𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙞𝙚

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“Oh my gosh rafe!” You screamed into the pillow and gripped onto the newly messed up sheets as he pounded you from the back relentlessly

He wrapped one of his big biceps around your neck, making you roll your eyes so far back you see stars.

“What you like that?”

He grunts low and hot against your ear when you desperately nod and whimper

Then suddenly interrupted by a

Ring, ring, ring

You guys ignore it for a moment

But then you look look over your shoulder to see Rafe reaching over to grab his phone

Arm still around your neck, still pumping in and out of you

he picks it up for it to be topper and kelce

“Yo what’s up”

You did not expect him to answer, but you weren’t surprised. he always put you in awkward situations like this on purpose

He loved seeing how you would react squirming and scrambling to hide,

and that shade of pink your face word turn when embarrassed.

“Yooo rafee what are you doing right now come to-” kelce was rudely interrupted by your cries when rafe hit that sweet spot in you

“Rafe!” You yell a little too loud, immediately shoving your face into the pillow accepting your fate knowing they definitely heard that.

“What was that?” Topper laughs

“I think you know what you heard top” rafe smirks down at the sight of embarrassed little you

“No way dude” topper chuckles

“Don’t believe me?” Rafe says sliding his big cock out of your sloppy cunt.

Without hesitation turning the camera on, Pointing right at the last two cream pies he gave you, leaking and dripping out of your hole

You had no clue he was shamelessly and fully exposing you to topper and kelce

“Ass up.”

You didn’t even think, just did it like it was muscle memory

Finding the strength to get on your elbows and arch your back. Giving him full view and access of your creaming pussy

once again you hear the three of them snickering and mumbling nonsense, but you thought it was best to stay out of their business.

Topper and kelce basically got hard as soon as they heard your moaning voice,

Just imagine how they felt seeing such a private sight of you.

so of course they took advantage of this once in a lifetime moment and screenshot away like there was no tomorrow

You feel his big hands spread your little cheeks apart, thumb running slowly up and down your slit making you shiver.

The icky feeling of both your goo run down your shaky thighs.

“Shit, look at that, ‘s fuckin art”

You can feel the presence of his smirk creeping in

“R-ray? What’s going on..”

“Now that’s how y’ mark a bitch yours”

He ignores you and slaps your plump ass like he’s proud of you, like you’re a trophy

You slowly look over your shoulder, hoping he isn’t doing what you think he’s doing

You see him with the flash on, showing the boys your pussy on full display like your some kind of toy up for sale

“rafe! Stop stop!” You whisper trying to grab his attention

You reach over to grab the blanket from behind you and throw it over your shivering exposed body

but he just grabs it out of your hand and throws it on the floor making you whine his name once more

Rafe then points the camera at your face and you immediately bury your face in pillows

Feeling more embarrassed and exposed than ever

You hear a few chuckles then a

“Yo y/n”

“What’s up?”

They say in a slightly flirtatious tone. Rafe knows that, he knows they’ve always had a little crush on you

But he knows they’d never be stupid enough to go too far. so why not tease them and show them what they can’t have,

But that’s also partially why he answered. To show them you’re claimed and the things you let him do to you

“H-hi” you say shyly looking back at the phone just wanting to evaporate right then and there

“Rafe you lucky bastard” kelce mutters as topper raises his eyebrows nodding in agreement

“Damn right i am” he smirks Kissing a trail up your spine then flipping you over onto your back making you giggle

They say their “catch y’ laters” and whatever

-you let out a huge sigh finally feeling freedom

“But Rafe why’d you show them that?” You cross your arms looking up at him

“Should be proud, you know how bad they want you?”

“Just showing them you’re mine. aren’t you?,”

You desperately desperately like a little puppy

He thinks it’s adorable how desperate you are for him, giving you a little peck on the forehead

PRINCESS PARKING LOT

sugar!daddy!rafe x younger!reader

WARNINGS: toxic sugar daddy dynamics, power imbalance, possessiveness, controlling behavior, ownership kink, oral sex (while driving) degradation, dubcon undertones, sexism from rafe, mild pain play, reader is very much finically dependent on rafe (pls never depend on a man for money) and age gap

AUTHORS NOTE: this is a dark fic!! minors do not interact, and if you do i will block you

you trail behind rafe through the crowded mall, arms already aching from the weight of the bags he’s made you carry. dior, chanel, ysl—he doesn’t even look at the price tags anymore, just tosses his black card at whoever’s behind the counter and tells them to make it quick. it’s black friday, but the chaos barely touches him. people part when they see him coming, all sharp jaw and expensive coat, that quiet kind of scary that makes security nod instead of ask questions.

