#outer banks drabble

[ds-angel1]

i’m not sure if u take reqs but could u do serialkiller!rafe giving reader a bath? like he fills it with bubble bath and washes her

Bath time

The tub is already running when he brings you in. You’re still in your little bunny nightgown, trailing after him with sleepy eyes and sticky hands, pinky curled around his finger like a leash.

“Look, pretty girl,” Rafe murmurs as he kneels beside the porcelain, arm reaching in to swirl the water with a bare, veined forearm.

You stand there swaying while he undresses you. First the bow in your hair, undone carefully with both hands. Then your nightgown, pulled up over your arms and head until you’re bare, lips parted in a sleepy little pout.

“You don’t gotta do nothin’,” Rafe murmurs, kissing your shoulder, then your jaw.

“Just be good and let me take care of you, ‘kay?”

You nod again, hands resting at your sides, trusting and warm and naked in the golden bathroom light. When he lifts you into the tub, you gasp at the heat, then giggle as the bubbles lick your skin, mountain peaks of pink foam piling around your chest.

“Warm?” he asks softly, brushing your hair back.

“Mhm,” you hum. He smiles as he kneels beside the tub again, sleeves rolled up past the elbow. His fingers are rough where they reach into the water, palming your shoulder. Then your back. Then gently down your side, over your tummy.

He soaps you slowly, using a soft cloth and a bottle of body wash.

Everything he uses smells like sugar and milk. You blink drowsily at him, head tipped to the side, cheek nestled in the crook of your own shoulder. Rafe rubs circles into your back as he washes it, soothing, mindless.

He hums under his breath, a lullaby, maybe. Or something older. A church tune. It sounds like love and violence.

“You’re so good,” he tells you, voice thick as he cups water to pour over your shoulders.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” You nod, small and content.

“Mhm. Daddy’s girl.”

The words make him shiver. He washes your thighs next. Then your legs, each foot lifted carefully into his lap. He dries your toes one by one with the edge of a towel before setting them back in the water.

You giggle when his thumb brushes your arch. He kisses your ankle like penance.

By the time he reaches for your shampoo, you’re nearly asleep, lip sucked between your teeth and eyelids fluttering.

You don’t even notice when he lifts your hair, lathering your scalp with both hands like you’re a little doll.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he whispers as he tilts your head back, rinsing your hair in slow, cupped splashes.

“See? All clean.” You blink up at him, eyes shining and unfocused.

“Now can I have candy?” He laughs under his breath, soft and cracked.

“Yeah, baby. You can have all the candy in the world.”

And you smile.

[rafeysbunny]

brother's bsf!rafe popping your cherry

there is absolutely nothing that rafe craves more than to fuck you, his best friend's little sister. he knows it is wrong, but he can't help himself when you're so fucking pretty, always wandering around in those cute little skirts and tops you like to wear, round tits almost spilling out of the thin fabric.

god, he's so obsessed with you.

you're always in his mind, all the fucking time, the thought of you haunting him every night when he goes to bed. and every single one of those nights, he ends up jerking off at the thought of you, like a bloody perv, to be able to finally fall asleep.

he knows topper'd kill him if he ever finds out about his massive crush on his baby sister, but that fact doesn't stop him from getting you alone in your guest bathroom as soon as the alcohol knocks your brother out cold on the couch. and now he has your gorgeous body pinned against the sink, the party still in full swing outside in your house while you two sloppily make out.

he's hard as a rock inside his slacks just by kissing you, the taste of your cherry chapstick lingering in your plump lips, as if you weren't just sweet enough already. it doesn't help his case the way you're whimpering so prettily into his mouth, your body arching against his as he grips your hips tightly, which has the silky fabric of your skirt all crumpled.

he tears his lips away from yours, panting heavily as he stares down at you with pure lust in his eyes. "fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful..." he reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "listen to me, baby."

you hum dumbly in response, not really paying attention to what he's saying, you just want his lips back on yours so, so bad. your small hands fist his expensive polo, bambi eyes staring shamelessly at his mouth as you watch him talk; his words not really registering.

"hey. hey, sweetheart, eyes up here..." he taps your chin with his finger. "i need you to tell me that you want this too, a'right?"

your dazed eyes dart up to meet his blue ones while you nod obediently, your thick, long lashes fluttering in his direction. "i want it, rafe," you mutter softly, pretty voice filling in the silence of the bathroom.

his eyes darken, pupils dilating when he hears the words he's been longing to hear for months now and the intensity of his gaze makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. "that's a good girl..."

before you know it, he has you bent over the countertop, skirt pulled up 'round your waist as he fucks your pussy with his thick fingers to stretch you out. you've got the tightest cunt he's ever put his digits into, which has his cock throbbing painfully in anticipation.

despite how bad he needs to sink into you, he forces himself to give you at least one orgasm with his fingers before he yanks his pants down and slowly pushes his dick inside your sopping hole, the feeling almost too good to be real. he thrusts into you one time, two, then three, your pussy squelching lewdly around him, and his whole body feels on fire.

is this what heaven feels like? yeah, it probably is.

he'd fuck you dumb, big hand shoving your pretty face against the cool marble as he pounds your pussy into oblivion until you're creaming all over his dick, flushed cheeks stained with tears.

"such a good girl f’me," he praises as he pulls out to finish on your plush ass, thick ropes of cum painting your smooth flesh.

more.

[angelluvsrafe]

waking up naked with rafe

- request a fic - masterlist -

— ⋆·˚ ༘ * requested!

you wake up to the feeling of his arms around your waist. you roll over to face him and see him already awake.

you press your bare body further against his own, the feeling of each others skin is so intimate. rafe moves into his back, sitting up against the headboard and pulls you to straddle him.

his hands grip your waist as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“so pretty in the morning, princess…” he’d tell rasps out, his lips parting when his pretty blue eyes land on your tits. your nipples are hard due to the chilled air around you both.

rafe’s mouth twitches up at the corners before he pulls you down to him. his lips latch onto you softly, his tongue lapping at your hardened bud. you let out a soft sigh and sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

his hips involuntarily twitch up into yours. goosebumps spread down your arms and your heart rate increases at every touch.

he pulls back, looking up at you through his eyelashes with a string of saliva from his lips to your nipple. “your so perfect…” he dips his head back down and kisses the opposite boob, working the kisses from under your tit to the nipple, letting out small hums and groans.

his tongue darts out and swipes across your pigmented areola. he tilts his head and licks up your sternum before dragging his teeth back down the inner side of your right boob.

“i’m so obsessed with you, baby…” he pants, his lips wet with saliva. he rests his forehead against your glistening chest. his tongue runs over your nipple one last time as he rolls your other nipple bettween his finger and thumb. 

— ·˚ ༘ a/n im sorry this is short!

[nemesyaaa]

feel it coming // older!rafe x daughter's bff! reader

summary : you're maybe not a good friend but at least you're a good girl.

warnings : +18 content. strong age gap. smut. older man/younger girl dynamic. smoking. smut. p in v. oral (f. receiving). friend/dad betrayal. reader isn't guilty. sweet burns by cigarettes. lil fantasy. daughter's best friend trope. sir/young girl nicknames. be aware of the warning before reading.

author's note : none.

