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i’m so excited to pretend i’m her the whole next season!!! eeeekkkk

i promise i’m okay guys pls 😭

he looks like a sexy french tutor 😭

and also can we talk about how much screen time he had this season?? i had to pause every time he came on screen

and his story with sofia has progressed so much!! CANT wait for the next part🙈

smthn w hoodies

h o o d i e s

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: tso i've never written for him and the request is not very specific. y'all are free to request them again w different characters. i haven't really seen anyone in obx wearing hoodies but anyway, here it is requests are open luv, thai

requested- yes

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- none i think-

Rafe found himself in Mr. Bellingham's radar again. he's always been in his radar. but today wasn't a reason he'd believe since you would never do anything of assort with the likes of the Cameron

His best guess was that he had a moment of self reflection in the hallways.

Cameron and you had a very strange relationship, where one or the other would do a 180 when seeing the other's face. just because both of you are childish with their nurturing crushes.

You had no idea what gave you the courage to pull something like that on him, but it's been a while since he's been gawking, why not.

With a pull on Rafe's hand, both of you were in an empty classroom, him against the door in sheer surprise.

You pulled him closer with the fabric of his hoodie over his head with inches between you

who wears a hoodie in this weather?

His faces were tilted as if to kiss you, noses barley apart. you hand trailed down from the hood to the strings and tugged, closing the gap of his lips and yours with the light fabric.

But Rafe Cameron was in it now, his confidence barged in and was ready to devour. he did not bother to undo the knot, nope, he reached his hand under the cloth and pulled it off completely. leaving him shirtless and you probably breathless.

he held the sleeves in his arms and pulled you in by the hoodie. at this point you were closer and looked like a tomato.

he had an eyebrow raised, smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face

is this how you want to play doll?

a m o r i s t

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pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: heyya, so its been a while since I've done him and i was scrolling through Pinterest and i saw this trope and fell in love. amorist defines someone in love and it felt a perfect way to describe soft and mushy rafe. as always, my requests are always open for your thoughts and stories, with lots of love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- its just fluff, my soft rafe, denying kisses

Rafe Cameron had a lovely habit of always needing to keep his hands busy. He'd love fiddling to jerking his fingers wherever he could. But lately? he quite enjoyed braiding your hair.

Rafe and undid your ponytail and shook out your hair. He had finished up brushing it. He would do it with so much caution and care so you'd never feel an ounce of pain. He'd thread his hand through your hair ever so gently with his nimble fingers.

You had placed your head on his lap, engrossed in a movie while his skillfully played with strands of your hair. He wouldn't pay much attention to the screen since his thought always go back to your hair. he was enchanted and absolutely adored it. it was soft and just so pretty and satisfying to touch.

Rafe looked so pretty with all his concentration centered in making your hair look lovely. you just had to lean in for a kiss, just one.

you tipped your jaw to make contact with his face above yours just for him to shrug it off. he quickly placed a kiss to your cheek.

you had lips, it wouldn't hurt for him to notice once in a while. him and his stupid face.

"Shh, stop fussing baby. Lemme finish braiding your hair and I'll kiss you forever alright?"

Swish, brush, twine, swish, brush, twine, over and over again, your eyes began to droop as you tried to will yourself awake once more, but to no avail, you had fallen asleep in his arms, and when you'd woken from slumber, you found his arms wrapped around you, as he was fast asleep, two perfect braids sitting like a crown on your head.

h a l c y o n

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: helloo my lovleys, let me see what I can do :) so I'm so sorry it took so long since I've been awfully caught up with my examinations, I feel pretty hyped up for this one so I'm hopeful this will reach you expectations and I do your plot justice tysmm for taking the time to request, ik i take time but I swear it makes my day when i see my inbox flooding. I'm swamped but I'm really trying, i promise requests are always open with love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- just tooth rottin fluff, overall a sweet drabble

Rafe that this old sofa in his room since forever. He just absolutely adored it to no ends even with its old covers and worn out figure. His favourite thing was to fall asleep on it in the afternoons with you. It was just so comfortable but not as grand or spacious like every other thing uou would find in their household. A lovely excuse to keep you closer cause he wouldn't want his girl to have a fall of the edge while they slept of. so what not a better safety precaution than his arm keeping you close.

Falling asleep for you was not as easy as flipping a switch, so instead you would prop up your head on a pillow with Rafe attached you your hip as you go through your reading assignment in plans to slowly nod off.

his head would be on your stomach with his hands wrapped around you and legs displaced by the small furniture.

With one hand flipping through the pages of your prescribed textbook the other one was lightly massaging his hair so he wouldn't stir up with your sudden movements.

"baby?"

"yeah rafe?"

"you smell really nice mhmm"

o r p h i c

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pairing(s)- rafe cameron

a/n: hellolo, i'm so sorry i deleted the request, it was very clumsy of me. the anonymous had asked for me to write about how both rafe and you seemed to hate each other but keeps each other in their minds throughout the day. one leads to another and they end up confessing thankyou for requesting, i hope you indulge your stories with me to write them out for you in the future with love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

summary: you looked so pretty, how could rafe resist a bite?

requested- yes

warnings- unestablished relationship, hateful but secretly in love, "love", "sweetheart", mentions of satan-?

Midsummers carried the bright, enliven days with the aroma of freedom and warmth, but here you were stuck at some barbeque enlightened by the presence of bloody Rafe Cameron.

it annoyed you how he was so aggressive and a devil of a narcissist who walked around as if he owned the world. But what pissed you off the most was how in every crowd you'd search for him, how you often thought about his stupid hair and his stupid face and how his arms looked so fine with his sleeves rolled up.

How could i be so dual?

you'd assume one would steer themselves from dangerous situations such as interacting with a hot headed Cameron who could fuck you up in more ways than one.

You were helping Wheezie collect seashells for her castle when he strolled in to the sand with his hands shoved in his pockets, confidence following him like an obedient dog.

