#Rita's blurb thursday

[twinklelilstarkey]

“bite me” ‘if you insist’ with my favorite sunburnt rafe please

For blurb thursday!! *this is set over a few weeks after the fic*

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

"I'll be right back!" Sarah says as she runs out of the pool, "Don't miss me too much!"

You watch as she soaks the concrete floors that are around the pool and as she snatches the towel from her chair. And that's exactly when she almost slips while walking through the gate.

"I'm okay!" She screams without looking back at you.

She throws her towel over her shoulders, covering her wet body before continuing on her way through the rock pathway to the house. As she's almost getting to the side door, it opens and none other than a shirtless Rafe Cameron walks out.

You always got to appreciate the daily eye-blessing that this man can be, and he, honestly, just makes it easier by the day.

You're standing in the pool, fighting off the island's heat with the cold water that rests by your waist, and you walk up to your phone, which is on a towel right by the corner of the pool. Probably close to being overheated.

The squeaky sound of the gate is heard not too long after you start peacefully scrolling through your social media and you look over your shoulder to see Rafe walking into the fenced area with his towel in hand, still folded, and phone in the other.

"Long time no see." He says with a smile.

"Sure has been a long hour." You answer back with the same smile.

He walks closer to where you're standing in the pool and throws his stuff over to the chair closest to you.

"Starting to think you knew about the whole Sarah-coming-home-early thing all along." He teases as he walks over to the stairs of the pool.

You watch him as he walks carelessly - acting as if he's not one of the hottest men alive - and steps foot into the cold water.

He curses comically as he tries to reach where you are, yet stops to have his hands by his hips and take a breather to regain his confidence to be able to be in this ice-cold water.

"I wouldn't risk us getting caught, unlike you, mister."

"That was an accident." He says defensively, "I never meant to say 'yes' to Kelce's hang-out question and you know that."

You give him a look if you're not buying what he's saying, and that gets him enough strength to keep on walking towards you.

Knowing Rafe, you should already be swimming away because he can tackle you in minus 2 seconds underwater, but you like to seem strong.

With, now, the water resting by his hips, he gets to you and you let go of your phone, slowly getting cornered and easily accepting your faith.

"I think you're the one that wants to get us caught..." He pauses, "Because you should be acting like you hate me, yet you keep teasing me. All. Day. Long."

"As if, Cameron." You try to say and continue your teasing like the strong woman that you are, but his cold hands quickly grab onto the warm skin of your waist, making you gasp and him smile.

He steps closer and you're then suddenly leaning against the wall, his dry chest glued to your wet bikini. He still has a smile on his face, but his whole demeanor has changed.

His smile is already slowly turning into a smirk.

"Am I being too mean to you?" You tease again.

His hand rests on your shoulder slowly as he admires you for a bit, and his fingertips draw lines over your skin. You smile as he brings his hand to the side of your neck and his thumb brushes over to your jaw.

"Do you know by any chance how long we have before Sarah gets back?" He whispers.

"I think... About 5 minutes?"

Before you could think about anything else, he connects your lips and begins a kiss. You hold in your smile at the sudden action and bring your hands up to his sides, making him tense up under your palms due to how cold they are.

He pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you right away.

"Think I can make you come before she comes back?"

You let out a gasp at that and smack his chest.

"You can't say things like that! She's right in there." You point over your shoulder, whisper yelling at him.

"But we have 5 minutes until she's back, right?" He says before giving your lips a peck. "Come on, baby. Thought you liked playing it risky."

You let out a chuckle in disbelief and you look over your shoulder.

"She can literally just look out of the window."

"So...?"

You look back at him and tilted your head to the side.

"We can't do-"

"We can." He interrupts, making you smile, "But if you keep talking, we won't have time."

You think for a second and you feel both of his hands by your neck, completely taking your mind off things. You look back up at him and he lifts his eyebrows slightly as if in question.

"You're really about to refuse an offer that good from me?" He teases and you chuckle.

"Well-"

"You're a traitor, Y/N." He nods slowly at you. "Thought you loved me."

As you laugh, his hands move back to your waist, holding it securely.

"And what are you going to do about it? Bite me?" You ask him playfully.

"If you insist."

Your laughter gets muffled as soon as Rafe brings his lips back to yours and quickly, the two of you are kissing again. Lips moving in sync, tongues only touching once before it deepens enough to drag out a moan from your throat.

Rafe's hands move down from your waist so slow that you swear that you can't even feel him. While still deep into the kiss, one of his hands moves over to your stomach and slides under your bikini.

You pull him closer as he does it and he pushes you further against the wall.

His fingers slide in between your folds and he pulls away from the kiss to hear you gasp. You look at him with half-opened eyes, and Rafe starts laying kisses down your jaw over to your neck.

You cling onto his hair at the nape of his neck, as his finger starts working circles around your clit and breathe heavily by his shoulder.

Rafe speeds his movements, peppering wet and slow kisses in every inch of skin you have on the right side of your neck. An idea in his head makes his lips curve into a grin and he opens his mouth, nipping at the spot right in the middle of your neck.

You whimper at the feeling of his teeth sinking slightly into your sensitive skin and Rafe's finger moves down to your entrance.

His finger enters you without any warning and he reconnects your lips, muffling your sounds once more. Small thrusts are able to make the fire at the end of your stomach ignite and you fight to take back control of your body.

Rafe pulls back from the kiss, nipping at your lower lip quickly, and a teasing smile appears over his lips.

Just as you're about to pull him into another kiss, the side door of the house opens.

Rafe retrieves his hand from you quickly, and as you look over your shoulder, you bite down on your lip at the sudden lack of touch and Rafe's warmth as he steps back, away from you.

Over your shoulder, you see Sarah looking at the ground while playfully jumping from stone to stone with food and various water bottles in her hands.

"Sorry, it took me so long!" She says as she looks up, "Couldn't find the chips that I wanted."

She steps inside the gated area and drops most of her stuff on her chair, right beside yours.

Rafe is now standing on the whole other side of the pool, pretending to look through his phone - which he was quick enough to grab from his chair. Looking more than innocent.

Sarah walks over to the corner that you're standing in and sits over the ledge with her chips in hand.

"Hope he didn't annoy you too much." She says while cringing.

"Just the usual." You answer with a shrug.

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“Writing in Paris” Resources for Writers (Boston Book Festival - BBF Unbound)

Voilà ! You’ve found the linkable resource list from the “Writing in Paris” BBF Unbound session at the 2017 Boston Book Festival. Explore your options to write in English in France:

Cambridge Writers’ Workshop Writing Retreats

https://cambridgewritersworkshop.org/summer-in-paris-writing-retreat-july-22-30-2015/

Based in Cambridge, CWW holds retreats in Paris and the French countryside, mixing classes, workshops, yoga, café writing, outings, and time with faculty. Artistic Director Diana Norma Szokolyai says the next Paris retreat will be July 25-30, 2018 with Rita Banerjee, Diana Norma, and two or three well-established authors as faculty. See the daily blog from the 2016 Barcelona and the South of France Retreat to get more background on their approach: https://cambridgewritersworkshop.org/2016/07/18/bienvenidos-a-barcelona-the-cww-barcelona-south-of-france-writing-retreat-day-1/ From the website: “The workshop is a forum for fostering communities of dedicated writers and encouraging creative expression in the literary arts.”

  L’ATELIER

http://www.latelierwriters.org/

Founded by three Emerson College MFA graduates, Laura McCune-Poplin, Michelle Bailat-Jones, and Sara Johnson Allen, L’ATELIER was designed to be an instructive and supportive writing community coming together for one week in the French countryside. The third annual retreat took place in early June 2017 at a former winemaking estate. From the website: “The space provides privacy for writing and also comfortable common areas with verandas, centuries-old stone staircases, gardens, hidden libraries, and a reserved meeting space for L'ATELIER craft sessions, meals, editing consultations, and seminars.” See the blog to understand the introspective and inspirational flavor of this annual retreat: http://www.latelierwriters.org/blog/

  WICE Paris

https://www.wice-paris.org/

From the WICE website: “WICE is one of the oldest Anglophone organizations in Paris. For more than 35 years, this non-profit association has been offering cultural and educational programs to the international and expat community in Paris. Day-to-day operations are supported by a dedicated group of volunteers, diverse in age and nationality.” WICE creative writing courses are offered year-round: www.wice-paris.org/creative-writing-literature with regular faculty including David Barnes (of SpokenWord) and Gretel Furner. Occasional CNF/memoir teacher Lise Funderburg http://www.lisefunderburg.com/ is highly recommended.

  Paris Writers Workshop (run by WICE)

http://www.wiceblog.org/2016/03/paris-writers-workshop-2016.html

Every other year, WICE holds its Paris Writers Workshop, which includes workshopping, manuscript consultations, panels, and sightseeing. There is no 2018 website yet, but see the link above and the write-up in Poets & Writers: https://www.pw.org/content/paris_writers_workshop

about 2016. More information from Dmitri at WICE: “I was on the organizing committee in 2016, and am head of the committee for PWW 2018. This is a week-long workshop typically in late June or early July. We run seminars in novel, short story, creative nonfiction and poetry. We've had some distinguished faculty, including Phillip Lopate, Lan Samantha Chang (who runs the Iowa Writing Workshop), and Ayana Mathis (author of The Twelve Tribes of Hattie).”

