thin walls

rafe cameron x bitchy!neighbour!reader

content warnings: hate sex, rough sex, degradation (kinda?), slight dubcon, 18+ MDNI

a/n: i hope i did your vision justice!

come join my one year celebration!

You weren’t sure if you’d somehow made a deal with the devil in the past, but having Rafe as your neighbour was perhaps karma for all the attitudes you’d given to everyone in life. Moving into your new apartment, away from the Cut, was supposed to be a fresh start, but only lasted all of about a week.

You’d accidentally let a girls' night run too long—music too loud, laughter spilling into the early hours—when a series of aggressive bangs rattled your door. Already irritated, you stormed over, fully prepared to put whoever it was in their place.

But the second you yanked the door open, your expression fell.

Rafe stood on the other side, brows furrowed, jaw tight, looking exactly as cold and unimpressed as ever. His eyes flicked over you once before he sneered, “O’course it’s a pogue.” 

Since then, it had been a feud between who could outdo the other—loud music at 3 AM, banging on the walls, “accidentally” backing your car into the shiny BMW parked behind you and leaving a dent the size of a fist, and a constant stream of insults whenever your paths crossed. 

summary: you're staying at tannyhill for the night and see rafe looking worse for wear. he doesn't want your help, or so he says.

warnings: enemy!rafe. sexual tension. injuries.

after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.

trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness, you squinted in an attempt to read the time on the alarm clock that was sat on the night stand.

Summary: you need to sneak into enemy!rafes room to find the gun he used to murder sheriff peterkin

warnings: SLAPPING!! (from both sides), piv, smut, degradation, mentions of gun, nickname brat, rafe making reader slap herself repeatedly, y/n basically getting caught by pope, dom!rafe, sub!reader also this was really rushed so dmm

wc: 1.8k

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The twinkie rocked outside the cameron estate as you tried to negotiate

“Why does it have to be me?!”

Jj scratched the back of his head

“Well-yeah it does I mean he likes you”

you roll your eyes at how stupid he sounds when he lies

“plus if he catches you, which he won’t, you can just turn the tables and seduce him with your-“

You cut him off in a panic

“I thought you guys said he wasn’t home?”

Pope chimed in

“He’s not, kiara found him at the wreck half an hour ago, no update since then but, you’re good just be careful”

You nod letting out a shaky breath sliding the rusty door open.

—

You managed to sneak in, quietly wandering the endless halls, finally stopping in front of his room.

Slowly twisting the doorknob poking your head through the faint crack

Clear.

The mission was simple, or so you kept telling yourself

-Find the gun Rafe used to murder sheriff peterkin.

His room was so accurately him,

reeked of expensive cologne, a couple watches that looked like they costed a fortune just lying on his drawer, along with a cap you just know makes him look even more obnoxious.

-but that wasn’t the point, you had a gun to find, asap.

The sock drawer

Of course that’s always a great place to start, right?

You reach forward, seconds away from sliding it open

It was nothing you expected, well that’s because you didn’t get to see anything at all.

since an unfortunately familiar hand grabbed your forearm hard enough to bruise, yanking you.

“You don’t wanna do that.”

Rafe.

In nothing but a towel sitting loosely at his v-line.

“W-what are you doing here?” You panic, trying to play the innocent act

“Could ask you the same thing, y/n”

His grip on your arm tightened as his eyes pierced through your soul

He was so intimidating you could feel tears swell up, you knew what this man was capable of

“I was just looking for Sarah…but i guess she’s not in here I’ll leave you alone”

You yank yourself out of his grip, trying to dismiss yourself, but he blocks you

He chuckles sarcastically at your words, crossing him arms, biceps popping, you tried hard not to look but couldn’t help it.

He is a murderer, you shouldn’t be lusting over someone you hate so, so much. You felt sick

“Now why would she be in my room huh?” He stepped closer and a single tear from your eye dropped

“Answer me”

You started internally panicking because sarah has infact been in his room also looking for the gun

Did she get caught?

