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best friends dad part three

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!, extreme age gap, cheating, semi public sex?, kind of caught, p in v sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink

part one / part two / part three

“what were you doing in there again?” your friend stares at you, like she knows the truth but her mind won't let her accept it.

“in where?” you question, looking at your nails like her probing doesn't bother you, like it isn't clear of her suspicion growing, asking about the incident that happened last week.

“in the bathroom. with my dad.” she clarifies.

“oh, i told you already, didn't i?” you scrunch your brows together, like she's the weird one for asking. “i got a splinter in my foot and he was helping get it out.”

you're not sure it's the best story, but it's the first one you came up with when she caught you, rafes cum flooding inside you despite his daughter just feet away, separated by a thin wooden door.

“okay.” she mumbles.

you know despite her questions that she wouldn't dare accuse you or flat out ask if you're fucking her father. you've been through too much together, and she's far too naive.

it's why you're not worried about slipping out of her room when she falls asleep that night, sharing a bed like you always do for your sleepovers.

hallway. you message rafe. you remember the first time you got his number, it was middle school softball season. you would occasionally text him asking for rides home when he picked up his daughter.

rafe is out of his room in a second, a panicked look on his face.

“she could have been awake.” he whispers, eyes wide.

“but she wasn't.” you roll your eyes, not sure what the dramatics are about when his wife didn't see the text.

“what do you want? i told you we can't keep doing this, we almost got caught.”

“i want you to fuck me.” you pull your pajama shorts down your legs, showing rafe that you're wearing nothing underneath. “right here in this hallway.”

“god, this is so fucking wrong.” rafe shakes his head, voice still a whisper as he pulls his cock out from his pants, not disrobing as much as you out of fear of getting caught.

“you say that every time.” you roll your eyes. “yet still cum inside me.”

“shut up.” rafe grunts, pushing you against the wall, your best friends room on the other side, a fact rafe knows too well as he tries his best to be quiet.

rafe picks you up easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as his already hard cock lines up with your entrance. truth is, he is constantly half hard when he knows you're over, just waiting for you to entice him into sex.

“when was the last time you fucked someone like this, huh?” you smirk as rafe pushes inside of you, your walls being stretched by his length.

“was it when your wife was my age?” you ask. truth is, you don't even know when rafe and his wife met and if it was that young, but you love the way he fucks you faster every time you bring up his marriage.

“your pussy-” rafe grunts out, struggling to keep himself quiet. “your pussy is so fucking good.”

“mhm.” you nod. “and your cock is perfect, daddy. love having you inside me.”

rafe shoves his head into your shoulder to hold back his moans as his hips rock into yours, your nails pressing into his back over his shirt, hoping you leave marks he has to stammer to explain to his wife.

you wonder what it would take for them to divorce. what his wife's reaction would be if she caught you in the act. would it be enough to break up the family?

“touch my clit.” you command. rafe quickly listens, moving his hands from holding your hips up to wrapping one around your waist, the other moving between your legs, rubbing his thumb over your clit.

“that's so good, daddy. gonna cum for me?”

“yeah, close.” rafe warns, his cock pulsing inside of you.

“good.” you smile. “cum inside me. fill up my tight young pussy.”

rafe presses his mouth further into your skin as he moans, cum pumping inside of you in a steady stream, triggering your own orgasm as his warmth spreads, not as quiet with your moans as his thumb continues to stroke your clit through your high.

“fucking hell, that was too risky.” rafe shakes his head. “we can't keep fucking like this.”

“you'll keep coming for me every time i call. you're mine.” you tell rafe as he slowly lowers you, making sure you don't wobble as he sets your feet back firmly on the floor.

“im yours.” rafe says sadly, tucking his cock back into his pants while you pull your shorts back on, knowing you're about to ruin them with cum.

“now give me a kiss goodnight, daddy.” you pucker your lips, rafe pressing a chaste kiss against them. you don't wait to see him go back into his shared bedroom with his wife as you sneak back into his daughters room.

as you lay down back next to her in bed, your eyes adjust to the low light, suddenly haunting your movements when you realize she's awake and staring at you, a hurt look in her eyes.

she knows.

you continue your actions, letting out a sigh of relief when she doesn't say anything. doesn't confess. doesn't get mad, simply rolls over so her back is to you.

you smirk to yourself. she may know, but she won't tell.

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୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧୨୧ ౨ৎ

I feel like Rafe is the type of person who presses down on your tummy during sex.

Once his eyes find that bulge on your stomach, he’s immediately pressing down on it to feel himself.

“Ah!” Your eyes shot open, “Don’t do that Rafe!”.

You looked up at the man to find him with a grin on his face and his eyes still glued to your stomach.

