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poge-life · 2 days
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The chokehold that first picture of Drew has on me is crazy honestly
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winterrrnight · 1 day
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requested by bae @rafescurtainbangz ! <3
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rafe cameron x fem!reader — celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend rafe 🌷🎀💒🩷🍧💌
waking up to breakfast in bed. surprising you with gifts throughout the day. huge flower bouquets awaiting you at the dining table. massive shopping trip. paying for your nails and hair appointments. clicking polaroids. letters of ‘i love you, birthday girl’ waiting for you throughout your house. opening only some of the most expensive champagne. partying with friends at my druthers. insta stories of you blowing out the candles. carrying you up to his bed bridal style at night. making soft love to you. lighting up scented candles. helping you to a warm bubble bath. whispering ‘pretty birthday girl’ over and over again in your ear. <3
I hope you like this kel! cause I think I’m kinda obsessed with this idea omg 🥹
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xxbimbobunnyxx · 11 hours
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I can’t stop thinking about Rafe with a lil girlie gf and a black cat gf and they all just balance each other out perfectly.
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whorefordrew · 5 months
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Rafe Cameron x Escort!Reader
warnings: unedited, smut, oral (m and f recieving), cum eating, p in v, unprotected s3x, mirror s3x, prostitution?, name calling, hair pulling, mild choking
"You're so big, baby," Your voice was like smooth honey through his ears, the sound alone can make him cum in his pants like a teenager.
"You take it like a good fucking girl all the time though," he grins before kissing you deeply, continuing his deep and rough thrusts. He loves the way your hard nipples brush against his chest when you arch up in pleasure, always appreciating the missionary position because of it.
Rafe had hired you as an escort to a business party tonight, just as he always did for the past two months. Even though your main job was to offer company as a date for various rich men, it always ended up in sex with Rafe Cameron. He was the only one you couldn't resist, with his piercing blues and charming smile, you were quick to get under him and offer what the others didn't get.
Rafe groans, the pleasure from your pussy clamping around his dick becoming overwhelming. He breaks away from the kiss and buries his face in your neck. Your hands are quick to grip his hair, needing to ground yourself on something.
His thrust become more frantic as the seconds go by and you can't help but press your lips to his ear, "You gonna cum in my pussy, yeah?"
That triggered Rafe's orgasm just as you expected. His thrusts come uneven and he buries himself deep inside with a gravelly groan.
You didn't cum but the way he came just from your words was enough to fulfil your needs.
Once he rolls off of you, he chuckles, "You sure do know how to make a man cum, huh?"
You laugh, leaning over to bite his bottom lip, "Not my fault you men are easy."
He swats your ass when you move to stand up then continues to watch as you move to the bathroom and check yourself in the mirror.
He watches with heat in his eyes as you tie your hair up and clean up your make up, admiring your naked body from your perky tits to the curve of your ass.
It's the thought of his cum still dripping from your pussy down your legs that made him stand up from the bed and towards you, cock erect and ready to go again.
You're in the midst of wiping the foundation off your face when Rafe comes into view from the mirror behind you and grips the dips of your waist. He presses his dick against your ass, thrusting languidly at the soft plump of it while watching your tits from the mirror.
You raise an eyebrow at him, "Again already, Mr. Cameron?"
He bites his lip when you push your ass back, "You're such a fucking tease."
You laugh but it turns into a moan when he slaps your ass then kneels to the floor. His big hands grip the globes of your ass and spread them apart to watch his cum drip out of your pussy. He swears he might as well have blown his load at the sight.
"Oh fuck," You whimper when he presses his face to your cunt. Tongue moving all along your slit, tasting his own cum. The thought makes your pussy clench on his tongue. The hard and wet muscle continues to explore your pussy, circling your clit, dipping into your hole and around the ring of your ass, over and over again.
Your knuckles have turned white from gripping the edge of the sink and there's a significant spot on the mirror where your breath has fogged up. If Rafe Cameron was good at anything, it was making you cum.
Juices squirt out of you and into Rafe's mouth when he presses his face as deep as it can go, putting pressure everywhere on your pussy. He revels in the sounds of your moans when you cum and he'd give everything to hear that for the rest of his life.
You sag against the sink when he finally parts from your cunt with a peck. His lips continue their journey up your back, pressing kisses and occasionally peeking his tongue out to taste your skin. His hand comes up front to grip your throat and pull you up. Your eyes track the sight in the mirror, Rafe's mouth and chin wet from you and your face flushed from the orgasm.
"You're so fucking sexy," he bites at your neck, his other hand kneading at any flesh he could reach.
You turn in his hold and drop down to your knees, immediately taking hold of his, still wet, cock and running your tongue from base to tip. That action makes Rafe groan deep from his chest and throw his head back with his fingers digging at your scalp.
You love sucking his dick, always eager to have him fill out your throat and your pussy right after. From all the times you had sex with him, a blowjob always ends up with him cumming in your pussy, never in your mouth and you never complained about it.
Blue eyes connect with yours just as you circled the head of his cock with your tongue and suck him into your mouth. His fingers flex and his mouth falls open at the way your mouth can barely accommodate his girth. Rafe has a big dick and he loved the way he stretches you out.
He starts to thrust into your mouth slowly, loving the feel of your tongue and the suction of your mouth but with the way your eyes taunt him through the unbroken eye contact, he had to force himself to pull away.
He pulls you up from your knees by your hair and gives you a quick deep kiss before turning you around to bend over the sink again. You watch as his hand works to spread your saliva all over his cock before tapping the head of his head on your ass and pussy.
Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel him notch the head of his cock at your entrance. Rafe takes a second to grip your hair tightly before slamming in deep and rough. Smugness radiates off him when you scream and reach for the faucet in pleasure, all while watching your face through the mirror.
He takes no time pulling his hips back and forward at a rough pace. He loves the facial expressions he pulls from you, your eyes roll back, your mouth parts and your eyebrows crease in the middle. It's a reminder to him that he's the only one to ever make you feel like this, as you once said.
"Such a good fucking slut," His chest presses against your back, face now right beside yours, talking to you while looking at the mirror, "You take me so well, baby."
You whine and bite your lip but Rafe wasn't having any of it. He pulls tighter at your hair, making you release your lip and let out the moans you were trying to hold back, "That's more like it, hold back any more sounds and I'll fucking tie you up."
Your mouth parts again on a loud moan at a particular thrust of his hips, the head of his dick finally finding that sweet spot inside you.
Rafe chuckles at the tremor on your legs, he presses his lips against your ear, "There you go...cum on my dick, princess."
The pleasure finally bursts inside you and you cum on his dick, squirting like you've never before.
Rafe fucks you through it, whispering praises into your ear before he follow suit. You listen to his moans in your ear and feel his warm cum fill you for the second time in the night.
Rafe Cameron may just be a client but he surely never fails to fulfil your needs.
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rafescurtainbangz · 8 days
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curtain bang rafe with his tiddies out is really important to me
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rvfecamerons · 1 month
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》 NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED — rafe cameron x reader
word count — 4.6k
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, NONCON + mentions of, slapping, choking, breaking and entering, victim blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, lmk if i’m missing any!!
summary — you always hear your next door neighbor arguing with his girlfriend. one night, things get loud and are too scary to ignore, so you call the cops. coming from a past abusive relationship yourself, your only intent was to help the girl you were sure was being abused too…but you could never have guessed how much the good deed would backfire…
a/n — had this idea for awhile, glad its finally done and i hope u guys enjoy!! if you like my work, please reblog & comment!!! if you’re feeling generous, consider supporting my ko-fi, if you’d like ofc. times are tough rn but ily guys <3 barely proofread btw
The sounds of raised voices bleeding through the walls of your apartment didn’t serve as a surprise to you. Focusing your eyes in on the oven clock in the nearby kitchen, you nodded to yourself. 6:30pm. That seemed about right - your next door neighbors were always going at it around this time…but not in the way you’d expect a young couple to be going at it.
You didn’t know much about the pair, only ever seen them in passing, but you knew they could never spend a full 24 hours in peace together. It was always the male’s voice sounding over the female’s, and you felt bad as you sat on the other side of the wall, listening to her night get ruined by a guy who seemed to be the epitome of obnoxious and overbearing.
It was particularly triggering for you, as you already had an instilled disdain for abusive men, having been through the wringer with your ex in the past. You couldn’t say for sure what went on on the other side of the wall, but you could pick out lots of similiarities between your neighbor and your ex just based on what arguments bled through the walls.
Things had definitely gotten heated in the next door apartment on many occasions, but tonight was different. The screaming you heard was louder than your TV, even after you turned it up twice. Your concern really started to spark when you heard what sounded like a crash, and then a loud bang directly on the wall separating your living rooms.
The crying that followed, and the way the man’s voice never let up prompted you to do something you hadn’t done before. 
The 911 operator was quick to take your call requesting a welfare check. Of course, you didn’t want to be that neighbor, so you made sure the police assured you that you wouldn’t be named as the complainant.
They arrived shortly after, and naturally, the commotion died down when the red and blue lights flooded the parking lot.
Lifting a blind with your finger, you watched through your window as the police spoke to the couple separately, offering you a much better look at each of them.
The girl displayed every sign of an abuse victim…every sign of the girl you used to be yourself, years ago.
Arms folded, hugging herself in consolation for the night she’d had; head hung low, no direct eye contact with the officer… 
Compared to her boyfriend who stood tall, hands on his hips and even a smile on his face as he spoke to the other officer. The two almost appeared to be having more of a casual conversation than an interrogation.
The girl seemed to be clutching her shoulder a lot, rubbing over it, and you briefly wondered if the loud noise you heard crashing into the wall was actually her…
You felt uneasy watching everything unfold, especially seeing how uncomfortable the girl looked standing outside, likely every eye in the neighborhood on her.
The cop eventually led her further away from her boyfriend, isolating her on the other side of a car where she was no longer in his line of view. He didn’t seem to like that, based on the look on his face, and the way his voice raised as he tried to peer around the officer, questioning where she was going, why she needed to move farther away. When your eyes darted back to the girl, it was apparent she’d started breaking down. Her sobs rang through your window, and you could only assume the added distance gave her the courage to finally tell the truth, to tell the cops what happened on the other side of the wall that led to you calling them in the first place.
Your heart broke for the girl; you’d been in that exact position before. Your neighbors called the cops on your ex on multiple occasions, and you remembered the pain in your chest as you tried to hold it together until you could get away from him long enough to explain your side of the story.
The officer led her back into the house, which only pissed her boyfriend off even more. He looked frustrated, panicked almost - especially when she came back out with a bag around her shoulder and some loose items in her arms.
“Where the hell’s she going?” He questioned aggressively, again trying to step past the officer who stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“The hell are you doing?!”
You watched the girl avoid eye contact, heading straight for one of the police cruisers instead.
You heard the officer explain to the angry man that in lieu of pressing charges against him, his girlfriend opted to just go stay with a family member for the night.
He cursed at that, annoyance evident as he ran both hands through his hair.
They came to rest on the back of his head, interlocking together as he looked up in frustration.
He’d craned his neck just enough for his eyes to latch onto yours through your window. The moment both gazes met, the man cocked his head to the side.
You scurried back from the window, heart racing as you sat with the fact that you’d clearly been caught spying on your neighbor.
At the same time though, your brain tried to convince you that he somehow hadn’t seen you, and you waited a good minute before daring to peek back through the blind again.
You froze when you looked down to find the stranger’s gaze still casted up at your window, and you saw his eyes linger on you for longer than you were comfortable with. But you didn’t back down this time…that’s what guys like him wanted, it’s what they counted on.
The uncomfortableness loitered around, even after the police lights faded out and the tall stranger eventually sauntered back into his own apartment, now presumably alone for the night.
…Just like you next door.
Sleep found you before your apartment was infiltrated later on that night, so you were completely oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and clicking shut. The footsteps traveling up the stairs and into your bedroom were missed by you too.
A series of soft breaths filled the air, growing louder the closer Rafe crept to your bed.
With a narrowed gaze, he stopped just short of you. He loomed over you, and thoughts darker than your pitch black room swirled around his mind as he eyed you down, studying your sleeping frame and your face.
Rafe had seen you a handful of times heading to your car, checking your mailbox; but never really got much of a good look at you. 
Now, he thought you looked rather peaceful as you slept; a total contrast to the shit starter he could only assume you to be.
He’d noted that you never seemed to have much company over; never seemed to go anywhere besides work, given the fact that you came and went at the same time each day. Clearly, your life was uneventful. No wonder you felt the need to pry into the business of someone you didn’t even know.
So intrusive…so what was wrong with intruding on you now?
