RAFE FUCKING YOU IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR WHILE HEâS GOT YOU IN A HEADLOCK⌠㠤âĄŕžŕ˝˛
a breathy giggle slips past your parted lips as rafe tightens his arm around your neck, moving his head closer to yours so he can grunt against your ear. âah fuuck.. you like that shit, donât you?â he laughs, letting go of your hip to wrap his other arm around your waist, holding you flush against his chest, fucking in and out of your warm walls.
âmâmngh.. feels sâso good!â you whine, eyeing him through the mirror as he moves behind you. your palms rest on the flat surface of the dresser, desperate to hold on to anything. rafeâs face was just as flushed as yours, forehead glistening with sweat, his teeth clenched. âjesus, baby,â he groans, closing his eyes momentarily when your cunt tightens around him. âmmh yeah.. rub that lilâ clit for me.â
his eyes flicker to where youâre furiously rubbing at your sensitive little nub to your face, hungrily taking it all in. âwanna cum!â you desperately cry out. âuh huh? wanna cum all over this dick? yeah, yeah.. câmon. give it to me.â he lets out a guttural groan, picking up the speed of his thrusts. the sound of your mewls grow louder as he repeatedly hits that one spot that practically has you going crossâeyed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
when the coil in your belly finally snaps, you let your head loll sideways, resting your flushed cheek against his bicep, soft whimpers falling from your lips. rafeâs movements slow down behind you as he spills inside of you, quietly groaning. âgood girl..â he pants, pressing little kisses to the top of your head. âdid so good for me. my pretty girl.â
Dark bsf Rafe taking advantage of vulnerable pregnant reader. Maybe her parents kicked her out? Or her baby daddy left her. Or whatever u see fit.
(Sorry if that sucks I just love ur work sm đЎ)
homestead | r. cameron [p.1]
[warnings] dark!rafe cameron x pregnant!reader, farmer!rafe, pogue!reader, implied jj x reader, kidnapping, future NONCON/DUBCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+
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In which you reach rock bottom after JJ gets arrested and your first love returns to save the day.
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A boy.Â
You looked down at your eighteen-week ultrasound picture and smiled weekly. You and JJ were having a baby boy, and youâd found out completely by yourself. Pope had offered a million times to attend one of your appointments, practically begging a few times because he didnât want you to go alone. You always rejected him, as the idea of going with someone else never felt right.Â
The Heywardâs had already done so much for you by letting you live in their spare bedroom for, basically, your entire pregnancy. No matter how much Pope tried to tell you that they didnât mind at all, you saw in their eyes that the last person they wanted their son to be friends with was JJ Maybankâs baby mama. You promised them youâd be able to save enough money to get your own place by the end of your pregnancy.Â
So far, your day job at a retail clothing store and the late shift you worked as a waitress at The Wreck made you enough to keep you afloat. Pregnancy check-ups and ultrasounds were an expense you werenât initially expecting and you hated that you were contemplating skipping the next few visits to save money. Besides that, appointments meant you couldnât work and you needed all the hours you could get.Â
The picture reminded you of how much hard work was left, but the feelings were bittersweet. You were so excited to meet your little boy, no matter how small he was at the moment. If JJâs case would move a little bit faster through the system, he could be there for the big day too. Everyone in Kildare was biased against him, knowing his father too well, and you knew the system would be biased against him as well. Â
You were grateful for Pope and for knowing someone else loved JJ as much as you did. JJ wasnât hard to love, but he was a complicated person, and your relationship seemed to bring out the darkest parts of him. Pope saw his dark side, but âŚhe wasnât there the night he got arrested.Â
You didnât know someone could yell so loud or be so angry. The two of you were living with his Dad, and the first few months were relatively peaceful, mostly because Luke would usually go out at night, get wasted, and crash on some other part of the island. You and JJ usually played house, taking turns making dinner for each other and sleeping together side by side.Â
