#sad rafe

[rafesfavgirl]

stop asking me to stay — r. cameron

❝ please don't fall apart i can't face your breaking heart i'm trying to be brave stop asking me to stay ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: you and rafe have been dating for seven months, and while the relationship started it out well, as soon as the honeymoon phase ended (about 3 months in), everything went to shit. you've been trying to put up with it, but tonight, you realize you've had enough.

words: 1.4k+

warnings: toxic relationship, cocaine use, alcohol use, attachment issues, might make you cry, no happy ending, angst asf

you walk out into the backyard full of girls in swimsuits and guys in swim trunks with drinks in hand, strobes of light flashing around, and music blasting, hoping to find your dear boyfriend who had disappeared on you. again.

god, how much longer did he think you were gonna put up with this?

you look around, and head for topper when you spot him. he was playing pong against kelce and some of their other golf buddies.

"top," you call out to him when you walk up to the table to join them.

"hey, y/n," he greets you, as he readies his hand to shoot a ball. he does, and it lands in one of the cups, causing the surrounding guys and girls to erupt in cheers. "what's up?"

"have you seen rafe?" you ask him.

"nah, not lately," he shook his head at you, shooting his other ball.

he misses that one.

you snap your head towards kelce. "kelce?"

"last i saw him he was cutting a line in the living room upstairs, y/n," he shrugs, and you groan, rolling your eyes.

of course he was. fucking fantastic.

you don't even say another word to either of them before you walk away and head back towards the house. you manage your way through the crowd just fine and scurry up the stairs to the second floor.

just as kelce described, you find rafe seated on a couch in the living room surrounded by some guys and girls—one who was a little too close to him for your liking—cutting a line of coke with his black card.

"rafe," you say his name, and his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, his dark blue eyes meeting yours. 

he immediately stands up, pretending as if you didn't just see him cutting the line of coke with his card, shaking off the girl draped over his arm in the process. "y/n."

"can you take me home?" you ask, pulling your eyes away from his. you just couldn't stand to look in them anymore. "i have that interview with the admissions officer from yale tomorrow."

"yeah," he nods, rounding the coffee table to approach you. "whatever you want, baby."

everyone else eyes the two of you carefully, the girl previously draped over rafe giving you the stink eye. no one could ever pull rafe away from the coke faster than you.

when he stops to stand in front of you to block your view of the "friends" he left snorting lines of coke, you look up at him through your lashes, not knowing what to think.

"i've been looking for you for an hour," you say, and he sighs.

"i'm sorry," he replied—you were sick of hearing that though. it was the same half-assed apology every time. and yet, nothing ever changed.

you'd probably go through this exact thing again next weekend when he drags you to some other party.

"save it," you say, catching him off guard.

he knew you didn't like it when did coke, but you never stopped him from apologizing before.

"just take me home," you turn around and walk away from him, making your way back downstairs.

he follows closely behind you, but falls behind a little when you quickly course your way through the crowd on the first floor and he struggles to do the same.

"y/n, wait up," he jogs to catch up to you when you both step outside, but you just quicken your pace towards his car. "babe!"

you hear him call after you, and since his legs are much longer than yours, he manages to catch up and walk in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

"can you just stop for a second?" he asks, placing both of his hands on either of your arms to make you look at him. "what's wrong?"

"do you even have to ask?"

he sighs, and drops his hands from your arms. "okay, so i snorted a line. what's the big deal?"

"was it just a line, rafe?" you asked, knowing he could never just stop at one.

"so maybe it was two or three," he admits with a shrug. "but what's the big deal? we're at a party, y/n. we came here to have fun!"

"you think this is fun?" you ask him, the pent up anger caused by the way he's been acting the last few months rising to the surface. "it is not fun for me to come with you to these parties only to find you've abandoned me after i go to the bathroom to go snort lines of coke, rafe! let alone find some girl draped all over you and you don't even seem to care!"

"oh for fuck's sake, it's not like i'm sneaking off to fuck them, y/n!" he defended. "they do that shit on their own. what do you expect me to do about that?"

"uh, i don't know, tell them to fuck off? to get off you? to stop? to move?" you say, stating several different things he could have said to them.

he knows your right, but as always, he refused to back down.

"god, are you seriously bitching about this?" his voice was louder know, the adrenaline from the coke clouding his judgment and riling him up. "wait- no, that's-" 

he immediately realized what he just said to you, and though he wanted to take it back—and even tried to—it was too late.

"you know what? just go back inside, rafe," you shrug, finally giving up.

there was no use fighting back anymore because you were never gonna get through to him. not when he was like this—coked out of his mind.

"go back to your coke buddies, go back to whatever girl decides to throw herself onto you next, and just forget about me," you tell him. "i'm done."

his coke-induced state of mind seems to fade completely when he hears those two words come out of your mouth.

"what?" his voice was much quieter now, and delicate. something not usual for rafe.

"you heard me," you said, looking him in the eyes. "i can't keep doing this, rafe."

"no, no, no, no, no," he shakes his head frantically, panic clearly building up in him at the thought of losing you. he closes the distance between the two of you and takes your hands in his. "i promise i'll do better, baby. i'll change. i love you."

as much as you wanted to give in and believe him, you knew that your relationship had run its course. he did love you—you never doubted that. but it shouldn't have to be this hard. enough was enough.

you needed to do what was best for you, and this just wasn't it anymore. as much as you loved him, you knew this was the best thing for you. no matter how badly it broke your heart, you had to walk away.

"not enough to choose me," you shook your head, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. "you give in every time."

he drops your hands from his, his demeanor changing again. now, he looked furious. cold. meaner.

"well, i'm sorry i'm not fucking perfect like you!" his voice was full of venom. the rafe cameron you fell in love with was gone. "you know what? just do what you want, y/n. go run off to yale and find some perfectly polished guy! see if i care."

his eyes filled with disgust as he trailed them over you, a scoff leaving his mouth, "i should've just fucked all those other girls. at least they know how to have fun."

while you knew he wouldn't take your words well, you never expected him to be so cruel. but then again, wasn't it always this way? when he was off of it, you never really knew what to expect.

another reason why you had to walk away. it wasn't worth all the exhaustion going back and forth with him. he wasn't worth it anymore.

"go ahead," you say, trying your hardest to keep a solid front. no way you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

he rolled his eyes. "find your own way home, bitch," he spat, bumping your shoulder as he walked back towards the house.

the second you knew he could no longer see you, you break.

the rafe you knew was gone.

part 2.

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[rafedaddy01]

Summary: reader and Rafe are enemies, but their families are super close so they are forced to go on a trip together where they end up sharing a room. One thing leads to another and they end up sharing more than just a room together.

Warnings: smut

Notes: this was a request. It was anonymous so I’m not sure who sent it in but thank you! Btw, I got ALL of your guys’s requests, thank you so much!!! I asked and you guys really delivered. I will get all of them just be patient with me 🧡🥹

You and Rafe NEVER got along. It was a mutual thing.

Anytime your family would gather the two of you would just spend the entire time arguing, about little things.

For example, one time your family was at Rafes house and the way he chewed with his mouth opened bothered you. You kindly asked him to stop and he went off on you. He is such a drama queen.

So when you got the news that your two families would be going camping together… boy oh boy. It would definitely be an eventful weekend.

“Great” you curse under your breath as you try to set up your tent but struggle. You hear snickering behind you and turn to see the eldest Cameron.

You roll your eyes and turn back around.

“Y/n. You’ll be sharing a tent with Rafe”

“What!” You exclaim back to your mother who rolls her eyes at your annoyance.

“Don’t make a scene! Be a reasonable person. You know Sarah has issues with you” you mother explains.

You roll your eyes.

Sarah.

She hated you and for no reason at that.

She could sometimes be worse than her older brother, sometimes.

“Fine” you grumble as you unzip your tent and carry your bag inside.

“Hi roomie”

You roll your eyes as the vein in your forehead try’s to burst free.

“Careful, one day they’ll get stuck like that”

“Good. Then I won’t have to look at you anymore”

Rafe steps back and places a hand over his heart, almost like you had hurt him. “Ouch” he says sarcastically. “And I thought you were starting to like me”

“In your dreams Cameron. There isn’t a bone in my body that could ever like you” your up in his face at this point.

He looks down at you with a smirk.

“Not one?” He asks smugly.

You cock an eyebrow at him

“Not even.. if I do this?”

His fingertips smoothly trail up your waist and arms, coming up to push the hair off your neck and he gives you a genuine smile before locking eyes with you. “Or this..?”

He leans down and places a soft kiss to your neck.

“Ra-“

“Y/n! Rafe! Come out here, we’re getting ready for dinner”

Your moan gets cut off my your fathers voice. You push Rafe off and glare at him as he looks you up and down before turning away and laughing.

“I hate you”

You walk out of the tent and go help prepare dinner.

The rest of the night goes as usual. You and Rafe have your bickering and the rest of the family gets a migraine from it. But something about this bickering is different, it’s almost like… flirting?

At the end of the night your too exhausted to stay up and listen to the adults blab on about business so you tell everyone good night and trail off to your tent.

Rafe was already there and you quietly unzip the tent but stop when you heart soft moans.

“Oh fuck” his voice is quiet but it’s audible for how close you are to the tent.

A smirk forms on your face as you decide to mess with Rafe yourself.

You sit there and listen to him touching himself when he says something that catches you off guard “oh y/n, shit right there”

Your eyes widen as you register what you just heard.

You unzip the tent and push inside, quickly closing it behind you and rushing to rafe.

“What the fuck Cameron!” You punch his arm as he scrambles to get dressed.

“Your disgusting” you go to turn around but are tugged back

“Come on. Don’t say you haven’t thought about it. All this love-hate game we got going is pretty fun, but let me have my own kinda fun now” he leans in to kiss you and for whatever reason you don’t move.

Rafes lips capture yours and it’s.. nice?

He softly groans against your mouth as you open wider and he sucks on your tongue.

“Fuck..” he breaths out as he pulls away.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t hate you”

You quickly tear off your cloths and watch Rafe do the same as you push him down and start straddling him.

“We have to be quiet”

You grasp his hard dick and stroke it a few times as he hisses at you. “Shit”

You smirk as you align it to your entrance and sink down “fuck, rafe”

You stay still for a moment as you try to adjust, but Rafe is impatient.

He sits up and grabs your ass before roughly slamming up into you.

You bite down on his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.

“Rafe” you whisper against his neck as he gets more viscous with his thrusts.

“Shit y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck the best out of you”

You clench around his length as his confession

“Fuck! You like that don’t you. You little slut, like the idea of me disciplining you?” He gives your ass a little swat as you start rocking your hips.

“Shit, rafe” you grab your tits as you toy with the nipples and Rafe watches you with lustful eyes.

“I’m c-close!” You quietly moan as Rafe flips you over and slams into you repeatedly.

You clamp down onto his cock as he swells inside you.

“Fuck rafe, pull out!” You arch your back as your release nears.

“Shit shit shit” Rafe curses as he thrusts once, twice, and on the third time cums deep inside you.

He catches his breath before pulling out and his cum seeps out of you.

“What the fuck Cameron! I told you to pull out!” You whisper-yell as you push him off you and cover yourself with the blanket.

He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs as he lays down on the makeshift bed.

“You better get on birth control because I plan on doing that again”

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[variety-fangirl]

Collateral / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 2 here

Summary: Rafe forgot to pay Barry and doesn't have the money, so Barry takes you as collateral until he pays him.

