killer obsession
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summary: the town serial killer has hunted down everyone around you, anyone that has talked to longer than 10 min, anyone who has ever brushed a hand a little too low on your back. Never did it cross your mind that it was what he thought was best for you.
contents: MDNI 18+ death, dub con, intercrural sex, knife use, maniacal and obsessed Rafe, sexual act in front of another person but they can’t see, brief mentions of past abuse, a lot of talking, some details of gory death, I edited it a couple of times BUT it became a blur so sorry for any mistakes.
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You couldn't even say how many people in your life have been taken from you. Luke, Sofia, John B. The list can go on. You have heard from Sarah in a few days so you’ve begun to fear the worst. All slain in god awful brutal ways.
You were constantly on edge. Constantly worrying about how a small island like yours could end up like this. Constantly wondering why and how all these murders seemed to surround you. It couldn’t be a coincidence. But you had absolutely no clue who would even want to do something like this.
Tonight was different. This was a different type of edge. All the previous murders seemed to happen randomly. One minute that person was here. They next they weren’t. This time, you couldn’t help but sense something was wrong.
JJ hadn’t texted you back since 11 this morning. It was weird, especially now. You two were always close, but with the events that have taken place, it’s almost as if he’s become your shadow. So him not texting you back,
He’s crushed over the murder of John B. Traumatized from being the one that found him. Sarah has been missing since. No one’s where she could be. Pope, Cleo and Kie are all on lockdown from their parents. You’ll spend time at their houses.
Their usually reluctant parents, offered their homes to you and your brother. A place to find safety and comfort. To be around others than just the two of you.
More now than ever since you lost John B. Before, it was you, JJ, Sarah, and John B hunkered down in the Chateau. Always sticking together in public. Windows locked up. And never going out at night.
JJ puts on a brave face. The strong Pogue who wasn’t scared of anything. Even Outer Banks very own serial killer. He always made it seem like he was the one who had to protect you. In the past, it was from Luke. Now from whatever the hell was happening.
So when you went to work, because yes, unfortunately the world keeps spinning even with a murderer on the loose, JJ didn’t text you at any point during your shift. Weird. He wasn’t outside when you were done for the day. 15 calls. No answer. Pretty fucking weird.
You were silently panicking. Trying not to cause a scene outside of your job. The sun was getting ready to set in 3 hours. Without JJ you were on foot and you didn’t want to be caught walking back to the cut when the sky started to dark.
Theft is probably the last thing you should be doing at your place of work. But you’d hope the circumstances of what’s happening in town would give you some grace. You stalk over to the bike rake, trying to not make it obvious. Just your luck none of the bikes were locked up. You lifted one and set off towards the cut.
You went to the one person that would be stocked up for the worst of things. You knew he would. You had gotten into the habit of running to him for some sort of security, protection. Anytime you were upset. Anytime Luke did something. He’s not afraid to get tough around anyone - helps them know their place.
When you walked in, you expected a sort of solace from someone that you’ve oddly become close with. Having to pick up orders for Luke and eventually yourself, you and Barry grew close. Occasional fuck buddies, but he was way more than what met the eye. He did become one of your best friends. He was scary, but to you, he meant no harm.
Instead, when you arrived you were met with a gruesome scene. One you only envisioned could be made possible on a movie set. Ones with blood made from corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie. It was a terrifying sight that you couldn’t look away from. You scanned the scene, eyes taking in everything.
Barry slumped on his dirty, worn down couch. Blood splattered the walls, blood covered his entire body. He was sitting in a dark crimson puddle. An ashtray slammed into his temple. Still sitting there. Like some kind of showcase, presented to you in all its glory. His eyes were still open. They held no life, but they were frozen in his last moments. You could still see the panic in them.
You finally snapped back to, remembering why you were here. You head to Barry’s room ripping out every bag and box to find a gun. You know he’s got one. Your entire body was shaking. Fear? Adrenaline? Both? You didn’t know, you didn’t care. You needed to get the fuck out of there.
Finally, your fingers brush up against cold metal. A colt with a white marbled handle. Barry didn’t spend money, but you remember him telling you a gold tooth and a pretty gun we’re too hard to pass up on.
