Rafe Outer Banks - Blog Posts
Ok I am so new to this but lol I wanna start doing fan fics on drew/rafe would y’all be interested in this!!!!
heyy can i have a sub rafe and reader is fucking him non stop that he cried and u can add anything afterthat :))
Warnings: sub/dom, overstimulation, crying kink, bondage, breeding, degradation, mommy kink, probably more.
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Are you too dumb to speak, Rafey? My pussy too good for you?” I keep my hands planted on his chest as I bounce of his massive cock. Who knew Rafe Cameron was a total sub? Big bad cokehead outside the bedroom but inside, he loved to be used and tied up. Degraded and humiliated. Slapped around. Pegged. The guy had serious mommy issues too. He was perfect.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty and have such a nice cock. My pussy making you dumb? You pussy whipped for mommy?” I speed up as I feel him cumming again, moaning behind his ball gag as tears fall freely from his big blue eyes.
“You’re such a good fuck, Rafey. Nothing but a stupid fuck toy for me to use however I want. You’re nothing but a dick for me to ride until your cum runs down my legs.” I take in his red rimmed eyes, face covered in sweat and tears as he whimpers incoherently. Such a pretty mess. And all mine.
I pry the ball gag from his mouth and he sucks in a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as I keep riding him.
“Look at my sweet boy, so dazed and confused.” I slap his cheek lightly as his eyes start to roll back as he cums again, pathetic little whines leaving his lips as his body trembles.
“M-mommy, please. It’s too much. It hurts.” Rafe cries, pulling against his restraints.
“But you’re still so hard inside me, Rafey.” I lean in and press my lips to his. He kisses me back urgently, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough.
“You know your safe words. Use them if you need them.” I whisper but he shakes his head, desperate to prove he can take me. I smirk as I sit back up, rolling my hips back and forth. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and down onto the bed. Leaving a nice big wet spot.
“Silly boy. You’re not going to walk right for a week.”
anyone know this rafe series?
does anyone plss remember this Rafe series? it was stepbro!rafe and the first part (and maybe second) was smut and he got her pregnant and i think ward kicked them out of the house and rafe like bought a house?! plss tell me someone remembers
Content warning: Rafe being horny, little foreplay, lots of grabbing, kissing, takes place at your place, lots of teasing, established relationship, tit play
Summary: sexy time with a twist
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You were in the bathroom, hiking your favorite underwear up your legs, trying to capture the sensuality they do on screen when the doorbell rang throughout your living room catching your attention.
With one final draw up your thighs you pulled the waistline up, resting the elastic hem against your skin, twirling on the tips of your toes, looking back, giving your ass a little shake on the way out. You dropped the t-shirt from under your chin, smacking the lights with with your palm, entering the dark.
You skipped over to the door, careful to dodge an obstacles that may have been waiting for you. Successfully making it to the door, you twisted the knob to reveal in all his 6'2 glory, your handsome boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.
You flicked on the dull porch light just to see his face, his eyes trailing down to your shirt, noticing the faint presence of your breasts, your nipples poking at the fabric freely.
"Expecting someone else?" He asked, watching you acan him from head to toe.
"Just looking," you sassed, throwing your arms around him, the action further confirming his suspicion when he felt your chest press against him, your arms sweeping beneath his, connecting around his back.
His hands came to rest on your lower back, his fingers deafly sweeping over the end of your shirt.
You let go ever so slowly, retracing your action, but instead of letting go your pinkie slips through his index and you reel him in, pulling him toward you.
Your shirt swayed teasingly as you twirled keeping him locked in your grasp, the change providing a good view to the white panties outlining the curve of your ass.
Rafe's lip curled at the silent promise of a treat.
"Turn the light off behind you," you said, waving at the row of switches. He took his time, memorizing the art before him, one he wouldn't mind adding a couple more strokes to.
He did as told, letting the dark envelop the house once more, following you to your single bedroom.
He wasted bo time, shoving you on to your mattress, your instincts making sure you landed on hands and knees, ass up, facing him. Full access as he wanted.
"Wait," you exclaimed, crawling away from the edge of the bed, making room on the other side.
"What?" He questioned, his hands pulling at your comforter in an attempt to guide you back over to him.
He was so needy when he knew he was getting action. Sometimes he took his time, but any other he got right down to business.
You flipped onto your back, sitting up against the pile of pillows behind you, an iron grip fell on Rafe's collar, his stature falling level to you in seconds.
He was still tall, even on his knees, struggling to maintain his posture as you pulled him forward so you moved your legs making more room for him, your knees folded against his ribs as your lips connected.
Once he was steady he hooked his cool fingers beneath your knee, shifting the whole situation to have him beneath you while he selfishly tugged at your clothes.
Things got heated quick, shirts got removed, and mouths got to work, his tongue swirling around your sensitive stump, his warm mouth closing around, teeth sinking into the doughy flesh. His palm kneed the other pinching it, flicking his thumb to sooth over the stinging.
He was so entranced by you he cupped them in entirety and just squeezed, thrusting his erection further up, now digging into the damp cloth between your legs. When he pulled away from your tit he kissed the other, and lowered you to the mattress, following suit, his body cared yours.
"Is that.." kiss, "enough.." slip of the tongue tickling through roof of your mouth, "break?"
If you didn't combust right there, melting to the heat applied to all senses.
Finally he was moving where he really wanted, from your hardened nipples, down your stomach, feeling it tighten further down.
His index circled your waistline before he sank in, making you hiss at his cold ring dragging against your pelvic bone.
"The fuck are these?" He grumbled, curling the fabric around his finger, pulling it, letting it snap back against you making you flinch.
"Huh?" You were steadying yourself on your elbow, watching him pull at but not move the panties.
This wasn't the first time he had sex with you, and definitely not the first time he's had to strip you to get you where he wanted.
"the hell is this shit?" He repeated louder, repeating the motion of.
"Rafe, what?" You pulled away, scooted up into a seat, resting your knees to your chest and arms stacked to cover your partial nudity.
"That's not what you usually wear," "and that has what to do with this?"
In all honesty this wasn't where you thought it would end up going, and you're still unsure of how it got to this point.
"What is it?"
You're aware that his last relationships he's probably had girls dress up for him, and you do that occasionally, but Rafe doesn't usually care as long as he can relieve himself or you.
He's acting like a kid discovering porn, "comfortable is what it is."
"But why? You're young and pretty, don't you want to look like it?" He gestured towards the underwear. They were a little bigger than the average cut, they offered decent coverage and went high, and they resembled a diaper shape wise, but that shouldn't matter if they're coming off.
"What's wrong with these?"
"They're granny panties," you could hear the disapproval in his voice.
Did he want you to get rid of them or what? You only had one question, letting a silence creep between the two of you. They even have lace, not a whole lot, but enough.
"Are we still doing this or?" And he let your question linger, he shifted, his head shaking, hand coming to his face in contemplation.
You grumbled, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, he sat up, still thinking to himself while you scooted off the bed.
He turned his head for a second, watching you gather your shirt and hold your breasts out of sight with an arm, pulling it over your head.
You slowed your movements hoping he gave you an answer of some sort, but he kept watch, so you left him in the dark, disappearing into the bathroom.
