#ahh tysm i'm glad to be back!!

[sickuhhh]

@lightsiided // cont. from here

She's nice about the way he stumbles over his words, and it's in that where Raleigh can tell she really ain't from here. Her clothes, her hair, her aura—they all scream big city, except they don't really scream, it's more like a tap on the shoulder. Maybe it's because he's felt more conscious about how sick he is of living in this small town, but her smile really is beacon-like.

"Maybe?" Raleigh laughs, trying to navigate her natural charisma. He closes the distance between them just a little bit, if only to avoid the gaggle of schoolkids about to barrel through the sidewalk he's on. They're chatting in the historic downtown area, which is overselling it: It's a short strip of small businesses and restaurants and the post office. The latter of which he'd just come from, picking up some magazines. Coolly, he leans back against his parked car and gives her a nod. "Yeah, born and raised. Well, uhh, if you wanna take a break from travelin', Patty's right behind you makes a mean stack a' pancakes. You can ask her for the Raleigh Special—she adds blueberries and chocolate chips to mine."

[tubattutu]

I'm a soob girly but your "three blueberry scones" got me fantasizing real bad ugh! I love it smm! I wanted to request a fic where soob has breeding kink and corruption kink. (I'm really down bad for soob w breeding kink and corruption kink) I really love your fics! May your acc grows moree🫶🏼🫶🏼

i’m glad u enjoyed it !!! tysm for the love <3

warnings: breeding kink, some corruption kink-? (sorry i suck😭) pet names (good girl, bin), pregnancy kink, soobin wants reader pregnant REAL bad, slight messy sex, dry humping, clit play, squirting, hand kink if you squint, i think thats abt all lmk if i missed some !

a/n: i apologize for not being so active on tumblr :( exams are next month and i’m streeessssingggg and trying to prepare. i also have a trip this weekend so i may not be too active ! as always requests are open !!!

soobins breeding kink was bad. really bad. he’d always talk about how he wanted you two to have a baby, and occasionally he’d get certain small dreams about breeding you. you could tell what he was dreaming about by his small murmurs and whimpers as he slept.

sometimes he’d wrap his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing your soft tummy underneath your shirt, making circular motions as if you were actually pregnant. and despite soobin desperate to breed you, to have babies with you, you just couldn’t. neither of you could, honestly. especially with how busy the both of you were with work.

tonight was normal—until you both got into an argument. it wasn’t severe but it was clear you both pissed eachother off. when it was time for bed he lied next to you, both of you keeping distance from eachother. it was uncomfortably silent, annoyingly silent.

you could hear the sound of soobin shifting a bit to glance over at you, before your body then tenses up slightly as his chest pressed against your back, his arms wrapping around you. besides that, you could feel something hard nudge against your ass. this boy…

‘are you seriously hard right now?’ you ask, turning your head to look at him from the corner of your eye.

‘please..’ is all soobin could whine out, thrusting his hips into your ass, practically dry humping you at this point, his slender fingers sliding your sleep shorts and panties down already. ‘bin—its late-‘ you gasped lightly, though make no move to stop him.

soon you found yourself all fucked dumb on his cock, walls clenching around his fat cock that was slamming into you in quick, rapid and hard thrusts, his breathy whimpers and short gasps against your neck.

‘f-fuck.. gonna.. gonna cum.. please- please can i cum inside?’ he moans and whimpers, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he quickened his already fast pace.

‘bin—bin-!’ you cry out, soft sounds from both of your skins hitting against eachother echoing in the room along with both of your moans. ‘mmh- fuck.. such a good fucking girl.. gonna let me cum inside you, huh?’ he pants, the bed rocking slightly with each movement he made. all you could do was whimper in response, feeling the way your thighs trembled faintly from the overwhelming sensations.

‘a-ahh—shit-! fuck, m’ gonna come- gonna breed you.. get you pregnant with my babies..’ he moans deeply, his fingers snaking down your tummy to your pussy, his two slender fingers rubbing your clit quickly in circular motions. your jaw drops, legs shaking softly as a loud cry rips from your throat, squirting around his cock.

that triggered his own climax, a soft pornographic moan coming out of his mouth as he cums inside your womb, filling you up with his precious seed, thrusting deep inside a few times ensure his seed stayed inside you.

