#mean!rafe

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙞𝙚

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“Oh my gosh rafe!” You screamed into the pillow and gripped onto the newly messed up sheets as he pounded you from the back relentlessly

He wrapped one of his big biceps around your neck, making you roll your eyes so far back you see stars.

“What you like that?”

He grunts low and hot against your ear when you desperately nod and whimper

Then suddenly interrupted by a

Ring, ring, ring

You guys ignore it for a moment

But then you look look over your shoulder to see Rafe reaching over to grab his phone

Arm still around your neck, still pumping in and out of you

he picks it up for it to be topper and kelce

“Yo what’s up”

You did not expect him to answer, but you weren’t surprised. he always put you in awkward situations like this on purpose

He loved seeing how you would react squirming and scrambling to hide,

and that shade of pink your face word turn when embarrassed.

“Yooo rafee what are you doing right now come to-” kelce was rudely interrupted by your cries when rafe hit that sweet spot in you

“Rafe!” You yell a little too loud, immediately shoving your face into the pillow accepting your fate knowing they definitely heard that.

“What was that?” Topper laughs

“I think you know what you heard top” rafe smirks down at the sight of embarrassed little you

“No way dude” topper chuckles

“Don’t believe me?” Rafe says sliding his big cock out of your sloppy cunt.

Without hesitation turning the camera on, Pointing right at the last two cream pies he gave you, leaking and dripping out of your hole

You had no clue he was shamelessly and fully exposing you to topper and kelce

“Ass up.”

You didn’t even think, just did it like it was muscle memory

Finding the strength to get on your elbows and arch your back. Giving him full view and access of your creaming pussy

once again you hear the three of them snickering and mumbling nonsense, but you thought it was best to stay out of their business.

Topper and kelce basically got hard as soon as they heard your moaning voice,

Just imagine how they felt seeing such a private sight of you.

so of course they took advantage of this once in a lifetime moment and screenshot away like there was no tomorrow

You feel his big hands spread your little cheeks apart, thumb running slowly up and down your slit making you shiver.

The icky feeling of both your goo run down your shaky thighs.

“Shit, look at that, ‘s fuckin art”

You can feel the presence of his smirk creeping in

“R-ray? What’s going on..”

“Now that’s how y’ mark a bitch yours”

He ignores you and slaps your plump ass like he’s proud of you, like you’re a trophy

You slowly look over your shoulder, hoping he isn’t doing what you think he’s doing

You see him with the flash on, showing the boys your pussy on full display like your some kind of toy up for sale

“rafe! Stop stop!” You whisper trying to grab his attention

You reach over to grab the blanket from behind you and throw it over your shivering exposed body

but he just grabs it out of your hand and throws it on the floor making you whine his name once more

Rafe then points the camera at your face and you immediately bury your face in pillows

Feeling more embarrassed and exposed than ever

You hear a few chuckles then a

“Yo y/n”

“What’s up?”

They say in a slightly flirtatious tone. Rafe knows that, he knows they’ve always had a little crush on you

But he knows they’d never be stupid enough to go too far. so why not tease them and show them what they can’t have,

But that’s also partially why he answered. To show them you’re claimed and the things you let him do to you

“H-hi” you say shyly looking back at the phone just wanting to evaporate right then and there

“Rafe you lucky bastard” kelce mutters as topper raises his eyebrows nodding in agreement

“Damn right i am” he smirks Kissing a trail up your spine then flipping you over onto your back making you giggle

They say their “catch y’ laters” and whatever

-you let out a huge sigh finally feeling freedom

“But Rafe why’d you show them that?” You cross your arms looking up at him

“Should be proud, you know how bad they want you?”