You closed the door behind you, turning the light on, Rafe heard you moving around and was drawn back your way by the creaky door.
Your hip leaned against the doorframe, your fingers pinching your shirt up to reveal you had changed into black lace, thinly cut that would potentially give you a wedgie.
He visibly perked up, tilting his head at you, itching to come forward.
You approached the bed, walking slowly, crawling towards him, stopping at his lap, you brought your legs beside him, straddling him, letting the rest of you relax against him.
"Let's try this again," you offered, delicately pecking his lips.
You let him undress you again, this time with the aid of the lace, he still slipped them down to your ankles.
"Thought you wanted those," you pointed out, finally feeling his fingers dig into your core.
"Eh," he shrugged, "visually."
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A/n; for a second you had him like...
See You Later Daddy~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Daddy Kink,P-IN-V Sex, unprotected sex
(wrap it before you tap it😉)
Rafe’s getting ready to leave and go hang out with Topper and Kelce. I don’t want him to leave, and I know just the trick to get him to stay home.
“Do you have to go?" I whine, holding on to Rafe as he tries to get dressed.
"Yes, I do. Now let go so I can get ready.” Rafe chuckles, trying to get me off.
"Whatever,” I scoffed, walking away only to feel a harsh slap on my ass.
“Lose the attitude.” Rafe chuckled
I’m sitting on my phone scrolling through Instagram when Rafe walks out of the bathroom, all dressed, heading straight towards me.
"Alright, I’m leaving. I love you.” Rafe leans in, trying to get me a kiss, but I dodge him.
"Uh, uh, don’t do that. Give me a kiss.” Rafe leans in, but I keep dodging him, laughing.
“GIVE ME A KISS!” Rafe yelled, grabbing me.
“No.” I laughed, trying to escape him.
“Don’t be a brat.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing my face and placing a rough, wet kiss on my lips.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I pout, crossing my arms.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He placed another kiss on my lips, softer this time.
I just sit back, watching Rafe walk towards the door, already knowing how I’m going to get him to stay.
"Alright, see you later, daddy.” I smiled watching him walk out. My smile turns into a smirk when I see the door open back up.
“What did you just say?” He asked, walking back in
"Nothing.” I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders.
"Okay, I love you.” He looked at me suspiciously as I walked out.
“I love you too, daddy.” I smirked at seeing him walk back in.
“You know exactly what you’ve doing.” Rafe smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrugged.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?" I look at my phone, trying to ignore Rafe, who was walking towards me with the stupid, sexy smirk of his.
"Mmhh, what did you say?" He smirks, getting in my face.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Toppers probably wonder where you’re at.” I lean back so he isn’t in my face.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, taking off his shirt.
"Bye, see you later.” I look back at my phone.
“You’re going to see me later when you turn back around.” Rafe smirked, unbuckling his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
“RAFE.” I squeal when Rafe grabs me by my ankle, dragging me to the end of the bed.
“You think I’m stupid; you know exactly what you were doing.” Rafe smirked, grabbing my phone out of my hand and tossing in at the top of the bed.
Threading your fingers through his soft blonde hair, your eyes fluttered closed as he stroked from your ankles with both his hands, up towards your knee and to your inner thighs.
Only before dragging them back down again. Rafe pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther before dragging his lips back down.
His lips press against your ankles and your knees. He's teasing you, and you know it.
“Please don’t tease me.” I begged
Rafe licked a flat stripe up your pussy before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Rafe continued to lick at you. His tongue was swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.
Rafe hummed against you, slipping two fingers into you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Rafe was good at eating you out; he knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it.
“You like that, baby?” Rafe asked, curling his fingers and instantly hitting that soft spot in you.
"Yes, god, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I moaned, warping my hands in his hair to push him back down.
“Yeah, you're going to cum, baby."
"Yes, Rafe, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moan, but right before I could, Rafe instantly stopped pumping his fingers, removing all contact from me.
"No, no, no, what the fuck, Rafe?" I was literally about to sob.
"Uh, uh, not yet.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing me and flipping me on my stomach.
”I told you you would be seeing me later when you turned back around. Rafe instantly propped me up on my knees, pushing me down in the middle of my back with my ass in the air.
"Rafe,” I moaned when he slid in, instantly thrusting slowly.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you.
"Please, Rafe, stop teasing me.” I whined
“That’s not my name." Rafe smacks my ass, speeding up a little.
“What’s my name, baby?” Rafe wraps his arms around my throat, pulling me onto my knees as my back collides with his chest.
“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Oh god, Daddy, faster.” I moan when his pace speeds up.
Pushing myself backwards, I met his rhythm as he drilled into me, his balls slapping against my skin as he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go with every aggressive thrust.
I could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of my walls, my trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.
"So hot and tight." Rafe groaned, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe.
mouth begging for relief, but your body demanded more. "I can feel how close you are." His words had my inner walls clenching and my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.
Rafe’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit, and a choked sound leaves me as my body shakes.
“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me.” Rafe groaned, pushing me flat on my stomach.
“Oh god, Rafe, oh God.”
I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we're both spent and fighting to catch our breath.
We’re both quiet, trying to catch our breaths, when Rafe’s phone starts ringing.
“It’s Topper.”
3AM~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Fingering
I let out a sigh as I closed the front door. I slid my heels off quietly and gently sat my purse on the counter, only grabbing my phone. I got a quick look at the stovetop, and the time was 3:29 a.m.
oh shit.
I tip-toed up the stairs, being as quiet as I could. I finally walked to our bedroom and peeked the door open. Once I felt like it was safe, I stepped in. I quickly turned around and closed the door. I let out a relieved sigh and tossed my head back.
"Where have you been?"
I jumped at the voice and looked over to our bed. Fuck, I've been caught.
"I was out with the girls, like I told you." I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at him, watching as he slowly stood up and walked towards me.
"It's 3 in the morning. Where have you been?" he asked again.
"Why do I have to tell you?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"What time did I tell you to come back, 11 right. It's 3; you were out doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. and you're drunk, I can smell it." Rafe scoffed.
Shit, there's no getting out of this.
"First of all, I'm not drunk." I scoffed.
"Watch your tone with me," he said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. I whimpered as his grip tightened.
"I was at a party," I signed.
"Now you're not going anywhere else since you want to lie and shit, understand?" He tilted his head.
"y-yes"
"Great, now go get in the shower. You smell like alcohol," he smirked, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, standing up straight. I sighed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.
Tossing on one of Rafe's t-shirts that went past my knees, I walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Rafe was still awake, but I think he's mad. Hmm, let's see. I gently slid his phone out of his hand and clicked it off.
"Stop looking like you want to kill me." I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over his lips.
"Stop doing stupid shit that makes me want to kill you." He rolled his eyes, kissing my thumb and sliding his hands under my shirt.
"I'm sorry." I removed my hand and pecked his lips. He smiled at me and flipped us over. I guess he's not mad.
I felt him slide his hand down my body before dragging his hand up to his lips and spitting on his fingers before placing them straight onto my heat, causing me to jump.
I placed my hand in his hair griping and pulling it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“Oh god, Rafe, please.” I moan as he speeds up.
