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“SAY SHE A GOOD GIRL, SHE DO P☆RN FOR ME” — C.C
“pay her fee, she perform for me.. say she a good girl, she do p*rn for me..”
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), collegiate school settings, athlete x faculty, secret relationships, insinuations of sexual activity/ relations, dark! Cameron Cade, use of the n word, manipulation, threats of revenge prn, coercion (dubious consent), threats, non consensual recording, smut, choking, spitting, biting, dirty talk, cussing/swearing, creampie.
a.n: heyyy stinks! don’t jump me, I’m sorry for being inactive with posting 😭 my writing juices kinda went dry and despite having ideas, I didn’t have any motivation. but I’m back! I hope y’all like this one 🤭 heed those warnings & enjoyy!
on the jukebox: ‘boys n the hood’ by smerfbeats ft babyface ray, GT, and Peezy 🎀
“I think this season is going to be my last season”
Cameron Cade blanched, looking at you like you grew three heads and spoke in a tongue that he’s never heard before.
“Your last season— your last season doing what?” His tone was defensive and cautionary but in a bolder font, almost like he was daring you to say it.
Because if so, he wasn’t having any of it.
“Assisting”
“Why?” Cameron immediately shot back, his eyebrows raised.
Cameron Cade caught you on the tail end of the moving team line off of the bus, having just arrived to the rival team’s hometown and practice center. The many of away games and travel was familiar to you, the structure wasn’t different.
You’d actually been wanting to talk to Cameron and break the news but you dreaded having to do it, so him stopping you to “talk”, made for the perfect time.
You sighed, trying not to meet his judgmental eyes. “I just think it’s time for me to branch out and try other things in my life. I had my fun here—“
“You mean you had your fun with me—“
His combat made you hiss out in embarrassment, your pretty face flushing something red.
Thankfully, the bus driver followed the crowd out of the vehicle, opting to fuel up with food and drinks. It was just you and Cameron in the first row of seats behind the drivers seat.
“Cameron—“
“Nah, nah, it’s the truth so don’t act brand new. We didn’t start fuckin’ last night. We’ve been sneakin’ around since you took this position those two years ago and it sounds like you’re tryna leave me. Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)”
Finally, you met his fiery, greenish hazel eyes, he was on a roll. Your irises swirled in soft defeat, trying to hold your ground. How well was that working?
“Is that what it is? You’re not leavin’ because some new opportunity just came up or whatever the fuck. And even if it is some new opportunity, you’re not just getting away from the team, you’re tryna get away from me. I-Is that what I’m hearing? Did I understand that right?”
Cameron Cade’s tone was that of a warning. It was easy for him to use it towards you if you tried to challenge him or push back on something he didn’t want. It was easy to make you feel small and make you crumble. Any oppositional thought you had in those previous moments were quickly diminished.
Despite the breath you took being shaky, you had to mean it.
“Some things just go the way that they go. I can’t control this, Cameron, I’m sorry”
He didn’t need to know that there was no real job opportunity making you leave the collegiate football team.
He didn’t need to know that you’d planned on leaving the state as soon as the game was over and you traveled back home. You’d already bought your plane ticket to move across the country.
When Cameron didn’t speak for a moment and only looked at you, something in you jumped to want to recant your statement, urging to please him. But that couldn’t be anymore. His jaw ticked.
“Just be straight up with me, baby, you know that’s all I be askin’ of you” Cameron began, his tone a bit more softer. “Are you quitting because of me?”
Yes.
“Cameron, no” you met him at his soft tone, hoping it distracted him from your untrue words. You even went as far as laying your hand over his that rested on his knee, “It’s just.. I’m always going to want better for myself. I know that you know that”
Cameron stared at you, truly analyzing the woman he was falling madly in love with. He nodded after a minute of silence and stood up, with his hand outstretched to you, you followed suit.
“O-okay.. okay, well, we’re gonna miss you.. I’m gonna miss you”
You gulped and nodded, putting on your best sorrow filled smile. “Me too”
With his hand still in yours, Cameron pulled you into a hug, his long and lanky arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of your head. You wrapped your arms timidly around his torso, Cameron felt your nerves.
You two stood there for what felt like hours, you prayed for an intervention that pulled you back before your superiors started asking questions.
“But um, before you go back, I wanna show you somethin’, ok?”
Still in his arms, Cameron reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and revealed his phone. With a few taps and a sigh of approval, he was showing you his screen.
All of the color drained from your face and you felt you wanted to vomit.
Cameron let the screen play and clicked the side button on his phone, turning up the volume to full blast. Immediately the sound of your wanton, pornographic moans filled the space.
Loud, desperate, high pitched, and needy. You cried out for the man below you, who you could see watching you in awe.
