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“a’ight, now look directly into this camera and tell us your name, age, and where you’re from,” the cameraman speaks, his gold-ring clad hand carefully adjusting the zoom of the lens on the expensive camera as you sit on the crème colored couch with a cheesy smile, your swollen lips all glossed and glittery.

letting out a nervous giggle, you flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, gently adjusting your barely there skimpy bikini top to cover your hard nipples, “uh, you can call me angel,” you bat your cat-like lashes, before mushing your glossed lips together with a ‘pop’, “m’twenty-one, and i’m from carolina, puerto rico,” you seal with another shaky laugh, swallowing thickly as you steal a quick glance at the man behind the camera, he was a bit older than you, and very handsome — you couldn’t help but be a silly little school girl.

with a feigned-defeated sigh, the cameraman zooms in on your plump breasts, earning a wide grin from you as you playfully shimmy, allowing your perky tits to jiggle, “puerto rico, huh?” he chuckles, licking over his pink lips as you swiftly run your acrylic-nails finger across the pink-heart shaped pendant that dangled from your bellybutton piercing, “so fuckin’ pretty,” he comments, trailing the camera down to your lower half, focusing on the way the plush curves of your thighs and ass swallowed the flimsy fabric of your tiny boy shorts.

with a clearing of his throat, the cameraman brings the camera back up to your pretty little face, “is this y’first time getting fucked on camera, angel?” he asks, his voice heavy in greed as you nod immediately, “fuck — why don’t y’bend over for me and show me that cute little ass of yours,” he beckons, his eyes hanging low as you obediently stand from the couch.

you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that rose on your skin as you turned away from the camera, before pulling your the thin cloth further up your fat ass cheeks, before bending over with a muffled giggle as you bit down into the chunk of your bottom lip, “look at that,” the cameraman ogled, letting out a throat groan as his warm and calloused hand suddenly cupped your asscheek, gently jiggling the supple skin.

“y’like it?” you questioned, glancing over your shoulder, letting out a surprised gasp as the cameraman’s hand abruptly slapped down onto your ass.

“i love it, angel— m’gonna open you up a bit, yeah?” he informs you, his eyes squinted as he crouches down onto one knee, carefully angling the camera lens at the crease where your puffy pussy and tight asshole met.

your nails slowly dug into the fabric of the couch as the cameraman’s thumb curled into your skin, pulling your asscheek apart, leaving your wet and eager holes exposed to the cold air conditioned environment of the casting room. you failed to hold back a low mewl as the tip of his thumb grazed over your glistening pussy.

“fuuuck, she’s so pretty,” he cooed, jiggling your asscheek once more, before standing firmly on his two feet as he closed the distance between you two, his jean-covered bulged pressed firmly against your ass, “y’gonna be a star, y’know that, angel?” he praises, holding the camera impressively still with one hand as he undoes the button of his jeans with the other, seamlessly slipping his hand under the waistband of his briefs as he releases his firm cock from its confines.

cutely, you wiggled your hips, your pouty lips plagued with a coy smile as your ass brushed against the flushed cameraman’s erect cock. your cute little act quickly came to a halt as he locked his hand around the dip of your waist, pushing his hips closer into you as his dick laid perfectly atop of your ass. a cocky chuckle left the man’s throat as he measured his dick, his mouth watering at how his tip surpassed the top of your ass and rested on your lower back.

your bambi eyes widened at the feeling of his length resting on you, your heart rate increasing as he pulled down your tiny shorts, revealing your bare ass and sweet pussy.

“m’gonna make you a star,” he huffed with a smile, before spitting a glob of warm saliva down the crack of your ass, lowering the camera to catch how it drooled down into your pussy, before tapping his flushed tip against your aching hole.

a squeaky moan left your lips as he slowly pushed into you, your sticky lips parted in pleasure as his flexed arm grips the the couch, your small hand closing over his forearm as the two of you let out satisfied moans. warmed tears were quick to brim around your waterline as he pushed his hips further into yours, the camera now close to your face.

“i love it,” you smiled, your lips stretch into a drunken grin as you pose for the camera, the sounds of the cameraman’s hips slapping into yours now muffled as you focused your fuck-me eyes on the camera.

you knew that you were always meant to be a superstar — no matter what it took, or who you’d meet along the way.

even if it was the eager cameraman who was fucking himself deep inside of you.

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these people hating cuz you said smth that rafe is for black girls is wild. it is NOT that deep 😭😭. i js never understand why people get mad when woc write stuff that caters to them. go read different stuff if it bothers you!!! (and i’m saying this as a white girl too!)

I wanna come back to this just to say that I think it's very fun that now more woc are putting themselves in moodboards and I love that actually! swirl nation rise! make your reader explicitly and visibly a woc and include your culture in it NOW if you're a black girl call rafe a goofy nigga!

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hey lovee, saw you reblogged my fic and i’m soo happy to see u in my notifs omg, hope you’ve been doing well!! <3333

i’ve been doing good lately! ur tells made me actually want to update the draft that’s been collecting dust for a month<3

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hiiix can i b 💍emoji? also honestly thinking about rafe telling you to shut up if your to loud🥲

ofc! welcome bby <3 (tw noncon/dubcon, reader tries to tell rafe to wait and instead he goes harder 😫 mainly rafe’s POV here)

rafe’s eyes fell shut as he tried to hone in on the euphoric feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him, sucking him in as he pounded into you from the back.

this was arguably rafe’s favorite way to take you. as much as he loved watching the faces you made while he drove his cock into you, hitting it from the back allowed him to reach depths of your cunt that he just couldn’t get to as easily in missionary.

but each time rafe heard you mewl or whine beneath him, that lust he was chasing, inched closer to irritation. his patience with you had long flown out the window, and you knew better than to complain and cry over a punishment you’d earned yourself.

you might not agree with him, but rafe knew flirting when he saw it… or in this case, even when he didn’t see it. your boyfriend simply took kelce’s word when he told him he’d seen you ‘chatting it up’ with the pogues earlier that day. just the thought of you interacting with them pissed rafe off, to no end. it was something you already knew would land you in hot water.

so why even do it? what was so special about the island trash, namely jj, that you just couldn’t resist? that’s all rafe could wonder as he dragged you up the stairs and forced you face first onto his bed. you were lucky he was nice enough to warm you up; stretching you out with his fingers, even loosening you up with his warm tongue, which was more than you deserved. your cunt was still squeezing the life out of him though, almost trying to force him out each time he shoved inside of you.

a particularly harsh thrust caused you to let out a pained cry, and rafe rolled his eyes at the sound. you couldn’t help the fact that the action made your body jolt forward, trying to evade the rough snaps of his hips.

but that was the last straw for rafe.

in one swift motion, two large hands gripped your hips and pulled you back down onto his cock. he let out a low groan at the feel, but the same action caused you to whine out again in discomfort.