“Look at this” he said softly into your ear. “You feel me here?” hands pressing down once again on your stomach.

You gasped out at the sudden feeling. Your hand immediately shooting down and gripping his wrists.

“stop it!” you cried out, tears staining your flushed cheeks.

Rafe lifted his hand up releasing the pressure on it and instead gripped your wrists. “Feel it.”

You moaned out loudly as you felt your own hand pressing down on it instead of his own.

Rafe let out a deep groan as he felt you clench around his cock.

“Come on baby, let it out for me” Rafe murmured into your ear.

The pace of his thrusts sped up as he felt yours and his own orgasm coming.

Your mouth opened to a silent moan as your eyes shut tightly.

Rafe smirked as he saw you come undone, hips never faltering once. He chased his own high now that yours was out of the way.

He felt the need to get you to climax first because once you have, he can have his own without a worry in the world.

“Cum now or you won’t at all” he’ll tell you if he’s impatient and just wants this to be quick. But that’s almost never but you still dread it when it comes.

୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ౨ৎ ୨୧ ୨୧ ౨ৎ

the ending is so rush omfg but here

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do you have a master list

not yet.

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Could you please maybe do a Theodore Nott fic where he’s ghost face?

DONT MAKE A NOISE || GHOST FACE THEODORE X FEM READER

summary: there has been murders around Hogwarts recently, People say they have seen a person in a ghost mask, you would have never expected the person behind it al.

warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex, dubcon?, blood, murder, violence, hair yanking, cursing, oral sex(m receiving), etc..

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this, im sorry if this is bad. short! rushed

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"Theo what if this ghostface person comes after you or me?" you sigh "im scared."

people have reported seeing a person in all black wearing a ghost mask. This person has already killed 4 people and you were scared that you and your best friend theo would be next.

"Dont worry i wont let anyone hurt you, ever."

you asked theo if he could sleep in your dorm room tonight because your roommate was with her boyfriend and you didn't want to sleep alone. You and theo were cuddling on your bed but you fell asleep..

you awaken due to the loud thunder storms and rain outside you look over to check on theo but hes gone?

"theo?" you immediately get up to see if he's still here but it was to dark. You get up to turn on the lights but they wouldn't turn on, maybe the power was out due to the storm.

you go to grab your phone on the nightstand and check the time 2:58am.

you were about to text theo but you see his phone on the nightstand also so decide your gonna go look for him because this isn't like him.

you go to the flash on your phone and turn it on

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"theo! are you out here?"

you been out here for a while looking for him, you were just about to turn back around and go back to your dorm but thats when u heard something, you get goosebumps.

you turn the corner and you immediately go pale. You see a dead boy on the floor with blood all over him and stab wounds, above him was that ghostface mask staring at you. the boy on the ground didn't look like theo thank god

you drop your phone and run as fast as you can to your dorm. right when your at your door you get pushed inside and hit your head on the wall. you groan out in pain and you feel something dripping down your head you go to touch it and its red.

you hear the door lock and suddenly you feel the ghostface grab you by your hair forcing you too your knees.

"please dont hurt me" you sobbed

he didn't respond all he did was unbuckle his pants that had blood all over them and pulled them down. You could see his hard on thru his boxers, you sobbed even more knowing what was bound to happen.

he released himself from his boxers his cock hitting your cheek. he then put a knife to your throat pushing it into your skin making you whine.

he opened your mouth with his fingers and forced his cock into your mouth moving your head back and forth stretching your mouth out.

you repeatedly gag on his cock, tears running down your cheeks. You drooled in the corner of your lips. His fingers raked through your hair Pulling at it as he thrusted into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you feel him twitch in your mouth knowing he's close.

he releases in your mouth with a loud groan. He takes his cock out your mouth and covers your mouth with your hand and squeezes your nose shut so he can make sure you swallow.

you ended up swallowing because you couldn't breath. he grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto the bed and he gets on top of you the mask staring you in the face.

you feel weak from the amount of blood you lost when u hit that wall

your barely awake when u feel him take your shorts off and then pulls yours panties to the side. He then rubs his cock through your folds and pushes himself into you and all you could do was lay there and take it

"no stop" you moaned out trying to push him off but he just grabs your wrist together and pins then above your head slowly thrusting into you, he groans while speeding up.

hes thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace now, Your eyes were shut tight

"dont close your eyes on me now" he whispers in your ear pounding into you, you realize that's the first thing he said to you all night.

"your taking my cock so well" he groans in your ear "so fucking tight"

you feel that pit in your stomach that you shouldn't be having but your body betrays you.

your body tensing and toes curling as you come undone around him

he pulls himself back once more slamming himself inside of you while his dick twitches inside of you. you feel his cum shooting inside of you.

before he had a chance to stop you, you grab a hold of his mask and you pull it off...

this was rushed.

