#voracious!rafe

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Phone inspection ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content WARNING; voracious!rafe, toxic relationship, deep throat, throat fucking, degradation, powe dynamics, dick slapping, +18 MDNI.

Rafe didn’t trust anyone, least of all Y/N. Checking her phone was routine, a habit he’d drilled into their relationship like a fucking law. She’d hand it over without a fight, fingers trembling as she unlocked it for him, knowing he’d scroll through every text, every app, every dirty little corner of her digital life. Usually, it was boring shit— selfies with her friends, some sappy playlist, a few flirty texts she’d sent him late at night when he was out handling business. But today, he found something that made his blood run hot.

Tumblr.

She’d never mentioned it, never even hinted at it. The app sat there, buried in a folder labeled “Random,” like she thought he wouldn’t notice. He tapped it open, and the first thing that hit him was a photo; a girl on her knees, tongue lolling out like a goddamn slut, face dripping with thick, white cum. Her eyes were glazed, fucking submissive. His grip tightened on the phone, knuckles whitening. His girlfriend had been hiding this shit from him, his sweet, innocent girl, scrolling through filth like some secret slut.

He didn’t say a word when he tossed the phone back to her. She was sprawled on the couch, legs tucked under her, hair spilling over her shoulders, wearing one of his oversized shirts that barely covered her ass. Those big eyes flicked up at him, catching the storm in his face, but she didn’t have time to ask before he was on her.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her off the couch. She yelped, stumbling to the floor, her hands scrambling for balance as he dragged her down.

“Rafe, what—” she started, but he cut her off, unzipping his jeans with one hand, the other still tangled in her hair, pulling so hard her scalp burned. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from the image seared into his brain and the fact that Y/N had kept it from him.

Secrets. He hated secrets.

“You think you can hide shit from me?” he spat, shoving her face toward his dick. Her lips parted on instinct, a soft whimper escaping, but he didn’t care. He thrust forward, slamming into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat so fast she gagged, eyes watering instantly. “Tumblr, huh? Looking at girls taking cum like good little sluts? That what you want, baby?”

She tried to pull back, choking, spit dripping down her chin, but he held her there, fingers digging into her skull. Her tongue flattened against him and he groaned, fucking her throat harder, the wet gluck-gluck of her gagging filling the room. Her hands grabbed at his thighs, nails digging in, but she didn’t fight—didn’t want to either.

“Obedient,” he mocked, mimicking the caption as he rammed himself deeper, feeling her throat spasm around him. “That’s what you wanna be, right? Some dumb slut with her tongue out, begging for it?”

Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, mixing with the drool and pre-cum leaking from her stretched lips. She so looked wrecked, those pretty eyes wide and pleading, but he didn’t slow down.

“You don’t get to keep secrets, baby. You’re mine—every fucking thought, every dirty little fantasy.”

He pulled out just long enough for her to gasp, a string of spit connecting her mouth to his cock, before he shoved back in, deeper this time, holding her head flush against him until her nose pressed into his pelvis. She thrashed, throat convulsing, but he didn’t let up, his balls tightening as he watched her struggle.

“Take it,” he snarled. “Take it like that bitch on your phone.”

When he finally came, it was messy, flooding her throat, spilling out the corners of her mouth as she coughed and sputtered. He yanked her off, letting her fall back onto her heels, chest heaving, face a fucking mess; cum dripping down her chin, lips swollen, eyes red. She stared up at him, dazed, just like the girl in the photo. He smirked, wiping his dick on her cheek and slapping her with it before stepping back.

“Next time, you tell me what you’re into,” he said. “Or I’ll fuck it out of you again.”

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Rafe reacting to readers queefing!

content WARNING: sexual content, piv, embarrassing moment, +18 MDNI. based on this request HERE!

