Omg You Walking Down The Aisle With Lover Playing In The Bg I Mightve Shed A Tear Or Two
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Warnings (18+): addiction, drinking, drug use, arguing, domestic violence, no smut but sexual language
Tags: dark!rafe cameron, angst, cursing, betrayal, praise kink, attempted break up?
Summary: while on vacation with the cameron’s, rafe decides to devote a day to spoiling you. Everything was going great up until rafe gets caught doing something that changes the trajectory of your relationship.
WC: 3.2k
Notes: AHH this is my first fic in yearss, a little stand alone fic to warm up. pls reblog or give me feedback. hope you guys enjoy and again please lmk your thoughts.
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Your mind wandered as you gazed through your passenger window, taking in the glistening waves. Vacationing in the Bahamas wasn't what you anticipated for your summer, if anything you had been leaning towards doing an internship. However you were only able to entertain that idea for a small period of time, before Rafe roped you into his family's plans.
“Any special plans for the summer, hun?” Ward’s gaze landed on you as he sat at the head of the dinner table. You swallowed swiftly.
“I’m still figuring it out. I’m thinking about an internship program but haven't quite decided on it yet.” You smiled.
“I still think you should come with us.” Rafe muttered as he gave your thigh a squeeze. You playfully rolled your eyes in response to that. A few weeks before this he had asked you along but you told him maybe and that it all depended on the internship..
“I agree with Rafe on this one hun. You’re a good girl, always working hard you deserve the getaway. Plus we always love having your company around, you’re family to us.”
“besides It’ll be fun,” Rafe moved his hand from your thigh to caress the small of your back.
You remembered how your heart softened at Ward’s confession, how could you have said no after that?
The feeling of Rafe’s hand moving up your inner thigh, pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Where are we going?” you softly asked, hands gently stroking up and down his arm. “I can't handle this anticipation” You glanced at him in hopes of an answer, but the most he gave you was a smug grin as his eyes stayed focused on the road.
His eyes drifted from the road to take in your appearance. “You know you look so pretty right now.” The evasive complement made you squint, and he chuckled.
“Quit worrying, I’m gonna take care of you. Don't I always?”
“Yeah, But-”
“I’m not telling you. Alright?” he squeezed your thigh “I just want some alone time with my baby, is that so wrong?”
The secret destination ended up being a luxurious beachfront restaurant. Live music flowed through the space while you ate, and once you were both satisfied, he took you down to the beach. You sat there in his arms watching the sunset, talking and laughing about random stuff.
You turned around and kissed his cheek. You were really appreciative of him, and proud of his growth throughout your relationship.
“One more place I wanna take you tonight” he kissed your lips before pulling you up and dusting the sand off of your ass.
The drive wasn't long, and at some point you registered that you were somewhere in Rafe’s neighborhood. You briefly stared at the Cameron house as Rafe drove past it. He made a couple more turns before finally parking in an expansive driveway. When he got out of the car you noticed how many cars were parked there too. He opened your door and the faint sound of music filled your ears. You immediately realized it was a party, and you weren't quite sure how you felt about that fact. You figured he noticed your uneasiness too by the way his brow furrowed.
“What's wrong beautiful?” his hand instantly caressed over your jaw, and his eyes softened into yours. Your eyes strayed from his to look at the house.
You pondered for a second, not able to ignore your feelings. “Do you think this is a good idea? I don't know, I feel like it’s too soon”. His eyes flitted down to your lap.
“Mfine, ok.” he grumbled.
“I know you are, it's just-”
“Do you trust me?” his eyes peered into yours, hand settling on your knee.
“You know I trust you”
“So don't make this harder than it needs to be. When I heard about this, I couldn't help but remember how much you enjoyed these things. I miss seeing that side of you.” he rubbed at your thigh “I’m better now, I promise.”
He made a point, you always had a good time at parties, they were a fun way for you to destress. But, the last one you guys attended had the opposite effect. He had gotten so high that night, resulting in nothing good. Top and Kelce tried to stop him from relentlessly laying into some pogue, as you stood in shock. You didn't even know why they got into it but you knew that he probably would have beaten the pogue to death if it weren't for the distant sirens. That night was your wake up call, and Rafe’s too when you told him that you couldn't be with him if he kept getting high and acting like that. That he needed help. He promised to you that night that he would get clean, and since he had been much better.