His resentment continued to fester the longer he stared at you, until Rafe finally found himself lifting a hand to your nose. He pinched the cartilage, effectively cutting off your airway. His eyes never left you, clocking the first time your chest eventually couldn’t rise again, and you slowly started to stir awake, surely alarmed at the sudden inability to cycle air through your nose.
Your lips parted, chest rising again as you blinked your eyes open. It took you a second to make out the dark figure at your bedside, towering over you with a hand on your face.
As the moonlight bled through your blinds, you made out enough slivers of his face to recognize the man you’d basically called the cops on earlier that night.
The realization had you sucking in a deep breath through your mouth, ready to scream in hopes of someone hearing you and trying to help, the same way you’d tried to help your neighbor.
Now the source of the screams from the girl you’d pitied listening to night after night, had his hands on you.
The reprieve of inhaling through your nose again was short lived as his palm curled over your lips, muffling the hoarse screams you tried to let out.
“Don’t…don’t make a sound.” He pointedly hissed.
It had to be the calmest you’d ever heard the stranger sound, which chilled you.
Every last muscle was tense as the man leaned closer, his face now crowding your own.
Your heart sank, racing in your chest as anxiety and dread began to consume you.
Rafe could sense your fear building as he lowered himself down, a smirk materializing on his face when he felt you start to tremble slightly.
His eyes darted across your face now, revelling in the sight of your watery, wide eyes on him. His dick twitched in his pants, and he only removed his hand from your mouth when he started to speak again. It lingered around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin as if he was just waiting to clamp around it.
“Hi, neighbor,” his voice was low as he elongated the label; and eerily calm given the circumstances, “…don’t think we’re properly met yet…I’m Rafe. What’s your name?”
The way he posed the question so casually scared you. You breathing was picking up as you blinked up at him.
When you didn’t answer, Rafe dipped his fingers into the sides of your neck, applying a bit of pressure as a warning.
You breathlessly forced your name past your lips, and he repeated your name with a slow nod.
He hummed, “pretty. You moved in here…what, couple months ago?” He spoke tauntingly.
“How are you liking the place? Cause, we love it,” he stiffled an ingenuine chuckle before continuing, “not too close to downtown, but close enough to everything you need, y’know?”
You shook your head at the way he carried on such a normal conversation during such a heinous situation.
“How do you like it so far?” His hand still danced around your neck, and you swallowed hard at the looming threat.
“…It’s a little loud,” you finally said, insinuating that you’d heard his outbursts with his girlfriend already, so his friendly neighbor charade was unnecessary.
His laugh was louder this time, and you couldn’t help but flinch.
“Right…right. Yeah uh, sorry about the noise. My girlfriend gets pretty loud. Can’t say I blame her though…” his hips pressed down further into you for a second, “I make it hard to keep quiet.”
Feeling the stranger stiffen against your stomach had you cringing; his sick intentions were only getting harder to deny.
“S’funny, I never hear anything from your apartment, though…you gotta boyfriend?”
No, because you worried every guy you encountered would just be a watered down version of your ex, just waiting to show his true colors…like your neighbor.
You didn’t want to feed into his game.
“What are you doing in my house?” You tried to keep your voice firm, but it still wavered as you posed the question.
“Ooh,” he whistled, “sore subject, I guess. Newly single, I take it…makes sense.”
You didn’t want to go back and forth with him, but you couldn’t help but press, “…what’s that supposed to mean?”
Tears were sliding down your face as the man above you carried on as if he were doing anything besides restraining you to your bed, after breaking into your home in the middle of the night.
“Makes sense why you’re sticking your nose in my business.”
You still weren’t following, but there was no time to linger on the confusion, because with that, the pleasant demeanor he feigned dropped. The man’s tone was more bitter when he spoke again.
“…Cause maybe if you were getting some regular dicking down, you wouldn’t be so concerned with somebody else’s fucking relationship.”
He spat the words at you, emphasis on the profanity as he seethed in your face.
You shook your head, feeling more desperate now as you started to piece things together.
“I’m not-,”
“Don’t shake your head,” he muttered, suddenly adding more pressure around your throat. “I know it was you who called the cops, alright?” He drawled.
He stared down at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.
Again, more pressure from his hand at your throat.
“Right?”
You brought both hands to his wrist now, feeling increasingly anxious the more he restricted your airway.
“I’m glad I did,” you managed to get out, struggle reinsued as the man smirked down at you, “because I know guys like you.”
The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across his lips again.
“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, grip loosening just slightly on your throat as he chose to entertain your little spiel.
You struggled to nod in the firm hold.
“My ex was just like you; could only feel strong when he prayed on something weak.” He seemed to pout at your words.
“But he had no idea how strong I really was. And he ended up exactly where you’re gonna be one day: in jail.”
You felt accomplished in having gotten the risky words out, but you refused to go down without a fight like you used to.
Rafe only laughed though, amused by your boldness. 
“…Yeah? We’ll see about that.”
You strugged against him as he ripped your duvet back and climbed onto the bed, positioning a knee on either side of your frame. You tried to shove at his chest and his face, to flail your legs around; anything to deter the stranger from overpowering you in your own bed…but it was inevitable.
Your struggle only amused Rafe, who eventually did finally pull his hand back from your face.
But he flipped it around, and the backhand that immediately followed dizzied you beyond belief. You were too out of it to put up much of a fight when he almost immediately wrangled your wrists together with a single hand and pinned them above your head.
At the same time, Rafe was also fumbling with his belt, frantically trying to tear it off while you writhed around beneath him.
He was able to secure the leather around your wrists, teathering them to the headboard above your head.
With a frustrated groan, you unsuccessfully tried to tug your arms free. 
Though defeat seemed clear, you squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to deny the sick reality you were faced with.
“God,” Rafe left out a sigh as he examined his arms, clocking a scratch you’d managed to land on one of them.
“My girl learned a long time ago to just lie down and take it…and don’t get me wrong,” he threw his hands up at his sides with a shrug, finally able to use them with your arms restrained above your head and your lower body pinned beneath him, “I love it…”
He was sick. You were sure of it.
“…but something about the way you’re trying to fight back,”
Rafe’s eyes fell shut for a moment as he let out a low groan, cocking his head to the side.
“…You have me forgetting all about that dumb bitch.”
Rafe moved quickly, tearing your blouse down with such intent, it was hard to believe he’d never done this before. Though you now pitied yourself, you also felt even worse for the girl next door. If this man felt entitled enough to do something so vile to someone he didn’t even know, you couldn’t imagine what his possessiveness for his own girlfriend would lead him to do…
But you could definitely guess. Rafe clearly wasn’t too far off from your ex; you were sure he probably treated his girlfriend no better than you’d been treated in the past.
The thought had your chest tightening; you felt that same tinge of helplessness and defeat sinking in that you thought you’d long escaped from.
Slipping back into the familiar submissive state you used to live in with your ex, was inevitable.
Your eyes fell shut, all of your emotions suddenly becoming too much to bare.
Rafe grabbed your face roughly, hand tight on your jaw as he forced your attention back on him.
“Nosey ass bitch,” he spat, and you tried to sink further down into the mattress, wishing you could somehow just fall all the way through and escape the stranger’s wrath.
“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to mind your own business, yeah?” As Rafe said this, he pressed the entirety of his body weight down onto you, and you winced at the added strain to your breathing.
You thrashed and kicked around, but your neighbor was relentless.
Rafe’s anger only made him seem stronger, and he easily overpowered you, forcing you to lay there while he wrestled a hand around the waistband of your pajamas.
You couldn’t do much when Rafe ripped your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion. You couldn’t stop him from bringing his fingers to his mouth and wetting them to make it easier when he plunged two thick digits inside of you.
You immediately let out a pained cry at the intrusion, hips lifting from the bed as you squirmed around beneath him.
“Stop fucking moving,” he spat, gripping your inner thigh in a way you were sure would bruise as his two fingers curled and pulled down in your hole, forcing your hips back down, and your legs to spread for him.
Your struggle didn’t stop, despite the pain.
And neither did Rafe’s pursuit.
“I said hold still!”
A strong hand was suddenly at your throat, suppressing your airway and quieting your cries.
When you seemed to be scared into submission, Rafe released his grip on your throat in favor of your hip again.
“Calm down…I’m just bein’ fair,” he started, “you stuck your nose in my business, yeah?”
Readjusting so he was eye level with your glistening core now, Rafe’s pupils dialated as he stared down his target.
“Only fair I get to stick mine in yours, right?”
That was the only warning you got before Rafe’s tongue fully dipped into you, lapping away at your clit like a man starved as his fingers continued working inside of you.
You couldn’t help but buck your hips at the abrupt overstimulation and discomfort.
Rafe’s hand snaked up to your stomach, pressing down and mounting you further into the mattress.
He drew his face back slightly, and you sighed in relief at the momentary retreat of his tongue.
“Did that boyfriend of yours ever go down on you?”
Icy blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs. His fingers didn’t stop, now scissoring inside of you as you squirmed and whimpered.
“I might smack my bitch around…but she takes it everytime.”
More tears spilled over, but Rafe’s rant seemed to empower him. He even sat up a little taller, ego being fed.
“She knows she’ll never have anyone better than me. No one can make her come like Ican.”
The cruel words set your mental healing back years, reminding you of the same harsh insults you ex used to taunt you with.
“…and what about you, huh?”
As he said this, Rafe curled the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot, smirking when your legs began to shake.
“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”
Your back arched against your will as his tongue found your clit again, relentless with its lashings as he hummed into your core.
Rafe continued this until your moans couldn’t be suppressed, and you were teetering on the edge of your release.
“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against your clit, eyes trained on you as his tongue moved more hastily now.
You let out a strangled cry as your high washed over you, unable to stop your legs from shaking and hips from bucking up.
Rafe finished you off, leaving you no choice but to let the band snap, your release dripping down right into the unfamiliar mouth.
The man licked you clean, pulling his fingers out and swiping around what arousal was leftover, coating your pulsating core.
His balls were heavy long before Rafe finished eating you out; dick rock hard when he finally sat up and repositioned himself in front of you.
The new position gave him better access to his pants, which he unfastened and dropped without a second though.
You watched as his cock sprang to life, slapping against his toned stomach, already leaking from the tip.
The sight had you squirming again; he was huge, and it only elicited more fear within you.
You were positive there was no way you could take such a large dick, no way the stranger could make himself inside of you.
Rafe propped himself up on his hands at your sides and lined his length up with your entrance in a haste.
He couldn’t hold off any longer, only rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds a couple of times before sliding into you abruptly.
His hard cock forced your walls to part for him, despite the way they tightened and screamed in protest.
You couldn’t help but let out your own scream, flares of pain shooting through you as your legs shook even more now.
Rafe’s hand was quick to slap over your mouth, muffling your sounds of distress and forcing your tears to roll around his palm.
The man quickly set a brutal pace, hips ramming down into yours unforgivingly.
The newfound pain between your legs was all you could focus on now; it rendered you unable to put up much of a fight anymore, feeling like you were literally being split in half.
“God you’re squeezing the fuck outta my cock already.” He sounded breathless, voice strained as he rutted into you, eyes rolling back and forth in his head.
“So…tell me,” Rafe eventually spoke up, words choppy as he lifted himself up onto just his knees, still fucking into you, “…your ex ever hit you while you were fucking?”
There was a different look in his eyes when he posed the question; they looked darker now, from what you could tell.
The question appalled you, and you’d just parted your lips to speak when your head suddenly whipped to the side in a violent manner.
The impact stunned you so much, it took you an embarassingly long time to register that you’d been slapped across the face.
Letting out a sob at the realization, you shrunk in on yourself as Rafe’s hips stalled for a second.
“Fuck…” He drawled out, eyes rolling back as the slap had you involuntarily clenching around him, “you like it, don’t you?”
His weight was transferred to his opposite hand and he struck the other side of your face next, shuddering when you clenched around him again.
“Squeezing my cock everytime I hit you.” He let out a chilling laugh, nodding to himself as embarassment washed over you.
“And here I almost bought your little ‘good samaritan’ act. But I see it now…”
Rafe scoffed, and you cried out at a particularly harsh thrust.
His lip curled inward as he drank in your reaction, “You like being roughed up, don’t you? You jealous of my girl? S’that what it is?”
He was taunting you, and you cursed yourself for your body’s response.
All you could do was whine and whimper and cry, pinned beneath your neighbor with no way of fighting back as he continued brutalizing your core.
“You wanna be my new girlfriend? Want it to be you with the fucked up shoulder next?” He grunted inbetween his words, “think that shit’s dislocated, yeah? I mean, you saw, right?”
