#enemy!rafe

[angelicstarkey]

From the nsfw list, 1. “no underwear? did you plan this?”, 82. “i still hate you”, 80. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?” and 32. “this is a one time thing” sound like they would be so good together with a bitchy!reader who acts like she hates his guts. i love mean women

thin walls

rafe cameron x bitchy!neighbour!reader

content warnings: hate sex, rough sex, degradation (kinda?), slight dubcon, 18+ MDNI

a/n: i hope i did your vision justice!

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You weren’t sure if you’d somehow made a deal with the devil in the past, but having Rafe as your neighbour was perhaps karma for all the attitudes you’d given to everyone in life. Moving into your new apartment, away from the Cut, was supposed to be a fresh start, but only lasted all of about a week.

You’d accidentally let a girls' night run too long—music too loud, laughter spilling into the early hours—when a series of aggressive bangs rattled your door. Already irritated, you stormed over, fully prepared to put whoever it was in their place.

But the second you yanked the door open, your expression fell.

Rafe stood on the other side, brows furrowed, jaw tight, looking exactly as cold and unimpressed as ever. His eyes flicked over you once before he sneered, “O’course it’s a pogue.” 

Since then, it had been a feud between who could outdo the other—loud music at 3 AM, banging on the walls, “accidentally” backing your car into the shiny BMW parked behind you and leaving a dent the size of a fist, and a constant stream of insults whenever your paths crossed. 

Tonight, though, was hard to get by when all you could hear were the irritating moans of seeping through the walls from Rafe’s apartment. Even with your constant jabs at the wall to make him take a hint, the noise wouldn’t come to a stop, nor was your growing hatred for the man who’d somehow managed to follow you out of the island. 

Unable to take it any more, you walked over to the apartment door just steps from yours, your fist pounding relentlessly against the wood until it finally swung open. A brunette stood there, wide-eyed, clutching half her belongings, while Rafe lingered behind her, shirtless, chest glistening with a sheen of sweat.

“Could you quiet the fuck down for three seconds while piping Miss Pornhub over here?” You hissed, glaring as she walked past you, faced reddened in embarrassment. Rafe smirked, completely unfazed. “What can I say?” he shrugged. “I’ve got a talent for makin’ ‘em scream.”

“Shut the fuck up. You could- Let go of me!” Your words cut off into a sharp yelp as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his apartment.

“I know damn well those three inches weren’t the reason she was screaming,” you snapped, yanking against his grip. “So drop the ego, dumbass.”

"Feisty tonight, aren't we?" Rafe murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His breath was hot, smelling faintly of mint and something distinctly him. He shifted his hips, and you could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your ass while his free hand slid down from your hip, tracing the curve of your thigh before dipping between your legs. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your shorts, then paused.

A slow, knowing grin spread across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes dark with lust. "No underwear? Did you plan this?"

Heat flooded your cheeks, a mixture of anger and unwanted arousal. "Shut the fuck up, Cameron. I still hate you," you spat, trying to sound convincing even as your body betrayed you, leaning slightly into his touch.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through your back. "If you hate me so much," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, "why are you letting me do this?" Rafe’s fingers slipped past the hem of your shorts, finding you slick which made him smirk. He circled your clit slowly for what felt like forever before sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, your resolve crumbling with each deliberate stroke of his fingers. "This is a one time thing," you managed to choke out, your voice breathy and weak. "Just to shut you up."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess," he rasped, withdrawing his hand and quickly undoing his jeans. He freed his cock, thick and heavy, and nudged your legs apart with his knee. 

Without warning, he drove into you in one smooth, deep thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, your nails scrabbling against the door for steadiness as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hand covered your mouth, muffling your moans as he fucked you against the door, your hatred for him warring with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins.

"God, you're such a fucking asshole," you managed to snarl against his palm, the words muffled but still dripping with venom as he pistoned into you.

He just laughed, the sound a low, arrogant rumble in his chest. "And you're still taking it, aren't you? Bet you've been dreaming about this since you moved in." He removed his hand from your mouth, only to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back at an angle that was just shy of painful. "Tell me how much you hate it."

