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The Man of the House - Rafe Cameron x Reader (18+ ONLY)

Content warnings: SMUT 18+ only, explicit language, fingering, lots of dirty talk, slight degradation kink, mentions of exhibitionism, jealousy, slight angst

Summary: You and Rafe have been dating for years, but he’s been MIA for over a month. In his absence, you’ve gotten your very own townhouse in Figure Eight (with daddy’s money, of course). Coincidentally, Ward has sent his son back to the Outer Banks to sell their remaining properties. Instead, he’s at your housewarming party to claim what’s rightfully his. 

Author’s Note: (Yes, I got the title from the OBX IG account lol) There are no season 3 spoilers! This happens between season two and season three of Outer Banks. Rafe has been in Guadeloupe with his family. Please remember that this is a work of fiction and an idealized version of Rafe Cameron. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, do not read. 

I don’t own the rights to any of the characters mentioned. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” 

The teasing smirk on his face tells you that he knows it. Rafe is standing on your new hardwoods with fresh roses in his hands. The warm lighting streams down from your high ceilings and bounces off the gold ring on his pointer finger. The ring that you got for him. 

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my favorite works/ recommendations 3

anakin skywalker™

- yes here by @fuckmyskywalker

- late night thot by @fuckmyskywalker

- babysitting by @fuckmyskywalker

- teacher’s pet by @s-brant

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rafe cameron™

- she’s mine by @antxlss

- too friendly by @blueicequeen19

- dark!rafe by @bratty-lxndry444

- stepbrother by @murdrdocs

- casual affection by @proactivetypaperson

- just checking my phone by @randomoutsiders

- prom night series by @sevenwivesofrafecameron

patrick bateman™

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no cause she's just like me for real i would always give rafe cameron 3637288 chances🤭

getaway II

Warnings (18+): stalking, manipulation, arguing, no smut but still 18+

Tags: dark!rafe cameron (he’s quite desperate), HEAVY ASS angst, cursing, jealousy, obsession, probably missing something so lmk

Summary: rafe wants to talk to you, even though you have made it clear what you want

WC: 2.1k l part one

Notes: this was a request! but I def got a little carried away. rafe sucks so much here. hope you guys enjoy and please lmk your thoughts!

AGELESS BLOG’s & MINOR’s who interact (that means even liking/reblogging this post) WILL get BLOCKED! u have been warned

A familiar chime abruptly wakes you from your sleep. The ringing is accompanied by the hard patter of rain against the window. You reach out to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and squinting at the bright screen.

It's... Sarah?

Confusion strikes your drowsy head as your thumb hovers over the answer button. What would she be calling you this late for?

Before you get the chance to answer the screen shifts from her contact photo to your home screen, and to your surprise it's filled with multiple call notifications from her.

Your body becomes stiff. The amount of missed calls were concerning and had you unsettled with the presumption that something was wrong. She wouldn't just call you like this if it wasn't serious, especially considering the fact that she knew you and Rafe weren't together anymore.

You sit upright and tap the screen to call her back, the phone rings once then immediately goes to voicemail. 

Panic creeps through your veins, as you swipe to call her again, but before you could click the tiny button, a message notification appears at the top of your screen. It was from her.

Please. I need your help, idk what to do. 

You click it and another comes in quickly.

I'm outside your place, my phones gonna die soon, and I have nobody else. Please.

Those messages were more than concerning, and now you were worried. You scramble out of bed and shuffle blindly through your room, which leads you into the hall. Your visions a blur as you push yourself through the small apartment home and towards the door.

No matter how much you disliked Rafe, you weren't going to let it get in the way of helping Sarah, when she needed you. She's practically family to you, a baby sister in a way.

When you reach the front door your fingers clings to the handle, as you swiftly twist then pull it open. The loud pour of rain and cold wind makes you wince and furthers your state of disorientation as you look out the doorway. 

You expected her to be on your porch, just outside like she said, but she wasn't. It was dark and all you could see was the sway of tree branches and large reflective puddles of water.

