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Synopsis: Finally our families accepted us being together but after a nasty argument between Rafe and his father he thinks he doesn't deserve you. You show Rafe you'll forver be his.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, and pure smut. Nicknames like good girl. princess, baby, and daddy (Once).
A/N: Hopefully you enjoy reading as I enjoyed writing this!! Even made a little inspo board for these two and their relationship.
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In our small world, the one where Rafe and you had finally been able to be happy together. Your parents, brother, and even pogue friends had come around to you once again. Even though deep down you knew everyone hated it for you, it didn’t matter. Rafe was my true love and I wouldn’t have asked for anyone better. Your dirty blonde man was never going to leave you. You adored him, not only as a lover but a friend, my best friend. We would gossip and play around with each other. This was my real version of true love. I couldn’t have asked for a better man.
You giggle while putting the soapy water on Rafe’s head making him look like Cindy Lou from the Grinch. Your head falls back in pure ecstasy of happiness. Your blonde hair sticks to your back forcing you to put it in a claw clip which Rafe helps with. You turn around creating small splashes in the tub. You feel his hands softly grab your wet hair. You claw the clip around your hair. “Aren’t you just lookin’ like an angel today.” Rafe tells me softly while massaging my shoulders. You giggle a little, turning my head and seeing his hair. “Thank you baby but we need to fix your hair Mr,” He gives you a huge smile, showing his pearly whites.
You begin swiping the soap suds off his hair and run your fingers through his wet, dirty blonde hair. You turn your body to face your handsome boyfriend. “Aren’t you just lookin’ like a king today,” You say enthusiastically. He laughs, “Oh, a king huh. That's all my queen has.” You begin giving him multiple opened mouth kisses on the face, laughing with him. “Okay, are you ready to get out baby?” You ask since the water is starting to get cold. “Of course princess. Let me get your towel.” He says and you couldn’t be more thankful for his chivalry per usual. You watch as he steps out of the tub. His abs dripping with water, arms big and toned from being out in the sun, and his cock that does wonders to your body. “I love youuu,” You say feverishly, face getting a bit red from the thought of Rafe coming back to you wrapped in a towel showing off his v-line. “I love you too princess,” He replies walking back into the bathroom like I’d imagined.
About a few hours later you hear arguing, very loud for this time at night, considering everyone was asleep. You get out of bed and tiptoe through the hall to Ward’s office. The yelling gets louder. “You steal, you lie, you are too fucking good for that woman laid in your bed Rafe! She should find someone better if she knew what was best for her.” Ward screams at Rafe. You hear Rafe’s pacing steps, over and over. “No, you just need to keep your mouth shut. I already promised you I’d pay you back! Stop bringing her into this, it’s not fair!” Rafe argues back. ‘Pay you back?’ you thought to yourself. What were they talking about? Rafe wouldn’t lie to you about doing cocaine again, which is the only thing you could think of knowing Rafe promised he’d stop. The arguing comes to a close after a few minutes to which you run quietly back to Rafe’s room. You lay back in bed after taking the flannel off and getting under the blue comforter. Just in time Rafe opens the bedroom door, sighing angrily. You hear him mumble things to himself. “Do you want to talk about it baby?” You ask quietly as he turns around to look at you. His face splotched red and hands over his sweaty face. “I can’t do this with you anymore. I can’t pretend anymore that everyone hates us together. I mean FUCK I just keep lying to you!” He says in a bout of anger. Rafe sits down against the wall crying out of rage. You quickly get up, throwing the button-up back on. You get on your knees and remove his hands from his face. “Baby stop. I love you, you know that. Whatever you are going through we can get through it together.” You whisper in his ear tears begin welling up in your eyes but you push through to be strong for Rafe. “I don’t deserve you. I stole from my dad to buy coke again.” His confession brings out the silent tears. You bring Rafe’s head to your chest, hugging him tightly. You glaze your fingers through his messy hair. “It’s okay. I’ll help you pay him back okay?” Your own confession pushes Rafe away. “You were listening!? This is the thing about you, You don’t know how to stay in your own fucking business.” He gets up off the floor suddenly which makes your heart start to race rapidly. His sudden change in mood makes you upset. “You can’t just flip this shit on me Rafe. Why won’t you just let me fucking help you. I love you baby so please just- just stop this.” You walk back up to him; heart racing. Tears cover your face in the dark room being lit up only by the full moon tonight. You look up at his face, still angry. Maybe not with you but it had started to feel like it was your fault.
Suddenly his lips crash into yours. Rafe walks you back forcing you to fall on the bed. You kiss back harder as Rafe’s body gets on top of you. His legs lock you in to keep you all to him. You close your eyes feeling his wet lips kissing your tears away this time gently. Even in anger you knew he cared about you. You pull on Rafe’s already sweaty hair. “I’m sorry.” He whispers in your ear sincerely and a deep desire to have his red lips back on yours takes over. You push your sweet raspberry lips on his deep red ones, and slip your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a sexy groan, instinctively pushing his groin into yours. You feel his erection creating a slick mess in your panties. The tension, anger not directed at me but everyone else, and the sadness makes a filthy aura of sex in the room. Both of our bodies are in motion grinding against each other and lips in sync mixed with sloppy kisses. We both needed this. Rafe quickly unbuttons the flannel, revealing my breasts. He looks up at me and begins to wrap his wet mouth around my pink nipple. Rafe sucks on my nipple until it turns sensitive, red, and you're whining uncontrollably. “Looks like my good girl is getting overstimulated huh?” He says breathlessly and before you can respond he wraps his warm lips around your other nipple. “Fuck please keep going baby!” You moan out loudly. You didn’t even care if everyone in the house heard you. You watch as Rafe sucks and licks both of your nipples. The sight of his needy mouth and hands grabbing on your thighs makes you throw your head back in a needy lust. “ Fuck me please Rafe.”
Rafe grabs you by the thighs and pulls you roughly closer to his crotch. He leans down to your face planting soft but filthy kisses on your lips. Each time he feels you want more he teases you. He wasn’t going to let me kiss back but you needed so much more than kisses. You needed his cock deep inside you. As if he read your mind Rafe unbuckled his belt. The sound of the metal clanking together made you even more wet. He pushes down his boxers showing his impressive cock that was only yours. “Does my princess need this?” Rafe questioned you seductively still with a teasing hint in his voice. “Yes, god, yes baby!” You couldn’t help yourself but to be a needy slut for your boyfriend. “Fuck, good girl. Of course you need daddy’s big cock in you.” Rafe shoves his cock into your cunt without warning. You throw your head back at the feeling of being so full of your lover. Each thrust was rough and needy but so deep. Each time he’d pull out just enough to have his tip in you and thrust roughly back in. He was bottoming out in you with each movement and you moaned erratically. “Fuck yes baby. Oh my god!” You wrapped your arms around Rafe’s flexed back muscles so he’d be as close as possible when sheathing himself inside of you. He began to rub your clit and you knew right then and there you were about to come. He circled softly over your nerve-ending as you scratched his back leaving him bleeding from your white nails. Rafe’s thrust had gotten sloppier with each movement and then you felt his warm cum fill you up. Just as Rafe finished you could feel yourself gush at the same time making a complete wet mess on Rafe’s lower body. Your eyes roll back and Rafe’s calloused fingers continue circling your clit and your legs shake unbearably. Rafe kept himself inside of you while he kept himself steady above you with one arm. He removed his fingers from your clit and forced you to open your mouth sucking on his two very wet fingers. “Dirty girl,” he says watching you suck his fingers clean of you.
Rafe finally pulls out though you are not empty. You feel his warm cum leak from your cunt onto the bed. Rafe removes his fingers from your mouth and you lay like an exhausted doll on his bed waiting for him to clean you up.
Synopsis: After an enojoyable pool day with your secret lover and best friend Sarah things end up taking a turn for the worst when the night ends.
Warnings: Teasing
A/N: I'm so ecited to be back. You guys should totally send me requests for outerbanks characters. I feel so dried up on writing but I missed it so much!!
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Light blue skies and the salty ocean breeze spun in all directions around me. The golden sun kissing my tan skin in a strawberry bikini, showing off my perfect figure. I could feel my secret lovers’ eyes glazing over me every now and then. I was so thankful Sarah was sunbathing so she couldn’t see her brother eye me because he just couldn’t seem to contain himself.
