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ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ghostface!rafe x f!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, smut, use of the c word twice, using a weapon for pleasure (knife play??), slightly dark!rafe, possible dark!reader (she knows rafe kills and she low key luvs it. mention of rafe fucking reader with corpse in the room), dom!rafe, sub!reader, use of knife (obvi), blood, mention of murder, face slapping, mockery. let me know if i forgot any!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: ⤷ ghostface!rafe. reader has been a brat all day, constantly begging rafe to let him ride her, but he had other things in mind for her to ride.
ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: i hope you guys like it! this is my first ever time writing for ghostface!rafe and so i'm sorry if it sucks, i was getting the feel of it lol. let me know your thoughts! ꨄ
"please rafey," you whine in protest, practically trying to jump your boyfriend. you had been testing his patience all day long and now he was punishing you for it. all day, you had wanted to ride him. all day you wanted your boyfriends cock buried deep inside you. but eventually, the horniness turned into attitude and rafe got fed up real quick. he had put on his hooded black robe, grabbed the black and white mask and demanded you to shut the fuck up listen. he no more than pulled out his costume and you knew you were fucked.
his fingers roughly gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him. you couldn't see his face behind his mask, which made you feel so much more vulnerable to him. the sound of his breathing was amplified behind the mask as he brought his hand up, slapping you across the face. it just enough to sting your cheek and leave a red print. you hold your tender cheek, looking up at your boyfriend.
"get on the bed," he chides. you scramble to your feet, crawling onto the bed and sitting by the pillows, waiting for him to further instruct you. you watched him carefully as he walked closer to the bed.
"what are you going to do to me, mr. ghostface?" you anticipated what he could possibly do. the thrill was endless when this side of rafe came out. you often found yourself pissing him off on purpose so he's bring out the psycho ghostface side.
you remembered the first time you felt the thrill of your boyfriend being such a notorious serial killer. he had claimed a victim right in front of you; a guy who tried coming onto you at a party. his body laid lifeless in a sopping puddle of his own blood as rafe fucked you roughly on the bed. that's when you realized maybe you were a little psycho too. you'd never kill anyone, but it was becoming quite acceptable for your boyfriend to do so. you'd never bat an eye at him for it.
"you wanna act like a brat? i'm going to treat you like one." rafe shrugs, kneeling into the bed, moving his knees to scoot.
"all goddamn day you've been whiny as hell. 'rafe i need you,' 'rafe please let me ride you,' 'i need you inside me,'" rafe mocks you, coming closer to you. your heart thumped in anticipation, your breathing winded.
"you wanna ride so bad, huh?" rafe tuts. he reaches behind his back, swiftly pulling out his knife from behind him. your eyes widen at the sharp bladed, shiny stainless steel. he admires his weapon for a moment before plunging the blade into your mattress, the knife piercing the fabric with ease. you flinch, recoiling as you stared bewildered at the handle poking out.
"ride it," rafe demands, motioning to the knife handle. he couldn't possibly be serious... you look between his mask, and the knife, unsure of it. you opened your mouth to protest but rafe wasn't very patient, ripping his mask off and clutching your throat tightly again. "i said- ride. it."
you looked once more between the knife and your boyfriend, his face finally visible to you. you nodded, allowing him to ease off and let go of your throat. slowly, you crawled over to the knife kneeling in front of it. you stared at it for a moment before looking back to your boyfriend for clarification - he simply nods. you move around and eventually hover over the handle. lifting up your skirt, you push your panties to the side, but rafe isn't quite satisfied.
"uh uh," he interjects, shaking his head. you turn around and look at him, waiting for further instructions. "naked from the waist down. i wanna watch you," rafe admits, motioning to your skirt. you nod and crawl off the bed a moment, sliding your skirt and panties off, leaving yourself completely revealed. rafe nods in approval and you get back on the bed, straddling the knife handle yet again.
you take a breath before lowering yourself onto the cold hilt, gasping as it plunges into your soaked cunt. rafe's jaw falls slack as he realizes how much that just turned him on...
"go on, mama," rafe urges when you notices you hesitate. without second thought, you're lifting your hips up and down, allowing the handle to fuck your needy pussy. it won't compare to rafe, but fuck did it satisfy you just a bit. you close your eyes, exhaling deeply as you grip onto the headboard.
rafe stares at the scene in front of him, watching the handle covered in your juices every time you raise your hips up. he's practically drooling, attempting to shift his rock hard cock so it's not so strained against his tight pants.
"oh fuck," you moan, fucking yourself onto the weapon. you didn't expect it to feel as good as it did, your body getting more and more tense as you feel your orgasm approaching. you shake your ass as you ride, to get rafe going a bit. you hear him sigh loudly behind you, in absolute awe of you.
"does it fell good mamas?" rafe's voice is dark and deep, turning you on even more as you continue your assault on the kitchen cutlery. "mhm" you whined, your orgasm starting to peak. the room is silent, the only sounds is the squelching of your sopping cunt on the knife, and your moans.
"i'm cumming rafe," you cry out, riding out your high, your breathing labored as you gasp out. rafe watches proudly as you loose yourself on a fucking knife handle. and to think you whined all day for his cock.
"how'd that feel, baby?" rafe asks but you're too disoriented from your high that you just mumble, resting your head on your arm that was being used to grip the headboard still.
"mhm," you mumble out, rafe chuckling at your expense. slowly, you pull off the knife, whining for a moment at the loss of contact, falling back onto the bed. rafe snags a shirt from the floor, wiping off the handle and pulling the knife out of your mattress. your eyes slowly open, looking at rafe. with the black robe on, he places the mask on, knife clutched in his hand.
you furrow your brows, lifting your head a bit. "where are you going?"
rafe looks up at you, but you're unable to see his face due to the mask, "got business to take care of," you close your eyes, nodding your head. and with that he leaves, cueing you to fall asleep.