Paris Writing Workshop at the Paris American Academy

http://pariswritingworkshop.com

This is an intensive month-long workshop held each July in the Latin Quarter on the historic Rue Saint Jacques, close to Luxembourg Gardens. The program combines fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry through craft classes and workshops, as well as special sessions in screenwriting, travel writing, and reading one’s work to an audience. Rolf Potts runs the program. His 2018 co-instructors are: Major Jackson, Dinah Lenney, and Robin Wasserman. There can be guest lectures and soirées. Writers in the Fellows Program focus on specific writing projects while also leading peer workshops and literary walking tours. Applications and acceptances are rolling.

  Paris Writers Retreat

http://www.pariswritersretreat.com/

Wendy Goldman Rohm of Rohm Literary created this twice-yearly program with best-selling authors and literary agents to empower writers in both writing and publishing. The next retreat is May 28 - June 1, 2018. From the website: “Story and manuscript development come alive at this acclaimed, professional workshop for authors of fiction and nonfiction. We hold the Paris Writers Retreat twice a year at our private loft in the heart of Paris, in May and September. Develop your book, fine tune your manuscript, and perfect your writing in progress. Writers of all levels attend to generate new material, develop ideas, or shape their stories.” The schedule is posted here: http://www.pariswritersretreat.com/schedule.html

  Left Bank Writers Retreat

http://www.leftbankwritersworkshop.com/

This one-week program, June 10-15, 2018, offers daily morning workshops and afternoon literary-minded outings. Founder Darla Worden aims to steep participants in the methods and influences of iconic expat writers. Quote from Darla on the website: “I want to offer this experience to other writers who would like to write in the morning and see the sights of Paris in the afternoon — using their Parisian experiences as writing prompts in their work. We will explore Paris’s Left Bank where iconic writers like Hemingway, Joyce, and Fitzgerald lived and worked, as well as the great museums, parks and restaurants that inspired them.” (Details on 2017: http://www.prweb.com/releases/2017/01/prweb13985873.htm )

 American University of Paris (AUP)

https://www.aup.edu/academics/summer/creative-arts/creative-writing-institute

https://www.aup.edu/academics/summer/creative-arts

The AUP hosts both a Summer Creative Writing Institute and summer classes in Creative Arts, including Writing. Coursework is transferrable for credit at U.S. universities. Founded 55 years ago, the AUP describes itself as an “American-style university education” set in Paris. It’s located on the Left Bank in the 7th arrondissement along with icons such as the Eiffel Tower and Musée D’Orsay.

  Shakespeare & Company

https://shakespeareandcompany.com/

This bookstore/café/literary mecca close to Notre-Dame cathedral delivers the pulse of what’s happening in the Anglophone writing/reading community in Paris. Shakespeare & Company provides its library room free-of-charge to several writing programs and teachers (upcoming events listed here:  https://shakespeareandcompany.com/51/shakespeare-and-company/389/workshops ) and hosts not-to-be-missed, high-profile author readings. One of its most prestigious partners is the NYU low-residency MFA Writers Workshop in Paris (see next blurb). If you’re lucky, you might become a Tumbleweed, which is a guest of the bookstore, encouraged to write and read, and given a spot to sleep, in exchange for volunteer work at the shop: https://shakespeareandcompany.com/35/history/38/about-tumbleweeds

  NYU MFA Writers Workshop in Paris

http://as.nyu.edu/cwp/low-residency-mfa.html

Whether you are ready to pursue a rigorous MFA in creative writing or not, the presence of this NYU graduate program is a boon to English-speaking writers and readers in Paris. It hosts twice-yearly residencies with stellar faculty during January and July — faculty who often do public readings and discussions — providing a tremendous surge of energy for students of other Paris writing programs running concurrently. NYU MFA students meet in Paris for five intensive ten-day residences over two years and then work remotely under close faculty mentor supervision. Check out a sample calendar of the residency period: https://as.nyu.edu/content/dam/nyu-as/cwp/documents/Low-ResidencyMFAJuly2015Calendar.pdf

  Paris Lit Up

http://parislitup.com/

An independent, non-profit community arts organization, Paris Lit Up organizes a series of writing workshops, including the Paris Writers’ Group meetup hosted by Helen Cusack O’Keeffe (https://www.meetup.com/pariswriters/members/9573183/ ) and an application-based mini-residency (http://parislitup.com/writing-workshops/plu-mini-writing-residency/ ). PLU is also known for its Thursday open mic nights with featured writers at Culture Rapide bar in the 20th arrondissement of Paris (http://parislitup.com/paris-lit-up-open-mic/ ) and Paris Lit Up Magazine.

  Ivy Writers Paris

http://ivywritersparis.blogspot.com/

Ivy Writers Paris was founded by American writers Michelle Noteboom and Jennifer K. Dick. They offer bilingual poetry readings and literary lectures on the Left Bank. From the website: “Before the reading starts, we gather for a drink and chat with new friends and old alongside invited authors. After the reading, books can be purchased and signed and then everyone who wants to comes along for dinner. The reading is thus sandwiched between social space, allowing listeners to really get to know guest authors. Ivy gives you the opportunity to talk to the writers you love and to their publishers, as well as other authors, translators and aficionados of poetry in attendance.”

  SpokenWord Paris

https://spokenwordparis.org/author/db1066/

Directed by David Barnes, SpokenWord Paris hosts events for Anglophone writers. The Writers’ Group, organized and run by Bruce Sherfield, is its Sunday evening writing workshop, open to all, held at Shakespeare & Company. From the website: a “very down-to-earth, unpretentious feedback workshop running on a drop-in basis almost every weekend since February 2005.” (https://spokenwordparis.org/the-other-writers-group/ ). SpokenWord Paris also hosts a Monday night open mic in the 11th arrondissement at Au Chat Noir https://spokenwordparis.org/practical-info/ and publishes the literary magazine The Bastille.

 La Muse

http://lamuseretreat.com/

La Muse is just one of several pure retreats available to writers in the French countryside (just Google “French writing retreat” and you’ll find them). This one is in Labastide-Esparbairenque in the Occitanie region in southern France. It is run by writers Kelly Eielson and John Fanning, who left careers in publishing in NYC 15 years ago to found their enclave. In addition to a quiet room, here’s what guests can expect: http://lamuseretreat.com/retreats/what-we-do-each-retreat/.

  The Write Bank Children’s Book Workshop

http://www.maxineroseschur.com/about-the-write-bank.html  http://www.maxineroseschur.com/WriteBankFlyer.pdf

Maxine Rose Schur will host an intimate autumn 2018 writing course on children’s book writing for four to six participants, set in a rented Right Bank apartment. From the website: “Appropriate for both beginning and intermediate writers, The Write Bank Children’s Book workshop is a combination of lecture, discussion, readings, in-depth critiques and hands-on exercises. The focus is deeply personal: on your specific work and your current writing goal.”

  Erin Byrne

http://www.e-byrne.com/workshop.html

Travelers’ Tales author and Solas Awards-winner, Erin Byrne, plans to resume her eclectic writing workshop in April 2018 at Shakespeare & Company. From the website: “Our writing can be brightened with techniques, styles, and flourishes of other genres. During this two-session workshop, taught by author Erin Byrne, we will dip our pens into fiction, nonfiction, travel, memoir, film, poetry, and journalism to add vivid hues to our writing styles.”

  A few à la carte links:

https://www.meetup.com/topics/writing-workshops/fr/paris/

This list on Meetup.com features many writers and artists organizing their own Anglophone writing groups, literary communities, and readings in Paris.

  http://parisreadingsmonthlylisting.blogspot.fr/

A blog sharing writing and literary events by month, posted by Jennifer K. Dick of Ivy Writers.

 https://www.ceastudyabroad.com/#go-with-cea

About CEA from the website: “Since 1997, CEA has maintained one simple philosophy: To provide high-quality international academic programs and services.”

  This petite guide was created for the “Writing in Paris” BBF Unbound session at the Boston Book Festival, October 28, 2017, with panelists Marcia DeSanctis, Lauren Grodstein, and Stacey Resnikoff, and moderator Kelly MacFarland. Set at the French Cultural Center of Boston, it’s one of four events co-presented by the BBF, FCC, and Consulate General of France in Boston. For any future “Writing in Paris” updates, follow @staceyresnikoff on Twitter.

[twinklelilstarkey]

hey! how about the smutty prompts 25, 11 and 1 for Rafe? I really love your writing

For blurb thursday!! (No. 1 “we’re in public, you know”; 11 “do you think they could hear us?” ‘yes we can.’; 25 “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”) - I decided not to do the 11, due to the blurb already being so big bc I got carried away.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You and Rafe have been sleeping around for almost 3 months. It started off as a one-night thing but it became a lot more than that, pretty quickly.

In your defense, he always knew exactly what to do in bed, and after a long time of a bunch of nothing (or nothing good enough), his presence became very much appreciated when it came to lonely nights. Aka, all nights.

