𝐀/𝐍: day 5 of June Jukebox Scribbles!!!!! I'm sorry I'm running late i promise I'll do them all. I don't know what to think about this one, i really needed a longer word count to express myself better lol, i will come back to this later.🫶🏻
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
⤷June Jukebox Masterlist ⤷Rafe Cameron Masterlist
The first time Rafe saw you, he didn't pay any mind. The second time he did, he noticed your eyes. The third time, he knew your name.
By the fourth time, he wanted you.
Your smile, the sound of your laughter, the moles and marks on your skin, the way your lips move when you say his name.
So he did what any other man would, he talked to you, asked you things he already knew about, praised you.
Asked you to be his.
Then the fifth time came—the first time since he asked you out, the first time since you told him no— and he only had one voice inside his head, the devil whispering in his ear, I'm gonna make her mine.
All mine.
The very same night, he had you sprawled out on his bed, hands cuffed to the headboard, tears staining your cheeks as you sobbed and whimpered, begging him to let you go.
Why would he? You're his. And he always takes care of his toys— even when he breaks them, he cares.
He licks a slow, long stripe down your neck, humming at the taste of raw fear on his tongue. His calloused hands roam over your soft skin, the way you kept squirming and writhing underneath him doing nothing but arouse him further.
Pausing just over your mound, he takes a long, tortuous moment just to flash a perfect smile at you. He was about to take what was his, and he would enjoy every. single. fucking. second.
His fingers swipe over your slit, and a shudder passes through your body. You were wet. Embarrassingly so. All because of the man in front of you.
You shut close your eyes, trying to escape, trying to wake up from this nightmare, but each soft circle over your throbbing clit made it harder to do so. Each pathetic mewl that left your swollen lips made you realise.
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Kinks: Knife Play | Fear Play | Ownership | Praise | Impact Play
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dark material ahead +18 minor dni
volume 1 - 4.1K of 16.6K words
It’s been a year. That secret still sits heavy on your chest—that and Rafe Cameron himself—impossible to read, impossible to forget. The glances that lasted too long. The private smirks. You saw them all.
You watched him watch you—the way his blue eyes held on you, begging for you.
He played his part, moving through the frat house like he always did, women draped across his arms like accessories. But it was all performance. His hands never lingered. His smile never softened like it did with you.
But how could you miss him—the man who might’ve killed all those people? A murderer? You never asked. Maybe you didn’t want to.
Maybe he liked that about you—the quiet loyalty, the way you carried what neither of you would say. Like your silence alone made you his.
Sometimes you wondered if he’d chosen you for that reason—if he saw the darkness in you and called it home. His perfect match. A killer’s dream girl.
The fear sat in your chest right beside the want and the ache.
The thought of ending things with JJ, of him digging into Rafe’s past out of spite made your stomach twist. What would he find if he looked too close? Would he question what you kept buried?
Summer tried to make you forget him but it didn’t. You dreamed of him too vividly—his voice a low drawl in your ear, saying your name like he’d been holding it back for years. The way his body moved with yours. The way he kissed you with a hunger that left you craving more.
And just when you thought you’d read him all wrong, he reminded you you hadn’t.
📱Rafe Cameron: i miss you
📱Rafe Cameron: tell me you miss me
📱Rafe Cameron: ive been thinking about you
You told yourself you were done with him. That whatever happened last year should stay buried. But that first frat party of the year—God, you should’ve known better.
He saw you the second you walked in, JJ’s arm looped tight around your waist like a warning to everyone else. Rafe didn’t move, didn’t speak—just watched you from across the room with that stare that always burned a little too long.
You told JJ you needed a minute and slipped away, heart pounding as you searched for Rafe.
But when you found him, his mouth was already on someone else’s.
Some faceless girl in a lace top, with her hands in his hair, and his body pressed close. You turned before he saw you watching, forcing your legs to move away even though you wanted to make a scene and let him know you were watching.
But why would JJ Maybank’s girl give a shit, right? He didn't belong to you. You made it outside before the tears did, and your phone buzzed.
📱Rafe Cameron: why'd you leave?
📱Your Name: you looked busy
📱Rafe Cameron: busy?? you're joking that meant nothing.
📱Your Name: doesn’t matter if it meant something Rafe. whatever this was it’s done.
Three dots appeared, then disappeared, popping up again before vanishing as tears pooled in your eyes, heels slapping against the pavement as you charged forward, going anywhere but back there. Three bubbles again, your breath held as they lingered a little longer this time.
📱Rafe Cameron: its not.
After that, you tried to avoid him but he made it impossible.
Watching you from across the quad. Standing by his car outside your building. Lingering after class just long enough to bump into you by accident—where you went he was.
At first it was unnerving—but soon it stopped feeling like fear. You’d be lying if you said a part of you didn’t like it. The attention. The quiet pull of knowing you were still the one he couldn’t stop orbiting.
Mid-October, you saw him in the library, half-hidden, a wall of books between you—that familiar prickle down your spine you always had.
“Gonna keep pretending you don’t see me?” His voice slid through the shelves, low and amused.
You smiled despite yourself, avoiding his gaze. “You following me, Cameron?”
“Never stopped,” he murmured. “You said you needed space. I gave you as much as I could.”
“I never said that,” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the books. “I said whatever was happening between us was done.”
He huffed a soft laugh that sounded nothing like amusement.
“And I told you—it’s not.” Your hand reached for a book, but his fingers caught yours first, pinning them in place. “Look at me.”
When your eyes met through the gap in the shelves, something in your chest gave. His thumb brushed your knuckles, slow and steady.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed.
“For what?” You murmured back, and just like he always did he softened at the sound of your voice and the weight of your gaze.
“Kissin’ that girl—”
“Beth,” you correct him quickly—just enough to let him know you’d looked into it yourself.
“Sure,” he mumbled, like it didn’t matter.
“It’s fine, Rafe. You can see people… You can do whatever you want. I mean, I have a boyfriend.”
He tilted his head, eyes dragging over your face like he was reading every lie. “That what you tell yourself to sleep at night?” He murmured. “Or is that what you tell him?”
The question didn’t just linger with you… It haunted you and stayed with you through your lectures, your sleepless nights, your quiet moments alone when your phone buzzed and your heart stuttered, getting caught, wishing it was him instead of JJ.
Then came the next frat party.
Then came the texts.
📱Rafe Cameron: you look so damn good
📱Rafe Cameron: upstairs now
Seven words. That’s all it took for the thin band of your restraint to snap.
You found him, and before you could breathe his mouth was on yours—hungry, reckless, the kind of kiss that burned through months of denial.
His hands gripped your hips like he was reclaiming you—dragging you up against him until the space between you vanished completely.
“Never make me wait that long again,” he rasped against your lips, each word rough and bitter.
“Rafe—”
His hand slid to your throat—not cruel, just firm—pulse pattering under his thumb.
“Tell me you missed me,” he breathed. “I need to hear you say it—”
“I missed you,” you whispered, voice breaking and hoarse. “I miss you.”
He exhaled sharply, forehead dropping to yours. “You drive me insane,” he muttered. “A year, baby. A fucking year.”
You swallowed, trying to find your voice. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that.”
He stilled, eyes narrowing just slightly. “No?”
“I just… I thought it was safer this way.”
“Safer?” He repeated, a whisper of a laugh under his breath.
You hesitated, unsure of how to approach this, not wanting to break the silence you swore to yourself you’d keep.
“I didn’t want anything to happen to you,” you mumble timidly.