"I hate it," you gasped, your voice cracking as he drove deeper, hitting a spot that made your toes curl as you felt the orgasm building deep inside you. "I hate your selfish, entitled ass and God, you're so fucking full of yourself."

"And you're ‘bout to be full of me," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Come on, princess. Say my name."

"Fuck no," you spat, but your body betrayed you as your muscles clenched around him, your orgasm crashing over you so hard your knees buckled. A strangled cry escaped your lips, and Rafe followed you over the edge with a guttural groan, spilling inside you.

He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against your back as you both struggled to catch your breath. You were the first to move as you shoved him off, turning around with a glare that didn’t quite hide the way your chest was still rising and falling too fast.

“Don’t get comfortable,” you muttered, yanking your shorts back into place like this was nothing. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then maybe don’t come knocking next time.”

taglist: @raf3cam3r0n @bonjourjiminie

dividers: @cursed-carmine

[severedlamb]

summary: you're staying at tannyhill for the night and see rafe looking worse for wear. he doesn't want your help, or so he says.

warnings: enemy!rafe. sexual tension. injuries.

after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.

trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness, you squinted in an attempt to read the time on the alarm clock that was sat on the night stand.

3:46am. you internally groaned, trying not to wake up your best friend that was sleeping soundly beside you.

sarah had invited you to spend the night at tannyhill ── normally you would've said no, but when she said that rafe would be out all night, you took her up on the offer.

tiptoeing across the carpeted floor, you held your breath as you twisted the door handle.

looking back over your shoulder to make sure she was still asleep, you crept out of the room as quietly as possible.

you were going to go downstairs to see if there was anything to eat, when you heard a loud hiss from the bathroom at the end of the hall.

the light was on and illuminating the hallway, you realised, not knowing how you didn't see that before.

scrunching your brows in confusion, you wrapped your arms around yourself and pad towards the open door.

rafe was sat on the edge of the bathtub, cuts against his tanned skin.

"what the fuck is going on?" you whisper yell, barging into the bathroom to stand in front of him.

there were bandages and bloody towels in the sink, making it look like a murder scene.

his eyes met yours, throwing his head back and groaning a "for fuck sake" under his breath when he saw that it was you.

you stood with your arms crossed against your midsection, waiting for an answer.

the two of you stared at each other, him waiting for you to leave, and you waiting for him to give an explanation.

"jesus christ, you're not going to leave are you?" he says in exparation, arm against his thigh, the dark red liquid already crusting against his skin.

instead of answering, you moved further into the bathroom just to enunicate your point.

cursing, he nodded towards the bathroom door with a scowl on his face, "close the fuckin' door then"

you carefully pushed door shut so you didn't wake anyone, wondering why on earth you've just trapped yourself in the bathroom with rafe.

"so? why are you all cut and bloody?" you asked, flinching when you saw the gash on the inside of his arm.

he was ironically making a mess of cleaning this up, and it was difficult to watch.

you shouldn't help him, you knew that. but you also couldn't sit by and watch this horror show.

rafe's eyes narrowed in confusion when you reached your hands out for the bandages.

when he didn't move, you snatched them out of his hands and kneeled in front of him.

"careful, sweetheart. don't kneel in front of me unless you're going to suck my cock"

ignoring him, you worked on wrapping the bandage around his arm without touching him.

"i assume you cleaned this cut first" you muttered.

he pushed you away from him, "you're not my fuckin' caretaker. go back to following sarah around around like a pathetic puppy"

unbelievable. you scoffed, throwing the scraps of bandage at him, "the only reason i helped your sorry ass was because it was annoying to watch"

he hummed, turning his back to you and dumping all of the waste into the garbage.

shaking your head, you gripped the door handle in your palm, annoyance radiating through your body.

before you can leave, you hear his gravelly voice speak up, "tell anyone about this and my sister will wake up next to your body. got it?"

after you had gone back to sarah's room, rafe stared at the door and he hated himself as much as he hated you, because he was waiting for you to come back.