Warnings: kidnapping, guns, threat, angst, etc...

Authors note: I wanted to go with the scene where Rafe gives his bike as collateral but Barry instead takes you as collateral, some areas I have changed to fit my version, hope you enjoy! 😊

Word count: 3.2k

You and Rafe had been dating for about a year now, you'd had your fair share of ups and downs with him. You loved him more than anything and accepted him for who he was when you first went on a date. You knew Rafe had issues with his family and substance abuse, but you never judged him. You tried to help him multiple times and for a while, he would seem to do well but he would then go back to drinking and using drugs. It broke your heart and made you feel like a failure of a girlfriend but you realised after six months of dating that it wasn't you, it was him. Months of late-night visits high or drunk, phone calls in the early hours of the morning, cleaning wounds and cuts from his countless fights, and you never once complained.

Of course, his behaviour upset and frustrated you on occasions but you were in love with the boy. You were sure that with time, he would get better and stay away from the drugs and drinking. He always treated you kindly and so lovingly, no matter what state he was in. Yet, he was cruel to others, it didn't make sense to you. For the past week or so Rafe had been using almost non-stop, but he'd been having withdrawals from the last two days of not having any drugs in his system. It panicked you a little. You thought your relationship was strong and nothing would break you, until today.

You woke up at Tannyhill, Rafe next to you fast asleep. You got up for the day, the clock reading 8 am. You showered and got dressed before Rafe was even awake. He looked so peaceful, so you decided to let him sleep in a little before waking him. You made your way downstairs to have breakfast and some much-needed coffee, bumping into Rose and Wheezie on the way. You prepared breakfast for yourself and Rafe, nothing fancy, just eggs, toast, and bacon. You hummed a random song that was stuck in your head, rocking from side to side as you finished cooking the food. Just as you were plating up, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to gasp out of shock. Rafe pulled your back against his front, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. He trailed soft kisses up and down your neck, you were happy until you noticed the back of your shirt was wet.

You turned, frowning and noticed Rafe was sweating profusely. You knew he was having withdrawals, your nerves setting in. You simply passed him a plate of breakfast with a peck on the lips, making him smile lazily. You bit your lip, unsure of whether he would be drunk or off his face by the end of the day. You closed your eyes and turned to face him, Rafe sat at the kitchen island. "So, what's the plan for the day?" You questioned, wondering what he had in mind. He looked up at you from his plate, "I need to visit Barry in a bit and then we can go meet the guys." He mumbled, mostly focused on his food. You sighed to yourself, keeping your thoughts of disappointment to yourself and drinking your coffee.

You were already dressed for the day, so you waited on Rafe to get ready. You waited outside for him, enjoying the warm sun dancing across your exposed skin. You heard footsteps and watched as Sarah made her way outside to meet Topper, "Hey Sarah!" You smiled as she passed you, she turned around with a smile on her face. "Hey y/n! I feel like I haven't seen you properly for a while, how are you?" She wondered, pulling you in for a hug. Your arms lingered around her for a little longer than planned, and Sarah frowned into your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm good. You??" You lied, releasing her. Sarah felt like something was wrong, "yeah I'm good, I have to go but let's catch up soon yeah?" She asked with a smile, slowly making her way towards Topper's car. Topper waved to you from his open door, you waved in return and nodded to Sarah with a smile.

Sarah got into Topper's car with a frown, slightly concerned about your behaviour. A moment later Rafe walked through the doorway, smiling when he reached you. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bike, he often took you on it. You got on the back, a helmet safely on your head and a churning in your stomach as Rafe pulled out of the driveway. You hated going to Barry's, the guy made you feel uncomfortable. He was hella creepy and scary, always carrying around his gun and threatening people. Rafe stopped bringing you with him when you voiced your feelings, leaving you in the car or by the bike if you did go with him. The drive wasn't long, you were there within fifteen minutes. Barry was sitting in the garden on his chair, turning when he heard someone pulling up. "I'm going to stay here." You let Rafe know, seeing Barry eyeing you weirdly. You'd only just arrived and already you wanted to get away.

"I won't be long." He placed a kiss on your forehead, passing you his helmet. "Country club!" Barry called to Rafe, standing from his chair to greet him. You couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as they were too far from you, so you just observed from your position. Everything seemed fine until Barry grabbed Rafe's collar, panic set in for your boyfriend's safety. Barry began yelling at Rafe, Rafe pointed to his bike and then Barry released him. "Princess, come here!" Barry called, ushering you over. Your eyes widened, not wanting to move, "no I'm good here thanks." You yelled back, not moving an inch. Barry said something to Rafe, making him turn to you, "Come here babe, please." Rafe called, waving you over. You gulped and placed both helmets on the bike, making your way over.

Your stomach churned nervously the closer you got to Barry, your palms feeling sweaty. The guy was unpredictable and had a screw loose, you knew he hurt people to get what he wanted. You noticed Rafe had the bag of drugs in his hands when you reached them, so why hadn't he paid Barry yet so you could leave? Something was wrong. You raised your brow at Barry curiously, gripping Rafe's free hand tightly. Rafe squeezed your hand to reassure you everything was okay, but something didn't feel right. "Your boyfriend here doesn't have the money for his shit so he offered his bike as collateral until he can get the money, but I think you are far more valuable to him, so I'm taking you instead," Barry announced, grabbing you roughly. You looked at Rafe with wide frightened eyes, trying to grab for him.

"Hey man, c'mon. That wasn't the deal." Rafe tried to reason calmly with Barry, trying to pull you away but Barry pulled out his gun, pointing it at him. "Nu-uh country club, your girl is collateral until you get me my fucking money!" Barry grabbed you and pulled you to his house, "two days country club!" He yelled to the air, pushing you into his house. You heard Rafe scream annoyed, the sound of his bike speeding away further and further as each second passed. You were panicking, Barry was crazy and probably wouldn't be afraid to shoot you to get his money. You were thrown down on his sofa, "sit there princess." He mumbled, going into the kitchen. You instantly got up and tried running away, reaching his door. Just as you were about to open it, you felt something connect with your head. You fell to the ground and groaned.

Barry smacked your head against the doorframe! You lifted your finger to touch the tender area on your forehead, a hiss escaping as a throb set in. You pulled your fingers, seeing red coating them. Your head was bleeding, a wound from the impact. Your arm was grabbed harshly, your body was thrown backwards onto the sofa and a cold bag was tossed into your lap. It was a frozen bag of peas, "put that on your head. I told you to fuck sit there man, why don't you listen?" He grumbled, now annoyed with your presence. You listened to him this once and placed the frozen bag gently on your wound, hissing as your head began throbbing painfully. You lay your head against the back of the sofa and laughed, "bet you wish you took the bike instead now, don't you?" You taunted, hoping he'll reconsider and take the bike instead. Barry huffed annoyed, "fuck you man, shut up!" He turned away from you to do something, and this time you didn't dare get up again.

Hours had passed, it was late by this point. You had hoped Rafe would've been back by now, feeling disappointed that he wasn't. You had fallen asleep not long after Barry assaulted you, the throbbing too much for you to handle. The pain had increased when you woke up, "Barry!" You called, hoping he was awake. "Barry!" You called again, frustrated. Barry came storming down the hallway, a pissed expression on his face. "What?!" He yelled with his gun in his hand snuggly. "My head hurts, I need painkillers so I can sleep." You mumbled, hoping he was at least that decent. You knew that if you tried to run again, he'd either just shoot you or do something to Rafe as revenge. You wouldn't dare let Barry hurt Rafe for your stupidity, Barry wasn't the guy to mess with. So you were going to stay put. Although you were pissed at Rafe for putting you in this situation, in a moment of weakness you wondered how much more you could put up with.

Barry sighed and went through the cupboards in his kitchen, passing a glass of water and a pill bottle to you. You raised your eyebrow at him, "don't worry, I won't use my good shit on you. It's just Tylenol." He mumbled, taking a seat on a chair near the door. Seems he was going to keep a close eye on you now. You sighed and took two of the pills, hoping to get rid of the migraine and get some decent sleep at least. You decided to get as comfortable as you could with Barry pointing a gun at you and staring. You led down on the sofa on your back, staring up at the dirty ceiling. Your mind ran wild as the pills began kicking in slowly after a few minutes, you were upset Rafe would even put you in a situation like this in the first place. You understood he had a problem but you thought you meant more to him than to put you in any sort of danger. Guess I was wrong, you thought. He knew you were uncomfortable and hated Barry, yet he brought you along anyway. You should have refused and just stayed in the house, but you didn't want to get on his bad side whilst he was having withdrawals. You'd seen him turn on people in an instant when he was like this.

You sighed to yourself, closing your eyes. Your thoughts kept you up for quite a while, but the throbbing pain had almost completely disappeared, it was only a dull ache now. You were exhausted from today's stressful events but your brain was vividly aware of Barry watching you like a hawk not too far away. You turned to face the back of the sofa, trying not to think of the activities that have taken place on it. You wondered what Rafe was doing right now if he was working hard to gather the money needed to pay Barry. After about an hour or so, you felt yourself slowly start to drift off. Thankful to get some sleep at least.

-

The next morning you were awoken by the sun shining brightly on your face, the light irritating your eyes. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, your hand coming up to shield them from the harsh light. Your whole body ached from the uncomfortable couch that dug into your skin multiple times with metal springs. It was also worn from use, so there wasn't much support for your back. You stood up, stretching your back and arms, hoping to relieve some of the aching. It helped slightly, you looked to the open door, "don't think about it girly." Barry grumbled, staring at you down with a 'try me' look. You huffed and moved into the kitchen with him, feeling extremely hungry, having skipped dinner yesterday. You managed to find some in date bread and butter, making some simple toast for yourself. You and Barry stared the other down, both seeming to hate the others company. After finishing your toast, you took two more pills with water and sat back down.

You looked around, wondering how Barry kept himself entertained. His tv was broken, and a few books scattered around that looked worse for wear. He had obviously read them multiple times, surprising you. An intellectual drug dealer, how peculiar. The sound of a car engine alerted you both, you immediately stoop up and walked outside. Barry walked with you, holding on to your arm, you huffed annoyed. Rafe made his way over, an envelope of cash in hand. "Here man, it's all there." Rafe passed the money, looking at you with a frown as he seemed to catch sight of the wound on your forehead. You avoided his eyes, too upset with him to look at him. Barry released your arm, saying something to Rafe but you didn't wait around to listen. Rafe tried to grab your arm but you shrugged him off, storming off to the car. You heard Rafe following you, you both getting into the car. Rafe tried to speak to you, but you weren't having any of it, "drive Rafe." Your tone was harsh and cold.

You heard him sigh, you faced the window. You refused to look his way, tears clouding your vision. You blinked them away, refusing to cry yet. The ride was fairly quickly, and you were out of the car even quicker. You slammed the car door and stormed off, running into the house and ignoring everyone you passed. You reached Rafe's room and grab your travel bag, taking it into the shower with you. You locked the door behind you, just as you heard Rafe call your name and open the bedroom door. You turned on the shower and sighed facing the bathroom mirror, you looked at your reflection.

The tears fell without you realising, the feeling of relief to be away from Barry was overwhelming. You looked at the wound on your head as your bottom lip quivered. "Baby?" Rafe mumbled, knocking against the door. You didn't answer, too upset with him to reply. New feelings about your relationship surfaced, and you felt unsure of what to do at this point. Did you really want to put yourself in danger again for him? You simple stripped off and got in the shower, feeling gross from not showering yesterday. The tears kept falling as you scrubbed yourself with soap until you felt clean enough to get out, you were in there for a good twenty minutes.

