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[fallrafwe]

SO FUCKIN HOT

Breastfeeding!kink with husband!rafe 🫠🫠🫠

this has been on my mind since you sent it, nonnie😮‍💨🙏🏼

CW: smut! 18+ only! husband!rafe, breastfeeding kink, mommy/daddy kink, slightly sub!rafe, tit and nipple play, lap grinding, praise.

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you had just gotten you and rafe’s son down for bed, finally making your way back into your shared bedroom to find your husband.

“i’ve been thinkin…” rafe says as you quietly shut the bedroom door.

you turn, a smile on your face when you find him sat in the large bed, back against the headboard.

“what about?” you ask, slowly walking toward the bed.

rafe pushes himself up, turning in the bed so his feet hung off the side. he slowly rubs the palms of his hands up and down his sweatpant-clad thighs. he seems nervous, of what? you’re not sure, but you know your husband, and whatever’s on his mind has him nervous.

“i- i uh.. i was thinkin- fuck, this is harder than i thought.”

you smile softly, moving to stand between his parted legs. “c’mon baby, you know you can ask me anything, tell me anything.” you reassure him.

his gaze moves down to your chest, a fire burning in his blue eyes as he drinks in your swollen, milk filled tits. your face heats up as you run run your fingers through his messy hair, pulling his attention away from your tits and back on your face. his blue eyes have darkened, causing a pool of arousal to soak your thin, silk sleep shorts.

“i.. well i wanna suck on your titties mama. i miss havin’ them in my mouth, and i- fuck.. what i’m trying to say is, i want you to.. to feed me.”

your lips part, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. rafe has always joked about drinking your breast milk, but he’s not done it yet. you know it’s completely normal to be curious what breast milk tastes like, or to wanna drink it because it is good for you, but hearing rafe ask you to feed him? it has your knees turning into jello and your pussy throbbing at the thought.

“you.. you wanna breastfeed?” you ask him, your fingers tangling into his messy hair, pulling just a bit to force his eyes back on yours.

rafe’s lips curve slightly at the corners, “fuck yeah i do, i think it’d be so hot, don’t you mama?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes searching his for any hint of sarcasm, but you see nothing but fire, lust and truth behind his bright blue eyes.

“if that’s what you want, daddy, then i’m fine with it.”

rafe’s smile grows, his large hands gripping at your thighs and pulling you closer into him. he runs his hands up your thighs slowly, reaching the hem of your tank top. he pulls the tight material up and over your head, exposing your bare chest. his eyes heat up as they scan your chest, and his dick twitches in his sweats when your nipples harden.

“fuck, mama, i fuckin’ love these tits.” he groans, his hands reaching up to palm both breasts.

he lightly squeezes at them, pinching your nipples between his fingers and rolling them around, causing you to hiss in a breath. you’re so full, and it kind of hurts, but you can’t deny the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight through your body, making your already soaked pussy throb.

“c’mere mama, sit in my lap.”

you quickly obey, climbing into your husbands lap, straddling him. rafe turns his body on the bed, his hands on your ass and keeping you in place so you move with him.

he gently grabs your tits again, softly kneading them in his hands, loving the sweet sounds that flow freely from your lips as he does.

“rafe… please?” you beg, wanting— no needing — to feel his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipples.

“my wife is so needy, yeah? want me to suck on these pretty nipples, drink mommy’s milk?”

“pl-ease.” you whimper.

“whatever you want, sweetheart.”

a loud moan escapes you when rafe’s tongue flicks at your nipple. he lets out a slow breath, his cock twitching underneath you. “fuck, grind on my lap, mama. please.” rafe begs.

you have no issue giving him what he wants. you begin moving your hips against his lap, the soaked material of your shorts rubbing against his hard cock through his sweatpants.

he groans, dipping his head down and flicking his tongue against your nipples again before finally sucking the right one into his mouth. you moan, throwing your head back as rafe continues to suck on your nipple.

he sucks and licks, loving the way you sound and how your hips sloppily grind against his covered cock while he drinks the milk from your tits. releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop, his heated blue eyes find yours again.

“tastes so fucking good, mama. fuckin’ obsessed with everything about you.”

your fingers find his hair again, tugging at it when he reattaches his lips to your left nipple this time. you grind your pussy against his dick harder, loving the way it feels as he sucks on your nipples, drinking your milk. you never thought this would be something you’re into, but rafe has proved he can easily make you love anything.

his dick twitches underneath you and he groans, sucking harder. his eyes are squeezed shut, his fingers harshly digging into your hips as he cums, making a mess of his boxers and sweats.

rafe continue to suck on your nipples, switching back and forth between both sides before he finally releases them from his lips. his heavy breathing fills the large bedroom, his heavy eyes on yours as a smile forms on his lips.

“thank you, mama. i fuckin’ love you.” he groans before sucking your right nipple back into his mouth, drinking more of your milk.

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[fallrafwe]

i LOVE THIS

Trying this again since link didn’t work🫶🏻

P! Link this was inspired by😌: https://twitter.com/lilayura_/status/1723131249324171400?s=46&t=fLXiXk2nW8WPhuZDNsKA1g

Bully!Rafe punishing reader like this after she smarts off to him at Top’s party in front of everyone. Just going absolutely feral having her at his complete mercy. Spanking her ass, taunting her with the most evil degrading shit, and torturing her until she’s brain dead mush under him🫠 and then sending a video to everyone at the party to show them how much she really hates him😌

•°. *࿐ HUMILIATE YOU LIKE YOU HUMILIATED ME

you ate with this link, I’ve been drooling over it 🫠 ALSO im tipsy as fuck rn so I apologize in advanced if this is complete ass 😭

pairings: bully!rafe x reader

warnings: use of vibrator, mentions of bondage, mentions of overstimulation, degradation, mentions of video recording, 18+ mdni

you were trying to have fun and enjoy Topper's party but were fed up with Rafe and his nasty comments. you've never been the type to talk back, always taking insults with a grain of salt but you were at your breaking point, especially when you've done nothing to deserve the way he's been treating you.

if you knew smart-mouthing him would lead you to where you are now, you would've kept your mouth shut.

"this is what happens when you wanna fuckin' disrespect and embarrass me in front of everyone" he gritted his teeth, earning a yelp from you when his hand roughly landed on your ass.

"p-please" you squirmed under him, your wrists and ankles burning from harshly tugging at the binds that held them together. "p-please" rafe mimics, increasing the setting on the magic wand that was held to your clit.

"sluts like you need to learn their fuckin' place" he snorted, pulling your panties to the side, pushing the vibrator further onto your clit.

your mascara stained your face from your tears, "Rafe, 'm sorry!".

"sorry isn't enough, you can keep acting all big and tough but everyone will know how much of a whore you are" he chuckles, enjoying every single whimper and moan that he pulls from you.

your cunt clenches around nothing from his words, the pressure against your sensitive, puffy clit becoming too much.

“your mouth says you hate me but your cunt say otherwise, you’re practically fuckin’ dripping” Rafe snorts, “gonna show everyone how wet you’re getting f’me without even touching you”.

“humiliate you just like how you humiliated me” he spat, his large, calloused hand pulling your ass cheeks apart, pressing the vibrator further against your pussy, "but i know a slut like you would enjoy that, huh? bet you enjoy being nothin’ but a hole to fuck”.