You were everything bad, the bad daughter, the bad friend, the bad girl, always needy or whimpering for everything. you were so envious of your best friend because her dad was so kind to her. that's the treatment you've been craving for and always wanted but never received. so you started to want this attention, always beingat the house of your best friend even if she was not there. knowing that rafe was divorced was also such a boost for you because you could act like his wife while no one was there. you were sweet and innocent like a flower, but also very young. the same age as his daughter. you could be her, but you were far better.

So you were at home so often, doing chores, acting sweet and caring. You took care of his laundry, you cooked his meals, you put his beers on the fridge to get them cold, you ironed and took care of his shirts, also, cleaning the house as if it were your own.

Since his ex-wife left, his daughter was somewhere with her boyfriend, you kept Rafe company. It wasn't a pity concern, but he was almost forty and he needed someone to take care of him, but more importantly, to be there for him. You were there for him, you might have done too much, but he never complained.

You were also there for his friends when he invited them over to watch the games at home, bringing new packs of beer and making sure they had enough to eat. You didn't hesitate to cook again, and when you were tired, Rafe would let you rest on his lap, ignoring his best friend's stare.

At first, Rafe wasn't really into corruption. You were fragile, sweet, and kind, so easy to manipulate and break. You were a dangerous temptation, his daughter's best friend. He hated the way your eyes were always tearful and innocent, begging not to be ignored. How was he supposed to care for you when you looked at him like that as such a nervous and little thing, so eager to satisfy and please him?

And you were so young. Literally born in the same year as his daughter. He could bet you were a virgin. How could he not corrupt you when he was already eager to teach you everything ? Was it an old man thing? The urge to teach you everything, how to kiss someone, how to pleasure yourself, how to make you feel good, how better you will be with him rather than the other guys ?

You caught him lost in thought on the front steps of the house, the perfect time to go see him. You held a beer in your hands that you had already capped and you came to sit on his lap with your favorite innocent expression.

He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke blowing over his face. You thought he was gorgeous, and it was unfair, this handsomeness as he was getting older. He was also so big; you could feel it just by sitting on his muscular legs. But also his shirts, which compressed around his muscles. And his hands, you loved playing with them, old man's hands. That was your weakness. They were strong and huge. The veins were large, but they were thicker when Rafe was groping at you.

His gaze fell on you, before he placed the burning end of his cigarette against your bare thigh. You cried out, hurt by the sudden pain of the burns.

"It hurts... really hurts!" You sniffed, as he gently mocked your pout.

"I know it hurts, baby. But It also hurts to see you wearing such vulgar clothes, because you're such an attention whore."

"So you're punishing me?"

He placed his cigarette against the inside of your thigh, watching the light quickly burning your skin. He showed you how short your skirt was by running the nicotine stick along your inner leg.

" It's not like you hate that. " he said while pressing the cigarette against the wet spot of your panties, exposing your sweet lie.

“ You like the pain. " He continued by dragging the stick against your clothed drenching folds, before slowly pushing down the burning side.

Your cooed noisily, your head turning over to the side of your shoulder. Your legs were trembling from the sensation. That was hurting but you wanted more.

" P-please..." You pleaded out, tears running down your cheeks while muffling your pain. “ S-s-stop...we can't do this outside. ”

“ Always bragging your slutty behavior and now acting ashamed about some invisible neighbors ? "

" What about your reputation ? "

" I can fuck who the fuck i want. " He said firmly, switching his place with yours to put himself between your legs.

“ But I'm very young..."

" Right ? " He carefully answered before his fingers slipped into your pussy. " Make sure they know how much then while I'm taking care of your pretty little cunt. “

Your cheeks heated. You know he was better than you at those kinds of things, his fingers were skilled enough to make you feel so good that soft moans were escaping your mouth. He was fingering you softly at the beginning, little and gentle strokes preparing your sweet core for his thicker cock. You loved everything about his hands, but damn, his fingers were insane, they knew how to please you. You can feel the huge ones brushing against the wetness of your hole, ramming back and forth until your slick hang agape everytime he was fucking you. You squirmed when the pad of his thumb played with your throbbing clit, drawing small circles, his skin rubbing gently the swollen bud, while your core was clenched hard around his fast digits.

When you were comfortable enough, his fingers took a quicker pace, speeding his movements so fast that your own hand reached without your consent against his to attempt a slower rhythm.

“ Do that again, and i will make sure all the town know what we're currently doing. ”

You removed your hand so fast and his smile widened over his lips. He was moving so rapidly inside you, the bump of his knuckle hitting you hard, squishy sounds of your pussy getting fucked brushing your ears. you should be ashamed for enjoying the feeling of your best friend’s dad stuffing your sopping core with his fingers, but also for being wet enough to hear your own arousal wetting his skin. that was such a suffocating and weird feeling. but you were fingered too dumb to bother, and it's not like you wanted him to stop. “ Stop thinking. You don't need anything to worry about. ” He said with a hoarse voice, as his thrusts got powerful.

“ You're such a bad friend, little girl. ” He murmured while pushing roughly his fingers in your insides.

“ Think you're a better person for fucking your daughter's friend ? ” You teased back, bucking your hips widely against his soaked hand. “ I never said i was a good friend, but i can be really good , sir. ”

He moved his thumb against your lips to trace the line of your mouth, and also for shushing you. Another little cry came from your eyes because of the sweet attention he gave you, so you kissed the pad of his thumb, before sucking it slowly, your tongue rolling sweetly against his skin. He watched you sucking his finger, getting him wet with saliva and spit, but also disappearing in the inside of your mouth, the gasp sound of your throat following every of your back and forth.

You were such a dangerous temptation, the one that made him lose his mind. You could break his whole world he wanted. But he was still fingering you, pumping his fingers in and out until your folded slick left soaked on his skin.

"Keep that for me," he said, placing his cigarette between your parted lips. "Careful, sweetheart. The ashes burn, but you already know that."

It was cruel to point out your pain, still slightly warm and unhealed. But before you could reply, his mouth traced the outline of your burns, tongue slid against the hot skin while placing small kisses on them, easing the suffocating pain of the heat.

"How does it feel?"

"B-better..." you cried out.

"But you're still crying. Aren't you tired of being a fucking crybaby?"

"You're the one that makes me cry!" you answered and twitched at the hold of his hand on your thigh.

"I'm the only one, yea. Keep this in that dumb mind." he corrected you before pushing his tongue between your walls.

You really had a hard time holding the cigarette between your lips while Rafe's was eating you. His breath was heavy and hot against your dripping cunt, as he was giving you fat licks, swiping all his tongue over your pussy and clit. he's pushing it deep down your core, making sure you feel him inside your walls, while gripping tightly at your hips to make you stay still. all his mouth was over you, sweet rubs from his nose against your clit while his tongue was lolling the inside of your pussy. his hand was resting in your inner thigh, as his face was literally buried against your cunt.

The swirls of his tongue against your folds was enough to make you shiver, and breath senseless. while he was eating you out, his face glistened with your own wetness, his chin coating at your arousal. the taste of your pussy was so sweet that his mouth was sticking to it. he was crazy with his licks and was making you arche widely on the chair. you felt so good, insanely good that it was impossible for you to not move your trembling legs.

The moment he was inside you, you lost it. His dick was huge. you weren't prepared for the fatness of his cock but you couldn't think about it longer because he was driving his whole length inside your cunt, running all his inches step by step on your walls. Since the day his wife left, Rafe haven't sex with someone. you were the first one after such a long time and how bad for you, because he needed to release all the frustration inside your hole. And your pussy was perfect for that, so tight and immaculate. He was the first one inside it and he made sure to leave his print. He was going back and forth, slamming his built hips against your skin. All his thrusts were insanely hard and merciless, running on your fucked core to the point of lefting you dazy.

