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*ੈ✩‧₊˚honey packets +18

you and rafe take a honey pack before exploring a haunted house

there was a quiet pulse inside of you, surely not your actual heart with the creaking doors and flickering lights around you, your heart rate physically human out of your chest. it was a low buzz at first, something easy to ignore, the first flame that could only be compared to a tame match - courtesy of the honey packet you and rafe had taken. 

but the idea to explore a haunted house could only be credited from you, just the small taste of adrenaline that lit your tongue, making the whole thing seem like a hot risk that was worth the taking.

your body felt the burn from the exposure, the throbbing even the nearing of rafe’s skin at the side of you, but then there was the coldness from the old house you were in, creeping behind you, a close by threat. 

rafe was now walking in front, automatically taking lead just from the little uncontainable jumps you let out at every unexplained breath, his big shoulders almost barricading you from the perspective. then there it was again, the screeching echo of a door slamming unmistakable “rafe!” you clung onto his arm, something charged between the contact of your skin. 

“hey- hey calm down alright.” rafe clenched his teeth, the only focus he had was melted onto the heat of your body. he spun around to face the source of the sound, surveying with that serious gaze he held like a gripping “look nothings there yeah- fuck you’re the one that wanted to do this weren’t you, wanted to be a brave girl huh?” he slightly nudged you, a grin covering his face at the way you stayed stuck to his side. 

you both continued walking down the abandoned hallway, caged by beaten walls, that brushing feeling of another pair of eyes always watching. there was a lost breeze in the air, cold at the back of you, every killing sensation drew you closer to rafe, a strained breath flying out of his teeth at every touch “cmon baby you gotta stop that alright- shits got me aching.”

you could feel his voice uncontrollable at your core, inching closer to the unrelenting throbbing within you, just the tip of the feeling caused you to pull back from rafe, lightly colliding with the wretched wall at how fast you ripped yourself off of him.

“fuck- careful.” rafe’s eyes instigated your every move, yet neither of you ever treaded past the invisible fence you had put up between you, completely scared of your own temptations.

at this point it felt as if you were both searching for distraction, even in the shape of a fright. there was a safe distance in the middle as you stepped further into the now shrunken darkness - nothing in comparison to the unlit tension that had built up.  

it was utter silence all the way through, thick in absolutely nothing, your breaths on the surface, still managing to weigh you down. when you looked to the side rafe was already watching you, his gaze swimming in the skin of your thighs, greedy in the way they were unmoving, overtaking. your own view had been taken up by his lips, admiring the way his tongue swiped over them, slightly tinted. 

then a heavy creak landed into the blankness, screamed all the way through the building, quickly snapping you out of the trance you were wrapped up in. “what was that?” you practically cried, briskly stepping past the imaginary blockage between you both. 

rafe scrambled backwards, pressed into the wall close to fully, his eyes held a tight warning - locking himself away like he couldn’t be trusted. “can’t control this- shit.” his eyes entirely scrunched shut, the ignition in him winning “look uh- just walk behind me alright.” motioning at the back of him with those half-squinted eyes. 

you could tell the supplement was kicking in for him, the way his hair was slightly tousled from where he had been pulling at it crazily, eyes on their last blink - it all made you tiptoe closer to the flamed urge inside of you, the feverish coat on your skin. 

it was inky all around, pitch black with no intact coaxing of light, you had to feel around for rafe in front of you, content with the grasp of his muscle now spilling out of your hand. especially the rasped groan from him that came along with it.

the fallen sound made you release one of your own, you were surrendered to anything at this point with your whole body on high alert, calling for touch. 

the little whimper made rafe turn around to face you, something running wild in his eye “don’t- alright don’t.” he shook his head, way too aware of your hand still half covering his bicep, your lips closed in a pleading pout. “it hurts.” you shamelessly begged, falling first to the near circus within you. 

rafe looked around almost avoidably, his lips held hostage into a straight line as if it was just some inconvenience, when really he wanted nothing but to help you. his hold suddenly landed onto your wrist, clasping hard like it was for stability, then a twisted smirk stole his lips, still with half-lidded eyes and the look of an idea drew his face. 

“my girl wants it in a haunted house yeah?” he laughed, his head forming a repetitive nod “i need it please- rafe.” you looked up at him, a particular glint live in your pupils, then you pushed yourself into him near to a grind. the motion pulled out a grunt from the cameron man, closing his eyes in release “you’re wild today baby you know that- what’s got you so worked up hm?” as he stuck his bottom lip out in faux attentiveness. 

“you- this feeling all over my body.” you writhed, grinding yourself harder into his now pushed out knee, he had never seen you this needy before. rafe looked down at your movements, lost in your unforgiving hunger, completely eating the sight of you using his leg. “mmph- it feels good.”

“yeah- well uh what about me huh, i don’t get something?” he grinned sloppily, still transfixed with how your body moved. “you can- you can.” you moaned practically in chant, rutting further into his leg with your hand planted on his shoulder, your other still stabilized by his grip. the impact was feeding, made your tummy warm and fluttery. 

you couldn’t even think about the fact that you were still in that unearthly house, guided by ghosts, past whispers all around, it added to the deprivation if anything. your soft whines were the only sound between the walls, heavy breaths echoing “right- alright that’s enough.” rafe called out when he felt you were getting too close, plucking your lower-half from his leg - basically attached by adhesive and glue. 

your eyes were fully blown, the only sounds coming in were quick pants, the chasing of breath, rafe held both of your shoulders controllably, but you still felt the sudden emptiness from the removing. “rafe!” you complained up at him, shaking in his hold.

then you were rushed into the wall, your face pressed to the side in reflex, when you then felt it, his crotch grinding into your ass all animalistic like, starved noises emptying him. one hand covered the back of your thigh, the next planted onto the wall as he unapologetically rubbed himself over the plush of your ass. “ooohhh fuck- yeah.” 

