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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 7

(Rafe Cameron x Reader series, 6.7k words)

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

series content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues

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additional chapter cw! non-descriptive mentions of vomit, alcohol abuse

A swing and a miss, again.

Rafe’s game was all over the place, he hadn’t been able to focus in batting practice all week, and now it was the bottom of the ninth in Academy’s rivalry match against Kildare County. He was down in the count when he asked the ump for a timeout.

He had resisted the urge to look in the stands the whole game, afraid he knew what he would find, or rather, what he wouldn’t.

You usually sat behind the dugout, wearing his old jersey that he’d given you after his record-breaking freshman season, and his number in black eyeliner on either cheek. Sometimes, it would take a few days for it to wash off, and you’d show up to school with the hint of his number still faded on your skin.

No one - not his coaches, not his teammates, certainly not his father - could read him like you could. Sometimes he’d pop his head out of the dugout between innings so you could tell him his swing was a few seconds too early for the pitcher’s fastball, or that he needed to stop chasing the backdoor slider. You were never wrong.

They’d tease him in the dugout, tossing sunflower seeds at him and taunting, “what is she, your hitting coach or your wife?” Then he’d ignore you for a few innings, though he almost never got on base without checking in with you first.

Your absence from this game was glaring, one of those same teammates taunting, “can someone please get Cameron’s hitting coach on the phone for fuck’s sake?” after his third strikeout.

He’d brushed it off, but now the game was on the line, and he realized he’d endure any amount of teasing if it meant looking up and seeing you in the stands.

He stepped out of the batter’s box, took a deep breath, and craned his neck to your usual seat, hands gripping the bat tighter when his fear was confirmed - it was empty.

He struck out, and they lost the game.

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It’s actually about to happen, the moment you’d wished for on every star, every eyelash, every birthday candle since you were six years old. The moment you never thought would actually come. You’ve played this scene in your mind a million times, what your first kiss with Rafe would be like. None of the many versions took place in an alley behind a Florida nightclub, but none of them were real either, so now was not the time to be picky.

Rafe’s thumb was still lingering on your bottom lip, the rest of his long fingers caressing your jaw.

“Can I? Please?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, dimples creasing his cheeks so handsomely, and leaned in. You realized you were holding your breath as you awaited the first brush of his lips against yours.

It never came. The door to the club slammed open, making you both jump. Your already thumping heart flew to your throat as Kelce stumbled out the large metal door.

“Woah, sorry,” he jumped back, smirking at the sight of you and Rafe pulling away from each other quickly.

“What could you possibly need from me right now?” Rafe said, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in warning.

“I came out here to find her,” Kelce pointed at you. “So calm your ass down.”

“What is it, Kelce?” You asked gently, hand on Rafe’s arm to hold him back as he started stepping menacingly toward his friend.

“Something’s wrong with Carter,” Kelce said.

“What?!” Your face flooded with concern, you started toward the club, and Rafe didn’t stop you, knowing the sound of your sister’s name dashed any hope he had of keeping you in this alleyway.

“What happened?” You asked Kelce as you brushed past him back into the crowded club, Rafe following behind the two of you.

“I don’t know, she got into an argument with Top and then she stormed off,” Kelce shouted over the thundering music as he struggled to keep up with you.

You scanned the whole club, but couldn’t find her, just Topper ranting emphatically to Tom in the corner, and Sabrina and Maddie on either side of the bathroom door, trying to talk to someone on the other side.

Kelce and Rafe were lost to the crowd as you beelined toward the bathroom, forcefully pushing angry clubbers out of the way to get there. You didn’t care, you were locked-in on finding your sister.

“Is she in there?” You asked as you approached the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Maddie confirmed, looking worried, and a little queasy. “But she won’t let anyone in.”

“She’s so wasted it’s crazy,” Sabrina added with a hiccuping giggle.

You ignored her lack of concern for your sister and banged loudly on the door.

“Car? It’s me,” you shouted, “you gotta let me in, alright? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

After a moment, and the thought that you’d break this fucking door down if that’s what it took, the handle finally turned. She opened the door just a crack to let you slip through, and closed it back firmly behind you.

Sabrina wasn’t wrong, Carter’s intoxication was written all over her face. Flushed, clammy skin and bloodshot eyes. She threw her arms around you, squeezing tight enough to knock the wind out of you.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You asked nervously.

Before you got an answer, she was on her knees in front of the toilet bowl. You rushed to grab her hair and hold it back, getting it all out of the way with just seconds to spare before she got sick.

Thinking through the day's events, you realized no one had eaten much before you left the house, and you knew this group well enough to know it didn’t take much for them to get hammered. What you didn’t know was that while you were distracted with Rafe, the rest of your group was in the club throwing back drinks and racking up tabs like the world was ending.

Rafe was having a similar realization out on the floor, trying to wrangle everyone to the front door where he had a pair of cabs waiting. He physically dragged Topper away from the bar as he demanded another drink, the bartender shouting that he was cutoff. He led Maddie and Sabrina away from some sketchy looking guys who were inviting them back to their house boat, which they proudly advertised held gallons of their homemade moonshine. He stopped Tom from sucker punching a guy who booed when the DJ played a Drake song. He lost Kelce twice.

Once he had finally corralled everyone into the cars, he convinced the drivers to hold up so he could come back and find you. He stood by the bathroom door until you appeared behind it, jumping at the sight of him standing so close.

“I got cabs waiting,” he yelled over the music, eyeing Carter sprawled out on the dirty bathroom floor behind you.

“I can’t get her up,” you told him defeatedly, eyebrows knit together with worry. “She’s not doing good.”

Rafe brushed past you without a word or a second thought, and leaned down to scoop Carter up with ease, fireman carrying her out of the club like your own personal Superman. You followed closely on his heel, feeling guilty that you were thinking about how strong his shoulders looked and not how concerned you were for your sister.

You opened the door so he could lower her into the first cab, which only had enough seats left for you and her. Once you slid in behind her, leaning her head against Maddie, who was already dozing off with her forehead pressed on the window, Rafe made sure you were settled before closing the door.

He motioned for you to roll down the window, ducking down so he could lean on it.

“Yo Rafe let’s go man!” Topper yelled from the cab behind you before Rafe could speak.

“Give me a fucking second!” He yelled back.

Forearms against the window sill, he leaned in close enough so only you could hear.

“Just, um, don’t stop thinking what you were thinking in the alley.”

Your lips twisted into a smirk, “couldn’t if I tried.”

He gave you a wink before hurrying back to the other cab.

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You didn’t stop thinking about it. You didn’t stop when the cab driver took the wrong turn and made the trip twice as long as it should’ve been. You didn’t stop when Carter asked the driver to pull over every five minutes so she could hurl on the side of the interstate. You didn’t stop when you finally got Carter up to her room, ranting incoherently about her argument with Topper. You didn’t stop as she kneeled in front of the toilet bowl again and you held her hair back, attempting to soothe her with gentle shushes.

You should’ve been focused on your sister and the awful night she was having, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the shape of Rafe’s mouth.

The thing that finally pulled you from your thoughts of him was a sight you hadn’t seen in almost a decade; Carter started to cry.

Carter never cried, she was your rock, the shoulder for you and all her friends to cry on. She didn’t cry when she fell off the monkey bars in third grade and broke her arm, or when she was rejected from her dream school, or even when your parents got divorced. But here she was, on the cold tile of the Airbnb bathroom floor, bawling.

“Hey, hey, woah,” you said, alarm ringing in your mind as you rushed to sit beside her on the cold tile floor. “What’s going on?”

“I’m such a mess,” she gasped between sobs.

“Well, for starters we need to get you a makeup wipe,” you countered.

“No I mean, like, emotionally,” she wiped her tears with the backs of her hands, only for a new round of drops to fall and further streak her mascara down her skin.

Your sister spent her life running from difficult emotions. It was something you tried to gently point out to her many times, but she’d typically push it away with a sarcastic joke or just ignore you altogether.

You started therapy about a month after you got to college, taking the university health center up on its free psych eval offerings for freshmen. You’d shown up to your therapist’s office every Wednesday at 2:30 since then, religious about not missing a session.

You recommended Carter do the same, but she’d just brush you off with a teasing, “nah I don’t need all that, I’m supposed to be the normal one, remember?”

Taking the hint, you stopped bringing it up after a few months. But now, with Carter’s tears pooling on the floor of this Airbnb, you wished more than ever that she’d listened to you.

“Well, that’s okay,” you gently brushed the hair from her shoulder. “It’s okay not to be okay.”

Carter laid her head on your criss-crossed lap and let the tears fall harder. You rubbed her back and continued to reassure her all was going to be okay, waiting until the tears began to slow and her breathing steadied to broach the subject again.

“Do you want to…” you swallowed, preparing for her to brush you off again, “do you want to talk about it?”

She was quiet for a long moment, you sighed in acceptance that she would pick the ignoring you route this time.

Then, in a small, feeble voice, she whispered, “it’s too scary.”

“What is?” You whispered back, hand resting on her arm for comfort, praying she wouldn’t get spooked and would keep talking.

“Loving him,” she confessed.

Your heart nearly burst. You didn’t need to ask who she was talking about.

“Topper, you mean?” you responded.

She nodded slowly, “it was easier when I didn’t love him. I’m supposed to be leaving in a week. I’m supposed to be on to my next big thing, and all I can think about is what the best time to facetime him is if I’m six hours ahead. I should be thinking about me, but all I want is him, and that’s fucking terrifying.”

The thought sent her into another round of sobs, tears soaking the skirt of your dress.

“I know it feels scary, and new,” you tiptoed to your point, “but…have you ever really not loved him?”

She thought over your words, but the alcohol and drama of the evening was starting to pull her into a restless sleep.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she mumbled, half-asleep already. “So much.”

