#seeing this completely hidden side of rafe

[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.

[loveharlow]

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ A Not So Silent Night

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader [ more rafe content ]

SYNOPSIS & WC─•❥ [1.7k] When Rafe convinces you to have some fun in your tent during a family camping trip

WARNING(S) & A/N─•❥ based on this ask, lowkey pwp (p*rn w/o plot), smut, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, getting caught, swearing

The air around the campfire was thick with the comforting scents of pine, burning wood, and sweet, roasted marshmallows. Your family's camping trip was in full swing, and you were cozily tucked between Sarah and the roaring fire, a soft blanket draped over your shoulders.

You'd been trading embarrassing family stories, and the sound of Sarah's uninhibited laughter was one of your favorite things in the world.

"No way," Sarah snorted, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "He actually said that? God, he's even more embarrassing than I thought. Him and Kelly just broke up."

"Right?" you confirmed, grinning. "I almost died of secondhand embarrassment for him. Like, dude, do you know who my boyfriend is?"

The Cameron girl rolled her eyes, bringing her mug of hot chocolate to her lips. "Ugh. Don't remind me..." she joked, a smug grin half-hidden behind the ceramic dish.

You nudged her calf with the tip of your slipper-clad foot, shooting her a playful glare. "Don't be like that."

She just laughed, holding the warm mug. "It's not you. It's just... I can't imagine why anyone would want to date my brother. Especially you," she explained, shrugging. "Don't get me wrong, you're just way too sweet for him! I mean, he's a complete dick—"

"Badmouthing me to my girlfriend?" Your attention was pulled from Sarah when a shadow fell over both of you. The familiar scent of salt and Rafe's slightly musky cologne filled your nose. You looked up to see him standing there — a small, unamused pout on his face, his hands tucked into the pockets of the pajama pants he wore with the hoodie you'd bought him. "That's very 'Sarah' of you," he tossed at his sister. "I need to borrow my girl for a minute," he announced, his voice low and raspy.

Sarah looked between the two of you, a frown forming on her face. "Wh—No! We're talking, dude. You'll get her later."

Rafe just grimaced, tilting his head to the side. "Yeah... I wasn't asking," he informed her, rolling his eyes at Sarah before his gaze fell to you, a slight nod in your direction. "C'mon, I wanna show you somethin'."

You stuttered to find words, looking between the Cameron siblings, your shoulders squaring. "...We were kind of having a conversation, Rafe. Can it wait?" you offered, a nervous smile on your face.

Rafe's expression remained flat as he stared at you. "No," he answered bluntly. "You can gossip with my sister later. C'mon," he urged.

You shot Sarah a apologetic grimace, and she sighed. "Fine. Go. But I get to have her all day tomorrow, so find another hiking partner, asshole..." she muttered, standing from her seat and heading toward her own tent.

"Love you!" You called after her, watching the blonde walk away. She turned around, opting to walk backward as she blew you a kiss.

"Use protection!" she called over her shoulder as she turned back around, ducking to enter her tent.

Rafe held his hand out for you to take, and you let him guide you to your shared tent, the small, dome-shaped structure looking surprisingly private from the outside. The second you were both inside, he zipped the flap shut.

The air inside the tent was still and warm, a stark contrast to the cool night. He didn't say a word. He just pushed you back against the sleeping bags, a hungry look in his eyes before his lips found yours in a bruising kiss.

You found yourself laughing against his mouth. "This is what you wanted to show me?" You giggled, your hands grasping his wrists as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. "Rafe, both of our families are right outside..."

"So?" he mumbled against your neck, his hands roaming over your body, sending fireworks through your veins.

A blissful haze washed over you as his kisses grew more intense. "Rafe..."

"You know you want to..." he cooed in your ear.

"...What if someone hears us?" you whined, still allowing your boyfriend to litter you with kisses. "Ward? Rose? My parents? I don't want my parents to hear their daughter having sex."

Rafe's hand found its way between your legs, his fingers brushing you through your pajama pants, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're an adult," he chuckled. "I'm sure they know I dick you down every now and then."

"Rafe!" You scolded. "Don't be so vulgar—"

Before you could respond, Rafe's lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that took your breath away. It took nothing for you to melt into his kiss, your reservations slowly fading away.

As he pulled back, only a string of saliva connecting you two, your eyes roamed his own. "...They're gonna hear us."

And Rafe just smirked, grabbing the hem of your shirt. "Guess you'd better be quiet then." He didn't give you time to respond as he tore your shirt over your head, quickly moving to unclasp your bra, tossing it into the corner of the tent.

You sat up, knees folded underneath you as you watched him rid himself of his own shirt. With one hand on your hip, Rafe guided you to lay back down on the sleeping bags as he trailed kisses down your body, all the way down until he reached the waistband of your pants.

His eyes met yours from his place below you as he hooked his fingers into the hem of your bottoms and dragged them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You watched as he bit his lip at the sight of you, throwing your pants somewhere in the spacious tent.

Rafe straightened above you before making quick work of pushing his own pants down, just enough to free himself. His eyes never left your frame as his breathing grew heavy, stroking himself with one hand as the other reached out to caress your face, gently grazing your chin.

Your heart raced in your chest as he adjusted above you, gasping lightly when the warm, wet tip of his cock made contact with your entrance, pushing into you slowly as you watched his eyes roll back.

He started slow — pulling nearly all the way out to push himself all the way back in, eliciting a breathy moan from you as your hands reached out to touch him. Rafe typically adorned a stone-hard exterior, but it was moments like this that you loved to see a more passionate, vulnerable side of him.

However, it didn't last long before his thrusts grew harder, faster, louder. Rafe's pace increased until he was practically slamming into you, your back arching off the ground as you bit your lip so hard that you were sure you drew blood.

The sound of skin slapping in the tent was already enough for anyone awake and nearby to hear. You didn't want to add blood-curdling screams to the mix.

Rafe, however, had other plans.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he thrust into you with a force that made you gasp.

"Don't do that," Rafe growled, his hips snapping against yours. "Open your mouth, baby. I wanna hear you," he moaned.

You tried to protest, shaking your head, but Rafe had a way of getting what he wanted. Using the hand that wasn't restricting yours, he pressed down on the base of your abdomen with just enough pressure to force a moan out of you, a chorus of others following. Your cries of ecstasy filled the tent as Rafe continued his relentless pace, slapping your hands away each time you attempted to quiet yourself.

It wasn't long before you felt your orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him, desperate for release. With one final, powerful thrust, Rafe pushed you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing through the tent as you came undone in his arms, Rafe meeting you at the finish line.

Just as your boyfriend finished, spilling inside of you with a guttural groan, the tent flaps flew open.

"Hey, can I borrow—Oh my God!" Sarah stood at the entrance to the tent, headphones on her head and a hand now shielding her eyes as she stood practically frozen.

