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𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Chapter 1: Promises

📖 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 red 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 purple.

⚠ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 18+, afab reader, kook!reader, toxic!rafe, dark!rafe, ghostface!rafe, dark themes, toxic relationship, mentions of addiction, manipulation, jealousy, guilt tripping, love bombing, anxiety mention, profanity, [ smut: unprotected piv, dry humping, oral fem receiving, fingering, edging, slight face fucking?, handjob, missionary, cowgirl, overstim, praise, breeding & choking kink ] mentions of blood, slight gore, knife use, murder & death.

📑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.7k

🦇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: it’s here!!! it’s also the way i was supposed to post this in the summer but then got unmotivated then got back on it and it’s perfect for the season now, happy october! anyway i’m so excited about this mini-series as i have loved the scream franchise for years so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it. (this is also my first attempt at writing smut and actually posting it, but we all start somewhere so hopefully it’s decent.) let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist !

💌 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @assi-me-issa @darkscrossfire @mounthings

©𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩/𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

Ever since you got accepted into your dream university on the West Coast, you had a weight lifted off your shoulders, at least a little bit of it.

Your family and friends were all happy and excited for you to achieve your dreams that were coming true, except your boyfriend, Rafe who didn't seem too fond of it even if he said he was. There was only a month left until you had to leave for university, and it's been recently that you thought of breaking up with Rafe. As fucked up as you felt it was, you had your reasoning.

Before issues started, Rafe had given you a promise ring after you graduated high school, and you did see yourself with him as everything seemed so beautiful at the time if you put aside the bad parts beginning to worsen as you and Rafe had spent the entire summertime together meaning you had little time to yourself. Your reasoning for breaking up with him other than a long-distance relationship; Rafe's addiction was worsening then after a couple of tries of helping him was a fail and him treating you worse than ever, and your intuition was feeling weirder every day, you started questioning yourself if you wanted to be with someone like that, but when you took time to yourself while Rafe was away for a little while on vacation with his family, you discovered yourself more and needed to put yourself and dreams first. You couldn’t let anything get in the way of that just like Rafe and his problems were starting to affect it by distracting you. He had graduated a year before you, so you would’ve assumed he had his life figured out already, especially with the kind of father Rafe has, but he didn’t.

You told Rafe to come over as you wanted to tell him in person how you felt. He agreed to it since he wanted to spend more time with you before you left, even though he hated thinking about it, despising it even. Rafe never expected you to leave him, although it was a fear he had.

“Why did you start to think that us parting ways is the best idea?!” Rafe asks you with offense in his tone.

“Because it is!” you protest, “It’s always been my dream to go to school on the West Coast, and I want to focus on that— my career, everything!”

“We can make it work!” Rafe insists, “I can’t believe you want to throw away three years just like that?”

“That was never my plan, Rafe.” you say, “But as the day gets closer… I can’t see us together. You refuse any help on your addiction which is getting worse, and you know that. We’re both going on two completely different paths. We wouldn’t work— most long-distance relationships don't work."

“This is fucking bullshit,” Rafe mutters to himself, slamming your bedroom door shut and leaving your home.

This wasn’t over, even the relationship, and you knew you two would have to talk again, but you didn’t know when. You sigh as you sit on your bed running your fingers through your hair. A part of you felt awful and guilty, and the other part felt relieved to say how you felt toward him; it was like the knot in your stomach was finally detangled, but not completely.

Arguing with Rafe was exhausting enough, no matter how much you had tried giving out you're reasoning in whatever you two would go on about, but your boyfriend always had to have his way.

𖤓

The next night, to your surprise, he had called you first, but Rafe usually held in a grudge for more than a day, so you wondered what had changed if any change at all.

“Hey,” Rafe says through the phone.

“Hi, Rafe,”

“Listen I... I’m sorry about yesterday,” he apologizes, “I just think you haven’t thought it through enough… I love you, Y/N.”

You felt sorry not only for yourself but for him, too. Your gut telling you one thing, but your heart was telling you another. You started to fidget with your promise ring, but you couldn’t take it off nor return it, and it’s not like Rafe would accept the ring back because he wouldn’t and more than likely would never, and a cloud of confusion was surrounding you. Maybe giving him a chance couldn’t seem to hurt you as much as you thought it could.

“Just come over so we can talk things out,” you respond, rubbing the side of your temple.

And with that, Rafe didn’t hesitate and was over within ten minutes. You had texted him to let him know that the front door of your home was unlocked and to head over to your room.

You heard footsteps approaching and saw the door opening with Rafe behind it with slightly red eyes and dilated pupils. Perhaps he was crying as your initial thought while also in denial that he was high, but you were afraid to ask as you wanted the night to end up good and both sides happy and not lose sleep due to your boyfriend's issues. Anxiety was running through you as it made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Look, I’m sorry about last night,” he continues, “I-I shouldn’t have walked out like that, but I also should’ve listened to how you felt.”

“Yes, you should’ve, Rafe.” you express, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, I’m just worried, okay?!” Rafe gestures with his hands.

“About what?”

“You,”

“What about me?”

He sighs as he’s already frustrated with the conversation, “Your safety… you’re on the other side of the country. How will I know you’ll be okay at all times? I can barely even visit you on top of that— it’s just messing with me, okay? I-I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope with this. I need you to tell me how to cope."

“You’re proving my point exactly.” you imply, playing with your ring, “I knew you wouldn’t take it well, and I’d rather you focus on yourself, especially on how much pressure your father is putting on you about the business.”

“Hey! I didn’t come here to talk about that, alright?” he snaps quickly but stops himself from getting even more angry. “Sorry, bad habit…”

“So I’ve seen,” you nod, taking a step closer to him, “But this is both of our futures we’re talking about.”

“I got mine figured out.” he shrugs in denial, “I just need you to figure out yours, that’s all.”

You chuckle in disbelief, “I’ve already told you mine, Rafe. I suggest you listen to your own advice like do you even hear yourself right now?”

"Y/N, I can't imagine my life without you when you play such a big part in it." Rafe vents, “How are you going to be okay there all alone?”

“I can take care of myself just fine, but I won’t be alone,” you mention, “My best friend, Axel got accepted there, too, remember?”

His eyes narrowed at the name you had just mentioned. "Yeah, I remember." He didn’t like that.

