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#Rafe x Nurse!Reader
suncoved · 7 months
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STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! — RAFE CAMERON
pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)
warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk
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to say you were bored was an understatement.
it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember
you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.
it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.
but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.
you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you weren’t dating.
but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.
so why didn’t that rule go both ways?
with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.
you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.
“hey! you there princess?” a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.
“yeah, jj. right here” you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.
“thought we lost you there for a bit princess? what’d you doing standing here all alone?” jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.
“just people watching, the usual. where’s kie?” you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.
“around here somewhere i hope. gonna’ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to steal” you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.
you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.
“have a nice night j. drive safe!” you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.
with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.
you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.
you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.
god, you couldn’t even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldn’t care?
you didn’t know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.
right?
you didn’t have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.
an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.
you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.
“hey jj!” you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. “you think you could give me a ride home?”
it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.
his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.
and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.
he knew you wouldn’t go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.
he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.
his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.
he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if it’s not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesn’t interact with anyone but you or his friends.
“i-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always does”
rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. “was she alone?”
“n-no. she was with that jj guy and his friends” your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.
it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.
it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.
rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.
he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.
he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.
he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.
his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.
the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.
he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.
you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.
you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.
but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.
"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.
"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.
you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"
you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"
"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.
"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.
"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.
"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.
"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.
"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.
rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?
"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.
"that i love you, you idiot!"
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sunraies · 8 months
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Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that she’s not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that she’s sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while he’s with The boys and she’s in her pj’s telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times 🥹
Sleepy baby
As requested above
Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.
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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.
You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.
Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.
At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.
But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.
You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.
Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.
The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.
"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.
"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.
"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.
All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.
"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.
"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"
Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.
Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby 😍 💍'
He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.
"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"
If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.
What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.
He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.
"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.
"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them
"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.
"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"
You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.
"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.
"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.
"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.
"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.
He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby 😍💍 - I really do love you ❤️😘'
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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 months
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Firsts
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pairings - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
summary - Rafe was always there for your firsts.
warnings - drinking, drugs, language, fem receiving oral. (18+)
An/ I have other fics I should be finishing but this came to me this morning and I needed to write it!
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Rafe Cameron.
Rafe Cameron was your first everything.
First friend, first girl boy hug, first kiss, first touch, first time, you hadn’t expected him to be your first heartbreak though.
Having been friends with him the moment your eyes landed on the quiet boy who sat on the browning grass, staring out at the kids playing. You can still remember the slight scowl on his chubby little face, you took it upon yourself to be friends with him.
Surprisingly he wanted to be your friend just as much as you wanted to be his, from that moment on the two of you were inseparable. It helped that you moved in next door to him, your parents becoming fast friends.
Throwback to the ripe age of 18, the night he broke your heart. You weren’t together, you were just best friends. Best friends that shared each other's firsts and seconds and so on. Neither of you put a label on the love you shared.
You wished you had though, the moment your eyes landed on his hands laced through Rebecca Jones’s tiny delicate hand, you knew that was the end.
He didn’t greet you that night, didn’t pull you into his famous bone crushing hug or whisper about how annoying everyone was. Instead he ignored you, Rebecca and his friends followed behind him as though he was royalty.
He wore a frightening smirk on his face the whole night, shoved at JJ Maybank who was hired as wait staff along with a fair few other pogues. Made a scene and called them names, at one point his father even had to get involved.
You felt sick to your stomach at the sight of the man in front of you, no longer the person you wanted to share your firsts with.
Fast forward to 21, you haven't spoken to him in three years. You couldn’t deny you missed him deeply, his picture still hung from the thin string lining your bedroom wall. But it was only one photo compared to the 300 you had tucked under your bed along with other memories.
It was your birthday, your eyes skimmed the people in the garden setting up for your party. Your eyes shooting to the silk black dress that hung in the doorway of your ensuite, darting your eyes back over the lawn and up at the tall house beside yours.
Your eyes search for a glimpse of Rafe but no life was found in the windows or the balcony. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed yourself to stand. You didn’t have much time to get ready, your friends would be here soon and would want to start drinking the moment they stepped into your room.
45 minutes later you found yourself on the back porch, nursing a pornstar martini that your friend Elle had made. People had started to arrive and the sun had begun to set, your eyes searching through the sea of people for Rafe. You knew he wouldn’t show, even though at the age of 12 he promised to throw you the biggest 21st, just like the people on tv.
“Hey!”
You jumped slightly in your seat at the brazen voice, eyes landing on your friends who stared at you with worry. “What?” You questioned, grabbing a napkin you dabbed at the liquid that ran down your chest.
“I said, Barry is waiting for you by the side gate”.
All you do is nod and stand, Elle passes you the envelope of cash and keeps her eyes on the people around her. Tucking the folded up envelope in your bra, you make your way to the side of the house.
The music is loud and everyone is having a good time, your parents have gone out for the weekend to give you some space. Your friends had decided they wanted to buy something stronger than weed but were too scared of Barry to organize it themselves, but you apparently had no fear these days.
“Princess”
You knew you made a mistake instantly, Barry lent against the fence in a wife beater and ratty shorts. Smoke surrounded his face, stepping out of the dark he stopped in front of you.
You stood at the same height as him, if you had opted for heels you would have towered over him. “That dress looks good on you”.
“Here’s your money”
He cocked his head and kissed his teeth, eyes roaming your body unashamedly. You take a step back but he’s quick to step forward, gripping your wrist that held the envelope. “How about I give you something that’ll blow your mind but you pay a different way”
You shook your head instantly, you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, the way his eyes darkened at the sight of you. “No I don’t think so… take the cash”
A throaty laugh escapes his lips and he tugs you towards him, your palm smacks his chest to keep you from falling into him further. You can smell the cigarette on his breath, scrunching your nose up when his lips ghost your cheek. “How about you get on your knees and put that pretty little mouth to good use”.
You tug on your wrist but his grip tightens, slipping his tongue out to wet his lips. “I have the cash, please just take the cash”.
His palm meets your shoulder, he uses all his strength to push your body to the floor and your knees hit the gravel. “Barry” you grit, your clenched fist meets his stomach and he doubles over in pain. “You bitch!”.
He coughs loudly and the little baggie falls to the floor, you're quick to grab it and jump up, throwing the envelope to his feet you step back but meet a hard wall. “Do we have a problem?”
All words that sat on the tip of your tongue vanished at the sight of Rafe, his eyes are hard and pointed at Barry. “I have the cash to pay him” your voice is just above a whisper, the skin of your bicep tingles at the feeling of Rafe’s fingers gripping tightly. “I don’t want the cash.. I want her on her knees” Barry growls, he stands up straight and steps towards you again. Pressing your back firmly against Rafe’s chest, he’s quick to pull you behind him. “She’s with me Barry”
“Oh shit man… I didn’t know she was yours!”
“She’s mine”
The goosebumps are back and butterflies swarm your belly, you zone out for what feels like a second but when you come back down to reality, Rafe is ushering you away from the scene, eyes cocking to see Barry hopping on his bike and the envelope you had for him inside his back pocket.
“I didn’t need your help”
You're not sure why you even said that, of course you needed help. There was no way you were leaving with anything unless you sucked Barry off. Rafe ignores you, pushing you forward by your lower back until you're back with your friends. Your fingers tighten around the baggie, hiding it from Rafe’s eyes.
You didn’t care that he knew you were buying drugs, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him snort lines at every party. It just felt strange, your first time doing something harder then weed wasn’t with him.
All your friends' eyes are on the two of you, mouths opened in shock. Before anyone can say anything he’s walking away, slipping into the crowd of people and disappearing. “What just happened?”
“Let’s get high”
The four of you lock yourself in the bathroom, opening the small baggie you pour the contents into your palm. “Did he say what it was?”
You shook your head, placing a small pill on the tip of your tongue. Each of their eyes watch as you swallow, holding out your palm for them to grab.
“I’m scared… I feel like we shouldn’t trust what he gives us”
“It’s fine, if it had been anything bad he would have told Rafe.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do Elle.. take the damn pill”
Each of them grab a pill and swallow, you put the rest back into the bag and hide it under the toilet sink inside your tampon box.
You're out the door before any of them can stop you, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the bench and heading back outside. Your feet take you further into the party, looking for Rafe. You hadn’t expected him to show up, your parents made you invite him since it would have been rude to throw a party next door without inviting your oldest friend.
You spot Rafe instantly, sipping on a beer and leaning against a pole. Topper and Kelce stand beside him as the two of them chat, Rafe’s eyes meet you for a brief moment before turning away from you.
Anger bubbles in your chest, storming back through the party. The bottle of champagne now half empty by the time you make it to your bathroom, the anger fuels the stupidity in your brain.
Grabbing the pills from the tampon box you take another, wanting the effects of the drug to hit you faster. But by the time you’ve taken the last step of the patio you're swaying, throwing your arms out to brace yourself. “Shit” you laugh, the empty bottle of champagne hitting the grass with a thud.
“Come dance!” Elle shouted, her tiny arms waving above her head. With wobbly legs you make your way to your friends, dancing wildly with them until a hot body comes up behind you and circles their arm around your waist, pressing you firmly to their crotch. “Hey”
You let the person dance against you, hands wandering your thighs and your stomach. The fingers of the stranger behind you brushes the underneath of your breasts before groping a handful, your mouth parts just a tiny bit and your ass presses firmer against him.
“What the fuck?”
