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Shackled (Chapter 18)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

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You didn't know what game Rafe was playing at, but you knew you wouldn't like it once it was revealed. 

It had been a week and a half since Annie Rose gave you the ok to participate in more 'strenuous' activities, a question she'd answered due to Rafe's inquisition. Yet he continued on with life as if she hadn't said anything. 

At this point, you could care for yourself, Rafe still made sure you took your pills in the morning and provided you with your daily meals, but outside of that, you mostly did everything else yourself. 

Since your last attempt to escape, he always kept you nearby. He didn't trust you on your own, so he dragged you along with him whenever he had to go somewhere. Whether it be to client meetings or a run to the store. 

Wheezie once commented on his strange obsession with having you around all the time and simply shrugged his shoulders. She really didn't understand how close she was to the truth. 

Despite the lack of sex, he still made sure to express his affections toward you through touches and kisses, and you would occasionally lean in towards him. It would take you a moment to snap out of the trance, but by then, he'd already notice and have a smirk of triumph adorning his face. 

You could feel yourself giving in to him. The longer you stayed with Rafe, the more you wanted to be around him. You were finding comfort in his touch, smell, and kisses. How you loved his kisses, and how he loved giving them away to you. You were desperate now, fighting the desire to surrender to Rafe and his whims. You honestly didn't understand it. 

Part of you was glad he hadn't taken you because at least you had that going for you, but the other part was impatient, frustrated that he hadn't made do with his promise to fuck you. 

You were in his bed, trying to read some random book you found in Ward's library, when Rafe stepped out of the shower. He hadn't bothered covering himself up as he dried his body. You watched as his manhood swung side to side with every movement before he found a pair of shorts and pulled them up. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" you looked up to find his deep blues staring back at you, a fierce intensity crackling deep within them.

"What?" you responded, pretending not to understand what he meant.

"You know what," he chuckles, closing out the bedroom lights before climbing onto the bed towards you. Using the moon's luster to help him see.

He grabs the book in your hand and places it on the nightstand before kissing you. Deepening it as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you toward the middle of the bed on top of him. You always show a bit of resistance at first before giving in. Lately, it has become less challenging to submit. 

You engaged in more heavy petting before he pulled away and wrapped you both in his comforter.

"Goodnight," he says, kissing the top of your head and laying to rest.

***

You didn't know how or why you did it, but you did.

You were walking toward the Outer Banks bridge that separated Figure 8 from the cut. You didn't know where you were going, but you let your legs lead. 

While trekking, you heard a vehicle approach and slow down behind you. Pausing, you take a breath preparing to face Rafe's wrath, but to your surprise, it was Ether. 

"Hey, hun, do you need a ride?"

Stunned at how things turned out, you immediately climbed into the car before she started driving away. 

"How are you feeling? She asked. 

"Better than before," you shrugged. 

She nods 

"I visited you at the hospital a couple of times, you know." her voice cracks, "I felt so terrible,"

"Why?" you asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I left you there with that man. I didn't even stay to make sure everything was safe,"

"You had no way of knowing. No one expects a father to do what he did to me." you glance over to catch her sniffle. "You didn't do anything wrong," you reassured her. 

She nodded, trying to accept your consolation, but you could tell she was having difficulty through the cloudiness in her eyes. 

"I heard you're staying with the Camerons now?" 

As butterflies explode through your chest, you feel a drop in your stomach. You nod, confirming her assumption. 

"Where are you headed?" she says, a valid question since we were getting close to the bridge. 

"The County detention center," you respond. It just came out with no thoughts or reason. 

"Isn't that where HE is?" she asks. 

"Yea, I have a few questions for him." 

She nods. "Does. Rafe know?" she asks. 

This has your attention. 

"Why would Rafe need to know?" you ask. 

Did she think you needed Rafe's permission to do things independently? If she did, you were insulted. 

"I just thought, with yall dating and all, he wouldn't want his girlfriend walking to the detention center, especially after her accident. 

"He'll be fine," you say, turning your head back to the road. 

The drive feels long and quiet. 

Ether offers you a ride back when you get to the Center, but you shoo her away. You might even return to the Cameron Mansion. You needed to figure out what you were planning to do afterward. 

Going inside, you put in your request to see your father. They required some ID, and seeing as you didn't have any on you, you managed to convince the lady behind the counter to let you see him anyway, saying it would be the only time you would come to visit. 

Outer banks were a small world, so she already knew who you were without needing ID. She probably thought you were saying goodbye, and she might be right. 

***

He looked terrible, eyes bloodshot, bruised face, and hair disheveled, like the devil ran him through a dryer. 

"Hi," you say. 

"What do you want?" he asked as if somehow you were a nuisance. 

"I want to know why you did it?" you asked.

"Did what?" he responds.

"Everything," 

You knew what he was trying to do but were long past humoring any of his antics.

"Your mother tried to leave me,"

"So you killed her?" you asked. "Wow, way to keep her around." 

"I didn't want to kill her, I just needed her to be quiet, and next thing I know, she stopped moving."

Tammy wasn't a good mother; you weren't very close, and she was too preoccupied with her narcissistic-driven missions to love you as a daughter. But that didn't stop your heart from breaking for her. 

"And what about me?" 

He sighs. "I had no intention of laying a finger on you," 

You squint your eyes at him, and he could tell you didn't believe him. 

"I'm serious. Ward and Rafe came over that morning and said they wanted to hang out, so we went down to the bar and had a time," he starts your breath, leaving your body at the mention of the father-son duo. 

"They had mentioned something about always wanting to have my company but never having the time to do so." he nods. "Even saying how they never would since you were leaving," 

The pieces were slowly coming together. 

"We talked a bit and snorted a few lines before going our separate ways." he put his elbows on the table before him, covering his face in shame. "I remember sitting there just stewing at the thought of you just up and leaving me." for the first time since you'd gotten there, he found the courage to look you in the eye. "Were you really gonna leave me without saying anything?"

"Yes," you answered. There was no need to sugarcoat anything with him. 

He nods as if he understands where you are coming from. "As soon as you walked through that door, that was it. It was like my body moved on its own."

Rafe and Ward had instigated the attack, but why would they go so far. 