You watched on in horror as you rode Cameron Cade in his off campus dorm bed. Your back was naked and exposed, your back tattoo let you know it was you.
Duvet covers around your hips, Cameron’s knees bent and forming in the covers, his hands reached up groping at your breasts as your lower half ground. You watched yourself toss your head back, another shrill moan emitting.
“Ridin’ this dick real good, baby girl.. c’mon, gon’ get that nut, you deserve it..”
“Yes, please” you whined before lying on top of the man, your face in his neck. His arms around your waist, hands groping your ass, Cameron Cade on camera began fucking up into you.
“Cameron, ‘m gonna—“
The obscene noises and video suddenly shut off. Your jaw slack and light tears in your eyes as you looked up at Cameron who wore the softest, shit eating smirk.
“You recorded me?” You just barely squeaked out.
“Us, baby. Just a little something to keep on me on those days and nights that I can’t have you”
You watched his gaze suddenly get darker and scarier. His once warm eyes looked at you in pure intimidation and seriousness.
“I uh, just wanted to see how long you were gonna continue to lie to my face just now. I know where you’re going, I know when you’re going, I know how you’re getting there. Now what I don’t know is what you got going on out there but I can find that out too. If I find out you got another nigga out there that’s not me, he’s as good as dead”
Immediately you shook your head. “It’s not”.
With a hand cupping your face, Cameron thumbed away the tear that slipped down your cheek. The tear you didn’t even know was falling.
“Bottom line is: you’re not going anywhere and should you feel compelled to go against me, you can expect for every corner of the university to see that video. All I gotta do is press a button”
More tears slipped out of your eyes, you couldn’t believe this was real. You were actively being blackmailed. Cameron continued thumbing away at your cheeks.
“I’m giving you until the end of the day to gon’ ahead and shut all of that shit down. Cancel that flight— don’t even worry about a refund, y’know I can give that back to you. Unpack those bags, cancel that hotel, all of that. You don’t get to try to restart your life if I’m not in it, you understand me?”
His hand on your face began to tighten, Cameron Cade frowning just a little when you didn’t answer right away. But immediately, you nodded. Cameron Cade smiled and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
“Good girl.. you always know how to make daddy happy. As long as you keep doing that, we’ll be good. Now let’s go before they start askin’ questions”
Cameron’s hand connected with your denim jean clad ass cheek, making you jump.
How fucked were you?
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You tried your best to focus throughout the rest of the drills and training with the boys.
Your role was to help their coaches run plays along with kinesiology, physical therapy like responsibilities. You helped the boys stretch, iced after their games and during halftime, and other skills to help them perform their best.
Cameron Cade found a deep attraction to you as soon as you were announced with your role. Your physique was impressive, hair down your back, a smile that had his heart racing, and knowledge that said you weren’t unqualified. You were his kind of woman. Being only 3 years older than him, your soul felt beyond that, and Cameron loved it.
Sleeping with him that first go around had you both on two different wavelengths after the fact. You vowed you wouldn’t make it back in his bed and Cameron Cade was ready to put a ring on it.
You hated how good he made you feel. Call it a weak moment of desperation and loneliness as to why you succumbed and melted into his advances.
He’d called you saying he had some cramp in his leg and needing the limb properly stretched and cared for. Had you knew what you’d be getting yourself into, you would’ve told Cameron Cade to call 911 instead of you.
With your assistance, his smooth words and soft urges kept you conversing and spilling some guts. He’d found out that you were single, hard working, and happily celibate.. happily?
Conversations turned into conversations with drinks, then turned into Cameron sitting a bit too close to you on his couch. He was on you soon after that. Seductive whispers with the promise to make this moment worth your while, his eyes clouding in lust and determination to have you.
“Let it all go, mama, I gotchu’” He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he fucked you in missionary. “Know you been pent up and needin’ in.. give it to me, baby, show me sumn’”
You shivered at the memory. Cameron Cade knew how to get what he wanted. Every single time. Your push back meant nothing to him, he always won. Always succeeded, it was in his nature.
But his advances didn’t stop after the sex.
He found your number and saved it in his phone. He found your socials and followed immediately. Cameron Cade successfully snuck an AirTag in your car to monitor you. He called a lot, texted even more. He sent photos— regular and explicit, full on nudes and audios of him touching himself, your name on his tongue as he came loudly.
What felt like a harmless crush you thought that he had on you spiraled into so much more. He anonymously sent flowers to your office at the university and bought you gifts. Then came the pet names— baby, babe, my love. As if you were dating.
You remembered him dropping in on you at your office with food like a husband would. Then bending you over your desk and fucking you before he left.. like a husband would.
The scariest part of all of his delusions was a raging temper paired with it. Cameron Cade reeked of jealousy and insecurity. He could tell the rest of his teammates grew fond of you, you were his before he got inside of you.