Spinning on the spot at the loss of warmth behind you, the guy who had been dancing with you was on the floor. Rafe towered over you once again, his fingers grip your bicep and he’s pulling you away from the party. You notice no one watches the two of you, music drowning out any chatter around them.
“Rafe! What the hell is your problem!” You growl, wriggling in his grip only causing further pain to your arm. You give up rather quickly and let him drag you back into the house, pushing you through the door of the downstairs bathroom and closing the door behind him.
You press up against the bathroom sink and cross your arms, your eyes drift up and down his body. You can hear the harsh breaths Rafe was letting out, his forehead creased in anger. “I haven’t spoken to you in 3 years… you can’t just show up and manhandle me”.
His eyes meet yours finally and he takes a step closer, not close enough for you to touch him though. His cologne invades your nostrils and your cheeks heat from the memories of his hands on your body. “If you're not going to talk I’m leaving… it’s my birthday”.
His eyes finally drop from your eyes and he takes in your body, starting at your sneakers, drinking in the sight of your slender long legs, stopping for a tad longer on your breasts and then back up to your eyes.
You can hear your heartbeat in your ear, Goosebumps litter your skin and you have to brace yourself against the vanity table, legs wobbling from his gaze. “Happy birthday”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your shoulders relax at the sound of his voice. A voice you hadn’t heard up close in so long, a voice you dreamt about every night. “Thanks”.
The both of you are silent again, the sound of the party behind the door grows louder as the drugs start to lose their effect. “You look nice”
“Thanks”
He takes a step closer again, the toes of his shoes meet yours. The two of you look down briefly and then back at each other, you can smell the scotch on his breath, it's intoxicating.
“Rafe” your fingers touch his bicep softly, electricity flows through the tips of your fingers all the way to your heart. “I’ve missed you” he whispers seconds before his lips are on yours, all the memories you share together hit you like a tidal wave. Your knees buckle but he’s quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to his chest.
“Missed you so much” he grunts, lips peppering kisses against yours. Down your jaw until they meet the base of your throat and he sucks hard, a soft whine escapes your parted lips. “Fuck”.
He grips your hips and drops you on the vanity table, pushing himself between your parted thighs, the heels of your shoes press firmly against his backside, pulling him closer to you. “You taste so fucking good”.
“Fuck Rafe… just like that” you whine, his hips roll against yours. His fingers grope and massage the skin of your thigh, pushing up the length of your dress to expose your nude thong. Your arousal soaks the front of your panties, your knees try to lock together in embarrassment but his thick frame holds them out. “I still make you as wet as I did 3 years ago” he groans, with one swift movement he’s ripped them at the crotch. Your pretty wet pussy exposed to his hungry eyes, his large hands tug you closer to the edge of the sink, dropping to his knees in front of you.
The sight has you clenching around nothing, arousal weeping from your needy hole. He places your feet on his shoulders and situates himself between your thighs. “Be a good girl for me y/n… let me eat your pussy for your birthday”
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod frantically, the tip of his nose brushes your delicate clit. Your hips jut up to his face, a wicked smile paints itself on his lips. His tongue drops out slowly, the sight of the wet muscle has you whining. “Happy birthday sweetheart”
His hot tongue glides between your folds, your head falling back against the mirror in pure delight. “Oh fuck” you cried, pressing the balls of your feet into his shoulders. His hands grip the outside of your thighs, pulling your legs further apart until he can see your cunt in all its glory, glistening from your arousal. He could see your inner muscles clenching at the sight of him watching you. “Please Rafe” you begged, his lips dropped back to your pussy. Sucking and licking your overly sensitive nub, two of his fingers slip between your opening. Your back arching as he tapped at your g spot, you're sure you can see stars as he works himself on your pussy. “Sweet Jesus… Rafe! Yes yes yes”
The grunt of his approval vibrates against your clit, grinding your hips into his face. Your arousal coats his lower half, nose red from pressing himself so deep into your cunt. “I’m close! Rafe… right there! Holy shittt” your screams can be heard outside the bathroom door, the grip on your thighs are tight as he holds you close to him. You ride out your high, a thin layer sweat coats your chest and forehead. The back of your head hurts from the brutal force of you pushing against the mirror to steady yourself, you watch in silence as Rafe pulls away from you. Just as you open your mouth there are loud bangs on the bathroom door.
“Rafe! Man! Rafe quick Rebecca is outside looking for you!”
He’s out the door in seconds, leaving you alone and feeling dirty. Pressing your thighs closed you let out a silent sob, tears stream your face as you clean yourself up and throw away the ripped panties.
You take a few moments to calm down and slap some sense into yourself, you should have known Rafe was still seeing her. You should have told him to leave the moment he turned up, he was the Rafe you knew.
You exit the bathroom quietly and rush back downstairs in search of a drink, grabbing ahold of the tequila bottle.
As you step onto the patio, your friends quickly greet you. Your eyes stay on Rafe though, ignoring the chatter behind you, your eyes fall to the hand of Rebecca’s, it lay upon his chest in a gesture of adoration. A beautiful diamond placed upon her ring finger, the butterflies in your belly all but die. The beating of your heart is the only thing you hear, he notices where your eyes have landed and he is quick to place his much bigger hand over hers, hiding the beautiful ring from your vision.
He’s engaged.
Rafe Cameron got engaged.
Rafe Cameron had his first engagement and it wasn’t with you…
“Come on let’s go dance” Elle says, noticing the way both you and Rafe stare at each other. You squeeze your eyes shut for a brief moment when Rebecca reaches up to kiss his cheek, bringing the bottle of tequila to your lips. The alcohol burns your throat in the most satisfying way.
Your eyes open to catch the worry that finds its way onto his features as he watches you throw back way too much alcohol for your small body.
“Let’s get fuck up” you exclaim, walking away from your friends and towards the bar your parents had hired for the night.
“4 shots please… actually nah, just give me that bottle of whiskey”.
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hotchsstuff · 1 year
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safe now - rafe cameron
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summary: you're involved in an accident.
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: car accident, cursing, angst/comfort
(part 1) (part 2) (part 4)
it was almost 4am when rafe was awakened by his phone continuous ringing.
he stretched his arm, searching for the device on his bedside table.
"who the fuck is calling at this fucking hour" he mumbled but nonetheless answered the unknown number.
"who's it?" he was ready to hang up if it was some joke topper was pulling on him.
"are we speaking to rafe cameron?" at the unfamiliar voice, rafe sat up more straight, feeling uneasy for some reason.
when he heard the woman say your name and something remotely close to you being involved in an accident, he jumped out of the bed not even listening to what the she was trying to tell him, rummaging around to find his car keys.
shit shit shit, fucking hell
he wanted to throw up, yell at the world for being so unfair but now rafe just prayed to get to the hospital as soon as possible.
he needed to know that you were okay. you had to be okay.
as soon as his car stopped in front of the hospital entrance he sprinted out to the reception, yelling at everyone he saw to show him your room.
"please sir, if you don't calm down we'll have to escort you outside" a nurse tried to approach him but all his senses were screaming to find you, now. you needed him and they were only wasting his time.
"i'm rafe cameron" he said with a warning tone "and if you dont bring me to her right now, you all can pack your things and get fucking out!"
hearing the commotion, a doctor that was getting by stopped one of the newbys from snapping back. you don't mess with the camerons. that's rule number one.
"mister cameron, please forgive them for their bad manners. now, if you will follow me"
he would deal with them later.
when he saw you laying on the bed with a pained face he felt his world falling apart.
he rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms. he was never going to let you go out alone. he would keep you close to him every minute of the day.
"rafe!" earlier you told the nurse that you were fine and there was no need to call your emergency number "it's so late, you're gonna miss your meeting tomorrow!"
you just ruined this perfect opportunity. perfect, you thought.
"dont scare me ever again." and it was only then that you noticed that rafe was crying on the top of your head.
you only witnessed rafe cry twice in your life.
the first time was when in grade school he lost the bracelet you got him (you found it under his baseball bat a few days later) and the second time was when you got lost on an excursion organised by your school and rafe couldn't find you anywhere.
rafe never cried. crying is for weak people.
"rafe.." you tried to pull apart but he held you stronger, scared that you would disappear at any moment "it's just a scratch, look" you showed him your bruised arms and legs but that made him only more upset.
"if i catch that motherfucker" and by his darkened gaze you knew he was serious. besides, it was not the first time he got in a fight for you, but this time you weren't sure that the man that hit you would get away with only some broken ribs and a broken nose.
"no rafe! i swear im okay" you put a hand on his cheek, making him look at you "let's just go home okay? you have an important meeting tomorrow" he didn't let you finish the sentence before his expression soured and put your mumbling to a stop.
"i dont give a fuck about this job!" he yelled, catching you off guard.
how could you think that you came second to something he never wanted.
"is this why you didnt call me to pick you up from your night shift? you told me hans let you get off work earlier. you were scared you would have distracted me from my father's wishes?" he was livid now "honey let me tell you something, i told my dad three days ago that i was out of this project."
you glanced up, shocked at the revelation.
you knew how hard rafe worked to get to where he was. it made no sense.
seeing how confused you were, rafe sighed and pulled you on his lap.
"no project and no one comes before you. from now on let me pick you up from work alright?" he whispered, lips a few inches from yours "i thought i lost you tonight. let me take care of you sweet girl."
when your lips met, all your thoughts vanished.
rafe was here. you were going home together, you knew you were going to be safe.