Rafe groaned, a snarl on his lips. Pulling a stray blanket over the two of you, he quickly pulled out and flipped over to face his sister. "Get the fuck out!"

"I'm sorry!" Sarah squealed. "Maybe lock the door next time?!" she scolded, turning around and trying to exit the tent with her eyes still closed.

"It's a tent, dumbass." Rafe rolled his eyes, watching his sister feel around the fabric for the flap. "Jesus... You're not facing us anymore. Open your goddamn eyes and leave—"

"I'm going, I'm going," she assured, pushing her way out of the tent, nearly falling on her face as she tripped over the edge of the structure. "And I said use protection!"

"Sorry!" You shouted after Sarah, shaking your head and dropping your face into your palms before lifting your face, turning to Rafe and shooting him a mean glare, swatting his bare chest. "I told you!"

Rafe couldn't contain his smile, finding some sort of amusement in the entire situation. "It's not like it's the first time," he shrugged, reaching for his phone.

You just sighed, pulling the blanket further up your bodies, the sleeping bags beneath you serving as a mattress. "Let's just be glad it was just her..."

"Yeah... I wouldn't be too sure about that." He scratched his chin, looking at his phone. Your brows furrowed, Rafe noticing your expression and tilting his phone for you to see his notifications.

Dad Son, please be mindful that this is a family trip and we can all hear you.

Wheezie Dude, some of us r trying to sleep. What r u doing???

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. "Oh my god. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die."

Rafe let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "I'm pretty sure you just scarred her for life."

"Everyone out there heard us," you whined. "This is your fault." You pouted.

Rafe leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes full of affection and a touch of mischief. "They'll forget about it... eventually." He leaned back on the sleeping bag, a satisfied look on his face. "Now, are you gonna spiral all night about having to face everyone tomorrow or are you gonna sleep?"

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[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”

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 13 - halloween part 2

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

cw: language, alcohol

the party was in full swing, the house covered head to toe in decorations and people all out in costumes.

you and the girls walked in arms linked, but your eyes scanned the room casually. as if you weren't immediately looking for rafe.

you spotted topper first, wearing a half arsed firefighter costume and a beer in hand. kelce was nearby, laughing with some zeta girls, dressed in a vampire outfit.

and then, by the kitchen, rafe.

wearing a ghostface costume, you almost couldn't contain yourself. he looked good. too good.

your stomach twisted.

he hadn’t seen you yet. maybe it was better that way.

you turned back toward your friends, trying to melt into the crowd, but then-

"y/n?"

his voice, behind you.

you froze, then turned slowly.

and there he was, standing a few feet away from the dance floor, tongue wetting his lips as his eyes swept over you.

"holy shit," rafe muttered. "you look…"

you raised an eyebrow, "careful. your wife might get jealous."

he didn’t laugh. not really. just took a slow step closer.

"she’s not my-" he cut himself off, shaking his head. "you look amazing."

"and you're ghostface. how original." you teased him.

"what, you don't like it?" he clutched his chest in fake offence, but you only rolled your eyes.

a relaxed silence fell between you two, in which you noticed the rest of the girls had left you alone with rafe. bitches you thought to yourself.

"can i get you a drink?" he asked sincerely.

"depends what you're going to get me."

"whatever you want sunshine."

"a rum and coke please mr ghostface." you replied, a small blush rising on your cheeks.

"coming right up.' he gave your shoulder a small squeeze as if to say 'stay right here' and disappeared further into the kitchen to make your drink.

as you pulled out a bar stall, a topless policeman came up behind you.

"looking good y/n."

you turned to face him, "jj?" you blinked, doing a double take.

he grinned, running a hand through his messy blond hair, fake badge glittering under the led lights. "what do you think? hot cop or not enough commitment?"

you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. "you’re missing literally every part of the uniform except the handcuffs."

he smirked. "they're in my back pocket. you know, just in case."

"why am i not surprised." you laughed with him.

"you waiting on someone?" he asked, leaning on the counter beside you.

before you could answer, rafe came back into the room holding your drink and one for himself.

"ah, i see." jj spoke, slowly standing to leave you two it.

"can i help you jj?" rafe spoke with a possessive tone.

"nah bro i was just leaving. talk to ya soon y/n." jj gave you an awkward side hug before walking out.

you raised an eyebrow at rafe as he handed you the rum and coke. "jealous?"

"no." rafe muttered, jaw clenched.

you sipped slowly as you studied him. "you sure? because that felt pretty territorial."

"just didn’t like the way he was looking at you," he said, stepping a little closer.

"we’re just friends," you said softly, reaching out to grab his hand before quickly pulling away. rafe noticed and swiftly pulled your hand back, tracing small circles on your wrist.

"i really like your outfit," he whispered, nudging your cat ears.

"i like yours too," you mumbled, his intense stare making you feel nervous. "except i'd like it better if you kept the mask on."

"wow. you really hate looking at my face that much?" rafe laughed, eyes never leaving yours.

you tilted your head, giving him a sweet, slow smile. "it’s not that," you teased. "it’s just… you’re less distracting when your face is covered." a surge of confidence taking over.

rafe raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "you find me distracting?"

you took another sip of your drink, ignoring the flutter in your chest. "you’re in a stupid outfit and still manage to be annoying. that’s a talent."

he leaned closer, close enough now that you had to tilt your head to look at him. "you calling me annoying, sunshine, or are you trying to admit you like looking at me?"

you rolled your eyes. "don’t flatter yourself." but your voice was lighter than you wanted it to be.

the music shifted, pulsing louder from the other room, the familiar beat of 'come as you are' started playing. “i love this song!” you turned to rafe, finishing the drink in your hand and pulling him up.

he didn’t stop you, just fell into step beside you as you pushed through the crowd back toward the living room where everyone was dancing. the soft lights glowed across his face as he followed, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable.

"you gonna dance?" you asked, tossing a look over your shoulder.

“only if it’s with you.” he pulled you in.

you laughed, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as his slid to your waist. hips starting to move a little with the rhythm. the warmth from the alcohol was finally catching up to you, softening the edge of your nerves.

your heart was racing. the way his fingers gripped you tighter, the way his gaze kept dropping to your lips like he was fighting something. he pulled you in closer, skin touching and bodies pressing.

you tried to keep your eyes anywhere but his mouth, but it was impossible. especially when he leaned in, voice just above the music. "you always dance like this? or just with me?"

you tilted your head, smirking. "if i say just with you, is your ego gonna inflate?"

"already has," he murmured, turning you around so you were pulled flushed against his chest. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his hands gripping your body like he couldn’t help it.

his fingers slid under the hem of your top, just barely. warm and confident and like he belonged there.

you should’ve pulled away. made a joke. changed the subject. but you didn’t.

