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#outerbanks fanfic
abrunettefangirlnerd · 7 months
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Panic
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Prompt: Rafe has been clean for months but a call from your boyfriend has you both worried he will relapse.
Warning: Mention of drugs, anger, negative self-talk, Ward
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The trees pass me in a blur as I speed down the road to the Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s choked up voice plays on repeat in my ear and I pray I get there in time. His dad is showing once again that Sarah is the preferred child and that no matter what Rafe does that will never change. All that boy wants is to make his father proud and he can’t get so much of a “good job” from him. Nothing else can make my blood boil faster than that man’s negligence toward his only son.
               Rafe called and I could tell that something was wrong immediately. His voice was strained, showing that it is taking all his effort to not break. It didn’t take long for it to. Rafe could never keep anything from me, like the fact he’s worried about relapsing right now. Him being upset is more than enough to have me coming over, but my urgency is from the possibility of him falling to cocaine. I need to get there before he gives up the fight and heads over the Barry’s. He has been 6 months clean, and neither of us want him to throw it away.
               My car barely stops before I grab the key and race inside. I don’t mind the weird glances from Rose and Ward in the kitchen. A little extra furry races through my veins before being replaced once again with concern. If I had more time, and wasn’t warned by Rafe against it, I would be fighting Ward right now in his own home. But my main priority is my boy that is hopefully still upstairs in his bedroom.
               I knock twice but don’t wait for a response before opening the door. My eyes quickly trace each corner of the room before zeroing on him sitting on his bed. His legs hang off the bed and his head is in his hands. Rafe doesn’t move to acknowledge that I am here, he doesn’t move at all.
               I slowly make my way to him, trying my best not to startle him. Getting down on my knees before him I whisper his name and Rafe’s eyes shoot toward mine. They are red and glisining, the surrounding skin swollen due to the salt from is tears. I feel a rip where my heart should be and fight back my own tears at the emotional pain and turmoil he is in. I bring my hand up to the side of his face and softly lean my forehead against his own.
“I’m here,” I whisper not trusting my voice. “I got you.”
               Rafe’s fingers squeeze my hips as he slides to his knees before me. I repeat my words and he begins to aggressively shake his head against mine. I feel him slip away from me. Grabbing his head between my hands I force him to look at me. His eyebrows are scrunched together. Breathing uneven as he momentarily stops to stifle what I assume is a sob. There is a slight quiver of his bottom lip, but his eyes focus on mine and don’t move.
“Rafe baby,” I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. “I can’t imagine what you are feeling. He has no right to treat you the way he does.”
“I’m a fuck up.” His voice cracks.
“You are not a fuck up.” I brush my thumb against his cheek to catch a stray tear. “You are Rafe Cameron. You have a little sister who loves you. Guys that look up to you. There is a whole life in front of you. You’ll make mistakes, and it’s okay. It’s part of it. I do it too. But you are Rafe Cameron. Love of my life. You are not a fuck up.”
               Rafe‘s eyes pierce mine for a moment longer before his body crashes into me. His head presses into my shoulder as that long-suppressed sob emerges. It shakes both of our bodies as we cling onto one another. Rafe wraps the entirety of his arms around me as mine are around his neck. One hand presses between his shoulder blades as my other runs through his hair.
               The clipped sounds exploding from Rafe vibrate to my core and I struggle to fight off my own tears. A few escape and slide down my cheeks as I feel my heart die a little inside. No one deserves this kind of relationship with their father, and least of all Rafe. I think about how early he gets up in the mornings, working all day, getting to know the men, staying after hours to make sure everything is done. All for a man who barely glances in his general direction unless to scrutinize something he has done.
               The rage from before is resurfacing and if it wasn’t for Rafe being in my arms, I would surely give Ward a piece of my mind. I take deep breaths as I turn myself to the situation at hand and focus on Rafe. Slowly his breathing begins to reduce to a more normal pace but his hold on me stays the same. We are in complete silence once his sobbing has subsided. Tears still greet my shoulder occasionally but I think we may be towards the end of it.
“Come on.” I whisper, my voice coarse. I clear my throat softly before speaking again. “Let’s get in bed.”
               Rafe doesn’t say anything but just nods his head as he helps me move. We tear down the comforter in silence and slip in under the covers. I lay on my back while Rafe crawls into a ball, resting his head against my stomach. Immediately, I bring one hand to support his back as the other combs through his hair. Every once in a while I feel a soft moan vibrate against my stomach and a slight smile breaks across my lips. One of Rafes favorite things is head scratches. Every movie night it is inevitable. I love how it keeps him calm.
“I’m sorry.” Rafe sniffles. He is so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. Sorry? Why is he sorry?
“Why are you sorry babe?” Confusion laces my voice and I hope he actually tells me why.
“For making you feel like you had to come. You know… potentially relapsing.” Rafe loops an arm around the front of my waist and softly squeezes. “I’m supposed to be a man, your man. I should be stronger than this.”
Man up, Rafe. You’re going to be man of the house. You have to man up.
               I accidently heard the end of a few disagreements between Ward and Rafe. Most of the time ending with Ward saying something about how Rafe needed to man up, stop being so soft, grow up. While I agreed and understood Ward being pissed when he had to pay off Barry. He shouldn’t have kicked Rafe out, he should have gotten him help. Hung up his pride and helped his son. It shouldn’t have just been me and the guys trying to help him get clean.
“Don’t you ever be sorry. I want you to call me.” I press him in closer to me and I continue to run my fingers through his hair. “It is okay to need someone. Please understand that. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
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undercovercameron · 1 year
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a helping hand
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summary: a special dress for a special girl; and it's also for rafe.
notes: i wrote this a little under the influence a 2 am so it's sorta messy but i love this idea! some choking kink, brief "breeding" kink, hair pulling, etc. enjoy fellow horny people
tags: rafe cameron x reader
word count: 2492
There was this— benefit of sorts that some organization or charity hosted every two years where Ward Cameron was cordially invited to wine and dine with his fellow outstanding businessmen and local public figures. They were to celebrate their accomplishments and enter into a raffle for a motorbike. Probably a big deal to haughty, overdressed people that attend such events. Ward had three plus one tickets. 
And that meant that the individuals that were allowed to come were Ward and Rose and you and Rafe. A couples’ night out. You, dying to wear this new dress you dropped some money in the month earlier, and Rafe, an avid loudmouth dying to gas his own father up and show off some arm candy, were delighted at this invite. When Ward approached you two about it he cautiously invited you and provided numerous reasons why Wheezie and Sarah couldn’t come— he knew it would be a wild night. And wild night it was. 
“Jesus Christ,” is the first thing that Rafe says when he enters his bedroom and sees you in all your glory. 
The dress was long and smooth, a dark blue silk draping all your curves in luxurious midnight. It was fitted around the top, showcasing the tops of your tits and highlighting the single-diamond necklace you wore after your and Rafe’s six months. A slit up the side showed your freshly-exfoliated and shining legs, a part you knew would appeal to your date. It was pure sin. 
“Y/N,” he murmurs, hands coming to your waist, and you turn slightly from your place putting on the earrings to have a cheeky look at him. His lips are parted, eyes wide, eyebrows high. He looks shocked. “I don’t know if we should go tonight, baby.” He nudges you into the dresser, chest pressed to your back, and pushes his face into your hair. “You smell so good…” A large hand slides down your flank, just feeling you, and he groans. 
“Thank you.” You look at his silhouette in the mirror, fiddling with the last earring, and turn around. “When are we leaving?” You fiddle with the material of his tie, tone casual.
“Soon,” he says immediately, eyes on everything except yours. “Five.”
He stares at your cleavage, something sparkling in his eyes. You hum in apprehension and somewhat disappointment, taking in how he looks in his suit. It’s well-fitted, tight on the legs and wide up top, and you smooth a hand down his lapel. 
“You look so handsome,” you whisper, glossy lips mesmerizing in the light, and he finds your face again. “Maybe they have a family bathroom at the event.” You rub a thumb at his tie, and he nearly shivers. Again with your tone. 
He pushes your chin up with a bent finger, and bows to give you a kiss. You taste like vanilla and mouthwash. His hands slink around your hips and grab a cheekful of your ass, squeezing when you lean into him. You hook your arms around his neck, making a surprisingly high-pitched noise into his mouth when he presses a thumb right about your pantyline. You jerk, surprised at the pressure, and settle when he pulls away. 
“You have to go downstairs.” He says, lips shiny with the lip gloss transfer, and his cheeks flush. You pout, dropping your hands. “Hey—don’t give me that look.” He grasps your jaw in his palm, tilting you up for one more kiss. “I’m not done with you tonight.”
Your eyebrow slightly quirks up, but then you reach behind you for your clutch and start for the door. 
“Take your time, big boy.”
“Shut up,” he says under his breath, turning away from you and sitting down on his bed. 
(Okay, dirt bikes. Ice cream. Steak. Playing basketball. Sunrise. Fuck, you love the sunrises. God damn it. Okay. Grandma’s funeral.)
It still takes him six minutes to settle down and calm the erect situation before heading out to the car. Where you await, legs crossed politely with just a hint of a thigh garter that makes him loudly curse. 
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“Did we buy new flossers?” Rafe asks from the bathroom, probably inspecting his perfect and flawless teeth in the mirror at close range. 
“I think so. Check the drawer,” You call back from the closet, pulling the last of the zipper and letting the fabric of your gorgeous dress fall to the floor in a heap. You step out of it, smirking at yourself in the mirror, and turn off the light. 
You’re on the bed, expertly laid down with your legs crossed on your side when Rafe emerges from the bathroom in only his dress pants and shirt unbuttoned. You say nothing, mindlessly scrolling on Instagram, as he takes a good long look at you. 
“Was this under your dress?” He asks quietly, and you turn your phone off and set it on the bedside table. 
“Maybe.” You look up at him through your long false eyelashes, eyes wide and unassuming. “You didn’t have time to see.”
“I see now,” he says, nearly under his breath, and touches a hand at your stomach. 
What you’ve chosen for this occasion is something you’ve never done for him before. You’re cinched in lace and satin, a black corset and garters to match the delicately detailed bra and panties with little midnight blue roses at the crest. It’s luxurious. A pretty penny, much like your dress, but well worth it for just the look on his face. 
He smooths his palm over your thigh, feeling the lace rub at his skin, and he closes his eyes so as to not either groan like a porn star or yell. 