"r-rafe" you sob out, your tears blurring your vision, "that's right, lemme hear you begging f'me to stop" he grins, holding your hips down when they buck against the vibrator.

your eyes roll back, words slurring as you cum again for the fifth time and you're begging for him to stop, "i can't" you hiccup. "you can't or you won't? either way, it doesn't matter, 'm not stoppin' till you've learned you're fuckin' lesson" Rafe scoffed.

Rafe's hand comes down on your ass once again, "i don't give a shit if you're crying for me to stop, you're gonna keep takin' what i give you until you pass out for all i fuckin' care".

"if you know what's best for you, you'd keep your whore mouth shut and take it or so fuckin' help me, i'll shove my cock so far down your throat to shut you up, yeah?" he threatens.

Rafe smirked, knowing you had no choice but to take it, your pussy throbbing and you could barely form words, drool spilling out of your mouth and onto the sheets as your legs shook from being overstimulated.

your brain felt fuzzy, turning into mush as you cum once again, you failed to realize he was recording the entire time, "shit, look at how fuckin' pretty she is when she's nothing but a drooling, cock hungry whore f'me".

Rafe saved the video, airdropping it to everyone at the party before tossing his phone onto the mattress, fingers spreading your pussy open before pushing them into your tight, wet hole.

tagging: @oceandriveab @babygorewhore @drudyslut @nemesyaaa @rafesthroatbaby @annoyingassleo @fae-of-prey @bunnyrafe @xxbimbobunnyxx @sturnioloshacker @redhead1180 @shawtycoreee @drewstarkeys-world @starkeyisthelastname @heartsforvin @usergeta @rafeinterlude @rafecameroninterlude @kisses4angel @hallecarey1 @eddieslut69 @hyperfixationgirl @starkeysheart @blckbrrybasket @flvredcas

[fallrafwe]

yalll can anybody send some requests in? bored in bed and writers block kind of gets to me 😊

[fallrafwe]

TOP 5 FAV RAFE LOOKS

oh my godddd i love you for asking me this anon!! just to clarify real quick; these are my five top fav looks, not in order <3

starting strong at number one: he just looks so frat daddy here i love it

number two: it’s actually a crime that no one talks about how good he looked with wet spiky hair

number three: sedate me rn.

number four: s1 bully!rafe.. enough said

and last but not least: s2 greasy bangs psychotic rafe is in my heart forever

[fallrafwe]

hi guys

,,OBSESSED”

a/n: this is based off a request 😍🥰 also i might’ve put some parts that were inspired when drew was in a short film called up the hill 🤷 sorry for taking days to write this im having hard times and i struggle writing sometimes

warnings: dark!rafe, strong language, NONCON, piv, unprotected sex, baby trapping, choking, hair pulling, fake orgasm, cream pie, fingering, edging/orgasm denial

summary: dark!rafe and pogue!reader never truly get along so rafe decides to teach her a lesson

After meeting Rafe for the first time, he started talking to you all the time, you met him at a party, but you have no idea why he seemed to like you, you were a Pogue and working two jobs. Making time for him was the hardest thing to do, two different schedules everyday. He always insults you about not making time for him, manipulating you or gaslighting you, even going as far as to hurt you if you didn’t take a day off, he wouldn’t even care if it got you fired, whatever he wanted, he would get, he made sure of it, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Coercing you to have sex with him was always a common thing, and you couldn’t even care anymore. You did it just so he would leave you alone. He could ask you to do it somewhere, and even if you weren’t in the mood, you would do it anyways. Today though, it was a bit different. Rafe had knocked on your door on your day off, “Rafe? What the hell are you doing here?” you asked. He didn’t respond, just bumping your shoulder as he walked in. You scoffed at his carelessness, “Okay, Rafe, you can’t just fucking walk in here whenever the hell you want!” you yelled, closing the door and going after him as he headed for the kitchen.

He caught you by surprise when he turned around, and grabbed your wrist. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that, drop the fuckin’ attitude.” He said, glaring into your eyes as he towered over you. The height difference made you intimated, as well as his tight grip. “Okay. Can you please just get the fuck out?” You said, trying your best not to say anything too bad, but still wanting him to leave. He shook his head and shoved you against the wall, your front facing the wall. He brought your arm to your back and pulled it to the side, making you shout in pain, “Ow, ow, Rafe! Stop!” you yelled the best you could, your face being squished against the wall.

“You’re a fuckin’ Pogue, so learn your place, yeah? Y’need some dick in you to learn?” He laughed quietly as you struggled beneath him. You writhed as you eventually worked up the courage to bring your foot up and kick him, making him fall back slightly. He exhaled as you ran to the front door, staying there before you pulled out your phone, “Get the fuck out, or I’m calling the cops, Rafe! I’m not joking!” you screamed. Each time he took a step, you turned away from him with caution, making sure he didn’t leave your view. He nodded, “Call the cops and see what happens.”

His hand twisted the door knob, opening the door and walking out. How could he make a threat right before he left? Rafe was a fucking psychopath and you should’ve known that right when you met him. You took a deep breath in relief, running over to the door to lock it. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, that was your worst interaction with Rafe yet, and you didn’t know what to expect next, but you didn’t wanna be near him to find out.

So you didn’t go near him, you ignored his texts, his calls, and not once had he come to your house. You were at the point of relaxation, not caring what he had to say to you, he was not one of your priorities. You could work without having him beg you to take off, try to hurt you or manipulate you. For once in your life, you felt free from the grasp he had on you. He was obsessed over you, sometimes it felt like you had more control over him, but you knew that was never true. Rafe would do anything for you to stay with him, for you to hook up with him, and today proved it.

Three huge bangs came from your front door, the sound reminded you of knocking, but with the side of somebody’s fist. The loud thudding didn’t stop til you answered the door, and there you saw Rafe standing in front of you. Your jaw was dropped, but that’s how both of you were on the couch, you straddling his lap and kissing him passionately. His tongue was fighting yours, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel his bulge pressing into your clit, you felt disgusted but continued anyways. A hand traveled up your waist, resting on your tit, you felt it squeeze which made you take your mouth off his. “Rafe, look, I’m not in the mood, okay?” You breathed heavily as he stared into your eyes, he took his other hand and pushed your head against his, continuing to make out with you.

His hand went up higher, eventually resting on your throat. You felt him lightly squeeze, you brought your hand to his and led his hand to your cheek, letting it rest there instead. You guys continued to make out until he took his hand and placed it on your throat once more, you pulled out of the kiss to tell him to stop. Once you did, his grip tightened. “What are you doing? Stop!” You said, trying your best to pull his hand off. His dark, blue eyes stared into your eyes, and this was one of the many times you truly felt scared of him. “What? Can’t breathe?” He asked, tilting his head sideways barely as he looked at you struggle, it felt like your airway was closing in on you, and it practically was. “Rafe— Rafe, stop.” You managed to get out, your hands clawing at his, it only made him squeeze tighter.

“Stand up.” He said, the demanding tone could be heard in his voice. You could barely hear him, everything was like ringing in your ears. A quick slap brought you back, and you could feel a hand being taken off your throat. You were shoved off his lap, falling on the floor then standing up quickly. His presence made you quake as he turned you around and led you to a table, one hand forced your head down as he worked his belt with his free hand, the belt was then used to tie your wrists together, acting as a pair of handcuffs. The fact he did this with ease made you wonder how he could do it, did he practice with others? Has he done this before? That was something you never doubted. The fabrics rustling made you sob.

