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⋆˚࿔ trailer¡park reader && rafe cameron

TOO DUMB TO THINK.

The air is thick with smoke, hazy tendrils curling through the dimly lit room, clinging to your skin, seeping into your lungs. The couch beneath you is worn, springs digging into your back as Rafe fucks you into it, each brutal thrust shoving you deeper into the cushions. Your body feels weightless, boneless, a pliant thing made only for his use. Everything is slow, syrupy, your mind slipping between the cracks of consciousness, drowning in the pleasure he forces on you. Your limbs are slack, useless, your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused as you stare at the ceiling, watching the smoke swirl above you.

Barry leans against the doorframe, a blunt dangling from his lips, watching like he’s studying a piece of art. The ember glows as he inhales, the scent mixing with the musk of sweat and sex. His eyes are hooded, dark, flickering between where Rafe splits you open and the ruined expression on your face. He exhales slowly, smoke pouring past his lips, lazy amusement curling at the edges of his mouth. ❝Fuck, man, she’s just a dumb little slut for you, huh?❞ His voice is thick, dripping with something that makes your stomach clench, makes your thighs tremble where they’re spread wide, forced open by Rafe’s unforgiving grip.

Rafe laughs, the sound sharp, teeth flashing in the dim light as he drags his fingers down your spine, pressing into your skin like he wants to leave bruises, wants to mark you from the inside out. ❝You don’t know how good she is until you’re the one making her scream, Barry.❞ His voice is rough, strained, pleasure thick in every syllable. His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt, making you jolt, making your back arch, a wrecked whimper spilling from your lips. You’re so far gone, teetering on the edge of oblivion, floating in the space between pleasure and nothingness, between reality and something dreamlike, something deeper.

Barry exhales another cloud of smoke, the glow of the blunt flickering as he grins, sharp and knowing. ❝She looks like a fuckin’ doll, man. You see how pretty she is like this? All fucked out and dumb for you? ❞ He steps closer, the heat of his presence pressing against your skin, making your lashes flutter. His knuckles brush over your cheek, slow and deliberate, his touch light but condescending. ❝Are you even still in there, doll? Or did Rafe already fuck you stupid? ❞

Your lips part, a breathless sound escaping, but no words come, only the softest whimper, the barest acknowledgement that you can still hear them, still feel everything, even if you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything but take what Rafe gives you. Barry chuckles, dragging the blunt across his lips before tapping ash onto the floor, like this is nothing more than some casual conversation, like you aren’t laid out, trembling and wrecked between them.

Rafe grips your chin, forcing your head back, making you look at him, his pupils blown wide, sweat beading at his temples, golden skin glowing in the dim light. ❝Still with us, sweetheart?❞ His voice is sweet and teasing, but there’s a cruel edge to it, a twisted sort of satisfaction in the way you struggle to focus, to hold onto the fraying threads of lucidity. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours, but he doesn’t kiss you, just lets his breath fan over your mouth, lets you chase the contact, lets you beg without words. ❝God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Can’t even fight it, can you? ❞ You shake your head, or at least you think you do, but your body doesn’t really belong to you anymore. It belongs to them. To him. To the hands that grip you too tight, to the mouths that spill filthy words into your ears, to the eyes that devour every little reaction you give, drinking it up like something sacred.

Barry hums, the sound low, appreciative. ❝She’s fuckin’ ruined, man. You got her trained real good. ❞ He drags his fingers over your parted lips, pressing them into your mouth, watching as your tongue flicks out instinctively, your body moving on autopilot, doing whatever they want without hesitation. ❝Bet she’d let you do anything to her right now.❞

Rafe groans, his pace stuttering for half a second before he doubles down, thrusts rough and punishing, pulling wrecked sounds from your throat, your hands clutching at the cushions, searching for something solid in the mess of sensation. ❝She’s already let me,❞ he mutters, mostly to himself, his voice wrecked, his grip tightening. ❝Fuck, baby, you feel too fucking good. Can’t get enough of you. ❞

The heat builds again, sharp and all-consuming, sparking behind your eyes, curling in your gut. You whimper, thighs trembling, body tensing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming. Rafe feels it, curses under his breath, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin. ❝Are you going to cum for me, baby?❞ His voice is hoarse, ragged, desperate. ❝Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over me?❞ Barry watches, grinning, his gaze locked onto the way you fall apart, the way you shatter, moaning and trembling, your body wracked with pleasure, boneless beneath Rafe’s unrelenting pace. ❝That’s it, baby,❞ Barry murmurs, voice low, smug. ❝Give him a fuckin’ show.❞

And you do. You unravel, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you spent, ruined, floating somewhere between reality and something far more dangerous. Rafe groans, burying himself deep, chasing his own high, his breath hot against your ear as he spills inside you, claiming you in every way that matters. The room spins, the smoke thick, the weight of their gazes still heavy on your skin. Barry takes another drag, exhales slowly, watching you through the haze. ❝Shit, man,❞ he drawls, flicking the last of his blunt into an empty bottle. ❝She’s a fuckin’ dream.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : just something filthy and fun <3 hope u enjoy, mwah !! trying to get through anon requests soon, I promise !! also… what do we think about Barry being involved? be honest 

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

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⋆⁎✽๛ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 --- for requests

෴ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This content is dark and very triggering. Minors and easily triggered people, do not interact. Your mental health matters. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

෴ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: MY CONTENT IS DARK AND DARK ONLY. My requests are now OPENED. You can request as many fictions as you want, but you have to check out my CHARACTERS LIST and my WARNINGS first. IF YOU ARE ANON, USE AN EMOJI, SO WE CAN TALK MORE <3. Request via my INBOX. Please, also write a short summary of your ideas, do not just send in the number of the promp and the character. Thank you.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 I will use for these: Choking; chasing kink; Dacryphilia (tear kink); fear kink; dv + heavy violence; restraints; manhanding and others. Please choose a few in your request.

"You flinch like that again in public, and I’ll give you a real reason to." (1)

"I don’t remember asking what you wanted, sweetheart." (2)

"You can cry if you want. Won’t change a damn thing." (3)

"That’s the problem with you. You never fucking listen." (4)

"Go ahead. Tell me no again." (5)

"You move, and I promise it’ll be worse." (6)

"I told you to sit down. Don’t make me say it twice." (7)

"You think I give a fuck if you’re scared?" (8)

"I liked you better when you knew your place." (9)

"You’re only still breathing because I let you." (10)

"See how quiet you can be after I slap you around?" (11)

"You can beg if you want. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop." (12)

"Do I look like a man who’s gonna change his mind?" (13)

"At least make yourself useful, baby." (14)

"You act like I haven’t done this before." (15)

"If you were strong enough to stop me, angel, you would have by now." (16)

"C'mon, baby, don't cry...we haven't even started." (17)

"I'll destroy your pretty face of yours if you do that again." (18)

"Come here. Now." (19)

"I'd suggest you returned because if I catch you...you won't like what I'll do to you." (20)

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EWWWWW i fucking hate this new tumblr update

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What about step!bro!rafes friends talking about his step!sister in a very explicit way and step!sister walks in and step!bro rafe makes her sit on his lap and has his hand moving very high up on her thigh and his friends are just watching

⋆˚࿔ step¡sister reader && rafe cameron

SAY GOODNIGHT TO MY FRIENDS.

The air in the room was thick with cologne, whisky, and something else—something darker. The low murmur of voices, the occasional clink of ice against glass, the lazy sound of Rafe chuckling under his breath—it all blended together into a space that felt hazy, heavy, dangerous. 

