#manipulative!rafe

[rafes-honey]

𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚-𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ౨ৎ

“He hit me and it felt like a kiss…”

You used to be someone.

Sunburnt knees and wind-tangled hair. Late nights in the hammock behind John B’s chateau, your voice blending into JJ’s laughter, Kiara’s sarcastic comebacks, Pope’s calm reason. Your world had sand in its teeth and salt in its veins, and you loved it because it was yours.

And then you met Rafe Cameron.

No you knew him before. Everyone did. Rich boy. Golden boy. Violent boy. Sarah’s older brother with rage behind his eyes and a temper that didn’t need provocation.

You knew what he was.

You just didn’t think he’d ever want you.

But when he did, he wanted all of you.

And now? You don’t belong to yourself anymore.

You’d be lying if you said you friends did care—cause they did more then anything.

You got text after text…

They were mad, and they had every right to be.

John B: you alive or nah? We just want to know you’re safe.

Pope: guess being a pogue is that shitty huh? Once a pogue always a pogue no matter what fancy fucking car ur in.

JJ: seriously tho. what did we do? was it me? if it was me just fuckin say it.

Kiara: cmon pls call us, atleast let us know ur ok 🩷?

JJ: don’t bother anymore if you wanna be his little toy, wtv. we tried.

You read every word, and each one felt like a blade twisting between your ribs.

You wanted to scream: I miss you. I’m not okay. Please come get me.

But Rafe was asleep in the next room. And your phone had his fingerprint now.

You sat on the bathroom floor that night in his house marble floors cold beneath your thighs, his sweatshirt swallowing you whole. You stared at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, barely recognizing the girl blinking back.

She looked tired. Older. Expensive. Hollow.

There was a bruise just under your jawline — not dark, not dramatic. Just a quiet echo of where he gripped you too tightly earlier when you said you wanted to go home for the weekend. He’d pulled you against the wall and kissed you like punishment.

“You don’t need them,” he whispered against your lips. “You have me.”

And that’s how he says it, every time: You have me. Like it’s a gift. A promise. A threat.

He didn’t always hurt you.

Sometimes, he was tender. Obsessively so.

He brushed your hair with callused fingers while you sat between his legs on the floor. Bought you books he never let you read. Dressed you in white silk just to tear it off. Told you he wanted to make you better. Wanted to “fix the Pogue in you.”

You let him.

Because he’d helped your mom with her bills. Put gas in your car when it died. Bought your medication when your insurance lapsed. He made sure you needed him.

Its your own fault really, your are the one that flirted with him on the beach that one day the minute he gave you attention.

Then you ended up at dinner and a few dates later wearing expensive jewelry he bought while telling him you were completely a virgin even though we all know you and JJ fucked sophomore year on some random looks bed at a party.

And now you were nothing but a mouse trapped in an impossible cage to escape.

| JJ (1:30am) : Pls, we just wanna know you’re doing well. I mean at least turn on your read receipts so ik ur alive.

ʀᴇᴀᴅ 1:45ᴀᴍ.

[simpforboys]

Frat!perv!manipulator!Rafe that finally gets a taste of topper’s dumb gf…

(Warnings: oral f receiving, manipulation, drunk/dubcon, cursing, praise, fingering, cheating)

series masterlist

Fuck.

Is all Rafe could think of when he saw you, wearing that white shirt that had your tits spilling out and showing off your tummy.

Not even mentioning that denim skirt you always seemed to wore. All he wanted to do was fold it up and dry hump the shit out of you like he did two weeks ago.

How was Topper such a lucky bastard?

You had a warm smile on your face, a red solo cup in your fingers as you giggled at something your boyfriend was drunkenly rambling on about.

It was a big party night at Outer Banks University, specifically for Alpha Sigma Phi. One where every frat guy got laid, except Rafe tonight. He couldn’t care less about the other girls’ eyes on him.

Not when your eyes weren’t on him.

Rafe was tipsy. He would prefer to be drunk, but he knew he should probably be somewhat aware of his actions. Especially since you were dressed so fucking deliciously.

As soon as Topper left your side, though, Rafe stalked over to you like a predator.

“Hi, sweetness.” He coos, blue eyes locked on your tits before flickering back up to that pretty face he’s so obsessed with.

“Hi, Rafey.” You drunkenly giggle, barely standing on your own two feet.

“Y’look like a mess, baby.” He teases, his big fingers moving to gently poke where the fabric of your shirt is exposing your soft tummy.

You squirmed a bit at the action, almost falling over. Which, Rafe clearly planned for, since his big arms caught you.

“Woah, y/n. Maybe I should take ya upstairs, huh? Back t’mine and Top’s room?”

He was acting like a concerned friend, but in reality, he wanted to get you away from all the prying eyes. Alone.

“Uhmm…” you just hummed unsurely, but didn’t protest when Rafe wrapped his arm around your waist and started guiding you through the crowded house, all the way upstairs into his and Topper’s shared bedroom.

He helped you slip your shoes off, your legs stumbling over to your boyfriend’s twin xl bed before Rafe’s big hands lifted your hips to set you down carefully on it.

“There ya go, good girl.” He murmurs softly, although his cock is painfully hard in his jeans.

“Thank you, Rafey.” You mumble out drunkenly, laying back on the mattress, angling your head so it’s not propped up against the wall while your hips still face the side of the bed.

“Anythin’ f’you, sweet girl. Y’know that.” He coos, his perverted eyes automatically drifting down to where your thighs are spread a bit, revealing a damp spot on your pretty panties.

