“if you go, ill stay. you come back ill be right here”
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where if the crime doesn’t get you, the corruption might
A HERO COULD BE ANYONE, EVEN SOMEONE NAMED BIANCA !
call me bia, i love staying home, binge watching shows, ice capps from tim hortants, mcdonalds fries
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“are you serious, mattheo?” theodore asked, his voice hinted with annoyance, as he knocked on mattheo’s forehead, who brushed him off.
“quit it, dickwad.” mattheo huffed out annoyed. flicking theodores forehead who let out a wince in the first place. “ouch” theodore murmured before continuing. “sorry your daydreaming about your beloved princess! i swear. your brain always fogs up and the only thing in your mind is her. and youve been like this for what.. two years?”
“three.” lorenzo corrected. “its about time you atleast approach her.” lorenzo encouraged. “fuck no! remember when she asked if he had a pencil and he just stared at her till she ended up walking away?” way to go pansy for jogging memories.
the group let out laughter. until pansy finally spoke up again. “wait. mattheo, whose your favorite band?” mattheo’s eyebrows furrowed as he answered. “the smiths?” he seemed to question. “hah! check out y/n’s backpack.” pansy pointed to a keychain, clinging to your backpack.
it was no mistake it was the smiths keychain. then he remembered something himself. opening his backpack and pulling out a keychain, he himself had. it was a smiths one. the one lorenzo and theoore teased him for, since it looked like a girls one.
and dammit, for once they are right. the group seemed to come to mattheos same realization. blaise nudged mattheo’s shoulder. “there’s your shot!” he pointed out. “thats your conversation starter. tell her you like they keychain and that album-” “what no.” mattheo’s interrupted as if the idea was absurd.
“you serious? idiot. i swear. this is perfect. you can finally talk to her and even get the chance to bag her.”
pansy punched blaises thigh. making him let out a quiet wince. “stop saying ‘bag her’ or what not. just say ask her out. thats corny.”
blaise let a string of curses, rubbing his elbow. “seriously?” mattheos eyes falling on you. quietly doodling even during lunch. “yes!” they said in unsion. mattheo took a deep breath. the same guy who professor snape practically wanted dead was nervous over a girl.
mattheo stood approaching you. before he tapped your shoulder, he glanced at his friends who nodded. his fingers finally tapping your shoulder.
you slightly turned. eyes finding his. he almost froze up but he remembered he couldn’t because he approached you. “uh.. wha— you like the smiths?” his voice nervous as he pointed to your keychain. you simply nodded. you looked like you were about to continue doodling. i mean after all he looked like a kid who’d say “my mom lets me have hot cheetos.”
“whats your favorite album of theirs?” he managed to get out. “i like ‘live in england’.” your voice ever so soft. “really? ive never seemed to seriously get into that one.” the words seemed to slip out naturally. “actually? its one of the best ones beside ‘the queen is dead.’” you affirmed. mattheo pointed to the seat next to you. “can i sit here?” “sure!” you seemed to squeak out.
a/n ; just a quick one! the next episode will be longer. promise
summary / ; mattheo has had the biggest crush on y/n for years. always being pushed to approach but even the toughest get shy. so when he sees the smiths keychain locked on your backpack (that he also has), he finally gets his opportunity to approach
9 PM - after the longest shift you worked, you arrived home. keys jingling at the doorknob as if resisting. you slid open the door carefully. you weren’t particularly scared. even after the messages with threats to your previous dates. if this mysterious man did come, he wouldve left already.
or atleast you thought. taking steps into your house. your things we’re tilted slightly. maybe you would have a movie night on your couch. creaking open your bedroom door, it was eerie. for some odd reason. you slipped off your gray sweatshirt and fixed your shirt. you peeked around you room.
window wide open, cold air wrapping around your skin as you came closer to the window. bringing your fingers to the top and slamming it shut.
before you could turn— a hand slapped over your mouth. a arm around your waist. a small whimper escaping your lips as you were pushed against someones chest.
“you look fucking amazing, baby.”
the words came from a man clearly. voice deep and rough. you had no doubt who it was. you just needed a way out. any way out. you tried pushing against him who was leading you back.
thinking quickly, you bit his hand. he winced letting go. before you could scream and turned you around, pinning you against the wall.