“Rafe, stop, please!” you yelled. His response was almost immediate, “Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna hear y’talk unless it’s those sweet noises, yeah?” he said carelessly. The whole interaction had you scared shitless, how rough was he gonna be? Was he gonna hold back? Was he gonna do anything else? It had your heart beating through your ears, anticipating his next move. The feeling of his tip rushing through your entrance made you cry out in pain, the burning sensation of him stretching you out made you want to die. It took no time for him to start plowing into you, his hand starting to grip your hair tightly, pulling your head back. “Fuck, this pussy s’fucking sweet, just f’me,” the way he slurred his words made you think he was pussy drunk already.

The burning sensation had you sobbing, tears staining your cheek as they dropped down onto the wooden table. His thrusting only got more aggressive, the way he moved made you so uncomfortable, and the way he did this without giving it a second thought, you knew he took things far, but not this far. Your only option to escape was to fake your release, just to make him stop, since he always wore a condom, it made this even worse. Moans filled the air, but you weren’t thinking straight, so you weren’t able to distinguish if they were real or fake, it felt like every time he thrusted he was hitting your cervix, which could explain the desperate moans as he continued. “Yeah? Y’like the way I fuck your pussy, huh? Such a fuckin’ slut, just for me, too.”

Wetness burned through your pussy, beating you at your own game. Realizing you liked this made you sick, so you didn’t wanna have an orgasm, or else you would feel even more pathetic than you already felt. Your pussy pulsated around his cock, making him groan, his grip on your hair only getting tighter. At this point, he was recklessly pounding into you, the only thing that mattered to him right now was his pleasure, partially yours too, his ego was too big, so if you came because of him, it only boosted it more, knowing how good his sex game was. “You gonna fuckin’ cum on my cock, hm?” He asked, you nodded, knowing you were lying. Your movements were practically forced by yourself, and you expected him to not know.

Rafe’s cock twitched in your pussy as it squeezed around him, pulling him in. He let loose of your hair, putting both of his hands on your waist and gripping. “S’fucking close, gonna cum in you.” All of a sudden, everything you were doing was ceased. You felt a pit in your stomach, “What?” you asked, and you only did so because you thought Rafe was joking, you thought he was gonna play it off as a joke, that was exactly what you were hoping for. “You heard me.” He said, giving you more thrusts before eventually letting his cum fill you, riding out his orgasm in your pussy. Your eyes were squeezed tight, “Rafe, Rafe, what the fuck did you do?” you whispered. You felt him pull out, the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of your entrance. “You didn’t wanna follow what the fuck I say, I’m not gonna follow what you say. If you just— just fucking listened to me, I wouldn’t have done that.”

His hands pulled you up, turning you around so your back was on the table, you felt his hands feeling around your body. His head leaned in towards your neck as his left hand cupped your cunt, “I know you didn’t cum. So you’ll give me as many as I want, alright?” his boxers and pants were already pulled up, making you glad. Thoughts were already racing about what you were gonna do about it, his words made your body shiver. Tears filled your waterline as he started fingering you with both his ring finger and middle finger, his fingers were curling up, hitting your g-spot. A moan slipped out of your lips as he worked his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in closer, boosting his ego was the last thing you wanted to do, but it felt so good, you needed more. He was pushing his cum back inside you as he moved in and out, tears running to the sides of your face.

You were right on the edge, recognized by your squeamish body movements and loud, pornographic moans. Rafe pulled his fingers out, a loud gasp escaping your lips, you tugged on his hand with one of your own, “You want me to keep going ?” he asked. Your head nodded, “Okay. Tell me you’ll keep the baby.” he said, without any emotion at all. You were unsure, and you didn’t want a baby, but it was Rafe. He was a fucking psychopath and you already knew if you tried to get rid of it anyways that he would do insane things, he’ll ruin you for life. He could tell you were hesitant about saying it, hell, you were hesitant about even seeing him again after this, but he would force his way into your life anyways. However, during sex you acted like a completely different person, so your subconscious answered for you, “Fuck, okay.”

Even if you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smirking as he dipped his fingers back into your aching cunt that was already painted with his cum. Your head kept nodding as he kept going, you were lost in a state of pleasure, the way he pressures his fingers against your g-spot made you think you were going insane. His hand moved faster and faster until you let loose all over his fingers, moaning loudly as he let you ride your orgasm out. Your arousal was evident when he pulled his fingers out, “Was crying f’me to stop, now look at you.” he said, laughing softly. He looked at you and shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Your tongue instinctively sucked on them, he grabbed your jaw as you did, “I’m staying here with you, every fuckin’ night. You’re keeping that fucking baby.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took his hand off your jaw.

The way he talked to you like you were a dog who had to follow their owners every command scared you, he was only doing that so he wouldn’t leave you, but maybe that was what you wanted. You wanted him to force you into doing everything you didn’t want, you needed him in your life, or maybe it was due to all of his gaslighting and manipulating to think that he was all you needed. It wasn’t though, you just needed to be away from him.

[fallrafwe]

,,OBSESSED”

a/n: this is based off a request 😍🥰 also i might’ve put some parts that were inspired when drew was in a short film called up the hill 🤷 sorry for taking days to write this im having hard times and i struggle writing sometimes

warnings: dark!rafe, strong language, NONCON, piv, unprotected sex, baby trapping, choking, hair pulling, fake orgasm, cream pie, fingering, edging/orgasm denial

summary: dark!rafe and pogue!reader never truly get along so rafe decides to teach her a lesson

After meeting Rafe for the first time, he started talking to you all the time, you met him at a party, but you have no idea why he seemed to like you, you were a Pogue and working two jobs. Making time for him was the hardest thing to do, two different schedules everyday. He always insults you about not making time for him, manipulating you or gaslighting you, even going as far as to hurt you if you didn’t take a day off, he wouldn’t even care if it got you fired, whatever he wanted, he would get, he made sure of it, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Coercing you to have sex with him was always a common thing, and you couldn’t even care anymore. You did it just so he would leave you alone. He could ask you to do it somewhere, and even if you weren’t in the mood, you would do it anyways. Today though, it was a bit different. Rafe had knocked on your door on your day off, “Rafe? What the hell are you doing here?” you asked. He didn’t respond, just bumping your shoulder as he walked in. You scoffed at his carelessness, “Okay, Rafe, you can’t just fucking walk in here whenever the hell you want!” you yelled, closing the door and going after him as he headed for the kitchen.

He caught you by surprise when he turned around, and grabbed your wrist. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that, drop the fuckin’ attitude.” He said, glaring into your eyes as he towered over you. The height difference made you intimated, as well as his tight grip. “Okay. Can you please just get the fuck out?” You said, trying your best not to say anything too bad, but still wanting him to leave. He shook his head and shoved you against the wall, your front facing the wall. He brought your arm to your back and pulled it to the side, making you shout in pain, “Ow, ow, Rafe! Stop!” you yelled the best you could, your face being squished against the wall.

“You’re a fuckin’ Pogue, so learn your place, yeah? Y’need some dick in you to learn?” He laughed quietly as you struggled beneath him. You writhed as you eventually worked up the courage to bring your foot up and kick him, making him fall back slightly. He exhaled as you ran to the front door, staying there before you pulled out your phone, “Get the fuck out, or I’m calling the cops, Rafe! I’m not joking!” you screamed. Each time he took a step, you turned away from him with caution, making sure he didn’t leave your view. He nodded, “Call the cops and see what happens.”

His hand twisted the door knob, opening the door and walking out. How could he make a threat right before he left? Rafe was a fucking psychopath and you should’ve known that right when you met him. You took a deep breath in relief, running over to the door to lock it. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, that was your worst interaction with Rafe yet, and you didn’t know what to expect next, but you didn’t wanna be near him to find out.

