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Warnings : eater!Rafe, descriptive smut, studying plot, face riding, tongue fucking, oral (f!receiving), flirting, vocal receiver/whining/moaning.

🎧🥿⚖️ ⌛️ 🎼

“Wait, lemme fix this up” He spoke, squinting his sight as his gaze remained focused on your math homework, with the intent of helping you figure it out.

“You see this symbol?” He paused, making sure you two were on the same page by catching your gaze in his. “It means that you’re supposed to use that method right there, not this one” he stated patiently as his fingers stood in pointing position, tapping on your sheets and trailing invisible logical connections along the white paper, while his tone was clear as water.

“M’kay..” you acknowledged, nodding slightly as your eyes met the same spot as his on the written surface. “Okay, yeah - got it.” You bit your lip, memorizing the explanation and stealing the pen from his hand, processing the next step for the calculation.

“Thank you Ray” Your voice sweet and reserved as usual. Your eyes met his, glistening in admiration as you basically saw in him your savior. Rafe had been helping you in math for quite a minute now, and he has made somehow everything lighter for you to handle. He was present when you though you were failing and when you thought it was over. He was there when you succeeded too, slowly feeling more and more proud of you for learning.

He reciprocated the kind smile that grew on your lips, meeting your gaze. “it’s nothing, I’m more than okay with helping you as long as you learn”

Now that your knowledge was sufficiently developed, you didn’t need him anymore as much as you used to. He was still helping though, cause he craved every single moment he spent with you. Staying by your side was his perfect little habit by now.

Without thinking, you leaned in his personal space as your lips split in a seductive smile, locking your eyes with his. Your voice lowered as you dissolved the distance from his lips to yours almost completely in a slow motion. “You’re so smart and talented… You ain’t just a pretty face, you know?”

You attempted with your compliment as Rafe simply chuckled, his gaze jumping up from your lips to your eyes, the corners of his lips sharpening as confidence slowly marks his features.

“Yeah? Wanna see how much more I can do?” His eyebrows slowly raised, eyes smoothing with certainty as he never lacked a cocky comeback.

You chuckled, as if your flirting was a joke. As if you’ve not already replayed this in your head every night for the past months. “What can you do, huh?”

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“Oh- oh my god” your voice cracking weakly as you yelped mindlessly, your spine arched at its maximum width while your thighs were growing limp and barely squashing into his cheekbones for stability anymore. Your fingers pulling at his damp frontal hair pieces in a desperate rush of satisfaction.

His tongue struggling to keep its pace as it fought your silky walls squeezing tightly around the wet muscle, imploring for more stimulation while all you could do was jolt your hips rhythmically, led by his rapid motions inside of you that had you curling your toes in ecstasy.

You moaned and whined with no filter as your head fell back without a trace, your thighs trembling as your muscles froze in a light shade of soreness.

His name rolled out of your lips frenetically as your breath came out in short gasps, your bodily reactions manipulated by his actions.

His fingers wandered up around your waist and torso, having a shiver creep up your spine and shoulders. His fingers crawled up to the swell of your breasts, where he reached and rolled one of your nipples between his thumb, between the squeezing of the soft skin and the itchy teasing to your peaks.

His eyes devoured every single contraction of your features, sight blinded by the distraction of your body twisting and being responsive around his tongue to his twisted liking.

Your liquids rolled dangerously further into his mouth with the way you thrust your hips, chasing his movements as much as your body claimed.

The outer peak of his tongue spasming against your folds and clit, your juices flowing down his chin as a result of his not so gentle fraction.

You ground your folds against his lips, more and more frenetically as you felt the orgasm approaching, clearly not controlling the way your body visibly trembled and froze in place, about to explode in a shaking vulnerable mess.

Your moans came out in quick, leading gasps as the grip on his hair began to grow more solid and demanding. Your warmth spasmed around his tongue, dragging it further up as your eyes turned glossy.

Overstimulation crashing over you just as soon as your orgasm hit you, making your hips twitch against the fraction of his mouth and your ribs to expand in a desperate gasp.

You squeezed your eyes shut as his hands dug into your hips, keeping you grounded as he kept devouring and torturing you through your climax.

You moaned in short sighs, slowly angling your head down to see Rafe, to make sure he was aware of what he just did to you.

He pulled his tongue out, dragging it up your sensitive folds with a lewd lick, brushing against your swollen clit, making you whimper and jolt against his face.

“Fuck..” His voice raspy and almost amazed, coming from between your thighs. His grin noticeably wider than when you got through an exercise without his intervention.

