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[obxone]

Distraction (Part 3)

Edited-ish. ~1.5k words.

Warning: Smut (Do not read if you are not 18+)

Taglist: @junhuilvrrr

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“Well, this explains it!” Barry is incredibly loud once he sees you. His dark eyes rake over you before tuning to Rafe with a shit eating grin. “Your girl is here, man.”

You fidget, hands clasping behind your back as you watch the kook and drug dealer sprawled out on the second floor deck, enjoying the spoils of their plundering.

Rafe looks up from counting cash to see you, a slow smile spreading over his features. He stands and crosses the distance between you.

“I’m glad you came.”

It does not register with you that you are holding your breath until your body forces you to inhale. A tense smile forming on your lips.

“I didn’t realize you had company,” you murmur, hand slipping into his.

Rafe glances over his shoulder to Barry, who is watching you both with a grin still on his face. “It’s just Barry.”

“Don’t worry about me, Princess. Country Club invited me.”

You nod and turn your attention to Rafe. “I’ll come back later, okay? And we can talk.”

“No,” Rafe says quickly, his hand tightening around yours. “No, stay.”

“We need to talk… alone,” you add.

Rafe smirks, his gaze dragging down the length of you before he starts to move forward and force you to walk backward. “Barry, go find something to occupy yourself.”

He laughs and stands, grabbing his can of beer before heading towards one of the doors into the house. “Whatever you say, Country Club.”

You stare up at Rafe, your nerves running rampant as he walks you back into the second floor of Tanneyhill’s main house before steering you into the primary suite. You know this is a risk to come here and be alone with Rafe. But your body carves more of his touch, and your traitorous heart wants nothing more than to own his and vice versa.

“Rafe…” You whisper as he shuts the double doors before reaching for you again. His large hand is warm on your waist. The other hand tips your face up to his. “What are yo-”

His lips find yours cutting you off, and you kiss him back before putting space between you. You bite your lip, and he stares at you. Eyebrows raising at your choice to step away from him.

“I’m not going to be that easy, Mr. Cameron.”

He chuckles, the tip of his tongue darting out to drag over his bottom lip. “Really? Because I can already tell you are going to be putty in my hands.”

You laugh, glancing behind you as you sidestep the bench at the foot of the king sized bed. “Why don’t you give it your best shot?”

“All right,” he smirks, before reaching and pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to a chair in the corner of the room. “I’ll play, and I don’t play fair.”

You laugh and angle yourself to either escape past him or over the bed when he decides to charge after you.

“I’ll even give you a chance to reconsider,” he muses, kicking his loafers off before locking the bedroom door. “Because when I get my hands on you, Princess, you won’t leave this room for days.”

“Days?” You mock him with a teasing look.

“Days. I’ll count to ten, and if you are still in this room, then I win.”

“Oh,” you laugh, playing off his threat, but deep down, you know it is very real, and he intends to devour you. Your hands tighten on the back of the armchair you are hiding behind in anticipation.

“Ten…”

You cock your head, gaze dragging over this length of him.

“Nine…”

Your eyes dart to the door before moving back to him.

“Eight…” He takes one step closer, and your heart rate seems to triple in speed. “Seven…”

“And what if I want this?” You counter, you know he will not let you slip past him, and he is still blocking the door. You could get through the bathroom, but even that puts you too close to him.

He chuckles. “Six… Five…”

“Rafe…”

“Four…”

You exhale a steadying breath.

“Three…”

And here goes nothing as you slip from around the chair and try to ease around the table.

“Two…”

“Rafe!” You warn, cheeks warming as his blue eyes track you across the room. You get past the table and the second chair and start to run for the bathroom door.

His eyes narrow. “One.”

It happens fast, his arm hooks around your waist, and you are pulled off your feet. Your back meets expensive bedding and an incredibly soft mattress moments later.

“I want you.” His tone shifts and his eyes darken as he takes you in. Your hair splayed over the bed behind you, and your skin burns with anticipation. “And I’m going to have you.”

You hum, hand dragging down his chest. “Rafe…”

Rafe’s hand slides up your leg and over your shorts before moving to undo the tie on your paper bag shorts. You bite your bottom lip, watching him. He hooks his fingers around the waist of your shorts before tugging them down. Your hands are shaking as you touch his arms, nails biting at his biceps.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he hums before pressing a kiss to your lower belly.

“Will you be gentle with me?” You cup his face, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

“Absolutely not.”

You gasp as he nips at your hip. Your shorts are tossed somewhere on the floor of the bedroom, and he groans at the sight of your lacy baby blue panties. He bunches your tank top up in his hands before sliding it up and over your head. You bite your lip when he sees that you are completely bare on your top half.

“Fuck.”

“Touch me,” you beg him, guiding his hands to your skin. “Please.”

Rafe’s hands enclose your breasts, and he watches, mesmerized as he runs his thumbs over your peaked nipples.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Princess.”

You hum, arching your back and dragging the heel of your foot down the back of his leg. Your hands trail over his shoulders and down his chest to the button of his Oxford shorts. Your fingertips memorize every dip and curve of his toned torso.

“Take them off,” he commands, and you do as you are told. You take his boxer briefs down at the same time, and he springs free. Your lips part in surprise, and your thighs threaten to clench together.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

You nod, hands moving to cup his face before you kiss him. He makes quick work of removing your panties before his hand snakes between your legs.

“You are soaked, Baby.”

You groan, head tipping back as he strokes his fingers over you again and again. Your legs spread for more, encouraging him.

“That’s my girl, doing so good,” he encourages you.

You moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he sinks two fingers into you, and his thumb finds your clit. Your fingers tighten on the bedding, and your other hand presses against the back of his neck bringing his face down to yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he works you into putty just like he promised.

“I’m so close,” you whisper against his lips. This is the first experience you have had where nothing but foreplay and a little touching has brought you so close to the edge so fast. “Rafe… please!”

“I know, Baby, I know,” he grunts, his head dropping, so he can watch his fingers work over you. “Taking me so well.”

“More,” you encourage. “I want more.”

He smirks, chuckling a little before withdrawing his touch. His two fingers coated in you slips past his lips, and you gasp, watching him suck his fingers clean. His eyes briefly close as he hums in satisfaction.

“Oh, my god.”

He laughs, “Not quite, Princess.”

You are no longer aware of anything outside of this moment, including the pogues and how they would feel knowing you are here and allowing this to happen. It is not even a thought in your mind.

“Please,” you beg, barely above a whisper. “Please, Rafe.”

He groans, gaze dragging over you completely naked and spread for him. His eyes focus on the slickness between your legs.

“You are the sexiest thing, hands down.”

You blush, a giggle falling from your lips before you reach for him. Your lips claim his, and he kisses you back while his hand slips between you, and you gasp as he begins to ease the tip of his length into you.

The kissing ends, and your head falls back against the bed, and he takes the opportunity to attach his mouth to your neck. His hands find yours and cage them against the bed as he begins to fuck you, and he holds true to his words, nothing about it is gentle.

(Part 4)

[yns-world]

always & forever

part i of the euphoria au!outer banks series

part ii part iii part iv

title: always & forever

pairing: euphoria au!rafe cameron x reader

warnings: toxic relationship, mention of toxic family, murder, obsession, rafe cameron as his own warning, ooc rafe

a/n: this was inspired by this playlist. i highly recommend listening to it while reading <3

fem reader, race not mentioned, size not mentioned

italics = Rue narrating

normal text = scenes of their relationship

Ah, Rafe and Y/N. The token toxic couple at East Highland High School. Their relationship had a different dynamic than Nate’s and Maddy’s. Nate and Maddy don’t know how to leave each other alone, but Rafe and Y/N simply won’t let each other go. Rafe and Y/N would rather burn each other alive than to ever leave each other. 

These two started dating at the beginning of junior year, when Rafe first moved here. Some say it was love at first sight, others say it was because crazy recognized crazy. 

Rafe took a step into the main entrance, unconsciously chewing on his thumb out of nervousness. The noise, the stares, the people-- it was all too much. But just as he was about to ditch, he locked with a certain pair of eyes. They were so calm, so warm. They beckoned him, and he felt himself walking towards her. 

“You new here?” She asked, her voice light. But Rafe was still too nervous to speak, he could only nod. “You’re so cute when you bite your thumb.” The girl pinched Rafe’s cheeks and chuckled. 

Their relationship was a heavy one, with obsession on both ends. In just a few weeks, Rafe became notorious for his anger outbursts and nobody could stand to be around him-- nobody except Y/N. 

As part of their nightly routine, Rafe crawled through Y/N’s window and curled up in her lap. They stayed like that for hours. Some nights they’d talk, but on nights like these, they were silent, trying to recuperate from their own lives.