So you didn’t go near him, you ignored his texts, his calls, and not once had he come to your house. You were at the point of relaxation, not caring what he had to say to you, he was not one of your priorities. You could work without having him beg you to take off, try to hurt you or manipulate you. For once in your life, you felt free from the grasp he had on you. He was obsessed over you, sometimes it felt like you had more control over him, but you knew that was never true. Rafe would do anything for you to stay with him, for you to hook up with him, and today proved it.

Three huge bangs came from your front door, the sound reminded you of knocking, but with the side of somebody’s fist. The loud thudding didn’t stop til you answered the door, and there you saw Rafe standing in front of you. Your jaw was dropped, but that’s how both of you were on the couch, you straddling his lap and kissing him passionately. His tongue was fighting yours, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel his bulge pressing into your clit, you felt disgusted but continued anyways. A hand traveled up your waist, resting on your tit, you felt it squeeze which made you take your mouth off his. “Rafe, look, I’m not in the mood, okay?” You breathed heavily as he stared into your eyes, he took his other hand and pushed your head against his, continuing to make out with you.

His hand went up higher, eventually resting on your throat. You felt him lightly squeeze, you brought your hand to his and led his hand to your cheek, letting it rest there instead. You guys continued to make out until he took his hand and placed it on your throat once more, you pulled out of the kiss to tell him to stop. Once you did, his grip tightened. “What are you doing? Stop!” You said, trying your best to pull his hand off. His dark, blue eyes stared into your eyes, and this was one of the many times you truly felt scared of him. “What? Can’t breathe?” He asked, tilting his head sideways barely as he looked at you struggle, it felt like your airway was closing in on you, and it practically was. “Rafe— Rafe, stop.” You managed to get out, your hands clawing at his, it only made him squeeze tighter.

“Stand up.” He said, the demanding tone could be heard in his voice. You could barely hear him, everything was like ringing in your ears. A quick slap brought you back, and you could feel a hand being taken off your throat. You were shoved off his lap, falling on the floor then standing up quickly. His presence made you quake as he turned you around and led you to a table, one hand forced your head down as he worked his belt with his free hand, the belt was then used to tie your wrists together, acting as a pair of handcuffs. The fact he did this with ease made you wonder how he could do it, did he practice with others? Has he done this before? That was something you never doubted. The fabrics rustling made you sob.

“Rafe, stop, please!” you yelled. His response was almost immediate, “Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna hear y’talk unless it’s those sweet noises, yeah?” he said carelessly. The whole interaction had you scared shitless, how rough was he gonna be? Was he gonna hold back? Was he gonna do anything else? It had your heart beating through your ears, anticipating his next move. The feeling of his tip rushing through your entrance made you cry out in pain, the burning sensation of him stretching you out made you want to die. It took no time for him to start plowing into you, his hand starting to grip your hair tightly, pulling your head back. “Fuck, this pussy s’fucking sweet, just f’me,” the way he slurred his words made you think he was pussy drunk already.

The burning sensation had you sobbing, tears staining your cheek as they dropped down onto the wooden table. His thrusting only got more aggressive, the way he moved made you so uncomfortable, and the way he did this without giving it a second thought, you knew he took things far, but not this far. Your only option to escape was to fake your release, just to make him stop, since he always wore a condom, it made this even worse. Moans filled the air, but you weren’t thinking straight, so you weren’t able to distinguish if they were real or fake, it felt like every time he thrusted he was hitting your cervix, which could explain the desperate moans as he continued. “Yeah? Y’like the way I fuck your pussy, huh? Such a fuckin’ slut, just for me, too.”

Wetness burned through your pussy, beating you at your own game. Realizing you liked this made you sick, so you didn’t wanna have an orgasm, or else you would feel even more pathetic than you already felt. Your pussy pulsated around his cock, making him groan, his grip on your hair only getting tighter. At this point, he was recklessly pounding into you, the only thing that mattered to him right now was his pleasure, partially yours too, his ego was too big, so if you came because of him, it only boosted it more, knowing how good his sex game was. “You gonna fuckin’ cum on my cock, hm?” He asked, you nodded, knowing you were lying. Your movements were practically forced by yourself, and you expected him to not know.

Rafe’s cock twitched in your pussy as it squeezed around him, pulling him in. He let loose of your hair, putting both of his hands on your waist and gripping. “S’fucking close, gonna cum in you.” All of a sudden, everything you were doing was ceased. You felt a pit in your stomach, “What?” you asked, and you only did so because you thought Rafe was joking, you thought he was gonna play it off as a joke, that was exactly what you were hoping for. “You heard me.” He said, giving you more thrusts before eventually letting his cum fill you, riding out his orgasm in your pussy. Your eyes were squeezed tight, “Rafe, Rafe, what the fuck did you do?” you whispered. You felt him pull out, the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of your entrance. “You didn’t wanna follow what the fuck I say, I’m not gonna follow what you say. If you just— just fucking listened to me, I wouldn’t have done that.”

His hands pulled you up, turning you around so your back was on the table, you felt his hands feeling around your body. His head leaned in towards your neck as his left hand cupped your cunt, “I know you didn’t cum. So you’ll give me as many as I want, alright?” his boxers and pants were already pulled up, making you glad. Thoughts were already racing about what you were gonna do about it, his words made your body shiver. Tears filled your waterline as he started fingering you with both his ring finger and middle finger, his fingers were curling up, hitting your g-spot. A moan slipped out of your lips as he worked his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in closer, boosting his ego was the last thing you wanted to do, but it felt so good, you needed more. He was pushing his cum back inside you as he moved in and out, tears running to the sides of your face.

You were right on the edge, recognized by your squeamish body movements and loud, pornographic moans. Rafe pulled his fingers out, a loud gasp escaping your lips, you tugged on his hand with one of your own, “You want me to keep going ?” he asked. Your head nodded, “Okay. Tell me you’ll keep the baby.” he said, without any emotion at all. You were unsure, and you didn’t want a baby, but it was Rafe. He was a fucking psychopath and you already knew if you tried to get rid of it anyways that he would do insane things, he’ll ruin you for life. He could tell you were hesitant about saying it, hell, you were hesitant about even seeing him again after this, but he would force his way into your life anyways. However, during sex you acted like a completely different person, so your subconscious answered for you, “Fuck, okay.”

Even if you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smirking as he dipped his fingers back into your aching cunt that was already painted with his cum. Your head kept nodding as he kept going, you were lost in a state of pleasure, the way he pressures his fingers against your g-spot made you think you were going insane. His hand moved faster and faster until you let loose all over his fingers, moaning loudly as he let you ride your orgasm out. Your arousal was evident when he pulled his fingers out, “Was crying f’me to stop, now look at you.” he said, laughing softly. He looked at you and shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Your tongue instinctively sucked on them, he grabbed your jaw as you did, “I’m staying here with you, every fuckin’ night. You’re keeping that fucking baby.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took his hand off your jaw.

The way he talked to you like you were a dog who had to follow their owners every command scared you, he was only doing that so he wouldn’t leave you, but maybe that was what you wanted. You wanted him to force you into doing everything you didn’t want, you needed him in your life, or maybe it was due to all of his gaslighting and manipulating to think that he was all you needed. It wasn’t though, you just needed to be away from him.