You take it and make sure to slip a few boxes of extra bullets in your bag. Taking one last look at Barry, you fight the tears that try to break and make your way out of the trailer.
You were all over the place, checking everywhere you thought your brother could be. Chateau. Boneyard. Pope’s house. Even Kie’s. Despite you knowing he’d never go there on his own with her parents. You played it off as if you were checking in on them. Not wanting to raise any alarms. Each one came up empty. No sight of JJ.
The night was coming. The sky was darkening now. The last place you expected to see him was the Maybank house. It was always a last resort for the two of you. When Luke was killed, you bid farewell to the home. Never wanting to step foot in it again.
It was never a “need to get home” sort of place. Something Before it was a place of anger. It was never home to you. It was a place of survival. With Luke’s alcohol induced rage fits and taking it out on you and JJ, you always tried your hardest to avoid it here.
Now it was just a shell of what used to be. Haunting thoughts of growing up still lingering throughout it. But it was the last place you thought to check.
You stood at the edge of the lawn. Staring at the house. You hesitate walking up to it. You can still feel all the punches, all the kicks. The smell of cigarettes and warm beer spilt on the floor. You can hear Luke’s grunts, and screams. You didn’t want to go but you needed to see if your brother was here.
Eventually, you take slow, uneasy steps closer. Each one of the steps creaked. The cool handle of the patio door causes a slight shiver. You step inside and the stillness surrounds you. A house left to rot, there’s no power, so you’re left to squint to see through the darkness.
“J?”
Your voice is a whisper. Barely making it outside the living room. This is the first time you’ve been alone since all this began. It’s not a good feeling. Being here on top of everything, you could barely steady your breath. You waited for a response and listened for something, anything. Tried again. Hoping to expect him to call out even a quick “yeah”. But you get nothing in return.
Nothing. It’s so quiet you hear the water across the yard hitting the shore. Everything feels heavier now. Where is your brother? Sarah being missing has been hard on all of you. Adding your brother on top of that… you don’t even want to go there.
The house was swallowing you whole. You stood in the living room, hoping for something to just come to you. But after a while, you realized it wouldn’t happen. You didn’t want to be trapped. You wanted to stay somewhere with a quick exit. But you were getting anywhere just standing there. You sucked in a breath, gaining courage.
You took a slow step. But something wasn’t right. Because when the floor creaked under your foot, another mimicked behind you. You thought it was an echo. Or just your mind playing tricks on you. But it wasn’t either of those because when you took another step, the one behind you was louder, closer.
Someone else’s footstep.
You spun around expecting JJ. Thinking it was a brilliant idea of his to play some sick and twisted joke on you. Biggest downfall of him - never taking a hint when something wasn’t fucking funny.
But the figure standing there wasn’t your brother. He was taller. His shoulders were broader. Even in the dim light, you knew it couldn’t have been JJ. There was no silhouette of his shaggy hair. No hint of his cargo shorts. This wasn’t him.
Flight or fight was supposed to kick in. But it stilled in you. You stilled. Body frozen as the person moved towards you. Their movements lacked urgency. Getting closer you could make out small details. A sharp jawline. A harsh buzzcut. High cheek bones and a slight furrow in his brows.
It was Rafe Cameron.
Why was he here? In your childhood house. Stalking you in the dark. There’s no possible way for him to have answers to your questions. Right?
When Rafe reached you, you couldn’t help but look up. His eyes shined even in a black room. They were filled with hope. Something that no one on the island's eyes had anymore. He smiled - he fucking smiled down on you. His height had him towering over you. It was intimidating enough, a smile included, an unsettling feeling came over you, causing your gaze to drop.
“I did this all for you y’know.” Your eyes snap back to his. Your body is still frozen, but now your heart begins to race. You can hear the thumping in your ears.
“Wha- what does that mean?” Scared, not really wanting to know what he actually meant, your words came out trembling and soft.
“Means, I’ve wanted you for years. But you never wanted me back. Kept listening to what everyone said about me. They kept you from me. When all I wanted was you.”
What the fuck? You're truly confused by that. Rafe never made any hints that he wanted you. He hated everyone around you. He hated the side of the island you were from. He hated you. Didn’t he?
“Where’s my brother Rafe?”