your teeth fed into your lip, eyes close to white while you moved back into him every now and then. “cute little ass.” his words strained, movements harder. every move he made transmitted from the creaking floorboards underneath, a screechy rhythm with every grind. “no- no i need to be inside- yeah inside of you.” he nodded ferociously. 

it was like he had done a line, each expression was raw, ravenous, falling easy to the packet. 

his grabby palms lifted your skirt up with gliding ease, stopping shortly to play with your ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh with satisfaction, even going as far as snapping your damp thong against your skin, chuckling when a moan broke through you. your cheek pushed further against the rough wall, letting the cold bite of it sting. however you felt febrile under his control. 

you hadn’t even remembered him removing the lace that covered you, brought back to realization when he openly helped himself inside of you, still met with that familiar burn from just his torturous size. a strangled noise erupted from out of you, your pussy clenching around him at the same time “well shit.” as laughter poured from out of him, it was as if only the pure feeling of you had tricked his insides, mistaking it for a high. 

“oh god!” you whined against the scratched wallpaper, fully at mercy to him, to the pleasure he was surely about to rip from out of you. his dick was relentless inside of you, it even felt bigger from the dripping need you were both drowning in and it was just going further, further and further. “yeahhh- fuck just let it disappear inside of you.” 

he began pounding into you with a harder intensity, sounds of bruised slapping and pooled wetness taking over the eerie atmosphere. the clash of another open door suddenly overtook your own bodily noises, you squeaked out a scream at the disruption yet rafe just drove into you faster, cruelly, followed by muffled groans.

“rafe- rafe!” you half-whimpered, trying to turn around when your body was practically clashing against the plaster from his increased pace. “shhh- i’ve got you yeah” he attempted to coo yet clear moans abruptly fell through, especially when the head of his cock found your favorite soft spot. 

“ohhh mmph!” your eyes rolled back to blank nothing, completely zoomed in to the kissing of his tip and the wet sponge deep within you. “you like that hm- my baby likes when i play with her weak spot?” he smiled with eyes shut black “miss that face of yours- cmere.”

an emptiness quickly gnawed at you, rafe pulled out of you like he was on a mission, grabbing the back of your thighs and pinning you back against the wall so you could face him.

you writhed at the slight slam your body felt, a fullness eventually swarming your stomach when he slid back into you. “there she is.” he smirked at you, an unmistakable soft glimmer in his gaze. 

“fuck you’re so pretty, my girls so beautiful- and this body, shittt.” it was like your face was causing him soft aggression, his cock taking it out on you. your vision quickly became blurry, shadows surrounding you but all you could do was fall more into him. 

“cmonnnnn- show me that perfect face you make when you cum.” his breath collided with your shoulder, fully leaning into you like he had no other ounce of control. your body was unstable even against surface, just going up and down from every hit of his cock, you quickly clutched onto rafe’s wrist while he still held onto you like something he wasn’t planning on letting go. 

“rafeeee i’m gonna-“ hotness pooled your lower stomach, something in you on the verge of a hard snap, yet rafe still kept giving it to you, thrusting heavier for that golden reaction. his eyes remained glued to where your bodies met, how his cock glided in and out with slick, how far you were taking him. “s’ all good, cmon soak me even more.” 

you squeezed his wrist still in your hold, your lip quivering at how hard your release was punching you, you spilled all over him, coating his racing dick. “fucking- messy today huh?” his words strangled against his turn about to hit, he was now driving into you with impossibly much more ease now your arousal glistened over him. 

little breaths came out wonky from your mouth, a sensitive sting from just having came and rafe was using your pussy like he hated it. until you felt the warm leak inside of you, a satisfied sigh tumbled out of him, snickering out of contention as if he didn’t just come inside of you. 

that’s when you heard it again, the treading of what sounded like extra footsteps over the abused floor planks, that familiar frosted shiver touching your skin with goosebumps.

one thing for sure was that you were definitely not alone. 

too perfect*ੈ✩‧₊˚ +18

ghost reader x frat rafe

it could have been the drinks, mindlessly refilled over and over like first instinct, the plastic cup glued to the palm of his hand so clinging it felt natural. or even the drugs, the ones he swore he had a high tolerance on, the ones that made him feel spirited, always exuberant like he had a run on the world. 

this time it felt as if there was a cold hand on his shoulder, yet a burning fire at the side of him, like there was something waiting in every direction. when he searched for it, he was met with you, it was clockwork every time. the lacy mask that couldn’t hide the secrets in your eyes, the fringed dress that swayed, ended in frill, practically graphic. 

a ghost in the hallway, dressed for the linger, could never stay too long.

because when his eyes settled, melted from the blur, you were gone, only a figment in his imagination. the reason for the air being split in two.

and he had done it again. fell into the shallow pool, the one he could see through clearly, knew what was coming every time. but it was something in your expression, the look like you were expecting him to fall at your feet, the sureness you carried, even the slight tilt in your lips. he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. 

it was still present in his mind, in little flashes, every part of you he had seemed to memorize even from the two second glances, your quick visits. the sight made him down his drink even quicker, bitter down his throat, a splash made from the demand in which he slammed it down on the counter. 

rafe pushed through the bleeding of the crowd, an itch in his skin, a mission paved the direction for him. your face, his steps were heavy against the swarmed floors, searching endless for it. 

