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[lustrafe]

Rafe Hitting it Raw

W. Fem!reader, rafe doesnt wear a condom, lots of sex

Rafe had been begging you for weeks on end, just one chance to feel your gummy walls without a flimsy rubber separating you two.

When you finally give in to his begging, Rafe can’t help but push you back onto the pillows on the bed. His mouth starts at the crook of your neck, nipping and biting the smooth skin using his experienced hands to drag off your pants, bringing your panties down along with them. A quiet gasp escapes your lips as you feel cold air hit your soaked clit.

Rafe dips his hands in between your legs, feeling the slick gathering on his fingers as he drags them through your folds. Pulling back rafe unbuckles his own pants, the tight material around his hardened member was no longer able to ignore.

Your eyes are trained on his bulge, the tip of his cockhead springing out and slapping his lower abdomen. Rafe adjusts himself once more, so his arms are on either side of you and his larger frame is hovering over you.

You can tell Rafe’s desperate by the way his pupils are dilated, and his labored breaths seem to get heavier and heavier. Rafes left checking to make sure you're comfortable before he eases his angry red tip inside.

A long groan leaves Rafe’s lips, and a matching drawn-out moan from you. Your slick folds make way for Rafe’s girth, the fluttering feeling doing nothing but fueling Rafe’s intense need for you.

Your gummy walls struggle to accommodate Rafe’s bare length. The burn of the stretch is a line between pain and pleasure. Waiting a few seconds for you to get comfortable before slowly moving at a steady pace. The moans that leave your lips come from pure arousal and neediness. Rafe uses his mouth to shut you up on your own, muffling your moans with his experienced mouth. Rafe pulls away to lift your leg up and angles himself deeper inside of you.

Persuing a rough pace, Rafe can’t help but pant into the crook of your neck, a heavy grunt coming out every time your bare cunt squeezed deliciously around him.

You can feel a knot building in your stomach; a tell-tale sign that you're close, walls squeezing vigorously around rafes thick length, pulsing insides, giving rafe a reason to speed up into messy, sloppy thrusts, ones that go deeper than before making you tip over the edge, head tilting back and back arching from the intense pleasure rippling through your numb body, cunt squeezing tightily to encourage rafe to bury himself deep within in one final stroke.

The room smells like sweat and sex as you and Rafe take deep breaths to come down from your intense climax. And Rafe refuses to ever let his cock be separated from your walls by rubber again. 

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The unraveling of us

Rafe’s possessive and jealous behaviour leads you to question the relationship and one night goes too far.

Trigger warning // abuse, jealousy, possessive behaviour , violence. DARK.

This will be a series

You weren’t sure when Rafe’s love began to feel more like a cage. In the beginning, it had been intoxicating the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the room. His attention made you feel special, chosen. But as time passed, the intensity of his affection twisted into something darker, something suffocating.

You had always been a Pogue, one of the “lower” class on the island, and Rafe had always been the Kook. It didn’t make sense when you first got together. You had always been worlds apart he, with his money, his power, and his perfect life; you, with your friends, the laughter, the simple joys. But somehow, against all odds, it had started. And for a while, it felt like maybe he was different, maybe he’d see past the social divide between your worlds.

But it didn’t take long for the cracks to start showing.

It started with little things. He’d make snide comments about your friends, the Pogues. “Don’t hang out with them too much,” he’d say, voice dripping with superiority. “They don’t know how to treat you right.”

Then came the jealousy. The first time you caught him glaring at JJ, you thought you imagined it. But when it happened again, and again, you realized Rafe had a problem with anyone who so much as looked at you.

“Just… don’t talk to him, okay?” he’d say, his voice tight, watching as JJ cracked jokes from across the room. “He doesn’t respect you. He doesn’t care about you like I do.”

It didn’t take long before those comments turned into orders. He’d show up uninvited when you went out, glaring at your friends, making you feel like you couldn’t be anywhere without his eyes on you. He’d show up at the Tannyhill parties, always hovering close by, a constant reminder that you were his. And he made it clear that no one else could get too close.

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The night of the party, the tension between you and Rafe was palpable. The car ride over had been thick with silence. You had tried to talk about the things that had been bothering you, but he’d just brushed you off, the same dark glint in his eyes.

“Why do you always make this harder than it needs to be?” he muttered, his fingers clenched tightly around the steering wheel. “I just want you to be mine, Y/N. Why can’t you just be with me and forget about the rest of them?”

You had tried to argue, tried to explain that you loved your friends, that you didn’t need his permission to spend time with them. But it was no use. Rafe didn’t listen. He was too focused on controlling you.

The party was a blur. Music thumped in the background as you mingled, laughing with your friends. But every time you caught someone’s gaze, you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, burning a hole into your back. You could practically feel the possessiveness radiating off him.

JJ was the first one to approach you. His easy grin spread across his face as he handed you a drink. “You look like you’re surviving this chaos,” he joked, nudging you playfully.

“Just about,” you laughed, relaxing for the first time that night.

But then you felt it Rafe’s presence, looming behind you. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze was like a storm. His jaw clenched as he watched you and JJ laughing together, and you could see his grip on his drink tighten.

“Don’t talk to him, Y/N,” Rafe’s voice was cold, cutting through the lightheartedness.

You turned around, your heart sinking. “What?”

“I said, don’t talk to him,” Rafe repeated, his voice lower this time, dark and sharp.

JJ glanced between the two of you, raising an eyebrow. “Dude, relax. We’re just talking.”

“I’m not talking to you,” Rafe snapped, stepping closer to you. His eyes never left JJ, full of something dangerous.