“Let’s just get you into bed, yeah?” You said, pulling her up off the floor. “We can talk tomorrow.”

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In the darkness of Carter’s room, your phone lit up on the nightstand.

You pulled your arm from under her slowly, praying not to wake her up now that she was finally snoozing peacefully, though her deep snores were occasionally interrupted by shaky breaths, the aftershocks of her sobs. You’d gotten both of you changed and into bed with some difficulty, a strategically placed trash can next to her side of the bed just in case. You reached over to check your phone, turning the brightness down so as not to disturb her.

You had a text from a number that wasn’t saved in your phone, starting with the same 252 area code as yours. You didn’t need to ask “who’s this?” because you’d know that seven digit combination on your deathbed. Deleting his contact from your phone had really been more of a cathartic exercise than anything else.

‘She asleep yet?’

‘I think so but it’s been rough, what about Top?’

‘Same, but he’s out like a light now…and snoring like a jet engine.’

You stifled your laugh so Carter wouldn’t hear, keeping your movements slow as you climbed out of her bed and padded towards the door. Wincing at the squeak of the door hinge, you pulled it slowly closed until the handle clicked.

Down the hall, the same click sounded from Topper’s door. Rafe stood with his hand on the doorknob, listening for any signs that his exit woke the sleeper inside.

His eyes flashed up to meet yours, and you shared a knowing, nervous smile. You each walked a few steps towards the other, Rafe immediately picking up on the water pooling in your eyes. You’d held it together up until now for Carter’s sake, wanting to be strong for her like she’d always been for you, but now the heartbreak of seeing her so upset was finally settling in.

“Hey, hey,” Rafe whispered, lengthening his strides to close the gap between you faster. “What’s wrong?”

He ducked to search your face for a second, your small sniffles breaking his heart. When a tear slipped from the corner of your eye, he pulled you in by your shoulders, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You let your arms circle his waist, not taking the time to worry if this was strange or if you were okay being this vulnerable with him, just reveling in the comforting smell of him and the rise and fall of his sturdy chest under his t-shirt.

A few more tears slipped out, but with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back while you breathed him in, your sadness faded slowly into a calm reassurance.

“You good?” He whispered, his chin resting on the top of your head.

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, arms still wrapped around his torso.

“I just didn’t know she was so sad,” you explained, your lip trembling slightly as the image of your sister, with all her strength and tenacity, slumped over on the bathroom floor. “I should’ve been paying closer attention. I came on this trip for her and all I’ve been doing is thinking about myself. I’m so selfish.”

That thought caused more tears to roll down your cheeks. Rafe placed a palm on either side of your face, his thumbs reaching out to swipe away the salty drops.

“You,” he said firmly, his voice just above a whisper now, more concerned with making sure you heard what he had to say than making sure not to wake anyone, “are not selfish.”

Once your tears were dried, he lifted your face towards him so he could look in your eyes. You ever-so-slightly nuzzled your head into his palm, wondering if he could even feel the gentle way you were surrendering to him. His soft grin told you he could.

“He’s a mess, too,” he nodded back toward Topper’s door.

“I love them, but those two are exhausting,” you chuckled softly.

Even as the conversation lightened up, his hands didn’t fall from your face, and your arms stayed firmly in place around him, just holding each other as you whisper-laughed about the antics of the whole group this evening.

“Sabrina said you had to chase Kelce half a block,” you giggled, and he’d never felt so relieved to see someone’s tears give way to laughter. “Your dad instincts really kicked in there, huh?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, his eyes creasing with the upward tick of his lips, “the way you basically parted the crowd to get to Carter? Topper might have competition for house mother. Maybe we’re the real mom and dad.”

You snorted at that.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you blinked back, “just funny that you’re already talking about being parents when you haven’t even kissed me yet.”

Rafe nodded, tongue darting out to lick his lips, feigning seriousness, “you’re so right. We should probably do something about that.”

“You should probably do something about that,” you taunted.

His persona cracked and he laughed, eyebrows raised.

“Oh yeah? Should I?”

You nodded, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling at him as he leaned forward, eager to recapture the moment that had been so unceremoniously stolen from you a few hours ago.

Just before your lips touched, a vile retching noise came echoing down the hall from Topper’s room. He was vomiting again, and the romance was zapped from the air.

Your head fell back in frustration, groaning.

“You wanna go for a drive?” Rafe offered, hand sliding down your arm to find yours, fingers lacing together like they belonged there.

You nodded quickly, a smile replacing your annoyed frown. He led you down the stairs fast and you padded behind excitedly, giggling at his speed and urgency.

“Shit,” he paused before reaching into the bowl on the kitchen counter where everyone was keeping their keys. “I forgot Sabrina blocked me in.”

“We’ll take Carter’s jeep,” you offered, fishing around the bowl until you found her fuzzy pink keychain. “She parked on the road.”

“She won’t mind?” He asked.

“I have a feeling she’s gonna be out for a long time,” you pointed out. “I’m driving though.”

“Just like old times,” he grinned, your heart doing cartwheels at the memory.

Fingers intertwined, you let him pull you away from the house, and the risk of any more interruptions.

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The sky glowed with that pre-sunrise blue fog, turning the world around you into a collection of navy silhouettes. The only shape you cared about seeing was the faded profile of the man in the passenger seat next to you.

Though the air still held the chilly nip of dawn, it was warm enough to roll the windows down, which was always your preference. Your hair whipped around you in a frenzy of wind. You could feel his eyes on you as you drove, but you didn’t look back, suddenly filled with nerves, butterflies crowding your stomach and doubt flooding your mind. You just kept driving, suddenly terrified of what would happen when you stopped.

After a few minutes of unreturned eye contact, Rafe finally tore his gaze away from you, poking around Carter’s car to have something to do with his hands. He opened the glove box, and the middle console, fidgeting with every little button and knick-knack he could find.

You smirked at his restlessness and kept driving straight, not entirely sure where you were going. Rafe opened the sun visor above him, gasping at what he found.

“No fucking way,” he laughed with a disbelieving shake of his head, “Carter has CDs? Still?”

He pulled the sleeve of CDs from the visor’s clip, inspecting them closer.

“Wait,” a slow smile bloomed on his face as he observed knowingly, “these are yours.”

“How’d you know?”

“Because they’re the same ones you had in your car in high school.”

“Didn’t think you’d remember,” you scoffed.

“I remember everything about you,” he said, like it was the most obvious and casual admission anyone had ever made.

Even with the cool morning air blowing in through the window, the car suddenly felt too hot. Too hot and too small. Your chest and neck bloomed with a nervous blush as your breath quickened. How were you supposed to respond to that?

Rafe kept sorting through the CDs, nodding at each one in recognition, leaning back in his seat as if he hadn’t just dropped an atomic bomb into the conversation.

You needed to fill the silence before he noticed the tornado of anxious thoughts tearing through your mind.

“You gonna pick one?” You urged him, eager for the sound of familiar music to erase his words that hung in the air between you.

He finally made it to the back of the plastic sleeve, to a familiar silver disc decorated in sharpie in your handwriting; your favorite homemade mix that you’d played every single day from ages fifteen to seventeen.

You’d titled it “car mix,” though a more accurate title would be “Rafe’s mix.”

Sometime during your freshman year, you’d spent a whole day sitting in front of your computer, meticulously sorting through songs that made you think of him, or that you wanted him to listen to, hoping he would hear them and finally understand you somehow. It was a love letter without words, and he’d heard it a thousand times, but you doubted he ever really listened. Par for the course.

“I think that one got scratched,” you tried to discourage him from playing it, the flashback to your desperate, lovestruck younger self a little too much to handle at five a.m.

Rafe turned it over in his hands, inspecting it for those so-called scratches, finding nothing satisfying.

“Looks good to me,” he disagreed, popping it into the CD player and beaming bright as the first song began to play through the speakers.

“Oh my god,” he laughed, “it’s like we’re in a time machine.”

You agreed, the familiar opening notes of the first song you’d picked from him sent you flying back in time, to a girl you thought was long dead, and the boy next to her, whom she’d loved to her grave.

Chills shot up your spine, a warning shot before the tears that were beginning to gather on your lash line. You pulled the car quickly to the side of the road, sand flying up with the screech of the tires. You realized then that you’d somehow found your way to the public beach, the parking lot empty and sandy shore free of any sunbathers or surfers.

Rafe turned the music down, looking at you quizzically as your foot slammed on the break. Before he could ask what was going on, you were pulling the keys from the ignition and throwing off your seatbelt, hopping down from the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind you. He scrambled for his door handle as you started walking quickly toward the water and away from him.

The salty air was so thick you could taste droplets of seawater on your lips before you were even halfway to the shore. The waves crashed angrily, remnants of the week’s storms throwing the water back and forth until it was foaming and angry.

Angry. You were as angry as the sea, sand kicking up with each stomp of your foot as you hurried as far away from him as you could possibly get. His long legs were already catching him up to you as he chased you down, calling your name.

Despite your efforts to outpace him, you could feel him gaining on you, nearly at your heel by the time your toes touched the water’s edge. Flight would not be an option, it was time for a fight.

“You remember everything?” You whipped toward him, nearly knocking him over with the force of the glare that met him. You stalked toward him, catching the way he backed up just a step before squaring his shoulders and planting himself until you were nearly chest to chest. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, Rafe?”

“What are you talking about?” He asked desperately, scrambling from the whiplash of your sudden outburst. “What the hell just happened?”

He was genuinely so clueless as to the reason for your sudden shift in mood, reeling like he was mentally still back in the car listening to music, eyes scanning your face as he tried desperately to catch up. You almost took pity on him. Almost.

“I can’t,” a lump lodged itself into your throat and you bit your lip for a second to hold it down, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“What? Can’t do what?” He begged for clarity.

