#dark!sarah cameron

[delicateflowerss]

Sweet

You knew your best friend, Sarah Cameron, wouldn't approve of your crush on her brother. But what you didn't know is how much she'll want to prove to you that you deserve better.

Warnings: 18+, DUB-CON, dark!Sarah, jealousy, slight Rafe x Reader, mentions of drugs, underage drinking, fem!reader, kook!reader, non-canon ages

Word Count: 1.4k

Even if you haven’t stepped foot outside of Sarah’s bedroom in the last couple hours, you still know a stillness has settled over the rest of the house.

By the lack of noise and lights, you can tell the rest of the Cameron’s are tucked in their beds, peacefully sleeping.

You and Sarah are the only ones awake, reveling in the midnight hour. It’s an exhilarating feeling when you can ignore the rest of the world and escape to somewhere else with your best friend.

Except your thoughts linger on another blond Cameron.

He isn’t sleeping like the rest of his family. You’re sure he’s at a party, snorting little white lines and shoving his tongue down some girl’s throat.

Before you can think about it anymore, Sarah repeats your name since you didn’t hear her the first time.

She says it like a gentle nudge on the shoulder, brown eyes settling on the somewhat distracted look on your face.

When she finally gets your attention, her pink lips form into a smile.

“What’re you thinking about?” she asks, giving one final stroke of pink nail polish to her fingernail.

“Oh, nothing,” you reply, shrugging as you hope to feign nonchalance.

Sarah takes another look at you before tightening the lid of the nail polish and setting it on her nightstand.

Your eyes look between your drying nails and the umpteenth Gossip Girl episode playing. Sarah knows how much you hate painting your own nails, always screwing up at least one of your hands. So, she usually does it for you, painting yours before hers.

She never messes up once.

“There seems to be something on your mind.”

She only sounds curious, not worried or upset that you could be hiding something from her.

She blows air on her nails while patiently waiting for you to say something.

You consider her for a moment before sighing. You hate keeping things from her and this is something that has been locked inside your heart for too long now.

“I want to tell you…but I don’t want you to be mad,” you start.

Chuckling, Sarah asks, “why would I be mad?” like it’s silly you would think that.

“Because it’s about Rafe.”

Her smile falters but only for a moment. She raises her eyebrows, urging you to go on.

“I like him.”

Your voice is only slightly louder than a whisper.

You stare at her, waiting for upset to cross her face, or at least disgust.

“You like Rafe?”

You suppose it’s confusion that lands instead.

“Why?” she asks.

Her mouth is slightly curved upwards like she’s fighting off laughter.

“I know he’s your brother, Sarah. But I don’t know. It just sort of…happened,” you explain, probably poorly.

She sighs, the slight smile disappearing.

“It’s not about him being my brother. It’s about him being him.”

When you look back at her with a blank stare, she shifts on the soft sheets under her. With a swoop, she takes your hands in hers, possible wet nail polish being forgotten.

“I don’t care that you like my brother,” she explains. “I care that he’s an asshole.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I just don’t think he’s the type of guy you’re looking for,” she continues, ignoring your silent protests. “He’s just going to end up breaking your heart.”

You listen to her, and you know she’s right, even if you don’t want her to be.

“Rafe doesn’t deserve a girl like you,” she says softly, her gaze not moving from your face.

“Why not?” you ask, like you just found your voice again.

“You’re too sweet.”

You really tried to heed Sarah’s warnings, but it was hard when you ended up standing right in front of Rafe.

You don’t know why it’s easier to talk to him outside the walls of Tannyhill, like at this party you and Sarah showed up to.

It’s a big Kook party where everyone can get drunk or high. Neither are really your thing. You just like to sip on whatever alcohol is available.

That’s how you bumped into Rafe, filling up your red solo cup.

Maybe it’s easier to talk to him at a crowded party because it feels less like you’re crushing on your best friend’s brother.

It feels less delusional and more real.

You’ve known Rafe since you were eleven, just as long as you’ve been friends with Sarah. But it was only recently you discovered your crush on him.

As you laugh at something he says, you don’t notice Sarah, watching you with a frown and a furrowed brow.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

You nod, fighting back a yawn. “Yeah. I did,” you quietly say, still thinking about earlier.

You two stare at each other, a pillow under each of your heads. The lights are off, only the moonlight spilling into the room.

Sarah asked if she could spend the night after the party, and you can never say no to Sarah.

Your parents aren’t even home, out of town for the weekend.

She sighs, blinking.

“I saw you talking to Rafe.”

You swallow, already hearing the disappointment in her voice.

“I don’t know why you think you would be happy with him.” She pauses before continuing, “he’s a coke addict with anger issues. And I can’t even remember the last long-term relationship he’s been in.”

“Sarah-.”

“No, Y/N,” she cuts you off. “I don’t know why you can’t see what everyone else can. What I can,” she pointedly says.

“Doesn’t it matter what I think?” she asks, desperation creeping into her voice.

“Of course, it does,” you quickly respond.

She reaches a hand out, caressing your cheek as if to calm you and herself down.

“You deserve someone so much better. Someone who cares.” You almost don’t notice her inching toward you. Her breath fans over you as she says, “someone who can make you feel good.”

Her lips feel soft against yours, plush and tasting like her favorite cherry lip gloss.

But it’s the sugary taste of your lips that makes Sarah deepen the kiss.

Just as it’s beginning, it ends as you gently push against her shoulder, catching your breath as you pull away from her.

“Sarah, what are you doing?”

For a second, she thinks she could stop, and then she sees the way your chest heaves up and down.

“I’m showing you what you would be missing out on if you dated my brother,” she breathlessly says against your lips.

She kisses your open mouth, tongue easily sliding in. You feel her fingers caress your inner thigh.

Her vanilla perfume dazes you, putting you in a dream where all you feel is her.

When her fingers graze your clit, your hips move into her touch, a small moan in your throat.

She moves away only to push you onto your back. Hands massage your breasts before traveling downward.

“Guys are so rough. You don’t need that,” she says as she slides your underwear off. “You need someone with a gentle hand. Or with a gentle mouth,” she adds, smirking.

She’s moving too fast, and you’re still clouded with the scent of her.

When her lips wrap around your swollen bud, you’re mercilessly brought back to reality, a loud whimper finally escaping you.

You feel her start to lap at you, her warm tongue licking at your slit before returning to where you’re aching.

If you were thinking rationally, you wouldn’t be letting your best friend touch you like this. Tongue going in circles as you can’t think of anything else besides the hot waves of pleasure swirling in your belly.

Sarah keeps one of her hands on your hip, pink nails digging into your skin as she tries to keep you glued to the bed.

The same bed where you two used to share secrets for no one else to hear. You and Sarah have done everything together, nothing separating you. That’s only truer now as she made sure of that.

Her other hand disappears as she looks at your face, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip as she pushes two fingers inside of you.

More breathy moans leave you as she goes back to sucking at your bundle of nerves. Her fingers rock back and forth, massaging your sweet spot.

Finally, it becomes too much for you, your toes curling and your vision going white as you come.

She takes her mouth off you and through your tired eyes, you can see her lick her wet lips before plunging her fingers into her mouth.

Ecstasy paints her face like she’s drinking the nectar of the gods. A sigh falls from her lips when she removes her fingers.

She stares at you for a moment before she smirks again.

“I’m sorry, I can’t control myself. You just taste so sweet.”

[crookedteethed]

MISS world . • ° 　 .　 *　:.　coming soon

"Fuck, I love your pussy." Rafe kissed the corner of my mouth as his cock pulsed inside of me; with each pulse, strings of cum coaxed my pink walls white. 

He tries to get off of me, but I lock my arms and legs around him; I even squeeze my cunt around his cock, to remind him of what he needs. He moaned in pleasure, and his hips began to move back and forth once again. 

"Y'know Rafe, all these things that you've done for me, have left me so fucking tired." I sighed, not fazed at his cock stretching out my cunt.

He looks at my slit and then at me with those sick fucked puppy dog eyes, rutting into my cunt, trying to find another sweet release. 

"I'm not saying you haven't done me any good." I cooed, caressing the side of his face with my thumb. "But if there is one thing you can do for me its--" My breath hitched at his cock kissing my cervix. 

He brought his masculine hands to my waist and started fucking into me harder. "Anything, I'd do anything for you." He grunted. 

"Good." I brought his face to mine by squeezing his plush cheeks. "I need you to make sure your sister doesn't win beauty queen. I need you to make sure I'm the only girl who becomes Miss World." 

A/N: Don't know when I'll start actually writing this, but lmk if you wanna be in the tag list 💗

[queenofshilla]

LINDA HAMILTON as Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) (dir. James Cameron)

[harryspet]

yours to tame (1) r. cameron

[warnings] dark!alpha!rafe x reader, pogue!beta!reader, alpha!sarah x reader, werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics, ward is pack alpha, soulmate bond, forced marking, future NONCON/DUBCON READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: new short series yayyy

In which the Moon Goddess cruelly picks Rafe Cameron to be your soulmate.

word count: 4.3k

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You’d only come to this side of the island for two reasons: Sarah Cameron and your job at the country club. The rest of your time was spent with your friends in The Cut. The bars there had much better company. You dealt with Kooks enough, working as a beverage cart girl on the golf course. It was difficult for you to hold your tongue around them, that’s why you’d almost been fired twice, but luckily, your boss was a former Pogue who had a soft spot for you. 

