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BABY GIRL

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - Jackson likes to keep you doped up for both of your safety.

Warnings - Non-con, dub-con, drugging, manipulation, degrading, p in v, edging.

Word count - 1.9k+

Notes - Guess who wanted to work on one of her WIP's but decided to watch Red Eye and just had to write another one about my favourite boy.

You laid on the bed, completely naked against his body, he only wore his boxers, your left leg draped over his hips, his hand slowly caressing your back as your face was pressed up against his lean bare chest. 

The audio of the television was muffled, your sight blurred as you slowly breathed in and out. The sheets were hardly covering your flesh, but you were too dazed to pay attention to it. The sensation of his large fingers caressing your tender skin was enough to earn gentle moans from your soft lips. His cold blue eyes watched you like a hawk. Almost skeptical that you would commence a ploy against him, despite your doped state. 

Jackson Rippner was fascinated by you. The moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his. It was unfortunate with the circumstances you met under. Star crossed lovers in his opinion, a bit of a spiced uniqueness to your relationship.  

You were assigned to investigate him for terrorism. Many times you were warned about your high levels of ambition, your eagerness put you in danger. But you were always too stubborn to listen to your superiors. 

“Jackson” you murmured against his chest, almost drooling. He sighed lightly, his hand rubbing circles around your lower back. 

“Yes baby?” He asked softly, there was silence for a brief moment. Jackson waited patiently for you to respond as you raised your heavy head. 

“Are you going to keep me drugged up forever” you slowly questioned, your eyes ached to stay open, your thoughts blurred with sweet nothings. 

There was this blank, emotionless stare from him. As he was questioning himself, he really did wonder what he’d do with you in the long run. The thought of him keeping you mindless for the rest of your days made the blood rush to his cock. Only being mentally capable to muse the thought of him touching, fucking, loving you. 

But then he also wanted to take you out for an expensive dinner, vacate at a ski resort, hold you from behind as you cook him a loving homemade meal. Jackson never considered himself a romantic, but different people create a better you. The idea of having a life as one together made his heart flutter. 

“No baby girl” he answered eventually. 

“When will you stop” you breathed out, a small smile on your lips, a thread of hope. There was a small grin on his lips as his hands gently rubbed your hips. 

“When I know you’ll be a good girl for me” Jackson mocked, pulling you completely over his hips to saddle him. 

“I am a good girl” you countered, your head felt heavy yet your thoughts light. 

“Because you’re drugged up” he laughed softly, his large hand caressing your cheek as your face fell limp on him. 

“Touché” you snorted and he patted your cheek a couple of times. Sluggestly, you lifted your head back up, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Please sir, I promise to be good” you assured, but your small smile was all so devilish. 

That title always got the blood flowing to his cock. You could already feel his size growing underneath you. 

“Really? You cross your heart, hope to die, type of promise?” Jackson razzed, flashing you a toothy grin as his fingers slowly moved closer to your core.

“Yes sir” you promised, batting your eyes towards him. 

“Oh baby girl, how can I be so sure?” He toyed, titling his head to you. 

The scratches on his face were faint. Whenever he sobered you up, you were quick to get in every shot you could at him. However, you were foolish not to carefully plan out your scheme to escape, or as you preferred to do, attempting to kill him. 

“Because I love you cock Jacky” you moaned, his fingers toying with your clit. 

Within a blink, Jackson had flipped you onto your back. Holding your throat down against the mattress and huffing, flaring his teeth at you. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, his thumb rubbing over your chin.  

“You hate being called Jacky” you choked out, but you were still grinning at him. 

“And I thought you wanted to be a good girl” he pouted to you. 

“I do” you almost sang, coughing at the restriction to your throat. 

“Fix your mistake then” Jackson ordered calmly. 

“Because I love your cock, sir” you choked out, emphasizing the correction. With the release of your throat, Jackson sighed. 

“That’s a good whore” Jacksont grinned at you, flexing his hips forward. You pouted to him. “My good whore” he corrected himself, dropping his lips onto your neck.

It was pointless, trying to deny the sensation Jackson always brought over your body. It was too much effort to try to hide the pleasure he always bathed you in. 

This is where you belonged, underneath him, figuratively and literally. 

In small circular motions, his tongue swished over your heated skin, his hands ran slowly up and down your torso, his fingers playfully scratching at your nerves, his stubble tickled you. Your arms gradually enveloped around his back, your fingernails scraping at his skin lightly. 

“I’ll always take care of you baby girl. You know that right?” Jackson asked as he pushed his boxers down enough to free his throbbing length. 

“Yes, Jackson” you breathed out, laying your head back carelessly. 

“Could have gotten you killed, interfering with my business, like a little fucking brat. But I saved you…” Jackson grinned as he lined himself up with your gushing entrance.  

“No Jackson” you shook your head, moaning out softly as he gently pushed himself inside of you. 

“Who are you lying to?” Jackson snorted as he rested himself completely inside of our canal.

“This isn’t living” you countered, your hands rising up to the back of his neck, your legs raising up to your hips in unison.

Jackson couldn’t help but to laugh as his hips snapped back and forward. His lower lip was stuck in between his teeth as he searched for the perfect pace and speed.

“For someone who is constantly high, you sure as hell are conscious” he remarked, his hands holding onto your sides.

“I was always smarter than you” you murmured, biting onto your lower lip. 

Jackson laughed gently as his teeth nipped at your earlobe. 

“Yet look at where you are now. Be my good girl, I want to spoil you rotten. Don’t you want those things?” He toyed, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud. 

“Yes Jackson” you answered emotionlessly. 

Most of the time it was easier to give him what he wanted, your complete submission. You were always so weak, tired, feeling out of body. The effect his touch had on your body was the biggest punishment. If you weren’t always so high, you’d be heavily humiliated with how badly you craved him. The control he had over your body was frightening, he was your puppeteer, always pulling on your strings despite how desperately you tried to cut yourself free. 

“I want to give you the world” he professed as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you to. 

“I want to kill you” you whined out, face twitching as the high stimulation took over full steam ahead.

“No you don’t, you could never do such a thing” he mumbled, his hands pinning yours above your head. 

“But I’ve tried” you groaned as he hit your cervix. 

“And that’s okay” he assured you, kissing you in a sloppy manner as if to comfort your distressed thoughts. “You’re learning to be my good girl, yeah?” Jackson asked, teasing your bundle of nerves as he kept your pleasure swimming by the edge. 

“Yes Jackson” you shamefully admitted, your eyes swelled with tears as his thrusts became more painful. 

His mouth fell open into a large smirk at the sight of you crying. It was one of his favorite looks of yours. Over mere seconds, your tears formed into a stream as you sobbed underneath him. The clarity of your predicament washed over you once more. 

“Yeah, you’re so fucking pathetic. Acting like a tough, stuck up bitch. But you’re nothing but a little whore for cock, my cock to be precise” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing size.

The sounds of your troubled moans always felt like a melody to him. The mixture between your logical and sensual thoughts left you in shame. Jackson kissed you deeply, your mouth was wide open but you refused to kiss him back. The taste of your tears made him growl like a wolf.

“Fuck, your director would be so disappointed in you. Everyone thinks you’re fucking dead. So get the stupid thoughts of breaking free out of that little mind of yours” he sneered, his free hand holding your chin in place as you tried to turn your head to the side. 

“Stop talking Jackson” you whimpered, desperately trying to focus on the pleasure and not his taunting words. 

“No one is looking for you. I have no tails, nobody cares about me. Only you did, you felt it too from the beginning, just like I did, our connection” he grinned as his balls slapped against your entrance. 

“Shut up Jackson” you whined as you felt your climax build. 

But Jackson loved watching you cry. It was amusing to watch your emotional strength crash, it was pleasing to look at your humiliation. A wonderful reminder of how reliable you are on him. Jackson loved to pull your strings around, to keep you on your hands and knees as he yanked you across the dirt. 

“Bet you wanted me to steal you away from your useless life. Now your biggest stress is wondering how many times you’ll get to squeeze my cock each day” he moaned out, kissing your tears away. 

“Shut the fuck up Jackson!” You screamed out as loud as you could, your weak body thrashed under him but it quickly left you exhausted. 

“Someone’s getting sober” Jackson pointed out with a grin, holding you down effortlessly. “Might just keep you tied up instead, I like your screams” he winked to you. 

“Please stop, please, please” you begged repetitively as he continued to fuck you senselessly. 

“Then tell me what I want to hear” he sighed, his hand combing back his damp hair from the sweat that trailed down his forehead.

“N-no” you shook your head, you could feel him twitch rapidly inside of you.  

You knew exactly what he wanted you to say. It was the thing you hated doing most. He always wanted you to say it when you were so close to finishing. 

“Please” he toyed, playfully begging you as he kept your built orgasm dangling from the edge.  

“Come on baby girl, make me feel good” he grunted as he smacked your rear. 

There was another weak shake of your head so Jackson held his body still inside of you. Pathetically, just like he always described you as, you whined out at the pressure built in your core. All you wanted to do right now was come undone, feel something good in this torture. But Jackson stared at you sternly, menacingly. His hands pressed down on your hips as you tried to rock yourself around him. 

“I-I love you” you admitted, your cheeks beet red. 

Instead of fucking you senselessly like you assumed he would. Jackson pulled himself out and jerked himself over you. Quickly, his white ropes of semen sprayed over your sweaty stomach. You panted, looking at the mess he made on you as your distressed expression made him chuckle silently. 

“I love you too” he replied blankly. 

As you caught your weak breath, Jackson laid his body on top of yours, his fingers touched your sensitive core, gently teasing you. You moaned out, ready to do anything to free yourself of your painful climax. 

“But so, drugged or tied?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow to you.

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Euphoria (2019) ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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hello!! hope you've been doing good babe! <33

Heyyyyy, I’ve been doing okay, hruu??

