#season 4 obx

[cute-sucker]

rafe with a girl who’s very studious and serious about school and one day she fails a big test after studying for it for hours and she just sobbing while he’s trying to calm her down :(

"this doesn't make sense... i failed rafe! i failed," you sobbed into the phone, holding the phone to your chest. you can hear a slight sigh at the end of the phone, and then his soothing voice.

"fuck. is that the one you studied for hours on end? the one i had to test you during our date?"

you hiccup, swaying from side to side as you wipe your eyes, "yes rafe. that's the one. i studied so hard, and i got a sixty percent." you can hardly get yourself to say the number, nevertheless look at the wrinkled paper that you checked over and over again. when you got it, you believed that there must have been something wrong. wrong marking, different grade, switched up grade, sabotage, but once you made it to the teacher and they told you what it was...you couldn't help but gulp with despair. it truly was a bad grade, there was no mistake except the one you made.

that was a d. that meant that your shiny gpa was down the drain. you couldn't think straight as you stared at the red-marked grade. and you got it in history. even worse. the one class you couldn't even keep up. your grades were everything that kept you together, you studied everywhere—the bus, the grocery store, the bookstore, and the fancy country club that rafe brought you to—

but it hadn't worked. so what could you do? you just held the paper, tears dripping down your chin, you heard rafe's voice again, "i'm coming over."

suddenly you're scrambling for the phone again, "no, forget about it. i'm a mess, and i failed, and you have an important meeting probably."

then you hear a slight shuffle on this side, almost as if he's moving papers around.

"nah' i'll be there in ten."

before you can tell him that it's fine, he hangs the phone and you're left with trembling hands on your phone. you get up, dusting yourself off, swallowing your pride as you look at the paper again.

rafe's always been so supportive of your studies, thick eyebrows furrowed when he hears your rants about your grades. see, you knew he wasn't the brightest, but he held on his own with you. he let you spend his money on different tutors, different college club things, different textbooks and apps you needed to get the best grade. yet...here nothing had worked.   

so there you were, pathetic and sniffling as you leaned near the doorway. after a few minutes you heard the key turn, and in came rafe cameron. he was in a nice polo shirt, biceps straining, and a concerned look on his face as he looked down at you.

you couldn't even hold yourself together, as you crumbled around him, "i failed rafe. i failed. i—"

"shh, shhh," he muttered, eyes flickering around the cramp space you called home. your papers were sprawn on the floor, and a soup that you'd made earlier was laid cold and forgotten. dishes were stuffed in the dishwasher, and there was one dim light on.

he was almost too big in your small apartment, but you could see the earnestness in his eyes as he treaded carefully. picking you up, he muttered softly to you.

"now, i don't even know what to do rafe! i don't know what to do."

"the grade doesn't define you'know? that's all bull," he started passionately, and then gestured to himself, "i mean look at me. barely passed high school but i'm doing fine. more than fine." rafe muttered, scratching the back of his head as he watched you sniffle.

you let out a soft wail, "but it does matter! i—" then you just shake your head and grab him by the shirt. then you decide that it's not worth it. it's not worth to scream or fight. you're too tired for that, instead, you just lean into his warmth.

"i just want to be close to you, forget about it all."

suddenly rafe softens, "yea. c'mere," then he bundles you up, and you feel yourself succumbed to sleep

EXTRA:

"hey and if matters at all, you're a 100% for me,"  rafe muttered into your hair, as you woke up. you rubbed your eyes, before you squirmed away from him, scowling at him. "i think that's an a+"

you groan. "too soon?" he murmured, pulling you in closer.

"way too soon.

"yea, shoulda known. sorry."

[pintrestgrl]

hi guyssysysysysysysys i missed y’all. i’m aware im awful at posting but send requests pls !!!

also know that i write for slytherin boys too !! like blaise, theo, mattheo, etc !!

i’m trying to post more but patience i beg im js a girl 😪

crybaby!reader x bsf!jj maybank.

“you too pretty to be cryin’. ”

jj said, as you sat horizontally on the couch, legs thrown over his lap.

your mascara was long gone, spilled all over your cheeks.

you had a date, you really did. but, you got stood up. he never came to pick you up.

so now, you found yourself at your bestfriends house as you cried, and he comforted you.

he sat with you as long as you wanted, wiping your tears and playing with you hair.

“he’s dumb to stand you up. you look beautiful.”

you heard his words, but in that moment you felt the complete opposite.

“why’d he stand me up, jay? i was so excited.”

he rolled his eyes, subtly snaking a hand up a little too high on your thigh.

“he stood you up cause he’s stupid. like, brain dead.”

you sighed, still so upset. you’d even broken out the new perfume jj bought you for the date!

he spoke again.