His chest dropping and raising gradually while he tried to catch his breath after almost suffocating in your pussy. You inhaled, air itching in your sore throat as you still came down from the orgasm.

Your knees lifted off the bed, dropping your body on the soft duvet as you landed on your back, turning your head to him, hoping he’d say something while you waited for your lucid reasoning to return back to you.

“Am I still just a pretty face?” Rafe asked grinning, shifting on top of you, with his chin on your stomach as his elbows dug in the soft fabric near your bare hips. His eyes glistening as he looked up at you, his fingers brushing intimate paths on your ribs.

Your eyebrows still facing up in a knot, lips swollen from all the biting. Your hand digging through his hair as you sighed, physically strained.

“No..” you breathed, legs tangling together under his chest, fighting the ache you had been left between you thighs. “Fuck, you’re not…” you scoffed, amazed and still breathing laboured.

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Fucking Rafe throughout

the seasons

wrngs: angst ( indicated by ✶ ), description of smut ( indicated by ᯓ ) under the emotional prospective, headcanons, mention of

drugs, no proofread

season 1

Positions & Conditions : mostly and majorly doggystyle, zero vanilla, zero aftercare, usually happening as a one night stand or at parties. Enjoys it raw and scoffs when you ask him if he perhaps has a condom.

ᯓ Kinks: degradation, spitting, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex ,unrevealed breeding kink, dacryphilia.

✶ A lot of internal and repressed anger cause him to crave a position of power and control during intimacy, since vulnerability would’ve occurred and it would’ve been easier for him to handle. That’s because he’s releasing his mental tension through the relieving feeling of sex. Under all that roughness, the degrading and the insults, there’s just silent suffering that throws him after the edge and the suffocating feeling of not having a light at the end of the tunnel.

✶ The roughness allows him to get high off of the adrenaline, that has almost the same effect of drugs. When in the morning, he’s lucid and his mouth his dry, the familiar feeling of rooted guilt and projected disappointment awaits to torture him from sun up to sun down, just to prove a point. They’re both unhealthy, his addictions, and do you blame him for being fucking insane?

✶ When he’s releasing roughly out of his system what had bothered him all week, taking it out on a random girl who’s name’s irrelevant and who’s way too drunk to avoid someone like him, all he tries to forget and break off is that guilt that doesn’t get near to ease but is only fueled by that toxic habit.

✶ Rafe’s addictions affect the way he connects with others and sexual intercourse for him is just a way to cope with his mental health instability. A desperate way to find connections and the slightest occasions of sympathy towards him . Also his way to be seen, like somehow people are gonna pay attention to him only when he’s sharing his body.

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season 2

Positions & Conditions :

Rafe escapes that frat boy lifestyle and attempts to introduce himself to a more serious love life. He still likes being in charge as it feeds his insanity and he still keeps his behavior really toxic, emotionally damaging and not lucid since he’s actually mentally unstable.

Still loyal to the doggystyle, even tho he like the missionary position since eye contact is stimulating enough for him to feel something. Zero vanilla but can give aftercare. His ego doesn’t let him give up the lead and be a switch.

ᯓ Kinks: breath play, chocking, bondage kink, spitting, enjoys cowgirl, tit play, words of affirmation, orgasm control , weapons play, consensual degrading, exhibition kink.

Very, very very jealous. His unstable personality causes him to fuck everything up, not considering consequences and giving up on his actions as regret devours him alive. So, as he’s rough, wants to hear you speak to him, validate him and feed into his possessive tendencies.

ᯓ “Tell me your mine, look at me” his eyes shush the hunger and feed the urge of dominance by taking in all of your expressions, the received dopamine flowing through his veins, messing up with his system.

✶ His obsessive thoughts and insane fixations make him target his sexual partners. Sex is just another addiction now and he find it heavily destabilizing. His mental health issues peaking as Rafe finds himself fitting weirdly in vulnerability, slowly experiencing something scary and deep during intimacy

✶ He doesn’t really cares about his sexual partner and he’s only there for his own pleasure. He’s deeply repulsed and frightened from relationships but he’s still capable of developing feelings for a sexual partner. If they show the slightest kind of affection or if they simply listen and pay attention to his presence and his needs .

