Hello! Can Anyone Help Me Find This Fanfiction Please!! Its A Miguel O'hara Fanfic. It About The Reader

Hello! Can anyone help me find this fanfiction please!! It’s a miguel o'hara fanfic. It about the reader (who’s is spider women) who didn’t listen to Miguel went by herself to a different dimensions. One day she needed help and went to find Miguel twin in another dimension. Turns out that twin is half spider body and half human. The story continues on with reader and the twin love story.

Thank you!!!!

old!Joel who regrets not getting a vasectomy before the outbreak because there’s nothing in the world he would enjoy more than pumping you full of his cum every night

old!Joel who has to remind himself, constantly, how careful he needs to be when fucking you because you’re at peak fertility, and he can’t afford to be a father at 59

old!Joel who gets teased to no end—practically begged when he’s balls deep inside you—to ‘just try it once, please, bet it’d feel so nice going inside me, daddy’

old!Joel who knows better than this, who already sees the uneasy looks whenever he walks the streets of Jackson with you and how much worse those looks are bound to get with the swell of a belly under your dress

old!Joel who grits his teeth and pants out ‘alright, fine,’ and grips your hips tighter, thinking they could stare as much as they liked—he was getting you pregnant tonight

i loooveeed your older!rafe fic sm i gotta request more😩🤭

let’s do older!dbf!rafe who catches reader being verbally abused by her boyfriend & protects her from further harm & this is how their affair starts.

but oh- her dad catches them in the act!🫣 „but daddy i love him!“ & when her dad hears about how he saved her from her shitty boyfriend he kinda accepts it but is still finding it weird🤭

older!dbf! rafe cameron x afab!reader

warnings: abusive ex, age gap (reader is 20, rafe is 43), unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, creampie, fucking on multiple surfaces, praising, female & male oral receiving, fingering, scratching, back shots, car shenanigans, semi public sex, biting, dirty talk, creampie, getting caught

Rafe sat at the bar, sipping his whiskey, when he overheard the vile insults being hurled at the young woman sitting next to him. She was clearly drunk, and her boyfriend was taking advantage of her situation to berate and belittle her.

"Let go of me, Brad!" she slurred, trying to tug her wrist free from his painful grasp. "Don't you dare walk away from me, bitch!" Brad snarled, his face red with anger. "You think you can just leave me here?" the girl winced, her eyes welling up with tears as he dug his fingers painfully into her skin. Brad raised his other hand, balling it into a fist, and that was when Rafe had heard enough. He stepped in, grabbing Brad by the collar and wrenching him away from her.

"Stop it, please!" she cried, her voice wobbling as she tried to pull Rafe and Brad apart. Rafe growled at Brad, completely ignoring the girls cry to make him stop, "Never lay your hands on a woman like that, especially not if she's with a piece of shit like you. Show some respect, asshole." Rafe released his grip on Brad's collar, shoving him backwards. Brad stumbled, righted himself, and then spat at Rafe, "Mind your own business, old man!" He turned to the young woman, his face contorted with anger. "We're done, hear me? I'm leaving!" brad said before storming out of the bar.

Rafe watched Brad storm out of the bar, then turned his attention to the young woman. She was rubbing her wrist, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice a stark contrast to Brad's harsh tone.

She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, sniffling. "yeah...thank you...I'm so sorry...he's never...I mean, he's grabbed me before, but not like that...I'm so embarrassed..." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Come here.." Rafe murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug. She burrowed into his chest, sobbing quietly. After a moment, he said, "I can take you home if you'd like." She sniffled, pulling back to look up at him.

that’s when y/n got a good look at the man.

he was taller than her; basically towering over her.

he was gorgeous.. blue eyes that were so intense, he had some scruff growing, that made you wonder what it felt like between your thighs—

"Yes, please...but you don't have to, you already did so much..." She hiccuped again, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. Rafe gave her a warm smile, that made her knees buckle, brushing her hair out of her face. "Nonsense, it's the least I can do," he insisted. "Besides, I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you take a cab home alone, not after what just happened." He helped her gather her things.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Rafe turned to her and said, "I'm Rafe, by the way. Rafe Cameron." He extended a hand, waiting for her to take it.

and that’s how this whole situation started.

months later, rafe and y/n found themselves entangled within in his sheets, limbs entwined and bodies slick with sweat.

Rafe groaned as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, sweetheart.." he hissed through gritted teeth.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he continued to pump into her, his thick erection stretching her, filling her completely. y/n moaned beneath him, her fingernails scoring his back as she clung to him, her inner muscles clenching around him with each thrust. "Oh, angel'," Rafe drawled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I told you I'd show you what it's like with an older man, didn't I?" He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her. “how much better i could take care of you.. hm?”

"You're so tight, so responsive...you were wasting your time with that boy," he groaned, his breath hitching as she scored her nails down his back once more. "I know what you need, sweetheart."

