#seeing this completely hidden side of rafe

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Rider

Pairings - Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Summary- What happens after Rafe flips his bike.

Warnings- unprotected sex, choking, fingering, oral (male receiving), dirty talk. 18+

Watching Rafe speed through the sand on his dirt bike had your insides curling into themselves, your panties soaked and you worried people would be able to tell you were horny. Nibbling on the skin around your thumb and rubbing your thighs together you watched with wide eyes, your heart rattles against your ribcage harshly.

Rafe speeds up behind Maybank causing your nerves to triple as he gets closer to the blonde hair pogue, you know what’s about to happen before it does. Your eyes zone in on his front tire moments before it clips JJ’s back tire. It sends them both into the air, your eyes squeeze shut on instinct, the air in your lungs catching in your throat. Everything feels like it’s going in slow motion around you.

Gasps echo through your ears and you pop your eyes open once more, Rafe lay on the sand in a heap of limbs and motorbike gear, his bike lay half a mile away from his body. He hasn’t moved yet, your instinct is to run and that’s just what you do. You're sprinting across the sand before anyone can stop you, completely oblivious to the other bikes coming towards the two boys on the floor. Your sight is set on Rafe as your legs carry you towards him, he cranes his neck when he hears your name being screamed and his eyes go wide when he realizes you're coming for him. “Y/N!” He shouts, too slow to push himself to stand as a sharp pain jolts his lower back, his eyes darting between the bikes and you in panic.

His own heart is racing now, most likely matching the speed of your own. You're throwing yourself on him before he can stop you and he curls himself around you as the bikes skid by you sending the sand and dust into the air around you. He uses his body to shield you as John B abruptly breaks just before he hits JJ. All Rafe can hear is the sound of his heartbeat as he holds you tighter against his chest, your body hidden by his.

“Baby” you cry into his neck as you cling to him. His arms tighten around you as he feels you shake against him, the sound of you crying is drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. His anger bubbles in his chest at the idea of you getting hurt because he decided to fuck with Maybank. Angry at himself for putting you in danger.

“Hey hey it’s okay, I’m okay” he whispers into your hair, placing a hand behind your head and pressing you further into his neck. He can feel the wetness of your tears on his skin, he pulls the two of you up from the sand and you wrap your legs around his waist. Silence falls between the two of you as he walks away from the crowd, ignoring the calls from Topper. He walks you towards his car and puts you into the passenger seat, clipping the seat belt in. Your chest moves rapidly as you watch him in silence. “Stay here while I get someone to take my bike home” he orders, closing the door before you can argue.

Wiping away your tears you watch him walk over to Kelce, the two of them chat and you see him side glance Rafe’s car and he nods. You sit in silence for a few moments before Rafe turns to stalk back towards the car, your eyes dance down the length of his body. Remembering the butterflies in your belly before he had flipped off the bike, you watch him open his door and slide into the seat. “I’m sorry” you whisper, knowing he’s angry that you had put yourself in danger for him. He reaches over and grips your thigh, turning the ignition on as he pulls out of the car park.

You ride home in silence, his thumb rubbing small circles on your thigh. You chew at the skin around your nail again as you take sideway glances at him in the driver's seat. He’s half man spread in his seat, his jaw tense as he grinds his teeth together. Glasses sitting on the bridge of his perfect nose as he stares ahead, his hand moves every so often around the wheel as the light bounces off his ring into your eye. You're turned on again, squirming in your seat to get comfortable. Rafe dressed in his bike gear always made you hot and bothered. He takes a few sideway glances at you but you stare ahead, trying not to be so obvious. His fingers dig into the flesh of your inner thigh sending goosebumps down your arms, you catch the small smirk on his lips but he says nothing.

As you pull up to his house, he’s rounding the car to your side before you can open and he helps you out. His hand pressed firmly against your lower back as he walks you towards the porch, inserting the key into the lock and opening the door for you. “Rafe” you whisper, unsure if he’s still angry at you. You stand at the threshold waiting for him to turn around to look at you. “Are you mad?”.

“I was��� but I have something else on my mind now” he states, lacing his fingers through yours and pulling you towards the living room. “What?” You question, he takes a seat on the couch and pats his lap. You go to take a seat on his thigh but he shakes his head, gripping your hips he maneuvers you so you're straddling him. Your skirt bunches up and he catches sight of your black panties, knowing exactly what ones you're wearing. The ones he had brought you with the little bow on the front. “You were fidgety in the car” he states, his palms rub up the length of your thighs as he stares up at you with a knowing smirk. The small dimple causes your inside to melt again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Just worried you were angry”.

He lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head, pushing his hands further up your thigh. The material of your skirt now completely rolled up exposing your panties. “I don’t think that’s why.. I think your horny” and you shake your head in protest “if I slipped a finger into your panties you wouldn’t be wet?” He questions, raising his eyebrows at you. You pull away from him slightly but he pulls you back in, pressing your mound into his belt buckle causing a strangled moan to slip from your lips. “That’s what I thought”.

“I am angry you put yourself in danger, angry that I put you in danger but… I’d rather make you cum than tell you off for being stupid”

“Oh” is all you can manage, your clit throbs as he rocks his hips into you. “What’s got you so turned on baby?” He questions, halting his movements as he waits for your answer. “You”

“Of course… but what exactly?”

“Your outfit.. you on the bike.. before you flipped”

He hums, picking up the rhythm of his rocking again. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressed firmly against your aching clit. Your fingers curl around his shoulders as he plays with you, your mouth dropping open slightly to let out soft moans. “Use me baby… rock those hips and dry hump me” he orders, placing his arms behind his head as he stares up at you. His movements have stopped now and your hips have started to roll against him. “That’s it baby, don’t be quiet. Tell me what you want me to do to you after you make yourself cum on my lap” he says, eyes roaming from his lap to your face. His eyes are full with lust, his chest beats rapidly as he watches you fuck yourself against his lap. “I.. I want you to touch me”

“Yeah baby but where? Where do you want my hands?”

“I want them on my tits… and my pussy, I want your fingers inside of me oh fuck” You cry out, riding his belt buckle harder as your toes curl with pleasure. You can feel that familiar pressure already, your panties soaking through and coating his pants. “I can do that baby.. what else do you want? Hmm?” He questions, his hands have moved back to your thighs. Sliding up the sides until he grasps the flesh of your ass and helps you move your hips against him.

“Your cock!”

“I want your cock.. oh fuck… I need your cock Rafe! I need you to fuck..shit… fuck me, please fuck me!” You're whining and cursing, throwing your head back in ecstasy as your body shakes around him. Your orgasm riddles your body the moment he touches you again. “Oh! Oh yes yes”.

“That’s it baby.. doing such a good fucking job” he praises, pressing a kiss to your throat and then your chest. Your hands move to pull your shirt over your head, Rafe eyes your tits that are enclosed in a black bra. He snaps the clips at your back and pulls the bra down your arms exposing your tits to him. “Please” you beg when his hot breath tickles your chest, his mouth encloses around a nipple. Arching your chest into his mouth more, one of his hands spread across the top of your back as he suckles your breasts. “That feels so good” you whine, rolling your hips into him again. You can feel his hard cock through his pants and you so desperately want it inside of you. “I need you”.

He pulls away from your chest and pulls his own shirt over his head, your fingers run down the length of his chiseled stomach and begin fiddling with his belt, slipping your hand into his pants as he unzips himself. You pull his cock free and fists him tightly, moving your wrist up and down as pre cum coats his tip. “What do you want baby” he grunts as he watches you, eyeing his hard cock, you're slipping from his lap and kneeling between his legs. Taking his cock deep into your mouth, your tongue swirling against the soft skin.

You can feel him throb against your throat as you suck him back, his fingers placed into the back of your hair. He holds you tightly but doesn’t try to take control until he’s pulling you away and gripping you by the throat.

“Sit on my cock” he demands, his hand doesn’t leave your throat as you move back onto him, reaching for his cock you coat him with your juices by running the tip between your folds before pushing down onto him. Synchronized groans slip from your lips as his cock is buried deep inside of you, it almost feels like he’s in your stomach.

He lets you take control again but doesn’t let go of your throat, he pulls you to his lips and devours you as you bounce on him. “Fuck baby.. that’s it.. take what you want” he growls, sucking on your bottom lip. His fingertips press a little harder into your throat, causing the air to come out in shorter breaths. “I- I can’t breath” you whimper, he doesn’t loosen his thought. “Breath, slow baby.. in and out” he says, your fingers wrap around his wrist but you keep bouncing on his cock. Thighs aching with each movement, a thin sheen of sweat coats your body. “That’s it baby.. such a good girl, it feels so much better when your head is just a little dizzy”.

And he’s right, as your eyes go slightly cross eyed and your breaths come out in short puffs, the ache in your belly grows and your hips coming down harder. “Fuck” you cry out, your clit throbs. “Such a good girl.. that’s it baby, I can feel you strangling my cock. Your so fucking wet” he groans, he’s pulling you off his cock and pushing you into the cushions of the couch.

Your ass high in the air, he thrusts himself back into you and grips your hips tightly. “Yes! yes yes” you scream into the couch, arching your back and digging your nails into the material. His palms connect with your ass with a loud smack, his red handprint appearing seconds after, choking on your saliva as he gets you closer and closer to your release. His hand grips your hair tightly as he pushes your face into the couch, crowding your body as he pounds into you. You can feel the beat of his heart on your back and the throbbing of his cock between your walls. “Oh fuck Rafe… I’m gonna cum!” Your warning far too late as your body shakes with pleasure, his fingers toy with your clit causing what seems like an explosion of pleasure to take over your senses and you cry and whimper into the couch. He’s cumming into you moments later, your walls pulsating around his heavy cock. Shooting his cum deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure spill from his lips and his fingers dig deeper into your hips. “Fuck” he groans, loosening his fingers from your hair and hips. He pulls you away from the couch and slips his cock from within you, moving the both of you so you lay on your back.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger again” he states a few minutes later, your hand pressed to his chest and leg wrapped over his legs. “Don’t you ever do something stupid like that again and I won’t have to put myself in danger”. He chuckles under his breath and kisses your lips.

“You're lucky I could tell you were horny on the way home otherwise this afternoon could have gone a whole other route” he says, craning your neck to look up at him as he stares down at you. “Well I was ready to jump your bones the moment the race finished but you ruined that by doing a flip… maybe you should go for a ride again and I can show you what I was planning on doing after…”

“Yeah?”

“Call Kelce and get your bike”

[inursoulkitchen]

thinking about something happening in season 3 where the pouges need to sneak into rafes boat to steal something or get evidence that he stole the cross and as they’re about to leave to take whatever it is they came for rafe and barry come back.

and they think oh shit okay let’s just wait it out be as quiet as possible they aren’t gonna stay that long

and then rafe and barry start arguing and it’s getting heated and they’re getting closer and the pouges have never seen rafe look intimidated like this

except he doesn’t look intimidated. he looks turned on.

and rafe is saying things to intentionally get under barrys skin and then barry has rafe by his expensive shirt. they think for sure he’s going ti punch him but instead he kisses him.

the pouges go completely still under the deck their spying from and most of of them cannot look away.

psychotic dominating rafe is making out with his drug dealer meters away from them but there’s nothing dominant about him in that moment. he’s letting barry take complete control of him, moaning into his mouth.

it’s obscene.

they have to wait until they’ve finished fucking against the wall before they can leave.

[bunnyrafe]

omg speaking of bar crawling w rafe…him being ur dd while u get drunk and on the drive home and you just can’t keep ur hands off of him cause he looks soooo good and ur just so drunk and horny u can’t help it…getting fingered on his lap when u get back YUM 😛😛

absolutely drooling for this— i know it was supposed to be bar crawling with rafe but omg... him being your DD on your nights out in general… it’s unfortunately everything i ever wanted ‘n more. but 🙄🙄🙄 rafe is so annoying because his patience for drunk you is thin asf. let us have fun, bitch.

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. f / bratty!reader, dom / mean!rafe, daddy kink, impact play (spanking), dumbification & degradation.

rafe has the AC on full blast.

it’s a hot summer night and the way the underside of your thighs are sticking to his leather seats are proof that. it’s ninety degrees and counting even with the sun down but you’re having the time of your life in his passenger seat. wiggling your hips and shouting along to your favorite songs as they blast through his speakers much to his dismay. there’s pineapple juice and tequila on your breath, hidden away by your glittery lips… from the gloss you reapplied in the club bathroom before he picked you up.

girls night was a success despite him texting you every ten minutes. you’d be lying if you said each message didn’t have you grinning at your phone, if you said you didn’t send him selfies every chance you had to take one.

“he know i only wanna come over put it on him— i got that woah-na-na-na. he drink that shit like water. i got that supernova, that super grip, that choker,” you lean over the console as you sing along, and rafe rolls his eyes so hard you think his head may hurt. but his thigh tenses up when you splay your hand over it, rubbing the denim of his jeans and the muscle underneath it.

“you’re done.” he bites out before turning down the music completely, clearly fed up with your antics.

you huff at that, yet your hand travels higher. he looks too good when you’re stressing him out— as sick as it sounds. you wanna push and paw at his buttons until he just can’t take it anymore, and that’s exactly what you do as you nearly palm at his hardening cock while you pout, “ugh… sometimes you’re so mean, rafey.”

“yeah?” he takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at you and meet your glossy eyes, “you think because ‘m not playing your fuckin’ games for once i’m mean? is that it? you’ll see just how fuckin’ mean i can be, then.”

and he keeps his word. you’re bent over his lap within minutes when you get home, with your little party dress yanked up and slutty panties pulled to the side while you giggle and kick your legs. you earn yourself a few spanks. spanks so hard that your brain shuts down a bit upon the impact and you’re only able to yelp.

“naughty girl,” rafe spits out in feigned disgust once he feels how slick your folds are. your poor cunt has been drooling for him before you even got in the truck, and now that his fingers are slowly circling your clit it’s beyond messy.

“daddy, please…” you whine out, smushing your face in to the sofa cushion in shame.

to your surprise rafe does slip two of his fingers into you, stretching you out and making your lungs burn with how fast you inhale at the intrusion. his fingertips find that one spot hidden in your silky walls so quick, curling slowly and forcing your tongues to curl with them in sync, and your cunt to cream around the digits as a warning for your impending orgasm. all sensitive due to the liquor in you.

you mewl into the material beneath you and a puddle of your saliva darkens it. rafes free hand slaps your plump ass again.

“if you think you’re cumming any time soon, you’re fuckin’ dumber than i thought.”

