s1utforfictionalmen - Tumblr blog

s1utforfictionalmen · 1 month

Text

Violent Night - Part 2

Summary - Rafe is there to protect you when your abusive ex shows up to the party.

Warnings - Violents Rafe, fighting

Part 1

Ever since the night you broke into the Cameron's house, you and Rafe were inseparable. Mainly because he was worried about you and didn’t want you to be alone. He also didn’t trust Greg in the slightest. He wanted to make sure you were as far away from him as possible. Greg had tried to call several times, but you never picked up. Even came by your house once, and luckily, you weren’t home. Rafe wanted to kick his ass, but per your request, he said he wouldn’t go out of his way to do it; but he secretly hoped there would be an opportunity. Luckily for him, the opportunity came.

Two months had gone by since the night of the incident and your relationship with Rafe progressed. Nothing more than soft kisses, cuddling, and nicknames. You hadn’t slept together yet, Rafe was doing his best to respectful your boundaries, but man did he want to bend you over. The two of you hadn’t officially labeled it yet, but he made sure that the whole island knew you were his. Tonight, Rafe invited you to join him at Topper’s party. It would be your first outing since Greg, and since you two had become an item. You loved the idea of going out with him, but you were also nervous about the possibility of Greg being there. As if reading your mind, Rafe spoke up.

“I doubt Greg will be there, he doesn’t even know it’s happening. Plus, he never shows up to Toppers parties anyway, and if he does, well I’ll kick his ass into next week.”

“Rafe” You said with a giggle and head shake as you applied your makeup, still debating if you wanted to go or not. Rafe comes up behind you and pulls you into his chest.

“Please baby, it will be fun. I want to make it public that we’re together. Plus, you won’t leave my side once, I’ll even take you to the bathroom.” You laughed at that.

“Rafe, I am plenty capable of going to the bathroom by myself. Also, the whole island already knows I’m yours, you’re not very discreet” you spoke with a smile “but you’re right, I need to get out.”

“So, we’re going?”

“We’re going” You smiled to him. He stepped back and through his fists in the air and let out a whoop.

“I’m going to text Top and let him know we’re coming”. As he exits the bathroom you hear him holler “I finally get to take my girl to a party!”

By the time you arrived at the party, your anxiety hit you like a 1000 pounds. Your grip on Rafe’s hand got significantly tighter.

“Hey baby, you’re okay, I’m right here. We can leave whenever you want, but let’s get you a drink first, yeah?” You just nod. A drink sounds perfect right now. You make your way over to the drinks table and see a bottle of vodka, you grab it without thinking and take two huge swigs of it.

“Woah settle down baby girl, don’t want to get too drunk, too fast.”

“Yes, I do.” You said with a straight face, Rafe just laughed.

“Alright, well I’m here for you.”

“I know” you said with a shy smile before grabbing a seltzer and heading back into the thick of the party. The liquor was finally hitting, and it was hitting good. You drank the perfect amount to get you right on the cusp of being drunk but not reckless. You pulled Rafe to the dance floor and the two of you were moving like no one was watching. Grinding heavily, but you would stop occasionally to dance in some obnoxious way to whatever song was playing. Rafe would laugh and then pull you back into him. After quite some time you needed a break.

“I need to get another drink, maybe some air.” Rafe just nods and grabs your hand directing you to the patio. Kelce and Topper were sitting out there with some girls and a joint.

“Well hello gentlemen” you said with a giggle.

“Hey y/n, glad you could make it out tonight” Top said with a smile. “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, I’m having a blast! I really need to do this more often.” You all started to laugh when you noticed Topper and Kelce's faces immediately drop. You and Rafe's heads turn to follow their line of sight and your heart sank. There he was, Greg, clearly drunk and pissed. Rafe stepped in front of you.

“What do you want?” Rafe’s voice suddenly scary.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t THE Rafe Cameron with my girl.” Greg turns to you.

“She is not yours”

“Come on y/n, really, Rafe fucking Cameron.” He stumbled closer and Rafe took a step forward.

“You don’t get to talk to her.” You could feel the tension in Rafe, and his hands were in fists. You grabbed his arm to encourage him not to do anything rash.

