𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 - ghostface (ex bf) rafe cameron x fem!reader
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: You wake up in the middle of the night with a sight you could have definitely gone without... ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: DEAD DOVE (DO NOT EAT), smut, dub-con, brief somnophilia, bj, fingering, hj, cunnilingus, gun, gun-play, light choking, ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2k+ words See Authors Note at the end Minors DO NOT interact dividers from sweetparty
A moan itches at her throat. A tear rumbles beneath her eyelid. A beg tickles on her tongue. All as he stared up at her–to his beautiful prize. And she isn’t even awake to know it. He caresses every conceivable whimper out of her until her stirs become shivers; his fingers continue pumping through her, thick and punishing. Until her blood ran hot with desire. Until he could feel her growing wetness for him. Her quivering core. Oh how he wanted her as he placed the gun carefully on her bedside and let the blood of his cloak stain her sheets. A moan lodges in his throat at the thought of his sweet love awakening, awakening to blink those pretty puppy eyes up at her ceiling until all of a sudden an orgasm rocks through her as hard as a ship. As hard as the fucking titanic, oh how badly he wants you to reach that iceberg as you find him between your legs. Rafe kisses her thigh wetly, lips plump and pleading. “Oh, sweet baby, open those pretty eyes for me.” His voice sings through the grin on his lips. “My sweet, sweet baby…” Quiet chuckles bubble in his throat as a whine slips from your own. Then your eyelashes flutter open as if summoned by his will. Rafe can’t hide the amused snicker that passes him. Your lip twitches as you come to, eyes flickering across the dark room as your brows cinch. “That’s it.” Rafe coos. That is the trigger that wrenches a gasp from your body. Your eyes snap to his tan face, sandy hair and curling grin but when you are just about to scream–Rafe’s gloved hand slaps against your mouth with a roughness you had never felt before and holds it there. “Don’t do it, baby, you don’t wanna upset me right now.” He murmurs and kisses down your warm neck. It was just as addictive as he had imagined it to be.
Breath heavies in your throat. It coils and thickens and suffocates but you can do nothing to stop it when panic seizes your chest so abruptly. When your ex-boyfriend’s hand is gripping around your wrists with the strength to bruise. “It’s alright…I’m here now.” He doesn’t seem to appreciate your squirming, only squeezing you harder in response. He clenches his jaw. “Hey now! I gutted that little boytoy of yours, I can gut you just as easily so don’t fucking scream.” The words strew out like a long-drawn hiss. Something built up. Something rotting…Until a whimper escapes you and his hands weaken. The threat barely registers. “Aw, baby don’t cry…Aw, I don’t want you to cry, I just want you to be my good girl, yeah? Make us both happy. That’s all I want.” You hadn’t even noticed the slipping tears until his deft kisses were licking them onto his tongue…Maybe you missed him more than you let on… Or maybe he was right. Maybe he was your silent addiction afterall. Slowly, his hands loosen but the smirk on his face twitches in uncertainty. You don’t move. You don’t breathe. He grins. “That’s it.” The hand that was once around your mouth sweeps over your body slowly. Your brows pinch tighter and another whimper escapes–Rafe couldn’t be harder. It strains against his thighs and the black cloak around him. A grunt presses against his tightly closed lips while his fingers curl into you. He delights in the sharp sounds that slip through your own.
Shit he wants to fuck you.
And he isn’t going to let anybody take you away from him.
Not again.
Not ever.
So his fingertips tickle up your thighs which are beginning to thrash at the featherlight stimulations because it was never about hurting you–oh no. Rafe Cameron is powerful and he likes to take advantage of that power. He has the inexplicable need to make you see that power. To feel it. To fear it. To desire and long for it. For it to make those pretty little thighs slick with wetness. For you to be ashamed of that wetness. And finally, he wants for you to cry as you bob on the beast he calls his cock. A moan rumbles at the mere thought alone and Rafe’s tongue plunges into that wet, spongy little cunt, having finally reached it. The taste sparks starvation, not hunger, it tickles him more than cocaine ever did. More than anything ever had. Oh his sweet little drug, his sweet little girl. All his. A cry bursts from your mouth when his nails dig deep into your flesh, when they drive into your skin and hunt for those sharp sounds. Six months, he had been deprived of this, six fucking months without this because of your ‘boundaries’, you cunt. No, no, not you, no he would never think such thoughts. He blinks them away like the devil. No you’re his good girl, right? His final girl. His grin returns, twisting like a man mad as he suckles the sweet bud of pleasure. Your legs curl, he can feel it, the way they tense, the way they plead, the way they beg for him. He complies, wrapping the limbs over his shoulders and moaning when you tighten them. He knows what you are doing–he would be a fool not to but he cares not when he knows you’ll be back to ‘normal’ in time passed. He’ll make sure of it.
