#mean!rafecameron

(This could also be easier if one of them is already in a relationship and that why they can’t be together all the time and can only hook up)

Sorry sweetheart I know this is a long request.

i imagine this isn’t quite what you wanted, but i simply couldn’t handle rafe not being that into me.

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— “what aren’t you getting kid? w’hooked up a couple times, end of” he sneered, patience wearing thin as your meek sniffles echoed through the phone. “no! no rafe! you told me to call you if i needed you!” you pleaded, chipped and bitten nails tapping anxiously against your phone case. “yeah, for coke. not whenever you needed to get off, jesus” rafe sighed, wiping his forehead in exasperation, desperate to get off the phone.

he didn’t understand it himself, his unwillingness to simply end the call, block your number, it wasn’t like him. he had a lengthy list of blocked contacts, and usually never struggled to add to it— but not you, there was something about you that had him relenting. whether it was the hold he had on you, causing an eagerness to please he’d never experienced before, or simply just your pretty tits, he didn’t know.

what he did know, was that he was rafe cameron, the rafe cameron. there was no chance he was going to let himself be tied down so soon, he’d barely relished in the lifestyle of the islands most popular supplier before he met you, and he couldn’t let you get in the way of that.

after some back and forth, you’d told yourself one last plea, your last straw of dignity before you gave up. “please rafe! i just— i just need you! jus’ one last time rafey, please” you cried, pulling a lip between your teeth as your fingers crossed.

a final huff of air left his nose as he chucked his head back, internally cringing at your begs. he almost felt bad for letting this go on so long, he should’ve shut it down a while ago, it wasn’t fair. “fine, one last time. m’serious kid, alright?”

╰┈➤ “delete it”

warnings: mean!rafe, toxic relationship, swearing.

summary: y/n knows exactly how to get rafe’s attention.

she sighed, scrolling mindlessly through her phone as she lay on her stomach, legs crossed behind her. it had been an hour, and she hasn’t heard from him yet, and that wasn’t like him, what was he doing?

swiping out of instagram, she checked her messages once again. delivered, the small text said below her last message. so he’s definitely got it, but he hasn’t opened it. petty, she thought.

rolling her eyes, she diverted her attention to the numerous shopping bags scattered around her bedroom floor, quickly jumping up with an idea. if he’s too stubborn to reply, this’ll surely get his attention.

pushing yesterdays argument with rafe out of her mind, she grabbed the smallest shopping bag, reaching in to retrieve one of the many bikini sets she’d purchased earlier that day.

she unraveled the white strings delicately, laying it out in her bed with a smirk on her face. oh, how he’ll hate this.

she hummed along to the quiet music sounding around her room as she tied the bikini strap around her neck, huffing as she positioned herself awkwardly to do so.

once all the strings were tied and adjusted to compliment her curves perfectly, she played around with the light dimmer before grabbing her phone.

opening instagram, her thumb pressed down on add to story, and situated herself seductively in front of the large expensive mirror. snapping a quick photo, and adjusting the contrast, she sighed in delete as she typed in a basic caption and posted it to her story. now we wait, she thought.

thirty minutes- or so, passed while she lounged around her room, having replaced the bikini with a comfortable pair of shorts, and one of his oversized graphic tee’s. by this time, she’d forgotten all about the post, focusing on her skincare routine as she pinned her hair back in preparation.

a quite shriek escaped her lips as the first hard bang landed on the door of her apartment, her frame jolting in fright.

gathering herself, she smirked slightly as she tip-toed to the door, listening for the usual torrent of abuse to fall from his mouth.

“open the fucking door y/n, i know you’re home!” his stern voice called, full of anger. she rested her back against the wall near the door, sure to keep her footsteps quiet. she knew what she was doing, and she knew it was wrong, but she missed him- and if this was her only way to see him, then so be it.

“i swear to god y/n i’ll put this fucking door through if you don’t let me in, now!” he yelled again, followed by three more loud raps, which echoed through her small home.

giving in, she pushed back off the wall, deciding she’d had her fun. “okay-okay! chill the fuck out dude!” she shouted, hastily padding over to the door and unlocking it.

she smiled sweetly at him as he stalked through the doorway, almost squaring up. “dude?- did you just call me dude?” he seethed, nostrils flaring as he towered above her.

