#rafe cameron (belle’s version)

[prettybabybaby]

tw: noncon (drunk reader). i'm rusty so if this is horrible i'm sorry.

being best friends with rafe and going partying with him. he always promises that he'll watch over you, and he does. he'd never let anyone but him get close to you while drunk. rafe loves how the drunker you get, the more you hang onto him, the more you sleepily burying yourself against him, and the less you notice his wandering hands.

you curl up on his lap, trying to tell him a story but rarely making sense. as his hands slide up your skirt, pinching at your thighs and brushing up against your panties as you laugh at the feeling. once you get so drunk that your fully his. he takes your pliant body somewhere private, usually in his cars, and pushes up your skimpy dress and starts fucking you. still tenderly holding you despite his rough thrust. he loves the little gurgles and moans the come out of your hazy self.

his favorite times is when you're just out of it enough not to fully know whats happening. still aware enough to know it's rafey. he loves hearing you slur his name against his neck while you hug onto him, telling him how much you love him. as he slowly grinds your hips against him, pushing his cock deeper into you.

afterward, he cleans you up. you wake up sometimes asking him what he's doing, and he assures you that you dropped your drink on yourself. silly little drunk girl! and you always believe him. letting him wipe away the cum that you think is alcohol. then he takes you home, and continues to let his hands wander if your out of it enough, while others he holds back your hair while throwing up in the toilet. always ready to tell people the next day how sweet rafe is to take care of his friend like that.

<3

rafe giving you more and more drinks to make sure he gets you where he wants you.

"c'mon it's one night. you know you want to..." he says, holding the drink close to your lips. "i won't let anyone touch you. just me."

[maybankswhore]

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

( * ) is marked for nsfw!

rafe cameron imagines / fics / blurbs

1. what i signed up for : rafe overhears you talking to sarah about your feelings and wants to help you.

2. “fuck it’s too big” gf & “baby it’s barely in” bf : nsfw headcannon *

3. insecurities : reader is feeling insecure about the label on her relationship with rafe.

4. rafe giving you a promise ring : rafe gives reader a promise ring for her birthday.

5. boyfriends bestfriend : you cheat on topper with rafe. nsfw warning *

6. ( almost ) ex boyfriends bestfriend : part two of you cheating on topper with rafe. nsfw warning *

7. cockwarming rafe : nsfw headcannon. *

8. rafe’s proud to be with you.

9. barbie and ken : you and rafe dress up to see the movie ‘barbie’ and reminisce about the younger versions of yourselves.

10. golf cart girl : rafe eats you out on the golf cart. nsfw warning *

11. ocean blvd : soft sex w rafe ( hints of virgin!reader ) nsfw *

jj maybank imagines / fics / blurbs

1. truth or dare : you play a game of truth or dare with jj and he admits his feelings.

2. ab riding with jj : nsfw warning. *

3. gun to my head : jj fucks you with a gun to your head. nsfw warning *

4. just a bad day : jj comforts you after a really bad day that adds on to your depression.

5. kiss me goodbye : after jj breaks up with you , you find yourself in a relationship with rafe cameron & jj still isn’t over you.

6. a couple of swifties : jj sings taylor swift with you.

7. bad boy x good girl trope with jj : slight nsfw warning. *

8. chain ’round my neck : jj is the only one who really knows you.

9. the five love languages : jj’s love language is physical touch.

10. “you came.” “you called.” : it doesn’t matter what happened , if jj calls you — you’re answering.

11. opposites attract : it doesn’t matter how different you are from him , you’re the girl of jj’s dreams & he won’t stop until he has you.

12. let me take care of you : jj takes care of you on your period.

13. safe space : you’re eachothers safe space.

14. wedding bells : you’re marrying rafe and jj is still in love with you.

15. begin again : jj shows you how to open yourself up to falling in love again.

16. eyes on the road : you give jj road head. nsfw warning *

17. taking care of you : aftercare with jj.

18. missing piece : jj won’t admit your feelings for you but he doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

19. mcdreamy : you trip over some rocks at the beach and jj can’t help but worry about his precious girl.

20. our song : you & jj are sickly in love with eachother.

21. i can see you : you and jj try ignoring the temptation to break the rules.

[littlxpxtal]

Therefore I Am

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 3.7K

Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel

Top of the world, but your world isn't real

Your world's an ideal

So, go have fun

I really couldn't care less

And you can give 'em my best, but just know

I'm not your friend or anything, damn

You think that you're the man

November

“Okay so I made this cute ass invite on this website and you can send it out as a text blast.” Sabrina explains to me as we walk to first period together. 

“Sab who are you planning on inviting?” I ask. She was keen on throwing me a huge blowout for my 18th. I had gotten better at making friends on Figure 8 but there was a pit of doubt inside me that anyone would actually show up.

“We have to invite everyone whos anyone. Adn they’ll forsure come cus we haven’t had a big rager since Halloween. Everyone is fiending for a party. And everyone is talking about how cool you are.” I roll my eyes at this last declaration.

“No they are not Sab what are you even talking about.” I ask before we walk into the classroom.