“c’mon. i’ll make you forget about it, pretty.”

you nodded, sitting up slowly.

wiping your red, tear ridden eyes.

he took you in his lap fully,

manhandling you by your waist to make you straddle him.

he tugged your pouty bottom lip,

lightly tapping your chin with two long fingers.

it wasn’t long before he convinced you that you just needed to take your clothes off.

he told you it was just to help you relax.

calm down.

so you did.

he was your best friend, of course you’d listen to him. right?

he massaged your tits, the pretty soft flesh.

convinced you it was just to make you relax, ease your nerves.

it wasn’t long before he had his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you.

he just wanted to take your mind off the date.

right?

he had you mindlessly babbling, as you bounced on him.

thanking him, for being your best friend. for always helping you.

he guided your hips, helping you get off.

kissing away the tears that escaped your pretty eyes,

as you were too cock drunk to speak.

you came around his dick, biting down onto the flesh of his shoulder as he hit the spot inside you that made you see stars.

you felt every vein against your walls, so aware of him inside you.

he came short after, breathing heavily against your pretty tits.

he pulled out, watching the mixture of cum seep out of your aching hole.

smirking at the sight.

spitting onto the cum covered sight infront of him, adding to his masterpiece. running the pad of his thumb through the fluids, watching them combine.

laughing at you.

he just wanted to help.

right?

right.

[kieeslove]

"we killed jj for the plot" but u would've still had plot for s5 because GROFF TOOK THE FLIPPING CROWN AND THEY NEEDED ITT

[reyreadersblog]

I can't move on.

[maybankbae]

soo everyone whos watched s4. are we watching s5?

[asheli1515]

The Ghosts We Carry || Rafe Cameron - Prologue

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a/n: soft!rafe x fem!character (OC)

word count: 875

warnings/disclaimers: fluff, angst, familial loss, grief, brief mention of substances (alcohol, drugs, etc.), season 4 plotline (I'm grieving), out-of-character rafe after a while, emotional intimacy, smut is there if you squint, blood, violence, dangerous situations, dual pov

summary: after a reckless night of partying, Rafe Cameron finds himself alone at the beach walking home. During his trek, he bumps into a quiet, mysterious newcomer who seems to see beyond his tough exterior. Despite Rafe's reputation and his defensive attitude, the newcomer refuses to judge him. They strike up an unexpected connection, and soon, their late-night conversations become the highlight of Rafe's days. As their bond deepens, Rafe finds himself torn between his need to prove himself and his new feelings for someone who doesn't want anything from him but the truth. Will Rafe let down his walls and risk everything for love, or will his inner turmoil and need to make something of himself tear them apart?

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RAFE

Tonight was a night like any other in the town of Kildare. Kooks and Pogues were partying to their heart’s content while paying no mind to the consequences that were likely to come in the morning.

I found myself loathing where I was, as it all felt so repetitive and unfulfilling. Even with this resolve, I still found myself drinking more as the night went on, trying to numb the disappointment that is my life—trying to convince myself that I wasn’t a failure and feel normal for once.

I looked around the party to see the faces of the partygoers; some of them I knew, and others I wished I didn't. Among these was my sister, Sarah, with her boyfriend, John B, laughing like they had no cares in the world. I knew this wasn't true, though, as I had inadvertently been through many of the adventures they went on. I had been the cause of loss and destruction in their life…a lot of the things I did were for my father. Now that he was no longer here, it all seemed to be for nothing. It only made my sister hate me, and I truthfully don’t blame her. I was coked out most of the time and did things in a drugged-out rage. I don't know why I am this way, or maybe I do know… everything leads back to my father. I have come to regret many of my past actions but can’t bring myself to apologize for them. Instead, I come to parties to try and forget, so I find myself surrounded by people I have no interest in talking to or getting to know.

Some hours later, the party came to an end, and I decided to head home. Feeling the immense amount of stress and numbness that my life's events have brought me, I decided to walk home as the party was only a few miles down the beach from the building I called home. It was ironic to call it my home as I have never truly felt welcomed there. It was merely a place where I slept and ate, nothing more. The breeze that the waves brought with them was cool and light, allowing me to catch my breath even for a moment. I continue my trek down the beach, stuck in my thoughts, so much so that I don’t even notice the figure leaning up against a tree trunk that has long since died. Its only purpose now is being the occasional backrest for individuals admiring the ocean. The girl seemed lost in thought as well, but eventually, she noticed me and looked in my direction with an almost curious emotion. Her face seemed to speak for her as I knew the question that would come out of her mouth before it did. Her voice was soft and calm when she spoke, something that I was not used to hearing from anyone anymore.

Anytime anyone talked to me nowadays, it was to chastise me, or their voice held a hostility I knew I deserved. I almost had forgotten she said anything when she spoke again.

“Hello? Did you not hear me?” she questioned with a tone that I expected to be impatient but was the complete opposite. “Are you talking to me?” I asked, as most people don’t just talk to me out of the blue. “Yes, I’m talking to you,” she laughed. “Do you see anyone else near us?” she spoke as if she found this conversation amusing.

