#dark!rafe cameron

[hydrangel1c]

seeing people get mad about dark rafe and aerion fics is lowk funny because like babes... that's canon rafe and aerion... they're psychotic rich assholes in need of therapy

I think I need to go to theraphy with them lol

and yuh, the haters should suck it!!! get mad somewhere else, cuz these men ain't moral at allll

[hydrangel1c]

stepbro!rafe throat-training you with his fingers ouhhh

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑻

꒰ 𝒟ARK 𝒞ONTENT, 𝙈𝙉𝘿𝙄 ꒱

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Thaaat's it, takin' it so well, baby", Rafe grunts, dragging out each syllable with pure satisfaction. He can see his own darkened vision in your tears.

Your chin is covered in spit and tears, as your step-brother's fingers are fucking your throat.

You would attempt to push his wrist away, but that is only going to earn you a sharp thrust and another bruise in the back of your throat.

"This is where gettin' smart with me gets you, sweet girl", he mumbles, as he bends his head to lick at the tears on your cheek and chin. You whine, and you feel his thick bulge twitching against your clothed cunt.

"Feel that, baby? That's why I gotta prep you beforehand. Don't wanna hurt you too bad."

You try to pull your face backwards, but his hand that is fisted in the hair on the back of your head tightens its grip.

"Stay still", Rafe growls, "or I'll fuck your cunt first, not that stupid mouth."

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @essraxi @dabishou @urfavlocalgirly @venigrantrogers @jennifrchck

[drewstarkeysummer]

dark!rafe x maid reader pt 3

blurb: it’s been a few days since what rafe did to you last, and well he always comes back.

warnings: 18+ (nsfw) • plan b mentioned • sub!rafe • overstimulation • lying • riding • angst • mentions of depression • c0ke • p in v • p eating • rafe seeing no wrong in his actions obviously. • car sex • a tiny confession from rafe •

words: 5.8k

author’s note: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON PARTS 1 & 2 🫶 unfortunately after chapter 4 comes out i will be capping it, but ill make it worth yall’s wait trust! maybe 7k-8k words…👀 we’ll see… i can’t lie this has to be my favorite book so far of this series so i hope you all love it just as much as i did !!

“now get up, you got work to do.” he scoffs, laughing as he walks out the room.

you couldn’t even get words out. how could he genuinely violate you so far? you just sat there in a ball trying to build up the courage to get up, it takes you a while but you’re finally up. looking around for your bra and underwear, you tug your shirt and shorts on before leaving rafe’s room, you still had to work, but the idea of even seeing rafe right now makes your stomach hurt, so you sneak into the bathroom to call rose and tell her you’re feeling sick and she excuses you to go home early and offers to still pay you.

you tip toe out the house so rafe doesn’t see you, and when you're sure he doesn’t you run to your car slamming the door before locking yourself in there, all you can do is sit there and cry. rafe really ruined your life and he didn’t care, you tried sticking up for yourself and he. didn’t. care.

you felt so trapped, you couldn’t quit because now you know if you are pregnant you’re gonna need money. and if you told your parents they’d absolutely freak out, you simply were out of options. but you knew you had to lock in, it had only been a few hours so you had one option and one option only.

go get a plan b, you get to looking on your phone searching every shop around you that has plan b and the second you find a shop your off and on the road, hell you might be driving above the speed limit right now but you know it’s reasonable to why you are.

first store you went to, had none.

second store you went to, had none.

you were speeding around all of kildare for a plan b, you’d think they’d be stocked up here in the rich part but clearly the kooks got to them first.

third store you went to, had none until tomorrow.

you started to lose hope, running low on gas but you knew this had to be done. fourth and final store.

you run in there, already memorizing where the aisle of plan b is and when you get there behold there’s one left. you shout in happiness as you grab it rushing to get to the front of the store, but of course nothing can work out properly for you.

rafe walks in, you hide behind an aisle your heart pounding out of your chest as you hear him greet the cashier before walking deeper into the store. it’s like he was following you or something, you watch him walk to an aisle and that’s when you know it’s your signal to go.

you pace fastly to the register, placing the cash down telling them you don’t even need the change back, you scram to your car before ripping the packaging open you breath heavily as you see the tiny pill in front of you— grabbing a water bottle left in your car as you open it placing the pill in your mouth before swallowing it down with the rest of your water.

a sense of relief washes over you, you lean back into your seat as you now feel like you’re gonna be ok.you decide to just go home and let your body relax, you pull out of the parking lot, you finally had a full day to yourself. both of your parents were at work also so you had the house to yourself, everything was working out truly in your favor.

as you got closer to home you drove on the streets, but that was stopped as you saw red and black flashing lights behind you, you sighed as you pulled over— so much for a relaxing day off.

you roll your window down as the cop gets closer to your car, you wondered what now.

“good afternoon ma’am, it seems to appear your driving with an expired registration tag. “ the officer mutters, “oh my gosh i’m so sorry, i have it i just haven’t put it on. sorry been super busy with work. “ you say softly, not trying to get introuble with the officer.

“well i see, but you need to make sure it’s on right away so we can avoid things like this. may i see license and vehicle registration?”

“yes, let me grab it right here-“ you say as you open your wallet, but your license appears to be gone and your new registration sticker is gone too, you know you didn’t take them out.

“um, so it looks like i misplaced them. i’m sorry i genuinely don’t know.” you mutter, the irritation in the officers face starting to rise as you start scramming around your car looking for them both.

“ma’am. well if you can’t find them i’m gonna have to give you a ticket. “ the officer says sternly, this is exactly what you fucking needed. “wait no officer i promise i have them it’s just-“

“ah rafe cameron! how have you been boy?” the officer chuckles, your heart drops. why is rafe here. you slowly sink into your seat, terrified as all the memories start to flood back into your head.

“i’ve been great officer, how are you doing?” they engage back and forth, you breathe in and out slowly as he gets closer to the car. as he gets to your car, he looks inside staring at you menacingly before looking back at the officer

“this is my girlfriend, she accidentally left her stuff at my house. silly girl isn’t she.” he says as he pulls out your license, registration sticker & your regular id. you're floored as you see him give all 3 of them to the officer, he gives you that menacing look that brings chills down your spine. you were terrified of him.