He picked out the teammate that maybe eyed you too long, made you laugh too hard and took his anger out on them during drills. A hard push, an even harder tackle, and a sack that had one of them almost breaking his ankle clean off of the bone.
“Oh shit, you good? Fuck, I’m sorry dawg, that was an accident, I swear to God. C’mon, let me help you up”
Cameron Cade didn’t mean that shit.
The shrill sound of a whistle took you from your thoughts and from the sidelines of the expansive practice field. Coach was calling a huddle. You honestly tuned out the typical pep talk on game days. But with Coach’s hand on your shoulder, it brought you back to reality.
“And while I have y’all here, somebody on the team needs to make an announcement” Coach turned towards you with a solemn smile, immediately your sunken heart began to race up. “(Y/N), go ahead and break these boys hearts, get it over with”
You didn’t tell Cameron that you’d already informed your respective colleagues that you were quitting. When you looked at him, his face wore a deep frown. You gulped, the sex tape in the back of your mind and the threat that hung in the air.
“I-I.. it’s—“
Saved by the bell.. or rather the sound of the building’s doors opening. It turned everyone’s attention that way. A group of the rival teams’ players and their coaches walked in but halted at the sight of you all.
Coach cut in. “Sorry, Terry, we were all just heading out for you and your boys” Coach turned towards his crowd, “let’s hold that thought y’all. Let’s get outta here so they can practice”
Cameron Cade eyed you with a look of budding anger that you were familiar with. You didn’t stick around for him, instead you were the first person out of the door and out of the building.
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Fear coursed your veins as you continued running. Fear and adrenaline.
“(Y/N)! I’m not fuckin’ playing, get the fuck back here with my phone!”
Tears blurred your eyes but you kept running. It was halftime when you decided to make your move. It was the perfect opportunity to delete that video and drive back home on your own.
You didn’t care anymore.
With Cameron Cade’s phone in your hands, you zipped through the stadium, no idea where you were going. You just knew you had to get away from him.
Somehow you managed to outrun Cameron and find a secluded, empty office room. It was dark and quiet, scattered chairs everywhere. You hid yourself under the desk and immediately unlocked Cameron’s phone.
His passcode was your birthday.
Finding the camera roll, you found more than just the sextape.. but instead, multiple recorded sessions of you and Cameron having sex. You found your own nudes and hidden camera footage from your house. From your bedroom and when you were showering.
Mortified was an understatement. Selecting the files, you deleted them before going into the ‘recently deleted’ and deleting them for real.
In the same breath, a harsh pounding of the door and wiggling of the door knob had you holding your breath. All the noise suddenly stopped but before you could blink, the metal door harshly broke off of its hinges and loudly clanked to the floor.
Footsteps creeped about the room. You knew it was Cameron, you didn’t have to guess.
“Y’know.. I recognize the smell of that Donna Karen perfume I bought you. The same perfume that had me wanting to fuck you just because you smelled that damn good..”
His footsteps continued, you stayed put under the desk, silently praying.
“I know you’re in here, (Y/N), a-and baby, I promise I’m not even mad anymore. Y’know how I feel about my phone and you just caught me off guard, that’s all. But I’m not upset, I just wanna talk to you”
Fear paralyzed you largely. Despite the softness of his voice, you knew his front would be short lived. He continued walking closer and closer to where you were hiding.
Your heart sank at the view of his football cleats from the opening of under the desk. His sigh was loud and dramatic.
“You should’ve came out when I said.. and now I’m pissed again”
Suddenly you were being pulled— yanked rather. His hands grabbed your ankles and forced you out of hiding before harshly taking you by the arms and hoisting you up. Cameron Cade shook you angrily, forcing the tears down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Cameron, I’m sorry” you cried, “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry—“
Cameron put you back on your feet just to suddenly take you by the throat. His fingers squeezed the side of your neck and pulled you to him. His greenish hazels were dark and felt soulless.
“Nah don’t cry now. Why’re you always playin’ with me, huh?!” Cameron yelled, “do you know how good things can be for you if you just listened to me? Let me call the shots, let me make the decisions. Y’know I loved that independent shit aboutchu’ but I thought I made it perfectly clear that it stops with me. But you love makin’ me angry, don’t you?”
You couldn’t speak, your breath slipping out by the seconds. Your hands clawed at his hand on your throat, teary eyes boring into his, you shook your head no.
Cameron pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours. He whispered.
“No, I think you do, baby..” he softly pecked your dry lips, “I think you do. I think you love riling me up and makin’ me vulnerable”
You only shook your head no once again, somehow trying to convince him otherwise if it meant freeing you.
Air felt precious when Cameron finally dropped you, your body slumping against the metal desk, barely supporting yourself on your feet. His hand snatched his phone out of your grip and began searching.