Rafe had started to get more handsy in front of people which made me upset because if Sarah or my kook friends found out they would go ballistic. Rafe Cameron with a sweet princess like me? It just logically didn’t make sense plus Sarah would be pissed.
I close my eyes again and put my hand over my eyes to block the shining sun. I hear two loud, annoying men stomping around and making a complete ruckus at the pool while Sarah and I sunbathe. “Can you guys be quiet?” Sarah asks Rafe and Topper, obviously irritated. “Please!” I add to the conversation, eyes still closed. “Sure princesses,” Rafe replies and I can hear the eyeroll without needing to look. I look over to Sarah and tap her arm. The sun is blocking my view from the two playing around the pool and I start to hear whispers. “What are they up to,” I ask Sarah, knowing when they get quiet, nothing good will come from it. “Not sure because the sun is in my-” and before she can finish we feel pools of water splashing onto our sun-kissed body’s.. “Oh my god!” I scream being dramatic. I hear the boys laugh childishly. I roll my eyes and see Sarah running to the pool house. She comes back quickly with two nerf water guns. The ones that slightly hurt too when being sprayed at. Sarah smiles evilly at me as she hands the other one in her hand. I let out a giggle after immediately shooting Rafe in the face. “Loserrrrrr!!” Sarah and I in unison laugh hysterically at the two silly boys “dodging” our shots.
I take a moment to admire my secret lover. His wet and messy dirty blonde hair, toned abs, and flexed muscles from being strained in the water. Rafe’s open mouth laughing to show off his white teeth and sexy, red, kissable lips. Ones that I’ve kissed thousands of times before. Rafe sensed me staring but I also couldn’t contain myself sometimes. He was just so perfect and sexy. I drop my water gun from laughing so much and I see Rafe get out of the pool with a look in his eyes. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He runs to me, throwing my body over his shoulder. I feel his hands squeezing my butt. I smack him softly on his chest multiple times laughing. “Sarah, my love, please helppp!!” I say dramatically, feigning helplessness. “I think you’ve been taken away by the beast!” She puts her hand on her heart pretending that Rafe is taking me forever. Which hadn’t been totally wrong but she couldn’t know that.
I could feel Rafe’s hands testing the water with me. His hands rubbing over my soft sunburned thighs. “Stop Rafe!” I whisper-yell at him. He laughs but I can see Sarah’s face also contort into irritation. “Okay Rafe enough touching my Best friend,” She says sternly. Sarah had always tried her best to tell me the worst things Rafe had done and does but it never kept me away from the forbidden fruit. The forbiddeness is what I loved. Reveled in it even.
Rafe eventually puts me down after Sarah’s constant nagging. “Let’s not pretend I haven’t been inside you,” Rafe says almost jokingly but I can hear the smugness in it. “Disgusting and not true Rafe!” Sarah says angrily at her brother. I slap Rafe hard on the chest adding “that wasn't a funny joke dickhead.” He just mimics the both of us now Sarah and me both angry with him for different reasons.
By the time we were done at the pool the sun was setting to a perfect orange. I headed to my room in the Tanny Hill estate. Yep, I have had my own room in this house since I was a child. This place is my second home. I changed into a white floral pajama set; sweat pants and a tight fitting long sleeve showing off my perky nipples. I walk out of my room to the kitchen finding Rafe. Immediately I scolded him, “What is wrong with you? You ever think that being so touchy like that isn’t going to get us caught?!?!” I put my hands on my hips and eyebrows furrowed at him like a mom scolding her child. “Chill, she won’t find out but why would it matter if she does. You know how I feel about us being secret.” Rafe states coldly at me. If I hadn’t been so involved with him that stare would send shivers up my spine. I did know how Rafe feels about us being secret. He hates it. Even in the middle of an argument I see his ocean blue eyes stare at my breasts. My nipples perk up even more knowing Rafe is analyzing my body and he sees it too. I feel my face flush red.
He slowly comes closer to me, drawing his face to my neck. He breathes me in like I’m his drug. “You know you can’t stay mad forever my pretty girl,” He whispers, pulling my body against his and running his rough fingertips over the thin fabric of my sweatpants. Now that sends a shiver down my spin in all the right ways. I gasp softly feeling his erection against my waist. I look up at him feverishly, not caring we are in the kitchen openly doing this. Until, I hear footsteps shuffling down the stairs. I push Rafe off of me quickly, both of us being breathless and little beads of sweat lining our foreheads. “Rafe, Y/N, what are you guys doing?” Sarah asks expectedly but the tension in her voice is palpable. “Um nothing, we just bumped into each other down here. I look at Rafe to back me up but he stays silent. Okay, I think to myself, why is he not saying anything? Sarah raises an eyebrow at the both of us. “If there’s something going on just tell me. I won’t be madddd,” She accentuates mad. I think to myself ‘we’re fucked.’ I continue to try and lie to Sarah, “No oh my god Sarah,” I say in an annoyed and defensive voice. “Oh now you’re getting defensive. If you’re fucking my brother just tell me Y/N. Stop lying to me!” She demands. “Y/N just tell her,” Rafe says smugly, which is not helping our situation with Sarah. “Okay Rafe!” and add “Sarah I’m sorry. We’ve been together for about a year. “A YEAR and now you decide to tell me only when I caught you guys. What the fuck kind of best friend do I have.” She says angry and upset at the same time. I give her a sad look and she just walks out of the house without saying anymore to me.
“You couldn’t have at least helped a little?” I ask Rafe sadly, putting my hands in the air. He wraps his strong and toned arms around me. “It’ll be okay baby. She’ll come around. It’s not the end of the world that she and others now know.” He says softly in my ear. I nod slowly as I feel Rafe’s big hands stroking my back. His comforting scent and body being this close calms me down. Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing people know. Like Rafe said they will come around, right?
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Synopsis: A semster passes full of intense, seductive looks you finalize the first touch between Professor Cameron and you.
Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, taboo nicknames, light choking, fingering, sex
It's been such a long time since I've wrote.
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Maybe opening my legs to a professor during class was not the most ethical way of going about my erotic fantasy but our attraction was not one-sided. When Professor Cameron asked questions seemingly to the whole class, why would his eyes linger on me only to answer it? When I would stay after class to inquire questions about what he assigned with quite revealing clothes why would he call me gorgeous and freely let his eyes sip me in? The way Professor Cameron would walk back and forth trying so hard to keep his eyes off his student, who is forbidden, had me aroused in more ways than imaginable.
I could feel my white skirt ride up my thighs revealing my white lace panties. I knew Professor Cameron was looking by the stutter in his lecture talking about marketing. I wanted his greedy, lustful eyes to need more of me. I could see the sweat beads forming on his forehead, the gel in his hair failing as strands of his curtain bangs fell to the front, and the tense form of his posture. I had forgotten all about the lecture.
I feel a tug on my dirty blonde knowing it is my friend Freya. “Focus on writing down notes and the lecture not prof. Cameron you slut.” She whisper-yells in my ear with a small teasing smile on her face. I sigh yet analyze the projector for missing information to type down which seems my busy mind has missed all the information of this marketing lecture. At the end of class I watched Professor Cameron run a hand through his hair and see his black silky button-up shirt, a button near the top not buttoned and his expensive looking dress pants. What could a handsome young man be doing in a lecture hall filled with stressed young adults?
“Miss Y/L/N, if you could stay after class for a moment?” Professor Cameron inquired. We watched the students filter out of the classroom until there was no one left to hear our conversation. I packed away my laptop, walking to Professor Camerons desk a smile seductive smile plastered on my red lips. “Yes, Professor Cameron? Something wrong?” I ask too innocently. I watch his red face stare at me trying to calculate his words correctly. “What you are doing is inappropriate.” His serious words and stern face make me feel a bit intimidated, but I am not one to back down. “I’m not doing anything. My skirt may have been riding up accidentally but maybe you should not have been looking.” He scoffs at my excuse too knowingly. Professor Cameron steps closer to me and my legs hit the cold wood of the long desk. I’m forced to sit on it, my skirt riding up once again this time fully. “Months have gone by with you wearing these slutty, revealing outfits for me. Months that I have let you have this control over me. You must feel powerful, huh, sweetheart?” Professor Cameron whispers condescendingly and seductively in my ear. I feel his warm hands on my thighs, rubbing up and down slowly getting further up each time. “You're telling me you don’t like this? How I get you turned on during class and no one else knows besides you and me.” I sound like I'm asking but I’m not because I already know he loves the sexual glances or slutty skirts for him. I begin to feel his hard-on through the expensive black dress pants until I hear Freya calling my name. Quickly Professor Cameron steps away from me and I stand up fixing my skirt. I clear my throat, grab my bag, and quickly walk away from the professor.
