#rafe x rose

[grinsekatze]

Listen. I’m gonna sell the cross that I found. Okay? That I saved, and when Dad wakes up... Okay. ... he’s gonna see that I took care of it. Not you. Sure.

[r-cameron]

Hate me so good

Twisting her arm behind her back, Rafe managed to snatch the paper knife out of her hand. “You wanted to use that against me?” Rafe scoffed. “Let go of me, you freaking psycho!” She hissed and struggled to break free from his firm grip. Her body writhing. So he pulled her closer. His lips touched her ear as he whispered between clenched teeth. “Or what? What are you gonna do, Rose? What?”

Summary: With Ward in a coma, Rafe tries to take care of his family. But those constant fights with his stepmother make that really hard.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Rose Cameron

Warnings: violence, toxic relationship, age gap, stepcest, aggressive hot SMUT

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You really wanted to read that???

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[rafecameronssl4t]

Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafe’s daughter 🥰

Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff

Word count: 1388

A/n: this was so cute to write 🥹🥹 loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

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“Got everything?” Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabel’s things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabel’s head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.

“We’re not late are we?” You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameron’s luxurious yacht. “Hmm? Not really, they can wait,” Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “They’re here! They’re here!” Wheezie’s voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.

You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. “Wheezie, slow down!” Sarah’s voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.

“Hey!” You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.

Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabel’s cheek. “Hey, easy there,” Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Rafe, she’s being gentle,” you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. “Wanna take her, dad?” you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. “May I?” he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.

“Of course you can, she’s your granddaughter,” you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafe’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, “They all look so happy.”

Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,” Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarah’s candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.

“Send them to me,” you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. “What are you giggling about, hmm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. “Nothing, nothing,” you said, your smile widening. “Just excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.”

Rafe’s smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. “Okay, I think we should move this upstairs, don’t you think?” she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.

“You know, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m right here,” Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. “Yeah, as if I’m letting you look after my kid by yourself.”

Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. “And why not?” Rafe gave her an incredulous look. “Remember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?” Wheezie huffs, “That’s not fair!” She protests, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to put metal in the microwave!”

Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. “Exactly,” Rafe said, patting Wheezie’s head with a teasing smile. “You’re not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.” He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Maybe you can help out when I’m around,” you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. “Deal!” she said, grinning.

~

“Guys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!” Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. “I’ll be right there!” you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabel’s clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.

Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.“How are your boobs not saggy?” Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Sarah!” Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.“Shit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?” Sarah’s face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.

“I’m just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,” she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “Which one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?” Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.

“None of them. They were just saying that,” Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafe’s face where he’d missed a spot. “I think it’s different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine don’t sag,” you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.

“You have such nice tits, it’s really unfair, ” Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. “I’m putting my AirPods in,” he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.

~

“Mabel, come here,” Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.

“Keep coming, sweetie,” you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, “Good job, baby girl!” You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.

Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldn’t help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.

“Are you hungry, bels?” You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabel’s next feeding.

With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.

Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. “Jesus, kid,” he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.

“What? Mabel was hungry,” you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didn’t mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe’s gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. “You should’ve let me know beforehand so I could’ve helped you cover up,” he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.

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[rafeslittleangel]

Soft dom boyfriend Rafe who would have you on his lap, short skirt flared out and face towards him, while gambling with his friends at a party. At some point, he would carefully and slowly unzip his pants, pushing your soaked panties to one corner and shoving his cock in you as you bite his shoulder, trying to silence your moan. Your skirt covers the place where your bodies join, but his friends know exactly what's happening in front of them and chuckle, used to this freaky behaviour from you and Rafe. You would squirm, trying to move but he would still you on his cock, hands on your covered ass.

"Stay still for me sweetheart, daddy's tryna play ain't he?"

He'd whisper while dealing the cards. Fat tears roll down your cheeks, tortured pussy clenching around his long cock like a vice as he refused to let you move. He would smirk as he wins the round, looking at your tear streaked face and red glossy lips.

"My little good luck charm, aren't ya angel?"

His friends would look at you hungrily as you give up on trying to conceal your moans and whimpers, knot in your stomach threatening to unravel, even though you'd hardly moved, cockwarming your boyfriend like the obedient slut you are. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Rafe kisses your throat, massaging your covered tits.

"Come on princess, cum for me won't you? Give daddy's friends a show huh?"

You can't hold on any longer as you cum all over his cock, Rafe lifting the back of your skirt as his friends catch a glance of your slippery wet core. Rafe winks, excusing himself as he carries you, still inside your sensitive cunt as he takes you to a more secluded place.