That (first) one-night agreement became two nights, and then three, seven, and a lot more after that.

You never really bring yourself to call it anything else but "sleeping around", even when you notice that there are obvious feelings behind unsaid words in those nights together.

You two have never confessed a thing because there's always doubt, and when it comes to Rafe, the idea of doing so and ruining everything terrifies you.

But, little do you know, you're absolutely everything he would ever want in a girl. You got the sweet exterior that every guy on the island literally melts for, and you're definitely something else behind closed doors.

He's in love, but never gets to tell you that.

So many other guys drool over you, yet he's the only one you give any attention to. You're an ego booster as a human, even when he has to keep it hidden and you don't even come to notice it.

And, well, now, you're sitting with some friends at the bar of the country club. Sitting by the railing, letting the breeze and the golden sunlight hit you like you're some sort of goddess, laughing innocently with your friends.

Rafe can't look away, it's almost as if he's stuck. And he's not the only one.

"Damn." Topper says while walking back to the table with the drinks, "She looks good today."

"Right?" Kelce says beside Rafe, "She's something else, bro, I swear."

"What college is she going to again? Gotta make sure before I choose mine." Topper says in a slightly playful tone.

"Chapel Hill." Kelce answers, "That's what I heard."

"You lucky bitch, Cameron." Topper says, "You really chose the right college without even knowing how blessed you'd be."

That makes Rafe scoff.

You get up from your chair as you continue to say something to your girls at the table and every guy at the bar watches you as you smooth your skirt down. Your legs are glowing with the sunlight, and your smile just never seems to leave your face.

With slow steps, you're able to get away from your friends and walk towards the bathroom.

Your perfume floats in the air like the sweetest scent known to man-kind as you walk by the table with the three best friends and their eyes stay on you shamelessly.

God, you're gorgeous.

"I got a theory." Topper says without taking his eyes from you, with his pointer finger in the air as if he just had the best idea ever.

Both Kelce and Rafe look at their friend but he doesn't look back.

"About Y/N, I mean."

"Shoot it." Kelce encourages.

"Like, even though she may be all lollipops and candy bars," He pauses for the dramatics, "I bet behind closed doors she’s all about handcuffs and gags."

Rafe just stares at his friend dumbfounded for a second.

"You don't think so?" Topper asks, looking directly at Kelce with an expression as if mirroring fear for just saying the dumbest thing ever.

"I think you have way too many high hopes for her." He answers chuckling, "That girl has to have something that you won't like."

"So, you think she's bad in bed?"

"Not exactly bad." Kelce says with a slightly defensive tone, "Just think she's not like that. She looks innocent as hell, I mean look at her..." He pauses, "There's no way."

Topper scoffs at that and glares at his friend.

"And it's not like any of us will ever know the answer to that, anyway." Kelce shrugs.

"You don't think I can get her one day?" Topper asks with a confident tone.

"No." He laughs.

Topper forces down his smile as he finds the humor in the conversation and diverts his gaze over to the silent one at the table.

"And what about Rafe?"

"Fuck no." Kelce says, making the two laugh harder.

As the two boys fall into laughter again, Rafe looks down at his drink and bites his tongue as if to stop himself from saying anything out loud.

"Uhm... Shut up, shut up." Topper curses in a whisper at his friend. "She's coming."

Rafe looks back up and he sees you walk right by their table again.

You offer a smile as you notice the three boys looking at you and you get back to your friends.

Rafe taps the corner of his phone into the table, deep in thought, while looking towards you and as the boys continue to talk between themselves, it doesn't take long for your gaze to meet.

Topper and Kelce are too deep into their own conversation to notice, but with an obvious fake shy smile and a wink coming from you, Rafe reaches his peak.

He stands from the table abruptly, not caring that his friends are looking at him with frowns on their faces or that his chair made a lot more noise than he intended it to make, and starts walking towards your table.

You look up to see him walking towards you and you ignore your friends' gasps as he "totally is walking over here".

"Can we talk?" He asks, standing by the end of the table, eyes focused on you and only you.

"Sure." You shrug.

Your friends send you wide-eyed looks in surprise and you grab your bag from the back of your chair. You hop down the high chair and walk over to Rafe, who literally just grabs your wrist and starts yanking you to walk beside him inside the building.

Inside, there are even more people, which doesn't make anything easier or more discreet.

With the discomfort of being constantly pulled by your wrist, you, with your other hand, grab onto Rafe's and speed up your steps, making the way you two are walking look more natural.

As the two of you reach the hallway with the least busy bathrooms in the back of the country club, Rafe lets go of your wrist and takes two steps away from you.

"Can you tell me what in hell is going on?" You ask him.

"You're what's going on."

"What did I do?" You ask, voice sounding higher as you feel his accusation being pointed at you.

Rafe looks at the door of the bathroom and almost as if like magic, it opens and a girl walks out.

Already knowing your fate, you offer your arm to Rafe and he pulls you in with him.

"You know we're in public, right?" You ask as you're pushed in, voice echoing with the tiled walls. "Like, where people that have never seen us have a conversation can look at us an-"

"Shut up." He interrupts.

Rude.

Rafe checks every stall of the bathroom, hitting the doors with his foot to open them widely and checking if you two will be able to get privacy. All while you lean back onto the bathroom counter, hands behind your back as you stare at him patiently.

As he turns back and starts walking towards you, a small smile grows on your lips yet he doesn't even think to give you one back.

He walks up to stand right in front of you, closer than ever, almost making your whole bodies touch as you look up at him and tilt your head in interest with what's going on behind his eyes.

"What's up, Rafey?" You ask him. "Missed me?"

His breathing is heavy and accelerated as he looks down at you. Before he could even get to answer you, he takes ahold of your hips, takes a slight step back, and flips you. Making you face the mirror, with your back to Rafe's chest, with hands over the counter to hold you steady, and, most important, with your ass right over his hardening cock.

"You walk around like this," He spits, lifting his hand from your waist to have in the back of your neck while the other grabs onto the soft fabric of your dress, "Making every guy drool over you and kiss the ground you walk on. You're mine, right?"

That makes a chuckle escape you. Mostly out of disbelief and shock, but it came out looking more teasing and almost as if you're laughing at him.

He brings his hand over the front of your neck and wraps around it, pulling you back straight against his chest. You keep looking at him through the mirror, not even looking slightly intimidated, and you watch him as he looks back at you with nothing but anger.

"You're not?"

That makes you look at him directly.

"I'm not yours, Rafe." You say, feeling him put in some more pressure on your neck. "That was our agreement."

"But you are, baby." He continues to whisper and you tilt your head better to meet his gaze.

"But I'm not." You correct him in a whisper as well.

He looks at you in question, even with his angry eyes.

"If you want me to be yours." You say before redirecting your gaze to the mirror once more, "You got to work for it, Rafey."

A smirk appears on his lips at the relieving change in your tone and he leans down to have his head against the side of your own as you look at one another in the mirror.

Your gazes are a total fight for dominance, yet you're not sure who's winning.

Rafe's other hand, the one that was still over your waist, moves down to your hip, and then your leg. You follow his movements with your eyes and you watch as his hand slides under your dress and disappears as it gets up close to your core.

His hand palms your clothed pussy and you feel him as his fingers start working over the already soaked fabric.

"Already soaked, baby?" He tells you with a smile and you swallow your submissive stance as he continues to glare.

As you stay quiet, Rafe stills his hand and tilts his head to get your attention again.

"Can I start working now, then?"

You bite your own teeth as you control yourself and he notices as his movements restart, just as light as before, over your most sensitive spot.

"I promise that I'll do my best." He says teasingly.

"O-okay." You answer.

You close your eyes with a sigh, cursing at yourself for stuttering, and you hear Rafe exhale out a laugh through his nose at your answer.

By moving your panties' middle to the side, your pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room, making chills run through you. Rafe's fingers tease you a few more times, but then, suddenly, his finger slides in between your folds.

His finger moves, avoiding your clit at first, and teases your entrance, making it even audible how wet you are to the both of you. With a smile on his face, he moves up his finger to your clit and he starts working circles around it.

You let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling and he smiles at you through the mirror again.

"Try to be quiet, yeah?"

You nod, not trusting your own voice while your breathing is so unstable, and Rafe retrieves his hand from under your clothes.

You let out a breath and, in a matter of seconds, you hear his zipper being undone and then suddenly feel him kicking your legs apart.

Your hands cling onto the counter as you lay your chest against it and, quickly, you feel the tip of Rafe's hard cock sliding in between your slick folds. A sigh escapes your lips as he moves over your clit a few times back and forth and his hand lets go of your neck to hold your hip.

When finding your entrance, he starts pushing himself in and you close your eyes at the feeling.

Rafe groans behind you as your warm walls squeeze him in at the first touch and he's able to quickly fill you up to the fullest.

He steals a look down at you, watching you pant at the slightest of movement from his hips and frown at every stillness of them.

Something tells him he won't have to work too hard to get you.

"Oh, you're definitely already mine." He whispers more to himself.