As soon as I started to get closer, he smirked, suddenly stopping his movement and pulling my shirt back down.
"What the fuck, Rafe?"
"Your drunk, shut up," he cut me off, laying back in his spot.
"You’re such a piece of shit." I glared at him.
"Mhm, goodnight, babe," he yawned, leaning over and turning the lights off.
my corpse friend
pairing: rafe cameron x humanexperiment!reader
summary: after the death of his father, rose taking wheeze with her and sarah not even acknowledging his existence, a sad and lonely but prideful rafe decides to use his money to finance the project of a young and ambitious scientist who assures he can built him the perfect life partner.
warnings: +18 mdni! mention of death, and human corpses used for experimentation. justified physical description of reader (reader not feeling comfortable in her own body is an important part of the story). past trauma. reader hating everything about herself. suicidal thoughts. taking the people pleasing too far. emotional dependency. mention of blood and several other body fluids. not scientifically accurate as the heart and brain are used as a metaphor of human behavior. some could consider this includes necrophiliac tendencies (her body is synthetic but her vital organs and other internal systems are from death people). sexual content. p in v. dubcon. creampie. corruption kink. soft dom rafe. emotional violence. cheating. not happy ending.
dead dove🕊️ the insanely long paragraph of tws is there for a reason, prioritize yourself.
𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ so this was supposed to be a silly creepy self indulgent one shot but i got carried away. now this became my way to deal with my stuff in a multiple part fic. i'm so getting locked up for this one.
coming soon... let me know if you want to be added to the taglist
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my corpse friend
my corpse girlfriend
my corpse burden
my real girlfriend
my corpse
Let Me, Angel Chronological Masterlist
The chronological order of how to read the series. The other master list is just the release order of the parts.
Sophomore Year:
I Heard That Rafe Sent Someone To The Hospital, Y/N
Sophomore Year:
Let Me Be Yours, Angel
Let Me Find You, Angel
Let Me Date You, Angel
Let Me Tell You The Truth, Angel
Let Me Give It To You, Angel
Let Us Cheer You Up, Angel
Let Me Try To Understand, Angel
Let Me Fix Your Problems, Angel
Let Me Drive With You, Angel
Let Me Put Her In Her Place, Angel
Let Me Help You, Angel
Let Me See It, Angel (New)
Let Me Cut It, Angel
Let Me Hold Onto You, Angel
Let Me Have Some Space, Angel
Let Me Strip, Angel
Let Me Make It Up To You, Angel
Let Me Guess, Angel
Let Me Have A Taste, Angel
Let Me In, Angel (New)
Let Me Treat You Like A Queen, Angel
Junior Year:
Let Me Make A Mess Of You, Angel
Let Me Explain, Angel
Let Me Be Your Crush, Angel
Let Me Make This Clear, Angel
Let Me Apologize To You, Angel
Let Me Write About You, Angel
Let Me Study, Angel
Let Me Spend Christmas With You, Angel
Let Me Be Your First Kiss, Angel
Let Me Keep Beating Him, Angel
Let Me Do It, Angel
Let Me Get It For You, Angel
Let Me Calm Your Mind, Angel
Let Me Protect You, Angel
Let Me Save You, Angel
Let Me Serve You, Angel
Let Me Push It For You, Angel (New)
Let Me Be Your Snuggle Buddy, Angel
Let Me Prove You Wrong, Angel
Let Me Think About It, Angel (Mar 13)
Let Me Hear That Again, Angel (New)
Senior Year:
Let Me Go Home With You, Angel
Let Me Me Get Them For You, Angel (New)
Let Me Get This Straight, Angel
Let Me Read It, Angel
Let Me Shotgun You, Angel
Let Me Have One More, Angel (New)
Let Me Do It With You, Angel
Let Me Get You A New One, Angel
Let Me Be Your Treat, Angel
Let Me Eat It, Angel (New)
Let Me Touch The Stingray, Angel
Let Me Take Care Of You, Angel
Let Me Handle It, Angel
Let Me Hold It, Angel (New)
Let Me Recreate It, Angel
Let Me Spoil You, Angel
Let Me Do Your Hair, Angel (New)
Let Me Dance With You, Angel
Let Me Pamper Us, Angel
Let Me Take Your Boat Card, Angel
Let Me Take A Second, Angel
After University:
I Will Marry You, Rafe
I Will Be Yours Forever, Rafe
I Will Try Something, Rafe
I Will Use It, Rafe
I Will Be Your Girlfriend, Rafe
I Will Explode With Joy, Rafe
I Will Pick You Up, Rafe
I Will Take Care Of You, Rafe
I Will Love It, Rafe
I Will Come Back, Rafe
I Will Make You Forget, Rafe
I Will Be A Mom, Rafe
I Will Slap You, Rafe
After Kids:
You Are Going To Be My Entertainment, Baby
You Are A Gentleman, Baby
You Have To Be Clear, Baby
You Need To Talk To Daddy, Baby
You Are Our Perfect Boy, Baby
do you ever see scary blonde men and go feral? because I do
awww paneminem he’s totally innocent and didn’t go crazy
he just got messy with the red paint! he’s such a sweetheart 🥰
I’m counting tom as blonde fight me…he just has a little trauma with Valentine’s Day..
look he didn’t try to drown his sister he was teaching her how to swim 🙄 he’s just a proactive person🤷
he was also just another sassy victim of the games 😔
STRANGERS AGAIN, JJ MAYBANK | Disponible en Wattpad.
──Tiene sentido ──afirmó Amelie, pensativa. JJ la observó con su ceño fruncido, sin terminar de entenderla──. Quiero decir, Mallory es... superior a mi en todos los aspectos posibles.
──¿En verdad crees eso? ──cuestionó JJ, acercándose a Amelie con lentitud, tan dolido como ella. ¿Cómo podía pensar aquello teniéndolo a él a su merced?
A JJ no le preocupaba Mallory, ni mucho menos lo que ella piense sobre él y Amelie. Tan solo quería lograr quitarle a Amelie toda esa inseguridad. Deseaba que ella pudiese verse con sus ojos, y así, podría estar satisfecha con ella misma. Según JJ, ella es tan extraordinaria, que la palabra "perfección" no bastaría para detallar cada hermosa particularidad que él le encontraba.
──Pues... Mallory es... bastante bonita.
──Y tú eres jodidamente hermosa, Ames.
STRANGERS AGAIN, JJ Maybank ! disponible en wattpad (solicitar link).
❝ i remember when i first noticed that you liked me back ❞
──Vamos, Ames...
Tras no obtener respuesta alguna de la nombrada, JJ suspiró, dándose por vencido.
Y así, sumidos en la incomodidad del silencio, Amelie y JJ examinaron la zona tal y como Pope lo había mandado.
Era extraño estar siendo acompañada por JJ y estar en silencio. Por lo general, de entre todos los integrantes del grupo, JJ y Amelie eran los más charlatanes, y era peor si se encontraban juntos. Pero ahora, estaban juntos, y en silencio. Un silencio que pareció durar años.
──Ames, vamos, no puedes estar enfadada conmigo hasta que mueras ──resopló JJ, con súplica──. ¿O si? ──añadió para él, pensativo.