You treated your wound with the first aid kit under Rafe's bathroom sink and got dressed. Your hair was wet from washing, giving it a dry with the towel. You were honestly just taking your time to avoid Rafe, unsure of what to do. Finally, after forty minutes of being in the bathroom, you came strolling out. You didn't look at him, too afraid of breaking down if you did. You put away your belongings in your bag and sighed to yourself, "y/n?" Rafe's gently yet nervous sounding voice alerted you. You could feel his eyes piercing into your head. You turned around, finally facing him. He looked guilty, his nerves bubbling at the surface. All you wanted to do was to go over there and hug time, telling him everything was okay but it's not.

"Yeah?" You asked, not meeting his eye. You put away your belongings into your bag, unsure of what to do. He sighed sadly and scootched closer to the bed's edge towards you. "I'm sorry you were put in that situation, you should've been at home with me. I was so worried about you, I'm going to change I promise. Things will be different." He was being his usual cute, soft, charming self, the one he only showed you. You laughed bitterly to yourself, "you've said this multiple times now Rafe, and no I should not have been put in that situation. Are the drugs more important than my safety to you? Because that is what it felt like. You shouldn't have taken me there with you." You tried to sound strong, but the tears began to prick your sight once again. You blinked them away, not wanting to cry.

"I know and I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promise you that!" He pleaded, getting off the bed and making his way towards you. He grabbed your arms softly, "Rafe you've made these promises multiple times now, how am I supposed to trust what you say and believe you? It's unfair and I can't keep doing it." You pulled away from his hold, trying to grab your other belongings so you could go home. You decided that you needed some time away from him to be able to think clearly. You heard a soft thump, making you turn around to investigate. Rafe was on his knees on the floor, looking at you with teary eyes, "baby, please. I'm begging you, just let me fix this. I-I need you." tears were pouring down his face by this point and his voice had cracked miserably. Seeing how broken he looked and down on his knees for you made you break, your own tears falling.

He crawled towards you, grabbing the bottom of your top in his fists and holding it tightly. "Rafe, I can't do this right now. I need time alone to figure some stuff out, okay." you cried, holding the back of his head with your hand. Rafe stood up, tears still falling and his hands gripping both sides of your face. You gasped as he tucked hair behind your ear and leaned in. He placed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately with such force you thought you would fall over. He pulled away quickly, moving his lips to your forehead. Rafe closed his eyes, his lip quivering against your skin. "Okay." He mumbled as he moved away from you, leaning his hands on his bedside table, his head hanging low. You grabbed your bag and made your way towards the door, you slipped on your shoes. Just as you reached the door, you hesitated, closed your eyes and walked out. Once the door was closed you heard Rafe yell, "FUCK!" followed by multiple bangs and crashes.

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[xorafe]

cam girl (part ten)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe is on your mind constantly. At this point, you’ve accepted it. There was something about the way he looked at you in his car last night. Possibly. Hopefully.

You stand in a quiet aisle, eyeing merchandise while you hold the charm on the necklace he gave you, the metal warm under your fingertips.

You’d never been in a sex shop before. The guys you hooked up with before Rafe were nowhere near as kinky as him and you bought all the stuff you needed to be a cam girl online.

But seeing all the possibilities makes your stomach twist with excitement. You want to try absolutely everything with Rafe.

You’ve been thinking about coming here throughout all your classes today with one thing in mind. Rafe loves to use toys on you, but you’ve never used anything on him.

With Rafe’s need for control, you assume he won’t be all that open to using a cock ring, but you want to do something special for him. Maybe you can introduce him to something for a change.

You find a vibrating ring that you know will fit him, then decide to send him a photo of the toys in the aisle behind you and text him: this is a great place to meet guys.

Before you’re even at the register, your phone buzzes.

Rafe: dont joke like that

Rafe: buying something for yourself princess?

He sends you $100.

You reply: something like that :)

You check out at the register and head home, already looking forward to tonight. Your phone buzzes again.

Rafe: when can i come over?

You smile at your phone.

You: what about our cam session?

You get a notification that he sent $1000. The alert makes you wonder if he thinks you’re just doing all this solely for the money and gifts.

You’d do it all for free.

Rafe: i won’t wait that long

Not just can’t. He won’t.

You reply: like 8ish?

Rafe: ok

It starts to rain close to 8 and when Rafe arrives at your place, his hair is wet and his face and jacket are peppered with raindrops.

“Is the valet not working today?” you joke, knowing full well he had to find street parking on your busy road.

He breathes a chuckle, stepping into your apartment with his usual ease. You’ve noticed that he walks into every room like he owns it.

Rafe shakes off his jacket and places it on the back of one of your kitchen table chairs while you grab a clean hand towel out of your hamper.

“Sorry this towel’s not a million thread count,” you tease, meeting him to dab the towel over his face.

His blue eyes search your face with a hint of something new. Confusion?

You realize you didn’t even think about it; you thoughtlessly started to dry him off. It was such a mechanical response. Your impulse is to take care of him, make him comfortable.

It’s official. This man is not just a fuck buddy to you anymore.

“What?” you ask, knowing you need to crack a joke to break the tension. “I’m just drying off my seat.”

“Oh, my God,” Rafe groans, trying to act annoyed, but you know he’s not. You laugh and lower the towel, squeezing the cotton in your hands.

“What’d you buy?” he asks, clearly eager.

“I’ll show you later. I wanna hear what you have planned,” you say. “You always have something planned.”

“You first,” he says.

“Rafe,” you whine, dropping the towel to rest your hands on his firm shoulders. “Can’t I surprise you for once? What do you want to do to me tonight?”

“I wanna see what you bought,” Rafe solidifies.

You suck your teeth in frustration, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Please?” you breathe. “I’m always the one waiting. Why don’t you wait for once?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens and he shakes his head in disbelief like he can’t believe he’s giving in, but he gives in.

“You ever been tied up?” he finally asks, his voice so deep that it reverberates through you. The air is suddenly thick and any impression of humor that was floating between you has been dismissed by his words.

“Like… bondage?” you say in a short breath, mulling it over as blood rushes to your cheeks. “No. I haven’t.”

He closes the already minuscule distance between you, cradling your jaw in his cool hand.

“I want your hands tied up while I fuck you,” he says. Your mouth goes dry. Just when you think he can’t get any fucking hotter.

Rafe’s hand drops and you hear his belt unbuckling while his hot breath spreads across your cheek.

“Why the fuck are you still dressed?” he rasps. You’re reeling as you strip down to nothing but the necklace he gave you. You hear the clang of his belt buckle falling onto your kitchen table beside you.

Rafe’s hands drag over your hips, pinching down when he turns you to face the other way. He’s still in his boxers, his cock jabbing against your ass. His warm chest is pressed on your back, rising and falling.

“You’re always the one waiting?” he mutters. The belt buckle drags off the table top, and when you feel him roughly grab both your wrists and wrap the thick leather around them, the familiar need for him between your legs aches.

“You’re always waiting,” he repeats with a scoff. “I’m the one who’s always fucking waiting.”

You want to know what he means, but the belt is suddenly tight around your wrists, your chest jutting out. Rafe pushes you by the back of your neck so that your front is down on your table, your cheek flush against the hard plastic.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

The muscles in your thighs are strained and your hips burn against the hard table from the way he has you bent over. He couldn’t even spare the few seconds to go to your bedroom.

You feel his tip press against you, making you wonder which hole he wants to fuck.

“Beg for it,” he orders. His fingers tighten around the back of your neck. Your arms are already burning from being bound like this.

“Please fuck me,” you moan, lips flanged from how hard your cheek is being pushed against the table.

“Say my fucking name,” he tells you.

“Please, Rafe,” you obey. He groans in response, hands settling on your hips.

He stretches your cunt out so fucking slowly that you want to scream. You push back against him, and you swear, he laughs at your desperation.

Rafe finally bottoms out in you, his hips against your ass. He puts his hand over your bound wrists, starting to drag out again.

“This pussy is fucking mine,” he says. As if you need the reminder. He owns you completely.

When he picks up the pace, driving into you, your breath hitches. With every thrust, your hips grind against the hard table, making you ache in pain.

“Ow,” you snip before you can stop yourself.

Rafe immediately pulls out of you, making you writhe in frustration.

“What hurts?”

“Nothing,” you lie, wanting him more than you want the pain to stop. “Keep going.”

“What hurts?” he repeats sternly.

“My hips,” you admit. “I’m fine, it’s just ‘cause of the table. Please just-”

“I’m not making you cry again,” he snaps. He cups a hand on your shoulder. “Go to your bed.”

“Rafe, it’s fine.” You feel oddly ashamed, like you’re not doing your job pleasing him how he wants you to.

“Go,” he mutters. His hand pulls you up and you have no choice but to let him push you into your bedroom.

Your wrists are still bound at your lower back when he bends you over your bed. You sink onto your stomach, feeling Rafe’s fingers spread you open before driving his cock into you again.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he relentlessly pounds in and out of you. Your arms strain against the constrictions of his belt, the sensations so fucking perfect.

“Shit, I’m…” he groans, and you know he’s close, so you try to tilt up your hips so he can get as deep as possible.

Rafe shakes through his orgasm and you think how you could never tire of this feeling, of being the one he finishes inside of and reaches this feeling with.

He’s panting when he pulls out of you. Your wrists burn against the belt as he loosens it. His hand smooths over your ass before he spanks you and collapses beside you.

“Show me what you bought,” he says. “It better make you cum.” You tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“Have an open mind, okay?”

“Damn, what the fuck is it?” Rafe asks with a curious laugh.

You’re sore as you get up on your knees and shift to grab the white ring you already took out of the packaging and placed in your nightstand.

When you settle back on the bed and hold it out in front of him, his brows furrow.

“Is that…?” He can’t finish the sentence, his tone apprehensive.

“It might feel really good,” you say with a small smile. “I got a vibrating one.”

Rafe sits up, glancing down at your purchase before looking up at you again.

“Come on,” you laugh. “You surprise me all the time. I can’t surprise you?”

He clears his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says simply, blinking fast. It sounds like a hard no.

“Oh,” you say. You’re shocked he’s not at least a little open to it, considering how kinky he is. “Okay. Sorry.”

You turn to put the toy away, but his next words stop you.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Fine.”

“Really?” you ask, meeting his eyes again.

“You just look so fucking sad,” he groans.

“You don’t have to do it.”

“Let’s just try it.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “After everything I do to you…” You smile in response.

Rafe sits up against the head of your bed frame and you straddle him, dipping your head to kiss him. It’s strange how with him, making out feels more intimate than sex does. As good as the sex is, nothing gets your heart fluttering quite like when his lips are on yours.

Your hands settle on his shoulders and you tug at the ends of hair as you kiss him passionately.

Rafe smiles under the kiss, your lips molding together, his tongue tumbling with yours. You feel him getting hard again.

You pull back to slide the ring down his cock and he sighs in a way that tells you he can’t believe he’s actually doing this before he takes you in to kiss you again.

Rafe’s hands roll over your ass, squeezing and kneading as you sit on his naked lap. This is the longest you’ve ever kissed. It feels crazy to realize that, considering everything you’ve done together.

“Shit,” he shifts beneath you. His cock is growing, the ring starting to squeeze around him.