Before you could even respond, Rafe moves back and thrusts into you with such force and quickness that you can't help but let out a loud moan.

Rafe smiles as it echoes with the tiles of the small room you're in and as he remembers how he didn't even lock the door.

Maybe today you're not the only one that gets to know who you belong to.

This is so shitty, I'm so sorry. I know that this was supposed to be short, but I got carried away with the backstory. Hope you liked, either way, I guess.

And thank you so much, anon, for requesting.

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[twinklelilstarkey]

can i please request “kissing your lover when they ask you why you've been avoiding them, not realizing it's because you're jealous that they've been hanging out with [a potential love interest” with sunburnt Rafe?💛

Happy blurb thursday, y'all! *this takes place before the story* - Totally read the prompt wrong and only noticed it a day after. I don't know why I read it in the way that I did, I am a total dumbass. Hope you still like this I guess.

The way I understood it was: "Kissing your lover due to being jealous because they've been hanging out with [a potential love interest]"

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

If anyone has ever started senior year, they surely reacted in a certain way when they got there. Maybe by sighing in relief due to almost getting out of the shithole they call a home/state/city, others by doing a shrug and moving on with their day, not even being close to phased with it, and then there's you.

Well, you, and all the other kids that are celebrating the same or other milestones. OBX likes to make everything a little extra, so, every time people are either almost getting out of the island (aka finishing high school), and being a year of doing so, the bonfire party is re-done and everyone goes there to celebrate.

Is it a little too much for just another year of school or moving on to college? Sure, but try and say that to people who just got told about the free drinks.

And who are you to say no to a party? Sarah's going, your other friends are going. Yeah, some people you have quite a distaste for are also going to be there, but, so what? It's not like you're going to constantly run into them.

So, your night began around 9. You got ready for the party at your friend's since Sarah was just getting back from shopping with Rose and Wheezie, and she was the one to drive you and your friend over to the place - after, of course, begging for the keys of the car to her stepmother. And everything was pretty chill.

For the first 2 hours.

You noticed while downing drinks that there was some bickering here and there between Pogues and Kooks, but you didn't pay enough attention to notice who it was. And, quite honestly, you never cared for those arguments and fights, they're petty anyways.

The world has become a little blurry, now, and everything seems a little too much fun, which can only mean that you had enough to drink.

Yet that doesn't exactly mean that it's time to go home. Oh, hell no. You're staying to enjoy this unnatural happiness until its last moment.

You've danced, you've sung, you've even played tik tak toe with a random girl in the sand by the stairs of the bonfire. You're having the best time of your life.

And now, you're taking a moment to breathe and calm down by sitting up top of the bonfire, right by the wall. And that's when you see in the corner of your eye that someone has just sat beside you.

"Oh, hi." You say out loud to the boy, a little caught off guard.

"Hey, I'm JJ."

"Y/N."

He seems nice, in your drunken mind at least.

You two shared a few words, and a few giggles (from your part), while looking down at the fire.

And someone, which you haven't noticed, has been looking at you for the past few minutes.

That person is none other than Rafe Cameron, who is also celebrating something tonight - unlike the pogue sitting beside you.

You're celebrating getting to senior year and Rafe's celebrating the end of it.

He's standing by a tree on the other side of the bonfire's wall, watching you from afar as Topper keeps on telling him about... What was it again? Something to do with Sarah.

He's not listening to a word.

Wait, shouldn't you be with Sarah?

Rafe stares, and stares. He honestly doesn't know how long he did that for, but no one seemed to notice, so, he didn't even get to snap out of it.

You surely didn't notice a thing too, and JJ... Well, he hasn't stopped looking at you.

Rafe clenches his jaw as well as the beer on his hand, all while you keep on laughing at whatever the blondie is saying. JJ has a smile on his face, yet he isn't laughing with you. You're drunker than him, for sure.

And that's exactly when Rafe sees him lift his hand up and lay it on your thigh. You're wearing a simple pair of shorts with one of Sarah's oversized shirts, the usual bonfire outfit, yet the fact that JJ is touching your leg is sending all the blood to Rafe's intoxicated head.

Without even saying a thing to his best friend, Rafe puts down his beer, steps away from Topper mid-conversation, and walks up to the two of you.

JJ is the first one to notice, but he doesn’t even move.

As Rafe stands behind you, he hits the side of your leg with his shoe to get your attention and tilted his head to the side as if to tell you to go with him somewhere else.

"What is it?" You ask, still with a drunken smile on your face.

"Need to talk to you."

"Cameron, dude, leave the gir-"

Rafe sends JJ a glare as he starts to say that, and that seems to make him stop. You look between them and shake your head a bit as if to rearrange your thoughts.

"Why?" You ask Rafe, "Why do I need to go?"

Didn't really take much convincing for Rafe to be able to make you stand up (carefully, because he doesn't want you to fall on the fire not too far down) and he even gives you his hand to help you stand.

You take it, without thinking too much of it, and give JJ a little wave before leaving with the older, and taller, boy.

Rafe pulled you deep into the trees behind the crowd and you let go of his hand as soon as you snap out of the moment. He looks annoyed, to say the least, and with just his glare alone, you know he's annoyed with you.

"What did I do?"

He stops walking and looks down at you.

"A pogue? Out of everyone, a pogue?"

You had to laugh with that one.

"I don't care about that thing about Kooks-" You hiccup, "And Pogues, Rafe."

"Well, you fucking should. And Maybank? Don't you know how his fam-"

"He's nice!" You scream, drunkenly trying to be louder than him.

"I don't give a fuck that he's nice, you can't hang out with him."

"Why not?!" That seems to annoy you further.

"Because I don't want you to, Y/N!" He screams back, "I'm trying to look out for you here! Can you listen to me for once in your life?"

You shake your head at him in annoyance.

"I don't want you to look out for me, Rafe. I'm almost 18! I'm more than capable of looking after myself."

Right as you said that, you take a step back and trip over a stick, falling right on your ass. Yeah, alcohol really isn't your best friend in moments like these. And neither is timing.

Rafe, already annoyed, looks down at you and you let out a giggle of embarrassment and he extends his hand again.

You take it and this time, as he pulls you up, you're chest to chest, glued to one another.

"You're not going to hang out with him, you hear me?" He mumbles.

"Or what?" You whisper with a bright smile, "What are you going to do to me, Cameron?"

He clenches his jaw again as you hold your chin high, proudly.

"If you're jealous, just say that." You keep on teasing. "No need to be ashamed."

Rafe looks down at you, a serious expression on his face, contrasting with your wide smile as you look up at his eyes.

He admires your face as your drunken gaze setting over him, and as his, also, drunken yet angry gaze sets on you.

Before you can even tease Rafe further, he leans down and lays his lips over yours. Due to the alcohol, you don't even get to react with any sort of shock. Your hands fly up to his shoulders to pull him closer and you deepen the kiss with absolutely no shame.

Rafe's hands grip onto your waist and he pulls you closer to him so that your hips are absolutely glued.

Your hands move up to his neck and your fingers cling onto his hair, pulling on it until Rafe groans against your lips. You smile into the kiss and reconnect your lips once more.

Bad thing you both didn't remember any of this on the next day.

Hope you liked this, peeps.

If you'd like to request anything, do it before the day is over!! ❤️❤️

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[twinklelilstarkey]

good girl x bad boy rafe where his grades are slipping and she finds out because she overhears ward yelling at him over it so she’s like “why didn’t you tell me?” and turns out he was just embarrassed to ask for help. love you! 💛💛

For blurb Thursday! Hiii babyyy, I hope you like thiis!! ❤️

Hanging out over at Rafe's house has become a weekly habit for you ever since you two have been dating for just 2 months. No matter how much you tend to hate the presence that is none other than his dad's, but, honestly, seeing and hanging with his sisters tends to make it worth it.

You do have to admit that you need to come over with all sorts of homework and projects 100% done because it is impossible to work in that household. Rafe is already a handful, but his family at a Saturday is honestly as chaotic as they come. Just walking into his room at all sorts of times to either argue over something that he had done (Sarah) or to ask for help (Wheezie).

So, yeah, you're already more than used to that.

You scroll through your phone as you walk through the driveway and by the cars at the front of the large white house. You can hear the gardeners in the distance, some of them talking but mostly just the leaf blower and the lawnmower in the distance.

With a hand, you walk through the front door, knowing how it's kept open whenever the workers are outside in case they ever need 'Mr. Cameron'.

You put your phone back in your pocket, walking towards the stairs but a voice in the living room stops you.

"Are you understanding what I'm telling you, or not?!"

It was Ward. Talking to someone, or should you say screaming at someone. You're too scared to peek in and check what's going on or to say your usual simple 'hello' to announce your arrival, so, you decide to take your first step up the stairs.

"Yes, dad!" Rafe groans, making you stop, "I understand."

"We've been having this conversation ever since you started this school year and you keep on not doing a thing." Ward says loudly, sounding as if he's pacing around.

Rafe doesn't answer.

"I'm not going to help you in any way to pass the year, and I hope you know that." His dad continues.

There's no answer for a second.

"Do you know that?" He asks even louder than before.

