#sofia and rafe

[beautyinsteadofashes]

...for you

[araybiaaa]

PLS I NEED STALKER/RAFE X SOFIA

❝ peeping rafe. r. cameron ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron & sofia

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… stalker!rafe, voyeurism, masturbation, one sided jealousy, delusional!rafe, mutual masturbation, sex toys, obsessive behavior, obsessive!rafe, sexual attraction, filth.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where she’s his favorite thing to watch.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… hiiii, i loved this request sm! i’ve never written anything this dark before so i was nervous and excited to test my abilities and see how it would come out and i think i rlly like it! obviously stalking is wrong and in no way am i glorifying it. with that being said… enjoy ᝰ.ᐟ 😉

he sits on his couch waiting.

his fingers tapped against his thigh, his leg bounced in an erratic undulation as his eyes lowered to his watch to gauge at the time. an exasperated sigh falls off of his lips when he notices that she’s late by nearly an hour and a half. standing to his feet, rafe rubbed a hand over his clenched jaw as he wondered what or who was the reason for her delayed return home. 

he could feel his impatience wearing thin — his desperation was becoming more visceral with each passing minute. his attention alerts when he finally sees the reflection of light transcend throughout her living room. rafe returns to his respective perch, feeling himself become exhilarated at the thought of seeing her again. 

and when she walks through the front door moments later, rafe swears he feels his breath catching in the back of his throat. she always looks effortlessly beautiful, but tonight she looks absolutely gorgeous — wearing a thin strapped black dress that perfectly sheathed her lithe physique, her hair styled in a neat coiffure and her face primped with makeup.

rafe revels in her beauty only briefly as he came to the abrupt realization that she wasn’t wearing her work attire or casual clothing like usual; but instead was styled in something that she would wear for a date. 

his teeth gnashes at this realization.

the idea of sharing her with someone else, or someone being able to kiss and touch her in all of the ways that he couldn’t left rafe feeling covetous. his infatuation quickly developed into an obsession that has heightened throughout the past six months.

it started off with him observing her seldomly, as he was reluctant in conceding to his unhealthy habit. he was aware that it wrong and illegal, watching someone like this without their consent but the more he attempted to persist against his compulsion, the more he became fixated on her until he could no longer resist against it. it’s been months of him memorizing her work schedule, knowing when she leaves for/comes back from the gym and familiarizing himself with the faces of anyone that’s ever visited her.

through the months of his spectating, he doesn’t remember her ever bringing a guy home — which he now realizes was probably a good thing because he doesn’t know how he would react if he had to actually witness someone else touching his girl, the simple thought of it already had him feeling envious.

but he sobers at another realization.

her date had to be bad seeing as though she didn’t bring anyone back home to commemorate the night with. he revels in this small victory, feeling himself swell with a haughty pride. rafe follows her movements as she retreats from the living room down the hallway to her bedroom. 

he adjusts his blinds, leaving them open to where he can still maintain a view of her, but closed just enough so that she couldn’t see him watching her. he then makes his perch on the edge of his bed. 

when she walks into her bedroom, she leans against the doorway to slip her heels off of her feet. she saunters over to her window and panic briefly shrouds through rafe as he wondered if she’d spotted him. but she makes no indication that she did, not even looking over at his window or giving him a second’s glance as she reaches for the tilt wand on her blinds and twists until they’re partially closed. 

(luckily for rafe, this doesn’t obstruct his view of her.)

her hands then reach up to her shoulders, sliding the straps of the dress down until she’s clad in nothing but a pair of black underwear. rafe’s breath hitches again as his arousal heightens at the sight of her tits; at how they perch highly on her chest with her pink nipples taut and protruding.

this is the part that he loves the most — where he gets to indulge in his sexual gratification by watching her undress for bed. 

it’s almost like she puts on a show for him with how she chooses to sleep either fully nude or with only a bra and underwear covering herself most nights.

he wondered if she was aware of him watching her, would she be repulsed by him or would she find some kind of gratification in it? he’s always contemplated on approaching her in person, but there was something about her not knowing who he was or what he looked like that made it much more exhilarating for rafe. 

his cock curls against his thigh, swelling in its girth against the fabric of his underwear. rivulets of precum skeets from his flushed head; dampening and staining his briefs, leaving a sticky residue of white fluid in its wake. rafe breathes softly through his parted lips and flared nostrils as he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them over his hips. 