“Wow really y/n, you need Rafe to be your knight and shining armor? Hm? What, do you think I’m going to hit you again? Baby that as an accident, I will never do that again” he reached a handout to you “please come back to-”

“I said don’t talk to her.” He was yelling. Calling you baby was crossing the line. At this point Kelce and Topper were on their feet, realizing the situation was about to head south. Frankly, they were shocked Rafe hadn’t beaten him already. He must really care about you to ignore his instincts just to keep you smiling. Gregs deminer changed when you didn’t go to him.

“God, so pathetic. Both of you. I never thought I would see the day that Rafe Cameron is pussy whipped. Especially by someone like her” He gestures to you, his drunk gaze lingering a bit too long. Rafe stepping in front of you fully now. “She is hot and great for fucking.” You grabbed Rafe’s arm, pulling him back. “Don’t you agree Rafe, I know someone like you would only be with her to fuck” you heart shattered at that. Was that true? You hadn’t even fucked yet, but would he leave after you did? “She’s got the sweetest pussy-” Rafe lost it, he didn’t care how badly you wanted him to avoid this fight, he would not stand by and let some drunk, abusive, asshat talk about his girl like that. He charged Greg at full speed. You could see the pure fear in his eyes. Greg knew what Rafe was capable of, but the idiot somehow thought he could get away with it. At this point you were glad to have Rafe pound his face in, if it meant he would finally leave you alone. The sounds of Rafe’s fist colliding with Gregs face we’re getting to be too much. Greg got one good swing in, but it wasn’t much of a fight. You turned to Top.

“Get him off.” You said through a sob. Him and Kelce run over and grab Rafe, pulling him off a very bloody Greg. You hated the bastard but seeing him fucked up still made your stomach twist. In a low and eerie voice Rafe said.

“If you ever come near her again, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you. Got it?” He turned towards you, everything in him softened when he saw you. Kelce and Topper go to pick up Greg and throw him out of the house. Rafe steps closer to you, afraid to touch you.

“You’re bleeding... and you’re knuckles...” You said through tears. Rafe couldn’t believe you were concerned. He expected you to be upset that he beat the living shit out of Greg.

“Hey, I’m okay... really” He held your face now. Whipping away a tear. “Look I know you didn’t want me to fight him... But baby, I couldn’t just let-”

“I know. It’s okay” you spoke softly, he smiled down at you.

“He will never come near you again okay.”

“I know, but Rafe...Please don’t actually kill him. I know you could...but just... maybe don’t do that.” You said with an uncomfortable laugh, Rafe’s smile grew.

“I won’t baby, just needed to scare him that’s all. But you’re safe now, okay.” You just nod. After a moment you looked up into his stunning eyes.

“Okay now it’s my turn to clean you up.” you spoke. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before you grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom.

You sat him on the edge of the bathtub and started to dab his lip with a wet cloth. His eyes piercing into you, which you did your best to ignore.

“Can I ask you something?” he just hums in response.

“Are you only looking for sex from me?” you finally look up to meet his gaze. He looks at you, with a tiny hint of pain in his eyes.

“Is this because of what that prick said?” You look down again. Rafe takes your chin and holds it up so you’re looking at him.

“y/n, I have been in love with you since we were kids.” His declaration made your mouth fall open. “I never did anything about it because you were my little sisters best-friend, and then you were with that fucker. His hands dropped to your waste to pull you closer. “I want to be with you because you have always made me smile, you’ve made me want to be a better man, and you have so much love inside you despite all the shit you have been put through.” he took a beat “and I mean, yeah, of course I want to fuck you, you’re sexy as hell” he chuckled “but I want to do it right, and when you’re ready.” The sincerity in his eyes is something you’ve never seen from him. “y/n, I really do...love you” it was his turn to look down. Rafe Cameron just admitted he loved someone, something most people thought was impossible. You grabbed his cheeks and forced his head up.

“Rafe Cameron, I have been in love with you since the day we met. Even if you were a little punk, who gave me and Sarah a hard time.” You both laughed, but tears started to form in your eyes. “I never dreamed in a million years you would see me as anything more than your sister's friend, and the night I came over, I knew that there was something real here. I love you Rafe Cameron and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.” Rafe grabbed you and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. You finally pulled back for some air, and Rafe put his forehead on yours, not wanting to let you go, ever.

“Let’s go back to your place, yeah?” You spoke. He just smiled and nodded.