"Yes." He sighs, "I know..."

"Than you better get your act right, Rafe. I'm done looking out for you. You fail this year and I'm done. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

Ward lets out a long sigh, full of annoyance, and it seems like he has stopped walking around.

"Last chance, Rafe. This is your damned last chance." Wards say in almost a whisper.

You assume that he nods in response.

"Can you still fix this?" He asks again yet not verbal response, "What tests are you going to have until the end of the year."

"One for every class." Rafe answers, "And a project for English."

"Talk to your teachers, son. Ask for whatever they can fucking give you to fix this fuck up of a year." Ward says, "You can't be walking around me and our family's company with that on your back."

You frown at his words and look at the ground, wanting nothing but to barge in and defend your boyfriend.

"You hear me?"

"Yes."

There are a few steps a little distant from you and then the sound of someone sitting down.

"Than get the fuck out my sight." He says lastly.

You don't move for a good second, feeling as if Ward's words hit you with just as much impact as they did Rafe. And right as you see your boyfriend walk out of the room and turn to make his way up the stairs, you could tell that he was holding every emotion in him.

Ward's screaming lectures have been something that Rafe's used to hearing ever since he was a kid. He has told you that many times. And you've also heard a few of them that would, annoyingly enough, end on a better note whenever you would be noticed in the room.

But, god, you have never heard it end like this.

Rafe lifts his gaze from the ground when noticing someone's figure a step up the stairs, and when he notices that it's you, humiliation and embarrassment wash over him like a bucket of ice-cold water.

You weren't supposed to hear that.

"Hi." You try to whisper in your sweetest of tones and with a short smile.

Rafe walks towards the stairs, his little broken heart racing in the panic of seeing you and knowing that you heard probably most of the ending of that conversation, and he lays his hand over your waist and pulls you forward to walk up the stairs with him.

You do as he wants and as the two of you stand at the top to walk towards his room, you wrap your arm over his torso and lean onto his side to give him some sort of comfort.

Rafe doesn't quite respond to the sweet action but you also didn't really expect him to. He opens the door of his bedroom and soon, the two of you are on your own.

"Did you, uhm..." He starts, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through his hair as a nervous habit of his, "Did you hear the conversation downstairs?"

"A bit, yeah." You confess.

Rafe locks his jaw and takes a deep breath, hating the fact that you had to witness any of that.

He expects you to not exactly want to talk about it since you tend to let him only speak about his dad whenever he feels like he needs to, but, at the same time, he wants you to so he can get it out of his mind and his chest.

You walk to stand in front of him, wrapping now both of your arms around him and leaning your chin on his sternum while looking up at his face. Rafe grins a tiny bit and brings his hands to your cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask him in a whisper.

He thinks for a bit, staring into your eyes as if he'll find his answers behind them.

Rafe opens his mouth to answer but a sudden fear of it cracking with all his boiling and overflowing emotions, just makes him nod in response.

You kiss his chest over his shirt and before you could step back and unwrap your arms from around him to go lay or sit down and talk, Rafe stops you by holding your arms and wrapping his own around your smaller form. He pulls you against him as he leans down to have his head rested on yours and lays a kiss at the side of it, over your hair.

You close your eyes while focusing on the hug, your hands carefully and slowly moving in a comforting way up and down his back. Rafe hides his face onto the side of your head, holding you close as ever and you can't help but just want to want to hold him like this forever.

"Why did you never tell me you were failing?" You ask, breaking the silence, yet your voice was so calm and your tone so sweet, that it never came close to ruining the moment.

"Embarrassed." He whispers into your hair.

"Of what?" You ask, curious, voice muffled by his shirt, "I wouldn't judge you."

"I know." He nods, "I just..." He shrugs, "I don't know."

He sighs before snuggling in his head closer and you give him a second squeeze closer to you. You move your head up and lay a kiss on his exposed neck.

As the comfortable silence comes back and you notice Rafe relax underneath your touch, you pull away just a slight bit and look up at his face.

"Do you want me to help you?" You ask in a whisper.

He nods, a shy grin on his face as he totally tries to hide right after.

"Please." He whispers.

"Okay." You whisper back.

You smile at the slight lift of his mood and all that Rafe feels is relief. Relief over not having to push the words out of his slow and heavy mind after all that happened, but as well as, relief over you being able to read him better than he can himself.

You bring your hands to his cheeks, caressing his skin before pressing a quick kiss onto his lips.

"A lot of people say I'm good at tutoring." You say in a playful tone as you wrap your arms around his neck, "Will you trust my abilities?"

A faint smile comes back to his lip and his hands move down before wrapping his arms around you.

"Will you?" You ask again leaning in as if to intimidate him.

"Yeah." He nods.

You give a nod as if satisfied with his answer and that makes him break into a real smile.

"Better get ready to work then," You say against his lips before giving him a kiss on his cheek, "This is will be a long weekend."

Rafe exhales out a laugh and you can't help but smile at the sound of it.

"Hope you like math, by the way." You tell him, "That'll be our first."

You let go of Rafe and in that second he lets out a dramatic groan at the mention of his most hated class. You smile at the dramatic sound and reach to grab onto his hand, pulling to sit on his bed as you go to grab his stuff at the desk.

As you hold everything in hand and face your boyfriend, who is propped up by his elbow to look at you. You walk closer and lay the books down.

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" You ask him.

Hope this was good!!

My requests will be open for blurbs until the end of the day!

#Rita's blurb thursday #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader #outer banks rafe #rafe outer banks #outer banks imagines #outer banks imagine #obx #obx 2

[twinklelilstarkey]

Rafe's Blurb Masterlist

All Sunburnt blurbs can be found: Sunburnt Masterlist

** = SMUT

**After much thinking, Rafe realizes that Y/N belongs to him yet she makes him work for it

Rafe finds you hot with glasses

“I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“You can sleep here”

“Tell me about your day”

“End up back in bed”

Good Girl x Bad Boy AU

Y/N overhears that Rafe is having a rough time with school, so she offers some help

Dad!Rafe Cameron AU

“Can we have another one?”

“I know, baby, I know”

Little dancer

Big sister

Preschool

No training wheels

Birth

QuarterBack!Rafe Cameron AU

**“Kiss me, kiss me again”

"Go long!"

Four days away

#Rita's blurb thursday #masterlist #kinda ignore this

[twinklelilstarkey]

Please could I request number 10 from the smut list with Matthew Tkachuk 💕

For blurb thursday! (No. 10 “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you gonna do about it?’) - so sorry it took me so long, this isn't even a blurb anymore.

[words: 2k+]

Matty thinks he's smart. He really thinks he can outsmart you every time. But the man forgets that you happen to be good friends with his teammates. And that his teammates happen to be great snitches without even noticing.

Every time Matthew goes off to a roadie, especially a long one, you always get to be the one to surprise him. He has tried to be the one to make a surprise many times, and you would always end up texting someone different from the team and accidentally know that he would be either coming home early or stopping at some store before to get you a gift.

After many accidents like that, the whole thing became a joke between the two of you. And Matthew couldn't even blame his teammates for any that because they didn't even know of how fast this whole thing soon became a complete competition.

Poor guys, they don't even know how great of a weapon they can be.

And it's not only with him coming home a little early. The man has planned on getting flowers, how he's dressed, and even extra gifts. All for the wow factor that he so wants to come from you.

So, yes, he really tries to get every point in the book.

But you're always one step ahead.

You are winning by, probably, 10 surprises, but Matthew hasn't even come close to giving up yet.

Now, for an example, you've just finished making dinner - his favorite - and with the last text from his teammate saying how they're on their way to 'get the bags', you already know that they're here three hours early than Matty ever said they would.

Why does he even try?

You turn off the stove and grab your phone, a smirk curving your lips upwards maliciously. Sliding through your contacts, you click on Matt's contact and bring the phone to your ear.

"Hi, baby." You say as he picks up.

"Hey, babe." You can tell he's smiling just by his voice.

"Just wanted to know if you're home any soon? Got a little lost with a new recipe and just wanted to check if I still had time to finish it."

"Oh, yeah! We're probably still 2 hours away, so you got more than time."

"Oh, thank god." You fake sigh in relief.

"Don't work yourself up too much, alright? It's just me coming back like any other day."

"I know, I know." You say, holding in your smile, "Call me when you get here, yeah?"

"Don't I always?" He says teasingly and you laugh.

"Not exactly." You answer.

"I will, I swear." He says, a smile prominent in his voice.

Sure.

"Alright, love you!"

"Love you more."

As the two of you lower your phones from your ears, smiles are plastered on your faces. Matthew's smiling because he thinks that he's winning, and you're smiling because you know that you're winning.

Tonight will be interesting.

(...)

An hour passed and the two of you are more than ready to surprise one another, magically, at the same time. Matthew has his flowers and shopping bags in hand, and you already have almost everything ready.

You have been going through this plan in your head since he got on the bus all those weeks ago. Nothing can't go wrong, or you swear that you will go insane.

You look around, almost as if to check if the house is exactly how you want it to look. With a sigh, you start making your way out of the bedroom and walk towards the front door of the house, ready to plant the first part of your plan.