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Me a writer not wanting to write because I feel like I’m bad at it 😭 but I’m back yall imma try to post a fic by tonight

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Omg stggggg this atee

cw: rafe and r slap each other (like actually 😭 not in a sexual way)

“rafe, calm the fuck down! you’re being so dramatic!” you called while you stomped after rafe, who was angrily making his way back to his truck.

“i’m being dramatic, are you fucking kidding me?” rafe halted, quickly spinning on his heels to face you. “my fucking sister and her disgusting friends had the nerve to show up at my party and cause a fucking scene after what they did, and you’re calling me dramatic?” you rolled your eyes at him as he pressed his fingers into his chest, motioning towards himself while spoke.

“yeah..that’s literally what i just said. you sound like a fuckin’ crybaby. ‘oh! wah wah wah! look at me! i’m big, scary rafe cameron and i’m outside crying because my bitch sister showed up to my party uninvited after her friends rightfully beat my ass!!!!’ like, i need you to be extremely fucking seri-“

you were cut off by a smack to the side of your face. your head whipped to the side so quick it left you speechless. you stood in front of rafe, in shock, bringing your lips inward and nodding.

“okay, that’s fine. i guess that’s what we’re doing now.” you shrugged and looked rafe in his eyes.

his heart broke when he saw the hurt and betrayal all over your face. his breath caught in his throat and he swallowed quickly, saying your name carefully.

“i’m sorry. oh my god- fuck, i’m sorry, okay? you know i’m sorry, right? i just-you just-“ you cut him off with a swift backhand, one he never even saw coming. his jaw clenched when he felt your diamond ring scratch his cheek.

rafe brought his hand to the side of his face and wiped off the small drop of blood that had gathered before turning to look at you.

“don’t fucking come near me again-don’t even think about me- until you can tell me why the fuck you thought it was okay to do that and why the fuck you won’t ever do it again. fucking pussy.” you rolled your eyes at rafe and walked away, leaving him speechless with his mouth wide open.

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Omg just now reading this and it’s amazing <3333 you just write race so accurately omg 🤌🏾😫

》 LEAVING TONIGHT — rafe cameron x reader

{ part 2 }

word count — 5.7k

warnings — MDNI, dark!rafe (he’s very much unhinged in this one), reader can be kook or pogue tbh, abusive relationship/DV + mentions of, no actual smut but mentions of, swearing, confinement, restraints, kidnapping (?? could be considered ig), drug use + mentions of, victim blaming, lmk if i’m missing anything!

summary — based off of this ask! ty for the request and for saving me from this writer’s block 😭💕

a/n — OKKK MISSED U GUYS SM. i’ve been struggling w writing lately and just in general tbh LMAO so i would be extra appreciative (if thats even possible) for any feedback and love on this one <3 anyway this is my 500th post 🤭 didn’t expect it to be this long but here we are!! leaving tonight by the neighbourhood is a good one to listen to while u read btw! ty to everyone who sent requests yesterday, i’ll be getting to them! happy thanksgiving loves 🤍🤎

Things with Rafe started off great, but the honeymoon phase lasted a strikingly short amount of time.

The oldest Cameron could only mask his true colors for so long.

Date nights and surprise gifts, kisses and love making quickly turned into arguing, witholding affection, criticizing you for every little thing.

You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells, always worrying that you would say or do the wrong thing and cause your boyfriend to snap on you.

And it didn’t take much to set Rafe off.

But your resilience was one of the things Rafe admired about you.

You could take whatever he dished out to you, whatever insults or profanities he spat, whatever blows or shoves he dealt, and move on.

He didn’t even have to say sorry anymore, you were the one apologizing to him when he lashed out.

You didn’t complain, didn’t try to make the problems Rafe subjected to you anyone else’s problem. You knew better.

You’d stopped fighting back, both physically and verbally, long ago.

You were conditioned at this point, trained to take Rafe’s rath in stride and still go on about your day afterwards.

The amount of assaults and verbal lashings you’d been subjected to didn’t necessarily align with Rafe’s true stance.

The boy wasn’t too fond of his correctional methods.

He didn’t like putting his hands on you. He hated yelling at you, calling you names, ridiculing you, but he didn’t have a choice.

Rafe had a temper. He had anger issues, among a slew of other unsolved mental and emotional issues. Anything could piss him off, anyone could set him off, and click on the voices in his head.

His actions were always fueled by those incessant voices in his head.

They were loud. So loud, so overwhelming, so persistant.

They told him when he needed to correct your behavior, and the voices lacked a moral compass, too.

He would go until the voices finally whispered ‘enough, enough, enough’, and it was only then that he’d decide to spare you from any further mistreatment.

Rafe just couldn’t control his anger, and you just happened to be the most accessible outlet to channel it through every time.

Plus, you were great at bouncing back afterwards.

There were plenty of times Rafe was sure he’d overdone it, went too hard on you, hit you too harshly or choked you for too long. But somehow, you managed to get up and redeem yourself without any further issue, every single time.

You were strong, strong enough to deal with him on his worst days and his good ones.

Today in particular was a hard day for Rafe. His dad had laid into him all morning about some numbers he’d messed up in the company books.

Truthfully, Rafe could’ve done everything right by his dad and still be subjected to his violent tendencies. He was never good enough for the Cameron patriarch, and the feeling of inadequecy was eating him alive.

Safe to say, Rafe needed to be alone when he got home that afternoon.

So, he fixed your palm with a few blue notes and sent you on your way. You’d kill some time shopping in the city, while he took advantage of his alone time.

According to you, Rafe had stopped using cocaine completely, ditched the bad habit months ago.

But you only knew what you could see, what Rafe fed you to be true.

And in truth, the boy did try to stop using.

He managed to make it almost a full 24 hours without a fix the day after he informed you of the lifestyle change, but again, the voices in his head directed his actions.

He was at Barry’s the very next morning, you thought he was at work while Rafe was really buying enough coke to make sure he didn’t need to travel back to the Cut anytime soon.

He’d never admit that he was too weak to kick the habit all together, so he’d send you away instead, keeping his affair with the forbidden drug private.

Rafe kept his bag stashed under the mattress in your room. It might have seemed like an obvious hiding spot, but he knew you had no reason to be peering under there anyway.

He fished for the bag blindly, hand manuevering between the mattress and bed frame in search of his stash.

He both felt and heard the sound of a plastic baggie rustling beneath his fingertips, and sighed in relief when he tugged on it, eager to knock down a couple lines after the day he had.

But the bag he pulled out would do nothing to get him high in that moment.

Because the bag Rafe brandished was full of paper.

Cash.

A large amount, from the looks of it.

Some bills were wadded up, some folded different ways and directions, but all corraled into one Ziploc bag.

Your initials were scribbled in Sharpie at the bottom of the bag, and Rafe felt the voices awakening as he stared at the two letters.

The wad of cash stashed under the mattress in your shared bedroom was more than enough to elicit a fit of rage in the kook.

Because Rafe just couldn’t understand.

You had it so easy.

Most women only dream of being able to stay at home, live rent and bill free while the man handles the career, the finances, the planning.

The only thing you had to worry about was making it to your sunset yoga classes or your spa sessions on time.

You didn’t have to desire for anything.

Whatever you wanted, Rafe made it his mission to get it for you, and then some. 

Modestly, you never asked for much. Ever. He would offer to take you shopping, refresh your wardrobe, buy you nice bags, any monetary gesture he could conjure to make up for whatever abusive behaviors he exerted that week. 

He funded every aspect of your life, made everything easy and seamless for you.

All Rafe asked for in return was your unconditional love. You’d promised to stay with him, to see him through his drug addiction and anger issues, to help him and support him as he worked to be a better man for you, for his family, for himself.

But you just couldn’t do that, could you?

Something in your brain must have short circuited, convinced you that trying to leave in the middle of the night was a smart idea.

When in reality, it was probably the stupidest decision you could’ve made.

Rafe should’ve known.

You always declined his offers more often than you accepted, so he should’ve known something was up when you started making more requests, seemingly out of nowhere.

You usually didn’t care to get your nails done, but you’d been frequenting the nail shops in recent months. Your hair was typically styled one of a few ways, but you’d randomly started asking for money for hair appointments too.

Rafe didn’t mind it. He was glad you were asking for more money from him; he loved the fact that you depended on him for it. It allowed him more leverage, more things to hold over your head or bribe you with in the future.

Rafe cursed himself for missing such an obvious clue that something was up. You’d been pocketing the money, or most of it anyway, and stashing it away under the mattress.

On the bed the two of you shared. The bed he laid his head every single night, right beside yours. The boy clenched his fists, eyes falling shut as he started to think of all of the nights he’d laid his head on top of your little escape fund.

The stack of paper was a blantant act of bretrayal. Rafe felt double-crossed, and it burned, just like a papercut.

Blue eyes couldn’t peel away from the money, staring at his palm in disbelief. Rafe’s mind combed over any reason you would’ve hidden his money under the bed other than what he knew was the obvious truth.

The one person that was a part of his life by choice, who chose to stick around despite his flaws, wanted to leave him. The only person who stayed because they wanted to, not because they were teathered through blood or familial ties, had planned to leave him.

It was a miracle he found the stash when he had; who knows which day you’d planned to sneak off?

It could’ve been tonight, for all he knew.

All Rafe could think about was how much of your relationship had been a scam.

How much of his time and money invested into you was wasted?

How many of your words, your promises had been nothing but lies?

When you told him you loved him no matter what, how far were you stretching the truth?

When he left you alone to go take care of business outside of the house, how much time did you spend planning your escape? How many days had passed where you planned to walk out of the door and never return, but waited another day instead?

Then he thought about every time he’d come home to find you in the garage or heading out of the door… had you been ready to leave each time, only for him to soil your plan?

Rafe could no longer decipher what was true from false, and it pissed him off.

You weren’t supposed to be a liar like Sarah.

You weren’t supposed to fake concern and love towards him like his dad.

You were supposed to be different…but the Cameron blood must have worn off on you by association.