His mouth twitched, brushing against your lips. “I don’t need anyone to keep me safe… You know that.”
“Rafe—”
“Safe from who?” He asked quietly. “Why?”
You hesitated, then sighed. “I was scared about JJ. I don’t know. I was worried about what he’d do if he ever found out about us.”
“Maybank,” he muttered his frat brother’s name, sounding foreign in his mouth. “You mean your casual boyfriend, JJ Maybank?” He let out a low, humorless laugh. “The fuck are you worried about him for?”
“I don't know,” you whisper.
You swallowed hard, unsure if he meant that night or something else entirely.
“You know… I don’t understand how anybody could be casual about you.” His voice hummed across your lips, using his hold to pull you closer. “I've never been subtle. JJ suggested it. He let me in the room that night. He knew how I felt about you. That’s on him,” he said softly. “Not me. And definitely not fucking you.”
“Okay…”
“That the only reason why you're worried, pretty? Just worried he’ll find out I never got over you? That I can't stop thinking about you? That it's gonna be you and me?”
Rafe pulled back enough just to look in your eyes—doll-like and wide—keeping his secret held close to your chest like a test you weren't willing to fail. He nodded, mouth curling just slightly—like claiming you was never in question; like he was proud.
He leaned in again, voice rough and tender. “Don’t make me wait like that again, baby. I’m not built for it.”
“I’m sorry—”
“You’re sorry? You’re cruel.” His grip softened on your throat as he corrected you, thumb tracing your lower lip.
The air between you tightened, humming with everything unsaid. Your chest rose against his, breath shallow, hearts thudding in the same rhythm.
“Something needs to change,” you whispered.
“Change?” He breathed, dipping in to kiss you softly. “Just tell me what you want, pretty girl. I’ll give you every goddamn thing.”
“I can’t keep doing this behind his back,” you murmured. “It’s wrong.”
Rafe nodded slowly, thumb tracing your jaw. “Then don’t. Let me take care of it.”
“Rafe—”
“I mean it,” he said, voice low, deliberate. “You won’t have to worry about Maybank. I’ll handle it. So I’m gonna ask you one more time—what do you want?”
“You.”
“Knew it,” he murmured. “Thought I was the only one losing my fuckin’ mind.”
AMC Theater | 7 days until Halloween…
JJ’s arm wraps snug around you as he slides the movie tickets into his back pocket, lips brushing your temple with a feather-light kiss.
“Maybank.”
That single word cuts through the noise—smooth, confident, unmistakably Rafe.
Your stomach sinks because like clockwork, across the street, in front of the bar, there he stands with a beer bottle in his hand and a joint between his lips; arm wrapped around a beautiful girl with her hand rested on his chest as she laughs at something Kelce says.
You want to hate her for being there, but here you are, those four little words from the night before vanishing into thin air because clearly nothing has changed.
Rafe sees you, you know he does. His eyes are unreadable; fake warmth softening his face, and if you didn’t know him better you’d think he was honestly happy to see his best friend and his girl…
Your chest tightens as JJ pulls you closer, greeting him, promising to catch up with Rafe and the boys later.
The two of you disappear into the blur of the theatre. JJ squeezes your hand, tugging you toward the concession stand. The theater buzzes; bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder as the crowd filters deeper inside.
You try to focus—to laugh at something JJ mutters but you can’t stop replaying the moment: Rafe’s face, the look that stabbed you right through the heart.
“Fuck!” You gasp as someone jumps out at you with a Ghostface mask pulled over his head.
“Jumpy tonight, huh?” He bullies. “Next week’s gonna be better than that. You excited?”
“Mhmm… Are you?” You ask.
“Free labor?” He snorts, like it’s ridiculous. “Nah. Just excited to scare the shit out of people at the Haunted House.” His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you a little closer. “You gonna come by while I’m workin’, pretty girl? Got you a week pass.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” you smile, lips wrapping around your straw, taking a sip.
“We’re all gonna be masked up. You gonna get all hot and bothered like you did last year?” He taunts, making your cheeks burn at the understatement of the century. “C’mon, sweetness. I know you love that shit.”
JJ tugs you along, the two of you shuffling down the steps, trying to find a pair of open seats. And as you do, someone jumps out again, making popcorn fly from the tub like confetti.
“Goddamn, you’re wound tight,” he laughs, brushing a stray popcorn kernel from your hair.
A pair of police officers greet everyone that passes through the door; half-assed pats at their pockets and a quick once-over to check if that prop dagger really pokes.
It's eerie. You weren’t here last year, but you remember the news coverage from where you sat safe and sound with JJ on the couch last year—the panic, the footage of police lights flashing against the theater’s glass doors, blood on the tile where people tripped trying to get out.
A man stabbed in the bathroom—a woman found in the back row before anyone realized the screams weren’t part of the movie.
You wrap your arm a little tighter around JJ’s arm out of instinct—the worry in your body language is crystal-clear enough for JJ to notice, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple.
‘Cause who says there won’t be a sequel?
The theater hums around you—laughter, whispers, the swell of the previews—but all you can hear is the thump of your own pulse. You shift, pretending to reach for popcorn, but really your fingers are searching for your phone.
Even through the panic, something in you still pulls back to Rafe. A missed Instagram notification from a few minutes before–Rafe Cameron.
Curiosity wins and you open it up, the brunette from earlier leans into him, her perfect body wrapped in a red and white nurse's costume. His hand rests on the latex painted over her hip as she presses a plastic thermometer to his lips.
Your heart aches; jealousy and anger bloom and blossom into something wicked.
The contact alone had you fuming—the shameless public display of affection—only touching, but still. Every time you’d gotten close, something interrupted: footsteps in the hallway, JJ calling, the world never quite letting you fall apart in peace. Maybe that’s what made this so much worse.
‘Something needs to change.’ You’d said it yourself and now he’s using it as a joke.
You scroll to your DM’s from earlier in the day, needing proof of the version of him that felt real.
📸 Your Name: help me pick one?
You sent him three pictures: a bunny, a devil, and a nurse. The same costume that girl had on, thrown back in your face like a cruel joke from the universe.
📸 Rafe Cameron: All three. Fuck baby I'm so lucky. You look stunning.
📸 Rafe Cameron: criminal to send me these in class now I'm just daydreaming about us fucking
📸 Your Name: Maybe I got one more I know you’ll love.
📸 Rafe Cameron: no fuckin way show me
📸 Your Name: Nope 🩷 You’ll have to wait
📸 Rafe Cameron: I'm on my knees
📸 Rafe Cameron: Cat?
📸 Rafe Cameron: witch?
📸 Rafe Cameron: Cheerleader?
📸 Your Name: Wouldn’t you like to know
📸 Rafe Cameron: obviously. Stop playin with me
📸 Rafe Cameron: Fuck you’re killing me.
📸 Your Name: well you told me I was cruel so
📸 Rafe Cameron: never beating those allegations. Send me a preview you love teasin me cmon
You pointed the camera low, lifting your cheer skirt just enough to tease your upper thigh and a little skin, a pair of white tube socks with pink accents, and matching pink heels.
📸 Rafe Cameron: Im so fucking obsessed with you
📸 Rafe Cameron: where are you? I'm coming and getting you
📸 Your Name: I'm at the mall with JJ he's just getting me a coffee
📸 Rafe Cameron: fuck that shit made me sick
📸 Your Name: I’m sorry
📸 Rafe Cameron: you’re good baby. just hold tight for me alright?
