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[vampstarkey]

✩ Just for One Night 🌙

-Masterlist-

♱ Summary: Rafe surprises you by preparing a different and peaceful night in the car trunk, with a mattress, blankets, and a view of the sky.

♱ Note: First time writing fluff Rafe, sorry if it’s not that good.

He seemed different that night. There was something calmer about his posture, as if, for some unknown reason, he had left part of his excesses and restlessness at home. He didn’t even seem like the same Rafe as always.

“Come here.” He called, opening the car trunk with a brief gesture.

What you saw there was a surprisingly well-done improvisation. A mattress leaned against the back, blankets tossed in an almost organized way, and a few pillows, forming a space that, in a way, even looked cozy. Above all, the clear sky, filled with stars, served as the backdrop for it all.

“What is this, Rafe?” The question came with laughter, more surprise than anything else.

“A decent hangout… for a change.” He replied, shoving his hands into his pockets like someone who felt slightly uncomfortable for, perhaps for the first time, doing something that went against his own nature. “You’re always complaining that I only drag you into trouble… so I figured… I don’t know.”

You crossed your arms, unable to hide the amusement. “You planned this?”

He looked away, taking a deep breath, clearly struggling against his own pride. “Don’t spread it around, okay? I’ll lose my reputation.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary. There was a strange calm there, something that didn’t quite fit the boy who usually carried the entire world on his shoulders like a ticking bomb.

You sat on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to your legs. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?” He asked, throwing himself down next to you, hands behind his head, staring fixedly at the sky.

“Like this… cute.”

He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hold back a brief smile. “Don’t get used to it, okay? This… it’s just for tonight.”

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. Only the sound of the wind, the distant waves, and your own breathing filled the space. Until, almost timidly, Rafe’s fingers searched for yours, holding your hand carefully, as if that was somehow a risky gesture.

“I...” His voice came out softer than usual, almost hesitant. “I know I can be… difficult. I know that. But when I’m with you… it feels like I can be different. Better, maybe.”

She looked at him, her expression a mix of surprise and tenderness. “You don’t have to be different. You just have to want to.”

His eyes found yours. And in that moment, there was no arrogance, no sarcasm, none of that shadowed gaze the world was used to seeing in him. For the first time, all that existed was vulnerability.

Rafe leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a few seconds. “Just tonight. I promise that, just for tonight, I’ll try to be different.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be just tonight.” You replied, gently squeezing his hand.

And then, he smiled. Not that cynical smile, nor the defiant one. But a genuine, honest smile, as if, for a brief moment, he truly believed he could be someone better.

And for the first time, Rafe Cameron didn’t seem like the broken boy everyone insisted on seeing. At least, not while he was by your side.

[vampstarkey]

OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED

[vampstarkey]

Hey beautiful girl, Can you do one where rafe eats pussy but doesn't stop when she reaches her climax? Thanks pretty 😽

warnings: smut, pussy eating, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, fingering

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

you don’t know when it shifted, when sweet turned into filthy—when the gentle brush of rafe’s mouth over your thigh became something hungrier, more desperate, more ruthless.

maybe it was when you moaned his name for the third time. or maybe when your hips started grinding into his face like you didn’t care about anything else. either way, he’s got you now.

spread out on the bed, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair, eyes fluttering closed as he devours you.

“fuck, rafe,” you gasp, voice cracking under the weight of your release. “i—I’m coming—”

he knows. oh, he knows.

he feels the way your walls clench around nothing, how your thighs quake, how your belly jumps under his grip. but he doesn’t let up. doesn’t even slow down.

his tongue stays pressed to your clit, flicking and curling and circling with maddening, messy precision. one of his arms is looped under your thigh to keep you open, and the other—god, the other has two fingers stuffed inside you, curling deep, relentless.

you sob out something half-formed, writhing under him, but he just groans into your cunt, lips sticky with your slick.

“oh no,” he murmurs, voice muffled, filthy against your soaked pussy. “you don’t get to come and be done, sweetheart. not when you taste like this.”

he flicks his tongue faster, nose bumping your clit now, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips.

your hips jerk, overstimulated, nerves fried and still sparking. “r-rafe, I can’t—fuck, i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he mutters, pressing harder, fucking his fingers into you deeper. “you will. i’m not stopping ‘til this pretty pussy gives me everything.”

you cry out, thighs trying to snap shut, but he just groans, gripping tighter, spreading you wider, burying his mouth even deeper between your legs.

“look at you,” he pants, licking up your slit slowly, teasing. “squirming like a little slut, acting like you don’t love it.”

and he’s right—you do.

you’re soaked, dripping down your thighs, back arching with every flick of his tongue. and when he slips in a third finger and curls them just right—your body locks up.

your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

you scream for him, legs trembling violently as your hips roll helplessly against his mouth. and he moans into you, like he’s the one coming, like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you fall apart under him.

but still—he doesn’t stop.

“atta girl,” he breathes, mouth shiny, eyes dark. “give me another.”

your thighs are twitching now, the world white around the edges, and he’s already diving back in, hungry like he didn’t just make you come twice.

like he needs to ruin you a little more.

and you? god. you let him.

because it’s rafe.

and he always gets what he wants.

[vampstarkey]

ֹ ִ ♱𝅼 Uncontrolled

-MASTERLIST-

♱ Summary: Rafe is your stepbrother, the typical boy who always gets into trouble, surrounded by bad influences and impulsive decisions. But everything got worse when you started dating your first boyfriend; that day, something in him simply snapped. From that moment on, Rafe became more explosive, possessive and aggressive, dominated by the irrational jealousy he felt for his sweet and untouchable little sister.

♱ Warning: noncon? drug use, incest, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, head stomping, oral sex, ass slapping and cheating.

♱ note: I don't know what to say about this, but I put so much naughtiness in this fic that I think I'll meet all of you who liked it in hell LOL ( i love stepbrother rafe ) 🫣

The night was completely taken over by a storm, lightning cutting through the sky while heavy rain hammered the roof, filling the air with that constant, relentless sound. You had just gotten back from a date with your boyfriend, the smell of wet earth still clinging to your clothes, which were partially soaked despite the raincoat having spared you from the worst. Your damp boots left footprints on the floor as you walked to the small table by the door, dropping your keys with a hurried clink, not really caring.

You headed toward the living room, adjusting the collar of your coat, until your eyes widened at the utterly deplorable scene in front of you. Rafe was slouched on the couch, hunched over the coffee table, meticulously arranging white lines on a tray with an old card. Without wasting a second, he leaned over the powder and inhaled deeply, so focused on his addiction that he didn’t even notice your presence. “Fuck… this shit’s good,” he muttered to himself, throwing his body back, running a hand over his face, breathing heavily as if it were some kind of relief.

Your eyes rolled instantly in pure disapproval, and a knot of irritation tightened in your stomach. It didn’t take long for you to conclude that Ward and Rose were obviously not home. Only then would Rafe have the guts to pull something like this right in the middle of the living room, like it was no big deal, without caring who might show up.

With your hands resting on your hips, body stiff, your voice came out sharp, almost cutting “What the fuck, Rafe.” He jumped up from the couch, startled, staring at you with wide eyes and a flicker of nervousness in his voice. “Shit, girl, you scared the hell out of me.” In a hurry, he tried to cover the tray with a pillow, a pathetic and desperate attempt to hide what was already blatantly obvious.

“You really think I don’t know what you were doing, Rafe?” Your voice was firm, cutting, sharp as a razor. You weren’t stupid, you never had been. “That’s none of your business, Y/n,” he snapped back, now with that harsh, arrogant tone full of anger you knew all too well. That tone only came out when he was frustrated or pissed off about something.

I yanked the raincoat off my body and tossed it carelessly onto the couch, sighing loudly as I rolled my eyes. “Don’t pull that crap with me, Rafe. Dad would lose his mind if he caught you doing this shit here,” I shot back honestly, not even bothering to sugarcoat it because, frankly, it was the plain truth.

He let out a dry, mocking laugh, running a hand through his blond hair, completely unfazed. “Oh please… as if you cared. You don’t give a damn about anything… not even me,” he said in that careless tone, like he was just throwing words around. His words hit like a punch, and it took you a few seconds to process them, staring at him in disbelief.

As you got rid of the coat, Rafe, with that filthy, shameless look he never even tried to hide, finally noticed how your clothes clung to your body. The black t-shirt, now partly see-through from the rain, revealed way more than it should, and the tight, short white denim shorts seemed like pure provocation to his eyes even though you hadn’t intended it. But of course, being the complete bastard he was, he couldn’t just ignore it.