He shifted his angle, his powerful hips bucking against her as he drove into that spot that made her see stars. His thumb found her swollen bud, circling it expertly as his beard-roughened face nuzzled against her breasts. "cum for me, angel.”

y/n’s back arched, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned his name, her voice hoarse and broken, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. She was drowning in sensation, consumed by him. "Rafe..." with a guttural groan, Rafe buried his face against her neck and stiffened, his hips jerking against hers as he found his own release. He pulled out of her, his warm seed spilling onto her belly as he praised her. "So beautiful, sweetheart, so perfect..."

the bedroom door suddenly slammed open, revealing a red-faced Mr. Y/L/N. "Y/N!" he roared, his eyes darting between his daughter's naked form and Rafe's bare backside. "Rafe? are you fucking serious?" he barked at Rafe, who quickly grabbed his pants and covered himself. Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he took in the scene before him. "Rafe," he said, his voice tight. "We're business partners. I didn't realize our working relationship extended to...this." He gestured to y/n's prone form on the bed.

Rafe stood up, pulling his pants on and quickly tying the belt. He approached Mr. Thompson, opening his mouth to apologize, but the older man cut him off. "Just leave, Rafe," he said, his voice cold. "I need a moment with my daughter."

as soon as Rafe closed the door behind him, y/n sat up in bed and turned to her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "But Daddy, I love him!" she pleaded. "He saved me from that awful boyfriend of mine; brad! you hated him too! and he's kind and caring and he makes me so happy, Daddy," y/n continued, her voice trembling. "Can't you just... let us be together? Please?" Mr. Y/L/N sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his daughter, seeing the desperation in her eyes. "No, y/n/n.." he said firmly, though his heart ached at the sight of his daughter's tears. "Not right now. I need time to process this. You're my little girl, and the idea of you with Rafe...it's just too much."

y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Daddy. I understand," she said, wiping away her tears. But as soon as her father left the room—

she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Rafe: ‘Meet me tonight.’

Later that night, y/n snuck out of her bedroom window, carefully navigating the trellis she'd used countless times as a teenager. Rafe was waiting for her in his car, his face etched with concern. "I'm so sorry about your dad," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. y/n cuddled against his chest, nuzzling his neck. "He'll get over it," she insisted. "I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. He'll realize that eventually. And until then...we'll just have to keep sneaking out." Rafe smirked, his arms tightening around her. "Is it bad that I kinda like the sneaking around part?" he asked, his voice low and husky. y/n laughed softly, her heart fluttering at the possessive way he held her. "I think it's kinda hot, actually..”

They spent the evening on a little date, going to a quaint diner for milkshakes and fries, then strolling through the park hand in hand. Finally, they arrived at the movie drive-in, where they settled into Rafe's car with a blanket and a bag of popcorn.

As the movie began, Rafe's demeanor shifted. He became more focused on y/n than the screen, his hand slowly creeping up and down her thigh. He'd start at her knee, his touch light and gentle, then slowly drag his hand higher, his palm brushing against her inner thigh. y/n's heart raced as Rafe's hand continued its slow, torturous journey up her thigh. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible with his warm touch igniting a fire beneath the surface. She felt herself getting wet, her panties growing damp with desire.

y/n squirmed in her seat, parting her legs ever so slightly to give Rafe better access. He took the hint, his hand sliding even higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her underwear. "Rafe.." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.

Rafe leaned over, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers slowly slid beneath the fabric of her underwear. "Shh..” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We're just watching the movie, remember?" His fingers gently parted her folds, slowly caressing her wet warmth. Y/N bit her lip to keep from moaning as Rafe's fingers expertly stroked her. She tilted her hips, encouraging him to touch her more deeply. His thumb found her swollen nub, circling it slowly as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her.

"You don't have to be quiet, sweetheart," Rafe murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "The movie's loud enough to drown you out, and we're in my car. No one's going to hear you..”

y/n let out a loud whimper as Rafe's fingers picked up pace. "Oh god, Rafe!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the car's interior. He chuckled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy.

y/n's hands clutched at the dashboard, her knuckles turning white as Rafe's touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Rafe, please, I'm...I'm gonna..." she broke off with a loud moan, her body convulsing as she came hard against his fingers.

Rafe's hand gentled, slowly easing her through the aftershocks as he brought his shiny, wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "Now, unbuckle my pants, like a good girl.”

With trembling hands, y/n reached over and unbuckled Rafe's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips, allowing her to push his pants and boxers down just far enough for his hard length to spring free.

Rafe praised her with a low, "Good girl," his voice thick with desire. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, gently guiding her down onto her knees on the passenger seat. "Just like that, sweetheart. Now, wrap your hand around me and stroke." Rafe's breath caught as y/n wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching as she slowly stroked him. "That's it, just like that.." he praised, his voice low and gruff. "doing so good, sweetheart. It feels so good..”

Rafe's hand covered hers, guiding her as he showed her how he liked to be touched. "A little tighter," he instructed, "and a bit faster." He let her take over, his head falling back against the seat as she pleasured him. She loved the feel of him in her hand, his skin so hot and silky. She could tell he was close, his breathing growing faster, his hips jerking up to meet her strokes.