He knows how to fuck you, because he literally dreamed about this moment since you entered the house. He wanted to fuck your little hole for so long, fisting his own throbbing dick on the bathroom while you were with his daughter on the living room, watching some stupid movies or in her room speaking about useless boys.

And as the sweetheart you always been, you always wanted to help him. With dishes, laundry, dinner, groceries and every domestic task.

But what if he needed you for more ?

And now, he had you. all for him. Squirming and moaning against his hefty body, trying to escape from his evil strokes but you couldn't. He wasn't okay with leaving you, and especially, when he has his full aching cock buried inside your soiled walls.

He was looking at you with no shame while pounding inside you. His phone buzzed on the little table. but he ignored it. All his attention was for you. And you smiled through the pleasurable pain, through the hot tears and falling ashes on your skin.

But the second after, your phone buzzed too. but you decided to ignore it too. it wasn't like you could do a single move, and you didn't want to. You knew damn well who it was, and Rafe too. But the two of you were fucking nasty on here too care.

You literally came on his dick, soaking all his driving length. It didn't take long for him to join you, and release his seeds over your pussy.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't make you pregnant. He had his own limits.

You kissed him on the mouth, making sure to have a taste of his lips before leaving. you always loved the feeling of his warm tongue against yours, and especially this time. after a long make out, his rough muscle was highly soak and limp, following the movements of yours.

“ I really want to be with you. " You confessed. "Your age gap is not that strong..."

“ Not that strong ? I’m the dad of your best friend, angel. I shouldn't be playing around with such a young thing like you . ”

“ She's not that special for making you a dad. I could do this too...if only next time, you accept to breed me…” You said playfully, biting so hard the bottom of your lip while looking at him.

" Don't be a brat. " he warned.

" Then don't force me to be. ”

“ I can't believe i fucked you few minutes ago. ”

“ Too old to trust that dick anymore huh ? ”

“ Yes, I'm old enough, sweetheart but not for your fucking mom, so if you don't want your best friend as your beloved sister, care to shut that bratty mouth of yours before I'm making sure you finally have someone to call dad in your life. Now, go take a shower.”

Sometimes, he could be so mean. And you hated it.

“I’m better than all the women you can have.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I already have such a good relationship with your daughter.”

He almost choked with his breath as he heard your answers, didn't know if you were serious with that fucking attitude.

"I swear, you're really fucked up in the mind, young girl."

“And it’s just the beginning, sir.”

“I thought you were kind of sweet and innocent but you finally showed me your true colors.”

“I just love you so much.” you admitted. “I don't want to let you go with someone else.”

“Why don’t you go around boys your age?”

“Will you let me fuck with stupid boys my age?”

"You're free to do as you want." he lied. “I’m not your man.”

“But I don’t want to be free.” you confessed. “I want to be yours, chained to you. ”

[sematarygirls]

rafe cameron is a dirty, rotten liar.                 nsfw .ᐟ

"c'mon, baby, just real quick before we go. you look so pretty right now. need you so bad," he pleaded, his hands already grabbing at you to remove your clothes, and of course, who are you to say no to your boyfriend when he looks so sexy and is asking you so sweetly?

but, you're soon reminded of the fact that rafe doesn't do "quick" when it comes to you because before you know it, he's losing himself in your pretty pussy, dragging his length in and out of your drooling walls as your little moans and whimpers fill the room.

"that's right, baby. just relax and let me take care of you," he'd coo softly, your brain too far gone to register his words, and just like that, the party you had spent so long convincing rafe to let you go to—his stipulation that you bring him along and don't leave his side at all throughout the night nonnegotiable—was forgotten.

and somehow, despite the fact that this happens every time you want to go somewhere that rafe doesn't want you to go or that wasn't his idea, you fall for his empty promises of "being quick" every. single. time, just as rafe plans. after all, he'd much rather keep his pretty little girlfriend fucked dumb on his dick than out in the real world where people men can look at what's his.

[4vanaa]

—PILOT “Family Dinner (Or Whatever This Is)” outer banks modern family au

[It’s family dinner night at Pope and Cleo’s house—an attempt at a civilized gathering that, predictably, turns into an absolute disaster before it even starts. Each family is scrambling to get ready, kids are causing havoc, and in classic Modern Family fashion, the confessionals, give us an inside look at just how unhinged this crew really is.]

[LO: CAMERON HOUSEHOLD]

The camera cuts to Rafe standing in the living room, staring at a screaming Poppy (3), who has decided she doesn’t want to wear clothes. Milo (10) is sitting on the couch, fully dressed but casually eating a Pop-Tart, while Ava (15) is still upstairs, refusing to come down.

CONFESSIONAL Rafe & You

YOU: deadpan “We’re supposed to leave in five minutes.”

RAFE: chuckling, gesturing to the mess behind him “Yeah… that’s not happening.”

YOU: “Ava won’t come downstairs, Poppy is running around naked, and Milo—” glares off-camera“—MILO, STOP FEEDING THE DOG CHIPS.”

RAFE: shrugs “At least the dog’s eating.”

—Cut to Ava upstairs, dramatically lying on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

CONFESSIONAL Ava

AVA: “I don’t even know why we have these family dinners. Every time, someone storms out, someone cries, and last time Uncle JJ almost set the backyard on fire.” pause “It was kind of iconic, though.”

—Smash cut to Rafe yelling up the stairs, “AVA, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR YOU’RE GROUNDED.”

CONFESSIONAL Poppy

POPPY: grinning, wearing fairy wings and no pants “Daddy said a bad word.”

[LO: MAYBANK HOUSEHOLD]

The Maybank house is too calm, which is a bad sign. Jax (7) is fully dressed but covered in dirt, while Maya (12) is filming a TikTok dance in the kitchen. Kai (16), still shirtless, is texting someone suspiciously while JJ is making nachos instead of getting dressed.

CONFESSIONAL Kiara & JJ

KIARA: “JJ doesn’t understand the concept of—” hand quotes “— getting ready.”

JJ: mouth full of nachos “That’s because dinner is at seven, and it is currently—” checks phone “—not seven.”

KIARA: death glare

Meanwhile, Jax is whispering something to Milo(who is FaceTiming him), clearly planning some kind of mischief.

CONFESSIONAL Jax & Maya

JAX: grinning mischievously “Milo and I are bringing stink bombs.”

MAYA: rolling her eyes “This is why we’re never invited anywhere nice.”

—Cut to Kiara snatching JJ’s nachos, forcing him upstairs. Kai is still standing there, texting, when Kiara calls him out—

KIARA: “Kai. Shirt. Now.”

KAI: grinning “Ava likes this one.”

JJ: (off-screen): “Damn right she does—OW! KIE!”

[LO: ROUTLEDGE HOUSEHOLD]

Sarah is running around, trying to wrangle Lily (9) & Bennett (4) into their shoes, while Carter (14) is sitting on the counter, eating chips, and doing absolutely nothing to help. John B is... well, he’s looking for his shoes.

CONFESSIONAL John B & Sarah

SARAH: exasperated “We’re late every. Single. Time.”

JOHN B: defensive “Okay, but, like, time is a social construct.”

SARAH: “Tell that to Cleo when we show up forty-five minutes late and she glares at us until we die.”