Freya is star-struck as I walk up to her. Jaw-dropped and in complete shock is what she tells me. “What the actual fuck!? Were you just hooking up with THE Professor Cameron? The one you’ve been crushing on this entire year???” Freya practically yells too everyone walking past. “Oh my gosh Freya shut up. I’m serious. If this gets out-” she cuts me off instantly “You’re my best friend. You know you can trust me. It's not like you haven’t gone on and on about how hot he is for months now.” She says rolling her eyes and I’m relieved I feel like I can trust her. “Sorry you’re right. Everything is so jumbled right now. How am I supposed to go to class tomorrow when he was touching me like that?” I say still in disbelief of the events that have played out today. We head back to our dorm as I spill the complete details of what happened but when night falls, I start to get anxious about everything that could happen tomorrow.
I wake up throwing on a more business casual style consisting of beige trousers and a corset top that ties at the shoulders forming a bow. I could not put anything too wild today considering my nerves of seeing Professor Cameron had been shot. Freya and I walk to class slowly but surely as she is my support. Unfortunately, she sits behind me and I’m in the front row. Professor Cameron hasn’t shown up yet but by the time I think get lucky he’s at the front of the lecture hall turning on the projector. I hold my breath when he looks up around the class, his eyes not daring to set on me. It makes me feel upset that he isn’t acknowledging me even when he starts the lecture. I don’t get a glance or when I raise my hand for a question it’s like he doesn’t even see me. Class ends and I give Freya a heads up I will be a few and we’ll meet later.
Professor Cameron is sitting at his desk, unmoving, until I speak up. “You decide to ghost me today?” I ask tensely, keeping a place in my own seat. He finally looks at me. The first time today. “This is practically illegal Y/F/N. I shouldn’t have touched you like that yesterday and kept our distance.” My heart drops. I can tell he’s lying. He doesn’t mean what happened yesterday was a mistake. “Stop. You don’t get to say that. All these long months and after one touch you give up? NO, you can’t do that, please.” My voice is small and on the verge of tears. Rafe’s face softens up. “If I touch you again, we’ll do bad things princess.” His raspy voice vibrates through me to the right places. “Maybe you should.” I leave it at that, and he walks over.
Rafe motions for me to crawl over the desk. My legs are now hanging off the desk and Rafe pulls my hips closer to him letting me feel how hard his cock is. His big hand rests on my jaw forcing me to look up into his cerulean eyes, ones I could get lost in forever. I press my sweet, soft red lips to his. Rafe slides his tongue in my mouth and the kiss became hungrier as I grinded against him. I ran my hands through his already messy hair deepening the dirty kiss more. He pulls back a splotchy red face from our passionate kiss. “Is it okay if I take off your top baby?” The question takes me aback. It’s not what I’d expected, or I've gotten to use to horny guys. I nod with a sweet smile. Rafe slowly pulls a sheer string to the shoulder parts of my corset top. He bends down kissing my neck down to my collarbone leaving little love bites all the while being gentle to unzip the back of the corset. I moan out softly at the sweet and sexy feeling of his mouth gliding down my neck. Once the corset is off, I unbutton his white-collar shirt and begin kissing down his abs placing each kiss softly until I’m at the hem of his blank dress pants.
I give him a deceiving sexual grin as I kiss Rafe’s hard cock through his pants. I look up at him seeing his red complexion and coarse grunts while I tease him. “Does my favorite professor like this?” I question coming back face to face. Rafe nods pressing his hot lips back to my neck making me fall back onto the desk. He brings his lips back to mine and begins unbuttoning my trousers, pulling them off, and rubs his warm fingers over my pink laced panties. I can feel how wet I am by the lace panties sticking to me and when Rafe says, “Fuck are you always this much of a whore for your professors?” I moan too loudly, pushing myself closer into his fingers needing more than this. Rafe grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him. “Answer me princess.” He says sternly now pushing my panties to the side lightly sliding his finger through my folds teasing my clit with each brush which compels a soft whimper out of me. “No professor Cameron I’m only your dirty secret.” With that response he shoves his middle finger in me. An unwarranted pornographic moan comes from my mouth clearly turning my professor on even more. Rafe’s middle and index finger are now quickly sliding in and out as well as repressed moans from me, so I don’t alert anyone to come into the lecture hall considering how big it is and voices bounce off the walls. “I need more Professor, please.” I beg as I begin to spasm around Rafe’s long fingers on the edge of releasing.
On the brink of release his needed fingers disappear from inside of me. I moan out no, practically begging Professor Cameron to keep using his fingers. “Such a good little student laying down-” Professor Cameron pauses and I hear him unbuckling his belt, pants dropping, and suddenly feeling his cock brush my entrance. He glides his hard cock through my wetness and continues “taking this cock like such an obedient student.”
As much as I try to be quiet I physically can’t when my professor pounds me into the table on my back and legs around his waist feeling every inch of his cock inside my tight pussy. Professor Cameron wraps his large hand around my throat leaning down to give me deep, passionate yet sloppy kisses and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. My hands find his back nails digging into his muscular shoulders. “Fuck Professor it feels so good,” I drone off with a moan and my nails scratching down his back my boobs bouncing with each thrust of his cock. I hear Rafe groan whispering in my ear how good I’m taking him such a seductive, sweet, soft whisper.
“I’m so close Professor,” My eyes roll, nails dragging along my professors back, and spasming around his hard cock. A loud sweet moan comes from my messy swollen lips and a few seconds after me I feel Professor Camerons hot cum fill me up. He pulls out sitting on the long desk table beside me, breathing heavily. I keep my naked, sweaty body on the table for a few minutes, taking this warm feeling in. “That was amazing.” Professor Cameron in his euphoric mind states and I couldn’t agree more.
Professor Cameron brings me my clothes with a soft kiss. “We’ll have to do this again Professor” I say with a little laugh.
omg hi ur like the only person writing for Rob from Love Island so slay of u! I was wondering if u could do like an enemies to lovers rob x reader🥹
𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃
a/n: not proofread cause i’m lazy! thank you for all the support on rob!! send in requests for anybody and i’ll write for them ❤️ (I don’t just write love island!! I write much more just ask!) combined request, I can write a non smut if u want
summary: you would do anything to prove to everyone rob didn’t actually hate you, that’s when the heart rate challenge came in clutch..but it backfires.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (not safe!!), semi public sex? cream pie, rough sex. p n v, oral f receiving
rob glares at you, his eyes piercing through your skull in attempt to intimidate you. his attempts fail so he barrels towards you and bumps his shoulder with yours harshly. your hand flies up to your shoulder and eyes dart to robs, he shrugs and looks you up and down.
“go get your sluttiest outfit on y/n, i’m sure you have plenty.” he laughs and turns around. the devil really wears overalls.
an hour later after getting ready you stand in front of the mirror alone looking at your dorthy costume from the wizard of oz. a button up part at the top to reveal the white lingerie bra. a short dress that barely covers your ass with a matching lingerie thong and clear thigh high socks. little bows on your thighs, hair in bowed pigtails.
you give one last glance at yourself, this was the first time you could really make rob look stupid. get his heart rate way up, have it revealed in front of the whole group. everybody knows rob can’t stand you, and you can’t bare to be in the same room with him.
everybody goes before you, giving you enough time to think about what to do.
before you can think it’s your time, you strut down the villa floor. you hear screams from the girls and boys but rob sits there with crossed arms and a sour face.
first… it’s kenny, you get on kenny’s lap grinding a bit and making sure to withhold eye contact with rob. you lick kenny’s neck before crawling over to kordell to give kenny a good view of your thong.
