Red And Blue

this has become my absolute favorite app lately and i eat up every single fic ever, smau specially have me on a chokehold!! enough that i’ve been waiting to maybe kinda try do my own.

do you guys have any tips for them? what apps are easier? what do you wish you knew sooner when it comes to setting up? what are some no-nos when it comes to a smau? tell me everything and hopefully talk me out of it because i feel like i will SUCK🐙

and to all my fav writers that i usually stalk every single day, i love you guys thank you for giving me a will to live👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

context: waking up alone in Rafe’s bed after hooking up the night before (female pogue reader)

warnings: a little nsfw so minors dni

character: Rafe Cameron from outer banks

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Your 3D does not define you the 4D is what defines you

Everything you “desire” is already here

You already created your success story

Nobody has freewill in your reality

You’ve been manifesting since you were born

Pure consciousness is not hard to induce

You’re doing everything right

Its okay

You’re okay

Manifestation is never not working

Time does not exist in manifestation its always instantaneous

You will not fail

Failure doesn’t exist

You’re the key

Just by reading this you manifested everything already

Dust yourself off and wipe your tears, you aren’t living the old story anymore, i’m proud of you for manifesting everything so instantly today!!

say it with me, fluff and angst deserves just as much love as smut!!!!

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Synopsis ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

The new teaching assistant is too hot for his own good, distracting most of the girls in your class.You're not too bothered by him, he's just another pretty face- until you get pulled by him for failing the class. It's every girls wet dream, getting taught by the hot new teacher- and you find yourself slowly falling into a sickly sweet situation.

Warnings ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

Age gap, inappropriate touching, arguments, angst, eventual smut, obsession, hidden relationship, public sex.

Word count ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

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Tobey Brown is not a gentleman. You learn this more than once, all reasons congregating into one big fat turn off. Firstly, he’s late. By an hour. You’re sat waiting in your living room, no text, no call- and you think you’ve been stood up. You’re about to get changed again when your phone buzzes on your dresser, a text from the man of the hour saying here here. Secondly, he doesn’t apologise. For anything. For being late, for not texting. Thirdly, he eats like a pig.

The restaurant you’re in is fancy, flowers in a vase and candles lit on the table. You’ve opted for a glass of red wine, as well as a salmon plate that Tobey promised he’d pay for. He chose the greasiest burger on the menu, two sides of fries and a beer you’ve never heard of- and he did not hold back on eating like a famished child.

Despite all the above- you had to give it to him. He was very good at conversation and had a charming smile. You take a bite of your salmon, relishing in the flavour as you observe Tobey stuff his face before his eyes meet your own, and he smiles.

“How’s your food?” He asks and you nod, picking up some asparagus with your fork. “It’s really good, very flavourful. Yours?”

“Fucking wonderful, you should try some,” he holds the burger in your direction and you shake your head, picking at some more food on your own plate.

“Your loss,” he shrugs, taking another bite. You fall into silence, finishing your food before Tobey pays for the both of you, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you walk out of the restaurant and towards his car.

He opens the door for you, allowing you to slide in and shut the door behind you. He clambers into the drivers side and starts the car, back towards your apartment.

“So, what’s up with you and Rafe?” The question shocks you, snapping your head towards Tobey. He looks between you and the road every few seconds, face stoic as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“Nothing- why would you even think that?” He shrugs, taking a left onto a busier road. It’s dark in the car but you can still see the question lingering on his facial features.

“You two just look at each other with fuck me eyes,” he says, looking over again. You scoff under your breath, looking out of the window. Reason number four: he has no filter.

“I don’t know about him but I certainly do not give our teacher fuck me eyes.” You respond, grabbing your purse as he pulls up outside your estate. You know he’s going to ask you if you’ve had fun, and you’re really going to struggle holding your tongue.

This was a mistake. Tobey would make a great friend, or maybe a friends boyfriend that you speak to occasionally- but you did not want to see him again. Ever, really.

He puts the car in park and turns towards you, clearing his throat. “I uh, had fun tonight.”

You give him a tight lipped smile, nodding your head. “Me too,” it comes out more forced than you would like, and you wince, gripping your purse tighter.

“Okay, goodnight!” He says, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek. It leaves a little wet patch where his lips were and you cringe internally, wishing him goodnight too before getting out of his car. You scan your card and open the sidewalk gate, glancing over your shoulder to see him already turning around on the other side of the gate.

Such a gentleman.

It takes you five minutes to reach your apartment, and when you do, there’s a figure sat on your front step. Broad shoulders, buzzed head.

Fucking Rafe Cameron. He’s holding both his hands in his lap, staring down at them until he hears the click of your heels on the sidewalk and he looks up, quickly standing as you walk up the path to your door.

You don’t address him, shoving your key in the lock and opening your door. You go to close it, until his hand stops it, leaning down to look at you.

“Can I talk to you, please?” He all but begs, leaving in the doorway so you can’t shut it. You want to roll your eyes, pressing your lips together.

“No. Go away,” you go to close the door again but he’s just too strong, barely budging as you try your hardest. You see a glimmer of a smirk etch on his lips before it disappears again, scratching the back of his head.