Which would be unfortunate, since Rafe had big plans for the two of you.

He wanted nothing more than to replace the promise ring he’d gifted you with a realone.

You stayed with him, loved him no matter how harsh he was with you, how often he treated you like anything less than a human, and that’s why Rafe knew he was going to marry you.

You’d be his wife, he was sure of it…

Until now.

Rafe’s first instinct was to march down to the department store to throw the money at you, if you were even really there, he thought. You were a liar, clearly you couldn’t be trusted. Rafe was sure if he’d found the bag later on that night after you returned back home, it probably would’ve had at least one more blue hundred dollar bill tucked right on top.

Confronting you in the store would be the first act of aggression before the voices in his head inevitably pushed him to take things farther.

Rafe had to simmer the boiling pot, had to settle his thoughts. He had to let you think your little plan was still in motion.

So, he gave the bag one last bone-crushing squeeze within his palm before he shoved it back under the mattress, right where he’d found it.

He fished further to find what he’d been looking for in the first place, except now he needed more than just a couple of lines to satiate his nerves, the fury he felt at your act of treason.

The burn was overwhelming as the powder funneled through his nostril, straight to his brain, which was racked with dark thoughts about how he should handle your defiance, your secrecy.

He could only wonder how long you’d been planning to leave him…

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It definitely was not a spur of the moment decision.

You’d been saving up the money for months, planning your escape. Anytime Rafe offered you money, you’d ask for more than you really needed, pocketing the extra cash in your secret hiding spot.

You figured Rafe had no reason to be rummaging under the bed, so you kept the money hidden under your mattress, the same place Rafe used to keep his coke stashes, back when he still used. 

You’d hoped to have $5,000 saved before having to use the money.

You weren’t sure how much you had currently, but you didn’t have it in you to care.

After Rafe threatened your life during an argument last week, you decided enough was enough. 

The more you listened to true crime podcasters telling stories of relationships gone wrong, the more you realized Rafe was exactly like the men they described, abusing their partners until they finally snap, and end up killing them. And a lot of the girls didn’t even get a clear, verbal warning like the one Rafe had given you.

You didn’t want to end up like the girls on the other end of the crime, but that’s exactly where you feared you were headed.

So you would’ve ran for the hills with just $20 if that was your only option.

Your bag was packed, stowed away in the trunk of your car in the garage, ready for your departure.

All you needed was the key from the foyer, and you’d be on your way.

You silently prayed that it would be as easy as it sounded on paper.

If only you had a way of knowing that Rafe had already found your bag earlier that day…

You held your breath as you tiptoed through the home, nearing the front door where the key holder was bolted to the wall.

The house was just as quiet as it was dark, so you didn’t recognize the empty spot where you were sure you’d left your keys until you got close enough to reach, only for your fingers to find a bare hook.

Your eyes grew wide, but you tried to mask your panic, tried to steady your breathing even as your hands shook.

Did you move them and forget to put them back?

Did they fall off of the hook? 

You glanced down at your feet, eyes met with nothing but hardwood before they darted back up to the bare spot where your key should be.

“Looking for these?”

The voice made you flinch harshly before it then rendered you frozen in place, every hair standing on end as the question filled the silence in what you thought was an empty living room.

You didn’t dare turn around, even as heavy footsteps gradually grew louder and closer.

Rafe didn’t rush over to you, he didn’t need a sense of urgency. He knew you wouldn’t run.

You had no choice but to admit defeat when a harsh grip on your upper arm yanked your body around, giving you no option but to come face to face with your boyfriend.

His large hand wrapped around your throat before you even had a chance to speak, scream, plead for forgiveness, anything.

Rafe used the hold on your column to push you backwards, feet tangling together in the process.

The only thing that stopped you from tripping over your own two feet and landing on the hardwood floor was the front door that you fell back against instead.

Rafe held you there as he pressed his body into yours, the gateway to freedom ripped from your fingertips and used as a barrier instead, locking you in the house with the one person you were hoping to rid yourself of.

He didn’t say anything as he drew a hand up beside you.

You screwed your eyes shut tightly, waiting for the blow you knew you were in for.

But his palm never connected with your face.

Instead, a light jingling sound had your eyes slowly fluttering open, landing on the car keys Rafe was dangling in front of your face.

Tears sprang to your eyes as you shifted against the door.

Rafe picked up on the movement, quick to shove his knee inbetween your legs, making it almost impossible to try to flee from the uncomfortable position.

You’d seen Rafe at his worst. You’d seen him completely strung out, been there for him when he was a sobbing, emotional wreck, when he was an angry, rageful monster bulldozing over you completely.

He’d scared you before, and there had been plenty of times you were sure the man standing in front of you couldn’t possibly be Rafe.

This was much worse, though.

His eyes were no longer blue, but a dark hue as he forced the entirety of his strength onto you.

His face was twisted into a sinister sneer, lip curled inward as his fingers curled tighter around your throat.

Wild eyes darted across your entire face, Rafe unable to focus his gaze on just your eyes as his mind ran wild.

He couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his lips as he drank in your startled, trembling, terrified state. He knew he’d caught you off guard, knew he’d scared you beyond belief, and Rafe thrived off of your fear.

“What? What’s a matter?”

The question was rhetorical. Not just because the tight grip on your throat was robbing you of air and your ability to speak, but because Rafe already knew the answer.

“What? Did I spoil your little plan? Hmm?” His voice was so low, so condescending as it cut through the tension in the air.

His grip on your throat didn’t relent until he finally grew tired of your silence. Even though he was stealing your ability to talk, the voices told him you were ignoring him on purpose.

Blantantly disrespecting him, like you had been each time you lied to steal his money, saving it to run off without him.

Your hands flew to your throat, instantly gasping and choking on what little oxygen managed to squeeze through your constricted airways.

Tearful eyes were glued to the floor in the process, avoiding the harsh glare you could still feel burning into your skin.

Rafe fixed that though, roughly grabbing at the hair at the back of your head, scratching your tender scalp in the process. He yanked your head up, leaving you no choice but to face him directly.

You were still coughing, struggling to breathe again when he spat out, “tell me what you planned to do tonight.”

“Rafe,” you somehow managed to choke out his name, hardly above a whisper, “please-!”

His grip on your hair only tightened, and you winced in pain.

“I said tell me what you fucking planned to do tonight.”

You were a sobbing, sniffling mess in Rafe’s hold, and it only provoked him to press harder.

You gasped when his free hand moved to your jaw, fingers squeezing harshly, pressing the skin of your cheek into your teeth until you couldn’t take the pain anymore, forced to drop your jaw and allow his fingers to squeeze further without the restrictions the hardness of your teeth warranted.

“Use your fucking words, Y/N. What were you going to do tonight?”

“I-I…” You started shaking your head, unable to accomodate Rafe’s confrontation.

Even though it was clear he knew what the truth was, you were still scared to admit it, scared to say it out loud and confirm his suspicions.

“You what?” You shifted your weight to the pads of your toes, trying to stand on them to alleviate some of the pain stemming from your scalp.

“You were stealing from me? Lying to me so you could make some-some fucking rainy day fund?” He was so close to your face as he seethed at you, you could see the saliva flying off of his lips as he laid out your plan for you.

“Thought you could sneak off and leave me in the middle of the night?”

You shook your head vigorously, one hand still gripping Rafe’s wrist near your head while the other moved to push at his chest that was pressed flat against yours.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat, shoving your arm away. He relinquished his hold on you, and you were quick to scramble further down the wall, chest heaving as sobs racked through your body.

“Aww, don’t cry now, baby,” his tone had switched in an instant, now softer and mimicking a faux concern as he stepped towards your trembling frame.

You shivered when his large hand cupped your face, the touch so gentle and soft, a conflicting contrast to the harsh tone and grip he’d had on you just moments ago.

You dared to lift your gaze, but your eyes trailed up to his anyway.

“You wanna leave me?” He asked, eyes wide and glued to yours.

You couldn’t find the words to say.

Rafe’s question totally threw you off guard.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He spoke slower this time, spacing his words out as if he was speaking to a child, “do you want to leave me?”

You couldn’t speak, too afraid that both a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ would set him off either way.

Rafe took a step back, giving you more space to think over your next move. He hoped you’d choose wisely.

“There’s the door.” He said matter-of-factly, “no need to fucking sneak around me like I’m some-some idiot or something,” Rafe tapped the side of his head a couple of times for emphasis. 

The offer to leave freely through the door would have calmed you, if you could only take Rafe seriously.

The sudden change in his demeanor scared you. Just seconds ago, he was throwing you against the same door he now was telling you to use to leave.

“Just go. Walk out the door.” He gestured to the door, but your eyes didn’t leave his.

You were sure Rafe was going to snatch you up when you took a cautious step forward, but the harsh grip never came.

So, you took a couple more slow steps. The door was so close, it was hard for you to believe Rafe was going to let you walk out that easily….

And rightfully so.

Because as soon as your fingertips so much as grazed the cold metal knob, a hand was at the back of your head, Rafe yanking you back into his hard chest by your hair.

The fucking audacity, he thought as he corraled you against him.

The mere steps you’d taken when he offered the ultimatum only served to piss him off even further.

Your hands flew up to his own, trying to pry his fingers off of you to no avail.

Rafe leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he ridiculed, “God, you really are fucking stupid, Y/N,” 

“Rafe!” You struggled against him, legs flailing and nails scratching at any exposed skin you could get your hands on.

One of your longer nails eventually dug deep enough into his arm to draw blood.

The stinging pain and the sight of the crimson droplets had Rafe clenching his jaw together, and he was quick to shove you away.

“Fucking bitch,” he mumbled as he examined the scratch.

That was all Rafe said before furious eyes met yours. He cleared the gap between you, reared back and delivered a swift, brutal slap clean across your face.

You cried out as your head whipped to the side, no time to recover before Rafe grabbed you up, forcing your back against his chest once again.

