"I, uh... posted a pic of you. On my MySpace." Rodrick mumbled, like maybe you wouldn't hear it if he said it quiet enough. He sat in front of his computer on his beat-up desk chair, the glow illuminating his face. You gave him a little grin, crossing the room to stand over his shoulder.
"Lemme see." You demanded, resting your hand affectionately on the top of his head. He looked up at you with a little smile and those eyes ringed with eyeliner, before returning his eyes to the screen to click around a few times.
Your eyes widened in interest when he pulled up the post. It was extremely plain, he "didn't have time" for his blog, though you knew he was kinda terrified what people thought of it, and just didn't want anyone to think he was trying. You knew he definitely was, though, you'd seen the focused way his teeth tugged at his bottom lip when his fingers flew across the keyboard.
It was just a picture of you, one you recognized being from last weekend when you'd been getting ready to go out at his house. You were set up in the bathroom, makeup cluttering every inch of the smooth white countertop and the back of the toilet, too. Hair pulled back so it was out of your way, face intently focused as you put your lashes on. It was a cute pic, even if you weren't all the way ready, you let it slide. You could even see a little sliver of Rodrick in the pic, reflected in the mirror when he'd leaned against the doorframe to take it. You remember turning around and waving him off with a laugh, but he sat with you in the bathroom while you finished your makeup, watching you from the edge of the tub with admiring eyes.
Your eyes caught on the title of the post, which just read "glitter glue drinker" and that made you laugh loudly. A couple of his friends comments only made it worse, one of them reading: "she lookz like it." Rodrick's face was lit up with glee as he watched you laugh, effectively giving your stamp of approval, and he was visibly relieved.
"That's cute." You offered him, leaning down over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, though he kept you there long enough to snag a longer kiss on the lips, and he tasted like a tootsie roll.
skin-to-skin contact is very important to soldier boy.
after being kidnapped and locked away for forty damn years—isolated from any human contact—feeling your skin against his is crucial and an absolute nonnegotiable when he’s driving himself into your comforting slick folds.
ben’s chest is against yours, every time, his weight pressing you straight down into the mattress. he doesn’t care if it’s a little suffocating for you; he needs it. needs you.
he buries his face in your neck; his deep rough grunts reverberate around the room and into your ear, making you whine in response and arch up into him in the way he simply just adores.
the feeling of your soft skin against his soothes the years of his solitary suffering, completely grounding him and pacifying the dark traumatic memories that haunt his body and soul—even if it’s just for a little bit.
he tangles his legs with yours, almost holding them hostage. every part of him is pressed against you while he plunges his member in as deep as you can take him. he has no regard for your wellbeing when he gets like this, working you into a whimpering little ball beneath his firm ‘n tough frame, pounding you into the mattress with his relentlessly harsh strokes.
you don’t seem to care though, you claw up his back—well, not really—but your nails dig and dig and dig into his skin, a physical demand for more, whilst also a plea to slow down his torturous pace.
you’ve heard ben say he wishes you could mark him the way he marks you—bruising your skin with his mouth and hands, the skin of your hips and ass always a deep pink or purple shade, speckled bruises in the shape of his splayed hand or fingertips, evidence of the intensity he feels for you.
when he finally reaches his release, he collapses on top of you, going completely boneless as he softens inside your gummy walls, panting so deeply and huskily it makes you flutter around him from the butterflies in your stomach.
you can beg all you want, but he’s not getting up. not until he feels he’s had enough of you; enough of your body pressed against his; enough of your scent and your sweet little sounds filling his ears.
not until he knows that you’re there with him and you’re staying, not abandoning him like everybody else has.
Warnings: noncon (rape), p in v sex, kidnapping, murder, drugging, stalking, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, abusive behavior
A/N: this fic is directly inspired by the movie P2 (2007) but I changed a couple plot things to make it fit for Rafe. Hope you enjoy!
The click of your heels echoed throughout the large, empty parking garage. You let out a frigid puff of breath as you shivered, pulling your coat tighter around your shoulders as you looked for your car.
After the holiday party had died down, you had volunteered to stay late to finish up a report so you could have Christmas day off with your family. And now, a full hour and a half after everyone else left, you were finally about to be on your way home.
You reached into your purse to fish your keys out, clicking the unlock button to help you find your car.
Chirp chirp!
The sound came from the level above you and you let out a small groan as you began the walk up to the next level.
After spotting your car, you let yourself in, sliding into the seat and closing the door behind you.
You slid the key into the ignition and turned it, but instead of coming to life, your engine stuttered, refusing to start.
“Shit!” You cursed, slapping the steering wheel in frustration. “Fucking seriously?!”
All you wanted right now was to get home to see your family, but now it appeared your car might not even be leaving the garage.
You reached into your purse to pull your phone out, dialing your mom, but when no sound came over the speaker, you pulled the phone away from your ear to realize that you didn’t have any signal.
Realizing that your only options were to find the parking security guard or walking out into the cold air to get better signal, you decided that you needed to find the parking office.
