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Angel Face, Devil Thoughts

Summary: The first time Rafe Cameron saw you, he knew he had to have you. Whatever it takes. Wk: 6.8K

•This is a collaboration with @babygorewhore🖤 I had so much fun working on this with you baby, I love you so much!!!•

Warnings: Possesive!Rafe, obsessive behaviors (Rafe and reader), kidnapping, drugging, kinda clueless reader (or is she…?), daddy kink, borderline stalker behavior, spanking, hair pulling, jealous!Rafe, bondage, age gap (Rafe is 35 reader is 26), spit kink, oral, unprotected sex. Dark fic, 18+MNDI!! (Divider by me)

Rafe Cameron’s legs turned as he swung the golf club, perfectly hitting the ball as it landed near the hole in the ground yards ahead. He smirked to himself. Topper clapped a hand on his shoulder. His grip firm and Rafe cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know how you do it. I’ve never beaten you.”

Rafe shrugged. “No one can,” He chuckled and scanned the scenery of the yards ahead of him.

It was a beautiful day. It wasn’t too hot and he was able to wear nicer clothing than he usually did for golf. A simple button down shirt and comfortable pants allowed him to easily pick up his bag of clubs and make his way to the small section of the park where food and drink was served. By Pogues and the middle class.

But he wasn’t as involved in the war between kooks and pogues. At 35, he truly had better things to do. Run the empire and look after Wheezie who was a young teenager now. After Wards death, his sisters random marriage, his own growth over the years, Rafe just wanted to make money, fuck, and…make more money.

But then his eyes widened and he almost stopped short when he saw you. And his entire world came to a halt.

You were wearing a simple outfit, a little black tennis skirt and a polo tee that bore the logo of the franchise representing the park. Your hair was out of your face, you were wearing makeup and you were currently talking to Wheezie, who giggled and blushed at a young boy across from you both. Rafe’s footsteps slowed but he continued your way. He was close enough to hear the conversation.

“I think he’s really cute. But I don’t know how to approach him.” Wheezie complained and he wanted to roll his eyes over her thirtieth crush of the week when you smiled at her. And he melted inside.

“That’s okay. All you have to do is wave and smile. Men are easy.” You winked at her and he swallowed thickly.

You were so beautiful. Delicate. Angelic. Perfect. You radiated kindness and a youthful spark that he hadn’t exposed himself to in a long time. He was probably about ten years your senior but he didn’t give a shit. When he saw Wheezie walk away from you and your adorable smile continued to grow, that's when he decided.

You were his.

He cleared his throat and prepared to further approach you after abandoning Topper. He had no issue with shyness or other bullshit younger men dealt with but something about you made him hesitate. Why were you working? Someone as perfect as you deserved to be treated gently, like a princess. You needed to be kept.

Rafe could do that. Easily.

As he walked to you, your pretty doe eyes looked up at him, and a smirk so faint crossed your face that he almost missed it.

“Haven’t seen you before. Sorry if my little sister annoyed you. But I have a soft spot for her.” Rafe didn’t bother with introducing himself. You’d be screaming his name soon enough.

“Hi,” when you gave him your name, he almost got chills. Even your name was perfect. You were an angel. The way your feet rolled, trying to shorten the distance between you both was adorable. “She was cute! I remember my first crush.” You twirl your hair and Rafe gave you a hum of approval.

“What’s a pretty little girl like yourself doing working here? With looks like that, I figured you’d be a model.” Rafe complimented and instead of becoming shy, you batted your eyelashes and grinned.

“I’m thinking about it.” You glanced back at the bar cart, “but I have to get back to work. It was nice to meet you finally, Rafey.” The nickname made his lips quirk in a sadistic smile. A nickname already? One he never allowed others to use.

But you weren’t anyone.

You were his little bunny.

Rafe stayed longer than usual, watching you from a distance and leering at the way your skirt hugged your ass and hips. You were a little clumsy but he enjoyed that. He knew you’d have to rely on him for everything. You needed him.

When you clocked out, Rafe was horrified to see you start to walk down the road. You didn’t have a car. And that made him feel rage. How could someone allow you to walk home alone? He certainly wouldn’t. Not his pretty kitty.

Rafe marched forward, catching up with you before his hand gently touched your arm. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to walk home. Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

He expected you to deny it but then you grinned and nodded rapidly.

“Yes! That sounds great!”

This would be too easy. But he was worried. What if a bad man got a hold of you? How would he live with himself if something happened to you? He’d never let it go. No. His darling little girl would never get hurt.

“Come on. My car is this way.”

Rafe lagged behind you ever so slightly, despite his legs being much longer than yours. He couldn’t resist getting another peak of your ass in that little uniform. He also couldn’t resist when you stumbled as he was helping you into the passenger seat and one of his hands landed on the skin of your ass just under your skirt. He had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of you displaying yet another act of clumsiness. You were so helpless, fragile, too good for this world. He had to protect you from anyone who tried to hurt you, even yourself.

“Alright, Angel face, where am I headed?” Rafe buckles himself in, one of his long fingers hitting the push to start on his fancy sports car. He glances over at you, noticing that you haven’t buckled yourself up yet. He lightly shakes his head before leaning over the center console to buckle your belt for you.

“Oh, thank you, Rafey.” You run your fingers down his forearm, batting your lashes at him again. He takes note of your chipped nail polish, he’ll have to remedy that immediately. He’s definitely going to be calling the nicest salon on the island first thing tomorrow. Get you the full treatment, hair, nails, massage, whatever you want. “It’s on figure 8, I’m actually staying three houses down from you, I think. It’s my grandparents old house.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about their passing. I’m sorry about that, doll.” He smiles at you softly, earning the cutest little grin in return. “Is that what you’re doing here? You inherit their house or something?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that. They left it to my mom but she doesn’t have any interest in living here so her and dad are selling it. We came here to go through all their stuff and get it ready to put on the market.”

