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hii I'm Aleniaa.~ i really appreciate tips and request.~ feel free to message me.~ 17~

✎list of everything:

: ̗̀➛ dark!Rafe

: ̗̀➛ bsf!Rafe series: part one, part two, part three, part four (last)

: ̗̀➛ "Happy New Year" smut

: ̗̀➛ "Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader SMUT

: ̗̀➛ "Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader FLUFF&ANGST

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Call it What You Want (pt 1)

Zach MacLaren x Reader

Yn Ln just finished her first summer preseason at Queens University of Charlotte. Yn is running laps around all her teammates as their #1 defensive midfielder. Turns out the men’s team has a defensive midfielder who’s pretty good too… When a competition forms over who is the best defensive midfielder of the school, will yn be able to balance her ambitions and her feelings?

Taglist: @drewstarkeyzwhore @rafegetinmybed @jkmylove97 @yncoded @al-1-na

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"Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader FLUFF&ANGST

summary: Maya Routledge decided to go to Rafe's party which leads to trouble | part one

a/n: hey guys part two is here lmk how you like it. this part has more fluff and angst. :** (kisses on y'all's foreheads)

When Rafe dropped me off a week after the events in Barbados, I still hadn’t heard from my brother. While this wasn’t uncommon, it felt like something was wrong. His entire gang had also been reported missing. So you can imagine my relief when they finally returned with news of supposedly discovering El Dorado. What shocked everyone in Kildare even more was the revelation that Ward hadn’t been dead all along. Unfortunately, he was now.

I hadn’t had a chance to offer my condolences to Rafe again since I hadn't seen him. I knew he was involved in some deal regarding the cross, but that was all I knew. My reunion with John B. was brief; he came home just to tell me he was alive before heading over to JJ’s place. Despite the rumors, none of them shared any information with me about the gold or anything else. I guess being stranded with them on an island for who knows how long wasn’t enough of a reason for them to share their secrets with me.

Out of the blue, I heard about a big party that Rafe was throwing at Tannyhill. I didn't expect that from him, especially since he was grieving. At first, I wasn't planning to go, mainly because I was a Pogue and also because I felt strange after our drunken sex. I wasn't sure how I would act around him, so I thought to myself, "Better to be safe than sorry." The day before the party, I received an unexpected DM during my shift.

From therafecam 7 minutes ago

Party @ mine tmrw 9pm. C u there?

The restaurant was packed, so I didn't have a chance to respond right away. This gave me some time to think. Did he really want to see me? He must have been thinking about me, but maybe I was reading too much into it; perhaps he had passed that message to everyone. That seems likely. Since I was younger, he might not have taken me seriously. Did he see me more as a sister, except for that one night? But maybe that was just the influence of alcohol. He was a friend—perhaps more of an acquaintance.

"What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself as I mustered up the courage to go ahead with my plans, determined to act casual.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The following evening, however, I found myself putting a little more thought into my appearance. I carefully selected a basic top and a short skirt, ensuring I had a jeans jacket on hand in case the weather turned chilly. Just as I was about to step out, John B. unexpectedly appeared, blocking my path.

"Where are you going?" he inquired, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, a mix of curiosity and annoyance evident on his face.

"To my friend's," I replied, deliberately avoiding his prying question.

"Which friend?" he persisted, his tone growing increasingly irritating.

"Why do you care?" I retorted, growing frustrated with his intrusion.

"Because I care. I asked you something," he snapped back, his voice now raised slightly.

"Jeez, get off my back," I snapped back, my patience wearing thin as I attempted to make my way towards the door.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like a hooker. Get changed," he declared, his words dripping with judgment and control.

"The fuck do you mean? I don't look like that. Get outta my way and fuck off," I pushed him aside, my determination to proceed with my plans fueling my defiance.

"Maya, I promise you, if you go out right now, you'll be in deep shit," he warned, his finger pointing directly at me, his voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration.

I shut the door and headed to the bus stop. Fifteen minutes later, I was at Tannyhill a little after 9:30.

When I went inside the smell of marihuana immediately hit my nostrils. Future was blasting on speakers and the crowd was either talking, drinking, or dancing. I recognized a few people from school, who graduated last year. I said hi to some of them and went into the living room.

I saw Rafe talking to a group of people but he instantly raised his gaze to my eyes. "Heyy May" He got up from the couch and hugged me. When he pulled away I saw him looking up and down my body. "Nice skirt. Good to see you."

"Thanks and good to see you too. My condolences. It's terrible what happened to your dad. I'm really sorry." I said more seriously.

"Thanks and you're right. Them fucking Pogues saw everything and didn't do anything." I saw something change in his eyes. A hint of rage. "But let's not talk about that. Come on I'll get you something to drink."

"Sure, thanks." We went to the kitchen and he poured me a cup of I don't know what. I took a sip. Not that bad.

"Sooo does your brother know you're here?" he asked and I couldn't exactly read his face.

"No way, he would freak out. He's really bossing himself around and it's fucking annoying." I took another sip.

"Yea yea I know whatcha mean. Rose was also overprotective when I was in high school. Always bothering me and checking what I'm doing. Thankfully she can't do shit now." he laughed, looking at me intensely. He wasn't sober for sure. I could see that he was already tipsy.

"Yea you know, it's not even that he's overprotective. He just wants to show everyone that he has control over me." I stared into the floor a bit irritated by the thought of my brother's behavior.

Rafe leaned onto the counter crossing his elbows and looking up at me. "And does he, May?" his tone was flirtatious and daring.

"Well if he did I wouldn't be here tonight. Would I?" I met his eyes and Jesus Christ it was hard to maintain eye contact. A big grin spread across his face as if to say 'that's what I wanted to hear'.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The whole evening flew by very fast and after long conversations, we were sitting on balcony chairs, sharing a joint and looking at the stars. I felt good with the fact that Rafe spent time mainly with me. It quickly got people's attention but no one said anything. The silence was comfortable only disturbed with the sound of breathing.

His hand was resting on my thigh and gently massaging little circles. "I wanna kiss you, May." his voice sounded very sleepy and tired.

He studied my face waiting for a reaction. He then leaned in and took my chin, pulling me in. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he lightly kissed my lips. Not invasive but very intimate. Like a kiss between old lovers. I couldn't help but smile. He also smiled, chuckling at my excitement. I continued to gaze at the stars, feeling his warm hands.