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#smut #slytherin boys #theodore nott #ghostface smut #theodore x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #ghostface x y/n

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Heyyy , you taking requests??

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TRATIOR || rafe cameron x fem reader

summary: the pogues find out yn's secret

warnings: cursing, arguing, soft rafe!!!, fluff?

a/n: idk if i should keep this into to a one shot or make a story!!!!

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you and rafe were in his bed talking when you realized what time it was, 5:29pm

"Shit rafe i gotta go" you said

you jumped off of the bed and quickly put your clothes on

"where are you going?" he asked getting off the bed also

"i gotta go to the chateau to meet up with the pogues"

he groaned.

you grab your backpack and head to the door but before you could open it rafe got in front of you.

"do you have to leave" rafe whines

"yes rafe, i'll be back in a couple of hours" you say

"fine" he groans again but louder this time, he walks back to the bed laying on it getting his phone out, you roll your eyes and exit the room.

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you get on your bike and start pedaling towards the cut.

you and rafe have been dating for a couple of months now but you guys haven't told anyone yet. if the pogues find out that you and rafe have been dating they would be PISSED

thats one of the reasons you dont wanna go public, rafe honestly doesn't give a shit if anyone finds out because he will still love you and you would still love him.

you arrive at the chateau and you see the pogues on the front porch, Sarah was sitting next to john b? why was Sarah here?

kie disliked Sarah for as long as you can remember. When kie and Sarah were friends Sarah threw this party without inviting kie and kie got mad and called the cops.

"you know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her."

you hear kie say as you approach them

"stop talking about me like im not here" Sarah says

"then leave."

"umm whats happening?" you mouth to pope and jj passing kie, Sarah, and john b them to busy arguing to notice you. You walk over to sit in between jj and pope.

"john b is banging Sarah" jj says while laughing

"WHAT" you almost yell

"oh look y/n is here, why dont we ask her opinion is on this" kie says

"please don't" you whine "but if im being honest i dont think its a good idea"

Sarah's scoffs

"oh you can talk" she says looking at you

"what?" you laugh

"like you aren't fucking my brother" she says rolling her eyes and looking away

you immediately go pale.

"is that true y/n?" kie ask you in disbelief

you don't answer her

jj gets up from beside you and just looks at you in disbelief. you look over at pope his hand on his forehead and he's shaking his head disappointed.

"you cant be fucking serious!" jj yells at you "he beat up pope with a golf club and then jumped us with topper and kelce"

jj has had a crush on you ever since you guys were 14 but you didn't feel the same way. Everyone always shipped you guys together but you wouldn't force yourself to date someone you didn't like You only liked jj as a friend but he never really listened to you.

"i-i-im sorry!! but he's different with me" you try to explain to them

"hes just gonna use you like he does every other girl on this island" Sarah says

"no he-" but before you could finish your sentence pope interrupted you

"just leave y/n." he said annoyed not looking at you

"g-guys please!"

"JUST FUCKING LEAVE JEEZ!" jj yells at you, you have never seen him this angry in the whole 7 years you knew him.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him. He had no remorse for what he said he was very angry and you could understand why but none of them even gave you a chance to explain yourself. You quickly grabbed your bag pack and left without looking back.

"AND DONT BOTHER COMING BACK EITHER! HAVE FUN WITH YOUR KOOKY BOYFRIEND" jj yelled before you could leave

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you open the front door to the camerons household, rafe gave you the key when you guys started dating. the house was so quite and cold, you walk up the stairs to rafe room still sobbing.

you open his room door and hes sleep on his bed, it was sometime pass 7 you didn't want to wake him and you were exhausted yourself so you just laid next to him and got under the covers still sobbing quietly. you couldn't believe that jj would ever say that too you, it wasn't like him

you hear rafe groan awake

"y/n is that you" he says in his sleepy voice

"yea"

"are you crying?"

"im fine go back to sleep rafe."

"no.,whats wrong come here" he gestured so you could lay on his chest

you gave in and sobbed in his chest for a while until you fell asleep.

part 2?

this might be bad but i tried 😪 👍🏻

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this edit is doing things to me.

done gatekeeping one of my fav jayj edits that i watch every day . 🙏🏼

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GOSH WHY DO THEY MAKE THE VILLIANS SO HOT

I WANT THIS MAN TO FUCK ME UNTIL I CANT EVEN REMEMBER MY OWN NAME

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DONT BE LATE | PROFESSER TOM RIDDLE

please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))

SUMMARY: y/n is failing professor riddles class so she goes to "speak" with him after class

WARNINGS: SMUT, dub con, Sub!Reader, Dom!tom, Manipulation, Begging, Spitting, choking, fingering, virgin reader, age gap

MINORS DNI!!!