You got up to leave, but your father grabbed your arm. 

"No touching," a security guard yelled, and he immediately let go. 

"I love you, and I am so sorry,"

You purse your lips, contemplating what to say next. "I'm sorry too," walking away and leaving him to deal with his own mess. 

"You couldn't say you felt terrible, but you didn't feel good either. It's like you were on an island of indifference, and frankly, it scared you. 

When you stepped outside, you saw Rafe leaning against his truck, arms crossed and a tense look on his face. 

When you saw Ether get on her phone during one of the stoplights, the thought of her messaging Rafe about you had crossed your mind, but you thought nothing of it.

You walk over to him and place your forehead on his chest. You could tell he was shocked by how staggered his movements were when he wrapped his arms around you. 

"He told me what you and Ward did." 

There's a long pause as he chooses his following words carefully.

"I didn't know he would hurt you the way you did, otherwise-"

"Otherwise, what?" you look up from his chest, annoyed by his words. "You would have done it yourself?" 

"I would never-" 

"BUT YOU DID!" You screamed. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. "If you hadn't met with him that day, I would have never gotten hurt. Don't you feel bad at all?"

"I'm sorry you had to get hurt, but I have no regrets because now you're here with me."

You sigh, moving away from him to climb into the truck. 

He climbs into the driver's side once he confirms you're strapped in and drives off, heading towards your own prison. 

***

That night as you're lying in his arms,  you stay awake thinking about your situation and the information you'd learned. 

You suddenly felt Rafe's fingers tracing patterns along your back, thinking nothing of it until you feel him push them under your top. 

You look up to find him staring at you, a cloudiness stuck to his eyes. 

Using his other hand, he grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss. You expected another makeout session for the night as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, moving you onto your back before placing himself on top of you. You weren't surprised because he'd usually have several throughout the night. His hands were everywhere as he groped and fondled you, moving your clothes around so he could have better access.

Realization settled in as he pushed into you, no warning. Air pushed out of your lungs, making breathing difficult, but he kept his lips glued to yours. 

He gave you a moment, letting you get used to the stretch, but his hands still moved around, trying to touch every inch of you. 

It wasn't long before he started rocking his body back and forth, forming a rhythm of lust as he concentrated on the ensuing pleasure. Your nipples perk as he rubs his chest against them while he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight against him. 

You could fight back, but you were just too tired,

It was so much easier to just give in.

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Dragonfly (Chapter 6 Final Chapter)

Subtle Dark! Pope Heyward x Mildly Naive! Reader

WARNING: Dubious Consent, Subtle Manipulation. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: Sex had always been painful for you, but you had been reassured that the pleasure would eventually come.  On one particularly frustrating night, you find comfort in the arms of your neighbor Pope Heyward, who offers his assistance with your little problem. Will it work? Or will you be ruined by Pope's selfish alternative motives?

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Start over?

Was she out of her fucking mind?

I didn’t put so much work and effort into breaking down her psyche, just so that she could build a resistance against me.

The plan was to give her a few days to sit on the break, and stop contacting her until she fell apart and came crawling back. Then I’d welcome her back with open arms. In the meantime, I thought it would be a good Idea to alienate her from her friends. It doesn't take much to pit the girls of outer banks against one another. I learned that from Sarah and Kie.

I just ‘ran into’ them at the beach, and told them that me and my little Dragonfly had fallen into some difficult times and she may be running to them for comfort. I may or may not have mentioned that this was usually something she’d do when I wasn’t available to her. 

The look on their faces was priceless. Dragonfly’s friends were usually cool people, but like most people, it doesn’t take much to push out a misunderstanding like being second place to your ‘friend's’ boyfriend. 

It wasn’t necessarily something that I cared to do, but she had pissed me off by asking for space. I wanted her to feel small, pathetic, and lonely. So when she came back, I’d be all she had left. 

Dragonfly had been mine long before we started our little escapades. I always knew about her sexual strife. Billy Jo couldn’t keep his mouth closed about it, saying he couldn’t even finish because she was in so much pain. I’d never wanted to kill someone so badly, but I kept it to myself. 

The second time was at a party, I watched her go upstairs with someone and although not my best moment, I followed and listened. To my absolute delight, I could hear nothing but her strangled cries before she began begging her partner to stop, which he did, and proceeded to ask what was wrong with her. 

The third time I overheard a conversation she was having with her friends at the wreck.

I realized there was a problem, so I began researching issues that might make sex hurt, which was how I came across vaginismus. It was a long shot, but if my intuition was accurate, it would definitely be the thing I needed to make her mine, it didn’t hurt that her self-esteem was shot down a bit.

My moment arrived when she came home crying. She was dressed like she’d just come from a date, so I knew a failed sexual encounter had occurred.

I had to push a bit to get her to open up but, it ultimately worked, in no time at all I had introduced her to the concept of vaginismus and waited for her to bite when she realized that I may actually be able to help her.

I could have just gotten her set of dilators and had her stretch her vaginal muscles independently, but where was the fun in that. I didn’t just need her to be cured, I needed her to be mine. From my understanding, there were two aspects of sex that caused vaginismus to be so painful. Mental, because she didn’t trust her partners to take care of her, and physically her vaginal muscles just had difficulty getting used to penetration.

I first established a connection with her, I needed her to get used to the idea of being with me, both socially and sexually. The kisses, the hugs, the dates that she refused to acknowledge as dates. 

When people first started mentioning the idea of us dating, she would immediately correct them. She always made sure to confirm with me that our arrangement was just an arrangement, and don’t get me started on how stiff she was when I showed her any kind of affection. It was frustrating, but expected, the key here was patience, and I had a lot of it to spare.

As the days wore on, she became used to the idea of being with me. She didn’t correct people when they called us ‘lovebirds’, or any other variation. Started returning my affections, albeit reluctantly, and most importantly, she was adamant about starting the most sexual part of the “treatment”.

I was definitely ready to get started but I needed to test my theory. So I ghosted her for a day, if she had gained any attachment to me, it would show one way or another. I had a University interview on the day I chose so I was dressed in business formal. The interview went well, and my father and I decided to go out for the momentous occasion. I got a bouquet of flowers, and my father smirked as if he knew a secret, but for now I just kept everything to myself.When I got home, I set back to my plan.