(WE RESPECT THE GIRLS HERE SO THIS IS JUST TO MAKE ROB JELLY)
you go over to kordell and squat over him and grind down on him. screams are still echoing but the adrenaline is getting to you. blood rushes to your head while blood rushes to robs dick. he keeps a straight face so you needed to up your game.
then came kendall…you get up on kendall’s lap and do a couple of tricks and shaking your ass a bit. maintaining eye contact with rob.
miguel was next, you got down on your knees in front of him. “you think you can save me miguel?” you look up at him innocently.
then Aaron, you get on his lap and grind a bit.. but then robs turn it was. you grab him by the collar bringing him to the front and kicking him down.
a tent was very much in his pants, his jaw was clenched and body was tense. this was monumental for the other islanders. despite being in a couple the only reason you guys were together was so you weren’t voted off. everyone got louder as you kicked his chest and then his neck and then grinding down on his rock hard cock.
whining touching your breasts, “there’s no place like home…right rob?.” you kiss his mouth and grab his collar again and slam him down. standing up above him your heel barely missing his ear. you walk away and join the rest of the girls and then the boys leave screaming in excitement.
the girls surround the fire pit in anticipation, you can’t help but think you might’ve messed up with rob. every-time you grinded on a guy. you could see the rage that was building up inside of him.
every guy goes and does their tricks. but when rob comes out. you see revenge in his eyes. he couldn’t let you outdo him and you couldn’t let him raise your heart and face the humiliation.
after a bit of eye contact, it was finally your turn. rob threw out over his shoulder and laid you down face down, ass up. wrapping his lasso around your waist and grinding down while holding your hips up. nipping and kissing at your neck. he grabs your hair slightly to make you look at him “is that the best you can do baby?” then lets your hair go and joins the fire pit and so do the guys.
it was now time to see who raised your heart the most.
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒..𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑
𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀
𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄
𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.
𝐑𝐎𝐁...𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐘/𝐍
holy shit, your plan had worked. a stupid smirk plastered across your face as everyone mouth drops.
“I’ll take that smirk right off your face y/n.” rob whispered in your ear lowly.
𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒..
𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑: 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋.
𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐀: 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘
𝐘/𝐧...𝐑𝐎𝐁.
this can’t be right, this can’t be right at all. your face is bright red and your face is burning up. “is that so princess? and you laughed at me getting turned on by you..not my fault you looked so damn slutty in this cute little outfit.”
he tugs on your dress a bit and everybody gets hype but soon after ariana leaves and your all left to yourself, another text comes through.
with no hesitation the islanders all pick you and rob. claiming it’s a fuck it out scenario. but you couldn’t stand robs ego. rob had the biggest ego. this was not a fuck it out thing..sure rob has a great body, but personality was unbearable to you.
“nothings happening tonight y/n.” he says to you coldly. the girls grabbing you before you could talk back.
the boys surround rob and then suddenly your picking out a cute lacy piece of lingerie.
“are you guys gonna fuck tonight?” leah blurts out moving her brows up and down.
“hell no, this is just to show him what he could have if he wasn’t such a big dick to me.” the girls brows raise and burst out into laughter.
the girls run down the stairs, you follow them very far behind so rob can get a good look at your body. rob stands there with no emotion but hand over his dick to hide the boner that’s forming.
he eye fucks you and says the goodbyes to the other islanders as you enter the hideaway.
you look around and it’s beautiful, but rob quickly drags your hands to the bedroom and bends you over the bed.
“act like a slut huh?” SMACK “getting my heart rate up?” SMACK “embarrassing me?” SMACK
“r-rob i’m sorry.” you let out, parting your legs farther. you couldn’t deny anymore.
you needed rob to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.
“you want this?” he asks.
you nod and blurt out yes.
“good girl.” he kneels down and takes your thong off swiftly shoving those pretty panties into his pocket.
you still couldn’t see him so the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming next was turning you on, you were practically dripping and a mess.
rob swipes his finger up and down your slit before pushing two fingers into your wet hole and licking and sucking your clit aggressively.
moans are heard against your cunt, making the pleasure more intense. you tighten around his fingers. “your not cumming on my fingers.”
he quickly pulls away fumbling with his belt and hearing his pants drop. a harsh slap is landed on your ass again. you were sure your ass was red.
he uses his foot to part your legs more and lines himself up with your cunt and pushing in slowly. he throws his pretty head back and begins to thrust into you deep and slow.
“you like torturing me pretty baby?” he whines.
“fuck this pussy is amazing, gonna fuck you everywhere.” he whines and whines.
you couldn’t get a word in since his thrusts speed up. he was pretty big. very big. you were full.
he pulls out and flips you to your back. “wanna see that cute face of yours when I fill you up with my cum.”
he pushes back in speeding up and letting the white ring form around his dick, suddenly you tighten against him and rob lets out a strained groan and everything goes black when your eyes glue themselves together. water gushes from your cunt onto the sheets, floor, and rob.
“oh holy shit your doing that again y/n.” his thrusts get harder and faster and he makes you squirt again and again till he’s satisfied.
“i’m gonna cum pretty girl.” his thrusts get sloppy and then strings of cum fill your cunt up.
he topples over onto the bed pulling you with him.
“maybe it was a fuck it out thing, your pretty y/n.”
he kisses your forehead.
“also, kaylor told me I was a big dick to you..so question is my attitude matching my dick size or whatever.”
SUMMARY: Ghostface watches you and calls you. He gets bored, and one of your friends gets killed. You try to swear ghostface off, but he stalks you. You want revenge.
A/N: THANK YOU for all the love. Masked Ghostface, inspired by canon gfs & night walks. HC who you want. Enough recap in the first paragraph to read as a one shot.
WARNINGS: I8+ noncon p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, choking, degradation, slut shaming, drugs, creampie, noncon breeding, phone sex, masturbation, knife play, a modicum of canon-typical plot/violence. Gf calls himself daddy. DEAD DOVE. NO USE OF Y/N. Starts in GHOSTFACE POV.
You aren't doing yourself any favors by thinking about him every time you get off. You should get on tinder. Go on another date. Get a boyfriend. But there's too much now. You've got a video of him whimpering with his cock out after you had your way with him, and a picture of him with cum all over his robe a minute later. And then there's the mirror pic he took in your bathroom. He's behind you, holding you naked in front of him. There's a look of arousal on your face, and you must be so ashamed, but you keep coming back to look at it every night. . .and you're not the only one.
Ghostface air dropped it to himself right after he took the pic. You should really be more careful with your settings. And your blinds, and your curtains. But you don't wanna be more careful, do you? You've got everything the cops could need to put him away. You even had his DNA, and you kept it to yourself. Allll to yourself. And you’d like to have more of it, wouldn't you? It's fascinating, really, how bad you want his cock.
You haven't heard from him in weeks, but he still comes by every once in a while. He sees your neighbor check in on you, and you keep looking at the time on your apple watch until he leaves. He sees you try on your slutty Halloween costumes– your backside looks best in that tight ass nurse dress, but god damn, your tits in that pleather. What a pretty pussy you are. Meow. He sees you get dressed for bed, and just in time.
You check your phone and glance out your bedroom window before you take out your vibrator. Ghostface takes out his cock and lifts his mask to spit on it. This is his season, you know. You must think about him all the time. Every time you see one of those phony Stab costumes. Every time you carve a pumpkin. He lets you get a head start building to your climax. God damn, you want that cock, and you do an awful job hiding it when you see the call from a restricted number. You look at your phone, biting your lip, and let it ring for a few seconds before you wet your lips and answer it. But you don't say anything. Ohh, playin’ hard to get, are ya?
Ghostface admires the stiffness of his cock in his hand and strokes it while he watches you try not to speak first. It's quite the game of chicken–at least a full minute of silence. He breathes heavier as he strokes himself, and then he hears the buzz of your toy.
"Mmm, good kitty."
"What do you want?" Your breathing is heavy, too.
"Wanna know how bad ya want this cock."
"Is your cock all you think about?"
He breathes a laugh. "That'd make two of us, wouldn't it?"
You scoff, still touching yourself, teasing your clit with your vibrator.
"Yeah that's it," he pants, and you arch your back. "Come for daddy." You come so fast it's pitiful.
You're easy. Too easy. He's getting bored.
You're a bad, bad girl, and he wants to find out how bad. You know, he's never much cared for your "friend" Marla. He suspects you don't either, based on the way you tense at her hug in the bookstore.
—-----you-------
A DILF cop comes by your house. Must be new to the force since you've never seen him. You're used to them checking on you. The COP asks if he can come in, probably trying to be thorough, you think. But he asks you to take a seat, and he sits down next to you on your sofa. When he has trouble meeting your eyes, your pulse quickens.