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season 3 & 4

Positions & Conditions : finally gets into sane relationships, and god damn if he’s ready for the sex aspect. When he’s okay enough to get to know someone new, he’s ready to please and worship them. Absolutely loyal to aftercare, every single time now. Sex isn’t a coping mechanism, just pure enjoyment that needs to be cherished as much as possible. Rafe likes to be vanilla when the times right or when he’s feeling affectionate and romantic, but can completely switch up to being rough anytime he feels like it. Overstimulating you till you cry with a rentless pace that makes you roll your eyes, or doing it slow in the morning when both of you are tired. He tries not to be rough when he’s frustrated, but he knows you’ll take it anyway like a good bitch.

ᯓ Rafe looooves eating you out and has a thing for being between your legs all the time, every single chance he gets. Even if it’s just him laying down with you, trailing paths with his fingertips dangerously close to your inner thighs. Teasing and seeing how much he can play with you before you start begging. Kissing your throbbing folds like the tease he is, savoring the wetness even though the fabric of your shorts. He’s obsessed with the feeling of having your thighs glued around his head, back arched while you pull on his hair, grinding and shaking at the friction created by his mouth increases on your pussy.

ᯓ Has a vigorous preference for a nice missionary, seeing your face while he splits you up with his painfully hard dick does it well enough for him to finish every single time. This way, he can easily maneuver the way your legs prettily bend, how much he can touch you before you come, trembling desperately on his dick. Or just how easily he can reach new angles to make you scream and whine even better, cause he’d never deny himself the way you sound when you’re about to cum.

ᯓ He really loves cowgirl and as long as he’s fucking you, he’ll do what you say. Thats the way he’d learnt, listen to your needs to deserve your pussy. That squeezes painfully tight around his skin when he squeezes your breast or when he brings you down by your jaw for a kiss. Riding him and barely being able to speak, with how hard you’re grinding his swollen tip against your g spot.

ᯓ Kinks: overstimulation, edging, orgasm control, daddy kink, sensory deprivation, chocking, condescending praise, exhibition kink

✶ Rafe sobers up from the sick pressure of his dad’s judgment, turning him into a whole different person as grief distances him from distractions. After his growth is visible and his mental health stable, Rafe lives with his past and experiences different dynamics in sexual intimacy.

⏱️ !! 𝑰𝑁 𝑨 𝑅𝑼𝑆𝑯 !! 📹

Warnings: 𝗱𝗼𝗺!𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲, 𝗲𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘀𝘂𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

“Are you outside?” You spoke frenetically with your phone to your ear, grabbing the last things you need for the night before going out with your boyfriend.

“Yep, don’t make me wait” he recommends, his gaze searching your window to check you’re not still in the shower, his hand hiding in his pocket.

“Rafe, we have a looot of time..” you hummed, refreshing your eyeliner leaning against your desk, carefully picking at your reflection.

Rafe sighed over the other side of the phone, shutting the car and fastly taking the stairs.

He rang your doorbell, catching you unexpectedly off guard. A grin immediately blessing his face at your immediate sight. “God damn you woman”

His gaze fixated on your exposed skin, his eyes meeting yours to communicate you how fucking hungry you just made him.

You chuckled wrapping your arms around his shoulder, “you hung up without even telling me” your tone a disappointed mock as he dug his face in the crook of your neck, memorizing your scent before it could even start to fade.

“Figured I’d be to you faster” a scenic and romantic comeback occurred on his tongue, his hand sneaking by the small of your back, pushing you flush against him.

You chuckled, grabbing your keys as he dragged you out of your apartment, his imagination distracting him form the plans you were supposed to attend today.

His lips caught yours in a claiming kiss, your perfume getting to his head eventually. “You look good.. very” His voice reduced to a raspy praise as he murmured between kisses, your hands sticking to his neck.

You kissed him back harsher, savoring the feeling of being trapped between a wall and his arms.

His hands found your hair, his fingers breaking through the strands, sending shivers down your spine.

He let all of his desire crawl into your body and mind, making you feel it with the way his hands lingered and squeezed your flesh or simply by the way his dick was poking your thighs from inside his jeans.

The pressure of his tongue against yours, his hands gripping your ass as each breath grew shorter and more frenetic. It made you reach for your keys, a failing attempt to push this straight to the point.

He let out a soft chuckle, that you’d figure out later.

His fingers pressing down on the buttons with the arrows outside the elevator of your condo, smashing his fingertips against the circles so he could get more attention to you once he got the chance

“You don’t wanna get inside?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed as you overlooked his behavior. How come he isn’t jumping on you? Wasn’t he hard or something?

As he waited for the doors to open, Rafe kept guiding your lips against his, his hand on your waist as he manhandled your body from wall to wall, acting quietly and leaving you to your wonders.

