Billy Hargrove || 2AM

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Started: 8/15/21

Last Updated: 01/02/22

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Requested by: @certifiedbillyhargrovetrash

“Hey can I get 19, 20, 21, 23, 36, 104, & 118 with Billy? Maybe smut if you want??? Like before & at the Halloween party and Billy gets jealous from all of the guys staring at you at school & in your costume?”

warnings: Smut, cussing, mentions of alcohol.  

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader 

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“Did you hear about the party tonight at Stacy’s?” You ask Billy as the two of you lay on your bed and watch TV. You rolled over and laid your head on his chest to face him when you asked him the question. 

“I did.” Was all he said when he just pulled you closer to him and continued watching TV. You took this as an opportunity to get his undivided attention. You sat up and straddled him, he sat up and smirked at you, yep it worked. “Why? Are you wanting to go to this party? Is that why you’re asking?” He asked and rubbed his hands up and down your sides. 

“Yeah, but if you aren’t going then-” You were going to say but he cut you off quickly, placing his index finger on your lips. 

“We’ll go, I was just unsure if you wanted to. But I have to go pick up Max from AV club first or my dad will have my neck and my keys.” He said and moved you to the side. 

“No Problem, Carol was going to pick me up, so I’ll just meet you there okay?” You said and kissed him goodbye, preparing for the night. 

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“Damn, girl. You look good.” Carol said as the two of you got out of the car and into stacy’s house. 

You decided you were going to dress up as a female greaser since Grease was your favorite movie at the moment. You stole Billy’s famous black leather jacket and a tiny white crop, letting your skin brace the cold weather. “Thanks, I just found something last minute.” You replied truthfully and looked for Billy throughout the sea of people. 

There he was, the keg king himself, glistening in sweat. Billy hadn’t hit the keg stand yet and ever since he saw you, he didn’t plan on it. When you saw him, you expected a smirk, but all you received was a raised eyebrow. “Hey, baby.” You said and walked closer to him. 

“Looking’ good, Y/N.” Tommy said and all of his friends chuckled with him. 

“Shut up, Tommy.” Billy spat and stood up, towering over you. 

You peeked you head around Billy and thanked tommy for the flattery, even though you knew he only said it to get under Billy’s skin. “That’s my jacket.” He said and pulled you closer by the wing of his jacket. 

“I know, I thought you’d like it.” You smirked and touched his own exposed abdomen. His body clenched at your touch. He just nodded and looked around the two of you. Whistles and winks were sent your way, pats on Billy’s shoulder only riled his nerves up more. 

“Come with me.” He said and nearly dragged you across Stacy’s house and to the back room. He locked the door behind him and stood at the door, crossing his arms across his body, flexing his god given muscles. “That’s my jacket.” He repeated himself once more. 

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Are you seriously mad at me for wearing your jacket? Fine, here then.” You said taking off the jacket and showing your short crop top, your high waisted shorts and the sun kissed exposed skin. 

“I’m not mad about the jacket, princess. In fact I’m not mad at all, I’m actually confused.” He said and picked the jacket up off of the floor and laid it neatly across the desk in the room. 

“What are you confused about?” You asked and placed a hand on your hip, leaning to once side. Billy came up to you and caressed your hot skin. He swiped his tongue across his lips and chuckled lowly. 

“I’m confused as to why you thought it was okay to walk around here looking like that. Every guy here has had their eyes glued to your ass, or your chest, and those areas are for my eyes only. And the fact that you wore this outfit with my jacket… It almost makes me wonder if you were trying to test my nerves.” He said and fondled with the buttons on your clothes. “Did you just want my attention? Baby, I can give you attention, all you have to do is ask.” He said and picked up your chin pressing a light kiss to your lips, teasing you. 

“Billy please.” You whimpered and reached for his lips. He backed away and bit his lip. 

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you?” He asked rhetorically and reached down to squeeze your ass. The sudden move made you squeak and he laughed at you. 

“Billy please just do something already.” you pleaded and snaked your arms around his neck. He wasted no time in picking you up and throwing you on the bed. He quickly ripped every piece of fabric off of your body and rid of his own. Usually, Billy used a lot of his time in foreplay making sure you felt oh so good, and that you came more than once. But the both of you were craving the other and wanted to get right to it. 

“Let’s get you more comfortable yeah?” He suggested and moved you up to the headboard and slid your body under the covers. His lips attacked every inch of your body, almost savoring you in every form. He worshipped your body all the time and it made you feel so beautiful, your confidence definitely increased ever since you two became active. 

As he lined himself up to your entrance, he stopped and looked at you. You looked at him in confusion and put a hand on his chest. “You know I love you right?” He asked and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. 

You laughed at him in disbelief. “Well, yeah.” You answered and smiled at him. All of a sudden, a smirk grew on his face and his eyes became even more lustful. “Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” He whispered in your ear and slammed into you the minute he finished he sentence. 

Your back instantly arched to his and you held one arm on his bicep and the other on the headboard so you didn’t slam your head into it. Billy was good at sex no doubt and there was just something about his touch that made your squirm. Whimpers and moans left your mouth and you could feel Billy’s pride radiate off of him. He loved that he was the only one that could make you feel this way and he sure didn’t have a problem showing it off. 

His rhythm only increased in speed and roughness, but honestly you didn’t mind it, it actually kind of turned you on. Billy noticed how loud you were tonight but he sure as well wasn’t going to stop you. “You letting everybody know who’s girl you are?” He asked and nipped at your neck, grunting with each thrust, his nails digging into your sides and pulling your hips to meet his with each thrust. 