“hey rafe, man.” one of his frat brothers greeted, after one particular hard shove he had delivered. rafe just held a hand up, waving him off before bringing it to his nose in holding, desperate to wash out the thick painted images of you in his head. 

your skin, glistening gold in glitter, the gloss on your lips, shining in every sly smile you pulled, even the dare in your eyes. you were danger, he could tell - but there’s nothing he liked more.

god he looked like a crazy person right now, marching frantic through a party, actually chasing a girl. 

the music was getting further with each step, only in silent whispers, barely audible underneath the floorboards, no pulses, like he was treading into the creeping corners of darkness. that’s when he turned the hallway, colliding with another body in the meanwhile, barely light impact but the sight of you being in front of him, hit slightly harder.

again you just stood there quiet, the same look on your face as if you could have predicted this, except there was a particular glint in your eye, starry up close, one that instead said you could have planned this. rafe just froze, silently falling into you again, completely unmoving to your sorcery, your carnal perfume stilling him there fully.

but it wasn’t for long, not with the awaited smile you flashed him, all pretty and innocent like you weren’t pulling him limb by limb, unraveling him slowly, the smile that said you had to go. so you brushed past him, your body leaving but your presence couldn’t be plucked, he felt it, could smell it in your fragrance. 

it was as if he was in a trance, could only break out of it when you were no longer in view, it was pure torment. rafe looked around, it was duller down here, no trace of the strobes shadows, not even a person in sight - it was like you had picked the perfect place for his thoughts to win the constant tugging war. 

he raised a hand to his head, hitting repetitively as if it could erase the permanence “the fuck is wrong with you” he spoke to himself over and over, displeased with the loss of control, the easy points he was giving you every time. 

it was too hushed, no distractions, rafe flew his way back to the center of the party, relieved with the drumming that would surely mute the buzzing in the back of his head. drinks were already piling into his hand, being the pure grab for alcohol, girls were already rowing themselves in neat lines beside him. 

yet it still wasn’t enough, not with the things you etched into his mind, stuck to the walls of his head, he already began looking around like knew something before his eyes could find it, who. it seemed that the warning underneath his skin was all he needed, because that’s when he saw you, hovering over the stairs, eyes already chosen upon him. 

there was a calling in your gaze, words being formed between you, the final tilt of your head was all he needed, the push he waited for to follow you. then the chase had began, rafe was already moving up the stairs, each one felt higher than the other, a barrier in between what he had so desperately needed. but again you were gone. 

it was happening all over a second time, him left stranded searching for you, while the ghost of your floating linger laughed at him, his predictability that you were so effortlessly winning over. except this time it didn’t feel over, it felt like the last time - the final chase until he got what he wanted. 

there were doors at every corner, something in him ultimately knew a particular prize was behind one of them, he couldn’t believe that he was doing this, but you had built up an ache inside of him, a flame that was only growing while you smiled and twirled your hair in the distance.  

so he started barging open doors one by one, his need stringing along further each time he was greeted with a blank nothing. until he reached the one at the end, the one under gloomier lighting, quiet flickers that could only make him believe that this was the lucky one. his heart started to pummel, heavy beats that could probably be heard from behind the door, this was so unlike him.

he tried to snap himself out of it, little pats on his face that to anybody else could be classed as a slap, he wished he had done a line before he so eagerly followed your designed movements. though there wasn’t enough time, he had been waiting all night, pulsing for hours - so all he could do was straighten himself out and so desperately hope you hadn’t heard his doubling footsteps on the other side.

his hand moved before his mind could decide otherwise, twisting open the doorknob which felt heavier than usual, almost like it was allowing him to think twice. but it was already open, after he had nearly broke it off from the pure greed in his grip, the longing you had left him deserted in. that’s when he saw you, sat with legs crossed over at the edge of the bed, a grin on your lips that left him near cold. 

yet he stepped inside closer, letting the door close in an announced click, the air sinking at the same time, an eeriness followed. rafe looked at you almost in waiting, as if he was prepared for you to already jump at him, a look of curiosity stroked his face. you just stayed seated like you were waiting for him to get closer, there was something sinister around you, even with the hiking of your dress, your skin that acted as a trap. 

“you’ve been playing with me all night huh- what’s that about?” rafe’s words gushing open the long unspoken, there was a coat of dismissal to them but that couldn’t fool you. the light shrug of your shoulders drew an intrigued smirk on his face, especially the faux innocence in your expression, how you looked up at him. “just bored.” you hummed, smiling at the enticement in your answer.

you could tell it was there from his nearing steps, the sarcastic tilt of his head, you had spent all night playing an uncalled game with him, riling him up and down, erupting a dark desire throughout him, all from sheer boredom. it was humorous to rafe, even the fact that he allowed himself to be messed with by some pretty girl, who probably wasn’t used to being told no. 

“just bored right- right uh well there has to be something done about that yeah?” he nodded slowly, his eyes squinted in the way that left the stain of a shiver up your spine. “yes.” you nodded with him, almost mesmerized by his words, the tone of his voice. rafe’s breath caught stuck at your willingness, his skin hotter at your sudden compliance. 

“yeah easy, easy alright- i’ll get you entertained, can do that okay just needed to ask me.” he chuckled, completely taking lead of the game - or so he thought. 

you knew what he wanted, what he liked, the rules in his book, so you let him slip off your lace mask, his hands roaming free on your uncovered face, an easy confidence from the steadiness of your eyes. according to his every need with that soft look, it was almost like you knew what you were doing. “so perfect hm, doing so good.” 

before you mustered something needy back, he closed in on your lips, kissing you with the pure searing you had created inside of him, it was filthy, the way his spit stained your lips wet. how his tongue overtook your mouth like that was it’s singular purpose, so that he was the only taste you’d ever have on your tongue, the only thing you’d ever crave. 

“mm alright- get on your knees for me.” as he pulled release from your lips, an attached saliva string still connecting you. rafe laughed at the experted worry on your face, the decisive pout on your lips like you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. now you were on your knees, a readiness in your eye that was just dying to please him, even being at his foot while he sat spread out on the bed - you needed to do more for him.