“Rafe, please, stop.” Your voice wavered as you tried to step between them. But before you could reach him, Rafe grabbed your arm, yanking you toward him with a force that made your chest tighten.

“Don’t touch her, Rafe!” JJ’s voice was sharp, his stance protective as he took a step forward. “Get your hands off her!”

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a sneer. “You think you can just take her from me, JJ? You think you can have her? She’s mine.”

Your stomach twisted at his words. Mine. That’s what he always said, but you’d never felt more like something to be possessed than you did right now.

“Rafe, this isn’t you” you started, trying to pull away from his grip. But his hold only tightened, and you winced as his fingers dug into your skin.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Rafe hissed, his voice trembling with rage. “I can’t lose you, Y/N. I won’t.”

“You’re losing me right now,” you said, your voice breaking. “This isn’t love, Rafe. You don’t own me!”

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. For a moment, Rafe just stood there, his eyes wide, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Then, without warning, his fist flew toward JJ.

There was a sickening crack as Rafe’s fist connected with JJ’s jaw, sending him stumbling back into a group of bystanders.

“Stop it!” you screamed, trying to break free from Rafe’s hold, but he held you tightly, his grip unyielding as he glared at JJ, his chest heaving.

“You’re not going to take her from me,” Rafe spat, voice thick with jealousy and possessiveness.

“I don’t want her like this,” JJ groaned from the floor, wiping blood from his lip. “You’re destroying her, Rafe.”

Tears welled in your eyes, your heart breaking as the reality of everything you’d been ignoring finally hit you. You had let this go on for far too long. You had let Rafe’s obsession cloud everything. But tonight, it had gone too far.

“You don’t own me!” you shouted at him, voice trembling with fury. “I’m not yours to control! I’m leaving!”

Rafe’s face twisted with rage, his eyes wild as he reached out to grab your arm. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.

But the anger in his voice didn’t scare you anymore. You yanked your arm out of his grip, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned and ran out of the house, not caring where you were going, just knowing you couldn’t stay any longer.

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The cool night air burned against your skin as you fled the party. Your mind was clouded with anger and fear, the stinging words from Rafe replaying in your head. You didn’t know where to go, didn’t know what to do. But you knew one thing: you couldn’t stay at that party, not after what happened.

As you walked the streets, your thoughts raced, and you tried to ignore the panic bubbling up inside. You had to get away from Rafe. You had to get away from the suffocating grip he had on your life. But your feet carried you back to his house anyway, against your better judgment. Maybe it was the familiarity of it, or maybe the fear of what would happen if you didn’t.

You let yourself into the large, quiet house, the door creaking as you pushed it open. The silence felt oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building between you two for weeks. You told yourself you were just getting your things, that you’d leave for good this time. But even as you made your way inside, you knew you couldn’t escape him so easily.

And sure enough, there he was, standing at the foot of the stairs when you walked in, his jaw tight, his eyes cold.

“You thought you could just leave?” Rafe’s voice was low and filled with menace, every word dripping with danger. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. “I couldn’t stay there. You hurt him, Rafe.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, but you refused to back down.

“I hurt him?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, as if the very air between you two had thickened. “You think he respects you? You think you can just waltz in here and run off with someone like him, after everything I’ve given you? After everything I’ve done for you?”

His words felt like poison, but you tried to stand tall, trying to gather some semblance of courage. “You don’t own me, Rafe. You never did. I’m done.”

The words barely left your mouth when he was on you, his hand shooting out and grabbing your wrist, squeezing with a painful force. His grip felt like a vice, and for a moment, you thought you might not be able to breathe.

“Done?” he sneered, his voice low and dripping with malice. “You think you can just walk away from me like you’re some fucking saint? You think you can just break everything between us and get away with it?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he dragged you across the room, slamming you against the wall. The impact made your head spin, and you gasped, trying to pull yourself together. His eyes were cold, calculating, as if something had snapped inside him.

“Rafe, please let go,” you begged, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears. His face was twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation.

“Do you know what you’ve made me do?” he growled, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? I loved you, Y/N. I gave you everything. And you repay me by running off with him? With that?” He spat the words like venom.

“Rafe, stop it!” you cried, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re scaring me!”

His grip tightened on your wrist, pulling you closer to him, until your faces were inches apart. His breath was hot against your skin, and for a moment, it felt like the world had gone silent, just the two of you in the storm of his rage.

“You think you’re going to leave me, huh?” His voice was barely a whisper, and you could hear the venom in it. “You think you can have him, and forget about me? You think I’m just going to stand here and let you walk away like that?”

Your heart was racing. “Rafe stop!”

But he wasn’t stopping. His hand moved to your throat, gripping it with startling force, and you gasped, feeling the pressure against your windpipe. Panic shot through you, but Rafe’s eyes were wild, fevered with jealousy and anger.

“You think you’re leaving me?” he snarled, shaking you slightly, his other hand digging into your arm, bruising you. “No. You’re not going anywhere, Y/N. Not now. Not ever.”

You struggled beneath his grip, trying to pry his hand from your throat, but he was stronger than you, more furious than you had ever seen him.

“Rafe, please stop!” you begged, fear thick in your voice.

But there was no recognition of your plea. Only rage, possessiveness, and a deep, twisted sense of entitlement.

“You think I won’t hurt you?” Rafe spat, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he shook you again. “I’ll make sure you never forget that you’re mine!”

Suddenly, something snapped inside you. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, and with every ounce of strength you had, you brought your knee up into his groin.

He staggered back, gasping for air, his hand flying to his stomach.

“You think I’m yours?” you shouted, voice hoarse with anger. “You don’t own me, Rafe! You never did!”