You heard him chuckle but it was terrifying. “So you deleted everything? All of my shit?”
His questions were rhetorical but you still tried to plead with him. You shakily grabbed for his free hand and pressed pathetic kisses to the front of it. His gaze met yours.
“C-Cameron, I-I’m sorry, I’m r-really sorry, baby” you brokenly tried to say, “are you going to k-kill me?”
Suddenly like a switch, Cameron Cade was a new man. Placing his phone on the desk, he kneeled down to your level, his greenish hazels now soft and full of concern. He shook his head.
“No, baby, not at all” His lips found yours, “i would never.. you just know how short my fuse is but I’ll never hurt you” He kissed you again. “You just made a mistake and that’s okay.. now you gotta make it up to me”
He kissed you once again and with each time, you felt yourself melting into him. You had no energy to try to fight Cameron.
“I want a new video and you’re gonna make it for me, okay?”
You didn’t have a choice at all. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was propping his phone up and stripping you naked. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was splaying you on the desk, legs spread and thighs in his strong hold. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was pressing the head of his dick at your entrance and surging forward.
His pace was teasingly slow, his eyes transfixed between you two and watching his length slide in and out of you.
“Damn, I wish you could see this.. you’re so wet and so fuckin’ tight.. pussy squeezin’ the fuck outta me”
You mewled pathetically, tossing your head back. Cameron reached for his propped phone with the displayed flash and set his sights on where you two were connected. He groaned lowly at the sight.
The flash enhanced what Cameron Cade already saw: your wetness. Your juices were shining a coated trail on his bare cock, a now off white cream color appearing with the more he continued pushing and pulling.
With his phone in his dominant hand, Cameron grabbed your throat once more to anchor himself. His thrusts began picking up: sharper, harder, rougher, faster. Your body jolting, titties jutting up your chest.
“Fuck, baby, fuck” Cameron growled, “that feel good? You missed me?”
You nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping past your lips with what you could since Cameron was choking you again.
“Mhm. Tell the camera, daddy wanna hear you say it”
The flash on his phone had you squinting, it was so fucking bright. Cameron pistoned his hips and fucked you harder.
“Gon’ ahead and say it, baby. You like when I’m deep inside of this pussy like this? Feelin’ me all in your stomach? Talk to the camera”
You bit your lip at the budding, intense pleasure coursing through your veins. It was making your brain short circuit, Cameron huffed when you didn’t respond.
His grip on your neck tightened, his thrusts now slowing. He made out your choked out whine, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“For an independent woman that you try to portray yourself as, you love to act real stupid. I asked you a fucking question. You must want for me to ruin your life and everything you have”
You shook your head vigorously, “n-no—“
“Then you better listen to me, girl, I’m not playin’ with you” Cameron huffed out once again, “talk to me, baby, let me hear somethin’.. I know you want to. You’re creamin’ on me somethin’ serious, this shit gotta feel good, don’t it?”
Somehow pushing your pride to the side, you nodded. “Yes, i-it feels so good, Cam”
Cameron smirked, now upping his pace. “Yeah? Where you feel me at?”
“My s-stomach.. you’re so deep.. you always are..” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Cameron let out a groan of approval, the smirk on his face never leaving.
“There we go, that’s my baby” He pulled you closer by your throat and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips and dancing with yours.
It was filthy and erotic.
“My own lil porn star” he pecked your lips, “be walkin’ around like you’re untouched and shit.. like niggas can’t look at you.. whole time, I’m the one knockin’ this pussy out the frame every night. Whole time, you’re lettin’ me do whatever I want to you. Ain’t that right?”
Feeling your orgasm impending, your legs circled his waist to keep him going. You needed it badly. Nodding your head, you cried out.
“Yes!”
“And who can touch you when I’m not touchin’ you?”
“Nobody!”
Cameron licked his lips, “yeah? This pussy mine?”
You nodded vigorously, eyes squeezing shut as the intense build of your orgasm was just on the brink. You prayed Cameron wouldn’t stop.
“You better fuckin’ know it, girl. You can let go, cum for me”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your throat burned from your scream, a white heat crawling up your spine, walls around Cameron’s length snapping and milking him.
It didn’t take long for Cameron’s release to show its face. He was right behind you, tipping the edge and spilling deep inside of you with a guttural groan.
He stayed seated in you for another minute before positioning his phone in between you again. The flash showed him slowly pulling out, his seed following suit out and pouring out of your canal. Cameron groaned in approval.
“Look at that.. you always take me so well, that’s all for me” His smile was sick once it met your eyes. What was even sicker was his fingers scooping the spend and pushing it back inside of you, you whimpered at the sensitive feeling.