"i can feel you staring," you whispered, turning your neck to look at him.

"i know." his voice was low, rougher now.

you turned fully to look up at him. neither of you looked away. your faces were inches apart, breath mixing in the tiny space between. his hand was still on your waist. yours curled in the fabric of his shirt.

"fuck this," he muttered suddenly.

you blinked. "what?"

"come with me." he pulled back slightly, already lacing his fingers with yours. "just for a minute."

you hesitated, but allowed him to drag you through the heavy crowd of people.

he led you out the back door into the cool night air, no one else around but you two.

the noise dulled the second the door shut behind you. it was quieter out here, besides the heavy breathing of the two of you.

rafe stopped by one of the trees, letting your hands drop, reluctantly, you noticed, and looked at you for a second like he wasn’t sure where to start.

"needed needed some fresh air?" you asked, worry rising.

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "no. needed to stop pretending like i wasn’t gonna kiss you."

your breath caught.

"so dramatic," you whispered, but your heart was thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it.

"maybe." he stepped in again, slower this time. deliberate. his hands found your waist like he’d been there before, like he knew every curve of it.

his voice was barely a whisper now. his eyes locked on yours. "you want me to back off?"

you didn’t say anything. you just leaned in.

it started of gentle, testing the waters. but as soon as a small gasp left your lips and your hand curled around the back of his neck, that was it.

his lips pressed harder against yours, all hesitation gone. he tasted like alcohol and something darker. he tasted like him.

your back hit the tree behind you before you even registered that he'd stepped forward again, chest flush against yours, hand slipping to your jaw.

you weren’t sure who made the sound, him or you, but your lips parted again, deeper this time, more desperate. like neither of you wanted to come up for air. like this had been building for too long and it was finally breaking.

his thumb brushed your cheek, and his other hand gripped your hip. "fuck," he muttered against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you. "been wanting to do that since the second i saw you tonight."

you blinked up at him, breathless, lips still tingling. "just tonight?"

his grin was lazy. dangerous. "don’t push it, sunshine. you know the answer already." he kept his forehead pressed to yours. "i've been losing my mind over you," he murmured.

you looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes searching. "so have i."

and rafe smiled, really smiled, before pulling you in again. slower this time, savouring your taste, hands sliding over your body.

the party felt a million miles away. it was just the two of you, hearts racing, lips colliding, unsaid sentences lost in the small space between your lips.

a/n: holllyyyy shit i am back!!! and with a bang if i do say so myself...

anyway notice the queer reference in here hehehe

hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it!!! thank u for always waiting for me and being so supportive. love u guys

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The Next Heartbeat

CEO!Rafe x Nanny/GF!Reader

a/n: based on this request! 💌

summary: You weren’t planning it, but a faint pink line changes everything. Now, you’re carrying Rafe Cameron’s second child—and watching his son become the most excited big brother in the world.

⸻

You know before the test even turns positive.

You feel it—somehow. You’ve been tired for a week straight, your stomach turning over at the smell of coffee (which Rafe makes every morning, heavy and dark and strong enough to wake the dead). You cried watching a cereal commercial last night.

Something shifted. You just knew.

Still, when you slip into the guest bathroom with trembling hands and three different brands of pregnancy tests hidden under your hoodie, it doesn’t feel real.

Not until it is.

Two pink lines.

Plus sign.

Pregnant.

All three tests confirm it. You sit on the closed toilet lid, hand pressed to your mouth, breath shaky.

You’re pregnant.

Pregnant with Rafe Cameron’s baby.

⸻

You don’t tell him that night. Mason’s energy is at full blast, bouncing between puzzles and bedtime negotiations. You’re curled up on the couch beside Rafe by the time Mason finally crashes.

He kisses your temple. You try not to cry again.

You fall asleep in his t-shirt, one hand curled over your belly like it’ll somehow ground you. Or protect you. Or prepare you for the thousand emotions rolling through your chest like a thunderstorm.

⸻

You tell him the next morning.

He’s in the kitchen, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, reading something on his phone and sipping orange juice. You watch him for a long minute—this man you’ve loved quietly, then not-so-quietly, for almost two years now. The father who balances meetings and school drop-offs and pancakes with superhero syrup designs.

He looks up and smiles when he sees you. “Hey, baby. Want a muffin?”

Your throat tightens. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Everything stops.

His hand goes still. His expression freezes. Then something softens behind his eyes—shock, confusion, and something else. Something deep.

“You think?” he says slowly.

“I—I took three tests,” you say. “So I’m pretty sure. I just… haven’t even fully processed it yet.”

He sets his glass down carefully and walks toward you, the look on his face unreadable. He stops in front of you, hands brushing over your hips, then slipping to your waist.

“Come here,” he says, voice low.

You fold into his chest.

He holds you like he’s anchoring you in place.

“You’re not mad?” you ask after a moment.

“Mad?” His hands splay over your back. “No, baby. No. I’m just… surprised. That’s all. We weren’t expecting it, but—” He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “You’re everything I want. This is everything I want.”

Tears burn behind your eyes.

“It’s just a lot,” you whisper.

“It is,” he agrees. “But we’ll do it together. Just like everything else.”

You nod against his chest, breathing him in.

He pulls your hand to his lips, kisses your knuckles, then presses his palm gently against your belly.

“We’ve got a little secret now, huh?” he murmurs.

You laugh—wet, wobbly. “Yeah. For now.”

⸻

Mason finds out two weeks later.

You and Rafe go back and forth about timing. Whether to wait longer. Whether to tell him in a special way. But one Saturday morning, you’re all in the living room in pajamas, and Mason is curled up against your side, his cheek pressed gently to your stomach like he’s done it a hundred times before.

And he says, completely out of the blue:

“Is there a baby in there?”

You and Rafe both freeze.

You glance at each other.

Mason’s eyes widen. “There is, isn’t there?!”

Rafe exhales a laugh and ruffles his hair. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

Mason practically vibrates with excitement. “WAIT. So I’m gonna be a big brother?!”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, bud. You are.”

He screams in joy. Like actual shrieking, followed by an immediate flurry of questions.

“When will they be here? Can I hold them? Do they like dinosaurs? What if they don’t like ketchup?!”

You’re crying and laughing at the same time. Rafe reaches over and laces your fingers together, squeezing your hand.

Mason finally goes quiet and climbs up into your lap, his small hand resting gently over your belly.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers. “I’m your brother. I’m gonna teach you how to play Mario Kart and how to do cartwheels and how to ask Dad for cookies without him knowing it was your idea.”

Rafe groans. “Unbelievable.”

You smile through tears. “This kid is gonna have the best big brother in the world.”

Mason beams like it’s the highest honor he’s ever received.

And maybe it is.