I found a Pure Vanilla body oil a while back, it was her favorite scent, if all worked well, and I managed to get sexual with Dragonfly, this would be the scent I used every time we got busy. 

Why? Because of classical conditioning. If she had a pleasant sexual experience every time I smelled like Vanilla, overtime, she would get aroused every time I wore this scent. I dabbed the oil along my skin, and grabbed the bouquet heading right next door.

The results were better than expected. 

I more or less expected her to chide me for disappearing on her, but instead she jumped into my arms and kissed me. I’ve never had a boner form so quickly, my plan was working. It was time for her to experience sexual pleasure. We quickly moved to her bedroom, and I immediately started devouring her cunt. It was honestly the best experience that I’d ever had and as expected she was as delicious as I had imagined and I couldn’t help but to savor every moment of the experience.

When her pussy spasmed and I started to feel warm juices gush forth, drenching my tongue with her nectar, I knew I had her. 

I didn’t know for sure, but I think that was probably the first orgasm that she had shared with someone else.

Since then, with calculated precision, I’d partake in feasting on the nirvana between her legs. I couldn’t do it every day because I didn’t want her to get used to it, but I needed to do it often enough to invade her mind. In the meantime, I would stick my fingers inside of her to get her used to penetration. When I got up to 3 and her muscles relaxed around my fingers, it confirmed she was ready physically, but I didn’t have her 100%.

I needed her to get closer before I could snatch her up, to my suprise, she does begin reciprocating my oral satisfactions, and seems to actually enjoy it. Results became more favorable when she saw me playing around with Kie and threw the cutest tantrum. She tried to keep it to herself but couldn’t hold back when I wrapped her in my arms. So imagine my surprise, when I received a text from her that she wanted space. I was furious at her audacity to ask. But I allowed it, she didn’t need to see that part of me, besides, a little separation could be more beneficial to me than naught.

I couldn’t help following her around town though, I watched as her friends snubbed her with a smirk on my face, knowing the seed I had planted had been a success. I followed her around town, as she moved aimlessly, and if my hypothesis was correct, lonely. 

Amidst my Dragonfly watching I spotted Rafe and LadyBug walking side by side, with Rafe’s arm tightly wound around her neck, and it looked like he was dragging her somewhere. I would have followed them but I was more worried about Dragonfly. Little did I know Ladybug would disappear a week later, but that's neither here nor there.

On the fourth day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I put on some Vanilla as a safeguard and went to climb up her window, and into her room when she greeted me nude, soon finding distraction  in looking for a robe when I mentioned it. 

It was disappointing to say the least. 

When she started speaking, I decided to make a choice, it was now or never. This wasn’t the first time Dragonfly had given pushback, but it was the longest pushback she had ever given. I couldn’t risk the next one being longer than this. And if this didn’t work, I could always become rich and lock her in my basement.

She was about to say something, and I immediately cut her off with a kiss. She tried to reject me, but I simply pressed her  a bit harder. I knew she was ready, she was always ready, but this moment was to establish her dependency on me.

As I pushed into her, I paid heed to her reaction. At first she gave a pained look, which had me a bit worried, but then it twisted into curiosity. I asked if she was ok, and it seemed like she wanted to stop, but she allowed me to keep going. 

The symphony of moans that left her mouth had me in ecstasy, when she wrapped her legs around my waist and tightened I got a bit feral. 

My little experiment was a success, I just needed to settle it once and for all, and I did with a simple.

“I love you”

Just as she reached her peak she called my name and said it back.

“I love you too.”

I had her.

She was mine now, and I  had no intention on letting her go.

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Shackled (Chapter 11)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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It’s been a few months since your little heart-to-heart with Rafe, and although you can’t say he’s done a complete 180, some changes were definitely made. 

He decided to get more involved with Cameron Development, occasionally running off somewhere to help Ward with what you assumed was supposed to be business. 

Ward started him off with administrative duties, and Rafe was initially insulted. Still, you had to remind him that everyone has to start somewhere, and with his track record, it made sense that Ward would give him something light. 

As time moved on, Rafe moved fast. However, you didn’t realize just how intelligent and meticulous he was. Rafe wasn’t stupid, he just made bad decisions.

Ward never gave up on Rafe because he knew and understood his son's true potential. Rafe, however, shared with you that he had no intention of staying with Cameron development, it was always more of Sarah’s thing. 

No, Rafe wanted his own business, which he created and developed. 

In the meantime, it was nice to earn his own income, and you found that he spent a lot of that income taking you out on dates and buying you lovely things, which made you nervous.

It felt like you needed to remind him of the true nature of your relationship. He would state his awareness, but it didn’t stop him from getting upset whenever it was mentioned. 

He got irate when you tried to give him back the gifts. One gift that really set him off was a silver necklace with an ‘R’ charm hanging from it. Going on a 15-minute rant about how you were probably sleeping with other people before eventually stating that it was only temporary and that you could give it back once your relationship ended. So you took it if only to appease him. 

Outside of his little outbursts and rants, everything was going great. You were almost happy in Outerbanks, you still planned to leave, but you realized you weren’t as tired of life as you were before, And a big part of that had to do with Rafe. 

Maybe that's why you felt so comfortable telling him about the secret stash under your bed or about your connection with Kelly, the sex worker turned banker. You hadn’t told him about your weekend work at Misty’s Lounge or the late nights selling drugs to college kids, but you were seriously considering it. 

Until he fucked it all up. 

***

Like any other Friday morning, Rafe dropped you off at the ferry, and you noticed his behavior was a tad strange that morning. Still, you didn’t think it had anything to do with you. When you got to the mainland, you took to your stops as usual, first the bank to meet with Kelly, who let you know that you’d reach your goal in no time. 

Then you went shopping for a bit, it was odd though because you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You decided not to get anything and headed straight to Misty’s Lounge. Spending the next few hours on your phone before getting ready to work. 

Unfortunately, when your set was on, you realized exactly why the day felt off. Rafe sat smack dab in the middle of the patrons watching the stage. You did your best not to fumble and carried on with the show. Pretending like he was just another part of the sea of customers. 