He knows. He must know somehow. He knows you're a sick fuck who has phone sex with ghostface and gets off to his dick pics every night. Maybe he even knows you fucked him. He might even know you forced him. You're blanking on excuses if they find the photos in your phone. The cop leans forward and his biceps strain the short sleeves of his tan uniform. He wrings his large, veiny hands as he turns his head to look at you. Finally, his big brown eyes meet your gaze, and he tells you, "He's back. Got a crime scene down the block"
The relief lasts about ten seconds, and then you don't have to feign your horror. The blood rushes from your head to your pounding heart. You foolishly thought his killing days might be behind him.
"Officer. . ."
"Call me Javi."
"How do you know it's him, Javi?" You challenge him.
"You really wanna know?" He raises his eyebrows at you.
"It's him, sweetheart." He puts a big, warm hand on your upper back, then slides it up to squeeze your shoulder. "Got someone who can stay with ya?"
You take a few seconds to answer, then whisper, “yeah.”
"Well, if not . . . " he sighs and leans way back on the sofa to reach into his uniform pants for his wallet. "Got a pen?"
He writes his personal number on a business card and leaves it with you. As you let him out the front door, sirens are wailing.
Later, you see the crime scene online. Marla isn't just dead, she's stabbed, slit, and bled dry. The water runs red in the fountain you pass every day on the way out of your neighborhood. A needed reminder of the sicko you’re dealing with.
Over the next few days, you delete the ghostface photos and the video. You get a call from a restricted number and don’t answer it. You get a text from an unsaved number: don’t tell me you thought I changed.
You delete it. When you’re leaving the neighborhood one day, you spot Javi in an unmarked car. When you get to your destination, you text him “why are you following me?”
Like a boomer, he calls you instead of texting back. You don’t answer. Then he replies, “Why don’t you have company? You shouldn’t be alone.”
You send back, “If I have company, will you leave me alone?”
“I can give you some space, sure. But I have a job to do.”
“And what’s that?”
“Keeping you safe.”
—--
You’re not going to let ghostface control your life. You don’t know what would happen if you ran into him now, and you try not to think about it, although you do find yourself going into the trash folder on your phone to look at what you deleted. You make plans to go out with friends. It’s the first weekend of October, and there’s a huge Halloween festival. You put on your nurse costume.
An hour before your friends arrive, your doorbell rings. You look at your app and it’s Javi. Well, this is awkward, you think as you finish pulling up your black, thigh-high fishnets. You answer the door and let Javi in, trying not to let your eyes linger on the way his arms stretch his sleeves. You decline to sit down.
“Look, if you’re gonna go out, you should carry this,” he says, then looks you up and down and his gaze lingers on your cleavage. You clear your throat. He swallows and gives a subtle smile like yeah so what? “Gonna wear a purse?” he asks.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” You roll your eyes.
You reluctantly change into the cat costume and wear a bat purse. You go out with your friends and everyone gets way too drunk. Your friend Sam gets in an altercation after a frat party, and your other friends have to restrain her and walk her home. You’re tired and you don’t want to deal with it. You insist you’ll be fine since you’re armed. You decide to walk a couple blocks before you order your ride home so you can wait somewhere with more people around.
—--ghostface—-
You filthy little slut. Are you enjoying yourself? Ignoring him, playing hard to get, acting like you’re not flattered, then teasing him, prancing around Woodsboro looking like a handjob costs $20. Walking alone through an alley – you really are a dumb bitch, aren’t you?
Ghostface knows where you’re headed. He’s seen you take this route before, so he gets ahead of you and waits. He’s vaping in the shadows behind a fire escape in the alley. When he hears the click of your slutty boots, he hits send: a dark alley? lmao. He hears the ding on your phone and the click of your heels slows down right before you reach the fire escape. no point running, he sends. Then he brings the vape pen under his mask and sucks in a mouth full of smoke, and your phone illuminates your face and your eyes widen.
—--you—--
The alley smells like weed. You’re reading the texts when ghostace appears from behind the fire escape, coming at you with his robe flowing behind him. He only has one glove on. His gloved hand grabs your throat and he pins you to the wall. You choke and gasp for air. He tilts his mask and a small amount of smoke billows out of the dark mesh at the top of his long, black mouth. He eases up on your throat only to move his hand to your jaw and tighten his grip, squeezing your cheeks to keep your mouth open as the smoke billows thicker and closer. His mask is only an inch from your mouth. You close your eyes and breathe in, and as he releases the smoke into your mouth, your clit throbs. You've got butterflies in your chest, being close to him again. You cough.
"Good girl," he says as he relaxes his grip on your jaw. Then his knee nudges your purse out of the way and wedges your thighs open.
“Bet ya miss me more than Marla, don’t ya?”
If only he wasn’t right. There’s a fire burning in the pit of your stomach just being close to him. But Javi will probably be here any minute, and you need to put up a fight so they won't be onto you. You abruptly knee ghostface in the groin. He grunts and falls backward only slightly.
"Bad kitty." He takes you by the throat again as you try to fight back. “Bad, bad girl.” He hasn't brandished his knife, but you know he has it. You can't get your gun out quickly enough. You look at your phone and it flies out of your hand as Ghostface grabs your wrist.
He lets go of you and picks your phone up off the ground, then walks away, robe trailing behind him as he disappears into the night.
You try to follow him, but he loses you. The audacity–he shotguns you, gets you all riled up, takes your phone, and leaves you, just assuming you won’t do anything about it. Assuming you’ll chase him. You think about the fountain scene. You think about him leaving you. Rage eclipses your desire. If you see him, you might actually shoot him. Now all you have is your metro card to get home, and luckily you’re close enough to the train station.
–-
Scattered groups of drunk college students stumble around, bicker, and laugh.
The train doors are open and you jog to make it in time, just barely squeezing in before the door closes behind you. The car is full, but not packed. A Freddy Kruger makes room for you, and you stand with your hand braced on the pole. You get a message on your apple watch, meaning ghostface must be in bluetooth distance.
always wanted to see you on the pole.
You look behind you, and there he is, sitting at the back of the car. You should run, but you’re gonna get your phone back at the very least. There’s too much damage he could do with what’s on it. As the passengers finish unloading, you discreetly open your purse and put your hand on your gun, then set your sights on ghostface, who’s manspreading and sitting back. The only other company in the back of the train car is a Michael Myers who looks to be passed out drunk.
You take out the gun and turn the safety off as you approach ghostface in your slutty cat costume. He pulls back his head and cowers in an exaggerated oh, i’m scared move. He stays quiet, for once.
“My phone,” you tell him.
He looks around, pretending like he has no idea what you’re talking about.
“Now,” you order and put your finger on the trigger. He takes a phone out of his pocket, but it’s not yours.
“What the hell’s wrong with you,” you ask. The train jolts and you’re propelled onto him. You brace yourself with your free hand on his strong shoulder, and when you feel his hard muscle, butterflies swarm to your core. If he isn’t going to offer up your phone, you’ll have to find it yourself. You press the muzzle of the gun into his neck, through the fabric of his mask. He freezes. You reach under his robe and pat him down, finding nothing in the front pockets of his jeans. You should check his back pockets, but first you grab his crotch while you’re at it and laugh when he’s semi-hard.
“Cock’s the only thing you’re good for, and this is what you’ve got for me?” His mask tilts down, watching you grope him. You savor the feeling of control. “Worthless,” you spit. Desire bubbles between your thighs as you feel him harden in your grip. Fuck it, you’re gonna take him one last time. You don’t want the last memory of all this to be him dominating you in your bathroom. You wanna go out on top. You fumble with his button and zipper with your free hand, then command, “Take it out.”
He tilts his mask at you, then looks behind you as though seeing who’s around.
“No one’s looking,” you mutter. “Stop fucking around.” You hold the gun to his neck and he urgently takes his hard cock out. You reach down for it. It’s thick and warm in your hand. “Don’t feel half as big as ya look on camera,” you tell him. “Pretty sad.” You spit in your hand and reach for his cock again. “So desperate for my attention,” you mock him. “You’ll do anything, wont ya?”
This is fine, you tell yourself, You’ll tell the cops he forced you, and then you’ll even have his DNA, and they can catch him, and this can all be over. . .after one last ride.
You put your knees on the seat on either side of him. You hover over his cock and use your free hand to run the head through your dripping folds, then you sink onto him and bottom out with ease. His cock twitches against your walls, and a shiver races down your spine. Your nipples harden, visible even through your pleather top. The sheer arousal pisses you off. He feels too good. A man like this doesn't deserve to be so good at dicking you down, without even trying. Without doing anything. You move up and down him, and he does exactly nothing. He knows it gets you off. You hate how full he makes you feel. You resent the incomparable pleasure that will linger in your mind, in your whole body, for days. Maybe forever.