⸻

That night, after the house is quiet and Mason is snoring softly down the hall, Rafe pulls you into his arms in bed and rests his hand over your belly.

“You really okay?” he whispers. “You’ve barely had time to breathe.”

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “Scared. But happy.”

He kisses your forehead. “We’ll figure it all out.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You turn toward him and rest your hand over his. “You’re gonna be the best dad to both of them.”

He swallows hard.

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” he murmurs.

You fall asleep like that—his hand over your stomach, his breath in your hair, your whole future curled up between you.

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a/n: this one melted me into a puddle. i’m such a sucker for soft domestic pregnancy reveals, mason being the most enthusiastic big brother, and rafe going from “oh shit” to “i’m all in” in 0.5 seconds.

♥️ lani

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“Unfinished Business”

warnings:toxic relationship,obsession,possessiveness,loss of virginity,gaslighting,emotional manipulation and etc

Rafe Cameron was the golden boy of Figure Eight—the rich, charming heir to his family’s fortune. He had it all: a beautiful wife, a sprawling estate, and a reputation to uphold. But beneath the carefully curated perfection, he was a man with desires, weaknesses. And for two years, that weakness had been you.

You were the secret, the hidden temptation he couldn’t resist. It started with stolen glances, turned into lingering touches, and then into something far more destructive. You lost your virginity to him, gave him everything you had, but in the end, you were nothing more than a shadow in his life—a second choice.

And you were finally done.

The sheets were tangled around your legs as you lay in Rafe’s bed, staring at the ceiling while he slept beside you. His arm was draped possessively over your waist, as if he owned you, as if he had any right to keep you there when you were nothing more than a dirty little secret.

The past two years had been a slow, torturous unraveling of yourself. At first, you convinced yourself that it was worth it. That being his—even in the shadows—was better than not having him at all. But with every night he went home to her, with every time he kissed you breathless only to whisper, “You know I can’t leave her,” your heart cracked a little more.

Not anymore.

You carefully moved his arm, slipping out of the bed without a sound. The cool air hit your bare skin as you reached for your clothes, heart hammering in your chest. You had to get out before he woke up. Before he could stop you.

But as you reached for the doorknob

As your fingers barely grazed the doorknob, a deep voice sliced through the silence.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your heart leapt into your throat as you turned to see Rafe sitting up in bed, his tousled hair falling over his forehead, eyes dark with sleep—and something far more dangerous.

“I’m leaving,” you said, voice steadier than you felt.

Rafe let out a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Funny.” He leaned back against the headboard, stretching like he had all the time in the world. “Come back to bed.”

You swallowed hard. This was always how it went. He would say something, and you would fold. You would forget the way your stomach twisted when he left you alone, forget the way he would pretend you didn’t exist in public. But not this time.

“No.”

His expression darkened. “Excuse me?”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “I said no, Rafe. I’m done. Two years. That’s how long I’ve wasted on you. I gave you everything, and you gave me nothing.” Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed through it. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He was completely still. Watching. Assessing.

Then, in an instant, he was off the bed. You barely had time to react before he was in front of you, caging you against the door. His hand pressed flat against the wood beside your head, his body heat swallowing you whole.

“You’re not serious,” he said, voice low and lethal.

Your breathing was shallow, but you lifted your chin. “I am.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists. “Bullshit,” he spat. “You love me.”

A pang shot through you. Maybe once, you had. But love meant nothing when you were constantly reminded that you weren’t enough for him.

“I loved you,” you corrected. “But I won’t be your second choice anymore.”

Something snapped in his expression.

For the first time in all these years, Rafe looked desperate. Panicked.

“You’re not leaving me,” he growled. “You think you can just walk away? After everything?”

Your back pressed harder against the door. “What else do you expect me to do, Rafe? Wait around until you’re bored of your wife?” The bitterness was thick in your throat. “I was stupid enough to think you would pick me. But you never will.”

He exhaled sharply, his head tilting down so his forehead nearly touched yours. “You don’t get it,” he murmured. “You were never my second choice.”

Your heart clenched. Liar.

You forced yourself to shove against his chest. He didn’t budge at first, but after a moment, he let you go.

“This is over, Rafe,” you whispered. “Don’t call me. Don’t look for me.”

Then, before you could hesitate, you turned the doorknob and walked out.

Rafe stood in the middle of the room, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He felt like the ground had just been ripped from under him.

You had never left before.

Never stood up to him like that.

His hands ran through his hair as a ragged breath left his lips. He told himself it was fine. That you would come back. That you needed him just as much as he needed you.

But something felt different.

The finality in your voice. The way you didn’t hesitate when you walked away.

His stomach twisted violently.

He grabbed his phone and dialed your number. Straight to voicemail.

Again. Nothing.

A sharp, “Fuck!” tore from his throat as he hurled his phone across the room. It shattered against the wall, but the anger didn’t subside.

You were his.

His to touch. His to ruin.

And he’d be damned if he let you forget that.

The next week was hell.

Rafe tried everything. He showed up at your apartment. Your job. Your favorite café.

Nothing.

You had disappeared from his world completely.

His wife started noticing his moods. The sleepless nights. The way he barely spoke. But he didn’t care.

You had no right to leave him. Not after everything.

Not after he had given himself to you in ways he never had with anyone else.

His obsession grew darker, more uncontrollable.

Then one night, he saw you.

You were at a bar, laughing, looking free in a way that made his blood boil. But it wasn’t just that.

You weren’t alone.

Some guy—some fucking nobody—had his hands on you. Leaning in too close. Whispering in your ear.

Rafe saw red.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he was across the room.

Your eyes widened just as he grabbed your wrist, yanking you away from the guy.

“Rafe—!”

But he wasn’t listening.

“You think you can just move on?” His grip tightened. “Like I never fucking mattered?”

“Let me go!” You struggled against him, but he only pulled you closer, face inches from yours.

“You’re mine.” His voice was deadly quiet.

“Rafe, stop!”

The guy you had been with stood up, eyes narrowing. “Dude, let her go.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Or what?”

The guy barely had a second to react before Rafe’s fist collided with his jaw.

Chaos erupted.

You screamed his name, but he didn’t stop. He kept going until blood coated his knuckles, until you were shoving against him, tears in your eyes.

“Enough!” Your voice cracked. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Rafe’s breath was heavy, chest rising and falling. He barely even looked at the guy on the ground. His eyes were locked onto you.

“You don’t get to do this,” you whispered, voice shaking. “You don’t get to ruin me and then act like you care.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched. “I do care.”

You shook your head, stepping back. “No, you don’t. You just don’t want to lose your toy.”

Something flickered in his gaze—something raw, something unhinged.

“You’re not leaving me,” he said again, softer this time.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. “I already did.”

