god & monsters || dark!ring master!rafe x circus freak!reader
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warnings : dddne. +18. dark content. circus au (ahs inspired.). smut. oral (m.) freak's abuse. noncon. bruises fetish. blood. carving kink. toxic relationship. pet names. threats. violence. age gap. illegal owning. mentions of drugs. dehumanization. be aware of the warning before reading.
author's note : to @rafesangelita and @littlelamy for being so patients. <33 the dividers are so cute omo
“ The circus arrived in town without a warning. But the freaks….they never leave. ”
Rafe Cameron saw you trapped in that little cage he made for you, the usual one reserved for his dangerous animals that he thought suited more for beautiful creatures like you. After all, you were his little monster, the freak he owned, and paid for a few years ago for nothing more than 50 dollars. You were dressed in your little show-performer costume, the blazing sun walking down your skin, as you were chained against the bars to be sure you will never try to leave or run away. “ Look at you…what a pretty bruised face i've seen here…”
You approached. It wasn't like you could tell no to your owner, he possessed all the rights to you.. His hand brushing your braised hair before trailing down your face, and lips, before caressing your jugular, to reach at the line of your throat with his thumb. He looked at you, the glooming parts over your skin, the little bruises over your body and smiled. “ That's a shame baby, you look prettier with your skin ripped off. But don't you know what they say? ? ”
His fingers traced the bruises, circling every parts of it with a grin on his face. “ They say that you're mine because nobody will want you with those wounds except me…nobody, baby. ”
Rafe Cameron saw you as someone promising his million dollar ticket. You were different from his other prizes, you were young and beautiful, the kind of little girls everyone wanted to see performing. You were so innocent, perfect to manipulate and so easy to use. And that's what he did. You were his young and pretty puppet, whose every string he delighted in pulling and commanding. He spoke and thought for you. He had conditioned you like a perfect obedient doll.
You were so talented. A wealthy businessman like him couldn't afford to waste you. You were the only star in his circus. And while his coffers overflowed with bills and cash, you received nothing, not even a single dollar. You were doomed to watch him grow richer without ever getting your share.
You never asked questions. In any case, he rarely allowed you to speak. He was a cruel man, with terrible blue eyes, a cold piercing gaze. He was tall and evil, like the roofs of those big tops. The circus was a gigantic labyrinth. You could try to run, try to escape, but you would always come back to where you started.
One day, he caught you trying to run away. He didn't yelled, but his gaze was mischievous, and the smile on his face was only a portent of the terrible fate that was about to befall you. You were a few meters away from him, searching for the circus exit with panicked eyes, while he moved slowly forward, as if knowing that no matter how much distance you tried to put between you, he would always be faster.
"Do you really think you can run away?" He mocked. "Baby, that’s my playground, so you'd better get back here before I catch you."
You continued backing away as he got dangerously close, a smile in his face, slightly amused to see you playing with his nerves. "You know, bambi... I love the way you run, but it would be a shame to ruin such beautiful legs, don't you think? What will you do without them ? Think better…"
He was playing with you. He was completely manipulating you with his scary, sadistic expression. But deep down, you knew he wasn't joking. This man could hurt you. He'd already ruined your life, so your legs? They were nothing to him.
He had rearranged the strands of his bangs, revealing a sweat-drenched forehead. He was wet in sweat from the sweltering heat, and you weren't making it easy for him. But he was in a good mood. “Do you think people would pay for a beautiful girl with no legs? I mean... I would. But you know me, I like freaks. But the others, they'd laugh at you. They'd abuse you. Men are cruel, my angel. Haven't I taught you that already? Come on, be grateful to me. ” He continued, “ Good dolls listen to their owner. ”
Your cheeks were wet, your skin dripping with tears from crying. You didn't want him to get into your head, but it was already too late. He aimed a sympathetic hand in your direction, but you knew that behind that kindness lay a sadistic act. He didn't want you to come home, he only wanted you to stay with him forever. “Come on. Think about your pretty legs, it's gonna be hard to stand in front of me again without them…and you know I wouldn't mind having you on your knees for me everyday. ”
Little by little, your steps moved in his direction without your consent. You were forced into it by the manipulative sound of his voice, by the dominance he had always exerted over you. “ You're making the right choice...look at you, little girl coming back home. ”
He was so pleased with the effect he had on you. “ You're good. ”
"I hate you..." You whispered, your voice empty and breathless. "I hate you so much..."
He hugged you, ignoring the lack of recognition in your words. "I'd hate for you to love me. I'd rather know you're afraid of me." He inhaled the scent of your hair, the vanilla scent and the warm touch of the sun, nuzzling his nose into your untidy hairstyle. "But you disobeyed me. I think that deserves a little correction."