[fallrafwe]

GIRL DARK TATE WOULD EATTT

OKAYYYY DEFO WILL WRITE IT

ALSO THINKING ABT WRITING WRESTLER!RAFE, IT’S ALREADY WRITTEN A LITTLE LIKE 3 PARAGRAPHS JUST NEED TO WRITE MORE

[fallrafwe]

also to whoever wrote the dark!rafe babytrapping reader request, WRITING IT RN it has just taken me a long time

[fallrafwe]

Would u ever right a dark ahs fic?

would i ever??? OFC. i was thinking on working on a tate one as soon as i finish season 1

[fallrafwe]

LITERALLY. just started watching ahs and i’m obsessed

they're actually my everything

[fallrafwe]

i need rafe or trevor, or drew in general 🤤 he doesn’t age either

thinking thots after i saw this… p!link 18+ ONLY!

CW: public sex, unprotected piv, slight ass slapping.

“rafe.. someone could see.”

rafe ignores you, instead telling you to scoot forward more. you do as he says, scooting your way up on the jetski seat, your tits being smushed in your life jacket from being pressed against the front of the jetski.

he slides your bikini bottoms to the side, running two fingers through your slick folds. “for someone who’s afraid of being caught, you sure are soaked.”

you whimper, swaying your ass side to side. rafe removes his fingers from your slick folds, slightly lifting his ass off the seat and sliding his swim trunks down his legs, letting his hard cock spring free. he grips his dick in one hand, stroking himself a few times before he uses his free hand to grip your hip, sliding himself forward and pulling you down onto him.

his cock fills you instantly, no foreplay, no warning. you gasp loudly when his swollen tip nudges at your g-spot.

“f-uck.” you moan, wiggling your ass against his hips to try and create the friction you desperately craved.

rafe’s hand slaps at your ass, “go on, fuck yourself on my cock baby.”

you begin bouncing yourself up and down his length, the sound of the idling engine and your moans fill the air around you. you look around, praying a boat or another jetski doesn’t come by the two of you. rafe slaps at your ass again, “stop worryin’ so much.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, listening to his command to stop worrying and putting your focus on how good his cock felt buried deep inside you. you bounce yourself on him faster, harder, feeling the band in your belly tightening before stars explode behind your eyes. you come undone around him, his name on your lips as you keep up the pace of your movements, trying to help him reach his own high.

rafe places both hands on your hips, using them to steady himself as he fucks up into you, pulling you down to meet each of his brutal thrusts. he cums deep inside you, slowly pulling himself out and covering your pussy back up with your bikini bottoms before pulling up his swim trunks.

he places a kiss on your shoulder. “needed that, love you.”

😵‍💫 the things i’d do for that man is insane.

[fallrafwe]

plssss 😢😢😢

,,THE PURGE”

a/n: this was based off a really good request 😝 working on another request too btw

warnings: dark!rafe, manipulation, NONCON/DUBCON, hair pulling, choking, threatening, knife play, carving initial into readers skin, strong language, piv, unprotected sex

summary: the purge happens but you don’t have enough time to find shelter, then rafe comes across you

As the sirens blared, you started freaking out. Your hand travelled to your pocket, pulling out your phone, you had no idea who to call or who to text, everything was going to shit already. The only reason you were outside is because your own family tricked you into going, they said they needed you to grab something, and once you were completely outside, they locked the door.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest, head moving in every direction, eventually towards an alleyway. You sprinted towards it, hiding besides the dumpsters that were against the wall, you were too busy looking over the dumpsters to hear or see somebody approaching you from behind, but eventually you heard them, and turned your head to the side almost immediately. A scream fell from your lips instinctively, but never got out because the person slapped a hand over your mouth and on the back of your head.

He started whispering to you as soon as your voice fell silent, “I’m gonna take my hand off, and you’re not gonna do anything, okay?” you nodded slowly as both of his hands retreated. “You know me, it’s Rafe, m’gonna help you, but you have to trust me.” He reassured you, and it’s not like you had anywhere else to go. You mouthed the word okay, and he took your hand and started leading you somewhere, he was very cautious with his movements, monitoring everywhere you guys walked upon, your ears rang with gunshots, and it disturbed you.

Rafe was taking you to a small house situated near Tanneyhill, you could tell it was freshly built, it was roughly the size of John B’s house. He let your hand go as soon as he reached the door, his hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out a key. The key slipped into the lock on the doors handle, twisting. A click could be heard as he turned the door knob, opening it, the door starting to creek quietly. You both entered, Rafe staying back by the door to close it and lock it. Curiosity filled your head, wondering where the rest of his family was. Your eyes were done searching everywhere, eventually turning your head to him to ask your question.

When you turned your head, you were met with a knife pressed roughly to your throat. “Y’know, you were dumb enough to trust me before this, and you’re still dumb enough to trust me now?” He was towering over you, the knife wanting to cut you.

He tutted as your eyes grew wider, “Now, you can’t do shit. Nobody is gonna help you, and if you try anything, I’ll leave you out there to die, or I’ll kill you myself. Got it?” He questioned, but your response wasn’t fast enough for him, causing him to take his other hand and pull your hair back.

“I’ll slit your throat, don’t think I won’t, so fuckin’ answer me.” You nodded the best you could, his hand restricting your head movements. He let your hair go, causing you to fall back a little, the force disappearing from your neck, you held the spot where the knife was forcefully placed, still getting used to the feeling without it. Rafe grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, then moving his hand to the back of your neck. Every time he stepped, you stepped with him.

You had no idea what to look for, but you realized he was guiding you into a room, presumably a safe room. He shoved you in, then turned around, closing the metal door and locking it. You knew you were naive, but you didn’t know this was how naive you are, your heart was racing, what was he gonna do to you? Was it gonna be bad? Well, obviously it’s gonna be bad, it’s the Purge. You were near the end of a bed when Rafe started slowly approaching you, natural instincts made you back up, eventually reaching the foot of the bed.

His hand rushed to your throat, grasping it tightly. “In what world, made you think I wanted to help you, hm?” He asked, the knife still equipped in his free hand. It was pressing against your leg, sliding against your skin and cutting it, he raised the knife in his hand and looked at it, then going back to you. Your eyes were begging for him to let go, your own hands clawing at his. The metallic object was now tracing over your thin strapped tank top, threatening to cut a strap.

The knife cut the strap with a little more pressure, making the left side of your tank top reveal your bra slightly. Your breathing became more shallow, you could feel yourself giving out, but just in time, Rafe let go of your throat. Since you weren’t used to your whole body weight being put in your own hands for a few minutes, you fell towards Rafe. He put one of his hands on your shoulder, steadying you, then swiftly pushing you on the bed. You fell backwards, a gasp slipping off your tongue, but you quickly caught yourself with your arms.

“Just be quiet, you don’t want anybody else to hear us, or else it’ll be them doing things to you, yeah?” He whispered to you, unbuckling his belt and throwing it on the floor. Tears welled up in your eyes, dropping down every once in a while, the bed dipped down with weight as he grabbed your legs and pulled your towards him, his bulge pressing against. The sudden pressure on your clit made you moan quietly, making Rafe smirk. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down, eventually pulling them all the way off once they made their way to your ankles.

Your white lacy panties were then revealed, a slight dark gray spot showing, stained with your arousal. Rafe traced his thumb on your clit, making you groan in pleasure, “Shit, wet f’me in a life or death situation?” he laughed lowly. He pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to reveal his twitching cock, leaking with pre-cum. His hand traced the sides of your panties, making you whine in a moment of neediness. He put them to the side to reveal your aching pussy, dripping in your natural wetness. The occasional screaming and crashing outside distracting you.