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marvelslittlewhore · 3 months
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REQUEST | I can't help but think of rafe x reader x JJ at a party. She is being a brat to them and they warn her if she keeps it up she is in trouble. Rafe snaps and takes her upstairs to punish and then JJ comes in all sweet, like we warned u, and he praises her for being good for Rafe. Telling her to be good for him while he makes it beter.
PAIRING | mean!dom!rafe cameron x fem!reader x soft!dom!jj maybank
WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! mentions of alcohol consumption, smut, threesome, p in v, oral (m and fem receiving), a frustrating cut-off because I didn't know how to continue sry
A/N | I'm not sure if I like this, love being insecure
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"Please, just one more?" you whined, giving Rafe your best puppy eyes.
"I said no. You had enough for tonight," he said, nursing on the cup that he had just taken from your hand.
You frowned muttering something under your breath and jumped when you felt a sudden pinch on your butt, turning to face JJ. "You better watch it, cupcake."
You had given them an attitude the whole day and you knew you were already walking on thin ice but you just couldn't help yourself.
"He's being mean!" you pointed at Rafe without looking at him.
"And you're being a brat." Rafe snipped back and you gasped turning back to him.
"Am not." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the wall between them.
"Gotta take a leak, be right back," JJ said kissing the side of your head before walking off.
You had a sour expression on your face and Rafe couldn't help but smirk at your antics, reaching out to poke your cheek, intending to make you smile but you only slapped his hand away, glaring at him.
The smirk he had left his face in an instant and his hand now grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I've had enough of your attitude. Maybe you need a little reminder of who's in charge here, huh?"
If you haven't been wet before you would be soaking your panties now, melting into Rafe's touch, the buzz from the alcohol you had in your system giving it another kick.
Without another word he grabbed your hand, walking through the crowd of people and up the stairs, thank god the party was at Tannyhill tonight.
"What about JJ?" you asked looking over your shoulder for any sign of the blonde.
"He'll know where to find us, don't worry," Rafe responded, dragging you inside his room and closing the door but not locking it.
He turns back to you, crossing his arms, the look on his face tells you that he's not in the mood for any more of your games.
"Strip." he simply demanded and so you did without questioning, slowly slipping the strips of your dress off your shoulders, it smoothly falling off your body and onto the ground.
You stepped out of it, taking your bra off next, now standing in front of him in only your panties. He snapped his finger, pointing at the ground before him.
"On your knees."
You quickly did as told, face to face with his crotch before looking up at him.
"You know what to do, brat."
Your hands reached up to fumble with his belt, opening his sipper next and pulling his pants down with his boxers, his cock springing free and you almost drooled at the sight.
You got into action, stroking him slowly, your tongue swirling over the tip. When it took Rafe too long he grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "Open wide."
As you did he started to use you as he saw fit, it was a punishment after all. He throws his head back groaning at the way you gagged and garbled around him.
Then he held your head still and started to fuck your throat raw. "Fuck." he moaned, looking down at you, seeing the tears that brimmed in your eyes. "You better swallow it all."
Just as he said it you felt him twitch, spilling his load in your mouth with a groan, pulling out only to hold your chin and pressing his thumb on your tongue, leaning down to be closer to your face.
He smirked at how fucked out you already looked, hair and makeup a mess, breathing heavily.
"On the bed."
You quickly got up, scrambling on the bed and into position, grabbing onto the sheets in anticipation. You watched Rafe getting on the bed, opening your legs wide for him.
He kneads the flesh of your thighs and you yelped when he gave the right one a sudden smack, rubbing over the spot.
He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling them down in one go. "Damn, baby, you're dripping."
Your face flushed at this and you moaned when you felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, slowly pushing in.
He didn't even let you breathe for a second, both of his hands holding onto your hips and fingers digging into your skin, starting to snap his hips at a brutal pace.
"Shit- Rafe," you whined and his hand came back down on your thigh in a warning for you to keep quiet, so you did by holding a hand over your mouth, closing your eyes.
You're so out of it that you don't even hear someone entering the room, but you instantly know who the ring-adorned hands belonged to that cradled your face.
"We warned you, didn't we?" JJ said, and you opened your eyes, tears forming again, and you knew this night was far from over. "But you're doing so good. Being such a good girl for Rafe."
Rafe didn't increase his movement and you mewled your hand shooting up to grip JJ's bicep tightly.
JJ coed and one of his hands snaked down to rub your clit, all the stimulation has you sending over the edge, the first orgasm of the night ripping through your body.
Rafe slowed down, fucking you through your high and leaning down to kiss you. When he pulled back he shuffled further down the bed to be at eye level with your pussy.
He instantly got to work, eating you out like you were his last meal. You squealed at the assault he was doing on your clit, turning your face to look at JJ pleadingly to do something, anything.
"It's almost over, princess, promise." he smiled at you "Until that..." he leaned his head down to suck on your nipple, his hand playing with the other.
These boys are gonna be the death of you.
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xorafe · 2 days
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watch and learn (part two)
pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
content warning drug and alcohol use
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summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.
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You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.
You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.
You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.
Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.
Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know
You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.
You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.
You: might take you up on that
Rafe: might?
You: might :)
Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.
Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.
He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends
Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.
You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that
He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.
Rafe: wtf why
You: you’re a fuckboy
Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing
You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do
Rafe: you can’t take all the credit
You: watch me
Rafe: you’re annoying
You: YOU’RE annoying
You: send me the address and time for the party
He quickly sends you the details.
This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.
Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.
Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.
“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.
“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.
“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.
His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.
You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.
“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”
Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.
He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.
“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”
You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.
“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.
“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.
You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.
“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.
“Your neighbour?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”
Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.
“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.
“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.
“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.
“How was it?” Blake asks.
Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.
“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.
Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.
“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.
“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.
“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”
“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.
Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.
“Go for it,” Rafe says.
Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.
You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.
You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.
You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.
As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.
Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.
You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol
You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.
The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.
You reply: too scared :( no thanks
You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.
You text again: jk let’s go
He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.
“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”
“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.
“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.
“I knew it before.”
“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”
“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.
“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.
You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.
“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.
“This is your car?”
“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.
“It makes so much sense now.”
“What?”
“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.
“And?”
“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”
Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.
You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.
Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.
He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepens the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.
He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.
Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.
“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”
“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.
“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.
“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.
“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.
“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”
“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.
“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”
You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”
“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.
“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.
You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.
“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.
You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.
“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.
“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”
You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.
His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.
“Should I use both hands?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.
He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.
Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.
“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.
You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.
“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”
You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.
“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”
The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.
“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”
You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds him this is supposed to be instructional.
“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”
You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.
“Is it wet enough?” you ask.
“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.
“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”
You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.
Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.
Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.
“You gonna swallow?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.
He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.
His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.
You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.
“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.
It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.
“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.
“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”
Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.
“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.
“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.
“We could get caught.”
“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”
You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.
“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”
You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.
He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.
Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.
“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”
“Okay,” you say.
“Do you want to fuck?”
You nod.
“Say it.”
“Yeah, I do,” you relent.
“Then take your clothes off.”
(part three)
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hi babe <3 I just wanted to say congrats on 1.5k! you def deserve it! can I request dealer Rafe x reader with “I’ll be here when you wake up”? Maybe she’s gotten really hurt and he’s just at her bedside or something! I’d love to see him go crazy over her <3
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warnings: light swearing, mentions of stitches.
“get the fuck out!” he bellowed, bursting through the door in a flash, not giving the nurse’s horrified expression a second thought. “rafe it wasn’t his fault!” kiara plead, coming between the two. “wasn’t his fault? why was she out there in the first place, huh?” he snapped, his eyes flickering between the boy and her, bruised and broken.
“look man, she asked if she could have a go on my board, i didn’t know she had no idea how to surf..” jj argued, pushing away from the chair at her bedside, coming face to face with her seething boyfriend.
“i told you, maybank. if you ever, ever— let anything happen to her, i’d fucking kill you. so i suggest you fuck off, and don’t come near her again, alright?” rafe growled, nostrils flared as he puffed out his chest, revelling in the fear in kiara’s eyes. “c’mon jay, we can see if she’s okay later..” she muttered, tugging on the back of jj’s tank top.
sighing in relief, he let himself relax for the first time since he got the phone call as he watched the door close behind him. “i’m— i’m sorry about that, alright? is she going to be okay?” rafe mumbled, turning to face the nurse, who clutched her clipboard tight.
“i assume you’re the boyfriend?” she asked, eyes flickering to the girl laying on the bed. nodding frantically, rafe moved to perch on the edge. “she’s going to be fine, but she’ll need a lot of rest. a hairline fracture on one of her ribs, and she took a nasty bump to the head, knocked herself out cold, but she should be waking up shortly”
nodding, he muttered a quiet thank you as she left the room.
“rafe..rafe?” she croaked weakly, groaning as the pain rushed through her, deciding against turning look at him. his eyes widened quickly, rushing to her side immediately. “i’m here angel, i’m here..” he cooed, stroking her tatty hair away gentle, careful not to brush his hand against the growing bump on the side of her skull.
“what happened?” she whimpered, wincing as she took a deep breath, noting the unfamiliar feeling in her chest. “surf accident, you were with the pogues..” he sighed, deflating at the thought.
“oh..” she groaned, fighting against the yawn overriding her face muscles. “please don’t be mad at jj, it wasn’t his fault..” she whispered, allowing her eyes to flutter shut again. “i’m not baby, i’m just worried about you..” he spoke softly, lying as if he hadn’t already informed barry of the situation. “m’tired”
“go to sleep sweetheart, i’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he whispered, a small frown curling at his lips as he looked over her injuries. “m’kay..love you..” she mumbled, her breathing deepening as she fell back into a slumber.