I pulled out my phone to take a picture when I saw a bunch of messages and four missed calls from John B.

Message from: J-bird

where r u??? 10:43

pick up 11:02

maya I'm serious 11:03

r u okay?? 11:27

be back by midnight or else 11:35

"Fuck" I whispered under my nose, scrolling through notifications. I looked at the time. 28 minutes past midnight.

"What?" Rafe asked confused and stoned. He peeked at my phone and saw everything I was worried about. "Oh, shit. You're in trouble, May"

"You don't say?" I said sarcastically. I rubbed my forehead trying to think of what to do.

"Hey, it's gon be alright. Don't worry 'bout it. I can give you a lift if you want." he stroked my back slowly in a comforting manner.

"Aren't you too high to drive?" I raised an eyebrow, questioning.

"Nahh, I'm a great driver even after a joint. Besides we only had one for two. It's okay. Come on let's go." He got up and led the way. Most of the guests had already gone home so there were 10 people tops.

We got into his white Jeep Cherokee and started driving. "I had a really nice time. Thanks for the invite." I said a bit shy.

"Me too, May" I caught him staring at me.

"Look at the road, Rafe or you'll kill us and this beautiful car." I laughed and fixed my eyes outside my window. He just smiled and didn't say anything else.

When he parked on the side of the road, John B. must have heard it, because he was in the front of our house. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" he yelled at Rafe, ready to fight him.

"Whoa chill, dude." he raised his arms in defense. "I'm just dropping May off. It's a favor so say 'thank you.'" I rolled my eyes. I knew he wanted to piss him off just a little.

"Don't you fucking dare." he run up to us and I stood between them just in time.

"Okay, easy." I turned to Rafe and gave him a quick goodbye hug. "Thanks for everything." I said to Rafe.

My brother must have smelled something because he said "Are you seriously getting high with my sister?! And you're driving in this state?! You get close to her again and we'll fucking come for you!" He didn't stop yelling and I was sure the whole Cut had heard us.

"Stop, John B. Let's go." I said and saw Rafe getting in the car.

We went inside and I saw Sarah sitting in the living room. My brother of course had to tell her everything that happened. Not that she didn't hear that.

"Your brother is getting her fucking stoned. You understand it?! She's seventeen!" he continued.

"I'm eighteen in two weeks!" I said, trying to go to my room. He grabbed me by the sleeve of my jacket.

"I don't give a fuck. You and I are not done yet." By this time I've had enough of this shit. Thankfully Sarah jumped in.

"Let her go, Hun. It's late. We'll talk in the morning." he let go instantly.

I went to my room. Washed my makeup off and got in the shower. The entire time I was thinking about Rafe.

[wubudubu123]

Are you planning on making a part 2 to plan b or even a long series because it’s really good and I could see y/n getting pregnant being an interesting story line

yes I could totally do that thank you for asking I'll deliver soon🩵

[wubudubu123]

"Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader SMUT

summary: Maya Routledge finds herself stuck with Rafe Cameron in Barbados.

warnings: age gap (18-21), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), guns, violence

a/n: hey y'all bit longer than my usual fanfics; please repost if you like it :** kisses on y'all's foreheads

words: 3,9k

After being transported from the so-called "Poguelandia" to Barbados, I decided to make a run for it. I had to get away from the Pogues. Even though I was a Pogue by blood, I never truly felt like I belonged with them. My dad didn’t care much for me or my brother. He was always obsessed with finding treasure, chasing after some fairytale fantasy. When I saw those same legends starting to get into my big brother’s head, I realized how much he had changed. His obsession, along with his girlfriend Sarah, made me think that maybe they had both lost it.

Escaping from them wasn’t too difficult, not with the chaos and noise of the city. I found myself walking through a market, trying to steal some fruit—honestly, it was the only skill I’d ever learned from my dad. But out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind. I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, silencing any attempt to scream. I was helpless, and no one came to help. The more I struggled, the more I felt myself slipping away. Soon, everything went black, and I drifted off into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the market. I was in a strange, well-furnished room. But what struck me first were my clothes—I was now wearing a beautiful red silk dress. Panic surged through me. What was going on? Anxiety gripped me, and I froze in fear, unable to move. My mind raced, but all I could think was, "This isn’t how I’m going to die." After a moment of sheer shock, I forced myself to stand and rushed to the door. I yanked on the handle with all my strength, shouting, "HELP! PLEASE LET ME OUT!" But there was no response.

I went to the window, desperate for any hint of what was going on. All I saw were fields stretching for miles, nothing but endless grass in every direction. I collapsed onto the bed, trying to think of how I could escape this place. As if on cue, the door opened. A man, armed and speaking in a foreign tongue, gestured for me to follow him. I had no choice but to obey, my legs trembling beneath me.

He led me to a large living room where I was confronted by a man who looked like he belonged in charge. "Hello, Miss Routledge," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I apologize for the inconvenience of your trip here, but the circumstances left me no choice. Please, sit." He gestured toward a chair in front of him, and as I hesitated, he introduced himself. "I am Mr. Singh."

I glared at him. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" My voice trembled, but I couldn’t hold back the anger.

"You see, Miss Routledge," he began, his Caribbean accent thick and authoritative, "you have something that belongs to me. And I would greatly appreciate it if you returned it to me."

I shook my head, confused. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have anything."

He smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Now, Miss Routledge, I know you’re lying. And do you know what I despise the most? Lies." His tone grew colder.

"I’m not lying! I don’t know what you’re talking about!" I protested, my heart pounding in my chest.

"The diary," he said, his voice sharp. "I know you have it—or at least, you’ve had it. Where is it?"

It clicked. He was talking about that treasure-related diary John B had been obsessing over. I wasn’t interested in any of that. "Look, if it’s about that nonexistent treasure, I don’t have it, and I don’t want it. You should talk to my brother, not me. He’s the one obsessed with it," I explained, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Very well," Singh said with a cold smile. "Take her away."

Before I could react, two guards grabbed my arms, dragging me aggressively toward the door. I kicked and screamed, trying to break free, but it was no use. As they pulled me away, I heard Singh's voice behind me, calm and sinister. "Even if you don’t have what I’m looking for, maybe you’ll still serve as bait."

The door slammed shut, and my heart sank. I had no idea what was coming next.