However, before you could even open your door, you saw the lights on the opposite side of the garage begin to turn off, one by one, growing closer until you were swallowed by the darkness of the garage.
“I’m still in here!” You shouted, feeling freaked out by the dark.
But the sudden sharp knock against your window nearly stopped your heart.
A bright flashlight flicked on, pointed at your face like the person was trying to get a look at you.
He must have seen the fear in your eyes because the light lowered to the ground, revealing the parking security guard, and you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar face.
“Thank god it’s just you,” you joked nervously as you opened your car door to step out.
You looked up at the tall, blond man, remembering the many times he had let you in the parking garage or waved goodbye as you drove out. He was a shy and somewhat awkward guy, but he had been nice in all of your previous interactions.
Underneath the nerdy looking glasses, you might have even considered him handsome.
“I’m glad you’re still here so late, or I’d be in a lot of trouble,” you groaned, gesturing to your car. “It won’t start and I don’t have any signal in the garage.”
“Ah that h-happens here more than you’d think, I can help you out,” he grinned, taking a cursory glance at your car. “You could um- make a call from the office, if you wanted.”
“Oh that would be perfect! Thanks um… Ray?”
“Rafe,” he corrected you with a lopsided smile.
“Oh. Rafe, sorry,” you repeated. “My name is Y/N.”
“I know.”
“You do?” You tilted your head to the side in confusion as you looked up at him.
“You hand me your parking pass every day, remember? Everyone who works in the office does,” he smiled.
“Oh yeah, true,” you let out a small laugh.
“Did you enjoy th-the party?”
You blushed, smiling to yourself as you remembered your coworker, Jack, pulling you into one of the empty offices for a quick make out session. This was the first time the two of you had ever done something so risky at the office before, and it had been pretty thrilling.
“Yeah, it was nice. I’m ready to get home to my family though, they’re all waiting on me.”
“Then we better call you a taxi, huh?”
“Guess so.”
You followed him as he lead you to the parking office, and your eyes widened as you took in the sparkling Christmas lights that were wrapped around the small space.
“Did you do all of this decoration yourself, Rafe?”
“Uh yeah,” his lips curled into a shy smile and he scratched the back of his head nervously. “I don’t know, it just brightens the place up. Makes the job less depressing.”
“Oh yeah, I totally get it.” You sat down at the chair opposite from his desk, mindlessly glancing over at the monitor that was showing multiple grainy camera angles throughout the garage, cycling through all the cameras throughout the building.
You looked over at the corner of the office to see a large black dog curled up on a bed.
“So, here’s the office phone,” he passed the landline to you. “I’m gonna step out for a quick smoke, you can uh, call your family or a cab, or um whatever you need to do. I’ll be b-back in a couple minutes.”
“Okay! Thank you so much for your help!” You smiled, waving as he stepped out the front door of the office.
You dialed your mom’s number, holding the phone to your ear as you waited for her to pick up.
“Hello?” You could barely hear your mother’s voice over the sounds of children playing.
“Mom? It’s Y/N.”
“Where are you?? We’ve been waiting for an hour at this point sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry, I had a little extra work to do tonight so I could spend all of tomorrow with you. And you’ll never guess what happened when I left the office.”
“What?”
“My car wouldn’t start! So I’m waiting in the security office and I’m going to call a cab,” your mother started to interject, but you cut her off, “don’t wait up on me. I’ll get there soon hopefully, but with this weather it might take a bit for the cab to get here.”
Your mom was saying something about sending your aunt to pick you up, and you waved her off, but when your gaze landed on the monitor’s camera feed, your blood went cold and the ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing anything.
Your eyes widened as you watched Jack open the office door building on the camera feed, pulling you inside, leaving only a moment before his lips were on your neck, and his hands were trailing down your body.
Your stomach lurched when you heard yourself softly moan his name before his lips covered yours.
This video was from earlier tonight.
“Y/N?” Your mom asked and you realized you had gone silent.
“I-” your mouth felt dry, your mind was racing, but you knew you needed to call the cab as soon as possible. “I’m calling the cab now.”
You hung up quickly, looking behind you and around the now cramped feeling office for the security guard.
Would it be safe to leave the office? How would you find your way out quickly with the lights off?
He was nowhere in sight, so you dialed the number of the cab company, hand shaking as you held the phone to your ear and cursing when it kept ringing with no answer.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, someone picked up.
“Hello? Please, I need a cab at 9876 Main Street.”
“How many passengers?”
“Just one, please hurry,”
“We’ll be there in under 5 minutes.”
You let out a sigh of relief, you were finally going home.
However, you were shocked back into reality when a hand suddenly clamped over your mouth, pressing a damp rag over your nose and mouth.
You let out a muffled yelp, struggling against them, but the strong arm that wrapped around your chest held you firmly in place.
You had only taken three gasping breaths before the world around you grew fuzzy, and then your vision went black.
Your eyes cracked open slowly and you lifted your aching head to find yourself still inside the security guard’s office, laid out on the couch. A chill ran up your spine and your noticed your coat was missing.
Rafe was sitting at his desk with his back turned to you, watching the video of you and Jack on a loop.