“this is actually my first time.” you spoke as sweet as you could - as believable as you could. it was laughable how the glint in his blue pupils grew, a sick grin that actually got off on the thought of you being untouched, perfectly pure, if only it was true. “shittt well uh practice makes perfect yeah- so i’ll let you practice on me, fuck you’re gonna choke on it.” 

rafe began unbuckling his belt as fast as he could, freeing himself from his pants as if it would have been too much for you to do. “look i’ve already done the first step for you, yeah go on do the rest- show me you’re capable.” so you pulled down his pants from halfway, leaving them in a pool at his ankles. “good- good girl.” 

he was already sprung free, his cock standing tall, achingly hard, all from the cause of your endless games, you almost felt bad. you were quick to work your way towards it, before he held a finger up at you “fuck hold on, just let me uh-“ his grabby hands going to the top of your dress, slipping off the delicate strings so that he had the perfect view of your bare tits - of course he was the type to do that. 

“there we go, get what you want now - make me proud.” he smirked smugly, bucking his hips slightly, the palm of your hand rushed over to hold his member, moving up and down while your eyes matched his. there was almost fear in his gaze at how you handled him already so well, the little smile on your face, it was all just too perfect.

your mouth hovered over him teasing, the touch of your breath colliding with his throbbing tip, possibly driving him all the way to insanity. “there you got it.” landing his words in, trying to inch some control into the situation. although you were dealing with it too good, you kissed the head of his cock with again that haunting smile, it seemed that you got off on messing with him. 

a strained hiss left his mouth, watching you with those half lidded eyes, his tongue was rushing to skim over his lips once your open mouth met him. it was frightening to rafe how this was your first time, you covered him half-full, still lowering down his length in a sucking motion. “fucking slut mouth hm- probably sit there in your room practicing huh?” he grunted when your tongue swirled around his skin, still teasing with a mouth full.

it was messy, which you knew was the way he liked, drool covered your chin, it was too much for rafe to even decide what to focus on. your nipples were completely hard, moving with each motion of your mouth, the contact of your eyes was surely inhuman. you applied imposible pressure when you sucked him full, it was like you were eating something sweet, your favorite toy that you refused to let go.

rafe felt himself about to release, it was weighty in his stomach, close to snapping, possibly the fastest he had every been. “shittt you’re taking this too well- probably going to have to fight it off you huh?” he laughed breathily before a groan fell through. “ohhhhh god baby.” 

he spilled violently onto your mouth, the taste explosive on your tongue, and you knew exactly what to do. you went down in one final suck, drinking in his sensitivity before swallowing his load down your throat. rafe actually moaned at the action, you watched the way his cock fell soft against his stomach, wiping the remaining excess from your mouth while you knew you still had his eyes. “jesus christ-“ his eyes rolled back “better not have been lying when you said that was your first time.” 

“i wasn’t, i would never.” you innocently shook your head, licking your lips like pure sugar. rafe just nodded with eyes nearly half shut, still slightly in a trance, tackling to catch his breath. your chin was dripping soaked, eyes smudged black, with your chest on complete display, he didn’t want to let you go just yet. 

“whenever you get bored, you uh you come find me alright- n’i’ll sort you out good yeah?” his voice strained, it sounded a lot like an ownership. you just smiled below him, eyes glimmering, lips all sticky sweet in a grin that never left. rafe let a relieved leer wash over his face, nodding to himself almost in settlement, while he fell back into the mattress. 

you had taken his breath away literally, he didn’t know what you had done but he was still feeling the affects, his cock actually drained empty. “nah that couldn’t have been your first time-“ he looked up, except this time he was faced empty. 

you were gone, like you were never actually there.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ favorite toy

vampire rafe x reader

you felt dead. completely lifeless, the soul sucked out of you like it was from pure hunger and survival, the way his teeth met you like threat, relentless in the way he was unstopping - wasn’t going unattached. 

a thud stumbled through the air, an alarm waking you out of whatever haze you were trapped in, it was him literally going through insanity and back, it wasn’t human, surely not with your blood being his choice of beverage earlier. 

he was flipping tables, hardwood oak that you figured would have needed at least another hand to lift - but no, he launched it across the room, with chilling ease like he challenged something harder, leaving it to land in a dull echo across the hollowness. 

you were sprawled across his bed, right where he had left you, unable to physically move even if you tried and pulled. there was a cold sting in your neck, covered red from the mess he had created, your breath was in one big knot, practically shaking in the little white dress you wore - now turned into something else completely, ripped red.

the image was like a worn down teddy bear, thrown across the bed when it was no longer in use. but still there for whenever the next time would be.

he however looked like he was fighting something in him, an urge or maybe it was convince. hands looking like they were permanently attached to his head, kneading frigidly as if he didn’t know what else to do, every other piece of furniture had already been victimized.

that led you to believe you were next. 

a tear dropped from your eye, a fright to yourself because you couldn’t even feel it, all you could focus on was the loud throbbing in your neck, your pulse unrepentantly sounding like it was giving up on you. your trembling fingers trailed to the source, cautious, fully afraid of your own skin. and there it was, seeping blood, tainted fingertips. 

your breath raced faster, the only sound in the eerily unspoken, the mystery man had been stood frighteningly still, biting his nail in thought, then what sounded like mumbling slipped through. you couldn’t catch most of it, but his voice scared you - because it sounded like he was scared of himself, his mind, the voice only he could hear. 

if your biggest fear was scared of himself too, where did that leave you?

your eyes squeezed shut, transmitting into a place that wasn’t here. your blood was violently spilling into his sheets, swimming in what you should have fled from, just the simple scent of it made him rush around to face you. 

his gape was too still, his eyes couldn’t be distracted, fully fixed onto you, your silent cries, the little begs he could bet you were pleading inside. what finally switched his gaze was the puddle of red, dark on his comforter, to the hot hunger in him too. 