“You’ve really impressed everyone at all of my pregames, and even Rafe’s friend group thinks you’re cool. Everyones obsessed with your style, and are dying to know why you’ve spent the last three years wasting time on the cut.” she whispers as we take our seats.

“How do you even know Rafe’s friends like me?” I pull out my history book and homework, feeling my face flush at the thought of them talking about me.

“Just trust me I know.”

“You know, I’m inviting my friends from the cut.” I say with a straight face, dreading her response.

“Y/N … Why would you do that?” she asks, pulling out her supplies.

“Cus they’re my friends. If it’s my party I should be able to invite whoever I want.” I state matterof factly. 

“That may cause some problems.” she mumbles before the bell rings. “Im sending the text blast out at lunch. If there’s anyone you dont want there let me know, or else its going to my entire contacts list.” she hisses to me before the teacher starts taking attendance. 

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I adjust the strapless black mini dress on my chest, fidgeting with the zipper on the side before Sabrina walks into my room. 

“People are going to start coming in 10 are you ready yet?” she asks, holding a red solo cup out to me.

“Yea, just gotta put on my lipstick. Whats this?”

She smirks and walks over to my full length mirror.

“A concoction just for the birthday girl.” she teases, pulling out her phone to take a picture.

“Get in this with me.” she says. I pose in the mirror with her and take a small sip of the drink, practically choking.

“What the fuck is in this Sab?” I ask, stuggling to keep myself from yakking.

“My version of a tequila sunrise. Mostly tequila.” she says sweetly, taking a sip form her own cup.

“Yea I can tell.” The doorbell rings and my eyes widen.

“I’ll get it. Hurry up!” she exclaims, running out of my room. I take a deep breath and take the berry shade of lipstick I bought for tonight out and start applying in the mirror. I decide to take a selfie of myself, admiring the way the dress fit around my curves. 

Somehow Sabrina convinced my parents to let me have this party at my place and got them out of town for the weekend. They were easily convinced by her sweet talk, and were encouraged by the fact that I had been making friends at Kildare Academy. They were more than happy to give Sabrina and me their credit card to buy decorations and even allowed us to use some of the liquor from their cabinet. 

I made my way up the stairs to see the living room was starting to fill with familiar faces I had seen in the hallways. I admired my house filled with helium balloons and silver streamer curtains. The room was illuminated with a large disco ball and LED lights. The DJ started playing music in the backyard.

“I think we’re gonna have a big turn out.” Sabrina says when she finally reaches me.

“Do these people actually know what they’re even here for?”

“Of course they do. I even made a card box for people to give you gifts.”

“Sabrina, I don’t want any of these peoples money.” I say confused.

“These people come from old money its practically tradition. Plus theyre drinking the booze we bought so its like an entry fee.” she says giggling and grabbing my hand, leading me to the backyard.

“You got the playlist I sent right?” she asks the DJ. I recognized him immediately, he was a barista at the cafe I always went to when I used to hang in the cut. He smiles softly at me and I thank him for being here tonight. 

“There’s the birthday girl!” I hear someone shout from the backdoor. I turn around to see Topper, Kelce, Rafe a group of random girls surrounding them. He’s holding a handle of Titos up in the air.

“TOP!” Sabrina exclaims, dragging me over to greet them.

“Happy birthday Y/N” he says, greeting me in a hug. “This is for you, from all of us.” he says handing me the large bottle. I stare at in shock and laugh.

“Thanks guys.” I respond. Before I can greet Kelce or Rafe, Sabrina takes the bottle from my hands.

“Shots?” she asks the group. The guys cheer in response and she leads them back inside the the kitchen where the cups were.

“Happy birthday.” Rafe whispers in my ear, trailing right behind me. I feel goosebumps rise on my arms. “You look good.” he murmurs as we reach the counter.

“TO Y/N” Sabrina declares and we raise the shot glasses up to the cieling

“TO ME!” I Cheer before downing the shot. I hiss at the burning in my throat and squeeze my eyes closed. 

More people fill into my living room and start piling into the backyard. I’m greeted with hugs and fist bumps from people I vaguely remember, they thank me for inviting them and I have to pretend like I’m the one who even made the invite in the first place. 

I finally check my phone for the first time since people started arriving.

Sarah Cameron

We’re pulling up in a sec

I smile at my phone and scan the room to see if they’ve arrived.

“You waitin on someone?” I hear Rafe ask from behind me.

“Yea Sarah’s comin.” I say without looking back at him. 

“I assume that means the clowns will be making an appearance as well.” he asks, finally standing next to me, his arm brushing against my shoulder.

“Play nice it’s my birthday.” I remind him, taking a sip from my birthday concoction.

“Long as they play nice too.” he responds before walking off. I roll my eyes and scan the room again. They still weren’t anywhere in sight, so I walk off to mingle with my guests.

I find a familiar face in the sea of people and make my way to him.

“Hi Noah.” I say, interrupting his conversation with a girl I had never seen befroe.

“Hey Y/N . Happy birthday!” he says before pulling me into a hug. It lingers for a little too long and I feel my cheeks blush when he finally releases me. 

“This is a great party. Much better than my 18th.” he says, standing close and leaning down to be eye level with me.

“Whadid you do for yours?” I ask, trying to hide my disgust as I take another sip from the drink Sab made me.