Rafe had always shown jealousy towards your best friend, Axel, ever since you two started dating. It wasn’t much of a problem until Rafe had spammed you with calls and texts then confrontations in the end when you were out with Axel more than you had planned to.

He felt as if he were to lose you to someone or something then he knew a part of him would die. He couldn’t bear the thought, even just living in the reality of it and his worst nightmare seeming to come true.

"Please, just give us a chance. I want to make this work out for the both of us," he begs, taking your hands with his and rubbing the ring.

“I’ve given you chances before!” you acknowledge.

“But this time is different! I promise!” he pleads with desperation written all over his eyes.

"And you’ve made promises before that weren’t kept!” you exclaim, pulling your hands away from his.

You felt stuck in the situation. You wanted to cry out of the stress and frustration because it felt like choosing between Rafe and your future, but was Rafe a part of your future or not?

“I won’t break another this time, I promise.” he went on, “This is going to be different, okay? I never want us to be apart…”

His words made you feel a little uneasy, but you didn’t know what to do at this point.

“Let me think about it, please,” you insist, wanting to be left alone in your thoughts, “Just go home and get some rest.”

He nods but then hesitates to leave, “Can I at least show you that I do love you?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you agree to it anyway, “Yeah… sure,”

Rafe grabs your waist and pulls you into a kiss to show you that he’s missed this and you especially. After the tension near the end of summer, you and Rafe weren’t as intimate with each other as you both were before, except now everything was slowly coming back as it once was. You kiss back, and you’re surprised at yourself but mostly content.

He lays you onto your bed slowly as he goes down your neck with kisses and marks you. One thing about Rafe is that he was always going to make sure the hickeys were always visible. He tugs off the end of your shirt and looks at you for permission, and you nod, but he needs you to say it.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,”

“Yes, go on,” you answer.

Rafe lifts your shirt off as you take his off too and reveals that you’re not wearing a bra, no complaints though, he loves it. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” his eyes scan you and his hand travels to your breast, squeezing one as he marks the other making you whine. He was still on top of you and went back to kissing your lips, caressing your neck slightly, and gripping it while grinding himself on you as you felt him getting hard through his clothing. Rafe was eager, but so were you. Perhaps you were missing the feeling of being wanted by the other, maybe it was driving you into that stressful mindset earlier, and maybe you just needed to get fucked; it has been a while.

His arousal was turning you on even more, but you already wanted and needed more of him. “Please… I need you, Rafe.”

“I’m all yours,” he assures while getting up and pulling down your shorts and lowering his head, giving kisses to your inner thighs. He wraps his arms around your thighs and goes down on you with his tongue swirling around your clit and sucking harshly. Two of his fingers enter inside your folds, going in and out at a slow pace only to tease you while his cold rings add to the sensation. “Go faster,” you say.

Rafe does as you say while he devours you as if he is craving you, which he is. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, arching your back as you grind against his mouth. He smirks at the look of your satisfaction. He continues while his other hand travels to your breast, squeezing it, and you lay your hand upon him while you run your fingers through his hair on the other.

A vibration was going through your body as you felt your climax reaching, “I’m close,” you mention and Rafe stops, “Why’d you stop?” you question him with the disappointment that was clear in your voice.

“I’m not just stopping there.” he laughs softly as he unbuckles his belt.

“Wait,” you pause, “Do you have a condom?”

“If I knew this would happen, I would’ve,” he admits.

“Whatever, I’m on the pill, anyway.” you grab his face and pull him down to your level kissing him again and his tongue enters your mouth.

Rafe started stroking himself as he already was dripping with precum, but you take over by teasing him by palming the tip, and then stroking him as he’s massaging your swollen clit with his hand while you start stroking him faster to tease him back from earlier which caught him by surprise in a good way. “Aw, fuck, just like that,” he catches a glimpse of the way your acrylic nails looked so pretty as you’re stroking him, “I’m paying for your next set just so you know.” He pecks your lips.

“I need you… now.” you whine, and he quickly adjusts himself, “You ready?” he smirks.

“Yes,” you respond, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He starts slow at first so you can get used to it again and wait to give him the okay to go faster. “Tell me if it hurts, it's been a while,” he reassures, and you nod.

Rafe grips your hips as he thrusts in deeper and deeper, “Okay, go faster,” you confirm, and he fastens his pace making your body feel euphoric. His grip on you was so strong, but you were numb to it as the pleasure he was giving you was taking over. “H-harder!” you demand, moaning in his ear.

“Fuck!" he swears in between his moans and lets go of your left hip to put a grip on your neck slightly choking you and looks into your eyes. “God, if only you could see yourself right now, you look and feel so fucking amazing.”

Your smile in pleasure as you dig your nails, leaving scratch marks on his back from how fast and hard, he’s going. Rafe didn’t mind it though, it added to the fun, and it felt good to him as well.

“I-I wanna ride you,” you confess as you’re catching air and Rafe slows down. “Did you say you wanna ride-”

“Yes,” you confidently reply.

Rafe asks again, "Are you sure? You've never done that before, it might hurt."

"But I want to now," you reassure him, and he softly kisses you and happily switches positions with you to do so.

You forget how big he is as you're readjusting yourself until you're comfortable since it's different from your point of view then you ride him slowly to start. “You can take it. I know you can,” he grins.

Rafe squeezes your thighs and your hips then holds on there as you start going faster, he could’ve came right then and there but wanted you to do so first. In his world, you’ll always be his priority.

“Mhmm,” you moan with your eyes rolling back as you feel your g spot being hit perfectly making you moan again so loudly that you were so glad you had the house all to yourself tonight, “Holy fuck! You’re doing so good, beautiful, so good.” Rafe praises you and pulls you into a hug while you’re still riding him, he stuffs his face between your breasts with kisses traveling to your neck and sucking harshly creating more marks, and you’ll look bruised by the end of the night.

At this point, you start seeing stars and feel your high coming, “I’m close!” you cry out.

“So am I, you want me to fill you up, huh?” Rafe teases, “I’ll gladly do so, I’d do anything for you, I promise you that.”

You spill all over him as he fills you up right after which awakens something in you to keep going. Rafe is caught off guard, but it feels so good, “Awh, f-fuck,” he doesn’t want you to stop but his stamina is running out.

“You can take it,” you smile as you mimic the way he teased before and you take his hands to your breasts massaging them.