Topper let out a low breath, shaking his head, his voice tinged with something between disbelief and fascination. ❝Man, it’s fucked. You’re fucked. Your own stepsister? And she just—what? Let's you? ❞

Kelce scoffed, shifting uncomfortably, but his eyes gleamed with something dark. ❝Let’s be real. She isn’t just letting him. You’ve seen her, man. She’s built for it. All soft and sweet, prancing around the house in those little skirts, acting like she doesn’t have a clue. Like she isn’t begging ’for it. ❞ He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head. ❝Swear to God, Rafe, she’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even need to know what she’s doing to drive a man insane.❞

Rafe just grinned, stretching out lazily, like he hadn’t already thought about this a thousand times over. ❝She doesn’t even realise,❞ he murmured, tilting his head like he was indulging in a fond memory. ❝Doesn’t get why I always want to touch her, always want to spread those pretty thighs open. Have you ever seen a girl cry when she comes? Fuckin’ sob for it? She gets all wet and shaky, like she can’t handle it, but then she’s grinding down, chasing it. ❞ He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. ❝Shit, man. You should hear the noises she makes when I stuff her full. Little gasps, like she’s struggling to take it—like she knows she shouldn’t.❞

Kelce cursed under his breath, shifting where he sat. ❝Fuck, bro. What’s she like when you really wreck her? ❞

Rafe smirked, biting his lip, eyes dark with something possessive. ❝You ever fuck a girl so dumb she can’t even speak? Just little whimpers, eyes all glossy, like she’s ruined for anything else? ❞ His fingers tapped lazily against his thigh. ❝She sucks my fingers just to keep quiet. Like she knows she shouldn’t be moaning my name like that. Fuckin’ clampsaround me like she’s trying to keep me inside. ❞ He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. ❝And the way she looks afterwards? All fucked out, all mine? Man, I don’t even think she gets how dirty she is. ❞

You hadn’t been paying attention at first, padding barefoot through the hallway, the sleeves of Rafe’s old t-shirt hanging long past your wrists, your body warm from sleep. You just wanted to find him. You hadn’t even thought about whether he’d have company, not when he’d spent all of dinner teasing you under the table, slipping his hand onto your thigh just to watch you squirm. But then, just before you pushed open the door, you heard them.

❝—so fuckin’ tight, huh?❞ Kelce laughs, voice dripping with disbelief.

❝Nah, man, you don’t get it.❞ Rafe’s voice was low and drawling, each word rolling slow and smug from his lips. ❝She cries when I put it in. Every single time. Like a good girl.❞

You froze.

Kelce made a strained noise, somewhere between disbelief and something much filthier, and Rafe only chuckled. ❝Yeah, yeah, I know. I thought it was fucked up at first too, but she’s just so sweet about it, man. Always getting all wet just from me playing with her. Can’t help myself. ❞

Your stomach plummeted. A silence stretched. Heavy. Loaded. Like they didn’t quite know what to say, like maybe they should speak up, but maybe they didn’t want to.

And then Topper, voice rough and barely there, muttered, ❝You’re saying she lets you do whatever you want?❞

Rafe scoffed. Amused. ❝Let me? Bro, she fucking needs it. I get her worked up, and she’s a mess. It’s adorable. She looks so guilty about it too, but the second I start touching her, she’s mine. I swear, I could get her to do anything.❞

Heat rushed to your face, humiliation prickling in your chest. They were talking about you, talking about what Rafe did to you, laughing about it like it was some kind of joke. But before you could run, before you could even process it, Rafe’s head turned toward the doorway. He saw you.

And he smirked.

❝Speak of the fuckin’ devil,❞ he drawled, and just like that, three pairs of eyes snapped toward you.

For a second, everything was silent. You felt it, the way their gazes drifted, the way they took you in—bare legs, soft thighs, the hem of Rafe’s t-shirt barely skimming the tops of your panties. The way your skin still had that post-sleep glow, a little too flushed, a little too warm, a little too wrecked from how Rafe had kept you up last night.

Kelce was the first to swallow hard, like he had to physically force himself to hold his tongue. Topper shifted, jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, but he didn’t look away.

Rafe, lounging back with a whisky in his hand like he owned the room, crooned, ❝C’mere, baby.❞ And before you could think, before you could process what a terrible fucking idea it was, you obeyed.

Rafe pulled you straight onto his lap the second you got close, arms winding around your waist, possessive, like he was staking his claim. You went rigid, barely breathing, hyperaware of the way his friends were still watching—watching his hands drift beneath the hem of your borrowed shirt, watching the way he spread his thighs beneath you, making sure you were settled perfectly between them.

Kelce swore under his breath, and Rafe chuckled, gaze flicking between his friends. ❝What? Thought I was making it up? ❞ You squirmed, breath hitching as Rafe’s fingers dragged higher, too high, teasing the band of your panties.

Topper exhaled sharply, the kind of sound someone makes when they know they should look away but can’t. Kelce wasn’t even pretending not to stare anymore, his fingers curling into his knee like he was holding back something filthy.

Rafe’s hand flexed over your thigh. ❝You shy, baby? You weren’t shy last night.❞ Heat rushed through you, mortification curling hot and heavy in your gut. Your lips trembled, but Rafe tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. ❝Don’t you, baby?❞

You swallowed, and when Rafe raised a brow, you nodded. Topper cursed, running a hand through his hair, but he still didn’t look away. Kelce had his hand over his mouth now, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, like he wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Rafe or of you.

And then, slowly, deliberately, Rafe kissed you. Not soft. Not innocent. Not like a brother should kiss his sweet little stepsister.

He devoured you, lips sliding over yours with an obscene amount of hunger, tongue pushing into your mouth, tasting you, making sure his friends saw exactly how you melted for him, how you didn’t even try to resist. Kelce shifted, jaw tight. Topper exhaled sharply, almost like he was in pain.

And Rafe?

Rafe just grinned against your mouth, breaking the kiss with a lazy, smug, victorious smirk. ❝Yeah, I think they get it now.❞ His fingers skimmed between your thighs, teasing.

❝Go on, baby. Say goodnight to my friends.❞ Your voice barely came out. ❝…Goodnight.❞

Kelce cleared his throat.

Topper finally stood. Rafe just chuckled, already dragging his fingers beneath your panties, whispering, ❝That’s my girl. Letting me show you off like that. ❞

Then the door slammed, leaving you alone with him. And before you could catch your breath, he was already ruining you again.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : ohhh, anon, you filthy thing thank you for this idea—i had way too much fun with it! sorry it got a little long, but you know i had to do it justice 😌 rafe is such a smug, possessive perv, and you?? you’re just his sweet little thing, letting him have his way.

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

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a/n: inspired by this post from @rafesplaymate

rafe is lost in his own reflection.

the mirror across the room captures every inch of him—sweat-slicked muscles flexing, sharp jaw clenched, blue eyes dark with something dangerous. he’s watching himself more than he’s watching you. maybe he hasn’t looked at you at all.

you’re beneath him, face down in the sheets, barely holding yourself up. your fingers fist the fabric, legs shaking from the relentless pace he’s set, but rafe barely acknowledges it. barely acknowledges you.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back. his free hand grips your waist, keeping you in place, admiring the way your body takes him—like you were made for this. for him.

but still, his eyes flicker back to the mirror.

he’s mesmerized. not by the way you tremble, not by the soft little whimpers spilling from your lips, but by himself. the way his biceps flex every time he moves, the way his abs tense, the way he looks on top of you, conquering, owning.

he smirks, licking his lips, shaking his head slightly like he can’t believe how good he looks.

"shit, baby," he breathes, almost amused, gaze still locked on the mirror. "look at me."

you don’t react—too lost in the sensation, too dazed to process his words. and that? that won’t do.

rafe clicks his tongue, slowing just enough to flip you onto your back, manhandling you like you weigh nothing. you gasp, disoriented, barely able to blink before he’s caging you in, pressing you deep into the mattress.

his big hands cup your face, squeezing, fingers digging into your cheeks—not too rough, just enough to make sure you’re paying attention.

"look, baby," he coos, voice low, commanding. his thumb brushes over your lips before giving you a light pat on the cheek, tilting your chin toward the mirror. "watch."

your blurry gaze follows his, landing on the reflection—the two of you tangled in his sheets, your body soft, flushed, wrecked beneath him. but your eyes barely have time to take yourself in because rafe?

rafe is staring at himself.

his grip tightens on your face, squeezing your cheeks together, forcing your mouth to part. his smirk deepens, admiring the way you look like this—helpless, pliant, his.

"you see that?" he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. "see how good i look fuckin’ you?"

his head tilts, studying himself, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the way his damp hair falls over his forehead, the way his hands own your face, your body, your everything.

another soft pat to your cheek, not enough to hurt—just enough to remind you who’s in control.

"bet you feel so lucky, huh?" he taunts, dragging his thumb down your lips, pressing it inside just enough to make you whimper. "havin’ me all to yourself?"

you nod—because what else can you do? you are lucky, aren’t you? rafe tells you all the time. no one else would take care of you like this. no one else would want you like he does.

and fuck, he looks good doing it.

his hips snap forward, and he groans, watching the way his abs tighten, the way his muscles ripple, the way his body completely dominates yours. he’s so into himself, so lost in his own self-obsession that he almost forgets you’re even here.

his jaw clenches, grip bruising as he stares himself down in the mirror, gaze wild, completely enthralled.

"fuck, i’m good."

he says it like it’s a fact. like he needs you to understand just how lucky you are to be his.

and when he finally comes, breath shuddering, head tilting back in pleasure, he still never takes his eyes off the mirror.

because at the end of the day?

rafe cameron isn’t making love to you.

he’s making love to himself.