And then, before he could stop you, you turned and ran.

Rafe sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly he thought it might snap.

He had gone too far.

But he couldn’t let you go.

He wouldn’t.

If he couldn’t have you… no one could.

A slow, eerie smile curled on his lips as an idea formed in his mind.

You wanted to walk away? Fine.

But this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

[rudyking]

My enemy's girl:

JJ is in love with Yn, Rafe Cameron's girl. One night he finds her with bruises all over her and JJ doesn't have to guess who the artist is.

The salt-laced wind was a familiar caress against JJ’s sun-kissed skin, whipping his shaggy blonde hair into a chaotic halo around his face. It was the kind of wind that tasted like freedom and uncertainty, a constant reminder that life on the Cut was a precarious balancing act between scraping by and chasing ghosts. JJ, with his deep-set dimples usually crinkled in a smart-alecky grin, felt that balance tipping precariously today. It always did when he thought about her.

Yn. The name was a soft cadence in his mind, a stark contrast to the rough edges of his world. She was sunshine on a stormy day, calm water in a hurricane. And she belonged to Rafe Cameron. The thought was a fist twisting in his gut, sour and bitter.

He’d loved her forever, it felt like. Long before Rafe's entitled claws had sunk into her, long before she’d started moving in circles he didn't belong in. He loved her for her laugh, which was like wind chimes in a breeze; for her eyes, which held an ancient kindness; for the way she looked at the world, seeing light even in the deepest shadows. He loved her because she saw past the defense mechanisms, the rebellion, the reckless facade, and saw him – the loyal, vulnerable kid who just wanted a safe harbor.

But she was with Rafe. The Kook prince, volatile and vicious, gilded with privilege and rotten to the core. JJ had seen the way Rafe looked at people, with a cold, calculating gaze that promised nothing good. He’d seen the rumors, heard the whispers. He knew Rafe had a temper that could ignite without warning, fueled by entitlement and whatever poison he was pumping into his veins these days.

JJ usually avoided the Figure Eight side of the island like the plague, but today, a delivery run for Heyward had taken him close. He was cutting through a less manicured path near the marsh, a shortcut he knew from years of exploring, when he saw her.

Yn. She was sitting on an overturned dinghy half-hidden by sea grass, staring out at the murky water. Her shoulders were slumped, her slight frame looking smaller than usual. Even from the distance, JJ felt the familiar pull, the instinctive need to make her smile, to chase away whatever shadow was dimming her light. He opened his mouth to call out, a playful, sarcastic greeting ready on his tongue, when he noticed it.

She was holding her arm strangely, cradling it close to her body. Her hair, usually neat, was slightly disheveled, and her clothes looked rumpled. A knot of unease tightened in JJ's chest. He approached quietly, his footsteps muffled by the sand and grass.

“Yn?” he called softly, his usual boisterousness muted.

She startled, her head snapping up. Her eyes, when they met his, were wide and filled with a raw, unprotected pain that punched the air clean out of his lungs. She quickly tried to smooth her hair, to straighten her clothes, a faint, strained smile appearing on her lips.

“JJ? Hey,” she said, her voice a little shaky.

He stopped a few feet away, his blue eyes scanning her face, her posture. The small smile didn’t reach her eyes. It looked fragile, ready to break.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

She nodded, pulling her arm closer. “Yeah, totally. Just… enjoying the view.”

The view was marsh grass and distant mangroves. Not exactly postcard material. His gaze lingered on her arm. Then, he saw it. A dark smudge just visible beneath the cuff of her sleeve. Instinct, sharp and cold, told him it wasn't dirt.

He took a step closer, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a tense alertness that set his jaw. “What’s on your arm?”

She flinched almost imperceptibly, her smile faltering completely. “Nothing. Just… brushed against something.”

He didn't believe her for a second. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the shadowed area. He saw another hint of color, a darker patch near her wrist. And then, as she shifted slightly, he saw the edge of a bruise blooming on her cheekbone, partially obscured by her hair, a sickly yellow-purple against her skin.

The air grew heavy. The sound of the gulls, the distant hum of a boat engine, everything faded into white noise. JJ’s world narrowed to just her, sitting there, trying to hide the undeniable truth etched onto her skin.

Bruises. All over her.

His mind flashed with possibilities, quick, frantic excuses: She fell. Tripped. An accident. But the way she flinched, the way her eyes held a desperate, trapped look… JJ didn’t have to guess who the artist was. He knew. The images of Rafe Cameron, his sneering face, his unpredictable rage, slammed into him with visceral certainty. It was him. It had to be him.

A wave of pure, unadulterated rage washed over JJ, so hot and intense it made his vision swim for a second. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white. Every protective instinct, every ounce of loyalty he possessed, flared into an inferno. He wanted to roar, to break something, to hunt Rafe down and make him pay for every single mark on her. His temper, usually simmering just below the surface, threatened to boil over.

But he looked at Yn again, at her vulnerability, the fear flickering in her eyes as she watched his reaction. He saw her trying to be brave, trying to minimize it, probably trying to protect him from doing something stupid. And the rage, while still burning, was tempered by a profound, aching tenderness and a fierce resolve. He couldn't scare her. Not now. He had to be the calm in her storm, the safe place she was clearly desperate for.

He forced himself to unclench his hands, though the tremor didn’t completely stop. He took a slow, steadying breath, the salty air doing little to cool the fire in his chest. He walked the remaining steps towards her, his gaze fixed on hers.

He knelt down in front of her, ignoring the damp sand soaking into his jeans. He kept his face soft, his voice low, stripping away the sarcasm, the smart-alecky edge he usually hid behind. This was just him, JJ, the kid who loved her, seeing the girl he loved in pain.

“Yn,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Show me.”

Her lower lip trembled. She looked away, out towards the marsh again. “It’s nothing, JJ, really. I just—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted gently, but with an unwavering firmness that brooked no argument. “Please. Don’t lie to me.”

He reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away. He hesitated for a moment, then gently, very gently, took her cradled arm. He carefully pushed up her sleeve, his heart sinking further with each inch of revealed skin. There were several dark bruises, varying in size and color, mottling her forearm. Some looked fresh, others older, a horrifying tapestry of violence. He saw the faint, finger-shaped marks on her wrist.

His eyes tracked up her arm, to her shoulder where the fabric of her shirt was twisted awkwardly. Carefully, with a tenderness that felt almost sacred, he adjusted the collar, revealing another bruise, larger and darker than the others. He saw the faint discoloration on her neck. His gaze went back to her face, confirming the bruise on her cheekbone.

He didn’t need to see any more. The truth was screaming at him from every mark on her beautiful, kind skin. Rafe. Rafe Cameron. He could practically see the bastard doing it, his face contorted in anger, his hands raised against her. The urge to stand up, to run, to find Rafe and beat him until he couldn’t stand was almost overwhelming. His muscles coiled, ready for action.

