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idk if you write for naoya but i have an idea...maybe darling is like maki but actually weak and naoya bullies and takes advantage of them?
love your work btw!! <3
JJK ! IMAGINE
Zenin Naoya x maid ! darling
TW: yandere, mentions of abuse, bullying
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Proposal Gift
Sharp hazel eyes follow you in your innocence, narrowing while he judges – concluding once again, as he’d done before, that there really isn’t a single cursed bone in you – only a humble body of warm squeezable flesh and a heart he bets is all too easy to break.
You’ve always been like that. Quick to smile and quick to cry. A bundle of emotions unfit to be raised in such a ruthless clan.
He’s a few years older than you and remembers well what a weak constitution you’ve always had. Anyone could see it, and everyone knew it from the moment you were born – you were never going to amount to much.
He used to find your weakness quite disgusting – used to push your face into the gravel until snot and tears would wet the dirt in a pitiful puddle – with his foot pressed down between your shoulder blades – sometimes until hearing a pop and shriek loud enough to echo off the walls. With words cutting even deeper – telling you what a curse you were, born so weak and so useless – a stain on the great Zenin name.
But now that you’ve grown up, he bites his tongue – silently watching with a strange type of lusty entitlement forming in his gut…
He’s only been away on a mission for a handful of months – who’d have known he’d come back to see you grown into something so… precious.
You’re the prettiest out of the maids – the cutest one too, and undoubtedly the sweetest as well. Walking about the garden where you have most of your chores – watering plants in the sun and picking herbs for healing. You’re quiet and graceful, taking slow steps in your plank shoes that knock softly on the tiles where you peacefully wade through the maze in a pretty flower-patterned yukata.
You look nothing like the snot-nosed brat he’d left in the dirt. You have a swell of breasts now and a feminine face wiped clean of soot – painted with pretty red on your lips and fresh blue on your eyes.
You’re a lady now.
And while your weakness used to disgust him, he’s now realizing what a blessing it is instead. Smirking the more he glares at you – now sitting on a bench in the shade doing some hand stitching, knowing no ill will – he understands he’s quite lucky you turned out such a fragile little thing.
“Naoya-sama-” You spluttered, eyes widening into big round glass orbs.
Jumping to your feet, you nearly threw your needlework down on the bench before folding your fingers together and bowing – much lower than necessary – with a rush that could only be excused with fear.
You hadn’t known he was back yet and felt the surprise like a vice grip wrapped tight around your throat.
Swallowing thickly, you made your excuse while maintaining your bow, praying he’d show you mercy. “Pardon my lack of awareness- I was absorbed in my chores, you see- please forgive me-”
He folded his hands within his pants and raised his chin with a smirk at your spluttering, licking his teeth in enjoyment at your pretty display of courtesy. Eyeing you for a long moment before speaking, mainly to watch you begin to tremble in the wait – cutely dreading the bite of his punishment.
But punishing you wasn't what he was interested in at the moment.
“You’re not in maid robes.” He said instead, ignoring your previous stuttering. His face, jaded with a tone just as callous, aided by that weighty air of authority he always has surrounding him – the one that never fails to make your skin feel raw in the cold.
“Oh-” You fumbled, halting at his lack of anger – wary of the unexpected behavior as it was pretty odd for him not to jump at the opportunity to punish someone like you if and when the chance presented itself.
Though, it wasn’t yet decided he wouldn’t do just that – the way his steely and strangling presence nearly knocked you over with its vicious intensity alone – staring you down sharply with that otherwise smooth hazel.
In return, you had your doe-eyes yielding and down-cast, eying your fabrics with a bite to your lip – trying to keep your voice from shivering while uttering the next line, heat in your cheeks while at it. “These are- uhm- proposal gifts I’ve been asked to wear.”
He snorted at that, and you flinched at the abrasive sound – eyes shifty while eyeing the ground, lowering your head some more, looking down at the paint on your toenails instead.
“From whom?” He asked a beat later.
Your brows pinched at his curiosity and how awfully unlike him it was. Naoya-sama had never struck you as the type to make trivial conversation, especially with the likes of you. 
“I’m- uhm- not exactly sure…” You confessed, twiddling your fingers. “You see, Father doesn’t want to confuse me- after all… it’ll be his decision in the end, anyway.” 
You kept your head bowed while explaining, feeling awkward before him. Trying to think of a time when he’d paid any type of regard to you or your life – remembering none.
“B- but my marital status must be of no interest to you, Naoya-sama.” You blurted then, finding it to be a rather strange matter to discuss with him of all people.
But all the man responded with was a slight hum, keeping his gaze on you and the way you timidly glanced up at him only to look away when seeing him stare back. 
Ears burning, you chewed and sucked your lip under his glare, thinking of how badly you’d witness him beating other maids – having needed to treat many a cut and gash and bruise and broken bone he’d left on bodies much smaller than himself – not to mention the ones on your own frail self he’d given you in your youth. 
“Please excuse my arrogance-” Your memory prompted you to gush. “Doing anything but welcome you home from your mission is rude of me- I heard you lead our clan into many victories- you must be very proud.”
You decided to try you r luck charming him instead, hoping it could sway him from the urge to hurt you.