[audxno313]

Summary: you need to sneak into enemy!rafes room to find the gun he used to murder sheriff peterkin

warnings: SLAPPING!! (from both sides), piv, smut, degradation, mentions of gun, nickname brat, rafe making reader slap herself repeatedly, y/n basically getting caught by pope, dom!rafe, sub!reader also this was really rushed so dmm

wc: 1.8k

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The twinkie rocked outside the cameron estate as you tried to negotiate

“Why does it have to be me?!”

Jj scratched the back of his head

“Well-yeah it does I mean he likes you”

you roll your eyes at how stupid he sounds when he lies

“plus if he catches you, which he won’t, you can just turn the tables and seduce him with your-“

You cut him off in a panic

“I thought you guys said he wasn’t home?”

Pope chimed in

“He’s not, kiara found him at the wreck half an hour ago, no update since then but, you’re good just be careful”

You nod letting out a shaky breath sliding the rusty door open.

—

You managed to sneak in, quietly wandering the endless halls, finally stopping in front of his room.

Slowly twisting the doorknob poking your head through the faint crack

Clear.

The mission was simple, or so you kept telling yourself

-Find the gun Rafe used to murder sheriff peterkin.

His room was so accurately him,

reeked of expensive cologne, a couple watches that looked like they costed a fortune just lying on his drawer, along with a cap you just know makes him look even more obnoxious.

-but that wasn’t the point, you had a gun to find, asap.

The sock drawer

Of course that’s always a great place to start, right?

You reach forward, seconds away from sliding it open

It was nothing you expected, well that’s because you didn’t get to see anything at all.

since an unfortunately familiar hand grabbed your forearm hard enough to bruise, yanking you.

“You don’t wanna do that.”

Rafe.

In nothing but a towel sitting loosely at his v-line.

“W-what are you doing here?” You panic, trying to play the innocent act

“Could ask you the same thing, y/n”

His grip on your arm tightened as his eyes pierced through your soul

He was so intimidating you could feel tears swell up, you knew what this man was capable of

“I was just looking for Sarah…but i guess she’s not in here I’ll leave you alone”

You yank yourself out of his grip, trying to dismiss yourself, but he blocks you

He chuckles sarcastically at your words, crossing him arms, biceps popping, you tried hard not to look but couldn’t help it.

He is a murderer, you shouldn’t be lusting over someone you hate so, so much. You felt sick

“Now why would she be in my room huh?” He stepped closer and a single tear from your eye dropped

“Answer me”

You started internally panicking because sarah has infact been in his room also looking for the gun

Did she get caught?

“I-i don’t know” another tear falls

“Pathetic” He chuckles

Your fist curls at that

“So tell me, what the fuck were you doin’ in my room.”

You finally snap

“I know you murdered sheriff peterkin!” You pant

He just smirks

“This isn’t funny how could you literally murder an innocent human and now you wanna frame john b for it?!”

“You’re sick” your intrusive thoughts took control over your body,

Your arm swinging up to meet Rafes undeserved gorgeous face

Slap

Gosh, that felt so good.

You just had to do it again

Slap

You finally felt like you had power over this man, just for a moment. But that moment felt like centuries

Until your moment was taken away with him grabbing your arms so hard it 100% bruised, then throwing you on the bed like you were a personal rag doll

Your head was spinning

This can not be happening

“You wanna act like a big girl and slap me huh?”

You cried into his pillow, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare

“I’ll treat you like one”

“Lose the dress, now”

You were expecting him to physically hurt you, so when u heard that you were confused

“M-my dress why?”

“Why do you think, your ass got me fuckin frustrated, looks like imma have to use you t’ relieve some”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, brat”

Your hands were shaking as you lifted yourself up, sliding the dress down your body, then collapsing back down

“Panties and bra too”

He grabbed them off of you, tossing them on his drawer for later use.

Some sick, very sick part of you was so ready for him to use you, despite how much you hated him

Then, his towel dropped

Fuck, was this guy big…

Your eyes widened but you tried to keep your comments to yourself, you were ‘lucky’ the most he was gonna do was fuck you knowing he’s a full on phsyco

But he noticed your reaction to his fat cock, grinning

“You want this don’t you?”

He grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed so he was in between your dangling legs

You showed no reaction to his words, no way you were going to admit it, but your soaked pussy said otherwise

“Shit, so wet already” he smirked

Running his tip up and down your slick folds making you roll your hips impatiently trying to feed into it

He noticed, of course he did

“tsk tsk”

He pulled back and gave your cunt a light slap, earning a frustrating groan out of you

“greedy little thing huh?” He chuckles, slamming fully in with no warning, the stretch burning like hell as he was watching your helpless reaction as if he was asking for an ego boost

“This was what you wanted yeah?” He smirks

“and don’t forget i still have to punish you”

You didn’t reply to that, you literally couldn’t.

Your mouth was open but you were speechless, this is nothing you had ever felt before

But you were also salty, why did Rafe Cameron (your enemy) of all people have to be blessed with the best dick on the island.

You let out a loud moan, grabbing onto the sheets beneath you

“Won’t let you have too much fun, brat”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion

“W-what?”

He grabbed your wrist with that same rough grip as before

“Ow…”

He held tight onto your wrist, then swinging it to your face, making you lightly slap yourself in the face.

Then again

“Rafe-“

Again

“Rafe that’s enough!”

“You needed someone to humble your ass, think you can just snoop around m’ room huh?”

“Thinking nothin’ll happen to your gorgeous little self,”

“you should be thankful this is the worst you’re getting, for now, unless your bratty ass decides this wasn’t enough”

Then a harder slap came, and tears were falling once again

“Stop…”

You felt soo pathetic and small but at the same time you couldn’t silence your moans. infact, you didn’t want too, it felt too good

You tried your absolute hardest to get out of his grip but it was no use with his amount of strength

“Need you tell me how sorry you are, yeah? beg for forgiveness, then you’re gonna thank me for making you feel so good alright?”

Gosh this was a humiliation ritual

You paused for a moment, staring back at each others eyes

“Now”

Slap

But you didn’t, didn’t utter a single word, just let tears roll

“Where’s that bratty mouth of yours now huh? Now you wanna act all shy?”

He pulled out fully

Internally you were screaming at the sudden loss of contact, you tried not to break, but plans change

“Go back in!” You demanded, earning a chuckle out of him

“Where’s your manners, brat”

“Please”

Pause

“Please rafe I want you to keep fucking me hard please”

He pushed in halfway, making you shiver and squeal

“There she is, capable of something”

He fully pushed in, speeding his pace

“T-thank you thank you so much for fucking me rafe…im so lucky”

“It feels so good,” you moaned

“Don’t enjoy this dick too much brat”

Slap

“Tell me that you’re mine”

Slap

“I am, i am”

He chuckled with another light slap to your cheek

“I am yours rafe”

—

“should we go check on her? It’s been a while tell me I’m not the only one worried” pope looked back at jj lying in the back, throwing a handball at the ceiling of the twinkie

“I mean, even if she was in trouble it would only get a hundred times worse if we stormed in”

“I’ll call her”

Pope reached for his phone, hitting FaceTime incase you were hiding and couldn’t speak loudly.

—-

You and Rafe had already had your first orgasms,

Now on round two, this time he was pounding you from the back,

“Fuck, hate how good you feel shit”

ring ring ring

You assumed Rafe would ignore it but of course, that was not the case

A dangerous spark lit up in his eyes once he saw the name Pope displayed across the screen

“Y/n” pope whispered, then he finally looked at the screen,

The view was of you getting backshots

Pope was speechless, but he couldn’t tell who it was, or he did know maybe he was just deep in denial.