"need her for a minute, dad said to let her tag on" he so nonchalantly expressed the reason of his prescence.

wiping the sand from your calves, you slid on your slippers and followed him. It was always necessary to be cautious with Rafe, you never knew what he was thinking. but at the same time, why did he look like that? like the angels envied the looks of the devil, even though they were to stay away, that smile pulled you on.

you both had gone a good few meters out of sight when he harshly twisted you around by your hand, pushing your back towards the cement wall. his right hand was hugging your waist while his knee was firmly placed between your thighs.

fuck

your heart was hammering and your legs were ready to turn into absolute mush when he was Infront of you.

"who said you could look so pretty huh?"

fuck it, who could resist the devil when he decides to take form of Rafe Cameron?

you lifted his chin and closed the space between him, your hands through his hair as you could feel yourself fall in rhythm.

he pulled back

oh

"I'm so sorry oh my god, I shouldn't have done that I'm so sorry, I-"

"darlin" he covered his eyes with a hand

" if you don't want to talk to me ever again I get it-"

"sweetheart"

"I'm just so-"

you were very rudely interrupted as he lowered his head, pulled you by your shirt and kissed you again.

OH

m i s c h e v i o u s

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)- rafe cameron

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

Rafe Cameron was a leader, someone with initiative, someone who was adamant about fixing it before it became a problem. And when you caught his gaze, he knew there was going to be a problem. You looked beautiful, you really did, absolutely captivating. he just knew that tonight won't end without a taste.

he knew what you were expecting for a reaction. and if you thought he was going to get down on his knees and do whatever you wanted to him, then you were absolutley right.

if you wanted to play, then fine. but he assumed by now that you would know better than to stay out of things you wouldn't win

his arm grazed your thigh, running shivers down your bare thigh uncovered by the slit in your dress.

fuck

"i missed you so much. you can't even comprehend"

it had only been a week.

you could not win, not when he looks like god and especially when he had a to-do list. the only item left for tonight was you. his hand kept going higher as the more people began to drown their drinks and dance.

"oh god" you moaned.

"not god sweetheart," he said before adjusting his fingers a bit deeper,"Rafe."

"baby, keep quiet, or imma have to go harder don't I"

credit: @ageofsam

[literal inspiration to not delete this blog]

R A F E C A M E R O N M A S T E R L I S T

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

"mischievous"

rafe cameron was someone who takes initiative, so he wouldn't hesitate in fixating on you for the rest of the night, trying to win you over after a fight

warnings- unintentional background of a dispute before this takes place, reader has been away for a week, vulgar thoughts, vulgar language, teasing, ignoring partner

"orphic"

who could resist the devil's kiss when he decides to take form of Rafe Cameron?

warnings- expression of rafe's undying love for a sofa, close proximity, established relationship, sleepy rafe,

"halycon"

Rafe just absolutely adored his sofa to no ends even with its old covers and worn out figure but a small one, what a lovely excuse to keep you closer cause he wouldn't want his girl to have a fall of the edge while they slept of.

"amorsit"

just a soft rafe plaiting your hair

warnings- to be honest this a very soft one, lovey dovey rafe, soft rafe, uh mentions of reader having hair (questioning my life with these warnings istg)

"hoodies"

you provide a tease, he provides an earthquake in your stomach between classes

warnings- confident reader, slight tease if you squint looking through a magnifying glass I suppose, I suppose it has a theme of leading rafe on, unestablished relationship, pretending not to be in love with each other (that's the real headache), both are in school

its 3am… i know i have to wake up at 7:30… am i still going to stay awake and finish this series? and work on 2 hours of sleep? ABSOLUTELY. because your writing is phenomenal and i cannot get enough of it😩😩😩

🥀 TOXIC SERIES MASTERLIST

summary — rafe is your high school boyfriend turned toxic baby daddy.

warnings — MDNI; toxic!babydaddy!rafe, mean!rafe, dom!rafe, domestic violence, noncon/dubcon, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, jealousy, choking, cussing, reader's daughter sees/hears them arguing, kinda more ooc rafe, be sure to check the warnings for each chapter pls!

— I.

— II.

— III.

— IV.

— V. coming soon

— alternate version (comissioned)

he’s too fine not to share this.😩

(credits to yours truly… shameless plug)

i like noses, i like big noses… because you can kinda like…. sit on em.

STOP, PLS I CANT DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE, ANYTHING ANYTHING HE WANTS, I DON’T CARE HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS TO ME AS LONG AS IM WITH HIM

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 6/50

Character; Rafe Cameron

Kink; Non con (DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon <333

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, THIS IS A DARK FIC!!! Please be warned, this fic is NON CONSENSUAL. Read at your own risk

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You stirred in the silky bed sheets, yawning as you woke from your nap, attempting to raising your hands to wipe away the crust.

Except they wouldn’t move.

You shot up, slowly becoming more aware of your surroundings as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. Each of your wrists were cuffed to opposing ends of a king size bed. The cuffs restraining you jingled as you attempted to pull your hands free.

How could this have possibly happened?

Your memory jogged as you recalled being at a party, hosted by a random boy you hadn’t even met. A party you didn’t want to attend in the first place but of course caved at your best friend’s pleads and bribery to pay for your drinks for the night- and the next few.

You remembered being blackout drunk, no longer caring about manners you had crawled into the first bed you found. Falling into a deep sleep.

As your eyes adjusted you noticed a tall male frame standing at your left. Due to the darkness of the room you couldn’t quite make out the face of the mysterious figure.

“Wh-Who are you?” you trembled, your body shaking in fear.

“Spread your legs.” the male commands, ignoring your question, his voice stern but oddly familiar. Your breathing picks up as you begin to panic, your hands flailing as you begin to scream “Help! H-“ He rushes forwards, his large hand smacking over your mouth essentially silencing your cries.

“Scream like that again and i- i swear to god i’ll fuckin’ kill you.” he growled.

“You got that?” he pressured once again, you nodded your head at a rapid pace, believing his threat to be true.

His hand fell from your mouth as he straddled you from above, his thick hands pulling up your dress and pushing your panties to the side. He groaned at the sight of your pretty pussy, soaked for him already and you didn’t realise it.

Before you knew it, the mystery man had removed his boxers and began to palm his cock in his hand. His thick shaft leading up to a swollen pink tip. His balls big and full of cum, ready to empty inside you.