“Or maybe it doesn’t come as a surprise anymore. You’ve always been rather strong, after all.” You continued but choked on it only a second later – spurring with yet another apology on your lips. “That was thoughtless of me to say- you should feel proud either way- please forgive me for my stupid words, Naoya-sama- I fear the heat has gone to my head and made a complete airhead out of me…”
But despite the obvious hints of regret and panic in your draining face, the man gave no indication of even having heard what you’d said until offering your ramble another rather unusually relaxed response.
“It’s true.” He agreed – much to your surprise, where you’d braced your face for a backhand and your stomach for a gut punch. “It’s become boring.” 
You dared glance up at him through the lashes of your bow – only to see his face still as expressionless as always – a type of stone-cold that made the hairs at your nape rise.
“Still… you must be tired from the trip, if not the mission” You softly started in spite of it – hoping to end the conversation soon. “You shouldn’t stay out here in the sun for too long…” You tried, praying he couldn’t see straight through your intentions. “And- uhm- I should really hurry along- help prep supper for you and your soldiers with the other maids.” You excused, once again bowing your head, waiting for his nod of dismissal – ever relieved when he gave it.
You swallowed your tremors, feeling lightheaded and dizzy while offering up whatever type of smile you could muster.
“It was good seeing you, Naoya-sama.” You lied. “Welcome home.”
You bowed yet again, dismissing yourself before turning and leaving him.
He kept his eyes fixed on you despite it. Observing the distressed spring in your step and how it disturbed the former peace you walked the gardens with earlier. 
A smile inched up his face watching it.
You look very nice in his proposal gift.
He looks forward to having you in his bed.
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Pieces of the Night: Starry Eyed
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Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk.
Notes: 3.7k words. This is part 2! smut time party ppl
The next time Rafe sees you is a week before winter break.
He almost doesn’t recognize you. Natural curls cascade down your back, flipping around as you move your body. Unlike Halloween, where you danced playfully, you now grind your hips down to the bass of the song. A tight skirt threatens to expose your ass as you arch your back. His nostrils flare at the sight.
He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he had looked for you at other parties. At the local bars, around campus, and even Instagram. Your account was private but he made sure to follow your roommates since you haven’t accepted his request.
It’s how he found you tonight.
He had been stalking their profiles just to get glimpses of you. And tonight, Louise had tagged you in a picture on her story and he recognized the fireplace mantel where you posed with other girls. He dragged Kelce with him to the apartment because he knew Kelce wouldn’t say shit to him.
All this time, all those weeks between seeing you, Rafe had agonized over why you were stuck in his head. Why he kept picturing your thighs while he fisted his cock. Why each time he fucked someone, your face had been the one he pictured when he came.
Except… he thinks he gets it now as he stares at you.
You were soft.
Soft curves that swept down the slope of your body instead of sharp angles of collar and hip bones. Soft movements, almost calculating but too natural to be. Velvety lips that stretched out to wide grins, eyes delicate with mirth and contentment.
Soft in the way you handled people, in your laughter even when it’s high and cracks. How it would sound as you sighed.
Supple skin dotted with the occasional birthmark. Unmarred landscape made to be marked.
Fluffy hair that should be wrapped tightly around his fist.  
Oh, how he wants to ruin you.
You’re drunker tonight. Head rolling back on your shoulders, a sheen of sweat glistening down your throat. Rafe feels his own bob with a hard swallow, his mouth watering with want. As the song mixes into a different one you lean over to yell something to Louise who nods and continues to dance as you maneuver through the thick crowd.
Rafe follows, struggling to stalk faster as there are too many bodies in this tight space, eyes intent on the back of your head. It disappears as you shut the kitchen door behind you. People try distracting him by their obnoxious greetings, Kelce asking him where he’s going but he ignores them all.  
By the time he makes it out to the back porch, you’re slanting against the railing with another guy. His hand raised up and handing you something. A vape. That the prick probably already smoked. That you were going to put your lips too. He can’t let that happen. So, he calls your name.
You startle but in your drunken state, it's more of a sway, your head tilting up to him.
“Hi! Rafe, right?” You ask innocently.
The fucking audacity of you.
He pulls a tight smile, a hand combing through his sweaty hair. “Yeah.” His eyes slide to the prick still standing too close to you, then back to you. “You smoke now?”
“Only when I’m drunk.”
Your eyes are glazed, heavy-lidded and your body relaxed, unlike last time when you were keyed up and taking care of others. The long sleeves of your top are like a second skin on you, top tucked into that cute little skirt.
“How about a real cigarette then? Hmm?” A sly smirk curls his lips as your eyes lit up.
“Ok!” Your eyes are brought back to the guy that has slowly (smartly) inched back from you. “Never mind Eddie, I’ll just bum off of Rafe.”
You pat Eddie’s chest in what’s supposed to be a nice gesture. All Rafe thinks is that he’ll break your wrist if you do it again.
Rafe slips his tall body next to yours, chest brushing along your shoulder. His knuckles grip the railing behind you, half caging you in as he stares down the poor bastard. You don’t appear to notice the thickening tension, in your own little drunken world, waiting for your cigarette.
Eddie gives a forced chuckle, breaking Rafe’s glare. “Ok, sure. I’ll, um…I’ll see you in lecture.”
Fucking pussy.
You wave your hand as Eddie fleas Rafe’s murderous frown which turns into an easy-go-lucky slip of a smile as you look up at him. Rafe reaches into the front pocket of his button-down and pulls out his pack. Flipping the lid open with one finger, he dips his head down, inching closer to your face, teeth biting the end of a cigarette to pull it out. He flips it in his fingers and holds it out to you. Frustratingly, you shake your head no.