“Oh my gosh Rafe!” Your screams were muffled in the pillows

Well that confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Got y’r girl spreading her legs for me”

You couldn’t hear his voice at first, since all you could hear was the ringing in your ear from how much pleasure you were getting

Pope couldn’t even process what was happening

“Caught her in m’ room, i know you guys sent her”

“I’m glad you did cause this pussy’s tight as fuck” he chuckles

“Man, fuck you rafe!-“

Pope got cut off by the sound of Rafe hanging up

“W-what was that?!” Lifting your head and looking back, You could’ve sworn you heard the voice of pope

“Nothin’ you should waste time worryin’ bout, cause this is gonna be a loong day, brat,” pushing your head back into the pillows

—

The phone hung up, pope slamming his hand on the wheel

“fuck you” he muttered, resting his head against the steering wheel , causing a long frustrated beep

“Soooo, what did she say, she find the gun?” Jj sat up looking at pope stupidly

“Jj…” pope stared back at him like he was stupid

“Yeah?” Jj smiled

“You didn’t see, or hear anything that just happened?”

Jj shook his head like a lost puppy

Pope leaned back against his seat, ready for the day to be over

“How should I even put this into words…”

“Y/n’s getting her back blown by-“

“By who?”

Pope sighed

“Rafe motherfucking Cameron”

[moondustbaby]

Enemy!rafe x Enemy!reader smut would literally heal me

Hate Me Harder

cw: smut, piv, unprotected sex, rough sex, degrading/praise mix, enemies to lovers but they haven’t quite made it to lovers yet. mdni 18+

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“You’re such a fucking dick.”

You slam the door behind you, eyes blazing, chest heaving as Rafe follows you into the guest house, jaw set and fists clenched.

He laughs—sharp, cruel. “God, you’re such a brat. All bark, no bite.”

“Bite me, Cameron.”

“Gladly.”

You don’t get another word in before he’s grabbing your face and kissing you like he’s trying to punish you for every second you’ve ever annoyed him. His mouth is hot and hard, tongue unforgiving, hands groping at your hips like he doesn’t care if he bruises you.

You shove him back, breathless, lips swollen. “You don’t get to do this every time we fight.”

“We’re always fighting,” he growls, crowding you again. “And you’re always wet for me after.”

You hate how right he is. Hate how fast your panties are soaked, how your thighs clench when he pushes you toward the couch, dragging your tank top up and off without asking.

You don’t stop him. You never do.

He gets your shorts down next—rips them off with a low grunt, not caring that he nearly tears the fabric. You reach for his belt, fumbling, annoyed by how bad you need him already.

“Pathetic,” he mutters, smirking. “Already so needy? Didn’t even have to touch you yet.”

“Fuck off,” you breathe, but it comes out shaky.

He pushes you onto the couch, flips you onto your hands and knees like he’s done talking. You feel him behind you, bare skin brushing your ass, the blunt head of his cock teasing between your folds.

And then—he slams into you in one rough thrust.

You cry out, gripping the cushions, arching back against him because fuck, it feels good.

He leans over you, breath hot at your ear. “That shut you up real quick, didn’t it?”

You moan when he drags his hand up your spine, tangles it in your hair and pulls. He fucks you harder—deep, fast, relentless.

“This what you needed?” he pants. “Someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude outta you?”

“Harder—” you gasp, thighs shaking.

“Yeah? You want me to ruin you?”

He grabs your hips tighter and gives it to you—grinding into that spot that makes you see stars, his cock heavy and thick and perfect, his voice getting filthier by the second.

“Take it, baby. Take all of it. You look so good like this—face down, ass up, full of me.”

You’re close, and he knows it, feels the way you flutter around him. He lets out a broken groan and fucks you through it, relentless.

You come with a choked moan, body jerking beneath him, thighs soaked. He groans your name—your real name—as he spills inside you, thrusting slow and deep until he’s spent.

For a moment, there’s nothing but breathing. Sweaty skin. The sound of your pulse in your ears.

You collapse onto the couch, cheek pressed to the cushions. He pulls out and stands there, staring at you like he’s trying to figure out how the fuck this keeps happening.

You glance over your shoulder, lips twitching.

“Still hate you.”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, cock still wet, smirking like the devil.

