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222col · 2 hours ago

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— AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?

fawn!reader x rafe cameron

summary: the camerons were new to town, but your father had sworn you away from rafe. only when your compulsions grow to hard to ignore during your father's service one sunday, do you finally meet the real rafe cameron

cw .ᐟ cannibalism, blood, gore, mentions of murder, religious themes, mentions of vomit

02. — AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?

he scared you more than anything ever had. more than your own compulsions, more than your own terrible acts. you'd been scared your whole life, of being caught, being discovered as you lived. but nothing could have prepared you for the fear you felt of him.

from the day you fed on him, unaware of the terror you were putting yourself in. a quiet girl forced to teach him the ways of eating, a lonely girl put into a position of want. but despite his desperate kisses, you were still unsure of his true desires.

rafe wanted an escape, a reason to be the way he was. you were giving him that. you were giving him an excuse to kill. if he could become like you, an eater, he could live with his want. he could learn to feel no guilt, though it was rare he ever did.

your true compulsions weren't to be learnt, impossible to be taught. to you, they were a birthright. a behaviour you could not unlearn or go without. you were unable to go hungry, couldn't live without feeding. it was more than an addiction, more than life itself. your life was ran by god, and your compulsions. like food and water.

it became an almost partnership. rafe did the dirty work, and you ate. in some ways, it worked. you fed without guilt of murder, like a child being given it's meal without work. he provided for you in that way, and asked your teaching in return.

you tried, to teach him. but how do you teach something that comes so natural? how do you teach a bird without wings to fly?

rafe was more committed than you. he ate, and ate, until he made himself sick. sometimes he couldn't even watch you, sometimes instinct kicked in and he'd puke at just the sight of you feeding. those days were hardest on you.

he let you continue your rituals, lay your wildflowers, bathe in the lake. started driving you out of town of a night, when the need became too strong. found victims worth killing, by his standards.

rafe never cried when he killed. but he sobbed every time he ate.

like a child, he sobbed. into your blood stained clothes, inhaling the scent of you and the blood of whom you just ate. clutching at the fabric around your body like he'd die if you let go of him.

you grew to like rafe. in those moments. when he was vulnerable. you laid in bed at night, after praying for forgiveness, dreaming of a life with him. thinking how it would look, without your compulsions, without his perversions.

within a few months, rafe's kill count had jumped from three to seven. the amount you were eating was increasing, only forcing your hunger to grow stronger between meals.

he could tell somehow, when you were. always knew to pick you up that night and drive you out of town. he was learning not only your compulsions, but you. how to be you, how to know you, how to love you.

the metallic smell lingers on your clothes, the white dress stained from the chest down. the droplets sticking to his mouth, cigarette between his teeth as he continues the drive back to town. the radio on low, the tension louder than anything else.

"am i making you feel sick?"

his heartbeat races at your question. he wants to lie. wants to make you feel better. he doesn't want you to tell him that you have to stop. he can't tell you the truth, you'll leave.

"no." he whispers, hand draping out the window as he flicks the ash from the cigarette. the lie creeps in the air, bites at you more than the cold wind. the scar on his shoulder peaks out below his tank, the constant reminder of who you are. how this started. what you could do. "you're not."

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222col · 7 hours ago

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ALL EYES ON YOU.

summary: Rafe and you are in a non-exclusive relationship, yes—but Rafe’s favorite secret? Watching you get fucked by someone else. When you ask JJ Maybank to be that someone, the night turns into slow, messy, voyeuristic heat none of you forget.

pairing: rafe cameron x afab!reader x jj maybank.

cw: +18. mdni. 3.1k words. cuckolding (rafe). voyeurism. exhibitionism. cowgirl position. unprotected piv. fingering. nipple play. messy makeout. multiple rounds. mmf threesome dynamic. jerking off. slow sex. multiple orgasms. dirty talk (encouragement, praise, a bit of degrading language). open relationship. healthy communication. emotional vulnerability. intimacy beyond sex (aftercare, water, cuddling, affirming each other).

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You’re the kind of girl that takes her time.