“What about you? You like it here?” You cross your legs, and Rafe can see how deliciously your thighs squish together out of the corner of his eye. He stifled a groan at the sight.

“Yeah, it’s nice. It’s a lot different from my hometown but it’s really pretty here. And I make better money than I did at my waitressing job back home.” Your voice is so cute, Rafe wants to drown in it.

“If your moms parents left her all that money, how come you’re working?” He takes a chance to look over at you at a red light, eyes roaming your form, committing as much as he could to memory.

“They are still dealing with all the legal stuff, and I don’t really know if they’ll even give me any. I don’t think they trust me with it. I haven’t always made the best life choices.” You sigh, a frown spreading across your lips, a crease in your brow. Rafe hates it, how dare they upset you? How dare they not help you? If you aren’t great with making choices, he doesn’t mind making them for you.

“Ah, makes sense. But a pretty girl like you? You deserve everything you could ever want. Waited on hand and foot.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you, Rafe. But I’ve always worked for what I want, ya know? I don’t really mind it.” You shrug your shoulders, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Well, I think you deserve better than that, s’all im saying. I’m gonna set up a spa day for you, alright? What are your days off?” This is a win, win for him. He can spoil you a little and figure out your work schedule.

“Oh! You don’t have to do th-“

“Angel, I don’t have to do anything, but I’d really like to do this for you. Let me.” It comes out like more of a command than a request and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches in your throat at his tone.

“Alright, if you insist. I work Tuesday to Saturday every week. So I have tomorrow off, since today is Saturday.” You smile at him, and he thinks it’s adorable how proud you seem to be stating simple facts. You seemed like a bit of an air head but Rafe didn’t mind, he liked that, it would be easier to guide you.

“Okay, I’m gonna call and make you an appointment for tomorrow.” He pulls into the driveway of your grandparents home and takes his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Put your number in here and I’ll text you the details.”

Your smile is wide and he feels like he can practically see a sparkle in your eyes. He wants to give you the fucking world. You add your number to his phone, putting yourself in as “Angel Face” with a little bunny next to it. You give him his phone back and he smirks down at it, you were almost in too cute to bare.

“Well, thank you so much for the ride, and for tomorrow too! You’ve been so kind to me and you hardly even know me, I wish I could repay you somehow.” A little pout forms on your lips as you look up at him through those god damned lashes.

“I’m sure we can figure something out, Angel face. For now, be a good girl for me and get inside safely. Make sure you lock the door behind you. I’ll text you soon about your little spa day.” He smirks at you, resting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. The cutest little squeak leaves your lips and he can��t wait to hear what you sound like when you moan his name. “Also, no more walking home, alright? I’m usually done with my work shit by the time the club closes so I’ll pick you up from now on.”

You look like you’re about to protest, but it’s almost like you think better of it. Instead you give him one of those sweet smiles.

“Sounds good, thank you again, I’ll make sure I’m a real good girl for you. Get lots of rest for my big day tomorrow. Good night Rafey.”

“Night, Angel.” You pat his hand before grabbing your purse and exiting his car. He swears you bent over a little extra to give him a flash of your little black panties, but he’s not complaining. As long as he’s the only man you’re doing that for. He’s totally and utterly addicted to you already, and he won’t stop until he owns you completely. Rafe quickly calls the salon owner's private number, knowing they’re probably closed by now. He offers her however much it takes to get you in the next day before typing out a text to you.

Your appointment is at 12:30 tomorrow, I think baby pink stiletto nails would compliment you well. I'll pick you up at noon, don’t be late. Sweet dreams, bunny.

Rafe eagerly pulls into the salon parking lot the next day. He picked you up at noon on the dot, you came bouncing down the driveway with a bright smile on your face. He must say seeing you out of your work clothes was a spiritual experience for him. You were wearing this little black mini skirt, and a little light pink tank top. You had on the most impractical shoes for a place like this, big, chunky, studded platform Mary Jane’s, with little white ruffle socks. The thing that really did him in though? The black o-ring choker around your neck. It was all so contradictory, the pink, the studs, the little socks. He’s never seen a girl like you in all his years. He needs you so badly.

Last night felt like one of the longest nights of his life, he never thought he could miss someone he just met so much. But he was up nearly all night, his thoughts riddled with you. Your thighs, the way your tits looked in that little work polo, the way your ass would bounce when he fucked you from behind. Rafe has never jerked off so much in one night. Not even when he was younger. All he can think about is filling you up, spoiling you, maybe putting a few babies in you once he’s gotten his fill of alone time with you. He walks into the salon with a pep in his step, his eyes scanning the room for your beautiful face.

His features immediately harden when he spots you though. You’re sitting pretty in one of the plush pedicure chairs your feet propped up while a man paints your dainty little toe nails. His nostrils flare, anger surging through him at the sight of another man’s hands on his angel. His expensive loafers thud against the ground as he stomps towards you.

“Rafe, hi! You’re early! But this is the last thing, so you shouldn’t have to wait for long.” You give him that saccharine smile, completely oblivious to his internal meltdown.

“Hi angel.” He smiles at you, but he doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You about done with my girl here?”

He looks down at the man as he coats the polish on your toenails, wanting nothing more than to cut his fingers off one by one for even thinking he’s worthy of touching you. Let alone doing it. He doesn’t give a shit if he’s paying.

“Yeah, this is the last step then I’ll have her out of here.” The guy smiles at him before returning to his task.

“I didn’t know dudes worked at places like this.” Rafe scoffs.

“Rafe! That’s kind of a rude thing to say… Everyone here has been so helpful and kind! I’ve had a great day!” Your lips form into a pout, your brows furrowed. The last thing he wants to do is upset you, or scare you off. He needs you to trust him. Plus he’s not the same hot headed guy he used to be, he’s a man now. He can keep this to himself.

