𝒱𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

Pairing: Dark Matt Murdock | Daredevil x (female) Reader

▶ Dead Dove Do Not Eat. This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: If Matt could have one thing, it would be for you to quit from your job.

WARNINGS: Manipulation; Toxic Relationship.

AN: Again, a short drabble. It would mean the world to me if you guys could just take a moment to reblog and leave a comment - if you liked reading this. Feedback is very much appreciated. Please and thank you. Enjoy 🤗

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“Hey sweetheart.” Matt calls for you the moment the door closes behind you. “Here, in the kitchen.”

rafe cameron x reader

Summary: What if you were the one who saved Sarah from drowning instead of Topper? Unfortunately, being the hero comes with consequences in risking your own life at the hands of Rafe Cameron. 

⚠️warnings⚠️: dark content, violence/gun violence, implied drug usage, kidnapping, language, eventual dubcon

Inspired by season 2 episode 5 "The Darkest Hour"

“You’ve always been against me!”

Rafe had Sarah cornered at the dock, making it impossible for her to escape. You were at the docks late at night, picking up a package that was left at the front shipment of your dad’s fishing business. Once you grabbed the package, you heard a man yelling from the distance.

“Do you understand!” The strong voice boomed throughout the docking area, echoing towards where you stood.

“Where are you going, Sarah?” Rafe says, chasing after his little sister. 

“Sarah” was the only thing you were able to understand. “Sarah!” You drop your package and immediately ran towards the commotion. You quickly reached the main part of the dock, but there was no one there. It was suddenly silent, until you heard water splashing and a gasp for air.

You quickly turn around to find the nearest noise. After jumping over the rope, there you saw Rafe Cameron standing tall as he was drowning Sarah in a container of water. Your adrenaline acted fast, picking up a metal bar you found next to the ropes. Running up to him, you swing the metal bar to his back, causing him to collapse and releasing his grip on Sarah. 

“Oh my god, Sarah!” You quickly pulled her out of the water.

Her lips were turning blue by the second she wasn't responding.

Finally, she gasps for air. Choking on the water she had accidentally swallowed.

“Hey, hey! Are you okay?!” you were painted with concern. She hunches over, while you hit her back to release more of the water.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fin- y/n!” she yells in warning. Rafe was suddenly behind you, grabbing you harshly.

“What are you doing here, y/n.” His voice ran a chill down your spine. 

“Let go of me!” You struggle to escape from his brutal grasp, but that only made him hold on tighter.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

He then drags you away from Sarah, and moved towards the exit. 

“No! Let go of her!” Sarah attempts to run after him, but he turns around and pushes her down, causing her to hit her head on the ground. 

You scream at her unconscious body lying there.

“You think you could just save the day, huh? Everyone wants to save Miss. Sarah Cameron!”

He shoves you into his truck, clicking the child safe locks, as he gets into the drivers seat. 

“Rafe! Let me out! Help!” Your attempt to punch him and bang at the window was no use. Your resistance only made him angrier. Without any warning, Rafe reaches from under his seat and a black rectangular object appears in his hands.

“Stop! Stop!” he yells, you silently cry as his aim was now pointed at your forehead. Salty tears ran down your face, your vision so blurry from all the tears, yet the gun was so clear to see. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna come with me, okay? No more screaming, and no more fighting, or else I will pull the trigger, alright?” 

You were crying so hard that your words were muffled, making it difficult for him to understand you.

“I said, alright!” He shouted, repeating himself. You flinched, immediately clearing your throat. “Yes! Alright!” Your words were laced with fear. Rafe removed the gun away from your head, tucking it back under his seat. He turns on his car and quickly pulls out of the driveway towards the main road. 

Quiet sobs escaped you while Rafe drove you to god knows where. The roads were too dark to make it out, all you heard was ocean waves crashing into the night. You glance at him slightly in hopes of creating some conversation. But he didn’t even flinch, his eyes were fixated on the dark road for about 10 minutes now. You opened your mouth, but you were quick to close it. 

“What is it, y/n?” Rafe says, his eyes still focused on the road. His tone was tense, but it was a bit more calmer than how it was earlier.

You gulped, not sure if anything you ask will get you killed.

 “What are you going to do to me?” You choked out, your voice comes out so little, so weak in comparison to Rafe’s.