Way too busy dealing with your body clinging to his in a way that made his dick throb and his mouth water, he pulled you in and kept you in a corner of the elevator.

His smirk growing, pressing on random numbers, so the elevator could be occupied and wouldn’t disturb while he finger-fucked you.

He stood between your legs, holding one of them up by the back of your knee

“Rafe, wait – don't you think there are cameras in here? ” You whispered weakly wandering your eyes around the small space, getting cut by the contrast of his lips once again.

“Since when do you care?” His voice restrained, leaning closer to your lips to quiet you down as his hands already crawled under your skirt. Fingers tasting your folds, wet and slicked in ecstasy.

You bit down into your own lip, soothing yourself as soon as his digits pushed their way inside, a soft chuckle of his pressured you into pretending you weren’t as aroused as he was.

His gaze followed every twist your lips created, while he pushed and smudged your limits shamelessly.

Your breath quickened just by seeing your hips chase the movements of his fingers, sliding knuckles deep inside you as you squinted your eyes.

You moaned as he reached a certain depth, his face nuzzled in your hair as he inhaled, leaving soft soothing kisses on your cheek.

Your muscles flexed involuntarily around his fingers, dragging them further up in your liquid-smoothed warmth

You whimpered softly at the feeling of him curling them. Your whispered quick affirmation words, demanding faster paces and consistency, as your sensitiveness was infected by the rush of being seen.

Rafe bit his own lip, holding you steady with his hand on your hip as you learnt how to flex your leg higher. Your back was slightly arched, your breath itching against his touch, delicate and intentional.

Your mouth falling open, a light giggle escaping your throat as you cheeks burnt, feeling the urgency of the moment on your trembling limbs.

Your moan was shaped by the way he moved his fingers. He followed quietly that path he learnt made you feel more satisfied, adjusting his magic to what made you loud and needy just for the sake of your reaction and pleasure.

His pace kept him in control, staring you deep in the eyes as he drowned in your responses.

“My pretty baby is getting wet just because she’s being fingered under these elevator cameras, ain’t that the truth?

He chuckled, loving that he was setting up a vulnerable situation for you. Reminding you your state and your lewd position. You squirmed and hid your face, twisting the fabric of his shirt in your palm, trying desperately to escape this madness as if it wasn’t making you way wetter than it should’ve.

You moaned, yelping an high pitched whine as the surface behind you held your embrace stable.

“Stop..” you whimpered, digging your teeth to your lower lip, blushing and feeling the heat raise off your face

“hm.. please Rafe..” you squeaked, eyebrows curved upwards, in a pleading and pathetic frown.

Your chest tight as you consumed your need in the last few pumps of his fingers, breath caught in your throat as the feeling of that familiar edge rushed over you.

Your legs weakening while his thumb twisted in a soft circle your swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure and stimulating even more your body to release.

“Fuck..!” You whined with your eyes shut, your muscles tense and frozen as you welcomed your orgasm spasms helplessly.

His fingers drilling against your soft gummy walls, dragging the last drop of liquid out of you.

It spilled on his fingers, leaving your face sore as you breathed, you walls sucking on his fingers as your hips ground lazily on his hand.

Your head fell on his shoulder, recovering slowly from his service.

“Atta girl..” he whispered, brushing the tips of his fingers and curling them one more time against your g spot, having your hips jolt forward once again and grind against him as he chuckled satisfied.

He licked your cum off his fingers once they were slid out of your pussy, letting you catch your breath again as the doors opened.

You jumped, hiding behind Rafe while clicking on another numbered button to close them as fast as possible, an instinctive response to exposure in your messy and vulnerable state.

“you’re gonna get us arrested one day” you whispered, straightening your skirt as you glared up at him. You squeezed your thighs together subtly as you tried to erase that feeling he left you with, all stimulated and sensitive.

“You look so hot when you’re in a rush to come” he commented, adrenaline shaking off his shoulders as his grin haunted you.

“I hate you” you avoided his gaze, crossing your arms as if you didn’t enjoy this more than him.

All you have to do is ask, baby ⛐ ❦ ᯓ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

w: argument, oral (m!receiving), dom!reader, distracteddriver!rafe, car sex, spitting

“So you’re gonna keep that up?”

Arms crossed, eyeing him up and down. Your eyebrows raised slightly in a cocky-demonstrating manner, your voice demanding and pissed with that shameless sharp fearless tone of yours. Your fingertip tapped impatiently against your forearm waiting for your answer

Rafe exhaled, nostrils expanding as his jaw clenched quickly. He was undeniably squeezing his frustration against the steering wheel.