Finalmente, Amelie decidió dar su brazo a torcer. Se dio la media vuelta y enfrentó al rubio.
──Sí puedo ──inició ella con su reproche──. Anoche me dijiste cosas hirientes. Cosas que sabes que me duelen oír. No te importó lastimarme, ¿y ahora quieres que finja que nada ha pasado? ──cuestionó, incrédula.
JJ observó sus zapatos con incomodidad. Luego, su mirada volvió a subir a Amelie.
──Lo sé, admito que estuve mal... pero sabes que no se me da muy bien pedir disculpas. Nunca lo he hecho. O al menos, nunca había sentido este tipo de arrepentimiento en serio ──contestó JJ, con mirada suplicante. A pesar de lo convincente que sonó, Amelie no se rindió.
──Pues conmigo deberás aprender a pedir disculpas ──aseguró, ganándose una derrotada mirada por parte de JJ. Él no parecía estar seguro de que aquello vaya a salir bien, por lo que volvió a murmurar──. Me lastimaste, JJ. Eras la última persona que me hubiera imaginado diciéndome tales cosas...
──Soy un idiota, Amelie. No... no merezco que me perdones, solo estaba... ──titubeaba JJ, pero, cuando estuvo por llegar al final, pareció arrepentirse de la información que casi iba a soltar──. Estaba... Mierda.
──Te dejaré pensarlo ──dijo Amelie, queriendo alejarse.
Sin querer su alejamiento otra vez, JJ extendió una de sus manos y tomó la mano de Amelie, deteniéndola.
──Espera, por favor ──pidió, asegurándose de que Amelie no volvería a intentar escapar.
La razón por la que se mantuvo allí fue porque JJ en verdad se veía arrepentido. Amelie tenía en cuenta que JJ jamás suplicaba o rogaba, mucho menos por un perdón de ella.
──Estaba celoso ──finalmente, lo soltó. Lo soltó tan rápido que Amelie no pudo asegurarse de que había oído bien. Tan rápido, que él pareció arrepentirse tras ver la duda en Amelie.
──¿Celoso? ¿Por qué? ──interrogó la castaña. Desde que tenía uso de razón, JJ nunca se había puesto celoso por ella.
──Porque... yo... ──JJ parecía querer decir algo, pero, sea lo que sea, no lo hizo, y Amelie tuvo que quedarse con la tortuosa duda──. Porque creí que nos dejarías por Jack. Que... serían buenos amigos como... nosotros.
Amelie reprimió una risa. JJ frunció su ceño, sospechando que Amelie había descubierto su mentira.
──Puedo tener más amigos que ustedes, JJ ──explicó ella, intentando no demostrar lo raro que se le estaba haciendo hablar con su mejor amigo sobre los celos──. Eso no significa que los dejaré. Nadie sería capaz de tener una amistad como la que tengo contigo. Jamás. Es, científicamente, imposible.
Esta vez fue JJ quien sonrió, sus hombros parecieron dejar de estar tensos.
──Me alegra saber eso ──aseguró, aunque hubiese sido mentira, de cierta manera, sí le agradaba saberlo──. Hablando en serio, Ames, perdóname por ser un idiota y decirte todas esas cosas de las que, por cierto, no estoy de acuerdo.
──Está bien, cuando estamos enfadados decimos cosas que sabemos que le hieren al otro, pero eso no significa que creamos eso.
Luego, llegaron los segundos más largos en la vida de ambos. JJ sonrió con ternura, encontrándose nuevamente con los ojos de Amelie. Esos que siempre le recordaban que, si le gustaba, podría hacerlo cada vez más con tan solo mirarlos.
Tal vez, ambos pensaron en el otro más de lo que deberían durante toda su amistad. Porque allí, mirándose mutuamente, pudieron encontrar todos esos recuerdos en los que desearon ser más que amigos.
Allí, Amelie y JJ descubrieron que, tal vez, aquellos sentimientos eran correspondidos.
Una de las manos de JJ se posó sobre la mejilla de Amelie. La acunó con delicadeza y acarició su rostro, como si de un trozo de cristal se tratase, admirando su suavidad. Amelie cerró sus ojos, dejándose llevar. A pesar de no verlo, supo que JJ continuó observándola.
──Ames...
Heyyyy…..
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IN MY HEAD
PT 2
rafe cameron x kookfem!blackreader
Warnings: Angst
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you didn't expect to see him so soon, not after what he did.His hands in his pockets and a nervous look on his face. As he approached, where you were, you could see popes reaction to him. His cool demeanour changed to uneasy, uncertainty painted on his face.
" You have a lot of nerve showing up here, rafe," your tone cold and harsh
" Listen, I need to talk to you please y/n," he said guilt laced in his tone.
" No rafe, you made your choice ." you say standing up.
"Listen y/n I- I never wanted you to find out this way. it all happened so fast. She was there when I needed someone," he said, stepping closer to you.
"And I wasn't?i was the one you came to when you and ward would go at it, i was the one taking care of you when you where coked out of your fucking mind ,I was there when he died i held you in my arms, me!" you say tears streaming down your face.
"But u went behind my back and slept with my best friend. How shallow can you go" shaking your head
" I- I know ok, I just needed a fresh start, someone who wouldn't remind me of my past, ok," he said, running his hands through his hair.
"A fresh start rafe really wow. I was so stupid to believe you changed," you say, shaking your head and laughing sarcastically.
"y/n, please, I know I made a mistake of doing that to you, but my feelings for her are real ok she makes me happy," he says, looking at you.
"And i didn't rafe hm? how about you go to hell and take sofia with you," you say walking away from him "sorry u had to see all of that," u say, looking at pope then rafe as you walk away.
leaving both of them watching you walk away. " fuck I have to get my stuff from rafes house," you say groaning " fuck my life," you thought, as you walked aimlessly around the beach.
IN MY HEAD
rafe cameron x kookfem!black reader
warnings: angst,cheating
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The beach was quiet today apart from the sound of the waves, it was peaceful far from what you came from , you loved him u did you've been with him since his coke days , his constant lashing out , his father , all of it u were there.
what you couldn't seem to understand is why, why he would give up on you so easily. Why would he do this.
you two were perfect, right? he changed for the better for you, or that was a version you created in your head that you tried to but couldn't fix.
Earlier that day
"Rafe , I'm home i-," You say opening the door
you're suddenly interrupted by soft laughter. listening where the sound is from, you approached the room , opening the door.
shock written all over your face , a mixture of confusion , sadness, and anger welling up inside you the scene in front of you, unforgettable.
Your boyfriend and close friend , sofia in each others embrace kissing and teasing each other both bright smiles on their faces. 'He's never look at me like that,' u thought.
" Rafe , sofia," You croak out , tears welling in your eyes
" y/n,I-," sofia says, a look of pure horror on her face.
" y/n wait, listen -" rafe calls, but before you can hear what he said, you ran out of the house, drowning him out with your own thoughts.
present
That's how you found yourself here , head in your hands, questioning your worth whether you're good enough or not, but all your thoughts are interrupted by a cough.
you look up only to find none other than pope Heyward looking down at you, with an akward smile.
" Hey uh, are you ok ?" he asks you, rubbing the back of his head.