This is definitely one of the more odd occurrences that I have come across recently but I found myself wanting to prolong going ‘home’ for as long as possible. “No, I guess I don’t,” I respond matter-of-factly without knowing how to continue this conversation. Almost as if she knew what I was thinking, she patted the sand beside her, indicating that she wanted me to join her. I took this moment to look at her for the first time. She had blonde hair with a slight brown undertone and blue-gray eyes that complimented each other well. Her build was average, and she had freckles scattered across her face like a dusting of sand. I found myself appreciating her looks and realized that it was probably not something I should be doing.

I hesitated for a second before taking the seat next to her, unsure what to do or say next. This reaction was new for me as I am usually very confident in social situations. I chalk it up to my being slightly intoxicated and the fact that I had never seen this girl before. I am convinced I know everyone in Kildare…my dad made it my job to know as he wanted me to take over the family business when he retired. I wonder if he realized how pointless it all was in his last moments.

I shook the thought from my head and stared toward where the skyline and ocean met, trying to take it all in. Something about this girl intrigued me, and I needed something new to focus on, so I decided to continue the conversation.

Little did he know this decision would be the catalyst that would change him and his life forever

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a/n: hey y'all! I hope you enjoyed the little snippet of this new story I am writing. I haven't ever published anything before, so please be kind :) I have always felt that Rafe is just misunderstood, and no one ever takes the time to figure out what motivates him. I am writing this to give his character the redemption it deserves so he will only follow canon for a short while. My OC has some magical powers that make him do a complete 180*. You won't recognize him by the end of the story...in a good way, haha. Constructive criticism is welcomed or any plot ideas y'all want to see...I might include them ;)

-Ash <3

[dream41-blog1]

Rant about The Outer Banks season 4 : The thing about Season 4 is that even JJ's death didn't redeem his character. He was so out of character on the ship and beyond that. And what he said to John B? Crazy. I get it—he’s coping and distressed—but they didn’t make it believable. It ended up making him look like Luke. Also, his moments with Kiara seemed rushed and lacked a genuine boyfriend-girlfriend connection, barely even feeling like a close friendship. The plot involving his biological father being an even worse person than his stepdad felt irritating and uninteresting. It would have been better if they made the biological dad unreachable because he was on the run because of what happened on the night JJ's mom died, and when he comes back he tries to tempt JJ with the Kook lifestyle because JJ resents him so much for leaving him. I wanted him to be like Ward—obsessed with his kid, not caring about anything else, maybe even clinging to JJ because the people hunting him killed his wife. He could have discovered that Luke saved JJ from drowning and took him in, only just finding this out when he has no where else to run then back to his life in Outer Banks. I wanted JJ to be tempted by the wealth and easy life, which would add depth to his character when he inevitably chose his found family.

As for Sarah and Rafe, their storyline was so rushed and inconsistent with their established characters. If they wanted to redeem their sibling bond, they should have started in Episode 1 of Season 4, not just hinted at it through long glances. And don’t get me started on the pregnancy plot—so unnecessary. If they wanted a season focused on family, they should have emphasized John B’s struggle to let go of his obsession with gold, trying to change for Sarah, who wants to settle down and rebuild the family she lost. They could have explored her search for her sister, interacting with Rafe because of it, or efforts to make John B leave treasure hunting behind.

Regarding Pope, I’m lost for words. That scene where he pushes the cop was so unnecessary. His plot should have centered around how Cleo brings out his bravery, helping him envision a future outside of the medical field—maybe as a business owner. He has already shown how business-savvy he is with the Pogue business. His storyline could have been about standing up to his dad, rejecting the conventional path set by his family. If the goal was to demonstrate his loyalty to JJ, he could have joined the treasure hunt without being left with no good options.

Cleo, on the other hand, was treated just as poorly. They should have given her and JJ a reason to bond, delving into her past and her father. When he’s killed, JJ could have been the one to comfort her, understanding what it’s like to love a father who wasn’t conventionally good.

Kiara’s character development was nonexistent. She became a side character for a boy who barely showed he cared about her. If the theme of the season was family, they should have made her confront her parents. Show how her actions affected them. Show her parents realizing how little they know about their daughter. Let them see JJ’s real father, how JJ reacts to the news that all the pain he suffered was unnecessary, let the audience witness their reaction to seeing a “no-good Pogue” looking like a scared, confused kid. This would confront their preconceived notions, having labeled him as trash from the Cut.

Then, tie in the subplot about the Cut disappearing due to new developments. Make Kiara and her parents, the Kooks, protest against more luxury apartments being built, and in return hurting their business losing customers. JJ’s real dad could then reveal that he's hiding from some bad people and that's why he came back to Outer Banks in the first place, he needs to run because the mercenaries are on the island and he wants JJ to come with him, he can't leave his kid again, but JJ can't leave his friends. He’d only agree to go if getting the crown meant saving Kiara’s parents’ business, Poguelandia, and the Cut. He could tell JJ about the treasure map he stole from the mercenaries who in turn killed JJ’s mother. Show JJ struggling, with his friends worried, instead of throwing a pregnant Sarah into the water and that being the reason John B says he's like a blood brother.