“Oh you wanna talk about it? Let’s talk about it.” He spat through gritted teeth, his tone annoyingly aggressive, hissing bullets at your way.

“Yes i fucking do, is that a problem? You can’t just turn non-verbal out of nowhere and expect me to chase you around like a dog” you called out, clearly wasting time.

“Out of nowhere? Are you serious?” He finally looks you in the face, after a whole night of giving the cold shoulder and short answers.

“Oh so you’re the one in the right, huh? I literally said sorry, what the fuck do you want me to do?”

You spoke, voice raspy from the stress of the situation, already feeling the next insult on the tip of your tongue.

It would’ve followed along the lines of ‘you want me to kiss your ass and ask you what made mamas’ boy upset? Cause you can’t communicate like a grown fucking adult?’, All with a mocking, passive aggressive tone. But none of that really came unfortunately.

His elbow resting on the nearest surface of his side of the car door. His fingers brushed past his lips, soothingly attempting to make full sentence without cussing. His words slipped slick, muffled and impulsive. “Suck my dick”

“Excuse me?” You turned to face him, caught off guard.

“I said suck my dick, what are you gonna do about it?”

He said shamelessly, zero remorse while letting a grin escape his core. He was evil, purely reckless and you chose him exactly for this reason.

You rolled your eyes, still not familiar with his attitude, after all this time. You turned to face him, seeing that grin and that look in his eyes. Your face speaking more then your words, is he really asking you to give him head in the middle of a car ride?

Balancing yourself on the car seat with your knees, your arms stood working on his pants as he settled back in his seat, biting down into his lower lip. You scoffed and held your hair up in a quick motion between your fingers, using this as an occasion to put him back in place.

“Yeah, put your mouth to a better use” He spoke amused, still not figuring out that he should probably hold back with the comments. He said it with all the confidence in the world, like you weren’t in the position to bite off his dick if you desired.

His breath caught in his throat, as the cockiness dropped quickly. “Shit, calm down.” His hips drawn to your mouth, feeling the warm pressure of your tongue sucking on all the right spots.

You held firm the base of his length with your palm, putting all your effort to the peak. Saliva dripping from your bottom lip to his rosey skin, sending jolts of ecstasy straight to his brain.

“For fuck’s sake,” he hardly focused on the road, suppressing moans and trying his best not to stop whatever you were doing.

He swallowed hard, looking down at you in difficulty.

Your hand slid up and down the soaked glistening skin, bobbing your head slightly enough to drive him crazy.

He moaned, dropping his hand in defeat to your head, spurring himself deeper into the slickness of your throat with a responsive thrust of his hips.

You let your lips slide himself out of your mouth, stroking fast his dick as you looked up in satisfaction ”how about you shut the fuck up?”

His eyebrows curved upwards, lips parting as his eyes were failing to stay focused.

“Watch the road or I swear to god I’ll fucking stop”

He sounded physically hurt at the thought of you stopping right when he was about to cum, his fist holding into the steering wheel with the last crumb of force he had left.

“Don’t, ah fuck —“ eyes rolling back for a moment, spit falling flat and raw on the head of his cock, making your motion load flawlessly smooth.

His eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his sight, lips parted while letting himself finish over your hands.

You chuckled, “just like that..”

Thumb collecting his fluids off his skin, licking off everything you just caused. His chest heavy as he tried to breath quietly again, his hand caressing your head in silent gratitude gesture as he came down from his high.

.・。.・✭ ╭ ┈•┈୨୧┈•┈ ╮.・✫・・。.

Stumbling around his house after sex ⊹ ࣪ ˖🤍ֺּׅ 📇

W : dirty talk, descriptive smut , dom! Rafe, fingering , missionary, oral (m!receiving), hint of fluff in the end ;

𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 was the first time you discovered moaning wasn’t initiated. You didn’t even need to hum an impatient plea because Rafe was already taking care of you and all of your sensitive spots.

Of course you made yourself clear, yelping and whimpering on his shoulder, but is it really needed to be said?

You only begged and rasped, then he took care of everything. Maybe a little bit of details can help your mind revise.

𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗗, cutting with your nails through his back, you clenched around his fingers as they hit your deepest spot, fast enough to keep you senseless.

Your eyes fixated where his fingers scissored your walls, his skilled and definitely smooth motions stole your ability to speak words.

