Bubble | OneShot

Bubble | OneShot

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You and Rafe have alone time before life completely changes.

Warnings: OBX SEASON 2 SPOILERS, SMUT (not that hardcore tbh) dry humping, mentions of choking. lil bit of fluff. hot rafe.

this is my first oneshot ever so yea, enjoy lol

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You were glad to be the first one awake, despite the blaring horn of the Coastal Venture and the morning rays of sunlight peeking it's way into the small room and into your tired eyes, a small smile made its way across your face. You flipped onto your side and bent your elbow, resting your head in the palm of your hand to admire the man next to you. The blonde had moved positions in his sleep, his arm that had started around your waist was now under his head, his right arm spread out beside him with his head facing you. He was shirtless, his tanned back exposed from the blanket being pushed past both of your waists. Your hand went to his back, your fingers tracing the length of his spine and the dip of his shoulder blades, softly tracing invisible doodles until you watched your boyfriends eyes flutter open.

Rafe groaned a bit at the sun getting in his face when he flipped onto his side to try and fall back asleep, your hand moving from his back to his bicep, squeezing the muscle softly to let him know you were awake too. He groaned again, moving his body closer to yours, trapping your arms against his chest and putting his chin on top of your head. You giggled, eyes not tired anymore as you pushed his chest. "Rafe," you sighed, "It's almost eleven." The digital clock on the tiny bedside table read 10:47am. They missed breakfast. His bottom lip puffed out and he opened his eyes again, this time bringing his hand up to wipe the sleep out of them. He focused on you after, sighing quietly as he let his eyes adjust to the light in the room.

You were smiling, your (Y/E/C) eyes shining from the midday sun. Rafe couldn't stop his smile from showing up on his face at the sight of yours. You felt warmth flow through you when he copied your features, it'd been a while since you had seen him be happy. Yesterday was rough. You didn't know the full extent of what happened, all of it had been a blur, and being with Rose and Wheezie amongst all the chaos throughout the whole thing, you didn't really have a lot of information. "G'mornin babe" he said, this time flipping onto his back. You shuffled onto your stomach, crossing your arms over his pecs to rest your head on them. Your right leg swinging to rest over his. "Hi," you mumbled, staring at him. He stared back, bringing his hand up to run it through your hair, from the crown of your head to the ends of it. He repeated the action a couple times before stopping his hand to rest at your neck, his thumb stroking the little purple mark he made a couple days ago. You brought your hand up to hold his wrist, "So, what's the plan today?"

Rafe shook his head, leaning his head back on the pillow, his eyes on the ceiling while he contemplated. He blindly intertwined his fingers with yours. "We're gonna watch a couple movies and sleep and fuck-" You laughed loudly at his boldness, removing yourself from him and off the bed before he could prove his statement. He lifted his head, frowning at the loss of contact. "What?" He sounded genuinely confused. "It doesn't have to be in that order, I'm down for whate-"

"Rafe, it's almost noon, and Rose said yesterday we'd be at the port around three or four," you told him, standing in the doorway of the bathroom that was thankfully apart of the room. His eyes ranked over your body, from the tight tank top that hugged your chest just right to the cute black cotton boyshorts that had a little bit of your butt hanging out, it was enough to make him stir in the bed. He wasn't listening to you, he vaguely caught that you both had to get ready and visit Ward, make sure Wheezie didn't forget anything on board from her exploring habits. He hummed along though, just enjoying the view of his girl. His girl. Damn, he liked that; never got tired of it. Throughout your rambling he had gotten up from the bed and made his way behind you, wrapping his arms across your chest and tucking his face into your neck, dancing tiny kisses across your skin. His nose nudging into your hair when he went to suck another hickey behind your ear. You let him, knowing no one would see it, and not really caring because it felt good. "And," you kept going, turning around in his grasp, the small of your back pushed into the counter. "The faster we do that, maybe we'll have enough time to do whatever you want."

