#yandere rafe x reader

[amber-michaelson]

Behind Their Backs

Yandere Rafe Cameron x JJ's pregnant older sister x Yandere Topper Thornton

Summary: after ignoring them for months they've finally found you

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Warning: kidnapping

3rd person pov

It was a mistake it never should have happened now you have to lie to everyone you care about because you made a mistake

You had to take extra hours working the Kiara's restaurants having to take up cleaning up some kooks houses while having to hide from the prowling boys you hated most it was so hard to ignore but what could you do you just have to get through this.

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"Rafe please" I moaned as he and topper thrusted into me rafe was stroking and pinching my clit so I couldn't cum "you know what you have to say babe" topper chuckled and squeezed my breast "oh god" I cried pushing more into them I wanted them so bad even if it's wrong "come on say it" rafe growled and pinched harder "ok I'm your little Pogue whore ok" I yelled throwing my head against topper shoulder breathing heavily "that's our girl".

And a few weeks later I got a pregnancy test and it came back positive "shit".

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"Hey sis can I borrow some money" jj smiled as he came to me as soon as I walked inside "jj I'm soo tired what for" I muttered putting my stuff down and the groceries in the kitchen "I just need to get a little something for someone" he winked "jj I've been working all day and all week this money's supposed help my child" I said pointing at my growing belly "well its the least you can do since I'm also going to have to deal with it" he murmured leaning onto the counter he was getting on my last nerves "do you think I wanted this to happen no I di-" "when then you shouldn't have been such a whore" he muttered running his hands through his hair "out" I muttered "yn i-" "I said get out" I shouted and pointed towards the door, he sighed and left quietly leaving me to myself it was my little house and he can not speak to me like that "your already causing shit you little devil" I murmured rubbing my belly I could never really hate my child it wasn't their fault and I always wanted children but not right now and not their fathers I walked into the little nursery I made for them and sat in the rocking chair in the corner and took out my phone 'should at least tell Sarah' she was my best friend and the only kook I actually get along with even tho my brother kinda despises her I phoned her but it went to voice mail "hey Sarah um I know it's late or your busy but please come over I need to speak with you really bad" my voice was becoming a bit shakey I can't keep this to myself anymore I leaned my head against the chair and decided to take a small nap.

Rafe's pov

I walked round the house and noticed Sarah's phone 'don't mind if I do' I unlocked her phone with ease and saw a missed call "now who would be needing you Sarah" I clicked on it and the voice note started playing "hey Sarah" my throat hitched hearing her voice "I know it's late and your busy but please come over" she sounded scared 'was she in danger' millions of thoughts were running through my head "I need to speak with you really bad" I threw the phone down as soon as it ended and ran to my car dialing topper as I got in "be ready I'm coming to pick you up" I muttered and hung up I sped off, we've been trying to get to her but it's like she disappeared off the face of the earth and now we've finally found her.

yn pov

i sighed stretching out my arms as i sleepily stood up  I slowly wondered into the kitchen but stopped dead in my tracks "we finally got you" rafe growled as someone came up behind me and covered my mouth with a clothe which made me ever sleepy "your ours" was the last thing I heard before blacking out.

Rafe pov

I cooed at her sleeping figure as we layed her in the back of my car "where are we taking her" topper asked "somewhere far away where no one can disturb our new family" I chuckled kissing her cheek one last time before shutting the boot

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[seventiesweetheart]

𓆩♱𓆪 party monster.

dark! ex bf! rafe x pogue! fem! reader

SUMMARY. in which y/n and the infamous rafe cameron once shared a secret relationship, one that she knew the pogues would be heavily against. and so eventually, after a series of events, y/n decided to break up with him and be done with his toxic behavior once and for all. but while sneaking into some kook’s house party with the pogues, she’s caught by the one person she was hoping not to find.

WARNING. smut, dubcon, a bit of violence, implied toxic relationship, oral (reader receiving), choking, manipulative behavior, jealousy, tons of swearing

A/N. this is the first ever fic i’m posting yaaaay >< just a note that this definitely ended up being way longer than i planned, so i might write a part two tomorrow since it also still feels kind of lacking :( but hope you enjoy!

it wasn’t easy sneaking in. but with sarah’s help, they managed to slip through unnoticed. and of course, jj wasted no time diving into the kitchen where bottles of booze were scattered like treasure, hence why y/n found herself struggling to maintain control of the situation, fearing that at any moment, someone would eventually realize who they were and the fact that they completely weren’t supposed to be here.

to be honest, y/n never wanted to come here. if anything, the last place she wanted to be after her recent breakup was anywhere near the kooks. yet, as soon as john b and jj heard about the party, they couldn't resist the temptation to crash it in true pogue fashion.

as usual, y/n and ki couldn’t bear the idea of those boys getting their asses kicked again, especially after the millions of times that that happened in the past.

“jj, seriously, that’s enough. this is absolutely no place to get wasted right now. please.” she begged her best friend who was now downing his third bottle and moving along to music.

“god relax y/n, no one’s gonna figure us out, alright? just drink, dance, and we’ll be out of here as soon as possible.”

her eyes bored into him, clearly not believing a word he said, “uh huh, you say that now but—“

“c’mon! just dance with me.” before y/n could protest any more, jj had her by the hand, dragging her out of the kitchen and into the living room. the air was thick with the scent of flavored smoke and alcohol. loud trap music pounded from the speakers, the bass vibrating through the floors and walls, matching the rhythm of her racing heart.

“jesus christ…” the girl muttered, watching jj get lost in the music, his head swinging and hair flying as he danced amidst the throng of bodies.

y/n's eyes scanned around the room, her anxiety mounting with each passing second. sweat slicked her forehead as she continuously looked around the crowd for any familiar faces who might recognize them.

and then she saw him.

his pair of piercing grey-blue eyes locked onto hers, sending a jolt of fear through her body. those same eyes flicked between her and jj, and before she knew it, she felt a chill run down her spine.

rafe cameron lounged on a plush couch, arms draped over the backrest with the usual unreadable expression on his face. next to him was some girl who was bent forward towards the glass table, snorting a line of powder. she raised her head back and pinched her nose, waiting for the rush to hit.

but y/n’s focus was solely on rafe. whoever the girl was didn't matter. either way, rafe’s attention was fixed on her, and she couldn't tell if that excited or terrified her more.

snapping out of the daze, she turned to her best friend again, “jj, we gotta go. rafe’s here.” she desperately tried to tug on her friend’s arm.

“jj!” she yelled over the music and that finally caught his attention.

“what?!” he yelled back, irritation flashing across his face at the sight of her anxious expression.

“we have to go! now.”

rafe never liked jj. throughout their secret relationship, he always thought of him to be a little too loud, violent, and far too carefree. on top of that, he also thought jj was always too close to y/n for his liking.

and y/n knew this. she knew both of them well enough to understand that she needed to act quickly before things escalated and this night became another reminder of why sneaking into this party had been a terrible idea in the first place.

her hand wrapped tightly around her best friend’s wrist as she moved as quickly as she can through the crowd in order to find an exit.

but almost immediately, she felt jj's wrist slip from her grasp. her heart dropped as she pushed through a dense cluster of bodies, the press of people making it hard to move.

"fuck, jj—" she started, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.

but it wasn’t jj behind her anymore. instead, she found herself face-to-face with the same pair of ominous blue eyes she saw earlier. she barely had time to think as she shoved past more bodies.

finally breaking free from the crowd, she found herself at the foot of the stairs. without hesitation, she dashed upwards. it didn’t matter, she was going to find a window and get the hell out of here. kiara would find jj, y/n was sure of it. and pope had to be somewhere downstairs as well.

reaching the second floor, her heart raced even faster. she frantically looked left and right, searching for a room to hide in. she pushed open the first door she came to, only to recoil at the sight of two strangers making out.

“fuck, sorry,” she mumbled, cringing as she backed out and moved to the next room.

she hurried down the hall to the last room, cautiously peeking inside. finding it empty, she slipped in quickly.

but the door couldn’t close behind her.

she attempted to push it again, but it wouldn’t budge. y/n stumbled backward as the door pushed back against her efforts, her breath hitching when she realized it wasn’t any problem with the door—it was rafe on the other side.

“closing the door on me again? i’m starting to think you love doing that.” a mischievous smirk played on his lips as he slowly stepped into the room, his presence making the space more suffocating as he closed the door behind him.

the silence in the room was deafening and the growing tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. y/n definitely did not miss the sound of the lock clicking into place.

she could still hear the music blaring from downstairs, the bass vibrating through the walls and floorboards. or maybe this time it was just her own heart, pounding in her chest as she kept her eyes locked on his. every fiber of her being braced for his next move.

rafe took a step closer, his gaze never wavering from hers. the dim light cast shadows across his face, making his expression even more unreadable.

she never expected for this situation to happen again, wherein they would be both locked in a room and none of her friends were even slightly aware of the fact that they were alone together. every instinct screamed at her to run, but she stayed rooted at her spot.

“not running this time?” he inched closer, his voice a low and threatening.

“i know you won’t hurt me.” it sounded like a whisper, as y/n back slowly to the desk behind her.

rafe scoffed, “you say that but i see you still trying to escape from me.”

y/n glared at him, defiance flickering in her eyes “well, what do you expect? for me to run to you?”

his glare intensified, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he moved closer. but then, in a flash, his expression softened.

“i missed you, you know?” his tone turned manipulative, a tactic she recognized all too well from their relationship. she had fallen for it many times before, but she wasn’t going to this time. “i really did, y/n… we were so perfect together and you-you just left without giving me the chance to explain myself.”

“well, i don’t think any more could have been said after you beat the fuck out of my best friend, don’t you think?” y/n's voice grew more aggressive, her anger flaring.

“yeah well he hit me too! and what’d you do? nothing!” he yelled, and she flinched at every word, her body tensing as she tried desperately to find an escape from the suffocating situation.

his breathing grew heavier as he looked at her with pain and frustration in his eyes, “you said you loved me but-but you didn’t even come to defend me.”

“rafe… you started that fight and i-i told you if you laid a hand on any of my friends then that would be the end for us.”

“god, fuck!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. rafe's hand shot out, knocking the floor lamp until it crashed to the floor with a loud shatter, fragments of glass scattering across the hardwood.

y/n flinched, raising her arms to shield herself as she inched closer to the corner where the bed was.

“it’s always you and those fucking friends of yours.” he spat, his face contorted with rage.

and before she could even process his movements, his hand was on her throat, pulling her forcefully towards him. she gasped, feeling the pressure against her windpipe, her fingers clawing desperately at his chest in an attempt to break free.

but even in her panic, she couldn't ignore the familiar sensation of his solid chest beneath her hand.

“and now, let me guess, you’re moving on to that fucking blonde you claim to be your best friend.”

“jj really is just my best friend! p-please, rafe. let go of me.” y/n pleaded as she fought the urge to look at how close his lips were from hers instead of holding the weight of his intense gaze.

“see, that’s where you’re wrong, y/n. i’ve never let you go, and i’m not fucking letting you go now or ever.”

his lips crashed down on hers, the kiss intense and demanding, leaving her gasping for air as she struggled to keep up with his pace. his other hand found her waist, pulling her closer against his body.

“r-rafe…” the moan she tried to hide escaped freely from her lips, coming out as a breathless whisper as his lips trailed down to her neck, no doubt leaving a trail of marks.

“god, l-let me go.” y/n weakly pushed him while he backed her up towards the bed.

“you say that, but your body tells me otherwise. you’ll have to tell me what you really want, sweetheart.”

he continued to suck on her skin, marking her with dark red and purple bruises as his hands trailed down to the hem of her floral sundress. slowly, he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric until he was hooking one side of her lacy underwear.

“still haven’t answered my question, y/n. or do you seriously want me to fuck it out of you?”

his eyes locked onto hers with growing frustration and need, “just fuck me, rafe.”

finally, the mischievous smirk returned to his face, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he leaned in closer.

despite her initial reluctance, y/n lifted her hips, allowing him to easily pull her underwear down until it hung around her ankles.

her hand grew clammy as she clutched the sheets beneath her, her breath catching in her throat as she lay staring at the ceiling.

meanwhile, rafe moved his hand back up her thighs, brushing her skirt up slowly to tease her until the fabric pooled at her waist. she could feel the air around them mixing with his breath against her skin, making her exposed wetness grow colder.