Legs spread, one pinned down by his elbow against the mattress, your head collapsed backwards against his pillow as he held you right there where he wanted you.

“You like that? Letting my fingers in so deep and letting me spread you out like this? ”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips curled in a twisted shade of satisfaction, knowing he was doing that.

𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗣 at him with teary eyes as you struggled. Hair messy around your face as he drew a line along your temple and all down to your cheekbone with his thumb, placing the disorganized strands of hair in one, having it sticking to your jaw, who’s shamelessly wide for him.

Knees against the floor, leaning on his embrace as he gave you a sweet slow minute. Rafe stared down with a grin, elbows resting against his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed. His gaze was heavy on you as he was surely getting a good angle outta all of this, his head titled down to you in a mocking manner as your tears blew his ego up high.

His grip on your hair, caressing and placing your face where he wanted it. Your lips trailed his length, his hand dragged to his mouth as his eyes fell shut with a not so subtle groan.

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 around your ankles, his breath cut by sloppy kisses down your neck, biting and dragging his teeth against your glistening skin.

You managed to inhale shakily, eyebrows tilted upwards in a pleading expression while your only thought was getting what you needed.

“Tell me how bad you want it, cmon baby”

Rafe hummed in your hear, pressing himself against your folds while you were left squirming under his arms. He stood between your legs, having you all spread and bothered. The sight only leaving him ache and throb.

“Rafe, make me feel good” you whined while squinting your eyes, pushing yourself closer with a roll of your hips, letting him sink beautifully in your warmth.

“Fuck- Yeah baby, grind on me” he mumbled, struggling mid sentence. His hand gripping your ass roughly as he held back from taking the lead.

You moaned as his dick hit the spongy and immaculate spot inside of you, scrambling a hiss out of your lips at the uncomfortable sensation of his size.

“Taking me so well, aren’t you?” His grin hardened at the corners right when he was pushing himself further in you, with his knees crushing against the mattress.

Your head peeked to side, face red and flustered from the hotness of the vulnerable moment. Your cheek resting against the warmed up bed as your features contorted in pleasure, eyes rolling back with each thrust of his.

His fingers pressed tight and decisive circles on your clit, making you melt under him until he finally decided he wasn’t teasing no more.

Right when your lips parted, your eyes shuttered closed and your muscles slid the tension away, he started thrusting harder, sending jolts of pleasure ripping through your whole body, right from where he was buried.

You pulled the sheets up by the crook of his neck, revealing the tension growing in your lower belly as your palm squeezed the fabric with the last crumble of energy you had left. His face buried in your collarbone, leaving sloppy marks all over your skin.

Your hand weak to your lips, muffling as much as it could your whimpers as your legs were loose and shaking around his waist.

𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗, you collapsed on his chest, wrapped between his arms. His fingertips trailing paths up your spine so that your breath could slowly start to ease under his embrace.

Rafe pushed your hair back with a lazy grin as he placed a kiss on your forehead. His voice was raspy and consumed when he spoke, all in a quiet and reserved tone just for you to hear.

Energetic kisses was the technique he chose to wake you up, all over your face. you groaned, throwing the sheets over your head to hide a smile.

“Morning beautiful” he was quick to speak, holding himself lowered to your ear so you could actually listen and wake up.

You creaked your eyes open, letting your hands rest on his forearm as you stole an early kiss from his lips, customizing your own little ‘thank you’ gestures.

The moment you moved your legs to squirm under his weight, you felt the soreness washing all over you.

“God..” your lip curled up, erasing that movement at all, “everything hurts” you murmured, trying to understand how to deal with the pain as if the memories from last night weren’t worth it.

He chuckled, “Im sorry..” the grin on his lips sharpening at the corners. His hands wondered around his bed, searching for your panties.

His hand moved to your lower thigh while they already started to climb around his hips, your arms wrapped around his solid shoulders as he carried your weight up.

He had a towel around his hips while he used his fingers to let one of his shirts fall to your hands.

“So everything hurts huh?” His voice marked from a rooted sense of satisfaction as his eyes claimed the same hunger from last night.

ᥣιkᥱ ᥲ rᥱᥣιgιoᥒ.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ʚ ɞ

Tags: Sub!Rafe, post break up, yearner!Rafe, drunk confessions, fluff, hint to smut, kissing, teasing

His eyes burned through your skin.

You felt the shades of smoke around your essence, heard uncertain feelings lingering too much, distant sights that weirdly spooked your day.