CHARACTERS: Slytherin reader x professer riddle

A/n: this might be confusing but bare with it, reader is 16!!!

you had recently been failing professor riddles class so he had asked you to stay behind so you guys could have a little "chat" about extra credit and other things... as he described it. you were currently on the way to his classroom, it was 8:30 at night, he said this was the only time he wasn't busy.

you were still in your school uniform cause you didn't have time to change out of them you knocked on his classroom door, it immediately opened like he was waiting there for you. "your 30 minutes late y/n." he said looking at you in the eyes which instantly makes you nervous each time "i-im sorry professer, i-i lost track of time" you said while stuttering

he smirks and move to the side so you can enter the room.

it was weird being in the classroom at night, it was quiet and empty "take a sit ms. L/n" he says while taking a sit at his desk. you do the same but on the other side of the desk

"as you know you are failing this class y/n" "im very disappointed in you"

you look down

he then gets up and walks over to the other side of the desk your sitting on hovering over you.

"i-im sorry i-i just b-been" he stopped you before you could finish your sentence by putting his finger to your lips shushing you. you looked up at him confused

"i dont care for your excuses y/n. now get up" he demanded

you looked up at him confused but did it anyway

"now bend over the desk for me"

you looked at him in horror. you were his student and he was your professor

many of the girls in Hogwarts had a crush on professor riddle, i mean come on he was in his mid 20s, handsome, and tall with pale skin, jet black hair, and dark brown eyes.

you had to admit he was quite handsome but this was wrong...

"w-what?"

"dont make me repeat myself" he said with a stern look

"no!, wha- thats disgusting"

you stormed past him towards the door but he grabs your arm, pulls you back, and slams you onto his desk face first

"i told you i dont like repeating myself"

"oww get off of me" you groaned

he lifts up your uniform skirt and pulls down your underwear admiring the view

"p-professor stop" you begged

"keep begging, i like it when they do that"

he spit on his finger and sticks it in you going in and out. you were a moaning mess

"gosh your so tight" "are you a virgin?" he asked while sticking another finger into you

you were a whimpering mess you couldn't even answer his question.

he suddenly pulls his fingers out, you groan loudly "answer the question and i will continue"

"i- uh yea." you said nervously

he then flips you over on your back, takes his belt off, he pulls his pants down then his boxers

your eyes widened at the length of his cock it was probably 7 maybe 8 inches and it wasn't just long it was thick too

"uh professor, that isn't g-gonna fit" you said with fearful eyes

he laughed.

he jerked his length off then lined himself up with your slit and then began to push the tip in

you whimpered and tried to push him off but he kept pushing in

"relax."

he pushed all the way in without warning. you yelped out in pain "shut up." he then stars thrusting into you slowly, you could feel the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot he then starts to speed up. "profesor" you whimpered he then takes it out and pushes it all the way in. you let out a pornography moan you didn't know you could do. you start to feel that feeling in your stomach that your friends always tell you about. "yea you like that slut" he groaned as he came, you soon came right after him he then pulled out and put his boxers and pants back on

you pulled your underwear back up your shaky legs and grabbed your stuff so you could leave. he grabbed your arm

"tomorrow 8:00pm dont be late."

#smut #slytherin boys #tom riddle #tom riddle smut #tom riddle x reader

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this was so goodddd??

》 THE HEIST PT. I — rafe cameron x reader

{ main masterlist }

word count — 4k

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, dark!barry, swearing, armed robbery, gun violence against reader, mentions of death, blood + mentions of, hostage situation, implied kidnapping, no actual smut or oral but dubcon since rafe makes reader take his gun in her mouth, implied noncon at the end, lmk if i’m missing anything

summary — rafe and barry decide to rob a bank, and you, the bank manager, just happen to be collateral damage.

a/n — there is a part 2 planned already (comment to be tagged in it) 🫣 the end foreshadows that ofc. i haven’t posted a fic in a minute…..writer’s block is serious but so is engagement!!! if you read it, if you like it, PLEASE REBLOG. reblogs and comments mean so much. also shoutout to my sweet 🪩 anon for ur help putting all of these ideas together ily!!! enjoy <3

edit: ok re-reading it now this is actually pretty dark,,,, pls read the warnings

The day started out like any other, overseeing bank operations while your tellers tended to the needs of customers that came in and out.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, and you didn’t think anything to be odd when you heard the doors swing open for the hundredth time that morning.