He took his dick in one hand and traced it up and down your cunt, his other hand occupied with the knife. After deciding it was enough, he slid inside you, your pussy was tightening around his cock, making him groan at your pulsating walls. You moaned a bit loud, making Rafe shove his fingers in your mouth, a gag coming from you. “Be fuckin’ quiet, if people come in here, you’re the first one coming out that door.” He said, glaring down at you. Your hand came to his, your mouth swirling around his fingers. He groaned at the sight, thrusting inside of you, speeding up the pace. Your legs spread wider, a way for him to gain more access.

Rafe smirked at the sight of you under him, just begging with your body language for more. Eventually, he got the best angle, and you loved it, his tip kissed your g-spot, making you hum against his fingers to suppress your moans. Even though you were forced into doing this, it made you feel filthy even if it seemed like you like it, you were getting dicked down by Rafe, during the Purge, and you hated it even though it made you feel so good.

The knife started tracing the skin of your stomach, making you flinch in surprise, the knife cutting your skin in a straight line. You let out little ah sounds as Rafe continued, the mix of pleasure and pain was about to send you over the edge. The cut on your leg was done bleeding, but you were about to deal with two more. After he was done with the line, he moved on to drawing a curved shape right next to the beginning of the line, both combined it was formed to be the letter R, for Rafe.

Moans turned into muffled pleads, but your own mind didn’t know what you were begging for. It must’ve been because you were so close, and the pain just brought you closer to an orgasm, “Yeah, you like that?” he whispered. The sounds of skin colliding over and over again filled the room, even with desperate attempts to quiet it down. There was no windows in the room, so you were guessing you guys were safe, even though you, in general, weren’t.

You finally let yourself reach the edge, trying to hold yourself from biting Rafe’s fingers, the only reason was so you could suppress your moans easier. He could feel your tight cunt squeezing around him, pulling him in more and more, “Shit, gonna make me fuckin’ cum by the way your pussy feels.” he groaned, picking up his pace and making more rushed, rough thrusts. He dropped the knife and put both his arms by your chest, his head dipping next to your neck, his grunts and quiet groans filled your ears. Your hands were brought to his neck, wrapping around as your legs did the same but to his waist, allowing him to pound into you, the overstimulating sense filling your body.

His thrusts got sloppier, eventually slowing down and doing brief, deep thrusts instead. You could feel him twitch against your walls, his seed filling you up, his hot breath up against your neck. After he was done catching his breath, he lifted his head up, looking down at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your chest moved up and down, catching yourself from your own orgasm. He got off of you and pulled his boxers and pants all the way up, grabbing his belt and holding it in his hand, then sliding it through the loops situated on his pants.

Your hand traced over your stomach, feeling the wound Rafe created. You got up and grabbed your shorts, pulling them up your legs and putting them on, you got off the bed and looked at Rafe, blood evident on your abdomen and leg. The feeling of Rafe’s cum slowly dripping down from your cunt made you cringe. He looked at you, walking towards you, when he reached you, he grabbed your wrist, “I’m not done with you after this.” he said. You didn’t know what to say to that, except just try to pull your wrist away from his hand. His words made you scared, and that’s exactly how he wanted you to feel. After this day, nothing will be the same.

[fallrafwe]

,,THE PURGE”

a/n: this was based off a really good request 😝 working on another request too btw

warnings: dark!rafe, manipulation, NONCON/DUBCON, hair pulling, choking, threatening, knife play, carving initial into readers skin, strong language, piv, unprotected sex

summary: the purge happens but you don’t have enough time to find shelter, then rafe comes across you

As the sirens blared, you started freaking out. Your hand travelled to your pocket, pulling out your phone, you had no idea who to call or who to text, everything was going to shit already. The only reason you were outside is because your own family tricked you into going, they said they needed you to grab something, and once you were completely outside, they locked the door.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest, head moving in every direction, eventually towards an alleyway. You sprinted towards it, hiding besides the dumpsters that were against the wall, you were too busy looking over the dumpsters to hear or see somebody approaching you from behind, but eventually you heard them, and turned your head to the side almost immediately. A scream fell from your lips instinctively, but never got out because the person slapped a hand over your mouth and on the back of your head.

He started whispering to you as soon as your voice fell silent, “I’m gonna take my hand off, and you’re not gonna do anything, okay?” you nodded slowly as both of his hands retreated. “You know me, it’s Rafe, m’gonna help you, but you have to trust me.” He reassured you, and it’s not like you had anywhere else to go. You mouthed the word okay, and he took your hand and started leading you somewhere, he was very cautious with his movements, monitoring everywhere you guys walked upon, your ears rang with gunshots, and it disturbed you.

Rafe was taking you to a small house situated near Tanneyhill, you could tell it was freshly built, it was roughly the size of John B’s house. He let your hand go as soon as he reached the door, his hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out a key. The key slipped into the lock on the doors handle, twisting. A click could be heard as he turned the door knob, opening it, the door starting to creek quietly. You both entered, Rafe staying back by the door to close it and lock it. Curiosity filled your head, wondering where the rest of his family was. Your eyes were done searching everywhere, eventually turning your head to him to ask your question.

When you turned your head, you were met with a knife pressed roughly to your throat. “Y’know, you were dumb enough to trust me before this, and you’re still dumb enough to trust me now?” He was towering over you, the knife wanting to cut you.

He tutted as your eyes grew wider, “Now, you can’t do shit. Nobody is gonna help you, and if you try anything, I’ll leave you out there to die, or I’ll kill you myself. Got it?” He questioned, but your response wasn’t fast enough for him, causing him to take his other hand and pull your hair back.

“I’ll slit your throat, don’t think I won’t, so fuckin’ answer me.” You nodded the best you could, his hand restricting your head movements. He let your hair go, causing you to fall back a little, the force disappearing from your neck, you held the spot where the knife was forcefully placed, still getting used to the feeling without it. Rafe grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, then moving his hand to the back of your neck. Every time he stepped, you stepped with him.

You had no idea what to look for, but you realized he was guiding you into a room, presumably a safe room. He shoved you in, then turned around, closing the metal door and locking it. You knew you were naive, but you didn’t know this was how naive you are, your heart was racing, what was he gonna do to you? Was it gonna be bad? Well, obviously it’s gonna be bad, it’s the Purge. You were near the end of a bed when Rafe started slowly approaching you, natural instincts made you back up, eventually reaching the foot of the bed.

His hand rushed to your throat, grasping it tightly. “In what world, made you think I wanted to help you, hm?” He asked, the knife still equipped in his free hand. It was pressing against your leg, sliding against your skin and cutting it, he raised the knife in his hand and looked at it, then going back to you. Your eyes were begging for him to let go, your own hands clawing at his. The metallic object was now tracing over your thin strapped tank top, threatening to cut a strap.

The knife cut the strap with a little more pressure, making the left side of your tank top reveal your bra slightly. Your breathing became more shallow, you could feel yourself giving out, but just in time, Rafe let go of your throat. Since you weren’t used to your whole body weight being put in your own hands for a few minutes, you fell towards Rafe. He put one of his hands on your shoulder, steadying you, then swiftly pushing you on the bed. You fell backwards, a gasp slipping off your tongue, but you quickly caught yourself with your arms.

“Just be quiet, you don’t want anybody else to hear us, or else it’ll be them doing things to you, yeah?” He whispered to you, unbuckling his belt and throwing it on the floor. Tears welled up in your eyes, dropping down every once in a while, the bed dipped down with weight as he grabbed your legs and pulled your towards him, his bulge pressing against. The sudden pressure on your clit made you moan quietly, making Rafe smirk. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down, eventually pulling them all the way off once they made their way to your ankles.