“rafe, w-wait-,”

your cries were ignored; rafe pressed down on your spine with one hand while the other weaved itself in your hair, gripping at the roots and shoving your face down into the pillow.

his body immediately chased after yours, his toned chest pressing up against your back as rafe leaned down, his lips level with your ear.

“shut the fuck up,” he rasped, his annoyance clear in his tone. you couldn’t stop your cunt from fluttering around his length as he cursed at you.

rafe nibbled at your lobe before straightening himself back out. his hand remained on the back of your head, nails scratching at your scalp as his lips parted. he lowered his gaze, admiring the forced arch of your back and the way your ass rippled with each pointed thrust of his hips.

“you just never get used to taking this big cock, do you?”

he chuckled to himself, finding amusement in the way you could only grip the sheets and whine while pinned between your strong boyfriend and the king size mattress.

you somehow managed to turn your head to the side, letting rafe press your cheek into the pillow now and giving you the chance to plead your case again.

“please…” you panted, squirming around beneath him, “too…too much!”

“too much? aww, cute…” he repeated, tauntingly.

repositioning himself on his knees, rafe drew his hips back slowly, creating the space he needed to slam back into you, even more unforgivingly than he had before.

“that’s just too damn bad, huh? cause you’re gonna lie there and take this shit either way.”

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Can we get more of the reader loving pink plssss🤭

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bunny!reader is literally obsessed with pink. everything you have is in some shade of pink—clothes, stuffies, makeup. even your dishware was pink. so when you got with the one and only rafe cameron, you slowly pinkified his life: bottles of pink soaps in his shower, smears of pink makeup on the sink, pink towels, pink bathrobe, literally everything.

it got to a point that he just…made you a room. he calls it your “playroom”, it’s painted baby pink and filled with all your favorite things and then some. who else but rafe cameron would get a massive mural painted in your image to put above your bed? your bed has a gauzy pink canopy and a massive vanity with all your beauty products. a pink tv, pink stereo system, pink switch like he’s got you decked out.

and dont forget the fact that somehow you manage to smell pink, like a strawberry milkshake that he wants to drink down every time you step in the room.

(the general vibes of the playroom)

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also i’m twenty now ! my birthday was two months ago lol

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Hey! So I've been rewatching season2 of obx and something funny was happening. I was watching it through, esp towards the end, and was going crazy thinking scenes were missing. Turns out the scenes I was remembering were from your story TLDOS 😅😅 I was like wait someone else is supposed to be in this scene where rose is drugging Sarah. Just thought you should know how TLDOS lives in my head rent free lol

god i feel so bad that i left that story to rot but i really can’t stand to look at it anymore 😞 i’m glad you guys still like it though it means so much to me<33

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omg don’t apologize pls. i just went through/still going through something similar fs but just know that personally i reread your fics WEEKLY if not daily and am so in awe of how you word everything so beautifully. high school sweethearts and smarty 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽 one of the best writers i’ve come across, so much talent and genuinely one of my faves!! take your time and i’m sending u good energy along the way ✨🤍 ily

thank you so much for this it means a lot <3 you’re one of my fave writers on here so it means more coming from you

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It’s been a year daddy

i’m sorryyy 😭 i’m really trying lovebugs

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notice me (rafe cameron x reader)

scribble x's and o's in my notebook, checking how my hair and my nails look.

warnings: obsessive reader(she's delusional </3), explicit sexual content, unhealthy behavior, slight age gap

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your panties were soaking, the arousal leaking from your clothed slit creating a mess of the fabric. it clung to your skin uncomfortably, folds visible through the ruined undergarments. you wanted to rip them off, but rafe held them flush to your pussy as he licked a wet stripe over the drenched cotton.

he stared up at you from his position, blue eyes glowing with mischief as took in your impatient whines. his actions did nothing to solve your frustration. the barrier between his wet mouth and your throbbing cunt was only making you more desperate as the minutes ticked by. his fingers drawing circles over your swollen clit made your hips grind into his touch, the friction of the panties against the bud doing little to satisfy you.

“r-rafe, please…” a broken plea for him to end his incessant teasing left your throat involuntarily. your pussy had taken over your brain function, whatever clear thoughts you had now replaced with a primal need you’d never felt before.

"calm down," he murmurs, his tone tender and soothing. your knees were forced far apart, kept completely at his mercy each time he leaned in to attach himself to your pussy. “just enjoy it…”

you were tempted to push him away, but the hand you placed on the top of his head only pulled him in closer as you bucked your hips into his face. the texture of his tongue and the rough fabric in combination against your swollen lips was far too intense for you to handle, and yet, you still wanted more–needed more.

“y/n…” his voice was muffled below you, barely audible over your heavy breathing and the blood rushing through your ears. “y/n…” your mind was still in a distant place, thighs squeezing tightly around the sides of the blond’s head as he lapped up the arousal leaking through your panties.

“y/n!”

rafe’s voice was clear as day, the fogginess of your brain dissipated as your friend’s older brother stared at you in annoyance. your eyes widened in realization before blinking away the lusty haze that coated them. heat traveled up your chest rapidly to reach the soft flesh of your cheeks. swallowing dryly, you hummed in response, not trusting yourself to use your real voice.

“jesus, kid, what’s your problem? you can’t hear?” 

“sorry, i was…” you blinked at the man on the other side of the kitchen island, his cold eyes leaving a trail of goosebumps over your arms. “sorry..w-what’d you say?”

the years-long crush you had on your best friend’s older brother only increased tenfold the longer you two were in proximity to each other. you thought that it would go away after freshman year of high school, but you were far from correct. your first year at college had just ended, months filled with new parties, new faces, and new boys to become attached to. 

you were certain that you’d get over rafe this time, and yet, here you were. home for the summer and daydreaming about…things you’d never say aloud.

it was hard not to. no matter how many times you told yourself it was wrong, you just couldn't help but let your mind drift when he was around. the smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and the way he carried himself made your thighs squeeze together instinctively.

he was just so...rafe.

rubbing his eyes frustratedly, he sighs. rafe was never one to have patience for anyone and it was clear to you that he was running low from interacting with a barely-there you. while the oldest cameron always had a bit of a soft spot for you, it still didn’t take much to push his buttons. 