[maybejj]

Gossip Girl: Outer Banks Part (21)

✩ masterlist ✩

social media au, 18+ MDNI

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs

summary: JJ hard launches your relationship on Instagram after 6 months of dating in secret, for good reason. Now the secret is out and all of Outer Banks knows, including Gossip Girl.

JJ x pogue!reader

Part (22)

Notes: love when girls support girls 🫶🏻 a bit more information of Adam and his background… let me know your thoughts/concerns/theories!

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[maybanksangel]

heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Best Gift Ever

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Rafe Cameron x !Pogue reader

Fandom: Outerbanks (OBX) (TV series)

Summary: Christmas wasn’t for another week or so but this present just couldn't wait.

Merry Christmas everyone I hope you enjoy!

The warm glow of the Christmas tree filled the room as I adjusted the star on top, stepping back to admire the work Rafe and I had put in. He stood behind me, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Not bad for a couple of amateurs,” he said, nudging me playfully with his elbow.

“Amateurs?” I scoffed, turning to face him. “I carried this whole operation. You’re lucky I let you hang the ornaments.”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “You’re right. You did most of the work, as always.”

Rafe had been surprisingly eager to help decorate this year, something I chalked up to the fact that we were spending Christmas together for the first time in our own space. It felt special, almost like we were building our own traditions.

“You think Pope and the others will be impressed?” I asked, stepping over to the couch where a pile of decorations still sat.

“Pope? No. JJ? Definitely not. But Sarah will say it’s cute,” he teased, pulling me into a hug from behind.

I rolled my eyes but smiled, leaning back into him. “Good enough for me.”

Once the last bit of tinsel was draped across the mantle, I turned to Rafe, my heart racing as I remembered the small box hidden under the tree.

“I have something for you,” I said, my voice quieter than usual.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Already? Christmas isn’t for another week.”

“I know, but I couldn’t wait,” I admitted, bending down to grab the neatly wrapped gift.

He took the box from my hands, giving me a curious look before sitting down on the couch. I perched on the armrest, watching his every move.

“You’re acting weird,” he said, shaking the box lightly. “Is it a PS5? Tell me it’s a PS5.”

I snorted, crossing my arms. “Just open it, Cameron.”

He chuckled, tearing through the wrapping paper with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning. When he opened the box, his smile faltered, replaced by a look of shock.

Inside was a tiny unisex baby onesie that read "Merry Christmas Daddy" and a pregnancy test. The silence that followed made my chest tighten.

“Rafe?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes wide with emotion. “Are you serious?”

I nodded, biting my lip as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “Yeah. You’re going to be a dad.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, and I started to panic. But then he broke into the biggest smile I’d ever seen and pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he repeated, his voice filled with awe. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said, laughing through my tears.

He pulled back, cupping my face in his hands. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. You’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

I rolled my eyes, though my heart felt like it might burst. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Get used to it,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead before looking down at the onesie again. “Does anyone else know?”

“Not yet. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

He smiled, his fingers tracing the tiny fabric. “Good. Let’s keep it our secret for now.”

I nodded, leaning into his side as we sat together on the couch, the soft glow of the Christmas tree wrapping us in warmth.

Rafe looked down at me, his hand resting on my stomach. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

And I couldn’t help but agree.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand Masterlist

Y/N Y/L/N has always seen Rafe Cameron, her twin brother's best friend as a thorn in her side, but what happens when Rafe is determined to show her that she is a rose in his hand.

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❥ Nancy Wheeler (Drabble)

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❥ soft lovin’ (Tony)

Saltburn: ❥ Farleigh Start Drabble

❥ HOT & HEAVY (Farleigh Start)

❥ Toxic! FWB! Farleigh Start

❥ Vixen. (Farleigh Start)

❥ lover<3 (Farleigh Start)

❥ Mean! Farleigh Start

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❥ Another Rafe Drabble..

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❥ mean rafe drabble

❥ jj w/ his prince albert piercing :)

❥ stepbro! rafe

❥ best friend! rafe

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[venuslcver]

JUST FRIENDS PT. 2 ⋆

pairing: bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

synopsis: after sharing a moment with your best friend, sarah cameron, the night previously, sarah and you establish boundaries.

tw: pining trope, fluff, feminine described character, kissing, previous toxic relationships, pressuring of sexual activity (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

after what had happened the night previously, you had fallen straight to sleep when you got home. you would have remained dead asleep if it wasn't for a text that you received. sending a large wave of vibrations onto the pillow your head was laying on. startling awake, you pulled your phone out, from under your satin-covered pillow.

it wasn't just a random message from a random person, it was a text from her. sarah. she had always texted you in the morning, if she wasn't spending the night, so what made it different this time? gleaming a smile before you had even read the text sent. but it didn't matter what she said, she could have insulted you in that text and you would have told her how perfect she was.

unlocking your phone with face id, you looked at the message she sent. she wanted to hang out at her house. shit you had made brunch plans with your mother and her friends, then you were going to go shopping with hannah, a friend from your private high school. letting her know that you couldn't come by until that afternoon, you began to fully wake up.

stumbling over the shoes that were scattered throughout your room. you were like a tornado when it came to the mess that you made when getting ready for social events.