“Come here.” He says, hand bracing your waist, and you struggle to sit up and crawl towards him. He takes your jaw in both of his hands, bringing you up just close enough to hover over his mouth before freezing. He takes a good look at you, mourning your non-waterproof mascara, and fixes you with a kiss so good you nearly shake. You moan immediately into his mouth, parting to move with his lips, and shuffle closer. He has his hands on your upper torso, keeping you impossibly far from him. He hums into your mouth and you groan right back. 
A hand breaks from its place on your ribs and sneaks lower, feeling your corset and the wire of it under a thumb. It passes over your hip bone and lightning-quick he shoves his hand right past the crotch of your underwear. You gasp into his mouth, back straightening at the sensation, and you feel him smile as you squeeze your eyes together. His two middle fingers rub at your slick, just liking the feeling, and you shiver. He crooks his middle finger until it is pressing up right against your clit and strokes you. 
“Fuck,” you mutter against his lips, wanting desperately to look down at his hand in your panties, but his other hand is against your neck and guiding you with the strength you know he has. 
You’re gripping at his shirt so tight your knuckles flash white, and your wrist nearly starts to shake. “Please,” you murmur, wanting to fall back and be used, but he rotates his hand on your neck to just above your Adam's apple and presses into you. You fall silent, hips moving with his two fingers now pushing through your folds and seeking the place they know so well. He brings his thumb down to your clit and showers it in the attention it deserves, rendering you in shambles. His mouth parts from yours with the help of his hand around your throat, and he just breathes you in. You gasp and shiver with your cheek against his bowed head, a hand coming up to claw at his strong shoulder, and you feel him grin. 
“Fuck, Rafe,” you nearly cry, eyes squeezing shut in a whine. 
“Sweet girl,” he whispers, just for you, into your ear. Your head tilts back in the feeling of the tips of his fingers reaching your g-spot and his thumb hammering into your clit, and you feel the sweat accumulate on your lower back. He is working you here. With a passion unseen before tonight. “There you go.”
You quake through your orgasm, trembling against his shoulder, and your flushed chest heaves with the effort. Your forehead falls towards his collarbone, and you catch your breath while breathing in his worn-off cologne from earlier. It’s sweet, and you pet his bare chest with one cool hand. 
“I want to be on my stomach,” you say, brushing past his stubbly jaw to look him in the eyes. He licks his lips, nodding, and moves to yank the shirt off of his back. You fumble to get his belt off and unzip his pants but then—
You dip, fingers tight on his dick through his underwear, and move the waistband aside to lick once at his beautifully flushed dick. You bounce back up, biting your lips and he fixes you with a look. A look that says don’t play with me right now. 
He gets his pants down and you unzip the corset, needing desperately to breathe for once. He watches you before shucking the underwear off and pressing a kiss to your mouth. You throw the corset to the right, lost in his taste, and in a second he pulls away and pushes you onto your stomach. You bounce pathetically on the mattress, exhaling in a huff that blows your bangs up and out of the way. He clambers onto the bed, nearing your backside, and grabs you by the hips to push you onto your knees. Your back arches perfectly and you cast a look over your shoulder at him. He’s, once again, admiring you. Well, more graphic parts of you this time. 
You reach an arm across your back, wanting to feel him, and he takes your hand in his. He rubs a warm thumb at your soft skin. But then he grabs you tightly and pushes into you in one swift motion. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut, and your knees wobble slightly. 
“Fuck,” you breathe, fist clenching the pillow, and brace yourself for impact. He pulls a little bit out and pushes back in, quicker this time, and you feel your eyes start to gather wetness. He’s so big, and he feels a sense of urgency at all times that forces him to fuck into you quickly and deep. It makes you clench around him and jerk your hips back, which only spurs him on.
God, the smell of you. He could have you every day like this for the rest of his life if it was up to him. The way you shudder, the way you breathe, how your abdomen shakes with the effort of seeking him. It makes him almost weak.
He readjusts his grip on your wrist, taking it in his whole hand, and pulls you back at the same time as thrusting into you. You groan into his pillow, mouth already slightly drooling, and you feel the sweat on your skin again. 
“Feels so good,” he says breathlessly, halfway into a groan, and you jerk back against him with a grunt. “Oh, yeah?” He asks, probably grinning down at you devilishly, and grabs a handful of your hair. Your neck jerks back and smarts, and your mouth parts in a silent whimper. 
“So. good.” Your eyes flutter open, staring up at the ceiling, and try to clench down on him like you know he likes. He nearly growls and starts fucking into you with purpose that bruises your hips. You just sit and take it, wrecked noises falling from your lips and your chest heaving with the effort. 
“Like that?” He asks sarcastically when he pulls you up to his head with his mouth pressed to your ear. “Just like that?”
“Yes,” you sigh, head limp against his shoulder, and squeeze again. He grips harshly at your hips and pulls you back onto him, a lewd noise echoing through the room at your skin connecting. “So good for me, so good,” you babble, voice trailing off into nonsense, and Rafe’s chest swells with pride.
Not only is he lucky to have you like this, but he’s privileged enough (that’s for sure) to draw these noises from your pretty little throat. 
His hand not currently keeping you tethered to his chest reaches down and fumbles for your clit, flicking it between two fingers lightning-fast. You groan, mouth wide, and let yourself be played like a violin. He knows exactly how to touch you and when to touch you, and it makes you even more in love with him. 
The tightness in your abdomen finally gives, and then you’re shaking around his fingers and crying out to any of the gods above. God, he gets you like this like no one else. 
“Yes, baby,” you say slowly, per-syllable, and press a hand to his hard stomach. “Please—inside me. Please.” 
You’re begging, and it only makes him curse to himself and press his forehead down on your shoulder, wet lips moving. 
“Fucking love you,” he grunts, and pushes down hard onto your lower stomach right as the dam snaps and he cums deep. You shiver, breathing hard, and just lay against him for a second. 
“Oh my, God,” you sigh, suddenly feeling all the warmth of your body rush back. 
“Mhm,” he hums, panting against you, and tries desperately to catch his breath. His palms smooth down your sides as a means of comfort, and you relish in the feeling.
He falls to the mattress with a hmph, eyes closing as his head makes contact with a pillow. His eyebrows draw suddenly, and he arches his back with a pained look on his face. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he says, voice strained, and you fall next to him, concerned. “My back.”
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, lips downturned. You curl an arm around his torso and throw a leg over his two, essentially forcing him to flatten. 
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He looks down at you with a whisper of a smile on his lips, suddenly sentimental. “‘S not every day I get a girl like you,” he mutters.
You hum in accordance, sitting up with an elbow pressed to the mattress.
“It’s not every day I find a man who will do Cher karaoke with me.”
He groans, rolling away from you onto his side.
“What?” You laugh, grinning, and claw a hand at his bicep to tug him back. He resists.“It was one time, and I was drunk.” His voice is muffled by the stuffing of his pillow, and you can already imagine his pout. “You just won’t admit you can hit the high notes in Believe.” You whisper, and he groans so loud you spur into another round of laughter.
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darkscrossfire · 1 year
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New Rafe Cameron fanfic idea!
Ive had a fanfic plot lingering in my head foreverrr and I had no idea who to write it about, but i’ll finally decided it shall be Rafe! :D
The overall vibe is very inspired by The Devil All The Time. The fic includes Priests son!Rafe who although was raised in quite an esteemed in holy household, his actions say otherwise. This fic is on the darker side, but knowing Rafe, that isn’t too unusual.
If you’d like to see any scenes/scenarios, please let me know!
Here’s a sneak peek into what it’ll be like :)
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rafesbabes · 2 years
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MEETING RAFE
Meeting Rafe
This is my first writing, so please be kind! Also I wrote this within 30 minutes so it’s probably very rushed. I really hope you guys like it! Xx
Summary: You’ve just moved to OBX and cannot wait to start fresh. Leaving your past behind, all of the drama, all of the chaos. Little did you know, you were about to walk right into the best chaos of your life. You meet Rafe for the first time and tension rises.
Warnings: A little smut at the end (fem receiving). Spanking. 18+ readers only. 1500 Words
Photo isn't mine! The writing is my own so please don't take credit, but please feel free to reblog the hell out of it! x ..........
You had met Sarah Cameron at school within the first few weeks and it was so refreshing to meet such an amazing girl, so similar to you. She didn’t share too much about her family and her past, but then again neither did you, so you didn’t mind. She had mentioned her brother Rafe, but almost in a cautionary way. You weren’t sure whether going to a private school would turn out to be a nightmare, but it had to be better than your old school. Anything had to be better than that. You had been invited to Sarah’s house after school to get some sun in their beautiful backyard pool, which was a welcomed distraction from your usual routine of afternoon homework.
You decided to wear your new high-cut red string bikini right underneath your school uniform, so you would be pool ready. As you stepped out of your Jeep onto the Camerons' beautifully pebbled driveway, you felt your skirt ride up almost exposing your peach.
You walked up to the massive white door, pausing for a moment to take in the intricate design. You softly knocked on the door, careful not to stir up too much noise. Within a minute, the door peeled open, revealing a tall, toned, beautiful man. He wore navy blue shorts exposing tanned, strong thighs, and a white linen shirt, buttons open and skin glistening with sweat. He raised his eyebrows confused, waiting for you to speak.
“H-Hi. I’m y/n, I’m meeting Sarah.”
Rafe smirks, looking you up and down, lifting his backwards cap to run his hands through his tousled hair.
It was after a few long seconds that you realized you were still staring at his carefully concealed abs, following the line straight down his stomach.
“Hm” he says, standing out of the way of the door to let you through.
You emerged into a grand foyer, the ceiling soaring above you. You twirled around, a little too fast, almost losing your balance.
“Woah there new girl” Rafe says as he was suddenly next to you, steading you by your arm.
“I-I’m okay” You stammered, feeling the grip of his soft and strong fingers on you.
He stood back and leaned against the white banister of the staircase and gazed at you.
“I just moved here” you say, trying to close the tension in the room.
“Yeah, I would’ve remembered how that uniform looked” Rafe smirked.
“You’re Rafe” you says, in more of a question.
“So, you’ve heard of me” he says cockily.
Just then Sarah bounded down the stairs in a flowery open button down and white shorts, black bikini top exposed. “Rafe, leave” She demanded rolling her eyes.
“I’m not bothering her, am I y/n?” He winked at you, making heat travel from your cheeks down to your core.
Sarah dragged me by the hand through the all-white kitchen, through the glass sliding doors leading to a magnificent pool. Trees lined the edges of the property, maintaining privacy.
“Sorry about him. He’s such an ass.” Sarah explained.
“He wasn’t so bad” you say, unsure if you should shit talk your new friend’s brother so quickly.