“I can’t smoke a whole one. Can I share it with you instead?”  
How sweet you are.
You actually hold his eye contact this time, the alcohol loosening you up just the way he needs. You turn your body towards him, leaning back with Rafe towering over you. Flickering the lighter, he presses the flame to the end, puffing in a breath before blowing out the smoke right in your face. Your hand waves around quickly in front of you.
“You asshole!” You laugh, tapping at his chest.
His hand swiftly catches yours, keeping it there as you feel his steady heartbeat. With his other hand, he pulls the cigarette out from between his lips and turns it so the end is now hovering by those plump lips.  
Just a small moment of hesitation crosses your pretty features and then your lips are puckering around the end, the cherry burning brighter as you inhale. His eyes are zeroed in at your mouth, a perfect little o as you slowly exhale the smoke to the left of him. Making him bark out a laugh when you blow the tail end of it right into his face.
“Where’s the moon tonight?” Rafe asks, nodding his head to the empty sky.
Your smile is wide as you turn your head up, giving Rafe a delicious view of the long column of your neck. “It’s a new moon.” Facing back, you give him that sweet smile. “Looks like it's just us and the stars.”
He’s close to you, his body heat transferring over to you, eyes blinking slowly at him. He brings the stick to your mouth again and this time there’s no pause as you take a hit.
“I always forget how much I actually hate cigarettes.” You chuckle, sticking your tongue out, hating the aftertaste.  
“Then don’t smoke.”
You roll your eyes. He lets you pull your hand away from his. “It gives me a nice little high.”
He can tell, your head rocking side to side as your eyes flutter. He can also see the imprint your lipstick has left on the butt, deliberately lining his lips with it.
“I can give you something better than that.” He says, smoke trailing out his mouth. You furrow your brows, raising one in question. He reaches back in his pocket, pulling out a little baggie of white powder. “Ta-da.”
Suddenly, you’re shy again. “I don’t know…”
“What? You only do coke on special occasions?”
“Something like that,” you say embarrassed, hand raising up to rub at your other arm. You give an awkward laugh. “Plus, I don’t even know where you got that stuff from!”
His eyes slightly narrow, nodding his head slowly. You’re a smart girl. But Rafe is always a step ahead.  
“This is the same coke Carson gave you on Halloween.” By your confused expression, Rafe interrupts your thought. “Who do you think Carson got the coke from in the first place?”
He doesn’t mean to sound condescending, but he’s getting so impatient the way you're just dangling yourself in front of him like the easiest fucking bait alive. Judging by the sour purse of your mouth, you don’t like that.
“I just meant you could trust me is all,” He softens his expression, handing you the cigarette this time.
Rafe can tell you're mulling it over in your head and goddamn it, he didn’t expect you to think when you’re this drunk. He doesn’t have much patience as it is and with how hard he is at just of thought of getting you alone, it’s kind of overwhelming him. You take another hit of the cigarette then blow the grey smoke out to the sky.
“Fine, I’ll give into your peer pressure.” Your words slur together a bit, a teasing tilt to your lips.
Taking keys out of his shorts pocket, Rafe scoops a key into the white dust, and balancing a small bump on the end of it, guides it to your nose watching as your eyes flicker up to him one more time before your leaning in, sniffing it.
Rafe doesn’t give you a moment before he’s surging downward, big hand gripping the side of your neck and bruising his lips to yours. Pressing your ass back against the rail as he tightens his hold when he feels your mouth open, tongue darting in to meet yours, swiping and tasting the combination of smoke and alcohol. Your lips are plush against his, molding so easily into the harsh press of his, shy tongue rolling across and barely pushing into his mouth. A low groan is shared to your mouth, making you smile and laughter vibrates his lips, making it difficult for him to kiss you deeper.  
“Come home with me,” Rafe mumbles, lips giving small pecks between his words.
“Oh, uh – ” Rafe doesn’t wait for an answer as he tilts his head and captures your lips perfectly.
The kiss gradually becomes harder, messier with Rafe’s body flushed to yours. Not knowing where to put your hands, you grip at the end of his shirt, pulling on it to bring him closer. You feel so good against him, even clothed and barely touching you Rafe is getting harder by the second.
Somewhere in the background of your little bubble, the tempo of the music increases to a techno beat which causes you to pull away from him, Rafe’s kisses pressing to the corner of your lips and then to your cheek.
“I love this song!” Is all you say before you’re grabbing ahold of his hand and pulling him back inside, too late for him to protest.
Rafe grumps but he follows your stumbles to the living room where you reunite with Louise who had been jumping around with other girls. You all squeal together and it annoys the shit out of Rafe but with the way he watches your increasingly clumsy movements, he decides it couldn’t hurt to stay for one more song. He does make sure your attention is back on him once he feels like you’ve had your fill of your friends, hands pulling your hips back to him. Bodies tight together as you begin to dance.
Your body moves like molten gold, all thick and slow, pressing into him as his hands start to roam over your hips. Fingers dragging up your sides, giving small squeezes just to feel you twitch and sigh out. Your head barely reaches his shoulder as you lean back, his hand following up and curling around your fragile throat.
Beautiful eyes rapidly move over his face, all dazed and euphonic, a slack smile beaming up at him. Rafe kisses you again, letting his fingers ever-so-gently squeeze, giving him the air out of your lungs. It’s only a taste of what he has in store for you tonight.