“Billy, I can’t-” Your tried to say, signaling that you were close, and you could tell he was too. Billy never got sloppy when he was close, he only got more intense so he could make sure you came first, there was only one time when he came before you did and he let his manliness get the best of him with pouting for a couple of days. 

“Go ahead.” He said and circled his middle finger on your clit to help you reach your climax, which didn’t take long. Your nails drug scratches down his back when you came and even though he hissed, he loved it when you put marks on him. Billy came short after you and slowly laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest, listening to your heart race. 

“Maybe I should wear this more often?” You asked teasing him, running your fingers through his now damp curls. He smirked into a chuckled and looked up at you, raising his body to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Just be prepared to not be able to walk again.” He laughed and peppered small loving kisses all over your body. 

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Series Summary: Bradley Bradshaw was not one to put all of his free time into a relationship, and that is the exact reason his girlfriend, Briana, broke up with him. Despite things being pretty casual between them, he decides he wants her back and this results in him coming up with an idea that not only breaks your heart, but his own.

Warnings: frat boy bradley, college au, alcohol consumption, weed usage, drugs, swearing, insecurity, self-deprecating thoughts, bets, hints of bradley having anger issues, unwanted touching, public smut, pda, mentions of death, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, terrible friendships, oral (f receiving), fingering, mentions of bad past sexual relations, more as the series goes on

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

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morning glory (w/ hockey rafe)

lil bit of morning vacation sex with hockey rafe. 

warning: nsfw, 18+. overstimulation, oral (female receiving).

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party mishaps and helpful brothers

summary: when you’re unable to help yourself, your best friend’s brother’s the one to help. 

warnings: mentions of alcohol, spiking a drink, illusions to assault (not graphic but it’s implied indirectly) and typos, probably.

notes: this probably isn’t in rafe’s character but it’s my world and for now, you’re all living in it. also im so bad at titles ahsjakskl.

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Rafe Cameron did not consider you a friend. You were just his younger sister’s best friend and a Pogue and as far as he was concerned, you were nothing but a side character in his one man show.

There was nothing special about you in his eyes. You hadn’t made an attempt to make yourself present in his life and he felt no reason to pay attention to you. You were the friend of his annoying little sister who happened to spend more time in his house than he would’ve liked. He could recount the times he could hear you and Sarah laugh a little too loudly in her room, when you would walk downstairs and eat “his” food, and when you’d let yourself out of his house early in the morning.

It’s not that you’d bother associating with the brunette who seemed to look for trouble when he was bored. He was undeniably attractive, there was no doubt about that, but you had barely uttered a sentence since you met him for the first time two summers ago.

It wasn’t like Rafe would willingly associate himself with you at public events either. You two had your separate worlds and preferred to stay in them. There lay no malice between the both of you, but you were his annoying little sister’s best friend and he was her arrogant brother. Rafe didn’t need an excuse to talk to you because he didn’t want one.

But that was before he witnessed someone spike your drink.

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Congrats on 500!! Could I please get 193 with hockey!Rafe?✨

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warning: nsfw!!!!!!!!! 18+ (daddy kink)

rafe’s head was burying in your shoulder, his body blanketing yours as he tried to control his breathing.

“shit.” he whispered, starting to roll off of you, his sweaty chest sticking to yours.

you squirmed, already missing the weight of your fridge-sized boyfriend. 

“noooo,” you whined, starting to roll towards him. “come back!”

rafe put a placating hand on your lower stomach, “give me a second, baby. shit. i think you may have killed me.”

you pouted, going to grab at him, trying to get him to give you the attention you rightfully deserved. “c’mon babe - one more!”

rafe propped his head up just enough to look at you. “one more?!” he yelped. “i barely survived that last round - baby, give me like thirty seconds and i’ll go down on you - but there’s no way i’m getting it up again anytime soon.”

you rested your chin on his heaving chest, lower lip comically protruded at this point. “but i’m so empty.” you whined, wiggling your still-wet cunt on his outer thigh. “fill me up.”

rafe looked up at the ceiling, a silent prayer for strength on his lips, before reaching down to play with your cunt, still full of his come from the previous two rounds. “shit - we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?”

you shrugged, tilting your cunt into the pressure of his thick fingers. “i dunno, but i need it, daddy! c’mon!”

you grinned as rafe heaved himself into position, comfortably settling his face between your open thighs - “alright sweetheart, let me go down on you until i can get it up again - and then i’ll fill you up.”

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Lessons in Honesty: part 2

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chapter 2  

– other chapters: part 1 

– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you– by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: hello hello!! thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter of this series. if you haven’t read it, feel free to click the link to part one above!! i love this chapter– my jokes are stupid, and eddie is fun. no trigger warning that i can think of, so please enjoy!!

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“Pipsqueak, catch!”

There was no reason for Eddie to say catch. He had tossed it before he called out, knowing you wouldn’t have time. It only resulted in you turning your head at just the right moment for the shirt to smack onto your face. At least it was a soft object. He’d done the same thing with a soda can once, and while you managed to step out of the way, it exploded on you when it landed on the ground.

Gripping the thin cotton shirt, you dropped it on your lap with a slight scowl at the curly-haired boy. Of course, that infectious grin of his that transformed his face from serious indifference to an overwhelming brightness that made you think you had suddenly stroked out couldn’t be ignored. You ended up laughing and shaking your head exasperatedly. “Yeah, thanks for that!” You replied, standing up to tug the baseball tee over top of the shirt you were already wearing.