“I had the flu. I had to go to the hospital and everything.” he says shurgging his shoulders.

“Damn that sounds awful. You can pretend tonights your birthday if you want.” I say, trying to cheer him up. I feel his eyes scan my body up and down and he inches closer.

“Well I know what I would want for my present.” he whispers. I bite my lip and giggle.

“Cute” I say in response. From the corner of my eye I spot JJ and I run towards him.

“JJ!” I shriek, throwing myself into his arms. He lifts me up and spins me around.

“Happy birthday doll. You have hella friends now huh?” he asks giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I dont know half of these people. Sabrina just invited them.” I say in response. He smirks and scans the room.

“Whos the dude who was practically eye fucking you?” he says, I glance over to see he’s giving a death glare to Noah.

“Kid I know from Kook academy.” I shrug.

“BIRTHDAY GIRL!” Kiara shouts, popping up from behind JJ.

“Kie!” I squeeze her with all my might. I feel a rush of excitement fill my body as people I actually knew and loved were finally here. John B and Pope pile into our hug.

“Where’s Sarah?” 

��She went looking for you. Looks like she ran into her brother though.” John B says, nudging his head over towards the back of the kitchen. I direct the group to follow me, leading them through the crowd of people stuffed into my living room. I trip over a ballon on the floor, and feel an arm reach out to help me gain my balance. I look up to see its Rafe.

“Thanks” I mumble, pulling my arm away from his grip. I direct my attention away from him and smile at Sarah

“Happy birthday girl! I heard Rafe got you a present and I think it’s only appropriate that we indulge.” she says, wiggling her eyebrows and holding up the half empty handle of titos up at me.

She fills up shots enough for everyone including Rafe. His body is blocking me from being in the circle, so I shove past him, forcing my way into the center. 

I look at Kiara and smirk, “arriba! abajo! al centro! pa dentro!” We cheer. The group finishes the shot and I find myself brave from the liquid courage I had just been given. I pull a chair out from behind the counter and stand on top of it.

“THANK YOU FOR COMING AND CELEBRATING MY 18TH WITH ME!” I Shout to the crowd of people in the kitchen and dining area. “LETS GET FUCKED UP!” I shout.

Pope hands me a Natty Lite from his book bag and I tip it to its side, cracking the bottom open with my teeth. For a second I realize my inner pogue is coming out. But I decide I didn’t give a fuck. It was my fucking birthday. 

I crack open the can and inhale the beer in 3 chugs. I crush the can with my hand and toss it out into the crowd. The room erupts in cheers and I turn around to my friends seeing their shocked yet excited expressions on their faces.

“Lets fucking dance.” I say. JJ walks up to the chair and puts out his arms.

“Lets go dance princess.” he says, pulling me down into his arms, placing me softly on the ground. I grab his hand,  leading them to the backyard where the DJ began blasting the Pursuit of Happiness remix. 

The backyard area is filled with people already dancing. I squish us into the center of the crowd and notice that Rafe and his friends decided to join. 

I feel my body moving along to the beat, not giving a care in the world, sticking my hands up in the air and letting the crowd's movements take me around the circle. Dancing face to face with Sarah, her back against John B’s.

Our bodies are squeezed together and I slowly grind against hers before I’m pushed to the side and end up in front of Kiara. She’s dancing against Pope and I remember I need to ask her how that situation is coming along. Before I can lean into ask, my body is moved again to be in the center of the circle.  I take a few steps back to the beat and spin around.

Losing my balance, I end up with my back pressed against a tall figure. His arms softly grab my hips. If I didn’t know any better I would assume it was JJ. But I look over to see him standing in between John B and Pope. I crane my neck to look and see its Rafe, with a slight smirk on his face. 

I decide to play along, turning my body to face his. His hands move furth up my back, running them up and down as I grind my body against his. I keep my eyes closed, refusing to make eye contact with him, trying to show that I would dance with literally anyone like this. I wrap my hands up around his neck and jump around to the beat before the song stops and there’s silence amongst the crowd. I drop my hands from his neck and whip my head towards the DJ, and see Sabrina standing up there with a lit up cake.

She grabs a microphone from the DJ and begins singing Happy Birthday to me. I feel my face get hot and body tense, realizing that everyone was staring at me, singing along in unison. My worst nightmare. She makes her way through the crowd, everyone making a path for her to reach me. 

When she finally does the song is almost over and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Mainly becomes I’m so drunk and overwhelmed with anxiety from what was happening. 

“Make a wish!” I close my eyes and blow the candles out. The crowd erupts into a cheer and the DJ starts up a new song, everyone returning back to where they were before the serenading.

“I hate you.” I say, as we walk to the kitchen.

“Noooo you love me. And look at all these people here for YOU.” I give her side hug as she places the cake on the counter.

“Thanks for doing this for me.” I say. She turns to face me with a large grin spread across her face. “I’m glad we met.”

“Stop being sappy and go back out and dance.” she says, pushing me towards the back door.

“I have to pee first” I say, making my way towards the basement door. I make my way down the stairs to my room. After finishing my business I walk back into my room and see Rafe inspecting my bookshelf.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ask, startled at his intrusion.