“shhh- shh alright.” he snapped, but you were barely letting a noise slink, that was the scariest part of it all. he treaded closer to you, to red, his eyes squinted like he was daring you to try something, all you could do was close in on yourself even more - shrunken under his tormenting gaze. 

rafe was now just at the side of you, his hand hovering through mid air as if he was still deciding, but it was always going to be one answer only. his finger trailed to the bite mark on your neck, soft brushes like he was sickly admiring his work. your eyes met black at the touch, instantly feeding into your lip at the unwanted hand. 

“shit- i really got you didn’t i, but it’s uh- not my fault, no-no you just taste too good.” his voice mere a whisper, blue still trained onto the gushing of crimson. then he lifted a single finger, covered in your leakage - but it was like he was seeing more. 

you felt sick, nauseous at the sight of him bringing it to his mouth, eyes shut tight like a relishing. a hard groan was the proof of his strange enjoyment, his movements would suggest he had forgotten you were still there, or maybe he knew, he knew and he liked that. 

“ohh fuck.” the taste of you on his tongue was the spark in his life, the fuel to the breaking down inside of him. then he released it, his finger removed with a small pop, and he was back on you. you consciously backed up on his mattress, but again it was just no use, not to his strength, to his hunger which was enough for him to always get what he wanted.

his grab landed to your shoulders, pushing you down into the bed, lay back with the sight of his dull ceiling, refusing to look him in the face. a whine fell empty from you, trying to tackle his hold, it just made him angrier, less guilty when he did get what he wanted from you. 

“stay down- alright, you’re just gonna make it harder for yourself yeah.” his words were colder than they were comforting. 

you let yourself lose against the remaining fight in you, you were literally pressed into his mattress, barricaded by his body standing above you. you were left with the little sniffles, soft cries leaving your lips, laying in your shame even more.

rafe just stared with a fixed gaze, hidden intrigue, focused intently on your tiny mewls with eyes that weren’t soft but not exactly dark like usual. 

he muttered something through a strained breath, quick with his actions when he lent down and connected your lips. it was just barely at first, a gentle stroke until it could actually be called a kiss. 

it was pure adrenaline, seeping through him wild and faster than the beat of his heart, if it landed into existence. you were scared you’d taste the metallic of your blood, drinking in his tongue - but he never let it get to that, just opting to jump on to the next thing he could find, happening to be your lips and gently.

almost pouring his distress into you.

though it was short-lived, something in you found it almost sweet, even the way his hands bruised into the sides of your head but he held your lips light. then he pulled back like he had already done enough, too much. he shook his head at you, lungs heavy as he looked at the wall, interrogating the way he would with you, except he would never get an answer.

confusion left you even colder, his lips on yours, a warm memory, how you were just being picked up and launched back down for his use only, when he wanted something.

he suddenly spun back around, hands now fiddling with the flimsy material of your slip, messing and fidgeting, pushing off his mind. “right easy- easy don’t go all soft now.” you hadn’t even moved, yet he chuckled above like he was reading too much in between the imaginary lines. “it’s my turn again yeah, so uh-“

it wasn’t even settled before you felt the sharp bite of teeth back into the crying flesh, fangs opened up on you. 

and you were just being used as his favorite toy.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚muse +18

stalker rafe x reader

rafe wouldn’t say he was obsessed with you. no he was more attentive, nurturing, he looked after you. when you’d walk home all by yourself, under tenebrous skies, bypassing depraved individuals with their twisted minds, he watched over you - made sure nothing bad could ever harm you. 

it was like a movie, the way he’d watch you like a taciturn shadow in the darkness, you’d be the star of course. gleaming pretty, way too good for him.

rafe never considered himself a sidelines kind of guy, he liked attention, the absorbency of spotlight, but there was something just as rewarding from watching you in your own world - when you didn’t know anybody else was there. 

in some way he’d manipulated his brain that you were real just around him, no fake upfront, no readjusted smile, you were your candid self, authentic to the bone because you didn’t have the ability to play pretend when you thought nobody was watching, nobody outside your window. 

he spent the time in the dark fantasizing about your future, every little area from the way you’d decorate your kitchen to what you’d name your children. rafe dreamed about making you a mommy, having you all soft in sundresses around him, round and plump with your baby, he imagined what it felt like to rub your tummy, it felt warm, like home. 

of course he was prepared for when it happened, he had done his research on the best way to ready your body, how to predict you would have the healthiest baby. which is why he started crushing folic acid supplements into your drinks, food, anything he could to ensure you were taking it. it wasn’t impossible to get into your house, he thought it was cute how you would double lock the doors - like you were ever going to stop him from reaching you.

in some sick way he liked to act like you were already carrying his child, which is why he’d offer to carry your shopping bags for you, it was the little things - those few times he’d show his face, pretend to be a caring neighbor from just down the road. it was risky sure, but he would never have you hurt yourself from the simple task. you could be so clumsy sometimes. 

if he could protect you from yourself, he obviously protected you from others. those guys that would lurk too hard at you, stare too long when you’d pass them in the street - never mind the ones who actually spoke to you, thought they had a chance. it always ended the same, the result of what he would do to them left his knuckles red, blue, all bloody. 

all of that was his way of playing house, imagining being your overprotective husband, the one that was all sweet and tender towards you, bathing you in constant attention - you would truly never be able to escape him. 

but the most permanent thing about it, was the tattoo on his hand, your name embroidered onto his skin. 

he remembered when he got it done, it was a procedure he thought he’d never undergo, but then he saw you. all pretty in your flimsy dresses, the perfume that lingered around you liked danger, he could now find you anytime he wanted, he’d simply have to just follow the scented trail of vanilla cupcakes. he knew from that moment, that your name was on his heart, never mind ink on skin. 