You let out a soft whimper of fear, shifting to stand up and try to run out of the room, but you quickly realized your right wrist was handcuffed to the sofa when it dug into the skin of your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch.
The clinking of the metal alerted Rafe to the fact that you were awake and he turned around, a sick grin spreading across his face.
“You’re up! Sorry about all that with the rag and stuff,” he chuckled, acting as if it was some run of the mill accident.
His casual ease as he looked over you sent a chill down your spine.
You didn’t miss the fact that his large dog was awake now, sitting beside him and staring you down imposingly.
“Also, I um- I cancelled your cab,” he told you and your heart skipped a beat.
“W-why?”
“Well… I thought maybe you’d want to spend your Christmas Eve with me,” Rafe nervously offered.
You blinked at him in shock, at a complete loss for words.
“W-we could get to know each other, and finally have our first date.” Rafe stood up from the chair and approached you, and you shrank away from him.
“Listen, Rafe..” you swallowed dryly, heart hammering against your chest as you carefully chose your words, “I- I’m sure you’re a really nice guy, but I’m already seeing somebody.”
There was a deadly silence at your words and Rafe’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening in a way that made you nervous.
His dog noticed the subtle change in his attitude, a low growl building at the back of its throat and he slowly started to walk towards you.
“Easy Max,” Rafe warned, his tone cold and mocking. “Don’t wanna scare poor Y/N too much.”
The dog backed off at that, laying down in his bed, but still eyeing you suspiciously.
Rafe sat beside you on the couch, one arm wrapping around your waist and you shuddered at the physical contact.
“Listen, Y/N, just give me a chance okay? Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”
“I-” you stuttered nervously, your mind too blank with fear to know what to say. “I have t-two siblings.”
You tripped over your words, face warming up when you felt his hand slowly begin to trace up your back.
“Keep going,” he ordered with a whisper, his hand rising to the rest at the back of your neck. Your pulse was racing and your breath was beginning to grow uneven with tension.
“I’m f-from a town 40 minutes from here. I’ve never ah-” you winced when his fingers flexed slightly, putting you even more on edge. “I’ve never lived outside of the state.”
“Really? That’s incredible. Me personally, I’m from North Carolina, but I’ve traveled all over the world.”
His eyes flicked from your face to your chest, eyeing the way your breath was coming quickly. He grinned wickedly, drawing so close you could feel his breath against your cheek.
“Am I making you nervous, Y/N?”
He adjusted his hand, wrapping his thumb and pointer finger around the back of your neck while his other fingers splayed down your spine, and you let out a shaky breath.
“Would you feel more at ease if I was Jack?” Rafe spat his name out like it was poison in his mouth and you winced.
“N-no. I- I don’t- no,” you whimpered, not sure what he wanted to hear from you.
This night had taken a turn that you never expected and your head was still spinning as you tried to come to terms with what was happening.
Rafe let out an annoyed huff, a scowl blooming across his face as he stared at you.
“Do you want to see him again tonight?”
“What?”
“I said, do you want to see him again tonight?”
“I-” you stuttered, but you trailed off, not knowing what he meant or how to answer.
Rafe rolled his eyes, clearly growing irritated by your indecisiveness. He turned to find something on his desk before returning to you with a key in one hand and a small knife in the other.
Your eyes widened at the sight of the knife, your breathing picking up as you looked to him in fear.
“What-?”
“I’m going to unlock you and we’re going to take a short drive, but I can’t have you getting any smart ideas, sweetheart.” Rafe grabbed your cuffed wrist, jamming the key into the lock on the cuff that was attached to the sofa.
He grabbed your wrist tightly with one hand, pulling you off the couch and turning you away from him before reaching over your shoulder and bringing the knife to your throat.
He leaned forward, letting his lips come to your ear and you held back a shudder as he spoke, “if you so much as think about trying to get away from me, I won’t hesitate to kill you, do you understand?”
You nodded, choking down your tears as he pushed you forward to signal you to walk out of the office.
Rafe led you to a car, opened the door, and shoved you inside, giving you a warning glare to not run before walking around to the driver’s side.
“W-where are we going?” You asked as he started the car and backed out of the parking space.
“You’ll see, sweetheart.”
He turned towards the exit of the garage, and for a moment you could feel your escape within your grasp, but he steered away, instead steering towards the ramp that led to the lower levels of the garage.
“W-we’re not leaving?” You could feel your heartbeat pick up again in your confusion. Where the fuck was he taking you?
“We’re almost there, Y/N, calm down.”
Your eyes scanned the dark garage, but they widened when he turned the corner, his headlights revealing Jack duck taped to one of the office chairs.
“Oh my god,” you whispered in shock, taking in the blood that was already dripping from his forehead. Jack shifted in the chair, his eyes squinting as he tried to look through the windshield.
“What’s going on Rafe?? Why are you doing this?” You hissed through tears, frantically looking back and forth between Rafe and Jack.
He chuckled, but it lacked humor and you felt nauseous at the sound.