“d’you let anyone get near this after you left me?” his voice came low and deadly as his fingers played at her entrance, sliding against the slick liquid between her lips.

y/n whimpered at his touch, trying to hide her face with her hand while she shook her head in response.

“use your words, princess.”

“n-no, i didn’t.” she stammered out, her breath hitching as she felt his finger plunge through her hole.

satisfaction evident in his voice as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, “good girl.”

her eyes shut tightly as soon as she felt his lips wrap around her soft bud, tongue lapping over and over it, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“w-wait, rafe! slow down!” she groaned, her hands moving to tightly clutching his hair, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation.

but rafe didn’t slow down, his hands holding her legs firmly in place before they tried to snap shut and he continued running his tongue over her clit, his warm saliva mixing with her wetness, making his actions even sloppier and faster.

“sh-shit, i’m close—rafe, please.” she begged, her voice thick with desperation. her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction and intensity, driving her to buck her hips against his face, urging him to keep going.

her fingers pulled his hair as she arched her back, and rafe buried his face deeper between her legs, his hands gently and possessively molding her thighs like they were lovers. like they never broke up and she had always belonged to him all this time.

“come for me, princess. c’mon.” he voiced breathlessly, the tip of his tongue tracing maddening circles around her bud, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.

it was all too overwhelming for y/n. she felt her orgasm building up, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to engulf her completely.

“fuck, rafe!” she moaned, her entire body tensing as her release crashed over her in waves, leaving her breathless and shaking.

rafe wasted no time in savoring all her juices, his lips and tongue eagerly lapping up every drop as they poured onto the sheets of some stranger's bed.

with gentle kisses kisses trailing along her inner thighs, he moved up to face her, delicately wiping the sweat off her forehead and gently brushing her hair out of her face.

still recovering from the intensity of her climax, y/n struggled to catch her breath as she locked eyes with him. the full weight of her actions had yet to sink in but she pushed the thought aside for later as his lips came down again to meet hers, softly grazing the bottom with a gentle nip.

“finally remember who you belong to, sweetheart?”

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[sharararararara]

Sick.

Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x sick reader.

Warnings: Dark Rafe, manipulation, Rafe kinda scolding you, fluff(sorta), drugging.( If you see wrong grammar ignore it)

"I told you that you were gonna get sick, but of course, you didn't listen to me." Said Rafe, putting a wet towel on your forehead.

"It's not that bad," you replied, trying to hold in your cough. Rafe sighed, rubbing his temple. "I told you not to go swimming at the beach with those Pogues," said Rafe, grumbling after mentioning the word "Pogues." "It was only for a few hours Rafe," you replied, pulling the blanket to cover your chest. Rolling his eyes, he stood up and exited your room, leaving you with yourself.

You coughed, covering your mouth with your hand as you silently prayed that Rafe did not hear it or else he would make it a reason why you should not "leave his side."

Rafe opened the door with a tray in hand. "Here, I made this," said Rafe, putting the tray on the table next to your bed.

"I don't want to eat right now," you said making him sigh. "You do know that I can't give you medicine if you don't eat right? The Doctor said it himself, said Rafe, making you remember the Doctors words saying "Not to take the medicine with an empty stomach."

You sighed, "fine," you said, grabbing the tray from the table and placing it on your lap. It was soup, it had spring onions, bits of chicken, and vegetables.

You took a small sip of the soup, analysing the taste. "Why is it bitter?" you asked, turning your head to Rafe. "Must be the vegetables," Said Rafe, as he shrugged. You sighed, took your spoon again, and continued to eat your bitter soup.

Even though the soup was somehow bitter, you were grateful that Rafe took the time and effort to actually make food. You don't even remember the last time he made something, or if he even made anything.

"You know we could have been on our date right now if you weren't sick," started Rafe, making eye contact with you. You looked down, slightly embrasured that you were the reason that the date was cancceled.

"Sorry," you softly said, slowly chewing the chicken bits. "It's fine baby, just listen to me next time and maybe this won't happen again," said Rafe as he tucked a hair behind your ear.

You felt a bad feeling about what Rafe said, but you simply ignore that feeling.

Suddenly you felt sleepy, "Rafe I'm kinda sleepy," you said, yawning. "Really? You did not even finish your soup yet," said Rafe.

His words did not reach your ears, your eyes already closing as sleep consumes you.

Rafe sighed, "I guess Barry wasn't lying about the drugs being strong," said Rafe as he smirked.

Rafe leaned forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. "I won't let you go out ever again, you will stay beside me forever," whispered Rafe, stroking your head gently.

Now you knew why the soup was bitter.

[keeira2]

I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

stalkerexbf!rafe x fem!reader

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summary: life takes a weird turn when your introduced with an anonymous stalker. but everything changes when he breaks into your house and your met with him face to face..

warnings: crazy!rafe, pantie stealing?, creepy!rafe, rafe threatens you with a gun, sort of cnc, heavy on the smut, CNC, spit kink, degrading kink, tied up reader, soft!rafe at the end? MDNI 18+!! if i miss any pls lmk

a/n: this is kinda long whoops, not rlly proof read so ignore any mistakes pls. it’s also rlly kinky js giving everyone a heads up. hope you guys like it :3

after another long shift at the pelican yacht club, you’re finally home. throwing your keys onto the kitchen bench nd undress for ur shower. which was what you desperately needed after serving snobby kooks for the past six hours. you let the hot water fall down your body. scrubbing ur scalp and body clean of any grime from the day.

wrapped in ur towel, you walk to ur bedroom to get dressed. grabbing a baggy tee nd a lacy thong. as ur going thru ur lingerie drawer, you notice ur favourite pair of black panties missing? which was weird because you remember folding them nd placing them in there the night before.

you brush past it, getting dressed nd collapsing onto the bed to watch murder documentaries. after less than half the episode, you find urself drifting into a deep sleep.

days, even weeks go by, your daily routine unphased. another closing shift at work, you grab ur belongings nd start to walk home. usually you’d catch the bus, but when you close it’s already 10pm nd there aren’t any buses running this late to the cut. so you walk home, wrapped in ur fur hoodie trying to ignore the cold air.

it’s only a 10 minute walk to get home, which has never been a problem especially bc you know most ppl in the cut. but this time you feel a burning gaze shooting right thru you.

you shiver, partly because it’s cold but mostly bc you have an overbearing feeling that ur being watched. you hear a rustling in the bushes behind you, which could’ve been the wind but you were NOT taking any chances. so you start to run, not looking back. you don’t stop until you get home, quickly unlocking the door nd slamming it closed behind you.

you make sure to lock all the doors and windows before hopping in the shower, which helped you shake the creepy feeling off of you. you heat up some popcorn nd snuggle under your covers.

ur trying to pick a movie to watch, occasionally leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn you hear your phone ‘ding!’. lazily reaching over to grab and check it, you freeze when ur gaze lands on the message.

unknown number: you don’t need to run away from me, doll. was js making sure you got home safe ;)

someone was following you. oh my god. you sat still for a moment, still in shock. how did they get your number? how long have they been following you? you basically led them to your home, do they know where you live now?

millions of thoughts racing through ur head, you couldn’t help but text back, your hands shaking over the letters.

you: who are you???? please leave me alone.

before you can even shut ur phone off, another ‘ding!’ catches your attention like he was waiting for your response.

unknown number: you’ll find out who i am soon enough. i’m just looking after you, don’t be scared, doll.

what does he mean i’ll found out soon enough? is he gonna come after me? did he follow me home? you’re literally shaking in fear now, ur mind racing with different possibilities.

you: please. leave me alone.

you see he’s typing, but stops. he doesn’t text you for the rest of the night, maybe he listened and he’s actually gonna leave you alone. you were just hoping that maybe it was a prank from ur friends. anything except the fact that you might actually have a stalker.

you struggle to fall asleep that night. tossing and turning in your bed, desperately trying to calm yourself. ‘the doors are locked, nobody can get in. ur okay’ you reassure yourself.

a few days go by and you start to notice more panties going missing. what the fuck? you’re left with only a few pairs now, and there’s no way you’ve just misplaced them. the realisation dawns on you. what if he’s been here. has he been in ur house??

you try calming yourself down. ensuring every window nd door is locked. sitting back down ur cozy bed, u slip under the covers and bring ur knees up to your chest in a fetal position. your breathing is heavy while u hold ur head in ur hands. you quietly sob. ur so scared. you’ve only been living by yourself for 6 months and you were scared then. why me??

you didn’t even realise how much time had gone by or when you’d gotten tired. but you rub your closed eyes, letting out a big yawn and stretching your arms out. but when you finally open them, you freeze.

a man is standing in ur room, looking right at you. you can’t muster up the courage to say anything so you just stare back completely still, unable to see his face.

“hey doll, you miss me?” a familiar voice asks, stepping closer.

your mouth falls agape. no. no. no. no. no. this cannot be happening. you’d ended things with him MONTHS ago after he started acting out, getting angry all the time, threatening to hurt you and being literally insane. you blink ur tears away, one managing to roll down ur cheek.

“r-rafe..?” you whisper, if the house wasn’t completely silent he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

“you’re so pretty when ur sleeping, baby.” taking a step closer to you now. you try to move backwards but ur back already pressed against the bed frame. u see him reach behind him, pulling what looks like a gun out of his back pocket.

“n-no, no please.. what are you doing?” you ask shakily, trying to back away further away from him to the other side of the bed.

he sighs, “i don’t wanna have to use this, doll,” shaking the gun in his hand to refer to it,” just listen to what i say and don’t give me a reason to hurt you, alright?”

you tremble with fear, “please, rafe, please leave.. i wont tell anyone. just please” you plead with him. praying that he’ll just go and never come back, even tho you know deep down that’s not gonna happen.

“m’sorry, no can do,” taking another step foward until he’s standing over you, ”missed you so much, can’t leave now.”

his words made your heart flutter, you couldn’t help it. you couldn’t deny the way ur thighs clenched together at the thought of him putting in all this effort just to see you. why are you like this oh my god?? no. u want him to leave. you need him to leave.

after a second of hesitation you finally ask “..what do you want, rafe?” wiping a tear from ur face.

he sits down across from you on the bed, holding the gun up to face you. ‘he’s only doing this to scare you.. he would never actually hurt you’ you try convincing yourself.

“aw come on, don’t be like that, angel” his hand grazing ur knee, before placing his large hand inbetween them to gently pull ur legs apart, “i bet ur so wet right now, so desperate f’me.” he groans nd u notice the massive buldge in his jeans.

u shake ur head, “no, rafe,” you sob again, “please go.” he brings the hand that’s holding the gun to your face, pushing the hair out of ur face with it, “sh sh, it’s okay.. ur okay. save the tears for when i’m done with you, alright?”

you don’t know if that’s reassurance or a threat but either way you feel your pussy getting wetter, his hand travelling lower until its resting on ur plush thigh.

“i need you to stay still, baby, or ur gonna get hurt.” he warns sternly before standing up and reaching for his back pocket again, pulling out a thick rope. u already know how this is gonna go.

he snatches both ur hands nd goes to tie them to the headboard. u squirm nd use ur trembling body to try and push him off, he doesn’t budge until u slap his face. his face turning back to you slowly, a hand against his jaw with a smirk.

“what did i just say? hm? ur gonna regret that, doll, makin me do things i rlly didn’t wanna do.” with a harsh grip he snatches ur wrists again, ur body squirming trying to release your arms but to no avail. when ur wrists are tied down, you whince, the pressure making you sore.

he reaches down to grip ur face and pulls you in to a desperate, hungry kiss. he hovers over you, pulling ur legs apart with his body. his tongue invading your mouth. as much as you hated this, you couldn’t help but kiss him back.

when he finally pulls away he wastes no time in ripping off ur shirt, “no bra, hm? knew you wanted this.” he groans and attaches his lips to ur tits, licking and sucking at ur nipples causing you to let out a series of faint moans.

rafe pulls away, snatching ur knees to spread your legs apart wide. eyeing you down, admiring the wet patch he’s created through ur panties. he lays on his stomach infront of you, giving ur thighs open mouth kisses.