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Teenage Dirtbag XVII

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, mentions of violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, blood, semi public sex,  jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | ➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

⭑

You hadn’t seen nor talked to JJ in three weeks.

That hadn’t been your goal, having every intention of seeing him again after that day at The Wreck—even if only to officially break it off between you. Things hadn’t worked out that way though and before you knew it, a week went by and then another and another. It was a combination of things really—Rafe being around a lot more above all else—but you also didn’t think you had it in you to look JJ in the eyes and reject him again.

The day at The Wreck had been hard enough, and you’d only succeeded then because you were so overwhelmed by Kie’s words, desperate to get away and think. She hadn’t said anything untrue, anything wrong, and that’s what made her words sting the most. Sure, JJ talked a big game about figuring out a way to safely get you away from Rafe…but in practice…? You’d been with Rafe for over two years and still hadn’t been able to come up with a scenario that wouldn’t come back to bite you.

JJ wanted to save you, and you wanted to let him, but it was unrealistic. The only chance you had would be to move halfway across the world and even then… Rafe could be scarily determined to see something through, and it wasn’t like he lacked the means and resources to simply follow you. He hated to lose.

Sometimes you wondered if JJ really understood just how dangerous Rafe was.

…or if he simply enjoyed sneaking around with his girlfriend more.

Such a thought seemed so unfair to you—especially since there was no doubt in your mind that JJ cared about you—but you’d told him the same thing before all of this even started. You’d had no problem telling him that you dating Rafe Cameron had a hand in his aggressive pursuit of you. You still believed that actually, and it wasn’t like you minded all that much because you were getting something out of this too and JJ was making you feel things you hadn’t felt in a long time.

…but Kie was right.

She was so right. You either had to leave Rafe or put an end to your ‘relationship’ with JJ. Anything outside of that wasn’t up for consideration, and between you and JJ, only one of you had what it took to do the right—and smart—thing. So, you hadn’t seen JJ in weeks…and it hurt.

You didn’t know why, but you hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.

This person who had become this cliche bright light in an otherwise dark life was no longer there. You didn’t look forward to the following day anymore nor anticipate hearing from someone who never failed to put a smile on your face. The nights that Rafe spent with his father or at home were no longer filled with a familiar presence to keep you company. When Rafe left the other side of your bed empty…it stayed that way.

…and against your will, you found yourself crying a lot more these days.

“Sweetheart, you really need to get more sleep,” your mother cooed as she gently touched your face. “Everything okay…?”

You nodded at her as you stirred your creamer into your coffee.

“Yeah,” you assured her. “Just having trouble sleeping lately.”

She hummed at that, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m going to give you something for that,” she told you, rubbing your shoulder. “...and something for those bags under your eyes too. It’s making you look ill.”

You didn’t have a response for that other than a soft ‘thanks’. She hummed at you before your father pulled her attention away, both of them getting caught up in a conversation about the broken garbage disposal. Their voices faded to the background as you continued to stir your coffee, even when it had long blended into an even toffee color. You only stopped when your name was called.

Your parents were looking at you expectantly when you glanced up.

“Sorry?”

Your mother chuckled, albeit throwing you an odd look while doing so.

“I said you’ve gotten a dress for Rafe’s party, right? It’s the big twenty-one, and you can’t go wearing something you already have,” she said, sounding like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

You swallowed at the mention of his birthday, unable to forget about its approach even if you wanted to.

“Rafe bought a dress for me months ago.”

Your mother’s smile made your stomach turn.

“Of course, he did,” she commented, gently squeezing your arm. “He’s always so sweet to you.”

You weren’t able to keep looking at her as a fondness settled on her features as she thought about your relationship.

“I’d ask to see it, but I want to be surprised, and plus he never disappoints,” she chuckled. “He always knows just what to pick, and you look so radiant every time.”

Her parting words made you sigh, and for the umpteenth time, you imagined how they’d react if they ever knew the true nature of your relationship with Rafe. They doted on him because he seemingly doted on you. Like any decent parents, they were skeptical of him until he proved himself, and now years later—after he’d long started putting his hands on you—they still thought you two were the best thing to ever happen to each other.

If they knew the truth, you had no doubt it would break their hearts for more reasons than one.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised to see you…”

Sarah’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you were forced to pull your gaze away from the picture they had on the wall. You didn’t doubt that it was some piece Rose had brought into the house.

“It’s Rafe’s birthday, so, of course you’re going to be here, but I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks…”

She hadn’t seen you in weeks, and just like with JJ, it hadn’t been intentional, but you still felt bad. In an effort to distance yourself from the younger blond, you’d pulled away from anything that had to do with him. You didn’t know if you just didn’t want to chance seeing him or hearing about him, but that had included making yourself scarce around Sarah too. Considering that you were dating her brother, it was almost an impressive feat.

“Are you okay? Because as I’m saying this I realize it has been weeks since I’ve seen you, and when Pope asked about you the other day, I realized I couldn’t tell him how you were because I don’t know myself.”

You didn’t know how to respond, unable to tell Sarah that you felt like you were constantly outside of your own body, experiencing everything indirectly since you’d unofficially broken things off with one of her best friends. You missed him—more than you thought you would—and you were back to the reality of what your life was like—and would forever be like—without JJ in it.

So, you simply said:

“I’m fine.”

Sarah didn’t look like she believed you, and you watched as she pulled her lip between her teeth.

“None of us did anything, right?” you were already shaking your head. “...because everything seemed fine and then-.”

“No, of course not,” you said with a light chuckle, trying to reassure her. “It’s just stuff at home that I’ve been handling. Nothing serious, but it’s kept me really busy lately.”

The younger girl slowly nodded at that, still looking unsure.

“If you say so,” she commented. “We’re still down whenever you can pull yourself away.”

It was a very basic gesture, but it both warmed your heart and made your stomach sink. You knew that you’d either have to man up and face the possibility of running into JJ despite the fact that you were now over, or tell Sarah you didn’t want to be friends anymore, and the latter you couldn’t ever bring yourself to do. You enjoyed being around her and her friends, and one could argue that you should be taking advantage of your new free time now that you were no longer seeing JJ.

…but the thought of facing him so soon after essentially ghosting him made your chest hurt. You were self aware enough to admit that you didn't think you were strong enough to face him and walk away again. With JJ out of the picture, you were quickly reminded of just how awful your life was before he decided to kiss you that night, and it was so easy to just let yourself go back to what made you happy.

You were afraid that your resolve would crumble with just one look.

How easy it would be to tell yourself that you deserved this and that your relationship with Rafe was hardly a relationship, at all. It wasn’t a hard argument to make either. Rafe had beat you and threatened to kill you and even put you into the hospital. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t blame you for what you’d done, but it wasn’t just a matter of right and wrong and who considers what's classified as either of those things.

Rafe would kill you.

That was something you knew for a fact. He’d threatened to do so on several occasions, but you knew that if Rafe ever found out about you and JJ—even in a sense of past tense—there would be nothing to talk about. He would kill you and more than likely JJ too. Sneaking around with JJ just for the hell of it—with no actual foolproof plan to safely get away from Rafe for good—was a death wish.

It was beyond foolish, unfair to JJ, and dangerous for you both.

It was why you greeted Rafe with a gentle smile when he finally found you some time later, reaching for you and threading his fingers through yours. Keeping him happy would keep you safe. You knew that, and somewhere along the way, you’d gotten comfortable and allowed JJ to make you forget that. Your only viable options were Rafe…or death, and anything in between was just a longer and complicated way to achieve the latter.

“I figured I’d find you gossiping with Sarah,” he drawled, tone light-hearted.

You attributed his good mood to this day—and party—being entirely focused on him. You smoothed down the eggshell dress he bought for you, relieved that it was still blemish free. You grimaced as you recalled the last dress you’d spilled some wine on while attending yet another party his parents had thrown.

Rafe took note of the action, and he paused to admire you.

You watched as his blue eyes roamed over your frame, drinking in everything from your perfectly styled hair to the baby pink polish on your toes. The house held that moderate hum that came with a full guest list, but Rafe was entirely focused on you. It felt like one of those rare moments when he was genuinely happy with you, and the look on his face was reminiscent of when you both were eighteen and in love and he was sweeping you off of your feet.

Rafe moved closer and fingered an errant piece of hair before putting it back in place.​​ That seemed to satisfy him, and you watched as the corner of his lips curved upwards just the slightest. His fingers fell to your chin where he gently grazed your skin, and Rafe straightened, looking you over again.