his cock slaps wetly against his stomach as he releases himself. He’s painstakingly hard and throbbing, his cock’s begging for him to satiate his libido. rafe reaches his hand down to palm himself. he releases a prolonged moan; his eyes flutter softly as his body shivers at the sensitivity of his touch. he licks his lips, blinking his eyes open again to avert his attention back on her. 

she’s sprawled out across her bed with her phone in her hands and her fingers deftly moving across the screen. rafe’s hand undulates as he uses his precum to lubricate his cock; slicking it completely until he’s glistening with his arousal. 

he firms the grip of his fingers, adjusting his hold before he jerks his hand in a slow fluctuating motion. rafe shudders, murmuring a low, “fuck!” as he rolled his hips in tandem with his movements. he allows his mind to wander on her; imagining that it was her hands that were jerking him off instead of his own. 

he mewls, feeling his breathing quicken at the rapid stimulation. 

averting his attention back on her, he sees her toss her phone aside with an absentminded disregard looking seemingly frustrated. rafe’s mind doesn’t even have time to wonder the reason behind her abrupt shift in demeanor, because before he knows it she’s thumbing her underwear over her hips and down her thighs. 

he watches with a piqued curiosity as she reaches over towards her nightstand and tugs open the top drawer; retrieving what looked like to be a pink vibrator. “oh, fuck,” rafe moans, the realization that he was about to witness her pleasuring herself immediately dawns upon him and has his cock lurching against his hand in avidity. 

she leans back against the mattress again, moving around until she’s laid comfortably in position. she bends her knees, firmly resting the heels of her feet against the mattress as she clefts her legs open. rafe chokes on another moan, the visuals of how wet she probably is tortures his imagination, causing him to jerk himself off again, moving from base to tip in one fluid motion. 

she moves the vibrator between her legs, aligning it at the center of her wanton cunt. rafe watches as she arches her back and nudges her hips forward until the head slipped in slowly. she accommodates to its length, stretching herself around it. 

rafe whimpers, hastening the movements of his hand as he watched her slide the tip of the vibrator against her clit. she spreads her legs wider, giving him a better view from this angle as she adds a finger to the stimulation. he tugs harder at his cock, moving in tandem with her as she slides the vibrator further against her arousal slicked cunt. 

she had a bad date and she has to get herself off? rafe doesn’t know who the guy is, but he was a fucking idiot for ruining his chance with someone like her. If it were him, she’d never have to make herself cum like this — he would supply her with as many orgasms as he could pull out of her, fucking her so good that the idea of having to substitute his cock with anything else would bewilder her.

but he’s also admittedly glad that the date was bad because he’s the one gets to watch her this. 

he plays into the idealistic fantasy that she’s doing this for him. she has to be; it’s the reason why she never fully closes her blinds even while doing one of the most intimate things a person can do. maybe she gets off on his voyeurism. is that why she was laid in front of him fingering herself and teasing her cunt with a vibrator so openly like this when she knows that her bedroom is directly athwart from his? did she know he was watching and was pathetically jerking himself off at the sight of her? does she enjoy the attention that he feeds her?

he can tell how sensitive she is just from the way she writhes against the bed and how she has to prevent herself from arching too far off; not wanting to interfere with her impending orgasm. she thrusts her hips into the vibrations, finding the right spot that has her back bowing despite her efforts. “that’s it, baby.” he encourages from afar watching his perfect girl fuck herself so good for him.

she momentarily pulls the vibrator away, bringing it back in slow and light ministrations across her clit to prolong the sensations without overstimulating herself.

rafe’s mind wanders as he envisions himself in the room with her — with his cock replacing her vibrator and giving her the evidential orgasm that she was desperately seeking. he imagines how good she probably smells when she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, at the pretty little noises that she makes while she’s getting fucked unrelentingly until she’s boneless and spent.  

he tugs with vigor, the wet sounds of his cock slapping against his palm ricochets throughout his bedroom. he teases his tip with his thumb, dragging it down in one tantalizing motion. his hands fondle his balls, squeezing, as he continued to jerk himself off. he looks pleadingly at her; blinking through the fogginess of his vision, inwardly begging for her release as he was desperate to cum the same time that she did.