He doesn't respond, just glances over, eyeing my body up and down before picking a book off of the shelf. 

“You read a lot of fiction.” he states.

I walk over and grab the book out of his hand. 

“I asked you a question.” I place the book back in its place and turn to face him.

“I was curious.” he says, shrugging.

“Okay, well I’d like you to leave now.” I say pointing towards the door.

“No you don’t,” he says, stepping closer to me. So close I can smell his cologne. It was woody yet musky. Dior Sauvage I would guess, making a mental note to check it out at the mall next time I got the chance. 

“You say that like you know what I want.”

“Cause I do.” he says, staring down into my eyes.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m Rafe fucking Cameron. And you’re just some girl who has a birthday party with kids she doesnt even know. I see right through you.”

“Im not just some girl, who do you think you are talking to me like that?” I feel rage flowing through my body and I take a step closer, our chests practically touching. His chest is rising with deep breaths and I glance at his hands that are balled into fists.

“You think you’re hot shit now that you hang with kids on figure 8. But they won’t forget where your loyalties lie. You proved it tonight by inviting your fucking pogues.” I roll my eyes.

“Is that what this is about? Cus I invited my best friends? They’re just people Rafe. You and your loser friends only care about labels. We’re not even fucking friends why are you here if you’re so hung up on who I invited?” 

“You think anyone would be here if I wasn’t?” I scoff at his arrogance.

“God you’re so full of yourself. Get a grip.” 

Everything happens in an instant. His body moves forcefully against mine, pushing me into my closet door. I wince at the abrupt force. His arms are planted on the door above my head and he dips his face to meet mine.

“You're not as cool as you think you are pretty girl. You can stand on a table and shotgun all the beers you want. You can dance like a fucking slut at any party but that’s all anyone gonna remember you by. A party girl with no personality.” I feel tears well in my eyes at his bitter words.

“You act like your entire personality isnt partying. You live in a fucking fantasy world where its cool to do coke and fuck random girls like its a well respected hobby. You don’t know shit about my personality because I would never let someone like you know anything about me.” I spit back.

He stands silent for a second, his breathing hard and heavy. My eyes meet his, tears no longer threatening to spill over. All I feel is hot rage and red staring into his blue eyes. His right-hand moves from above my head to grip the back of my neck. He pauses as if he's second-guessing his next move.

Before I can think of a response his mouth collides with mine. I melt into his touch, tasting the liquor shared between our breath and his cool tongue grazing over my bottom lip. Reluctantly I let out a groan, frustrated that he was a good kisser. He moves his mouth aggressively against mine, pushing me hard against the wall. My hands finally move from my sides up into his hair giving a slight tug. 

He finally releases his grip from the back of my neck and I gasp out trying to catch my breath when I hear screaming from outside. I decided it would be quicker to get to the back through the sliding door in my room that leads to a small patio on the side of the house. I run out and around the house to see a commotion happening on the dance floor.

My breath hitches and goosebumps rise across my body as I realize what is happening. Rafe trails behind me as I get closer to the group of people fighting, seeing JJ and Pope getting kicked around on the ground

“WHAT THE FUCK” I screech, pushing through the crowd, trying to pull the guys off of my friends. I turn around to Rafe.

“HELP ME” I ask, He runs his hands through his hair, contemplating on what he should do

“Please” I beg before turning around to try and pick JJ off the ground. I turn around to see Rafe grab the idiot off of Pope and help Pope stand up.

“PARTYS OVER” He roars across the crowd. The DJ instantly turns off the music and I see Sabrina running over to the scene. I’m holding JJ up with my arms as he limps over with blood smeared across his face. 

“JJ what happened? Where’s Sarah and John B?” I ask. I then realize JJ is drunk out of his mind and cant even look straight. 

I turn around to see Pope is sitting on a chair with Rafe standing next to him.

“Pope what happened, where is everyone?”

The crowd starts to clear and I tug JJ along to sit next to Pope.

“They went looking for you and some kooks started talking shit about us being here and…” he trails off. “Sorry to ruin your birthday Y/N”

“I know its your birthday n all but I really dont think these people wanted us here.” JJ finally says.

“No shit.” I hear John B saying behind me.

“There you guys are. What the fuck happened I left for 5 minutes and these fools are getting curb stomped?”

“These are your new fucking friends lets remember that” JJ Says, finally standing. “Look, we love you Y/N. But its not a good idea for us to be comin to any of these events again.” he says harshly.

“But I wanted you guys here.”

“And we wanted to be here to support you but, JJs right Y/N. Its never a good outcome for us to be in Figure 8.” John B says, pulling Pope off of the chair. “Lets go guys.”

I stand there feeling hopeless. I wasnt allowed back on the cut, and if my friends wouldnt come to my side of the island, I would never see them.

“But- but” I stammer. 

Sabrina interrupts the moment tugging my arm to face her.

“Hey, I’m gonna go but I’ll be back in the morning to help you clean okay?” Sabrina says, nudging her head over to the top of the patio where the DJ was standing there, with all his stuff packed up. “He’s gonna walk me home.” she says with a smirk. 

“Okay I’ll see you.” I turned to realize my friends were making their way towards the front door. 