Panic submerges your psyche. It boils it until the only screams you let escape are the ones he wants from you. The ones that do not frighten you. Ones of pleasure. Six months ago was the beginning of everything. The beginning of freedom. The beginning of regret. And finally, the beginning of the end. Because you both knew where this tale would loop back to. Two years were over six months ago. Where they had torn apart Rafe’s mind until it left nothing but a nasty fury–your own mind had been opened. Gone were the smothering hands and latching grips. It had taken time for the bruises to go…for the marks that once lathered on your hips with the normality of a tattoo to fade until they met the same shade as your flesh. For the first time you had been perfectly entitled to go to a party without someone breathing down your neck and monitoring your alcohol. For the first time you had been able to go to a store without a honk blaring in your ears. For the first time, you were able to feel fresh. Anew. But you both knew where this tale would loop back to…
Your breath hitches in and out, only pleasing Rafe more. You hiss as his nails bury in your skin. You hiss as a Rafe ruts his own hips against your bed–the one in which you had always refused to let him take you. Of course that had never stopped him fucking you anywhere else now. But you knew what this was about, the second you opened your eyes and saw the devil in his. This was more than getting you back. This was more than fucking you. This was about making you understand who you belong to. And if you weren’t going to see that? He’d make you. You wince as he finally pulls away from your pretty little pussy. His hand slaps it abruptly–a yelp bursts from you. He only chuckles back. “Good girl.” He purrs before suckling on your thigh again, replacing all your faded marks with fresh ones. With his eyes wound shut and hazy expression, you take your chance. With trepidation, your hand reaches as slow as a tortoise to the bedside. To the gun. You hold your breath as your fingers just about brush the side and then– “Don’t.” Rafe interrupts with a grunt and a hand suddenly whipping to snatch your wrist. Your eyes snap to his head. The rest of him hasn’t moved an inch. His lips are sucking at your thigh again until they pop away. His eyes flicker up to yours with a coldness. A standstill. Both of you willing the other to break first. To break at all.
But then your arm softens. It only takes half a moment for Rafe to twist it painfully back until you’re whining. He kneels up on the bed–using your height difference against you–and uses the other hand to quickly clasp around your throat. It tightens as your eyes widen, his own narrow. “Don’t think you can outsmart me,” He snaps through gritted teeth. “Or else it’s going to be more than your friends who meet Mr. Ghostface.” You blink once, twice, thrice and then…His lips twitch. “Oh sweetheart,” He jogs your head slightly like a toy in his hand. “Haven’t you worked it out yet? Is my sweet baby really so dumb? Aw, don’t worry, your boyfriend’s here now, here to teach you all the stuff that silly brain can’t comprehend.” Your mouth goes dry as he reaches behind him to something you can’t see. It’s too dark. And so he flicks your lamp on–the peach light cocooning. Rafe Cameron rises a long thin mask up until it rests beside his face. He tilts his head mockingly. “Surprised?” The blood drains from yourself as you face off with the infamous Ghostface mask which had turned your short-lived freedom to horror over the past two and a half weeks. Your face, pale and frightened, almost flinches at the sight. “Don’t worry,” He coos. “I’m not gonna hurt you, and neither is he.” He puppeteers the mask as it stares back at you. “Just so long as you’re my good girl. Can you be my good girl?” The grip on your neck tightens but you nod despite it. A whimper tumbles through you. He smirks. “Then show me.”
Rafe’s hands leave you in favour of his belt. Without his stability holding you upright, you drop back into the bed. He doesn’t care though as he fishes his cock out of his pants and jerks it. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip and hisses as the thick pink rod points at you with silent threats. Your hand is trembling but this is a game you have known before and you cannot help but yearn for the familiar salty taste that is yet to come. You part your lips but– “Uh uh.” Rafe scolds teasingly as he looks down at you, at those pretty doe eyes that look practically desperate for him. “You gotta earn that, sunshine. I don’t just let any old bitch taste my cock and you’ve been a little shit tonight.” A quiver rolls through you as you reach for it. Rafe hums in approval as your fingers wrap around the girth and roll it back and forth. You whimper as your own pace quickens and Rafe’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. He flicks the hand that still wields his weapon–pressing the gun’s muzzle against your forehead. You freeze. “Quicker.” He demands, power flowing through his veins as need reverberates through his grunts. You preen at the danger, at the debauchery…He knew you missed him, really. “My good little slut, yeah? Gonna be a little slut for your boyfriend?” He’s smirking, teasing and curious all at once. Your hesitation drops his smile. He cocks his gun–stiffening you. You nod suddenly with a tremble. “Good girl.” He grunts. “Now, say it.” You swallow. “I’m gonna be your good little slut, just yours, just your good little slut!” You blurt. Rafe nods, relaxing as he brushes some of your hair away with the gun. He nods. “Yes you are…”
His brows lower as he contemplates. The thoughts whir slowly in his mind before he stuffs the gun under your mattress. Your hair stands on its end and his hands are snappy to curl into your hair. He pulls you up by it meanly. You wince. “Tell me again.” “I’m…I’m your good little slut.” “Not that bit.” You hesitate at the command. His face sterns. “You know which.” It is this moment that will sear in your mind forever as the moment you gave up. “Just yours, Rafe…I’m just yours.” He nods as though the answer is obvious but then the air that passes through his nose resembles relief. His smile stretches. “Knew it.” He sighs before pushing your head by his pelvis. “Now be a good slut and take your reward before I change my mind.” You don’t have to be asked twice before your lips lock around his cock and your tongue dart under it to lick along those familiar ridges. Rafe’s jaw unlocks as your warm mouth sucks him like a vow. He supposes it is and he wouldn’t want it any other way. His fingers curl into your hair and tug encouragingly. Your mind slowly fades as your eyes fall down and so do your defences. Maybe he was right…maybe being Rafe’s really is all you need, the thought passes your dazed head as his hot cum gushes into your mouth. You can be his good girl for one more day, can’t you?
He can only hope you don’t scream too much on the way home…
A/N: I might do a part 2 to this but I'm not set yet so let me know what you all think