“Just showing them you’re mine. aren’t you?,”

You desperately desperately like a little puppy

He thinks it’s adorable how desperate you are for him, giving you a little peck on the forehead

PRINCESS PARKING LOT

sugar!daddy!rafe x younger!reader

WARNINGS: toxic sugar daddy dynamics, power imbalance, possessiveness, controlling behavior, ownership kink, oral sex (while driving) degradation, dubcon undertones, sexism from rafe, mild pain play, reader is very much finically dependent on rafe (pls never depend on a man for money) and age gap

AUTHORS NOTE: this is a dark fic!! minors do not interact, and if you do i will block you

you trail behind rafe through the crowded mall, arms already aching from the weight of the bags he’s made you carry. dior, chanel, ysl—he doesn’t even look at the price tags anymore, just tosses his black card at whoever’s behind the counter and tells them to make it quick. it’s black friday, but the chaos barely touches him. people part when they see him coming, all sharp jaw and expensive coat, that quiet kind of scary that makes security nod instead of ask questions.

“keep up,” he mutters, not turning around. his hand finds the back of your neck, fingers curling possessive under your hair, steering you like you’re something he owns. you are. that’s the deal.

he stops dead in front of agent provocateur, eyes flicking over the mannequins in lace and straps. “you’re getting everything in here,” he says, voice low. “and you’re gonna model it for me later. slowly.”

your stomach flips. “rafe, people can—”

“i don’t give a fuck what people can do.” he finally looks at you, blue eyes cold. “you wanted to be taken care of, yeah? this is it. you wear what i buy, you walk where i walk, you open your legs when i say. that’s the arrangement, sweetheart.”

he says it quiet enough that no one around hears, but it still burns. you nod anyway, small and quick, because the alternative is him walking away and taking the cards, the apartment, the clothes, all of it with him. and you hate how fast you got used to not worrying about rent.

inside the store he sits like a king on the velvet bench, legs spread, watching you get passed lingerie set after set by the nervous salesgirl. every time you step out of the curtain he tilts his head, drags his gaze over you slow, then either nods or flicks two fingers: next. no smile. no “you look pretty.” just ownership.

when you hesitate on a set that’s basically strings, he leans forward. “you think i pay for shy? put it on.”

you do.

an hour later you’re loaded with pink bags, legs shaking a little from the heels he made you wear out of the last store. he finally stops at some overpriced jewelry counter, picks up a thin gold anklet with a tiny “R” charm dangling from it.

“this one,” he tells the guy, not asking your opinion. “and engrave the inside. property of rc. small.”

your face goes hot. “rafe—”

he turns, slow, crowding you against the glass case. “you don’t like my name on you? that a problem?” his thumb presses into your wrist, hard enough to bruise tomorrow. “because i can take all this shit back right now. leave you in the food court with your little target coat from last year. that what you want?”

you swallow. “no.”

“didn’t think so.” he smiles then, small and mean, and kisses your forehead like you’re a kid who just learned a lesson. “good girl.”

he clips the anklet on you himself in the middle of the damn mall, crouching down, fingers rough against your skin. when he stands he doesn’t let go of your ankle right away—just holds it, thumb brushing the fresh gold.

“now everyone knows,” he says, quiet. “even if they can’t read it.”

you spend the rest of the day following him from store to store, bags cutting into your fingers, his hand slipping under your skirt in elevators just because he can. by the time the sun goes down you’re exhausted, feet bleeding in the new louboutins, but he’s finally satisfied.

in the parking lot he opens the trunk of the range rover, tosses everything in like it’s nothing. then he pins you against the cold metal, mouth at your ear.

“you did good today,” he murmurs, almost soft. “your gonna give me somethin’ in return, baby?”

you nod against his shoulder, the “R” on your ankle catching the streetlight.

“words, baby.”

“yes, daddy,” you whisper.

he hums, pleased, and he shoves you into the back seat first, climbs in after, and slams the door so hard the car rocks. tinted windows turn the parking-lot lights into smears of orange. you’re still catching your breath when he fists the front of your little skirt, yanks you across the leather until you’re straddling his lap.