 You didn’t know if he could recognize you with the wig and all the glitter, but your question was answered when you were called to a private room as soon as you were done with your set. 

You reluctantly stepped in, your steps unsure. 

“ Don’t get shy on me now. Close the door and show me what you got.” a smirk was plastered on his face,  but the anger behind his eyes was evident. “So this was your infamous weekend job?” he asked. “Never would have guessed.”

“What are you doing here?” you ask, folding your arms over your middle.

He peeped at the movement and opted to walk toward you. You try not to back away, holding your ground as he approaches. 

“ I should be asking you that.” he bends his body a bit to meet you eye to eye.

“It’s a job, Rafe,” you say. 

“Right!” he quickly straightens his back “ A job where you get naked for other men despite having a boyfriend,”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” you retort

He pulls his hands from his pockets and clenches them near your face before dragging out an index and poking your nose. 

“But I am.” he takes a breath and walks away for a moment. “You think I spend all this time with you, buy all these things for you, and help you with your stupid fucking chores because we’re fuck buddies?”

“I was hoping,” you admitted “ You kept pushing, and I needed the help,” it was true when Rafe offered to help you, something in the back of your mind told you not to give in, but you were tired. It’s why you kept reminding him, but you should have known Rafe already had his own rules.

“You’re quitting,” he says 

“What?”

“You’re quitting. Tonight. Grab your shit, and let's go home. No more Bunny Dee,” he grabs your hand, but you pull away. 

“No.”

“Excuse me,”

“I said no, I'm staying here getting my cash, then I’m headed to my side gig. Not everyone can afford to quit their jobs, Rafe.”

“ I’ll take care of you,” he retakes your hand, this time holding on when you try to pull away.

“I don’t want that -you know what, this is over,” you pull away again and walk towards the door, leaving Rafe shocked in the middle of the room. This was the time to end this Rafe had crossed a line, and if you allowed him to get away with it, you don’t know how much farther he would take it. 

Just as you open the door, he bristles behind you.

“If you walk out, you’ll regret it,” he says 

You look back, “I don’t think I will,” slamming the door behind you knowing Sam was going to be pissed that you didn’t get any tips from the private room. 

***

You were surprised that Rafe had left a hefty tip before leaving. Unfortunately, he was sorely mistaken if he thought that would make you forgive him. 

You finished your work weekend, and when you were dropped off by the ferry Monday morning, Rafe was nowhere to be found. You were back to your old ways, tackling chores throughout the week so you didn't overwhelm yourself, taking public transport everywhere and trying to avoid passing out in public. 

Weeks of doing this almost had you calling Rafe to apologize, but you had to stand your ground, besides you’d be leaving soon anyways, so it’s good that you and your boy toy went your separate ways. 

Imagine your bewilderment when you spot Ward leaning against his vehicle as you struggle to carry a load of laundry up the road to your home. 

“My Dad’s not home at the moment, but I’ll tell him you came by,” you put the laundry down on the porch and begin sifting through your bag for your keys.

“I’m not here for your father,” you pause and look back to give Ward a confused look.

“Then why are you here?” squinting your eyes in his direction. 

"Listen, I'm sorry for everything that went down during dinner."

"That was months ago,"

"I know, but you must understand where I was coming from. I love my kids and want nothing but the best for them,"

"Well, you don't have to worry about Rafe and me anymore. We're over," damn, where were your keys. 

"That's why I'm here," 

You finally find them, but as you try to pull them out, they fall to the ground. Before you can think to reach for them, Ward is already at your feet, picking them up.

"What do you want, Ward?"

"I didn't realize how much of a positive impact you really had on Rafe, and he's taking this breakup pretty hard," he holds on to the keys, " I think you should give him another chance. Whatever happened between you two couldn't have been that bad."

"It was a breach of trust. Can I have my keys back?" you held your hand out, waiting for them to be placed. 

"I'm sure he didn't mean it," 

You kept quiet as you continued to hold your hand for your keys, you're not sure why he sent his father to do his bidding, but it was pathetic. 

Ward nods and hands your keys, dropping them to the right before they reach your fingertips. This time making no move to pick them up. 

"You know, I'm starting to realize that I don't need Charlie around as much. I was doing a few budget cuts and thought I could start with him." 

You pick up your keys and shrug your shoulders. He didn't realize that you were at a point where you no longer needed your father. You'd be buying your plane ticket in about 2 weeks, and it was bye-bye Outerbanks, forever.

" Do what you need to do." you step in, pulling in your laundry bag.

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can i request a rafe x pogue reader where reader drunk calls rafe about how hot he is and how sheddefinetely give it to him anytime he wanted it and rafe holds her to her words

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Part 2

I'm not sure if you wanted it to be smutty or dark, so I decided to teeter the line a little bit, I hope you enjoy

Warning: Undertones of Dubious Consent, mentions of bullying, maybe light stalking. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: You find your spine and give Rafe a piece of your mind

Your mind was fuzzy, and your vision blurred as you stumbled down the beach, the kegger raging behind you. Definitely a good time all around, but you were feeling lonely. You’d been feeling lonely for a while. It didn’t help that all your friends were paired up, and you were just along for the ride.

Speaking of your friends, you’d been walking the beach for about 20 minutes looking for them, but you couldn’t find them. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts, hoping they didn’t ditch you. And you stumble across a name you haven’t seen for a while.

Rafe

Why was Rafe’s number in your phone?

Back in high school, some might say that you might’ve had the tiniest crush on him, and you took it as soon as you got the chance to get his number.

You’ve never called, but it was exciting, knowing that you could have the number of someone as unattainable as Rafe. As time passed, your crush dwindled, especially when you realized that you might not be his cup of tea. Of Course, you were disappointed, but you had no intention of putting yourself in such an undesirable situation.

Unfortunately, you called with the alcohol in your system and the desolation in your heart. You pressed his name and called. You were optimistic he wouldn’t answer, yet to your surprise, the phone clicked, and he responded on the other side of the line.

“Hello?” he asks, his voice deep with a bit of drag.

You don’t say anything, your confidence dwindling until you realize he has no idea who you are.

“Hi,” you squeak, unsure of what to say. Why did you call him anyways?