Rafe's grip on her hand tightened as he neared his climax. "Fuck, y/n you're going to make me...ah!" He came hard, his hot cum shooting out of him in thick, creamy pulses as he pumped his hips against her hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Rafe let out a satisfied sigh, his body relaxing back against the seat. "y/n.." he breathed, "You're incredible." He reached out, gently cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to his. "Come here," he said softly, pulling her up onto his lap.

y/n straddled Rafe's lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, mixed with the salty tang of him. He ran his hands up and down her back, his touch tender and soothing.

a few days later, y/n juggled several shopping bags as she let herself into the house, calling out, "I'm home!" She dropped her bags in the hallway and headed for the kitchen, skidding to a halt in the doorway. Mr. Y/L/N was sitting at the kitchen table, his face unreadable. "Dad?" Her dad took a deep breath. "y/n, I've been thinking a lot lately. You’re 20, and...well, I think it's time I give you some more freedom." He paused, running a hand through his hair. “know I can be...overprotective.." he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment. "But it's only because I love you so much, and I just want to keep you safe. But I realize now that shutting you out and not letting you date is probably doing more harm than good."

"So, I've decided to trust you more. You're a smart girl, and you deserve to have a normal teenage life. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "whoever you're seeing, they'd better treat you right. You understand?" y/n launched herself at her dad, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You have no idea how much this means to me." She pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "So, does this mean I can see rafe again?"

Her dad hesitated, his jaw tensing. "Rafe's a good man," he finally said. "But he's older than you. And he's my business partner." He sighed, "Just...promise me you'll take things slow, okay?"

y/n nodded eagerly, hugging her dad again. "I promise, Dad. I'll be careful, I swear." She kissed his cheek goodbye, then hurried out the door, practically skipping to her car. She drove to Rafe's house, her heart racing with excitement as she pulled into his driveway.

She rang the doorbell, shifting from foot to foot nervously as she waited. The door swung open, revealing Rafe shirtless, with low-slung sweats and a lazy smile. "Hey, beautiful," he drawled, pulling her inside and kissing her deeply. rafes pulled back from the kiss, frowning slightly. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, even as his hands roamed over her curves. "Not that I'm complaining." He nipped at her bottom lip. "But you're acting extra needy tonight..”

Rafe's eyes widened briefly before a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, then..." he murmured, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, his hands and mouth continuing to explore her body. "No more sneaking around..no more hiding..” Rafe's hands slowly pushed up her tank top, baring more of her skin to his touch. He kissed along her collarbone, his fingers toying with the hem of her top. "Lift your arms," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Rafe's kisses trailed down her body, his hands following suit. He unhooked her bra, his hands gently squeezing her breasts before his mouth followed, lavishing attention on each peak. He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs as he knelt between them. "You have no idea how hard it's been..” Rafe growled, his hands skimming up her sides. "I'd have kept sneaking around to be with you, no matter what your dad said." He nuzzled into her neck. "I'm so addicted to you, angel..”

y/n writhed beneath him, her breath hitching. "Well, thankfully we don't have to sneak around anymore," she purred, her hands tangling in his hair. "Now you can have me whenever you want." Rafe groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "Whenever I want, huh?" He nipped at her skin, his fingers tracing the waistband of her jean shorts. "And what if I want you right now? On the bedroom floor, up against the wall, bent over the couch...”

y/n whimpered, her body aching with need. "Yes," she hissed, arching into him. "All of the above. God, Rafe, you're killing me." She wiggled out of his grasp, shimmying out of her jeans and underwear in one go. Rafe grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Well, since you're offering...I think I'll start with the floor."

y/n giggled, her voice breathy as Rafe dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. "The floor, huh?" she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so romantic." Rafe chuckled, his hands gripping her backside as he kissed the side of her mouth. "Romance later," he promised, his voice growing darker.

"Right now, I just want to bury myself inside you and hear you scream my name." His hands tightened, wanting her to flip over on her knees and palms. Rafe's hands kneaded her backside as he aligned himself with her core, his thick length pushing inside her inch by inch. He gave her time to adjust, his lips exploring hers deeply. His calloused hands were a stark contrast to her soft skin, his fingers flexing as he held onto her.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and thrust forward again, his pace quickening. "Like this?" he asked gruffly, pulling out of her and pushing back in as he hit it from behind, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him. She could feel every inch of him, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before.

“Yes! shit.. just like that," y/n panted, her fingers clawing at his black carpet. "You're so deep...you touch...you touch something inside me." Her words were punctuated by his powerful thrusts, her breath hitching with each movement. "Harder, Rafe, please." Rafe chuckled darkly behind her, his fingers tightening on her hips. "You think you can handle it, angel?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Without waiting for a response, he sped up his pace, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside her over and over.