“r-rafe, please..hmmpf” u whine. u don’t know if ur asking him to stop or if u want him to do more. ur so ashamed.

“please what, doll? use ur words cmon.” he teases ur swollen clit with his thumb, over the fabric of ur soaked panties.

when u don’t respond, his big hand slaps your pussy, causing you to let out a scream. “i said use ur fucking words” he raises his voice at you.

“p-please, eat me out,” u whimper when he rubs circles over ur clit, “need you.” that was enough to please him. so he tugs ur panties off, sliding them off ur legs and his tongue was licking a long stripe thru ur folds. “u taste so good, baby” he mumbles into you. without any warning, he inserts two fingers and thrusts mercilessly, now sucking ur puffy clit.

you let out a scream, or a moan, you didn’t know what it was but he makes you feel so so good. almost made you forget how he’s been breaking into your house and stalking you.

u tug to wrap your hands in his hair but remember ur wrists are tightly bound. he’s holding u down with one hand and fucking you with the other.

you feel yourself getting close, clenching around his fingers. u start to squirm, lifting your hips so he can get deeper but he detaches his mouth from ur clit and pulls out his drenched fingers.

“..why’d you stop?” you whimper, desperate for your release.

“youll cum when i say you can.” your eyes pleading with him but he shakes his head. “now your gonna take my cock like the filthy slut you are.” reaching for his belt nd yanking his jeans nd boxers off.

he starts teasing your folds with his cock, making you squirm even more. you know this is wrong. he’s insane. but you can’t help but enjoy his torment.

suddenly he roughly thrusts into you, without letting you adjust, pounding into you ruthlessly. the sounds of your skins clapping, his heavy grunts and your screams echo the room.

your legs unconsciously wrap around his waist. his hands grip onto your hips tightly, surely leaving bruises for you in the morning. “r-rafe, fuck, please sto-“ you screech when he goes in deeper. “fucking take it, quit complaining.” he yells before taking your tit in one hand, teasing your nipple inbetween his fingers.

he knew your body so well. you hated it. if this was anybody else you wouldn’t have been enjoying it like you are now. but it’s rafe. even when he was acting crazy in your relationship, he always made sure you knew how much he loved and cared for you. how he would do anything for you.

you can feel your release finally coming. you clench around his cock, silently begging he’ll let you cum. but to no avail, he pulls out. he unwraps your legs and sits over your chest. “open.” when you don’t comply he grabs your jaw and sticks his thumb into your mouth, “i said fucking open.” the second your lips start to part, he pushes his dick into your mouth, thrusting relentlessly making you gag around him. tears start to well in your eyes and when you try to pull your head away he latches his hand in your hair to stop you from moving. finally releasing you when you feel his cock twitch, followed by a hot flow of cum invading your throat.

he grabs onto your jaw again, giving you three light slaps to you cheek and spits in your mouth. “fucking swallow it,” hesitantly you do, opening your mouth back up and sticking out your tounge to show him.

he smirks, content with the sight in front of him. your hair disheveled, hot tears covering your cheeks and that look in your eyes, which you always had when you were around him. his sweet angel. he loved ruining you.

“rafey.. can i cum now, please? i’ve been a good girl.” you beg. the nickname making him flustered, which fortunately for him you don’t notice in the dark room.

“d’you think you deserve it?” he asks teasing to which you nod eagerly.

“please.” all your self respect and pride out the window now because you were so cockdrunk on ur psycho ex boyfriend you couldn’t think properly.

he shuffles back, spreading your legs apart again and moves his hand towards where you need him most. he begins toying with ur swollen clit before thrusting back into you. this time slower but just as deep.

you don’t hold back your moans, he makes you feel so good. but your cockdrunk haze interrupted when he started to speak again. “tell me you love me.” he groans, his eyes locking on yours. his thrusts hitting deeper, picking up the pace.

you were immediately taken aback. ofcourse you loved him, it’s rafe. but he’s crazy, god, he broke into your house and threatened you with a gun. he noticed your hesitation and starting rubbing your clit, almost sending you over the edge.

“y-yes, fuck, rafe i love you! hmmpf” you scream, your pussy clenching around him once again, his hand tightly gripping your throat. his thrusts brutal, pounding into you. you tug at the ropes bouncing your wrists when you feel pure bliss, your mind hazed and your pussy aching. his thrusts not stopping to ride out your high. you let out a loud, shaky moan/scream. the neighbours probably thought you were getting murdered. your orgasm leaves you limp, only ur legs shaking when he pulls out, yanking his boxers and pants back up.

what you’ve just done dawns over you. you’re so ashamed. you actually begged him to keep going. your tears reappear, trying to be as quiet as possible so rafe doesn’t notice and yell at you again. you wanted to kick him out, call the police and never see him again. the other part of you wanted him to hold you in his arms while you cry, and beg him never to leave your side. but right now, rafe decides for you.

he leans over to give you a sweet peck on the lips and reaches for your bound wrists. “are you gonna be good?” he whispers, eyes scanning your face for any lies. “i’ll be good, rafe. promise.” and you meant it, even tho you were choking back sobs of humiliation, you still meant it.

he untied the rope, your wrists aching and bruises already appearing. he leaves pecks all over the markings, which is his way of saying he’s sorry for hurting you. “i love you so much, y/n” he confesses, straightening back up to face you again. without even thinking, you lean forward, taking his jaw in your hands and you kiss him.

the kiss is beautiful, it wasn’t rushed or heated. it was slow and meaningful. when you finally pull away, you avoid his gaze. “i love you, rafey,” his eyes widen, he didn’t think you’d actually say it back. he knew you said it before, not because you meant it but because he basically forced you. but you did mean it. you never had stopped loving him, you were just tired of his lack of sanity.

he stands up and walks out of your room, leaving you on the bed alone without saying a word. a minute goes by, you felt so dirty and disgusting now. but before any worse thoughts could swarm your head, you hear footsteps heading towards your room. rafe is back, and hes holding a towel. oh, how you missed him.

he taps your thigh, signalling you to spread your legs and cleans up the mess you’d both made. discarding the towel, he crawls onto your bed and slides under the covers with you. “i’m really sorry, baby. i wasn’t trying to scare you. i just- i didn’t know what else to do.” his excuse was sloppy (and insane) but you still forgave him. you knew he was messed up, but so were you. in his head, he was just trying to show you how much he loved you, even tho to any normal person it’s a really creepy way to get someone back, you understood enough to let him hold you.

his arms wrapped around your waist, ur head snuggled in the warmth of his neck. “i know, rafe.. i’ll always love you.” you whispered before drifting to a heavy sleep in the comfort of his arms.

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: situationship!rafe cameron x afab nerd!reader

cw: angst undertones w/ a hopeful ending, black cat!coded reader x whatever rafe would be, suggestive action in the shower & mentions of off screen nsfw (cum and thigh fucking but the latter is a bit more graphic lol) , class differences, rafe is pathetic and weird, implied drug use, rafe beats a man but you can decide if he killed him, reader has implied mental health issues and low self esteem, ambiguous feelings on rafe’s part (he said ily but he could be lying), dark content themes, rafe calls reader kitty in both a mean way and a pet name way, if the thing with reader’s first crush sounds too real that’s cause it is 🤫, started my period while i was formatting this (i just thought y’all should know)

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“Hey, babe, would you be a good kitty and let me in?” Is what you’re greeted with when you swing open your screen door. Rafe Cameron looks pleased as punch, all things considered, soaking wet due to the pouring rain and no doubt high as a kite.

The slurred speech doesn’t alarm you as much as the river of blood flowing from his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, what the fuck?” You try to sound harsh but the fuck is noticably softer than your other words and Rafe smiles, more blood drips down his chin.

You look over his shoulder to see his bike on its side in the dirt, it’s raining and you just know he’ll be pissed to see the mus clinging to it tomorrow. But for right now, you have an injured situationship to patch up.

He stumbles as you struggle to yank him aside, and he sways but collapses on your couch. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to lose your shit immediately. The audacity of this man to waltz in on you barely alive and expect some twisted kind of comfort, after everything.

“I was studying you know, textbooks are expensive so don’t start getting your blood on them.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I know.”

Rafe grunts but keeps his body away from your books. That’s the least he can do, the bare minimum. You sigh and walk over him, kneeling in front of the couch. His eyes are dazed and unfocused as you brush the hair away from his forehead, but his fingers twitch.

“Why did you come here, Rafe? To me?” You whisper, tired and unamused.

You’re startled by his harsh cough, his fingers twitch in your direction again, “ ‘Was nowhere else, wanted you.”

Isn’t that good enough?

You blink dumbly at that, but you have no answer for his crazed ramblings so you slap your knees and make your way to the bathroom. You procure a wet washcloth and some measly bandages, he would just have to deal with it. Rafe’s eyes drag towards you when you kneel back in front of him and bring the cloth to his mouth.

You avoid his stare as you sop up the copious amounts of blood, praying that this wouldn’t need a visit to the hospital. In some ways, you’ve seen too much blood since Rafe Cameron decided to make a mockery of your existence. The gaggle of rich girls he used to have on each arm disappeared but he excused it by detailing his plans to lead you on in front of his friends, checking to see if you were in ear shot.

There’s nothing you did, in your mind. You stuck to yourself and somehow invited the attention of some psycho. That’s the hardest part of the situation, you can’t pinpoint a true beginning. You can only remember being in this murky middle, devoid of an ending. Rafe does have a pretty face though, unfortunately, the water from cloth making his skin glisten. You’ll throw the rag out after this, there’s no point trying to get the stain of blood out of anything.

Eventually, you’re done with the first part and have an excuse to turn away from him. You get back on your feet to reach for the bandages but a groan coming from behind stops you. You turn around and freeze when Rafe buries his nose into your lower stomach, barely brushing the top of your mound over your pajama shorts. He hisses through his teeth in pain as he pushes your shirt up with his bloodied knuckles.

“Rafe Cameron, what the hell are you-“

“ ‘Smells good as fuck, love you.”

You refuse to admit that you love him too, you can’t give him that. Okay, now shit’s really getting out of hand. He dips his head to get closer to your pussy but the second you see the tip of his tongue touch your shorts, you direct his face back to your stomach. You’ve never gone further than ‘will they-won’t they’ type touches with Rafe, but you just can’t give in no matter how much you lie awake at night thinking about it.

“All this is because of you, you know that? You fucked me up and made pummel the crap outta that guy.” The vibrations his clumsy words send through you gives you a serious case of the shivers, so you distract yourself by running your fingers through his matted hair. Because of course there’s blood on his head too. You’d usually chalk what he’s saying up to drugs and insanity, but with Rafe you just never know.

“What?”

“He said maybe I should lay off you so he could have a piece instead, and I just…. lost it. Why should some chump get a part of what’s all mine?” He says with a startling amount of clarity, voice flat and low.

You don’t designate him with a response, and truth be told he doesn’t want you too. You stretch for what in actuality is a $3 dollar package of hello kitty bandaids and rip the white coverings off a few of them. He makes god awful sounds as you apply them to his mouth, head, and hands. The mess in his hair probably isn't his but your conscience won't let you leave it alone. Something foreign to your head and your heart won’t let you leave him alone.

You decide to put the knife in your back all on your own and look up into his eyes. They’re too half lidded to get a clear reading on them but you’re afraid to rely on the emotions underneath the surface. You used to be scared that he couldn’t feel anything. Now, the idea of Rafe Cameron believing he’s in love is far more terrifying.

He’s a bit ridiculous with My Melody, Kuromi, and Keroppi all over himself, you can’t help the small smile that comes over you. You quickly flatten it before he can get too pleased with himself but the fingers curled against your tummy spasm as they spread out to caress your skin. Rafe has an unreadable look on his face as he smears blood over your womb, but you think if you step away he’ll lunge at you.

“I can help you wash the blood off in the shower.” Saying that is in no way a promise of commitment or change, but it might be the closest you ever get.

You’re used to scraps, scraps are fine.

And well, for much you pride yourself on being perfectly fine being alone, it’s achingly human to crave being loved more than anything else. You wander aimlessly because you won’t go where you’re not wanted, and for the longest you’ve been wanted nowhere. But here you are, obsessed over by someone who everyone wants.

