Clipped Wings
Dark!Rafe x Reader
You had been dating Rafe for a few weeks now and noticed some odd behavior. One day, when the truth of his sanity comes to light, you’re taught just how hard it is to get out of Rafe’s clutches.
Warnings: Dark! Rafe, non-con, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, slight dumbification, forced marriage, controlling husband, stepfordization (technically?), sexual and psychological torture, freeuse kink at play, minors dni
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Word count: 2.8k
(has not been spell and grammar checked)
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And in a sudden moment, your legs felt like heavy cinder blocks. You’ve been running in the woods for ages, never once taking a moment to stop and hold your breath. It’s been close to 15 minutes of continuous running, and you just started getting tired. You found yourself both cursing and giving him props for giving you the advice to work more on cardio and core or else he would have found you by now.
“Come on y/n…” you heard him in the woods. He was close…
…too close.
“If you come out now I won’t be as mad,” he said in a sinisterly sing-song voice that did nothing but evoke shivers down your spine.
You started to tread lightly, any snap or any step out of place and it was all over. Faster than you could even react, you were whipped around and you were face to face with ocean blue eyes that pierced right into your soul. Rafe smirked, “Gotcha”.
His iron grip was held during the entire trek, nearly dragging you back to his car with the long strides he took. He placed you into the passenger seat, and before he could close the door, your right foot attempted to connect with his face. While you were quick, he was quicker, he caught your lower leg before it could make contact.
He quickly turned it in a way that caused a quick second of severe pain, it was like he was hitting a pressure point. Upon impact, you yelled as loud as you could so that someone--anyone--could hear you. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk, “That’s it princess,” he said sinisterly, he knew your attempts were futile. “We’re in uncharted territory, no one can hear you from here.”
You slouched your arms, you felt hopeless. Your phone was dead, and even if it wasn’t, no satellite signal reached the uncharted territory of the island. You tried thinking of other ways To escape, but before you knew it, a cloth was on your mouth and nose. “Take it all in sweetheart. Remember that it was. You who brought us to this point…” he said to you as your vision started to darken and your eyes grew heavier. Your limbs felt jumbo and as you fought to stay awake, he just applied more pressure to the cloth you were breathing in.
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You wake up in a dark room, your vision was groggy and you didn’t haven’t much feeling in your limbs yet. You heard someone coming out of the bathroom, and quickly made out Rafe’s shape. You pretended to fall asleep and he sat next to you in bed, your body went rigid. “I know you’re up baby,” he said with his eyes piercing through you. You could could feel his lingering gaze roam your body, and if you weren’t so concentrated on keeping your breathing even, a shiver would have accompanied his statement. He exhaled, “I can either take it from you like this, or you can wake up and cooperate” he said, irritation growing in his voice.
You didn’t move.
He waited a few more seconds and then huffed, “Fine, have it your way then”. You opened your eyes slightly and he moved a bit closer to you placing a syringe to your arm. You started to panic, “W-wait Rafe no!”
But it was too late. He quickly injected it in your arm, and if you couldn’t feel your limbs before, they felt like jelly now. He sighs in satisfaction, “There we go, I say use this as a time to think about what you did earlier. Actions have consequences y’know y/n. Don’t they?” He said in a condescending manner. When you didn’t answer him, he quickly flipped your frame ove and spanked you, hard. “What did I just say?” You whimpered, “Yes,” you slurred. He spanked you again, “Yes what?”
You swallowed, you were not surviving this night easily. “Y-yes daddy”. You say in defeat. He made an animalistic groan once you said that, and being to furiously take off both yours and his clothes. “I wanted our first time to be special y/n,” he starts, taking off your shorts, a tear threatens to escape your eye, “but something tells me you like it rough”. You whimpered again when you could feel him struggling to take off your panties. The thickness of your thighs and the friction of the fabric made it harder for him to get it off. You heard a loud ripping sound, and saw your panties go the other direction. “P…please Rafe…” you tried to say, you were trying to wake your head up to almost no avail. He leans down, trailing kisses on your backside, “Don’t worry beautiful,” he unbuckles his pants and you hear them drop to the floor, “you’ll enjoy it”.
