#step bro rafe cameron

[rafecameronsslxt]

Forbidden Touch

Stepbrother! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, Taboo themes, nicknames like stepbrother, p in v, light fingering, masturbating with panties, dirty talk.

A/N: This story is forbidden.

Masterlist

You’re officially a Cameron, a family you didn’t want to be a part of. 

   Ward Cameron is the devil himself, and his son couldn’t have been any worse. “Do you always dress like a slut?” He mumbled, watching your fork drop too loudly on the white plate, and you turned your head, looking at him with your mouth open and offended. “Didn’t know wearing shorts and a tank top was so slutty, Rafe.” You announced to the table, a cheap smile, making way while everyone tenses up. Rafe could only think of the many ways to use your mouth, how good your full red lips would look around his cock or the way your breast bounced when you walked around the house in a little tank top, leaving little to his imagination of what it would look like thrown onto his bedroom floor. 

   It wasn’t that you hated Rafe because you didn’t. Rafe was everything he shouldn’t have been in your eyes. First was his cold blue gaze, like you were under a microscope and the only person he could focus on most days, leaving your body warm and lustful, wishing for nothing but his lips on you. There are too many moments when he’d lay his veiny hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down painfully slow or accidentally grazing his thumb against your nipple, and he’d constantly whisper dirty things in your ear. Every word and touch was electricity.

   “Mom, Ward? Sarah?” You called out, tossing your keys onto the marble counter. When you didn’t get a response, you guessed no one was home, considering the large house was so quiet you could faintly hear a buzzing noise. You began, walking upstairs to your room before ceasing any motion because such sounds as moans were coming from your room. You twisted the silver door handle, opening the door quietly. Your forest green eyes widened at the sight of your stepbrother Rafe. Even if you made a noise, you doubted he would’ve heard. 

   Rafe’s eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, his face sweaty, his shorts dropped to your bedroom floor, and his boxers pushed down his firm thighs. He had your white lace panties wrapped around his cock, leaking with pre-cum, but his tip was still red as ever, waiting to be touched by someone that wasn’t himself. Eventually, you made your way to the bed; despite the mattress falling into your weight, he still didn’t notice until your smooth hands rubbed his thighs and removed his hands with yours. “I knew you were good for something.” As always, Rafe had to be arrogant. You gripped his erection tighter, realizing you’d been missing these panties for a month, stained with his cum. He hisses. “I didn’t realize you were going through my drawers and coming in my underwear.” You say while kissing his neck and your hand, speeding up, your panties already wet by Rafe. 

   This was wrong. You shouldn’t want to fuck your insanely hot stepbrother. It was forbidden and heavily looked down upon. “You like this, getting your stepbrother off and letting me cum in your panties.” He turned his head to look back at you, voice condescending, but his mouth was parted, and his lips curved upwards, waiting for yours to do the same like he knew you would. Instead, you grabbed onto his shoulders, pushing him back onto the mattress and then getting, swinging your leg to the other side of his thigh, so now you’re straddling him. You let him unbutton your denim shorts and take off your underwear.

   “I’ve thought about this for so long.” Then, you kiss Rafe; all that was there was lust and desire to be filled by one another. He runs his calloused hands under your top. His fingers pinching your perky nipples, and his hands curving and kneading your soft breasts. Rafe agrees, pulling your top off rather violently. You grind your bare pussy onto his painfully-looking erection that doesn’t seem to be, calming down anytime soon. He pulls off his shirt, showing his defined abs that make you feel like you’d burst.

   Rafe trails his fingers from over the curve of your breast to your pussy and glides his middle fingers along your slit. Rafe’s face is amused by your neediness and the fact you’re already wet, and he didn’t touch you nonetheless; Rafe pushes his middle finger into you, and your eyes roll back, unwarranted by the needed touch after so many months of teasing. “No one's home, right?” He asks, sliding his ring finger inside you as you shake your head quickly. His free hand grabs your face, forcing you to look into his piercing blue eyes. He pulls you in for a quick and hard kiss. “Such a slut for your stepbrother. Do you like getting fingered, hmm? I can’t explain how fucked out you look already, and we haven’t even started.” He says cunningly, his voice breathy and low, pushing you over the edge of release. Uncontrollable moans pour out from your lips as Rafe gently lets go of your face. Unfortunately, you don’t get enough time to recover when Rafe flips you onto your back, pressing into the velvety fabric of your bed. 

   Unprompted, Rafe thrusts into you. “Fuck- Rafe.” You cover your mouth quickly to stop the overflowing cries that cannot discontinue. Rafe intertwines your hands, pushing them to the sides of your head, and his thrust doesn’t get any slower instead, they become more rapid and rough. Each one hits new angles and derives a new noise you didn’t even know you could make. Every thrust is deep and propels your mind to the stars. Rafe shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, and you suck on them, swirling your tongue over every inch, tasting yourself, but his actions only drive you further into the way his dick curves you perfectly with each bottomless movement. 

   He grunts, takes his fingers out of your mouth and leans his head into the crook of your neck; hearing your moans so clearly has his head spinning. “You feel so fucking good. You know that?” More curses follow. You clench around him, head pushing into your bed, eyes closing quickly, and finally in a haze of pleasure as your legs shake uncontrollably. 

   Rafe thrusts once more into you, spilling his warm cum. He doesn’t pull out but instead kisses your swollen lips. “I like this already.” He says tiredly, giving you light kisses each second that you take greedily. 

   Your bodies are sweaty and slick against each other, leading you both into the shower. Rafe was more than soft with you since being tired, but that didn’t stop him from not touching you.

[blueicequeen19]

stepbro!rafe fucking you in school 🥵🥵🥵

Wicked Step Brother

Warnings: dub/con, blackmail, unprotected sex, cheating, stepcest

“Rafe, we have to hurry. Someone will hear.” You cry, his body molded to yours from behind as he fucks you. You had one foot propped up on the toilet paper dispenser, opening yourself up for him.

“Shh, I know.” Rafe buries his face in your neck, fucking you hard enough to rattle the stall. You couldn’t form a single thought. His cock touching you so deep inside that nothing else mattered but your rapidly approaching release.

“Imagine what your boyfriend would do if he found you fucking your step brother. Captain of the football team might not like that.” Rafe’s fingers find your clit, massaging you to your release as you bite back your screams. Rafe chuckles, slamming into you harder as he moves his hand to cover your mouth. Your cries and protests were muffled, falling on deaf ears as he continues to stretch you with a satisfied look in his blue eyes.

“I’m gonna cum inside you then I want you to let him fuck you.” You whimper, your nails digging into his thighs as he releases a moment later. He collapses against you, practically suffocating you as he fights to catch his breath, his release starting to drip down your thighs.

Finally, he pulls away and tucks himself away without a second glance in your direction.

“T-that was the last time.” You say, turning and grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wiping yourself clean. Rafe pauses at the stall door before turning to face you, his expression grim.

“That’s what you think.”

“I’m serious, Rafe! I’m not at your beck and call whenever you need a fuck. What if our parents found out? Or god forbid people at school.”

Rafe steps forward, your courage quickly dissolving as he takes your chin in his hand, glaring down at you with hard blue eyes.

“You think I care? You’re the one with the boyfriend.”

“Like I had a choice! You blackmailed me!” You try to turn away as he leans in, his lips brushing your neck as he inhales deeply.

“I think you rather like having your step brothers cock inside you. You like having your perfect feathers ruffled by me. You wouldn’t cum so hard if you didn’t.” His tongue meets your throat and you visibly shudder.

“I mean it, Rafe.” You bite out, pushing at his chest. He grins before moving his lips to your cheek and kissing you sweetly.

“Keep your bedroom door unlocked.” Rafe whispers.

Then he’s gone.

[stepbrorafe]

Movie Night - RC

summary : a sleepover w stepbro rafe takes a turn

warnings : swearing, stepcest, somnophilia(dubcon?), fingering, oral, idk idk

a/n : my first lil fic type deal on this acc :) feel free to send in reqs or comment opinions or just talk to me <3

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“What?” Rafe’s deep voice called out from the other side of the door.

You slowly twist the knob, pushing the door open, eyes instantly meeting his bare back as he leaned over his bed.

“I said ‘what’, I didn’t say come-“ He starts, cutting himself off as he turns to you.

You sheepishly smile, “Sorry, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe have a movie night?”

His eyebrows furrowed together, confusion plastering itself across his face. Your smile slightly falters as he doesn’t respond for a moment.

“Where’s Sarah and Wheezie?” He questions, as they’re who you usually hang out with.

“Wheezie’s sleeping, Sarah’s where she always sneaks off to anymore.” You mumble, “Just figured maybe me and you could have a sleepover or something. It’s okay though.”

He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to have a movie night with you. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want even more than that. He absolutely loves whenever you’re around, yet he hates it at the same time.

He can’t help but drink in the way you move, the way you speak, the way you seem so innocent yet so naughty. In all honesty, his believing you have a naughty side is purely delusional. You’ve done nothing of the sort to incline you’re anything but innocent. Maybe that’s what it is though. Maybe he just wants to prove that you can be a slut. A slut for him.

Just as you’re turning around to leave, his voice stops you, “What are we watching?”

Your lips twist up in a smile, one that he has to purse his lips from mirroring. You close the door, sauntering over to his bed in your short little bottoms and thin tank top.

“We can watch whatever.” You say, crawling into his bed.

His eyes bore into the way you make yourself comfortable on his blankets, your smooth legs crossing along his bed. He swallows the accumulating saliva, flicking the light off and joining you.

He grabs the remote from his nightstand, passing it to you to choose a movie, stating, “Anything but a chick flick.”

The giggle falls from your lips so effortlessly, causing him to clear his throat and avert his eyes from you.

The night progresses with several movies before you find yourself sound asleep beside Rafe. He isn’t so lucky as sleep refuses to wash over him.