His calm tone was menacing. You felt the hard length twitch inside of you as he spoke, almost as if he was getting off on thinking of such violent acts…
And he was.
Sneaking into your room with the intention of fucking you was moreso to level the playing field after you practically tried to get him arrested. You tried to take his girl away from him, to separate them, just like every other bad person in his life tried to do…
But there was pleasure in revenge, and Rafe was chasing it.
The more he thought about it, the more strength he exerted with each thrust, and the closer he got to his high that was building.
He had total control of you now, something Rafe craved in every aspect of his life. And the powerful feeling robbed him of any ability or desire to control himself…
A strong hand found its way to your throat again, clammy digits curling around the column and using the hold to drag your limp frame up and down his hard shaft on the mattress. Rafe couldn’t care less that you now struggled to breath under this new grip; he was simply focused on the way your perky tits bounced so beautifully beneath him.
The enticing sight had Rafe eagerly guiding his other hand to your chest, squeezing and fondling your tits.
When your nipples finally stood at attention, Rafe groaned, leaning down so his warm mouth could suction your sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he rotated his hand and mouth between each one, the pace of his hips never faltering in the slightest.
The assault seemed neverending, until the man’s momentum finally slowed briefly, and you thought, you hoped Rafe might be close to finishing.
But to your dismay, it seemed Rafe only stalled so he could slide an arm under your waist, lifting your body from the mattress and therefore allowing his cock to dig into you at increased depths.
“God…so fuckin’ tight, so wet…thought you didn’t want this though, hmm?”
You knew he was just trying to get to you; it was a routine you’d pushed to the back of your mind, but could never completely wipe from your memory.
You couldn’t say anything back as your whimpers and whines of protest filled the air.
After what felt like a lifetime, you started to register the way Rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier and less pointed, his grunts and groans getting louder as he assumably reached his peak.
It was confirmed when you heard him practically whimper himself, followed by the feeling of warm ropes of liquid shooting up into you. You could do nothing to stop him from spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls with the unwanted sticky substance.
By the time Rafe unsheathed his length, you couldn’t help but feel totally and utterly disgusted with yourself.
Though you were doomed from the start, never really standing a chance agajnst the bigger, stronger man; you couldn’t fend off the feelings of disappointment in yourself. Your body felt exhausted, and used. The ache between your legs only seemed to grow as you adjusted to the emptiness, quickly pressing your thighs together, trying to stop the unwanted pulsing of your clit.
You watched through tears as Rafe sat up straight, hovering over you as he fetched his belt from your headboard.
Your wrists were on fire when he tugged on the leather, freeing them from the painful constraints. You let your arms fall down at your sides, rubbing over the now irritated skin with your hands. 
You cringed at the sight of your shirt, now torn and in tatters as it hung loosely off your shoulders, ripped right down the middle.
The agressor was still straddling you, keeping you pinned beneath him as your body shook and your lip quivered.
The man acted like nothing out of the ordinary just happened as he manuevered his belt back around his waist, metal clanging together as he secured it in the front.
You couldn’t take your glossy eyes off of him, just staring up at the man who’d just violated you, digust and anguish evident on your face.
You flinched when Rafe cleared his throat, sinking further into the mattress when his gaze landed on you again.
“Better hope you didn’t fuck things up for me and my girl now,”
You could hear the animosity in his tone as Rafe spoke of the uncertain outcome.
A strong hand found your jaw, and yours immediately found the arm attached to it, nails threatening to dig into the flesh if he tried to take the action any further.
Rafe simply held your face firmly in place, pushing your head down into the mattress while his blue eyes darted all across your face.
“…cause if she doesn’t come back, I’ve got my replacement.”
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luversgirl · 1 year
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TO BE SO LONELY, rafe cameron
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summary: after all the pogues forget the youngest roguelege girl’s birthday she goes to the beach only to see someone she never expected remembered her special day.
notes: here’s me randomly dropping this since i’ve been lurking lately
warnings: y/n kinda maybe being dramatic?
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“GOOD morning” y/n smiled as she watched her older brother walk into the kitchen.
“uh huh” john mumbled as she walked past the girl barely agnolaging her precise.
“where are you going?” the girl asked as the boy slip his shoes on and grabbed is keys from the counter.
“i’m gonna pick up jj and meet kiara and pope at the beach”
“what about me?” y/n looked at her brother as he opened the front door.
“um…” john b turned his head to look at his little sister “you can just chill here” he spoke before walking out of the chatue leaving the girl there alone not even giving her time to reply.
“happy birthday to me”
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after texting the rest of the pogues to see if they remembered the girl’s birthday or even wanted to hangout, but of course they all forgot and didn’t seem to even want to be around her.
sighing, y/n placed her phone face down in the purple beach towel he was sitting on and brought her knees to her chest.
y/n was never one of those self centered people who expected all the attention on her she was just hoping to have a nice birthday seeing as it was the first one without her father, big john.
ever since he’d gone missing y/n watched her brother drifting farther and father away from her taking their, or dare she say his friends now.
leaving her alone.
as the girl stared off into the distance rafe cameron stood not to far from her wondering why she was sitting alone on her birthday.
“y/n” the familiar voice of the kook king came from behind the girl.
she quickly wiped her tears and turned to look up at him from her spot.
“rafe, please don’t start you’re shit just leav-“
“i wasn’t gonna start anything” rafe walked towards her up to the point where he was still standing but by her side.
“what are you doing?“ y/n asked as she watched the cameron boy sit beside her in the same position, knees to his chest.
“i’m sitting with you on you’re birthday”
the rougtledge girl instantly wiped her head to look at rafe in shock.
“h- how did you…”
“i remembered from last year” he said making a small smile make its way onto y/n’s face “it’s still the same day, yeah?” rafe joked making y/n giggled for the first time that day.
“yeah” she spoke through her light giggle making rafe smile.
“good, good” rafe looked at y/n as she looked at the scene in front of them “so.. where’s your little pogue friends?” rafe watched as the small smile on her face disappeared.
“um they went… out” y/n spoke as her smile dropped as she turned her head to looking back at the water.
“i think you’re lying” he stated arms wrapped around his knees closer as they touched his chest.
y/n sighed giving in “they, uh forgot”.
“what do you mean they forgot?” rafe ferwwod his eyebrows as he quickly turned his head to look at the girl.
“i think you know what i mean rafe” y/n chuckled lightly looking at him.
“how could they just forget? i mea-“
“rafe” y/n stopped him in his rant.
“no y/n, their you’re friends they should remember you’re birthday, even you remembered my birthday and i’m well uh…” rafe trailed off.
“…not the nicest person?” y/n spoke slowly hoping not to offend rafe since she didn’t have anyone else to talk too.
rafe reached his hand up scratching the back of his neck “yeah”.
“well not that this wasn’t the most awkward thing in the world…” y/n trailed off as she started to get up.
“wait!” rafe quickly exclaimed standing up as y/n did “do uh, maybe want a ride?” the cameron boy spoke.
“that would be great actually” y/n smiled at rafe making him grin and look down “my bikes over here” rafe and the girl started walking to his car.
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“where did she go?” john b questioned for the 30th time in the same hour as him and the rest of the pogues sat in the chatue.
“john b don’t worry about it, i’m sure she’s with some other friends” jj spoke as he sat on one of the three couches in the sun room smoking a joint.
“yeah i mean she’s probably just hanging out with some other friends or something and forgot to text” sarah said as she sat beside john b.
“do her friends include rafe?” pope spoke up sitting up from beside jj looking past john b and sarah.
the rest of the group turned to look in to same direction as pope only to see y/n leaning against rafe’s dirt bike holding a bag from a boutique sarah recognized as he looked at her like she was the only girl in the universe.
“oh fuck no” john b muttered before jumping off the couch with the pogues following along “get away from my sister rafe!” he yelled at the standing pair.
y/n quickly turned away from rafe and to her brother annoyed at his loud antics and decided to give him and the pogues a piece of her mind.
“fuck off john b!” she yelled back walking towards the group with rafe filling beside her.
“you got this?” rafe muttered into y/n’s ear as they walked over close together.
y/n turned to look at him and nodded then slipping her hand into his making him grin.
“what the hell!” jj yelled as the group and y/n met along with rafe.
“what are you doing!? y/n that’s rafe!” kiara yelled at the girl confused and angry at her.
“yeah no shit kie!” y/n yelled back surprising the group with the out burst seeing as they’ve never seen her like that before.
“y/n, do you not remember what he’s done to us?!” pope yelled very angry with his younger sister.
“actually i remember what he’s done to you and honestly why should i care?!” the girl yelled back at pogues now angry with her as well as rafe.
“he’s literally the scum of the earth!” jj yelled making y/n squeeze rafe’s hand.
“well you know at least he can remember someone’s birthday!” y/n finally burst as she stared to tear up.
“someones birthday why does tha-“ john b started to yell.
“yeah, john b someone’s birthday. it’s not like they celebrate every single one their friends birthdays and spend ours panning partys for them and working triple shifts to get the money to buy them gifts!” the girl yelled not holding back.
“y/n we-“
“save it jj” y/n spoke not bothering to raise her voice.
“i do everything for you guys, i cook, i clean and i even do all you’re fucking laundry but now i’m done” y/n finished as salty trail made their way down her face.
seeing the girl in front of him, rafe lightly tugged on y/ns hand silently asking if she wanted to leave.
the roughtled girl accepted his offer turning way from the people she thought were her friends walking over the rafe’s bike and leaving with a single one of them stopping her.
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voidpetrova · 2 months
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double-crossed — rafe cameron x reader
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☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, open wounds mentioned, violence depicted, anger issues depicted, sexually explicit content, unprotected sex, aggressive sex, rafe is soft, reader is even softer — smut
˚♡ 。˚ synopsis: you despised him as much as he despised you. to him, you were nothing but a traitor to your people. you were a threat to him, he had finally met his match, but in their time of need, it's amazing who people turn to.
✧.*
the beach bonfire burned the brightest in the cut. where the waves were stronger and the sun was more intense. the lack of money was made up to you by the abundance of friends and peace. nobody really needed the money—that was what they lived by. all money did was make life easier, but life wasn't supposed to be easy. life's a bitch, until you make it your bitch.
“you're thinkin' real hard, ma, what's on your mind?” on the dock, there was a good view of the sun setting. everyone was tucked away, and the air's crisp. the sky was tinted with orange and blue, fading into the rippling sea. jj sat next to you as you lost track of time, lost track of yourself, eyes glued to what was in front of you.
“gonna kill him when i see him,” your voice was flat, monotone. jj frowned, the corners of his mouth tipping downward. it would have been easier on him if he knew you were joking, but he knew you weren't. “won't have any fuckin' parts left to bury.”
you could handle the threats and tension, but rafe cameron had crossed a line when he put his hands on pope. pope, who had done the least amount of provoking out of everybody. you hadn't been there when he had gotten jumped, and it pained you deeply. you were always ready, however. what you needed was some alone time with rafe, to get him in order your way.
“your hands are all fucked up.” jj commented, signalling to the various cuts and bruises that littered the knuckles on your fists. you brushed it off, much like everything. the walls in your room were stained with crimson—it'd taken the help of cleo, jj and kiara to hold and calm you down. kiara and sarah sent you out to recollect yourself, while they spent their time rubbing the blood out of your walls.
everybody was worried, there was no denying it. you could be more aggressive than you needed, but nobody could get used to it. ever since your parents disowned you, left you out of their will—you left home, left one side just to end up in the cut. you were alone, had no money, no family, no years of independence or experience. you still made something of yourself, found the love in your heart to call yourself a proud pogue. rafe was the first to call you a traitor, spending every moment in your presence unleashing empty threats and insults. you didn't care about rafe, you didn't care about anyone, not even yourself. you just needed to get your shit done.