“Do you need something?” he asks.

“Yes, actually,” you clear your throat, trying to even out your voice. “You are the hottest person I’d ever laid eyes on. Why are you such an asshole? You literally have it all.”

“Are you Drunk?” he asks. You realized there was a bit of a slur to your speech, but you stopped caring, throwing caution into the wind, “ Do you understand the things I was willing to let you do to me?”

“What?” he asks

“Anytime, anywhere, but no, you don’t fuck with pogues.”

“Where are you?” he asks, an edge to his voice.

“ No, fuck you, I’ll just take this pogue pussy somewhere else, and I hope you get a permanent limp dick.” you hang up immediately. Bursting into a fit of giggles as if you’d just heard the funniest thing in the world.

You look around at the emptiness surrounding you; a moment of clarity hits, your actions settle with you, and you first cringe. Then panic sets in when you realize who you just called.

But all tides over when you realize he doesn’t know you, and that was the first time you’d ever called his phone. As long as you didn’t Call again, you would be fine. Walking back up the beach towards the kegger, you decided that your friends had dumped you, so you would have to walk home.

Maybe you should stop going to these things; when you didn’t have anyone else to distract you, you tended to do stupid and impulsive things while drunk.

A truck pulls up next to you as you navigate the road, trying to get home in one piece. You ignored it and kept going, hoping that a serial killer wouldn’t try to abduct you.

The windows roll down, and a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Hey,” you look up to see who it is, and it’s none other than Rafe mother-fucking Cameron.

“You need a ride?” he asks.

You look around. It was just you and Rafe.

“Um, I don’t think-” you start.

“Come on, I promise I won’t hurt ya?” he says “just let me take you home.”

You weren’t sure if you should get in, especially since you’d just got done prank-calling the man. But you didn’t want to walk down the long road alone.

“You promise?” you ask, your voice small and weak.

“ I promise,” he replies, a smirk on his face.

You get in, maybe if you don’t talk too much, he won’t recognize your voice, and you won’t have to worry about him finding out who you are.

As he starts driving, you give him your address, but about 10 minutes in, he swerves his truck off the road and shuts it off.

You watch as he undoes his belt before asking, “What are you doing?”

“You said anytime, anywhere, babe.”

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 19)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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@sophiexoxo-lol @magnificantmermaid

Notes: Guess what you guys? This is the second to final chapter, we are almost done. And I'd like to thank everyone who's supported this series. I truly appreciate it, and I hope you stay for any future series to come along. I am truly grateful.

The side of your face is pushed into the mattress, and your back is arched unnaturally. Rafe at your rear, fucking you at a sinful pace as he holds your arms behind you. Keeping your movement restricted and at his mercy. 

The room is quiet save for your whimpers, his occasional grunts, with your skin slapping against each other.

Rafe was like a man depraved with how he took you the night before and continued to take you well into the morning. Only stopping to rest and recharge, and as soon as you closed your eyes, he would have you up and contorted into a new position to take him.

As you climax again, you tighten around him, and with a final push, Rafe lets out a heavy grunt before spilling his seed inside you. You finally collapse, unsure if you can take much more of this, blinking as you spot the sun peeking through his curtains. 

You sigh and collapse into the bed as he lets you go, pulling you into his chest as his fingers drag along your back. 

Exhaustion overtakes you as your eyes close, and you fall into a deep slumber. 

It's noon when you wake up, and Rafe is fully dressed, at his desk, with his phone in his hand. You carefully move to sit up, your muscles screaming as the soreness overtakes your senses. 

You hear his footsteps before you feel his arms wrap around you. Before you know it, he's trapped you into a make-out session, and as you think it escalates, you pull away.

"I need a break," you push a hand against his chest, hoping he'll take the hint and leave you alone. 

He stares for a moment before saying ok. 

But he doesn't move away, moving further into the bed and pulling you into his lap. 

"I think this is the perfect opportunity to discuss my terms," he says.

You give him a questioning look. 

"Remember when you were at the hospital, and I promised to foot your bill and take care of you if you returned the favor?"

"Oh," you slightly lift your head as the memory rushes back. 

"What I did for you was a pretty big fucking deal, so the return needs to match up… you understand that, right?" he looks at you, waiting for you to agree. 

"What do you want, Rafe?" you press. 

"Kids,"

You quickly perk up, ignoring the resistance in your muscles.

"Five, actually. I want a big family," he pulls you closer. "With you playing the dutiful housewife and mommy,"

You try to pull away, but he doesn't let you. "We have to get married first, of course, so when I get down on one knee and ask, the only thing that should come out of your mouth is yes."

"I don't want kids, Rafe," you say.

"Well, I do, and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters," he smirks, triumph lacing his words. 

Your stomach drops, and anxiety and panic shoot through your nerves. Rafe notices and decides to offer some consolation. 

"You can still travel and live your life to the fullest. We can do it together, and when we have the kids, we'll hire a nanny or something," he pulls your head toward his direction, "This could be a nice little arrangement for you too. You just have to cooperate," 

"I don't want kids. I don't want to bring children into this fucked up situation, and I don't want to get married, especially not to you." you try to pull away, but his hold tightens. Anger adorns his face.

"That's too bad because you can either be ok with this, or I can lock you in a fucking basement. The choice is yours; either way, I still get what I want." 

"Listen to me, Rafe,"

"You already agreed at the hospital,"

"I didn't realize this was what I was agreeing to,"

"Maybe, you should have asked a few questions before saying yes,"

"Rafe, listen!"

"No! We can do this the easy way or the hard way, I'm fine with both, but I'm not sure you'll be." he threatens. He stills for a moment watching your reaction before pulling you off of him and walking towards the door. "Get ready, breakfast is waiting, and Ward has a surprise for us."

He opens the door, and before he leaves, he turns back, "And please be on your best behavior."

You felt so helpless. You wanted to cry, but you knew it would be pointless. How long could you keep fighting before you get tired? Before Rafe started getting violent?

A tear escapes before you can think about it, and frustration slowly consumes you. 

You let out an anxious sigh before moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

What could you do?

***

Ward bought you a house. 