The boy dragged you backwards against your will, back through the house you’d summoned all of your courage to try to leave.

Your head was still spinning from the slap, combined with the oxygen you lacked while Rafe was choking you out against the door.

You continuously tripped over your feet, legs weak and wobbly, and each time your body tried to slump onto the floor, Rafe would only tighten his grip and yank you back up harshly.

He was growing more and more frustrated by the second, the voices in his head growing louder with each step he took.

“Fucking walk!” He spat, “You can walk, don’t fucking act like you can’t,” his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, “You were about to walk outta that front door just fine, hmm?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, only opening them again when you felt the surface below your feet soften.

It felt like he’d been digging his nails into your scalp for ages by the time he made it to a stopping point.

Light flooded your eyes, they had to adjust to take in your new surroundings.

Rafe wouldn’t allow you to turn around at first, holding you firmly in place, fingers moving to dig into the flesh of your neck and shoulder.

So your eyes fell to the floor, and you noticed you were standing on a rug now.

You recognized the pattern even through your blurred vision. You were looking at it upside down, but the grapes and wine bottles were clear on the rug residing just outside of the only door you’d never been through in Tannyhill.

The wine cellar was strictly off limits to all of the Cameron kids, even the oldest, so you couldn’t figure out why Rafe had dragged you to this part of the mansion at first.

You wanted to ask, but you didn’t say a word when Rafe turned you around by your shoulders before slinging an arm across your chest to push you back and hold you against the cold wall.

Again, you tried, “Rafe-!”

“Shut up,” he spat, “I don’t wanna hear you talk.”

You listened, screwing your lips shut tight.

If staying silent would avoid another slap, another tug of your hair, you wouldn’t open your mouth to say anything. Not even a ‘sorry’.

“I do everything for you…” He sniffled, narrowing his gaze at you.

“I make your life so easy, all you gotta do is ask and you know its yours. Correct?”

You swallowed hard.

“Y-Yes…”

“Correct?” He repeated himself, tone more stern this time.

“Correct...” You amended your word choice quietly.

“All you have to do is-is sit in this house and obey. You have no responsibilities other than doing what the fuck I tell you to do,”

“I’m-,”

He ignored you, continuing on with his scolding, “All I ask for in return is your love, and the fucking truth.”

You choked on your sobs, head pounding, eyes puffy and red now.

You felt like you’d disappointed him, and you hated the feeling.

But you also couldn’t understand why you even cared. Rafe did nothing but disappoint you, 24/7.

“So tell me then, Y/N, why the fuck would you try some stupid shit like that?”

You finally found your words when he shook you violently, the back of your head bouncing off of the wall a number of times.

“I’m sorry! I’m s-so sorry! I-I didn’t think-!”

“Yeah, yeah that’s right. You didn’t fucking think.”

“I’m sorry,” you tried again, softly.

Rafe tilted his head at you.

“No, no, don’t be sorry baby,” His face mimicked a look of confusion and concern, though you knew both were fake.

“You just don’t think, like you said.”

You shook your head with what minimal movement Rafe’s tight grip would allow for.

“But that’s okay though,” he said, though you both knew everything was far from okay.

Rafe kept you against the wall while his free hand moved to turn the knob.

“Wha-?” Your question was cut off when you were yanked away from the surface, your frame crashing into the taller one before Rafe positioned you just in front of the now open doorway.

You were surprised to see a long set of stairs leading to had to be the famous Cameron wine cellar, based on the smell that hit your nose when you drew in a sharp breath.

“You’ll have plenty of time to think in here.”

There was no chance to register the weight of his words before Rafe was tugging at you harshly.

What little fight you had left was reinstated when he started lugging your weak frame down the staircase.

You pried at his arms while your feet stumbled over one another continuously, Rafe purposely robbing you of the chance to catch your footing.

He held you a bit higher, just too high for your feet to plant securely on the steps. If Rafe wasn’t going to throw you down, then he would be the one to walk you down the steps. He would decide what happens to you now, since you demonstrably needed to be reprimanded.

And his previous methods clearly weren’t cutting it.

Several times during the descent, you would have collasped down the rest of the staircase if it wasn’t for the burning hold at the back of your head.

When you finally reached the bottom of the stairs, you were out of breath, as was Rafe. He forced all of his strength onto you, pulling you further into the unfamiliar room.

The first thing you noticed was the never ending collection of wine bottles. Surely, there had to be thousands of dollars funneled into the fancy glass bottles plastering the many shelves in the cellar.

Rafe forced you to avert your gaze when he rounded a corner, and that’s when your eyes fell upon the only two things housed on this side of the room: a dingy air mattress, and what appeared to be a makeshift chain of some sort, bolted into the wall at the head of the inflatable bed.

Panic immediately ensued, and your adrenaline allowed for more strength than you would’ve had otherwise.

You struggled against him, but you were no match for Rafe, the inevitable victor time and time again.

“Relax, baby,” Rafe cooed in your ear, shushing you softly as your cries and pleads increased, growing more frantic with each step you were forced to take towards the disturbing set up.

“It’s just temporary.” But the clarification didn’t put your mind anymore at ease.

Was he seriously going to lock you down here?

As if he read your mind, Rafe continued, “Just until I feel like you’ve learned your lesson.”

With that, he shoved you forward at point-blank range, leaving you no choice but to collapse dramatically onto the bed below you.

You discovered the mattress lacked a good amount of air when the plastic dented in as your frame landed on it, offering you some of the impact of the hard tile floor underneath.

You were quick to try to scramble away from him, but Rafe was quicker, grabbing your ankle and yanking your body towards his with a tug so harsh, you thought your ankle might have popped out of it’s socket at first.

“Rafe, please-,” you breathed as his free hand pulled at the chain attached to the wall.

“Be quiet,” he instructed, a nicer way of warning you to shut the fuck up.

Rafe held your foot in place despite your attempts to kick and flail, while he wrapped the metal ring around it, locking the restraint with a loud click.

The cold metal sent chills up your spine.

Tugging at the shackle proved to be pointless, all you got in return was the clanking of the chain against the cold floor. You were sure that if you kicked the wrong way or tried too hard to move, you’d break your ankle.

You blinked up at your captor, tearful, bloodshot eyes following his movements as he kneeled down at your side, sighing loudly while taking in the sight before him.

Rafe wiped over his face multiple times, almost like he was trying to come to terms with what he was doing to you.

You thought maybe he might have a rare change of heart, realize that this was undoubtedly the biggest felony he’d committed against you.

The biggest, but nowhere near the first.

His eyes left your teary ones in favor of your legs, and he didn’t miss the bruises that littered them already from the harsh descent down the stairs.

He rubbed a large palm over the dark spots, attempting to sooth the wounds he’d created.

You melted into the touch, shaky hands clinging onto his arm, unsure if you were trying to ground yourself or him.

“Rafe, I am so, so sorry... please, you have to believe me! I-!” Your voice was so loud, so distressed, compared to the stoic tone he boasted. It served to make you feel like you were the crazy one, like you did do something stupid and he was right for correcting you in such an inhumane manner.

“I know you’re sorry, baby,” He nodded his head, and you found yourself nodding with him, hoping he was flipping his pages to the same one as you.

“I know you’re real sorry,” he brought a hand to the top of your head, softly brushing your hair back. His knuckles then trailed down the side of your face, which leaned into the gesture.

“You know I love you, baby.”

You nodded again, “I love you, Rafe.” You felt pathetic directing the words of affection towards the man who’d just chained you to a wall in his basement, but you were desperate.

At first you were desperate to escape Rafe, now you just didn’t want him to leave you down here all alone.

His lips rolled inward as he shook his head, “I hate that it had to come to this…”

The words sent any sliver of hope you might’ve had right out of the door you were restrained from reaching.

“You did it to yourself, though, baby…”

He took a glance behind him at the stairs, then back to you, once again rubbing over the bruises on your leg.

“Just be grateful I didn’t throw you down them.”

Your lips parted, brows furrowed together in shock. A chaste kiss was planted on your forehead, and you reached out for Rafe as he rose to his full height.

“No, Rafe please don’t leave me down here alone!”

He only sighed again, hands on his hips as he glared down his nose at you.

The look on his face could be mistaken for one of pity, sympathy, but it faded just as quickly as it appeared.

You currently lacked the mental capacity to think about the fact that Rafe had clearlyplanned this.

You had no idea if he’d found out about your plans to leave just recently, and strung this space together to hold you captive after he figured it out.

…But there was also a chance that maybe he’d had this all along, the makeshift prisonjust waiting for you to overstep, to do something to upset Rafe that would require more than just a simple beating or verbal lashing.

He started to turn around, and you made a last ditch effort to tug at his heartstrings, if he had any.

“Rafe, please! I’m sorry!” You couldn’t get the words out fast enough,” I-I don’t wanna leave you, I promise! Please, don’t leave me down here by myself!”

Your voice was hoarse now from all of your crying, cracking embarassingly with almost every other word you managed to choke out.

“You made this decision, not me.” His back was now fully turned to you as he spoke, he wouldn’t even afford you to decency to make eye contact with him as you humiliatingly pleaded for mercy.

“Now you’ll think next time you wanna try something so ignorant like this.”

Rafe didn’t even spare so much as a look back at you before his hand reached up to flick off the lights, leaving you chained to the wall in the dark.

Only an air mattress and the overwhelming stench of alcohol were left to keep you company through your sobs, with no idea how soon Rafe would grant you the light of day again.

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Keep thinking about how the reader literally ate him up in this😭😭😭 “is there anyone else in the room” PLS HE WAS SICK

Sweet Little Lies -R.C

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Warnings: Dark!Rafe, infidelity, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, domestic violence, manipulation, slight mentions of past Dv, seriously Rafe is terrible

Summary: Everything goes downhill once you look through your boyfriends phone.