Your ass is grinding back on him, uncoordinated with the beat but you don’t seem to notice, just pushing up onto your tip toes to arch your back and kiss him more. He loves that others can see you like this, draped over him and showing everyone who you’ll be going home with.
At this point, Rafe is basically edging himself with your delectable body sliding up and down, so ready for the taking as he gives a small shove of his hips to your ass. He has licked and kissed away your lipstick, can feel your muscles grow heavy as your movements begin to slow. Now, is the perfect moment to whisk you away.
There’s no option for you to complain as his hand grips your wrist and tugs strongly, weaving between people. Louise is too busy dancing to notice your stumbling body getting dragged away. He knows how protective your friends are of you - he doesn’t blame them, but they can’t hide you away from him. He knows this was a rare chance, Louise wasn’t as observant as the others, not as protective, so it was perfect that it was only you two together tonight.
It’s only once the cool air is chilling your cheeks do you seem to rise from the fog that had overtaken your brain.
“Wait…” Voice slurred and heavy. “Lou – Lou is… inside. Gotta tell her.”
“Louise is fine and you’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can text her.” Rafe dismisses you easily.
His truck is parked right outside, opening the door and helping up into the seat. After buckling you up and settling himself in the driver seat, Rafe gives you a once-over. Your eyes are closed as you hum a nonsensical tune, hands rubbing at the leather, the smooth texture tickling your fingertips.
“Another bump for the road?”
The key is ready for you, Rafe holding it under your nose and your natural instinct is to sniff it without a thought.
Rafe smirks, hand extending out to soothe over your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip. You struggle to open your eyes, half open as you turn to him, nuzzling into his warm hand. The feel of his rough fingers tightening on your cheek causes you to let out a shaky moan. Just the harsh breathing from Rafe is heard and then a mumbled fuck, and soon the rumble of the engine turning on.
He periodically watches you zone in and out during the drive to his place. Little random ramblings of the sky, your friends, and upcoming finals. He speeds there, maneuvering through the light traffic of 2 am.
He makes it in record time, eagerly leading you into his apartment building by the hand. Your dilated pupils bounce around the foyer, making slurred comments on the architecture and how modern it is.
In his eagerness, Rafe pushes you into the elevator when you take too long, your back bumping back against the mirrored wall. He can’t keep his lips off of you, of your mouth or neck, tongue slithering out to lap down your chest. Tasting the sweat of your skin, the smell of you filling his senses fully, growling back as you whine.
With the extra powder in your system, your body has to rely on his as he hurriedly walks to the door, fumbling with his keys in excitement. Your bodies are a flurry of movement across the entrance, door slamming shut blindly as hands grip your face hard, teeth clashing with hunger you’ve never felt before.
Rafe rips at your shirt, ruining it and letting the tethers float to the floor, giving you no time to morn as he pulls at your hips to his bedroom. He feels like a goddamn teenager about to lose his virginity, his heart pumping blood straight to his cock with every pulse. He makes quick work of your bra and reveals your full, perky tits. The sight of your heaving chest is so much fucking better than his imagination could conjure up, hard little nipples kissing the air with goosebumps spreading down.
Just a small push to your shoulder and your back is bouncing back on the bed, giggling stupidly as your arms rise over your head, stretching your body out.
“How you feeling, angel?” Rafe asks. He finds he likes the sound of your voice.
You toss your head side to side on the pillows, laughing more as his hands begin to slide down your tits, twerking your nipples before continuing his journey down.
“Feel…Feel like –” You grunt as you struggle to explain yourself. “Feels reallyyy good. You… You feel good.”
“Good.” Rafe smiles down at you, hands skimming your tummy, teasing at the waist of your skirt for a moment focusing on the way your stomach contracts. The skirt is wiggled off of your hips along with your black panties Rafe knows he will keep.
And now look at you. A sight to behold and only for him.
Completely naked, high, and pliant.
Rafe’s hungry eyes take their fill as his fingers pull at his shorts, not even bothering with his shirt. Cock throbbing and red from being teased all night long – no, for months long. Settling on his knees between your legs, he watches mesmerized as he parts your thighs wider, spreading those puffy lips of yours to expose a pink slit.
There’s a glistening sheen, and Rafe truly thinks you must be an angel sent down to torture him.
“You wet for me?” His voice is low, catching the way you preen, arching your back. Presenting to him.
With one hand around his cock, Rafe lines himself up to your clit. Spreading the gathering wetness, so silky and hot as he grinds his cock up and down.
“I – I –” You’re gasping like he’s already inside you. “I – see pretty colors.”
“Yeah?” Rafe’s breathing is heavy, short, his southern tang coming out. “Yeah, I see something real pretty too.”  
Blue eyes set on the glorious sight of his thick cock slowly stretching you apart, making room for him as you let out airy tiny moans. Your muscles are completely lax, making it easy for him to slide in you without having to stop because shit, you’re fucking tight. A honeyed layer of cushion enveloping all around him, yielding to the intrusion of his steel hard length, like softened butter getting sliced with a knife.
He can’t stop the bitten-out curses as he keeps going, watching as you take every inch until his hips are flushed to your inner thighs. Hands push at the back of your thighs to your chest, changing the angle as Rafe stays still inside of you, feet up in the air.
The new position feels differently the same, hot and wet but with more pressure added, nudging something deep inside you. Your groans are deep down in your chest, uncontrolled and free. Folded in half, Rafe clutches tightly on your plump thighs, groaning when his fingers dent your flesh the way he’s been wanting to since that first night he saw you.