You just shook your head, a final plea to your own tears not to fall in front of him, but they betrayed you, one single drop slipping down your face. You turned from him quickly as a final ditch ending to hide them from him, and stepped away further down the beach.

“No, no wait, please wait,” with two easy strides he was close enough to touch you, wrapping his hand around your wrist to turn you toward him. “Don’t do this to me. You said you’d remember the alleyway, we were so close. We are so close.”

“Are we?” You challenged him. “If we’re so close then why can’t I even ride in the car with you without feeling like I can’t breathe? You don’t get it, Rafe. You don’t understand that every memory feels like a fucking sucker punch.”

“Then let’s not focus on the memories,” he suggested, “I just want to be with you right now.”

“Why now?” You burst out, another tear breaking through the barricade and sliding traitorously down your cheek. “Why not then?”

They were the two questions that plagued you since you saw him on the beach. You felt you knew the reason. You looked different, he was attracted to this version of you. Even though it would hurt like a bitch, you really wished he would just admit it, that he only wanted you because of how you look now, so you could finally just hate him and move on.

Instead, he continued his time honored tradition of giving you the exact opposite of what you wanted.

He looked straight at you, no waiver in his voice as he said, “because I wasn’t ready for you. I wasn’t good enough.”

It was the perfect answer, and your worst case scenario. Heartfelt, honest, a hot knife to the wall of ice you’d worked so hard to build between you and him. As he’d done so many times before, Rafe melted you.

Soft eyes, you tilted your head as you studied him, “and you are now?”

“No,” his laugh surprised you, scoffing as if it was the most ridiculous question in the world. “But I’m smarter. Smart enough to know that I’ll never be good enough for you. Who could be?”

The last chips of ice melted away entirely at those words, the image of his sweet smile when he said them etched itself on your heart in a way you knew was completely permanent.

As so often happened when you were at a crossroads with your own mind, you heard Carter’s voice ringing through your thoughts. Though this time, it wasn’t a quippy comment about Rafe, or a catchy mantra to encourage you to hold your head high. Instead, you heard her weak, cracked voice as she cried on the bathroom floor just hours ago; “it’s too scary.”

Suddenly, you knew exactly what she meant.

Your every instinct was to pull away from him, hide away the vulnerable thought to avoid any risk of him making it worse. But as he looked down at you, the first traces of sunrise streaking across the horizon, casting a gold-pink glow on his cheekbones, something in the back of your mind was saying you could trust him.

“I’m scared,” you all but whispered.

Rafe lifted his hand slowly, as if you were an elusive, wild thing that would run off at any sudden movement. When you didn’t flee, he took the chance to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, voice dropping low as he said, “I know.”

“How am I supposed to know you won’t hurt me?”

Your deepest fears continued to flow out of you, into his waiting hands, praying he wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers.

“I don’t think you will until you give me a chance to prove it to you,” he countered.

You knew he was right. Holding him at arm’s length would never get you the answers you needed from him. You’d never know if he had really changed unless you got close enough to relearn him, and you’d never know how he really felt about you unless you gave him a second chance to show you. You aren’t generally opposed to second chances, more likely to give them out then, say, your sister is.

“You know what Carter would say?” You chuckled darkly, unable to detangle your sister’s voice from your own conscience even if you wanted to. “That you don’t deserve any more chances.”

“That might be the first thing I’ve ever agreed with her on,” Rafe was quick to acknowledge. “But you know what else she’d say?”

“What?” You asked with raised brows, skeptical that he had any clue what Carter would actually say, and knowing she would hate that he was claiming to.

“That you deserve a chance.”

Funny thing is, that’s exactly what Carter would say. She didn’t really know how badly you wanted him, that you were starting to suspect you might just be happiest when you’re with him, but she always encouraged you to do what made you happy, even when it was something she didn’t understand.

“And if I’m what you want then I just happen to be the luckiest idiot in the world, because I want you too. You have no idea how badly.”

The tide was coming in, the very edge of each wave nipping at your toes before being pulled back out to sea. Rafe’s confession made you feel so unsteady, you wondered if you’d crumble and get pulled out right with it. Your mind reached for anything to ground you before you drowned in him completely.

“Why?” You asked him, needing his answer like a port in the storm.

“Why?” He repeated, either confused by the question or by the need for it. Somehow, both possibilities annoyed you.

“Yeah, tell me why you want me,” you placed your hands on your hips, shoulders squaring up with him in challenge. “And you’re not allowed to use the word beautiful, or cute, or call me baby.”

“This kinda feels like a test,” he laughed, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah? Maybe it is,” you huffed. “And this time there’s no cheating, no open book. And no me to slip you the answers.”

“Can I get a few minutes to review my notes?” His cheeky pout was so cute you worried you were about to fold right there on the spot.

“Fine,” you allowed, “you get one minute to think about it.”

He feigned worry, faked stress, biting his thumbnail and looking out over the waves as if he actually had to think it over.

In reality, he was more prepared for this test than any he’d ever taken in his life. He’d spent years thinking about this moment, about what he would say, what he could say that would possibly be enough.

While you waited for him to speak, you mirrored his stance, facing the water with your hands wrapped around you.

Rafe turned his head slightly to take in your profile, the sliver of daylight creeping over the horizon making your features glow so romantically.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you tried to focus on the count in your head, dutifully keeping track of the seconds until his allotted prep time was up.

Evidently, he didn’t need a timer, his voice broke the silence before you had even gotten to forty-five.

“Y’know, I got a walk-on tryout invite for baseball at Chapel Hill,” he started.

You resisted the urge to look at him or respond, despite your mind racing to connect the dots between that statement and the challenge of explaining why he wants you.

“I was…so shitty,” he laughed at the memory, “I mean just awful. Striking out in the cage, my fielding was all over the place, I dropped a fucking pop fly. I’ve made that play a thousand times and the one time it counted, I dropped it. I mean, you wouldn’t have even recognized me out there. And the best part was that my dad came to watch. He bribed an old alum buddy to get him into closed tryouts just to watch me absolutely shit the bed.”

His smile faded.

“It was the worst day of my life. The coaches didn’t even call me themselves, they sent me an automated email to tell me I didn’t make the team. They were nice enough to send me some film from the tryout, though. I must’ve watched it a hundred times. I was spiraling like a bitch, just full on meltdown. I watched that film over and over, like some kind of torture. When I watched it, I just kept wondering how that guy could’ve ever been considered good.”

He turned to you, looking down at you intensely, hesitating for the first time since he started talking.

“I know I fumbled you. I knew it from the second it happened. And,” he swallowed hard, struggling with the next part. “I knew you were in love with me.”

Your head snapped to the side to look at him, face beat red.

“I was an idiot, but I wasn’t blind,” he continued before you could interject a defense. “The problem was never that I didn’t know, it was that I didn’t know why. But the way you looked at me, I don’t know, it made me feel like I must be like, somewhat good. Why else would you care about me if I wasn’t? But then when I was fucking rotting in my dorm watching that film over and over it kind of hit me…you didn’t love me because I was good. I was good because you loved me.”

Breath escaped you, eyes glossy as you let those beautiful words sink in, but he wasn’t done.

“I thought it was just a lucky break that I got you for four years. And of course I fucked it up, I fuck everything up. After those tryouts, I had nothing, no one. I failed my classes, dropped out of rushing a frat, I stopped talking to everyone. Shit, even my sisters were calling me to see if I was okay. I got it together eventually, kind of, but it’s never been the same. I have never been the same…since you. But then I saw you on the beach the other day, and it kind of hit me. The biggest loss wasn’t your love for me, or my fielding skills, or the bullshit frat parties. It was my best friend. You were my best friend. You were - you are - my favorite fucking person. When all that shit happened, you were the only one I wanted to talk to, and I couldn’t, I didn’t deserve to. But god, I’d give anything, anything, to have my best friend back. You don’t have to…be with me. I understand if you don’t want to. But please, can we just be friends again?” ”

You blinked up at him as he finished his monologue, all his words swirling around your head like cartoon birds, dizzying and all consuming. You wished it really was a test, cause then you’d have a printed copy that you could study and analyze and go over and over with different colored highlighters.

But it wasn’t a test. It wasn’t a metaphor. It was just you and the boy you love standing on the beach at sunrise, looking at each other like you were the only two people on earth.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

His eyes blinked rapidly, trying and failing to hold back his emotion. Before he could spiral any further, you added,

“I don’t wanna just be friends.”

His eyes flicked over yours for just a second, double checking, asking you silently if that meant what he thought it did. You gave him the slightest nod, as if to finally say “yes, Rafe.”

Rafe’s hands landed firm but gentle on either side of your face, pulling you towards him. Your lips met in a symphony of passion and affection and need and a mutual sigh of fucking finally.

He tasted better than you’d ever imagined, a sweet rush to your head as his tongue parted your lips slightly. He pulled back just an inch to let his uncontrollable smile break against yours, laughing into each other’s mouths in disbelief and pure, unadulterated joy. Once he was satisfied that you understood how happy he was, he pulled you back in.

If the first kiss was a spark, the second kiss was a goddamn explosion. He kissed you like you like the tide kisses the shore in a hurricane, his tsunami waves crashing into you over and over again. His tongue took over, claiming you, taking up space in your mouth like he never planned to leave. His hands drifted, one to the back of your head, laced in your hair, the other on the small of your back, holding you against himself. Your hands snaked up his arms, savoring every inch of him until you reached his shoulders. You linked your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as you stood on your tiptoes to meet him, finding middle ground for the first time in your lives.

After a while, your lips parted, both of you desperate for breath, the lack of oxygen dizzying.

“So,” he smiled, hand still cradling your head and his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip, “did I pass?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to consider it, “A minus.”