Finally, make JJ the heir of Goat Island. With the crown money, have him build affordable housing for Pogues being outbid by Kooks. Let Pope be in charge of the project, giving him a future outside of medicine. Allow Cleo to finally have a stable life with Pope. Let John B settle down and realize that the gold killed his father, and that Sarah and the Pogues are his true treasure. Have Kiara’s relationship with JJ end with her being proven right: that JJ has a good heart. Let her say, “I told you so,” to her dad as her parents accept JJ, and JJ forgives his father, starting to build a stable relationship with a father figure.

As for Rafe, send him to therapy. Let him reconnect with his sisters and be invited to John B and Sarah’s wedding on Goat Island, where Kiara opens a marine life rescue reserve. Let Sarah finally have a full family, and if they insist on including the pregnancy plot, end the final episode with it. Show them all at the spot where John B’s burned-down house once stood, having a campfire. Pogues who became Kooks, but stayed Pogues all the same. This current storyline? It’s just some Kook bullshit.

[drewstarkeysbiceps]

OBX SPOILERS‼️

I can’t fucking believe jj dies. I seen an edit about it today in school and I was lit tearing up.

Also I’m SOO HAPPY that rafe and Sarah hug and have their relationship back

[kisses4angels]

IM ACTUALLY SOBBING WTF

[take-everything-you-can]

JJ looking fine ASF this season ...... And every other season but God damn

[kellyashcroft]

I finally built up the courage to watch the end of outer banks season 4 and I’m going to need at least 5 fix it fics immediately so I don’t have a complete mental breakdown!

I would also like it noted the ONLY reason I will be watching season 5 is to also get revenge on Groff. (And Rafe but besides the point)

I am horrified and deeply saddened yet again by writing choices for my favourite characters in a never ending list of shows

[inthelibrarybtw]

OBX SEASON 4 PT2 - spoilers

rafe “think ahead” cameron

man has his passport and money love him, honestly give him more credit he’s actually proactive

also i need to see that ring he gave sofia more up close, it looks pretty but i don’t know how i feel about that whole thing and i want to know more about his mom, like she died? i really want to go in that storyline

my head is all over the place i don’t even know what to say im on the last episode

[reyreadersblog]

OBX S4 P.2 SPOILERS.

(Not my tt)

When JJ says "i already got my wish" HE MEANS KIARA😭😭

Which means that he probably always wanted her from the beggining (season 1)

And now that he finally got her...

HE FUCKING DIED😭😭

[icecream45123]

last song you listened to: PREETY PLEASE by Dutch Melrose. Such a good song.

favourite colour: Red, forever and always, a few weeks ago tried to change that to blue but I'm always a red person.

last book i finished: “hunting Adeline" fire book but don't read it. Very traumatizing. Has a lot of something that starts with r and ends with e and it very very incredibly terrible. Good ending tho.

last show i watched: Outerbanks, fire show, watch it, WATCH IT. I SAID FRIGGING WATCH IT.

sweet/salty/savoury: Salty but sweet be doing me good.

relationship status: Many friends, single-pringle, searching for love, desperate, DESPERATE :(.

most recent google search: My fathers name lol. Was stalking him. Normal human bheavior trust.

current obsession: OUTER FUCKING BANKS. RAFE CAMERON. DREW STARKEY. MEN WITH BUZZ CUTS. i need help.

looking forward to: finishing outerbanks season 4 and completing gossip girl. Reading Satan's Affair. Don't also read that book. Trust me. Waiting for swim to start, SO SO EXITED FOR PRACTICE AT 4:30 AM!!!

@dragoness05 @jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah @lee1504 @rafe-camerons-princess [no pressure]

10 people i’d like to get to know better<3

tagged by the lovely @rodyassock on my main account, mwah👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

last song you listened to: sour breath by julien baker

favourite colour: i’ve always been a blue girlie up until two years ago when i embraced green and now it's all i wear

last book i finished: “trials of nation making: liberalism, race, and ethnicity in the andes, 1810-1910” for my uni book review 🥲 & i'm constantly rereading my favourite passages of my favourite novel “oranges are not the only fruit” by jeanette winterson

last show i watched: taskmaster uk lol

sweet/salty/savoury: for enjoyment sweet, for medical purposes salty (POTS gang rise up)

relationship status: long-term partnership with my best friend 🤍 (legally shes my wife bc of benefits so i love to call her that, but we prefer 'partnership' as a label because it's beautiful)

most recent google search: violet beauregarde (halloween costume)

current obsession: marauders era in general, this week i’ve mostly been thinking about rem

looking forward to: finishing my book review tonight so i can breathe

tagging (no pressure):

@regkitblack @hyunielover @soleilfool @poetichibiscus @gl1tterc0rpse @butt3rnugg3t @m00nkissedlover @honeyssweetened @rosieswriting @helens3amstuff @alwaysanundertone & anyone else who wants to play 🤍🤍

[whytheylosttheirminds]

snooze - r.c.