[cameronsprincess]

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: Mask Kink + DP w/ Rafe & JJ

CW: threesome, ghostface!rafe, ghostface!jj, dp, unprotected piv sex, anal, praise & degrading. 18+ ONLY!

kinktober masterlist — deadly duo masterlist

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the sound of your heart thumping wildly in your chest was all you could hear. not even the sound of your heavy breathing could be heard over the blood rushing in your ears. you’re running through the dark woods, dodging low hanging branches and jumping over large rocks, trying to escape the two masked men chasing you.

but do you really want to escape them? this has always been a secret fantasy of yours, to be hunted, caught and taken by a man— or men— in masks. you have a feeling you know who the two men are as well, and that thought alone has your pussy throbbing more than it already was.

you rush behind a large tree, pressing your back firmly against it, trying to calm your breathing. the dark night is eerily silent, making your heart pound harder in your chest. slowly, you turn your body, pressing your chest against the thick tree and slowly peeking your head around to see if the two masked men were nearby.

no one’s there. where could they have gone? you slowly turn back around, a scream pulled from your chest when you come face to face with the two men, their ghostface masks inches from your face. how the fuck?

a gloved hand is slapped over your face, a deep, altered voice saying, “caught you.”

you begin to fight the man whose hand is tightly pressed against your face, screaming and kicking as he effortlessly whips your body around. his bicep works its way around your neck, flexing it as he continues to cover your mouth and nose with his large, gloved hand. 

the second man steps forward, running his gloved fingers down the side of your face.

“stop fightin’ it, baby girl. we’re gonna take good care of you, alright?”

rafe cameron. he didn’t alter his voice, but that doesn’t shock you. rafe is the kind of man who never hides — minus his face being hidden by the ghostface mask, but you know that’s purely because he knows you’re into it.

tears fill your eyes, and you begin kicking and screaming behind the gloved hand of the other man, trying to break yourself free from his hold.

the man holding you captive tightens his palm against your face, flexing his muscular arm and completely cutting off your air. your eyes widen, fear wracking your body as he continues to squeeze tightly, taking away your air.

“don’t kill her, maybank,” rafe says, “pick her ass up and let’s get her to the spot.”

your breathing picks up when the other man— who you now know is jj maybank— lifts your feet off the ground and tosses you over his shoulder.

you kick and scream as jj carries you through the woods, your fists pounding into his back. jj grunts, his free hand landing a harsh slap to your ass. “stop kickin’ and screamin’, princess. it’s a worthless fight.”

“fuck… you… jj.” you say through heavy breaths.

rafe and jj both chuckle, the sound making you stiffen in jj’s hold. “oh don’t worry, princess. we’re going to.” rafe says, amusement lacing his voice.

the two of them walk for about five minutes, finally reaching an old, abandoned fishing dock. they slowly make their way onto the old wooden dock, jj’s arms tightening against your thighs. you lift your head to try and take in your surroundings, but nothing but darkness greets you. a cool breeze sends a shiver down your spine, the sound of the calm water swishing about and all the nighttime creatures making noises all you hear.

jj drops you onto your back, and you instinctively back away. rafe tuts, taking a step toward you. “i wouldn’t recommend that, princess. you never know what kinda monsters lurk in these waters at night.”

you take a glance behind you, seeing nothing but the dark, deep, ocean waters. you could say fuck it, jump in and try to escape, but do you really want to? as much as you fight them, you can help but feel a tinge of excitement rush through you at the thought of what they’ll do to you.

“maybank. strip her.” rafe demands.

jj is on you before you can even think to move, his unforgiving grip on your upper arms making you cry out in pain. he yanks you to a standing position, long fingers toying with the hem of your t-shirt before he pulls it up and over your head, tossing it to the side. he slowly runs his fingers up and down your bare sides, his hands snaking around your waist and trailing down to pop the button of your light denim jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down next.

“little help, sweetheart?”

jj begins to push the rough material down your legs, and you help him out by wiggling your hips, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side once they’re completely down. you stand before the two fully clothed men, wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong— you’d opted for no bra tonight, stupid, but does it even matter? the answer is no.

you toss your hands out to your sides, “okay. you got me here, and you’ve stripped me. now what?”

rafe steps closer to you, working at the belt he wears before pulling it off and doubling it over. he snaps it once, making you flinch before he tosses it onto the old wooden dock. he works his jeans off next, leaving himself in nothing but a tight, black t-shirt, his mask and a pair of baby blue boxers. cute.

“now. we’re gonna have fun using you, princess. you down with that?”

“do i have a choice?”

rafe taps his finger against the bottom of his mask as if in thought. he straightens his head, his masked face landing on yours again as he says, “no, you don’t.”

jj’s strong arms wrap around your waist once more and you begin to kick and fight against him. his mask covered face leans in close to your ear, his voice— no longer altered — whispering, “i love the fight, sweetheart. it turns me on, keep it up.”

jj presses his front into your backside, giving you a feel of his hard cock through his boxers. when did he strip his lower half? jj’s a silent one, but rafe also had all your attention there for a minute, so anything is possible.

jj drops onto the dock with you in tow, falling into a sitting position. he tightens his hold on your waist and presses your ass harder against his cock. he groans, and the sound sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy.

“you’re gonna feel so fucking good, so tight, wet, throbbing.”

rafe steps toward the two of you, kneeling down in front of you, but his attention on jj.

“remember, maybank. you get her ass, i get her pussy, yeah?”

jj chuckles, tossing your body forward and into rafe’s strong hold. “yeah, yeah. i remember the plan. lucky for you, i prefer an ass over a pussy.”

rafe laughs at jj’s response, his fingers slowly sliding your soaked thong down your shaking legs. he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling one glove off before moving to do the same with the other. your eyes flit down to his large, veiny hands. god, he has nice fucking hands. you can’t help the thoughts of how good his fingers would feel buried inside your cunt, shoved down your throat…

your train of thought dies and you gasp when rafe runs two fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how wet you are. “fuck, princess. you’re soaked. we knew this shit turned you on.”

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, rocking your hips back and forth as he continues to play with your pussy. a whimper escapes you when he shoves two fingers inside, scissoring them before slowly pulling them back out.

jj huffs. “alright bro, my cock is painfully hard, quit messin’ around.”

rafe just laughs at that. and you roll your eyes. these two. even in a sexual, very intimate moment— and working together you might add— they’re at each others throats.

rafe pulls his boxers down his legs before laying himself back on the dock, pulling your body flush against his in the process. he grips his hard cock in his right hand, running the tip through your folds a few times, teasing your swollen clit with the head before he slowly pushes himself inside your pussy. a loud whine escapes you as he stretches you out.

“goddamnit, she’s so wet and tight. fuck.”

once rafe is buried completely inside you, he slaps at your ass once, “stick your ass out a bit, help maybank out.”

you do as he says, arching your back a bit and giving jj a better angle of your ass. you hear him moan behind you, twisting your head to look at him. he’s stroking his cock, spitting down onto it and coating his thick length with his saliva.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. s’gonna feel amazing.”

you whimper when the head of his dick presses into your ass, a burning sensation rushing through your body. “oh fuck, jj, it’s.. s’too much.” you cry out, trying to pull away, but rafe’s hand slapping your ass stops you.

“stop fightin’ him, princess. it’ll hurt less if you just let him in.”

tears fill your eyes, and you choke out a sob as jj presses his dick farther into your ass. you’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and they didn’t even attempt to prep you, but that’s what this is, right? for their pleasure. not yours. it’ll feel good for jj no matter what.

“halfway in, sweetheart.” jj groans, slowly pulling out of your ass before pushing forward again.

rafe thrusts his hips up once, trying to help distract your mind from the burning pain you feel in your ass. he tightly grips your hip in one hand, using his free hand to play with your tits. he pinches your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and pulling on it.

jj takes advantage of your being distracted, slowly pulling his cock from your ass completely. he spits onto his shaft again, stroking it and coating his hard dick before pressing the tip back into your ass, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside you.

“oh shit!” you cry out, your palms laid flat against rafe’s t-shirt covered chest. you dig your nails into the cotton material, making him hiss in a breath.

“that’s it, such a good fucking whore for us.” jj coos.

tears fall freely down your face, your entire body on fire. you feel so full, you’ve never in your life experienced this feeling, but it’s strangely… not bad. rafe finally begins to move his hips, fucking himself into you from below. his large hands splay out on your lower back, pushing you forward a bit, allowing him to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.

jj places his hands on your hips, holding you in place as he begins thrusting his hips, fucking your ass at a slow and steady pace. a moan escapes you, immense pleasure rushing through your veins. holy fuck. they both feel so good inside you, filling you, stretching you, using you.

“goddamn, princess. your ass is fuckin’ squeezin’ my dick, swallowing me whole,” jj slowly pulls out to where only the tip remains inside your ass before slamming forward. you scream out in both pain and pleasure, “such a good slut, lettin’ us use her for our pleasure.”

rafe chuckles from beneath you, and your eyes find his mask covered face. fuck, the mask makes this so much more erotic. he picks up his pace, fucking himself inside you at a fast and rough pace. “gonna let us fill your ass ‘n pussy with our cum? let us fuckin’ use you ‘n have you dripping our cum for the rest of the night like the good little slut you are, right?”

unintelligible words fall from your lips, your mind foggy and body completely numb from the pleasure they were giving you. drool slips past your slightly parted lips, opening and closing them, trying and failing to give a response.

rafe’s dark laughter fills the air around you, “aww, look at that, maybank.. we got her so fuckin’ stupid off our cocks already. fuckin’ slut can’t even form a coherent sentence.”

jj lands a harsh slap to your ass cheek, his hands finding your hips and gripping them, fucking into your ass harder. your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your stomach tightens. stars explode behind your eyes and you’re so close to coming undone for them.

“f-fuuuuck… r-rafe… j-jj… ple-ase…” you manage to choke out through sobs.

“oh, what was that, baby? please? please what? use your words.” rafe says, slowing his thrusts and stilling inside you.

jj’s thrusts come to a halt as well, both men’s cocks filling your holes but not moving, not giving you the stimulation you so desperately crave. jj slaps your ass, the already raw, burning skin tingling. “he asked you a question, princess. s’not nice to ignore a question.”

“please… c-can i… can i cum?” you sob out, tears and snot running down your face as you wiggle your hips, trying to chase the friction you’re craving.

rafe breathes out a sigh, “you hear that? she wants to cum, j. should we let her?”

“dunno, rafe. i don’t think she’s earned it.”

your body stiffens, screaming for a release.

“please! please let me cum, i- i’ll do anything, please? please rafe… jj… please?”

rafe brings a hand to your tear stained face, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek. “god you’re so fuckin’ pathetic. beggin’ us to let you cum,”

both men begin thrusting their hips again, fucking into you at slow, steady paces. your body screams for a release, but every time you’re close to tumbling over the edge, they stop, teasing you and edging you.

“tell us you’re our good little cum slut, and maybe we’ll let you cum.” rafe says lowly, his dick slowly pushing and pulling from inside you.

you try and form the words, but your brain is so weak, so foggy from being denied what it needs most, you can’t seem to get them out. jj’s hands on your hips tighten, pulling your ass roughly against his front, his cock so deep in your ass you swear you feel him in your stomach.

“go on, princess. say it. tell us you’re our good little cum slut, that you’re nothin’ more than holes for our pleasure.” jj demands, his tone harsh.

“i— fuck… ‘m y-your good li-little cum s-slut.. oh fuck.. please?”

rafe and jj both groan, the satisfaction of hearing you say the words greater than they could’ve imagined.

“s’right.. ours. ours to fuck,” thrust. “ours to use,” thrust. “ours to do whatever the fuck we want with.”

they both begin pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping skin, their groans and your loud whines fill the night sky. the band in your belly tightens just as jj’s thrusts grow sloppy. jj slams his hips into your backside one final time, his dick twitching inside you as he fills your ass with his thick, white cum.

he slowly pulls himself from your ass, and you flinch, whining at the loss of him there. rafe’s cock pounding into your aching pussy quickly makes you forget though.

“come on, baby. cum with me, cum all over my cock while i fuck my load deep into this sweet cunt.”

you cry out rafe’s name, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you come undone around him. you soak his cock, crying out his and jj’s names. rafe’s thrusts slow, his cock swelling inside you before he comes with one final thrust, his cum painting your inner walls white.

rafe pulls himself from inside you, rolling you off of his body and onto your back. he pushes himself to his feet, quickly dressing before standing beside jj. both of them slowly remove their ghostface masks, their gorgeous faces illuminated beautifully under the bright moonlight. rafe smirks down at your weak, limp body, lightly nudging jj’s shoulder.

“best halloween ever, right? and now… she’s all ours.”

𓆩♡𓆪

note: i just wanna thank everyone for taking the time and reading my kinktober fics! it was so much fun participating in this event!❤️🖤 happy halloween, MWAH😚

[donatellawritings]

omg Rafe getting turned in when American!reader rides leche cuz her tits bounce when leche trots around😋😋😋😋

“shit, y’doing so well princess!” rafe praised, shamelessly ogling you underneath the concealing lens of his sunglasses. his hidden bright blue eyes selfishly drank in the way the swell of your pushed-up tits bounced with each trot of your horse, leche, as you sat prettily.

with a cheesy smile, you brought your pretty white horse to a halt as your bright dolly eyes beamed at rafe, completely oblivious to the fact that you were the one using the horse, when he was the one who insisted that you give him a riding lesson. little did your naive little mind know that he was sizing you up the entire time, his perverted psyche imagining the way you’d bounce on his eager cock, instead.

cocking your head to the side in confusion, you batted your perfectly curled lashes, “don’t y’wanna try riding her, rafe?” you questioned sweetly, your cheeks burning with blushing embarrassment as rafe lifted his sunglasses.

with a wave of his hand and a shake of his head, rafe declined, “ah, maybe next time, pretty girl — y’go ahead and keep ridin’ her,” he rasped, his eyes shamelessly falling on the way the plush fat of your ass strained against the thin and see-through fabric of your skintight leggings.

being the compliant princess you were, you nodded, “m’kay, i won’t be long!” you called out, gently beckoning leche to trot just a bit faster as you rubbed the side of her head, completely missing the way rafe stared at your hardened nipples.

securely placing his sunglasses to hide his wandering eyes, race took in the sway your exposed skin glisten with a thin film of sweat, his hand adjusting his tented erection as your perky tits and jiggly ass rippled with each bounce. it took everything in him not to fuck you against the tree, so he settled for the small taste of delicious friction he’d gotten from adjusting himself.

he was such a fucking perv and he knew it. so, until rafe could figure out a perfect way to get you under him, he figured that putting himself in your world would do just the trick, even if you were too pathetically naive to see it.

[kenzirr]

Warnings:

* Explicit language

* Non-consensual undertones (Rafe's intentions towards an unaware Y/N)

Rafe Cameron and his friends lounged at the country club, the sun beating down on them as they relaxed by the pool. Drinks flowed freely, and the air was filled with laughter and idle chatter. The opulence of the country club contrasted sharply with the rougher, more down-to-earth vibe of the Outer Banks' pogues.

Rafe sprawled in his chair, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, but his mind wasn't on the luxurious surroundings. Instead, he was fixated on Y/N. He'd noticed her around town, always hanging out with her pogue friends. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him want to get close to her.

"Man, you seen that pogue girl, Y/N?" Rafe said suddenly, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Kelce, lounging next to him, glanced over with a curious look. "Y/N? The one who's always with those other pogues? What about her?"