A/n ✎: Sorry I’ve been gone so long :( I have alot going on in my personal life and it’s been hard to get motivated to write. Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed!!! Btw my request are open again, don’t be shy ;)

Wc: 1.2k

18+ MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

You were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, scrolling through Instagram while waiting for him to return from his shower. You laughed at something your friend sent you until you heard a ‘Ding!’ from Rafe's phone. You were surprised Rafe must have forgotten it; he never left his phone around you after he caught you going through it one too many times, but you ignored it; it was probably his dad or something you had no interest in.

You continued to scroll until you heard another ‘Ding!’ followed by three more. Who could be texting Rafe that many times? As your curiosity rose, you thought to yourself maybe you would just peak, but you knew you had to be quick; every time Rafe saw you even looking at his phone, he got angry, and when you remembered the time he caught you going through his messages, it sent a shiver down your spine.

You gazed at the bathroom door, hearing the water still running, and back to his phone. You quickly grabbed the phone, anxiety heightening as soon as it was in your hands. You tapped the screen, looking down at it in confusion as you read the name of the person texting him.

Sofia.

Your anger and anxiety started to rise as soon as you saw the girl's name. Why would a random girl be texting your boyfriend? What was going on between them? You were about to enter his password when you heard the bathroom door opening. You quickly tossed his phone back to where he had left it, but he noticed it bouncing off the bed and the guilty look on your face.

You sat stiff and played with your hair, pretending nothing had happened, but you couldn't ignore how Rafe looked at you. He lowered his eyebrows, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed; he looked furious.

“What are you doing?” Rafe questioned you as he stalked over to you, towel wrapped around his waist.

He noticed what you were doing, or else he wouldn't be asking you, so there was no point in lying, right?

“Who’s Sofia?” you asked Rafe as you looked up at him through your eyebrows.

You could tell his heart skipped a beat by the way he blankly stared past you as his eyebrows rose. You could also tell the gears in his brain were moving, trying to create a lie; by the way, he stood silently for a moment.

“Why were you going through my phone?” Rafe spat aggressively as he looked back down at you, arms crossed over his chest.

“Why does it matter? Do you have something to hide?” You quickly responded, pushing yourself off the bed into a standing position.

Rafe exhaled loudly as he walked over to you; he didn’t want to say too much. Rafe didn't know how much you saw, but he knew that you already knew way more than he wanted you to.

“Here we go with the accusations again..” Rafe muttered, getting closer and closer to you.

But you wouldn't let him intimidate you; you stood your ground.

“Are you going to answer the question?” you asked bluntly, trying not to get too emotional.

Rafe was making it so blatantly clear he was doing something behind your back; he was hiding something. Why not just answer the question if there was nothing to hide? Why did he freak out whenever he saw you looking at his phone? You knew subconsciously he was cheating; you just wanted him to admit it.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to go through my shit?” Rafe hissed, talking with his hands.

“I wouldn't have to if you would stop fucking around!” you snapped, pushing him slightly.

He didn't move, not even a little bit; instead, he wrapped his hand around your upper arm, gripping it tightly in one swift motion, causing you to wince in pain.

“Who are you talking to?” Rafe asked, looking you directly in the eyes. “Huh?” he sneered, shaking you roughly.

You could tell this wouldn't end well; you should have kept your mouth shut and apologized, but how were you supposed to move on and act fine, knowing your boyfriend was probably talking to other girls? That wasn't happening, and you already started this, so it would be pointless not to stand your ground.

“Is there anyone else in the room?” You hissed sarcastically, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp.

This made Rafe even angrier; first, you went through his phone and accused him of doing something he obviously did, and then, to make matters worse, you were being incredibly disrespectful. He started taking fast breaths before letting go of your arm and pushing you roughly, causing you to collide with his dresser, knocking the wind out of you.

You fell to the floor; the push was unexpected, and you hit the dresser so hard it brought tears to your eyes. This wasn't the first time Rafe had hurt you; it wasn't even the first time he hurt you for this reason. But every time he put his hands on you, it still shocked you.

How could someone who claims to love you like to see you in pain?

Rafe stalked over to you, kneeling over you and gripping a hand full of your hair. His eyes narrowed, looking directly into your tearful ones.

“You want this? Don't you?” Rafe accused, trying to make an excuse for how he treats you. “You act like a bitch and then wonder why I have to hurt you,” he said, pulling your hair back, forcing you to look back up at him.

“Do you hurt Sofia too?” you choked out as your tears spilled over; every breath you took was shaky in response to the pain all over your scalp.

Rafe's jaw clenched, a slight smirk painted on his lips; he looked up and back down at you.

“Maybe I don't. Maybe she knows how to fucking act.” Rafe hissed, pulling your head back further, causing your neck to hurt also.

You didn't respond; you just stared at him as your tears continued to run down your face rapidly. You kind of already knew he was cheating, but you didn't know how much it would hurt to hear him basically confirm your suspicions; while also hurting you physically.

“Maybe that's why I have to fuck other people.” Rafe fumed as he got closer to your face.

“Because you are so fucking irritating.” He let go of you with that, but he was still looking down at you with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw.

And even though he let go, the pain didn't stop; that's the worst thing anyone has ever said to you. You knew you didn't deserve this, yet every time you told yourself you would leave, you convinced yourself not to.

“You wanted this, remember?” Rafe taunted, “What? Can't take the truth now?”

You brought your knees up to your chest, continuing to cry; you weren't just sad and hurt; you were also so fucking angry, angry with yourself for never having to courage to leave Rafe, angry with him for treating you like this, furious with the world for letting so man men get away with this shit.

“Now move; I need to get in my dresser.”

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Heyyy saw ur request were open what about dark!rafe catches you talking shit about him to your friends over text???

How a Girlfriend is Supposed to Act

Warnings: noncon, forced sex, domestic violence, choking, slapping, oral (m!recieving), toxic relationship, gaslighting

Despite being with Rafe for almost a year, you had learned all of the quirks that he had when it came to his possessiveness very early on.

The first time you caught him reading your texts, you were surprised by just how nonchalant he was about the entire situation.

He was sitting on your bed after you returned from grabbing the two of you a snack, scrolling through your phone, not even bothering to look up at you until you asked him what he was doing.

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said it slowly, like he was reminding you of something you yourself couldn’t possibly forgot. The accusing fire in his gaze made you squirm. “Of course I have the right to look through your phone.”

At first you were too surprised to react. You had never really had a reason to look through Rafe’s phone, but you imagined he wouldn’t be too happy if you did.

“Why the fuck do you look so nervous, huh?” He was starting to sound annoyed, and his eyes were flicking between meeting yours and scanning your phone. “Got something you’re trying to hide from me?”

“What? No, Rafe! I just didn’t expect to find you going through my phone, that’s all.” You explained breathlessly. You didn’t know why he was accusing you of trying to keep secrets from him.

Unfortunately, the last thing that you should have done in that moment was try to snatch your phone away from Rafe.

His hand shot out, tightly gripping your wrist as he dug his fingers into the bone beneath your skin. You cried out in pain and watched as your phone fell onto the bed, before bouncing to the floor.

Your boyfriend was furious now, easily pulling you onto the bed by your wrist and onto your back at a painful angle before straddling you. You struggled beneath him, trying hopelessly to stop him from putting his hands on you

When Rafe slapped you across the face the first time, your ears rang and you swore that your vision went white for a moment.

Every sound became muffled but you could hear Rafe angrily chastising you from above, “dumb bitch. I mean, I pay for your fucking phone, so yeah, you’re not gonna talk back to me when I go through it.”

That was months ago, and you later learned that that wasn’t even the first time that Rafe had gone through your phone.

You weren’t cheating on Rafe, that much was 100% true. The problem was that Rafe’s definition of cheating included behaviors that you knew were not cheating.

Texting your classmate a question about homework turned into a two hour long fight that culminated in Rafe giving you a black eye.

After Rafe saw you had and Topper had sent each other a couple funny posts in instagram dm’s, he choked you so hard you passed out, leaving you to cover up the extensive bruising on your neck around your friends and family to avoid explaining what had happened.

Ever since then you had learned to be careful about who you texted, and if you ever texted anyone Rafe wouldn’t approve or said something that he wouldn’t like, you made sure to delete the conversations.

You were always so diligent in covering your tracks.

Except for the one time you really needed to.

After another argument with Rafe had become physical, once you finally got some space away from him you had texted a friend, vaguely venting your frustrations with him, without revealing too many details to make her suspicious that Rafe was hurting you.

As you shakily typed out the texts you couldn’t help but think back on the fight you had had. After catching a guy staring at you in the club, the moment you returned home, Rafe had been quick to grab you by the throat, pushing you up against the wall before hurling insults at you.

“I mean you dress like such a fucking slut, no wonder I have to chase these guys off. I bet you wanted his attention, didn’t you?” His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you with disgust.

You were so shocked by his outburst you had barely registered the fingers crushed your throat, and you finally gasped for air against his strong hand. “N-no, Rafe!”

His grip tightened as he regarded your fearful eyes, “nah, you always think you can fool me sweetheart but you never can.” His chuckled, but there was no hint of humor in his eyes, “I saw you looking at him when we first walked in.”

You shook your head against him, tears gathering in your eyes as you begged with him, “I wasn’t baby-”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.” He spat at you, squeezing so hard you were sure you would have deep purple bruises on your neck tomorrow.

“I never should have let you outta the house wearing that dress. You were looking for trouble walking around like that.” Rafe growled, his eyes were ice cold. You knew that he was itching for a fight, and you didn’t want to give him what he wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you struggled to force the words out with such little breath and Rafe finally gave you a respite when he loosened his grip on your throat. “You okayed it before we went out, I thought it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I knew every guy at that bar would be trying to fuck you with their eyes, but I didn’t think you’d be doing the same to them!” The more he spoke, the more pissed off he seemed to be making himself. You knew that he was just convincing himself that his actions were justified.

When he tossed you to the floor, you yelped in pain when your should hit the hard wood. You barely had time to reach for your tender neck before Rafe grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look up at him.