“Please, five minutes. Then I’m gone,” he whispers, and you contemplate it. You don’t know how long he’s been sat there, or how he even got in- like when he left the flowers the other day. Five minutes of your time with Rafe seemed a lot more promising than whatever you had just had with Tobey, and you sigh. You couldn’t think of what he could possibly tell you that would make the situation any better.

“Five minutes and then you go back where you came from,” you announce, opening the door to let him inside. He nods and steps into your home, taking his shoes off at the door as you shut it. You let him follow you into the kitchen, standing at the sink as you fill up a glass of water. He drums his hands on the other side of the island, keeping his distance.

“You’ve got a nice apartment,” he mumbles, and you turn, eyebrow raised. “Four minutes.”

You lean against the island, waiting for him to say anything. He doesn’t. He looks down at you, eyes trying to find your soul, you’re sure.

It makes you shiver, but you refuse to fall under his spell again.

“Three minutes,” you say, checking your phone.

“Whatever you saw wasn’t what you saw,” he begins. “She came to the classroom with a letter from her father about her grades and I was laughing because she tried to buy grades from me,” he huffs, spitting out the words so fast you’re surprised you understood them.

“When she pushed my shoulder I told her to leave but she wasn’t having it. Nothing happened, I promise.” You take a sip of water, letting the information sink in. You nod, slowly. That doesn’t surprise you, considering it’s Kendra that he’s on about.

“Okay. Still doesn’t change what I said,” you respond, placing your glass on the side. He groans, and you can feel the exasperation in his tone.

“Look- I didn’t want her to be there okay, she just wouldn’t leave.”

Rafe’s knuckles are turning white where he’s gripping the counter top. “But that doesn’t matter, Rafe, because I’m not your girlfriend or anything along those lines. She can come and go as she pleases.”

He runs a hand down his face, eyes meeting your own again. “I don’t want her to come and go, I want you.”

Silence. You’re not sure what to say, throat closing. He rounds the island, closer than ever, and you can feel your resolve crumbling. You’re quickly losing a fight with yourself. He’s doing it again, being so- Him, turning you mushy and stupid and not able to form a thought.

His hands come up to your shoulders, closing the distance between you. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you since that kiss,” his hand grasps your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I know what it looked like, but it wasn’t that. She doesn’t matter to me.” The way he’s speaking to you sounds like he’s in love with you, and it’s so overwhelming. Your head is spinning and you pull out of his grasp, stumbling away. Your legs carry you to your bedroom door, opening it and taking a seat on your bed.

You can hear Rafe’s footsteps padding towards the door. Your mind is jumbled, not quite understanding what’s happening. You can’t wrap your brain around any thoughts. All you’d done is kiss the man. He couldn’t be this serious.

Rafe kneels in front of you. “You okay?” He asks, placing his hands on your knees. The touch burns, contrasting against the icy thickness everywhere else on your body.

You reach up a hand, rubbing your eye. “I’m not sure. Confused.” He nods, taking a seat next to you. It’s silent, giving you time to rearrange your head, when Rafe speaks again.

“Why were you at campus that night?” You’re staring at the wall, trying to find the best answer. I was coming to fuck you doesnt sound so great, you think- but then neither does anything else you try.

“I uh- I was coming to see you,” he laughs, shaking the bed beneath you slightly. “Yeah? What for?” There’s no more seriousness or heaviness in his tone and you’re thankful.

“Uni work,” you lie, hoping he believes it. He scoffs, folding his hands down in his lap. “And what about today? Where were you?”

You skim your eyes over to him, his gaze heavy down on you. “I was on a date,” he stiffens. You can feel it, through the bed, the way his body almost freezes.

“That’s- cool. Who with?” He asks. You can’t quite believe the audacity of the way he’s asking questions, like you owe him your entire life. You’ve kissed him once.

Once.

“Tobey, if you must know,” his jaw clenches, you can see from the corner of your eye. He stands, walking over to your dresser, picking up a picture of you and Molly. It’s like he’s trying to distract himself, the silence lingering over the both of you as you think of something to say.

Do you tell him to leave? Tell him that you’re not into whatever’s going on? You know you don’t want either.

“Was it good?” He asks, suddenly. You observe as he drums his fingers on the top of the dresser, turning to look at you. He looks angry.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Rafe.” His jaw ticks.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad,” his tone has changed, face stone like as he looks around your room. Your phone buzzes on the bed, a text from Tobey himself, asking if he can take you on another date. You can see Rafe also looking down at your phone.

“He’s not a good kid,” he says, clicking his tongue. You ponder about responding to Tobey to piss him off, but with the way Rafe is looking at you right now, he could murder you. You think. And it scares you.

“You’re not much better,” you bite back, huffing and standing. You want him to leave now. You walk over to the door, about to reach for the handle to open it, when you’re pushed up against the door.

Rafe’s lips are on your own, clashing against you as you fight desperately not to give in. There’s just a way that he gets you, within a matter of seconds, like the last time you kissed- where you wanted more. And you’re feeling that now. More than ever.

It’s so erotic, the way he’s pressing all into you, kissing you- and you finally kiss back. He smirks into the kiss, hand coming up to wrap around your neck as his lips ghost up to your ear.