You let out a broken cry, words jumbled together when you tell him to please, please move, need –
“Shhh, shhh. Gotchu angel,” Rafe promises as he pulls out to the tip, grunting when he slams back into you.
It’s a punishing pace. It’s what you deserve after invading him for so long, for hiding this perfect pussy that needs his dick.
Even with your body boneless on the bed, Rafe has to force it in with how tight you are, gritting his teeth as he uses all the strength he has to pound into you. And you take it so beautifully. Fingers crumpling his bedsheets, sweat peppering your hairline as your body is moved without your volitation. He has to press down on your thighs tighter so you stop bouncing up on the bed with each thrust he gives.
Sharp teeth drag anywhere they can get, your shoulders, chest, neck, tits. He needs to make sure you bare his markings, turning spots of skin into red and purple. Whispering praises of how well you're taking his cock, soothing your bruises with his tongue only to bite you again.
The lewd, slippery smacks combined with the squeaking of the bed add to the chorus of your fucking. Rafe’s cock piles straight down into you in messy thrusts, pushing his hips harder into you at different times just to see you engulf every inch of him. His breathing is ragged and curses fly when he uses the hold on your legs to support him just so he can look down.     
He can’t tear his eyes away from you. From your wet pink cunt, or your fluttering eyelashes, or your hair spilled across his bed. He needs to categorize every part of you in this moment. Your moans are louder now, higher pitched as Rafe continues to ram you.
Slipping a hand down Rafe rubs his thumb back and forth across your slick clit, a self-satisfied smirk blooming when you squeal. Your hips jolt up, only making him increase the pressure until you're keening long and loud, almost a scream and he can’t wait until next time when you’ll be cognizant enough to.
Rafe barely rubs your clit for a few minutes before you come on his cock. The rhythmic pulses have him snarling, struggling to push through your tightening walls as he continues to use you. Abusing that poor pussy as hard as he can, knowing you can’t feel half of the pain your body will remember in the morning. He has half a mind to cum inside you, but he wants you to truly remember when he does that for the first time.
For now, he forces himself deeper, harder until he’s right at the edge before pulling out and furiously tugging his cock as he comes all over you. Your name is ripped from his vocal cords along with moans that he can’t stop. Cum spurts up to the underside of your tits, a trail that leads all the way down to your cunt where more is painted on you.
Rafe admires his handiwork as your legs flop down to the bed, eyes closed and half-conscious. Looking so lovely all fucked out and used, his cum soaking into your skin, small hickeys speckling at the base of your neck to your chest.
Looking like a vulgar renaissance painting, pretty as a picture.
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oneoftheprettynerds · 4 months
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Ex Friends with Benefits ch III
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dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader x dark!Topper Thorton
Warnings: noncon, smut, threesome, drugging, drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, guilt tripping
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Rafe’s fingers tightened into fists at his side at the mention of your name, lip curling as he frowned. “No, she’s been avoiding me actually, Top.”
“Damn Rafe, I thought you two were finally getting closer,” Topper joked suggestively with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s just playing hard to get. You know how all those uptight rich bitches are. Can’t admit what they actually want,” Rafe replied bitterly and Topper laughed.
You flashed across his memory, the way you used to glance at him secretly when you were with others. How sometimes when you sat by each other while eating, he would trace his fingers across your bare thighs under the table and tease you in front of all of your friends, who were none the wiser to his touches.
Anger rose in him when he remembered the last time he had seen you, how you had told him you wanted a break. Yeah, fucking right.
He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what that meant.
You were done with him.
But there was no way in hell that Rafe was done with you.
“Well if I had to put money on it, I’d say she doesn’t want anything to do with you. I bet you finally scared her off with your fucking staring,” at that, Rafe whipped his head at Topper, glaring. But Topper only laughed. “Yeah, of course I noticed that shit too. You’re not exactly subtle, Rafe.”
The Kook king scoffed at that, venom thick in his voice when he hissed back, “You don’t know anything, Top.”
“Oh yeah? Try me, you know I always thought Y/N was sexy as hell,” the challenge in Topper’s voice was clear, and competitive bravado rose in Rafe’s chest.
A sick thought flashed across his mind. One that he couldn’t ignore.
If he really wanted, he could have you so god damn cock drunk you’d let Topper fuck you too.
Sure it might take a little extra liquid motivation, but that was never something you had shied away from.
And besides, Rafe was getting pissed at the fact that you had been ignoring his calls and texts.
How long were you planning on acting like he didn’t exist anymore?
It wasn’t right. You used to be his best friend, the two of you did everything together. He had spent so much time with you recently that he felt empty without you around.
And the fact that you could just break things off like it was nothing? Over one little mistake?
It made his blood fucking boil.
Rafe set up a line quickly, snorting it before he leaned back, expression stormy. He stared at the coke on the table, before his expression changed.
“You should invite her to your party this weekend, Top. I promise you, she’ll be all over both of us,” Rafe smirked, glancing at his friend as his plan came together in his head.
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You smiled at Topper as he returned with your second drink, some fruity concoction that tasted like there was a lot of rum in it.
“Thanks Topper!” You followed him through his house to the living room, snaking your way through his packed house.
You took another swig as you sat down on the couch, eyeing the array of drugs that were laid on the table before you.
“And you’re sure Rafe’s not gonna be here tonight?” You questioned the blond nervously as he sat beside you.