I was lying on the bed, trying to process everything, when I heard the door creak open. To my surprise, the last person I expected to see walked in: Rafe fucking Cameron, dressed in a sharp suit. He froze when he saw me.

"What are you doing here, May? Are you trying to ruin my deal?" he snapped. I blinked, momentarily thrown off guard. Rafe was the only one who ever called me "May"—everyone else always called me Maya. For some reason, he liked to shorten it. There was something in his tone—anger, annoyance—something that made me uneasy.

"What the hell are you talking about? I’m literally kidnapped here!" I shot back, my confusion rising. "How the hell did you even get here?"

He looked at me like I was the crazy one. "What do you mean you’re kidnapped? I’m here to close the sale of the cross." His voice was calm, but I could tell he wasn’t lying. My suspicion that he was behind this situation faded a bit.

"Yeah, some pilot found us on a deserted island, and it turns out he’s mixed up in all this. He wants some diary my brother has and is trying to use me as bait," I explained quickly.

Rafe sighed, rubbing his face. "Jesus Christ, you Pogues always try to get your hands on things that don’t belong to you."

I felt my anger rise. "Hey, I’m not like them, okay? I didn’t ask for this, and I don’t give a damn about any treasure! So don’t talk to me like that."

He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. "Alright, listen. I’ll talk to this guy and try to make a deal. You stay here, and be good. Afterward, I’ll figure out a way to get us out of here. Sound good?" He pointed at my face, making sure I was listening.

I nodded, and he left. Rafe was gone for about 25 minutes, meeting with the man. When he returned, I could see the worry in his eyes.

"And?" I asked, eager for answers.

"Ugh, we’re in deep shit," Rafe muttered. "He thinks I’m after the treasure, too, and offered me some shady deal for the cross."

"What about getting us out of here?" I pressed.

"Yeah, Plan B," he said, looking serious. "They won’t let us go. We’ll have to break out or something. Listen carefully. There’s one guard outside the door. You need to get his attention, and I’ll hide. Once he comes in, I’ll grab his gun and take him out, alright?"

I nodded, feeling the tension building. Minutes later, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Help!"

The guard didn’t waste any time. When I went silent, the door opened, and he stepped inside, gun pointed toward me. "Hey, what’s going on here?" he called out, walking in the direction of the bathroom.

That’s when Rafe sprang into action. He lunged at the guard, landed a punch to his face, grabbed the gun, and then slammed his elbow into the guard’s stomach for good measure. The guy went down hard, unconscious before he could even react.

"Okay, follow me." Rafe led the way, taking out a guard on the way out. I placed my hand on his back, trying my best to stay calm despite the fear bubbling inside me.

"I’ve got a boat at the port that can take us to OBX," Rafe said, glancing back at me. "I can drop you off anywhere you need." His offer was a surprising shift from the usual cold, distant Rafe I knew. It was a kind gesture, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of something warmer.

We climbed into a truck loaded with hay, both of us relieved to have escaped. Rafe leaned back against the wall of the vehicle, a small smile creeping onto his face as he glanced at me.

"You know, May, I never took you for a Pogue. You're better than them," he said casually.

"Thanks," I replied, unsure of how to react. The truth was, Rafe had always been my secret crush, the one no one knew about. But because he was a Kook and I was a pouge, I never let myself think of anything more.

Hearing him say that, though, made me feel almost equal to him for a moment. It was nice, in a way, to know he saw me differently.

When we arrived at the port and boarded his yacht, Rafe was busy preparing it for the journey ahead. I watched him for a moment, and after a while, he noticed my gaze.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like what?" I replied, a little taken aback.

"Doesn't matter," he said with a chuckle.

As the yacht sailed, the quiet between us stretched until Rafe broke it with some small talk. "So, how's school? You're a senior, right?"

"Yeah, it's alright," I answered. Rafe was 21, and I was almost 18, so he was already done with school.

"You want something to drink? It's gonna take us about two days to get to OBX," he offered.

"Sure, what do you have?" I asked.

"Whiskey, wine, beer, or water," he said, glancing at me.

"Beer would be great, thanks," I replied.

He handed me a cold beer, and as the sun started to set, we spent the evening talking. After a few beers, I started feeling the effects, my head spinning just a little. Rafe seemed to be handling it better, even though he had been drinking too.

"You know, I had a pretty big crush on you back in the day," I said, laughing lightly.

"Really?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, I used to look for you around school," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

A moment of silence passed, and then Rafe turned toward me, his expression softening. "I didn't know that," he said quietly. He leaned in a little, and for a second, the world seemed to slow. He looked into my eyes and kissed me. Lightly grabbing my face, deepening the kiss.

I reached my hand to unbuckle his belt. My underwear was soaking and I was ready to take him. Before that I had slept with my now-ex-boyfriend but he didn't make me feel so horny as Rafe in that moment. I don't know if the alcohol made me this confident but I sat on top of him, straddling his crotch. I felt his arousal on my ass. I continued kissing him and his hands were exploring every inch of my body.

Slightly squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples through the dress, stroking my back. I unbuttoned his cotton shirt and started placing small pecks on his refined abs. "Wait" he suddenly stopped me "I didn't bring condoms" he looked at me with concern.

"Fuck it, I don't care." I said quickly. I was too aroused to stop now. His hand slid under my dress and found my panties. One of his fingers slid inside me and I let out a small moan. With his fingers pumping inside me I took his pants off massaging him through black pair of boxers. When he felt I was close to orgasm Rafe withdrew his hand and pulled me in for a kiss. Meanwhile I took out his cock and palmed it. He was moaning. "Shit, May" I lined his dick with my entrance and slowly lowered myself on it.

I grabbed his torso to steady myself and when I adjusted to his large size I started rocking my hips back and forth. "Ohh Rafe You feel so good." I was breathing heavy and my vision started to blur from pleasure. "You make me feel so good Rafe. If I knew your dick was so good I'd make a move sooner." I felt his finger circle my clit.

I picked up the pace and started moving my hips faster. "Fuck May I'm so close right now." He painted and I felt his dick twitch inside my coochie. I squeezed him and cummed, leaving a white ring around him.

Soon after he also came and I felt his warm release. I rode out the last bits of his orgasm and got off him, laying next to him trying to steady my breath and heartbeat.