“been hard since you walked out in that last set,” he mutters, already undoing his belt with one hand. the clink of metal is loud in the quiet. “get on your knees.”

there’s barely room, but you make it work, sliding down between the seats, knees digging into the carpet. he doesn’t help, just watches you with that lazy, entitled stare while he pulls himself out. thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip like he’s been thinking about this for hours.

you wrap your fingers around him and he exhales through his nose, head tipping back against the headrest.

“no teasing,” he warns, voice rough. “you know what i want.”

you do. you lean in, take him as deep as you can on the first go, cheeks hollowing. he groans low, hips twitching, then threads his fingers through your hair—not gentle, but not brutal either. just holding you there while you work him, tongue flat against the underside, spit already slicking your chin.

the car’s still in park, engine rumbling. he thumbs the start button with his free hand, shifts into drive like it’s nothing, one palm on the wheel, the other guiding your head. you feel the rover roll forward, tires crunching over the speed bumps, and your stomach flips.

“keep going,” he says, casual as ever, merging into traffic. “red light in thirty seconds. better make me come before it turns green.”

it’s insane. people in the next lane could look over. but his grip tightens, forcing you lower, and you stop thinking. just the taste of him, the way he fills your mouth, the little grunt he lets out every time you swallow around him.

he drives one-handed, knuckles white, breathing getting jagged. you can feel him swelling, getting close, and he starts muttering filth under his breath—how good your throat feels, how you were made for this, how every girl in that mall wished they were you right now.

the light ahead flips to yellow.

“fuck—now, baby—”

you take him all the way down, nose pressed to his pelvis, and he comes hard, hips jerking, spilling hot and thick while the car idles at the red. his hand in your hair goes soft, almost petting, thumb rubbing messy circles at your scalp while he rides it out.

when he’s done he tucks himself away, zips up, then hauls you up by the armpits like you weigh nothing. you’re a mess—lips swollen, mascara smudged—and he just looks at you for a second, something unreadable in his eyes.

“c’mere,” he says, quieter.

you crawl into his lap again, shaky, and he surprises you by pulling you against his chest. one big hand cups the back of your head, the other sliding under your skirt to rub slow at the small of your back. almost… gentle.

“did good today,” he murmurs into your hair. “real fuckin’ good.”

the light turns green. he drives with you still in his lap, one arm locked around your waist like a seatbelt, city lights streaking across the windshield.

when you get to the house he carries you inside himself, bags abandoned in the trunk for tomorrow. kicks the bedroom door shut, lays you on the bed like you’re something breakable all of a sudden.

he peels the ruined louboutins off your feet, thumbs the blisters, then crawls up over you. kisses your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—soft, slow, nothing like the mall, nothing like the car.

“you sore?” he asks, voice low.

you nod, throat raw.

he hums, reaches for the nightstand, pulls out that same stupid-expensive balm he bought you last month. warms it between his palms before rubbing it into your feet, your ankles, the little “R” charm cool against his fingers.

“my girl,” he says, almost to himself. “did everything i asked. proud of you.”

it’s the closest he ever gets to sweet. you close your eyes, let him take care of you for once, the ache between your legs already starting again because even when he’s soft like this, you know tomorrow he’ll put you right back in your place.

and you’ll let him.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, language, smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, cnc? (does it without full coherent consent?) rafe kinda takes advantage of reader, slight exhibition risk, mention of head (m receiving) innocent!reader, mean!rafe towards the end, lots of dirty talk, slight daddy kink, slapping, slight mention of neglect, mentions of divorce, mentions of bourbon + weed + red bull

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: innocent!reader visits the cameron’s, as she does weekly, with her parents. but this time as she confides in the eldest cameron child and her best friend, rafe over her parents failing marriage, he attempts to comfort you…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: quick little mssg before you read this is my first ever fic i’ve wrote so im so so sorry if it’s absolutely awful! also please add in the comments or pm me if there are any warnings i forgot to include and any requests for a fic! enjoy angels! 💐🪽🧸

sub!rafe x fem!reader

rafe cameron was a nightmare.

at school, he made sure you knew it.

he was relentless—tripping you in the hallway, knocking your books out of your hands just to watch you sigh in frustration, leaning down to whisper something cruel in your ear while his friends laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. he’d smirk, watching you with those sharp blue eyes, waiting for a reaction.

