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rrafecameronsslut · 9 days

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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞’𝐬 “𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞”

warnings: smut, explicit language, alcohol/drugs use, sexual content, flirting and teasing, pet name (“little one”), unprotected sex, degradation

Y/N IS NOT A MINOR, “Little One” is just a pet name, please don’t get it confused. I do not write smut for minors. — Sorry if it caused any inconveniences, also if you are a minor this page is not for you, it’s 18+

Your best friend, Barry, was to blame for this unfortunate turn of events. He had somehow convinced you to come to the Outer Banks, promising endless parties and fun in the sun. Little did you know, he had an ulterior motive. "Oh, and by the way," he casually mentioned on the flight over, "I invited Rafe." Your stomach lurched at the mere mention of his name. "Rafe?" you squeaked, eyes wide with horror. "The Outer Banks psycho?"

Rafe, who was sitting in a recliner, looked you up and down. He had a face that could've belonged to either a serial killer or a model. It was hard to tell. His eyes were piercing, his gaze unrelenting. He took a swig of whiskey from a crystal tumbler before speaking. "Can you even drink, little girl?" he drawled.

You felt a mixture of annoyance and fear wash over you. Annoyance at Barry for bringing you here, and fear of this…this psycho who seemed to have a strange fascination with you. "Yes, yes I can, Rafe," you managed to say through gritted teeth. You clutched your own drink, wishing you hadn't accepted it from Barry in the first place.

The room seemed to close in around you as you tried to think of something, anything, to say. The only sound was the faint murmur of the ocean outside, and the occasional clink of glasses as people laughed and talked around the beach house. But you couldn't shake the feeling that Rafe was watching you, studying you.

"So," he drawled, "what brings you to the Outer Banks?" His eyes flickered down to your chest, and you felt a blush creep up your neck. You took a gulp of your drink to calm your nerves, wishing it was something stronger.

"Oh, uh," you stammered, looking anywhere but at him, "I mean, I came with Barry, you know? For the parties and stuff." Your words came out in a rush, and you wished you could take them back.

Rafe chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find plenty of parties," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think you're here for something else." He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes boring into yours. "Something more…personal."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anger surge through you. You didn't know what he meant by that, but you were determined not to show it. You forced a laugh, trying to sound casual. "Oh, really? Well, I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Rafe smiled back at you, his eyes cold and calculating. "We certainly will," he said, taking another swig of his whiskey. You could feel his gaze boring into you, as if he was trying to see right through you. You wished you could just disappear, or at least have Barry come and rescue you from this uncomfortable situation.

But Rafe seemed to sense your discomfort, and he leaned in even closer. "You know, I've always been fascinated by people like you," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "So innocent, so naive. It's almost a shame to see you here, in this place."

Your heart raced as he spoke, and you struggled to maintain your composure. You could feel his body pressing against you, and you wanted nothing more than to push him away. But something held you in place, rooted to the spot.

"What do you mean?" you managed to choke out. "What is it about me that you find so fascinating?"

Rafe's laugh was cold and mocking. "Oh, little one," he drawled, "you have no idea." He ran a long, elegant finger down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You're like a butterfly, pinned to a board. You belong somewhere else, somewhere more…natural. But instead, you're here, in this house, surrounded by these people. You don't belong."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to pull away from him, but his grip on your arm was firm. "What do you want from me?" you whispered, barely above a whisper.

Rafe leaned even closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "I want to see how far I can push you," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to see what you're really made of." He let go of your arm and stepped back, giving you just enough space to breathe. "And I think you want the same thing."

You felt a chill run down your spine as you considered his words. Was it true? Did you really want this? You took another gulp of your drink, hoping it would give you the courage to speak your mind. "I don't know what you're talking about," you managed to say, your voice sounding weak even to your own ears. "I just want to have a good time, that's all."

Rafe laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. "Oh, little one," he drawled, "you can't be that innocent. You've been here for hours, and you've seen everything that's gone on. You know there's more to this party than just dancing and drinking." He leaned in closer again, his breath warm against your ear. "You want to know what happens behind closed doors. You want to be a part of it, and I bet your underwear is soaked thinking about it.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. He was right; you had seen things that night that you couldn't unsee. But you couldn't admit that to him. "I'm just here for a good time," you repeated, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "And I think I've had enough of you for one night." You took another gulp of your drink, hoping it would help steady your nerves.