“Mkay, but you have to make me that one drink”
“That’s my girl, I’ll get you whatever you want.” he smirked before his lips attached to yours. Your lips moved against his desperately, whimpering when his tongue slowly swirled against your own. Before you could really process the absence from your lips, wet kisses were being placed along the column of your neck. When he pulled away you slightly shifted in your seat, becoming very aware of the warmth growing in you. “Cmon, I don't want you missing out on the party.”
The environment was practically identical to figure 8. Fancy house, endless amounts of alcohol, variations of kooks, and a lot of drugs. You decided to not worry over it though, trusting your boyfriend in his new found sobriety. While he was making your drink he told you about these parties being a big deal during the summer, and how glad he was to be at one with you.
It was later on, a few drinks into the night and you were having a really good time. The alcohol and music were compelling you to move with ease against Rafe, and his hands never left your body. You tilted your back into his torso, grinding your ass into his pelvis to the rhythm of the music.
“Cameron?!” A voice called over the music, and you tilted your head to find some guy approaching you both. He was holding an arm out to greet your boyfriend. Rafe hesitantly, let go of you to give the man a bro hug.
“Shit, I was just thinking about you man. Long time no see.” Rafe spoke happily..
“Fuck dont I know man. You doin good? You need anything? You know I always got you.” the guy grinned, not really acknowledging your presence.
“I’m doing good, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Rafe paused leaning into your body to whisper. “I’ll be right back, gonna catch up real quick.” You nodded and he planted a kiss on your forehead before following the chatty guy outside. You didn't reflect much on the haste interaction and went back to dancing when a favorite song of yours started playing.
No more than ten minutes passed before he had found his way back to you, oddly enough the other man was nowhere to be found. Rafe’s lips were on yours almost immediately with a needy kiss while he brought you into a tight embrace.
“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy in this dress all day. You know that though, don't you?” His hands fell to your ass, grabbing at it. Your insides were immediately tingly at that. “I love showing everyone that you're mine” he confessed before sloppily kissing you.
You danced together for a bit more until you became aware of your bladder being full. “Rafe, I have to pee” you whined. Hand in hand he swiftly ushered you up some stairs, music fading as you made your way up them.
“Rafey. Thank you for tonight and everything, you're so good to me, always taking care of me.” You drunkenly rambled.
“M-glad you're having fun beautiful” He twisted at some door knobs cursing when discovering they were locked.
When he found an unlocked room he quickly pulled you in with him. He swiftly locked the door before pressing you against it. His eyes roamed all over your face and lips before crashing his lips into yours. You loved the fact that he couldn't resist you, it was wrecking you.
“Need you right now baby” He broke away, lips finding your neck, and teeth biting at your soft skin. Your brain was practically empty at this point, moans slipping out at his touch. His hands were finding their way up your dress, rubbing over your soaked panties when you remembered what you came up here for. You softly pressed your hands against his chest.
“Wait, wait.” You breathily pleaded, pushing him back “I’ll be just a second ok?”
After relieving yourself you checked your reflection. You fixed some stray pieces of hair and tugged your dress down. You hadn't realized it was this short when you tried it on a couple days ago. You hadn't remembered much about the dress though. You only remembered showing it to Rafe in the dressing room along with him shoving it up and taking you against the mirror. Needy for release and content with how you looked, you opened the bathroom door.
You immediately looked at the bed assuming he would be there waiting for you. When you didn't find him your eyes traveled to the other side of the room, where he stood with his back to you. You were about to say something when you recognized faint sniffles. Immediately a pit started growing in your stomach. He wouldn't. You didn't want to entertain your thoughts, but another sniffle traveled to your ears accompanied by the faint sound of a crumpling plastic bag.
You were instantly sobered, rushed with too many feelings at once. Pain, betrayal, disappointment, anger. One of the many emotions finally pushed you to speak.
“How long?” your voice barely came out. His head quickly turned before the rest of his body quickly followed. His mouth was agape as he frantically wiped his nose.