Rafe leaned back, his grin widening.

"She's hot as hell. I can't wait to get my hands on her."

Topper smirked, taking a swig of his beer. "You gonna teach her a lesson or what?"

Rafe chuckled darkly. "Yeah, something like that. There's a party on the beach next week. I'm gonna make my move then. Catch her off guard, get her alone. She'll be begging for it by the end of the night."

Kelce laughed, shaking his head.

"You're a piece of work, man."

Rafe shrugged, unbothered. "Hey, а little fun never hurt anyone. She'll like it."

The night of the beach party, the shore was alive with music, lights, and the sounds of people enjoying the summer night. The bonfire crackled, casting a warm glow over the crowd.

Y/N was there with her friends, laughing and having a good time, completely unaware of Rafe's intentions.

Rafe watched her from a distance, eyes following her every move. He could see the way she seemed almost out of place among the rowdier partygoers. It made him want her even more.

Finally, he saw his chance as Y/N wandered away from her group, heading towards the quieter side of the beach. He downed another drink, feeling the familiar buzz of alcohol fueling his confidence, and made his move.

"Hey, Y/N!" Rafe called out, jogging to catch up with her.

Y/N turned, surprised. "Oh, hey, Rafe.

Didn't expect to see you here."

Rafe flashed a charming smile. "Yeah, figured l'd check it out. You having fun?"

She nodded, a shy smile on her lips.

"Yeah, it's been great. You?"

Rafe leaned in, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, it's alright. You know, you look fucking amazing tonight."

Y/N blushed, looking down. "Thanks, Rafe."

He stepped closer, invading her personal space. "Why don't we go somewhere quieter? Talk a bit."

Y/N hesitated, but Rafe's intense gaze and smile convinced her. "Okay, sure."

He led her to the back of his car, opening the door and gesturing for her to sit. Y/N, still oblivious to his true intentions, complied. Rafe slid in next to her, closing the door behind them.

"So, YIN," he said, his voice low and husky. "You ever been with a guy like me before?"

She shook her head, her naivety clear.

"No, Rafe, I haven't."

Rafe smirked, leaning in closer. "Guess it's time you learned, then." He pressed his lips against hers, his hands roaming over her body. Y/N gasped, surprised by the intensity.

"Rafe, I-" she started, but he silenced her with another kiss, more demanding this time.

"Just relax," he murmured against her lips. "You're gonna like this."

His hands slid under her shirt, tracing her skin. Y/N shivered at his touch, her breath hitching. Rafe's kisses grew more urgent, his tongue exploring her mouth with fervor. He pulled her closer, one hand gripping her waist while the other tangled in her hair.

Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her initial hesitation melting away as Rafe's touch ignited a fire within her. She clung to him, responding to his kisses with growing passion.

"Fuck, you taste good," Rafe muttered against her lips, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N's hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

Rafe groaned, his grip on her tightening. He pushed her back against the seat, his body pressing against hers.

"Rafe," she whispered, her voice breathless.

He silenced her with another deep kiss, his hands moving to unbutton her shorts. "Just let me take care of you," he murmured.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. She surrendered to the moment, letting Rafe take control as their intimate session intensified. The beach party continued in the background, but for Rafe and Y/N, the world had narrowed down to the back of that car.

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 17

Rafe softly grinned like a little kid as he watched the love of his life walk up the stairs that night. He made his way to his room, which was on the complete opposite side of Jessie's, unbeknownst to her. The master suite was actually hidden behind one of the "pantries" on the far side of the kitchen. After all, this house did belong to Ward Cameron, who would have every reason to hide where he sleeps.

Rafe pushed the door open to the pantry that housed all the kitchen appliances, bypassed them to go straight for the shelf behind it. With a gentle nudge of one of the shelves upward he was able to unlock the secret door and push it open, revealing a lavish bedroom with a king sized bed, his and hers chairs at the end of it, and of course a massive flat screen tv overlooking it all. No windows of course, again, because it was hidden. Rafe didn't mind, but he did worry about Jessie being alone on the other end of the house not knowing where Rafe was. He had to shrug it off, after all, he had security.

Rafe fell into the soft bed wrapped in an all black feather down duvet. The day he had at first felt like a nightmare, but it eventually turned into a dream. More than that, a dream that he had dreamed of for four years. His love had finally returned, giving him a brand new reason to live again. Despite the last four years being filled with prestigious meetings, endless money, and proud father son moments, Rafe still never felt the same freedom that he did when he was with Jessie. Now he had a shot at that again, and he wasn't going to waste it.

The truth is, Rafe knew from a very early age that he was never meant for the life Ward handed him. He didn't like it. He felt trapped. He was trapped.

As Rafe laid in bed that night his mind wondered and he reminisced about him and Jessie.

***

It was the morning after Jessie was attacked by her worthless father. Jessie woke up wrapped in Rafe's arms in his bed. She was awoken by the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Shit. Normally she's gone long before the sun comes up, that way nobody knows she's been there.

Jess immediately shot up frantically, hurting herself in the process. Oh yeah, she was still very bruised. She winced in pain and grabbed her side. Rafe stirred at the sudden movement and snaked his arm once again around Jessie and groaned. He opened his eyes to see her sitting up, he matched her movements.

"What're you doing?" Rafe stuttered through a groggy voice as he put his arms around Jessie and buried his face in her neck, still clearly waking up. He also seemed to whine like a toddler.

"The sun is up and I'm not gone." Jessie hissed. "I should've snuck out of here before the sun came up like normal and now your dad is going to see me and-"

Rafe shut Jessie up by grabbing her jaw gently and kissing her passionately. It hurt Jessie a little bit but she didn't dare to complain. She grabbed the hand that was on her jaw and held it ever so slightly and deepened the kiss. As much as Jessie didnt want to, she finally broke away, leaving Rafe clearly annoyed.

"Your dad is going to see me." She said plainly as she threw the cover off of her to stand up.

"I don't care anymore, Jess. I'll deal with him. I'm not afraid of him anymore." Rafe simply stated as if it was a well known fact. Jessie stopped in the middle of looking for her clothes to turn back to Rafe. She had never heard him speak like that before. Even during nights like midsummers, Rafe still showed a reverence for Ward. This time the tone in his words just felt different, like a switch had flipped last night. Jessie didn't know if she liked it or not.

"You're serious?" Jessie asked looking at Rafe with furrowed brows.

"Yes, Jessie. I'm not afraid of any person that comes between me and you." Rafe assured her.

Jessie walked back over to the bed and leaned over it. "Well thank you." She said as she kissed him.

"You're welcome, baby." Rafe replied as he kissed her back. This time he was bound and determined to not break their kiss. He grabbed Jessie by her waist and pulled her back in the bed and on his lap. Jessie knew where this was going. She really wanted to say no but she just couldn't.

- - -

Once Rafe and Jessie finally decided to get out of bed and get ready for the day, Rafe led Jessie down their stairs and to the kitchen to make them something for breakfast. Rose was sitting at the counter reading something on her laptop as she sipped a cup of coffee. She simply eyed them both up and down and looked at Rafe in disbelief. The set of balls on him were impressive to come strutting through his father's house with his forbidden love.

"Your father is not going to be happy about this." Was all Rose could think to say in a very matter of fact tone.

"I don't care." Was all Rafe could respond with, not even glancing at Rose as he opened up the fridge. He got a few things out to make bacon, eggs, and what Jessie assumed were going to be pancakes.

"Oh, I forgot my phone upstairs. I'm going to go grab it." Jessie said as she walked out of the kitchen and down the long hallway.

Once she made it out of eye and ear shot of Rafe, she was met with long arms draped around her shoulders and a hand covering her mouth. She was then maneuvered around to face the mystery man and pushed up against the wall in the hallway clearly against her will. Ward's hand never left Jessie's mouth as he signaled for her to be quiet. Jessie couldn't help but fight back quietly as she squirmed and tried prying his fingers away from her mouth one by one, to no avail. It physically hurt her so much to fight, yet she never wavered.

Jessie wasn't scared, this was Jessie Maybank they were talking about, she was mainly irritated.

"If you want what's best for Rafe you have got to listen to me." Ward pleaded as he slowly took his hand from her mouth.

"You don't know what's best for Rafe." Jessie hissed back with disgust written all over her face.

"And what do you think is best for Rafe? Living the rest of his life with a dirty pogue like you? Sweetheart, he has so much more going for him than you realize. "

The nickname made her skin crawl.

"One thing he doesn't have with you is happiness. You have to know that-"

"But one day he will, if he just gives it time I will-"

That was all Ward could say before he was met with similar long arms around his neck. Ward could feel his breath slipping away as the arms, undeniably Rafe's, strangled him and pushed him against the wall. Jessie quickly moved out of the way, quick to catch her breath, slow her breathing, and hold onto her bruised ribs out of writhing pain.

Rafe held Ward against the wall and swiftly rotated him to face him, once again slamming Ward against the wall. Rafe was filled with so much anger he made it look easy. Rafe still hadn't blown off enough steam from last night so he was ready and looking for anyone to try something.

"You don't ever touch her again." Rafe mumbled, surprisingly calm and collected. His stare was distant despite looking his father right in the eyes. Ward and Jessie both noticed a shift in Rafe's demeanor. He used to fly into fits of rage, now his anger seemed more calculated, more subdued, and most certainly more intimidating. The idea of not knowing when Rafe could truly snap was one that kept Ward sunken into the wall behind him. He now couldn't help but take Rafe seriously.

Rafe moved one hand from Ward's shoulder to Ward's neck and slowly began to obstruct his air flow. Rafe came closer to Ward, breathing heavily but still seeming totally in control.

"If you touch her, if you speak to her, if you look her way, if you're in the same room as her, if you say anything about her, if you even think about her..." Rafe whispered, each phrase tightening his grip around Ward's neck and leaning in closer. "I'll know... and I will kill you. With no hesitation."

Ward could see that Rafe's diamond eyes had now turned to a storm blue. Truly terrified of what Rafe could have done in that moment, he simply nodded, clearly not being able to speak for the lack of oxygen. Rafe never let go of his death grip, not until he rendered his father unconscious, causing him to fall to the ground.

Jessie couldn't believe what she had just seen. Of course she wanted Rafe to rescue her, but never like this. His defense never came with such reckless abandon and clear disregard for life. Jessie was convinced Rafe was about to kill his father right there in that hallway.

Without a word, Rafe took Jessie's hand and led her out of the house, whisking her away on his motorcycle. Jessie didn't know where they were going, she didn't really care. She trusted Rafe, right? Of course she did, why would she doubt him now? After all, he loves her, he's proved that plenty of times.

Rafe eventually pulled up to Jessie's house. The screen door still in the yard from last night. Luke, however, was not.

"Stay here." Rafe demanded as he got off his bike.

Rafe walked into the house without a care in the world clearly on a mission. He swept the house to make sure nobody was there. Rafe went back outside banging the doors and stomping around the old wooden floors in the process.

"That old bastard knew what was good for him." Rafe commented as he leaned on the bike to be eye level with Jessie. He honestly was irritated at the fact that Luke wasn't there for him to pummel. But his serious face suddenly turned into a smile, a smile that was meant only for his Jessie.

"What're you thinking about?" Jessie returned his sheepish smile with a smirk. She could tell he was thinking. Suddenly she wasn't concerned anymore.

"You feel like getting out of here?"

***

To this day, Rafe never regretted his actions that day, the only thing he regretted in their relationship was being the reason Jessie had to leave. He went to sleep that night with memories dancing in his head.

[yoursooogolden]

“Devil roll the dice.”/“Angels roll their eyes.”

~ in which Rafe Cameron can’t get the pogue-loving kook princess from next door out of his head, or in which Evelyn Mae Conrad, kook princess, and honorary Pogue, can’t stop thinking about Pogue hating Kook king Rafe Cameron.

Sneak Peek of Cruel Summer

Sleepovers at Sarah Cameron’s house had been a weekly tradition since Evelyn and Sara could walk. They had been best friends since day one, and their bond grew stronger with age. This particular sleepover, however, was not what Evelyn had in mind. The sticky humid air and the thought of the sunken Grady White had turned her into a restless mess. Sleep evaded her every attempt, leading her to the downstairs kitchen holding a small glass full of ice-cold water perched on top of the marble countertop by the sink.

The polished marble was fridged against her bare thighs, helping her cool down, but her thoughts lingered on the Grady White, the cash, and the gun JJ and John B had found. She remembered spotting the Grady White when she attempted to surf the surge with John B and Pope, and the thought of the boat now underwater made her stomach twist into knots. Someone had died that night, someone on the island. Someone she had potentially known, Kook or Pogue.

“What are you doing up?”

Evelyn jumped from the counter with a small yelp. Rafe Cameron stood on the other side of the kitchen, almost hidden in complete darkness. Evelyn set her glass down, the ice clinking around in her glass. She was supposed to be the only one up at this hour.

“I couldn’t sleep,” She whispered.

Rafe moved from his spot in the darkness across the kitchen and retrieved a cup from the kitchen cabinet. He stalked towards her place by the sink and placed his cup under the faucet.

“Me either”

He was too close for her liking and decided to trot down into the kitchen shirtless. Evelyn kept her eyes on her fingers, twiddling them to distract her from the heat that suddenly returned to her body. Rafe Cameron was forbidden fruit. Sarah would kill her for thinking of her brother like that, he was the pogue’s worst enemy, and she wasn’t too thrilled about his track record with the other girls around the island. She couldn’t take a bite no matter how tempting she was; he would be her damnation.

Rafe moved from the sink and leaned against the counter across from her, looking at her over the rim of his glass. She was scorching now, suddenly her loose tank top and shorts clung to her body uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry about your mom” Rafe said, setting his glass down.

“Yeah, well, you know how she is. She just wants the perfect pristine daughter,” Evelyn said, scoffing, suddenly relaxed.

“I heard her yelling at you yesterday.”

"Yeah, she tends to do that," Evelyn whispered.

"Yeah, my dad does that too sometimes" Rafe said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Evelyn's eyes shot to his flexed bicep, his lean torso, and back down to her feet. His muscle's rippled across his torso and chest when he dropped his arm. Rafe stepped towards her, and Evelyn went ridged where she stood, her breath leaving her lungs.

"Look, Evie, if you ever need anyone to talk to..."

Evelyn's mind was blank; all she could do was stare into his piercing blue eyes. She could feel his body heat radiating off his skin and see a thin sheen of sweat across his chest. His fingertips grazed her hand, and a deep crimson blush crept up her cheeks. Her body pulsed, her heart hammering in her chest. There was silence and the thundering of their hearts pounding against their ribcages. His breath fanned her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, possibly trying to get a taste of him too.

Rafe's eyes dropped to her heart-shaped mouth and then to her deep viridian eyes. His fingers felt rough against her own as he caressed her hand, pulling her hand into his own. Her body called to his, her back arching ever so slightly in hopes of getting closer to his warmth, summer heat be damned.