he told the tattoo artist you were his wife, how you’d probably throw a fit when you found out he had it done, but you’d secretly love it, your stubbornness was admirable. really he just went home, greeted by no one, his hand hadn’t left his view, a prided smile on his face every time he lionized it.

however in the current moment, he had to do his best to hide it, awkwardly tucked into a pocket or crossed under his other arm. he finally had you, spotted you at some bar down the road, a couple of drinks in and your dress had heightened even more than before. rafe had to hold himself back when he first saw you, thighs out like they were on display, his jaw clenched to numbness. 

but he instead struck up a conversation, it was easy, you knew him as some hero, the friendly guy down the road who went out of his way to save your days. it was small talk, then over friendly until it reached to low whispers, touchy all over each other. 

now you were both laughing, stumbling up your front porch, begrudged to wherever the night would take you. he had to hold you up multiple times, guide you up the steps when they felt like a mountain too high. “cmon up you go.” he muttered, hand on your lower back while you climbed upstairs to your bedroom “there we go.” 

once you were in your room, your body felt like fire, a declaration in your stomach, your skin more than alive. the liquor, the talk, rafe’s touch all over you. you figured you should finally repay him for everything he had done for you, so you let him push you back onto the mattress, a newfound hunger in him, a forwardness you were new to. “let’s take this off of you- can’t stand this piece of shit, fucking letting the whole bar know what’s mine.” 

a quiet pulse of confusion ran through your body, this was the first time you and rafe had ever been this intimate, this close and he had already taken an ownership over your body. yet you let him rip the skin tight dress off of you, you also let him take in the sight of you, his breath uneven, eyes blown wide. he stared down at you like you were a figment of his imagination, dreamy, like you weren’t actually pulsing underneath him - this was his time, something for him only. 

“aw you put this on for me huh?” he finally opened his mouth, fingers trailing over the lace cup of your bra, in his favorite shade of blue. in his mind this was some telepathy, your souls tied together, you woke up and chose to wear his favorite color in lingerie, as if you knew where the day was finishing. your breath stopped the moment he circled your nipple, treading slowly, appreciably. 

“these are gonna feed our baby so good.” he spoke under breath, solemnly focused on your body, your future together. while you were impatient underneath, your hips bucking, desperately trying to reach friction. “shittt- relax baby, my girls so impatient huh?” he chuckled at your eagerness, a side he had never seen of you - but he figured he would have to get used to it.

a whine fell loose from your lips, his voice teased you relentless, you felt it in your core. “please put it in.” you begged, one thing on your mind only. “jesus.” he rubbed over his forehead, wired with shock, however a throbbing below. his hand cupped his bulge, anguished and in need of relief. 

“need it- need it.” you cried, the sight of the bulky tent in his pants caused you physical distress, it was the only solution to the burning inside of you. “hey- hey calm down alright, not gonna get anything acting like that.” he scolded, of course he didn’t want to raise his voice at you but he needed time to process the current situation, everything was too much, he finally had the opportunity to fuck the girl of his dreams - you were acting like a wild animal. 

he slowly undressed himself, keeping his eyes steady on you, a silent warning scribbled in them, making sure you’d behave. you felt physically thankful once he had rid every piece of clothing, leading you closer to the craving. one time you writhed in the slightest he held a finger up at you, his frown displeased. 

his hand covered his cock, wrapping around the skin carefully, hissing at the sudden touch. rafe couldn’t remember a time he had ever been this hard, this desperate, he was pulsing red at the tip, leaking pathetic. his hand began to move, unashamedly jerking himself off, the view of you under him was the perfect muse. 

“oh fuckkkk- this is good.” he groaned, his gaze more than settled on your stomach, the soaked indent of your folds, your hard nipples. it was a playground, he could barely decide on one thing. his hand sped up, ringing out faster. “you’re such a pretty girl hm- being so good for me too.” 

you moaned below him, you felt at heat, completely wet with the embarrassing dripping down your tensed thighs. rafe hushed you immediately, as if you were interrupting him, his special moment. “shhh- cmon be a good girl.” his teeth fed into his bottom lip, a starved groan muffled in the meanwhile as his head fell back, lost to the sensation. 

there was a running ache through your body that couldn’t be contained, your eyes never left his motions, his pulsating that you wanted so badly. when he noticed your final silence, eyes fixed on his dick, he just smirked all complacent “you like that huh?” he in fact liked it even more.

he still sat above you, pleasing himself fully, it was like he enjoyed watching you this desperate, also enjoyed the feeling of pumping his cock with the frequent moans he thought were disguised. “those tits shittt, their mine- mine.” he said to mostly himself, it was like this whole thing was some twisted marking, how he was going to own you.

your eyes tracked down his form, from his defined v-line, to his sloppy cock, precum heavy at the tip. and that’s when you noticed it. your name on his hand, displayed perfectly for your notice. your breath stopped, your mind unable to fathom a simple answer to it’s endless questions. 

rafe smirked at your reaction, not a single fear in his body. was this what he had wanted? 

“that’s right baby- you’re all mine yeah and i’m yours” he declared, yet you were still able to identify the severity to his words. “calm down alright- not asking you to get my name tattooed or shit.” 

you couldn’t muster up a movement, frozen to the bed, your arousal melting you there. “fuck fuck, i’m gonna- dump this load all over you.” the way he said it was almost like a threat, but your eyes couldn’t leave his wild movements. “yeahhh that’s it, your husbands gonna cum- shit!” 

the nickname caught you off guard, a sickness in your stomach, you felt like you were dreaming - that this wasn’t real life, your name was inked on his body, he called himself your husband. then you felt it, the wet splatter unapologetic on your stomach all the way to your chest, his seed covered you full.

like his name engraved on your skin. 