📸 Rafe Cameron: i’m fixing it
📸 Rafe Cameron: not letting another year pass by i’m getting whats mine
📸 Your Name: okay baby 💕
📸 Rafe Cameron: love when you call me that
You blink at the old timestamp—that frozen version of him that no one else sees, so sweet it hurts. Now he’s letting another girl touch him, laughing for the camera.
Your fingers move before you can think it through, backing out of the DMs to face the image again, hit with that same bitter taste in your mouth. Double-tap. No comment. One small red heart glaring back at you.
You counter his petty attack with something simple—something you know will sting. You lift your phone, framing the shot just right: your hand curled around JJ’s thick bicep, the corner of his smile and his dimple caught on camera; hair so perfectly mussed you know Rafe’ll only assume it from your fingers running through it. No text caption, just a black heart and a knife.
And, post.
Five, four, three, New Notification: Rafe Cameron…
It takes less than five seconds before Rafe likes it—too fast to be a coincidence—his thumb hovering, just waiting to remind you he’s still watching.
You look up at the screen as the lights fall low, your phone dimming with it. JJ softens in his seat, snuggling a little closer, fresh off a conversation with one of his frat brothers he didn’t see walking in.
You look down at your phone one last time, moving to your messages, pulling up the last conversation with Rafe. The text chain, previously paired down from private conversations the two of you had shared over the last couple of days to a simple request for you to tell JJ to call him back.
📱Rafe Cameron: 💬
Three dots pop up as you see him start to type.
Gone.
Three dots again.
Gone.
Your pulse stutters ‘cause he’s there. He’s saying something, thinking better of it, before he words whatever it is that’s meant for you.
You’re holding your breath when it stops for good.
JJ adjusts in his seat, tugging his phone out of his back pocket, looking down at the screen. “Cameron says they’re going to Cowboys. Wants us to swing by after. Sounds good?”
You nod, forcing a smile you don’t feel, because you can read the situation clearly. He’d started to text you, then he changed his mind. A finishing move for the moment.
You sink lower in your seat, feeling it all; jealousy, anger, regret, yearning, guilt.
“Everything okay?” JJ murmurs, lips brushing your ear as he leans in.
“Fine,” you say.
He presses a kiss against your cheek. This should be all you need, present in this moment with him, and still, you’d trade it all to know what Rafe almost said.
The title slashes red across the screen, Stab: Frat Row. The crowd whoops and whistles, a drunk roar coming from the seats.
On-screen, the camera glides down a street—their street. You’ve walked it a hundred times after midnight, heels catching on cracked sidewalks, laughter spilling from doorways. Then it zooms in on the Delta Sigma Phi house.
The boys’ house. The sight of it, close enough that it makes your stomach turn; the glowing Greek letters welcoming partygoers dressed in Halloween costumes as they stumbled in and out.
It’s uncanny. Like someone stole a slice of your memory. Your chest tightens, fingers curling around the armrest. You tell yourself it’s a movie, but the unease twists deep in your guts.
“Damn, that’s creepy as fuck,” JJ mutters through a mouth of popcorn, feeling it too.
On-screen, the shot drifts through the door—beer pong table, couples grinding, all of it too exact. The actress moves up the stairs, and your stomach knots.
She steps slowly, past couples and drunk frat brothers ‘til she’s alone, looking like a helpless bunny in her Playboy costume as she yells for Easton.
The door creaks. A dark figure flickers past the corner of the frame—she doesn’t see it, but you do, and your pulse spikes.
The music builds, growing more sinister by the second; but your eyes are pulled away from the screen. Movement… Something shifts in your periphery.
You look left—a man staggers into the aisle, shirt speckled red. He sways like he’s drunk, clutching the seatbacks for balance as he walks in front of the screen.
“Sit down, asshole!” Someone jeers, pelting him with popcorn.
“Move. You're blockin’ the screen!” Another heckles, kernels of popcorn bouncing off his weak body onto the floor.
But you can’t laugh. Because where his hand drags over the fabric, something darker trails after it. A slick shine under the light as he reveals more and more red.
Someone stands up, attempting to take care of it himself. But he turns, the bone-white mask and the glint of his dagger makes the blood drain from your face.
“Do it!” Someone hollers, drunk and sloppy as the figure lifts the knife to his throat, catching the boy by the shoulder, slicing the blade clean across his neck.
The sound’s a wet rip—the scream from his throat gurgles with blood as it sprays hot across the aisle. He collapses in a grotesque heap on the floor.
Everything catches up with you as your pulse spikes because the spray looks too heavy—the collapse too final. Laughter snaps off mid-note.
“We gotta get out of here,” you stammer as you push out of your seat as the man lies unmoving; blood spreads on the carpet as the ghost-faced monster breathes ragged above him.
A string of curses and disbelief precedes the screams that rip through the theater; hands shoving as people fight for the exit.
“JJ!” You shout as his fingers slip from yours, the avalanche of people pulling you with it, dragging you up the stairs, nearly losing your footing as bodies crush past.
“JJ!” You scream again, voice hoarse, but he’s already gone. The doors fling open and the crowd pours into the lobby. You’re hauled with the crowd, lungs locked, vision tunneling. You claw for your phone. It rings once—voicemail.
“Come on, Jayj,” you whimper, catching his voicemail again. You swallow the lump in your throat, struggling for a breath as you press your thumb down, calling for Rafe instead.
“The fuck do you want?” His voice cuts sharp and bitter through the speaker.
“Rafe—”
“You gonna bitch me out about, Grace? You see me with her and decide to finally make that change, princess? That it?”
“Rafe, please—”
“Unbelievable,” he spits. “That fucking Instagram post? Are you trying to kill me? Do I mean nothing to you? Did last night mean nothing? I'm only out with her ‘cause I’m embarrassed, alright? Pride’s gone. You happy?”
“Rafe!” Your scream crackles through the speaker, raw and desperate for him to listen.
He stops mid-rant; voice trailing off like he finally hears you. Like he really hears you.
The silence makes your blood run cold as the chaos surges around you. And for one breathless second you’re ridden with the thought—was it him? Was he under the mask, standing by that screen, and now he’s pretending.
You listen a little closer but it’s all there: the bar noise, the club music, laughter. The sirens scream on your end of the phone, making it next to impossible to hear.
“Hey—Hey, baby. You okay?” His voice changes. “—Where are you?”
“AMC,” you sob. “I can't—I can't find JJ. Everybody started running and I—I lost him.”
“Running?” He asks, and you can already hear in his voice that he's moving through a crowd of his own.
“Somebody died…” your voice squeaks out but he quickly pushes past that.
“And you’re alone?” His voice tightens and you can hear the disappointment and anger twisted into it.
“Yeah—”
“Maybank lost you? Left you?” His rage bursts through. “You fuckin’ kidding me?” You can hear the footsteps on the other end of the phone, Rafe’s feet pounding against the sidewalk; his breathing short and sharp. “Stay on the fucking phone with me. You hear me? Stay on. I'm almost there.”
The crowd thins, the night air hits your skin—and then he’s there. You turn around and he collides into you, his big body covering you from the commotion, arms holding you close.
“Rafe—” You whimper with tear-filled eyes as his lips claim yours. You gasp into your kiss; Rafe swallowing the sound as his lips tremble against yours.
He pulls back enough that his eyes scan your face, looking you over protectively as his hands hold your cheeks, bringing you in for another breathless kiss.
“M’sorry for talkin’ to you like that—I was angry. I wasn’t listening,” he mumbles gently between soft kisses.