Rafe’s face contorted with rage as he lunged at you again. “You little bitch!” He slammed his fist into your side, making you stumble backward, the force of it sending you crashing into the nearby coffee table.

Pain exploded in your ribs as you hit the ground, but you scrambled to your feet, your body trembling. You could taste blood in your mouth, and the fear inside you was growing this wasn’t just anger anymore, it was violence.

“Get the fuck off me!” you yelled, trying to push him away, but Rafe was relentless. He grabbed your hair, yanking you back by it, making you cry out in pain.

“You want to leave me?” he hissed through gritted teeth, dragging you backward across the floor. “You think you can just leave like everything’s fine? Like you didn’t belong to me?”

He threw you back against the wall with force, the back of your head cracking against it. A sharp pain shot through you, and for a moment, everything went blurry.

But you couldn’t give up. Not now.

Your hand found a nearby lamp, and with shaking hands, you swung it toward him. It crashed against his shoulder, and he howled in pain, stumbling back.

For a brief moment, you thought he might hesitate maybe, just maybe, he’d realize what he was doing.

But there was no slowing down. Rafe was a storm, and you were nothing more than debris in his path.

He grabbed you again, pulling you roughly toward him, his grip like steel, his eyes wild with fury. “You want to run away?” he growled. “You want to leave me? I’ll make sure no one ever touches you again. No one will ever love you like I do. No one will ever want you like I do. You’re mine, Y/N.”

You fought back, your heart pounding as you kicked and shoved, but his rage kept coming, relentless and dark. He pinned you against the wall, and for the first time, you felt truly trapped. The pain was unbearable, the suffocation of his control too much to bear.

You gasped for breath, your heart hammering in your chest. “I’m leaving, Rafe.” The words were barely a whisper. “And you can’t stop me.”

For a moment, his grip faltered, the haze of anger lifting for just a second, but then the dark glint returned to his eyes.

“No, you’re not,” he snarled, his voice venomous. “You’re mine. You’ll never leave me. Ever.”

The suffocating fear returned, but with it came a new resolve. You couldn’t stay. Not anymore. You couldn’t let him break you any longer.

Gathering every ounce of strength you had left, you shoved him off, running for the door.

“Don’t you dare leave!” he shouted after you. But you didn’t look back. You didn’t stop. You just ran, the sound of his voice following you as you fled into the night.

You didn’t know where you were going—but it didn’t matter. You were free.

And you were done with him.

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 5)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ overall warnings ; 18+ content, bad language, alcohol consumption, sexual teasing, jealousy, physical violence, kinda slowburn, unrequited love, eventual smut, cheating (not on each other!) , mention of sending nudes (obvi)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, alcohol consumption, jealousy, brief mention of physical violence

summary ; you hate rafe cameron. you’ve always hated the way he teases you. but for some strange reason, you can’t help but feel things when you’re around him. dangerous feelings that causes you to drunkenly send him your nudes. now he won’t stop until he makes you his.

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"Y/N? Is that you?" Jeremy calls your name, but his eyes aren't on you. They're on Rafe like a furnace about to explode. And you're not sure why you feel like protecting Rafe all of a sudden.

"Jeremy, fancy seeing you here," you try getting his attention. But he still doesn't glance at you, not even once. Nothing has changed with him, it seems. "Are you here with someone?"

That question makes his eyes wonder to you finally. "No, I asked you on Insta, remember? You didn't respond so I thought you ghosted me."

Probably because you were. You try not to roll your eyes. You really did. But you couldn't stop yourself. And when Jeremy takes note on that little gesture, he grabs ahold of your wrist harshly, trying to pull you closer to him. "Why'd you leave me for him, Y/N? I thought we were doing well."

His attempts at pulling you close to him are cut short when Rafe stops him. Rafe is pissed. How can this dude ignore you for years without so much as a text, and then expect you to run back to him?

If looks could kill, Jeremy wouldv'e been dead a long time ago.

"That was before you ghosted her to fuck another women, if I'm not mistaken."

You notice that he's playing the jealous boyfriend role a little too well. But that can't be right. You must be thinking way too deep into it.

"And she can talk for herself, if I'm not mistaken," Jeremy counters back, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

If you don't stop this now, things are going to get messy.

"Jeremy, just fuck off. I'm with Rafe now. But I'm sure you have plenty of girls to fuck tonight." Jeremy steps back in shock of your words. You're not used to speaking to him like that. You never have until now.

When you were together, you wanted to be the picture-perfect girlfriend. Never talking back and doing everything he told you to do. A part of you knew he didn't truly like you. But deep down, you wanted him to. It was your way of making him stay.

But as your relationship grew more toxic, and with countless times of him pulling away from you, the more you realised you didn't need to be that girl anymore.

You could be just as bitchy as you wanted. And nobody could change that.

"Fucking Pogue," Jeremy disses before making a huge scene and walking off. Not before tipping the tray that one of the waitresses was holding.

You felt bad for her, going over to help pick up the remnants of the broken glass from the floor. Rafe was quick to help too, kneeling down next to you. "Thanks." She smiles at you, and you return the gesture.

"No problem."

Rafe couldn't help how badly he wanted to kiss you. In this moment, he knew you were it for him.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" You laugh, trying to get his attention. Rafe was miles off, truly debating whether to kiss you or fuck the bet.

"N-nothing," he stutters. And that catches you off guard. Rafe's not one to stutter. Like, ever.

"Is the waitress your crush you've been talking about?" You conclude after putting the pieces together in your head. He was stuttering because he'd seen her there. "She's pretty."

Not as pretty as you, he thinks to himself.