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry. Thanks for treating her right, man.” Rafe forces the most polite smile he can muster in his direction.

“No problem, just doing my job.” He taps his fingers against the polish, making sure it’s dry. “Which I’m all done with, you’re free to go ma’am. You can pay up front.”

“Thank you so much!! They look perfect!!” You wiggle your toes, your hands clapping together excitedly. You’re so cute Rafe hardly remembers why he was mad, hardly. He still wants to singe that guy’s finger tips off. “You like them?”

“Yeah bunny, those are gorgeous.” Rafe smirks, pleased to see the baby pink polish on not just your fingers but your toes too. You even went with the shape he suggested. You’re such a good girl already.

He walks you to the counter, using his black card to pay for everything. He even leaves a generous tip, despite how much he’s still simmering with jealousy over that man touching you. He wanted to make a good impression on you, he needs you to see how perfect he is for you.

“Lemme see you, pretty girl.” Rafe offers you his hand so he can spin you around, a low whistle escaping his lips as you twirl. “Gorgeous.”

“Oh my god, thank you! I really had such a great day. I got a massage. Then they did highlights and a blow out on my hair. And of course I got these pretty nails!!” You giggle, holding your hands out to him to give him a closer look.

“Very pretty, bunny. The little bows are a nice touch. I knew that color would be perfect for you. You ready to go?”

“Yup! All set.”

Rafe leads you out to his car, helping you in and buckling your seatbelt just like he has the last two times you've been in it. He drives towards your grandparents house with an almost uneasy feeling. He doesn’t want to let you go yet. Or ever. He left you alone for a few hours and regardless if it was his job or not another man had his hands all over you. He didn’t like it. You were too precious to be going around without him. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

When he pulls up to your house you thank him over and over again, telling him no one has ever done anything this nice for you before. How could they not have? You deserve a thousand times more than just this, and he’s going to give it to you. You lean over and leave a sticky lipgloss kiss on his cheek. His heart feels like it’s nearly going to burst out of his chest and he has to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out and kissing you like his life depends on it. You make sure to bend over again when you get out of his car, and it just drives him even more crazy. He was going to make you his, by any means necessary.

Rafe carefully selected another item into the cart as he walked down the aisle at the store. The aisles were nearly empty since he picked the perfect time to arrive and buy things for his little girl. His shopping was usually done by someone who worked for him but how could he allow anyone to touch things that were yours? Only he could give you these things. His little angel wouldn’t ever have to worry about anyone ever again.

In the cart were stuffed animals, blankets, decorations and even coloring books. He had already assembled the basics in the bedroom he specifically designed for you two days later after he had been driving you home. The room would be ready tonight.

His caretaker nature allowed him to easily pick up on things you liked. Soft, sweet and gentle natured you. His baby girl.

As he returned to his home with several bags, he didn’t allow anyone to put things away. The room was a soft pink color. Completely removed of any objects that could cause you harm. Stuffed animals, a tv set, a computer that would be monitored, and a soft bed with fluffed pillows. Rafe stood straight and admired his work. Yes. This was perfect for a sweet girl like you. Everything about this plan would go perfectly. His little bimbo would fall for his trap and he didn’t have a moment of doubt or guilt. Why would he? You needed him. And he wouldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.

Like clockwork, Rafe heard the doorbell ring and he knew it was Barry. Here to accomplish his part of the task at hand. Rafe opened his front door after begrudgingly leaving your bedroom and Barry leaned against the frame.

“Sup, country club.” He dangled a bag full of small pills. “Got the dough. You have my money?”

Rafe handed over the wad of cash and accepted the plastic bag. “This better be the real fucking thing or I’ll kill you.” He warned and Barry smirked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m so scared of you big boy. Pretty fucked up though. What you’re planning to do with that chick. But it’s safe I guess. Not gonna hurt her.”

“That’s all I need to know.” Rafe pressed the bag against his chest and Barry crossed his arms.

“Ain’t ever seen you like this, bro. When you gonna get her?”

“Tonight. When she’s on her way home. Pretty little bunny doesn’t have a car. She’s making this easy for me.” Rafe chuckled.

“Aight, I don’t need to know anymore.” Barry held his hands up and walked away towards his bike. “Careful, Rafe. Sounds like you’ve really fallen for her.”

Rafe nodded and a twinge of emotion made him feel warm. He swore to himself he’d never fall in love. And now look at him. Planning on taking this poor girl but he was doing her a favor. She was his and his alone. He would protect her. Even if it was against her will. Even if it meant forcing her.

Later, Rafe was in his car waiting to pick you up with your favorite drink. A milkshake. His trembling hands gripped the steering wheel as the minutes went by on his digital clock.

You will be coming out soon. All his. His precious baby. Rafe craned his neck and finally saw you walking towards his car. His body tensed and his cock twitched with adrenaline as you smiled when you saw him. Twirling your braids, you waved at him while approaching the car with a half slip.

“Hi, Rafey! You’re right on time!” You said as you happily slid into the car.

Rafe nodded. “Of course I am, baby. I’m a man of my word. Here, I got you something, Angel.” He handed you the milkshake, his fingers twitching as you grinned and immediately wrapped your lips around the straw. You moaned at the taste and his mouth watered at your pretty sounds.

You fell for it.

Rafe inhaled slowly as he started driving, but not in the direction of your home. It didn’t matter anyway, you were drinking too eagerly to really notice.

“It’s a pretty day, Rafe! Almost as pretty as you are!” You giggled and Rafe reached over, placing a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.

“Thank you, bunny. You’re such a sweet girl you know that? My sweet girl.” He muttered the last part and he noticed your movements were growing slower.

You blinked, your doe eyes becoming unfocused. The Valium was taking effect and he smirked with satisfaction. God, you were such a little bimbo slut.

“Rafey…I feel so tired…” you yawned and he traced his ringed fingers along your skin where your skirt had rode up.