“keep up,” he mutters, not turning around. his hand finds the back of your neck, fingers curling possessive under your hair, steering you like you’re something he owns. you are. that’s the deal.

he stops dead in front of agent provocateur, eyes flicking over the mannequins in lace and straps. “you’re getting everything in here,” he says, voice low. “and you’re gonna model it for me later. slowly.”

your stomach flips. “rafe, people can—”

“i don’t give a fuck what people can do.” he finally looks at you, blue eyes cold. “you wanted to be taken care of, yeah? this is it. you wear what i buy, you walk where i walk, you open your legs when i say. that’s the arrangement, sweetheart.”

he says it quiet enough that no one around hears, but it still burns. you nod anyway, small and quick, because the alternative is him walking away and taking the cards, the apartment, the clothes, all of it with him. and you hate how fast you got used to not worrying about rent.

inside the store he sits like a king on the velvet bench, legs spread, watching you get passed lingerie set after set by the nervous salesgirl. every time you step out of the curtain he tilts his head, drags his gaze over you slow, then either nods or flicks two fingers: next. no smile. no “you look pretty.” just ownership.

when you hesitate on a set that’s basically strings, he leans forward. “you think i pay for shy? put it on.”

you do.

an hour later you’re loaded with pink bags, legs shaking a little from the heels he made you wear out of the last store. he finally stops at some overpriced jewelry counter, picks up a thin gold anklet with a tiny “R” charm dangling from it.

“this one,” he tells the guy, not asking your opinion. “and engrave the inside. property of rc. small.”

your face goes hot. “rafe—”

he turns, slow, crowding you against the glass case. “you don’t like my name on you? that a problem?” his thumb presses into your wrist, hard enough to bruise tomorrow. “because i can take all this shit back right now. leave you in the food court with your little target coat from last year. that what you want?”

you swallow. “no.”

“didn’t think so.” he smiles then, small and mean, and kisses your forehead like you’re a kid who just learned a lesson. “good girl.”

he clips the anklet on you himself in the middle of the damn mall, crouching down, fingers rough against your skin. when he stands he doesn’t let go of your ankle right away—just holds it, thumb brushing the fresh gold.

“now everyone knows,” he says, quiet. “even if they can’t read it.”

you spend the rest of the day following him from store to store, bags cutting into your fingers, his hand slipping under your skirt in elevators just because he can. by the time the sun goes down you’re exhausted, feet bleeding in the new louboutins, but he’s finally satisfied.

in the parking lot he opens the trunk of the range rover, tosses everything in like it’s nothing. then he pins you against the cold metal, mouth at your ear.

“you did good today,” he murmurs, almost soft. “your gonna give me somethin’ in return, baby?”

you nod against his shoulder, the “R” on your ankle catching the streetlight.

“words, baby.”

“yes, daddy,” you whisper.

he hums, pleased, and he shoves you into the back seat first, climbs in after, and slams the door so hard the car rocks. tinted windows turn the parking-lot lights into smears of orange. you’re still catching your breath when he fists the front of your little skirt, yanks you across the leather until you’re straddling his lap.

“been hard since you walked out in that last set,” he mutters, already undoing his belt with one hand. the clink of metal is loud in the quiet. “get on your knees.”

there’s barely room, but you make it work, sliding down between the seats, knees digging into the carpet. he doesn’t help, just watches you with that lazy, entitled stare while he pulls himself out. thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip like he’s been thinking about this for hours.

you wrap your fingers around him and he exhales through his nose, head tipping back against the headrest.

“no teasing,” he warns, voice rough. “you know what i want.”

you do. you lean in, take him as deep as you can on the first go, cheeks hollowing. he groans low, hips twitching, then threads his fingers through your hair—not gentle, but not brutal either. just holding you there while you work him, tongue flat against the underside, spit already slicking your chin.

the car’s still in park, engine rumbling. he thumbs the start button with his free hand, shifts into drive like it’s nothing, one palm on the wheel, the other guiding your head. you feel the rover roll forward, tires crunching over the speed bumps, and your stomach flips.

“keep going,” he says, casual as ever, merging into traffic. “red light in thirty seconds. better make me come before it turns green.”

it’s insane. people in the next lane could look over. but his grip tightens, forcing you lower, and you stop thinking. just the taste of him, the way he fills your mouth, the little grunt he lets out every time you swallow around him.

he drives one-handed, knuckles white, breathing getting jagged. you can feel him swelling, getting close, and he starts muttering filth under his breath—how good your throat feels, how you were made for this, how every girl in that mall wished they were you right now.

the light ahead flips to yellow.