A week before you realized you were pregnant, Luke came around asking JJ for money that JJ âowedâ him, and of course, JJ refused him. You knew heâd been saving for months to take you off the island for your birthday, and he wasnât giving that up. The fight escalated, with both sides verbally tearing each other down. As soon as Luke mentioned JJâs mother, there was no stopping JJ.Â
The fight had already moved from the bedroom to the kitchen to the porch, and then the men wrestled in the yard. JJ wouldâve killed Luke if the police hadnât come. When he got taken away in cuffs, he was a bloody, swollen mess that you didnât even recognize.Â
It became even messier when Luke decided to press charges against his own son even though theyâd both been arrested. You then decided that Luke Maybank was heartless and wouldnât ever see what you saw in his son.Â
It was the weekend, your one day off, and youâd chosen to spend most of it walking to the nearby department store after your trip to the clinic. The Heywardâs wanted to spend the day out on the water but rides on the boat were starting to make you extremely sick. Besides that, you hated fishing and It was one of the hotter days of summer but youâd chosen a lightweight t-shirt dress. Well, dresses were starting to be the only thing that you fit correctly with your growing stomach.Â
You tucked the picture you were holding into your purse as you made your way inside. For the past month, youâd been working up the courage to go down the baby aisles. Yet another thing that felt completely wrong doing without JJ. Cara had also offered to help buy you things but you told her every time that you were waiting until you were closer to your due date. Youâd hold off from nesting until you were sure that JJ wasnât getting out.Â
Slowly, you looked over every item. Cribs, diapers, breast pumps, baby formula, bottle warmers, and bibs. It was all so overwhelming and you knew getting everything would be expensive but the price tag didnât quite register to you until now. You had no idea how you were going to pay rent one day and afford all of the things your baby needed.Â
You picked up the cutest crib mobile decorated with rocket ships, stars, and planets, and your heart skipped when you realized it was over a hundred dollars. Youâd have to work an entire shift to earn that.Â
âY/N?âÂ
You turned towards the deep voice and the mobile tumbled from your hands, âShit,â You cursed as you went down with it, hoping you hadnât broken it because you couldnât afford to buy it. Rafe Cameron pushed his cart to the side and hurried to help you, âI got it,â You said quickly as you turned away, handing it back on its display.Â
Then you really looked at him. The boy youâd been so obsessed with in highschool was not a boy. His light brown hair was longer than you remembered but was tamed by a baseball cap. His white t-shirt and jeans didnât match the version of him you had in your head, but, honestly, he looked better than you remembered.Â
He smiled, rubbing the stubble on his face, as he seemed to take you in. If Rafe looked ten times better, you probably looked ten times worse than you used to. You felt huge although people just started taking note of your bump a couple weeks ago and your hair was messily gathered away from your face. Your dress was not name brand, in fact, you remembered buying it from the exact store you were standing in and you wore boots that used to belong to JJ now that your feet were starting to swell.Â
âHey,â He said.
You breathed out, âHi.â
âCongratulations,â Rafe glanced at your belly and you wanted to crawl inside your own skin, âI guess?â
âThanks,â You nodded, âItâs . . . complicated.â
The sad part about being pregnant, unmarried, with your childâs father sitting in jail was that people had no idea what to say to you.Â
âHow are you?â He asked after you went silent.
âIâm good,â You forced a smile, âHow are you?â
âBetter now that Iâve ran into you,â His smirk was the exact same as you remembered, âYou shopping for the little one?â
âBrowsing,â You said, âDidnât quite realize how expensive all this stuff is.â
You looked at him for understanding before you remembered you were talking to â Kildareâs richest bad boy, âYou still keep all your little friends around?â
âYeah, weâre all a bit spread out now, though. Iâm staying with the Heywardâs right now.â
You werenât quite sure why you were exposing your life to him, but part of you wanted him to know that you were fine, that you had made the right decision choosing JJ over him, and that you were still figuring out life, but youâd be happy.Â
âOh, so itâs Popeâs baby?â The smug look on his face made you realize he was teasing you.Â
âYou know exactly whose baby it is, Rafe,â You shot back, your eyes rolling back.