"No, I'm not. Can't you see that? My mascara is running, and I'm at the beach by myself, crying," you say agitated
he lifts his arms with an apologetic look on his face
"I'm sorry I- I'm going through something right now, and I'm just mad at myself for not seeing right through it ," you say with a hoarse voice from crying. Flash backs of lingering looks and not so friendly touches from rafe and sofia crossed ur mind amplifying the hurt you felt
" I get it," he says, looking towards the ocean.
just then, the grumbling of an engine interrupts the quiet moment, with a familiar face in the vehicle.
I'm not your enemy
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The sandy building groaned under the weight of time, its cracked walls and sunken roof barely holding together. Dust and grit hung in the air, and the dim sunlight streaming through broken slats created an eerie haze around the tense group.
Rafe stood at the center of it all, the map clutched tightly in his trembling hands. His chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths. He glanced between John B, Sarah, JJ, and Kie like a trapped animal, his paranoia simmering just beneath the surface.
“Rafe, baby,” you said gently, taking a small step toward him. Your voice was steady, but your heart was hammering in your chest. “Just give John B the map.”
Rafe’s head snapped toward you, his jaw tightening. His eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over. “No!” he barked, shaking his head violently. “You’re just going to screw me like everyone else in my life!”
His voice cracked, and the rawness of his words echoed off the fragile walls. His fingers curled tighter around the fragile parchment as though letting go of it would unravel him completely.
“I know you will,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he looked at you. His hands trembled, and his gaze darted between you and Sarah. “You all will.”
You took a tentative step closer, hands raised to calm him. “Rafe, no one’s trying to screw you over,” you said softly. “We just need the map so we can find the crown. That’s it.”
He let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife. “Oh, yeah? And then what?” His gaze fixed on Sarah, a storm brewing in his eyes. “You’ll just take it for yourselves, won’t you, Sarah? My own sister would rather side with them than with me!”
“Rafe, that’s not true,” Sarah said, her voice trembling. She took a cautious step forward, but JJ grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
“Don’t,” JJ muttered under his breath, his eyes never leaving Rafe. “He’s a ticking time bomb right now.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Rafe snarled, his voice rising as he took a step back. The fragile map crinkled under his grip, and the group collectively tensed.
You watched him closely, your chest tightening at the desperation in his eyes. This wasn’t just anger—it was fear. He felt cornered, betrayed, and utterly alone.
“Rafe,” you said again, your voice calm and unwavering. “Look at me.”
His gaze flicked to yours, and for a moment, his hardened expression softened.
“No one here is your enemy,” you continued, taking another step closer. “I’m not your enemy.”
His jaw clenched, and he shook his head. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “They’ll screw me over, just like they did Dad, just like everyone else.”
“They won’t,” you insisted, your voice firm. “And even if they try, I won’t. I’m here, Rafe. I’m always here.”
He stared at you, his chest heaving. The cracks in his armor were widening, the vulnerability he worked so hard to hide bleeding through.
“Rafe,” Sarah said softly, her tone cautious but sincere. “This is what Dad would’ve wanted. He would’ve wanted us to work together.”
Rafe let out a harsh, bitter laugh, tears welling up in his eyes. “Yeah? Like you worked with him? You let him die!”
Sarah’s face paled, her breath hitching as the accusation hit her squarely in the chest. “He died taking a bullet for me, Rafe,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “He died protecting me.”
Rafe’s lip quivered, and tears began streaming down his face. His hands shook as he clung to the map, but the anger drained from his expression, replaced with pure sorrow.
Sarah’s heart broke as she stepped toward him. “I’m so sorry, Rafe,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. Rafe stood stiffly for a moment before his shoulders sagged, and he let himself lean into the hug. His tears soaked into her shirt as his walls crumbled, his sobs muffled against her shoulder.
When Sarah finally let go, her own tears glistening on her cheeks, Rafe turned to you. His face was still streaked with tears, his vulnerability laid bare in a way you’d never seen before. Without hesitation, you reached for him, your hands gently cupping his face.
“Rafe,” you murmured, brushing a tear from his cheek. His blue eyes locked onto yours, searching for something—comfort, reassurance, hope. You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a sweet, tender kiss. His hands instinctively found your waist, grounding himself in the moment.
When you pulled back, your forehead rested against his. “You’re not alone,” you whispered. “You’ll never be alone as long as I’m here.”
For a moment, it was as if the rest of the world melted away. Rafe exhaled shakily, his grip on the map loosening as he let the weight of his pain lift, even if just a little.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
You smiled softly, taking the map from his trembling hands. As the group exchanged nervous glances, you kept your focus on Rafe, your fingers brushing his one last time.
“We’ll figure this out,” you said quietly, holding his gaze as the group began to move out of the crumbling building.
He didn’t respond, but the flicker of hope in his eyes was enough.
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Hello, I just recently discovered your blog and oh my! Your works are so amazing! I think you are a fantastic writer,keep it up!
I was thinking maybe you could write a Rafe C. fic based on the prompt number 1.(Wiping off droplets of your blood from the floor, knowing he hates the mess.) i think that prompt has strong Rafe vibes. Maybe he hurt reader so bad and she's trying not to anger him even more so she cleans the mess or maybe he made her clean it(threatened he will hurt her even more)
It is completely okay if you can't or won't write it please do not feel pressured
‧𓍢ִ໋ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒
girlfriend.ᐟreader && dark.ᐟrafe cameron
CONTENT WARNING(S)
You widen your eyes at the crimson droplets that stain the cold, golden veined marble. The polished surface mirrors your tearful eyes and, right under the right one, a deep cut is adorning your cheekbone.
You haven't even realized you were bleeding, the flesh of your face feels numb.
"Shit!", Rafe yells, and the awfully loud sound makes your whole body jump. He shakes his hand in pain, knuckles visibly reddened, and his rings are slightly pink from the blood of your wound.
Mindlessly, you try to crawl further from Rafe, which is now cursing out loud at you. "Why do you always make me be like this? You're supposed to shut the fuck up and be by my side!", he growls, lip twitching in disgust as he looks down at you. "But no, you had to play the good samaritan."
He is angry at you that you were on Sarah's side. Your heart broke when you heard Rafe, your boyfriend, tried to literally drown her, so, of course you had to say something to him, you had to confront him. And, of course, that would get you all bloodied and bruised.
"God...", Rafe grunts, wiping at his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Great, now I look like i'm the bad fuckin' guy again, huh?".
You flinch at his words, a stray tear running down on your throbbing cheek again.
His eyes shoot up at you, his wild gaze now stern and fixed on your shaky being. His gaze freezes the blood in your veins. Rafe was always unpredictable and that makes his disorders of behavior even worse and more terrifying.
Your whole body tenses, not knowing what to expect next. But instead of approaching you, Rafe's eyes dart towards the floor and you can see his brows furrowing. Pit settles in your stomach as you realize his eyes have fallen on the blood. Your blood.
"C'mhere...", he commands and you whimper, shaking your head. "Come. Here.", Rafe repeats and you slowly crawl towards his feet.