“Don’t you get it, Y/N?” His hand came to your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I love you so much, and he’s what’s keeping us apart.”
Now you were almost certain you were going to be sick and you let out a sob as his thumb lightly traced your face.
“I- I don’t even know you, Rafe! I barely knew your name before tonight,” you cried hysterically, begging him to find reason. “Please, whatever you’re planning, just stop!”
You couldn’t stop the burning tears from falling now, anxiety making your heart beat so fast you felt dizzy.
“Shh Y/N, calm down.” He wiped away some of your tears with his thumb. His blue eyes watched you with concern, but there was a coldness underneath the surface that frightened you.
“I’m gonna take care of it, okay? And he’s never going to come between us again.”
Before you could question him, he closed the gap between you, holding you in place as his lips covered yours.
Your eyes shot open in surprise, stomach turning in disgust as you squirmed against him, and you whimpered when he forced his tongue into your mouth. His lips felt hot against yours and the kiss lasted too long, as Rafe held you down against the chair by your throat until you were gasping for breath.
He pulled away with a dreamy look in his eyes as he scanned your distressed expression.
“Do not try to run. Got it?”
You stared at him blankly, taking a beat too long to respond and his hand tightened around your throat.
“Got it?” He repeated with a sickening edge to his voice.
“Mm, mm hm,” you nodded, mouth too dry to make any noises other than humming yes.
“Good girl,” he purred, leaning forward to press one last kiss to your trembling cheek before reaching over to open his door and climb out.
You were glued to your seat, too scared to attempt running with him still so close. You could barely watch as he approached Jack with the knife brandished in his hand.
“Please- stop it! Don’t get any closer!” Jack cried out and your heart skipped a beat, more tears sliding down your face was you watched with horror.
“You were never good enough for Y/N, you know that?” You could hear the rage in Rafe’s voice simmering beneath the surface, ready to be released.
“Always taking her for granted and treating her like she’s some everyday slut.” He spat, pulling his arm back before punching James hard across the jaw.
You stifled your cry by biting your lip, trying to ignore Jack’s groans of pain when Rafe punched him again.
“Rafe, stop it!” You cried from inside the car and he turned around to look at you before punching him in the stomach with a grin.
“She may not understand what kinds of tricks you’re pulling, but I do.” He slammed his fist into James’ gut again. “I know guys like you, who get off on playing nice girls like Y/N and treating them like shit.”
“No- I’m not-” Jack grunted, blood trickling past his lips as he struggled to breathe. He strained against the layers of duck tape wrapped around his chest and the back of the chair to no avail.
“And I’m sure you look down on the guys like me. You think you’re so much better because you went to college and got a comfy, corporate job, and assholes like you always get the girl in the end,” Rafe’s voice was downright venomous at this point, and you could tell that he was working himself up to a boiling point.
“Not this time,” he chuckled darkly, bringing the knife to Jack’s throat threateningly.
“Rafe please!” You screamed, tears flowing down your cheeks as you watched the scene before you unfold, feeling utterly powerless.
In one smooth motion, Rafe brought the knife across Jack’s throat and a river of crimson sprayed from his neck, splattering across Rafe’s face and clothes.
You sobbed as Jack slumped against the chair, his head leaning back to reveal the large cut splayed across his throat, and you knew in your heart that he was dead.
Before you could think twice, your hand was wrapped around the door handle, and you pushed yourself out of the car.
The garage was almost pitch black, save for Rafe’s headlights and you didn’t notice the cement wedge in front of you.
“Shit-!” You cursed as you hit the ground, adrenaline too high to register any pain from the fall.
You turned your head as you scrambled to your feet to find Rafe’s angry gaze fixed in your direction. Heart pounding, you stumbled to your feet and took off towards where you remembered him turning from the ramp to the upper levels, the sounds of your heels echoing off the walls of the parking garage.
“Fuck!” You heard Rafe roar from behind you followed by the sound of him hitting something hard in frustration, likely his car, before you heard his heavy footsteps chasing after you.
“Y/N!!” He yelled, his voice reverberating and repeating as he cursed.
Knowing that this was likely your only chance to escape, you frantically looked around for an exit once you got onto the ground floor, only to find that it was gated off, and there was no way for you to leave.
When you passed a second exit that was gated off, you realized Rafe must have closed them all down to keep you inside and your heart fell.
“Where are you hiding?” Rafe’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you could tell he was getting closer.
If you were going to escape, you weren’t going to be able to do it alone.
You could hear his footsteps getting closer behind you in the dark, and you tried to quiet your shaky breath as you ran to the brightly lit office, hiding behind the support pillars along the way.
Even if he caught you in the office, if you could just make a call to the police, hopefully that would be enough to save you.
You finally reached the front, pushing the door open slowly and quietly before crouching and entering.
Unfortunately, in your panic to get away, you had forgotten all about Rafe’s large dog, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when he ran up to you, barking and lunging, only to be yanked back by his chain at the last moment before reaching you.
Your heart rate spiked as the dog growled loudly in between sharp ruffs, barring his teeth and trying to nip at you.