“You look perfect.”

The way in which he said it broke the spell, and suddenly the look in his eyes was so clear. You felt shiny all of a sudden—metallic and heavy and like you belonged on a shelf. Your heart sank, and you didn’t know why because you knew that. You’d long accepted that to Rafe, you were some prize, molded perfectly into his ideal girlfriend who would never dare leave him or speak out against him, and who’d be his support no matter what.

For a split second, you’d really forgotten that, and you gave him a small smile.

“I’m wearing a perfect dress.”

Rafe only smiled at that before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, pulling you along.

Everyone was moving outside to cut the cake and lavish Rafe with even more attention. You held his hand tight as they did, playing your role and thinking about the many years to come in which you’d have to do this. You’d long resigned yourself to it, but for some reason it was getting to you today more than usual. Perhaps it was because you could see it.

All over their faces.

They all looked at you and Rafe with such fondness and hope and happiness. They saw Ward Cameron’s only son with your father’s only daughter and pictured the future generations of Figure 8 and who would start it. They looked at you two and saw two sons and two daughters and a white picket fence and maybe even a dog. It caused a shiver to travel down your spine, and just when you considered excusing yourself, your boyfriend spoke.

Everyone quieted down as he gently tapped a glass, and you were forced to remain exactly where you were.

Rafe stared into the glass for a moment before leisurely setting it aside. You knew that this was his typical speech in which he thanked everyone for coming and showed endless gratitude to Ward and even briefly mentioned you, but there was a look that passed over his face that you couldn’t name. He looked happy—as expected—but there was a hint of haughtiness in that smile.

“I’m thankful that all of you came to support my family and I to not only celebrate my birthday, but to usher in this new era as I officially join my father’s business as well…”

Hums of appreciation and congratulations reached your ears, and you threw Rafe a smile when he glanced at you.

“I pretty much have everything I want, so…” he waved his hand around. “...gifts and all that typically don’t mean anything to me at this age.”

You kept your eyes on him, wondering what direction this speech was going in.

“However…” Rafe’s smile grew. “There is one gift I’m hoping my wonderful girlfriend will give to me…”

The gasps and commotion around you sounded more horrifying to your ears than exciting as Rafe turned to you and lowered himself to the ground. He was on one knee and reaching into his pocket, and despite the fact that you knew what that meant, you were in complete denial—frozen where you stood—up until he said the words.

“...by telling me ‘yes’ when I ask her to marry me.”

You heard your mother cry out behind you, and if there was any thought that she knew about this, it was quickly gone. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Rose covering her mouth in excitement, and you wanted to look around to see if anyone felt as horrified as you felt, but you knew the answer.

If you dared to look around, everyone would be smiling and looking on in awe and anticipation as they watched Rafe Cameron propose to you. You were sure that if you were met with the sight, it would terrify you, making you feel like you were knee deep in an episode of The Twilight Zone. You glanced up anyway, and only confirmed your suspicions, and you had the sudden urge to cry.

Why was everyone so happy? Why wasn’t anyone else petrified?

It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize it was because no one else knew. No one else knew that Rafe choked you when he felt you were getting too smart with him. No one else knew that the man on one knee before you was also the very same to break your nose and put you in the hospital. No one knew that the man proposing to you had once put the barrel of a gun in your mouth and threatened to kill you.

None of them knew that, and the one person who did didn’t look nearly as horrified as you felt.

You felt like you’d been in your head forever, but in reality, it was probably only a few seconds. Rafe was still knelt before you with that haughty smile and satisfied gleam in his eye, and you knew it was because he knew he’d won. You wouldn’t dare tell him no in front of your families and their friends and put a crack in the perfect picture you two had created.

The ring was a marquise solitaire with a yellow gold band, and if you were guessing correctly, you knew it was at least 3 carats. Tears spilled over as you looked at it, recalling a time where you’d told Rafe that was your dream engagement ring, but that was back then when Rafe was your dream man, and you were in your dream relationship. Both him and the relationship were a nightmare, now, and being presented with that ring of all rings made you sob.

When those blue eyes of his dimmed just a tad, in an effort to protect yourself, your mouth spoke before your brain could catch up, desperately telling him what you knew he wanted to hear.

“Yes.”

The word came out of your mouth and was said in your voice, but you didn’t approve of it, and you broke down again as cheers erupted from around you. Your vision was blurry as Rafe slid the ring onto your finger—a perfect fit—and he was quick to stand and pull you against him. Someone was loudly crying, and it sounded a lot like your mother, but the both of you were crying for entirely different reasons.

Rafe wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your hair as he rocked you both from side to side. You could feel yourselves being closed in on, everyone wanting to come and personally congratulate you, and you shrunk in on yourself, wanting to be as far away from here as possible.

Rafe’s lips grazed your ear.

“You just made me the happiest man on earth.”

You turned away from your bruised reflection, thinking that the evolution of your relationship seemed to bring out a side of Rafe that even scared him a little. You thought that he couldn’t keep his hands off of you before, but it was nothing in comparison to now that he could call you his fiancee. It rolled off of his tongue whenever he was inside of you, and it made it impossible to disassociate and try not to live in the moment of what your life had become.

You didn’t know if he was excited because he was so close to tying you to him forever, or if the ring on your finger increased the sense of ownership that he felt he had over you, but too many times had Rafe left you a little more battered and bruised every time he got you into bed as of late. Thinking about the harsh feel of his teeth on your back only days ago brought tears to your eyes, and you reminded yourself that you knew the trajectory of this journey the day you lied to the police.

After the successful proposal, the party had gone on for another two hours, every individual guest wanting their own solo moment to congratulate the happy couple. Rose and your mother endlessly fawned over the ring, and when you finally got a moment alone with your father, you discovered that he’d known for weeks.

After all, it was weeks ago that Rafe had formally asked for his permission.

“I don’t think any man will ever be good enough for you,” he’d said. “...but he treats you right and respected me enough to come to me.”

The tears in your normally stoic father’s eyes only served to remind you that everyone else was living in an entirely different reality with an alternate version of your relationship. You were feeling more trapped and cornered than ever, and everyone else around you was…elated.

All except one.

“Oh my God,” Sarah had said the moment she'd been able to get a moment with you.

She took your hand and just stared at the ring, and you hadn’t needed to be a genius to know that she wasn’t as over the moon as everyone else. It was all over her face, but despite that, she attempted to be happy for you, and you appreciated the gesture.

“You’re getting married,” she breathed. “To my brother.”

You’d pulled your hand away, swallowing, and beyond all of the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, you still remembered someone whose face you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Can you…can you not tell anyone else, please?”

She’d looked at you like you were crazy, an incredulous scoff escaping her.

“All of Figure 8 will know by tomorrow morning, you can’t be serious,” she shook her head at you with wide and confused eyes.

“Yes, but we both knew there isn’t really anyone from this side of the island you could possibly tell…”

Sarah seemed to understand that you didn’t want her friends knowing, and although you could see she wanted to know why, she eventually nodded.

“...okay. Sure,” she whispered, tilting her head at you. “Are you happy?”

You had opened and closed your mouth, prepared to lie when she continued.

“You just…don’t seem all that happy.”

“Of course, I am,” you’d said with a deep breath. “Rafe and I are getting married. Why wouldn’t I be?”

It was a loaded question, one you hoped you would never have to answer honestly.

With the heaviness of the ring on your finger and Rafe’s suffocating presence and your mother’s choking enthusiasm about the eventual wedding, you took full advantage the next time Rafe and Ward went out of town, telling Sarah you’d love to come over and hang out with her and Cleo and Kie. You desperately needed a break from the constant reminder that the rest of your life was about to begin.

You had left the ring in your bedroom because you just wanted one night without thinking about it, but you appreciated your decision all the more when the boys had unexpectedly shown up. Nevermind the fact that you weren’t quite ready to face JJ, but you really weren't ready to face him with a huge rock on your finger, and the words on your tongue explaining to him what it meant.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cleo had half heartedly apologized when she answered the door, pressing a kiss to Pope’s cheek. “...but the house is empty, yeah?”

It was true.

Wheezie was staying with a friend and Rose was on an overnight girls’ trip. You couldn’t even find it in you to be nervous about being around the guys with Rafe none the wiser. You were at his house, and it would take nothing to just drive home, but most importantly, oddly enough, you were more concerned with being face to face with JJ again, at the moment.

Like a coward, you were unable to look him in the eye when you heard his voice for the first time in a month, and you were thankful that too much was going on for your uncharacteristic silence to be noticeable. You felt his gaze on you though, goosebumps erupting over your skin and feeling much hotter, but your eyes remained on your lap.

