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strangers // rubber man!rafe x female!reader

summary ; you thought you were alone in your new house. but the truth was...you never were.

warnings : rubber man belong to american horror story S1 (no spoilers). mature content. violence. threats. toxic and sick behavior. mentions and using of basement. oral (f&m receiving.). fear enthousiast. latex suit/mask. creepy strangers trope. manipulation. twisted plot. dubcon. p in v. erotic fantasy. handcuffs. fucked up concept. strangers by ethel cain lyrics inspiraton.mentions of murder. be careful with the warnings please. 3k words.)

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you were done with the concept of reality.

it didn't make any sense anymore from the moment you moved into this giant house far away from your past life. and on your first night, you started having strange dreams about a mysterious masked man. you didn't know what he looked like, can't even portray him correctly because every time you saw him he was always wearing this damn latex outfit. the black suit was tight enough to make the features of his body totally impressive, especially the massive muscles hidden in the fabric, the rubber material plastering the outline of every ridges of his abs. his tiddies were so big and perfectly sculpted. the dark suit hugged him up to the thighs from his toned waist, the two formed lines of his v dragging your stare down his legs.

you could feel that beefy body through the air of your room, but especially when his whole weight was pressed, almost crushed against your back while he penetrated you violently, each stroke fucking you hard. one hand covering your mouth while the other was stuck tight on your hip, making you unable to move under his hold, as he muffled your breathy sounds with his fingers . you were such a mess, totally losing over the violence of his thrusts, the way his cock always came back in your insides with a rough thrust until your spot was overstimulated and you clenching around his girth.

the sex felt too deep, his presence too real.

this feeling of adaptation was strange. because since that night, every time you were able to close your eyes, you were now prepared. you knew he was coming, and you knew what awaited you. his raspy and masculine voice was always muffled inside his mask, even when he spoke to you through it.

his large hands knew how to take possession of your body when they rested on you. he didn't need to force it to make you his, you were like his doll that he had managed to tame.

but as he appeared in your dreams, you began to lose your mind, no longer discerning reality from imagination, because everything seemed so real. except that you were unable to tell if this man actually existed beyond your thoughts.

in the morning, you always wake up with this burning heat between your thighs, this bubbling wetness and a pain throughout your body. and it was so weird how now you couldn't satisfy yourself with your own fingers. you always had the habit of touching yourself, and especially this ease in making you cum. but now your pussy has become temperamental. she wanted something better, and bigger, something that would shape and satisfy her needs.

you were therefore haunted and tortured by this mysterious stranger who came to inhabit each of your nights.

“please…” you had gone so far as to beg your pussy to make it easier for you.

you were hot and panting but unable to give yourself any pleasure, yet three of your fingers were buried inside you. you tried to stimulate your hole with rapid strokes, with a speed that usually helped you reach orgasm. except it didn't work today.

tears formed around your eyes, sensitive to this dissatisfaction, to the rejection of your own body. so you closed your eyes. you knew very well what you were doing at that moment.

“ look at you, already so pathetic that you have to beg me to touch you. ” he said, shushing you with his clothed mouth above yours, brushing the frame of your trembling lips. “ don't hurt yourself, pretty thing. ”

you imagined his fingers between your weeping slit, which were longer and bigger, more suited to your pussy. you felt each of them insert themselves into you, thickness filling your soaked walls clinging directly to them, your pussy lips parting in his path as he began to finger you with vigor. “ you're feeling it ? how deep is it ? ”

your moans had fled the corner of your lips, each sound coming out as easily as that wetness that ejected from your folds as he touched you. he had the touch, but above all know how to fuck you like that, as well as for a month, he knew your pussy better than you, and he knew how to fill it.

your hips began to move simultaneously with his fingering, while you moaned and cried, letting him be the master of your body. your clit throbbed nastily against his thumb as he rubbed circles around your button.

you were as uncontrollable like the thrusts he was giving inside your pussy. his fingers were magical, they fucked you so well that you found it hard to believe that his cock could do better, and yet, she, better than anyone, filled you.

“h-h-harder...” you barely stammered, the words coming out with difficulty from your panting mouth.

you guessed a smile through the fabric of his Mask. “what about better ? " he replied before unzipping the bottom of his suit to reveal his big wet cock whose large girth he had locked in his fist. " i think that's what that pussy wants, she's literally dripping for. ”

you nodded. “ use your words. ”

“fuck me…”

"yeah, that's what you want. because no other man can do it better than me, huh?”

" No..."

and it was like that all the time, too often. it had become normal.

No matter how much you did speed dating, went to parties to meet men, tried to get out of this spiral, you always came back to him. as if from the minute you met him, he possessed you.

one night, you came home late from a party. you could even tell that you were drunk enough to have needed your friends to call you a cab, which rarely happened.

you were dizzy enough not to realize your door was already open. you barely took three steps when your mouth had been violently covered, shutting your breath roughly while your waist being encircled by an arm was now pinned against your stomach.

you started to defend yourself but it must surely seem ridiculous because your movements were not at all coordinated. he laughed at your clumsiness when you fell to the ground, before he kicked the front door open and slammed it into the hall.

“who the fuck are you…?!” you shouted.

“how about we talk about this in a quieter place, ...what about the basement ? don't tell me you didn't know about that pretty place downstairs. such a shame. ”

he came closer to offer you his hand. “ let me fix that. ” except you shook your head. it seemed more like a trap than a gesture of tenderness. and mostly, you wanted to know who he was.

if all of this was a dream, why did this look too real ?