As you reach to discard your shirt, Sarah peels off her clothes and dives into the blue water.
You drop the blue polo shirt on the lounge chair, looking towards the house. You see Rafe with a bottled water in his hand, leaning against the sliding door, staring at you hungrily. Feeling the heat between you, and most of all trying to assert your dominance over the situation, you stare into his eyes. He wipes off a drop of water that trickled down his chin, as you teasingly slide the skirt down your legs, revealing a red cheeky bikini. Not wasting anytime, you swivel your body around, ass facing Rafe. You bend down to tuck your cellphone into your folded uniform, feeling the cheeky bottoms expose more skin towards Rafe’s direction.
Feeling satisfied with that tease, you smirk over your shoulder and dive in.
Three hours later.
“You can shower if you want. No one’s home. Rafe left and dad and Rose aren’t here. My room’s on the right” Sarah says.
You haven’t stopped thinking about Rafe since you first met eyes with him. You were curious what he was about, and most of all you were curious about the energy you were exchanging.
You walked up stairs as Sarah napped under the canopy by the pool, taking in the golden hour’s sun rays. You grabbed the railing with your right hand, thinking of how many times Rafe’s sun-kissed hands must have run up and down it. You arrived at the top of the stairs, confronted by two directions with rooms. Unsure where the hallway may lead you, you stepped quietly down the ride-side hallway with your hand holding your hair on top of your head, careful not to drip water on their expensive floor.
Staring at a closed door that could be Sarah’s, you slowly open the door. It hit you immediately that this was not Sarah’s room. Rafe’s clothes strewn on the bed, boxers on the floor. You hesitated to walk further in, but your curiosity overcame you like a wave. Right when you walked in, you heard a noise downstairs, that made you jump.
“Shit” you say.
Turning to run out of the room, you were met by the doorway with a heavy-breathing Rafe.
His eyes grew dark at the sight of you, and you stepped back unsure if he would flip his shit seeing you in his room.
“Find what you were looking for?” Rafe asks.
“Well, I was looking for the shower, s-sorry.” You say, slipping past him. Shit.
“Hm” he says, not believing you.  He walked you to the door of Sarah’s room, pointing to the door of the bathroom.
“The shower is located in the bathroom, not my room” he says with a bite in his voice.
“No shit” you say, rolling your eyes.
“What did you say to me?” He fumes.
“Nothing.” You say. Turning away from him, peeling the bikini top off your body, you cover your nipples and stare into his eyes over your shoulder. “Are you gonna leave?” You say teasingly.
“I don’t think you want me to y/n.” He steps toward you tracing his finger down the center of your back, down your spine to the top of your cheeky bikini. Feeling his heat behind you, you turn around to connect his lips onto yours.
The tension between you two clouded your mind’s telling you this was not a good idea. You didn’t care if this was a good idea or not. You just needed to feel his hands on you.
Before you knew it, he bent you over the bathroom counter, facing the large mirror. Your breasts touched the cold countertop, making them perk up.
“Mm” he groaned, “tell me what you want.”
You didn’t answer, trying to taunt him a little more.
A stinging sensation hits your ass as his hand strikes a slap on your right ass cheek. He rubs it with his warm fingers before he lands a second slap, making you moan.
“Is this what you wanted?” He lands a third slap.
“You’ve been staring at me all day, teasing me. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I need it” You say.
Just then he plunged two fingers into your core, moving at a steady pace, all while keeping his eyes locked on yours through the reflection of the mirror.
“F-faster” You gasp.
“You want more? Huh princess? You feel so warm around my fingers.” He sucked air through his teeth.
“R-Rafe. Please.” His fingers plunging in and out of you were too much to handle, so you reached back for his hard dick, forgetting there were shorts in the way.
“tsk- tsk princess, you don’t get it just yet” Rafe chuckles. “So needy for me and we’ve just gotten started.”
His lips connected with the side of your neck, his dick pressing against the curve of your back, sending you over the edge. Your legs shake violently as he holds up your body to keep you from collapsing onto the cold countertop. “Say my name” he says.
“R-Raaafe” you barely manage.
“Good girl” He says with a smirk.
He slaps your ass one more time, making you jump. “Welcome to OBX.”
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theaterkidbookie · 9 months
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a couple of days late but Chapter 6!
“What are we?”JJ practically choked on his beer because of how off topic this subject was.
“Uhm- What do you want to be?”
“I think that’s up to you, Jayge.”
“What? No feministic views tonight?” She shook her head, hoping for a certain question, “Fine,” he blushed lightly, but enough for Kiara to see, “I don't even know what to say. You know damn well I don’t do this type of shit.”
“That’s why I’m making you do it,” Kiara giggled.
“Ooh she’s plotting against me now! Maybe I need to rethink this…”
“No! You haven't even asked me yet! No backing out!” She said standing up and he followed her action and stood up with her.
“Do you wanna, maybe, go out with me sometime,” he said playing with the hair behind his neck, “I kinda sorta may have money now and I have a real big crush on ya, Kie.”
“I would love to maybe go out with you sometime,” she smiled softly, “But I don’t think you asked the right question,” she joked.
“Yea? And what question is that?” He smiled
“Do you wanna be…” she paused for a minute.
“Yea? Do I wanna be what, Kiara? A dog? You gotta finish your sentence,” he joked.
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xoxo-author · 1 year
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Lonely
I have finally decided to start branching out and writing for more characters! I am definitely obsessed with Rafe from Outerbanks... not the murderer part...
Rafe Cameron x Reader(f)
Fic is based off of Lonely by Justin Bieber
Warnings: Drugs, Language( I think 1 word), Wheezie acting out of character
Wheezie?"
I squint as I pull back my phone to see if the call was still connected after not getting a response. "Wheezie, what is it?"
I hear her take in a shaky breath and a sniffle, making me realize that this is something serious as Wheezie never cries. 
"Rafe relapsed."
That is all it took for me to spring up from my bed, grab my car keys, and rush out the door while telling Wheezie to stay on the phone with me. 
My mind raced with what seemed like a million ideas as to why Rafe had relapsed, the majority of my ideas all centered around Ward. Rafe was doing so well. He got clean, graduated high school at the top of his class, had multiple offers to colleges, and scouts looking into him for the major leagues of Lacrosse. I was so proud of him for getting his life back on track. It literally killed me to see him coked out almost every night and on the nights he wasn't doing coke, he would be taking god knows what pills.
I know how important getting clean to him was. He wanted, wants, a better life for himself. I remember him coming to me asking for help. It was a random Tuesday right at the beginning of our senior year. He climbed through my window, talking about how he wanted to change, wanted to be a better person for himself, for Wheezie, and for me. Rafe wanted to be a better role model for Wheezie than their dad was and he couldn't do that if he doing drugs. 
Rafe got sober and the summer after we graduated was probably one of the best summers we've ever had. Rafe moved out of Ward's house, Wheezie practically moved in with him, the three of us were taking trips to different colleges like our lives depended on it, and just overall having a good time living our lives. 
Wheezie was sitting on the front steps as I pulled in and even from afar you could tell she has been through hell tonight.
If she saw through my small reassuring smile, she didn't say anything rather wrapping her arms tightly around me the minute I was in arms reach, "I am going to fix this Wheez,  I promise."
The house was eerily quiet when we entered, there wasn't the same warm feeling that I usually got when I came over. The house felt empty, cold even. 
"Wheezie, I want you to go up to your room, shut the door, turn on a movie or try to go to bed. I don't want you to coming into his room, it's going to be really rough and that's not something I want you to see."
I follow Wheezie up the stairs, keeping an eye on her as she makes her way down the hall, t her bedroom. Before she enters, she looks back at me, eyes pleading with me, asking me to promise that he was going to be okay. I offer her a small nod and a very small smile before she walked into her room and shut the door. 
Turning on my heel I make my way down the hall, to the opposite side of the house. 
I come to a stop at his door, letting my eyes close and my head fall back as I pray to everyone and anyone to let him be okay, to make sure that I was not walking in on a dead body. I take in a very deep breath and hold it as I grasp the door handle, twisting and pushing the door open. 
I quickly close the door, pushing my back up against it as it shuts. 
My gaze quickly finds Rafe, slumped up against a wall, head lulled to the side. His hair was greasy and unkept, his clothes were wrinkly and I'm pretty sure his shirt had throw up on it. Rafe looked very pale which was quite a contrast to his usual tanned skin. 
Before I could even blink, my feet are carrying me across his room, my hands reaching out to grasp his face as I bend down in front of him, "Rafe?"
It took a second but Rafe finally opened his eyes about halfway, a small smile making its way onto his face as he realizes it was me, "Hi bubbles."
 I move some hair out of his eyes, "Hi."
His eyes start to water as he looks at me, "I fucked up."
If my heart wasn't broken before it was now. I had never seen him look so broken, so defeated. It took everything I had not to break down and cry, "It's okay, we're going to fix it. First, let's get you cleaned up."
Using every ounce of strength I had mixed with the little help from Rafe, I managed to get him up off the floor.  I pull his arm around my shoulders before wrapping both of my arms around his waist as we slowly make our way to the bathroom. 
I make sure he is stable sitting on the toilet before moving to turn on the shower making sure the water was warm. 
Turning back to him, I grab the back of his t-shirt and pull it off of him, tossing it somewhere in the bathroom before bending down to grab the band of his shorts. Rafe seems to get the idea and lifts his hips up so I could pull them down his legs. 
I grab his forearms and pull him up, letting him turn to face the shower while I wrap my arms around his waist. We stumble our way into the shower together, the warm water welcoming and relaxing. I lay my head against his back while the water washes over him. 
After giving him a few minutes of silence, the one burning question that has been on my mind finally comes out, "What happened Rafe?"
I feel him take a deep breath in, his hands coming up to squeeze mine as they were still wrapped around him, letting his head hang, "Growing up I thought it was so cool that everyone knew who I was. They would hear Rafe Cameron and automatically know. When I got to high school, I realized that people feared that name and I loved it."
There were so many times I saw people cower and avoid eye contact with him when they heard his name, when they saw him, and when his family entered the room. 
"There was always a small part of me that knew that a name should not cause fear or a reaction like that but I pushed that feeling down. Having the Cameron name, being Ward's son, meant that I had everything I could have ever wanted. I had the cars, the money, the girls, the parties, and the drugs. I knew that I could get away with anything and everything because of my name. It really was the best feeling in the world. The world was mine for the taking all because of my name."
