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Masterlist
Rafe Cameron
Series:
Tide Between Us
Saltwater Ruin
The Girl on the Beach
Series.
You arrive on the island and meet Sarah Cameron. The Pogues welcome you easily, but across the beach someone else notices you first â Rafe.
The first thing you notice about the island is the heat.
it clings to your skin like it owns you.
Your mom had called it a fresh start when she accepted the nursing job in the Outer Banks.
You called it moving somewhere you knew absolutely no one.
Until Sarah.
Saltwater Ruin
Everyone on the island warned you about Rafe Cameron.
No one warned you he'd decide you belonged to him.
You've just moved to the island with your mum, a nurse working long shifts at the hospital. New house. New town. New rumours.
And one name everyone seems to say with the same uneasy look.
Rafe Cameron.
One
Final Decision
Series
Part Thirty-Four Here
Sometimes survival isn't about escaping. It's about choosing the ending that hurts the least.
Running stopped feeling like freedom a long time ago.
It felt like exhaustion.
Like borrowed time.
rough hands, soft chains [masterlist] r.cameron
[warnings] dark!rancher!rafe x bimbo!cowgirl!reader, arranged marriage, rancher au, manipulation, size difference, DUBCON/NONCON, virgin!reader, rafe is HUGE, breeding kink READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+
Summary: In which your dying father struck a deal with Ward Cameron, he promised the family land in exchange for your safety. But protection comes with a price, and that price is Rafe Cameron.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Epilogue
Extras:
chapter 3 ending: reader's pov
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all of my writing explores dark themes such as non-consent, dubious-consent, and a/b/o subjects. if any of this offends you, this has been your warning!
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ă LEAVING TONIGHT â rafe cameron x reader
{ part 2 }
word count â 5.7k
warnings â MDNI, dark!rafe (heâs very much unhinged in this one), reader can be kook or pogue tbh, abusive relationship/DV + mentions of, no actual smut but mentions of, swearing, confinement, restraints, kidnapping (?? could be considered ig), drug use + mentions of, victim blaming, lmk if iâm missing anything!
summary â based off of this ask! ty for the request and for saving me from this writerâs block đđ
a/n â OKKK MISSED U GUYS SM. iâve been struggling w writing lately and just in general tbh LMAO so i would be extra appreciative (if thats even possible) for any feedback and love on this one <3 anyway this is my 500th post đ€ didnât expect it to be this long but here we are!! leaving tonight by the neighbourhood is a good one to listen to while u read btw! ty to everyone who sent requests yesterday, iâll be getting to them! happy thanksgiving loves đ€đ€
BROTHER BSF!RAFE
pairing - kelce's sister x hockey!rafe
Òă lucky strike âneed your confession (+18) âËââË ââread between the lines âËâwake up in the mornin' and to your smell (+18) âËâin the alley, in the back, in the center of this room (+18) âË ââË some fights you're never gon' win, just keep your eyes off him (+18)ââË want your two hands on me like my life needs savin' (+18)ââË is it cool if i hold your hand?ââË it's my right to be hellish (+18) ââgimme a blonde that's six feet twoââËpleasure's a place only we know (+18) ââË break my heart and start a fire (+18)
ÂĄ!shorter worksÂĄ! - â the families (+18)ââ safest in your arms âËâsoft skin & i perfumed it for ya (+18) âËâgood ol' nights ââ overachieverââ er visits ââ breakfast in bed (+18) ââ fogged windows (+18)Ëâ halloweenË (+18)âanxiety ââ warm me up buttercup ââ twins beds (+18) Ëââfirst christmasââ date night (+18)
Where You Were Always Meant to End Up
Series
Part Thirty-Three Here
He didn't need to chase her forever. She was always his ending.
You don't move.
You just stand there, frozen in the doorway, staring at him like your body has forgotten how to respond to danger.
When The Partyâs Over Masterlist (Rafe Cameron x Reader)
summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, youâre finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk awayâŠespecially when he refuses to let you.