You only looked up just in time to see him brush past Kie to find a seat, and your brows furrowed as you looked between them. You had never known JJ to be cold, it just wasn’t like him, but there was no doubt about it that he was giving Kie the cold shoulder. The dark-haired girl saw your frown, and she merely shook her head.

“I feel like we haven’t seen you in years,” Pope said to you, reaching out for a high-five.

“Sure feels that way, don’t it.”

JJ’s comment made you grimace, and when you dared to look over at him, his gaze was already on you.

Coming face to face with him after what felt like forever made your heart skip a beat, and you struggled to look away.

“Sorry,” you eventually apologized to Pope, ignoring JJ’s comment. “Rafe and family stuff just took up so much time.”

He waved off your apology, assuring you that he was joking, but you knew that JJ wasn’t, and when the blond got up to get a drink, you impulsively followed. The rest of them—sans Kie—were none the wiser, and you briefly glanced over your shoulder before going into the kitchen. JJ was standing in the fridge, and it was only hitting you in that moment that you hadn’t seen nor talked to him in weeks.

You already knew that you missed him, but it was hitting you much harder as you stood so close to him while being unable to touch him. He looked like he was doing okay, and his hair was just as blond, and when he straightened, you were reminded of what it felt like to have those arms wrapped around you. You missed the feeling, and you missed running your hands through his hair and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat whenever you had the chance.

In this moment, it was very hard to remember why you had left him. However, you reminded yourself that you hadn’t followed him to talk about you two. There was no ‘you two’ anymore.

There was just you, and there was just JJ.

“Why are you treating Kie like that?”

JJ didn’t respond at first, merely turning to you and staring you down for a few moments before a mocking smirk graced his pink lips.

“That’s all you have to say to me…?”

You didn’t respond to that, and when it became clear that you simply wouldn’t, JJ scoffed. He shook his head, opening a beer that was meant for Ward, no doubt, before leaning his back against the counter.

“You know why,” was what he said with a straight face.

Now, it was your turn to scoff.

“It’s not her fault,” you defended, continuing when he started to shake his head. “She didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, anything that we didn’t already know. We were just choosing to ignore it.”

“You told me you weren’t going to let what she said get to you. You nodded, you assured me of that, and then I don’t hear from you for a month.”

He’d dropped the cavalier facade, and you could see the anger and hurt passing over his features. 

“You don’t answer my calls, you don’t answer my texts, and if it wasn’t for Sarah, I wouldn’t have even known you were alive.”

“JJ-.”

“We were happy-.”

“We were delusional,” you quietly hissed. “Kie was right. Don’t hate her for something that was inevitable.”

That word seemed to bother JJ, and you watched as his features hardened. Your former lover stared at you for what felt like a long time before glancing away. You watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek, and you didn’t like the look he fixed you with.

“Did you forget the deal we made…?”

When you frowned at him, he continued.

“That I would keep quiet about Rafe so long as you let me be there for you?”

You shifted your feet, feeling uncomfortable at the mention of that. You didn’t say anything, not wanting to acknowledge that, but JJ merely nodded with a hum. He took another swig of beer, and you really hated the look he fixed you with then.

“If you’re not going to hold up your end of the deal then why should I hold up mine?”

Your heart sank to your gut at that, and you blinked at JJ in disbelief, unable to believe that even he believed he was capable of what he was insinuating. Not only that, but it was such a cruel thing to even bluff about, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“JJ…that’s… No,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “What is wrong with you?”

He didn’t answer your question, choosing to gesture to the living room.

“What’s to stop me from pulling Sarah aside and telling her exactly why you hardly have a life outside of your relationship with her brother?”

Your lips parted, and you just stared at him…unable to believe what you were hearing.

“You won’t let me be there for you,” he spat out with a shrug. “...and someone has to be.”

You finally found your voice, and you blinked back tears.

“That’s not your decision to make,” you quietly bit out.

“...and I disagree,” he argued, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. “We’re not talking about the typical asshole boyfriend here. Your life is in danger every time you’re around him.”

You furiously blinked, looking towards the ceiling.

“As long as he’s happy…I’m safe,” you breathed, lips trembling as you looked at JJ again. “I just have to-.”

“...and when Ward pisses him off again? When you’re not as cold as you should be to some strange man? When he decides Topper was a bit too nice to you? Then what?”

JJ moved closer with every question, a sneer on his lips as he stared you down.

“There’s no way to keep a guy like that happy.”

You flinched, leaning away from JJ as he leaned in. He looked between your tearful eyes, and while yes he was angry and hurt over how you decided to end things, you could see clear as day that JJ was also scared. He was scared for you and whatever future was available to you now that you’d decided to completely submit to Rafe and what he wanted for you both.

His face softened the longer he stared at you, and just as he lifted his hand, footsteps reached your ears.

You were in front of the open fridge just as John B. came in, handing him a drink when he asked for one. You stared at the food in front of you while you attempted to fix your face and get your emotions in check. Your heart was racing in your chest, and you wondered if you were just about to fall back into old habits had it not been for the brunette. You slipped out of the kitchen while John B. brought up something from the other day with JJ, and your smile was half hearted as Cleo pulled you to sit beside her.

You tried to engage with them, but it was hard. You couldn’t get JJ’s words out of your mind and how right they were despite your denial of them. Keeping Rafe happy and discouraging him from hurting you would only work for so long at a time. Eventually a day would come where Ward pissed him off and he’d take it out on your body in some form or another. It was inevitable that Topper or Kelce or some other guy would slip and dare to treat you like a human being, something that Rafe would no doubt interpret as a line being crossed.

It made your heart sink to think about.

So caught up in your thoughts, you paid no mind to JJ and John B. returning from the kitchen until you felt liquid spilling all over you and the part of the couch you were sitting on. It smelled too strong to be anything other than beer, and you heard everyone scold JJ just as you jumped to your feet.

“Why were you trying to carry so many?” Sarah loudly tore into him, alternating between looking over you and looking over the stained couch. “Now Y/N has to change, and you have to fix this couch.”

They briefly went back and forth while you tried to keep your shirt from sticking to you, assuring Sarah it was fine before making your way upstairs to do just as she said you would. You hurried into Rafe’s room, peeling off your shirt and your shorts the moment you were through the threshold. Your skin was already feeling sticky, and if he’d gotten beer on more than just your back and shoulders and arm, then you would’ve admitted defeat and hopped in the shower.

You were half dressed and wiping off the last of it when you heard Sarah’s voice in the hall.

“You have clothes here, right?”

“Yeah,” you called, grabbing one of the many shirts you kept in Rafe’s drawers.

“Okay, because JJ felt bad and wanted to be sure you had something to change into, and then that made me unsure-.”

You were facing her and fully dressed the moment she cut herself off, swallowing the rest of her words. She was just inside of Rafe’s room, hand still on the door handle as she stared at you. Something passed over her face that you’d never seen before, and her brows knitted together as she gave you a strange look.

“What was that?”

Now, it was your turn to frown.

“What was what?”

Her mouth opened and closed—like she was doubting herself—before she tucked some hair behind her ear.

“On your back.”

You felt your skin grow cold at her words, heart sinking as you quickly realized what she was referring to. Now, your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to respond. Your genuine confusion had quickly morphed into something that you normally only felt around Rafe—fear. 

Giving her a soft hum, you pulled on your shirt and twisted around.

“Nothing. The shirt’s clean,” you told her.

Sarah gave a soft chuckle, but sounded off—uncomfortable.

“No, under your shirt…”

You stepped away when she reached for you, and the blonde took notice, that frown returning. It deepened the longer she stared at you, and you attempted to lighten the mood.

“It was probably just the lighting, my back’s fine,” you assured her.

She rolled her eyes at you.

“That didn’t look like a shadow. I know what a shadow looks like-.”

“Sarah, come on, my back is fine,” you waved her off, moving out of her reach. “Let’s just go back downstairs.”

Your attempt to get past her was successful, but your efforts to leave the room were halted when Sarah pulled up on the end of your shirt.

The gasp that she let out was loud—horrified—and when you hurried to turn your back away from her, she had both of her hands over her mouth. Her wide eyes were frozen exactly where your back just was, and it took her a few moments to lift her gaze. All the while, your heart was threatening to jump out of your chest. You stared at her and she stared at you, both of you silent—her with horror and you with fear.

“What the hell is that?” she whispered when she finally uncovered her mouth.

“Sarah, it’s nothing-.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” she breathed. “There are bruises—that was a bite mark!”

You worriedly looked over your shoulder, scared her voice would carry.