His grip on my wrists tightens as he continues, "Having the Cameron name meant that everyone knew everything about me. My entire life was open to the public, there was never an opportunity for me to have something just for myself, it was like they knew stuff about me before I did. There was the time I overdosed, I was so sick. I was throwing up everywhere, I couldn't eat, couldn't drink, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. No one cared about it then but they sure do like to bring it up at almost every gathering."
His voice was barely above a whisper at this point but I heard him loud and clear, " I am so lonely bubbles...and I just couldn't take it anymore."
There was no way I could stop the tears from flowing, "Rafe I am so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?"
"And be a burden to you? Hold you back from living your life? I couldn't do that to you."
"Rafe you are my life and there's nothing I wouldn't give to make sure you were happy."
He and I stand, molded together under the water for what seems like forever. I think the water ran cold by the time he actually started to clean himself up. 
Rafe leans up against the wall of the shower while I step out, quickly peeling the wet shirt from my body and wrapping a towel around myself before grabbing a towel for him. I made sure he was sitting down on the toilet as he began to dry himself off before heading back into his room to grab him a pair of dry boxers and steal a shirt for myself. 
I throw the towel over the shower rod as he pulls his boxers up, helping him walk slowly to his bed. Rafe plops down, one eye popping open to look at me, "I love you bubbles, more than a best friend should."
"Tell me when you're sober."
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I had been up for hours by the time Rafe woke up. I had cleaned his entire room, making sure to clean up the mess from last night.  I was zipping up the last duffel when Rafe pushes himself up, setting his elbows on his knees while his hands held his head. 
My voice was small as I greeted him, "Hi."
I was absolutely heartbroken, I had no idea my best friend was suffering, and hurting and I feel like I was partly to blame. I left for college and didn't even consider thinking that Rafe might relapse. I didn't think to ask more often than I did how he was feeling, and if everything was okay. 
"Morning Bubbles."
Rafe glances over his shoulder, eyeing up the duffles that were lined up before looking up at me.
"You're going to come back to Wilmington with me. My roommates already know about it and they're cool with it. You are coming with me whether you like it or not. Wheezie is going home, she's okay with it. We're going to get you clean and back on track, and when that happens Wheezie is going to come down and visit, hell she can even move down there if she wants. I need you to get dressed so we can go grab my things and get on the road."
I grab the duffle bags in my hand, placing a kiss on his forehead before exiting his room. 
Wheezie was already downstairs by the time I got here, her bags all packed, and sat beside her as she finished her cereal. 
I sit with her while she finished, neither of us saying anything. 
My eyes follow her as she moves around the kitchen, placing her bowl in the sink, and putting the box of cereal away. She walks back over to where she was sitting before reaching down to grab her bag, nodding at me once she stood back to full height. I smile at her before grabbing Rafe's duffle bags, the both of us heading outside 
Wheezie sits on the porch while I put Rafe's things in my car, coming back to sit with her once they were secured in my trunk, "He's going to be okay, right?"
I throw my arm around her and pull her into my side, "He's going to be just fine, I promise. You're going to come to visit as soon as he's back on track. I'll get him back to being his old self."
She and I sit in silence for a while, listening to the waves crash, finding comfort in the way the wind blew. 
Just as Rose's car pulls up, the front door opens and outsteps Rafe. While he wasn't looking like his usual self, he looked ten times better than he did last night. A pair of sweats covered his long legs while an old high school lacrosse sweatshirt adorned his upper half, his hair was messy but in the usual Rafe fashion. 
The moment Rafe is within reach, Wheezie wraps her arms as tightly as she could around his waist, Rafe following her lead. 
"I am so sorry Wheezie. I am so sorry you had to see me like that again, that you had to call for help, that I let you down."
Wheezie looks up at him, a few stray tears escaping her eyes, "Please get better, I want my big brother back."
Rafe nods before squeezing her against him again only pulling away when Rose honks her horn. 
Rafe and I watch silently as Wheezie grabs her bag and rushes down the steps to her mom, stopping before she gets in the car to look back, waving one last time before getting in the car. 
I wait until the car is out of view before looking up at him, "Ready?"
Looking down at me, nodding,  "Ready."
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rafeysbafey · 4 months
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pogue!reader, slight sexual innuendos towards end
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“rafe noo,” you whined, tugging on his sleeve as he lead you toward the nail salon you were at just two weeks prior.
“you can’t keep spending money on me.”
here you were, your kook boyfriend spoiling you every chance he got.
you grew up on the cut, living paycheck to paycheck ever since you could remember.
so when you became the rafe cameron’s girlfriend, it was a shock to you how little money meant to him.
“no one’s forcing me to do this, y/n,” he stated, looping his fingers with yours as he opened the door to the salon.
“now go get your pretty little nails done.”
you let out a small groan before browsing all the colors, finally settling on a light blue color, one that rafe was very fond of.
he would never complain about how long it took when he waited for you, insisting on sitting right next to you the entire time.
this was the same routine every two weeks, you’d get a fill for your nails and a pedicure.
about an hour went by for each service, rafe now holding your shoes and bag as you walked out with flip flops on.
he held the door open, letting you slip in before placing your items by your feet and kissing your temple.
when he got in the car, you leaned over the console to peck his cheek, your hand finding home in his.
“do you like the color?” you asked, watching as he inspected your nails, pretending to think.
“my favorite color on my favorite girl,” he hummed, kissing your knuckles before turning to you, full adoration in his eyes.
“thank you for paying.”
he leaned in to kiss you softly, hand dropping from yours to cup your face, the action having you lean into his touch.
“i like seeing my girl happy.”
you blushed at the comment, smiling softly as you gave him one last kiss.
as you went to pull away, he brought you in closer to whisper in your ear.
“i can’t wait to see them wrapped around me tonight.”
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xorafe · 22 days
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cam girl (part seven)
pairing rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
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summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.
{ part one } { part two } { part three }
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Rafe’s hands are immediately all over you.
The front door shuts behind him and his teeth are nipping at the crook of your neck, his fingers digging into your waist, making you melt beneath him.
He pushes you backwards, your butt hitting the hard edge of your kitchen table. You breathe in the smell of his sharp cologne, having it committed to memory by now.
He couldn’t get through a minute of you on camera before rushing over to your apartment. The feeling of the power you have over him is like a drug.
He’s hard against you and you feel like even though the bra and panties you’re wearing for him are the skimpiest things you own, there’s too much fabric on your body. You want to be entirely naked for him.
The legs of the table rock and you hear one of your textbooks fall and slam onto the tile floor as you both clamber towards your bedroom.
You’re on your back in your bed when you watch Rafe feverishly pull off his shirt and jeans, acting like he can’t move fast enough, stripping down to his briefs.
You drink him in, how big and commanding he is, how taut the muscles that line his body are. This man could have any girl. But he’s in your bedroom.
Rafe’s rough when he kneels down and puts his hands below your knees, pushing your thighs against your chest. You’re curled into the tight position, short of breath.
“Don’t pull that shit with me again,” he mutters the first words between you since he arrived, his mouth inches away from yours. “Don’t…” Rafe shakes his head like he can’t find the words. “It wasn’t funny.”
You look up at him with wide eyes, quickly grasping that he’s referring to your spat last night. You nod, your mind replaying the way he stormed out.
Don’t tease him when he shows any sort of concern for you. Got it.
You know better than to think that it actually messed with him to think something happened to you. He was pissed because you didn’t obey him. You’re his property. He doesn’t actually care.
“Okay,” you whisper.
“Fuck,” he chuckles, looking down at you. “You already made a mess.”
You follow his gaze, seeing the moisture on your pink underwear.
You’re grateful the moment of confrontation was so short, brushed away so quickly. You don’t want to fight with him. You just want to fuck.
“All I had to do was think about you,” you tell him.
“You get that wet for me only, huh, baby?” he taunts. “I don’t think you should wear panties anymore if this is what I do to you.”
“Whatever you want,” you say, completely submissive to him.
“That’s fucking right, whatever I want,” he states. “Is this pussy gonna squirt for me tonight?”
“Yes.” You promise yourself you’ll do whatever the hell it takes to do it for him. His eyes are on you as his thumb rubs over your clit.
“Every time you get close to cumming, tell me,” he orders you. He shifts to put his hand on your face to force you to look at him, squeezing your cheeks like he did last night. “I want you to be so desperate to cum that once I let you, it fucking spills out of you, understand?”
You can only nod, at a loss for words. Every time you think he can’t get any hotter, he proves you wrong.
“Understand?” Rafe repeats sternly.
“Yes.”
“Where’s that toy I bought you?”
You wordlessly point to the nightstand’s drawer. He moves off the bed, digging into his jeans to pull out his phone first. He remotely turns on the vibrator, tossing his phone on your bed.
When he presses the toy against your clit over your panties, you shudder.
“Fuck,” you groan, your voice weak. He hovers over you, watching you writhe.
“I put it on the highest setting, princess,” he drawls. “Feels good, huh? You like when I buy you shit like this? You like whoring yourself out for me?”
“I fucking love it,” you say. “I’m your slut.”
“Say that again,” Rafe demands.
“I’m your slut.”
“Yeah, you fucking are.” The sound of his deep voice mixed with the buzzing toy is perfection.
The vibrations make your hips involuntarily buck and you groan. Your body tenses.
“I’m close,” you whisper. He moves the toy off of you.
“Already?” Rafe’s tone is mocking. He snaps your bra strap against your collarbone. “Take this shit off.”
You obey and he slips his fingers beneath the thin band of your panties and drags them off, leaving you entirely naked.
He pushes the backs of your thighs down hard again, putting you into the same curled position he started with. Your knees are almost next to your ears and the way he’s contorting you is blissfully painful.
He taps his dick over your pussy before he shoves into you with a long exhale, filling you entirely, sliding in so damn easily.
“Whatever happened to liking it slow?” you provoke him, thinking back to your first cam session.
“I’m…” Rafe’s smile is lazy. “I’m fucking addicted to you now. I’m not taking anything slow anymore.”
His words make you feel high. His gaze is focused on where his body is meeting yours, and you take in the sight of him sitting up on his knees and thrusting into you, his stomach muscles flexing.
Rafe’s lips are parted and turned up into a smile while he watches your pussy take him in.
“Goddamn,” he says. He pulls out of you and reaches for his phone. You realize he wants to record you as he points the camera at your pussy, then buries his cock into you again.
You watch as he uses his thumb to push up past your clit, stretching you so his camera captures every part of you.
Rafe pulls out, then pushes in again, watching his screen with his bottom lip trapped under his teeth. He’s so fucking dazed right now, savoring the way you take all of him, entertained by how he can use you.