Instead, he’s left staring at you while you snooze. Your cheeks are slightly squished, causing your lips to form into a pout. Your long lashes rest on your cheeks, casting shadows along your skin. Your hair falls into your face, and he can’t help but brush it behind your ear, letting his fingers linger momentarily.

His eyes lower, taking in the way your cleavage is on show as your tank top is bunched below your tits. Your collarbones so prominent, the soft moonlight, shining through from the window, hitting them with a cool glow.

His gaze continues down your body, boring into the skin of your stomach showing as your shirt rides up. It also reveals the waistband of your small shorts. The shorts that barely cover the curve of your ass. In fact, he can see it clear as day. His eyes rake down the rest of you, soaking in the way your plump thighs damn near swallow your bottoms. Your smooth legs resting atop of one another, begging to be spread.

He can’t help the growing of his cock, now straining against his boxers, aching to be released. He lets out a breath, his eyes closing as he revels in the dirty fantasies he’s having.

He so badly wants to pull your legs apart and kiss you through the fabric of your shorts. He wants to squeeze your tits as he buries himself in you, swallowing all the pretty little sounds you make.

He lets out a hiss as his hand rests on his covered cock, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, seeking relief.

Before he can stop himself, he’s scooting closer to you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him. He has to hold back a groan as your ass presses into his bulge.

Completely oblivious the state he’s in, you push back ever further, enjoying the cuddles from your stepbrother.

His hand slides down to your exposed stomach, rubbing small patterns into the skin, taking notice in the way goosebumps form beneath his touch. He can’t help but smirk at that.

You let out a soft hum, still in a deep unconscious state. His hand slowly trails higher, traveling up your torso. His hand halts when he feels your boob. You’re not wearing a bra.

He almost groans at the thought, convincing himself that you did it on purpose. That you want him to touch you. And so he does.

His hand fully engulfs your bare tit, squeezing it so firmly. You stir in your sleep, rolling onto your back. His eyes glimmer at the access you’re unknowingly giving him.

He pinches your hard nipple before removing his hand, and sliding it to the waistband of your shorts. Without hassle, his fingers poke into your bottoms, trailing further down. He tosses his head back at the notion of you not wearing any panties either. You’re practically begging to be fucked.

Taking in your sleeping figure, he lets his fingers go lower, sliding over your bare lips, groaning when he feels your arousal seeping through.

“I knew you were a slut.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

His fingers prod at your slit, pushing your lips open as he rubs you up and down. You let out a small, almost inaudible, moan from the feeling.

Rafe licks his lips, slowly circling your clit with two fingers. He can feel your body slightly tremble against him. Without a second thought, his fingers slide down to your entrance, pushing into you.

The action makes your body jump, instantly pulling you from your dreamy state. Your eyes flutter a few times, taking in what’s happening. Your heart rate picks up and your eyes widen, acknowledging the fact that your stepbrother has his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

“Rafe!” You gasp, attempting to push his hand away.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He whispers into your ear, his opposite hand holding you in place.

“W-what are you doing?” You panic, your body tensing as he continues to fuck his digits into you.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He quips, curling his fingers into your spongy walls.

It pulls a moan from you, one that you try to hide away as your cheeks burn bright with embarrassment.

You shake your head, “Stop. This is wrong, you’re my brother.”

“Stepbrother.” He corrects through gritted teeth.

His pace speeds up, the squelching sound filling in the room. Your brows knit together as you bite back your moans, the feeling being all too pleasurable.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He breathes against you. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”

Your mind races with a million thoughts a second, yet you feel blank at the same time. There’s no denying how good you feel right now, and how attracted you’ve felt towards Rafe. You always swallowed those feelings down, knowing it’s not right. But right here, right now, you don’t seem to care about anything else other than the feeling of his fingers working you.

“No, no.” You moan, your back arching. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, “That’s my girl.”

Next thing you know, he’s in between your legs, tongue lapping at your wetness as his fingers thrust in and out of you. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands as you buck your hips into his face while soft moans fall from your lips. You can practically feel his smirk as he pulls you closer.

“Taste so good, sound so pretty.” He coos, sucking up your juices. “Always knew you’d be a mess for me.”

You whine at his words, feeling your orgasm sneaking up on you. It doesn’t take long. His lips puckering around your clit and sucking harshly brings you over the edge. The guilt you have for letting him touch you dissipates as euphoria floods your veins. Your body convulses, legs shaking as you let go. He moans against your pussy, devouring everything you have to give him.

You’re left panting, coming down from the delicious high he gave you. He sits up, licking your remaining arousal from his lips. Scooting back up next to you, he pulls you into him once more, burying his face in your hair.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, still breathless.

“Thought you wanted to have a sleepover.” He mumbles, leaving you in a state of shock at what just took place.

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tags : @sunkissedrafe @wickedtactics @bunnycvnts @butterflyoceandreams

[rafesgoldrings]

Warning: This is a lot more of a dark piece. there’s a lot of manipulation, dub con, stepcest, drug usage, naive reader, language, Dark Rafe, and fingering. Do not read if any of this is triggering to you or you are not 18 and above

Step Bro!Rafe telling Bimbo!Step Sis!Reader that he’s the only one in the family that’s really looking out for you. That you can’t go out dressed like a whore because then the boys will stare at you and get the wrong idea, that you should always wear one of his shirts when you’re out because then everyone will know not to mess with you, they’ll know who you belong to…what family you belong to.

That he’s special enough for you to dress like that, but only around him and you don’t want to upset him right? Pulling you into his lap when it’s just the two of you and he’s doing lines, pushing you to do one with him. When you say no because ‘drugs are bad for you Rafey’, he frowns at you and says he gets it. You don’t trust him enough, you don’t care about him enough to do this for him after he’d done everything for you, that he thought you were different than the rest of this family. Your eyes would tear up because you made him sad, telling him you were sorry and if it made him happy you would. He’d subtly smirk at your eagerness, the tears streaming down your face as you begged him for the coke. But you weren’t going to snort it, no no no that wasn’t good enough for a pretty girl like you. He’d scoop some on his pinky and rub it onto your gums, telling you that you’re such a good girl. When it started kicking in, his hands would roam up the small night slip you had on. Gripping your inner thighs harshly as he spread them apart on his lap and shifted you forward some so that your cunt was more accessible. Your arousal would drip onto his pants, you’d whine that you were sorry for being so bad and making a mess. He’d tell you it was okay, just means you really trust him and are excited. You tell him it hurts, that it’s throbbing and uncomfortable to just sit still. He’d tell you he can fix that, but only if you trust him enough to let him, and of course you do. He was the only one looking out for your safety, the only one that really cared about you, so he’d drag his fingers to your tiny thong and rip it off before smearing your arousal around. His thumb would rub at your clit to make sure you were ready before sliding two fingers inside you, your cunt clenching tightly around them as you let out a high pitched whine and threw your head back. “That feel good?” he’d mutter, lips attaching to your neck. You’d manage to moan out a yes, telling him it feels so good and you want more. He’d add a third finger and watch as you squirmed around before finally coming undone all over his hand, his name falling from your lips in a soft whimper. Once you had came down, he’d pull his fingers out and suck them clean telling you how fucking sweet you taste. Then telling you nobody could know about this, it would be your little secret. Something special only for the two of you, that he could teach you all sorts of ways to make you feel good if you let him. And you being the eager, slutty, dumb step sister you were, you happily agreed.

[starkeyisthelastname]

stepbro!rafe who’s so pussy whipped and he doesn’t even realize till he accidentally cums inside

Rafe Cameron’s mind had always been a messed up and as “normal” as he tried to act most of the time, he found himself wanting to do nasty things with his step-sister of all people. The same sister that was sweeter than Sarah if that could even be possible. He felt that it was his job to guide you and teach you things your naive 19 year old self didn’t know anything about. Sure Ward could show you the ropes on how to be financially responsible and invest your money to make more, but he wanted to teach how to take a real dick.

It was easy to get you reeled in, now that you were truly stepping into the adult world you became curious about sex and even being nearly the same age he was more experienced than you. It didn’t take much to find himself in your room every night, fingers buried inside your tight cunt as he stretched you out.

It was when he pushed himself inside you for the first time that he completely lost it. He couldn’t help but let out a few small groans, eyes rolling back as he focused on just how tight you wrapped around him. “Shit…” He breathed out, blue eyes coming back to watch you.

“Rafey…” You whimpered, voice fragile as your step-brother’s huge cock began to thrust in and out of you. You knew this had to be wrong somehow, but you loved Rafe and put all your trust into him. (That was just your naive mistake.)

Rafe was selfish, wanting to enjoy it for him. Sure he hoped it made you feel good, but right now this was the best pussy he had ever had the pleasure of being in. “Shh.. alright? Don’t fucking start whining. Just take it like a good girl.” He rasped out in that nasally rich boy tone.

You wanted to make Rafe proud and that’s exactly what you were going to do by laying there and taking it. It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure and your lower stomach was feeling funny the harder he pounded your sopping hole. Your long lashes fluttered close, quiet moans leaving your mouth as you tried not to be loud.

Rafe was having a hard time staying composed. How dare his step-sister have a cunt this magical? He was losing his pride each passing moment the more you squeezed him and the more he thrusted in. He was becoming completely pussy whipped for you and his frustration had his hand around your throat in seconds.

Your eyes immediately shot open at the metal ring digging into your neck as he brutally fucked you. You felt as if you should be scared, but you felt quite opposite. It turned you on, made you clench around his dick as you creamed around him. Your smaller hand came to rest on his own that was against your throat, mouth opening in a hoarse whine.

“Make a mess on your step-bro’s dick. Yeah…you are a freak aren’t you? Getting off on being choked and getting dicked down.” He rasped out, turned on more than he ever had been.

Rafe was sure he had just fallen in love. Of course it was his step-sister of all people. The way you looked right now. The way you felt right now. He had never came inside any girl raw, but there you were coming down from an intense orgasm looking so fucking beautiful. His eyes darkened, staring down at you through slits as his seed painted your insides white. He didn’t even know that he had just exploded inside of you until he heard you whimper at the new feeling.