Rafe wants to press his lips on yours, and show you just how wrong you are. But he takes the easier route instead. "Y-yes?" It's more of a question than a response. And he's surprised that you don't question him on the uncertainty in his voice.

He's not really sure how he's going to get out of this one. He hasn't met that waitress a day in his life. And it makes his skin crawl at the thought of another girl that isn't you.

You, on the other hand, feel a tad bit jealous. Of course the girl he likes had to be extremely gorgeous — and the complete opposite of you. "Let me give you some pointers."

Rafe is confused by your response. He kind of wanted there to be some indication that you were jealous. But you weren't giving him anything. Not that he could see of, anyway.

"Go ahead."

"Okay, first rule. Basic one, really," you start, and he's giving you his undivided attention. He's hoping that whatever you tell him will get you to like him back. "Don't be a dick. Girls don't like dickheads."

"Noted. Anything else?" he asks, pulling out the notes app on his phone.

"Hm, maybe show her you're serious. If you can't commit, then what's the point. And never keep secrets. That's like the most important rule."

Rafe knows he can't keep lying to you. And the thought of you hating him later on down the line makes his smile instantly drop.

Luckily for him, you don't notice the change in his reaction, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink you'd managed to snatch from one of the waiters. "But other than that, just tell her how much you like her. You won't know unless you try."

Tasting the beverage makes you want to puke, the vile contents hitting your throat. "This tastes fucking disgusting."

For the rest of the night, Rafe is on edge. How in the hell are you going to react to learning about the bet. He wishes that he'd never started it, but he's in too deep now.

He could've just told you how he felt from the start. Now he's complicated those chances.

"Wanna dance?" You ask Rafe out of nowhere, feeling like sitting down and doing nothing is starting to get boring.

You already know his response before he even opens his mouth. "No."

Just like that, he's shutting the idea down. But you're just as stubborn as he is. And he knows it too. "Come on, just one dance. I promise no one will think lesser of you for it."

He's about to decline again, before he catches a glimpse at the sparkle in your eyes pleading him to say yes. And he'd be damned if he ever said no to such a pretty girl.

"Just one, Y/N," he mumbles, almost incoherently as if admitting to wanting to dance was a sin. "And that's it."

"Totally," you say, not really meaning it.

He has no chance of backing out now as you lead him to the dance floor.

Rafe is just thankful that the song is a slow one, not really feeling like doing any other type. If it were, he'd probably just be stuck on the dance floor doing nothing but standing there like a fish out of water.

But with a slow song, he gets to wrap his hand around your waist while the other is embraced in yours. He gets to be close to you, and feel your head on his chest. Maybe saying yes was a good thing after all.

It makes him want to stay like this forever.

After the song ends and something upbeat plays, Rafe is quick to sit back down with you, hands still in yours. That is, until a drunken Jeremy rushes up to punch him in the face.

And his hands are taking multiple swings at Rafe's face, your once connected hands not so connected anymore. The motion gives you whiplash, and you're forced to witness it from the sidelines, fear creeping in.

What the fuck is happening?

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Brat II Rafe Cameron

Author: @anonymous0writer​

Request: Yes! @jayjaymaebank​ really out here giving me these smutty requests lol. 

“nothing like talking back to rafe and he fucking choke slams me to the bed and he’s like “so you wanna be a little brat huh ill show you a little brat” 

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Swearing. a tiny bit of a choking kink oop if you squint. and drumrolllllll dom!rafe (but lets be real, when is he not?) 

A/N: Damn you guys, I have seven more smut requests lol. 

Also, just saying: I do not like murder Rafe. I do not write for him. I only write soft Rafe. We stan soft Rafe, not the murdering one.

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You’d been a brat all day. Talking back and annoying your boyfriend. Pestering him and making him huff in annoyance. You even made him get up and walk away because he didn’t want to say anything he didn’t mean. 

But you only had one goal in mind that made you act this way. Sex. Sure, you got it all the time with the horny idiot you called your boyfriend, but you loved when he was completely dominant and made it impossible to form a coherent thought afterwards.

So let’s just say it was an understatement that you were thrilled when Rafe came into his bedroom, face mischievous with a slight twist of annoyance. You were laying on his bed, shorts bunching up around your thighs, giving a view of much more skin than intend, and your red bikini top was smaller than it was last year. You’d been parading around in the outfit all day, lounging by the pool, annoying your boyfriend and talking with Sarah, making sure whenever you picked something up, you gave your boyfriend a good look of your ass.

Rafe’s cerulean eyes met yours, and his lips twitched into a devilish smirk. You leaned back a bit, heart jumping wildly in your rib cage. 

“You’ve been a brat all day, Y/N.” 

You hummed, a giddy smile adorning your face, but you quickly tamped it down. “Was I? Or was someone just grumpy?” You gave your boyfriend a mocking frown, eyes challenging him. 

You sat up, sliding off the massive bed and sidled up to him. You looked up at him from your long lashes, trying not to crane your head at even look the tall boy in the eyes.

“I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You drawled, and poked him in the chest, a dangerous smirk playing on your lips. You arched a brow and cocked your head. 

“You really want to do this?” He asked, hand enclosing your your wrist as he yanked your hand away from his chest as he backed you up against the bed. Your lips parted and you felt yourself go wet with anticipation. You swallowed as you maintained eye contact. He gave you a look that said, ‘answer me’.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You answered, voice wavering as your desire grew stronger. 

“So you wanna be a little brat huh? I’ll show you a little brat,” He grunts, hand coming up to grip your throat slightly and he tips you back onto the bed. Rafe crawls over you, mouth descending over yours immediately.