Maybe you’re sick of trying to make all the right decisions if this is where it gets you, cold and alone. Is it so bad to not care anymore? It couldn’t be worse than when your first crush told you he loved you and then had a baby with your bully, you reason. Or when he dated one of your friends and she would “joke” about marrying you when you were alone.

The short trip to the shower is awkwardly silent, you have to lead Rafe and make sure he doesn’t trip. You stare more than any Twilight character as you help each other strip. You try to avoid the bruises on Rafe’s torso, but he chuckles about how “You should see the other guy, kitty.”

So you don’t back away when he slows the trajectory of your calloused hands and drags them up his body. Your nails are bitten unevenly, some leave scratches on his abs and some don’t. It’s exhilarating to see Rafe Caneron’s thread come undone, to watch as he tilts his head back and sighs. You rest your hands on his pecs and kiss the hollow of his throat before you can stop yourself.

You won’t mention the squeak he tries to stifle with the back of his balled up fist.

You step away from him to be vulnerable in return, his satisfaction is much more evident this time around. He rips your camisole in two and unhooks your bra too well, clearly having had practice. He cups your breasts in his hands with tenderness that you’d think is out of character for him. Rafe doesn’t even honk them in the dude bro way that you’d always assumed he would. No, he… massages the flesh in his palms between slow squeezes.

“Don’t see why you’re so insecure about these, I like them just fine.” He huffs, bending down to motorboat you before pulling you in the shower through his grunts of pain and exertion.

You notice that he doesn’t steal a glance at your pussy, almost like he’s scared of seeing it bare and puffy… and wet.

You like to feel like a boiling lobster in the shower, so you turn the dial the same direction as always. You’re worried that Rafe will hate the sting but when the water hits, he moans with an open mouth, eyes shut tight. Before your next breath, you’re pushed against the wall and now the blood’s in your mouth as you're taken into a french kiss right out the gate.

You go with it against your better judgment, until Rafe pulls away to pant against your collarbone. His next kiss is softer, shy like it’s an unknown thing to the two of you. His lips glide and mesh with yours as the water trails down in between your slick bodies. You feel like you’re going to pass out but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You open your eyes to see the water at the base of the shower run red, and you lose yourself in the swirling motion until the pop of your honey scented shampoo bottle lid snaps you out of it.

“Turn around kitty, ‘said I'd help you scrub down.”

He’d be embarrassed if you said it, but it’s obvious he’s never done this before. He’s like a bull in a china shop gathering you up in a loose bundle and sloppily spreading the soap throughout it. You stay silent, preferring to bask in the absurdity of it all.

Washing Rafe’s hair takes less time, but like he did when you were cleaning him up earlier, he chooses to stare at you the entire time. You scratch his head to really work the shampoo in there and get the dried blood out, he latches onto your wrists and lets his eyes drift shut. He makes it inconvenient to help him when he kisses your jawline, but you allow it.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good with your hands.” Rafe whispers with a wry grin, pecking your mouth and dropping to his knees. Your pomegranate body wash in his uninjured hand. The amount he squirts onto the dollar store loofah on his other hand is a touch too generous.

You have to replace the hello kitty bandaids when the originals fall off after Rafe steps out of the shower minutes later, he insists on it. You make him lean against the bathroom counter and watch as you take a second shower to clean out the cum, he wears a petulant frown the whole time.

You’re bent over that same counter when you’re back in his orbit, teary eyes wide as he fucks your plush thighs.

The rain turns into a thunderstorm outside.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

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SUMMARY: If Rafe doesn’t want you to go somewhere, that’s what you should do. Except you don’t. 

WARNINGS: Toxic Relation; Domestic Violence/Abuse

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“She’s not going.” 

You and Sarah groan at the same time, eyes flicking to the door where Rafe stands. 

“Stop snooping, Rafe! And get out of my room.” Sarah throws a pillow at her brother but he barely pays attention to her, his stare directed at you. 

You cross your arms, annoyed. 

“What?” 

His eyebrows raise at your snappy reaction and he puts his hands on the pockets, his hair messy. 

“I said that you are not going.” he repeats, voice layed with determination.

Giving Sarah a small apologetic smile, you leave her room, not bothering to look at Rafe as you head for his room. Plopping onto his bed, you reach for your phone but as soon as you touch it, Rafe snatches it. 

“Can you stop being so annoying?” you glare at your boyfriend, but he only smirks. 

You curse as Rafe takes the phone away from your reach. 

“Say you’re not going.” he insists. “Say it and I’ll give it back.” 

You throw your hands in the air.

“Why are you being so pushy about it? What’s wrong with going to a party?” 

He squints his eyes at you and you can already guess what’s coming.

“It’s not just some party, is it? It’s a fucking Pogue party, filled with them.” you can almost taste the disgust in Rafe’s words, his lips curling downwards. 

“...and I don’t want you near Sarah’s friends. They’re bad news. Especially that John B guy … and JJ.” 

“Well, that’s not your decision to make, babe.” You push yourself off the bed, but he grabs your arm, swirling you towards the bed. You squeal, falling down and you’re about to yell at him when his hand wraps around your neck. 

Your hand instantly claws at it, the increasing pressure making you feel uncomfortable. Rafe’s lips only curl into a half-smile, dodging your attempts to knee him. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, yeah, baby?” his tone darkens as he looms over you “You’re not going to that stupid party. Understood?” 

You feel the tears burning in your eyes as you frantically nod, a shaken breath escaping your lips when Rafe releases your throat. 

Touching the sensitive skin, you look up at Rafe, an unbothered expression glued to his face as he looks at you. He throws your phone to the bed, winking at you.

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

"Oh shit.” 

You follow Pope’s eyes and turn around. Your body freezes on the spot, eyes rounding up as you catch the sight of Rafe exiting his truck, his head moving as he looks around, a pissed off look plastered on his face. 

You’re screwed. 

“Isn’t that your boy, Rafe? What the hell is he doing here?” Pope asks and you dive, hiding behind his figure. Rafe was starting to create a ruckus shouting your name, Topper and Kelce with him.

Their presence makes you nervous and you decide it’s time to skip the party before anything more dramatic happens. 

“You know what, I think I’m just gonna head home and-” you yelp as your arm is roughly pulled.

You barely have time to say anything before you’re being dragged away and you wouldn’t even have to look to know that it’s Rafe. 

“Rafe, stop! You’re hurting me!” your pleas don’t stop Rafe, all the bystanders shocked yet no one daring to intervene, moving away from you. 

You trip on your own feet and end up colliding against Rafe’s body. You whine, pleading with him to slow down but your boyfriend seems to have gone mad. 

He pushes you inside his truck without a word and as he walks to the drivers side, you look through the window, catching Sarah and JJ heading your way. You shake your head at them, they’re too far and you doubt that Rafe would enjoy them interfering. 

The truck starts and soon you’re on the road, small sniffles from you filling the space. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

Rafe’s fingers tighten around the wheel, turning white. 

“I told you not to go to the party, didn’t I?” he starts “If you fucking listened to me, then this wouldn’t have happened. You only have yourself to blame.” 

You bury your nails in your bare thigh, despair starting to hit you. Without a second thought, you grab the handle, forgetting about the moving car. 

It doesn’t work, Rafe quickly grabbing your hair, aggressively tugging you back inside. Both of you fight and you scratch his hand, crying out. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” 

The car stops, and you barely have time to process what was going on before your cheek implodes with pain, your face turned to the side with the impact. The bruising grip hurting your scalp as he uses it to recline your face. 

He closes in, his features molding a scowl. 

“I don’t think you fucking understand. I say, you obey. As simple as that.” he tugs on your hair, a reminder of his power over you and a tear slips from your eye. 

“And I swear to god that if you push it one more time, baby, I’m gonna fucking destroy this pretty face of yours.”

[munano-theprophet]

Clipped Wings

Dark!Rafe x Reader

You had been dating Rafe for a few weeks now and noticed some odd behavior. One day, when the truth of his sanity comes to light, you’re taught just how hard it is to get out of Rafe’s clutches.

Warnings: Dark! Rafe, non-con, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, slight dumbification, forced marriage, controlling husband, stepfordization (technically?), sexual and psychological torture, freeuse kink at play, minors dni

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And in a sudden moment, your legs felt like heavy cinder blocks. You’ve been running in the woods for ages, never once taking a moment to stop and hold your breath. It’s been close to 15 minutes of continuous running, and you just started getting tired. You found yourself both cursing and giving him props for giving you the advice to work more on cardio and core or else he would have found you by now.

“Come on y/n…” you heard him in the woods. He was close…

…too close.

“If you come out now I won’t be as mad,” he said in a sinisterly sing-song voice that did nothing but evoke shivers down your spine.

You started to tread lightly, any snap or any step out of place and it was all over. Faster than you could even react, you were whipped around and you were face to face with ocean blue eyes that pierced right into your soul. Rafe smirked, “Gotcha”.

His iron grip was held during the entire trek, nearly dragging you back to his car with the long strides he took. He placed you into the passenger seat, and before he could close the door, your right foot attempted to connect with his face. While you were quick, he was quicker, he caught your lower leg before it could make contact.

He quickly turned it in a way that caused a quick second of severe pain, it was like he was hitting a pressure point. Upon impact, you yelled as loud as you could so that someone--anyone--could hear you. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk, “That’s it princess,” he said sinisterly, he knew your attempts were futile. “We’re in uncharted territory, no one can hear you from here.”

You slouched your arms, you felt hopeless. Your phone was dead, and even if it wasn’t, no satellite signal reached the uncharted territory of the island. You tried thinking of other ways To escape, but before you knew it, a cloth was on your mouth and nose. “Take it all in sweetheart. Remember that it was. You who brought us to this point…” he said to you as your vision started to darken and your eyes grew heavier. Your limbs felt jumbo and as you fought to stay awake, he just applied more pressure to the cloth you were breathing in.

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You wake up in a dark room, your vision was groggy and you didn’t haven’t much feeling in your limbs yet. You heard someone coming out of the bathroom, and quickly made out Rafe’s shape. You pretended to fall asleep and he sat next to you in bed, your body went rigid. “I know you’re up baby,” he said with his eyes piercing through you. You could could feel his lingering gaze roam your body, and if you weren’t so concentrated on keeping your breathing even, a shiver would have accompanied his statement. He exhaled, “I can either take it from you like this, or you can wake up and cooperate” he said, irritation growing in his voice.

You didn’t move.

He waited a few more seconds and then huffed, “Fine, have it your way then”. You opened your eyes slightly and he moved a bit closer to you placing a syringe to your arm. You started to panic, “W-wait Rafe no!”

But it was too late. He quickly injected it in your arm, and if you couldn’t feel your limbs before, they felt like jelly now. He sighs in satisfaction, “There we go, I say use this as a time to think about what you did earlier. Actions have consequences y’know y/n. Don’t they?” He said in a condescending manner. When you didn’t answer him, he quickly flipped your frame ove and spanked you, hard. “What did I just say?” You whimpered, “Yes,” you slurred. He spanked you again, “Yes what?”

You swallowed, you were not surviving this night easily. “Y-yes daddy”. You say in defeat. He made an animalistic groan once you said that, and being to furiously take off both yours and his clothes. “I wanted our first time to be special y/n,” he starts, taking off your shorts, a tear threatens to escape your eye, “but something tells me you like it rough”. You whimpered again when you could feel him struggling to take off your panties. The thickness of your thighs and the friction of the fabric made it harder for him to get it off. You heard a loud ripping sound, and saw your panties go the other direction. “P…please Rafe…” you tried to say, you were trying to wake your head up to almost no avail. He leans down, trailing kisses on your backside, “Don’t worry beautiful,” he unbuckles his pants and you hear them drop to the floor, “you’ll enjoy it”.

___SMUT STARTING BELOW___

He pressed his tip to your folds, and you can feel the smirk oozing off of him, “My baby’s excited isn’t she?” Your body had betrayed you, and your folds were slick with anticipation. Before you could even register his sentence, you felt him pound into you with excessive force. You cry out as he continues pumping into you. He exhales, “You feel so tight y/n, so tight and so right for me,” you could barely formulate words and only managed to get out sounds, “Mgskghdj fhdh”.