It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him, the night he had pushed your boundaries too far for you comfort. You hadn’t talked with your friend since, too nervous to answer the phone or reach out to him first.
“Um, yeah he shouldn’t be here. But if he is, I’ll keep him away from you,” Topper winked and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.
You took another sip of your drink, already feeling tipsy, but the night was young and you wanted to get a little high too, so you asked Topper to set up a line for you.
You leaned over the table, snorting the (admittedly large) line
Sniffing, you rubbed under your nose to make sure you got all of it. You had never been one to back away from a challenge.
“Oh fuck, that was a lot,” you laughed as the head rush hit you hard.
“Do you wanna do another?” Topper asked you.
“Shit Top, slow down, gimme a second. You’re tryin to get me too fucked up,” the two of you laughed at your joke, Topper rolling his eyes, but your slight protest didn’t stop him from setting up two more lines.
You reclined against the couch, not surprised when Topper did the same beside you. You could feel the warmth of his leg and torso beside you, and you were surprised when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Is this okay, Y/N? I just get a bit cuddly when I’m high.” Your friend asked, and you hesitated for a second before nodding.
It was just Topper, you reasoned with yourself. He had been in love with Sarah Cameron for years. You knew that this was nothing more than innocent affection.
“Here, have more of your drink,” Topper shifted, reaching to the table to grab your cocktail before handing it to you.
“Ah thanks! I almost forgot about it.” You took a few gulps, enjoying the flavor of the drink Topper had made for you.
You were beginning to feel well past buzzed, the mix of coke and alcohol blurring your vision at the edges. The music in the house was loud, bass thumping against the walls and making your head hurt.
You realized that Topper was talking to you when you heard him repeat your name twice, his hand falling onto your thigh.
“Mm, what?” You turned your head towards him, and he drew closer.
“I said you look really good tonight, I like this dress,” he said, louder, eyes scanning over your body, and you blushed, cheeks hot from the alcohol and his compliment.
Topper was a good looking guy, you had to admit that, but the two of you had been friends for so long that you had never even really considered him in that light before, especially since he had been on and off with Sarah for so long.
“Oh, thanks.” You replied, glancing down at the tight dress you had picked out.
“Do you wanna do that second line now, Y/N?” Topper questioned as his hand began to draw circles on your lower thigh.
“Um, sure,” you answered, and Topper withdrew his hand, leaning over to snort his line first.
“You got it?” He asked, noticing that you were just staring at the line. Your head was swimming.
“Ugh, I don’t know, I feel pretty fucked up already,” you admitted, stumbling over your words already, and your friend frowned.
“C’mon, Y/N, just one more?” He challenged with a grin. “I already lined it up for you and everything.”
“Mmm alright,” you slurred,
This one stung more than the first, despite being smaller.
Your head was spinning, the cold drink in your hand was only only making it worse, and you could barely keep your head up.
“How do you feel?” Topper voice felt both distant and too loud, and you shook your head, leaning against your friend’s chest as you mumbled.
“I- I think I should lie down,” you felt dizzy, the lightheadedness confused you, how were you already this fucked up? You had only had two drinks, but you felt like you had had eight.
“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” The blond asked you and you nodded.
“Can you carry me?” You slurred, you didn’t think you could walk past the end of this room, much less up a flight of stairs to Topper’s room.
“Yeah I got you,” he stood up, bending over to scoop you into his arms before heading to his room.
You cuddled against his chest as he carried you, the drugs were making you feel strange, like you couldn’t remember exactly where you were or what you were doing.
He laid you down onto the bed, carefully removing your heels, and you groggily slurred out a thanks.
“Hold on one second,” he turned away before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text.
You felt comfortable in his large, plush bed but you were taken by surprise when you felt it shift under your friends weight.
You turned to meet his eyes, but he moved faster, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his as his mouth covered yours.
Your eyes shot open, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue pushed its way in, his hand gripping your chin and holding you in place.
Fear and confusion coursed through your body. Why was he doing this? You didn’t think anything of his compliments at the time, but looking back, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.
Had he been trying to get you as drunk as possible just to take advantage of you?
Your mind went blank when you felt his hand creeping under your dress, alarm bells ringing as he pushed the material up to your hips.
You shoved at him, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath.
“Top- mm- stop that-!” your anxious, mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears, his hands grabbing at you rougher when you talked back.
“Shh, Y/N, lighten up, stop being so uptight.” He mumbled as his lips found you neck, and you tensed up completely when you felt him slid your panties to the side before pushing a finger into you.
You gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath as tears came to your eyes when he pushed his second finger in.
To your horror you could feel yourself getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they curled inside you.
The conflicting feelings swirled inside you, the blur of pleasure and panic becoming confusing. Your body couldn’t help but respond to his touch, soft moans fell past your lips in between sobs.
“Shit,” Topper groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down, stroking himself as he fingered you, before pulling the digits out.
Your stomach dropped, heart pumping in terror as he lined himself up with your entrance.
“T-Topper,” you begged, tears falling past your lashes as your looked up at the blond. “P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking him, the inner turmoil of your mind clashing with the primal desires of your body.
For a moment, it seemed like he was conflicted, but resolution set on his face as he gazed into your fearful eyes.
You felt nauseous when he grabbed your legs, easily parting them and bending your knees towards your chest. You squirmed in his grip, but you were too sluggish to stop him.