“ah I see, you came at the perfect time. you’re a great boyfriend. young lady you’ve got yourself a great man” the officer says thrilled, you nod awkwardly never feeling so uncomfortable in your life.

“well i’ll let you kids get to it, remember to put that sticker on!”

“don’t worry officer, I won’t let her forget anything anymore.” he says coldly, watching the officer get back in his car pulling off before getting into your passenger seat.

you're terrified, you can’t even believe what’s going on right now. how’d rafe find you again.

“mhm, shouldn’t you be at work right now.” he scolds, you don’t even look at him. the level of fear racing through you. “i-i told rose i didn’t feel good.” you mutter, he licks his lips before gripping your throat, holding you back into the seat.

“you ungrateful slut, don’t you realize i did this all for you?” he barks, you try to push up from his grip but once again it does nothing. he’s too strong, “i don’t know what you’re talking about rafe.” you say trying to act clueless.

“then why is there a plan b in your car? you think i’m stupid, i seen you in the store. i just let you think you got away.” your stomach sinks as you forgot that the trash was still in there, and that you failed. you didn’t even know that rafe seen you, and more importantly how he knew you were there.

but you just sit there. silent as tears start to fill your eyes, you were just so trapped. every time you found a solution to a problem. he was always at the scene of the crime ruining it.

“are you gonna answer or do i have to remind you who i am again?” he growled, you were just so weak against him. you felt like you couldn’t have any control, every strip of it he took.

“i did what i had to do, you’re a evil person rafe. i don’t want anything to do with you. “ you mumbled, his hand still gripping around your throat, he looks at you with the pure look of hatred in your eyes. and you'll never know why.

“you forget that i can do that to you as many times as i want, and no matter who you tell, and what you did no one will ever believe you. still that same trashy girl from the cut. i did you a favor by fucking you, i did it for you. without me you're nothing.” his grip around your throat comes down, only looking at your dried tears, the look in his eye u can’t even explain it. it’s terrifying.

he slams your car door before going back to his own, you just sit there shaking. you can’t believe it’s gotten to this point, he drives away as you sit in your car just bawling. you hated him, and you couldn’t even seem to get away from him.

you feel around your neck and it stings, his grip being so tight that it left a mark. a mark this time.

you spent the next few hours in your car crying, it was getting late so you finally drove back home. your parents weren’t even home yet, you couldn’t let them see you like this.

as you hit the bed all you can do is curl up, you feel so dirty. not even a shower can help this feeling. you were basically branded by rafe cameron. you didn’t even know if the pill would work, but it was worth a try.

for the next couple days you sat in your bed, barely eating and taking proper care of yourself. telling rose and your country club job that you came down with a stomach bug, and of course under protocol you can’t go to work under measures like that so they had no problem telling you to stay home.

everyday the memory plays back in your head, you feel used and abused. you don’t even want to see rafe anymore, he proved you right about what everyone thought of him, he was a sick man who got everything he wants. and he finally got you in the worst way possible.

you’d never be the same.

at the cameron household it wasn’t any better, ward barely being there and if he was he’s packing up leave again. rose sitting around as a drunk by stander doing absolutely nothing, sarah leaving to go be with the pogues and of course wheezie was just wheezie.

truth be told rafe never felt like he had a family, and it’s exactly why he decided to do more things his way. he hated to depend on anyone else, he’d deal with the consequences of his own actions later but dealing with someone else’s consequences? he’d rather not.

“rafe what did you do! the housekeeper hasn’t been back in almost a week!” rose slurs drunkly, she was always drunk nothing out of the ordinary. but she was really fucking annoying when she drank.

“i didn’t do shit, why are you blaming me?”

“because everything that happens is always your fault rafe. sarah’s gone because of you and now wards fucken gone!” she barks, all rafe can do is roll his eyes at har. he’s always the excuse for all the fuck ups and yeah maybe this time it was his fault but why would he admit it? its none of roses fucking business.

but his thoughts are quickly interrupted by a glass being thrown at him, thankfully he dodged it because it wasn’t the first time rose was trying to throw shit at him. he looks at the glass on the floor, chuckling as rose looks at him with pure hatred in her eyes.

“ha, you missed.” he mutters before walking away, this family was so fucked up and really he couldn’t care to acknowledge it. and they can’t say this all happened out of no where, they didn’t try to get him help at all, even with the multiple times he told ward.

so they can’t be surprised at how he is now, it’s all their fault if we’re being honest.

he heads back to his room slamming the door behind him, he’s irritated so of course he knows the one thing that could calm him down. coke. his gateway drug, no one could take it from him. it calms him down instantly.

and since you weren’t there to take his stress out on, coke was the option.

he grabs a tiny baggy from his drawer, drawing up lines with his credit card before putting his nose to the drawer snorting them one at a time. the high instantly getting him as his muscles twitch, pinching his nose to feel it more as he licks the rest off his credit card.

laying down on his bed, his pupils dilating as his thoughts scramble. he thinks about everything, his friends, his family, himself, but the main topic that can get out of his head is you. he doesn’t understand why you’re mad at him, he knows he did what was best for you.

if you were pregnant with his baby you wouldn’t have to work again, hell you wouldn’t even know the word “job”. it was so stupid how the one chance he used to try to get you out of poverty you wasted it. and he didn’t know when his next opportunity to do it again would be, so in reality you fucked yourself when he was trying to help you.

he sees how scared you are of him and of course it’s nothing out of the ordinary, he likes when people are scared of him. it shows his power and the respect behind him, because he knows if someone crossed him he’d kill them. literally.

but when it comes to you he just wants you to understand where he’s coming from, he’d never been really good at communicating his feelings anymore but when he felt in the mood to communicate he definitely could.

he knew you wouldn’t just meet up with him, you already said you hated him so that was a lost cause. but he knew you wouldn’t say no to talking with sarah, so he had a plan.

he digs through his drawer looking for a burner phone, he had plenty so he knew he was set. he knew your number by heart, u never gave it to him but he knows his way around things. also explains how he had your licenses.

