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madzig · 13 days ago

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haunted - r.c.

house arrest!Rafe Cameron x mysterious neighbor!reader one-shot (5.4k words)

content: angst, smut, references to dark pasts, mentions of obsession (mild), oral (f), unprotected p-in-v, 18+ minors do not interact

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That first night, the summer air was so thick you could drown in it. You could taste the salty sea on your tongue as you took a deep breath, bracing your hands on the high lip of the brick wall. You’d only get one shot at the jump, too much noise would draw the neighbors’ attention. You checked your phone once again, 9:09 pm, late enough to cover you in darkness, but not late enough to ensure the neighborhood was asleep. Stealth was your only option. Squaring your shoulders, you stuffed your phone back in your bag and launched it over the wall, listening for the soft thud in the grass that meant there was truly no backing down now.

Little spurs of pain pinched your ankles when you landed on the other side, but you’d made it, unscathed aside from the torn skin on your palms from the wall’s unforgiving stone. The hard part was over, now you froze with uncertainty, you hadn’t planned to make it this far.

The house stood mighty under the bright light of the moon. This was the first time you saw it in its grand entirety, the view from your window across the street revealing only the white siding and a few shuttered windows. You’d watched for a few days - no cars came or went, the small windows you could see from your own were never opened, no lights turned on and off beyond their panes.

The few neighbors you’d talked to since your mysterious sudden arrival got cagey when the topic came up, a seemingly unspoken rule that this was the one house off limits for their ever turning rumor mill. Though the shifty glances and wrung hands at the mention of it hinted at something sinister lying behind this ancient brick wall, something dangerous. The risk was too alluring, and you were too bored, trapped in your cookie cutter McMansion with your father, a man who never understood you, and a twisted past you were running from even when you were standing still.

Now, on the other side of the alluring border, was the first time in months you didn’t feel trapped. Your heart raced as you looked around the massive yard, no lights in the windows confirming your theory that the house was abandoned. A chill shot through you despite the record high July temperatures, something so haunting about this storied land, and so forbidden. I should not be here, you thought as your feet carried you further into the trespassed property. This was the most alive you’d felt since you arrived on this island a few weeks ago, your sordid past nipping at your heels. For the first time since the incident, your mind wasn’t consumed with it, with the horrible memories, the regrets, the what-ifs. Here inside the gates of Tannyhill you were an outlaw, so far from what you have done and even farther from what you should be doing.

Euphoria swept over you, the most heady high. An almost manic laugh slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You reveled in the electric feeling as you padded through the grass back to the wall. You’d only made it a few steps toward the house, but you knew you’d be back, finally finding something to make your heart race, something to come back to, something to live for.

After that night, the empty house became your obsession. All day, every day you thought about the sprawling property, the grand pillars and white walls that housed a thousand mysteries. While the sun was up, you dreamt of what you might find when you finally found a way inside, and as soon as it set, you were creeping back over that wall, making it a few steps further each time.

Finally, after two weeks of dreaming, trapped inside the house across the street that would never be your home, fighting with the father that would never be your family, you knew it was time. Tonight, you’d go farther than you ever had, touch the walls of that ancient house, the promise of the thrill almost as heady and dizzying as the moment itself.

Climbing over that wall was muscle memory at this point, the calluses on your hands proof you’d formed an addiction you were nowhere near kicking. After the trek through the tall, unkempt grass you’d walked fifteen times now, you made it to the stone walkway you’d yet to touch. Without stopping to think, to second guess, you sprinted over the stones, rounding the corner of the house for the first time, stopping in your tracks at the beauty the backyard held.

The moon reflected off the water, rippling from the slight breeze, calling to you. Perfect. You’d go for a swim in the pool that wasn’t yours, maybe even find a little rock and break a window, sneak into this haunted house, anything to keep feeling the rush that had brought your body back to life the second you stepped foot on this forbidden land.

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Rafe saw you the very first night. For six months now, he’d spent every waking minute pacing these empty halls, wishing for a hit of something, anything, to make the silence less deafening. The only noises keeping him company on these endless nights were the sound of his own erratic voice and the occasional beep of the monitor strapped tight around left ankle.

They’d gotten him for the drugs, but he knew what they were really trying to uncover, the secrets he kept buried so deep even he forgot about them sometimes. His sentence was two years house arrest, every movement monitored, all substances strictly forbidden.

It only took a few days for the loneliness to become crippling. Over and over, he imagined turning the corner and seeing someone standing in the hall, someone he knew, someone he didn’t, anyone, to talk to, to make him feel like he wasn’t going completely insane.

Then a soft thud in the distance, followed closely by another, the second slightly louder. Any noise out of place immediately perked his ears, far too familiar with the creaks and groans of this old mansion to miss even the quietest of disturbances. Maybe the thuds could have been something innocuous, a branch breaking or wind whipping against the walls. What came after, however, was unmistakable.

The soft, sweet melody of a woman’s laugh floated across the night air and in through an open window. The sound was so welcome and warm as it washed over Rafe, the purity of it washing him clean, illuminating the world around him. Suddenly, in the midst of his darkest hour, a bright light had appeared before him, calling him home.

His days quickly became consumed by thoughts of you. He spent his hours watching the sun journey across the sky, east to west, willing it to set faster and bring you to him. All he knew of you was your moonlit silhouette, coming to him every night like the sweetest dream. Each time the sun set and you appeared, you got closer and closer to him. The hesitancy in your steps was maddening, but he couldn’t go to you, the risk of scaring you off was far too great, your nightly visits the only thing keeping him earthside.

And then, on the fifteenth night, when he thought for sure you’d never come to him, never cross the rest of the distance that kept you apart, you broke into a run, disappearing around the side of the house and out of view. He ran from window to window, looking down from the second floor trying to find you. His panting breaths and pounding heartbeat were the only things he could hear, until, so miraculously he wondered if he imagined it, a splash and that same angelic laugh, so beautiful and melodic that his whole world shook. Risks be damned, there was no holding himself back, feet moving of their own accord as he ran down the spiral staircase, toward you.

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You stripped your clothes under the cover of darkness, toeing the edge of the water as a test, gasping at the sharp chill. Despite the hot summer day, the water was ice cold, only adding to its alluring mysticism. There would be no easing in, your stomach twisting in anticipation as you stood in only your bra and underwear at the edge, a deep breath, a bend in your knees and - SPLASH.

Your heart nearly stopped as the water engulfed you, your hair whipping around you as you shot back up to the surface. Every cell in your body was buzzing with excitement, and just like that first night you couldn’t hold back the wild laugh that spilled from your lips. You could not believe what you were doing, so reckless and wrong, and yet so right.

Each stroke tearing through the water's surface, you swam with abandon, feet kicking up big splashes and the sound of ragged, desperate breaths filling the night air every time you craned your neck for a gulp of air. The more you swam, the more you forgot. Forgot that you were breaking the law, forgot that you were not supposed to be here, forgot about the events that led you to this island, that tore the life you knew from you in one fell swoop. You didn’t know what you’d do next, how you’d sneak into your house without water dripping everywhere, how you’d ever move on from this incredible feeling, but you didn’t care, you just kept swimming.