He finally looks at you, his bloodshot eyes stares directly at your swollen ones. You weren’t the type to cause any drama. That was JJ’s job. But since everyone on the goddamn island knew how much Rafe Cameron loves to stir shit up, you just never cared to interact with him. Simple as that. Plus, you don’t remember the last time you two had a proper conversation. Rafe was either too coked out or drunk to keep one with you. JJ once made an absurd joke saying how Rafe had given you the “Pogue pass.”

“Pogue pass? you just made that shit up, JJ” you exclaimed. 

“I did not!” he stomped his foot on the ground.

You shoot him a ‘are you serious’ look that he knew all too well. 

“Okay, maybe I did. But listen, I’m right. And you wanna know why I’m right? Because out of all the times that Rafe had tormented us…” JJ’s index finger whirls into a circle and then points directly at you. 

“He made sure that you weren’t there.” 

That made you stop to think for a minute. 

JJ threw another crushed up beer can on the grass as he watches you come to this realization. 

“Give me an example” you said, not fully convinced.

“That time at the movies, you couldn’t go because some Kook family placed a large amount of fish orders that night.” 

“JJ that’s nothing out of the ordinary-”

“Then bam! Rafe and his little Kook minions attacks me, Kiara, and Pope.”

“Okay but-“

“Ah! ah! ah! And there was that other time when our bikes “magically disappeared” on the beach, but the only one left was yours. You had to leave early because you were late for dinner, and what does Rafe do? He picks a fight with John B.”

You placed your hands on your hips.

“Well, maybe he didn’t want some hot pink bike from when I was nine.”

“Doesn’t matter, you still had your bike.” JJ shrugs. “Oh and guess what? You still weren’t there!"

You playfully roll your eyes at JJ's crazy theory. There's no way that Rafe would create a plan to keep you from being involved in his violent activities.

"I’m telling you y/n, Pogue pass, soft spot, pretty privilege, whatever the hell it is! Rafe doesn’t hate you as much as he hates us.”

Now, if only you could tell JJ that Rafe has held you at gunpoint, kidnapped you, and is now going to finish you off…

You would have placed a bet on it.

Rafe ignores your question and just mumbles, “We’ll be there soon.”

Your heart starts to race even faster, you thought of so many possibilities all at once.

Is he going to take you somewhere to finish you off?

Drown you like what he did to Sarah?

Actually pulling the trigger this time?

Panic starts to flood your body and you had to think quick. Now’s the time to act before you reach your final destination.

Running off on adrenaline, you suddenly shot your hand out to grab the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve left and right.

“You monster!”

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing!” Rafe shouts, trying to get a hold of the wheel. But you didn’t let go. You didn’t care if you crashed, as long as he wasn’t going to be the cause of your death. The truck screeched in circles, and the smell of tires burns through your nose. However, Rafe’s grip was stronger. He swats your hand away and now has full control of the wheel. Rafe took a hard break, but the sudden turn made his truck hit a small tree off the side of the highway. The impact wasn’t hard enough for the airbags to inflate, but the front bumper had been damaged. 

“Shit!” Rafe yelled, slamming his hand on the wheel. Now was your chance to escape. You busted the passenger door open, headache pounding as you run side to side of the opposite way of the truck. Dizziness and blurred stars start to form in your vision. You started to visualize your friends waiting for you at the end of the street. Sarah waving and encouraging you to make it towards her. As you run faster to them, you feel your body betray you at the worst moment. Your muscles felt like jelly, making it harder for you to keep up. And before you knew it, you dropped down to the pavement floor. Just like that, the environment around you faded like a black screen. Heavy steps and the sound of loafers rang through your ears. All there was left was the light sensation of your body weight being lifted off the ground from a pair of strong arms. 

💙 ೃ࿔*:･ 💙 ೃ࿔*:･ 💙 ೃ࿔*:･

You passed out without even knowing it. A bump in the road causing you to shoot up from your unconscious body, hoping that all of this was just one big nightmare. A light grey jacket was draped over your shoulders. The jacket's scent consisted of soap and smoke fills your senses, making you realize that it was Rafe who had placed it there while you were out. You curse yourself for being so reckless, who knows what Rafe could’ve done to you while you were out? But as your eyes adjusted to the bright gate lights, there you saw a medium sized blue house, enough to fit a family of 5. It was not as extravagant as Tannyhill, but definitely in better condition than your house back on The Cut. This was probably one of the many beach houses that the Cameron’s own.