Rafe’s cock was as big as his ego—and Rafe has the biggest ego on the island. He filled you in a way you didn’t even know was possible and the pleasure he brought you from stretching you out started to have you in a blissful state. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or the dick that had you feeling good, but your body has never ever felt this good. After a few more strokes, you found yourself entering a much more docile and submissive state (maybe it was the drugs taking over, or you had chalked it up to your body succumbing to pleasure as a survival instinct). Your eyes crossed from the pleasure, and he used one of his arms to make you look up at him while the other played with one of your nipples. The extra stimulation was sending you over the edge as your brain felt like it had been switched off.

“That’s right y/n,” Rafe said, looking down at your complacent face, “don’t fight it. You wanna make daddy happy right?” You babbled a few incoherent words and were met with a slap to the face. This made you clench around him even more and you answered him, “Yes daddy”. He chuckled at you, “Looks like I’ve fucked my girl stupid, hm? My dumb baby making a mess on my cock”. You babbled a few more incoherent words with the grunting in his ear, he started muttering, “you’re only mine” and “this pussy belongs to me” “anyone who tries to take you from me is a dead man”. He used the hand that was playing with your tits to choke you, this caused you to clench on him even more and you could feel yourself about to cum. “Daddy wait I can’t take it anymore,” the pressure was building up inside you, but Rafe didn’t let up, “yes you can,” he growled while pounding into you even faster. You tried to lift an arm to hold him back, but all he did was laugh at your attempt, moving the arm out of the way and smacking your ass in the process. “I’ve waited so long to finally put a baby in you,” he wildly grins, “bearing my child so I can be a great father and provide for our family. Everyone on the island will know exactly who you belong to then”. You tried coming back to your senses, “N…no” you said, still in a daze. “Yes y/n, you’re gonna look so good filled with my babies, they will be heirs to the family company and have Cameron blood running through their veins”. You could feel his cock pulsing and knew he was close. “Please Rafe…not…inside!” You choked out as he went back to choking you. “A wife needs to shut the fuck up and know her place,” he said, pushing your head into the bed and placing your hand there to make you stay. He then exhaled as ropes of cum began to fill you up. You both orgasmed at the same time, and he thrusted a few more times as you came down from the high you just experienced.

Tears fell, you sniffled and laid there, wishing you were in another place but Tannyhill, wishing you were out of Rafe’s reach. He got off of you and pulled you close to him, “Good girl,” he said, placing kisses along your back before falling asleep.

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Four Weeks Later

You stared at the positive pregnancy test. This was the third box you’ve done, but you knew it was futile to try and live in denial.

You were having Rafe Cameron’s baby.

You haven’t left Tannyhill since that night, Rafe took your phone and texted your family that you’ve been staying at Tannyhill due to helping Sarah while she’s sick (while she wasn’t sick, she’s been off the island for a while, so the lie would stick for the time being). Your hands trembled as you were ready to break into a fit of tears, just then, you heard Rafe come into the house. You wiped your face and tried hiding the tests in the sink cupboard. “Y/n!” He called out for you, you hurriedly ran to him, plastering a fake smile on your face. “Good afternoon daddy,” you greeted him with a kiss. This was how you were expected to greet him every time he returned to the house, and if you didn’t, there were consequences that you knew all too well you wouldn’t want to go through again.

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3 Weeks Ago

You lashed out at Rafe for keeping you confined in the house with refusal to let you go. At dinner, you threw your food onto the floor, he swiftly got up and made his way over to you. He pulled your hair back and forced you to look up at him. “So you want to be a bad girl tonight? Fine, I’ll show you what happens when you want to disobey daddy’s rules”.

He spanked and fucked you mercilessly the entire night, and made sure his load stayed in you even after he was done by inserting a butt plug. He made you wear it around the house, especially since it vibrated, and was controlled on an app through his phone. Any time you misbehaved, he punished you by using it. There were extended times he would spend “re-educating” you back to living a “proper kook life”. He would make you repeat, rules, mantras, and statements. By the end of the day, you knew them like the back of your hand, but it wasn’t just one day though, it was multiple.

Rafe was slowly breaking you down and building you back up.

He wanted to mold you into something of his own creation. He wanted you obedient and docile, and available whenever he wanted. Slowly but surely, that was what he was getting.

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Present

“How’s my girl doing? Hope you didn’t miss me too much” he says kissing you back whilst holding you in his arms. “I tried not to,” you lied. “What’s for dinner tonight?” he asked. One of the other rules was that you were tasked with making breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was a bit early today and you got caught up with the pregnancy tests. “Salmon,” you said, “I was going to pull out the Cheval Blanc from the wine cellar”. He hummed in response and you noticed how he hadn’t let go. “But then again, it wouldn’t really be wise for a mother-to-be to be drinking…correct?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not knowing what to say. “You think I wouldn’t notice you delivering pregnancy tests to a house full of cameras y/n? You deserved to be punished just for thinking so stupidly”. His grip on you tightened and you felt pain in your lower back. You instantly started shaking your head, “No Daddy wait—” he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you against the wall, applying more pressure to that area as he spoke. “When are you gonna understand y/n, you’re mine and mine only. No one can take you or that baby from me. You can’t go to the police—I own the police, and if you try and step foot off this island, you will regret even thinking that idea was smart”. You clawed at his grip on your neck, “You and our baby are both Camerons, you will live in this house like a good housewife and take care of our children. And if anyone on this island even tries to help you, they’re family will have a new member to bury…if I don’t burn their body first”.

Children, he said.

He was going to do this to you more than once.

“The faster you learn your place, the better. Do we understand each other?” You nodded your head, barely any air for you to try and speak through the chokehold. He let you go and you slid to the bottom of the floor. “And y/n?” He knelt down to your level and picked your chin up,, “If you do anything that will jeopardize our baby, I can promise you that there are fates far worse than death. I have no problem with us starting the process over and over again”. He said before dropping your chin and leaving. You cried silently to yourself, but not loud enough to hear so that Rafe wouldn’t get worked up again. You put a hand to your stomach and sighed. something broke in you that day, and that piece of you that broke is something you’d probably never get back. You were going to carry out this pregnancy, for you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.

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1 Year Later

It was evening time, you were washing the plates after cleaning the kitchen, your son was fast asleep. As you were drying the plates, you felt a pair of hands come behind you, snaking their way to your waist. “The beautiful Mrs. Cameron”. He said proudly, you smiled at him. Rafe worked to make the wedding happen as fast as possible. Your parents were surprised and shocked that you never told them you were engaged, especially to THE Rafe Cameron. Everything was perfect and the day breezed by and you found yourself getting fucked by your newlywed husband at the end of it. The giant rock on your ring finger only further established his ownership of you, as the inside of the ring had the last name Cameron and the family crest there.

“Good evening daddy, I hope you enjoyed dinner,” you say as he places a kiss on your cheek. “I always enjoy your cooking. I felt the need to reward you for your good behavior”. He smirks, lifting up your dress. He pushed you back a bit as you automatically spread your legs, you knew the drill. Rafe had access to you at all times, whether it be in the morning or evening, bathroom or kitchen…whatever and wherever he wanted, it happened. He always had the final say, and you could only agree. You knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t. You were already wet and he plunged into you, fucking you at a steady pace while you tried continuing with the dishes. He grabbed and fondled you anyhow and everywhere on your body, and you let him because you felt your mind starting to float away. Through Rafe’s re-education, you were the perfect Kook housewife, you never spoke out of turn, always followed the rules and you never talked back. Every time he would use you, your brain always seemed to turn off, and the mantras that he forced you to memorize would play back in your head like an audio recording. You could feel he was close, “Tell me to cum in you,” he demands. You look back with pleading eyes, “Please cum in me daddy, I need you to breed me with your seed so bad baby”. You felt so docile and obedient in this position, taking cock and fulfilling your domestic duties. It felt so right to do as your husband says, to serve all of his needs and let him use you. You were a babbling mess again and he just chuckled at you, “What a sexy yet dumb bitch,” he said as he pumped you with his cum. You bobbed your head along, and as he came in you, your mouth watered as you began to get on your knees to taste him. You loved tasting him, it felt right to kneel down and choke on his cock, even if it made did you choke.

Before you could get the chance to put his tip on your mouth. Your son was crying from the nursery. Rafe lifted you up, “You get cleaned up, I’ll take care of him”. And with that you obeyed,

because you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.

Please let me know how I did! I lowkey miss writing dark content. Also, please take the time to vote on this poll xx

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[prettybabybaby]

tw: noncon (drunk reader). i'm rusty so if this is horrible i'm sorry.

being best friends with rafe and going partying with him. he always promises that he'll watch over you, and he does. he'd never let anyone but him get close to you while drunk. rafe loves how the drunker you get, the more you hang onto him, the more you sleepily burying yourself against him, and the less you notice his wandering hands.

you curl up on his lap, trying to tell him a story but rarely making sense. as his hands slide up your skirt, pinching at your thighs and brushing up against your panties as you laugh at the feeling. once you get so drunk that your fully his. he takes your pliant body somewhere private, usually in his cars, and pushes up your skimpy dress and starts fucking you. still tenderly holding you despite his rough thrust. he loves the little gurgles and moans the come out of your hazy self.

his favorite times is when you're just out of it enough not to fully know whats happening. still aware enough to know it's rafey. he loves hearing you slur his name against his neck while you hug onto him, telling him how much you love him. as he slowly grinds your hips against him, pushing his cock deeper into you.

afterward, he cleans you up. you wake up sometimes asking him what he's doing, and he assures you that you dropped your drink on yourself. silly little drunk girl! and you always believe him. letting him wipe away the cum that you think is alcohol. then he takes you home, and continues to let his hands wander if your out of it enough, while others he holds back your hair while throwing up in the toilet. always ready to tell people the next day how sweet rafe is to take care of his friend like that.

<3

rafe giving you more and more drinks to make sure he gets you where he wants you.

"c'mon it's one night. you know you want to..." he says, holding the drink close to your lips. "i won't let anyone touch you. just me."

[marejuka]

Dreams i wake up wet from 1

=>part two

I was at his house Party and when everyone got drunk he took me to his room and started kissing me. We made out on his bed when he started rubbing his croch on my leg.

I laughed at such a desperate behavior.

"Why so needy little man?"

I looked at him amused, but when I saw his eyes my mocking behavior disappeared.

he wasn't angry, he was furious. The second i tried to make a apology I felt his hand around my neck.

His raspy voice trembled at each Word " i think its time for you to lose that attitued little girl" He got closer to my face.

the feeling of superiority is still recognizable in my way of acting and talking. I still think hes just a scared and hurt boy,what will He do?

"Ou and how? Your gonna grope me a bit? Come in your pants?" My voice is muffled by his choking but still spiteful

"No.. Im gonna make Your little body hurt and writhing in pain and plasure"

Shortly afterwards he pushes me onto his bed, still choking, he takes off my panties so that I am lying in front of him in just my thin dress. I see him taking something out from under the bed " you have a dildo ??" I can't hold back the amusement in my voice

He just looks at me and i can finally see the Object in his hand,a hairbrush. what the hell is he doing with this? i must look as confused as i am because he smiles slightly at me.For a moment I thought he had calmed down again, but in the same second I was hit in the face.

he let go of my neck and started to massage my breasts with both hands,Still in shock I let this happen without saying a word.

I could feel my body getting a reaction at his lewd Touch. Looking to the side i saw the hairbrush.. its handle was not small

He must have seen my look to the side

" what lil girl? Scared that i wil f you in a way that is so degrading? That you cant do anything against it and that i will never forget it?"

He isnt Actually gonna do it right? Right?... Out of nowhere there is a loud knock on the door, we both look at the door in shock

"Ay men are you sleeping?" Its his older brother.. we both stay silent at first until the guy above me answers, and what he had to say to his brother would change the whole Situation

Part 2?

[strangespinapple]

RC ~ When It Hurts P2

rafe cameron x fem reader

blurb: you and rafe are together. and lately he's been acting differently so you confront him. but what happens when you find out he's been lying to you?

warnings: angst, cheating, cursing, physical hitting, SMUTTTT MDNIII 18+ (ill tell your parents 🫵🏽🤨), dark rafe, kidnapping???

word count: 1.6k

a/n: mb about the late posting I meant to post this like a week ago but i got busy and im still mourning. enjoy :)

P1 Here

Song Inspo: Hurts So Good by Astrid S

He pulled your face closer to his and captured your lips in a cultivating kiss. It started off slowly and passionately, filled with love and raw emotions. You moaned against Rafe’s lips. With his hand on your jaw, he squeezes your cheeks to force your lips apart and sticks his tongue in your mouth. He uses his other hand to push your shoulder flat down against the bed so he can get on top of you. With that same hand he props himself up and moves his hand from your face to underneath your shirt. With no bra in the way he easily gropes your boob. He moans against your mouth and grinds into you. 