You turned to walk away but he grabbed you by your arm, âY/N, Iâm kidding. Iâm kidding. Iâm sorry, Honey.â
You quickly pulled your arm away from him, folding your arms in front of your chest. You looked over his cart, seeing it was filled with miscellaneous things, but the only thing you could recognize was a massive back of dog food, âYou got a dog?â
 âA few,â he said, placing his hands in his back pockets, âI use âem for animal herding. Wrangler, Sadie, and a few puppies.â
âAnimal herding?â
âYeah, I got this place on the mainland. I just came through to see Wheezie. I promised she could have one of the puppies before I sold the others.â
âYou got a place on the mainland?â Your eyebrows raised, and you tried to keep your mouth from gaping, âPuppies?â
He nodded, laughing lightly, âHad to get my shit together after I got out of rehab and living with my Dad and Rose, it was just never good for me. Still working for him, but Iâm just better on my own, you know?â
âI didnât know you went to rehab,â You said quietly, still trying to process the information he was relaying.Â
âA few times to be honest but Iâve been clean for a year,â He admitted while looking a bit closer at you, âIs there anything you need right now? I can help.â
âNo, I couldnât let you do that,â You shook your head quickly, âIâm fine.â
âYou never like to accept help, do you?â
âI donât need anything right now,â You assured him.Â
âHmm,â Rafe huffed, âCan I at least give you a ride, Y/N?â
âHow do you know I donât have one?âÂ
He gave you a knowing look that made you want to punch him. He was new and improved Rafe, but he was still an asshole, âWell, I also came to look for a new living room rug, and I could use a womanâs perspective. Help me, and Iâll give you a ride back to the Heywardâs.âÂ
âWhatever,â You shrugged before you began walking, âFine.â
In his eyes, you could tell he thought heâd won.Â
This was so wrong. So, so wrong. JJ would kill you. JJ would kill him. This wasnât high school anymore, and you werenât the insecure girl vying for the rich bad boyâs attention. Besides that, youâd always been an option for Rafe. JJ always chose you despite where you came from; now you might have a real chance of having a family.Â
You blamed the way your body heated up when he spoke your name on your racing hormones and on the fact that youâd been separated from JJ for months.Â
Rafe said he only came to main island to visit Wheezie, but as the weeks passed, you realized heâd found a new reason to visit. At least two times a week, he came in to the Wreck to order food and talk to you. Not only that, he practically texted you daily checking in on you.Â
âWhy the sudden change?â You asked him one night when closing time was closely approaching and youâd served all your tables, âI mean, I know you hated JJ but I didnât think it would get in the way of, you know, us.â
âItâs my biggest regret after getting to know you again,â He admitted and the look in his eyes made your heart sink, âBut I didnât really know what I was doing when I was younger. I was so stupid, all I cared about was getting my Dadâs approval and I spiraled when that inevitably didnât happen.âÂ
He had a way of making you question all of your own decisions.Â
âWard definitely wouldnât approve of me now.â
âI told you I donât care what he thinks.â
âOr what the entirety of Figure 8 will think?â
âNot at all,â He said.
âI care what my friends think.â
âYouâre different than them now,â Rafe reached across the table to grab ahold of your hand as his blue eyes stared deeply into your eyes, âYou have a great responsibility on your shoulders now. You have to do whatâs best for you and the baby. Thatâs it, fuck what they think.â
âThey do want the best for me,â You whispered, tears stinging your eyes.
âThey want JJ for you. And heâs sitting in jail right now.â
You pulled your hand away, looking out the onto the dock and dark water.Â
âYou donât even know how you should be treated,â Rafe said mostly to himself.
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt meansââ He stopped himself, but his skin was flushed with red and you sensed he was calming himself down, âI just think you deserve better.â
âAnd youâre going to walk into my life after all these years and save me? I can do this by myself.â
âYou shouldnât have to,â Rafe leaned in, âJJâs going to get out but things arenât going to get better.â
âWhy would you say that?â
âItâs true, heâs a fuckup. He wonât get a good job and thereâs a good chance heâll go right back,â That tipped you over the edge and your chair scraped loudy on the ground as you stood up, ââIâm sorry. Look, Iâm sorry. I can drive you home.â
âPope is coming to get me.â
You didnât spare him a second look as you walked to the back of the kitchen. Until now, heâd refrained from putting all the weight of his judgement on you but you knew all a long he thought you were making a mistake. Heâd been through a lot but heâd never struggled like you and JJ had. At the end of the day, heâd always had Wardâs money to fall back on.Â
He just hated JJ and he was doing his best to get in between the two of you.Â
Two weeks later, you were standing outside the Kildare County Jail, not because you were visiting JJ but because he was being released. Luke dropped the charges against him, and they released lower offenders due to overcrowding. You watched a few reunifications and waited on a cold bench in the lobby; blue hydrangeas in a small bouquet sat neatly in your lap. Your dress was also blue and printed with daisies. He had no idea the two of you were having a boy, and it was your sweet idea of telling him.Â
Youâd blocked Rafeâs number just that morning after ignoring his messages and calls. He was wrong. Even if he was calling to tell you that, you didnât want to hear it. They never specified how long it would take to process him but you started to doze off after waiting for two hours. An officer in beige uniform tapped your shoulder lightly to wake you.