“Guys please dont leave.” I plead catching up with them.

“We gotta get them home Y/N,” Kie says, holding Popes hand. 

“I’ll text you when were back okay? I hope you had a good birthday.” she says, giving me a kiss on my cheek and opening the front door.

“I’ll see you soon okay?” Sarah says, giving me a tight squeeze before walking out with the rest of them. I watch them walk down my driveway, feeling defeated and angry. 

I turn around and slam the front door shut, looking around the room to see a mess of red solo cups, streamers and popped balloons all over the floor. I rip my heels off my feet and walk towards my basement door before I hear the back door slide open.

“I don’t think we were finished.”

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[byronlc]

multi-muse indie rp blog with canon muses. medium to low activity. 21+. penned by am. millennial. CET. likes rare fandoms. very slow writer.

rules memes open starters muse list under the cut

mains and affiliates: neverfittedin / dcyswclking, entangledmuses / ofthexnight, sarcaasmic

graphics by the amazing @neverfittedin

muse list

all canon muses can be treated as OCs and are adaptable to (almost) any fandom/setting

🚩 marks villainous/dangerous muse

Primary Muses

🚩 Trevor Anderson, 21-27, bi, Hellraiser (2022), fc Drew Starkey

your casual criminal crush

(🚩) Peter Rumancek, pan, 19-22; or 27-31, Hemlock Grove, fc Aaron Taylor-Johnson (post-series, headcanon-based portrayal)

your sexy man-beast who tore his own heart out

🚩Barry, 24-28, Outer Banks, fc Nick Cirillo

your local drug dealer with a good heart and a gold tooth

Zach MacLaren, 20-24, The Other Zoey, fc Drew Starkey (intro)

your typical jock that is literally a puppy dog (aka the other Zach)

Secondary Muses

🚩James “Junior” Rennie, straight, 21-28, Under The Dome, fc Alexander Koch (intro)

your sociopathic obsessive boy next door

Dale “Barbie” Barbara, straight, 30-36, Under The Dome, fc Mike Vogel

your brooding anti-hero

(🚩) Liam/Angelus/Angel, 270 and forever 23 vampire; or 20-25 human, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, fc Jacob Elordi (headcanon-based portrayal; also modern non-vampire verse)

your ever-brooding, moody vampire cursed with a soul

Dylan Massett, straight, 21-27, Bates Motel, fc Max Thieriot

your white knight in a leather jacket

Selective/Exclusive Muses

James M. Beaufort, straight, 18-23, Maxton Hall, fc Damian Hardung (exclusive to @entangledmuses' Ruby Bell)

your way too attractive rich boy

🚩Rafe Cameron, 19-26, Outer Banks, fc Drew Starkey

your @unhlnged rich boy

JJ Maybank, pan, 18-23, Outer Banks, fc Rudy Pankow

your chaotic, quick-tempered @salt-lifer

Natalie Scatorccio, 18-23, Yellowjackets, fc Sophie Thatcher (very selective)

your i-don't-give-a-shit-but-also-care-too-much queen of misfits

New Muses (pending)

Troy Otto, Fear the Walking Dead, fc Daniel Sharman

your severly broken psycho boy

Fox Mulder, The X-Files, fc tbd

your tbd

Coriolanus Snow, The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, fc Tom Blyth

your tbd

Louisa "Wheezie" Cameron, 18-23, Outer Banks, fc Victoria Justice (aged-up headcanon-based portrayal)

your little miss always overlooked

Nadia Godfrey, 18-23, Hemlock Grove, fc Elle Fanning (aged-up headcanon-based portrayal)

tbd

Grayson Ernest Theodor Spencer, ace, 24-28, Silber Trilogy, fc Josh Hutcherson (heavily headcanon-based portrayal)

Muses on Hiatus

your permanently tired loser boy, who will do anything for a cup of coffee

🚩Carlisle Cullen, 400 and forever 35, Twilight, fc Alexander Skarsgård (headcanon-based portrayal) (intro)

not your teen romance novel's friendly vampire daddy

🚩Chase Collins, 30-36, bi, The Covenant, fc Sebastian Stan (also younger version and non-magical version)

your power-hungry warlock with a wicked sense of humor

Luke Riordan, 21-26, Gen V, fc Patrick Schwarzenegger

your golden boy with a dark future

Zachary "Zach" Shan-Yung Dempsey, demi, 21-28, 13 Reasons Why, fc Ross Butler

your former jock turned musician that will literally come pick you up

[prettybabybaby]

Boxer!Rafe becoming obsessed with his waitress and stalking her until he gets her. (Rafe is so boxer bf)

anon wait... ring girl!reader

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

¡ outer banks masterlist !

rafe thinks you're so cute when your facial expressions shift from worried to excited as you watch the matches. when your face lights up with a toothy smile when you walks into the ring, sign held high as you parade around, relishing in the cheers.

rafe can't help but stare as he catches his breath, swallowing blood and wiping sweat from his forehead. he's had his eye on you for a while, captivated by your sweet demeanor. you're so pretty, too, with a soft skin that seems to go on for miles, displayed by your skimpy uniform and the bright lights. a glimmer bounces off your skin, a dusting of highlight on the high points of your face and the dip of your collarbones, complimented by a thin layer of shiny gloss on your smiling lips that somehow grows even bigger when you meet his eyes.