(season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader blurb, 4.1k words)

summary Your man works harder than anyone you know, and you couldn’t love him more for it, but some mornings you just want to hold on to him a little longer…

content fluff/smut, mutual mast., p in v, 18+ minors do not interact

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Rafe’s alarm rings through the large bedroom like a blaring siren, jerking you violently from the sweet sleep you were just wrapped in. He doesn’t hear it at first, still sound asleep next to you, snores rumbling through his bare chest.

You blink your eyes open, the room is still dark, though the first golden rays of the sunrise creep in through the small crack in the curtains. You twist your body towards Rafe, snuggling your head into his neck, an attempt to both shield your eyes from the sunlight and get his attention, desperate for him to silence the loud alarm.

After a few seconds, he still hasn’t heard it, so you reach up and gently tap his cheek.

“Baby,” you groan, cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Too loud.” 

Rafe takes a deep breath in, eyes still closed as he reaches his bedside table, tapping his phone screen clumsily until the sound subsides.

He settles back in, placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head as he pulls you into his side. You sigh happily, running your nails softly up and down his chest and stomach, drawing little hearts and stars on his skin. He shivers when you graze over the soft skin of his lower stomach, following his happy trail down to his waistband. You fully plan on dipping your hand below it, where he’s already twitching and firming up for you under his sweatpants, but you get distracted by the delicious deep V lines on either side of his waist. You dip your pointer finger into the valley of muscle and trace the shape down, switching to the other side and drawing back up.

He stirs when you angle your finger to scratch lightly with your manicured nail, lingering just above the band of his Calvins that peeks out from his sweats.

“That’s so nice, baby,” he mumbles in his deep, crackling morning voice, “I love these hands.”

Rafe laces his fingers in yours with one hand, his other arm sliding under your neck and wrapping around your shoulders. He pulls you close so he can drop a sloppy kiss on your temple.

You sigh and lift your intertwined hands to place a kiss on each of his knuckles.

“Maybe you should stay home,” you suggest between kisses. “Then you can enjoy these hands all day long.”

He smiles knowingly, still not opening his eyes. You play this game every morning, trying to find ways to convince him to play hooky from work, though they never succeed. He’s always showered and out the door by sunrise, leaving you with a cup of coffee on your nightstand and a quick kiss as you drift back to sleep.

“Sounds perfect, but I have an 8 a.m. with a potential investor,” he explains.

In the quiet, Rafe starts to drift off again. You continue to stroke his chest and think of all the many enticing reasons for him to stay, but before you can list them for him, his alarm blares from his phone again. 

You lean over him, reaching to the phone on his nightstand. He takes the opportunity to snake his hand around your waist and slide it under his big t-shirt you're wearing. His hands feel so nice on your lower back, you pause, almost forgetting what you were reaching for in the first place, until the alarm rings out again, making you both wince with its volume. You tap the screen desperately until it’s silenced.

“Just hitting snooze so we can have five more minutes,” you say, settling down over him and resting your cheek on his chest.

“Liar,” he says with a sleepy smirk. “You turned it off.”

You fake an offended gasp, “I can’t believe you’re accusing me of such deception, Rafe Cameron.”

“So when five minutes go by and the alarm doesn’t go off again, what are you gonna say then?”

“I was hoping you’d fall back to sleep by then,” you confess with a giggle, laying a soft kiss on his chest, right over his heart.

“I knew it.”

He sits up in bed, causing you to fall back onto the pillows, immediately missing his warmth. You paw at his arm as he reaches over to check the time on his phone.

“Nooo,” you whine. “Don’t go yet.”

He smiles down at you, leaning over to place loving kisses on the edge of your jaw and up your face, touching his lips to your temple one final time before standing from the bed.

Your vision is still fuzzy from sleep and the darkness of the room, but you follow the general shape of him as he walks to the wall of windows on the other side of the room. He’s shirtless, the lower half of his body covered in soft gray sweats. You squirm a little under the comforter as you take him in. You didn’t know it was possible to be this attracted to someone, but it’s like every day you’re with him, your body craves him more, and it makes it that much more painful when he leaves.

Rafe interrupts your reverie by lifting his arms and throwing the curtains wide open. You flinch at the bright sunlight that pours through the windows like it’s burning you.

“Too bright, Rafe!” You protest. 

He just turns with a smug smile, his tall silhouette casting a shadow over the bed, blocking you from the blinding sun.

“I’ll make you some coffee before I go,” he promises as he leaves you alone in the bedroom, pulling a pillow over your face to shield yourself from the daylight.