He withdraws, leaving your cunt empty again. With his phone lowered to film you closer, he curls two fingers into you, making you moan as he twists his wrist to feel you at a different angle, knuckles nudging against your walls.
Rafe is playing with you like the toy that you are and you can’t help but feel satisfied that he’s so fucking enamored by you. You think back to when he called you his dream girl and you know he wasn’t just saying that. He looks like he’s under a spell.
After he pulls his fingers out, he stretches your lips apart with his forefinger and middle finger, displaying you like you’re a work of art.
Blue eyes trail up to meet yours and Rafe looks nothing short of captivated. It almost makes you shy that he’s gazing at you like this. You realize how odd it is to feel that way after everything you’ve done together.
“What?” you laugh. He only tosses his phone back onto your bed before pushing down on your hamstrings, positioning himself to enter you again.
“Fuck,” you shudder at his force. “That’s so fucking good.”
“I can use this pussy whenever I want, huh?” he groans, his tip hitting your cervix.
“Mhm, baby,” you promise, your breath growing faster.
Rafe leans over you, putting even more weight on your legs, forcing them tighter against your chest. It makes it even harder to breathe, but you love when he’s rough.
His balls hit your ass with every solid pummel, your mattress springs digging into your back from the way he has you folded over yourself.
The familiar sensation builds up in you and you groan, wishing you didn’t have to stop him.
“Cl-close,” you whisper, putting a hand on his chest. Rafe pulls out quickly, rubbing his slick cock.
He aggressively pulls your legs down and shifts to hover over you, his knees framing your face.
To your sick delight, he reaches for his phone again. You look up at the camera pointed at you through low lids, your lips parting when he puts the tip of his dick against your chin.
“What’d you call yourself, baby?” Rafe asks behind the phone, recording you. You truly feel like his personal pornstar now, the sinfulness of what he’s doing turning you on even more.
“Your slut,” you groan. “I’m your whore.”
“Fuck,” he chuckles, pushing his dick into your mouth. You keep your eyes trained on the camera as you take him in.
His hand rests on your cheek, the ring on his forefinger cold against your skin. His thumb strokes over your temple as he pushes his dick into your mouth, only going halfway.
“You live for this cock, hmm?” he asks.
“Mhm,” you say, muffled.
“I fucking own you.” He taps his fingers against your cheek, giving you three gentle slaps, making you shut your eyes and smile with your mouth full.
“Stick out your tongue,” he orders you. When you do, he chuckles darkly, rubbing the curve of his cock up and down on it.
Rafe tosses his phone to the side again, putting his hands on the bed to bend over you and guide his entire length inside your mouth.
“Stay still,” he orders you. You feel him push slowly until he hits the back of your throat. He pulls out agonizingly slow, then pushes himself in and out over and over.
“Never get tired of fucking this mouth,” he groans over the sounds of you gagging on him.
You moan, feeling your feet plant onto the bed as you buck your hips up, wishing he would just fuck you again.
When Rafe shifts back down, he grabs you by the roots of your hair.
“You’re gonna ride my face,” he tells you. You nod desperately, letting him pull you into a seated position.
Rafe flips onto his back and you straddle his face, groaning at the feeling of his hot breath against your pussy.
You’re holding yourself up on your knees, hovering over him, and he digs his fingers into your asscheeks.
You look down, writhing over him, rubbing yourself on his open mouth. Your movements turn into harder grinds, and you put your fingers through his soft hair, keeping his head steady.
His eyes roll back and the arousing image makes you smile. Maybe he likes being used a little bit, too.
You feel his hand curl around your butt, his finger pressing against your asshole. The stimulation makes you tremble.
Rafe captures your clit, sucking hard. You feel the same tightening again.
“Almost…” you breathily warn and he pulls you off of him.
With his big hands on your waist, he pushes you onto your back again. His hands find your tits and he roughly squeezes as he sits over you.
It’s all so transfixing, the way he’s rapidly changing through positions, so sure of what he wants to do to you next.
“I know you wanna cum so bad, princess,” he coaxes. “You’re doing such a good job.”
“Thank you, baby,” you whimper, arching your back as he fondles your tits. He bends low, putting his mouth on your chest.
You’re overwhelmed as he bites and sucks and pinches and plays, and you tightly shut your eyes, feeling the throb between your legs.
Rafe gives you enough time to come down from the near orgasm, then shifts to sit up against your bed frame.
He beckons you to him with his hands, his cock swollen and leaking.
“Bounce on it,” he tells you.
You mount him, sinking down onto his hard length. Rafe grabs the toy, pushing the vibrator against your clit. You tremble and start to bob up and down, pussy wrapped around his firm cock, the feeling absolutely fucking electrifying.
Your hands are on his firm shoulders, your eyes locked on his, your clit stimulated and your cunt full.
You keep bouncing and riding and writhing and moaning. You’re sweating and you notice Rafe is too, both of you breathless from fucking so hard.
“I’m…” You can’t even tell him you’re close because the rising orgasm silences you, taking you prisoner.
Your veins are hot, every nerve tightening, and the greatest orgasm you’ve ever had begins to tear through you. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, but you force yourself to look down, feeling yourself clench and convulse.
You can’t believe your body’s doing it, but your cum squirts out of you, splashing in different directions on his stomach.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Rafe groans, tossing the toy to the side and rubbing your clit feverishly to make you spatter in every direction. “Oh, my fucking God. That’s my good fucking girl.”
Your pussy is almost numb from pleasure, as if your body can’t handle feeling this damn good. Rafe takes over the pace, hands clutching your hips, penetrating your wet cunt hard until your body releases everything it has.
Your sigh is strained, your limbs loose. You lose all your strength, limp on top of him, but he continues to fuck you, his cock reaching deep inside you.
“Keep bouncing for me,” Rafe tells you. “Keep fucking bouncing.”
You obey, thighs burning, and he tilts his head back, Adam’s apple prominent, as he reaches his peak. He finishes inside you through hot, fast throbs.
You’re flushed and breathless, tilting forward. You’re quivering with your cheek against his temple, his damp skin on yours.
His hands move up and down your back in slow strokes, making your tits press over his chest.
“You did so good, baby,” Rafe says, panting.
“Yeah?” you whisper, gently convulsing. He chuckles at the way you’re trembling on top of him, his cock still stuffed inside you.
“You like when my cock stays inside, hmm?” he rasps. “You deserve it. Sit like this as long as you want.”
You tighten your arms around him, sitting on him and panting, your nose in his hair. You smell his shampoo, listen to his breaths.
Nobody has ever done this to you. Pushed you past every limit. Excited you this much. You had no idea this was who Rafe was.
He continues to hold you silently. You know you can’t like him, and you won’t, but you allow yourself to pretend you’re more than just fuck buddies in this small, sweet moment.
Then you pull yourself back into reality and know you should just appreciate it for what it is.
You find the strength to raise yourself off of Rafe, his dick slipping out of you, your mixed cum dribbling out onto him, your bed soaked.
“Fuck,” you whisper with a laugh. You’ll have to change your sheets tonight.
It reminds you that you’re working at his house tomorrow. How will you manage to see him and not want to rip his clothes off?
You spot Rafe’s phone on your pillow and pick it up, meeting his eyes when you hand it to him.
“You still want private shows now that you have those videos?” you ask playfully, your voice weak.
“Yeah,” he nods, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll always want them.”
“I’ll make you go broke.”
Rafe looks up in mock annoyance, but his laugh gives him away.
“Worth it,” he finally says. You giggle and swing your leg off of him, your pulse slowly going back to its regular pace.
Rafe gets out of bed and starts to put his clothes on as you grab a towel and get ready for a much-needed shower. You’re glad he’s not staying the night. Being cuddled to sleep by him even just one more time would confuse you all over again.
You follow him out of your room, bending down to pick up the heavy, torn up textbook the two of you had knocked over.
Rafe notices and looks at the cover.
“Jesus, what’d you do to that book?” he asks.
“Shut up, it was like this when I bought it, okay?” you say. “Used copy.”
“For school?” You realize just how little he knows about you.
“Yeah. I’m actually kind of smart,” you joke.
“I could tell,” he says. You figure he’s being sarcastic and trail him as he opens the front door, shutting it behind him and letting out a big breath.
You make it to the Cameron estate right on time the next morning. Your stomach is in a knot as you clean, wondering when Rafe will walk by and tempt you to risk your job by fucking him during work hours.
After cleaning the kitchen floors and surfaces, you open the cupboard below the sink to take out the trash. You tie the top of the bag, but when you try to pull it out, it’s too heavy.
You grunt as you try again but you’re unsuccessful. And honestly, you blame Rafe for making you so weak. Your body is still recovering from last night.
You spot one of the gardeners through the kitchen window and decide to ask for his help instead of straining yourself any further.
You can’t remember his name, but you open the nearby patio door leading out to the backyard and wave him over.
“Hey, sorry, could you help me with the garbage? It’s too heavy,” you ask the man. He’s a little taller than you, maybe a few years older, and is wearing a smile.
“Sure,” he says.
You both step into the kitchen and you point him to the cupboard. He takes off his gloves and yanks at the knot you tied. Finally, the bag wiggles free.
“I saved the day,” he jokes. “Where does this go?”
“Out there,” you say, leading him through the kitchen and right outside the door to the bin. “Thanks.”
“Better wash my hands,” he replies. You both walk back into the kitchen and you replace the garbage bag while he turns on the faucet.
You wait for him to move out of the way so you can close the cupboard, wash your hands, and tend to your next task.
“They treating you nice in here?” he asks quietly, looking over at you.
You try not to smile as blood rushes to your cheeks. If only the other staff around here knew what you were up to with Rafe.
“Yup,” you simply answer.
“Can’t lie, I’m glad I’m outside all day,” he says. “Nobody bothers me.”
You politely laugh, silently wishing he’d hurry up and let you go on with your day.
“I bet,” is all you can say.
He turns off the faucet and smiles at you.
“Back to it, huh?” he says, patting your shoulder. “Let me know if I can help with anything else.”
Your eyebrows draw together, feeling awkward that someone who’s not Rafe is touching you, even though it’s a friendly, innocent gesture.
He steps away and you hear the door to the backyard close behind you as you start to wash your hands.
When you shift to find a tea towel, you see Rafe standing on the other side of the big room.
You’re excited to see him, until you take in how he’s looking at you.
Even from here, you can see the anger in his gaze. You stare at him wordlessly, wondering what he’s thinking.
“What the fuck was that?” he snaps.
You quickly pace towards him so he doesn’t speak so loudly. You can’t risk anyone hearing. You could lose this job if anyone found out about you two.