“Come.” Rafe placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you. One arm wrapped around your torso, the other around your chest. A knife carelessly brushes up against your throat. He doesn’t seem to want to use it. But the threat of it being so close terrifies you. He leaned down and rested his cheek against yours. His face lowers, nose runs against your jawline as he takes a deep breath in. Breathing in your smell like a predator getting ready to feast on its prey. He takes a step forward, causing you to move.
He moves you through the house. Ending at the back door. Here, you are met with the second worst sight of the night. Your brother. Tied to a chair, covered in blood. His head is down to the side, he won’t pick it up.
“Don’t worry. He’s unconscious. Put up a good fight. But he’s alive… for now.” His chuckle at the last part and it makes your stomach churn.
Tears fill your eyes immediately. You shift and try to fight his hold in order to get out of his arms. It’s no use. But your sister instinct kicks in and all you want is to run out there and help him.
“Why are you doing this?” Your voice cracks. He can hear the pleading in it.
“ I needed to get to you. Needed to get rid of all my obstacles. All of those people stood in my way.”
You stayed in his restraint. Just staring straight ahead to your brother.
“You-“
You were cut off by Rafe. “Your dad was easy. Half strung out, movements too sloppy.” Rafe’s breath blew softly onto your ear. “Couldn’t move any slower if he tried.”
Still no words from you. “He wasn’t so much of an obstacle and he was a piece of shit. I knew what he did to you. the way he’s hit you. The way I used to watch how you’d cake that makeup on when you’d come to work at the club. Something had to be done.”
You knew that now that he’s started, he had more to say. Thinking of all the people he’s killed. Now you want to know why he did it. Not like you’re going anywhere.
“Sofia was second easiest. Fucking lying slut. You should’ve heard the way she’d talk about you behind your back. I saved you a lifetime of pain.”
He grunted at the thought of her. “I knew the things she said about me. All the bullshit she’d feed you about me. Keep you away from me.”
Rafe laughed “Y’know she’d throw herself at me when she’d be alone and drunk at parties. Say all these things to you, then want me when your back is turned. Meanwhile I only wanted you.”
His voice grows darker the longer he speaks about her. Your best friend. “I told you fucking cheap slut. Didn’t even need to draw some blood with her. Made her think I wanted her, wrapped my hands around her throat. Watched the life leave her eyes.”
You were starting to panic. Your chest was tightening. Breathing picking up. His arms were still around you. The one around your chest, rising and falling with the rapid rate it was moving. He was whispering these words into your ear like they were sweet nothings. When in reality, he was a monster.
“She didn’t deserve that.”
Rafe sighed, pausing for a moment as if he were contemplating something. “Oh, but she did, baby.”
That was it. No elaboration on why he thought his actions were justified. Just a quick acceptance and full belief it’s excusable because it worked in his mind. It got him to you.
Your legs begin to shake. If he didn’t have such a tight hold on you, you'd drop right to the floor. “And John B?”
“John B just got in the way of Sarah. We got into an argument. She brought you up. I snapped. Started drowning her on the docks. He interfered. He shouldn’t have done that.”
“So they’re both dead?”
“No.” He paused. There was a shift in him when you brought her up. That was clear. “She’s fine. I don’t want to hurt my sister. We have our differences but she’s my sister y’know. I just know she’s gonna run her mouth. I gotta finish what I started and I don’t think I’m fully there yet baby.”
There was a moment of silence. You were trapped. In this situation. In this house. In his arms. There was no escaping for you. You wanted to go save your brother. You wanted your friends back. You wanted normalcy back.
You were disgusted by a small part of your brain. The part that said that Luke being gone wasn’t a problem. It was actually relieving. Where, if what Rafe said was true, Sofia being wiped from your life was a blessing in disguise. Better for her to be dead than to be stabbed in the back. Figuratively, of course.
You were pulled from your thoughts when Rafe began to speak again. “And Barry.” He let out a long dramatic sigh. “Barry, Barry, Barry.”
“That man. That lowlife, scum of man. He thought he could weasel his way in and make you his. Thought he deserved to touch you. I saw you coming out of his bedroom a few times. Messy hair, his shirt.”