It was only a few months after that night that he proposed. A lot of people on the island were shocked that it all happened so fast, more people were surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. It didn’t matter what anyone thought though. You were his, and he was yours. How it was always meant to be.

To this day, you thank the heavens that Rafe was home that night you snuck into the Cameron's house.

#soft rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe obx #dark rafe cameron #outer banks #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx

100 notes · View notes

s1utforfictionalmen · 1 month

Text

Violent Nights - Part 1

Summary - Rafe is there for you after your ex got violent.

Warnings - Domestic abuse, soft boy Rafe, cursing

Part 2

Author note: Hi, I used to have a Tumblr when I was in high school and wrote a lot of fan fic. Stopped doing it for a while and kinda missed it, tbh. (I forgot my old account info - classic) but I'm back and ready to spread the joy of living in a fictional world! Yay! Let me know what you think!

Everyone knew Greg, your boyfriend, was no good. He was absent, aggressive, and disrespectful. Truthfully you were only with him at this point because you were scared to leave. But the night he hit you was the night you knew you had to get out.

It was late, too late to break into the Camerons house, but here you are at 1 in the morning typing in the keypad to their back door. Sarah always said you could stay anytime you needed a safe place to be. Between Greg and your shitty home life, you found yourself staying over there more than you’d like to admit. You loved everyone in the Cameron household, even Rafe, despite his reputation. They always treated you with kindness and made you feel so welcome. Normally you would never come over unannounced, or this late, but you were desperate. You knew Ward and Rose were out of town, Wheezie was at a friend’s for the weekend, and Sarah was likely with John B. You were praying that Rafe was also gone (he wasn’t). You just wanted to get inside, clean yourself off, and sleep in a safe bed. You opened the back door and started to sneak your way up to Sarahs room. In the mist of the darkness, you accidentally hit a glass off the table. Suddenly Rafe is running down the stairs with a bat in hand, throwing on all the lights.

“WHO’S THERE?” You let out a yelp and threw your hands in front of your face.

“Rafe! It’s me! It’s me, Rafe.” Rafe let out a huge sign, as if exhaling all his adrenaline. He drops the bat.

“y/n, what are you doing here?” He said with exhaustion. “Sarah’s not here.” You kept your head down, not wanting him to see you.

“I..I know I just needed to crash here tonight. Sarah said it was cool.”

“Why what happened?” A hint of concern in his voice.

“Don’t stress about, let me clean up this glass, and I’ll just head to Sarahs room when I’m done. Sorry to scare you.” You let out a weak chuckle. Rafe could easily tell that you were intentionally keeping your head low.

“Look at me.” He said tenderly but still with assertion. You slowly lifted your head, revealing your red cheek, busted lip, and a forming bruise on your eye. You locked eyes with him. You had never looked so frail. The tears you had managed to stop earlier were starting to resurface. You trusted Rafe, yet you felt embarrassed for the state you were in. You eye darted back down. Rafe started walking toward you aggressively, and you flinched, he slowed his pace. He came up to you with such care, and softly cupped your cheeks, taking in every mark on your skin.

“What happened?”

“I got in a huge fight with my parents and on my way over here I tripped and hit the concrete with my face.” Rafe’s concern didn’t subside, if anything it intensified.

“y/n, I have been in plenty of fights to know what a black eye looks like. Who hit you?” His voice sounded angry, but his touch was still so delicate. You looked back up into his piercing eyes.

“Who do you think.” A tear finally spilled. His heart broke, but his body ignited with rage. His hands came off you, and he stepped back. You could see the veins popping out of his arms and his shoulders became tense.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He grabs the bat and moves to the door. You quickly stepped in front of him, putting your hands on his chest. He immediately stopped and when he looked down at you some of his anger subsisted.

“Please...please don’t. I don’t need any more violence tonight.” Your voice cracked and so did Rafe’s chest. He let the bat slip from his hands, and he let out another large exhale. He looked up, seriously contemplating if he should still go or not.

“Okay... yeah, okay.” He looked down at you. Slowly he brushed a piece of hair away from your bruising eye. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You didn’t want Rafe to see you like this, but you also knew he wouldn’t go back to bed knowing you were hurt. You just nodded your head.

“Grab an ice pack and meet me in my bathroom.” You just nodded slowly.