“You say that like it’s nothing, Rafe. I’m your sister, of course I care,” I snapped back, crossing my arms, feeling my face burn with anger and maybe with shame too, because of the way he was looking at me.

He let out a bitter laugh, looking away like it was nothing. “Yeah, right… spare me the act. You care so much that you were out there rubbing up on your little boyfriend, huh?” he spat, that sarcastic, venomous tone clearly meant to provoke me.

His audacity left me speechless for a few seconds, it was surreal how cynical he could be. “That has absolutely nothing to do with this,” I fired back, clenching my teeth, feeling my blood boil.

Rafe ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes blatantly trailing down to your legs, not even trying to hide it. “Doesn’t, huh?” he asked, his voice low, dragged, provocative, crossing his arms like he had all the time in the world. “Funny… ‘cause those shorts are screaming something else.”

Your whole body tensed, a mix of anger, discomfort, and indignation boiling in your chest. “For God’s sake, Rafe… are you listening to yourself? Do you even hear me when I speak, or is your brain so clogged with coke that you can’t even grasp what decency is anymore?” you spat, crossing your arms tighter, trying to shield yourself from his gaze.

The boy laughed, shaking his head, running his hands through his hair again, like he was trying to keep control or maybe just holding back from saying something even worse. “Decency? You? Talking about decency, princess?” he scoffed, flashing that crooked, sarcastic smile, lightly biting his lower lip. “You walked outta here all dolled up to play the good girl with your boyfriend, and now you come back acting like a saint.”

“You’re pathetic,” I snapped, clenching my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. “Seriously, pathetic. You think you’re so superior, so righteous, but look at yourself, Rafe… look at this scene. Look at what you’ve become.”

His jaw clenched, the smile disappearing for a moment. His eyes darkened, heavy, filled with something you couldn’t tell if it was anger, frustration… or something far more dangerous. “Careful with what you say, Y/n,” he growled, leaning forward.

The silence that followed was so heavy it felt like even the rain outside had quieted. You swallowed hard but didn’t back down. As much as that look scared you, you weren’t going to bow your head to him, not this time.

“Get the hell out of here,” he snapped, turning back to the couch and throwing himself onto it, crossing his legs like he wanted you erased from his sight. “You can’t tell me what to do,” I shot back, my voice steady, though it started trembling more from rage than fear.

Rafe let out a short, mocking laugh, shaking his head, clearly amused by your stubbornness. “Oh, you wanna stay? Fine. Then sit down and watch, princess.” His face hardened, the smile vanished, and he shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out another small bag of white powder. “Because I’m gonna snort all this shit right in front of you.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, blood boiling. You walked quickly up to him, stopping right in front of the couch, trying to keep your tone firm but controlled, knowing how unpredictable he could be. “Stop it, Rafe… You know you don’t need this. You know exactly where this is taking you…” you said, holding his gaze even though your palms were already sweating.

He lifted his head, locking eyes with yours, his gaze full of pain, rage, frustration, and pride. “I don’t want to stop,” he replied coldly, practically spitting the words. The second he opened the bag, you lunged forward on impulse and ripped it from his hands, gripping it tight like your life depended on it.

“Give it back. Cut the crap and give it back. Now,” he growled, standing up so fast it made you stumble a step back. He huffed, clenching his fists, visibly losing control. “I’m not giving it back,” you replied firmly, clutching the bag even tighter like it would disappear if you held it hard enough.

His gaze grew even darker. And without thinking twice, Rafe lunged at you, his large hands grabbing for the bag, pushing his body against yours forcefully. You fought back, tried to dodge, pushed him off, held on as much as you could, but he was stronger. In the middle of the struggle, he shoved you hard onto the couch. “I gave you a chance, little sister,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice low, threatening, his gaze burning with rage.

Even pinned against the couch, you resisted, struggling, holding the bag tightly against your chest, refusing to let go. “Get off me, Rafe! Let me go now!” you screamed, fighting back, feeling his hands gripping your arms tightly while his body practically pinned you down, trying to immobilize you at all costs. It was a battle of strength, of wills, and neither of you was willing to give in.

In the desperate attempt to keep the bag against your chest, your hand slipped in the middle of the fight. The tiny bag tore, and the white powder burst into the air before falling straight onto your thighs, staining your skin, the fabric of your denim shorts, and part of your shirt.

“What the fuck!” Rafe growled, narrowing his eyes in disbelief, staring at the scene like he was about to explode. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened so hard it seemed like his teeth would shatter. “You’re insane, Y/n! Completely insane!” he yelled, running a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth, absolutely losing it.

You looked down, staring at the powder scattered across your legs, staining your skin, trailing almost up to the crease of your thighs. Your chest was heaving, breath quick and heavy, not believing that this had actually happened.

Rafe stopped abruptly, grabbed your chin with one hand, his blue eyes blazing like a dangerous idea had just sparked in his mind. His expression shifted almost instantly, from pure rage to something far worse. Something dangerous.

“Oh, you wanna play, huh?” he said, voice low, drawn out, with that crooked smile loaded with bad intentions. “Fine… now you’re gonna deal with the consequences, sis.”

He stepped closer, eyes fixed on your powder-stained thighs, lightly biting his lower lip, and added in a tone that made your whole body shiver, you didn’t even know if it was from fear, nerves… or both. “Since you wasted it… there’s only one way not to let it go to waste.”

He crouched in front of you, hands going straight for your thighs, and you froze. Your heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode inside your chest. His expression was intense, full of tension, desire, and something else. Something you couldn’t even name, but it was definitely nothing safe.

Rafe slid his firm hands down your thighs, spreading the white powder further across your skin. His fingers squeezed your flesh tightly, as if he could no longer tell whether it was anger, lust, or just that damned addiction consuming every part of him.

Without a second thought, he leaned in, gripping your thighs firmly, and slowly dragged his nose along your skin, inhaling a line formed in the middle of the scattered powder. The sound of the snort was heavy and deep, and immediately after, he threw his head back, breathing deeply, eyes closing as the effect hit him.

“Fuck...” he murmured through clenched teeth, quickly returning, thirsty for more as if it wasn’t enough. With one hand, he pressed even harder on your thigh, leaning in again, dragging his nose along the inner part, inhaling another line, stronger, longer, as if he was inhaling you along with the drug.

His body trembled, his breath heavy and uneven. “You drive me crazy,” he whispered hoarsely, looking up at you with eyes filled with something indistinguishable whether it was just frustration or a completely twisted, insane desire.

His hands moved up and down your thighs, spreading the rest of the powder, and between snorts, he paused, lightly biting your skin, pressing his lips against it as if he needed more always more.

“Look what you do to me...” his voice came out low, hoarse, heavy, as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, tasting the bitter powder mixed with your scent, your shivers, your tension.

Your cheeks burned instantly, your whole face on fire, as if the heat from your own body was trying to shield you from that surreal, unsettling, suffocating situation. “R-Rafe... s-stop it...” you stammered, your voice breaking, squeezing your legs together in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, to close off, but his hands kept you open, vulnerable, completely exposed to the madness he was feeding. “What's the matter? I think I need to get those jean shorts off you, babe..” he licked your thigh slowly.

“S-someone might come... you know that... that we can't...” your voice came out shaky, tight, trying to sound firm, trying to hold on to the little sanity you had left, but even you knew that your words were as fragile as your resistance at that moment.

Your eyes searched for any exit, any loophole, while your entire body trembled, not only from nerves, but from that absurd arousal that seemed to consume even the air you breathed. Your thighs were still stained with cocaine, your skin hot, sensitive, as if each of his touches left invisible marks burning on you.

“Shut up,” he growled lowly, tightening his grip on your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on his, his gaze so deep, it seemed to pull you in, drown you. “Shut up,” he repeated, slower, more threatening, as if his voice could hold you there, immobile, unable to react.

“Then be a good little whoree and stay quiet.” Rafe pulled your shorts down, throwing them away without caring. He didn’t fail to notice the beautiful thin panties you were wearing, where a wet spot was already forming. Before removing them too, the blond left a hickey on the inside of your thighs, quickly turning them purple. “Shit..” you muttered amidst a guilty moan.

Rafe left trails of kisses all over your thigh, then finally ripped them off you abruptly. He pulled your legs, placing them one on each side of his shoulder and then before sucking you, he put his nose right in the middle of your pussy, smelling your scent. “So fucking good..” He said looking at you.

Without delay, he stuck his tongue in your already slippery folds. You couldn't say anything else at that point. All you could do was feel the sensation that your perverted brother was giving you. He had imagined this so many times that it was almost sickening. Rafe just wanted to have you completely for himself.