White heels clicked against the ground as your eyes couldn’t faze anything else. Lips pressed togheter, releasing just to drag your teeth harshly against your cheek.

The sky sounded empty and cars had no reflects of light on them. The stoplight clicked a faint,consumed orange as you crossed eyes with him.

That him, Rafe — your chest tightened at the thought.

It was because of how your love grew for him, how much you cared for him and how all of it ended up strangled and buried 6 feet under the ground.

All the sleepless nights, all the times you ended sobbing in your room alone in the middle of the night, all the times your thoughts ruined and drained the shit out of you.

even after 6 whole months.

He was crowded by a bunch of people, smile of pity familiarly smooth on his lips. His face dropped subtly when he recalled your appearance, knot forming in his throat as he squeezed his fingers around his beer bottle.

You stepped into the bar, head towards him while visualizing one last shot of him with his eyes dragged down, with his body weight seeking comfort against the outside wall of the pub.

Eventually, the pressure of his friends’ stubborn prays moved him to get in that damn bar, like he wasn’t drunk enough already.

You were just drumming your fingers inside of your purse, distracted in your own little world as a voice called for you.

Your eyes, in a scan of 7 seconds recognized him. Standing through his friends arms, fighting to control his balance.

He skipped his friends hands like it was a personal impediment to freedom, and finally reached your spot under the purple lights.

His chest heavy as his shoulders dropped at each exhale, “Rafe?” Confusion rushed through your micro expressions, eyebrows curving upwards like it was a genuine call for god.

“God..-“ he rasped, dropping to his knees.

Eyes widened in shock, frozen still as your legs shook, probably lack of preparation.

His eyes desperately heavy, hands reaching for you

“ fuck.. Y/n Im so fucking sorry” he spoke like his words physically hurt to expel, lips scrunching up in an interesting shade of vulnerability.

Your heart thumping in your chest confusing itself with the bass of the music,echoing in the walls of the bar.

“What- Rafe?” You called again, not certain if someone had drugged your drink or you just didn’t visualize properly.

“Baby, I swear to god I’m so tired of missing you” he was in the verge of crying. You knew Rafe wasn’t good with handling emotions, but crying?

Air flow almost suffocating you, going up your throat unsynchronized because of how bad your body was malfunctioning.

“Its driving me crazy, you- you know that?”

His head tilted slightly as he let out a shocked scoff, like he wasn’t the one going through it and didn’t believe it at all. He wasn’t lucid, sure, but his feelings were really playing a game on him.,

“You’ve been the only thought in my head for so long” His pointer finger perpetually brought against his temple. His hands rested on your waist, making himself more credible. Your hand reaching down for him, not sure how to handle .

Everything so unfamiliar now, this vulnerable side of him you didn’t recognize, the way you didn’t have anything under your control, the way you couldn’t get out of this, messed up your train of thought.

“Can- can we take this out of here?”

Everything had a softer impact on you when you were outside, with him gesturing his feelings out.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as his hands rested on your lower back, almost passing out at the feeling of you again.

Your hand brushed his cheekbone as your eyes drilled into his, “what triggered this, — how much have you drunk?”

Voice reassuring as much as confused.

His friends approached quickly, having seen how bad it was. You had always known them for the support they had given him. Your chest tightened at the thought of causing all this pain over him.

“T-too much” his voice trembled echoing against the skin of your neck, accountability racing his thoughts as he shook his head.

“I haven’t spoken to a woman since you, y/n. I’ve been loyal to you, you and you only. Take me back, Im begging you y/n, please take me back”

His hand dug into your hip for grip, desperate for your warmth. After all he did to you, something inside fulfilled, the corners of your lips curled slightly in a really, sadist way.

“Im swearing fidelity, complete devotion.” He rasped, your breath hitched at your throat.

“Holy- shit..” you hissed, definitely betting on a dream this time.

“Are you being for real? I mean, what the hell happened?” You turned to his friends scoffing, seeking some explanation or advice on how to handle this.

Your hand on his jaw, not thinking twice about your lips connecting to his, face contorted in longterm suppressed emotions.

He subconsciously kissed you back roughly, waiting for this exact moment since your last kiss.

The weight of his body relaxing into you, hands scratching the texture of your dress sliding down your back.

When you pulled back, his eyes vivid and almost lucid, not believing his senses.

“I needed you so bad..” His train of thought lost completely, the corner of his lips curled up in a smirk as a clear sing of enjoyment. He disappeared into your neck again, living trails of kisses along your collarbone.