"Evie," Rafe leaned closer to her, her name falling off his lips in a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered shut, embracing her damnation. Welcoming it. His nose grazed against hers in a soft caress. His lips nearly touched hers. Evelyn was on fire, her body going up in flames, and then she was cold. Her eyes shot open to see Rafe leaning against the counter across from her gripping the marble behind him, his knuckles white and his jaw clenched. Evelyn took a step towards him, searching for his warmth.

"Evie?"

Evelyn's eyes shot across the kitchen where Sarah Cameron stood, her hair disheveled and her eyes tired.

"Come on, come back to bed," she whined, pouting.

Evelyn tore her eyes away from the eldest Cameron, his enchantment now wearing off, and approached her friend's outstretched hand that pulled her up the stairs and back into the girl's childhood bedroom. Rafe Cameron's piercing blue eyes followed her as she left, his hand clenched in a fist at his side.

~ ~ ~

Alright lovelies! That is a sneak peek of my new rafe Cameron Fic! It will be posted on Wattpad and here! Updates will be every Sunday by 12:00AM!

There will be two to three chapters per episode and we are starting from season one! The first chapter (potentially two chapters) will be posted this Sunday! I’m very excited! Let me know what you guys think! <3

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 17: Marking

Mentions of burning, cutting, scratching, biting, hitting

"So, what's your love language?" Sarah asks from across the table.

Barry and Rafe bore many signs of claiming, some more subtle than others.

It all started at some random dive bar on a neighboring island they were invited to for a birthday get together for one of the older man's coworkers. They ate greasy food and chatted idly, Barry's arm around Rafe's shoulders and when he shivered a little, the dealer was shrugging off his sweater and handing it over.

Something in the way Barry looked at Rafe changed but neither of them knew it would be a thing in their growing relationship.

Not until they were getting into the shower the next morning after and the aftermath of rough sex is all over Rafe's lean body. Whatever mental damn Barry had when it came to intimacy—always trying to be relatively gentle but never vulnerable—came crumbling down when they tumbled into the unmade bed.

Rafe had caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror while undressing, even turned to observe the marks better. The kooks ass was mottled with bruises, both from the impact of Barry's heavy hand and from his talented mouth. Fingerprints littered sharp hip bones and the faint imprint of teeth were visible on his shoulder.

By the time Rafe collected himself enough to join his man in the shower arousal was already swimming in him, but when he seen what he did to Barry, that set him over the edge.

Long, angry red scratches covered Barry's broad back, tan skin raised and stinging as water drains pink.

What happens next isn't soft or cautious, but it does leave both of them with new blemishes.

That transcended into Barry putting his joints out on Rafe's skin, tiny red spots blistering. Then Rafe digs his claws into the older man's ribcage while an orgasm rips through him and the tiny crescents bleed, and when he sees the beads of red it gives a high no drugs can compete with.

Sometimes when the boy wants attention while Barry is busy talking with people about whatever dumb basketball game is playing on the bars TV, Rafe will wander off and wait for someone to inevitably flirt with him. All Rafe will do is stand there and let whoever talk to themselves, completely uninterested and not engaging but also not telling them to fuck off like he usually would.

And it always works. Once five minutes have gone by without sight of pastel shorts and bright blue eyes, Barry is off his bar stool and hunting the kook down, weaving through hordes of people cheering on their team.

Barry will drag Rafe out by the arm before security can toss the older man for starting a fist fight, scold him for running off before opening the passenger side door for him. At home the boy will take Barry's fingers into his mouth and suck the sticky blood off, still dripping from split knuckles.

Then one day Ward clapped Barry on the shoulder and called him son and panic set in.

The love Rafe and Barry shared was all consuming and overpowered every other feeling, including doubt—which is how the drug dealer ended up running head-on into his first relationship. But it's like that one word snapped the older man out of it and suddenly he wasn't sure, solidified when his perfect boy waltzed in with a grin, tall and well dressed and way too damn good for someone like Barry.

Barry wasn't sure what the fuck he needed to hear; reassurance they wouldn't end or that they would, and he shouldn't get his hopes up but the thoughts haunted him for the rest of the evening, following from Tanneyhill all the way home on the cut.

After Barry jogs around the truck to open the door for Rafe, the boy flashes a shark -like grin and flips open a switch blade previously hidden in the glove compartment.

"Found this when I went up to my old room," the boy explained. "Maybe tonight you can carve your—"

"Maybe we shouldn't," Barry had rushed out. Rafe's eyes grew wide and he drowned in them, swallowing nervously as he tried to find the right words to stop the mess he's started.

After a minute, Rafe asked, "What do you mean maybe we shouldn't? Shouldn't what?"

"Maybe we should slow down just in case we don't, y'know...in case we don't work out." The words taste like acid in his mouth, vomited out quietly.

"Excuse me?" Rafe replied, voice hard.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Barry went on to say, "I don't want you to regret bearing so many physical reminders of me if I'm, like, your ex. Alright?" And while that's true, a big part of it was that Barry didn't want to look in the mirror and be reminded of he once had and lost.

Rafe had shut that shit down so fast it made the dealer's head spin.

One minute Barry was on the verge of sobbing for the first time in a long time and the next he was sitting in the backseat of the beat-up truck getting his cock ridden so hard he was seeing stars, blade of the sharp knife pressed to his throat.

"You can't leave me," Rafe started with a threatening tone, bouncing in his man's lap. "I won't let you."

The statement got Rafe's back slammed down on the worn seats to receive the fucking of a lifetime in the cramped cab, his own knife now wielded by the man of his dreams as the threat was recited back, just as genuine.

"Uh, hello, Earth to Rafe," calls Sarah, reaching across the table to snap in her brother's face. "I asked you a question."

Rafe slowly blinks a couple times and remembers where he is, ducking his head with a fake cough to hide his flushed face.

The conversation the two had been having comes back to him: Sarah wanting to connect better with John B. by taking a magazines advice to learn eachothers love language, going over the list while the siblings sipped iced coffee.

So, what's your love language?

Nimble fingers slip over his inner thigh, where Barry's initial is carved, able to feel the deep scar through the thin material of his swim shorts.

Rafe answers easily, "Physical touch."

[mackenzielovee]

okay that was perfect. i was laying in bed with my mouth open at the audacity of sarah. y/n closed the door, which was clearly saying don't come in, wait for rafe. she came in and got the kids all excited. calling y/n barbie? what even is her problem? she's always had a problem with y/n even though she's hidden it for years after john b broke up with her. i don't understand sarah's motives. it makes you think. i find it so interesting that y/n was on sarah's side but then sarah ruined it by saying that bit about y/n at the lunch. wouldn't she want y/n on her side? so that she could get money from rafe through y/n? not that I think that y/n would, I think she would draw the line there but still. i would think that sarah would want y/n as a confidant.i honestly hope that the kids just forget about sarah as they get older so that memories of her won't cause them any pain. especially connor, I feel like he was closer to sarah than josie. I'm interested to see if sarah tries to come back. i feel like y/n and rafe will sit the kids down and explain to them that sarah isn't coming back because she isn't a good person and if they see her they should stay away. there was a person like that in my parent's life before I came along but they sat my older brother down and told him that she isn't a good person and if he sees her come find one of them, don't talk to her. I've never met her but because I look so much like my parents they show me pictures of her so that if I ever see her I stay away because they think she would recognize me as their daughter.

i feel like y/n and rafe need to sit down together, without having to worry about the kids and just talk about the situation, y/n air's out all of her feelings, and rafe his. rafe explains what exactly sarah did and they decide how to move forward as a family. while I think they are scratching the surface about moving past the situation I think they need to have an extensive conversation to ensure they are on the same page and know each other's feelings.

LOVE this whole analysis, first of all. i completely agree with what you said about sarah, that she should want y/n on her side because, in sarah's mind, y/n is the weaker link. however, sarah is sarah, and she doesn't think anything through (as we've seen over the years).

i also think it's interesting what you've said about them scratching the surface of this issue. i completely agree. sarah has proven time and time again that she can absolutely destroy things with a few words dropped, and i think rafe and y/n have a long way to go in terms of not letting her "step" between them in a lot of ways.

thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts with me. you're so wonderful and amazing and supportive, and i feel so lucky. love you bunches, xoxo

[cameronsprincess]

rafe tearing off your pretty little babydoll dress and seeing the tramp stamp or spine tattoo you usually have hidden and shoves you in the sheets face first so he can leave his cum on it 🤭

actually drooling at this😮‍💨🙏🏼

CW: smut! 18+ only! unprotected piv sex, ass slapping, praise and slight degrading.

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rafe’s hands on your body had you breathing heavily, the way his lips moved against yours has your panties soaked, your pussy throbbing.

his hands slide down your side, gripping your hips and lifting you off your feet. you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you up the spiral staircase and into his bedroom.

“fuck, babydoll, can’t wait to get this fuckin’ dress off you. see all of you.” rafe groans before reattaching his lips to yours.

he fumbles with the doorknob to his room, finally getting it open and entering. he kicks it shut, making his way to his california king bed and tossing you down onto it.

you giggle, situating yourself on your elbows and shamelessly watching as rafe pulls the black t-shirt he wore up and over his head, tossing it to his bedroom floor. he stalks slowly around his bed, reaching you in two steps. his ringed fingers grip your exposed thigh, pulling you toward him.

“stand up, doll, need to get this pretty little dress off you.”

you quickly obey, standing before him and allowing him to rip the thin fabric down the middle, exposing your bare chest and white lace thong.

rafe bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes staring down at your tits. your nipples harden under his intense gaze, chest heaving up and down as you wait on his next move.

he quickly fumbles with his belt buckle, getting it undone and tossing it to the floor as well. he pops the button of his khakis, pulling the zipper down and shoving them down his legs along with his black boxer briefs. your large eyes stare down at his long, thick cock, swallowing thickly.

rafe smirks, engraving the look of fear and lust in your eyes into his mind. “fuck, you look so pretty right now. you like what you see, babydoll? can’t wait to shove my cock into that sweet little cunt.”

your eyes find his, bright blue pools turned dark as he shamelessly eyes your body up and down. he grips your upper arms, effortlessly turning your body so your back is to him and tossing you face first onto his mattress.

“oh fuck.” rafe groans, and your thighs clench.

goosebumps rise on your skin as he softly trails his fingers down the tattoo on your spine.

“this.. holy shit, babydoll. this is fucking sexy.”

you moan into his sheets as he continues to trail his fingers up and down the curve of your back. his fingers make their way down your back, ass and finally stop at your soaked pussy. he slowly runs two fingers through your slick folds, another groan pulled from him when he feels how wet you are for him.

“so wet. is this all for me, babydoll?”

you whimper as two fingers slowly push into your pussy.

“y-yes.”

“fuckin’ thought so.” he says, his voice thick with gravel.

rafe slowly removes his two fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. he moans at the sweet taste of your arousal.

his left hand slaps at your ass, “ass in the air, babydoll.”

you quickly obey, burying your face into the mattress and sticking your ass up into the air for him. his left hand settles on your hip, keeping you in place as his right hand slowly strokes at his hard cock.

you wiggle your ass when he runs his swollen tip through your folds, teasing you. without warning, he shoves himself completely inside you, pulling a loud gasp from you.

“so fuckin’ tight, so wet. goddamn, babydoll.”

rafe’s right hand finds your hips as well, both hands tightly gripping at you as he begins to fuck himself inside you roughly.

his thrusts are brutal, each one causing your sweat slick body to slide on the mattress. he removes one hand from your hip, sliding it up the length of your tattoo, stopping once he reaches the back of your head.

his fingers grip your hair tightly, pushing your face further into the mattress as he continues to roughly fuck you from behind.

“gonna cum all over this sexy ass tattoo, baby. you want that?”

you mumble out a response, but it’s muffled by his cotton sheets. he chuckles darkly, “i’ll take that as a yes.”

rafe stills inside you, pulling himself from inside you before flipping your body, shoving your face into his pillows and climbing onto the bed, situating himself behind you. he gives your ass a hard slap before he slowly slides himself back into your wet pussy.

“so fuckin’ tight, goddamn babydoll. feels so good, you like when i fuck you like a dirty little slut?”

“fu-ck! yes! love so much, r-rafe!” you manage to say.

rafe places one hand back on your hip, the other sliding into your sweaty, tangled hair. he grips your hair tightly, lifting your face up and off the mattress, forcing your neck into an odd angle and forcing your eyes on his.

“such a pretty little slut, aren’t you? takin’ me so good, fuck!”

your pussy clenches around his cock at his praise. rafe slowly pulls himself out of your pussy before slamming forward, pulling a loud cry from your lips.

“that’s what i wanna hear, babydoll.”

your pussy clenches around his thick cock, that familiar warm feeling spreading between your thighs. your body feels like it’s on fire as your inner walls continue to squeeze his dick.

“fuck, cum on my cock baby!” rafe demands.

your legs begin to shake, a cry of rafe’s name coming from you as you come undone around him, soaking his cock.

“ffffffuck, that’s it! such a good fuckin’ girl.” rafe praises as he picks up the speed of his thrusts.

you feel his cock swelling inside you, the sound of skin slapping skin and rafe’s groans fill the large bedroom. “‘m gonna cum, fuck!” rafe groans before his dick twitches inside you. he quickly pulls out, moaning your name as he strokes his dick, his hot cum spurting from the tip and coating your back.

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[twinkleimagines]

*Let me please you *

You’re a virgin and Rafe wants to show you what it feels to have an orgasm without taking your virginity.

Warning ⚠️ smut and language

Not proofread

Rafe had always admired you. You guys were the same age, same schools but completely different clicks. your parents were rich yes, but you didn’t act anything like a kook. You were quiet, shy. Never once put a single bit of make up on.

You had a natural beauty that radiated off of you for miles. which was what first caught his eye. Rafe being the kook king though , so popular in the crowds, he never really gave you the time of day. yanno, reputation and all- not that you were seeking it out anyways.

You were definitely one of the girls that were considered nerdy. you spent most your time with your nose in your book or at home. you didn’t go to parties, you didn’t wear make up, you didn’t have a boyfriend and you really didn’t have friends. 

Believe it or not though Rafe had definitely noticed you multiple times throughout the years. You were one of those girls that when he looked at you, you just looked so innocent and pure which if we’re being honest that’s exactly what you were and something about that just had him hooked to you. You were always so distracted that you never even realized the Kook king Admiring you from afar.

But now it’s the summer after your senior year and Rafe himself couldn’t stay away from you. It all started one morning when you both ran into each other at a coffee shop where you accidentally spilled your drink on him.

And honestly if it were anyone else he would’ve flipped his shit, probably cuss you out and make a big scene but when he looked down to see you, you’re innocent big (y/c/e) eyes and your loose curls tucked behind your ear as you frantically apologized for ruining his shirt, something in him switched and all He wanted to do was just hug you and protect you from the world.

Which He had done that ever since. He spent a little while talking to you at the coffee shop and managed to get you outside of your comfort zone, only a few months later becoming official in a relationship. 