“What? You must be grading on a curve,” he shook his head.

“Maybe you could do some extra credit,” you flirted.

With a sly smile at that, he returned his lips to yours, and you forgot a time when you didn’t know what it was like to kiss him.

Time passed, the sun rose, night bloomed into morning, and Rafe kissed you for what could’ve been a lifetime. With each minute that passed with his lips on yours, you felt all the bad memories fade to gray, the past washing away with the crash of the waves, leaving only him.

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Carter’s Jeep sat parked on the side of the road, the interior dark in the early morning light, except for the phones buzzing uncontrollably on each seat.

On the passenger's side, Rafe’s phone blew up with texts from Topper. The most recent reading ‘dude, we’ve got trouble at the house…’

On the driver’s seat, yours lit up with twelve missed calls and a single text from Carter,

‘Don’t come back.’

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(to be continued)

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rafesbabygirlx · 17 hours ago

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Not including Pope because I have a Tutor!Pope x Popular!Reader in mind!

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #JJ Maybank #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank angst #rafe angst #john b outer banks #john b routledge #John b Routledge angst

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rafesbabygirlx · 19 hours ago

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Finally got around to reading this chapter and omg am i obsessed w these two 😭😭

Girls on Film

pairing: pornstar!Rafe x pornstar!Reader

Summary: Running away from home to become a pornstar was never in your books. Having to move in with some asshole wan't in it either. Surely living in a house with someone you dislike can't be hard. It's just work, that's all it is. Right?

Warnings: 18+, smut, deep throating, overstimulation, use of vibrator, unprotected sex, Rafe being a tease, oral (m&f receiving), (let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 5.4K

A/N: Meant to post this two days ago and it totally slipped my mind. But sorry for the long waits in updates, life has been crazy

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Chapter 7: Fuck It

The sound of birds chirping fills your ears. Your head moves slightly as Rafe breathes, his chest expanding and taking you with it. Groggily you detangle from him, lifting his arm off your hip so you could use the bathroom. Basing off how dark it still is outside it has to be early in the morning. Creeping back into the room you climb on the bed trying to avoid Rafe. You face the wall with your back turned to him, your mind racing from last night.

You didn’t get time to really think about what happened. The two of you fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed after the shower. But now that you are up your mind is thinking back to it. That was just a fluke. Some mistake that he’ll forget about. There’s a pressure on your wait and when you look down you see that it’s Rafe’s arm. “Stop overthinking.” His morning voice doesn’t really help you. He’s speaking right in your ear, his breath dancing along your skin.

The hold he has on your hip intensifies as you move around to get comfortable. In the process your ass meets his front, feeling the hard on he has in his boxers. “Sorry.” You try to move away but he pulls you closer, kissing your neck lightly. Leaning your head to the side more you give him better access. He told you to stop over thinking, so that’s what you’ll do. This doesn’t have to mean anything.

Fingers grab the hem of your sleep shirt, well Rafe’s shirt, and push it up to your chin. His hands cups one of your breasts playing with it as he slowly rocks his hips against yours. Catching onto his plan you move your hips along, meeting him every time. The hand on your breast tweaks your nipple as his lips suck on the pulse point on your neck. “Bet I could slide right into you. You’d want that wouldn’t you?” A small moan leaves your lips.

“How are you so cocky this early in the morning?” His hand abandons your nipple and moves to push your shorts down. “Star, for you I can’t seem to help it.” You giggle as you kick the shorts off. “You’re like that to everyone. I’m not special.” Looking back at him you take a moment to soak in his features. Even though it’s still dark, the little stream of light coming in illuminates his face. “Yes you are.” He doesn’t give you time to respond, kissing you as his other arm slides under your pillow.

The hand grabs your jaw holding you in place as he puts your leg over his. Rafe takes a hold of his dick, lining himself up to your entrance. Just like he thought, you were soaked. You both moan as he pushes in. Rafe’s mouth is wide open, grunts spilling into yours as he thrusts his hips. His hand leaves your jaw, finding your shoulder to hold you against him. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. It echoes, bouncing off the walls back to your ears.

If you really think about it this is the first time you two slept together in this way. Every other time felt more like you were trying to fuck each other out of your systems. This time it was like you were enjoying it. Well of course you are, no matter how much he annoys you he sure as hell can fuck you. This just is a different experience than the others. You don’t dwell on it much since he starts circling your clit. All of your thoughts fall to the back of your mind as you focus on the pleasure.

Your hand grips his arm, nails digging into the skin creating crescent shaped marks. “Harder.” He delivers a sharp thrust making the air in your lungs rush out. “Just a little greedy whore aren’t you? Begging for more like you’re ungrateful.” You whine at his words, clenching harder around him. His hand detaches from your shoulder and grabs your jaw to look back at him. “You aren’t ungrateful right?” Using his hand he shakes your head no. He lightly taps your cheek waiting for the words to leave your mouth. “No.” Rafe lets out an airy laugh as he continues his pace. “No what, Star?”

“I-I’m not ungrateful.” You struggle with the words as you focus on the feeling of your orgasim creeping up. “That’s right baby. What do we say?” A moan rips its way out of your throat as you teeter on the edge of crashing. “Thank you. Thank you.” You keep repeating the words as your orgasim takes over all your senses. Rafe helps you through it whispering in your ear and slowing down his pace as you calm down. “Did such a good job for me.” He kissed the side of your head, pulling out and cumming between your legs. He holds you close against his body, your breaths synching as you try to regain control of your body.

The heat of his body dissipates as he retreats to the bathroom making you feel cold. Your heart beat finally regulates when Rafe gets back with washcloth. He cleans you up and tosses the rag on his side table. He’ll deal with that clean up when he wakes up again but he couldn’t be bothered at the moment. Getting back in bed he lays on his back staring at the ceiling. When he realizes you are still facing away from him, he turns you over. “What are you doing?” Your voice is filled with sleep. “Just go to sleep.” Resting your head on his chest you let the sound of his heartbeats lull you to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning you were still wrapped in his arms. Looking up at his face, his mouth is open as little snores fill up the room. Quietly you try to get up but his arms tighten and bring you back. You lay there staring at the door as you try to get comfortable again. Based on how light it is outside, you think that everyone might be up. The thought was confirmed when a knock came from the door. Pulling up the comforters more you call out. “Yeah?” The door creaks open, Sarah poking her head through the door. “Hey! My dad is looking for the two of you.”

You sit up causing Rafe to stir from his sleep. “Where are you going?” He yawns and rubs his eyes. “Dad’s looking for you.” His head turns to look at Sarah, his eyes narrowing at her. “Get out. We’re leaving anyway.” You sit there uncomfortably as the two siblings look at each other. Sarah opens the door more, standing fully in the doorway now. “Can you stop acting like a kid for one second? Dad’s upset and wants to talk about it.” Rafe gets up rolling his eyes and grabbing clothes for himself and handing you the bag that has your clothes.

“I’ll stop once you learn to mind your own fucking business.” Sarah shoots you a look before looking back at her older brother. “When are you going to stop hating me? I’m not your enemy Rafe. You’re the only one standing in your way.” Sarah walks out the room letting the door slam behind her. Scoffing Rafe makes his way to the bathroom to get ready. Not really knowing what to say, you join him. He keeps mumbling to himself, you only catch a few words but you know he’s upset about Sarah.

As he’s packing up the bags you take a deep breath before leaping into a topic you know might end things badly. “Do you really hate her?” He pauses a beat before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know.” You make the bed as you think about what else to say. It’s not really your place to pry into his life but you find it hard to believe he could hate his own sister. “She’s getting the company after my dad retires.” You sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him to go on. His back is still turned to you but his muscles are tense. “I worked so hard with him and she’s getting it all. She doesn’t even care about real estate and he’s just handing it over to her. Everything is handed to her and I get stuck with being the family psycho.”

Rafe’s shoulders are moving up and down at a faster rate than when he started. Getting up from the bed you wrap your arms around him. Your cheek is pressed against his back feeling his rapid heartbeat. “I don’t think you’re a psycho.” You squeeze your way in front of him. His blue eyes are wide as he looks down at you. “I think your dad made a mistake. Seems to me you really wanted it and were willing to do the work.” One of his arms wrap around your waist as the other raises so he can hold your cheek. He looks between your eyes, determining that you meant what you are saying.

Taking you by surprise he kisses you. His lips moving against yours to get out all of the emotions and words he wants to say. When he pulls away he watches you and how your eyes are still closed as if you are processing everything. “Come on, let’s go home.” opening your eyes you smile and follow his lead. As you step off the bottom step of the stairs Ward and Wheezie make their way into the house. “You’re leaving?”

The look in her eyes matches the broken one you saw in Rafe earlier. She walks over to Rafe and hugs him tightly as Ward watches them. As the two siblings have their moment he looks over at you. The older man walks over with an indifferent look. “Can I talk to the both of you?” Rafe lets go of Wheezie and grabs your hand ready to leave. He drags you past his father and opens the door so you could exit. “Rafe!” Ward's voice echoes through the halls. You look back urging him to just keep walking. Taking a moment to think of what to do, Rafe turns around and looks at his dad. “What?”

“You are really going to leave? Haven’t you grown up in the past year?” Squaring his shoulder Rafe stands taller staring his father dead in the eyes. “I did. Realized you’re no man to look up to.” He grabs your hand again making sure his dad saw. “Maybe it’s you who needs to grow up.” Turning back around he brings you outside and packs up the car.

The car ride to the Ferry was silent. Once you had gotten on he sat across from you staring out of the window. “Are you okay?” He glances at you without turning his head. “Yeah.” You really don’t believe him but you don’t press further. There’s an awkwardness that fills the air. Rafe has so much going on in his brain that he didn’t realize he was shutting you out. He’s so used to dealing with things on his own that he didn’t think you would want to help. Not to mention his dad instilled the idea of he’s a man and he can’t rely on others to help him. If he opened up to you now he’d just prove his dad right about him being weak.