"what's wrong, princess?" he’d taunt, all mock sympathy. "thought you could handle me."

he was unbearable. arrogant. a menace.

but at home?

at home, he was yours.

on his knees, forehead resting against your thigh, hands gripping at your legs like he was praying at an altar. like he wasn’t the same boy who spent his days tormenting you.

"please," rafe rasped, voice wrecked, hands sliding up your thighs like he needed to hold onto you. "please, baby, don't be mad. i need you."

you scoffed, tilting his chin up with two fingers, making him meet your gaze. his eyes were wide, pleading, so desperate it almost made you laugh.

"you’re mean to me at school," you said, voice light, almost teasing. "why should i be nice to you now?"

rafe swallowed hard, licking his lips like he was trying to find the right words. "you don’t get it," he said, shaking his head. "i gotta keep a reputation somehow."

you hummed, dragging your fingers through his hair before giving it a sharp tug, making him whimper. "is that right?"

"yeah," he breathed, nodding quickly. "but you—fuck, you know it’s not like that. not really. i worship you, baby. you’re everything."

his hands tightened on your thighs, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, eyes flicking between yours like he was searching for mercy.

"then prove it," you murmured, watching the way he melted at your voice.

"i will," he promised, nodding so fast it was pathetic. "anything."

you smirked, pressing a thumb against his bottom lip, watching the way he parted his mouth, obedient, waiting.

"open up," you commanded.

rafe obeyed instantly, tongue flicking out, pupils blown wide with need. you leaned in close, letting spit drip from your lips into his waiting mouth.

he moaned. actually moaned. eyes fluttering shut like it was the best thing he’d ever been given.

"good boy," you murmured, running a hand through his hair again, this time softer.

rafe exhaled shakily, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen, and when he looked up at you again, it was with pure devotion.

"see?" he whispered, voice raw. "i belong to you."

you hummed, dragging your fingers through his hair again before tugging him up, forcing him to his feet. his breath hitched, body pressed against yours, his hands hesitant like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch.

"you’re gonna stop being mean to me at school," you murmured, tilting your head, fingers tracing down the line of his jaw.

rafe swallowed hard. "baby—"

"or i won’t touch you again," you warned, watching his face fall in an instant.

"no—fuck, i’ll be good," he promised, nodding so fast it was pathetic. "i swear, i just—please, baby, i need you."

you smirked, gripping his jaw, pulling him down until your lips were barely brushing his. "prove it."

he crashed his lips against yours, desperate, needy, like he’d been starving for you. his hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss like he couldn’t stand the thought of any space between you.

he kissed you like he had something to make up for. like he was trying to replace every cruel word, every shove in the hallway, every cocky smirk with the way he moaned against your lips, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held onto you.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he whimpered, hips stuttering forward, pressing even closer.

"please," he murmured between kisses, lips moving desperately against yours. "please, baby, tell me you forgive me."

you smirked against his mouth. "are you gonna behave?"

"yes," he breathed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck. "i’ll be so good, baby. promise."

you sighed, dragging your nails lightly down his back, and he shivered. "fine. i forgive you."

rafe groaned, arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let go. "thank you, thank you," he murmured, lips pressing against every inch of skin he could reach.

you rolled your eyes, shoving him back onto the bed. he let out a little yelp before you climbed on top of him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your chest.