“How’s it feel?” you ask.

“Good,” he breathes, eyes low. It makes your heart swell with pride. “Ride me.”

You sink down on him slowly, feeling the ring against you once you’re fully seated. You find the button at the top of it to turn on the vibration.

You both exhale in pleasure at the same time. He skims his hands up to your waist, looking at you while you grind on top of him.

In the dim light of your quiet bedroom, the toy buzzing against your clit, how deep he is inside you, the way his eyes are locked on yours… it’s all so perfect. Everything with him is so fucking perfect that it can’t be true.

The fact that you ended up here all because of a part-time cleaning job and a cam website feels insane.

Your palm is against his hot chest. He looks down at it and his dimples dip into his cheeks as he smiles smugly.

“Your hands are so fucking cute,” he teases. The non-sexual compliment sends you into a tizzy.

“Yours are huge,” you retort, trying to keep cool.

“What else is huge?” he asks.

“Your ego.”

“Fuck off,” he laughs.

“Okay,” you tease, starting to sit up so he’ll slip out of you. He roughly pulls you back down by your hips.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Rafe mutters. You laugh and start to fuck him faster, your hips rolling in circles.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tilting back. “I… Fuck, I need to get on top.”

You shift to let him settle over you, your head resting on your pillow. Rafe’s hand runs up the side of your bent leg and he grabs your calf to pull it towards him, silently inviting you to wrap your legs around him.

You hook your ankles together, your entire body hugging him.

You fuck for at least twenty straight minutes, both of you sweating and panting and shaking. You knew he’d last extra long with the cock ring tight around him, but this is unbelievable.

You cum twice underneath him in the span of the session, earning a string of “good girl”s from him. By your third orgasm, he starts to tremble, too.

When Rafe cums inside you, his name tumbles out in his groan. Not princess, not baby, not good girl, but your name, and it gives you a knotted feeling in your stomach that you haven’t had with him yet.

Maybe it’s because he’s elated over coming down from a new level. Or maybe it’s more.

He pulls out, still dripping.

“So… you like my present?” you ask when he falls in your bed next to you.

“Fuck,” Rafe groans. “That was…” He doesn’t seem to have the words, but neither do you. How do you even begin to describe something this unreal?

“I need water,” you say, unsure of how you’re going to even stand up. “Want some?”

He shakes his head in response.

You stand at your kitchen sink, leaning against the counter and swallowing down cold water. On your way back to the bedroom, you notice a lit up screen on your kitchen table.

Rafe must have left his phone here before you moved to the bed. Through pure instinct, you look at the screen. By the time you realize you’re accidentally snooping, it’s too late.

You don’t see the contact name in time, but you do see the message.

bro where are you? too many bitches here for just me lol

A chill rushes through your body. It must be one of his buddies waiting for him at a party.

Of course. It’s a Friday night and you’re pretty sure all the rich people on the island have to do is party.

You feel like an idiot. Expecting exclusivity from Rafe in the arrangement you’re in was ridiculous. Of course he’s fucking around on the side. Someone like him, with his sex drive, can’t be satisfied by one girl.

At this point, you just want him to leave, so you collect his clothes off the kitchen floor.

Thankfully, Rafe’s already sitting up in your bed when you reenter your bedroom. Surely eager to go.

“Here,” you say coldly, handing him his jeans and t-shirt. You don’t look at him when he takes his clothes from you. “Are you gonna head out?”

You realize when you ask the question, it’s like a secret test you’re putting him through. If he stays, he gives a shit about you. If he leaves, he doesn’t.

“Yeah, I should,” he says. He should. Yeah, he really should go look at and flirt with and fuck other girls.

“‘Kay.” You start to collect some clean clothes from your dresser, covering your body with them, feeling strangely insecure around him now.

“You pissed off or something?” he asks behind you as he gets dressed.

You clench your jaw. Honestly, you’re more hurt than anything. But are you even allowed to be? Just because he acts like your boyfriend sometimes doesn’t mean he is.

“No,” you reply. You swallow down the painful feelings and turn to look at him. “Just tired.” You think back to your texts yesterday about how often you’ve hooked up. “Lost count, right? I might need a break.”

You don’t mean it. At this point, you’re just defensive. Wanting to hurt him like he hurt you.

Rafe’s face flashes in displeasure.

“What - why? What the fuck happened in the last fucking minute?” he asks.

“I’m not allowed to be tired?” you respond.

He dips his head, nodding as he buttons his jeans. He seems silenced by his own anger. Your eyes sweep down his muscled body, wishing he’d just hug you and ask you what’s wrong one more time and reassure you that you’re more than just sex to him.

You can tell he’s pissed off and you know you’re not being fair, but you let him leave without any more words exchanged between you.

After a long shower, you lie in bed and wish Rafe didn’t leave his smell on your pillow. You browse your phone, trying to distract yourself.

You tell yourself you’ll go to sleep in five minutes over and over again. You’re working at the estate tomorrow. You need to get up early. But you know the moment you close your eyes, you’ll be trapped in your thoughts. You don’t want to think about him.

It’s nearing midnight when a text comes in.

Rafe: princessssssdsssss

You look at your screen in confusion. Is this a drunk text?

Rafe: ur mean

Rafe: but ypur pussy is sooo niiice lol

Yeah. He’s plastered.

Rafe: ans you have cutehands

Rafe: you akwyas smell good how the fuck is fhat possibke

You hate that your heart warms at the fact that he’s clearly fucked up but his instinct is to text you.

You reply: i think someone’s drunk…

Rafe: yes iam

Rafe: idk what i’m gona do with yiu loool

You: what do you want to do with me?

You get an alert that he sent you $69.

Rafe: that

Rafe: looool

Sex. Of course.

You: are you going to make me do every position?

Rafe: you’r efreaky as fuck. i know youd like it

You: true…

Rafe: lowkey ur all i think about

Goddamn it. Your heart is pounding at this point. You try to play it off.

You: oh only lowkey. cool

Rafe: don’t be maddd

You: i’m pissed

Rafe: we should fuck aboutt it :)

You know the answer to your next question, that he sees you as a booty call and that’s all, but you know the confirmation.

You: is that all you want to do rafe? fuck?

Rafe: YES

Rafe: what if i come over again tonigjt lol

You: i work tomorrow. i need to sleep

Rafe: you need this dick

You: omg

Rafe: do you likw this skng

Rafe: song

You: ??? what song

You can’t stifle your laugh at how shit-faced he is.

Rafe: irs good

Rafe: u should giveme a lap dance

You: you’re drunk as hell. i’ll see you tomorrow, ok? goodnight

You think back to the way he looked when you snapped at him earlier and decide to send one more message.

You: sorry i was mean

He doesn’t reply. Maybe it’s better that way.

Your body is heavy the next morning. You barely make it to the Camerons’ estate. You don’t see Rafe at all in the morning. You’re guessing he crashed at whoever’s party he went to.

You wonder how many bitches, as he and his friends say, he talked to last night.

When it’s time to turn over his bedsheets, you take a moment to take in the familiarity of his bedroom. When you pull over a new fitted sheet, you realize just how exhausted you are.

There’s no reason for another maid to come into this room. It’s on your list only. And Rafe is gone.

So, what’s the harm in lying down to rest, just for a little bit? You’ll do a better job when you’re not exhausted.

You won’t close your eyes.

You lie on his pillow. Okay, maybe you can close your eyes for a minute. You’ll count to sixty then stand back up.

The numbers quickly melt away and you slip into a slumber.

When you wake up, nuzzling your face into the pillow, Rafe is in bed with you, his back to you.

It takes a moment to remember where you are. You sit up and he notices the movement, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

{ read part eleven here }

author’s note: shoutout to my readers for being so creative. thank you to this anon and this anon and to another reader (you know who you are) for your contributions to this chapter! ILY!

#we are FINALLY getting rafe’s pov in the next part 🫡 #also dont hate me for the cliffhanger pls #two more parts and the series will wrap up!!! hope you’ve liked it 🥰 #im excited to give this fic its ending but honestly sad its almost over #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #obx smut #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic

[cute-sucker]

EX HUSBAND RAFE HEADCANONS !!

ex-husband!rafe will continuously come to your house telling you it's only to check up on your baby girl

ex-husband!rafe will catch himself calling you sweetheart and honey, and them stop himself before it gets out of hand, iching his head and tilting his head in that endearing way

ex-husband!rafe is in tune with your cycle, and you swear the man knows the exact day to send you chocolate and sweet things to handle your sweet tooth

ex-husband!rafe will sleep on the couch with a sheepish smile, but then will soon later join you in your bed, cradling you in the way that made your breath catch whispering "what's the master bed for then, huh?"

ex-husband!rafe will know everything about your dating life/borderline which may seen creepy but somehow you know it's for your health and somehow you understand it all

ex-husband!rafe will let the goddamn pretentious expensive preschool know that his daughter is worth the world and the last thing they want to do is piss the cameron's off

ex-husband!rafe would find himself desperately cracking an inside in an attempt to reminisce about times before your split

ex-husband!rafe will still introduce you as his wife in business outings, a sharp smile on his face while his hand wanders possessively low at the small part of your back, and sometimes you liked how he took stake of what was his

ex-husband!rafe would always attend school events for their daughter, cheering their daughter at the soccer match, and making decisions over coffee

ex-husband!rafe would have you a new bouquet every single time he comes to your house- almost as if to make up for every single one he didn't give you when the two of you were together

ex-husband!rafe still glances at you in that way where dull sparks travel up into your heart, and you feel the testament of time and the feeling that you would never forget the imprint he has on your mind

ex-husband!rafe always compliments you, and sometimes he kisses your forehead, and when you're crying too hard he bundles you in his arms and tells you everything

ex-husband!rafe watches cheesy romance movies with you, both of your legs entwined, and he watches you during those rom coms all teary eyed and telling him it was the best time for romance

ex-husband!rafe lets you know everything that happens in his life, if it's for a little chat or a ride in his car- and his car? he still drives you everywhere. who knows the types of sickos there are in the world? that's what he says to say as he rants furiously

ex-husband!rafe is still the first emergency contact in your phone, and when you get in trouble - he's running to you, arms open to cradle you in his warmth. he always knows how to handle the situation

ex-husband!rafe starts baking for you, and sometimes he leaves a few cupcakes or muffins every single he comes. at this point you feel the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him every single time he cheekily leaves more loafs of bread for you

ex-husband!rafe loves your daughter and you to the moon and back, and he calls the two of you, "his girls," and you swear sometimes you feel your heart break when you see the wary look on his face

ex-husband!rafe always avoids the question regarding why you split up, because he sees the way hot tears well up in your eyes, and the way your hands shake underneath the table and the last time a bastard asked that question--rafe almost punched him in the face

ex-husband!rafe curses himself every single day for signing those papers and letting the best goddamn thing he ever had go.