He moans soft enough that the voice changer doesn't pick it up. You wince at the sound of his humanity.
Something comes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you tell him as you bring yourself down on his cock again. . “I don't wanna hear your voice." You raise yourself up. "I don’t wanna know who you are." You roll your hips into him. "I don’t fucking care. I don’t care about you at all," you bite, fucking yourself on his cock, dripping wetter and wetter. You keep degrading him as you fuck him. "You’re nothing to me." In your lower belly, a climax is building. "You’re a faceless cock. Always have been.” He sits motionless as you ride him harder. Maybe it was the weed, but you can’t get enough.
When the train reaches the next stop, you tug down your dress as much as you can and sit still on his cock. You hide the gun between your bodies.
Your watch dings with a notification–an unsaved number.
how's the 🍆
A shadow eclipses you from behind, and you hear the snap of a picture. Your face goes ice cold.
"Oh you're a reeeeeal bad girl, aren't ya?" The real ghostface says behind you. All the hair on your body stands up, and your heart pounds as you look at the costume in front of you. The lack of gloves, the quality of fabric, the jeans under it. The cock of a stranger twitches inside you and the gun shakes in your hand. "What the fuck," you mutter. You start to get off the man, but the real ghostface slams you back down on him.
"Oh don't stop now, kitty. "
He holds you down on the man's cock. "Lovin’ this Halloween special. sure he is, too. Ain't ya, buddy?"
"What the hell’s goin' on," the man mutters in a regular voice.
You’re about to berate the man for deceiving you. "You let me," then you feel the heavy weight of the gun in your hand and stop short, shame rushing into every blood vessel of your body.
"Better finish what ya started," the real Ghostface says. "A happy customer won't snitch, right brother?"
When you don't move, Ghostface says, "god damnit," then squats down and wraps his arm around you. "Do I have to do everything?" He lifts you up a little, so the man's cock almost falls out, then drops you back down. He lifts you up and down the man's hard cock, and it's horrifically erotic having Ghostface fuck you on another man's dick. The real Ghostface cock is hard against your back.
Ghostface adjusts his grip and grabs a tit as he forces you up and down. The man’s Stab mask tilts down, watching his cock disappear into you again and again. Your lips part, and a moan slips out.
"Oh, you filthy, filthy girl," Ghostface chides.
"Shut up," you snap as Ghostface sheaths the man’s cock with you again.
"Gonna cum for him, pumpkin? Milk his cock?"
No, God no, this random guy can't cum inside you. Your body stiffens and you shake your head no.
"Oh, c'mon, kitty."
"No," you whimper.
Ghostface sighs in exasperation and one of his arms leaves your torso for a moment. Then he points his knife at the man you're riding. "Ten seconds."
Ghostface holds the knife to your throat as he keeps manhandling you on the guy's cock, counting down, "ten," he lifts and lowers you, "nine," stuffing you with the man's cock, "eight," and he's only at "seven," when the man flattens his back and arms against the subway seats and shudders as he lifts his hips into you. Ghostface forces you down, and you cry, "no," drowned out by the man's groan as he cums. You moan at his pulsations. It's sick, disgustingly hot, getting pumped full of this stranger's cum on a subway car with Ghostface holding a knife to your throat. Your spine arches and you begin to convulse, milking the stranger’s cock just like Ghostface told you to.
"Hellll yeahhh." Ghostface gropes your tit. His cock twitches against your back. He addresses the stranger, "She's hot for a serial rapist, right?" as he lets your weight fully down onto the man. He lets you push yourself off the man, and ghostface holds you by your neck so you won't run. As the man's cock flops sloppily onto his open jeans, Ghostface tells him, "now get the fuck outta here." The man in the ghostface mask is still zipping up his pants when Ghostface adds, "this one needs a real big cock." Then Ghostface asks you, "don't ya, pumpkin?" And takes the man's seat.
The train comes to a stop and as the man scurries out of the subway car, he warns other riders not to board the car. He’s removing his mask as the train pulls away, but you don’t get to see him. Ghostface takes the man's seat and hikes up his robe, revealing his pj pants. He takes his cock out and manhandles you onto his lap. You hover. You're not about to hop on his dick, but let’s face it, you’re not gonna put up a fight, either. You're tired. You're confused. You're horny as hell. There must be something in that weed.
Out the window, everyone is staring as the train slowly pulls away.
Ghostface hikes your dress all the way up and stares between your legs with the stranger's cum seeping out of you.
"Look at this mess," he catches the cum with the flat of the knife, cool against your folds. He slowly drags the knife toward himself, then angles it up toward your mound. Then he takes the knife off you. He wraps his hand around your ass and the handle of the knife rests against your skin. “Now sit on daddy’s cock.”
He lifts you onto his cock. He hesitates with his tip notched at your entrance, and you twitch with need. Then he pulls you down, and his thick cock stretches you – a pleasant, easy stretch – as you sink onto him. He's bigger than the cock you just had.
"What's my favorite movie?" He asks, then begins to move you on his cock. He holds you still. You're dying for friction. "Strangers on a train," he answers for you, and you ignore him. "Hitchcock's overrated,” Ghostface says. “Now I've got my *own*.” Great, he took a video, too. This is bad for you, really bad, but all you can think about is the big, hard cock inside you. He's still not moving, and neither are you. Your clit is throbbing. You begin to rock your hips as the train slows down .
Ghostface slaps your ass with his bare hand. "Made for the screen, baby." His hips begin to move under you, finally. You close your eyes, feeling his thick shaft pump in and out of you, sliding with ease through the other man's cum. "Sure can take a cock." He feels so fucking good. Why did he have to kill again? Why can't he just fuck you? God his cock feels good. "Bet ya coulda taken us both," ghostface says and his cock twitches inside you. "Ohh, fuck." The train stops. He puts down his knife and takes the gun from you. "Yeah, this hole could take two, no problem." His crude words are making you throb more. You feel people watching from the train window, and your face is hot, but you can't get enough of this cock. "Maybe that's what this filthy cunt needs. Two cocks." Your walls twitch around him. "Ooohhh, like the sound'a that, don't ya?" You feel an orgasm building in your gut. "Hell yeah, dirty girl."
The train leaves the station again. “Maybe next time I’ll bring a friend.” he brings the gun to your face. He prods your cheek with the muzzle. Then nudges your lips open and you groan in protest.
"Give it a kiss, pumpkin'" You pull your head back and turn your cheek. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Your vision is blurry. Your body is dizzy with pleasure and adrenaline. Ghostface gives up on putting the gun in your mouth. He drags the cool metal down your face, around your neck, to your back, then keeps dragging it down. Then he slouches down in the seat and adjusts your angle on top of him, pulling you tighter against his chest.
His massive, ungloved hand lifts your ass cheeks out of the way and spreads you wide. He brings you upward, letting most of his cock out, then you feel the cool metal at your dripping entrance. He wedges the cold muzzle of the gun into your pussy right alongside his cock. "Yeah, take it, kitty."
You groan as he pulls you down on his cock and the gun. What has he done to you? Why is this so hot? "Yeah, knew ya could take two cocks." To your horror, you find your hips rocking. "Fuck yeah," he growls. The barrel of the gun is cool against the back wall of your cunt, and your hole is squeezing his cock tighter now. He wriggles the gun around in a circular motion against his cock. "Ohh yeah." The train speeds up. "Hold on tight," he warns. He begins to manhandle you on his cock and the gun. You're on the edge. Your asshole tightens and tension swells in your core.
"Fuck," you whisper.
He feels it. "Yeah, that's right." You hold your breath. "Cum for me, pumpkin, or I'll make you into pie." Your climax overtakes you and you wince as you clench around the gun and his cock.
"Goooood giirl," he says with your body jerking around his. "There's daddy's little slut." Wave after wave hits you and your cunt squeezes him and the gun. He holds you tighter against him and lifts you enough to slide the gun out, leaving your exhausted cunt looser around him. “Yeah, plenty’a room for two.” You're still having aftershocks. They're not fading, like another one could build. You reach for your clit. "Needy, needy cunt." You rub yourself and he rocks you on his cock until you cum again.