Rafe smiled, seeming to enjoy your discomfort. "Oh, little one," he drawled, "you don't mean that." He took another step closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "You want this, just as much as I want you." His hand found its way to your hip, and he gripped it possessively. "Don't you?"

You tried to push him away, but his hold was too strong. "Let go of me," you managed to choke out.

Rafe's smile widened. "Oh, little one," he purred, "you don't mean that." He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours. "You want this, don't you?" He ground his hips against yours, and you could feel his erection clearly through your clothes. "You want me to take you, here and now."

You struggled against him, feeling a desperate urge to escape. But it was no use; he was too strong, and his grip on you was unyielding. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck as he whispered, "You belong with me, you know that."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to believe them, to be free of the suffocating life you'd been leading for so long. But at the same time, you knew that giving in to him would be a terrible mistake. You tried to push him away, but it was no use. “Let’s go behind closed doors, how’s that sound, y/n?” Rafe whispers into your ear.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod, unable to find the words to speak. Rafe smirks and leads you through the crowd, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The music grows fainter as you make your way deeper into the house, down a dimly lit hallway. The air feels thick with anticipation and desire. Finally, he pushes open a door, revealing a lavishly decorated bedroom.

The bed is enormous, covered in plush red comforters, and there's a mirror on the ceiling above the headboard. A low, velvet chaise lounge sits in the corner, surrounded by scattered pillows. Rafe releases your hip and pushes you roughly toward the bed, sending you stumbling forward. You land on your hands and knees, feeling the softness of the comforter beneath your palms.

"Now, little one," he says, his voice low and menacing, "let's see what you're made of." He steps up behind you, pressing his hips against your ass. You feel the hardness of him, and a shiver of fear and arousal runs down your spine. His hand finds its way between your legs, roughly pulling your underwear aside. He growls in approval as he feels your wetness.

He guides your head back, forcing you to look up at him from the bed. His features are twisted into a cruel expression, but his eyes are filled with desire. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your face. "I could look at you all night." His fingers slide inside you, finding your clit. You gasp at the sensation, arching your back into his touch.

Rafe growls in response, increasing the pressure of his fingers as he begins to thrust them in and out. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressed against your ass, and you long for him to be inside you. He pulls his fingers away, and before you can register what's happening, he's pushing his erection against your entrance, guiding it inside.

He groans as he feels you stretch around him, and then he begins to move, thrusting hard and deep. The bed creaks beneath you, and the sound of their bodies colliding fills the room. You arch your back, meeting his movements, lost in the sensation of being claimed by him. He grips your hair roughly, forcing your head back, exposing your neck to his mouth. His teeth scrape against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"That's it, little one," he growls. "Take it all." He pounds into you harder, faster, driving you towards a shattering climax. You feel the heat building inside you, spreading through your body, making it impossible to think of anything but the sensation of being filled by him. Your nails scrape against the comforter, digging into the soft fabric as you lose control, crying out his name.

Rafe's movements become even more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his own release. He bites down gently on your neck, leaving a stinging mark that feels both painful and erotic. You arch your back off the bed, meeting his thrusts, wanting more, wanting him deeper.

The room spins, the music from downstairs seeming to fade into the distance as you're lost in this intense, primal connection with him. His body feels like steel, and every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through you. You tighten your grip on the comforter, digging your nails into the soft fabric as your climax builds, building, building. “You like that you dirty slut, yeah?” Rafe growls out, his voice rough with desire. His hips slam into you harder, faster, as if he's trying to push you over the edge.

And then, finally, you feel it: a sharp, electric wave of pleasure washes over you, making you arch your back off the bed in a silent scream. Your muscles clench tight around him, your nails scrape down his back as you try to keep from falling apart at his touch. He groans deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his own release. His teeth graze against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Yeah, your my slut, yeah?” He growls, demanding a answer

You gasp for breath, barely able to form words.. "Yes," you manage to croak. "I'm your slut."