He whimpers at his overstimulation causing to you smirk, “Come on, I thought you said you wanted to fill me up? You can do it one more time for me, I know you can.” you tease, and once he hears that, he does as you both mentioned feeling the warmth spilling out.

“That was fucking amazing and so were you,” he says as you lay down next to him, catching your breath.

“Back at you,” you kiss him and he grabs to the tissues on your nightstand to get you cleaned up.

Rafe smiles and pulls the sheets up to you both to keep you from getting cold.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, too,” you add, “I guess a lot was going on, it added to the stress.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I’ll always be here when you need anything, even if it’s just my company. I promise.” Rafe reassures, pulling you into his arms.

“Thank you,” your eyes lighting up at him, “I love you, Rafe,”

“I love you more,” he kisses your forehead, “Get some sleep, it was a long night after all.”

You chuckle and close your eyes, feeling safe in his arms.

𝟏:𝟎𝟔 𝐀𝐌

Rafe woke up nearly forgetting where he was but smiled to himself when he saw you still silently asleep in his arms. He looks at the alarm clock on your nightstand and sees the time. It's not as late as he thought it was, but Rafe had a plan before coming over, and that was to get rid of someone or something that stands in the way of your relationship with him. The first one was your best friend, Axel.

It was the perfect night to do as your parents were on a trip with Axel's parents which meant he was also home alone. The adrenaline was rushing through Rafe as he quietly got out of bed trying not to wake you which wasn't much of a problem since you are a heavy sleeper. He gets dressed and makes sure to turn off his phone since he had no intention of bringing it with him and hides his phone in a dresser you have and makes sure to put it on the bottom with clothing on top of it to hide it.

Rafe nearly swears out loud when he remembers he can't go out the front door nor the back doors since your phone and your parent's devices get notifications of the doors opening and closing. Luckily for him, he snuck out through your bedroom window which is the same window you used to use to sneak out of. He successfully made it to his car and drove it down to the destination he needed to be at l, Axel's house.

Arriving at the house but far away enough to not be seen, Rafe remembered about the costume hidden in his trunk, he had a plan. It seemed silly at first to wear one, but he wasn't planning on getting caught, although the thought of recreating one of his favorite movies was exciting to him. Imagining the people, he hates suffering in agony had brought a type of satisfaction to him, but now there was no more imagining it; he was bringing it to life while a life pays for it to be seen by his very own eyes.

There Axel was peacefully painting a new art canvas. He was going to major in art, but why did it have to be the same university as you? That's what Rafe's problem was. His house was built with lots of those types of windows where anyone could easily see anything. Rafe had already put on the black cloak and the mask with a knife ready in his hand and hid where there were no windows then he pulled out a burner phone he had prepared with the voice changer to give Axel a call.

"Hello?"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"That's so original, isn't it?"

"If you wanna talk about something original, you're speaking to the original."

"Alright, listen, man, you got the wrong number. Nice impression though, bye–”

"If you hang up on me, I'll smear your own blood on that canvas you were painting!"

Axel's heart drops and looks around the windows outside, but he sees nothing except the pitch-black night.

Rafe laughs at the silence knowing Axel is scared for his life.

"What do you want from me?"

"I'm not asking for much only just your life."

Rafe sees he's next to the electrical panel and cuts the wires making all the power go off.

"Stop fucking with me, man! I'll call the cops."

"Oh, I don't they'd have enough time to get here, you do live in the middle of the woods." Rafe grabs a large heavy rock with his hand, "Besides, you'll be dead by the time they get here."

Quickly, Rafe throws the rock to a window to distract Axel and runs to the other side where a door with a glass window that he needs to break to unlock the door.

Rafe succeeds in breaking into the house and hears Axel in another room swearing to himself.

"Shit, this can't be happening," Axel shakes as he tries to find something to defend himself with while Rafe is in the kitchen and throws a glass cup to the living across from him where he saw Axel painting earlier just to see if he'll move.

Axel tries to run out the front door but Rafe sneaks up behind by stabbing him in the back and then putting him in a chokehold before he starts stabbing his chest and stomach multiple times making Axel scream in agony, but he fights back throwing himself backward with Rafe to the wall of glass picture frames and making them both fall to the ground as glass shatters everywhere. Rafe quickly gets up and looks down at Axel who struggles to get up by slipping in his own pool of blood. Rafe kneels to him as he watches him suffer in his own agony and waves his knife around.

Rafe starts swinging his knife again but misses and slices the bloody canvas instead when Axel flips over his body to avoid the knife. This angers Rafe even more to which he wipes his knife with his gloves then stabs the knife onto a wooden table, and grabs Axel by the collar of his shirt making him face the mirror then grabs his knife again and points with it. "Take a good fucking look because this is the last thing you'll ever see before you die," Rafe scowls in his normal voice.

"R-Rafe?' Axel struggles to say before Rafe sliced his throat open and is left there to bleed to his death.

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“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

If there’s errors…look the other way ^^

The incessant ringing of the phone was driving you mad. Every 10 minutes it would go off, shattering the peaceful atmosphere of your movie night while you were chopping up some fruit.

It only made you more irritated that this was your only day off – the one day you had to yourself, away from college, work, and the recent spate of murders in the area.

Now some inconsiderate person was ruining it.

You take a deep breath and answer the phone, hoping it's someone who will quickly get off the line. "Hello? Who is this?” you say, trying to keep the frustration from your voice. A deep sigh, escapes your lips as you shove a strawberry into your mouth.

The fruit's sweetness does little to distract you from the unsettling silence on the other end of the line.

The only sound is the crackle of static. Your fingers twitch on the verge of disconnecting the call, the silence grows too unbearable.

But then, a voice slices through the static. Hollow, disembodied, it sends a chill down your spine,

“You look great in red."

You freeze, feeling the coldness of the knife in your hand as you stare down at your dark red tank top. You swallow hard, feeling the lump in your throat.

"What did you just say?" You press the phone closer to your ear, almost as if you were hoping you had misheard.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Do those strawberries taste good?”

His uncanny knowledge of the strawberries makes your stomach turn. The feeling of being watched starts to creep up on you as you carefully survey your surroundings.

“Who the fuck are you? This isn’t funny.” You blurt into the phone.

“Do you think I’m joking around? But that cute, dumb expression on your face is making this so much better.”

Everything is thrown out the window as your attention is consumed by the caller. You hang up the phone in distress and trust your instincts, quickly making sure that all the doors are locked. The ones that are previously unlocked are secured without delay.

