#possessive rafe cameron

[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

[princessbrunette]

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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 !!

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[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."

[drewstarkeyslut]

texts you’d get from rafe

[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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[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.

[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.

[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”

[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?"

[drewstarkeyslut]

POV

you are Rafe’s girl, and only his…and you literally drive him insane

[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

[theoffice1234]

looking for fics where a bunch of people are in love with y/n/oc...

[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