he types your number into the phone, typing a message making it seem like sarah sent it— he didn’t know how sarah typed of course so he had to go off by memory.

heyy, it’s me sarah. i’m just texting you to check up on you because you haven’t been here in a few days, i was wondering if we could meet up somewhere and catch up? maybe later tonight?

not even thinking twice before sending it. he watches as the delivered button appear, sighing before dropping the phone to the bed, coke still running through his veins while he drifts in and out of consciousness. he hoped this worked, all he had to do was explain himself one last time. and that was it.

he palmed over his slacks just at the thought of you, fuck you were just so irresistible. rafe didn’t really care about any of those other girls when he had you. his feelings were super complex about it, but he knew no soul would ever know.

you wake up from your 2nd nap of the day, your rooms pitch dark with only a tiny bit of sunlight peeking in— you feel like crap, you haven’t even been taking proper care of yourself and part of you feels stupid for letting rafe of all people make you feel like this, and the other part of you sympathizes with yourself. you feel beat down.

you look around for your phone to check the time, rummaging through your blankets before finishing it hidden deep inside your blanket, you sit up stretching as you turn your screen on seeing that you got a message from an unknown caller.

it was from sarah, you never had her number so you couldn’t confirm if it was her or not but she said it was her so, why not go with it.

S: heyy, it’s me sarah. i’m just texting you to check up on you because you haven’t been here in a few days, i was wondering if we could meet up somewhere and catch up? maybe later tonight?

you stared at her text, maybe you could tell her about rafe and finally get some sort of justice for yourself. rubbing your eyes as the light of the phone hurts your eyes, you wait a few seconds before texting back although she texted you a few hours ago.

hi sarah, yeah of course i’ll meet up with you. thanks for checking up on me. it means a lot :)

you sent, the read button automatically coming up before she’s typing again.

S: perfect, meet me at the beach ill wait for you in the parking lot so we could walk there together.

sounds good, i’ll be there in a few let me just get ready first.

she likes the message with a thumbs up, closing the chat as you stare at your blank screen.

you felt that pit in your stomach start to go away, you were finally gonna have someone to talk to. a friend.

you get the confidence to get out of bed, heading to the shower to rise off how you’ve been feeling. as soon as the water hits your skin you groan, letting the water run down your whole body, truth is this is the most you’ve felt alive in days it made you want to look past everything and finally stop living your life in fear.

as you get out of the shower you look at yourself through the foggy mirror, and for the first time in weeks you finally start to recognize the girl in front of you.

it’s getting late so you quickly finish getting ready, throwing on a bathing suit with jean shorts because you’re going to a beach after all. you hop in your car, pulling out of your house as you hit the roads.

the drive is only 15 minutes away, you sit in silence as you take it all in. you can’t believe you finally get to talk to someone about this, as you pull up to the parking lot you see that it’s empty, sarah’s probably running late no big deal you think to yourself. you decide to text her that you’re here.

hey sarah! i’m here, i’m the only car parked here so i just wanted to let you know.

you wait for her to respond, but minutes go by and she’s still not answering. maybe she’s just driving, nobody can just text and drive. you get out your car so when she gets here you both can just walk to shore together, and no response from her yet so you start to get worried.

but as you think to get back into your car she finally pulls in the parking lot, windows tinted so you can’t see the inside but you know it’s sarah, right?

the car pulls in right next to yours, you start to get hesitant but your trying to shake it off because you don’t want to seem paranoid. the car door starts to open and you can’t see from the passenger side but all it takes is one step for you to know who it is.

it’s rafe.

he fully gets out of the car, you're startled as you look at him. it’s been days since you’ve seen him but the memory of his face still haunts you. he tries to walk over to your side but you slowly back away, not wanting to be near him.

“d-don’t come near me rafe! i’m warning you!” you stutter, “someone help me please!” you scream backing up, as he rolls his eyes— one he picked this location because no one is around here during these times so no one can hear you scream or anything, so he’s not taking you seriously at all. “i’m not here to hurt you, just came to talk. “ he mutters, constantly stepping towards you.

he knows you're terrified of him, and this time he doesn’t want you to be. he just wants you to understand where he’s coming from.

he’s only inching closer and closer, your slowly losing space you feel helpless— whatever you say he’s not gonna listen, so you have to think fast.

“just stop moving i’m not tryna hurt-“ you cut him off by hitting him in the face, he flinches back as he holds onto his face— you feel startled and your adrenaline is running high. you can’t believe you did that to him.

as he turns his head up you see a gash on the corner of his head, and it’s bleeding. he touches the corner of his head, fingers covered in a splash of blood before looking at you with his cold eyes. you knew something was about to go down.

before he even has the chance you try to run but he’s two steps ahead of you, he grabs your wrists making you struggle in his hands, he moves quickly as he picks you up— unlocking his car door as you kick and scream from his back.

he dumps you in the backseat before jumping in himself, locking the doors before you try to get out. it all felt like a dead end, every single fucking time. rafe was there.

“i just want to talk.” he mutters softly, “no i came to talk to SARAH, you're not her. you tricked me.” you bark out, “someone please help me!” you scream out again, but rafe just laughs watching as you try everything to escape.

“no one can hear you over here, that’s exactly why i chose the location. don’t you get it? no one’s coming to save you. “ he says darkly, you look at his eyes, his pupils dilated and dark. you shiver, this wasn’t the ordinary rafe anymore and the part that scared you the most was how calm he was.

“t-then what do you want rafe, i already told you i never wanted to see you again.” your balled up in the corner of his car, you can’t stress this feeling enough. you’re terrified of him and he either knows it and doesn’t care or he uses it to his advantage.

“i just want you to see where i’m coming from.” he whispers, “get exactly WHAT? rafe you took advantage of me! you tried to get me pregnant rafe! do u know how fucking insane that is?” you snap, he only looks at you like you’re stupid, and all it does is make you more angry.

“i did it for your own good.”

“you didn’t do shit for my own good! you did it for yourself and your own pleasure, you don’t even know how i’ve felt these past couple of days-“ he cuts you with a kiss, you pull back instantly as you watch his face go numb. you seriously couldn’t believe the audacity of this guy.

he grabs your shirt pulling you in for a deeper kiss, his lips feeling like soft pillows as he leans in deeper. your heartbeat racing as you pull back again.