Without warning he pressed his bulbous tip against your hole and thrust forcefully into you. Bottoming out in a single thrust as you began to scream at the top of your lungs.

His hand once again covered your mouth, only this time his other hand pinched your nose alongside it. Oxygen left your lungs faster than you imagined, your body thrashed, legs kicking, arms flailing. Still impailed on his fat cock, your pussy clenched in desperation of breath making him let out a long moan as he smothered you.

Just as you felt your body still and you begin to roll back he removed his grasp. You gasped desperate to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as you could get.

You were cut off as he began to thrust his length into you, your walls sucking him in. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, always knew you were a whore.” he sneered as you cried out. You begged him to stop, telling him he didn’t need to do this and that you promised not to tell anybody which only seemed to entice him further.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten “No no no.” you choked, desperate to not cum all over your rapists cock.

You couldn’t hold in your moans of pleasure as you squirted, your juices coating his cock and his abs. “F-fuck look at the mess you made, dirty fuckin’ girl” he grunted.

His hips stuttered as his warm seed began to fill you up, hot ropes of cum spurted into your cunt, leaking out due to the amount of sperm he emptied inside of you. You quivered and shook around his length, coming down from your forced high.

He leaned over you, flicking on the light switch beside his bed.

You closed your eyes as the bright light made them sting, slowly blinking as your pupils shrunk down and your vision became less blurry.

Your face fell further as you recognised the figure infront of you. Your squirt still dripping down his body and his cum still leaking out of your own.

“Cmon’ don’t look so shocked you slut, it was only a matter of time before i found you.” Rafe chuckled as he watched your eyes begin to fill up with tears once again. How did he find you?

How does he always fucking find you.

『𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 & 𝐂𝐨.』

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮. © 𝐂𝐡𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.

☪︎ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢! ☪︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐊𝐞𝐲- 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (✯), 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 (♱), 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 (❀), 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (☹)

『𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍』

rafe + shy reader + beach sex

rafe + 69

rafe + somno

rafe + piss kink

sad! rafe + comforting! reader

rafe’s a booty muncher??

rafe peeking up readers skirt

rafe manipulating naive! reader (1.5k)

clubbing w rafe headcanon (sfw + nsfw)

pussy eating + throat fucking + ass eating + ball sucking + cum eating (😭)

rafe x reader moodboard

rafe w a gun kink

4.   rafe finding reader's toys she has and using them all on her at once because his ego is all like “I’m not good enough or something? Fine!”

-💎

i’m so sorry i literally just realised you asked for him to use them all on her after, i didn’t see it until i was just about to post, sorry if i disappointed <3

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you stood from the couch in shock as rafe burst through the living room door, his messy bangs sticking to his forehead and his face red with fury and a medium size box in his hands, the rage in his eyes clear.

“rafe wha-“

he threw the box into your lap, his hands settling on his hips as he stared you down with his dark blues.

“what. the. fuck. is. this?” his tone calmer than usual which immediately put you on edge, and causing an eery feeling to rise in your stomach.

looking down at the box you stilled, a bright pink 7 inch dildo staring straight back at you, along side your pretty purple vibrator. swallowing heavily you looked up at him through your lashes, rafe sneered.

“what the fuck is this shit huh? what yo-you think that im not good enough or somethn’ ? hiding that shit from me, did you really think i wouldn’t find out? huh? you thought that i- that i wouldn’t find out that my own girlfriends a-a needy fuckin’ cock whore?”

his anger was visible through his clenched fists as he rambled, pacing back and forth in-front of you.

“rafe i-i swear i haven’t used them since i met you, i don’t even need them anymo-”

he scoffed, throwing his hands in the air in mock understanding before swiftly moving to grip your jaw in a tight grip. you hated when he got like this, when his jealousy and insecurity took over there was no grounding rafe cameron. you should’ve known there was no point in trying to argue with him, he always wins. every single time.

“you’re a fuckin’ liar. you’re a lying fuckin’ whore. this dick not good enough for you, hmm? i’ll fuckin’ show you.” he murmured. you held his hand in your own, planting your feet and making a move to stand on shaky legs.

not on his watch.

rafe gripped your shoulders, roughly throwing you back down onto the couch, face down, before pulling up your skirt and tearing your panties in half. you keened, gasping at the sensation of cool air hitting your bare cunt.

your gasp quickly turned to a scream as rafe pummelled his cock into your pussy, no warning, no preparation, nothing. with one thrust he was balls deep, bottoming out into your cervix and sending tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. “fuck rafe!” you cried, the pain overwhelming.

he didn’t care. in his mind you deserved it. i mean, how dare you use his hole without permission? thoughtlessly shoving another cock in his cunt.

“shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch. i really gotta’ teach you the basics all over again, huh? this is my pussy, y’hear me? mine. say it, tell me who’s pussy this is.” he growled, his hips slamming into your plump ass from behind, the sound of skin clapping filling the room, his thick hand wrapped around your hair and tugging roughly.

“yours! it’s your pussy. i’m sorry, daddy. i’m so s-” you wailed into the cushion as rafe pushed your head back down into the couch.

“damn right it is, and did i give you permission to put some other cock in my pussy? caus’ i swear i didn’t.” he laughed manically, drowning out your cries. his thrusts becoming heavier, his thick length driving into your cervix with every pump.

“didn’t your ma ever tell you not to touch other peoples toys?”

ARMS. DROOLING, CRYING, PUKING, KICKING MY FEET.

THEYE LOOFK SO GRABABLE.

“And you are unforgettable.”- Rafe Cameron Headcannons!!

• Definitely steals your sunscreen. Especially if it is sunbum. He’s taking it and never getting it back. So say bye bye- you won’t see it until you give over to his house and see it sitting on his nightstand or desk.

• He can have outbursts sometimes, so give him time. He does feel bad when he blows up in your face and takes something to far in an argument. He loves you and hopes not to lose you due to how he acts.

• Has 100% scared you by knowing shade names of certain makeup brands. Like he’ll come home from being out and will say stuff like, “You wanted that Rare Beauty lip tint is the shade… Hope, right?” Or like “Isn’t there a Summer Fridays shade or flavor or whatever the hell it is called Poppy?” Like he knows- it’s horrifying. Don’t get started on nails…

• Reckless with anything really. It doesn’t matter to him how bad he may get hurt, if it’s fun, he’s gonna do it.