"Damn John B would freak out if he knew I fucked his little sister." he smiled with his eyes closed. I playfully smacked his chest laughing with him.

[bambiangels]

texting bf!rafe: part two…

𝜗𝜚 warnings: suggestive content ( more texts here, here and here )

[wubudubu123]

I'm dying rn

[rafescorpsebride-deactivated202]

Talk to me

Rafe Cameron x fem reader hurt comfort blurb.

You and Rafe have been dating over six months. But your mental state is preventing him from getting closer to you. And he can’t hold it in.

CW: Angst with comforting ending. Dialogue/actions by reader depicting depression and borderline personality disorder. Drawn from my own feelings and experience. Non graphic descriptions of self inflicted bruises and other things.

Rafe hadn’t dealt with anything like this and it was apparent. He knew of his own suffering, seen it in his father and sisters with his mom’s death. You had been dating for over six months but Rafe still felt like he couldn’t get completely close to you.

As much of an asshole as it made him, Rafe hadn’t been around a woman who wasn’t expressive like others. You pulled back. Became…cold and distant.

It hurt to see you like that. Compared to the moments where you were so full of life, when you smiled or laughed. Rafe was scared to admit he loved you, had fallen for you quickly. It was selfish but he hadn’t told you yet either.

He hadn’t heard from you all day. Rafe constantly checked his phone, paranoid that maybe he’d miss a text message but nothing. He was very worried. You were spiraling. He’d even seen you get so angry that you slammed a glass table and broke it.

Rafe sped to your apartment, broke a speeding law but he didn’t care. He did a barely decent parking job as he let himself in with a key. And the code to the security system because you armed the house like you were in mission impossible.

It was dark and you weren’t in the living room. He called out your name but stopped when he saw the bedroom door cracked.

Rafe saw you in bed, seeing your hair in the midst of messy blankets. It was almost seven pm. And it didn’t look like you left much.

“Baby,” He called out and you stirred. He walked over and sat next to you. His hand gently shaking your shoulder.

You groaned and sat up. Your hair was messy and you rubbed your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry have you been here long?”

“Nah, just got here. You haven’t answered me. Have you been asleep all day?” Rafe didn’t intend on sounding angry but it came out. You bristled and put your hair up.

“Mostly yes. I’m sorry. I was so tired. Even now I could sleep.”

“Well sorry to disrupt you. You couldn’t pick up the phone just once and tell me?” Rafe crossed his arms and he was shocked when you rolled your eyes.

“God, Rafe, for one day I’m too tired and you’re biting my head off. I wasn’t ignoring you, I was asleep.”

“You’re just rotting away lately. All you’ve been doing this week has been-less than normal. You barely eat when I take you out and I’m pretty sure that’s the only time you even do. You’re pushing me away and I don’t know why.”

“Rafe. I slept today. I didn’t fucking commit a crime. Get off my back.” You snapped at him and got up. Rafe gasped sharply when he saw your exposed skin.

Bruises, scabs and other things he couldn’t see quick enough because you turned away from him. You wore an oversized sweatshirt, long enough to reach your knees and Rafe got up too.

“Why are you covered in bruises?” You swatted his hand but Rafe was stronger and saw the split knuckles on your hand. He gripped your wrist and pulled it closer. His eyes were wide in horror.

Rafe then noticed your dresser. The top drawer was cracked.

“Did you punch that?! Give yourself bloody knuckles? Did you do all this on purpose?” Rafe took your clenched jaw and lack of response as a yes. “God, why the hell would you do this? You do that instead of calling me?”

With a surprising amount of strength, you jerked your arm away and started to walk away. But he was quick to step in front of you.

“no, stop avoiding this! Just talk to me, why won’t you just talk to me? I’m right here!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You ground out and Rafe sighed in frustration.

“Okay we’ll do it for me-“

“This isn’t fucking about you, Rafe Cameron!” You screamed and Rafe flinched back. You’d never raised your voice in front of him or at him. You looked furious and you were breathing heavily. “I’m. Fucking. Tired. I’m tired of breathing. I’m tired of eating. I’m tired of feeling like this. I’m tired of not feeling at all. And I’m tired of myself. I stay up all night looking at the goddamn ceiling wishing for anyone to take away all this pain and shit memories I live with!” You were so loud that Rafe’s ears hurt but he was silent.

“How am I supposed to call you and say anything when I don’t have the energy to move? How am I supposed to burden you more than you already are? Oh yeah, Rafe I’m gonna call you up and whine, cry and ask you to help me. Are you kidding? No one has ever given me mercy. Any compassion and I’m not gonna put myself in that position ever again. Everything hurts. Everyday hurts. I don’t want to be awake. I don’t want to look at myself.” You took a deep breath as the mask started to come again.

“So, it’s better to just take it out on myself, sleep whenever I’m able to, suck it up and keep moving. And the last thing I need is you yelling at me when I’m just trying to survive!”

Rafe blinked as you trembled with suppressed emotion and he wanted to kick himself. He was such a dick. He felt awful and he wanted to fucking grovel. It was so unbelievably hard to hear you talk like that. And he didn’t know what to say.

He crushed you into a hug, his arms around you fiercely tight. His head leaned against yours and he pressed kisses against your head. You were still.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you just-“ Rafe pulled back and cupped your face. He kissed you, hard and deeply. You made a noise of surprise and he lifted you into his arms.

Rafe set you down on the bed. He knelt in front of you. He set his hands on your marred skin, as if not concerned at all as you shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m shit at this. Everyone thinks im a fucking idiot and sometimes I am. But I’m sorry. For being an asshole and…” Rafe brought your knuckles up and kissed the skin. “I’m gonna get you patched up. I’ve had to do it myself a fair amount. Princess, I love you. And I want to be here. I don’t want you to push me away.”

His sincerity moved you and you gave him a small smile. “I love you too.” Rafe enjoyed it for a second and cupped the back of your head.

“Cmon, baby. Let’s get you at least…physically okay and then we’ll go from there, alright?”

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[wubudubu123]

amazing work!

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curtain bangs rafe has my whole heart 🤍

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SMAU: Instagram posts with bsf Rafe!

Rafe x pogue bsf!reader

Part two here!

A/n: this is my first time doing this so please be kind 🪼🩵💙

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„Happy New Year" Rafe Cameron smut

a/n: hey guys my first every smut fanfic lmk how you like it :** (kisses on y'all's foreheads)

warnings: 18+ only! blow job, fingering, kinda praising(?)