he can't focus, the weight of your eyes on him as the match picks up again distracting him. it's like he can hear the gasp that escapes you when a particularly harsh hit is thrown at him. your eyes widen and your chest puffs up, a hand moving to cover your mouth. your genuine concern is nauseating, attempting to help him stumble away into the quieter back rooms when he finds his way into your line of vision, playing up the effects of amateur punch.

you're so gentle and sweet, cleaning his wounds with tender touches and a crease between your brows. rafe breathes heavily, he isn't sure if it's because of the pain and exhaustion or your tender touches and radiating warmth. his mind is swimming as he thinks of your constant need to be reassured that he was okay, that you weren't hurting him, that you were doing a good job aiding him. the look in your sparkling eyes ignited something in him, making the urge to keep you as close to him as possible harder to ignore.

rafe keeps a close eye on you after that, following your every movement. he observes the way you rush in through the back doors, bag containing your uniform filled to the brim with miscellaneous objects you never reach for. he watches you slip into your car, a beaten down old thing that's on its last legs, probably worth less than his watch. the stressful expression that falls from your face at the sight of him, a curious glint shining beneath the surface as you observe the white powder under his nose.

his thoughts quickly turn obsessive, the desire to have you plaguing his every thought. your supple thighs and curves flashing in his mind as he waits for his mind to rest. his hand wraps around himself, squeezing and pulling, as he fantasizes about the day he makes you his.

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content: noncon, dark!rafe, fem!reader, drug use, unprotected sex

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"oh god," you pout, eyes shut tight as you pinch your nose, "that burns."

rafe chuckles beside you and you hear him snort his own line, collecting himself immediately, unphased by the sensation. "i warned you."

you felt your heart beat in your ears, speeding and thumping harshly. your eyes opened abruptly, a rush running through your veins. rafe watches you, amused when you look up at him, trying to adjust to the foreign feeling.

“c’mon, you can take it,” rafe swipes his thumb under your nose, and you pull your face away, a grimace playing on your features at his tone.

your fingers glide across your face instead, a noise of disgust bubbling in your throat as you wipe your hands near the hem of your shorts. rafe tuts and you roll your eyes, pushing against his chest as you brush past him, rejoining the party taking place a thin wall away.

rafe unsurprisingly doesn’t follow, a second line likely making its way up his nose as you shut the heavy door. you aren’t sure why you agreed to follow him into the secluded room, always trying your best to avoid isolated situations with the man that couldn’t seem to stay away from you. that, on top of the fact that you were never one to indulge in more than a joint and a few drinks. but the hard drug provided a momentary elation you craved, a racing mind and careless, reckless attitude.

your mind swirls as you dance around, feeling weightless and blissful as your hands slide up your body, hips swaying in time with the rhythm of the music. you can feel rafe's burning stare, having caught his eyes more than once but you ignore it, rolling your head on your shoulders.

the ghost of a hand hovers over your hips, the featherlight brush of its fingers tickling your sides. your head whips around, your set of blown pupils meeting rafe’s. the substance coursing through your system has you shoving him off with more aggression than usual, a huff and look of pure disgust etching itself onto your face. “get off,” you seethe, patience vanishing at the small action. the blond’s eyes harden, a tick in his jaw as you march away.

this time, he does follow, frustration clear in the air that surrounds him when he grabs hold of your arm, long legs hauling you after him. you resist, angry protests of his name falling on deaf ears as you’re pushed into an empty room.

you blink, brows cinching together at the look in his eyes, the color of his blue irises a thin ring around his blown pupils. they disappear from sight, his head dipped to mouth at your throat.

“rafe,” you say sternly, “move.” his touch slides down your arms, following the curve of your hips.

“what the fuck is your problem?” you push at his chest, frustrated at the little harm you caused. he isn’t deterred, leaning towards you to brush his lips over yours again. your hand move before your mind does, colliding with the flesh of his cheek as you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.

his hands find your hips again, pushing against you until your back hits the wall behind you. “you don’t wanna try that again,” he says, voice holding an eery calmness as his hold grows painful, fingertips pressing into your flesh. “just relax.”

a sudden sensation ripples through you as rafe reaches for the button on your shorts, popping it swiftly and sighing when the demon falls to the ground. your thighs push against your other, the confidence that once filled your body dwindling.

his fingers glide beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, forcing his hand between your folds and finding the nub that makes your thighs flex and a your mouth fall open with a gasp.

the blond presses his lips to yours again, hungrily moving against them as his fingers prod at your opening that drips around his fingers.

“rafe,” you panic, body tensing as his arms hooks under your knee.

“i said relax,” he breathes, using his free hand to shove his own shorts down, exposing himself. “don’t pretend to don’t want this. didn’t you hear how wet you are?”

he pushes into you with a lewd moan, stretching your walls with his hardened cock. “y’always acting like you don’t want me,” he mumbles, hips rocking against you.

your breath hitches as his nose nudges the side of your neck, feeling like your body’s betraying you with its reaction. “rafe, please, stop.”

he thrusts into you harshly, nestling his entirety into your pulsing cunt either each movement. your vision goes hazy, mouth falling open with airy whimpers.