• Smells like a very beachy, sea salt kind of scent. Pairing with the sunscreen he stole off of you.

Dating Rafe Cameron !! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

imagine dating rafe chatters I would diee

xo Kori ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Moodbaords !!

Be mine

Ok this is Rafe x Lampad reader, this isn't how they met but it will mention it among other things. This one is more about how they got "together." Hope yall like it!✌️

MDNI 18+

Tw: drugs mentioned/used, alcohol forced intimacy, implied sex/sexual things

Colorful lights blast out of the windows of a enormous house, loud music and chatter can be heard from outside. People adorn in little to no clothing dancing, drinking, and snorting mystery powder littered the rooms. Everyone was having fun, except one girl, she looked out of place. Dressed in all black with her skin showing only through lacy details. She stood in one of the many corners, solo cup in her black acrylic hands, frown on her face. She didn't want to come here, parties wasn't really her thing; too many people, too many loud sounds. But her new friend invited her, he was so kind to do so that she couldn't say no. She couldn't disappoint him so soon, only having been in OBX for 4 months and friends with him for 3, she can't mess this up.

𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦"

He had told her to to stay here and that he would be back, that was over an hour ago. Did he leave? Is he hurt? What if this was a way to humiliate her and see her as a loyal 𝘥𝘰𝘨. No, he's not like that, he's kind and just went to talk to his friends. Or his girlfriend... She hopes that's not the case, but it's possible. Through this past entire month (y/n) realized that she developed a crush on Rafe. She knows it's wrong, such a kind guy tries to be her friend and she's thinking impure thoughts about him. How could she not, he's so kind and shows so much affection for her.

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?" 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. (𝘠/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.

(Y/n) traced her lips and closed her eyes, not wanting the memory to leave just yet. Maybe he does like her, at least a little. Why would he invite her here? Maybe he wants liquid courage to tell her how he feels? Jolting out of her mind when she heard the sound of someone's laughter, his laughter. She quickly moves her head searching for him; not caring if she looks like a mad woman. When she finds him her black lipped smile fades, she saw him... with a girl... in his lap. She watch the scene before her, Rafe was laughing and whispering in a pretty brunettes ear. The brunette laughed hiding in his neck and seemingly kissed it. (Y/n) felt tears prick her eyes, threatening to run away with her black eye makeup. She left her spot becoming a blur of black as she tried to run out of the party apologizing to every person she ran into. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand...

(Y/n) laughed at the redheads joke; his name was... Conner? Brandon? Westly? She can't really remember, a little too drunk to think about it. This was the first party Rafe has ever taken her to. He told her that he will be right back, he had something to sell? She didn't know, but this handsome redhead walked up to her and offer her a drink. A touron, as Rafe would put it, the redhead had come with his family. He saw her and thought she was beautiful, even with her being covered in black from head to toe. She continued to giggle and talk to the guy happily, until she felt Rafe's arm lightly wrap around her neck. "What are you doing talking to my girl?"

She ran through the house the tears made true to the threats, her makeup now ruined. She runs into a random room, pacing as she tried to calm herself and stop the tears.

"Why would you do that Rafe?! You scared him off!" She pushed Rafe's arm off of her and looked away from him, arms crossed. The slither of his arms around her waist caused her cheeks to feel hot. Rafe lightly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him while his other had moved down to her hip. "You-you really don't understand what he was trying to do, but I-I do. I was protecting you and-and this is how you act?" All postive emotions wiped from his face, yet she could still get lost in his soft eyes.

A creak had come from the door had caused (y/n) to gasp. Her breathing stopped as tears continued to run down her face with her makeup. She turned to face the intruder of her heart breaking session, and it was the very person to break it. Before she could process what was happening, Rafe made quick strides to her and grabbed her face. His hands were warm and soft, looking into her red eyes seeing her messed up makeup. "What happened? Did someone say something mean to you?" How could she make him worry like this, how could she selfishly get upset with him. She was going off on her own just because of a probable misunderstanding. "I'm s-sorry I was a little overwhelmed and wanted a quiet place to rest..." She lied, she lied to him and she hopes he doesn't catch on. "Don't-don't lie to me (y/n), you know how-how much I hate lying." One of his hands slipped lower and stopped where her neck meets her shoulder. The sensation made her shiver, she knew she messed up by lying. Best to tell him the truth or things will escalate, like last time. "I... I saw you with a girl, she was sitting in your lap..." (y/n) closes her eyes ready to be laughed at. She knew it was ridiculous, she's acting like his girlfriend when they haven't been friends for more than 3 months. She really is crazy, because she was jealous she ran to cry for someone who she isn't even dating him. Before she could finish her self-deprecating thoughts she was pulled down onto Rafe's lap, when did he sit down? "There is that better? You gon-gonna stop crying now?" She did stop crying, but more so out of shock than being happy he 'completed her request.' She finally looks at him, really look at him, and she realized he's drunk. Or high but that didn't mattered, she felt like she was taking advantage of him. She had to get off of him, no matter how much she likes him she can't do this to him, but he wouldn't let go.

"She's so hot bro." The blonde commented as he looked at the lone girl dressed in black. "Come on Rafe, not only is she the sheriff's daughter but she's also must be an oddball. She's wearing all black in 80 degree weather!" Topper made his case and Kelce nodded along. Rafe looked at the girl, a million different things he could do to her raked his mind. Being the sheriff's daughter made it better. "Don't care she's gonna be mine and nothing is gonna change that." He got up, fixing his clothes and walked over to the girl a smirk plastered on his face.

She tries to get up, pushing his chest to move away from him. She can't make this worst, he's not himself and she's taking advantaged of his drunk state. But he wouldn't let go, his grip on her waist and hips growing tighter the more she moved. It almost hurts, "Rafe let go you're drunk!" She exclaimed, looking every which way to figure out how to leave his grip without hurting him. She wanted this but not like this; she wanted him to confess, go on some dates, and then maybe have this special moment alone. Not when they are at a party and when he's drunk or high. "Hey-Hey! Look at-at me, it's fine I've been wanting this since I saw you. I need you." He grabbed her face and pulled her closer to him, her chest pressed to his, lips only a centimeter apart.