"I'm sorry! Please…Please, Rafe ! " You begged, already out of breath.
"Huh, you're sorry now? I'm afraid it's a little too late for apologies, you little hypocrite."
"I'm not lying."
"Get On your knees, little dove.”
“ Now ? In front of everyone?"
"Don't act like you've never had an audience." He mocked you with a hint of sarcasm. "I thought you liked crowds."
"I don't want to do this in public."
"Do you want me to bring the whole city here to motivate you? Get on your knees. If I have to say it again, I promise you, porn is where you'll make a career. And believe me, I'll miss your pretty airborne somersaults."
You landed on your knees, once again controlled by his urges. You glanced around a few times. You were slightly scared and intimidated.
"Don't look at me like that, you know exactly what to do…’not your first time, nor the last. ”
"I'm scared..."
"And you'll be a little more scared with a knife to your throat...right? So if you don't want this little blowjob to taste of blood, I advise you to start right away.”
The threat had worked, as you pulled his pants down to his knees before freeing his cock. It wasn't the first time he'd asked you to satisfy him. You were his little whore, except he didn't pay you. He only abused you. You were his sweetheart, ready to do anything for him. When he ran out of coke, he used your adorable little mouth to unwind.
You were so good at this kind of thing. You slid his cock between your lips, taking his flaccid shaft between your fingers before moving your mouth along his length. He placed his hand on your head without guiding you. He let you do it. Soon, your movements around his cock were audible, accompanied by a sound of sucking and saliva. Your eyes were open, fixed on the inches you were swallowing with your mouth.
"You see, when you want to, you can be a good girl... but you have this need to be threatened don't you ? "
He pushed himself further down your throat, letting you gag around his cock. "Poor little thing. You want that dick, but you can't take it…”
Your doll-like eyes drove him crazy. You looked at him like some abominable creature, and it made him want you even more. You sucked him until your mouth felt accustomed to his presence. He was imposing, the blood in his veins pumping as you took him. Drool pooled around the corners of your mouth, spurting onto the tip of his cock. Your makeup was ruined. Your mascara was running, and your lipstick was completely smeared on the corner of your cheek.
He grabbed your hair with his right hand, before slapping your face with his dick. Hearing the little sound from your mouth had excited him. So he slapped again, hitting your puffy cheeks until the heat was running your skin. The sound was loud and wet, but humiliating. You were trying so many times to hide your face because of the shame but it wasn't right for him. “ Don't cover your face. Let people know what a good slut looks like. ”
When he finished his little show, he let you take him back in the mouth. Your lips were moving faster, switching the pace to quick. As you were on your knees for him, mouth working on his hard cock, he pulled the knife from his pocket. Enough to bring the fear back inside your body.
Fear locked in your eyes, you were terrified of what he could do. “ Shhh..'not your business. Focus on my cock, doll. You don't want a little cut on your face because you're not paying attention ? ”
He didn't wait before pushing himself back into your mouth, fucking your little throat until you overdrool around his length. He could hear the little sound from your lips as he went deep enough to show his cock inside your throat. His grip was tight, “ fuck ! only freaks can do like this, right ? ” he cooed mouth-open, forcing your head to go down on him. “ s’good…i bet mama doesn't know about those skills when she leaves you to me, huh ? ”
You whined at his remark, not feeling good about the way he talked about your mom. But he didn't care about your feelings. He pulled his dick out of your mouth, switching his warm cock with the cold steel of his knife. “ ‘ think it's my turn to give you some pleasure, little freak. open it…” And you did.
His eyes had lit up like the devil's when you opened your mouth wide, letting the sharp surface of the knife slide over your tongue. You knew the slightest false move would be risky, that a single breath was enough to add a taste of blood to your saliva. You were as still as a statue, your throat completely static as he pushed the knife inside your mouth. Every time he felt a twitch from you, he pushed an inch further with sadistic pleasure. “Now, you're acting so perfect... that's boring,” he said with a sigh. “Maybe I should cut that tongue. Think I would mind if you don't speak anymore? I'm joking.” He chuckled. “What would be a good slut without her tongue…”
“ S-not funny…” You softly gurgled around the knife.