RAFE × MOMMYBUNNY!READER:

The clock was ticking past midnight as Rafe and his wife moved together, their breaths syncing in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Mid-thrust, a sudden, unexpected queef escaped Y/N, the awkward sound cutting through the air like a misplaced note. She froze, her cheeks flaming red, and buried her face in her hands, pulling the sheet up to hide as if she could vanish. Rafe paused, his cock still buried deep, and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“Oh, baby, that’s nothing,” he teased as he gently tugged her hands away, revealing her shy grin. “You’re too cute to be embarrassed—let’s keep going, mama.”

RAFE × BIMBO!READER:

Rafe and his girl had been going at it for a while, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock thrusting deep inside her wet pussy, the air thick with their moans. Then a sudden queef escaped her as her walls shifted around him. She burst into giggles, her laughter bright, her cheeks flushing as she buried her face in his neck.

“Oh my God, Rafey!” she squeaked between laughs, her body shaking beneath him.

Rafe froze for a split second, his brows shooting up, then a deep, rumbling chuckle escaped him, his lips curling into a grin.

“Fuck, baby,” he said as he kept thrusting, slower now. “That’s my girl—makin’ music down there.”

COWBOY!RAFE:

Rafe had Y/N pinned beneath him on his bed. Her thighs were spread wide, her tight pussy clenching around his thick cock as he fucked her hard.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” he rasped, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her braid, pulling just enough to make her gasp. Her body arched, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Then, mid-thrust, a sharp pfft sound broke the air. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment, her hands flying to cover her face.

“Oh God, Rafe, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, mortified. Rafe froze for a split second, his smirk twitching. He let out a low chuckle, leaning down to nip her earlobe.

“Relax, just means I’m fuckin’ you right.” He didn’t miss a beat, thrusting deeper as he growled, “Gonna make you do it again.”

SENIOR!RAFE:

Her breath hitches as Rafe thrusts into her, her silver rosary bouncing between her breasts. Rafe grips her thighs, his fingers bruising as he drives deeper. Then it happens... a soft, unmistakable pff as air escapes her. She freezes, her face flushing crimson.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. She tries to pull away, legs closing. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

Rafe laughs, not missing a beat.

“Fuck, princess,” he says as he pins her hips down, keeping her spread. “You think that’s gonna stop me? Cute.” He thrusts again, harder, making her whimper, her shyness only fueling him. “You’re so fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed.” He leans down, biting her earlobe, whispering, “Do it again, bunny. Let me hear you.”

APEROL!SPRITZ!RAFE:

As every other night, Rafe and his wife were lost in each other, his hands gripping her hips as they moved together. In the heat of the moment, a soft pfft broke the silence. Y/N froze a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she buried her face in his shoulder.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled. Rafe paused, his lips twitching into a grin.

“Is that you serenading me, love?” he teased, his hands sliding to cup her face, coaxing her to look at him. “That’s new. Kinda cute.” His grin widened, no trace of judgment, only love.

Y/N swatted his chest. “Stop it, Rafe,” she groaned, but her giggle betrayed her, easing her embarrassment.

He leaned down, kissing her softly as he murmured, “You’re perfect, you know that? Even your body’s got jokes.”

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DESIRE & FLESH ♡ Senior!Rafe × Freshman!Reader

• He’s drawn to her softness; she’s fascinated by his intensity, like he’s a puzzle she wants to solve.

• They try to study together, but it usually ends with him distracting her, pulling her into his lap or stealing her pen just to mess with her.

• Rafe hovers when she’s in the lab late, showing up unannounced with coffee (or just to drag her home).

• They don’t talk about feelings much—Rafe’s too guarded, she’s too shy—but they find peace in each other. She’ll read aloud from her textbooks while he sprawls beside her, half-listening, half-calmed by her voice.

content: Limbo , Lust , Gluttony , Greed , Wrath , Heresy , Violence , Fraud , Treachery.

extras: phone inspection ,

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DESIRE & FLESH ♡ Rafe Cameron

content WARNING: voracious!rafe, mentions of blood, mentions of raw meat, mentions of BPD.