‘love you..’ he finally managed out after trying to catch his breath for probably about a couple minutes, pulling out gently and cuddling back up to you, not even attempting to put yours and his pants back on. when he didn’t hear a response from you, he lifted his head to look over at you, seeing you already passed out asleep. he smiled, nuzzling into your neck and soon falling asleep.

little did you know the two of you would have a surprise in a couple days..

[livwritessometimes]

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[mageofspace924]

I've been shipping Lotis since 2017 UGH I'M SO GLAD IT'S HAPPENING!!! the fandom is finally seeing what I'm seeing and I've seen for years!!

stunning art btw your talent is unmatched!!!!

YOURE AN OG AHSDHJFJHD I wish i saw the light back then, but im here now 😭

YES WE ARE PICKING UP WHAT YOU PUT DOWN !! it took us 7 years but we made it...

TYSM AHH!!! y oure too kind!! I hope to draw them more soon!! in the meantime, i made these photocards :)) plus some lotis merch i made

[misc-obeyme]

Hello again can i request solomon + rain? Tysm! I really enjoy reading your fics <333

Hello, anon! I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing!

Ahh so many Solomon requests and I am loving it lol. I can't help but write all the fluffiness with this guy.

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt Rain

Warnings: none!

It was early evening and you were on your way to Cocytus Hall, having left the House of Lamentation for the day. You were thinking about your day, your mind busy going over everything that had happened. So you didn't really notice the gathering clouds.

When it began to rain, you weren't concerned at first. It was barely drizzling. A little sprinkle like this was no big deal. You were a little annoyed that you hadn't thought to bring your umbrella with you, but it was fine.

You were about halfway there when the light drizzle turned into a sudden downpour. Your hair became drenched almost instantly, the raindrops sliding down your skin. Your clothes weren't yet soaked, but you knew if you stayed out here it wouldn't be long before they were.

You considered your options. There wasn't really anything around here, though there was a covered bus stop you could sit in. But did you really want to sit there until this stopped? It could be hours. And you were starting to get cold already.

You really weren't that far away from Cocytus Hall, right?

Having made your decision, you began to run toward home, head down, arm up in an attempt to shield yourself as best you could.

You'd only been running like that for a few moments before you collided with something solid and warm. You cried out, afraid you were going to fall over, but an arm circled around you and pulled you forward.

You took a moment to steady yourself and realized that you were no longer getting rained on.

"Are you all right, MC?"

Now that you had your bearings, you looked around to see that Solomon was standing in front of you, an umbrella in his hand and his arm around you. You had run right into him and he had caught you so you wouldn't fall over. He was frowning, clearly concerned.

"Solomon," you said, letting out a breath of relief. "I'm fine, thanks to you. What are you doing out here?"

"Looking for you," Solomon said. "It's pouring and I saw you left your umbrella at Cocytus Hall. I thought you might need it. Looks like I was right."

He let go of you to reach up and touch a soaking piece of your hair. He was still frowning as he put his arm back around you to tug you close, rubbing your back to help warm you up.

"You came all the way out here just to bring me my umbrella?" you asked. You shook your head.

"I figured you would be too tired to use your magic to teleport home," Solomon said. "And well… I didn't like the idea of you out here getting soaked."

You laughed. "I was going to just run the rest of the way."

Solomon sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"

You were about to come back with a snappy reply when a fierce gust of wind tore the umbrella right out of Solomon's hand. You watched with wide eyes as his silver hair instantly became just as soaked as yours was.

The two of you looked at each other in surprise for a moment before you both went running after the umbrella, which was rolling dramatically away.

While you were both running, Solomon cast a wind spell to blow it back toward you and you finally managed to catch it.

You turned to him and brandished it triumphantly, laughing. "I got it!"

Solomon was laughing too and he caught you as he ran up, twirling you briefly in the rain.

When you had finally stopped laughing and caught your breath, you looked at Solomon who was watching you with a gentle smile. The rain continued to fall down in a heavy sheet, but the umbrella was hanging uselessly in your hand.

You shivered, both from the cold and from the feeling of Solomon's arms still around your waist. Your clothes were clinging to you now and they felt heavy on your body. You couldn't help but notice Solomon's clothes were in a similar state.

Solomon kissed you, rain water slipping between your lips, his hands gripping you as though he just couldn't help it. You laughed a little against his mouth as you brought the umbrella up to shield you both from the rain.

Solomon pulled away from you only to kiss the raindrops that still lingered on your cheeks. He pressed his forehead to yours for a moment before letting you go and taking your hand instead.