“Babe, listen” he strode towards you.
“Don't Rafe. Tell me how long.” You crossed your arms over your chest, anxiously clutching at your forearms.
“It's not what it looks like.” He reached out to you but you recoiled at the thought of his touch. His hands fell to his sides at your rejection.
“I’m not stupid Rafe. How. Long.” You glared at him. His eyes frantically wandered around the room before his glossy eyes connected with yours. You knew what that guilty look meant. You felt sick to your stomach.
“Oh my God.” you whispered to yourself, maybe you were stupid. “Are you serious? Did you ever get clean?”
“Baby, I know I fucked up ok. I-I-”
“This isnt just a fuck up Rafe. You have been lying to me for who knows how long about being sober. I trusted you.” A tear fell down your cheek, allowing many others to follow. “I’m going back to the house.” You began your exit.
“Babe. Babe.” He reached out to grab your wrists, anxiously rubbing them before you pulled back.
“Don't call me that. You promised me you would stop, I fucking told you how I felt about it. You knew how important this was to me, for us.” your voice broke while tears streamed down your face.
“I’m going to fix this ok.” his eyes were searching yours “ok?”
“I don't believe you!” you snapped. “Just earlier you convinced me to come in here by lying straight to my face. Do you know how fucked up that is?” you scoffed. “Especially because it was coming from a place of genuine concern. I don't know if I can even trust you anymore.” he stood there jaw twitching
“You weren't supposed to know,” he mumbled.
“Fuck you.” You breathed out, as you left the room.
You rushed down the stairs, needing to get outside. The fresh air helped you catch your breath and you quickly decided that you would walk back to the Cameron house. You hated involving other people in your mess but you had to call Sarah to unlock the door for you when you arrived. When she opened it her eyes traveled over your state and she simply brought you into a hug.
When you got into the bedroom, you kicked your shoes off and slid against the side of the bed. It all hurt so much. His ability to hide something so big from you hurt the most. Maybe you didn't really know him. You sat there for a while raking through your memories trying to decipher if there were any signs you missed.
All of a sudden you heard the front door slam. Not long after you heard Ward’s raised voice.
“Rafe?! Are you high right now?!” You got up and went into the bathroom not wanting to hear the rest of what was about to ensue. You locked the door behind you, and sat on the toilet cover.
As you tried to gather your breaths you heard him enter the room. There was a brief moment of silence before the bathroom knob rattled.
He spoke your name, “Open the door. Please.” You could hear it in his voice that he was a mess, desperation seeping through the door.
You hesitantly got up and opened the door.
“Look I know, I know what I did was wrong and I’m gonna make it right. You gotta listen to me though, I’m in control babe. I can quit whenever I want.” you sighed. “You can't deny that I changed, I still got better for you baby, I stopped fighting.” He stood in the door frame, towering over you.
You looked up into his eyes and his pupils were blown. It was so hard being around him when he was like this, you couldn't handle it everything was becoming overwhelming. You attempted to sidle past him but he blocked your path.
“Don't do that.” His eyes went dark. “Don't walk away from me, ok? You can't keep ignoring me” he scowled.
“I’m not ignoring you, I just don't want to do this with you right now. Please move so I can change?.” His eyes roamed over your figure, then his tongue swiped over his lip as he nodded.
“Can't believe you walked home dressed like this” he reached up playing with your dress strap. “Could've gotten kidnapped or hurt, but maybe you wanted that kind of attention.” You shoved him out of your way, neglecting his calls of your name as you began sifting through your clothes.
“You give me no fucking credit huh? I told you I haven't gotten into any fights since that night, that shows something doesn't it?” he slurred.
“Yeah fine. whatever you say Rafe” you muttered, bending to slip on a pair of sweats. Suddenly you felt a tight searing pain on your arm, spinning you around.
“Ow! What the hell Rafe?!! That hurts!” His hold didn’t relent as he got in your face.