As Y/N stroked Rafe’s hair, she thought about just how similar he looked like a puppy. He was just one big, hurt puppy.

But not everything was sunshine and rainbows in Rafe and Y/N’s world, they both were deeply flawed. Rafe was extremely possessive and controlling, and given Y/N’s past with her controlling family, she couldn’t stand it. 

And then there was Y/N’s constant changing moods and her fleeting attention. She was always looking for something new-- that’s what attracted her to Rafe in the first place-- so you can only imagine how hard it must be for Rafe to keep her attention and love when she’s always looking elsewhere. 

These two were always taking “breaks” but were never on and off like how Nate and Maddy were; their possessiveness would never allow them to give them that much room. 

But I guess their jagged flaws are what allowed them to piece together so perfectly. 

In the week of Nate’s and Maddy’s break up, those two were doing everything in their power to ignore each other. Meanwhile, as Y/N walked past Nate in the hallway, Rafe was desperately jogging after her.

“Y/N! Y/N, please!” Rafe pushed through the crowd and latched onto her arm. With his tall build, he could easily overpower Y/N but a single stare from her was enough to check him.

Rafe ignored her stare and pulled her into the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind them.

“Y/N, I can’t do this. I can’t be away from you.” Her face was as cold as stone, her eyes unmoving. Rafe always preferred Y/N when she was angry-- she would hit his chest, scream until her throat was sore, but he could always reel her in and calm her down in his arms. 

When she was angry, it was because she cared. 

But he couldn’t stand her silence. There was nothing he could do when she had no reaction. 

Rafe broke down, grabbing onto her shoulders and sobbing. 

"I need you, I can't live without you. You're the only one who gets me. You're the only person who sees me."

Rafe cups Y/N’s face and leans down until his lips are centimeters from hers. 

“I could never let you go.”

He sealed his promise with a kiss that sucked all the air from her lungs. 

In some ways, Rafe was worse than Nate. Nate might’ve been crazy, but Rafe was crazier; Rafe had nothing to lose except Y/N. 

Nobody has proof that Rafe is a killer, but it was pretty coincidental that the same QB that Y/N was flirting with had died the next week. 

On the day that the beloved QB was pronounced dead over the school speakers, Y/N and Rafe were walking through the halls, hand-in-hand, as if nothing could ever bring them down. To pour salt in the wound, Rafe had publicly gifted her a bouquet of primroses, a unique and uncommon choice of flowers. But these were one of Y/N’s favorite flowers because of their meaning. Primroses meant devotion and everlasting love; they meant that one could not live without their other half. 

A warm smile lit up Y/N’s face.

“You’re so sweet, Rafey.” She gave him a peck on the lips. 

“That’s not all.” Rafe dug in his pocket and retrieved a black velvet case, revealing a sapphire teardrop pendant necklace. 

Her excitement meant the world to him, it was all he lived for. It was all he cared about. He could never let anyone come between him and Y/N; they had something eternal, something that no one else could possibly comprehend. 

Nate was capable of killing Maddy, but Y/N was capable of killing Rafe— for his heart was in her hands. He would let her kill him again and again, and he wouldn’t say a word. In fact, he enjoyed every time she went out of her way to ruin him. It was just another opportunity to prove his love, to prove his devotion. 

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[atlabeth]

fight or flight - rafe cameron

summary: you come back to the outer banks with an engagement ring and a wedding date, and rafe cameron crumbles.

a/n: so i said i was going to write something fluffy to get out of the writing rut and instead i wrote this. so

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): angst, unrequited love, no happy ending. i wrote unrequited love on reader’s side so it’s only fair that rafe goes through it too

based off the song by conan gray because apparently he's my main inspo for toxic rafe

Rafe Cameron didn’t exactly know what he was doing here. 

It was the night of your wedding party, or a welcome back party, or some other fucking name for the party. Whatever it was, it was to commemorate you getting married to a guy that most certainly was not him. Clearly, seeing as you were doing your rounds with your soon-to-be-husband and he was downing his fifth glass of champagne. It wasn't doing anything, but he didn't really care.

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Hell, this wasn’t how his week was supposed to go.

Rumors had started floating through kook circles that you were coming back to the Outer Banks for the spring, and the second the grapevine reached him, he knew he had to talk to you. 

Rafe never really got to say everything he wanted to say to you before you left for college in Seattle, putting a mere 2,813 miles between the two of you. University of Washington got you and Rafe lost you, all while he stayed put in North Carolina, pushing his way through Chapel Hill with his father in his ear and a business degree Rafe didn’t even think he wanted.  

So when he heard that you were going to be back in his neck of the woods for a week, he started thinking of all the things he had to say to you, things that he’d been too much of a coward to say when he still had you. 

He couldn���t tell you how he felt about you—that was coming on too strong. Especially when he considered the fact that he’d had a thing for you since freshman year, ever since you were paired up together as lab partners in Mrs. Hawthorne’s biology class. Rafe credited that year as the first time he got A’s on every project while not remembering a single thing that was said. You had that sort of effect on him. 

But he had to at least say something—how much he’d missed you, how he wished he didn’t leave things the way he did, how he’d thought about you basically every single day since you’d packed yourself into a car with your family for a cross-country trip you wouldn’t be coming back from. 

Maybe. Maybe not. 

He didn’t know. Rafe had never known when it came to you. 

But then Sarah came inside a day later, carrying a load of mail. And within it, a Save the Date addressed to the Cameron family. 

A Save the Date for your wedding. 

It wasn’t much of a surprise to his sisters when he stormed out right after reading it and spent the rest of the day off the radar—there was a reason Sarah tried to keep it away from him. 

The whole situation was almost laughable, how Rafe went from thinking about ways he could bridge the gap from the past few years to drinking away a sorrow he should have been able to leave in high school. 

So Rafe was still in love with you, and you were getting married to some Seattle guy he’d never even met, and he was at your wedding party but he wasn’t part of your wedding party, and he was about two more drinks away from a full on breakdown. 

Yeah. He was doing pretty great. 

“Rafe!”

…Great.

He steeled himself as he turned around, and the vice relieved the slightest bit of pressure on his heart to see you by yourself. Rafe didn’t really think he could handle talking to your fiancé.

“Hey,” he said, a smile born solely of kook instincts forming. 

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” you laughed. You brushed a strand of hair out of your face, the engagement ring glaring at him even from afar. “Thank you so much for coming!”

“Sure,” Rafe said. “You invited the whole family. Would’ve been rude not to.”

Your smile wavered but remained strong, the only sign of uncertainty the slightest crease between your eyebrows. Turns out kook DNA stayed just as strong thousands of miles away. “I guess, but I didn’t want it to be an obligation. I thought you would be just as happy to see me.”

“I am,” Rafe lied, and his throat bobbed. “It’s just… been a long night.” 

“Oh,” you said, and you nodded, “I get that.” 

Uncomfortable silence permeated the air between you before you, ever the diplomat, smiled even brighter and broke it. “So what have you been up to lately? Changing the world and all that?” 

“Something like that,” Rafe said. His gaze moved behind you, and he saw your fiance talking with some parents a couple tables down. That potential conversation wasn’t something he could even think about handling. 

You opened your mouth to say something, Rafe interrupted before you could. “Uh, Sarah’s calling me from over there. I gotta go.”

He didn’t look back as he walked off, and he was glad he did. Seeing the hurt on your face that he caused would have broken him.

-

Tonight had been… a lot. 

It was one thing coming back to the Outer Banks after being on the West Coast for so long, back to the norms you’d steadily been growing away from. Seeing your friends was great, but you really didn’t miss the constant comments from their parents. You wouldn’t have even invited them if you had the choice, but your mom was planning a majority of your wedding, and her guest list was “nonnegotiable”. 

So while you had the best time talking to friends you hadn’t seen in months and introducing them to your fiance during your rounds, you could have done without all the bubble wrap. 

You loved the Banks, but Seattle had spoiled you with how… normal it was. There was a reason you were only getting married here, and there was reason you kept basically all of your romantic life a secret since you went to college—after all this, it was right back to the road. 

With your cheeks aching from smiling so much and your social battery steadily running out, you entrusted your fiancé with pleasantries for a bit so you could get some fresh air. 

If there was one thing you were thankful for with your hometown, it was the nostalgia. You’d run around and fished at this pier so many times when you were younger it only seemed right to hold your “welcome home, you’re about to get married” party in the same place. 

As you stepped outside, you noticed someone else seeking the solace of silence. You would’ve given it to them, but then you recognized the suit and the hair and the way he leaned hunched over against the railing, and you couldn’t just leave it alone. 

“Y’know, that’s not good for your posture,” you said, walking up to him with a slight smile. 

Rafe turned his head, and when you registered in his mind, he sighed. “As you’ve told me for years.” 