“I mean, do you even love me anymore, Y/N?” His voice sounded hurt, and even though this wasn’t the first time he had used this card on you in the middle of putting his hands on you, you couldn’t deny the tug on your heartstrings you had when you looked into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Of course I do, Rafe!” You insisted, knowing that your enthusiasm was expected and there would be consequences if you didn’t play along.

You were terrified of your boyfriend, and after being with him for so long, you were aware of the ways to deescalate a tense situation. In moments like these you would have said anything to protect yourself.

“Nah, you don’t mean that. You haven’t been yourself lately baby. Always too busy with work to spend time with me and now you’re talking back to me?” He shook his head, tsk-ing as he glared at you disgustedly. “Not to mention, you haven’t been fulfilling all of your duties as my girlfriend.”

You stared at him, puzzled and not understanding his meaning, “what are you talking about?”

“What am you talking about?” He repeated back to you in a mocking tone, like he couldn’t believe how dumb you were to not get it. “I mean, it’s been, what, five days since you last let me have sex with you? I have needs, Y/N. And when you can’t just lay on your back and spread your legs for me, you’re being a bad girlfriend.”

His words stung, and you couldn’t tell if the tears in your eyes were because of the large hand tangled into your hair, or because your boyfriend was acting like you owed him sex, like you were in the wrong right now.

“Now you’re gonna make it up to me, because you are really pissing me off right now, and I don’t want to hear any fucking complaints, do you understand?”

Your body was screaming in resistance, but you numbly realized that you were nodding your head. Rafe’s hand left your hair, finding your chin and gripping your jaw hard.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” the sick grin that was spread across his lips told you exactly how much Rafe was getting off on your humiliation right now and you wanted to be sick.

“I understand.” You forced the words past your gritted teeth, swallowing down the bile that threatened to come up.

Rafe unbuttoned his pants before sliding the zipper down and pushing them down his legs before pulling off his boxers as well.

His dick was hard, a bead of precum already pearled at the tip of his intimidating length.

You swallowed nervously, already afraid of how rough your boyfriend was going to be. You felt like you weren’t ready at all, but the sharp pain the bloomed on your cheek after Rafe slapped you told you that you must have hesitated for too long.

“Quit your damn procrastinating, Y/N,” he hissed, tangling his fingers into your hair again and pulling you to his dick, forcing the tip past your plump lips.

You didn’t have any time to be surprised, gagging and choking on him as he pushed himself deeper towards your throat. He groaned at the feeling of your throat squeezing his cock, urging himself further into the back of your mouth.

Rafe was in heaven, basking in the sight of your teary eyes and the ruined mascara that now trailed down your cheeks. You had looked so pretty at the club tonight, but now you were a crying mess. The noises of your gagging and the steady sound of Rafe’s cock hitting the back of your throat filled the space. Nothing had ever made Rafe hornier than seeing your beautiful, tear filled eyes begging and pleading with his.

He reached out to your cheek, wiping up a bit of saliva that had been forced past your lips. Your glassy eyes were unfocused now that you had given up any thoughts of resistance, too cock drunk to try protesting against the stronger man.

You were doing all you could not to gag on him and choke, knowing full well that that would only spur him on. Every time you pushed at his thigh to get him to ease up, he would slap your hand away with an annoyed grunt.

His pace was relentless now, one hand was gripping your hair and the other was at your throat, holding you still so he could push himself deeper.

“That’s right baby, fuck,” he bit back his groans, ignoring your gagging and desperate eyes when he forced himself too far down your throat, literally choking you with his cock. “Oh fuck- god Y/N, you’re better than any sex doll, you know why?”

He knew you couldn’t answer him, especially since he had started thrusting faster past your messy lips, but he still paused to drink in the sight before him.

“Because they can’t fight back,” Rafe sneered, picking up his pace again, reaching a punishing fervor.

The blond’s dick was slamming into the back of your throat while the large hand at your throat squeezed in warning anytime you so much tried to pull back.

He sped up on final time, chasing his high by forcing you to take all of his cock. Rafe held you in place and watched you choke on him for a couple seconds before letting out a low groan and spilling his salty seed down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow every drop of it.

When he pulled his dick out of your mouth, you took a gasping breath, but weren’t allowed much air before Rafe slapped you across the face hard.

“From now on, I expect this and more from you every night we’re together. Because that’s how my girlfriend is supposed to act. And if you think about giving me any lip about that, then I’m gonna make you wish you had just kept your pretty mouth shut, got it?”

That rest of the night was no better than the beginning, after Rafe had helped you clean up, he basically immediately led you to your bed.

He chuckled in satisfaction when you didn’t fight back against his wandering hands, and as held tight to your wrists, plunging his cock into your slick cunt, he didn’t say anything about the tears rolling down your cheeks.

The next morning you had woken up sore, your entire body ached, and you weren’t surprised when you looked in the mirror and saw the red and purple blooming around your throat.

Rafe was still asleep, his deep snores letting you know that he wouldn’t be waking up soon.

You quietly snuck into the bathroom, grabbing your phone off of the bedside table on the way. Once you had shut and locked the door behind you, you exhaled deeply, unlocking your phone to check for messages.

Your friend had texted you asking how your night had gone, and feeling perhaps a little too honest, you told her that the two of you had had an “argument.”

‘he thought i was checking out a guy at the bar and said some really rude things to me last night.’ You laughed to yourself as you stared at your own words through blurry eyes. It was both funny and sad to you how used to covering for Rafe you now were.

The bathroom felt more cramped when you remembered that Rafe was just on the other side of the door, despite being asleep.

A new notification popped up soundlessly and you read your friend’s text. She was joking about gathering all of your mutual friends to gang up on Rafe.

If only she knew the extent of what Rafe had done to you. You were sure she wouldn’t be joking then. In spite of that, you were angry with Rafe and wanted to blow off a little steam with your friend.

Which is why you felt emboldened to continue texting her.

‘he’s such an asshole sometimes. i’ve been thinking about breaking it off with him soon.’

You huffed, putting your phone down before finishing up in the bathroom and opening the door.

To your surprise, Rafe was standing on the other side, waiting for you to get out before he brushed past you without a word.

You noticed he was taking longer than he usually did to just pee, and when he finally stepped out of the bathroom, you realized with a horrible chill why he had been in there for so long.

Clutched in his hand was your cellphone, and you could see that it was open to the messages you had just sent.

“‘He’s such an asshole, I’ve been thinking about breaking it off??’” His voice was cold and you cringed hearing him speak your words. There was no denying he had read your texts.

You shivered, frozen in place as he stared you down, his blue eyes boring so deep into you that you swore you could feel them burning straight through you.

Your mouth was so dry, you had never felt so afraid of your boyfriend before. Even after everything he had put you through, you had never said anything about breaking up with him to his face. “Rafe, I-”

If your instincts hadn’t kicked in, you would have taken the blow right to your nose, however you had been lucky enough to dodge the phone fast enough that it only nicked your forehead before smashing into pieces against the wall behind you.

Unfortunately, while you had been focused on dodging your phone, the taller man had closed the gap between you, easily pushing you up against the wall by your throat and choking you with both hands. Rafe’s fingers pressed down against the bruises that they had left there the previous night.

You wanted to scream, but Rafe had knocked the wind out of you and no matter how hard you shoved him, he wasn’t giving up.

“You’re mine,” he hissed as you struggled against him. “Maybe I’ve been hitting you too much recently, because I don’t remember you being this stupid when we first started dating.”

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Rafe had spun you around and pushed you face first into the bed. One of his hands was forcing your head against the mattress, while the other pawed at your silk pajama shorts, opting to rip away the fabric covering you before freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

“You think I’m an asshole?” He growled, the tip of his cock brushed against your slick cunt and you shuddered at the feel of him beginning to force himself inside of you.

“I’ll show you how much of an asshole I can be.”

[stargirllanaa]

Omggggg

“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”

And the last lineee?? This was sooo goood I was on the edge of my seat !!! Omggg amazing

》 NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED — rafe cameron x reader

word count — 4.6k

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, NONCON + mentions of, slapping, choking, breaking and entering, victim blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, lmk if i’m missing any!!

summary — you always hear your next door neighbor arguing with his girlfriend. one night, things get loud and are too scary to ignore, so you call the cops. coming from a past abusive relationship yourself, your only intent was to help the girl you were sure was being abused too…but you could never have guessed how much the good deed would backfire…

a/n — had this idea for awhile, glad its finally done and i hope u guys enjoy!! if you like my work, please reblog & comment!!! if you’re feeling generous, consider supporting my ko-fi, if you’d like ofc. times are tough rn but ily guys <3 barely proofread btw

The sounds of raised voices bleeding through the walls of your apartment didn’t serve as a surprise to you. Focusing your eyes in on the oven clock in the nearby kitchen, you nodded to yourself. 6:30pm. That seemed about right - your next door neighbors were always going at it around this time…but not in the way you’d expect a young couple to be going at it.

You didn’t know much about the pair, only ever seen them in passing, but you knew they could never spend a full 24 hours in peace together. It was always the male’s voice sounding over the female’s, and you felt bad as you sat on the other side of the wall, listening to her night get ruined by a guy who seemed to be the epitome of obnoxious and overbearing.

It was particularly triggering for you, as you already had an instilled disdain for abusive men, having been through the wringer with your ex in the past. You couldn’t say for sure what went on on the other side of the wall, but you could pick out lots of similiarities between your neighbor and your ex just based on what arguments bled through the walls.

Things had definitely gotten heated in the next door apartment on many occasions, but tonight was different. The screaming you heard was louder than your TV, even after you turned it up twice. Your concern really started to spark when you heard what sounded like a crash, and then a loud bang directly on the wall separating your living rooms.

The crying that followed, and the way the man’s voice never let up prompted you to do something you hadn’t done before. 

The 911 operator was quick to take your call requesting a welfare check. Of course, you didn’t want to be that neighbor, so you made sure the police assured you that you wouldn’t be named as the complainant.