"Let's go home," he said. "So I can warm you up properly."

You smiled as many thoughts ran through your mind at this suggestion. You squeezed his hand and the two of you went the rest of the way to Cocytus Hall for the evening.

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[dollywons]

hey baker!

was wondering how you were doing 🤍🎀

thank you for all the hard work you do when it comes to your banners, dividers, and gifs

ᩰ ᩙ𓈒◞ ˕ ◟𓈒ᦡ youre so sweet and im proud of you!

hii!! :) I'm doing very well actually, I've been getting my grades back for my finals and they've been really good so IM SO GLAD, how are you doing? :D

and thanks so much!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა Im so happy you appreciate my work!! TYSM FOR CHECKING IN ON ME AHH 𐙚

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

4/8/2024 eclipse notes

Overall it was a hopeful day for me despite the ever-looming sense of mourning. but the eclipse made it feel special. this eclipse was so mathematically rare because of the exact EXACT chiron conjunction. down to the minute. never experienced something so precise in my 15 yrs observing astrology.. i lit a candle for sammy & spent a while praying then did yoga n journalled outside as the eclipse waned. u couldnt see the full thing here but i saw a little ^.^

i've talked about chiron on the blog b4 but if ur not sure basically it's a major asteroid named after chiron the centaur, "The Wounded Healer". i feel that nickname sums up wat chiron's about, it's your deepest pain, isolation, rejection, & it's where your greatest potential to heal others (+yourself) can be brought forth. so chiron was turbo-activated today. it's digging up a lot of sh** for me truly. like this is rly crazy. but what i realized today is that i'm in the best place i've ever been to grieve, that was my eclipse revelation i spose.

and this is the most painful loss i have experienced in a loooong long time bcus this was someone i spoke to basically every day for the past year. but even then, i feel sm more equipped to get thru it , even if i feel rly quiet rn & not like myself, i kno it'll pass & i'll feel like i can be normal again. dnt feel much like posting rn but i'll get back to it eventually cus sammy rly loved my blog like sincerely i never felt embarrassed that he read my posts. although i do feel this is causing me another minor crisis over internet usage & how to exist online, i know i have to keep posting for sammy P..

yeah ahh the sadness comes in waves but im really glad i am where i am rn to process it all. it's weird to know this will impact my whole life going forward. it makes me think back to sain;t's death and how that changed the course of everything. except back then i was in the WORST environment to cope with it. it's so different now. saint's full name was saint chiron too !! so i always think of them when new chiron sky theatrics are happening. i'm like Awww Saint Wouldve loved writing a 10 paragraph introspective post about this ...They trained me in this manner :>

couldnt resist a late night ramble as i am ever so restless. tomorrow i have therapy for the first time since the day before denji ate a ziploc bag and got emergency surgery. i think that was like 3? weeks ago?? so basically i'm convinced time isnt real anymore because there's no way it hasn't been 3 months. rapid fire trauma lol o_o like please wonderful lord in heaven can we just pick, a struggle , one single struggle is enough. tysm. thats all for now.. trying not to scroll the dash because everything make me feel too crazy rn so pls dont think im ignoring u everyone Ok ilu.. gn

[feligayzed]

um um yeah check in! small snippet i thought would be good 2 share for progress ^_^ ive actually been having a blast making this & i have SOOO many notes to put about this when im done for all my thoughts i couldnt put into the fic

i just want to say TYSM FOR LETTING ME DO THIS!! im like actually so excited and like ahh AHH!!! ive been in writers block for an actual year and this. THIS broke me out ive been yapping to all my friends nonstop about how i get to write for a super awesome creator and its just all around been so cool and and umm yeah! ok now i need to get back to working ... yeah....

would you believe me if i said i was in a call with a friend when i saw this and they had to hear me bawl my fucking eyes out

because i did

OOOHHHHH MY GODDDDDDD I AM GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKING AGGRESSIVELY, YOU!!! YOU OHHH WHEN I CATCH YOU IT'S SO OVER- omg where do i even start, maybe with your writing style is so beautiful??? i'm already so invested and i WILL cry even more omg i really cant,,i am so ill SO ILL WAAH THEY HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD AND YOU WRITE THEM SO WELL I AM SOBBING SEND HELP- the image just this paragraph planted in my head, i know my stylus hates to see me coming with the way i won't be able to put it down