"Are you really gonna try to do this Rafe?" Kelce questioned him as he took a line of coke. Sniffling the powder down him nose he looks at his friend. Is it really right to do such things to the girl he just met? "Yeah tonight she's gonna be mine whether she wants to or not."

Was he serious? Did he really mean what he's saying? He needs her? "Y-you don't mean that..." Whispering since she was so close, losing her voice with every breath she takes. Her thighs rest on either side of Rafe's waist caused everything to feel more intimate. Feeling his hand move from her hip to her inner thigh caused her breath to hitch, skirt riding up as she's shivering. Rafe looks down at her lips heavy breathing blowing on her face. "Yes I need you, I need you to be mine and only mine. Fuck-" He couldn't take it anymore, pulling her to his lips without asking her the important question. But does he really need to?

"Do you really like him (y/n)? Like it's Rafe..." Sarah had pulled the girl into her room not understanding what's going on with the two. Rafe had followed them listening in through the cracked door wanting to know the girls answer. "I... I don't know, maybe? Yes? He's so sweet and I can see myself being with him. But i don't think he likes me." She sighed pacing around the room. "Really? Rafe doesn't like you? He was just making bat shaped cookies with you!" (Y/n) makes a confused face. "Yea so?" Sarah looks at (y/n) like she's crazy. "IT'S MAY! HE DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT WITH WHEEZIE DURING HALLOWEEN!" Rafe walked away, a smile plastered on his face and idea left in his head.

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》 NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED — rafe cameron x reader

word count — 4.6k

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, NONCON + mentions of, slapping, choking, breaking and entering, victim blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, lmk if i’m missing any!!

summary — you always hear your next door neighbor arguing with his girlfriend. one night, things get loud and are too scary to ignore, so you call the cops. coming from a past abusive relationship yourself, your only intent was to help the girl you were sure was being abused too…but you could never have guessed how much the good deed would backfire…

a/n — had this idea for awhile, glad its finally done and i hope u guys enjoy!! if you like my work, please reblog & comment!!! if you’re feeling generous, consider supporting my ko-fi, if you’d like ofc. times are tough rn but ily guys <3 barely proofread btw

The sounds of raised voices bleeding through the walls of your apartment didn’t serve as a surprise to you. Focusing your eyes in on the oven clock in the nearby kitchen, you nodded to yourself. 6:30pm. That seemed about right - your next door neighbors were always going at it around this time…but not in the way you’d expect a young couple to be going at it.

You didn’t know much about the pair, only ever seen them in passing, but you knew they could never spend a full 24 hours in peace together. It was always the male’s voice sounding over the female’s, and you felt bad as you sat on the other side of the wall, listening to her night get ruined by a guy who seemed to be the epitome of obnoxious and overbearing.

It was particularly triggering for you, as you already had an instilled disdain for abusive men, having been through the wringer with your ex in the past. You couldn’t say for sure what went on on the other side of the wall, but you could pick out lots of similiarities between your neighbor and your ex just based on what arguments bled through the walls.

Things had definitely gotten heated in the next door apartment on many occasions, but tonight was different. The screaming you heard was louder than your TV, even after you turned it up twice. Your concern really started to spark when you heard what sounded like a crash, and then a loud bang directly on the wall separating your living rooms.

The crying that followed, and the way the man’s voice never let up prompted you to do something you hadn’t done before. 

The 911 operator was quick to take your call requesting a welfare check. Of course, you didn’t want to be that neighbor, so you made sure the police assured you that you wouldn’t be named as the complainant.

They arrived shortly after, and naturally, the commotion died down when the red and blue lights flooded the parking lot.

Lifting a blind with your finger, you watched through your window as the police spoke to the couple separately, offering you a much better look at each of them.

The girl displayed every sign of an abuse victim…every sign of the girl you used to be yourself, years ago.

Arms folded, hugging herself in consolation for the night she’d had; head hung low, no direct eye contact with the officer… 

Compared to her boyfriend who stood tall, hands on his hips and even a smile on his face as he spoke to the other officer. The two almost appeared to be having more of a casual conversation than an interrogation.

The girl seemed to be clutching her shoulder a lot, rubbing over it, and you briefly wondered if the loud noise you heard crashing into the wall was actually her…

You felt uneasy watching everything unfold, especially seeing how uncomfortable the girl looked standing outside, likely every eye in the neighborhood on her.

The cop eventually led her further away from her boyfriend, isolating her on the other side of a car where she was no longer in his line of view. He didn’t seem to like that, based on the look on his face, and the way his voice raised as he tried to peer around the officer, questioning where she was going, why she needed to move farther away. When your eyes darted back to the girl, it was apparent she’d started breaking down. Her sobs rang through your window, and you could only assume the added distance gave her the courage to finally tell the truth, to tell the cops what happened on the other side of the wall that led to you calling them in the first place.

Your heart broke for the girl; you’d been in that exact position before. Your neighbors called the cops on your ex on multiple occasions, and you remembered the pain in your chest as you tried to hold it together until you could get away from him long enough to explain your side of the story.

The officer led her back into the house, which only pissed her boyfriend off even more. He looked frustrated, panicked almost - especially when she came back out with a bag around her shoulder and some loose items in her arms.

“Where the hell’s she going?” He questioned aggressively, again trying to step past the officer who stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“The hell are you doing?!”

You watched the girl avoid eye contact, heading straight for one of the police cruisers instead.

You heard the officer explain to the angry man that in lieu of pressing charges against him, his girlfriend opted to just go stay with a family member for the night.

He cursed at that, annoyance evident as he ran both hands through his hair.

They came to rest on the back of his head, interlocking together as he looked up in frustration.

He’d craned his neck just enough for his eyes to latch onto yours through your window. The moment both gazes met, the man cocked his head to the side.

You scurried back from the window, heart racing as you sat with the fact that you’d clearly been caught spying on your neighbor.

At the same time though, your brain tried to convince you that he somehow hadn’t seen you, and you waited a good minute before daring to peek back through the blind again.