“Oh, babygirl… look a’ya. All wet ‘n needy f’me. S’your boyfriend takin’ proper care o’ya?”

His thumb came over to start rubbing against your clothed clit, blue irises flickering back up to watch your face.

“A-ah, Rafey.” You mewl softly, lifting your head to watch with half-lidded eyes.

“Shhh, be a good girl f’me, yeah? Rafey s’jus’ helpin’ ya out.”

He gently grasps your thighs and pulls them to where he’s standing next to the side of the bed, fingers hooking into the cotton material of your panties as he tugged them down your legs.

You just laid back against the shitty mattress, mind spinning. But you trusted Rafe. He is your boyfriend’s best friend, after all.

Rafe almost came in his underwear at the sight of your drenched pussy. How long have you been left aching during the party? His poor girl.

He’s had so many wet dreams and fantasies about this moment, and it takes everything in him to not pull his own pants down and fuck you senseless on Topper’s bed while there’s a party downstairs.

But, somehow, he refrains as he spreads your thighs a bit more as he leans down a bit, resting his toned chest against the edge of the mattress.

“S’pretty… such a pretty baby.”

You went to respond, brain fuzzy from alcohol. But then a warm, wet tongue met your bare clit, and the only thing that escaped you was a soft moan.

“Fuckkkkk…” Rafe grunted, already leaking precum in his boxer briefs just from his tongue flicking out to sample your hardened bud.

Just the little taste already had him even more addicted.

He couldn’t help himself, he’s been fucking his fist to this thought for months. His mouth latches onto your drenched cunt, tongue swiping through your folds and over your clit.

“R-Rafe!” You cry out, fingers digging into your boyfriend’s sheets.

“Shh, sweet girl. Shut up.”

He lifted two fingers and slid them through your parted lips, your mouth instinctively starting to suck on the long digits. His cock twitched at the sight and he let out a small moan against your pretty pussy.

He watched you suck on his fingers for a minute before he reluctantly pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting your lips from his soaked digits.

“Good girl, baby. Such a good girl f’Rafey.” He praises softly, his middle and ring finger gently sliding into your quivering hole.

“A-agh…” was all that left you, unable to form words in your drunken, pleasure-filled mind.

He swore under his breath again, watching how your greedy cunt swallowed his fingers. He looked back up at you as he began to slowly slide his fingers in and out, his tongue moving back to slide circles around your throbbing clit.

You were panting, back arching, hips bucking. All for him.

“Such a sweet cunt, babygirl. Knew I called ya sweetness f’a reason.”

He crooks his fingers against that spongy spot inside of your walls, his own stomach feeling warm when he heard you whimper out.

“Rafey…”

Rafe felt like such a fucking loser, because all it took was you moaning his name before he’s cumming in his underwear, sensitive cock completely untouched.

“Shittt, y/n. G’nna let m’eat this pussy whenever I want?” He practically whimpers.

Your tummy was feeling tight as the pleasure was getting overwhelmingly good, better than any time Topper tried to eat your cunt.

He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your eyes squeezed shut, pretty lips parted.

“Cum f’me, sweet girl. Cum all over Rafey.”

His command was enough to send you over the edge, soft mewls and noises leaving you as your body trembled for a good ten seconds.

Which sent Rafe into another orgasm, his underwear and jeans completely ruined from his sticky, leaking cock.

And Rafe has never been able to cum without getting any friction on his dick before, but here you were, making him cream himself twice back to back while he ate you out.

“S’good… S’good.” He coos softly, lapping up your release, his own legs shaking a bit.

He was feeling overwhelmed, beyond grateful his chest is leaning against his best friend’s bed.

You let out another little whimper when he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, your eyes still fluttered shut.

Rafe sucked on his own fingers, feeling his dick twitch again at your addictive taste.

And there was no way Rafe was going to be able to last much longer before he fucked your perfect cunt.

[theyloveniahhhhh]

I can fix him

Him :

[wandassweetheart]

SOUR SWITCHBLADE!

currently playing… ‘sour switchblade’ by elita

pairing- toxic!rafe cameron x naive!fem!reader

warning!- toxic & manipulative behaviour, self-doubt, implied non-con, mention of drug misuse, brief mention of daddy issues, misogyny, oral (m receiving)

a/n- i love this song sm, makes me feel so slutty but so whimsy at the same time😵‍💫😵‍💫 also i hope this makes sense, enjoy! (creds to @anitalenia for the divider!)

your friends had warned you countless times about rafe, yet you kept seeing him. how could you not? he bought you gifts, spoiled you with good sex, made you feel special and with each time you let him you were just falling deeper and deeper into his trap. somehow this wasn’t even the first time, but it was the only thing you were familiar with.

was it really him you wanted or was it déjà vu?

you missed when it was just you and rafe against the world. you could always speak your mind, and he would listen. you’d both do stupid shit together and laugh about it after. watch the sun set at the beach in eachother’s arms. even if rafe never told you that he loved you then, you knew he did.

but now? you didn’t know if he loved you or your body.

sometimes he’d disappear for hours or even days. no explanation. no texts. you’d lie in bed replaying conversations, dissecting moments. had you been too much? not enough? should you have laughed less? smiled more? when he came back, it was like a drug hitting your bloodstream. “i missed you,” you whispered, crawling into his lap like it was your home. rafe never said it back, but he let you stay. you thought that was enough. after all, it had been you that drove him away for periods of time, wasn’t it?