“r-rafe i can’t do this with you, you don’t care about me.” you say softly making eye contact with him, he sits there emotionless you can’t comprehend all the thoughts going through your head right now, you shouldn’t be doing this with him.

“yes i do. that’s exactly why i’m doing this. you just don’t get it.” he mumbles, pulling you into his lap looking at you in the eyes. “no rafe you can’t do this. you can’t decide when you want to be a good person towards me, and you trying to seduce me doesn’t make up for what you did to me either.” you say confidently, you reach up to get off his lap but his grip is only stronger than yours, his eye contact not breaking once.

he pulls you closer into him, placing kisses on your neck as you squirm underneath him. keeping your hips still so your jerking on his crotch, you can’t help but moan as he holds your hips down. his kisses on your neck only getting deeper the more he progresses.

“you like this just as much as i do, you don’t have to pretend baby.” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you start grinding in his lap as his kisses start reaching down your chest. his hands toying with the back of your bikini string, untying it as your top falls right down, boobs right infront of his face.

one of rafe’s favorite things about you were your boobs, how big they were and how squirmy you got when he sucked them into his mouth — it was easily the hottest thing ever.

he looks up at you sucking a nipple into his mouth, you whimper as his other hand goes to toy with your other nipple, pinching it as he places kisses on the other one— your hips not being able to control themselves as you press harder into his lap, you feel yourself getting wetter at the moment as he pops your nipple out his mouth before switching to the other.

“please.” you whisper, he stops instantly looking at you with a smirk of his face. “please what?”

“i just want you to touch me.. please.” you whisper, your embarrassed. you spent your whole days sitting in bed rotting over what he did to you just for one neck kiss to completely make you fold? embarrassing.

he takes you off his lap, unlocking his car doors before getting out. you know it’s your chance to run but you don’t, you sit there waiting for him like a fool. he opens up his driver side pushing the seat up more so there’s room in the back, before switching to his passenger side to do the same.

you know what’s coming, you still had time to run away you contemplated with the idea— but by the time he came back it was too late.

he jumps right into the back seat again, looking at you as you sit there all innocently. he knew he was going to ruin you.

“take your bottoms off. “ he says sternly, you waste no time taking your shorts off, unbuttoning each button as he watches in suspense as you get down to your hips you struggle to take them off, rafe being impatient he grabs your shorts as you lift your hips up— throwing them on the floor as your only left in your bikini bottoms off.

your bottoms have a damp spot in the middle of them, rafe chuckles watching you squirm as you try to hide yourself. fuck you were so adorable, he knew you couldn’t hate him. and even if you tried to say you did your body said differently.

“mhm, talking all that shit but you were over here creaming all over your bikini bottoms.” his fingers sliding over your bikini bottoms catching a whimper out of you, he presses his fingers down on the wet spot on your bottoms getting a moan out of you.

he starts moving down to the floor of the back row, getting on his knees as you sit there with your legs clammed shut— he motions you to get down closer to the edge of the seat and you obey, moving right down to the edge of the seat.

the anticipation is killing you, you get comfortable and open your legs wide as his fingers attach to the side of your bottoms, pulling them to the side as a coat of your wetness covers your folds, he looks up at you with hunger in his eyes.

he places his thumb right onto your slut, making you jerk as he slides your folds apart, you look down at him as he continues stroking your skin— playing with your juices as you tremble.

he presses a wet kiss down to your cunt, lapping his tongue into your folds as you melt underneath him, shoving his hands in between your thighs for a better taste. you move your hips around his mouth as you cry out.

biting your lip as you arch your back, enjoying the pressure so much that you bring your hands to his hair, pushing them closer to your cunt as he roughly eats you out.

he flicks his tongue through your folds, focusing on your nub as he sucks it into his mouth leaving your breath hitching as you feel your knees buckling.

“oh fuck- rafe please!” you mewled as he sucked you deeply into his mouth, pushing your legs wider as you felt the heat in your stomach start to rise, rafe wasn’t a man of many words when he ate, why talk with a mouth full?

you push his face into your cunt more as you grind on his face, the belt in your stomach starting to buckle as you start coming undone on his face, you dig your nails into hair, riding his face as you ride out your high, his blue eyes looking right at you as he tongue fucks you through your orgasm.

but of course, nothing was ever good enough for rafe. and seeing you like this? not good enough for only once.

as you come down from your high of course rafe doesn’t come back up, your moans turning to strangled noises as he licks bold strips against your clit, “you can’t ever just take one! rafe please it hurts! “ you pleaded as you try to push his head away, but he quickly grabs your wrist pushing them against your stomach, leaving you defenseless.

you arch your back as he laps into your cunt, wiggling your fingers as tears come down on your face , he drops his hand from your thigh— pushing two fingers in accentuating the pleasure, it feels so good but hurts so bad. emotions switching as one second you feel pleasure and the next you feel pain.

rafe leaves no mercy as he thrusts his long fingers into you, he can’t fucking believe it. he’s high out of his mind eating your pussy. best day of his life really. your cunt clenching around his fingers as he flicks your nub.

you feel your legs start to burn as your legs start to buckle, leaving you dazed as your cheeks began to start flushing— the same feeling in your stomach rising to the top again but this time it’s different.

“oh fuck- rafe! i’m cumming-“ you cried out as the cord in your stomach snaps again, a liquid comes splashing his face as you jerk onto his face, cumming again as he uses his tongue to lick up every drop.

as he comes back to the surface his face is all wet, hair messed up from you tugging on it and most importantly your slick coating his chin and fingers, you clam your legs shut feeling embarrassed. but rafe brings the rest of the slick from his chin to his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth making you suck them squeaky clean.