"motherfucker!", you screamed while jumping on your left foot, holding the big toe of your right foot. my god were the katespade stiletto heels, that were scattered with a bow on the front of them, absolutely breathtaking on. but damn did the sharp heel hurt like a bitch when you stubbed the soft flesh of your small toe on it.

making your way to your white fluorescent light-filled bathroom. peeling your tiny denim shorts off, then your even smaller top off. steam poured from crevices within, making your shower glass only keep the heat in for a minute time frame. condensation rolling down all the glass surfaces in the bathroom.

taking thirty minutes to follow your shower routine to completion, you finally stepped out of the downpour of clean water, you twisted the handle in the shower off. reaching for your light pink dusted, monogrammed towels, you stood drying yourself off before making head back to your room.

taking a glob of brazilian bum bum cream into your hand, you began rubbing the lotion all over your body. letting it dry for a moment, you meticulously picked out a summery outfit, a flowery dress that would look amazing with the new flats that you got. perfect for brunch and shopping.

after applying your makeup and blowing out your hair, there was only one thing left to do— pick out matching accessories to go with your dress.

opening up your jewelry box, you began picking out the pieces you would wear— silver hoop earrings, tennis bracelets, tabby rings, and stacked katespade necklaces.

grabbing your new coach juliet shoulder bag, and keys to your car. you made your way down to your foyer, clicking said keys that unlocked your bmw. only in the car for very few songs, you arrived at the local buzzing country club. just a few minutes from your house, if it wasn't for the heat-filled air, you would have driven your golf cart instead of your car. not wanting to ruin your meticulously placed curled hair.

after finishing up your brunch with your mom and her friends, you headed towards the town square which had extremely overpriced clothing pieces that you ate up. i mean it was your dad's money being spent after all.

you always had a surprising amount of fun at brunch, with all things considered. your mother and her friends were a mere twenty-five to thirty years older than you. though that didn't stop you from thinking about sarah during both events.

it didn't seem to help at all that your friend, hannah, and the older woman could not stop asking about your love life. only able to laugh when the thought of you marrying one of the available, male, bachelors in the outer banks. norah, your mother's best friend, even mentioned how much you and that cameron kid got along. though she wasn't talking about sarah. only leaving you to let out an awkward laugh, which only lead them to push more, thinking it was some type of crush confession.

by the time both of your plans had concluded it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. pulling into her paved driveway, you yanked the driver mirror down, inspecting your face, you applied lipgloss, and sprites your now-gone perfume.

taking a moment to breathe, you slam the door of your car, not even bothering to lock it. too anxiety-ridden about what will unfold when you open the can of worms that had followed you around since the night before.

the cameron's front door creaked open, quietly closing the door behind you, your eyes subconsciously searched for the person that caused an unmeasurable amount of uneasiness. the same feeling that you had yet to experience. not even with kelce. which accounted for the amount of jitteriness that was coursing through your blue-tinted veins that traced your tan skin, caused by the sun.

the noise of the front door seemed to send a signal to every cameron within the walls of the house to spawn out of thin air. wheezie walked with haste to near the front door, "hey! you wanna go on a sunset golf cart ride with me?"

"no-not at this moment", you said brushing her off, uncharacteristically, forcing her to scoff and walk off. just as you were about to make your way into the room that belonged to sarah— you were loudly interrupted by rose.

"dear, would you like to go to the grocery store with me? i ran out of wine"

before you could respond, sarah rushed down the stairs with lightning speed, wrapping her hand around your forearm, "uh rose we were actually planning on doing something"

"o-ok"

you could barely hear Rose's response due to all of your attention being on attempting to not trip with the speed at which sarah was dragging you up the stairs.

closing the door behind her, sarah pulled you by the material of your dress, holding onto your waist, she kissed you passionately. with confusion flooding your mind, wanting to get an explanation for her sudden jumping of your bones, you pressed your hand against her cami-covered chest. to which she stopped her assault on your lips, looking at you bewildered, wanting to know why the hell you stopped her.

though on a moment of reflection, you began to think the same. why the hell did you stop her? pondering for a split second, you pressed your lips back to hers. breaking the kiss, you peppered kisses against her neck. turning her neck, allowing you more access. lowering your gaze to her prominent showing chest. you always loved this top on her.

just as you went to focus your mouth on her chest, sarah cleared her throat, "l-let's watch a movie"