[antxlss]

north face jacket

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: while at a party at the boneyard, rafe gives you his jacket. you took it even though you aren’t very fond of him. this led to things you would’ve never imagined.

warnings: suggestive comments

words: 1.2k

a/n: i’ve been inspired by this jacket because rafe looks so hot in it. as always, thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, enjoy!

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my friend sarah begged me all week long to come to this kegger with her today. so i finally caved and decided to go. i’m not much of a party person, but what harm would one kegger do?

i was currently waiting on my porch. sarah, topper (her boyfriend), and rafe (her brother) were coming by to pick me up.

i grew up with sarah so i know rafe. it’s safe to say he’s not my favorite person in the world. he always picked on sarah and i when i would come over. normal asshole older brother things. ever since i’ve gotten older he’s taken a liking in me. flirting with me every chance he gets. i turn him down, obviously. he’s my best friends brother. i couldn’t do that to her. but god is he hot. but i know that’s just something i can’t do, so i ignore his advances.

after about 5 minutes of waiting on the porch topper’s truck pulls up. i step back and crack my front door open and let my parents know i’m leaving.

i walked up to the truck and saw through the windows that topper was driving, obviously. so naturally sarah was in the passenger seat, topper’s hand resting comfortably on her thigh. i opened the back door and there in all his glory sat rafe. i sat down and buckled in. we were off to the boneyard for a fun night.

the ride there wasn’t out of the ordinary, mostly just me and sarah talking out of our asses about whatever we thought of. the boys had their own conversation about how many birdies they’d had at their last golf match.

we finally arrived and the party was already in full swing. pogues, kooks, and tourons alike were all drinking out of red solo cups and dancing to music being blasted out of a single bluetooth speaker. we hopped out of the truck. all four of us standing at the edge of the fun.

“uh, so, what first?” topper asked.

“drinks, duh?” i said in an obvious tone. i made my way to the keg, topper, sarah, and rafe following behind me.

i reached the keg and generously filled my cup with the cheap beer. i downed half my cup before filling it back up. i made my way over to a clear spot where i unrolled a blanket i had packed. i sat down taking off my shoes and digging my feet in the soft sand. sarah, topper, and rafe came and sat down on the blanket as well.

“guys, let’s go dance.” sarah suggested, scrambling to her feet, her cup of beer still in hand.

i jumped to my feet “i’m in.”

sarah looked to topper and held her hand out. he gave her a look. “do i have to?”

she gave him her signature puppy dog eyes and within a second he was on his feet.

we all started heading closer to the group of dancing people when topper suddenly turned around.

“rafe, you coming bro?” he asked.

rafe waved his hand dismissively. “i’m going to get more beer man.”

with that we all continued to the “dance floor.” as soon as i got in the group, i felt all of their energy. i started dancing, downing my beer. grinding on guys i’d never talked to and probably never will. it was so electrifying.

after a few songs, i stepped out of the group to refill my cup when i saw someone staring at me.

rafe.

his eyes were following me as i went to the keg, as i refilled my drink, as i continued dancing. it’s like i could feel his eyes tracing down every curve of my body. he studied the way i moved it to the beat of the music. he watched every hand that accidently grazed me. his eyes bore into any and every guy that grabbed my waist and danced on me.

i watched as he walked back over to the blanket i had laid down earlier. i decided i was gonna say something to him.

i walked up to him, towering over him as he sat on the blanket. “are you done eye-fucking me yet?” i snapped.

“well, not really, i was kinda enjoying myself.” he replied with a smirk.

i plopped down beside him, the alcohol i had consumed catching up to me. “you’re disgusting.”

“i know you like when i say things like that to you.” he remarked.

i rolled my eyes and shivered as a gust of chilly wind blew by. my crop top and shorts weren’t doing me much good.

“are you shivering because you’re nervous from being around me, or are you cold?” rafe asked.

“i’m cold you dipshit.” i sneered.

i felt warm, fuzzy fabric drape over my shoulders. i glared over my shoulder to see rafe holding his north face jacket onto my body.

“what’s with the face, i’m just trying to keep you warm.” he argued.

“stop hitting on me.” i snapped.

“why?” he questioned.

“you know why. i’m your sisters best friend. i’m off limits. plus i don’t like you anyways.”

“whatever, just take the goddamn jacket before you get a cold or some shit.” he ordered.

i slipped my arms through the jacket, taking in the scent of expensive cologne, savoring the warmth “thanks.” i mumbled.

“you look hot in my clothes.” he smirked.

i reached over and smacked him on the arm. “i hate you.”

i know he’s off limits. i know i’m supposed to hate him. but no matter how hard i try, i just can’t. it was probably the alcohol, but before i even know what i’m doing i reach out and i grab his face. i crash his lips on to my own.

the kiss is sweet and passionate. like we’ve both been waiting for this for a long time. i feel his hands drop to my waist. i move mine to wrap behind his neck. i swing my leg over, straddling his legs, sitting in his lap. he finally breaks the kiss for air.

he presses our forheads together. both of us out of breath.

“i knew you liked me.” he teased.

i giggled letting my head drop to his shoulder.

“sarah, come on!” i heard topper yell.

“shit.” i quickly jumped off of rafe and casually sat off to the side of him. sarah and topper were walking up to us.

“guys, we are ready to go.” sarah groaned.

“yeah, okay.” i stumbled over my words, still shaken up about earlier.

rafe and i both got up and i shook out my blanket and folded it up. we all made our way back to topper’s truck. i grabbed rafe’s arm letting sarah and topper get ahead of us. i start taking off his jacket when he stopped me.

“keep it. it looks better on you.” he whispered.

i smiled. “you’re such a dork.”

“meet me in my room tonight” rafe knew i was staying the night with sarah, and i had some ideas of why he wanted me in his room.

“okay.” i replied. i pecked his lips and ran forward to catch up with topper and sarah.

what am i getting myself into?

[princessbrunette]

puppy!reader trying to break up with rafe or just distancing herself because she overheard someone saying they couldn’t understand how rafe could be with a pogue and it hurts her feelings and has her overthinking :( (obviously rafe later on gets her to tell him who said that and he deals with it)

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he was used to you being all over him. if you weren’t constantly yapping in his ear, you were using him like a climbing frame, subtly rubbing your needy cunt on his leg or trying to stick a body part of his in your mouth. so, the difference in your behaviour all of a sudden was palpable.

you’d been at the country club. not particularly because you liked it there, you knew despite recently joining the kook life people still saw you as less than — but you had to say, the icecream they served was top notch, and you wouldn’t keep yourself away despite being told off plenty of times by rafe for overdoing it on the sugar and then getting hyperactive.

you step away from the counter with your cone, smiling to yourself at the small victory when your ears picks up on a conversation round the corner. you stop in your tracks, realising it’s about you.

“i mean she’s definitely hot, i’ll give him that. in like, a weird way. she’s got the whole ‘fuck me daddy’ thing going on, you know. she’s helpless. rafes gotta be fuckin’ her.” a kook you didn’t even recognise comments, sipping at his beer.

“dont be weird, bro.” another turns his nose up.

“its true! i dont care man, i know rafe — he fuckin’ hates pogues, he wouldn’t be caught dead with one, ‘specially not one as obvious as her. the girls a mess, and mommy and daddy suddenly coming into money ain’t gonna change that about her.”

your heart sinks as you continue to listen to the berating. in the north carolina heat, icecream didn’t stay structurally sound for long — and you’re only dragged out of your eavesdropping session when the dome of strawberry icecream slides straight off its podium, splatting on the floor besides your sandals, leaving you with just the cone in your hand. you stare down at it, barely registering the loss.

you’d overthought it— something rather uncommon of you. when a few hours had passed, and rafe hadn’t had you hurtling through his front door with a ladybug on your finger or something of the sorts, he actually wondered where you might be— so he showed up at your door.

you wasn’t expecting him. he never chased you, always letting you come to him first — but something felt off, and his curiosity got the better of him.

“w—what is this, you not comin’ over to bother me today?” he shakes his head and your brows crease, staring at the eldest cameron in your doorway.

“no…” you reply quietly, even going the extra length to avoid his eyes. you weren’t trying to be obvious about it, but you couldn’t help that you were upset. he stares at you for a moment, unnerved by your unusual mood.

“…well can i come in or what?”

you allow him, purely because despite your mood you didn’t like to be impolite.

“whats up with you? i already told you to stop watchin’ those animal planet documentaries, kid. they upset you, alright i—”

“i wasn’t.” you snap, and he looks over — your tone grabbing his attention from wandering around your living room, seeing you standing in the corner clutching yourself like you didn’t know what to do. you were so used to being all over him that standing by yourself felt odd.

he scratches his cheek awkwardly, eyes flickering over you. “shit, you mad at me or somethin’?”

slowly, you sit down on the couch, tucking your feet beneath you.

“i’m just trying to give you space.”

he huffs a laugh out from his chest, thinking you’re joking — but his smile fades a little when he sees that you’re not. “yeah? you were all over me yesterday, now what — you shy?”

“i’m a pogue.” you raise your voice over his just a tad, bringing your knees to your chest. the statement catches him off guard, and he sways awkwardly on the spot, watching you.

“yeah no shit. so what.” he drawls, and his agreement stings.

“you hate pogues. so… you hate me.” you draw the conclusion and he fights an eyeroll, walking over to where you’re sat briskly.

“listen if i hated you you’d fuckin’ know about it, alright? i don’t hate you. you’re a pain in my ass, but… but nah.” he shakes his head, settling down on the seat next to you and pushing his hair back, not enjoying the idea of being vulnerable. it made him a little uncomfortable. “where… where is this coming from anyways? since when did you give a shit ‘bout all that?”

“since the people at the club were saying stuff.” you mutter, and now he’s really invested. his head snaps towards you, arm freezing in the air from pushing his hair out of his face. he could tolerate the weird moods, but he wouldn’t tolerate people disrespecting you or him.