His tongue runs along your lips as your hands thread into his hair, messing with the neatly kept gelled locks. You open your mouth and can’t help the moan that releases from your throat as his hands slip over your breasts. His quick fingers find the strings of your bikini top and tug, letting the material slid down your shoulders. Rafe tugs the material off and throw

“Gonna make you pay for that, baby girl.” He murmurs, hands playing your breasts as he leaves your lips to kiss the underside of you jaw and down your neck. 

You moan as he finds the sweet spot on his neck. Rafe continues his attack of kisses, making sure his hands rile you up and make you needy. 

“Rafe please,” You breath, the spot between your thighs aching for more.

Rafe ignores you, head dropping to your chest as he pleases you. Trying to find friction you rub your thighs together in attempt to ease the ache. Your boyfriend catches on and parts your legs, tsking softly at you. 

“No baby, I get to do that.” 

“Just fuck me Rafe!” You moan, meeting his eyes in a challenging stare. 

“You sure princes? You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” 

You moan at the thought and nod, burying your face into his chest. “Please, Rafe?”

Rafe is quick to rid himself and you of the rest of your clothes. You press needy kisses to his neck, trying to distract yourself from the growing ache between your legs. Rafe’s cold hands slid along your thighs as he widened them and slid into you. You moaned at the burst of pleasure.

He kept going, slamming into hard and pulling out only to repeat the process. Rafe did not relent as he kept his promise. You wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow and there’d be bruises on your hips. The coil in your stomach formed and tightened with every thrust. And pretty soon, it snapped. 

You moaned his name as you came. “Holy shit, Rafe.” You panted, eyes fluttering as the high washed over you.

But the boy only slowed, his hair messy and falling into his face, his face twisted into bliss as he rode out your high. But he was far from done. If he wanted to fuck you into oblivion, he would, especially if he was making you pay for your bratty behavior today.

The second time Rafe went slower, trying to catch his own breath, but he hit your g-spot repeatedly and went deeper. Your hands clutched the sheets as you arched into his touch, his finger tips leaving goosebumps over the plains of your skin. He grabbed your waist and pulled you down to meet with his hips, hitting deeper and bottoming out. You moaned loudly, unable to help it. 

“Louder, sweetheart.” The boy grunts, fingers digging into your waist as his speed picks up. The new coil in your stomach tightens to the point of threatening to snap. You whimper as pleasure rolls through you, calling out Rafe’s name as his thrusts become sloppier as he nears his high for the second time. 

“Fuck- Rafe!” You scream as the coil snaps and you clench hard around him, making him moan into your ear. You spill all over the boy as he does the same, cum marking your thighs and stomach. 

Rafe catches his breath, and then pulls out, rolling to the side and collapsing next to you. You pant, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Did you learn your lesson, princess?”

“Yes.” You pant, eyes falling shut. 

After a minute, you hear the sheets rustle and the pressure of the bed changed, signaling that Rafe got up. He comes back and you pry your eyes open. He cleans you up with a warm cloth, careful not to press too hard because your still extremely sensitive. He cleans himself up and pulls on boxes, grabbing a shirt for you. 

“Baby, you gotta go pee.” 

You mumble something and roll over, too tiered to do anything. Rafe helps you up and tugs his massive shirt over your head, kissing your forehead. You smile and wrap your arms around him as he helps you to the bathroom. You go pee and allow Rafe to hold you in his arms as you fall asleep quickly. 

But when you woke up the next morning, it was safe to say you weren’t leaving the bedroom and Rafe would have to wait on you.

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Claimed by the devil

Rafe Cameron has always been possessive, but his obsession with you has spiraled into something far darker. When he sees you laughing with JJ Maybank at a party, the thin thread of control he clings to snaps.

TW - obsessive behaviour, jealousy.

Part 2

The party was loud and chaotic, the bass from the music vibrating through the Cameron estate. You were at the bar with JJ, your drink in hand, laughing at one of his stories. It had been so long since you felt at ease since you felt like yourself. JJ’s carefree energy had a way of pulling you out of the shadows, if only for a moment.

But Rafe Cameron didn’t miss anything. Especially when it came to you.

From across the room, Rafe’s sharp blue eyes tracked your every move, the faintest smile on your lips sending a wave of fury through him. That smile was his. Not JJ’s. Not anyone else’s.

He stood in the corner, drink in hand, his knuckles white as he gripped the glass. He didn’t blink as he watched JJ lean closer to you, his hand brushing yours when you handed him your drink.

Rafe’s vision blurred with anger. No one touched what was his.

Before you even realized he was there, Rafe was standing beside you, his hand gripping your waist with bruising force.

“Hey, babe,” he said, his tone deceptively calm but his eyes burning with rage. “You looked a little too comfortable over here.”

You stiffened under his touch, instinctively pulling away. “Rafe, I was just”

“You were just what?” Rafe interrupted, his gaze flicking to JJ with a deadly glare. “Entertaining him?”

JJ raised his hands, stepping back slightly. “Relax, Rafe. We were just talking.”

“Talking,” Rafe sneered, his hand tightening around your waist. “That what you’re calling it now? You’re lucky I didn’t put you through that wall for standing this close to her.”

“Rafe, stop it,” you said, your voice shaking. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t get to tell me to stop,” Rafe snapped, his voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself? Defending him in front of me?”

JJ’s jaw clenched, his usual laid-back demeanor gone. “She doesn’t need to defend me, Cameron,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re out of line.”

Rafe let out a cold laugh, his eyes narrowing. “Out of line? You’re standing here, trying to take what’s mine, and I’m out of line?”

“Rafe, you’re making a scene,” you said, tugging at his arm.