"yeah, s-sure let's do that"

yet, again she yanked at your hand, forcing you onto her bed. grabbing a hold of a blanket located at the bottom of her bed, you leaned your back against her pillows, while pulling out a secret stash of sweet treats that she had in her bedside table. intention to hide it from wheezie, she could practically sense candy in her close vicinity. that girl could get on a sugar high like no other, jittery and all.

sarah feeling that you needed an explanation for her abrupt stop of physical stuff, sarah spoke "I'm sorry for that"

"what are you talking about?", you said playing dumb. in a sweet-driven attempt to not push. you never wanted to make her uncomfortable. both of you were in uncharted territory. you were far from a virgin, but you had never even come close to attempting anything with a girl, especially with sarah.

rolling her eyes at your ignorance, "you know exactly what. and i'm just not ready for anything like that yet. b-but if you need something like that then i understand"

sarah had never had sex, not even with topper. his pressuring was part of the reason that she broke up with him. letting out a laugh at her naiveness, "if i need something like that?", you questioned. just for sarah to childishly shrug. her not getting exactly what you were trying to lay down, you continued, "sarah do you even know me? i have never been that type of person. i have never done anything like this either. a-and we can take this at your pace."

a visible weight lifted off of her shoulder, though she still had a timid look written on her face. "i'm serious, ok?"

"ok"

sarah finally set on you being truthful, willing to not pressure her. unlike her ex who said that at the beginning, until it came to him becoming restless for sex. sarah cuddled up against you, head laying on your chest as you flipped through the netflix movie options.

[r-cameron]

Yes. I do want Rafe x Rose fics... 👀

👀

and you want me to write that?

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Keeping up with the Camerons

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Episode 4 coming soon! https://TumblrTV.Com

Jealousy, Honesty and Vulnerability. Join Rafe as he spends the day at the Island Club, helping out Bella and playing golf with the boys. Watch ‘til the end to see a different side to the known ‘Kook Prince’. This episode was definitely an interesting one to film..

New episodes weekly!

@Rafe @TopperThornbush @Bella_Bee @Kelcey @CallumB

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[rafeslittleangel]

Summary: Rafe comes home to find out that you're hanging out with the pogues when he strictly told you not to and decides to teach you a lesson.

Pairing: Dark!Rafe × Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: Substance abuse, violence, gun, mentions of bondage, abuse (choking, slapping and hairpulling)

Read at your own risk.

A/N: I tried dark!rafe!!! Sorry if it does not turn out as well as I hoped for it to be.

Words: 1.6K

The keys jangled in the hole, door unlocking. Rafe pushed the door open frustratedly, slamming it as he enters and shuts the door.

The house was dark, except some lighting in the living room and the dining room. Rafe sighed and walked upstairs, thinking you were asleep, considering it was 2am at night. He opened the shared bedroom door slowly, expecting to find his pretty girl on bed, hopefully in minimal clothing. Instead, he was faced with an empty bed and no girlfriend in sight.

It was an understatement to say Rafe was panicking.

His first thought was something happened to you and someone took you from him, but all the doors and windows had been locked. His first instinct was to grab his phone, shaky hands opening Life360.

"Fuck!" He shouted, your location was turned off.

He calls you, throwing his phone against the wall when the automated voice tells him your phone is switched off.

Breathing became quite a task for him, chest heaving, pupils red from doing coke just some time ago at Barry's. He shouted your name, hoping your voice would come from one of the guest rooms, exclaiming you had been here the whole time.

He picks up his phone, screen cracked but still functional. He calls Topper, storming the house as he checks all the rooms, almost ripping the doors off their hinges.

"What's up?"

Topper finally picks up, video game noises in the background.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" Rafe shouts, loud enough that Topper pauses his game, back straightening and alert.

"Where is who? Y/n? Isn't she home?"

"Would I be fucking calling you if she was home dumbass? Is she at your house?"

Topper frowns, rubbing his forehead.

"Bud, why the hell would your girlfriend be at my house? I'm gonna call Sarah and ask if she's seen her okay? Just-just stay at home. You sound too coked up to be driving right now."

Rafe stares at his phone as Topper cuts the call, promising to help him find you. He looks around, eyes widened and body shaking.

"She wouldn't leave me." He sinks down to the floor, whispering to himself, head in his hands and tears in his eyes. His throat closed up, long hands pulling on his blonde hair. He calls you again and again, received by the the same automated message.

"She wouldn't leave me. She promised me she wouldn't leave me...she-"

He scrambles to pick up his ringing phone, cursing when he realises it's Topper and not you.

"She's with Sarah." Topper says when Rafe picks up.

His words ring in Rafe's mind. She's with Sarah. That means she's with those dirty fucking pogues.