“Go to sleep, baby. You’ll be all nice and safe when you wake up.” Rafe trembled as you slumped over, your mouth parting as you drifted to a deep sleep.

That’s it. That’s my fucking girl. So obedient.

Your body feels weighed down, you try to open your eyes but it feels like someone put bags of sand on top of them. The last thing you remember is falling asleep in Rafe’s car, but what you’re laying on right now is definitely not a car seat. It feels like the most plush mattress you’ve ever laid on, even softer than the one in your grandparents guest room. Your head feels like it’s resting on a cloud, and the air smells nice. Like vanilla and strawberries.

After a few minutes of struggling you finally force your eyes to open slightly. There’s a soft warm light illuminating the room, and what looks like a sheer pink canopy on the ceiling above you. Your body still feels heavy but you’re able to move your hands now, spreading your fingers and running your palms across a silky soft blanket. You turn your head to the side and your eyes land on a pink wall with the prettiest vanity you’ve ever seen pushed up against it. You weave your head the other way, trying to get a grip on your surroundings. Up against the opposite wall there’s a rack filled with clothes and from what you can tell it’s all things you’d wear.

You try to push yourself up on your palms, now extremely aware of how dry your mouth is, how thirsty you are. But your body still feels too weak. You let out a little groan and lull your head back against the soft pillow.

“Hey, hey, don’t try to move, Angel. I’ve got you.”

“Rafe?” Your voice comes out a cracked whisper, you can’t see him, but there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s him.

“Yeah bunny, it’s me, daddy’s here.” The self proclaimed title sends a shiver down your spine.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Where am I?” You’re about to try to push yourself up again when Rafe comes into view. He’s towering over you, looking down at you with what only could be described as adoration.

“You’re home.” His large hand reaches out to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

“Home? This isn’t my grandparents' house - I - I’m so thirsty.” You nuzzle into his palm almost subconsciously. You’ve spent so many nights now dreaming about his touch, more than just the brief thigh touches or a hand on your shoulder. It felt so nice.

“Shh shh, baby it’s okay. Don’t overwhelm yourself. Here, I’ll help you sit up, I have some water here.” His snakes one arm underneath your head and the other behind your knees, hoisting you up against the headboard with ease. Now that you’re sitting up you have a better view of the room. It’s beautiful. Something out of your wildest dreams.

“Where - where are we?” You ask with wide eyes, your voice filled with borderline awe.

“I told you Angel, we’re home. This is for you. I did this all for you.” He takes the cap off the water bottle sitting on the nightstand and holds it up to your lips. You eagerly chug it down, the cool liquid calming the burn in your throat.

“For me? Rafe? How did I get here? Did you change my clothes?” Now that you’re feeling more aware you realize you’re no longer wearing your work uniform. Instead you’re wearing a little silk nighty with white lace embellishments. It’s soft and comfortable and honestly gorgeous.

“Bunny… I need you to listen to me, alright?” He discards the water bottle so he can sit on the bed next to you, his hand returning to your face. You nod against his palm, looking up at him with big wide eyes. “Use your words.”

“I’m listening, Rafey.”

“Call me daddy when I’m talking to you like this, alright baby?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I - fuck - I did what I had to do alright? I did what’s best for you. You’re too fragile, too precious for this world. That first day I saw you working at the club, I knew I needed you. Knew you needed me.” You try to hold in your smirk, you really do. But you were already starting to crack as it was, and this? This isn’t something you would’ve expected.

“Oh I know, daddy, I see the way you look at me… you didn’t answer my question though. How did I get here, huh? Did you slip something in that milkshake? Knock me out? Strip me down and get a good look at my little body?” You look at him with a Cheshire smile, and a gleam in your eye he’s never seen.

“Hey, I didn’t fuckin’ do any weird shit if that’s what you’re thinking, I want you fully aware of your surroundings the first time I have you. That is until I fuck you so good you forget everything but my name…”

“So kidnapping and drugging me isn’t considered weird? Got it.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “You know, I knew you wanted me, but I didn’t think you’d go this far. I have to say, daddy, it’s kind of hot.”

“The fuck you mean you knew?” His brows furrow, his nostrils slightly flare and you can tell you hit a nerve. But you just couldn’t keep up this clueless girl act anymore, not after he went to all these lengths just to get you. You needed him to know you wanted him just as bad.

“I mean, I’m not blind. You look at me like you want to put me in a cage and never let me go. You drive me home everyday. You offered to buy me new nails the first day you met me. Also, don’t think I didn’t notice how jealous you got when you saw that guy doing my pedicure. And guess what? The funny part is, you didn’t need the drugs to get me. I would’ve just let you take me.”

“You knew this entire time how badly I wanted you?” You nod and his hand reaches out to grip your jaw, rougher than before. “I told you to use your words, bunny.”

“Yes, I knew.” You smirk at him and he adjusts his grip so he’s pinching your cheeks.

“And you still continued to tease me like a little slut? Bend over and flash me your little panties every time you got out of my car? Always pushing those tits up against my arm and batting your lashes at me? Was that all some kind of act? You trynna scam me?” His hand migrates from your face to your throat, his thick fingers tightening against your esophagus deliciously.

“Daddy, no. It wasn’t an act at all. I want you so bad. Just wanted to see how far I could push you before you finally cracked. I have to say, you exceeded my expectations. I can’t believe you did all of this just for me. That’s so sexy.”

“Oh, so you’re just a little fuckin’ tease. That it?”

“I wasn’t teasing, you could’ve had me any time. You just got in your head that you had to carry out this elaborate scheme to keep me, when I’m already yours.” Rafe practically growls, he feels tricked, he feels frustrated that he risked hurting you with those drugs when you wanted him all along. But most of all? He’s so fucking horny.

“Well, I want you right fuckin’ now.” He uses his grip on your throat to push you onto your back and eases his body over top of yours.