Rafe exits the drivers seat, opening your door and pulling you out from your seat. His grey jacket now on the floor. You wince at his cruel way of manhandling you, glaring at him at every chance you could get. He then pulls out a black bandana and tightly wraps it around your eyes. While also grabbing your two hands, and placing them behind your back. Rafe noticed how you stiffened when he tightened the zip ties around your wrists.

“That’s what happens when you make stupid decisions”, He spits out.

You stumble up the patio steps, tripping over your own feet. Rafe opens the front door, pushing you to go in first. He leads you through the house, while your legs were trembling on every step of the staircase.

Before opening the first room that he could find, Rafe stops in the middle of the hallway. He digs for something in his pocket and takes a deep breath. You didn't need your eyes to know what he was doing in that moment.

Guilt starts to creep up on you while you wondered if Sarah was even alive. Yes, you saved her, but at the cost of putting her in danger again. Seeing her body go limp at the docks made you want to cry all over again. You were really hoping someone had found her. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Rafe pulls you the opposite way of where you two were standing at and opens a door. He forces your body onto the firm mattress, making you groan.

“Pl-please, Rafe. I’m so sorry, don’t do this to me. Just let me go, please.” you beg so desperately, not knowing which direction he’s standing in.

His body weight dips onto the mattress when he stalks closer to you. His rough calloused hands shoots out to squeeze your cheeks together, making you form a squishy face. Your body starts to shake, preparing for the worst to come.

"You're lucky I got somewhere to be right now, or else I would've fucked the desperation outta you", he whispers into your ear like it's a secret.

The mattress then felt lighter below you when the sound of the door locking fills the room. Leaving you all alone, and tied up with no indication of when he’s coming back.

part two -> HERE

author's note: soo…😳😳 what do we think?? there will be a part 2! hopefully i have some time to revise it soon bc i’ve been booked😪 but i never thought i’ll be posting this so 🕺🏼 coming out of my shell! cheers to my first fic being posted!🥂

Ξ[summary] You are shown the effects of what happens if you cross your boyfriend's line.

Ξ[word count]: 1k (I'm shoked lol it's so short but long for me)

Ξ[warnings]: Not proofread. This work contains dark themes and elements such as abusive relationships; heavy violence and implied homicide; obsessive behavior, mental issues; abuse; mentions of abduction and drugging; and more. This is dark, so if these warnings trigger you, do not interact. MNDI, for your own safety. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Ξ[note] : Thank you for reading and reblogging. Visit my masterlist and check out my warnings. Asks and new requests are always appreciated. ughhh, this is...concerning. also, for my soulmate in the district of dark art @highonmarvel. დ and a lil' something to @stargirllanaa, if you want to read :((

“Pl-please…Rafe? Rafe, please, d-don’t l-leave me h-here-” you sobbed, struggling against your boyfriend’s rough hands that were trying to secure your wrists together. “Shut up! I need to think-” he hissed, tossing you on the iron floor of the ship. You knew the pogues had got on the boat and they were your only rescue before Rafe would get to take you to a foreign country where you won’t be able to leave him and no one will ever find you, but the problem was that Rafe knew that too. And he didn’t want his plan spoiled by his sister and her stupid “friends”. 

You cried harder when Rafe crouched down next to your shaky form and secured the scratchy rope with zip ties. His hair was falling into his eyes that were constantly darting from your wrists to your face. “Somebody help me-” you cried, your voice barely coming out audible from your aching throat, before Rafe slapped you hard across the face, your head meeting the wall of the tight room he was trying to put you in. “Can you just shut your fucking mouth or should I do it for you? Huh?,” Rafe growled, his heavy breath hitting your burning skin. You gave him a small nod before he got up, looking for something to use as a weapon against nothing else than his own sister and the other kids. “I-I’ll di-die down h-here, Rafe, I can’t…I can’t breathe-” you whispered, the hot and small place choking the hope out of you. Your ribs were met by the kick of his foot, and you bent your body even more to try to keep the pain out. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to play the smart bitch, tryin’ to act like you could fuckin’ leave me.” Flashbacks of his hands dragging you by your hair to the car and drugging you with chloroform, all these just to get you on this boat made you nauseous all over again.