#ex-husband!rafe #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #obx fic #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #angst #rafe obx #fluff #drabble #headcanon #sad thoughts #i'm not crying you are #pls send me asks for this man #ex husband!rafe x reader #obx fanfiction #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe concepts #rafe fluff #rafe fic #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x fem!reader #obx3 #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x fem!reader

[erwinsvow]

i’m lime green jello rn… need some jealous shy!reader and rafe

rafe had said he invited some other friends. you thought it would be a quiet gathering, just topper and kelce like usual, playing their games and discussing whatever it was your boyfriend talked about with his friends over beers.

you didn't do so well with big crowds, something rafe knew already, but you were getting used to hanging out with the three of them together. you got along with them well, and they didn't seem to mind your quietness like you worried they would.

in the car ride over, rafe told you some other people might be coming. you had tensed up immediately. your first thought was wondering if you could handle being around new people, your second if you could make it through the night like you had originally wanted to.

you knew it was stupid, it always felt that way. and normally rafe was so understanding about your personality, so accommodating. you felt guilty even bringing it up tonight, not wanting to burden him with your issues. sucking it up, you went inside, thinking you could make it work.

you did for most of the night. after rafe left to try and sell like he always did, you talked with kelce and topper on the couch, eating pretzels while they went through beers, introducing yourself to one or two people who came to say hi to them.

you didn't do well away from rafe in situations like this. yes, it was fucked up, that you were so reliant on your boyfriend. you knew it and didn't care anymore, craning your neck to see where he'd gone off to.

"he's over there, princess," kelce comments, gesturing to the far corner of the room. the nickname made you feel clammy and embarrassed—it only felt right coming out of rafe's mouth. you turn to look, watching rafe talk with a pretty girl, leaning in close to say something, the girl smiling and laughing.

in that moment, everything went silent except the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. she was pretty, with an aura of self-assurance that you so profoundly lacked. she didn't seem painfully shy or skittish, she didn't seem like talking to a stranger made her face burn and shoulders shake. she talked to your boyfriend like she knew him, like they were close.

jealousy rakes over you, painting your features green with envy. first, that rafe was talking to this girl so closely, that he had forgotten about you on the couch with his friends. second, that this girl seemed like the epitome of everything you wanted to be—surefooted, confident, pretty enough that she knew it without someone having to remind her all the time.

"who's that?" you ask, though it comes out shaky.

"uh, i think that girl he used to date-" topper starts, but kelce kicks him in the shin. "ow, what the fuck?"

kelce shakes his head, motioning with his eyes to your figure, eyes fixated on your boyfriend and the girl.

"oh, um, the girl he used to hang with. yes, hang out with. that's right," topper corrects with a cough.

it all seems like background noise. you get up, leaving the boys on the couch and heading towards rafe without a second thought. when he sees you, he smiles, opening his arms to bring you in. you don't lean in though, like you always do.

"hey, kid. this is my friend sofia."

"hi," you say, smiling at the pretty girl. "nice to meet you." you turn to rafe, talking so quietly he has to lean in. he brings an arm around your back, bringing you a few feet away.

"hm?"

"can you take me home, please?"

"y'just got here. what's up?" you hesitate for a moment, faltering. then you glance back at rafe's friend, looking at the two of you, her gaze on rafe.

"i didn't come here to watch you talk to some other girl all night." rafe blinks, a little taken aback. in all the months he's known you, he doesn't think you've ever said something so sharp to him.

"excuse me?" he thinks you'll apologize like you always do.

"you heard me," you reply, crossing your arms. "can you take me home or should i walk?" even with your attitude, the question is asked politely, or so he thought. "if you're so busy with her, i'll walk."

rafe laughs, and your eyes get watery. it would be one thing if he understood your feelings once you said it, but he laughed. you turn away, when rafe grabs your arm and keeps you close to him, bringing you further away from the crowd of people.

"what, kid? you jealous, hm? is that what this is?" tears spill down your face before you can stop them, an angry retort bubbling up. it dies in your throat before you can get it out. "she is a friend, s'all. you got that?" rafe brings his knuckles to your temple, tapping softly.

"you didn't tell me about her, and topper said she's your ex girlfriend-"

"he's got a big fuckin' mouth. we went out once. one time. haven't seen her since."

"you invited her-"

"i invited two people, she came with them. now, you want me to leave with you?"

you feel another tear spilling down. you don't rafe to leave the fun for you. he brings his hand to your face, wiping it away.

"we can go right now. don't care. not here for her or anyone else, here for you. got that?" you nod, leaning into his touch. an apology lingers on your touch, but you refrain, still a little angry.

you grab rafe by the collar of his shirt, pulling it in towards you and into a kiss. you stay like that for minutes, not letting go while you make out, catching the attention of others around you. when you let go, his shirt is wrinkled and his lips are red.

"okay, let's go." he follows you out, laughing to himself.

"jealous. you're cute, kid."

#shy reader doesnt do well with jealousy she mostly gets sad :( #im so sorry #i feel like this isn't what you maybe wanted ? #its just what came out but i hope you like! #ty so much for requesting #if ur lime green jello im red <3 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bro if rafe kills any pogue its gotta be pope he's literally the most boring character!!! they had to force the gold to somehow correlate to his family history just to make him seem more interesting

GET OUTTTT I LOVE POPE i think he should kill john b 🥰

anyways look at this pope edit

#i think it like #makes sense unfortunately #for rafe to kill pope #just bc of their previous conflicts and stuff #but my god im gonna be so sad if it happens #literally any pogue BUT my baby pope 😭

[diagnosedpsychosis]

Summertime Sadness

This was a request that I had no clue how to reply to with a post cause I'm not a tech genius in the slightest (still haven't even figured out how to screenshot on my laptop) :/

Description: As hard as you try, you can't seem to get yourself out of the ruck you've been in since seeing your best friend, Rafe, with yet another girl that wasn't you. So when you don't turn up to a party, Rafe ditches to be with you.

Word Count: 1.6k

Hope this alright @insomniacspsychosis and thank you so much for the request :)

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It was normal for somebody to see another person doing nothing and classify them as lazy. You weren't lazy though, because whilst you laid in bed, heart beating at an all time low you wanted to get up, you wanted to have fun with the rest of your friends, but you just couldn't push yourself to do the things you wanted.

Something as simple as getting up to go to the toilet felt like a high demand task you didn't have the energy to complete, and so you'd spent all day holding in a 5 second bathroom trip purely cause leaving the comfort of your bed made you feel uneasy and unprotected from the world outside your bedroom.

You knew why you had fallen into the ruck you'd been in for the last 4 days now, you just didn't want to admit to yourself that it was because you saw your best friend locking lips with yet another girl.

Rafe Cameron, had been your comfort person for as long as you could remember. When you were sad you ran to him and he eagerly leant you his shoulder. When you were happy he was there to grin and bask in the warmth of your joy. When you were angry he was there to talk you down from an explosive episode. He had always been there, so of course you started developing feelings for him. He was the one person on earth that made you feel unconditionally happy and safe.

He was one of your very few soft spots, and you his only.

You cringed at the memory of him kissing a blonde by the pool of the massive Thornton house. Every time you were reminded he was the kook prince with a thousand begging conquests eager to get in his pants, you felt sick. He had his pick of the litter and every single time he never chose you. Sure, you'd never thrown yourself at him suggestively, and if anything ever did happen between you you didn't want it to happen in the same setting as all his other girls, but were you not pretty?

You didn't want to be just another conquest. Of course, you never thought of yourself to be any kind of prize worth winning, so the reality of not being another face he's made out with was anything but, yet still you were prone to wishful thinking.

You were always Rafe's side kick for a good portion of the nights when parties were thrown. You'd sit together, talk together, the closeness of your bodies and the intensity of your stares on each other acting as a repellent to everybody else, not daring to come between the two of you. But the second he'd get up, claiming he was 'only' going to get a drink, you knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon and if he did he'd have swollen lips.

You weren't going to put yourself through another night of wondering 'why not me?' Coming to the conclusion nothing would ever happen between you two had hurt, but if you wanted to get through it and over him you needed to avoid him and parties altogether for a little while. He was your best friend, but even best friends needed breaks from each other sometimes.

You saw his text 2 hours ago, asking if you were turning up to the party that was being held at his house, and you were still yet to reply. You weren't going to. Every other time you had tried to ignore him whilst 'attempting' to get over him the second a text would come through you'd reply before you even had the chance to think. Not this time. You were too old to be hung up on your best friend.

You stared at your lock screen, Rafe's name still on it as you refused to even simply open your phone. Groaning you tossed your phone to the side, away from you and out of reach even if you leant out of your bed to get it. You kept your dull lamp on before sinking back into your bed and pulling your covers up under your chin. You grabbed one of your discarded pillows already under your blanket, before pulling it into your chest and hugging it right up until the moment you fell asleep.

You hadn't even realised you'd dozed off until you stirred awake to the feel of someone pushing your hair out of your face. You exhaled through your nose, snuggling further into your pillows, freezing at the quiet laugh that ran through your room. Slowly opening a single eye, you were surprised to find Rafe crouched beside your bed in front of you, a small smile on his face.

"Hey" he whispered, pushing your hair back out of your face when you moved and it fell over your forehead. You frowned, opening your other eye before looking around the room, wondering what time it was.

"What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" You've barely left the four walls that connect to make your room in days, let alone gotten up to unlock the windows, so there was no way he'd come through that way.

"Your Mum let me in, thought I might be able to make you feel better" Rafe mumbled back making you sigh. You shook your head as you pushed yourself up and back against your head board, alert and looking down at Rafe.

"I feel fine. I'm just tired" You shut him down, for the first time in ever, wanting him to turn around and leave your room. Rafe hummed, nodding but not believing you as he stood up before sitting down on the edge of your bed, beside your leg that he patted twice.

"Mm, too tired to message me back in 4 days?" You didn't answer, just stared tiredly at Rafe. You weren't sleep deprived, but emotionally drained. Rafe's smile slowly fell from his face realising you weren't just simply feeling weird. Something was going on and he worried it had everything to do with him.

"Why are you here, Rafe?" You whispered.

"I missed you. You've been ignoring me the last couple days, and then you didn't turn up to the party at mine... you're pulling away from me" Rafe's voice despite being soft, sounded vulnerable. The thought of you putting space between the two of you made him incredibly anxious, wanting nothing more than to be around you 24/7, 365 days a year.

"I'm not pulling away from you-"

"You are, y/n/n" Rafe cut you off. You opened your mouth, not knowing what to say. Rafe softly smiled, wanting you only to feel comfortable around him even when these less than comfortable conversations were being had.

"And that's okay if you need a little bit of space. I don't want to be away from you, but if you need some you time I'll give you all the time in the world" You hated the aching feeling in your chest, and how guilty you felt at your actions.

He knew you were ignoring him, he wasn't dumb, but he didn't know why because you didn't have the balls to tell him. So instead of him understanding you were staying away until you had a grip on your feelings, he thought you just didn't want to be friends anymore.

"You didn't have to leave your party to say that to me" You told him, Rafe patting your knee as his eyes darted between yours.

"Not really much of a party if you're not there" Your eyes instinctively fell to his lips and you couldn't help but suck in a breath. They weren't red, or swollen.

"Your Dad's gonna be mad if something gets broken and you weren't there to supervise" You let him know. Rafe shrugged.

"Not the end of the world, certainly feels like it though when you stare at me like that. Flash me those pearly whites, woman" Rafe leant forward, pinching one of your cheeks. No matter how big or small Rafe's gestures were, he always had the ability to make you smile at times when it felt like the last thing you were capable of, even now.

Rafe's mouth spread into a massive grin, his eyes focused solely on your lips as you smiled up at him, purposely being overdramatic and stretching your mouth as wide as possible.

"There's that damn smile I love so much. I'll never understand why you don't smile like that in pictures" You were thankful for your shitty dull lamp hiding your flushed cheeks at Rafe's compliment.

"I hate having photo's taken of me" You groaned, Rafe shaking his head as he rested his hand on your covered leg.