Your other Hellfire shirt had been stained, and it took them a while to get a new one made. And it wasn’t from the soda can, by the way. Those stains came out just fine. Instead, the culprit was a leaky pen in the middle of math class. You almost wish it had been because of the soda incident. 

“White’s your colour. Innocent, pure— fitting for someone who’s never taken a single misstep. Then again, there is a demon on it. Can’t be all innocent if you’re in the ‘satanic’ D&D club.” One might think this sort of thing sounded flirty given his assessing gaze and smirk, but it was clear it wasn’t when it came out of Eddie’s mouth. It was just a taunt, a tease, and one he knew would wiggle its way under your skin.

“If you’d have tacked on virginal to that sentence, I would have kicked your ass,” you deadpanned.

His smirk stayed the same. “Didn’t need to. You just said it for me.”

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my girl - rafe cameron

a/n: I literally wrote this in 4 hours and did not proofread sorry but I really like it so hopefully y'all do too !! P.S.: this is literally so not what Rafe would actually be like in some of the scenes, but I think the story itself is cute okay (not my gif)

Summary: you're dating Rafe Cameron, who can't seem to keep his hands off of you and can't seem to not get jealous over every guy that even looks at you

Warnings: slight smut (nothing actual sexual), mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of fighting (no actual fighting), mad! rafe

Word Count: 6.6k

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Rafe had always been a jealous boyfriend. Ever since the two of you had started dating, he seemed to be unable to allow any other guy to even look at you without it sending him into a fit of rage. It has caused many fights between the two of you, but over the now almost two year long relationship, you two had been working on it. He's gotten better, not causing as many fights and learning how to breathe through his anger instead of coming out fists first.

However, he had become even more handsy than he already was. If you wouldn't let him fight, he decided to just keep his hands all over you as a way of claiming you. Wherever you two were, his hand was holding yours, or around your waist, on your ass, he didn't care. Just as long as every soul on the island knew you were not to be talked to.

You spent the night at Rafe's last night and woke up tangled in his sheets and his scent. You always slept later than him, he seems to always be an early riser, and is not in the bed when you open your eyes. You grab his shirt off the floor and wrap it around your bare chest, then slide on shorts. Quickly checking in the mirror to make sure your hair doesn't look like you spent the entire night getting railed by the eldest Cameron boy, you open the door and head downstairs.

Approaching the kitchen, you can hear Ward and Rafe having a conversation. You debate going back upstairs and waiting for Rafe, but their words draw you in.

"I want those generators handled tonight, Rafe. I mean it," Ward tells him, his tone harsh.

"I can't do that tonight, Dad, I have-"

"Rafe, I swear to God. I asked you to get this done for me last fucking week and here I am with no goddamn generators! I mean, I just don't understand. I gave you money, right? Didn't I give you money?"

"Yes, sir," Rafe's voice sounds fragile. You take a deep breath, wanting to step in but knowing it will only make things worse for him.

"Yes, I did," Ward answers himself, ignoring Rafe, "So what the hell is the problem?"

"I'm going to handle it, Dad," Rafe says.

Apparently, that answer isn't good enough, because you hear Ward slam his hand down on the kitchen counter.

"You damn well better, son," Ward spits, "You have until tomorrow, and if I don't see any results, you can go sleep on the damn Cut."

Your eyes shut at his threat, knowing Rafe takes that to heart. He loves and adores his dad, would do absolutely anything for his dad, and this is what he gets. You listen to Ward go back into his office and slam the door, then almost immediately, you hear Rafe groan. All you want to do is rush in there, but you don't want him to know that you were listening. His dad is a soft subject and every time you start to tell him that his dad should treat him better, he shuts down. He doesn't like to talk about it.

After another minute, you walk in carefully and find your boyfriend leaning over the sink with his head down. His hair has clearly been messed with, telling you the stress is getting to him. He's shirtless, wearing only athletic shorts. You frown and walk a little closer, then speak.

"Morning," you chirp, putting a smile on your face. Rafe spins around and smiles when he sees you standing there in his shirt.

"Good morning, baby," he walks over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You breathe in his familiar scent and hug him tightly, hoping to comfort him a bit.

"You doing okay?" you ask, smushed against his chest.

"Yes," he states, his voice even, "Sleep well?"

You could groan as he changes the subject, but instead, you plant a kiss on his chest and then rest your chin on his sternum as you look up at him. His eyes look tired, his hair messy, but he could not be more handsome to you.

"The best," you give him a cheesy grin. He smiles back and gives you a kiss on the forehead, then starts to pull away.

"I was thinking," he tells you as he steps toward the fridge, "About tonight-"

"You don't have to come," you cut him off, remembering his conversation with his dad, "It's okay. It's just some stupid dinner."

Rafe looks over at you like you're crazy. You thought by giving him a way out, he'd take it and handle things for his dad. But by the looks of things, he seems to think he has it under control.

"Of course I'm coming," he frowns, "Unless you don't want me there."

You shake your head quickly, "No, I do. I just thought, you know, if you have other stuff you need to take care of, well, it's okay."

Rafe's eyes soften as he stares at you, and you see his chest relax as he exhales. He runs his hand through his hair once again, messing it up even more. You cross your arms over your chest as you stand there.

"You heard," Rafe states.