all you wanted to do was please him, do things with him, do things for him. you wanted to return the favour for everything he did for you so that it was fair, even if it did hurt you in the process.

you wanted to talk to him about the things you could do. “we could just lay in bed and cuddle,” you murmured, craving for the affection you longed for. you snuggled into his chest further hoping for some comfort. rafe gave you a sleazy smirk whilst his hand slowly slid beneath the waist band of your panties. “or we could do something more fun?” with that, his lips reached your chest whilst his hand started to rub you and get you wet. you tried to relax into it, you’d take whatever version of him he gave you. maybe if you gave him what he wanted, he’d give you what you needed. if this was what he wanted to do then you would do it.

whatever he went through, you did too. he came home wired. you could tell before he even stepped fully into the room. the way the door slammed, the way his jaw worked like he was chewing on glass, the way his eyes didn’t land on you, just flicked past like you were furniture. you sat on the edge of the bed, silent. waiting. “he thinks i’m nothing,” he muttered. sniffing hard, running a hand through his hair, then across his face. his nose red, his pupils huge. “always has. always fucking will.” you knew who he meant before he even said it. he always meant his dad. you bit your lip, feeling something shift inside you. a pain you knew too well. “rafe, that’s not true—” he cuts your sentence before you’re even able to finish. “what the fuck do you know, huh?” he spat. but you knew, you knew how he felt. you were always there for whatever he went through, he was never there when you’d had complications with your father.

you always stayed there for him, perfect and obedient just how he liked it. “you’re pathetic, you know that?” he’d scoff down at you with a smile on his face. he knew that you wanted to please him and he loved that. the way he could mess with your mind and you’d still run right back into his arms. somehow you felt appreciated when he’d degrade you like that. it was like he knew the efforts you took for him. but really he thought you were so dumb for still trying. his point of view was a lot to live up to.

you wanted to worship him, make him feel brand new. he leaned back, his shirt slightly askew, one arm casually draped across the back of the couch. his eyes met yours, dark and calculating, and a slow, almost predatory smile spread across his face. you knelt between the spread of his legs with his hand ruched in your hair. as you moved, you could hear him let out a soft sigh of approval, but it wasn’t the warmth you were hoping for. it was cold, calculating, like he was only tolerating you. “you’re so good at this,” he groaned. “always makin’ me feel good, right? puttin’ that mouth to use…” his grip on your hair tightened as he pushed further into your mouth. you sought for that validation, you wanted him to feel idolised because you loved him, you really did. at times it felt like he was doing voodoo on you.

you wanted to fuck with him, he could bring his friends too. topper, kelce and rafe were all hanging out in rafe’s apartment doing lines whilst you brought them drinks. rafe pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “fuck, man, shit’s good tonight,” topper said, his voice a little louder than usual. kelce agreed with a grin whilst watching you and rafe. rafe completely ignored the other two, he looked like he was in his element, the drug giving him that relaxed, almost cocky air that made you feel like he was actually thinking about you. you rubbed against him slightly, needing his attention and rafe groaned quietly. “damn, i need myself a girl like her,” kelce chuckled, continuing to watch you both. rafe gripped onto your waist and started kissing at your neck. you felt cherished, you didn’t feel like a secret, like something rafe was ashamed of displaying to his friends. whilst rafe felt like he was fucking with you, he felt thrilled that he could exhibit you to his friends like something he owned.

in the end, his point of view was a lot to live up to.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

🟌 Rafe Cameron being the type of boyfriend who insists in paying for everything (Pogue!reader)

Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship.

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Not only is he the one paying out the money for your dates, but he’s also taken upon himself to cover the charges of your phone bill, whatever clothes you pick, groceries you buy for your family and more. 

Rafe always acts as if it’s no big deal, brushing it off because he wants to make sure you’re being taken care of. 

Besides, his family is filthy rich while yours is filthy poor, so there’s not even a point when you weakly try to convince him not to spend so much money on you.

But ultimately, Rafe is persistent enough to force you to accept the money.

But then, he uses it against you in fights. You think he’s controlling? Possessive? Toxic?

Baby, you better keep those opinions to yourself, cause Rafe is gonna throw to your face how much he does for you.

He’s given you so much money just to make sure you’re not starving to death and this is how you repay him? By being a complete brat?

Rafe could be with a Kook girl, instead of you - he reminds you, spitting the words to your face. Someone who wouldn’t need his money to survive and yet - here he is - with you.

So you might as well tone down that indocile side of yours. 

[s0lidar1ty]

The Beginning

pair: toxic!rafe cameron x fem!eader cw: Toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, verbal abuse, angst, mentions of grief/loss, slight profanity.

Rafe had never been taken care of before. After his mother's death, he always fought for Ward’s attention. He tried being a good kid, showing up to school, doing his work, and cleaning up around the house, but the only thing Ward cared about was when something went wrong. That's when he finally paid attention. So, Rafe does the only thing he can and starts acting out. 

He stayed out later than he was supposed so, damn near flunked out of school but somehow managed to graduate, stopped taking care of things. He didn’t want to, but it got his dad's attention.

Deep down, Rafe is just a little boy in need of love. Of nurturing and comfort.

That’s where you came in.

You had been a family friend of the Camerons from when you and they were small. You practically lived with them. You came over every day and stayed till night, rinse and repeat. Eventually, you moved in. Your mother thought it best since she couldn’t afford to house you and deal with the expenses of a funeral. Ward was fine with it, he loved you like one of his own. 