“I don’t give a damn about the scene,” he snapped, his attention laser-focused on JJ. “I care about the fact that this piece of trash thinks he can even breathe the same air as you.”

“Maybe because I’m not treating her like a possession,” JJ shot back, his voice cutting. “Ever think about that, Cameron?”

Rafe’s face twisted with fury, and he lunged forward, shoving JJ hard. “You don’t talk about her like you know her, Pogue. You don’t know a damn thing about what we have.”

“Rafe, stop it!” you cried, stepping between them and pressing your hands against his chest.

But Rafe wasn’t listening. His eyes flicked to you, wild and unhinged. “Why are you protecting him?” he demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperation. “You should be here with me, not laughing with him like he means something to you.”

You took a step back, your heart pounding. “Rafe, this is insane. You can’t keep acting like this.”

“I’m acting like this because I care,” he said, his voice softening for just a moment before the anger bled back in. “No one else will protect you the way I do. No one else will love you like I do.”

“You’re not protecting me,” you said, tears filling your eyes. “You’re suffocating me.”

Rafe froze, his face contorting in pain. “Suffocating you? I’ve done everything for you. I’ve fought for you, protected you, and this is what I get? You don’t understand what it’s like to love someone so much that it hurts.”

“I don’t want it to hurt,” you said, your voice breaking.

JJ reached out, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you back. “You don’t have to deal with this, Y/N,” he said softly. “Come with me. You’re not safe with him.”

The moment Rafe saw JJ’s hand on yours, something in him snapped. He grabbed your wrist, yanking you back to his side with a bruising grip.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” Rafe said, his voice cold and lethal. “Do you hear me? She’s mine.”

“Let her go,” JJ said, his voice steady but full of warning.

“She doesn’t want to go with you,” Rafe hissed, his grip tightening. “Do you, baby? Tell him. Tell him you’re staying with me.”

You looked at Rafe, his face a mix of fury and desperation, and then at JJ, his steady gaze full of concern and care.

“Rafe…” you started, your voice trembling but Rafe cut you off. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t even think about it. Don’t think for one second that you can walk away from me. You belong to me. You always have.”

The weight of his words crushed you, the possessiveness in his voice sending a chill down your spine. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.

JJ stepped forward, pulling you firmly out of Rafe’s grip. “She doesn’t belong to you, Cameron,” he said, his voice steady. “You need to let her go.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his chest heaving as he glared at JJ. “She’s not leaving me,” he said, his voice low and venomous. “Not now. Not ever.”

But for the first time, you stepped back, your hand in JJ’s. “I can’t do this anymore, Rafe,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe’s face twisted with fury and heartbreak, and he took a step toward you. “You’re making a mistake,” he said, his voice trembling. “You think he can love you like I do? No one can. No one will.”

As JJ led you away, Rafe’s voice echoed behind you, a dangerous promise in every word.

“You’ll regret this, Y/N,” he called out. “You’ll come back. You always do.”

But for the first time, you weren’t so sure.

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What’s Your Favourite Horror Movie Pogue?

Rafe Cameron, consumed by an obsessive love for you, becomes Ghostface, murdering anyone he sees as a threat to his claim on you.

TW- murder, obsessive behaviour.

The Outer Banks was known for its beauty: golden sunsets, endless beaches, and the salty air that whispered promises of freedom. But lately, that promise felt like a lie. The town was gripped with fear, whispers of a masked killer spreading like wildfire. They called him Ghostface, a name plucked from horror movies but now real, haunting your life in ways you couldn’t escape.

What no one knew what you didn’t know was that the killer wasn’t some faceless stranger. It was Rafe Cameron.

And his obsession with you was the reason the killings had begun.

The first time you noticed something strange, it had been subtle. Rafe was always intense, his gaze lingering on you a little too long, his presence suffocating in a way that should have made you uncomfortable. But Rafe was also charming, magnetic even. You found yourself drawn to him despite the warnings in your head.

But as the days passed, his intensity deepened. He started showing up unannounced at your work, outside your house, even at the places you went to clear your mind.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he’d say, flashing that disarming smile. “With everything going on, you can’t be too careful.”

At first, it felt sweet. Protective. But soon, it felt suffocating.

The murders began with strangers people you didn’t know well enough to connect the dots. A lifeguard at the beach, a couple tourists who had wandered into the wrong part of town. The pattern was erratic at first, but then it started to hit closer to home.

You were with Sarah Cameron when she got the call about her boyfriend, Topper. The cops had found him in the woods, gutted like an animal. Sarah broke down in your arms, sobbing uncontrollably, and you couldn’t help but notice Rafe watching from the corner of the room.

His expression wasn’t one of grief. It was satisfaction.

The night it all came crashing down, you were alone in your house. The power had gone out during a storm, and you were sitting in the living room with a flashlight and your phone, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling settling over you.

That’s when you heard the knock at the door.

It wasn’t loud just three soft taps, deliberate and slow.

“Who is it?” you called, your voice shaking.

No response.

You grabbed a kitchen knife and crept toward the door, your heart pounding. When you peeked through the peephole, all you saw was darkness.

Then your phone buzzed.

A text from an unknown number: You shouldn’t be alone.

Your blood ran cold.

Before you could react, the window behind you shattered, and a figure in black vaulted into the room. The scream caught in your throat as the figure lunged at you, pinning you to the floor.

The knife clattered from your hand as you struggled, but it was no use. The figure was too strong, too quick.

“Stop fighting,” the distorted voice said, low and mechanical through the voice modulator. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The masked figure pulled out a knife, holding it to your throat, but he didn’t press down. Instead, he leaned closer, tilting his head as if studying you.

Then, slowly, he removed the mask.