Your brows furrow. She said she was here, did she go somewhere else? if so it’s not like she could have gotten that far, she just texted you.

To get a better look around you move forward, taking a step out onto the poorly lit small porch. That’s when in your peripheral you see movement. Oh thank God, she is here.

“Sarah are you alr-” 

The words die in your mouth as you turn your head. There was a tall figure, nowhere near the size of her, and it was hurling towards you.

You're paralyzed with fear, closing your eyes and bracing for impact. The feeling of hands pushing you back elicits a shriek from you, and your phone slips from your hand as you stumble backwards through the doorway. 

The intruder's grip on your forearm has you trembling, and a feeling of impending doom surges your body at the sound of the door slamming shut.

Your eyes open wide in a panic and your vision shoots upwards. The familiar face riddled by moonlight brings nausea to your stomach and your head slowly shakes as you look up at him.

He whispers in a rush.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, it's me"

Was that supposed to make you feel better?

His hold loosens on your arm and you take the opportunity to move away, stepping back a few times into the living room.

"Wha- what have you done?" You speak astounded "I swear to God if you hurt Sarah"

“I didn't hurt her" He clearly enunciates, irritated that you would accuse him of that. He steps closer and you mirror him by taking another step back. 

He stares at you, as you intensely watch him for any sudden movement. He lifts his chin and scoffs at your blatant distrust for him before his hand reaches into his pocket. The movement has you fearing for the worst.

He pulls out a phone in a flower ridden case, and tosses it on the coffee table. You let out a breath, relieved that it wasn't a weapon. The movement makes the phone gleam, which breaks your attention from him as you become aware that it's the only source of light in the small living room. The subtle rays of moonlight peaking through the sheer curtains, were the exception.

"She's sleep, at home. I needed to borrow it, ok?" 

His voice has you snapping your head back in his direction, and you notice how he's grown closer by just a couple steps. The newfound proximity has your heart racing.

It had been about three weeks since you got back from the Bahamas. The first week back home was spent distancing yourself, and giving Rafe practically any excuse you could think of to not see him. However, when he got tired of your excuses he showed up to your doorstep with flowers like everything was fine, even though he knew it wasn't. You were quiet for the most part, and pushed him away telling him you were tired. After he left that day you couldn't take it anymore, his mere presence made you feel overwhelmed, so you texted him that you seriously needed some space. You hoped that he would listen and that it was the last time you would have to talk to him, so you blocked him. And for two weeks you heard nothing from him, you thought everything was well... getting better. But now you were here staring at him, as he intrudes upon your apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing here? What is your problem?" 

"You. You’re, you're ignoring me.” His breath wavers as he reaches out flipping on the light switch like it was his house. 

The yellow ting of light brightens the room, and you see him much clearer. There was no sanity in his expression. He was angry and kind of... empty. In your heart you feel bad seeing him struggle like this, you even feel guilty, even though you know you didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't feel like this and you hate that you do, but it's not like you could just stop caring about the person you love loved overnight. It's exactly why you needed your space. 

"Rafe..." it comes out as a gentle whisper.

"I miss you" 

"Rafe, this isn't fair. You can't-"

“Listen." he cuts you off, voice scarily calm. "Listen to me"

You sigh and he continues.

"Two weeks. We haven't spoken in two weeks" his eyes stare blankly in your general direction "I thought maybe, you know that if I give you the space and time that you want. That, that's what it would take for us to move on, for you to forgive me."

"It's not that simple." You interject, now frustrated.

His jaw clenches and nose flares at your words. His eyes are then quickly darting and peering back into yours.

"You sure about that?" he rolls his tongue over his lip. “Because it seems simple to me, with the way it's so easy for you to block me.”

"You don't listen to me. None of this is fair." You whisper, tiredly glancing at the floor.

He shakes his head, lulling it back as he rolls his eyes.

"Do you think I'm this horrible person or something?” He spreads his arms in front of him “That I'm not trying? that it? Is that reason why you're giving up so easily on us?"