“oh this is perfect hm, you’re welcome yeah.” as his hand started to rub his release further down your body, making you feel even more nauseous than before, but you still couldn’t move. rafe leaned down over you, a sick, hot kiss pressed to your stomach, like he was seeing something you weren’t. “it’s us against the world baby.” 

and you were somehow his.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚princess punishments +18

dbf!rafe x princess!reader

you were wrecked. to say the least, the dainty tiara on your head was tilted, your walk even worse, the concrete below felt like rough cobblestone you needed to tackle. distant hollers called out from the distance, the parade of messy frat boys you had to walk past, served with that bored look in your eye - the one that made you look stuck up. 

a friend you knew was throwing a halloween party, fake blood, potion drinks, all thick fog and you walked in there dressed in pink, ruffles, a diamond crown on your head. it was so unmistakably you. realistically you really hadn’t had much to drink, it was mostly the atmosphere that left you looking like the chaotic result of vodka.

the pulsing of crowds, bleeding energy from just making small talk, you needed to decompose. and maybe get out of your heels. 

suddenly you were awoken from the focused ache in your body, an approaching motor heavy under your feet, the sound familiar - a weighted rumbling, raspy, particular. you could even be sure just from the prickling on your skin, the cold sensation that could only be brought from him, the ice in his eyes. 

you didn’t let him know you knew his name, who it was, how you could feel his presence, instead you continued forward, feet steady and head held high. it’s like you had no awareness that was what drew him in. 

“hey kid.” his smirk laced in his words, and there it was, when you turned around - rafe cameron, grinning proud. one hand on the wheel, the other behind his head, as careless and casual as ever, like he wasn’t still in drive in the middle of the road. 

as if it was just expected that everything else would wait, just for him. 

“mr cameron.” your tone was dismissing, like you were already bored of a conversation that had barely started. you knew it was near no end though, with rafe it never was. “come on sweetheart, can i at least get a smile?” his smile quickly became toothy, leaning back into his seat with that teenage charm he never lost with age. 

your dad had filled you in on endless amounts of childhood stories with him and rafe, piles of memories you had practically lived through - that’s how you knew he hadn’t changed, wasn’t planning on any time soon either. 

you came to an abrupt halt, turning to face him and the danger sign above his head, it seemed like you were the only one who ever noticed it. the tightest smile slapped you in the face, it felt cramped, painful and definitely not worth it when you realized he had liked it.

“see that’s better!” his hands flew up, you couldn’t tell which you hated more, that or the deep chuckle that guided his words. eventually there was a flat silence, just the moving of breeze, the look in each others eyes when you still held contact. but you could count how many times his fell, traveling down your body, not an inch of you untouched.

“this your costume yeah?” he questioned, yet his gaze wasn’t matching yours, too caught up on when your skirt stopped. somehow he still managed to recognize the nod you gave. “shit- can’t tell with half of the outfits you wear, out here in your underwear basically.” this time there wasn’t that familiar playfulness in his tone, just a severity that left a sting, made your clothes feel thinner. 

“it’s halloween asshole.” you bit back, different to how your nerves were reacting. rafe met your eyes after that, a slight curve of his lips made you settle. “that’s not nice princess- you have that cute face and then that uh bad mouth.” he poked fun at you, completely teasing like he wanted you to bite harder. 

“don’t call me that” your nose turned up at the nickname, a feeling you couldn’t name running wild inside of you. “what princess? you’re dressed as one- thought you were supposed to dress all scary and shit.” of course he wouldn’t understand the two separate versions of halloween for girls. 

“nope not me.” you hummed, slightly stumbling as your feet carefully took turns off of the ground, you did that when you were on edge. “woah fuck- you been drinking kid?” rafe nearly flew out of the car, the slam of a door causing you to realize he was actually walking over to you. 

“no- m’just tired.” you barely mumbled, unashamedly bathing in the feeling of his pure muscle keeping you standing, his hands warm on your upper arms. “fuck uh- let’s get you home yeah, don’t need anyone else staring at you.” the last part you couldn’t quite catch, hidden under his breath. 

his hold wandered to your lower back, guiding your steps to the car, your stomach melting at the same time, rafe’s touch was mellow in contrast to his rough skin. when you finally got into the car seat, he buckled you in, no snarky comment, just an obligation written into his actions. 

the car smelled like him, infiltrated with harsh leather, like it was brand new, pure money, without forgetting the intensity of his cologne. “you know uh you shouldn’t just go out dressed like that- walking down the streets n’around god knows what kinds of people.” his words punctuated when he slammed the door shut, sat into the comfort of his seat with a livid stress. 

you had no idea where it had come from. you’d seen rafe angry before, the rise of his voice when things didn’t line up his way, as neat as he had wanted, collapsed business deals were a frequent occurrence to the prominent wrinkles on his forehead. but he kept them cornered around you, lucky enough to just catch his humor. 

“it’s not even a big deal, all people my age do-“ 

“do you think i care huh- about uh what, other people your age, nah i don’t.” he cut you off, a strange softness underlined his words, even the wave of his hand, brushing off your unawareness but never inching to close. maybe in this moment you wanted him closer. 

“you care about me?” there was something half-broken in your tone, beaten, the vulnerability you had shrunk yourself to. rafe finally turned to face you, your gazes locked onto each other, recognizing something that had unknowingly been there the whole time, silently lingering, always waiting.  