"Hell yeah," he moans when you clench around him. Then he erupts inside you with a groan. His cock pulses against your walls as his warm spend mixes with the other man's. "Yeahhh." His cum goes on and on. "Fuck, yeahh."
As soon as he's finished coming, he pulls you off his lap. He tucks his cock back in his PJs. The train rolls to a stop.
He pats your lower belly. “Won’t know who's the father," he chides, "but at least ya know who's daddy."
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May 2024 update - I have 3 more parts outlined for this summer.
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THANK YOU FOR READING. If you want more parts, reblogs and comments make all the difference.
Now that you know what happens, it's a solid re-read. Especially when reader is degrading him 😭 lmk your thoughts when you come back to reread lol.
if you liked this smut, you could check out raider Joel meanwhile.
Also BTW gasolinerainbowpuddles is responsible for giving me the kink of degradation about unknown paternity starting with the fic liquid gold which is amazing.
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Soft! Rafe Cameron x Reader (Name Drop twice- Amerie)
Synopsis: Rafe surprises you with a romantic time in a field of flowers.
Warnings: Cute fluff
A/N: I have never been so busy in my life, so I have to get something out.
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“Rafe Cameron, where are we going?” Amerie inquired playfully sternly with a soft smile. You refused to leave the bed unless Rafe told you about his planned surprise. “We are… going out to dinner.” He leans down and kisses you just for him to pick you up by your waist, positioning your body to the walk-in closet. “Fine, fine. What am I wearing to this supposed dinner, baby?”
“You’re going to want a soft look and THOSE.” Rafe points to the costly butterfly heels you haven’t dared to wear because there hasn’t been an event to wear them to. Lavender silk and each thread are embroidered, creating a garden-like look, but the IT factor is the pastel lavender leather and lining, along with the two butterflies placed on each heel. You start to protest, but he quickly moves on to the clothing.
You pick out a puffed sleeve that laces in the front and a sweetheart neckline paired with a pastel pink and light black skirt forming a Gingham pattern as two tasteful little slits are at the bottom.
Amerie twirls for Rafe, who is more than satisfied with the outfit that completely fits his desired aesthetic. “How come you’re not dressed so fancy because you seem to be a fashionista nowadays.” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your face until your lips are meters away. “I’m hard just looking at you.” He lays his hand on your cheek, caressing your pale cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Your lips turn to a large grin, and start giggling. “Are you ready, Cameron?” You peck his red lips. Rafe grabs a bookbag, stuffing a camera, water, and two pairs of sunglasses, one black pair of Ray Bands and the other white Chanel sunglasses with pearls on the sides. Right, because we wear sunglasses while eating… How normal.
“Close your eyes, baby.” You close your eyes as the truck stops and wait for Rafe to help you out of his car. He interlaces your hands together, and a floral smell comes about, strong too. “Open.” He whispers.
A flower field filled with every flower possible. “You remembered!” He nods, smiling wholeheartedly at your happiness. You grazed over the subject one night of wanting to have a romantic time with Rafe in a field of flowers and take pictures. The scenery is better than the pictures. The blinding orange sun, squinting up at the pink and orange cloudless sky, blended as if a professional had come to swipe the colours across to contrast with the dark trees behind the field of wildflowers, tulips, sunflowers, and Lilies, but your favourite blossom was missing. A Dahlia, specifically an ombre of white to pastel orange, makes it extremely hard to spot among the other bright oranges.
“Sweetheart,” Rafe shouted for you though he was halfway across the field from you. He’s holding the exact flower. You squeal, running wobbly in your heels. He snaps a few photos, and you give him your best pouty face for it. “I love you.” You then realize his shirt is off and glide your delicate hands over his abdomen. “I love you too, my ethereal girl.” He grins compassionately into the chaste kiss.
Ok, so I thought of a blurb idea that was so cute, and I think it would fit before everything happened. Got this idea from the fanfics I read. Where rafe calls TR "Mama"
You picked up Primrose from your mom's house and now you were driving back home to your house
Rafes hand rested on your thigh as he drove
It was obvious he was tired
When you 3 got home you took a shower first as rafe played with Primrose
Then rafe took a shower as you made dinner for everyone
When rafe came out of the shower he came behind you and wrapped his arms around you resting his head on you as you fed primrose dinner
Rafe peeked his eyes above your shoulder and gave primrose funny looks with his eyes
That made primrose laugh
You smiled, heart warmed at your lover and child's relationship
"How was your day mama"
"It was good"
Rafe hummed and kissed your shoulder
You giggled and looked back at your child to see the angry expression she has
"What's that look for" you ask her with a teasing pout
"Mamma" she said to the best of her ability
your jaw dropped
you turned around to look at Rafe to see if you heard right
to see that he was recording
"MAMMA" she said again
you put her plate down and go to her
showering her with kisses making her giggle
"Mamas girl" you whisper to her
you felt hands wrap around your waist
"We're having another kid, so their first word can be dada"
You giggled at that
"We'll see"
Rafe kisses your cheek, and all of a sudden, you hear an angery sound coming from beneath you
You look down to your daughter to see she has that same angery expression from before
You take her out of her (whatever the hell babies eat on)
And hold her
"Whats wrong baby"
She pushes rafe away, which has you a little confused
"Hey, what did I do peach?"
Rafe says, coming closer to see if he did something
"My mama" you suddenly hear
Your jaw drops, and you look at rafe for confirmation of what you just heard
You see rafes wide eyes looking back at you for the same confirmation
"Hm, but she's dating me" rafe said cheekyly
You watched as primroses Pout worked
"MY MAMA" she screamed as she wrapped her hands around your neck
You and rafe both laughed, and you rubbed her back up and down while she had her head buried in your neck
Time skip
You put primrose to sleep
You and rafe were in bed, your head on his chest, and his hands ran over your hair
"You know she kinda looks like you when she's mad"
"Whats that supposed to mean"
"That your cute when you're mad"
You giggled
"Shut up and go to sleep"
Rafe kissed the top of your head, and you both drifted off to sleep.
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Hey sweets, I know everyone's waiting for part 3 of restart, but I got this cute idea and made it, might make a part 2 where primrose says her 2nd/3rd word (I don't know if "my" counts) that's like daddy or Dada let me know if you wanna see that. I'm finishing this at 1:28 am lol
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Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.
Minors DNI
Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, stepcest, called bitch, nicknames like stepbrother, stepsister, and stepbrother, teasing, p in v, and grinding.
A/N: I hope this doesn't seem too rushed, but they did get a happy ending!
Part one
You tried to push him away, you did, but he wouldn’t leave. It was supposed to be a night of releasing pent-up tension- or that’s what you told yourself, and now Rafe can’t keep his hands off you. It wasn’t just sex, Rafe confided in you. He told you things he’d never tell anyone else, and you replicated his gestures and late-night talks. Your friends started to notice how close you and Rafe had become, and so did your Mother. She was delighted that Rafe had someone to talk to, for him to have such a good sister like you.
You put your hands on Rafe’s chest to stop him from kissing you. “Rafe, we can’t do this anymore before- before we get attached. I’m serious.” You were lying through your teeth. He knew it because you were already attached. “I thought we inferred that you were a good sister. Can’t fuck your stepbrother one more time, baby.” His veiny hand makes its way up your thigh and unbuttons your shorts. He slips his hand under your panties, gliding his finger over your slit before easing his middle finger into you. “You like that sister?” The nickname only made you wetter. You nod, leaning to kiss him, but he pushes you away and removes his finger from your cunt. You rub your thighs concurrently, whining.
Rafe lays you back against your pillows, his body between your legs, his erection pressed against your pussy. “You’re going to kiss me next time like a good stepsister?” He grabs your jaw, lips pushing together as you choke out a desperate yes, grinding your hips onto his. Rafe presses his mouth to yours and spits saliva angrily into your mouth, and you swallow it like a good stepsister. Despite your neediness, you pretend to gently run your hands through Rafe’s dishevelled hair but tug his head back, watching him smile sinisterly. This week Rafe has had a temper hence the anger already shared in the few seconds, and you always let him use you. So it was time to have a switch. Until you hear your Mother’s voice from the other side, causing you to stiffen up. “Yeah, Mom?” You call out while Rafe kisses your jaw, only to find your sweet spot for you to moan quietly. “I need to talk to you.” You yell out okay.
“Rafe Cameron, the bathroom now!” You whisper-scream at him because he won’t stop kissing you. Then, finally, you push him by the butt to get in there, rolling your eyes after.