The only way you’d entered the Alpha of Kildare’s house, Tannyhill, so far was through a window. Sarah hadn’t wanted to introduce you to her family yet, but today, he actually asked you to come to the front door. Her stepmom Rose answered the door, and Sarah introduced the two of you. Although Rose had a smile on her face throughout the short introduction, it was clear she disapproved of Sarah’s taste in friends. You met Wheezie too, who was much more welcoming. 

Although you were a Beta, you didn’t come from good stock. Your Dad became a Rogue not long after you were born, and your mother was always so depressed that you practically raised yourself. Although Sarah was an Alpha, her family saw her more as a bargaining chip to eventually be married off to the Alpha of another pack. Everyone assumed that her oldest brother would be the one to take over Kildare. 

Up in her room, Sarah quickly introduced you to her bed. You and Sarah were good friends ninety percent of the time when she and John B. were going strong, but the other ten percent when she and John B. were on the rocks, the two of you were much more than friends. Apparently, they’d gotten into a big fight last night, and, at first, you listened to her complain about how he hadn’t been making enough time for her lately.

“His deal is that he won’t invest more into us until we’re officially mated or whatever. But we’re so young, you know?”

“Sarah …what’s the real reason?”

She sighed, shaking her head, “It is because we’re young. I know we’re going to be together at the end of … all of this. But maybe I just don’t want to piss off my Dad just yet. He’d kick me out …”

“And then you’d be a full-on Pogue,” You finished for her, “I guess I get it. This house is insane.”

Sarah was needy, and oftentimes, she needed intense passion and adventure to feel loved. Once she finished venting, there was a change in her eyes as her mood shifted. From longing and sadness toward lust. 

You never liked Alphas, maybe that’s why you didn’t care about getting on John B’s bad side, but Sarah was different. She didn’t carry around a dark aura of corruption or force her will on others. She knew what she wanted all the time, and she was always willing to work to get it. 

You laid beside her, heads pressed against the pillows of her bed. She placed a hand on your waist and batted her long eyelashes at you. Slowly, her hands wandered underneath your t-shirt, “Would you want to sleep over?” She leaned closer, her voice soft, “I don’t think I want to be alone tonight.”

“Sure,” You answered as she leaned in to press her soft, full lips onto yours. The grip on your waist grew tighter as she pulled you closer. Although Sarah was an Alpha, she didn’t crave dominating you. You liked that she saw you as an equal. When she kissed you, she did it for both her pleasure and yours. 

She felt you up, massaging your breasts through your bra as the two of you made out. 

Hooking up with Sarah Cameron often involved a heavy makeout session followed by dry humping. Sarah liked to be on top because, you imagined, she liked the attention. She could work magic with her hips and wanted you to hold her waist as she did. You also had a perfect view of her from this angle. She pushed her dirty-blonde hair from her face, smirking down at you. 

“Have you ever been in heat, Y/N?” She asked. 

You thought about her question, “Not the typical kind, and it might happen once or twice a year.”

“What does it feel like?”

You frowned, “You feel weak like you don’t have control of your own body. And it makes me lack the ability to make good decisions. Remember when I hooked up with that Touron just because I thought his car was cool? Yeah, that was my heat.”

Sarah laughed, “I’m so glad you didn’t get knocked up.”

“You and me both,” you smiled at her. 

You stared at each other for a moment before Sarah leaned back down to kiss you. However, a pounding on the door interrupted you two. “Sarah! Sarah Cameron,” A deep voice sang from the other side of the door. As your heart jumped out of your chest, Sarah crawled off of you. She grabbed ahold of her shirt, trying to turn her shirt the right way around so she could put it on. 

You moved to fix your hair, but the door opened just as Sarah shouted, “Don’t come in!” 

“Sarah, why are there scratches on my truck?” The tall man narrowed his eyes on Sarah. His scent was strong, overpowering almost, and you felt a cloud of worry over you at the sight of him. You were distracted for a moment, the air had gone out of your lungs, but you remembered to fix the spaghetti straps on your top. 

“What are you talking about? I didn’t scratch your truck, Rafe!”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, why’d I find your damn bike right next to it. I told you to be careful, I don’t understand why you’re so hard-headed, you know? You’re going to pay to get it fixed.”

Sarah was the one rolling her eyes, “You’re insane if you think I’m doing that. I’m telling you, it wasn’t me.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you. All you do is lie, Sarah,” At the word lie his eyes finally landed on you, taking you in. Scenting you, no doubt, “This your friend? John B. know how many friends you have?”

“Screw you,” She hissed. 

You knew Rafe because everyone did. You knew what he was like mostly because of a girl you work with, an Omega named Sofia. He was like most Alphas, who preferred an Omega mate because they craved control, and he seemed like to type to pick someone purely based on how fertile they were. Sarah rarely talked about her own brother, and you were beginning to understand why. 

“I know you,” His eyes narrowed at you before he could place where he remembered you, “Cart girl.”

“Whiskey neat,” You responded, remembering what he always ordered. You also remembered he usually tipped well, even if he barely made eye contact with you. 

“Her name is Y/N.”

“You have some type of fetish for Pogues?” She scoffed, “You blow my mind, you really do.”

She lunged forward, pushing his chest, “Get out!” She commanded. He was clearly angry but wouldn’t challenge her further. He stepped back, turning on his heels, and she slammed the door as soon as he was in the hallway. 

“Ugh,” She groaned, her fists clenching, “I’m sorry, he’s . . . he’s rude and horrible.”

“I can see that,” You grabbed ahold of her hand as she climbed back on the bed. You attempted to calm her down, rubbing circles in her palm, “I’ve got thick skin, don’t worry.”

“You know you’re not just a hook-up, right?” Sarah looked at you, sincerity in her gaze. 

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Usually, for me, hooking up implies sex. We clearly haven’t done that.”

Her eyes darkened, and a mischievous smile grew on your face, “Oh, that’s my fault,” Sarah leaned in, “I didn’t want to scare you off, but …I wanna fuck that shit out of you, Y/N.”

“I’m all yours, Alpha,” You teased her, and that was the final straw before Sarah Cameron wrapped her arms around you and didn’t let you go for the entire night. 

You arrived at the bonfire by the beach later than all your friends. You were trying to catch up with them, already on your third hard seltzer, and the buzz was quickly setting in. You were hesitant to go to a bonfire with both Kooks and Pogues invited, but so far, the night had been civil. There was a clear segregation, with a lot of the Kooks at the top of the beach by the dunes and a lot of the Pogues closer to the water. You were currently watching JJ and Pope wrestle each other in the sand. 

You bet 10 dollars on Pope winning while Kie was dead set on her boyfriend winning, “JJ has had like 8 beers. He literally becomes the Hulk when he’s shit-faced.”

“So? Pope is way smarter, though,” You retorted, “He’ll figure out a way to win.”

“You got me there,” You and Kie laughed together. 

Whenever you thought Pope might tap out, you screamed at him to keep going. It was an intense battle, but before the two of you knew it, Pope had kicked JJ’s feet from under him. JJ fell back into the shallow water, clearly hitting his head, “Shit,” You and Kie cursed simultaneously before you ran towards them. 

“You okay, JJ?” You kneeled down, looking down at his glazed-over eyes, “Did you pass out?”

Slowly, he shook his head, “Nah,” he groaned, “Pope just took the wind out of me.”

“You better not have a concussion,” Kie told him. 

After knowing JJ was fine, you cleared your throat, “No rush, of course, but I’ll be waiting for my ten bucks.”

“Yeah, whatever,” You heard Kie say, but you were already celebrating with Pope. 

As the rest of the night went on, you drank a little bit more than your normal limit. You were having the time of your life hanging out by the water and catching up with the people you hadn’t seen since graduation. 

You were standing by the fire, red solo cup in your hand, when you felt a hard tap on your shoulder, “Where’s Sarah?” A shrill voice asked, and you turned around to be met with the snarling face of a preppy, black-haired Kook. 

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Sarah Cameron?” She shrieked again, “Where is she? I know you know her, and I know she’s here!”

You looked around you, all of your friends now staring at you, “I know her, yeah, but you might have some vision problems because she’s clearly not here.”

You recognized the girl from the Glisson family, one of the most prominent families on the island. 

You moved to turn back towards the fire but the feral Kook was still yelling, “Fine, I need you to give her a message—”

Maybe it was the liquor but the sound of her voice was starting to make your blood boil. She was not respecting your personal space and she seemed entitled to your attention, “Do I look like her fucking assistant?”

“Y/N,” You heard Pope’s voice, “She’s plastered.”

You rolled your eyes at the warning. 

“Tell that bitch to stop running her mouth about me, especially to her brother. I am …I am not a whore. She’s the whore,” So this is what the Glisson girl was on about. Sarah had told Rafe she wasn’t the innocent virgin she claimed to be, “She’s the one with low standards, who fucks dirty Pogues, and pretends like she’s a good girl.”

You took a breath and stared back at the girl, “What did you say your name was?”

“Uh,” The girl was taken aback for a moment, “Madison Glisson, you can tell her the message was from me. And that she’ll be sorry when I am Luna of her pack.”

“Madison,” You smiled, “You got it. I’ll tell Sarah that you called her a dirty whore, and then I’ll tell her I beat your ass–”

As you tackled the girl to the ground, your friends began to shout your name in unison. Your drink spilled all over her, thankfully, and you quickly had the upper hand. Sand scratched you wrestled to hold her down. You’d already sniffed out that she was a Beta, and she was able to put up a fight once she got her bearings, but you were already whaling at her face, “You dumb bitch,” You shouted, “Who do you think you’re talking to, huh?” She screamed, trying to scratch and grab at your clothes. 