They arrived shortly after, and naturally, the commotion died down when the red and blue lights flooded the parking lot.

Lifting a blind with your finger, you watched through your window as the police spoke to the couple separately, offering you a much better look at each of them.

The girl displayed every sign of an abuse victim…every sign of the girl you used to be yourself, years ago.

Arms folded, hugging herself in consolation for the night she’d had; head hung low, no direct eye contact with the officer… 

Compared to her boyfriend who stood tall, hands on his hips and even a smile on his face as he spoke to the other officer. The two almost appeared to be having more of a casual conversation than an interrogation.

The girl seemed to be clutching her shoulder a lot, rubbing over it, and you briefly wondered if the loud noise you heard crashing into the wall was actually her…

You felt uneasy watching everything unfold, especially seeing how uncomfortable the girl looked standing outside, likely every eye in the neighborhood on her.

The cop eventually led her further away from her boyfriend, isolating her on the other side of a car where she was no longer in his line of view. He didn’t seem to like that, based on the look on his face, and the way his voice raised as he tried to peer around the officer, questioning where she was going, why she needed to move farther away. When your eyes darted back to the girl, it was apparent she’d started breaking down. Her sobs rang through your window, and you could only assume the added distance gave her the courage to finally tell the truth, to tell the cops what happened on the other side of the wall that led to you calling them in the first place.

Your heart broke for the girl; you’d been in that exact position before. Your neighbors called the cops on your ex on multiple occasions, and you remembered the pain in your chest as you tried to hold it together until you could get away from him long enough to explain your side of the story.

The officer led her back into the house, which only pissed her boyfriend off even more. He looked frustrated, panicked almost - especially when she came back out with a bag around her shoulder and some loose items in her arms.

“Where the hell’s she going?” He questioned aggressively, again trying to step past the officer who stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“The hell are you doing?!”

You watched the girl avoid eye contact, heading straight for one of the police cruisers instead.

You heard the officer explain to the angry man that in lieu of pressing charges against him, his girlfriend opted to just go stay with a family member for the night.

He cursed at that, annoyance evident as he ran both hands through his hair.

They came to rest on the back of his head, interlocking together as he looked up in frustration.

He’d craned his neck just enough for his eyes to latch onto yours through your window. The moment both gazes met, the man cocked his head to the side.

You scurried back from the window, heart racing as you sat with the fact that you’d clearly been caught spying on your neighbor.

At the same time though, your brain tried to convince you that he somehow hadn’t seen you, and you waited a good minute before daring to peek back through the blind again.

You froze when you looked down to find the stranger’s gaze still casted up at your window, and you saw his eyes linger on you for longer than you were comfortable with. But you didn’t back down this time…that’s what guys like him wanted, it’s what they counted on.

The uncomfortableness loitered around, even after the police lights faded out and the tall stranger eventually sauntered back into his own apartment, now presumably alone for the night.

…Just like you next door.

Sleep found you before your apartment was infiltrated later on that night, so you were completely oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and clicking shut. The footsteps traveling up the stairs and into your bedroom were missed by you too.

A series of soft breaths filled the air, growing louder the closer Rafe crept to your bed.

With a narrowed gaze, he stopped just short of you. He loomed over you, and thoughts darker than your pitch black room swirled around his mind as he eyed you down, studying your sleeping frame and your face.

Rafe had seen you a handful of times heading to your car, checking your mailbox; but never really got much of a good look at you. 

Now, he thought you looked rather peaceful as you slept; a total contrast to the shit starter he could only assume you to be.

He’d noted that you never seemed to have much company over; never seemed to go anywhere besides work, given the fact that you came and went at the same time each day. Clearly, your life was uneventful. No wonder you felt the need to pry into the business of someone you didn’t even know.

So intrusive…so what was wrong with intruding on you now?

His resentment continued to fester the longer he stared at you, until Rafe finally found himself lifting a hand to your nose. He pinched the cartilage, effectively cutting off your airway. His eyes never left you, clocking the first time your chest eventually couldn’t rise again, and you slowly started to stir awake, surely alarmed at the sudden inability to cycle air through your nose.

Your lips parted, chest rising again as you blinked your eyes open. It took you a second to make out the dark figure at your bedside, towering over you with a hand on your face.

As the moonlight bled through your blinds, you made out enough slivers of his face to recognize the man you’d basically called the cops on earlier that night.

The realization had you sucking in a deep breath through your mouth, ready to scream in hopes of someone hearing you and trying to help, the same way you’d tried to help your neighbor.

Now the source of the screams from the girl you’d pitied listening to night after night, had his hands on you.

The reprieve of inhaling through your nose again was short lived as his palm curled over your lips, muffling the hoarse screams you tried to let out.

“Don’t…don’t make a sound.” He pointedly hissed.

It had to be the calmest you’d ever heard the stranger sound, which chilled you.

Every last muscle was tense as the man leaned closer, his face now crowding your own.

Your heart sank, racing in your chest as anxiety and dread began to consume you.

Rafe could sense your fear building as he lowered himself down, a smirk materializing on his face when he felt you start to tremble slightly.

His eyes darted across your face now, revelling in the sight of your watery, wide eyes on him. His dick twitched in his pants, and he only removed his hand from your mouth when he started to speak again. It lingered around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin as if he was just waiting to clamp around it.

“Hi, neighbor,” his voice was low as he elongated the label; and eerily calm given the circumstances, “…don’t think we’re properly met yet…I’m Rafe. What’s your name?”

The way he posed the question so casually scared you. You breathing was picking up as you blinked up at him.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe dipped his fingers into the sides of your neck, applying a bit of pressure as a warning.

You breathlessly forced your name past your lips, and he repeated your name with a slow nod.

He hummed, “pretty. You moved in here…what, couple months ago?” He spoke tauntingly.

“How are you liking the place? Cause, we love it,” he stiffled an ingenuine chuckle before continuing, “not too close to downtown, but close enough to everything you need, y’know?”

You shook your head at the way he carried on such a normal conversation during such a heinous situation.

“How do you like it so far?” His hand still danced around your neck, and you swallowed hard at the looming threat.

“…It’s a little loud,” you finally said, insinuating that you’d heard his outbursts with his girlfriend already, so his friendly neighbor charade was unnecessary.

His laugh was louder this time, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Right…right. Yeah uh, sorry about the noise. My girlfriend gets pretty loud. Can’t say I blame her though…” his hips pressed down further into you for a second, “I make it hard to keep quiet.”

Feeling the stranger stiffen against your stomach had you cringing; his sick intentions were only getting harder to deny.

“S’funny, I never hear anything from your apartment, though…you gotta boyfriend?”

No, because you worried every guy you encountered would just be a watered down version of your ex, just waiting to show his true colors…like your neighbor.

You didn’t want to feed into his game.

“What are you doing in my house?” You tried to keep your voice firm, but it still wavered as you posed the question.

“Ooh,” he whistled, “sore subject, I guess. Newly single, I take it…makes sense.”

You didn’t want to go back and forth with him, but you couldn’t help but press, “…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tears were sliding down your face as the man above you carried on as if he were doing anything besides restraining you to your bed, after breaking into your home in the middle of the night.

“Makes sense why you’re sticking your nose in my business.”

You still weren’t following, but there was no time to linger on the confusion, because with that, the pleasant demeanor he feigned dropped. The man’s tone was more bitter when he spoke again.

“…Cause maybe if you were getting some regular dicking down, you wouldn’t be so concerned with somebody else’s fucking relationship.”

He spat the words at you, emphasis on the profanity as he seethed in your face.

You shook your head, feeling more desperate now as you started to piece things together.

“I’m not-,”

“Don’t shake your head,” he muttered, suddenly adding more pressure around your throat. “I know it was you who called the cops, alright?” He drawled.

He stared down at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.

Again, more pressure from his hand at your throat.

“Right?”

You brought both hands to his wrist now, feeling increasingly anxious the more he restricted your airway.

“I’m glad I did,” you managed to get out, struggle reinsued as the man smirked down at you, “because I know guys like you.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across his lips again.

“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, grip loosening just slightly on your throat as he chose to entertain your little spiel.

You struggled to nod in the firm hold.

“My ex was just like you; could only feel strong when he prayed on something weak.” He seemed to pout at your words.

“But he had no idea how strong I really was. And he ended up exactly where you’re gonna be one day: in jail.”

You felt accomplished in having gotten the risky words out, but you refused to go down without a fight like you used to.

Rafe only laughed though, amused by your boldness. 

“…Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

You strugged against him as he ripped your duvet back and climbed onto the bed, positioning a knee on either side of your frame. You tried to shove at his chest and his face, to flail your legs around; anything to deter the stranger from overpowering you in your own bed…but it was inevitable.

Your struggle only amused Rafe, who eventually did finally pull his hand back from your face.

But he flipped it around, and the backhand that immediately followed dizzied you beyond belief. You were too out of it to put up much of a fight when he almost immediately wrangled your wrists together with a single hand and pinned them above your head.

At the same time, Rafe was also fumbling with his belt, frantically trying to tear it off while you writhed around beneath him.

He was able to secure the leather around your wrists, teathering them to the headboard above your head.

With a frustrated groan, you unsuccessfully tried to tug your arms free. 

Though defeat seemed clear, you squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to deny the sick reality you were faced with.

“God,” Rafe left out a sigh as he examined his arms, clocking a scratch you’d managed to land on one of them.

“My girl learned a long time ago to just lie down and take it…and don’t get me wrong,” he threw his hands up at his sides with a shrug, finally able to use them with your arms restrained above your head and your lower body pinned beneath him, “I love it…”

He was sick. You were sure of it.

“…but something about the way you’re trying to fight back,”

Rafe’s eyes fell shut for a moment as he let out a low groan, cocking his head to the side.

“…You have me forgetting all about that dumb bitch.”