It’s silly to complain when his hard work is the whole reason you can lay in this comfortable bed so late into the morning. When he’s not with you, he’s at the office, earning you all this comfort, but it still seems unfair when you want him this badly.

You used to be an early riser, but the way he lays you down every night when he gets home, fucking you hard and slow until you fall asleep clinging to him, it’s made you a whole new person. You’d pay him twice his salary if you had it just to get him to stick around a little longer, make you feel that good again.

A devious idea comes to your brain, and you pull the covers from yourself quickly, making fast moves before he gets back.

When Rafe comes back into the room a few minutes later, he nearly spills your hot coffee all over himself at the sight that greets him.

The comforter is bundled at the end of the bed, nothing covering your body as you stretch out on the mattress. You’ve switched out his t-shirt and your baggy sweats for a silky pair of boy-short panties and a lacy bra. You're facing away from him, laying on your side, the curve of your hips and peekaboo view of your ass casting a scandalous shadow on the wall. The fabric of your panties is so flimsy, it climbs up the curve of your ass, revealing you to him as if they’re barely there at all.

“Nice try,” he shakes his head, though the small crack in his voice betrays his defiance. You know you’ve got him hard and frazzled.

“Hmmm?” You don’t turn to look at him, instead bending your knee and sliding one leg up higher to give him an even better angle of your ass. 

“It’s not gonna work…” he insists, setting your coffee down, fully intending to turn and make his way to the walk-in closet to get dressed, yet somehow finding himself completely immobile.

“What’s not going to work?” You echo, feigning cluelessness in a way you know is gonna drive him mad.

“I really do have a meeting,” he continues his one-sided argument, trying desperately to convince himself. “I can’t be late, it’s important.”

“Okay! Have a good day, baby,” you yawn, shifting on the sheets as if you’re just getting comfortable, hoping he doesn’t see the smile you’re hiding in your pillow, obsessed with the strain in his voice that reveals his resolve is cracking.

The mattress sinks slowly under his weight, and you can feel the heat of him before he even touches your skin. His hand slides up your leg, from your ankle all the way up to your thigh, where he pauses to squeeze your flesh. 

“You’re gonna be late,” you let your mouth twist into a cheeky smile. 

He huffs a defeated laugh, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder in frustration, “you’re killing me.”

“I’m not doing anything!” You giggle, arching your back and giving him a better glimpse at the other side of you, your nipples already pebbling in anticipation, clearly visible through your see through bra.

Rafe responds by saying your name, so low and needy it’s almost inaudible. You twist your torso just enough to meet his eyes, blinking at him sweetly through your eyelashes.

“Yes?”

He doesn’t respond with words, just a piercing gaze. His blue eyes are blown wide with lust as he takes you in, dragging over your body helplessly, fighting an internal battle as he plots his next move. Filthy thoughts are etched on his face, you know him well enough by now to see the gears turn behind his eyes, imagining all the things he could do to you if he stayed.

“Can I at least have a kiss before you go?” You ask, hoping the taste of your lips will tip the scales in your favor.

He can’t deny you a kiss, he never does, so he leans in and meets your lips with a nod, his hand rising to softly cradle your jaw. You run your tongue so gently across his lower lip that he wonders if he imagined it. When you part your lips for him and release a small sigh, the game is over.

With another squeeze of your thigh, he pulls back from you just enough to reach his phone on the nightstand. You watch with a victorious grin as he types out a quick message, surely to his secretary, and tosses the phone somewhere on the bed. 

“Bought us an hour,” he tells you.

“Only an hour?” You pout.

“Don’t be greedy,” he teases you, shuffling behind you so he can spoon you, placing a dozen quick kisses up your arm, making you giggle in delight.

Rafe’s hand slides from your thigh to your waist, dipping to splay over your stomach so he can pull you flush against him. You sigh dreamily as he begins to suckle on your neck, leaving little pink marks everywhere his lips touch.

“Wasn’t that kind of an important meeting?” You ask, feeling a little guilty for potentially making him miss out on a good opportunity.

“Nothing’s more important than this,” he assures you.

You let out a little whimper at his sweet words, igniting a fire in him. His hand drifts up your stomach until his palm is settled over your breast, kneading gently. 

“Oh,” you gasp. “That feels good.” 

“Yeah?” He drawls with a crooked grin, pausing to drag the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “Just needed a little attention today?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Needed you.”

His hand leaves you for a minute to fiddle with the clasp of your bra. You lift your arms up so he can slide it off and toss it somewhere on the floor of the massive master suite.

The rough skin of his palm comes back to rest over your hard nipple, the sensation is so sweet that your whole body hums with pleasure. 

“God you’re so soft,” he breathes over the wet spot he’s just left on your skin, “love these tits so much.”

With that confession, he pinches your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, the pain lasting only a second before he smoothes it over with the pad of his thumb.

“Rafe!” You squeak out at the sting.