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It was 10 minutes to midnight. Last ten minutes of the current year. The party was downstairs and everyone was waiting to welcome the new year. Well, almost everyone. Rafe sat spread out on the couch as I was on my knees gripping his thighs and sucking his dick dry. "Fuck, y/n. I'm so close" He was panting and whimpering. I raised my gaze at his face and saw his mouth open and his eyes closed. I moaned which sent vibrations to his cock. I cupped his balls in my hand and massaged them.

"Jesus you feel so good" I felt his release in my mouth soon after that. I swallowed salty cum and licked his shaft to clean it in a way. As I was getting up I downed my vodka shot and sat on his lap. He smiled at me still on his orgasm high and kissed me, tasting bitter alcohol on my tongue. We heard the fireworks and people screaming. I took his face in my hands and he held me tight by my ass and legs.

"Happy New Year, baby" I said before passionately kissing him. I could feel him grinning and as I was still holding him by his cheeks, I sensed his hand moving to raise my dress. He lightly ran his palm over my soaked panties. He then pressed two fingers to my clit and gently massaged it through my expensive lingerie.

Fireworks were slowly silencing. I broke the kiss and lowered my hand to his neck. I started planting sloppy kisses all over his neck. He moved my panties to the side to have access to my cunt. I moaned into his ear when I felt his index finger go in and out a few times. I already gave him a hickey as his middle finger joined the pleasures sensation.

"Oh my god Rafe" was all I could whimper, overwhelmed with excitement. I hung my head on his shoulder while rocking my hips back and forth.

"That's right baby. Ride my fingers just like that." he said.

"Oh god Rafe I'm almost there don't stop! Ah ahh" I groaned a bit louder and came in the next few seconds. I was trying to catch my breath.

Rafe was staring at me with a wide grin as he simply said "Happy New Year to you too, babydoll."

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[wubudubu123]

"I thought about this before" bsf!Rafe x kook!reader part four (last one!!)

here are other parts: one, two, three

a/n: heyy y'all final part is here thx for support and hearts :** kisses on y'all's foreheads

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Two weeks had passed since the party, and I was still trying to get over everything. Rafe had acted like nothing happened, and I tried to convince myself it didn’t matter, but the truth was, it was eating away at me. Every time I saw him, every time I heard his name, my chest tightened, my thoughts spiraled. I couldn’t move on.

Tonight, I’d had enough. I was at the bar with friends, drinking far more than I should have, hoping it would numb the frustration and confusion I couldn’t shake. But as the alcohol settled into my system, it only made everything worse. The questions kept piling up: What did that kiss mean? Why the hell hadn’t he said anything? Did he feel something or was I just some dumb game to him?

When I’d had enough, I stood up, grabbed my purse, and stumbled out of the bar. I could barely walk straight, but I didn’t care. I was going to confront him. Now. I didn’t even think twice as I got into my car and sped to his place.

I barely knocked before I shoved the door open, stumbling inside. Rafe stood in front of me, his eyes widening as he took in my disheveled state.

"What the hell, y/n?" He crossed his arms, the look on his face a mix of surprise and annoyance. "You’re drunk."

"Yeah, no shit," I slurred, eyes narrowing on him. "You wanna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me for two weeks?" I was already feeling the alcohol taking over my body, my emotions messy and raw. "Why the hell did you kiss me and then just act like it meant nothing?"

He leaned back against the doorframe, not looking at me directly. "It’s not that simple, y/n," he muttered, his tone cooler than I expected. "You were drunk. I was drunk. It wasn’t… I didn’t want to make things weird."

"Make things weird?" I scoffed, feeling the anger bubble up inside me. "You kiss me, and then you act like I’m the one making things weird?" My voice rose, and I took a shaky step forward. "I need you to stop playing games with me, Rafe. You kissed me like it meant something, but then you just disappear. I deserve to know what the hell that was."

Rafe shifted, running a hand through his messy hair like he was trying to avoid my eyes. "I’m not good at this, alright?" he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he was trying to convince himself. "I didn’t want to mess things up between us. I’ve been… trying to figure it out."

I was done being patient. I was done with his excuses. "Figure it out?" I repeated, my chest tightening. "It’s been two weeks, Rafe. And in those two weeks, I’ve gone crazy wondering if you felt the same way or if I’m just some stupid one-night thing to you."

"Y/n, it’s not like that," he said, his voice softer now. "I didn’t know how to handle it. You’re my friend, and I didn’t want to mess up what we had."

"But you did mess it up, Rafe!" I shouted, throwing my hands up. "You kissed me, and you didn’t say anything, and now you’re acting like I’m the problem for wanting answers. So, tell me—did it mean anything to you?"

Rafe sighed, his hands in his pockets as he looked at the floor. "It wasn’t just some stupid kiss, alright?" he muttered, almost under his breath. "I don’t know what I’m doing with you. I… I care about you. More than I should. But I didn’t want to make things harder. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship."

I stared at him, trying to process his words through the haze of alcohol and frustration. He wasn’t giving me what I wanted—not directly. But his confession hit me harder than I expected. "You care about me?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Then why the hell didn’t you just say that? Why didn’t you just say something?"

He looked up at me, his eyes full of conflict. "I didn’t know how to make it right. I didn’t want to fuck things up. You’re my friend, y/n. That kiss… it meant something, but I wasn’t sure you wanted the same thing. I’m not good at this, okay?"

I took a step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "I don’t give a shit about us being friends right now," I spat, my voice raw with emotion. "I need to know if you want this. I need to know if you want me."

Rafe was silent for a moment, his jaw clenching. Then, without warning, he stepped toward me, his hand gripping my arm as he pulled me closer. "I want you," he said, his voice strained. "More than I should. But I don’t know what that means."

"Then figure it out," I snapped, my hands trembling as I reached for him. "I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel what I feel."

Before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine, urgent and heated. It was different this time. There was no hesitation, no pulling away. His hands gripped me like he was afraid I might vanish if he let go, his lips demanding, desperate. I kissed him back, my body responding to him without thinking. I needed him, needed the answer he hadn’t given me.

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless. "So now what?" I asked, voice shaky, heart still racing.