Correction, Ward bought Rafe a mansion. You knew better no matter how much Rafe insisted it was for you.

He also promoted Rafe to be district manager of Cameron Development, North Carolina division, as he worked on branching out to other areas.

Whatever that meant, you knew it couldn't be good for you. 

Now here you were, in a barely furnished home, thinking about what to order for dinner. It felt so dreadfully domestic. There was no way out, and you still needed to decide if you would give Rafe what he wanted. You'd have little choice in his eyes. But did you really have any fight left in you? 

Then it hit you. 

You didn't want to fight anymore. You wanted to relax on a beach with a long island in hand. Touring popular spots while eating exciting foods. You wanted to have hobbies and dance for fun, not for tips. 

Would falling into Rafe's whims be all that bad? It couldn't be much worse considering your position without him. 

It wouldn't be so bad to play along. He would get bored, and you may find yourself in a place where you can leave him. Hopefully, before the thought of any kids comes along.

For the first time in months, you felt hopeful. You decided that you didn't need to suffer. You could still get what you wanted. You just needed to do it from a different perspective. You needed to be as conniving and manipulative as Rafe. And although you were still determining if that were possible, you could still put in the effort. 

And with this newfound vigor, you decided to cook instead. 

When you guys moved to the mansion, Rafe gave you a new phone with a few pre-downloaded apps. A few food delivery apps, but there was one grocery delivery. He had an account linked already, so you just needed to order. 

Going all out, you make a full-course meal with red wine and a chocolate dessert. 

The shock on Rafe's face when he noted the dinner plates meticulously placed on a blanket on the floor. 

You didn't have a dining table yet, so you had to do a picnic style. 

You pulled him by the arm and had him put his suitcase down before seating him on the blanket. Pouring him a glass of wine before taking a seat yourself. 

You talked about many things while you both sat and ate and as your meal ended, Rafe decided he could not hold his question anymore. 

"What are you doing?" he asks. 

You had a few plates in your hands when he asked, "I'm cleaning up," you say.

"No, I meant, why did you do all of this," he gestures to the finished mess before him. 

You move to put the plates down on the island. "I thought long and hard about your demands and have decided to comply." you shrug.

"Why?" he asks. 

You move and stand in front of him before kneeling to his level, "Because I realized you're all I have left," you give him a quick peck on the lips, and as you peel back, he has a smirk on his face, as if he's earned a victory.

You move to kiss him, this time choosing not to pull away. Pushing him on his back and straddling his hips. 

Grinding against his hardening cock, he squeezes your waist in his hands. 

You pull back, 

"Hurry up and fuck me,"

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 17)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

Series Masterlist

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@sophiexoxo-lol

You were ok.

Rafe put in the work when he decided to nurse you back to health, and as grateful as you were for his help, you were just as unsettled being around him.

Which was how you found yourself sneaking out of the front door of the Cameron Mansion. You had no money and no way to get any farther than the entrance of Figure 8.

That is until you catch Sarah, walking out with her car keys in hand,  probably sneaking out as well, so you rush to her side as quickly as possible, frightening her.

"O my gosh, you scared me," she places her hand above her chest for emphasis, giving a deep breath before continuing. "Did you need something?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you were going to the cut?" you ask, looking back at the mansion.

"I was going to see John B." she nods.

"Would you mind taking me there as well?" you ask, looking back again when you thought you heard something.

"What about Ra-," 

You cut her off.

"Don't worry about Rafe. I feel like I'm suffocating here and was hoping to get out for a bit," she looks doubtfully at you. "I promise I'll be back before he notices. I just need to feel some freedom,"

"Ok," she says.

"Ok," you respond.

You had no reason to trust Sarah, Ward had already proven how much of a scumbag he was, and you didn't need any confirmations about Sarah. Sure, it felt like you could tell her, but with your luck, you didn't want to risk it. 

You both get into the vehicle, and she begins driving off.

During your weeks of recovery, Rafe never let you out of his sight, Ward allowed him to work from home, and he would only ever step out if he needed to do a visit. Which was rare, so he'd take you with him when he did one.

You fought against it initially, but realizing he wasn't giving you a choice, you begrudgingly followed along.

Amid your care, he constantly held, stroked, and fondled you. Forcing you to touch and feel him through his arousal. Always whispering promises of your physical reunion, saying that he couldn't wait to officially get his hands on you.

It was so jarring and uncomfortable to go through all of this, but then he'd go back to taking care of you, making sure you took your pills, keeping you well-fed and hydrated. He would be so gentle sometimes; it gave you whiplash.

Tomorrow would be one of your last appointments pertaining to the injuries caused by your father. You knew you would be given the ok, because you were ok. You could finally breathe without pain, your limp was basically nonexistent, and your face was completely healed. They had no reason to deny Rafe his need to have you.

Tonight was the only night where you had just enough freedom to escape your personal hell known as Rafe Cameron, and it was by pure luck.

He was under the influence when he walked out of the bathroom that night. You could tell through his slurred words and wobbly movements. 

You assumed he did a line while he was in there. 

When he came to bed, he started talking about work, Ward, Sarah, and even you.

He got you to pull on his cock, releasing himself in your hand, saying he couldn't wait to have you again before knocking out cold. An hour had passed before you realized this was the perfect opportunity to leave. So, you put on some clothes, pulled on one of his jackets to keep you warm through the cold, and stepped out.

As Sarah drove on the cut's main road, you waited a few moments before telling her to stop. Your house was still a couple of blocks away, but you would manage.

"You sure?" she asks. "I can just take you where you need to go."

"I'm sure. I'll see you later," you close her door and wave her off, waiting for her to leave before you walk toward your home.

It stood the same, the only difference being the police tape and the giant hole dug out in the backyard. You walk around to look in the hole, and your heart clenches.

You were sure they dug your mother out, and if you hadn't done anything to save your neck, you'd be buried beside her. You couldn't say you were surprised because your father did have his violent tendencies, and in terms of evidence, it worked against him.

Once the shock slips away, you try the back door to find it open. You didn't know what you would find, but you had to try.

***

An hour and a half later, you found 200 dollars and your father's truck keys. You got a small bookbag from your room and started packing from whatever was left behind when Ward and Rafe last came to get your things.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

You planned to return to Misty's Lounge and beg Sam for a set or two. You could stay with someone for a few days, then skip town as soon as you have made enough money.