After you grabbed the pack, you made your way to his bathroom. He grabbed your hand and slowly guided you to sit on the counter.

“I want to get some of this makeup and blood off, and then you can take a shower.” He pulled out one of Sarah’s make-up remover wipes, and slowly started to rub your eyes. You sucked in a breath but then leaned into his hand. You were surprised that he bothered to get actual wipes from Sarah and didn’t just use a wet rag.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” You let out a shaky breath.

“Well, after work, Greg told me to meet them at the bar. I really didn’t want to go, but you know how Greg is. After a couple hours I was over it. Greg was ignoring me, and I wanted to get out of this stupid dress. So, I told him I wanted to go home. He got all pissy but finally agreed to leave. The whole car ride home he was bitching about how I don’t let him have fun with his friends, and that I’m too demanding, and a bunch of other cruel shit.” Rafe stopped rubbing your eyes and brough the ice pack up to your eye while you continued your story, able to look at him now. Well, with one eye anyway. “But when we got back to his place, mind you I wasn’t there all day” you inhaled another breath trying to steady yourself and hold back the tears. “He saw that there wasn’t any food made and started flipping out even more. Continue talking about how I was useless, and I should be doing more for him. I spoke up and told him that I wasn’t even at his house and why would I make him dinner... that’s when he slapped me...” Rafe’s jaw clenched. “I knew that I couldn’t be there anymore, so I started getting my things together. As I started walking out the door, he grabbed my arm” Rafe looked down and took note of the bruise forming on your bicep. “And he said I could never leave him, so I.. I, uh, spit in his face, and that’s when he punched me. He looked shocked at himself for doing in, but he didn’t let me go. So, I ended up kneeing him in the balls.” You left out a low chuckle. “And now I’m here” you said with a weak smile.

Rafe didn’t say anything, just looked at you. His gaze was so intense that you broke eye contact and the tears started to form again. Suddenly Rafe engulfed you in a big hug. He just held you, and you felt so safe, you brought your arms up and hugged him back. That’s when the tears broke free, and you started sobbing. He just held you.

“You’re okay. Okay. No one is ever going to hurt you again, I promise.” You shook your head in his chest. After a few more minutes your tears finally stopped, and your breathing was back to normal. Rafe stepped back.

"Now, how about that shower?”, he looked down at you, once again holding your cheeks, with a soft smile. You just nodded in agreement.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes.” He exits the bathroom. You hop in the shower and cry for what feels like eternity, before getting out. You grabbed the towel and made your way into the bedroom. Rafe was standing there awkwardly holding some of his clothes. You smiled at yourself, he was giving you his clothes, which was mostly likely intentionally, because he had no issue grabbing Sarahs make-up remover wipes.

“Uh sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay...um...here are some clothes” He hands you the pile, trying desperately not to check you out. This is not the time. “there’s also some Advil and water on the nightstand. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll be in the guest room, just let me know if you need anything.” He goes to turn.

“Rafe...” He turns back.

“Do you mind staying here? I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” You let out a soft chuckle.

“Rafe I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t comfortable with it.” A smile breaks out on his face.

“Sure y/n, I would love to stay here.” You go back into the bathroom to get dressed. When you come back, Rafe is sitting in bed with his shirt off, going through his phone. His head shoots up and he takes you in, smiling to himself as you get into his bed.

“Thank you, Rafe, for today. Really.” You spoke quietly. He slid into the covers to face you.

“y/n, I would do anything to keep you safe." You just smiled and looked down. He grabbed your chin, so you were looking in his eyes.

“You don’t deserve this, and I promise you that you will never be hurt like this again. Ever. You are too incredible.” Rafe leaned in, and for a moment you thought he was going for your lips. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t dream about kissing Rafe but not like this. His lips meet your forehead.

“Goodnight y/n.”

“Goodnight Rafe.” He switched off the light. You both lay there in the darkness. You feel Rafe shoot closer to you but kept a few inches between your bodies. You meet him in the middle, and slowly he pulls you into his chest. You have never felt safety like this before. You knew Rafe could be a bit of a hot head, but never with you. You always had a crush on Rafe, but he was your friends' older brother, the kook king, the ladies' man, the guy you thought you could never have. Yet here you are, being held by him in his bed. You fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, and the idea that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same for you.

It was the best night of sleep you’ve ever had.