Your anger was partially because you felt protective of Sarah, but you also felt the girl had made a direct attack on your character and friends. You weren’t perfect, Sarah definitely wasn’t, but neither of you acted like you were. 

“Y/N, someone's going to call the cop!” You heard Kie shout. 

Hands grabbed your waist, and initially, you thought it might be Pope or JJ, but the touch sent heat over your skin. The person lifted you easily, and you thrashed in their arms until you felt a  sudden sense of calmness. As you were set down a few feet away from the fire, you locked eyes with Rafe Cameron. Your eyes grew impossibly wide, knowing that an Alpha’s touch should not feel like this, “You won, okay?” He said, lips parted and breathing heavily. His eyes were wide, too, looking down at you, “Wha …”

He pulled his hands from you, and that heat lingered on your waist. He stared at his ringed fingers, examining them, “W-What was that?” You finished, “Don’t …don’t touch me again.”

Rafe stood, backing away. With each step he took, there was an ache in your chest.

“Uh, Y/N, the cops are coming! We have to go!” You stumbled to your feet before you and your three friends ran in the opposite direction, away from Rafe Cameron. 

Unfortunately, according to pack law, only Alphas can challenge other Alphas. Therefore, your case fell under the jurisdiction of Kildare County’s law enforcement. The Glisson’s pressed charges, of course, and you were facing a simple battery charge. The worst part was that they caught you on Friday night, which meant you had to spend the entire weekend in jail. You weren’t expecting anyone to put up any money for your bail, but it was just another shitty layer to your problem. 

You weren’t looking forward to groveling and begging for your job back. You also knew word would get around and that the Kooks would gossip about your drunken mistake. 

On Monday, you were surprised someone covered the entirety of your three-thousand-dollar bond. When you walked out of the jail in your dirty beach clothes, Rafe Cameron was certainly the last person you expected to see waiting for you.  He usually expressed only indifference towards you, but he almost seemed…concerned, “Sarah sent you?” You asked immediately. 

He shook his head, “Uh, no, I’m here for you,” He was backed against his large truck, his arms crossed in defense, “Because you did something so stupid."

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow, “Whatever, I don’t want to know, goodbye.”

Swiftly, faster than you could comprehend, he grabbed your wrist. You yelped, quickly pulling your hand away. You remembered that electric feeling from the night on the beach, “I told you not to touch me,” You rushed out. 

“Get in the car, I can explain, Y/N.”

“No!”

“Listen, I feel it too,” He said, which made you pause, “If you get in the car, I can explain what’s going on.”

“Sarah didn’t send you?”

“No one knows you’re out except me. And I haven’t seen her; she’s probably scheming with the other Pogues to raise your bail money.”

You rubbed your temples, “I need to call them.”

You realized then that you must’ve lost your phone during the fight. By now, if no one stole it, your phone had gone out with the tide. 

“You can use my phone if you get in,” He offered. 

“If you try anything–” Rafe was already opening up the passenger side door. 

“Get in,” With a deep sigh, you climbed inside of his truck. 

This was a bad idea, although you were on a roll when it came to making bad decisions. Besides, you were curious about this sudden connection you and Rafe were experiencing. It was nothing good, that you were sure of, but you needed to figure out how to stop it. 

You were also sure he was working some Alpha voodoo on you. Rafe’s scent fully enveloped you inside the car, giving you that similar soothing feeling. When you tried to raise your defenses, to hone your heightened senses, you failed. You could barely concentrate on anything other than his smell. 

“Phone?” You asked after the truck pulled off. 

Although he seemed annoyed, Rafe pulled out his expensive phone, and typed in the password for you. Despite the fact that Sarah was confused as to why you were calling from her asshole brother’s phone, she was relieved to hear your voice. She and John B. had just entered a pawn shop, trying to sell some of her jewelry in order to raise money. You assure her that you’re okay and that Rafe is going to drop you at your house. 

You didn’t let her interrogate you for long because you had some interrogating to do yourself.

“Go ahead, explain yourself,” You said. 

“I’ve been, uh, questioning myself. You know, asking myself what kind of pack leader I’m going to be. How I’m going to live up to my Dad’s expectations and, uh, everything is becoming a lot clearer to me,” You stared with furrowed eyes, “Anyways, whatever, I realized, after I touched you that night on the beach, that we’re mates. True mates.”

“True mates …” You were already shaking your head, “What does that even mean?”

“Soulmates, Y/N!” Rafe gripped the wheel tightly, “Like hand-picked by the moon goddess kind of mates.”

“You and me?” You laughed. 

“I’m not lying,” Rafe grabbed ahold of your hand roughly. Your breathing quickened, and your eyes locked with his. Every muscle in your body was telling you to focus on him, to look at him and let him gaze upon you. 

“We’ll break the bond then,” You spoke through gritted teeth. 

Rafe let go of you, focusing his eyes back on the road, “That would be … extremely painful. For the both of us.” 

“I’m sure you would rather mate with someone else. Madison Glisson, for instance, remember her?”

“You do realize I just bailed you out of jail after you broke her nose, don’t you?” Rafe asked, “I’ve never been interested in her.”

“What about an Omega? Wouldn’t you rather have someone who’s going to listen and obey?”

“Betas are still ranked underneath Alphas. You’re supposed to listen and obey too–”

You scoffed, “I’m not that kind of Beta. See, it just doesn’t work.”

“I won’t reject you, Y/N, and you won't reject me either,” Your lips parted to respond, but you stared for a moment, dumbfounded, “Everything you had with my sister, or with anyone else, is over.”

“Rafe–”

“The Moon Goddess is offering you a great opportunity. A chance for a better life. Do…Do you have any idea what I could give you?” His voice grew deeper and darker. You should’ve known his nice guy routine was all an act to trap you here, “Huh?”

“I don’t want it.”

The car came to an abrupt stop as Rafe slammed on the brakes, pulling over into the dirt. The road was quiet but inside of Rafe’s car was far from that, “It’s Sarah. She’s got her little claws into you, yeah?”

“No, Rafe-”

“Yeah, I see what’s happening here,” Rafe nodded, “The way Sarah lives her life, toying with John B., messing with you, it’s not right. That’s no way to be a real leader.”

“She’s my friend,” You say, although you feel your voice growing smaller, Rafe’s presence taking over yours, “And I trust her more than I’d ever trust you.” 

“Do you think she’ll be loyal to you once she knows about us?” Rafe smiled, although you knew he wasn’t happy at all, and his eyes began to water. There was nothing else you could say to him; you knew that, and it was clear he was expecting a different reaction from you. He wanted you to fawn over him, to see how he’d taken care of you, and he wanted you to say thank you. He wanted an Omega which you’d never be. 

“Us? There will never be an us,” You sealed your fate with those words, grabbing the passenger door handle and practically falling out of Rafe’s truck. 

“Hey!” He shouted, trying to grab at you. 

Without another thought, you ran straight into the tree line. Despite the fact that you were running, you felt yourself breathe much easier, and your thoughts began to clear. That was the mate bond that you were feeling? You couldn’t imagine the Moon Goddess being so cruel to you. 

You ran from him, ignoring how right your name sounded on his lips. As he gained on you, your wolf took over. You were an experienced shifter, and you felt no pain as your bones molded and shifted. Your clothes tore from your body as you felt your speed increase. You glanced behind you to see how far he was behind you, but you saw a towering black figure with glowing red eyes. 

Angry with us, your wolf said; he’s angry with us. 

Slow down, this was Rafe’s voice now echoing in your head. He shouldn’t be able to get in your head like this. He wasn’t your Alpha, and you never accepted the bond. At a certain point, it didn’t matter how fast you were, as Rafe’s wolf was naturally stronger than yours. You still put up a fight, ignoring your wolf, as you and Rafe suddenly collided. You rolled through the forest underbrush, fighting for control, until Rafe finally landed on top of you. You did what you could to get him to let you go, biting at whatever you could. 

Shift, he tried to command you with his Alpha tone. You kept biting at him, which released an angry growl from his large form. Shift now, he tried again. Almost out of control, your wolf began to whimper. She hated that you were resisting him, rejecting him, and she began to punish you. You cried out as you were forced to shift, feeling every breaking bone and retracted claw or fang. 

You were weaker than you’d ever felt, lying naked on the forest floor. It felt like the first time you had shifted when transforming had left you bruised and bedridden for days. You breathed heavily, staring up at the Alpha before you. Rafe shifted easily, a muscular figure replacing black fur, sparkling blue eyes replacing red ones. 

“Please. Stop.”

“This is her will. Who am I to deny her?” Rafe grabbed your chin, turning your head to its side before sharp canines elongated from his mouth. Your shift had left you paralyzed, and you only could scream as Rafe sunk his teeth into your shoulder. 

You and Sarah had many conversations about mate marks. John B. had almost bit Sarah in the middle of sex. It scared her so much she didn’t hook up with him for two months, although he was entirely apologetic. Alpha mates marked each other out of respect for their bond, and Alphas often marked Omegas to exhibit their claim. You knew immediately what Rafe had done wasn’t out of love or respect. He felt you slipping away and took the opportunity to try to control you. 

Now, every wolf on the island would be able to sense Rafe in your own scent. They’d know you were claimed by, out of all people, the Alpha of Kildare’s son. 