“he's not worth it, (y/n),” it was unlike jj to say something of the sort—he relied primarily on instinct and nothing else. no thought, no thinking of the consequences. pure reflexes. “let him get himself fucking killed.” you didn't answer him, the sound of the waves filling in the silence. it was exactly what you were gonna do, you were gonna let him get fucking killed.
in the comfort of your own home, you found peace. it was a simple atmosphere, with the beat-down trailer park making no impression on the outside. the inside was what mattered, the warmth spreading through you as you rolled up your blinds, exposing the moonlight that embraced your skin gracefully. the air that passed through the cracked window was cool, refreshing. you retrieved a beer bottle from the fridge, the cool air grazing your bare legs as you kicked your legs over the sofa, spreading yourself out before slamming the cap of the bottle against the table's edge.
you ran a hand through your freshly-dried hair, wincing as the cheap fabric of the couch grazed your sunburnt bits. it was hot, despite the pinch of cool air, despite your lack of clothes. you were in nothing but one of jj's shirts, your panties underneath. the first buzz of dopamine hot you like a truck as you took a swig of beer, cold and invigorating. the television screen hummed with lights, volume at a bare minimum. you had soon began to regret your decision as the sound of weight against wood began to fill your ears.
your head spun towards the source of the sound, your front door locked, just a few feet away from your sofa. you rolled your eyes at the sound of the pounding, audible heavy breathing on the other side. “son of a motherfucker.” you snatched the blade sitting on the edge of your table, tucking it neatly into your underwear before pacing towards the door.
the sound of soft grunts were heard from the other side, but you had no way of making out who it was. with a steady hand, you prepared yourself, carefully unlocking the door before grabbing onto the handle, pulling with a quick flick of your wrist.
to make a miracle happen, you had to believe in them. to make a calamity happen, you had to be yourself. “you're fucking kidding.” he had his hands up, as if to say, “don't hurt me, i'm not armed,” but you couldn't take any chances, not while rafe cameron was standing on your porch in the middle of the night. you clutched your blade in one hand, using the other to disregard his stance of defeat. “no no no, (y/n)—” you grabbed onto the hem of his shirt as you pulled him into your house, past the steps of the porch. the back of his head hit your wall as you kicked the door closed and, in a matter of seconds, you had your elbow pushing down on his chest, the knife against his throat.
“(y/n), please,” he panted, straining against your touch. you shook your head, glaring at him. “not a chance, rafe,” you hissed. he closed his eyes shut, his breathing almost irregular. “give me one good reason as to why i shouldn't gut you right fucking now.”
he had no reliable answer, no good one, at least. he stayed quiet, with the knife pressing into his throat, for a good while. you watched his hands fly back up once more, the pressure you held him down with slowly loosening as he signalled to his shirt. it was torn up, stained with fresh blood. you stared at the mess, before returning his desperate gaze. “please, (y/n).”
hesitantly, you retracted the blade from his skin, letting it drop to the floor. you could tell the blood was fresh, watching the way it spresd throughout the white material of his shirt. your fingertips slid down his chest, aiming to grab ahold of the shirt's hem. you watched him, as if awaiting his approval—he nodded carefully.
the shirt was slick with blood, practically having to be peeled off his skin. he winced, stiffling a grunt of excruciating pain as you slid the shirt further up his chest, holding it down with one hand. you used the other hand to examine the situation. he had been shot. that's what it looked like, at least. the blood was constant, the wound very much open. your breath hitched as you met his gaze once more, his eyes fluttering, as if he was ready to give out at any moment.
“shit, rafe, i got you,” you wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, your arm around his waist as you helped him walk towards the sofa. “jesus, fuck.” carefully, you sat him down, making sure he wouldn't cinch the wound. he let out a cry he failed to hold back as you helped him position himself, laying him onto his back.
it was a compromising, unexpected situation. you weren't exactly sure of what to do, whether you should've been calling jj or john b or, anybody, really. all you really knew was, in that moment, you had no rage to hold onto. you were concerned, and you had wished it was for your white sofa, and not the man bleeding onto it.
“what happened, rafe?” he shook his head, leaning it back as you listened. while he talked, you paced into the kitchen, frantically grabbing onto what you thought you'd need. rags, water, rubbing alcohol. you knew you had a medical kit in there somewhere, you just had to find it. “came by the cut, couldn't sleep. shit on my mind,” you hurried back to him, setting what you had found aside. you watched the wound swell with blood before taking one of your clean kitchen rags and placing it directly onto the source, applying as much pressure as possible. “got shot on the deck, didn't know where else to go.”
you scoffed as you positioned your fingers, putting weight onto his wound. it didn't seem too deep, but the bullet had to have been lodged in there. “could've called the hospital instead of comon' here.” he wiped his face with his hands, nodding, as if he was sorry. “i know, i just,” he paused, looking for the right words. “something told me to come here, y'know?”
you didn't question it, you weren't sure if you wanted to. you retracted the fully-stained rag, setting it aside before replacing it with another one. the aim was to soak up all the excess blood, stop the bleeding for a bit. once it had been soaked up, all that was left were the streaks of it trailing down his navel. “don't move,” you ordered, leaving him to go back for the medical kit. on the way back, as well as forth, you thought about what you were really doing. you had a chance, one to finish him off. you had the opportunity to avenge everyone—sarah, john b, pope. everybody, but you had no leverage. no rage left to hold onto, at least, not then. not while he was vulnerable.
“thanks for taking me in, i'm really sorry.” you set your kit aside, opening it to reveal neat arrays of medicine, shots, epi pens, and such. “don't thank me yet, this'll sting real bad,” you warned as you pulled out a packet of cotton pads. he gulped as he watched you—he couldn't look away, for whatever reason. you dampened the pads with the rubbing alcohol you had brought earlier. to your surprise, rafe's fingers had weakly latched onto your shirt, holding as he braced himself.
“king kook can't take the heat, what a surprise,” you laughed teasingly. he rolled his eyes, purposely retracting his touch. “you really should hold on, it'll burn.” you were right. because, the minute the pad came into contact with his wound, he found himself pulling at your shirt once more, a string of curses following.
the more you strived to disinfect it, the more the pain dialed down. you were careful to use gentle hands, wiping away as you circled his wound before finally discarding it. “you okay?” he nodded, his grip loosening as he let out a sigh of relief. he didn't have much time to deal with the pain, knowing there was only more to follow.
“rafe, i really need you to trust me now.” to extract the bullet, you needed a steady mind as much as steady hands. if you were to hit an artery, an organ—it would be fatal for him. “came here for a reason, (y/n),” he laughed weakly as he leaned back, watching the way you searched for the tools you needed. “were the best nurse on the damn island. still are.”
you shared in his laughter, the need to reminisce greater than the need to resist. “remember when you scraped your knee?” he was quick to agree, looking back on the years you two had shared together as kids. “oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “you came running with your stupid kit. all you had was water and bandages, this is an improvement.” you had fixed his knee up then the way you were now.
“when'd things all get so fucked?” the laughter had dialed down as you shrugged. “probably when i became a traitor, so you like to say.”
he shook his head, as if disagreeing, despite being his statement in the first place. “nah, nah. didn't betray any of us,” he paused to clear his throat, desperately searching for your eyes. “just miss you, y'know?” you didn't know if it was the pity that tugged at your heartstrings, watching him, sick and pale on your sofa, but you felt your gaze soften. “miss you too, rafe.”
you felt him wince at the feeling of the cold, metallic tool grazing his overheated stomach. he bit his lip as he watched you. no amount of trust could make up for how afraid he really was, it could all go wrong in a matter of minutes. he knew it, and you did. you knew it—you knew it as you used your left hand to reach for him, the atmosphere shifting as he reached back, lacing his fingers through yours. he gave your hand a squeeze, as if giving you all the permission you needed to continue.
treating the wound was the easy part. working your magic, extracting the bullet. you had it wrapped up in thirty minutes, more or less. what presented an issue was rafe. you couldn't ignore the way tears slid down his cheeks, moans of pain passing his lips as he gripped your hand. he held on tight, his leaving crescents on your knuckles. you had apologized a million times, the sound of his cries burdening your heart. during the entire process, he looked like he was ready to fall unconscious at any second. you wished he had, it'd have been a lot easier.
“thank you, so much,” his voice was softer than ever as you finished stitching him up; you were ready to wrap his wound just to be careful. “i'll be out of your hair as soon as you finish, promise.” you scoffed at the idea, despite being aware of the circumstances. he was right, he should get going as soon as possible. you didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, made it impossible for you to let him leave. “yeah, sure,” he met your eyes as you cut off a piece of gauze. “stay the night, can't go anywhere like that.”
“are you sure you want a kook here, pogue?” you knew he was joking, but it didn't stop you from tying the gauze a little too tight as you shot him a glare. “this pogue just saved your life.” it was clear who had won the argument.
you helped him get comfortable, offering him a spare top and shorts. “can i ask why you have men's clothes in extra large?” you shrugged, tossing him a wife beater and cargo shorts. “it's all jj's shit,” you didn't miss the look he shot you, his eyes switching between you and the clothes in hand. “don't tell me you have a problem with pogue clothes, too.”
he shook his head as you walked into the kitchen, allowing him all the privacy he needed while you went to retrieve two beers. unfortunately, the one you had set out earlier had grown accustomed to the room temperature. “nah, nothing like that, just wondering why you have all his shit,” you heard him as you pulled the glass bottles out. when you looked back, you froze in your tracks. he had been in the middle of pulling his joggers down, replacing them with jj's shorts. you wanted to look away, you really did, but you couldn't retract your gaze. before you could, rafe cocked his head to the side, locking eyes with you as a smirk played on his lips. “nothing you haven't seen before, sweetheart.”
you scoffed, pulling your gaze away in a state of pure embarrassment. “they call it the past for a reason, asshole.” you tossed him the bottle, watching him catch it with a taunting scoff.
you allowed him as much space as he needed on the couch, sitting on the other side as you opened your bottle the same way you had done earlier. rafe watched you, an almost genuine smile on his face, “some things never change, huh?” you turned to face him with a puzzled look, taking a swig of your drink as you did so. “all the bottle openers in the world, and you've been doing that since we were twelve.”
“yeah, i've always been the creative one, haven't i?” you watched as he copied your tactic, positioning the bottle as he slammed his palm into the cap, letting it pop right off. he had bent forward in a way that let your eyes explore him whole—you watched the way the muscles in his arms flexed, eyes sternly glaring at the bottle in hand. what you had noticed before anything else was the chain wrapped around his neck. you hadn't paid much attention before, but you had a clear view of it now.
even as he laid back down, your eyes remained glued to the familiar piece of jewellry. it was old, you could tell, what was supposed to be silver had tarnished after years of being worn. it was real silver, delicate patterns tracing the shape. rafe looked at you, following your gaze before he pulled at the chain with his thumb, his lips curling into a smile. “pretty, isn't it?” you nodded, but it was just as familiar as it was pretty. “yeah, been wearing it for years.”
“feel like i've seen it before,” you finally announced. he took a sip of beer, eyebrows raised as the smile never faltered. “i'd hope so,” he murmured, earning a look of confusion from you. “it's the best gift you've ever given me.”
it had taken a while for your memory to lock in, your look of puzzled concentration faltering after a minute. as a kook, you had spent your entire childhood with rafe. until the day your parents kicked you out, you were by his side. until the day you left and became a pogue, you were his to protect. when you were thirteen, he was a year older. you remembered buying him the chain a day before his birthday, locking it around his neck the day the clock struck midnight. “you've really kept it all these years?” your voice was soft, too soft. he nodded, though hesitant. he could barely look you in the eyes. “of course i did,” as if the answer had been obvious to everyone but you. “my favorite girl gave it to me.”
the guilt that had ate away at you all those years had begun to resurface. you thought you were angry, all this time. ever since he had crossed the poor side of the island the first time after your departure—after calling you a traitor—you thought you had been harboring anger. you hadn't betrayed your people, you had betrayed him. behind his façade of a blinding fury, he was hurt. you could see it in his eyes all those years ago, and you could see it now.
“you just took off,” he continued. “went to your house and your parents said they kicked you out. did you even think to tell me? ever think about your best friend taking you in.”
the anger had begun peeking past the pain he had been keeping inside all those years. “couldn't ask that of you, rafe. i had to go.” he scoffed, no matter how honest you were being. you couldn't face him—not him, or ward, rose. none of them, not after losing all you had. it was a match made, because that day, rafe had lost all he had, too. “so, you ran? didn't tell me shit, just left me,” his voice practically broke near the end of his sentence. “you were all i had.”
for the first time in a long time, you ignored the way your head grew foggy. you ignored the way your blood boiled and heart pounded. you ignored the anger you had been training in order to save yourself of the guilt. “i'm sorry, rafe,” you had apologized. it was quiet, but only for a while.
“forgave you a long time ago,” the way he always had. not just anybody, but you.
you had begun to imagine what your life could have been like, how many things you could have prevented for rafe and yourself. you would have lost the friends you had now, but you'd have kept the boy who was always by your side. you could have spared him the pain brought onto him by ward, by everybody. the only time he mattered was when he was with you. the artificial dream was nothing but artificial.