Arm swinging through the air, you took what must’ve been your hundredth stroke, twisting your head to the side to grab a breath, eyes just barely catching the dark, towering silhouette of a figure at the edge of the pool.

You shot up so fast the splash of water threatened to fill your lungs and pull you back under. Your shoulders shivered as you stood in the chilly water, blinking fast to clear your vision as your brain tried to catch up to what your eyes were seeing.

You hadn’t imagined it. He stood tall and stoic at the edge of the pool, hands in his pockets, shoulders broad enough to partially block the glow of the moon.

Something in you knew that he was dangerous, goosebumps dancing across your dripping skin, warning you “go, flee, run now.” But you didn’t move, frozen in the water as he looked down at you with the slightest tilt of his head. Darkness covered his features, only the light of the stars reflecting off his sharp jawline and high cheekbones.

He was a total stranger, his presence a threat that should be terrifying you, and yet in the same way that you knew after the first time you’d jumped the wall that you’d keep coming back to this place, you knew that you couldn’t run from him, that you didn’t want to. Drawn to him in a way that stole your breath, you moved forward, the slightest imperceptible step, and yet you knew he could feel it too, the magnetic pull between souls that made escaping him impossible. Maybe it was a dream, or maybe you had drowned and fallen into some dark, twisted underworld, this man your own personal devil. But he was your damnation, you wanted to fall right to the seventh circle.

For what felt like hours, neither one of you spoke. Only the gentle lap of the water against the tile edge of the pool filled the air between you - the Caught and the Capturer sizing each other up in the darkness.

Then, with no urgency, no threat or accusation against the trespasser standing half naked in his pool, the man turned on his heel and headed toward the house, pausing at the threshold of the grand sliding glass door to mutter over his shoulder, “come in,” and after a moment’s pause and some internal battle, “please.”

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Rafe turned when he sensed you hesitating outside the sliding door, his anxiety over finally seeing you up close frustrating him as he flicked on the lights in the house. When he turned, seeing you illuminated by light for the first time, everything softened, the sight of you dripping and shivering on the stone patio making his heart ache.

He looked around desperately for something to offer you, no towels or blankets available in the grand dining room he was standing in. He tore the jacket from around his shoulders, handing it to you with shaky hands. It wasn’t enough, but he needed to stop your lips from turning purple, needed, in some terrifying, primal way, to protect you.

“Th-thank you,” you stammered, eyes wide and hand trembling as you took the jacket from him hesitantly.

The realization hit him like a bullet to the chest: you were scared of him. Then a second shot, right to the gut: you were right to be.

The hands that held out this peace offering weren’t clean. Maybe you’d heard the stories about him, maybe you weren’t as enchanted by him as he was by you. He prayed you didn't know who he was, the rumors that came with the mention of his name. But then, why did you keep coming back? He needed to know, the question leaving his lips before he could stop it.

“Why are you here?”

His voice was rough from lack of use, harsher than he wanted it to be, causing you to take a hesitant step back.

“I shouldn’t be.”

You backed away slowly, making panic rise in his chest, a terrible sense that his salvation was slipping through his fingers. He stepped towards you, the movement too fast and frightening, unable to control himself, as always.

“I’m sorry,” he tried to say, but it was too late, you were already gone, flying across the grass from the pool’s edge.

All that remained to prove you were ever even there was the puddle where you’d stood outside the door. By morning, it’d be dry, and he’d be wondering if he hallucinated the whole thing.

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Waking in a cold sweat, you grabbed at his sweatshirt like you were trying to ensure it was still wrapped around you, for what reason you weren’t sure. It was the third night you’d slept in it, not crossing the wall again since the night you’d met him. Your body shook with chills, a dull ache everywhere as though you were in withdrawal.

You tried to tell yourself it was done, you’d been caught and your little excursions over the wall had to stop. The house wasn’t empty as you’d assumed, and it would be insane to get near him again. He couldn’t possibly be trustworthy, his voice deep and menacing, a wildfire in his eyes that clearly held a history. His hair was long and unkempt like the grass outside his house, unruly and overgrown in a way that did not match the grandeur and luxury of the home he never seemed to leave. Something about it, about him, wasn’t right, and you knew if you got too close to the flame, you’d get burned.

Still, your thoughts always found their way back to him. And in your sleep, he appeared in every dream, those same ocean blue eyes tearing through you like he could see to your soul.

Rising from your sweat soaked sheets, you padded the worn path from your bed to the window, the creaks in the floor familiar as you spent so many hours perched in that spot watching his house. This time, for the first time since you'd started surveying the house weeks ago, the lights in the windows were on. Your heart caught in your throat when you saw a shadowy figure walk past, then again, the man from the pool pacing back and forth.

You wondered if his thoughts were as consumed with you as yours were of him. Then, as if he could hear your thoughts, he looked up, eyes meeting yours across the distance.

You knew which spots on the stairs squeaked, avoiding them as you snuck out, past your father asleep on the couch, across the street towards the house that haunted you, toward him.

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The splash was loud on purpose, intended to catch his attention. You waited in the water with baited breath until, gloriously, he appeared through the sliding doors, standing in the same spot he had been a few nights ago, looking down at you with the same curious glare.

Slowly, your eyes ever trained on him, you swam to the edge, climbing out of the water so you could stand in front of him, chest to chest. Finally seeing him up close, your heart fluttered at his striking features, jaw locked tight as he stared down at you.

You shouldn’t reach up and touch his face, but you did. You shouldn’t whisper quietly, “what’s your name?” but you did. You shouldn’t follow him as he turned and walked back into the grand dining room, but you did.

Not answering your question, not saying anything, he turned toward you once you were standing inside, eyes darting around the luxurious space, taking in it’s beauty before landing back on him. You didn’t know his name, you didn’t really need to. There was only one thing you needed to know, the thing that had kept you up at night, the thing that both kept you away and pulled you helplessly toward him.

“Are you dangerous?”

His eyes answered you before his words could, a flash of recognition and regret behind his blue irises preceding his nod and broken-throated, “yes.”

“You could hurt me, then?”

“Yes,” less hesitancy this time, an edge of warning in his tone, as he stepped closer to you, his large, intimidating frame invading your space and making your breath catch in your throat.

You didn’t back away, skin igniting, a rush of need and pure lust overtaking your body as he crept closer. The certainty in his voice left no doubt, if he wanted to, he could hurt you right here and now and there’s nothing you could do to protect yourself. And yet his touch was light when it ghosted over your lips, pads of his fingers rough against the soft skin as he traced the shape of your mouth.

“Are you going to?”

Sparks flew between you as his touch became firmer, hand cradling your head. His answer like gasoline to the flickering flame, a fire neither of you would walk away from unburnt flared to life with one word.

“Never.”

Before you could think, you shot up on your toes, fingers digging into his shoulders as your lips crashed into his, an involuntary groan ripped from his chest and transferred into yours through the connection of your open mouths.