“i said get out, my friends are coming. i don’t want you around them.” rafe says firmly. he leans against the kitchen counter, eyes no longer boring into you as they were a few seconds ago. his fingers tap rhythmically against his phone screen, presumably texting the friends that were supposed to appear sooner or later. when you don’t move from your spot by the kitchen’s island, his head pulls up to meet your puzzled gaze once again. “you didn’t hear me? leave.”

your brows knit together lightly in confusion. rafe had never taken issue with you being around his friends before. granted, you’d never been around them alone. sarah had always been there, and it was never on purpose. any time you were around when his friends came over, rafe would never really give time for them to speak to you before pulling them away. kelce and topper were nice enough from what you’d experienced with the two of them, so you couldn’t understand what the issue would be.

sarah stepped out with ward for something a while ago, leaving you all by yourself in the house with rafe until the two of them returned. you stood from your seat on the barstool to make your exit but stopped before you could get too far. facing him again, you opened your mouth to speak.

“why?” you asked the older blonde curiously. his eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but that didn’t deter you from questioning the order. “do they not like me?” ‘do you not like me?’ is what you really wanted to say, but you bit your tongue to refrain from it. you were too scared of what the answer might be.

rafe chuckled dryly as he shook his head at you, hand reaching up to comb through his golden locks. pushing off the counter, he walked around to meet you where you stood. the way he stared down at you left you feeling a bit startled, the pair of heavy blue eyes drinking in every inch of your frame indiscriminately. it was difficult for you to remain calm with him looming over you like that. 

you nearly jump out of your skin when he places a hand on your shoulder and spins you around roughly. it caught you off guard but you didn’t stumble, instead you made a sound of protest at the sudden contact. you could feel the heat of his gaze against your back and if your face could get any hotter, it would. the puff of his warm breath against your ear is what made you jump, but rafe’s chest against your back made you freeze in place.

the feeling of his hand traveling down your shoulder blades, the dip of your back, and the curve where your waist meets your ass left your skin covered in goosebumps and the palms of your hands uncomfortably clammy.

you’d been hanging out with sarah for the three weeks that you’d been home, and each day you meticulously planned your outfits just in case rafe happened to be around. the oversized sweatshirts had been packed up in the back of your family’s garage and the breasts you’d been hiding since you got them were finally free of the skin tight sports bras you used to strapped them down all those years. the shortest skirts you owned were being put to work the entire summer until something came to fruition. 

“do they not like me?” he repeats in a mocking tone. “kid–y/n…that’s not the problem.”

“rafe!” you exclaimed. the feel of his strong hand reaching under the hem of your skirt left you shocked, jaw slack with disbelief. you were worried about what he would find under there if he reached too far, the dampness of your panties enough to leave them sticking to your skin and able to expose you if he were to accidentally brush against them. “what are you doing?” your imagination had left you feeling indecent and hot, and you wished you would have left the room when you had the chance to spare yourself the embarrassment.

relief washed over you at the feeling of him tugging the fabric of your skirt down to cover as much of the exposed skin as the material would allow. you could hear him kiss his teeth as it barely covered the tops of your thighs, the fold of your ass almost visible anytime you weren’t standing completely still.

the sound of the front door opening filled your ears, topper and kelce’s loud voices traveling through the empty house as they called out for their friend.

“go upstairs. now.” rafe pushes you away roughly and you waste no time shuffling out of the room.

his eyes were glued to you until the moment you left, the feeling of his ocean blue orbs burned into your skin as your nike-clad feet padded against the old floorboards. your heart was beating firmly against the bones in your chest and you could still feel the way his warm hands were so close to somewhere they shouldn’t ever be, but where you wish they could stay forever. 

when you reached sarah’s room on the upper floor of the mansion, you finally released the silent scream that you’d been holding in since rafe first walked into the kitchen.

you’d felt him watching you the entire time, his eyes raking over your frame as you stared down at your phone pretending that you couldn’t tell. you knew sarah had plans with her dad today but you insisted on coming over anyway, claiming that you didn’t want to miss a single day with her this summer. you knew rafe would be here too, because that was the first thing sarah warned you of before she left you alone with her brother. 

you spent months–years–doing whatever it took to get his attention without completely throwing yourself at him like you so badly wanted to. the last thing you wanted was to come off as the desperate, embarrassing best friend, but you had to do something to stand out amongst all the other rich, pretty, older girls that flocked to him everywhere he went.

he was the kook prince, and you were just his little sister’s friend. it was hard for you to get him to see you any other way.

when you came home for summer break, you had a plan. your days were meticulously planned around him, which definitely sounded insane, but after years of pining you couldn’t find it in you to care.

the local goodwill took in all your old clothes during the winter to make room for your new wardrobe. you learned how to do your makeup, lost the contacts, and opted for consistent manicures rather than the brittle nubs for nails you had your entire childhood. months worth of confidence lessons on youtube, manifesting, and subtle flirting practice with the boys at your university were going to pay off this summer.

it had to. 

the kid he was used to was gone. the nail biter with chunky black glasses, a stutter, and old band shirts had been banished and in her place was the improved version of you. the one that planned her outfits a day in advance, always had french tips, and could hold eye contact without stumbling over every word like it was her first. you walked with a sway in your hips and showed off parts of your body that nobody except sarah and yourself knew you had. 

you refused to be the awkward, nerdy kid anymore. things had to be different this time–and they were. 

when presented with the opportunity to be alone with rafe cameron, you took every measure possible to get his attention without begging on your hands and knees. for nearly a month you tried to be as lowkey as possible; pretending to not care if he was there or not, ignoring him completely when you two were in the same room, flirting with other guys when rafe was in hearing distance–whatever it took. it was tiring, but you couldn’t give up–not after all these years.

staring at yourself in the full body mirror propped against the sarah’s wall, you smiled and took a step closer to examine yourself. rafe finally saw you. he called you ‘kid,’ but he finally saw you as something more than that. you were finally one step closer to your silly little daydreams becoming reality.

“he noticed me…” you whispered to yourself. 

he finally fucking noticed.

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me: I'm going to write a fic to my own entertainment

also me, writing said fic:

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》 THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS — rafe cameron x reader

word count — 4.5k+

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, NONCON, abusive relationship, domestic violence + mentions of, mentions of attempted murder, swearing, gaslighting/manipulation, ngl it’s dark and sad :( lmk if i’m missing anything!!

summary — valentine’s day goes surprisingly well with rafe, but at what cost?

a/n — happy valentine’s day lovelies 💕💕 enjoy rafe ruining our day bc it’s all i’ve been able to think about!!! <3 also i’m gonna keep the regular font for the first time (i think) on a full length fic so lmk if u absolutely hate it or whatever 😫

You could vaguely remember a time when you used to genuinely look forward to Valentine’s Day, but that wasn’t the case anymore; hadn’t been for awhile. It just seemed like a day where the normal, romantic couples rubbed their healthy, committed relationships in your bruised and battered face.