â„ Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, forbidden relationship, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, loss of virginity, forced pregnancy, innocent reader, Heyward!reader, dad!Rafe
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He Was Always Coming
Series
Part Thirty-Two Here
Freedom was fragile. And he was never far away.
Three weeks pass, but time doesn't soften anything.
It sharpens it.
Every morning you wake with your heart already racing, hand pressed to your chest as if you can physically hold it still. You check the locks before you even brush your teeth. Twice. Sometimes three times. You peer through the blinds before stepping outside, scanning the street like you're looking for something already there.
The Week Everything Unravels
Series
Part Thirty-One Here
Safety shatters in a single moment, because monsters don't stay gone.
Monday
The morning starts with the clatter of the old radiator in your apartment waking you up. You sit up slowly, brushing a hand over your bump. Small, but definetly there now, rounding out beneath your shirt. You still aren't used to the sight of it, the reality of it. But you no longer feel the stabbing panic you did six weeks ago. Just, a softer ache.
Six Weeks of Quiet
Series
Part Thirty Here
Healing is slow. But for the first time, it feels possible. Sixs weeks since she ran and sheâs starting to become someone she almost recognises.
Six weeks.Â
Six whole weeks since you stepped off that ferry shaking and terrified. Six weeks since you shoved your old phone in the bottom of your bag like it might explode. Six weeks since you let yourself hope that maybe, just maybe, life could belong to you again.
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WHEN THE SILENCE ENDS
firefighter!rafe cameron x female!reader
strangers/friends/lovers
social media au, 18+ mdni
summary: You and your 6 year old son, Jamie, just moved to Outer Banks, North Carolina looking for a quieter life- at least thatâs what you tell everyone. The truth? Youâre running. As far and as fast as you can so you try to blend in with the locals, really make this place a true home for your son who barely speaks a word these days. On top of constantly looking over your shoulder and a full time job, the house you moved into is a fixer upper and needs all the work it can get. But when Jamieâs first grade teacher, Mrs. Routledge, holds a career day, things start to change. Jamie becomes obsessed with fire trucks and firemen, specifically a certain fireman whose name is Rafe Cameron. And it just so happens that Mr. Cameron is a jack of all trades and uses every single one to break down your walls.
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KINKTOBERâS ONLY FIC⊠STALKER!SERIALKILLER!RAFE
WARNINGS (!) : mention of murder, axe as a murder weapon, allusion to blood, HEAVY SMUT, p in v, breast play, creampie, blood being mentioned/described during sex, brief description of oral (just the beginning), rough handling, implying of stalking, implying of future murder, dom!rafe
WORD COUNT : 2.5K
Blood dripped off his fingertips, collecting in a puddle of water, dying the murky water deep red. Rain soaked his face and hands of the red, but the stains on his clothes donât go anywhere. White button up shirt splattered, trouser cuffs dipped in the liquid.
âNice outfit,â you giggled, wiping a wet piece of hair from your forehead.
The man in front of you chuckled, though the smile didnât quite reach his eyes. He twirled the axe in his hand, letting the metal tip be rinsed of the âbloodâ. âThanks,â he said in return, voice low and smooth like silk.
In comparison to him, your outfit wasnât very scary. In fact, a bumblebee against what you believed was Patrick Bateman was like a childâs outfit. And heâd really gone for it too- red paint everywhere, even dying his clothes. Although it was a shame the rain was wiping all that hard work off now.
The drops hit against your fake antennae, so they sagged; nothing like the bright smile you wore. âIâm Y/n,â you chirped, introducing yourself to the stranger youâd happened across.
The Halloween block party had cleared out- you hadnât really known when. Youâd disappeared into a house to use their bathroom, and when you came out most of the area was quiet- but the next road along could be heard against the rain and quietness of the one you stood on.
Now it was just you and-
âRafe,â he introduced in return, extending his hand- washed of the painted blood now. You laughed, finding the gentlemanly act rather endearing, so shook his hand despite the uncommonality.