“now that’s the reason i don’t stop, looked so good cumming around me. you’re a squirting mess when it comes to me.” he purrs, your legs shaking from the first two orgasms he gave you.

he’s so fucken hard out of his mind right now, you can’t even make eye contact with him. he gets back to the seat palming himself through his jeans, you look at him innocently as he looks idle thinking about the next thing to do…

“i want you to ride me, cmon baby.” he teases, grabbing your hands placing them on his belt, you comply as you start unbuckling his belt, his hand stroking the side of your head.

he lifts his hips up motioning you to take his full pants off, you pull them to his ankles leaving him in just his boxers taking one deep breath before pulling his boxers down releasing his cock from his jeans.

his head falls back into the seat, his tip seeping precum as you move to straddle his hips— rafe grabs your cheeks to pull you in for another kiss, his lips brushing against yours as your clothed clit ghosts over his hips.

“put it in, don’t be scared.” he mumbles, you lift your hips up as he grabs his cock, pushing your bottoms to the side as his tip teases against your nub, your heads pressed together as he lines up with your hole you slowly sink down on it getting a whimper out of rafe.

as soon as he bottoms out he grabs your cheeks in his hand spreading them as he thrusts slowly into you, you bite back a moan as he slides out of you before going in again— the smell of sex filling the car as you grow into his ear.

his pace being slow and steady, savoring the moment. “fuckk, you’re so fucken tight.” he whimpers, your head laying on his shoulder as you hear his pleads and groans. your cunt clenching around him as he watches himself thrust in and out of you.

rafe’s never had sex so passionate, he’s use to being so rough — fucking you until your nothing but a rag doll but for some reason he feels so soft, he feels so comfortable. it’s a feeling he can’t explain. you laying on his shoulder, your sweet noises right next to his ear, this is what he wanted.

with you it feels like he forgot about everything in his life, he doesn’t even care about his family problems or his annoying ass friends. he has you, and even if you don’t feel the same he knows how he feels.

you swallow hard as you feel his grip on you start to soften, only the mix of your noises echoing through the car — his breath hitching as your back arches, you rock your hips as his moans accentuate his grip coming off your ass completely, as his hands fall to his sides.

“you know rafe, i really don’t like you.” you sniff from underneath him, “you’re mean, you have a huge ego and you take advantage of me.” you pull your hips harder onto him, his head resting on the back of the seats.

“yeah i know.”

“and you could’ve ruined my life, i-i don’t know if i could ever forgive you for that.” you stutter as you feel his cock start throbbing from inside of you, rushing your movements as he sucks his teeth in.

“i know..” he whispers, dissolving into pleasure as he feels the static in his stomach start to jump — pulling out as his slit starts to erupt with cum, you feel your back get painted as he huffs in your ear.

your bodies flushed up against eachother, you lay on top of his body as you both pant for air — you lay there dizzy as as everything around you starts turning black.

so much for hating him.

[rafesvdoll]

𖹭 moodboard — drew starkey as patrick bateman!

thinking bout maybe a secretary!reader x pat bateman!rafe moodboard?

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one last post for today but thank you all for the love on my dark!rafe x maid series! i honestly didn’t expect it to get as much love as it did, i’ve gotten MANY requests to make it a series so I will make it a series!! i’m super excited for this, and i’m allowing my creativity but also the creativity of you guys to help me in the making of this! i’m two chapters in so i obviously want to cut it off by like chapter 4 to be honest i don’t really like long series 😭 but whatever you want to see let me know and especially if you have questions for the reader !

• does she quit her job?

• does she continue on with the pregnancy?

• does rafe apologize?

• does rafe tell his family the lies?

• do her parents get caught up in this?

we’ll see…👀

7 days til obx s5, if you’re going to the premiere i hope u have fun !!

[drewstarkeysummer]

thank you all so much for the love you’ve all given me since i began writing, it makes me SO happy knowing you all love my stories <3

i’m open to suggestions and i’m gonna try to cook on all my stories trust trust, it’s day #3 for me😓 i know my writing isn’t ideal yet, comparing it to the writers on here i haven’t even reached the tip of the iceberg 😭 but as i continue to write you’ll see the improvement:)

i don’t want to just be known for writing smut, rafe is papa buttttt i also want write about the different parts of rafe, angst, fluff and whatever resonates to his character, i tear up that dark!rafe everytime but gooning to a character makes you understand their complex side as well❤️‍🩹 there’s SO much more to rafe than just a body lowkey and to reach all my readers needs i’d really like to touch on those genres too!

i know i’ve been posting back to back for the past 2 days but i will take time to time breaks to recover and brainstorm!

speaking of brain storming i’m trying to think of a fratboy!rafe story but i can’t quite put my finger on a good and original idea that isn’t like every one elses. i really want to stand out on my writing so i just want a few inspirations and ideas to open my mind..

open to suggestions and i’ll have a few things out soon, give me ideas in the questionary in my bio!

rafe cameron back on our screens in 10 days btw. i’m geeking thinking about it. gonna have a obx marathon 😩

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obsession

dark!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: Y/N was the only person who could bring out some good in Rafe Cameron, she just didn’t realize how far he would go to make sure she stayed his.

content warning: obsessive relationship, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, self-harm threats, gun/weapon mention, emotional distress, cursing, fighting, boy best friend, jealousy.

a/n: please read warnings before reading! i hope i did good writing this, i have been in a hugee writing slump! please let me know if i forgot any warnings!

also taking requests!

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The first time Rafe Cameron noticed Y/N, he wasn’t looking for her. He was standing on the ninth hole at Kildare Country Club with a golf club resting against his shoulder, already irritated because Topper had spent the last twenty minutes complaining about his mom blaming everything on him and Kelce wouldn’t shut up about some amazing vacation he was going on.

Rafe had been half-listening, when a golf cart drove by and caught his attention. Behind the wheel was a girl he had never seen before, wearing the club’s uniform and smiling like she actually enjoyed working there, which was strange enough to make him watch her a little longer than he intended.

She pulled up beside them, hopped out, and started handing out cold bottles of water, completely unaware that Rafe Cameron was staring at her like he had found his new toy to play with.

“Need anything?” she asked when she finally reached him, holding out a bottle of water.

Rafe looked at it, then at her, his expression immediately hardening into the usual bored look he gave people he didn’t care about. “I’m good.” he muttered, but she didn’t seem offended, simply setting the bottle down beside him anyway.