He feigned sadness, blowing out a dramatic breath, "What? You don't want to reenact movie sex scenes with me?" Another laugh came out of you, making him chuckle too. He was joking, he knew there was a lot to do today. The gold and the cross had to be moved, and with his father on bed rest, he'd be the boss of the operation. You would be helping Rose move into their new home. It was all just a couple hours away and he just wanted to live in his little bubble with you for a little while longer. He shrugged, "Fine, I get it. Whatever, guess I'm not hot enough for your nee-" You scoffed at him and without any warning you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugged him down to your level and pressed your lips against his. He grunted in shock before taking back control and lifting you onto the counter, spreading your knees with his hips and pressing his body into yours. You tugged at his hair at the nape of his neck, knowing it got him riled up enough to kiss you harder like you wanted him to. You pulled back too soon for his liking, he chased your swollen lips until your head hit the mirror softly, and you let him get another kiss in before pushing him away. You smiled and patted your hands against his chest, "You, Rafe Cameron, are definitely hot enough for my needs." He smirked with pride, playfully leaning his head down to get another kiss. "Damn straight," he mumbled, not moving away and instead dragging his palms up your body to cup your boobs, tweaking his thumbs against your nipples before pulling your shirt down to let your breasts spill over the material. You moaned loudly into his mouth, arching your back into his hands and grabbing at the waistband of his boxers, all thoughts of responsibilities leaving your mind. You could only think of him and his big hands and broad shoulders. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. He pulled away to catch his breath, a sexy chuckle leaving him at how easy it was for you to give him what he wanted without asking. Such a good girl for him. He dragged his mouth down the column of your throat and pushed your body closer to the edge of the sink so he could grind himself into your heat. "Fuck," you gasped, moving your hips with him. You don't know how he did it; he was always able to make you feel good no matter what he was doing, kissing, fucking, and now, dryhumping like two desperate teenagers. "Just like that, oh my god," you threw your head back again, this time hitting the mirror harder than before but you didn't care, the pleasure Rafe was giving you overpowering the feeling of anything else. "Yeah?" He moaned with you, lifting one of his hands to grab your neck, "look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, a sheen of sweat collecting on his forehead while he watched you work yourself over his bulge. He loved the sight of you, a mess just because of him. Your breath labored because of what he was doing to you. The look on your face when he made you cum under him, not breaking eye contact. That is the hottest shit ever. He followed after you, the sound of you gasping his name like it was a prayer making him fall apart. He hummed, pulling away with a champions grin, loving how you shook in his hold.

You shook your head at him, arms falling over his shoulders as you jumped down from the counter. He steadied you, your legs still shaking like a baby deer learning to walk. "You always get what you want, huh?" You laughed breathily. Rafe nodded, pushing back his hair from his face and jerked his chin towards the shower, pinching your waist. "Always, now lets shower. You were the one saying we have to get ready." You rolled your eyes, "Oh, my bad, now you want to get ready," you said, stripping out of your clothes, the wet spot on your underwear making you blush. Rafe peeked his head out of the doorframe, looking at the time, oblivious to your sarcasm. "Mhm, it's 11:30am," he shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it as he watched you get in the shower with his bottom lip between his teeth. "What're you waiting for, Cameron?" You teased, running your fingers down past your belly button. He followed right behind you, your laughter echoing through the shower when he almost tripped getting out of his boxers. "Ready for round two?" He teased back, grabbing at you again. He didn't think he could ever resist you. A little while longer in his made up bubble couldn't hurt.

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Wrong Place at the Wrong Time | OneShot

   Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

   Summary: Your ex-boyfriend confronts you

   Warning: Mentions of abuse, unwanted touching, mentions of alcohol and drugs

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Keys jingling in your hand, you walked out the front door of Tannyhill, a small smile on your lips as you walked through the homes horseshoe driveway. In the distance you could hear Kelce and Topper whooping loudly, the sound of water splashing following their voices. It had been a good day at Rafe's house; it was Topper's birthday and it had been Rafe's idea to have his party in his backyard. "We'll make it a day to night thing," he had said to you and Kelce the week before, "Have it start at three, people won't show up until four, get people wasted at seven and they'll be outta my damn house by twelve or one." It wasn't a bad plan, especially since Ward and Rose's plane landed back in Outer Banks at 3pm the next day.

The day had went exactly the way Rafe said it would. Friends from high school you all had known for years and new ones from out of state colleges that were just on the island for the summer had come to wish Topper a "Happy fuckin birthday, dude; finally old enough to bang a country club milf." Your boyfriend's backyard had looked like a scene out of Project X; people were packed in their own little friend groups, random dance circles were created when one particular song came onto the speakers that was "too fire not to blast" and there were even teens on his family's dock, letting their feet sit in the water while they blew out clouds of yellow smoke. Drinks were thrown back and laughs were let out and by the time it was midnight, it was just you, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce sipping on seltzer's while swimming.