“ah, the fuck? your lucky its you or i wouldve fucking killed you by now. probably starting with slitting your throat.” rafe threatened. holding your chin up to reveal you neck. tracing his finger down it. you moved your head.
“fuck you. get out.” you meant to sound tough but you voice wavered with fear. catching a knife snucked away.
“you sure, baby? i think ill stay. keep you company. real good company.” rafe stretched out his last words. taking out his knife. his eyes trailing down your body. the knife scanning your shirt.
“fuck. you look better up close. feelin’ like ill cum, just seeing you”
“i just- can you please—”
“fucking love when you beg.” rafe interrupted. his knife pressing deeper making you wince. “relax. aint gonna kill you. just wanna hear you.” rafe said, as if to offer any comfort.
rafe’s eyes dropped to the buttons of your shirt. his knife trailed over them and found their way underneath the buttons. snagging them. one plopped off. hitting the floor.
he repeated until they were down revealing your clevage. “nice view. wonder how many guys get to see this.” rafe already knew the anwser. none. not since he came around.
suddenly, both his hands found your shirt. ripping through roughly. your shirt fell to the floor. torn. now you were just in a bra and pants. he chuckled to himself. his blade trailing softly to your upper chest.
his knife reached your bra, slinking underneath, he pressed foward. the clip falling. you caught it. looking down holding back fear. he placed his knife under you chin making you look up.
“dont look away from me. okay?” before you could reply his knife quickly cut the other side. now you held on for your sheer privacy.
“hands up, baby. nothing i aint seen before.” you didn’t even say anything. you were speechless. but you still hung on. his knife then pressed against your tummy softly. you winced at the pain, instinctively letting go. before you could realize, your bra hit your feet. he hummed approvingly. finally the “freeze” wore out. the “fight” kicked in. you pushed him— he didn’t expect it so he lost your balance. you ran to the door. before you could turn the doorknob— you were dragged on the bed.
“you fucked up, hun. i wanted to take my time with you. but you.” he paused, roughly pulling down your pants, revealing your panties. you were doing anything. he was on top of you, yet you pulled, kicked, and tugged at him. until, he grabbed both your wrist in one hand. “stop fucking kicking.” his voice carrying genuine annoyance. “you had to push it. hm?”
you heard a belt being undone. finally catching it, you seen his hands undoing his belt. tugging down his pants. still keeping your wrists in one hand. “now. do i have to tie your wrist?” he carefully let go. clearly not expecting you to punch him straight in the nose. he caught you before pushing you back down. he grabbed his belt wrapping both the snuggling.
“you got a punch, darling.” he laughed to himself. finally, he took out his cock. “always wanted to cut your panties, with my knife. but ill save that for the next time.” he threatened. just ripping them down. he covered your mouth. fixing himself to push between your thighs. his cock: veiny, thick, and beating as if breathing.
“gonna shove inside this tight, pussy of yours.” he whispered in your ear. dick prodding at you clit. it didn’t seem like it would fit. until he shoved it all in at once. a scream yanked from your throat hushed by rafes hand.
he looked down like his desires and saw your belly slightly bulge. he began moving. thrusting. it hurt like hell. you couldn’t get help and your wrist bound. he was increasing his speed.
groans and whimpers of pain and pleasure filling the room. pulling out then slamming back in. murmuring how tight you are. dick dipping in and out.
“f-fucking stop!” you whimpered into his hand. he groaned even louder. then realization crossed his eyes. he pulled out. angling his hips then pushing in before you thought it was over.
a scream yanked from your throat this time. of pure pleasure. “right there, baby?” he began nailing directly to that perfect spot. his hand leaving your mouth, joining his other one that was gripping your waist for a split second then bringing it down to massage your clit.
“good fucking girl— mm fuck.” he panted. still nailing that perfect spot.