“Rafe pleasee, I need you.” He pulls down your shorts along with your underwear. 

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you. Feel how warm and tight you are.” He babbled against your lips. His mind turning into mush from you turning him on.

You grab his shorts and underwear pulling them down just enough to grab and stroke his length. He grinds against your soft hand and kisses your neck. Your hands make their way to his back while he guides his tip inside of you.

“Fuccckkk” he moans in your ear as he pushes his full length inside of you stretching you completely. 

“Rafe, oh my go-“ His hard quick thrust made you moan loudly. 

“Baby you feel so fucking good. Best pussy ever.” 

He grabs your leg and hooks it over his arm allowing him to slide even deeper inside of you. Both of your moans reach a new octave from the new found pleasure. 

“Right there, right fucking there Rafe.” 

Listening to you, he slides right in that spot drawing you super close to your climax. You have always loved when Rafe gets like this during sex. Something about him being so horny and turned on that he starts babbling, whining, or thrusting into you erratically, always pushes you over the edge. 

“You’re squeezing me. I’m not gonna last, I’m not-“ 

Rafe starts thrusting inside of you at a faster sloppier pace. Your back arches and your legs shake as your climax hits you. Rafe moans loudly as his hips stutter against you. His cum spreads within you, painting your walls white. Rafe gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom inside of y’all shared room. He wipes in between your legs and afterwards does the same thing to himself. He throws the rag in a nearby bin and gets into the bed with you.

“I love you and I’ll always love you.” He grabs your face and kisses you.

“I love you too baby, and I trust you.” 

“Let’s get some sleep so I can make it up to you all day tomorrow.” You smile as you kiss his lips once last time. 

You roll on your side and Rafe cuddles you from behind spooning you. You close your eyes as sleepiness comes over you. Smiling at how content you feel, knowing that your boyfriend will never cheat on you.

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4 Hours Later…

Your eyes open at this incessant buzzing. 

Buzz Buzz

Looking at the clock on your nightstand it’s almost 4am. You turn over to Rafe’s side of the bed to see he is no longer cuddling you and is facing his nightstand.

“Rafey” you whisper thinking he may be awake. You peek over at him and see that he is fast asleep, but his phone is lightening up and buzzing. 

Buzz Buzz Buzz

You think to yourself ‘it might be important with his family or something’ with the way his phone is going off. So you lean over Rafe grabbing his phone without trying not to wake him up. 

Sophia: “Rafe are you coming over or what????” “I'm not gonna stay waiting for you forever” “Come on I need you like real real bad and I know you need me too 😩🤭” *sends a past video of them fucking* “We had such fun times together. Remember yesterday we fucked ALLL day long and it was so much fun”

He told you he was backed up in meetings all day yesterday.

“Seriously Rafe don’t you want all this. Cuz I know you did yesterday.” “Rafeeeeeeeeyyyyyy come on” “I'm so much better than her, I don’t understand why you spend so much time with your loser of a girlfriend” “UGHHH you fell asleep didn’t you ☹️🥺” “Fine call me in the morning babe 😚”

Not only did your heart drop into your ass but it also shattered. How could he do this to you?! You have been nothing but an amazing supportive girlfriend and he has the nerve to cheat on you. Tears start to roll down your face from the hurt. But then it hits you. HE LIED TO YOU. Those tears turned into anger real quick. You turn the light on, grab your pillow from behind you and hit Rafe with all your might. Over and over and over again you beat the man who you thought loved you.

Rafe jumps up, snatching the pillow out of your hands. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“YOU! YOU ARE WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME. HOW COULD YOU?!” You both get up standing on both sides of the bed.

“HOW COULD I WHAT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT I’M TIRED!”

“YEAH I BET YOU ARE FROM ALL THE SECRETS YOUR HIDING. YOU LYING CHEATING PIECE OF SHIT.” You hold his phone up to his eye view with the messages his mistress sent him. He stares at you with wide eyes. 

“You went through my phone? What kind of girlfriend does that?”

“OH NO DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO TURN THIS AROUND ON ME. YOUR PHONE WAS GOING OFF AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EMERGENCY SO I PICKED IT UP.”

Rafe starts biting his nails, a habit you’ve been trying to break him out of since you guys first started dating. Oh but now you couldn’t give two shits. He could bite his nails until he hits bone for all you care. 

“IT WAS YOUR LITTLE SLUT BEGGING YOU TO COME OVER AND FUCK HER LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO.” 

You throw his phone at him and speed walk into your closet. You pull out a small suitcase and start throwing some of your essentials in it. Rafe is still standing at the foot of the bed biting his nails, waiting for your next move. You come back to the room and throw the suitcase on the bed. 

“Wha- What are you doing?” You continue packing your things not looking at him.

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m leaving.” 

“What do you mean you’re leaving? You can’t leave. You can’t leave me.” He circles the bed towards you as you pack the last of your things. He begins to panic thinking you’re serious. 

“I am leaving Rafe. You cheated on me and lied to me multiple times.” You zip the suitcase up and walk out of the room, going down the stairs, making your way to the front door. 

“Wait, you can’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby.” 

He rushes in front of you blocking you from reaching the door at the bottom of the staircase. He grabs your shoulders to keep you in front of him. 

“I fucked up okay cause I’m a fuck up. I’m sorry you’re the one good thing in my life and I need you. I promise I will never hurt you again I’m so fucking stupid.”

 He takes a deep breath to stop himself from rambling over his sobs. 

“Just please, please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.” His eyes red and hands shaking from the crying and fear of losing you. 

Looking down at the floor, you push his hands off of your shoulders.

“Look Rafe, I can't be with you. You cheated on me and you broke my heart. Even if I were to forgive you, I can never trust you again. And honestly I thought you loved me.” You say finally looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“I do! I promise I do.” The tears streaming nonstop on both of your faces. 

When it hurts but it hurts so good Do you take it? Do you break it off?

“If you did, then you wouldn’t have betrayed me. I can’t do this with you anymore. I’m done, we’re done.” 

Rafe could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop. You really weren’t playing around. He realized he really fucked up and there’s no coming back from this. You move towards the door and place your hand on the knob starting to twist it when you hear Rafe speak.

“I’m sorry-”

“Me too.” You slowly open the front door. 

When it hurts but it hurts so good Can you say it? Can you say it?

“but I can’t let you go.” 

Before you had a chance to react you felt one strong callous hand wrap around your mouth while the other wrapped around your body. You dropped your bag screaming and kicking as Rafe lifted you up. You hoped someone would hear you but your kicking closed the door shut. Rafe's hand starts to press harder and harder on your mouth putting pressure on your throat. 

“Shhh go to sleep. I promise when you wake up I will fix everything.”

Your eyes began to feel heavy as well as your body. Rafe always told you that he would never hurt you but he was terrified of losing you. 

Fear and love can turn the sweetest person into a monster.  

Your love is like (hey, na-na-na, na-na) It hurts so good

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hey y'all! so how did y'all like the fic? constructive criticism is always accepted!

do you guys want a part 3? if so lmk which direction it should go :)

[aphroditelovesu]

HOLY ANGEL, I NEED SOMETHING FOR OUTER BANKS. What would it be like if JJ had a sister, and on top of that, that sister fell in love with Rafe Cameron? What if that love was reciprocated? the lion falls in love by the lamb! Can you imagine what it would be like if Rafe didn't follow his father's plans, and for love he dropped everything and followed like a Pogue?? Maybe I need headcanons for that.

''For you I'd go to the ends of the earth.'' - Rafe Cameron.

❝ 💰 — lady l: I absolutely loved this idea and finally found your request after finding this headcanon in my notebook lol. I hope you like it and forgive me any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, slight mention of strangling someone in their sleep, underage drinking.

❝💰pairing: yandere!rafe cameron x jj maybank!sister.

From the beginning, before you met the rest of the group, it's always been you and him. It was always you and JJ against the world. And the world against you. Nothing and no one was more important than the bond you shared with your big brother.

You were everything to each other. Having been abandoned by your mother and your father being an asshole and a violent alcoholic, JJ has always been your safe haven and he will always be there for you, come what may. It had always been the two of you and he hoped it would stay that way.

You were introduced to his friends and it wasn't long before they became your friends too, all just as nice and protective as your brother. They soon became your and JJ's family, although he resented this at first as he feared losing you, he soon warmed to the idea of you all being family.

Everything was perfect. You didn't have much but you were happy with the pogues, you all had fun and loved each other that it seemed like nothing could interfere. JJ being protective and impulsive as always, John B the fearless and sometimes a stupid leader, Pope being the most altruistic and intelligent of the group, Kiara being the kindest and most supportive and Sarah being the messiest but loyal to her friends. Everything was perfect until you met Rafe Cameron.

You had only seen him from a distance, you had never approached him on your brother's orders and you never dared to disobey him, especially when you learned that he had tried to murder his own sister and that was enough to make you want to stay away from him. Except you didn't. During the bonfire party, you had drunk more than you should have and ended up getting lost from your friends, also drunk and stoned, you ended up getting away from the noise a little and that's where you finally met the infamous Rafe Cameron.

At first, you didn't recognize him and just kept quiet while he talked to you. You just agreed with what he said, completely inconsequential of what he said and that was the opening he needed to kiss you. Rafe's lips against yours were soft and gentle, he pulled you closer and caressed your waist possessively. Needless to say, he didn't stop at just one kiss.

Rafe has become even more obsessed with you than he already was. He already knew you from a distance but he never dared get too close, not with your brother watching you constantly and he knew that Sarah had said things about him to you, although it infuriated him, he didn't want to risk scaring you so he remained watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to strike, and that moment finally arrived at the bonfire party. Though simply dressed, you still looked stunning to him and Rafe felt maddeningly jealous every time another man approached you, only to be pushed away by JJ. It was the first and last time he thanked JJ for being so protective of you. And when you finally broke away from your group of friends, he had his chance and when you kissed, it was like something snapped inside Rafe and he knew, in that very moment, that you were his.

He found himself more and more enchanted by you and soon you began a hidden relationship after some post-bonfire dates. But it wasn't enough for him, he wanted more, he wanted all of you and not having to hide your love from the others. The warm, hidden nights weren't enough for him. Rafe needed, he wanted and he would make you official. All chaos erupted one night when you were out with your friends drinking and talking, when Rafe showed up, alerting everyone. No wonder Rafe Cameron always meant trouble.

When he announced you two were dating, silence fell over the group. That is, until JJ got up and started fighting with Rafe. Your brother was furious, furious that he, this kook, dared to blatantly lie about you. As if you, his little sister, could get involved with a preppy guy like him. He only stopped fighting Rafe when Pope and John B's efforts were successful and horror settled on JJ's face when you took it and touched Rafe and told him it was true. JJ almost broke down right there.

Your brother freaked out for good, he yelled at you, for the first time in his life, he fought with you. Yelling things like how stupid you were for getting involved with Rafe and threatening to kill your boyfriend. You cringed at the screaming and Rafe, bruised and bleeding, pulled you into a hug, while trying to control himself not to kill your brother right then and there. He could kill JJ, but that would be too much trouble and there's you. Rafe isn't delusional enough to think that if he murder your brother, you'll stay with him. So Rafe kept himself in check, protecting you and when JJ finally stopped screaming, Rafe started talking and left everyone stunned and scared with his words.

That he loved you, he loved you more than he could put into words and he wanted to be with you. Make you happy, be yours forever. That he wanted to become a pogue to be with you. Even you couldn't believe his words, but Rafe was serious, too serious to be joking. He had argued with his father a few hours earlier, Ward didn't approve of your relationship, and Rafe freaked out at his father. The problem, for Ward, wasn't that you were a pogue but whose sister you were, who your friends were. Rafe didn't accept Ward's words and threatened his own father, he wanted you, he didn't care about the bloody Royal Merchant gold or the Cross anymore, all Rafe wanted was you, something so simple but unacceptable for his father . So Rafe, against everything he'd ever wanted, rebelled against his father for good, he disowned himself and decided that if, to have you, he had to become a miserable pogue, as his sister did, he would.

