CHRIS EVANS In PLAYING IT COOL (2014)

CHRIS EVANS ˗ˏˋ in PLAYING IT COOL (2014)

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 6/50

Character; Rafe Cameron

Kink; Non con (DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon <333

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, THIS IS A DARK FIC!!! Please be warned, this fic is NON CONSENSUAL. Read at your own risk

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You stirred in the silky bed sheets, yawning as you woke from your nap, attempting to raising your hands to wipe away the crust.

Except they wouldn’t move.

You shot up, slowly becoming more aware of your surroundings as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. Each of your wrists were cuffed to opposing ends of a king size bed. The cuffs restraining you jingled as you attempted to pull your hands free.

How could this have possibly happened?

Your memory jogged as you recalled being at a party, hosted by a random boy you hadn’t even met. A party you didn’t want to attend in the first place but of course caved at your best friend’s pleads and bribery to pay for your drinks for the night- and the next few.

You remembered being blackout drunk, no longer caring about manners you had crawled into the first bed you found. Falling into a deep sleep.

As your eyes adjusted you noticed a tall male frame standing at your left. Due to the darkness of the room you couldn’t quite make out the face of the mysterious figure.

“Wh-Who are you?” you trembled, your body shaking in fear.

“Spread your legs.” the male commands, ignoring your question, his voice stern but oddly familiar. Your breathing picks up as you begin to panic, your hands flailing as you begin to scream “Help! H-“ He rushes forwards, his large hand smacking over your mouth essentially silencing your cries.

“Scream like that again and i- i swear to god i’ll fuckin’ kill you.” he growled.

“You got that?” he pressured once again, you nodded your head at a rapid pace, believing his threat to be true.

His hand fell from your mouth as he straddled you from above, his thick hands pulling up your dress and pushing your panties to the side. He groaned at the sight of your pretty pussy, soaked for him already and you didn’t realise it.

Before you knew it, the mystery man had removed his boxers and began to palm his cock in his hand. His thick shaft leading up to a swollen pink tip. His balls big and full of cum, ready to empty inside you.

Without warning he pressed his bulbous tip against your hole and thrust forcefully into you. Bottoming out in a single thrust as you began to scream at the top of your lungs.

His hand once again covered your mouth, only this time his other hand pinched your nose alongside it. Oxygen left your lungs faster than you imagined, your body thrashed, legs kicking, arms flailing. Still impailed on his fat cock, your pussy clenched in desperation of breath making him let out a long moan as he smothered you.

Just as you felt your body still and you begin to roll back he removed his grasp. You gasped desperate to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as you could get.

You were cut off as he began to thrust his length into you, your walls sucking him in. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, always knew you were a whore.” he sneered as you cried out. You begged him to stop, telling him he didn’t need to do this and that you promised not to tell anybody which only seemed to entice him further.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten “No no no.” you choked, desperate to not cum all over your rapists cock.

You couldn’t hold in your moans of pleasure as you squirted, your juices coating his cock and his abs. “F-fuck look at the mess you made, dirty fuckin’ girl” he grunted.

His hips stuttered as his warm seed began to fill you up, hot ropes of cum spurted into your cunt, leaking out due to the amount of sperm he emptied inside of you. You quivered and shook around his length, coming down from your forced high.

He leaned over you, flicking on the light switch beside his bed.

You closed your eyes as the bright light made them sting, slowly blinking as your pupils shrunk down and your vision became less blurry.

Your face fell further as you recognised the figure infront of you. Your squirt still dripping down his body and his cum still leaking out of your own.

“Cmon’ don’t look so shocked you slut, it was only a matter of time before i found you.” Rafe chuckled as he watched your eyes begin to fill up with tears once again. How did he find you?

How does he always fucking find you.

long-haired bearded steve 🤤

PLS LET ME BE 💙 ANON 😭😭😭😭

OFC! it’s all yours!🫶🏻

would you like RC do coke off you tiddies

Lmaoooooo

Where else would he do it 😂

Minor DNI +18

I picture season 1 Rafey on the couch at a party…

“There’s my girl.” He smiles up at you, quickly drawing you to his lap. You straddle his waist, your hands drifting into his dark blonde hair. "Just in time," he whispers against your lips. You roll your hips into him, feeling the chill of his belt buckle against your thin cotton panties. "These tits are multi-use," he snickers, cutting the line on your cleavage.

You rub his clothed cock; Rafe, rock-hard underneath. You feel yourself pulsing; your desperation grows as you trace his length. He smiles as he leans in for a kiss, drawing his hand from your hip, nearing your pussy. His fingers reach the wet spot that formed on your panties. A soft groan leaves his lips. "Baby girl. What am I gonna do with you tonight? Huh?" He hums. Rafe slips your panties to the side; his fingers work through your folds as he snorts the line, not giving a single fuck about who sees.

"Shit..." He hisses, slamming his eyes shut before fluttering them open slowly, looking down, watching his fingers play with you. You tip your forehead against him, watching too. His fingers slip effortlessly through your wetness, fucking into your cunt; you start to feel a little dizzy.

Rafe runs his sticky finger along your breast, cleaning up what remains of the coke before sucking it clean, tasting his favorite girl as well. “So fuckin’ sweet, princess.”

As much as I want to die like a man and not be anon but I can’t help myself. I would like to be 👩🏻‍🌾!

Absolutely! don’t worry, i started out as anon on other peoples blogs and look where i’m at now!