He shushes you gently, lowering his mouth to pull your earlobe between his teeth, the pressure strong, but not strong enough to pull your mind from the way his hand is dropping lower on your torso towards your panties. A pool of silky arousal gathered between your legs, you rub your thighs together in search of friction as his hand continues to move maddeningly slow.

“Don’t worry baby,” he coos, “gonna take good care of you like I always do.”

Your fingernails dig into the sheets in preparation when he finally reaches the band of your panties, lifting them to slide his hand in.

“You always take such good care of me, Rafe,” you agree.

He places his other arm under your head for support, allowing you to look down at the outline of his big hand wriggling under the damp cloth of your panties. His fingers find your entrance easily, pausing outside to swirl in your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he praises. “Always so ready for me.”

After a few more swirls, he’s satisfied with the coating, dragging his fingers back up to your clit. He hits it right away, he could find it in a hurricane. He runs his fingers over you at the perfect angle, starting with delicate figure eights.

Your head falls forward in ecstasy, unable to form words. Rafe bends his arm at the elbow, laying his hand flat against your forehead to pull your head back into his chest, your neck arching with the stretch. The pink spots he’s left on your exposed throat have darkened nicely, giving him a chance to appreciate his handiwork. He reattaches his lips, desperate to claim you as many times as he can, hungry for you.

The sweetest, breathiest moans fall from your puffy lips, and he basks in them like the sunlight that’s bleeding through the curtains. He’s nibbling on your shoulder like it’s his breakfast as his fingers pick up speed on your clit. 

Between circles and flicks, he stops to tap quickly with the tip of his middle finger, the rhythmic pressure and release has the sensitive bud pulsing. You chase his fingers pathetically with the roll of your hips, needing more.  

As you writhe, his cloth covered cock slots between the valley of your ass, each wave of your hips grinding perfectly against his shaft. You shut your eyes tight, picturing his perfect length and the gorgeous noises he makes when he comes. You need to hear those sounds like you need air.

Your hand releases from the sheets, reaching behind you to rub the hard ridge of his dick over his sweatpants. Rafe clenches his jaw, a throaty groan vibrating through his chest and straight into your body. 

“This what you wanted, angel?” He asks, his tone dominant and desperate all at the same time. The perfect balance of ownership and a genuine urgency to please you.

“Just wanted you,” you confirm through labored pants, grinding yourself into his hand, “all I ever want is you.”

“Oh yeah? Show me.”

No further instruction needed, your hand finally dips below his waistband, immediately finding his pulsing cock. 

“Shi-ii-t,” he shudders as you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly and reveling in how hard you’ve made him.

You notice goosebumps rush up the arm that’s disappearing into your panties, you realize your hands must be cold. You know he’d never complain, but you don’t just want him to feel good, you want him to feel as amazing as he makes you feel.

You draw your hand back from his boxers, and he groans at your absence, nearly protesting until he sees what you’re doing. You dip your hand into your underwear, gently nudging his out of the way, and collect some of your wetness onto your own fingers. Your hand glistens in the morning sunlight when you pull it out, displaying it for him before returning your grip to his cock.

He’s speechless. Eyes rolling back at how fucking sexy that was, desperate to ground himself before he comes too quickly in your hand. He moves his palm down from your forehead to cup your throat, not too much pressure to hurt, but enough to remind you how strong he is. You whimper, swallowing hard under his broad palm.

“Jesus christ, baby,” he sputters, “you’re my fucking dream girl.” 

You fall in sync, Rafe rubbing tight, firm circles over your clit, while you slide your hand up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip with each stroke to swirl your thumb in the precum he’s leaking. His knuckles flex in response to each flick of your thumb, pads of his fingers holding and releasing your neck in steady pulses. 

You squeeze his cock as he squeezes your throat, so perfectly aligned in your drunken pleasure that you both chuckle at how unbelievable it feels. But if you’re laughing, then surely he’s not doing a good enough job.  

He draws your clit between his fingers, rolling over and over, not pinching too hard, but just hard enough to set every nerve ending in your body on fire. You draw your knees up, your hand slowing involuntarily on his cock as you feel the familiar coil tighten in your tummy, seconds from snapping.

“I can’t believe you’re real, you’re so perfect,” Rafe whispers into your shoulder, kissing you over and over.

“Gonna make me come talking like that, baby,” you warn him.

“You want that? You want me to make you come in my hand?”

“Not yet,” you choke out, so close that you’re already dreading coming down from your high. It’s too soon, it’s not enough. No amount of him will ever be enough, but you at least need him closer. “Want you inside, need you in me.”

“Anything. Anything you want,” he swears as he pulls his hand from your core to rip your panties down your legs. You pull them off over your feet and toss them away as he removes his pants and boxers behind you. 

The fabric finally out of the way, his dick spears into your back, somehow always so much bigger and more powerful than you remember. You pray he doesn’t make you wait any longer, wriggling back onto your side so your soaked pussy is perfectly exposed to him. 