It's not a question, it's a fact. He knows you know. You don't know what to say, so you just nod, ignoring the 'fuck' he whispers under his breath as he closes the fridge.

"Baby, I'm going to this dinner tonight. I want to be with you. I'll take care of the stupid generators before dinner even starts. Don't worry about it."

He's almost convincing, but you know him better than that. He's worries, but trying to hide it for your sake. Your dad had informed you last week that his old friend from college would be on the island with his family and they were coming for dinner. Originally, when you told Rafe about it, his response had been 'yawn' and he had not cared about attending, but when you mentioned that they had a nineteen year old son attending college in South Carolina that would be with them, Rafe asked you what time he should arrive.

You want to laugh at his statement about wanting to be with you, when in reality, you know he just wants to mark his territory with this college kid. Frankly, you could care less about the whole dinner and would rather just get take-out and watch movies with Rafe all night.

"Okay," you say, the only response you can think of that won't start a fight.

He steps over to you and pulls your chin up, giving you a gentle kiss.

"I promise I will get this taken care of," he stares at you, meaning it.

You nod, swallowing as you do so. You really don't want him getting kicked out of the house because he is too busy being jealous.

"Now," he smiles, "What do you want to eat?"

Rafe cooks you breakfast and you two sit in the kitchen as you laugh and eat off each other's plates, completely forgetting that Ward's office is right off the kitchen and he can probably hear the two of you acting like idiots. You don't particularly give a fuck about what Ward thinks, but you know Rafe does. Once you're done, he helps you do the dishes, mainly just standing behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and reaching around you to grab the dishes once you've washed them.

He keeps 'accidentally' touching your butt in between his drying duties, but you don't complain. You just remind him that any one of his family members could walk in at any point, to which he simply tells you he doesn't care.

After the dishes, you two head upstairs and shower in Rafe's bathroom. Of course, with Rafe, showering together is not simply showering. You two are in there for so long that the water runs cold, but neither of you care. When he finally sets you back down, he smirks at the look on your face.

"Can you walk?"

He's proud of his work, you can tell, but you roll your eyes at him. Your stomach is still twisting and turning - it's always fucking amazing with him. You just nod, and when he takes his hands out from around your waist and stops holding you up, you have to grab onto him. Your legs feel like absolute jello.

"Just a minute," you tell him, and he laughs.

He laughs so loud that it echoes, making you smile. You love him like this, when he isn't moody or high or worried about anything. Even though he has every right to be.

"Asshole," you mutter as he laughs at you.

"Aw, come on, now," he shakes his head, smiling but no longer laughing, "I've got you, baby."

He shuts the water off with his free hand and keeps the other wrapped tightly around you. He's holding your entire body weight up with one arm and it's enough to turn you on again, which makes you groan.

"What?" he grins down at you.

You shake your head at him as he grabs a towel and wraps it loosely around you, then picks you up bridal style and uses your legs to push open the shower door. You know you probably could do this yourself now, but you fucking love when he takes care of you like this.

He opens the door to his bathroom and brings you over to his bed, laying you down with the towel under you. It absolutely does not cover your whole body and you're afraid of getting his mattress wet when he jumps in right beside you. No towel, no drying off, just soaking wet and naked.

"Rafe, what the hell, you're going to ruin your mattress," you sit up, trying to get up from the bed.

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back in with him, and you know he's too strong to fight.

"I don't care," he says, burying his face into your neck and breathing you in.

You take a deep breath, grinning as he hits the sweet spot on your neck. You can feel his lips working, and you know a bruise will form in that spot momentarily, but you cannot care about that now. It feels too damn good.

"We have dinner with my parents tonight," you tell him as he pulls his lips from that spot and moves to another, "I can't show up with hickeys all over me."

Rafe looks up at you innocently, then shrugs and gets back to work on our neck. He kisses it for a second, then stops.

"You'll just have to wear something that covers everything, then, because I'm planning on leaving quite a few."

You laugh as he starts again. You bring your hands up to his hair and start running your fingers through it, making him moan against your skin.

"Oh, so that's what this is about," you tease him.

"I don't know what you're referring to," he denies. You grin.

"You just want me to be covered head to toe at dinner, huh?"

You can feel him grin against your neck but he doesn't respond, just continues kissing you. You let him, because it just feels so good, even though you know you should be getting home soon to get ready.

"Rafe, I should probably-" you say after a few minutes, but he stops you.

"Probably stay," he mumbles, finally pulling his face out of our neck and kissing you on the lips instead.

You could kiss him forever, you swear you could, but it's getting later and you still have no idea what you're going to wear.

"Babe," you pull away and speak against his lips, "I should get home."

He groans and collapses off of you, laying now only on his side of the mattress. You sit up and put your feet out on the floor, making sure your legs are working now. You let the towel fall on the floor, not even bothering to turn around as you know Rafe has a huge smirk on his face watching you search for your own clothes.

You slide your shirt over your head once you find it, then pull your shorts on once again. You find your bra but don't feel like bothering with it.

"Don't worry about your underwear," Rafe smirks from the bed, watching you search for it. You glare at him.

"Rafe," you groan.

He gives you his best cheeky grin, making you smile as well. You shake your head at him and then grab your bag from the floor, stuffing your phone and bra inside. Then, you walk over to your naked boyfriend and lean down to give him a kiss.

He grabs the back of your neck and tries to get you to continue the kiss, but you pull back against him and he lets you go.

"Please get up and dry off, I'm not sleeping on a moldy mattress," you tell him.

He grins, "Does that mean you'll sleep over again tonight?"