“huh?”

your lip starts to tremble at the memory, voice growing higher as you speak. “there was a group of boys, and they were saying i was a mess and that im nothing and that you had to be fucking me because that’s the only thing i could offer you and i dropped my icecream and—”

“what?” he turns his whole body towards you as you let out a quiet sob, wide eyes darting between your wet one.

“i dropped my icecream!”

“no— kid, who was saying this shit?” his outrage is somewhat comforting and you sniffle, wiping your snotty nose on the back of your hand.

“i don’t know his name. he had a green shirt on.”

he leans back in his seat for a moment, wiping hands down his face — a little frustrated with your inability to identify the culprits. he pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, realising it’s not your fault — and you were already upset. sighing out his nose, he looks at you once more, shuffling as close to you as he can.

“quit listenin’ to nobodies at the club, a’ight? you… you think people don’t say shit about me? running their mouth about my private business? they — they do, alright— but what i don’t do is cry about it n’let them think they won. i handle that shit, like i’m gonna handle this.”

you blink at him, hanging onto his every word. you really were adorable, and as much as he’ll never admit it, his heart softens at how sweet you were by nature. you didn’t deserve to be picked on by people that weren’t him.

“how do you know who they are?” you tilt your head, really emulating a puppy and he presses his lips together, shrugging a shoulder and shaking his head.

“uh, you’re gonna point ‘em out next time we go to the club. i’ll… i’ll handle it from there.”

you nod, hating that you’ve caused any kind of conflict at all, eyes drifting towards as you burrow yourself into thoughts of guilt. before you can think too much, rafe grips your jaw — meaning well, but still carrying that boyish roughness. “hey. you’re my girl, alright? i don’t let shit slide.”

he’d never called you his girl before, so instantly — you’re all sniffly smiles, launching at him to clamber onto his lap once more.

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[4rafe]

INNOCENCE || R. CAMERON

warnings; !!not proofread!!, drugs & using of them, alcohol, partying

୨ৎ drugdealer!rafe x innocent!reader

— masterlist

you danced the night away at the party at tannyhill that rafe was hosting with your friends as you held a cup of a red beverage, "fruit punch" that was given to you by a couple of rafes friends.

you had been away from him for too long so you stumbled your way through the crowds of drunk people and blinding lights that hung around tannyhill, trying to find your boyfriend, rafe.

you called out his name softly as loud as you could in hopes for his response, "rafey!!" you yelled as you stumbled and your dress started to come up, exposing the bottom of your ass while drops of your drink fell out of your cup.

when you yelled your voice echoed through the house, which ended up catching some of rafes friends attention especially barry. he hit rafes shoulder, getting his attention. "yo, your girl s’callin for you bro" rafe raised his head from the line of cocaine on the table that all of them had been doing.

he saw you stumble through the group of dancing people that stood a couple feet infront; basically pushing them out of the way on your hunt to find rafe. when he saw your doe eyes and pouty lip he knew you had been looking for him, "baby, c'mere" he yelled to you, voice trailing off as he brought one leg out and pat it signaling for you to come sit.

the sound of his voice calling for you made you gravitate towards him, every step you took you felt the cold hard floor ground beneath your bare feet. before the party started, you insisted on wearing your pretty pink heels but rafe told you not since he knew they would hurt your feet and which they did, hence why you walked around barefoot for the rest of the night.

you walked up to him, stumbling, "rafeyy! i missed you" you had said to him all giggly and smiley. as you sat your exposed ass down on rafes leg, he noticed your dress was sliding up so he adjusted it down; keeping you covered up. "well, looks like you've had sum’ fun tonight, baby." he said to you with a chuckle and you giggled at his response.

you noticed the line of white stuff on the table that they had been doing, you pointed at it, "oohh, is that sugar?? i want some!!" you said all excited, basically jumping on rafes leg. he wrapped his arm around your waist, protecting you from falling off so you dont end up hurting yourself. "’right, calm down a bit there, dear."

you had too much to drink of your "fruit punch", which made you really excited, giggly and smiley; doing everything all at once and one after the other. you continued to sit on rafes leg, turning to him and leaning down to wrap your arms around his neck, laying your head on his shoulder. "rafey, i love you" you giggled and smiled softly into his neck. a few moments you mumbled to yourself, and played with the ends of his hair as you started to slowly drift off.

rafe noticed your quietness which showed you were falling asleep so he picked you up, straddling both your legs around his waist for extra support and putting both his hands just beneath your ass. he stood infront of the couch that barry and the rest of his friends sat on, "wrap this shit up and get these people outta’ my house" rafe demanded of barry, and which he did.

he brought you up the stairs, bringing you to his bedroom so you could rest comfortably. he laid you down on the bed, moving his comforter out of the way so he could take off your clothes so you were comfy. he untied the strings that wrapped around your legs from the pink heels and took them off and from there he worked his way up to your dress.

rafe made you sit up as he untied your lacey bow on the back of your dress and brought your dress up over your head and face, taking it off for you. "there we go," he mumbled to himself, giving him the clarification that he got your clothes off so you could sleep comfortable through the night and wouldnt have to worry about it in the morning.

with your dress and heels off finally, he placed the comforter over you and tucked you in. rafe gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, "goodnight, m’princess" he said to you softly. as he started to walk away you opened your eyes and held out your hand, "rafey, please stay with me" you pleaded of him with a pouty lip.

hearing your plead, he turned and came back to you. he placed his hand on yours and kept a tight grip as he sat down on the bed next to you as he waited for you to fall asleep.

[dark-fics-4-you]

step bro rafe who plays football or hockey. idk it just seems hot🙏

Number One Fan

I’m gonna combine this with this request: Something with step bro rafe where the reader calls him rafey and it turns him on but she doesn’t know…

(This can be read as a continuation of my previous step bro!Rafe fic, but i’m not sure if I want to make a bunch of drabbles or one connected narrative so we’ll see what happpens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Warnings: drinking, relationship between step siblings, rafe is having unpure thoughts👀

The stadium was packed with college students and fans, roaring as the whistle blew.

You were close to the field, eager to get a good view of Rafe. He was the star quarterback of East Carolina University, and for good reason.

He had led the team to victory in all 10 of their last games.

The score was evened out, with only a few seconds left on the clock, everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

When the whistle blew again and the ball was passed to Rafe, you cheered loudly.

He dodged two players, dancing around them before running all the way to the endzone.

Everyone on the crowded bleachers jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming at the touchdown, but no one was louder than you.

“Go Rafe! Go!! Woo!!!”

You beamed proudly as you watched him pump his fist in the air, fist bumping his teammates as they congratulated him.

You were one of the first people to rush to the field, running up to your older brother and practically jumping on him in your excitement to hug him.

“Oh my god, Rafey! That was such a good game!” You squealed. “You were awesome! That last touchdown was amazing!”

Rafe flashed you a grin, perfect teeth winking in under the bright lights of the stadium. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You know I win every game just for you,” he joked and you giggled along.

“Hey, some of my teammates and I are gonna go out for drinks after we get cleaned up, wanna tag along?”

“Sure!” You smiled up at him. You were always happy when he included you in things he was doing, which admittedly was a lot of the time.

“Perfect, sugar. Here are my keys,” he tossed you them. “Why don’t you bring the truck around to where the locker room exit is, you can wait in there till I’m done. Okay?”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” You parted ways, heading to the truck but you didn’t notice how his gaze stayed on your back as you walked away.

~~~~~~

“That’s a pretty hot piece of ass you had hanging around you, Cameron,” one of Rafe’s friends joked, suggestively nudging the blond with his elbow.

“Shut up, Wilson,” Rafe snapped. His stomach lurched at the comment. He didn’t like the idea of any of his friends trying to sleep with you.

In fact, he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to sleep with you. The very thought made him sick.

“Hey, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind if she came around more, amiright?” Wilson asked the other guys around him that had seen you and they all laughed and nodded.

“Knock it off, seriously,” Rafe warned. “She’s not interested.” He could feel his irritation rising, his face heating up.

“Damn okay Cameron, chill. We were just joking,” someone else interjected.

“Well I’m not fucking laughing.” He pulled on his shirt before slamming the locker door. “I don’t think I’m gonna go out tonight anymore. See ya at practice.”

A few guys complained, “come on Rafe, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

But he was already halfway out the door.

~~~~~~

“Change of plans,” Rafe said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and you clicked your buckle.

You looked at him inquisitively. “Oh?”

“We’re gonna go out, just the two of us. None of the guys.” He started the truck, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the road.

“Oh, okay.” You said in a confused tone. “Why are they not coming?”

He was silent for a moment and you glanced at him again.

“Rafey?”

“I just decided that I’d rather go out with my favorite girl instead,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair and you grinned.

“Oh, okay!” You said happily. “Ooh could we go to this bar that I know, it’s on Seventh street.” You babbled away about the bar you wanted to go to.

Rafe shifted in his seat, trying as hard as possible to hide his growing erection, nodding along but he was finding it hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, attention shifting between watching the road, and turning to examine your features.

He pulled up to the bar and you hopped out of the car. You both showed your ID’s at the door and found a booth to sit at, Rafe pulling you in to the same side he was on so you could be closer.

A waiter came to get your drink orders, you got a fruity cocktail and Rafe got a beer, and Rafe ordered a plate of loaded nachos for you to share.

Your drinks came quickly and you offered Rafe a sip of your cocktail, which he took before offering you a sip of his beer.

You took a quick swig, face scrunching up at the flavor. “Bleh, I still have no idea how you like beer so much, Rafey!” You giggled, leaning against him in the small booth, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“You get used to it if you drink enough, Y/N/N.” The blond laughed, grabbing a nacho off of the plate in between the two of you.

“I just think it’s so gross,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Please, you’re one to talk. I still remember that time you tried to make mixed drinks for us at that party and they sucked so bad I nearly threw up.” He chuckled.

“Shut up! I got better afterwards!” You laughed hard at the memory. “So mean, Rafey,” you said with a fake pout.