“You think you're a saint or something? Think you're so perfect?” His other hand came up grasping your jaw, forcing your eye contact. “Are you aware of how fucking suffocating you can be? Making excuses for us to not go out, like you dont fucking love it. Want to know how I know baby?” He smugly laughed and you whimpered in silence, biting your tongue. “Because every one of those nights ended with your wet cunt squeezing my cock, moaning for me like a little slut.” He finally released you.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You spat at him, while gently rubbing your arm. “See this is why I can't do this.” Your vision blurred from your tears, as he paced mumbling incoherently. You quickly put a hoodie and some slippers on, needing to get away from this version of Rafe.
You left the room and walked towards the patio door, sliding through to go sit on the private beach. You were in genuine shock. He had never touched you like that before. Never spoke to you like that either. Yeah you had seen him get like this towards others but he had never aimed it at you. Your brain had wondered for a while about your relationship. Your worries slowed eventually, just enough to let sleep sweep in.
You slowly woke up.
You were confused as to why you were laying under bed covers, you remembered falling asleep on the beach. You observed your surroundings a little more, and came to the conclusion that you were in your shared room. The person you shared it with however was nowhere to be found. You could only assume he took you from the beach last night.
You sighed and got up to go to the bathroom. You blankly stared at yourself in the mirror. You weren't recognizable to yourself. Your eyes were extremely puffed, your arm an ugly shade of purple, and a numb expression masked your face. You made your way out of the bathroom to grab some clothes for a shower, you felt gross.
You stopped in your tracks when you saw his figure sitting on the bed. You must have missed hearing him come back in.
He was looking up at you with those familiar soft blue eyes, the ones that you had loved. You could tell he’d been crying too. You took a seat near him, feeling somewhat comfortable. Maybe because it felt like you knew this version of him.
“M-sorry baby. I’m so sorry. You know I didn't mean any of that” His hand found your cheek, you were so confused by him now.
His hand slid to your jaw, tilting your head up needing you to look at him. His eyes searched yours for forgiveness.“I’m gonna get my shit together. I will. I’m gonna get help. But you can't- please don't leave. I need you.”
“You hurt me, really bad. I told you I can't be with you like this. I need time.” you whispered.
“No no no. Don't do this. Please beautiful.” He shook his head. “I can't do this without you. I love you. M- sorry that I hurt you.”
“I don't know, maybe we can figure it out,” he let out a breath of relief as his eyes glossed over. “but, I still need space and time, it's going to take a lot for me to be able to trust you again”
“I'm going to get it together this time, I’ll show you. I promise”
He pulled you into a tight hug like he wasn't ever going to let you go. You wished you could believe in his promise but it was too late. In some weird fucked up way you felt bad for lying to him right then about figuring things out, but you had to. You literally had nowhere else to go right now.
His lips connected with yours, and you briefly kissed him back before pulling away. You cared about him, but you had already decided on what you were going to do once you got back to Kildare.
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Dial Drunk | Rafe Cameron
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pairing - Rafe x reader word count - 2,234 warnings - swearing, drunk driving A/N - inspired by Noah Kahan's song "Dial Drunk"
summary - Rafe gets himself into trouble yet again, and the only person he can think to save him is you. But you're over now, so what's he supposed to do? Simple. Call you anyway.
Rafe shouldn't have been driving, and in the back of his head, he knew that. The issue was caring. Something he didn’t do at all. Not since you left him.
Left him was putting it kindly. You grabbed his heart, ripped it out of his chest, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until all that was left was a pile of pink and red mush and pieces of you -the only thing he had actually cared about. Naturally, he fought the break up tooth and nail. Granted, he didn’t behave in the most rational way. He shouted and yelled until he was red in the face, and he got closer to you than he should’ve, but he never laid a hand on you. He would never do that, and you knew that, which was why you didn’t flinch, even when his face was inches from yours.
That fight was what Rafe was thinking about only a week later as he was cruising down a side street at 70 miles an hour, drunk off his ass. He swore to himself as the sky behind him lit up blue and red, and for a second, he considered drawing out a car chase, but a voice in his head told him that that would be too idiotic, even for him.
That voice, he realized, sounded an awful lot like you.
When Deputy Shoupe approached his window, even he knew he was being too much of an asshole -definitely pushing his luck. “Son, why don’t you step out of the car for me?”
“Son, why don’t you kiss my ass?”
“Rafe, get out of the car,” Shoupe said with a roll of his eyes.