___SMUT STARTING BELOW___
He pressed his tip to your folds, and you can feel the smirk oozing off of him, “My baby’s excited isn’t she?” Your body had betrayed you, and your folds were slick with anticipation. Before you could even register his sentence, you felt him pound into you with excessive force. You cry out as he continues pumping into you. He exhales, “You feel so tight y/n, so tight and so right for me,” you could barely formulate words and only managed to get out sounds, “Mgskghdj fhdh”.
Rafe’s cock was as big as his ego—and Rafe has the biggest ego on the island. He filled you in a way you didn’t even know was possible and the pleasure he brought you from stretching you out started to have you in a blissful state. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or the dick that had you feeling good, but your body has never ever felt this good. After a few more strokes, you found yourself entering a much more docile and submissive state (maybe it was the drugs taking over, or you had chalked it up to your body succumbing to pleasure as a survival instinct). Your eyes crossed from the pleasure, and he used one of his arms to make you look up at him while the other played with one of your nipples. The extra stimulation was sending you over the edge as your brain felt like it had been switched off.
“That’s right y/n,” Rafe said, looking down at your complacent face, “don’t fight it. You wanna make daddy happy right?” You babbled a few incoherent words and were met with a slap to the face. This made you clench around him even more and you answered him, “Yes daddy”. He chuckled at you, “Looks like I’ve fucked my girl stupid, hm? My dumb baby making a mess on my cock”. You babbled a few more incoherent words with the grunting in his ear, he started muttering, “you’re only mine” and “this pussy belongs to me” “anyone who tries to take you from me is a dead man”. He used the hand that was playing with your tits to choke you, this caused you to clench on him even more and you could feel yourself about to cum. “Daddy wait I can’t take it anymore,” the pressure was building up inside you, but Rafe didn’t let up, “yes you can,” he growled while pounding into you even faster. You tried to lift an arm to hold him back, but all he did was laugh at your attempt, moving the arm out of the way and smacking your ass in the process. “I’ve waited so long to finally put a baby in you,” he wildly grins, “bearing my child so I can be a great father and provide for our family. Everyone on the island will know exactly who you belong to then”. You tried coming back to your senses, “N…no” you said, still in a daze. “Yes y/n, you’re gonna look so good filled with my babies, they will be heirs to the family company and have Cameron blood running through their veins”. You could feel his cock pulsing and knew he was close. “Please Rafe…not…inside!” You choked out as he went back to choking you. “A wife needs to shut the fuck up and know her place,” he said, pushing your head into the bed and placing your hand there to make you stay. He then exhaled as ropes of cum began to fill you up. You both orgasmed at the same time, and he thrusted a few more times as you came down from the high you just experienced.
Tears fell, you sniffled and laid there, wishing you were in another place but Tannyhill, wishing you were out of Rafe’s reach. He got off of you and pulled you close to him, “Good girl,” he said, placing kisses along your back before falling asleep.
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Four Weeks Later
You stared at the positive pregnancy test. This was the third box you’ve done, but you knew it was futile to try and live in denial.
You were having Rafe Cameron’s baby.
You haven’t left Tannyhill since that night, Rafe took your phone and texted your family that you’ve been staying at Tannyhill due to helping Sarah while she’s sick (while she wasn’t sick, she’s been off the island for a while, so the lie would stick for the time being). Your hands trembled as you were ready to break into a fit of tears, just then, you heard Rafe come into the house. You wiped your face and tried hiding the tests in the sink cupboard. “Y/n!” He called out for you, you hurriedly ran to him, plastering a fake smile on your face. “Good afternoon daddy,” you greeted him with a kiss. This was how you were expected to greet him every time he returned to the house, and if you didn’t, there were consequences that you knew all too well you wouldn’t want to go through again.
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3 Weeks Ago
You lashed out at Rafe for keeping you confined in the house with refusal to let you go. At dinner, you threw your food onto the floor, he swiftly got up and made his way over to you. He pulled your hair back and forced you to look up at him. “So you want to be a bad girl tonight? Fine, I’ll show you what happens when you want to disobey daddy’s rules”.
He spanked and fucked you mercilessly the entire night, and made sure his load stayed in you even after he was done by inserting a butt plug. He made you wear it around the house, especially since it vibrated, and was controlled on an app through his phone. Any time you misbehaved, he punished you by using it. There were extended times he would spend “re-educating” you back to living a “proper kook life”. He would make you repeat, rules, mantras, and statements. By the end of the day, you knew them like the back of your hand, but it wasn’t just one day though, it was multiple.
Rafe was slowly breaking you down and building you back up.