“You look like you need it.” she said with a little smile before getting back into the golf cart and driving away, Kelce immediately snorted behind him.

Rafe slowly looked over his shoulder, already knowing exactly what was coming. “What? You got something to say?” he snapped, and Topper only grinned. “Nothing, man. Just didn’t know you were into Pogues.”

Rafe’s eyes followed the girl as she continued driving over to someone else and despite himself he muttered, “Shut the fuck up. I’m not.”

He didn’t know her name yet, but somehow that didn’t stop him from noticing her every time he came back.

He’d sit around with Topper and Kelce, pretending to be interested in whatever they were talking about while his eyes automatically searched for a flash of her hair or the sound of her laugh.

Whenever she appeared, his entire mood seemed to change without him even realizing it, although nobody was brave enough to point it out after the first few times.

He finally learned her name- Y/N, she worked several shifts at the country club, and Rafe started finding reasons to be there even when he didn’t particularly care about golf.

Y/N would walk over with her usual smile and ask how his day was, and Rafe would respond with some sarcastic comment that made her laugh, secretly pleased every single time he managed to be the reason for it.

Eventually, she started sitting with him after her shifts, and Rafe discovered that Y/N could talk for hours about absolutely anything. She’d tell him about her day, complain about annoying customers, talk about that stupid pogue JJ Maybank doing something dumb, or ramble about some random thing she’d seen online, and Rafe would pretend to be annoyed while listening to every word.

“Do you ever shut up?” he asked, and she just grinned at him. “No..but you would definitely miss me if I did.”

Rafe rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he mutters, “Don’t flatter yourself.” But the truth was that he had already started noticing when she wasn’t around and if she missed a shift, he’d catch himself wondering where she was before he would even realized he had been looking for her.

That was how it started.

He learned what color she liked, what songs she always played in the car, which foods she hated, and exactly what kind of expression she made when she was trying not to laugh.

He remembered little things she’d told him weeks earlier that even she had forgotten mentioning, and whenever someone asked how he knew something about her, he’d shrug like it was nothing. It wasn’t nothing, though, not to Rafe, because Y/N had slowly become something he thought about even when she wasn’t there.

Around everyone else, Rafe was still Rafe. He was impatient, arrogant, unpredictable, and perfectly capable of turning a harmless conversation into an argument because somebody looked at him the wrong way.

Topper knew better than to challenge him when he was already angry, Kelce had learned to stop joking when Rafe’s expression changed and most people on the island simply avoided getting too close to him altogether.

Y/N, however, somehow slipped through every one of those defenses without even trying. He still snapped at people in front of her, still muttered insults under his breath, and still had that dangerous look in his eyes whenever somebody pissed him off, but if Y/N touched his arm and said, “Rafe, leave it.” he’d usually stop.

Not because he suddenly became a good person. He didn’t. Rafe could still be cruel, and Y/N had seen enough of his temper to know he wasn’t exactly easy to deal with, but she believed there was a side of him that nobody else bothered looking for.

She never treated him like a monster, and because of that, Rafe became almost painfully attached to the way she looked at him. He wanted her attention constantly, wanted to know where she was and who she was with, and found himself checking his phone far too often whenever she hadn’t answered him yet.

The biggest problem was JJ Maybank. Rafe had never liked him, but Y/N’s friendship with him made the hatred considerably worse. JJ had known her since they were kids, knew every embarrassing story about her, could make her laugh with one look, and had the kind of effortless closeness with her that Rafe could never recreate.

He hated seeing JJ’s arm around her shoulders, hated hearing her laugh at his stupid jokes, and hated that JJ could call her whenever he wanted without having to think twice about it.

Rafe never told Y/N how much it bothered him because he knew she would defend JJ, and he wasn’t willing to risk making her upset with him.

Instead, he kept his mouth shut and let the jealousy build until even seeing JJ’s name appear on her phone could put him in a terrible mood and he would eventually look through her phone but Rafe didn’t think he was doing anything wrong.

“You hate him!” Y/N said one afternoon, sitting beside Rafe in his truck while JJ’s name flashed across her phone. Rafe glanced at the screen before looking back through the windshield. He fought the urge to grab your phone and look through the messages but he held himself back until you left your phone unattended.

“I don’t hate him.” Rafe muttered and Y/N giggled.

“Rafe, you literally name called him last week.” He scoffed, reaching over and stealing one of the fries she’d been eating.

“He deserved it.” She rolled her eyes and leaned against the seat.

“He’s my best friend. I wish you would treat him a little nicer.” Y/N spoke and Rafe looked at her for a moment before giving a small shrug. “Yeah, I know.” He didn’t say what he was actually thinking, because the truth was that he didn’t want JJ to be her best friend anymore. He didn’t want Y/N to be friends with any pogues. He wanted to be Y/N’s only friend.

Y/N never saw the darker side of that jealousy. As far as she knew, Rafe was simply protective and slightly possessive because he cared about her, and she found his jealousy more amusing than concerning.

She’d tease him whenever he glared at JJ, and Rafe would deny everything while trying not to smile at the way she laughed. “You’re so weird.” she would tell him, and he’d look at her with that crooked little grin before replying, “Yeah? And you’re still here.”

She’d always answer that she wasn’t going anywhere, and those words would stay with him far longer than she realized. Rafe didn’t tell her that her name was becoming the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before going to sleep.

When Y/N told him she was leaving town for a couple of days to visit her aunt, Rafe immediately hated the idea. He tried to hide it, leaning against his truck with his arms crossed while she explained where she was going and when she’d be back, but his questions gave him away. “Who’s going with you?” he asked, and Y/N laughed. “Nobody, Rafe.”

He nodded, though he still looked irritated and when she told him she’d be gone for eight days, he muttered, “That’s fucking stupid. Why can’t I go with you? I wanna meet your aunt.” Rafe didnt really wanna meet her aunt but he didn’t want Y/N somewhere by herself where he wasn’t around.

She smiled up at him. “Next time you can come with me, I pinky promise!” Rafe looked down at her, his expression softening just enough for her to notice. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I better get to go next time.”