“Baby!” You hear JJ holler for you—your body drifting away from Rafe’s as the ambulance shielding you pulls away.
“Don’t worry about me, okay? We’ll—We’ll figure it out,” Rafe mutters through gritted teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Holy shit. Holy shit, baby,” JJ pants as he runs across the street. He pulls you in tight, a mirror image of Rafe’s reaction a moment before. And the contact makes you feel like you’re fighting air again, caught between the boy who should have you and the boy that does…
Both calling you baby.
He presses kisses to your forehead, taking a moment to calm down with you in his arms, whispering I’m sorrys between sharp breaths.
Rafe’s still there. His sharp jaw set hard, blue eyes burning hotter than you’ve ever seen before.
And in that moment, your worry shifts… Maybe it wasn’t JJ you had to worry about at all.
Maybe it was the boy who kissed you like a lover, and stared at him like prey.
rafe f ing his daughters best friend in the middle of the night against a wall when she just wanted to get a glass of water
She doesnt want it but it feels sooo good
S cking on her tits and filling her up
Quiet Sweetheart
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You pad your feet along the cold tiles. The house is dark and silent. You left your best friend sound asleep in her bed to come downstairs for a drink, unable to sleep from the thirst. The kitchen is dark with only the moonlight shining through the window to give you a path towards the fridge.
You pour yourself the ice cold beverage and gulp down the liquids, feeling refreshed and ready to pad back upstairs when a figure startles you. You’re back hitting the wall and you silently gasp but then feel relief when your best friend’s dad, rafe, enters the kitchen. His tall figure coming into light. Hes shirtless, his sweatpants hanging down on his hips, his abs flexing as he walks towards you. Eyes on you as he reaches with one hand for the fridge handle, pulling it open. The light illuminates your figure more. The skimpy white tank and short sleeping shorts leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Rafes eyes trail down your chest, where your nipples poke at the fabric, and down to your thighs that are squeezed into the shorts.
“It’s late” he says turning his head back towards the fridge and pulling out the pitcher of water. “Couldn’t sleep?” He pulls a glass from the cupboard and pours himself some of the liquid. Gulping it down and setting the glass onto the kitchen island. You shake your head, looking down at the tiled floor. “Was just thirsty, is all” you mutter, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Rafe made you feel like that. He’d always be watching you whenever you were over, always stern and authoritative. He would never actually say anything to you, he barely spoke to you. This is the most he’s said to you in all 4 years you’ve been coming over.
Rafe is the most feared man on the island. After his father’s death he took for the family business and turned it into an empire. People cowered in front of him. He intimidated you, you dont know why you allowed him to make you feel this way. He’s never done anything to you. “You don’t have to be scared of me” you were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadnt realized he was so close. “W-what? I’m not, sir” you stuttered on your words. He rolled his eyes, “and you don’t have to call me sir” he stepped closer, caging your body against the wall. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Not only because his natural scent of Cardamom and Sage enveloped you, but because there was nowhere to go even if you tried to move. “A pretty thing like you..” he cut his sentence short. His fingers moving up to push a strand of hair out of your face. He lifted your chin upward with his thumb and pointer finger so you could look him in the eye. “You know I watch you whenever you’re here.” He continues speaking, not even paying attention to how uncomfortable he’s making you.
“So pretty, sweetheart” his eyes go lower to your chest. Hands moving down to palm your tits through the materiel in the way. You whine, but not in pleasure, more in fear. Fear of not knowing what he’s doing or what he’ll do next. But your to scared to move. Back still firmly against the wall as he lifts the hem of your shirt up and you hear him groan when your plump tits are exposed. “God.” He mutters, “these are.. beautiful” he gropes them in his palm. “How many times I’ve imaged seeing you like this. How many times I’ve touched myself to you” he continues talking but he’s not even talking to you. He’s just thinking out loud. “and now I can have what I’ve always wanted” he reaches for his sweatpants lowering the cloth down and pulling his hardened length out. You gasp and your eyes widen in shock, “Mr. Cameron, I-i don’t think-“ he shushes you, “that’s right, sweetheart. Don’t think” he swiftly turns you around, yanking at your short and panties and spreading your legs wider.
You feel the pressure of his tip push into your hole. The stretch and reality of what’s happening bringing tears to your eyes. “Quiet baby” he chuckles breathlessly “don’t wanna wake anyone up” he snuggles himself fully in you and you whimper. This might be wrong and disgusting, but why does it feel good. He places his palm around your mouth, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering “brace yourself, sweetheart. I’ve dreamt about this for far too long and I won’t be gentle” before pulling back and snapping his hips into you roughly. The tears spill from your eyes. You don’t want this, but you can’t help the way he fills you up, his tip already finding that spot inside you that has your thighs shaking and a sadistic smirk painting Rafes face. Taglist
Secrets exposed, tempers ignited. And Rafe vows there will be no more waiting.
The pregnancy test glints under the soft light of Rafe's room. His knuckles are white around it. His jaw ticks once, twice.
“What's this?” His voice is deceptively calm, almost quiet.
Your stomach drops. “That's… that's not mine.” you blurt, before you can stop yourself.
Rafe lets out a low, incredulous laugh that's nothing like amusement. He steps towards you, each step deliberate. “Don't start with that bullshit. You think I'm fucking stupid?”
You flinch. “I panicked, okay? I didn't-”
“Panicked?” He cuts you off sharply. “You panicked so you lied to my fucking face?!” His voice spikes, bouncing off the walls.
“I'm sorry,” you say quickly. “I-I didn't even know how to tell you.”
“Who else knows?” His eyes are blazing now, blue but storm dark.
Your mouth opens, closes. “Sarah. She was there when I took the test. Nobody else.”
“How long have you known?”
“I didn't. I literally just found out.”
“And you thought I didn't deserve to be the first to know?” His voice is raw now, not yelling but worse, tight with betrayal.
“I wasn't sure!” You're crying before you realise. “I just-I didn't know, Rafe. Please calm down.”
He steps closer. Another step and you're bacled against the dresser. His shadow swallows you. “Calm down? You've been sick for days and didn't think to tell me? You run around with Sarah instead?!"
“Please,” you whisper. “Can I at least get dressed before we do this?”
Rafe glares, then yanks a black t-shirt from the back of his chair and throws it at you. “Fine. But don't think this conversation is over.”
You turn your back, dropping the towel and slipping it over your head, pulling it down over trembling hands. Your hoodie and leggins are crumpled on the floor, forgotten.
When you face him again, his chest is heaving, the pregnancy test still clutched in his fist.
“I'm not marrying you in three months' time.” he says flatly.
You blink, stunned. “Wait-what? What do you mean?”
“I mean we're not waiting.” His eyes glitter. “We're getting married as soon as possible.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He takes another step forward. “You're not running with my child. You're not making decisions without me. We're doing this now.”
Your pulse hammers in your ears. “Rafe-this is crazy. We're not ready. I'm not ready-”
“You think I'm going to sit back while you decide when to tell me things? While you disappear to ”talk" to other people? No. This ends now."
He paces the room, hands digging into his hair, then back to pointing at you with the test. “Do you even understand what this means? This isn't some game. This is our life.”
“I know!” you shout back, tears streaking down your face. “I know, okay? I didn't plan this either!”
He stops pacing and spins to face you. “Then you should be standing with me, not against me.” His voice drops lower, softer but deadlier. “We're going to handle this together. You're mine. This baby's mine. We're a family now. And I'm not waiting around for your doubts to catch up.”