He cuts the call without saying a word, tears long gone as he tucks his gun inside his jeans, keys in his hand. He knew where you were, didn't have to think twice before driving to the Chateau.

He ignored Topper's calls, putting his phone on silent while he drove.

You knew how much Rafe hated those pogues. You knew how much he hated Sarah. But you still hung out with them behind his back huh? He was about to catch you fucking red handed today.

He parked his car a little away from the chateau, getting out of the car quickly.

A yard party at the chateau.

Oh you were in a hell lotta fucking trouble this time.

He observes you from far away, arms crossed and eyes red. He was going fucking crazy inside...but he had to catch you at the right moment. Make you feel guilty and vulnerable.

A particular song that you love comes up and he snaps his head to JJ, who walks towards you. You laugh and you dance with him, tits pressed against his chest and arms around his neck.

In your mind you were just dancing with your best friend.

In Rafe's mind, you had betrayed him and humiliated him in front of the world. His blood boiled as he marched towards you.

Sarah notices him first and tries to pull him back. He pushes her away and reaches you. JJ's eyes widened, your back to Rafe.

That's it asshole. Be scared of me.

Rafe pushes you aside and before you can even register your boyfriend is here, he punches JJ in the face, and hard. He tries to punch Rafe back but Rafe pushes him back, repeatedly punching him till the point you're screaming for him to let go.

"RAFE STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

You yank at his arm and he finally stops, wiping the sweat from his face, kicking JJ's crumpled form one last time. He takes out his gun, pointing it at JJ's head. You widen your eyes and cover the muzzle with your hand.

"Rafe please please please don't do this please..." You whisper, body visibly shaking.

His eyes lay on you next and you cower under his gaze when you see the rage boiling in his stare. He scans you up and down, hands turning into fists when he properly looks at the tight pink dress you're wearing that barely covers your ass. He ignores the rest of the crowd, tugging the gun back into his waistband.

He wraps his hand around your wrist, practically dragging you back to his car, deaf to your protests.

"LET ME GO! HAVE YOU GONE FUCKING CRAZY?"

He opens the door to the passenger seat, shoving you inside and shutting the door, activating child lock so you can't get out.

You try to open the door frantically as Rafe climbs into his own seat. You give up, turning to your fuming boyfriend.

"Rafe..." You whisper, fear in your voice.

He pulls out to the main road, driving way over the speed limit.

"Rafe" You say, louder this time. He speeds up even more, taking harsher turns, jaw set and knuckles white over the steering wheel.

"Rafe!" You scream. "Rafe please slow dow-"

He abruptly turns to the side of the road, pulling the brakes as he undoes his seat belt, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Rafe, Rafe, Rafe!" He mocks you, tightening his hand around your neck, cutting off your air supply. You struggled to breathe, hands wrapping around his.

"Spit it out bitch. What do you want huh?"

He grinded his teeth together.

"Want to cheat on me with JJ again? Wanna go back to him and let him fuck you?"

"I w-wasnt..." You try to say, tears in your eyes. Rafe swings the back of his hand at your cheek, your head thrown to one side as he let's go of your neck.

You look up to see his face, horrified look on your face. You search his face for any sign of regret but you only see anger.

"That hurt huh? Did that fucking hurt you- you slut!?"

He pulls your hair back when you don't answer him. You gasp, the pain in your scalp bringing tears to your eyes.

"Rafe I'm sorry please I-"

"Sorry huh? Sorry you turned off your location? Sorry for ignoring my calls? Sorry for cheating on me with that dirty fucking pogue or Sorry for hanging out with my bitch of a sister!?"

He yanked on your hair again and this time the tears that flowed down your cheeks weren't of pain but of fear.

"I wasn't cheating on you baby I just wanted to be with my friends and I know you don't like them-"

"Oh so you knew I didn't like them? Glad to know something registers in that airhead of yours."

He let's go off your hair, tears in his eyes now.

"Fuck y/n you told me you love me! You told me you-"

His voice broke, hands on his head. Your eyes softened but you were clearly still scared. From the look of his eyes and the way he was behaving? You knew he was on drugs.

"I do love you I love you Rafe-"

"THEN WHY WERE YOU WITH THEM!?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE FUCKING HOUSE WITHOUT EVEN- WITHOUT FUCKING TELLING ME!?"

You flinch at his loud voice. His breaths slow down and he wipes off his tears, starting the car again. You stay silent the whole ride, scared of what he would do if you said anything, scared for your safety.

Rafe was a hothead. But he was calculating. And what he had in store for you, even God couldn't stop him.

He got out of the car the moment you both reached, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out of the passenger seat. He threw you over his shoulder, storming to your bedroom. You pleaded with him to stop and talk to you but he kept walking, throwing you on the bed.