The silence continued even when you had gotten home. As soon as the door opened he made his way over to his room and locked himself in. For the rest of the day you unpacked and cleaned up the house. As the day turned into night you tried to get him to come out but he didn’t. The tv in his room can be heard from the hallway and sometimes the channel switches letting you know he’s still alive. Giving up you just go to your room and call it a night.

That was two days ago. He finally came out of his room the next day and apologized for acting the way he did. But if you were being honest the damage was done. The whole night you stayed up replaying the whole weekend. You felt used. Maybe you were overthinking it but he shut you out so quickly as if he wasn’t just inside you a few hours prior. You didn’t expect him to tell you everything or divulge how he feels. But would talking to you about anything else have been so hard?

He could tell that you were somewhat upset but didn’t pry. But after you said you were going to hang out with Amelia and Danny picked you up he was mad. He waited up all night waiting for you to come back and when you didn’t he started to freak out. All of his messages were left on delivery which did not help his anger. Then you waltzed through the front door this morning as if nothing happened.

“Where were you?” You practically jumped expecting him to still be sleeping. Looking at your phone you see that you have two hours until the whole crew would be here. “I’m not late.” You go to try and shower wanting to get the night off of you. Amelia had dragged you and Danny to a club since the girl she was seeing was a bartender there. The three of you kept getting free drinks the whole night leading to you all being wasted by the time you got back to Amelia’s house. “You didn’t come back home last night. Thought something happened to you.” Rafe gets up off the couch following you down the hall.

He stands in the bathroom doorway as you get undressed not caring that he’s watching. “We had too much to drink so I crashed there.” Your right hand goes to test the shower water shooting back when it was still cold. “You and Danny have fun?” The way he asks the question almost makes you believe that he was jealous but you knew better. “Yeah, I got to meet Melia’s girlfriend. Let me tell you she can make a mean drink.” He doesn’t look amused when you look back at him. “I‘m sure she does”

Getting in the shower you close the curtain, leaving Rafe to stare at your silhouette. “What’s got you in a mood?” He walks further in sitting on the countertop next to the sink. “Did you sleep with him?” He can see how you got still. Pulling the curtain to the side you give him a dumbfounded look. “Are you serious right now?” When he just keeps staring you realize that he really was. “I can’t believe you are asking this right now. No, we did not sleep together.” A small smile almost fights its way to his face. “Try not to look too happy.” You go back to washing your body.

“I’m just worried that’s all.” You just hum not wanting to argue with him. “We should talk about the last night at my house.” Honestly you thought he was never going to mention it. Rafe really doesn’t seem like the guy to want to talk about his hookups. “What about it?” If he’s going to bring it up then he has to be the one to lead the conversation. “I’m sorry for my dad. He was out of line to say those things about you and I was wrong for being upset. You were just defending yourself and I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you.”

Oh. You thought he was going to bring up the fact you slept together twice. The fact he’s glazing over it stings even though you should have expected it. “I don’t care what he said about me. He doesn’t know me. What got me upset was how he spoke about you.” Turning off the shower you step out to be greeted with Rafe wrapping your towel around you. The two of you stand there soaking in the way the other looks. You didn’t realize he was just wearing his plaid pj pants and he can’t stop his eyes from following the water dripping down your chest. “Anything else?”

The water drops falling from the shower head sounds loud as he gathers what to say. After another moment of him not saying anything you go to walk. Rafe stumbles over his feet trying to stop you from leaving the bathroom. “We slept together.” Your head tilts at his words. “Well yeah thank you for catching on.” You roll your eyes once again trying to leave. He lets you but he’s hot on your heels. He sits on your bed as you find something to wear. “Was that just a one time thing or…?” Your towel drops as you put on a pair of laced thongs. “If I remember correctly it was a two time thing.”

“Haha you know what I mean.” You shrug finding the matching lilac bra and face him as you put it on. “I don’t know Rafe. We work together and that can get messy.” He leans forward reaching out to you. Extending your hand you let him bring you to stand between his legs. His hands rest on your thighs, thumbs lightly caressing the skin. “We literally fuck each other for work, what’s the harm in some fun?” Everything! Your brain screams at you. Everything could go wrong. “Come on, you like it right?”

A smirk falls on his face when you nod your head yes. He pulls you even closer, forcing him to rest his head on your stomach and to look up at you. His arms fully wrap around you keeping you trapped. “Aren’t you scared we’ll screw this up?” You ask, trying to make him really think about this. “Nah.” He kisses your stomach moving up along your sternum until he gets to the cups of your breast. “Wouldn’t the other girls be sad to lose you?” He nips at the bra cup before pushing you a little to look at him. “You jealous, star?” There’s a cocky look on his face.

“Uh-hm.”

Both of your heads snap to your open door seeing Jared and Liz standing there. You push yourself off him and grab your robe from your closet. When you stand in front of them again you try to get a read of Liz’s face. She’s not really giving you much but you can imagine she’s disappointed. “We messaged to let you know we were shooting early.” Jared tries to explain only to be cut off by Liz. “Get dressed and meet us in the living room.” She walks away leaving Jared there looking between you and Rafe.

Rafe stands up from your bed, walking by you to go change in his room. “We’ll talk more later.” He winks at you when he passes, stopping to dab up Jared. “Nice man.” Jared praises him before looking back at you. He’s hoping that your robe will drop and he can get another glimpse. Rafe pushes Jared towards the living room. “Man just go do your job.” When you are left in your room all alone you think about what you just did.

Liz is going to be so mad at you. Which was the correct answer because she walks in your room just as you finished getting dressed. “What did I tell you?” She sighs out. It’s as if she knew this would happen and she’s not surprised. “Stay away from Rafe, I know. We were just talking.” She gives you an unconvincing look giving away that she doesn’t believe you. Moving the pile of clothes on your dresser she leans on it. “So you’re telling me the two of you haven’t slept together.” You look around the room and stick your hands out. “Well considering it’s our job, yeah.” She gives you a sharp look. “Okay yes we did.”

With a deep sigh Liz walks to your door. “It better go well because I won’t have you two ruining this series. We have a lot of money going into this project, don’t do something stupid.” You follow her out of your room feeling as if the plain halls are longer than usual. Maybe this is a bad idea. Sure you like sleeping with him but this is your job, it could end badly. The other girls in the studio seem to have their own boyfriends or at least they don’t seem to care about relationships. You’ve seen some of the costars hooking up with each other. The main studio lot had so many rooms that they just slip away and fuck. You’ve even seen some of the directors and crew sleeping with the stars. The more you think about it the more you don’t get why you are so against it.

“You good?” The thoughts fade from your mind as you realize you are sitting in the living room already. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there but it was long enough for Rafe to see something wrong. Guess living with someone makes you understand them better. “Was thinking about our conversation earlier.” Everyone got up ready to begin filming so you got up and headed over to the room. “Come to a conclusion yet?” He throws an arm around you, looking down at your expression. With a slight smile you shrug.

“Maybe.”

Liz is waiting for the two of you when you get into the room. “Alright you too on the bed. Rafe you know what to do right?” Her attention is focused on him, standing a bit taller to look more intimidating. It’s sweet seeing how much she cares for you. Saluting her, Rafe sits on the edge of the bed. “Yes ma’am.” The shit eating grin on his face causes her to roll her eyes. “Alright let's get started.” You make your way onto the bed ignoring the little box that's on the floor. After you get comfortable, action is called and the cameras start shooting.

Rafe’s hand finds your calf rubbing it up and down. “Come on, let me try something.” You bite your lip as you stare at him. “I don’t know.” He crawls up the bed, using his leverage on you to drag you down. Quickly he pecks your cheek, moving his hand to grab yours. Lifting it up to his mouth he kisses it, his lips moving along the flesh. “I promise I’ll make you feel good. Please baby.” His lips find your neck sucking on it, leaving a bruise that’s starting to form. “If you don’t like it I’ll stop.”

Cerulean eyes stare into yours. There’s a hint of sincerity in his words, letting you know that you control the show. Hesitantly you nod your head yes. It’s mostly for show but at the same time you missed the debrief so you don’t know what’s going on. The smile that graces his face is full of mischief. Before you could ask him what he was going to do his lips crashed onto yours. His hands grab your thighs, prying them apart, allowing him to slot himself between them. Rafe’s hips grind softly against yours not really giving you any friction just enough to make you want more.

Having enough you wrap one leg around him to make him go hard which only led to him forcing it back down. “Mhm mhm no moving.” Both your breaths swirl in the gap between you. He leans back down, nipping at your lips before moving down to your neck. Slowly he takes off your shirt, playing with your breasts over the bra. “Swear you get more perfect every time. God damn.” Biting down on the flesh his teeth leave a mark. Not one to hurt you but one that will be there to remind you who makes you feel good. One of his hands finds the outside of your shorts, rubbing your pussy through the fabric. Rafe focuses on your breasts for a few minutes soaking up every moan you let out.

Eventually he moves his kisses down and slides off your shorts. His tongue licks a strip over the laced fabric causing you to let out a loud moan. A hand goes to reach for the back of his head but is swatted away. “Just be a good girl and stay still.” He smirks when you listen. Kisses litter your thigh. Small bruises forming from the bites and hickeys he left. By the time he goes back to your thing it’s soaked. He peels the fabric off of you, placing them in his back pocket. “Look at the pretty pussy. She wet just for me?” He looks at you waiting for an answer.