YOU'RE SO WELCOME?? HELLO??? THANK YOU, i am so honored to be the recipient of such awesomeness, and ngl im kind of in shock that this stupid gay au managed to break your block but AAH!! IM SO GLAD IT DID!!! BECAUSE THIS IS SO FIRE!!! oml trust you've been the topic of my yap sessions more than once, deadass you're inspiring me to keep drawing for this thing 😭HAH GET TRAPPED IN A CREATIVE TRADE OFFER IDIOT (i want your notes if youll let me at them oml give them to me give them to me)

so sorry for yelling at you, clearly i am very mentally stable about all this :3 BEST OF LUCK WRITING AND I CAN'T WAIT!!!

[atmymercy]

Omg, thankyou so much for such a sweet welcome hehe. Also, aww tysm for choosing me it means a lot to me.

Ahh exactly the way food can be so creative and unique still makes me surprised also well I'm from a different country but i can relate sm like yes McDonald's prices have indeed increased a lot for no reason like even the taste rn feels as if it's not worth the money..i feel there are so many better takeout options with a good prices and too that have more varieties and better than fast-food spots.

Okay so now coming to feedback honestly seeing the cards I was a bit taken back because there's literally a lot going on my life that's connected to my future and makes me very worried ngl. But when i got into the reading and realised it's just a completion of cycle and a shake before something good begins gave me a lot of relief like...phew..!!! I'll definitely embarce it with open arms and see it from a lot of different perspectives. Thankyou so much for your reading, it definitely gave me insight of the situation.

Hope you have amazing week ahead, thanku for always being so cheerful and welcoming. Whatever you've been giving is a lot and i can't help but be greatful. 🫶🏻🤍✨🧿

hello jasmine!

aww! thank you for participating in the giveaway and also for last month's special, honey! i really do appreciate all that work and effort! it's so sweet how much fun we have when we get together! lol

so true about mcds! it's not that tasty anymore for a seriously ridiculous price! lol plus i've been abstaining from mcds because of the palestine controversy as well. it's just not worth it anymore! my poor inner child has to live without it now! lol

oh good, honey! i'm so glad it helped because i have to admit i was still feeling a bit shaken up (you know why! we discussed it lol) so i was feeling a bit unsure when i did your reading but i knew it was just an illusion i had to face and honey, i knew i was willing to face that illusion for you! so i'm glad you're now willing to face what you need to do as well! i'm so glad this reading could help strengthen you! woot! because i know you helped strengthen me and now "everything is groovy" is what i heard! lolol too funny! it was fun facing this challenge with you, honey!

aww! you have an amazing week too, honey! absolutely my pleasure! i'm so glad we could connect over angel numbers together! that always feel so special and i hope you feel their presence as you face this! woot! thank you, honey! it means a lot that you appreciate my giving! i'm so grateful too!

love & light!

-tea

♡ message me for details/questions & to book a reading! ♡

[arkhammaid]

Just found the f!Charles fic you posted and straight up going feral over it. Can't wait to read the next chapter and see where it goes! Went also for a lil stroll on your AO3 profile and discovered you're also the author of the merc!Charles AU that d-e-s-t-r-o-y-e-d me and of the Oscar fic that made me become a fan of his? Your writing is super lovely and I love it so much! :D (Honestly tho, you know what I'd sell a kidney to read? A time travel fic where Charles goes back in time and still goes to Ferrari. I just jinxed myself and made it so that I have to write, haven't I?)

ahh tysm for your kind words, anon🤭🫶 i'm so glad so many people like my fics and my writing. i promise new chapters are coming soon but my exam phase is coming up, so it will take a bit.

and mercedes!charles has a special place in my heart... i left it a bit open, and the possibility of him going to ferrari the third round actually exists (it's an existing draft with like 500ish words) but before i would even work on that, i would finish my fem!charles and time travel!oscar fics. followed by logan and max time traveling because i planned a whole series 😭

(and if you actually end up writing that fic, please do let me know 👀 i'm a sucker for any fics with time travel, i can never have enough. and tbh, i would have to do some research for the charles to ferrari fic because well... ferrari was/is a proper mess and i want to do it justice! (and charles if he would have the knowledge of his life not only once but twice))

[s4lmune]