Out of frustration, Rafe shook you a bit. He was getting wilder by the minute. Your hands flew to the side of your head. In some sort of attempt to drown out the reality of things. Scared the words fumbled out of you in a crying plea before you could stop them. “It wasn’t like that. Really. Please stop, Rafe.”
Rafe moves the arm that was around your torso. You can feel him fidgeting behind you. Then you hear a belt drop to the floor. Then the pop of a button being released. Then the zip of a zipper. Rafe uses one foot to spread your legs the slightest bit.
“Can I?” You felt a bump on your lower back. Rafe’s hand is now placed on the button of your shorts. You nod, not trusting your voice to speak. He undo’s and pulls them down and they sit just above your kneecaps. Rafe spits and places himself in between your legs.
Still holding you tightly, he begins to rock behind you. The knife lights up from the moon shining in through the patio door. JJ is still in the distance. No sign of waking up.
You manage to look over his huge arm and can see his tip move out then back in over and over, between you. You didn’t move, afraid of what he would do. Afraid of retaliation if he thought you were rejecting him.
He kept nudging you clit when he moved and you could help but feel good when it happened. You press your legs together, giving him a squeeze, causing a growl like moan slip from his lips.
“Maybe not. But he got you. He fucked you, he tasted you. Did he feel good? I could fuck you better. I’ve dreamed about the way your pussy would feel fluttering around my cock when you cum. God, the things I’d do to you.”
Rafe rambled like a mad man. Delusional thoughts spoken out loud. Anything he’d do to you. What Barry couldn’t give you. He sounds so nonsensical that if he were to get caught, you’d do him a favor by ask the court to rule insanity because there’s no way he’s fit for trial.
“Do you get what I’m saying?”
“I- uh…” the words die in your throat. You did but you didn’t. He’s fawned over you so badly to the point he murdered anyone he deemed a threat. Which was none of the people that he did. If he was sane, he would’ve seen that.
He was good looking. You wouldn’t deny that. Rafe Cameron was a beautiful man. Again, if he was sane, he could’ve approached you like a normal person with a crush. Then, you have been in disbelief, but maybe it would have worked. Now, you're just trying your hardest to not get you and your brother's throat slit.
“This is all for you baby. I needed to get you as close to me as possible. Nothing can stand in my way. Responsibilities gone. Friends gone. Boyfriend gone. You’re mine. How’s that sound?”
Your brain is screaming. Sound convincing, make it sound real. “Then show me Rafe. Show me how you’d treat me.”
Rafe’s hands travelled to your waist, digging into your flesh. His movements were quicker now. Your “acceptance” of what he deems passion of love has got him riled up. But you just stare forward as your brother begins to stir. He’s waking up.
His eyes flutter open as he stares ahead. To him, you and Rafe are nothing but shadows in the dark. But he can see two figures. Now that he’s awake and you can see him, beaten, but ok, your survival instincts kick in.
Rafe keeps going, a drive to make you his and the desire to cum. He grunts and moans behind you. You fight back your own as his length continues to run back and forth on your clit. Fuck… why was he making you feel good? You adjust around him trying to ease the fire beginning to burn in the lower part of your stomach.
His grip is too tight and he keeps you in place. The knife is now pressed against your hip. Threatening to cut if a single wrong move is made.It's no use.
JJ continues to stare in your direction. Confused? Disoriented? You're lost in a spiral of wanting to save him and the feeling that Rafe has brought over you. And you’re losing to Rafe and your orgasm builds. Your arms move, against your own will, up and back to cradle his head. Your body sinks into his.
“This is all I ever wanted.”
“You’ve got me, Rafe.” Your weak attempt to fight off a moan fails when you speak his name. You can’t believe you gave in. Your body has betrayed you. He’s constantly hitting that right spot. Your clit is pulsating. You were completely soaked now.
“Cum for me Rafe. I’m yours. This can all be over now.”
Rafe speeds up, his movements are sloppy. Pressure is taking over. Rafe throws his head back and moans loud towards the ceiling. The echo of it rippling throughout the quiet house. Subsequently, your orgasm follows right after.
Rafe spurts cum down your thighs, the hot sticky liquid, drips down into your underwear. The center of you is completely drenched. Rafe sways a bit, his vision blurry. He rests his head on your shoulder, dropping the knife to the floor. His arms entangle you once again.