Assuming it was just another customer looking to make a deposit or a withdrawal, you didn’t look up from the money you were counting at the drive thru counter.

You were facing the glass window when you heard a few gasps, followed by a scream and a gunshot.

The bullet pierced the ceiling and you flinched violently, almost hitting the deck out of instinct.

“This is exactly what you think it is!” A strong voice rang out, and you spun around to find a group of masked men infiltrating the bank.

The man who’d screamed now wielded the weapon in front of him with authority.

Finger on the trigger, it was obvious he was itching for someone to challenge him, though he advised against it, “There will be no heroics today! Everybody get down on the ground and toss your phones out!”

The men swarmed the lobby, all dispersing off in different directions like clockwork. You weren’t even sure where to look, just watching in shock as some men jumped the counter, guns drawn as they ordered the tellers to empty the drawers in front of them. Others stormed the stairs, likely heading for the security room. A couple lingered by the vault, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before they were trying to break into it.

Everyone in the bank slid their phones along the floor, and one of the men collected them all in a glass bowl, once filled with mints.

“Tie em’ up,” you heard one yell once everyone’s phone had been collected. You watched as several of your coworkers and customers were ziptied, men with their hands behind their backs and women with theirs in front.

You let out a gasp when you felt a foreign hand come down around your wrist. Your eyes shot up to meet the masked gaze of a taller man, who mercilessly restrained your hands in front of you, sliding the plastic ring around them.

Wild blue eyes dart up from your wrists to your eyes as the ziptie is secured, gaging your reaction with a condescending smirk.

The plastic pinched your skin, and the man’s eyes seemed to light up when you cried out.

“Y’like that?” He lets out a dark chuckle as he pulls the restraint even tighter, visibly tugging on your skin, and you winced, leaning away from his face.

“Such a pretty little thing…” large fingers moved to trail down the side of your face, and you squeezed your eyes shut in fear.

He almost seemed captivated by your terrified state, drinking in the fear that spilled off of you in waves.

When you pried your eyes open again, it was because you felt a cloth come down across your face, which was then pulled tightly and used to gag you.

“S’just a shame we couldn’t meet under different circumstances…” the same man faked a pout down at you, tying the cloth behind your head and snagging your hair in the process.

With that, you were forced down onto the floor, laying on your own hands as the man made his way around to some other hostages, securing them in the same manner.

Your mind was racing, and you tried to fight the state of denial you were in. Months of training for this exact scenario, mapping out what to do in the event of an armed robbery time and time again, yet you were rendered completely frozen in fear when the time to use your training actually came.

Much like the safety demonstrations on airplanes before a flight, you’re so sure you’ll never need to worry about it. Your normalcy bias was so strong, your brain almost refused to believe you were truly in danger.

But the sounds of glass smashing, people crying, men yelling and stomping around told you this was truly happening.

Once you’d regained enough of your composure, you realized where you were. Even in such a compromising position, you were planted directly near one of the panic alarms. Installed right near the baseboard of the counter, it was designed to be triggered with just the tap of a foot, hopefully in a more discreet manner in the event of something just like this.

And you hoped for that discretion as you subtly tried to manuver your ankle to cover the small button, pressing against it just enough to trigger the alarm.

You relaxed your foot immediately after, and when you craned your vision back up, you were shocked to find the tall robber’s gaze tilted right down at you.

You tried to mask your fear, even more so as he leaned down to hover over you.

He simply stared at you for what felt like forever, before suddenly gaining a harsh grip on your ankle, yanking it away from the counter and confirming his suspicions. His grip tightened, and you cried out.

“…Didn’t we say no heroics?”

The man spoke through gritted teeth before roughly snatching you up by your hair. His hold was unforgiving, and you scrambled to your feet like a deer trying to gain its footing for the first time.

With your hands bound in front of you, you had no way of escaping the strong hold you were now subjected to.

Using the strength of just a single hand, the robber easily kept you corraled against him, forcing you to move as he did.

“Look at this, Barry,” your hair was tugged harder as the other masked man came into view, and you tried to note the name you’d heard slip.

“We’ve got ourselves a little hero.” The man behind you spat, holding you by your hair in front of him as if he was showing off some sort of prize he’d just won, or more fittingly, some scared animal he’d just hunted down.

You were a sniffling, whimpering mess as the man held you there on display. Body trembling, you funneled what strength you could muster to your knees, trying to hold yourself up so the hand in your hair wasn’t the only thing keeping you upright.

A shudder passed through you as the shorter man stalked closer, and you didn’t miss the gun that sat too comfortably between his fingers.

“Ahh, you don’t say?” He had more of a southern drawl than the taller one seemed to have, and you could see quick flashes of gold shining through the mouth cutout on the ski mask as he offered you a devious smile.