"Which seems ridiculous to me when you're as gorgeous as you are" Your cheeks are burning unbelievably hot as you look down at your lap.

"You're just trying to make me feel better" You mumble, listening to Rafe's 'Ahhh' as he pokes your arm.

"Feel better? So...something was wrong then" Rafe grins, earning a shove to the shoulder from you as you cross your arms over your chest and sink into yourself. Rafe chuckles, pulling your arms back apart, his hand gripping yours falling into your lap but not parting.

"I'm kidding, but really y/n, I wish you'd have a little bit more confidence. Maybe you'd finally notice how people look at you" You rolled your eyes.

"And how do people look at me, Rafe?" You asked jokingly, watching something flash across Rafe's face as his gaze softened unbelievably so on you. So much for putting a little distance between the two of you.

"Like you hung the moon" He answered quietly, watching you scoff in disbelief.

"And how would you know that?" You questioned, smile slowly fading the longer your question went unanswered. Rafe couldn't look away from you, his throat tight and chest heavy as the feelings he's harboured for you crept out.

"Cause it's how I look at you."

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron imagine #obx fanfiction #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x female reader #summertime #sadness #cute #fanfic #outer banks

[rafedaddy01]

Summary: Rafes hosting a party but he needs his girl

A/n: wishing I was cuddled up in Drew’s arms right now 🥺

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, semi-public sex, 18+ content, language, sorta fluff (if you squint really really hard)

“Fuck, I need you so bad” Rafe growls as he attacks your neck, sucking the skin behind your ear. “I don’t have a condom baby” he continues his sloppy kisses all over your neck, biting it teasingly. “I- I don’t care, just fuck me” you were a panting mess as he continues working you up by kissing your neck. You reach your hands between the two of you and start unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out. You started slowly stroking him, using the precum as a lubricant. His hand trails up your dress until it reaches your bare pussy.

Rafe stops all movement, “no underwear” he gave you a look that made your cheeks flush. “Naughty girl, walking around this party with no panties, tsk tsk tsk” his fingers begin rubbing slow circles on your clit and your wetness leaks out. “So wet for me” His thumb presses hard on your clit as his fingers tease your entrance and slowly push in.

“Rafe” you gasp. “Relax sweetheart” he gradually picks up the pace of his thrusting, his lips connecting to your neck to try and relax you. “F-fuck” you moan out. “You’re so sexy” Rafes warm breath hits your skin as he whispers the words in your ear. His thumb begins moving faster on your clit and he applies pressure as the fingers work inside you speeding up and curving, hitting your g-spot. Your orgasm washes over you as you thrash against his hold. Your back arching off the wall and you moan out.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean before bunching your dress further up. You watch as he gives his cock a few strokes and lines it up with your entrance.

He doesn’t give you any time to come down from your high as he plunges into you, picking up your legs and wrapping them around his body as he fucks you against the bathroom wall. The overstimulation is too much, “Rafe, s’too much”

“Just one more baby” he says as his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

“Rafe I feel like I’m gonna pee!” You whine out as he bucks his hips into you. “It’s okay baby, just ride that wave of pleasure. S’gonna feel so good, I promise. I’m so close, just a few more-“ he thrusts harder.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he curses as his thrusts get sloppier. You feel him release his cum deep inside of you and it’s a new feeling. Feeling his hot cum coat every part inside your pussy, claiming you as his triggers your second orgasm.

As you moan out your release Rafes fingers pull the top of your dress down and he sucks on your nipples, adding to the pleasure.

“Your so fucking hot when your squirting on my cock baby” he continues sucking on your nipple and pinching the other, prolonging your orgasm.

“Fuck” you moan as you grind your hips and it sends you into a third orgasm that’s more intense than the other. You feel more cum seep out of Rafes cock as your walls trap him inside you. “Fuck, y/n” Rafe groans as he nuzzles your neck.

“Fuck, look at me baby” Rafe grips your chin and kisses you hard on the lips, his tongue slipping past your teeth and claiming your mouth as his.

“Your trouble y/n” Rafe smirks as he presses a quick kiss to your lips and slowly drops your legs, making sure your stable enough to stand.

“So are you Cameron” you smirk back at him as you adjust your dress and fix your disheveled hair.

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[ipetite69]

obx 4 in process, but i still cannot let go of season 2 rafe... i will never forgive whoever made him shave his beautiful hair (even tho he looks good).

#i'm so sad #rafe cameron #rafe obx #obx #outer banks #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron outer banks

[variety-fangirl]

Our Baby / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Summary: After getting back together and mending your relationship, Rafe continued to put in as much effort as he could and make up for lost time.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS swearing, breastfeeding, oral (giving and receiving), p in v unprotected, praise, light hair pulling and mouth fucking

Authors note: part 3! 😁 I'm genuinely happy some people wanted another part, it makes me unbelievably happy when people enjoy my writing. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out! 😚 thank you.

Word count: 2.6k

The next morning you begin to stir, expecting last night's events to all to be a dream. The sun shone brightly into the room through the gaps in the white blinds, dancing warmth gently over your skin. You grumble, not wanting to get up yet but finding it oddly quiet. Usually, Hunter would have woken you up by now, so you were surprised. Peeking an eye open, you noticed the other side of the bed was empty and Hunter's cot was empty. You stretched and got up, "Rafe?" you call out confused. "Here!" you hear his voice from downstairs, so you make your way down there.

Reaching the bottom, you walk in to see Rafe with his back to you and a gurgling Hunter. You walk over with a smile, sitting down next to the pair. Only for your smile to be wiped away immediately, Rafe was staring at Hunter silently crying. "Hey, what's wrong? Did something happen?" your voice was filled with concern, wondering what Rafe could be crying about. He turns to you with a look of utter sadness and regrets. You grab Hunter, "hi sweet boy!" you coo happily, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and putting him on his play mat, happy squeals escaping him as you do so.

You sit next to Rafe again, facing him and take his hand in yours. "Talk to me." you encourage, hoping he'll let in. Rafe lets out a quiet sob, pulling you closer to him. He pulls your legs over his and faces you, squeezing your hand. "How could I ever not want him? God, look at him y/n! He's perfect. I let you walk out of my life, we were amazing together and had a great relationship, and I fucked it all up. I'm so sorry." he choked out, tears falling freely. He was being so beautifully vulnerable and sensitive, and you loved it. It made your heart swell, he was opening up about his regrets and feelings.

"Oh, Rafe. It's fine, I forgive you. I did a while ago, I recognised the changes you've made for us both and I appreciate it. He's so young that he won't know any different, so long as you stay from here onwards." you smiled, rubbing up and down Rafe's arm to comfort him. He looked at you for a moment, unmoving. He grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you close, "God, why did I ever let you slip away? You're so amazing and my absolute everything. Give me another chance to make it up to you. To be the boyfriend and father that you both deserve. Please." he begged miserably, his forehead pressed against yours. You felt tears prick your eyes, your hands coming up to grab either side of his neck.

You laughed happily, a small sniffle leaving you. "I will always be yours no matter what Rafe, there will always be a part of me that will always belong to you no matter what. I would love nothing more than for us to be together, so yes. I want Hunter to have his father actively in his life." you smiled happily, Rafe sighing contently at your answer. His lips press against yours slowly, the passion overtaking your senses. Hunter squealed happily, having rolled onto his stomach to stare at you both for the first time ever. You stared wide-eyed in amazement, mouth wide.

"Oh my god! Rafe! Look, that's the first time he's rolled over fully!" You clap your hands excitedly, doing a wide happy smile at your baby. Hunter seemed to find this entertaining and kicked his legs around happily. Rafe stared in amazement, running over to scoop up your son. "Wow, buddy! Look at you being a big boy!" he sat down next to you and lifted Hunter into the air above him. He was thoroughly entertained by this and laughed happily, causing you to laugh. You stared at your two boys contently, admiring the way Rafe looked so natural and good holding your baby. The baby you'd made together because of your love for one another, you knew he was here to stay this time.

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The morning passes quickly, you breastfed Hunter while Rafe made breakfast for you both. He also watched Hunter for you while you had a shower, letting you take your time and relax for the first time since Hunter was born. He even prepared lunch for you both while Sarah came over to see you guys, wanting the tea on you and Rafe. You guys sat on the patio outside, the warm afternoon sun setting and casting a beautiful orange glow over the garden. You both sat with cold refreshing drinks, Rafe cooking and Hunter sat happily on Sarah's lap.

"So. You and Rafe eh? What's going on there?" she smirked, noticing the obvious glow in your skin and the un-moving smile on your face. You roll your eyes at her and peer at his moving figure in the kitchen, "things are great. We are back together and better than ever." you smiled happily, "honestly, it's so nice to have him back. This is what I was hoping to happen all along." Sarah peered at her brother and smiled. "I knew he was going to come around the second I saw the way he changed when I mentioned you were both coming, on the day of the party." she nodded with a knowing smile, gloating about being right.

You giggle, watching her interact with your son. "But seriously, I am so glad you guys figured it out. You bring out the best in him, he was moping around for months without you. He was lost without you, he's back to his old self now that he's with you. And because of our precious baby boy!" She cooed at Hunter for the last part, Hunter expressing his happiness at some attention with a loud squeal. You both laugh at him, watching him grab at anything and everything on Sarah. But she didn't seem to mind one bit, she always adored spending time with her nephew. You felt so grateful to have her around and to have been your constant support.

Sarah left not long after, allowing you and Rafe to eat your dinner. It was about 5pm by this point which was Hunter's usual bath time. Rafe decided that he would like to bathe Hunter, having not done it yet and wanted it for memories. You were more than happy for him to do so, standing behind him to direct what to do or not to do. Rafe was terrified at first, worried about dropping the wet little wriggle baby but once he gained confidence, he took over completely and did fantastic with him. You watched happily from the side, admiring how gentle and careful he was with your son. It made you tear up a little as you watched Rafe coo at your smile, making sure he was comfortable and supported at all times.

By 6pm, you had dressed and put Hunter to bed. The baby monitor sat on the living room table in front of you while Rafe took a shower, you were going to watch a movie and chill. You heard Rafe's footsteps come toward you, announcing his arrival. You were about to tell him you'd found a film for you guys to watch when you took in his appearance. Your mouth watered as he entered and sat down next to you, not paying attention to the effect he had on you. His hair was damp, hanging deliciously across his head in a sexy way. He had on a loose t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats that left little to the imagination.

You bit your lip as downright dirty and filthy images entered your mind, taunting you. You felt yourself become wet at the thoughts, you wanted him bad. You chuck on the movie without looking and toss the remote on the sofa behind you. Rafe looked over at you finally, watching confused as you got up. "What's up?" he asked innocently with his brows furrowed. You didn't answer him, simply got on your knees. You placed your hands on his knees and spread them apart so you could fit in between the gap. Rafe inhales sharply as you grab at the waistband of his sweats, signalling that you wanted them off.

He complied happily, lifting his hips to help you remove them. He watched with an open mouth as you stroked your hands slowly up and down the skin of his thighs. You stop your movements and grab his length, pumping slowly with your hand. Rafe groans quietly, his hooded eyes watching you filled with lust. He hardened quickly at the attention, hissing as you slowly wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock. He moaned lowly, his head throwing back against the back of the sofa. Rafe gently collects your hair into his fist, pulling gently which made you moan. You trace the long prominent vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue, a breathless gasp leaving him.