She hugged him before leaving, and Rafe held onto her for a moment longer than he normally would. Rafe made sure that Y/N would text him every chance she got and send pictures of her day. Y/N pulled away smiling, completely unaware of the way his eyes followed her until she disappeared from view.

He stood there for several seconds after she left, staring down the road with his hands shoved into his pockets.

His phone buzzed a few hours later, and the message was from Y/N telling him she’d made it safely. Rafe smiled at the screen before typing back, “Good. Don’t do anything stupid.” even though he was the one who was usually the problem.

Five nights without Y/N had Rafe climbing the walls. He’d already checked his phone more times than he could count, and when Topper convinced him to go to a party, Rafe agreed mostly because sitting alone with his thoughts sounded worse.

The house was packed, music shaking the walls while people crowded the kitchen and spilled into the backyard, but Rafe barely paid attention to any of them. He stood near the bar with a drink in his hand, staring blankly across the room until he saw JJ. His jaw tightened immediately, and whatever little patience he had disappeared.

JJ noticed him walking over and sighed. “What do you want, Rafe?”

Rafe stopped in front of him, looking him up and down with a cold expression. “You and Y/N.”

JJ frowned. “What? What about us?” Rafe took a slow sip of his drink. “You’re always around her and I don’t think you two should be friends anymore.” JJ stared at him for a moment before laughing. “She’s my best friend.”

Rafe’s expression didn’t change. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one.”

JJ’s smile disappeared. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rafe stepped closer, his voice dropping. “It means I see you all over her every fucking day and I’m getting tired of it.”

JJ shook his head in disbelief. “You’re jealous.” Rafe immediately laughed, but there was nothing funny about it. “I’m not fucking jealous.”

“You are,” JJ said, almost amused now. “Holy shit, you’re actually whipped.”

Rafe’s face went completely blank, and for a second he didn’t say anything. Then he leaned closer and quietly said, “You really don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?”

JJ didn’t back down. “She’s like my little sister, man! I’ve known her since we were kids.” Rafe stared at him for another second before shaking his head. “Bullshit. I know you want her.”

“I’m serious,” JJ snapped. “There’s never been anything between us.”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.” JJ threw his hands up. “That’s your problem.” Rafe stepped forward, his temper finally breaking through the restraint he’d been forcing himself to maintain.

“No, my problem is you constantly hanging around my girl.” JJ scoffed. “Your girl?” Rafe’s expression changed instantly. “Yeah.” JJ laughed. “Does she know that?” Rafe didn’t answer, and JJ’s grin widened. “That’s what I thought.” Rafe’s fist connected with him before JJ could say another word.

The fight erupted almost instantly. JJ stumbled backward, recovered, and swung back, catching Rafe hard enough to make him stagger before Rafe lunged at him again.

People scattered around them, shouting and trying to get out of the way as the two of them crashed into the backyard furniture. Rafe wasn’t thinking anymore and all the jealousy he had swallowed for months had finally exploded and every time JJ fought back, it only seemed to fuel him further.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” Rafe shouted as he shoved JJ backward, his voice almost drowned out by the music coming from inside. JJ swung again, and Rafe grabbed the front of his shirt, his expression frighteningly calm for someone in the middle of a fight. “You don’t fucking touch her. Don’t text her!”

“Rafe!”

He froze. There were hundreds of voices Rafe Cameron could ignore, but he knew hers instantly. He slowly turned his head, and all the anger drained from his face when he saw Y/N standing several feet away, still holding the little bag she’d brought with her, her expression completely shocked.

She wasn’t supposed to be there. Rafe didnt know she planned to come home early because she wanted to surprise him and instead she’d walked into a backyard and found him fighting JJ.

Rafe released JJ immediately, his chest rising and falling as he stared at her, suddenly realizing that the one person he’d been trying to protect from this side of him had just seen everything.

“Y/N.” he said quietly, taking one step toward her.

She didn’t move and for the first time all night, Rafe looked uncertain, because he could handle JJ hating him and everyone else on the island thinking he was insane. What he couldn’t handle was Y/N looking at him differently.

His eyes stayed locked on hers as he slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression softening only because she was standing there. “It’s not what you think!” he said, even though they both knew it was exactly what it looked like. Y/N stared at him, then at JJ, and Rafe waited for her to say something, anything.

JJ’s chest was still heaving when he looked between Rafe and Y/N, his hand coming up to wipe at his forehead as he shook his head in disbelief. “He came at me,” JJ said, his eyes fixed on Y/N now, his voice filled with frustration.

“He walked over and started accusing me of liking you, saying I needed to stay the fuck away from you like I’m some guy trying to get between you two.” Y/N’s expression slowly changed as she listened, her eyes moving from JJ to Rafe while the pieces began falling into place.

“Rafe?” she whispered, almost like she was giving him a chance to tell her that JJ was wrong. Rafe didn’t answer, and that silence was enough to make her stomach drop.

“You actually thought JJ liked me?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling slightly as she stared at him. Rafe’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t say anything, and for once there was no sarcastic comeback waiting behind his teeth.

Y/N let out a small, disbelieving scoff as her eyes began filling with tears, hurt replacing the shock on her face. “I told you he was my best friend,” she whispered, shaking her head as though she couldn’t understand how Rafe could have taken something so innocent and turned it into this.

Rafe took a step toward her, but she immediately stepped backward, and the movement stopped him in his tracks. “Y/N, just listen to me.”

“No.” Her voice cracked, and she quickly wiped beneath her eyes before the tears could fall. “You listen to me, Rafe.” He stared at her, completely still, as she looked toward JJ and then back at him. “You could’ve talked to me,” she said quietly, her voice becoming shakier with every word.

“You could’ve told me you were jealous, you could’ve told me you were upset, you could’ve told me anything, and I would’ve listened to you.” She swallowed hard, looking at the blood on his lip and the disheveled state of his clothes before whispering, “But you attacked my best friend!”

Rafe’s expression hardened at the word best friend, but he forced himself to stay quiet when he saw how frightened and hurt she looked.

Y/N turned away before he could say anything else and walked quickly toward her car, her hands shaking as she unlocked the door. Rafe immediately started after her. “Y/N, wait.” She ignored him, getting into the driver’s seat and slamming the door before starting the engine.