“fuck—now, baby—”

you take him all the way down, nose pressed to his pelvis, and he comes hard, hips jerking, spilling hot and thick while the car idles at the red. his hand in your hair goes soft, almost petting, thumb rubbing messy circles at your scalp while he rides it out.

when he’s done he tucks himself away, zips up, then hauls you up by the armpits like you weigh nothing. you’re a mess—lips swollen, mascara smudged—and he just looks at you for a second, something unreadable in his eyes.

“c’mere,” he says, quieter.

you crawl into his lap again, shaky, and he surprises you by pulling you against his chest. one big hand cups the back of your head, the other sliding under your skirt to rub slow at the small of your back. almost… gentle.

“did good today,” he murmurs into your hair. “real fuckin’ good.”

the light turns green. he drives with you still in his lap, one arm locked around your waist like a seatbelt, city lights streaking across the windshield.

when you get to the house he carries you inside himself, bags abandoned in the trunk for tomorrow. kicks the bedroom door shut, lays you on the bed like you’re something breakable all of a sudden.

he peels the ruined louboutins off your feet, thumbs the blisters, then crawls up over you. kisses your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—soft, slow, nothing like the mall, nothing like the car.

“you sore?” he asks, voice low.

you nod, throat raw.

he hums, reaches for the nightstand, pulls out that same stupid-expensive balm he bought you last month. warms it between his palms before rubbing it into your feet, your ankles, the little “R” charm cool against his fingers.

“my girl,” he says, almost to himself. “did everything i asked. proud of you.”

it’s the closest he ever gets to sweet. you close your eyes, let him take care of you for once, the ache between your legs already starting again because even when he’s soft like this, you know tomorrow he’ll put you right back in your place.

and you’ll let him.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: MDNI! 18+, language, smut, p in v, fingering, cnc? (does it without full coherent consent?) rafe kinda takes advantage of reader, slight exhibition risk, mention of head (m receiving) mean!rafe towards the end, lots of dirty talk, slight daddy kink, slapping, slight mention of neglect, divorce, bourbon + weed

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: innocent!reader visits the cameron’s, as she does weekly, with her parents. but this time as she confides in the eldest cameron child and her best friend, rafe over her parents failing marriage, he attempts to comfort you…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: quick little mssg before you read this is my first ever fic i’ve wrote so im so so sorry if it’s absolutely awful! also please request other stuff for me to write! enjoy angels! 💐🪽🧸

you and rafe were inseparable.

still are.

since the early age of four in he’s been following you around like a lost puppy. constantly trying to get your attention, the poor boy. you often saw his constant need and struggle for someone to just care for him as an affect of his asshole of a father mainly bringing him up.

your parents just somehow managed to strengthen your bond with him by becoming closer to one another themselves. during your childhood and with rafe, your parents obviously drifted closer by spending practically every weekend together. of course they would, naturally. both your mother and his step mother, rose, are wealthy, snobby women of the upper side in the outer banks. and your fathers? please. they could be brothers.

ward cameron, business fiend and dickhead supreme, clearly is best suited to become bourbon drinking buddies with your father. every tuesday, thursday and saturday without a doubt your father is “invited” over to the cameron household. therefore meaning you and your mother have to come too.

now after years of these years and many similar nights, you don’t mind. i mean, you are visiting your little rafe…

knock knock knock

“darling i’m sure ward will love your bourbon you brought don’t worry dear” standing on the cameron manor porch, your mother attempts to reassure and calm your father by pressing a haste kiss to his stubbly cheek. smoothing down his suit, she shuffles backwards as he scoffs and glares at her.

“why wouldn’t he maria?! it’s bourbon from fucking germany, the best bourbon making country in the goddamn world.” father sighs, agitated once again. muttering something about her being a stupid woman. you stand there, behind them both. watching mother, her long, recently blown out hair floating in the wind, revealing the open back of her pastel blue sundress. and watching father too. his broad shoulders filling most of the imposing cameron manor front door’s frame. his grey suit reflecting him beautifully. bland and fucking boring. your hands start twisting with your silver bracelets and small golden rings as you try to become invisible. as you try to keep out of your parents fraying marriage and their ongoing petty arguments once again.

the door swings open.

rose cameron stands there, rafes step mother. her short blonde hair is recently bleached and shoved behind her ears. flaunting her iridescent mauve jumpsuit and boisterous, awfully chunky gold necklace. she paints a firm smile onto her matching mauve lips and pushes her hair even further behind her ears. the glow of the metal of the bangles on her wrist catch the setting evening sun and flash into your eyes, blinding you for a second.