—Smash cut to Carter smirking.

CONFESSIONAL Carter

CARTER: “Mom and Dad are always late. I don’t even try to get ready until at least ten minutes after they freak out. At this point, it’s a science.”

[LO: HEYWARD HOUSEHOLD]

Pope and Cleo are setting up dinner, the only responsible people in the entire family. Zara (13) is helping, while Jude (8) is sneakily trying to set up a booby trap near the front door.

CONFESSIONAL Pope & Cleo

POPE: stressed “This is a simple dinner. Why is that impossible?”

CLEO: deadpan “Because we’re related to crazy people.”

The doorbell rings. It’s Topper, who has arrived early with Finn (15) & Ruby (6).

CONFESSIONAL Topper

TOPPER: smug “I don’t know why it’s so hard for everyone to be on time. My family runs like a well-oiled machine.”

—Cut to Ruby throwing a juice box at Finn’s head while he scrolls through his phone, completely unfazed.

༝ Your family shows up fifteen minutes late, and Poppy is still wearing fairy wings (but now has pants).

༝ JJ & Kiara’s kids immediately run off with Jax’s stink bombs.

༝ John B & Sarah arrive last(again), and Cleo just glares at them.

༝ Ruby and Bennett start a war over the last dinner roll.

༝ Ava & Kai are flirting, which makes Rafe visibly twitch.

༝ Jude’s booby trap actually works, and Topper gets hit with a bucket of water.

CONFESSIONAL Pope

POPE: staring blankly at the camera, wine glass in hand “I hate them all.”

CONFESSIONAL JJ & Rafe

JJ: “See, this is why we don’t try to be responsible.”

RAFE: “You don’t try because you’re lazy.”

JJ: grinning “And yet, here we are. Surviving. Thriving. Watching Topper get hit with a bucket.”

—Cut to Topper still dripping wet, cursing under his breath as Ruby and Bennett cackle.

CONFESSIONAL Poppy & Bennett

POPPY: whispers “Uncle Barry said this family is crazy.”

BENNETT: nodding seriously “Uncle Barry is right.”

—Smash cut to Barry arriving fashionably late with a six-pack of beer and a bag of chips, looking at the disaster in front of him.

CONFESSIONAL Barry

BARRY: grinning “Yeah, this is exactly why I don’t have kids.”

[melodramaslut]

pussy drunk! rafe who spends literally hours between the plush of your thighs, his tongue lazily stroking circles over your clit as you squirm and fist the sheets either side of you. your words wore more or less incoherent, his name filling the room as you breathlessly moaned at the way he parted your pretty cunt so he could taste all of you. each slurp of his lips made your back arch from the bed, one hand planted on the round of your stomach as he pressed down. legs clamped around his head you'd struggle to think of anything other than him, his mouth suckling your puffy clit as you swore you saw heaven — the tip of his tongue circling your clenching hole as he waited for you to calm down, almost like a silent threat. if you didn't behave you wouldn't get anything else. 🎀

[rafesslxt]

unknown number

pt. 1/2

SUMMARY: not only you are surprised when you get a drunk text from your brother that you should pick him up from a party - Topper's just as shocked as you are.

WARNINGS: Thornton!reader, brothers best friend trope, bickering, tension, quick deep talk with Topper

WORD COUNT: 1,7k

NOTE: english is not my first language | thank‘s to everyone for reading and supporting, comments and - are highly apprecaiated <3

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Your body tried to make its way through the sweaty crowd dancing and drinking around you, the air thick with the scent of weed and expensive perfume. This wasn't on your agenda for tonight, getting your drunk brother out of a party, that's for sure.

"Hey sis, can u get me? I'm drunk as hell."

You weren't surprised, though. After Sarah had ditched him for John B, which was more than understandable for you but hey – Topper never wanted to listen to your advice, he seemed to try drowning the pain and hurt ego away by drinking and smoking.

The house you currently were in was familiar to you. Since Sarah's your best friend you spend a lot of time here but never during these party's, cause most of the time Rafe was the host and well - let's just say you tried to avoid any chance of being in a room with him together.

Because besides the hatred for their sister's trying to live the pogue life, Topper and Rafe had one thing more in common. They fell for the sister of their best friend. The only problem was, that Rafe never acted on his feeling. While Topper may be a complete idiot, he at least showed Sarah some kind of feelings, trying to wrap her around his fingers. But for Rafe? Bickering and hating was his way.

But Rafe apparently had a new way of drawing you into his space.

"Hey, did you see Topper?" You asked a guy which's name you could never remember no matter how often your brother tried to tell you. You just knew he often hang with them together. "No, sorry. Ask Rafe, he was with him a while ago." You instantly rolled your eyes but smiled at him and nodded in a way that was supposed to tell him 'thank you'.

You made your way further through the people until you reached the living room where you saw Rafe sitting on the couch, talking to two girls on either side of him.

Not bothering that you may interrupted something, you walked up behind him, not even caring enough to wait until he might realize you were standing behind him. "Have you seen my brother? He told me to come pick him up."

You looked down at his head which bend until it laid against the backrest, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours. Pretty ? No, you meant blue. Just blue.

"Oh If it isn't the princess of the Pogues, gracing us with her presence this night.", his voice dripped with sarcasm. "And to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" You rolled your eyes at his irritating words and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Did you see Topper, Rafe?", you repeated.

His smile widened before he sat upright again, took a beer that was probably his from the desk, turned around and locked eyes with you again, walking around the couch towards you.

"Someone's in a grumpy mood today." he remarked, taking a sip of his beer. "Rafe If you don't-" "No need to be so uptight princess. The party just stared." You scoffed. "Well, apparently not If my brother's texting me to come pick his drunk ass up."

"Give him some time, he's trying to heal from a heartbreak. I mean I told him my sister is never hanging around for long but- well you know him. Had to try for himself."

You were slowly getting tired of the conversation and Rafe seemed to notice. "And as for where your brother is; I saw him with Kelce in the kitchen a few minutes ago. Just before you arrived, I think."

Without giving him a second more of your time, you turned around, walking towards the kitchen. Why didn't he just tell you 'Hey, Topper is in the kitchen.' ? Why does he always have to bicker with you and beat around the bush. Ugh.

Sarah always said he liked you but before Rafe Cameron actually had serious feelings for you or even anyone, hell would freeze over.

You walked into the kitchen of the Cameron's, immediately spotting your brother and Kelce, laughing loudly between some shots they were taking.

"Wow. You're really setting the bar lower and lower." You scoffed, making their heads turn towards you. "Y/n? What are you doing here? Aren't you with your little friends?" "Oh, hey pipsqueak." Kelce chuckled from behind Topper, waving at you with a drunken grin.

"Come on Topper, I don't have all night." I sighed, already about to leave the kitchen when he looked at me as If I had torn apart his favorite teddy bear apart that he hid under his bed whenever someone came over. "What the hell are you talking about?" "What the hell do you mean what the hell I'm talking about? You texted me to come pick you up because you're too drunk."

Just as he was about to answer, Rafe entered the kitchen and stood beside you. "Topper, why don't you listen to your sister and go with her, you've had enough for tonight."

Feeling betrayed, Topper was too stunned to speak, looking at Kelce for some backup. "Hey man don't get me into this." he replied to his look, throwing up his hands and spilling some of the liquid that was inside his shot glass.