♡ notie note . . . reposting this bc it got lost n the other acc lol

Fourth year, same old campus, same old pressure from Ward clawing at his nerves. He’d parked near the freshman dorms to dodge the move-in day circus, but a scene nearby snagged his attention.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce purred to a stop, and out stepped a girl who looked like she’d walked off the cover of some fashion magazine. Her parents flanked her like bodyguards, her dad barking orders at a driver unloading designer suitcases, her mom dabbing her eyes with a silk handkerchief. The girl stood there clutching a monogrammed backpack, offering shy smiles and soft "goodbyes"s as her parents fussed. Rafe smirked despite himself. It was cute, in a ridiculous, out-of-touch kind of way. Like a princess stepping into a world she didn’t belong in. He filed her face away in his mind and drove off, figuring he’d never see her again.

Two weeks later, Rafe was slouched in the waiting room of the campus health center, leg bouncing impatiently. He was there to pick up his meds, borderline personality disorder didn’t exactly play nice with college stress, and he’d been on edge all morning. The receptionist was taking her sweet time, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, grating on his nerves. He rubbed a hand over his face, muttering under his breath, when the door swung open.

There she was again.

The Rolls-Royce girl.

She stumbled in, her cheeks flushed red and splotchy, one hand scratching at her neck. She looked miserable but still managed a polite "excuse me" as she shuffled to the counter. Her sundress was wrinkled, and her hair was a little messy, nothing like the pristine vision from the parking lot. Rafe’s eyes narrowed, intrigued.

“Um, hello,” she said to the nurse. “I think I’m having a… reaction? They made us eat something at the initiation thing. It was, uh, not good.” She wrinkled her nose, like she could still taste it. “I don’t know what it was. Maybe something raw? But I think I’m allergic.”

The nurse raised an eyebrow, scribbling something down. “Freshman hazing, huh? Sit tight, we’ll get you an antihistamine.”

She nodded, turning to find a seat, and that’s when her eyes landed on Rafe. He didn’t look away, didn’t bother pretending he wasn’t staring. She hesitated, then offered a small, awkward wave before sinking into the chair across from him. Up close, he could see the hives creeping up her neck, angry red against her porcelain skin. She scratched absently, then caught herself and folded her hands in her lap like she’d been scolded.

“You’re that girl from the parking lot,” Rafe said, voice low, testing the waters. “The one with the fancy car and the crying mom.”

She blinked, her eyes widening.

“Oh! You saw that?” She laughed, a little self-conscious, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, my parents… they’re a lot. I told them I’d be fine, but they insisted.” She shrugged, like it was normal for a college drop-off to look like a diplomatic visit.

Rafe snorted. “Yeah, it was hard to miss. What’s your deal? You some kinda heiress or something?”

Her cheeks went pink—well, pinker than the hives—and she shook her head. “No, no. Just… my family has money. I’m Y/N, by the way.” She stuck out her hand, formal and a little old-fashioned, like she’d been trained in etiquette classes.

He stared at her hand for a beat too long before shaking it, his grip firm but not crushing. “Rafe Cameron. Fourth year. You’re a freshman, right?”

She nodded, pulling her hand back to fidget with the hem of her dress. “Yes. Medical student. I just started, and already I’m here because of… what was it? A sardine-and-peanut-butter sandwich?” She shuddered, and Rafe couldn’t help the grin tugging at his lips.

“It was raw meat. Sigma Chi’s idea of a welcome. Initiation bullshit. You’re lucky it was just a taste.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in shock.

“Raw meat? That’s… disgusting.” She shuddered, nose wrinkling again, and Rafe found it stupidly endearing. “I told them I’m vegan, but they laughed. Said it was tradition.” She paused, tilting her head. “You know about this?”

He snorted, leaning back. “Yeah, I’m in Sigm— I’m a senior.” He didn’t offer his hand, too formal for his vibe, but his eyes flicked over her, cataloging every detail. “They used to do worse.”

She opened her glossy lips for a second and then gestured to her neck, grimacing. “Not a great start.”

Rafe’s smirk widened, something dark and playful stirring in his chest.