“i’m going to call the police if you don’t get out of my house. ” you tried to warn with a kind of trembling voice.

he leaned over you, his broad frame resting on his two bent knees, and he grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to look slightly up at him.

"but for that babe, you should at least be able to reach the phone. and it's not like i give you that possibility. ”

“ please...” you shouted in a desperate scream of rage.

"i have to admit, when i see you like that, sweetheart. it's really...tempting. but what about those threats ? don't you want to call the police ? go ahead, i'm watching you’. ”

“ please. i didn't do anything…” you said softly, you didn’t even know how to react. your instincts told you to run as far as you could, but you felt like there was no escaping him.

"you want to hear something that i have in my mind ? i thought hearing you scream was my favorite thing but that was until i heard you beg." he caressed his cheek against your tear-wet one, before his voice whispered in your ear. "if only you could hear how divine you are…”

you backed away, crawling back towards the living room before starting to run, ribcage burning from fastened heartbeats but that was obviously a stupid move because he had caught up to you. he took advantage of your fall during your impact to drag you to the ground by the legs.

"i beg you...! i will behave..."

" too late to be a good girl, sweetheart. want to have an attitude ? keep it until i'm done with it. ”

you continued to try and struggle as he pulled you to the ground, but his grip was stronger. “ are you done, yet ? Or do you want to continue that poor struggle power that would leave you anywhere but in the basement. ” you were stuck while he took you, you didn't know where in your own house.

he opened a door with a hard kick, letting your gaze on the darkness spot. it was the basement as he mentioned. you had never been there but it was gloomy, cold, soundproof and dark, you didn't like the atmosphere at all. even less with this sick person who could kill you so easily, and who, above all, seemed to want to.

“what are you going to do?”

"finally interested to know what i want? ” he chuckled with a sick face.

your heart was racing. a feeling of fear resonated inside you, and your body trembled. you couldn’t tell how many tears had ruined your face.

you knew it was impossible to calm down a man like him. he seemed too crazy in his head to listen to you. and above all his own inner voices gave the feeling of dominating him. you were powerless, and he had full power.

you had to somehow accept your punishment because you were a captive at the moment anyway.

“no more fighting?” he asked you, still smiling through the mask. “ we're done with this ? or are you gonna show me another resistance ? ”

“show me your face.” you replied.

"Bad for you, but I'm the only one who demands things here."

you lowered your head in an act of abandonment. you were tired. and above all, you barely understood what was happening to you.

you were facing a man who was hidden by a latex suit, which as attractive as the outfit was, freaked you out atrociously. you were afraid of dying, and most of all, you just wanted him to leave you alone.

“are you going to continue to resist me if i let you go?”

“are you going to give me another reason to do it?” you answered with a bigger tone.

“ enjoy being a brat? ”

“ i enjoy everything that makes you upset at the moment. ”

he laughed, and damn, you hated that laugh. it was arrogant of him. “ glad that you're enjoying our little moment because i don't know if i should let you go. ”

“ i’m asking you kindly.”

“how cute.”

" what ?"

“that you think it will change anything. ”

you raised your hand intending to punch him in the face but he cradled your arm in his fist with a smirk. "no silly moves, baby. and you know what? i'm tired of this attitude."

he had put handcuffs around your wrists. “ i let you more than one chance to behave, but now, i'm done. it's over. ”

“asshole.”

"nice try, sweetheart. but it's rafe. r-a-f-e. and if you don't want me to print those fucking initials on your body, watch that mouth."

you had weakened in the face of the threat because you knew he was capable of the worst. when he felt you shiver, he rolled the back of his hand against your thumb tenderly. "see? how are you making me act because you refuse to behave."

“you’re sick.”

“keep going, and maybe you’ll see how much.”

“go get a treatment, r-a-f-e.” you sarcastically spelled out his initials.

unfortunately for you, he wasn't amused at all.

"open your mouth." he said as he took his cock out of his suit. “I’ll show you how to make it useful.”

“I’m going to bite.” you warned.

“bite it, and I’ll make sure you feel the exact same pain. now, widen that mouth for me. you're lucky, i'm not making you beg for it, but don’t worry, it's because you're already so pathetic. ”

he pushed his cock inside your mouth in one brutal thrust, one hand resting on your shoulder, before starting to move back and forth to the back of your throat. you could feel each of his moves destroying your cavity, your tiny throat tightening like a vice around him.

his length was huge enough to open your mouth completely, stuffing you inside. your tongue wrapped around him, licking his entire girth. you had been so widened that the corners of your lips were drooling, saliva dripping over your jaw.

your vision was blurred, tears blocking your vision as you sucked, your throat violated by his thrusts. you could see his blue eyes shine, but more importantly hear the muffled grunts in the mask mixed with his heavy breath as you pumped him faster, your slurpy mouth working on him like a sex machine. “ don't be a crybaby, those tears are pretty on you but not gonna save you. ”

you had licked and moistened everything, coated his entire cock with your saliva which rolled under the veiny flesh of his dick. you thought if you did this well he would let you go. you felt his hand grip your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin as you dripped onto his dick.

it was so big, but above all it hit the back of your throat repeatedly. his fat length disciplined you with disconcerting ease. you'd be lying if you said you weren't soaked down there, because unfortunately, you were. there was a soaking wet spot in your panties just waiting to be licked and devoured.

your breathing was completely frantic around his member which continued to swell around your wet lips. he took pleasure in seeing you give him the blowjob of his life just out of desperation and fear.

at one point, he had slipped his hand against your neck, and had taken the opportunity to sink deep into you until you felt the air running out of you, and the burning feeling of suffocation. when he pulled his cock out, it was really sloppy, a trickle of drool connecting his tip and your slobbery mouth.he pushed you against the ground, and spread your legs with a movement of his hand.