“gonna cum in you. fill you with my babies. fuck.” he groaned at the thought. soon enough, rafes cum spilled in you. he didnt move. nor try to. fully emptying himself inside you. rubbing your clit roughly. “mmph.” you moaned. unintentionally, gripping his back. “you’re such a good girl baby. feels like your trying to kill me. mm?” taking his hand off your waist to join the hand circulating your clit. then pushing a finger in. to join his cock, still buried inside you.
you dont know how maybe the finger circulating you alongside his dick still twitching, spewing cum slightly. you came. causing him to smirk. finally pulling out. he pulled up his boxers and pants. “lookin nice, baby. makes me wanna take a picture of you leaky pussy. should make it my wallpaper.” eyebrow’s raising as if you’d take up the offer. he laughed.
picking up his knife off the floor. then walking towards the door. opening your bedroom doorz
“m..my wrist.” you weakly called voice filled with exhaustion. he turned and smiled. “you figure it out, baby.” he winked closing the door behind him. his cum oozing out of you.
summary ; princess!reader has been getting in nonstop trouble. resulting in being forced to have a bodyguard. not that bad when the bodyguard is sexy.
word count : 810
you tossed and turned in bed. the sun peeking through your windows displaying light. you groaned to yourself and shoved a pillow on your face.
the sound of knocks broke through. you took the pillow off your head and squinted your eyes suspiciously. unsure if you wanted to still pretend to sleep or make it aware you’re awake.
“(Y/N), are you up? Your father requested you meet him outside in the front yard.” your butler, james, called out. placing a few more careful knocks at the door.
“Fucking hell.” you murmured to yourself. sitting up. “Im coming, James!” you shouted back. hearing footsteps disappear down the hall. turning to you side of your bed and slipping on slippers. along with grabbing your phone off the nightstand. checking the time and clocking it at 11:20 AM. you yawned and fixed your nightgown then a small cardigan.
you practically winced at every step, you took. it was still too early. you creaked open your door to hear shouting and toys going haywire. coming straight from the living room, you had a suspicion on who. peeking your head over, catching a sight of your little brother and little sister playing “trains” again. you held your breath tiptoeing past them, to the front door and opening it.
immediately, slapped with the shine of the sun and rubbing your eyes. a wince slipping from your lips. luckily, there was a bit of shade.
then you saw your father. alongside a tall man. next to him. you approached nervously, praying silently this wasnt an arranged marriage. “Yeah, dad? You needed me?” your dad didn’t speak just looking at the man next to him.
“This is Rafe. Your new bodyguard.” Bodyguard?? as in B O D Y G U A R D?? your eyebrows furrowed as you finally got a closer look at the man. he was tall. towering over you tall. dressed in a fine suit and folded fingers with a ring attached. was this guy married?
“Im sorry? Bodyguard?” you nervously asked. your dad always threatened you with one. everytime he caught you sneaking out saying something about a bodyguard. or troubles youve gotten to.
“Yes. Bodyguard. You worry me too much. Every night, i sleep, wondering if my daughter is even alive in her room. So, Rafe here will make sure you are.” he patted rafes shoulder who nodded in agreement. “No thanks.” you said with false politeness. “Wasn’t a question, young lady.” he corrected. you groaned but didn’t resist much more knowing how that would go.
—
throughout, the first week you were going insane. sneaking out was impossible. no matter how much you set it up. he’d always catch you and follow you. even as you threw your allowance at him.
his face was always just straight. no hint of a smile. his voice either had a hint of frustration or a hint of exhaustion. he never looked relaxed whenever you were with him. just more anxious. he had amazing reflexes. everytime you tried to throw something at him, he’d catch and crumple it. jeez. quite literally no fun.
“Please! Just like stop following me! Im trying to leave.” you pleaded.
“I understand.”
“Do you? So stop following me.”
“I cant, madam.” his voice ever so stoic. mixed with very well hidden (not enough) frustration. such a amazing face for someone who you could barely stand. you groaned loudly. you sat on your bed. slapping your hands on your face.
“Atleast, stop calling me madam.” you murmured into your hands. “Makes me feel old.”
“Then, what do you perfer.” he practically sighed out.
“Just not that.”
“Whatever, princess.” your heart skipped a beat. eyebrows raising. the way he said it, it was annoying and attractive. he said it, voice husky and smooth. like he had been waiting. you looked up and he was smirking looking at you before going straight face again, looking up.