You compose yourself before opening the bedroom door, taking deep breaths and buttoning up your shorts. “Mom, what do you want to talk about?” You smile, both of you sitting on the bed where you were grinding onto Rafe. “I know you and Rafe have been becoming closer, and I just want you to be careful because he can be…” She rubs her neck, giving you a slight smile and obvious ‘mom’ advice. All girls should be wary around Rafe because the next thing you know, you're having sex with him every day.
“But, I also wanted you to know that me and Ward aren’t doing so hot right now.” You try not to look happy because your mom is heartbroken, but you choke on your spit, wheezing until your breath becomes stable. She gives you a worried look but brushes it off. “I’m hoping it’ll work out, but I’m exhausted after this long day.” You yawn on cue, eyes saddening for your mom's convenience. You walk her out to the hall. “Night, love you.” You shut and lock your bedroom door, jump onto Rafe excitedly, and wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss all over his face as he laughs.
He lightly throws you into the bed and quickly throws your shorts and panties to the wooden floor. You unbuckle his bed and slide his khakis off with his boxers, letting his cock lay against your abdomen. “I’m not fucking you.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a light kiss on them. You furrow your brows, confused. “But we got good news.” You sigh, irritated. Of course, Rafe had to be stubborn today.
Rafe rubs his tip up and down your folds, putting extra pressure on your clit. Your hands grasp the sheets until your knuckles turn white, and the only oxygen you can breathe is his because his mouth is sealed to yours. He pulls away. “C’mon, rub yourself on me since you decided to be a bitch today.” His gravelly voice whispers, biting your bottom lip, creating an indent from his teeth.
You’re so desperate that you oblige. You lower your cunt on Rafe’s erection, and every bulging vein is more prominent as you stroke his cock with your pussy, adding to the pleasure of his tip slightly curving up into you, but he doesn’t let it happen. “Just one thrust. Please, baby.” You pout sweetly, throwing your hands around his neck, legs shuddering just for Rafe to look conceited. He pulls your shirt off, sucking on your nipples that turn sensitive too quickly. “Rafe, please. I need you.” You say tersely, and you see him deciding whether he should. Finally, he does—one deep but profound thrust as you cry out in pleasure, covering your mouth quickly.
You knew you would barely last a minute because of his teasing. The bed squeaks with each movement, and your breasts bounce as Rafe pounds into you unmercifully. Finally, his hand rubs quick circles on your clit, and you are gone. Your eyes roll back, pussy spasming around his cock, and long lines of ripped skin on Rafe’s taut back.
A month later, you’re completely moved out of the Camerons' house and back into the comfort of your home. Fortunately, your feelings for Rafe didn’t leave but grew more assertive, leading to a secret relationship until it reached figure eight, and everyone knew. At first, you weren’t on speaking terms with most of your friends, but they later accepted it, saying more than needed kinky things about your relationship with Rafe.
I can't get the thought of Rafe making you touch yourself and the later assisting you and roughly fucking you all while Barry watches just😩
C'mon baby
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Minors DNI
Warnings: Smut, fingering, masturbating, p in v, rough Rafe, bruising, light dirty talk, and implied after care.
A/N: I'm not into Barry but like you never know…
Rafe has been acting weirdly sweet, a sickening sweet like pink cotton confection made untouched at the carnival. As a dutiful boyfriend, he takes you out to your favorite restaurant by the ocean, platonic cuddles at the beach because they’d usually lead to sex, and sweet talking you to let his coke dealer watch you guys have sex at the end of the day in his bedroom. Despite Barry being good-looking and muscular, you were off-the-charts nervous, and your body was rigid to the touch.
“Rafe, but,” You trail off after your boyfriend tells you Barry is halfway here. “C’mon baby, you’ll do great. Barry’s cool.” Rafe begins to pepper kisses from your jawline to your shoulder and then slowly rubs his thumbs over your shoulders, massaging you. You unwind in his hands, the tensity built up in your muscles, leaving with each benign knead. “He’s here.” Rafe leans down to kiss you delicately while you look at him through your lashes. The innocent look on your face makes him smile as he walks out of the room. Once he leaves, you quickly search Rafe’s drawers for an oversized shirt; finding a polo, you take off your bra but leave your panties on.
Their footsteps inch closer, and you position yourself on your knees to sit on your back legs with a seductive grin, watching them walk in; both of their eyes descend to your nipples, poking through the navy blue-white striped button-up. Rafe’s face contorts into pride, and Barry looks more than pleased, both already sporting a hard-on at the sight of your perfect perky tits. “Princess,” He says solemnly. Barry sits in the comfortable chair beside the bed, pushed to the wall, creating a little distance between you and him. That is precisely why Rafe liked this, Barry could watch, but he couldn’t touch you. Not to lay a finger on your pretty body just so your boyfriend could show off your beauty as long as you were ok with it.
Rafe moved onto the bed behind you, pushing your thighs open for Barry while Rafe sucked on your neck to leave purple spots. “Take off your panties to show him your pretty pussy.” He whispered against your ear, looking to Barry, who seemed to be waiting on you. You stop, sitting on your knees so you can spread your legs wide, giving Barry the ideal view of you slightly, lifting your hips, throwing your black panties on the floor near his feet, and showing off your flawless white teeth and then Rafe brings your hand to your mound. “Rub your clit, but start slow, hmm?” You nod, obliging, but first, massage your wetness to your clit and begin rubbing light circles that emit whimpers from your mouth. Next, Rafe brings his hands under your shirt to fully cup both breasts. Barry starts to palm himself through his jeans, watching your idle speed grow quicker until your jaw is slack and you're leaning on Rafe for support. “Finger yourself.” You ease your middle finger into your tightness, and you can only imagine Rafe’s cock splitting you open. You observe Barry while he unzips his pants and takes his lengthy cock out.
The view of Barry stroking himself has you getting more aroused and thrusting two fingers in. Rafe is pinching your hard buds and raising the shirt over your boobs to display them, only adding to the sweat beading on your forehead and your hair sticking to your face. Your legs shake visibly, and you close your eyes until Rafe removes your hand and aggressively tugs his shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor. “Rafe.” You whine out, desperate to be touched again, to be whole. “She’s so fucking needy, huh, Barry?” He agrees with Rafe, and Barry’s eyes darken as he thrusts himself into his hand languidly. “So needy,” His voice wanders.
Rafe pushes your body to the bed so that your head hangs off enough to see an upside-down Barry masturbating, his mouth parted in a haze, looking into your eyes. Unexpectedly Rafe thrusts into you, causing a loud pornographic moan and the bed to creak with each drive of his dick. “Fuck Barry, it feels so good!” You cry out, your manicured fingers grasping Rafe’s shoulders, indenting your nails to his skin. You wrap your legs around Rafe’s waist, which creates a deep thrust bottoming out while Rafe’s big hands clasp your tits, almost hurting, but the snap of his hips against yours suffices the pain; Rafe unwraps your legs from his waist and flips you over so not that you're on top. You bring your hands down to his chest and start grinding on his dick, setting your own pace until Rafe bruisingly grabs your hips, stilling your movements and completely pounding into your cunt. Piercing yet pleasurable moans and grunts come from all three of you as Rafe slaps your ass to leave a red imprint and grabs your flesh roughly.
Your eyes shut from overstimulation while you rub your clit weakly. Rafe grabs your chin, and you can faintly hear him say look at Barry. You do, but your vision is blurred, your inner muscles clamp around Rafe’s dick with each hit of your cervix, and tears stream down your face as every noise of Rafe and Barry plunges to white noise until your legs give out, falling onto Rafe’s chest, your own heaving up and down while you feel Rafe’s cum spurt into you. You lift your head to look at Barry, sweating, and his hand covered in his cum, some of it dripping down to his jeans. He leans back in relief but gets up and heads to the bathroom.
Before you get off your boyfriend, give him a chaste peck and cover yourself in the crumpled duvet, watching Rafe throw shorts on. Barry comes back out. “Thanks for the show, princess.” He says, walking out with Rafe, making your cheeks twist to red.
Rafe comes jogging into the room. “Mhm, I’ll draw us a bath. Are you ok, baby?” He asks with genuine concern. You expose your crimson and slightly bruised body to him. “Yes, but you better cuddle me all day tomorrow. No excuses. Your schedule will be cleared.” You say as he smiles at your silliness, but you're dead serious and lean up to kiss Rafe softly.