“Yes.” The tip of his tongue darts out taking a taste. Rafe moans before diving right in. He’s eating you out as if he was a man starved. Not even coming up for air. His arms lock around your legs keeping you in place with the hands holding your waist. Even if you wanted to move, which you do, you couldn’t. Every whine that leaves your lips seems to spur him on even more. “Please.” Gasping for air his lips leave your clit just for his fingers to keep rubbing it. “Please what, star?” The cocky head tilt and smile made you moan out.

“I need more.” He tsks, going back to licking your folds as his thumb circles your clit. “Still so greedy. Thought I fucked that out of you.” He slaps your clit, a painful moan tearing from your throat. The wet noise vibrates against the walls making it sound louder than it is. Or maybe you really were that wet, you honestly don’t know. The way his lips wrap around your clit and suck is mind numbing so you can’t think. “Maybe I didn’t teach your lesson.” The fast approaching orgasim depleats as he pulls away. He sits up staring down at you sprawled out on the bed, eyes darting to the wet spot on the bed.

“Why did you stop? Come back.” Your hand goes to reach him and he catches it. He places gentle kisses on each finger before looking you in the eyes. “Still trust me?” You look at him debating if you do. “Yeah.” He smiles. “Good.” Leaning forward he hangs off the bed for a moment before coming back into view with a box. Looking to the side you wonder where it was. The sound of the package opening gets your attention back onto Rafe. With a calm demeanor he pulls out a vibrator.

“Oh god.”

“He can’t help you now.” With a click the vibrator turns on filling the room with a hum. You thought he would go right into it but he took you by surprise. He placed the vibrator on your tits, circling your nipple. Moaning at the feeling he drags it along your skin. When he reaches your thighs he looks at your face enjoying how your eyes are closed. Teasingly he drags the machine up and down your thighs, slightly stroking your folds before moving away. He’s teasing you and you hate that you’re enjoying it.

“Where do you want it?” There’s an edge to his voice. When you open your eyes, you see that he’s stroking himself through his pants. Using your hand you try to move the vibrator to your clit but he pulls it back. “Words or I stop.” Taking a deep breath you steel your nerves. “O-on my clit.” A cheshire smile graces his features. “Good girl.” With no more hesitation the machine finally meets your clit. Rafe crouches down more, laying on the side of you as his hand keeps the purple vibrator steady.

The leg closest to him goes to move and he throws one of his on top, his foot holding the other one down. “Wanna see that pretty pussy. Don’t you dare close your legs.” The vibrations are too much for you. You were already so close to your orgasim that this is making you feel like you will explode. “Ra-” You choke on a moan as he increases the speed. His lips kiss your neck finding your ear. “It’s okay, star. I got you.” That was enough to have your orgasim rushing through you. Your back lifts off the bed from the sheer force that is running through you.

He moves the vibrator to help you calm down. Once he realized your breath was becoming normal again he placed it back. “No.” His unoccupied hand covers your mouth. “Yes you can and you will.” Removing his hand he gains access back to your lips blocking you from complaining further. Small moans escape your mouth only to be met with groans from Rafe. He’s practically humping your side relieving the pressure in his pants. You are so sensitive that your next orgasim rushes through you once again.

This time he actually gives you time to catch your breath. He stands up from the bed, rushing to take his pants off. “Put your head on the edge of the bed.” You lift yourself up to the best of your abilities. “What?” Running low on patience Rafe grabs you, manhandling you until your head is hanging off the edge of the bed. His left hand takes a hold of his cock, tapping your face with the head. “Open.” Without being told twice you do, allowing him to slip it in.

Rafe rocks his hips slowly letting you adjust to him being in your throat again. After a few thrusts he leans over you, one arm keeping him up. The moans he’s letting out are like honey in your ear. There rich a hint of raspiness in them. Then the hum of the vibrator turns on again. You try to push him out of your mouth but he doesn’t let you. Your throat constricts around him when the little machine touches your clit again. “Such a good girl. Swallowing my dick like you’re supposed to.” He moans out, his arm almost giving out on him.

His orgasim is itching to burst but he’s determined to make you cum again. Setting the level higher, he adds more pressure to your clit. Your hands grip the sheets bunching the material around your fingers. Rafe moves the vibrator up and down teasing you further before clicking it to the highest setting possible. He keeps fucking your throat as you shake under him. The vibrations of your moans are practically pulling his orgasim out of him. Your hand shoots up to his arm as your orgasim finally washes through you.

In haste he throws the vibrator on the bed and stands up straight. He pulls out of your mouth using his right hand to stroke himself. He barely does a full stroke when he starts to paint your chest and some of your mouth with his cum. With every stroke more cums out until you are covered. He kneels down in front of your face, scooping some of the cum off of you and shoving it in your mouth. Rafe hums as you suck on his fingers before removing them to crash his mouth to yours. “Did such a good job, star.”

When the two of you get out of your little bubble you notice that everyone is packing up. But standing by the door was Jared and Liz chatting as they looked at the two of you. Their faces were a mix of awe, shock, and worry. Maybe you were thinking too much into it but you couldn’t help to shake the feeling off. Rafe helped you off the bed using a wet towel to clean you up. “Good job you two. Keep up whatever it is that makes the two of you so good.” Jared’s voice saps both your attention to him. He just smiles and gives a small nod before walking away dragging Liz’s arm with him.

After everyone leaves it's just the two of you again. Rafe doesn’t say anything, just brings you to the bathroom and runs the shower. Like it’s normal he steps into the water bringing you along and washes your body. “How’s your throat?” Your back is facing him as you rinse off. “Okay. Might need to drink some tea later.” You can’t see him but you think he nods along to your words. Tenderly his hands grab your waist before he hugs you from behind. Little kisses find their way to your neck. “Any thoughts about what we talked about earlier?” You turn in his arms and smile at him.

“I’m in, fuck it.”

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Zya you’re STILL KILLING MEEEEEEE. Who’d he sleep with?! This is SO GOOD BB 😭😭😭😭

HEARTBREAK: LIVE | part fifteen

MASTERLIST (SMAU) | Ex BF!Rafe x Radio Host!Female Reader

Summary — After a mysterious breakup with the university's golden couple, you went incognito. However, when your best friends drags you back into a spotlight, hosting a radio talk show, you find yourself opening up again. This time, with whole world listening (including Rafe).

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rafesbabygirlx · 21 hours ago

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i like your tags. but i like you more 😘🤩💕💕

No bc I love you sm rn 🥹🙂‍↕️💕

#asks #rafescokewhore

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rafesbabygirlx · 24 hours ago

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QUEER POSTER

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rafesbabygirlx · 24 hours ago

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Please god, if you cared about me

CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BICEPS PLEASE AND THANK YOU GOD DAMN

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rafesbabygirlx · 1 day ago

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Looking for more mutuals to talk with. It’s lonely out here for a new writer. If you like any of the tags let me know 🙂‍↕️🥲💞

#drew starkey #rafe cameron #pope heyward #jj maybank #john b routledge #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #chase stokes #rudy pankow #jonathan davis #madison bailey #madelyn cline #outer banks #jj maybank outer banks #pope Hayward outer banks #sarah cameron outer banks #Kiara careers outer banks #rafe cameron outer banks #john b outer banks

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rafesbabygirlx · 1 day ago

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“little fried sarah”

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Drew sometimes just needs to be inside you. 😵‍💫

“C’mere. Been fucking hours since I’ve got to touch you.” Drew’s low voice vibrated against the smooth skin of your neck as his large hands squeezed your waist. It didn’t take long for him to have the both of you naked, his blue eyes boring down into yours as he buried his thick cock into you until you were stuffed full.

“That’s my g-good fucking girl. Wanted to be inside your pretty pussy all night.” His tone gruff as he began thrusting into you at hard pace. With Drew liking to keep your relationship private and seeing the way you looked at the Outer Banks season 4 premiere that evening had him feral. He couldn’t touch you the way he really wanted to and as soon as he got you back to the hotel he had you folded in half in no time.

“Drew baby… fuck me.” You mumbled, your manicured nails digging into his thick biceps as he pounded your poor hole out. He had looked so good tonight and you were so proud of him. Him being inside you was just a plus to end the amazing night. Your cunt was leaking around his fat length, your sweetness making his cock shine each time he slid out. You reached up with one hand to yank at the back of his growing mullet, a low growl escaping between his lips as you seemed to pull him impossibly closer.

“Don’t you worry baby. Gonna be fucking your tight little holes all night. You’ll have no problem sleeping on that flight tomorrow after I’m done with you.” He teased, pulling his cock all the way out only to slam it back in full force to make your toes curl and cunt gush.

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Waking up on your 18th birthday with your boss rafe splitting you open with his c ck

Taking your virginity

And at first its painful and you try to get away but soon you are a moaning mess

And after he finished inside of you you obey immediatly when he tells you to go on your hands and knees so he can take your first time a n a l too

Finally 18

“There she is.. eyes on me princess” you blink your eyes open as you feel the pain of something splitting you open down below.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up” he grunted as he pushed his tick cock as deep as it’d go.

You gasp as you feel the full length of him. The way he bulges in your belly and the feel of him literally stretching you out.

“Uh uh uh, don’t try to run” he grips your wrists and pins you to the bed, eyes on you as a wild smirk plays on his lips.

You moan out as you feel his cock pull back and slam back in again.

“This pussys so tight” he moans as he drops his head into your neck, nuzzling and nipping at the skin.