“yeah? what’s the big deal?” she chuckled, nonchalant closing the door behind him before making her way past, launching herself onto the couch.

following suit, his heavy footsteps taunted hee as he rounded the couch, stopping between her legs to look down on her. “delete it” he spat, fists balled up either side of him. “delete what?” she cooed, twirling her hair as she looked up at him through her lashes. “you know what y/n, don’t play fucking dumb, it won’t work this time” he snapped.

“ugh, you’re no fun” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she picked up her phone to unlock it. “no fun? you think being a little whore for the world to see is fun?”

gasping, she feigned offence as she held a hand up to her chest, mouth agape. “woah- that was rude, very uncalled for rafe..” she teased, smirking as she felt his eyes watching her while her fingers tapped away at the screen.

“see? all gone? you happy?” she laughed, tossing her phone back to its original spot on the couch. “oh, so you just do this shit to piss me off huh?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“well- see, i missed you, and you were being all stubborn and rafe-like because of yesterday, so what else was i supposed to do..” she muttered, delicately taking ahold of his hands to pull him onto the couch.

deflating, he allowed himself to fall into the spot next to her, his hands moving to her waist instinctively as she straddled him. “you drive me fucking insane y/n, i don’t even want to know what other stupid shit goes on in that little head of yours..” he groaned, throwing his head back as she cuddled into him.

╰┈➤ prompt twenty-three, mean!rafe

warnings: light swearing, rafe being a bit of an ass.

“where are you baby?” rafe muttered down the phone, a slight sternness to his tone as his jaw clenched. “oh, i’m just out on the marsh..” she answered, her smile being heard through the phone.

“the marsh? what the fuck are you doing out there?” he snapped slightly, furrowing his brows at the device as he held it away from him for a second, sighing deeply. “well, sarah asked if i wanted to hang her with her and the others, so i said yes” y/n spoke innocently, oblivious to rafe’s frustration.

yet it only angered him further when a familiar voice called from the other end of the phone. “don’t you worry rafe, we’re taking good care of her, she’ll be returned in one piece!” jj shouted, chuckling to the others as they rolled their eyes at him, mentally cursing the boy for his stupidity.

“i swear to god maybank, you let anything happen to her and i’ll fucking kill you, alright?” rafe growled, scowling at the floor while he awaited a response. “rafe don’t be ridiculous, she’s with me, she’ll be fine..” he heard his sister groan, the eye-roll he knew she’d have done causing him to strain in anger.

“whatever i got shit to do, bye baby” he answered bluntly, causing y/n to pull away from her own phone. he did not just do that, she thought.

could you do prompt 21 and 25 with dealer!rafe or mean!rafe please <3

╰┈➤ prompt tw-one, tw-five, mean!rafe

warnings: rafe being an ass, alcohol consumption, light swearing, slight humiliation.

a fit of giggles erupted from across the room as she bid a ‘see you later’ to her friends, before making her away over to her boyfriend. she grinned at him, contrasting his forever narrowing eyes as he rubbed his jaw frustratedly. “hi baby..” she cooed, a sway in her step and she stumbled over his outspread legs. perching herself on his knee, she turned to face him.

he avoided her drunken gaze, ensuring he wouldn’t lose his foul mood as she leaned closer, pressing her lips to his cheek. “rafe? what’s wrong?” she queried, furrowing her brows as she felt the tension coursing through him. “i don’t know, why don’t you tell me? you sure looked like you were having more fun over there, with him” he spat, scowling in the direction of her group of friends.

“oh don’t be ridiculous, i was just saying hi, give me a kiss..” she laughed, attempting to lighten the mood as she leant in once more, just for him to turn his head. “are you serious?” she whined, kicking her legs in a fuss. “beg”

her mouth fell agape as he smirked, picking up on the numerous pairs of eyes now watching the spat between them. “i’m not going to beg you rafe, if you don’t want to kiss me that’s fine, i’ll just leave you alone..” she threatened, staring at him for a response.

eyebrows raised, she swatted his chest lightly as he pulled his lips into a thin line, shrugging as if to tell her to go. “fucking kiss me, asshole” she snapped, attempting to reach for his face again. giving in, he allowed her to pull his face closer, pressing his lips to hers lazily.