“You mean it?”
Your legs are shaking from your own release. Still standing there half naked. Eyes reopening, immediately focusing back on your brother. Who’s now trying to fight his restraints. You assume the noise from inside alerted him.
“Yes. I’m yours.”
He kisses your shoulder. Trailing a line of them up your neck to your cheek. “Mine.” His voice is gleaming with victory. You. The Maybank sister no one has ever been able to break down. Demolished her walls and is now his. Only took a little convincing on his part. But he got you.
“Please end it. I see you now. No one can take me away from you. After everything you’ve done for me. My heart is yours.”
You seemed more convincing than you thought you would. He smiles into your neck. Clearly satisfied with your answer. He reaches down, pulling your pants back up and securing them. He pats the front of them, “I want you to wear my cum like a trophy. I want it to stick to you. A reminder of how you own me.”
“I promise.”
You turn to him. The moonlight now reveals his full features. Your arms wrap around his neck and kiss him deeply before pulling back and smiling at him. “Let me go help my brother.” Rafe tenses for a moment but you reassure him. “He won’t be a problem, JJ trusts me. If I say it’s ok. It’s ok.”
He reluctantly nods and you step away from him, picking up the knife, and head outside. JJ jumps, despite the restraints, when he sees you. You run over to him and the first thing you do is wrap him in a tight hug. You move back and grab his head in your hands inspecting every inch of him. Just some cuts and bruises. Rafe just needed to knock him out to get him in the chair. Other than some minor healing, he’s ok. Thank god. Your brother is ok.
You begin working on getting him free. Cutting at the tape. It’s fucking this. Did he use a whole roll on each limb? Rafe’s watching from the door. Your back is turned to him, but you speak low in fear he’ll hear you.
“JJ I need you to listen. It was Rafe. This was all Rafe. Luke, John B. Sarah’s alive but he’s got her somewhere. He’s afraid she’ll run her mouth. You trust me right?”
He nods slowly. His eyes flicker between you and the door. Just as quietly as you, he adds it up. “Of course I do sis. That him over there?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I have time to explain everything now but this all comes back to me. J, I need you to pretend to give me your blessing. Pretend like you’re ok with me going with him.”
JJ goes to react and you shut him down immediately. “Absolutely fucking not. He’s a psychopath. He murdered our friends and you want to go off with him?!”
“JJ, I’ve got it all figured out. He’s obsessed with me. I’ll have him in the palm of my hand. Just do as I fucking say. Okay?”
“Fine. Just get me the fuck out of here.”
You finally get him free and he stands weakly. Shaking out his limbs to get the blood to rush back into them. He pulls you into another hug. “If he does anything to you, he won’t be the only one with blood on his hands.”
“I got this J. Justice for Booker.” In all honesty, he was the one you cared about most. Sick, I know. But John B was like another brother to you. Life dealt him the shit end of the stick. He loved hard and was always fucked over. The pogues mean everything to you. He’s not going to get away with this.
JJ lets go of the hug but he can’t seem to let you go yet. His hands stay on shoulders as tears fill his eyes. “Justice for Booker. Cook his ass sis.”
He walks away from the Maybank home. Heading in the direction of Pope’s. You watch him for a moment, tears filling your own eyes. The silence is broken by the screen door opening and closing. Rafe comes up to you and runs his hand through your hair.
“We good baby?”
You snap back into the role you’re playing. Wiping the tears that fell and smiling. “All good… baby.”
Rafe is now calm and content. He’s got the girl he’s dreamed about for years wrapped up in his arms. JJ Maybank walked away, mostly unharmed, but he left her with him. The fuel that was behind his eyes faded. No more threats. No more obstacles.
What he didn’t know was that you were ten times smarter than he was. Already crafting a plan on how to fuck him over. All while smiling and pretending like everything was fine.
wanted this last one to be a bit more on the dark side - sorry if it's not everyone cup of tea.
not me changing the date post to say halloween. sorry it's late. didn't schedule it, got home late, fixed some things bc I always hate what I do
thank you guys for all the love on my kinktober pics :') my first one and I couldn't be more happy with it <3
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