That’s something Rafe likes about you, even if you’re not his girl. Not really. Never officially. You belong to yourself—he knows that, respects it. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get off on watching you enjoy yourself when you’re supposed to be with him. Especially like this.

Especially when JJ Maybank’s standing at the edge of Rafe’s bed, hoodie half-off his frame, looking at you like he’s not sure this is real. Like this is just a fucked-up joke again.

“You’re serious?” JJ’s voice is rough, thick with disbelief. “Like… you really want me to fuck you?”

You’re kneeling on the bed, one palm pressed behind you for balance, the other tracing a teasing little line over the curve of your inner thigh. Just above the waistband of your panties. Your dress is already pooled around your waist with your bra still on. Eyes bright, skin warm under the soft yellow lighting.

You glance toward the armchair across the room.

Rafe is sunk deep into it, legs spread wide, one arm slung lazy over the side, the other bringing a blunt to his lips. Smoke curls in the air as he exhales. His gaze is molten, all heat and calculation.

“She asked you a question,” Rafe mutters, voice smooth. “And I said yes.”

JJ’s brows twitch. “Didn’t know you were into that shit, Cameron.”

“I’m into her,” Rafe says. Then grins. “And watching her get ruined.”

You laugh—slow and sweet like molasses—as you hook your fingers into your panties and start sliding them down your legs.

“C’mon, JJ. You’re not scared, are you?”

JJ blinks like he’s snapping out of a dream. “Fuck no.”

He shrugs off the hoodie, steps out of his shoes but slowly. Because he’d hate to appear too eager. There’s a slow moment where you’re both just looking at each other—your bare thighs parting on the expensive duvet, his knuckles twitching at his sides.

“You can touch me,” you murmur. “If you wanna make me feel good, you should.”

Rafe shifts in his seat as JJ climbs onto the bed.

He doesn’t say anything—just watches, the blunt glows again between his fingers.

JJ’s hands are rougher than Rafe’s. Less manicured. He cups your jaw, leans in, kisses you like he’s been holding it in forever. There’s no hesitation, no easing in. He groans into your mouth when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down with you.

Rafe is exhaling slow.

The way your mouth moves against JJ’s—sloppy, wet, hungry—has him tightening his grip on the armrest. You make the messiest noises when you’re turned on, and you know exactly how close Rafe is watching.

You tilt your head and let JJ lick into you, your hips grinding slow against his thigh as he presses between your legs. “You’re fuckin’ soaked already,” JJ mumbles, breath hitching against your neck.

“She gets off on being watched,” Rafe supplies lazily. “Especially when it’s me.”

JJ lifts his head. “That true?”

You hum, guiding his hand down between your thighs. “Guess you’ll see.”

He touches you like he means it. Like he wants you to feel everything. One finger—then two—sliding through your folds, circling your clit in lazy, slick motions. Your back arches. Rafe grunts low as you roll your hips into JJ’s hand, your body greedy for more.

“Shit,” JJ mutters. “You’re unreal.”

Your breath catches. “Yeah? Sure you like it already.”

You pull your dress over your head, toss it somewhere to the side before unclasping your bra. Your bare chest is on full display now—nipples perked and aching. JJ ducks down to mouth at one, tongue flicking over the bud, sucking just hard enough to make you gasp.

“Fuck—JJ—”

Rafe’s watching everything. Silent now. Just the sound of his slow inhale, the drag of his fist over denim. You turn your head toward him while JJ licks across your chest. “You like this?” you whisper to Rafe, voice thick with arousal. “You like watching someone else play with what’s not even yours?”

Rafe groans around the blunt. “You’re so fuckin’ dirty.”

One finger, two fingers rubbing against your entrance before they slip into you and JJ curses under his breath at how warm you are on his digits. You can’t help but smile at this.

JJ lets you guide him back with a kiss, your mouths hot and sloppy again. His fingers fuck into you with a wet rhythm, curling just right. Your thighs tremble and you moan directly into his mouth. You almost forget about everything else.

Rafe’s hand is palming over his jeans now, not even trying to hide it. His eyes burn into your body to search for every little reaction you have. A shiver, a tremble, a curse escaping your lips.