So now we are here today. At this point you and Rafe have been together almost 6 months now. You knew what type of guy he was but the way he was with you was like a whole different side of him and you had honestly fell in love with him. nobody realize how infatuated he really was with artistic stuff like you and how intelligent he really was when it came to business. It was always hidden behind his partying Ways and fighting that nobody really paid attention to him like you did.

 you laid with your back propped up against Rafes headboard with a book in your lap as you silently read through the pages when Rafe walked in, his eyes landing on you.

“What are you reading ?” he asked. you sighed before lifting the book up slightly so he could read the back not breaking your trance from the page. 

“Oh” he responded quietly before placing himself next to you in the bed. He sighed heavily as you felt his fingertips trail up your thigh, gently running up and down as he watched you intensely as your eyes scanned the words across each page. 

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke out grabbing your attention. You glanced at him through the corner of your eye before going back to your book replying with a soft ‘thank you’. Hey grinned before placing his lips against your arm that he once had his head laying on. you furrowed your eyebrows together as you tried to continue focusing on the story in you book, only having to go back over the same paragraph because you didn't pay attention the first time.

  you sat for a second trying to continue reading your book but at this point it was no use because of his actions and how much they were distracting you. You finally caved in and put your book down on the nightstand before turning to the side facing him, giving him a sly smile. He smiled at the invitation before he sat up and placed his lips against yours. they were soft and plum, the taste of peanuts from his snack earlier still lingering on his tongue. Your moaned softly against his lips as he pulled you closer to him by your hips. you felt his hand rolling closer to an area thats never been touched by him (or anyone) so you jumped slightly before pulling your lips away from his.

“im sorry” he quickly spoke out, pulling his hand away. “you okay?”

 Rafe knew that you were a virgin.  it was one of the things that he loved about you. It wasn’t a goal of his to take your virginity or anything but he did love the idea that he was going to get to be the one to show you all the pleasures and be your first with everything. He loved knowing how innocent and pure you were and it gave him all the more reason to be protective over you. 

“Yeah I’m okay” you responded pushing some of your hair behind your ear. 

He sat for a second looking at you. Even though his eyes were staring into yours, you could tell he was deep in thought.

“ I have an idea, if you’re up for it” he finally spoke out breaking the silence. you felt your heart flutter as you heard the words fall from his lips. your mind quickly began racing, thinking of all the possible things he would want to try at this moment, 

  you knew at one point in time Rafe would want to take things further. He defiantly had his fair share in women, and you were surprised he had lasted this long without trying to go further than just make out sessions with you. but by now you had fantasized on what it would be like to go further  with him as well. 

“ I know you want to save and wait on your virginity” he responded breaking your train of thought. “ but what if there’s other ways I can make you still feel good without going to that level?” he offered, his voice soft and gentle.

You bit your bottom lip with nervousness as his large but soft hand caressed your thigh, rubbing back and forth with comfort. The only thing you guys have ever done this whole time was kiss and grope each other. You’ve never even experience and orgasm. Not even by yourself. You sat and hesitated for a second, questioning yourself if you were ready to take things further.  you were almost 20 at this point and you were very happy with the Rafe, so much that you didn’t even see the possibility of you guys not being together. 

you finally nodded giving him approval. he smiled widely at you, satisfaction radiating through him knowing that he was finally going to be able to please you in some way . 

“What are you going to do?” you asked, your palms getting sweaty from nerves.  He shook his head before placing his hand on the side of your face, rubbing gently circles with his thumb.

“ I just want you to relax princess.”

Rafe placed his lips back against yours before hovering over you, causing you to lean back, your head landing on his pillow. .

he placed one of his legs in-between yours, Your eyes widening as you felt his knee press against you applying pressure. you moved your hips slightly, feeling your body crave for that feeling again.  You gasped slightly as you realized he had done it on purpose when his knee continued moving back-and-forth against you. Your mouth stood wide open as your eyes close feeling the movement from Rafe.

“does that feel good baby?” he questioned staring down at you as if if he was a painter and  you were his own painting.

You bit your lip before nodding slightly opening your eyes to make contact with his.

‘Here come here’ he said before removing himself from above you, propping himself up against the headboard. “Sit on my lap” he instructed. you hesitated for a second before obliging. He tugged on your pajama shorts pulling them against your heated core before pulling you up against his crotch by your hips. 

‘Just do like this princess” he insisted as he applied pressure against your bottom with his hand pulling you forward towards him. You grinded youirself against him until your hips were touching his before he pushed back against on you, making you slide back down. he watched your face for any type of expression before repeating the movements once again pulling you forward towards him. 

You felt uncomfortable at first, not so much that you weren’t enjoying it but just because you had never done anything like this before and you weren’t sure if you were making a fool of yourself or not. But the feeling you were getting felt so good that you didn’t want to stop regardless of how you looked so you continue moving your hips against him. At first your movements were slow- your hips grinding against his very prominent Boner in between your legs as you slid up and down it. 

 you mumbled a few ‘fuck’s and ‘God!’ out , as well as Rafe’s name as your thighs slightly trembling around him.. Rafe  Pulled your hair away from your face so he could watch you. your eyes squinted shut as your mouth gaped open, moans slipping out. It felt good to him as well even though he wasn't inside you, but just watching you unfold on top of him beat any orgasm he’s ever had. 

“feels good doesn’t it princess?” he groaned out as your movements against him began to speed up. 

“ yes Rafe” you moan out loudly. even though you took Rafe by surprise at your outburst, he almost came undone right then and there. He had never seen this side of you and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

“ it feels so good”  you breathed out, your arms placed over his shoulders as your hands tugged on his hair.  your hips were moving faster faster before soon started to feel this tingly feeling and the bottom of your stomach. it was definitely an unfamiliar feeling but it felt so amazing and it gave you a feeling of you needed to keep going as your climax was building up.

Rafe could tell you were getting close as your moans became uncontrollably consistent, and your body rocking against his became fast and rough, which Rafe was to just as close just by the feeling of you dry humping him and the sight of you. 

“Oh my God I think I’m cumming!” you cried out as you felt your clit throbbing. this unexplainable feeling rushed through your lower abdomen causing your hips to jolt forward a few times as you rode out your high. your hips finally came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath.  you laid your forehead against rafes before chuckling slightly, almost lost for words as to what you had just done.

“ Wow” was all you could say causing Rafe to laugh loudly while nodding.

“ I know princess, you're amazing” he praised. you shifted slightly against him before looking up in confusion as you still felt a hard Boner pressed against you. 

“wait, did you finish?” you asked.

Rafe shook his head no and you sat for a second with confusion. After the way he had just made you feel, you wanted to repay him by getting him off as well, but with you being so unexperienced you honestly had no clue what to do for him. 

“well what can I do?” you finally asked, pushing your curls behind your ear once again, another little thing you did that turned him on.

“You don’t have to do anything princess I was doing this for you” he said shaking his head. “ I wanted you to feel good.” you grinned shyly lowering your hand as you thought back to a few moments ago when you practically dry humped your boyfriend to an orgasm.

“Well I did feel good and I want to repay you, if you’ll let me” you offered with pleading eyes.

He sat for a second, this time him being the one to think it through. of course he wanted you to do stuff to him, but he didn't want to make you feel pressured. the thought of you wanting to please him willingly made his dick jump in his jeans. he finally looked you in the eyes, a nod following shortly after. 

“only if you want to princess” he responded. he waited patiently for you to assure him that you really wanted to do this before he pulled his long hard member out of his pants.

Throughout the 6 months that you have been together, this was the first time you had actually seen it. Not that Rafe was hiding himself, but he just felt it was best for when you were actually ready. you have felt it of course but seeing that now, you were flabbergasted.

“You’re huge rafe” you blurted out with your eyes wide. He laughed at your cuteness from the outburst that had caused your cheeks to turn cherry red. “Come here” he spoke softly, his hand grabbing ahold of yours.

“ I’ll show you what you can do” he said before placing your hand around his member,  his hand helping guide yours along his cock

“. Does it feel good?” you asked, your eyes focused very intensely on his expressions, needing clarification since you hadn't a clue what to do.  Rafe nodded while leaning his head back some, his eyes lowering.

“ yes princess” he said, his voice soft and comforting. He’s had plenty of hand jobs before, but it was different when it was yours. He  just had so much love for you at this point. You were the first girl he had ever spent time with and was in a relationship with that didn't include sex, which made you bond even more. The love he had for you was like no other, and so was the feeling of your hand around him right now. 

You bit your lip as you continued to pump your hand around him, squeezing slightly and twisting your hands in circles. Even though you had never watched porn or you had never personally done any of this yourself, you had read a lot of books that would sometimes go in detail into their sex scenes. You tried basing it off of what you had read, and by reading Rafe’s face, it was clear he was enjoying it.

You ran your thumb over his tip causing him to twitching your hands leaving a smirk on your face as you watched his breath hitch in the back of his throat>

“You’re doing so good princess” he praised. you sat for a second as you hesitated your next move before finally just lowering your head, wrapping your lips around him.  at this point Rafe was in complete shock seeing you build the confidence to please him the way you were. You were doing so good even though you had no prior experience.

“ princess your mouth feels so good” he groaned out, his voice deep and low. Your moaned slightly as you felt his fingers run through your hair pushing down slightly.

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous before but now that you were actually doing it and watching how much you were pleasing Rafe turned you on more than you have ever been in your entire life and you didn’t want to stop.  you continue bobbing your head up and down, your hand following in the same motion as Rafe continued to moan and praise you for your actions.

"baby I’m gonna to cum”  he breathe out his hips slightly bucking up into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, your throat clenching aorund him.

“Fuck baby girl” he groaned out as his member started to twitch. you could feel him tugging on your hair trying to pull your head up but with all the confidence you had and the adrenaline, you kept your head lowered down on him. your lips were almost touching his pelvic bone, his tip deep in the back of your throat. you held your breath as you tried not to gag but the clenching from your throat immediately set Rafe’s orgasm off, his warm load shooting down the back of your throat. your eyes widened for a second as you tasted a thick warm salty substance fill in your mouth. Rafe bucked his hips in your mouth a few more times before his hips came to a complete stop. You lifted your head up slowly ,  your mind racing about what you had just done as Rafe watched you, making sure you were okay with what had just happened.

 his member immediately got hard again when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, slowly wiping the side of your mouth off from the saliva that was placed on the side of your lips.

“ God princess you’re just so perfect.” Rafe said. He stared at you and thought about all the other things he wanted to do to you. he wanted to taste you and feel himself inside you but it was much more satisfying to him knowing that you willingly wanted to do these things with him and he that didn’t force you to do anything. Knowing that you waited all these years and he got to be the one to finally let you experience it was the biggest flex he had on himself. It brought a warm feeling in his heart. 

“Did you like it?” he asked after he cleaned himself off placing his member back in his pants. You nodded before looking down with a shy smile as your cheeks turning cherry red.

“ I did I really did” you responded before laying yourself down next to him, placing your head on his chest.

“ maybe we can even do some more later tonight”  you offered causing a big grin to form across his face.

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Maybe part 2???

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[thecameronchronicles]

The Debt~Part Two

Part Two

TW: Violence and vulgarity. Sexual Themes. Degrading conversations and themes of domestic violence. I do not own any of the characters but ask that you do not publish this fanfiction without my permission on any other platform. Please and thank you. 

SUMMARY: It has been seven days since you became engaged to Rafe as you find yourself reminiscing how this all came to be...

Words: 2200

The Debt: Part Two

It has been a week since the Cameron name became an echoed promise you made before the eyes of society as the trophy of ‘bagging’ Outer Banks’s most eligible bachelor wore heavy on your left hand. What should have been a beautiful princess cut diamond weighing in at three carats wore more as a set of shackles to your circumstances. Those very circumstances brought you to yet another dinner as you searched for any form of a distraction all while Ward and your mother acted in their expected roles of acquaintances, discussing details of the wedding. 

The fading conversation of color schemes and honeymoon destinations set your mind on standby as your eyes came to rest in the petite collection of flowers set in the crux of the table, bringing you to question how this could be reality...

One Month Earlier

“I don’t know...”

“Come on! It’s Rafe Cameron!” Your best friend since third grade endorsed any small fraction of excitement you held beneath your reservation. 

“That’s what worries me...” You scoffed, placing the final curl in your hair and spraying a thin layer of hairspray to keep it in place. 

“You NEED this-more specifically, I need this. I need to live vicariously through you, you know...” You smirked, catching the final seconds of your grin in your reflection before moving to the dress laid out on your bed. 

Simplistic as your style usually was, you slinked out of your current pair of pajamas from the night before and into the minimalist black dress that complimented your curves and left you confident. 

“You look-” Your friend began before completing her remark with a dramatic chef’s kiss. Offering a wink, you finalized your appearance with a single layer of gloss spread across your full lips and a spritz of your favorite perfume. With your six inch heels collected in unison over your middle finger, you descended the steps to your home and stood on idle within the living room. 

“Here...” Your mother corrected a stray hair before looking at you as if you were being sent off for school pictures; nervousness and anxiety hidden beneath her own made up expression. 

“Do you need some money?”

“She’s going on a date with a ‘Cameron’!” Your friend reminded you both as this left you to understand what you would be to him; an accessory. But it had been two years since you felt that excitement of a first date and your curiosity in regards to Rafe, a man only two years older than you whose legacy remained more social than academic, which left you somewhat excited to see what all the fuss was about. 

“He’s here...” Your mother acknowledged at the sight of headlights luminescent on the strip dividing your front door from the street. Turning back one final time, you noticed something within her expression that was more common as of late whenever the ‘Cameron’ name was mentioned; as if she was in a consistent state of being on edge. Yet with how much coffee your mother tended to drink throughout the day, you wrote it off as a side effect of the caffeine and slipped beyond the steps of your childhood home before coming to a sleek gray truck sitting in wait. 

It wasn’t until you came to the passenger side of the car that you had come to note Rafe in person, his appearance leaving you somewhat nervous with his modelesque lines making up his features. Soft eyes tossed over to you in momentary analysis shifting back to his dashboard as he sat in wait, allowing you the time to appreciate the dirty blonde locks hanging effortlessly in divided curtains over his light irises. 

“Hi-”

“Our reservation is at eight-we’re going to be late...” He commented with a tone of indifference as you hiked yourself up into the passenger side, not even able to buckle the belt across your chest before he made his way onto the suburban streets of ‘Figure Eight’. Without making a single attempt to converse, his fingers reached to the knob of the radio, allowing the broadcast of a local station to fill the silence in what made your mind run wild with assumptions. You wondered if he was disappointed in your dress, your makeup-you. But as you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the sideview mirror of the car as he turned into the parking lot of the restaurant, you deduced that each hair was in place, every line of makeup illustrated to perfection, you may have never looked better… 

“Mister Cameron...” The valet greeted him as he made his way over the threshold, you following close on his heels, your eyes coming to notice his effect. Women adorned in expensive silks and blazers focused on his strut across the marble floor sporadic with flecks of gold, as it was clear his ego was inflamed with such attention. Ignoring the judgemental gazes of your cocktail dress rivaling their elegant ensembles, you sat across from him, with a server quick at your shared side. 