Your breathing intensifies as you give him a small smirk. Of course you knew he wanted you. You may be a bimbo but you had common fucking sense. His blue eyes burned whenever he looked at you with a hunger that was impossible to deny. The material of his shirt rubbed against your bare skin, your slip riding up from his movements that left you pinned on the mattress under his mercy. His palm pressed against your throat felt heavenly, his fingers locked around the sides of your neck held you down posessively.

“You fucking slut. You liked it this the whole time. Liked playing with me. I’m gonna make you regret it.” Rafe flipped you over, grabbing your hips and yanking you up on your hands, your ass up in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing before Rafe’s hand slaps your ass, hard enough to make you jolt forward as his other hand flies to your hair, holding you in place with a makeshift ponytail.

“Apologize to daddy. Say you’re sorry.” He growls and you want to be a brat and say no, but his fingers slide from your hair down, down, down to your entrance, sinking knuckle deep in your cunt. His two digits play inside you, curling in a come here motion and your slick welcomes him in further as his thumb brushes against your clit with a delicious pressure. “Mmm, wanna give you love, bunny, but you’ve been a bad girl.” He grunts and you whine with your face pressed against the bed.

“Sorry, daddy! I’m sorry I acted bad!” You shriek when he spanks you again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. He spanks you again, and again and again. Tears prick your eyes and you hear him shift as he releases you. You fall forward, crashing onto the blanket and you feel his hands take your ankles. He moves you around on your back, dragging you to the headboard.

“Dumb little kitty. Bet you’re so wet from this. Let’s see,” He gives you a predatory smile and shoves off his black tie. He pins your wrists down, using your weakness to his advantage as he loops it around your hands. He ties you to the headboard and his knee spreads your legs, making you feel the air on your damp panties.

Rafe breathes through his mouth in a taunting huff, “look at that. You’re such a little whore for me. Wet from me hurting you? Drugging you? God damn you’re so pathetic. I love it.”

As you jerk, trying to move you realize you’re completely trapped by him. Rafe looms over you, cupping your jaw. “Open your fucking mouth,” He hisses and you immediately obey. He spits inside, “swallow it. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” You shudder at his filthy words.

Rafe crawls down, sliding your panties down your legs. A groan escaping him at your sticky pussy on display for him as he spreads your knees.

“Mmmm, so good. You’re so worked up.” He situates himself on the bed, burying his mouth against you, his tongue lewdly licks at your clit like an ice cream cone. His heated lips suck at your center with loud moans as he grinds into the mattress.

Your hips buck, his nose continually brushing against the underside of your clit as he laps all around before thrusting his tongue inside your entrance, gathering every single ounce of precum he can get.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good, I needed this.” You barely manage and he chuckles.

“Desperate, huh? Needed daddy to fuck this tight little pussy? My little girl is such a good bunny.”

Your stomach tightens, a tightening coil in your belly growing the more he licks you up relentlessly. He rips away, whipping your juices from his chin. His cock inside his trousers looks painfully hard.

“I’m going to make you fucking scream.”

Rafe pushes himself up on his knees, easily ridding himself of his button up and then moving onto his slacks. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, you knew he’d be big, but it’s even better than you imagined. All those nights trying to stifle the moans of his name so your parents didn’t hear you.

“Fuck daddy, your cock is so pretty.” You’re practically drooling. “Fuck my mouth.”

He finds himself questioning if you’re even real at this point. His little angel all tied up and laid out, practically begging him to use your pretty mouth. He straddles your face, the head of his heavy cock brushes against your lips and you flick your tongue out. You moan at the taste of the bead of precum that gathered at the tip.

“Fuckin’ look at you, gonna let me use this little mouth?” He taps his cock against your outstretched tongue a few times before using his free hand to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back. “Open wide, slut.”

You stick your tongue out as far as it can go and he glides his length across it. He thrusts slow a few times before shoving his cock down your throat, causing you to gag.

“Yeah, that’s right, fucking choke on it.” You close your lips around him, taking a deep breath through your nose as he begins to assault your throat with rough thrusts. His groans are almost animalistic as he uses you for his own pleasure. You moan around his cock, clenching your thighs together at the feeling of being at his mercy. “Mmm bunny, this mouth is so fucking good. But I bet that little pussy is ever better. She was practically begging for me to fill her. Is that what you want?”

He uses his grip on your hair to pull you off his cock, leaning back so he can look down at you with a condescending pout.

“Please daddy, want it so bad. Want your cock, want your cum. Fill me up.” His large hand grips your face, punching your cheeks together as he tilts your head from side to side.

“You’re such a good little bunny, begging for daddy’s cock like my own personal little slut. That’s all you’re gonna be from now on. Mine to fill, to use, to fuck, to spoil. You’re never going to have to think about a single thing ever again.” He expertly undoes the tie binding your wrists, gripping onto your hips and flipping you onto your stomach again.

“Yes daddy, that’s all I want, just want you. Wanna be your good girl. Want you to take care of me.” You whine into the sheets. “Please fuck me daddy, please don’t make me wait any-“

You’re cut off abruptly when he pulls your ass up into the air, lining his cock up with your entrance. He fills you up in one rough thrust, your slick walls practically sucking him in. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s fucking into you at a brutal pace.

“Oh fuck yeah, this fucking pussy is even better than I imagined. You’re so fucking tight, never gonna stop fucking you baby. Gonna keep you full day and night.”

“Daddy daddy daddy, it feels so good. So good. You’re so big.” You let him take you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. You’re gripping the sheets so tight you’re scared your new nails are going to tear through them and drool is dripping down your chin and onto the fabric.

“Yeah, fucking take it, slut. Take this fucking dick.” He leans forward, his thick forearm snaking around your throat. He uses his grip on you to pull you up so your back is flush against his chest. You didn’t think anyone could ever be so deep inside of you, and the pressure on your throat makes your head light in the best way.