Seeing girls gush over their boyfriends on Instagram; seeing the extravagant ways their men would go all out for them without even being asked or prompted, only made you realize how far gone your own relationship had become.

Rafe would berate you, hit you, hurt you physically; yet everytime he did something wrong, you were somehow the one who ended up apologizing to and comforting him, begging him to stay. Empty promises of straightening up his act and treating you better kept you hopeful, stringing you along; but Rafe went back on them every single time. The fact that you still longed for Rafe when he was away, still wanted nothing more than to be under him and to gain his approval when he was mad at you for something, made you feel so…worthless. You hated the lack of respect you had for yourself to let the cycle continue, which was all it ever did.

Rafe’s violent tendencies had only been on an upward trend recently, and while most of the threats he spoke of were just talk, you started seriously fearing for your life the last time he lashed out on you physically.

You tried not to think about it, but it was hard not to feel Rafe’s hands still wrapped around your throat when you tried to take a breath. It was even harder not to see his facial features, contorted into that terrifying look you’d never seen before, each time you closed your eyes. Rafe choked you, to the point where you almost blacked out, during a blackout rage of his own.

It was something he’d never done before, and it rendered you too dazed and weak to fight back in the moment. That’s when Rafe started kicking at your ribs and back repeatedly; screaming insults and profanities and threats against your life, all while you laid curled into a ball on the floor.

You slept with one eye open that night, for the hour or so of sleep you actually managed to get. You were up writhing in pain for the most part, then had to spend the entire day recovering in your bed the next morning, and the subsequent days that followed.

It gave you a lot of time to truly assess the severity of the situation you were in.

You used to wonder why people stayed with abusive partners, until Rafe came along. The teather he kept around you was wound so many times around his wrist, you hardly had any freedoms of your own. Your brain knew he was no good for you, but your heart continuously tried to convince you there was reason to stay; that you could eventually pull the same loving, tender side from Rafe that you knew when you first started dating.

But he continued to prove time and time again just how untrue your heart’s claims could be.

The truth was, you did want to leave. But Rafe made your exit so small, you could hardly even find it.

A week had passed since that violent altercation, yet it was still fresh in your mind. Thankfully, you’d healed up enough just in time for Valentine’s Day, thanks in part to Rafe being uncharacteristically kind and attentive. He’d been close to your side ever since the night you were working to suppress from your memory, tending to anything you needed - finding the best pain medicines, fetching whatever food you wanted, sitting with you, talking and having real conversations with you - all things that would be expected of a normal boyfriend, which Rafe Cameron was anything but…

Or so you thought.

For the past week, Rafe had been reminding you a lot of the Rafe you met, the one you fell in love with in the first place. That Rafe would’ve never done anything to hurt you.

As you sat on the mend from the new version you’d come to know, you started to think there might actually be a chance to keep this Rafe around; especially with the way he’d been talking lately.

He’d apologized for his actions that night, an actual, sincere apology; spewing on about how he knew things hadn’t been good between the two of you for some time, but he wanted to be better, and he would make everything up to you today.

Rafe started the day out sweeter than he’d ever been towards you in a long, long time.

This change in demeanor continued throughout the whole holiday, Rafe showering you in kisses and small gifts, which he told you would all lead up to your big gift at the dinner he planned to treat you to tonight.

Along with the sweet gestures came a series of even sweeter words, ones that meant more to you than any monetary or tangible gift. Rafe promised to put a better foot forward in your relationship.

The fact that he recognized his wrongdoings only planted more seeds of hope within you, that he really did have plans to change. It comforted you in a way, the fact that Rafe was willing to admit the harrowing truth out loud.

…Which is why you felt so terribly conflicted.

You hadn’t spoken a word to anyone - not that there was really anyone to speak to, since your boyfriend had already successfully isolated you from your friends and most of your family quite some time ago - but your mind had started venturing off to thoughts of a possible life without Rafe.

Despite the 180 in his demeanor, you couldn’t forget the way it felt to be within inches of losing your life, especially at the cruel hands of someone you had nothing but love for.

It was hard to fathom, and even harder to picture a version of you that wasn’t a subsequent extention of the oldest Cameron.

Especially on one of his good days like today, which were typically few and far between. 

He’d been the perfect textbook boyfriend since the sun rose, all you could ever ask for… all you’d been asking for. At some point though, you became hyperaware that this could potentially be your last Valentine’s Day with Rafe.

You wanted better for yourself; you didn’t want to live in fear for your life, and you knew you’d never be able to shake the worry that Rafe might do something like that again.

…But he was catering to your every liking so well, and the dinner he reserved for the two of you only made you feel even more conflicted.

It was straight out of your dreams from start to finish, and Rafe’s big gift to you was a complete 6 piece jewelry collection, real gold, the most expensive money could buy. It hit you even harder, because encapsulated in the necklace was the very first picture the two of you had ever taken together. It brought tears to your eyes right there at the dinner table, and Rafe held your hand across the wooden surface as you admired the gift. Again, it gave you hope that Rafe really did want to change.

And that’s what he wanted you to think.

He’d been playing his cards right, that’s for sure.

While you took everything as an apology for that night, and for his overall abusive behavior towards you, in Rafe’s eyes, it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s his job to do the corny, romantic, if not insincere gestures.

Of course he felt bad after seeing how long you were forced to recover in bed after he lashed out on you, and he surely gave you plenty of time and help for your recovery.

But all he could focus on today, all he could seem to think about was how you were planning on thanking him at the end of the night.

That was the girlfriend���s job on Valentine’s Day, he decided.

Rafe had no doubts in his mind that you would try to come onto him once he got you home, too enamored with your gifts and impressed with your boyfriend’s efforts not to.

So when the two of you got home and got settled for the night, changing into your pajamas and crawling into bed, and you laid next to him and started kissing him, Rafe got excited. He was more than ready to let you take the reigns for once, to make him feel good after he made you feel so good all day.

…So imagine his complete and utter surprise when you pulled away from his lips and he thought for sure you were repositioning yourself to straddle him…only for you to smile and bid him a sincere ‘goodnight’, voicing your love for him before rolling over, and facing the other way.

Almost like you were…going to sleep.

Were you seriously going to just go to sleep and let him stay up with his erection after the night he just treated you to? Let all of his hard work just go to waste?

You were, he realized when you settled into the mattress further, letting out a long sigh and curling into the blanket.

…But you didn’t feel the other side of the bed move at all, and that was your first sign that something was wrong.

The scoff that rang out behind you was your second sign, followed by Rafe’s snarky voice.

“…Seriously? That’s it?”