“Where did that come from? Did Rafe do that?”

“It’s not what you think-!”

“Then what is it? Tell me what it is since it’s not what I think,” she spat.

You struggled to come up with an answer, resigned to admit that the truth—while bad—was the best thing you had up your sleeve.

“Things get a little rough sometimes in bed-.”

Sarah cut you off with a scoff, shaking her head at you.

“I don’t believe that,” she cried. “Even if I did, that looks disgusting and painful!”

She hurried to get past you, and you struggled to stop her.

“What are you doing?” you asked her, voice panicked.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m calling our father-.”

“Sarah, stop!”

She twisted out of your grip, and you chased her down the hall. Your mingled voices were loud as you argued, bouncing off of the walls as you chased her down the stairs. You didn’t pay any mind to her friends and what they were witnessing, only concerned with stopping Sarah from picking up her phone. You could feel their eyes on you as you grabbed her again, Sarah fighting to get you off of her.

“Woah, woah, hey!” John B. yelled, jumping in to separate you two.

“Sarah, leave it-!”

“Are you crazy? You expect me to just-.”

She was cut off as John B. successfully pulled her away from you, a hand on your own arm pulling you away. The problem arose again when John B. let her go, and you pushed your hand against the person behind you to get to her phone before she did. You both fought over it, you on top of her on the couch as you tried to yank it out of her hands. 

You could feel several pairs of hands between you, attempting to separate you again and keep it that way. JJ’s voice was in your ear as he pulled you off of her, your legs kicking out as you pointed at her phone.

“JJ, stop her,” you tearfully spat. “She’s trying to call Ward.”

When he made you face him, his own was twisted into confusion, and he kept his arms wrapped around you.

“What are you talking about? Why is she trying to call Ward?”

“Okay, both of you calm down,” Cleo spoke up, and when you looked over you saw that she was holding Sarah’s phone up and out of reach. “What’s going on?”

“She’s hurt! It’s all over her back,” Sarah choked out, chest heaving and face distressed. 

At those words, JJ tensed against you, and you gave him a pleading look when his eyes finally met yours again.

“She tried to give me some bullshit story, but I don’t believe it,” the words tumbled out of Sarah’s mouth, and JJ let you go. “JJ, she-.”

“I know,” he said as he neared her, Sarah speaking to him the moment she noticed his approach.

“No, you don’t know. There are bruises all over her back…” you felt several pairs of eyes on you at that. “...and…and…”

“Sarah, I know-.”

“No, you don’t understand-!”

“Sarah, I know,” JJ finally screamed, taking her shoulders and gently shaking her.

The entire house was quiet as his words lingered in the air, and you swore that you could hear a needle drop. Your entire body was trembling for so many reasons, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as Sarah’s eyes widened, her gaze never breaking from JJ’s. So many emotions passed over her features—confusion, understanding, shock, betrayal—before finally settling on two.

Sarah was horrified…and angry.

“You know?” she whispered. “What…? What does that even mean?”

She looked between you two, and you weren’t able to hold her gaze, your eyes landing on the floor. You were the center of attention at the moment, and you certainly felt it.

“H-how long have you…?”

JJ didn’t answer her unfinished question right away, sighing.

“I found out months ago…”

He trailed off at the audible reaction he got, and when you looked up, Sarah’s lips were parted. John B. was behind her, and he was looking between you and JJ with an expression that rivaled his girlfriend’s.

“Months?”

Sarah turned her gaze to you again.

“Months?” she choked out. “Months…”

She repeated it like she couldn’t believe it, and JJ took advantage of her shock to get his point across.

“Sarah, you cannot call Ward,” JJ slowly told her.

“Why the hell not?” John B. wondered, and you were sure you’d never heard him sound so angry.

“...because he’s with Rafe.”

Kie whispered it, coming to the same conclusion and realization that you and JJ were trying to lead Sarah to. The blonde girl in question looked at Kie in shock as if she herself just realized that, and she furiously blinked, shaking her head.

“Kie’s right, okay? He’s with Rafe, and you cannot call him about this. Not now, not ever…”

Only you and JJ knew that Ward was well aware of his son’s nature, and neither of you seemed eager to break that news to Sarah who was so sure her father would be the person to call because he’d do what was right.

“I don’t believe this,” she shakily whispered, twisting a hand into the hair at the top of her head. “He’s hurting you, and I’m just expected to-.”

“Yes,” JJ snapped at her. “You don’t understand-.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand!” they were in each other’s faces. “I don’t understand how Rafe has been hurting her for months apparently and I’ve been in the complete dark about it. I don’t understand how you knew and didn’t say anything!”

JJ sharply inhaled.

“I don’t understand how you’re standing here and telling me not to pick up the phone, and she’s agreeing. I don’t understand any of this,” Sarah tearfully said, shoving JJ. 

You stumbled back before turning away and searching for your purse. The sight of them arguing—because of you—and the feeling of everyone staring at you and knowing the truth was making you lightheaded and nauseous all at once, and you desperately wanted to be anywhere but here.

Kie called your name first, and then Pope, but you were already at the door when JJ finally chased after you. You could hear Sarah and Kie going back and forth as you stepped outside, and your vision was blurry when JJ finally caught up with you.

“They’re going to talk to her, okay?”

You sniffed, hurrying towards your car.

“She’s confused and scared and mad, right now, so she doesn’t get it, but she will,” JJ assured you. “We’re gonna talk to her.”

JJ’s hand was on your arm as you reached your car, and you stared at your reflections in the window for a few moments before a sob escaped you. JJ pulled you into his arms, gently shushing you as you cried into his shoulder. He didn’t offer any words of encouragement because this was an unprecedented situation, and neither of you knew what was going to happen from here. Nobody else was ever supposed to know.

…but especially Sarah.

JJ held you for the longest time, and resolute in your decision to end things with him, you allowed yourself to bask in the feeling. You deeply inhaled and relaxed at the familiar scent that was JJ Maybank. You allowed yourself to find comfort in the warmth of his arms, and you could feel JJ doing the same.

When he started to pull away, he kept his arms around you, and when you glanced up, your eyes met his. He looked sad for you and scared for you but above all, he looked like he missed you, and when JJ started to lean in, you swallowed.

“Rafe asked me to marry him…”

The blond froze.

“...and I said yes.”

Your lips brushed his as you spoke, and he remained there for a moment or two before finally leaning back to look you in the eyes. If you thought JJ looked horrified before, it was nothing in comparison to how he looked after hearing that you and Rafe were getting married.

“...and if I asked you not to?”

You gave a humorless chuckle.

“I’d say that a girl can dream.”

JJ softly said your name, and you shrugged.

“I wanted you to hear it from me,” you whispered. “He asked me in front of our families and all of their friends, so it’s not like I could say no.”

You watched as JJ’s expression hardened.

“This was never fair to you,” you said to him.”Please, stop hating Kie for pointing that out.”

“I can make my own damn decisions,” JJ threw out, and you swallowed down a sigh. “...and right now, I’m telling you that I’m not letting you marry him.”

It was a good thing that you didn’t know how to respond to that, because JJ continued.

“I’m not letting that happen,” he sneered. “The thought of you marrying that asshole makes me sick.”

You moved away from him, pushing his hands away when he reached for you.

“JJ, it’s over. I’m actually saying out loud this time,” you sadly told him. “Stop calling me, stop texting me, and… I won’t stop you from staying in the pool house, but I told you that my father-.”

“I’m not abandoning you. You can’t make me,” he cut you off, and you swallowed as he looked between your eyes. “This isn’t what you want, and I’m not gonna let you do this.”

“JJ, it’s done,” you firmly said to him. “Rafe and I are engaged. He asked my father’s permission, my mother is beside herself planning the whole wedding…and you and I are over.”

You looked between his eyes.

“That’s how things are supposed to be.”

The silence that stretched between you was thick and tense, and you swallowed at the way JJ ran his gaze over you. When he reached behind you to open your door, you sharply inhaled, moving closer to him to allow him to widen it. The blond leaned in then and pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds. You closed your eyes, and he breathed you in.

“I’ll talk to Sarah.”

He assured you of that when you slid into the driver’s seat, but he didn’t acknowledge anything you said, and that made you nervous. He shut your door for you, and as you started your car, you were having a hard time believing your own words when you told him that you were over.