“And yet you never listen to me.” You leaned against the railing so you were facing him, and Rafe didn’t move. “What brings you out here?” 

“Could ask you the same thing,” he said, still not looking at you.

You shrugged. “Just needed some space from it all.” 

“Why?” Rafe finally looked at you, his expression almost vacant. “Having doubts?” 

You frowned. “Of course not. It’s just overwhelming being back. Everyone has something to say about every part of this, and I don’t really care about anyone’s opinion but Jake’s.” 

Rafe huffed a laugh, looking away again. “Jake. Of course that’s his name.” 

Your brow furrowed deeper and you stood up. “Okay, what the hell is up with you tonight, Rafe?” 

“Nothing,” he said, still staring off into the water. 

“That’s bullshit,” you bit out. “You’ve been weird all night, and it's like you're trying to avoid me. Do you have a problem with me now or something?” 

He finally pushed himself up and looked at you, all messed up hair and unbuttoned jacket and glimmering eyes, and you had to force yourself not to look away. “The opposite, actually. But I do have a problem with you inviting me to this whole thing and acting like it’s normal.” 

“The opposite?” You stared at him in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been friends forever, why wouldn’t I invite you?” 

“Because I am in love with you!” Rafe exclaimed, and your eyes widened as he laughed. “God, I don’t know how you never realized—I’ve been practically tripping over you since freshman year, and then you go and do this shit!" 

“You—” you laughed too, if only out of pure shock, shaking your head as you took a step back, “—you what?”

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated blatantly. The words didn't bring him relief—how could they, when they couldn’t do anything for him? “Surprise, I guess.” 

“You can’t fucking do this to me,” you said shakily. “Not today. Not— not now. Tell me you’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Rafe ran his hand through his hair with a cold laugh, turning away from you. “I don’t even know why I came tonight. Guess I just had to see for myself if it was true.”

“Of course it’s true!” you exclaimed. “Why would you come to this if you just— if you just wanted to try and ruin this for me?”

“You think I want to ruin this for you?” Rafe shook his head and huffed another laugh. “You think I want this? To have been in love with the one person I’ve never been able to have?”

“Why didn’t you tell me in high school?” you demanded. Your voice wavered from anger over anything, a fire beginning to burn in your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me during any of the summers I was back? Why— God, Rafe, why now?”

“You think we ever would’ve worked out then?” he asked with another mirthless laugh. “I— I was a complete wreck in basically every way, and you were the most perfect person I’d ever met. It was a miracle we ever became friends, and even more of one that you stuck with me. I thought I would get over it, because I knew nothing could ever happen, but every year I just fell harder. For me, it's you. It has always been you, even with everyone else.” 

“No.” You shook your head, the blaze growing inside of you. “No, no— it has not been me!”

Rafe shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You don’t get to tell me this!” you seethed, and you moved towards him. “You don’t get to try and uproot my life just to make yourself feel better, you asshole!”

“I never had the chance to tell you!” Rafe defended, and he counted off his fingers as he listed names. “Freshman year it was Tatum, and then it was Mason, then Jade, then fucking Kelce—” he threw up his hands. “Everytime you were single, you were very clearly not interested, clearly, if you were dating one of my best friends. And then it was senior year, and you told us all you were going to Seattle. What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“You should have told me how you felt before all of this!” The wind had begun to pick up now, the night chill biting at your skin, but you didn’t care. “Because you know what, Rafe? I liked you too!”

That stopped him in his tracks. “What?”

“Yeah,” you said, and you managed a shaky laugh. “Junior year, I liked you for a while. Kelce said a lot of good things about you when we were together, and it actually started to change how I saw you. Less of an asshole, more of an actual human. Just someone who was working through stuff in the worst way. Why do you think Kelce and I spent so much time together after we broke up?”

Rafe laughed, but it could barely be considered one, wholly without heart. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

You shook your head. “I thought it could have been something. But before I could say anything, you got with Tessa and I figured it wasn’t worth a shot.”

Rafe went silent as he turned away again, but you could see the clench of his jaw even from your position.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you said, “okay? I don’t care how you feel about me, because I don’t feel anything for you. I am getting married next month, and that’s that.” 

“I know.” He turned around, his signet ring glinting in the pier’s lamplights. “It’s not like I expected to change anything. I just…” he sighed. “I don’t think I could have physically kept it in any longer.”

“You should have,” you murmured. A spring night shouldn’t have been this cold, but you wrapped your arms around yourself as the chill bit at you. Maybe it wasn’t all external. 

“Congratulations on your wedding,” Rafe said. “I’m happy for you. Really. I just can’t be part of it.”

“Really?” You huffed a mirthless laugh, looking him right in the eye. “This is it? After all the years we’ve been friends, you’re not even going to come to my wedding?”

“I can’t.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he turned away, shaking his head before meeting your eyes once more. “I should go. Have a good night. I—“ his throat bobbed, “—I’m sorry.”

Your sundress blew in the breeze, your cardigan doing nothing to help with the chill creeping through you. This wasn’t the way any of this was supposed to go, but it wasn’t like you had a choice.

You pushed back the tears threatening to fall and let out a shaky breath, moving back towards the doors. 

You looked over your shoulder and watched Rafe Cameron walk out of your life for the last time, and then you went back inside. 

-

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[ferparkerr]

Rafe Cameron and John B's sister soft

my native language is not english, please use a translator for this

One shot with A.I (artificial intelligence)

Rafe Cameron and John B's sister

Rafe Cameron had never been one to back down from a challenge. He was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. But there was one thing he couldn't have, no matter how hard he tried: John B.

It was the ultimate challenge for him. He had always been at odds with the Pogues, and the fact that he was attracted to his sister only added fuel to the fire. Every time he saw her, he felt his heart skip a beat. But he couldn't let his guard down. She couldn't let him know how she felt.

It was a beautiful summer day and Rafe had just finished a long day of surfing. He was walking along the beach, his mind wandering, when he saw her. She was sitting on a rock, looking at the ocean. He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to approach her.

"Hey," he said, sitting down next to her.

She turned to look at him, her expression wary. "What do you want Rafe?"

She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to do. "Look, I know we've had our differences in the past. But I wanted to talk to you about something."

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"I know we come from different worlds, but I can't help how I feel about you. Every time I see you, I feel like I'm going crazy. I know I've been a jerk to you in the past." But I promise I'll make it up to you. Just give me a chance".

She looked at him for a long moment, her expression softening. "Rafe, I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll give me a chance," he said, taking her hand in his.

He hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Okay, Rafe. I'll give you a chance."

It felt like I was on top of the world. He couldn't believe she had said yes. But as they walked along the beach together, he knew he had a long way to go before he could truly win her over.

It was a slow process, but eventually, Rafe and John B's sister began to hit it off. They would spend time together, talking and laughing. Rafe found himself falling more and more in love with her each day, but he still couldn't bring himself to admit his true feelings.

One day, they were sitting on the beach, watching the sunset. Rafe knew this was his chance. He took a deep breath, then turned to look at her.

"Listen, I know I've been a jerk in the past. But I need you to know that I care about you. More than anything in the world. I know it's probably too late, but I had to tell you."

She looked up at him, her eyes softening. "Rafe, I had no idea. I care about you too."

It felt like I was on top of the world. He leaned in to kiss her, and for a moment, everything else fell away. It was just him and her, together on the beach.

As they walked away, Rafe knew that he had finally found the one thing he had been looking for: love.

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[rafesmuse]

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reverse cowgirl with jj outside

jj sucking and admiring your tits

dom!jj spanking you

giving boyfriend!jj a blowjob

doggystyle with best friend!jj

jj showing you how strong he is

riding roommate!jj in your room

jj fucking you while you’re wearing his shirt

helping jj relax after a long day

enemy!jj fucking you at a party

jj fucking you hard from behind

— RAFE CAMERON

missionary with boyfriend!rafe

ghostface!rafe sneaking into your room and fucking you

dom!rafe punishing you

rafe eating you out after a stressful day

morning sex with rafe

enemy!rafe fingering and choking you

shower sex with rafe

rafe fucking you on his yacht

study sessions with best friend!rafe

rafe admiring your body

riding rafe in his truck

neighbour!rafe fucking you in his bed

[rafeysdoll]

Bsf Rafe convincing reader that it’s normal to hump on him through his pants cus his just helping out a friend!! Plus y’all are wearing clothes

wanna state since i know im gonna receive hate lol— that reader does know what sex/sexual things are!! hence why she’s also able to tell rafe she’s horny in the first place. i’m not writing a reader that doesn’t know what sexual things are, she clearly does lol

“w-we’re fine, okay? fine. almost all close friends do this. ‘ts completely normal,” rafe nudges, squeezing your bum lightly as you continue dragging yourself back and forth. tiny gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. “it’s not like we’re having sex, you still got your panties on.” your best friend states rather obviously, tugging on the straps of your lacy, sticky underwear.