"I didn't text you!" he exclaimed, reached into his pocket and searching for his phone. "Shit.. can't find it." You rolled your eyes, your patience slowly but clearly wearing off. "Topper.." "I swear I didn't!", he swore while continuing to search the insides of his few pockets. "Damn no really, where is it?", he asked himself.

"Come on man." Kelce chuckled and threw an arm around his friend, slowly guiding him outside the kitchen and towards the front door where you parked your car.

You stepped aside to let them pass, your gaze landing on Rafe who was already looking at you, licking his bottom lip before speaking. "Here." He reached into his pocket and handed you Topper's phone. "What? Why do you have my brother's phone ?", you asked him, as It didn't hit you yet what was going in.

"Thought he might need someone to pick him up before he would be a complete mess.", he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and looking away for a short moment.

Your eyebrows shot up as the realization finally hit you."You texted me to come pick him up? Why would you do that?" He chuckled and looked down at you. " Like I said; I was worried about my friend." "Bullshit.", you called him out right away. "If you were worried about him, you would have told me where he was instead of beating around the bush."

"Just wanted some conversation." he replied simply, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes while doing so, trying not to let him get under your skin. It would only please him.

"Good night, Rafe." you smiled at him before turning around and pushing through sweaty crowd again, reaching your car where Kelce and Topper were already waiting for you.

You pressed the little button on your car key, allowing them to get in while you were still a few meters away. Kelce jumped into the back seat, and Topper settled next to you in the front.

You slid behind the wheel and closed your door, glancing over your shoulder at Topper’s friend. “Should I drive you home too?” you asked, reaching for your seatbelt and securing it right after.

“Sure thing, pipsqueak,” he grinned, his eyes heavy and his body slumping down onto the back seat. You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes and started the engine, pulling away from the property.

A few minutes into the drive, you looked over to your right. “You’re lucky. Mom and Dad aren’t home tonight,” you smirked slowly, trying to lighten the mood since he was still your annoying brother. Annoying, but family.

A scoff escaped his lips as he stared out the window. “As if they’re ever home.” 

You sighed quietly, shrugging your shoulders. “Well, it’s still better than having to explain why you’re drunk and high.” 

“They wouldn’t understand anyway. They never do. All they do is scream and complain. They don’t care.” He turned his head toward you, studying your face. “But honestly, I don’t know which one of us they’re more disappointed in,” he chuckled.

“Yeah… Mom’s worried I’m drinking myself into a coma, while Dad is worried you’ll run off with Maybank or some other pogue.” The car fell silent for a moment before you both erupted into unexpected laughter. 

"Honestly, I don’t know which one is worse,” you giggled, gripping the wheel a little tighter as you turned onto your street. "Not sure who's setting the bar lower now, huh?" Topper smirked.

“I guess we should take him with us tonight before his parents have a heart attack,” you suggested, nodding toward Kelce, who was snoring in the back seat.

“Yeah…” he glanced at his friend and then back at you. “Thank you for picking me up, even though I didn’t text you. It’s good to know I can still count on you.” He smiled softly at you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"No problem, Topper." you smiled back at him before turning off your car and finally parked in your garage. "Let‘s get him inside.", you grinned, eager to get out like Topper, when your phone suddenly vibrated in your purse.

Hm, probably the pogues asking If everything‘s alright after you left so quick with only telling them it‘s an 'family emergency'.

You opened your little white purse Sarah had given you on your last birthday and rummaged through it, fishing out your phone. You had a few messages from JJ and Sarah, asking you when - wait.

What was that? A message by an unknown number.

unknown number

i took the liberty of grabbing your number while I had the chance to.

was nice seeing you tonight, hot and bothered like always..

sweets dreams, angel.

xx rafe

That son of a - wait, why were you smiling together with your heart beating faster ?

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tags: @supernaturaldawning @cardibre91 @aegonsslxt @juliet-017

xoxo sarah <3

[ds-angel1]

Something borrowed

cw: incest, cheating (on wedding day), crying during sex

a/n: thinking big brother!rafe x married!reader thoughts :))

You shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here.

But you’re already on your knees in your white dress, and Rafe’s fingers are knotted in your veil like he’s trying to tear it off, trying to rip you out of the future that doesn’t belong to him.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, hands trembling against the buttons of his shirt. “I didn’t- I tried to stop—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He sounds wrecked. Not angry. Not cruel. Just broken. Like you.

You’d promised yourself you’d quit him. That this would be the last time. You said it a hundred times before. The night you got engaged. The morning after your bridal shower. In the back of your parents’ car, in the dark, after he drove you home from the final fitting and kissed your neck at every red light. But nothing ever made you feel like this. Nothing ever hurt this good.

Your lipstick smears on his throat. His belt clatters to the church floor. You can hear the music starting. The guests arriving.

You don’t care.

“Don’t marry him,” Rafe begs, voice hoarse, forehead pressed to yours. “Don’t walk out there. Don’t let them take you away from me.”

Tears cling to his lashes, and you can’t tell if they’re yours or his.

You press your mouth to his and breathe him in like you’ll die without it. Like maybe you already did.

“I have to,” you whisper. But you’re already pulling your panties to the side. He’s already sliding inside.

And neither of you can stop crying.

Not even when you come. Not even when he does. Not even when the bridal march starts playing, and your name is called.

[luxbub]

pussy drunk rafe cameron

minors DNI +18

a/n i’ve been stuck on this for days, but i’ve been having a writer’s block for far too long

rafe cameron who gets incoherent when he gets to fuck you. his pants were already on the floor as he takes his cock into his hand, pushing your soaked panties aside and aligning with your pussy. he swears that he sees stars anytime he’s inside you, as he sheathed himself into you. groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him.

he’s babbling about how good you feel, “such a good girl” but you can barely keep you eyes open to even try and answer him as he’s driving you to your third orgasm.

rafe cameron who covers your whole chest in bruises, teeth grazing your collarbones as he continues murmuring into your skin.

he’s praising you and “your sweet pussy”. the way your cunt involuntary tightens at his words, just gets him into a frenzy. Your cunt is his happy place.

rafe cameron who’s barely keeping himself up from crushing your body with his. He’s grunting and moaning into your skin as your hips start shuttering, squirting all over his cock.

not proofread!!

[angelluvsrafe]

your kids interrupting “grown up” time. (requested)

rafe was immediately touchy with you when he got home from work, his hand slipping down to your ass when you have him a hug.

he had a hand on your thigh during dinner and pulled you into his lap when you guys were done.

as the boys talked about their days, rafe stares at you. the way your face lights up when one of them say something cute— or the way your head tilts back when you laugh at them.

“okay guys, it’s bedtime” rafe announces, standing up from his seat on the sofa. you had been chilling there for around an hour after dinner as the boys played.

jack and hunter both groan and whine.

you check the clock and you notice it’s half an hour earlier than you’d usually put them down. damn, he is desperate.

you look up at him and he shoots you a soft glare before picking jack up and tucking him under his shoulder and calling on hunter to come to bed.

after 20 minutes, rafe joins you in the bedroom, he shuts the door and smirks.

“you look so fucking sexy in those shorts, baby” he walks over to the bed, crawling on top of you.

he gently pins your arms above your head and dips his head down.

his lips meet yours in a hungry kiss. pressing his hips down against yours.

you return the kiss, just as passionately.

“mommy!” your 4 you’re old hunter’s voice cuts through the lustful atmosphere.

rafe drops his head against your shoulder.