Rafe carried your naked figure back to his car; blood smeared over your skin before he finally drove you home. You were in and out of consciousness at that point, but you remembered hearing your mother’s panicked voice and Rafe placing you on the twin sized bed in your small room. 

The next time you came to, both Sarah and your mother were in your room. Sarah stood by the door, her arms crossed tightly, and your mother was sitting on the bed beside you, “He just left her like this,” You heard Sarah say, venom in her tone, “I didn’t …I didn’t ever think he would do something like this.”

“He better make an honest woman out of her,” Your mother said, and you felt her grab ahold of your hand, “Alpha Ward will recognize their bond, won’t he?”

“He won’t be happy about this,” Sarah shook her head, “But he doesn’t ever reprimand Rafe in the way he should. Whatever Rafe wants, he’ll go along with it.”

“And what do you think he wants?”

“To hurt me,” Sarah answered, “I’m sorry about all this. I should go. She needs more rest.”

You turned your head, wincing, “Sarah,” You called out to her, but she was already slipping out the door. 

“It’s okay, she’ll be back,” Your mother said, although you knew deep in your chest that everything was going to change now, “And Rafe, he told me that he would come back once you healed. He thought you might feel better faster if you were home with your family.”

As far as you were concerned, Sarah and the other pogues were closer to your family than the woman next to you would be, “You realize what he did to me…don’t you?”

“He chose you,” Your mother sounded almost cheerful, “And he’s going to be a very powerful man on this island. He’ll take care of you and me. Like your father never could …”

You turned your head to look at the ceiling, deciding then you’d use whatever energy you had left to be far from here whenever Rafe decided to “come back”. Even if your wolf hated you forever because of it.

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[rafedaddy01]

Ok but imagine meeting rafe but having a bf that is really boring in bad.

So when your drunk you confess that to him and he makes it his mission to show you all the sex positions so that you can pick your favorite

(dont worry about your ex he is dead, probably 🤗)

I Can Treat You Better

Summary: you confess to rafe that your boyfriend doesn’t treat you right and he takes matters into his own hands

Warnings: p in v

A/N: thank you so much for the request

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“And he doesn’t even know how to make me cum” Rafes eyes widen at my confession. “Is that so?” He sit straighter in his seat, manspreading his legs.

“Yes! It’s so frustrating” I heave a deep sigh as I take a sip of my drink and lean back into the couch, frustrated.

I admit I had to much to drink tonight and when that happens I tend to have loose lips. I shouldn’t have said that about my boyfriend, especially to rafe, but what’s done is done.

“Well.. I can teach you some new positions. You know, just so you can get some experience” rafe sits closer to me on the couch, his hand trailing up my thigh as the other curls a loose strand of my hair around his finger.

“Really?” I turn my head to him, desperate for something. Anything. My boyfriend doesn’t satisfy me enough and I crave being touched by someone who knows what they’re doing.

It wouldn’t necessarily be cheating, no, I’d be doing it for my boyfriend’s benefit. Learning some new moves and positions, he won’t know what hit him. “Let’s do it”

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Me and rafe walked up the staircase and entered his room, getting right down to business.

His hands cup my face as he pulls me in for a kiss, his tongue slipping since my mouth and tangling with my own.

I moan into the kiss and he excepts it with an open mouth.

We move closer and closer to the bed until he pushes me down on it, I watch as he strips his clothes until he’s just in his boxers and I can see the outline of his cock. “Th-that’s not gonna fit” I nod towards his member and he smirks. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit” he grins as he comes in for another kiss, this time trailing his lips down the column of my neck and making me whine in pleasure.

“Let’s get these clothes off you” he pulls at the hem of my shirt and yanks it off, unbuttoning my pants next and throwing them to the side as I lay in my undergarments.

Rafe takes a moment to look and me and I swear I hear him mutter “fucking perfect” under his breath, but before I have the chance to ask him he’s tearing into my panties and unclipping my bra and I lay completely naked before him.

He pulls his boxers off and my mouth drops, how could it have gotten bigger. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit” he says before wrapping his big arms around my thighs and pulling me closer to him.

I’m already dripping wet, the idea of having someone who knows what they’re doing taking care of my body has me leaking with arousal. “Damn baby, who you this wet for” rafe takes his cock in hand and runs the tip down my slit and back up to my clit. My back arches as I try to get closer.

“Easy doll face, I’ll give you what you want in just a second.”

I’m whining and thrashing at this point, desperate for something, anything he’ll give me. And just as I’m about to beg, rafe impales me with his cock. My breath catching in my throat and my eyes roll back in pleasure. “There we go..” rafe grunts as he pulls his hips back and swings forward, setting an even tempo of thrusts.

“Oh, fuck” my body goes limp, my mind blank. I dig my nails into the bed and crumple up the sheets in my palms, desperately trying to control myself as rafe speeds up.

“Lift your hips a little, let’s me get deeper” I do as he says and I feel him in my guts, his tip nudging my cervix over and over again. I’ve never had someone be this deep inside me before.

“Oh, shit, rafe!” I moan and scream as he lifts my legs higher, setting them on his shoulder and snapping his hips harder. “That feel good? Huh? Tell me who owns this pussy, whose fucking you this good, baby”

“Y-you are, rafe, you are” my eyes shut as I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. “Fuck I’m close” I open my eyes and look at him, his hair is a mess, skin glistening in sweat and his breathing is rapid as he continues demolishing my pussy. “Go ahead baby, cum.” Before he even gets a chance to finish his sentence I’m squeezing around him and letting go, creaming all over his cock and milking him dry. “Oh, fuck” rafe groans as I feel his warm liquid heat me up from the inside.

“Shit” rafe laughs breathlessly as he slowly pulls out and watches his cum drip out of me.

“Next position”

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[drewwlover]

This is sooo Rafe

[obxologies]

a request if u want tooo🥺 i really like dark rafe cameron i need one where he broke up with her because he is scared to love but she walks on weird dudes trying to as*ault her and he just goes crazy because he realises he really love her

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: soft dark!rafe cameron, attempted sexual assault (not by rafe), physical violence, (soft?) angst, a little manipulation

requested?: yes

author's note: i actually had an idea similar to this so i added in a little of my own details, i hope you still like it. if you guys want more dark!character fics, i won't stop you from requesting 👀. dividers made by @cafekitsune

Tanneyhill was overcrowded with teenagers as music blared from every speaker in the house. The back doors were wide open as people went in and out.

Sarah and y/n held hands as they pushed their way to the backyard. Sarah led them to a small area where the could talk alone.

"So, see anyone you like?" Sarah asked y/n as they observed the people around them. "I saw your man from World History inside. What about him?"

"Eh," y/n shrugged uninterested in the boy. "He's cute, but he's unimaginable stupid."

"Okay." Sarah laughed at her. "Well, we need to find you someone. We didn't throw this for not to get laid." She smirked a little making y/n roll her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned to see Rafe with Topper and Kelce. y/n rolled her eyes and turned back around while Sarah groaned.

"Why are you here, Rafe?" Sarah asked. "I thought you three were having a sleepover." Rafe rolled his eyes.

"We came back here instead." Rafe shrugged. "Didn't know we'd be crashing a party." He said staring at y/n's back.

"So leave then." Sarah gave him a fake smile and turned back around.

"I think we'll stay actually." Rafe said slowly walking away with Topper and Kelce.

"God, he's annoying." Sarah huffed. "Sorry, he was supposed to be gone until tomorrow." She gave her a 'sorry' smile.

"Don't worry about it." y/n shook her head. "Just help me get to him." She nodded towards a boy who sat by the fire pit with a friend of theirs.

Rafe leaned against the wall as he watched y/n and the boy she had just met talk on the couch. She was practically sitting on his lap as she threw back her drink. She had clearly had one too many while trying to loosen herself up. Rafe's blood started to boil as the boy's hand moved to her thigh and slowly up.

"Can you not stare at them like a creeper?" Sarah snapped at Rafe. He peeled his eyes away from the scene in front of him. "You broke up with her, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Rafe stated through gritted teeth.

"Then why are you stalking her?" Sarah shrugged crossing her arms.

"I'm making sure she's okay." Rafe said. "Do you even know who that guy is?"

"Our friend knows him." Sarah told him. "His name is Cooper."

"Yeah, I know." Rafe huffed. "He's Logan Foreman's younger brother."

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Sarah furrowed her brows.

"He's an asshole who treats girls like shit." Rafe told her.

"Oh, and you've never mistreated a girl?" Sarah tilted her head at him. "Can you just admit you're jealous and leave them be?" Sarah laughed. "It's pathetic, Rafe."

"Where did they go?" Rafe stood up straight from putting all his weight against the wall.

"Jesus, Rafe! You're like a guard dog." Sarah scoffed before walking away.

Rafe ignored her comment looking around the house for y/n. He whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of y/n drunkenly stumbling down a hallway while Cooper had his hand wrapped around her wrist; dragging her to a guest bedroom. Rafe immediately started pushing people to get to the stairs.

"Rafe! Stop!" Sarah shouted. "You're so controlling!" She hurried after him, wishing everyone would move out of the way.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the, what felt like, unnecessary amount of stairs. For he once he didn't appreciate having such a big house. He pushed open every door most of them, fortunately, being empty. The only door locked was the last one at the end of the hallway. He started banging his fist on the door.

"Someone's in here!" He heard Cooper shouted from inside only adding fuel to the fire.