“promise.. promise nothing’s gonna change?” you mewl, dry humping his bulge, hands placed on rafe’s chest for support. “i promise, just wanna help you.. said you were horny right? it’s uh… a good thing you came to me. other guys would just — just be ruthless on you, y’know? use you and shit.”

you hum, still rubbing your clothed cunt against him, the roughness of his pants making you flustered and barely able to grasp any real attention for what he's talking about. “feels good, rafey.”

“yea, i know, can go faster than that though baby come on.” he urges, placing his hands on your waist and helping you move at a faster speed, groaning at the friction.

he had half a mind to just rip you both out of your clothes and pound you into your bed, tell you he couldn't help himself as ruts inside your hole.

but he clenches his fist and holds back. what a gentleman.

“yeah there you go, feels even better now dont it?” “so, soo much better.. you- you always know what's best, rafey." you mewl, letting out the prettiest noises as you keep on your movements, rafe’s cock jumping underneath the fabric.

“why.. why dont you come and give me a kiss? for thanks?” he questions, puckering his lips slightly. when you freeze just a bit, rafe catches on and helps you rub against him again, quickly sending you back into your haze.

“o..okay,” you whisper, leaning forward to give a him a wet kiss, somehow even more nervous at your locked lips than how you were humping him like you would a pillow.

but it was so sweet, his surprisingly soft lips against your glittery ones.

who could blame you for letting this happen a few more times? you were best friends, after all — you did everything together.

[sageworld]

there’s just something about bestfriend!rafe who’s just obsessed with your boobs…

“stop it, rafey.” you giggle, making it look not purposeful when you bend over, pushing your plush ass into him in a weak attempt to get him away.

“come on, sweetness just one picture.” he begged. you and rafe had gotten pretty fucked up last night at toppers, resulting in you just sleeping at his house in whatever you had left there. “fine, but you can’t show anyone.” you pretend to be annoyed, but rafe can see right through it.

you were always weak when it came to rafe, always giving into his needs. he wanted a beer at the party? you were coming back within minutes. he wanted a blow job? you bet your fat lips were wrapped around his cock the second you got alone. you knew it was wrong, he was your bestfriend and many times you scared off his girlfriends and vice versa. the two of you constantly fucked like bunnies no matter what the conditions were.

“deal.” rafe smiled pulling down your top, exposing both of your large breasts he had grown to love so much. “there’s my girls.” rafe smiled and bent down to kiss both of your hard nipples.

“just one rafey.” you pulled one tit back into the top as rafe sat his phone up, muttering something about boring. “well if i’m so boring you can just never see them again” you tease, attempting to pull your other boob back into your top. “no no no no i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it, one is great.” rafe yanked the top down.

you pose into the camera, one of rafe’s large hands covering your exposed boob, giving it a nice squeeze. “you’re like a little sex doll.” rafe says randomly. “what?” you laugh, after the photos taken, pulling away from him. “i don’t know you’re just like a sex doll, you look like one.” he somewhat chuckles towards the end, pulling your top down to expose your other breast again.

“thanks? i guess.” you embrace rafes new hold on you with a giggle. both hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, as he leans down to suck your nipples.

just know he made that picture his lock screen.

[obxone]

Midsummer's Mingle

edited-ish. ~1.8k words.

Midsummers is here. It is the one night that allows all the kooks to compete with each other despite Hurricane Agatha nearly destroying the island and leaving the other side of the island without power. Normally you stayed at home or hung out with John B. and maybe JJ if he did not have to work the event, but this year Kie has managed to drag you with her. You had been reluctant but caved after serious begging from her. 

“Ready?” Kie asks, looking up after she secures the strap of her heel. “To go mingle with the kooks?”

“Almost,” you murmur, looking down at the dress you have spent way too much of your tips on. It is beautiful, and you feel like a goddess in it despite the weight of tonight’s event. Kiara has convinced her parents to let you tag along with the promise of not being a complete thorn in their side. You all know it will not last. Not based on her temperament all day. 

“How are my girls?” Anna asks as you enter her parents’ bedroom with Kie. She smiles taking you both in. "Stunning."

“This is disgusting,” Kie says, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands press against her dress, smoothing out the silk dress. 

“I know. It’s just horrible,” Anna comments while adjusting the flower crown on your head. “You look stunning, Sweetheart,” she murmurs to you and you smile back at her before you both turn to Kie. Kie’s purple silk gown hangs from her like a waterfall. “I’m asking you to relax and go to a fun party.”

“We look like bourgeoisie pigs,” Kiara says, turning to look at you both. You bite your lip, and she frowns at you. “I know you aren’t.”

You laugh then, pressing your fingers to your lips before looking away. Anna frowns at you both while she puts in her earrings. 

“Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?”

“Mom, people not three miles from here have no power, no running water, and we’re going to Midsummers.” She moved closer to her mom. “That’s so tone-deaf.”

You agree, but would not speak on it out loud since you were only a guest on their behalf tonight. 

“Kie!” Anna sighs, looking at her daughter as she grows irritated. “We made a deal. You can have a friend, and I don’t have to hear this all night.”

“Fine!” Kie snaps, crossing her arms over her waist. “You win.”

You study them, wary of an explosive argument starting before the event even took place, but it seems to dissolve as Anna shakes her head and leaves the room. 

��� — — — 

You arrive and follow Kiara out onto the deck. People look and smile kindly, probably not realizing you are not one of them. “There’s Pope.” She grins and squeezes your arm before going as you are stopped by an older woman, who compliments your gown. You thank her before moving to the others. 

“Pope!” You grin as you get closer. 

“Wow,” he comments, and you spin before moving to Kie’s side. You all take in the crowd together, aware that none of you really belong. 

Your hand presses to your stomach to quiet the nerves as you mutter. “This is a lot.”

“Hey,” Pope starts while looking at Kie. “Have you heard from JJ?”

She looks down at the ground between you. “No.” She looks up, relaxing the wrinkles on her forehead. “He’ll be all right. He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.”

“It’s all my fault.” He sighs. 

“Uh- - you didn’t do this, Pope.” She says, turning to him, and you frown at him, but he does not look at either of you. “Topper almost killed you. Remember?”

“Please stay away from that asshole tonight,” you input and he nods, looking at you then. “I spent a lot of my tip money on this dress and don’t want to ruin it so soon.”

“Okay,” he agrees, a flit of a smile on his lips, leaning back against the table they are prepping oysters on. You look ahead as claps echo from around the deck. The Camerons make their grand entrance with all smiles and dripping in decadence. 

“Here come Lord Capital and the Exploiters,” Kie mutters and you giggle but try to bite it back as Pope grins. Kiara’s description is accurate. 

“She’s definitely gonna poke somebody’s eye out with that,” Pope comments and it makes you laugh over Rose’s headdress. Your gaze, however, follows Rafe, who is being pulled to the side by Kelce. Kelce leans in, whispering to him before he turns back to the crowd. His gaze searches over everyone until he lands on you. He takes you in, his eyes scanning down the length of you before he whistles and turns away, clapping Kelce on the back. You glance at Kie and thank your lucky stars that she has not noticed Rafe’s reaction. 

“We should dance,” you say, hand grabbing hers. “Before your parents kick me out.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” she says but goes with you willingly. You both dance around each other to music and sip from glasses of champagne until it is gone. The bubbles make you giggle as you spin around one another. 

After a few songs, Kie goes to get more champagne and to check in with her parents while you step off the floor in search of a place to catch your breath. An area near the deck is empty and has a small table. It did not have any chairs and was too tall to sit at anyways, but it is tucked out of the way. You lean against it, watching the others dance and talk. 

“Hey,” Rafe moves to stand next to you. His blue eyes are brilliant against his powder blue suit. His hand brushes your exposed shoulder lightly. “Who are you here with?”

“Kiara.”

He nods, dragging his thumb across his bottom lip. “I would have brought you, you know that.”

“I would have said no,” you respond, before starting to walk away, but he is much quicker and prevents you from passing him. 

“That dress is stunning. You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” you respond, tipping your head back to look at him. “You look dashing in your suit.”

He smiles, hand touching the exposed skin of your back now. “We could have matched if you were my date.”

You sigh, shaking your head before looking out at the crowd. Your gaze lands on someone you had not expected. JJ. “I have to go.” You slip past him then and hurry down the steps to your friend. 

He grins at you as you near. His gaze drags over the length of you. “Fuck me, Princess, you are beautiful.”

“Oh stop,” you blush and touch his forearms after Sarah moves away from him. “What was that?”

“Nothing to worry about tonight. Now come dance with me.”