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thinkin abt gunplay w rafe except reader points it at him first tryna act all big and bad and he lets her have her fun before turning it on her and fucking her w the gun pressed to her body 😋😋😋

the weight of the gun sits heavy in your palm, fingers delicately sliding over the cool metal of it — keeping your finger off the trigger like rafe had warned you to.

you had felt it tucked into his waistband, and you were curious. now here you were, holding the weapon in your hand — feeling as though it looked much larger in yours than it ever did rafe’s.

he was sat on the bed, smirking to himself, legs spread wide and arms crossed over his broad chest. “c’mon, baby. ‘said you wanted to play?” he mocked, gesturing with a head nod for you to do something — so you did.

you raised the gun, the cold barrel pressed against his throat as you grinned. the adrenaline rush of feeling in control, like you had the power, like you could finally make him squirm had you dizzy.

“i could kill you,” you shrugged, finger still far from the trigger and safety on. but you liked the kick it gave you. “an’ you couldn’t stop me.”

“oh yeah? that so?” he immediately retorted, brow raised. other than the cocky brow raise of ‘you won’t do shit’, he had an almost bored expression. like his girl pointing a loaded gun to his throat was a normal occurrence.

“mhm. very much so,” you ran the gun from his throat, up the side of his face, and to his temple. “‘could blow your handsome brains out.”

his lips tugged into a smirk.

before you could even process, the gun was taken from your hand, now pressed against your temple as rafe pushed you onto the bed, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

“yeah?” he tilted his head, voice low.

if your heart hammering in your ear was any louder, you would’ve missed the faint click of the safety.

nervously gliding your eyes over, you see rafe’s finger on the trigger.

“r–rafe—” you whispered shakily, blinking your wide eyes up at him as the barrel of the gun dug into the skin of your temple. he smirked wide.

feral.

“whas’up, doll? not so big and bad anymore?” he mocked, tilting his head at you as he dragged the gun down your sternum, the cold metal making your nipples pebble and a rush of warm pool in your abdomen.

you swallowed, eyes fluttering up at him. you tried to speak, but your words came out as a strained squeak. his gun continued its travel down your body, the sight hooking in the belt loop of your jeans.

rafe tugged.

“take these off.” he ordered, and your hands moved faster than you could think, undoing the button, zip and pushing them down your plush thighs in a matter of seconds.

he hummed, eyes moving down to your damp panties before the gun followed, pressing the barrel against your throbbing clit.

you let out a gaspy whine.

the risk, the thrill, the danger and, overall, the trust, of this situation making a new wave of arousal dampen your panties, seeping through and making the tip of the gun glisten. he scoffed a mocking laugh.

“into this shit, huh? into your precious boyfriend pointing a gun at your pretty lil’ cunt, knowing he could kill you? and you’re too scared t’stop him?” he asked, eyes dark as he slowly swirled the gun in a circle over your clit, the pressure and coolness of it making your head spin.

a needy moan bubbled up and out of your throat.

“rafe, please.”

“lay on your back. take off your shirt n’ panties.” he demanded, almost glaring at you with a dark, hungry look in his eyes as he undid his belt and slacks, pushing them down his meaty thighs before crawling over to you on the bed.

you had did as he asked, now bare and on your back for him. you knew the routine. you spread your legs for him, giving him the glorious pleasure of seeing your drooling cunt, needy hole fluttering and clit twitching.

he pointed the gun directly at your face as he reached into his boxers, pulling out his heavy dick and stroking himself to the sight of you. panting, needy, lip trembling and eyes wide like a doe in headlights.

“you gonna cry?” he mocked, moving between your legs as he jerked himself slowly. when you shook your head, he tutted. “too bad.”

he brought the gun down to your stomach, pressing it there as he guided the angry red tip of his dick to your crying hole, nudging his way in. no matter how many times he fucked you — which was a lot — you never got used to the initial stretch. you whined, eyes fluttering shut as he sunk all the way into your cunt, burying himself to the hilt.

“uh uh,” he shook his head, gun moving to press the barrel against your throat. “eyes on me. look away and i blow your fuckin’ brains out.”

your eyes snapped open. and despite the fact you both knew that was an empty threat, you couldn’t help the frightened whine spilling from your lips.

he watched you, waiting for the ‘rafe, stop’ or the cry of the safe word, but instead?

your legs wrapped around his hips, a whimpered moan leaving your lips.

“move.” you begged.

he grinned.

oh, he grinned wide.

like a wild animal ready to maul and draw blood.

with one hand beside your head, the other holding the gun to your sternum, he rocked his hips in slow, deep thrusts that had moans clawing their way out your pouted lips each time.

“my pretty baby,” he cooed, gun caressing your pebbled nipples as if it was his own hands.

“faster — fuck, mmngh! faster!” you cried, ankles locking behind his back so he couldn’t pull away, the pleasure dizzying you.

you could feel your orgasm bubbling already. he obeyed, picking up the speed of his thrusts, repeatedly hitting the spongey spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back and knocking a loud, wanton moan out of you that bounced off the walls.

he leaned his head down, nose nudging your jaw before his lips brushed your ear.

“i could kill you,” he growled, repeating your words to you as the gun pressed against your temple.

“blow those pretty lil’ brains out. hm? you want that?” he asked, and you shook your head quickly.

“no! wan’a cum! g’na cum.” you cried, manicured nails clawing down his back as your slick pussy allowed him to slip in and out with ease.

“yeah? gonna cum f’me?” he asked, watching you eagerly nod with sniffles and whined, eyes rolled back.

“fuckin’ cum.” he growled and —

BANG!

he fired the gun.

your ears rung as you screamed, body shaking as white hot pleasure washed over your body. you couldn’t see — vision hazy and hearing muffled as your body writhed, your orgasm hitting you harder than any other.

moans and whines spilled from you as the feeling that had lasted a minute — at least — finally settled, blinking your blurry eyes to stare up at rafe, all wide and scared.

he was grinning at you with dark eyes, gun still pointed to the headboard above you where there was now a hole, bullet cut straight through it and into the wall behind.

“that could’ve been your pretty face.”

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ — @sarahsangelicdoll @lanasangelsz

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THE PRINCE’S PRIZE — CHAPTER ONE

WARNINGS — sorta implied that rafe had sex with her while she was sleeping if that make sense, non-con, written from rafe’s perspective — i kinda hate it but oh well

“She’s still there, y’know.

The old man took a slow drag from his pipe, exhaling the words like a secret meant to be forgotten. The fire crackled between them, casting flickering light across the circle of men gathered at the inn.

Rafe sat among them, half-listening, his drink untouched as he watched the way the others leaned in, hungry for more. He had heard the tale before—every man in this town had.

“Still untouched,” another muttered, voice thick with ale. “Still as perfect as the day she closed her eyes.”

Rafe arched a brow, feigning disinterest. “You expect me to believe a girl’s been lying in some rotting castle for years and hasn’t withered away?”

The old man grinned, teeth yellowed with time. “Not a girl, boy. A princess. And believe what you want, but she’s there. Cursed. Frozen in time.” He tapped his pipe against the wooden table, shaking his head. “Some say she was meant to be woken by a kiss. Others say she was put there for a reason—kept away so no man could ever have her.”

The words lingered in the smoky air, thick with something unspoken.

Rafe rolled his glass between his fingers, considering.

A girl. Hidden away. Untouched.

The thought stirred something deep in his gut.

Something primal.

He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping against the worn floorboards. “Sounds like a fairytale,” he muttered. But when he left the inn that night, he rode toward the woods instead of home to his castle.

Towards her.

The journey was treacherous, the path overgrown with thick brambles that clawed at his arms as he pushed through. The further he went, the quieter the world became, as if even the birds knew better than to disturb this place.

And then he saw it.

A castle, swallowed by time. Vines crept up its crumbling walls, twisting like fingers desperate to reclaim their prize. The air was thick with the scent of dust and roses, sickly sweet and cloying.

Rafe dismounted, his boots crunching against the dead leaves as he approached the entrance. The heavy wooden doors groaned as he pushed them open, revealing a grand hall frozen in decay. Cobwebs hung from chandeliers, the remains of a feast rotting on a long-abandoned table.

But none of it mattered.

Because he knew where to find her.

He ascended the spiral staircase, each step echoing through the hollow corridors. The door at the top was different from the rest—preserved. The brass handle gleamed as if someone had polished it just yesterday.

He pressed it open.

And there she was.

The stories had not lied.

She laid on a grand bed, silken sheets still smooth beneath her, untouched by the dust that covered the rest of the castle. Her hair spilled around her like golden thread, her lips parted ever so slightly, chest rising and falling with the softest breaths.

A sleeping princess.

A treasure, hidden away from the world.

His fingers twitched.

She was not dead. Not ruined. Not rotted away like she should have been.

She was perfect.