“Not true, I’m always nice to you, Y/N/N,” Rafe sounded surprisingly earnest. “You know I would do anything for you.”

“I know, I know,” you finished your cocktail, catching the waiter’s eye before ordering a second.

You leaned back, melting into your step brother’s arms.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” Rafe whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”

There was a strange moment when you met his eyes, odd feelings washed over you. The intensity in his look stirred something in you that you couldn’t identify.

“Yeah I know, Rafey. You’re my favorite person too.”

He smiled at that, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cuddled against his chest, enjoying the circles he was tracing lazily into your back with his fingers.

Your second drink arrived and you downed it quickly, feeling a little beyond tipsy by the time the two of you stepped out of the bar.

He drove you home, comfortable silence most of the way. You felt warm and the alcohol in your system made you feel much more affectionate.

Rafe opened the front door of the house for you, allowing you to lean on him drunkenly as he guided you inside.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, not wanting to go to bed alone.

“Would it be okay if I slept in your bed tonight, Rafey?” You asked, looking up at your step brother with hopeful eyes. “I just feel more comfortable when you’re by me.”

“Sure, Y/N/N.” Rafe smiled at you, leading you to his room.

You kicked off your shoes, taking your shorts off before dropping them on the floor. “Do you have a shirt I could wear, Rafey?”

His eyes fell on you, noting your bare legs and the pink panties you had under your shorts. His mouth felt dry, and it took him a second to remember you had just asked him a question.

“Um, yeah I should have one…” he searched in a drawer, before tossing you the oversized shirt.

You pulled it on, unclipping your bra underneath the shirt before putting it with your shorts and top.

Rafe kicked off his shorts, stripping to his boxers before pulling his shirt off over his head. He stepped towards his door, flicking the lights off.

You crawled into his bed, breathing in his smell in the sheets, scooting over when he followed.

Usually when you slept in Rafe’s bed, you were the one who pressed to him, hugging his back as he faced away from you, but this time, you were surprised when you felt the warmth of his chest press to your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

As you dozed off to sleep, you were none the wiser that your step brother was beside you, hard as a rock, and imagining things that were far from brotherly.

[rafecameronsslxt]

Please make a part 2 to forbidden touch

Stepbrother! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, stepcest, called bitch, nicknames like stepbrother, stepsister, and stepbrother, teasing, p in v, and grinding.

A/N: I hope this doesn't seem too rushed, but they did get a happy ending!

Part one

You tried to push him away, you did, but he wouldn’t leave. It was supposed to be a night of releasing pent-up tension- or that’s what you told yourself, and now Rafe can’t keep his hands off you. It wasn’t just sex, Rafe confided in you. He told you things he’d never tell anyone else, and you replicated his gestures and late-night talks. Your friends started to notice how close you and Rafe had become, and so did your Mother. She was delighted that Rafe had someone to talk to, for him to have such a good sister like you. 

   You put your hands on Rafe’s chest to stop him from kissing you. “Rafe, we can’t do this anymore before- before we get attached. I’m serious.” You were lying through your teeth. He knew it because you were already attached. “I thought we inferred that you were a good sister. Can’t fuck your stepbrother one more time, baby.” His veiny hand makes its way up your thigh and unbuttons your shorts. He slips his hand under your panties, gliding his finger over your slit before easing his middle finger into you. “You like that sister?” The nickname only made you wetter. You nod, leaning to kiss him, but he pushes you away and removes his finger from your cunt. You rub your thighs concurrently, whining. 

   Rafe lays you back against your pillows, his body between your legs, his erection pressed against your pussy. “You’re going to kiss me next time like a good stepsister?” He grabs your jaw, lips pushing together as you choke out a desperate yes, grinding your hips onto his. Rafe presses his mouth to yours and spits saliva angrily into your mouth, and you swallow it like a good stepsister. Despite your neediness, you pretend to gently run your hands through Rafe’s dishevelled hair but tug his head back, watching him smile sinisterly. This week Rafe has had a temper hence the anger already shared in the few seconds, and you always let him use you. So it was time to have a switch. Until you hear your Mother’s voice from the other side, causing you to stiffen up. “Yeah, Mom?” You call out while Rafe kisses your jaw, only to find your sweet spot for you to moan quietly. “I need to talk to you.” You yell out okay.

   “Rafe Cameron, the bathroom now!” You whisper-scream at him because he won’t stop kissing you. Then, finally, you push him by the butt to get in there, rolling your eyes after.

   You compose yourself before opening the bedroom door, taking deep breaths and buttoning up your shorts. “Mom, what do you want to talk about?” You smile, both of you sitting on the bed where you were grinding onto Rafe. “I know you and Rafe have been becoming closer, and I just want you to be careful because he can be…” She rubs her neck, giving you a slight smile and obvious ‘mom’ advice. All girls should be wary around Rafe because the next thing you know, you're having sex with him every day. 

   “But, I also wanted you to know that me and Ward aren’t doing so hot right now.” You try not to look happy because your mom is heartbroken, but you choke on your spit, wheezing until your breath becomes stable. She gives you a worried look but brushes it off. “I’m hoping it’ll work out, but I’m exhausted after this long day.” You yawn on cue, eyes saddening for your mom's convenience. You walk her out to the hall. “Night, love you.” You shut and lock your bedroom door, jump onto Rafe excitedly, and wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss all over his face as he laughs. 

   He lightly throws you into the bed and quickly throws your shorts and panties to the wooden floor. You unbuckle his bed and slide his khakis off with his boxers, letting his cock lay against your abdomen. “I’m not fucking you.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a light kiss on them. You furrow your brows, confused. “But we got good news.” You sigh, irritated. Of course, Rafe had to be stubborn today. 

   Rafe rubs his tip up and down your folds, putting extra pressure on your clit. Your hands grasp the sheets until your knuckles turn white, and the only oxygen you can breathe is his because his mouth is sealed to yours. He pulls away. “C’mon, rub yourself on me since you decided to be a bitch today.” His gravelly voice whispers, biting your bottom lip, creating an indent from his teeth. 

   You’re so desperate that you oblige. You lower your cunt on Rafe’s erection, and every bulging vein is more prominent as you stroke his cock with your pussy, adding to the pleasure of his tip slightly curving up into you, but he doesn’t let it happen. “Just one thrust. Please, baby.” You pout sweetly, throwing your hands around his neck, legs shuddering just for Rafe to look conceited. He pulls your shirt off, sucking on your nipples that turn sensitive too quickly. “Rafe, please. I need you.” You say tersely, and you see him deciding whether he should. Finally, he does—one deep but profound thrust as you cry out in pleasure, covering your mouth quickly. 

   You knew you would barely last a minute because of his teasing. The bed squeaks with each movement, and your breasts bounce as Rafe pounds into you unmercifully. Finally, his hand rubs quick circles on your clit, and you are gone. Your eyes roll back, pussy spasming around his cock, and long lines of ripped skin on Rafe’s taut back. 

   A month later, you’re completely moved out of the Camerons' house and back into the comfort of your home. Fortunately, your feelings for Rafe didn’t leave but grew more assertive, leading to a secret relationship until it reached figure eight, and everyone knew. At first, you weren’t on speaking terms with most of your friends, but they later accepted it, saying more than needed kinky things about your relationship with Rafe. 

   You could call it a happy ending for now.

[blueicequeen19]

Wicked Step Brother Pt. 2

Warnings: Non-Con, drugging, drugs, alcohol, unprotected sex, recording, anal, stepcest, cheating

Part One

You got home that night to find Ward and your mother gone for the weekend and a party in full swing. It was typical Rafe Camerson behavior. He couldn’t be trusted no matter what. No wonder he was always in trouble with his dad.

There were cars and party goers everywhere. Drugs and booze scattered across every surface of the mansion. You should've left the moment you couldn't pull into the driveway but you didn't. Curiosity got the best of you.

You told yourself you wanted to see if your boyfriend had brought someone when really, you wanted to see if Rafe was with someone. You shouldn't care about what your step brother does but you do. You don't spot him until it's too late. Not until he'd already advancing on you from across the patio.

You turn and run back inside, making a beeline to the front door with Rafe hot on your heels. The door knob meets your hand just as a strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling you back.

"Where are you going, lil sis? Don't want to play?" Rafe growls in your ear, his bare chest burns against your skin and his cock hard against your ass through his thin swim trunks. You feel your panties grow wet just from him being near you.

"Let go of me." You snarl, tearing at the arm banded around your middle.

"Don't cause a scene and I won't." Rafe warns before releasing you. You step away and face him, your eyes lingering on some of the nearby party goers but they don't even spare you a glimpse. Everyone was too high or drunk to notice the tension between you and your step brother and somehow that was worse. You were on your own.

"Where were you going in such a hurry?" Rafe's voice draws your attention back to him and you take a careful step back, glancing at the blue mixed drink in his hand.

"I'm not staying here tonight." You snap. His face hardens as he matches your steps.

"You are."

"Or what?"

Rafe leans in dangerously close and your heart threatens to burst in your chest.

"Or I'll tell your boyfriend you're a squirter." Rafe's low, husky voice meets your ears and you bite back a whimper, your clit pulsing. The only reason Rafe knew you were a squirter was because he liked to finger fuck you until you cried and begged him to stop. It was his new favorite thing once he realized your boyfriend had never achieved it. Rafe was a sadistic fuck like that. You look at his drink again, debating knocking it from his hand when he offers it to you with a wicked grin.

"Here, this will help mellow you out." You glare daggers up at him. He could force you to stay but you didn't have to follow his every command.

"No."

Rafe's nostrils flare, his eyes flashing with anger before he firmly grabs your arm, yanking you against him. Some people thought that the drugs and drinking mellowed Rafe out but you knew better. It only released the beast he was so careful to keep locked away until it was directed at you.

"Drink it or I'll force you down on your knees in front of everyone and pour it down your throat. Then you'll lick up the mess you made before I stuff my cock down your throat." Rafe's growl shakes you to your core, fear of humiliation being the only thing that guides you when you finally take the mixed drink.