“Oh my god, daddy, I’m gonna cum.” His free hand finds your clit, and the minute he’s circling it your orgasm is crashing over you. You thrash in his hold, a pornographic moan ripping through you.

“Fuck yes angel, fucking cum for your daddy. Pussy is fucking squeezing me. Gonna make me cum. Look at me.” His hand leaves your clit, roughly gripping onto your jaw so he can pull your head to the side. It’s borderline painful the way your neck is craned so you can look up into his blue eyes. But when he smashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss you can’t bring yourself to care.

Rafe continues to fuck into you, his tongue invading your mouth, intertwining with yours. He pushes his hips flush against your ass as he reaches his high, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“That’s it, good fucking girl. You're so good for me.” He releases your throat, pulling out of you slowly, causing you to whine. He eases you onto your back, leaning over top of you to place a much more tender kiss than before on your lips. “Let me clean you up baby.”

He gets up, quickly wetting a washcloth in the ensuite bathroom. He rushes back to your side, running the warm cloth along your folds.

“Mmm thank you, daddy. That feels nice.” You hum.

“Yeah? Gotta take care of my angel, you’re my responsibility now. I’m going to do everything and anything you need.” He lays down next to you, pulling you into his side so you can rest your head on his chest. “I am sorry about the way I went about this. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat. The first day I saw you I knew I needed to have you. Knew you were meant for me.”

“I feel the same, daddy. All you had to do is ask. Although, I must admit, it was honestly pretty sexy this way. You might be observant but there’s still a lot you have to learn about me.” You happily nuzzle into his chest. You’ve never felt so safe before. “I love my room by the way, it’s perfect. Does this mean I don’t get to sleep with you though?” You pout.

“Of course you get to sleep with me, Angel. I just wanted you to have a space of your own here.” He runs his fingers through your hair, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “There’s going to be ground rules that I want you to follow, but we can go over those when you’re more clear headed. Wanna take a bath?”

“Yeah Rafey, a bath sounds nice.”

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My girl - Rafe Cameron

pairing: dark!jealous!rafe cameron x sweet!girlfriend reader (protective!jj maybank x reader in 2nd story)

warning: blood, knife cutting, taking out birth control, SA, manipulation, etc.

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3rd person pov

Y/n enjoys her high-paying job at the country club. At first, she had come to her interview to discuss a desk job, but the boss insisted. He implied that her communication skills were good and that she had a friendly pretty face.

The boss wanted her to ride the little go-cars and give us drinks or anything the golfers needed. At first, it was boring but after everyone came back from the holidays, the country club had more people.

She would get tips up to 100 or a little more. Mostly the men were older and flirty, but at least she could pay for her college and house bills.

“Anything you fellas want from the kart?” Y/n asked as she hopped out. Y/n walked around the kart to open the freezer box as the boys watched her in her mini skirt. “Yeah, we would,” a familiar voice said, making her look up.

“Rafe!” Y/n happily said as she ran up to him and jumped in his arms. Of course, he came here today just to see her, but his mood changed a second ago after Kelce spoke and eyes his girl.

“Hey, boys,” Y/n said with a smile as Rafe slowly placed her down. “What being you guys here?” Y/n asked them, knowing they barely go golfing. “Ask your little boyfriend,” Topper said with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about seeing my girlfriend?” Rafe asked as he pulled y/n into him by her waist. “She’s hard to not see,” Rafe said before placing a kiss on her lips, giving y/n butterflies.

“Well, I have to go, but come see me on my break,” y/n smiled as she walked back to her kart. “Nice outfit, Mrs. Cameron,” Kelce complimented. “Thank you so much!” Y/n said. She had said her outfit was cute today when she looked in the mirror earlier.

Topper laughed at Kelce's comment as Rafe gave him a death glare. “Look at her, and I’ll beat your head in with this golf club,” Rafe threatened as his girlfriend pulled off, so she wouldn’t hear him.

Y/n knows how Rafe used to be, but he’s been doing a good job of hiding his old self from her. Yes, sometimes, he’ll get pissed off or roughen her up a bit, but lucky for him, y/n is into that. As long as it’s within her limits.

“You know, you might want to cuff that because I don’t know how long people are gonna, you know, respect you,” Kelce took a jab at Rafe. “And why is that, huh? You one of those people, Kelce!?” Rafe asked as he grabbed Kelce’s shirt collar.

“No, no, man, I would never. But others will, like Maybank over there,” Kelce looked towards JJ who he saw come in a few minutes ago, probably looking for y/n as usual.

“Like, who comes to see their friend at work every day? Days you’re not here,” Rafe asked as he let go of Kelec’s collar. “Motherfucker,” Rafe threw his golf club and began speed walking towards the building y/n was just now getting to.

“Subs!” Y/n hugged JJ after he opened the bag he had brought for her. “Your favorite sub took. Supreme BLT!” JJ said as y/n pulled back. “I have to pay you back this time then,” Y/n said but JJ insisted as always.

Y/n and JJ sat down at a table outside and began talking about what they could do later on with the rest of the group.

JJ smiled as he watched y/n take the biggest bites. He loves seeing her happy. She keeps him going, but knowing she’s with someone like Rafe, angers him sometimes.

“Now what do we have here. JJ Maybank attempting to get in my girl's pants. Again,” Rafe said as he stood over the two. “Rafe! Stop saying that, please. Especially in public,” she looked around, ensuring people didn’t hear him.

“Why should I stop? He’s doing everything in public, and so can I. Do you now see how he’s rubbing this shit in my face!?” Rafe asked y/n. “What shit is he exactly rubbing in your face, Rafe? He’s being a normal friend,” y/n said before taking a bite of her sub.

“Besides, I didn’t even know you were here,” JJ smirked. He actually didn’t, but he loved watching Rafe spazz out. It’s a chance for y/n seeing how he really is no matter how good he treats her.