“You’re too cute for this place, princess.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling to a photo from his freshman year. He slid it across to her.

The image showed a younger Rafe, grinning wickedly, surrounded by other freshmen, all of them drenched in blood, faces smeared, clothes soaked. It looked like a scene from a slaughterhouse.

“Back when I pledged, they had us do this. Pig’s blood, they said. Poured buckets of it. You’re lucky we toned it down.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes glued to the photo.

“That’s… horrifying.” She handed the phone back, her fingers trembling slightly, but her voice stayed calm. “Why would anyone do that?”

Rafe shrugged, pocketing the phone, his gaze intense.

“Power. Tradition. Breaks you in.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a murmur. “You’d look so fucking good covered in blood, though. Bet it’d make those eyes of yours glow.”

She blinked, startled, then laughed nervously, like she wasn’t sure if he was joking.

“Um… thank you? I think?” She tilted her head, that puzzled smile tugging at her lips, completely missing the hunger in his stare. She scratched again, then stopped with a sheepish smile. “You’re here a lot, then?”

He tensed, not about to spill his life story to some naive newbie. “Nah, just picking up something. I’ve been around long enough to see the patterns.” He tapped his fingers on the armrest, glancing away, but her gaze stayed on him. It threw him off.

The nurse called her name, and she stood, smoothing her dress. “It was nice to meet you, Rafe,” she said, like she meant it. “Maybe I’ll see you around? Without the… allergic disasters?”

He smirked, leaning forward now, elbows on his knees. “Yeah, maybe. Try not to eat anything weird next time, princess.”

She laughed, unbothered by the nickname and disappeared behind the counter. Rafe watched her go, something restless stirring in his chest. She was too soft for this place, too good. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to protect that or ruin it.

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DESIRE & FLESH ♡ Rafe Cameron

content WARNING: voracious!rafe, brief mentions of cannibalism, fraternity pranks.

♡ notie note . . . reposting this bc it got lost n the other acc lol

Limbo: “Here we found ourselves in a vast plain, where sighs, laments, and deep wails resounded through the starless air… These were the souls of those who lived without infamy or praise, neither rebellious against God nor faithful to Him, but for themselves alone… They are mingled with that caitiff choir of angels who were neither for God nor Satan, but only for their own being.”

—Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto II

Classes were done, students tucked away in dorms or frat houses, leaving the world to Y/N and the mess the Sigma idiots had made of her life. Her stuff was everywhere; scattered like entrails across the frozen ground. A monogrammed suitcase lay gutted, its leather hide split open, spilling silk blouses and pastel skirts into the dirt. Books she’d painstakingly tabbed with colored sticky notes fluttered in the wind, pages curling like wounded birds. A tiny porcelain music box sat cracked beside a trampled pearl earring.

The Sigma frat had stormed her dorm, a hazing prank, and dumped it all here while she’d been in lecture. She should’ve cried. Her chest ached for it, a tight knot of humiliation and homesickness, but Y/N just knelt there, calm as a saint, gathering her wreckage piece by piece.

She didn’t hear the Jeep at first.

Rafe had been cutting through the yard on his way off-campus. He was halfway to gone when he saw her, that Rolls-Royce girl from move-in day, alone in the cold, picking through her ruined life like some lost little doll. He killed the engine, stepped out, and leaned against the hood, arms crossed, watching her for a beat too long before he spoke.

“You’re that fancy car chick,” he said. “What the hell happened here?”

Y/N looked up, startled, her cheeks kissed pink by the chill. She blinked those big, trusting eyes at him, then offered a small, shaky smile, like she wasn’t kneeling in her own disaster.

“Oh—hello. Yes, I suppose that’s me.” She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, smudging dirt on her face without noticing. “Some boys from… Sigma, I think? They thought it’d be funny to… well, this.”

She gestured vaguely at the mess, her soft words sounding melodic even now.

Rafe snorted, pushing off the Jeep and closing the distance.