“Whiskey. Neat.” He ordered, your eyes scrambling at the menu in search of anything that may take the fringe of your nerves to set them at rest. But with the consideration of the price tag, no matter the trust fund burning a hole in his pocket as you wanted to be considerate, his impatience seemed to show through his consideration for chivalry. 

“She’ll have a merlot.” Your eyes raised to him in surprise all while a nervous grin crept its way across your glossed lips. As you turned to the server to correct his assumption, she was already making a path towards the kitchen in the far back of the establishment. 

“You don’t have to order for me...”

“Just trying to save time...” His comment was rather cold as his eyes didn’t lift to you for any duration since he first analyzed you slipping into his car. In silence, you considered simply rising to your feet and abandoning him to enjoy his whiskey in the quietude before recalling how any treatment of him would reflect your mother as she was just another employee of the Cameron family. Your decision to grin in bear it was easier said than done as the torment of a lack of conversation set you to play with the edges of her perfect manicure, leaving you fantasizing of the luxurious bubble bath you would run yourself once enduring the remainder of this evening. 

“Do you need another moment to look over the menu?” The server asked as Rafe would order a salad for you and a steak for himself, leaving you in silent disregard before returning his attention to his phone. Sipping on the merlot that made your face constrict in bitterness as you were much more of a whiskey girl yourself, you brazenly rolled your eyes without a care if he were to make note of it. After all, it had now been nearly an hour since you met him and the only words he had actually spoken in your direction were dismissive and borne from irritation. 

“Why did you agree to this?” Your words brought his eyes to you for only a second, long enough to read the irritation for having addressed him, drawing a look of disbelief over your own expression. 

“To get my dad off my back...” You slowly nodded in understanding. 

“By all means, if you have somewhere else you’d rather be, don’t let me stop you.” This ability to speak against him when so many would cower into the silence and critique themselves for not being ‘enough’, you knew your worth-or at least enough to know that you deserved a conversation. 

His lips pulled into a smile to the rebellion against civility, amusing him as he carried his pointer finger into a trace of his bottom lip. 

“You have my attention, sweetheart.” His words would prove true as he leaned further towards you, the screen of his phone dark for the first time since you occupied this crimson covered table. 

“Who says I want it?” You would rebel as he now leaned back in his chair, jaw cocked and exhaling a scoff. 

“You know there are a LOT of girls who would want to be in your position tonight...A lot that would be nicer to me...”

“Considering the fact that I’ve wasted tonight just waiting for you to acknowledge me beyond undressing me with your eyes-” You corrected his eyes as they suddenly rose from your modestly revealing decolletage. “I pity them...”

“You know what I think?” He was truly unaffected by your words, now dropping his hands to learn further on the table towards you. 

“I think you need a good fuck.” The vulgarity and more precisely his delivery of it, shameless and somehow intimidating-but not enough for you to drop your own convictions, sent your breath to puff in a further scoff.

“Let’s just get the pleasantries over with. I saw the way you looked at me when you first saw me and I know you weren’t disappointed-and I surely wasn’t...” He lowered his voice to appear sensual, as if believing his closing proximity and ‘charming words’ were enough for you to suddenly alter your morals for what may be a handful of minutes to a fleeting orgasm-if you were lucky. 

“So why don’t we get you on your back? Or if you are as impatient as I am...maybe in my truck-” You began to toss your head softly from side to side, having spent the better part of the night trying to keep pleasant for the sake of your mother. But now, looking at this privileged man who believed every woman existed for his pleasure, you couldn’t refrain from tormenting him in a way you intended to leave as memorable. 

“Maybe...” You began, mirroring his elbows laid before you and the sultry change of voice to claim your own stake of dominance. “If you were able to look up to me for even a second...Have just a five minute conversation...Make SOME kind of an attempt....I would make an excuse to slide under this tablecloth and show some form of gratitude on my knees...Taking you to the extent my throat would allow...moaning to how you’d taste...pumping you into me...my own panties, a casualty to what your moans would do to me...” His lust blown eyes were both tormented and in awe of your suddenly eager words.

“I would have given you the most mind blowing sex of your life...” Your smile faded. “But I don’t let asshole’s come...” 

“Have a good night, Rafe...” You spoke half in disgust, lifting yourself up from the table and abandoning his lasting impression of you, returning home via an Uber, and celebrating that look on his face as you slipped beneath the bubbles of your bath to chalk this up as a learning experience. 

But now, one month later, you found yourself at his side, grinning widely as if he was victorious in some sort of bet. The idea left you enraged as you thought back to that first date, returned to reality by the mixture of hot and cold from his palm but the contrast of his rings, as his breath puffed to your ear. 

“This is how it should have been the first time....” Your skin chilled at how he seemed to read your mind-not for having agreed to this comment, but in having been thinking of your first interaction to begin with. 

“It was that smartass little mouth of yours that made me so intrigued with you, you know...Nobody had ever talked to me like you have...” His fingers tightened on your inner thigh, exposed by her cocktail dress set just a few inches below your hips. Your breath hitched at the idea of how easily he could have allowed you pleasure that weeks of tension had led up to. But your stubbornness kept your legs pressed tightly, endorsing him. 

“Do you remember what you said to me? What you were willing to do to me if I would have given an attempt?” You didn’t respond as you feared inflating his ego any further. 

“I intend to have you make good on it, sweetheart...” Her body was glacially stiff, well aware he was one to prove validation in his actions. “I’m just buying time until you can’t say no-” Your eyes flashed to him in objection. 

“I’ll never let you touch me-” You spat at him in a hushed tone. 

“Then why are you trembling for me? Shit...I haven’t haven't really touched you yet...” You repressed the urge to allow your eyes the desperate roll they pulled to perform at the mere thought of such tension being acted out in such a way; depraved and lengthy ways dripping with eroticism and intensity. 

“Are you alright?” Sarah questioned across the table as you stood quickly to rival Rafe’s hand inching closer to your inseam. 

“Just a little wet-warm- '' You didn’t even bother to turn back to Rafe as you excused yourself to the bathroom, well aware of the grin that must be plastered over his face. It was in those moments when viewing your reflection, feeling your desperation, that you avowed yourself. He wouldn’t touch you...no matter how badly you wanted him to...

Part Three Coming Soon! Be sure to let me know what you guys think. XO

[strangelysamantha]

can you do a rafe cameron fluffy fic where rafe finds crystals around his room and car, and he confronts the reader and then she starts to tell him all about crystals to the point he wants to give them a try? thanks 😊

crystal clear ❀

rafe cameron x crystal loving girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, but otherwise cute fluff :)

words: 1,047.

summary: rafe cameron found out you were hiding crystals in his room, car, and pockets. he goes to topper to see if he knew what was going on, and after topper explained what it meant, he confronts you.

request? yes!! more written requests, are coming out tonight!

a/n: inspired by, ruby! also, thanks for the request, i was actually planning on already doing something similar to this! i actually think i know who requested this… hehe. if you enjoyed please like and comment! <3

my masterlist

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the first time rafe found your crystals were when he was struggling to fall asleep. he repositioned his head on his pillow, a sharp object poking his skull. he frustratedly stood up, his hand exploring the inside of his pillow trying to feel around for what was scratching against his scalp. he pulled out a small rock, confused about how a pebble ended up inside his pillow. he examined it, the purple color looking quite pretty, it was small. he shook his head, wanting to sleep. he placed the small crystal on his nightstand, before successfully falling asleep.

when he woke up, he had forgotten about the rock, it managed to fall off the nightstand. when he went to silence his alarm clock, his arm completely pushed it off the table. so, he went on about his day.

the second time rafe found your crystals was when he was in his car. he was about to leave when he noticed them sitting in his cup holder. he closed his eyes for a moment, a realization flooding his mind. he remembers you talking about crystals, wearing necklaces, as well as carrying an entire bag of them. he placed the crystal in the cup holder, before running back inside his room to find the purple crystal he had found in his pillow.

rafe searched around his room, car, and pockets. in the end, he had found five different crystals. he placed them inside a bag and then headed out to his car. rafe left, driving to meet up with topper.

rafe arrived at the golf course, yelling out to topper, who was smiling with a golf club in his hand. “hey man.” topper grabbed rafe’s shoulder, “how have you been?” they started walking, “i’m alright, i have a question though.” topper nodded, “what’s up?” rafe reached into his pocket to grab the small bag of crystals.

“do you know what the fuck these are or what they mean?” rafe handed the bag to topper, who stared at them, “rocks?” topper questioned, causing rafe to laugh, “yo that’s what i thought they were but they were hidden all over my house.” topper glanced from the crystals to rafe, a smirk finding his lips. “oh shit man….” topper looked up at rafe, who was confused. “oh shit… what?” rafe asked, causing topper to laugh and looking away.

“oh no, she’s got you. she’s one of those crystal bitches.” rafe wasn't entirely sure what topper was on about, “what the fuck is that?” topper shakes his head laughing, “you are officially her bitch.” rafe scoffs. “seriously? what are you talking about?” topper handed rafe the bag back. “she’s claiming you, buddy.” topper walked ahead, leaving rafe behind him dumbfounded. rafe jogs to catch up.“you are crazy. she’s not claiming me, she doesn’t own me. what does it actually mean?”

topper stopped walking, turning to rafe. “why don’t you just ask her?” nerves fled to rafe’s stomach. “because… i cant.” topper shrugs in response, “well then i guess you’ll never know her true intentions on why she hid crystals around your room.” rafe plays with the bag, “fine i’ll just ask her.” topper nodded, “okay. good luck with that.” rafe and topper played golf for an hour before they parted ways.

rafe drove to your house from golfing, him excited to see you. he still didn’t know how he was going to confront you, so he was slightly nervous. he pulled into your driveway, turning the car off. he breathed in, before gaining enough courage to head inside.

he knocked on your door, and you rushed towards the door smiling. “hey baby!” he smiles at your warm welcome, pulling you into a huge hug. “hey babe, how has your day been?” he questions you, walking inside and sitting on your couch. you quickly follow after him, sitting directly to his side. “my day was okay, pretty boring. how about yours?” you snuggle against him.

“my day was pretty relaxed. went golfing with topper, and found these.” your heart drops when you notice him pulling out a bag of crystals from his pocket. “what are these babe?” you bit your lip, “crystals..” he nods. “no i know what they are… why are you hiding them in my room?” your eyes widen from his question, “well rafe you know i love you, i wanted you to have these crystals because they will protect you and give you positive energy.” he nods, “okay, why didn’t you just tell me?” you shrug, “i don’t know.”

rafe handed you the bag, “tell me about them and their names.” you smile excitingly. “okay! yay!” you explain all five crystals to rafe, telling him the names, what they do, and how to charge them. he paid attention to your every word, focusing on your face to the crystals. his heart fluttered as you spoke so passionately about them.

“what do you think rafe? do you want to start using crystals?” your head tilts to the side waiting for an answer. he smiles softly, “i would love to, i think they would be helpful.” you stand up, rubbing your hands together. “i’m so glad you said that! i actually already have a collection started for you!” you rush towards your back room, pulling out a small baggy with more crystals, and a paper that told him what the crystal did.

you hand him them, and he smiles. “you went out of your way to do all of this?” you laugh. “of course, you mean so much to me.” he stands up, joining you. he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist, your arms around his neck. he whispers inside your neck, “thank you, no one has ever cared enough to do this for me.” you frown, pulling away slightly so he could see your face, but was still able to be holding you. “rafe, i’m your person now. i care, and i will do anything for you.” he nodded shyly. “thank you.”

you two sit on the couch again, cuddling together. he was studying the paper he received from you. he kept asking you questions about the crystals, and you gladly answered. later, you and rafe planned on charging your crystals, and he was excited he could do this with you.

rafe with crystals omg <333

[plasticferal]

chasing highs | rafe cameron.

summary: you’re his lover, and he’s your brother’s best friend. both the secrecy and his addiction cause tension in your hidden relationship.

authors note: 2.4k words. explicit language, mentions substance abuse, angst and weaponry. 

soundtrack: sober, childish gambino.

you struggle to support the grocery bags that are filled to the brim, and tearing at the seams. you use your elbow to pry the door open with a struggle and quickly dump the brown bags on the counter. you groan at the sight, the house is in disarray. empty glasses, crushed cans and powder residue scatter across the wooden table. the smell of dry grass that’s been tracked along the floors and a contrasting clean linen fills the small space. 

“at least he did the washing,” you run the back of your hand across your forehead, looking around with a fatigued sigh. you begin unpacking everything into cupboards. your arrangement is disturbed by a banging at the door that rattles the wall, it seems desperate. you turn around to pull the handle, revealing rafe. you roll your eyes, murmuring an acknowledgement before leaving the door open for him to let himself in. “country club,”

he steps inside, looking around and acting neurotic. “only barry calls me that,” he counters. “well barry’s not here, so,” you fade off the last part of your sentence, not entirely being interested in conversation. you strain your toes to place a cereal box on the top shelf. rafe silently stands behind you, his chest pressed to your shoulder as he takes it from your hand to put it away, being able to reach with ease. you feel his warm hand crawl around the side of your hip. you grip the edge of the counter that’s underneath you, feeling his breath trickle down your neck.

“i missed you, you know?” he spoke softly. he smelt like faded cologne and dirt, an overall musky scent. it was oddly comforting. 

you shrug him off and turn back to pull vegetables from the bags, excusing his body to reach the fridge. he follows your every action. 

“did i do something?” he looks confused by your dismissive nature, and sudden sharp tone.

“wanna tell me what you’re here for?” you place the packaged food in the cold drawers of the fridge, slamming them closed a little more dramatically than intended. you know his answer, you just need to reassure yourself.

“i just, i just need a little bit-” he speaks apprehensively. you quickly turn around to look at him, your eyes are heavy and filled with dejection. you lick your lips and bob your head with thought, letting out a bitter chuckle.

“he’s all out,” you look up at him, “house is empty.” and once again, you go back to the groceries. rafe stands still for a moment, rubbing his knuckles. you can hear the friction of his skin.

“i know he’s got something in here, y/n,” he looks around, and you can hear the shake in his vowels. his heavy steps take over the creaking floor, a cabinet slamming, making you jump slightly.

“did you not hear me, or are you not listening? there’s nothing in here,” you follow the noise to catch the sight of rafe rummaging through any door that opens. you to reach his shoulder to pull him away from a brown t.v unit, knowing he won’t give up until he’s been physically stopped. the moment you reach forward he pushes your hand away, grunting and bypassing you.

“are you fucking serious?” shock seeping through. he freezes, hands digging through his hair as he bounces back and forth between his feet. he releases air from his nose in frustration, taking a step closer to you.

“i’m sorry, i, i just need you to help me out,” he lends a hand forward in hopes of taking you into his arms, but you step back.

