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No Way Out

dark!rafe cameron x f!reader

Warnings: noncon, domestic abuse, toxic relationship, violence, oral (m recieving), drugs, jealousy, degradation and humiliation, guilt tripping

After you threaten to call the cops on your boyfriend, Rafe reminds you who holds all the cards in your relationship

You flinched hard when the glass flew out of your boyfriend’s hand, shattering on the wall behind you.

“I’ve had enough of your sass, Y/N! Don’t fucking act like you didn’t want that guy all over you. I could see the way you looked at him!” Rafe bitterly yelled at you. He was drunk and no doubt jumpy from the lines of coke he had on the way back in his truck.

More tears slipped past your lashes and you shook in fear as your boyfriend descended on you.

Your stream of anxious apologies fell on deaf ears, “I wasn’t trying to do anything, I just wanted to have a nice night with you, Rafe. Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“Bullshit!” The blond shoved you back into the wall and you shrieked when pieces of glass on the floor pricked at your bare feet. “You were trying to disrespect me. Showing off too much of what’s mine. You are fucking mine, Y/N!”

You barely had time to react to his movement, tears blurring your vision of his hand quickly leaving his side to grip your throat, holding you against the wall as you choked and sputtered, trying to break free but afraid to cut your feet more.

“R-Rafe! Please!” Your pleading eyes met his, but they revealed nothing but darkness. You couldn’t stop your voice from shaking, “You’re scaring me!”

“Oh, I’m scaring you? You- you didn’t think you were scaring me at the bar? You’re making me look like some kind of bitch who can’t control his girl. You were acting like a whore.” Rafe spat at you, grip tightening around your throat, further restricting your breathing.

The edges of your vision were beginning to blur and lightheadedness was making your body feel almost numb.

You were gasping for breaths that wouldn’t come and panic began to set in even more when you felt his second hand join the first, increasing the pressure.

You struggled against him harder and he finally let you go, allowing you to collapse to the floor, gulping down air and sobbing. The glass below you cut your legs, the sharp pain a horrible reminder of how far the fight had escalated.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ hyperventilation clouded your mind, mouth rattling on mindlessly as you lay on the floor in pain and disbelief.

“Get up!”

“I can’t Rafe- I can’t- I- Ah!” You shrieked as Rafe’s hand tangled into your hair, dragging you through the glass and onto the clean floor.

“You’re fine, Y/N,” he scolded, disappointment radiating in his voice. He leaned down to brush the glass off of your legs and you flinched at the feeling.

It always confused you how quickly he could go from loving to angry back to loving again. The attentiveness he gave you as he cleaned the cuts on your legs made you feel sick.

You absentmindedly realized your hand was now at your throat, cradling where his large hands had been crushing you just moments before. Hot tears pooled and fell down your cheeks.

You glanced at your boyfriend, nervous fear no doubt written all over your face.

“Don’t give me those eyes.” He brushed his thumb across your jaw, wiping away some of the tears that had gathered there. “Just makes me wanna stuff my cock down your throat and watch you choke on it like the slut you are.”

Your eyes widened in disgust and shame burned across your cheeks.

“You belong to me.” Rafe spat out, and the hands that had been carefully cleaning the cuts on your leg suddenly clamped down on the fresh wounds and you yelped in pain. “You are my girlfriend, and if I tell you to do something, you don’t fucking question me, you don’t talk back. Understood?”

The sharp pain he was causing was almost enough to make you throw up, and anger that you hadn’t known was inside you rose in your throat, burning in you and you knew that you had to let it out.

“I’ll…” you sniffled, voice wavering and cracking, barely above a whisper, “I’ll call the fucking police Rafe.”

In an instant, his entire face changed, and you could have sworn there was a moment that you saw genuine fear before it was replaced by a growing smirk.

He chuckled humorously, and your blood turned to ice in your veins. “You think they would help you? You think they aren’t in my dad’s pocket, willing to make any issue I have just go away? No one would believe you, Y/N. Just another dumb Kook wannabe trying to get her slice and slander the Cameron name.”

Instant regret cut through you at his words and you cried harder as you realized that he was right. There was no way anyone would believe your word over his. He had all the money, all the influence. All the power.

You flinched away from him as he drew a hand near your face, but he forcefully grabbed your chin, angling your face up towards him. The anger in his eyes terrified you. “You should know better than to make stupid threats like that baby.”

“I-I know Rafe, I’m s-so sorry it was dumb, I didn’t m-mean to,” your tear-stained eyes met his cold, unforgiving glare. His eyes were filled with a fire that you saw all too often.

“Open your mouth you dumb bitch, or I’ll give you something to really cry about.” The blond growled and the fingers digging into your jaw pressed harder, pulling you closer to him and forcing you to your knees.

You knew what was coming, but you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling, nauseous anticipation filling your gut.