After their mother's death, Rafe and Sarah closed themselves off from friends, Everyone gave up on them for a while, everyone but you. You knew what they were going through. You hated that you could relate, but that wouldn’t bring your father back, would it?

You insisted on being near them and helping them when they needed it but refused to ask. You were always there. Even as you three grew up and Sarah began to heal. Sarah started to do good. She helped around Figure 8, cared for the little animals and rodents the best she knew how. She found her happiness in nature. She was fine with that; she wasn’t angry or sad anymore. She was just. She was okay.

Rafe, on the other hand, went down the exact opposite path. He became selfish. He got mean, saying hurtful things to everybody, even his sister. You didn’t recognize the person you were seeing. What happened to the sweet boy in 5th grade who stood up to bullies? When did he become one himself? 

Sarah stayed out more and more just to avoid Rafe and his outbursts. But now, with her gone, all his anger is directed at you.

You’re in the kitchen prepping dinner. You and Rafe, despite being estranged, had a lot in common. Steak bites with mash potatoes being one of them. The last time you recall him eating it was a couple of weeks before his mother's passing. 

Was this too much?

I mean, it’s his childhood favorite food—what if you made it wrong or he didn’t like it because it wasn’t like his mom's? 

You push down your overwhelming thoughts and continue, cleaning the steaks and cutting them into cubes. You move to the stove, turning it on and buttering the skillet. You hear the front door open and assume it’s Sarah coming to get more clothes before heading out again.

“Hey, Sare!” You call from the kitchen. You don’t get a response, which you find odd but shrug off, going back to the steak to season it.

“Why’re you still here?” The sound of Rafe’s voice makes you jump. You turn around, chucking off the scare.

“I wanted to make dinner-”

“So you’re a nanny now?” He interrupts.

You make a confused face. “How does cooking make me a nanny?”

“Because you’re acting like we need you to cook for us. You’re always here, always pestering somebody—why can’t you be more like Sarah and leave once in a while?” he says harshly. “I mean, fuck,” he chuckles, “We don’t even want you here anymore.”

Your smile drops. “Right,” you say simply. You turn to the stove once again, your back facing him as your eyes fill with frustrating tears.

Rafe stares at you for a minute. Usually, talking down on people made him feel better, so why was his heart hurting the way it was?

He walks away.

[tjsweetheart]

RAFE TRABBLE

notes; rafe is genuinely an ass here, reader is hella dumb; for those who don't know what a trabble (triple drabble) its, its a fic with exactly 300 words in it

Thinking about RAFE CAMERON begging for your forgiveness. His distain towards everyone is obvious, and no one is exempt from it. Not even Sarah Cameron, his own sister. He would never, ever apologize to someone. No one but you. He was quite hostile to you at first; pushing you away, cursing at you, humiliating you, calling you a 'pogue' as if it were a derogatory term. Still, deep down, he knew he liked you. Your soft and kind demeanor made it nearly impossible to. But the moment- the second he saw one tear drip down your face, his chest hardened. Your eyes would pool up, and would eventually overflow. You were a sensitive person after all, and with Rafe throwing a drink on your new dress you bought specifically to attend his party, there was no way you wouldn't cry. You immediately take off, running out of the party. Sarah, who was beside you when the incident took place threw her drink at Rafe, screaming at him to go apologize to you. He follows you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you tight to his chest.

"M' sorry," he whispers.

You scowl at his half-assed apology, and push him off you- opting to sit at a nearby bench instead.

"Apologize for real. I want you to mean it."

Rafe gets on his knees if front of you, resting his chin on your lap.

"I'm really sorry." His eyes are pleading, and you feel shocked seeing Rafe in this state. "Please. I didn't mean it, I swear. Come on, you know I get bad sometimes."

You nearly swoon, and being the kind-hearted and forgiving individual you are, you hug him tightly.

"It's okay, Rafe. I know you didn't mean it."

Rafe smiles, unbeknownst to you. It was just too easy for him

[rafesdespair]

taking care of rafe ☆ imagine

when rafe loses control of his temper, he turns to self-destruction or aggression. sometimes he comes to you with bruised and bloodied fists, and you're always there to bandage him up and kiss his wounded knuckles. he doesn't always tell you how he got hurt, and it's probably for the best that you don't know. you know you likely shouldn't trust him as much as you do, but you can't help but want to take care of him. he loves you for it. he didn't get much of that support growing up; he feels safer with you than anyone else.

[lorasdolly]

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ: ᴅᴏʟʟʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Dolly!reader exists right between light and dark, constantly playing with the boundaries of control and freedom.

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She’s a contradiction, a direct oxymoron. Sweet and seductive right on the surface, but hunger and craving for more underneath.

She’s easy to give into her desires, playing into power dynamics, temptation, and pushing the limits of what is deemed acceptable. Addicted to control, whether it’s in her hands or somebody else's.

Her interest run deep and many would shy away from them.

She enjoys dark or haunting music, Nine Inch Nails, The Cure, or Siouxsie and the Banshees. It matches her internal intensity, constantly listening to it.

She desires control loss, weakness, and vulnerability. She’d prefer to be guided, and wouldn’t mind if the guidance is over the top.

She's truly strange, her hobbies consisting of playing with knives and making strange looking dolls.

Her clothes is always baby pink and white, contrasting with her dark persona.

Drugs or intoxicants are appealing to her, serving as tools to deepen her sense of surrender and submission. She’s borderline addicted, enjoying the haziness and blur created by them.