“these damn kids” he groans and pushes himself off of you.

“mhm… damn kids” you chuckle and get up, heading to hunter’s room.

after around 10 minutes, you come back and drew immediately pulls you on top of him with a small smile on his face.

“hi” you chuckle and he pulls your legs to straddle his lap.

his hand dip under your shirt and he palms your breast.

“you’re so beautiful, baby… can’t help but touch you” he murmurs as he presses light kisses down your neck.

his teeth graze your throat and his tongue flicks out over the spot.

you roll your hips down onto his and he groans softly.

“mm keep doing that…” he guides your hips down, your crotch pressing over his hard cock.

you hear little footsteps pattering down the hall.

you sigh and turn to look at the door which cracks open slightly, jacks small, worried face poking through.

“momma? my room is making me scared” he whines and you get of rafe’s lap, walking over and picking him up.

you place a kiss to his forehead.

“come on… i’ll come sleep with you” you suggest softly, pushing jack’s hair out of his face.

as you turn to leave you give rafe a sympathetic look.

he shakes his head dismissively and lays down, deciding he needs sleep more.

- request a fic

[bubblesgarden]

reading rafe’s palm ｡˚○ — witchy!reader & rafe cameron

( this was inspired by a comment on one of my posts — thank u angel ! )

it started as a joke. 

you’d been sitting cross legged next to him on the old dock the two of you seemed to find each other. your cardigan was draped messily on your shoulders. rafe was sat next to you, legs dangling over the edge, feet kicking lightly. he had his hood pulled up over his blond hair, blue eyes dark but curious. 

the sun was still low, casting a golden glow like honey over the marsh, everything quiet besides the creak of the boards and the occasional birdcall. your candles from earlier were burned low beside you, stubs now— but the scent still lingered. warm, spicy, a little like clove.

“so,” he said, eyes darting to the line of thread bracelets around your wrist. “are you actually going to hex me or what?”

you snorted, not looking at him. “you’re not important enough for a hex.”

rafe blinked, almost stunned by your words. “wow. harsh.”

you turned then, that familiar half smile playing at your mouth. “i could read your palm though. if you’re not scared.” 

“i’m not scared,” he said too quickly, dark eyes a little brighter now, holding your gaze intensely. 

you only raised your brows at him, a small smirk forming on your features. “then give me your hand, cameron.”

he hesitated, then slowly reached over. his hand was bigger than yours, warmer. you turned it gently, palm up, tracing your finger delicately along the lines with an unexpected kind of reverence. it made his heart do something weird— something not okay. 

“okay,” you murmured, focusing. “this is your life line. long. that’s good. strong stamina, lots of life force. you’re grounded, whether you admit it or not. you’re stubborn, though. you fight against fate.” 

rafe scoffed. “sure.”

“you are. you just don’t know where to plant yourself yet.”

his eyes flickered to yours, frowning slightly. you weren’t teasing. you were serious. soft. 

“this one here,” you continued, touching a curve near his thumb, “is your heart line. it’s deep— intense. you feel things hard, even when you pretend not to. sometimes that gets you in trouble.” 

his throat went dry, causing him to swallow thickly. “that supposed to be some kind of diagnosis?” you smiled softly at him, shaking your head. “it’s just the map.”

he let you keep going. let you touch him with slow, thoughtful fingers that didn’t make him flinch, and it made his chest hurt, because he couldn’t remember the last time that happened. 

eventually, you leaned back, letting his hand go. “you’ve got fire in your hands,” you said softly. “like you were meant to do something.”

“yeah, well,” he mumbled, trying to clear his throat. “what if all i ever do is fuck things up?”

you didn’t answer right away. 

then: “even a forest fire clears the way for the new growth.”

rafe blinked at you. 

jesus. how were you like this?

after a moment, he shook it off— smirking as he reached for your hand. “alright, my turn.” 

you raised an eyebrow at him, but let his fingers turn your palm upright gently. “you don’t know how to read palms.” 

“yeah, but i watched you. how hard can it be?” you laughed, shifting a little so you were facing him more. “fine. impress me.”

he squinted at your palm dramatically, humming softly. “okay, this line… says you’re bossy. you rolled your eyes at him. “accurate.”

“this one means you talk to birds.” “i do talk to birds.” 

“figures.” he ran a finger along a faint crease, noticing the stark difference in the warmth of his hand and the coldness of yours. “this one? that means you— um—” his voice slowed. “you like sitting on docks with guys who don’t deserve your time.” you went still. 

his thumb lingered on your wrist, the pad of it brushing lightly over your pulse. 

you looked up at him then, and something about the way you were watching him— calm, open, seeing him— made the air feel heavier. “maybe i just have good instincts,” you whispered. he swallowed. “maybe.” the moment stretched like honey. soft and golden, and a little dangerous. 

then you pulled your hand away gently. 

“i’d give your palm reading skills a 4 out of 10.”

“ouch.”

“but… i’ll let you try again sometime.”

rafe grinned, truing to mask how much that meant. “deal.” 

but then you looked up at him again— eyes all moonlight and mischief —and something in his chest snapped. not in a painful way. more like something finally giving way after too long wound too tight. and before he could second guess himself, before he could remind himself that he’s rafe cameron and you’re you, he leaned in and kissed you. 

it wasn’t perfect. it was too fast, too sudden, like he didn’t trust himself to wait another second. his palm still burned where you’d traced it. his mouth pressed to yours with the kind of tension that had nowhere else to go. like the kiss had been clawing its way up his throat for days, maybe weeks. 

your lips parted in surprise, but you didn’t pull back. you let it happen. you let him happen. and then you kissed him back. 

it wasn’t soft, but it was real. 

there was salt in the air and dirt on his hoodie. his fingers tangled in your hair, yours fisted in the soft fabric at his chest like you needed something to hold on to. 

and when he finally pulled back, his breath caught. 

you were smiling. 

not smug, not teasing— just knowing. like maybe you’d seen this coming in his palm the whole time. 

“told you you had fire in your hands,” you murmured, cheeks flushed pink. 

rafe swallowed hard, overwhelmed. you didn’t press him, you just squeezed his hand gently. 

“let’s see what you do with it.” 

and somehow, that scared him more than the kiss did. because for once, he didn’t want to burn it down. 

he wanted to learn how to keep it.

requests are open !

[sematarygirls]

cw: manipulation, abusive behavior, drug use, guilt tripping

rafe who lured you in by being the perfect, doting boyfriend. you legitimately thought you had met your prince charming, and you didn't understand how this rafe cameron was the same one you'd heard all those nasty rumors about.

and on your wedding day, he had you sign a prenup. he insisted it was just a precaution that his dad was pushing for, and that he never in a million years would think that low of you, so you willingly signed it without question. this was normal, after all. he was rich, and you were poor. it was standard practice, right?

you didn't even notice at first how controlling he had become. he insisted you quit your job because he just wanted to take care of you. you could just be his pretty little housewife and let him worry about all that "adult stuff."

but then he began to stop letting you see your friends, insisting that all you needed was him. his behavior became erratic and scary. he would come home late with wide, bloodshot eyes, his pupils taking up so much of the beautiful blue irises you once loved to stare into that they looked almost completely black.

sex became rougher, an excuse for him to treat you like his personal plaything and slap you around by justifying that he was just "caught up in the moment," and at first, you believed him, but it very quickly became too much for you to handle.

the day rafe came home early and saw you packing your bags, you were genuinely fearful of what he might do. at first, he looked like he might raise a hand to you, but then, he spoke: "i-i give you everything, and you want to leave me? after everything i've done for you? i saved you from your shitty life and your shitty friends, and this is how you repay me?" he took a deep breath, running a hand over his head like he usually did when he was stressed. his eyes were wide and glassy, and he seemed on the verge of snapping. "no, no, you're not going anywhere, alright? if you try to leave me, i'll take everything from you. you signed a prenup remember? you have no money, no job, nowhere to go. everything you own was bought by and belongs to me," he reminded you cruelly. "i swear to god, if you even think about leaving me again, i'll make sure you regret it, got it?"

you had no choice but to stay. he was right. you had nothing; he had made sure of that. all you had was him. all you would ever have was him.