He wanted to mold you into something of his own creation. He wanted you obedient and docile, and available whenever he wanted. Slowly but surely, that was what he was getting.
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Present
“How’s my girl doing? Hope you didn’t miss me too much” he says kissing you back whilst holding you in his arms. “I tried not to,” you lied. “What’s for dinner tonight?” he asked. One of the other rules was that you were tasked with making breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was a bit early today and you got caught up with the pregnancy tests. “Salmon,” you said, “I was going to pull out the Cheval Blanc from the wine cellar”. He hummed in response and you noticed how he hadn’t let go. “But then again, it wouldn’t really be wise for a mother-to-be to be drinking…correct?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not knowing what to say. “You think I wouldn’t notice you delivering pregnancy tests to a house full of cameras y/n? You deserved to be punished just for thinking so stupidly”. His grip on you tightened and you felt pain in your lower back. You instantly started shaking your head, “No Daddy wait—” he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you against the wall, applying more pressure to that area as he spoke. “When are you gonna understand y/n, you’re mine and mine only. No one can take you or that baby from me. You can’t go to the police—I own the police, and if you try and step foot off this island, you will regret even thinking that idea was smart”. You clawed at his grip on your neck, “You and our baby are both Camerons, you will live in this house like a good housewife and take care of our children. And if anyone on this island even tries to help you, they’re family will have a new member to bury…if I don’t burn their body first”.
Children, he said.
He was going to do this to you more than once.
“The faster you learn your place, the better. Do we understand each other?” You nodded your head, barely any air for you to try and speak through the chokehold. He let you go and you slid to the bottom of the floor. “And y/n?” He knelt down to your level and picked your chin up,, “If you do anything that will jeopardize our baby, I can promise you that there are fates far worse than death. I have no problem with us starting the process over and over again”. He said before dropping your chin and leaving. You cried silently to yourself, but not loud enough to hear so that Rafe wouldn’t get worked up again. You put a hand to your stomach and sighed. something broke in you that day, and that piece of you that broke is something you’d probably never get back. You were going to carry out this pregnancy, for you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.
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1 Year Later
It was evening time, you were washing the plates after cleaning the kitchen, your son was fast asleep. As you were drying the plates, you felt a pair of hands come behind you, snaking their way to your waist. “The beautiful Mrs. Cameron”. He said proudly, you smiled at him. Rafe worked to make the wedding happen as fast as possible. Your parents were surprised and shocked that you never told them you were engaged, especially to THE Rafe Cameron. Everything was perfect and the day breezed by and you found yourself getting fucked by your newlywed husband at the end of it. The giant rock on your ring finger only further established his ownership of you, as the inside of the ring had the last name Cameron and the family crest there.
“Good evening daddy, I hope you enjoyed dinner,” you say as he places a kiss on your cheek. “I always enjoy your cooking. I felt the need to reward you for your good behavior”. He smirks, lifting up your dress. He pushed you back a bit as you automatically spread your legs, you knew the drill. Rafe had access to you at all times, whether it be in the morning or evening, bathroom or kitchen…whatever and wherever he wanted, it happened. He always had the final say, and you could only agree. You knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t. You were already wet and he plunged into you, fucking you at a steady pace while you tried continuing with the dishes. He grabbed and fondled you anyhow and everywhere on your body, and you let him because you felt your mind starting to float away. Through Rafe’s re-education, you were the perfect Kook housewife, you never spoke out of turn, always followed the rules and you never talked back. Every time he would use you, your brain always seemed to turn off, and the mantras that he forced you to memorize would play back in your head like an audio recording. You could feel he was close, “Tell me to cum in you,” he demands. You look back with pleading eyes, “Please cum in me daddy, I need you to breed me with your seed so bad baby”. You felt so docile and obedient in this position, taking cock and fulfilling your domestic duties. It felt so right to do as your husband says, to serve all of his needs and let him use you. You were a babbling mess again and he just chuckled at you, “Such a dumb bitch,” he said as he pumped you with his cum. You bobbed your head along, and as he came in you, your mouth watered as you began to get on your knees to taste him. You loved tasting him, it felt right to kneel down and choke on his cock, even if it made did you choke.
Before you could get the chance to put his tip on your mouth. Your son was crying from the nursery. Rafe lifted you up, “You get cleaned up, I’ll take care of him”. And with that you obeyed,
because you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.
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-M