The man got incredibly close to your face, and when you tried to back away, you found yourself cornered, the hard chest of the taller man behind you.

“Let me have her,” ‘Barry’ ordered. In an instant, you were shoved forward onto your knees in front of him.

Moments later, the man’s smile dropped, and you found yourself staring up at the barrel of a gun.

Your scream was muffled as Barry seethed down at you, “did you press that shit?!”

He was screaming in your face, and when you tried closing your eyes, he retaliated by pressing the gun to the center of your forehead.

“Fuckin’ look at me!” Your chin was snatched in an iron grip, and your eyes shot open.

“It’s not even your damn money you stupid whore! We was just about to leave!” He shook his head, digging the barrel further into your skin, and you let out a choked sob.

“You realize you just fucked up, right? Huh?! Answer me bitch!”

You didn’t even know what happened at first, all you knew was you suddenly could no longer support your own weight on your knees. A collective gasp could be heard as you collasped down onto the floor, ears ringing and head pounding. Without your hands to break your fall, you were forced over onto your side, and you soon felt a hot liquid trickling down your face.

“That’s what you get for tryna save the fuckin’ day! Whatever happens now is on you!” he spat, wiping the now wet barrel of his gun off on his jacket. “Now you better hope we don’t-!”

The sound of the office phone ringing had everyone falling silent, apart from your sobs. The man’s head swiveled towards the sound, and you struggled to catch your breath on the floor.

“Nobody move!” He screamed, and instantly, the other armed men were on their guard again, daring someone else to try something. Anything. The men looked like they wanted any excuse to rip one of you to shreds.

You watched from your place on the floor as Barry cautiously approached the landline, eyeing it in suspicion before finally lifting the phone to his ear.

He didn’t speak for some time, assumably listening to the SWAT negotiators pitch their case, trying to save as many people on the inside as possible.

You were the only hostage separated from the rest, who were all lined up against a far wall, faces and hands flat to the floor as the other armed men watched them at gunpoint.

It couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes, but it felt like an eternity later when you heard the shorter man let out a scream of frustration. Everyone seemed to cry out in unison when the landline was hurled at the wall, plastic shattering and flying everywhere.

“Fuck man! We’re fucked!” Barry paced back and forth for a minute, hands nervously raking over his hooded head.

“We ain’t gettin’ outta this one y’all…”

It was when he seemed to set his masked sights on you that you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

“No, no, please-!” You cried, trying to cower away as the man advanced on you, but he was quick to snatch you up by the collar of your shirt.

“This is your fuckin’ fault bitch! If we go down, you best believe you’re comin’ with us!” You were shoved back to the ground in a violent manner before Barry turned, wielding his gun around towards the others.

“Everybody get comfortable!” He screamed, “nobody’s goin’ anywhere, til we figure this shit out!”

It was clear the other men were waiting on this man to give them further instruction, and you could only assume ‘Barry’ was the ringleader behind this operation.

“Rafe,” your ears perked up at this new name you heard, and you tried to ignore the fact that the robbers letting their names be known so casually couldn’t be a good sign…

“Keep an eye on her.”

‘Rafe’s’ eyes were on you, alright. You caught glimpses of hues of blue flashing through his ski mask, and he seemed to wear an unreadable expression, eyeing you from above.

You flinched when a strong set of arms reached for you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” was all Rafe said before pulling you up and walking you back to the bathroom.

Once inside, a paper towel was used to clean up the blood staining your face.

You winced from the stinging sensation the towel brought on, and the man almost seemed to…enjoy the terrified look in your eyes.

More than that, though… the way your body trembled, the way your hands shook, the way you were too fearful to maintain eye contact with him. He intimidated you, he could tell, and he loved it.

You didn’t speak a word the entire time, and eventually, Rafe led you back out to the lobby, ushering you back down onto your stomach along with the others.

You tried to make a mental escape, tried to drown out the cries and sniffles of the other hostages around you, the sound of heavy footsteps and guns being waved around as you laid helplessly on the floor.

Eavsdropping proved to be a challenge with your mind running a mile a minute, but your ears did manage to catch onto certain sentences every now and then. The men seemed to be in distress, racking their brains for a way out of the mess they’d created. The shadows of police officers could be made out through the drawn blinds, and you could hear orders being pushed out through a megaphone in the distance.

Knowing that you were partially to blame for the robbers’ current dilemma, scared you even more.

“Nah man, there ain’t shit we can do now. Out best shot is hangin’ on to these hostages long enough to push for a lighter sentence.” No one replied. That idea clearly wasn’t one they wanted to cling to.