You raise you eyebrow at him, teasing him, "Not if the mattress is wet."

You walk over to his bedroom door and then turn, watching as he quickly stands up and pulls boxers over his body. His hair is still soaking wet, but the rest of his body looks pretty dry now.

"I'll put my mattress out in the sun," he tells you.

You roll your eyes and blow him a kiss, then pull open the door.

"I love you!" Rafe yells the second you exit his room, so you pull back and peak your head in once again. He smiles as you do.

"I love you, too. Don't be late."

Rafe listens to you and shows up to your house forty-five minutes before you had told him to be there. You are in the middle of straightening your hair, still in your robe, when you hear his voice downstairs talking to your brother. Quickly, you set the straightener down and walk out of your room, hurrying down the stairs. It's only been two hours, but you can't wait to see him.

"Yes, dude, let's play. I'm sure your sister's still upstairs, yeah?" you hear him say, just as you enter the living room.

"Not quite," you smile as he turns around.

He looks so handsome, wearing his long sleeve blue button up. He fixed his hair up from the way it looked this morning, and although it looks really good, you can't wait to mess it up later. You, on the other hand, only have half of your hair straightened and still have a robe on. You're thankful at least your makeup is done.

"Hey, baby," he grins, tucking his arm around your waist and pulling you to him to kiss him.

"Gross," your little brother remarks, firing up his Xbox to play a game with your boyfriend.

Rafe hits him lightly on the back of his head.

"Dude, one day, you'll understand," Rafe tell him, not removing his arm from around you, "Want me to come keep you company while you get ready?"

You shake your head, then point to your brother to silently tell Rafe to hang out with him. He doesn't have a lot of friends in school, so you know that will mean a lot to him. Rafe nods, then leans over to whisper in your ear.

"Just... call me, when it's time for you to get dressed, yeah?"

You roll our eyes and watch him smirk, then push him away. You start up the stairs again, watching as Rafe sits down on the couch beside your brother.

"Have fun," you tell them.

Once you get back upstairs, you finish up your hair and then step to your closet to figure out what to wear. You make up your mind just as you hear your door open slightly.

"Baby?" Rafe calls out.

You exit your closet and find him peaking his head into your room. When he sees you, still in your robe, he opens the door wider and slips inside, then shuts it.

"Doorbell rang. They're here."

You nod and pull your outfit from the closet, untying your robe and then stepping to your dresser to pick out underwear and a bra.

"Isn't this my job?" he comes up behind you, his arms wrapping around you and his hands taking yours, guiding you to the underwear and bra he wants you wearing.

"Honey, these don't even match," you turn around, holding the combination up as proof.

"That's what I want you to wear," he asserts, "And we don't have time to argue. Now are you going to get dressed, or am I going to have to do it for you?"

This is the Rafe you love. You can tell he's getting ready to assert his dominance over you at this dinner with the way he's already starting to behave. Even though sometimes it can be annoying, it's his way of showing you he cares about you and wants him all to himself.

"You might have to do it for me," you tease, biting your lip just to get him riled up.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers, leaning down.

Just as he's an inch away from your lips, you pull back.

"I really have to get dressed now."

He swears again, then collapses on your bed to watch the show. He smirks once you put on the underwear and bra he picked out for you, never taking his eyes off of you once as you continue to dress.

You hear your dad yell for you from downstairs, so you walk over and hold out your hand for Rafe to take.

"Best behavior, yes?" you ask him as you pull him up.

He leans down and kisses you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"We'll see," he teases you.

You roll your eyes and drag him out of your room with your hand in his. He allows it, mostly because he gets to look at your ass as you walk in front of him. You two head down the stairs quickly, hearing new voices in the living room.

"Ah, here she is," your dad exclaims as you and Rafe appear, "Honey, this is my buddy, Michael, his wife, Caroline, and their son, Will. Guys, this is my daughter, Y/N, and her boyfriend, Rafe."

"Lovely to meet you," Michael says to you, his smile warm and friendly. He then holds out his hand for Rafe to shake, which luckily is not the hand that he has tightly wrapped around your waist.

"You, too, thanks for coming," you say politely.

Will steps forward, and you hear Rafe scoff.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You can feel Rafe staring at his outstretched hand, but you reach out anyway. You ignore him when he tightens his grip around your waist. When Will doesn't immediately drop your hand, Rafe speaks up.

"I'm Rafe," your boyfriend informs him.

Will drops your hand and glances at him only for a second before he looks away.

"Good to meet you, man," Will nods, then extends his hand to Rafe as well. You can tell it's forced.

"Yeah," Rafe snaps back, squeezing Will's hand just a bit too hard as they shake. After a second, both boys drop hands.

"Relax," you whisper only to him, not loud enough that anyone else could hear. Will and his family turn back to your folks and your brother, leaving the two of you to bicker in peace.

"He looked at you like-" he starts, but you cut him off by stepping front of him and setting your hand on his chest.

"Baby," you warn him, "Relax."

You repeat yourself, feeling the tension in his body drop. He just nods his head, wanting so badly to pull you into him but knows he can't because it would draw attention. And more than anything, he doesn't want Will to know he feels threatened.

"Is everyone ready to eat?" your mom asks, pointing to the dining room just off the kitchen.

Rafe reaches down and takes your hand as everyone moves into the dining room. The two of you wind up entering last, so everyone watches as Rafe pulls your chair out for you, then pushes it in once you're seated. Rafe glares at Will as he continues to stare, which causes him to look away. Once Rafe is seated, he immediately rests his hand on your thigh.