You were sitting on Rafe's lap when you remembered how far away you had to park your car. You had left to pick up Topper's two cakes, one of them being used specifically for a cake fight that had happened around nine-ish. When you had came back, the streets parking was minimal, forcing you to park a little farther down than usual. The blonde pinched your hip when you moved to get up, frowning at the distance. He was drunk, not messy drunk, but definitely drunk enough where he didn't care about putting on his tough facade in front of his boys as he whined at you to sit back down. "I have to move my car, I forgot I left it so far," you stumbled when you slid your sandals on, steadying yourself with a hand to Rafe's shoulder. He groaned, "Why?" You shook your head, "You know Rose will ask why my car is so far." Putting down his drink on the wooden table, he stood up with you. You quirked a brow, "Where're you going?"

He blinked at you, "With you?"

You shook your head, pushing him back down in the cushioned chair and putting his drink back in his hand. "It's right down the street, I'll just be five minutes, baby." He sighed, not thinking much about it when he agreed. You were on Figure Eight in his home; if it were anywhere else he wouldn't even have been so lenient, but he was as comfortable here as he was in his own skin. "Okay, hurry back." You pressed a quick kiss on his jaw, asking him to grab you a fruity drink before Kelce drank them all. The nineteen year old insisted that he liked a nice cold beer, but after knocking back shots Topper would pass to him when he couldn't drink them, he indulged in his guilty pleasure of colorful drinks.

Looking up from your feet and the cracks in the road, you spotted your white car, but when your slightly tipsy mind processed a man standing at the drivers side with his hands cupped around his eyes to look in the tinted window, you froze in your tracks. The sound of your keys in the air made the man turn around and you gaped at him. He seemed to be pleased with your reaction, clapping his hands in fake joy. "Just the girl I was looking for," he took a step forward and pressed his hand to his heart, faking hurt, when you took a bigger step back from him. "Awe, don't be like that, bunny." You flinched at the old pet name, remembering how he would call you that after you'd hit a bump, licking the white powder from nose playfully. You shivered at the way his blown out pupils trailed over you, wishing you had something else other than a swimsuit top and jean shorts on. "What're you doing here, (Y/EX'S/N)?" Your voice came out shaky and you fisted your hands when you realized how bad this situation really was. You straightened your shoulders, trying to seem less intimidated than you really were. "Heard you went full kook, got clean with the king of Figure Eight," his glossy coked out eyes looked at Rafe's house in the distance behind you and he scoffed, "Didn't think it'd be true. You run away and disappear from me, scare me half to death, and you think that's okay?" His voice was low with anger, and it scared you more knowing he was high, scared you to think that he convinced himself that that's what really happened. You wouldn't let him gaslight you like he had in the past before you built the courage to get away from him. Bringing your hand in the air, you dismissed him in pure disgust. "You're fucking crazy," you told him, taking in your surroundings and bringing your keys between the spaces of your fingers for a makeshift weapon. (Y/EX'S/N) caught you glance at Rafe's house and rose his brows at you threateningly when he watched you think through a hundred different scenarios. "Don't think about it, (Y/N)."

You knew you had no choice, knowing that he was bigger, stronger, and faster than you. As loudly as your throat could manage, you screamed Rafe's name, your terror laced voice cutting through the late night air for a couple seconds before (Y/EX'S/N) ran towards you, backhanding you, a pained yelp leaving you at the feeling of his nail scratching your cheek. Your elbow hit the ground, your keys falling out of your hand, but you didn't have time to register the pain before he grabbed your bicep, lifting you off the pavement roughly to throw your back against the side of your car, the back of your head hitting it at the same time. He pressed his hand against your throat, fingers holding down the sides of your neck as your nails clawed at his arm, desperately trying to breathe in air, but he was too high to feel how deep you scratched at his wrists. He probably wouldn't even remember this in the morning. He used to always question your bruises when he had come out of his high, and you had protected him by giving ridiculous excuses, never telling him he was the one that constantly hurt you. You lifted yourself to your toes, leaned your head back to escape the pressure of his hand but he just pushed up harder, lifting your body almost half a foot off the ground as he used his other hand to help himself choke you out. He was mumbling random nonsense to hisself; "You shouldn't have left" and "This is your fault."