“…but I ain’t goin’ back to jail.” Barry continued with a nod of his head, “So when those motherfuckers come bustin’ up in here, I’m shootin’!”

They all seemed to be in agreement with that one, a handful of masked heads nodding, vowing to die before facing jail time again.

You shuddered, left wondering what that could only mean for the rest of you…

Out of nowhere, the taller man from before suddenly stalked over to you.

You watched him tuck his weapon into his waistband before reaching for you with both hands.

He yanked you to your feet, a strong arm winding around your neck, forcing you into a chokehold and halting any thoughts of evading you might have had.

Rafe began dragging you backwards, making his way past the sea of other panicked hostages in the lobby.

“Yo! Yo Rafe, the fuck are you doin’?”

You could feel Rafe’s shoulders rise and fall against your back as he spun you around, forcing you to face the man who had quite literally pistol whipped you earlier. Just the sight of him had your muscles tensing in fear, even though you couldn’t even see his entire face.

“I dunno about you, but if we’re dead anyways, I’m gonna go out with a bang.” He laughed at the ominous joke, but Barry didn’t seem the least bit amused.

“And what the fuck are the rest of us supposed to do? Sit here, twiddlin’ our damnthumbs?”

Rafe scoffed, “Fuck off with one of the other hostages,” his grip around your neck tightened momentarily, and you squirmed in his hold.

“…or wait til I’m finished with this one. I don’t really give a fuck.”

With that, the man continued down the hall with you corraled tightly against him.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew what you felt pressing into your lower back the closer you descended down the hallway. The man’s erection grew harder, and you could only imagine what sick thoughts were going through his mind to spark his arousal.

Rafe was definitely intrigued, but he also found himself growing angry at the thought of you sounding that damn alarm again, so when his free hand found purchase in your hair once more, he tugged at it harshly. You mumbled some sort of pained protest behind the cloth forcing your lips to part, and Rafe laughed again.

“S’you wanna be a hero, huh?” The man hissed incredibly close to your ear.

There were only so many more rooms to go as you neared the end of the hallway.

The odds of your own office being chosen as the man’s makeshift prison wete slim, but not impossible.

In a hall filled with multiple rooms, you tried to hide your disgust as your name came into view on the tag just outside of the room he pulled you into.

The man was brutal with his movements, immediately tossing you to the floor and locking the two of you in.

You’d just managed to prop yourself up onto your elbows when Rafe came up on you, grabbing at your wrists harshly. You were forced to lean back when he pulled your arms up, and you shrieked when you watched him flip open a pocket knife, right in front of your face.

“No, no, wait-!”

“Relax,” he drawled out, bringing the blade down to slice at the plastic restraints, “I’m helpin’ you out. Won’t be as fun if you can’t even try to fight me off.”

His words made you hesitant to put up a struggle, no desire to play into the man’s sick arousal.

But as you rubbed over the sore skin on your wrists, the feeling of your hands being free again made you feel like you’d be doing a disservice to yourself if you didn’t at least try.

So, you waited until he got close enough to jab your elbow to the side, nailing him square in the face.

He’d expected a fight, but not a full on blow from you. It caught Rafe off guard, and when you heard him fall to the floor with a groan, you took the opportunity to lunge for the door.

You’d just started fumbling with the lock when you heard a gun clicking behind you, halted your movements entirely.

The room was quiet, apart from another dark chuckle from behind.

“Yeah, that’s right, hold it right fuckin’ there,” Rafe sprang to his feet, free hand still pinching the bridge of his nose where you’d struck him.

“You can fight me all you want baby, but if you so much as open that door, I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off.” You couldn’t see the way he adjusted his grip on the weapon. “If not me, then one of them out there will.”

You slowly turned, and the man looked satisfied when he came back into view. Slowly, Rafe moved to circle you so that he was the one closest to the door now. He motioned for you with the gun perched in his hand, “be a good girl, and come bend over this desk f’me.”

You made no efforts to move, and that’s when Rafe charged you. He started shoving at you, forcing you to stumble back until you felt the back of your legs hit the desk.

A strong arm came to rest on either side of the desk behind you, effectively caging you in.

With nowhere to run, your bottom lip trembled as Rafe leaned dangerously close to your face.

“She’s real quiet now, hmm?” He wore a devilish smirk that you wanted to slap off of his face as he plants a strong hand on your shoulder, pushing down and forcing you to your knees in front of him.

“You wanted to be a hero, right?” He questioned, large hand moving to cup your jaw. He carelessly yanked the cloth from your mouth.

Rafe was riding on an incredible power trip, and it wasn’t going to stop just because he’d singled you out behind closed doors.