You froze when you looked down to find the stranger’s gaze still casted up at your window, and you saw his eyes linger on you for longer than you were comfortable with. But you didn’t back down this time…that’s what guys like him wanted, it’s what they counted on.

The uncomfortableness loitered around, even after the police lights faded out and the tall stranger eventually sauntered back into his own apartment, now presumably alone for the night.

…Just like you next door.

Sleep found you before your apartment was infiltrated later on that night, so you were completely oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and clicking shut. The footsteps traveling up the stairs and into your bedroom were missed by you too.

A series of soft breaths filled the air, growing louder the closer Rafe crept to your bed.

With a narrowed gaze, he stopped just short of you. He loomed over you, and thoughts darker than your pitch black room swirled around his mind as he eyed you down, studying your sleeping frame and your face.

Rafe had seen you a handful of times heading to your car, checking your mailbox; but never really got much of a good look at you. 

Now, he thought you looked rather peaceful as you slept; a total contrast to the shit starter he could only assume you to be.

He’d noted that you never seemed to have much company over; never seemed to go anywhere besides work, given the fact that you came and went at the same time each day. Clearly, your life was uneventful. No wonder you felt the need to pry into the business of someone you didn’t even know.

So intrusive…so what was wrong with intruding on you now?

His resentment continued to fester the longer he stared at you, until Rafe finally found himself lifting a hand to your nose. He pinched the cartilage, effectively cutting off your airway. His eyes never left you, clocking the first time your chest eventually couldn’t rise again, and you slowly started to stir awake, surely alarmed at the sudden inability to cycle air through your nose.

Your lips parted, chest rising again as you blinked your eyes open. It took you a second to make out the dark figure at your bedside, towering over you with a hand on your face.

As the moonlight bled through your blinds, you made out enough slivers of his face to recognize the man you’d basically called the cops on earlier that night.

The realization had you sucking in a deep breath through your mouth, ready to scream in hopes of someone hearing you and trying to help, the same way you’d tried to help your neighbor.

Now the source of the screams from the girl you’d pitied listening to night after night, had his hands on you.

The reprieve of inhaling through your nose again was short lived as his palm curled over your lips, muffling the hoarse screams you tried to let out.

“Don’t…don’t make a sound.” He pointedly hissed.

It had to be the calmest you’d ever heard the stranger sound, which chilled you.

Every last muscle was tense as the man leaned closer, his face now crowding your own.

Your heart sank, racing in your chest as anxiety and dread began to consume you.

Rafe could sense your fear building as he lowered himself down, a smirk materializing on his face when he felt you start to tremble slightly.

His eyes darted across your face now, revelling in the sight of your watery, wide eyes on him. His dick twitched in his pants, and he only removed his hand from your mouth when he started to speak again. It lingered around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin as if he was just waiting to clamp around it.

“Hi, neighbor,” his voice was low as he elongated the label; and eerily calm given the circumstances, “…don’t think we’re properly met yet…I’m Rafe. What’s your name?”

The way he posed the question so casually scared you. You breathing was picking up as you blinked up at him.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe dipped his fingers into the sides of your neck, applying a bit of pressure as a warning.

You breathlessly forced your name past your lips, and he repeated your name with a slow nod.

He hummed, “pretty. You moved in here…what, couple months ago?” He spoke tauntingly.

“How are you liking the place? Cause, we love it,” he stiffled an ingenuine chuckle before continuing, “not too close to downtown, but close enough to everything you need, y’know?”

You shook your head at the way he carried on such a normal conversation during such a heinous situation.

“How do you like it so far?” His hand still danced around your neck, and you swallowed hard at the looming threat.

“…It’s a little loud,” you finally said, insinuating that you’d heard his outbursts with his girlfriend already, so his friendly neighbor charade was unnecessary.

His laugh was louder this time, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Right…right. Yeah uh, sorry about the noise. My girlfriend gets pretty loud. Can’t say I blame her though…” his hips pressed down further into you for a second, “I make it hard to keep quiet.”

Feeling the stranger stiffen against your stomach had you cringing; his sick intentions were only getting harder to deny.

“S’funny, I never hear anything from your apartment, though…you gotta boyfriend?”

No, because you worried every guy you encountered would just be a watered down version of your ex, just waiting to show his true colors…like your neighbor.

You didn’t want to feed into his game.

“What are you doing in my house?” You tried to keep your voice firm, but it still wavered as you posed the question.

“Ooh,” he whistled, “sore subject, I guess. Newly single, I take it…makes sense.”

You didn’t want to go back and forth with him, but you couldn’t help but press, “…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tears were sliding down your face as the man above you carried on as if he were doing anything besides restraining you to your bed, after breaking into your home in the middle of the night.

“Makes sense why you’re sticking your nose in my business.”

You still weren’t following, but there was no time to linger on the confusion, because with that, the pleasant demeanor he feigned dropped. The man’s tone was more bitter when he spoke again.

“…Cause maybe if you were getting some regular dicking down, you wouldn’t be so concerned with somebody else’s fucking relationship.”

He spat the words at you, emphasis on the profanity as he seethed in your face.

You shook your head, feeling more desperate now as you started to piece things together.

“I’m not-,”

“Don’t shake your head,” he muttered, suddenly adding more pressure around your throat. “I know it was you who called the cops, alright?” He drawled.

He stared down at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.

Again, more pressure from his hand at your throat.

“Right?”

You brought both hands to his wrist now, feeling increasingly anxious the more he restricted your airway.

“I’m glad I did,” you managed to get out, struggle reinsued as the man smirked down at you, “because I know guys like you.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across his lips again.

“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, grip loosening just slightly on your throat as he chose to entertain your little spiel.

You struggled to nod in the firm hold.

“My ex was just like you; could only feel strong when he prayed on something weak.” He seemed to pout at your words.

“But he had no idea how strong I really was. And he ended up exactly where you’re gonna be one day: in jail.”

You felt accomplished in having gotten the risky words out, but you refused to go down without a fight like you used to.

Rafe only laughed though, amused by your boldness. 