“Shhh!” You whispered. “Good doggie, please be quiet!”
You eased past the dog and towards the landline, trying to stop the uncontrollable shaking in your knees as Max continued to bark.
Images of Jack’s throat being slit flashed through your mind and you choked back a sob as you reached for the phone.
Your sweaty fingers slid over the numbers and you held the phone up to your ear waiting for the ring.
But it never came.
You pulled the phone away from your ear in confusion, and looked down at the handset, following the wire connected to the phone to where it should have been plugged into the wall.
Instead, you stared at the severed wire in terror, realizing that Rafe must have cut it while you were knocked out earlier.
“Why are you trying to ruin our first date?”
Rafe’s voice from behind washed over you like a bucket of cold water, and you slowly turned around to find him standing in the doorway of the office.
He was an imposing figure, made all the more terrifying due to the flecks of blood painted across his face and shirt. His glasses were gone now, and you realized just how much they had been hiding the threatening glint in his eyes.
Rafe no longer seemed like the shy, nerdy guy you had taken him for before tonight, but instead a dangerous predator who had finally cornered his prey.
“Rafe,” your voice was so faint you weren’t sure if you were even speaking. “Please, I’m scared.”
Your throat felt tight, tears filling your eyes when you noticed the blood on his hands.
“Scared?” He asked incredulously. “You should be thanking me for getting that loser out of our way.”
A sob clawed its way out of your throat, and you took a step back, only to jump forward again when the dog’s low growl came from behind you.
“Now it’s time to stop running,” Rafe taunted.
You felt dizzy with fear as you watched him step closer, towering above you, the outline of his muscular form barely hidden by his leather jacket.
Heart beating loudly against your chest and blood rushing in your ears, you didn’t have any time to think your decision through before acting.
You rushed forward, trying to push past him to get to the front door, but you were a moment too slow.
Rafe’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, easily picking you up and spinning you away from the door.
You cried out as he carried you forward, pushing you against the table in the middle of the room and bending you over it.
“Stop it-!” You screamed as you struggled against him, but he easily pinned you against the hard wood, letting out a wicked snicker as he roughly pushed the skirt of your dress up.
“Don’t you want someone to take of you, baby?” The blond groaned desperately, fingers grasping at your tights before ripping them open.
“I just wanted to treat you nice, Y/N.” He growled, anger radiating off his tongue. “Like the good girl I thought you were.”
You wretched your arm free before bending your elbow and thrusting it into Rafe’s stomach.
He cursed loudly, his grip on you loosening for just a moment before his hand clamped down around your wrist, painfully twisting it behind your back and harshly forcing you against the table. When you heard his belt jingling behind you, your heart skipped a beat.
“Looks like I was wrong.” Rafe spat, and you whimpered in fear as he pulled your panties to the side. “Maybe you are a fucking slut.”
“Rafe please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t do this, Rafe,” you were quaking beneath him, crying harder as your pleas fell on deaf ears.
You froze however, voice dying in your throat when you felt the tip of his cock run along your folds.
“Oh god,” he strained, and you squirmed beneath him, cringing when his lips came to your ear.
“You’re so wet you’re dripping down your fucking thighs, sweetheart,” he taunted, barely shifting his hips forward and spreading your lips with his dick.
You sucked in a shaky breath, legs growing weak underneath you. You fisted the hand pinned against your back until your knuckles grew pale. His fingertips brushed your clit as he languidly dragged his tip along your pussy, up near your ass, then down to your clit. Up, down, languid strokes as he hissed through his teeth.
"Bet Jack wouldn't ever get you this wet, huh?"
Jack’s lifeless body flashed before your closed eyelids again, quickly replaced by the sharp sting of Rafe's fingers clamping your clit, rolling his slick-covered digits over your nerves. An instinctual whine left your lips, and Rafe sneered down at you as he dragged his dick back up to your hole, circling the head around your entrance as you protested.
"Rafe, please, please," you cried into the table, clenching your knees together and tilting your hips from him, anything to get him to pull away.
“Fucking stay still!” He hissed, wrapping his thick bicep around your throat in frustration. You let out a choked whine, tears coming to your eyes when his muscles flexed, cutting off your breathing, and Rafe ignored you as you helplessly scratched at his arm.
He groaned as he pushed into your cunt, his tip nearly sliding all the way inside of you, met with resistance that only fueled him further. Your pleas were lost to the heat that blushed Rafe's face.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you been holding this back from me?" He dragged himself out of you, watching as you clenched and quivered from the sudden withdrawl. Again, he pushed his flushed head into your warmth, and then out, in slow teasing strokes that made your head spin.
Against every survival instinct that was screaming at you, you stopped fighting. Each sting of his dick breaching you, each wet squelch of his fat tip inside you left you feeling dizzy with want.
However, when you felt his cock inch deeper inside, you whined in protest and squirmed in his arms, but one flex of the bicep at your throat quelled your resistance quickly.
“You’re so pretty, you know that, Y/N?”
You shuddered as Rafe groaned against your ear, his arm locked around your neck and preventing you from turning away. Your knees shook beneath you as he slowly forced himself deeper, and you felt betrayed by your body when you felt yourself growing slicker around him.