You reach for JJ’s waistband, pop the button. He lets you pull his cock free, already hard and flushed at the tip. You don’t compare but he’s different from Rafe and that’s something you appreciate in silence.

“Lay back,” you command softly.

JJ does.

You swing a leg over him, settling on top. One hand on his chest for balance, the other wrapping around his length. He twitches in your grip when you rub his tip with your thumb. You can feel his hips jerking up, almost as if to feel you more, to have more.

“Fuck—go slow,” JJ mutters. “Don’t wanna bust already.” You laugh again, grinding your slick folds over the head of his cock, your hips grinding down. You can feel it against your clit, just the right amount that makes you wish you could go harder. But you want to make it last.

“You gonna let me ride you while he watches?” you whisper, voice saccharine. “While Rafe jerks off in the chair?”

JJ swears under his breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I want that.” It’s not even about being watched anymore; it’s about you. Rafe’s eyes lowers to the movement, licking his lips that are starting to get dry from the blunt he is smoking.

Your hand moves to grab his length again to angle it toward your folds and you finally sink down, slow, taking every inch. Both men groan at the same time.

You’ve never felt so full—so seen.

Rafe’s hand is in his pants now, working his cock as you start to ride. Slow at first, letting yourself stretch and adjust, your hips rising and falling. JJ is gripping your thighs like he’s barely holding it together.

“Holy fuck, God—”

You roll your hips just right. The rhythm starts to build. A deep grind. Sensual. Meant for being watched. Not too much but just enough for JJ to feel it.

And Rafe—he’s transfixed.

Eyes locked on the way you bounce in JJ’s lap, how your tits move with each thrust. His palm drags slowly over his cock, blunt smoldering in the ashtray now. His thumb rubs over the head of his flushed cock, lips parted that almost want to let moans out.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like this,” Rafe murmurs, barely audible.

JJ leans up to catch your nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard as you rock forward. You gasp, thread your fingers into his hair. The friction is building—your clit grinding against his pelvis, his cock hitting all the right spots when you clench around him.

“Touch yourself,” you tell Rafe, turning your head to look at him. He’s already doing it, but your voice makes him squeeze tighter, stroke faster, head rolling to show his throat. “Look at me,” you pant. “Look what you’re missing.”

Rafe groans through his teeth. “You’re such a fuckin’ tease.”

You smirk because it’s true; and yet, you know he loves it. This is what Rafe likes, this is what Rafe wants. But the pleasure’s mounting now—JJ’s thrusting up to meet you, hands guiding your hips down on his cock, your nails raking down his chest and tugging on his hair.

“Gonna come,” you whisper, dazed. “Fuck—Rafe—I’m gonna come on his cock.” You say when JJ’s tip hits the spongy spot inside you multiple times, angling in the perfect way to make you see stars and white clouds. It makes your bouncing frantic, uncoordinated.

Rafe’s mouth drops open, his fist moving fast now.

JJ grips your hips. “Come for me, babe. Show him how good I make you feel.”

It hits like a wave—sharp, sweet, overwhelming. You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, body tightening around JJ’s cock. Your thighs quake. Your breath shatters. Your eyes close tightly. Your body almost falls over while JJ keeps his hands on your hips.

And Rafe?

He’s moaning as he comes in his own hand, eyes locked on you, lips parted in awe. It’s perhaps the best alone orgasm he ever had, he can’t even deny that. His hand is coated in sperm, sticky and he’s breathless.

You collapse forward on JJ’s chest finally, shivering.

JJ’s still hard.

“Still need me to finish,” he mutters, breathless, brushing your hair away from your face to look at you. He talks in a way that is more a question – “Can I keep going?” You shift, slow, grinding into him again.

“I’ve got more in me.”

Rafe watches round two with his hands still in his jeans and his cock starting to get hard again. Watches as JJ flip you over, stretch you out beneath him. Watches as you beg for more—messy kisses, spit-slick nipples, teeth dragging over your throat.

He lights another blunt, his eyes don't miss a second.

JJ’s panting above you, skin damp and flushed, his cock still buried deep inside you as you both come down from that last high; even though you were the only one having an orgasm yet. You’re stretched and soaked and sensitive, your lips swollen from all the kissing and teeth.