"’m sorry," he mumbled again, voice muffled against your skin. "you’re so soft, baby. let me stay here forever."

you laughed, fingers threading through his hair. "needy," you teased.

rafe hummed, nuzzling closer, lips pressing against the swell of your chest. "only for you," he whispered, voice soft, content.

mira’s 1k special !

nsfw links under the cut

cw ; cnc , fauxcest , roughness , etc

rotten - r.c

rafe cameron x nerd!reader

summary: being rafe cameron's stepsister would be hell for anyone, but for a girl like her? he'd make it worse.

a/n: hi, i’ve never written anything ever but i kind of had this idea. i hope u like it! i hope i don’t end up writing anything too dark, but my thoughts do go there sometimes so idk (brace for it just in case, i guess?¿). this is just a preview, ‘cause i want to see if people would like to read it or not. also, as cliche as it is, english is not my first language so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes lmao. i don’t know how this fic will go, but if there are any warnings necessary at some point, don’t worry, i’ll place them before the chapter! i do plan to have smut in this but only as the story progresses, as fun as it can be i don’t want it to be the main focus for this particular story. the povs will probably change throughout the story but i'm not sure yet!

warnings: psychological abuse, emotional abuse, angst, misoginy, dark!rafe, obsessive behavior, step-siblings, toxic family dynamics, eventual sexual content

She didn’t get it, why her stepbrother seemed to resent her so much. I mean, she and her mom did intrude on his life all of a sudden – but it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t want it to happen either. So she tried not to be loud and obnoxious about it, barely making her presence known since she was 16, walking quietly and talking even more so.

It wasn’t all bad though, she enjoyed spending time in her room, skipping through book pages, mostly biographies or feminist manifestos. At nineteen, she was an avid reader and a passionate learner, devouring books as if they were her only means of survival – they kind of were. Without them, she’d be depressed; it is as simple as that. No place to hide from her intruding thoughts.

Her quiet demeanor made Rafe Cameron flare with anger. Three long years of her presence had felt like hell to him, because why on earth would he be accepting of someone who doesn’t share his blood – let alone someone who he deemed as inferior – living under the same roof as him as if they belonged there? The more she made herself smaller, the more she kept getting quieter – the more his contempt for her grew. He hated how weak she seemed, how every time he’d look at her she’d shrink under his gaze, and how when he talked to her, her reply would reach his ears in the shape of a whisper.

He was the opposite, loud and proud to be so. People worshipped the ground he walked on, and he felt like he deserved it. Truth was, most of them were just too scared to ever say “no” to the guy. “Better to be on his side, than against him”, some would say. And it was true, he could ruin anyone’s life if he felt like it – and he always felt like it. For a man who feels boredom as much as he does, making others suffer as the only source of pleasure made sense. It was entertaining.

He couldn’t do that to her, not because he didn’t want to – believe me, he thought about it way more than he, or any mentally stable person, should – but he knew he’d face consequences from Ward, his iron fist dad, so it was better not to risk it, or at least not be blatant about it when it became inevitable. He knew he’d break her eventually, just didn’t know when.

He needed an opportunity, and oh how lucky, he’d finally have one. Thanks to Wheezie. As annoying as his little sister was he was very thankful to her in that moment, she was the one who decided doing an exchange program in Germany would be an enriching experience, and Ward couldn’t let his little girl go by herself, not when he had the means to go with her, dragging the rest of his family along and turning it into some wholesome 6-month family vacation. God, how pathetic, Rafe thought, as if this weren’t a sick way to not lose control of his youngest and most beloved daughter. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how no one else noticed how controlling Ward was about his family. But he didn’t care, not really, what he did care about, though, was that he’d be alone with his stupid stepsister for a really long time, he couldn’t be more thrilled.

And she? Well, she couldn’t be less. She’d go with the rest of the family if she could, of course she would, but her college year was just starting, so she was stuck on the island. And so was her angry sociopathic older stepbrother who was given the responsibility of taking care of business while Ward didn’t return. It wasn’t even a difficult job, looking at a laptop for three hours and sending emails for people who’d do his job for him. Ward had it easy. And so would Rafe, she thought.