"I dare you to close them..." he said, feeling your brat behavior coming back to the fore.

you hadn't moved, and he placed himself on his knees between your thighs, his cock lubricated by all your drool in his hand. he rubbed the tip against your soaked folds, enjoying running it between your nether lips, going in and out.

you started to twitch. you wanted to scream at him to put it in but you also didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"why all the fuss? do you want me to fuck you?"

you didn’t respond. you simply rolled your eyes so you wouldn't have to look at him anymore. “ should say it instead of poorly crying for it. ”

“say what?” you played falsely.

"I'm not going to repeat myself. but I can still have fun with you."

you had quickly capitulated..."fuck me...please...rafe."

and it didn't take much for him to find himself in you. he was so buried inside you that you could have even felt his balls expanding your pussy. he started to give hard strokes, hitting each of your nooks and crannies and he was touching you to the deepest. your body spasmed as he pounded your canal, and your pussy clenched around him, making him even hornier.

you moaned so loudly that he had to cover your mouth with his palm, muffling every one of your cries as he fucked you hard into the floor. you could hear the skin on your ass jiggling against the ground, and the wet sounds of his cock penetrating you echoing around the room.

“y-your...mask...” you panted beneath him. “Take it off.”

“ babe want to see who make her feel so good ? alright. ”for some reason you didn't know but he listened to you without stopping pounding your pussy.

and while you were expecting to see someone really ugly, he had removed his mask, and the sweat-soaked strands of his curtain bangs had fallen onto his forehead as he gave you another deep thrust with a twisted smile falling on his lips, making you flinch wildly.

“ satisfied ? ”

his smooth face left you speechless, you couldn't help but admire him, as he also removed the latex suit at least up above his hips. his body was as muscular as the costume had suggested. he pushed your handcuffed hands back above your head, while you dove under the identity of your stranger.

his eyes were bright, almost with tears. Was it the fucking that was so intense or the emotion? he moaned as much as you, as loud as you as the climax approached, but above all as your pussy took it so well.

you couldn’t ignore the intensity that had built between you ever since he took off his mask.

he buried his face against your shoulders, his big nose touching and rubbing your collarbones as he debauched you completely, jawline hitting your bones, each strike of his cock leaving a moan against your lips and his palm.

his dick stretched you wide, making you cum all around him. he had been drenched by your juices but he didn't stop. he continued to fuck you, not slowing down the pace. he continued to give intense thrusts until he felt your second orgasm making you panting even more.

he wanted to fuck you until you were completely senseless and dumb. he wanted to see you lose control, because he loved seeing your eyes roll with dizziness, but mostly feeling your body tremble with pleasure under the weight of his.

and your thoughts. oh, he was convinced that you were incapable of forming any of them. it was like he was fucking you hard enough that even your brain was touched and hit by his merciless.

when he came, he did it strategically inside you. you had filled with his thick hot loads which had started to drip from your pussy down to his thighs.

“already tired? "he mocked you, before grabbing your face with his hand.

" r-rafe..."

" whats the matter, brat doll ? realize that you can't take the dick you begged for ? "

when he released you, your head hit the ground, and you woke up screaming. you hastened to go downstairs and into the basement. but there was nothing except the void as your stomach ache of the strange feeling.

you slapped your cheeks, pinched your arms but nothing. It all seemed like a dream. you didn't even have handcuffs. and since when did you have handcuffs in your basement ?

you went back into the kitchen and found a note on the table. it had the police number, with the initials R C engraved just at the bottom.

but the phone rang before you dialed the number.

"hello? who's on the phone?"

“How about we play again?”

"rafe. I'm really going to call the police."

"yes, that's what I want you to do, sweetheart. but I want you to answer one question first. ”

“ say it. i'm only allowing you one question.” you replied.

“do you think they’ll find you before or after I kill you? ”

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OH MY GODD??? evil dead and rafe I love october

Can you hear the Evil Dead?

Rafe Cameron x Sarah’s best friend!femreader

Kinktober blurb! Blood play

After the book of the dead causes demon possession, you and Sarah are saved by Rafe Cameron. Who thinks a genuine thank you is deserved.

Warnings! Talks of violence! Blood play but reader isn’t injured! Light degrading? Praise! Fingering! Aged up Sarah and reader who are in college! Very minimal talk of demonic possession. Evil Dead movie references.

College break was supposed to be fun, relaxing and filled with adventures. Especially with your best friend and roommate Sarah Cameron. Yet, here you were. Hiding out in a cabin after fighting a league of demon possessed people.

She was asleep finally. After narrowly escaping an hour prior from her father while Rafe Cameron, her older brother had no choice but to kill Ward. With a fucking chainsaw.

You quietly walked into the room he was in, where he cleaned off the blade with a cloth. He was still covered in blood and shaking with tension.

The cabin was dark. It wasn’t safe to use lights and your own clothes were torn. He saved you both. He was someone you tolerated but never befriended. Rafe was preparing to take over the Cameron empire. Now, if you all survived, it would be sooner considering their dad was dead.

“Hey,” You cleared your throat and he looked up. His blue eyes icy in contrast with the crimson coating his skin.