Your eyes closed and your body went completely limp, as if he no longer wanted to fight it. He sucked your pussy with desire, moving his tongue up and down while he looked at you like a pervert. Your pussy slid on his tongue. It was easy to turn you on, after all, you had only had sex a few times.

Your eyes rolled back for a moment. Your boyfriend had never sucked you as well as Rafe. "God, this feels so good," you said between moans that gradually became more and more desperate. Rafe stuck his tongue inside your little hole, playing with you.

His tongue sent shivers down your spine, he did it so fucking well that for a moment you forgot that the one sucking your pussy was your stepbrother. His tongue fucked you and you got wetter and wetter. “You like this, don’t you? Of course you do, I always knew what a slut you are” the words were turning you on more and more, you felt like you were going crazy.

“You’re a real whore, come on, tell me that” Rafe said, slapping your pussy hard, making you scream. “Say it now” the boy ordered once more. “I’m a whore… your whore…” You had never felt so humiliated and dirty for saying that and as disgusting as it was, you were enjoying it.

He laughed with satisfaction, moving his tongue to your clit. “Now I own this pussy, do you understand?” Rafe squeezed your thighs, smearing his face even more in your wetness. “Y-yes..” I said, rubbing myself almost automatically against his face.

The blond sucked you with such pleasure that it seemed like you were going to run away, it was as if he needed it, more than breathing, he was drowning in your pussy, as if he wanted to take everything from you until the last drop. You were sensitive, so sensitive that you would come undone at any moment.

Rafe slapped your clit again, making your body react with delicious spasms. “This is what you deserve, you little slut.” You writhed as you moaned in despair, more slaps were given to your pussy, you moved as he hit and hit more and more. “R-rafey, that hurts..” Your voice came out trembling with pain and at the same time with excitement.

“Poor little whoree, am I hurting you, babe?” He said in a mocking tone as if he was just being ironic and didn’t care at all if it hurt. “Yes, it hurts” Rafe laughed, giving another slap. “It’s a shame I don’t care” He went back to sucking you, taking you by surprise

Rafe sucked harder, sucking your clit. You grabbed his hair as your legs began to tremble around him “Fuck yes, just like that..” You said whimpering. “Daddy barely knows what a slut he has inside the house” Rafe said without caring, drowning his nose in your pussy.

You grabbed him tighter, cumming in his mouth.. Your hot liquid quickly slipped to the older man’s reddened lips, Rafe wasted no time and cleaned your entire pussy with his tongue. “Delicious” He said satisfied with your orgasm.

You quickly closed your legs and settled yourself on the couch. Your hair was stuck to your forehead because of the sweat. So Rafe went over to you, sitting next to you and brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m not done with you yet.” The boy came closer, pulling your black shirt up without asking for permission. You were braless, and your nipples were hard, as if they were begging Rafe to put them in his mouth.

And that’s exactly what he did. Rafe grabbed one of your breasts and put it in his mouth, playing with it. With his free hand, he played with the other. You lay down on the couch, making him lie on top of you while he sucked you. “Delicious breasts.” Rafe rubbed his face against them, like an insatiable pervert.

Rafe stopped paying attention to your breasts, turning you around roughly, leaving you with your back to him. Now, he had the view of your perky ass. It was a fucking temptation. Rafe slapped your soft ass, eliciting a scream from you. “I like hearing you scream..” You whimpered again, mumbling softly in pain.

With agility, Rafe pulled his polo shirt off, exposing his defined belly and his big juicy biceps. It was a shame you couldn't see it since your back was turned to him. Rafe unbuckled his pants belt, pulling it off and holding it in one of his hands. Then he forcefully brought the leather piece down to your fat ass, slapping it. "ghrr.. stop, it hurts." You buried your face in the couch to muffle the scream of pain.

Without mercy, he hit you once more, leaving you completely red. "You're a bad girl, a very bad girl." With each slap on your ass, you screamed. Tears began to run down your face and down your cheeks.

Your moans of pain were like music to his ears. He was enjoying watching you suffer, having you so surrendered to him, so vulnerable. You were getting scared and Rafe could see it, which only made him even more excited.

It was an unbearable burning sensation, your body was getting weaker and weaker, until he grabbed you firmly, keeping you upright on the couch. He hurriedly took off the pants he was wearing along with the underwear that was getting in his way and positioned himself behind you. Without warning, he pushed his cock inside your slippery pussy.

He didn't even bother to get a condom. He thrust so hard inside you that you gave a small spasm. "S-shit, why didn't you warn me?" you said between drawn-out moans. "Stay still." Rafe brought one of his hands in front of your face, covering your mouth, while with his other free hand, he grabbed your arms and placed them behind your back as he fucked you like a whore.

His cock went in and out without difficulty, you seemed well prepared for him. "What a greedy little pussy, I'm going to do some damage right here." His hips slammed against your ass as he thrust with desire and without mercy.

You could feel every inch inside your cervix, he was hitting you so good. The mascara in your eyes started to smudge, wetting your entire face, which mixed with the tears that were falling. His cock was so big and thick, you didn't know how you were holding it all, it was like ten times bigger than your boyfriend's.

Your moans were muffled by his hand that was still covering your mouth. Rafe started to moan, his moans were so desperate, as if he was loving fucking his little sister so much, it was hoarse and made you so horny. Your pussy was dripping, as if it was begging to be violated and fucked more and more.

Your body started to writhe, your legs went weak even lying on the couch. "Dirty slut, you're loving playing with your brother's cock, aren't you?" He laughed at you and your desperation below him. “Dirty sluts like you deserve to be fucked like real whores.” The way he humiliated you was deliciously sinful.

Rafe finally took his hand off your mouth, letting you moan. Your slutty moans were now loud and echoed throughout the house. Luckily, there was no one else there besides the two of you.

You could feel your orgasm approaching once again. You couldn’t believe that Rafe would make you cum again and as good as the last time. It was totally unbelievable. “Please…” You begged between sobs and more tears. Rafe took his hands off your arms that were positioned behind your back and put his foot on your head, stepping on you while still fucking you from behind.

You felt your head being pressed against the couch. For some reason that made you even wetter. Rafe felt like he was going to cum in your pussy at any moment and you needed it so much that you would humiliate yourself just to feel that cock cumming inside you.

You turned your head to the side, watching him thrust inside you, at that moment the blond could see your pretty face, exhausted and with the makeup coming off, so hot.. “Princess face with a whore’s attitude” He mocked as he thrust faster, your pussy was almost exhausted. “Fuck, I’m almost cumming…” Your voice came out low and tired, you were almost there, so close..

Rafe took one last breath, putting it more precisely, that thrust was enough and you came undone on that huge cock. You were so weak that you could barely move, Rafe pulled out of your slit, which was now completely destroyed by him. The boy lay down next to you, seeing you in that state and stood behind you. “My little girl is so tired.” He ran his hands through your sweat-damp hair.

You didn’t even look like the same person who was fucking you a few seconds ago. You couldn’t say anything else. He just watched you, completely exhausted, on the living room couch. “I’ll take care of you, princess.” Rafe kissed your neck from behind and caressed your waist lightly. The only thing you could think about was the fact that you had to get up before anyone came and saw that scene.

You didn’t know why, but you felt like that was just the beginning of everything that was about to come.

[vampstarkey]

being rafe cameron’s lil stepsister <3

if you don’t like this SCROLLL. as for the rest of y’all- see you in hell!

[vampstarkey]

✰ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

— the “my emergency contact” trend with your boyfriend, rafe

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[vampstarkey]

thinking about rafe cameron jus loving how much you whine and bitch and moan!! maybe other guys would hate it but when u complain to him it makes him feel needed. maybe you’re bitching about how your feet hurt. or maybe it’s how lola is being a total cunt to you again! could be about how he was mean to you yesterday when he made a joke about you paying for your own stuff. but he always always loves it. maybe it’s because he has this deep desire to sweep you off your feet and do everything for you. he’s always been a provider. or it could be the fact that he just likes feeling needed. feeling wanted and not insignificant like Ward, that bitch ass mf, always made him feel. either way he’s your big buff bf who loves taking care of his super whiny gf!!

[vampstarkey]

❝  jealous of your brother ..

Masterlist ☆

＿ warnings: unprotected sex, sucking on the neck, virgin reader, cheating, pussy slapping, jealous reader, face sitting, boobs pressing and female masturbation.