What? no. That's not what you meant.

He was getting in your head, and you were finding it more and more difficult to think. Too much was happening for you to be able to compile all your feelings let alone the reasons behind them. You just fucking woke up, and somehow he managed to already make your heart ache.

"I-" You stutter, and he cuts you off. It's not like you knew what you were going to say anyways.

"You wanna know something?” he lets out a deep breath, before continuing “You wanna know how pissed off I was when I found out that you're going around this island telling people that we're not together anymore" He takes one step closer aiming his finger at you, before putting his hands back on his chest. "While I'm trying to get my shit together so that I don't fucking lose you"

The overwhelmingness of his questions, accusations, and blame finally push you to your edge. Adrenaline pumps through your system.

"You're delusional, if you still think we're getting back together." 

You watch as he quickly looks off to the side, inhaling deeply.

"Nah" he shakes his head sucking in his lip, "No, you said we could figure this out, so we're figuring this shit out"

"I still don't trust you!” Your hands creep up your arms, rubbing at the cold skin “Relationships don't work without it and you don't even recognize how doing shit like this hinders any trust from happening." 

He clicks his tongue against his cheek letting out a hmph "Funny how you want to bring up trust"

You drop your hands frustrated and confused. "Rafe, I don't know what you're talking about but you need to leave." you gesture at the door.

"I saw you bring some surf rat in here the other day”

He’s been watching you?

“And if you think I’m just gonna sit around and let that shit…"  his voice fades as you start to tune him out to think about Aaron, your childhood friend who was visiting town, that's who he was talking about.

"Oh my god" you whisper to yourself, hopefully he hasn't harassed him or hurt him

"…I'm a proactive type of person."

"He likes boys you psycho! I can't believe you!"

"Don't!" he takes a deep breath returning to a calm voice "I would've known that, if you'd just talk to me"

"Alright I'm not doing this with you anymore, I cant. You need to leave."

He doesn't move, just stands there nodding his head and rubbing at his eyelids.

"And if I don't?" 

You didn't really think of that. 

You then realize you have no options, you couldn't call the cops because you dropped your phone outside. And even if you could call them they would likely believe Rafe's word over yours.

"Baby… Baby" His coo’s pull you from your head, and back to reality. 

He’s finally breached your space, and his familiar scent wafts in the surrounding air. The aroma was your comfort for so long, soothing you countless times throughout your relationship. Oddly enough, even in this moment you still feel the flurrying effects of his presence.

How on earth could you still find him soothing ? After all the things he's done?

It honestly felt like time had slowed. You look forward and your eyes land on his chest, really taking in his appearance for the first time in the night. He was wearing the gray jacket you bought him, for your most recent anniversary.

Your thoughts become irrelevant at the feeling of his hands resting on your waist. Your vision draws upward as your hands come up to his chest, hesitantly trying to push away. Your resistance only compels him more, because he pulls you in closer.

He was yearning for connection, you knew it by the way his hands held you, that he wasn't going to let you go. His glossed over expression only confirmed your thoughts.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry.” He gazes down at you. “I fucking love you, ok? I love you so much it fucking hurts being without you"

Your eyes flit away, “Love isn't… you can't use that as an excuse Rafe. Please understand that. I'm begging you." The stinging feeling of your eyes beginning to water has your hand flying up to shield yourself.

His hand gently curls around your wrist pulling it away. You were weak and had no more fight in you to resist anymore. His hand comes up and cups your face softly. The contact makes you shudder and the tears finally break free. 

You whimper before whispering. "You hurt me"

"I won't do it again. I promise. I'll never hurt you again. I'm sorry baby."

You look up into his desperate eyes and can't help but hopelessly settle your forehead against his chest. You were tired, and exhausted. He presses a kiss onto your head and pulls you into a deep hug, caressing at your back as you sniffle into his chest. 

If you learned anything from tonight it was that he wasn't just going to give up on your relationship, at least for any time soon. So maybe, it was best to just sit in this moment of peace, rather than continue on this fight. 

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