“come on, baby, cum for me.” he says, licking his lips as he hastens his movements.

she slides her fingers inside of her cunt again; out slowly, then faster, dragging and curling them against the sensitive flesh. when she hits the spot against her front walls, her body spams — her head tips back and her hips chase the friction. her hand falls limply to her side and she withdraws the vibrator when she finally cums. 

rafe bites on his lower lip, feeling his balls tightening and sweat gathering at his hairline as he gives his cock a few haste tugs before he’s following behind her, cuming with a profound intensity. his throat clicks as he groans, his cock lurches as he squirts white fluids all over his stomach and thighs. rafe looks over at her again, watching as she remained laid out on top of her bed, still lulling from her orgasm.

when she’s recovered, she stands shakily to her feet and retreats to the bathroom. he uses that as an opportunity to clean himself up too, discarding his stained pair of briefs for a clean pair that he tugs over his hips and thoroughly washing his hands. 

they walk back into their respective bedrooms at the same time. she tucks her vibrator back in the drawer before climbing into bed. rafe follows suit, turning off the light before slipping beneath the covers. she grabs her phone and sends one last text message before she eventually leans over and clicks off her lamp light.

“good night, sofia.” rafe murmurs, before he’s turning his head and sinking into the comfort of his bed. 

[vogueprincess]

wait…. i kinda agree tho

[lostsyren]

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ the vip life 🍸🌺🍹 ・。.・✭・.

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{summary: a look into rafe and sofia’s thoughts at the party in season 3 episode 7 & a bit of context to their relationship}

{part 2: here}

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ “So this is the VIP life huh?” Sofia smiled over the red lip of her solo cup. She watched with sparkling eyes as Rafe smirked down at her, glancing around, before he answered.

“Hmn Yeah.”

Sofia had a lot of kooks who’d frequented the bar to try their lines on her, but they never took it further than that, always returning to their golf games, never to look her way again. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt. Moving to the Outer Banks a couple months ago from Mexico had been hard…lonely. She’d only made one friend so far. So when this good looking guy, eyes the colour of the ocean, smile bright and winning, had approached her for the second time, she was taken aback… ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Sofia right?” He’d said.

She was ducked under the bar, placing new stock away into shelves. Hearing her name, she jumped up with a sigh, quickly plastering on a smile.

“That’s me,” she chirped, putting on her customer service voice, “can I help you with anything?”

Rafe just laughed softly, eyes roaming her face, trailing down to her body. She prickled with confusion.

“You don’t have to speak like that with me, I thought we were chill.”

He was talking about their conversation earlier. As he asked for a glass of whiskey the two exchanged a couple words. He asked her for her name. She told him it, and then he said ‘thank you for the drink’. But that was it.

Now as the sun sank in the sky, the clouds tinged with orange and pink, he’d approached her again, whilst she unloaded stock behind the bar.

“Oh, hi I didn’t know it was you.” Her shift was ending soon and she was drained. She probably looked it too.

“My name is Rafe by the way.”

“Okay….” She said, quirking her eyebrow in confusion.

What was this? Despite being on the island for less than 4 months, she was aware of the discourse between the ‘kooks’ and ‘pogues’. The people who swarmed the country club were ‘Kooks’, which meant the people serving them were ‘Pogues’. So what was this Kook boy doing talking with her just as the bar was about to close?

Rafe chuckled tensely, hand palming the back of his neck.

Was he nervous?

“Is everything ok?” Sofia asked, mouth furrowing into a concerned frown.

“Yeah no– I’m good. I just wanted to say I’m having a party on Saturday. You should come.”

Oh.

“Huh?” She said, struggling to comprehend.

“Yeah, just give me your number so I can text you the address.”

And that’s how she ended up in Tannyhill, with Rafe Cameron’s arm slung around her shoulder.

The size of the house alarmed her, the huge white edifice looming over the landscape as she pulled up to his driveway, seemingly getting bigger as she approached it.

“You wanna see some more?” Rafe said, voice low. Tone suggestive.

Sofia’s stomach flipped, “yeah I’m down.”