“i should've been there,” you summed your thoughts aloud. “after everything, i should've been there for you.”
rafe shook his head, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he sighed. “you were the only person i wanted with me,” he admitted. his words struck a nerve, your chest growing tight at the confession. “not a day's gone by, where i haven't thought about you.”
you had spent so much of your time hating him, detesting him for the way he had grown harsh and cold. how he treated you during your hour of need, but where were you when he needed you? “if i could take it all back, you know i would.” he knew you would, in a heartbeat. the hatred was nothing but the color that stained the canvas—the canvas, grief, pain. you were both in pain, you both felt betrayed. “i wish you could,” he wished you could. he really did.
the clock next to the television told you that it was three hours past midnight, but you weren't tired. silence had engulfed you both whole, both of you much too hesitant to speak. you cleared your throat, “want me to help you get to bed?” rafe turned to you, meeting your eyes with a look in them you couldn't quite decipher. “i'll sleep on the couch, you've done enough.” you weren't happy with his answer, but you didn't wanna come on any stronger than you already had.
“the bed's big enough for the pair of us,” you informed him. “you got shot, you aren't sleeping alone let alone on the couch.” he didn't want to resist, all he wanted was to jump out of his skin and straight onto the bed. your bed. with you right next to him. you offered a smile, watching his eyebrows furrow as if he were in deep thought. “it'll be just like old times.”
the bed really was big enough, enough space for a third party, too. that was precisely why your house was the go-to spot within your group of pogues. the amount of times you had woken up to jj, pope and john b drunkenly stacked on top of each other was incredible. there was always enough room for the girls, too.
you had spread out two blankets, one on top of the other. it was as humid as ever on the coast, so you really didn't need it. what you needed was to prevent rafe from losing more blood. “is this alright?” he nodded appreciatively. you felt him behind you, his presence. you felt it as he towered over you from behind, and you didn't dare turn around. he had grown an impressive amount since the last time you'd seen him. the right way, at least. you'd never know it, but he watched you. he watched the way you stood there, legs bare and hair beautifully messy. you had gotten prettier since the last time he'd seen you. he could barely recognize the knockout inches away.
you took a step towards the bed, aiming to fix the edges and tuck the bedsheets in properly. the sheets were just fine, really. you just needed an excuse to cut the tension, to resist the urge to turn around. your attempt had proved unnecessary as rafe stopped you in your tracks, his large hand clamping around your wrist as he turned you around, the need to face you stronger than ever.
for a bit, you both stayed silent. he eatched you carefully, quietly admiring the way your cheeks flared as you struggled to return his gaze. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest only, this time, you weren't angry. he dropped your wrist, fingers tracing the shape of your jaw as he moved to cup your cheek. it was as if he couldn't believe it was happening, like he had been dreaming the entire way through.
“you're so pretty,” the words tumbled out before he could stop himself, unaware of what reaction he'd induce. “always been the prettiest on the island.” he admired the work the sun had done on your skin, your eyes, your nose, your lips. the way your natural hair color had faded under the heat, but remained healthy and stunning.
you would always be his girl, nobody else's. you knew it, he knew it. nobody else needed to know, it was your truth. it was what gave you sudden courage, a dose of adrenaline. it gave you enough to stand up to him, hands of your own moving to cup his cheeks before you pressed your lips to his. he gave in the moment he walked into your house. really, the moment he had met you. even while you weren't his, he was still yours. he still gave in, and he would give in every single time.
as his lips met yours, it was as if the world faded away. the kiss started slow, a delicate exploration that ignited a fire within. rafe's fingers traced the contours of your jaw, his touch leaving a trail of heat. the taste of him was intoxicating, a perfect blend of beer and longing. his lips moved with a rhythm that spoke of familiarity, a dance that only the two of you shared. the kiss deepened, a magnetic pull drawing you closer. your hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers weaving through his hair as the intensity heightened.
in a bold move, rafe's hands began to explore, trailing down your sides, igniting sparks along your skin. with a sudden urgency, he lifted you slightly, guiding you towards the bed. the softness of the mattress embraced you as the kiss continued, a symphony of desire building with each passing moment. the world outside ceased to exist as you succumbed to the intoxicating allure of rafe's touch. the room became a haven for whispered promises and shared vulnerability. you melted into the embrace of the bed, allowing the connection between you and rafe deepen, an unspoken understanding that transcended words.
“watch your wound, rafe,” you warned, gasping as his newly treated wound caught your attention. he couldn't care less, planting sloppy kisses alongside your jaw. your eyes fluttered shut. “don't give a shit, got better things to do,” he murmured, peppering kisses down your neck as he pulled at the hem of your shirt. he tugged at it—jj's shirt. “take this shit off, you're not wearing his clothes anymore.”
the proposal didn't seem to bother you that much. you complied, allowing him to pull the shirt off with your arms in the air. your breasts fell bare, capturing his attention faster than ever. “just like that, baby,” he practically growled. you couldn't help the moans that passed your lips as he attacked your chest, wet lips travelling down the valley as he tugged with his teeth, massaged with his tongue. you pulled at his blond locks, letting his lips trail back up your tits before latching onto yours once more.
while waiting for you to catch up, rafe undid the knot on his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles, kicking them off before removing his tank top. he was left in only a pair of loose grey boxers that rested low on his hips, showing off his v-line and his hip bones. he then motioned to you to do the same. “come on, take off your panties,” he said, grinning. “let me see that pussy.” you pouted in response. he stepped closer to you, putting his large, warm hands on your hips. “you want me to do it for you?” you bit your lip and nod slightly.
he held onto the waistband of your panties and pulled them down as he sunk to his knees. he let the delicate fabric fall next to him, looking hungrily at the newly exposed area. he leaned his face in and pressed his nose to the joint of your leg and groin, taking a deep inhale of your scent. you couldn't suppress your moans, and neither could he, the tightness in his boxers unbearable. it was wet—so wet, he almost wanted to chuckle and tease you a while. just for old time's sake, but the ache that shot down to his cock reminded him that he was in no position to tease you while not dealing any better himself. he spread your legs, kissing gently at your clit in a feather-like touch that had you moaning and clutching the sheets in anticipation.
“so pretty,” he murmured, “been hiding this pretty little thing all this time, this perfect pussy.” “rafe,” you gasped in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you needed him most—equally because you really needed him on your cunt and because you really needed him to shut up. “fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you, “that’s so fuckin’ cute.”
the impatience had him dragging his tip along your folds, collecting the slick pooling at your cunt before pushing right past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buried himself to the brim. his jaw clenched, breath labored as he waited for you to adjust, let you kiss his cheeks and jaw while you murmured how handsome he was, how perfect he felt, how good was to you. your hips bucked up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he drilled into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buried his cock into you as deep as it could go with every aggressive thrust. you could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of your walls, your trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.
the friction felt sickening, like he could pass out at any second, like he was drifting along the bridge of pleasure and the crevice of consciousness. it wasn't the wound causing it, it was all you. you did that to him—he didn't know how or why, but you made him feel like he didn’t have a grip on his thoughts. he didn’t mind it so much, he thought—didn't hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around it. he was where he belonged.
rafe, in all his years of knowing you, had never experienced the side of you that could be that gentle. the side that slid your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his lats and biceps, gently caressing the skin like was made to be worshipped. your lips seared into every part of him they could find—his lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face dug into your neck. even your voice was a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, as if saying it wrong could break him. 
“fuck, you're so tight,” he rasped, whining into your neck as your hand cupped the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips slammed into you sloppily, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he neared his climax, but it didn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, drilling into your sensitive bit each time without fail. “cum—i’m gonna cum. cum with me, baby.”
it was messy, the way cum spilled out of you and coated his dick, but it was flawless and felt so, so right, as if it was showing him all the ways he could've had you all these years. you couldn't help but think how perfectly rafe fit against you as his body slumped on top of yours, panting and exhausted as he caged you in his arms.
“don't leave,” was all he could make out through rasps, his body sputtering. you smiled sweetly, fingers looping through his as your eyes fluttered shut. “not a chance,” you promised. “not this time.”
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PAIRING‧₊˚  Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader (one sided)
SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [4.1k] Left alone with Topper while Rafe is out, his best friend seems to take a shot at you...
WARNING(S)‧₊˚  non-con/dub-con, smut, swearing, dark!rafe, gullible!reader, sexual coercion/manipulation, deception, cheating, yelling, manhandling, implied murder/attempted murder
A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!
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YOU SAT ON THE COUCH IN RAFE’S LIVING IN NOTHING BUT ONE OF HIS SHIRTS, WATCHING TV AS HE EMERGED FROM DOWN THE HALL. He had his phone and car keys in hand, the jingling of the metal causing your eyes to drift from the flashing of digital colors to him. 
“Are you leaving?” You inquired, leaning your weight on one arm as you sat up on the couch slightly.
“Yeah, something came up but it won’t take long.” You frowned as you watched his frame edge closer to the front door of The Cameron Residence, his hand on the doorknob as he turned around to look at your half-dressed figure on the sofa. “Go put some pants on. Topper’s still coming by.”
You wanted to groan at his statement. “Can’t he hang out with Kelce? He always want to hang with you. Doesn't he have other friends?”
“He’s still upset about Sarah leaving him and he thinks she’ll pop up around the house. Look just, don’t say anything about her around him. Alright?”
You huffed and rolled your eyes, mumbling something about Topper being annoying before turning away from him to face the TV once again, fully prepared to hear the slam of the front door signaling his absence. You never heard that confirmation, however. Instead, you were met with the feeling of Rafe’s calloused hand on your jaw just before you registered his quick footsteps, the man using his firm grip to tilt your head back where you were greeted with the sight of him staring you down.
“Drop the attitude. If I have to put up with you, you have to put up with him. So fix your damn face and be nice.” He told you sternly and in a hushed tone before releasing his grip and allowing your face to drop, the strain on your neck easing itself out. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the way his words stung in the slightest of ways. You could hear his heavy steps following their path back to the front door, the alarm system chiming and hinges creaking as he opened the door. “And I’m serious, go put some pants on.” Was all he said before you heard the slam of the front door.
NOT EVEN THIRTY MINUTES HAD PASSED SINCE RAFE LEFT. You’d resistantly done as he said, going into his bedroom and finding a pair of shorts you’d left here and tugging them on, despite them being swallowed by his shirt anyway, barely able to tell you were wearing them.
You were on the sofa again, laying on your back as you scrolled through your phone when suddenly, you heard the lock on the front door being twisted, mechanisms clanking against each other and echoing out in the expanse of the room. Head twisting towards the noise, a stream of sunlight welcomed itself in as Topper walked into the home, carefully closing the door behind himself. 
Turning around, he was visibly startled by your face peeking above the back of the couch. “Oh, hey.” He breathed out, realizing it was just you. “I forgot Rafe said you’d be here, too." He spoke absentmindedly. "Where is he, by the way?” He questioned, walking around to stand in front of your outstretched frame.
You politely slid your feet off of the length of the furniture, clearing a space for him to sit next to you. You were both on two opposite ends of the couch and you didn’t miss the way he eyed the length of your exposed legs, tongue coming out to lick the corner of his mouth. 
“He had to do something, said he’d be back soon.” You responded back, mainly giving your attention to your phone as you leaned against the arm of the couch and tried not to look at him. It was mildly awkward in the space — seeing as you’d only ever really interacted with Topper when your boyfriend was around and now that it was just you two, there was a tension that clouded the room. Rafe always served as an icebreaker and he wasn't here to break the ice.
Topper hummed in response. Eventually, you turned off your phone, diverting your attention to the TV and that was when you noticed it — Topper’s eyes fleeting to you every couple of seconds in your peripheral. Your legs were curled up underneath you and his eyes roamed your figure, up and down with little shame. This went on for a couple minutes until he spoke up.
“When did you say Rafe would be back again?”
Your wide eyes drifted to the blonde on the far end of the couch, nervously going between him and the program that was playing low in the background. “Oh, um, I didn’t. But he should be back soon.” 
Only then did you notice Rafe had been gone for a fair amount of time. But it wasn’t anything new. Knowing him he could be back within the next five minutes or five hours, not a care in the world that you were stuck in the house with his best friend who wouldn't stop staring at you. Was there something on on your shirt? Did he want to say something?
“You know, he might be helping his dad. I heard something happened to one of the construction sites. A roof collapsed or something.” He told you, sitting up straighter. “...That could take a while.”
“Oh.” You said apprehensively. “If that’s the case then yeah, he might be a while. I can go to his room so you can have this space to yourself-”
“No, no,” Topper interrupted, dragging himself closer to you across the couch, now only inches away. Your back ached as you pressed yourself against the armrest, his sudden close proximity startling you. “I don't mind. We can keep each other company.” He spoke lowly, eyes boring into yours. One of his hands came up to caress your thigh, his fingers gliding across the flesh as your heart thumped in your chest. You didn't feel comfortable with that.
“It’s just that, I’ve been having a really hard time getting my mind off of Sarah, y’know? I could use the company.” 
“I heard about that…” You mumbled.