He grabbed your chin hard, squeezing it between his thumb and his fore finger until you were crying with pain and grabbing onto his shoulders, begging for him to let you go.

"Open." Rafe spits out coldly.

This wasn't your Rafe.

He wouldn't hurt you like this.

You open your mouth anyway, eyes trained on his blue ones. He takes out a baggie from the back pocket of his jeans, taking some powder in his fingers.

"No no no no no...Rafe please please I'm sorry baby please don't-"

He forced your mouth open, coating your gums with coke. He looks into your eyes, smirking as it takes effect almost immediately, body pliant under him.

"You'll never have to leave this house again yeah? Daddy's got everything you need."

He whispers, spreading just a bit more powder on your tongue. You nod, mixture of euphoria from the coke and fear churning in the pit of your stomach, spit falling from the sides of your mouth.

Rafe gets up to lock the door, returning with rope in one hand and gun in another as he feasted his eyes on your perfect body in that slutty dress.

He was never going to let you go.

[estellesdoll]

31 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

⊹. 𝒅𝒂𝒚 28 : 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𖧧 . ָ࣪    ִֶָ

𓄹 ࣪.𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𓄹 ࣪.𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𓄹 ࣪.𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𓄹 ࣪.𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : When the reader attends her first holiday gathering at the Camerons’, she discovers both the challenges of fitting in and the beauty of unconditional love.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : gf!sarah cameron x f!reader | rafe x reader? 😭

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : fluff, light angst, emotional vulnerability

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 2k

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: I’ll be writing for various fandoms, celebrities, and characters, so I kindly ask that from now on, when requesting to be added to my taglist, you specify the exact fandoms or shows you’re interested in. TAGLIST

You stood at the edge of the grand staircase, taking in the New Year’s Eve party. The golden lights of the chandeliers reflected off the polished floors, and the faint scent of roses filled the air.

Sarah had insisted you come, reassuring you that her family wouldn’t bite.

But as you watched Rose and Ward Cameron mingling effortlessly with their polished guests, Wheezie darting around with a sparkler, and Rafe standing in the corner nursing a drink, you felt distinctly out of place.

You smoothed down the fabric of your dress, silently cursing the way it clung to you in all the wrong places—or so you thought.

“Hey, stop overthinking,” Sarah’s voice broke through your thoughts. She appeared beside you, her green eyes sparkling with reassurance.

“You look amazing, okay? My parents already love you, and if anyone here says anything stupid, I’ll handle it.”

You chuckled softly, feeling a little lighter. “I’m not used to...this,” you admitted, gesturing vaguely to the glamorous scene before you.

Sarah smiled, lacing her fingers with yours. “You don’t have to be. Just be yourself. That’s who I love anyway.”

Your cheeks warmed at her words, but before you could respond, Rose approached with a warm smile. “There you are,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “We were just about to start the toast. Come join us.”

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The dining room was breathtaking, the long table adorned with glittering decorations and a centerpiece of white and gold flowers. You sat beside Sarah, with Rose on her other side and Rafe directly across from you.

The meal was delicious, and while Ward dominated most of the conversation, Rose made a point to ask about you. Her questions weren’t probing but gentle, as if she genuinely wanted to understand who you were.

“You must have some exciting plans for the new year,” she said at one point, her gaze kind but piercing.

You hesitated, unsure of what to say, but Sarah quickly stepped in. “We’re taking it one day at a time, Rose. You know, enjoying life.”

Rose nodded, her expression thoughtful. “That’s a good way to start. New beginnings are important.”

Across the table, Rafe snorted softly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Yeah, some of us are better at starting over than others,” he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Rafe,” Rose said warningly, her voice firm but still motherly.

“It’s fine,” you interjected quietly, not wanting to stir up more tension.

Sarah’s hand found yours under the table, squeezing gently. “Ignore him,” she whispered. “He’s just being...Rafe.”

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Later, as the clock approached midnight, everyone moved outside to the patio to watch the fireworks. The crisp winter air bit at your skin, but Sarah kept you close, wrapping her arm around your waist.

Rafe lingered nearby, his gaze unreadable. He’d been quiet since dinner, but you could feel his presence like a weight.

When the countdown began, Sarah turned to you, her green eyes glowing in the light of the fireworks. “This is our year,” she whispered. “I know it is.”

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

The sky exploded in color as she pulled you into a kiss, her lips warm and sure against yours. The crowd around you cheered, but all you could focus on was the way she made you feel—safe, loved, and completely hers.

When you pulled back, you caught a glimpse of Rafe watching from the corner of your eye. For a moment, his expression softened, and he gave you a small nod before turning away.