Rafe crosses his arms, biceps jutting out his t-shirt, eyes lowering when you reach him.
“What?” you say, tone hushed.
“What. The fuck. Was that,” he repeats sternly. Is he seriously angry about your exchange with the gardener?
“Rafe, someone could hear you,” you say quietly.
He steps back, head titling, a look of disgust on his face.
“You think I give a shit?”
You brush past him to head somewhere private, knowing he’ll follow you.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he orders, his deep voice thundering through you.
You rush, heart pounding from anticipation, and hear him stalking behind you. When you reach the dark and empty laundry room, you turn to face Rafe and he’s suddenly pushing you back against a closet door.
He’s towering over you, fingers wrapped around your wrist, his jaw clenched.
“Why’d he touch you?” he mutters. “Why the fuck did you let him touch you? Why were you laughing with him? Are you fucking him, too?”
He’s pissed. Jealous as hell. And it sends a ripple of arousal through you. He’s seething over someone simply tapping your shoulder.
“I don’t even know his name,” you say with amusement, your heart skipping a beat. He’s unhinged. You’re with him every night. When would you even have time to hook up with someone else?
You feel yourself get wetter as Rafe pushes up against you.
“Do you need to be reminded of who you belong to?” he threatens.
And even though you definitely don’t need to be, you nod, desperate for him to have his way with you.
{ read part eight here }
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rafedaddy01 · 3 months
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Rafe Cameron Porn Links
Warnings: this is links to explicit images, please be advised
Giving Rafe a blow job
Rafe teasing his little toy
Rafe fucking you
Rafes good little girl
Rafe taking control from the bottom
Rafe bending you in half
Rafe choking his little sub
Rafe fucking you from behind
Sub Rafe cumming all over your pussy
Rafe fingering his good little girl
Teasing Rafe
Rafe disciplining his girl
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rafesaddiction · 6 months
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Possessive – Rafe Cameron x Reader
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Summary: You and Rafe have a casual thing, until one night at a party some other guy talks to you and Rafe gets jealous. Very jealous.
Warnings: mdni – violence, jealousy, possessiveness, aggression, fingering, very rough sex, p in v, ruthless!rafe, dark!rafe, dom!rafe
Word count: 2.9k
It had been going on for a few weeks. Just a casual thing. That was all Rafe wanted, he told you. And you agreed, because being with him was unlike anything ever. Even though you weren't dating, what you and Rafe had was so much more intense than anything you had ever experienced with another guy. And you didn't want any other guy. You wanted Rafe, even if it meant that the only way you could have him was this casual thing, where he would text you or show up at your place and he'd fuck you. So good. So rough. So nasty. He was the only one to ever satisfy all your needs and at the same time, he left you wanting for more. More of him.
Rafe hadn’t answered any of your texts in days, but that was how it was with him. You were patient and waited and would not push him, because you knew that he didn’t like that, he didn't want you to be clingy. After all, it was just a casual thing.
But one night you got tired of just waiting at home. One of your friends asked you to come to a Kook party with her. You agreed because she practically begged you to as she didn't want to go on her own. When you arrived at the party, your friend soon found other friends and you were the one standing around on your own. It felt a bit awkward, but you didn't really mind. So you stood at the far end of the room when you saw him. Rafe Cameron. Of course, he wasn't alone. He was enjoying himself, sitting on a couch with other people, girls and guys. He just had done a line and was laughing, while talking with Kelce about some shit that happened with the Pogues. You could see him and hear his voice. But you didn't think that he had seen you, and if so, it seemed like he didn't care. So you stayed where you were, sipping your drink and watching people, watching him.
You didn’t really realize when a guy came up to you. When he addressed you, you politely said you were not interested and you were here with a friend. But he kept on talking, came closer and you could smell the cheap bear in his breath as he leaned down, which made you move backwards, accidentally bumping into someone else.
And Rafe saw this. The moment you had entered the party, his eyes were on you, even though you didn't notice. And he watched you, though pretending that he didn't care, pretending that he was just having fun with his friends. But inside him, a rage was boiling. Why didn't you come to him? It made him furious when seeing you chatting with another guy, who came so close to you. So fucking close to you!
Rafe jumped to his feet – and the girl who had been sitting on his lap dropped to the floor, mouthing a drunken complaint. He didn't care. He was furious, hot rage pulsing through his veins, as he crossed the room, reached you in no time, grabbed that fucker who dared to be this close to you, yanked him around to land a fist right in his ugly face. The blow was so hard, the guy’s head swung backwards, hitting the wall, and Rafe didn’t stop. He yelled at the guy, gripping his shirt, he pulled him closer, shook him and again and again hit that guy’s face, who had not seen what was coming to him.
And Rafe would have continued, would never have stopped, fuming with rage – if it wasn’t for some other guy to get in the fight. The new guy tried to stop Rafe, which was a mistake. Rafe turned to him next. But the this guy was prepared and dodged his blow, and instead attacked him. They fought fiercely with the crowd watching and cheering.
Rafe was so far gone, his anger had taken over completely, coursing through his veins. He didn’t perceive anything else, so focused on beating the guy, he didn’t care that it was no longer the one who had actually touched you, but just some other boy who tried to help his friend. And he didn’t hear those voices shouting, either to cheer or to make him stop. There was nothing left but his fuming rage, his hot aggression, his raw violence. His violent thoughts were in control.
You stood there and watched and your own feelings were so confusing. You knew Rafe was violent, but you had never experienced it like this before, so intense, so brutal. Your own heart was beating rapidly. You couldn't help it, but there was something fascinating about seeing Rafe like this, to witness this raw outburst of rage. Something primal. And even though you didn't want Rafe to hurt anyone, you couldn't deny that seeing him like this, experiencing him like this, did something to you. You pressed your legs together as you felt that heat between them. But you knew you had to do something and as you were drawn to him, his big figure, his raw violence, you reached out and touched his shoulder and softly spoke his name.
When Rafe suddenly felt your small hand on his shoulder and he was completely taken aback by that soft touch, that he stopped for a second, to turn your way, giving the guy a chance he used to punch Rafe's jaw, making him taste blood in his mouth. Rafe stumbled backwards and Topper put his arms around him to pull him away from the fight while two other guys held back the other male.
“Get the fuck off me,” Rafe snapped at Topper, who eventually let go, holding his hands up in surrender. Rafe shot him an angry glance, but he didn’t turn towards the ones he had been fighting. Instead you got his full attention now.
You could see that he was fuming with rage, his jaws clenched, his nostrils flared and he glared at you with his eyes, full of anger and something else now, something primal that made you gasp and filled your body with an unprecedented need.
Rafe didn't say a word, he just grabbed your arm and dragged you along with him, up the stairs and into an empty room. It was a study you noticed as he pushed you inside. He shut the door with a bang that made you flinch, and then gaze at him, as he slowly came closer, looking more like a savage wolf than a man. He was cornering you as you retreated, until your back hit the wall and you gasped, gazing up at Rafe who was now standing so very close in front of you, towering you. His whole presence intimidating. He wasn’t touching you but you could feel his body radiating this intense heat, and this wild roughness that made your breath hitch.
“What were you doing down there, huh?” He said in his dark voice and pointed downstairs. “What would’ve happened if I hadn’t stepped in, huh?”
You shook your head. “Nothing.” Your own voice sounded so weak and soft.
He raised his hands in front of your face, his fingers curled like claws as if he was about to grab you – he was a beast after all. You held your breath, gazing at him with huge eyes. But instead of touching you, his hand hit the wall next to your head, making you flinch, then swallow hard.
He leaned down, bringing his face closer to yours, glaring from narrowed eyes down at you. You felt your heart beating in your chest, so loudly, he must have heard it. You knew how rough Rafe could get, but this was new. It was intimidating and exciting. Your skin was buzzing and it was like you were both afraid he would touch you and never touch you again, craving for his hands on you.
His other hand was moving close to your neck, just an inch away from your throat.
“I saw what I saw. Don't lie to me!” He yelled at you and you flinched, but all you could say to your defense sounded like whining.
Rafe studied your face, and you felt your cheeks glowing. You pressed your legs together as you felt that throbbing between them.
He noticed what you did and his eyes slowly moved down your body, as if touching you, while he still did not touch you – until his large hand suddenly grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him, look directly into his piercing blue eyes.
“Don’t give me that look! I saw what I SAW!!!” He screamed at your face. Then he let go off your face, and you could still feel his touch. His hand moved in front of your face, fingers flexing, curling like claws. His teeth grinding, a feral sound, an animal-like growl escaped his mouth.
“I saw it,” he said in a low voice that was even more menacing than his screaming. “You wanted him to touch you.”
You quickly shook your head. But you could see that he didn't believe you. His possessiveness, his jealousy was fueling his rage. Every part of his body was filled with that violent instinct. No reason was left. His hand moved down, touching your inner thigh, moving up under your dress. You held your breath as you felt his rough hand on your tender skin, sending waves and waves of heat right to your sensitive core. He tilted his head to the side, watching you with wide, curious eyes, so dark they didn’t seem to be blue anymore.
“Like that? You wanted him to touch you like this?”
Between your legs, his fingers pressed hard against your softness. You let out an involuntarily whimper, then bit your lips. Roughly he rubbed over the thin fabric of your panties, which were soaking. You blushed and tried to look away, but his gaze held you, as he pushed your panties to the side and his middle and index fingers slipped between your tender folds. You had no chance of suppressing that moan that came out of your mouth as you felt your body react with such intense need to his touch.
“You wet for him, hm?”
You shook your head. “No, not for him!” But you couldn't deny that you were wet. And it made you shudder how Rafe glared at you, frowned at your words.
Eyes glaring at you, he was studying your face, his breathing accelerated, you could feel it hot on your face, sending shivers through your body. Rafe's fingers rubbed your sensitive spot, roughly touching and then forcing them inside of you. Just two fingers and you already felt so full, your walls clenching around his fingers. You moaned and he didn’t suppress his own groan, as he felt how hot and tight – and fucking wet you were.
He pulled his fingers out, held them up, looked at them as they glistened. He licked over his fingers, tasting your sweetness. He closed his eyes for a moment, clearly enjoying your taste. But you just wished those fingers were inside you again.
“So sweet,” he cooed as he leaned closer.
You wanted to touch him, needed to touch him, but as soon as your hands reached out, he grabbed you by the wrists, pulled your arms up, pinning them together above your head. He just needed one of his big hands to hold your wrists together. He glared at you, you saw the hunger in his eyes. His other hand moving to your throat, but not grabbing it, just stroking over your sensitive skin. Moving down, his hand slid under the fabric of your dress, feeling for your breasts, kneading them.