“JJ,” you scold lightly, and he chuckles before spinning you in a small circle and pulling you back to him. “Are you even supposed to be here?”

“No,” he responds, glancing around. “I should probably leave soon. But I want one dance with my favorite girl.”

You frown, studying the damage done to his face. You reach out. Your fingertips are gentle as they skate over his injuries. “Is that from your dad?”

He nods, a distant look taking over his face. “Nothing new. Don’t concern yourself about it, okay?”

“I’m going to concern myself,” you say right before he spins you in another circle. He grins at you when you come back to him. “JJ, please talk to me.”

“Later tonight, okay?” He asks, and you nod once. “Great, okay.” He leans in and presses his lips to your cheek, nearly against the corner of your mouth. “You look beautiful tonight. I’m glad I got to my dance.”

You blush and watch him go before turning to see Kie making her way to you. A questioning look on her face. 

“Was that-?”

“Yep,” you confirm before turning back, and a frown immediately takes over when you see Rafe and his friends going after JJ. “Kie?”

“I see it.”

You start to go after them, but she catches your hand, pulling you back. 

“Wait, let me get my dad to help.”

“Okay,” you respond, and she leaves you to go find her parents, and you watch as JJ starts to get away from them. They follow him inside, and you exhale, turning to find Kie and Pope. You spot Pope and move through the clusters of people to him. Your hand is on his arm, and he looks up. “Rafe and the others are going after JJ.”

“What?” He asks, looking behind you towards the party. “I don’t see anything.”

“They chased him inside.”

He surveys the deck and back of the Island Club, before pointing off to the side. “There is a security guy right there. Can he help?”

“I got it,” you rush out before gathering your skirt and hurrying over to the security guard. You explain, and he nods before going inside without a word, already noticing the commotion coming from the area around the inside bar. You return to Pope’s side and wait, eyes searching the party for any sign of JJ, Kie, or Rafe. 

It does not take long before the security guard is shoving JJ out onto the deck. You watch, fingers finding Pope’s arm and squeezing as you crane to see what is happening. JJ struggles with him, and you spot Kie nearby as she moves forward to claim him as a guest despite her parents' wishes. 

JJ shoves the security guard and moves closer to you. “Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie!” He says, pointing at her. He looks over his shoulder at Pope and you. “Pope. Sweetheart. You as well, all right?” He flashes a dimpled smile at you. “Rixon’s Cove. Let’s roll.”

You move towards him, ignoring the hushed whispers of alarm from other guests. You are a pogue, and you would choose JJ over their classist bullshit always. 

“All right,” he grins once he sees you coming. “Kie, come on!” He looks back towards the deck where she still is. He reaches up wrapping his hand around his wrist. “Workers of the world unite. Throw off your chains!” 

You laugh and look back at Pope, and then at Kie, she leaves her parents behind and heads your way. You notice Rafe standing there, smirking until his gaze finds yours. The smirk is wiped away, and he shakes his head, telling you not to go, but you already crossing the rest of the way to JJ. After turning back to JJ, you spot John B standing just behind him. 

“John B!” A wide grin breaks out on your face.

“Hey, Gorgeous!” He grins, hugging you after saluting JJ. You laugh, leaning into his side. Pope abandons his dad and moves forward to hug John B as Kie comes jogging after the group. She hugs John B next, spinning in a circle and nearly coming off her feet before clasping Pope’s hand.

“We got the hottest girls in the OBX,” JJ speaks loudly, blue eyes raking over you as he pulls you against him. You all head towards the HSM that is waiting nearby. You blush, hand finding his.  

[rafescurtainbangz]

I'm just a girl 💕

[atlabeth]

turn back the clock - rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you days before your best friend's wedding. you're dreading having to face it alone, but when some behind-the-scenes tampering by the bride brings you back into contact with your high school crush, more comes to light than you could've ever imagined.

a/n: thank you to ri for helping me decide which current wip to finish and this post i saw on ig for inspiring it in the first place. i love second chance romance so much and the obx3 trailer made me wanna start writing for rafe again so here we are lmao.

this has been in google drive hell since august and i finished the rest of it all in one go at midnight when i was supposed to be doing homework. so i hope you enjoy

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): small bit of angst at the beginning but basically all fluff, like toothrotting. also reader was a college track athlete but nothing else about her is described

(no i will not stop using this gif of him in the blue suit<333)

You didn’t really wanna have to make this call. Instead, you just wanted to stew in your own misery, watch some sappy rom-coms that make you feel even worse about what happened, and maybe go out and buy a couple pints of ice cream. 

But the day wasn’t supposed to be about you. And you owed it to Elizabeth to at least explain why you might be in a vaguely shitty mood at her wedding.

Honestly, though—you should have expected this. 

“He what?” 

“Liz—” you started, but you knew once she got going there was no bringing her down until she was done. 

“He broke up with you?” 

“Yes,” you said, and you clenched your free hand in a fist to keep from choking up. He didn’t deserve any of your time, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t hurting. It didn’t mean tears didn’t well up every time you thought about him. “He just sprung it on me out of nowhere last night. I thought we were doing pretty well, but,” you let out a watery laugh, “I guess not.” 

“I can’t believe him,” she seethed. “I told you not to trust guys with J names, and Jason is like, the biggest offender! I told you the moment we met him at that frat party he was bad news—” 

“You don’t need to go on a rant!” you interrupted with a laugh. “I already know how much of a jerk he is— well, I might’ve just had my eyes opened to it, but I know. I just wanted to tell you that I’m… going through some stuff, I guess, in case I seem off during all the planning. But that’s all—you have to promise me that none of the focus is gonna be on me, because this is your day.” 

“...Okay,” she said after some hesitation, “but you can still rant to me whenever you want. Just because you’re one of my bridesmaids doesn’t mean all you have to talk about is the wedding.” 

“How can I not talk about the wedding all the time?” you exclaimed. “Lizzie, I’ve been involved in so much of the process with you that it’s basically all I can think about. This is the most excited I’ve been for anything ever.” 

“Didn’t your brother get married last year?” she said. 

“You know what I mean,” you chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married, and to Nate, too. It feels like it was just yesterday that you were telling me about the cute boy in your trig class, and six years later and you’re marrying him in a week.” 

You could hear the smile in your words. “It really does feel like yesterday, huh? I remember going on and on about how much I liked him after that group project we got stuck together for—y’know, your encouragement was the only reason I ended up asking him out.” 

“Then I’m glad I kept bothering you,” you said with a smile of your own. “You guys are so great together.” 

“I just wish you would’ve taken my—” Liz suddenly stopped talking on the other end, and you frowned a bit. 

“What?” 

“...Nothing,” she said very suspiciously after a pause. “I, uh— I just remembered there’s something I need to do. Wedding related. I’ll talk to you later?” 

“Yeah—” you said, but she had already hung up. You chuckled and shook your head as you set your phone down. 

You didn’t really know what that was about, but you were looking forward to the wedding—it didn’t matter that you were suddenly single. 

You and Liz had been best friends since you were put next to each other in the seating chart in sixth grade science—and even though she went to NC A&T and you were all the way at San Diego State, you talked basically every day for all four years of college. Sometimes you even made the flights to see each other, and it was worth every single dollar. 

It made you feel a lot better, knowing she had your back (and knowing that she had likely already blacklisted Jason from the guestlist made you feel pretty good too). 

What you didn’t know, though, was that what she was doing at that moment would make the wedding night a whole lot more interesting for you. 

And it all had to do with one Rafe Cameron from high school. 

-

The air was thick with a thousand different perfumes and the stiffness of hairspray along with a whole lot of anxiety as a result of the eight bridesmaids who inhabited the room trying to make sure they looked their best before the procession started in T-10 minutes. 

You were, of course, stressed as well. It was like everything that was fine for the months leading up to the wedding had suddenly decided to go wrong just to spite you. You’d forgotten to take a tag off of your dress and it was digging into a very particular spot of your back, your hair was not cooperating—Ariel and India and Natasha might have said that you looked beautiful, but it was just not working with you—and you were about to run out of your favorite mascara. All small things, but they were beginning to add up. 

And to add to your stress, your phone started to go off. When you opened it, you saw it was a text from Lizzie. 

girl I am so sorry to ask you this I know we’re so close to the start 

but Ayana just told me that she left my bouquet on the table in the sideroom of room 139, she forgot to take them out of the vase! 

sisters aren’t even on top of things when they’re your maid of honor apparently 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 

you’re the closest to the room and the only other person I can trust rn because Im going slightly wedding crazy, can you please get it??? I will love you more than my future husband and you will have my eternal gratitude 

using my track past against me i see 

you are pushing it babe 

I know 

help me obi-wan kenobi you’re my only hope 

lol 

dw I got this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

You are my savior and all your drinks are on me next time we go out 

You sighed and shook your head, slipping your heels off in favor of the flats you came here in. The last thing you needed was to break an ankle before the procession. 