You were still hopeful and you expected to see JJ right behind him, âHello, maâam. Unfortunately JJ Maybank cannot be released today.â
âWhat?â Your eyes widened, âUhm, why?â
âI was informed that additional charges have been filed against him.â
âWhat do you mean additional charges?â You asked, concern raising in your tone, âWho can I talk to?â
You when through every channel of communication possible, searching for answers. They couldnât possibly expect you to leave like nothing happened. You found out from another officer, after heavy begging, that they filed another battery charge against him involving another inmate. Somehow, in the two days that he knew he was getting out he managed to catch another charge.Â
âCould I at least visit him?â Youâd asked and they told you he was in a segregated unit now and not allowed visits.Â
You felt your heart physically break. When it fully started to sink in, you left to get fresh air. You walked for a long while until you started to panic. You sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and through teary eyes you tried to search for Popeâs number. What would you do now? Go back to the Heywards and continue to accept their charity? You were kidding yourself thinking you could do this alone.Â
It felt like a rejection. Youâd never had a real family. JJ knew that and yet heâd left you all alone again.Â
You let your phone fall to the side, deciding you wanted to be miserable by yourself and you didnât want to burden his family any longer. You threw the flowers into the street before your head fell in your hands and you finally let yourself cry for the first time since JJ had gone away.Â
The bouquet youâd carefully put together lay discarded in the street and you had no care about the mud that was probably staining your dress now. Just as your chest started to tighten unbearably, you heard the low rumble of car engine and a shadow seemed to drape itself over you. You heard someone calling you, telling you to breathe, but your body wouldnât obey the instructions.Â
Your baby needs you to take a breath, you told yourself but the thought of your baby only made your guilt worsen, âIâve got you,â You heard that familiar voice say. Being in his arms was far from familiar but your body didnt protest when it felt itself lifted in the air and placed on soft leather.Â
The next time you looked up, you felt the car moving, and you saw the sun setting through the window. You felt a hand on your thigh rubbing soothing circles but you felt more paralyze than anything, âTry to take deep breaths,â You heard him say but your body wasnât yours to control, âEverythingâs gonna be okay now. Iâm going to take care of the two of you.âÂ
You were not in the squeaky twin bed at the Heywardâs house when your eyes peeled open the next morning and you realized that quickly. You saw wooden beams overhead and walls painted a soft cream color. You turned your head to see sunlight coming through lace-curtained windows. As fast as you could move with the extra weight, you pushed the comforter off of you and moved over to the window. It offered a view of rolling fields and distant trees, the greenery stretching as far as your eyes could see.
Looking back around the room, you saw a sturdy, antique bed with wooden nightstands on either side. A handmade quilt with vibrant patches of red and blue sat on top of the bed. Plush pillows piled at the head of the bed. On top of one nightstand was a well-worn book and a framed photo of younger Rafe with a blonde woman beside him.Â
On the other nightstand was a vase of freshly picked wildflowers. You remembered your blue hydrangeas, and yesterdayâs events came flooding back to you, âFuck,â You cursed, and your eyes found the bedroom door. Before thinking about walking towards the door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror, sitting on top of a wooden dresser. You were dressed in a white silk pajama top and bottoms, a tiny sliver of your belly poked out the bottom of the shirt, but otherwise, they fit you perfectly. All you could do was curse, âFuck, fuck, fuck.â
You moved quickly towards the door, but it opened before you grabbed the handle. You covered your mouth as a shriek left your lips.
Despite your startled appearance, Rafe appeared calm. His hair looked like it had just woken him up, and he wore a simple T-shirt and gym shorts. He closed the door behind him, acting as another barrier to your escape, âWhat the fuck, Rafe?â
He shushed you, âYou need to stay calm,â He warned you, âThereâs no point in getting riled up.â
âI was having a panic attack and . . . and youââ
âYou needed to get away,â He raised his hands as if to show he wouldnât cause you harm, âI took you home with me.â
âYou took me home with you?â You spoke back to him, âI have a home. Why didnât you take me back to the Heywardâs?â
âThatâs not your home, Honey, and you know that.âÂ
You shook your head, âYou donât get to decide that. Whereâs my phone?â
âItâs wherever you left it,â Rafe shrugged, âYou know, when you were having a panic attack on the side of the road. Alone and pregnant with absolutely no one looking out for you. Imagine if it wasnât me who found you.âÂ
Rafe looked annoyed like it was you who was crazy in this scenario. You tried to ignore the thought of him undressing you and putting you in these new clothes. The idea of that became harder as you watched his eyes trail from your feet, higher and higher, âJesus Christ, you donât even know how precious you are,â He came closer until you were stumbling back onto the bed, âI want you to stay here with me.â
âAnd if I donât want the same?â You looked up at him.Â
âIâll let you think it over. Give it some time,â He nodded to himself, âAre you hungry?â
You didnât answer, only stared back, âIâll make you something. Iâll be right back.â
He turned on his heel, and as you realized what he was doing, you hurried after him. He closed the door, and as you furiously turned the knob, you realized heâd locked it, âRafe!â You screamed as you pounded on the door, âRafe, please donât do this!â
You felt your tough exterior melt away. This was serious. He was completely serious about keeping you here.Â
You rushed over to the windows next, throwing open the curtains, and found that they didnât budge even as you pushed at them. You kept yourself from another panic attack, knowing that Pope would be looking for you right now. You never told him about Rafe ⌠you were so concerned about him judging you that you next rold him. But if someone found your phone, they would know ⌠but you had no idea what really happened to it.