âNice to meet you, Rafe.â
âYou too.â His words were accompanied with a smirk, dangerously seductive even though his hair was wet, and his outfit ruined. He still looked all too charming.
âThis place really cleared out, huh?â You muse, glancing down the empty roads. The house lights were on, and doors locked whereas theyâd previously been opened, so you figured everyone had retreated indoors because of the rain.
Bummers.
The other roads were still lively- at least they knew how to party.
âYeah..yeah it did..â Rafe agrees, following your gaze as it flitters around. âGuess they must have got scared.â
âScared?â You echo. âWhat of- the rain?â It all sounds so amusing to you that another giggle escapes between your lips.
His lips twitch into yet another half-smile, though this time his eyes look piercing- dark, even. âRain..Halloweenâs sâposed to be a terrifying time yâknow,â he says, shifting his weight from one foot to the next, axe swinging beside him.
âWell I guess so..but I dunno, someone probably started a rumour to scare all the kids.â
âYeah,â he snorts. âSomething dumb like a ghost going around..â
âOh! Like ghost face!â You excitedly make the link, laughing at the matter of it all.
âYeah..a serial killer..â Rafe says, smiling at you. âFunny, huh?â
âRidiculous, more like,â you say, legs beginning to get shivers across them with your skirt being so short. Your arms are prickled too, up to your neck.
Rafe tilts his head at you, curiously. Then nods back to the noise. âYou gonna go over?â
âUhh..â you take in your own state. Wet, and cold. âProbably not. Itâs kinda cold..â
âBetter get home then..â he gestures vaguely down the road, leading out to the wider network of big houses across kildareâs richer side.
âYeah..better..â you murmured, shifting your weight across your feet. Your hair clung to your neck, and as you stepped forwards your boots splashed in a shallow puddle of water. âWell..bye Rafe,â you called over your shoulder.
âBye y/n,â he smiled, half-waving.
Youâd walked along the pavement, boots clicking against the stone, for quite a few minutes now. All the houses were separated by perfectly manicured hedges, and you were yet to stumble across your own.
The breeze brushed the back of your neck, pricking up more hairs. But when the chill ran down you..it felt more than just wind.
It felt like a pair of eyes.
Flicking up and down you.
Someone whispering on the back of your neck andâ
âRafe?â You called out once youâd stopped, eyes focusing through the rain on the man in a drenched suit, walking a little behind you.
His head lifted. Blue eyes met yours.
âY/N,â he smiled.
âRafe- are you- why are you..?â
âIâm not following you,â he chuckled, strange gleam in his eye. âFigured Iâd go home too, yâknow?â
In a few easy strides, heâs already alongside you, forcing you to take up walking again just to keep up. âOh..didnât know you lived this way,â you mused, tilting your head curiously up at him.
âHm, well I do,â he murmurs.
The walk down the pavement had turned from a little gap, to shoulders brushing, to persistent teasing, to nudges, to full on pushes. Laughter echoing, and giggles bursting out of you as you nearly slip across stone in your attempts to get away from Rafeâs antics. Blood red paint was smeared across your stomach. Over your arms, rain washing it away, and Rafe lathering more. All until you reached your front door, panting and still giggling softly.
âYou gonna go in?â He asked, stepping back slightly. His hair was tousled, now, his outfit even more of a mess. âUhh..â you sighed out, turning your head to see your parentâs house. You wiped away stuck hair to your face, and then looked back to Rafe. âYeah- yeah.â
âAlright,â he said slowly, but the way his eyes lowered seemed like he knew something you didnât. Something youâd find out soon enough though.
âAlright,â you echo, chest heaving as you trudge up the path to your house.
His hands can be felt all over your body. The paint is evidence enough even as it washes off your skin, and despite yourself you find yourself wanting moreâŠ
âHey Y/N?â He calls out, stopping you in your already slow movements.
âYeah?â You ask, cautious, peering over your shoulder.
âAnyone in there?â He points to the house.