“Is Sarah asleep?” He asked and set down the weapon. You nodded and Rafe ran a hand through his messy hair.

“I can’t believe that dumbass John B caused all this.” He ranted and you leaned against the wall. “I mean who looks at a book like that and fuckin opens it?”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same.” You tossed back and Rafe looked at you angrily.

“Give me some credit, sweetheart. Maybe I’d look but I wouldn’t open it.” You rolled your eyes and for some reason that sent him over the edge.

Rafe marched towards you and set a hand against your head. “I stuck my neck out for you and this is how you thank me?”

“Yeah because I owe you a thanks for doing the bare minimum.” You sarcastically replied despite the growing heat between your legs.

“I could have just left. Saved myself. Not picked up that goddamn chainsaw and killed my own dad.” Rafe said lowly and leaned down. You quirked a brow.

“Thanks. Is that better?”

Rafe reached down and smeared the blood that was on his hand. His thick fingers running along your collar bones, chest and finally he gripped your jaw. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction by flinching. You looked him in the eye as he pushed you harder against the wall.

“Look at that. Marked you with my mess. Thank me properly and I’ll clean you up.” His voice took on a seductive tilt and his full lips turned up.

Your heart was pounding. That was something you couldn’t hide and by the way Rafe smirked, you knew he felt it. Your pride wanted to resist but at the thought of waking your best friend, you relented.

“Thank you. For saving my life.” You gritted out and Rafe furrowed his brows.

“What? Can you repeat that, little girl? Did you actually do as I asked?” You wanted to step on his foot so bad but you swallowed the urge to be petty.

“I said. Thank you for saving my life.” You responded again, this time with significant more bite. Rafe gave you a look of respect and his hold loosened on your neck.

You knew he was leaving a bloody print around your throat but the last thing you expected was Rafe to lower his mouth. He dragged his tongue against your chest, softly licking the smear. He kissed your jaw, sucking softly and his palm fell off to rest on your waist.

He licked the blood off your flesh but it wasn’t gross. You quietly moaned and he took the opportunity to slip his fingers down your pants.

Rafe moved aside your panties, his ring cold against your thighs.

“I deserve a reward.” He muttered and caught your mouth in a kiss. Rafe toyed with your clit, smearing the wetness down. Mixing the blood and pushing two digits inside you.

Your mouth parted, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. You tasted the tang of copper and sucked his lower lip. Rafe groaned, pressing his chest against yours. He pumped you deeper, his knuckle hitting your center perfectly.

“Ride my hand, princess. Worship the very thing that saved you.”

You grunted and whimpered as a quiet squelching sound came. Rafe chuckled as you tried to muffle your sounds.

“Say thank you one more time,” He whispered and you obeyed.

Your climax hit you and you crumbled in his arms. Moaning a series of thank you’s. Rafe finger fucked you through it, until you were begging for him to stop. He removed his hand, creamy substance lighting the bright red. Rafe sucked them clean.

“Perfect pretty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to sample it with my mouth and dick when all this is over.” He gave you one last kiss and stepped back. Leaving you to breathe heavily.

Dawn was coming and monsters were still outside. But you also watched Rafe Cameron become an unwilling hero.

And he fingered you. A win is a win, right?

Divider credit: @strangergraphics

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I dream about shit like this every night

thinkin thots .. abt … grinding against rafe’s biceps … do u guys see the vision …

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OMG YESSS 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹

Rafe Cameron x ballerina!reader headcannons

MASTERLIST

🩰 Rafe is always the one to drop you off and pick you up from ballet. When he arrives to pick you up, he waits outside his truck, leaning against it with a relaxed smile. When you come out, he takes your heavy bag from your shoulder, effortlessly swinging it into the back of his truck. He always opens the passenger door, offering you a steady hand to help you get up, his concern evident as he supports you, knowing how sore your legs and feet are from class.

🩰 You’re the only person he allows to rest your feet against the dashboard. He understands the pain that comes from hours spent on pointe, so he prioritizes your comfort above all else. With a thoughtful touch, he ensures you have space to stretch out and relax, knowing that even small comforts can make a big difference after a grueling ballet class.

🩰 On especially hard and exhausting days, Rafe helps you undress with gentle care and prepares a hot bath, just as he always does after your late-night classes. He ensures the water is the perfect temperature, adding soothing bath salts if you like, and sets up candles so you can unwind and ease the tension from your muscles.

🩰 Rafe, of course, helps you break in your pointe shoes, finding the task to be incredibly therapeutic.

🩰 After a grueling performance, Rafe knows you crave comfort food. He surprises you with your favorite post-show treat, whether it’s a homemade meal, a special dessert, or a late-night takeout from your favorite restaurant.

🩰 Rafe is your biggest fan, constantly encouraging you through the highs and lows of your ballet journey. He celebrates your achievements and supports you during challenging times, always reminding you of your talent and dedication.

🩰 Rafe loves to be your personal cheerleader backstage. He’s always there to offer a pep talk, a comforting hug, or just a reassuring presence before you step onto the stage.

🩰 This man worships your body, giving you full body massages!!