Rafe stood beside the car for a second, staring through the window at her tearful face, and when she refused to look at him, something desperate flashed across his expression. “Please,” he said, knocking lightly on the window. “Just let me explain.”

Y/N finally glanced at him, and the look in her eyes made his chest tighten before she shook her head and pulled out of the driveway.

Rafe stood there watching her taillights disappear, his breathing becoming heavier as the realization settled in that she was actually leaving him.

He could have let her go, could have given her the space she clearly wanted, but Rafe Cameron had never been particularly good at letting go of things he considered his.

Within seconds, he was climbing onto his motorcycle, pulling his helmet over his head, and starting the engine. He followed the road toward Y/N’s house, keeping far enough behind her that she wouldn’t notice him immediately, his thoughts racing the entire way.

He didn’t care that she was angry anymore, he needed her to listen to him, and in his mind, if he could just get her alone, everything would be fine again.

When Y/N finally pulled into her driveway, she got out of the car without looking behind her. Rafe parked his motorcycle along the curb and immediately followed her toward the front door.

“Y/N!” he called, catching up before she could get inside. She turned around sharply, tears still shining in her eyes. “What are you doing here, Rafe?”

Rafe stopped several feet away, his hands raised slightly as if trying to show her he wasn’t there to start another fight. “I need you to listen to me,” he said, his voice unusually quiet. “Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.” Y/N stared at him for a long moment before looking away, clearly exhausted, but eventually she sighed and opened the door.

They went upstairs to her bedroom, and the second the door closed behind them, the tension seemed to become almost unbearable. Rafe stood near the door while Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her hands folded tightly in her lap as she waited for him to speak.

For several seconds, he didn’t, and the silence was so unlike him that she finally looked up. “Say something.” she whispered. Rafe dragged a hand through his hair and paced once across the room before turning toward her. “I was jealous, okay?” he finally admitted, his voice rough. “I’ve been jealous for a long fucking time.”

Y/N listened quietly as he explained, telling her how seeing JJ around her constantly had gotten under his skin and how he’d convinced himself that there had to be something more between them.

He admitted that he hated how easily JJ could make her laugh and how much history they shared, but even then, he tried to make it sound like something he couldn’t control rather than something he had chosen to act on.

“I know I shouldn’t have hit him,” Rafe said, his eyes fixed on the floor for a moment before looking back at her. “I know that, okay? I fucked up.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears again as she shook her head. “You should’ve just told me, Rafe. We could have talked this out and set boundaries. There is nothing going on between us..” He nodded slowly. “I know.”

“You scared me tonight..” she whispered, and those words seemed to hit him harder than anything else she’d said.

Rafe’s expression changed as he stared at her, but Y/N continued before he could interrupt. “I’ve seen you angry before but I’ve never seen you like that.”

She wiped away another tear and looked down at her hands. “And now I’m wondering if I even know you as well as I thought I did.” Rafe immediately shook his head. “You know me better than anybody.”

“Then why did you do that..?” she asked, and he didn’t have an answer that could make what he’d done disappear.

Y/N was quiet for a long time before finally looking up at him. “Maybe we need a break.” Rafe went completely still. The words seemed to take several seconds to register and when they finally did, something in his expression changed.

“What?” he asked quietly. Y/N swallowed. “Just for a little while, Rafe.” Rafe stared at her like she’d said something impossible, then gave a short, humorless laugh. “You’re not serious.”

She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks again. “Rafe, please. I need time to think.”

He stepped closer, his voice becoming softer in a way that somehow felt more unsettling than when he’d been yelling. “After everything I’ve done for you, you’re really going to walk away because I got jealous?” Y/N frowned. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” Rafe demanded, the softness disappearing from his voice as quickly as it came. He began pacing the room, running both hands through his hair as he muttered under his breath.

“You don’t get to just decide you’re done and expect me to be okay with it.” Y/N stared at him,“Rafe, I’m not saying I don’t care about you.”

“Then don’t leave me.” The answer came immediately. He stopped pacing and looked directly at her, his eyes intense. “If you leave me I’m gonna hurt myself, Y/N..you don’t want me to do that do you?” he asked, and Y/N shook her head immediately.

Rafe’s voice dropped as he continued, pulling a gun out from his pants that she didn’t even notice was there, “I’ll do it right now. So if you’re going to leave me, you better be damn sure that’s what you want.”

Y/N’s heart pounded and she stood slowly, tears still running down her cheeks. “Rafe, please don’t! Y-you’re scaring me! I want you! I don’t want anyone else.” Y/N cried.

Rafe stared at her for several seconds, putting the gun to his head before his expression softened again, almost as quickly as it had changed. “I’m not trying to make you scared.” he lied right through his teeth.

“I’m trying to make you understand that you’re everything to me and I can’t live without you.” Y/N looked away, and Rafe reached for her hand carefully this time, waiting until she let him take it. “I know I messed up.” he whispered softly.

Y/N’s eyes closed as another tear slipped down her cheek, and Rafe dropped the gun onto her bed gently pulled her into his arms and she didn’t pull away. She cried against his shoulder, overwhelmed by everything that had happened, while he held her tightly and rested his chin against the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..but you made me do that.” he murmured, his hand moving slowly over her back. “I won’t do that again if you don’t try to leave me.”

Y/N didn’t say anything as Rafe grabbed her by her chin and looked into her eyes, “I love you, sweetheart. C’mon, say it back.”

“I love you..” Y/N whispered and Rafe smirked as he leaned in to kiss her. The fake fear and desperation disappeared, replaced by satisfaction that he quickly buried.

He knew he could easily win her back and he was right.

[rafesvdoll]

i don't completely hate rafe's redemption arc, i just think he had the potential to be a hell of an antagonist and they simply threw it all away

i'm not going to say his development was bad, quite the opposite, but he literally tried to drown his own sister in s2 without thinking twice, and he certainly would have finished the job if that fuckass topper hadn't shown up lol💔 imagine how far he could have gone after that

curtain bangs rafe u crazy psycho you will always be loved