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fandomxpreferences · 4 months
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Man Eater (18+)
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x dark femme female reader (like siren energy)
TW: toxic, manipulation, smut, I think this counts as dub con, oral ( f receiving), I think that’s all but as always read at your own risk
Summary: Rafe can’t help but fall into your trap every single time.
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: this is not my best work but I’m dipping my toes back in so please be nice to me
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As much as he hates it, there’s something about you Rafe just can’t let go of. You're mysterious and seductive without trying; the most elusive woman he's ever met. You hold all the power, and for some reason, he keeps coming back for more.
Nobody knows what the two of you do behind closed doors. You show up when you feel like it, and every single time Rafe is waiting on his knees for you. Every time you leave he swears he's done, but then you call or show up and you're all he can focus on. You have a hold on him in a way that no one ever has before.
You don't think twice as you walk into the gala at tannyhill wearing a red gown; you smile and greet familiar faces just like usual. You're somehow kind and heartless at the same time, and Rafe has never been able to make sense of it.
He swears his breathing stops altogether when you make your entrance, but he remains stoic as he sips on whiskey. There’s something so powerful in the way you carry yourself; like you either own the place or don’t care who does. It draws him in and he can’t help but be mesmerized by just your presence.
He watches people move out of your way and men nearly break their necks as you float by ethereal and beautiful as ever. You’d think you’re a royal that should have a security team the way you command the room, and Rafe can’t look away.
You know he’s there and you can feel him watching your every move as you slink toward the bar and stop just a few feet away from him. While you may be sweet as sugar to most, Rafe gets to see the opposing side of you.
It's as if you're a siren; so beautiful and innocent one moment and sinister the next. He shifts closer so your shoulders are almost touching, and flags the bartender down with the subtle wag of his finger.
“She’s with me. Pour from our personal collection.” He instructs, and the man nods.
You glance over at him with a smirk and place your clutch on the counter before propping up on your elbows. You raise your eyebrows expectantly, and as if he has been perfectly trained, he orders your usual drink without further instruction.
“Always so eager to please.”
Your tongue darts out to wet your crimson-stained lips, and Rafe watches you with the same predatory gaze he always does.
“Only you.”
The way you stare up at him through thick lashes and winged eyeliner nearly makes him collapse, and he tries to calm the wild beating of his heart. You’re the type of beautiful that’s intimidating; so stunning that even the unshakable Rafe Cameron quakes in your presence.
You take a sip from your glass with a wink before strutting off, and he grins to himself. He knows how lucky he is to have you in any sense, and he also knows that you’re not in a place to be tied down.
Still, it doesn’t stop him from longing for more. He’s certain that you were made for him; and that there aren’t any other men in outer banks truly capable of keeping up with you the way he can.
As strong as he is, even Rafe falls victim to your spell. Anyone else would simply be steamrolled, and he thinks on some level you know that. He knows you two would rule Figure Eight together and be unstoppable, but he’ll accept what you give.
He’s not usually worried about you getting around because even if you aren’t exclusive by any means, you’re extremely selective. You don’t seek attention; that's why you get so much of it. Normally, you don't pay it any mind.
Tonight, however, Rafe clenches his jaw until it aches as you nurse drinks made from his liquor while rubbing another man's arm. He knows he has no claim to you; you’ve made that very clear. He isn’t even sure if you have his name saved in your phone.
Despite having that knowledge, he finds himself slowly maneuvering through the crowd in your direction. You lock eyes with him over the shoulder of the man sitting in front of you, and you quirk your brow just enough for Rafe to notice.
It startles Rafe sometimes; how your eyes sparkle with the same thrill and mischief as his. You’re easily just as crazy as he is and he’s absolutely addicted to the rush of being with you.
“My dad wants to say hello.” Rafe lies, not giving you a chance to speak. He can see the way you’re weighing your options in your mind. He knows there’s a possibility that you tell him to fuck off; despite your arrangement, going home together is not a given.
“Excuse me.” You politely smile, giving one last squeeze before releasing the man's bicep and stepping around him.
Rafe’s arm wraps around your waist instantly, with his hand splayed across your side and onto your stomach as he holds you close to him. You stumble a bit in your heels when he jerks you into him, but don’t show any emotion.
“Bit bold tonight, aren’t we?” You say just loud enough for him to hear, and his fingertips dig further into your flesh.
“Not bolder than wearing a dress with your entire back out and drinking my liquor with another man.” He bites, and you let him lead, not wanting to cause any more of a scene. He doesn’t stop until you’re standing in his room and shuts the door.
He stays facing away from you for a moment, and you tap your shoe impatiently.
“Did you bring me up here just t-“ You’re cut off when Rafe tilts his head back and sighs with annoyance.
“Shut up and listen.” He turns around and you try to cover your shock at his forwardness.
“Are you fucking other guys?”
You open your mouth to answer but he takes a stride forward and grips your chin between his thumb and index finger.
“The truth.”
When you don't speak, he narrows his eyes and takes a step impossibly closer.
“Look me in my eyes. Are we ever going to be more or am I really just a hookup? I need to know.”
You give him a pointed look but he doesn't waver and you roll your eyes.
“Rafe, don't pull at this thread. You know what this is.”
He licks his lower lip and nods before pulling back.
“I can’t do this with you anymore.”
Without skipping a beat, you close the distance he created and run your hands across his chest and onto his broad shoulders.
“I know you like it when I dress up, Rafe. Let's just work it out with our bodies, yeah? Let me ride you and ease your mind.” You purr and with lightning speed, Rafe grabs your throat and spins you around so your back is pressed against the door.
“Don't.” He grits out, but you can see the will starting to crumble in his ocean eyes.
You push against his chest just enough to get his attention, and he keeps his hold on your neck as you slowly move him backward. You both know that this dance always ends the same way, and it infuriates him as much as it turns him on.
He crashes back onto the mattress and you stand between his knees while he peers up at you. If you asked him, Rafe would insist that you’re not real. He swears there’s a glow surrounding you as he finds himself succumbing to you once again.
You reach back and slowly unzip your dress before wiggling your hips dramatically and letting it pool around your feet. You leave the heels on and swing one leg up so you’re half straddling him, and he watches with lust-blown pupils.
As much as he hates this cycle, he loves it just the same. You’ll manipulate him and he’ll let you because that's how much power you have over him.
You slowly crawl up his body, dragging your hands across his twitching muscles until your fingers are laced over his head, and lower your hips until you’re sitting on his bulge.
“Do you want me to stop?” You ask, your lips brushing against his throat.
“No.”
You slowly push forward and brush your chest against his face, sitting up when he tries to nip at the skin. You guide his hands against your hips and shift slightly, eliciting a deep groan.
“Show me how to please you.” You whisper, and something in Rafe snaps. He doesn't care about the party downstairs, he doesn't care that he's giving in to you again; all he cares about is claiming you in a way that shows you he’s capable of taking the control back at any second.
Before you can process, he flips you onto your back and rips your panties in half. You gasp with wide eyes, and Rafe slips his hand behind you. You arch your back so he can unhook your bra while his other hand dips into your folds.
He sucks a hickey into the top of your breast while his nimble fingers slip your bra off with ease, and he licks a strip from the dark bruise to the column of your throat. He keeps his head buried there working on the tender flesh while pumping his fingers in and out of your slick.
You buck up when he curls into your g-spot, and he repeats the movement while gasps fall from your lips.
“I know, baby. I got you.”
He presses one last kiss to your collarbone before trailing his lips and nose all the way down your torso. He wastes no time, and you cry out when his lips wrap around your clit. His free hand settles on the inside of your upper thigh, holding it open.
He hits a spot that causes you to pull away from him, and a sharp slap rings out before he wraps his hand around the back of your leg and yanks you back into him. He moves with your body as you writhe around, and continues his brutal pace.
He has you approaching that high in record time and reaches up to lace his fingers with yours as your head flings back while you tremble against him. He carries you through it the entire time, not even flinching when your nails draw blood or when his signet ring digs into his finger.
As soon as your vision clears, you sit up and start ripping at the buttons on his tux. He smirks at how eager you are and watches the way you try to cover it up. Regardless of what he is to you, no man will ever have you the way he has and you know that.
His lips crash against yours while you fiddle with his tie, and he quickly removes his belt and pants before leaning forward until you're flat against the bed. He gently moves your hands away and takes over, taking off the layers of clothing the best he can without breaking the kiss.
The second you feel the heat from his body, your hands roam his exposed flesh. His large hand grabs the back of your knee and hikes your leg around his waist, and you nod into him. He wraps his hand around his cock and pumps a few times, hissing at the sensation.
He breaks away and presses his forehead to yours before tilting his head down to watch where he presses into you. You both inhale sharply, and you cling to him for dear life as he eases In until his pelvis hits yours.
He rolls his hips, hitting that sweet spot while also brushing against your swollen bundle of nerves. It's a torturously slow pace as he fucks into you deep and slow, and your sweat mingles as your bodies start to fall into a natural rhythm.
You push forward when he pulls back, and he litters bites and licks across your neck. Your sweet moans mix with his deep grunts and occasional whimpers to make a hymn as you worship each other.
“Fuck, you feel too good.” He groans, and you whine into his shoulder.
“You always think you're this little minx that can get whatever she wants. I let you because I want you to be happy. Sometimes you just have to be reminded that you’re not the apex predator you think you are. Not with me.”