“I’ll show you I’m better,” he kisses you again, hands working on pushing your leather jacket down your shoulders. You wrap your arms around his neck, sighing as he moves his kisses down your neck where he can reach further without the jacket in the way.

“Don’t need anybody else when I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispers, plucking a strap of your corset off your shoulder and letting it fall down your arm.

“Rafe,” you sigh. “This is wrong,” you’re slowly finding your conscience, grasping onto reality about how wrong the situation is again- but Rafe just laughs.

“Bit late for that, sweetheart. Should’ve thought about that before you turned up in these outfits to my classes,” his voice is gruff and he presses inbetween your legs, hands wrapping around the backs of your thighs. He taps and you don’t protest, jumping slightly to allow him to lift you up. You can feel all of him at once and you gasp, head lolling to the side.

He’s right, you think. You’re way past the realm of reason. There is truly no going back. Rafe is staring into your eyes, like he’s waiting for what you say next, lips swollen. You can tell he’s trying so hard not to grind into you- to do anything, and it makes you swell.

“Fuck it,” you say, leaning forward and knocking your lips to his own again. He groans, lifting you from the door as he no longer holds back. He drops you onto your bed, slotting inbetween your legs, wasting no time. You’re moaning as he grinds down on you, kissing down your neck, pushing your other corset strap down and freeing your boobs from the tight material.

One of his hands reaches up and grabs a handful as his lips wrap around the other and you whine out, arching into his thrusts. Rafe groans again, swapping sides on your chest. His other hand reaches down between you, bunching your skirt up your waist and grabbing at the edge of your tights, almost yanking them down your legs.

He breaks away from your boobs, grinning as he slides down the bed.

“Fuck me, all this for me?” He questions, looking down at your panties. They’re soft pink lace, currently soaked with your arousal. He traces the pad of his thumb over the top of you and you jolt, leaning up on your arms to watch him. He’s painfully grinding against the edge of the bed as his eyes meet your own.

“Please, can I?” He asks and you nod, faster than you think you ever have. He grins again, thumb reaching to the edge of your panties and pushing them to the side. It’s lewd as he uses two fingers to spread you open, observing everything.

“Please, Rafe- touch me,” you all but beg, desperate for him to do anything. You wonder if you’re dreaming, with his unreal this feels- but then he sinks a finger into your hole and you know you’re wide awake. So, so wide awake.

You moan, his pace slow as he watches his finger sink in and out of you. “You’re a fucking dream,” he mumbles, eyes glazed over. You push your hips forward, trying to make him move faster, his other hand coming up to hold your hips.

“Not so fast, I’m enjoying this,” he says, grinning as you still try move anyway. He sinks another finger in and you moan at the stretch, hips stuttering under his hand.

“Shit, please Rafe, please,” you moan out, his pace slowing to a stop. Rafe is smirking over at you, eyes hooded, knuckle deep in you. “What do you want?” He asks, humour in his tone.

You breathe deeply, trying to move your hips again. “Please Rafe, please,”

“I’m not quite understanding, what do you want?” He asks again and you groan. “Please fuck me rafe, please,”

He grins. “I love that you’re not cocky anymore, sweetheart. Begging looks good on you.” His fingers are moving faster now, faster than you’d expected, and it shocks you. He reaches so deep, curling his fingers at the right place to make you fall back onto the bed. You can hear him rutting his hips against the bed but you don’t care, chasing your own high on his fingers.

“Such a good girl, look at you.” You hear him say, but you’re too focused and far away to actually respond. You hear him chuckle, a third finger prodding at your entrance. “Let me in, cmon, relax,” he mumbles and you do, feeling the burn and stretch from a third finger.

You feel so full, so close to the edge. Your hands grasp your sheets, whimper after whimper slipping out of your mouth. He curls his fingers in a certain spot and you cry out. “I’m gonna cum,” it’s almost a scream as Rafe shushes you, speeding up his fingers.

You finally fall off the edge, gasping and moaning as Rafe stills his hips against the bed, fingers slowing to match your clenching around them.

You finally relax, clouds at the edge of your vision.

“Fuck me,” you whisper and you hear him chuckle again, pushing your panties back to the side. You eventually sit up, leaning back on your palms.

“You were right,” you say, watching as he shuffles his pants. You don’t mention the wet spot on them.

“Oh yeah, about what?”

“You’re better,” he smiles at you, opening the bedroom door. You wonder where he’s going, why he isn’t staying- but then you remember. You just got fingered by your teacher, and he probably didn’t want to be anywhere near you.

“I’ll uh- let you out,” you awkwardly skim around him, pulling your skirt back down the hallway to the front door. Rafe’s hand captures your shoulder and he spins you around, his lips meeting your own. He kisses you for a second, before pulling back and looking at you.

“I wanna see you again.”

Notes ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

Uhhhhhh hello it’s getting hot n heavy in here 🫣 more smut and more drama to come !!!

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Texts with rafe cameron!!!

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𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗓𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀)

a/n: and then they all lowkey probably kiss 🤞🏻

let my hubby out of the house for once!!

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