“I-i don’t know” another tear falls

“Pathetic” He chuckles

Your fist curls at that

“So tell me, what the fuck were you doin’ in my room.”

You finally snap

“I know you murdered sheriff peterkin!” You pant

He just smirks

“This isn’t funny how could you literally murder an innocent human and now you wanna frame john b for it?!”

“You’re sick” your intrusive thoughts took control over your body,

Your arm swinging up to meet Rafes undeserved gorgeous face

Slap

Gosh, that felt so good.

You just had to do it again

Slap

You finally felt like you had power over this man, just for a moment. But that moment felt like centuries

Until your moment was taken away with him grabbing your arms so hard it 100% bruised, then throwing you on the bed like you were a personal rag doll

Your head was spinning

This can not be happening

“You wanna act like a big girl and slap me huh?”

You cried into his pillow, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare

“I’ll treat you like one”

“Lose the dress, now”

You were expecting him to physically hurt you, so when u heard that you were confused

“M-my dress why?”

“Why do you think, your ass got me fuckin frustrated, looks like imma have to use you t’ relieve some”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, brat”

Your hands were shaking as you lifted yourself up, sliding the dress down your body, then collapsing back down

“Panties and bra too”

He grabbed them off of you, tossing them on his drawer for later use.

Some sick, very sick part of you was so ready for him to use you, despite how much you hated him

Then, his towel dropped

Fuck, was this guy big…

Your eyes widened but you tried to keep your comments to yourself, you were ‘lucky’ the most he was gonna do was fuck you knowing he’s a full on phsyco

But he noticed your reaction to his fat cock, grinning

“You want this don’t you?”

He grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed so he was in between your dangling legs

You showed no reaction to his words, no way you were going to admit it, but your soaked pussy said otherwise

“Shit, so wet already” he smirked

Running his tip up and down your slick folds making you roll your hips impatiently trying to feed into it

He noticed, of course he did

“tsk tsk”

He pulled back and gave your cunt a light slap, earning a frustrating groan out of you

“greedy little thing huh?” He chuckles, slamming fully in with no warning, the stretch burning like hell as he was watching your helpless reaction as if he was asking for an ego boost

“This was what you wanted yeah?” He smirks

“and don’t forget i still have to punish you”

You didn’t reply to that, you literally couldn’t.

Your mouth was open but you were speechless, this is nothing you had ever felt before

But you were also salty, why did Rafe Cameron (your enemy) of all people have to be blessed with the best dick on the island.

You let out a loud moan, grabbing onto the sheets beneath you

“Won’t let you have too much fun, brat”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion

“W-what?”

He grabbed your wrist with that same rough grip as before

“Ow…”

He held tight onto your wrist, then swinging it to your face, making you lightly slap yourself in the face.

Then again

“Rafe-“

Again

“Rafe that’s enough!”

“You needed someone to humble your ass, think you can just snoop around m’ room huh?”

“Thinking nothin’ll happen to your gorgeous little self,”

“you should be thankful this is the worst you’re getting, for now, unless your bratty ass decides this wasn’t enough”

Then a harder slap came, and tears were falling once again

“Stop…”

You felt soo pathetic and small but at the same time you couldn’t silence your moans. infact, you didn’t want too, it felt too good

You tried your absolute hardest to get out of his grip but it was no use with his amount of strength

“Need you tell me how sorry you are, yeah? beg for forgiveness, then you’re gonna thank me for making you feel so good alright?”

Gosh this was a humiliation ritual

You paused for a moment, staring back at each others eyes

“Now”

Slap

But you didn’t, didn’t utter a single word, just let tears roll

“Where’s that bratty mouth of yours now huh? Now you wanna act all shy?”