Your eyes raise and catch your boyfriend flaring his nostrils. His hand fists in your and you cry out. "That’s your fault.", he growls, nodding his head towads the stain of crimson liquid. "So, if I step in fuckin' blood, I'll make sure there's more of it pretty fast.", he finishes, releasing your hair with a disgusted push.
"Clean that shit up.", Rafe finishes, walking outside. You wipe the blood away with your sleeve, watching the color spread on the soft, clean fabric.
MY NOTES: thank you for the encouragement, you genuinely do not know how much your words mean to me, nonnie. I love you sm! Hope you enjoy this and thank u for requesting
CEO Rafe and his secret secretary wife — the rest of the staff have no idea they’re married!
secretary.ᐟreader && husband.ᐟrafe
「 COTTON CANDY POSITIONS 」
NOTES: wait--i can actually see this. This is one of the very few times you will see lighter, fluffy content on my blog, but I couldn't not write this headcanon. ENJOY <3
I'm thinking of...
CEO.ᐟ husband .ᐟRafe that was SO IN LOVE that he put a huge diamond ring on your finger as soon as you two started dating
CEO.ᐟ husband.ᐟ Rafe touching your thighs whenever you go past him, loving your yelps and choked gasps.
CEO.ᐟ husband.ᐟ Rafe who loves fucking you, his sweet wife, hard and fast over his desk while everybody else is on break.
CEO.ᐟhusband.ᐟ Rafe who spoils you rotten and only lets you work because he adores having you around.
CEO.ᐟ husband .ᐟRafe who fires almost all male employee's for looking at you in a way he doesn't like.
CEO.ᐟ husband.ᐟRafe that threatened the life of even his best friend, Topper, when he came by and asked you out, of course, not knowing you're Rafe's already.
CEO.ᐟ husband .ᐟ Rafe that secretly wishes you would get pregnant faster, so you would have to stay at home with his children and cut your every contact with the outside world.
CEO.ᐟ husband.ᐟ Rafe manipulating you after a rough argument, saying your entire life has him at the base and you simply...cannot leave him.
CEO.ᐟhusband.ᐟRafe who goes to the exact same vacantion spots as you, at the exact time as you and yet--none of your friends or co-workers haven't figured you two out.
THAT'S IT, Y'ALL, GOING BACK TO MY DARK ROOTS AGAIN, BYE--
what abt a dark best friend’s dad rafe x young reader where it’s noncon and rafe hurts reader
RIBBONS
best friend's daughter.ᐟ reader && dark.ᐟ rafe cameron
Rafe's pupils were blown out, so widely it looked almost inhuman. His grunts were filling the silence of the night, the sounds bumping in the expensive furniture and coming back with thrilling force directly in your ears.
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, as Rafe's length was pummeling into your tight channel. Elongated, bloody scratches adorned his sharp cheekbones, it was the first and last time of the night you managed to hurt Rafe Cameron. His palms were caressing your now-restrained, sore wrists.
"I had to have you, baby...", he hissed in your ear, accentuating the words with a particularly harsh thrust that made you gasp and whimper furtherly.
"And your family's gone for this month so we'll be spendin' a lotta time together, jus' you an' me". He forced his thick, ringed fingers past your swollen lips. They rested heavy and bitter on your tongue. "I'mma let you scratch my back instead next time, kitten.", he laughed in your terrified face as he rested his bruised cheek on your sweaty forehead.
Oh, gosh.
OKAY SO when the last on ended it could pick up from there and he ties her up in a room. Then they get to where their going to and she tries to get away from him but he finds her. Then brings her back to the house and torture her ( idk if u write for that ) or he just ties her up in the basement and just leaves her there for a while idk <3
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You barely stood awake the rest of the journey. You were lying limp on a thick blanket in a corner, and you only remembered glimpses of Rafe checking up on you, muffled voices and the never ending sound of the waves crashing on the sides of the ship.
The sleep soothed your pain, numbing your senses, so you welcomed it thankfully. You did not want to see or talk to anyone—that person being your boyfriend that beat your brother to death—, you didn’t want to believe you’re alive, going to a future you didn’t want to have. It wasn’t up to you though, apparently Rafe was making the choices and you just had to ask how high when he told you to jump.
The thought of finding a sharp piece of glass and using it to finish off the suffering had crossed your mind, but your body was way too weak to comply with your brain’s commands.
Your lashes batted as you tried to open your eyes. You placed your trembling hands into the mattress and managed to sit on your bottom, letting your back fall on the wall.
Finally, you felt a little strength running through your bones and muscles and your foggy state of mind cleared a bit and, after the days that had passed, you were able to fully open your eyes.
The view was the same: an iron wall, a few carton boxes and the blanket around your body.
But wait—the ship was not moving anymore.
The door creaked open and your puffy eyes fell on your boyfriend’s emotionless ones.
You immediately got up, bringing your knees to your chest and planting your palms into the mattress firmer as Rafe was coming closer.
His dark tee shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, bicep muscles flexing under the material as he brought his hand up to wipe at his nose with his fingers – the obnoxious habit that warned you about the stormy emotions running through his head. Fear ran through your veins as you saw in your mind, again, your brother’s blood staining Rafe’s hand
“C’mon, baby…” he spoke, now as he had fully reached your bed.
Your feet tangled in the sheets as you moved further from him, a whine bubbling up in your throat. The pet name felt foreign and bitter.
Rafe’s brows furrowed, and he spoke your name, it sounded as both a warning and a threat, but it also was the chant of a lost little boy begging you to just…comply with his demands. But did it terrify you to your core.
When you still hadn’t complied, Rafe nodded to himself — another habit he owned — and his hand extended, willing to grip your wrists.
You whimpered as his iron, long fingers wrapped on your skin, coldness running up your spine. He managed to get you on your feet and you yelped when he smashed your back across his chest. Hard. At first, you were grateful for the sustain offered by his body because your legs felt disattached from your hips, considering the stagnation of the blood flow and muscles in your thighs, calves and ankles, but when his hardness poked your lower back, nausea filled you again.
A part of you tried to excuse him, it was telling you he ‘cannot help it’, that he is a man, and men have certain needs at any moment –you inherited this because of his constant manipulation, the contrast and bipolarity of his actions, of vulnerability and power. But having him get aroused from the way your pained whimpers sounded was cruel nevertheless.
The following events went rapidly, and once you were off the massive ship, your numb form was secured into a backseat of a jeep.
“Can I trust you?” Rafe asked, raising his brows, and the threat behind it pinched at your brain. You knew what he meant. ‘Don’t fuckin’ run away.’ But as soon as your boyfriend left, his words were long forgotten. Fight or flight conquered all your senses and you opened the door and sprinted through the bushes adorning the dusty roads.
You knew nothing about the zone, but you would have rather stayed with a crotal than the man that murdered your brother with cold blood.
Your heart started beating faster—if that was even possible—when you heard Rafe’s panicked and terribly angered voice behind you.
“Hey..HEY!” he shouted behind your head and his bicep curled around your chest, stopping you from your sprint.
You screamed, the hoarse and frightened noise filling the emptiness of the dunes.
Rafe’s lips impacted your ear and his hand came to grip your face. The silence was not necessary—nobody cared for your cries, but Rafe needed your silence. It was his everyday bread, he was healing himself by painting your life in ashy shades of black and blue.