The edges of your eyesight turned black and just as you felt yourself get too lightheaded to fight back, his hand was off your neck and you fell to your knees as you gasped loudly, coughing when you felt oxygen flow through you again.

Rafe couldn't explain the rage that went through him when he saw (Y/EX'S/N) above you in the road, having gotten up and leaving his backyard in record time after hearing your petrified scream in the distance, calling out to him for help. Topper and Kelce followed quickly behind him, disregarding the fact they were shirtless and barefoot as they went to aid you. Rafe didn't know how many times he had punched (Y/EX'S/N) at this point, he was so angry he didn't even remember ripping the junkie off of you. A loud ringing was present in his ears and a fury was in his eyes no one had ever seen before. Topper was making sure you were okay, using his body to block your eyesight of what your boyfriend and Kelce were doing to your old abuser. Rafe had heard stories of what (Y/EX'S/N) had done and every time he promised that it was "on sight" for him if he ever did see him. (Y/EX'S/N) was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Rafe made sure to do the most to him in the moment while he could. The sound of you crying brought the blonde out of his stupor, and he looked down at the piece of trash under him, sweat on his forehead. (Y/EX'S/N) almost looked dead. Blood covered his face and neck, his nose was definitely bent in a way it wasn't supposed to and deep cuts from Rafe's ring were starting to look more gruesome by the second. Rafe gripped his shirt in his fist, pulling his battered body off the ground to make him look in him in the eye. His voice was clear with anger, "If you ever come near her again, I'll fucking kill you," he promised and with that shoved him back into the ground, turning to you and replacing Topper's spot, the other blonde joining Kelce to inflict their own share of pain onto (Y/EX'S/N).

Rafe's demeanor changed instantly at the sight of you. You were terrified, your body pressing into the side of your car to try and make yourself smaller. Rafe shushed you, gathering you into his arms and tucking your head into his neck to get you to avoid looking at the damage he had inflicted. Topper and Kelce stopped their fists from hitting (Y/EX'S/N) when he became unresponsive and through your panic you heard Rafe tell them to drive your car into his driveway, vaguely caught a glimpse of Kelce dragging (Y/EX'S/N) into a space between two bushes. Rafe whispered to you to calm down, pressing kisses against your temple when he stood up with your arms around his bare shoulders and legs clinging to his waist in fear. He felt blood drip from your arm onto his chest, the feel on it making him walk faster towards the front door of Tannyhill.

Your crying subsided by the time Rafe carried you through the doorway of his bedroom, but you clung to him tighter when you felt him place you on the edge of the bed. Rafe gently trailed his hands from your back to your wrists around his neck, whispering that you needed to let go so he could get the first aid kit. You complied, your tearful eyes opening and adjusting to the few light sources in the room, letting your hands sit numbly in your lap. Rafe came back into your line of sight with the white box in hand, and he sat down next to you, putting a finger under your chin to take in the damage properly. You had a long scratch from the corner of your eye to the side of your nose, thankfully not deep enough to leave any kind of permanent mark, but definitely enough for it to ache for a couple days. Your elbow was scratched up from the concrete, staining your skin with semi-dry blood. The worst of your injuries though was your neck. Rafe could already make out the bruise in the shape of a hand developing on your throat, and it took everything in him not to do the same to (Y/EX'S/N), but he knew he couldn't leave you right now, not when you were so vulnerable. He picked up the grey throw blanket on the corner of his bed to wrap it around your bare shoulders before his big fingers picked out the small antiseptic wipes. "This is gonna sting a little, I'm sorry, baby," he fisted the blue comforter next to your thigh. "I'm sorry, shoulda gotten there quicker-" You shook your head, pulling away from the little cloth to look into his sad blue eyes. "You got there as fast as you could," you reassured, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, making sure to avoid staining the soft material with the blood from you elbow. "Please don't blame yourself for something you didn't have any control over," you mumbled quietly, not breaking eye contact with the man that was so obviously in love with you. He just nodded, interlacing his fingers with yours atop your thigh as he moved to wipe the blood off your arm.