“Too pretty to be trapped in this shitty office job, wasting your hours at work, if you ask me,” he purred.
His fingers found your clit again, thumb rolling over your sensitive bud, and you bit back a moan as your back arched instinctively, allowing Rafe to dip deeper inside.
He was much bigger than you expected, stretching you out with each thrust, and pushing himself deeper and deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.
The blond wasn’t holding back anymore, reveling in every mewl and whimper he could draw out of you; and the way your snug walls clenched around his length had his hips snapping against your ass as he chased his release.
“Don’t you want a family to care for, baby?” He groaned, fingers swirling over your clit and you whined, trying to squeeze your legs shut in a desperate attempt to stop him.
His words echoed in your head, the sick irony completely lost on him.
You already had a family and he was holding you hostage to keep you away from them.
“We could start our own, together,” he whispered, and a muffled sob escaped your lips. When you squirmed beneath him, he easily held you in place, punishing you with quick, painful thrusts.
“You’ll never have to worry about working again,” he groaned when your tight walls squeezed around him. “Just- fuck- stay at home ‘n be my pretty, little housewife.”
Disgust and terror bloomed in your gut as you realized with a shock just how twisted his fantasies were. You felt sick thinking about how long his obsession had been festering beneath the surface and you had been too blind to see.
Rafe pinched your clit between two fingers and you whined, tears running down your cheeks as he forced your legs open again. You tensed around him, letting out a choked moan when he rolled his thumb over your tender clit.
You hated him, but even worse, you hated how much control he had over your body, and how painfully delicious each stroke of his cock felt.
“Please-” you whimpered, not entirely sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going, twisted desire clouding your head as he plunged into you again and again, the sticky sounds of your slick cunt filling the cramped room.
Rafe groaned, easing his hold on your neck to lean forward and trail messy kisses from your cheek to the side of your throat that was exposed, never slowing his pace or the steady circles around your clit. Nausea churned in your gut at the overly intimate gesture; and when the scent of copper reached you, you realized he had smeared some of Jack’s blood onto your cheek.
You gasped loudly when his lips attached to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Rafe’s low grunts vibrated against your throat when you squeezed down around him.
Your body rocked with every thrust of his hips, your knees quaking beneath you as his thumb circled around your clit faster now.
“Rafe-” your breath hitched and you shamefully realized that your undoing was hurdling towards you.
“That’s it sweetheart,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his bicep flexing around your throat as he lost himself in his pace, plunging into you again and again.
You let out a choked whine when his thumb pressed harder against your tender bud, and you were finally pushed over the edge.
Your body tensed, legs shaking as your slick walls spasmed around him. You squeezed your eyes shut as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, whimpering pathetically as Rafe pushed his cock into you again and again.
He snickered as you cried beneath him, reveling in the way you helplessly scratched at his arms, tearfully begging him to stop.
The blond slammed into you harder, each slap of his balls against your sensitive clit made your head spin and it wasn’t long before you were coming around him again.
You trembled beneath him, so dazed that you could only whimper mindless pleas.
“Fuck-” Rafe’s breath caught in his throat as you squeezed around him, his pace stuttered, and the arm at your throat tightened as he grew closer.
You could barely breathe now, and you struggled against him as he choked you, panic overtaking you when your vision grew fuzzy around the edges.
Rafe groaned loudly when he came, forcing his cock deep inside you and painting your walls with his hot, sticky seed.
You shuddered when he nudged himself deeper and you felt his thick cum overflowing past your sensitive, puffy lips. Out of instinct, you tensed beneath him, and he moaned against your ear when you tightened around his softening cock.
After what felt like forever, he finally pulled out, loosening his hold on you, although you couldn’t have fought back now even if you tried.
You heard him pulling his pants up behind you, and you flinched when his hands came to your back to pull your skirt down to cover you.
“C’mere honey,” he cooed, carefully lifting you off the table and guiding you to the couch. You obeyed him, much too out of it to put up any more resistance.
You cringed in pain as you sat down, but tried to make yourself as comfortable as you could.
Rafe’s hand was on your back, lightly drawing small circles on your exposed skin, and you found it nauseating that he could be so gentle after treating you so savagely.
He was staring at you, studying your nervous face for a few moments before reaching out to cup your cheek.
You flinched, turning away slightly as he drew closer, but his grip was firm, and he held you in place as he leaned in and draped his lips over yours.
Your stomach turned as his lips slid over yours possessively, and you let out a squeak of surprise when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning as he staked his claim on you.
When he finally pulled away, your head was swimming, and the dazed look in your eye made Rafe smirk.
“Aw look at you, never seen you so cock drunk before,” he chuckled, before leaning in to give you another quick peck on the lips.
“You gave me the best Christmas gift I could ask for.” He grabbed one of your hands, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently. “I’ll take care of you Y/N.”
You stared at him blankly, a tear rolling down your cheek that Rafe chose to ignore as he looked deep into your eyes.
“I love you, and I promise, I’m never leaving your side again.”