"I hate you." You sniffle, bringing the drink to your nose and trying to detect what liquor was in it.

"Tell your pussy that." Rafe winks. You ignore him as you bring the drink to your lips and taste the bite of something fruity mixed with tequila. Your belly pooled with heat immediately and you were alarmed at how good it actually tasted. You took another drink before realizing that your body was starting to relax and your anxiety had dissolved. All the background noise in your head had gone silent. Your heartbeat had slowed and you seemed able to breathe a little better. Your eyes widen as you realize what has happened. He drugged you.

"Good, isn't it?" Rafe smirks, taking the drink from you before you can throw it in his face.

"You son of a bitch." You pant but there's no anger, just calm. You could almost cry. You wanted to be mad and lash out but you couldn't. You felt too good. Really fucking good. Your skin was buzzing, your pussy throbbing, and your nipples painfully hard. Rafe's knowing smirk only grows as he leads you from the room and up the stairs.

"Rafe." You try to pry his hand off but you can't. Your skin was electrified where he touched you. It felt so good that you suddenly wanted him to touch you everywhere.

"We're almost there." Rafe says, hauling you up another set of stairs to his bedroom. Your pussy throbbed so rapidly between your legs that your knees threatened to buckle. You needed relief. You were dying.

You must've stopped walking because Rafe suddenly scoops you up into his arms and your arms immediately go around his neck. Your hands start to move on their own, fingers dancing along his neck and chest and his back. You feel goosebumps arise on his skin but you can't stop. His skin was so soft and his muscles so hard. Rafe really was a beautiful monster.

“I bet you’re feeling really good right about now.” Rafe whispers in your ear as he carries you.

Your back meets a bed and you're suddenly too hot. The soft comforter felt so good against your skin, relaxing even. You moan, quickly unbuttoning your uniform blouse and yanking it off. That felt better. You don’t know where Rafe went but you don’t care. You just needed a release. The pulsing in your clit was too much so you widen your legs and reach under your skirt, letting your fingers find your soaked panties. You moan again, rolling your hips to meet your hand as you start to massage your clit.

You were so wet that your panties were stuck to you and your thighs were slick. You couldn’t stop as you all but ripped your panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside yourself. The moan that left you would make a pornstar blush but you couldn’t help it. You were so hot and needy. You wanted to be fucked and you didn’t care who gave it to you.

Suddenly your hand is yanked free and a naked body is on top of yours. Your eyes pop open to stare at Rafe. You don’t get to complain because he kisses you hard, grinding his cock against your pussy. Your nails dig into his back as you kiss him back, lifting your hips to meet every thrust.

“Rafe.” You beg against his lips, feeling shove your skirt up your waist then squeezing your breasts.

“What do you want, baby?” Rafe taunts against your lips, his fingers tweaking your nipples. Every touch had your body electrified and jerking against him.

“Rafe, please.” You cry, reaching between your bodies but he rears his hips back just as you grasp his cock.

“Beg me. Beg me to fuck your tight little pussy and make you feel better.” He growls in your ear, his hand moving to cup your pussy. You buck against his hand, desperate tears in your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Rafe. Please.” He smiles before kissing you hard, his cock finding your slit and he starts to nudge your clit. You moaned loudly, aching to have him inside you. Rafe pulls back long enough to tear your panties clean off then he’s flipping you over on your hands and knees, pulling your ass back as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Smile pretty.” Huh? His words throw you off for a split second before he brutally slams inside your soaked pussy. You all but scream in relief, your face dropping down to the comforter as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. The headboard starts to slap the wall and his grip on your hips stings but you’re too far gone to care. It’s like you’re not in your body anymore, all logic goes out the window as nothing becomes more important than your release.

“Yes, yes, please, yes.” You chant, your face pushed further into the blankets when he wretches your arms behind your back.

“Such a greedy little whore.” Rafe shoves you down flat on the bed, forcing your legs together as he straddles you. You scream into the blankets, fisting them until your nails threaten to tear through as he delivers thrust after brutal thrust.

His thumb suddenly presses inside your virgin puckered hole and your body tenses up, your toes curling as your orgasm violently hits you. It steals your ability to breathe as it wrecks you from the inside out. The drugs only heightened the affects and your vision goes black for what feels like minutes. Rafe curses, your pussy no doubt clamping down painfully around his cock. It takes you a moment to return to your body and you become painfully aware that Rafe is fucking both your holes with his thumb and his cock. It feels foreign and dirty but before you can tell him to stop, he cups your throat with his free hand, cutting off any words you might’ve had and throwing you into another otherworldly orgasm.

“You like that? You like having both your holes fucked by me?” Rafe growls, releasing his hold on your throat and you cough, burying your face in the bed.

“Rafe, please, I can’t take it.” You cry, overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes but you swear you could cum again.

“You can and you will. We’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you.” Rafe slips out for a moment, offering you a tiny bit of relief but also a painful emptiness. Your eyes widen alarmingly when cold liquid drips between your cheeks. You start to roll over but he’s quickly there, straddling you again with a firm hand in the center of your back.

“Rafe!” You shout, your protests falling on deaf ears. The tip of his cock suddenly penetrates your ass, causing a terrible burning feeling. You push back until his breath hits your ear, his hand around your throat as he slides in further.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. You can take it. You can take all of me, just like I’m going to take all of you. Rub your clit, I promise you’ll like this.” He nibbles your earlobe, making you shudder while you quickly dive your hand between your legs. Your fingers craze your clit and you tense up, a whimper falling from your lips as you feel split in two.

“Relax, sis, I’m not even half way.” You feel his hands spread your ass cheeks then you hear him spit. You’re humiliated and grossed out but you can’t protest when he starts to rock back and forth, your fingers still stroking your clit. The pleasure almost blinds you. It’s intense and painful but the building euphoria only eggs you on. You wanted more so you start moving your hips with him.

“That’s my girl. I’m going to fill this ass up with my cum. You’re not going to be able to walk or sit down for a fucking week.” Rafe’s feral growl meets your ears and when he bites your shoulder, you’re done for. The orgasm is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt, tears flow freely as he fucks you harder and harder to his own release.

Finally, when you’re on the verge of passing out, Rafe slows to a stop and slips from inside you. You whimper, unable to move or open your eyes. You feel him get off the bed then you hear the sound of running water in his bathroom then he’s back, gently cleaning you up. You turn your head, your eyes barely open when you see what he’s holding in his other hand.

“The fuck are you doing?” You growl, quickly rolling over and yanking the blanket over your sore naked body. Rafe smiles, his phone still aimed at you like he’s recording.

“Owning your ass in more ways than one. I told you to smile pretty. Say hi!”

[stepbrorafe]

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The hot water hits you in a stream, steam fogging up the glass door of your shower. Your hands run through your hair, soaking up the way the scalding water soothes your tense muscles.

You let out a hum from the pleasant feeling, before suddenly turning towards the glass door as you heard shuffling on the other side. Your brows furrow as you attempt to see through the steam, only coming up with nothing. You shrug it off as just being tired from your long day.

Letting the water fall over you for a few more minutes, you finally open your eyes once more to the sound of the shower door clicking open.

Your stepbrother stands in the doorway of the shower, towering over you with a dark look in his eyes. His hair falls over his forehead as he looks you up and down, his lips pulling into a devious smirk.

“What are you doing?!” You shriek, covering your naked body as best you can.

“I need to shower.” Rafe shrugs as if it’s not big deal.

You gape at him, “Um, clearly I am right now.”

He chuckles, “Come on. We can save water.”

Before you can object, he’s taking off his shirt. You stare in bewilderment, appalled by his carelessness. Your mouth parts as you take in his physique. You’ve always thought he was panty dropping, but now that he’s getting in the shower with you, you’re suddenly very aware of the fact.

He closes you both in the shower, turning to you with a small grin. You’re frozen in place, mouth still slack, completely thrown off by his presence like this. His grin only grows as he takes in your awkward stance, arms still clinging to your body in a futile effort to hide yourself.

“You gonna share some water or what?” He quips, inching closer to you.

You rack your brain in an attempt to find something to say, anything, but you’re left dumbfounded. His arms meet your elbows, softly moving you to the side, so that he can get under the stream.

Swallowing the dryness in your mouth, you manage to speak, “You shouldn’t be in here, it’s not right.”

His brows furrow as he faces you, “Relax, kid. Not like I’m feeling you up… Unless-“

Before you can get a single word out, his hands are cupping your waist and pulling you flush against him under the steaming fall of water. Your heartbeat quickens as you feel his member growing against your stomach.

“Rafe-“ You whisper, only for him to cut you off as he grasps your jaw.

Before you know it, his arms are hooked under your knees while he holds you up as he drills into your sopping pussy. Your back is pressed against the cold glass, providing the perfect balance to your burning skin.

“Oh my fuck.” You cry out, tits bouncing against Rafe’s chest as he thrusts in and out of you.

Your legs shake in his grip, your pussy tightening around him every so often. He attacks your mouth with a string of feverish kisses, two of you panting into one another.

“Always knew you’d be a slut for my cock, sis.” He groans in your ear, lowering you in perfect timing to meet his rough strokes.

You can’t help the loud moans that emit from your mouth as he continues to deliciously bruise your cervix. The sound of your skin slapping as his hips viciously slam into yours fills the bathroom, louder than the water pellets hitting the floor.

“Raaafe.” You cry out in staggered moans, your voice quivering with every thrust.

“Gonna cum for me? Hm?” He hums, “Wanna cum on my cock?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip to prevent the screams from spilling and furiously nod your head. He smirks down at you and picks up the brutal pace, completely wrecking your sweet little cunt.

Without warning, you’re clenching around him as your body shakes. The band in your stomach snaps, unable to hold back any longer, coating his throbbing dick in your juices with a pornographic moan leaving your mouth.

His thrusts don’t stop, only growing deeper and harder as he grunts, causing you to squeal, “Too much!”