“Great news, that’s great news, I’ll give you the grand tour,” he teased, pulling her into his body with his arm. Sofia laughed melodically, letting him lead her inside, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The two slotted perfectly against each other, Sofia relishing the way he found every opportunity to touch her. She knew he probably only wanted to sleep with her. But she didn’t care– she also wanted the same. He was hot. Enthralling. Undeniable. For a moment she could pretend like she was one of the girls at the country club– not just its bartender.

They were about to enter, before she felt Rafe’s hand slide down her back. She turned to look up at him.

“Just give me like five minutes. I’ll meet you upstairs.”

She nodded, noticing how his hand seemed to linger on her lower back.

“Ok,” she smiled, exiting the balcony.

Sofia roamed the house, not really knowing much of the people there. She offered a couple of smiles, but not many people reciprocated them. She followed Rafe’s instructions and headed upstairs. The girls all seemed to throw her chary, frigid looks, casting whispers to their friends as she walked past. Sofia felt her skin turn red, feeling the scrutiny pierce her. She pushed the sensation away, hoping that Rafe would be quick.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Barry’s words left a stirring disquiet in his stomach.

The hint that he needed to remove Ward off the battlefield, as Barry had put it, swirling about in his mind.

Rafe downed his drink, letting the crystal glass clatter onto the table as he got up in a huff.

“Have fun Country Club,” Barry jeered, as he left the balcony, mood soured. He headed upstairs to Sofia. His nerves were frayed and Barry hadn’t helped, now his mind migrating elsewhere. Somewhere dark.

Despite his playboy persona, his exaggerated swagger and intense ostentation, Rafe hadn’t been like this in years. After what had happened to the Sheriff, he put the hedonism of house parties and the company of girls behind him, too consumed by a festering guilt.

But he was past that now. He could enjoy himself again.

He reached the top of the stairs. This floor was empty, the noise of the party filtering up from downstairs. He spotted her. She was standing by the table with all the framed photographs of the Cameron family, of them as kids, of them at Midsummers. He watched as she ran a finger through the dust coated picture frames, picking one of them up with a small smile. Rafe roiled with anticipation.

He supposed that was why he asked Sofia to come. He could’ve had any kook girl of his choosing, but he was afraid. He knew word got around in the country club circles– the pressure would be too much. Besides, most of them were mean. Vapid. Obsessive.

Sofia seemed sweet. He could tell she hadn’t been in the Outer Banks long since she didn’t know who he was. He liked that. There wasn’t any expectation for him to fulfil. Or for him to disappoint. By being Rafe Cameron…Whatever that meant.

He inhaled a short, sharp breath and approached her, slipping a hand around her waist from behind, “hey.”

Sofia jumped up slightly, letting out a little gasp, “oh my god you scared me,” she laughed spinning around to face him.

“Oh yeah? What are you doing snooping about my house then, Miss Sofia?” He teased, slotting his other hand around her waist too.

“Just looking at the pictures. You were cute as a kid.” Her smile was big and her eyes were shiny, the irises almost lined with gold. They reminded him of how the Cross of Santo Domingo burned in the fire. Golden and bright.

Fuck she was gorgeous– Rafe thought– especially for a Pogue.

“And what about now?” He probed.

He could see her eyes dilate, “still cute.”

Rafe felt his heartbeat waver.

“I’ll show you to my room.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Sofia walked into the vast space, the four post bed sprawling and plush, damask drapes lining each window, the chandelier casting light refractions across the creamy walls as the sunset spilled in through the glass.

“Woah.” Was the only thing she could say.

Rafe laughed softly behind her, shutting the door as he entered.

“Let me take that from you.” He said as he neared her, swiping the red solo cup out of her hand and placing it on the bedside table. She obliged, eyes tailing him, an amalgam of excitement and anxiety brimming in her.

The sun was setting, the sky getting dusky with the heady glow of late summer, the room awash in the colours of twilight. Sofia could see Rafe’s eyes shine darkly as he looked down at her.

“How did you find the party then?” He asked.

She smiled once again, finding it hard not to, “I had fun. Thanks for the invite.”

“That’s good– I’m glad. Uh you wanna sit down?”

Sofia nodded, letting him lead her to the side of the bed. Rafe seemed different now. The sharp confidence from before was replaced with a care and softness that surprised her.

The two were silent for a while, the music from the party sounding faint and far away and the soft shadows of the room felt warm and fuzzy. Rafe placed a gentle hand on her knee, contrasting the quick and easy ways he’d touched her throughout the day. This was deliberate.