Rafe rested his forehead against mine, his breath coming in quick bursts. "Now we see where this goes," he said quietly, as if the words were just as much of a question as they were a promise.

the end

[wubudubu123]

"I thought about this before" bsf!Rafe x kook!reader part three

summary: Party at Tannyhill where things get kinda messy, and the reader starts questioning her friendship with Rafe. There’s this weird tension, and now she's stuck wondering if something more is going on or if it’s all in her head.

a/n: heyy guys part three is here let me know whatcha think :**(kisses on y'all's foreheads)

read for context: part one, part two, part four

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The next day, as I was lying in bed, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rafe.

Rafe: "Hey, y/n. Come to the party at Tannyhill tomorrow. You gotta be there."

I stared at the message, my stomach flipping. He didn’t even ask, just assumed I’d come. That was so like Rafe—direct, confident, and frustratingly persuasive.

Me: "What party?"

Rafe: "Just a few people. Nothing crazy, I promise. Don’t make me beg."

I sighed. I knew how these “small” gatherings turned out—wild, chaotic, and usually ending with Rafe in some kind of trouble. But there was something in his tone, even through text, that made it hard to say no. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

The next evening, I pulled up to Tannyhill, already feeling a sense of dread. What if this was a mistake? What if tonight changed things between us? Shaking off the thought, I stepped out of my car and walked toward the house.

Music spilled out onto the lawn, and I could see groups of people laughing and drinking. I spotted Rafe immediately. He was leaning against the railing, beer in hand, looking effortlessly charming as always. When his eyes met mine, his grin widened.

"Well, look who finally showed up," he called out, striding over.

"You made it sound like I didn’t have a choice," I said, folding my arms.

"You didn’t," he teased, grabbing my hand to lead me inside. The warmth of his touch lingered longer than it should have.

A couple of hours passed, and someone suggested playing truth or dare. I hesitated, sitting back and watching everyone else jump at the chance. It felt risky—too many opportunities for things to go wrong.

But before I could slip away, Topper grinned at me. "Y/n, truth or dare?"

The room’s attention shifted to me, and I felt trapped. "Uh… dare," I said reluctantly, not wanting to spill anything personal.

Topper’s grin widened. "I dare you to sit on Rafe’s lap until your next turn."

My stomach dropped as the group erupted in laughter. My eyes darted to Rafe, who was smirking like he’d won some secret game.

"Come on, y/n. Rules are rules," he said, patting his lap.

I hesitated, my heart racing. Sitting on his lap felt… too intimate. Too dangerous. But with everyone watching, I couldn’t back out. Reluctantly, I moved over and sat down, stiff as a board.

Rafe’s arm wrapped casually around my waist, sending an electric jolt through me.

As the game continued, I couldn’t focus on anything but the weight of his arm and the way his fingers lightly brushed my side. Did he even realize what he was doing? I reminded myself it didn’t mean anything—it couldn’t mean anything.

Then it was Rafe’s turn.

"Truth or dare?" someone asked.

"Dare," he said without hesitation, his voice full of confidence.

A girl in the group smirked. "I dare you to kiss y/n."

The room exploded with cheers and laughter. My face went hot as I froze, my mind racing. Was this some kind of joke?

Rafe turned to me, his expression unreadable. "You okay with this?" he whispered, his voice softer than I expected.

I didn’t know how to answer. What if this kiss changed everything? What if it ruined our friendship? But with everyone watching, I gave a small, hesitant nod.

Rafe leaned in, his hand tilting my chin up. The moment his lips met mine, the world seemed to fall away. It was soft at first, almost cautious, but then he deepened the kiss, his hand moving to the back of my neck.

I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve stopped him. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

The cheers around us faded into the background as the kiss lingered. Longer than it should have. Longer than it was supposed to. My hands gripped his shirt, my mind screaming at me to stop, but my body refused to listen.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. The room had gone quiet, all eyes on us, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone else.

"Well, that’s one way to win a dare," Topper said, laughing awkwardly. The group joined in, and the tension broke, but I was still reeling.

Rafe’s arm stayed around my waist, holding me close as if he wasn’t ready to let me go. I stayed on his lap, unsure of what else to do. My thoughts were a mess, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we’d crossed some invisible line.

Eventually, the game fizzled out, and people began to leave. I got up quickly, mumbling an excuse about needing fresh air. My heart was racing, and I needed to clear my head. The kiss had felt so real, so charged, but Rafe had acted like it was nothing.

Stepping out onto the patio, I leaned against the railing, the cool night air doing little to settle the storm inside me. What had that kiss meant? To him, to me? I couldn’t figure it out.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned slightly and saw Rafe. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his usual smirk firmly in place.

"Hey," he said, his voice calm and light, as if we hadn’t just crossed a line I couldn’t stop thinking about.

"Hey," I replied, trying to sound just as unaffected, though my voice wavered slightly.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking out at the dark yard. "That game got out of hand, huh?"

I blinked, taken aback. That was it? That’s all he had to say? "Yeah… I guess," I said, forcing a small laugh that didn’t reach my eyes.

"Top always knows how to stir the pot," he added, shaking his head with a chuckle.

I waited, hoping he’d say something more—something about the kiss. But he didn’t. He just stood there, completely at ease, as if the whole thing had been a joke to him.

"So…" I started, trying to gauge his thoughts. "About that dare—"

"Don’t even worry about it," he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "Just some dumb party game. You know how these things go."

Dumb party game? My chest tightened at his words. That’s all it was to him? I wanted to press him, to ask if it had meant anything, but the casual tone in his voice stopped me.

"Right," I said quietly, looking down at my hands. "Dumb party game."

"Exactly," he said, flashing me an easy smile. "No big deal."

I nodded, but my mind was spinning. No big deal? Then why did it feel like such a big deal to me?

"Anyway, I’m gonna head back inside. You good out here?" he asked, already turning to leave.

"Yeah," I lied, forcing a smile. "I’m fine."

"Cool. See you later, y/n," he said, disappearing back inside without a second glance.

I stayed outside long after he left, the night air growing colder as my thoughts spiraled. Why had I expected anything different? Rafe was always confident, always smooth, always in control. To him, the kiss had probably been just another moment in a game, a fleeting, meaningless gesture.

But to me, it had been more. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his lips on mine or the way my heart had raced when he pulled me closer. Had I imagined the way he’d held me, the way he’d kissed me like it meant something?