You shake your head.
Your back hit the front door, hard enough to have your fake antennas slipping down your face. Rafe had discarded the axe in the corner, and now his hands were gripping your hips. At first he pushed them into the door, red fingertips over your latex skirt, then he lifted them up, spinning you around and letting you both stumble back further into the wide landing of the house.
His mouth was bruising against yours. Fierce, and sloppy. All teeth and tongue, like he might be trying to devour you. But it was unmistakably the best make out of your life, his hand moving to cover under the curve of your ass, as his other hand moved to grip your hair. He pulled, harsh, and you hardly had time to gasp before it turned into a moan when his lips latched onto your neck.
You didnât make it up all the stairs. Only halfway up, until youâd both stumbled at the mid-way point on the large gap between the flights. Your back arched against the railing, both hands dug into Rafeâs shoulder blades. He, meanwhile, had one hand braced on the railing beside you, and the other pressed into your side.
Kissing down your chest, he was doing everything at once. His fingers were working at the skirt, finding the zip with so much ease youâd wondered if heâd been studying it beforehand. Maybe he had. It tugged down with what should have been difficulty, but was just brutish ease with Rafe. The latex dragged over the plush of your thighs, and fell to your ankles, leaving you in the black lace underneath.
Then he grinded himself against you. Tight bulge against your aching, clothed hole. Slow, deliberate, torturing.
And you were grappling with his zip.
His hands roamed over your ass, fingers squeezing every now and again and slipping under the lace. Then tugging, and letting the fabric snap back against your skin with a sharp thwack!
Growing tired with your fumbling of the zipper, Rafeâs hand leaves your thigh to wrench yours from his trousers, and he undoes it himself.
You donât have time to look down, or to see him adjust himself before you feel it.
The length of him, the thickness, pushed into you. The blinding pain- pleasure- coursing through you as you stretch around him, forced against the railing, but his body flush against yours.
He grins at your face- frozen in the mingling emotion. Then, almost sadistically, he pulls out inch by inch, leaving you soaked and wanting- craving- more.
And heâs not reluctant to give.
Heâs moving into you, and out, brutally. His tip hitting the top of your cervix again, and again, itâs bound to be bruised. Your thighâs hitched over his hip, back arched over the railing, head thrown back.
Rafe loves it.
Heâs imagined this a few ways. Heâs imagined it in more public places, more intimate places- he didnât quite picture this. He never pictured having you in his hands on a staircase, but..
Well, he wasnât complaining.
âFuck,â he groaned. âYouâre as tight as I thought,â he mutters, consuming your lips once more in his.
âHm?â You whimper, unsure if you heard that right. But between his grunts and your moans you donât have time to register much- you probably heard it wrong anyways.
He hits that same spot again, and it has you leaning even further back over the wooden beam, top riding up just below the edges of your bra. Rafe hooks your leg comfortably around his hip so his hand can leave the underside of your thigh, then it moves to the tank top, and pulls it up. His fingers find the clasp, and undo it, pulling the bra off which you hardly register until the piece of clothing is pulled off you and thrown somewhere down the steps.
Now this sight he enjoys.
The look of your chest bared out to him as you bend over backwards on the railing, perfect for his hands to roll over and cup. His lips find your stomach, as far as he can dip his head down while still moving inside you. Then they travel up. In between your breasts and then across, over the peaks, until heâs taken one into his mouth just because he can, while his other hand moves to grab your other breast, remnants of red paint smearing all over it like a brand.
Your moans echo through the landing, wildly gripping at the buzzed hair, and then falling for his neck instead.
Thank God for the empty house.
If anyone saw this, theyâd be positively scarred. You were a trembling mess, bending entirely over the railing like you might fall over any second. But Rafe was relentless in pace, and the way his tongue moved over your nipples and his hands roamed your body.
Itâs like he was chasing you as your body arched away from him.