The new mansion was not more infant nor healing. The wealth had left its mark all over. Wealth terrified you. In your heart and soul, wealth was a synonym of dore and dreadfulness. Wealth meant the lack of freedom for others. Maybe you were globally right or maybe you were just the unfortunate stupid little girl.
Rafe’s eyes, painted by sorrow and madness, looked at the ghostly scene he created with his own bare hands. He had never seen you this terrified and beaten before, and, as much as he desired to feel a certain fulfillment—the one he had always felt before—he did not. Actually, your tears have turned into tears for him. He felt pathetic.
But that patheticism disappeared as soon as you jumped away from his touch. The voices were chanting in his head ‘disobedience; disobedience’ and then ‘abandonment’. Everybody, absolutely everybody in his life had given up on him at some point and then, he was powerless. But with you it was different. He had the strength to hold you back, even if that meant that you would tear your limbs off trying to uncuff yourself from his claustrophobic, torturous grip. You were the only star in his sky and he was draining all the light from every cell of your body. He knew that someday you will fade away. But until then, he had to bathe in your light as much as it was possible.
"I need you, and you-you don't seem to understand that--" Rafe shouted in the second part, shoving his index and middle fingers in his temples, trying to show you that it's not hard to get this into your head.
However, your black and blue body, splayed across the expensively polished floor was sending a totally different visual message. Wracked sobs and whimpers were met by the back of your palm, puffy eyes staring up at the man you couldn't recognize.
Rafe screwed his eyes shut as he was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. "T-take me home, please--" you suddenly whined, and Rafe was immediately crouched next to your body. “Even if you could kill me and then throw my corpse away in a fuckin’ swamp, I will not live without you. If I’m on fuckin’ fire…", he stopped but you didn't need him to continue. "Do you understand that?”. His yell made your throat constrict and you nodded, forcing more pain into the bruises of coagulated blood on the flesh and muscles of your neck.
In two months, he would put a priceless diamond necklace over them—if you would be lucky enough to be unchained from his dorm—, and you would be expected to place a soft kiss on the lips that brutally murdered your true self, and drink from the poison of his being.
plsss do a dark professor rafe x young reader who is naive and rafe corrupts her and traps her. Noncon ❤️❤️
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"So, you wanna pass, right?", your professor, Rafe, asks, leaning back on the plain wall behind his desk with muscular arms crossed in front of his broad chest, shielding it from your shy eyes. "More than anything!", you whimper, nodding your head vigorously. ”I mean, that’s what my parents want from me…”, you whisperly confess, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip.
“And what a saint you are, listening to your mommy an’ daddy, while all your other classmates don’t give a flying fuck about theirs.” The tone laced with bitter amusement makes you flinch. Rafe has never spoken that way before, you have always considered him a moral person.
“P-please, sir…just help me pass, I’ll do anything. I’ll study for hours, for days, I don’t care, jus’ tell me what to do…”, you plead. Rafe chuckles, not planning to sentence you to continuous studying, God forbid he would do that to his sweet girl. “Come here.”, he breathes out, admiring his reflection into your glossy, widened eyes.
You approach his desk with shaky legs and his hand is swift to grab at your throat. The sudden movement makes you sob, fear overcoming all your senses. ‘What is happening?’ is the scream that bubbles up in your mind.
“You want to pass? Then give me a reason to make it happen, baby. Otherwise… you fail. Simple.”, he growls, ocean blue eyes now a shade of darkened coal. He squeezes your neck tighter, wordlessly demanding a response.
You push weakly at his chest, the lack of air starting to become unbearable, a gesture he clearly doesn’t like. "Grades can be fixed. But so can attitudes. Think carefully, sweetheart. I decide what happens next… and trust me, you won’t like failing my class.", he growls again, bending you over his desk.
And, as you feel his austere, calloused hands bruising your thighs, his wife’s eyes, drilling into yours from the pictures on the workbench, were the ones pinning you in place, silencing your nonexistent screams to just whimpers, tears and, just as Rafe grunts from above you, prayers. Prayers to pass with just this “small” gesture. But you’re not so sure. You know professor Rafe, and he is anything but easily convinced.
kinks for dark!rafe ?
ohhh, I like this one. Considering Rafe is one of the most complex characters to write, and to write well (and my absolute favorite too), I believe they would be:
↝ innocence kink
↝ fear kink (heavily on this one, of course)
↝ dacryphilia or tears kink (again, this one is important)
↝ choke kink (choking basically lmao)
↝ restraints kink
I feel that he would also be into chasing, breath play, manhandling and, of fucking course, slapping/backhanding or straight up physical abuse.
send me whatever questions via inbox, and I'll be more than happy to give writing tips as well.
➦ DISCLAIMER: I do not support these actions, this is just for fictional purposes.
「 THE APPENDACE 」 — PROLOGUE
FIRST CHAPTER ➙
⇀prologue warnings: misogyny; family issues; other possible dark and triggering themes and elements. MDNI! You are responsible for your own media consumption. Barely proofread.
⇀prologue pairings: reader x tony stark (dark and platonic); reader x rafe cameron (platonic); reader x pepper potts (platonic); ward cameron x tony stark (platonic)
⇀note: This fic has been on my mind since foreverrr. And I finally started it. I am the BIGGEST procastinator everr, so bare with me lol. enjoyyy my loveliesss!
⇀W.C: 857 words
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You had always found your childhood insignificant, more like painful to think about, so you believed it was not important. However, what was important was the way you were raised.
Living in the ‘most developed times’, equality and respect was supposed to be found at every corner, especially in the circumstances you were born in. Daughter of the most important man of the New York state, CEO of the biggest industry in the U.S, genius and billionaire, you were supposed to have the sweetest life you could get. But ‘Tony Stark’s daughter’ was only a shiny title, that was meant to only blind you, then trap you in the circle of this life, gaslighted into believing your father was ‘a good man’, and he was never wrong.
Eventually, that became a strong belief of yours.
He never even tried to bring you up though, his ignorance felt stingy and bitter at first, so you tried to fight and fight and fight for your right to be loved by him. That right never came, so you hid in your shell, keeping the thoughts and emotions only to yourself, never realising they were devouring you from the inside.
In the world you lived in, the men were making the great decisions, and women had no say in what was happening with them. A memory that did nothing but whip your heart was when you had witnessed the fight between your father and one of his mistresses.
She had told him she was pregnant, and he calmly told her to ‘get rid of it’. When she protested, saying she really wants to be the mother of her unborn daughter, your father started getting aggressive, stating that he ‘doesn’t need another burden’ as a child. You remembered Pepper’s loving arms wrapping around your small, shaky form and taking you out with her, away from the chaos that was going on inside your father’s office.
A daughter equaled a burden in your father’s eyes, and that cutting remark burnt in your brain ever since. Little did you know he wasn’t considering daughters only burdens, but at least there was a way that a daughter could earn his… good interest—if it could be called that—and that way was the moment when he realised she could be useful for his greater good.
Years passed and when you dared to do or say something that Tony displaced, you were quickly reminded that you were only his daughter—synonyms with ‘woman’, a word the man saw as just a tool—, hoping he would get the realization into your head.