The boy scoffed. “The whole island has. She really embarrassed me and it’s just been hard trying to act like I’m okay.” His eyes were on your lips now, eyeing them as he spoke. “But I think you could help distract me…”
You suddenly felt uneasy but also somewhat bad for him. As much as she had the rights to, Sarah had embarrassed Topper to quite the extreme. Not only did she dump him, but she was now dating a pogue who demeaned him at every given chance. It was a rivalry, of course. So, you couldn’t imagine his anger.
“Distract you…how?” Was the first thing that rolled off your tongue, the hand that was kneading your thigh coming up to gently grab your wrist. 
“You could start by solving the problem you’ve created,” He said enigmatically, dragging your limp palm to rest against the crotch of his pants where you could feel a prominent erection poking through the fabric. The action set off alarm bells in your mind, quickly tugging your hand away and pushing yourself further up the couch.
Shaking your head side to side, you spoke a mile a minute. “I think I gave you the wrong idea. I didn't- I don’t think Rafe would be okay with this-”
“He is.” Topper blurted, cheeks turning red.
“...He is?”
“He would be. I’m his best friend, right? You gotta trust me, I know him better than anyone. Plus, he would be proud of you for helping out his friend. I know he would.” The boy explained. 
Topper wasn’t a fool but he knew that you could be. Not a fool necessarily...gullible would be a better phrase. To some people, you seemed bimbo-ish — a pretty face with not a clear thought behind your eyes. He always thought that was why it was so easy for Rafe to walk you the way he did. Rafe had you wrapped around his finger and there was no doubt that he loved you, though it may not always seem evident. 
Topper had always thought you were desirable and secretly admired the way you absentmindedly submitted to Rafe without hesitation, he didn’t know whether it was out of fear or love, or both. All he knew was that look that you got in your eyes whenever Rafe was around, that pleading, doe-eyed look you sported in the presence of your boyfriend was something he’d wanted to see up close and personal for a long time now. You were a craving, a sexual fantasy that Topper could never have. Not until now, anyway.
And if he had to spew a couple little white lies to get you to spread your legs, then he was going to do whatever it took. And Rafe would never have to know. Because he wanted you more than he feared Rafe.
“You really think so?” You questioned the validity of Topper’s claims, the only thing on your mind was the reward you’d possibly receive for helping your boyfriend’s best friend feel just a little bit better in the face of heartbreak.
“I know so. In fact, Rafe...actually suggested it.”
That statement made your gut twist. You didn’t know why, but it just did. It didn't sound like something Rafe would do, but Topper said he knew Rafe better than anyone. You guessed that included you.
“Well, if it’s okay with him then…”
The blonde smiled at this, his hands moving your waist and prying your frame off of the edge of the couch, practically yanking you into his lap. His blue eyes running between your pupils and your lips before he crashed his mouth against yours, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between them. You yelped into the exchange, the frantic neediness of it all catching you off guard.
You maneuvered your legs into a more comfortable position, now straddling his lap as his boner pressed directly against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts. You didn’t know how to respond to any of this — he was so much different from Rafe. You were used to the way Rafe loved you — the firmness in the way he kissed you, the small grunts he would let out in between each one, how he would eventually trail his kisses down the valley of your neck, the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.
Why didn’t he give Topper any kind of pointers when he suggested this? Probably because this is more for Topper than it is for you, you thought. This wasn’t for you at all, actually. You were a distraction. Or so you’d been told.
His tongue roamed the inside of your mouth, the warm muscle circling as it waited for your own to do the same. You tried to focus on pressing your lips against his with the same pressure, but you could never seem to catch whatever wavelength he was on. Eventually, he pulled back, his lips red, wet, and swollen. 
Your eyes tried to catch his but they were laser focused on your collarbone that was peeking out above Rafe’s shirt. His hands balled into fists, balling up the fabric that you wore into them and pulling it over your head and dropping the garment to the floor, leaving the ‘v’ of your breast exposed to him. The bra you had on pushing them up, making them look plump. You didn’t miss how Topper bit his lip as one of his hands came up to fondle one of the rounds of flesh, his hips bucking up into you as he did so. 
His hands circled your back, coming into contact with the clasp of your bra, ready to undo the item and let it fall until he seemingly decided against it, mumbling something about not wanting to make too much of a mess.
He was much more silent than Rafe. Rafe was not one to keep quiet during intimacy, always groaning, or swearing, and whispering something so dirty into your ear that you couldn’t help but moan out loud, arching into him.
The boy stood up with you on his lap, holding you up by your behind as to not drop you. With you in his arms, he turned as he stood up, gently laying you on the couch on your back. He wasted little time in dragging your shorts and underwear down your legs together, leaving you exposed and on display for him, a cool breeze passing between your legs.
“Shit…” Topper cursed under his breath as his eyes were glued to your dripping core. You were slightly confused when his hands immediately went to the button on his pants, undoing the closure and shoving the clothing down his legs, the fabric pooling around one of his ankles as he didn’t even bother to completely remove them.
He propped one leg up on the couch, the other planted on the floor as he pulled you closer by the hips. Using one of his hands, he guided the tip of his cock that was leaking with precum to your entrance. He teased himself before actually pushing it in, rubbing the head of it against the wetness that was dripping from you and onto the sofa, surely leaving a wet patch beneath you. Gliding it up and down, stopping to circle your clit before eventually pushing into you.
You let out a soft gasp, feeling a slight throb of pain as he stretched you out. You watched the boy carefully above you, one of his hands now outstretched as it gripped onto the armrest behind your head, eyes rolling back as his hips stuttered when his dick hit your cervix.
The intrusion didn’t feel bad but it didn’t feel great either. You didn’t know if it was because this was a foreign thing or because he just wasn’t Rafe.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you like this…” He muttered, almost mindlessly, under his breath. Eyes clouded over with pleasure as he drew his hips back slowly, only to push back in at an equally slow pace.
The statement threw you, prompting you to question his real motives but Topper was a genuine person, right? And he wouldn’t lie to you for no reason, especially not for his own gain…
Right?
He told you that you were just helping him take his mind off of Sarah, that this wasn’t wrong. So, you were taking his word for it. More than his word, actually. Topper wasn’t just Rafe’s friend, he was yours too, wasn’t he?
Topper’s slow pace wasn’t something you were fond of, you quickly realized. Your orgasm not even beginning to build but you kept quiet. This was to help him, not you. He was breaking out into a light sweat despite his slow momentum, biting harshly into his lips concealing any noise he may have made, veins protruding from his biceps as his grip on the headrest grew deathly.
It wasn’t long before he came, not bothering to pull out as he did so, letting his seed fill you up, some of it hitting the inside of your thighs as he pulled out. When he seemed to have emptied himself out, he barely acknowledged you as he retreated away, standing fully from the furniture as he shuffled his pants back up his legs. 
His breathing was shallow and his face was flushed, he didn’t even bother to clasp the button on his pants back together before he was making his way down the hall, presumably to the guest bathroom to get himself together.
You steadied your own breaths, labored from the unfamiliar experience rather than exhaustion or pleasure. Carefully, you sat up straight on the couch, shimmying your panties and shorts back onto both of your legs and dragging them back up to your waist, trying to ignore the way the fabric smeared his cum against your thighs. Topper’s secretion was still dripping out of you, making the fabric against your center uncomfortable — hot, sticky, and scratchy.
Fishing around on the floor, you retrieve Rafe’s shirt that had been abandoned in the beginning, slipping the loose fabric back over the length of your body.
Assuming Topper had gotten what he needed and your job here was done, you headed upstairs, prepared to shower in Rafe’s room.
You tried to ignore that feeling in your gut that had been bubbling since Topper put his hand on your thigh. You just couldn’t put your finger on why you felt so bad about doing a good thing.
BY THE TIME RAFE HAD RETURNED, TWO HOURS HAD PASSED. You’d cleaned yourself up, just throwing on another one of Rafe’s old graphic tees and a pair of sweatpants. When you’d returned downstairs after your shower, Topper was sitting comfortably on the piece of furniture as if nothing had happened. However, when you went to sit down, he’d tried to beckon you over to lay under his arm. You’d politely declined. 
So, you both sat in silence once again. Topper put on a movie to watch while you went right back to scrolling on your phone, getting a text from Rafe about an hour into the movie that he was on his way back.
When he’d finally gotten back, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest, shooting your boyfriend a giddy smile as he shut the door behind him.
“Rafe!” You practically cheered, hopping off of the couch and skipping over to where he was kicking his shoes off at the door. 
“Hey, I’m sorry that took so long…” He apologized mindlessly, eyes finally landing on you. “I’m glad you’re in a better mood.” He spoke, squinting his eyes with mild suspicion. His gaze drifted to Topper’s figure draped over the far end of the couch, jutting his head in his direction in greeting. “‘Sup, Top.”
“What’s good?” Topper replied nervously, not even able to maintain full eye contact with his friend. Rafe found it weird, making a face of confusion before ultimately letting it go. His eyes shifted back to where you stood in front of him, winding his arms around your waist, similar to how Topper had just hours ago.
Only Rafe’s touch was familiar — more comforting. The dirty blonde leaned down to press his lips against yours, kissing you lovingly for a few moments before pulling back as his eyes looked you up and down. His hands never left your waist as he walked you backwards towards the sofa. “Did you change?”
You glanced down at yourself, forgetting that you probably looked different than you did when he walked out of the door hours ago. You opened your mouth to reply honestly. You didn’t think what had gone down between you and Topper was some top-notch secret. After all, he said Rafe had suggested it. “Um, yeah. I just wanted to clean myself up after helping Topper out.”
Rafe’s face twisted at the statement. It’s not like it was an odd thing but he just had no idea what had happened while he was gone. “What happened?”
Now it was your face that was twisting, confused at his words. You opened your mouth to reply before Topper beat you to it, neck craned dangerously over the back of the couch as he spoke. “Oh, it was nothing, man. She was just being nice and getting me something to drink and spilled it on herself.”
Rafe seemed to take the answer at face value, not pressing any further as he guided you both to sit on the couch before he stopped in his tracks, hands letting go off you to rub at a dark spot on the fabric of the furniture that wasn’t there before he left. 
“Did you spill whatever it was on the couch?” He questioned irritatedly, rubbing and scratching that patch that wouldn’t budge. 
Neither you nor Topper responded as Rafe huffed, making his way towards the kitchen to retrieve something to try and scrub the stain out before Rose, the clean-freak she was, got on him about it. Standing over the sink however, he took notice of something — there were no glasses in the sink. In fact, the kitchen looked untouched from when it had been cleaned yesterday.
If you’d gotten Topper something to drink, where’d you pour it? Into the palm of his hands?
Rafe’s gaze rose to look at the blonde who was lounging on his couch and he’d looked up just in time to see his best friend’s gaze trail up the length of your frame hungrily. 
The action made a thought appear in his mind, a crazy thought. Rafe wasn’t as naive as you, he saw the way his friends looked at you and heard the way they tried to speak to you when they thought he couldn’t hear. He didn’t expect any of them to act on their whims unless they intended to lose their lives.
He hadn’t even noticed your presence beside him until he felt your fingers on the skin of his shoulder through his shirt, shifting his gaze towards you who was peering up at him. 
“Are you okay?”
The man’s eyes narrowed at you in the slightest, moving so that your faces were inches apart and he spoke in a hushed tone.
“The fuck did you do?” He questioned, tone short and mean. The look in his eyes had you scared and confused.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not-”
“So, nothing happened while I was gone?”
Your next response wasn’t as quick, mouth opening for a few seconds, eye fleeting between the two blondes before you answered. “All I did was help Topper out because he was sad about Sarah. He said you’d be okay with it, that you’d suggested it even-”
“Suggested wh- what the fuck are you talking about?” Rafe’s face was twisted, tone scolding as if he was upset with a child.
“I don’t know, he just started touching me and saying all this stuff-”
You were cut off when the irritated blonde grabbed you by the arms, slightly shaking you. “Tell me what happened.” He spoke menacingly. “All of it.”
You tripped over your words before you got them out, the blonde boy on the couch paying no attention to you and Rafe as you explained how he’d coerced you into sex only hours before Rafe came back. Rafe listened intently as you told him about his best friend came into his house, sat on his couch, and fucked his girlfriend. And he couldn’t believe that he was still breathing. Couldn’t believe that he sat, laid back on his couch like nothing had happened.
Topper was always telling Rafe how you were just a pretty face and had nothing going on up top. Rafe usually told him off, not allowing him to demean you. He’d never thought his words had any deeper meaning.
“...And I showered after. Rafe, I didn’t think-”
“Yeah, you never think. That’s your problem.” He snapped under his breath, snatching himself away from you.