Before I say anything I fully understand that you're probably like super busy and absolutely no pressure and take your time cause ik for a fact I don't work well under pressure (omg queen/ david bowie ref) anyways, when's chapter 4 coming out cause your fic is genuinely keeping me alive during my weeks of heavy exams😭 your writing is genuinely so good dude and tysm for the song analysis thing post on how they relate to the story and shi 😔‼️‼️ hope you're doing alright‼️

ahh thank you for your understanding (and for that banger reference, A+ for that)! i'm trying to get this chapter done asap but istg life is conspiring against me. i promise i really did try to keep my promise of weekly uploads, but last week was just so jampacked with tests and forms to fill out and life just generally being a little shithead that i couldn't find the time to just sit down and write, which i do sincerely apologize for :,) i was also hit with a pretty bad case of writers block, but writing the song analysis post helped me get over that slump for the most part (and im so glad you enjoyed it!!) so im back to writing now! as of posting this, the current wc of chapter 4 is ~4k, so i should be able to wrap up writing soon and after checking it over once or twice it'll be up! i'm hoping i'll be done with everything by tomorrow, and i think i'll be able to keep that promise, but just in case, i'll let you know if anything changes!

thank you again for this question and for being so nice and patient with me :,,) if i was you and an author didn't post a chapter on time i'd be at their house with a pitchfork demanding they release the chapter from the confines of their drafts. good news though, school is out after this week so i will have all the time in the world to write! yippee!!

(and as a special treat for you, i'll be posting the official chapter update thingy with an excerpt from the chapter today. i hope you like it and lmk what you think!! <3)

[museaway]

hello!! *rolling numbers over* 2, 14, 20? 👀 (thank you for this btw! best set of questions ever ♡)

ahh yay i'm so glad you like them! tysm for the ask

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

the first time I encountered my nu:c rarepair via a convincing piece of art by Nim that is now offline, I had to take a moment because I couldn't STAND one of the two characters back then. but the artist's headcanon that they'd get together because of a business deal stuck in my head.

I have since written 15 fics with that ship, beginning with one inspired by the art, and the aforementioned character is my other favorite.

the ship that always makes you smile

my first best OTP is Clex from Smallville!

your very first fandom!

I hail from the HP fandom circa 2001 on fanfiction.net + Yahoo! groups

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[hoshigray]

Hi Hoshi Woshi!! I think I forgot to send my asks lmao but !!! Wow your new theme's so pretty 💚😇😇 You and Vegas always have the cutest matching themes I find it so adorable <3 <3 no one does it like you guys! ahh the guy she was Interested in is such a good manga- the art show is so unique and pops out so good

I've been doing okay tho! I recently visited turkey to see my a family friend's wedding and it’s been fun! I went horseback riding too so i can scratch that off my bucket list :DD what about you? do you have a bucket list? or at least … five things you wanna do in your life at some point? Ciaooooo

— california anon 💚💚

CALIIII BABYYYYY 😢😢 I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU, MISSED YOU LOTS HON!!! Awwww tysm, glad you think so 🤧💚🖤💚🖤 me and my wifey know how to do the theme game every time 💘 and YES, The Guy She Was Interested is so good, I'm happy that Arai is expanding on their Yuri characters bc I knew of them from Twitter back from their old art. I hope with the popularity of this manga that they'll go back to their old pairings and make a series for them as well 🫶🏾🩷🩷

Omg, a trip to Turkeyyy!?!? 🇹🇷 no wonder I haven't heard from you, too busy having the time of your life!! I hope the wedding was wonderful and wish the happy couple all the best in their new chapter 🥹💗 oh my, horseback riding sounds fun, you're such a lucky ducky!!! And yes, I do have a bucket list (although I need to write them down, lmao). Hmmm, the five things in that list are travel to at least one country per continent (minus Antarctica lol), visit or see Mt. Kilimanjaro, speak 10 languages, own a beach house, and see Great Whites at Guadelupe Island :33

[taegularities]

hi! I'm really sorry if this comes out as awkward or like really out of the blue, but I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate you writing and consistently posting stuff, and being excited about sharing your works with your fans. being one such fan myself, I am so glad to have found you during my tumblr phase (I think it's more than a phase now, lmao). if I was reading a book and a notification of you posting popped up on my phone, I'd leave whatever I was reading to read your stories. I'm mostly a silent reader, and I don't interact much, but I can't begin to tell you how much joy your writing has given me. I can't even explain it in words, your writing inspires me so much that I started writing as well :). picked up that novel I left a year ago, and it's kinda progressing(?). I'm sure you're a busy person, but you having the time to reply to your readers and posting consistently really shows how dedicated you are. I'm not saying that if you decided not to, it means your not dedicated, taking a break is important as well, but I have come to really appreciate and admire how you take the time to do so.