＿ Note: this has not been reviewed (if that's not your thing then leave)

You were the adopted daughter of the Cameron family, the little princess Kook. Ever since you were little, everyone on the island knew your name. You grew up surrounded by privileges, always protected by Rafe, your older brother. He wouldn't let anything or anyone get close to you without his approval. No matter how old you were, he always made sure to watch over you, keep you away from any danger and, especially, from anyone he deemed unworthy of your presence. After all, brothers do these things, right?

But lately, things started to change. Rafe, the same guy who spent nights at parties hugging different girls, was suddenly in a serious relationship. You never imagined he was the kind of guy who would get attached to someone, not after so many nights watching him drink until he lost his mind and get involved with any girl who came along. This always bothered you, although you would never admit it. It was a strange, suffocating feeling, but you tried to swallow it.

That night, another party was happening at the Cameron mansion. Ward and Rose were out, and as always, Rafe took advantage of his parents' absence to turn the house into a meeting place for his friends, the same ones as always, all noisy, drinking and having fun. You usually preferred to avoid that kind of environment. But this time, you decided to come down from your room, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because a part of you wanted to see Rafe.

As you crossed the crowded room, your eyes soon found the scene that made your stomach turn: a brunette sitting on his lap, her lips close to your ear as she whispered something that made you smile in a way you didn't like at all. His arm rested on her waist, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her skin. It was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend.

You felt a lump tighten in your throat, a heat rising through your body, an almost childish urge to roll your eyes and leave. But before you could move away, Rafe had already noticed your presence. And now, his eyes were fixed on you. "What are you doing here?" Rafe looked at you in surprise, after all he knew that you almost never showed up when he was throwing a party.

You crossed your arms trying to look indifferent, even though you felt the weight of his gaze falling on you “I didn’t know I needed your permission to walk around my own house, Rafe.”

The boy raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms before lightly touching the girl's leg in his lap. "Give me a minute with my little sister, dear." He told her, giving her a carefree smile. The brunette nodded, standing up without question and blending into the crowd. As soon as she was out of sight, Rafe turned his attention to you, walking over to where you were. "I never said you couldn't come, y/n, I just assumed you'd be staying in your room, like always." His eyes went up and down, looking at your body.

"Well, but now I'm here, is there a problem?" The words came out more firmly than you felt inside, but heat quickly rose to your cheeks when he looked at you like that, maybe it was just in your head. "No, no problem, I just think you should change out of those short pajamas, it's not the right environment for that." There he was giving you orders like he always did and in fact it was to be expected. "I don't want to change," you replied without hesitation.

“Don’t test my patience, go upstairs and put on something else right now.” The order was direct, sharp, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Considering the environment, your outfit really wasn’t appropriate at all, but that seemed more like an excuse than a genuine concern. The short pink shorts made of thin silk and the white blouse that accentuated your breasts, a combination you wore only to feel comfortable at home, now seemed to be the center of criticism. Rafe, who always saw you wearing this type of outfit, knew very well the impact it caused.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let your discomfort show, and responded with a forced smile. “Stop it. Why don’t you go worry about your girlfriend?” A sarcastic smile expanded on Rafe’s face, and he realized right away what was happening. It was as if he was amused by the fact that you couldn’t hide your irritation and jealousy. He let out a low laugh, but the teasing tone was clear. “Oh, so that’s it, are you jealous?” Your eyes widened at that observation. He wasn't wrong, but of course you weren't going to say it.

"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me, I'm not jealous." The answer came out in a rush, louder than you would have liked, trying to hide the truth behind words that didn't have as much power as your trembling voice. "Don't be silly, I know you." He watched you with an almost triumphant smile, as if he was unraveling every piece of you.

He took a long step towards you, and before you could react, he grabbed your arm tightly. Rafe came even closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered: “I can prove you right, sis.” That low, possessive tone of voice was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

The feeling of having no control over what was happening made your mind spin, and you found yourself wondering where this would take you. “Don’t play with me like that, Rafey.” His name, pronounced that way, had a different weight. That was how you used to call him when you were still a little girl.

“Oh, yeah? I don’t play with things I’m interested in, sis.” Rafe’s voice sounded almost like a challenge, loaded with something you couldn’t define. Before you could respond, he still held your arm tightly, pulling you without warning to a secluded corner of the house.

The surroundings seemed to disappear, and the only sound that filled the space was the distant music of The Weeknd that played in the background, creating a melody that contrasted with the tension, that was enough for you to realize what was happening. “Did you know that I always wanted you, y/n?” Rafe’s words hung in the air, a whisper that seemed to carry an immense weight, he looked at your lips as if he wanted to devour them.

You wanted to deny it, to push that idea away, but somehow you knew he was telling the truth and you could no longer try to hide how much you wanted your hot brother to touch you or do anything with your body, no matter how wrong and dirty it was. “Do you really want me, Rafe?” You asked hopefully as you felt the space shrinking more and more as he got closer.

Rafe took a strand of your hair and put it behind your ear. “You know I do, don’t play innocent, you can be everything, but innocent I know you’re not.” The boy placed you against the wall, holding your hands on each side of your body, leaving you immobile.

What you didn't know was that your older brother had caught you masturbating in your room a few times during the night, but he never intervened since he loved watching you rubbing yourself on your pillow or desperately sticking your fingers inside.

Every now and then, when you were out of the house, Rafe would take some of those thin lace panties of yours from your dresser drawer and smell them, he would rub them on his own cock while imagining everything he would like to do to his sweet and dear little sister.

Rafe's touch was quick, pulling the back of your neck firmly. In a subtle movement, his lips brushed yours, he bit your lips slowly, almost as if he was testing your limits, while his tongue slid softly into your red mouth, teasing you. "But... what about your girlfriend?" You asked with difficulty since the way he played with your lips made it a little difficult for you to speak.

“Shh, be quiet, don’t worry about her, we’re not doing anything wrong, after all I’m your brother.” He continued to pay attention to your lips, but now finally attacking them for good, Rafe kissed you with desire, pressing your body even more against the wall. His hands followed your waist, going down lower and lower in hot grips, the boy groped your ass with desire as he felt an uncontrolled, almost primitive hunger, the forbidden desire was erotic.

“Let me take care of you, will you let me?” He squeezed once more on the pink fabric of your short shorts that revealed a piece of your soft ass. “Yeah, I’ll let you..” A muffled moan left your lips after feeling the heat of Rafe’s hands against your skin. “Come with me, trust me.” Rafe said full of authority that you couldn’t ignore. He grabbed your hand with a firmness that seemed like a command, and before you could even think about the consequences, your feet moved, following you without question. He climbed the stairs with an almost predatory agility, the pressure of his hand pulling you closer to him.

When you reached the door to his room, you opened it without hesitation, and the sound of the latch clicking was like a signal for what was to come. In one fluid movement, he pulled you inside, and the air in the room seemed denser, heavier, as if the world outside no longer existed, the door closed behind you, and the darkness of Rafe's room seemed to envelop everything, as if you were in a place where nothing else mattered, just him and you.

— ☆ . .

Rafe was on top of you, already shirtless, as he hurriedly took off your silk shorts. “Tell me, has anyone ever fucked this sweet little pussy?” You shook your head in disagreement, no one had ever done anything sexual to you before. “Your brother is going to take your virginity then, sweetie.” It felt so wrong, but it was so delicious that you were just letting yourself get carried away.

Your shorts were thrown on the floor, giving Rafe a view of your tiny panties, he could see the wet spot that had formed from your arousal. Knowing that you were a virgin had only made the boy harder, being the first to taste your pussy was all he wanted.

“Sit on my face.” Overcome with lust, that was exactly what you did, it didn’t take long for the positions to reverse, you pulled your panties down, throwing them on the floor, soon adjusting yourself on top of Rafe, you sat on his face relaxing your pussy on top of him.

Rafe felt like he was going to collapse having all that sight before him. His brother's tongue moved slightly against your wet pussy while he had his hands resting on your thigh. "God, that feels so good.." You moaned, starting to rub yourself against his face.

Your pussy covered his face, Rafe felt like he could die suffocated by your pussy and still die happy. You held on to the headboard of the bed while your hips moved on his face, sliding so easily that it made you numb. The feeling of having a tongue sucking you for the first time was incredible, you just wanted more, you wanted to be able to feel everything Rafe was capable of giving you.

He sucked your clit, rubbing his tongue and nose against you, feeling your taste and your smell. "I want to taste this pussy every day, it tastes delicious." Rafe's hot breath hit your slit, you were trying hard not to moan loudly as he sucked you like that. Rafe was squeezing you tightly, swallowing you like it was the last thing he could do in his life.