You lie there for a second, catching your breath, watching the ceiling swirl above you from the afterglow. You feel JJ’s hand smooth over your waist like you’re fragile.

And then you hear Rafe shift.

His boots land heavy on the rug as he stands from the chair, a soft creak of the frame left behind. You blink over at him just as he approaches the bed, blunt smoldering between two fingers.

“Was gonna just watch,” Rafe says, voice low, hoarse from smoke and restraint. “But you looked too fuckin’ pretty not to touch.” You can hear the honesty in his voice.

You smile, dazed, wrecked. “Did I?”

He sits on the edge of the mattress beside you, one knee pressing into the soft comforter, eyes flicking over your chest, your neck, your spit-slick lips. His gaze is softer now—still hot, but reverent like he never saw someone as beautiful and free as you.

JJ slows his movements above you, cock still sheathed inside as he rests on his elbows. “You want me to stop?” He asks both you and Rafe. But Rafe shakes his head. “Nah. Keep going.” Then glances down at you. “You okay, baby?”

You nod slowly. “I want it slower.”

JJ leans down, presses a soft kiss to your jaw. “I got you.”

He starts to move again—this time with purpose, control. Long, deep strokes. Each thrust makes you gasp, moan, whimper. It’s different now. Less frenzied. Like he’s taking all his time with you. Like you’re something he’s savoring.

Rafe leans in. His blunt rests in the ashtray nearby, fingers now free to trail up your ribs, slow and careful. He bends down and kisses your collarbone, open-mouthed and lingering before this lips press open-mouth kisses against your chest.

Your breath hitches. “Fuck,” you whisper.

JJ groans into your throat. “She’s so tight still.”

“She’s perfect,” Rafe murmurs, kissing his way up. “A fucking dream.”

When Rafe finally kisses you, it’s slow—slow enough to make you dizzy again. His mouth tastes like smoke and lust and something only you ever get from him. His tongue moves with yours in lazy circles, lips slanting over yours like he’s trying to memorize every sound you make. And you’re making a lot of them.

Because JJ is still fucking you through it all—sliding in deep, pressing his hips against yours until your clit catches just right on each thrust. You moan into Rafe’s mouth, and Rafe moans back, like it’s his cock inside you.

“That’s it,” Rafe whispers, brushing hair from your face. “You’re taking it so good.”

JJ growls. “If only you could feel how she squeezes when you talk like that.”

“I feel everything,” Rafe says, watching your face. “She lets me see it all.”

You whimper as JJ rolls his hips again—deeper this time. Your thighs twitch, toes curling in the sheets. One of Rafe’s hands finds your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple in lazy circles. He leans down and licks it, then sucks slow until your hips jerk against JJ’s. “I’m gonna come,” you whisper.

JJ picks up the pace just slightly. “Give it to me.”

Rafe’s kissing you again, hand cupping your jaw while the other tweaks your nipple just right. He breathes into your mouth:

“Come on, baby. Let him feel it.”

You shatter at his words.

Your orgasm builds slowly but crashes hard—every nerve lit, your body trembling beneath JJ, wrapped up in Rafe’s mouth and voice and smell. You’re crying out, babbling something neither of them can understand, and they don’t need to. You can’t help but clench around JJ’s cock, muscles twitching, back arching.

JJ grits his teeth. “Fuck—I’m close—”

Rafe grabs your hand and brings it between JJ’s thighs. “Finish him, baby, come on.”

You stroke JJ as pulls out of your warmth, your palm wet from your own slick and his precum. It doesn’t take long. JJ groans loud, hips stuttering, face buried in your shoulder as he spills on your stomach, painting it white; his cock pulsing with each wave.

When it’s over, everything goes still.

You’re caught between two bodies—Rafe leaning in to kiss your temple, and JJ pulls aways from you gently, your thighs still quivering from the orgasm you had. There’s a moment where no one says anything. Just breathing. Just the quiet. Then Rafe murmurs, low: “You’re gonna ruin me, baby.”

You smile, boneless. “You already let me.”