You tensed up, already hearing the side of your boyfriend you dreaded coming through his tone…and you knew immediately what he was getting at.

Rafe waited for your reaction, and a sarcastic laugh followed seconds later when you didn’t give him one.

Maybe if you just pretended to fall asleep, he would leave you alone…

You couldn’t see it, but Rafe’s eyes never left you from the moment you turned over.

He shook his head; he was already hard, so Rafe was even more pissed, and his voice was laced with disappointment as he muttered, “Unbelievable.”

His hard gaze was waiting for you when you did finally turn back to face him, a scowl fixed his direction as you narrowed your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you started sarcastically, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Do I need to remind you what that dinner was even for?”

Rafe waved you off mid-sentence, settling down into the bed and starting to pull the covers up when you sat up and grabbed them, yanking the material from his grip.

Rafe rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face a couple of times, “you’re still on that?”

He scoffed, sitting up now too and throwing the covers back even further before standing from the bed as he let out a sarcastic laugh.

“God, are you fucking stupid?” He questioned, turning back around to face you with a hand on his hip. “That dinner was not an apology.”

You could only stare at your boyfriend in disbelief.

“You just gonna take every good thing I do for you as some sort of-of admission of guilt?” Again, he laughed. It had such a bitter ring to it, you physically flinched.

“That was me doing the shit a boyfriend is supposed to do for his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. Sue me I guess, for expecting you to fulfill some of your girlfriend duties for once.”

That comment got you going.

If anyone had been a dutiful partner throughout the entirety of the relationship, it was without a doubt not Rafe. You stayed by his side, aiding and abetting in all of his crimes against you from the start, never breathing a word to anyone else about the trials he put you through.

You sprang to your feet too, both of you now standing on opposite sides of the bed.

You waved an accusatory finger Rafe’s direction as the two of you began going at it, screaming over each other. Neither of you really gave much thought to what the other person was saying, only focused on getting your own points across.

When Rafe made another comment about today being nothing but a mere routine for him and his girlfriend, you could no longer put a filter on your feelings.

“Well maybe I don’t wanna be your girlfriend anymore!”

You blurted out the thought before you really had time to mull it over. Rafe tended to pull the impulsive side out of you, especially during arguments.

The admission had the both of you falling incredibly quiet, so much so, you could surely hear a pin drop.

And honestly, the silence elicited more fear within you than the screaming match did. It was easy to tell what Rafe was feeling when he was making it known verbally with a raised voice, but the man was almost impossible to read when he fell silent.

Rafe’s icy blue gaze was unmoving as he stared at you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him either. You felt like it would be the least smart thing to do, and studying Rafe’s face, he almost seemed to be taken aback by such a confession.

Was it really that shocking though, especially given the fact that not even a day ago he’d admitted things hadn’t been going well between the two of you lately?

The warning signs of his anger began to show, and the nervous shuffling of your feet on the carpet was the next sound to fill the air.

Rafe’s muscles flexed in the confines of his shirt as his hands balled into fists at his sides; his chest began to rise and fall at a gradually quicker pace now.

When his head tilted to the side, you swallowed hard.

“…The fuck did you just say?”

The harsh bite behind his tone made you flinch. Something was instantly screaming at you to create more space between the two of you; an inner voice you’d grown accustomed to hearing from throughout your turmultuous relationship with Rafe. Instinctively, you found yourself taking a cautious step backwards.

It was immediately matched by an even longer stride forward on Rafe’s part.

Another step was only followed by the same outcome. This repeated over a series of seconds until you finally felt your back brush against the wall; Rafe having effectively cornered you there.

Though it was a compromising position you’d found yourself in time and time again with Rafe, your body’s response to him practically corralling you into a confined space never got any better. Your blood always felt hot, heating your skin when Rafe got this close to you in one of his moods. Your mouth always went dry, your head always began to reel with things you could say or do to try to get him to ease off of you, and nine times out of ten, it was to no avail.

Fight or flight mode had kicked in, yet you couldn’t will your feet to move as Rafe glared down his nose at you, nostrils flaring with each breath he took. Part of you tried to tell yourself that he wouldn’t hurt you again, not after the week you’d shared together.

But the second Rafe drew his hand back, you squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your teeth together, bracing for the impact. It followed swiftly, the back of Rafe’s strong hand colliding with the side of your face with such force, you felt like all the wind had been knocked out of you.

Your head whipped to the side, and bringing your hand to your cheek’s aid only seemed to intensify the stinging sensation blooming there. Red welts were sure to follow suit. You stayed cowered down in front of Rafe, body turned to the side as you felt hot tears surface and spill over.

When the ringing in your ears began to settle, Rafe’s breathing could be heard again, heavier now than it had been before.

Only a few moments were offered to recollect your composure before a set of rough fingers curled in around one of your wrists, snatching it and yanking you upright.

“Care to repeat that?” The snarkiness behind his words only disappointed you more, on today of all days.

Your tearful gaze was greeted by a much harder, more serious one when you craned your neck up.

You were in disbelief as you stared up at your boyfriend, and eventually, you shook your head.

“You know, I can’t believe, that for a second,” your voice was weak, words choppy as you struggled to speak over the painful lump in your throat. Rafe’s grip on your wrist seemed to tighten in warning, but you paid it no mind as you continued.

“…for one second I thought, maybe things could be like they used to be for us…”

More tears fell, but you tried your best to stand your ground.

“But I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Rafe’s entire demeanor switched instantly. 

You saw his jaw tick once, twice, three times before he suddenly snatched your hair in an unforgiving grip, and you cried out as you were dragged backwards, legs tangling and feet tripping over each other. You hardly had time to register what was happening before Rafe roughly slung you around onto the bed. He was so careless with his actions, overestimating his strength and slinging you so hard that your head ended up hitting the headboard.

You let out a scream upon impact, but your pain was only met with a dark laugh from Rafe; though you struggled to pinpoint what exactly could be humorous about this whole situation. You supposed the only joke was you thinking your boyfriend could actually redeem himself; and thinking all of the things he said and did for you in the past week were actually genuine.

When the haughty laughter finally settled, you were trying to inch yourself backwards on the bed by your elbows, but Rafe was quick to grab your ankles and pull you back down, forcing you to lay in front of him as he stood at the foot of the bed.

He didn’t look like the same person now that you’d spend such a rare good day with, but instead the one you’d seen a week ago; the one you saw every time Rafe put his hands on you, or forced himself on you.

You watched his large hands go for his belt, and your protests were immediate.

“No,” you choked out, shaking your head through your tears and attempting to draw your legs up away from him again, “no, please-,”

You didn’t even see his hand leave his waistline, it was just suddenly rearing back again, and you were cut off by another stinging slap to the face.