“Yeah, of course you didn’t, Pogue,” Rafe spat. “Rafe!?” Y/n got up in his face and pushed him back and away from JJ. “I told you about that! That’s not nice,” y/n whispered, always feeling a type of way after he said it. He never learns when it comes to that word.

“No, no! This bitch over here comes here every day to eye fuck my girl, and you just let it! What the fuck is up with you?” Rafe asked, causing y/n to take a step back. Her eyes instantly felt watery and burned.

JJ quickly stood up at Rafe’s words and his voice changed. “Oh, look look. What’s are you gonna do, bitch,” Rafe lunged at JJ and pushed him. Usually, JJ fights back, but he let it slide this time. He needs y/n to see what a dick he is.

“Oh, now you don’t fight back? You’re really trying to win my girl over, huh? You see this bullshit, y/n? Aren’t you smart enough to see this shit!?” Rafe’s words began to hurt y/n so she left without a word before taking her sub and drinking.

“Wow, good look for you,” JJ shook his head before running after y/n. Rafe wanted to finish JJ right then and there, but he couldn’t. People were watching now, and he couldn’t make his dad look bad.

“Hey, babe!” Y/n said as Rafe entered her house after whatever meeting he had today. Yes, Rafe was a fool for what he did earlier today, but y/s is an attached person. She can’t go too long with being mad at Rafe but it seemed he was still angry for earlier today. “Hey,” Rafe responded.

“What’s up with you, baby?” y/n asked, already knowing what was up. “Oh, nothing, just forgetting how you let JJ love up on you earlier today,” Rafe said, making y/n sigh.

“Babe, I’m sorry, okay? But you can’t just come to my job and fight JJ. I can get fired!” Y/n said, making Rafe chuckle. “Good, because maybe then you won’t look like a pretty little snack for the Kooks out there!” Rafe shouted in her face.

“You’re being very rude today, Rafe,” y/n turned around to walk away, but Rafe pulled her back around to face him. “No, you’re just being friendly today. You’re friendly every day,” Rafe tightened his grip on y/n’s arm.

“That’s just how I am, but I’ve never cheated or anything, Rafe,” Y/n said, trying to pull herself away, but Rafe gave her arm a warning yank. “Doesn’t matter. Anyone can think you’re theirs with how you act. They wanna claim you, like Kelce said,” Rafe said.

“Like Kelce said? Look, Rafe, I don’t want-“ y/n tried to speak but Rafe released her hand and gripped her neck. “No! You don’t get to speak anymore. You’ve said enough today,” Rafe said before pulling y/n toward her room.

“Rafe!” She tried pulling back, angry that he always leads to sex when he’s upset, and she lets him get away with it. “Everyone will know you’re mine after tonight,” Rafe said before pushing her onto her bed.

“Ow, Rafe!” Y/n said as she leaned up and moved back onto her bed and watched Rafe go into her bathroom. “You’re a sweet girl, princess, but sometimes you need to be treated like you’re only meant for me,” Rafe said as he walked out of her bathroom, remembering her kink kit was under her bed.

As he walked over towards her, she backed up, not knowing how Rafe was feeling right now. Usually, he gets his punishment over with, but tonight, he had something new and permanent.

“W-What are you doing?” Y/n asked Rafe as he looked through her big duffel bag. “You’ll see,” Rafe said. Y/n stayed in place and watched Rafe look through her things, not knowing his intentions until he pulled out a knife he had bought for them both.

“Rafe, no! I-I can’t do that today,” y/n said, remembering the last time. He barely did anything, and she still felt everything. She never tried anything on him, because that’s not really her style, but for Rafe, she tried to get into it.

“It’s not about what you want tonight, baby. It’s about what I want, and I want everyone to see what you mean to me,” Rafe said before lunging at y/n. “Rafe, no!” Y/n screamed as he held her how he needed her.

“What are you doing!? Rafe, take it easy, please!” Y/n begged, but he couldn’t care less, as he was close to trapping her. “Rafe? Rafe, wait! That’s where my-“ y/n tried wanting Rafe, but he already knew that.

Rafe, slowly dug into y/n sensitive flesh, right next to her implanted birth control. “Rafe!” Y/n cried out loud as Rafe moved the knife inside her to plop her implant right out of her arm.

“Good girl,” he said as he placed the knife down next to the bed. “You see this, baby? This right here is what’s keeping them from knowing where you belong,” Rafe said, showing her implant.

“Rafe, die hat did you do?” Y/n sobbed, barely processing what he was trying to do and what he just did. All she could feel was the pain in her arm and how he held her down after she pleaded.

“Ssh, princess. I’ll make you feel better,” Rafe said as he placed y/n down. She continued her cries, not holding back as he got undressed. You would think Rafe would feel bad, but instead, he stood over her as he jerked himself to get fully hard.

He’s been hard since he drove home. He couldn’t get the thought out of his head. The thought of doing all do this just to get down to the end. He can’t let y/n walk around free anymore.

“You know how much I love it when you cry,” Rafe said as he slowly got on top of y/n. Y/n didn’t think about fighting back, as she was too busy crying over the pain and betrayal.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty. You gotta understand where I’m coming from with this, baby. They all want you, but I can’t have them want you. I just can’t,” Rafe said as he slowly moved in between y/n’s legs.

“Rafe, please. I-I need space,” y/n said, finally saying what she’s been trying to get in her head. Rafe quickly reacted to her words and wrapped his big hand around her neck.

“Space? You want space now? The only space you’ll be having is from that fucking Pogue when you’re at home, homesick from this baby,” Rafe said as he began tugging at her night shorts.

“What? What are you talking about, Rafe, I just- I just can’t do this shit right now,” y/n said, still sobbing a bit but letting Rafe, her boyfriend continue undressing her until her bottom was fully exposed.