Rafe's pace grew faster, his breathing ragged. "You're taking my cock so well, sweetheart.." he praised, his hand snaking around to toy with her puffy clit. He slapped her backside once, twice, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with their moans. "Such a good girl.” His large hand splayed across her stomach, his fingers splaying over her pretty belly as he pistoned in and out of her. His calloused palm caressed her hip, squeezing her backside appreciatively before delivering another stinging slap. “so fucking beautiful..and all mine.”

y/n's fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her front. "Desk," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Want you...on the desk..." Rafe understood, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stood, still buried inside her. He carried her to the desk, his strong arms cradling her backside as he perched her on the edge. He leaned her back onto the desktop, his hands braced on either side of her. "Better?" he asked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

y/n smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah," she whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck. She drew him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Now, don't be gentle," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and drove into her with force, making the desk screech back. "Like this?" he asked, his voice gruff. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging gently. He pulled her head to the side, his lips finding her throat. y/n's head fell back, her mouth parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling sharply as her hips canted forward to meet his powerful thrusts. "yes! f-fucking perfect..”," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "Mark me, please."

Rafe's moan echoed through the room, the feelings overwhelming him. He suckled at her shoulder, leaving a dark hickey before biting down on her neck, marking her with another bruise as he continued to pound into her. His teeth sank into her flesh, his hips slamming forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel her nails scoring his back, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him on.

The sensations became too much for both of them. y/n’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she climbed closer to the peak. Rafe's breathing grew ragged, his face burrowing into the crook of her neck as he neared his own release.

"Rafe," y/n whimpered, her body quivering. "I'm— i’m close..." Her insides quivered around him, her release nearing. “shh, it’s okay baby, let go for me..”

Rafe's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with brutal intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he growled, his own release threatening to overwhelm him. "Tell me where you want my load." "Inside me," y/n moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Rafey, I want to feel you...come inside me. Now, please, now..." Her words spurred him on, her inner muscles tightening around him.

Rafe's eyes rolled back, his face contorting with pleasure. The pressure became too much, and with a guttural moan, he buried his face in her neck and came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her as his hips continued to jerk forward; making y/n whimper at the slight overstimulation.

His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest as his body shook with the force of his release. y/n’s own body convulsed, her nails digging into his back as she found her own peak, milking him for every last drop.

Rafe collapsed against her, his breath hot against her neck. "You did so good for me, baby," he praised, his voice hoarse. "You took all of me like such a good girl." He pressed gentle kisses to her skin, his arms tightening possessively around her. "my sweet girl..” They stayed entwined on the desk for several long moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rafe gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, where he stepped into the shower with her, carefully cleaning her up. "I love you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at the words, her eyes widening in shock. This was the first time Rafe had ever said "I love you" to her, and it meant the world to her.

gooner rafe is so icky i need him biblically use ME as a fleshlight

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fratboy!rafe who spends his free days fucking a fleshlight, knee deep in porn, thinking about the innocent sweetheart in his lectures who is always biting on her pen and batting her lashes at him.

fast forward to when he finally gets a hold of you, regularly having you round and discovering you’re just as chronically horny as he is. the two of you get super comfortable together, often lazing around his student apartment in just a tshirt and some panties and long socks whilst he’s in one of his classes. he’s not your boyfriend, but you miss him — walking around, bored and horny.

whilst looking for a sweater deep in the back of his closet, you stumble across a torso sex doll— which makes you realise he really is perverted, thinking about the tall boy holding down the doll and fucking it’s tits or bouncing it in his lap had you clenching your thighs — bringing the doll to his bed to have your own fun.

getting totally lost in the moment, you don’t notice rafe arrive home — too busy grinding your messy cunt on the toys fake one, tits pressing together as you whine, thinking about all the times rafe must have rut into it instead of you, potentially thinking of you. he can’t believe what he’s seeing, but humiliation gets the better of him and in a second he’s got you flipped off the toy and onto your back, a hand round your neck.

he’s sweating, because what the fuck — all red in the face as his eyes dart between you and the toy.

“where the fuck did you find this? what are you—”

“i’m sorry, rafe… just horny, wanted to play with your toy…” you bat your glassy eyes at him. he runs a hand through his hair, but then instantly gets to unbuckling his belt.

“shit…”

don’t think it goes unpunished though, the boy standing beside the bed with you laying on your front on top of the toy, legs spread and hole presented for him all whilst he slides his cock into the doll instead, fucking the lubed up hole as you whine, trying to hump back against him — glossy folds printing against his abdomen with each roll of his hips.

“yeah, s’what you fuckin’ get for snooping around. you want this dick? you better work for it, or better yet — get your own fuckin’ toys. not sharin’ you with a bunch of plastic.”