“Sigma assholes. Figures. They’re animals.” He crouched beside her, picking up a textbook—Gray’s Anatomy, spine bent—and tossed it into her open suitcase. Helping like it hadn’t been his idea to tell his brothers to do that. “You’re too calm about this. Most girls would be screaming bloody murder.”

She tilted her head, that puzzled little smile tugging her lips.

“Screaming wouldn’t bring it back, would it? I just… I want to fix it.” Her voice was quiet, and she reached for a torn sundress, folding it with trembling fingers. “Thank you, though. For stopping.”

He didn’t answer right away, just kept grabbing her stuff, shoving it into the suitcase with less care than she did.

Up close, she was something else...

Her skin glowed, smooth as cream, stretched tight over the delicate bones of her shoulders. The cold had her shivering, goosebumps prickling up her arms, and her neck—God, her neck—was a long, unbroken line, soft and bare where her coat gapped open.

Rafe’s eyes locked there, tracing the faint pulse under her jaw, the way it fluttered like a trapped bird. She looked edible... tender, like something you could sink your teeth into and tear apart. His mouth watered, a sudden, vicious hunger clawing up his throat, and he clenched his jaw to choke it down.

“You talk a lot,” he muttered, snatching up a notebook with scribbles and handing it to her. His fingers brushed hers, cold against warm, and he felt the jolt of it in his gut.

Y/N laughed. “Do I? I’m sorry. My mother says I yap like a puppy when I’m nervous.” She took the notebook, clutching it to her chest, and kept going, oblivious to the way his gaze darkened. “It’s just—I didn’t expect this, you know? I thought college would be… lectures and coffee and new friends, not… this. But it’s okay. I’ll manage. I always do.”

He couldn’t stop staring.

Her shoulders were narrow, fragile, the kind you could snap with a squeeze, and her skin looked so fucking soft, like velvet begging to be marked. He imagined it, teeth on her neck, biting down hard, tasting the salt of her, the copper bloom of blood. His hands twitched, itching to grab, to rip, to devour her whole. She was too good, too pure, kneeling there in her pastel ruin, and it made him ravenous; voracious in a way that scared him, thrilled him. He wanted to eat her alive, swallow her down until there was nothing left but him. Love, hunger, possession—it all snarled together in his chest, and he shoved it deep, masking it with a smirk.

“Yeah, well, manage faster,” he said, standing and hauling her suitcase upright. “You’re gonna freeze out here, princess. Let me carry this back—where’s your dorm?”

She blinked up at him, surprised, then scrambled to her feet, brushing dirt off her knees.

“Oh—you don’t have to—I mean, thank you, really. It’s just over there.” She pointed across the yard, still yapping as they started walking, her voice a soft hum against the wind. “I’m Y/N, by the way. Y/F/N, but Y/N’S easier. You’re Rafe, right? From the nurse office? I remember you.”

He grunted, half-listening, the suitcase heavy in his grip but nothing compared to the weight of his thoughts. Her neck swayed as she walked, smooth and plump, a feast waiting to happen. He could smell her now, and it hit him like a drug, pooling hot in his veins. She was too much, too perfect, and he wanted her in ways she’d never understand. And he’d drag her into whether she liked it or not.

“Keep up, princess,” he said as he glanced back at her. “And don’t thank me yet.”

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Have you gotten rid of voracious rafe can't remember is that was the name or not 🥲

hi! nope but all the material was n my deleted acc:(( I just have the document with the last chapters so I'm trying to get some of the material back:((

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so um... ik you lost ur work for desire and flesh on ur old acc or something? but it is so so good... so more desire and flesh, pls? if u can ofc... so sorry!

I want to post more for that one but I think not a lot of ppl like that one(( and I’m having second thoughts about that AU being good enough lol

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https://www.tumblr.com/slvbum/789516192741310464/desire-flesh-rafe-cameron-content-warning

who approaches a person and then tells THEM “you talk to much” like you’re the one who came up and spoke to me??😭😭

rafe bc he’s a dick