You watched in fear as the man brandished his gun once again. This time, the weapon was extended your direction, aiming directly at your face in warning.

“Come on then, be a hero,” he taunted, “c’mon!” He crowded your face with the gun, chasing your gaze each time you tried to turn your head away.

“P-please!” You finally cried out, throwing your hands up in surrender and squeezing your eyes shut again.

Rafe blew some air out through his nose, eyeing you from above, “hmm, good idea…beg me for your life.” Spoken in an eerily calm manner, Rafe stretches the gun out even further, the barrel now almost grazing the tip of your nose.

“Say you’re sorry for causing this mess, then beg me to let you live. Beg me not to kill you, right here, for that shit you pulled back there.”

All you could do was shake your head, chest heaving as you sat back on your feet.

“Apologize!” He ordered, and you let out a cry.

“O-okay! Please! I’m sorry, please!”

“Please what?” He spat.

“I’m s-sorry, please don’t hurt me…”

Even with your eyes closed, the sound of a belt being unfastened was immistakable.

“You’re sorry?” The man questioned, voice lower now, and you hated the way you could hear the lust creeping into his tone. Your eyes peeled open to find his trained on you.

“Prove it.”

Though you knew what he’d dragged you back here for in the first place, it still felt horrific to watch the robber drop his pants, his erection very clearly straining against the fabric of his boxers.

“No, please-!” You placed your hands out in front of you, attempting to push at his hips as Rafe reared them forward. The stiffness in his pants brushed up against your face while he ordered you to open your mouth, yet you kept your lips sealed tightly.

Suddenly, the warmth of his clothed erection was replaced with the cool metal of his gun, which Rafe now held to your lips.

“Might just use this instead then. You’d like that, yeah?”

He instructed you to open your mouth again. When you refused this time, the man threatened to use the weapon…elsewhere. The metal was dragged down your stomach, until it finally trailed along your clothed core. The sinister action was enough to make you relent, hesitantly parting your lips.

Rafe noticed almost immediately, eyes lighting up at your forced obedience.

“Good girl,” he praised softly. His gentle words were a contrast to the harsh grip he gained on your chin. Rafe squeezed and forced your mouth to open further before sliding the barrel of his gun past your plump lips.

His strong hand moved down to encompass your throat, and you let out a strangled whimper.

Using his grip to strain your neck upwards, Rafe forced your gaze on him. Your mouth and throat were full of metal as he repeatedly thrust his gun past your lips.

You felt humiliated, especially thinking about the fact that everyone saw you get dragged away, and could surely assume what fate you were led away to.

It felt like forever of gagging around the gun in your mouth before the door suddenly burst open.

Rafe was quick to yank his gun from your mouth, the barrel hitting your lip in the process. The gun was cocked back and aimed, all in one swift motion as he turned to face the intruder.

“Chill out man,” Barry seemed too calm for someone who had a gun pulled on him.

He jabbed a thumb behind his back, “teller out here says there’s another way out the back,” he nods towards you just as Rafe lowers his weapon, “says Miss Superwomanhere’s the only one that knows how to use it.”

You felt your heart stop, realizing you’d been put on the spot again.

“You tryna keep shit from us now bitch? You witholdin’ information?!” Barry was quick to crowd your space, grabbing your face in a tight grip when you tried to lean away from him. “Why you keepin’ shit from us? Why you tryna protect some shit that ain’t even yours? You wanna die bitch? I’m talkin’ today?!”

You shook your head furiously through your hysterics, “no! I-I forgot, I’m sorry!”

He eyed you as if his bullshit meter was ticking in the red. Still, Barry retreated back and fixed you with a hard glare.

He straightened himself out again, “grab that sorry bitch and let’s go. We gotta move out, now.”

Rafe didn’t give it a second thought, he grabbed you up by your arms and forced your hands in front of you this time, zipting them together tightly.

“Looks like you just bought us some more time together,” Once your hands were secured, Rafe pulled the cloth back up your chin, forcing your lips to part as the gag settled back in your mouth.

“We’ll have to finish this later,” you flinched when you felt him nudge you with the barrel of his gun, “after you.”

He shoved you forward, a hand tight on the back of your neck while Rafe dug the gun, now coated with your own saliva, against your shoulder blade.

The masked men surrounded you as you led them through a discreet door and down a long hallway.

You didn’t know whether to be thankful you’d been spared any further mistreatment in that room, or dreadful for what was to come. You hoped and prayed someone would intervene along the way, that the same hostage who had ratted you out would also tell the police about the secret exit too, and they’d be able to save you before the man could get his hands on you again.

You could live with the fact that your mouth had been violated by the man’s weapon; at least he himself hadn’t gotten the chance to violate you.

…Yet.

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