Your dad starts rambling on with Michael at one end of the table about whether or not he's caught any of the games recently, so your mom and Caroline launch into conversation with the kids.

"So, Will, how do you like USC?" your mom asks him.

Your brother passes the chicken to Rafe, which he first places on your plate, then on his own. You thank him quietly, not being able to tell his mood anymore. He hands you the dish of chicken and points to your dad, telling you to pass it as he returns his hand to your leg under the table.

"It's great," Will speaks up, "Classes are hard, but nothing I can't handle."

Rafe snorts, but keeps his head down so as not to be too direct. You set your hand on his under the table and give it a squeeze, telling him to knock it off.

"That's great," your mom smiles, glancing only for a second at you and Rafe, "Y/N's been looking at schools."

Will glances at you as you look up and smile to your mom. Rafe hates talking about you going to college, because it means you might leave him. He had decided when he graduated that college wasn't his route, and you saw nothing wrong with that.

"What schools are you thinking about?" Will asks you.

"Um," you hesitate, glancing at Rafe only for a second before you start again, "Chapel Hill. It's close, you know."

You're trying your best to keep the college talk to a minimum for Rafe's sake, so you keep your answer brief. Will catches onto how uncomfortable Rafe is.

"Any particular reason you want to stay close?" Will asks, already knowing the answer full well.

Truth is, Will couldn't care less about you. But Rafe being so territorial earlier pissed him off, and he's doing whatever he can to get under his skin.

Rafe looks up at Will and glares at him for asking such a ridiculous question, while he squeezes your leg under the table again. You're fully aware of what Will is trying to do to your boyfriend, so you set your hand over his again to relax him.

"My family," you reply, keeping your tone light even though you could tell him off right here and now.

Will nods, not satisfied with your answer. You hope and pray that the conversation is over, until your mother speaks up again.

"Well, sweetheart, I hope you don't let us impact your decision on where you attend," she says, to which you shake your head.

"It's fine, Mom," you tell her, trying to get her to drop it.

"You need to go wherever you want. Nobody gets to make that decision for you," she glances at Rafe now, who is using his fork to pick at his food. He's only taken a few bites.

"I think," Rafe speaks up, still staring at his plate, "Y/N will be successful anywhere she goes and sitting at a table speculating will not help her make up her mind."

You held your breath when your boyfriend started to speak because you were unsure of what he would say, but when he finishes, you smile softly at him and reach over to stroke the back of his neck as a thank you. He looks to you as you touch him and smiles back.

"You know a lot about colleges, Rafe?" Will asks.

Rafe tears his eyes from you and looks to Will, a look in his eye that you've only seen a few times. It's the look he often gives when he's about to deck some dude in the face.

"I know a lot about my girlfriend," Rafe corrects him, not breaking his stare. You keep your hand stroking the back of his head as a way to try and keep  him calm.

"Ah, so you don't go to school, then?" Will knows he's stirring the pot now, so much so that both dads have stopped talking to one another and are listening to the boys.

"Rafe works for his father," you speak up, defending Rafe.

"Ward Cameron," your dad tells Will, "He's a very talented businessman."

"Oh," Will replies, and you hope he'll drop it, "So you just live off daddy's money, then."

Rafe slams his hand down on the table as you close your eyes, listening to the plates and silverware clatter. You move your hand down to his back now, rubbing up and down.

"That's enough, Will," Caroline says quietly to her son.

Will doesn't listen, just moves his glance over to you, watching as you stroke Rafe's back. He notices Rafe's hand is at an angle and can tell that it's on your leg, so he decides to push it even more.

"Why are you even dating this guy anyway?" he asks.

"That's it," Rafe stands up from the table quickly, "You got something to fucking say, why don't you say it to me outside?"

"Rafe," you say, your voice stern.

You look to your little brother, who is staring up at Rafe with a terrified expression. Your brother looks up to Rafe, and this is not the example you want him to follow. You look to your mother, who has her head down, Will's mother, who looks horrified, and Will's father, who looks concerned. Your father almost looks proud of Rafe. And Will, well, he looks scared, too.

"Nothing to say now?" Rafe scoffs, "You were such a big talker a second ago, now you're just gonna sit there like a little bitch?"

"Okay," you say as you stand up, setting both of your hands on Rafe's arms, "Excuse us, please."

You start to shove Rafe in the direction of the stairs, knowing the only place you won't be heard is up in your room. Rafe doesn't break his stare with Will until you reach the stairs.

"Go. Now," you demand, pushing him again. His chest is going up and down rapidly, the adrenaline rushing through his body not helping him to calm down.

He rushes up the stairs with you behind, then opens your bedroom door. He silently allows you to walk through first, then enters behind you and slams it shut.

"What a fucking prick," Rafe says the second the door is closed, "I'm gonna beat the shit out of that guy-"

"Rafe," you interrupt him, making him look up at you, "I asked you to be on your best behavior tonight. This night was about my dad, not you."

You're trying to keep your voice calm so he doesn't start screaming, or feel like you're completely against him.

"What did you expect me to do, babe? Sit there like a bitch while he talks all kinds of shit about me? You know that's not me," he scoffs. He runs his hands through his hair, messing it up.

"I expected you to act like an adult," you correct him, trying not to give in when you see the pained look in his eyes.

"I had it under control," he tells you, his voice quieter. You laugh and throw your hands up in the air.