Your family did not accept this at first. They all didn't trust or like Rafe, understandable considering everything he'd done for them, but Rafe was willing to try to fit in with the group, for you. It wasn't the kind of life he was used to, but just having you in it made him feel a little more comfortable. It was hard for them to fully accept him into the group and even after a while the others still didn't trust him, but they were trying for you. It took JJ a long time to get close to Rafe without feeling like strangling him in his sleep, but eventually and after much prodding from you, JJ gave Rafe a chance, although he kept an eye on him and made it very clear that if Rafe hurt you somehow, Rafe will be a dead man. Adjusting hasn't been easy and yet Rafe has a hard time dealing with everything, but for you, he's willing to go to the ends of the earth.

[0xstarzx0]

LOVE ME LIKE I DO | ONE SHOT|

Rafe S3 x Yandere reader

{OPEN COMMAND (please l’m bored)}

[English is not my native language ❗️❗️]

synopsis: If he doesn’t love you as you love him, just give him a little reminder, maybe he’ll understand who he belongs to this time.

Ok then, it’s really creepy to read, it’s the first time I write this kind of thing and it’s probably the last time. It’s really weird and not suitable for an uninformed public, so if you’re sensitive please don’t read this, I’m fucking serious. Don’t.

tw: murder, stalking, mental issues , weirdos, mentions of sex , mentions of murder , insults, violent, non-con, kidnapping, yandere.

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Rafe knew he had a problem, but you. You were crazy. You proved it to him several times, instead of scaring him, it turned him on.

You were also very jealous, so much so that once you tried to fight with a girl who watched Rafe for too long.

Simply put, Rafe wasn’t the only one who was crazy, you were a crazy couple. Who could kill to protect each other and vice versa.

But Rafe wasn’t as in love as you were, he was definitely possessive and strongly attached to you but he wasn’t obsessed with you. On the other hand, you were.

To say that you didn’t want to cover up several times without him noticing, or even spy, would be a lie.

You had the location of his phone, put a camera in his room with a microphone.

You were a psychopath. Rafe compared to you was a little gambler.

You could only take it out on your mother, the only memories you have of her are all the times she keeps telling you not to give up when you loved someone.

If it took 20 years, then it would take 20 fucking years.

When you lost access to Rafe’s location, a few things were weird. When you went to Tannyhill and the house was empty, you quickly understood what was going on.

Rafe had abandoned you, after all you had done for him. You had literally killed for him, you even had to hide a body for him.

And he to thank you was gone??? No Rafe you do not know who you belong to?

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Rafe had returned to Outer Banks.

As soon as he set foot on the island, he had sealed his fate.

The camera you had in his room was still working, and so was his microphone. You get up an hour instead of him every morning, just to see him get up and change.

You were just wet to see his abs or his hard dick in the morning.

Today was a day like any other, you plan to spy on him and take notes. You noticed he melted the cross you stole with him and sold it with Barry.

You followed him around the streets of Charleston. Making you as discreet as you could. You don’t understand why Rafe turned around and started looking around.

You hid as fast as you could and Rafe left.

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You felt your heart filled with sadness and hatred. Your whole body felt broken.

Rafe had a party to celebrate his official return to the island but, the latter was not alone.

Under his muscular arm is Sofia, a girl who worked at the Country Club that you and Rafe used to date.

She knows very well that Rafe belongs to you because, she had several times seen you slip away with him in the toilet.

That bitch knew full well she never should have done it, yet she did.

She’ll pay you, you swear.

When you got home that same night, you saw Rafe moan her name, touch her make her scream. Every second you spent watching that fucking screen disgust you.

You must have been the one he was exhausting, over-stimulating, so why were you there and she was being destroyed?

A wave of Jealousy and hatred overwhelmed you, You could not sleep. You got up, you started imagining what you would do to them and you liked the idea.

Your hand went to your panties, Rafe’s favorite. 

You touched yourself with two fingers, you’d force Sofia to look at how much Rafe would rather fuck you, kiss you and make you scream his name.

how obsessed Rafe was with you.

You started shaking feeling your orgasm coming, you felt like it was Rafe’s fingers, you closed your eyes two minutes and when you opened them, you fingers were soaking your sheets too

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The next day, you made sure of everything. The hammer was in your bag with the ropes and the sedative.

You waited to see Rafe’s bike go and entered Tannyhill. You made sure to be as quiet as possible and is checking the camera through your phone. Sofia go to the bathroom.

You walked into the room and heard ten minutes, until Sofia was too busy washing herself to hear anyone coming into the bathroom.

When she got out of the shower and unfortunately for her, she didn’t turn around, you strangled him with the rope.

She struggled for a while and you pressed your knee behind her back to further limit her oxygen. "You’re gonna die when Bitch!" You’re screaming.

Her suffocations were the only noises in the whole house. Suddenly she stopped moving her face was blue.

She was dead. You took her body and dragged her into the room, put her in a suitcase and went downstairs into the kitchen.

You pulled out the ingredients to prepare Rafe’s favorite dish is here.

Once finished, you put sedatives in it, then you imitated Sofia’s writing to perfection. You looked at the time and realized that Rafe was coming home soon. You went up to get Sofia’s body and took it with you from Tannyhill.

You fed it to the alligators, including in the swamp, and burned Rafe’s suitcase. You went home and prepared everything for tonight, you put on your best dress and you made the most beautiful possible, your reunion was going to be perfect.

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Your moans were the only thing audible in the room.

Rafe opened his eyes more and more slowly, he wanted to move his arm but he could not. The more he forced the more he felt his arm was being burned.

He also felt like a few things or rather someone was on him. He was inside a pussy?

This thought made him open his eyes, look at his beas and he was hung on either side of the bed. He looked ahead and froze on the spot.

You were on him, He was inside you and you were moving on him. You moaned his name you shoved your nails into his skin.

"Damn it, Y/N..." he moans trying to come to his senses. "Fuck Rafe!" You scream while accelerating your movements.

You moan louder and louder until you reach your peak.

You collapse on Rafe. "Fuck Y/N what are you doing here?" Rafe asks screaming.

You look Rafe in the eye. "You belong to me Rafe, I came to take back what belongs to me." You say while looking at him.

"You’re a fucking weirdo!" He starts trying to get the ropes off his wrists.

A clapping sound sounds in the room. Rafe slapped violently. You grab the back of his head violently forcing him to look at you.

"You know I’m crazy about you? You know that?" You ask Rafe about to explode. "YOU KNOW WHAT I’M CRAZY ABOUT YOU RAFE??!" You’re screaming. He’s not answering.

You close your eyes and calm down. "Everything I’ve done and what I’m going to do, I do for love you know that." You gently caress Rafe’s cheek. You stand up and get the hammer that was in your bag. You walk up to Rafe. "What are you going to do?" he asks you to panic. "Make you understand never to leave me or cheat on me again."

You hit his head violently, which just knock his out.

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You watch Rafe wake up, when he opens his eyes he’s panicked, he looks around him. "You’re finally awake Love?"

You lean to put your face closer to his, he instantly backs up in his chair to which he is tied. You still manage to put your lips on his.

"Let me go, I won’t tell anyone." he asks you with pity.

You put your arms and your head on his lap. "I can’t, honey." You say in a little voice. "Why?" he asks." Because you’re not in love with me, and until you feel what I feel for you, I won’t let you go. Even if it takes me twenty years or more."

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[keeira2]

OFF LIMITS

part 1 >> part2

s2 rafe cameron x barryslittlesister!reader

summary: barry never mentioned he had a sister, he didn’t want you involved in his business whatsoever. that is until you answer the door and you’re left to greet a pretty kook.

warnings: drugs mentioned, snorting, smutty discriptive language??? no smut (yet), MDNI!! if i forget any pls lmk

a/n: i will be making a part 2 to this, pls lmk if u like it also dm me for requests!! DO NOT HOLD BACK!! i’m not 100% sure how tumblr works with posting but any tips appreciated this is my first fic :3

he’d been gone for a few hours now, y/n comfortably sprawled out in bed, twirling her hair in one hand, scrolling mindlessly thru tumblr on the other. she was getting rlly bored all by herself. she eagerly got up off her twin sized mattress and grabbed her stash out of her bed side table. (that she got for free bc barry loves her :3)

she poured a little out, grabbed a fiver from her lacy pink pushup, while moving the powdery substance into a very generous line before leaning down nd snorting it. the effects taking effect immediately she shook her head and winced at the tickling feeling in her nose.

she hid her stash away and right as she was about to collapse back on her bed a loud banging on the door awakened her senses. she knew it couldn’t have been her brother, he had a key, and barry always warned her to NEVER open the door.

“HEY BARRY, YOU HOME?” yelled a manly frustrated voice, followed by much more pounding on the door. u were never gonna open it, but you were just a little curious and u peaked thru the curtain above ur bed to see a kook. a rich.. snobby.. handsome, sexy kook? he was all kinds of fine, u immediately thought of all the things you’d let him do to you, if only you were allowed to let him even look at you.

ur closing the curtains and hear a loud ringing from your phone, lunging over to your bed to catch it you accept and put it up to your ear.

“yo is there a guy outside?” barry questions with a rushed tone.

“yeah, a kook,” you roll your eyes letting out a chuckle, “he’s banging on the door for you it’s getting kinda annoying” you complain.

“look, i want you to let him in.. only long enough for him to grab his shit and go. i don’t want him staying around you. open the door nd tell him i’ve gone out for a bit and give him the stash in the bottom drawer in the kitchen. then let him leave, alright?” barry explains sternly, almost scolding you.

more loud knocks are heard from all throughout the room as you stand up “yeah no worries barry, i gotchu.” you say before hanging up the call and throwing ur phone back into your bed.

quickly checking in the mirror for any flaws, matching thong peaking out of ur minishorts, the cutest garter tights underneath them, and a long trashy tank top, the collar dipping right inbetween ur perked tits.

you giggly skip over to the door, and open it see him in full view, when suddenly he’s pushing past you and searching throughout the trailer, probs looking for barry.

“yeah, come on in i guess.” you mutter, rolling your eyes at his abrupt ignorance.

you hear a loud sigh from in the living room, “hey is barry ho-“ he pauses, finally looks over to you. fully taking you in now, his jaw dropping slightly but not enough to really notice.

“no, but he told me to let you in he won’t be home for a while, you need coke?” you say with no hesitation, strutting over to the kitchen and bending down to take out the stash, ur thong and plushy ass now in full view as he stands there like a statue still in a state of shock. (or admiration >:))

“um, yeah thanks..” he pauses again, scratching the back of his head, “barry never said he had a girlfriend.” you roll your eyes letting out an audible gag.

“that makes sense considering he’s my BROTHER.” you scoff before getting up, grabbing his arm you lead him to sit down on the chair across from you. placing the massive bag of coke on the table inbetween.

“yeah i mean i js didn’t expect a girl here, barry never mentioned he had a hot sister.” oh but how he wish he had, you were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

you scoff, again, clearly annoyed, “yeah he’s rllyyyy protective so, you can get on with it” you say while impatiently tapping ur finger against the arm rest.

he knew he had to have you. he was gonna fuck that attitude out of you, but unfortunately that had to wait. he had a massive party he needed to show up for to sell his, yk merchandise, and he’s already running late. lots of angry feining kooks waiting for him on the other side of the island.

he bends down with a smirk, placing his large hand onto the bag of coke, picking it up and standing.

“i’ll see you again soon princess” and just like that he winks and walks out, locking the door on his way out too, ‘sure you will’ you say sarcastically to yourself once he’s gone.