He knew you weren’t the brightest when it came to reading people. You weren’t an idiot or anything. You did well in school, you were academically gifted. But for some reason, when it came to socializing, you just weren’t there. You never caught on to sarcastic jokes, you didn’t know when people were flirting with you or using you. You were oblivious in that sense.
So when he looked back to see you with your head lowered, looking more shameful and upset than he’d ever seen you, he couldn’t help but sigh, using one hand to pull your head into his chest.
“I didn’t mean that, okay? It’s not your fault.” He felt your arms wind around his waist as your face buried into his shirt.
“I didn’t know. It felt wrong but he said you were okay with it. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”
“Shh, stop. I know, I know,” He cooed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Why don’t you go upstairs? Hm?” He pulled back, looking into your tearful eyes as you nodded, releasing your hold on one another before you made your way up the staircase, sparing a solemn look to Rafe before you disappeared.
Rafe eyed Topper who looked like he was struggling to ignore Rafe’s gaze burning into the side of his head. He didn’t know if he’d heard any part of your conversation but he could tell that the boy looked tense.
“Yo, Top?” Rafe called, back now turned as he inspected the kitchenware, eyes landing on the knife block before pulling out the chef’s knife. The object was swinging at his side as he turned back to face his friend. 
“Yeah?” He replied, letting his gaze find the man standing in the kitchen. Topper looked nervous, a bead of sweat on his hairline.
“I hope it was worth it.” He snapped at him. "'Cause I'm going to fucking kill you."
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proactivetypaperson · 9 months
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stepbro rafe hcs!
Warnings: stepcest, dub-con, reader’s lowkey a bimbo, light smut, pervy behavior, DARK CONTENT, jealousy.
a/n: this is my first post so please be nice and as always mdni!
stepbrother! rafe who was always a little too touchy with you, holding your hips to move you out of his way, caressing your head when you did something right, placing his hand on your thigh as you sat next to him at family dinner, making you his personal eye candy at parties, making his friends envious, and making their shorts tighten at your cleavage as they watched you lean down and pick something up for Rafe.
You dismissed it as casual affection because you were just relieved that your intimidating big evil stepbrother liked you.
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A shiver ran through you as you felt Rafe’s fingers graze your spine as he pulls down the zipper, and you see him lick his lips at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your push-up bra.
You gasp when he unhooks it in one swift motion making it pool at your feet, and you bite your lip as his finger reaches out to brush over your hardened nipple.
stepbro! Rafe always carries drags you back to his room when you've had a little too much to drink, stripping you and changing your clothes so you can wear his, so you know better than to protest as his gaze hungrily travels down your half-naked body, swallowing roughly when your palms reach up to squeeze your boobs as a protection against the cold air and cock twitching when you look up at him through your lashes and whine for him to give you his shirt already.
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stepbro! rafe wrapped your lace panties around his hardening cock, getting off to your pictures, in his defense, you did ask him to take a good picture of you and perhaps he took a few extra for himself. You didn't mind because you were wearing the miniskirt he bought you as an act of reconciliation after he beat up that touron for talking to you, so it's not entirely his fault that he took a few in different angles. That's what a nice stepbrother does, right?
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stepbro! rafe who takes you shopping on the mainland where he buys you the skimpiest little skirts he can think of, skirts that he knows will undoubtedly hike up when you bend over, as well as some lace lingerie sets that would flash through your see-through shirts.
He usually follows you into the dressing room as you change, observing you with a hungry glare. He means well, of course; after all, who else is going to assist you in undressing?
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drunk or coked out stepbro! Rafe who slips into your room at night under the guise of just checking in on his stepsister, and before you know it he’s grinding against you,and being the good and obedient, step sister that you are, you grind back into him knowing that he just needs to relieve some tension. However, you squeeze your thighs together in an effort to stop him when he inserts his hand between them,
“Rafe …. but mom and dad?”
Sighing, he moves in closer and says, "Look, I just need you right now, okay?" and with that, he grabs your hand and presses it against his bulge. “This is what you do to me” he groans. You relent some not wanting to upset him he’s your favorite person after all and you just want to help him, it's what good stepsisters do right? And you let his hand make its way into your shorts, calloused fingers teasing your clit, “fuck so wet for me angel” he mumbles kissing you on the sweet spot right under your ear, and when you hear his belt unbuckle and hand snake his way around your throat you know you're in for a long night.
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countryclubkook · 11 months
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A/N: the idea of rafe doing this to me drives me crazy. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI
Rafe would %100 leave bruises all along your ass and thighs to mark you as his in the summertime when all you wear is shorts and skirts. Maybe he had a bad day and it just so happened to be the day you wanted to try something new in bed and he happily obliged. His belt repeatedly came down on your skin until he was satisfied with his work, he’d gently kiss the bruised skin before applying a cream to the spots that were really bad and ask if you were okay and if he went too far. You’d assure him it was fine and you liked it before going to sleep and waking up the next day unable to sit down. You’d never been so relieved your parents were out of town when you looked in the mirror and saw the splotches of red, black, purple, and blue scattered across your skin in very visible areas. He’d of course invite you to join him at the golf course when Topper and Kelce were there with him and tell you to wear the new skirt he bought you that showed just the right amount of skin. He would have the biggest and most smug grin on his face when he saw you limp towards them. The others would look mortified at the marks left and ask what the hell happened only for rafe to respond with some shit like “My girl is a freak. Had to show everyone who the fuck she belongs to” before roughly pulling you into a kiss and gently groping the sore skin and going on about their game. His cock would harden each time you whimpered from trying to sit or when you’d bend over. Your ass was bruised now, but he was determined to make your pussy feel the same ache when you got home.
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winterrrnight · 12 days
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rafe comforting you when he realizes you aren’t comfortable in your skin and can’t accept compliments <3 cw: body insecurities, intentional use of lower case, shy!reader, self indulgent af bro :/
it took him some time, but he started to notice it; the way you dodged his compliments, the way you always switched the topic each time he praised how beautiful you look, or how pretty you are.
he didn’t quite understand it at first. why would you not be so readily accepting the compliments? after all, every word coming out of his mouth is 100% true.
it’s a wonderful fall evening, both of you at the quiet beach as you sit next to each other on the sand, the sun slumping down in the horizon and the sky streaked with beautiful tints of oranges and yellows, a cool breeze blowing past you both. his arm stays slumped around your shoulders, his way of keeping you warm in the chilly breeze.
he takes a glance at you; the evening sun rays shining off you, making you look even more ethereal than ever.
“you look so beautiful right now…” he mutters softly, not realizing when the words leave the mouth. it’s more or less like a reflex for him to compliment you, he just can’t stop himself.
you feel your cheeks heat up at his words, your gaze now fixated at your lap, your fingers pulling onto each other. rafe notices this almost immediately, and realizes that each time he compliments you, he never hears a ‘thank you’ back.
“hey…” he says softly, placing his hand on top of yours to stop you from fiddling with your fingers, “look at me,”
you slowly, but surely, turn your head to meet your eyes with his warm blue ones, and he can see the hesitance in your eyes, your mind working away the gears as a million thoughts generate in your head.
“why do you hide from me any time I compliment you?” he asks softly. he doesn’t mean to pressurize you, but he’s realized this has been going on for way too long now, and he wants to get to the bottom of this.
“rafe i…” you fumble, your lips parting and he expects you to say something else, but nothing really leaves your mouth. your eye contact with him falters and you start to look away, but rafe is quick to gently grip on your chin and make you look at him.
“uh uh uh… look at me, please,” he pleads softly. it gets hard for you to maintain strong eye contact but nevertheless you keep on looking in his eyes.
“sweetheart…” he tuts softly, “don’t tell me you aren’t… comfortable with what you look like…”
when no response leaves your lips and you just look in his eyes, the sadness only evolving in them more and more, all the dots connect in his mind.
you aren’t comfortable with what you look like, so you believe you don’t deserve the compliments he loves to shower you in, and don’t readily accept them the way he wishes you would.
he gently moves his hand to your cheek and strokes the skin softly, and you subconsciously lean into the warmth of his hand.
“you’re gonna keep looking at me when I say the next words…” he takes a deep breath. “you, my love, are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. and no– none of the hiding you always do okay? I will say this everyday to you if needed to show you that you indeed are so gorgeous, inside and out. that you radiate a certain light no one does. there is a charm you have that keeps on pulling me to you. I just hope you can see yourself from my eyes. and you’d see how your entire face glows under the warm sunlight, how your eyes shine when the moon shines its light on you. you smile so beautifully each time I take you to your favorite restaurant, or talk about some movie or show you love, or talk to you about new music… and I just wish you can see that, because it’s so beautiful, it’s the only thing I can think of all day,”
you don’t take your eyes off of him as tears full your eyes up to the brim. you blink and the tears make their way down, streaking your cheeks. your breathing is a little shaky, and rafe wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.
“it’s okay to feel this way…” he whispers, “but just know, i’m never letting a single day pass by without reminding you just how beautiful you are okay? i’ll make you sick of my compliments,” he chuckles softly.
you can’t help but chuckle a little yourself, your face pressed against his blue lacoste. you slowly pull your face back and he quickly wipes off the residual tears off your face.
“thank you rafe…” you whisper softly, not knowing how badly you had needed that.
he smiles softly, knowing he’s succeeded because you didn’t dodge the compliment, you accepted it and thanked him for it. he presses a kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment as his lips come in contact with your skin.
“you’re so welcome my love,” he whispers against your skin, pressing another kiss.
he made you feel extremely loved and wanted in a way you’ve never felt.
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now who’s crying with me? 😁
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lilminchii · 11 months
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Wrong name. Drew Starkey
A lil blurb🫶
“That feel good, baby?” Drew breathed out leaning against the headboard, as Y/n turned her head, leaning her head on his neck. She sat on his lap, her legs spread wide as his fingers worked inside her. A light blanket covered both of their legs, he loosely rested his arm on her thigh using his other hand to rub circles onto her clit. “S-Shit, Raf-” She cut herself off, whining as he stopped his movements. “Rafe?” he questioned, as she embarrassedly nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. “Rafe? Baby c’mon.” He jokingly groaned as she let out a huff. “Shut up Drew.” She mumbled as he looked down at her. “Oh, so you do know my name.” He laughed as she slapped his chest. “Are you thinking of Rafe, while you’re soaking my fingers?” He asked, making her blush. “Quit it,” she whined, as he laughed. “I’m never forgetting that by the way. But also ‘cause you're squeezing my fingers right now, I’ll ignore it.” He went back to moving his finger, as she let out a moan. “Fuck, f-faster.” She panted, her hand wrapping around his wrist. “I’d love to baby, but if you squeeze my hand any tighter I really can’t move it.” He whispered as she loosened her grip. “Cum for me, honey.” he rasped, his fingers finally bringing her to the edge. “Drew,” she dug her nails into the skin of his wrist. “I got you, I got you.” He stopped his movements as she let out shaky breaths. “I wanna see your face baby, you always look so pretty.” She slowly moved to straddle his lap, as he grinned cupping her cheeks. “So beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against hers. “It’s just sad to think you were thinking about Rafe,” he jokingly pouted as she scrunched her nose. “You’re annoying.”
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whorefordrew · 3 months
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just thinking about rafe and his gun
“don’t fucking move, sweetheart,” he tuts, “wouldn’t wanna hurt yourself would you?”
you shake you head, bottom lip trap between your teeth as you try your hardest to move your hips to find that blissful pressure for your clit.
rafe, satisfied with your efforts to obey his command, starts to move the muzzle of the gun across your slit, watching with his mouth slightly ajar as your slick paints the black metal shiny.
you toss your head back into the pillow, hands clenching on the sheets when he puts more pressure on your clit and slides the now slick gun across your pussy back and forth more smoothly.
rafe loves the moans he pulls out of you, and he loves it even more when you let him do as he wishes to get those sounds out, even if he wants to fuck you with a gun.
“that’s it, sweetgirl,” he tilts the gun, the tip of it now aligned with your entrance making you still on the bed, you knew that he unloaded the gun prior to this but the thrill of him using it to actually fuck you was unimaginable, “relax for me, yeah?”
slowly, he pushes the gun inside your pussy. it was a strange feeling, of course, but the smooth ridges and the hardness was surprisingly pleasurable.
your eyes roll back and you moan deep from your chest when he thrusts what he could of the gun to the hilt. it feels so full and so good.
rafe lets you breath for a minute before pulling the gun back, its muzzle now completely shiny and wet from you.