She enjoys the loosening of inhibition, the ability to be coerced into a state of substances that overtake her senses. She’s fascinated by the taboo. She wants to be pushed into uncomfortable or morally ambiguous situations.

Dolly!reader is often torn between what she wants and what she is made to want. She has a dissonance that is encouraged by her partner, being made to do things she wants to resist only to be made feel like she needs to follow through.

Dolly!reader’s partner doesn’t need to speak nor raise their voice to dominate, the control is in the subtle action. A glare or a hand on her shoulder can easily assert firmness and strictness.

Her partner encourages emotional dependency to make her feel like she needs them for validation and direction. Playing on her fears and insecurities creates a manipulated bond between her and her partner.

Physical dominance follows naturally, being pushed into situations almost forcefully. Her partner could take control of her body without permission, whether it be gently or with brute force.

Her partner will use Dolly!reader’s guilt against her, making her feel filthy or dirty for her desires that they play into. It compells her to please them more.

But of course, they only do this 'cause they love her. Her partner is attentive, whether it may seem like it or not.

They understand her and her needs, even if he goes against them at times.

Her partner only wants to show her their twisted love.

WORKS FOR DOLLY!READER:

sevika x dolly!reader

sevika x dolly!reader

[lacehartz]

cw in tags.

have just been obsessed (!!!) with the idea of dad!rafe and his twin daughters >_< him making them crawl into his lap late at night when he’s drunk off of cheap beer, goading and persuading them into giving each other a lil kiss ! all because he said it would help him feel better from all the heartbreak caused by their mother leaving him :(( it escalates quickly from swift pecks to disgusting and sloppy makeout sessions with rafe’s ringed (he still kept his wedding band) hands pushing their heads together.

it takes him ages to convince them to take their shirts off, to manipulate them into playing with each others tits. he’s so the type to compare them, especially the differences in how they look, turning it into some sort of perverse competition. for example, he’ll mumble something about your twin having a bigger chest than you, just to see the jealousy and despair swim in your eyes. of course you hated it, no one wanted to be compared to their twin. so, when you’re pulling your shorts down and exposing your panty-clad pussy, you think you’re being so smart; meanly snarling out a “but my ass is bigger, isn’t it daddy?” to your shocked sister.

[simpforboys]

masterlist for frat!perv!manipulator!rafe x topper's dumb gf

summary: Rafe is just obsessed with his best friend’s girlfriend… and it only gets worse when she’s constantly in their shared room. Luckily, she’s always willing to be his helper.

warnings: manipulation, dubcon (?), cheating, ditsy/dumb!reader, kissing, dirty talk, praise, swearing, oral (f+m), handjob, unprotected piv sex, dryhumping, fingering, groping, lmk if I miss anything

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

[potlattice]

Moth To A Flame

Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: mentioned underage drinking, toxic!Rafe, implied drug-use, manipulation

Rafe gets Topper's girl under control...

"Get your bitch under control." Rafe snapped at his friend, rolling his eyes at your sorry state.

Topper kept quiet, trying to get you to drink the cup of water he held to your lips but you slapped his hand away.

"Fuck you, Rafe." You slurred, eyes blurry as you stared up at the tall figure that stood behind your boyfriend.

He took a threatening step towards you but Topper quickly intervened by placing a hand on his chest.

"Don't touch her bro."

"He already has." You scoffed, leaning your head against the wall behind you and closing your eyes with a painful sigh.

Your head was pounding and your legs weren't working, so the cold floor felt harsh against your thighs. You had been sat, propped up against the brick wall outside the Cameron mansion for about ten minutes now while the boys argued.

"The fuck?" Topper asked aloud at your mumbled words. "What does she mean, Rafe?"

"She's wasted. She doesn't even know what she's saying." Rafe reassured him with a shake of his head. "Just get her out of here. She's ruining my party."

"Yeah, whatever." Topper nodded, running a stressed hand through his gelled hair.

"Put her in my room." Rafe said, looking down at you like you were gum on the floor. "Then come join the party again."

"I can't just leave her there alone. Someone might...find her." Topper frowned.

"Dude, my door locks from the outside too." Rafe rolled his eyes at his friend's hesitance. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and passed them to his friend.

"You want me to lock her in?" He asked doubtfully. "What if she needs help? Wha-

"Fuck sake! Enough with the questions." Rafe groaned out, taking a step back from the both of you. "You're ruining my high. I'm going back inside."

He headed for the patio door but just before he went through he turned back to look at Topper.

"And bro, if you start feeling guilty, just remember that she put herself in this position...and deserves to be punished, okay?"

Topper just sighed and stared down at the keys in his hands.

You were laid out on the soft cotton sheets, lightly singing to the music that played a floor below you.

Although your body hadn't sobered up yet, your mind was coming around.

You felt awful for your boyfriend. Even though you were slightly mad that he'd abandoned you in Rafe's room with nothing but a lamp on and a glass of water, you knew that you'd ruined his night. Again.

What was wrong with you? For the last few weeks, every time you went to a party with your boyfriend and his friends, you lost control and took it too far.

Last time, you said it wouldn't happen again but you knew it wasn't true.

Rafe knew it too.

You closed your eyes at the thought. Shame pommeled your stomach and you clutched it as you felt nauseous.

You were starting to believe he wanted you and Topper to break up now. If you so much as put a toe out of line, he was the first to notice, and the first to tell Topper to 'sort it out'.

