mistletoe - rafe cameron x fem!reader

you find yourself in the hallway near the kitchen, the party noise muffled behind you. the scent of pine and cinnamon lingers in the air, and you glance up to admire the elegant decorations. that’s when you see it—the mistletoe hanging above you.

“you know the rule, right?”

his voice startles you, smooth and deep, sending a shiver down your spine. you turn and there he is, leaning against the doorframe, a sly grin playing on his lips.

“rafe,” you murmur, heat blooming in your cheeks. you glance up at the mistletoe, then back at him. “you planned this, didn’t you?”

he steps closer, closing the distance between you. his cologne wraps around you like a warm embrace. “maybe,” he admits, his hands finding your waist. “but i couldn’t risk anyone else stealing my kiss.”

your breath hitches as his fingers trail lightly up your sides, pulling you closer. the world outside this moment fades away—the distant laughter, the holiday music, the clinking of glasses—all of it drowned out by his gaze.

“you know you’re stunning, right?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “it’s not fair to the rest of us.”

you let out a soft laugh, your hands resting against his chest. “you’re ridiculous.”

“maybe,” he says again, this time with a smirk. “but you like it. i know you do.”

before you can respond, his lips find yours, slow and passionate. his kiss is possessive yet tender. his hands slide into your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss.

when he pulls away, you’re breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his thumb tracing your jawline. “merry christmas, baby,” he whispers, his voice thick with affection.

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heart-shaped box - rafe cameron x fem!reader

the soft, night breeze sent a chill up your spine, raising goosebumps on your arms. you shiver, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie further down, the fabric thick and warm, but it can’t push away the feeling that something’s wrong. the night is unusually quiet around tannyhill. the only sound is the occasional creak of the porch as it groans beneath the weight of the house settling, like a sigh too heavy to escape.

you begin to walk up the steps to rafe’s house, heading towards his front door. the porch light is flickering, casting long shadows over the yard; you make a mental note to let rafe know. silence fills the air thickly, making it hard to breath. something feels off. you should probably turn back, but then your eyes lock onto the truck. biting your cheek, you contemplate investigating it. with a sigh, you strut towards the dark, looming truck.

oh, professor - professor!rafe x student!fem!reader

you sit in the dimly lit library. your leg bouncing up and down under the wooden table. it was late— too late for a tutoring lesson, especially one with your professor.

rafe, your professor, sat across from you. his presence was both distracting and irritating. you hate the way his eyes pierce through you, reading every thought you tried to conceal. he is only seven years older, but he wore his authority with a confidence that made your blood boil.

“if you actually paid attention, you would understand the material, y/n.” rafe says, his voice teasing and raspy. you shoot him a glare, your arms crossed over your body.

ice skating - jack hughes x fem!reader

“just focus on me, don’t look down.” jack chuckled, his hands holding yours as he led you farther out onto the ice. you squeal as you are no longer being supported by the boards of the rink.

“jack, jack, jack!” you whine, closing your eyes completely. “i can’t do this. i’m being serious!”

he laughs at your agony, you clutch onto his hands for dear life as he drags you around slowly. “come on, it’s not that bad. trust me, i won’t let you fall.”

“said every person ever right before someone fell on their face.” you raise your eyebrows, finally opening your eyes.

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jack hughes’s secret relationship with the devils’ social media manager

• A/N: i love head-canons and writings like this and i love the hockey player x media!manager trope!!

otherworldly - tate langdon x fem!reader

it was so enticing to confess every single emotion tate had ever felt for you in that exact moment. every tear shed, every blushed cheek, every breath you’d taken away from him; everything.

the joint sat between your slim fingers as you spun around to the sweet sounds of kurt cobain. a toothy grin tugged at your lips as you danced in your backyard, only the moonlight illuminating your figure. your eyes were closed but you could feel his warm gaze on you.

“going to join me, stalker boy?” you ask with a giggle, holding your hand out to him. he blushed, shaking his head no.

holiday shopping - rafe cameron x fem!reader

the two of you are barely through the entrance of the mall when you grab rafe’s hand, steering him towards a row of holiday-lit stores.

“can we go in there, please?” you ask, staring up at rafe with those doe innocent eyes.

he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “we can do whatever you want, but you’re not lifting a finger. got it?” if he was spoiling you today, he was going to do it right.

you give him a look, raising your eyebrows. “honey, i can pay for things myself. you don’t have to-” his finger covers your lips as he shushes you.

“don’t want to hear it. i don’t just do this for anyone, baby.” he’s teasing, but there’s something serious in his gaze, too, something that makes your heart skip. for the rest of the day he doesn’t let you lift a single bag, nor a credit card that isn’t his.

by the time you’re on your way out of the store, he’s juggling an armful of your new things with a satisfied smile on his face.

you can’t help but giggle as he struggles with the weight of the bags. “need some help there?” you offer, reaching out.

he smirks, shifting the bags to one side before you can grab them. “nice try.” he pulls you closer as you walk. “but i’ve got it.”

you stare at rafe, the boy who’s usually masked by a stressful and tough facade, as he carries girlie, holiday decorated bags for you.

holly jolly november

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HOCKEY MASTERLIST ~

AMERICAN HOROR STORY ~

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HUNGER GAMES ~

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SO IT GOES | JACK HUGHES

nora’s bday celly | jack hughes x fem! reader

summary: in which you always end up in jack’s bed at the end of the night. (2.5k words)

warnings: SMUT, p in v, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, swearing

authors note: i’ve only written one other smut fic, so i apologize if this is terrible. enjoy reading ;)

he was convinced that your intention was to kill him. why else would you appear at the off-season party wearing the smallest all-black two-piece outfit?

upon entering the rooftop bar, you made a beeline directly for the bar counter, showing no signs of hesitation as you breezed passed the brunette boy. the smell of your perfume as you strutted by him was intoxicating. jack actually found himself taking deeper breaths, desperate to catch your scent.