She knew Rafe hated her with all of his willpower, he couldn’t conceal it if he tried. She also knew he had an affinity for breaking things for fun, and when it got boring he’d break people too. She knew how cruel and, dare I say it, how evil he could be. She couldn’t know, though – and even if she did, she couldn’t prevent it – how miserable Rafe Cameron would make her.

rafe cameron loves fucking with his prissy girlfriend by kissing her—tongue and all—right after eating her out.

it’s the grossest (and hottest) power move he’s got, and you’re always losing your mind every time he pulls that shit. you want to shove him off but you’re so far gone you can’t even manage that. especially when his tongue is plunging past your lips before your brain even registers where it’s been, slathering the salty musk and the faint yet still detectable sweetness of the fruit wine you downed earlier. your neat-freak instincts scream bloody murder, whereas your pussy is clenching traitorously.

𝜗𝜚 mean!rafe loves cockwarming but you're not such a huge fan

c!w; mdni !! mean!rafe, desperate reader, cockwarming obviously tehe, bit of degradation ig?, use of the nickname bunny, dumbification sorta, overstimulation?, creampie, writer doesnt know what they're doing lol. notes; first work !! um i apologise in advance bcs i've just been a tumblr lurker... until now lol. pls leave me feedback!

rafe had been fucking you rough for what felt like hours. you were basically seated on his lap, backup against his chest with his cock deep in your sore wet hole. he was always pretty merciless when you had sex but this? this was just cruel.

after rapidly pounding you with his strong arms holding you up slightly by your ass as you yelped and tried to claw at his flexed bicep, he had let you fall hard onto his lap again, but didn't move.

you could feel his piercing smirk adorning his lips even without facing him. the way you wriggled, trying to gain whatever friction you could again, as you sat there begging to cum made him sooo smug.

you tried to move again, dragging your legs up from being splayed out in front of you to gain some height and fuck yourself on his dick, but he stopped you. grabbing at your hips with a bruising grip, "ah ah, you need to be patient baby..."

you whined at his scolding, the feeling of being so full of cock wasn't enough, you needed to move. your lips were red and swollen from pouting and nipping at them all this time, you grabbed one of his hands that was still on your hip, hoping the desperate touch would convince him to let you have your way.

"sooo needy aren't we bunny? god, dick's got you acting all dumb, huh? just want to be fucked soo bad, don't we?" he teased, his words syrupy. he was torturing you on purpose, having fun with it. he could handle the lack of friction, the way you were desperately clenching around him, your cunt fluttering everytime his chest rose and fell because that was basically the only movement you were getting now.

"rafeee" you whined, eyes closed and eyebrows cinched together as if you were in pain, "please... pleaseplease. i need you to move." he loved the way you whined his name, the way you begged, there was almost nothing you could do to get what you want at this point.

you looked down, a creamy line of arousal gathered around the base of rafe's cock. your breathing going all ragged as rafe ignored you and the sight of his cock so deep in your pussy only made you more wet and desperate.

you tilted your head back, getting all dizzy from the pressure of waiting and the way you were breathing too heavily. "aww, 's my bunny getting flustered and dizzy? this cock got you so good all thoughts are gone baby?" rafe chuckled, his hot breath on your neck making you twitch.

"please rafey it's so deep i need you to fuck me so bad..." you said all breathy, his weakness. you figured you might as well pull out all the stops now. with your head leaning back on his shoulder, you could sort of see his face, his jaw ticking in contemplation as you could feel his dick perk up at your words before. you grinned and continued, "rafeee... it's all i want."

he rolled his head to the side before finally moving his hands, one slid from your hip to the heat fresh and pooling in your lower tummy, finding itself on your clit. you gasped at the touch while his other hand slid under your ass, gesturing you to rise up a little again.

as soon as you did, you could hear a little scoff at the back of your neck before he began thrusting into you again, hard and fast. your loud pornagraphic moans bounced off the walls as he groaned into your neck, both of you really winning in the end when you came simultaniously, rafe then fucking the creampie back into you slowly.