“help you feed the drug addiction that my brother started?”

“god, not right now,” he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tight and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“help you come to realisation that you have a problem?” you continue, knowing that it’s only getting to under his skin more.

“i don’t have a fucking problem!” he screams. not a yell. a scream with chest, an angry reaction. a reaction you could handle from your brother, arguments often occurring in the house. but not from rafe. not from the man you go out of your way to protect and love. 

“get out.” your voice is stern and your eyes are stinging. his tension quickly diminishes. 

“i didn’t mean- i didn’t mean to yell, alright?” he bites his words back, fighting that belligerent tone that previously lashed out. 

“i’m not repeating myself,” you shake your head, looking to the door. 

“sweetheart, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, okay? i’m just on edge,” he rambles on his justification but it only seems to dig himself a deeper hole. 

“yeah, that’s the only reason you’re here,” you mumble to yourself, looking at your hands while you squeeze the tips of your fingers. a distraction.

“what’s wrong with you today? talk to me,” he progresses a step closer, careful not to approach too fast, knowing you’d turn away.

“rafe, i know you have a lot going on but god, i don’t want you to pretend to want me if you care more about chasing a high,” you finally spill how you feel, wanting to take it all back the second you do, not because you didn’t mean it, because you truly didn’t want the confrontation. you look up to see his face drop, mouth open a jar and eye’s grave. 

“are you kidding me? you’re the only fucking person on this earth i care about,” he speaks with a bounce of a laugh, more out of shock and disbelief that he has to say it aloud.

“i know i have a problem, alright?” he hold his palms together and digs his fingers into his chest, the fixed intensity on his face. he licks his lips, rotating back and forth between his heels before pausing to take a deep breath. he tests the waters in stepping closer to you, and this time you let him. you allow him into your space, admittedly craving his touch. his hand cups around your upper arm, sliding down your skin before his index finger slips around the belt loop of your jeans. he pulls your lower half forward until you’re touching bodies, and his forehead rests against the crown of your head.

“i’m gonna try harder, i promise,” his voice is soft, and assertive. it’s difficult to feel indifferently about him. you want a reason to be mad, a reason to get him out of the house before you run into more trouble, but you know he’s being genuine. in that moment, there were no doubts or fears.

“okay,” your voice faint, letting yourself fully sink into his touch. you reach up to drape your hands over his shoulders, fingers playing with the dirty blond hair that falls messily past his ears. 

“i love you, you know that right?” he speaks, mouth now hovering over your lips. you laugh sweetly, pecking the side of his face. “yeah, i do actually,” your arrogant response prompts a poke from him into your side and you push his bicep with a giggle.

“shit, i think i fell in love with you the first day we met,” he pulls your body back to him, swaying you both back and forth. he moves when the gears in his head are ticking, can never keep still. so you allow your body to dance around with him while he ponders.

“you’re lying” you roll your eyes, assuming he was over compensating from the heat you put on him a few minutes prior. “no, i’m not,” he breathes out a smile.

“do you remember that day?” you dip your eyebrow at him.

“of course i do,”

six months earlier.

you slip into that grey shirt that hangs barely past your thighs, causing the shorts underneath to disappear. the heat within the metal surrounded home was intensified by the midday sun, making you irritated and desperate for a cold drink. you grab a can of soda from a cooler, not being your preferred means of refreshment, but better than warm tap water. 

as you wipe the corner of your mouth slightly, you simmer in the feeling of the icy feeling in your palm. your moment of serenity is quickly disturbed by the front door being pushed open harshly, making you freeze in your tracks. your first thought was that it would be barry, but upon realising it was a complete stranger, your next thought was to grab that gun barry keeps under the couch cushion. 

“barry, i need-” the tall mystery man speaks with heavy breaths, not being aware of your presence. 

“who the hell are you?” he sounds mad to be confused, and you’re almost amused by it. given you weren’t afraid of strangers coming and going from the place, it not being an unusual occurrence, typically they have courtesy to knock.

“who are you?” you respond, standing your ground comfortably. the tall male washes his gazes over your body slowly, but snaps out of it swiftly.

“ah, rafe, rafe cameron,” he speaks quick, almost as if he has something more important to say other than his name. you let it sink in for a while, being more than thrilled to waste the home invaders time as you sip your drink. the name sounded familiar, and judging from his attire, you put the pieces together.

“oh! country club, yeah i’ve heard a lot about you,” you chuckle to yourself, knowing barry and him have a love-hate relationship.

“what have you heard?” he probes, face now taut.

“that you have money. no wonder you hang around here so often,” you return that judgemental glance he pulled on you, noting the polo shirt, then back up to his face. his hair fell over it, and his features appeared almost too perfect. it was unnerving. “and yet i’ve never seen you here?” rafe responds, still lost at the interaction he’s enduring.

“you’re way better looking than i thought you’d be,” you try to mutter, but he’s engrossed in your exchange.

“pardon?” he nods his head forward. you smile densely, placing your drink down on the coffee table behind you then waving your hand toward the couch.

“i said take a seat, make yourself comfortable,” completely dismissing his question.

you’re seated on the sinking lounge, while he opts for the single armchair beside it. you’re able to see each other this way. he taps is fingers impatiently against the wooden armrests.

“are you like his girlfriend or something?” he strings together with scepticism. you bite your cheek with a chuckle.

“sister,” you assure. he nods slowly, giving a look that says, ‘my bad’ for getting that wrong.

“good to know,” the words were under his breath but you heard. and you’re sure he wanted you to.

“so did barry say he left something for me, or?” rafe rubs his thighs, shifting in his seat. it slipped your mind, his initial agenda for being there, but you quickly come back to earth. you huff, standing up silently to retrieve the bag that barry did in fact inform you was going to get picked up that day. you walk into the bedroom that has a curtain as a replacement for a door, reluctantly taking it into your hands.

re-entering the room, you throw it onto the table, falling back into your seat. rafe leaps toward it like it was his lifeline. you rolled your eyes, pulling your knees up to your body, hugging them. 

“that shit’s gonna ruin your life,” you voice. 

“yeah well,” he sniffs, tucking the white packet into his pocket.

“you can thank your brother when that happens,” he gives a hopeless response, with attitude. he stands from his seat, and you follow, making your way back over to the front door. 

you wanted to respond, but you’d be getting yourself involved in a sensitive topic. rafe halts between the door frame, his tall figure blocking most of the natural sunlight. you stand in front of him, one hand on the handle prepared to close it behind him, and this time lock it. you’re gazing up at him, wondering why he’s blankly staring at you. 

“what?” you question, toying with the handle, apprehensive of what he’ll respond with. 

“you’re nothing like him, are you?” his voice is gentle, almost like he’s only speaking loud enough for himself to hear it. your eyes are locked and it’s becoming an overwhelming feeling. you break eye contact, looking past him. there’s a sense of sadness that takes over. having always been a juxtaposition to your sibling, but often being associated, mean’t that someone seeing past the stereotype was a pleasant change. you shake your head, indicating a clear no. he nods, understanding. the silence spoke volumes.

“good. you’re too pretty for that shit,” and with that, his back was turned and he was slipping a black helmet on, momentarily returning to a stranger.

present day.

"and i still believe that,” he brushes a loose strand of hair from your eye. “so pretty,”

you’re fascinated by him. by the way you can tell that stash he was losing himself over has left his thoughts, and for a moment you remember the connection you two have. how powerful it was when he was with you, entrenched in your company.

“i know you’re trying, rafe,” you whisper, and his grip tightens. how much you believed your own words was uncertain, but the hope seemed stronger than any doubt.

“you’re the only high i wanna chase,” he uses his thumb to lift your face to him before he trails his touch along your bottom lip, gently prying your mouth open. he leans down and attaches your lips, yourself pushing toward him to deepen the kiss. you feel him smile against your mouth before you cup his jaw lightly to seperate.

“if barry comes home and you’re all over me, he’s gonna put a bullet in your head,” you look into his eyes. they’re glistening and bright, a drastic difference to how dark they were when he first arrived. 

“i’ll take my chances,” before wrapping his warm hand around the curve of your neck, pulling you into another kiss, lasting for what felt an eternity.

the body heat between you intensifies. rafe rolling his hips against you every now and then, urging a response from you, and though you’re aware of the risk of that front door flying open, you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. earning a desperate groan from rafe, you’re utterly intoxicated by his touch, becoming lost and unbothered by any risk or fear.

for a brief moment you understand what he feels when that substance runs through his veins and why he chases it. in your own way, you understand that high.

[moldisgoodforyou]

did i scare you?

warnings: parent death, car accident

wordcount: 4.5k

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“Help.”

That was the text message he got from Sophie as he sat in his 8am class - no lowercase like normal, no follow up of her usual three messages in a row. As the seconds ticked by, Rafe got more and more concerned, texting Allie and Julia if they knew what was up - Allie just responded that she’d driven to the art store about twenty minutes ago. He cursed under his breath, knowing it was icy as hell out and the art store was only ten minutes away from her house.

When he checked her Find My Friends, with his phone hidden under the table in class, and found her little icon stuck only halfway to the store in the middle of what was known as a tricky intersection, he panicked and practically bolted out of class without an explanation, shoving everything in his bag and slipping out the back door of the lecture hall. He called Sophie - three times - but it just kept ringing, over and over. He nearly tripped as he ran through the snowy grass to get to his car so he could drive to her as fast as possible.

When Rafe arrived, he saw her car’s passenger side completely crumpled into itself, with another car crunched right up behind it. Sophie sat hunched over with a thick blanket wrapped around her, talking to a paramedic, while a guy behind her was talking to a policeman. Rafe approached hesitantly, trying not to panic until he saw blood trickling down the side of her face and a bright red stained cloth at her feet.

“Sophie.” He breathed out, horrified, and had to steel himself for a thousand memories rushing back that he had repressed since he was fourteen.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes at his voice, filled with relief, and immediately reached out for him. “I’m sorry.”

“No, baby, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He stepped closer and sat by her, pulling her into his arms carefully until the paramedic interrupted.

“Are you the boyfriend?”

“Yes sir.”

“She needs to go to the hospital, you can follow us in the ambulance. She’ll need a few stitches and she might have a concussion.” He was all business, glancing at his watch as he spoke. “Ma’am, if you’ll come with us -”

“Can he come in the ambulance?” Sophie interrupted, looking anxious. She was shivering despite the big blanket around her shoulders and leaned into Rafe, who immediately took her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“No. He can follow in his car.”

“But my car ...” She trailed off, tearing up again as she looked over at it and back up at Rafe, uneasy.

“I’ll take care of it. It’s okay. Did you talk to the policeman?” Rafe asked her patiently, frowning when he noticed the insurance papers in her hand with a few blood spatters on them.

“Sir. She needs to get to the hospital.” The paramedic instructed, helping Sophie up and carefully pressing a pad of gauze to a still-bleeding cut just above her eyebrow.

“Right, right, okay. I’ll be right there, Soph, I’ll take care of it.” Rafe promised, squeezing her hand in an attempt at reassuring her. After she was taken into the ambulance, he was all business, taking photos from every angle of the accident and got all the details from the police officer, as well as all her belongings from the car - luckily, she kept her car in a near-perfect state at all times. When he got into his own car, he took a deep, shaky breath, reminding himself that she was okay, and called up her dad. “Mr. Flint?”

“Rafe, what’s up, everything okay?” He asked, a little concerned - Rafe never called without a heads up in advance.

“Um, yes, and no? Sophie got in a car accident, she’s okay, but the car is totaled. Some guy was on his phone and hit her from behind and she spun, it’s icy out today.” He glanced out the window to see the guy perfectly unharmed and grit his teeth together, having to fight back every urge in his body to head out there and pummel him into oblivion for being reckless enough to hurt his girl.

“You said she’s okay? Let me talk to her.”

“Yes, she’s okay, but I’m following her in the ambulance right now, sir. She needs stitches and might have a concussion, she hit her head on the wheel pretty hard. She’s shaken up too.” I’m shaken up, he wanted to add. Please come.

“Right. Okay.” Rafe could hear rustling in the background, paper shuffling. “You’re going with her?”

“Yes, I’ve got her. I’ll take care of her.” He nodded, starting up his car and going toward the hospital. “I promise.”

“Alright. You got photos of the car? Police information, insurance? Got her things?”

“Yes sir.” Rafe assured. “I’ll keep texting you, let you know. Um, the car’s pretty wrecked, unfortunately, but I can help her find a new car and everything - and I don’t know, I think we can sell this one for something at the junkyard, I’m not sure -”

“Rafe. It’s okay, we��ll worry about that later.” Her dad breathed out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you. Drive carefully, keep me updated.”

“I will. Bye.” His hands were shaking as he hung up and he had to force himself to take several deep breaths at a red light, about to cry. Sophie looked more scared and unsteady than he’d ever seen her when he saw her on the curb, and he didn’t think he’d ever forget that image. He called James next, knowing Colin was in class.

James answered, still half-asleep. “H’lo?”

“James, I -” Rafe’s voice cracked and he took a shaky breath, hesitant.

James sat up in his bed, frowning. “Rafe. What’s wrong.”

Rafe knew it was obvious he was crying but tried his best to pull himself together. “Sophie got in a car accident. I need you to tell Julia and Allie, we’re going to the hospital.”

“Fuck, I can be there in ten minutes - are you okay -” Rafe could hear him scrambling to get out of bed, a jingling of keys. Probably jogging up to Colin’s room to tell him what was up.

“No, I’m fine, I’m driving, I wasn’t with her. She’s gonna get stitches and maybe she has a concussion, I don’t know, uh, I don’t know what to do. Just tell the girls and maybe hang tight.”

“Yeah, man, of course, anything. Rafe?”

“Yeah?” He gripped the wheel hard, trying to control his voice.

“Does she know? About your mom?”

“I’m not sure. We haven’t talked about it. Fuck, James, I just -“ His voice cracked and he pounded his fist on the steering wheel, wanting to pull over and throw up.

“Hey, hey, Rafe, she’ll be okay. She’s gonna need you to not be scared, even if you are. And I will be there in ten minutes if you need me, just say the word.”

“I know. I know.” Rafe nodded, taking a deep breath. “Shit. Okay. Thank you.”

“It’s gonna be alright, bud.” James assured him, sounding concerned. “Do you want me to stay on the phone until you get there? I can wait. Or I can meet you in the waiting room, whatever you need.”

“Do you mind? Just staying on the phone?”

“No. No, of course not. Is her car pretty bad?”

“It’s totaled.” Rafe was extra-cautious as he drove toward the hospital, going 5 miles under the speed limit, but he was terrified to push his limits any further.

James whistled, frowning. “She loves that thing, wasn’t that her brother’s old car?”

“Yeah. Fuck, I have to call Carter, don’t I...” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to blink away a few tears.

“Oh. Um, yeah, probably a good idea. Do you want me to do it? I met him once.”

“No, no, uh, I’ll text him, I’m pulling up at the hospital. Just tell the girls for me?”