“Once I destroy this pussy, I want you on your knees so I take ruin that other hole of yours”

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Omg I’m obsessed 🫠

Hi I’m not sure if your taking any requests but

Can you write something where Drew/Rafe and reader are friends with benefits and later on he goes on a date and reader gets jealous and starts avoiding him and he go to talk to her and they get in a argument about why they shouldn’t date and he’s like “we made a deal we wouldn’t catch feelings” and readers like “I know but..” and then he’s like “but what?” And she’s like “I LOVE YOU!” And then they have sex?

we're friends aren't we?- rafe cameron

requested

warnings: sexual themes, angst, fluff?, mention of cheating. sarah isn't part of the pogues here.

y/n's heart dropped to her stomach to the answer topper gave her when she asked him if rafe wasn't coming to the get together kelce was hosting at his house for their small group of friends for the night as he hadn't arrived yet and he hadn't answered any of her last three texts in the whole day.

"he's going on a date, some girl that moved here a few months ago." he said not giving much importance to the matter but sarah looked at her knowing what her brother and their shared friend had been doing for a few months now.

"oh i didn't know." she said giving her drink a sip while heartbreak and jealousy ate her insides.

so when at midnight while she was watching friends on her tv to distract herself from the fact that rafe was on a date with someone else and a text from him came asking if 'she was up', she ignored it. how dare him after being on a date with someone else and probably after kissing that said someone else.

she felt so stupid, hooking up with her best friend and falling in love with him when they agreed to no feelings involved type of arrangement. she didn't realized she was falling in love with him, they kept a secret what they had been doing even if it was pretty obvious to everyone in their circle and she knew he didn't felt the same, she could flirt with anyone else and he didn't care, he flirted with other girls but not hooking up, that was aprt of their arrangement too. not hooking up with other people to make sure the two could stay clean.

y/n went to sleep and the next morning she woke up to two other texts from him, she ignored those too. and the one's that came the two following days. dodging their friends to not have to see him, using 'i have to study. have a final next week.' as an excuse but when sarah told him that y/n wasn't coming to their get together that afternoon and the reason she gave, he knew y/n was lying.

"why have you been ignoring me?" rafe's voice made her jump from her spot.

"what the hell? how did you get in?" she dropped the hand that had gone to her chest at the scare he gave her.

"your mom let me in on her way out, you know how much she loves me." he grinned and sat down in her bed. "now why have you been ignoring me?"

"i told sarah i'm busy studying, couldn't text back." she said continuining her task of folding her clothes.

"see that's where the lie lands, your mom said you had your last final last week and i already knew it because i picked you up right after." he grinned at her knowing she had to tell him the truth now.

"i didn't want to talk to you, that's it. can't i have a bit of peace and not wanting to get fucked" she looked at him.

"we won't fuck if you don't want to, we can still hang out as we always do." he forrowed his eyebrows.

"we don't do that anymore rafe and you know it. now you only call me when you want to fuck me." she answered, anger in her voice. the subject from the other night still in her mind even if she knew she shouldn't get mad.

"that's not true, we went to the beach the other night and then we got ice cream." he defended himself.

"and then we fucked and i love fucking but i feel so used sometimes if you want soemthing else you do that with someone else and you know that, talking about that. how was your date?" she bite her lip knowing she had exposed herself.

"it's about that then." he laughed but stopped when he saw her expression.

"get out rafe, our arrangement is over if you're dating i won't tolerarte seeing you with someone else and then get in your sheets." she signaled the door indicating for him to go.

"our arrangement doesn't have to be over just because i went on a date."

"you take a stranger on a date but not me when you're fucking me." she exclaimed.

"we said we wouldn't do that, that we wouldn't do the catching feelings and couple stuff." he stood up.

and she stayed silent.

"y/n? we agreed on that."

"go rafe, please leave i don't want you here." she was frustrated now.

"no." he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. "didn't we agreed on that?"

"yes but..." she frooze.

"but what?" now he was frustrated.

"i love you! i love you! that's it and i know you don't feel the same otherwise you wouldn't be going on dates so please please leave." she begged and he stayed silent for a moment before crashing his lips to hers.

"i love you too, it makes me insane how much i love you" he says before kissing her again.

"you do?" she asked holding his face in her hands.

"i do." he smiles. "i just, i didn't want to fuck everything and loosing the only part of you i could get outside of being your best friend." he sighs.

"thank god i couldn't bare the thought of loosing you rafe."

they kissed more and more until it got heated, tugging on each others clothes.

"how much will you mom be gone?" he asked turning his face to her neck and kissing her there too.

"two hours."

"that's enough time to show you how much i love you."

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rafesbabygirlx · 1 day ago

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fawwwk they’re gonna get me in trouble

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Oh how I’m gonna miss kinktober 😢 🥵

⟢ LET THIS BE A REMINDER

presenting kinktober day 5 ➔︎ ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader

warnings: DUBCON !! primal play (predator/prey), knife play + carving/branding, blood + blood play, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, choking, pussy slapping, spanking, degrading, praise, brief orgasm denial, threatening/blackmail 18+ mdni word count: 3.2k

A/N: i just want to say thank you to everyone who took the time to read my silly, slutty little fics. i came into kinktober highly nervous because this year is my first time doing it, but y'all have truly made this experience the absolute best !! i love you all so so sooo much, MWAH !!!

kinktober m.list ⟡ rafe m.list

you jerk awake, sitting up with your chest heaving frantically as you flip the switch of the lamp on your bedside table. the small white light illuminates the room, and you turn your head to look at the corner of your bedroom, only to find nothing. a sigh of relief leaves you, and your body starts to relax, knowing there is nothing in the room but you, “it was just another nightmare. you’re fine. he’s long gone; he can’t get you,” you tell yourself.

you pinch the bridge of your nose; there is no way you could fall back asleep now. you reached for your phone, swung your legs off the bed, and planted your feet onto the carpeted floor. you lazily strolled down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. you leaned against the counter, lost in your thoughts, as you stared at the bottle in front of you, debating if you should take the medication you were prescribed last year to help you sleep.

you grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took two into your mouth before swallowing them. the loud ringing of your phone startled you, and you reminded yourself that you were safe. it’s probably nothing you tell yourself when you see ‘No Caller ID’ displayed on the screen.

“hello?” you answer, holding the phone close to your ear when all you can hear is the sound of heavy breathing, “hello? i think you have the wrong number,” you huff, growing agitated. who would call you this late at night?

“you and your little friends got the wrong guy,” the distorted voice echoed in your ear. ”what are you talking about?” you stood up, straightening your posture, “don’t play dumb; you know what I‘m talking about.”.

“the man they arrested last year, topper thornton. he isn’t the killer. he never was,” the voice snickers, “he isn’t necessarily the most innocent man, but it’s not him.”.

“there was enough evidence against topper; everything pointed to him being the killer. i don’t know who this is, but how are you sure it’s not him?”. there was nothing but an eerie silence for a second until the voice spoke again, “because I’m the killer.”.

“really funny, asshole. if you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working. don’t you think I’m used to receiving countless prank calls? do me a favor and don’t call me again,” you snort.

a chill ran up your spine at their chuckle, “oh, my sweet little bunny…a prank call? is that what you think this is? this is far from a prank call,” they paused, “y’know, you look good in white, it makes you look so sweet and innocent.”.

your hands trembled, pulling the phone away from your ear to end the call. you let out a shaky breath, ‘it’s just some asshole trying to scare you,’ you repeat to yourself, pushing the thought to the back of your mind as you head back upstairs to your room.

you push your door open, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you notice the light from your lamp is off. you turn the bedroom light switch on, and a blood-curdling scream erupts from within you at the sight in front of you.

there, on your mirror, was a message written in blood, ‘i’m coming for you next.’.

you’ve been on edge since the incident occurred a few days ago, especially after sheriff shoupe informed you that not only weren’t there any indications of a break-in, but they never found the threatening message you received. it had been wiped clean, almost as if the ghostface killer was taunting you; it was his way of telling you he was still in your home when you had made the call, painting it to look like you had gone insane.

when you brought it up to the pogues, they tried to give a reasonable explanation, “there was blood on the mirror! i’m not making any of this up,” you argued, noticing the pitiful looks on your friends’ faces. “don’t look at me like that, okay? i know what I saw,” you scoffed.

“we’re not saying we don’t believe you, but it doesn’t make sense. i mean, think about it. it’s been a year since the murders,” john b pointed out.

the pogues nodded in agreement, “john b is right, if it wasn’t topper, then why did the murders stop when he got arrested? if the killer is still out there, why wait a year to attack and terrorize again? i think it was just another brainless kook trying to scare you,” pope theorized.

“you need a distraction, and the situation is bothering you. so, i say we go to the fair,” jj grinned, his smile dropping when the entire group groaned, “come on, it’s halloween! besides, it’s not like any of you have plans.”.

the fair was filled with laughter as most people, along with you and the pogues, waited in line for one of the rides. you were pushed up against random people, easily overwhelmed by such a large crowd, and wanting nothing more than space.

you slip out of line, catching your friends’ attention, “where are you going?”.

“this line is insane, and it’s too overwhelming. i’m just going to walk around a bit,” you informed, only for pope to ask if you wanted one of them to come with you. “no, it’s okay. i have my phone on me, so one of you can call me whenever you’re off the ride,” you waved your phone in front of the group.

you continued wandering away from the group and stopped in your tracks when you came across the closed-off entrance to the haunted corn maze, which piqued your interest.

figuring it would be the best place to clear your head, you looked around, noting that no one was watching as you ducked under the rope to enter the maze. your shoes scruff against the dirt, the few dried stalks of corn crunching under your feet the further you made your way into the maze, the only source of light coming from the soft, yellow glow of the moon.

you tap on your phone's screen, grumbling to yourself when you realize the pogues won’t be able to reach you due to no longer having any signal.

you continue walking, wrapping your arms around your waist, stopping at the feeling of being watched. “you’re just being paranoid,” you mumble as you come across the path that now forked into two.

the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the sound of rustling from behind, and you whip around, your eyes darting back and forth, frowning when you find nothing. you turn back around, your eyes widening, and a scream escapes from your throat at the sight of ghostface standing before you, tilting his head as he stares at you.