The eerie sensation lingers.

Your mind races with questions. Could it be a prank? Is it just my friends and their stupid jokes? Your heart pounds with a mixture of fear and curiosity, as you wonder who or what could be responsible for this unsettling feeling.

The phone's shrill tone cuts through the silence once more. Initially, you're inclining to ignore it, but a nagging sensation tugs at your consciousness, urging you to.

The feeling of being observed grows more and more unsettling as you carefully examine your surroundings.

Every step you take seems to be met with an invisible gaze, as if someone or something was watching your every move.

You reach out for the phone, your other hand instinctively clutches a knife from the counter. “Listen, I don’t know who you are but leave me alone asshole!” The sheer uncertainty of the situation weighs heavy on your shoulders, constricting your chest and making each breath a struggle.

“Do you think I already made it inside your house before you could make sure all your doors were locked?”

As the words escape the person's mouth, you felt a sudden grip from behind. Two imposing arms enveloping you in a vice-like grip.

One, as solid as steel, snakes around your neck, constricting your breath, while the other, as firm as an oak trunk, clasps you tightly around your midriff. Making the knife in your hand instantly drop to the floor.

A scream, a raw cry of fear and surprise, tears from your throat, its piercing echo reverberates through every corner of the house.

In a frenzy of adrenaline and fear, you retaliate against the shrouded figure, throwing a forceful elbow that connects with a muffled grunt.

You have no doubt this is the same masked man who’s behind the murders in the cut. With a burst of energy, you break free, your feet pounds against the cold floor in a desperate sprint.

You bolt forward, your hands instinctively reaching out until they collide with the staircase. Panic muddles your thoughts as you scramble upwards, each step a lifeline.

Your mind is a mess as you run up the stairs, desperately trying to get to your bedroom.

The distinct sensation of being pursued floods your senses, a thrill of terror and anticipation intertwining in your chest.

Then there he is. The terror becomes tangible as a gloved hand ensnares your ankle, yanking you mercilessly back down the steps. Your body tumbles in a confused mess and you let out a terrified scream before his hand suddenly changes, seizing you by the hair and forcing you to the top of the stairs.

Your jaw strikes the hard floor, causing your entire body to ache. He leans in to press his chest firmly into your back and grasps your shoulder blade. Under the surface of terror, there’s a crazy rush that serves as a terrifying reminder of the peril you’re in.

A wild thrill beneath the veil of fear.

The man grinds his hips against your loosely covered ass. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Your breath hitches, it’s in equal measure because of his words and the depth in his voice. The raspiness in it as if he’s trying to invade your mind, and it’s working.

A stranger. This is happening.

“I’m going to ram my bare dick into that tight cunt of yours and rip you apart and you’re going to take it like the dirty whore you are.”

Holy fucking shit.

This is crazy. He’s crazy. You’re crazy.

You know you shouldn’t, I mean this is almost likely a murderer and god knows what else? He broke into your home, he might even kill you if he wants to.

And yet, you buck against him, your ass nuzzles into the hardness of his cock beneath the costume. You feel the bulge, you can feel it through your shorts.

You know how much it’ll hurt your virgin self. But it’s impossible to stop, not when you’ve gotten this far.

“Do you really think you can fight me, slut? Huh?”

You don’t know what snaps inside you. If it’s the name-calling or the condescension in it, but you squirm as a scream echoes through the empty darkness.

You twist around, squealing as you hit and claw anywhere you can touch him.. All that results is him tilting his head beneath that stupid, stupid mask.

His grin widens beneath it.

For years Rafe has pined over you, watching from afar. Even when you never noticed. You were a good girl, closed off and quiet. You weren’t a social butterfly compared to everyone else in town.

When he first saw you walking home from the library in that short black dress that hugged your waist perfectly, he knew he wanted to have you.

His obsession only grew when he saw how you were in private. If you asked him he could name all your favorite songs, foods, shows, and games in a second.

He wanted nothing more than to be by your side making you laugh and smile.

And he loved jerking off to the thought of you, thinking about fucking your tight little pussy as you begged for more.

What made it better was you never got close with any guys. Even if you did, they wouldn’t last long.

You were unattainable for him, but not anymore. He has his chance and he’s going to take it whether you like it or not.

He grabs both of your wrists and slams them above your head on the stairs as the shadow of his abdomen flexes over you.

You try to kick him as you wiggle, releasing god-awful raspy pants filled with the need to survive and something else. “Let me go, you fucking asshole.” You choke out.

You sound like you’re in danger, and you are. The only problem is that you want it.

Slap!

You need it.

You gasp as the sting registers on your face. He just…slapped you and…you’re wet. “Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs your chin with his calloused fingers and shakes you, and you swear you’re dripping into your little shorts.

He growls in frustration, his fingers curling into tight fists. His grip on your hair tightens as he yanks your head back and rams you against the stairs.

You yelp and your hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at your shorts.

Why are you becoming horny in this type of situation?

Fuck just blame it on the movies.

You kick your legs in the air but your strength doesn’t match him. Even with the costume you can feel his muscles. Your heart races with the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you struggle against his weight.

“Fight all you want.” He pulls you closer, his hardened length grinds against your exposed lower half.

Rafe yanks your shorts off, cupping your clothed pussy with his palm letting a moan escape from your mouth. “Ah! Wait-no! This-o-oh...”

His hardened dick throbs, wanting nothing more than to fill you up and breed the shit out of you.

Your heart races as he rips off your panties eagerly and touches you instantly.

He slaps you on the pussy and you squeal, your back arching. The stairs feel so rough against you, but even they add a strange sense of stimulation.

“Look at your cunt weeping for me. Such a dirty slut.”

“I’m not…not a slut…”

He smacks your soaking cunt again, you whimper-squeal as he savagely thrusts two fingers inside you.

It’s so much rougher than when you handle myself, you can barely ever fit more than a finger. You wince at the unfamiliar sensation, growing wetter around the intrusion.

“Do you feel how my fingers are stretching you? Soon, it’ll be my dick and it’s bigger and harder.” You feel his palm rub against your clit as he relentlessly thrusts his digits inside you, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“You’re so fucking wet f’me…knew you were a whore.”

Overwhelmed by the dual sensations, she finally succumbs to the onslaught. Your mouth falls open, “Oh f-fuck..!” Her body convulses violently, her orgasm taking hold and milking his fingers.