Your back hits the wall. He's close enough that you can smell his soap, feel the heat rolling off him. His hands land on either side of your head, boxing you in without touching.
“Do you hear me?” he asks, voice vibrating against the walls.
You nod skakily. “Yes. I hear you.”
He closes his eyes, breathes hard through his nose, and then steps back, his whole body still tense. “We'll talk about the wedding later. I'm thinking eloping. Something quick. Something no one can stop.”
“Rafe…” Your voice breaks. “Please slow down. We can figure this out, but we can't just-”
He cuts you off with a look so sharp it silences you mid sentence. “No more running,” he says. “No more secrets.”
For a long moment the only sound in the room is your breathing, the faint hum of the AC, and the soft click of the pregnancy test as he sets it down on the dresser.
“Get some rest.” he says finally, turning away, though his shoulders stay rigid. “We're going to talk more tonight.”
You slide down the wall, knees to your chest, staring at the floor. The walls of Rafe's room feel smaller than ever, his words circling your head like a trap closing in.
Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.
Words - 3k
Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.
A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!
Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week you’ve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.
JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldn’t. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you don’t remember a time when they weren’t there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldn’t get around it for this party.
You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.
Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.
“Well, well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine” Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.
“Fuck off, Cameron” I told him, trying not to say more and start something.
“Anyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshine” he laughed.
“Only to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweet” my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I bet you taste sweet” he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. “What’s got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldn’t have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?”
“You’re such an asshole, Cameron” You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.
“Most girls that talk to me the way you do get punished” he leered, inches from my face.
So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.
“Let go of me you fucking psycho!” I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. “I swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”
“Don’t call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.” he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.
I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.
He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.
I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.
“Rafe just fucking walk away, leave me alone” I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.
*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldn’t have done that” he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.
“You psychotic motherfucker, put me down!” I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.
He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.
“You may not want this, but your body does” he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.
“You’re a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.” He threatens.
I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but don’t see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.
“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.
“Just a little something to make you enjoy it more.” He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.
“Open up, Sunshine” he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.
I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw won’t let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I can’t stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didn’t want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.
“What the fuck did you give me, Rafe?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.
“Aww Sunshine, it’s just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.” He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.
“Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.
“Oh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.” He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.
“That’s it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.” He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.
“More” I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.
I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.
“Fuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?” he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.
“Shit Rafe, I don’t know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ain’t fitting in me.” I say in wonder.
“I’ll make it fit,” he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasn’t all the drugs.
“Oh, don’t be shy now” Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.
Distracted by his kiss, I didn’t notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.
“FUCK!” I cried out “Rafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!” I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.
“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.
“I’ll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and you’ll only want my cock in this pussy. You’re mine now, Sunshine” he rasped in my ear.
“I hate you” I hissed at him.
Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.
“You keep saying that, but your body doesn’t,” he taunted “you might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didn’t you?”
I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.
“Oh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slut” he hissed at me.
“Yes Daddy” I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.
“That’s my good little slut” he teased.
He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.
“That’s it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.” He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.
He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.
“S’too much, daddy” I whine, trying to push on his stomach. “I can’t do it”
He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.
“You will take everything I give you. You’re my little cum slut now and you will obey me” he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.
All you could hear in the room were my ‘uh-uhs’ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.
“You better cum before me or you’re outta luck,” he panted. “We’re not here for your pleasure, only mine.” He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.
I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafe’s dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I can’t stop.
“Jesus Fuck” Rafe gasps, “You’re clenching so tight I can barely move.”
He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.
“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.
“Oops can’t have any Daddy’s juices spilling out can we?” he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.
“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.
“Stop being a whiny slut” he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.
“What the fuck” I snap.
“I need something to jerk off to when you’re not around”
He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.
“Unlock it” he demands.
I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.
“When I call, I expect you to answer and come to me” he demands coldly. “If you don’t, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.” he grins.
I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.
“Now you’re gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.” He instructed. “The whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.”
I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.
Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.
“Stop crying like a cunt,” he mocked me, “You enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?”
“It was the drugs” I argue.
“Sure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?” he asked.
I’m looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.
“S’what I thought,” he smirked “Now get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.”
I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.
Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJ’s lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didn’t seem to have missed me.
I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.
Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.
I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.
How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.
You weren’t sure when Rafe’s love began to feel more like a cage. In the beginning, it had been intoxicating the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the room. His attention made you feel special, chosen. But as time passed, the intensity of his affection twisted into something darker, something suffocating.
You had always been a Pogue, one of the “lower” class on the island, and Rafe had always been the Kook. It didn’t make sense when you first got together. You had always been worlds apart he, with his money, his power, and his perfect life; you, with your friends, the laughter, the simple joys. But somehow, against all odds, it had started. And for a while, it felt like maybe he was different, maybe he’d see past the social divide between your worlds.
But it didn’t take long for the cracks to start showing.
It started with little things. He’d make snide comments about your friends, the Pogues. “Don’t hang out with them too much,” he’d say, voice dripping with superiority. “They don’t know how to treat you right.”
Then came the jealousy. The first time you caught him glaring at JJ, you thought you imagined it. But when it happened again, and again, you realized Rafe had a problem with anyone who so much as looked at you.
“Just… don’t talk to him, okay?” he’d say, his voice tight, watching as JJ cracked jokes from across the room. “He doesn’t respect you. He doesn’t care about you like I do.”
It didn’t take long before those comments turned into orders. He’d show up uninvited when you went out, glaring at your friends, making you feel like you couldn’t be anywhere without his eyes on you. He’d show up at the Tannyhill parties, always hovering close by, a constant reminder that you were his. And he made it clear that no one else could get too close.
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The night of the party, the tension between you and Rafe was palpable. The car ride over had been thick with silence. You had tried to talk about the things that had been bothering you, but he’d just brushed you off, the same dark glint in his eyes.
“Why do you always make this harder than it needs to be?” he muttered, his fingers clenched tightly around the steering wheel. “I just want you to be mine, Y/N. Why can’t you just be with me and forget about the rest of them?”
You had tried to argue, tried to explain that you loved your friends, that you didn’t need his permission to spend time with them. But it was no use. Rafe didn’t listen. He was too focused on controlling you.
The party was a blur. Music thumped in the background as you mingled, laughing with your friends. But every time you caught someone’s gaze, you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, burning a hole into your back. You could practically feel the possessiveness radiating off him.
JJ was the first one to approach you. His easy grin spread across his face as he handed you a drink. “You look like you’re surviving this chaos,” he joked, nudging you playfully.
“Just about,” you laughed, relaxing for the first time that night.
But then you felt it Rafe’s presence, looming behind you. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze was like a storm. His jaw clenched as he watched you and JJ laughing together, and you could see his grip on his drink tighten.
“Don’t talk to him, Y/N,” Rafe’s voice was cold, cutting through the lightheartedness.
You turned around, your heart sinking. “What?”
“I said, don’t talk to him,” Rafe repeated, his voice lower this time, dark and sharp.
JJ glanced between the two of you, raising an eyebrow. “Dude, relax. We’re just talking.”
“I’m not talking to you,” Rafe snapped, stepping closer to you. His eyes never left JJ, full of something dangerous.
“Rafe, please, stop.” Your voice wavered as you tried to step between them. But before you could reach him, Rafe grabbed your arm, yanking you toward him with a force that made your chest tighten.
“Don’t touch her, Rafe!” JJ’s voice was sharp, his stance protective as he took a step forward. “Get your hands off her!”