Your white lacy panties were then revealed, a slight dark gray spot showing, stained with your arousal. Rafe traced his thumb on your clit, making you groan in pleasure, “Shit, wet f’me in a life or death situation?” he laughed lowly. He pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to reveal his twitching cock, leaking with pre-cum. His hand traced the sides of your panties, making you whine in a moment of neediness. He put them to the side to reveal your aching pussy, dripping in your natural wetness. The occasional screaming and crashing outside distracting you.

He took his dick in one hand and traced it up and down your cunt, his other hand occupied with the knife. After deciding it was enough, he slid inside you, your pussy was tightening around his cock, making him groan at your pulsating walls. You moaned a bit loud, making Rafe shove his fingers in your mouth, a gag coming from you. “Be fuckin’ quiet, if people come in here, you’re the first one coming out that door.” He said, glaring down at you. Your hand came to his, your mouth swirling around his fingers. He groaned at the sight, thrusting inside of you, speeding up the pace. Your legs spread wider, a way for him to gain more access.

Rafe smirked at the sight of you under him, just begging with your body language for more. Eventually, he got the best angle, and you loved it, his tip kissed your g-spot, making you hum against his fingers to suppress your moans. Even though you were forced into doing this, it made you feel filthy even if it seemed like you like it, you were getting dicked down by Rafe, during the Purge, and you hated it even though it made you feel so good.

The knife started tracing the skin of your stomach, making you flinch in surprise, the knife cutting your skin in a straight line. You let out little ah sounds as Rafe continued, the mix of pleasure and pain was about to send you over the edge. The cut on your leg was done bleeding, but you were about to deal with two more. After he was done with the line, he moved on to drawing a curved shape right next to the beginning of the line, both combined it was formed to be the letter R, for Rafe.

Moans turned into muffled pleads, but your own mind didn’t know what you were begging for. It must’ve been because you were so close, and the pain just brought you closer to an orgasm, “Yeah, you like that?” he whispered. The sounds of skin colliding over and over again filled the room, even with desperate attempts to quiet it down. There was no windows in the room, so you were guessing you guys were safe, even though you, in general, weren’t.

You finally let yourself reach the edge, trying to hold yourself from biting Rafe’s fingers, the only reason was so you could suppress your moans easier. He could feel your tight cunt squeezing around him, pulling him in more and more, “Shit, gonna make me fuckin’ cum by the way your pussy feels.” he groaned, picking up his pace and making more rushed, rough thrusts. He dropped the knife and put both his arms by your chest, his head dipping next to your neck, his grunts and quiet groans filled your ears. Your hands were brought to his neck, wrapping around as your legs did the same but to his waist, allowing him to pound into you, the overstimulating sense filling your body.

His thrusts got sloppier, eventually slowing down and doing brief, deep thrusts instead. You could feel him twitch against your walls, his seed filling you up, his hot breath up against your neck. After he was done catching his breath, he lifted his head up, looking down at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your chest moved up and down, catching yourself from your own orgasm. He got off of you and pulled his boxers and pants all the way up, grabbing his belt and holding it in his hand, then sliding it through the loops situated on his pants.

Your hand traced over your stomach, feeling the wound Rafe created. You got up and grabbed your shorts, pulling them up your legs and putting them on, you got off the bed and looked at Rafe, blood evident on your abdomen and leg. The feeling of Rafe’s cum slowly dripping down from your cunt made you cringe. He looked at you, walking towards you, when he reached you, he grabbed your wrist, “I’m not done with you after this.” he said. You didn’t know what to say to that, except just try to pull your wrist away from his hand. His words made you scared, and that’s exactly how he wanted you to feel. After this day, nothing will be the same.

[fallrafwe]

Idk if you've seen the purge movies, but the idea of the sirens going off and reader isn't able to find a place to hide for the night, so rafe stumbles upon her and convinces her that he'll help (it's a trap ofc). Since all crime is legal for the night, he takes reader and does whatever he wants bc knows he won't get in trouble 🥵

this is so fucking hot omd, i WILL be writing this whoever sent this THANK YOU 🙏 SEND MORE REQUESTS!!!!

[fallrafwe]

can i request something? dark!rafe meeting reader and becoming obsessed with her, manipulates her and baby traps her after seeing she won’t listen to his orders. she’s basically a pogue, works 2 jobs and doesn’t take a relationship with rafe seriously.

LOVE THISSS 😍 dark!rafe x pogue!reader has my heartttt, i’ll have this out soon, GUYS DROP MORE REQUESTS IM BEGGING YOU

[fallrafwe]

Omg conversation was soooo gooodddd but I can’t help but wonder what would happen if reader tried to leave Rafe? Bc idk how tf I could stay with someone after that, like I would be scared to leave but also ik for a fact he would probably do worse 😳

he would probably baby trap so they never even got a chance to leave, because if they’re a pogue, they would need help supporting the baby, but if they’re a kook, he would spread the worst rumors about them, leak/spread videos of them, or make them dry hump him at a party, or do other dirty stuff with him in public because it makes them extremely humiliated

[fallrafwe]

self-reblogging hi

,,CONVERSATION”

a/n: i just think dark!rafe is so hot, especially with a gun ☺️ also this was supposed to be short but i struggle with that because i like details and i also like paragraphs 😢 sorry for not posting for like forever btw

warnings: dark!rafe, toxic/abusive!rafe, gun play/gun kink, NONCON/DUBCON, humiliation, dumbification, strong language, overstimulation, somnophilia, unconscious sex, choking, passing out

summary: you have an attitude and rafe does not like it at all

Rafe followed after you when you stormed out of the living room and up the stairs, “Don’t fucking walk away from me!” he yelled as you practically ran up the stairs. You didn’t want to hear him yell at you for hours on end about dumb shit, you did basically nothing. All you did was talk to some guy who approached you at the beach, and you didn’t think anything of it, but of course, Rafe had to make it a big deal.

When you made it to Rafe’s bedroom, you ran your hands through your hair, groaning stressfully. “What the fuck are you doing? I’m.. I’m trying to have a conversation with you, you don’t get to just walk away from me whenever you feel like it!” He shouted, approaching you slowly. You were getting backed into a wall, “Why can’t you just listen to me?” he questioned you. His ringed hand made it to your arm, slowly twisting it.

You were quick to push him off successfully with your free hand, only able to do so since he didn’t know you would even try to fight back, so he never stood his ground. “Can you just stop? Stop trying to fucking hurt me every chance you get! I can talk to other people, can’t I, Rafe?” You screamed, you were so irritated, you were finally done with his bullshit. Your legs pushed you towards the door, but was quickly stopped when you heard shuffling and a click.

“Turn around.” He commanded you, expecting you to listen, and you did. You turned around slowly, not wanting him to do anything. Rafe had a gun pointed at you, “I could pull the trigger right now,” he said calmly, and his index finger was indeed on the trigger. Why was he so calm about this? Your heart rate was rapidly rising, causing your chest to visibly be moving up and down. “Rafe.” You whispered, and he just stared at you with his menacing dark blue eyes.

His hand dropped to his side, and he was starting to walk towards you. Puddles of tears quickly formed in your eye, but you didn’t want him to know you were on the edge of crying, even though he could probably tell from the glint coming from your eyes. He wasn’t done with you though, “Get on the fuckin’ bed, and take your clothes off.” he said this as he was pointing to where you should go with the gun, you rushed to the bed as he walked behind you, with the gun pointed to your head.