“ Sure, dove. ‘nothing funny to have a knife inside your throat. Let me help you. ”
He removed it from your mouth, letting you take your breath again. “ But do you wanna hear something else ? There's nothing funny too about what I'm about to do to you. ”
He pushed your face to the dusty grass, not caring of the hurt it could give you, hand forcing your neck on the ground as he moved away the fabric of your skirt and your panties. “ Scream and you will be nothing but a pretty corpse. ”
He threatened you softly, but he meant it. He forced himself inside your hole without a warning, pushing his dick so hard in your dripping core. He tied your hands on your back with his fist as he thrusted his cock against your walls. He could feel your sweet pussy clenching around him. The feeling was so good that he went deeper and deeper until he just slipped so easily. He was big enough to stretch your pussy open, leaving his length tearing apart your soppy lips. He was going back and forth, your little core pumping him to the base as he reached the spot of your insides. Your body was crushed under the strength of his hand when the idea flashed him.
“ I think i'm too easy on you. Let me fix that right now. Since you think you can leave, let me show you that you can't. ”
He took the knife he was playing with for some minutes and cleaned your naked back from the dirt. When it was clean enough to accomplish his little masterpiece, he started to carve the blade into your skin, letting the blood fulfill your body. He traced every letter without stopping himself from pounding you. The vision of the liquid running your flesh as he was tracing the word over the vicious blood was driving him insane, and he was so turned on over the view.
He fucked you harder as you squirmed from pain and pleasure. “ It only hurts because you're moving, baby...” He lied.
His dick was fast and thick, keep running your insides, and bullying your cervix. The hot sound of skin to skin covered in sweat and blood. He wasn't really focused on you, but on his little art.
MINE.
He picked up the blood smears on his hand before pushing his fingers inside his mouth, licking the sweet metallic taste. “I'm kind...Next time, it will be on your throat. Not sure that a pretty little pet like you will survive this.”
“ E-enough…” You just answered with your tears shaking.
The pain was intense and painful. You could still feel the burning of the knife on your skin, the slow minutes of torture inflicted by the blade cutting through the immaculate patches of your skin, but also the trickling of your own blood to your hips, and the frightening sound of it dripping between your legs. His dick was still buried deep inside your cunt, as he was merciless fucking the blood and wet, watching your pussy disapear into a red glooming tone. “ Please…I need a break ! Just a slow break “
“ Please ? What is it, baby ? Fear, it's nothing that I can give you…” he replied, “ Cum for me, baby. ”
It wasn't like you really wanted it, but you came, shame masking your face. You felt humiliated as always. “ Now, it's time to go back to your little cage. ”
Freaks couldn't leave the circus. Little dolls weren't allowed to leave their masters.
“ ‘ Not like that. Walk is for humans, baby. Sweet creatures like you aren’t allowed to walk, they crawl. ”
“ I-i..what…? ”
“ You heard me. Put those legs to use. ”
He grabbed his ringmaster's whip as you got down on all fours on the floor. "What are you doing?"
"Just need to give you a little motivation, you know? I want to make sure you're moving, dove. Now, fucking walk. And be sure to show me your little ass, I want to see those bruises on your cheeks. ”
“ Y-yes…”
“ And that's only the beginning. The worst is yet to come. ”
GOD IS REAL if u ever wrote that maekar hopelessly devotion version!!!
N I’m really drawn to the idea of the reader losing her memory like the yearning, the angst, the desperation would be so intense. Imagine Maekar trying to dress the reader, while she’s flustered and shy, awkwardly standing or sitting there, completely exposed n naked. And Maekar just gives her this intense look and says, “Don’t worry, I’ve seen everything. I was literally inside you.”
STOPP!!! You guys are so sweet!!! I love this idea so much and I really want to write something for it. But also I feel like I would try to dramatically build up no one telling reader maekar is her husband in the hopes she’ll remember herself. I think that would be such yummy angst for him who has taken her for granted all this time🥹 now he’s desperate for her to know about their marriage and to get her back😭😭
You’re making me want to write this So bad!!!!!!!! Can you imagine being so shocked and so confused as to how she ended up married to a prince (her last memory is just being a normal girl at her uncles home). And then he’s so brash because he thinks saying things will make them come back faster but she’s just confused and scared. Then he says that bit about I’ve been inside of you or something like you weren’t nearly this shy when I took your maidenhead, girl. and she just bursts into tears and he’s like 😧
what if at any point during one of their big physical fights, sam or dean actually killed the other one on accident...... like yeah they're trying to beat the shit out of each other but I don't believe that they would actually kill each other SO☝️
the scene that came up for me immediately about this idea is s6 after the forced-to-be-honest episode when dean is beating soulless!sam into unconsciousness. like what if he hits him so hard sam's head cracks against the tile floor and his brain bleeds out and he dies. and dean just looks down in horror, using his bloodied hands to try to shake him awake...... he knew something is wrong with him but he wants to Fix it. not kill him
and when dean realizes what he's done he sticks a gun in his mouth and when bobby finally reaches out to cas to see where they are after a long stretch of silence, they find dean on top of sam in a basement decomposing