The words seem to fuel him, and he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder than ever before. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. Your body is stretched and full, every nerve ending on fire as he takes you to the edge once more. He bites down gently on your shoulder, the pain mingling with the pleasure, sending you spiraling out of control.

"That's it, baby. Take it all. Take what's yours," he groans, his voice raw with desire. His hips slap against your ass, his erection thrusting deep inside you, claiming you as his. You whimper, arching your back off the bed, lost in the sensation of being owned by him. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he takes you higher and higher.

The pleasure builds inside you, a tight coil of need that threatens to unravel with every hard thrust. You bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the cries that rise unbidden to your throat. You're so close, on the brink of release, and with every stroke of his hips against yours, it feels as if he's pushing you over the edge.

His fingers dig into your hips, his nails raking over sensitive flesh as he holds you in place for his thrusts. You arch your back, offering yourself up to him, feeling the weight of his body press you into the mattress. The room spins, the sounds of their passion filling your ears, drowning out everything but the beat of your hearts.

He growls, his breath hot against your ear. "God, I love how wet you are for me. You're so fucking perfect." His hips move faster, harder, his erection thrusting deep inside you, claiming your body as his own. He bites down gently on your shoulder, the pain mingling with the pleasure, sending shockwaves through your system. You whimper, your fingers digging into the sheets, desperate for purchase as you're carried away by the force of his movements.

The tension builds within you, coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap free at any moment. His movements become erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he takes you higher, higher. “Your my slut, your pussy belongs to me, nobody else.” He growls into your ear, his hips thrusting harder, faster.

Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. You arch your back off the bed, moaning his name as you feel the first wave of release wash over you. His thrusts become even more urgent, more demanding, as he meets you in that perfect moment. He growls deep in his throat, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. His hips slam into you one final time, his body shudders, and he lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure.

Hot, sticky fluid spills into you, filling you up. He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he catches his breath, his chest heaving against yours. You can feel the warmth of his skin, the roughness of his stubble against your cheek. Your body feels boneless, limp, but satisfied.

He rolls off you slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His eyes are glassy with desire, and there's a satisfied smile on his lips. "God, you're so amazing," he whispers, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "You know I could never get enough of you."

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 (Dark Rafe x Sarah fanfic)

Summary: This was a draft I had in my notes app on my iPhone for my first ever attempt at a fanfic from last year. I don't have any recollection of it because I wrote it when I was drunk, and it was supposed to be a dark thriller-like read because I am inspired by the author, Karin Slaughter. A trigger warning: this will not sit well with some readers because it has incestuous elements. Basically, the story takes place over a year after the events of Ward dying, and Rafe's deep obsessive hatred for Sarah gets the best of him, and it gets really disturbing. I think I attempted a chapter in a half or two of this story. I probably don't want it to be a one-shot. If someone is actually content enough to stomach reading this and wants a continuation of it, I will write more chapters. Please know that this is a concept and just a work of fiction. If you're not into this trope, feel free to disengage from this read. Side note: this is pretty much a continuation from chapter one but not really finished because, like I said, this is from last year. I wrote it when I was drunk, and when I sobered up, I felt like this was so sick. I don’t think I want to finish it and publish it and get it cancelled, but I saw other writers stories that spoke about controversial stuff, so this is going up. If anyone who can withstand this read can handle it, I’d attempt to finish this chapter and make a third. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘: 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.