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cheater cheater , ღ

part 2

: ̗̀➛ stepbro!rafe comforting reader while topper, her boyfriend, is out cheating on her.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ main masterlist | reader x stepbro!rafe masterlist

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes being rafes step sister, unprotected sex, p in v, kinda pervy rafe, breeding kink, and i think that's it idk

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you knew it was wrong ─ fucking your step brother while your boyfriend was out doing whatever the hell he was doing. you didn't care that you were cheating on topper at this point but with his best friend that just so happens to be your step brother? what the fuck.

topper had been ignoring your texts lately and going out with his friends a lot more than usual ─ turning his location off while he's out with them. he pushed you over the edge when he blocked you tonight after telling you he'll be busy tonight. you ran to rafes room with tears in your eyes that eventually led up to your current situation,

"that lil fucker ─ shit girl." he leans back a bit to watch your pretty pussy swallow his cock whole, sucking in a breath. "he's been treating you like shit lately huh? fuckkk ─ big bro will take care of you, yeah? yeahhh, shh shh s'okay baby" he grabs one your hands intertwining them in his and moving his other to rub harsh circles on your puffy clit.

you whine out totally overstimulated by his cock stretching you out and the newfound pleasure of him playing with your sensitive pussy. "rafeee ─ s'too much."

he grinned down at you while rubbing your clit harder. "you can take it. i hear you faking with toppers dumbass when you sneak him in. you need some real dick." you clench around him, tears staining your cheeks while he pumps in and out of at a speed that has you seeing little white dots around his room.

"fuck baby ─ this what toppers missing out on right now? feels s'good. so fucking good." you moan out loudly which is quickly muffled by his hand flying to cover your mouth. "cant let the whole house know your cock drunk off your stepbrothers dick, yeah? stay quiet doll."

rafe can tell you're close by the way your pussy flutters around his cock and the way you grip onto his large biceps like your life depends on it. he's close too, so fucking close ─ he's been waiting to fuck you for what felt like years now. if anything it made him happy top was very obviously cheating on you. now you could finally be all his.

"shit baby, m'gonna cum. gonna let me cum in this pussy?" rafe is pounding you into the mattress, still rubbing your sensitive bud. you nod eagerly, barely understanding what he just said.

he knows you're too cock drunk to understand ─ just nodding your pretty little head to anything he says. "really gonna let step bro nut in you? gonna let me fill you with my babies? nasty, nasty girl." you completely let go letting your orgasm wash over you, clenching even harder on his cock.

of course rafe sticks to his word and cums deep inside of you, fucking the cum up into you. he leans back to watch it drip out of you and onto his sheets. "fucking hell." he looks back up at your fucked out state ─ eyes glossy, lips red and swollen, hair a fuckin' mess. yet you're begging him for more. "oh yeahhh. babydoll just needed to get a taste of some real dick, huh? you want some more? yeah? shit. yeahhh, goood girl." he says sliding right back into you.

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waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe!!

authors note: thank u sm for the support lately on this !! if u still arent part of the tag list, feel free to let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <3

previous

you pull into the lot, the crunch of gravel beneath the truck’s tires the only sound you hear as you shift the car into park. so far, so good, you think, shutting off the engine and tossing your keys into your lap.

the ride here had been surprisingly smooth, considering you’re driving a truck you’ve never touched before in a world that feels completely foreign. a quick glance at google maps had helped you navigate.

taking a deep breath, you step out of the truck, slamming the door shut behind you and instantly squinting as the midday sun catches your eyes. you glance up at the sign outside the wreck, the familiar wooden board making your heart race a little faster.

you’re not ready, but you push forward anyway. with the keys still clutched in your hand, you head toward the restaurant, your stomach in knots.

as you approach the entrance, you hesitate, lingering behind the door even though most of the place is made of glass. you can already see customers inside, people chatting and eating, and in the middle of it all—the pogues.

your heart lurches in your chest. they’re here. jj, pope, john b, and kiara. they’re all here. the sight of them—alive, real, in the flesh—makes your head spin.

with a deep breath, you pull the door open and step inside, trying to smooth down your clothes as you cautiously approach the group. kiara is the first to spot you, standing by the table while the boys sit, looking like she’s mid-shift. her eyes widen when she sees you, and she immediately puts her tray down on the table, practically rushing over to you.

“y/n, holy f—” she breathes, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. you freeze for a second, still processing the fact that kiara carrera is hugging you like you’ve been friends for years, but you quickly wrap your arms around her in return.

“where have you been?” she asks, pulling back to look at you with concern.

you’re confused but manage a small smile. “uh . . . here and there.”

before kiara can respond, john b and pope stand up from their seats, walking over to join the reunion. their faces are serious, concerned, and the energy shifts from relief to something heavier. they hug you, one after the other—john b slapping you on the back, pope squeezing your shoulder.

“you’ve been m.i.a. for weeks,” kiara says, her tone still filled with worry. you can only nod, your mind racing. m.i.a.? weeks? what has this universe’s version of you been up to?

john b’s half-joking tone cuts through the tension. “no, no, yeah, is rafe keeping you hostage or something?” he asks with joking-concern, though there’s a sharpness in his eyes that tells you he’s not entirely kidding.

you force a laugh, not sure how to answer. “i’ve just been busy. i guess.”

but the questions don’t stop. “you never spend time with us anymore,” pope adds, his voice a little quieter but still pointed. “not even a ‘hi’.”

john b nods, quickly jumping in. “yeah, like the other day—i saw you driving, and you just . . . you looked stressed. didn’t even wave.”