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rafe “i know you’re cumming, ‘can fuckin’ feel it” cameron

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SIR KINK PLEASEEE

thinking about detective cameron.. mmm 😵‍💫😵‍💫 definitely makes you call him detective/ sir in bed

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THANK YOUU Im so glad u enjoyed it

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CONTENT ⊹ 18+, rafe x brattyfem!reader, silent treatment, smut (on his boat), p in v, creampie, degrading — m.list

slightly inspired by this tiktok edit of him saying “don’t shake your head”

first fic im sorry this sucks ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎აㅤ

Once again, you’re giving your boyfriend the silent treatment. You’ve lost count on how many times you have done this. You can’t help it, he has a habit of getting on your nerves whenever you’re having a bad day. Even when he tries to make amends by taking you out on his boat, your frustration doesn’t go away.

You were sitting in the cockpit while he opened another water. “Seriously? Keeping your mouth shut?” His tongue flicked out, touching the corner of his mouth, and his eyes met yours. You inhaled and a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “I’m just tired today.”

“And so you ignore me?” He replied in a slightly irritated tone. “You know how much I hate when you do this.”

He glared at you, his eyes narrowing as they roved over you. Despite the bright sun shining down on the two of you, the only thing you could really feel was his gaze. "Come on," he spoke, his voice sharp and impatient. "Say something. I'm done with your bullshit."

You shaked your head, “Don’t shake your head at me.” His jaw clenched and the way he tilted his head, gave away how tensed up he was too. Before you can begin to respond, he’s already sitting beside you with his hands at the nape of your neck turning your head to face him, “If you don’t start talking, then I’ll make you.” He said sternly.

The waves are quiet and calm. You bite your lip slightly, “Christ,” he muttered under his breath. You feel his hands go and spread your thighs apart easily. “Rafe-“ You began but he shoved two fingers in your mouth to the back of your throat. His warm breath fanning your face as spit pooled from your mouth.

“Oh so now you want to talk?” His sneered mockingly at you as you stared at his piercing blue eyes, “No, I don’t think so.” Your eyes watered as you gagged on his fingers, face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You tried to pull away, but this only leaded to him shoving his fingers deeper and deeper into your throat.

He grabbed a fistful of your shorts, yanking them down to your knees. With one swift move, he slid his hand to your crotch, cupping your wet pussy through your panties. "Fucking knew it, already so wet for me?"

You try to speak but get cut off, “I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, his voice cold and harsh. His fingers kept working their magic inside your mouth, teasing and tormenting your sensitive flesh. You tried to speak again, but all that came out was a muffled sound. Your heart pounded inside your chest from the arousal you were beginning to feel. Even his presence alone was enough to make your breath quicken.

You could never resist rafes touch, and he knew that.

As your heart raced, rafe finally pulled his fingers from your mouth, leaving it feeling cold and empty. He quickly moved his hand downward pushing your underwear aside, rubbing his slick fingers against your swollen clit and into your wet pussy.

The corner of his lips curled up a little. You squirmed in pleasure as his finger entered you, pushing deeper and probing your wet folds. A soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by the sound of his fingers rubbing against your swollen clit.

"There we go,” rafe said, his voice husky with desire. "You're so fucking tight around my fingers. Let me hear you moan." And with that, he thrust his finger deeper inside you, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips. “Oh, God," you moaned, your head spinning with pleasure.

Rafe groaned as you clutched his wrist, your nails digging lightly into his skin. Your body arched into his touch, craving more. "Oh fuck," you gasped, feeling his fingers penetrate you even further. He let out a small laugh under his breath, “You like having your pussy stuffed with my fingers, don't you?" You moaned in response, not being able to form words.

He flexed his jaw, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. Subconsciously you licked your own, he stirred beside you and took out his fingers. He grabbed both your knees and laid you back on the soft cushion.

Looking down at you, he cupped the side of your face roughly. His other hand moved between your legs, spreading them apart once more. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, “You look even better with my cock in you too.” He tapped the side of your face with his hand.

The anticipation was killing you as he stared deeply into your eyes, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

Your eyes darted as he started removing his pants. “Rafe, I’m sorry. I won’t ignore you again-but people might see," you managed to stutter out between breaths. "I don’t give a shit," he interrupted, his eyes darkening with lust. With that, he continued to unbuckle himself, his cock already hard and throbbing against his pants.

You gasped as he finally pushed inside of you, filling you up completely. He always stretched you past your limit. His hips almost immediately slammed against yours in a rhythm that made you moan out loud.

“Bought you clothes, brought you out here on this boat, got you lunch,” He groaned, pounding into you. “And you had to give me the silent treatment, huh?” He growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hips driving relentlessly into yours.

You moaned loudly, your body shaking under his as you gave in to the pleasure he was giving you. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that," you panted, your head rolling back more.

His eyes flashed with satisfaction as you apologized, your voice barely audible over the sound of your moans. “You’re sorry?” His fingers dig into her hips as he thrusts deeper into her, “But you’re always sorry isn’t that right? Fucking slut-“

His thrusts grew harder and more relentless as he took you on the boat's cockpit. You cried out his name in a mix of pleasure and pain, your body arching into him. "I'm really sorry, I was just-.." Your words trail off to a moan and you clung onto him, wrapping your hands around his biceps.

His pace picked up, and he started slamming into you with unrestrained force. You moaned loudly, practically screaming. Your walls clenching around him as he pounded into you.

You couldn’t be more thankful that no other boats were around. You wouldn’t know what to do if someone (or people) happened to see you getting dicked down by rafe cameron. Maybe at that point you wouldn’t care.

The pleasure was almost unbearable, and you were barely holding on. His hips pistoned against yours, driving his cock deeper into your core.