The tears made its way down your cheek, staining it with purpose. You felt yourself panicking, wondering if the pace you were taking your clothes off was quick enough. He was getting his point across, the bold, black item staring at your head. The gun could go off at any moment, and knowing Rafe, he could do it. Your thoughts got brushed away after a few seconds when he told you to spread your legs. And you did just what he said without a thought.

He walked a little closer, his eyes admiring your tits and their hardened buds. His eyes now traveled down to your cunt, and he was hard at the sight, he moved the gun to rest on your clit, the textured steel made you cringe as he moved it up and down. You let out a light gasp as you dropped your elbows that were propping you up, your head was tossed to the side as his movements eventually got quicker, making you eager for more. You start grinding your hips up and down so more friction would come from it.

The movements coming from his hand halted, making you whine from the sudden stop. You could feel the gun moving from your clit to your entrance, and that’s when you decided to speak up, “Rafe, stop, I don’t wan..” you were cut off by the fact you were now staring down the barrel of the gun. “I really.. don’t care what you want, so you’re gonna sit here, and take everything I fucking give you. Yeah?” He said, confirming it with you.

Your head nodded in fear. The gun then moved back to its original placing, making you groan a little. The burning sensation immediately hit you as the gun started to stretch you out, greeting your dripping walls. Rafe’s tongue met his lips, being moistened at the sight of you loving the way his gun feels inside of you. He let out a smirk as he eventually thrusted the gun in and out, he couldn’t do it super far though since the trigger guard stopped that.

Rafe then brought the gun to a more upwards angle to try to hit that sensitive spot you craved to be touched, and it did just that. You could feel the tip of the gun brushing against your g-spot every time Rafe thrusted it in and out, a loud moan rolled off your tongue, making you arch your back as you got a little closer each thrust. “Gonna cum on this fuckin’ gun, huh? Thought you didn’t want me to do this?” He said to you, smirking as you closed your eyes, but your mouth never followed, it was forming a circle instead.

“Y’know, it’s fucking pathetic. Just wanted someone or, something, to get you off, so you had to talk to another guy, right? And now here you are, about to cum all over a gun. It’s fucking disgusting.” He spat, he was emphasizing every word he could to make you even more embarrassed, and it worked. Tears eventually met with your waterline, making you feel humiliated. You told yourself how it was pathetic you couldn’t even make him stop, so you just took it instead, but now it doesn’t matter, because you were gonna make a mess all over his gun.

A rope eventually tugged at your stomach, threatening to tug itself loose, and it did just that. You spilt your orgasm all over Rafe’s gun, making him chuckle. He let you ride out your orgasm before he eventually pulled it out, it was wet, your orgasm was evident, with white splotches in every little spot. Your eyes met with his as he licked a long stripe up the gun, making sure to taste your arousal that was left all over his gun.

His free hand trailed down to his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down with ease. He started stroking his dick for a little before he brushed a finger over his tip, making him let out a tiny groan. Rafe let go of his dick and grabbed your leg, bringing it up to his shoulder. The gun was put on your stomach, and with the free hand he now had, he took his cock and slipped it into your stretched out entrance.

Containing himself was hard enough right now, and he didn’t wanna hold back at all, so he didn’t. He reeled himself back and thrusted into you while grabbing the gun, he wanted fear to enter you as he did this, you didn’t want to look at the gun, but you just had to. The gun made you feel vulnerable, scared, and you didn’t know if you liked that, but even if you didn’t, Rafe would make you like it. Moans escaped your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you in the harshest manner possible.

He smirked, “Your pussy is sucking me in, and you’re soaking wet, y’like this?” he laughed at the way you couldn’t even speak, his tip was kissing your g-spot every time he slid out and slammed himself back in. Your near orgasm was overpowering your speech, making you speak inaudible words, “You’re going dumb on my cock, huh? Taking every inch I give you.” you loved the way his dirty talk brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Your mouth opened as he towered over you, he tossed the gun to the side as he kissed your collarbone and held your left leg up to his shoulder. You loved the skin how his hand rubbed your thigh, and how his other hand traced your waist, the skin to skin contact made you form a smile on your face, quickly disappearing when he gave you one more thrust, causing you to go undone. “Fuck, fuck, just like that Rafe.” You moaned, letting your cum paint his dick white, Rafe’s lips pressed against your neck, sucking your skin to create a hickey. The mix of pleasure and pain got to you, “Rafe, s’too much, stop!” you whined.

The thrusts inside you only got rougher, and more sloppier. He took his mouth off you, “Fuckin’ take it then, be a good whore, okay?” he snarled. He let out tiny groans against your skin as his fingernails dug into your waist and thigh, the sound of skin colliding together was filling the room. Your natural instinct was to close your legs since he wouldn’t stop, but he didn’t let that happen, he detached his grasp from your waist, and moved it your right leg to pull it apart from the left one, his rings on a new area of your skin made you shiver.

It was too much for you to take, but the overstimulating sense got the best of you, and you were soon about to cum on his cock for the second time. He finally slowed his movements and let his white ropes of cum fill your cunt up, painting your dripping walls white. A long, low pitched groan escaped his mouth as he pulled out of your pulsating walls, a little gasp coming from you as you had a ruined orgasm. Rafe was panting as he looked down at you, cum dripping out of your ruined hole.

Aftercare was barely a thing for him, so he didn’t care how he left you like, even if it was in his own room. You can take care of yourself, is what he always said, and he never cares how you feel about it, the whole relationship revolves around him, and no one can change that, so you learned not to care. “You know, if I wasn’t here, who would be putting you in your place? Huh?” He questioned, and you were too bothered to do anything, so you turned to your side, revealing your ass and leaking pussy to him.

Your ass was gifted a slap, making you jolt upwards in surprise, your arms acting as pillars of support. “Rafe, I don’t know, okay?” You shouted, grabbing your thong, skirt, bra and shirt that were thrown to the side of you. He grabbed your jaw in response, “Do you need another fucking reminder of who you belong to?” he squished your jaw, you shook your head no, and he pushed your head back before letting go. You both started to get dressed, him being fully clothed before you.

The gun was just staring at you, but you assumed he forgot about it, and you didn’t wanna find out either. So you didn’t wanna stick around to see for yourself, after you finished getting dressed you headed towards the door, putting your head against it and your right arm rested below, while your free arm opened the door. It never got unnoticed by Rafe, he walked up to you from behind and grabbed the back of your neck, shoving you away as he let go. “You just.. don’t fucking learn do you?” He said, putting two fingers to his head before putting them back to his side. You turned around to meet his eyes.

His hand wrapped perfectly around your throat, and both your hands met his ringed hand. He was squeezing rather tightly, “Rafe—Rafe, stop!” you managed to choke out, he could careless about how you’re feeling right now, or matter of fact; any time, and it shows. “You clearly need to learn still, don’t you?” Rafe tilted his head barely as his face was inches away from yours. You could feel yourself begin to give out, black edges threatening to overpower your vision. Somehow, he found a way to squeeze even tighter, as if he wasn’t squeezing his hardest. Finally, your eyes became droopy, eventually coming to a complete close, your bodyweight sinking in his hand.

Rafe didn’t care, so he threw you on the bed. He was gonna take his time with you, he wouldn’t care if it hurt, whether you were asleep or woke up in the middle of it. He would make sure you felt everything he was gonna do.