He had moved closer, so you could feel how hard he was. For you.
His eyes had followed his movements, and now he met your eyes again.
“You wanted him to fuck you, right?”
He pushed harder, pressing tighter.
“No,” you weakly said, and saw how much he hated being contradicted. You could not only see, but feel his rage so very physically.
“I want you to fuck me,” you managed to say, and his eyes changed. He gazed at you and for a short moment, something like a smile appeared on his face. But that smile grew sinister the next moment.
His mouth opened, not an inch away from yours, he exhaled and hot breath caressed your trembling lips.
“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you. Whenever I want. However I want.”
His words made you freeze and so very hot at the same time.
A hungry growl escaped his mouth before he claimed yours in a greedy kiss. His lips moving hard against yours, his tongue conquering your mouth. His kiss was so wild that the fresh cut on his own lip started bleeding again. And you could taste his blood in your mouth, reminding you that he had been fighting for you.
He pushed his large body against yours, your hands still in his tight grip, wriggling, not to escape but you needed to touch him, but he wouldn't let you.
His kiss was hungry and wild and you couldn't tell whether it was anger or something else that was fueling his passion. But you could very prominently feel his lust has his hips rocked against your body, intensifying your own burning desire, making you moan into the kiss.
He pulled away, glared at you with darkened fierce eyes and a devilish, dangerous grin on his lips.
"You filthy thing,” he growled.
His rough hands gripped you, pulled you away from the wall and bent you over the nearby desk, pushing down your front with such force, your face hit the desk's surface and you gasped for air. You let out a whimpering sound, not because he hurt you, but because your need for him became painful.
Behind you, he shoved up your dress, pulled down your soaked panties. Opening the zipper of his jeans, Rafe's eyes were on your ass, while he held you roughly in position, getting ready, as you became more and more impatient, muttering a desperate “Please.”
But you didn't have to say anything, his own lust mixed with his violent desires. You felt how he thrust deep inside you, stretching you as his large cock pushed in. You screamed his name, as he pushed harder, as his full length sank into you. You were so slick, so wet for him.
He was big, so very big that some part of you was still afraid, but as he fucked you, you could feel how perfectly he filled you, and you never felt so complete.
“You're mine,” he growled, and you heard his breathing behind you. His hand smacked on your exposed ass cheek, then he grabbed you harder, held you tighter.
He used you mercilessly, to satisfy his own needs, taking out his anger on you at the same time as fulfilling his lust. He was pounding so hard into you that your hips would probably bruise from being slammed against the edge of the desk. But this was what you wanted, what you needed. You couldn't do anything but stay as he held you, and let him use you, the way he needed to – the way you needed him to.
He leaned over, grabbing your hair, pulling roughly at it, forcing your head back. You gasped and whined.
“Please,” you weren’t sure for what you were begging, but you could feel that it did something to him. Rafe had been rough before, now he was ruthlessness. He fucked you without mercy, fucked you with long hard thrusts, making your body tremble. You felt your first high approaching and the rush filling you as he took control of every sense of your body.
He was in absolute control over you. And he lost every bit of self-control. Faster and harder his full length slammed relentlessly into you. Again and again, incessantly fucking your tight pussy.
He was panting, sweating underneath his shirt, his face distorted from exhaustion and dark lust. And your cries and moans only fueled his ruthless desire.
"Fuck!" He cried out as he came inside you and feeling his juices filling you up, made you come again, clamping tight around his hard cock, as if to keep him inside you forever.
Your body was still shaking, when he finally pulled out of you. You felt sore and hot, and just perfectly happy.
Rafe pulled up your panties, smoothed down your dress, then turned you around and looked at you. You could see his features had changed when he smiled at you. He didn't look soft, he never did, but he looked content, and you had made him happy.
He lifted you onto the desk and when you winced as sitting hurt and would hurt for some time, he grinned at you. His smirk was still like the devil's, but also something else.
He leaned down to you.
“You're mine. You understand?”
He waited for you to reply. “Yes, I'm yours. Only yours.”
And then he kissed you, and held you and pressed his body against yours.
And you felt it, deep down inside of you. You would forever be his. Only his.
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maybankcore · 19 days
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rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚
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context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.
tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.
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A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.
B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.
C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.
D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.
“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.
E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.
F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.
you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?
G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.
H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.
(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.
rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.
I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!
J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..
K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.
L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.
M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.
N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.
O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..
P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.
Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.
R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.
S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.
T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.
U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.
V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.
W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.
X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).
Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”
Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.
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abrunettefangirlnerd · 9 months
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Hurricane Agatha
Prompt: Back in season 1 hurricane Agatha hits the Outer Banks. You are a pogue trying to enjoy your best summer with your friends. John B, Pope, and JJ (I know he didn’t in the show) decide to try surfing her waves. You’re worried about JJ because he isn’t answering his phone. You stop by his house even though you know he doesn’t like you coming over.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
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              The wind blows violently against your hair as you run towards JJ’s house. JJ normally texts you back within minutes and he always answers your calls. You know the phone towers are probably down but nothing will put your mind at ease till you know that he isn’t out running around in the storm.
“JJ,” you whisper stepping into his house. You know all about his father and the last thing you want is to piss him off.
              Walking into JJ’s room you find the bed empty and his surf board missing. Those damn boys! You think to yourself. They would rather risk their lives to get in a few waves than stay safe. You are going to kill them if the hurricane doesn’t do it first.
“Who’s here!?” JJ’s father shouts from somewhere in the house. “Don’t you dare think you can squat here through the storm!”
              Heart racing in your chest, you try to calm down and think of what to do. JJ has a window in his room but it hasn’t been opened in years. He hates using it as a route of escape because it squeaks up a storm. Though maybe the real storm will be enough to overpower its noise. You make a break for it and attempt to lift the window up enough to climb out.
              A hand wraps around your ankle and pulls you from the window. Flipping over you come face-to-face with your boyfriend’s drunk father. Due to circumstances you two have barely interacted, it’s possible he has no clue who you are. A fact that becomes very much apparent when you feel a cool sting against the side of your face. Slightly dazed, you try and recall JJ’s manic ramblings about getting the upper hand on an attacker.
You collide your free heel to the side of his knee. His grip on you loosens enough to wiggle yourself free. You forget about the window and head straight for the front door. Making your way to your car, you start it up and head the course toward the Chateau. The pain begins to subside in your cheek but his dad sure knows how to throw a punch. Luckily you don’t think he collided with your jaw, so it’s not broken. Hopefully JJ won’t be too mad that you showed up there.
Finally reaching the Chateau you see three bodies making their way back into the house. You sigh in relief seeing that they are all safe. But soon that relief is replaced with rage that they are that stupid. You march yourself up to the house and wait for them to join you.
“What the hell where you guys thinking?” You semi-shout as you hear the door open. “You could have been killed. JJ I have been looking all over for you!”
“Hey hey, babe.” JJ tries to calm you down. “We are fine, you don’t-“
              He stops mid-sentence as he takes a few steps closer. The skin around your cheek has already started to bruise over and become tender. You wince as his fingers lightly graze over your skin. Looking into his eyes you can see that his are glossed over in building tears.
“Y/N,” JJ’s voice is very low and quiet. “Did you go to my house?”
              You didn’t respond and averted your gaze, but confirming all the same. Backing away from you, JJ throws an empty beer bottle across the room and lets out a painful cry. JJ leans himself against the wall and takes deep breaths to calm down.
“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” JJ’s voice is calmer than you’d expect.
“No,” you answer immediately. “I am really sorry JJ.”
              Warm salty tears fall down your face. A sob escapes your lips as you feel a sting from your tears graze over your swollen cheek. Two sturdy arms wrap around your torso. Even when you can’t see, you know they belong to JJ. You repeat that you are sorry over and over through your sobs.
“Don’t you dare be sorry.” JJ whispers into your ear. “Please baby. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I am so sorry.”
              JJ picks you up and carries you into the spare bedroom. You are grateful to be away from the awkward gaze of John B and Pope. You are close with both of them but you’ve always been more comfortable with JJ even before you started dating.
              He lays you down on the bed and slides next to you. Placing a kiss to your forehead, JJ tells you he will be back in a moment. As quickly as he leaves, JJ is already back with a bag of frozen peas. JJ slightly presses them to your bruised cheek. Biting your lip, you try to suppress a sob but there is no luck. It escapes pass your lips like those before but soon the cool bag begins its soothing magic.
              JJ resumes his previous position next to you on the bed and pulls your body close to his. You feel his fingers brush through the top of your hair in soothing strokes. His legs tangle with yours as he places soft kisses on the tip of your nose. You know that JJ is blaming himself for this and you hate it. This is all your fault. You should have known he would avoid home at all cost. Though you know that if you bring it up again JJ won’t listen and continue to blame himself.
“I remembered what you told me.” Your voice is so quiet as sleep begins to take over your senses. “I remembered about what you said about how to hit the knees if the ankle isn’t accessible.”
“I’m sure you did great baby,” JJ looks down at you with a lazy grin.
              You know that it will take a little while for you and JJ to come to terms about what happened tonight. From all of JJ’s injuries and stories about his father you knew the man was nothing good. Though hearing about it and experiencing it are two very different things. You managed to get away without too many hits but you know that JJ is not so lucky. It takes weeks before you stop immediately crying at the sight of any discoloration of his skin. JJ tries to tell you it barely hurts but you know that is total bullshit. Only good thing that came out of this is that JJ wants to teach you more about how to defend yourself. He always wants to be there to protect you but he knows now that won’t always be the case, and he is so proud of how well you can handle yourself.
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xob1tchs · 8 months
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“You belong to me” “only me” “you’re mine” “flirt with someone else, watch what’s going tk happen to you” smut with rafe
call me fucking dumb
rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings; crying, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex
a/n; honey im hoooome 😇 sorry for the impromptu hiatus! I was moving 😵‍💫 anyways…this is the title inspo ;p and also p short…and not really edited!
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your fingers tighten around his firm bicep, swollen lips parting in a strained breath, toes lifting off the ground, free hand taking purchase against the dresser top – just in time to prevent you from toppling over the edge.
“s-slow down baby! m’gonna cum again” you plead, eyes screwing shut, tears welling at your lash line, thighs tensing.
rafe hums, cock thrusting into you harsher, making your pussy squeeze, juices seeping out around the base, squelching from your wetness.
you cum for the umpteenth time, voice raspy and strained as you cry out, tears finally cascading down your red cheeks.
you twitch beneath rafe, cunt so sensitive it hurts, knocking the breath from your lungs when he doesn’t let up.