He grunts in satisfaction as he feels her tightening around his fingers and her walls pulsing against them.

“Yes, strangle my fingers before you take my thick dick up this tight cunt.” He picks up the pace, his cum covered digits digging deeper into her soaked folds. It fuels to your orgasm and you don’t think you’ll fall down from it as the sound of his zipper reaches your ear.

He forces your thighs apart, not so gently. “Open them wide for me and keep them there.” You try to fight, but he pinches your clit, causing a sob to tear from you.

With his hand in your hair, he wraps the other around your throat and powers inside you in one brutal go. Your mouth remains open in a soundless cry and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the violation of his huge cock. It’s the literal definition of being torn apart and feeling every second of it.

“Mmm…a fucking virgin. Even fucking better.” The satisfaction and pure sadism in his tone leaves you gasping.

It’s so much better fucking you firsthand compared to his imagination, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe how much he waited and here you are, beneath him, clamping down on his cock

“I can feel your blood coating my dick. The best lube I’ve ever had.”

He pulls back almost all the way out and slams back in. Tears gather in your eyes from the sting of it, furrowing your eyebrows in pain. The way your being stretched and filled to the brim is overwhelming.

The pain is searing, burning, as his thick length stretches your tight little hole. You can barely catch your breath with each thrust, every slide of his hips.

And the most screwed-up part is that you’re craving the degradation and the immorality of it all. He drives into you with renewed energy, as if he’s indeed trying to tear your flesh and leave you bleeding on the floor.

“Oh my god it hurts…! Oh, p-please-..”

Your voice breaks with each plea, but he shows no mercy, his cock plowing deeper and harder into you with each passing moment.Your voice becomes high-pitched, almost hysterical now.

“Stop..! It hurts..oh, my fucking god..”

You don’t know why you’re saying it. It’s not like you want him to stop. In fact, you’re falling into the sting of pain more than you would ever admit.

Rafe groans loudly, his massive cock pistoning in and out of your quivering opening. “Take it all, bitch”

“S-slow down..”

But he doesn’t slow down anyway. He takes it to the next level until your breathing is chopped off. Until all you’re releasing are guttural sounds from deep in your soul.

“Mmm…yes, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice is deeper, darker, and laced with a frightening type of lust. Animalistic, even. “Pussy so good f’me.”

“Holy fuck!" you scream as his cock hits your cervix. It's too much, but somehow, it's also exactly what you've been craving.

He rolls his hips and then drives in again, making you see stars in the pitch-blackness. The stairs dig into your back and your air supply diminishes more by the second due to his hold on your neck and how dizzy you are.

The fact that you’re being fucked senseless by a man wearing a ghostface costume in the dark should be any sane person’s nightmare. It should twist you up and drag you down.

You should be crying because of the pain, and while you are, it’s not only that.

It doesn’t turn you off. It’s the exact opposite. Your body quivers under his assault, begging for more as your mind drifts into a haze of pleasure and pain.

You’re so wet that the audible in and out of his cock echoes in the air. The tangible smell of sex and sweat surround you both until they’re all you inhale.

And him.

There’s always him, hovering over you, immobilizing you in place and powering into you over and over.

He goes on and on, ramming inside you like he’s punishing you. Like you’re just a worthless hole he’s using to get off. “Do you feel yourself strangling my dick? Such a whore, even while being a virgin.” Your jack slacks open letting out incoherent words, “Oh-god..! You...”

“Ahhh…so fucking good.” He tightens his hold on your throat until you think you’re gonna faint.

“What’d ya say? Gonna say something about how im fucking your needy and tight cunt?”

But something entirely different happens. “We both know you like it-fuck..!”

You come.

This orgasm is different from anything you’ve experienced. There’s no buildup to alert you to the impact or those tingling sensations at your core whenever you’re about to reach a peak.

You can barely breathe as you let out a scream and shatter around his cock.

He picks up the speed of his thrusts, causing your back to slide up and down the stairs. It lasts through your orgasm, fueling it, heightening it, before he pulls out.

A groan escapes you when your pussy’s nerves tingle, indicating how sore and battered it is. You blink in confusion, still caught in your orgasm-induced haze as you stare at him.

He releases your throat but not your hair as he crawls up your body and settles on top of you so that his knees are on either side of your face.

Grabbing his hard cock in one hand, he slaps you with it across the lips and you taste the precum. “Open that mouth and take me like a good whore.”

“What-..? I don’t know how to-“ When you hesitate, he hits you three consecutive times on the lips and slaps your jaw. You open your mouth slightly and he thrusts inside taking advantage, instantly hitting the back of your throat. “There ya go..fuck yes. Your throat feels so goddamn good.”

You choke and attempt to squirm, but his grip on your hair tightens. He uses your mouth in the most brutal way possible, making you gag on your drool and tears. He barely allows you any air before he drives back in and does it all over again.

And again.

Your jaw is numb and your pussy aches, but the itch inside you is still there, demanding more.

Just when you think he’ll keep fucking your face all night long, he pulls out. “Open your mouth wide. Let me see your tongue.” You do as he tells you, wincing.

He moans, “Fuck….” Hot cum sprays all over your mouth and chin. “Lick every fucking drop.” You lick your lips, swallowing, tasting the both of you.

“Yes…”

He taps your mouth with his cock, not too hard now, but enough to get your attention. “You’re mine.”

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v-velvetykisscs · 2 years

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Backstabber

ghostface! rafe cameron x you

SUMMARY: in which the outer banks’ masked killer “Ghostface” reveals himself to be rafe cameron, your boyfriend. you discover his secret and confront him and threaten to call the cops on him but he seems to have another idea in mind.

WARNINGS: strong language, emotional abuse, violence, gore, death, toxic relationship, depictions of murder, angst, kidnapping.

NOTE: this is my first rafe fanfic, hope you like it ! ♡

“Here are the latest news report on the OBX’s masked killer going under the pseudonym of Ghostface, taken from the titular murderer in the famous horror movie franchise ‘Scream’. Local authorities seem to have concluded that the homicidal criminal is targeting residents from the south side of Kildare Island for reasons which are presently unclear. The Kildare County Department also urges everyone to continue following the curfew put in place and to report anything out of place immediately to police.”