He grabbed your waist, his grip bruising, flex of his muscles animalistic as he lifted you off your feet, planting you firmly on the edge of the dining room table.

Still kissing him, your teeth and tongues devouring each other, your hands dropped to his waist, fingers pulling at the leather of his belt. He was quick to stop you, fingers easily wrapping around your wrists, a reminder that physically, you were completely at his mercy, nothing stopping him from overpowering you. And yet, his touch was gentle as he pulled your hands away from him, dragging your arms up and guiding you onto your back, hands pinned above your head.

Leaning over you, his eyes roamed your face and body, spread out on the cold oak table like his last supper. Your bra and underwear still wet from the pool soaked through his shirt as you arched your back, unable to resist the urge to press up into him, to feel his warm, strong body fully against yours.

Rafe’s eyes closed tight, nostrils flailing as he willed himself not to take you the way you were inviting him to. You didn’t understand his hesitation, mistaking it for rejection, cowering underneath him.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, almost to yourself.

His eyes flew open, searching yours with panic, terrified by the thought of finally having you so close only to lose you. The thought was too painful, he was in far too deep to let you go now.

“Please, stay. Let me- I, I can take care of you,” his lips attached to your neck, sucking down like he was trying to make you understand how desperate he was. “Let me make you feel good.”

You gasped when his eyes suddenly shot back up to yours. They seemed darker somehow, pupils blown wide, the crease in his forehead a pleading request. Unable to stop yourself, just as frenzied as he seemed to be, you nodded rapidly, all at once agreeing, demanding, and begging.

His lips were back on you immediately, dragging down the skin of your neck to your chest, which was rising and falling with pants as your heart threatened to pound right through it. He paused every so often to nip, painting over every bite mark with a drag of his tongue. When his searching lips reached the valley between your breasts, you pulled the straps of your thin bra down your shoulders, brushing the material down to reveal yourself to him.

“God,” he moaned out, breathing warmly against you as he steeled himself, dragging his tongue over one of your breasts to your hardened nippled, closing his lips around it and sucking once before pulling back to whisper, “so beautiful, my angel.’

His words were confusingly intimate for a man you were meeting for the second time, and yet his apparent adoration of you was intoxicating, your hands flying to his hair, tugging at the roots to express what words couldn’t.

“From the second I saw you climb over my wall, I knew I needed to have you,” he confessed against your goosebump-ridden skin.

Your eyes shot open, lifting your head off the table as much as his controlling stance would allow you.

“You saw me? The first time?”

Rafe nodded, shifting to pull your other nipple in his mouth, pulling a whimper from your lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He paused his work on your skin to lift his gaze to yours, a sheepish look in his eye as he confessed, “I didn’t want to scare you away.”

You traced your fingers along his jaw, eyes tender as you promised him, “you couldn’t.”

The assurance in your voice emboldened him, his eyes flaring once more before he shifted himself down, his tongue running a wet line along your stomach as he lowered himself. You writhed helplessly underneath him, lifting your hips once he got to the waistband of your panties to grant him access, which he took happily, dragging the lacy material down to reveal you to him fully.

Glistening for him under the sparkling chandelier’s light, you opened your legs wider, mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes as he took you in.

Rafe placed an exploratory kiss on your inner thigh, his lips featherlight. He couldn’t suppress the upward twitch of his lips when he observed the way you flinched in anticipation, thighs pulling together slightly, already over sensitive from the build up.

“Don’t run from me now,” he growled, another kiss closer to your heat as his hands pulled your legs back apart, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your flesh to reassure you.

“Don’t make me wait,” you demanded, an edge to your voice he hadn’t heard yet, making you even more alluring to him, a feat he didn’t think possible.

Obediently, his thumbs slid closer to your wetness, opening you fully to him, after months of forced sobriety, he felt drunk on you. No further delay, he licked a gentle, testing stripe between your folds, pausing just before reaching your clit, his cheek resting on the inside of your thigh as he steadied himself, trying to keep from losing himself completely.

“So fucking perfect,” he hummed against you, diving in again once he’d gotten his bearings.

When the tip of his tongue finally swept over your throbbing clit, you cried out, body rising from the tabletop helplessly.

“God, yes, I needed this, I needed you so badly,” you babbled mindlessly, hands flying back to his hair, pulling harder than before and causing him to groan against you, thrilled that he’d found the right spot to make you crazy.

“I know, I know, me too,” he cooed against you, words muffled by his frenzied consumption of you.

Unleashed by the sounds of your moans, the tension in his muscles melted away as Rafe ate you out in the way he really wanted to. Messy, teeth and tongue working in tandem, curled fingers stretching you open and exploring you with reverence. The was no self-control left in your body as you wriggled and writhed on the hard table, nerve endings on fire, mind fogged over with the most addictive pleasure.

The light from the dusty chandelier above you was low, but the white behind your closed eyelids was blinding, like some heavenly glow was burning through you from the inside out. For a moment, you forgot where you were, everything that led you here and the consequences that were sure to come. All you knew was him as he unlocked something within you that you didn’t know existed.

Soon you were close, the coil in your stomach wound so tight you were almost frightened of what would happen when it inevitably snapped. You needed him, closer, deeper, with you, in you.

“Wait wait wait,” you pleaded, pushing on his shoulders to guide his mouth off of you as you sat up on the table.

Brows furrowed, he pulled back but kept his eyes trained to you, his mouth, soaked with you, hung open as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Wh-” he began to question, but your hands shot the hem of his shirt, bunching it up to pull it over his shoulders.

He helped you undress him, arms flexing as he tore the fabric up and over his head. You eyes danced over his bare torso once he was shirtless before you.

“Holy fuck,” you meant to just think it, but you might’ve accidentally said it outloud.

Either way, Rafe was too focused to notice, needing to be back on you, but stopped by your outstretched arms as you reached between your bodies again, fingers aiming for his belt again. He stepped back before you could unbuckle him, his left leg swinging back further than his right, like you’d hurt it somehow.

He avoided your searching gaze, wiping his face with the back of his hand before running his fingers through his hair in frustration, eyeing your legs dangling off the end of the table, your vulnerable position in front of him cracking his defense, your next words the nail in the coffin to his dwindling restraint.

“Please, I…I need you,” you whispered.

“You don’t even know me,” he retorted.

Eyes finally meeting yours, you shared a look more meaningful than any words you could exchange. There was a connection between you so far beyond knowing the details of each other’s lives, and a shared need that couldn’t be ignored any longer.

Rafe’s hands landed on either side of your face, inadvertently squeezing too hard as he crashed his lips back to yours. This time, he let your hands wander down and undo the button of his slacks. Once he was free of the fabric between you, pulling his pants and boxers down just far enough to free himself, he brought his throbbing cock to your entrance.

Pulling back just an inch from your lips, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, flushed with your need for him, and tucked it behind your ear.

“Are you sure, angel?”

You would never be able to explain it, but you were more sure of this than anything in your life.

“Please.”