“you didn’t care when you were all over jj did you? acting like a slut, right infront of me” he complains lowly, voice smooth in your ear, unwavering.
it’s frustrating, prompting you to whine out, begging for mercy, only to be met with a scoff “you think you deserve to be treated good? deserve anything at all?” he chuckles, making you sob harder.
“i-i-i promise rafe, promise’ll be good, i am go-good” you stutter, hiccuping around your words, nails drawing blood against the firm muscle of his back.
his pace slows only slightly, enough for him to lean back and look into your eyes, hand gripping your jaw, fingers pressing into the hollows of your cheeks, steadying you.
“you’re fucking mine, my perfect little slut” he barks, sending you over the edge yet again, earning a incoherent ramble from you, mindlessly agreeing, drooling down his knuckles, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
“pull some shit like that again, see what happens” he smirks as you slump forward into his chest, barely conscious, but still you nod, agreeing to whatever he says. like you always do.
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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿?
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WHAT'S WRONG WITH NEEDING TO BE WITH HER?| HUSBAND!RAFE CAMERON X READER | IMAGINE | 
PAIRING: Soft Dark!husband!Rafe Cameron x Wife!Reader,
SYNOPSIS: Your friends force your husband Rafe to attend therapy after hitting his bestfriend cause you left the room.
WORD COUNT → 530
WARNING(S): Clingy!Rafe, Possessive!Rafe, Obsessed!Rafe, Therapist, He hits his bestfriend cause you left the room.
AUTHORS NOTE: Technically this is a sequel to He wants to see you now. a what if they got married lol. and this is part three where he works through it.
Omg thank you for making it to 1000+ notes
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Y/N and Rafe Cameron had been inseparable since high school. Their love was intense, and Rafe's obsession with her was the stuff of legends in their small town. While Y/N didn't mind Rafe's overprotectiveness, her friends and family were growing increasingly concerned. They worried that Rafe's behavior, often described as psychopathic, was taking a toll on her.
One day, after a particularly heated incident at a social gathering where Rafe punched his friend Topper. Just because Y/N had briefly left his side to use the bathroom, everyone collectively decided that Rafe needed help. It was an intervention of sorts, and the consensus was that he should see a therapist.
Reluctantly, Rafe agreed to the therapy session. Y/N, who had always been his anchor, accompanied him to the therapist's office. As Rafe sat in the therapist's office, Y/N waited anxiously in the waiting room, hoping that the therapy would help her husband understand that his extreme possessiveness wasn't healthy.
Inside the therapy session, the therapist began, "How are you feeling right now, Rafe?"
Rafe placed his hand on his chest, his eyes distant. "Like I'm running out of air, my oxygen is missing."
The therapist jotted down his words and replied, "There's plenty of oxygen in here."
Rafe stood up, his agitation apparent. "Not my kind of oxygen, she's not here," he muttered.
The therapist clicked their pen, concern etched on their face. "You do realize that this is unhealthy?"
Rafe shook his head, his frustration mounting. "I just don't understand what's wrong with needing to be with her at all times."
The therapist sighed, realizing the depth of Rafe's fixation. "The problem, Rafe, is the threat you pose to the people around you when she's not by your side."
Rafe's anger flared, and he took a step toward the door. The therapist, anticipating his impulsive nature, stood up and blocked his way.
"I'm not a threat to anyone," Rafe yelled, contradicting his previous statement.
"Yes, you are, Rafe. That's why you're here," the therapist said cautiously, choosing their words carefully.
Rafe scoffed and took a step back from the door. "You're talking like I'm not allowed to be obsessed with my wife," he said, annoyed.
The therapist sighed and took a step away from the door, their guard momentarily down. They knew they had to tread carefully with Rafe.
"Rafe," they began, but before they could say more, Rafe seized the opportunity and pushed past them, rushing out of the therapist's office. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see my wife before I pass out from a lack of oxygen," he said urgently, almost rushing out of the room.
Back in the waiting room, Y/N watched the door anxiously. she watched as Rafe burst out of the therapist's office. Y/N quickly got up from her seat, and just as Rafe reached her, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, almost knocking her out of her seat.
Y/N returned his hug, comforting him as she always did. She sighed, accustomed to his antics and whispered words of reassurance into his ear, "It's alright, Baby. I'm right here."
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theaterkidbookie · 9 months
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Snippet from chapter 4 because I need help writing cause IM SO STUCK RIGHT NOW.
"No way in hell am I going back home right now."
     "Maybe you should y'know? May makes things a little easier..." Kie scoffs at that.
     “You’re asking me to forgive my parents?”
     “What? No! No! Oh god I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I’m just thinking that if you talk to them they may feel bad and give you something. You don’t have to forgive them.”
     "So you think that by just going back home they'll pity me and give me free money? To get the friends they ALREADY hate and their daughter who JUST FUCKING BROKE OUT OF THE CAMP THEY PUT HER IN to a whole different city to exchange the hypothetical gold they don't even fucking believe exists? Oh yeah, sounds like a marvelous plan Pope. Let me just pack up my things to go move back into the house they had me kidnapped from, right?" She fought and Pope looked stunned and afraid to speak. 
     "Maybe if you just-" Pope was cut off.
     “Do you even know my parents, Pope?” She says, raising her voice, and Pope turns away.
     “Maybe just go into the Wreck and take some out of the registers. That’d work.” JJ suggests, trying to make light of the situation. He looks at Kiara with a mix of stress and sadness on her face.
     “Jesus Fucking Christ. Stop with the bad ideas! Ok? This isn’t some joke!" Her voice breaks, "I can’t just stroll in to chat with my parents OR break into their restaurant. It would make everything 10 times worse than it needs to be and I can’t be fucking sent away again!" Tears start running down her face, "So just shut up!” and she got up and walked out the front door to the dock in front of the condos. The other 5 looked out the porch door to see her on the dock, sitting down with her knees tucked up against her chest looking out at the water.
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Rafe x reader - camping trip with both families, they are made to share a tent. Maybe she forgets her bedcover and rafe offers his but she doesn’t accept it. She then gets cold and he warms her up.
Flirting, kissing, body warming naked
Stubborn Little Girl
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Sexual Jokes and Being Naked Together In A Non-Sexual Situation
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.0K
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Everyone knows Y/N is stubborn. She can’t be swayed to change her choices for anything and it drives people crazy, especially because it means she won’t admit when she made a bad call. Her parents tried to warn her that she would need more than what she packed for their camping trip, yet she wouldn’t listen. She already decided what she needed and argued that since she was an adult, she didn’t need her parents' input. This belief doesn’t change even with Rafe’s concern. Rafe and Y/N just finished putting up their tent and she is dragging all their stuff inside of it. He looks through the trees to the other clearing where their parents and siblings are setting up camp. There wasn’t enough space for both of the families to be in the bigger clearing, so they agreed that the oldest siblings would share a tent in the small clearing a few feet away. He watches as she pulls out her blow-up mattress because of course, a Kook will glamp. She pumps her mattress and exits the tent. “Aren’t you going to put any bedding on it?” Rafe questions, pointing to the bare plastic. She shrugs, “Nah. I’ll wear a hoodie to sleep. I should be fine.” “It’s supposed to get colder at night, Kitten. You’ll need actual blankets,” Rafe points out. Y/N rolls her eyes, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Cameron? And I’m a grown woman. I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” 
She body-checks him as she passes them toward their families. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he yells after her with a shake of his head. Even though they’ve known each other since they were little, Y/N and Rafe have always had a hot and cold relationship. Cordial moments would quickly turn to an argument with the snap of their fingers and vice versa. They may have been closer in age than the other siblings, but Y/N bonded better with his sisters because their gender gave them more in common, while Rafe took her little brother under his wing. It may not have been a great idea to put Rafe and Y/N in the same tent, except it is the only option they had. 
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After hiking, eating dinner and spending time around the bond fire, everyone returns to their tent. Sleep can’t fall upon Rafe because he can hear the constant rustling coming from Y/N’s mattress. He tilts his head to the side and catches her movement. She keeps switching from side to side, always bringing her legs in toward her chest and her arms wedged between the two. He can see the shivers that wave through her body. Rafe sighs and peels his blanket off of him. He shifts to one side of his mattress. “Come on,” he orders. She looks at him with a crease between her eyebrows, “I’m fine.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Kitten. You are freezing,” he asserts, getting up to pull her by his side. She struggles against him, “I said I’m fine, Cameron. I don’t need your help.” She won’t budge; however, Rafe knows how to get her mind to waver. “Stop being a stubborn little girl. If you get sick, then who is going to take care of Steven after school?”
She freezes at the mention of her little brother, processing the truth of Rafe’s words. Although her parents are Kooks who can afford a nanny, ten-year-old Steven is taken care of after school by his big sister. He is extremely introverted and doesn’t like to be left alone with strangers, so Y/N takes care of him whenever she can. Rafe has seen her loyalty to her family and figures it would be the only thing to get her to change her mind. It does. She stops resisting his hold and rests her body against his. Her front accidentally presses against his front and she feels the stiff member in his pants. She giggles, “Are you sure the only reason why you wanted me in your bed is because I was cold?” His face reddens and he pulls her hips away. “Shut up,” he groans. Eventually, he begins to chuckle with her. The laughter dies down, but her shaking doesn’t stop and this worries Rafe. “I think we both need to strip naked,” he suggests, already preparing to take off his shirt. This causes her to completely detach from him, “Woah, slow down, Cameron. Just because you are nice to me, it doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you, especially with our families so close by.” He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. You are shaking like an earthquake and we needed to get you warmed up,” he explains. 
“And how is getting naked going to help me with that?”
“Because my body heat will help warm up yours. I promise this isn’t for any funny business. I just don’t want you to get a cold.”
“You really think this is going to work?”
“I promise.”
She doesn’t voice her agreement and instead, begins to remove her clothes herself. Rafe follows her movement until they are completely nude. They avoid the temptation of looking at their private areas by looking at each other in their eyes. The silence is broken up with laughter. “This is definitely not awkward,” she jokes, placing her hand above her elbow. He places his hand on top of hers, “It doesn’t have to be.” She tilts her head to the side as he brings his face closer to hers. His lips pucker and he gives her enough time to pull away before their lips touch. She closes the distance, lacing her fingers through his hair to bring him closer. His hands fall on her hip to tug her closer to him. They break the kiss for air and place their foreheads against each other’s. “Thank god you are such a stubborn little girl,” he whispers. Kisses and giggles fill the tent until both of them fall asleep from exhaustion and newfound warmth. 
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