“I’ll be back!” you announced to the rest of the bridesmaids—though you weren’t sure any of them heard you in the havoc—before you ran out of the room. You were thankful this dress had a slit. 

It took a minute for you to get there, makeup and hair still intact, but when you did you didn’t see a vase. You huffed a sigh and got to work going through everything. The actual last thing you needed was for Liz to not have her bouquet as she walked down the aisle. 

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there was another person in here.” 

You turned around from your crouched spot on the floor at the voice, and you nearly toppled over when you saw who it was. 

“Rafe?” you marveled. Though it was posed as a question, there was no doubt about it. You’d only thought about him basically every day for all of high school. 

He said your name with the same surprise, his eyes widening slightly at the same time as he stared at you for a moment too long. You swore his eyes went up and down, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks, when he blinked and shook his head. A wide smile spread across his lips in its place, and it did the same sort of thing to you that it did in high school. You weren’t immune to a Rafe Cameron grin as a freshman, and apparently you weren’t as a college graduate either. “What are you doing here?” 

“Trying to find Lizzie’s bouquet ten minutes before the wedding,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing here?” 

“Uh, Topper left his pocket square in here, apparently,” he said. “We drove here together, and he’s the best man so he’s scrambling all over the place, and—” Rafe paused and he breathed a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the same way they did in high school. “You get the idea.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I had no idea you were gonna be at the wedding. I—” you chuckled and shook your head. “I guess I forgot that you and Nate went to UNC together.” 

“Yeah.” Rafe laughed again, though it was a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “It’s uh— it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, though. What, the last time we actually had a conversation was—” 

“That one party at UNC,” you supplied, and you stood up, leaning against the countertop. “The one that Liz dragged me to when I came to visit her for spring break sophomore year. We saw each other there.” 

“...Yeah,” Rafe repeated, and his smile softened. “Yeah, it was then. I didn’t know you remembered that.” 

“‘Course I did,” you said. “I mean, the last time before that was the huge party you, Kelce, and Topper all threw in the last week of summer. Before we all went our separate ways.” 

“Oh, that was…” he laughed as he bowed his head a bit. “That was something. Uh, it should be a rule pre-college boys should not be allowed to be around that much alcohol without supervision. I’m surprised no one died that night.” 

You grinned as the memory of it all came back. It was hard to believe that it was one of the last times you saw Rafe. That it was the last time you saw Rafe for two whole years, and the next time you got even the slightest glimpse of him was a minute long conversation with your very drunk self before you were dragged out by your one sober friend. 

Seeing Rafe was the only thing you remembered from that night.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you said, your voice a bit softer. “College really did something to us, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said, and his smile faded the slightest bit. “Being on separate coasts’ll do that to you.” 

Your expression softened, and you were about to say something when your phone buzzed in your hand. Panic jolted through you for just a moment before you read what the texts said. 

just kidding lol. It turns out that Alicia got the flowers when she was picking up the drinks from there for the reception

crisis averted!! 

I’ll still cover your drinks though since I prob gave you a mini heart attack and Im very sorry about that 

“Huh,” you said, and you glanced back up at Rafe. “Looks like I was sent on a mission for flowers that weren’t even here.” 

“Elizabeth’s probably all over the place,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been kinda stressed out and I’m not even part of the wedding party. Bridal nerves have gotta be a lot worse.” But then Rafe paused and took his phone out of his pocket, and his brow creased. 

“What’s got you lookin’ like that?” you asked. 

“Huh,” he said. “Topper actually just had his pocket square in his… other pocket. So I guess I was here for nothing then, too.” 

A laugh bubbled out at that. “We’ve got some very organized friends today, huh?” 

“Seems so,” he agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad he misplaced it.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, and he shrugged. “I got to see you.” 

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at an astronomical rate, and you had never been more thankful for your phone to buzz. 

But seriously you gotta finish getting ready we have like five minutes left before the organ starts playing 

liz if this was not your day i would be so mad at you

please. you can never be mad at me 

“I gotta go before I single handedly ruin this whole procession,” you joked, and you went past the entrance and Rafe. But just as you got a few steps away, you turned around and smiled. “I’m also glad that Liz sent me here.” 

Rafe chuckled, smiling inwardly as you hurried away. You didn’t know it, but his eyes didn’t leave you for a second. 

-

The wedding ceremony went fabulously. 

You got back in time and finished getting ready—for some reason, you felt a lot more confident in your appearance—and walked down the aisle arm in arm with a very lovely groomsman before taking your place at the front of the bridesmaid line. 

You cried. A lot. 

When you saw Liz walking down the aisle, when you looked up at Nate and saw the way he gazed at her with all the stars in his eyes, when her father gave her away, when they said their vows, when they kissed, when they walked off—you were a mess basically the entire time. Thank god for waterproof mascara. 

And then when you sat with the bridesmaids for the Liz and Nate's first dance and the parent dances, you cried again. And when Ayana gave her Maid of Honor speech and Topper gave his Best Man speech—you were like a waterfall. A complete mess, but a very happy one at that. 

But you managed to stop by the bathroom and fix yourself up in record time before you all went off to your normal seating charts, and god, you had never been more glad to have done so when you walked in and saw who was at your table. 

Liz either knew everything or nothing, because this... this was really something. 

“So we meet again,” Rafe said, another easy smile appearing as he turned to look at you. “Looks like this wedding is trying to make up for all the years we missed.” 

You chuckled and took your seat next to him. “Guess so. It’s not an easy feat, though.” 

“Six years was a long time,” he said. 

“Didn’t really help that my parents sold our house in the OBX after I graduated,” you said dryly. “I missed all those Rafe Cameron summers during college.” 

“‘Rafe Cameron summer’?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize there was a word for it.” 

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I graduated with an English minor. It allows me to make up phrases whenever I want.” 

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “I guess my… finance concentration means I control the stock market?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. It obviously means you’re the head of the treasury. Keep up, Rafe.” 

“My bad.” He held up his hands with mock austerity. “Our time apart is the reason for such a ridiculous mistake.” 

You smiled, but it sobered a bit and you bit your lip. “On a serious note,” you said, “I’m… I’m really sorry.” 

Rafe frowned. “For what?” 

“For that time apart,” you said. “I came back to North Carolina more than a few times to visit Liz and some other friends, but I never came to see you. We were— we were good friends, Rafe, and I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that all because I was at a different college.” 

Somehow, his brow furrowed even deeper. “What? You can’t possibly be blaming yourself for this—people grow apart in distance. That… that just happened to us. I mean, you were in California and I was in Chapel Hill. That’s crazy distance.” 

“I still came back, though,” you said. “Just… never for you.” 

“...I didn’t expect you to,” Rafe said, looking right in your eyes. “No matter how much…” 

“What?” you asked after he trailed off. 

Rafe sighed, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked back at you. “Do you wanna dance?” 

“What?” you repeated, mostly because you couldn’t believe it. 

“Dance with me.” He stood up and offered a hand, passing a glance at the dance floor. All of the official dances had been done already so it was open to anybody, including you and your high school crush. 

“Okay,” you said with an almost breathless laugh, and you really felt like your freshman self again the way butterflies fluttered in your chest as you took his hand and walked over to an open spot. 

You and Rafe fell into an easy rhythm, like you’d been doing this all your lives, and it didn’t take too long for your conversation to follow. 

“So what did you get up to in all those years at SD State?” he asked. “All I really know about your college career is what I’ve gotten from Instagram and your parents’ Facebooks.” 

You laughed a bit. “Regular college stuff, I guess. I did track all four years and I won some awards, which was pretty cool. Went to a lot of parties, got drunk a lot, swore off drinking a lot, studied until I thought my eyes were going to fall out, then graduated with a chemistry degree. I’ve been working as a technician in a lab for the company I interned with for the past two years.” 

Rafe whistled. “‘Regular college stuff’, she says, as she describes an insane balancing act between student athlete life, partying, and schoolwork, and still being able to graduate with a STEM degree.” 

“You’re such a flatterer,” you admonished, but there was no real bite in your words. “That’s one thing that’s never changed.” 

“It’s easy to flatter a woman like you,” he said. “I mean, you’re out there changing the world. I feel like I’m not even worthy to stand in your presence.” 

You chuckled as Rafe spun you, and as your hands joined once again you offered a coy smile. 

“You know,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence with his words, “I had the biggest crush on you in high school.” 

Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it up with a well placed smile of his own. “Really?” he marveled, and he said your first and last name, “you had a crush on me?” 

“Yep,” you nodded. “And she had it bad. If freshman year me could see this, she would be losing her mind.” 

Rafe laughed, and it spurned butterflies in your chest yet again—they were the same kind you’d felt whenever you talked to him back then, trying to catch whatever moments you could between your busy schedule and his own responsibilities. You were too scared to admit your feelings, but you enjoyed spending time with him nonetheless. 

If there was one thing this was proving, though, it was that your feelings definitely weren’t as settled as you thought. 

“Well, you know,” he said thoughtfully, echoing your previous words as he brought you back to the present, “I had a pretty big crush on you in high school too.” 

That completely threw you off your rhythm. So much so that you stumbled, totally missing your next steps—if it weren’t for Rafe catching you, you would’ve face planted. 

“Are you good?” Rafe asked, concerned. 

“You had a crush on me?” you asked instead. 

He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair before you fell back into your rhythm together—he had let it grow out some, you realized, and it looked infinitely better all ruffled and mussed up than styled. 

“Yeah,” he said. His smile wasn’t as confident as it always was, a boyish charm mingling with unusual shyness. “It, uh— it kinda snuck up on me. I didn’t really know how big of a crush it was until I was at your signing ceremony. Like, right after you signed the contract was when I realized I had it bad.” 

“My signing ceremony?” you marveled, and you shook your head in disbelief. “You really have great timing, Rafe. Couldn’t have realized a couple years earlier when we were still in the same place?” 

Rafe laughed softly. “Yeah. I really do. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I mean, I was staying in the OBX for Chapel Hill, and you were taking the opportunity of a lifetime to run track in San Diego. I wasn’t gonna take your mind off of that because some hometown guy had a crush on you.”

“Some hometown guy,” you repeated, and it was your turn to laugh. “You thought that little of yourself?” 

“It’s true,” he shrugged. “I was just a friend that fell for you. I mean,” he gave you a crooked smile, “not that it was hard to fall for you. Pretty sure I was one of ten guys who wanted to ask you to prom senior year.” 

“Okay, that is not true at all,” you said, but you were stumbling over yourself just as quickly. He wanted to ask you to prom senior year? When the one thing that you thought about whenever you looked at him that spring was dancing with him at prom? “Grant Millwood was the only one that asked me.”

Rafe nodded with a laugh. “That was because he threatened everyone that he knew had a crush on you to make sure he would get to go with you.”

“And then he ditched me halfway through the night because he got too drunk to function off the alcohol he smuggled in himself,” you said dryly. “Yeah, he was a great date.”

“High school was the best,” Rafe said with mock austerity, “wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I miss the kook academy every single day.”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to ask me to prom senior year,” you said, shaking your head. “Rafe, how did I not even know? Why didn’t you do it?” 

“And let you miss your chance with Grant Millwood?” Rafe over exaggerated his scoff. “Please.” 

A laugh spilled out as a smile shone through. “You would’ve saved high school me a lot of angst if you told her you had a crush on her, y’know. Then I wouldn’t have had to spend four years pining in high school.” And four more in college, and two more postgrad. 

(God, you wish he had told you sooner. You would’ve blown all of your money on tickets to North Carolina if you had even the slightest inkling your eternal feelings weren’t eternally hopeless.) 

“Goes both ways,” he said, tacking on your last name. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you had it?” 

“Because I thought that there was no chance in Hell that Rafe Cameron would ever share my feelings?” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Rafe—you know who you are, who you were. You say a couple guys wanted to ask me to prom—every girl wanted to date you. I didn’t stand a chance.” 

“And yet you did,” Rafe said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head. “Y’know, if I could turn back the clock, I would’ve done so many things differently.” Rafe smiled boyishly. “I would’ve mustered the nerve to ask you to prom before Grant even got the chance. And I definitely would’ve asked you out instead of liking you in private.” 

You smiled and shrugged. He liked you then when you thought there was no chance—why not now, when you also thought there was no chance? 

“Who says you have to turn back the clock?” 

Rafe’s own grin grew immediately, and he pulled you off to the side of the dance floor. He held your hands in his own, the cool metal of his signet ring at odds with the rough calluses on his palms brushing against your skin. 

He said your name with such earnesty you felt like you could melt, and when you gazed into his eyes, you nearly did. “I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in every single way. I can’t believe that it took me meeting you by chance at a wedding for me to do this, but I’d like to fix a mistake I made five years ago by never doing this. Can I take you on a date?” 

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, and it was a physical effort to contain the joy nearly bursting out of you, “I would love that more than anything.” 

He grinned. “Great.” 

And then he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in for the best kiss of your life, one that you immediately fell into with all the vigor of six years spent longing. 

When he pulled away, leaving you completely breathless with widened eyes and bruised lips, his sultry whisper nearly took you out. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” 

You only had eyes for Rafe as you pulled him back into a heated kiss, pulling him by the cuffs of his baby blue suit. The only thing that got you away from him was the need for air.

"Me too," you murmured.

(And in the background, you were far too dazed to hear Liz’s victorious cheer.)

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[eternalbuckley]

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characters: rafe, jj, sarah

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RAFE CAMERON

› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.

› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.

› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.

› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]

› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.

› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.

JJ MAYBANK

› enemie!jj breeding you.

› jj fingering you.

› jj licking your nipples.

› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.

› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.

› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.

SARAH CAMERON

› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.

› fucking sarah with a strap on.

› eating sarah out after a party.

› dom!sarah not letting you cum.

› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.

› using a vibrator on sub!sarah. [a small whip is used a few times for spanking as well]

[devinedoll]

i saw smth about beautiful dainty light hearted girls with their pet frat boys (their boyfriends) and it is just sooooo rafe and reader. if the idea was a person i’d fuck it.

oh my god oh my god oh my god ur speaking my language!! credit to @princessbrunette for creating frat!rafe (my beloved)

frat!rafe x innocent reader headcannons

- frat!rafe who loves parading you around parties, a pretty little thing on his arm. he gets many jealous glares and nods of approval. people are always astounded by the sheer juxtaposition of how perverted and arrogant the boy was, and how sweet and charismatic you were.

- frat!rafe who loves the summer because of your sweet little sundresses. he’s obsessed with the way they squish your tits and flow around your ass, the perfect length for him to sneak his hand in and squeeze affectionately.

- frat!rafe who loves when you tutor him, bringing you up into his messy room in the shared house, listening to your soft voice explain a complicated concept. he loves eating you out up here, listening to you trail off as you succumb to pleasure.

- frat!rafe who lets you drink with him, loving you all tipsy and pliant, barely clothed and all his. his favorite is when you get to the point where you’re no longer bothered by pda, pushing your plush tits into him and pawing at him to take you upstairs. the look he shares with his frat boys at your desperation would usually disgust you, but you’re too needy and drunk to notice. blindly following him through the house, hand-in-hand.

- frat!rafe who fucks you loudly in your dorm room, not caring about how thin the walls were and how red your face would be when you exit your pleasure induced haze, “yeah that’s real good kid, let em hear ya” and you’re whining and nodding, so fucked out that you just go with what he says.

- frat!rafe who loves when you need him. whether that be fixing a light, carrying something heavy, building furniture. he wants you to rely on him, he needs to be needed.

- frat!rafe who kisses you soooo sloppy in public no matter how much you complain. you love it, you really do, but the excess saliva and the visible tongue make your cheeks flush—the blonde boy chiding at you, “s’okay baby, everyone knows we’re together, nothin’ to be embarrassed about yeah?”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

a bet's a bet

rafe participates in no nut november

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female masturbation (with toys), p in v sex, unprotected sex

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nov. 1

“this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.” you cross your arms over your chest, but your boyfriend doesn’t give in, remaining steadfast.

“i already agreed to the bet, baby. you can’t change my mind.” rafe simply says, focusing on looking out the window instead of at you, avoiding your glare.

“i have needs too rafe! i can’t believe you’d agree to this without talking to me first.” you stand up from the couch, tired of this conversation. you grab your laptop and head up to your shared bedroom.

if rafe was going to make a stupid bet to not cum for the entire month of november, then you are at least going to repurchase a vibrator and dildo that rafe threw away when you first started dating, claiming you’d never need them again.

you pay for rush shipping and use rafes credit card, because fuck him.

nov. 3

“come on, just eat my pussy.” you groan, legs spread wide open on the bed, trying to convince rafe to pleasure you, but he just shakes his head no.

“baby, if i eat you out, i’m going to fuck you too. i can’t cum and break the bet, it’s only november 3rd. it’s been three days, we can do this.”

you close your legs as rafe lays down in bed next to you. you shouldn’t even be particularly needy yet. it’s not like you haven’t gone this amount of time before without having sex, but knowing you can’t have him is torture. 

you can’t imagine a world without rafes cock, you’ve gotten so used to being stretched out by him on the regular that an entire month without is giving you withdrawal symptoms, increasing your horniness to unbearable levels.

nov. 5

look what just arrived. you attach a picture of your opened package, pink dildo and vibrator sat inside the box.

rafe reads the message but doesn’t deem you a reply, too busy doing whatever with barry. you honestly doesn’t care as you cunt pulses, needing to feel something inside of it, knowing it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as rafes cock, but it will do. for now.

you strip yourself free of clothing and lay down on the bed, not even needing to go into the hidden album on your phone of nudes rafe has sent you, or when he snatched your phone off the nightstand and videoed you getting fucked, you simply imagine rafe being there, being the one touching you.

you send snaps to rafe, hoping to entice him into coming home and giving you his cock, but when you send him a video of you coming on the dildo, he simply replies with good try princess.

nov. 6

“aren’t you jealous of my dildo?” you ask, purposely leaving it out on the bed, but rafe doesn’t say a word as he lays down for the night.

“of course i am. this is hell for me too, y/n, but a bet is bet.”

nov. 7

“they won’t even know. just fuck me, i need it.” you whine, rocking against the seat that you’re sat on, not even caring that you’re out on rafes boat, and anyone could see you, not when he’s shirtless, muscles gleaming in the sun, a slight sweat sheening his skin from the high temperature.

“i can’t lie, princess. besides, they’ll know.”

“please, i’m desperate.” you beg, sliding off the stool to sit next to rafe on the captains bench as he effortlessly steers the boat towards deeper water.

“sorry baby.” rafe just tsks.

“can we make out at least? you’ve barely kissed me at all this month.” it’s true, in an effort to keep himself from growing a boner and losing self control, rafe has kept all of your kisses brief.

“fine, but keep your hands away.” rafe says, also missing your lips against his.

you were hoping you could press your body against his, at least get some relief, but rafe does make you keep your distance as your lips glide over his.

nov. 9

“i think this counts as girlfriend cruelty.” you cross your arms over your chest after another unsuccessful attempt at begging rafe to fuck you.

“i’ll make it up with a shopping spree.” rafe offers, and it’s not as good as his dick, but you still agree to it.

nov. 10

“does it feel as good as me?” rafe whispers in your ear, resisting the urge to reach down and help you out as you’re sat on the bed, fucking yourself with your new dildo as he tries to ignore the pulsating erection, forcing himself to think about things that turn him off, even as you’re laid out masturbating in front of him.

“fuck no it doesn’t.” you grunt, desperate for an orgasm even though you hate doing it solo, especially when rafe is right there, able to help. “which is why you should give up on this stupid bet and fuck me. need your cock, baby, i miss it.” “sorry.” rafe kisses your cheek, but still watches you in fascination as you cum.

nov. 12

“miss you.” you tell rafe, snuggling into his side as his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you tight to his body as you cuddle, having just enjoyed a lazy day together.

“miss you too baby.” rafe kisses the top of your head, letting his hands touch your, rub over your back, but never venturing into dangerous territory.

“want you so bad.” you complain. you don’t mean to ruin the sweet moment, but you really are beyond desperate for rafe.

“18 more days, we can do it.” rafe says, but you’re really not sure that you can.

nov. 13

“maybe i’ll go sleep with topper.” you say, hands on your hips, finally getting rafes attention as his head snaps up.

“fuck you will not.” he grunts.

“well, this bet is between you topper and kelce, right? maybe i’ll just go make them cum and then you can finally fuck me. i would also get some new dick out of it.” “you’re being a brat.” rafe says, knowing they’re idle threats, there’s no way you’d ever cheat on rafe, you just want to get him to break.

“well what are you going to do?” you taunt. “it’s not like you can punish me.”

rafe just smirks.

nov. 15

“what are you working on?” you ask rafe, placing your hands on his shoulders as he types away on his laptop. you bend down and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hums about whatever project he’s doing. you rub your hands over his shoulders, mumbling something about tension and working too much.

you let your hands move forward against his chest, and then lower and lower, until rafe is pushing your hand away from his crotch.

“come on, please.” you pout.

“you’re halfway there, baby. we can do this. a little bit longer and i’ll make you cum every day in december.” “multiple times a day, i think i’ve earned it.” you argue back.

nov. 16

you’ve had it. you’re sitting watching rafe work out, pussy dripping into you’re underwear, and you’re done with the games and the stupid bet, you’re getting your boyfriend to fuck you today.

you leave the home gym, rafe asking you where you’re going as he lifts the weight, but you ignore him. you head into your bedroom, changing into rafes favorite pair of lingerie and a tall pair of heels that still don’t cause you to reach his height.

you walk back down the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you reenter the gym.

“fuck, baby, don’t do this to me.” rafe drops his head into his hands, physically unable to look at you.

“no. fuck this bet. it’s so stupid, rafe, i’m about to explode. i need you to fuck me. i don’t care what you lose.” “fine.” rafe says, and you think you misheard him at first.

“what?” you question.

“get the fuck over here before i change my mind, god i need you.” rafe stands, meeting you halfway as your bodies clash, lips pressed hard against each others as you paw at rafes clothes, needing to see him in all his naked glory.

you don’t even care that he’s sweaty from the gym, or that he’s lowering you onto the tiled floor instead of your bed. you’re not going to take the time to move even a foot.

“take your shorts off, fuck.” you groan, hands slipping as you try to push them down his hips. 

rafe pauses his assault on your mouth to push his shoulders and underwear down, his hard cock springing free, tip already leaking with his balls hanging heavy down, filled with need from going without an orgasm for so long.

you pull your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked cunt. all it took was rafe agreeing to have sex that you got a rush of wetness.

rafe doesn’t waste time fingering you to open you up. you’ve been consistent enough with your dildo that it doesn’t hurt at all as he slides in, his warmth pressing against your walls as rafe groans, eyes fluttering shut as he cums before he even gives you one thrust, spurting into your pussy.

it’s too quick for you, but you still moan, clit pulsing as you finally get your boyfriend inside of you again.

“fuck, forgot how fucking tight you are.” rafe moans, and despite just cumming, he begins to snap his hips again already, fucking the cum further into you.

you reach down with one hand to rub your clit, pulling your boobs out of your bra with the other, letting them bounce with every hard thrust rafe delivers, not going easy on you despite it being 16 full days since you last had him.

“never doing no nut november again.” rafe promises you, pressing your lips back together in a searing kiss as you wrap your free arm around his shoulder and pulling him into you, his chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.

“i love your cock so much.” you moan, knowing when this is over you are going right upstairs and throwing that dildo away again.

“cum for me baby.” rafe begs, already feeling a second orgasm build, somehow having more cum to give you.

“yes, rafe!” you shout, back arching up off the floor as you cum, rubbing your clit to completion as rafe finishes inside you again, the excess of cum spilling out even as he keeps himself deep inside of you.

rafe collapses on top of you, twisting to the side so all your weight isn’t on him. he flinches when his bare skin hits the floor. “fuck, it’s cold.”

“it’s tile, dummy.” you giggle, causing rafe to groan when your pussy tightens. “take me upstairs, please.” you press your lips to rafe.

“i need a little bit of a break, baby.” rafe says, and you can tell from the way his cock is steadily softening inside of you.

“nope, you can eat me out until you’re ready to go again. i absolutely deserve this.” rafe laughs softly, “okay, you do.”

nov. 17

“you didn’t tell me this is what you had to do if you lost!” you shout at rafe as he looks at himself in the mirror.

“would it have changed how crazy horny you were?” rafe asks.

“i mean- no.” you sigh. “but you could have told me! i probably could have made it 15 more days if you just fingered me or something!” “do you wanna do it for me or do i have to do it myself?” rafe asks, causing you to snatch the clippers out of his hand.

“i’ll do it.” you run the blade over his head, watching as the gorgeous blond strands of hair fall off your boyfriends head, having to buzz it because he couldn’t resist fucking you for an entire month.

[rafesmuse]

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— rafe cameron

sex with frat!rafe while he snaps your bf

neighbour!rafe fucking you in his hot tub

makeup sex with rafe

sub!rafe fucking himself between your legs

rafe fingering you after a stressful day

anal sex with frat!rafe while he snaps your bf

doggystyle with rafe while you’re gaming

dom!rafe spanking you

rough sex with enemy!rafe

frat!rafe fucking you at a party

dom!rafe punishing you after you flirt with jj

— jj maybank

jj getting distracted while gaming

jerking off ghostface!jj

sneaky sex with roommate!jj

overstimulating sub!jj

jj making you squirt during sex

anal sex with best friend!jj

riding fwb!jj while the pogues are downstairs

dom!jj spanking you after you misbehave

slow sex with jj in his room

jj overstimulating you while eating you out

picnic date with jj