100% yes. Reader’s parents already think very highly of him so I think he could pretty easily bribe them into giving him Reader’s hand in marriage (especially if he had gotten her pregnant at that point). But her parents wouldn’t consider it bribery, they just take Coryo at his word and think he’s doing a nice thing for their daughter, who gets to marry someone better off than they are.
Bc Reader never exposed him for cheating, he never got sent off to District 12, he won the plinth prize, and was offered some good job opportunities post grad.
I could see Coryo w a majorrrr house wife kink for poor reader, who went from top of her class and almost winning the plinth prize to a pregnant house wife who is dependent on Coryo.
Despite now knowing that Reader got to the top without sexual favors or anything like that, he still holds onto that resentment and entitlement that he felt for such a long time, and he punishes her for being better than him by forcing her into marriage and pregnancy.
Post pregnancy- He likes exercising control over her and making her do humiliating things like cleaning in short skirts that he picked out, making her scrub the kitchen floor on her hands and knees, putting her in charge of all of the household chores and taking care of the baby (all the while taking it out on her when she’s too depressed to follow through)
Getting her pregnant again is a major threat that Coryo leverages over her after she gives birth to their first child. He knows that she would do anything to not get pregnant again, so he holds it over her for a while and uses it to keep her in line.
Until eventually he can’t stop himself anymore, giving in to his own desires, holding her down and fucking her again and again, cumming deep inside her as she cried and begged and squirmed beneath him.
Because she was going to be his perfect little housewife, whether she wanted to or not.
cw// little heavier in themes than usual with human experimentation - mention of blood, drugs, slight mention of Stockholm syndrome, and injury - dedicated to my favorite @milliesfishes who has listened to me talk about this concept incessantly in her inbox and inspired so many amazing thoughts for an au like this and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TBOSBAS <3
Subject 004717 - November 17 7:41pm
Injected ten milliliters of test drug into the left arm. CS.
Irritability noted after ten minutes. VG.
Sensitive to touch after an additional five minutes. VG.
Hallucinations and emotional instability began twenty minutes after injection. VG.
Physical touch causes bruising. CS.
Blood drawn to confirm bruising due to lack of iron. VG.
Test reversal drug administered one hour post-injection. CS.
Coriolanus had rarely felt truly disturbed by Gaul’s experiments. Her mind was dark and twisted; he knew his own mind wasn’t too far from that. However, he had learned far too quickly that you were becoming a limit to what he could handle in her mad scientist lab. You had volunteered to be poked and prodded and injected and tested. You had volunteered to be Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s personal project, and Coriolanus was far too attached to it. He knew the university’s tuition wasn’t inexpensive even while his education was funded by the scientist herself, but to see his classmate, someone intelligent and capable, have to stoop to the levels of letting Gaul use you was something entirely different.
He wanted to save you. He wanted to take you so far from Gaul that she couldn’t even think about touching you again. The sound of your screams kept him up at night, and the sight of your blood distracted him in the middle of the day. He didn’t know how to survive your torture any longer. Standing idly by and watching your suffer didn’t feel right. But he owed Gaul his life, didn’t he? He needed to thank her for what he’d done for her, and yet he cursed her name for slowly killing you every day. The effects of her experiments started to show. The bags under your eyes darkened, and you were slower in answering questions in class. He could see how you tried to hide your wince when raising your arm or stretching out your legs. He wasn’t sure how much more you could take.
The two of you had developed a routine of sorts. He’d always spend a moment with you before an experiment, trying to keep your mind off whatever horrors Gaul had prepared for you, and afterward, he would clean you up and make sure you ate and drank some water before taking you home. If your insistence on volunteering your body to Gaul’s science hadn’t made your financial trouble clear to Coriolanus, the state of the apartment he dropped you off at made it more than evident.
You lived on the outskirts of the city, neighborhoods overrun by those who were on their way to being kicked to the districts. Every time Coriolanus brought you there, he couldn’t help but think you didn’t belong. He wanted to adorn you in every luxury possible, have you experience what it felt like not to suffer. But in a way, it made him understand you more. He felt a kinship to you, an understanding beyond what others would have in passing. He knew what it felt like to be in your situation. So when you first let him take you home after an experiment, he knew it was a sign of your trust in him. The same trust you bestowed on him every night since.
Whatever Gaul had injected you with tonight left you shaking even hours after the reversal. You couldn’t forget the feeling of losing control. The hallucinations clouded your brain before Coriolanus was forced to lay his hands on you. Gaul had made him hurt you, and even in your drugged state, you knew it caused him just as much pain as it did you. Neither of you spoke as he cleaned you up and applied a salve over the bruises. You two did not speak a word when Gaul excused herself for the night, reminding Coriolanus to initial his parts of the experiment log. You flinched when the door shut behind her before tears muddled your vision, and you bit down on your bottom lip to try and prevent their descent down your face.