His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes lightly, and you grin at the feeling. You can say whatever you want, but Rafe knows you would never let another man have this level of control let alone smile at it. It's those little things that keep a spark of hope alive; moments where he sees you want him as much as he wants you.
He forces your mouth apart with his tongue before devouring you like a man starved. Your skin burns hot as the two of you tangle in the sheets, too lost in each other to care about anything else.
You leverage your weight and flip over, slipping back onto his pulsing cock before he can protest. His head falls back with a strangled groan as he reaches a new depth, and his hands instantly settle on your waist.
You rock back and forth a few times, testing the water before settling in. You note every little gasp and nose scrunch, making sure to make those movements again.
His fingertips dig into the flesh on your hips as he guides you and you watch him through hooded eyes as he attempts to maintain some semblance of composure.
The two of you writhe in unison as you chase your highs, beads of sweat glistening like diamonds as they trickle down your bodies and mingle together.
“Fuck, I love you.”
Rafe is barely within his right mind, but the statement still sends a paralyzing shiver down your spine. For the first time, you feel a tinge of remorse and it causes your movements to stutter.
You recover quickly and continue until you feel him twitch and ride him through his high. Your mind is racing at light speed as you quickly climb off and start dressing, eager to get away.
Suddenly the room feels suffocating as Rafe’s cologne engulfs your senses and you keep your eyes cast downward. You don’t want to see the lacrosse trophies or the framed family photos; reminders that outside of your arrangement, Rafe is a real person with a real life.
“Whoah hold up, slow down.”
Rafe’s voice is laced with confusion as he comes back down and notices you all but sprinting around the room.
His large hands wrap around your biceps in an attempt to stop you, and your heart lurches when you spare a glance at his cerulean eyes.
“You’re not staying?”
Admittedly, you’ve gotten a smidge too comfortable and it’s become somewhat of a routine for you to stay over and leave when the sun comes up.
When you don’t answer and instead try to side step him, his brow furrows and he matches your movement so you’re blocked. His hand comes up to pinch your chin between this thumb and forefinger, and you try to ignore the way your skin tingles.
“Look at me. What’s going on?”
It occurs to you that he isn’t aware of what he said, and you swallow before taking a deep breath and holding your head high.
“I think you’re right. We shouldn’t do this anymore.”
His hand drops in shock, and before he can react you slink around him and race downstairs straight out the door.
Rafe stands in place for a second trying to process what just happened. He yanks on some sweatpants and goes bounding after you, but by the time he makes it outside, you’re already gone.
He runs his hand over his head before taking off back toward his room. He ignores the odd looks he receives from Gala guests roaming the property and continues on his mission until he’s back upstairs holding his phone.
It’s muscle memory at this point, finding you in his favorites comes with ease and it only takes a second for his thumb to press the number that he’s committed to heart.
His heart thumps in his chest as it rings once, then twice.
The number you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please hang up and try again.
He hangs up and calls back three more times only to receive the same dreaded message each time before he lobs his phone across the room and looks up at the ceiling.
“Fuck!”
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randomoutsiders · 4 months
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j.m dialogues
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casual dominance
throat fucking
corruption kink with kook!reader (anotha) (anotha)
angry sex with kook!reader
blowjobs in the back of the twinkie
fingerfucking in the twinkie with the clan unknowing
daddy kink
oral while the others sleep
doggy style
jj is such a good dad (anotha)
enemies to lovers
hot tub sex
new girl in town
jj fucks shy!reader
jj teaches kook!reader how to smoke
housewife!jj helps student!reader
meeting his daughter
pregnant!reader gets all the affection
fucking you on the boat with everyone else inside
choking
john b. walks in
pregnancy sex
ghostface!jj (p2) (p3)
jj kisses pregnant!reader's belly
jj talks virgin!reader through her first time
jj loves his loving girlfriend
hand kink
jj gets too drunk
jj doesn't think you'll need a condom (p2)
dumbification (anotha)
reader has nipple piercings
knife kink
negative pregnancy test
family meeting & fingering
friends to lovers
kook!reader is scared of this new world she's in
size kink (anotha)
teasing mechanic!jj
fucking promiscuous!reader dumb
aftercare with sub!reader
aftercare with insecure!reader
cameron!deaf!reader (p2)
safeword
mean!jj x innocent!reader
height difference (a different one)
thigh riding + pee desperation
brattamer!jj
reader has adhd
after a long day
gun kink
comfort
tell me how my dick tastes
routlege!reader is very motherly
jj still likes the flowers
asmr video
jj just wants alone time but the kids aren't having it
maybank!toddler!reader gets married
pee desperation (belly pressing)
sunscreen application
begging for a baby
jj is still whiney when he's a dom
competition (+ rafe)
toddler!sister!reader just wants to help
reading jj to sleep
nightmares on poguelandia
handholding during sex
toddler!sister has a crush on pope
toddler!sister is spoiled
smoking for the insomnia
jj's hair is too long
playing nurse
routledge!reader sneaks out
jj sets up movie night
another fight with his dad
lessons
black cat + golden retriever
blue bedsheets
there's tangled clothing
body worship
reader has body acne
reader is john b's girlfriend
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cleoluvrr · 5 months
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high school sweethearts (rafe cameron x reader) - prologue
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these are the requirements, if you think you can be my one true love
WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, domestic violence, substance abuse & addiction, coercion, manipulative behavior, stalking, toxic relationship, attempted suicide, kook!reader
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“get the hell out of my house, rafe! i don’t care!” your voice was raspy with anger and frustration as you yelled in rafe’s face. your skin was damp with fresh tears, neck covered in the salty trail leaking from your eyes. “i’m not doing this shit with you anymore!”
your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, was at the foot of your bed, burning eyes glaring down at your seated frame. you know why he came over, but seeing as the two of you ended on bad terms just a couple weeks ago, you were less than pleased to see him. it wasn’t really a mutual separation–it was more one of force. you told him you were leaving him–and you did–but in rafe’s head, he never left you.
rafe wasn’t a nice guy most of the time, not even to you. you knew that when he pursued you, but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt. you told yourself that it was just a defense mechanism, that he would get nicer the longer you two were together. when the cruel behavior continued well into your relationship, you realized just how wrong you were.
the name-calling, the violent behavior directed towards both you and others, the raging cocaine addiction that he wasn’t even trying to overcome; it was all too much for you. hence, why you broke it off after years of trying to find a more sympathetic side of him. he had one, you knew that for a fact, but it wasn’t enough to ignore all of his shortcomings.
“that’s not how that works, y/n. are you fucking stupid, or something?” rafe looked at you incredulously, top lip flipped up in an almost disgusted snarl. 
“what do you mean ‘that’s not how it works?’” the frustration you felt was only amplified, face screwed up from being unable to process the gall he possessed to let those words leave his mouth. “i said that we’re done. over, finished. i explained to you why we’re finished very simply–you’re a piece of shit, rafe. and until you’re not, we’re going to stay finished.”
the chance that he would ever stop being a terrible person was minimal. it had to run in his dna–maybe it skipped sarah and wheezie, but the trait definitely passed from ward unto his son. 
you’d seen the way his father spoke to him. you were the one he came to late at night when he’d storm off after an argument, drunk, high, or crossed out of his mind. you nursed his bruises, bloody noses, and sore knuckles after their physical altercations. he never had someone truly care for him growing up, and being raised by a monster only turned him into one.
it was easy to look at the broken boy and have your heart ache for him. how could someone be mad at him for lashing out when that was the only way he was taught to express his feelings? it was even harder to nurse your own bruises that resulted in his unhealed, internal ones. which is why you had to put an end to it in the first place.
“there’s no way you think i’m letting you leave me, y/n,” he says dryly. “after all the investments i made in you? you might be crazier than me.” the taller man lets out a humorless laugh as he rakes his nimble fingers through the blonde locks atop his head.
“what fucking investments, rafe? the jewelry?” 
you push yourself off your bed and shove past him, the dresser behind him becoming the new target of your rage. yanking open the jewelry box neatly sitting atop the piece of furniture, you ravage it for every ring, necklace, and pair of earrings rafe ever gifted you. turning around to face him, you toss it at his feet in a messy pile, the metal scattering around the floor and knocking against his shoes noisily.
“there you go, rafe! do you want the clothes, too?” you go to your closet door and rip it open, the box full of clothes that rafe bought you sitting neatly in the corner where you left it a week ago after packing it all away. the box scrapes against the hardwood floor as you pull it out of its hiding spot. “here! take it! take all your ‘investments’ back! ”
“y/n-” rafe tries to speak but he’s cut off by the sound of your phone hitting him square in the jaw. he bought that too, and he could take it for all you cared.
“there’s your phone, too.” it took everything in you not to smirk in satisfaction at seeing him wince in pain from the heavy object hitting him directly in the face, but it only lasted a second before you realized it was a bad idea. escalating to physical violence was never a thing you did. “now take your shit and leave.”
a few months ago, you would have never thought of doing anything like that. in fact a few months ago you were too scared to even raise your voice at him, let alone throw your phone at him with intentions to harm him.
it took you two months to even find the courage to break things off with him. you feared what was to come if you were to do something as drastic as that, but you knew that it had to happen eventually. even then you weren’t this bold, and the way rafe remained deathly still in front you stood as a reminder why you never were.