The blond fumbled with his belt, and the sound of a zipper sliding down sealed your fate.

Rafe’s fingers tangled into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you forward towards him.

“Open your fucking mouth. I don’t want to ask you again.”

Humiliation washed over you, disgust at him and yourself were the only thing you could feel, besides the hand that was roughly pulling at the roots of your hair.

You swallowed your shame, tongue darting out to wet your lips before you timidly parted them.

Rafe’s free hand wrapped around the base of his cock, as the other guided you towards it, groaning when he finally forced himself into your mouth.

He pushed the head deeper, and you held back a gag at the unwanted intrusion. The salty taste reminded you of your tears.

His cock found the back of your throat, and he held you in place for a few moments, enjoying the sounds of you choking on him and the fearful obedience in your eyes.

When he pulled out, you coughed and gasped for air, only to be cut off when he forced himself between your lips again.

Your tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth to make room for him. You had always had trouble taking all of his cock. Your apartment was filled with the lewd noises of him fucking your face.

The grip in your hair gave you no place to go but back and forth as spit filled your mouth and dribbled out the corners of your lips. You gagged on him when he pushed too far, but Rafe was well past the point of caring about your comfort.

Without words, you begged with your eyes, burning with tears. When Rafe groaned as he met them, you realized how much he was getting off on your fear.

Your jaw was growing sore, knees aching from the hard floor below you. Whimpers and moans escaped amid sloppy gagging as your boyfriend laid his claim on you.

“Every guy on this island wishes he could fuck you,” Rafe groaned, and you could feel the pace he was thrusting into your mouth growing. “But they never will. Because you belong to me.”

The blond pushed his dick to the back of your throat once again, holding you in place while you choked. With a shudder and a moan, Rafe came, spilling his warm seed down your throat and forcing you to swallow every drop.

“And I am never letting you go.”

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No Way Out ch. 2

Dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon, smut, abusive relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, drugs, choking

Things escalate in your relationship with Rafe to a boiling point

Blinding rage was the only thing that Rafe could focus on in the small jail cell.

He paced around the cramped space like a caged animal, ready to pounce on anything that walked by the door.

The past day was all too fresh in his mind, replaying like a loop that only fed into his need to get out.

“I’m just worried about how much blow you’ve been doing, Rafe! It’s not good for you.. It just makes you so much more-”

“So much more what?” He snapped back at you and you bit your tongue.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“So much more angry,” you timidly replied. “You aren’t yourself when you’re using, baby.”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, shaking his head with a scoff. “You don’t know what it’s like, Y/N! You don’t get how hard I have to work just for my dad to see what I am capable of. If you had any idea-”

“Oh, if I had any idea how hard it to have a rich dad?” You couldn’t stop the sarcasm from cutting through your voice.

“Watch it,” Rafe growled, a dangerous tone in his voice. You didn’t notice how close he had gotten to you.

“I just don’t think your daddy issues give you an excuse to be doing coke all the fucking ti-” before you could even perceive his movement, you felt a sharp sting blossom across your cheek and you vaguely registered that he had slapped you. Your head whipped to the side, tears springing up immediately.

Completely taken by surprise, you had no time to react before he shoved you to the ground. You fell hard backwards, hitting your elbows and bottom on the floor beneath you. You cried out in pain, cowering away from your boyfriend as he leered above you.

“Talk to me like that one more time and see what fucking happens,” he seethed. He lurched forward and grabbed your wrists with both hands, clenching hard and you let out a sob.

“You should consider yourself lucky!” sneered the blond. “I pay for everything you have! You would be out walking the streets without me.”

His breathing was heavy, but he hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. You shrieked when he yanked you to your feet by your throat, shaking you hard.

Your arms flailed out at his hands, clawing at them and trying to pull him off but it was no use. You gasped for breath, crying out as his fingers dug into your throat.

“P-please-!” Precious air that was running out fueled your pleading. Rafe’s eye twitched, lip curling before he pushed you back to the ground.

Gulping for breath between sobs, you glanced up at the man towering above you in fear. His hand was clenched in a fist, eyebrows furrowed as he shook with rage.

You were terrified by how hard he had choked you, the utter lack of regret in his eyes.

In the early days, fights like these were rare, and on the off occasion that he had laid a hand on you, it was never as intense, and the apology that followed was always 100x longer than the brief fight. Nowadays, you rarely even got an apology.

With a scowl, he examined his arms where you had scratched him and his darkened eyes met yours.

You didn’t fully know why you did what you did next. Or how it unfolded.

Maybe it was instinct. Maybe you were out of options, just so afraid that you did what any trapped animal would do.

You ran.

You pushed yourself off the floor in an instant, rushing out of the living room to the bathroom.

Rafe was bigger than you, stronger than you. Faster.

It was dumb luck that his reaction time was just a moment too slow.