“Shoupe, go to hell.”
With an annoyed sigh, Shoupe reached through the open window, unlocked the car, and pulled the door handle, yanking Rafe out by the bicep. “Have you been drinking tonight, Rafe?” he asked, flashing a light in Rafe’s eyes, causing him to squint and turn his head.
“I don’t know, Shoupey-doupe, what do you think?”
Shoupe sighed and grabbed Rafe by the arm again, turning him around so he was pressed to his car, then got his cuffs out of his back pocket. “Dammit, Rafe,” he muttered. He threw him in the back of the car, then got in the front and headed to the station. Rafe sat silently with his head against the window, a small pout on his face. Shoupe eyed him in the rearview mirror, then sighed. “Who’d you like to call at the station?” he asked.
Rafe shrugged and stayed quiet.
“C’mon, kid,” Shoupe pushed. “You get one phone call. You’re telling me no one’ll post your bail?” Rafe still said nothing, leaving Shoupe to sigh again and stare back out at the road in front of him.
“(Y/N).”
Shoupe glanced in the mirror then out the windshield again. “What was that?”
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Rafe repeated. “I’ll call her.”
Shoupe knew you. Everyone knew you. You were one of those rare, special Kooks who was nice to everyone. Kook, Pogue, Touron, it didn’t matter. People were people in your eyes, no matter where they came from. Everyone supposed that was how you could come to date Rafe. You didn’t judge him for who he was. You loved him for who he was trying to become.
Until, of course, you didn’t.
When they pulled up to the station, Shoupe led Rafe to a phone where he could call you. Luckily, he had your number memorized -something you had once insisted on him doing in case he got himself into situations just like this one. Shoupe stood by Rafe’s side, supervising the call with his arms folded across his chest.
The line rang several times, and for a moment, Rafe feared you wouldn’t pick up at all. It was the middle of the night, after all. You were probably sleeping. But then, he heard your voice.
“Hello?” You sounded groggy, and he immediately felt a twinge of guilt. For everything.
“Hey,” he said. “It’s-” He cleared his throat. “It’s me.”
“Rafe?”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
“Where, where are you calling me from?”
He cleared his throat again, his eyes squeezing shut. “The police station.” He was met with silence on the other end until you finally sighed.
“I told you not to call me anymore, Rafe,” you said.
“I know, baby, I know, I just-”
“Don’t call me that.”
He winced and put his forehead in his hand. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), but please, I didn’t know who else-” Before he could say anything else, he was met with the dial tone. He felt a lump start to rise in his throat. “He- Hello? (Y/N)?”
Nothing.
He looked up at Shoupe with pleading eyes, and Shoupe stared down at him. If Rafe had been more sober, he would’ve taken note of the pity in the officer’s expression. “Please,” Rafe said. “Just let me call her back. I know she’ll pick up.” Shoupe could see the chaos behind Rafe’s eyes. It was a look he knew all too well. The kid was about to spiral. Shoupe sighed and pulled up a chair, dragging it in front of Rafe so he could sit.
“Son,” he said gently, “are you a danger to yourself?”
Rafe furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “Fuck that,” he said aggressively. “Just let me call her. I’ll, we can do a breathalyzer, I’ll, I’ll sit in a cell, I’ll fucking kiss your badge. Just let me call her.”
Shoupe sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Why do you do this to yourself, kid?”
Rafe knew he wasn’t getting another phone call.
He dropped his face to his hands and sighed, feeling tears coming to his eyes. Shoupe stood up, pushed his chair back where he found it, and took a hold of Rafe’s bicep. “C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get you to a cell.”
“I’m not a bad guy anymore, Shoupe,” Rafe said, his voice weak and desperate as he followed the sheriff. “I’m not proud of the shit I’ve done. I’ve changed.”
“I know, kid,” he said. “It’s just for the night.”
“But why doesn’t she know that?”
Shoupe gave Rafe a sympathetic smile as he slid the cell gate closed. “Get some sleep, alright?” he said. “Things’ll be better in the morning.”
Rafe sure hoped he was right.