Rafe stepped back before throwing his body into the door. He huffed and reeled his leg back, kicking the wooden door open. He stomped inside the room seeing Cooper on top of y/n who was confused, attempting to push him off of her.

"Mother Fucker." Rafe spat charging towards Cooper. He grabbed the back of his shirt getting him off of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rafe grabbed him roughly making him face him. "You think I was gonna let you get away with that?"

"She's not your girl anymore, Cameron." Cooper chuckled, but was cut off my Rafe swinging at him. His fist connecting directly to his jaw.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Rafe kicked his legs out from underneath him before getting on top of him and beginning to pummel his fist into his face. Cooper's blood poured out of his nose and mouth onto Rafe's fist and the floor.

"Oh my god," Sarah exclaimed seeing Rafe. Topper and Kelce ran into the room going to pull Rafe off of Cooper. "y/n!" She ran to the bed sitting next to her.

"Sarah.." y/n grabbed her hand. Her brain still fuzzy from the liquor, but being more alert now.

"It's me." Sarah nodded. "I'm so sorry. It's gonna be okay." She let y/n lean into her. She wrapped her arms around her tight. Tears welled in her eyes feeling slightly responsible for the situation. "I'm sorry."

y/n only scooted as close to Sarah as she could. The feeling of her arms around her and her hand stroking her head making her feel safe again.

"Rafe! Man, stop!" Topper and Kelce shouted using all their strength to pull Rafe off the boy before he killed him.

Cooper coughed, blooding splashing onto the floor.

The room fell almost completely silent. The only noises being heard was the boys heavy breathing, Cooper's whining, and Sarah's sniffling.

"Get everyone out." Rafe instructed Topper and Kelce. They looked at Sarah who nodded before they walked out the room. "Make sure she's okay." Rafe looked at Sarah. His stare was hard, telling Sarah he was blaming her.

"I will." Sarah nodded.

Rafe grabbed Cooper and pulled him up. The boy groaned and struggled against his grip, but Rafe was still able to drag the boy away.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." Sarah leaned her forehead against hers.

"It's not your fault." y/n whispered. "Just keeping holding me, please."

y/n laid in Sarah's bed in a pair of comfy clothes she had left before. She stared at the tv not really paying attention to the show as Sarah was in her bathroom showering.

The bedroom door opened making y/n sit up. She relaxed a little upon seeing Rafe. He quietly closed the door as walked over the side of the bed.

"Hi?" y/n said softly. She moved letting her feet hang off the side.

"Are you okay?" Rafe asked sitting beside her.

"Yeah." She nodded looking at him shyly. "Thank you."

"I would never let anyone hurt you." Rafe said. "Together or not. I won't let anyone touch you."

y/n gave him a small smile before looking down at her feet.

"I wanna get back together, baby." Rafe said. He got down on his knees in front of her so her thighs were on either side of him.

"Rafe..." y/n sighed. "You're just saying that because you're worried. You don't love me." She shook her head.

"I love you more than anything else in the world, baby." Rafe grabbed her face in his hands. "I thought letting you go would protect you, but I now know the only way you'll be safest is with me."

"What?" y/n scrunched her brows.

"You can't do things like this anymore. You have to stay with me. You saw what happened tonight when I let you go on your own. What if I wasn't here?" Rafe explained. "You have to stay with me, okay?"

"Okay." y/n nodded slowly.

Rafe smiled getting up off his knees. He leaned down kissing her forehead. "Stay with Sarah tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

[prettybabybaby]

all i’ve thought of today is reader being gaslit by dark!cameron siblings and the only person i knew that’d understand is you Belle 😭

¡ outer banks masterlist !

you're right. i do. they're PROFESSIONAL gaslighters.

rafe always makes you feel crazy and like you're being overdramatic. sighing through his nose and tapping his temples as he uses a tone that makes you feel like an idiot or a child. or he'll cry and say he was a victim too, but most of the time he takes a more aggressive, violent route.

sarah twist things making it seem like it was all your fault and you're one in the wrong. you hurt her. or she'll say she had no choice. either way she uses the softest voice and the cutest eyes that make you feel terrible for making her so upset.

you end up apologizing to the both of them <3

[vertigoartgore]

Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor vs the Terminator (the T-800 model). Art by Katsuhiro Otomo (Akira).

[sunniepoo]

the camphouse murders ☏

summary: summer has hit the outer banks and the annual camp has opened! kooks, pogues and tourons are all flooding in but a series of brutal murders leaves everyone a suspect

act one……. (coming soon)

act two

act three

authors note; hey guys this is something working on for the past couple weeks, it is still a big work in progress but i am thinking to have the first chapter soon , hope you guys will enjoy!!

[smuttopiaa]

MUTUALLY PARASITIC #1 - Inspection

WARNINGS : Non-con, but kinda dub con, slight stalking, drug use, self hate, attempted suicide, mention of self harm scars, low self esteem, overdose.

Just a huge massive trigger warning! Please protect yourself.

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Today was bleek, like the days blending into each other, similar to some painting being smudged slowly overtime, distorting day by day. The days blended into each other, everyday was the same. Awake by Four o'clock in the afternoon, high until you crash around Five AM, the only thing you chased was that high, that's all that mattered, each day pieces of you were being chipped away. Not that you cared. Your parents dragged you to an island, like that would fix your issues. But it only isolated you.

The only person you knew was Barry, your dealer. But he didn't count as a friend, although you chatted, but it was short chats.

Here you were again, at Barry's rusty trailer. The only place you knew on the island. You knocked on the door, and Barry let you in. The trailer was poorly lit, by orange light bulbs, and the pale moon that watched over the sky. You stepped in, seeing a face you've seen before, but never dared to talk to. "What you want today?" Barry asked, while the blond boy stared at his phone, "The usual,"

As the brunette stepped into the other room, you caught a glimpse of dark blue eyes, that belonged to the blonde. "Your new." He noted.

"Just moved here." you replied without looking at him.

"I'm Rafe."

"Y/n"

Barry waltzed back in the room, handing you a clear bag, the Xanax pills poking exposed to the whole world, while you handed him a fifty dollar bill. "You good, though?" Barry asked. "Yep." you lied before walking out, not even bothering to say anything to Rafe.

You entered your car, and zoomed off to the beach. It was you favorite place in the obx, parked in the parking lot, overlooking the dark waters, that were once so vibrant, colorful, and full of life, but now, all that life drained by darkness. It reminds you of you. The moon watched as you sat in your car, swallowed three pills. Then waited, but all that met you was self hate, tears pooled in your eye. "Fuck!" you screamed, hitting the steering wheel. On the dashboard you made eye contact with the small bag which contained five more pills. You didn't even hesitate, as you swallowed the all. Then silence, the buzz that drove you from your home, out to the cut was gone. You sat in your car, and waited.

Your body started feeling heavy, like you were floating on air, in the clouds where your shitty reality seemed fake, you felt at peace. You were nodding out, slumped over your car seat. But then the unexpected, a knock at your window. You jumped out of your haze, as alert as you could on a shittongs milligrams of Xanax.

It was the blonde. Rafe.

You rolled down your window, "Are you okay?" he asked, your brain was as slow as a snail so it was hard to interpret what he was saying. "Huh....? I um...yea I am okay." you manged to say. "Xannys kicking in huh?"

"What are you-How'd you get here?"

"Truth be told, I followed you."

"Thats not creepy or anything."you slurred. He chuckled more to himself. This should've been a bad sign, but your brain is fried, and you didn't really care." Right, mind if I hang out with you for a little bit? " which sounded more of a statement than a question." I have a feeling I can't say no." you shrugged. He so kindly opened the door, and you so intoxicatly stumbled out. You felt uneasy, like your legs were gonna give out, like the world was spinning on its axis and you were ammune to gravity. You didn't quite know when it happened, but you remember making contact with the floor, the cold pavement touched your face. Then darkness.

You re-gained concousiness. You were in a car, moving slowly. But you were too weak to say anything, too weak to move even. You were trying to keep your eyes opened, but you couldn't. Then that same darkness overtook you.

Again your eyes opened. Only this time, you were met with light, too bright of lights. And you were wet, the clothes were still on, and you seemed to be in a bathtub. The bathroom door opened, and in came that blonde. Rafe! You remembered his name, you opened your mouth to speak but you couldn't utter any words, shame, guilt. You felt like such a failure. A sob escaped your mouth as you tried to speak. "It's okay." He rushed over to you. Embracing you tightly, as you sobbed into his shirt, without a doubt staining it. "Shhhh. It got you." He said, gently runing his hands over your hair. You didn't know him at all, but in that moment you felt safe.

A few hours into the night, you memory was still hazy, but you remember being sat on his bed, you'd changed, into an ill fitting shirt, which you assumed was the blonde's because it hung losely on your frame. You were alone in the room, staring off into the distance, trying to make your brain work, but it seemed to lag behind. You heard the door open, Rafe stepped in, a warm smile plastered on his face. He silently sat next to you.

"Thanks." you said looking at him, In turn, he looked into your eyes, you felt captivated by his deep sea eyes, they grabbed grabbed you and held you. "Why'd you take all the pills?"

"I don't know." you scoffed sadly, in truth they were many reasons, you couldn't pick a single one out. "Is it for the same reason you cut yourself?" he said looking at your exposed thighs, you quickly put your hands over them in embarrassment. "No need to feel ashamed." He put his hands over yours, and you couldn't help but notice the size difference. "The darkness makes us do things, that we can't explain." He utters, his eyes deeply engraved into yours. His rough yet soft hands cupped your cheek, pulled you closer, so close you could feel his breath. "Don't hurt yourself, your too beautiful." He smiled. It was the first time a guy has called you beautiful.