“maria! damien! welcome!” she reaches forward and pecks your mother’s cheeks swiftly, peering over her shoulder at you in slight disgust. “i see you all made it fine! me and ward were awfully worried about the god awful weather in paris stopping you from flying home from france… he would be horrified if he missed his bourbon drinking date” rose smiles, her cheeks plastered with foundation, rising like cakes being baked. “oh silly me- come in come in! we have so much to talk about maria.. i mean we have to plan midsummers and the food and outfits- oh and damien, you know where ward is” she lets out a sharp chuckle and beams brightly. rose doesn’t even bother you a second glance as she ushers your parents inside, leaving you standing on the porch. the soft breeze playing with your hair.

what a bitch.. you sigh, your shoulders drooping. rafe must be upstairs like always.

you slide into the manor. quiet, invisible one again. pressing the grand double doors shut and starting to trail up the winding staircase.

after a moment climbing up the spiralling stairs and scurrying across the landing, you stop outside rafe’s door.

knock knock knock

“rafey? it’s me?” you murmur to the door, praying he’s inside.

a moment.

the door pulls open.

inside? stands rafe, low slung grey sweatpants, gold chain around his neck, red bull can in hand.

his room? you peek inside, well you try to. it’s mostly dark. all his blinds are shut, and the only light, apart from the glow of his flatscreen tv opposite his bed is crawling underneath his curtains. the hum of some faint song by someone like chase atlantic or the weeknd dances around the room and the faint smell of weed and aftershave wraps around you, embracing you into a warm, familiar hug.

“doll- i- hey” he smirks, before snatching your wrist and pulling you into his den.

he plops onto the crimson velvet couch at the end of his king size bed before drawing a blunt out of his pocket and dropping his empty red bull can onto the floor with a clatter.

holding the not lit blunt in his teeth, he grabs one of the stray hoodies laying on his floor before pulling it over his head. he flickers his lighter, pulled from his pocket and lights the blunt. takes an inhale and blows out a small cloud of smoke. “cmon bun” grinning ear to ear, he pats his thigh “sit, you know i don’t bite”

you giggle, a sweet melodic tune that dances throughout rafe’s brain.

fuckk…. he thinks..

he drags a rough hand over his face, making some attempt to clean his impure brain of the image of you on your knees in between his thighs with his thick cock wrapped around your pretty pink lips.

you toe off your polished black mary jane’s, leaving them by his bedroom door before pushing it shut quietly. you scuttle over, slipping and sliding all over his recently waxed hardwood floor with your pale pink frilly socks covering your small feet.

he smirks again.. this sweet, sweet girl.

“hi rafey” you murmur whilst you plop onto his lap with a faint thud.

“miss’d you bunny” he immediately lets his hands wander over your waist and he pulls you up so you’re laying back onto his chest as he grabs his playstation controller before starting to play his game. some fighting game no doubt.

“me too rafey..” you coo “im sorry i went away for so long.. france was boring, mom just wanted to drink and dad just wanted to scream at her..im here now though” you say before offering him a weak smile.

“oh bun.. they still rocky?” he hums, pressing you into his side more.

“mhm..i- uh- heard them yelling over some papers the other night too when i was trying to sleep.. its all going wrong rafey i’ve wanted to speak to you for ages but-” you mumble, turning your head so you can bury your lightly dolled up face into his bare bicep.

“oh pretty..” he sighs, stroking your hair like a puppy’s soft fur coat “it’ll be for the best if they divorce hm? yeah?”

“yeah.. you’re right.. i mean at least i might be able to at least sleep then? right?” trying to laugh at your own joke, you press your face further into his arm, turning slightly more so you can lay on his chest better.

“mh yeah good girl.. you can move in with me too if you want when i get my own place later this year hm? jus’ us two in a big house while i finish college yeah?”

“yeah.. uh- i’d like that… yeah..” you whimper. a tear. two tears. three. four. a stream. a river.

“shi- no no bunny don’t cry.. shh… sh..”

sobbing, you grasp his neck and cry softly into his shoulder.

blubbering uselessly, you try to form some coherent thought “b-but- m…m-my d-dad-d-daddy! n-no l…li-like me”

“don’t stress bun.. yeah? fuck your dad. that’s what i say.” he cradles your head, his golden rings that adorn each finger glint in the glow of his tv and his fingers rake through your hair, the playstation controller forgotten. “i can be your daddy for all you care bun.. let rafey care for you.. let me help you.. please pretty girl” he whines pathetically.

you nod mindlessly whilst continuing to whimper and sniffle into his chest.

you don’t even notice he’s manage to hike your baby pink floral print sundress dress up to your waist until his thick golden brown fingers dance along your inner thigh, trickling into your panties quietly.