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Rafe was awoken the next morning by the sound of metal bars sliding open. He sat up, blinking against the daylight, and looked at Shoupe. “Your bail got posted,” he said. “Let’s go.” Rafe stood up, his head pounding from the hangover, and followed Shoupe out of the cell.
“Who posted-”
He cut himself off when he saw you standing at the front desk, his belongings in your hands. You looked tired and anxious, eyes darting around uncomfortably. He hated that he was the cause of your anxiety. All he wanted to do was hug you, but he knew better.
When you saw him, your shoulders dropped a little with the relief of seeing a person you knew, even despite the situation. “Hey,” you said once he was in front of you.
“Hey,” he said back. “Thanks for-”
“It’s okay,” you said, cutting him off and handing him his things -wallet, keys, and jacket. “I’ll give you a ride to your truck.”
“You don’t have to-”
“Who else is gonna do it, Rafe?” you asked. You didn’t sound annoyed or angry. You sounded tired. Defeated. And he hated that. So, he just nodded and followed you out of the station and to your car. “Where’d you get pulled over?” you asked, starting the engine to your vehicle. Rafe spewed out the location, so you headed in that direction, letting the car fill with an uncomfortable silence.
Rafe could only take it for a few minutes.
“I know what I promised you,” he said softly. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened and your jaw clenched, but you didn’t look at him or acknowledge him in any other way. “I shouldn’t have called.”
“Who else was gonna post your bail?” you asked with a scoff.
“I’ll pay you back," he said without hesitation.
“That’s not important,” you said.
“It's important to me.”
You pulled up behind his truck and parked the car, but Rafe made no effort to get out. You could predict what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. “I don’t want to do this, Rafe,” you whispered. “I can’t do this.”
“You think I can?” he asked, his own voice breaking. “Baby, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Don’t call me that,” you said, tears pooling in your eyes. “Please, please don’t call me that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not your baby anymore, Rafe!” you shouted. “And when you call me that, I want to forget all the reasons I broke up with you and pick up where we left off, but I can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“Because you haven’t changed,” you said, finally willing yourself to look up at him. He looked exhausted, and you didn’t know if that was due to a night in a jail cell or a routine of sleepless nights. “Rafe, you are still the exact same boy who broke my heart a week ago.”
“Broke your heart?” he repeated. “I think you’re misremembering how that fight went down, (Y/N).”
“I remember that night fine,” you countered. “Do you?”
-
It was your birthday, and Rafe had promised you something special. Something so special that he didn’t want you to plan anything else. He said he would be out for most of the day with Barry, but when he came home, you were going to have the best birthday ever.
But then, the night came, the night went, and Rafe never showed. At least, not until 2:00 in the morning, high out of his mind. He crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck until you stirred. “Did I wake you, baby?” he asked. You pushed him away which made him whine. “What?”
“What do you mean, what?” you snapped. “Rafe, do you even remember what today is?” He rattled off the date, and only once the number passed his lips did realization cross his features.
”Oh, shit.”
“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Shit.”
“I had some business to take care of with Barry, and then-”
“Save it,” you said. “I know how things go when you have ‘business’ with Barry. I don’t know why I expected something different today.’”
“That’s not fair,” he said.
“Isn’t it?” you said, turning to face him. “It’s always the same shit with you, Rafe. Drugs and business and tossing me to the side because you know I’ll still be here when you decide I’m worth your time again.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes it is,” you said, pushing yourself out of bed. “It is, and I’m tired of it.”
“Oh, you’re tired of it?” he said, standing up as well. “So what?”
“So, I’m done,” you said. “I’m done letting you string me along like this.”
“I’m not stringing you along, (Y/N)!” he said, putting his hands on his head. “I love you!”
“Hell,” you scoffed. “If this is how you treat people you love, it’s no wonder you’ve tried to kill so many people you hate.”
“Fuck you!” he said, pointing a finger at you in anger.
“No, fuck you Rafe!” you shouted back. “I’m-” You let out a bitter laugh as a few tears spilled down your cheeks. “I’m tired. Go home.”
“No, I’m not done talking about this.”
“Well I am,” you said. “And this is my house, so get the fuck out. Don't call me. And promise me you won't come back."
He scoffed. "I'll do you one better. I promise to forget about you altogether."