Most of them opted to call you 'hot', 'fine' and other objectify names, but no one has ever used the word beautiful to describe you. You leaned in, smashing your lips against his. His other hand interlocking with yours. Quickly his tounge slipped onto your mouth, you could taste alcohol on him. He scooped you up, putting you on his lap, his hand on your lower back, the other cupping your jaw, his tounge intertwining with yours. Uncontrollably you started grinding on his, rising memeber. You could hear as he softly moans into your mouth. This seemed like a bad idea.

He threw you on the bed, stripped his shirt, before climbing back on top of you, slowly grinding into you. You could feel arousal pooling inbetween your legs. His cold palms, sneaking up your thighs, his digits sliding over your panties and Inside of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slid his fingers into your entrance, then slowly begnning to slide in and out of you. This was a bad idea. This shouldn't be happening. You tried to stop rafe's fingers, by grabbing at his wrists, but you were much too weak.

"Wait, this isn't a good idea." you choked out, but he seemed to be deaf to your protests. You attempted to push him off, but it didn't work. So you resorted to bitting his shoulder, "Ow what the fuck." he let up a little bit, you felt a sharp sting as he struck his hand across your cheeks. You used this opportunity to get out from under him, running into the bathroom, "Get back here." He screamed, running after you. You shut the door behind you, but before you could lock it, he burst right in.

He grabbed your throat and squeezed, his puplis dilated, like predator looking at it's prey. You clawed at his hand, at his chest, but nothing, he only squeezed harder. He shoved you over the bathroom counter, bending you over. "Please don't!" you screamed, resisting as much as possible, but only seemed to turn him on more. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Rafe please get off me!" you yelled, tears pooling into your eyes. You tears stream down your face as he slammed his cock into your vagina. Not letting you adjust to his length, before he began thrusting in an out of you. "Get off of me." you sobbed. "Aww are you crying, shut up and take it!" he thrusts into you. It was making you sick that your body was reacting to this, it felt good physically, not mentally. The harder he pumped into you, the closer you were to climax. "Come on baby, I know your enjoying it." He said after a moan escaped from your lips.

You could feel your belly tightening up, the coil snapping, he was pushing you over the edge. Your vagina pulsiated around his thick length. Your brain became foggy, thoughts unclear.

" Oh fuck baby! Your pussy is taking me so well. Good girl." He whispered into your ears. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, and rafe's groans and dirty talk. You clamped up as orgasmic euphoria washed over your body, you felt rafe release inside of you. He paused for a moment, panting. Then he slides out of you. "Hope your on birth control." He shrugs, getting into the tub, drawing the shower curtains, and turning on the shower.

You slumped down to the floor. You legs were shaking. Your emotions heightened. Emotionally you felt violated, you sobbed silently on his bathroom floor. You felt disgusting. You were disgusting.

You managed to pick yourself back up. Putting on your soaking wet clothes. You walked out of the room, down the stairs and out the door. You didn't really know how to get home. You wandered on the streets for what seemed like hours, before eventually finding your way back home.

The front door was unlocked. You stepped inside, locking the door. Your heart froze as you heard soft footsteps behind you. You turned only to see your step dad, you scoffed and walked past him, saying nothing. But the look of confusion painted on his face lasted in your memory longer than you wanted.

You rushed to your room. Locking the door behinding you. You entered the shower, scrubbed your skin raw, hoping to scrub the flith off your skin. Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you came to the horrifying truth. You liked it.

I hope you enjoyed. Critisim is highly appreciated.

[cutielando]

dinner with the cameron clan | r.c.

synopsis: in which you have dinner with Rafe's family and it doesn't go as planned

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"I don't want to go" Rafe complained for the hundredth time, running his hand across his face.

"Babe, it's just dinner. They're not going to murder you" you replied, focused on the road ahead of you.

Ward and Rose had called you over for dinner under the pretext that they hadn't seen the two of you in a long time.

It was true. Rafe and you had moved into your own house together a year ago and hadn't visited his family much. Rafe had always wanted to get away from them and they weren't your favorite people in the world, so you never forced him to go.

"Yes, they will. I bet they've been plotting this ever since I moved out" he complained like a little child, reaching over and holding your hand in his.

"Babe, I promise we're not going to stay long. We'll eat and then we can go home. I know you don't like it there, I'm not going to force you to stay there any longer than you have to" you reassured him, squeezing his hand and rubbing your thimb across his hand in comfort.

Rafe was very grateful for you. You were the only person he felt truly safe with, the only one who understood him and never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do.

Finding your house was his way of expressing his gratitude for sticking by his side for the past 3 years, for just being there when he needed someone to listen to him and just tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He never had that in his family.

"Home sweet home" he mumbled under his breath when you reached the mansion and parked in the front yard.

"If it gets too much and you want to leave, you tell me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. We'll leave whenever you want to" you said once you stepped out of the car and stood next to each other in front of the house.

You were holding his face into your hands and were running your thumbs across his smooth cheeks, looking affectionately into his soft eyes.

"Thank you" he whispered and leaned down, capturing your lips with his.

Even after all these years, he still managed to make you weak in the knees and butterflies to come alive into your stomach.

"I love you" you whispered against his lips, leaning up and planting a small kiss on his nose.

"I love you too" he said while scrunching up his nose, making you smile at his cuteness.

"Rafe, Y/N!" you heard a voice call from inside the house.

You barely had time to turn around before you were attacked into a hug by Wheezie. Out of his whole family, she was the only one that accepted Rafe for who he was and they actually got along well.

"Wheezie, you're killing my girlfriend" Rafe said from behind you, chuckling fondly.

"I would never do that, I like her too much. I missed you, Rafe" she said while letting go of you and hugging Rafe.

The boy closed his eyes and buried his head in hers, hugging the girl tightly. You watched with a smile on your face, happy to know that your boy knew not everyone in his family hated him.

"I missed you too, troublemaker" he mumbled, earning a gentle slap from the teenager.

"Come on, mom and dad are waiting for you" she took both of you guys' hands and dragged you inside.

She pulled you into the dining room where a big table was set for 6 people. Sarah was sitting at the head of the table typing away on her phone and Ward and Rose were discussing something under their breaths.

"Look who's here" Wheezie announced, not letting go of your hands.

Rafe smiled awkwardly at his family, shoving his free hand in his pocket. You knew he was really uncomfortable, but you couldn't comfort him with Wheezie between the two of you.

"Hey" Sarah smiled at the both of you, mainly at you, then proceeded to switch her attention back to her phone.

"It was about time" you heard Rose murmur under her breath, thinking nobody could hear her.

"You should be thankful we're here at all" you said loudly, making sure she knew you were speaking to her.

She wanted to open her mouth and snap back, but decided against it. When you looked back at Rafe, you noticed a tiny smile fighting its way to his lips, which you were grateful for.

"Please, sit" Ward said and motioned for the two vacant seats next to Sarah.

Wheezie let go of your hands and sat down in her seat next to her mother.

Rafe went ahead and pulled your chair back for you, like the gentleman that he really is. You thanked him as you sat down and watched him take a seat, moving his chair so he was sitting closer to you.

You immediately took his hand in yours and rested it on your lap, running your fingers along his arm in a soothing manner that would keep him calm.

"How have you kids been?" Ward asked, trying to defuse the tension.

"Very well, thank you" you were trying to be as polite as possible, but it was not easy.

"What would you expect from a couple of teenagers living on their own?" Rose remarked, smirking while looking directly into your eyes.

"With all due respect, we're not teenagers anymore. We are both adults who are more than capable of taking care of ourselves, unlike others" you immediately snapped back, squeezing Rafe's hand lightly.

He was at ease with you taking control of the conversation because you never backed away from speaking your mind and putting people in their places, something his family definitely needed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rose sat up, defensiveness now present in her annoying voice.

"Mom, can you please stop? It's unnecessary and annoying" Wheezie spoke suddenly, shifting everyone's attention to her.

She was never one to involve herself in arguments, so this was a new thing for everyone.

"How d-" the woman started again but was interrupted by the waiters who came and placed the food on the table.

You put some meatballs and mashed potatoes on your plate, not letting go of Rafe's hand. His thumb started rubbing circles on your palm, a habit he had picked up early in your relationship because he knew it helped keep you calm.

"Eat something, act like you're hungry. We'll get takeout when we get home" you whispered into his ear, making his heart flutter.

You placed a kiss on his cheek when you pulled away and shot him an encouraging smile.

He couldn't believe how well you knew him and how much you took care of him. He hated the way the Cameron chefs cooked, so having to eat something didn't sit right with him.

You put two meatballs on his plate and a spoonful of mashed potatoes, your intertwined hands still on your lap.

"How is college going, Y/N?" Ward asked after a long pause, smiling his signature fake smile into your direction.

"It's going well, thank you for asking" you said once you swallowed down your food, trying not to cringe at the tastelessness of it.

Rafe noticed it and tried to bite back a laugh.

"Rafe, how have you been holding up?" Ward directed his question to his son, obviously trying to get a rise out of him.

"I'm great. Better than ever, thanks to Y/N" he squeezed your hand, sending you a grateful smile.

You smiled back and gave his lips a quick peck, making Wheezie gag jokingly.