JJ’s already off the bed, tugging his boxers back up, shirt forgotten somewhere on the floor. He’s not sure if he should stay naked, even after that. His hair’s a mess, lips swollen, chest flushed red. But his eyes keep coming back to you—wrecked and still spread out on Rafe’s sheets like a fever dream.

“You okay?” he asks gently, voice more careful than before. “I didn’t push too far?”

Rafe moves away from the bed when you talk to JJ about how you feel, his brain already thinking about how to make you relax now. “No, you didn’t, I’m alright.” You tell the boy, smiling as rafe comes back with a warm damp cloth and starts to clean you up with gentle touches. “Yeah, she’s alright. Aren’t you, baby?” He says.

You nod, slow and soft, fingers curled loosely into the sheets. “I feel floaty,” you admit. JJ gives a breathy little laugh. “Yeah, no shit. You look floaty.”

“I’m serious,” you murmur, voice barely there. “That was... I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Rafe presses the cloth a little gentler, wiping away JJ’s spend on your stomach and your slick, like it’s something sacred. He kisses your inner thigh when he finishes. Then your hip. Then your stomach.

“I’ll get you water,” he says, standing again and disappearing into the hallway.

You’re left with JJ, the room dim and humming with the weight of what just happened. JJ rubs the back of his neck and sits at the foot of the bed, glancing back at you when you sit up and grabs an oversized shirt Rafe keeps under his pillow. “So,” he starts, a little sheepish. “That was kinda crazy, huh?”

You smile at him, slow and warm, covered again. “You didn’t expect it?”

JJ huffs. “Thought it was a trap at first. You call me up, say you want me to fuck you, tell me Rafe’s gonna watch—I figured it was some messed-up Cameron mind game.”

“It wasn’t.”

“I know that now,” he says. Then his voice softens. “You weren’t fucking around. You meant it. Every second.”

“I did.” He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time—past all the teasing, past the way you ride and moan and beg to be seen. He sees you now. Honest. Spent. Glowing. Probably just how Rafe sees you.

“It was good?” JJ asks, quieter.

You reach down and touch his hand. “It was incredible.” Rafe returns with two glasses of water and a hoodie he tosses over your shoulders. He presses one glass into your hands and brushes your hair back with careful fingers while he gives the other to JJ.

“Drink up for me, baby.” He tells you.

You do. JJ steadies you with one arm while Rafe helps you sip the water. Your throat’s dry from all the moaning and panting. Every swallow helps ground you. “You’re quiet,” you say to Rafe between sips.

He sits beside you now, one leg pulled up onto the mattress, watching you like you’re made of glass and fire both. “Just letting you breathe.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t peg you for the cuddly type, Cameron.” Rafe smirks. “Only for her.”

You snort. “You love it.”

“I love seeing you like that,” Rafe murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek. “Watching you take him… fuck, baby, you were so beautiful.” JJ whistles low. “You ever get jealous?” Rafe shrugs. “Used to. Not anymore.”

JJ blinks. “Really?”

“She doesn’t belong to me,” Rafe says simply. “She chooses me. That’s better than owning.” You meet his eyes then—open, raw. “You’ve always let me be free.”

“And I always will.”

JJ’s looking between the two of you now, lips quirking. “You guys are weird.”

“Jealous?” you tease, nudging him with your foot. “A little,” he admits. “But… I get it.”

“You okay?” you ask him. “I don’t want this to mess anything up.” JJ leans back on his elbows. “Honestly? I think that was the most honest sex I’ve had in a long time.”

You tilt your head. “Because Rafe was watching?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Because I didn’t have to pretend. You wanted it. He wanted it. Nobody was hiding anything.” There’s a long pause—comfortable. Then you say, softly, “I don’t know what this is. But I know I liked it.”

JJ smiles. “Me too.”

Rafe nods, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his chest before covering you with the blanket of his bed. “We can talk more about what it means. Later. But don’t expect this to happen all the time, Maybank.”

You exhale into his shirt, heart beating calm now. JJ lies back beside you and shrugs to Rafe, his fingers brushing yours under the blanket.

And for the first time that night, you’re not just being watched.

You’re being held.

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