you blink, trying to process their words, but your gaze drifts toward jj, who’s been quiet this whole time, standing behind the others, just watching you. he’s risen out of his seat, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his expression unreadable.

your eyes lock onto his, and there’s an awkward silence that stretches between you two as the others continue to speak, their words starting to blur in your head.

you have no idea what you’re supposed to say, no clue how to answer their questions, because you have no idea what kind of life this you has been living.

kiara glances around, ensuring that the boys are momentarily distracted, before she pulls you aside, her expression turning serious. “hey, can we talk for a second?” she asks, lowering her voice as if to guard a secret. you nod.

as you step away from the lively chatter of the pogues, kiara leans in closer, her brow furrowing slightly. “are you and jj okay?” she asks, her tone heavy with concern. you blink, momentarily stunned by the question.

are you two not? your mind races to comprehend what’s happening. what did you miss?

kiara’s expression softens, but you can see the confusion flickering in her eyes. she hesitates for a moment, gauging your reaction. before you can press her for clarification, you glance back toward the boys. jj is striding over, his expression a mix of determination and something more vulnerable that you can’t quite place. relief floods through you; he’ll help you make sense of this chaos.

as he approaches, he suddenly envelops you in a tight embrace, pulling you into him as if the air itself is a precious commodity. the warmth of his body against yours is overwhelming, and you find yourself caught off guard by the intensity of the hug.

“you can’t just scare me like that,” he mutters into your hair, his voice low and slightly strained. you pull back slightly to look into his eyes, the concern etched across his features makes your heart ache.

“i’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, still grappling with the weight of their worry. “i didn’t mean to . . . whatever i did.”

jj’s frown deepens as he holds your shoulders, grounding you. “it’s okay. we’ve all been worried about you,” he admits, his tone sincere, almost tender. “you just . . . disappeared.”

“disappeared?” you echo, the word hanging heavy in the air.

kiara watches from a distance, her expression shifting from relief to concern as she observes the exchange between you and jj. “i’ll talk to you later,” she whispers, stepping back to rejoin the boys.

“are you good?” jj asks again, his eyes searching yours for the truth.

you nod, but inside, uncertainty churns. “i think so,” you reply, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “just been a rough couple of . . . hours. sorry.”

the thought that your friends have been worried about you, that they felt your absence acutely, makes you feel a strange blend of gratitude and guilt.

you slip into an empty seat at the table, feeling the weight of their eyes on you, though they’re not staring outright—just that subtle, expectant energy from people who know you, who expect you to slip into conversation naturally.

the pogues keep talking, voices overlapping, john b saying something about a boat, pope chiming in about something kiara did the other night. you try to follow, but the tension in your chest grows tighter with each passing second.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, more as a distraction than anything else, but as soon as you unlock it, you see a series of texts from rafe lighting up the screen.

‘ where are u ’

‘ ? ’

‘ y/n ’

a jolt of nerves shoots through you. you hesitate, glancing around the table before typing a quick, evasive reply: ‘ grabbing something to eat ’ and then you lock the phone, slipping it back into your pocket as if shutting it off will somehow keep rafe from reaching through the screen and dragging you back to him.

you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief when you notice kiara watching you. her brow is slightly furrowed, concern clearly etched into her expression. she can sense something’s off—you’re not fooling anyone.

quietly, she reaches across the table, her fingers brushing yours as she places her hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you glance at her, surprised by the small gesture. her eyes search yours, asking a question she doesn’t need to voice. you manage a small, grateful nod in response.

she doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t let go either. she just holds your hand, her quiet way of telling you that she’s here, that whatever’s going on with you, she’s got your back. it makes your chest feel tight in a different way now—a kind of bittersweet ache.

there’s something comforting about her kindness, about how she’s looking out for you even when you barely know how to look out for yourself in this universe.

the boys keep talking, the hum of their conversation flowing around you, but you’re only half-listening. you’re too busy wondering how long you can keep pretending, how long before someone calls you out, or worse—how long before rafe shows up, expecting you to be the girl he knows, the one you’re clearly not.

you give kiara’s hand a gentle squeeze back, silently thanking her. whatever this universe’s y/n had with these people, it was clearly something worth holding onto. now, you just have to figure out how to live up to it.

you drive back to the camerons’ house, the road blurring a little as your thoughts swirl with everything that happened at the wreck. the pogues, the way they looked at you, kiara’s hand holding yours . . . it was overwhelming.

and then rafe’s texts—those three small messages that sent a ripple of anxiety through your chest.

you pull up to the house and notice an extra car parked outside, one you didn’t see earlier. you assume it must be rafe’s. he’s home.

turning off the engine, you sit in the car for a second longer than you need to, just staring at the house. it’s quiet, as it always seems to be. you sigh, grabbing your phone and sliding out of the truck. your steps are slow, calculated, as you walk toward the nearest door that leads inside, keys jingling softly in your hand.

you let yourself in, the familiar stillness of the cameron estate washing over you. you half expect to hear rafe’s voice, or even the sound of something from the kitchen, but there’s nothing.

your shoes make soft thuds against the hardwood as you approach the staircase, heading upstairs, but you’re stopped halfway up by movement out of the corner of your eye.