You pulled your shirt hard, letting it fall, your nipples were hard and exposed, they swayed in a back and forth motion as you rubbed yourself against his face. “Rafey..” Your eyes closed tightly as you moaned softly, Rafe knew you were going to cum fast, you had never had this kind of contact, so he stopped sucking you, preventing you from finishing so quickly.

“Why did you stop, Ray?” You said as you sat back down on the bed, your breath coming up and down in your chest frantically. “You can’t cum now, sweetie, or the fun will be over.” Rafe said as he took off his pants along with his blue boxers clumsily, you watched feeling a heat between your legs, he soon pulled you again, but this time turning you to the side. “I want to fuck you like this.” The rough way he picked you up and turned you to the side made you bite your lip.

Rafe stood behind you, moving your hair away from your neck and getting closer. He could feel your ass rubbing against his cock from behind. “Open your legs for me.” As soon as you heard the request, you opened yourself for him. Rafe held your thigh as he began to rub his cock against your wet pussy.

His free hand found one of your breasts, squeezing it. Your body shivered as the head of his cock touched your pussy, which was getting increasingly wet. Rafe slid in, but still didn’t penetrate you. You could feel the way he played with your folds. “Be careful..” Your voice came out lower than you intended, a mix of adrenaline and excitement.

Rafe laughed at the comment, but without giving you any answers, he continued rubbing against you. His nose touched your smooth neck, smelling it and leaving small hickeys on the area that immediately turned purple as he continued.

“I’m going to put it inside you now, okay?” Rafe was usually pretty rough in bed, but since it was your first time, he felt the need to warn you before pushing in. “O-okay..”

He rubbed your entrance one last time before putting his cock inside, he pushed slowly as you felt a new and delicious sensation inside you. “Can you handle these nine inches of your brother, sweetie?” He pushed harder and harder as he heard your moans getting more intense.

“Yes, I can.” Rafe kept you open for him, soon moving. “Little slut, naughty.” The boy squeezed one of your breasts again, moving in and out of your pussy, the headboard of the bed banged against the wall, the only thing that could stop anyone from hearing what was happening inside the room was the music that was still playing outside. “Fuck, I love this.” He thought it was funny to see you cursing, it was fucking exciting to see how slutty you could be when no one was watching. His hips moved quickly, you felt like he could burst the walls of your pussy.

His breathing was fast against your ear, you welcomed every inch. “See how good your brother is fucking you, huh..” What you imagined when you were alone in your room was happening, your brother was really fucking you. “You make me feel so good..” You said, squirming on his cock.

Rafe stopped squeezing your breasts and started stimulating your clit with two fingers, he could feel how tight you were, he had never fucked a girl like that, your brother was marking his territory. “Now you’re mine, no one can touch you like this but me.” He slammed deep inside, your legs were getting weak. “Only I can make you cum, sis.” The words had a strong effect on you, Rafe slapped your pussy causing spasms throughout your body, it was as if moments ago you hadn't even had a little "argument" over jealousy.

He continued rubbing your clit as you slowly melted. "Ray, I-I'm going to-" Your words were cut off by the sensation that took over you, a delicious orgasm slowly hitting you as Rafe thrust inside. "Like that, sweetie, so good." Rafe slapped your pussy again feeling you cum on him.

The boy turned to you again, seeing you completely sweaty after what they did. “Don’t tell daddy what we did, or it’ll get us in trouble.” He grabbed a sheet that was next to him, covering your body. “I won’t tell.” His voice was low and tired as he looked at him with his beautiful Bambi eyes. “Great, sweetie, that’ll be our secret.”

Before he could do anything, Rafe tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something deeper. “Now tell me, were you jealous?” You crossed your arms and pouted involuntarily, hesitating for a moment before admitting in a low voice: “Okay, I confess… I didn’t like seeing you with another girl.”

The sarcastic smile that formed on his lips was one you already knew very well, full of provocation and certainty. “I may be with her now, but the one I really want is you.”

Your chest rose and fell quickly, the weight of his words hitting you like a shock. But before you could react, a loud knock echoed from the other side of the door, cutting the moment abruptly.

“Hey, Rafe, are you there, man?” Topper’s voice sounded from the other side, full of impatience.

Rafe let out a frustrated sigh as he quickly moved away from you. In a hurried movement, he picked up his scattered clothes and began to dress, clearly as surprised as you were by the interruption. “I have to go, y/n.” He said as he adjusted his shirt, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he wanted to assure you that this wouldn’t end there. “Stay here in my room, I promise I’ll be back, okay?”

Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. The gesture was contradictory, but loaded with something more. The last thing you heard before the door closed was his voice saying to his friend: “Hey, man.”

[vampstarkey]

so fucking hot

VIRGO - proof of concept

[vampstarkey]

◟sex with a gun 

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☆ warnings: gun play, neck tightness, daddy's kink, reader seems innocent but isn't, female masturbation, crying during sex, slaps on the thigh, thumb in the mouth, squirting, degradation, Rafe causes pain to the reader, mentions of somnophilia, Rafe calling the reader a "bunny" (I think that's all. I want to make it clear that it's all consensual, be warned)

☆ Note: honestly I was a little thoughtful before posting this fanfic theme, but I confess that I liked it, I ended up changing my writing style too, I hope you like it, bye.

You never thought Rafe would be able to use a gun on you, absolutely not, that idea was crazy and at no point had it crossed your mind to let him stick a gun inside your pussy, but you reconsidered that idea a little when he asked you for it, it was typical of Rafe to want things like that and you knew he would go crazy just to see you handed over to him as soon as you decided to accept, of course your boyfriend wouldn't force you to do anything that made you uncomfortable, but he kept insisting because he knew you well enough to know that deep down that idea made your panties soaked.

All you could think was that it was out of the question, after all they had never done anything like that before, a fear took over your thoughts, but it still seemed tempting, the danger was exciting, how could you simply say no to Rafe when he was right there with those eyes almost begging for a yes as an answer? You looked at the metallic gun on the table in the corner of the room while you closed your legs tightly. He found this situation funny and at the same time you could feel how his cock throbbed in your beach shorts just imagining bursting the walls of your tight pussy with the object in his hands.

— ☆ . .

Your body weight was completely thrown on the bed and your legs spread for the blonde. He stuck the gun in your wet pussy while he watched the scene of you writhing like a whore. Rafe stuck it so deep that you could feel the cold object touching your cervix. “Look how easily this goes inside you.” The contact of the gun with your pleasure point made a delicious wet noise to his ears. You gripped the white sheets tightly as you moaned in a daze. “Ray.. Please”

He smiled victoriously when he heard the desperation in your voice, with that scene before him, Rafe couldn’t control himself and squeezed his own cock over his shorts while his other hand quickly moved the metal object into your unit. “Is that what you want, huh? Ask daddy one more time like the good slut you are” The boy could feel himself sliding deeper and deeper into you.

“Yeaah, just like that, please don’t stop.” You said between moans that became louder and louder. You tried to keep your legs open for him, but you failed on impulse. Rafe was strong enough to grab your thighs, preventing you from closing them for him. “This is what you need. I make you feel so good, bunny.” Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered, feeling the sensation invade your insides. “My naughty girl is so needy. I’m going to need to make you cum really good.” The way he spoke and looked at you made you a little embarrassed, and honestly, he found it sweet and adorable in you.

Your pussy was dripping, smearing almost every weapon that came out and entered with agile movements inside. Without a doubt, Rafe would want to see you in this state once more, hundreds of times if possible. “Pretty girl.” Rafe brought his hands up to your neck, squeezing it tightly, still thrusting the object with greater force now. He could feel how hot your body was, reacting to everything he did. The excitement only increased as your boyfriend pounded deep, your eyes were crying as if they were begging for more.

“Crying like a little bitch, daddy is going to have to hurt you and I know you like it.” Rafe continued to choke you with skill, fascinated by every expression you made. In his eyes, you looked delicious like that. It was a perdition to see you with your mouth open, moaning and writhing like that without panties, just with a pair of white socks that went up to your knees.

You felt a present discomfort and it hurt a little the way he pushed the gun inside you, but as painful as it was, you were enjoying the pain and pleasure that mixed together. Your own fingers quickly ran to your clitoris, massaging it a little clumsily. “Does it hurt, bunny?” Rafe stared at your pussy as he bit his lip. “Yes, it hurts, daddy.” Your head bobbed in agreement, your legs began to shake too much, Rafe knew how close you were to cumming right now and he fucking loved it.