Sarah noticed your gaze and smiled. “Don’t worry about him,” she said softly. “He’ll come around. Right now, it’s just you and me.”

And as the fireworks lit up the night, you realized that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together.

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The fireworks crackled loudly, painting the sky with bursts of color that reflected in Sarah's eyes. Her hand remained in yours, grounding you in the moment. Despite the bitter chill of the winter night, warmth radiated between you, your heart swelling with a mix of joy and nervous anticipation.

"Let's go inside," Sarah said softly, her thumb brushing the back of your hand. "I want to show you something."

You followed her through the crowd and back into the estate, the noise of the party muffled as she led you toward the staircase. The grandness of the house still left you awestruck, its opulence reminding you just how different your world was from hers.

She stopped at the base of the stairs, turning to face you. “I’ll be right back. Wait here?”

You nodded, watching her disappear up the steps. For a moment, you were alone, the faint hum of the party drifting through the air. That was, until a familiar voice broke the quiet.

“Lost already?”

You turned to find Rafe standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall. His drink was gone, replaced by a look that you couldn’t quite decipher—somewhere between curiosity and something sharper.

“Not lost,” you replied evenly, holding his gaze.

Rafe pushed off the wall, his movements slow and deliberate. “You’re braver than most,” he said, his tone light but with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “Walking into this family like it’s no big deal.”

You crossed your arms, refusing to rise to his bait. “Sarah makes it worth it.”

He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, do you?”

Before you could respond, Rose appeared, her presence immediately diffusing the tension. “Rafe,” she said pointedly, her gaze sharp. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. With one last look at you, he walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

“I’m sorry about him,” Rose said, her voice softer as she turned to you. “Rafe can be...difficult. But he’ll come around.”

You nodded, though your heart was still racing. “I hope so.”

Rose smiled gently, reaching out to touch your arm. “You’re doing fine, dear. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re good for Sarah.”

Her words settled something in you, and you offered her a small smile in return. “Thank you.”

Sarah’s voice called from the top of the stairs, breaking the moment. “Y/N, come on!”

You excused yourself, climbing the stairs to where Sarah waited, her excitement palpable.

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She led you to a small balcony at the end of the hallway, overlooking the garden. A soft blanket of snow covered the grounds, glistening in the moonlight. Sarah wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as you both leaned against the railing.

“This is my favorite spot,” she admitted, her voice quiet. “Whenever things get too loud or overwhelming, I come here. It’s peaceful.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, the weight of the evening easing in her presence. “It’s beautiful.”

She turned to face you, her expression soft and open. “I know tonight wasn’t easy for you. Meeting my family, dealing with Rafe... I just want you to know how much it means to me that you’re here.”

You reached up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing against her skin. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Her lips curved into a smile, and she leaned in, her kiss filled with gratitude and love.

For a while, the two of you stayed there, wrapped in each other and the quiet of the night. The distant sounds of the party faded, leaving only the soft rustle of the wind and the steady beat of your heart.

But even in the peace of the moment, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Rafe’s words had lingered. As much as you tried to push them aside, a part of you wondered if there was more to his warning than you wanted to admit.

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Back in the party, the atmosphere had shifted as the night grew later. Sarah stayed by your side, her warmth and laughter keeping your nerves at bay. Yet, every so often, you caught Rafe watching from across the room, his gaze unreadable.

Rose approached at one point, her tone light as she asked, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” you replied honestly, though your glance at Rafe didn’t go unnoticed.

Rose followed your gaze, her expression softening. “He’s protective in his own way,” she said, her words careful. “It’s not always easy for him to let people in, but he’ll get there.”

You nodded, her reassurance easing some of your unease.

As the night wound down, Sarah pulled you onto the dance floor for one last song, her arms wrapping around your waist as the two of you swayed together. The rest of the world fell away, leaving only her, her love anchoring you in the chaos of the Cameron family.

For now, it was enough. But as you looked into her eyes, you knew this was only the beginning of a story that was bound to be as complicated as it was beautiful.

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The music softened, the crowd thinning as the night inched toward its end. Sarah’s hands found their place at your waist, pulling you closer as you swayed to the rhythm of the song. Her eyes gleamed under the dim lights, filled with a warmth that made your breath hitch.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Sarah murmured, her voice low but steady.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Something good, I hope?”

She leaned in, her forehead brushing against yours. “The best thing,” she whispered, her lips ghosting over yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

The song changed to a slower melody, and Sarah took the opportunity to pull you impossibly closer, her cheek resting against yours. Her breath was warm against your ear as she spoke again.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for a night like this?” she asked softly.

You hummed, running your hands up her arms to rest on her shoulders. “Tell me.”

