𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 - imagines, f.w

3. relationships | pavlikovsky

🎵:  juliet // cavetown ( rob is the literal loml <3 )
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- big warning : sexual assault -

relationships are made to last, right?

your supposed to have sex with your partner, right?

even if your too tired, i mean you always have to spend time, kiss, cuddle.
i guess it's what lovers do, right?

"boris.. i- i'm a little tired tonight, i'm sorry baby." i whispered, silently terrified of what could happen next.

the drunk young man, who was away the whole night, took a step closer to me.

it was early in the morning, a little after two - in fact.

boris had fled from our house at around seven o'clock, without telling me where or how he was going.

"but моя любовь, i need body, i need to feel." boris hissed, the boys thick, russian accent twisting and bending through the words.

"i know, yes i know boris. but maybe, could we just get some sleep? i was worried sick all night, and i'm just not in the mood." i asked, a fresh tone of fear in my voice.

i stood up from the living room sofa, and i slowly made my way over to him.

"but y/n.. did, hear? did you hear? i want to, now."

his words shot a shiver down my spine, and i took a step closer to him.

boris raised his hand, and i flinched in response.

"why so scared, angel?" he inquired, pulling his hand to my cheek, and gently rubbing it.

"i just don't want to have sex right now, baby." i urged, softly bringing my arms to his hand, and uncomfortably
bringing them down with me.

i observed the drunk man, his facial expressions changing with each word.

"i want to, so come-on." he commanded, grabbing my hand and forcing me downwards.

"i don't want to, love." i whispered, trying to hide the fear i was currently feeling. an uncomfortable lump formed in my throat, as boris gripped his hand harder around mine.

"y/n, you do what i say, suck." he bellowed, forcing me down to me knees.

"boris, no." i maintained, frightened of what may happen.

"did you no' hear? i not fucking care! suck my dick, ты раздражающая шлюха!"

hearing boris speak in russian while mad is bad enough, and thinking he was cursing at me in the foreign language was worse.

i slithered myself backwards to the wall, considering he previously pushed me to the floor.

watching the lanky man come towards me, with a dreadfully scary expression formed on his face was bad, but watching him unlock his belt from the hoops was scarier.

"do i need to hurt you, принцесса?" he threatened, twisting his belt around his fingers as a some sort of warning.

"please don't hurt me, boris." i stammered, now terrified for my life.

i was now pushed against the wall, but i knew i could run out the hallway, and make my way to the bathroom for safety.

i gradually pulled myself up, and i ran for it.

i ran towards the bathroom, opening the door and locking it as fast as i could.

the banging on the door was so, fucking scary.

"open!! i'm boyfriend!! you love.. me!!" pavlikovsky commanded, banging on the wooden door.

i lay in the bathtub, for what seemed to be about an hour - listening to his bullshit.

i could hear him get quieter, his bangs getting slower, his anger slightly stopping.

"okay then.." suddenly he stopped, i could hear him getting tired, but i never thought he'd stop.

the silence was comforting, until
he spoke up agein.

"i love you, принцесса" he consoled, tapping on the door.

his footsteps fled from the hallway, and i lay my head down at the side of the bathtub.

i couldn't believe what just happend, considering he had promised to stop drinking.

i couldn't believe he would try and force me, to do such stuff.

"did you no' hear? i not fucking care! suck my dick, ты раздражающая шлюха!"

his previous words replayed in my head, ringing through each time they did.

"i'm waring you y/n, you've heard what he's done to other girls"

"yeah y/n!"

"they are rumors, guys. just rumors."

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if you've ever been in an uncomfortable relationship, please, please speak up.

i'm young, i've never been in such, so i have no idea what happens, or if i've wrote this right.

i feel so fucking terrible for people who've went through this pain, and i just wanted to remind you all that i love you, and your not alone.