You walked to the old beat-up Chevy, adjusting your seats and mirrors, as your nerved became unsettled. Of course, it could have been better, but you were pressed for time, on your own, and desperate. You just needed the plan to follow through.

The last time you drove a car was for a driver's test provided by your school. Since then, you haven't touched a wheel.

You take a deep breath before pushing in the key and turning it, the car sputtered and wheezed, but it didn't start. You tried a few times until all you heard was a click from the key turning.

You couldn't give up, you knew your dad had one of his battery starters in the garage. You'd seen him use it a few times, so you had an idea of how it worked. Maybe that was it, at least, you were hoping that was it.

When you found the battery starter, you turned it on to see if it worked, but the little screen remained blank. You sat after a few more times, turning the knob, and started wondering if it needed to be charged. 

You plug it into an outlet, and after a few minutes, the screen starts blinking.

Relief was flooding your chest, things were starting to look up. You let it sit while you looked around the house. It was just as you left it that night untouched until this moment. You glance at the microwave in the kitchen to watch how much time goes by.

When an hour passes, you unplug the starter hoping it's enough to give you what you need, just as you step onto the porch, you notice another truck parked next to the Chevy and figure walking up the path to your house. As soon light catches the face of the stranger, blue eyes flicker back at you, and you drop the starter rushing back into the house.

“Y/N!” Rafe yelled.

You move up the stairs, rushing to your father's room, it was the only room in the house with a deadbolt lock, and luckily for you, it was open. You quickly move inside, closing the door, not just latching the deadbolt but locking the handle.

You needed to find a way to get out. Looking toward the window, you could find a way to sneak to the starter and work on the Chevy while he was busy trying to open the door inside.

You heard the knob jiggling and started making your move.

"Y/N!" he starts. "Sweetheart, please open the door, or I'm gonna have to do this the hard way, and you'll pay for it if I do,"

He's met with silence as you carefully jiggle the lock on the window.

A sudden bang makes you jump, causing you to stare at the bedroom door. Another bang follows, causing you to jump again. This time the short head of an axe peeks through.

Of course, he had an axe. It had to be one of the two your father used for decorations in the hall. This man had to be the bane of your existence. 

You struggle to push the window up, but you manage and carefully climb out.

When you hop off the window from the other side, you land wrong, a sharp pain invading your ankle as it travels up your leg. You had to keep moving, limping toward the front door, grabbing the starter you'd dropped, and pushing yourself toward the Chevy. 

You heard the dull thumping of feet going down steps, and that was when you knew you were fucked, but you kept going. Something needed to give.

But nothing did.

You could hear Rafe's steps slow as he got outside, watching you struggle to carry the starter, an unamused chuckle pushing from his throat. Soon enough, he was behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pushed you against the Chevy.

"You're cute, you know that," he whispers into your ear. He grabs a handful of your ass before giving it a painful squeeze.

"I should fuck you right here for the trouble you've caused me." He moves his hand around to your front, palming your mound and squeezing it, grinding his hard-on into the crack of your ass as hard as he can.

"But we don't want any irreversible damage, now do we."

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 9)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

Series Masterlist

It’s been 6 weeks since you’ve last been home, and your weekly schedule has completely changed.

When Rafe comes to pick you up on Mondays, you do all necessary errands, chores, and repairs (it's why it’s his second most hated day of the week, the first being Friday). Bringing laundry over to his house to use his washer and dryer, then bringing it back over Tuesday morning.

Rafe usually insists on getting breakfast, maybe chilling at the beach or country club, or hanging out with Kelce and Topper, who were wary of you but eventually learned to tolerate your presence. It helped that Rafe got a little snippy whenever they copped an attitude with you.

Mary tried to contact you twice, but her passive-aggressive speech withheld a response from you.

But Ether seemed a bit more genuine; it looked like she got over the idea of you and Rafe being together and wanted the details of how it came about. You ignored her the first few times, but she was persistent, so you eventually gave in.

Since your rendezvous at the beach, Rafe had gotten a tad more clingy, constantly touching, holding, and kissing you as often as he could.

You have to beat him off with a bat to let you go to the mainland on weekends. He concedes but not without some kind of resistance. One week he threatened not to drive you to the ferry, eventually yielding when he realized you were willing to walk to the bus stop to get there.

He’s also gotten a bit braver with his public affection for you. He must have thought it was ok since the prominent people you were hiding from, Mary and Ether already knew.

You got a nickname from the younger pogues on the cut: Wannabe. The kooks just call you a gold digger. But not in front of Rafe, never in front of Rafe, considering how feral he gets whenever anyone insults you.

You can’t say the attention you’ve managed to garner up until this point wasn’t expected. However, you were still very much uncomfortable with it.

Since the beach, you’ve sort of just accepted everything that happens.

In very few words, Rafe admitted to being in your corner on this miserable island. Although you weren’t sure how much of that sentiment you could trust, you were willing to ride the wave until you fell off.

It was Tuesday, and Rafe was pulling into his driveway. You had just dropped off laundry at your father's house, surprised to find him on the couch snoozing, but you managed to get in and get out without waking him up.

The last time your father has been on the couch mid-morning, he’d just been fired by Ward Cameron, Rafe’s father. You were hoping that history wasn’t repeating itself.

“I was thinking we could order in some Chinese?” Rafe opens the front door allowing you to walk in ahead before closing it.

You shrug your shoulder, indicating your indifference, heading towards the kitchen for a drink of water.

“Hey,” he pulls you by the waist before you can get past the kitchen island to reach the fridge. “What's wrong?”

“My dad was home.” your voice low unsure of what to make of the situation.

Rafe cocks his head to the side in confusion “ So what?”

“Last time he was home Midday, he lost his job,” you clarify.

Rafe nods his head in understanding before lifting your body to place you on top of the island.

“Don’t worry, you could always stay with me?” he moves to situate himself between your legs.

“Can my dad stay with us too?” you ask, playfulness in your voice.

“No,” he said it with such finality you didn’t know how to respond.