“shh.. rafe’s got you bun.. focus on me hm?” you can almost hear the smugness melting off his tongue and into his speech, bastard.

you look down at your thighs, expecting to just see his hand squeezing and kneading the flesh. oh-! shit. when did he take my underwear off-.

a pinch, a stoke of your little nub. “r-rafe!”

“you like tha’ hm? shh.. shh.. dry those eyes babygirl.. no crying for rafe”

a finger.. or is it three? press inside of you suddenly.

“mh!” you whine like a needy puppy, for a different reason this time. not crying over your stupid parents, but your best friend.

“sh.” he hisses “keep quiet now, wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out their precious girl is being finger fucked by her best friend now would we?”

you shake your head, frantic. “n-no…”

“good girl.. open wide for rafe now” he taps your sealed lips with his cum slicked index and middle finger before forcing your soaked through pink lace panties into your waiting mouth. his fingers slide back down to your puffy folds and little hole, that’s currently clenching on air. trailing his middle finger down from your clit, he thrusts it in. the contrast of the cool metal of the ring on his finger and the warmness of your walls making you sharply inhale.

squelch squelch squelch

the wet, grotesque squelching sounds of his sound fingers thrusting into you and spreading your wetness around your folds fill the air.

another finger presses into your hole. roughly curling around the point, that fills your vision with stars and black, he found so well. so quickly.

eyes rolling back, you buck your hips, frantic. humping his hand, you groan. silently begging and pleading for permission to come.

“nuh uh, too soon bun.. i’ve not even got my cock out yet and you want to squirt all over my fingers?” he scoffs “pathetic slut” he spits at you, and a firm slap is delivered meanly to your pulsing folds making you jump.

suddenly, you’re not on his lap. you’re bent over the arm of the crimson couch, the plush velvet digging into your knees as rafe rams his mean cock into your folds from behind.

“uh-mh-mm!” you whine and squirm, pleading for more friction.

“if i knew you were this much of a slut my dick wouldn’t have left this tight cunt in years…” he pants, breathing heavily. “take it- mh.. some best friend you are” he chuckles as he bullies his cock into you, the angry red tip prodding your cervix, inching you closer to your orgasm every thrust. his balls burying into the curve of your plump ass. “oh bun- she’s just swallowing me whole.. greedy hole gripping my cock so well, taking rafey so well hm?”

despite his roughness, rafe continues to stroke your hair somehow comfortingly, tugging every few moments as the odd ring on his finger gets stuck in your locks.

“see bun? it’s okay, you’ve got me, fuck your parents yeah? jus’ need- m..me… rafe” he groans as he gets closer to his climax.

“god i’ve been waiting to do this for years..” he murmurs as he leans down to nibble your shoulder as he continues to ram into you unrelentingly, the wet sounds now more violent and vicious.

sub!rafe x fem!reader

rafe cameron was a nightmare.

at school, he made sure you knew it.

he was relentless—tripping you in the hallway, knocking your books out of your hands just to watch you sigh in frustration, leaning down to whisper something cruel in your ear while his friends laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. he’d smirk, watching you with those sharp blue eyes, waiting for a reaction.

"what's wrong, princess?" he’d taunt, all mock sympathy. "thought you could handle me."

he was unbearable. arrogant. a menace.

but at home?

at home, he was yours.

on his knees, forehead resting against your thigh, hands gripping at your legs like he was praying at an altar. like he wasn’t the same boy who spent his days tormenting you.

"please," rafe rasped, voice wrecked, hands sliding up your thighs like he needed to hold onto you. "please, baby, don't be mad. i need you."

you scoffed, tilting his chin up with two fingers, making him meet your gaze. his eyes were wide, pleading, so desperate it almost made you laugh.

"you’re mean to me at school," you said, voice light, almost teasing. "why should i be nice to you now?"

rafe swallowed hard, licking his lips like he was trying to find the right words. "you don’t get it," he said, shaking his head. "i gotta keep a reputation somehow."

you hummed, dragging your fingers through his hair before giving it a sharp tug, making him whimper. "is that right?"

"yeah," he breathed, nodding quickly. "but you—fuck, you know it’s not like that. not really. i worship you, baby. you’re everything."

his hands tightened on your thighs, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, eyes flicking between yours like he was searching for mercy.

"then prove it," you murmured, watching the way he melted at your voice.

"i will," he promised, nodding so fast it was pathetic. "anything."

you smirked, pressing a thumb against his bottom lip, watching the way he parted his mouth, obedient, waiting.

"open up," you commanded.

rafe obeyed instantly, tongue flicking out, pupils blown wide with need. you leaned in close, letting spit drip from your lips into his waiting mouth.

he moaned. actually moaned. eyes fluttering shut like it was the best thing he’d ever been given.