someone is pacing in the hallway—going back and forth between one of the rooms and the bathroom.

you freeze, instincts kicking in as you press yourself slightly against the railing, watching the figure move. it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim light filtering through the hall, but when they do, you realize it’s a girl.

she’s rushing, flustered, like she’s trying to get ready for something or find something important.

you squint, trying to get a better look. and then it hits you. sarah, rafe’s sister.

your mind stalls for a second, trying to piece this together. sarah’s here? your confusion deepens as you process what you're seeing.

in the show, sarah had practically sworn off coming home because of rafe, too afraid or too angry to set foot in this house. but now, here she is, pacing around like she never left.

you blink, trying to make sense of it all. things really are different here, you think, the realization sinking in deeper. this isn’t the world you knew from the show. people are different. timelines are different. maybe even rafe is different.

“sarah?” your voice comes out a little softer than you intend, tinged with concern. sarah freezes in her tracks, realizing she’s not alone. she turns toward the sound of your voice, her eyes scanning the hallway until they land on you, just now reaching the top of the stairs.

“oh! y/n. i didn’t even . . even hear you come in,” sarah says, moving back into the bathroom, fiddling with an earring that looks like it’s giving her trouble.

you hesitate for a moment, glancing around cautiously, tiptoeing past the open doors, half expecting rafe to be lurking somewhere. you check every shadow, every open space, feeling that knot of unease tightening in your chest. like he could appear at any second. and for some reason, it scares you more than it should.

“yeah, you know me! quiet as a . . .” your voice trails off when sarah leaves the bathroom again, now heading back into her room.

your steps quicken, and you catch up to her, pausing at the doorway as she moves around, her pace hurried. something about it feels off.

“hey, what are you doing?” you ask, more out of curiosity, but also trying to make sense of what you’re seeing.

sarah barely looks up, focused on adjusting her earring, her back still turned to you. “i’ve got to head out. there’s this thing i promised kie i’d go to, but of course! i’m running late.”

the casual tone throws you off, like this is just another ordinary day. but your mind races, trying to keep up. kie?

the door downstairs clicks open, and you hear the familiar jangle of keys hitting the table near the entrance. sarah pauses for a moment, but only to check her reflection, humming softly to herself. the sound of rafe’s voice calling out from below makes you stiffen.

“y/n?”

sarah, oblivious, brushes past you, grabbing her phone as she’s ready to head out.

you reach for her instinctively, fingers grazing her arm, wanting her to stay, to keep her here just a little longer, but it’s no use. she pulls away easily, humming her tune as she heads downstairs.

your hand lingers in the air for a second before it falls back to your side, and you clench your fists tight, feeling the cold bite of unease creeping up your spine.

you’re left alone in the hallway, breath caught in your throat, and you can hear rafe jogging up the stairs—too fast for you to get your bearings, too quick for you to decide on what the hell to do next. your eyes dart around, searching for a place to hide or something to distract yourself with, but it’s too late.

he nudges sarah playfully as he passes her, like this is routine, and before you can even process it, rafe’s standing in front of you, catching you off guard with that easy smirk of his.

he’s amused. you can tell. you must look ridiculous leaning against the doorframe like that, trying way too hard to appear nonchalant.

his gaze flickers over you, and for a second, you think he’s going to laugh, but instead, he closes the gap between you, his hand slipping easily around your waist. the kiss he presses to your forehead is casual, familiar.

“hey,” he murmurs against your skin before pulling back and slipping into his room, leaving you standing there in your awkward daze.

you gnaw on your bottom lip as you step into the room after him.

rafe settles into his chair with a heavy sigh, leaning back and rubbing at his temples, clearly worn out. his fingers press into his skin, trying to relieve some of the tension, and you can’t help but watch him for a moment. he looks like he’s been through it.

you move slowly toward the bed, leaning back against the edge, trying to steady your breath and ease the weird knot in your stomach. rafe is quiet for a bit, eyes closed, before he speaks up, his voice low, almost distracted.

“ran into my dad earlier.”

you stay quiet, just nodding, letting him talk. you’re not sure how you’re supposed to respond to that, especially with how vague that even is. he’s still rubbing at his temples, and then he adds, “hey, has sarah talked to you at all about . . .”

you arch a brow, confused. “about what?”

rafe pauses, his eyes flicking over to you, but when he realizes you have no idea what he’s talking about, he just shakes his head, muttering under his breath, “nothing.”

why is everyone being so secretive today? it’s infuriating.

there’s a beat of silence before he changes the subject, dropping his hand from his face and leaning forward a bit, looking at you more closely. “where were you earlier? you said you were getting somethin’ to eat? bring me anything?”

you feel your pulse quicken, scrambling for a lie that’ll stick. “oh, yeah, i, uh, went to this place nearby—what was it called?” you stall for a second before pulling a name that you think you remember seeing on the way to the wreck. “waterman’s cafe. but there was this huge line, and they were backed up on orders, so . . . i just ended up getting something quick for myself.”

you give a half-hearted shrug, trying to sell it. “didn’t think i’d be there for that long, so . . . sorry, didn’t bring you anything.”

rafe just nods, looking a little disappointed but too tired to really care. “yeah, s’all good. don’t worry about it.”

he leans back again, rubbing his temples, and the room falls quiet. you can feel the weight of everything—how out of place you are, how close you are to slipping up.

your phone buzzes softly in your pocket, cutting through the quiet, and you pull it out to check. it's a text from kie.