over jeweled hills was the first fic that I read from this blog, and safe so say, I was hooked from the very first sentence I read from that story. I couldn't help myself but go through your master list, and it was truly a wonderful experience. I love your writing style and your plots and everything, because of how beautifully it is put.

also, that yjhd fic that you wrote like two years ago? a thousand reasons why - that one? I have been building the courage to say something to you ever since you posted that. yjhd was a childhood favorite of mine, lmao. the soundtrack is still present in almost every one of my playlists. when I read your fic about it, I just felt so nostalgic. you wrote it so well, and I went to watch it again after eight long years. since I was young back then, I didn't understand bunny at all. but after reading your fic and watching it again, it made me reconsider what I felt about him, and really just changed my perspective. everything about that fic was just so perfect. the relationships in between the characters, the chemistry, the reunion with reader and jungkook, everything.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to make this a long ask, but you're just so wonderful, really. thank you so much for all that you write. maybe it's just a hobby of yours, but I'd like to remind you that it brings a lot of us comfort. thank you.

this is not awkward at all… oh gosh, this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, are you kidding 🥺 and i don't mind this being long, i'm gushinnngggg :(( woah, you read over jeweled hills? it's been so long that i even thought of that one, i'm so happy you liked it!! 😭 and ahh atrw :( it's my favourite movie as well, and i tried my best to capture the emotions well, so i'm truly flattered you liked it so much and that it could help you understand the characters better wow what the heck :(( seriously, tysm for being here and sticking around.

i'm so glad you found your way here, too, and i appreciate it to bits that you reached out despite usually being a silent reader. and also like… you put your novels aside to read my stuff? goddd, can i give you a tight hug fr, love, like 😭 and it's super fkn cool that you started writing and that it's progressing, too!! i hope you've been having fun with it 🥺 no honestly, thank you so so much. i don't even have the words to express my gratitude lol like idk what to say except tysm 😭 i know writing to someone can be difficult and intimidating at times, but if you ever want to talk or reach out again, i'll be here 🫂🥺 love you!!!! 🤍

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IM SO GLAD I FINALLY FOUND A VOCALOID SMUT PAGE IM SO EXIDED!!! anyways, i was wondering if you might be able to do a luka x miku fic with overstim and maybe bondage? (if your comfortable ofc!!!) no need to rush and i understand if you if you cant fufill this request! AND TYSM!!

Done and done! Sorry it took so long! Hope ya like it!

Luka x Miku - Overstimulation + Bondage (also vibrators as a bonus)

Miku writhed against her restraints, her tongue lolling as she struggled to endure the lewd, pleasure-filled buzzing against her clit. She had never really been a fan of the idea of getting tied up... well, until she tried it that is. The feeling of being bound and helpless while a lover played with her was something entirely new for the teal-haired idol, and one she was more than willing to get used to.

Luka, on the other hand, had always loved the look on her partner's face when she toyed with them, relishing in every little whine, whimper, and moan that came from her beloved's lips. This time was no different. In fact, it may have just been better. With Miku restrained like this, there were so many ways Luka could do things to her without actually having to touch her. All she had to do was watch, listen, tease, and occasionally press a button to toy with her even more.

The teal-haired girl then cried out, her back arching as the vibrator inside her whirred faster and louder, squirming in place as she pressed her thighs down around the toy with a whimper. "L-Luka! Please! I- nnh~! !" Miku whined, her hips bucking up into the air in desperate need of release. "S-So close! Can't- Aah~ t-take it any more! Need you so badly! P-Please!" She gasped, panting heavily as her fingers curled tightly around the bedsheets, arms tugging at her restraints as she babbled incoherently.

"Mmm..." Luka hummed lowly, slowly walking closer before lightly cupping her chin. "You're so cute like this..." The pinkette whispered softly, leaning down and pressing their lips together in a kiss. Their tongues rolled lazily across each other's, the soft moans escaping Luka's mouth sending shivers down Miku's spine as their lips moved apart. Luka then upped the vibrator's intensity once more, smirking as Miku found herself just barely unable to reach climax. "Just a little longer, sweetheart." She murmured before kissing her again, growing bolder and moving onto her neck. She nibbled at the teal-haired girl's skin affectionately, smiling as Miku whined and whimpered like a dog in heat in her loving embrace.