"good boy," you murmured, running a hand through his hair again, this time softer.

rafe exhaled shakily, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen, and when he looked up at you again, it was with pure devotion.

"see?" he whispered, voice raw. "i belong to you."

you hummed, dragging your fingers through his hair again before tugging him up, forcing him to his feet. his breath hitched, body pressed against yours, his hands hesitant like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch.

"you’re gonna stop being mean to me at school," you murmured, tilting your head, fingers tracing down the line of his jaw.

rafe swallowed hard. "baby—"

"or i won’t touch you again," you warned, watching his face fall in an instant.

"no—fuck, i’ll be good," he promised, nodding so fast it was pathetic. "i swear, i just—please, baby, i need you."

you smirked, gripping his jaw, pulling him down until your lips were barely brushing his. "prove it."

he crashed his lips against yours, desperate, needy, like he’d been starving for you. his hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss like he couldn’t stand the thought of any space between you.

he kissed you like he had something to make up for. like he was trying to replace every cruel word, every shove in the hallway, every cocky smirk with the way he moaned against your lips, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held onto you.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he whimpered, hips stuttering forward, pressing even closer.

"please," he murmured between kisses, lips moving desperately against yours. "please, baby, tell me you forgive me."

you smirked against his mouth. "are you gonna behave?"

"yes," he breathed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck. "i’ll be so good, baby. promise."

you sighed, dragging your nails lightly down his back, and he shivered. "fine. i forgive you."

rafe groaned, arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let go. "thank you, thank you," he murmured, lips pressing against every inch of skin he could reach.

you rolled your eyes, shoving him back onto the bed. he let out a little yelp before you climbed on top of him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your chest.

"’m sorry," he mumbled again, voice muffled against your skin. "you’re so soft, baby. let me stay here forever."

you laughed, fingers threading through his hair. "needy," you teased.

rafe hummed, nuzzling closer, lips pressing against the swell of your chest. "only for you," he whispered, voice soft, content.

mira’s 1k special !

nsfw links under the cut

cw ; cnc , fauxcest , roughness , etc

₊˚๑ 18+ mdni, tw gross mean rafe, exhibitionism pt.2

You were looking for your lip gloss. It had rolled under the couch in Rafe’s beach house, and he and his friends were outside on the back patio. Loud, cocky voices drifting in through the open sliding door.

You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. Not really.

Until you heard your name.

“…Man, she’s like… I don’t even know,” Rafe’s voice, low and sharp like a knife. “All pink, perfume, always actin’ all sweet. But the second I get her alone?”

Drunken laughs raid the patio.

“Swear to God,” he continued, tone cocky and too damn proud, “she goes from baby voice to begging real quick. She plays innocent, but she loves it when I ruin her makeup.”

"Rafey, call me a slut." He mocks you in a high-pitched tone, deliberately waving his hands around. Your heart stopped. You froze on your knees behind the couch, lip gloss forgotten.

Another guy whistled. “She looks like she couldn’t even handle a real man.”

Summary: manhater!reader is down to tutor rafe if he takes her virginity after.

Warnings: NSFW (smut), virgin!reader, enemies with benefits?, power play, size kink, library sex, dubcon-ish tension, mean!rafe, light degradation, sexual tension, p in v

MLIST, part two

warnings : daddy issues/kink. slight of rafe having a god complex. smut. sick love/obssession/behavior. age gap. size kink. gunplay. spit. mean!dark!rafe. mentions of kidnapping/murdering. dark content. be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i think a lot about rafe having a god complex. and the way it could fix him to have a girl who cherish him and love him like he's just the only one. as the same i think a lot of rafe being a cult!leader with a sweet lamb. anyways, enjoy !

you knew you weren't allowed to touch his gun, but you couldn't pretend that the forbidden rules didn't excite you either. the proof being that you were still with rafe even though he had kidnapped you. you had found the glock in the drawer, and now you were having fun with it to the point where you hadn't heard your jailer come home. you were too captivated by the handgun to pay attention to that.

“ will you teach me how to shoot ? ” you asked in a soft tone.

“ obviously not. but i can swear to you that if you don't put the gun right in my hand in a second, i will show you how i use it. especially on a little tiny thing like you. now stop playing and give it to me, sugardoll. i already told you to not get on my nerves. ”

“ are you a serial killer or something ? ” you said to him, not aware about his job.