“…Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

You strugged against him as he ripped your duvet back and climbed onto the bed, positioning a knee on either side of your frame. You tried to shove at his chest and his face, to flail your legs around; anything to deter the stranger from overpowering you in your own bed…but it was inevitable.

Your struggle only amused Rafe, who eventually did finally pull his hand back from your face.

But he flipped it around, and the backhand that immediately followed dizzied you beyond belief. You were too out of it to put up much of a fight when he almost immediately wrangled your wrists together with a single hand and pinned them above your head.

At the same time, Rafe was also fumbling with his belt, frantically trying to tear it off while you writhed around beneath him.

He was able to secure the leather around your wrists, teathering them to the headboard above your head.

With a frustrated groan, you unsuccessfully tried to tug your arms free. 

Though defeat seemed clear, you squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to deny the sick reality you were faced with.

“God,” Rafe left out a sigh as he examined his arms, clocking a scratch you’d managed to land on one of them.

“My girl learned a long time ago to just lie down and take it…and don’t get me wrong,” he threw his hands up at his sides with a shrug, finally able to use them with your arms restrained above your head and your lower body pinned beneath him, “I love it…”

He was sick. You were sure of it.

“…but something about the way you’re trying to fight back,”

Rafe’s eyes fell shut for a moment as he let out a low groan, cocking his head to the side.

“…You have me forgetting all about that dumb bitch.”

Rafe moved quickly, tearing your blouse down with such intent, it was hard to believe he’d never done this before. Though you now pitied yourself, you also felt even worse for the girl next door. If this man felt entitled enough to do something so vile to someone he didn’t even know, you couldn’t imagine what his possessiveness for his own girlfriend would lead him to do…

But you could definitely guess. Rafe clearly wasn’t too far off from your ex; you were sure he probably treated his girlfriend no better than you’d been treated in the past.

The thought had your chest tightening; you felt that same tinge of helplessness and defeat sinking in that you thought you’d long escaped from.

Slipping back into the familiar submissive state you used to live in with your ex, was inevitable.

Your eyes fell shut, all of your emotions suddenly becoming too much to bare.

Rafe grabbed your face roughly, hand tight on your jaw as he forced your attention back on him.

“Nosey ass bitch,” he spat, and you tried to sink further down into the mattress, wishing you could somehow just fall all the way through and escape the stranger’s wrath.

“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to mind your own business, yeah?” As Rafe said this, he pressed the entirety of his body weight down onto you, and you winced at the added strain to your breathing.

You thrashed and kicked around, but your neighbor was relentless.

Rafe’s anger only made him seem stronger, and he easily overpowered you, forcing you to lay there while he wrestled a hand around the waistband of your pajamas.

You couldn’t do much when Rafe ripped your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion. You couldn’t stop him from bringing his fingers to his mouth and wetting them to make it easier when he plunged two thick digits inside of you.

You immediately let out a pained cry at the intrusion, hips lifting from the bed as you squirmed around beneath him.

“Stop fucking moving,” he spat, gripping your inner thigh in a way you were sure would bruise as his two fingers curled and pulled down in your hole, forcing your hips back down, and your legs to spread for him.

Your struggle didn’t stop, despite the pain.

And neither did Rafe’s pursuit.

“I said hold still!”

A strong hand was suddenly at your throat, suppressing your airway and quieting your cries.

When you seemed to be scared into submission, Rafe released his grip on your throat in favor of your hip again.

“Calm down…I’m just bein’ fair,” he started, “you stuck your nose in my business, yeah?”

Readjusting so he was eye level with your glistening core now, Rafe’s pupils dialated as he stared down his target.

“Only fair I get to stick mine in yours, right?”

That was the only warning you got before Rafe’s tongue fully dipped into you, lapping away at your clit like a man starved as his fingers continued working inside of you.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at the abrupt overstimulation and discomfort.

Rafe’s hand snaked up to your stomach, pressing down and mounting you further into the mattress.

He drew his face back slightly, and you sighed in relief at the momentary retreat of his tongue.

“Did that boyfriend of yours ever go down on you?”

Icy blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs. His fingers didn’t stop, now scissoring inside of you as you squirmed and whimpered.

“I might smack my bitch around…but she takes it everytime.”

More tears spilled over, but Rafe’s rant seemed to empower him. He even sat up a little taller, ego being fed.

“She knows she’ll never have anyone better than me. No one can make her come like Ican.”

The cruel words set your mental healing back years, reminding you of the same harsh insults you ex used to taunt you with.

“…and what about you, huh?”

As he said this, Rafe curled the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot, smirking when your legs began to shake.

“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”

Your back arched against your will as his tongue found your clit again, relentless with its lashings as he hummed into your core.

Rafe continued this until your moans couldn’t be suppressed, and you were teetering on the edge of your release.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against your clit, eyes trained on you as his tongue moved more hastily now.

You let out a strangled cry as your high washed over you, unable to stop your legs from shaking and hips from bucking up.

Rafe finished you off, leaving you no choice but to let the band snap, your release dripping down right into the unfamiliar mouth.

The man licked you clean, pulling his fingers out and swiping around what arousal was leftover, coating your pulsating core.

His balls were heavy long before Rafe finished eating you out; dick rock hard when he finally sat up and repositioned himself in front of you.

The new position gave him better access to his pants, which he unfastened and dropped without a second though.

You watched as his cock sprang to life, slapping against his toned stomach, already leaking from the tip.

The sight had you squirming again; he was huge, and it only elicited more fear within you.

You were positive there was no way you could take such a large dick, no way the stranger could make himself inside of you.

Rafe propped himself up on his hands at your sides and lined his length up with your entrance in a haste.

He couldn’t hold off any longer, only rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds a couple of times before sliding into you abruptly.

His hard cock forced your walls to part for him, despite the way they tightened and screamed in protest.

You couldn’t help but let out your own scream, flares of pain shooting through you as your legs shook even more now.

Rafe’s hand was quick to slap over your mouth, muffling your sounds of distress and forcing your tears to roll around his palm.

The man quickly set a brutal pace, hips ramming down into yours unforgivingly.

The newfound pain between your legs was all you could focus on now; it rendered you unable to put up much of a fight anymore, feeling like you were literally being split in half.

