{im sorry that im misbehaving}⋆. 𐙚 ˚
des: 18+ abusiverafe x tradwife reader. rafe hits reader and punishes her for being incompetent.
mentions: toxicrafe, DV, abuse, violence, manhandling, hate, dubcon, only oral, facial, extreme degrading, name calling,
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rafe came home from work stressed per routine. he didn’t even have the patience to wait for something to explode at you over this time. he slammed the door and stormed to the kitchen where he immediately filled a glass of blood oath bourbon whiskey, chugging it all. he shouted cuss words and struck all the freshly washed cookware off the island, all of which you could hear in the distance leaving you petrified . rafe charged to the other living room where you were folding his fresh load of clean laundry. you were slightly off schedule so dinner was no where near done, he noticed that earlier. “the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“hey sweetie, um i was just taking care of your laundry” you replied nervously. rafe has constantly been irritated lately, one minute calling you his ‘sweet princess’ and the next a ‘pathetic whore’ every little thing you did pissed him off to unreasonable measures. you were always so forgiving of him when he treated you like shit. you justified it because he protected you and worked hard to maintain your happy lifestyle. sure you would prefer not to be terrified of your own husband. its naturally become a survival instinct to walk on egg shells 24/7 with him “…is something wrong?”
rafe wipes his palms down his face escorted by a deep exhale “why… the fuck… are you doing laundry… when nothings cooked” he asked as calmly as possible using a blank tone to mask the anger you knew he really felt. “uh- baby i’m sorry, ive been cleaning all day i was going to work on that after i-” he scoffed at your explanation while staring into your soul then put his head down on his few steps closer to you. “‘cleaning all day…’” he mocked. rafe licked his lips with the last little bit of composure he had before exploding with rage
“you think i’m deserving of an incompetent little bitch when i’m busting my fucking ass day and night!?” he shouted with a stern finger pointed in your face.
“no- i-“
“god you’re so fucking stupid. two simple tasks! cook, clean— for whatever reason you can only do one!” you stood there embarrassed soaking the hurtful scolding in as he continued to curse. he poked at your head roughly, going on a tangent that you have no actual idea what it’s like living in reality. “…meanwhile im directing the company, paying endless bills, managing the properties— shit you can’t even fathom because you’re just an ungrateful gold digging whore, right?” you roll your eyes upwards to hold the tears in place, your lip quivering as you try not to cry. it hurt when rafe shrunk your devotion to him by calling you gold digger because you truly loved him and worked so hard to prove it.
“nope, don’t start that shit ‘less you want me to give you an actual reason to cry” you quickly dried your eyes but they were still red. it was always confusing when he told you not to cry while simultaneously going to great lengths to see you cry. he found it annoying and amusing at the same time.“sweetie— rafe. im sorry, ill do better. i- i really was cleaning all day and i didn’t realize-“
rafe interrupts your plea by sending a rough slap across your cheek. a sharp jolt traveled through your body causing you to stumble. “im sorry, please” you grasped onto the stinging on your cheek, beyond controllable tears at this point. “cleaning yeah? lucky for you you’re gonna get on your fuckin knees ‘n get everything clean now slut” rafe pushes you down by your shoulders, collapsing you on all 4s at his feet. “go on, lick my shoe clean bitch hurry up” you look up at him helplessly and figured it would be best to obey without asking questions. you lick the base of the sleek black leather, ass poked in the air triggering your pink silk slip dress to ride down your arch “better be getting fuckin all of it”
rafe digs the toe of his oxford into your mouth leaving it stuffed. he grows sickeningly hard at your degradation. your pussy throbbed to how powerless you were against him. “mmff yes sir” you quietly accepted while getting to work. you’d do anything to prove you were the good, submissive wife he wanted, even if it meant throwing every last drop of your dignity away. rafe slams the hard soles of his shoe on top of your head, smushing half of your bruised face against the hard wood floor while he wiggled it around. his view was perfect, you were finally starting to look like a good wife. “such a dumb lil girl” he grinned.
rafe hunches to grab your throat, dragging you into him and scrunching your hair while he buried your face into his suited cock. the strap of your slip dress sneaked down your shoulder leaving one of your tits exposed. “mhm, gonna clean this dick up too” he insisted proceeding to unzip his pants and pull your punishment out, rubbing it all over your face. the pheromones of a hard working man making you desperately eager to please him. his precum coating your lips as you licked gently until he stretched your pretty mouth by jamming his length in brutally. rafe fucked your mouth with resentment while using both handfuls of your hair to keep it in place. “fuckk- that the only fuckin thing you’re good at?” he reviles. you place your hands against his knees for some sort of sturdiness as he thrusts deeply into the back of your throat holding it there for your suffering. all that suffocating and gagging felt so around him. “clean that shit up bitch… all this worthless little whore can do is suck cock huh?” he degraded as he laid a couple smacks on your face. all your thick bubbly spit built up at the base of his cock and slipped down his balls. he spat across your face with hatred and lust. tears rolled down your abused cheek when you opened your eyes to look up at his. rafe threw his head back to concentrate on the sweet feeling of the last few seconds before he shot hot cum down your throat “fuck—“ he groaned. he slid out your mouth to paint the rest on your face. you formed a small smile feeling accomplished “did I do something right?” you timidly asked. he looked down on you in awe with his art work dripping off your pouty face. “yes you did sweet girl” rafe acknowledged, fixing his suit. he hunched over to land a kiss on the top of your head then walked away, leaving you on your knees as a sloppy mess.