Once the post orgasmic haze wore off, the tears were back in your eyes again. You watched Cameron get himself situated and slip his phone in his pocket. When he glanced at you, you couldn’t describe the look in his eyes.
He instead moved in closer and took your face in his hands. “Y’know ‘m gonna get my way with you every time. You’re not leaving me, you and I both know that”
All you could do was sob because he was right.
“And should I find out otherwise, you already know what’s happening with this video.. and the other ones..”
You felt yourself freeze, staring up at Cameron in mild shock. “Other ones?”
Cameron Cade chuckled. “You think the ones you deleted were all I had? You gotta be smarter than that, sweetheart. I record every moment we have, I can’t afford not to”
He sickly kissed you on the lips again.
“Like I said.. my own personal porn star.. just how I like it”
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“SAY SHE A GOOD GIRL, SHE DO P☆RN FOR ME” — C.C
“pay her fee, she perform for me.. say she a good girl, she do p*rn for me..”
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), collegiate school settings, athlete x faculty, secret relationships, insinuations of sexual activity/ relations, dark! Cameron Cade, use of the n word, manipulation, threats of revenge prn, coercion (dubious consent), threats, non consensual recording, smut, choking, spitting, biting, dirty talk, cussing/swearing, creampie.
a.n: heyyy stinks! don’t jump me, I’m sorry for being inactive with posting 😭 my writing juices kinda went dry and despite having ideas, I didn’t have any motivation. but I’m back! I hope y’all like this one 🤭 heed those warnings & enjoyy!
on the jukebox: ‘boys n the hood’ by smerfbeats ft babyface ray, GT, and Peezy 🎀
“I think this season is going to be my last season”
Cameron Cade blanched, looking at you like you grew three heads and spoke in a tongue that he’s never heard before.
“Your last season— your last season doing what?” His tone was defensive and cautionary but in a bolder font, almost like he was daring you to say it.
Because if so, he wasn’t having any of it.
“Assisting”
“Why?” Cameron immediately shot back, his eyebrows raised.
Cameron Cade caught you on the tail end of the moving team line off of the bus, having just arrived to the rival team’s hometown and practice center. The many of away games and travel was familiar to you, the structure wasn’t different.
You’d actually been wanting to talk to Cameron and break the news but you dreaded having to do it, so him stopping you to “talk”, made for the perfect time.
You sighed, trying not to meet his judgmental eyes. “I just think it’s time for me to branch out and try other things in my life. I had my fun here—“
“You mean you had your fun with me—“
His combat made you hiss out in embarrassment, your pretty face flushing something red.
Thankfully, the bus driver followed the crowd out of the vehicle, opting to fuel up with food and drinks. It was just you and Cameron in the first row of seats behind the drivers seat.
“Cameron—“
“Nah, nah, it’s the truth so don’t act brand new. We didn’t start fuckin’ last night. We’ve been sneakin’ around since you took this position those two years ago and it sounds like you’re tryna leave me. Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)”
Finally, you met his fiery, greenish hazel eyes, he was on a roll. Your irises swirled in soft defeat, trying to hold your ground. How well was that working?
“Is that what it is? You’re not leavin’ because some new opportunity just came up or whatever the fuck. And even if it is some new opportunity, you’re not just getting away from the team, you’re tryna get away from me. I-Is that what I’m hearing? Did I understand that right?”
Cameron Cade’s tone was that of a warning. It was easy for him to use it towards you if you tried to challenge him or push back on something he didn’t want. It was easy to make you feel small and make you crumble. Any oppositional thought you had in those previous moments were quickly diminished.
Despite the breath you took being shaky, you had to mean it.
“Some things just go the way that they go. I can’t control this, Cameron, I’m sorry”
He didn’t need to know that there was no real job opportunity making you leave the collegiate football team.
He didn’t need to know that you’d planned on leaving the state as soon as the game was over and you traveled back home. You’d already bought your plane ticket to move across the country.
When Cameron didn’t speak for a moment and only looked at you, something in you jumped to want to recant your statement, urging to please him. But that couldn’t be anymore. His jaw ticked.
“Just be straight up with me, baby, you know that’s all I be askin’ of you” Cameron began, his tone a bit more softer. “Are you quitting because of me?”
Yes.
“Cameron, no” you met him at his soft tone, hoping it distracted him from your untrue words. You even went as far as laying your hand over his that rested on his knee, “It’s just.. I’m always going to want better for myself. I know that you know that”
Cameron stared at you, truly analyzing the woman he was falling madly in love with. He nodded after a minute of silence and stood up, with his hand outstretched to you, you followed suit.
“O-okay.. okay, well, we’re gonna miss you.. I’m gonna miss you”
You gulped and nodded, putting on your best sorrow filled smile. “Me too”
With his hand still in yours, Cameron pulled you into a hug, his long and lanky arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of your head. You wrapped your arms timidly around his torso, Cameron felt your nerves.