You scrunched your eyebrows deeply as you listened in to the update given by the news anchor lady who spoke monotonously, her voice steady and her eyes flickering back and forth on the screen as she read the script in front of her eyes, delivering chilling piece of news in a tone devoid of emotion.

You shuddered as your mind drifted to the thought of corpses of residents from The Cut, glazed eyes unblinking, the colour drained from their dirtied bronze faces blistered by the sun, darkened blood matting at the beginning of their foreheads, gashes entrenched deep into torn up flesh.

Shaking the unnerving image out of your brain, you relaxed further into Rafe’s colossal; firm chest, a hand rested on top of his torso, over the thin fabric of his white v-necked shirt, feeling the defined muscles underneath, picturing his figure as sculpted as a greek god marble statue, muscles flexing and thin veins tracing a path over his tanned hands up to his broad shoulders. You let your head slip further down his chest, listening to the drumming of his heart. The sounds from the news report on the large TV framing the elegant green plaster on the walls of the Cameron boy’s living room stopped abruptly. Blinking through thick eyelashes and heavy lids you looked into Rafe’s orbs: slate outer rings lined the teal hue of his irises, fading into dilated black pupils fixed you intently, his eyebrows perfectly symmetrical and straight, his lips drawn in a thin line as his line of vision was pulled down to your puffy lips then back up to your face, his own alluring features a hair’s width from merging with your own. Retracting his face from yours he grinned at you, cupping your cheek. His buttery soft fingers running the length of your cheek, coldness from the fat, golden ring around his thumb grazing your skin. He placed the TV remote onto the glass table in front of the couch, with his free hand. Remaining focused on your worried expression again, the tip of his thumb ghosting over your red lips. “I’ll protect you from this monster, I promise.”

You placed a warm hand that had been buried underneath the blanket draped over both of your lower bodies over his chilly palm.

“I just can’t believe some sicko is roaming these streets, terrorising people from over at The Cut. I mean those dudes are pretty harmless to say the least-” You admitted, wholeheartedly.

Rafe’s eyebrows knit together at your words, ogling you silently before interrupting you unexpectedly.

“Those people are thieves and abusers, they take whatever they want from us for their own twisted enjoyment. If you ask me, they’re only getting what they deserve.”

His voice was loud and gritting, spitting out the words “thieves” and “abusers” like they’re venom on his tongue. You perked up from your position, withdrawing yourself from the warmth radiating for Rafe’s body taken aback by his accusatory and judgemental tone. You knew about the way that Rafe felt about people around The Cut and always tried to convince him to see them otherwise but what he’s just suggested felt like a little too much. You knew that Rafe had always been vexed by the rogue, free-spirited Pogues, much more now that his sister was involved with them but you never thought his dislike for the less fortunate outside of Figure Eight to run so deeply.

“Nobody deserves a knife in the back Rafe”, you retorted.

There was a long pause as you waited for him to respond, the glare he gave you pinned you in your spot. His lips twitched to turn upwards into a crooked smile, eyes flashing bright momentarily, revealing a hint of something deeper impenetrable and unfamiliar to you. His eyelids squinted back down as he eyeballed from one of your eyes to your lips then back up to your other eye in a triangular manner. His hands glided over the blanket to lay behind your seated smaller frame, his forehead against yours. He moved a strand of your hair behind your ear and whispered,

“Maybe you’re right.”

Rafe smashed his lips onto yours with fervent passion melting into sheer roughness as he gripped your hair back, eliciting a moan from your lips which he used to grant himself entrance into your mouth. Tracing his tongue over yours, he left a translucent web of saliva trailing down your mouth, going back in to bite your bottom lip softly, tugging at it sensually. His lean and tall frame slithered in between your open legs, hovering over your flushed body.

Despite the pleasure and excitement beginning to pool between your legs, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking back to the unrecognisable look that flashed through his aquamarine-coloured eyes. He was acting off, way off.

Rafe peppered a careful; meticulate trail of kisses from the outer corner of your mouth and across your jawline, rounding his swollen lips around the tender spot on your neck when you gently pressed your hands against his chest. You searched for an excuse but your brain was muddled, as tangled as wires, your nerves worsening as you observed the expression of confusion and hint of disappointment on his face.

“I need a shower. If that’s okay with you?” you asked hesitantly, in truth you had felt like your skin was slightly grimy and sticky but hoped that he would buy this.

He smiled softly, tracing a finger along the line of your collarbone, his eyes flicking down to the exposed flesh and back to your eyes, his lids half open and a lustful smirk growing onto his mouth, his dimples appearing on either sides.

“Of course baby, take your time.” he replied instantly.

You nodded, getting up slowly and gave him one long look before going around the sofa and up the stairs behind it, leading to the rest of the floors within his majestic mansion house. Your feet padded against the floorboards of the wooden staircase, a hand on the banister as small creaks resounded with your every step. You mount the last stair, arriving on the second floor and walk across to the white door leading into Rafe’s room. You close the door soundlessly and lock it, pacing to the ensuite bathroom in his expansious bedroom. You turned the shower knob briskly and turned around to walk back in the bedroom, your eyes darting around the monotonous room. No paintings hung from the blue venetian walls and there were near to no decorations. Only a solid mahogany dresser, a teak bedside table next to a king’s sized bed, decorated in white and light blue satin pillowcases and a grey fur blanket draped over the white undersheets; a bookshelf stripped to only a few books. You dash across the room to the dresser and open one of the drawers fumbling around for anything wedged between his clothes and desperately trying to put things back in the way they were.

Skimming through the next two, you close the drawers looking under the teak little table and press your face onto the floorboards, squinting at the darkness under Rafe’s bed, you put your hand out to feel under but there is nothing concealed under it. Wiping the dust off on your washed out denim short shorts you go for the bookshelf last, sliding the glass pane protecting the books open. You open the few books there are one by one until your fingers take hold of a hard paper back. You open it to see a rectangular hole has been cut through the pages and within it a sealed plastic pouch filled with white powder sits. You take it out to inspect it, your heartbeat quickening and face becoming flush with anger. You placed the book back onto the shelf and stalk across the room loudly, your footsteps resounding, you nearly slip on a floorboard.

A loose floorboard.

Your eyes slip down to the plank underneath your naked foot and see that it is wriggling. You bend down, sinking your fingers down onto the gap and sliding it off with force. It budges slightly and dislodges off.