With a smile absolutely taking over your face, you get to the door in just your lingerie and with a quick movement, you strip off your panties.

You leave it a step away from the front door and will all your anxiety, you start walking over to the bedroom. Also, discarding your bralette right in the middle of the hallway that leads to your bedroom.

Stepping foot into your bathroom, you eye the already prepared tub sitting right at the end of the dimly lit room. The steam that had just been coming out of it has calmed down, and the bubbles up top make an even layer in almost perfect peaks.

Gathering your hair up at the top of your head, you hold it up with various elastics and bobby pins. All of it while your eyes stay on the tempting tub and you continuously check the time.

It doesn't take you long to get in the water, leaning your back against the already warmed-up side of the tub. And, god, it felt better than you expected it to. After such a day filled with anxiety, you didn't even understand how much you needed this.

Your shoulders stay in the bubbles hiding your body to even your own eyes and as your body is enveloped by the warm water, you lean your head back and close your eyes.

God, this really feels good.

A few minutes pass as you wait for Matthew and your imagination takes you on a trip as you're in your own world. Just the fact that he's almost home is driving you to the peak of the excitement of your month till now.

Another sigh leaves your lips as a familiar tingling starts bubbling at the end of your stomach and you bite your lip, almost as if telling yourself internally: He's almost home, you can't do it now. But then again, you could always help yourself out.

As your hand travels down the smooth skin of your stomach, you close your eyes again and lean your back against the tub, letting your own fingers tease you.

Almost at the same time, Matthew slams his car door shut. Bouquet of roses on hand, two expensive clothing store bags on the other hand, all while he's still in his coming-home suit.

Matthew walks through the parking lot with some speed on his step to get to the elevator rather quickly. In there, his neighbor stands, also just getting home from work, and with a shy smile on their face.

Matthew returns the grin and leans against the metal wall of the elevator as the doors close. Carefully passing the flowers to his other hand as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check on the time.

Two hours early, just like expected.

The doors reopen and Matthew quickly walks out after giving the neighbor a quick nod. He speeds his step to get to his apartment door at the end of the hallway and starts fishing for his keys right as he gets to the door.

You bite your lip to hold in your whimpers and gasps, scared that your sounds could, in some way, be heard by someone else, and as you're obviously pretty much distracted, the door of the apartment opens.

Matthew steps in and as he was about to call out for your name, his eyes stop at something at the door.

You did not.

A large smile appears on his face and he closes the door with his foot. He puts down the bags by the door and doubles over to grab the piece of clothing from the floor. He analyzes it for a bit before stuffing it into his pocket and starts, finally, walking through the house.

He doesn't call out for your name, knowing that this is not the game you want to play tonight, and before he could even turn to get to the living room, something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.

Something else on the floor, leading up to his bedroom.

A scoff leaves his lips and he doesn't even hesitate to turn and walk towards the room. He snatches the bra from the ground with his free hand, throwing it onto the bed as he walks by the doorway.

The light inside the bathroom is the last clue and drives him towards you. With a smile still on his face, Matthew walks towards the open door, and his eyes land on you.

You're more than distracted and it doesn't even take him a second to understand what's going in.

He steps inside the bathroom, the noise of the paper-wrapped bouquet is the thing that snaps you awake to reality. You stop your movements abruptly and turn your hand to see none other than your boyfriend looking at you.

"Were you just touching yourself?" He asks, disrupting the sound in the room.

A smile appears on your face, not even close to phased for being caught, or rather, interrupted.

"Yeah." You nod, "What are you going to do about it?"

Matthew puts down the flowers on top of the counter of the bathroom and doesn't even try to hide his smile from your words.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asks, turning back to you.

He starts walking towards you and you eye him shamelessly up and down, admiring him in his expensive-looking suit. He leans down over to you and hovers over your head, you smile as he lays a sweet kiss over your lips and you lift your wet hands to hold his face close to you.

"Join me." You ask him before he can pull away.

"Gladly." He says before straightening back up, letting your hands fall back to your sides, and starting to unbutton his shirt.

He's fast to strip and as soon as he's sitting opposite of you in the warm water, you're moving over to his side. As he laughs and you smile, you move to sit over his lap.

"Missed you." He tells you as you lean to give him another kiss and his hands come to rest and grip onto your hips.

You peck his lips, hands cupping his cheeks, and as you pull back.

"I missed you more." You tell him, melting at the sight of his bright smile.

His hands move and pull you closer to him by gripping onto your ass, leaning to lay a kiss in the middle of your chest as you get to sit right over his thighs.

Matthew's hand lifts from one of your cheeks and brings it forward to your stomach. As another slow kiss is laid over your skin, his hand lowers and easily meets your pussy. You hiss with a small moan at how sensitive you still feel and a smile plays over his lips once more as he touches your clit.

"Not really sure who will today." He comments, acting as if what he's doing is normal.

"I... I like the flowers." You try to mimic his nonchalant tone.

"I also got you some other things." He smiles again.

"Is it uhm.. shoes?" You say while biting your lip right as he plays with your clit between his thumb and pointer fingers.

"Nop."

You exhale out a small chuckle.

"I guess you can call that a surprise." You say.

Matthew leans forward to your chest and you close your eyes at the feeling of his warm tongue as he re-lays his kisses over your chest, lowering down to your nipple.

"Did you make dinner?" He asks.

You reopen your eyes and nod before verbally answering.

"Your favorite."

"Then I guess you can call that a surprise too."

Matthew's other hand moves from your hips to meet his other one and you tense up slightly as you feel him tease your entrance.

"So, we're even?" You're able to manage a calm tone and say it out loud.

"I don't know." He shrugs, kissing you again, "This surprise might have topped every single one I did."

That makes you smile and a long sigh re-escapes your lips as his fingers finally enter you slowly.

"Guess we'll have to wait and see who does a better job at ending the night, now." You whisper, making him pause.

Matthew looks back up at your face and a malicious look takes over his expression.

"Think you'll win?" He asks, restarting the movements of his fingers. He's moving faster, this time, which makes you cling onto his shoulder.

"Shit-" You whisper to yourself, making Matty's confidence inflate like never before, but you're quick to calm yourself down, "I'm a competitive person, babe. You should know that by now."

"I do." He nods, still smiling at your sweet noises, "But I want to win."

You lean down to meet his lips and right after you pull away from the kiss, you whisper, "Guess that makes two of us."

Hope you liked this. Don't know if that I'm confident about it, not gonna lie.

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[twinklelilstarkey]

“kiss me, kiss me again.” with quarterback!rafe please

For smutty blurb Thursday! Thank you so much for requesting!!

It's one of those mornings. It's a Friday, everyone is tired of college or work and they just want to stay in bed and enjoy the day in the middle of their blankets. It's just the law of life.

You and Rafe are absolutely the same thing, but Rafe, unfortunately, has a morning football practice with the team every Friday.

"I have to go, babe." He whispers into the crook of your neck.

His arms are still tightly wrapped around you as he says that, and you can still feel his breathing a bit uneasy from your just finished activities.

You whine in disagreement, still playing with the hair on the back of his head with closed eyes and laying your hand on the center of his back, unconsciously drawing random imaginary lines across his spine.

Rafe lays a kiss on your neck and he pulls himself up slightly from you. Both of your naked and slightly sweaty chests are still touching, but, most importantly, Rafe is still deep inside of you.

You open your eyes slightly, staring at Rafe as he looks like he's gathering strength to leave the bed.

Rafe's hair is messy from both sleep and from your hands running through it, and it's draped onto his forehead in the most perfect way possible.

"Kiss me." You whisper at him, "Before you get up."

Rafe is quick to hover over you once more and reconnecting your lips. The kiss is soft and slow, almost as if your sleep was being manifested into your movements.

His hips move ever so slightly with the kiss and you can't help but moan against his lips. You are still sensitive from his antics from the night before and from the way he decided to wake you up half an hour ago, you can't really help but react at the slightest of movements from him.

Rafe pulls away and looks down at you for a bit.

"Kiss me again." You whisper.

A smile appears over his lips and connects your lips once more, fulfilling your wish. One of your hands lays over the side of his face while the other is lost in his hair, and Rafe is starting to feel a slight bit too lost into the kiss.

As he pulls away this time, he lays a kiss on your cheek and then your jaw. As his lips meet your neck, you close your eyes once more and just enjoy his lips against your skin.

You open your legs a slightly bit wider and Rafe smirks as he feels you do so. Completely oblivious to what he's doing as he finds himself lost in your touch and at the feeling of your soft skin, Rafe starts moving his hips a bit against yours just enough for you let out a small whimper at the feeling.

He's hard again and you can feel it. He definitely lost to his own teasing, but, honestly, you also didn't exactly win because you're just as turned on by this.

Rafe pulls his hips back, lifting his head from your neck as well, and he finally thrusts back into you. You try to keep your eyes open and enjoy the feeling as well as the view, but it gets harder and harder to do so as the pleasure starts building up.

His thrusts start slow but he's quick to speed them up, and eventually you're a moaning mess under him, again. The overstimulation is getting to you and Rafe is enjoying every second of it.