You two stood there for what felt like hours, you prayed for an intervention that pulled you back before your superiors started asking questions.
“But um, before you go back, I wanna show you somethin’, ok?”
Still in his arms, Cameron reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and revealed his phone. With a few taps and a sigh of approval, he was showing you his screen.
All of the color drained from your face and you felt you wanted to vomit.
Cameron let the screen play and clicked the side button on his phone, turning up the volume to full blast. Immediately the sound of your wanton, pornographic moans filled the space.
Loud, desperate, high pitched, and needy. You cried out for the man below you, who you could see watching you in awe.
You watched on in horror as you rode Cameron Cade in his off campus dorm bed. Your back was naked and exposed, your back tattoo let you know it was you.
Duvet covers around your hips, Cameron’s knees bent and forming in the covers, his hands reached up groping at your breasts as your lower half ground. You watched yourself toss your head back, another shrill moan emitting.
“Ridin’ this dick real good, baby girl.. c’mon, gon’ get that nut, you deserve it..”
“Yes, please” you whined before lying on top of the man, your face in his neck. His arms around your waist, hands groping your ass, Cameron Cade on camera began fucking up into you.
“Cameron, ‘m gonna—“
The obscene noises and video suddenly shut off. Your jaw slack and light tears in your eyes as you looked up at Cameron who wore the softest, shit eating smirk.
“You recorded me?” You just barely squeaked out.
“Us, baby. Just a little something to keep on me on those days and nights that I can’t have you”
You watched his gaze suddenly get darker and scarier. His once warm eyes looked at you in pure intimidation and seriousness.
“I uh, just wanted to see how long you were gonna continue to lie to my face just now. I know where you’re going, I know when you’re going, I know how you’re getting there. Now what I don’t know is what you got going on out there but I can find that out too. If I find out you got another nigga out there that’s not me, he’s as good as dead”
Immediately you shook your head. “It’s not”.
With a hand cupping your face, Cameron thumbed away the tear that slipped down your cheek. The tear you didn’t even know was falling.
“Bottom line is: you’re not going anywhere and should you feel compelled to go against me, you can expect for every corner of the university to see that video. All I gotta do is press a button”
More tears slipped out of your eyes, you couldn’t believe this was real. You were actively being blackmailed. Cameron continued thumbing away at your cheeks.
“I’m giving you until the end of the day to gon’ ahead and shut all of that shit down. Cancel that flight— don’t even worry about a refund, y’know I can give that back to you. Unpack those bags, cancel that hotel, all of that. You don’t get to try to restart your life if I’m not in it, you understand me?”
His hand on your face began to tighten, Cameron Cade frowning just a little when you didn’t answer right away. But immediately, you nodded. Cameron Cade smiled and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
“Good girl.. you always know how to make daddy happy. As long as you keep doing that, we’ll be good. Now let’s go before they start askin’ questions”
Cameron’s hand connected with your denim jean clad ass cheek, making you jump.
How fucked were you?
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You tried your best to focus throughout the rest of the drills and training with the boys.
Your role was to help their coaches run plays along with kinesiology, physical therapy like responsibilities. You helped the boys stretch, iced after their games and during halftime, and other skills to help them perform their best.
Cameron Cade found a deep attraction to you as soon as you were announced with your role. Your physique was impressive, hair down your back, a smile that had his heart racing, and knowledge that said you weren’t unqualified. You were his kind of woman. Being only 3 years older than him, your soul felt beyond that, and Cameron loved it.
Sleeping with him that first go around had you both on two different wavelengths after the fact. You vowed you wouldn’t make it back in his bed and Cameron Cade was ready to put a ring on it.
You hated how good he made you feel. Call it a weak moment of desperation and loneliness as to why you succumbed and melted into his advances.
He’d called you saying he had some cramp in his leg and needing the limb properly stretched and cared for. Had you knew what you’d be getting yourself into, you would’ve told Cameron Cade to call 911 instead of you.
With your assistance, his smooth words and soft urges kept you conversing and spilling some guts. He’d found out that you were single, hard working, and happily celibate.. happily?
Conversations turned into conversations with drinks, then turned into Cameron sitting a bit too close to you on his couch. He was on you soon after that. Seductive whispers with the promise to make this moment worth your while, his eyes clouding in lust and determination to have you.
“Let it all go, mama, I gotchu’” He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he fucked you in missionary. “Know you been pent up and needin’ in.. give it to me, baby, show me sumn’”
You shivered at the memory. Cameron Cade knew how to get what he wanted. Every single time. Your push back meant nothing to him, he always won. Always succeeded, it was in his nature.
But his advances didn’t stop after the sex.