As you started to pace, you suddenly felt a fluttering sensation. You stopped as you felt a tiny kick inside of you, an unmistakable movement that echoed throughout your whole body. Gently, you caressed your stomach. âI hear you,â you said through heavy breaths as your eyes moved around the room. Itâs okay. Iâll figure this out. Donât worry.â
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Prompt : Getting punished by coryo for trying to run away.
Pairings : toxic!dom!coryo & bimbo!sub!reader
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âIâm sorry! Please Coryo-â you yelped before being tossed on the bed. You land on your back swiftly knocking the breath from you for a split second. âShut your fucking mouthâ he grunts as he grabs your legs yanking you towards the end of the bed. Tears were flowing down your face as you tried to breathe steadily. âDo you have any idea how much I sacrifice for youâ he asks seethingly grabbing your cheeks harshly with one hand making you look at him. You whine at the action, âdo you?!â He shouts making you flinch. âOf course you fucking donâtâ he scoffs pushing your face away. He straightens back up before going to undo his belt. Your eyes widen slightly as you realize the predicament youâre in right now. âYouâre so damn spoiled, I baby you too much.â He states taking off his belt then folding it as he takes it in one hand. He sits down at the foot of the bed next to you, the silence was killing you. âCoryo I-â you try to reason but he cuts you off, âif you speak again Iâll give you 30 more to the 30 you already have.â He says. âNow get over my lap bunny I have to teach you a lessonâ your heart drops at the words, you wanted to object but you knew it wouldnât do any good. Tears refill your eyes. He rolls his eyes and huffs as he grabs your arm pulling you roughly over his lap making you cry out. âFucking hell must I do every damn thing for you. Youâre patheticâ he says flipping your skirt up revealing your pretty pink cotton panties. He sucks in a breath as he runs his hands along your asscheeks soothingly making you let out a small moan. He chooses to let you indulge in the slight moment of satisfaction since you would be happy in a few moments. His hand slides down to rub your clothed cunt. Your back arched as his fingers trace your aching pussy. He grinds his hips up slightly at the feeling of your wetness seeping through your panties. âOh bunny, youâre a dirty girlâ he coos teasingly as he adds more pressure and pace to rubbing your clothed clit. âS-sorryâ you mutter barely audible but he heard it. Fuck, it drove him mad how you could be bent over his knee about to get absolutely destroyed and you still have your good girl manners. Always a good girl. It almost made it hard to punish you. Almost. Smack! âOh!fuck!â You cry out as the belt comes crashing down on your ass cheeks. He brings his hand to slap your face making you whimper. âWatch your mouthâ he reprimands you. âYes sir!â you moan as he brings down another smack of his belt.
As the 30th strike landed on your redden bottom, you let out a strangled scream. Tears flooded your face and neck. Your lips were bleeding from biting down on them. âThatâs itâs bunny, itâs over, okay? All done.â He mutters softly. He gently lifts you up to straddle him. You immediately dive into the crook of his neck letting out a sob, wrapping your arms around him holding him tight. â âs okay honey, its all done now.â He coos into you ear as rubs your back soothingly. âYou okay bunny?â He asks kissing the top of your head. âH-hurtsâ you manage to speaks through your cries. âI know itâs does baby but look at me,â you bring your face to look into his eyes. âI bet you wonât ever try leaving again. Will you?â He asks almost conceitedly. You shake your head ânoâ vigorously, ânever. I promiseâ you state softly, still scared to speak too loud. He smiles proudly as if heâs done something right by instilling the fear of God into his âwifeâ. âGood girl. Now I think itâs time for you to show me how sorry you are for trying to run away.â He tells you before pushing you to your knees.