You slammed the bathroom door, locking it behind you as fast as you could. Your heart thundered in your chest, thumping so hard you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

The door behind you rattled as Rafe punched and kicked at it.

“Open the fucking door, Y/N!!” His fists pounded against the wood and you cowered as far from the door as you could.

Your mind was racing and only then you remembered the cell phone in your back pocket.

With shaky hands, you unlocked it, clicking the phone icon before dialing emergency services.

“Let me in! Open the fucking door bitch!!” He bellowed again. You winced every time the door shook, terrified he was going to knock it off it’s hinges. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Quietly, you begged with the operator to send someone, giving your address to the woman on the phone.

“Please! He- He’s trying to break the door down,” you sobbed. “I’m scared he’s going to hurt me o-or worse!”

“Y/N, I swear to god when I get in there, you’re going to be sorry!” Rafe roared from the other side of the door. He cursed when he hit it too hard, apparently injuring his hand.

You couldn’t do anything but hide in the corner, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to get in before the cops arrived.

Sitting there on the floor felt like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes before you heard a pounding on the front door and you nearly passed out with relief.

The activity outside of the bathroom door stopped suddenly as Rafe realized what was happening. He cursed, loud enough for you to hear, but not nearly at the same volume before.

You knew it was safe to step out of the bathroom when you heard him greet the people at the front door. You brushed the tears from your eyes, trying to compose yourself.

“Good evening officers, what can I do for you tonight?” He was trying to act nonchalant, but there was a tense edge to his voice you couldn’t mistake.

You could hear muffled responses growing louder as you approached the door and you knew the officers must have noticed you, because the speaking stopped and Rafe turned to look at you.

Anger that only you could see flashed across his eyes, but even he knew better than to display it in front of cops. The blond stepped to the side to allow you to stand beside him, and he grabbed your hand lovingly as if to say, ‘look officers, everything is okay here.’

“Are you having any problems tonight ma’am?” One of the officers asked you with a concerned look.

Rafe’s grip on your hand tightened, warning you not to say anything. A lump formed in your throat. Did you even have it in you to say something?

With a sniffle, you plastered on a small smile, “N-no. We haven’t had any issues here.”

The officers looked slightly surprised at that, glancing at each other and exchanging a brief, wordless conversation.

“Well, procedure says that we have to interview you both separately.” One of them explained.

“This is just stupid,” Rafe complained. “I think we’d rather talk to you together, isn’t that right baby?”

Hesitantly, you nodded with lowered eyes, “Yeah.”

“Unfortunately, procedure is procedure, and we have to do it this way.” The woman explained, and her male partner nodded in agreement.

“How about I interview you,” she looked at you. “And my partner will interview you,” she said with a pointed look towards Rafe.

“Fine,” he spat out through gritted teeth, flashing you a warning look before he was led away to talk to the other cop.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you were left alone, and the cop gave you another concerned look.

“What’s your name honey?”

You told her.

“What happened tonight, ma’am?” She asked you gently and you almost broke down right there. Tears sprung to your eyes and you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“I-I was so scared,” you confessed. Her eyes wandered to your neck, able to make out the old bruises and the redness on your cheek that had only started to fade.

“He just gets so angry at me and-” a sob cut you off, voice breaking as you remembered the fight. “H-he was choking me, and.. I didn’t think he was going to stop.”

The tears were flowing more now as you recounted what had happened, and the cop gave you a sympathetic look. Your hands fell in your lap and her attention was drawn to your bare legs which were littered with tiny cuts from when Rafe had pushed you into glass the previous week.

She paused before speaking, “Listen, I don’t know how it’s going with my partner, Michael and your boyfriend, but I would feel comfortable taking your boyfriend down to the station based on what you’ve told me. How does that sound to you?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You didn’t really know what you had expected when you called. You were just so scared with what he might do, you did the only thing you could think.

And now you were faced with an impossible decision.

Agree with this and let them take Rafe, and he would be let out who knows when. But say no, and you would have to face the wrath of Rafe tonight, and you knew that he was more pissed off than you had ever seen him.

Without even knowing that you had made up your mind, you found your head nodding, tears coming to your eyes.

You would deal with Rafe later. But tonight, you were just happy with the idea of sleeping alone for the first time in months.

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“And so you’re saying you two had an argument, but it never got physical?”

“No, I would never lay a hand on her! You heard her yourself, we haven’t had any problems tonight.” Rafe smiled, southern charm laid on thick. He had dealt with police many times before, and when they weren’t sticking their noses into shit that he was involved in, he respected them.

But he also knew how to manipulate them.

The cops eyed Rafe’s hand and the scratches on his arm.

“Get into a bar fight?” He questioned.

“Ah no, got into a little motorcycle accident. Nothing too bad, just fell over, you know how it is,” the blond chuckled.