His hips stilled suddenly, causing you to gasp around his cock. He stared down at you, his eyes burning into yours. "Why did you stop?" you asked, surprise evident in your voice. His curtain bangs shifted onto his face as he’s panting.

"Oh, you want me to keep going?" He mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The grin on his face was wicked as he stared down at her. You feel yourself getting embarrassed, “Keep going..” you murmured.

"Can't hear you, use your words f’me.” He repeated.

Then, he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that buried his cock deep inside you once more before stopping again. You moaned and called out his name as he pushed deeper into you. You felt every inch of his length inside you, and you wanted more. "Please, keep going, rafe," you pleaded, arching your back in an invitation for him to take you even deeper.

“Keep begging," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes locked onto yours as he fought against the urge to lose control and just fuck you senseless right then and there.

“Please fuck me," you moaned, spreading your legs wider for him. Your body is aching for his touch, and your swollen pussy is ready to take him as deep as possible. "Fuck me, rafe," you lightly groan out, your voice trembling with desire. He always knows how to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.

That was all it took. His thrusts became harder and faster, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. His body moving him forward as his elbows found purchase on either sides of your head, pinning you beneath him.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the cockpit as rafe fucked you harder, his hips pounding into yours. Your moans and gasps filled the air, intertwining with his rough breathing as he took you to the edge.

He chuckles, watching your fucked out face and as your cunt parts and flares around him, fluttering walls hugging his huge cock. “Such a bratty little whore f’me.” He grunted, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “Fuck, yeah.”

You feel him pulsing inside you, you moan and beg for more, not wanting this pleasure to ever end. "More…" You whimpered, "Give me more."

Hearing your plea, rafes eyes glazed all over your face and body. His thrusts intensify further, his body practically shuddering with the effort to give you what you crave.

“See? Now you’re finally using that pretty mouth of yours." His voice raw with desire. “A little slutty pussy like this needs to be throughly fucked every day.” He laughed pounding into you, he reached down and began to rub your clit in rapid circles. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling throughout your body.

“Rafe, oh god, I'm so close…!” You moaned, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he continues to thrust and rub. Feeling the intensity of your response, rafe moaned in approval. He circled your clit faster and harder, drawing out cries of pure bliss from your lips.

"Almost there," he muttered through gritted teeth. His hips keep slamming into yours, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through your entire body. "So fucking close," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your moans grow louder, echoing on the boat as you feel the impending climax. "I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and a quivering sensation throughout your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around him, pulling him down into you, milking his cock with every thrust. Your legs tremble and your body shivers, wracked with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. "Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Once you cum, rafes eyes rolled to the back of his head, a mix of lust and satisfaction etched on his face. With a low groan, he releases his seed into you, filling you up with his thick, hot cum. "Shit.." he drags out the word, his body trembling.

You lay there, your chest heaving as you catch your breath after the intense orgasm. You're twitching and aching all over, both from the pleasure you've just experienced and the fullness of your boyfriend still inside of you.

His pace slows down, his thrusts growing shallower, softer, as he catches his breath and began to come back down from the high.

“Mm..rafe,” you groaned softly, barely above a whisper. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer to you.

He gazed down at you with loving eyes, his hair falling onto his face as he leaned in to kiss you. "That’s what happens when you ignore me," he murmured, a charming smile playing on his lips. His fingers run through your hair, pushing it back gently before he captures your lips in a kiss again.

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rafe is so jeremy volkov coded CHASE ME IN THE WOODS

❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

༝ requested by @babygorewhore

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝓍 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

WARNING: CNC, fem reader, primal play, slapping, hair pulling, heavy degradation, spitting, ‘bitch’ is used, oral (m receiving), zip ties as restraints, outdoor p in v sex, boots, knife play, blood play, creampie, a dash of fluff, triggering themes, read at your own risk. (wc: 2.7k)

The crisp evening air of the forest surrounds you as you run down a fallen leaf riddled path, the crunch of dead foliage under your bare feet. Your breathing grows ragged, your heart hammering from the dread of being caught. You can see each exhale as it escapes from your lips and mingles with the wind. Overgrown branches whip at your exposed shoulders, causing red welts to take shape.

You hear the echo of footsteps behind you and your speed picks up, the sheer nightgown barely clinging to your icey skin, not doing you any favors to combat the cold. No matter how much your burning thighs and aching feet scream at you to slow down — to just take a quick break; your brain tells you otherwise. You can’t be caught, you’d much rather die than be captured by some psycho who could drag you back to his basement and torture you in ways your brain can’t even fathom.

“You can’t hide from me, whore! I can smell your cunt.” The booming voice of your predator breaks you from your reverie, you make the mistake of looking over your shoulder to assess your distance and before you can whirl your head back around, your foot hits an unknown object sending you plummeting face first into the soggy, moss littered, ground.

The crunch of each footstep grows closer, and the pain in your toe from whatever debris you’d tripped over, has your eyes snapping shut so tight, all you see now is a flash of blinding white.

“Aw, that looked like it hurt.” A fake, sympathetic voice tuts from behind you, making your eyes fly open. You squint in the darkness as a face comes into view. He’s upside down, an arrogant smile gracing his face as if he’d just hit a head shot on his kill, and you guess in a way he kind of did.

“Poor thing.” He says, with a dramatic pout. condescension dripping off his tongue as he squats down, bringing his fingers toward your face to wipe away the tears that cover your puffy cheeks.

“What do you want from me?” Your throat burns as you talk, an unrecognizable rasp reaches your ears and you try to swallow any spit that clings to your tongue but you come up short, the frigid night air and your heavy breathing have left your mouth bone dry.