[sccrim]

jealously ── rafe cameron

ʬʬ . warnings ▧ ▧ nothing just rafe

you and rafe were broken up but you couldn’t stand the idea of him with someone else so you try to see who this so call new girl is.

part 2

you grabbed a glass of champagne and went to find your friends. you kept looking around to find rafe or at least this girl everyone was speaking about. "have you—"

"seen her? nope." john b looked around once more. "what if i say i found out already, what do i get in return." jj smiled. "one of my dad’s cigars." you stated causing him to hype himself up.

"inside at the bar with rafe, topper, and ruthie."

"relax guys, i'm classy." kiara disagreed with sarah but the boys laughed knowing action was about to go down.

"fifty she starts something."

"sixty, her mom yells at her."

"bet."

the boys all shook on it. you walked inside to see them standing at the bar. you couldn't see her face but she looked about your height, short light brown hair. her dress was short and pink. "pretty dress." you whispered to yourself.

"also you should definitely watch out for y/n." ruthie laughed warning the girl. "who's y/n?" the girl questioned. "rafe, you haven't told her about her? classic." topper air cheered his beer. "i was going too but you just told her so thank you." rafe rolled his eyes. "rafe— who's y/n?" before he could answer you showed up.

"hey rafe, topper, ruthie, and who's this?" you questioned. "fuck." ruthie whispered. "y/n this is sofia, sofia this is y/n." rafe looked around in awkwardness.

"hi."

"rafe you didn't tell me sofia is a cute girl."

"didn't think i had to tell you."

"you didn't but would have been kind to know who you were bringing to my fathers country club." you smiled. "wait youre mr. l/n daughter?"

"mhm."

"this place is very cool. was thinking of signing up for tennis." y/n looked at her up and down then back at rafe. "hope to see you at games."

"rafe can i speak to you." thing about you that everyone knows already is you usually dont ask. it’s more so you tell them and rafe knew that. that's the one thing he loved about you.

"go with topper and ruthie, i'll find you in a bit." sofia smiled and waved bye at you

"i swear to god y/n, you better not start shit." rafe grabbed you by the arm into the locker rooms. "why didnt you tell me? you seen me mostly every night and you couldn't tell me you were interested in someone."

"i didn't tell you because i know how you are. you broke up with me remember."

"you broke up with me too y'know. what happened to mutual break up?"

"just don't start anything." rafe looked at you with this angry look. "does she know you were with me most nights?" rafe just looked at her in silences. "of course she doesn't. you think she'll leave you?" you laughed in his face. "not a bad thing if she left you."

"she doesn't know y/n."

"and why's that?"

"hard to tell someone my ex is a bitch."

"ouch. and to think you weren't a bitch neither."

"oh and by the way, she has one thing coming if she thinks she's with you for a long run." you placed your hand on his chest. "you know damn well if this was reversed you would have beat the shit out of him. just because you have a new girl doesn't mean you aren't the same rafe i dealt with for two years."

"oh and don't forget to tell her before she sees that tattoo you have." she winked and walked out the locker room. having rafe punch the locker.

you saw sofia eye you walking out the room so you smiled— fixing your hair and dress acting like something happened in the locker room causing her to go look for rafe.

sofia had one thing to be careful of and it wasn't rafes anger issues. it was you making sure everyone knew what was yours.

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[4vanaa]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, rafe cameron, 18

summary: y/n left the outer banks years ago, determined to build a life far from the memories of her childhood love, rafe cameron. now a botanist, she's moved on-though a quiet part of her still clings to the past. when an event brings her back to OBX, she's forced to confront the one person she never truly forgot.

cw: angst | masterlist | 17 | 19 |

The sun was beginning to set over the Outer Banks as you and Noah arrived at the Chateau.

The house buzzed with laughter and familiar chaos, the kind of energy that only their group could bring. Noah seemed at ease as you approached, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel grounded.

“You ready for this?” You asked, giving him a teasing smile.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he chuckled. “Meeting your closest friends all at once feels like an ambush, but I’ll manage.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling him through the doorway. “They’ll love you. Just be yourself.”

Inside, the introductions began, and within minutes, Noah was doing what Noah did best—charming everyone.

“You’re into environmental work?” Pope asked, his eyes lighting up. “What’s your focus?”

“Mostly restoration and conservation efforts,” Noah said, leaning forward in his seat. “Right now, I’ve been looking at coastal erosion and its impact on wildlife ecosystems. It’s why I was in South America for a bit. But I’ve always been fascinated by sustainability and—”

“Okay, nerds,” JJ interrupted, grinning. “We’re at dinner, not a lecture hall.”

Noah laughed easily, unbothered by JJ’s teasing. “Fair. I’ll try to keep the nerd talk to a minimum.”

“Don’t worry,” Kie added, her voice light. “Pope and I will corner you later for all the details. It’s cool to meet someone who actually gives a damn about the planet.”

As the conversation shifted, Noah found himself bonding with JJ over surfing. They swapped stories, and JJ even suggested they hit the waves before the wedding. Cleo, sitting across from them, leaned back in her chair and studied Noah with a critical eye.

“I don’t trust it,” she declared.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, confused.

“Don’t trust what?” Sarah asked, her brow furrowed.

“Him.” Cleo pointed dramatically at Noah, though her tone was playful. “He’s too perfect. Smart, good-looking, and nice? There’s gotta be a catch.”

Noah laughed, shaking his head. “I promise, no catch. I’m just a guy.”

“He really is,” You chimed in, smiling at Cleo. “Told you guys you’d love him.”

Sarah nudged you, her voice lowering. “He’s even cuter in person. I’m so happy for you.”

You gave her a grateful smile. Everything was going well. Noah fit seamlessly into your world. Everyone liked him—everyone except for Rafe.

Rafe had been quiet most of the night, his standoffishness obvious to anyone paying attention. He leaned back in his chair, nursing a glass of bourbon, his gaze flicking to Noah every so often with thinly veiled annoyance.

When you reached over to brush something off Noah’s sleeve, Rafe’s jaw tightened. He couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.

“So, Noah,” Rafe started, his tone deceptively light. “You’re just… this nice all the time?”

The room quieted slightly, everyone picking up on the edge in his voice.

Noah glanced at him, his expression neutral. “I try to be myself, yeah.”

“Right.” Rafe let out a dry laugh, swirling his drink. “Seems a little too good to be true, doesn’t it? Nobody’s that nice. You sure it’s not all an act?”

“Rafe,” you snapped, glaring at him. “Cut it out.”

“What?” Rafe feigned innocence, looking around the table. “Just saying, it’s a little suspicious. No one’s that perfect. He’s gotta have a flaw, right?”