The hairs on the nape of your neck and arms stand erect as you feel the colour slip away from your face and your heart drop straight into your stomach.

Trembling, you pick up the mask up and bring it up into your hands.

The doorknob rattles, making you flinch suddenly.

“Baby are you alright in there?” Rafe’s voice from outside asks loudly, his voice laced with worry.

Instinctively, you respond in a dulcet tone.

“I’m fine!”

“Will you please let me in?” the golden doorknob rattles more feverously than before, instantly giving away his desperation.

You silently place the floorboard back in its place after putting the evidence back in - reassuring yourself you would come back to take it - and crane your head up to look at the window besides his bed. It’s too high to try and make the jump and you have nothing to use to make a makeshift rope.

You’re left with no other choice. In a mock sweet tone you shout back at him.

“Coming!”

You rush across into the bathroom, opening the cabinet behind the mirror above the sink, grabbing the vintage cut throat razor on the shelf. You grip it tightly behind you, your knuckles turning white around the wooden handle, slipping it into the back pocket of your shorts, covering the shining silver edge by pulling your tube top over the blade. You breathed in shakily before twisting the doorknob and being face to face with a worried looking Rafe, his brows and corners of his mouth frowned.

“Are you okay? I heard some loud banging noises in there.”

“I’m okay.” you assured.

“I just slipped and sort of twisted my ankle” his eyes flashed with concern at hearing your lie.

“Let me take a look at it” he offered immediately, guiding you to walk over to his bed. You sat as steadily as you could manage and let him bend onto his knees. Inhaling deeply with a fake wince you watched as he held your ankle in his large hands, caressing the skin.

“I don’t see what-”

In an instant, you had him pinned on the spot with the sharp edge of the razor blade pressed lightly against his neck. His eyes instantly gazed down at it and up at your face with a look of horror as his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly. His neck craned up to look at you at an awkward angle as you scowled at him.

“You murdered those innocent people.” your voice was trembling and accusatory as you loudly sermoned him. You hesitated as you admitted your thought.

“I’m going to tell the cops.”

His eyes pooled with unshed tears, threatening to cascade the length of his narrow cheeks. He blinked, a tear meandering down to the corner of his mouth as he nodded as subtly as he could, aware that if he moved any more the blade would nick his perfect skin. His face contorted slowly into a sneer and he chuckled silently at your daring attitude, as he stood up from his position on the floor between your legs, forcing you to stand with him carefully. Despite learning of his real nature, you couldn’t help but be afraid of truly hurting him despite the warning the cold edge of the blade on the flesh of his neck held. Deftly plucking the makeshift weapon out of your hand he discarded it onto the furthest side of the room, out of reach as he gripped your wrists tightly, making you howl in pain as you twisted over as he pulled you down.

“I was hoping you’d never have to find out.”

You wriggled your hands around Rafe’s, finding the weak point in his grip and tugging at the space in between his hard thumb and index finger clutching onto your hand and tugged again, freeing yourself from his strong grip. You elbowed his face and ran for the door, throwing it open.

“Bitch!” He screams.

“Y/N! Get back here!” he implored with a raspy shout.

He recovers quickly and as you bolted across the corridor before he gripped your ankle causing you to tumble over onto the hard floor, your hands flying to cover your face. Shifting around to face him, slowly climbing the length of your leg you shook him off frantically like he was a venomous python on you and kicked the side of his thigh which destabilised him off you for a fraction of a second giving you the chance to spring up from the floor and down the stairs, through to the kitchen. You slid on the marble flooring, scrambling to get to the kitchen island and unsheathed a kitchen knife from the wooden block and turned just in time to see Rafe standing over you, you yelped out and recoiled quickly, creating as much distance as you could from him. He approached you slowly, raising his hands slowly in front of him as if to show you that he was unarmed and to prove that he didn’t mean to hurt you. Unfazed by his silent reassurance you backed up until you hit the edge of the counter your knife pointed out toward him in warning.

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just stay away from me.” you begged desperately bargaining to make him let you go unscathed. He hushed you slowly with a repeated shh sound, subconsciously coaxing your body to relax into his familiarity.

“It’s okay, I know.” , he whispered, ghosting his fingertips over the top of your hair, picking up a strand delicately.

“I know you won’t.”

Those were the last words you heard from him before a brute force came flying onto the side of your temple, knocking you off your feet as your vision turned black.

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papajscupcake · 7 months

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I PROMISE YOU THAT BABY

I PROMISE YOU THAT BABY | GHOSTFACE!RAFECAMERON X FEM!READER |IMAGINE

PAIRING: Ghostface!RafeCameron X Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: She finds out he’s Ghostface but is he the bad guy he is made out to be

WORD COUNT: 1749

WARNING(S): swearing,knives, mentions of murder

AUTHOR NOTE: It is officially spooky season well has been for the past two weeks BUT I’m going to try to be posting spooky imagines so watch out for them okay Bye!

It was late at night about 11:00pm, she had just finished her shift at the restaurant she has work in for 3 years now, usually she would be tired and wanted to go straight to bed however tonight she felt a bit more awake and bouncier today then usual, so when she stepped into her apartment and locked the door she practically skipped towards hers and her boyfriend’s room.

they have only been together a year and a half and decided 5 months ago they should move in together, they were so in love a type of love you would see in Disney movies but when she is with Rafe he was the perfect man for her, he was her Prince, she thought of him as the most loving,caring and innocent man you would ever meet, but what she didn’t know,

he was far from it.

She goes up to the door and opens it wider revealing Rafe In a long black robe with his mask in his veiny hands, she stops in her tracks as he mouth hangs open in shock her eyes unmoving from him,

a gasp coming from her lips also stops Rafe from what he was doing and turns his head quickly in her direction a look of surprise and guiltiness shines in his wide ocean blue eyes

“Rafe you still there?”A voice from his phone asked but her mind was elsewhere to hear who was on the phone

The feeling of betrayal runs thick through her body and she does what her gut tells her, she turns and runs back out the bedroom.