Sinking deep with one stroke, you cried broken moans into each other’s open mouths as he finally gave you what you needed. One arm behind you for support, one slung tight around his shoulders, you met each of his thrusts with a cry of pleasure.

Forehead pressed to yours, he looked so deeply into your eyes as he fucked you, mouth agape in awe as he watched you take him so perfectly.

Emboldened by your vulnerable state, you decided to push the issue, “please, I need to know your name.”

Either he was too distracted to care or you’d gained his trust, because he didn’t pause for a second before answering, “it's Rafe.”

Your lips turned in slow smile at the sound of his name, quietly echoing his confession with your own name, a sound that made him close his eyes and smile before leaning in and moaning your name into your ear. Over and over he whispered your name like a chant you knew you’d play over and over in your mind until it was cemented there permanently.

He knew you loved the sound by the way you clenched around him helplessly when he said it. His hands clutched your hips hard, leaving bruises behind as he picked up his movements. Your head fell back as your legs began to shake, fingernails leaving marks in his shoulders. He took advantage of your exposed neck to find the same spot he’d attached to earlier, sucking between whispers as he brought you closer and closer to the release you were chasing.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me? You’re all I think about, all I can focus on. You’re driving me insane.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. By the sound of it, he’d been as haunted by you as you were by him. You didn’t understand this madness, the almost cosmic connection between you. It was like some dark magic pulling you together, this meeting of your bodies and souls inevitable, despite being total strangers. The power of the connection, the feeling of him filling you so completely, the low growl of his voice, the strength of his shoulders beneath your grasp, it was all too much.

“Rafe, I’m - oh fuck! Rafe!”

You came with a shriek, tears slipping free and falling down your face as you pulsed around him, a euphoric feeling you’d never experienced in your life washing over you, all at once terrifying and perfect. He felt it too, you could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice as he lost himself and spilled inside you, his whole body shuddering against you, forcing you to lay back on the table under the weight of him.

The panic set in immediately. He whispered your name as he peppered exhausted kissed against your chest, and your eyes flew open, the aftershocks of your high wearing off like you’d just woken up from a long slumber.

You didn’t know this man, who was again chanting your name like a prayer, you didn't know why he was stuck in this house alone, you didn’t even know his last name. How could you be so reckless? He told you he was dangerous and you’d begged him to take you. It was the behavior of someone who’d completely lost their mind.

When he stood, you slipped from the table quickly, gathering your clothes and pulling them on haphazardly without words. Rafe just watched you as he pulled his own clothes back on, worry in his eyes at the way you were avoiding him, keeping your body shielding from his as you quickly covered up.

“Are you o-”

“I have to go,” you didn’t even spare him a glance as you fled back across the threshold and ran out into the darkness.

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This time, he did what he wished he had done the last time, chasing after you as you ran. You were faster than he expected, expertly navigating the overgrown jungle that had become his yard. He reached the wall, stopping himself with a painful clash of his hands against the stone before he ran straight into it. Tall enough to watch you land on the other side and sprint across the road, his eyes went wide when he realized where you were going.

All this time, while he sat inside and dreamt of you, imagining all of the places you could be during the agonizingly long days without you, you were just across the street.

Your house couldn’t have been more than a few yards from his own property line. And yet, as the monitor on his ankle reminded him with a series of warning beeps, you were unreachable. White knuckles clutched the wall as his greatest fear swept over him: that he may never be able to reach you again.

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a/n: I'm so deeply rusty but this really helped me get the wheels turning, sorry if it's not my best! I missed dark, brooding rafeypoo! thanks for reading!

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madzig · 16 days ago

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madzig · 16 days ago

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mean!rafe slowly getting soft for reader but she realizes what sort of sick person he really is so she leaves him and now rafe is the desperate one (this would be really appreciated pretty!!!)

i loved, i loved, i loved you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — talks of murder, stalking, manipulation

summary — after overhearing a conversation between your boyfriend and his best friend, you begin to rethink your decisions.

authors note — can be read as a standalone but is apart of the mean!rafe series. part 1 is “i just wanna be one of your girls” and part 2 is “but i’ll do anything for you.” part 3 is up! “even when you pushed me away” i’ll probably make a masterlist for this cause it’s probably going to end up turning into a series tbh so lmk if i should do that! please request more!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“baby?” you heard him call out from the living room as the front door shut. he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack then followed the smell of food into the kitchen where you stood all pretty. you had a cute little pink sundress on, a white apron with a ribbon adorning the middle, and your hair was perfectly curled. “you look like a fucking dream.”

he walked over to where you were standing and pulled you into him with his big hands lightly squeezing at your hips. “thank you, rafe. i made your favorite,” you replied with a smile on your glossed lips as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “how was work?”

a sigh left his lips and his body tensed. “same thing as usual. nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he said with a kiss to your temple. “i missed you, angel.”

you frowned slightly and hugged him. “i missed you too, rafe.” you nuzzled into his chest deeper and he held you close, taking in the delightful scent of your shampoo. you pulled away a little sooner than he would’ve liked and pulled out his designated chair at the table. “why don’t you eat before the food gets cold?”

he nodded and sat down, laying the napkin over his lap and unraveling one pack of utensils you spent your afternoon packaging up to look professional. you sat across from him in your own seat and waited for him to take his first bite before beginning to eat your own.

he wrapped up some of the noodles on his fork and placed it carefully into his mouth while you sucked in a breath and waited for his validation. “it’s amazing, sweetheart,” he praised while getting more onto his fork. “you always prepare the best, you know that.”

you smiled to yourself and glanced down at your own plate, a red blush spreading across your cheeks. you began to eat as you two sat in a comfortable silence and enjoyed the pasta.

once he finished and was getting ready to get up and place his dish in the sink, you stood and beat him to it. “i’ve got it,” you said softly. you knew how long and draining his work days were and you’d do anything to make the rest of his day better.

“thank you, angel,” he replied gratefully while standing and brushing past you with a loving squeeze to your hip. “i’ve gotta finish up some stuff on my laptop. i’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

you nodded and began to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. once you were all finished, you neatly folded your apron and placed it in the closet in the living room before heading up the stairs and to the office to see if he needed anything. before you could even knock, you heard a loud bang, which you assumed was his fist against his desk.

“goddamnit barry! i fuckin’ told you that i had it handled,” he spat into his phone. “i took care of him, alright? they got rid of the body, the evidence, all of it and now you’re over here screwing it up.”

the body? you placed a hand over your mouth to cover the sob threatening to slip past your lips. you pressed your ear closer to the door and waited for him to speak again.

you heard him curse under his breath and laugh angrily. “it was all going to plan and then—“ he paused. “get rid of him. do whatever you have to do, just fuckin’ get rid of him. i’ll do it myself if i have to.”

a tear hit your hand and you quickly backed away from the door and quietly walked into your shared bedroom. you immediately began throwing clothes into a bag until you heard the office door open. you shoved it under your bed and sat at the edge of it.

he came in and immediately made his way over to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. “hey. what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

you just shook your head and faked a sad smile. “i jus’ miss you, rafe,” you lied as convincingly as you could.

he sighed. “i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he mumbled softly. “look. i gotta go handle something really quick but we can spend the whole night together the moment i get back, ok? i promise.”

a shaky breath left your lips as you nodded and allowed him to kiss you then your forehead as he stood and made his way out towards the front door. the moment you heard it shut, you packed everything you could and sprinted out towards your car. you didn’t know how much time you had until he got back.

you were quick to disable your location on everything and turn on do not disturb before speeding off towards your parents house an hour away. you hoped it would be far enough and undisclosed so he’d never find you.

and only 30 minutes into the drive, you had 72 missed calls and 101 texts from rafe.