Rafe’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a sneer. “You think you can just take her from me, JJ? You think you can have her? She’s mine.”
Your stomach twisted at his words. Mine. That’s what he always said, but you’d never felt more like something to be possessed than you did right now.
“Rafe, this isn’t you” you started, trying to pull away from his grip. But his hold only tightened, and you winced as his fingers dug into your skin.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Rafe hissed, his voice trembling with rage. “I can’t lose you, Y/N. I won’t.”
“You’re losing me right now,” you said, your voice breaking. “This isn’t love, Rafe. You don’t own me!”
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. For a moment, Rafe just stood there, his eyes wide, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Then, without warning, his fist flew toward JJ.
There was a sickening crack as Rafe’s fist connected with JJ’s jaw, sending him stumbling back into a group of bystanders.
“Stop it!” you screamed, trying to break free from Rafe’s hold, but he held you tightly, his grip unyielding as he glared at JJ, his chest heaving.
“You’re not going to take her from me,” Rafe spat, voice thick with jealousy and possessiveness.
“I don’t want her like this,” JJ groaned from the floor, wiping blood from his lip. “You’re destroying her, Rafe.”
Tears welled in your eyes, your heart breaking as the reality of everything you’d been ignoring finally hit you. You had let this go on for far too long. You had let Rafe’s obsession cloud everything. But tonight, it had gone too far.
“You don’t own me!” you shouted at him, voice trembling with fury. “I’m not yours to control! I’m leaving!”
Rafe’s face twisted with rage, his eyes wild as he reached out to grab your arm. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.
But the anger in his voice didn’t scare you anymore. You yanked your arm out of his grip, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned and ran out of the house, not caring where you were going, just knowing you couldn’t stay any longer.
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The cool night air burned against your skin as you fled the party. Your mind was clouded with anger and fear, the stinging words from Rafe replaying in your head. You didn’t know where to go, didn’t know what to do. But you knew one thing: you couldn’t stay at that party, not after what happened.
As you walked the streets, your thoughts raced, and you tried to ignore the panic bubbling up inside. You had to get away from Rafe. You had to get away from the suffocating grip he had on your life. But your feet carried you back to his house anyway, against your better judgment. Maybe it was the familiarity of it, or maybe the fear of what would happen if you didn’t.
You let yourself into the large, quiet house, the door creaking as you pushed it open. The silence felt oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building between you two for weeks. You told yourself you were just getting your things, that you’d leave for good this time. But even as you made your way inside, you knew you couldn’t escape him so easily.
And sure enough, there he was, standing at the foot of the stairs when you walked in, his jaw tight, his eyes cold.
“You thought you could just leave?” Rafe’s voice was low and filled with menace, every word dripping with danger. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable.
You swallowed hard, your heart racing. “I couldn’t stay there. You hurt him, Rafe.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, but you refused to back down.
“I hurt him?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, as if the very air between you two had thickened. “You think he respects you? You think you can just waltz in here and run off with someone like him, after everything I’ve given you? After everything I’ve done for you?”
His words felt like poison, but you tried to stand tall, trying to gather some semblance of courage. “You don’t own me, Rafe. You never did. I’m done.”
The words barely left your mouth when he was on you, his hand shooting out and grabbing your wrist, squeezing with a painful force. His grip felt like a vice, and for a moment, you thought you might not be able to breathe.
“Done?” he sneered, his voice low and dripping with malice. “You think you can just walk away from me like you’re some fucking saint? You think you can just break everything between us and get away with it?”
Your breath hitched in your throat as he dragged you across the room, slamming you against the wall. The impact made your head spin, and you gasped, trying to pull yourself together. His eyes were cold, calculating, as if something had snapped inside him.
“Rafe, please let go,” you begged, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears. His face was twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation.
“Do you know what you’ve made me do?” he growled, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? I loved you, Y/N. I gave you everything. And you repay me by running off with him? With that?” He spat the words like venom.
“Rafe, stop it!” you cried, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re scaring me!”
His grip tightened on your wrist, pulling you closer to him, until your faces were inches apart. His breath was hot against your skin, and for a moment, it felt like the world had gone silent, just the two of you in the storm of his rage.
“You think you’re going to leave me, huh?” His voice was barely a whisper, and you could hear the venom in it. “You think you can have him, and forget about me? You think I’m just going to stand here and let you walk away like that?”
Your heart was racing. “Rafe stop!”
But he wasn’t stopping. His hand moved to your throat, gripping it with startling force, and you gasped, feeling the pressure against your windpipe. Panic shot through you, but Rafe’s eyes were wild, fevered with jealousy and anger.
“You think you’re leaving me?” he snarled, shaking you slightly, his other hand digging into your arm, bruising you. “No. You’re not going anywhere, Y/N. Not now. Not ever.”
You struggled beneath his grip, trying to pry his hand from your throat, but he was stronger than you, more furious than you had ever seen him.
“Rafe, please stop!” you begged, fear thick in your voice.
But there was no recognition of your plea. Only rage, possessiveness, and a deep, twisted sense of entitlement.
“You think I won’t hurt you?” Rafe spat, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he shook you again. “I’ll make sure you never forget that you’re mine!”
Suddenly, something snapped inside you. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, and with every ounce of strength you had, you brought your knee up into his groin.
He staggered back, gasping for air, his hand flying to his stomach.
“You think I’m yours?” you shouted, voice hoarse with anger. “You don’t own me, Rafe! You never did!”
Rafe’s face contorted with rage as he lunged at you again. “You little bitch!” He slammed his fist into your side, making you stumble backward, the force of it sending you crashing into the nearby coffee table.
Pain exploded in your ribs as you hit the ground, but you scrambled to your feet, your body trembling. You could taste blood in your mouth, and the fear inside you was growing this wasn’t just anger anymore, it was violence.
“Get the fuck off me!” you yelled, trying to push him away, but Rafe was relentless. He grabbed your hair, yanking you back by it, making you cry out in pain.
“You want to leave me?” he hissed through gritted teeth, dragging you backward across the floor. “You think you can just leave like everything’s fine? Like you didn’t belong to me?”
He threw you back against the wall with force, the back of your head cracking against it. A sharp pain shot through you, and for a moment, everything went blurry.
But you couldn’t give up. Not now.
Your hand found a nearby lamp, and with shaking hands, you swung it toward him. It crashed against his shoulder, and he howled in pain, stumbling back.
For a brief moment, you thought he might hesitate maybe, just maybe, he’d realize what he was doing.
But there was no slowing down. Rafe was a storm, and you were nothing more than debris in his path.
He grabbed you again, pulling you roughly toward him, his grip like steel, his eyes wild with fury. “You want to run away?” he growled. “You want to leave me? I’ll make sure no one ever touches you again. No one will ever love you like I do. No one will ever want you like I do. You’re mine, Y/N.”
You fought back, your heart pounding as you kicked and shoved, but his rage kept coming, relentless and dark. He pinned you against the wall, and for the first time, you felt truly trapped. The pain was unbearable, the suffocation of his control too much to bear.
You gasped for breath, your heart hammering in your chest. “I’m leaving, Rafe.” The words were barely a whisper. “And you can’t stop me.”
For a moment, his grip faltered, the haze of anger lifting for just a second, but then the dark glint returned to his eyes.
“No, you’re not,” he snarled, his voice venomous. “You’re mine. You’ll never leave me. Ever.”