“Come home with me tonight,” his voice startled you, an interruption in the racing thoughts of your head, “Come home with me, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” This hadn’t been the first time he mentioned it to you. The last few times he dropped you off at your apartment, he tried to convince you to stay in the car, to follow him back to his penthouse, and to spend the night. However, you were always halfway out the door, thanking Coriolanus for his help before stumbling up the stairs to your apartment when he didn’t need to help you walk. Tonight, he hadn’t bothered to wait before asking, moving a hand up to cup your cheek and wipe the tear that fell against your will.
“Today was… We could both use the company tonight,” he explained quietly. You could feel the slightest tremor in his hands and could only imagine that he remembered tonight’s experiment just as sourly as you now did. Your feelings for Coriolanus were something you quickly discarded out of fear of Stockholm syndrome, unsure if they were real or not. But as his thumb rubbed over your cheekbone, you weren’t sure if you entirely cared about that fear for the night.
“Just tonight,” your voice was shakier than you thought it would have been, but he made no comment on it, leaning forward to ghost his lips over your forehead before helping you stand. Your knees buckled, but he was quick enough to predict that and keep you upright.
“I’ll call for the car after we get you dressed.” His voice wasn’t much smoother than yours, but the kindness behind it made you wonder if it was reserved just for you, a distinct change in him that only you had the pleasure of seeing. You cringed when he helped you over to a new chair, one whose cushions weren’t soaked in spots with your own blood. Everything hurt. It usually did after experiments. But whatever Gaul had concocted this time was making you tired in the most uncomfortable way. Coriolanus’ hands were always gentle with you when he had the chance to be, as if alone with you, he could be something he never allowed himself to be otherwise.
Those same gentle hands were the ones lifting your blood-soaked hospital gown off as his eyes trailed over your skin. Every scar became a reminder of past experiments, and he could recall most of them just by the placement and length of the scar alone. One along your collarbone had been the test of a new poison Gaul had created and soaked a blade in. The raised tissue on your side was a bite from one of Gaul’s newest mutants with the hope of saliva that would drive the tributes to the brink of insanity. Perhaps the scar that haunted him the most lay down the center of your chest, long and still red. She had performed surgery on you while you had to lie there awake, giving you a sedative that turned your body numb but kept your brain racing. Coriolanus held you for hours that night, fingers tracing along your arms to remind you that you could feel again.
He washed your skin so lightly with a wet cloth that you weren’t sure if you were imagining it. Each scrub took away the remnants of the experiments that were left, the dried blood, the tears that left salty streaks. The only thing he couldn’t wash away were the bruises, the bruises he’d inflicted on you. When you caught sight of him staring at one on your shoulder, you grabbed his hand to stop him from wiping at it anymore.
“You didn’t want to. I know that. I knew it even when it was happening,” you whispered, voice tender and comforting as he took a deeper breath.
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
“No. But it makes you better than her.” Those few words sent a warmth to his chest he hadn’t known he needed. When he didn’t respond, you leaned forward to rest your head on his chest with a small sigh, unsure if it was with pain or relief. He tensed at the touch at first, like you found he almost always did before he brought a hand to the back of your shoulders and carded his other hand through your hair. He didn’t need to say anything, and neither did you. You both knew that being close was the only thing that would fix the anguish in your chest tonight.
You two stayed like that for a few minutes, letting your chests move in sync with each breath until you took. Everything between you and Coriolanus felt foreign but in the most comforting way. He wasn’t the same as the rest of your life, and you weren’t the same as his. You became each other’s comfort even in the most uncommon of circumstances. Scientist and test subject were no longer an apt fit to describe the connection you carried. It had become something more profound than you knew how to define, which needed protection.
He took his time dressing you, fingers trailing gently along your skin like he could heal you and everything Gaul did to you just by a soft touch. When his lips lingered by your forehead, he pressed them flush into a kiss this time. It felt like your insides had turned to pure liquid, a feeling stronger than anything Gaul’s drugs had given you before. You watched as he called for a car to be brought around before he helped you into your pants that had been discarded earlier for a gown. Your hand moved on its own accord to push his hair back from his eyes as the gel he usually kept in it loosened; the late hours and his incessant need to run his hands through his hair anxiously showed the slight curls you wished you could see more often.
“Car’s here,” he spoke as he looked up at you, doing up the last button of your pants like a routine he knew all too well. Your lips tugged up in a soft smile as you nodded and let him help you back up, ignoring his offer to carry you. Your legs were weak, but you could still walk with his arm around your waist. His driver knew better than to ask questions about your state, but you felt their eyes on you as you slid into the back seat before Coriolanus moved in next to you. He stated that the only stop would be his penthouse tonight, and another small smile graced your features.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute before his fingers interlaced with yours. Another minute before you moved closer to him. Two minutes before your head rested on his shoulder, the weight of everything dissipating with every second further from the lab. You were halfway to the penthouse when your eyes finally closed, and he felt your breaths deepen against his side as you fell asleep. He was slow in moving you to rest your head in his lap, positioning your legs up into the seat and covering you with his jacket. He would find a way to get you out of this, out of Gaul’s hold. But until then, he’d let you rest and give you peace. Until he could find the words you so desperately needed him to defend you with.
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