“Rafe,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His eyes were wild, his lips curved into a twisted smile. “I told you I’d protect you,” he said, his voice soft but laced with something dark. “I just needed to get rid of the distractions.”

“Distractions?” you echoed, your mind racing as realization hit.

“Topper. JJ. Sarah. They were all in the way. You couldn’t see it, but I did. They didn’t deserve to be near you.”

Tears streamed down your face as you stared at him in horror. “You killed them? All of them?”

“I did it for you,” he said, his tone almost tender. “Don’t you see? You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

You shook your head, trying to inch away, but he grabbed your wrists, his grip bruising.

The room was suffocating, the walls closing in as Rafe knelt over you, the Ghostface mask discarded at his side. His wild blue eyes locked onto yours, his breath uneven with exhilaration.

“Let me explain,” he said, his voice soft but tinged with madness. “You don’t understand now, but you will.”

You didn’t want to understand. Every instinct told you to fight, to scream, to do something, but his weight pinned you to the floor, and his manic gaze froze you in place.

“It started with Topper,” Rafe said, as if you’d asked for the story. “That guy was such an idiot, thinking he could push you around at parties, making those crude comments. I hated the way he looked at you.”

Your mind flashed to that night at the beach bonfire, when Topper had made some drunk joke about you being “the hottest Pogue.” You’d brushed it off, but Rafe had been furious, storming off without a word.

“I followed him that night,” Rafe continued, his tone calm, like he was recounting a mundane event. “He didn’t even hear me coming. One quick cut across the throat, and he went down like the pathetic little worm he was.”

You gagged, bile rising in your throat, but Rafe didn’t stop.

“And Sarah,” he said, his lips curling into a sneer. “She was always trying to play the big sister, telling me to leave you alone. She didn’t get it. She thought she could warn you, but she didn’t realize how serious I was.”

Tears blurred your vision as you thought of Sarah her kind smile, the way she’d pulled you aside to warn you about Rafe’s behavior.

“I didn’t want to kill her,” he said, his voice softening, almost regretful. “But she wouldn’t shut up. She was going to ruin everything. So, I took her out by the marsh. She fought hard, you know? Almost made me rethink it. Almost.”

He paused, studying your face as if gauging your reaction. “I made it quick. For her.”

“You’re a monster,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

His eyes darkened, and he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t say that,” he hissed. “I did this for you. For us. You think I wanted to hurt you? To scare you? I had to. They were all trying to take you away from me.”

“JJ…” you started, your voice trembling.

Rafe grinned, leaning back slightly. “Oh, JJ was fun. He was always so cocky, always acting like he could protect you. I wanted to see him break.”

You remembered the day JJ’s body was found under the pier, the jagged “X” carved into his chest. The image would haunt you forever.

“He begged,” Rafe said, his tone almost giddy now. “He said, ‘Please, don’t do this.’ As if I’d ever listen to him. He didn’t deserve to be near you, Y/N. None of them did.”

“And Kie?” you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

Rafe’s expression hardened. “Kie was the worst. She thought she was better than everyone, always pretending she was the voice of reason. She was a bad influence on you.”

You felt like you might vomit as he continued.

“She went down easy,” he said with a shrug. “I cornered her after you two said goodbye that night. She didn’t even see it coming. She was so distracted, thinking she could keep you safe. But she didn’t stand a chance.”

Your sobs grew louder, and Rafe’s demeanor shifted. He reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek, his touch gentle despite the horrors he was describing.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured. “It’s over now. It’s just us. No one else will ever hurt you, or distract you, or take you away from me.”

“You’re insane,” you spat, your voice shaking with equal parts fear and fury.

Rafe chuckled, leaning closer. “Maybe. But I’m also the only one who truly loves you. Don’t you see that? I did all of this for you.”

You stared into his eyes, the weight of his obsession crashing down on you. There was no reasoning with him, no appealing to his humanity. Rafe Cameron wasn’t just insane he was utterly and completely lost to his delusion.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You don’t have to fight this. I’ve already won.”

His arrogance was your opening. Summoning every ounce of courage you had left, you drove your knee upward, catching him off-guard. He grunted, the knife slipping from his hand and skidding across the floor.

You didn’t think you just moved. Scrambling to your feet, you bolted for the door, your heart pounding like a war drum.

“Y/N!” Rafe roared, his voice filled with both fury and disbelief.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Your bare feet slapped against the hardwood as you sprinted out into the stormy night, rain pelting your face and blurring your vision. The wind howled around you, carrying Rafe’s voice as he shouted your name.

You stumbled into the woods, branches clawing at your skin as you pushed deeper into the darkness. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your lungs burning, but you couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.

Behind you, you could hear him crashing through the underbrush, relentless in his pursuit.

“You can’t run from me!” he called, his voice cutting through the rain like a blade. “You’re mine, Y/N! You’ll always be mine!”

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You didn’t know how long you ran, but eventually, you found yourself near the old marina. The boats swayed violently in the storm, their masts creaking like eerie sentinels. Desperation drove you forward as you searched for a hiding place, somewhere anywhere to catch your breath.

You spotted an abandoned boathouse and darted inside, slamming the door behind you. The smell of salt and damp wood filled your nostrils as you collapsed against the wall, your chest heaving.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then came the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be,” Rafe’s voice called out, eerily calm now.

Your heart plummeted as you realized he was inside.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your breathing as you pressed yourself deeper into the shadows.

“I know you’re here,” he said, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. “You think you can hide from me? After everything I’ve done for you?”

He was closer now. Too close.

You glanced around frantically, your eyes landing on a rusted wrench lying on the floor nearby. Gripping it tightly, you prepared yourself. You had no choice.