He slams you down hard on his cock, the imprint of him bulging from your stomach as he cums, painting your walls a milky white. He keeps pumping in and out of you, filling you up until he has nothing left to give.

Placing you down on wobbly legs, he roughly squeezes your cheeks and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“You belong to me now.”

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tags : @sunkissedrafe @wickedtactics @bunnycvnts @butterflyoceandreams @rafesgiirl @yourenogoodforme @marvelfanfics1recs @cini-mini27 @pinkribboncoco @drewsphswife @laniirackssss @ditzyzombiesblog

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Artwork

Pairing- Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary - Rafe takes notice of tattoos on a girl.

Warnings- language, drinking, sexual intercourse, foreplay, scratching.

A/n- it’s been a while so please be kind, welcome to give constructive criticism but don’t be rude 💜🖤

It was the little tattoos she had scattered across her olive skin that first caught Rafe’s eyes. The art on her body sent shivers down his spine.

He’d never been one for tattoos, hadn’t ever really taken much notice if someone had or hadn’t any. But, this time he couldn't keep his eyes off the little drawings.

She had jet black hair that cascades over her shoulders, it had the softest of waves and stopped just below her shoulder blade. Her nails painted a deep red, the same color as her lips. Freckles that kissed the skin of her flawless face, scandalous brown eyes.

He had watched her on the odd occasion, sipping from the red solo cup, talking to her friends, swaying her hips to the music. He was working up the courage to talk to her, he was never one to feel nervous around women. But, with her it was a different story.

He couldn’t help the grunt that escaped his lips when John B strolled over to her, a cocky grin on his face as he handed her a bottle of tequila.

She accepted it with a smile and took a swig, for a split second her eyes landed on him. His throat closed in and the music around became silent.

But then her eyes were back on John B and rage filled his insides, the can in his hands was crushed within seconds.

“Bro, what’s wrong?” Topper questioned, taking the crushed can from him and replacing it with a new one.

Rafe didn’t need to respond as Topper caught on quickly when he looked over at the girl Rafe had been hooked on for the past 6 months, John B’s arm wrapped around her shoulder as they laughed.

“I got you” Topper states, he’s walking away before Rafe can ask what he meant. He watches his best friend walk over to John B, he whispers something in his ear and steps back.

“What did you just say bro?” John B yells, he puffs out his chest and clenches his fists at the side of his body. Topper pushes his fingers into John B’s shoulders and nudges him away, this only causes John B to fire up and before you know it they are throwing punches.

Rafe’s eyes move from the fight towards the girl, she looks frightened. Her feet carry her backwards and her friends grab at her, pulling her towards the exit.

Rafe knew this was his last chance, so he swallows the anxiety bubbling in his throat and strides towards her.

“Hey, let's get you away from here” he smiles, he presses the palm of his hand to her lower back and escorts her towards the empty kitchen.

He doesn’t miss the look she gives her friends and the wave of her hand in their direction. She smiles up at him as they come to a stop against the island bench, he smiles back.

“I’m Rafe” he offers, she smiles even brighter this time. Her teeth aren’t perfect, one tooth overlaps another but it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Hi Rafe, I’m y/n”.

Her voice sends the blood rushing to his cock, moving his body so he’s hidden behind the bench. “Lovely to meet you y/n”.

“I’ve noticed you at a few other parties, you're not from around here though?” He questions, he occupies himself by pouring them both a drink. Vodka and cranberry, his favorite.

“I’m from Charleston, I come over here pretty much every weekend though. Better parties and people” she states, accepting the drink. She brings the rim of the cup to her painted lips and takes a sip.

“Yeah parties are pretty great over here, haven’t been to many in Charleston to compare though”.

She nods and takes another sip, for a moment they just stare at each other. The fighting in the other room had stopped and now the room just filled with the humming of the stereo bass.

“I’ve noticed you at a few parties too, each time I catch you staring I think you're going to speak to me, but you don’t. How come?” She questions, her fingers fiddle with her rings. Twisting them back and forth as she waits for his answer.

“You noticed. I was nervous, you were always with friends and you're so beautiful. I didn’t know how to introduce myself” he admits, he throws back the last of his drink. Hoping the alcohol would calm the nerves.

“Thank you, I too was nervous. I wanted to introduce myself a few times, a lot of girls spoke highly about you, I wasn’t sure if I was your type”.

“Oh your my type, your way better than any other girls on this island” he says, chewing on the inside of his mouth until he sees the corner of her lips curve into a bashful smile.

“Rafe”

“Yeah?”

“Can you kiss me?”

He grabs her by the waist and pulls her towards him, her hips pressed against the bench. One of his hands cradles her face while the other holds her hip tightly, his thumb caressing her lower lip and pulling her mouth apart.

“I’ve wanted to do this the moment I laid eyes on you” he whispers against her lips, he presses his to hers before she can speak.

It’s soft, there’s no movement. He pulls away, hunger overtakes her chocolate brown eyes and she grabs his face. Pulling him against her roughly and kissing him again, her tongue slips between his lips and they fight for dominance.

The air feels sticky, their breaths heavy and skin sweaty. Her fingers run through his hair, pulling every few seconds. His hands grip her waist and he lifts her to sit on the island, slotting himself between her parted thighs.

She wraps her legs around him, pressing her warm core against his jean clad cock. His hands run up and down her back, trying to pull her as close to him as possible.

“Take me to a room Rafe”

“Are you sure?”

“Take me to a room before I get naked in this room and let everyone see us fuck”

His hands grab her backside, pulling her away from the bench. He steps out of the kitchen, slipping behind the party and down towards the guest rooms of Toppers house.

“How do you know where to go?” She questions, her lips sucking and biting at his neck. “It’s my friend's house”.

She nods and grabs his face again, pressing her lips to his.

He steps into a room and locks the door behind them; switching on a floor lamp he takes her over towards the bed.

His chest feels tight as the nerves kick in, if he wasn’t holding her he knew his hands would be shaking. He had slept with girls before, kicked them out afterwards and never felt a thing.

But he knew the moment he laid eyes on her things would be different, he wouldn’t be able to kick her out afterwards. He wasn’t having sex with her just for his pleasure, he wanted to please her, wanted to watch the look of ecstasy on her face.

“Rafe” she whispered, her fingers unbuttoning her shirt slowly. The material began to pool away from her chest, exposing a dark green lace bra, the swell of her breasts had the saliva gathering in his mouth.

He hadn’t expected her to have tattoos on her breasts or even her ribs, the pictures painted on her olive skin had his dick throbbing for her.

“Fuck your beautiful” he whispered, her shirt now lay on the floor of the bedroom. She sat back on her elbows, legs spread just enough for him to kneel between.

She stared up at him through her thick lashes, her chest moved harshly as she too tried to calm her nerves.

“Can I touch you”

“Do whatever you want to me Rafe” she breathed, he leaned forward pressing his lips to her collarbone. Moving his way down her chest stopping to suck small bruises into her breast, his fingers pulling down the cups of her bra to expose her perky tits, her nipples hardened under his touch. His fingers massaged her breasts, as his mouth sucked on her right nipple.

Her breathing was staggered, her hips raised up to meet his for some sort of friction. His hand left her breast to push her hips back down on the bed, his lips moved down her body, licking and kissing each small tattoo on her stomach.

“Rafe”

He bummed against her ribs, her fingers once again began to unbutton her shorts. He pulled away to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the floor.

Her fingers left her pants to touch his abs, her eyes focused on his tensed stomached. “Beautiful” she whispered, her fingers dropped to his shorts.

He let her unzip them and he pulled away to push them down; leaving him in his boxers. She took the next step by pulling her shorts and panties away from her body, spreading her legs in front of him.

She was dripping, her cunt weeping for him to touch her. His cock twinged within his boxers, she nodded her head towards him. He wasted no time and pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang free and swayed in the air.

“Shit” she gulped, her legs closed as she pulled herself up slightly. Her hands reach for his cock, wrapping her fingers around the base.

His body shuddered under her touch, her delicate fingers worked themself against his shaft. Precum lubricated her finger tips, he pushed her back down, running his hands between her thighs. Her legs spread for him, once again exposing her wet cunt, she nodded her head before he could even ask if it was okay.

His fingers ran softly through her folders, gathering her arousal on his finger tips. Bringing it towards her clit, he massaged slowly, soft sighs left his lips.

Her head hit the pillow, eyes rolling back as two of his fingers pushed deep inside of her. His breath caught in his throat when her mouth opened and a gasp escaped. His thumb circled her clit, her juices soaked his fingers.

“I need you inside of me” she gripped his shoulders and shook him softly, he pulled her fingers away from her and pushed them into his mouth. His tongue tasting the bitterness of her arousal, goosebumps rose on his skin.

“Inside of me now!”

He moved his way above her, her legs pressed to the sides of his body. Her hips rose slightly to meet his cock, the tip of his head brushing her folds.

They stared at one another as he pushed past her folds and into her warm opening, his cock nudging it’s way through her soft, wet, sponge like walls.

“Oh god” she exclaimed, dragging her nails down his back. Her legs wrapped themselves around his body, her heel digging into his buttocks, nudging him deeper and deeper inside of her until she could feel him in her stomach.

“You feel so good, pretty girl” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. Her nails dug half crescent moons into his shoulders, “I like that” she hummed, her walls clenching around him.

“Like what?”

“Pretty girl”

“Good, because you are a pretty girl”

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she managed to switch them around, her body now above his, her hips rocking back and forth at an ungodly speed.

Her breasts bounced with each movement, her eyes closed tightly as she chased her high. His hand grabbed her breast, massaging it within his fingers tips, pinching and pulling at her nippled.

“Oh god, faster” she moaned, he began to move his hips to meet hers, pushing his cock deeper into her. She could feel him hitting her sweet spot, a feeling of delight ran through her, her clit rubbed against him as she rode him.