“Shut up,” Rafe spat, pulling at your legs and straightening them back out again, “and stop fucking moving.”

You fought hard against him even as your head spun; pushing at his hard chest each time he tried to lean down over you; flailing your legs around, hoping to get a knee inbetween his own if you were lucky.

But your luck ran out when you crossed paths with Rafe Cameron in the first place. He easily overpowered you, eventually wedging his way inbetween your legs as they dangled off the edge of the bed. This new position kept you from being able to use your legs to defend yourself, and your arms were next. Rafe was able to pin both of the limbs above your head with just a single hand around your wrists, the other working to free his erection from his pants.

You heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening, heard the expensive khaki fabric fall and pool at his ankles, yet your brain was in denial that was this even happening. Today had taken such a horrible turn, a total contrast to the tune your boyfriend had played earlier. 

But Rafe had planned on this from the start; the only difference was, he had to work a little harder to make it happen now.

Once his own pants were taken care of, the only thing separating Rafe from having his way with you was your silk pajama shorts. He worked on those next, grip only tightening on your wrists when you stirred around as he began pawing at the thin material. You were unable to close your legs in the position you were in, so Rafe had to physically rip the shorts from your body.

Your words and pleads weren’t enough to deter him, tears weren’t enough either, so you resigned to admitting defeat, trying to relax your muscles now in preparation for what Rafe made clear was coming.

He must’ve felt your muscles untense, breathing out a low, “mhmm, there you go. Relax. It’s gonna happen either way, sweetheart.”

The pet name made you cringe, especially given the circumstances.

He let out a scoff as he rubbed his leaking tip against your entrance, lubricating your otherwise dry folds.

“Talkin’ about, you don’t know who I am anymore,” Rafe muttered more so to himself, almost so low that you couldn’t even hear it over your own whimpers and cries.

He was louder when he spoke again though, “You wanna see who I am?”

The skin of your wrists stung, now red  and twisted as Rafe’s fingers curled impossibly tighter around them. When you only cried out in response, he taunted, “huh?”

His tip was suddenly inside of you, and the stretch from that alone had you wincing.

“…This is who I am baby.”

That was all Rafe said before he thrusted into you, completely filling you to the brim on the very first go.

It was only once he was inside of you that he finally let go of your wrists, but you were now too focused on the searing pain between your legs to try to fight back. Your arms curled in slowly, and Rafe repositioned himself, planting a knee on either side of the mattress to get a better angle. When he found it, he ran with it, pounding into you mercilessly.

Each time you tried to close your eyes or turn your head, Rafe was there; a hand on your jaw squeezing tight enough to bruise, serving to keep your eyes on him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond emotionally, but your body reacted to his unwanted touch. You felt betrayed by your own self when you felt your walls grow slicker, allowing Rafe to turn up the intensity.

A particularly harsh thrust had you letting out a scream that lacked any real sustanence. Rafe’s hand slapped over your mouth anyway, and he couldn’t help but stiffle a laugh as the action got him thinking.

“You know…” His own voice was strained, speaking through panted breaths as he continued rutting into you. One hand kept your hip pinned to the bed while the other dropped from your jaw, down your throat.

“You coulda had a nice dinner…woulda had you screaming; made you come so many times. Woulda been the best sleep of your life.”

You brought your own hands to his arm, nails digging into the skin as his hand clamped further around your throat, now starting to restrict your airways.

He leaned down, his body weight serving to pin you even further into the mattress as his face got dangerously close to your own. His lips brushed against yours, almost in a teasing manner, like he wanted to kiss you but wouldn’t. His eyes were almost…lustful as they bored into you, until suddenly, that gleam was lost, and Rafe’s face dropped.

“But now I don’t give a fuck if you come or not.”

He trailed his lips around to the side of your face, nibbling at the flesh of your lobe before seething directly in your ear, “…but don’t worry baby, m’gonna make you scream no matter what.”

With that, Rafe straightened himself back out and used his hold on you to fuck you deeper into the mattress, the tip of his cock hitting places inside of you that you were sure had never been explored before. The pain was all too much to bare, but your clear discomfort and suffering didn’t amuse him. If anything, it only egged him on even more.

His eyes all but rolled back in his head as the high he was chasing began to feel more and more tanglible. The tenseness of your muscles had you involuntarily squeezing the life out of his own muscle, a feeling so euphoric for Rafe. It paired with the warm slickness you’d produced, both adding to his arousal and making his assault much easier.

His climax was approaching fast now, and Rafe moved a hand from your hip to your stomach, pressing down and revelling in the way his tip could be felt prodding at his palm. His other hand tightened around your throat, no mind paid to the strain already evident on your face. Stars had just started to overtake your vision when a series of grunts and groans, whimpers even filled the air. Rafe spilled his seed inside of you, emptying load after load and adding to the stickiness of your tight walls. He admired the warmness of your cunt, keeping his cock lodged inside even after he finished. Rafe worked to catch his breath as he relinquished his grip on your throat, using the hand to prop himself up and eventually unsheathing himself once he felt satisfied.

As his hips retreated and his cock was pulled from your folds, Rafe mumbled out a quick, “happy fucking Valentine’s Day.”

The sudden emptiness between your legs was uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness you felt in your heart. 

You felt absolutely defeated as your mind slowly unfogged, and the severity of the situation began to wash over you. The whole time you thought your boyfriend was working to redeem himself, he was actually just trying to set himself up to score at the end of the night. You already hadn’t been intimate in awhile due to Rafe’s behavior and antics, and you never foresaw the night taking such a horrendous turn.

You curled in on yourself, bringing your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You laid on your side; the silk top hanging loosely from your shoulders was the only piece of clothing you had on.

Shivers wracked your body, and you couldn’t stop the tears from turning into full on sobs into the duvet.

Rafe had been fetching a towel from the bathroom, only bothering to clean himself up before he was back at the foot of the bed. You hadn’t moved an inch the entire time he was in there, and just one look at you lying on the bed crying had the kook rolling his eyes at your dramatics.

“Oh for God’s sake, calm down.” He slapped at the back of your thigh once, and your body jolted slightly.

“Get ahold of yourself and stop pretending like this isn’t your fault. Threatening to break up with me? On Valentine’s Day? I mean, Jesus Christ.”

When you still made no efforts to move or even acknowledge him at all, Rafe sighed and grabbed your arm, pulling you up with less force than he’d exerted earlier. He gave you no choice but to face him, but looking into his eyes only brought on more tears. His hand moved to cup your jaw, again much less rough this time. He shook your face slightly in his hand as he lowered himself down to your eye level, fixing you with a faux pout.