"Just like you have the fucking generators under control, right?"

You speak before you think and when you finally look back at Rafe, you wish instantly you could take it back. You cover your mouth as you stare at him, watching as he closes his eyes and tries to swallow his emotions before the tears start to come up. The one person who is supposed to believe him when he says he will handle something, doesn't. And that hurts him.

You rush forward and put your hands on his chest, then speak, "Baby, I-"

"Don't," he tells you, reaching up and taking your hands off of his body, letting them fall to your sides. His voice is strained, like he really is holding back tears.

"Rafe, I didn't mean that," you tell him.

You want so badly to reach up and touch him, to brush away the water forming in his eyes. He looks so hurt, focusing his eyes on anywhere in the room except for you. He knows if he looks at you, he'll cry for sure.

After a second, he takes a deep breath and lets out a small cough, then steps toward your bedroom door.

"You're just gonna leave?" you say weakly, not turning around to face him.

You hear as he grabs the door handle, but he doesn't pull the door open yet. He inhales, then exhales, then speaks.

"I'm not leaving," he says quietly, so you turn around to look at him, "I'm going to go downstairs, apologize, and finish the dinner I committed to attending. Then, I'm leaving. I'll go take care of the goddamn generators to show you and Ward and everyone else that I can, in fact, handle my own shit."

You feel so guilty as you stare at him, wondering how it was only a few hours ago that the two fo you were giggling and naked in his bed.

"I know you can, baby," you tell him, tears starting to well up at the thought of him leaving like this, "I'm so sorry. I was just frustrated, that's not how I really feel. Please don't be angry with me."

You step forward and set your hands on his face, removing one to pull his hand off of the handle. Both of you have tears in your eyes as you stare at each other. Rafe can't take it, he brings one hand up to push hair out of your face.

"I could never be angry with you," he whispers, "You're my girl."

You smile as a tear falls from your eye, but he brushes it away with his thumb quickly.

"Forever," you confirm.

He pulls you into him and hugs you tightly, never wanting to let go. After a minute of breathing you in, he reaches down and takes your hand.

"Come on," he tells you.

The two of you exit your room and start down the stairs, both looking at each other as you notice the silence coming from downstairs. Once you reach the dining room, you see everyone sitting in complete and awkward silence, looking up at the two of you when you enter. Rafe releases your hand and sets it on the small of your back instead as he looks around the room.

"Please excuse my behavior, everyone. I'm sorry. I should not have acted that way," Rafe states, his voice even and emotionless. You know he doesn't mean it, but you don't mind. Will scoffs at his apology, earning a glare from you.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Rafe," your father speaks up, hands folded in front of him.

Both you and Rafe snap your heads over to look at your dad. He looks serious, and you take note of the expression on Michael's face. Embarrassed. You wonder now, what could've possibly been said while you two were gone.

"Yes, sir, I do-" Rafe starts, but your father holds his hand up to stop him.

"He does, he's a dick," Will mutters.

"Will!" Caroline raises her voice now.

Rafe opens his mouth to speak again, but you set your hand on his chest to stop him when you see your father start to speak.

"Michael, I think it's time you all left my home, now."

"I think you're right."

Both men's voices are stern and serious, not what they were an hour ago. Michael stands up and so does Caroline, much to your mother's protest. Michael then grabs onto the back of Will's shirt collar and drags him up from the table. Your mother shows them out, quietly apologizing to Caroline. You and Rafe just watch as they exit the house, not saying a word.

"Sir," Rafe looks over at your dad, who is now standing, "I'm so-"

"It's not your fault, Rafe," he shakes his head, "His son's a dick."

You and Rafe both laugh when your dad says that, and you feel Rafe relax as he pulls you into him and kisses your temple. You relax too, knowing it's all good. Will's gone and you and Rafe made up, so everything else is just fine.

Rafe turns around to talk to your little brother about his behavior, and you look over at your dad. He's smiling at you and when he catches your eye, he winks. And you know, just like that, that he will always have your back over anyone else's.

You free yourself from Rafe's grip and go to give your father a hug, grateful for him.

"He's a good man," your dad whispers to you.

You turn around to look at Rafe, watching as he talks to your little brother.

"Yeah, he is," you agree.

Rafe catches your eye and gives you a cheesy grin, then turns his attention back to your brother. You honestly believe that you could not be more in love with him than you are.

"Hey, Dad?" you ask, looking up at him.

He looks down with a raised eyebrow, as if to ask what you need.

"Do you know anyone who has any generators?"

Your father thinks for a moment, then says, "Yeah, I think Teddy might still have some up at the store. Why do you ask?"

"Rafe needs some for his dad. It's kinda urgent."

Your dad smiles down at you, then pats your shoulder.

"I'll go give Teddy a call."

He excuses himself just as Rafe walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You smile as he leans around and kisses your cheek.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear, leaving a little kiss underneath it.

"So much that you'll help me with the dishes?" you gasp, turning around in his arms and smiling.

He groans playfully and tightens his grip around you so neither one of you have to start doing dishes.

"Can't we just skip to the fun part where we go upstairs?" he whines.

You laugh, "We had sex, like, five hours ago."

"Exactly!" he exclaims, "Five hours ago! I'm drying out here, babe."

You laugh again, rolling your eyes at him.

"Rafe, Y/N, that table isn't going to clear itself!" your mother yells from the kitchen, where she and your brother are putting leftover food away.

"Yes ma'am," Rafe groans back at her, hearing a slight laugh from the kitchen.