He pulled out fully

Internally you were screaming at the sudden loss of contact, you tried not to break, but plans change

“Go back in!” You demanded, earning a chuckle out of him

“Where’s your manners, brat”

“Please”

Pause

“Please rafe I want you to keep fucking me hard please”

He pushed in halfway, making you shiver and squeal

“There she is, capable of something”

He fully pushed in, speeding his pace

“T-thank you thank you so much for fucking me rafe…im so lucky”

“It feels so good,” you moaned

“Don’t enjoy this dick too much brat”

Slap

“Tell me that you’re mine”

Slap

“I am, i am”

He chuckled with another light slap to your cheek

“I am yours rafe”

—

“should we go check on her? It’s been a while tell me I’m not the only one worried” pope looked back at jj lying in the back, throwing a handball at the ceiling of the twinkie

“I mean, even if she was in trouble it would only get a hundred times worse if we stormed in”

“I’ll call her”

Pope reached for his phone, hitting FaceTime incase you were hiding and couldn’t speak loudly.

—-

You and Rafe had already had your first orgasms,

Now on round two, this time he was pounding you from the back,

“Fuck, hate how good you feel shit”

ring ring ring

You assumed Rafe would ignore it but of course, that was not the case

A dangerous spark lit up in his eyes once he saw the name Pope displayed across the screen

“Y/n” pope whispered, then he finally looked at the screen,

The view was of you getting backshots

Pope was speechless, but he couldn’t tell who it was, or he did know maybe he was just deep in denial.

“Oh my gosh Rafe!” Your screams were muffled in the pillows

Well that confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Got y’r girl spreading her legs for me”

You couldn’t hear his voice at first, since all you could hear was the ringing in your ear from how much pleasure you were getting

Pope couldn’t even process what was happening

“Caught her in m’ room, i know you guys sent her”

“I’m glad you did cause this pussy’s tight as fuck” he chuckles

“Man, fuck you rafe!-“

Pope got cut off by the sound of Rafe hanging up

“W-what was that?!” Lifting your head and looking back, You could’ve sworn you heard the voice of pope

“Nothin’ you should waste time worryin’ bout, cause this is gonna be a loong day, brat,” pushing your head back into the pillows

—

The phone hung up, pope slamming his hand on the wheel

“fuck you” he muttered, resting his head against the steering wheel , causing a long frustrated beep

“Soooo, what did she say, she find the gun?” Jj sat up looking at pope stupidly

“Jj…” pope stared back at him like he was stupid

“Yeah?” Jj smiled

“You didn’t see, or hear anything that just happened?”

Jj shook his head like a lost puppy

Pope leaned back against his seat, ready for the day to be over

“How should I even put this into words…”

“Y/n’s getting her back blown by-“

“By who?”

Pope sighed

Hate Me Harder

cw: smut, piv, unprotected sex, rough sex, degrading/praise mix, enemies to lovers but they haven’t quite made it to lovers yet. mdni 18+

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“You’re such a fucking dick.”

You slam the door behind you, eyes blazing, chest heaving as Rafe follows you into the guest house, jaw set and fists clenched.

He laughs—sharp, cruel. “God, you’re such a brat. All bark, no bite.”

“Bite me, Cameron.”

“Gladly.”

You don’t get another word in before he’s grabbing your face and kissing you like he’s trying to punish you for every second you’ve ever annoyed him. His mouth is hot and hard, tongue unforgiving, hands groping at your hips like he doesn’t care if he bruises you.

You shove him back, breathless, lips swollen. “You don’t get to do this every time we fight.”

“We’re always fighting,” he growls, crowding you again. “And you’re always wet for me after.”

You hate how right he is. Hate how fast your panties are soaked, how your thighs clench when he pushes you toward the couch, dragging your tank top up and off without asking.

You don’t stop him. You never do.

He gets your shorts down next—rips them off with a low grunt, not caring that he nearly tears the fabric. You reach for his belt, fumbling, annoyed by how bad you need him already.

“Pathetic,” he mutters, smirking. “Already so needy? Didn’t even have to touch you yet.”

“Fuck off,” you breathe, but it comes out shaky.