Shaking my head, I tried to push the thoughts away. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in this. If Rafe wanted to pretend nothing had happened, maybe I should do the same.

But as I drove home later that night, his words echoed in my head. "No big deal."

Then why did it feel like everything was different now?

What would you do in this situation? lmk in the comments :**

[wubudubu123]

"I thought about this before" bsf!Rafe x kook!reader part two

here's part one

a/n: hey guys I decided to do a part two of my last story lmk if you like it

warnings: curse words

words count: 842

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My phone rang unexpectedly. I picked it up and saw that it was Sarah. It had been two days since the party, and I hadn’t heard from any of the Camerons.

"Hey Sarah, what’s up?" I answered.

"Hey girl, I’m sorry to call you, but I wanted to ask if you’ve seen Rafe lately. I can’t seem to find him anywhere. Maybe he’s at yours?"

I was shocked by what I heard. Did Rafe run away? "No, sorry, he hasn’t contacted me in the last two days. I’ll try to find him," I said.

"Thank you, y/n. It means so much to me. You know, with Ward gone, he’s unpredictable," she replied, her worry clear in her voice. I knew their relationship wasn’t perfect—they had always had a troublesome dynamic.

"No problem. I’ll keep you posted," I reassured her, ending the call. Immediately, I tried calling Rafe.

"Hi, you’ve reached Rafe Cameron. I can’t talk right now. Leave a message," his voicemail greeted me, followed by a loud beep. Frustrated, I decided to drive to Barry’s place—maybe he’d know where Rafe was.

Twenty minutes later, I parked my 2022 Porsche 718 outside Barry’s trailer. Stepping out, I closed the door and walked up to knock. After a minute, the door creaked open.

"Oh shit, look who the fuck showed up at my humble doorstep. What’s good, y/n?" Barry greeted me, his eyes scanning me up and down.

"Hey, is Rafe here?" I asked directly, not in the mood for his games.

"Hell yeah. Yo, Country Club! Look who’s here!" he shouted, and Rafe appeared almost instantly, stepping outside and closing the door behind him.

"Y/n, what’re you doing here?" he asked, looking surprised to see me.

"What I’m doing here?! What the hell are you doing here? Your sister called me—she said she can’t get a hold of you. Why are you ignoring her and me?" His attitude pissed me off, and I found myself yelling at him.

Rafe raised his hands in surrender, trying to calm me down. "Listen, I needed to get away from everything. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up. When I woke up after the party, I didn’t remember anything and decided I needed to get clean for a while. Tannyhill was stressing me out too much."

"And you thought a dealer’s place was the best place to crash? Jesus, Rafe, you could’ve let me know." I rubbed my forehead, trying to think. He stood there, looking at me apologetically.

"So wait, you don’t remember anything? Like during the party or… anything at all?" I asked cautiously, trying to figure out if he remembered our kiss.

"I mean, I remember being mad and throwing a party, and then I fucking blacked out. That’s all," he admitted. I didn’t know how to feel. Should I be relieved? I knew he was drunk when he kissed me, but a part of me wished he would do it again. The pit in my stomach grew heavier.

"Alright, well, I’m glad you’re okay. Don’t scare me like that again. I’ll let Sarah know," I said and turned to head back to my car.

"Wait, y/n! Can you drop me off at home? I don’t have my car here," he called out.

"Sure, get in," I replied, unlocking the door. A short while later, we were driving to Tannyhill in silence.

Rafe broke it first. "Why were you asking if I remember anything? Did something happen?" he asked, looking at me with curiosity.

I froze, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. "I mean, nothing of much significance. I just got you to bed and made sure everyone left shortly after that," I lied, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Oh shit, really? Hahaha, I wouldn’t know," he chuckled, clearly not remembering a thing. I prayed he wouldn’t ask me more questions.

I dropped him off, and the rest of my drive home was spent in blissful silence. Only my thoughts interrupted it.

Why was I thinking about him differently now? It was just a meaningless, drunken kiss. He’s just my friend. That’s all. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling. How much longer could I keep lying to myself?

a/n: should I make a mood board for this🤭

[wubudubu123]

"I thought about this before" bsf!Rafe x kook!reader part two

here's part one and part three, part four

a/n: hey guys I decided to do a part two of my last story lmk if you like it

warnings: curse words

words count: 842

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My phone rang unexpectedly. I picked it up and saw that it was Sarah. It had been two days since the party, and I hadn’t heard from any of the Camerons.

"Hey Sarah, what’s up?" I answered.

"Hey girl, I’m sorry to call you, but I wanted to ask if you’ve seen Rafe lately. I can’t seem to find him anywhere. Maybe he’s at yours?"

I was shocked by what I heard. Did Rafe run away? "No, sorry, he hasn’t contacted me in the last two days. I’ll try to find him," I said.

"Thank you, y/n. It means so much to me. You know, with Ward gone, he’s unpredictable," she replied, her worry clear in her voice. I knew their relationship wasn’t perfect—they had always had a troublesome dynamic.

"No problem. I’ll keep you posted," I reassured her, ending the call. Immediately, I tried calling Rafe.

"Hi, you’ve reached Rafe Cameron. I can’t talk right now. Leave a message," his voicemail greeted me, followed by a loud beep. Frustrated, I decided to drive to Barry’s place—maybe he’d know where Rafe was.

Twenty minutes later, I parked my 2022 Porsche 718 outside Barry’s trailer. Stepping out, I closed the door and walked up to knock. After a minute, the door creaked open.

"Oh shit, look who the fuck showed up at my humble doorstep. What’s good, y/n?" Barry greeted me, his eyes scanning me up and down.

"Hey, is Rafe here?" I asked directly, not in the mood for his games.

"Hell yeah. Yo, Country Club! Look who’s here!" he shouted, and Rafe appeared almost instantly, stepping outside and closing the door behind him.

"Y/n, what’re you doing here?" he asked, looking surprised to see me.

"What I’m doing here?! What the hell are you doing here? Your sister called me—she said she can’t get a hold of you. Why are you ignoring her and me?" His attitude pissed me off, and I found myself yelling at him.

Rafe raised his hands in surrender, trying to calm me down. "Listen, I needed to get away from everything. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up. When I woke up after the party, I didn’t remember anything and decided I needed to get clean for a while. Tannyhill was stressing me out too much."