“told you i was comin’ for you,” his altered voice rang through your ears before he lunged towards you. you duck, barely escaping from his grasp, before running down the left path of the maze, “go on and run bunny! i like the chase!” he chuckles.

you could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage, knowing he was hot on your tail, your feet carrying you as fast as they could. turn after turn, you look behind you, “you can run all you want, but there’s nowhere to hide!”.

your lungs were on fire the faster you ran, your head turning to look in front of you, panic starting to kick in when you’re met with a dead end.

“dead end? gotta say it must be my lucky night,” he taunts, taking in your trembling form, “aw, you poor thing. are you scared? you should be, but that’s okay, i like ‘em scared.”.

all you could do was back away the closer he stepped forward until your back was flush against the corn stalks.

“i’m a bit disappointed. i like a challenge, and you made the chase far too easy,” he ridiculed, “i’ll tell you what, let’s make it interesting and play a little game. the rules are simple. if you manage to find your way out of this maze before i catch you, i’ll let you go…but if you don’t, let’s just say I finally get to have my way with you.”.

you can’t help but press your thighs together, craning your neck to the side, turning away from him, ashamed at the fact his words turned you on. “don’t you dare look away from me,” he sneered, his knife glinting in the moonlight as he gently traced it along your cheek to your chin, turning your head to face him again.

“answer me,” he commanded, the blood draining from your face when he moved the knife down your neck, nicking the flesh enough to break through the skin as he removed his mask, revealing himself.

“surprised, bunny?” rafe smirks, enjoying the stunned look on your face, his eyes fixating on the small drop of blood coming from the cut on your neck that he caused. rafe dips his head down, letting out a throaty chuckle as he licks at the blood. his tongue sweeps along your neck and up to your ear, biting at the lobe, “what do you say? do you wanna play a game?”.

you nod when he pulls away, not trusting your voice, “good girl, i’ll give you a head start…starting now,” he whispers, stepping aside.

it was almost embarrassing, yet sick, how turned on you were, your panties sticking to you as you took off running. you run, turning right, then taking a left turn, letting out a shriek as you trip over your feet when rafe’s arms wrap around your waist, causing you to stumble onto the ground.

“gotcha,” he grins, turning you on your back as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. “you gonna be a good girl f’me?” he asks, running the blade of the knife down your chest as you gazed up at him, nodding, “yes.”.

he hums, slipping the knife underneath the fabric and using it to pull your shirt up to reveal your bare tits, “no bra, hm? dirty girl,” he tsks. he lightly presses the flat of the knife against your nipples, watching as they harden from the coolness of the steel. he releases your wrists, his hand traveling down to your hips, reaching for the hem of your skirt, pushing it till it bunches around your waist. you winced as he nicked your sensitive, soft skin, blood slowly trickling from the cut he made when he dragged the blade between the valley of your breasts.

“hmm, even with blood staining your skin, you still look fuckin’ pretty,” rafe purred, lowering his head. his tongue reaches out, flattening against your sternum to chase after the trail of blood. a small yelp leaves your lips when his teeth sink into your nipple, sucking the hardened bud into his mouth. he presses his knee to your clothed cunt, grinning against your nipple as he feels your hips subconsciously rut against him before pulling away, sitting back on the heels of his feet, and tauntingly dragging the knife lower and lower.

you squirm under him as the tip of the knife reaches the waistband of your panties, his eyes catching sight of the wetness seeping through them, “huh, would you look that? soaking right through your panties…you like this, don’t you? like the fact that the big scary killer is takin’ what he wants?”.

“y-yes,” you breathed, feeling him hook the blade under the waistband of your panties, “mm, that’s what I thought.”.

“could’ve done this a whole lot sooner if i had known a filthy little pogue like you would be into this shit,” he teased, the edge of the knife slicing through the flimsy material. he pulls the now-torn panties off your hips, tossing them aside, your thighs parting when he silently tells you to spread them, tapping the handle of his knife to your inner thighs.

he licks his lips, “gonna show you who owns this messy cunt by carving my name into your pretty skin.”.

a yelp travels up your throat, eyes welling with tears and screwing shut when the tip of his knife carved an ‘r’ and ‘c’ into the flesh of your hip. “there you go. all done and branded as mine,” rafe coos, leaning back to admire his work that was now permanently etched into your skin.

he brings the blade to your mouth, “taste yourself, bunny,” he orders, carefully pressing the knife onto your tongue when you open your mouth. he groans to himself, watching the blood from the knife coat your tongue. he cups your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks and spitting into your mouth, “atta girl,” he praises as you swallow.

rafe turns the blade of the knife towards him, running the handle up your inner thighs to your soaked cunt, and you suck in a breath when he teases your clit with it before bringing it back down to your slick folds. a gasp spilled from your mouth when he slips the handle deep into your cunt, your hips bucking as he slowly fucks you with it, pushing it in and out of your sopping cunt.

”oh–” you moan as he continues fucking you with the handle, moving it faster. his cock throbs, watching with a smirk as your head lolls back, “this needy little pussy will take anything I give it, huh?”.

you roll your hips in time with each thrust of the handle. “i asked a question,” rafe gritted his teeth, earning a squeal from you when he gives a harsh slap to your cunt, his ring catching against your clit.

“yes!” you cry out, your legs starting to shake, and you clench around the handle. rafe lands another slap on your cunt, abruptly halting the movements of the handle and pulling it from your cunt, knowing you were on the verge of your orgasm. “n-no, why’d you stop?” you whined, jutting your bottom lip out to pout up at him, making him suck his teeth and shake his head, “should’ve been a good girl and answered me the second i asked a question.”.

your lips quiver, tears filling your eyes in frustration, “p-please, rafe. i’ll listen and be a good girl, i promise.”.

“p-please, rafe,” he mimicked, “you want it that bad? beg for it, then…beg for it, and i’ll make you scream so loud that the entire fuckin’ fair can hear me ruining this needy pussy.”.

“please, rafe. I need you…please fuck me,” you pleaded, looking at him with glassy eyes. “now that wasn’t so hard, was it, bunny?” rafe rasps, tossing his knife a few feet away onto the dirt. your eyes flicker to his hands working his belt, watching him shrug his pants and boxers down his thighs. his hard, thick cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach, and his hands settled on your waist, pulling you with him as he lays flat on his back onto the ground of the corn maze.

“go on. take what you want and fuck yourself dumb on my cock,” he grins, gripping the base of his cock, teasingly running the thick head along your slick folds, enjoying the way you writhed above him. his hands grab your hips, your pussy stretching around his cock as he pulls you onto his length. your palms lay flat on his chest, steadying yourself as you move your hips, moaning softly as he palms your tits, rolling and pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers.

the air is filled with the noises of your ass smacking against his thighs as you bounce yourself up and down his cock, “yeah…just like that,” rafe groans. his hand reaches up, grabbing your throat to pull you down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss. you squealed when he rolled the two of you over, pulling out before flipping you onto your stomach.

your back arches as he shoves your face down onto the ground, giving him a perfect view of your glossy cunt. his fingers intertwined with your locks of hair, pushing on the side of your head, making your cheek press further into the dirt.

his large hands glide up the curve of your ass, “such a sweet little ass,” he hummed in approval. your body jolts forward when his palm comes in contact with the fatty flesh, “but it’s not as sweet as your perfect little cunt.”.

“rafe, stop teasing–” you whine out, a sharp gasp cutting you off when his cock slams into you in one harsh thrust. he grips your hips to keep you still, snapping his hips into yours, “so fuckin’ tight.”.

his lips part, watching the way your pussy swallows around him, sucking him in deeper. you squirm under him, your nails clawing into the dirt beneath you as he pounds into you, “this little cunt is nothin’ but a hole for me to use, isn’t that right?”.

“please use me–” you hiccup, pushing yourself back against his dick, “y’know I can’t say no when you’re acting like a little cock-hungry whore,” he chuckles, his grip on your hair tightening, tugging at the roots. you feel the thick band of his belt wraps around the front of your throat, gasping when your head is pulled back harshly, “knew you’d fuckin’ like this…could feel you dripping down my balls,” rafe chuckles.

your pussy squelches around his cock as he relentlessly pounds into your drooling cunt, the pleasure overpowering the pain of the leather of his belt digging into your neck. he yanks your head back even further, his belt tightening around your throat, your back flush to his chest, “look at you…you’re either sick in the head for letting a murderer fuck you, or your pussy is so fuckin’ desperate for some dick.”.

he slips his hand around your waist to your stomach and feels his cock bulging in your lower abdomen, “feel that? feel how deep i’m in your guts?”.

you thrash in his hold as his palm presses down against the bulge in your belly, his cock rubbing against your walls with each harsh thrust. your brain goes blank, your head spinning, and nothing but incoherent words fall from your lips as his tip repeatedly hits your cervix, “what was that, bunny? oh, right…that little brain of yours can’t form a single thought as I’m fuckin’ you dumb, huh?”.

“s’okay, i know what you need,” he purred, “c’mon, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”.

your walls flutter and squeeze around him, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, your legs trembling and ready to give out. your hands grasp his arm around your waist, crying out his name as you come all over his cock.

rafe holds you steady as your body goes limp, his cock pounding into your abused cunt, “gonna stuff this pussy full of my cum, and you’re gonna take every single drop.”.

rafe’s thrusts become sloppy, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck as his cock twitches. his hips falter, giving you one more thrust; he pushes himself deep inside you, groaning in your ear as his thick ropes of cum spill into you.

your chest heaves, panting for air when he releases his belt from around your neck. his thumb caresses the initials of his name that he had carved into your flesh, “let this be a reminder that i own you. if you try to tell the cops that you know who the real killer is, i won’t be as nice next time”.

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