You begin slowly bobbing your head up and down, building a rhythm you are both happy with. Rafe helped you by gently bobbing your head further by holding his head on the back of your head, not pushing you too far. You knew what he secretly wanted to do but seemed apprehensive to do so. You release him with a pop, looking at him through hooded lust-filled eyes. "Fuck my mouth, Rafe." he stared at you with surprise, but his eyes darkened at your words. "You sure?" You nodded, "I'm sure." You took him in your mouth again, a loud moan leaving him. He placed his hand on the back of your head and began lifting his hips up to thrust lightly into your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat. You gagged every now and again but sat there and took it, enjoying every bit of it.

Tears began to cover your cheeks, spit dripping down your chin as you stared at him through wet eyelashes. He stared into your eyes, open-mouthed as he fucked your mouth with moans falling from his beautiful pink lips. "You're such a good girl for me, baby, taking my cock so well in that pretty little mouth of yours. Fuck." you felt yourself dripping at this point, moaning at the praises. His head threw back in pleasure as he came without warning, his cum filling your throat. You swallowed every bit that he gave, enjoying every moment of it. He pulled out breathless and instructed you to lay back on the sofa. You stripped naked and lay back on the couch, watching as he removed his clothing completely.

Rafe got on the couch and crouched between your legs, spreading them apart and over his shoulders. You bit your lip in anticipation, your core somehow becoming even wetter at the thought of him touching you. His mouth attached to your core, licking a long and slow stripe up your folds. You threw your head back with a quiet moan, his teasing made you want to scream in frustration. "Rafe," you beg breathless, moaning as he lightly nudges your clit when he reaches the top of licking. "What baby? tell me what you want," he smirked, breath fanning against your wet core as he talks. You shudder in pleasure, "stop teasing." you whine fed up.

He laughs! The bastard actually laughs. You were about to tell him to fuck off when his mouth latches on to your clit and he sucks. You moan a little loud, immediately covering your mouth and laughing. Rafe chuckles against your core, "quiet baby." before continuing his assault. He plunges a finger inside of you, a gasp of shock leaving you. You moan into the back of your hand as he pumps his finger inside of you, quickly adding a second.

You begin to unintentionally grind down onto his face and fingers, Rafe groaning into your core as you did so. You took it as a complaint and stopped, pulling away a bit. You were pulled back down to his mouth roughly, his eyes staring into yours challenging you to move away again. "Don't stop," he mumbles, continuing to assault your pussy deliciously.

You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, the knot tightening quickly. "Fuck, I'm close." you moan out breathless, throwing your head back. "Come for me, baby," he picks up the pace with his fingers and his mouth, overwhelming you with pleasure. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come without warning, using your hand to quiet your silent screams.

Rafe rides you through your high until you are sensitive and have to push him with a giggle. Rafe crawls up the couch and pulls you onto him so that you're straddling his hips. His lips attach to yours passionately, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes in, both moaning into each other's mouths.

You begin bouncing, setting a quick and rough pace quickly. Rafe held you close, his hands positioned on your waist. He helped you to move on his cock, his lips attaching to your neck. Your head was thrown backwards as Rafe's fingers rubbed your sensitive clit, the pleasure taking over your body. You could feel your legs shaking from tiredness, your thrust becoming sloppy.

Rafe felt this and easily flipped you over onto your back without slipping out, impressing you at his skill. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down onto your chest to be close. He immediately began thrusting rough and hard, the sound of deep breathing, moans, and skin slapping filling the empty quiet room.

You could feel getting close, Rafe's pubic area rubbing against your clit perfectly to stimulate you. "Rafe." you whimpered, pulling his mouth to yours. "I know baby, come with me." He groaned, attaching his lips to yours harshly. Your lips moved together lazily, his thrusts becoming sloppy as you both got close. Rafe came first, groaning deeply into your mouth.

He rocked his hips gently, your orgasm following quickly after. You moan loudly into his mouth, you could feel your releases mixing together. Rafe collapsed on top of you, both covered in sweat. He wrapped his arms around you, still inside you. You both just lay there, catching your breaths and enjoying the closeness.

You smiled as Rafe littered gentle kisses across your skin, and you wrapped your arms around him in return. You slowly traced light patterns over the bare skin of his back, you could stay like this happily forever. "I love you y/n," Rafe whispered as he danced his lips to your ear, kissing just below your ear lobe. You smiled, "I love you too Rafe." you whispered as you pulled him in for a kiss.

Rafe smiled against your lips, holding your face in his hand. He broke away from the kiss and pulled out of you, a hiss leaving you from the sensitivity. He lifted you bridal style, grabbing the baby monitor on the way as he carried you upstairs. You clamped your legs together to stop any dripping, admiring Rafe as he carried you.

Hunter was still sleeping peacefully in his cot in your room as you made your way into the bathroom and closed the door. Rafe set you down, placing the baby monitor on side of the sink. You both enjoyed a nice hot shower together, Rafe insisting on washing you and not letting you lift a finger. You smiled to yourself and simply turned around letting him do as he pleased. Washing you turned into Rafe sensually rubbing you, your head was thrown back against his chest as he rubbed your clit. He really was making up for lost time and you loved every second of it.

Taglist: @luhdrew @cockslutslurper3000 @taniyahtrippg

#fluff #y/n #outer banks #obx imagine #sarah cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron #rafe smut #father rafe #sad rafe #cute rafe #obx smut

[cute-sucker]

irregular heartbeat

[31.3.2024]

note: erm, so i wrote this. idk how i feel about it...(if u find the taylor swift reference u will forever have my love) words: 1.8k warnings: drinking, swearing, heavy angst, slightly dark!rafe, toxic relationship

dating rafe cameron in secret was supposed to be fine.

it was supposed to be easy. you never passed his way on the island, and when you did he was his gang.

the kooks.

each one had a rich family and shit ton of daddy issues. kelce, a cold fish, topper, the charming one and rafe…the deadly one. the one that you were supposed to stay away from.

you were independent even out of school. your parents had needed help with two younger siblings. you went you fended for yourself, taking your sister to soccer practice and coming to your brother's plays. you had a one-track mindset. that was staying clear of trouble.

oh boy, but when rafe came in. a smirk on his face, sunglasses glinting in the sun, and a groggy voice that made you want to rethink all of your decisions.

some said trouble followed him, while others disagreed calling him the root of all the problems.

you never expected to fall into his clutches. your family had been dirt poor and you were on a scholarship to kook academy, passing with flying colors. you were ready now to graduate with your hands closing on the degree, and finally run away from figure eight forever.

yet it wasn't school where you met him.

it was when you had been dropping off your sister when he set his eyes on you. you were supposed to start a new life, but somehow you liked the way he offered you a new breath of air.

you liked the danger, and the intrigue surrounding him, and you liked doing something dangerous. you had always been reliable, you had always been the one to hang around your friends telling them it was time for you to go home.

you'd always been the straight a' student, good girl, and now you smiled back at him and that smirk spread on his face you left excited.

it was almost as if he understood you. it was the way he liked your sweet smile, always giving you time. he understood your hardships and shared some of his own - telling you about his difficult relationship with his father, running to get your coffee, and at one point holding you so tightly during the times you were like you were going to fall apart.

then he had asked you out. you felt like you were living the dream, retracing his freckles at night, and feeling the way he smiled at you. he was everything at you. you would never admit it, but even your sister had caught on.

her 10-year-old mind saw you lingering on rafe cameron, and she gave you a sly smile, telling you that you deserved it.

you liked that.

you liked the sweetness and the venerability that he brought out in you. you liked the way his arms could fold you, and the way you felt so safe. you liked the way he smiled at you in the morning after you stayed. this sweetness in the venerable laziness with his arms spread out and you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

dependable.

trustworthy.

lovable.

he was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

rafe cameron was a whirl of emotions. an unpredictable hurricane that came quietly and viciously. you hated the clear lies you heard in his voice and the way he drank to death. the bottle was attached to him, and his eyes were harsh, with his words even harsher.

no longer could you see the race that you loved.

you felt abandoned. all of sudden, it felt like everything was falling apart, as you tried to take care of everyone forgetting about yourself.

you'd cry and cry like you had never had before. your knees held up to your chest, and this fear, this constant fear followed you everywhere because you loved him. god, you loved him, desperately to the point of damming everything you had.

and you swore you had lost everything until he'd let you curl into your lap and he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. then you'd believe everything was going to be okay.

but here you were again, beer bottle tilted drinking every drop, while you aimlessly swayed to the beat as the party music blared. you felt weightless, died yet so alive at the same time. you were supposed to be placed.

yet you were dwindling to nothing because of rafe cameron.

he had told you were his love, his one and only, and yet he had just ignored you, pretending not to know you.

you wanted to scream.

in all honestly you always felt like crying, and then telling his friends what was going on. you were fucking 17 years old, and you were supposed to be out of this phase. out of this phase where you craved being a teenage dirtbag.

no, now you felt like a dirty secret as if he didn't want people to know that he was dating a filthy pogue on the other side of the island. he was ashamed of you.

these thoughts swirled in your head with no stop, and you felt more your hands shake and eyes blur with tears, as you tipped a bottle to your mouth. the more you thought about the situation, the more beer you drowned.

and all of a sudden you danced, your body in sync with the music, and you were next to the bonfire, too close, so warm. maybe you should take something off, it was way too warm, as you stumbled to get your top off.

suddenly you felt someone helping you.

topper.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, drawing you away from the fire. you squirmed away from him, as your cup fell to the ground.

"'m fine, why?" you gulped down your drink with enthusiasm, "you know you should tell your friend to fuck off. he's an asshole." you sputtered out, trying to sit down only to lose your footing completely.

topper caught you in time.

"maybe you should stop-" he muttered, gently guiding your cup away from you. you felt like you shouldn't let him take your cup yet your hands wandered aimlessly in his direction.

"i'm a complete loser," you hiccouped, as you sat on the ground. "i'm in love with him. i'm in love with rafe fucking cameron."

topper raised an eyebrow, nodding silently as if he had heard this before.

then you found yourself sniffing sadly, and felt more confused. "why are you even listening to me babble? you don't even know me."

your tight minidress was slipping up your thighs, and you saw him glance before catching himself.

he laughed at your comment, almost as if he was surprised himself. "i don't know. all i know is that you seem familiar," he confessed, cracking a confused smile. you couldn't help but laugh just a little.

he was nice.

"seriously top, seducing a pogue? couldn't find other good fucks?" a dark voice drawled.

you turned to face the half-obscured face in the darkness. it was rafe, hat turned backwards, anger flickering in his eyes, an eerie expression on his face.

"shut up rafe," topper shot back, rolling his eyes. he looked amused almost as if he was enjoying this exchange of words.

you glared at rafe, placing your hands on your thighs. "maybe i should go fuck someone. i feel like it, y'know?"

rafe snapped to look at you.

you got up, sudden bravado in your heart. "you know what? i'd rather fuck anyone here then-"

his eyes.

that was what stopped you in your tracks. it was the fact that there was something so murderous, and you could tell that he was warning. yet you didn't want to stop. you wished he could drown in the ocean, or just leave you.

he let out a mirthless laugh, and then stepped closer to you, "let's talk.''

it wasn't a request, but you stepped closer to him, watching the way his breath hitched, and the way his hand itched to pull down the short dress you had on.

you stepped so close, it looked as if you were going to kiss him. you found yourself feeling cruel.