Rafe moved quickly, tearing your blouse down with such intent, it was hard to believe he’d never done this before. Though you now pitied yourself, you also felt even worse for the girl next door. If this man felt entitled enough to do something so vile to someone he didn’t even know, you couldn’t imagine what his possessiveness for his own girlfriend would lead him to do…

But you could definitely guess. Rafe clearly wasn’t too far off from your ex; you were sure he probably treated his girlfriend no better than you’d been treated in the past.

The thought had your chest tightening; you felt that same tinge of helplessness and defeat sinking in that you thought you’d long escaped from.

Slipping back into the familiar submissive state you used to live in with your ex, was inevitable.

Your eyes fell shut, all of your emotions suddenly becoming too much to bare.

Rafe grabbed your face roughly, hand tight on your jaw as he forced your attention back on him.

“Nosey ass bitch,” he spat, and you tried to sink further down into the mattress, wishing you could somehow just fall all the way through and escape the stranger’s wrath.

“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to mind your own business, yeah?” As Rafe said this, he pressed the entirety of his body weight down onto you, and you winced at the added strain to your breathing.

You thrashed and kicked around, but your neighbor was relentless.

Rafe’s anger only made him seem stronger, and he easily overpowered you, forcing you to lay there while he wrestled a hand around the waistband of your pajamas.

You couldn’t do much when Rafe ripped your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion. You couldn’t stop him from bringing his fingers to his mouth and wetting them to make it easier when he plunged two thick digits inside of you.

You immediately let out a pained cry at the intrusion, hips lifting from the bed as you squirmed around beneath him.

“Stop fucking moving,” he spat, gripping your inner thigh in a way you were sure would bruise as his two fingers curled and pulled down in your hole, forcing your hips back down, and your legs to spread for him.

Your struggle didn’t stop, despite the pain.

And neither did Rafe’s pursuit.

“I said hold still!”

A strong hand was suddenly at your throat, suppressing your airway and quieting your cries.

When you seemed to be scared into submission, Rafe released his grip on your throat in favor of your hip again.

“Calm down…I’m just bein’ fair,” he started, “you stuck your nose in my business, yeah?”

Readjusting so he was eye level with your glistening core now, Rafe’s pupils dialated as he stared down his target.

“Only fair I get to stick mine in yours, right?”

That was the only warning you got before Rafe’s tongue fully dipped into you, lapping away at your clit like a man starved as his fingers continued working inside of you.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at the abrupt overstimulation and discomfort.

Rafe’s hand snaked up to your stomach, pressing down and mounting you further into the mattress.

He drew his face back slightly, and you sighed in relief at the momentary retreat of his tongue.

“Did that boyfriend of yours ever go down on you?”

Icy blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs. His fingers didn’t stop, now scissoring inside of you as you squirmed and whimpered.

“I might smack my bitch around…but she takes it everytime.”

More tears spilled over, but Rafe’s rant seemed to empower him. He even sat up a little taller, ego being fed.

“She knows she’ll never have anyone better than me. No one can make her come like Ican.”

The cruel words set your mental healing back years, reminding you of the same harsh insults you ex used to taunt you with.

“…and what about you, huh?”

As he said this, Rafe curled the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot, smirking when your legs began to shake.

“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”

Your back arched against your will as his tongue found your clit again, relentless with its lashings as he hummed into your core.

Rafe continued this until your moans couldn’t be suppressed, and you were teetering on the edge of your release.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against your clit, eyes trained on you as his tongue moved more hastily now.

You let out a strangled cry as your high washed over you, unable to stop your legs from shaking and hips from bucking up.

Rafe finished you off, leaving you no choice but to let the band snap, your release dripping down right into the unfamiliar mouth.

The man licked you clean, pulling his fingers out and swiping around what arousal was leftover, coating your pulsating core.

His balls were heavy long before Rafe finished eating you out; dick rock hard when he finally sat up and repositioned himself in front of you.

The new position gave him better access to his pants, which he unfastened and dropped without a second though.

You watched as his cock sprang to life, slapping against his toned stomach, already leaking from the tip.

The sight had you squirming again; he was huge, and it only elicited more fear within you.

You were positive there was no way you could take such a large dick, no way the stranger could make himself inside of you.

Rafe propped himself up on his hands at your sides and lined his length up with your entrance in a haste.

He couldn’t hold off any longer, only rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds a couple of times before sliding into you abruptly.

His hard cock forced your walls to part for him, despite the way they tightened and screamed in protest.

You couldn’t help but let out your own scream, flares of pain shooting through you as your legs shook even more now.

Rafe’s hand was quick to slap over your mouth, muffling your sounds of distress and forcing your tears to roll around his palm.

The man quickly set a brutal pace, hips ramming down into yours unforgivingly.

The newfound pain between your legs was all you could focus on now; it rendered you unable to put up much of a fight anymore, feeling like you were literally being split in half.

“God you’re squeezing the fuck outta my cock already.” He sounded breathless, voice strained as he rutted into you, eyes rolling back and forth in his head.

“So…tell me,” Rafe eventually spoke up, words choppy as he lifted himself up onto just his knees, still fucking into you, “…your ex ever hit you while you were fucking?”

There was a different look in his eyes when he posed the question; they looked darker now, from what you could tell.

The question appalled you, and you’d just parted your lips to speak when your head suddenly whipped to the side in a violent manner.

The impact stunned you so much, it took you an embarassingly long time to register that you’d been slapped across the face.

Letting out a sob at the realization, you shrunk in on yourself as Rafe’s hips stalled for a second.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, eyes rolling back as the slap had you involuntarily clenching around him, “you like it, don’t you?”

His weight was transferred to his opposite hand and he struck the other side of your face next, shuddering when you clenched around him again.

“Squeezing my cock everytime I hit you.” He let out a chilling laugh, nodding to himself as embarassment washed over you.

“And here I almost bought your little ‘good samaritan’ act. But I see it now…”

Rafe scoffed, and you cried out at a particularly harsh thrust.

His lip curled inward as he drank in your reaction, “You like being roughed up, don’t you? You jealous of my girl? S’that what it is?”

He was taunting you, and you cursed yourself for your body’s response.

All you could do was whine and whimper and cry, pinned beneath your neighbor with no way of fighting back as he continued brutalizing your core.

“You wanna be my new girlfriend? Want it to be you with the fucked up shoulder next?” He grunted inbetween his words, “think that shit’s dislocated, yeah? I mean, you saw, right?”

His calm tone was menacing. You felt the hard length twitch inside of you as he spoke, almost as if he was getting off on thinking of such violent acts…

And he was.

Sneaking into your room with the intention of fucking you was moreso to level the playing field after you practically tried to get him arrested. You tried to take his girl away from him, to separate them, just like every other bad person in his life tried to do…

But there was pleasure in revenge, and Rafe was chasing it.

The more he thought about it, the more strength he exerted with each thrust, and the closer he got to his high that was building.

He had total control of you now, something Rafe craved in every aspect of his life. And the powerful feeling robbed him of any ability or desire to control himself…

A strong hand found its way to your throat again, clammy digits curling around the column and using the hold to drag your limp frame up and down his hard shaft on the mattress. Rafe couldn’t care less that you now struggled to breath under this new grip; he was simply focused on the way your perky tits bounced so beautifully beneath him.

The enticing sight had Rafe eagerly guiding his other hand to your chest, squeezing and fondling your tits.

When your nipples finally stood at attention, Rafe groaned, leaning down so his warm mouth could suction your sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he rotated his hand and mouth between each one, the pace of his hips never faltering in the slightest.

The assault seemed neverending, until the man’s momentum finally slowed briefly, and you thought, you hoped Rafe might be close to finishing.

But to your dismay, it seemed Rafe only stalled so he could slide an arm under your waist, lifting your body from the mattress and therefore allowing his cock to dig into you at increased depths.

“God…so fuckin’ tight, so wet…thought you didn’t want this though, hmm?”

You knew he was just trying to get to you; it was a routine you’d pushed to the back of your mind, but could never completely wipe from your memory.

You couldn’t say anything back as your whimpers and whines of protest filled the air.

After what felt like a lifetime, you started to register the way Rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier and less pointed, his grunts and groans getting louder as he assumably reached his peak.

It was confirmed when you heard him practically whimper himself, followed by the feeling of warm ropes of liquid shooting up into you. You could do nothing to stop him from spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls with the unwanted sticky substance.

By the time Rafe unsheathed his length, you couldn’t help but feel totally and utterly disgusted with yourself.

Though you were doomed from the start, never really standing a chance agajnst the bigger, stronger man; you couldn’t fend off the feelings of disappointment in yourself. Your body felt exhausted, and used. The ache between your legs only seemed to grow as you adjusted to the emptiness, quickly pressing your thighs together, trying to stop the unwanted pulsing of your clit.

You watched through tears as Rafe sat up straight, hovering over you as he fetched his belt from your headboard.

Your wrists were on fire when he tugged on the leather, freeing them from the painful constraints. You let your arms fall down at your sides, rubbing over the now irritated skin with your hands. 

You cringed at the sight of your shirt, now torn and in tatters as it hung loosely off your shoulders, ripped right down the middle.

The agressor was still straddling you, keeping you pinned beneath him as your body shook and your lip quivered.

The man acted like nothing out of the ordinary just happened as he manuevered his belt back around his waist, metal clanging together as he secured it in the front.

You couldn’t take your glossy eyes off of him, just staring up at the man who’d just violated you, digust and anguish evident on your face.

You flinched when Rafe cleared his throat, sinking further into the mattress when his gaze landed on you again.

“Better hope you didn’t fuck things up for me and my girl now,”

You could hear the animosity in his tone as Rafe spoke of the uncertain outcome.

A strong hand found your jaw, and yours immediately found the arm attached to it, nails threatening to dig into the flesh if he tried to take the action any further.

Rafe simply held your face firmly in place, pushing your head down into the mattress while his blue eyes darted all across your face.

“…cause if she doesn’t come back, I’ve got my replacement.”

[stargirllanaa]