But Yn was still sitting there, watching him, her eyes full of a silent plea he couldn’t decipher – a plea for help? For understanding? For him not to do anything crazy?

He stayed kneeling. He didn’t touch the bruises, didn’t want to cause her any more pain. He just looked, taking it all in, letting the reality sink its cruel teeth into his soul. The playful, carefree exterior JJ Maybank was known for shattered like glass. What was left was devastatingly vulnerable, fiercely protective.

“He did this,” JJ stated, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, which somehow made it more terrifying. It wasn’t a question. It was a cold, hard fact he was speaking into existence.

Yn finally looked at him, her eyes pooling with tears she had clearly been trying to hold back. A single tear tracked a path down her cheek, dangerously close to the bruise there. She didn’t answer, but her silence was a louder confirmation than any words could have been. She just nodded, a small, jerky motion.

Seeing her cry, seeing the raw hurt in her eyes, broke something inside JJ. The rage shifted, transforming into a deep, aching sorrow and a burning, absolute certainty. He couldn’t leave her like this. He couldn’t let her go back to him. He couldn’t pretend he hadn't seen this.

He reached out again, this time to gently cup her face, his thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped. His touch was feather-light, infinitely careful.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice thick with unshed emotion. “Look at me, Yn.”

She met his gaze, her eyes searching his.

“You don’t deserve this,” he said, his voice trembling slightly despite his effort to control it. “You don’t ever deserve this. Nobody does. Especially not you.”

He saw the flicker of surprise, then something else – relief? Trust? – in her eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, not accusatory, just wanting to understand.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. “I… I thought… I thought I could handle it. That it wouldn’t happen again. He was sorry. He said he wouldn’t…” Her voice trailed off, the broken promises hanging heavy in the air.

JJ’s heart ached. He knew firsthand about cycles of abuse, about hoping things would get better, about the lies people tell themselves. He pulled his hand away from her face, balling his fists again, harder this time, digging his fingernails into his palms to ground himself, to keep the roaring beast of his anger contained.

“Sorry?” he scoffed, the word a bitter taste in his mouth. “Sorry doesn’t un-bruise you, Yn. Sorry doesn’t make this okay.”

He stood up, pacing a short distance on the sand, running a hand roughly through his hair. His mind was racing, formulating plans, discarding them just as quickly. Call the cops? Rafe was a Cameron, they’d find a way to bury it. Confront Rafe? That would end in a fight, maybe worse, and wouldn’t necessarily protect Yn long-term. What could he do? What should he do?

He turned back to her, kneeling again, needing to be at her level. He gently took her hands, holding them between his. Her skin was cold.

“Yn,” he said, his voice low and earnest. All the layers were gone now. This was the real JJ, the fiercely loyal, protective heart beating beneath the rebellious surface. “You can’t stay there. Not anymore.”

She pulled her hands away, wrapping her arms around herself again. “Where would I go, JJ? He’ll just find me. And he’ll be… angrier.”

The fear in her voice was like a physical blow. He knew the power Rafe wielded. He knew the danger. But he also knew he couldn't leave her to face that danger alone.

“You come with me,” he said immediately, the words out before he could fully process the implications. “You come stay with me and the guys. It’s not much, the shack, but it’s safe. He won’t find you there. And if he tries…” His jaw set, his eyes hardening with a dangerous glint. “If he tries, he’ll have to go through me.”

He meant it. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to protect her, to shield her from the ugliness she’d been subjected to. His loyalty wasn’t just for his Pogue brothers; it extended fiercely, passionately, to her.

Yn looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise, maybe even a flicker of hope mixed with her fear. “JJ, you can’t. It’s too dangerous. For you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, his voice firm. “Worry about you. Please, Yn. Let me help you.”

He saw the conflict in her eyes – the ingrained fear of Rafe, the uncertainty of stepping into his chaotic world, but also the desperation for a way out, for someone to just see and offer a lifeline.

He reached out and gently, so carefully, brushed the hair away from the bruise on her cheek again. His touch was a silent promise.

“Just for tonight,” he urged, pushing aside the logical voice that told him this was insane, that he was putting himself and the guys in danger. Logic had no place here. This was about love, about protection, about the fundamental need to keep the light of her safe from the forces trying to extinguish it. “Just come back with me. We’ll figure the rest out later. I just… I can’t leave you here like this.”

He waited, his heart pounding in his chest, watching her face, praying she would say yes. His vulnerability was laid bare, his deep love for her evident in the intensity of his gaze, the tremor in his hands. He wasn't just offering her shelter; he was offering her a piece of his soul, placing his own safety and everything he had on the line for her.

Finally, slowly, reluctantly, Yn nodded. It was a small nod, but it was enough.

A wave of relief, so profound it made him feel momentarily weak, washed over JJ. He managed a small, genuine smile, one that reached his deep dimples for the first time since he’d seen her face.

“Okay,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Okay. Come on. Let’s get you outta here.”

He stood up and offered her his hand. She hesitated for only a second before placing her small, bruised hand in his. Her fingers were cold, but her grip, though hesitant, was steady.

As he helped her up, keeping a careful eye on her injured arm, JJ’s gaze swept over the marsh, towards the direction of Figure Eight. The rage was still there, a cold, hard knot in his stomach, but it was now accompanied by a fierce, unwavering resolve. Rafe had laid a hand on her.

That was a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. JJ didn’t know exactly what came next, didn’t have a concrete plan beyond getting her somewhere safe. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty: he would protect her. Whatever it took. The carefree JJ had just died in the marsh grass. The protector had been born. And Rafe Cameron was about to find out exactly what happens when you hurt someone JJ Maybank loves.

[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.

[momentomorix]

I Just Wanna Know

NF - I Just Wanna Know

Summary: You hadn’t been completely honest, but you’d learned that sometimes, staying silent was the best thing to do.

Warnings: None

Writers notes: English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations. 

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

He was driving a little too fast, the rain flooding the sides of the road made the car’s tires slip, but he couldn’t calm the fury swelling inside him.

Months without any news, because you had decided to draw a line under him—without warning.

And yet, it was him who found you on the sidewalk, in the middle of the night, the rain your only companion.

You had broken his heart, but he was still there.

Rafe didn’t understand your silences, though he had tried, even when you stayed in high school while he started university. He called every day, constant messages trying to understand, drove two hours in the middle of the night just to make sure you were alive—thanks to your father who told him you were, but that you didn’t want to see him.

He didn’t understand, but in the end, he let you go, since that’s what you wanted.

The most painful thing wasn’t letting you go, but realizing that you wanted it.

You didn’t care about losing him.