"Not on drugs anymore then, I assume" Ward's words slices like a knife through you.

You hated when people brought up Rafe's past drug problems because he was not like that anymore, but people didn't seem to want to accept that.

"I haven't been on drugs for the past 3 years, dad" he said, having lost his appetite entirely.

"I'm keeping him healthy and happy, Mr. Cameron. You don't have to worry about us" you butted in, sensing how uncomfortable Rafe's father just made him feel.

"That's good, that's good" Ward nodded, his attention back to his plate.

It was silent for a while longer, the only thing that could be heard were the utensils scrapping against the plates.

When you looked at your watch and saw it had already been an hour, you squeezed Rafe's hand and motioned with your head towards the door discreetly.

He nodded, relieved that you hated it as much as him and wanted to go home.

"We're going to head home" you announced, getting up from your chair and waiting for Rafe to do the same.

"Already?" Sarah spoke up for the second time during the entire evening, looking at you in confusion.

"Yeah, we have a project to finish asap" you came up with the lie on the spot, trying to sound like you were busy and were not actually going home because you hated it here.

"You have to come back soon, though. It's been too long since we've all just hung out together" Ward exclaimed, getting up from his seat to walk you towards the door.

"We'll see" Rafe replied, trailing behind you as you hurried out of the house.

"I'll miss you" Wheezie said once she came out to hug the two of you.

"We'll miss you too, honey. You know you can come up to our house whenever you want, right? Just give us a call and we'll come pick you up" you told the girl, holding her face in your hand.

"I'll keep that in mind" she smiled, squeezing you one last time.

You said your goodbyes once more before you got into your car and pulled out of the driveway, away from the Camerons.

"That didn't go as bad as I thought it would" Rafe spoke up, letting out a big relieved sigh.

"It went acceptably well. Rose tried to start some nasty conversations a couple of times but I made sure to shut her down every time. Did you see the look on her face?" you laughed along with your boyfriend, finally feeling free of the dinner that had been hanging over your head for the past week.

"She couldn't believe it when you actually answered back, she's not used to people not doing what she says" he said once he finished laughing with you.

"And don't even get me started on your dad. Bringing up the drugs like that, without even an ounce of sympathy in his voice, I wanted to punch him"

"He was trying to pick a fight with me. Thank you for butting in"

"Of course, I wasn't about to let him make fun of my boy like that"

It was silent after that, but unlike at dinner, it was a comfortable silence.

"Thank you, by the way" he spoke up once you pulled into your driveway and stopped the car.

"What for?"

"Just being there, making sure I was okay throughout, sticking up for me in front of them. Being you, basically" he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his.

"You don't have to thank me. I'll always be there for you, no matter what, because I love you, so much"

"I love you too. More than words can say"

You both leaned in and pressed your lips against each other, sealing a silent promise that you will always be there for one another, no matter what.

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𝑩𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖(dark!rafe x fem!reader)

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; rafe can’t seem to get a certain Pogue out of his mind so what else could he do rather than take matters into his own hands

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; mean!rafe, Pogue!reader, kidnapping, manipulation, slightly physical abuse, Stockholm syndrome, SMUT

It all started off as little glances here and there and then it was when we bucked into each other during the time when my friends jj,pope, John b and Kiara where sneaking into the mid summers party for John b to see one of the cook princess Sarah while we stayed there for lookout

It was until jj had bucked into the cook king himself rafe fucking cameron that he hid and grabbed me thinking of some shitty plan on the spot to distract rafe so that he can make a run for it.

I reluctantly disagreed with this shitty plan cause A. It’s rafe and B. he’s a psychopath who hell would want to seduce someone like that. And of course he ignored my pleas and instead pushed me out the hiding spot into the Cook king himself making him stumbled back a bit almost knocking over his crew of friends behind him

He looked down smirking a big as he was towering over me

Shit

“oh look who we have here, another of these Pogues running around like mice’s at our party” He snorted out as the rest of his crew laughed out loud

“where’s a pretty thing like yourself headed off to” he asked out now seeing me frozen beneath him

My mouth opened but nothing came out, my voice suddenly felt like it was gone and the air felt like it was slowly suffocating me

“I don’t think this one talks that much like the rest of them rafe” topper called out

rage did nothing but snicker some more at this

“I-I’m sorry that I bumped into you, I was just taking my leave..I’m lost” My voice spoke barely over a whisper as I looked everywhere but at the giants in front of me. For a moment the room went silent which meant for me was a good thing which is when I decided to take my leave, As I was about to walk right back past him when he instinctively grabbed my arm

“and where do you think your going” he asked

“I don’t think you understand, I’m trying to leave to avoid whatever the hell it is you and your friends are looking for” I tried to reason out

“She def covering up for that dirty Pogue maybank” Kelce snorted over at topper as they shared some look

“Shut your stupid mouths about jj” I half yelled at them leading to rafe manhandling me, yanking my arms and pulled me more closer towards as I looked up at him eye to eye

He smirked at my newfound of confidence making me nervous a bit

“And what are you gonna do about it if we don’t” he breathed out into my face smirking like the stupid snob he is

my mouth went shut I couldn’t say anything back

This time he gripped the collar of my shirt pushing my face even more closer to his than it already was

“I asked a question” he slowly said looking into my eyes

“HEY! Why don’t you guys pick on someone your own size” JJ jumped out of his hiding spot turning everyone’s heads as I pushed myself off rafe and ran over to JJ

“Get his ass” rafe ordered as we both took a run for it and I followed back of JJ as they rest of the cook boys chased us through the party, that was when JJ took a turn into three men’s bathroom until we both were corned

Fuck

“Well looks like we got you guys right where we wanted you” rafe said inching closer to JJ until they where face to face

“someone’s been stalking me” JJ jokes out leaving rafe to grab him up and slam him into the wall as pushed myself over there to stop him

“GET OFF HIM YOU JERK!?”I screamed out

I tried to pull his hands off JJ’s collar leaving one of his friends topper to hold me back

JJ kept moving out of his grasp cursing him out to let me go

Thankfully someone walked in leaving topper to let go off me and rafe to back up a bit off JJ

“What’s going on in here boys” the man asked out

“Oh nothing just was having a nice talk with my friend here” the man looked over at us and then back at me

“And why is there a woman in the males room” He asked

“O-oh she here got lost and was asking for directions to the ladies room”Topper joined in as the man nodded

“Well I’ll show her to where it is now, it’s rude to keep a lady waiting you know” JJ chuckled out winking at rafe as he led us both out the bathroom rushing to don’t he others

“Great job almost having me killed by the way” I joked out

He laughed

“Notice how you said almost” he said leading us both to where the others where at

I just rolled my eyes at this



Time ship to now after that whole situation I’ve avoided rafe entirely especially after the rumors that where starting to circulate around the Cook King

After his whole situation with Sarah and framing John b for the murder of sheriff perkin and heading to jail, while the Pogues and I were still on the hunt to find out where the Gold was that was hidden while also keeping a low profile

What I hadn’t know was that during this time someone was lurking in the shadows waiting for the right time to prance on there prey

𝘙𝘈𝘍𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘝

‘So beautiful’ I muttered out to myself staring at the thousands of photographs that I had hanging on the wall in my room

“Rafe!” I heard my father call out in the hallways making me scurry and cover back up the photolog on my wall while rushing to open the door

“What?” I asked in a monotone manner

My father only looked a bit inside my room and then right back at me

“what are you doing so long, I don't even seeing anything Packed yet and we're about to leave” he questioned upon seeing my room casual

“I gotta do something first before I leave” I explained resting my hands on top of my head in distress

My father sighed at this

“Hurry it up the boat doesn’t come until around 10PM, we should be able to leave the house springs 9:30PM” He said giving me another one of his stern looks

“..okay..”

“I’m serious rafe make sure I see your ass in this house ready to leave with your mother and your sister” He scowled

I hummed slamming the door right in his face

this old man

..now back to what I was doing

I gathered the duffel bag, the injection and the tape and hid it in my sweater while leaving my room and locking the door and rushing downstairs to my car

Once I got in my emptied out my pockets in the passenger seat and drove off to my destination

I’m coming for you baby..

𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘈 𝘗𝘖𝘝

the pogues and I sat down around the camp fire as we laughed and joked and drank some musty bear JJ stole from his dads refrigerator while John b and Sarah had left together going into John b’s house

“you guys already know what there about to do” Pope chuckled taking another sip form his beer while looking over at the rest of us

I giggled at this

“Ooh john b give me all that John d” JJ mocked, moaning out trying to demonstrate how Sarah was being like

“Guys stop it” I laughed out

“Speaking of which Cleo might if I talk to you for a bit” Pope asked looking to his side toward as Cleo as she nodded looking over me giving those ‘I’m freaking out’ eyes

“ohh, that’s so not what we’re doing right now” I huffed out watching them leave and then I looked over at JJ seeing him look at kie

“Guys please-”I was about to started pleading when JJ got up yanking Kie’s arms somewhere as she squealed out

“sorry t, well come back quick” she rushed out laughing along with JJ

“well just great, I'm by myself once again” I muttered out

minutes passed by and I still stuck on the floor on my third bottle of beer staring out at the stars.