“How’s that for a Happy Valentine’s Day?”

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hi my loves! i wanted to say that i’m sorry for being inactive for the past few months, i’ve just been feeling very insecure about my work and uninspired.

i’m going to start posting more one-shots before continuing all of my series because i don’t want to ruin them with mediocre writing; you guys deserve more than that !

thank you for supporting me over the past year and thank you for 1K followers!

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Dark!Rafe slapping reader in front of topper and kelce for cussing at him

(tw domestic violence, abusive relationship, rafe is an asshole, kelce is scary smh, topper trying to be a good guy ofc)

even though rafe was the only agressor of the group, you still felt outnumbered. surrounded by your boyfriend and two of his closest friends, there was virtually no one on your side when rafe started berating you on the way out to the car.

“this is exactly why i dont bring her ass with me.” your boyfriend spoke to his two friends as if you weren’t trailing behind the trio. it was a struggle to keep up with their long strides, but you supposed it was better than being dragged along like a dog on a leash. rafe walked with the most determination, eager to get to the car, away from the crowds of people.

“you know i can hear you, right?” you ask, although you knew that was his intention from the start. “you don’t have to talk about me like i’m not here-,” you cut yourself off with a gasp when rafe turned abruptly, stopping and sending you crashing into his hard chest. you started to crane your neck up to look at him, but you were apparently too slow, as rafe grabbed your jaw and forced your gaze on him anyway.

“ow, rafe! let go-!”

“and you don’t have to fuckin’ talk at all,” he cut you off to respond to your last comment, “so why don’t you do us all a favor, and just shut your mouth?”

he shoved your face away and your jaw hung open. “hmm?” he pressed further, “you think you can manage that? or is that too much to ask of you?” rafe spoke to you like you were nothing more than a small child. your boyfriend wasn’t above degrading you in front of his friends, but it was usually when you were at his house, and had the luxury of retreating to your room or to the backyard when rafe started his antics. you had nowhere to hide at the country club, and even less space to hide in the back of topper’s car, with rafe right on your side.

the silence on kelce’s end didn’t serve as a surprise to you. the kook had found something else to concentrate his attention on the second rafe’s arm shot out to grab you, as if the scene unfolding in front of him could be ignored at all. he heard, and you knew he did, but you also knew he’d be the last person to intervene, to stick up to rafe cameron of all people.

topper wasn’t much braver than his friend, but he was bold enough to say something. the thornton boy sounded hesitant when he decided to speak up, “man…hey man,” he took a cautious step inbetween the two of you, arm out in front of him as he urged, “give her a break, will you? we don’t wanna see that.” he motioned to kelce, who still refused to make eye contact with anyone.

rafe eyed his friend as if it was the most outlandish suggestion he’d ever heard.

his arrogance annoyed you, as did his words. you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking up. if he didn’t criticize topper for his challenge, maybe you could be spared, too, you thought.

“he never does that, top.” you knew the nickname would just irk your boyfriend further, “he’s a fucking asshole-,” you’d hardly pushed the words past your lips when rafe retaliated, delivering a swift slap to your face that left your legs shaking and your ears ringing.

you were sure you’d heard a set of gasps as you cried out, followed by an abrupt, ‘woah! dude, what the fuck?’ from topper.

the impact had your head whipping to the side. your entire figure followed suit, and the loss of balance sent you stumbling into topper’s arms. it was an action you’d pay for later, but you didn’t have to mental capacity to focus on that right now. topper seemed to know it too, as he was reluctant to place his hands on your sides, but still had enough manners to give in to his desire to help to hold you up. instinctively, you tucked your face away in the unfamiliar chest. the grip you gained on his polo shirt, combined with the strong arms that wrapped around your trembling figure, kept you from falling to the ground.

you swore you saw stars, and you were trying to straighten yourself out when you felt a strong hand wrap around the back of your neck.

rafe was quick to pry you from his friend’s arms, “get the fuck off of him!”

your vision blurred from tears when he finally came into view again. he towered over you, holding you firmly against his chest as he seethed in your ear with an accusatory finger pointed right in your face, “you cuss at me like that again, and you’ll have bigger problems than some little slap.” he released you, only to shove you with both hands towards topper’s jeep. “get in the fuckin’ truck.”

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the worst (rafe cameron x heyward!reader)

SYNOPSIS: once you got all that you wanted, nothing was ever the same.

WARNINGS: angst, betrayal of trust

your head felt heavy with pain, frustration, and dread. a slurry of emotions took home within the folds of your minds and there were so many thoughts that you couldn’t pick a single one to focus on. there were so many sounds in a silent room with a single occupant, all echoing against the walls of your skull. your body was on fire but your blood was freezing as it ran through your veins, each cell like a needle of ice as it traveled through your heart.

it felt as if you just might combust.

what you wanted to do the most was scream, but your mouth was glued shut, lips tied up tightly and jaw clenched with a force so strong that your teeth could shatter.

rafe cameron had made a fool out of you. he was a narcissist and a thief that let nothing stand in the way of what he wanted. his greed knew now bounds and it disgusted you. it wasn’t fair that he got everything he wanted and you had to work yourself to the bone just to get a quarter of what he has. 

the freedmen's church sat empty aside from you and the woodland creatures that used it for shelter. it smelt of mildew and old wood, and the eerie feeling of someone watching you was driving you slowly insane. your eyes flew up to the beams holding the roof in place, the hiding spot of the golden cross left just as bare as the pews surrounding you. 

the building was your source of peace and punishment for your failures. 

the memories of that day plague you endlessly. the sound of pope yelling at the pogues out of frustration, them chasing after him as you remained in the same spot long after. the pain you and pope felt was different from whatever the rest of them did. for them it was an inconvenience, but for you and your brother it was a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing feeling of defeat. a torment that was generational. for yourself, there was an additional layer of betrayal.

the man you once cared for deeply had taken advantage of you.

it was all you could think of for months. your foolishness had not only hurt you, but the people that you loved the most. you should’ve never trusted rafe to do right by anyone, to have decency. you should have listened to jj when he told you to stay away from him, but you were stubborn. if you wanted to do something, you were going to do it. maybe that was your fatal flaw.

you came to the church a lot after the cross was stolen. the company of those residing in spirit was more comforting than those of the living, even if they left you feeling unsettled. you felt like you deserved it for disappointing them; your ancestors, your friends, your family.

it felt as if they all stood in the pulpit staring down at you in the pews, head hung in shame and chest heavy with guilt.

the feeling became stronger when the familiar sound of an engine grumbled outside the worn walls of the church, disgruntled spirits less than pleased with the sudden presence of the trespasser.

the sound of his footsteps didn’t move you, nor did the heat of his ocean blue eyes boring into your skin from behind. both of you remain silent for a long time, the air tense and filled with unspoken grievances. 