At the thought, you scoffed and looked around the room that had become very familiar to you.

He was a very possessive person. It was obvious even through his belongings. The room was bland, but Topper had mentioned one time that Rafe kept most of his possessions locked away in his wardrobe or under his bed.

That's why you'd been pleasantly surprised when he had barely reacted after you started dating Topper.

A year ago, you had met Rafe first. It was for a birthday party at some frat house off the island but he'd also been there because you shared a mutual friend.

You had kissed a couple times and split a cigarette but after you caught him talking to another girl later in the night, you had stormed up to him and demanded he give your number back. Rafe refused but you were good at hiding.

Until your boyfriend introduced you to him 'for the first time' six months later...

"Well, well, well."

You barely had the energy to lift your head, but you recognised the deep voice and didn't give him the satisfaction of your attention as he locked the door behind him.

"Look at you." He mused, standing over you with his hands buried in his pockets, a grin pressed to his face. "Comfy?" He asked with a snicker.

You frowned at him. "Where's Topper?"

"Don't worry. My sister's keeping him entertained."

Your heart clenched at his words and you licked your lips. "He'll come get me soon."

"No..." Rafe drawled out, taking a seat beside you. "I think we'll be alone for a long time."

"Get away from me." You gritted out, shifting your body away but your head spun as you lifted it from the pillow.

"You should relax. It must really be kicking in now."

You frowned at his words but reached a hand out, trying to grab your phone from the nightstand. Rafe saw your actions and tutted loudly. He leaned over your body, uncaring that he squashed you below his heavy frame, and snatched it from your weak grasp.

"You can stop panicking. I won't do anything tonight. I've taken too many drugs." He rolled his eyes and started to scroll through the contents of your phone, already knowing your password. "You got any good pics on here?"

"Fuck you." You muttered with a deep exhale.

"Is this supposed to be me?" He laughed, turning the phone screen to you and you squinted at the bright blue light before your eyes managed to focus on the contact name:

X DO NOT ANSWER X

You would have blocked him but as your boyfriend's companion, it was handy to have his number when Topper wasn't answering.

Your eyes began to get heavy as he took up a relaxed position beside you, resting against the headboard as he had fun on your phone with no regard for your privacy.

His face was lit up by the glow of the screen and your eyelids finally fell shut just as his expression changed to one of elation.

"Bingo." He said lowly and you hoped he hadn't forced his way into your hidden photos.

back from holidayyyyy, just dropping an idea for a series i had in mind...

[isasweetie]

no i do not care that the reader didn’t stand up for herself in the last bsf!rafe fic i posted. that’s not their dynamic go to another blog for a sassy reader sorry not sorry! stop flooding my inbox with hate!!!😜 love u tho ♡

[princessbrunette]

rafe taking time out of his criminal schedule to be a big brother and lecture wheezie about overstuffing her suitcase was so funny and cute to me like he’s such a big brother skddjdn “anymore problems you want me to solve for you?” crying

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

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Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: If Rafe doesn’t want you to go somewhere, that’s what you should do. Except you don’t. 

WARNINGS: Toxic Relation; Domestic Violence/Abuse

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“She’s not going.” 

You and Sarah groan at the same time, eyes flicking to the door where Rafe stands. 

“Stop snooping, Rafe! And get out of my room.” Sarah throws a pillow at her brother but he barely pays attention to her, his stare directed at you. 

You cross your arms, annoyed. 

“What?” 

His eyebrows raise at your snappy reaction and he puts his hands on the pockets, his hair messy. 

“I said that you are not going.” he repeats, voice layed with determination.

Giving Sarah a small apologetic smile, you leave her room, not bothering to look at Rafe as you head for his room. Plopping onto his bed, you reach for your phone but as soon as you touch it, Rafe snatches it. 

“Can you stop being so annoying?” you glare at your boyfriend, but he only smirks. 

You curse as Rafe takes the phone away from your reach. 

“Say you’re not going.” he insists. “Say it and I’ll give it back.” 

You throw your hands in the air.

“Why are you being so pushy about it? What’s wrong with going to a party?” 

He squints his eyes at you and you can already guess what’s coming.

“It’s not just some party, is it? It’s a fucking Pogue party, filled with them.” you can almost taste the disgust in Rafe’s words, his lips curling downwards. 

“...and I don’t want you near Sarah’s friends. They’re bad news. Especially that John B guy … and JJ.” 

“Well, that’s not your decision to make, babe.” You push yourself off the bed, but he grabs your arm, swirling you towards the bed. You squeal, falling down and you’re about to yell at him when his hand wraps around your neck. 

Your hand instantly claws at it, the increasing pressure making you feel uncomfortable. Rafe’s lips only curl into a half-smile, dodging your attempts to knee him. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, yeah, baby?” his tone darkens as he looms over you “You’re not going to that stupid party. Understood?” 

You feel the tears burning in your eyes as you frantically nod, a shaken breath escaping your lips when Rafe releases your throat. 

Touching the sensitive skin, you look up at Rafe, an unbothered expression glued to his face as he looks at you. He throws your phone to the bed, winking at you.

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

"Oh shit.” 

You follow Pope’s eyes and turn around. Your body freezes on the spot, eyes rounding up as you catch the sight of Rafe exiting his truck, his head moving as he looks around, a pissed off look plastered on his face. 

You’re screwed. 

“Isn’t that your boy, Rafe? What the hell is he doing here?” Pope asks and you dive, hiding behind his figure. Rafe was starting to create a ruckus shouting your name, Topper and Kelce with him.