In the soft morning light, he finally gets a good view of your slick folds, nearly busting all over your back at the sight. He’s filled this new condo with the most expensive art he could find, but nothing comes close to the masterpiece in front of him. To him, you’re fucking priceless.

He wastes no more time, tucking a hand under your knee to angle your leg up. You take his cue, understanding each other without words as always, and brace your foot flat against his calf, propping yourself open for him.

A combination of the angle and his picture perfect memory of your walls has his tip hitting your g-spot on the very first thrust. He stretches you so sweetly, the tight fit making your brain go foggy and your mouth fall open, gasping helplessly.

“Like this?” He asks, not taunting but not really asking either, already knowing the answer to “this how you want it?”

“Not quite,” you whisper. 

He freezes with confusion before you reach behind you to find the hand he has braced on your hip, pulling it up and placing it back around your neck.

“There,” you say, “now it’s perfect.”

“Holy shit,” Rafe stammers, hips jerking forward, slamming into you a little too hard, lost in his infatuation with you. 

At first he worries it’s too hard, but a dreamy moan rises from your throat and you encourage, “yes, yes, like that, please.”

Mouth agape in disbelief at his pure fucking luck in finding you, he obeys your plea, pulling back slow before thrusting in hard again. The hand that’s not on your throat pushes into the mattress beneath your head, lifting himself up for leverage. He continues to fuck into you hard, pausing after each stroke to hit as deep as he can possibly get. You’re a mess, crying out with each slap of his hips against your ass, blabbering incoherently as you clench around him.

“Ohhh my god you’re so tight,” he growls through gritted teeth. “‘I’m gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that. You gonna let me come inside?”

Your eyes fly open as an invisible light bulb goes off above your head, you twist to meet his eyes, his lids low and irises completely blown out with lust.

“If I do, will you stay home?” you proposition him.

He scoffs, shaking his head in pure amusement and adoration, tongue digging into the side of his cheek in the cocky way you love. From this angle, the sharp features of his perfect face hover just inches from yours. The sheer attraction you feel makes your walls flutter around his cock, a tease of his reward if he promises to stay.

Rafe screws his eyes shut, his head falling back as you pulse around him repeatedly.

“Fuck! Yes, I promise, I promise,” he cries out as he continues thrusting into you sloppily, “I’ll do anything. I’ll sell my house, I’ll change my fucking name. Just ask me and I’ll do it.”

His theatrics delight you, bubbly giggles rising from your stomach as he loses himself in you. You can’t remember ever loving anyone as much as you love him at this moment.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, completely enamored with the man inside you.

Without a thought, he slips the hand on your throat to the back of your neck, kneading your skin as he pulls your mouth to his. It’s not gentle, like his typical good morning kisses, it’s messy and wet and hard and completely mind numbing. You bite on his bottom lip, almost accidentally, losing your mind at the taste of him.

“B-baby,” he stutters, his hips doing the same, “can’t - fuck -  can’t wait any longer. Tell me where you want it.”

“Mmmph, inside, please! Please fill me up, Rafe.”

It’s all he needs to hear, he buries himself deeper than he’s ever been. 

“Come with me?” he pleads.

You’re so close, you can’t even find words, nodding rapidly. He hits your g-spot one final time and you slip off the edge of the earth into uncut ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back and your toes dig into his leg, bruising his calf. His tip hits your cervix hard, hot cum pooling deep in your core, spilling out of him for longer than you thought possible. His breath is ragged and his chest heaving as his body jerks around you.

Both trembling, his arm gives out and he slumps down, curled around you. Sweaty and satisfied, you catch your breath together, Rafe still buried deep. 

He plants wet kisses on the nape of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way and blowing gently to cool you down. You see only bright white behind your closed eyes, floating in a perfect pleasure you didn’t know was possible until you met this man.

After a few moments, or possibly hours, he starts to pull out. Your hips chase his defiantly, refusing to lose his warmth again.

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head, reaching back to grab his hip and hold him in place. “You promised.”

“I also promised to change my name, you gonna make me do that, too?” He laughs.

“Maybe.”

“Oh really? What are you gonna call me?”

“I dunno,” you shrug. “How about daddy?”

Your teasing has the intended effect, Rafe twitching inside you, already hardening again. He knows you’re just playing with him, but his mind spirals out of control at the pet name. He’s so in love he thinks it might kill him.

Settling back into you, he reaches around the bed until his hand finds his discarded cell phone.

Your lips twist into a smirk as you hear him dial, still buried in your heat.

The dial tone rings a few times and he says, “yeah, gonna need you to clear my whole day. Something came up.”

He thanks the voice on the other line, hanging up and tossing his phone somewhere in the mountain of blankets on the floor.

“A whole day?” You ask, nestling back into his chest. “Aren’t you gonna lose the money from those investors?”

“Probably,” he shrugs, laying more slow kisses on your shoulder. “Worth every fucking cent.”

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[lexcys]

★ observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruthie with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kelce talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh