#possessive!rafe

[drewstarkeyslut]

texts you’d get from rafe

[maybanksbabe]

Topper kind of pressuring Rafe into a threesome because of how much Rafe brags about reader. Rafe says yes because he feels he has something to prove. She obviously says yes just because Rafe asked her and wants to make him happy. But before Topper can even breath near reader rafe is kicking him out and promising reader they’ll NEVER do something like that

UGH YES! Fuck Topper for being an ass, the moment the three of you get to Rafe's room he's immediately taking Topper back downstairs and out the door, realising that it was a bad idea and he doesn't ever want to share you with anyone ever

[eraenaa]

Imgonnagetyouback

Inspired by the song "Imgonnagetyouback" by Taylor Swift

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup. 

Warnings: Possessiveness, Jealousy, ¡Kinda Biased Towards the Reader!, ¿Kinda Toxic Relationship?, Violence, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Fingering, Not Proofread 

Word Count: 3,826

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks since Rafe broke up with you, and only now did you begin to spiral. It was not as if it was your first breakup with him; you would admit you two had a handful of breakups during the duration of your relationship, especially when you consider that you two had been dating since middle school. But this instance was different; this was the first time that Rafe was the one to initiate the breakup. Before, it was always you who called it quits, and he would come to you on his knees, begging you to take him back. However, now, he was the one to leave, and a fortnight had already passed, and no word was heard from him, leading you to become inwardly frantic. 

“So this one’s official now, huh?” Sarah asked as you filed your nails, staring harshly at your phone, willing it to light up with a notification from your best friend’s brother. “The audacity he has to do this to me! Did I tell you how he broke up with me?” You asked, and Sarah said no, even though you had ranted to her the story at least twice. “We were just sitting here, watching a movie— we had not fought for at least a month, and then he just said, ‘Let’s break up,’ and fucking got up and left!” You groaned, remembering how you stayed up later that night waiting for Rafe because you did not believe his words and the ludicrous way he ended your relationship. “I hate him! I should smash up his bike to teach him a lesson. He’s so fucking immature!” You groaned and heard Sarah sigh, “I’ve told you that years before and hundreds of times after, but you just ignored my warnings.” You groaned once more and tightly shut your eyes. You feel Sarah go to where you sat, “What are you gonna do now?” She asked and you took in a deep breath. “I’m gonna get him back.” You stated, and from the side of your eye, you saw her expression grow confused. “What?”

“I’m gonna get him back,” You declared once more. “I’m gonna get him back then be the one to break up with him— a real break up this time. Like, totally over.” You say but that did not aid Sarah’s confusion. “He does not get to be the one with the final say. He does not get to be the one to end all of this.” You say. “No offense, Sarah, but I’m going to crush your brother’s heart.” You turn to her and watch her lips twitch. “Do you need help?” She asked, and that earned a genuine laugh from you after weeks of being stoic as you did not know if you should mourn your relationship or wait for Rafe to be standing with flowers at the other side of your door. “I’m gonna get him back so bad.” You say once more as your mind was already thinking of the ways to take your revenge. 

You played in the tennis court with Sarah, her already luring in Topper, and with Topper came your now ex, Rafe. They just came from a round of god, and you try your best not to grow distracted by his presence, you willed your stubborn heart not to admit that it had missed him. You bounced the tennis ball, waiting for Sarah to finish her conversation with Topper. You smirked to yourself as you felt eyes on your ass. Specifically wearing Rafe’s favorite tennis skirt of yours. Your mind conjured the memory of him almost drooling as he watched you step out of the fitting room, fashioning the tight, lilac skirt. Just like a moth to a flame, Rafe threaded towards your direction. 

“Hey,” He greeted; in his hand was a can of cold beer, and you urged your gaze not to be entranced by the veins on his rather attractive hand. There was just something about how he gripped things. “Hi,” you say, tilting your gaze upward and squinting your eyes as the sun is beaming down harshly. “How are you?” He asked, his voice holding an edge of tension and awkwardness. “Pretty good, we’re three, love,” You say and watch as his lips part as you intentionally use the nickname you used to call him in a phrasing that was completely ambiguous. It was exactly why you asked Sarah to lure them here to the tennis court, knowing it was the only appropriate setting where you could execute at least three parts of your plan to get him back. “Love?” He asked, his voice lower, and you nodded. “Yeah, love. Zero,” You say, your demeanor relaxed as if you were not at all affected that he ended your six-year relationship. 

You watch him wet his lips and take a chug of his beer. “About the uh… the— our break up,” He stuttered, and you gazed top at him innocently, “What about it?” You asked and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, your eyes catching the way the ball on his throat bobbed, his lips parting, and you could practically see his mind trying to form his words to address the situation. “That’s it?” He asked after a while, and you bit your lip, knowing he loved it when you did that action, convincing him that you, too, were trying to think of a response even though you already knew how the scene would play out. “Yeah, I suppose. I mean, ours was a middle-school romance; it has run its course.” You said and watch intently as how hurt flashes in his eyes before quickly covering it with cool detachment. “Why? Did you think this would end up in like a marriage or something?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, noting how Rafe’s jaw clenched. 

Every word you uttered was like a bullet into Rafe’s chest. He must admit he broke up with you for no particular reason other than just being petty. The sudden breakup was just a result of his pride being wounded. Topper and Kelce had reminded him of the times you broke up with him and him being quick to go down on his knees and beg for you back. His ego could just not stomach the way they called him a ‘simp’ and ‘fucking whipped’ that he made a rash and ill-thought judgment. He was waiting for you to contact him, a call, a text, even a fucking smoke signal, just anything as long as you did the first move first. But two weeks had flown by, and not a word came from you. Now, to hear you say that you’ve expected your relationship to end— that you were practically just counting the days before its demise presented Rafe with sorrow, regret, and, greatest of all, rage.  

“Did you think this would end up in like a marriage or something?” The sentence echoed through Rafe’s mind. What the fuck did you mean by that? He remembered all too well the times you gushed about your futures. About how your wedding ceremonies would play out. What dress you’d wear. Where your honeymoon would be. The number of kids you two would have. The house you two will live in. Every specific detail of your future was thought of and was embedded in his mind, and now here you go, disregarding all of those sacred plans. 

“Rafe?” You called as he stood before you unmovingly, but you could feel him seething internally. You stepped closer and placed your hand on his arm to get his attention. You bit your cheeks as you feel his skin grow riddled with gooseflesh, a reaction that only you could elicit from him. You stared into his eyes, intense blue orbs that were starting to think twice about his decision. “Hey asshole, get out of the court, we’re trynna play!” You hear Sarah scream from a distance, and you step back and steal away your touch from him but not your eyes, as you wanted him to get the message that there was no apprehension or sadness in you about his decision to end things. Rafe stomped over to the side, standing next to Topper, him obviously agitated and tense. You turned to Sarah, and a knowing smirk appeared on both of your lips as the laid-out plans were going well. You were so gonna get him back. 

After your round of tennis at the club, the group decided to go back to Tanneyhill. You made yourself comfortable at the estate that was practically a second home to you. “Hey, Wheez,” You greeted as you went to the kitchens to grab a bottle of water. “Oh, you’re back!” She cried, and you laughed as you were enveloped in a hug by Rafe and Sarah’s sister, who was practically yours, too. “I heard about the breakup,” she whispered as she parted, but her hushed voice was moot as her older brother still heard her words. You were not quite sure what to say, but luckily, Wheezie spoke once more. “I mean, it’s not like it was unexpected, but still! I can’t believe you ended it; you were supposed to be my sister!” She exclaimed, devastated. 

“She didn’t end it,” Sarah came, and you watched as Wheezie abruptly turned to her brother, who stood next to Topper, who was hindering from laughing. “You idiot! You let her go?!” She exclaimed at Rafe, and you just stood there as Wheezie expressed her disbelief at her brother. “Shouldn’t you be out playing,” Rafe gritted as Wheezie’s reaction was only solidifying his regret. You bit your lip and perched yourself atop the counter as you watched the three Cameron siblings argue, Rafe trying to be rid of Wheezie and Sarah coming to their little sister’s defense. You turn to Topper, the two of you being a constant audience of this little family affair. 

In the end, Rafe, who was urging Wheezie to be the one to leave, was the one who stomped away. “Well, that went better than expected,” Sarah said. The three of you girls were left alone in the kitchen as Topper followed out his friend. “Still can’t believe that he was the one to break it off,” Wheezie said. You simply shrugged, “That’s why I’m trying to get him back,” You say. “So I can be the one to really end it.” 

“Wait, so, if you two aren’t dating anymore, who are you going to take to Midsummers?” Wheezie asked. And you feel your lips part as that did not even cross your mind. You and Rafe had always gone to Midsummers together. The event connected to many memories and many firsts for the two of you. “I guess no one,” You say. “But what if he takes someone else?” Wheezie asked, and you turned to Sarah. “We need to find you a date,” She quickly said, and you nodded. “Wait— but aren’t you trying to get him back to get back at him? If you bring a date, wouldn’t that like piss Rafe off more?” Wheezie asked as you three headed towards Sarah’s bedroom. “Exactly. Haven’t you noticed Rafe likes things better when he can’t have them?” Sarah asked, and you nodded along, recalling the times Rafe’s determination to acquire things that were dangled before him but were just beyond reach. 

“So, who would you take to Midsummers?” Sarah asked, “That’s an easy enough problem to solve; what I need now is something to wear for the party later,” You say and watch Wheezie and Sarah frown. “You’re going to that? You hate house parties.” Sarah frowned. “I do. But Rafe is going and it’s important for him to see that this whole ordeal is not at all affecting me,” You explained. “What? You’re going to flirt with other boys?” Wheez asked, and you smirked, “Duh,” 

 Rafe watched steely eyes as you sauntered into the room, taking the drink some dude handed to you and flashing him with a smile that had always been meant for Rafe. His fist clenched around his cup, effectively crushing the red solo cup as he watched you entertain the guys he had always kept a distance from you. His heart throbbing in his chest and his rage consuming him as you let one of them lead you towards the dance floor. Letting him stand behind you and let your bodies be flushed— letting him take Rafe’s place. 

You gritted your teeth as Rafe made no move. He only stayed on his spot by the side with some girl from your school who had always been over him since he was in the third grade and you were in the second. But even then, even though you two were just children, you two had always been drawn to each other. You huffed as you felt the vile feeling rising in you as a random dude kept dancing against you, and Rafe made no move— at this point in time, you miss his violent jealousy that you used to frown upon. 

You feel your heart still as your eyes locked with his. The silent language between you had gone mute and was now forgotten. Your heart clenched as he did nothing, only turned away from you and draped his arm around the shoulders of another girl. You staggered back as his actions stunned you and stung your heart. “Wanna get out of here?” The guy behind you dipped down and whispered in your ear, tugging at your hand. Your lips parted as you looked between him and Rafe, you waited a moment, willing him to turn around, but he didn’t. Is it really over now? You swallowed thickly and squared your shoulders, turning to the guy you were dancing with. “Yeah, sure,” You say meekly, and he grinned, pulling you away from the crowd and towards the bonfire lit by the shore. 

Rafe felt appalled to have his arms around another girl, but he had these theatrics to get you back. He turned back his gaze to the dance floor, searching for your gaze and making sure that the guy you danced with did not step a foot beyond bounds. Rafe felt his heart fall out of his chest as he realized you were gone. He quickly removed his arm from the random girl beside him and searched for you. “Sarah, where is she? Did she go home? Tell me she went home alone.” Rafe asked as he saw Sarah with her boyfriend. “Who?” She asked, feigning innocence. “Don’t fucking play with me, where’s my fucking girlfriend?!” Rafe seethed, eyes franticly searching for you. “You don’t have a girlfriend, Rafe. You broke up with her, remember?” Sarah asked, enjoying the panic in her brother. Topper laughed beside her, and Rafe shook his head. “Fuck you two, you really do deserve each other,” Rafe gritted and headed towards the beach. 

Rafe thought he had already uncovered every level of anger within him, but he was wrong. Nothing would compare to the rage he felt when he saw the guy you were dancing with holding you by your arms, trying to keep you still as you pushed him away as he tried to kiss your lips that were meant for Rafe. “Get the fuck away from her!” Rafe charged toward the guy and landed his fist on the guy’s jaw. Your eyes widened as Rafe suddenly appeared. You just stood there in shock, watching Rafe let out his rage on a guy who finally deserved it. It took a moment before your mind registered the severity of what was now happening; a crowd appeared and circled as Rafe and the guy fought. None even made a move to hinder them. You looked around and saw Kelce and Topper by your right, urging them to get Rafe, who was not at all phased by the crows that suddenly appeared. “You fucking force yourself on her! Fucking cunt!” Rafe screamed as his punches never missed his target. He was not at all tired of beating the guy who dared touch you, his mind not registering anything around him except the rage he felt. 

You feel your heart drop as the distinct sound of a siren sounded out, the crowd that had gathered quickly dissolving, but the presence of authority did nothing to sedate and calm Rafe. He was relentless in punching the guy even though he was already on the brink of unconsciousness. “That’s enough! Go home!” The sheriff screamed, and two other officers pulled Rafe away from the bloodied and bruised body of the guy. “This was not supposed to happen,” You whisper to Sarah as they push Rafe against the cop car and handcuff his wrists. You found yourself being dropped off at the station to post bail and explain to the sheriff what had happened. “He was just defending me; that guy was forcing himself on me, and luckily, Rafe was there to stop him.” You explained and turned your gaze to Rafe, who was in holding, staring blankly at the wall, his jaw and fists still harshly clenched. “Well, he did more than stop him,” The sheriff muttered with a sigh. “He’s not pressing charges, so your little boyfriend’s free to go,” the sheriff added reluctantly. You nodded and quickly moved to go to Rafe, whose cell doors were being opened for him. 

Tense silence surrounded the both of you as you stepped out of the station, and it followed the both of you until you reached Tanneyhill. You turned to Rafe, lips parting to speak, but he cut you off by placing his lips upon yours and cupping your cheeks with both of his battered hands. You melted at his touch, finally relenting and admitting to yourself that you had greatly missed him. When you two parted, you stared deeply into his eyes, deciphering clearly the thoughts he always struggled to word out. “You still love me,” You breathed out and felt your stomach twist as he nodded his head. “Of course I do,” He answered and kissed your lips once more. You wrapped your arms around him, your fingers lightly scratching his skull, his buzzcut hair prickling and tickling your soft palms. You feel him grip your ass once more, the telltale sign that warned you where this would lead. And though you missed feeling your body tangled with Rafe’s, you still needed answers. You were still deciding if your best-laid plans should be set on fire, skeptical that all of this was just his sleight of hand. 

“Why’d you break up with me?” You asked, parting your lips. Watching as Rafe huffed and tried to kiss you again, but you turned away and urged him to answer. “I was being petty,” He mumbled, and you heard him groan as you frowned at him and removed your touch. “Baby, please,” He said as you stepped backward, your eyes narrowing at his words. “What?” You gritted. “Look, I’m sorry. It was a stupid decision. The guys were giving me shit about how you were always the one to call it off! I just… I wanted you to be the one to come to me and ask for me back…” Rafe trailed as he had no better word to explain his reasoning for breaking up with you. “You broke up with me because of your fucking pride!?” You almost screamed in anger. “I’m sorry, baby, please; I was so stupid.” Rafe sighed and tried to pull you to him; the big man he was had gone for the moment as his blue eyes pleaded with you. 

You took in a deep breath and your senses were consumed by the smell of him. Your ears rang with the sound of his voice begging for your forgiveness. Your skin tingled by his touch. You breathed heavily and shook your head. “You’re so immature,” You sighed and pulled him down by his shirt to kiss his lips. Rafe smirked against your lips and savored the taste of you that he had longed for. “Am I forgiven?” He panted as you two parted; you stayed silent for a moment. Gazing at his eyes that were alight with hope. “Depends on how many times you make me come tonight,” You whispered against his lips, watching as his blue orbs turned dark. You shrieked as he hoisted you up and made you wrap your legs around him, hurriedly bringing you back to his room just to show you how truly apologetic he was. 

You hummed in delight as Rafe sucked your tit, his other hand pinching the other bud. His body pushed you against the back of his bedroom door, and your hips moved to seek friction. “I missed you so much, baby,” Rafe groaned between the valley of your chest, biting and sucking your skin, leaving it red and most probably bruised. You bit your lip in anticipation as he tossed you on his bed. He watched you with a smirk as he removed his shirt, the moonlight illuminating his muscled body. “Like the view, my girl?” He asked and slowly crawled atop your body, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress, but he was slow to undo it. “Stop teasing, you’re still not forgiven,” You groaned as his hand was trailing the inside of your thigh. “Oh, right… I’m sorry, baby,” Rafe hummed once more and placed kisses on your neck as his hand cupped your cunt. His fingers draw circles on your cloth-covered nubbin, his lips peppering kisses on your neck. 

You bit harshly on your lip as you pushed your underwear aside and finally felt the wetness he had caused. “So wet… you wanted me back as badly as I wanted you, huh, baby?” He hummed and watched as your eyes rolled back as he abruptly inserted his two fingers inside you, curling the digits and taking your breath away. “Rafe— I need you now,” You cried as his thumb laid flat on your nubbin. “Whatever you want, baby,” Rafe hummed and obliged your pleas. Stealing away his fingers and replacing them with his length. “God, so fucking tight," He grunted as he thrust into you. You could no longer hold in your moans as he pounded into you, the tip of his cock perfectly aligned with the spot in you that made you see stars and spew out moans that you were certain would be heard by those in the hallways. But you could not find care as Rafe fucked you senseless and made you reach your peak in record time. 

You panted as you came down from your high. Your boyfriend is looking at you through his hazy, lust-filled eyes. “Am I forgiven?” He asked, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to lie on the bed and for you to be atop him. “Not yet.” 

[princessbrunette]

🩰💓🌸୭

ok i’m too possessive to actually want this fully but there’s part of me that fantasises abt ….

big bad rafe having tannyhill to himself for a while, n when he meets you and your cute lil friends at a party, he suggests you all come round the next weekend for just a big slumber party <3 and he pretends to be sooo innocent about it !! tells you all that he’s just soo tired of hanging out with guys all the time and that you girls seem super sweet ,, and you all hang onto his every word all giggly n excited <3 he keeps directing his attention towards you throughout the conversation, seeming to be his favourite, but no one seems to mind !

the day comes and you all spend the night cuddling up to rafe, climbing all over him, prancing around in tiny little pyjamas whilst he sits back and watches ….. he wakes up the next morning to hushed giggles, your friends gathered round as they ease u onto his lap, lowering yourself down to his sleepy face, his cock stirring beneath u !

“wanna play with you rafey…”

n your friends look all excited !! they wanna see their pretty lil innocent bestie get pounded out by the big bad rafe !!

🩰💓🌸୭

[crookedteethed]

WOC p. links | r.c.

Warnings: 18+ literally porn, that's it. that's the warning. 💕

Worshipping Rafe's cock on a sunday night

Rafe’s little rabbit

Taking backshots from Ghostface!Rafe

Getting his cum all in your braces

Rafe fucking JJ's girl and filming it on snap

Rafe <3 eating you out

Breeding season

Frat!Rafe taking you slow in his dorm

Crying over Rafe's cock

Rafe taking his anger out on your tight hole

Rafe turns you into an anal pro

Worshipping Rafe's balls

Making love on the side of the road

First time doing anal

[psychwxrdd]

i can't stop thinking about rafe being all head over heels for kook! reader and she doesn't give a damn about him and loves jj 😭 could be a dark rafe too omg

You.

(gif is not mine!)

🎀 - 18+, dark! rafe x kook! reader, jj x reader, stalker! rafe, possessive! rafe, obsessive! rafe (tbh i feel like it's all just normal rafe lmao) blackmail, gaslighting, gun use, smut, rafe is really unhinged, dub con. work and college are draining the life out of me so i didn't had time to see if there's any mistake :(( already apologizing for anything babes

rafe loses his shit when he finds out you're dating jj.

It wasn't fucking fair. A filthy pogue getting his way to your pants and your heart? When he tried to have you his whole life? He was furious.

Rafe's mind was a mess, thoughts racing, bad thoughts. He wanted to kill someone, take his anger out in any way... How could you do this to him?

You both knew each other since childhood, and Rafe is in love with you ever since. Some hook ups here and there, but nothing serious, just for one night stand. You were the one he always loved, always pictured when he had anyone else on his arms, he loved you so much it phisically hurted him. You were trully the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on, and that would never change. No one could compare to you in the slightest.

Of course, he wasn't the only one. As if it wasn't enough that you're just the most gorgeous girl to ever exist, you're also sweet, funny, kind, smart... Always being nice to everyone, making friends everywhere. You were even friends with the ones from the dirty side of the island. Who could ever resist you?

But Rafe was also so cocky, even with your constant polite rejections, he knew who he was. He thought you would eventually throw yourself on his arms, he had so many ideas in mind. He always thought that in the end, you would be his girl, and you would both be the kook king and queen, that he would work while you're his little sweet housewife, waiting for him with open arms (and legs) at home. He spent hours thinking about you, about how much he wanted to carry you on his arms, just hug and kiss you, hold your hands. He would die for a simple touch. He wanted to know about your thoughts, things you never told anyone before... He wanted you to be his princess, his doll, only his forever.

He was always showing up at your work - even being a kook and not needing the money, you wanted responsability. As kids, he would always follow you everywhere in school, and being the tough guy he always was, little rafe would be all other boys bully, if he saw they talking about you being their crush. Always rushing to pair up with you in class. Really clingy, but he always made you laugh. Rafe would always tell his parents and everyone that you would be his wife one day, but at the time, it was just cute.

As teenagers, he started to ask you out on dates, asking if you wanted to go to prom with him, or if you could kiss him as a "birthday gift". And thats when you first broke his heart with "I only see you as a friend." But Rafe wasn't one to give up easily.

Always doing everything to show you how no other boy could ever be better than him. He was from the richest family in Outer Banks, he could afford anything you wanted. He always gave you expensive gifts, anything you said you wanted, he would buy it. He wanted to impress you all the time, but it was meaningless to you. None of that could buy your heart, and that started to annoy you, but as you were always too nice to everyone and didn't knew how to say no or push people away, you simply was quiet about how uncomfortable that felt.

And now, as young adults, things only got worse. He was extremely pushy, or as he would say, proactive. Everyone knew better than to mess with him, it was no surprise that he was trouble, but as he grew up, he also grew to be more and more mentally ill.

Now, he just happened to find out you and JJ were officially together.

What a fucking slut. What a fucking ungrateful whore. He loved you first, you were his first! How could you love that stupid pogue instead? What does JJ have that he doesn't? He is way better, he could give you the world if you asked.

Rafe wouldn't take this shit, not now. He was tired of this. You were supposed to be his girl, that is how it will be, and now it no longer matter for him if you want it or not.

He sniffed the rest of the coke and went to his dirt bike, on his way to your house, not much far from his.

"Hey, Rafe" you said in a soft tone. His heart melted at the scene, he was mad, but boy does he love you. The minute you opened your door he could smell your sweet, heavenly scent. You looked just like an angel, he wanted nothing more than to just stare at you like a fool, a sight for sore eyes. But he had to do this.

"You fine?" Rafe asked, a cold tone.

"Yeah...Is everything ok? You need something?"

He sighed and looked down, licking his lips. You could see he was nervous. "Is anyone home?"

You frowned slightly at his question. Why did he wanted to know that?

"No, my parents are out for tonight."

As you were about to ask him why, he was quick to cover your mouth and drag you inside, shutting the door behind you. Your eyes were wide.

"Calm down, okay? I won-...i'm not gonna hurt you... okay?" He said, still manhandling you, while caressing your hair and placing it behind your ears. He gave your forehead a kiss.

"I have a problem, and i want to solve it tonight" he said closer to your ear, and he could see the fear in your eyes. That sight and being that close to you was enough to make him almost cum on his pants. "I don't think you wanna date that Maybank guy. He's gonna put you in trouble, and i don't wanna see you in dangerous...I love you too much for that, princess. I - i can't just watch you ruin your life and do nothing about it!"

Tears fell from your eyes. Rafe talking about someone else being troubled? That was a joke itself.

"And...I need you to know that" His own eyes were tearing up now "That i much rather kill myself than see you with him."

You froze at him. You tap his hands, trying to let him know that you wanted to say something, but he didn't cared.

He put his hands on his pocket, and you were now a crying mess. His gun were now so close to your body, closer than you would ever want to stand from a gun.

You started to scream his name beneath his hand and thats when he let go of your mouth. "Rafe, please, lets talk about it!" you sounded desperated.

"Talk about what, y/n? Huh? My whole life, i have fucking loved you my whole life, and now you wanna talk? Bullshit" He shouted, his face red from anger. But his eyes were still full of tears.

"I- i...Rafe, please...I can..." You were lost, completely, what you were supposed to do? Break up with the one you loved to avoid someone's death? And then dating him instead? This was so fucked up. You felt like you would faint at any second.

He pointed the gun to his head, and thats when you acted from pure despair.

Almost jumping against him and giving him a hard kiss. His eyes went wide, but it didn't took long for him to kiss you back, much harder. He almost moaned at the feeling. Something he wanted so bad, for so long. You.

The expression on his face was almost like he was having an orgasm. He held you tightly, so tight you thought he would break at least one bone. As horrible as the whole situation was, he was a good kisser, you hated that you even thought that. But it was true.

Maybe it was just a survival instinct, but the way he knew how to kiss and hold you really turned you on.

You broke the kiss, quickly, and held his face. "Please, put the gun on the floor, Rafe"

His eyes were shining... He wouldn't deny you anything now. He placed on the floor.

"I will break up with JJ...ok?" You said, your voice breaking at how much your own words hurted you. It was so sick, you loved him more than anything. You couldn't imagine your life without him. Would he ever forgive you? You were sure that he wouldn't.

More and more tears felt from your eyes, while Rafe was smilling hard like a kid. "You don't know how much i waited for this, doll. But i want to make sure you're really gonna do this."

You were rolling your eyes, moaning as loud as it was possible, while Rafe was fucking you hard in missionary. He was so deep inside you, you felt like cumming harder than ever. But you didn't really wanted this, tho your body was enjoying it a lot. Your heart felt broken.

"Hi babe, you ok?" JJ asked on the phone, and hearing his voice made you cry again. You were now a mix of crying and moans. "Whats going on sweetheart? You're crying? Whats it?"

Rafe held your phone with a sick smile on his face, he couldn't control his groans as he held your neck with other hand. Finally being able to fuck you after so long... You had to reward him. You had to let him cum inside you, fuck you for hours, use you for how long he wanted. For all the countless times he jerked off thinking about you, all the times he fucked someone else picturing you instead. This was fucking paradise for him. He was sure you would end this night either pregnant, or with your whole pink girly room full with his cum everywhere.

"What the fuck is this?" JJ yelled, and you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, so Rafe did instead.

"She is dumping your ass, pogue. She is mine now."

[orangesocksonmyeyes]

right side of my neck

bf!rafe cameron x gf!reader.

warnings: rafe cameron is a warning himself but depictions of anger issues, violence, grumpy x sunshine are also all included!!

rafe’s right hand rested on my thigh as his left one held the steering wheel. his grip on me was gentle, but the grip he had on the wheel made his already bruised knuckles turn white. i was worried it would cause them to bleed again. “rafe,” i said, gaining no response as he stared straight ahead at the road with a sharp expression on his face. i slid my hand on top of his that was on my thigh, interlocking our fingers. this seemed to catch his attention because he gave my hand a squeeze and glanced over at me.

his jaw unclenched. “sorry baby, what did you say?” he asked, his voice as calm as ever.

i knew that tone all too well. he was trying to keep me convinced that everything was fine, that he wasn’t angry anymore and that he definitely wasn’t going to do anything he shouldn’t. again.

the bruises on his knuckles always proved him otherwise.

“your knuckles,” i gestured with a nod, grazing my thumb across the back of his hand. “you’re gonna break the skin again.”

rafe sighed but loosened his grip on the wheel anyway. he gave me a glance once again. “don’t worry about me, how’s your cheek feel?”

oh right, i was hurt too. i instinctively raised a hand up to my face and winced as i grazed over the bruised area, the memories of what had happened flooding my head.

an hour earlier

the absence of rafe had already made the spot on the couch next to me colder, i wrapped my arms around myself in a hug. he had wandered off to find topper for reasons i wasn’t aware of, but he insisted i stay put. i assumed it was because he knew how much i hated parties. and crowds.

i was pulled from my thoughts when a weight sunk down in the seat next to me, close enough that our thighs were touching. i knew it wasn’t rafe without looking. my eyes trailed over to the man, who looked like an average frat guy. he had a scruffy face and a semi-lean frame. he smiled at me and i politely mumbled an “excuse me,” and scooted into the next open seat beside me. my heart dropped as he too, scooted down with me.

i cupped my clammy hands together, scanning the room for any familiar face. none. i didn’t want to run and risk the chance of him following me and catching me alone.

rafe will be back soon. i kept telling myself.

the man leaned a little closer, alcohol on his breath as he spoke. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing sittin’ here all alone?” he slurred out, throwing his arm across the back of the couch behind me. i leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees so i could lean as far away from his arm as possible.

he must’ve noticed my mannerisms because he frowned and let out a little grunt. “cmon, don’t be like that..” he traced a single finger across me shoulder and thats when i jerked away, slapping him in the face. it didn’t do much, except severely piss him off.

he hissed, gripping his cheek. “the fuck is your problem, bitch?” he yelled, gaining the attention of other party-goers as he stood and inched closer to my face. he shoved me by my shoulders to the floor, my face coming in contact with the table and opening a small gash on my cheek. i felt tears filling my eyes as the pain grew.

a couple people ran to my side and tended to me but not before gasping and jerking their heads back over to the man, causing me to do the same. rafe had the guy on the floor, straddling him as he switched from fist to fist, landing punches until blood could be seen literally pooling from the man’s mouth.

kelce and topper quickly appeared, immediately trying to pry rafe off the man. “rafe, let go!” topper pleaded, his expression frantic as he saw the man’s consciousness slowly start to fade. rafe eventually did, unwillingly of course. he harshly shrugged topper and kelce off of him as he stood, his chest heaving as he stared down at the guy. he dipped down, yanking the man’s head up by his collar so he could meet his eyes - though, i’m not sure if the man could even see him straight.

“i’ll fucking kill you, do you hear me? glance in her direction again.” he growled, dropping the guy’s collar, his head thumping as it hit the floor. he groaned in pain, turning to the side to cough up more blood.

rafe was beside me in seconds, the crowd immediately dispersing away from him after they had just witnessed what he was capable of. his hand cupped my uninjured cheek as he examined the other one. “you okay, baby?” he asked, stroking my hair and scanning my eyes for an answer.

i just nodded, a few stray tears slipping from my eyes. he sighed, pressing a kiss to my hair. “don’t cry,” he whispered against the strands.

present time

“does it hurt? keep pressure on it.” rafe insisted, his gaze on me more than the road at this point.

many ways that people assumed i was treated by rafe could never be more wrong. he was gentle, respectful, and extremely patient with me - despite how he was with others.

i held the warm rag close to my wound, fiddling anxiously with the holes of my jeans with my other hand. “rafe..” i said, continuing when he hummed in response. “you aren’t gonna.. do anything, right?” i asked, finally looking over at him. he was silent for a bit, which answered my question.

“i wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t deserved.” he said.

not the answer i wanted to hear.

i sighed, my eyes on the road as we turned on my street. rafe parked in front of my house and we both sat in silence. his eyes piercing through the side of my head.

“i don’t want you to do anything.” i finally said. “he got what he deserved, tonight. you can’t go back to jail, rafe. there’s no more warnings, you heard shoupe.” i looked at him. he was smirking.

that bastard snickered.

“you’re sweet,” he hummed, his hand reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. he leaned in, pecking my lips before pulling back to speak.

“i can easily get rid of shoupe too, baby.”

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srry if this seems rushed pls bare with me as this is my first public fic, usually i only write for myself and the voices in my head fr 😭

also keep in mind that i adjusted rafe’s personality (clearly) to fit a more romantic style 😏🙏

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this is for @iwasunderduress bc she has begged me to post my ideas FOREVER 😊

[erwinsvow]

when you and rafe start dating, his shirts all become a part of your wardrobe. short sleeve button ups are now beach cover ups and are worn buttoned up with your short skirts. long sleeve button ups replace cardigans and jackets, and are thrown over your dress or overalls at any and all times. an emergency shirt sits in the bottom of your bag incase you get cold. his plain white undershirts become your pajamas.

you’re basically never seen without some article of his clothing. one day he picks you up for dinner and you’re wearing a real hoodie because you’re cold and he’s like what is that. that’s not mine. and you wear his dress jacket for the rest of the night.

[stargrltara]

: ̗̀➛ dating rafe cameron .

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[drewstarkeyslut]

texts you’d get from rafe pt. ll

[jscameron]

You

warnings: implied drug use, implied sex, possessive rafe, domestic fighting, rafe x fem reader. maybe that’s it!

Let me know your thoughts! ❤️

you and rafe have been on and off for 2 years. every time he went on a binge, you would leave. he would hate it. you would fight, and then make up immediately.

it was the same, vicious cycle.

you wanted better, needed better, CRAVED better. but you also wanted him, and you knew he needed you.

“baby, i’m going to quit. i know it’s hard, but please don’t give up on me.”, he begs you. “rafe, no. you know i don’t want you to be this way, but it seems like i don’t matter. your drinking and drugs are more important.”, you counter. “that’s not fucking true, y/n!”, he screams, pupils dilating. “i hate you.”, you calmly say back. “no you fucking don’t.”, he says, as he grabs your jaw with his huge hand, forcing you to look in his piercing blue eyes. “you love me. and you know it. you love fucking me, too. that’s why we always fight, it leads to the best sex. and you know i love you sober or not.”, he says, inches away from your face.

your breathing gets heavier and faster. your heart beats in your chest, as if about to rip out of your ribs any second. he’s looking you up and down. “you getting hot and bothered already, baby?”, his breath fanning over you. “n-no.”, you blush and turn away, trying to deny him the satisfaction of turning you on.

“awe, baby.”, he coos, while trying to put his hand against your cunt through your jeans. you feel his fingers run over you through the fabric, and it makes you melt at his touch. “let me get in you. don’t fight it.”, he says as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

you start slapping his back playfully, already knowing where this will lead.

he tosses you onto the bed, eyes you up and down. he’s biting his lip. goddamn, he’s so fucking hot. “pants, off.”, he orders as he’s pulling them off of you. he hungrily looks at you in your red, lacy thong — his favorite. “mmm”, he moans. he starts licking you through your panties. “r-rafe, no.”, you try and push him off of you. “no, baby. i’m going to eat you out. and you’re going to take me. i love you.”, he says, as he pulls your panties off. “i’m keeping these, you know.”, he says as he stuffs your thong in his pocket. “yeah, yeah.”, you say annoyed and flustered.

“you’re so important to me. i promise i’m going to get clean. i love you, baby girl. it’s you. it’s always been you.”, he says, lovingly. and you know he means it. “i know, rafey. i know. i love you, now use me already.”, you beg.

“yes, ma’am. happily. you are my drug of choice.”, he smirks as you proceed to have the best night for the both of you.

[sarahskakskskskajakwwnwjw]

can someone please make a long story about y/n waking up in a new place and she finds out she’s blocked in a type of hell with the most dangerous psychopaths every like void-stiles, rafe cameron, kai, klaus mikealson, tom and mattheo riddle, joker, AND SHE ENDS UP WITH SOME OR ALL OF THEM?? like yes please

like oh my god please i beg you i can’t be the only one with this fantasy i wish i was good at writing i would’ve make the most coolest, filthiest, dirtiest smut ever with all of those men.

[stxrslut]

would rafe not like it when you leave him on read, thinking you have someone at home but in reality ur deep asleep and hes got ur house keys😔😔

oh he does not let it slide when u leave him on read. he’ll be spamming your phone and if you don’t answer within five minutes he’s showing up at your door and you’re just stood there like “rafe wtf I was having a piss”

[crookedteethed]

Heyy on your Rafe nsfw abcs you mentioned Rafe and r having a quickie at midsummers 😭 curious to know what all went down

Heyyy!! Thanks sm for the request, and I hope you enjoy the fic. <3

Warnings: 18+ semi-public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Jealous!Rafe, Possessive!Rafe, dub con(?) mentions of violence, angst, fem reader

(the post they're referring to: here )

Rafe liked the way the heel in your stilettos raised the ball of your foot. Streamlined and pointed, their shape is in line with the elegant leg-lengthening effect that they give you, causing you to appear much taller than you were.

The stilettos also had an effect that made you have a sudden flair of sexiness and confidence that (unbeknownst to you) had Rafe seething and wondering if you knew just what these effects had on not only Rafe but the other men attending Midsummers.

Rafe also liked the way your tight-fitted slip dress left little to imagine about your body in his mind. Though, he wished you had gone with the all-black thong instead of the bright pink thong with the star on its mound—the thin bright pink was starting to show through your white dress. 

Of course, Rafe marveled at the sight of your hot pink thong bleeding through your dress, but it was always that nagging thought in his head that said: the other men, the other men are watching. That instantly turned Rafe off. 

Either his nagging jealousy problems were causing him trouble, or everyone else around him having fun besides him. Ward and Rose are laughing and toasting it up with Ward's work colleagues, Wheezie is in the corner dancing with her friends, Sarah is secretly taking shots with Topper, and you are being pulled onto the dance floor by two of your friends.

And here Rafe was, downing his third shot, leaning against a wall, watching you like a hawk.

He should've been happy. 

This was his first year coming to Midsummer's with a date that wasn't one of Ward's big-haired coochie colleagues' daughters or some slut who let him in her panties once or twice. 

He was supposed to be here with you, but there you were, getting ogled and preyed on by gross (old and young) men. And if it weren't for your stupid, stupid friends dragging you onto the dance floor, Rafe wouldn't be looking at you swaying your body in a sensual movement as Usher's Yeah! started to play. 

And if you weren't swaying your body in the center of the dance floor, then Rafe wouldn't have noticed that shit-pouge waiter ogling at your curves.

Shouldn't he be working? Rafe thought.

Who gave that pouge the right to look at his girl? Better yet, who gave any of these shits the right to look at his girl? Kook or pouge, they didn't have the right to look at you--not in the way they did.

Rafe begins stalking towards the waiter, ready to pluck out his eyes, just when he hears you calling his name.

"Rafe!!" You call out, motioning him to join you on the dance floor.

Rafe stops in his tracks, watching you watch him; he then starts walking towards you, most of his anger tarnishing.

Ok, so he'll get back with that waiter later, get him fired or something.

"Come." You say, putting your hand in his. "Dance with me."

Rafe kept that stoic look on his face as you and your friends danced around him. He saw the same waiter looking at you again, and that's when Rafe told you:

"Let's go."

His tone is very assertive, analogous to your parents putting you in time out after you've been bad.

"What?" you say, worried.

Rafe's heavy hands grip your forearm and drag you from the dance floor.

Rafe didn't care.

He didn't care about your friends calling your name or the worrisome stare you gave him. He didn't care at all.

"Rafe, baby, please tell me what's wrong." you say, your footsteps becoming maladroit as you walk under Rafe's guide.

Rafe didn't say anything, so you didn't say anything afterward, knowing to remain silent when he gets like this.

You were shocked to see that Rafe had brought you to the men's bathroom, and Rafe was even surprised himself.

He looked around the spacious bathroom, letting you go for a second to look on the other side of the divided room.

When he comes back he says: "Come on, get in there." while harshly grabbing your forearm again and lightly dragging you into the last stall to the right.

Rafe had a funny feeling brewing in his stomach as he pushed your front against the bathroom stall's cold tile walls and unbuckled the belt holding up his slacks. It was as if he was mad at you, but how could he be?

You, in particular, hadn't done anything to provoke him; those slimy men looking at you provoked him. Of course, he wanted to take his anger out on the waiter and the other men, but why you, too?

As Rafe hitched up your dress to bunch around your waist, you felt the sudden cool breeze pierce the skin of your ass.

He marveled at the sight of your hot pink thong, fucking finally. Biting his bottom lip at the skimpy fabric snugged between your ass cheeks.

"Rafe." you moaned, detesting in the anticipation.

"Shut up." he tells you, pushing your face into the wall.

Just after, Rafe index finger dug the string from your ass, and gently pushed it aside.

His belt buckle clacks quickly, and you hear his pants and underwear being pushed down to his ankles. You try to catch a glimpse of him, but Rafe's hand is splayed across your head and your cheek is again meshed with the cold tile.

Rafe's rage was radiating from his body, and you could feel it (it being his tip) teasing the flesh of your ass. You wondered what you had done this time, beginning to feel Rafe's length—all 7.1 inches of it—push inside your tight cunt, stopping you in your tracks.

An elongated shrill escapes your pouty lips, like the sound of a person getting stabbed in the back with a knife and letting the knife twist the bone, but to you at that moment, that's exactly what Rafe's cock felt like.

Like you just had an iron-hot poker thrust through your gut--repeatedly.

Your slick feels the silence, along with you and Rafe's grunts and pleas, but mainly the filthy squelching sound that manifested itself from each time Rafe's cock plummeted in and out of your cunt.

For a second, Rafe takes his eyes off your plump ass and looks at you for the first time during this fuck. Your legs are weak and nearly buckling, your makeup smudging on the tile wall due to the tears that strain from your eyes, and you had a tight grip held onto the metal accessibility rail bolted into the wall.

He'd gotten a feeling of guilt wash over his body, a sense that he predicted that would prevent him from cumming.

Here he was, with the finest girl on figure eight, fucking her in the bathroom stall like she was a slut.

What if, after this, you decide to break up with him?

or worst

You break up with him and decide to date that loser waiter pouge or any of the men out there ogling you, find someone who can treat you better.

Rafe slowly pulls himself out of you. You pout at the feeling of emptiness inside you, but your insides feel relieved.

There's a dull silence for a second, during which Rafe turns you around and brings your pouty lips to his in an everlasting kiss that almost turns you both into jelly.

You swear that after the kiss, Rafe says, "I'm sorry." But, before you can say anything more, words die on lips as he gives you another mouth-watering kiss, wraps your leg around his waist, and starts to fuck you again—this time slowly—leaving you speechless with the realization that he's the only man who gets to treat you this way.

[psychwxrdd]

cat and mouse

🎀 note: not me thinking about rafe dressed as michael myers for a future blurb...

you end things with rafe due to his obsessive and controlling behaviour.

dark! rafe, obsessive! rafe, stalker! rafe, dark rafe x reader, jj x reader, possessive/toxic relationship.

It all started when you showed up at Sarah's house, your very first week in Outer Banks. You moved to figure 8 with your family and she was the first person you talked to, asking you to hang out with her and her friends any of these days and get to know the place. When Rafe first saw you, he immediately approached you, told you he was Sarah's brother and that he would be more than happy to show you around.

You thought he was just being genuinely nice, and you liked him. But as the weeks go by, you realized he had other intentions, as you started seeing him everywhere... Gifts and flowers showing up at your house, whenever you were walking by yourself he would always be there to give you a ride. Or when you were at a store staring at a skirt you really liked and next day, your mother said "a friend brought you something". The same skirt you wanted so bad, with a small note besides it.

"I saw how you stared at this skirt. And i can't stop thinking about how gorgeous it you would look on you... Go on a date with me and use it :)"

You didn't even had to think, you knew it was Rafe. It was pretty obvious. But even as you felt something a bit off about him, he was a handsome, charming guy. It could be just a crush, nothing else, so why not? Life was boring lately.

And how bad you wish things stayed boring, now looking back.

You two started dating after about a month, mostly because he pressured you into it. You thought things were surely going too fast, but he insisted that he wanted to have you as his official girlfriend and that he didn't wanted anyone thinking they would have a chance with you. So you said yes.

Things only got worse since. Rafe clearly liked you more than you liked him, and everyone could notice that... But he did not mind at all. As long as you were his, however it was, he wouldn't care about anything else. He slowly took all the control over your life without you noticing.

Whenever you wanted to leave in the morning to work, he would ask you to stay with him for a bit more.

"You know i can't be late, babe" you said with a soft smile as he pouted.

"You don't need that lame job, sweetheart. Why you even work? You're a kook. And i take care of you" As he kisses your neck and you chuckle. "Please, i hate being without you, just a few more minutes..."

And you couldn't say no, not at all. He was sweet, but something about him was so intimidating and scary, you couldn't exactly put your finger on what was it. But you knew that saying no to Rafe wasn't a good idea.

Then a few weeks later, you were eventually fired.

Rafe didn't wanted you to go out with your friends anymore, not his sisters, even worse if it was one of the pogues.

"You think i don't know that Maybank guy has some desperated puppy crush on you?" He asked, tapping his hands on his head.

"Rafe, he is a friend! They are all my friends!" You were exhausted of this conversation, almost screaming at him.

"You see...I don't want you being friends with them anymore. So..." He smiled, but nothing about that smile was happy or calmed you in the slightest. It was a weird smile. "You won't hang out with them anymore, you're better than that. And you're my girl. Right? My girl won't disobey me, huh?"

Or when you guys were watching a movie, a drama maybe, and you would make a silly comment like "If we broke up one day i'm moving to Italy", completely innocent, and his mood would be ruined.

"That won't fucking happen. Ever."

"I was just kidding." You spoke softly. "Don't take it seriously babe"

"Yeah...You know better than that. I'm sorry. Can't even stand the mere thought of losing you."

Why did you knew better than that?

Or when he started complaining about how much the condoms were uncomfortable, and how he wanted to feel you entirely. You wasn't ready for that, as much as you were horny, you weren't ok with the idea of end up pregnant. That was your answer, no.

But Rafe was a master at gaslighting. He wouldn't stop trying to convince you untill you made your mind, and when you didn't, he simply started taking off while you were too fucked out to notice.

Everyone was worried, even Ward realized how sick was this love his son had towards you. It was like he needed you to breath, in the worst way possible.

You broke up with him after almost a year together, and he obviously didn't took it well. He cried, punched walls, screamed, broke things, acted like a total psycho and you left scared for your life, trully. For your luck, Sarah and Rose were around and they helped you, cause Rafe wouldn't let you even get out of his room for sure.

2 weeks passed since that day and needless to say, Rafe made your life a hell. Blowing your phone with infinite texts and calls, showing up at your house, calling you through your parents phone, absolutely acting like a fucking freak. You started hanging out with your friends again, and that helped you a lot to go through it, it was nice to have people to trust, especially with all that was happening.

You were at The Cut with JJ, it was night and you two stared at the sea while laughing about some stupid thing he said. You decided to check your phone to see the time, and realized there was a text from an unknown number.

the fuck you're doing at the cut?

who is with you rn?

i'm serious y/n

don't fuck with me

answer me or i'll look for you myself

You frozed while reading that. Why he couldn't just leave you alone? Why the fuck he still had your location on his phone?

You cursed yourself for ever giving it to him at first. If you only knew who you were dealing with.

please babe i need to see you

i'm going crazy

i'm doing coke again

i need you right fucking now or i'll blow my brains out

i'm serious

you think i'm not serious?

i'll fucking film then

rafe PLEASE stop

lets talk ok

but please stop

i'll pick you up

"JJ... You need to leave now, Rafe wants to talk to me and i don't even wanna think about what he would do if he saw you with me"

The blonde stared at you in disbelief.

"Are you fucking him again?"

"NO! But he wants to talk, and if thats what it takes for him to leave me alone, then i'll do it!" You said, almost yelling. "And i don't want you to be involved"

"You're my friend Y/n for fuck's sake, you think i'll let you be alone with that psychopath?"

"JJ-"

"No Y/n, you don't deserve this shit!"

Your eyes were full of tears at this point, and you felt your body weak. It was like you were sick with so much sadness and anxiety. JJ was quick to hug you tightly, and thats when you allowed yourself to cry.

"You got this, we got this, right?" He caressed you hair "I'm here sweet thing."

You heard the sound of a familiar truck, and your heart stopped beating for a second. Your ex boyfriend stepped out from his side, clearly out of his mind.

"Rafe, let's talk!"

"YOU BITCH! I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT!" He shouted, his face looking red and if stares could kill you would surely be dead by now.

"Chill out dude" JJ said way too calm, and that gave you more panic. He should never play with Rafe, he should never speak to him in that tone.

The last thing you remember from that night was Rafe punching JJ's face so bad he passed out on the floor. And you couldn't do nothing, as the much taller and stronger guy carried you on his shoulders and threw you on his truck. It was all too overwhelming, too fast, painfull, you were dissociating.

"Had to take back whats mine, love" He said in a stern tone, while focused on the road "I thought you knew better, huh? Now the fucker might be dead and it's your fault. But i don't care, i love you too much princess. I hated that dirty pogue...Always thinking he could have a piece of you" Rafe inhaled sharply, his jaw giving you a glimpse of how much rage he felt. "Hear this, i'll tell you just once: The only way you ever will get rid of me is when you die, honey. And if you ever consider trying to leave me again, i'll kill you and i'll kill myself right after. You got that?"

[realwardcameron]

WARD MAN DOWN ATTEMPTED MURDER BY BJ

JUST GOT HIT BY @bigjohnroutledge80 CANCEL HIM HE TRIEED TO KILL ME THE FIEND I CAN'T BELIEBE THIS AFTER ALL WEVE BEEN THROUGH OUTRAGED