“ no obviously, i'm a babysitter. see ? how well i care about little silly girls ? ” he answered with the most sarcastic tone. “ i think you already know what i am, but you like playing dumb. because you're desperate for my attention. you need me to explain things, to satisfy your need of validation. that's right ? ”

he moved from his place, and placed himself behind you, your small body caged against his bigger size. you could feel all the pressure of his strength on you, and you started to shiver when his breath came near to your ears.

“ since you want to play with daddy's gun so bad, i'm willing to give you what you want. ”

“ no, i don't want to play anymore ! ”

“ oh i'm afraid to tell it's too easy like that, sugar. the game doesn't stop when you decide. the game stops when i’m done playing. got it ? nod your head if you got it.”

you really started to be his doll, accepting to nod whenever he wants, to use you whenever he feels the need, to move whenever he decides. when you nodded your head, giving him a little look, he grabbed the gun.

“ you will kill me ? don't, i can be good ! ”

“ you can ? no, you will. choose your words better, sugardoll. why are you crying right now ? the worse it yet to come actually. now, open that pretty mouth of yours. ”

you refused, shaking your head. you were terrified that he would kill you.

“ i said open it. if i have to repeat it, i swear that i will snap dry this gun further in your cunt, and everytime a sound will come out your mouth, pushing it deeper inside. do you understand me ? now, don't you want to be a baby sugardoll, full of kindness and sweetness ? show me how sweet and pretty you are for me. and listen to me. ”

with tears on your cheeks, you slowly opened your mouth. you could feel rafe’s smile against your neck. you were so submissive, the perfect victim. he had chosen you well the day he saw you. like a true serial killer, he never missed his prey.

“ this is why you call me sugardoll ? ”

“ see ? i'm good enough to give you a nickname. ”

it was sick but you smiled, you felt like you were special in his eyes. maybe rafe had a collection of little dolls but you felt unique.

“ don't kill me. i'm begging you. ”

“ fuck, you don't know how hard you make me when you're desperate like that. but trust me, i will make you see soon how good you make me feel. it will be your reward for being this sweet for me, sugardoll.”

he spread your legs, holding them wide with his strong hand covering your trembling thigh while his other hand brought the front of the gun down onto your skin. passing the coldness of steel across your tummy, while you shivered at the thought of dying. when he got to your underwear. you had heard his smirk.

"oh sure, you don't want to die. you want to be fucked. it's so wet here, i could stick the gun in without even preparing you, it would slide off so easily.” his mocked tone made you yelp.

“ i'm not controlling myself ! ”

“ and you don't need too. let me take care of you. keep your mouth open. i will put my gun in. ”

“ i can't do this ! it seems very dangerous…”

“ then suck it well, sugar. especially, if you don't want me to empty the gun on your gorgeous throat. ” he warned you, while pressing his lips on your neck. it was not a kiss, but you were so soft for this little touch. you wanted to please him, to see him proud of you.

he rushed the pistol between your wet plump lips, and you almost choked on it. “ be careful, doll, daddy's gun it's loaded. ” he said with a smile that made your tears even saltier.

while you had started to do your job, his fingers were lightly pressed on the surface, fiddled with the trigger. he loved seeing your petrified eyes, he loved feeling your blood freeze inside your veins, the way you resembled a frightened and helpless animal. you were defenseless and he had no limits.

you lapped at the cold metal at first, your tongue rolling over the barrel, swirling like a needy pet, and licking every bit of the object. you didn't waste anything, moistening the weapon with your own spit, some trails dripped down your tits. rafe had pushed the gun farther, almost into your throat. you choked, a trail of saliva raining over your jaw.

there was nothing amusing about it, but he found it fun. you sucked like your life depended on it even though let's be honest, it did. you moved back and forth quickly, rushed every movement with a softly sloppy gasp. he loved, no he adored the view of your ruined face and your mouth stuffed by the cold weapon. your great job made his dick painfully hard. you could feel the gun under your tongue, and the way it abused you. you drooled, a batch of saliva engulfing one side of the charger.

“ slow down, sugardoll, you're about to melt. ”

you felt dirty for being turned on by something so humiliating, the way you were pathetic for every single thing he introduced you to. it was as if he knew what you wanted, and how to exploit it. he could destroy you as well as shape you. you were nothing but the doll he wanted to play with. he knew more than anyone how to make you feel good. he knew well how to play with his toys.

you were killing him slowly with the way you were going about it, your pink tongue tickling the barrel, your mouth swallowing the entirety of his gun. every inch moved in and out of your parted lips. you lost count of the number of times you almost choked to the point you could throw up, you did your best.

the cold air of the room hit the soaked fabric of your underwear. it had gotten so wet down there.

you tried to focus on this dangerous game but you saw his bulge growing, his crotch distorting his pants.