The suffocating fear returned, but with it came a new resolve. You couldn’t stay. Not anymore. You couldn’t let him break you any longer.
Gathering every ounce of strength you had left, you shoved him off, running for the door.
“Don’t you dare leave!” he shouted after you. But you didn’t look back. You didn’t stop. You just ran, the sound of his voice following you as you fled into the night.
You didn’t know where you were going—but it didn’t matter. You were free.
soooooo my deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts may have won over with this one. hopefully you like it or at the very least, understand why i wrote it :)
❝ who’s afraid of
little old me?
you should be. ❞
pairing: bf!rafe x dark!reader
context: rafe comes to realize you’re more like him than he thought.
words: 3k+
warnings: definitely +18. mdni. murder, dark!rafe, psycho!rafe, psycho!reader, jealousy, possessive behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub!rafe (kind of, but not really), choking, praise kink, cutting, stabbing, blood, violence, blood play (idek if it counts tbh), dark fluff (is that even a thing?), SMUT with fucked up plot… rafe and reader being crazy, basically
you stood by the bar beside your best friend, engaged in conversation about some guy who'd pissed her off today by standing her up on a date, your eyes focused on the scene behind her head, where your boyfriend sat on the couch in the living room, a girl with short brown hair beside him, trying to cling onto his arm.
you feel your grip around your glass tighten, as the girl's hand gets closer and closer to wrapping around rafe's bicep.
"do you know who that girl is?" you cut your best friend off in the middle of her sentence and she snaps her head to what or who you're looking at.
"oh, that's sofia," she tells you, taking a sip of her drink. "she works as a bartender at the club. always flirting with top, kelce, and rafe. why? you jealous?"
heat rises in your chest at the mention of the girl constantly flirting with rafe, but you play it off. "please," a scoff leaves your mouth. "you know he knows better."
you take sip of your drink, and pull out your phone to text rafe.
you: if that sofia girl touches you one more time, i stg i'm dragging her ass across the floor
rafe: chill baby
rafe: you won't
you click your tongue and type away, your best friend watching your every move.
"you good?" she asks.
"mhm," you hum, sending the message.
you: you think i'm kidding?
you: try me, bitch.
you look up to find rafe snickering at your text, which only pisses you off more as he texts you back.
rafe: shut the fuck up, and get over here.
you: fuck no. tell her my drink's empty.
rafe watches as you down the rest of your drink and set the glass down on the bar, before waltzing away and heading outside, throwing him a glare as you do. he rolls his eyes at your antics, but gets up to follow you anyway.
“where the fuck are you going?” he calls after you, trailing closely behind as you cross the front lawn. “you came here with me.”
“i’ll call an uber,” you reply, continuing to walk towards the road. “go back inside and let sofia touch you some more.”
“oh my god,” he groans and catches up to you, grabbing onto your wrist to make you stop and look at him. “will you quit being a brat?”
you tilt your head up at him, fire in your eyes as they lock with his. “and what are you gonna do if i don’t?”
—
a moan slips out of your mouth as your back hits rafe's bedroom door, making it slam shut—thank god, his family had gone to the bahamas—as he kissed you like a man starved.
"still got more to say about sofia?" he says against you, lips trailing down to your neck, and hands trailing up your thighs to hook them around his waist. "jump."
you do as you're told, your legs locking around him and your fingers tangling into his hair, as your lips connected again and rafe's hands trailed up your back—one pressing you against him and one sliding up your hair.
he turns and lets you fall onto the bed with him above you, your legs still locked around him, as he began untying the knot in your shirt. he pushes it off of you, revealing your lacy white bra.
"fuckkk y/n," he groans, hand reaching up to grab at one of your tits.
"you like it baby?" you ask, as he trails wet kisses down your neck and collar bone. "it's new."
"i love it," he says, fingers unclasping it from the front, and lips moving to wrap around your now exposed nipple.
his other hand massages your other boob, finger flicking at your sensitive nub.
you pull him up to attach his lips back to yours. "i want you, rafe. now."
he chuckles against your lips, the vibration turning you on more, the spot between your legs getting wetter. you flip the both of you over so you're straddling him.
"i like this side of you, doll," he looks up at you with a smirk as you rid yourself of your bra, and he reaches up to grab both your tits. "should make you jealous more often."
"shut up," you say, leaning back down to kiss him, hands entwining into his hair as your hips press down into his.
a groan falls from his mouth as his hands roam over your body, your hard nipples pressing against him.
"need you, pretty girl," he said, hips lifting into yours.
"more than sofia?" you ask, pulling your lips away from his.
"more than anyone," he replies, hands snaking around the front of your waist to unbutton your shorts.
you move to the side so he can tug them off your legs, along with your lacy white thong, while you reach to pull his shirt off his head and he takes off his shorts.
you swing your leg back over him once you're both naked, hovering and grinding your hips above him, slickness coating his dick just enough to tease him.
"doll, come on," he whines, attempting to press you down onto his length.
you place both your hands on his chest and lean down towards his ear. "this'll teach you not to make me jealous."
"y/n…" his voice is much serious now, and you smirk.
"what?" you look at him with innocent eyes, hand trailing down to grab his dick and align it with your center.
you slowly sink down onto him, your body relaxing as he groans.
"so so good," you mewl, hips rocking against his.
he watches you closely, hands moving to grip your hips. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down, eliciting a moan from your mouth.
"move, pretty girl," he demands, eyes locked on yours as you sit up. "let me see you ride me."
you give in to his words and begin bouncing your ass on him, hands trailing down to his abs to steady yourself. up. down. up. down. up. down.
"just like that, doll," rafe says, hand trailing up your body to wrap around your neck. "you look so pretty riding my cock."
that only makes you pick up the pace, hands moving to rest on his thighs behind you, as your pussy clenches around his length, your orgasm quickly building up in your core. rafe's hands move to grab your tits as you continue, his eyes watching himself slip in and out of you.
"you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked when you threw your head back in pleasure.
"cum with me, rafe," you moan, your high inching closer and closer.
his fingers pinch at your nipples and that sends you over the edge, your hips slowing down as your high washes over you. rafe follows soon after, thrusts getting sloppier as he comes down.
you slowly move off to lay beside him, and he reaches out to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a small towel. he uses it to clean the spot between your legs before cleaning off himself.
you position yourself under his comforter as he tosses the towel on the ground and joins you.
"remember how good my pussy feels around you next time you let sofia touch you," you say, snuggling into him.
a small chuckles falls from his lips as he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. "good night, crazy girl."
—
your eyes shoot open at the sound of rafe’s phone incessantly buzzing on the nightstand, as the sunshine peeked through his bedroom curtains.
making sure not to wake him, you reach over to grab his phone, rage boiling through your veins when you read the notifications on the screen.
3 missed calls from sofia.
sofia: hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday lol. lmk if you need to blow off some steam ;) xx
“oh, this bitch needs to be put down,” you mutter to yourself, immediately unlocking rafe’s phone—he gave you his passcode months ago without you even asking—and typing away to reply to sofia's message.
rafe: hey sof :) yeah, she's a lot. how 'bout you meet me at tannyhill around 2 today?
you hit send, and the three bubbles appear almost immediately.
god, this bitch was desperate.
sofia: perf, i'll see you then!!
rafe: just knock when you get here, i'll be home alone
sofia: you got it, see u later xx
you roll your eyes and proceed to delete the conversation, before moving to rafe's phone app to remove her 3 missed calls from his log.
three. who calls a guy with a girlfriend three times? crazy bitch.
just as you're about to place his phone back on the nightstand, rafe groans and shifts, arm slinging over your waist, as a call from ward vibrates his phone.