“Asshole.” you murmured. laying back on your bed. night gown, raising slightly up to your thighs.
he was still standing. “Atleast, lay next to me.” words slipping out which he was certainly not expecting. he stepped closer to the bed. then sat, turning to look at you. your eyes bargained him to lay back too. which he did. bed falling slightly. you two sat in silence. both your chest rising and falling in sync. room filled with silent breaths.
you tilted your head, slightly to look at him. he seemed more relaxed then he usually did. maybe you could get used to this.
Rafe pulled out the knife, dug deeply in the guy. Your date. It wasn’t going to progress anyways. Whatever. Rafe dug in the guys pocket. Pulling out one medium condom. Fucking loser. Not like Rafe would’ve allowed the guy to fuck you. He would’ve threw something around the house to scare you and the guy. Then if the guy stepped out, it would be over for him.
It was easier to get rid of these guys. Easier now. First time Rafe had almost let the guy get away. Cause who the fuck still manages to run after their legs are mutilated.
Whatever. Rafe placed his knife in his hoodie pocket. Taking out a lighter. He wasn’t gonna burn the body. Well maybe. But he wouldn’t hurt the trees hes not that cruel.
After he took care of what needed to be done. He saw his watch. Almost time for his girls showers. Making him dart for the quickest way there until he was seated outside your bedroom window. Ducked down enough to not be seen but still be able to see.
Perfect timing. Since your bedroom window was on a wooded side you never checked. So you were getting ready for a shower— Nope. Bath. It was a bath every friday. Relaxation. You’d once told your friend. Not knowing Rafe was listening.
First, your shirt off. Rafe’s hands dove to his pants. Fiddling in between till he slung his pants down just enough to be able to touch his hard on. Then your shorts.
Rafe pumped his cock, almost already cumming but holding back enough to see the finale. Pre cum dribbling down. “Mm fuck. Yknow what your doing to me, baby?” Rafe imagined cutting off your panties with his signature knife.
Then came the bra. You carefully undid them as Rafe imagined his chest in between your breasts. Maybe even suckling them. He wasn’t sure just yet.
Finally, the finale. Rafe swore he could hear your moans. As he pumped his cock, he imagined his dick. Trailing over you. You sucking it dry after he came in your mouth. Rubbing against your cunt. Getting off on it too. As he made you feel so good. Before shoving it all in. So much he could see a slight belly bulge— Ah- ah. fuck. There it goes. Rafe blew all over his hand.
Some dripping to the grass below his feet. He wished that he couldve held it but the thought of you himself was enough to make him blow a load or two in his pants.
Trust. He has already.
Now you were taking your shower and it was go time. He quietly shoved your window open. His footsteps silent. Something hes learned. Taking the panties off the floor and placing it in his pocket. But he was after something else.
He looked around, quietly moving things. Then he saw it. Taking the ugly necklace that asshole gave to you. He remembered how you stuttered when the guy gave it to you. Maybe he’d regift it to creep you out. Most likely gonna pawn it though. He had enough money, but he could get more money to buy condoms. The bigger sized one. The ones a real man would.
He quietly sneaked out through the window. Barely realizing he spent 20 minutes in his mind. While heading away, he heard through the slightly cracked window:
“Are you serious. Where did it go? I keep losing shit— And even my panties are gone.” Followed by a groan. Rafe chuckled. Course his girl would notice.
you were trying your hardest. you really were. making a chicken alfredo with instructions of a youtube video that helped alot. but you messed up one thing— or two. the timing rafe would be home and the actual timing of how long it should cook.
when it was seated on a plate, it looked.. sad. the sauce didnt spread. it was lumped with dry patches of noodles. just a gritty mess.
the door swung open. too late to already hide the mess. your eyes met a already pissed off rafe.
“puppy, you won’t believe—“ he paused. your eyes glanced down and he knew that look. the “sorry” look. “what did you do?” he accused. he wasnt able to see it yet. that was until he peeked over and finally saw the clumpy mess.