You were a seemingly shy and innocent girl to other people, but Rafe knew how naughty you became for him when he made you horny. It wasn't very difficult to turn you on. The living proof of this was the way you were, so wet, so surrendered, he was on the verge of collapse. "This pussy is mine, bunny." A hoarse growl left Rafe's lips. He had come in his own shorts just by seeing you contracting and pulsing against his gun.

Rafe's hand left your neck, then he brought his thumb into your mouth, making you suck it. The blond's thumb muffled your moans. You stared at him sucking on your finger while your cheeks flushed with lust and a slight shyness. Your own fingers stopped moving against your clit, grabbing Rafe's wrist with the hand he had stuck his thumb in your lips.

“Next time I want you to let me wake you up by fucking you right here.” Your moans were getting louder and louder in the room. Rafe turned the gun inside you, causing spasms and goosebumps to appear on your skin. “Ray..” Your eyes rolled back, you felt like you were going to explode, your liquid dripped down the metal of the gun and into Rafe’s hand. “What a hot pussy, you dirty bitch, I’m going to finish you off.”

Rafe took his thumb out of your mouth and slapped your inner thigh hard, squeezing and playing with the soft area. “But that’s not a problem for you, is it? After all, you like being treated like a dirty bitch.” Rafe couldn’t help but laugh at that naughty expression he had and that you knew very well.

“I like it, I like it a lot.” The slap made you jump slightly from the bed, the voice that came out of your lips was slurred, almost as if you were struggling to speak in the midst of that delicious situation. “Then cum, bunny, cum now..” Rafe said in a tone of authority that made you shiver, he was now going faster than usual, you were wetting his hand without any difficulty, you were almost there..

Your legs opened even more and to help you reach orgasm, Rafe massaged your clitoris quickly. He rubbed it with desire, you brought your hand to your mouth to muffle your moans, but he quickly removed it. “No, no, no, I want to hear you scream.” Your hips began to move desperately against the metal object inside your pussy.

Rafe finally felt your orgasm coming, quickly wetting everything. “Fuck, Rafe.” you screamed his name as you squirted, wetting the bed along with the gun that was still inside you. “Yeah, very good, girl.” The blond slowly removed the object from inside you, throwing it on the small table in the room as he approached your side, seeing you completely exhausted.

Drops of sweat ran down your forehead and he wiped them away, then tucked your hair behind your ear. “Are you very tired?” His hands caressed your head. “Yes, quite.” Seeing your state, Rafe pulled you by the waist and made you sit on his lap. “Tired enough that you can’t help me by getting on your knees for me?” You quickly understood what he meant by that. No matter how tired you were, you would help him relieve himself anyway, so there you were on your knees, waiting to suck your man’s cock while he stood in front of you.

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S1 RAFE FUCKING NEW TOPPER’S GF

the sound of your phone ringing was suppressed by the sound of your moans and whines as rafe tried to push his way through your tight walls, with them squeezing hard already around just his tip. your boyfriend's name had meanwhile appeared on the screen, calling insistently.

“fuckin’ sake” rafe spat out, coming all the way in with a hard movement of his hips, his fingers pressing into your reddening and soft thighs. “turn it off” he ordered, starting with a hard, messy rhythm, making his head fall back with a grunt. but you didn’t even know what he was talking about, arching your back as you only thought about getting your head fucked out by him and his heavenly ways.

your phone kept ringing, and with every little sound it made, his thrusts became harder; his frustration growing just like the bubbling feeling in your belly. with little movement of his arm, he quickly turned off the phone, before landing his hand back on your hip with a slap, making you quickly open your eyes that had been closed from too much stimulation, whimpering pathetically. “i don’t want— i don’t want fuckin’ interruptions, got it?” his voice was heavy, breathless even more as he moved to adjust his angle, which he was still unsatisfied with.

in response, you gave him a small nod, but it clearly wasn’t enough. he grabbed you by the neck, lifting your head slightly as he ran a finger over your quivering bottom lip, tugging it down even more “use your words, pretty. i want to feel you louder than you’ve ever been”

“y-yes” you breathed out, your face twisting in pleasure, and dragging your fingers down his back — leaving sinful marks all over his bare skin. he hissed slightly at the sensation, but god did he love it. as the pace increased, your moans filling the room entirely, replacing the silence, your phone started ringing again.

rafe, without your permission, took the phone without any further words, all while lifting your leg to put it on his shoulder. answering the call, the first thing topper heard was the loud moan you let out as rafe hit that sweet spot that had you completely, and the boy couldn’t help but smirk as he spoke for you. “shit— y’need somethin’, top? callin’ with such urgency, huh?” his quietness and fake innocence, mixed with the sounds of his balls slamming against you harder and harder, were deafening to your boyfriend who was on the other hand.

“rafe?” that was all topper said in a broken whisper, before being also interrupted by rafe groaning again, speaking into the microphone rapidly. “fuck, man, you may need to wait a minute— i’m makin’ your girl cum, yeah? i’ll call you later” and with that, he hung up without any useless words, not losing his speed for a second. in fact, true to his words, with his name over and over again cried out by you, you came hard around him. rafe following close behind, inside you, without a condom.

[vampstarkey]

exactly he's perfect ₊˚⊹♡

[vampstarkey]

❝  🔪 RAFE MASTERLIST ⊹ 🩸 ִ࣪⃝  ·  ⁺  𝅄  ּ＿  

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☠︎⠀⠀⠀SMUT:⠀⠀⠀†⠀⠀⠀⁶⁶⁶⠀⠀⠀ + 18

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❤︎ — Provocative mini skirt

❤︎ — Inside the car

❤︎ — Friends fuck too

❤︎ — Helping you relieve yourself ( stepbrother )

[vampstarkey]

Helping you relieve yourself | stepbrother

warnings: face sitting, being caught in the act of masturbation & squeezing

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You were in your room, feeling the sweat dripping down your body onto the bed. With your hand holding the edge of your dress, you explored your intimacy with two fingers. You gave in to the pleasure, struggling to muffle the soft moans that escaped, trying hard not to make any noise.

The door was unlocked and slightly opened. Without realizing it, you continued when soft footsteps approached. With his mind racing, Rafe moved cautiously towards the opening, watching you with a look full of desire. He noticed how tight his pants were already getting as he watched you desperately with his fingers in your wet pussy, so he squeezed his own cock over the fabric, watching the sight.

Silently, Rafe entered the room and closed the door slowly, watching you in a moment of fragility. He moved forward, positioning himself over you. When you noticed him, you looked at him quickly, closing your legs on impulse, feeling your cheeks burn.

— Hey, you don't have to close your legs for me. I think you need help here. — Rafe's hands slid down your body quickly. He caressed your legs, opening them again for him, noticing how wet you were.

— Rafe, you can't just barge into my room like that. — You tried to argue, but without much determination, because you were in a vulnerable situation that made it difficult to resist. Your legs naturally moved apart, and all your skin reacted to it, feeling a chill down your spine.

— Next time you should lock the door then. Let me ease you, go on. — Rafe stood in front of you while eating you with his eyes.

At that moment, you were no longer thinking about anything, dominated by the excitement that surrounded you, you knew that you would let him act with you anyway.

— Okay, but let's go, it needs to be quick. — Your pussy seemed to throb, as if it was begging for him.

— Sit on my face. — He commanded as he threw himself on the bed, waiting for you to get on top of him.

In a matter of seconds, you approached Rafe and positioned yourself over his face. Your panties were already on the bedroom floor, so he made no effort to remove them. Your pussy began to slide skillfully over his face. You held onto Rafe's hair as your hips moved back and forth, taking advantage of his skills with your tongue.

Rafe groped your ass while he sucked your entire pussy, you wet his entire face as you rode the older man's tongue. Intense moans left your lips, you grabbed the headboard of the bed as you continued to rub yourself thirstily.

— Shh, quiet, no one can hear us. — Rafe's tongue sucked every drop from you, your legs shaking a little on top of him. You brought your hand to your mouth to try to muffle the moans that came out as he smeared himself all over with your wetness. Rafe delighted in your pussy as he watched you on top of him.

Rafe's hands gripped your waist, his cock throbbed, it hurt just to see you in that state. He sucked on your clit, licking and pulling as you moved on him, your body reacting to the stimuli without difficulty.

— I need to fuck you so much, girl. — He squeezed your thigh tightly, swallowing your pussy with desire, rubbing his nose all over it.

[vampstarkey]

QUEER (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[vampstarkey]

FRIENDS FUCK TOO

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♱𝅼 Warnings: unprotected sex, doggy style, reader has big breasts, ass slapping, oral, pussy spitting & hair pulling.