“Of course. She’s okay. Breathe, Rafe.”

He nodded. “Thanks, James.”

“Any time, buddy. Let me know if you need me there.” He hung up, leaving Rafe to listen to the dial tone in his car. Rafe pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, hard, willing himself not to cry. He hadn’t had to use his familiar tactic in a few years since he moved to college, since he wasn’t always under Ward’s thumb, but he still knew all his old tricks. Once he finally felt like he could breathe normally, a good five minutes later, he got out of the car and headed into the hospital.

It took some convincing, but he finally was allowed back into Sophie’s room - after he lied and said they were married. He didn’t think the nurse believed him, but the ring he wore on his finger looked enough like a wedding band to pass. When he got into the room, Sophie was mainly cleaned up, save for her white sweatshirt stained with blood. She had five stitches across the cut over her eyebrow and a nasty bruise forming.

“Hi, baby, you doing okay?” Rafe asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed and took her hand, eyes searching over her worriedly. “What’d they say?”

She squinted up at him, holding her free hand up to block the light glaring into her eyes behind him. “I dunno. Fuck, my head hurts.”

“You don’t…huh? They didn’t tell you?” He frowned, gently stroking his thumb over her cheekbone.

“Shh. I wanna sleep.” She replied, her eyes fluttering shut as she turned her head into his touch, but abruptly hissed and let out a squeak when his fingers grazed her freshly-stitched cut. “Ow, Rafe, stop.”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He pulled his hand back quickly then leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t know if you’re allowed to sleep yet, angel, let’s wait for the nurse.”

“M’ sorry.” She mumbled. “It was icy, I shouldn’t have drove. I didn’t mean to stress you out.”

“It’s okay, baby, it wasn’t your fault. You’re okay, we’ll get you a car.” He assured her, getting up despite her small noise of protest. “I’m gonna go find a nurse or a doctor, I’ll -”

He was interrupted when a nurse entered with a kind smile and clipboard in hand. “Sophie Flint?”

“Yes ma’am.” He answered as Sophie lifted a hand in a half-hearted wave.

“You’re the husband?” The nurse asked, skeptical.

“Yes, that’s correct.” He gave her his most charming grin, hoping to a god he wasn’t sure he believed in that they wouldn’t kick him out. (Then he felt a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket, and considered that he could use that too if he needed.)

“You’re my boyfriend.” Sophie corrected, confused, and he waved her off with a shake of his head, smiling at the nurse again.

“She’s still getting used to it, it’s new.” He excused, lifting her hand with the ring as a form of proof. “Um, she’s kind of sleepy, I think, I can go over her paperwork.”

“We took care of that with her insurance card, all I need to go over is discharge information with you. Sophie, honey, try your best to pay attention, okay? I need you to stay awake for me.” The nurse told her, handing a set of papers to Rafe. “What you’ll really need to do is rest…”

She continued, with Rafe listening intently and jotting down a few things, while Sophie nodded along from the bed, half-heartedly listening. Once she finished, she gave Rafe a bag of some extra bandages and medicine before sending them on their way.

Rafe was ultra-careful as he helped her out of the hospital, his arm tucked protectively around her waist. When they got to the car, he opened the door for her and put his hand on top of her head to usher her in carefully. “You got it? Need help with your seatbelt?”

She swatted at his hand, frowning. “I got it, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, Sophie, you’re concussed. Please tell me you’re not gonna be stubborn when we haven’t even left the parking lot yet.” Once he was sure she was safely buckled in, he jogged around and got in the driver’s seat, checking over her again before starting the car.

She frowned. “Can I have my phone? I gotta call - fuck, what time is it.” She sighed defeatedly when she realized she’d missed her class she was a TA for by a whole hour. “God damnit, I don’t have time for this right now. When will I be fine?”

He didn’t offer her phone to her, just kept it tucked in his pocket. “They said about two weeks, you’ll need to take it easy.”

“No. I have a project due in two weeks that I’m only about twenty percent done with, can you take me to the studio? I gotta work, I have so much shit to do - I have to TA so I can get paid and I have to call my parents - oh god, the car -”

“Hey, hey, slow down!” He exclaimed a little too loud, wincing when she pressed her hands to her ears. “I will take care of everything. I called your dad, I got your insurance, I can call or email your professors. I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

“It’s not that easy, Rafe.” She protested, brows knit together in concern. “Was my dad mad about the car?”

“No, not at all. He just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll get it all, Sophie, I need you to focus on taking care of yourself.” He reached over and rested her hand on her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her knee. “When we’re home, you can sleep.”

She rested her head back on the headrest, sighing. “Two weeks is way too long.”

“It’s not, and I’m gonna need you to cooperate.” He told her firmly. “I want you to get better.”

“Okay, okay.” She grumbled. “I’m so tired. Is my bruise bad?”

“Uh…” He glanced over, pausing before he continued. “You look beautiful.”

She frowned. “No I don’t.”

“You do, baby, you’re as pretty as always.” He grabbed the mirror on her side before she could flip it down to check. “Just close your eyes, honey.”

“Honey. That’s new.” She mumbled, resting her head back on the seat.

“Bad new?”

“No. I like it.” Sophie took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “M’ sorry if I scared you. Did I scare you?”

He exhaled, tightening his grip on her leg. “A little, yeah. I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters, you’re alive and okay.”

“S’ basically a scratch.” She mumbled. “I’m fine. Did you give them my insurance?”

“Yes. I’ve got it all taken care of.”

“My dad’s gonna kill me when he gets the bill. Fuck, I should’ve just had you drive me.” She grumbled, patting her pockets to look for her phone and google the average cost of an ambulance ride. “Can I please have my phone?”

“No screens, Sophie.”

“I’ll need to call my parents. My mom’s probably freaking out.” She went to rest her head on the window but they drove over a speed bump at the same time, making her gently hit her head against the glass. “Owwww,” she groaned.

Rafe frowned, reaching over to cup the back of her head and keep her in place. “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next two weeks. And don’t stress about money, angel, I’ve got it.”

It all clicked for her a moment too late and she cocked her head, unsure. “Did you…?”

“Not yet.” He replied, staring straight ahead at the road with his jaw set, determined. “But I will.”

She got a little choked up, reaching over to rest her hand on his. “Rafe. That’s crazy, I’m not going to let you pay all that -”

He sighed and parked in front of her house, turned off the car then turned to face her, cupping her face in both his hands. “I’m not arguing about this. I don’t want you, or anyone else, stressing for a second about the price of your medical care. Hell, Soph, I’d pay millions to save you if something were to ever happen to you.”

It was as if he could see the gears turning in her head as her face dropped, slowly, and she frowned as she whispered. “Your mom.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, trying his best (and failing) to blink back a sudden onslaught of tears. “Yeah, I just - I can’t have something happen to you, Sophie, I can’t. I’m not losing you. I’m not losing someone again.”

She kissed the tears from his cheeks, shaking her head. “It’s okay, Rafe, I’m okay. I’m right here.”

He nodded and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, jogging around the car so he could get her out and hold her closer - she beat him to it, pushing her door open and collided into him hard with a hug. He exhaled shakily as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into her hair. “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.”

“I’m so sorry, Rafe, I didn’t even realize, I’m so stupid - I should have just called you to meet me at the hospital instead -” She rambled, desperation tinging her voice as she curled her fingers in the back of his sweatshirt. “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t respond, just shook his head and held her tighter, stroking his palm over her hair. After a moment, he was suddenly aware that he was trembling, fingers pressed a little too tight around her hip when she let out a small noise of discomfort. “Fuck, sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She dismissed right away, hands going to his face so she could pull him down for a kiss. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m right here.”

“You’re not. You’re hurt.” He protested, letting her go so he could pace around the yard, ignoring the bitter cold seeping into his bones. “I should have taken you to the store last night, when there wasn’t ice - I should have - fuck!” Rafe yelled, running his hand through his hair and yanking hard at the strands. “I should have protected you!”

Sophie stood there with wide eyes as she watched, unsure on how to approach him and unsure if she wanted to. “Rafe.” She murmured. “Rafe, please.”

He glanced up from the snowbank he’d just kicked, with wild eyes and a face streaked with tears. Seeing Sophie so startled made him fold into himself, anxious energy draining from him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just - fuck, Sophie, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Rafe, it’s not your fault.” She strode over to him, grasping the front of his sweatshirt to make him look down at her. “None of this is your fault, Rafe. I mean it.”

“But I -“

“No.” She told him firmly, staring him down.

After a moment’s hesitation, he swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay.” She reached up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Can we go inside? I’m fucking freezing. My head hurts.”

“Yes, yes, sorry. You go inside, I’ll get your papers, your stuff.”

“Do I need to call my parents and explain?” She asked, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment.

“I told your dad what happened, but they’re probably worried. Maybe a short call?” Rafe replied, reaching out to draw her into a hug.

“Yeah, maybe.” She mumbled, dropping her head to his chest. “I feel like I’m drunk.”

“Alright, let’s get you inside.” He insisted, carefully turning her around and marching her into the house. He was grateful that Julia and Allie weren’t home to witness his mental breakdown outside, especially because he felt like he was still on the verge of tears. He ignored her protest as he scooped her up and carried her upstairs, one hand tucked behind her head so he didn’t bump it on the handrail. Once he set her in her bed, Rafe closed all the blinds, then rummaged through her closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt of his. “Let’s get you changed, Soph.”

She had already laid down, clutching the pillow to her chest as her eyes squeezed shut in pain. “It’s fine.”

“You’re wearing jeans and your sweatshirt still has blood on it. Come on, baby, make it easy on yourself.” He coaxed, gently tugging up on the hem of her sweatshirt.

Sophie let him undress her, only cooperating a little as he slid her into clean clothes. He was extra careful around the cut around her eye, pressing a feather-light kiss to the area afterward. Before he pulled the covers back over her, she reached out and caught his wrist, frowning. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He whispered back, kneeling down to eye level with her. “What’s up.”

“I’m sorry. I should have thought about your mom, I should have waited until I was okay to call you.” She frowned, running her fingers through his hair. “Do you need to call your therapist?”

He shook his head immediately - he’d only talked with the therapist once, and wasn’t sure he was ready to unload his entire story about his mom yet. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m glad you called me.” He swallowed hard, trying his best to ignore the memory that flashed through his brain. “No. I’m fine.”

“Rafe…”

“I’m more worried about you, Sophie.” He insisted, tucking her in. “You sleep, I’m going to call the girls, then call your dad back and update him. Okay?”

“I’m worried about you.” She replied, fighting off impending sleep and reached for him again. “Will you just - can you lay with me? At least until I’m asleep?”

He frowned, kicking off his shoes and slipped into bed beside her, then gently pulled her onto his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

She sighed as she settled into him, her fingers curling into his shirt. “My head hurts so bad.”

“I know.” He hummed, stroking his palm over her hair. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s not gonna feel good for a little while.”

“I’m gonna fail my fucking finals.” She muttered. “I’m gonna fail my finals, and Columbia is going to kick me out, and then my dad will kill me for totaling the car.”

“That’s not -” Rafe shook his head, fighting a smile at her predictability. “No, Soph, I promise I’ll take care of it. They make accommodations for this kind of thing, your professors adore you. You’ll be fine. And your dad wasn’t concerned about the car, he was just worried about you.”

Sophie groaned dramatically. “We were gonna sell it because I didn’t need the car in New York.”

“Did you forget there’s a thing called insurance, baby? You’ll be covered, I promise. And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll call my lawyer -”

“Oh, god, of course you have a lawyer.”

Rafe paused, tilting her chin up slightly so she could look him in the eye. “What do you mean? Everyone has a lawyer.”

“Cameron, don’t start this with me right now. I fucking swear.”

“No, Sophie, what?”

She glared up at him, squinting. “You genuinely think everyone has a lawyer?”

“...yes?”

“I need you to check yourself.”

“Yes ma’am.” He replied quickly, stroking his palm over her hair again to get her sleepy again. “You need to rest, angel.”

“It hurts.” She whined, pressing his hand against her head to relieve a little bit of the pressure.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” Rafe murmured, gently knocking her hand away and pressing against her head. “I got you.”

“Rafe.” She mumbled, not willing to open her eyes.

“Yeah, Soph?”

“What happened? With your mom?”

“Hm?”

She lifted her head a little, squinting up at him. “How did…”

“Oh.” He swallowed, hard. “Um. Yeah. It was raining pretty hard, we were gonna go pick up Sarah from dance -”

“We?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I was in the backseat. I wasn’t paying attention, on my phone or something. She was driving, lost control…” He took a shaky breath, trying his best not to cry. “I didn’t see much. The ambulance showed up really quickly, I didn’t have to call 911. Someone else saw the crash. They got me out, made me stand back so I didn’t see anything. She died at the hospital, I think.” Rafe let his head rest back against the wall, not wincing when it made a small thud. “I don’t know. I just remember my dad wouldn’t talk to me. It was like he couldn’t even look at me, for a fucking week, at least.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Sophie murmured, wrapping her arms tight around his waist and squeezing. “I should have just called you when I was fine at the hospital, I didn’t know you were in the car.”

“No, it’s…I don’t know. I think it’s good. To see that you’re okay.” He forced a half-smile, leaning down to awkwardly press a kiss to the top of her head. “You really need to sleep, angel.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” Rafe whispered, continuing to stroke her hair carefully until he heard her breathing deepen, felt her body relax into his. He picked up Sophie’s phone, frowning as he scrolled through a few texts - worried ones from Allie and Julia, a reassuring one from her dad, a frantic one from her mom, a couple curious ones from her boss and other teaching assistants. He carefully typed out a couple replies, trying his best not to budge Sophie even an inch, then clicked her phone back off and set it aside.

He inhaled carefully, slowly, just like his therapist had taught him as a kid, with his eyes squeezed shut. When Ward ignored him after his mom’s death, throwing himself into work and shutting himself in his office daily, Rafe learned to slowly confide in his grandparents, his mother’s parents. It took a week of going to visit them every day after school for them to immediately take him to a therapist, bringing Sarah along too. He’d always seen his grandparents as intimidating - if he referred to them as anything other than sir or ma’am, he could expect a glare from Ward that went straight into his soul. Yet something shifted after the accident, like they picked up on Ward’s lack of warmth and stepped into that role for Rafe instead. He checked in with them once a month now at minimum, sometimes calling when he walked home from class, just so he could hear their reassuring voices, thrive on their encouragement and praise. Once Rafe confirmed his relationship with Sophie, his grandmother always made a point to ask about her, to make sure she was doing well.

When he was sure Sophie was fast asleep, he carefully slipped out of her grip, tucked the covers around her, and pressed a kiss to her temple before leaving the room and going downstairs to the empty living room. With shaky hands, he carefully dialed the number he knew by heart now, anxious to share how he was feeling.

The phone rang, three times as always before his grandfather picked up, his voice a little rough around the edges, but warm all the same.

“Rafe, kiddo. It’s good to hear from you again.”

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