He pushes you onto the couch, flips you onto your hands and knees like he’s done talking. You feel him behind you, bare skin brushing your ass, the blunt head of his cock teasing between your folds.

And then—he slams into you in one rough thrust.

You cry out, gripping the cushions, arching back against him because fuck, it feels good.

He leans over you, breath hot at your ear. “That shut you up real quick, didn’t it?”

You moan when he drags his hand up your spine, tangles it in your hair and pulls. He fucks you harder—deep, fast, relentless.

“This what you needed?” he pants. “Someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude outta you?”

“Harder—” you gasp, thighs shaking.

“Yeah? You want me to ruin you?”

He grabs your hips tighter and gives it to you—grinding into that spot that makes you see stars, his cock heavy and thick and perfect, his voice getting filthier by the second.

“Take it, baby. Take all of it. You look so good like this—face down, ass up, full of me.”

You’re close, and he knows it, feels the way you flutter around him. He lets out a broken groan and fucks you through it, relentless.

You come with a choked moan, body jerking beneath him, thighs soaked. He groans your name—your real name—as he spills inside you, thrusting slow and deep until he’s spent.

For a moment, there’s nothing but breathing. Sweaty skin. The sound of your pulse in your ears.

You collapse onto the couch, cheek pressed to the cushions. He pulls out and stands there, staring at you like he’s trying to figure out how the fuck this keeps happening.

You glance over your shoulder, lips twitching.

“Still hate you.”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, cock still wet, smirking like the devil.

“Yeah?” he says. “You moan real sweet for someone who hates me.”

a/n: this is not enemies to lovers. this is enemies to “accidentally raw dogging on a couch mid-argument.” no one is healed. least of all me…

this was a fun one to write! i’ve never written enemies rafe before so the change of pace was welcomed for sure, thank you for the req nonnie! 🫶🏻

♥️ lani

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you were laying in the sun on the beach, wearing nothing but the little two piece black bathing suit you had recently bought from a surf shop on the edge of the island.

normally this would be the kind of thing you'd do with sarah, but she had plans with a certain someone so you decided that you could enjoy the sun alone as well as with someone else.

well, you weren't exactly alone. the beach was pretty crowded, including rafe and his group of misfit friends.

groaning at the boisterous laughter coming from the men, you rolled onto your stomach so you didn't have to bear witness whatever they were up to.

feeling the blazing sun beat down and warm the skin on your back, you sighed contentedly.

all this late night banter

mean!nerd!rafe cameron x academic rival!reader

prompt: you’re fucking soaked

content warnings: explicit sexual content, hate sex (again lol) 18+ MDNI

a/n: okay i knowwww nerd!rafe is usually innocent and subby, but i genuinely couldn't get the idea of nerd!rafe out of my head without having some sort of rivalry

in part of my one year celebration!

The library had emptied hours ago, but you were still there, back pressed against the study room door, Rafe's hand shoved down your jeans.

"You've been staring at my mouth throughout the lecture," he breathed against your jaw, his glasses askew where you'd knocked them. "All those clever fucking comments in class, all that attitude-"

"Shut the fuck up," you gasped, but your hips betrayed you, grinding against his palm.

He laughed, low and mean, the sound of someone who'd spent three semesters watching you outperform him on every assignment, every exam, every curve. His fingers dragged through your folds, deliberate and teasing, and your head thunked back against the wood.

"Christ," he muttered, pressing closer, his erection hard against your hip. "You're fucking soaked."

INTRODUCING ENEMY!RAFE

bruised knuckles. violence. one night stands. rivalries. threats. scars. motorcycles. sabotage. looks of hatred. strong whiskey. breaking bad. reeks of sandalwood and weed. video games.

rafe cameron. he was the result of a broken childhood. always expected to play the part, be the perfect son. he's had more broken bones than he's had hugs.

no one dared to get on his bad side. unfortunately for you, it was too late.

no one knew why, or when the hatred started but everyone on the island saw it. the two of you couldn't stop your destructive ways, and you were eventually going to break each other.