♱𝅼 Note: I don't know why but this theme seemed good to me.

Your life on the island took an unexpected turn when you met Rafe Cameron. Contrary to what your friends said, he didn’t seem like the typical jerk everyone painted him to be. With you, he was different. He always found an excuse to take you to places you’d never been and made a point of including you in the side of his life that was completely foreign to yours.

Rafe wasn’t the impulsive psychopath your friends kept warning you about. As much as you lived in opposite worlds—you a Pogue, and he a Kook — a strange friendship formed between you. But deep down, you knew there was something more. He didn’t see you as just a friend. It was evident in the lingering glances, the excuses to get closer, the teasing disguised as playful banter.

One night, during another one of Rafe’s improvised adventures, he dragged you to a bar. It was typical of him: a little chaos, a little fun, just the two of you. He knew you weren’t much of a drinker, but he seemed to enjoy watching you in that environment he mastered so well. You felt a little out of your element but, at the same time, enjoyed the sensation of escaping the monotony. Being with Rafe was like walking a tightrope: dangerous but addictive.

– Take it easy there, or the alcohol’s gonna hit you fast – he said, leaning casually against the counter as he watched you down a bottle of beer.

You let out a low laugh, placing the bottle on the counter with a light tap.

– Relax, Cameron. I can take care of myself; I’m a big girl – you replied, trying to sound confident, even as you felt the warmth rising to your cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk that showed he didn’t believe you for a second.

– Really? Because the last time you said that, I had to carry you home practically in my arms, sweetheart.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. He knew exactly how to disarm you.

– Exaggerating. I only tripped once – you shot back, pouting and narrowing your eyes at him.

Rafe laughed, the sound deep and carefree. He leaned in a little closer, narrowing the space between you.

– You tripped three times, to be exact. You’re a klutz – Rafe said, laughing again.

You huffed but ended up laughing too. The beer in your hand felt lighter, and you felt looser than you had in any recent moment but, of course, still sober enough. His gaze was intense, and you realized you were starting to stare back for too long.

– So, what’s the plan for tonight? – you asked, trying to break the tension.

Rafe shrugged, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gave away something more.

– We could do a lot of things, princess. We've been here long enough. Want to go back to my place?

And there you were again, flirting with the danger he represented, not knowing where it would all lead and, maybe, not caring. You thought for a few seconds before breaking the silence with your response.

– To do what at your place? – you countered his question with another as you rested your chin on your hand.

– Oh, I don’t know, maybe just finish the night there. Only if you want, though. It’s getting late. I can drop you off at your house after, if you’d prefer – Rafe said, finishing the drink in his glass before turning his attention back to you.

– Fine by me, we can go. There’s nothing else to do anyway – you agreed.

– Great choice, princess – he said, stepping away from the counter and pulling you out of the bar.

Rafe drove in silence, something unusual for him, but the atmosphere wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, there was something about the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, illuminated briefly by the road lights, that made your skin tingle. He didn’t need to say anything for the tension to hang heavy in the air.

The Cameron house was just as grand as you remembered from the other times you’d been there, but tonight it felt emptier. No signs of Rose or Ward, only the sound of your breathing as he unlocked the door and stepped aside to let you in.

— Make yourself comfortable. You know the place. — He said, closing the door behind you and tossing his keys onto the hall table.

You walked into the living room, your fingers lightly grazing the surface of one of the leather armchairs. The familiarity of the space should’ve been comforting, but the way Rafe followed you, always just a few steps behind, made your heart race.

— Want a drink? — He asked, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. The mischievous smile that always seemed to accompany him was still there, but there was something different in his eyes now—something that made your entire body feel warm.

— I think I’ve had enough for tonight. — You replied, crossing your arms lightly.

He let out a low chuckle, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps, as if testing your limits. When he stopped in front of you, it was impossible to ignore the heat radiating off him or the way his dark eyes seemed to take in every detail of you.

— Good. I want you sober for this. No excuses tomorrow. — He said, his voice low, almost a whisper, as he tilted his head slightly, leaning in closer.

You felt your breath hitch and tried to keep your composure, but it was difficult with him so close, with everything about him screaming danger and attraction all at once.

— Excuses for what, Rafe? — You challenged, tilting your chin up and locking your gaze with his.

The smile he gave you was almost predatory, his fingers lifting a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.

— This. — He murmured, leaning in, his face just inches from yours.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Your breathing was uneven, but you didn’t pull back, and he noticed. He always noticed. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, and when his hand finally reached up to touch your face, you felt your skin burn under his touch.

— You’re more dangerous than I thought. — He said softly, his lips curling into a smile full of intentions.

— Me? — You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of nervousness and adrenaline. — I think you’ve got the roles mixed up here.

He laughed, but this time it was lower, rougher, and you knew you were playing with fire.

— You know what? — He asked as he stared at your lips.

— What? — You answered as you stared back at him, you were totally following the mood he was putting you two in.

— Friends fuck too. — Rafe said this without a hint of shame on his face as if he had been dying to say that for ages.

A surprised expression soon took over your face, but you liked the idea, it caught you off guard and you didn't know if it was a joke or if he was serious, Rafe loved to play with your face sometimes.

— You're joking. Stop being an idiot. — You gave him a light push on the shoulder.

— I'm not joking, doesn't this seem real enough to you? — He quickly pulled you closer, you could now feel his warm breath against your face.

Your body didn't move a single step, you stayed right there while he grabbed you.

— Well, this seems too real to me. —You answered, but a little hesitantly. — Wouldn't that ruin our friendship?

—Of course not, it would only strengthen our friendship even more, but in a very good way. — Rafe slid his hands down the curve of your neck, caressing it.

Rafe finally attacked your lips without hesitation. Your bodies were completely glued together and the atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter. His mouth was soft, you could feel how good he was doing that, you just wanted to be able to let him do whatever he wanted. In your mind you didn't know if it was because of the drink that was taking effect or not, but deep down you felt like he just wanted to take out all that accumulated lust for your hot friend.

There you were, lying with your legs open for Rafe on top of his bed while he sucked you. Your fingers were touching his head, pressing his face into your pussy. His tongue licked the entire length of your wetness, making you moan softly.

— What a delicious pussy, — Rafe said as he sucked you all over. His hands held your thighs as he spread your legs even further to smear you all over with his skillful tongue.

Your back arched, your legs immediately went to either side of his shoulders. You were rubbing yourself against Rafe’s face and he was loving the sight in front of him.

— You’re so good at this, shit. — Your voice came out slurred, all you could focus on was how well he was sucking you.

He spat on your pussy, rubbing his face right there, his tongue playing with your entrance, he was torturing you.

— I want to fuck you every day. — His nose brushed against your clit as he sank his tongue and face deeper into your pussy. — You're going to let me eat you whenever I want, huh?

— Yes, Rafe... I'm all yours. — You kept rubbing yourself against his face, you were almost cumming.

He stuck his tongue inside your greedy hole, moving his tongue inside. You were so wet, it was the first time a guy had managed to make you like this in months.

— Moan for me, let me hear you calling for me.

Rafe stuck two fingers inside you while he sucked and licked your clit with skill, he seemed like a professional at it, he licked you so well. His fingers began to move quickly in your wet slit, Rafe seemed almost drunk with your sweet taste.

— Rafe, oh, fuck. Suck me like that, yea. — You whimpered.

Rafe's fingers rubbed your clit with more pressure, making your body spasm automatically. Meanwhile, his tongue was still working on you. His face was getting all wet because of you.

— Like that, is it? — He thrust his face eagerly into your pussy, moving his tongue up and down without hesitation.

— Yes, just like that. — You held the pillowcase tightly as your eyes rolled back.

He quickly stopped sucking you and removed his two fingers from inside you.

— Damn, why did you stop?

— The game can't end so soon, darling. — He moved his body up, getting on top of you. — Get on all fours for me, I want to fuck you while looking at that ass.

Your body shivered at his words and you quickly obeyed, placing yourself in the position he asked. Your face was buried in the pillow and your ass was raised towards him, giving him a view of your entire open pussy.

— Hot little slut, you have no idea what you do to me, girl. — Rafe slapped your ass and positioned himself behind you, ready to fuck you.

Rafe thrust his cock inside you, making you let out a loud moan. He was so big and thick that your pussy was crying.

— Oh Rafe..

— Yes, say my name, moan like the good little bitch you are. — He began to move, thrusting hard and without a shred of mercy. He was dying to skin your pussy.