"Hahh! Haah! L-Luka~!" Miku mewled, body trembling as the teasing continued. It wasn't long before she felt herself getting closer, the pleasure building with every passing second. "Luka! Oh god- I-I'm so close! Ahhh! Please~!" She whimpered, tensing up as her orgasm got closer and closer, before finally hitting her like a truck. "AHH- AAAAHHH~!!!" Miku let out an ear-piercing scream as she came, her eyes rolling back as she arched her back with a cry of pleasure, yet Luka didn't relent, and neither did the buzzing of the vubrator.

"Nn... haah~" Miku panted, shuddering as she struggled to deal with the intense pleasure, her body still quivering slightly from the powerful release. Her writhing and squirming only intensifying as she tugged against the restraints. "L-Luka- t-too much- nngh..." Miku struggled to protest, her mind clouded with pleasure as she was quickly overwhelmed. "Ahh! Guh- Hah... aaah..." The teal-haired girl moaned, biting her lip as she fought to keep from moaning, it was far too much, but it felt so good.

Luka then nuzzled her affectionately, smiling as the smaller girl looked up at her with a pleading gaze. "Such a good girl..." She chuckled as those four little words seemed to send Miku even closer to the edge, before lightly rubbing herself against her thigh, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure. "Don't cum until I do, okay?" She whispered an order gently, leaning down and giving the teal-haired girl another kiss.

Miku nodded weakly, her voice catching as she spoke. "Y-Yes... please..." She breathed, her loving eyes gazing up at Luka, who smiled affectionately back down at her, still grinding herself against Miku's thigh, and letting the vibrator continue to buzz inside her. The continued stimulation was driving Miku insane, the pleasure not fading but instead increasing in intensity as Luka kept up her teasing, prompting the smaller girl to lose control. "Ahhh~! L-Luka! Please! I can't take it anymore! P-Please let me cum! Please!" She begged breathlessly, her hands fumbling with the restraints above her head, trying her best to get free so she could touch herself properly.

Luka merely grabbed her restraints roughly, keeping Miku pinned down beneath her. "S-Stay." She spoke in an attempt at a dark tone that overlapped with her own shaky breath of pleasure, and caused Miku to let out a choked gasp. It was too much.

"LUKA! C-CAN'T-! C-CUMMING-! L-LUKAAAAAAA~!!!!!!" Miku wailed in pleasure, her whole body tensing up as she orgasmed yet again. Luka then followed shortly after, crying out in pleasure, before pulling away and yet, the buzzing continued nonetheless. Miku then looked up at her, her voice strained as she looked up at Luka. "T-Too much... p-please..."

Luka merely smirked. "Sorry, Miku. You didn't obey me like a good girl, which means I have to punish you." She then casually checked the lights on the remote, giggling mischievously. "About an hour left on battery life, huh? Sounds like enough time for you to learn your lesson." She then casually began walking towards the bedroom door, only to pause. "Oh, and one more thing." She gave Miku one last smug grin, "If you need to cum, you can, just make sure to scream loud enough for me to hear it. Okay? Love ya, bye!"

"L-Luka! W-Wait- AAAAH~!" Miku cried out as Luka set the vibrator to max before cheerfully skipping away, leaving the teal-haired girl to mutter angrily to herself through lustful pants and lewd moans. She was totally gonna get her back for leaving her alone like this... but... this was nice too, she supposed.

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ahh i finally managed to get some time to read this and wow wow wow, im so glad that you finally find something to write and you should be proud about it !!! i love this pairing but mostly, all the dark mystery atmosphere of this fic, was so well written and feels authentic !!! the writings 😫😫‼️ the 5k of words were so easy to read that i wish it was longer but tysm for this great work !! house arrest!rafe is sooooo, i just can't name it but the way he's begging arghhhh

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. — all the lines of this paragraph are just heaven

“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.” — « i can take Care of you » I'm dying

“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.’ — « so beautiful, my angel. » arghhh, give it to me. That's m'y man 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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. — this is beautiful. you have such a way with words, nat !!!

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.  — the last line ✨

i will definitly re-read it bc i really loved the story 🙏🏿 i didn't pin every paragraphs that i liked but some really hit hard

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 if 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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