He scoffed, like you couldn’t feel his grin on your skin.“you see what you put a poor man through?”

You chuckled slightly, his hand sliding up your thigh, tossing it up as you had to suppress moans.

His hips pressing against your inner thighs as his friends had left you alone for already a while now, probably enjoying their friend’s good time for him.

Like he isn’t doing much better on his knees again.

“Rafe, what- what are you doing?” You came down from his poisonous kisses, focusing on the dead street.

He chuckled, pushing your knee to the wall.

He rolled his eyes at the sight, face disappearing between your legs. His fingers tug at your panties, sliding them to the side as your breath hitched in your throat.

By this time, your girlfriends had already given up on calling on you, and oh if they’re gonna love to hear your reasons ..

He almost came just by how you looked. You couldn’t even believe you were already this soaked, all the feelings you left behind, crawling out of you all at once neither one of y’all could grab it nor stop it.

Your chest rose and fell arguably fast, head pressed against the wall as he got you all hot and bothered.

Your expression melted when you felt his fingers adjust your panties again, just like nothing happened .

“Ray- what? No..” eyebrows furrowing as your lips formed a unthought pout, following his gaze as he stood up again. Smug grin on his lips, the one of who walked out of his house this morning just to mess around with people.

“Picture that, 50 times worse” he spoke, voice quiet in a dangerous whisper as he grabbed a kiss from your lips .“that’s how I’ve been feeling everyday for the last six months.”

His eyes dead weight dropped down to your lips, crawling up to yours just to embrace his promises better.

ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

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Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ actually cares about intimacy, finding himself thinking about it more than he’d admit. He wants to be sure you’re okay, he needs to know if you’re comfy or just slightly shifting to a different mood.

Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ sleeps every night with his pillow between his legs and hugs it for comfort, nuzzling his face onto it once it warms up.

Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ hates getting ready. Any kind of getting ready, that is for school or for an event, he just hates the feeling of being direct and conscious about how he’s perceived.

Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ hates being teased or anything that threats his irritation in general, just because he can’t trust himself with the reactions.

Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ is a fucking loser for a bit of praise, since he’s used to treat validation like a rare thing. He gets all needy just for a simple “Im so proud of you”. He’d do the craziest things to hear that delicate, dedicated baby voice for him and him only, coming from you.

Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ doesn’t brings himself to even write notes in class. He’s half asleep, half bored to death, half unprepared. Every single word sounds foreign to him and on top of all, he doesn’t even own a pen. They’re all split in two at the end of his bag, or maybe with the clicking part carved inside from how hard he pressed on it, or with the cap basically devoured, from all the frustration that school brings him.

Rafe .ᐟ.ᐟ has a thing for nails, he’ll stare at them while you’re playing randomly with his bracelet and he will not stop his mind from drifting away and getting into very different scenarios.

And the best part about it is that, scratches turn him on - just the softness, the intimate reaction it causes on his skin. The slow, taken care of motion makes him feel all special;

The first time it happened you were leaning your head against his shoulder, that alone drove his physical-touch-deprived ass insane. Your nails sliding soflty down his arm; forgotten, resting over the table as the conversation he was holding faded away with a mumble on his lips that shut him up gradually. His eyes didn’t leave you one second the whole night.

He didn’t know how to react, his arm unconsciously shifted closer to you. His breath catching in his throat as his hand moved to hide his expression. His other hand rested over his lap, eyes shutting as he did his best to keep it together.

˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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Introduction Post⋆౨ৎ˚⟡

Special greetings from a very freaky lady!!🖤🖤 I go by she/her and my interests resume music and art, im a feminist and every single thought of mine is moved by empathy.

• Rafe Cameron is the protagonist of my posts.

I will write about characters and not about actors out of respect, cause they’re people too. Just because they put themselves out there, that doesn’t mean we have to touch their dignity.

This is my introduction post, I’m actually not that new to this and I will take requests as long as it’s acceptable.

First language isn’t English. Im happy with helping you with questions and doubts, comments and reblogs are appreciated a lot 🤍

‧˚꒰🐾୭˚.ᵎᵎ personal traits about me

⋮ ⌗ ┆psychology intrigues me

⋮ ⌗ ┆insects fascinate me

⋮ ⌗ ┆my spirit is rootly alternative

I listen to hip hop, rap and any kind of genre you can think of ! I pledge allegiance to the flag of the bisexual pride 😋😋 (my own greed sickens me) andd that’s all!!

,, I respect everyone and everything, cause I’m everyone and everything “

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