“i know you didn’t mean to do that…” rafe trails off, eyes closed as his tongue pokes though the side of his cheek in poorly hidden vexation. “you’re just angry, so i’m gonna pretend you didn't do that.” he squats down slowly to examine the jewelry laid out at his feet.
he pokes around wordlessly, the sound of the collection softing scraping against the floor taking over the silence of the room. you observe as he picks up a familiar silver piece, blinking rapidly as he rises back to his full height with it pinched between his fingers.
the square-shaped mark on his face where the phone made contact with him appears to be a deeper red as he approaches you, the few feet between you crossed in seconds with his long legs. you swallow the saliva collecting in your mouth, breath hitching nervously when he reaches for you. the feeling of the cool metal of the necklace falling into the dip of your clavicle makes you flinch instinctively as rafe clasps it behind your neck.
“you are my shit, y/n.” the taller man hums as his fingers adjust the pendant resting against your chest. “i invested my time, money, and energy into you not only because i love you, but because i expect a return on it. so, unless i’m leaving here with you, i’m not going anywhere.”
rafe’s hand so close to your neck had you frozen in place, unsure of what his next move would be. even after years of being with him, he was still far too unpredictable and unstable to feel easy around when you could feel the agitation dripping from his pores. 
“on our first anniversary, i told you i couldn’t see myself with anyone else. on our second anniversary, i gave you a promise ring–” his free hand reaches down for the hand still adorned by the diamond studded ring he gifted you almost a year ago. you never took it off, but right now you wish that you had the strength to. “and i promised that i was going to marry you one day. you were going to be my beautiful wife, you would have my beautiful children, and everyone would wish they were us.”
“why are you–” you abruptly go silent when you catch the look he gives you, blue eyes dark with a calm rage that you’d learned to fear the most over everything. you shut your mouth immediately at the wordless instruction.
“you promised to love me.” he holds up his hand to show the matching promise ring wrapped around his own finger. “you promised to accept that i was fucked up. you promised that you would be there to wipe my tears, and that you could handle all my shit, even if it hurt you. if you think i’m gonna sit here and let you fuck me over–let you waste my time? let you just–just leave?”
he shakes his head at you, both of his hands reaching up to plant themselves on the sides of your face. his palms are warm against your skin, the feeling of his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. you blinked up at him, eyes wide as your heart pounds against your chest. his own eyes were still dark and angry, but you could see the pure love pouring out of them though the seam between his blown out pupils and the blue of his iris. 
you inhaled deeply when the blonde leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your mouth. it was hard to remain stoic in your reaction, especially when he pulled away with your sticky, pink gloss coating his plush lips.
“you’re not leaving me that easy.” he whispers softly into the little space between your faces. it was instinctive to gulp out of fear–the barely contained, frightened whimper pushed back down your throat with the action. “if i lose you, it will be by my own hands. it won’t be because you get a little scared when shit gets real.”
rafe is granted silence as you continue to stare up at him with your lips drawn together tightly. he sighs heavily, sensing the fear radiating off of your body. you feel his hands pull you into his chest, one of them dropping to your waist to hug you close to him as he rests his head on top of yours. 
“i will fucking kill you before i ever let you leave, y/n. do you understand that?” you say nothing in response, sure that your voice will tremble more than you want it to. you believed every word that came out of his mouth deep down, and the seriousness of his demeanor only justified your sense of foreboding. “answer me. do you understand?”
you remain silent for a heavy second, mouth completely devoid of moisture and heart pumping too rapidly to speak steadily.
“yes, rafe.” you nodded against his chest and you felt him exhale, almost in a way that resembled relief. “i understand. i’m sorry…” you weren’t sure what you were even apologizing for, but it was something you were so used to doing to save your own ass.
“it’s okay, baby, i know.” he plants his lips to your scalp sweetly before pulling away just a couple centimeters. “i know it gets hard sometimes– i know i’m hard, and i’m sorry for that. i’m really trying.”
“i know.” you say weakly, the words all but muffled by the shirt your face was buried into.
you felt him nod above you before he placed another kiss on your head. 
“i love you so, so much.” rafe whispers into your hair, the air of his words against your scalp sending chills down your back.
you nod in response, submitting to the silence that weighs heavy on your tongue.
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lewsnumerounofan · 11 months
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interrogation tactics (rafe cameron x reader)
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summary: you and rafe are trapped in singh’s mansion. rafe needs to know where the diary is, and he’s willing to do just about anything to find out.
notes: nsfw, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), consent is a bit like mmm (??), idk the obx plot well so factual details might be wrong…., maybe a bit of fluff like so little, ~1k words
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“Tell me,” Rafe says, and your eyes roll back as his fingers press into you harder, stretching you until you’re gasping. Under his ringed hand your hips buck and twist, burning from the way his tongue moves over you, inside you.
“Rafe please I don’t know anything-“ you try, but he’s locking your hips down harder and fitting another finger into you. The strong band of his nose keeps nudging into your clit, his tongue passing over your folds. He’s like a man starved as he devours you, grunting as you buck against him.
The shaking legs around his head are already bruised with hickeys. He’d spent long minutes marking you, nursing out the dark blooms of purple and red on the soft, private skin of your thighs. In case you forget, he’d mumbled as he’d nipped softly your hip bone, who you belong to.
“Rafe please,” you say and your voice cracks as he meets your eyes. From between your legs his gaze is dark, drowsy off the taste of you. The tan arm banded over your hips flexes as you grind against him, shameless now in your pursuit of another orgasm.
Rafe only bares you open further, drawing back to watch your abused cunt flutter in his absence. It’s almost impossible to breathe as he lets his thumb drag down from your bellybutton. Brazen as he pushes over your swollen clit, you whimper at the oversensitivity, at the arrogant, semi-sadistic smirk that tugs at Rafe’s swollen lips. He loves you like this. The snarky, sarcastic mouth you usually reserve just for him is long gone. Now he’s got you begging—begging—beneath him, body marked and abused by his tongue and teeth and crying out at every touch of his fingers. For the very first time he feels the heady rush of power at owning you, at owning your body and your pleasure.
“Tell me about the diary baby. Tell me or we just keep doing this,” Rafe murmurs, voice low and hot on your skin.
The diary —the diary. You’re supposed to know something about the diary, about where it is and who has it (do you have it?). But Rafe is so strong over you, the smell of his cologne so strong that you can’t think. Can’t form the words to tell him.
He clicks his tongue and leans back from you, just far enough that he can grind onto your core at an aching, lazy pace. The friction of his rough dress pants has your head tipping back, hands desperately finding purchase in the thick linen sheets. Rafe repeats the action again, his eyes dropping down to watch where you connect. It feels so good—the heavy weight of him over your center, the bruising grip of his hands on your waist, the exhale of breathe over your neck as he groans out your name. Even the thick shape of him through his pants has you keening, writhing against the bed.
“Rafe, Rafe.”
It was his turn to moan at your desperate babbling. He shook his head, eyes closed and jaw locked as he fought to control himself. With his shirt halfway unbuttoned and his pretty lips and jaw decorated with smudges of your lipstick, Rafe looked a mess. Something about it, something about how ruined he just from touching you, had you shuddering and whimpering anew.
“I know. I know baby,” he said. His voice was ragged as he shifted down again, folding you open and putting his mouth over you.
You could barely speak now, barely think past the warm, rough tongue lapping at the hot skin between your legs. You ached from the orgasms Rafe had already forced from you, ached from the way he was moaning into your slick legs. It was too much, but still he didn’t let up, shoulders broad as they kept your legs from closing.
“Rafe please I can’t,” you begged.
When he spoke his words hummed into your skin.
“Tell me you have the diary.”
You couldn’t help the tears the gathered in your eyes at his demand. There was no way you could take much more of this. But still Rafe’s fingers worked you, his tongue pushing into you as you writhed and begged. It was so close—your stomach was tight with it, eyes shut hard against the dizzying proximity of another orgasm. You needed it. And then Rafe’s ringed hand was moving, brazenly passing over nipple and closing around your throat. You were a goner.
“Mr. Sunn. John B gave him a copy, please Rafe please, please.”
You were incoherent. Delirious off the both the possession and lack of oxygen bestowed by Rafe’s hand. Below you, Rafe smirked into your skin. His eyes were almost wholly black as he gazed at you.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he murmured. And then he was pressing harder at your neck, his large hand sure to leave you with a necklace of bruises. Doubling down, his tongue worked you harder, fingers sure as they circled your clit. Everything went hot as you looked at him. The strong breadth of his shoulders and his tan golden skin. The glint of his rings and you on his fingers. His pretty swollen lips, still grinning at you. And then your vision went and you were bowing into him, desperately clutching at his hand, at his fingers as he slid them into yours.
“That’s good baby. Did so good for me,” Rafe panted as he held your reeling body, shifting up beside you. Rings glinting as they cupped your flushed cheeks.
“So good,” he murmured again, letting his lips press over your brow.
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𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞
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IM NOT YOUR WIFE | ENEMY!RAFE CAMERON X READER | IMAGINE | 
PAIRING: Enemy!Rafe Cameron x Reader
SYNOPSIS: Rafe pays for the guys tab but in order for him to do that the stranger has to leave within ten seconds.
WORD COUNT → 860
WARNING(S): He calls you wife, Jealous!Rafe, he finally makes a move, Protective!Rafe, he shows his wealth, you're at a bar, Flirty!Rafe, guys hitting on you, enemies to lovers.
AUTHORS NOTE: back on my wife bullsh*t. Part two of You won't believe what happend. From this tiktok
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Rafe couldn't shake the image of Y/N from his mind after that day at the cafe. Her story about the mysterious stranger had ignited a fire in him, one he couldn't easily extinguish. He found himself thinking about her more often than he cared to admit, and he knew he had to do something about it. He was determined to see her again, to confront the emotions he had been suppressing for years.