#desperate!reader #mean!rafe

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madzig · 16 days ago

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LOVE mean!rafe and desperate!reader i need more where they finally become official if they ever do

but i’ll do anything for you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — mdni, p in v, cockwarming, rafe gets softer

summary — after rafe finally starts developing feelings, he decides to take whatever they have to the next level.

authors note — this can be read as a standalone but is essentially a part 2 to “i just wanna be one of your girls.” please request more!! they motivate me so much more than just free writing. should i keep adding to this series too??

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“tell me you’re mine,” rafe demanded as his big rough hands kneaded the soft fat of your ass. his blue eyes glared into yours while he waited expectantly for your reply.

you moaned quietly when your hips rolled into his and his tip pressed up against your cervix in the most delicious way. “i’m yours, rafe,” you replied excitedly and eagerly. “i’ve always been yours.”

he nodded with a satisfied grin on his face. “good,” he mumbled before leaning forward to kiss you. your hands moved from his shoulders to his jaw as you pressed further into him. he thought the passion you poured into his lips was cute.

when you pulled away breathlessly with kiss-bitten lips, you frowned slightly with tears brimming in your waterline. “but are you mine?” you asked hesitantly. your face was quiet and scared, entirely expecting his answer to disappoint you like it always did.

he thought for a quick second. you were fucking gorgeous, you listened to everything he said, you did everything he asked, and you were completely obsessed with him. what else could he want? “I’m yours,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

his hands moved underneath your ass to slowly lift you up and quickly slam you back down on his length. you whimpered into his mouth, leaving enough room for him to slip his tongue inside and get you feeling all dizzy.

he began to roll your hips into his own, your clit dragging against his pubic bone and the movement allowing you to feel every vein of his cock. tears began to slip down your cheeks. he fucking loved how sensitive you were.

“can’t take it, rafe,” you muttered against his pink lips. you panted as your walls spasmed around him and tried to push him out. “you’re too big.”

he could’ve swore he’d just fallen in love with you again. “move in with me,” he blurted out. he didn’t even have time to think about the words leaving his mouth. he just knew he needed to keep you safe and locked away where no one could snap you out of your little dream.

you nodded almost instantly. even with glossy eyes and tears staining your cheeks, you smiled bigger than ever. “i want that,” you said happily. he grinned and leaned back against the sofa, allowing you to move at your own pace and do whatever you needed for yourself. “rafe?”

“what?” he asked. there was almost a hint of irritation in his voice knowing that there was more than likely another question coming his way.

you wiped your tears and replaced your hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore the way his cock was impaling you. “does this mean we’re, like, exclusive?” you asked hopefully.

he internally rolled his eyes at that. was that really a question? he though it was pretty self-explanatory. he began to think he’d fucked you stupid already without even doing much. “sure,” he said.

you squealed giddily and hugged him tight. he almost began to question what he’d just gotten himself into.

#desperate!reader #mean!rafe

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madzig · 16 days ago

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i just wanna be one of your girls

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — mdni, sexual content, slight manipulation, kind of dark!rafe

summary — things mean!rafe would do to desperate!reader

authors note — i’m trying my hardest to get back into writing guys i swear. heres a part 2!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

mean!rafe who absolutely loves the power he has over desperate!reader. how he can just snap his fingers and have you right at his fingertips willing to do anything he asked.

mean!rafe who thinks the crush you have on him is absolutely adorable and loves to rub it in your face. he gets a sick kick out of teasing you and keeping you close enough to still want him, even though you know he’s just out of your reach and you’ll never fully have him.

mean!rafe who hates seeing you talk to other guys at parties but will blatantly flirt with other girls in front of you. all just to see you whiny with glassy eyes and begging him to take you home where you’ll know he’ll fuck you just right.

mean!rafe who calls you at any moment for a quickie of some sort because he knows you’ll always pick up and speed over to anywhere he was to do whatever he wanted, no matter how far.

mean!rafe who’d always fuck you any chance he got in the dirtiest way to show you just how much power he had over you.

mean!rafe who’d go raw every single time simply because you let him. even begged him for it.

mean!rafe who didn’t kiss you at first because he didn’t want you getting anymore attached than you already were.

mean!rafe who’d take pictures of your face full of his cum and store them away in his hidden album to brag about with his friends later.

mean!rafe who marked you up every single time just to keep everyone else off of you. he loved seeing the deep purple bruises that littered your skin because of him.

mean!rafe who sometimes found himself getting soft with you when you cried about how you never felt good enough for him after seeing him with so many other girls. it made him feel a little guilty, something he was never used to.

mean!rafe who owned a key to your house and would show up whenever he pleased just to feel you wrapped around him.

mean!rafe who always ran back to you no matter what, even if he’d trick you into thinking it was the other way around.

mean!rafe who eventually started to develop feelings for you. he loved the clingy, desperate nature of you and it made his heart full whenever he’d stay the night after you cried and begged him too.

mean!rafe who was whimpering into your ear as he drilled into you from behind and accidentally let a soft “i love you” slip out. he later gaslit you into thinking you were so desperate for any form of affection so you made it up in that delusional head of yours.

#desperate!reader #mean!rafe

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madzig · 19 days ago

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GONE GIRL. masterlist

if you know the whereabouts of this person, please call 911 or contact the kildare county sheriff's department at 252-290-6688

NAV ! Part One. Part Two.