-
“Well I guess we broke each other's hearts,” you said.
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess we did.”
You were both quiet again until Rafe finally sighed. “(Y/N), I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday.” You looked up at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and couldn’t help but laugh.
“You think that’s why I was upset, Rafe?” you said. “Because you forgot my fucking birthday?” Before he could speak, you continued. “It’s because I’m always going to come in second with you. You’re never going to put me above your stupid fucking drugs and the idiotic life choices you keep choosing to make. And I tried so hard to be patient and understanding, but you won’t stop because you don’t want to stop, and I know that now.”
“I want you,” he said, turning his body to face you. “Isn’t that enough?”
You shook your head. “No. It’s not. Not when I care about you more than you care about yourself.”
Rafe opened his mouth like he was going to say something only to close it again. You clicked the button to unlock your car door, signaling that the conversation was done. With a clenched jaw, Rafe nodded and got out of the car. Before he could close the door, you spoke again.
“It’s not fair, you know,” you said.
“What’s not fair?” he asked.
You gave him a sad smile. “I’ll always come when you call,” you said as a single tear fell down your cheek. “I just hope, someday, I stop having to.”
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Rafe Cameron:
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stepbro rafe hcs!
Warnings: stepcest, dub-con, reader’s lowkey a bimbo, light smut, pervy behavior, DARK CONTENT, jealousy.
a/n: this is my first post so please be nice and as always mdni!
stepbrother! rafe who was always a little too touchy with you, holding your hips to move you out of his way, caressing your head when you did something right, placing his hand on your thigh as you sat next to him at family dinner, making you his personal eye candy at parties, making his friends envious, and making their shorts tighten at your cleavage as they watched you lean down and pick something up for Rafe.
You dismissed it as casual affection because you were just relieved that your intimidating big evil stepbrother liked you.
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A shiver ran through you as you felt Rafe’s fingers graze your spine as he pulls down the zipper, and you see him lick his lips at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your push-up bra.
You gasp when he unhooks it in one swift motion making it pool at your feet, and you bite your lip as his finger reaches out to brush over your hardened nipple.
stepbro! Rafe always carries drags you back to his room when you've had a little too much to drink, stripping you and changing your clothes so you can wear his, so you know better than to protest as his gaze hungrily travels down your half-naked body, swallowing roughly when your palms reach up to squeeze your boobs as a protection against the cold air and cock twitching when you look up at him through your lashes and whine for him to give you his shirt already.
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stepbro! rafe wrapped your lace panties around his hardening cock, getting off to your pictures, in his defense, you did ask him to take a good picture of you and perhaps he took a few extra for himself. You didn't mind because you were wearing the miniskirt he bought you as an act of reconciliation after he beat up that touron for talking to you, so it's not entirely his fault that he took a few in different angles. That's what a nice stepbrother does, right?
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stepbro! rafe who takes you shopping on the mainland where he buys you the skimpiest little skirts he can think of, skirts that he knows will undoubtedly hike up when you bend over, as well as some lace lingerie sets that would flash through your see-through shirts.
He usually follows you into the dressing room as you change, observing you with a hungry glare. He means well, of course; after all, who else is going to assist you in undressing?
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drunk or coked out stepbro! Rafe who slips into your room at night under the guise of just checking in on his stepsister, and before you know it he’s grinding against you,and being the good and obedient, step sister that you are, you grind back into him knowing that he just needs to relieve some tension. However, you squeeze your thighs together in an effort to stop him when he inserts his hand between them,
“Rafe …. but mom and dad?”
Sighing, he moves in closer and says, "Look, I just need you right now, okay?" and with that, he grabs your hand and presses it against his bulge. “This is what you do to me” he groans. You relent some not wanting to upset him he’s your favorite person after all and you just want to help him, it's what good stepsisters do right? And you let his hand make its way into your shorts, calloused fingers teasing your clit, “fuck so wet for me angel” he mumbles kissing you on the sweet spot right under your ear, and when you hear his belt unbuckle and hand snake his way around your throat you know you're in for a long night.
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tagging: @lovedetlost @ilostmylipbalm @cherryniceties @rafecamerons @cosmiclvrs and anyone else who wants to do it!!
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