"stay away from me, rafe.," you whispered, and then walked away from him. but you knew that he wouldn't let you go without a fight, as he relentlessly followed you across the bonfire.

"talk to me," and then before you knew it topper was gone, and the two of you were shoved into a dark corner. you saw other couples making out, but none of them could care less about your presence.

his eyes searched for something in yours. he was so close, his heat rubbed off you and you waited for him to say anything.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed, "what happened right there," he whispered, and he looked so concerned you wanted to break right there in front of him.

"you. you're what happened. you're breaking me." you breathed out, hot tears streaming down your face, and his grip on your arm got even tighter.

you gasped at the pain, and he quickly let go of your hand. he had hurt you, and he was-

"i-" he murmured, and then tried to draw you closer to his chest, "i love you. you know i would never hurt you."

you shook your head, as you sobbed. yet when he opened his arms you flew into them. he stroked your hair and buried his head in his chest.

"somethings wrong," you mumbled and he gently tilted your head to get a good look at you. you could barely understand the look on his face. he was so unpredictable.

"you've had too much to drink, darling."

then he kissed your forehead so gently, that a tear escaped your face. he was kissing all of your bruises and you would let him do anything to you.

"i missed you, you're gone all the time," you told him, latching onto his arm.

"i'm right here," he assured you, and you shook your head.

"no, no."

he wouldn't get it.

you closed your eyes, his ache in his heart growing. you could hear his heartbeat, and no longer did he sound steady. instead, it was irregular. you wanted to believe he was the same rafe cameron you fell in love with, but sometimes. . .

sometimes you couldn't even recognise him.

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Ultimatum

pairing: addict/soft!rafe x reader

summary: A year ago you gave Rafe an ultimatum and he decided to choose you, but after walking in on his argument with Sarah you discover that you’ve been put second.

a/n: i made rafe a lot softer than usual.. oops. I just see him as being completely whipped for this girl and so he’s naturally apologetic and softer towards her.

warnings: drug use & maybe some manipulation

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Rafe had gone missing in action and after facetime after facetime, phone call after phone call, and text after text you decided to show up at Tammyhill unannounced to get answers.

To say you were pissed was an understatement. The two of you had set these types of boundaries surrounding communication and if it had been you who ghosted he would've already lit half of the island on fire, because there's no reason good enough on this entire island to not be able to shoot a quick text that's says something as brief as "Sorry, i'll call you later."

On the drive over there you begin to convince yourself that you should give him the benefit of the doubt. If anyone on this island could go toe toe with Rafe Cameron it was you and lord knows it was too late to start a war zone in the Cameron's family room, but as soon as you parked and prepared to compose yourself your headlights reflected off of that obnoxious red bike and back at you.

The only thing you hate more then that bike is that it increases the chances of him being home. At this point everyone better hope that he's reenacting titanic somewhere on his father's boat because why else would his bike be home and he's not.

You grab your stuff and walk up to heavy front doors that stand solid, but before you can even walk past the glass doors the sound of arguing becomes audible. You stand there listening, but all you can hear is muffled cursing and as soon as you hear "Go to hell Rafe!" spat out in a certain tone you can tell it's Sarah and Rafe going at it again.

You rolled your eyes and beat on the door, hoping to knock louder than they could argue "What'd you do call Topper?" you could hear Rafe scoff as he opened the door.

"No I-" Sarah went to argue, stopping only once she saw you step through the door.

"What the hell is going on in here?" You ask them both as they focus their attention on you as you take in Sarah's appearance, she's standing on the other side of the room facing you, her hair is messy and shes breathing hard. She has a permanent scowl on her face and raises and eyebrow to Rafe to answer.

You look towards him and you can't help but notice his lack of affection, no "hey", no hug, and not even a kiss for his girlfriend of a year.

Neither one of them speak, and it immediately feels like there's a secret hanging in the air that everyone knows but you. It confirms your suspicions when Sarah throws her head back and huffs out, "Tell her Rafe." The way she points her gaze and bites on the inside of her cheek, creates goosebumps on your skin. The anticipation is killing you.

"Tell me what?" You ask, turning towards Rafe and it makes your stomach drop when he can't even look at you. He's facing you, with his head down and his eyes glued to ground. Rafe doesn't even hold his head down slightly when he walks and now he can't even look you in your eyes?

"Can you just let me talk to her alone?" He bites out at Sarah as she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"If I do are you going to tell her the truth?" She asks gesturing towards you. Your eyes meet hers and she holds your gaze with apologetic eyes.

"Sarah, Fuck off!" He yells, throwing his hands up and facing her. Rafes outburst startles you as you look between the two siblings. Your heart has finally settled in your ass and all you can do is watch as they go back and forth.

"Tell her right now or I will" Sarah's demeanor becomes eerily serious as a chill blows across your neck. Rafe stands unmoving in the middle of the room with both you and Sarah on each side. He looks up at you and just as quickly drops his gaze, holding his head in both of his hands.

"He's been doing coke again and this time he fucking took it out on Wheezie," Sarah's voice wavers as she speaks.

A small gasp leaves your lips. It just didn't feel real, almost an entire year of sobriety, gone. Your vision blurs and it feels like your throat's going to close as you start piecing things together. There's a reason he hasn't looked you in the eyes or even stood close to you since you walked in.

"Rafe are you high right now?" you ask him, not sure if you even want an answer.

He looks up at you with bloodshot eyes, both from crying and cocaine, but when he notices the tears in your eyes and the quiver in your lip, he closes his eyes tightly and sucks in both of his lips in a tight line. You look at him with disbelief, "God, this isn't real life" you laugh through your tears as you turn to face the opposite direction, not even being able to look at him.

"I'm so sorry" he whispers out.

"Is Wheezie okay?" you turn and ask Sarah softly.

She walks past Rafe and engulfs you in a strong hug,"She's fine, he went ballistic, screaming at her and throwing shit. She's never seen him like that" she says holding you tightly as if to say so many things all at once. "If you don't want to talk to him, I get it", she talks lowly, so that only you can hear.

"I'm fine, I got it" You tell her wiping the tears out of your eyes with your sleeves and forcing a sad smile up at her, thankful for her always being there to give you an out. When dating someone like Rafe with obsessive tendencies there's always the possibility of feeling trapped and Sarah was always there to offer you an escape or a means of well needed space.

She nods and returns the smile, hesitantly walking up the stairs, leaving Rafe and yourself to sit in silence.

"I am sorry. I truly, genuinely am so sorry " He stands shaking his head still in his hands.

Your arms cross over your chest as a way to protect yourself from him, "Say something other than sorry, this isn't something an apology can fix"

His eyes fight to stay towards the ground, "I know-"

"Look at me Rafe!" you cut him off angrily, it's so cowardly for him to act this way after destroying so much.

His eyes snap up to yours and the icy blue color is dulled and barely visible behind his dilated pupils, "Wheezie was the first to find out that I relapsed and she confronted me before I had a chance to come down. It's not an excuse, but you know i'd never try to hurt her on purpose"

You knew what he said was true, even though he was still coming down from his high. "It doesn't matter what I know, I thought I knew that you were sober." The longer you look at him sympathy is constantly being reimagined as hurt and anger. The idea of his relapse is eating up at you on the inside as you imagine all of the different scenarios and questions. "How long have you been using?" You ask him quietly.

"Less than a week I swear!" His eyes widen as he steps closer to you.

You want to reach out to him hoping that he's telling the truth and somewhat thankful that it's only been a week of lies, but then you remember that it's been a week of lies, "And I've seen you everyday this week." your face reads nothing short of hurt.

"I should've told you when it first happened" His words and his eyes tell you that he means it, but that's not good enough.

"You could've came to me even when the thought first came into your head." You tell him calmly, knowing that he won't respond well to your anger.

"I'm ashamed of how weak I am. I hate myself more than you even know." His confession breaks your heart, no one would be able to hear that the person they love the most in the world can't love themselves. "I don't know what to do now," he says with his voice breaking as he pulls you into a hug.

"Neither do I." you tell him, looking at him and offering a tight lipped smile. The reality is that you know what you have to do, you just don't want to.

He places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers, "I love you"

The words immediately make tears well back up in your eyes, as you put a hand on his chest and create an arms length of distance, "Shut the fuck up, that's manipulative Rafe!" you cry out at him, quickly wiping your eyes after breaking the hug.

"I mean it," he matches your volume as he silently lets tear of his own fall down his face.

"Your pupils are gigantic, I don't believe shit you say" you respond coldly to him, knowing it's the only way to keep some form of an emotional guard up.

"Please don't leave" he breathes out, grabbing you by your wrist, to keep you from turning from him. He knows you're seconds from breaking.

"I gave you an ultimatum Rafe" You tell him with pleading words.

His grasp moves from your wrist to your hand, threading his fingers through yours, "And I pick you every time" he says, moving his head to hold this strong eye contact with you.

You want to argue with him about how a relapse means that this time he very obviously didn’t pick you, but the only thing you can do is fidget with his fingers and swallow back tears.

"Relapse is part of recovery, my brain chemistry is changed and i'm trying everyday to not let it eat me alive" he tells you moving to hold your hand with both of his.

"I've done all I can do, I'm not licensed to help you and I can't give you the compassion or understanding that an addict needs." It breaks you to call him an addict, but you can’t force him into sobriety the same way you can’t force him to love himself the way you do.

"I'll start going back to therapy for you" He responds strong and eagerly, but this time it’s you who breaks the eye contact.

You softly shake your head at him, "You should go for yourself."

"I will go for us" He refutes and it splits you into two. It’s not a good idea to be in a serious relationship with an addict or a person in recovery, yet all of these empty promises pull you back in.

The gesture is nice, but you fight with yourself to stutter out your final decision, "No- no more.. us"

His face instantly flashes with hurt, "What, no!" he scoffs and pulls you closer.

You create more distance between two of you again, dropping your hand from his, "The ultimatum Rafe. It's more than me or the drugs, our relationship can't thrive like this, it's unhealthy."

He begins to close the space again. You can clearly read the look on his face and tell that he’s falling apart at the seams, "I'm getting help! We can go to couples therapy too, i'll pay for-"

"I can not go back on my word because I mean it when I tell you that I can not watch you do this to yourself, I can not be the only reason you're sober, and I can fucking not bury you" You raise your voice at him through your tears and poke harshly at his chest.

His eyes soften as he reaches up to wipe the tears from your cheek as his own begin to fall again, "I'm sorry that I put you in this position"

"I am too" You whisper, turning your face into his hand.

His teary eyes lock into yours, their icy blue color resurfacing and the optimist in you swears his pupils have reduced in size slightly. He bends down to touch his forehead to yours, "I'm going to get clean, just for you, my beautiful girl. I know you want me to do it for me, but you’re my entire world, the only thing that matters.

From the way he looks at you can tell his intention is to kiss you one last time, it rips at your heartstrings. You know you shouldn’t, you should just leave, you can’t say one thing and then have your actions mean another. You fight this internal battle with yourself, until he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You can’t help but kiss him back, matching his passion as he holds you against him,“i’ll die before i stop trying for you" he whispers against your lips.

"Goodbye Rafe" you mumble quietly into his skin, suddenly aware of how loud your heartbeat is and how restricted your lungs feel.

You try to release yourself from his hug, but he tightens his grip around your waist and holds your neck so that you can’t look away from him, "I love you" His words make your eyes shut tightly as a sob racks through your body. This is the last time you’ll allow yourself to cry over Rafe Cameron.

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