Their presence makes you nervous and you decide it’s time to skip the party before anything more dramatic happens. 

“You know what, I think I’m just gonna head home and-” you yelp as your arm is roughly pulled.

You barely have time to say anything before you’re being dragged away and you wouldn’t even have to look to know that it’s Rafe. 

“Rafe, stop! You’re hurting me!” your pleas don’t stop Rafe, all the bystanders shocked yet no one daring to intervene, moving away from you. 

You trip on your own feet and end up colliding against Rafe’s body. You whine, pleading with him to slow down but your boyfriend seems to have gone mad. 

He pushes you inside his truck without a word and as he walks to the drivers side, you look through the window, catching Sarah and JJ heading your way. You shake your head at them, they’re too far and you doubt that Rafe would enjoy them interfering. 

The truck starts and soon you’re on the road, small sniffles from you filling the space. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

Rafe’s fingers tighten around the wheel, turning white. 

“I told you not to go to the party, didn’t I?” he starts “If you fucking listened to me, then this wouldn’t have happened. You only have yourself to blame.” 

You bury your nails in your bare thigh, despair starting to hit you. Without a second thought, you grab the handle, forgetting about the moving car. 

It doesn’t work, Rafe quickly grabbing your hair, aggressively tugging you back inside. Both of you fight and you scratch his hand, crying out. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” 

The car stops, and you barely have time to process what was going on before your cheek implodes with pain, your face turned to the side with the impact. The bruising grip hurting your scalp as he uses it to recline your face. 

He closes in, his features molding a scowl. 

“I don’t think you fucking understand. I say, you obey. As simple as that.” he tugs on your hair, a reminder of his power over you and a tear slips from your eye. 

“And I swear to god that if you push it one more time, baby, I’m gonna fucking destroy this pretty face of yours.”

[pinacolada111]

moth to a flame ♠

Summary: Blair (I don't like using Y/N so just pretend it is) and toxic!rafe fighting but she'll always run back to him

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The late afternoon light spilled into Rafe's bedroom through the tall windows. The room was quiet except for the mellow playlist playing from the Bluetooth speaker. An empty glass sat on the table beside a bottle of tequila, already uncapped.

Rafe was slouched deep into the leather couch in his room, legs spread out. He had a drink in one hand. His shirt hang loose, the top few buttons still undone, sleeves rolled up halfway up his forearms. There was a sharpness in his eyes that didn't quite match the music.

Across the room, Blair stood infront of the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps of her dress. A tiny, tight, black thing, you could barley call it a dress. The hem stopped right where the cruve of her ass began, leaving her legs bare.

Her makeup clean but sultry, lips glossed, and her hair fell in soft waves that brushed her shoulders.

Rafe was watching her from the couch, drink still in hand, unmoving. His gaze trailed slowly up her legs. There was a grin on his face, but it wasn't just playful. It was heavier. Possesive, maybe.

Then, in the same casual tone he always uses to deliever the first jab, he said "You're really gonna wear that?"

Blair glanced at him through the mirror, half-smiling. "Yeah? Why?"

He didn't sit up. Just tilted the drink in his hand. "It's just...short, no?"

She laughed lightly, trying to keep the mood up. "You've seen me in shorter. It's a party not a funeral"

He raises his eyebrow "Sure. Just didn't know we were trying to impress the entire guest list tonight"

Her smiled faltered, just a little. She turned toward him. "I'm not. I'm just trying to look good"

"For you" She adds carefully, hoping he would just drop the discussion.

He chuckles, but it was more bitter that amused. "Right"

He sat up, elbows on knees, finishing off the rest of his drink in one slow sip. Then he reached for the bottle to refill his empty glass.

"It's just..." he said as he poured, "you know how those guys get. Everyone's drinking, people forget they have boundaries. You're gonna be stuck with them staring all night"

Blair turned back to the mirror "Then maybe tell them to get some manners, not me to change my dress"

She could feel how the energy in the room had shifted.

When she checked his reflection in the mirror, he was staring at her, jaw tight "It's like with that guy from last weekend"

She stopped halfway through adjusting her earring "What guy"

"Leo or whatever his name was. The one you couldn't stop laughing with."

"leo is gay, you know that"

"Doesn't matter" he said, putting his glass down on the table with a loud clink. "It's not about him. It's about you..." he said, standing now, crossing the room slowly. "You don't even realise how you come off. The way you lean in, the touching, the giggling, the fl-"

"I wasn't flirting", she snapped.

"You were. You always do this. And then you make me feel crazy for calling it out."

Her chest tightened. "Because you make a big deal out of everything. You think everything I do is flirting. I was just being nice.....I can't believe we are doing this again"

She turns back to the mirror to smooth her dress down "I'm not changing"

"Of course not. God forbid you do something for me without making a scene"

Blair whirls around "You always have to control everything. Maybe you shouldn't go if you're so in-"

He grabbed her arm, a bit too hard. Her body stiffened. The music kept playing in the background-soft, mellow, almost mocking.

"Don't start with this right now. You don't get to play the victim when you walk around like this"

"Let go of me" She tries to yank her arm out of his grip.

His hand shifted from her arm to her jaw, gripping it just enough to keep her still.

"You think you can keep testing me like this? You think I'm gonna let you humiliate me, huh?"

"Rafe, stop. You're scaring me"

"Oh now you're scared?" he snapped. "You weren't scared when you were acting like a sl-"

"What the hell is going on here?"