“What do I want from you? What the fuck do you think I want from you?” He sneers before digging the same hand he gently used to clean your face, into your hair and gripping hard. He swirls you around quicker than you are able to register, and you come face to face with the monster you’ve been running from all night. Confusion racks your brain because he doesn’t look like a monster at all, he’s beautiful. His bright blue eyes bore into yours and his dirty blonde hair is disheveled with strands hanging over his forehead. You can’t help the clench of your thighs when he straddles your waist.

He leans down, lips brushing the lobe of your ear, causing a shiver to roll down your spine. “I’ll give you a hint, my little fawn.” He whispers.

His calloused fingers find the hem of your white silk nighty, yanking it up to bunch over your chest, your full tits now on display and nipples pebbled from the breeze, he slaps both roughly before pinching at the hard nubs. “Please.” You whimper, eyes pleading, as they overflow with salty tears that begin to stream down your face. He ignores you and begins tugging your lacy, lavender panties down your thighs, you squirm under him as you try your best to get away, but his full weight sits atop your pelvis, making it impossible to move.

“Stop fucking moving.” He growls, grabbing your face and digging his nails into the hollows of your cheeks.

Another whimper slips out and you're back to squeezing your eyes shut, almost finding comfort in that white light. The pads of his fingers swipe along your slit and he scoffs when he feels the wetness that drips from your cunt.

“Don‘t act like you don't want this…you’re gonna be my personal fuck toy.” He mocks, before huffing a laugh when he brings his slick fingers up to your mouth, you shake your head dramatically as you bite down on your lips, not giving him the chance to slip them onto your tongue.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ bitch.” He snarls through clenched teeth. “Open your goddamn mouth before I pry it the fuck open.” Your lips unfurl, slowly at his menacing words, “don’t make me ask again!” He shouts and you almost jump out of your skin from the way it echoes around the dark forest. Once it’s open, nice and wide and your tongue is presented to him, he brings his fingers back up and wipes them against your pink muscle. “Taste yourself you fucking slut.” You hate yourself for the tingles that erupt in your lower belly and how you need the instant relief that squeezing your thighs together brings. His words should disgust you but it's the complete opposite.

Finally, he pulls his fingers away, and before you get the chance to close your mouth he spits down onto your tongue, a glob of saliva hitting your taste buds and making you whimper from his flavor; there are hints of weed and something sweet and berry like. It’s an intoxicating combination.

You feel the weight of his body shift before he’s off of you and yanking you up by your hair. “Get on your knees.” He demands, as his tall frame stands over you. You scramble to your knees, leaves and dirt burrowing into your shins.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.” He says, almost sweetly and as much you should want to fight him, you don’t. You obey. “Good girl.” The praising pet name has the flutters in your belly ramping up. If you were disgusted, truly disgusted by him and what he was doing to you, you’d probably spit on him or bite his dick as it began to enter past your raw, swollen lips. But you don't, you take him down your throat, bobbing your head repeatedly as saliva finally begins to build up from your gag reflex being triggered.

‘Mhm, that’s it. Choke on my dick.” He berates as he pinches your nose shut between his two fingers, the other hand that hasn't left your hair, tightens so hard your scalp begins to burn and your eyes sting with more tears.

“You don’t need air, you hear me? The only thing you need right now is this fuckin’ cock.” His mean words have you writhing and humping, as you look for any sort of friction. An abundance of saliva seeps from your mouth in strings as he brutally fucks your throat, and when he wrenches your head down to take his whole massive length, your tongue slides under his balls, licking them from side to side, a loud groan falls from his lips as he throws his head back in pleasure. “Mm, you love this shit, don’t you? Little whore.” All you can do is whimper, as you grow light headed from your lack of oxygen.

Without warning he pulls you away, spit dripping from your chin and soaking your lips as it mixes with the tears that stain your cheeks. He shakes his head from side to side as he chuckles to himself at your messy state before throwing you down, back onto the damp, muddy ground. He stands over you, reaching into his back pocket and taking out what looks like a fucking zip tie. Your heart speeds up at the thought of being bound, and at his complete mercy.

“Hands together. Now.” He orders and without thought you hike them up over your head, wrists touching, as your body shakes in anticipation. The crunching of leaves and rough debris beneath you, scratches at the exposed skin of your back, butt and thighs. Crickets and other nocturnal creatures can be heard from every shadowy corner of the forest, and in it’s own fucked up way it brings you a semblance of peace.

“Why?” You mumble pitifully, as your lower lip trembles. The man pauses his movements after slipping the zip tie under your wrists and zipping it tightly into place.

“You wanna know why I’m doing this?” He asks before scoffing, his eyebrows knitting together as he assesses you, blue eyes filled with amusement over how pathetic and messy you are. “Why not? I mean look at you? Such dumb little helpless fawn, runnin’ around in the forest in nothing but a goddamn see through nightgown. As soon as I saw you, I knew you’d be mine.” He says, and his eyes almost look sincere for a second before they’re back to the glazed over, lust filled state that they were before. “Now open your fuckin’ legs before I zip tie them to your wrists.”

You’re not sure why every demand has you scurrying to obey, this isn’t like you at all. As if on command your cunt clenches once your legs are fully spread and you’re presented to him.