Rafe removed Sarah off the ground and propped her motionless body into his arms she wasn’t dead, but she was out cold until further notice right now it was just him and her and the pain that kept them company all these years. The pain that his father’s favoritism for her was a wedge between their relationship. Even with his father, being dead, he still affected him traumatically, even if it was from beyond the grave Sarah’s body felt light as a feather in her torpid state cradled in his arms his hold on her secured so he could keep his balance as he was approaching the master bedroom of the mansion, the room now his since his stepmother and father, we’re gone Luckily, the bedroom door was already open, so he didn’t have to worry about stumbling his way in there with her. Rafe lowered Sarah onto the King sized bed. He didn’t know how long he had before she regain consciousness, and he didn’t know what he could do. To keep her there, seeing her felt triggering because she reminded him of everything he lacked she had John B who loved her unconditionally. While Rafe was only looked at for what he could provide, whether that being his father’s good old, reliable lapdog or nothing but a fien that brought in Barry money and gold because his cocaine addiction everything for him always came under a condition Rafe gently stroked Sarah‘s cheek and removed her messy hair away from her face you’re going to pay for the life that you stole from me Sarah if it wasn’t for you being born, Mom wouldn’t have died giving birth to you if it wasn’t for you being brought into existence, dad may actually of made me feel loved instead of putting all his focus on you he said in a very wrathful tone of voice whispering in her ear he put his index finger on the side of her neck and checked her pulse well, it looks like I didn’t really quite take your breath away because you’re still breathing, he says under his breath sarcastically then instantly Sarah’s eyes shot up and she was out of her comatose state where the hell am I she says, frightened and dumbfounded, when she took a moment to process her surroundings, and realized that she was face-to-face with Rafe she started to scream Rafe put his hand over her mouth, shushing her nice to see you respawned island, princess but I’m not trying to get hearing loss he says growing frustrated

Now then I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to smother you I’ll take my hand away from your mouth If you promise you won’t scream nod your head. If you understand, Sarah just looks at him blankly. Do you understand he screams which startled her Sarah nodded her head in cooperation. She was scared shitless, and even surprised that she woke up from his strangulation towards her.

I know dad would of wanted us to stick together as a family and keep his legacy alive I feel that would of been his dying wish he says looking at her intently, grabbing her arm hoping to get a sense of consolation Sarah swatted his hand away from her and sat up meeting his gaze Listen, Rafe, dad is gone now you don’t have to keep trying to base your identity around him anymore you can start a new life one that doesn’t to have to be this obsession with chasing his approval she replied anxiously plopping off the bed on her feet keeping her distance her eyes set on the doorway of the master bedroom typical fried Sarah do you even hear yourself you didn’t even keep your promise when I ask you pacifically to keep dad safe you’re the last person to see him alive and he’s dead because of you he shouts rising up instantly and shifted toward her feeling overwhelmed with anger him she flinches in fear and backs away from him from being eye to eye with her Sarah was at a lost for words she couldn’t even open up her mouth to say anything in this moment his words cutting in deep there was no denying that there was some truth to his statement she wanted to feel sympathetic toward him apart of her understanding of his resentment towards her because he always had to prove himself to be deemed worthy of his father’s love and she was put on a pedestal and was the person that always got in the way of him getting attention from their dad she turn towards him and shifted her eyes grazing into his attempting to read his facial expression it’s like he has this switch where he can go from indifferent to unstable you’re gonna do everything I tell you to do do you fucking hear me. He snaps immediately Sarah starts to bolt out the master bedroom door and rushes to the mansion staircase I’m not done with you. He screams chasing after her. Rafe you don’t have to do this, you can let me go she pleads

he started to gain in on her if she didn’t get away from him there’s no telling what he would do her mind was racing a mile a minute she remembered when they where kids they would play hide and seek and when he found her he’d tickle her to death but this is modern day they aren’t kids anymore if she’s sought out he was gonna hurt her Sarah manage to outrun him and snuck her way into a downstairs closet She tried so hard not to hyperventilate Sarah’s phone starts to vibrate in her back denim shorts pocket shit he’s gonna hear it. She says under her breath, trying to remain quiet as possible the closet had shutter panels that were partly cracked open she wanted to be able to monitor Rafes movements Sarah grabbed her phone out her pocket it started to light up with a text notification from John B saying closed up the store. When will you be back home? There’s leftover pizza in fridge. Sarah tries to share her location with John B but her phone dies on her shit I’m fucked. I’m so fucked she thinks she whispered to herself shaken up in fear tears welling up in her eyes you can’t hide from me Sarah she felt her brothers voice getting closer and closer and saw his figure threw the closet door shutters she puts her hands over her mouth to muffle her panicked whimpers before she knows it the door knob on the closet starts to turn she jumps up terrified holding onto it with all her might her grip tightened not wanting to let go because she had no idea what was coming next if she let herself be caught by him I don’t wanna die she thinks to herself shaking crying so hard she felt her tear ducts would get swollen I know you’re in there Sarah Why don’t you come out and play? he snarled simultaneously he breaks through the closet door smashing the antique wooden panels with his bare hands Sarah started to scream so loud that she felt their would be no more air in her lungs left she couldn’t even make sense of anything anymore she just froze in fear Rafe snatched her up by her arms and picks her up throwing Sarah over his shoulder why are you doing this she said kicking and screaming attempting to be loosen from his hold dragging her away her hands beating into his shoulders and striking him in the side of his neck which caused him to groan in pain making him react angrily gnashing his teeth and halting in his