"baby," you nudge rafe, but he just groans again, arm around your waist tightening. "rafe," you shake him this time and his eyes flutter open.
"morning, pretty girl," he smiles, hand scratching your lower back. "you ok?"
"mhm," you nod, pretending you had just woken up. "woke up from your dad calling, though."
you hold the phone out to him, which was now vibrating for the second time with ward's name.
"sorry 'bout that, doll," he takes the phone from you and sits up, answering the call and pressing the phone up against his ear.
"i'm gonna go pee," you mouth to him, and he nods, as you get out from under the covers and slip on rafe's shirt before walking towards his bathroom.
you close the door behind you and take a quick piss before washing your hands and deciding to brush your teeth.
hopefully rafe wasn't gonna be around the house at 2 today, you thought. you knew he went out golfing with the boys and hit the gym afterwards every saturday afternoon, usually returning around 5 or 6, so it shouldn't be a problem. unless ward had him do something today that required him to stick around the house—now that would really put a damper on your plans.
the door opens and rafe joins you, only wearing a pair of boxers. "mmm," he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder. "i'll never get sick of seeing you in my shirt."
his eyes meets yours through the mirror, and you lean down to spit and rinse your mouth.
"what's my baby doing today?" he asked, as you wiped your mouth dry.
"probably just hang around here," you shrug, hands trailing along his arms, as you leaned your head against his. "maybe lay out by the pool for a bit and make some lunch."
"for me too?"
you look down at him, and his eyes meet yours. "you're not going golfing with kelce and top?"
"oh, i am," he nods. "and i gotta take care of some stuff for dad too, so i'll probably be home a little later." perfect. "how 'bout we do dinner? you can dress up all cute and sexy, and i'll take you out on the town?"
"sounds perfect, baby," you smile, connecting your lips with his.
this was gonna be the best day ever.
—
after rafe left around eleven, you occupied yourself by taking a quick swim in the pool, before settling on a floatie and closing your eyes, as the sun beat down on your skin.
ring! ring! ring!
your alarm clock goes off at 1:50 pm, and you open your eyes to take your phone from the cup holder and silence it, happily slipping off the floatie when you realize it's almost time.
you grab your towel from one of the pool chairs and dry off before wrapping it around you, slipping on your crochet shorts, and waltzing inside with more of a pep in your step than usual.
you whistle as you walk through the house and stop in the living room to hang your towel off the back of the armchair and sit down, just in time for a knock to come at the door.
it's followed by another, before the front door creaks open and closes, as the sound of someone's footsteps get closer and closer.
"rafe?" the sound of sofia's voice fills your ears and you smile when she reaches the living room.
"hey, sof," you say, causing her to completely stop in her tracks, a few feet away.
"oh, y/n," she was clearly caught off guard. "i didn't know you'd be here."
"of course you didn't," you shrug, sitting up. "because you came here to see my rafe, isn't that right, sof?"
"uhh…"
"no need to lie, sweetheart," you drawl. "i've been expecting you." you pull out the pocket knife that you had stashed in the armchair earlier to prepare and spin it around in your fingers.
the color instantly drains from sofia's face, as you flip the knife open, the blade catching the sun's light.
"here's the thing, sof," you stand up and slowly approach her, the growing crazy look in your eyes making her uneasy. "i'm a very possessive person, and i don't like sharing what's mine." you shake your head, eyes focused on hers.
"and rafe… tall and handsome as he is… is mine," you glide the edge of your knife across her collarbone as you round her, making sure not to cut her just yet. "and personally, i didn't take it very well when you called and texted him this morning."
"i- i don't know what you're talking about," her voice shakes, clearly afraid of what you might do if she admits to it.
"hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday. let me know if you want to blow off some steam," you recite the text message she sent rafe from memory, making her breath hitch.
"that— that wasn't an accident," sofia shakes her head. "i didn't mean-"
"oh, baby," you whisper against her ear, making her head turn towards you. "don't you know i hate liars?"
"please," sofia begs, eyes closing shut as tears stream down her face. "y/n… you don't have to do this."
"and you didn't have to text my man," you tut, trailing the knife down her back. "but you did, so i'll make it quick."
"no!" she shouts, pushing you away from her, and beelining for the door.
"you really shouldn't have done that," you chuckle, a smirk coming across your lips, as you follow to tackle her before she reaches the door.
you turn her around, so you're straddling her, both your knees pinning her arms down. "i tried to be nice…" you say, gripping a handful of her brown hair as you lean down to cut across her collar bone.
she screams in agony. "stop, stop, stop!"
"consider this a lesson, sof…" you trail off, knife moving down to dig into the side of her stomach. "rafe," stab. "is," stab. "mine."
you pull the knife out from her side, blood splattering on your stomach, as you drag it up her body, towards her chest.
the color drowns from her face as her eyes turn lifeless, and she stops squirming underneath you.
at this point, your chest, face, legs, and arms are covered with blood splatters, your hand holding the knife bloodier than any other part of you.
you stand up and hover over her, a smirk coming across your lips at the sight of her dead body.
"look, dad, i took care of it, a'ight?" the familiar sound of your boyfriend's voice booms through the house, as you hear the backyard door slide close.
shit. shit. shit.
he wasn't suppose to be home until later. what the fuck was he doing here?
panic begins to build up inside you, as rafe's footsteps approach you, and you round sofia's body to pick up one of her hands to begin dragging her towards the front door. maybe it was a good thing she tried to run.
"yeah, i got it," you hear rafe's voice again. "i think y/n's taking a nap right now, so i'll take the druthers out and-" he suddenly stops in the entryway connecting the living room to the kitchen, eyes on you. "i'll call you back later."
he ends the call with ward, phone coming down to his side.
"i told you i'd drag her across the floor?" you joke, shrugging a shoulder.
"holy shit, y/n!" rafe rushes over and crouches down to feel sofia's pulse.
nothing.
he looks up at you. "did you do this?!"
"no…" you give him your innocent eyes, and drop her hand, pocket knife hiding behind your back.
"what the fuck, babe?"
"hey, don't act like this is all on me!" you argue, pointing down at sofia's body and pacing around the room. "she was the one who was texting and calling you nonstop this morning! she should've known better! no one takes what's mine. especially not you!"
"you— you did this… because of me?" rafe slowly stands, eyes refocusing on your crazed out state.
"of course i did," your shoulders falling limp. "i— i love you, rafe!" you shake your head. "i— i can't lose you. not-"
before you could get another word out, he was pushing you up against the wall, lips hungrily kissing yours.
the knife clatters onto the ground, as your bloodied hands tangle into his hair, and he hooks a hand around your thigh to bring it up beside his waist.
"you— you're not mad?" you ask between kisses.
"are you kidding?" he mutters against you. "fuck no. just a little more work for me."
"wait, wait, wait—" you place a hand on his chest, and push him away just enough to look at him. "what does that mean?"
"there may or may not be a dead body in the cargo bed of my truck…"
"you killed someone?"
"it was necessary?" he shrugs, a cute little smile on his lips.
a laugh falls from your mouth before you can stop it.
"what?" rafe asks, chuckling at the sound of your adorable laugh.
you shake your head, hand trailing down his hair. "we're so fucked up."
"and that's just how i like it."
i hope y'all don't think i'm absolutely insane now lolz. i swearrrrr i just wanted to try something new.