Topper sunk into you, stretching you out inch by inch. You whined and he shushed you again, this time covering your mouth with his hand.
When his hips met yours, he groaned, voice trembling, “fuck Y/N, I really thought Rafe was exaggerating but I get why this pussy drives him so crazy.”
Your tears were falling much more freely now, his words barely registered in your ears, and you gasped against his hand when he snapped his hips against yours the first time.
It was getting harder to breathe, panic filling your lungs as Toppers hand blocked your mouth. You grabbed at his hand, scratching him and he groaned as he moved his hand from your mouth to your chest.
His hands fumbled with the top of your dress, batting away your hands as you weakly pushed at him before he pulled your tits free, roughly groping them as he fucked you.
There was a movement at the door, and your eyes flicked to the figure in the entryway, new found courage to escape imbuing you. Topper didn’t acknowledge the new person, not even pausing to see who it was.
Your excitement was short lived, transforming in to a sick fear when the man spoke.
“Got your text. I told you she was a good fuck. She’s such a slut, I bet she’s fucking dripping around you right now.”
Rafe’s voice was unmistakable, and when his word’s registered in his ears, you realized with a shock exactly what was happening.
They had laid a trap for you, and you had walked right into it.
“She feels amazing,” Topper groaned, fucking you harder now, cock driving into you at a feverish pace. The pleasure in your gut was beginning to build and to your horror, you could feel yourself getting wetter.
Off to the side, you heard Rafe’s shorts fall to the floor and when you turned your head, you could see him, hard and stroking himself at the sight of his friend taking advantage of you.
He neared the bed and you flinched when his hand tangled into your hair, turning you towards him as he guided himself to your mouth.
When you shook your head, he sighed in disappointment, his next words were cold, “open your mouth, Y/N. Or you’re not going to like it when I take my turn.”
Disgust swirled in your gut and tearfully, you resigned yourself, parting your lips and allowing him to push himself further into your mouth.
Topper groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into your hips harder and glancing down to watch your cunt stretch around him as he plunged his dick into you again and again.
“Fuuck,” Rafe hissed as he began to shift his hips, sliding his dick a bit deeper with every thrust. “I missed that pretty mouth you got, Y/N/N.”
Your stomach twisted at the familiar nickname, one that you hadn’t heard in weeks, as Rafe was the only one you had ever let call you that.
Topper’s cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars, toes curling and thighs trembling as you came. You moaned around the dick in your mouth, and the other blond groaned when you squeezed around him, a gush of wetness allowing him to slide into your cunt easier.
Your jaw ached, scalp burning as Rafe tugged your hair to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. You gagged when he pushed too far, but he was relentless, taking his revenge on you for keeping yourself away from him for so long.
When he pulled out to give you a breather your relief was slow lived, as Topper closed in, pressing more skin to yours, hands wandering and grabbing at you hungrily.
His pace crescendoed before he reached his peak, lips smothering yours as he groaned, fingers digging into your skin so hard when he came that you knew you would have bruises.
In your drug induced stupor, you finally realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom when he slowly pulled out and you could feel his sticky cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.
You breathed in shakily, still in a daze about what had just happened. You couldn’t meet Topper’s eyes.
“You’ve had your fun, get outta here, it’s my turn.”
Topper glared at Rafe, opening his mouth to argue, but his friend cut him off.
“Hey, who gave you the drugs in the first place? If I had let you do the dosing, she’d probably never wake up, dumbass,” Rafe snapped.
You felt nauseous again listening to their conversation, knowing that you had trusted Topper completely before tonight, and the idea that either of them would go this far made your head spin.
“Fine,” Topper relented finally, climbing off the bed without giving you a second glance as he grabbed his clothes and began pulling them back on. “And you’re sure she’s not gonna um… remember any of this, right?” He asked Rafe hesitantly.
“Yeah, we gave her a lot already. She’s not gonna remember a thing,” Rafe leaned over his abandoned shorts, grabbing a baggie and a card from his pocket before spilling a little out onto the card. You heard the door close as Topper walked out, leaving you alone and at Rafe’s mercy.
He brought the card to you, helping you sit up and bringing it under your nose as he covered one of your nostrils. You tried to move your head away, but he held you in place, forcing you to take more of what you now weren’t so sure was just coke.
The head rush made you feel dizzy and heavy, and you knew that this time it would be even harder to fight back.
Rafe pushed you back onto the bed, easily batting your arms away as you protested weakly.
“R-Rafe!” Begging did little to deter him. If anything, your pleas seemed to goad him on, relishing the fact that you were so terrified of him.
The blond pushed your legs open, guiding himself between them. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and you shuddered.
“You know, Y/N/N, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so patient. I made one mistake.” He sneered, voice bitter as he spat the words out.
Rafe forced himself into you, and you yelped at the feel, tears stinging your eyes. His large hand snaked around your throat, squeezing as he slowly filled you to the hilt.
“I have always fucking been there for you. But you threw me out like I was nothing.” The blond seethed. “Like- like the past eight years of our friendship didn’t mean anything to you.”
“P-Please-” you choked out, toes curling at the all too familiar feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He was like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough of you, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.
When he snapped his hips against yours, his pace was brutal and punishing. He was choked you harder now, to the point that you were afraid you might pass out.
You felt like you had been trapped in Topper’s room for hours, the drugs and adrenaline coursing through you made everything feel confusing. Every touch was intensified, like electricity over your skin, the feelings of pleasure and disgust mingling together to the point where you could barely tell them apart.