“so fucking hot, and so fucking mine.”
happy holidays😘🎄
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probably-writing-x · 1 year
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I’ll love you in the morning
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: Being in a relationship with Rafe meant arguments were a regular occurrence, a day didn’t feel normal without one. But the thing with you and Rafe - you never went to bed angry at each other
Warnings: Cursing, jealous rafe, fluffy as heckkkkk
Author’s Note: Been binge watching OBX for the thousandth time so it only felt right to write about it now :) Please send me any requests you might have, there is a masterlist on my page of everything else I have written for before, but am happy to take requests for anything and I’ll see what I can do x Have a lovely day angels <3
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You weren’t sure why he was mad at you, but it seemed to radiate in the space between you. It was obvious in the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, the way his jaw clenched when he heard someone mention your name. It was midsummers tonight, and he’d invited you as his date - making you one of the only Pogues here. The two of you had been dating for a little under a year, and your anniversary was coming up in a few weeks. He’d hated you at first, he just knew you as John B’s sister, a Pogue through and through, and that was enough in itself for him to have a bad opinion of you. But, a year ago, you’d both got drunk at one of the parties on the beach, and he’d argued with you over which can of beer was his, and then you’d woken up the following morning next to him on the beach. Though, when you’d gone to leave, he’d asked you to stay. And that seemed to be the basis of the start of your relationship - Rafe asking you to stay. And you’d agreed.
“Hey (Y/N),” It’s Sarah that walks over to you, looking seemingly fed up of the Kook atmosphere already.
“Hey,” You try to smile back, pulling your eyes away from Rafe.
“Everything okay?” She frowns, standing beside you at the bar.
“Your brother,” You roll your eyes, resting your chin on your hands in front of you.
“When isn’t he the problem?” She laughs, “What’s he done this time?”
“I don’t think he’s done anything, I think he’s mad at me but I don’t know what I’ve done,” You shake your head, “He won’t even look at me.”
Before you can say anything else, JJ and Kie come over to the two of you, JJ dressed in his full server outfit - convincing everyone but you guys that he might actually work here. You’d been friends with JJ since he’d met John B and you spent basically all of your life with him.
“Please tell me this will be over soon,” Kie groans, shifting the material of her silk dress over her torso, “I hate this.”
You were wearing a dark green dress that Rafe had picked out of the three options you found in Sarah’s closet of unworn clothes. It hugged your figure and sat perfectly around your chest, flowing down in silk over your shoes.
“I don’t recognise you when you look like this (Y/N),” JJ points out, taking your drink and finishing the rest of it, “Very… kook.”
You roll your eyes and hit at his chest, “Grow up JJ, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you in proper clothes ever.”
He grabs your hand when you push him and pulls you in as if he’s about to twist your arm. But an all too familiar voice cuts between you.
“Hey, waiter,” Rafe shouts, “My drink’s looking close to empty, get me another.”
JJ drops your arm and looks at Rafe with a clenched jaw, “Get it yourself.”
“I don’t think you want to talk like that to me here,” Rafe lets out a laugh, the kind that comes from deep in his chest, “These are my people, not yours.”
“Rafe stop it,” You sigh, trying to step between him and JJ before this escalates further.
“So why don’t you get the fuck out of here, and leave my people, and my girlfriend, alone?” Rafe’s words are cold, calculated, separate from so much of what you knew of your boyfriend.
You push JJ back and stand between the two of them, turning your body to look directly at Rafe, but his eyeline falls above you and looks over at JJ still, “Rafe, leave it out.”
He doesn’t look at you, walking away with that tension in his shoulders that didn’t seem to leave.
“For fuck’s sake,” You mutter under your breath, “I’m sorry JJ.”
He laughs, dragging a hand through his hair, “Come on (Y/N) we all know you’re the only Pogue he doesn’t hate, that’s not going to change.”
You take a deep breath and look towards the direction that Rafe had just stormed out to, “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you guys later, okay?”
“Let us know if you need anything (Y/N),” Sarah calls out from behind you, the only one of any of them that was somewhat close to being able to understand Rafe.
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You know he’s back at the house, and you’re thankful he’s thought enough to not lock the door behind him. It’s dark in the mansion and it’s eerie when you’re alone like this. You follow the steps upstairs towards his room, relieved when you catch the sight of the light on.
“Rafe?”
“Get out (Y/N), go back to the party,” His voice is cold, harsh.
“Rafe what the fuck have I done?”
“Nothing, just go back.”
He still won’t look at you.
“Nothing? You won’t talk to me, won’t touch me, won’t look at me, you haven’t since we got to that fucking party. You asked me to go and then spend the whole night ignoring me? What the fuck is this?” You’re raising your voice without thinking about it, the anger fuelling the fire in your veins.
“Just leave it (Y/N), I’m fine,” He tugs off the tie from around his neck, “I’ll talk to you later.”
“So that’s what this is now? We don’t even fight it out?” You scoff, “I’m not doing this with you Rafe. I’m not having you make me feel like shit all night, ignore me completely, embarrass me in front of my friends, and then tell me you’ll ‘talk to me later’.”
You try to stop your lips from wobbling, stop your hands from trembling, stop your burning desire to fall into his arms.
“(Y/N), don’t act like you don’t see how people look at you,” He shakes his head.
“No, fuck you, Rafe,” You shake your head, letting the tears bubble in your eyes, “You want to talk about people looking at me? Maybe people were looking at me because you were ignoring me all night!”
“You fucking love it, it’s like all eyes on you, and you don’t do anything to stop it!”
“Are you kidding me? Are you taking the fucking piss Rafe?” You’re fully yelling now, “Who do you think you are? No, who do you think I am?”
He’s quiet.
“I’m not dealing with this,” There are tears spilling over your cheeks now, staining them with the running of your mascara, “If you think I love other people looking at me so much, maybe I should go to one of them, because they certainly wouldn’t spend an entire night ignoring me.”
“(Y/N)!” He calls, watching as you turn on your heel to walk back out of the house.
As you’re just reaching the front door, his scream rips through the house, enough to make you flinch. Your heart is forcing you to go back, but you defy it, closing the front door behind you and walking back out into the dark.
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You’re not sure how long you’ve been down by the beach, listening to the repetitions of waves over the sand, the hum of Midsummers still going on behind you, the silence that always remains after a fight.
In all of the arguments you’d had, it never ended with you storming out. You’d argue, and yell, and disagree, until eventually you didn’t. You would meet in the middle, admitting when you were wrong, and explaining when you knew you were right. But it worked both ways and, that was the thing, it always worked. You’d be mad at each other until he told you he loved you and you told him you’d love him tomorrow, he’d laugh and know that you meant it, that you’d always forgive him.
Today felt different. Rafe felt like he was arguing with himself whilst he was arguing with you, and you weren’t going to listen to him accuse you of things he knew you’d never do.
You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself as the chill starts to pick up a little over the beach, sending a shiver through your skin.
That’s when you hear him, stumbling steps over the sand until eventually they stop beside you.
“Can I sit?”
You take a deep breath and nod, still looking out over the water to avoid falling into the gaze of his eyes. Rafe takes a seat in the space beside you, so close that his arm brushes yours. Without a second thought, he pulls the suit jacket from around him and wraps it over your shoulders, his hands lingering there for a moment. You instinctively pull the material around you, breathing in the scent of his his aftershave that clung to the lapels.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” He sighs, and you’re sure you can hear a tremble in his voice, “I didn’t mean what I said back there. I’m not saying I didn’t think it, but I shouldn’t have said it the way I did.”
“Why did you think that though, Rafe?” You shake your head, still not looking at him directly.
“It’s not because of you. It’s everyone else. I see the way they look at you, it’s like as soon as you’re there, they all look at you like prey,” He clenches his jaw, “And I hate it, and then I see them and I think why isn’t it them that you’re with.”
“Is that why you started on JJ?”
“I shouldn’t have done that, I know,” He nods, “I’ll apologise to him.”
You can’t help but laugh, “No you won’t.”
He laughs too, and for a moment that’s all there is.
“I don’t want to lose this (Y/N), but the more I think of that, the more I convince myself that I am going to lose it, and that terrifies me,” He drags a hand through his hair, “I get if you’re still mad at me, I’ll walk you home if you don’t want to stay.”
You take in a deep breath and exhale, moving your head to rest on his shoulder, “The problem is, Rafe, I’m the only one that can put up with you.”
As if he is worried you’ll slip away, he wraps an arm around your waist and grips you tightly, his head turning to breath in the scent of your hair, “I love you, (Y/N).”
You hum in response, nuzzling your head into his neck more, “I’ll love you in the morning.”
He kisses the top of your hair, once, twice, three times, letting his lips linger on the third, “Do you want to go back to mine?”
“No.”
You can feel the panic coarse through him, like he’s worried this time is still different than the rest, that he’d be going to bed alone thinking of everything he shouldn’t have said.
“I want to stay here,” You mumble, snuggling into the warmth he seemed to radiate, reaching your arms around him.
Rafe laughs and it rumbles through his chest against you, pulling you as close to him as he can get you to be.
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The following morning, you wake up to the sun. Rafe’s jacket is still draped over you, your head resting on the rise and fall of his chest. Your legs are tangled in his, and his arms are gripping you tighter than ever, his eyes still shut.
You reach up and press a kiss to his jaw, the closest to his lips that you can reach from this angle. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, so innocent compared to what everyone else thought they knew of Rafe - because nobody else got to see him like this, like you did.
He hums against your touch, his body waking up before his eyes have the strength to open. When he can just about muster the strength, he pokes one eye open to look at you, stretching one arm away from you and tucking it under his head, “Do you love me now?”
You laugh, kissing his jaw three more times, “I do.”
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rvfecamerons · 1 month
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hiiix can i b 💍emoji? also honestly thinking about rafe telling you to shut up if your to loud🥲
ofc! welcome bby <3 (tw noncon/dubcon, reader tries to tell rafe to wait and instead he goes harder 😫 mainly rafe’s POV here)
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rafe’s eyes fell shut as he tried to hone in on the euphoric feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him, sucking him in as he pounded into you from the back.
this was arguably rafe’s favorite way to take you. as much as he loved watching the faces you made while he drove his cock into you, hitting it from the back allowed him to reach depths of your cunt that he just couldn’t get to as easily in missionary.
but each time rafe heard you mewl or whine beneath him, that lust he was chasing, inched closer to irritation. his patience with you had long flown out the window, and you knew better than to complain and cry over a punishment you’d earned yourself.
you might not agree with him, but rafe knew flirting when he saw it… or in this case, even when he didn’t see it. your boyfriend simply took kelce’s word when he told him he’d seen you ‘chatting it up’ with the pogues earlier that day. just the thought of you interacting with them pissed rafe off, to no end. it was something you already knew would land you in hot water.
so why even do it? what was so special about the island trash, namely jj, that you just couldn’t resist? that’s all rafe could wonder as he dragged you up the stairs and forced you face first onto his bed. you were lucky he was nice enough to warm you up; stretching you out with his fingers, even loosening you up with his warm tongue, which was more than you deserved. your cunt was still squeezing the life out of him though, almost trying to force him out each time he shoved inside of you.
a particularly harsh thrust caused you to let out a pained cry, and rafe rolled his eyes at the sound. you couldn’t help the fact that the action made your body jolt forward, trying to evade the rough snaps of his hips.
but that was the last straw for rafe.
in one swift motion, two large hands gripped your hips and pulled you back down onto his cock. he let out a low groan at the feel, but the same action caused you to whine out again in discomfort.
“rafe, w-wait-,”
your cries were ignored; rafe pressed down on your spine with one hand while the other weaved itself in your hair, gripping at the roots and shoving your face down into the pillow.
his body immediately chased after yours, his toned chest pressing up against your back as rafe leaned down, his lips level with your ear.
“shut the fuck up,” he rasped, his annoyance clear in his tone. you couldn’t stop your cunt from fluttering around his length as he cursed at you.
rafe nibbled at your lobe before straightening himself back out. his hand remained on the back of your head, nails scratching at your scalp as his lips parted. he lowered his gaze, admiring the forced arch of your back and the way your ass rippled with each pointed thrust of his hips.
“you just never get used to taking this big cock, do you?”
he chuckled to himself, finding amusement in the way you could only grip the sheets and whine while pinned between your strong boyfriend and the king size mattress.
you somehow managed to turn your head to the side, letting rafe press your cheek into the pillow now and giving you the chance to plead your case again.
“please…” you panted, squirming around beneath him, “too…too much!”
“too much? aww, cute…” he repeated, tauntingly.
repositioning himself on his knees, rafe drew his hips back slowly, creating the space he needed to slam back into you, even more unforgivingly than he had before.
“that’s just too damn bad, huh? cause you’re gonna lie there and take this shit either way.”
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