One Friday night, Rafe decided to go to one of the local bars, hoping to take his mind off things.
Rafe found himself at a lively beachside bar, drowning his jealousy in a sea of alcohol. He had been nursing his drink for hours, watching the waves crash against the shore and the laughter of the beachgoers.
However, fate had other plans for him. his eyes quickly scanned the room, and there she was—Y/N, sitting at the bar, ​​her laughter ringing out amidst the chatter and music. She looked stunning, and it only fueled his desire to be near her. Y/N was enjoying herself, laughing and chatting with her friends, oblivious to the way her beauty was attracting attention from the other patrons. As she sipped her cocktail, a group of guys decided to make their move.
They approached her table with cocky grins, offering drinks and cheesy pick-up lines.
Y/N politely declined their advances, trying to maintain her composure. But the persistence of these guys was relentless. They continued their attempts to charm her, invading her personal space. It was getting uncomfortable fast.
Just when Y/N was about to say something more forceful to shoo them away, a familiar voice cut through the chatter and chaos of the bar. Rafe's jaw clenched involuntarily, his protective instincts kicking in. Jealousy flared within him again,  He couldn't stand the thought of those guys hitting on her, especially after hearing her hookup story. and he knew he couldn't stand idly by this time. With determination, he made his way through the crowd, his dark eyes locked onto Y/N. The guy who had been chatting up Y/N gave Rafe a wary look as he approached. Rafe leaned casually against the bar and turned to him with a smirk.
"Evening, gentlemen," Rafe drawled, his voice dripping with faux politeness. "Mind if I join the party?"
Y/N turned to see Rafe Cameron, looking even more dashing than she remembered, standing beside her. He wore a sly grin and looked at the guy hitting on Y/N.
"Hey there, darling, looks like you've got yourself a fan club," Rafe Cameron drawled as he swaggered over to their table. He had a cocky grin on his face, his eyes locking onto Y/N's with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
The guys who had been hitting on Y/N turned to face Rafe, sizing him up. They didn't seem to recognize him, but they sensed an aura of danger.
Rafe leaned in, his voice low and dangerous, "Tell you what, boys, I'll pay for all the drinks you've had tonight, plus the ones you brought over, and even throw in a tip for the bartender. All you have to do is leave my wife alone."
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as Rafe casually wrapped an arm around her waist, claiming her as his own. "Wife?" She shot him a confused look, but Rafe's grip tightened slightly, silently warning her not to object.
The guys exchanged nervous glances, realizing they were out of their depth. Rafe's reputation was not something to be trifled with.
Rafe's voice hardened, "You've got ten seconds to decide, boys."
As if on cue, the guys scrambled to their feet, muttering apologies, and hastily retreated. Y/N watched them go, her heart pounding. She couldn't believe what had just happened.
Rafe released a low chuckle and turned to Y/N. "What's wrong, baby?" he teased.
Y/N's eyes flashed with annoyance, and she playfully hit him with the wine menu. "Don't call me your baby. I'm not your wife, Rafe, what the hell?"
Rafe didn't seem fazed by her reaction. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You will be, sweetheart. One day."
Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she tried to come up with a retort, but Rafe was already on a roll. He continued, "How about we make a deal? Dinner with me tomorrow night. If you don't enjoy it, you can go back to hating me."
Y/N couldn't help but smile at his persistence. She had to admit, there was something intriguing about Rafe's confidence and charm. "Fine, Cameron. You've got yourself a date."
Rafe's grin widened, and he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her cheek."You won't regret it, wifey."
As the night continued, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, beneath all the rivalry and history, there was something more between them waiting to be explored.
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sunraies · 1 year
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do you think you could do a fic (you can choose if it leads to smut or fluff! which ever you want!) where the reader is extremely clingy but like tries to hold herself back because she’s worried rafe will get annoyed but he actually doesn’t mind because he’s like the feeling of being wanted/needed?
Sure, hun 😊 I went with full fluff and soft Rafe x
Hold Me Closer
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings- Fluff and past relationship insecurities. Small mention of drinking and sickness.
Rafe loves how you need him and is there to hold you closer
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You had so much love for him, you didn't know how your heart could contain it. From the moment he first kissed you that was it, your soul was Rafe Cameron's.
You wanted to be as close to him as possible, if you could be under his skin you would. The way he made you feel so safe, protected and warm, it scared you a little at times. How could one person make you feel like they were your world and you, their moon.
In previous relationships you had been told you were too clingy, that you were suffocating and annoying. All you wanted was to be loved. Your heart given to them completely.
With Rafe it was more intense and passionate than you ever experienced and you didn't want to 'annoy' him by showing your need for him. So you held it back as much as you could, but Rafe noticed.
When you were sleepy, ill or drunk it was the most obvious, when your guard was down and you reached out for him. Those moments he cherished.
Rafe first noticed when you had been partying at Kelce's. He had been sat in the garden by the fire pit, nursing a beer as he chatted with a few friends around him. He watched you abandoned your shoes and throw your solo cup away. You had been partying and dancing most of the night before stumbling over to him.
Normally he would have to encourage you to sit in his lap so he could hold you, but that night you flopped down into his lap, curled your legs up and buried your face in his neck.
"You good, babygirl?" He asked, wrapping his arms around you.
You nodded and hummed before smiling as he kissed your temple. "Just hold me"
"You sure, baby?" He was worried as he'd never seen you like it before. "We can go"
You shook your head, burying your face into his neck more as your hand cupped the other side, fingers playing with the bottom of his hair. "No. No. Keep talking, hang out with your friends" you muttered, making him shiver as your lips brushed his skin "but just hold me"
He looked around the group and shrugged at Topper's raise eyebrow before holding you tighter. You stayed there for the rest of the night, content in his arms, listening to his voice and snuggled in his warmth.
As time went on, he noticed more and more.
Rafe loved the way you were in the morning. Once you began staying over night at Tanneyhill, he never wanted to miss a morning with you again. You would cling to him, wrapping around him so close there was no space between you. He wouldn't move until you were fully awake, placing a kiss on your forehead, cheek and lips before going to get you a coffee.
He hated seeing you in pain or sick but when you called for him and allowed him to care for you. He felt so wanted and needed. The way you would let him dry your tears, make you soup or wrap you in a blanket. He loved helping you get dressed, stealing kisses, and telling you to shush as you worried he would get sick too.
"Baby, it's food poisoning" He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you "I don't think that's contagious"
"What if it's a stomach bug?" You tried to desperately not cuddle into him as you ached.
"Then you can look after me"
It didn't take much more to convince you, after that you didn't want him to leave your side. It was food poisoning in the end but the next time you got sick with the flu, a week later you were caring for a poorly Rafe.
Once he realised how much you needed him. You never had to ask him to hold you, kiss you or just be there. He was there already, holding you closer, planning to never let go.
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softspiderling · 5 days
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and I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do | r.c.
summary:
“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”
“Really?”
Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Really. Just friends.”
“Huh.”
OR, everyone thinks Rafe refuses to commit to a relationship, even though you're the one with cold feet.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
word count: 1,5k
warnings: MDNI, mention of sex, but nothing too graphic
author's note: i just wanted to write a short drabble but it just kept going and i'm not sorry. hope you like it, make sure to leave a comment/reblog if you do, i always appreciate it and ily
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You hate hate hate the word situationship.
It's dumb, and it glorifies uncertain terms in relationships and it never ends well.
Unfortunately, you can’t really find another term for the thing you have with Rafe. It’s more than a friends with benefits thing, but definitely not a relationship. Everyone always thinks it’s because of Rafe; that he doesn’t want to commit to a relationship, commit to one girl, and you always laugh it off when someone asks about it, never really denying it, letting them believe that it’s Rafe’s fault for the vague label of your… Thing. It’s easier to let them think what they want instead of admitting that you’re the reason.
You don’t know why you’re scared. Clearly you have some underlying trauma or maybe it was your first boyfriend who treated you shitty, but you just don’t want to call Rafe your boyfriend. Though honestly, to everyone else, it kind of seems like he is.
At every party, the two of you are attached at each other’s hip. Hands linked, pushing through the crowd, while Rafe looks over his shoulder every minute to make sure you’re still safely behind him. On the couch, Rafe is nursing a drink, listening to Topper yap about his new girlfriend, his arm slung around your shoulder while you talk to your friend. You get to a party together, you leave together.
“You know, I think it’s really cute that Rafe seems so protective over you,” Sofia says.
You glance over at her, having snuck outside for a smoke - Rafe doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes, which is ironic, really - and having bumped into the bartender, you two shared a cigarette.
“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”
“Really?”
Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Really. Just friends.”
“Huh.”
You pass the cigarette back to her, hoping it would prevent her from talking any more, and it works. She doesn’t bring it up again.
A couple of hours later, you’re sitting in Rafe’s truck as he drives home. Home, as in his house. His hand is on your thigh, and you’re nearly dozed off, when he speaks up.
“Sofia asked me if I wanted to grab a drink with her.”
That got your attention.
You look over at him, blinking in confusion.
“Sofia Flores?”
“One and only.”
Your first thought is, bitch! Your second thought is, why am I getting mad? You swallow the lump that is forming in your throat and you shrug with your shoulders, leaning back in your seat.
“Okay… Where are you going to take her?”
Rafe doesn’t answer, and for a second you think that he might not have heard you before he clears his throat. “I’ll probably take her to the country club.”