His throat went dry as he stepped closer, the room suffocating in its stillness. His pulse hammered, his mind already spinning with the possibilities.

How long had she been waiting? How long had she belonged to no one?

The others in town—they spoke of kissing her awake. Of breaking the spell with something as foolish as love.

But Rafe had never been a believer in love.

He believed in taking.

He reached out, brushing a gloved finger along her jaw, his touch featherlight. She didn’t stir. Didn’t react. She was soft beneath his hands, her skin untouched by time or by any man.

His.

She was his.

A slow smirk pulled at his lips as he exhaled, leaning down until his breath ghosted over her throat.

“They left you here, didn’t they, princess?” he murmured. “Kept you locked away… kept you all to yourself.”

His hand trailed lower, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of her dress. His palm flattened against her stomach, feeling the warmth of her beneath the layers. Still, she did not wake.

“They were fools.”

His mouth brushed against her collarbone, tracing his claim.

“They should’ve known—”

His fingers slipped lower, curling possessively.

“—someone was always going to find you.”

And tonight, she would no longer be untouched.

Tonight, he would make her his.

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Blue Velvet (1986) dir. David Lynch

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♡ teasing stepbro!rafe until he snaps

warnings: stepcest, mean!rafe, bimbo!reader, rafe being super jealous, slut shaming, rough handling, groping, choking, hair pulling, slapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, dumbification, squirting, degradation

a/n: i have a private community now! please send me an ask or comment if you’d like an invitation <3

wc: 1.5k

making rafe’s life a living hell came easy to you. not only had you managed to quickly climb your way up to the ‘socialite’ status of your fairly new kook lifestyle, but you also became quite popular.. especially amongst the guys. rafe’s buddies included. “bro, is that your sister over there?” rafe’s head was already shooting in your direction as soon as the word ‘sister’ left kelce’s lips. looking past the crowded living room, rafe spotted you straddling topper’s lap, your skirt riding so high up your thighs anyone and everyone could see the color of your underwear.

you were giggling, tossing your head back as the topper basically buried his face in your chest, his hands creeping up to grope the globes of your ass. rafe was livid at the sight. “she’s not my fuckin’ sister.” his fist clenched at his side as he downed the rest of his drink, his skin flushing as he continued watching you. nothing frustrated him more than seeing you all over someone else. it just wasn’t fair. everyone on this island except him could have you however they wanted and he despised you for it.

rafe was gonna leave you be and get after you once you two were back home, but then he saw you palm his best friend through his shorts, your eyes finding his own. you smiled innocently at him as if you weren’t moments away from making topper cum in his boxers. “fuck this..” he whispered under his breath, slamming his glass down before pushing his way through the sea of people separating you two. you yelped when you felt a fist wrap tightly in your hair, your heels clacking against the floor as you were yanked up by none other than rafe himself.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” topper shot up to his feet, immediately backing down once he saw the scowl on rafe’s face. “hey, man, we were just having a good time—” eyes flickering down to topper’s lap, rafe pulled your hair even tighter once he saw the bulge straining against his pants. “you stupid fucking bitch,” rafe said through gritted teeth, dragging you away outside, “you just can’t help yourself, huh? you wanna whore yourself out, ‘get me all heated and shit? is this what you fucking want?” you gasped when you felt him pin you against his truck.

“you don’t think i know what you’re doing?” rafe’s voice dropped as he leaned in, his lips right next to your ear. “you don’t think i see what games you’re playing?” he laughed, “all this acting out you do? the bratty behavior because you don’t get what you want, hm? you’re so easy, you run around here just letting everyone know they can get in your panties if they wanted to.” he shook his head, recalling all the times he’s had to endure hearing all the guys rave about you. “yeah, everyone except you.” you shot back, a shiver running down your spine as rafe pulled away to look at you.

you saw the exact moment his eyes grew dark, his hand moving from your hair to your neck before he moved you around and shoved you inside the passenger’s seat. unluckily for you, tanneyhill was only a few minutes away but it still gave rafe enough time to finally snap and tell you everything he’s been holding back. “since the day you moved in with your mom you’ve been a fucking headache,” he cursed, his knuckled turning white with how tight his grip on the steering wheel was, “you whine until you get what you want, and everyone just gives in to you every single time. it’s pathetic.”

you rubbed the sore spot on your head, your eyes watery as rafe went on with his rant. “my dad thinks you’re some kind of princess, sarah and wheezie just love you.. if only they knew what you really were.. if only they saw what i see all the time.” he laughed bitterly, the speedometer picking up as he rushed to get both of you home. “sitting in all of my friends laps, disappearing somewhere with some asshole and coming back with your top and your hair all fucked up. walking around with no care in the world because everything is spoon fed to you, you’d be nothing without me, without my dad, without my family. remember that next time when you wanna be a slut and give topper a fuckin’ handjob in a room full of people.”

you could feel your chin begin to tremble, your hands moving on their own accord to pull down the hem of your skirt, your arms crossing over your chest as you started to feel exposed. “why do you care what i do? it’s not like you have some kind of squeaky clean reputation. i’ve heard all about you, you’re just as bad if not worse.” just then, rafe pulled into the driveway, wasting no time in walking around to your side and yanking you out. “you don’t know shit about me.” he spat, covering your mouth once you two were inside. “make a sound and i’ll tell ward and your precious mommy all about your fucked up little escapades, yeah?”

you huffed, tippy toeing up the stairs as rafe guided both of you to your room. as soon as the door shut, rafe locked the small latch on the knob before pushing you down on the frilly lace of your pillows. “wanna wear practically nothing when i’m around? talking back when my friends are over, doing everything that you do in hopes that i give you just the slightest amount of attention? is that it?” your eyes widened when rafe pulled his shirt over his head, his arms caging you in as he leaned down and slotted himself between your thighs. “tell me. you just need your step brother’s cock to make you behave?”

all it took was a single nod from you before rafe had you out of your clothes, his lips enveloping your own as a large hand moved aside the drenched, pink lace material of your panties, his middle finger alone encircling your clit with ease. a muffled moan sounded from you as rafe cursed under his breath. “you’re this wet from getting dragged out of a party by your hair and being called a whore?” he tsked, roughly cupping one of your tits with his free hand. “please.. ‘just want you to fuck me!” you whispered, your tone laced with desperation. rafe knew there was no coming back from this, but with the way you were looking at him right now, he didn’t care.

with your ankles now on top of his shoulders and his palm clamped over your mouth, you whimpered as he filled you up with every inch of his length, his forehead resting on yours as he kissed your cervix with each thrust. you were so slick with your arousal, rafe had no problem meeting your clit with his pubic bone as he slammed in and out of your glossy folds. he whispered filthy obscenities in your ears, every single word bringing you closer and closer to that sweet, sweet high. “just laying here and taking my cock like the pretty, stupid thing you are..”

rafe forced you to keep your eyes on him, a harsh smack to your cheek ringing out in the space of your room if you dared to look away. “you’re good for nothing but getting your brains fucked out,” he groaned, still holding your teary gaze, “i’m gonna fill up this pussy with so much cum, no one else is allowed to be in this but me. can you understand that, or are you too fucking dumb?” you shook your head, hiccuping once he removed his hand from your mouth. “no i understand,” you pathetically replied, your legs beginning to shake as the tension deep in your tummy threatened to burst, “i only want you to fuck me..” you mewled, your words making rafe shudder.

he pressed a searing kiss to your lips before halting his movements, taking the liberty to rub your clit until you screamed into one of your pillows. your legs fell from his shoulders, a stream of wetness soaking his lower half as he filled you to the brim with his seed. at this point rafe had to cover your mouth so you didn’t wake everyone up with your hysterics, his muscles constricting as his own orgasm hit him with an unforgiving force. you clenched around him, taking him for everything he had as he collapsed on top of you, his weight only making you feel more full than you already did.

rafe stayed nestled inside of you until he was dripping out, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you held him flushed against your chest. kissing each other sloppily, you felt yourself grow needy once again as rafe’s tongue slipped past your lips, his hips grinding into yours as he adjusted you two further up your bed. you were indeed a fucked out mess underneath him, your lashes dusting the tops of your cheeks as your eyes fluttered closed. “are you still mad at me?” your voice came out small, a pout gracing your features once rafe pulled out of you.

“not anymore, but don’t piss me off from here on out.”

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feeling feral thinking abt alien dick size kink and breeding HELLOOOOO

why am i in the mood to write crazy xenomorph smut

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Alien³ (1992)

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ALIEN: COVENANT ridley scott, 2017

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xenomorph in ALIEN: ROMULUS fede alvarez, 2024