‘ miss u already. why didn’t u come back with sarah? 3 of us together again ’

it makes you smile for a second, but before you can dwell on it, rafe rubs the back of his neck and gets up from his chair. “you ready to go?”

your smile fades as you blink at him, caught off guard. “what?” the question slips out before you can stop it. go where?

rafe furrows his brows, clearly confused. “why are you forgetting so much today? we’re going to the . . .” he trails off, waving a hand in the air like it’s obvious, “you told me yesterday that you wanted me to take you shopping for midsummers. said you wanted a new dress, shoes, whatever.”

you feel your breath catch for a second. midsummers. you remember that from the show, where all the kooks in the outer banks dressed up in fancy attire—the girls in dresses, the guys in suits and ties.

you play along, nodding slowly, but you feel yourself processing the idea of shopping with rafe, and—admittedly—a part of you feels a little intrigued by it.

you get to spend rafe’s money.

your lips twitch up into a slight smirk as you entertain the thought. is this what having a sugar daddy feels like? you snicker to yourself at the ridiculousness of the idea.

“right, yeah, shopping,” you say, standing up and smoothing your hands over your shorts, trying to act casual. “totally didn’t forget, let’s go.”

rafe, unaware of the internal chaos you’re experiencing, watches you for a second before shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “you’ve been forgetful as hell lately,” he mutters, checking his pockets to make sure he has what he needs. “you seriously need to get out of your head.”

you laugh, unsure whether he’s being serious or just teasing you. “yeah, i guess i’ve just been . . . distracted.”

“distracted, huh?” rafe glances at you again, one eyebrow raised, almost like he’s questioning you but decides to let it go. “let’s go then. the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get outta there.”

he’s clearly not thrilled about going, but it seems like he’s doing it for you—or, well, for the version of you that apparently wanted this yesterday.

as you head downstairs, his hand brushes yours, guiding you toward the front door. before you leave, though, he glances back at you, his voice lower. “oh, by the way, my dad said your parents are visiting, like, ‘rica right now.”

your feet stop abruptly on the stairs. rica? your parents . . . are in costa rica?

rafe’s voice is casual, but the words hit you like a truck.

for a second, your entire body freezes, your hand gripping the wooden railing a little too tightly. your parents—your parents—are in costa rica right now. it’s like your mind can’t fully grasp the concept.

your parents you grew up with, always talking wistfully about the places they’d visit one day, always saying, “when we have time, when we save enough, we’ll go.”

it’s the sort of thing you used to talk about over dinner when you were younger, your mom flipping through travel magazines, your dad rambling about the rainforest and wildlife they’d visit.

those conversations always ended with a resigned sigh, your mom closing the magazine, saying, “maybe someday.”

but this version of your parents? they’re not stuck in ‘maybe someday.’ they’re in costa riva, living the life they always wanted.

you swallow hard, your throat tightening with the wave of emotion that suddenly crashes over you. you blink rapidly, trying to force away the tears that well up behind your eyes. you can’t just break down. not in front of rafe.

on one hand, you’re genuinely happy for them, knowing that their dream finally came true in this version of your life. but on the other hand, it’s a brutal reminder that your parents, the ones you grew up with in the world you know outside of this, never got that chance. they never made it past those conversations.

rafe, oblivious to you, doesn’t seem to notice the full weight of what he’s just told you. he starts down the rest of the stairs, but you remain stuck on the middle step, your hand still gripping the banister. you take a shaky breath, glancing down at your feet, willing the lump in your throat to go away.

“y/n?” rafe turns back when he notices you haven’t moved. his brows knit together, concern briefly flashing in his eyes. “you alright?”

“mhm,” you hum, and you clear your throat quickly, forcing a tight smile onto your face. “yeah, i’m fine.” you nod, though it feels like you’re lying to yourself more than to him. “i just . . . didn’t know they were there.”

he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “yeah, apparently they’ve been there for a while. you should probably call them tonight or something. i think they miss you.”

that comment hits you like another punch to the gut. they miss you? why is rafe the one telling you this, and not your own parents? unless they have? but . . .

there’s just something you’re not getting. something’s missing. it’s like everyone else—your parents, the pogues, even rafe—knows something you don’t. and the longer you stay in this world, the more you realize that the other version of you, the y/n who actually belongs here, has been avoiding people. ghosting them.

you take a step down, feeling like you’re moving through quicksand, but you try to pull herself together.

rafe watches you carefully, sensing something is off but not fully understanding it. he rubs the back of his neck and takes a few steps toward the door. “c’mon.”

you nod, following him out the door.

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