[gladiatorcunt]

- ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL !

a swamp for each chamber of my heart

tags: eventual pregnancy but it’s an overall theme, rafebarry centric, transmasc!rafe (anatomy terms: pussy, cunt, cock, hole, tits), mention of top surgery scars, barry calling rafe a dog, degradation, ambiguous ending, dead dove do not eat, messing with the s4 timeline, pregnant!sarah, established rafebarry(fem)reader, mentioned past rafe x jj, mentioned past drug use, implied incest if you squint, possible eventual kidnapping, cheating (on sofia), title from doechii (subtitle from me), consensual but not safe or sane

please do not copy, translate, or feed this work to ai

note: unedited, fresh out out a rut. this is for like 4 people <3333

As if trailing behind his pregnant sister in the sands of Morocco going after more stupid treasure wasn’t bad enough, Rafe’s been feeling on the verge of throwing up for the past week. Ever since he made Barry bend him over the dock and fuck his pussy raw before taking the boat, actually.

He’d missed being high, and had only come to him for the boat at first. Then the sun bounced off his tacky sunglasses and his gold tooth, next thing Rafe knows he’s squirting into the open water below. There was the usual foreplay, biting words meant to goad him into getting his shit rocked. Glares that would eventually turn into glassy eyed vacant stares.

His favorite times are when he gets nose bleeds and a little red trail gushes from his face to drip down between Barry’s hairy balls.

Barry didn’t say anything about not using a condom, or checking to make sure Rafe had his birth control, he’s not the kinda guy that’s gonna pass up on creampieing a brat’s sloppy pussy.

Call it a desperate attempt to baby trap the only family either of y’all have left, if you’re not already pregnant yourself. Barry wonders when Rafe’s gonna circle around to that possibility, but he can wait, because he knows that once his dog catches your scent, there’s only so much time you can spend running.

It’s a small island, a lot of water you could drown in if you get the mind to wander off on your own and get caught in a trap. Maybe someone really does smell different when they’ve got a bun in the oven.

He was even more on edge because you weren’t talking to him or Barry, nah, you thought you were better than them or something and wanted to distance yourself from the treasure hunt mess. Which would be understandable if he wasn’t involved, but he is so you just need to get the fuck over it. Sofia’s just a cover, she’ll outlive her usefulness when Rafe stops being a coward.

Getting stabbed deep in his guts always feels better when you’re there to love on him, sucking his tits and softly pecking all over his face while he cries and gets snot all over in your hair. Barry likes it better that way too, his bitches playing together like the cute lil’ puppies he knows they can be.

So Rafe hobbles onto the boat with cum dripping down his legs and sets off, his mind fractured in a million different pieces, if he tried to put them together he knows the picture they’d make. One that gives him the same weird feeling that he’d get seeing Rose pin wooden ‘Live Laugh Love’ signs to the walls.

When he goes to bed that night, he replays every moment, every movement of Barry’s tongue as he spoke.

“Captain Barry at your service.”

Rafe grunts and rolls over in the rickety bed, cringing as the springs in the mattress groan under his weight. He snakes a hand into his pajama pants, fingers searching for his cock and flicking it. He wishes you were there to suck on it and slide your fingers into his hole, shushing him when he whines that it’s too much because you both know that Barry’s beat his pussy up more than you ever could.

He whimpers into his pillow, caressing his folds and squeezing his meaty thighs together. It’s always easier to reminisce when Barry’s rough, he has bruises and bite marks and cuts to trace and kill himself over and over in. When he’d left, Barry had held him so close that Rafe wasn’t sure that their bodies had ever been apart before then. Sticky wet heat against his groaning back, cauterizing the wounds that he doesn’t remember carrying anymore, the emptiness that outweighs the ache in his cunt.

“Shh.” Barry teased, digging his chin into Rafe’s shoulder, pummeling his fingers into the clutch of his sopping wet hole as he humped his ass. “You keep sayin’ you wanna act tough but you can’t even take being treated like a slut, you’re lucky i like seein’ you cry so much.”

He likes kissing it better afterwards too though, when Rafe’s far gone enough to be malleable and suggestible, pliant and turned in the direction of a better daddy. Barry’ll even make sure he has a sibling too, one that Rafe can’t ever disappoint because you already know where each of his cavities are and you dig into them, kiss after kiss.

“Think you’re gonna know what’s good for you when you can’t run off no more?”

He’s being cleaved open, Barry’s digging through his organs and throwing away the bits and pieces that don’t suit him anymore.

“Ngh- Please, i’m sorry- hurts, keep going, fuck-“ He was dripping onto the dock, mouth in an ‘O’ shape, a warm arm in between his thighs, it’s not enough anymore.

He needs to be bleeding, about to vomit, chunks of his arms and shoulders gnawed at.

Then when his pussy clenched and he was almost there, he’s empty again. The absence of something filling him lasted all of ten seconds until Barry shoved his cock in to replace his fingers, plugging him up. Rafe jerked and choked on his own spit, his eyes shot up to catch the shimmer in the water as the sunlight hit, nearly time for it to set.

Barry brought a hand up to play with his chest, “These tits are gonna get so full, baby boy, our girl and I are always gonna have to drain you dry when they get sore, huh?”

Rafe’s eyes rolled back on a moan, letting Barry’s thrusts send shockwaves up his body, jostling his flesh and causing slight jiggles. His tits already feel like hell all the damn time, Barry’s rough hands smack them around so often it feels weird when they’re left alone. He was gushing around the cock inside him, regretfully easing the slide.

“Yeah,” Barry gritted out as he sped up, clamping one sweaty hand around his throat and the other in the dip where his thigh melted into his hip. “Don’t need no ideas in your stupid fuckin’ head about being hot shit, just need a baby. Babies for my babies.”

Rafe couldn’t do shit but nod eagerly as he took it, awkwardly bent over, one misstep away from going in the water and half in pain but he’d never been this fucking wet in his life. Not with Topper, not with Kelce, not with Sofia, not with that bitch JJ (which was the only time someone has made him bleed more than Barry), not with-

He squeezed his eyes shut, replacing that one with the man who abuses his puffy pussy better. Barry clicked his tongue and took the hand on his hip off, stuffing those fingers down Rafe’s throat, he couldn’t afford letting Rafe set up another house in his own head, as inhospitable as it is.

Rafe moaned gratefully, filled from both ends and forced to quiet down how he secretly likes. He kept his hands off his cock which made Barry generous enough to touch it for him, rubbing tight circles on it as he tried to push his cock deeper into him, wanting to kiss his cervix and power through.

“Be a good bitch and come back, and we’ll go after her, yeah? Gonna bring her ass back so you’re not self concious when you start showin’ and shit-“ Barry cut himself off, holding Rafe’s throat so tight the other man chokes as Barry’s jizz flooded his used pussy.

“Yes, yes, want her, want to watch you knock her up too, oh my fucking god.” Rafe yelled and came again, or maybe it was the first time, he didn’t really remember so many dragonflies were buzzin’ in his skull. “Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.”

Barry made him stay in that position even when his orgasm happened later, making sure his cum could slosh around in his womb and create a cute lil’ baby. Bastard’s probably gonna be the most bloodthirsty infant in the hospital that day, but Barry sure hoped so, he knew damn well who he’d be locking down in every kinda way after all. Marriage vows don’t gotta be on paper to be binding in his humble opinion.

He got that across well enough, stroking his thumbs across Rafe’s top surgery scars when he tied him up on the boat. Petted his hair too because it’s just something he gets the itch to do on occasion, and bent Rafe’s legs far enough to fit his head between so he could bully his cock next. Barry slurped up the custom mix of his and his dog’s cum, groaning, bone deep and raggedly like hot coals were being stroked over his ribs. Making hollow melodic sounds, like windchimes with none of those fancy dangly bits attached.

“I know I can’t say shit about not killing, not anythin’ that would do any fuckin’ good, but watch it.” Barry said and fixed Rafe with a look that added a million different things to the conversation, more loose ends.

“This isn’t about that shit this time, I guess, I don't know. Whatever, all I give a fuck about is the treasure.”

“Don’t I know it. Well, maybe you’ll come back with coke dick again, maybe not. Just fuckin’ be a good bitch and come the fuck back, is all i’m sayin’. You get me?”

“Shit, yeah I get you, alright?”

“Don’t be a stranger, I don’t got nearly enough good quality chains for both you and her.”

His cock twitched and his mound almost throbbed down to the nerve endings at the image, but they both knew Rafe isn’t necessarily the stray dog to really worry about finding its way home. Rafe guessed he could sit on your face to calm you down if you end up actually needing the iron restraints, being smothered always helped settle him back into a stable mood, or uh, stable-ish. Several swipes of his cock through your taste buds and a few jabs at his puckered asshole and you’d be back to normal!

More sand blows in as Rafe plucks his nipples with his free hand, whining because it doesn’t feel the same, his touch isn’t mean enough like Barry’s or condescending enough like yours. He’s pathetic, sniffling into his shoulder and curling his fingers into his pussy, jackhammering away until he feels something other than loneliness. He really fuckin’ hopes Barry’s cum takes, not that he won’t immediately be back like a son who forgives his father, Rafe just wants a family.

He wants his belly to swell, ribbons gently tied around his wrists as you sink down on his wet strap, your belly just as round. Barry’d sit on the edge of the bed and watch you writhe against each other, both of y’all too knee deep into bottom behavior to do much more than hump and cry. He’d lean in, act like he’s gonna kiss ya, then laugh right in your face as he pulls back, only to give it y’all for real when you and Rafe get that same murdery look on your faces.

You have way too similar ones, probably Barry’s fault, but he reeled y’all in and let the hooks in your mouths stay there until they rusted, stuck.

He wants to whine and moan about how sore his tits are, to hear you and Barry coo meanly and take care of it. He wants to know that no matter what happens, there will always be this red string woven between the three of you, doused in gasoline and frayed at both edges but it’s there and like hell will Rafe just let either of you cut it loose. It’s the uncertainty of knowing if Barry will even be around when he gets back that makes him cum, spurting a sad little couple gulp’s worth of watery white fluid.

His hefty thighs bulge around his arm, keeping his hand down so far inside, he resolves to fall asleep filled like that even if he’ll be so uncomfortable he’d rather hop on JJ again to distract from the pain.

Barry forgot to tuck his plugs in his pockets for him so he didn’t think to bring them himself.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

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You don’t pay much attention to the game, opting to sip from your glass and check your recently manicured nails. 

The Truth or Dare game was starting to wind down, becoming boring the moment Rafe and his chaperones joined it, turning every dare into the same old repetitions of doing shots, smoking a blunt or making out.

You suppose creativity isn’t their best trait. 

The bottle spins, rotating to the point of almost falling over the edge of the table till it stops. The girl next to you elbows you for attention and only then do you lazily flicker your eyes to the empty beer bottle. 

You’re almost surprised that it lands on you. Especially when the other end of the bottle points towards a blonde boy. 

Rafe grumbles from his seat as you smile at Topper, knowing he was the most reasonable from the popular Kook trio. 

“Truth or dare?” 

“Dare.”

He nods, eyes flitting at Rafe for a brief second. 

“I dare you…” Topper starts, lips curling as he takes his time, and you almost roll your eyes when Kelce starts to drum roll on the table,

“...to kiss Rafe.” 

Suggestive whistles explode and this time, you go ahead and roll your eyes as a rosy-cheeked Rafe insults Topper. 

“You know what, maybe the truth is better.” you direct a malicious smile at Rafe, “I’d rather not get white powder on my lipstick.” 

Rafe glares murderously at you before drowning the content of his cup in one-go.

You shrug your shoulders, unbothered by his attitude.

You don’t really owe him any sympathy, you think as you watch him storm off, a pissed scowl on his face. 

Rafe doesn’t like you. Never has. Despite him never having spoken directly about his distaste for you, you’d always had a suspicion. 

But right now, with one of his hands viciously suffocating you while the other fumbles with the zipper of his pants, it becomes a certainty that Rafe indeed hates you.

“Think you’re better than me? Dumb bitch.” he growls into your face, ignoring your pathetic attempts to push him away from you,

“Walking around like you’re some goddess. Like you’re too good for me. Like I’m some dirt you stepped on.”

You choke on your own tears, Rafe’s heavy hand making it harder to breathe and you desperately push your nails into his forearm.

“Ra-Rafe, please…”

“Nahh, you’re no one, you get me? Just another Kook hole for me to destroy.” his blue eyes look dead as he presses his forehead against yours, his tight grip on your neck having dark spots dancing in your vision. 

“I’m gonna fuck the bratty attitude out of you. Teach you some manners since you have none.”