He pulls his body back completely in the midst of his movements and grabs onto your hips, adjusting his position while eyeing your naked body under him with his half opened eyes.

"Rafe, please." You whimper at the loss of movement.

He restarts his movements, watching you take him for the fourth time in the last 24 hours, and brings a hand down to your clit, playing with it as soon as it's against his fingers.

You automatically sink your head back into the pillow and a loud moan escape your lips, he smiles at your quick reaction and your legs start to shake with the overstimulation.

Sometimes, a scolding from coach is worth getting. And you're definitely worth every second of it.

I hope this was good. I wrote this first thing in the morning, so I really hope it's at least acceptable.

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[twinklelilstarkey]

“we should skinny dip.” with sunburnt!rafe :)

For blurb thursday! [Sunburnt]

"I'm bored." You comment while wrapping your arms around Rafe's torso and leaning your head against his chest.

"What do you wanna do?" He asks.

You look up at him and lean your chin against his sternum, deep in thought. The house is completely empty and will stay like this until Rafe's family comes back tomorrow morning, leaving you with the Cameron Manor vacant and silent for a total of 24 hours.

Sarah doesn't really know you're here. It would be weird if she did. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

"Wanna go to the pool?" Rafe asks.

He leans down and presses a kiss onto the center of your forehead. You eye him as you think and a sigh escapes your lips.

"Too cold." You say.

Almost as timed to do so, the night breeze outside whistles against the house's large windows.

"We have a hot tub." Rafe mentions, "Which magically still works."

Can you tell that this family has been struggling with that hot tub for a bit? God, you probably don't even know half of the times they got it fixed. Why don't they buy a new one, again?

"I don't know..." You drag your words for emphasis, "What will we even do when we get to the tub?"

Good point, Rafe thought.

You look at his face as the two of you think and a large gasp leaves your mouth before a smile fills your features. Rafe looks down at you as you unwrap your arms from around him and take a step back.

"You know what we should do?"

"What?" He asks with a grin, influenced by your own smile.

"We should skinny dip."

He stares at you dumbfounded for 2 seconds and then his whole expression changes for amusement.

"My neighbors are home, though."

"So?"

"They're nosy as hell." He tells you.

You reach to hold his large hand into yours and pull him to start walking out of the kitchen with you.

"I've never done it, and I really want to." You tell him while walking backwards and keeping your eyes on him.

Rafe acts as if he's being dragged out by dragging his feet, yet you're not even pulling him at this point. He holds the side door of the house as you excitingly walk by him and jump down from the steps to the pathway. Rafe closes the door and eyes his surroundings.

For this much excitement on your part, there's no way that this will be just a 'sitting in a tub' sort of thing.

As the two of you get beside the hot tub, you start uncovering it with the help of Rafe. He turns it on and while walking from one side to another, you lean against the tub and peek inside, finding the bubbles that are forming extremely interesting.

You look over at Rafe for a second, shirt in hand, looking down in the distance, probably checking if his neighbors are still awake by the lights in the distance and you smile at him.

"Rafe, relax." You tell him, making him snap his head back to you.

"I am relaxed." He answers, feeling the corner of his lips lift at just the sight of you alone, "I'm as relaxed as one can be."

You step away from the tub, feeling the steam already start to come up and start hitting you with the breeze, and you're quick to strip off your (Rafe's) shirt.

Let it be known that all you did after lunch (when Sarah and her family left) was hang out with Rafe, literally doing a bunch of nothing. So, your outfit is a nap type of comfortable. Aka, a shirt and your underwear. Stripping for you is a few steps ahead of Rafe.

You throw the shirt over to the chair and turn back to the tub. Your arm is over your boobs for temperature purposes, but Rafe's eyes are glued to you already.

You ignore him and walk towards the tub's stairs.

By the time you get to the final step, you take off your underwear and do your best at throwing it over to the chair, failing by just a bit.

Rafe watches as you step into the warm water slowly and as your body gets involved in it when taking your seat.

You lean your head against the tub's side, watching with absolutely no shame your boyfriend snap awake from his thoughts and undress as you lay in the water comfortingly.

It doesn't take long for him to come inside, yet as soon as he's sitting down, you're on him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and throw a leg over his lap, straddling him.

While sitting high on your knees, Rafe leans in and lays a kiss at the center of your chest, mimicking your exact energy since you left the house. You sigh unconsciously at the kisses and he trails them to the side, taking your nipple into his mouth.

Rafe's arm wraps around your hips and pulls you down to his lap. You sit over his legs and run your wet fingers through his soft dry hair as he continues to lay kisses and nipping at your skin.

You, a little paranoid after the conversation in the kitchen, look over to the neighbor's house.

The last time you were here, there was absolutely no way that he was awake, he's too old and wakes up too early for that. But it's just 9, now. The probability of him just deciding to go on a walk down the street is awfully big.

Rafe's kisses start moving up to your neck and you grip onto the hair in the back of his head, pulling his head back and making him almost let out a whine. You lay a kiss over his lips as he leans his head back onto your arm and his hands start moving up and down your tighs.

You shift over his lap, wanting to get closer to him, and you feel his dick poking at your stomach. You pull back from the kiss with a smile over your face as Rafe has a smirk over his.

You lift back up from his lap and bring your hand down. Rafe whimpers a slight bit as soon as your hand touches his hard dick and slowly wraps around it.

You pump it at least five times at a speed so slow that it almost drives Rafe insane, all while laying kisses over his jaw.

As your thumb swipes over his tip, you quickly move closer to him and line him up with your entrance.

While slowly sinking down to meet his lap again, you gasp and mewl all at the same time, feeling the familiar stretch and welcoming it with everything in you. Rafe watches you as you let your head fall back and his smirk never leaves his lips.

As your hips finally re-meet, Rafe's hands stop on your upper thighs and he leans back while watching you. You stop for a second to take a breath, deciding to give yourself a moment while mentally trying to stop yourself from squirming at how full and stretched you feel with him inside of you

You look down at Rafe watching him as he sits back relaxed and you move your hips forward, almost as if testing your own waters.

You move your hips front and back before actually starting with the up and down movements, and both of your breathings become heavy. Rafe brings his wet hand up to your side and soon palms your chest.

You start moving and all you can hear over the hot tub is your breathing. Rafe watches you as his fingers play with your nipple, pinching it and sometimes pulling at it. Your face changes as pleasure starts to easily take over every other emotion in your body.

"Fuck." Rafe whispers to himself as soon as you go down to meet his hips a little bit more forcefully, just as he tends to make you do it.

His hands go down to your hips once more, watching your boobs bounce with your movements so close to his face, he plants one kiss on each, and his hands move to grip onto your ass.

This time, he does not control or help any of your movements over him, he just sits back and accepts whatever rhythm you want to do as he gets everything by doing nothing.

He brings his hand down and reaches to get to you, his fingers play back and forth beside your clit as if to annoy you while you try and concentrate on your movements, and a small moan escapes your lips as his fingers pinch your clit between them with just enough pressure.

"Rafe," You whisper, gripping onto his shoulder, "Shit-"

Your moans are breathy as he plays with you with his fingers, making him feel how it affects as your walls squeeze around him so sweetly yet so tightly that he almost moans with you.

"Does it feel good, princess?" He asks before leaning forward, "Uhm?"

His mouth re-attaches to your nipple as you nod, licking and even nipping at it as you try to keep your movements steady with your already shaky legs.

Your hands get lost in Rafe's hair, pulling it back so you see his face as he attacks your chest with his mouth. You lean your head back as Rafe's fingers pinch your small nub again, and he smiles against your skin.

But something interrupts you.

"HELLO?!" You hear in the distance, "IS ANYBODY THERE?"

You still your movements, sinking back down onto Rafe's lap and he leans back to look at where you two assume the sound came from. The lights around you are off, but the hot tub has a light on it, making your two figures visible in the distance, but not exactly recognizable.

"I can see you over there!"

You close your eyes as the old man continues to scream over to the two of you and Rafe sighs.

"It's me, Mr. Stone!" He announces, "It's Rafe."

"Rafe?" The man repeats, "What are you doing in the water so late, son?"

"I was bored."

You give Rafe a look and he just shrugs as if saying ‘go with it’. There's a moment of silence that follows it.

"Where's your family?"

"Out on a weekend trip."

You shift a little on Rafe's lap, finding it difficult to sit still for too long as your whole body screams at you to keep going, and Rafe sends you a glare.

"And they left you here?"

"Yes, sir. Just like always.”

"Oh, alright."

You stare at the man in the distance, well, his silhouette, at least, and notice as he is just by the wall next to house’s gates in the distance.

You have met Mr. Stone a few times, and there is no way a man as old as him and with glasses as old as his, can even tell that there are two people in this tub and not just Rafe.

"I'll leave you to your relaxing then." The man says, "I won't bother you no more."

Rafe doesn't answer, but he leans his head against your chest, wrapping his arms around your torso, almost as if giving you a hug as a silent celebration.

"Have a nice night, Mr. Stone!"

"You too, boy, you too."

You smile as the man walks off not even noticing a thing you two were doing and Rafe lifts his gaze over to you.