With his free hands, Rafe grabbed a handful of your hair and wrapped it in his hands, pulling it as he thrust his cock deep inside. You could feel your pussy being torn apart by his size and thickness.

— Yea, fuck my pussy. — You rolled your eyes, no one had ever fucked you as well as this man.

— Dirty bitch, I'm going to fuck you all over. — He pulled your hair harder, your moans were like music to his ears. You could feel the impact of his balls hitting your ass as he thrust faster and deeper inside you.

Your pussy began to contract against his hardness. You could feel his cock so deep touching your womb that you began to writhe on the bed.

— Oh Baby Girl, so thirsty for cock. Look how easily he enters you. — He slapped your ass hard, eliciting a scream that was soon muffled by the pillow that covered your face as you were fucked mercilessly.

The man pressed your head against the mattress, leaving you immobile, you were burning with desire. Your full breasts were squeezed as he pressed your body down, thrusting into you from behind. You were both so excited that you felt like you were going to cum fast.

— Keep it up. — Your moans were getting more and more desperate.

Rafe quickly brought your hands up to your head with you still on your back and continued his movements. He grunted as he felt you throb several times in a row.

— Look at you, I should have done this before. — His aggressive waist came back and forth quickly.

Unable to hold it any longer, you came, you came hard on his cock. He laughed victoriously as you came limply, he had been expecting this, you had been horny for ages, you needed that.

— You came so fast, baby, but I still need you.

Rafe turned you around in a sudden movement, making you face him again. He didn’t need to say anything else, you volunteered by getting on your knees on the bed.

— Hold those tits, I’m going to fuck them. — He ordered.

You held your breasts pressed together. Rafe quickly moved his cock to the middle of your full breasts, fitting himself there. You moved your big tits up and down on him as you looked at him.

— Do you like it like this? — You bit your lip as you let him rub his cock against your full breasts.

Rafe nodded in agreement as he felt his cock being wrapped around your big breasts.

— Your tits are so fucking hot, I can’t wait to get them all wet with cum. — He fucked your tits faster, a hoarse moan left his lips as he rubbed himself against you.

Rafe was insane, he just wanted to cum inside you. As he rubbed himself against your breasts, his hand helped by masturbating your thickness.

— Keep that little mouth wide open for me. — Rafe slapped your face lightly.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, already waiting for what was to come. Rafe felt like he was going to explode, so he soon reached orgasm, wetting your tits and his mouth, leaving you all dirty. You swallowed what fell on your lips while Rafe cleaned every drop of cum that fell on your breasts, taking it to your mouth and making you swallow even more.

— That’s my girl, swallowed it all. — You fell onto the bed exhausted, your body was softer than usual. Rafe soon lay down next to you, seeing the state you were in.

— You finished me off. — You said without much strength or courage.

— Is my baby needy? Well, I guess I’ll have to take care of you then. — He covered you with the sheet, leaving you comfortably on the bed and left a kiss on your forehead.

— When you have enough strength to get up, I’ll take you to the bathroom so we can take a shower. You’ll sleep with me tonight. — Rafe gave a half smile as he looked at you, stroking your hair.

— I’ll get used to it like this. — You joked.

— Don’t worry, this is just the beginning, princess.

[vampstarkey]

tutor!reader thigh riding frat!rafe's tatted thigh ༉ೀ

warnings — frat!rafe, rafe has a thigh tattoo, thigh riding, dirty talk, praising, groping, nipple play, finger sucking wc — 1.1k a/n — based on this post i made + ty @rafescvntyclubgf for the mention of the champion shorts and backwards hat

the semester nearing its end meant finals were approaching, and while half the class panicked, you were more than ready. the one thing you weren't prepared for was being asked for help by rafe cameron. your declines seemingly did nothing but fall on deaf ears, merely encouraging his pleas until you gave in, which led to the two of you spending time together for the past few weeks. while you took the study sessions seriously, there were countless times when you had to get onto rafe, who shamelessly flirted with you the entire time, to pay attention. 

your patience started to wear thin, but thankfully, it was your last session before finals. “rafe, knock it off,” you warned as he shot the mini basketball into the hoop attached to his bedroom door for what felt like the millionth time. as he was about to shoot the ball again, you reached over, snatching it from his hands, “are you even paying attention?”

“yeah, ‘course i am, it’s kind of hard not to pay attention to a pretty girl like you,” he hummed, removing his hat to fix his hair before placing it back onto his head. he clasped his hands behind his head, spreading his legs as he sat back in his chair. your eyes darted to his spread legs at the sudden movement, causing his black champion shorts to ride up his thigh. your mouth went dry when you caught sight of the ink etched into his tanned skin. 

you never expected rafe to have a thigh tattoo, let alone a tattoo in general, and you found yourself biting your lip as the thoughts your brain conjured increasingly became filthier the longer you stared at the permanent ink. after what felt like an eternity, you snapped out of it, quickly averting your gaze and clearing your throat. “can you please just focus? finals are next week,” you tried to hide your flushed face, hoping he didn’t catch you practically gawking at him, but he did. 

“i am focused,” he paused, a knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “but i think i’ll focus better with you on my lap.” he watched in amusement as your eyes widened at his suggestion, “i-i don’t think that’s appropriate or a good idea.” 

“come on, i can guarantee that it’ll help me focus while you review the chapter,” rafe grinned, “don’t you want me to focus so i can pass this final?” you nervously chewed at your lip, “are you sure you’ll focus if i do?” you questioned, eyeing him reluctantly, “i promise, and i’ll keep my hands to myself,”  he held his hands up. 

“okay, only if you pay attention and keep your hands to yourself,” you jab a finger into his chest, “has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” rafe muttered, earning a small smack to the chest. “i’m just messing with you, princess. no need to smack me around,” his hands grabbed your hips to pull you onto him till your legs were on either side of his thigh. 

“s’okay if i put my arms around your waist or are you gonna smack me again?” he rested his chin on your shoulder. “as long as you keep them there,” you turned your head to the side, your breath catching in your throat at how close his face was to yours before turning back around. 

your hand trembles as you skim through the textbook to find where you last left off, your nerves getting the best of you at the close proximity. when you finally found the page, you started reviewing the material, reading aloud to rafe, and asking questions to ensure he understood. 

as you reviewed the chapter, rafe started to bounce his leg up and down, “rafe, stop doing that, you’re distracting me—” your breath hitched when his thigh rubbed against your cunt through your panties. “stop doin’ what? this?” he bounced his leg again, his breath fanning against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. “i-i’m trying to make sure you pass” you stutter, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks as they dig into your palms. 

“just trying to help my sweet tutor loosen up. you’ve been so tense during our study sessions,” he promises. “besides, i already know everything for the final. i just wanted an excuse to be around you,” he added, stopping his movements. you whimpered at his confession, your resolve crumbling as your hips subconsciously rutted against his toned thigh, seeking friction. “thought you wanted me to stop?” he teased, his hands sliding from your waist to under your skirt, settling on your hips, “p-please don’t” you whined. 

his grip on your hips tightened, guiding you to drag your cunt against his thigh. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, muffling your desperate moans to avoid the chances of his fraternity brothers hearing you. “make as much noise as you want, princess. s’just us here,” rafe whispered, burying his face into the side of your neck, “wanna hear all those sweet noises you make.”

his teeth nipped at your flesh, “feel good?” he helped you rock your hips. your arousal soaked through your panties, making a mess on his bare thigh, and you nod pathetically. “yeah? want to make it feel even better?” rafe rasps, pulling you till your back is flush with his chest. “please, rafe,” you begged, feeling his hand slip lower, his fingers hooking inside your panties to tug them aside, leaving you exposed. you desperately rut at his thigh, a moan ripping from your throat when he flexes his thigh. 

“good girl,” rafe coos, “trying to get yourself off on my thigh like the needy little thing you are.” your eyes flutter shut, a small gasp spilling from your lips when his tongue sweeps up the side of your neck to nip at the lobe of your ear, “you’re so close, aren’t you? c’mon, princess, make a mess f’me.” he slides one hand up your torso, pushing your cashmere sweater to sit above your breasts.

rafe dips his hand under your bra, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling at your nipple. your brows pinch together at his touch, “rafe!” you squeaked, your jaw going slack. your cries fill the room; your pussy clenching around nothing as you cum, making a mess all over his thigh. 

you pant, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, “shit…look at the mess you made,” rafe groaned. you crane your neck down, your face flushing at the sight of his thigh glistening, “such a messy little thing. maybe i should make you lick it clean, huh?” rafe swiped his fingers across his thigh before prodding them against your lips, moaning softly when you eagerly take his fingers into your mouth.

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