“Can I…” he started.

Sofia nodded, “please do,” her voice close to a whisper.

His fingers inched up her thigh, his touch light like gossamer, trailing up to the strands tying her bikini cover up. He tugged them lazily, letting the fabric fall. Sofia’s chest rose and fell as she tried to level her breathing, watching Rafe with lidded eyes. His gaze roamed her body hungrily, the pupils growing darker.

His hands then moved to the side of her face, tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear. Rafe inched closer towards her, finally bridging the gap with a slow kiss, Sofia feeling her skin prickle in expectation.

Her hand shot to his face, cupping his cheek as he deepened the kiss, whilst pulling down the fabric of her dress, until she was left in nothing but her red bikini.

Rafe’s face lit up, the slow and deliberate movements giving way to a quick and fervid desperation as he swiped his polo shirt off in one swift manoeuvre, capturing Sofia in his arms and placing her head on the pillow as he caged her body with his.

She gasped at the sudden change in pace, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression.

“Sorry,” he murmured, confusing her countenance for fear.

“Don’t apologise, just come here,” she said with a dopey smile, pulling him into a kiss, as she hooked her arms around his neck.

“As you wish, Miss Sofia,” he teased, smiling against her lips at the nickname he’d given her.

His body was flush against hers, the two of them getting lost in a heady bubble of ecstasy as the party continued on downstairs.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The sun had set completely, the sky dark and the stars out. Rafe switched on a lamp, lying back in bed with his arms behind his head. Sofia was in the shower, the faint sound of water running the only thing he could hear in the room.

Everyone had left, the music had stopped. It was just them in the house. But despite how much fun he’d had with her, he couldn’t stop thinking about the inkling in his head– Ward needed to be gone.

The door to the en-suite creaked open, Sofia entering the room wrapped in a towel, rivulets of water running down her skin. She gave a smile, which Rafe reciprocated, sitting up on his elbow. He pushed away the dark thoughts that had wormed into his brain and honed on to her. She walked over to her discarded bikini and cover, picking the flimsy material up.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower.” She said sweetly.

“No problem.” Rafe replied.

“I guess I’ll be heading home then.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what?”

“Yeah, I’ll get out of your way.”

Rafe got up out of bed, pulling on his boxers, “it’s late. You’ve had a couple of drinks. Just stay the night.” He walked past her towards his wardrobe, pulling out a clean shirt and handing it to her. “Here you can wear this.”

Sofia eyed the shirt. Then flicked her gaze up to him.

“You sure?”

He laughed softly, slightly puzzled, “yeah of course.”

Sofia accepted the shirt, giving him a funny look.

“I’ll look away. You get changed.” He said, walking back to the bed as she slipped it on.

She climbed in bed not soon after, lying down with a sigh.

“You’re not like how I thought you’d be.” She mused, glancing over to him quietly.

Rafe’s breath hitched, “is that a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Good. Definitely good.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rafe had fallen asleep. His back was turned to her, his soft breaths ebbing and flowing in the silence. She examined the constellation of freckles on his shoulders, scared to trace her finger through them in case he woke up. She turned around, lying face up to the ceiling.

Rafe Cameron confounded her. Even in sex, he’d flit from gentle to rough. From soft to callous. His fingers would grip her skin before dissolving into the most tender of touches. She’d feel his teeth clash against her own, before he slipped into a mellow pace, trailing his lips across hers like a feather. And now– wasn’t this a hookup? That’s the impression she got. So why was he being so….kind?

She was exhausted; Rafe really had tired her out. She fell into dreams soon after, the sumptuous bed sheets and silken pillows making it easy, the comforting presence of Rafe sleeping beside her making it even easier.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[cerise-angel]

spoiler i guess!!!!!

omg feeling so bad for sofia 😭😭 shes like an angel and got tricked into doing something because rafe was kind of an ass and then he gets that mad at her omg i want them back together now 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 mr cameron sort this out!!!!!

[ria-lina]

Sofia and rafe 🤝 Lyra and Grayson; Same couple different font

[beautyinsteadofashes]

obx + text posts #???

[beautyinsteadofashes]

outer banks ships - rafe & sofia (s3 - 4)

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