“You’re not getting fucking space y/n! You really think I’ll let you out there when you’re single, or on a break!? You’ll definitely cheat. Just like Kelce and Topper said,” Rafe said as he grabbed his cocky and forcefully pushed at y/n’s entrance until he was fully in her.

Y/n whined at the instant stretch Rafe gave her. “P-Please,” y/n begged, feeling her head spin. “Look at you, so fucking desperate. You’re soaking my cock already,” Rafe groaned in y/n’s ear. “You’re basically begging for it, aren’t you? You want me to breed?” Rafe asked, triggering y/n’a mind.

“N-No, no, Rafe,” Y/n said, now remembering why her arm was in so much pain. “Oh, yes, baby. I’m doing it,” Rafe pinned y/n down my her arms, squeezing the wound he gave her. Y/n screamed in pain, but Rafe mistook that as pleasure as the poor girl came around his cock.

“Fuck, baby! I swear you’re so fuckin’ tight. I could give you more than one,” Rafe felt his orgasm right around the corner as y/n’s eyes began to slowly close. “It’s okay, baby. We need mommy to get some rest anyways,” Rafe whispered in y/n’s ear as he finally spilled inside of her.

Y/n groaned in pain as she woke up on her bed. Y/n was seconds away from falling back to sleep until she remembered everything that happened.

Y/n quickly looked to the side to take a look at her shoulder, and she wished she hadn’t. Her blood was everywhere. She was bleeding out, and Rafe had no intention of helping her before he left.

Y/n groaned as she quickly got up. She can’t be here any longer. He’s done enough. Y/n grabbed a bag, panicked it then left her house to head to JJ’s like she planned to do tonight.

“JJ!? JJ!?” Y/n slightly shouted as she banged on his front door. “Yeah, yeah,” JJ said as he approached his front door. He roughly opened it, ready to scoop y/n for being at his house late until he saw the state she was in.

“Holly- Y/n, what the fuck!” JJ said as he grabbed y/n and helped her into his house. “What the fuck happened to you?” JJ began to panic as he placed her on his somewhat dirty couch.

“Rafe — He stabbed me. H-He took out my implant in my arm,” Y/n said in pain. “That motherfucker!” JJ said as he started scattering through his house to find things to help y/n.

“Did he just leave you like this!? Like he fuckin stabs you and leaves!?” JJ asked, still looking for the med kit he uses when he has some things going on with his father.

“It was for a reason — H-He like, you know, had sex with me and like, he uh, he c-came in me to teach me a lesson, which is okay! I-I should have been a better girlfriend,” y/n said, feeling guilty already.

“Oh, hell no, we’re not doing that. Fuck no! That’s rape! Y/n, he’s trying to baby-trap you, y/n, do you not see that? Like, that’s a crime!” JJ said, getting even more pissed off than he was.

“I don’t know,” y/n said, feeling every emotion at once. “Just stop thinking, and let me do the thinking. You need to relax and let me take care of you before I go and beat this dude's ass,” JJ said as he grabbed the med kit he finally found.

After helping y/n out with a few stitches, JJ put her to bed. She tried talking to him and calming him down, but she ended up getting too tired. She needed a rest.

JJ is currently at the bar that Rafe and his friends drink at almost every night. He told himself he wouldn’t do anything too bad so he’d be there for y/n, but he would do what he needed to do, to show Rafe that what he did, he would not get away with or do again.

“So you like assaulting people now?” JJ asked as he walked up the stairs to the bar. Rafe looked passed his friends in confusion until he saw JJ. That’s when Rafe smirked with a chuckle, knowing y/n had told him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be stealing somewhere, Maybank?” JJ asked, acting innocent. He sees nothing wrong with what he did. “Aren’t you supposed to be forcing your girlfriend with a knife somewhere?” JJ asked as he gave JJ a push.

Rafe and his friends stood up in JJ’s face, about to fight but Rafe stepped back, causing his friends to do the same.

“What are you talking about? I’d never hurt y/n,” Rafe smirked. “Yeah? Tell that to the 5-inch fucking stab wound in her arm, mysteriously where her birth implant is. You’re a fucking psycho,” JJ said, still trying to keep himself together, but it’s hard after what Rafe has done.

“I did us both a favor. Now she understands, and I get to talk around stress-free,” Rafe said. “You cut her implant out, had sex with her without her consent, held her down, and left her bleeding out on her bed. You guys think this is okay!?” JJ asked the people listening in.

“Because I don’t. My best friend is at home, in my bed, in a safe place because her own boyfriend forced her to cut out her birth control. After all, he’s jealous of people talking and looking at her. That’s not her fault! But he punished her, and you guys think that’s okay!?” JJ kept speaking.

Rafe at first didn’t care about what the Pogue had to say until he looked around, seeing the worry on people’s faces. “Did you actually do that, Rafe?” Topper asked. “Dude, we didn’t think you’d take it that seriously,” Kelce said.

“Oh, shut up. You both tease me every day about her. And you! You fucking bitch. You get too close to her. She’s mine,” Rafe got in JJ’s face, and that was enough to send JJ over the edge.

JJ quickly gave Rafe a punch to the face and then continued throwing punches until Rafe’s friends pulled JJ off of Rafe.

“If I catch you alone at any time of day, you’re dead,” JJ spat on Rafe before pushing both, Topper and Kelce off of him. “You can be friends with him, but don’t defend what he did,” JJ said to Rafe’s friends before he left.

After a week, everyone on the island had known what Rafe did to y/n. The police department investigated and found proof everywhere.

Rafe was supposed to come to court today, but he decided he had other things to do. He’s now on his father’s boat, on his way to a house they own on another island.

His father knows about this. He’s the one who tells him what to do until he finds out how to help his son, but Rafe can’t wait that long.

On the way to the island, Rafe was thinking about ways to get everything he wanted in a different home. He still wants y/n. Even after she betrayed him, he has to get her the hard way. He’s willing to do that just for her.

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