Noah tensed beside you, but his voice remained calm. “I don’t think being nice is a flaw.”

“Of course you don’t,” Rafe muttered under his breath.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you said firmly, your voice sharp. “Noah’s been nothing but kind to everyone here. Maybe you could try doing the same for once.”

The tension at the table was palpable, but Noah reached over and placed a calming hand on yours. “It’s fine,” he said softly, his voice soothing. “Really.”

“No, it’s not,” you insisted, glaring at Rafe again.

“He’s been nothing but rude, and I’m not going to sit here and let him ruin tonight.”

After dinner, you stepped outside for a moment of air. The night was quiet except for the soft chirp of crickets. You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring up at the stars, when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” you said without turning around.

“Funny, I was going to say the same to you,” Rafe replied, leaning against the porch railing.

You sighed, finally looking at him. “What do you want, Rafe?

“I want to know why you keep pretending this thing with him is real,” he said, his voice low.

You stared at him, incredulous. “Are you serious right now? He’s my boyfriend.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you’re in love with him?” he challenged, stepping closer.

“I am in love with him,” you said firmly.

Rafe’s laugh was bitter, cutting. “Sure. That’s why you can’t even look at me without falling apart.”

Your chest tightened, but you stood your ground. “Please don’t do this.”

“Why not?” he asked, his voice softening. “You know how I feel about you, Sunshine.”

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped, your voice breaking slightly. “I love Noah. I don’t know how many times I have to say it before you get it.”

Rafe stepped closer, his eyes searching yours.“You can say it a hundred times, and I still won’t believe it.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of your words suffocating even as they left your lips. “You think this is love? Acting like a child every time I’m happy? Making me feel like I owe you something just because you can’t let go?”

Rafe flinched like you’d slapped him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. The sharp glint in his eyes dulled, replaced by something much heavier, much harder to look at.

“Can’t let go?” he repeated quietly, almost to himself. He let out a bitter laugh, his voice trembling on the edge of something vulnerable. “I let you go, Y/N. I let you walk away. I let you be with him because I thought… I thought you’d come back.”

Your chest tightened, but you kept your gaze steady. “That’s not fair, Rafe. I didn’t ask you to wait for me.”

“No, you didn’t,” he agreed, stepping closer. “But you also didn’t tell me how to stop waiting, did you? You didn’t tell me how to stop hoping. You left, and I stayed here trying to figure out how to fix myself, because I thought maybe—just maybe—if I did, you’d see me differently.”

“Rafe…” you started, your voice softening despite yourself.

“But it was never enough,” he continued, his voice cracking. “I wasn’t enough. And now you’re with him, and he’s perfect, right? He doesn’t yell, doesn’t screw up. He’s everything I’ll never be.”

“Stop,” you said, your throat tight. “You don’t know him like I do.”

“I don’t need to,” Rafe shot back, his eyes burning with emotion. “I see the way you look at him, and I hate it. I hate him because he gets what I spent years trying to be good enough for.”

You clenched your fists at your sides, your resolve wavering. “This isn’t about you, Rafe. This is about me choosing what’s best for me.”

“And you think he’s best for you?” he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Fine. Maybe he is. But don’t stand here and tell me what I feel isn’t love. Don’t act like I didn’t try.”

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze, the weight of his pain crashing over you like a wave. “You think this is easy for me?” you whispered. “I hate this. I hate that you’re hurting because of me.”

“Then don’t do it,” Rafe said, stepping closer. His voice was low, pleading. “You don’t have to hate me, Sunshine. Just… don’t push me away like this. Not like I mean nothing to you.”

Your breath caught at the use of the nickname, the softness in his tone slicing through your defenses. You shook your head, your voice breaking. “I’m trying to move on, Rafe. Why can’t you let me?”

“Because I don’t want to,” he admitted, his words raw and unfiltered. “Because moving on means letting go of the only thing that’s ever made sense to me. And I can’t. I won’t.”

You turned away, your chest heaving with the effort of keeping your tears at bay. “This isn’t fair, Rafe. To me, to Noah, to you. You’re not the only one hurting.”

“You’re right,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost defeated. “It’s not fair. But you’re the one who keeps telling me to be better, and I’m trying. I swear I’m trying. But every time I see you with him, it feels like I’m being ripped apart all over again.”

You turned back to him then, your eyes wet and glistening. “You’re hurting yourself, Rafe. You’re doing this to yourself.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t know how to stop. Not when it’s you.”

Your heart shattered at the raw honesty in his words, but you steeled yourself, knowing you had to draw the line. “I chose Noah,” you said firmly, though your voice wavered. “I don’t know how many times I have to say it before you believe me.”

Rafe looked at you, his eyes glassy, and for the first time, you saw just how deeply you had cut him. He nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I hear you,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I just… I wish it was me.”

The air between them was thick and suffocating, and before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “I wish you’d tried harder before it was too late.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Rafe’s expression twisted, his pain now painted clearly across his face. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then closed it again, swallowing hard.

You stepped back, the guilt clawing at your chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, though it felt meaningless now.

Rafe turned away, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stared out into the dark. “Yeah,” he said after a long pause, his voice hollow. “Me too.”

And just like that, the fragile thread between you snapped.

You stood frozen, the weight of your words lingering in the air as Rafe turned and walked away into the darkness. You wiped at your eyes hastily, willing yourself to stay composed. But as you turned back toward the house, you stopped short, your heart sinking.

Noah was standing near the doorway, half-hidden by the shadows, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the tail end of your conversation had carried to him like a whisper on the wind. His gaze lingered on you, searching your face for something—answers, reassurance, or maybe just the truth you couldn’t quite admit to yourself yet.

For a moment, he said nothing, his jaw tightening slightly before he finally smiled softly, as if to brush it off. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice as warm and steady as ever.

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile in return. “Yeah,” you lied, walking toward him. But as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, your mind wandered—back to the look in Rafe’s eyes, to the pain you couldn’t seem to escape.

And though Noah didn’t say anything more, his grip on you tightened, as if silently reminding you that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not yet.

a/n: started drafting the ending. you guys will be happy!!

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[melodramaslut]

bf! rafe who's been desperate to feel your mouth since he left this morning, unbuckling his jeans the second he see's you perched all pretty at the end of your bed completely engrossed in whatever you were scrolling through on your phone. with a few strolls he was in front of you, trousers slack on his hips and his denim covered crotch in your eyeliner. "need you so bad baby— real bad" he'd almost whimper as you'd pout your lips and fiddle with the zipper of his jeans. the mean-guy persona sometimes fizzled out when he was in moods like this; his hand cradling the back of your skull as he looked pushed you down, completely trance like as you rolled a bead of spit in your cheeks before dribbling it in a disgusting manor over his aching cock. and he didn't even need to guide you much — your cheeks hollowed as you took him inch by inch, the warmth of your mouth dragging a low grunt from rafe's throat as he tried his hardest to not close his eyes. the sight was far too hot for him to miss. with a couple bobs of your head you felt tears prick your waterline, the sheer size of his length always being a little struggle for you to accommodate. no matter how you were relieving him. your name was falling from his mouth as rafe hung his head back, careful to not rock his hips too much as he felt you edge closer and closer to the back of your throat. every time you let his cock fall from your lips he hissed, a string of saliva drooling from your mouth as you'd squeeze the base with a mewl before taking him back to where be belonged. 🎀