Your silhouette remained frozen on the seat, shivering after having spent some time by the roadside in the cold before being found by Rafe.

Your hands were limp, resting on your thighs that moved with every turn taken a little too sharply. Your mouth slightly open, gasping for air you couldn’t appreciate as your heart raced.

Sobs flowed inside you, but you showed nothing, and it drove Rafe crazy as he waited for a sign, something to show that your friendship had meant something to you — if not your story.

But nothing.

You had taken everything from him.

The little trust he had managed to build towards others, the self-esteem he regained after quitting drugs with your help, the memories that kept him going when nightmares came. The little love he thought he was capable of giving. He felt like shit, convinced he had done something wrong for you to erase him as if he had never mattered. But the shit was you. You knew it. Too cowardly, not strong enough. A burden in his life.

Rafe had ended up adopting the same attitude as you: erasing you.

He had thrown your memories into an old shoebox: a photo of the two of you where you were grimacing because the sun was in your eyes, an orange lighter, a purple pearl necklace…

A bunch of nostalgic junk he had hidden in a closet.

Your friendship should have been stronger than that — it went back to when you were five, and it broke only six months ago.

Because of you.

You had bumped into each other again, around an aisle in the convenience store, but you kept walking without giving him a glance or a word.

Since when had you become so cold towards him?

You had promised to be there for him, but you didn’t really mean it — otherwise, you wouldn’t have given up so quickly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Why did he find you late at night, alone, risking that something might happen to you?

He didn’t shout, and maybe that was the worst for you. He asked softly, almost coldly.

He was uncomfortable in the car, running his hand through his hair, massaging his neck to ease the growing tension, his mouth dry.

You could have answered him now, told him the truth: that being alone was your way of punishing yourself.

But you chose silence instead.

University was a fresh start for him, and maybe you weren’t going to the same school, but you had promised to stay the same.

You had jumped ship, leaving him alone to drift aboard, and the saddest part was that he was used to it. You weren’t the first to let him down.

But he never thought you would too.

“I thought we were close.”

He whispered those words, himself disturbed at breaking his own rule: never talk about it.

He was supposed to have forgotten you, damn it.

Yet, he sometimes wondered who you were having fun with, making him want to vomit every time he imagined someone else by your side. Scrolling through social media to see where you were at, but you never posted anything, gave no sign of life,as if you wanted to erase your existence.

But why?

You clenched your fists, the only sign that you were listening to what he was saying, and he was almost relieved. His words hit you. The windshield wipers swept rapidly across the rain pouring down on the windshield. Soon, he could hardly see anything as he parked in front of your place, the lights off indicating your father hadn’t come back yet. The night swallowed everything, Rafe’s face only lit by the moon, and it hurt you to see that he hadn’t changed. If only he had kept walking. “Why?”

Leaning back against the seat, he turned his face toward you, suddenly tired.

Staying by your side had taken more energy than he expected.

“You’re the one who started it.”

You closed your eyes tightly at his accusation, biting your lip to keep from saying everything.

You should have gotten out of the car, but you didn’t even have the strength to open the door.

“You said you had feelings.”

Of course you did. You always had — how could it be otherwise?

Rafe and you were like best friends, an unlikely duo given how different you were, starting with your social class.

Your heart had sensed it before you did, but you fell in love with him one night when he came to meet you at the old abandoned kiosk. He was late, still damp from his shower after basketball practice, and it happened right then.

You held on like that for a few weeks, just to not lose him, but eventually, you let go.

It was like falling — sudden, uncontrollable — when you grabbed his face to kiss him and make him understand you liked him a little too much.

What a thrill when he held you close as you tried to pull away, too surprised by your own move.

Everything exploded in his mind the moment your lips met.

Finally.

You had planned to see each other again that very evening, but you didn’t show up.

You had said you loved him. But with your actions, you made him understand the opposite: that you were mistaken, that he was no longer the one you wanted.

That he wasn’t enough.

“Who are you?”

Because the girl standing in front of him was a stranger, a pale copy of the girl he had known.

You had always been honest with him, sometimes arguing over your lack of tact. Now, you just stayed silent — for months.

“Talk, damn it!” “I don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered, exhausted.

Hearing your voice surprised him, and he stared at you without saying a word for a moment. The wet puppy you were still managed to fascinate him. It was still there, deep in his gut, despite himself.

“If I did something... you should have told me,” he murmured, hurt.“I know the junkie I was was…”

“Stop.”

“I messed up, I know that.” Flashbacks of nights consumed by powder came rushing back to him. “It was complicated, and I lost your trust, but I—” “Damn it, it has nothing to do with that!” you finally shouted.

Your nerves broke down, you couldn’t breathe properly, and his calm presence wasn’t helping.

You were the one who gave up, and he thought he was to blame?

You suddenly opened the door, fleeing the suffocating atmosphere. The rain poured down on you, brutal, as if punishing your lack of courage.

“Y/N!” Rafe shouted, stepping out after you.

You didn’t listen, quickening your pace to hide behind your walls. Trembling, you managed to open the old door that creaked ominously.

When you tried to close it behind you, the door suddenly got stuck against Rafe’s foot.

“What—”

Too surprised, you didn’t stop him when he pushed the door open to come inside.

You stepped back as his silhouette moved toward you, tense.

“The truth.”

His voice was hard, leaving no room for lies.

“Rafe—” “You left me, you didn’t come that night.” “I didn’t leave you,” you defended yourself, “we weren’t together.” “Don’t play with that,” he snapped. “Don’t act like it didn’t happen!”

None of this should have happened, not that night.

“Did you play with me?” His voice cracked at the harsh conclusion he could draw. “Did you realize I wasn’t good enough for you?” “How can you think that?” Hurt by his words, you couldn’t hold back a tear. “Are you seriously asking that?! You left, damn it! You...” “I wasn’t good enough!” you shouted, pointing your finger at your chest. “I wasn’t good enough for you, Rafe!” “Where does that come from?” he stammered, confused.

He had never made remarks about you living in The Cut, about your modest lifestyle, or about your different social classes.

Never.

“Stop running away, damn it!” He followed you into the kitchen. “What the hell is this?! You don’t want to face it, so you’re looking for old excuses to—” “It’s your father, Rafe!” “What, my father?!” “He came to my place that afternoon.”

You still remembered the excitement you felt getting ready — not too much, just enough — before going to meet him. What a surprise it was to find Ward Cameron on your porch when you opened the door, thinking Rafe was early.

“I appreciate the help you give my son, but he is destined for great things. Rafe must go to university — and you represent a hindrance to his future.”

Ward had always hoped your friendship would end, convinced it would lead to nothing more.

But he was clearly wrong, and he had to intervene to crush the first sparks of a romance.