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her expression a mix of vulnerability and desire. “Forever. Someone who sees me for me, not just the name or the drama that comes with it.” Her fingers traced light patterns on your back, her touch sending sparks across your skin. “You’ve made me feel more at home tonight than I’ve ever felt in this house.”

The sincerity in her words left you momentarily speechless, your heart swelling with emotion. You cupped her face, your thumbs brushing against her cheeks as you tilted her head up slightly. “You’re everything to me, Sarah. No drama, no name—it’s just you.”

Her lips met yours then, a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, her grip on your waist tightening. You lost yourself in her, the music and the murmured conversations around you fading into the background.

When you finally pulled back, her lips were slightly swollen, her breathing uneven. “Come with me,” she said suddenly, her voice filled with quiet urgency.

She took your hand, leading you out of the room and toward the balcony where you’d been earlier. The chill of the night air was sharp against your flushed skin, but Sarah immediately wrapped her arms around you, her hands slipping under your jacket to rest against your lower back.

“You’re freezing,” you murmured, running your hands up and down her arms to warm her.

She shook her head, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Not when I’m with you.”

The way she looked at you made your knees weak, her gaze heavy with love and longing. She leaned in, her kisses trailing from the corner of your mouth to your jawline, her teeth grazing lightly as she reached your ear.

“Stay the night,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with something that made your pulse quicken.

Your breath hitched, and you pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, her fingers tightening their hold on your jacket. “I’m sure. I just want to be with you, away from everyone else, even just for a little while.”

You didn’t need any more convincing. Taking her hand in yours, you led her back inside, her laughter soft and sweet as you promised to make this night one you’d both never forget.

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[littletulsajesusfreak]

cooking up my rafe fanfic and creating my mood boards for all the characters! i’ll probably have the first couple chapters out by the end of the week, lmk if you guys want me to post my wattpad acc🩷

[cameronspecial]

“You want your phone back? Make me.” with rafe

I’m Not Playing Into Your Games (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Pronouns: She/Her

A/N: This is more playful then romantic but I kinda feel like this could be the start of a new series if people actually enjoy this. For some reason my return to writing might have to do with Rafe Cameron and I don’t think I can be disappointed. I also wrote this in the car so lmk if there are any mistakes. Enjoy!

Rafe Cameron has always been a thorn in Y/N’s side and it doesn’t help that he is her twin brother’s best friend. That meant he was there for every birthday, family dinner and trip with his smug face and stupid teasing.

Y/N is peacefully relaxing on her pool chair in the backyard when her bliss is interrupted by the calling out of a voice, “Hey Y/L/N! What is this god awful music you are listening to?” She looks up from the book she is reading but quickly decides to pay no attention to the nuisance that appeared in her backyard. “Did you hear me?” Rafe ask as he approaches the girl. Without so much as looking up from her book, Y/N says, “Mason isn’t home right now. Just go up to his room. You know where it is”. Y/N doesn’t hear anything after that so she assumes that Rafe went into the house; however, she is sadly mistaken.

Y/N Y/L/N has always been a rose in Rafe’s life and it doesn’t help that she is his best friend’s twin sister. That means he has to go through every birthday, family dinner and trip with the constant reminder that she is out of reach.

The fact that Y/N isn’t paying attention to Rafe greatly irritates him because it’s all he ever wants, so instead of going inside of the house like she expected, he approaches the speaker and phone placed on the outdoor bar. He picks up the phone and pauses the music. This catches the girl’s attention as she quickly looks up from the page with an annoyed look on her face.

“Rafe, unpause the music,” she orders. Rafe, finally glad to have her attention, smirks and holds the phone over his head, “You want your phone back? Make me.” See Rafe knows about the type of books Y/N likes to read, so making one of them come to life for the girl seemed like the best way to get her attention and maybe start something with the girl.

This further annoys the girl as she understands what type of game the boy is trying to play. But unlucky for him, Y/N has amazing reflexes and a plan. She puts the book down and saunters over to the boy. Once she is in front of him, she gently reaches a hand out to take the hand not holding her phone into hers and gently starts tugging him towards the pool, but he doesn’t realize that. She gets him with his back facing the pool then stands on her tippy toes and slowly starts to inch her lips closer to his.

Rafe thinks he knows what is about to happen, so he closes his eyes and starts to lean down. However, he is extremely shocked when he feels a push on his chest and suddenly he is falling into the pool. With her quick reflexes, Y/N grabs her phone from his hand before it can hit the water. She is laughing her head off as she watches the boy swim back to the surface. His face is annoyed, but she can see the hint of pride behind his eyes.

Her laugh is interrupted by someone else making their presence known. “Dude, why are you in the pool with your clothes on,” Mason questions from the gate leading to the front of the house.