“ keep sucking, i'm not done. ”

“ but ..."

he ignored you and took off his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. the next minute he was inside you, completely buried to the point where you could feel him all the way to your stomach. you salivated on the handgun, making a rain all over it.

as he filled you up, his thick cock abusing your tight pussy, the position was totally different, you were lying there, still the gun in your mouth, but now he was fucking you. his eyes were on you, and you could feel that motivating him even more to pounded you. your juices pooled on the surface the deeper he went. the slobber gathered around the metal. he rushed away your tears with his thumb.

“ stop whining, sugardoll. you can't cry when daddy takes you so well. ”

you really wanted to listen to him but it was too much for you. you were full of tears and they constantly wanted to come out, even when you felt good. but it was like the more you cried, the more he bullied your pussy, and by that, giving you more reasons to whine.

“ jesus, i'm pretty sure that you really like that gun in your mouth. ” he said with a firm thrust that made you squirm, your eyes wettering as the sentence. “ you like being this pathetic ? don't worry, i got you, i'm not judging you, but don't mind if i take advantage of it ? of course, you don't mind. you love being this sick, you're just a needy freak. ”

he pulled out before putting it back in you, inched himself deeper and deeper, letting you breathless. he was more rough this time, his fat length stretching you wider. his hips slammed your skin, his sweaty balls slapping you in motion. you nodded your head, your loud moans echoed in the empty room. his heavy hand on your tiny throat, pressuring it every time your walls tighten him.

his big other hand squeezing your small waist, as your core wrapped him harder. “ see ? daddy's making you a new home, right now. ”

his breath was heavy and short, the sweat of his body pressed against yours, while you were about to explode, so close to the orgasm. you were crying even more. and he covered your mouth with his large palm. he hitted the right spot again and again, without a break. you reached the second orgasm quickly, and you waited for him to explode at his turn. but he was taking his time on purpose. he obviously liked to abuse this little cunt of yours, wrecking like it was nothing your cervix. he glared at your glistening eyes with a proud face, while hurting your sloppy cunt. “ be patient, sugar. it's a matter of time but daddy will make you melt, and you will make a big mess on his dick to show how grateful you are ? ”

you didn’t answered, even when he released your mouth from his hands, because of the overheating.

“ you better answer because i can go to the next round. ”

“ yes .. yes !! ”

“ you're so naive, sugar. trusting me this easy, it's your own fault if old men like me use you. like did you really think we will not go on another round ? i'm about to make you dumb. not only your brain, your pussy, all of you. after this, you will not be able to think, to talk and even to walk. ”

your tears made him cum, and you let out a noisy and desperate whimper. “ it's sad for you that i'm the only god you can pray for, because i'm going to ignore all your prayers, making you on your knees every time for nothing more than my own good. sweet lamb, i'm such an uncaring god. but you can't hate on me, even a little, such a pretty precious thing you are. ”

“ why ? ” was the only word that came out of your mouth.

in fact, you were a little sad about this, because you wished that he cared a bit, even an hint about you.

“ nobody deserve you like i do. nobody deserve to touch you, or put an eyes on you, no one. you're just mine, and i need you to understand that clearly. do you got it ? do you even understand what i mean ? i will never let someone have you. never. ”

“ i really love you. ”

“ not only you love me, sugardoll. you adore me, you cherish me, you can't breath without me. do you understand ? how trapped i made you.”

“ bu…”

“ quit crying. you wanted this, you begged for. ”

“ i thought you only wanted to kill me ! ”

“if i wanted to kill you, it would already be done. i don't mind having blood in my hands, i'm a killer after all. but yours, i promise, i would never dream of, sugardoll. ”

it was very sick. but his words made you smile.

“ i want to hug you ! ”

“ don't make me regret my words. i still can choke you to death. ”

“ can i ask a question ? ”

“ jesus, if you don't yap more than a thousandth time each day, you're dead or what ? i swear, tell me your question, but choose it carefully because it will be the last. so, use your dumby brain very well. ”

“ i just wanted to know…if it's the first time you do this with one of your victims ? ”

“ why do you want to know ? ”

“ you need to answer ! ”

“ and you need to mind your own business. ”

“ i asked you a question ! it's not fair if you don't answer it ? ”

“ you better not try to raise your voice at me because i can shout, and trust me, the tears i will bring in your face will not be that pretty. ”

“ you're still mean to me…nothing has changed. ”

“ and you're still annoying. yes, nothing has changed.”

and you smiled at him, your sweet eyes melted on his unhichanged look.

“ someday i know you will love me too ! ”

“ bold to have faith, better to work on it, sugardoll. ”

you gave him a sweet look, even if he was grumpy, you wanted him.