He found your number and saved it in his phone. He found your socials and followed immediately. Cameron Cade successfully snuck an AirTag in your car to monitor you. He called a lot, texted even more. He sent photos— regular and explicit, full on nudes and audios of him touching himself, your name on his tongue as he came loudly.
What felt like a harmless crush you thought that he had on you spiraled into so much more. He anonymously sent flowers to your office at the university and bought you gifts. Then came the pet names— baby, babe, my love. As if you were dating.
You remembered him dropping in on you at your office with food like a husband would. Then bending you over your desk and fucking you before he left.. like a husband would.
The scariest part of all of his delusions was a raging temper paired with it. Cameron Cade reeked of jealousy and insecurity. He could tell the rest of his teammates grew fond of you, you were his before he got inside of you.
He picked out the teammate that maybe eyed you too long, made you laugh too hard and took his anger out on them during drills. A hard push, an even harder tackle, and a sack that had one of them almost breaking his ankle clean off of the bone.
“Oh shit, you good? Fuck, I’m sorry dawg, that was an accident, I swear to God. C’mon, let me help you up”
Cameron Cade didn’t mean that shit.
The shrill sound of a whistle took you from your thoughts and from the sidelines of the expansive practice field. Coach was calling a huddle. You honestly tuned out the typical pep talk on game days. But with Coach’s hand on your shoulder, it brought you back to reality.
“And while I have y’all here, somebody on the team needs to make an announcement” Coach turned towards you with a solemn smile, immediately your sunken heart began to race up. “(Y/N), go ahead and break these boys hearts, get it over with”
You didn’t tell Cameron that you’d already informed your respective colleagues that you were quitting. When you looked at him, his face wore a deep frown. You gulped, the sex tape in the back of your mind and the threat that hung in the air.
“I-I.. it’s—“
Saved by the bell.. or rather the sound of the building’s doors opening. It turned everyone’s attention that way. A group of the rival teams’ players and their coaches walked in but halted at the sight of you all.
Coach cut in. “Sorry, Terry, we were all just heading out for you and your boys” Coach turned towards his crowd, “let’s hold that thought y’all. Let’s get outta here so they can practice”
Cameron Cade eyed you with a look of budding anger that you were familiar with. You didn’t stick around for him, instead you were the first person out of the door and out of the building.
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Fear coursed your veins as you continued running. Fear and adrenaline.
“(Y/N)! I’m not fuckin’ playing, get the fuck back here with my phone!”
Tears blurred your eyes but you kept running. It was halftime when you decided to make your move. It was the perfect opportunity to delete that video and drive back home on your own.
You didn’t care anymore.
With Cameron Cade’s phone in your hands, you zipped through the stadium, no idea where you were going. You just knew you had to get away from him.
Somehow you managed to outrun Cameron and find a secluded, empty office room. It was dark and quiet, scattered chairs everywhere. You hid yourself under the desk and immediately unlocked Cameron’s phone.
His passcode was your birthday.
Finding the camera roll, you found more than just the sextape.. but instead, multiple recorded sessions of you and Cameron having sex. You found your own nudes and hidden camera footage from your house. From your bedroom and when you were showering.
Mortified was an understatement. Selecting the files, you deleted them before going into the ‘recently deleted’ and deleting them for real.
In the same breath, a harsh pounding of the door and wiggling of the door knob had you holding your breath. All the noise suddenly stopped but before you could blink, the metal door harshly broke off of its hinges and loudly clanked to the floor.
Footsteps creeped about the room. You knew it was Cameron, you didn’t have to guess.
“Y’know.. I recognize the smell of that Donna Karen perfume I bought you. The same perfume that had me wanting to fuck you just because you smelled that damn good..”
His footsteps continued, you stayed put under the desk, silently praying.
“I know you’re in here, (Y/N), a-and baby, I promise I’m not even mad anymore. Y’know how I feel about my phone and you just caught me off guard, that’s all. But I’m not upset, I just wanna talk to you”
Fear paralyzed you largely. Despite the softness of his voice, you knew his front would be short lived. He continued walking closer and closer to where you were hiding.
Your heart sank at the view of his football cleats from the opening of under the desk. His sigh was loud and dramatic.
“You should’ve came out when I said.. and now I’m pissed again”
Suddenly you were being pulled— yanked rather. His hands grabbed your ankles and forced you out of hiding before harshly taking you by the arms and hoisting you up. Cameron Cade shook you angrily, forcing the tears down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Cameron, I’m sorry” you cried, “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry—“
Cameron put you back on your feet just to suddenly take you by the throat. His fingers squeezed the side of your neck and pulled you to him. His greenish hazels were dark and felt soulless.
“Nah don’t cry now. Why’re you always playin’ with me, huh?!” Cameron yelled, “do you know how good things can be for you if you just listened to me? Let me call the shots, let me make the decisions. Y’know I loved that independent shit aboutchu’ but I thought I made it perfectly clear that it stops with me. But you love makin’ me angry, don’t you?”