“Fuck, such a pretty little pussy you have. Mmm.” He licks his lips hungrily, and now that he’s leaning over you, you allow your eyes to roam over his larger frame; a white muscle shirt dirty and torn clings to his muscular body, but you’re unable to set your eyes on anything below that. He begins unbuckling his belt and you hear the zipper to his pants as it moves down its tract.

His arm begins to fidget as if he’s jerking himself off, and you’re almost 100% positive that’s exactly what he’s doing. Before you have any more time to ponder on it, he’s slapping the head of his cock against your clit, you gasp and jump from the friction you’ve been waiting for. It feels so good, your head tilts back from the pleasure; the crackle of leaves hit your ears as they move with the brush of your hair. “Please.” You beg again, but this time it's for something else entirely.

“Oh? You beggin’ for it now?” He asks, with a satisfied smirk.

His tip slips into your hole and you both moan in unison, without warning he slams his hips into yours, his cock hitting something that has your toes curling. His thrusts get harder and the slaps echo, bouncing off the trees. His hands roam every inch of your skin, fingers in your mouth, gentle rubs over your clit and handfuls of your ass and thighs.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, such a good slut layin’ there all pretty.” He slurs, he lifts the hem of his shirt and puts it between his teeth, in order to get a better view of how your tight pussy sucks him in. “Goddamn.” He murmurs, eyes never leaving where you two are joined.

He pulls out, much to your disappointment, his shirt falling back into place, before he's snapping at you with another demand. “On your hands and knees.”

You roll over, using the burning muscles in your legs to overcompensate for your bound arms, the side of your face is smashed against dirt as you arch your hips. The man slams back into you as if he couldn’t go another second without being surrounded by your tights walls. His hands grab two handfuls of your ass as he pounds into you.

“Such a good little fuck doll, gonna use this cute little dress as my cum rag.” He rambles as he fucks you into the floor. You're so lost in the haze of lust you don’t feel the man’s movements behind you, until you register a heavy pressure on the side of your head. You gasp as you try shaking it from side to side, with no luck. The smell of leather fills your nose, making you immediately aware that his boot is on your face, pushing you further into the earth.

His strokes pick up, making his balls hit roughly against your clit. It’s enough to make your legs shake, the intense pleasure in your lower belly spreading throughout your whole body. The pressure from his boot has your head spinning, you dig your nails into the dirt as contentment overcomes you.

“You comin’ for me, girl?” He growls before his heavy hand comes down to smack the sensitive skin of your ass while his cock reaches places you weren't aware even existed. The pressure from his boot becomes painful, and the sounds that begin to leave your mouth are animalistic.

“Yes, yes please.” You beg for the hundredth time tonight, as you begin to convulse from the hedonistic pleasure.

“Go on then, be a good little bitch and come on my cock.” His rough words of encouragement have you tumbling over the edge, your legs stiffening so tight that the pain in your muscles from running, cramp up but the pleasure is too overpowering to stop. “So fuckin’ good.” He mumbles to himself before the crushing ache of his boot finally lets up, leaving you with a throbbing pang that will eventually bruise tomorrow. You feel him rustling with something behind you but you're in no position to feed your curiosity. You hear a click ring out, and you gulp violently as you realize what the familiar sound belongs to.

“Hold the fuck still or I’ll do the other side…this won't hurt too much.” The smile in his voice is evident but the laugh that erupts from his chest, at the way you shiver as the cold metal of his switchblade runs over your plush skin, is menacing. The sharp blade pricks at your behind, causing goosebumps to form.

The tip of the blade digs into your ass cheek, making you yelp at the sting but you remain still as he drags it across your skin, “bleedin’ so pretty for me.” He mutters, continuing his carving skills. After a few more loops of what you believe could be a word, the knife clicks again as he closes it, tucking it back into his pocket.

”W-what did you do?” You question, saliva slipping from the side of your mouth and running down your chin.

“I like to write my name on the shit I own.” he grumbles, before leaning down and licking the wound; it stings but the pain brings a heady bout of pleasure to your body.

His cock slams back into you, not wasting a second to pick up on his brutal thrusts. His hips smack against your bottom roughly, then he’s shifting, bringing his body weight down on top of you and you realize he's now bent over you. His head hovering above yours as he looks down at you with hungry eyes. His hand slips back into your hair and he wrenches you up, his lips find yours and a metallic taste fills your mouth. He’s kissing you with your blood.

You can't help it when you begin to clench around him for the second time, another orgasm on the horizon. “Oh fuck.” He whispers into your jaw, with blood stained lips. “Filthy fuckin girl.” Those words, said in that rough and raspy tone, is your undoing. You come for a second time, so intense your vision blurs and your body nearly gives out completely. If it weren't for the man's strong grip he had on you, locking you into place against him, you'd have fallen flat on your stomach.

You hear his loud groan as he empties inside of you, “so good, s’perfect for me.” He babbles into the skin of your neck, before covering it in soft kisses.

Rafe lays you back down gently, onto the forest floor before taking the spot beside you. He pulls out his switchblade, cuts the zip tie from your wrists, before returning the blade to his pocket. He brings his hand to your back, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to comfort you.

“How’d I do?” He whispers, softly, “Did I live up to your dirty lil fantasy?” A smirk graces his pretty face, making you giggle in amusement.

“You were perfect.”

a/n: hope you enjoyed princess morgy, I had a lot of fun writing this! My requests are open for anyone who’d like to send any ideas of their own <3 & thank you to my baby girl precious angel pookie @xxbimbobunnyxx for beta reading and listening to my bullshit, love you sexy!

#rafe cameron

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