“pushing me away like a stuck-up bitch, like i’m not what’s best for you. like i can’t give you what you need.” he chuckles when you whine again, trembling as you fight to stand, “look at you now.”

[prettybabybaby]

tw: drunk reader, gaslighting, noncon but not fully described.

waking up one morning after getting shitfaced with rafe and the guys. he always takes care of you when you're drunk. no one questions it at this point when he drags your stumbling body into seclusion. this morning though, you can't shake the feeling that something bad happened.

you can't fully remember what happened but there is enough hazy memories to make you feel a certain way. blurry thoughts of rafe putting you down on your bed, the weight of his body on top of you, him murmuring in your ear, a cloudy memory of his face looking down on you. when you stand, in between your thighs aches and you can't help but walk crooked. your mind can't help but wonder if something happened last night.

so you try to avoid rafe and the others for the day. not showing up at the country club like you were supposed to. having your mom tell them you feel sick. as the day goes by, you still remember more things that just don't sit right. that he was too close last night and doing things he shouldn't. anytime a thought comes, you try to fight it off. rafe always takes care of you. everyone jokes about how rafe fights guys off who try to approach you when your wasted. because he cares about you. loves you.

as night comes, you lay down and try to think of what you'll do tomorrow. then your door opens up and you see rafe coming in with a wary smile. your mom let him in after he brought stuff to make you feel better when you were sick - see, rafe is always looking out for you. he talks with you but the conversation is hard. you just don't feel right and eventually, you tell him why.

if you hadn't been looking for excuses to make yourself feel better, you would've noticed how obviously rafes' heart dropped. swallowing down his guilt and worry while he shuts your door (and locks it). palms getting sweatier the more you describe to him what you recall. he sits down, rambling out reasons why you're wrong.

rafe would never touch you like that. he only touches you to clean you up because you are such a messy drunk. really, you got so shitfaced, - like you always do - your lucky rafe took care of you. most friends would find that annoying. not rafe though. because he loves you. think how many times he's cleaned you up after you spilt a drink on yourself. or held your hair back while you threw up. you're probably misremembering because of a show you watched. too much svu. it's alright, though, because rafe will forgive you.

so you believe him. you hug him and start apologizing, feeling so guilty for what you just accused him of. he's your best friend! how could you be so naive? rafe must be right. you were just being dramatic. he always takes care of you. i mean, if rafe did it last night, surely you'd remember him doing it before.

right?

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right.

rafe would never lie to you. but the memories get clearer the longer you think about them despite how much you try to push them away. they're still foggy, but it's like you can still feel the ghost of invasive touches on your skin, feel the harsh grip on your tender thighs, and hear panting and possessive mumbling in your ears. but it was just your drunken imagination, you have nothing to be concerned about.

though, the next time you go to a party you're wary of his proximity and the constant refills of your drinks. you try to brush off the feelings again, letting yourself indulge. you fall into his arms like normal and let him haul you away with a simple, "that's enough for tonight."

but you're not drunk enough this time, feeling rafe recline the seat. you're limp in his arms as he lifts your hips to slide off your panties, playing with your swelling mound as he kisses up and down your neck. the sound of his belt rings in your ears as your weak hands graze his strong arms, a whine slipping out of you instead of the intended protest. why would rafe do this?

the waves of pleasure as he sinks into you, snapping his hips once your walls have stretched have you gripping his shoulders. your cunt pulses around him as he bends over you, "my good girl. mine."

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Mean Rafe with a maid/working for the Cameron’s reader 🥹

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content: noncon, dark!rafe, fem!maid!reader

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you're just trying to make it through university, working like a dog all summer until you finally landed the well-paying job working for the cameron's. you leave the house sparkling, happy to receive praise from your employers as they hand you your payment.

the only downside of the job is rafe who sends a chill up your spine whenever he's near you. you know what's coming as the day reaches its end, silence and darkness filling the large home. rafe always catches you before you can leave, whether that's in your car or when you tip-toe past his bedroom.

his hands wrap around your hair as he pulls you towards him, disapproving of how you tried to get away before you could give him what he was "entitled to". you get paid too much to simply clean after the family, you owe them more than that.

he's always rough and aggressive when he fucks you, hands around your neck or tangled in your hair, colliding with the rippling flesh of your ass or your burning cheeks. you shamefully drip around him every time he pins you down and forces himself into you. you sob as he shoots insults your way, making sure to threaten you when your pleas and moans get too loud, reminding you of how easy it would be to get you fired and ruin your reputation. he leaves you cold and used, satisfied or unsatisfied he doesn't care as long as he gets off.

[prettybabybaby]

don't have to ask me twice. i'm still rafe obsessed. i love the idea of his dad encouraging his obsessive tendencies toward his girlfriend because she has helped rafe get sober/more mature. like ward and rose are just fully enabling it. posing themselves as surrogate parents but really hoping to trap her with rafe.