I snapped out my trance hearing some shuffling in the bushes that were a bit further away from me, I looked back seeing nothing but the bushes shaking form the wind

I shrugged it off

then some more shuffling was heard

that's it

I got up and made my way over to the bushes that were swaying from the wind

“hello”I whispered stepping more closer to the bushes peeking around

silence

I started walking more further into the woods looking around some more, I stood still for a moment to concentrate and try to depict where the sound was coming from but right then I left a sharp pain on my neck

“Ugh” I cried out nearly falling a bit as my hands felt for what was in my neck and I felt another persons hands along with a needle, I tried moving a bit to get them off me but they kept harshly groping my hands and holding them behind my back

“HELP!?”My voiced half screamed out but the person covered up my mouth but I bit them making him yelp in pain

I pushed my hands around to fight off the person and then punched them right in he balls as they groaned out falling to the floor holding his balls through his pants

I breathed heavily and tried moving back and running but my legs felt like rubber and my body felt so heavy

I didn’t know when I passed out but I felt my body give out and the light no longer visible to me

𝘙𝘈𝘍𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘝

I groaned out in pain still lying on the floor as I looked over and saw Atia passed out on the floor right next to me

Took her that long for her to drop to the floor

I crawled towards her groaning in pain from the contact of her kicking me right in the balls, using my free hand I had taken out the needle throwing it into a bush somewhere before getting to my feet steadily and weakly pulling up her body to carry her over my shoulders

“ATIA!” I heard a voice yell

Sounded like one those pogues

I heard more movement and more voices started forming, seems like they are now looking for there friend

I hurriedly swinged her over my shoulders and speed walked back to my car before they could find me

“GUYS WHERE’S ATIA!” kie yelled as her voices were started to sound a bit more unclear the further I was away from there

I reached by my car at he roadside and hurridly pushed her inside on the backseat to lay down and jumped into the drivers seat and sped off

while stopping at a red light half way there I had tied up her hands and legs and taped up her mouth shut, the injection in the needle would last for about the next 15 hours before she would be awake, by then she’ll be far away from this dump and at the new lake house my father had bought for the family to stay in as a safe house for a while

In the next 20 minutes I reached back and house and checked the time on the radio

8:57 PM

it read

I had a little bit enough time to pack some stuff til dad came to my room to come get me, maybe I can pack a few of Sarah’s stuff in there for her

I turned off my car getting out and opening the back seat sliding her back onto my shoulders and carrying her into the house

While opening the door and sliding through I walked passed my younger sister wheezie sitting on in the living room on her phone but she quickly disregarded it once seeing me enter in the house

“Rafe”she yelled running towards me

“Mom has been looking everywhere for you since everyone seems to be packed but you and-”she halted upon what she was saying as she saw me making my way upstairs with a human on my shoulder

“Why didn’t you wait until earlier to bring one of your little one night stands here and we’re literally about to leave” she sighed

I breathed out to keep my cool

��look wheezie, tell rose I’ll be ready by the time the boat gets here I just have stuff to do” I explained before walking back up the steps

“yeah stuff like getting off before we leave” she mumbled out before returning back to the living room

that fucking little shit

I just continued on to my room

Once I reached I slowly closed the door with r my leg and hesitantly dropped her onto the bed as her body sprawled out on the sheets

Now that’s that situated let me go pack

I left her getting the suitcases and stuff that where need for packing, making trips in and out of my room to Sarah’s room for stuff for her

While returning back to my room she started moving and mumbling out something groggily

“JJ is that you” she croaked out making me freeze on the spot

She isn’t suppose to be up until the next 13 more hours but they did say there were some side effects of it

“No it’s your rafey” I expressed with a smile on my face

I don’t know why but her calling me that nickname would make me go absolutely feral

She pouted at this

“No, I wasn’t my JJ” she whined trying to move around but stopped a short second later

I don’t why but her yearning for another man was making me go crazy

How could she be dreaming about that stupid Pogue when I’m right here

I breathed in and out to contain my anger but that wasn’t working clearly when she started again crying out for that damn pogues name

“All right that’s it” I frustratingly said while dropping the thing in my hand and rushing over to her

“You belong to me, not that damn son of a Pogue” I roared out in anger

My hands started fumbling with my belt as I undid it pulling down her shorts in the process, but I stopped midway admiring her white lace panties she was wearing

That’s hot

Pulling down her panties I was met with the beautiful site of her pussy right infront of my face, if it wasn’t for the fact that I was pissed off right now I would have gave my girl a nice ate out

I rubbed my fingers through her slit feeling the moistness from it

I then pushed my dick right in her feeling her walls clamped up right onto me

I groaned out

fuck she was squeezing me

I started moving in and out of her, fastly as I created a rhythm with my hips digging deep inside of her with no mercy. My balls slapping right on her clit as I groaned out form the contact

It took me second to cum right inside of her cause of how tight her walls were clamping me up

I groaned taking my dick out rubbing my cream all over her pussy before getting up to clean myself up in the bathroom

When I came back I brought a paper towel to clean her up too before resuming to packing up for the both of us

[venuslcver]

FIRST TIMES ⋆

pairing: virgin!rafe x bestfriend!reader

synopsis: the notorious outer banks slut, rafe cameron, never seemed to have a first time. at least that's what the people of the town thought.

tw: feminine described character, profanity, alcohol consumption, losing of virginity, unprotected p in v, smut, miscommunication trope, semi-public sex, toxic love (no use of y/n)

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

contrary to what most of the teenagers on the island believed, rafe didn't become the town slut out of nowhere. there had been theories of who he had lost his virginity to. maybe it was alice— his first-ever serious girlfriend from the 9th grade, or maybe it was mrs. sanderson, his 10th-grade student teacher who of which played favorites with him. she always seemed to have a keen eye on him.

sadly, for you, though it was never any of the above. besides a few whispers for here and there, not a single person would have guessed that it was you who had made rafe cameron lose his virginity.

i mean, everyone had to know that he didn't get his "expert" skills from nowhere. at least that was what every girl in outer banks called it. for years, you had to hear the people of outer banks talk about their "experience" or rather "run-in" with rafe. even a close friend or two of yours. it was enough to make a girl want to stab her own eyes out.

see, no one knew, not a single soul except— rafe and you. if it wasn't for you stopping rafe, he would have shared it with the whole of outer banks. just for rumors to spread like a wildfire.

most girls would have died right on the spot if rafe wanted more than sex and flirting with them. but you weren't one of the girls looking at him from a tiny perspective, i mean, you were his best friend after all.

you both were fifteen, drunk as fuck, while laying out on the open part of his boat. rafe had always seen you in a more sexual way than you ever saw him. not to say that you weren't attracted to him. he had always been known to make a few sexual jokes occasionally. and only a select handful of times did you see him ever gawk at you.

yet, on this day you had seen him look you up and down every chance he got. al though it seemed to be a little out of the ordinary, you shook it off, only holding it in the back of your mind.

so, when he intoxicatedly offered to rub sunscreen on you, like always, you didn't find it weird. starting off like normal, he began rubbing it in on your shoulders, then your back, but this time he slowly began moving his large hands towards the globes of your ass. you had been too intoxicated to speak, along with too turned on.

just as you thought that his horny-fueled actions would stop, he spoke, "i heard that for girls to get'a even tan, their tops gotta be off"

"is that even true?" you thought.

not giving it too much of a second thought, enjoying the attention that he was actively giving you, you shook your head in agreeance. taking that as permission, rafe gravitated his hands over your back, causing goose bumps to appear, before slowly pulling your string bikini top unloose, letting it fall to the sides of you, not being satisfied with the lack of view he was getting of your boobs, rafe pulled at your side, not before spoking yet again, "let me get'your front"

when you flipped around, you could tell by rafe's look on his face that he had only seen boobs in porn, never in real life. not wasting a moment with the opportunity, he yanked at your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss.

covering your boobs as you stood up, rafe guided you into the private bedroom of his new yacht. slowly pulling down your bathing suit bottoms, rafe began laying sloppy kisses down your neck, onto your chest.

wrapping your fingers around his dirty blonde locks, rafe let out a low moan. untying his swimming trunks, you pushed his waistband down, allowing his dick to come out.

pushing you hair out of your face, he spoke with sincerity, "are you sure?"

letting out a verbal "yes", rafe began positioning himself, gently forcing himself in. he began to calm you, "it's ok, baby, i'll be gentle"

slowly fastening his pace, rafe knew that he would come soon, although you seemed to be enjoying it, you weren't as distraught in pleasure as he was. it was a lie if it wasn't said that he was slightly nervous.

"does this feel good?", he asked as he slowly began to rub circles.

"a-a little lower", you said while guiding his hand. his movement seemed to make you fall apart with increasing speed. seeing you fall apart in front of him, caused rafe to become more confident with his actions.

see, rafe thought after what had happened, that you would want something more. but it seemed that you just wanted to keep your friend. taking your rejection to heart, rafe began to become increasingly reckless, starting to do coke. i mean you were the only girl that he was interested in after all. you were his first.

he didn't seem to understand that you never wanted to lose the friendship you guys had after what happened. quickly coming to terms with the fact you could still be his friend while being his girlfriend, you wanted to ask him for a second chance.

but sadly by the time that you had come to the realization, he had already become an unrecognizable person, one that you didn't even want to look at. though that never stopped him from eye fucking you from across the room at a party, all while being completely and utterly coked out

his change in personality never stopped you from reminiscing on how gentle he was, even when he had never done it before. though you never knew he often thinks of that day. hell, out of all people, he would stop doing dangerous shit if you asked.

[bbsxsaa]

I just wanna live in the obx world for one summer soo bad😩✨