CASE NUMBER: 2023-KILDARE-002

CASE NAME: L/N, Y/N - Missing Person

DATE SUBMITTED: July 24, 2023 (Investigation Ongoing)

AGENCY: Kildare County Police Department

EVIDENCE TECHNICIAN: Officer J. Gingham

ITEMS ENCLOSED:

1. Incident Report

2. USB Containing Witness Statements

3. USB Containing Suspect Interviews

4. Anonymous Tips & Alleged Sightings

5. Manilla Folder of Crime Scene Photos

6. Subpoenas for Phone Records

6.1. Victim's Call Logs

7. Subpoenas for Text Messages

7.1. Victim's Text Messages

8. Search Warrant for 313 Lakeshore Drive

8.1. Bottle of Unidentified Pills (Pending Analysis)

8.2. Encrypted Flashdrive (Pending Analysis)

8.3. Victim's Diary

8.4. Threatening Letter (Pending Handwriting Analysis)

8.5. Calender with Day of Disappearance Circled

8.6. Shattered Picture Frame of Victim and R. Cameron

8.7. Cellphone Charger

8.8. Hairbrush (Collected for DNA)

9. Search Warrant for R. Cameron's Room at 115 Kingsford Street

9.1. Pair of Victim's Underwear

9.2. Collection of Naked Photos of Victim

9.3. "R" Pendant Necklace (Victim was Last Seen Wearing)

9.4. Bloody T-Shirt (Pending Analysis)

10. Victim's Purse (Recovered at Old Church on Whickam Road)

10.1. Wallet with ID

10.2. Torn QuickFuel Reciept

10.3. Baggie with Unidentified White Powder (Pending Analysis)

10.4. ChapStick Classic Cherry Lip Balm

10.5. Keyring: House Key for 313 Lakeshore Drive, House Key for 231 Bradford Road, Unidentified Key, Heart Locket Keychain with R. Cameron's Picture Inside

10.6. White, Silver, and Red Sobriety Chips

10.7. Sunglasses

10.8. Lo Loestrin Fe Birth Control

10.9. Crumpled Photo of Victim and Unidentified Man

10.10. Pink Hello Kitty Lighter

10.11. Switchblade

10.12. Trident Pineapple Twist Gum

11. Copy of Missing Person's Flier

12. Incident Reports from 313 Lakeshore Drive

13. Subpoena of Victim's Bank Statements and Financial Records

13.1. Victim's Bank Statements and Financial Records

14. Subpoena of Victim's Medical Records

14.1. Victim's Medical Records

CHAIN OF CUSTODY LOG INCLUDED

notes .ᐟ the layout isn't very pretty, but you get the idea. it's a detailed account of everything in the evidence box thus far

taglist .ᐟ @starkeysprincess / @cometmultiverse / @iheartjjmaybnk / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @fallbhind / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @riaras-everthroner / @memoirofasparklemuff1n / @rafeysangelbaby

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#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron series

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madzig · 19 days ago

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GONE GIRL. masterlist

if you know the whereabouts of this person, please call 911 or contact the kildare county sheriff's department at 252-290-6688

NAV ! Part One. Part Two.

CASE NUMBER: 2023-KILDARE-002

CASE NAME: L/N, Y/N - Missing Person

DATE SUBMITTED: July 24, 2023 (Investigation Ongoing)

AGENCY: Kildare County Police Department

EVIDENCE TECHNICIAN: Officer J. Gingham

ITEMS ENCLOSED:

1. Incident Report

2. USB Containing Witness Statements

3. USB Containing Suspect Interviews

4. Anonymous Tips & Alleged Sightings

5. Manilla Folder of Crime Scene Photos

6. Subpoenas for Phone Records

6.1. Victim's Call Logs

7. Subpoenas for Text Messages

7.1. Victim's Text Messages

8. Search Warrant for 313 Lakeshore Drive

8.1. Bottle of Unidentified Pills (Pending Analysis)

8.2. Encrypted Flashdrive (Pending Analysis)

8.3. Victim's Diary

8.4. Threatening Letter (Pending Handwriting Analysis)

8.5. Calender with Day of Disappearance Circled

8.6. Shattered Picture Frame of Victim and R. Cameron

8.7. Cellphone Charger

8.8. Hairbrush (Collected for DNA)

9. Search Warrant for R. Cameron's Room at 115 Kingsford Street

9.1. Pair of Victim's Underwear

9.2. Collection of Naked Photos of Victim

9.3. "R" Pendant Necklace (Victim was Last Seen Wearing)

9.4. Bloody T-Shirt (Pending Analysis)

10. Victim's Purse (Recovered at Old Church on Whickam Road)

10.1. Wallet with ID

10.2. Torn QuickFuel Reciept

10.3. Baggie with Unidentified White Powder (Pending Analysis)

10.4. ChapStick Classic Cherry Lip Balm

10.5. Keyring: House Key for 313 Lakeshore Drive, House Key for 231 Bradford Road, Unidentified Key, Heart Locket Keychain with R. Cameron's Picture Inside

10.6. White, Silver, and Red Sobriety Chips

10.7. Sunglasses

10.8. Lo Loestrin Fe Birth Control

10.9. Crumpled Photo of Victim and Unidentified Man

10.10. Pink Hello Kitty Lighter

10.11. Switchblade

10.12. Trident Pineapple Twist Gum

11. Copy of Missing Person's Flier

12. Incident Reports from 313 Lakeshore Drive

13. Subpoena of Victim's Bank Statements and Financial Records

13.1. Victim's Bank Statements and Financial Records

14. Subpoena of Victim's Medical Records

14.1. Victim's Medical Records

CHAIN OF CUSTODY LOG INCLUDED

notes .ᐟ the layout isn't very pretty, but you get the idea. it's a detailed account of everything in the evidence box thus far

୭ৎ

#gone girl #rafe cameron series #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron

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madzig · 21 days ago

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bunny!reader x loser rafe… ^ྀི

mdni 💗 my first time writing..

bunny aka you was the most popular girl in school with every boy obsessed with her. it wasn’t uncommon for you to have girls hate you , it was pure jealousy because in everyones eyes bunny did no wrong her big doe eyes sold you as innocent and pretty. your pretty pink, frilly babydoll dresses made her look easy and approachable but you was different. bunny had a sharp tongue and a attitude your standers where very much high.

it was chemistry class bunny’s weak subject all what the teacher said felt nonsense to you it came in one ear and out the other. you sat in the class with your small little pink dress on overdressed for the low budget high school but you didn’t care. you sat on the table confused, chin resting on your hand. to your oblivion sat just a few seats across her a pathetic virgin called rafe cameron was cumming in his pants to the sight of you. he stared at your perfect lips and pretty perky tits he would just do anything even touch your hair. he kept around a little sample of you staple expensive perfume just to even know what you smelt like. it was more than just a crush more of a obsession.

you chewed on the end of her pencil as rafe watched her from afar he licked his lips nervously as his cock throbbed through his shorts. the way you lips parted around the pencil was driving him crazy. it took a whole lot of courage for rafe to finally speak to her after his pervvy obsession since 8th grade. he had just bought his new glasses yesterday. they where round and sleek but he felt happy and confident. confident enough to speak to the most popular girl ever.

as bunny was assigned to give out the test papers. as you walked around the room rafe was beyond nervous. he slid up his sleek glasses up his nose adjusting them. rafe gulped hard as you approached his desk, your perfume intoxicating. you places the perfectly graded paper on his desk.

“hm A+? smart.” you say to yourself not expecting a response. rafe felt his cheeks flush bright red, stammering incoherently as he clutched the test sheet to his chest. "Uh... thanks... I... I just studied really hard..." His eyes flickered down to her lips briefly before darting back up to meet her gaze.

“yeah.” was your reply. you didn’t expect or take his stutters and sentence to heart your reply was just a shrug off. you didn’t really notice rafe much in class he didn’t speak but he definitely worked hard.