“And you don’t know who made the call?” The officer raised an eyebrow as he questioned the blond.

“No clue. Maybe some kids in the neighborhood made a prank call or something,” he laughed casually, throwing a polite smile at the man across from him.

The officer chuckled, “yeah we do get a lot of those.” He clicked his pen, flipping his notebook shut. “Well, I think I’ve got all I needed from you. Thank you very much sir. And uh, tell your dad I said hi.”

“Will do,” Rafe grinned, extending a hand to shake the officer’s.

“You just sit tight here, I gotta talk with my partner real quick and then I’ll update you on what’s going on.”

He walked away from the taller man. Rafe leaned against a tree in the park at the middle of the sprawling apartment complexes watching him walk back.

Most of what they discussed, he couldn’t make out and the female cop turned to look at him several times.

The only thing he did hear was “Hey, do you know who this guy is? That’s Rafe Cameron. Yeah, that Cameron.”

Eventually they both walked over and Rafe stood up straight as they approached.

“So, are we all good here?” He asked, charming smile ever present.

“Well,” she said, looking over at her partner. “Not quite.”

~~~~~~

You locked the front door, the only door, dutiful to make sure all of the windows were locked as well.

You knew that Rafe was going to be in jail for a few nights at least, but you wanted to be careful anyways.

Last night had been the best you had slept in months. No fears of wandering hands, or unwanted advances that you had no emotional capacity for.

Slipping into your bed and being able to be safe while you slept was all you had dreamed about for so long.

You curled up in the blanket, unaware of the sound of the front door opening softly as you tried to drift off to sleep.

The click of your bedroom door opening had you jolting awake though. And you were shocked to see a familiar figure leering in the doorway.

“H-h-how the fuck did you get in here?” You whispered in a panic, sitting up and alert in bed.

“Oh sweetheart, you didn’t think I had a spare made?” His tone was ice cold and mocking. You could almost feel the rage radiating off of him.

Rafe took a step into the room, closing and locking the door behind him and your stomach dropped.

“How are you here? You got taken away, I- I saw it,” you didn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Ward pulled a few strings, can’t have a stain on the Cameron name,” he spat out bitterly. Rafe stalked further into the room, nearing your bed, a predatory look in his eyes that almost stopped your heart.

Your eyes whipped to the phone on your bedside table and you lurched toward it at the same time that he did.

“Nuh uh. Not this time, sweetheart.” He wrestled with you, hands grabbing at the phone that he wretched from your grasp.

To your horror, he threw your phone against the wall, and you watched it smash to pieces.

Your only lifeline was gone.

You fought back hard against him, but the victor was inevitable. You both knew it from the minute he stepped into the room.

He threw you onto the bed, roughly grabbing at your thin nightwear. He tore your blouse, hands ripping the material as you hit him, trying desperately to stop his assault.

“Stop- stop fucking fighting!” He roared as he kicked your legs open, fumbling with his shorts and your crying intensified.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard as he forced himself into you. You let out a strained gasp at the feeling, head falling back against the pillow in shock. Rafe pinned you down against the bed by your throat, cock sliding in and out of you at a torturously fast pace.

“You thought you were gonna get rid of me that easy, Y/N?” Rafe jeered as he snapped his hips against yours. The pressure at your throat increased, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Are you really that stupid?”

You shook your head, tears falling past your lashes. Thoughts jumbled inside your head, the cloud of fear and arousal confused you.

“You got what you wanted. You called the cops, and they aren’t gonna help you,” his lip curled in sadistic pleasure as he belittled you.

His free hand found your wrist, pinning it to the bed as he twisted it painfully. You tried to turn your face away from him when he came close, but he grabbed your chin, holding you in place as his lips smothered yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, lips moving against yours against your will.

A sick feeling was growing in your stomach, the sinful combination of pain and pleasure mixing within you.

Every thrust of his cock had you gasping and moaning against his lips. Your legs shook as he took his anger out on you, plunging deeper and harder than ever before.

The grip at your throat was getting harder, constricting your breathing even more. You gasped when he finally pulled his face away.

“You could have ruined everything,” Rafe seethed. Your teary eyes meant nothing to him. Nauseatingly, you realized that this was a punishment because you had dared to try to leave. Dared to say anything.

“I love you so much, Y/N. You know I do. You know I do. And I’ll be dead in the ground before I let you walk out on me.” He was fucking you frantically now, every thrust a cruel promise of his threats.

When he hit that spot that made you see stars again and again, you came undone. You bit your lip, crying out as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, shame burning across your face, conflicted by your body’s reaction.

“Fuuck-” Rafe groaned loudly as you squeezed around his cock, and he came hard, pumping his hot load deep into your sore cunt, before he began to move his hips again.

And when his hungry, piercing eyes met yours again, you knew that the night was far from over.

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