The moment his shadow appeared in the doorway, you swung. The wrench connected with his shoulder, and he let out a furious snarl, staggering back.

“You really think you can get away from me?” he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

“I have to try,” you said, your voice shaking but firm.

He lunged, and you ducked, slipping past him and back out into the storm. Your legs screamed in protest, your lungs on fire, but you didn’t stop. Not until you saw the headlights.

A car was coming down the old dirt road, its beams cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope. You stumbled into the road, waving your arms frantically.

“Help!” you screamed. “Please, help me!”

The car screeched to a halt, and the driver a local you vaguely recognized jumped out.

“What the hell’s going on?” he asked, but before you could answer, Rafe emerged from the woods, his face twisted in rage.

“Don’t listen to her!” Rafe shouted, his tone switching to something almost pleading. “She’s confused she doesn’t know what she’s saying!”

The driver hesitated, looking between the two of you.

“Please,” you begged, grabbing his arm. “He’s going to kill me!”

That was all it took. The man stepped between you and Rafe, his stance protective.

But Rafe didn’t flinch. He simply smiled.

“Wrong move,” Rafe muttered before pulling a knife from his belt and plunging it into the man’s side.

You screamed as the man crumpled to the ground, his blood mixing with the rain-soaked dirt.

“You see?” Rafe said, turning back to you, his knife dripping red. “There’s no one who can save you. No one who understands you like I do.”

————————————————————————

Days later, you woke up in a strange room, the faint scent of sea air filling your nose. Your wrists were bound, the rope digging into your skin.

Rafe sat in a chair nearby, his gaze soft but unwavering.

“You’re safe now,” he said, his voice tender. “No one’s going to take you away from me ever again.”

The reality settled over you like a shroud. You had escaped, but only briefly.

And now, there was no escape. Not from him. Not ever.

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I don’t know if you’ve done it yet but if you haven’t can you please make a part 2 of “claimed by the devil” rafe Cameron

Here we go :)

Claimed By The Devil

Rafe isn’t the type to let go. His obsession with you deepens and his desperation turns dangerous.

Part 1

Warnings - obsessive behaviour.

It had been a week since the party. A week since you’d walked away from Rafe. A week since you’d chosen JJ.

But Rafe hadn’t made it easy to move on.

The texts and calls started the night you left with JJ. At first, they were frantic and desperate. Apologies. Promises to change. Pledges of undying love. Then they turned darker. Accusations. Threats. Reminders that you couldn’t escape him.

JJ had convinced you to stay with him, his small apartment feeling like the only safe place in the Outer Banks. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Rafe was everywhere. His voice haunted your thoughts, his presence lingering in every shadow.

“You okay?” JJ asked, his voice pulling you out of your spiral.

You looked up from the couch where you sat, knees pulled to your chest. JJ stood in the kitchen, frying something that smelled vaguely like bacon. His concern was evident in the way he leaned on the counter, his blue eyes soft.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a weak smile. “Just… thinking.”

He put the spatula down and walked over, sitting next to you. “About him?”

You nodded, your chest tightening. “It’s like he’s still here, even when he’s not.”

JJ’s jaw clenched, a flicker of anger flashing across his face. “He’s not here. He’s never getting near you again. I won’t let him.”

The warmth in JJ’s voice was a balm against the fear crawling up your spine, but even he couldn’t erase the memories of Rafe.

Later that night, while JJ slept beside you, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You froze, dread pooling in your stomach as the screen lit up with his name.

Rafe: Come outside.

Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at the message, your body frozen with fear. Then another text came through.

Rafe: I know you’re with him. Come out, or I’ll come in.

You sat up, your hands trembling as you turned to look at JJ. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Quietly, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the front door.

Rafe was waiting just outside, leaning against his car with a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, and a twisted smile spread across his face.

“Finally,” he said, flicking the cigarette away. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“What am I doing here?” he repeated, his tone mockingly sweet. “I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing, hiding out with him like some kind of fugitive?”

“I’m not hiding,” you said, your voice stronger now. “I’m done, Rafe. I told you that.”

He stepped closer, his smile fading. “You think it’s that easy? You think you can just walk away from me? You’re mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you said, backing up. “I’m not anyone’s.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. “He’s not better for you, you know,” he said, his voice dropping. “JJ doesn’t understand you. He doesn’t know what you need. He’ll never love you like I do.”

“Rafe”

“No!” he shouted, cutting you off. His voice cracked, raw with emotion. “You don’t get to throw this away. You don’t get to throw us away.”

“There is no us anymore,” you said, tears stinging your eyes.

Rafe’s expression twisted into something you didn’t recognize something darker. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”

The sound of the front door opening startled both of you. JJ stepped out onto the porch, his gaze immediately locking onto Rafe.

“What the hell are you doing here, Cameron?” JJ growled, his body tense as he stepped in front of you.

Rafe let out a cold laugh, shaking his head. “Of course. The knight in shining armor,” he sneered. “What are you gonna do, Maybank? You think you can protect her from me?”

“I don’t think,” JJ said, his voice steady. “I know.”

Rafe’s smile faded, and for a moment, the three of you stood frozen in the tense silence. Then, Rafe stepped forward, his gaze locked on you.

“This isn’t over,” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “You can try to run, but you’ll never get away from me. I’ll always find you.”

JJ took a step closer, his fists clenched. “You come near her again, and I swear, I’ll end you.”

Rafe smirked, his eyes flicking to you one last time before he turned and walked away.

As his car roared down the street, JJ pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry.

You nodded against his chest, but deep down, you knew Rafe wasn’t done. This was only the beginning of his storm, and you had no idea how to stop it.