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"we're just so grateful for you," rose says with a tight smile. you stand by the door, anger and frustration still in the forefront of your mind. you had fought with rafe mere minutes prior, an explosive argument that resulted in teary-eyes masked with anger on both ends. you stormed off as soon as the white powder came out, a loud slam announcing your departure. there was no way ward and rose hadn't heard it.

"he's been so much better, you know? he has his... moments... you know how he gets. you're so good for him, he just has some things he needs to get over. and with you, i know he'll get there. eventually." ward's eyes bounce between yours.

"you just need to be patient," rose places a hand on your shoulder, "more patient."

"i am patient," you say, unable to keep the words down. you look from rose to ward, feeling noting the odd look in their eyes. "i'm very patient."

"i'll talk to him again," ward nods slowly, "just... make sure he doesn't do anything stupid until i do."

[prettybabybaby]

Plssss more boxer!Rafe i’m amazed 😍

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"rafe..." you cup his beaten face, a crease in your brows and a pout on your lips. your thumb brushes the bandage you applied on the fresh cut surrounded by a blooming bruise on his cheekbone. his skin is hot and dewy, breathing rough and shallow from the match.

it had been particularly brutal, rafe's fury clear in the way his arms swung and collided with the body of his opponent, harming whatever inch of flesh he could. a scowl was etched on his face all night, deepening as he warmed up, gaze glued to his opponents sleazy advances and wandering eyes.

the more rafe watched you, the more possessive he seemed to get, a hellish fire igniting within him whenever some undeserving loser got a little too close. you were oblivious, of course, giving them the same sweet smile you gave everyone -- except rafe. he had been making progress building trust and affection. your smiles and your tone were now a little softer, your eyes more focused and adoring, your touch somehow gentler as you fixed him up.

he couldn't help the aggression, the strength of his hits fueled by spite for the man who had spoken too flirtatiously. his opponent had managed to throw a few punches but the adrenaline within rafe's body left him unaffected as he swung with unrelenting fervor.

satisfaction filled in his heart when you walked right past the other man, your warm touch taking him away as you always did. he loved it when you doted on him, tended to him like he was all that mattered.

"i'm fine," he murmurs, resting his hand on yours. "s'just a few scratches."

you shake your head, "you were bleeding, again."

"i've got you to take care of me, though, don't i?" he found your eyes, a playful grin on his lips.

you smile and nod, "f'course. i just hate seeing you hurt."

"i'm not," he says. your expression is still skeptical as you sigh, another pout on your pillowy lips and he glances at them. "well," he pauses, "maybe one other place."

he doesn't have to look up to see the worry. "where?"

"here," he says, tilting his head upwards to bring your attention to his recovering split lip.

"oh," you look taken aback. you've never kissed rafe, always pulling a way before his lips could reach yours. you look lost in thought as you stare into his blue eyes. finally your eyes flicker to his lips, taking in the pink color that lines the arches and his enticing, plush bottom lip. rafe watches your pupils grow and the fluttering of your lashes, a bubbling in his stomach.

you're wordless as you lean in, shutting your eyes as your lips brush his with the slightest pressure. you shudder and rafe almost mirrors you as he pushes back into you when you start to pull away, eager to kiss you properly after the taste he had been given.

you taste of artificial cherry, remnants of the bright red sucker you held in your mouth as you followed the moves of the boxers. his tongue invaded your mouth, deepening the dizzying kiss.

his fingers brushed your bare waist and trailed your spine, savoring the feel of your warm skin and the taste of your tongue. you exhaled shakily, beginning to separate your mouths. rafe used his other hand to hold your head near his own, not willing to let you slip too far away.

"much better," he smiles, pleased at the way you look down, embarrassment clear in your features.

[prettybabybaby]

all i’ve thought of today is reader being gaslit by dark!cameron siblings and the only person i knew that’d understand is you Belle 😭

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you're right. i do. they're PROFESSIONAL gaslighters.

rafe always makes you feel crazy and like you're being overdramatic. sighing through his nose and tapping his temples as he uses a tone that makes you feel like an idiot or a child. or he'll cry and say he was a victim too, but most of the time he takes a more aggressive, violent route.

sarah twist things making it seem like it was all your fault and you're one in the wrong. you hurt her. or she'll say she had no choice. either way she uses the softest voice and the cutest eyes that make you feel terrible for making her so upset.

you end up apologizing to the both of them <3

[prettybabybaby]

rafe cries and guilt trips the fuck out of you when you try to break up with him

[prettybabybaby]

I feel like rafe would put a tracker on his gfs car or phone and then instigate the hell out of her whenever she goes anywhere 😭

you're so right, he would.

he'd constantly text you, trying to see if you'll tell him the truth when you go somewhere you're not allowed to go. or he get annoyed with you because, why didn't you just ask him for a ride? he would've taken you anywhere you wanted to go and you sneak off on your own?

[prettybabybaby]

rafe would just be obsessed with you and never give up no matter how many times you tell him that you don’t like him

o ! with kook!reader who’s his friend but also a little bit of a bimbo and doesn’t understand the severity of the situation. maybe she even thinks he’s messing around and laughs it off because it’s so funny to her that rafe thinks he has a shot

[prettybabybaby]

okay but rafe and sarah making a game of who can make you cum the most...