They both froze.

In the doorway stood Ward. His eyes locked on Rafe's hand on Blair's face. She looked like a deer in headlights.

Rafe dropped his hand and stepped back, like he wasn't aware of how close he had gotton.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"It's not-" he tried to explain but he was cut off.

"Get out. Now"

Rafe's jaw was clenched, his fists curled at his sides. He looked at Blair once, then he stormed past his father and disappeared down the hall.

They heard the front door slam. The low rumble of his car engine. Then silence.

Blair was still pressed against the mirror, her chest risisng and falling.

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Blair sat down on the couch, the fabric of her dress now feeling tight and uncomfortable against her skin. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body.

Ward settled beside her. He didn't immediatley speak, just watched her, like he was waiting for her to break the silence.

She didn't look at him. She stared down, fidgeting with her fingers.

"So...what happened? His voice low and calm. "what did he do?"

Blair's throat tightened. Her heart was still racing, but now, there was a quiet panic under it all.

"I-" she cleared her throat. "It's my fault. I pushed him. We were just talking. And we were both drinking and-"

The words died in her throat. She didn't know how to explain what had just happened. Rafe and her fought all the time. It wasn't a big deal.

"You sure?" he asked, there was no anger in his tone, just...concern.

"Yes. It's nothing...Just a stupid argument, you know?"

He didn't look convinced. He exhaled through his nose, his gaze softening slightly.

"Yeah, well...we were both kinda tipsy. It was nothing"

Another long pause.

"Alright, then" he said standing up "You don't have to deal with thaat right now. You're going to that party, okay? Go out, have fun, forget about it for tonight. Don't let it ruin your night"

She looked up at him "I don't know..."

"It's just a party. You've got a life outside of whatever the helll he's doing, alright?" You need tlo be around people who don't make you feel...like that"

She didn't respond right away, her mind still spinning. Something in her wanted to argue, but she couldn't get any words out.

"What about Rafe?" she asked, her voice barley above a whisper.

Her question hung in the air between them for a moment "He's probabaly staying at some motel again. You know how he is.

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The music was thumping loud, voices mixed in with the music. The house was packed-people everywhere, laughing, talking, the occasional shouts of excitment. Red cups littered every surface.

Blair stood off to the side, watching it all from the distance. Her dress clung to her skin uncomfortably now, not the sexy statement it was when she's put it on, but something too revealing, too exposed. The voices felt distant, liek she wasn't really there.

She caught a glimpse of Kelce, pushing through the crowd toward her.

"Hey B. You look good"

"Thank you" she forced a tight smile.

"Where is Rafe?"

Blair hesitated for a moment, her fingers running along the edge of her cup. "Something came up. He couldn't make it"

He nodded but his eyes narrowed down as he glanced at her chin, noticing something. "What's that?You have somehting on you chin"

Her hand shot up instinctively to her face, brushing over it quickly. "Oh, it's nothing. Probably the lighting"

Kelce didn't seem conviced, but he let it slide "Alright, I'm gonna go grab a drink. The others are outside"

But Blair wasn't listening anymore. Her mind was elsewhere. She kept replaying the argument in her head.

She slipped out of the house, heading toward the back door, feeling the cool night air hit her skin. The contrast of the quiet outside with the conflict inside made her head spin.

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Blair sat in her car, the engine purring softly beneath her. The lights from the party were distant now, the sound of the music muffled. She was tipsy, feeling the weight of the alcohol in her system and the emotions she'd been trying to bottle up all night. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, the reality of the situation creeping in.

She stared ahead, debating what to do.

A long breath escaped her as she glanced at the clock on the dashboard. The seconds felt like hours, each one dragging her deeper into indecision. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of everything.

She opened her eyes and reached for the keys on the passenger seat. Her fingers brushed them lightly before she took a deep breath and slid the keys into the ignition.

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Blair stood frozen in front of the motel door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea why she was standing here.

Her hand hovered over the door, trembling slightly. She could turn around now. Leave. Go back to the party, or head home, or do anything else.

But everything inside her pulled her forward.

With a shaky breath, she finally lifted her hand, knocking once, twice, the sound sharp against the stillness of the night.

The door swung open.

Rafe stood there, his hair messy, clinging to his forehead, sweat still visible on his skin. His shirt was nowhere to be found, and his pants hung low around his hips. He looked... surprised. Like he wasn’t expecting her.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The tension between them hung heavy.

Finally, she took a step forward, closing the space between them. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her like she hadn’t seen him in years.

Rafe’s arms immediately went around her, pulling her into him, his hands firm against her back as if making sure she wasn’t going anywhere. His breath caught, and for a moment, everything in the world faded except for the warmth of his body, the way she felt safe in his arms, despite everything.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against his chest, the words barely audible.

Rafe exhaled slowly, pressing his lips against her hair. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. His hands moved slowly up and down her back, trying to comfort her, like he was trying to erase the tension between them.

Blair pulled back just enough to look up at him, meeting his eyes. His gaze softened, and without a word, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a brief moment. Then, slowly, he kissed her cheek, letting his lips travel down her face in a tender path until they met her lips.

The kiss was soft at first, then growing more desperate, more urgent, as if neither of them could stop it anymore.

Rafe’s hand slid to the small of her back, pressing her body closer to his. His fingers traced the edge of her dress, and in the middle of the kiss, his voice was a quiet murmur against her lips.

“That dress isn’t that bad now,” he said, his breath warm against her skin.