Rafe’s lips covered yours, sliding against them as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The feeling was repulsive, all too reminiscent of the many times the two of you had secretly hooked up before.
But this time everything was wrong.
His lips trailed to your neck, hot kisses planted at the spots he knew were the most sensitive. You tried to stifle your gasps of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Rafe knew exactly how your body worked. He had explored every inch until he had each curve memorized, he couldn’t forget you if he tried.
“I wanted you to be my girl, Y/N/N,” he confessed, pain and anger flashing in his darkened eyes.
Your eyes widened at his words, you knew that he had reacted awfully when you tried to break it off, but you had never suspected that Rafe had ever seen you as anything more than best friends who fooled around occasionally.
“It didn’t have to come to this,” he said, as if he genuinely believed that you were in the wrong.
You let out a choked moan when you felt him pressing against your clit, swirling the tender bud as he pounded into you.
The combination of his thick cock sliding into you with the stimulation on your tender bud had you seeing stars. Your toes curled and you bit down on your lip to stifle your moan as you came around him.
Your legs were trembling, pussy twitching and squeezing Rafe’s cock as he fucked you through your high, tears coursing down your cheeks in shame.
“Oh fuck, are you actually coming right now??” He laughed mockingly, a sick pride flashing across his face. “You’re so fucking pathetic, do you have any clue how goddamn wet you are right now?”
You couldn’t respond, brain so fried by the feelings of his dick pushing into you that you could only mewl helplessly, each sound punctuated with the snap of his hips.
He was fucking you frantically now, growling under his breath as you choked his cock, your fingernails gripping his arms to steady yourself.
You were caught off guard when you came again, tightening around him, and crying out his name.
Rafe cursed under his breath at the feeling, hips stuttering as he thrust into you deeper than before, groaning when he came, and you whimpered as you felt him filling you up with his cum.
He was panting, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You turned your head when you felt him get closer, but he cupped your cheek, allowing himself to press his forehead to yours.
Rafe kissed you softly, much more tenderly than before, but knowing the feelings behind the action made your stomach twist, the innocent kiss tainted by the weight of what he had just done.
“You were mine a long time before you knew you were, and I’m not going to let you just throw that away. This friendship isn’t over until I say it is.”
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I’m just a slut now for two guys idek lmao what a time😭😭
Southern Charm (Rafe Cameron x Reader x Chase Andrews)
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Warnings: NON-CON, stalking, underage drinking, crossover
➥ you don’t have to be familiar with Where The Crawdads Sing to follow along with any characters in this fic. Just know that he’s a 1960s version of Rafe with a domestic violence + attempted rape charge
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summary: Privileged assholes always want what they can’t have. Or, alternatively, you turn down the wrong guys one too many times.
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Wicked Games (Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader)
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WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of past NON-CON/DUB-CON, mentions of cuckolding, mentions of loss of virginity, violence, mentions of past violence, toxic breakup, toxic relationship, stalking, ex-boyfriend!Rafe, mentions of Topper x reader, non canon ages
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summary: Rafe refuses to let you go after your abrupt and disastrous breakup.
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Friends Like These (Rafe Cameron x Reader)
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WARNINGS: NON-CON, possessive behavior, drug use, underage drinking, victim blaming, slut shaming, mentions of bullying and violence, kook!reader
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summary: As the only female friend of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, your princess treatment is envied on this side of the island. But your whole life is turned upside down when you’re betrayed in the worst way possible. Who needs enemies with friends like these?
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HELP WHILE Ao3 IS DOWN SOME PEOPLE ARE POSTING FICS IN THE DOWNDETECTOR COMMENTS 😭😭😭
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I’M SCREAMING
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Just sos you knows, AO3 is down under a DDOS attack right now. They’ve been coming back in little blips and then disappearing again. It’s been several hours. (For reference, it’s currently 3 p.m. eastern, July 10, 2023.)
https://twitter.com/AO3_Status/status/1678468065070030856
The culprit (as with a few other DDOS attacks recently) is Anonymous Sudan, a group that is likely Russian, not Sudanese. The ‘reason’ they gave–that AO3 is “full of disgusting smuts and other LGBTQ+ and NSFW things,” is thin and probably not completely legit, though still legitimately concerning.
The AS claim: https://twitter.com/FalconFeedsio/status/1678397195039526912
Reporting on AS: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2023-06-28/anonymous-sudan-does-group-behind-microsoft-cyberattack-have-ties-to-russia (you can use archive.ph to get this one, 12ft doesn’t seem to work)
As noted here, https://twitter.com/honeyskeleton/status/1678449598703050769:
DDOS protection is expensive especially for a high traffic site like ao3. And it’s uniquely vulnerable as an independent site without ads or other corporate support. SPECIFICALLY targeted bc of its queer works and yet ppl will still complain every time they ask for donations lmao 
So, again, when AO3 comes back online, please don’t go hard with refreshing all your tabs. Please do remember to download fics you love early and often as  you continue in your whole ~reading journey~. And please do support AO3 through a dono or becoming a donating member, if it is possible for you to do so.
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So much chaos on the very first chapter, I cant😭😭😭
Basic Training (Peter Parker x Reader)
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Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, MURDER, violence, minor character deaths, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter
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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.
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Little duckling on tour
The whole series
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Who up & searching for a sense of belonging
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(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)
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At the Sex Museum in Korea
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