You take your hands off his hair and lay them over his cheeks before giving him a kiss.

"We almost gave an old man quite an interesting thing to watch." You comment as you pull away from the kiss.

"I know."

His hands come back to your waist as he leans back once more and he forces your hips back up from his lap with a swift move.

You move your hands to his shoulders once more and your movements restart.

You look down at Rafe as pleasure starts bubbling in you two once more over what had been left unfinished minutes ago. Nothing you two can't finish.

I'm starting to notice how I never make them finish anything in these blurbs. Like, I do this without even noticing. Sorry if it's annoying you in any way or something, I truly don't mean to. I just tend to not want to make these blurbs full on imagines with how big they are, you know?

I promise to make a full one next time!

Thank you for requesting, btw!

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[twinklelilstarkey]

could i please request “agreeing to sleep in separate beds but ending up sneaking into each other’s to snuggle” with rafe or mat barzal?

For blurb thursday!

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

"Rafe, what the hell are you doing?" You whisper as soon as you look up from your phone to stare at your shirtless boyfriend walking into your room.

You, like you had planned with your group of friends, are supposed to sleep separately from your boyfriend. You're on a vacation with your friends away from the island, and that same rule had been created due to nobody wanting to have to hear their friends having sex and then look them in the eyes the morning after.

They were rules every couple in the friend group had accepted to follow. If they happen to not do it, they'll have to pay for everyone's lunch on the day after. As simple as that sounds to an outsider, knowing your friends, you prefer to not see Rafe after dinner every day than have a life of debt on your bank account.

"I can't sleep in there." Rafe whispers back at you in a whine.

"Babe, we can't." You tell him with the same tone.

"They will never know."

"Yes, they will."

Rafe ignores your whispers and continues to walk over to the bed. The only light source being the screen of your phone, which is still unlocked and continuously showing you what you were just reading.

You watch him as he walks around your bed, light on his feet, and you hold your hand out at him.

“You can’t, Rafe.”

“Scoot over.”

“No.! You say before locking your phone.

Now, in the complete darkness, you cross your arms over your chest, staring at where Rafe probably is still standing and, you notice how you have absolutely no plan.

At the feeling of one of his hands on your hip and another one on your shoulder, you jump, spooked, and still lost in the darkness, and he pushes you to the end of the twin bed.

“You know that as soon as my friend comes back, she’ll see you, right?” You ask him.

You feel him sit on his side of the bed.

“I don’t care.” He sings his words in a whisper, dragging them as if he’s singing some sort of high note.

“I won’t help you pay for the lunch.”

“That is if we're caught”

Rafe finally lays down and you feel him pull at your pillow so the two of you can share it.

He really knows how to get on your last nerve.

“Rafe, I’m about to fall from the bed.”

“Cuddle with me, then.”

You hesitate, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just after being ignored and not given any sort of thing that you asked for, aka, have him not lay in your bed.

“Is that why you’re here?” You ask him, “To cuddle?”

“Hell yeah.”

You smile at his words and he moves a bit on the bed.

“I’m waiting.” He whispers.

You still don’t lean in.

“Very patiently.” He continues.

Still nothing.

“Still waiting.” He speaks a little louder, this time.

You huff, deciding to ask yourself a big old’ "why not" in your head, and you finally lean in.

You lay your head over Rafe’s naked chest, also bringing one of your arms close to you, and after some adjusting later, you also throw your leg over his hips.

Rafe wraps his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him before he can place a kiss over your forehead as you melt into his familiar warm and secure hold.

You close your eyes, concentrating on the nothingness that surrounds you now and on Rafe’s heartbeat underneath your ear. His hand moves in slow circles on your back and you're a breath away from falling asleep.

The door of the bedroom opens slowly once more and you open your eyes to notice your friend coming back from the bathroom. She’s using the flashlight on her phone so she doesn’t disturb those who are already asleep, so both you and Rafe lay very still as she walks to the bed beside yours.

She’s about to not notice you two until she notices in the corner of her eye how you are occupying more space, than you normally would, in the bed. She turns quickly and both you and Rafe groan at the harsh source of light.

“What the fuck?” She whispers a yell at you.

“It's not my fault.” You tell her.

“What do you mean not your fault?”

She diverts her glare over to Rafe and he simply offers her a cheeky smile, proud of his achievement.

Oh, yeah. Sort of forgot you were dating for a moment.

Your friend lowers the light from your faces and sits down on her bed.

“Just promise that you two won’t have sex.”

“On my lif-”

“We won’t make any promises.” Rafe says over your voice.

Right after he finishes saying that, there's the sound of a loud smack against skin, and then one of Rafe’s groans of pain.

“It was just a joke!” He groans in pain.

I'm not that proud of this, I think it's too simple and not at all that cute and funny as I wanted, but I wrote this at 2am, so bear with me.

Hope you enjoyed it, either way!

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[twinklelilstarkey]

Hi! Obsessed with your blog 😍 Could you write a blurb about how Rafe’s girlfriend sometimes has to wear glasses or she’s out of contacts or something and he actually thinks she looks really hot? I’m new to glasses and I always think other girls look so cute with glasses but I’m all insecure because I feel like my glasses look too big on me and I look nerdy 🙃 Thank you ❤️

For blurb thursday! Baby, I am 100% sure that you look either (1) adorable or (2) hot as hell with those glasses. There's no in-between, it's just the law. (I also felt the same way with mine, and still do, so I only use them for classes at college).

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You have been sitting on Rafe's bed, studying and staring down at your history books for the past hour or so. Fortunately, today, you're actually being able to focus extremely well, and you even feel like you're not struggling, unlike yesterday. From noting to highlighting important sentences, you're not having any problems.

But Rafe, on the other hand... Well, he's not really studying, is he? He was studying, maybe, 50 minutes ago when you just walked inside the room. But now, he has just been staring at you for this past hour.

You've noticed it. It's quite hard not to when you have a hyperactive boyfriend sit still in a chair not too far from you and face you the whole time.

Also, Rafe isn't one to hide or be discreet about anything, so he isn't even trying.

You have told him a few times to go back to studying since your test will be tomorrow, and all he did with all those times was turn back to face the desk, stare at his book for 30 seconds, let out a long groan, lean his head back on the chair and then turn his head back to you.

And, no, after the 4th time he did it, he still hasn't changed any of his movements in that dramatic way of getting caught.

"Rafe..." You sigh before putting down your pencil, having had enough, "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing."

He shrugs as you stare at him and even forces a frown.

"Then why are you staring?" You ask him.

"You look hot."

You scowl at his words, closing your eyes to shake your head in disbelief. Is this really the type of person that you get to deal with on a day before a very important test?

"With the glasses." He adds as you reopen your eyes.

"Babe, you've seen me with glasses more than a thousand times." You tell him, and he has a grin over his lips.

"I knooow." He drags on the word, "And you look too fucking hot every single time."

You bite your laughter in, not wanting it to escape in a moment like this where you're putting your toughest act on, and a slight deep exhale escapes your mouth.

"Are you trying to say that you don't find me hot without them?"

Rafe, taken back by your question, loses his smile and sits up straight in his chair before turning to face you completely.

"No-o-no!" He stutters worryingly, "Babe, that's not what I meant to say."

A bright smile grows on your face, as you watch your boyfriend lose his whole I'm-all-tough sort of act and become a stuttering mess when being confronted.

"Rafe, just go back to studying." You say with a smile, noticing that he also only understood now that you were joking, "For god's sake."

You're sitting in the center of the bed, sitting with a leg under your ass while the other is left outstretched, and that’s when he stands up abruptly from his chair

"We have a test tomorrow." You tell him as you hold your hand up towards him to keep him and his smirking self away, "Get away!"

"Just a little break, come on." He says continuing to get closer.

"No." You say yet your smile comes back right away, "Rafe, stop!"

Rafe, also smiling down at you, takes a hold of your ankle and pulls it towards him before you could even fight back. You fall back onto the covers and are pulled to the end of the bed, which is where he stands.

Rafe, with a hold on both of your legs, separates them so he can stand between them and leans to hover over you. Your hands hold onto his cheeks, using them to try and keep a distance between you.

"Just a tiny little break." He whispers, turning his head and pressing a kiss into your palm. "We've studied for a whole hour."

"I've studied for a whole hour," You say with a chuckle, "You read 2 pages."

"Alright, fair." He presses a kiss on your other hand, "Can I at least reward you for your hard work?"

He smiles against your hand as you exhale out a laugh.

"Depends on what you’re planning on doing." You ask playfully.

With the help of his hands, he takes hold of your wrists and pulls them away from his face, laying them over your head. He lays a soft kiss over your lips and another one over your jaw before he pulls back to look into your eyes.

"Open your legs a little bit more and you'll find out."

I made this smutty ending out of nowhere, so sorry if you wanted this to just be pure fluff. Hope you enjoyed it, either way!

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Will start posting the blurbs for blurb Thursday in a few. I will only post 2 (per day) with the ___ x reader hashtag just so I won’t clog the tag for anyone.

I will be using the tag #Rita's Blurb Thursday either way ❤️❤️

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