A couple quiet minutes passed of Rafe cleaning up the cuts on you, being especially gentle when he wiped at your neck, a frown on his face throughout the whole process. Is this how you felt when he came home after the countless fights he'd been in? He hated how sick in the gut he felt, the thought that he should have gotten to you faster digging into his head. A knock rang through the room, and you looked up to see Topper and Kelce standing in the doorway, both having changed into sweats and t-shirts. "How you doin, (Y/N/N)?" Topper asked, his voice quiet to keep you calm. They walked in as you shrugged, accepting the cold water bottle Kelce had grabbed for you. Rafe used one hand to unscrew the lid for you, and you took a couple sips, not realizing until then how thirsty you were. You urged Rafe to drink some when you were satisfied and he did it just for your peace of mind, raising his hand to cup your cheek in his hand.

"Thank you, for saving me," you said, looking at your friends in the eyes before turning your gaze to Rafe, who was already staring at you. You turned your head to kiss his palm, bringing your hand up to hold it instead.

Kelce dropped his hand onto Rafe's shoulder, "The fucker's lucky that your man didn't kill him," he joked, looking pointedly at Rafe's split knuckles. Rafe flexed his fingers, scoffing lightly, "Motherfucker better not still be there in the morning, or I will."

Topper shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I doubt he's that stupid, he got his warning." Rafe's simple last words to (Y/EX'S/N) ran through his mind again and he shook his head, exhaling a big breath as he stood up from the bed. "Y'all take your pick of a guest room, we're gonna head to bed," Rafe said and the duo nodded, telling you to feel better and rest up before leaving the room, Rafe's door shutting behind them.

You had opened another antiseptic wipe, unfolding it as you stood up to stand in front of Rafe. He held out his hands to you, already knowing the routine and used to the familiar sting as you cleaned his knuckles. He took the wipe from your hand when you were done and walked to the bed to grab the other ones, throwing them away in his little trash can before setting the first aid kit on his dresser. His hand found its place on your hip, pulling your body into his softly. "You wanna take a shower or wait until the morning?" He asked, dragging his palms up and down your bare back under the blanket soothingly. You were exhausted, and you didn't know how you were still standing. Rafe's bedside clock read 1:16am and the sight of it made your eyes feel heavier. Rafe nodded, not needing an answer, "Morning shower it is."

You felt his hand pull at the string holding your bathing suit top to your breasts, and you shrugged out of it, letting the blanket fall off your shoulders and onto the floor with the swimsuit as Rafe opened his shirt drawer, giving you the shirt he got at a surfing competition a year or so back. He knelt onto the floor to open your drawer, pulling out a fresh pair of underwear you stepped into as soon as you took off your shorts. "Go lay down, baby," Rafe whispered as he grabbed a pair of boxers to change into.

He joined you under the covers a few moments after you climbed in, clapping once to get the lights to turn off. You buried your head into his chest, placing little kisses to his shoulders and collar bones as your arm draped itself over his waist. He kissed your forehead, his muscles relaxing at the feeling of you pressed up against him. You looked up at him one more time, your eyes making out the outline of his face in the dark. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his fingers threading into your hair as he dipped his chin down to press his lips to yours delicately, as if you were a china doll that would break if he cradled you too tightly. You kissed him for a couple more seconds, pulling away and pecking him lightly before tucking your head back into the crook of his shoulder. "I love you," you mumbled tiredly, running your hand through the top of his hair.

Rafe admired you, moving his hand to rest on the small of your back. "You're my whole life; I love you too, (Y/N)," he whispered back before watching you fall asleep, him following right behind you.

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Outer Banks s02e01-s02e03: “Ward, There’s Something Wrong With Him, Okay? You’ve Been Ignoring It Since He Was Ten, But There Is Something Wrong With Rafe.”

Watching Barbie watch as Ken takes over barbieland, takes her dream house and turn it into his own property, ruins her things whilst she cries in despair and suddenly I’m six years old again pleading my brother to be gentle with my toys as he throws them on the floor and against the walls. The hundreds of dollars in dolls that my parents spent for birthdays and christmas, told me to be careful with and showed me how to play nice destructed and destroyed as my brother grabs at anything and everything, tosses them around, stretches their plastic joints and pulls at their heads while I scream for him to stop seemingly wasted in seconds. He throws one down for another and I’m too small to grab them off of him. Easily toppled over as he pushes me aside and I’m wondering what I ever did to him to deserve it.

On top of it all, he’s still surprised when his torment breaks one of them, the legs snap out and he pauses as though he’s remorseful. I cry at the loss of my doll and despite how it was him who broke it. Him who threw it around. Him who pulled until the elastic snapped..

I am still told I should’ve been more careful with my toys.

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