“Uh-huh.”
You glance at him for a split second, before turning away to stare out of the window, frowning deeply. There’s something you want to say, it’s on the tip of your tongue, but before you can gather the courage to say it, Rafe pulls his hand away, the moment dissipating, leaving you simmering in anger, fighting with your emotions.
Despite the tension between the two of you, you still spend the night at his place. You still moan out his name as he fucks you from behind, tugging on your hair the way you like it. He still flips you around when you’re close, his eyes searching yours when you finally come, and you still close your eyes. After he’s finished, going to the bathroom to find a towel to clean you off, Rafe wraps himself around your backside, leaving warm kisses on your neck.
“About tomorrow-” he starts, but you break him off.
“Take her to The Summit,” you say. “She works at the country club, it’s weird if you take her there.”
“… Okay.”
You don’t say anything else, pretending that you’ve fallen asleep but you lay there, awake for hours with Rafe next to you. You hate the idea of Rafe going out with Sofia. She’s pretty. And nice. You could see him falling in love with her and it honestly bothers you more than you’d like to admit. There’s moments you’re so close to turning to Rafe, to tell him something, but you always chicken out. Somewhere during your 20th try, you finally fall asleep.
When you wake up the next morning, you can tell that it’s past noon already, the sun already high on the horizon. The other side of the bed is empty, barely even warm anymore, which means Rafe must have been awake for a while now. Picking up a shirt of his that hangs over a chair, you traipse around to find your panties, tugging them on when Rafe walks into the bedroom, already dressed and ready to go.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” you say, distracted, running your hand through your hair. “Do you want to get breakfast?”
“Actually I just wanted to tell that I was about to leave to go pick up Sofia.”
“Already?” you ask, confused, staring at him.
“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to take her out on the boat.”
“Oh.”
Rafe looks at you. For a very long time. Daring you to say something, but you only look back at him, the lump in your throat returning. Neither of you says anything, so Rafe only nods, grabbing his keys from the dresser.
“You can hang out here if you want, eat something. Don’t know when I’ll be back though,” he said nonchalantly and you ball your hands into fists, not answering because you’re not quite sure if you can keep your voice even. Rafe walks towards the door, when you finally break out of your stupor.
“Rafe.”
He stops in his tracks, halfway out of the room, but he doesn’t look at you. Which honestly, makes all of this a little easier.
“Don’t go on that date.”
To your embarrassment, your voice cracks a little, but you clear your throat, playing it off. Rafe finally turns his head, his eyes finding yours and you manage to hold his gaze.
“Why?”
You roll your eyes with a scoff, having expected that he wouldn’t make it easy on you. Rafe is a proud man, and you… Hurt his pride. Unintentionally, but you did.
“You know why.”
“Say it,” Rafe demands, his forehead creasing. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”
Something broke inside of you, hearing him say it like that, and you take a deep breath as you approach him slowly, your hands shaking as you reach out to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close.
“I’m sorry…” You say. “I hate this… I’m really bad at this feelings shit, but… Don’t go.”
You can tell that Rafe is not entirely convinced, and you know what he wants you to say. Something that you’ve been keeping so closely to your chest, that you never dared to say it out loud, or even think about it, but you know that if you don’t say it now, you might never get to change to say it ever again.
“I love you.”
Rafe’s hands find your waist and the frown on his forehead disappears. Finally. “Took you long enough,” he grunts, still a little upset and the lump in throat starts to get smaller.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you mumble, hiding your face in his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared.”
Rafe doesn’t say anything, a hand coming up to the nape of your neck, tilting your face up so that you’d look at him.
“I get it.”
He leans down to kiss you, and you melt into him, kissing him back, following his directions as he moves you backwards to the bed. You fall backwards on the bed, and Rafe cages you in, but before he can go any further, you stop him, pushing at his chest.
“What?” he says, still leaning in to find your mouth.
“What about Sofia?”
“Fuck Sofia,” Rafe mutters, sucking a hickey on your neck but you swat at him.
“Rafe, no. That’s mean, the least you can do is cancel.”
Rafe groans, drawing back to pull his phone out of his pocket to text Sofia. He shows you the text, raising his brows.
“You happy now?”
“Very.”
He tosses his phone on the bed behind you, and gets back to business, nosing along your clavicle. His phone vibrates, but neither of you pay it any attention, to focused on each other.
Rafe: Sorry, I gotta cancel. Hope you don’t mind.
Sofia: It’s okay, don’t worry about it.
Sofia: Hope you two figured it out.
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author's note: if you thought "this bitch knows nothing about situationships and smoking" while reading this, you're right! hope it's still accurate.
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hotchsstuff · 5 months
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bittersweet - rafe cameron
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summary: rafe didn't realize he was putting you in second place until he had lost you.
pairing: past!rafe x reader, zach maclaren x reader
warnings: rafe is a jerk. hopeful ending. a lot of angst.
you grew up getting used to being someone's second choice. or even third. but when you met rafe cameron, you spent sleepless nights hoping he would choose you.
but it didn't go as you naively thought.
"rafe, wait for me!" you yelled after him, as you grabbed your jacket. "please, wait!"
he promised you he would spend the night in your company and then take you home. that was the only reason why you accepted his invite. you've never been to a college party and you had begged rafe to stay with you, but he didn't.
as soon as you stepped inside the house, rafe left your side. you went to hold his hand but he pulled away, taking long steps to where his friends were sitting.
among them, cassy was sitting on the couch, looking as pretty as ever. she was new in town and apparently caught rafe's attention. his friends would often tease rafe about it.
"go get her, lover!" topper pushed him over, handing him a glass of alcohol.
you felt stupid. why were you even there? did you really believe that he would be interested in you? the captain of the football team? your hopeless heart liked to believe so.
a few days later you asked him to celebrate your birthday together.
you spent hours in the cafeteria waiting for him but he was nowhere to be seen. the staff looked at you with pity and offered you a slice of their cupcake but you politely refused. rafe would show up, right? he knew how much you hated spending that day alone, he couldn't have possibly forgotten, right?
you waited for him all night. he forgot.
when the following day you went to confront him, you stopped in trance when you heard kelce's words.
"i think rafe is actually serious about cassie." he said leaning on the door "i asked him to come over to test some good stuff and he refused. he spent the night at her."
you felt like throwing up.
a few weeks later, you got in a car accident and having no one to rely on, you gave the nurse rafe's phone number. he didn't respond to any of your calls and didn't try to contact you back.
"i'm sorry, miss." she looked at you in sympathy "do you want me to contact someone else?"
you gave her a small smile and shook your head. you were alone.
"angel, i've been calling you for five minutes. what are you thinking about?" zach whispered, pinching your cheeks, snapping you back to reality.
you looked up, feeling your heart warm. you let him pull you in a hug, buring your face in his chest.
"i love you zach." you muttered, enjoying his melodious laugh.
"all of a sudden?" he grinned ear to ear "i love you too, sweetheart.
you and zach met the night of the accident. he was the one who called the ambulance, unbeknownst to you. and he insisted on taking care of you until you got better.
weeks passed and what started as an innocent friendship blossomed into the love story you prayed every night to have.
you and zach had been dating for almost a year now. you were glowing under his care and rafe had become a bittersweet memory.
he had attempted to talk to you but zach was always there, stepping up whenever you felt uncomfortable.
zach had given your heart the time to heal. you no longer felt lonely, he had become your home.
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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: No actual smut but it is 18+, very flirty, sort of dirty talk, I love it though.
A/n: This is an anon request, enemies to lovers/Sarah's best friend with Rafe with the quotes "Go fuck yourself rafe" and "Fuck me yourself you coward"
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My eyes watch him from across the room, my tongue tucked firmly between my teeth to prevent me from calling out to him, to tell him to put a shirt on, stop flaunting it around the house but I keep to myself, mindful of Sarah beside me.
He eyes me carefully through his long ashes, hiding the smirk behind the neck of the beer bottle that he's been nursing for ten minutes, occasionally taking teasing sips, lips wrapping sensually around the tip of the bottle.
He's less tense today, shoulders are looser and he seems less agitated overall. Maybe it's the weed and alcohol running through his system, maybe it's the lack of Rose and Ward, or maybe it's me.
I hope it's me.
He gives me a simple look, nodding towards the stairs and I smile to myself, knowing the look better than anything in this world. It takes a few moments after he leaves for me to slip away from Sarah's side, trying my best to inconspicuously go find him alone without anyone at the party realizing and my plan seems to be successful by the time I reach the stairs alone.
Rafe's standing at the top of the stairs with a stupid grin on his face, head tilted teasingly at me as he extends his hand to me to help me up the rest of the stairs. I take it gladly, loving the feeling I get just from touching him so simply.
"You miss me?" He asks, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest, nose bumping cutely against mine while swaying me gently back and forth, slowly, the opposite tempo of the music bumping downstairs.
"Fuck you, Rafe." I whisper with a grin, pressing myself up on my tip toes to press a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment as he moans lowly, a groan rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck me yourself, you coward." His hand slides up my arm, to my shoulder eventually landing on my neck, fingers wrapping around the column of my throat which forces a giggle from me. "Hiding from my sister, trying not to look at me, you can't even help yourself."
My lips slam against his, pressing him back into the wall behind him with no warning and he laughs against me, hiking my leg up over his waist as he hands work at pushing my dress up my thighs.
"Fuck, I missed you." He whispers against me and I grin wickedly, biting playfully at his lip.
"Show me then."
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