“Yeah?” he says. “You moan real sweet for someone who hates me.”

a/n: this is not enemies to lovers. this is enemies to “accidentally raw dogging on a couch mid-argument.” no one is healed. least of all me…

this was a fun one to write! i’ve never written enemies rafe before so the change of pace was welcomed for sure, thank you for the req nonnie! 🫶🏻

♥️ lani

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frat!enemy/bully!rafe x soft!nerd!reader

rafe who sees you for the first time when he's out with topper and thinks you are just the cutest girl ever, nevermind that he doesn't recognise you from school as the "nerd" bullied girl. no, to him you're just some girl that he bets he can get in his bed in a day.

rafe who approaches you, so arrogantly & sure of himself, asking you for your name. when you scowl instead, it's an understatement to say he feels humilitated. frat!rafe gets all the girls he wants. he's pretty much had all the girls he's ever wanted. being denied by you? his ego almost bursts from the absurdity of it.

rafe who doesn't give up. when he sees you at school, to which you only assume he's further taking a joke that most other frats leave when they get the hint you don't fall for their shit, he tries to approach you once again, to which you only ignore him completely.

rafe who isn't used to being rejected. he doesn't know how else to get your attention, so he does the lousiest & pettiest thing he knows: bullying.

[severedlamb]

enemy!rafe protecting reader from a creep

you were laying in the sun on the beach, wearing nothing but the little two piece black bathing suit you had recently bought from a surf shop on the edge of the island.

normally this would be the kind of thing you'd do with sarah, but she had plans with a certain someone so you decided that you could enjoy the sun alone as well as with someone else.

well, you weren't exactly alone. the beach was pretty crowded, including rafe and his group of misfit friends.

groaning at the boisterous laughter coming from the men, you rolled onto your stomach so you didn't have to bear witness whatever they were up to.

feeling the blazing sun beat down and warm the skin on your back, you sighed contentedly.

that was until you felt something, or someone lurking over you.

you looked up through narrowed eyes because of the bright sun, seeing some random stranger stood to the side of you.

"yeah? is there something i can help you with or are you just going to stand over me like a fucking creep?" you say, hostility dripping through your voice.

normally you were a stand up person, a polite one at that, but you were technically on your own and you were suddenly feeling vulnerable.

his eyes skimmed down to the curve of your ass that was on show because of your not so modest bikini bottoms.

this made you sit up, not wanting to give this freak-show an excuse to stare at you while you could barely even see him.

he hesitated at first but then he seemed to find his voice, "i was hoping you'd give me your number, gorgeous"

your face morphed into one of disgust because this guy was evidently a lot older than you, and you weren't in the mood to entertain some guy looking to bag a younger girl.

"fuck off, dude. i'm not seriously not interested" you say, standing up and dusting the sand off your hands.

he reached out, or at least his intention was to reach out before he was shoved back so hard he fell backwards into the sand.

you spluttered in surprise, not even looking up to see who was behind the shove, knowing instantly by the strong cologne and the hateful presence.

"pretty sure she said no, prick. now i suggest you fuck off before i quite literally bury your head in the fuckin' sand" rafe says, arms crossed and looking scarier than ever.

the man confidently stood up, stepping closer to rafe like some sort of challenge.

he got in rafe's face "you her boyfriend? damn, i get it man, who wouldn't want a piece of that... maybe you'd share her wi-"

he was cut off as rafe tilted his head back and slammed it forward into his nose, blood instantly spraying everywhere.

his eyes widened and his hands went straight to his face, "you broke my fucking nose" he screamed, blood pouring down his wrists.

"i'll break a lot more than your nose if you don't run along right the fuck now. don't let me catch you around here again" rafe snarled, taking a step towards him.

the man looked to you, then back to rafe as he quickly stumbled through the sand and away from the two of you.

you turned to rafe, not knowing what to say to him now. you certainly didn't want to thank him considering he was way worse and you weren't about to give him the satisfaction.

"what? no thank you?" rafe asked, head tilted to the side as he eyed you carefully.

rolling your eyes, you gathered the bag you had brought with you to the beach and slung it over your shoulder.

before you could even think about walking off, rafe gripped your wrist tightly in his hand and pulled you closer.

you used your other hand and dug your fingernails into his, "cameron, remove your grubby hand and let go. you're not the only one who can break things"

"let's get one thing straight, princess. no one else is going to take my job of ruining your little life. i will be the last thing you see when you close your eyes for the final time" he says cheerfully, smiling like he just recited a love poem to you.

when in reality, it was anything but.

he lightly slapped your cheek twice, laughing like a total maniac as he walked back to his group.

you threw daggers at his back, plotting ways you could contribute to his inevitable downfall.