 When he finally found what he was looking for, he shot a last glance at your trembling form then he closed the door after him, leaving you in utter and complete darkness and pain.

The only thing that you could see was the constant flickering of a red light. You did not know what to do, you felt broken. But you had to try something, unless you wanted all your friends, the only people that really cared for you, dead at the hands of the man you alone decided to let in your life. You attempted to control your breathing and just focus.  Had Rafe locked the door? No, he didn't have a key, the ship was massive and there was no chance he had fully explored it. As you struggled to break free from the restraints, they were so tight that they caused your skin to tear.

Ignoring the pain, you searched with your fingertips for anything sharp that could help you escape. Your fingers came across a pointed object, causing an excited squeal to come past your lips. Sliding your wrists against the sharp edge, you eventually heard a slight noise and felt your hands become free.  Tears of relief welled up, ready to spill just as warm blood ran down your hands.

  As you stood up, your vision blurred from the sudden movement, almost causing you to fall again. Bracing yourself with your arms on the wall was efficient, and you managed to push the door open. You sobbed shakily, grateful for this little victory.

The happiness didn’t last because now you had to figure out a way to…find your friends, get off this fucking ship and make it out alive back to Kildare. 

Small droplets of sweat rolled down your forehead and you wiped your face with both of your hands, trying to smooth down your hair and keep it out of your eyes. You took a few small steps, looking around the unknown illuminated surroundings for any signs of Rafe or other men. 

A loud bang made you flinch so hard and you thought that, for a moment, your soul had leapt out of your body. Through the tears blurring your vision you saw your older brother, John B, on the dirty floor, coughing heavily and before you knew it, your terrified sight caught your boyfriend straddling him.

Rafe looked almost like a demon, his pupils so dilated his eyes were coal black, hair stuck to his wet face that was hit by the crimson lights, low growls erupting from his veiny neck. The gun in his hand was constantly hitting your brother’s face, slowly turning him into an unrecognisable bloodied creature.

You felt like your insides had been set on fire, and your feet carried you next to the two men. The tendons in your knees gave up on you, throwing you over your brother’s limp body. You did not care about Rafe anymore, you didn’t care if he’d kill you, you wanted to die right now. “Wh-what are you doing to me…?”, you whispered hoarsely, the pain becoming unbearable all of a sudden. Your ears stung, and your tears mixed with John B’s blood, dripping patiently on the iron floor. Your forehead fell on his chest, and his flimsy, yet comforting arm wrapped weakly around your lower back. Your fingers caressed his cheek, gathering the maroon liquid and tiny pieces of broken skin.

Then, Rafe’s agonizing grip fell on the back of your neck, pulling your sagging, delicate body up with his. If it weren’t for his thick bicep that had wrapped around your waist or his broad chest that was sustaining you from behind, you would have collapsed back, right next to your brother. “You are not leaving me.” Rafe snarled awfully calm in your ear, as if he didn’t just possibly murdered somebody. “Get that in your fuckin’ skull already.”

ꪖꪶꪶ I 𝘴ꫀꫀ Ꭵ𝘴 ᦔꪖ𝘳𝘬ꪀꫀ𝘴𝘴

๛༊ 𝒲ARNINGS: This work contains dark themes such as dv + mentions of; NONCON (rape); heavy violence (on reader and others); mentions of murder; abusive relationship; and possibly more. MNDI, 18+ ; IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MY CONTENT, DO NOT INTERACT.

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๛༊ CATEGORY: A RAFE CAMERON DRABBLE | RAFE'S 𝓜ASTERLIST |

๛༊ MY NOTES: this is the sequel of '𝒜ll ℐ see is ℛed ℒights'. thank you all for reading and giving me so much love, I feel blessed! 🥹 hope you all enjoy this part as well. always, to my sister @highonmarvel , maybe you'd like this as a late night read. Love you forever and always, thank you for inspiring me so much! A lil something for @stargirllanaa, ofc if you wanna read. @ghostbusters6 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING. It did not turn our as violent as I would've wanted---more poetic tbh--- but you can request more and i'll write torture as well. ily and hope you enjoy this.

Would you guys be interested? What characters would you like to see?

I want it to be placed in a 60s-70s old money Italy and in the USA's beachy places and shit, and dark, of course. It'll be dense, I am tellin' you, I am EXCITED. If you wanna be tagged, let me know I guess.

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