steps pulling her hair so hard that the muscles in her neck felt strained that she was coming onto a whiplash You’re gonna calm down and be a good girl, right? he asked the pitch in his voice heightening in a domineering way watching her struggling to get out his grasp with lifeless eyes as she started to whine in defeat her refusal to give a answer right away caused him to be frustrated and pull at her hair even tighter as if he would scalp a piece of her hair out y-yes I’ll be good she says whimpering in pain hoping her words will ease his hands off her head that’s a good girl he says, letting out this smug that he had her complacent finally and flings her head back over his shoulders pulling her away from the downstairs storage closet he broke down taking his steps towards the staircase reaching upstairs in this moment Sarah wish Rafe would just die and this would all be over and she be somewhere safe she felt him climbing upstairs with her being brought back to the same place she tried so desperately escaping from

There’s no better life waiting out there for you Sarah everything you touched dies here is a place for rebirth and we can start anew and be a family again he says talking into her neck him making out the sentence sounding strange Rafe drops Sarah onto the ground of the master bedroom causing her to fall flat on her face he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him she starts sobbing let me out of here please Rafe just let me go she cries out beating her fist into the bedroom floor sorry no can do sunshine this is only the beginning he replies squatting down looking at her pathetic state of despair he started to laugh manically I’m gonna have so much fun with you he says while his set motives could be insidious or unusual. Come here he commands grabbing her wrist pulling her forcefully toward him she tried resisting his touch but felt herself to weak from being overpowered by his strength whats the matter cat got your tongue he questioned not amused by her silence you always been daddy’s little princess got everything handed to you while I was left high and dry trying to find that love from my father that was only honored to you he lashed out at her enraged it’s not my fault Rafe a lot of things where unforeseen occurrences yes we faced two different experiences but we are in the same predicament we both lost dad and we both are wounded from trauma she spat out shakily trying to find his humanity within him Sarah was crying to the point she had a runny nose all she wanted was to be out of this chaotic situation please just let me go she pleads

Rafe ignores her attempts of convincing him of letting her go and rises her up and squeezes her hand pulling her to follow him into the bathroom and near the shower get yourself cleaned up he demands Sarah just stands there lost and in a daze um can I have some privacy please she requested hopefully thinking if she could just borrow some time and come up with a plan to sneak out the window and break free from all this the sooner you strip naked and just hurry this up the sooner we can get past this he says deviously you’re

not just gonna stand there and watch me she asks him thinking he’s unserious her eyes widening in fear his patience was running thin take your clothes off he ordered grabbing the back of her neck tightly causing her to yelp does it look like I’m fucking around do it he yells Sarah felt disgusted by his sick demands it was a shrouded mystery what he had up his sleeve she knew that he didn’t want her out of his sight it was to risky but couldn’t he atleast have a form of human decency and respect her space and let shower in peace you’re not moving fast enough he hollered Sarah started to tremble slowly unbuttoning her white denim shorts just like that nice and slow he uttered out his tone sounding more sinister Sarah felt chills all over her body as she felt compelled to continue undressing herself she pulled her shorts down over her ankles and gently pushed them off to the side with her feet followed by her pulling her crop top over her head easing it off her tossing it to the ground leaving her exposed to her floral pattern laced bra and panties let me get a good look at you he said taking this moment in. (To be continued)

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