âRafe- oh my!â You gasped as your pleasure built, and he begun to kiss up your neck. He made no move of slowing, if anything picking up as you neared your edge. The rail dug into your back, and it nearly hurt, but you registered nothing but your blinding pleasure.
It came shattering around you. He was still snug inside your hole, still moving, even as you trembled and whimpered. âJust a couple more,â he murmured, still thrusting in and out until finally he was spilling inside you.
You gasped at the hotness filling inside you, and then the sudden loss of his length. But as you tried to recover, pulling yourself straight over the rail, Rafe grinned wolfishly, then let his fingers glide down between your bare chest, to your stomach, then inside you again, stuffing the leaking cum back in.
âFuckinâ gorgeous,â he muttered, pulling his face back just to see you properly. âFucked dumb in just one round,â he says lowly, almost amused.
He didnât give you time to shimmy your skirt back up, or pull your top down. No, heâd spent too long watching you from afar, that Rafe couldnât resist this sight up close. He wouldnât even let you walk up the remainder of the steps.
Instead, he pulled you down by your hips so you were sat on the step. âRafe what are you-â you asked, breathless, but going down willingly.
âHavinâ fun- trust me?â He looked up at you as he sunk down too, hands finding your knees. You nodded, stupidly. âThatâs a mistake,â he mutters.
âA mistake?â You echo, letting your thighs part when he pushes them.
Rafe looks down at your pussy, slick with his and yours cum, glistening. âYeah..you never should have let me in your house,â he mumbles, but with the words spoke against your swollen clit, you donât even hear.
Youâre marked in red, and still trembling against the steps. Rafeâs bodyâs in between your legs and he kisses up your sensitive skin, hands worshipping your bare thighs. He sucks against your collarbone, and up your throat until heâs hovering over your lips.
âYour parents gonna be home anytime soon?â Rafe rasps, gripping your chin a little harshly as your headâs fallen back. Dumbed out, you simply shake your head, mouth parting ever so slightly alongside your breathlessness. âGood..thatâs good..Iâll deal with âem when they do come back,â he mutters, more to himself, and kisses you roughly when you open your mouth to question what that means.
âGet yourself cleaned up, hm?â He coos, moving down and out of betwee your thighs, pressing a lingering kiss to your stomach, dangerously close to the spot that has you arching your back into him.
âWhere are youââ
âJust..gonna take care of somethinâ first- Iâll be back though so make sure to unlock that door,â he grins, then hurries down the steps.
Rafe grabs the axe by the front door on his way out, and his shoes splash into the rain that hasnât yet subsided. He can taste both you and the blood he got smeared over you on his tongue, and it only makes him walk faster- crave more.
You just about make it up the stairs, your skirt now in your hands, and your underwear uncomfortable with how wet you are. But you decide to shower, turning the TV on to the news while you undress.
The woman on the screen is solemn, and draws your attention-
âJust now three bodies were found of teenagers near a neighbourhood in Kildare, North Carolina. The killer is unknown, and many of the others heard the screams and fled the scene so law enforcement is encouraging all people nearby to stay indoors while the killer could potentially be at largeâŠâ
The Quiet After the Storm
Series
Part Twenty Nine Here
The bus ride from the ferry terminal is long and silent, the kind of silence that feels heavy enough to crush your chest. Every time the driver breaks too sharply or a stranger glances your way, you flinch. You keep your hood up, hands burried deep in your sleeves, eyes fixed on the window as the unfamilliar landscape rolls past.
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Summary: All you had wanted was for your life to go back to normal after the disaster that was your college experience. Freshly graduated and trying to figure out how to start your life over in your hometown seemed like a great idea at the time, but everything is not what it seems when you return. A serial killer is on the loose and all evidence points to you. Who killed your ex-boyfriend? Who killed your former best friend? Well, thatâs for you to figure out before itâs too lateâŠ
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader/ Past!Topper Thornton x Reader
Warnings: Murder, violence, harsh language, dark themes, angst (updating as the story progresses)
AN: This is my first written series, so please be nice!!! Theories are welcome!!
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