“He told me to stay in my place, that you had a bright future but that I would hold you back because I wasn’t like you.” “And you believed him?” His body tensed, expelling all the air from his lungs. Dry-mouthed, Rafe stepped back, staring at you.

Was it really that simple?

“I stopped doing drugs as soon as I realized I was going to lose what you gave me, even if it was just friendship.” He gave a bitter smirk. “I waited for you to tell me it was mutual… All that, just for you not to fight for us, while my father’s trying to make you believe bullshit?!”

You were almost relieved to hear how disgusted he was, his furious gaze waiting for you to deny it.

But nothing came.

“You’re right, I deserve better.”

He slammed the door behind him, his heart in pieces but ready to turn the page. Well, not just yet: it would still take him two years before you became just a memory, and another year after that to stop thinking about you.

You suffered, but silently, always.

You hadn’t been completely honest, but you had learned that sometimes silence was the best choice.

Ward had indeed come that afternoon, but when he asked you to leave his son alone, you made it clear that in The Cut, you didn’t listen to the kook.

So he threatened your father, knowing he had money problems and had gotten involved in shady deals just to keep a roof over your head. Ward Cameron, with the police in his pocket, would have no trouble getting your father arrested for a few years.

So you had given in.

Years later, when you saw Rafe from afar, you smiled.

You didn’t reach out, preferring to let him be, with the woman who now bore his name.

He was happy, and that was all that mattered — even if it was without you.

Rafe’s success — without his father, whom he had cut out of his life years before — made him proud, now at the head of the family empire.

He had made it, and you knew you had made the right choice by letting him go.

Often, he would catch sight of your silhouette in the distance, your hair always flowing freely down your back. He would watch you when he passed the market early in the morning, just to see you set up your pearl necklace stand.

He was married, with a beautiful woman by his side.

But he knew she wasn’t you.

Another with Rafe : 1 2 Or with JJ : 1 2 3 4 5

[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.

[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."

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 7 - anytime, sunshine

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

cw: language, alcohol, drugs, drink spiking (read at own risk)

you hadn’t planned on going, but the girls wanted you to come so badly and how could you ever say no to them. so there you found yourself standing outside the kappa tau house once again.

you adjusted your outfit, inhaled deeply, and followed the girls in.

you met the others (jj, pope and john b) and started to enjoy the night with them, having drink after drink, letting the alcohol take over.

you felt someone come up behind you and whisper in your ear "didn’t think you’d actually show."

you didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"didn’t plan on it," you replied coldly, raising your cup to your lips, finally turning around to face him.

"and yet, here you are." he gave you a once-over, slow and deliberate. "you look nice princess."

you rolled your eyes. "do you have a tally for how many times you call me that in a day?"

"i could switch it up," he offered, leaning in a little. "angel, pretty, honey, take your pick."

"i’ll stick with none, thanks."

he grinned. "feisty tonight."

"you think i’m joking?"

"never."

"whatever. see you later." you walked away from him without another word.

you joined the girls, ignoring the feeling you had in your chest after your conversation with rafe. why did he have to get into your skin so much?

you got yourself another drink, leaving it on the side as you turned to talk to sarah. "so how's it going with john b?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

sarah blushed, "good, i hope. i don't know. i really like him."

"and he likes you too," you said, taking a sip of your drink.

"you think?" sarah questioned.

"i know so." you giggled, a slight dizziness taking over you.

sarah continued talking, and you laughed at something she said. you went to take another sip from your cup, then paused. it suddenly didn’t taste like anything you remembered.

the music thumped loudly around you, lights flashing, bodies moving, but your own body felt slow, sluggish, like you weren’t fully inside of it anymore.

"hey,” you muttered to sarah, but the words came out wrong, slurred and uncertain. "i don’t feel good."

she turned toward you, worried. "what? what do you mean?"

you tried to answer, but the floor tilted, and your vision swam, turning black. your knees buckled, and someone caught you. strong arms. familiar smell. a voice you would've rolled your eyes at but in this moment suddenly felt like safety.

"woah, hey, easy. i got you."

"wha…?”" you mumbled, gripping his shirt as he steadied you.

"you okay?” his tone wasn’t teasing. it was serious. concerned.

"she’s burning up, he muttered to sarah, putting a hand to your forhead. his arm remaining firmly around your waist. "how much did she drink?"

"not enough to be like this," sarah said quickly, unease etched on her face. "she said her drink tasted weird."

rafe’s expression darkened. "who gave it to her?"

"i don’t know," sarah said, panic rising in her voice.

rafe didn’t wait. "i’m getting her out of here." he hoisted you up into his arms without hesitation, like you weighed nothing at all. you were vaguely aware of sarah’s voice behind you, calling out, but everything sounded like it was underwater.

"i’ll text you when she’s okay," rafe said over his shoulder, his voice tight.

you wanted to protest, say you were fine, that you didn’t need help, but the words never came. your body didn’t feel like your own anymore.

rafe didn’t speak as he walked, carrying you upstairs. one arm under your knees, the other cradling your back like he was afraid you’d disappear.

the next thing you were fully conscious of was soft sheets under your back, your head spinning as you blinked up at unfamiliar ceilings.

"hey, hey," rafe said gently, crouching beside the bed. his bed. you were in his room.

"where-” you croaked, your throat dry.

"my room," he said. "don’t freak out. you passed out, and i didn’t want to take you to some random dorm or leave you at the party. you’re safe. okay?" he slowly moved hair out of your face, his touch lingering.

you studied him, dazed and suspicious. but his voice wasn’t cocky. it wasn’t sarcastic. it was calm. measured. sincere.

"i didn’t- drink that much," you slurred, still defensive even in your state.

"i know." his jaw tensed. "someone fucked with your drink. you got spiked. i'm sorry y/n."

you turned your head away, heart thudding too hard. anxiety rising.

"i shouldn’t have let you out of my sight," he muttered, almost to himself, standing and pacing the room. "i swear to god, if i find out who did it-"

"you’re not… mad at me?" you asked, eyes fluttering as the dizziness came back again.

that made him stop. "mad at you? jesus, no." he walked back over, crouching again to your level. "i’m just glad i saw you when i did."

he handed you a fresh water bottle, his fingers brushing against yours for a second too long. you sat up and drank it slowly as he sat with his back against the wall next to his bed, watching you, almost like he didn’t trust himself to be closer.

you let the silence stretch, your thoughts hazy. his presence was strangely comforting. he didn't say anything, but neither did you. you didn't need to.

you took deep breaths, fighting the nausea but beginning to come back to your senses. "don’t let this go to your head," you mumbled finally, voice small, "but… thank you."

he looked over at you, meeting your eyes, his own softening. "anytime, sunshine."

you didn't even have time to process the new nickname before you passed out in his bed.

a/n: oh he wants the cookie so effing bad

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[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

[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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[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

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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