“i kinda just study a lot i like it.” he says smiling softly at her. god he was just pathetic really embarrassing him self in front of her.

“no shit sherlock” was your reply. he giggled softly before taking a drink from his water bottle. she didn’t expect another reply to him. “do you need help.” he just blurted it out. he needed to keep the conversation going he couldn’t stop with the attention he was getting from her.

“with?” was your dumb reply, obviously you knew it was with school. rafes heart raced as he tried to think of something, anything, he could ask her for help with. "Um, with... with anything, I guess. Just... just sit with me for a bit?" He bit his lip, hoping she wouldn't say no. you looked down at him. he was lowkey hot, big biceps, nice eyes, but 10 pound of gel in his hair but he was none the less. but god how pathetic he was pulled you in. he wanted you to sit with him for bit? the thought made you giggle but how could you decline? flirting with boys was your job.

“why not.” you sighed before flipping your perfect shiny hair and sitting down next to the absolute loser. you was doing anything to make this boring class go any faster. “so what do you like to do?” rafes words sounded genuine like he actually wanted to know.

“party i guess” your tone was monologue, it wasn’t a lie you liked to party and drink and flirt.

"Parties? With your friends?" He nodded, trying to picture it. "I've never really been to a party before... I mean, I've heard about them, but..." He trailed off, his gaze drifting back to the sketch. he stopped himself before he could ask if he could come he didn’t want to anyway he knew he would be bullied. in all honestly bunny wasn’t fully even listening to what this nerd had to say.

"Do you, um... drink?" Jesus, what was he doing? Trying to seem cool? “I mean, not that you should or anything..." He could feel his palms getting sweaty.

“yea i drink and god your soo fucking pathetic stupid virgin loser!” he was so pathetic it pissed you the fuck off. how could anyone be so anti social and weird it made bunny wet. as. fuck.

rafes heart stopped at her words, face burning with shame and humiliation. He felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them back. "I-I'm not a virgin!" He lied desperately, voice cracking.

“don’t be silly… uh..” you trailed off.

“rafe” he corrected, wiping away tears that didn’t fall yet.

“don’t be silly rafe! your cleary a virgin you hasn’t had there dick sucked but i can change that.. for you let me help you…” your voice was seductive.

Rafe's eyes bugged out in shock at her crude offer, his brain short-circuiting.“W-what? You'd... you'd do that for me?" He licked his suddenly dry lips, heart pounding wildly. "I mean, y-yeah, sure. I'd like that” he says wiping away his tears once again. you didn’t always suck random boys dicks from your school but rafe was different he needed this bad and he was so far from sex you almost felt bad for the boy.

“yeah i’ll do it cuz i feel bad for a weirdo like you now what’s your instagram or snap?” you didn’t want his number, only something you could erase and block easy after.

“i don’t have social media.” he said looking down at his feet. typical. his voice was a low whisper scared she would take back her offer.

“I just... I don't really see the point. I'm not really the social type, you know i’m not aloud it too” he fumbled for his phone, pulling up his contacts screen to find his number. "Here, just text me and we can, uh, arrange something.” at this point you prayed his dick was big you watched has he wrote down his digits on a small piece of paper for you to text and call later. luckily, the bell rung as you walked out of the boring class you felt embarrassed for talking with rafe. was there any point in even texting him after this?

my first time writing should i do pt2 it’s poorly written cuz it’s 7am all nighter loll

#nerd!rafe #toxic!reader #loser!rafe

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madzig · 27 days ago

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puurrrr i’m telling you i love this

petition for more black!reader x rafe

❝ spaces between heartbreak and falling in love, r. cameron. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron x original black female character.

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… friends with benefits, non committal sex, jealousy, mutual pining, repressed feelings, heavy angst, emotional hurt, complicated feelings, drinking, third person perspective (no first or second!) black!fem, original!black character. (cleo)

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… it was supposed to be just sex; but things are never that easy especially when you’re sleeping with your ex that you’re still in love with.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… starting something new! we’ll see how this goes lol.

perspiration sticks against her skin.

it starts at her hairline, then seemingly cascades down her face until her entire it’s sheened and dewy — glistening beneath the warm hues that poured through her open window. her cheeks were flushed and jaw was slacked as her mouth gapes. pleading whimpers and breathy moans falls off of her lips as she arches further against him and tosses her head back in pleasure.

she furrows her eyebrows, catching her bottom lip between the grip of her teeth as she cants her hips in a fluid thrust, chafing her pelvis against his as she chased her orgasm.

pleasure spreads through every crevasse of her body; starting from her head, moving down the curve of her spine, until it reaches her toes that curl in at the delicious skin-to-skin contact. her hands that were previously splayed on his chest, anchoring her in place, were now gripping the headboard. she could feel her fingernails scraping against the hard wood as she tightened her grip.

“rafe!” she makes an incoherent noise; the sound caught somewhere between a broken moan and a loud keen that catches in the back of her throat.

she’s biting down so harshly on her bottom lip that she tastes the bitterness of the blood that stints from the bruised skin. she absentmindedly disregards the pain, only continuing to focus on the salacious thrust of her hips and the way rafe’s cock adjusts fittingly and curves inside of her like he was made just for her.

he’s unrelenting in his thrusts — extracting and filling her back up with this irreplaceable pleasure that has her back bowing every time he rolls his hips up to hers. his hands are roughly palming her ass cheeks, his nails bite into her skin as he guides her movements, murmuring words of encouragement while she fucks herself on him. rafe spreads his legs wider; the new change in adjustment allows him to receive a better view of his cock as he penetrates her.

his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of their conjoined bodies, how his cock drenches wetly with her arousal every time he slips out of her. their slick skin ricochets with every upthrust of his hips that meets hers. it’s suave and precise enough so that he’s perfectly hitting her hilt with every slow stroke.

she’s still biting on her lip and the sight of it gives rafe the sudden urge to kiss her.

he tightened his hands around her waist, holding her steadily in place so that he’s able to sit up. she huffs, frustrated that he stopped the undulating movements of his hips. she frowns, parting her mouth open beseechingly to ask why he stopped especially when she was so close. but her chastising inquiry is interjected before she even has the chance to ask as rafe leans forward and brushes his mouth against hers.

he grabs ahold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger, nudging her head up a few inches so that’s catching her mouth against his. she moans, loud and vocal into his mouth when she feels his cock lurch and swell inside of her.

needing more she steadies her hands on his shoulders, anchoring herself in place, holding the smothering weight of his scrutiny as she lifts herself off of him just enough so that only the tip and a few inches is buried inside of her. then, in one swift motion, she pops her ass back as she lowers herself back onto him, reclaiming him in one fluid motion.

the pain subsides as he stretches her until he’s completely bottoming her out again. her body trembles and she falls mercilessly against his chest. he groans in her ear, the wisps of his hot breath tickles against her neck. his lips move in a sinuous path, kissing the spot below her ear, sliding over the curve of her clavicle, pampering open-mouthed kisses along her neckline until he reaches her mouth again.