[angelicstarkey]

ugh I know I’m a day late I’m sorry I js saw the year celebration post!! I love your work and if there’s any chance you’d let mine slip through just in time I’d appreciate it!!! I’d really like #6 from the nsfw list with nerd rafe. 😋😋❤️❤️❤️

all this late night banter

mean!nerd!rafe cameron x academic rival!reader

prompt: you’re fucking soaked

content warnings: explicit sexual content, hate sex (again lol) 18+ MDNI

a/n: okay i knowwww nerd!rafe is usually innocent and subby, but i genuinely couldn't get the idea of nerd!rafe out of my head without having some sort of rivalry

in part of my one year celebration!

The library had emptied hours ago, but you were still there, back pressed against the study room door, Rafe's hand shoved down your jeans.

"You've been staring at my mouth throughout the lecture," he breathed against your jaw, his glasses askew where you'd knocked them. "All those clever fucking comments in class, all that attitude-"

"Shut the fuck up," you gasped, but your hips betrayed you, grinding against his palm.

He laughed, low and mean, the sound of someone who'd spent three semesters watching you outperform him on every assignment, every exam, every curve. His fingers dragged through your folds, deliberate and teasing, and your head thunked back against the wood.

"Christ," he muttered, pressing closer, his erection hard against your hip. "You're fucking soaked."

“Oh my god,” your fingers tangled in his collar, yanking him down. "Then do something about it."

He did. His mouth crashed into yours, all teeth and desperation, and his fingers pushed inside, two of them, rough and insistent. You moaned into the kiss, and he swallowed it, fucking you with his hand while his thumb ground against your clit.

"Been thinking about this," he panted against your lips, "since you destroyed me on the Milton presentation. Watched you walk back to your seat and got so hard I had to sit through the whole Q&A-"

You reached between you, palming him through his khakis, and he groaned, ragged and broken. "Less talking," you whispered, "more, mphf-"

He spun you around, bending you over the table. Papers scattered, your annotated readings, his colour-coded notes, all of it sliding to the floor as he shoved your jeans down and freed himself. You heard the tear of foil, then his hands were gripping your hips, positioning himself.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, the head of his cock sliding through your wetness, teasing.

"And why the fuck would I do that?" you snarled, pushing back against him.

He slammed into you, deep and thick, and you both groaned. "Hmm," he gritted out, starting to move, hard and punishing. "You can keep hating me. Just like how you can keep taking my cock like this."

The table creaked beneath you, your cheek pressed against cold wood, your nails scoring the surface. He fucked you like he was trying to win something, like every stroke was a point on a scoreboard, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

When you came, it was sudden yet exactly what you’d needed, your body clamping down on him, your cry muffled against your own arm. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, groaning your name like a curse against your shoulder.

After, you lay there panting, sweat cooling on your skin, his notes crumpled beneath your elbows. He pulled out slowly, dealt with the condom, and you both stared at the mess—the scattered papers, the dislodged glasses, the chaos.

You sat up, reaching for your sweater. "I'm still getting that fellowship," you said.

Rafe adjusted his glasses, smirking, already hardening again. "We'll see about that."

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[severedlamb]

INTRODUCING ENEMY!RAFE

bruised knuckles. violence. one night stands. rivalries. threats. scars. motorcycles. sabotage. looks of hatred. strong whiskey. breaking bad. reeks of sandalwood and weed. video games.

rafe cameron. he was the result of a broken childhood. always expected to play the part, be the perfect son. he's had more broken bones than he's had hugs.

no one dared to get on his bad side. unfortunately for you, it was too late.

no one knew why, or when the hatred started but everyone on the island saw it. the two of you couldn't stop your destructive ways, and you were eventually going to break each other.