"And you thought a dealer’s place was the best place to crash? Jesus, Rafe, you could’ve let me know." I rubbed my forehead, trying to think. He stood there, looking at me apologetically.

"So wait, you don’t remember anything? Like during the party or… anything at all?" I asked cautiously, trying to figure out if he remembered our kiss.

"I mean, I remember being mad and throwing a party, and then I fucking blacked out. That’s all," he admitted. I didn’t know how to feel. Should I be relieved? I knew he was drunk when he kissed me, but a part of me wished he would do it again. The pit in my stomach grew heavier.

"Alright, well, I’m glad you’re okay. Don’t scare me like that again. I’ll let Sarah know," I said and turned to head back to my car.

"Wait, y/n! Can you drop me off at home? I don’t have my car here," he called out.

"Sure, get in," I replied, unlocking the door. A short while later, we were driving to Tannyhill in silence.

Rafe broke it first. "Why were you asking if I remember anything? Did something happen?" he asked, looking at me with curiosity.

I froze, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. "I mean, nothing of much significance. I just got you to bed and made sure everyone left shortly after that," I lied, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Oh shit, really? Hahaha, I wouldn’t know," he chuckled, clearly not remembering a thing. I prayed he wouldn’t ask me more questions.

I dropped him off, and the rest of my drive home was spent in blissful silence. Only my thoughts interrupted it.

Why was I thinking about him differently now? It was just a meaningless, drunken kiss. He’s just my friend. That’s all. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling. How much longer could I keep lying to myself?

a/n: should I make a mood board for this🤭

[wubudubu123]

"I thought about this before" - bsf!Rafe and kook!reader part one

a/n - here is part two, part three, part four

warnings: alcohol, weed, curse words, name calling

word count: 709

Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated ੈ✩‧₊˚

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I arrived at Tanny hill two hours into the party and saw that almost everyone was under the influence. I went inside to find Rafe and talk to him about his dad. Even though he didn't show it, I knew that he was grieving and missing him. Although Ward wasn't the best man, he was still his father and many people were gossiping and judging him for his mistakes.

After looking for a bit I noticed him in a small crowd, sitting on the couches on the terrace. Rafe looked like he was about to pass out and some girl next to him was smoking a joint and passing it around. "Rafe!" I yelled but he didn't hear me. I called for him one more time and left with no choice I went up to the group to drag him away.

"Come on Rafe, let's go." I tried to pull him by his arm. He was spread out on the couch with his head swinged back. By that time I realized that I will not be able to have a real conversation with him tonight.

"What do you want?" he asked irritated that I had the audacity to bother him.

"You look like shit. C'mon Rafe, you are going to bed" I nudged him.

"What do you mean? I'm having a party. Isn't it great Lisa?" he turned his half asleep face towards the girl with the joint.

"Hell yeah I'm having a blast. You should chill the fuck out, hoe" she looked at me like I was crazy. My blood boiled I was ready to jump this bitch if not for the fact that I was there to help Rafe. Not cause more problems.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that shit." I looked at Rafe thinking how I can get this man to get up. "Rafe I'm serious GET UP RIGHT NOW" This time my voice woke him and he immediately sat up straight.

"Alright, alright I'm up" he put his hands up in defense, trying not to close his eyes again. His right hand reached out to meet mine and he finally got up. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kind of hugged me, putting half his weight on me. We walked towards his room and when I opened the door I saw a couple making out on the bed.

"Guys are you serious?! Get the hell out!" I said and they quickly rushed out. I made sure Rafe was safely half sitting, half laying on the bed and then I started to take off his hoodie and sneakers.

"Jesus Christ y/n. Why you gotta be so fucking loud and nervous all the time? You gotta relax and I can help you with that. You know I have my ways." he winked at me and I thought to myself how is this man able to flirt when he's barely unconscious?

"Yeah I think that won't be necessary" I said giving him a new t-shirt for sleep.

"C'mon, since when did one hook up ruin a friendship? It'd be fun." he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me near him. I was sitting next to him on the bed. He pushed my bangs away from my face and gently touched my jaw. Just as he was about to put his lips on mine I said "Rafe, you're really drunk. You're not thinking straight."

"I thought about this before, y/n" he gently kissed me. It wasn't something I'd thought I would enjoy but I did. He caressed my face and started to deepen the kiss.

I pulled away before he could slide his tongue in. "This is a bad idea. Sorry Rafe I can't do this" I lied to myself. My body was telling me to continue but the last bits of my sense told me to go home. This time I listened.

[wubudubu123]

dark!Rafe Cameron one shot

a/n: Hii guys I'm new on here and it's my first ever fanfiction. toxic!Rafe Cameron one shot Let me know if you like it.

warnings: emotional abuse, cocaine, curse words, mentions of physical violence in previous relationship, choking

---This one shot follows the plot of season two obx---

I went into the room he was in - bent over a line of coke. "Just one" I heard Rafe murmur to himself before snorting a line.

"You said you would get clean." I said to him standing now about one feet from him.

"Listen y/n, it's non of your business" he whispered not looking at me. He was all shaken-up after his conversation with Rose about the gold. He knew that she was lying to his bare face. He wasn't going to believe her words. He needed to prove that he's a man and can solve problems when they come up.

I snatched the bag of white powder from the desk and quickly jumped away from the table he was sitting at. "Give that to me" he instantly got up and yelled. "Y/n I'm not fucking kidding. Give it back now."

I put the back behind my back and said "or what?" I paused. "You'll hit me?" I asked confidently, putting my chin up and looking him straight in the eye.

He cornered me and grabbed my chin harshly. I was now standing pressed against another table in the middle of the room we were in. "Maybe I should huh. Your ex-boyfriend set the bar high. Maybe I should give you some bruises myself" He spitted words with hate.

My eyes began to fill up with tears. I tried to free from his grip when his other hand traveled to my neck and pressed my throat, cutting me off air. "Let me go" I whispered, not being able to talk normally. He kept eyeing my red face and I had a feeling he didn't hear me, stuck in a cocaine trans.

After a long twenty seconds he finally released me and I started coughing and taking deep breaths as to compensate the lack of oxygen he caused. "Get out of my house y/n. I have had enough of you for today." He simply ordered without any emotions besides boredom.

I stormed out of the room and quickly grabbed my purse. Before I knew it, I was back at my small apartment crying, overwhelmed with feelings and memories.