“God you’re squeezing the fuck outta my cock already.” He sounded breathless, voice strained as he rutted into you, eyes rolling back and forth in his head.

“So…tell me,” Rafe eventually spoke up, words choppy as he lifted himself up onto just his knees, still fucking into you, “…your ex ever hit you while you were fucking?”

There was a different look in his eyes when he posed the question; they looked darker now, from what you could tell.

The question appalled you, and you’d just parted your lips to speak when your head suddenly whipped to the side in a violent manner.

The impact stunned you so much, it took you an embarassingly long time to register that you’d been slapped across the face.

Letting out a sob at the realization, you shrunk in on yourself as Rafe’s hips stalled for a second.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, eyes rolling back as the slap had you involuntarily clenching around him, “you like it, don’t you?”

His weight was transferred to his opposite hand and he struck the other side of your face next, shuddering when you clenched around him again.

“Squeezing my cock everytime I hit you.” He let out a chilling laugh, nodding to himself as embarassment washed over you.

“And here I almost bought your little ‘good samaritan’ act. But I see it now…”

Rafe scoffed, and you cried out at a particularly harsh thrust.

His lip curled inward as he drank in your reaction, “You like being roughed up, don’t you? You jealous of my girl? S’that what it is?”

He was taunting you, and you cursed yourself for your body’s response.

All you could do was whine and whimper and cry, pinned beneath your neighbor with no way of fighting back as he continued brutalizing your core.

“You wanna be my new girlfriend? Want it to be you with the fucked up shoulder next?” He grunted inbetween his words, “think that shit’s dislocated, yeah? I mean, you saw, right?”

His calm tone was menacing. You felt the hard length twitch inside of you as he spoke, almost as if he was getting off on thinking of such violent acts…

And he was.

Sneaking into your room with the intention of fucking you was moreso to level the playing field after you practically tried to get him arrested. You tried to take his girl away from him, to separate them, just like every other bad person in his life tried to do…

But there was pleasure in revenge, and Rafe was chasing it.

The more he thought about it, the more strength he exerted with each thrust, and the closer he got to his high that was building.

He had total control of you now, something Rafe craved in every aspect of his life. And the powerful feeling robbed him of any ability or desire to control himself…

A strong hand found its way to your throat again, clammy digits curling around the column and using the hold to drag your limp frame up and down his hard shaft on the mattress. Rafe couldn’t care less that you now struggled to breath under this new grip; he was simply focused on the way your perky tits bounced so beautifully beneath him.

The enticing sight had Rafe eagerly guiding his other hand to your chest, squeezing and fondling your tits.

When your nipples finally stood at attention, Rafe groaned, leaning down so his warm mouth could suction your sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he rotated his hand and mouth between each one, the pace of his hips never faltering in the slightest.

The assault seemed neverending, until the man’s momentum finally slowed briefly, and you thought, you hoped Rafe might be close to finishing.

But to your dismay, it seemed Rafe only stalled so he could slide an arm under your waist, lifting your body from the mattress and therefore allowing his cock to dig into you at increased depths.

“God…so fuckin’ tight, so wet…thought you didn’t want this though, hmm?”

You knew he was just trying to get to you; it was a routine you’d pushed to the back of your mind, but could never completely wipe from your memory.

You couldn’t say anything back as your whimpers and whines of protest filled the air.

After what felt like a lifetime, you started to register the way Rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier and less pointed, his grunts and groans getting louder as he assumably reached his peak.

It was confirmed when you heard him practically whimper himself, followed by the feeling of warm ropes of liquid shooting up into you. You could do nothing to stop him from spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls with the unwanted sticky substance.

By the time Rafe unsheathed his length, you couldn’t help but feel totally and utterly disgusted with yourself.

Though you were doomed from the start, never really standing a chance agajnst the bigger, stronger man; you couldn’t fend off the feelings of disappointment in yourself. Your body felt exhausted, and used. The ache between your legs only seemed to grow as you adjusted to the emptiness, quickly pressing your thighs together, trying to stop the unwanted pulsing of your clit.

You watched through tears as Rafe sat up straight, hovering over you as he fetched his belt from your headboard.

Your wrists were on fire when he tugged on the leather, freeing them from the painful constraints. You let your arms fall down at your sides, rubbing over the now irritated skin with your hands. 

You cringed at the sight of your shirt, now torn and in tatters as it hung loosely off your shoulders, ripped right down the middle.

The agressor was still straddling you, keeping you pinned beneath him as your body shook and your lip quivered.

The man acted like nothing out of the ordinary just happened as he manuevered his belt back around his waist, metal clanging together as he secured it in the front.

You couldn’t take your glossy eyes off of him, just staring up at the man who’d just violated you, digust and anguish evident on your face.

You flinched when Rafe cleared his throat, sinking further into the mattress when his gaze landed on you again.

“Better hope you didn’t fuck things up for me and my girl now,”

You could hear the animosity in his tone as Rafe spoke of the uncertain outcome.

A strong hand found your jaw, and yours immediately found the arm attached to it, nails threatening to dig into the flesh if he tried to take the action any further.

Rafe simply held your face firmly in place, pushing your head down into the mattress while his blue eyes darted all across your face.

“…cause if she doesn’t come back, I’ve got my replacement.”

naive girlfriend reader who spends her afternoons scrubbing the mud stains from rafe’s worn out north face jacket . not bothering to question why her boyfriend’s face is covered in a sickly red substance .. is that blood ?

don’t bother asking he won’t feed into your “delusions”

“baby i..i need you to listen to me and use that little brain of yours yeah? of course it isn’t blood don’t be dumb my girl’s supposed to be smart”

naive girlfriend reader who nods and quickly moves on — not wanting to anger her boyfriend .

“you missed a spot babe” he tells you after you’ve dried his jacket.

he points to the spot with the tip of his silver gun, before reloading the weapon and offering you a condescending smile .

naive girlfriend reader who would never leave rafe .. because it wasn’t blood right ?

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a/n

hii super short just testing out the waters ! again im rlly new to this but i want to try it out so give me lore ideas and PLEASE constructive criticism helps tons ! 🤎🐻