“what the fuck even is that?” he questioned harshly. you tried to cover it up. finally meeting his eyes. “its dinner! or it was.. i made it for you! its chicken alfredo. i thought we could watch liv and maddie. i mean its a bit crispy but..” you trailed off. trying to find a excuse or more so to defend yourself. your eyes met his. you didn’t know what was next. maybe he’d compliment your new bow.
“you seriously made this?” he chuckled. but you knew he wasn’t laughing it off. even his chuckle sounded dangerous. “i tried really hard.” you sort of murmured.
“its fucking burnt.” you flinched at the harsh words and gazed down at your attempts. “im sorry. i tried.”
rafe let out a low sigh, entering the kitchen. he walked towards you and you flinched. not because you thought he was gonna hit you. but because you couldn’t read him.
he cupped your face, “you dont have to keep doing this.” he spoke. reminding you of how last week you tried to make him banana bread and well.. “i didn’t ask for you to cook for me. especially not this shit.” your eyes filled with tears. almost erupting but you held it.
“i just wanted to make you happy.”
rafe let out a annoyed sigh. maybe something else. he stepped back, your chin falling from your hand.
“i dont need to be happy, puppy. i need honest.next time you fuck something up, just say it. its not nothing new.”
the words cut deeper than he knew — or maybe he didn’t know.
“okay.”
he turned and grabbed a drink from the fridge. “order something if you’re hungry.” and walked out the kitchen, finding a seat on the couch with he manspread.
you just stood there. hands wrung together. and a sinking feeling that no matter what you did, it’d always be “not enough”.
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who became obsessed over a glance and smile while you were walking out the store. just being polite but he took it another way
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who knows your schedule better than you do. your class times, your walking routes. he memorized it all
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who starts stealing small stuff at first. a chapstick you wear all the time. your favorite pair of socks. anything youll think you just lost. but he has it.
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who has a burner phone filled of your pictures. not just pretty ones. the ones of you crying. asleep. laughing with someone else so he can take them out your story later
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who talks to “you” when youre not there. in his car. in the shower. “you wouldn’t lie to me, right? no.. not you.”
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who killed a boy you flirted with. or just talked to. you never found out why the guy randomly stopped talking to you.
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who will break into your house daily. he makes it a routine to stop by every so often. to make sure theres no used up condoms or any clues of any men coming by. if he does. he’ll make sure he finds the guy
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who will orchestrate things. a guy he paid to attack you. just so he could swoop in and make a move
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who talks about you like youre already his girlfriend. “my girl hasn’t got her coffee yet. its already 9:30. she gets it at 9:00”
⇝ STALKER!RAFE who believed your way too pure to make your own decisions. like dropping that one friend who keeps “dragging you into trouble” so he decides its better to make them for you
🥊 hand wraps. cracked iphone. bracelet. journal with fight notes. restless. jaw ticking. smirks. snarls
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who met you when you were coming to support your brother. you said he looked tired and no one ever spoke to him like he was human. when he cracked his knuckles, you flinched. he liked that. you didn’t run. he liked that more. you patched up his busted lip and from that moment on he decided you were his reward
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who after he asked you out. he said straight up how he wasnt boyfriend material. you said you weren’t asking him to be. then he started trying
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who swears your the best thing that’s happened to him
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who smirks if he wins a intense match. which is majority of the time
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who has your picture taped in his locker. its a routine to look at it before a fight
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who wears your favorite color as hand tape.
⇝ BOXER!RAFE who bruises easier than he admits. but lets the pain sit so you can bandage him up because you like to
⇝ BOXER!RAFE whose favorite thing is hearing you beg. for him to slow down. for him to stay. or even to kiss you again
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who met you cause your dad said you needed one after a incident with a ex that almost costed your life. he was quiet and stoic. barely spoke. has a straight face no matter what the joke is. doesn’t flinch at loud movement
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who when someone flirts with you in public he just watches and stands close
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who clears room before you enter. you think its unnecessary he thinks quite the opposite.
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who has a actual list of your enemies. a actual list
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who has a photo of you on his phone you never took. no poses. just of you smiling
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who remembers every single word you say
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who never loses his temper until someone scares you. then he snapped
⇝ BODYGUARD!RAFE who calls you “ma’am” in public. but alone its just your name.