“why are you here?” rafe’s familiar voice broke the silence between you, the familiarity of the sound bringing no warmth to you as it once did.

“why are you here?” you repeated his question sharply, irritation dripping from your pores. “don’t you think you’ve desecrated this place enough?”

your throat vibrated in timing with each word that rolled off of your tongue. you made no effort to face the man behind you; he came into your territory without invitation, if he wanted to see your face, he could do it himself.

he gave no reply for a long moment, silence falling between you once again. his feet sounded against the ground as he approached with caution, hesitation heard clearly in each step closer to your seated frame in the front pew.

you didn't look up when he took the space in front of you, eyes still focused on the dusty, rotting floorboards. 

“baby–”

“don’t.” your voice sliced through the cool air to cut rafe short. “don’t you ever fucking call me that, rafe cameron.” the sound of the nickname lit a fire in you–an angry, dancing flame of reds and yellows that made your face hot with emotion. “i should have listened to everyone when they told me to stay away from you.”

finally you lift your gaze to meet his own. his eyes, once a beautiful ocean blue, were a dull shade of overcast skies to you. his beauty brought you no butterflies, not anymore. your soft spot for his bright smile and charming face had been eaten away by the moths that killed every monarch in your heart. instead you felt sick, saliva gathering beneath your tongue as the sight of him made the guilt you felt amplify tenfold. 

you swallowed down the liquid, but the sick feeling never went away

“i didn’t mean for everything to turn out like this, y/n…i really didn’t.” his voice was coated in sincerity, but you’d do well to never believe a word that came out of his mouth again. “i just…it–” the blonde ran a hand over his head as he struggled to find his words. “i had to do what i had to do for my family, okay? i would never do something to hurt you–not on purpose.”

“well, you did hurt me, rafe.”

“and i understand that.” he nodded at you. “i hurt you, and you probably think i’m a piece of shit. but–just think of being in my position for a minute; wouldn’t you do the same thing? sometimes we have to make hard decisions, so don’t think that i wanted to do that, y/n…i had to. my family needed the cross.”

if you had the energy, you'd laugh in his face. rafe’s words would be comical had this been a badly written sitcom. you mustered up a hearty scoff instead, the dramatic sound echoing off the walls of the church as you stared up at him is disbelief. 

“you didn’t need the cross, rafe. ward is a greedy bastard and you're doing his bidding because you want his approval.” you didn’t hold back your disgust with the man standing before you, or your disdain for his father. “do you know why it was hidden in here? because denmark tanny knew that the people needed it. people that were stolen from their homes and didnt have a single thing to their names. my people, rafe–that’s why he hid it in a fucking freedman’s church.”

“y/n–”

“you live in that man’s house–you steal his gold, you steal his cross, and you desecrate the grave of his wife. a grave that he was killed for digging.” tears were beginning to build up in your eyes from the rage and feelings of betrayal consumed you. “you use me as a pawn…you come into this church and disturb the souls that lived lifetimes without freedom because of people like you, so fueled by your desire for power that you’ll stop at nothing to get it…or keep it.”

rafe stared at your wordlessly, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he scraped his mind for a response.

standing from your seat, you shoved him out of the way as you made your way to the back of the building. if he stumbled you didn’t notice, eyes trained on the exit on the other side of the room. everything you’d been holding back for months was starting to come to the surface after just a few minutes in his presence.

you had to get away from him or your heart just might explode and paint the wooden panels lining the walls a dark shade of red.

you face him once more as you reach the doorway of the church, a thought reaching your mind through the thick clouds of emotions that forever surrounded it. a breeze caused a chill to run down your spine and your jacket covered arms to fill with goosebumps.

the tall man stood in the same place you left him, stupefied and disgustingly handsome. it was the first time you’d ever seen him rendered speechless. you didn’t need to add insult to injury, but he didn’t deserve the kindness of your silence.

he should live with everything he’s ever done haunting him just as it haunts you.

“to tell you the truth, i wish we never…” shaking your head, you allow him to infer rather than finishing your sentence. the embarrassment from your stupid decisions was too strong for you to say it out loud. it only managed to irritate you further–he should feel shame for his actions, not you. “you really are the worst, rafe cameron. i hope you know that.”

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Where the heck have you been sister

employed 😔 i’m sorry i’m trying my brain is just tired

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dark!rafe controlling every aspect of y/n’s life🫣 from who she talks to, what she posts on social media, what she can wear, etc., you probably get the who idea…and if she fails to follow rafes rules she gets punished😶

GIRLLLL yea u already know the vibes. dis is long OMG (tw mentions of dubcon/DV towards the end)

dark!rafe would slowly but surely take over every aspect of your life, so gradually that you wouldn’t even realize until it was too late, if at all. he’d lovebomb you like crazy in the beginning, disguising his controlling and possessive behavior as protective and caring. he’s convinced you to give him all of your passwords, has your social media accounts logged in on his phone and has definitely taken the time to fend off random guys in your DMs and block anyone who he thinks might pose even the slightest challenge to him. he’d delete any of your old posts that he deemed to be too revealing or provocative, never archiving them because you could easily get them back that way.

he buys most all of your clothes so he dictates what you wear that way. you think your boyfriend is just being sweet, showering you with expensive clothes you never could afford before, but he’s really just doing it so you only have options he picks out for you. he’d def convince you to move in with him, tell you you need to downsize, and it just makes sense to get rid of that low cut top and too short dress, right?

and don’t think you can answer a call or text around him, either. being on your phone with rafe was just rude, it was something he didn’t appreciate. who was so important that they took priority over your seemingly neverending quality time with him? he’s not above snatching your phone from your hands and seeing for himself just what made that smile creep onto your face.

he eventually has you conditioned to listen to him. when you’re in public, you already know not to look too long at anything other than rafe or your own feet, because you’d obviously be sneaking glances at other guys, right? no need to worry about looking up, rafe’s always got his hand locked with yours or curled around the back of your neck, there to lead you through whatever room or event you were at, and fend off anyone who tried to make a pass at you. people were always staring at his girl, something he both hated and loved at the same time, so he had to be with her in public, of course.

if he thought you were going against anything he demanded of you, even the slightest protest, ooooh would you be in for it. his punishments could definitely be physical, forcing you on your knees or up against a wall, right then and there. he didn’t love hitting you outside of the bedroom, but he couldn’t help it sometimes. he also loves to fuck with you mentally, though. playing mind games and manipulating or gaslighting you always served to punish you just as much as a physical lashing would.

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