His face softens before he moves to plant licks and kisses along your neck. His hands creep around your waist before he squeezes and pulls you closer. Shifting his mouth down towards your cleavage.

You can feel the mood accelerating before something catches the corner of your eye. It was a bookbag, covered in sparkly accessories, sitting on the sofa in the living room. It could blend in with the modern decor of the space it occupies.

The bookbag could be considered juvenile, and where there were youthful objects, there were juveniles. You could feel a drop in your stomach when you realized what might be happening.

“Rafe,” you whisper, trying to catch his attention.

He moans before moving his fingers underneath your top.

You place your hands over his own to stop him.

“Rafe!” you repeat. “I think someone is here.”

At this, he lifts his head, and you point in the direction of the book bag. It takes him a minute before he notices his fingers twitch against your skin as if contemplating whether or not he should continue.

“She could’ve just left her stuff and gone back out.” he shrugs.

“No, she’s home,” an unknown voice chimes.

Rafe quickly removes his hands from under your shirt but doesn’t move to let you off the island.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school in something?” waving a hand around to emphasize the disruption of her attendance.

“ School let out early today,” she says. “Hi, I’m Wheezy.” she holds her hand for you to shake.

You awkwardly grab it, responding with your own name.

“Nice to meet you, Wheezy.”

You’ve never met with Rafe's family; you only ventured to shared spaces when they weren’t home. Otherwise, you were a recluse, coddled in the corners known as Rafe’s room.

“You’re Rafe’s girlfriend, right?”

Before you could fix your mouth to say no, Rafe quickly responded with a Yes. You almost get whiplash with how quickly you turn your head to look at him. But he pays you no mind as his youngest sister has most of his attention.

He finally backs away, pulling you off the island and letting go once you’ve settled on your feet.

“People have been talking about you a lot,” she says. “I never thought Rafe would be into pogues.”

“Wheezy!” Rafe hisses.

“Honest;y, neither did I, but here I am” you take a peek at Rafe, and it looks as though you offended him.

You give him a look before turning back to Wheezy, “so we were about to order some Chinese. Did you want some?”

“For Sure. Get me some extra wontons please,” she smiles before heading into the living room “can we watch a movie while we eat?”

“Whatever,” Rafe responds.

Wheezy hops on the couch, grabbing the remote and shifting through the apps on the television. You turn toward Rafe as he pulls out his phone, searching for the restaurant number.

“Why did you tell her I was your girlfriend?” your voice lowered so Wheezy couldn’t hear. You needed to know Rafe's reasoning before you embarrassed him in front of his little sister.

“What? Was I supposed to tell a 13-year-old that we’re fuck buddies?” he says

“No, but you didn’t have to lie and say we were in a relationship either.”

“Two randos just making out on a fucking island,” he dials the number putting the phone to his ear “trust me, it’s easier this way– Hey, I’d like to put in an order” Rafe walks away, making the order.

You look back into the living room to catch Wheezy staring at you before she quickly turns her head back to the TV.

You sigh.

It could be easier this way. It’s not like you bothered to correct Mary and Ether when they called you out at the country club. And people seem to be getting those vibes from you anyways. As long as Rafe knew what it was, you’d didn’t see a reason to correct it.

—

When it rains, it pours.

Wheezy seemed a bit wary of you at first but eventually warmed up to you throughout the movies and Chinese food.

Before you know it, Ward, Rose, and Sarah are walking in through the front door, and like a deer caught in headlights, you stand there waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Ward clearly isn’t happy, asking who you were and what you were doing in his house. This seemed to offend Rafe as he again claimed you as his girlfriend. The look on Sarah’s face should have been documented and placed in a museum labeled ultimate confusion.

Rose didn’t seem to mind you, though, asking you to dinner. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you respond with “Sure.”

What have you gotten into?

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Rafe Cameron (Drabble 1)

Warning: There are no sexual themes however this is preferred to mature audiences

Intense! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Summary: Rafe gets intense when the reader tries to put some distance between them  (This drabble may become a fic in the future, I'm not too sure, though)

Rafe was upset, and you didn't know why?

He'd thrown a party that you had no intention of going to, but somehow your friends, if you could call them that at this point, managed to convince you to show up.

For a moment, you found yourself enjoying the music with a drink in your hand and your eyes closed, relishing in the energy and vibes the party gave.

For a moment

As soon as you opened your eyes, Rafe had taken up space right in front of you, staring you down as if you didn't belong.

Before you know it, he's grabbed your arm, pulling you upstairs, roughly shoving you into his room, closing the door before facing you, expectation adorning his face.

"Why haven't you been answering my calls?" he asked, an edge to his voice.

Upon closer inspection, you notice his pupils were ridiculously dilated, that paired with his sweatiness and an occasional twitch, led you to one conclusion: Coke.

"I didn't think I had to," You answered.

"Why the fuck not?"

"I'm confused, Rafe, you're the one that ended things, and for some reason, you still expect me to stick around?" you squint your eyes in agitation at his behavior.

"Look! For some stupid reason, things haven't been going well for me since you left" his voice began to waver.

"I'm sorry for whatever it is you're going through, but that's not my problem" you moved to leave, but he quickly blocked your path.

"Rafe, please" you cross your arms over your chest.

A short silence takes over, and the look on Rafe's face tells you he's trying to figure out a way to make you stay.

"Remember the first time you came into my room; we both smoked some weed and started making out" a smirk pulls at his mouth before he bites down on his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes at the reminiscence on his face, but he had a hand to your neck before you could even think to respond. Fear flashed before you, and you instantly made to grab his hand, but it wasn't budging.

"I knew you were a Pogue, but I didn't care because I just loved how you felt," he said, his face pulled up as close as possible, his lips pulling his breath against yours.

"I know you're a Pogue" he pulled you closer to his face, your hands still occupied against your neck. "But I just can't seem to make myself care."

He pulled you into a kiss, and unlike Rafe himself, it was surprisingly soft and gentle. As he pushed his tongue into your mouth, he removed his hand from your neck, placing it on the back of your head, forcing you deeper into the kiss. His other arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing as if trying to pull you closer than you already were.

He pulls away, staring into your eyes.

"You belong to me, always have, and always will."