You two start clearing dishes, which really means you and Rafe stack as many plates in his hands and see how many he can carry to the kitchen all at once. You've almost got all of them, you giggling at Rafe trying to act all manly.

"Don't drop them," you tease him. He rolls his eyes at you.

"If I can hold your naked body up in the shower this morning because someone fucked them too hard and you couldn't stand, let alone walk,  I think I can manage a few empty plates," he smirks, keeping his voice low in case of wandering ears.

"Rafe!" you exclaim, your cheeks starting to get red. He laughs loudly, which in turn makes you laugh.

"Alright, kids," your dad enters the dining room, "Good news. Teddy's got three generators. Says you could even go pick them up tonight."

You glance up at Rafe, holding your breath. You hadn't yet told him you asked your dad about generators, hoping your dad would tell you independently about them so you could tell Rafe.

Rafe sets the stack of plates down on the table and then looks over at you, being the only person who knew he needed generators.

"I just asked if he knew of anyone. I wanted to help you out," you defend yourself, "I know you can take care of your own shit, but that doesn't always mean you should have to."

Rafe stares at you, expressionless. You just know he's mad. You shouldn't have asked your dad, you think to yourself.

Which is why it surprises the shit out of you when Rafe steps over and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you close, exhaling a sigh a relief.

"Thank you, baby," he whispers to you.

After a second, he pulls away, keeping one arm around you, and looks at your dad.

"Thank you, sir," Rafe smiles, "I'll go pick them up here in a bit."

Your dad nods, stepping forward and patting Rafe on the back, then picks up the stack of plates you two were handling and takes them into the kitchen.

"Shit, babe, I can't believe it. This is awesome," he smiles.

"I'm really happy he found some," you agree. He leans down and kisses the top of your head.

"Go pack a bag," he demands, whispering against the top of your head, "We'll go get the generators and then you're staying the night with me. Just like we planned."

You're not sure what it is, but something about Rafe when he is assertive and demanding just turns you on. Anything he does, really, turns you on, but that one always gets you. You nod your head, standing on your tip-toes to give him a kiss. He makes it rougher than it usually is, letting you know he's ready to get you home and in bed.

"Go on, now," he says once he breaks away, smacking your ass to get you to go.

You nod and bite your lip, practically running up the stairs. Quickly, you throw random shit into a bag and grab a phone charger, then hurry back down the stairs. Rafe is waiting for you at the bottom, car keys in hand. He thanks both of your parents for dinner and promises your little brother he will beat him at Xbox again next time. Then, he takes your hand and leads you toward the front door as you wave to your parents.

When you get out to Rafe's truck, he opens the passenger door for you, then takes your bag and tosses it in the backseat. He climbs in the drivers seat but doesn't turn the car on, he just looks at you.

"What?" you grin at him. He licks his lips and then smirks.

"Get over here," he tells you. You look confused for a moment, so he pats his lap to tell you right where he wants you.

"Rafe, we're in my fucking driveway," you say, but you can't help the smile growing on your lips.

"Get your ass over here or I will make you come over here," he speaks.

You can feel his demanding words causing all kinds of shit to happen in your body, mainly in your underwear, and you climb over to sit in his lap, straddling him.

"This is where you belong, yeah?" he asks you, kissing the exposed skin just above your breasts.

"Yeah," you agree, tangling your hands in his hair.

"And you're my fucking girl, yeah?" he questions, moving up to the sweet spot on your neck once again.

"Oh, yeah," you grin. He smirks against your neck and then brings his lips up to meet yours.

"That's what I fucking thought."

complete college rafe masterlist

UPDATED 8/12/2020

college rafe, coho!rafe…all your favorite rafes.

HEADCANONS/ONESHOTS

college

college rafe - lax bro edition

sex with college rafe - 18+

sex with rafe + his dirty stache - 18+

college rafe films you during sex - 18+

college rafe takes care of his drunk gf

college rafe gets jealous - 18+

hockey!rafe

coho!rafe plays hockey

sex with coho!rafe wearing his jersey - 18+

coho!rafe gets into a fight 

coho!rafe and his playoff superstitions

coho!rafe + sex toys - 18+

midsummers with coho!rafe

coho!rafe + the video - 18+

morning sex - 18+

hockey!rafe & hockey!jj - the origin story (written with @oopmyheartwent-obx​)

coho!rafe getting drafted

hockey!jj: the road to the nhl (written with @oopmyheartwent-obx​)

BLURBS/DRABBLES

hockey!

coho!rafe jersey sex cont. - 18+

coho!rafe wakes you up in the middle of the night

hyping coho!rafe up pregame

coho!rafe’s fan club

coho!rafe + concussions

coho!rafe + bad day at work

cuddles w/ coho!rafe

coho!rafe finds you in the crowd

coho!rafe visits you at work

coho!rafe as a student

coho!rafe comforting you after a test

car sex with coho!rafe - 18+

coho!rafe after a big win - 18+

pro!rafe in the bubble - 18+

college!

college rafe with a camcorder - 18+

dirty talk - 18+

office sex - 18+

spanking - 18+

head w/ college rafe - 18+

frat boy rafe

thigh riding - 18+

halloween

college rafe pulling you out of a fight

dad!rafe

hockey rafe + baby jersey

telling rafe you’re pregnant

ministicks

family skate

winning the cup

big brother

qb!rafe

how y’all met

qb!rafe teaching you how to play

coho!rafe smut blurbs (18+)

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