“Fuck, pretty girl. If you keep bouncing this hard I’m gonna cum before you” he groaned, reaching his hand between them to toy with her clit,

Stars began to form behind her eyelids, arousal soaked his cock and dripped down his balls. He gripped her hips and maneuvered them so they sat at the edge of the bed, his feet planted against the carpet. Her nippled between his teeth, they moved their hips in the sink.

This new position had him hitting her g spot at a better angle, she knew she was going to cum at any moment.

“Oh shit, Rafe I-” she cried, holding onto him as she came around his cock. Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him with force. Her vision blurred and legs shaking, he was close behind holding on until her second orgasm hit her at full force, she cried out in shock, he couldn’t hold on anymore and went to pull out.

“Don’t you dare” she cried, she clenched around him. Bouncing faster than before, her orgasm still rattled through her. “I’m on the pill”.

He let go instantly, his cum shooting deep within her. A low throating moan left him, his fingers digging into her thighs as she slowed down above him. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

“You should have said hey sooner, we could have been doing this a lot” she joked, her walls clenched around his cock as it twitched inside of her.

“Round 2?”

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[potlattice]

Moth To A Flame

Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: mentioned underage drinking, toxic!Rafe, implied drug-use, manipulation

Rafe gets Topper's girl under control...

"Get your bitch under control." Rafe snapped at his friend, rolling his eyes at your sorry state.

Topper kept quiet, trying to get you to drink the cup of water he held to your lips but you slapped his hand away.

"Fuck you, Rafe." You slurred, eyes blurry as you stared up at the tall figure that stood behind your boyfriend.

He took a threatening step towards you but Topper quickly intervened by placing a hand on his chest.

"Don't touch her bro."

"He already has." You scoffed, leaning your head against the wall behind you and closing your eyes with a painful sigh.

Your head was pounding and your legs weren't working, so the cold floor felt harsh against your thighs. You had been sat, propped up against the brick wall outside the Cameron mansion for about ten minutes now while the boys argued.

"The fuck?" Topper asked aloud at your mumbled words. "What does she mean, Rafe?"

"She's wasted. She doesn't even know what she's saying." Rafe reassured him with a shake of his head. "Just get her out of here. She's ruining my party."

"Yeah, whatever." Topper nodded, running a stressed hand through his gelled hair.

"Put her in my room." Rafe said, looking down at you like you were gum on the floor. "Then come join the party again."

"I can't just leave her there alone. Someone might...find her." Topper frowned.

"Dude, my door locks from the outside too." Rafe rolled his eyes at his friend's hesitance. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and passed them to his friend.

"You want me to lock her in?" He asked doubtfully. "What if she needs help? Wha-

"Fuck sake! Enough with the questions." Rafe groaned out, taking a step back from the both of you. "You're ruining my high. I'm going back inside."

He headed for the patio door but just before he went through he turned back to look at Topper.

"And bro, if you start feeling guilty, just remember that she put herself in this position...and deserves to be punished, okay?"

Topper just sighed and stared down at the keys in his hands.

You were laid out on the soft cotton sheets, lightly singing to the music that played a floor below you.

Although your body hadn't sobered up yet, your mind was coming around.

You felt awful for your boyfriend. Even though you were slightly mad that he'd abandoned you in Rafe's room with nothing but a lamp on and a glass of water, you knew that you'd ruined his night. Again.

What was wrong with you? For the last few weeks, every time you went to a party with your boyfriend and his friends, you lost control and took it too far.

Last time, you said it wouldn't happen again but you knew it wasn't true.

Rafe knew it too.

You closed your eyes at the thought. Shame pommeled your stomach and you clutched it as you felt nauseous.

You were starting to believe he wanted you and Topper to break up now. If you so much as put a toe out of line, he was the first to notice, and the first to tell Topper to 'sort it out'.

At the thought, you scoffed and looked around the room that had become very familiar to you.

He was a very possessive person. It was obvious even through his belongings. The room was bland, but Topper had mentioned one time that Rafe kept most of his possessions locked away in his wardrobe or under his bed.

That's why you'd been pleasantly surprised when he had barely reacted after you started dating Topper.

A year ago, you had met Rafe first. It was for a birthday party at some frat house off the island but he'd also been there because you shared a mutual friend.

You had kissed a couple times and split a cigarette but after you caught him talking to another girl later in the night, you had stormed up to him and demanded he give your number back. Rafe refused but you were good at hiding.

Until your boyfriend introduced you to him 'for the first time' six months later...

"Well, well, well."

You barely had the energy to lift your head, but you recognised the deep voice and didn't give him the satisfaction of your attention as he locked the door behind him.

"Look at you." He mused, standing over you with his hands buried in his pockets, a grin pressed to his face. "Comfy?" He asked with a snicker.

You frowned at him. "Where's Topper?"

"Don't worry. My sister's keeping him entertained."

Your heart clenched at his words and you licked your lips. "He'll come get me soon."

"No..." Rafe drawled out, taking a seat beside you. "I think we'll be alone for a long time."

"Get away from me." You gritted out, shifting your body away but your head spun as you lifted it from the pillow.

"You should relax. It must really be kicking in now."

You frowned at his words but reached a hand out, trying to grab your phone from the nightstand. Rafe saw your actions and tutted loudly. He leaned over your body, uncaring that he squashed you below his heavy frame, and snatched it from your weak grasp.

"You can stop panicking. I won't do anything tonight. I've taken too many drugs." He rolled his eyes and started to scroll through the contents of your phone, already knowing your password. "You got any good pics on here?"

"Fuck you." You muttered with a deep exhale.

"Is this supposed to be me?" He laughed, turning the phone screen to you and you squinted at the bright blue light before your eyes managed to focus on the contact name:

X DO NOT ANSWER X

You would have blocked him but as your boyfriend's companion, it was handy to have his number when Topper wasn't answering.

Your eyes began to get heavy as he took up a relaxed position beside you, resting against the headboard as he had fun on your phone with no regard for your privacy.

His face was lit up by the glow of the screen and your eyelids finally fell shut just as his expression changed to one of elation.

"Bingo." He said lowly and you hoped he hadn't forced his way into your hidden photos.

back from holidayyyyy, just dropping an idea for a series i had in mind...

[starkeyisthelastname]

Step!bro rafe part 2? Like maybe everyone’s reactions after he blurted it out, the conversation with Ward and Rose, etc!!

The island was small and word traveled fast at Rafe’s loud statement to JJ Maybank about him being the father of his step-sister’s baby. When Ward got the phone call from the Island Club owner about the incident, he didn’t want to believe his already troubled son had really impregnated his step-daughter. The step-daughter that never gave him any reason to believe she would ever let Rafe do this to her, making Ward wonder if the sex had been consensual at all. The more he thought about his grandchild, the more he realized just how much she looked like his son.

The moment you two walked in the house, baby girl asleep in your arms, you saw Ward stepping out from his office. You knew by the look in his eyes, he knew what happened only 45 minutes before. “Put the baby down and you two come talk to me.” He said sternly. Rafe scoffed, rolling his blue eyes as you quickly headed upstairs to lay your daughter down in her crib.

Walking into the immaculate office, you saw Ward sitting at his desk and your mother sitting on the couch with a heavy glass of wine in hand. Rafe and you took a seat in the empty chairs, waiting for your step-father to start speaking.

“So I got a call from the owner of the Island Club about an incident. Know anything about that?” He asked, question pointing more towards Rafe.

You cowered your heard down, waiting for your step-brother to reply. Rafe wasn’t going to let this go easy and you could feel the fight brewing.

“Don’t know what you are talking about.” Rafe said with a shrug to his shoulders, acting as if nothing happened.

You happened to glance over at your mother, who gave you a look of disappointment, even more so than she did when she found out you were pregnant.

“No idea? Okay how about, you being the father to that baby up there. That ring a bell?” Ward asked, standing up, anger seething through him. He didn’t want to aim it towards you, not knowing if his son had solely did this from being fucked in the head, at least that’s how Ward saw him.

“Okay and so what if it’s true? She’s my step-sister.” Rafe said, his voice rising as his father always brought out the worst in him no matter how hard he tried.

“Rafe..” Rose said, eyes in shock.

You felt the tears falling, knowing that the secret the two of you had been keeping was over. There wasn’t any hiding it anymore. The one person you found comfort in no matter how messed up this situation was, was Rafe. He may have been an asshole, his head may no always been on straight, but he would quite literally kill for you and more importantly that baby girl.

“Your step-sister that you’ve known since you were 10! Did you do something without her knowing? Get her pregnant on purpose? Because you like to fuck everything up in this family!” Ward yelled. He looked at you and back to Rafe, taking breath to calm himself down. “As far as I’m concerned. I can no longer have the two of you in my home. As much as I love you Y/N, this is something that can’t be undone and is an embarrassment to the Cameron name.”

It was as if, you didn’t know who your mother was anymore. Your heart breaking at the fact of losing the family you had been with since you were only nine years old. Looking at Rafe, he silently nodded to you, giving you reassurance that you had him and the two of you would raise your baby girl away from the island that was toxic.

[stxrslut]

Step bro Rafe being protective over you after ward died and now his the only one who can take care of you☹️ just know if you do something wrong his got you in his lap spanking you, or if you be mean to him on impulse because his your step brother— it’s normal! He will grab you by your face and just give you a few light taps on your check before telling you to watch it. All stern in that daddy voice. He acts more like your step dad than step bro ngl

I loveeeee man of the house Rafe!! he’s just so dominant and he’s always busy, but he still manages to make time for you.

when ward died the Cameron family kind of went to shit, your mom becoming unreliable and moving to her own little house by the cut. Sarah stays with John b all the time and so you barely ever see her. you’re staying at tannyhill with Rafe and wheezie.

Rafe had taken charge, stepped up, he does the business and organises wheezie’s hundreds of extracurriculars. you just do your best to accommodate him, making him dinner, cleaning the house, helping him relax after a stressful day; which by now has become most.

he just always correcting you and your behaviour, barely letting you make your own decisions because he just keeps drilling into you that he knows best.

and you believe it of course cause, it’s Rafe.