“obviously, you know that- known you for years.” his palm landed on your knee, shaking it in that warm way he always did, the way you were used to. except this time it felt off, forbidden and wrong, maybe it was the way you both seemed to have figured something out inside, the tension built between you, the sudden thickness of the air.

a quiet discussion already settled, an agreement formed, both of you landed on the same page. 

you leaned in first, an easy confidence brought from the look in his eye, his touch rippling through your leg, a pool in your lower stomach. he stayed put, ice cool in his seat even when you practically jumped at him, you were all flames and fire, desperate for him to put you out. 

your knees bit into the leather underneath, leant over the console, lips in motion. it was messy, left a stain, tasted like the end of a rainbow after years of searching. you pushed into him hard, desperate, all whiney at this point and wanting nothing more than him to handle it. 

then you were caught off guard, a sudden release left your lips empty, agape in the way you were feeling. he had pulled back. his face held that smile, this time it wasn’t snarky or smug, but polite, light like he was preparing the rejection about to hit you. “uh i guess that’s my thank you huh- you’re affectionate kid.” he nodded, hid. 

confusion touched you physically, the bruise left on your face, eyebrows scrunched “i- what, that wasn’t- you wanted that too.” you stuttered, usually you would have felt embarrassed at the wobble in your voice, but you felt injured in the moment, your heart shattered to pieces. your biggest fear, rejection.   

“this is cute hm?” he shifted to the tiara on your head, shining obnoxiously like it belonged on the head of somebody else, somebody who didn’t feel shoved. his fingers traced the silver, acknowledging the way you would with a child who wanted to show off their new toy. 

you couldn’t move, your knees practically burned into the seat, red and unsteady. “cmon sit down.” he ordered, pulling your arm soft, guiding you into sitting. your mouth was still parted, it was useless really - no words could be decided, no breath even dared. 

a loud thunder of silence, struck the inside of the car, making you feel even more aware of yourself, of what you had just done. rafe didn’t even look at you, his fingers drummed in pattern on the steering wheel, entertaining himself leisurely- because when did he ever have to take anything serious. 

“look uh easy alright- don’t need you crying or some shit.” he finally broke out a blade to the hush, although his words made you feel like you had been a victim to the weapon. “can you stop acting like i’m a child, like i have some silly crush on you.” your voice arose, yet you looked at him with a quiet wrath.

“you don’t?” he grinned sloppily, watching you with those half-lidded eyes. you just shook your head, releasing a breath that translated exactly how you were feeling, as if you already decided to take a loss to his smugness. “how can i make it up to you huh?” 

his fingers stroked your thigh, you knew he was playing with you yet his touch felt fervent, like the only truth in the car. they treaded higher, slithering up your thigh, cutting your breath in the meanwhile. “let me make it up to you.” his voice rasped, your skin felt it. rafe’s ring finger took the lead, sinking under your skirt, the heat behind was inescapable. 

“you’ve been sat here in my car, wet the whole time?” his question fell right down your ear, close and not close enough. you refused to speak a word, to even let a sound slip, so you sat facing the windshield with that uptight pout on your face, admiring the scenery, falling into his fingers. “see this stubborn act isn’t gonna work with me yeah- so i’m uh gonna teach you a lesson alright, me- i’m gonna show you.” 

it felt like his confession had barely swam before you felt his fingertip brushing over your folds, his hand slipped into your panties, rubbing over your clit with sacred feel. you felt his stare burning through you, watching careful, waiting for you to plead. at that his finger slipped into your pussy, it felt wrong, but exact - you accepted it. 

your breath immediately caught stuck, the little flinch you released made him laugh breathily, he pushed his finger in further, easily, his own mouth parted as he watched it bottom into you. “shit- this is gonna be messy.” he chuckled with disbelief, but it was still like he was waiting for you to reject. “that alright with the princess?” 

eventually a second finger ventured in, loosely pumping into you with a newfound speed, a motive. the sounds were slick, mocking you “yeahhh that’s a good girl- just take it, just take it.” he muttered, both of you were lost in the sight, transfixed with the way his fingers entered you messy. “you like watching that huh? my fingers inside of you- dirty girl.” yet his mind was filthier. 

the feeling was unbearable, impossible for you to remain still, motionless, when you felt the announcement of a sound about to creep out, you were quick to bite into the palm of your hand. the pain quickly melted into the sensation of his fingers now drawing circles into you, moving wild like he needed something from you. 

“here- let’s take that away yeah, you can always be loud with me alright.” as he basically ripped your hand away, it was as if he had waited for the perfect moment - because a corrupted moan stumbled from out your mouth, obscene and filthy, like it was straight from a bad scripted porno. 

“ohh fuck” he actually laughed, his fingers moved faster like he had been physically charged from the mucky sound. “you tryna hide that you’re a whore from me- nah not with me you don’t.” his voice raised slightly, like he had to talk over the sounds of your wetness. “cause uh out of everyone, i think i have the right to know the most yeah- right cause i’ve known you the longest, i’m the man you trust the most.” he humorously convinced.

but you couldn’t focus on that, not with the eruption his hand was causing to your insides, how close you were to unraveling, the feel of it’s looming shadow. “rafe i can’t- i’m gonna.” you ultimately decided on speech, the sounds were practically talking for you anyway. it was all messy whines, pleading cries when you came right onto his fingers, you couldn’t even face the sick smile on his face when you did. 

“i knew i could count on you to make it messy for me- fucking dirtied up my fingers huh” he shook his head in disapproval, yet his tone was edged with nothing but please. “this is why i’m here to teach you- alright clean it up.” your arousal glistened on his two fingers, nearly shoved into your mouth before he danced them over your chin, your own slick covering you. 

you opened your mouth in accepting, ready to pretend you learned something from rafe’s decieted book of life lessons. his fingertips were quick to jump into your mouth, the opportunity of your tongue savoring them welcomely. your eyes melted into his, sucking the skin dirty, you watched the way his eyes rolled back white, even as you twirled and messed with him, circling your tongue around the two fingers. 

“how’d you like that punishment huh?”

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