#rafe cameron #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron imagine #soft rafe cameron #outer banks #obx fic #obx fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfiction

145 notes · View notes

s1utforfictionalmen · 1 month

Text

SORRY, NOT SORRY -RAFE CAMERON

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!listener

Summary: Rafe can be a “good” boyfriend when he wants to be… with a sprinkle of manipulation of course.

Warnings: Naughty language, Fluff low-key from our toxic daddy, ft. JJ being a chaotic mess.

notes: This audio is set during 1x05. Instead of it being midsummer's, it's the listeners birthday! I've been working on this all week and I'm tired of listening to it on repeat, so if something doesn't add up, it's because I got lazy. And I wish Rafe told me he loved me. 😭

word count: Its audio, my panties are wet and so are yours.

Scene one

JJ: Ah, would you look at this! It's our birthday girl!

You: What are you doing here?

Our cutie patootie rambles on then walks off with the security guard.

During this pause count to about 6 or 7.

You: What the hell did you guys do to his face?

Rafe: We didn't do anything… his face was like that when he…showed up.

You: Well, why did you guys corner him in here?

Rafe: We were just making sure... he knew his place. And that he's not allowed here. If anything, we were doing you and your parents a favor, I mean, god knows what he already took.

You: You promised me you wouldn’t start anything tonight, Rafe.

Rafe: Can you give us a minute? I'd like to talk to my girlfriend... alone, so get out. Alright, um, can I speak first since you wanna do this right now?

You: Go ahead.

Rafe: How long have you lived here?

You: I was born here.

Rafe: Yes you were born here, but where - where did you grow up?

You: Figure 8.

Rafe: Yes, you grew up on Figure 8. And where did... our pal JJ grow up?

You: The cut.

Rafe: The Cut. and that's exactly my point, baby. We're kooks. And... what is JJ again?

You: Jesus, Rafe don't start-

Rafe: Come on, you wanna talk, let’s talk. What about communication? Isn’t that what we're supposed to be working on?

Count to 3 during this pause.

You: He’s a pouge.

Rafe: See that wasn't so hard, now was it? Now, let me make something clear, and stop me if you get a little confused - you and me. We’re practically royalty on this island. We’re together for a reason. And before you saying, yes I do love you. I always have and I always will. You’re mine. You’re it for me, sweetheart. And… you’re a kook. So, start acting like one before I do something about it, mkay?

You: God, you’re a dick you know that? How about you leave too.

Rafe: Ugh, look I’m sorry, alright? It’s just… it’s just when I saw him on the patio talking to Sarah I lost it. This is supposed to be your day and I didn’t want him ruining it. Kind of like when… uh… we switched out the coke with flour and gave it to Top because he ate your cupcakes.

You: And how is that relevant to this?

Rafe: It’s sorta the same thing. You - you worked hard on those. Uh, he ate them. I was pissed because they were for me. And you were upset because I wanted to punch him in the throat. Tomato, tomahto. Blah, blah, blah. See you’re smiling, I love it when you smile.

You: You’re such a sap.

Rafe: I love you.

You: I love you too.

Rafe: And again, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I just didn’t know how else to get him to leave. You know how JJ and his friends are. All of them are drawn to us like a moth to a flame. Now, uh, can we put this behind us and get back to the party?

You: Thats the smartest thing that’s come out of your fat mouth all night, baby.

Rafe: By the way, I really do think he took something from your bedroom.

You: What?

Rafe: I saw him come down from the hallway, unless he took something from your dad’s office?

You: You’re serious?

Rafe: As a heart attack.

You: But… I’ve never done anything to him.

Rafe: That’s what they do though. You should know this by now. They butter you up, just to take whatever they can right from under our noses. It’s sick, if I’m being honest.

You: So much for trying to be civil.

Rafe: I know, yeah, I’ll talk to your dad, and um, see what we can do. But for now, let’s go celebrate. It’s not everyday someone turns 17.

@rafesapologist @rvfecamerons @sadfury @rafesthroatbaby @rafesaddiction @hockeybabe87 @rafeinterlude @starkeyisthelastname @secretly-tumb1r @kingkylie444 @stayonmars @maybankswhore @barbiiecams @princessmisery666 @ilovebarrykeoghan

If you would like to be tagged, I gotchu sis.

402 notes · View notes