But you still hoped for something, anything from him.
Another hurtful memory liked to hit you from time to time: you were five or six, and you decided to jump from his office desk, to show him you could do something great, too. But unfortunately, you landed on your stomach, spraining your wrist. Even in all the pain, you found a little happiness, thinking your father would spend more time by your side and comfort you. But the irony of fate was that you were wrong. Again. Tony only threw a comment that ‘it was the stupidest thing to do’, and then shouted at Pepper for leaving you unsupervised. The sobs and cries you had in your small bed scarred you, but you still forgave your father even for that.
Your father’s business associate, the CEO of the Cameron Industries, Ward, had a son, Rafe, three years older than you,—it was the only reason your father envied him for. Rafe was your only friend growing up. You still remembered how you hid half your face behind a wall, taking up his form. His blond bangs fell in his face, and he was constantly rubbing his ocean blue eyes with his small fingers, trying to get the hair out of his sight. His father’s left hand held his much smaller one, as he greeted your father with the other. Rafe’s eyes scanned the surroundings—he was patient and still for his young age, and extremely used to luxury—but his eyes stopped when he saw you, and, unexpectedly, he waved.
It was a really tiny gesture, but it meant the world to you, it was one of the few times a male showed you a form of affection. You shyly waved back, then ran away from the hallway.
But months later, when Ward visited your father again, you and Rafe started growing closer. You were two little children, affected by your parents in different ways—both without mothers to hold you growing up—, but you got along oddly well. This small friendship was your secret, and you loved it, Rafe had sweetened your life. Everything went beautifully, until he turned eighteen and left for college in Europe, and you were left alone again.
You hoped that…maybe one day, you will find a man like him and get married, portraying your unknown soulmate as your saviour, the man that will get you out of the chaos that occurred in your life. But, once again, your father took care to crush your unique dream under his foot. And all you could do was watch it.
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ALL I SEE IS 'RED LIGHTS'
》[summary] You are shown the effects of what happens if you cross your boyfriend's line.
》[word count]: 1k (I'm shoked lol it's so short but long for me)
》[warnings]: Not proofread. This work contains dark themes and elements such as abusive relationships; heavy violence and implied homicide; obsessive behavior, mental issues; abuse; mentions of abduction and drugging; and more. This is dark, so if these warnings trigger you, do not interact. MNDI, for your own safety. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
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“Pl-please…Rafe? Rafe, please, d-don’t l-leave me h-here-” you sobbed, struggling against your boyfriend’s rough hands that were trying to secure your wrists together. “Shut up! I need to think-” he hissed, tossing you on the iron floor of the ship. You knew the pogues had got on the boat and they were your only rescue before Rafe would get to take you to a foreign country where you won’t be able to leave him and no one will ever find you, but the problem was that Rafe knew that too. And he didn’t want his plan spoiled by his sister and her stupid “friends”.
You cried harder when Rafe crouched down next to your shaky form and secured the scratchy rope with zip ties. His hair was falling into his eyes that were constantly darting from your wrists to your face. “Somebody help me-” you cried, your voice barely coming out audible from your aching throat, before Rafe slapped you hard across the face, your head meeting the wall of the tight room he was trying to put you in. “Can you just shut your fucking mouth or should I do it for you? Huh?,” Rafe growled, his heavy breath hitting your burning skin. You gave him a small nod before he got up, looking for something to use as a weapon against nothing else than his own sister and the other kids. “I-I’ll di-die down h-here, Rafe, I can’t…I can’t breathe-” you whispered, the hot and small place choking the hope out of you. Your ribs were met by the kick of his foot, and you bent your body even more to try to keep the pain out. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to play the smart bitch, tryin’ to act like you could fuckin’ leave me.” Flashbacks of his hands dragging you by your hair to the car and drugging you with chloroform, all these just to get you on this boat made you nauseous all over again.
When he finally found what he was looking for, he shot a last glance at your trembling form then he closed the door after him, leaving you in utter and complete darkness and pain.
The only thing that you could see was the constant flickering of a red light. You did not know what to do, you felt broken. But you had to try something, unless you wanted all your friends, the only people that really cared for you, dead at the hands of the man you alone decided to let in your life. You attempted to control your breathing and just focus. Had Rafe locked the door? No, he didn't have a key, the ship was massive and there was no chance he had fully explored it. As you struggled to break free from the restraints, they were so tight that they caused your skin to tear.
Ignoring the pain, you searched with your fingertips for anything sharp that could help you escape. Your fingers came across a pointed object, causing an excited squeal to come past your lips. Sliding your wrists against the sharp edge, you eventually heard a slight noise and felt your hands become free. Tears of relief welled up, ready to spill just as warm blood ran down your hands.
As you stood up, your vision blurred from the sudden movement, almost causing you to fall again. Bracing yourself with your arms on the wall was efficient, and you managed to push the door open. You sobbed shakily, grateful for this little victory.
The happiness didn’t last because now you had to figure out a way to…find your friends, get off this fucking ship and make it out alive back to Kildare.
Small droplets of sweat rolled down your forehead and you wiped your face with both of your hands, trying to smooth down your hair and keep it out of your eyes. You took a few small steps, looking around the unknown illuminated surroundings for any signs of Rafe or other men.
A loud bang made you flinch so hard and you thought that, for a moment, your soul had leapt out of your body. Through the tears blurring your vision you saw your older brother, John B, on the dirty floor, coughing heavily and before you knew it, your terrified sight caught your boyfriend straddling him.
Rafe looked almost like a demon, his pupils so dilated his eyes were coal black, hair stuck to his wet face that was hit by the crimson lights, low growls erupting from his veiny neck. The gun in his hand was constantly hitting your brother’s face, slowly turning him into an unrecognisable bloodied creature.
You felt like your insides had been set on fire, and your feet carried you next to the two men. The tendons in your knees gave up on you, throwing you over your brother’s limp body. You did not care about Rafe anymore, you didn’t care if he’d kill you, you wanted to die right now. “Wh-what are you doing to me…?”, you whispered hoarsely, the pain becoming unbearable all of a sudden. Your ears stung, and your tears mixed with John B’s blood, dripping patiently on the iron floor. Your forehead fell on his chest, and his flimsy, yet comforting arm wrapped weakly around your lower back. Your fingers caressed his cheek, gathering the maroon liquid and tiny pieces of broken skin.
Then, Rafe’s agonizing grip fell on the back of your neck, pulling your sagging, delicate body up with his. If it weren’t for his thick bicep that had wrapped around your waist or his broad chest that was sustaining you from behind, you would have collapsed back, right next to your brother. “You are not leaving me.” Rafe snarled awfully calm in your ear, as if he didn’t just possibly murdered somebody. “Get that in your fuckin’ skull already.”
Your tears washed down the blood on your cheeks as you were being dragged further and further to the only one left in your family which was agonizingly consuming his last breaths and, as always, there was not a single thing you could do against Rafe Cameron. It always ended how he wanted.
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⋆.˚౨ৎ in which you become the social media manager for duke university’s men’s basketball team and meet your roommates brother , the captain.
pairing: college!rafe x fem!reader
cw: profanity
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THE HAIR
THE WET SHIRT
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