On her way out she swings the bedroom door shut behind her and races to the front door but Rafe was quicker and manages to grab her waist pulling her harshly into his arms then started to forcefully drag her into their bedroom

“let go! Get off me!”The girl yelled kicking her legs and thrashing around in his arms when her gripped on her body harder she let out a scream, Rafe covers her mouth muffling her scream and he pins her to the wall covering her mouth with his glove covered hand and holding her to the wall the best he can with her wriggling body

“Be quiet!”He hissed pushing his hand harder into her mouth she lifts her knee up and uses as much force as she can right into his stomach and bites down onto his finger hard enough for him to let her go

“Ow Fuck! ‘….’!”he exclaimed holding his finger and stomach she takes this chance and starts to run out the bedroom door she doesn’t get lucky and get tackled to the floor

“No! No!”She exclaimed as she tried to army crawl away from Rafe but he pulls her leg’s towards him

“Baby just trust me”He whispered to her once he managed to pull her into him successfully, he gets up before dragging her back towards the bedroom once again, not believing a word from her boyfriend she tries to crawl away from him

he shuts the door with his foot then crouches next to her pathetic attempt of escaping and flips her onto her back before straddling her waist and rests his legs on her arms enough for her to be trapped but not hard enough to hurt he grips his hand on her jaw preventing her from speaking

“Sh sh sh baby no screaming now”He hushed staring into her panicking wandering eyes which land on the knives on the bed which causes her to panic more and let our a muffled sob

“Calm down!”He growled pushing her further onto the floor as he tries to keep her still but she doesn’t stop moving and tears of pain and feeling betrayed are flowing down her cheeks

“Let me go…Please-Rafe let me go”She cried and sobbed as the tear trickled down her cheeks

“ ‘….’ stop! Stop! just-stop moving your going to make it worse for yourself!”He reached to the side and grabbed one of the knifes and held it up to her cheek making her stop instantly while another choked sob escapes her lips

“Are you going to listen now? Because if you don’t I will cut you!”he tries to gives her a gulity look showing her sympathy which she knows he’s not very good at showing his emotions however she did notice this detail

he takes his hand away from her jaw and very gently puts the knife to the ground beside her head as if he didn’t what the unknown person on the phone to know he was faking this whole act, he leans down to her ear gave it a little kiss then whispered

“Just go with this okay? I wont and never will hurt you, I promise, trust me baby”He whispered and gave her cheek a small peck before leaning up straight and looking at her with pleading eyes

she sees in his eyes that he doesn’t want to do this and who ever was on the phone he didn’t want to disappoint them and possibly cause them to kill Rafe she nods telling him silently that she will play along

“Okay! Okay please don’t hurt me!”She cried making Rafe give her a grateful smile

“Good, you are not going to tell anybody what you saw and if I find out you did, oh baby then you can say bye bye to your friends”He spoke loud enough for the person on the phone to hear

“No-“She fake sobbed shaking her head

“Yes! Yes ‘….’ ! everyone you love well apart from me of course I will kill them if you tell anyone! All you have to do it keep that pretty mouth shut”He said cupping her cheek with his hands instead of hatred and disgust like his words his eyes held such a different feelings such as guilt,love and sympathy.

“Fuck you”She gritted through her teeth tears glistening in her eyes as she still felt the pit in her heart of being betrayed in the first place and a stray tear goes down her cheek

“God,You sweet dumb thing, I’ll let that slide for now since this is a new fun game but if you do that again you and your friends won’t be so lucky, okay baby?”Rafe spoke using his thumb to wipe away the tear

“Okay Rafe”She choked out a sob

“Good girl, now let’s go and finish making a plan to kill our-well mainly your friends, your gonna help or you know what will happen”Rafe leans over to the bed and grabs his phone before pressing the speaker button

“Rafe? Did she agree?, is she in?”The voice of Ward Cameron asked a voice that should no longer be heard as he was annoyed dead a month ago, she eyes widen at the voice and she stared into his eyes while he stared in her

“Yes she did Dad, and I will go over the plan with her”Rafe answered staring at her trying to not tear up at her confused and betrayed look on her face

“Okay son if she doesn’t follow suit, kill her we don’t need a pathetic and useless bitch on the team”Ward Cameron growled making Rafe clench his jaw at the insult his father said about the girl and look at his girlfriend who stared at him waiting for his answer

“Alright dad, bye”He said before hanging up and throwing the phone onto the bed he looked at his girl then stood up holding his hand out waiting for her to take she lifted hers and took it Rafe helped her up and held her cheek wiping the tear away

“Baby I’m so so sorry, I was going to tell you but I couldn’t he would’ve killed you if I told I-“He began to ramble but got interrupted when she pushed his chest making him stumble away from her with teary eyes

“Why would you do this? I- I trusted you and you fucked me over! How could you you fucking asshole!”She exclaimed hitting his chest which Rafe let her do looking into her tear filled eyes with so much guilt and pain

“I didn’t- I don’t want to do this baby! He’s making me! If I didn’t agree to do this he would’ve killed you and maybe even killed me too”He admitted after She stopped hitting him and was now just staring at Rafe while he spoke

“I get if you want to break up with me and never want to see me again or tell everyone that my family and I are the killers but I haven’t killed anyone that was all Rose and my dad I promise you and I want you to know that I love you so so much and I would never ever hurt you”Rafe gave her a small glance up from the ground he was staring at previously she let out a sigh and took a step closer to him

“Rafe baby, I’m not breaking up with you…”She whispered reaching to take his hand in hers which he let her take she tubbed her thumb along his boney knuckles staring at them for a moment then back up to the boy who was watching her carefully

“But if what you just said is a lie then I will not hesitate to tell the others”She told him in a stern tone that honestly made a shiver go it Rafe’s spine he gulped and nodded his head

“I understand, baby, I’m sorry I-“He began but got interrupted

“You tackled me, dragged me along the floor, put a knife to my cheek and pinned my arms down, it’s fine- I mean it’s not but I forgive you” She said lacing her fingers with his

“Did I hurt you? I really didn’t mean to if I did-“He was surprised when he heard her chuckle softly

“What-why are you laughing?”he asked with a eyebrow raised “You are just adorable even though your family are killers”She explained he let out a short lighthearted scoff and shook his head

“So are we okay?”he asked looking at her with hopeful eyes

“Yes doofus that’s what I’m saying”she exclaimed with an eye roll he let out a small ‘oh’ then softly pulled her into a hug

She pushed her head into his chest snuggling into his body tightly

“I’m sorry that I bite you and kneed you”She whispered looking up at him with innocent pleading eyes

“It’s okay I deserve it, I’m gonna stop this, I’m going to stop this for you”Rafe whispered back then leaned down and gave his girl a peck on the lips

“I promise you that baby”

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