he can taste the saltiness of her sweat that passed back and forth on their lips. he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, deepening the kiss more ravenously. she’s so focused on the way his tongue teases hers, that she doesn’t notice that he’s leaning her backwards until her back bounces lightly against the mattress.

he nudged her legs open with his knee and angled himself between the crux of her thighs.

she writhes beneath him, biting on his lower lip when she feels the friction of his cock teasing brushing against her slit. he kisses her with vigor; never once breaking contact as he glided his hand underneath her thigh and deftly wound her legs over his waist. reaching between their sweat slick bodies, he grabs ahold of his cock and aligns it at her center.

he nudges into her inch by inch, slowly until he’s pressed against her hilt again. he buries his face in her neck; exhaling labored pants against her dewy skin as he fucked her slowly. her hands slide down the curve of his back, feeling the dip of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

she pistons a full body roll, arching so far against him that her cunt suctions his cock back inside of her without resistance. she holds him there, leveraging her leg higher over his hip so that angle goes deeper. “rafe,” she whimpers, her hands shaking as they seek purchase on his back.

he rolls his hips, deepening his strokes that emphasize his emotions through every gyrating movement. he feels dizzy off of her, like this and the way her body instinctively reacts to his touch.

he leans down to kiss her again, easing into the change in pace before he rolls his pelvic bone against hers. it’s more frantic than before; with the headboard knocking against the wall and the mattress creaking beneath their conjoined weight with every vigorous thrust he gives.

his face is contorted as his eyebrows furrow in concentration. his nostrils flare with every rugged breath that he exhaled and sweat is pouring down his face. he lifts her right leg over his shoulder, shifting his hips lower and fucking her at a more precise angle. it’s perfect; the way he fills her, how she practically melts mercilessly beneath him as these filthy sounds emanate from her mouth.

she’s quivering around him again, pulling him in for more. she’s close, he can tell by the way her chest heaves and how her fingers twist around the bedsheets and he’s not too far behind, with his balls tightening and breathing slowing.

it doesn’t take much longer until she falls apart completely the moment he presses his thumb against her swollen clit. she’s shivering, her mouth hanging agape, hands still clutching at his shoulders when she finally cums — the fluid spills onto her sheets in a wet puddle that forms beneath them.

rafe continues to fuck her, riding her through aftershocks of her orgasm as he milks her dry. her pussy flutters around his cock; still sensitive and swollen from his stimulation. and it feels so good that she actually begins to cry. she blinks through the fogginess of her vision, still rutting her hips against his as she feels another orgasm wash over her.

he’s kissing her as he succumbs to his own orgasm; the sticky white fluid spews out of him in rivulets that coat on her thighs. he slumps over languidly, lying against her titties as he hauls down from his release.

he’s still trembling as she runs her hands through his disheveled hair. “fuck. that was…” better than the last time.

“yeah,” he nods in agreement, chuckling softly as he lifts his head and looks at her. she’s biting on her lip, attempting to stifle the smile that’s pulling at her mouth. “what are you smiling about up there?” he questions curiously albeit he feels a smile tugging at his own lips.

“nothing. it’s–” she shrugs, shyly lowering her eyes. “i don’t know.”

“oh this is new. i’ve never seen you so flustered before.” rafe teases playfully; noticing the way her cheeks flushed and how she was seemingly avoiding his gaze. “it’s cute.” he cooed. her cheeks warmed deeper at rafe’s teasing, but she prevailed through her chagrin as she playfully rolled her eyes and nudged at his shoulders.

“whatever. can you get off of me now? you’re heavy.” she complained, still pushing at his shoulders.

rafe chuckled as he eased his now flaccid penis out of her and fell backwards onto the bed. “don’t try to change the subject. you were blushing. i saw it.” he propped his head against one of her pillows and watched her as she clambered out of the bed.

she walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers; retrieving a clean pair of underwear.

“firstly, i’m black. i don’t blush. secondly, don’t flatter yourself. you aren’t all that for me to get nervous over. ” she says, the words are a complete lie in her attempts of deflection. truthfully, he did make her nervous and she hates that he took immediate notice of it. she was nervous because much against her dismay, being around him recently made her act all girlish — which fucking annoyed her because this wasn’t supposed to happen.

they agreed on a strict friends with benefits relationship because them as a couple simply didn’t work; it was too complicated and at the time of them dating, cleo didn’t have room in her life to be infiltrated with any complications. but she still wanted rafe around as a friend and despite their efforts of resistance; their sexual attraction for each other was too palpable to ignore. so they decided upon a covenant that was devoid of complications and commitments, but still enough so they could indulge in their gratification.

it seemed to be going fine at first but somewhere down the line, she realized that her feelings for rafe hadn’t completely gone away after they broke up.

as much as she didn’t want to admit it; she was still in love with him. buried underneath his ornery exterior he was actually sweet and had a soft side to him that she genuinely adored. admitting this out loud though would be completely useless because they agreed on no involvement of feelings, too wary of not wanting another repeat of their breakup that was too painful for either of them to acknowledge.

so, she buried those residual feelings and masqueraded them being the facade that things between them were still strictly platonic.

“now, if you’ll excuse me i need to get in the shower.” she turns around: beginning to retreat into the bathroom when rafe hurriedly blocks her path, standing in front of the doorway. “rafe,” she sighs, trying, albeit futile in her efforts to maneuver around him.

“can i join you?”

she rolls her eyes, “i have somewhere to be. i’m already late because you came over and distracted me.”

“i didn’t see or hear you complaining about me distracting you earlier,” he quips coquettishly as he grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her closer until they were standing directly athwart from each other. she doesn’t resist as he pulls her in for a kiss. it’s slow with his tongue slipping it’s way inside of her mouth. her knees buckle, despite her efforts, as he deepened it and nipped softly at her lower lip. he slacks his jaw wider, alternating between chaste pecks and vigorous kisses.

her stomach flutters again at the intimacy of it; how he’s kissing her with such emotion.

they’re suddenly interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing on her dresser. she jumps, startled by the sound, quickly prying her wet mouth away from his so that she could see who was calling her.

“oh fuck. i have to go.” she mutters, picking up her phone and looking at the screen to see that she had a missed call and text message from her best friend who she was supposed to be meeting for her birthday dinner.

all attendees were all told to arrive at the time of the reservation which was seven forty five. it was already going on six thirty and she still needed to shower, do her hair / makeup and drive to the restaurant. she wants to blame rafe for getting her sidetracked, but truthfully, she willingly indulged in his flirtatious advances the moment he arrived at her apartment.

she sent a message of reply as she assures her that she was already on the way. “it’s been fun but i really need to get ready.”

rafe feigned mock offense as he placed his hand over his chest. “you use me for a booty call and then kick me out afterwards? i’m hurt, cleo.”

she rolls her eyes at rafe’s dramatic antics as she walks into the bathroom. “lock my door when you leave, please!” she closed and locked the door behind her as she saunters over to the shower, twisting the knob as she turns it on.

#rafe cameron x black!reader

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