You couldn’t speak, your breath slipping out by the seconds. Your hands clawed at his hand on your throat, teary eyes boring into his, you shook your head no.
Cameron pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours. He whispered.
“No, I think you do, baby..” he softly pecked your dry lips, “I think you do. I think you love riling me up and makin’ me vulnerable”
You only shook your head no once again, somehow trying to convince him otherwise if it meant freeing you.
Air felt precious when Cameron finally dropped you, your body slumping against the metal desk, barely supporting yourself on your feet. His hand snatched his phone out of your grip and began searching.
You heard him chuckle but it was terrifying. “So you deleted everything? All of my shit?”
His questions were rhetorical but you still tried to plead with him. You shakily grabbed for his free hand and pressed pathetic kisses to the front of it. His gaze met yours.
“C-Cameron, I-I’m sorry, I’m r-really sorry, baby” you brokenly tried to say, “are you going to k-kill me?”
Suddenly like a switch, Cameron Cade was a new man. Placing his phone on the desk, he kneeled down to your level, his greenish hazels now soft and full of concern. He shook his head.
“No, baby, not at all” His lips found yours, “i would never.. you just know how short my fuse is but I’ll never hurt you” He kissed you again. “You just made a mistake and that’s okay.. now you gotta make it up to me”
He kissed you once again and with each time, you felt yourself melting into him. You had no energy to try to fight Cameron.
“I want a new video and you’re gonna make it for me, okay?”
You didn’t have a choice at all. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was propping his phone up and stripping you naked. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was splaying you on the desk, legs spread and thighs in his strong hold. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was pressing the head of his dick at your entrance and surging forward.
His pace was teasingly slow, his eyes transfixed between you two and watching his length slide in and out of you.
“Damn, I wish you could see this.. you’re so wet and so fuckin’ tight.. pussy squeezin’ the fuck outta me”
You mewled pathetically, tossing your head back. Cameron reached for his propped phone with the displayed flash and set his sights on where you two were connected. He groaned lowly at the sight.
The flash enhanced what Cameron Cade already saw: your wetness. Your juices were shining a coated trail on his bare cock, a now off white cream color appearing with the more he continued pushing and pulling.
With his phone in his dominant hand, Cameron grabbed your throat once more to anchor himself. His thrusts began picking up: sharper, harder, rougher, faster. Your body jolting, titties jutting up your chest.
“Fuck, baby, fuck” Cameron growled, “that feel good? You missed me?”
You nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping past your lips with what you could since Cameron was choking you again.
“Mhm. Tell the camera, daddy wanna hear you say it”
The flash on his phone had you squinting, it was so fucking bright. Cameron pistoned his hips and fucked you harder.
“Gon’ ahead and say it, baby. You like when I’m deep inside of this pussy like this? Feelin’ me all in your stomach? Talk to the camera”
You bit your lip at the budding, intense pleasure coursing through your veins. It was making your brain short circuit, Cameron huffed when you didn’t respond.
His grip on your neck tightened, his thrusts now slowing. He made out your choked out whine, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“For an independent woman that you try to portray yourself as, you love to act real stupid. I asked you a fucking question. You must want for me to ruin your life and everything you have”
You shook your head vigorously, “n-no—“
“Then you better listen to me, girl, I’m not playin’ with you” Cameron huffed out once again, “talk to me, baby, let me hear somethin’.. I know you want to. You’re creamin’ on me somethin’ serious, this shit gotta feel good, don’t it?”
Somehow pushing your pride to the side, you nodded. “Yes, i-it feels so good, Cam”
Cameron smirked, now upping his pace. “Yeah? Where you feel me at?”
“My s-stomach.. you’re so deep.. you always are..” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Cameron let out a groan of approval, the smirk on his face never leaving.
“There we go, that’s my baby” He pulled you closer by your throat and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips and dancing with yours.
It was filthy and erotic.
“My own lil porn star” he pecked your lips, “be walkin’ around like you’re untouched and shit.. like niggas can’t look at you.. whole time, I’m the one knockin’ this pussy out the frame every night. Whole time, you’re lettin’ me do whatever I want to you. Ain’t that right?”
Feeling your orgasm impending, your legs circled his waist to keep him going. You needed it badly. Nodding your head, you cried out.
“Yes!”
“And who can touch you when I’m not touchin’ you?”
“Nobody!”
Cameron licked his lips, “yeah? This pussy mine?”
You nodded vigorously, eyes squeezing shut as the intense build of your orgasm was just on the brink. You prayed Cameron wouldn’t stop.
“You better fuckin’ know it, girl. You can let go, cum for me”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your throat burned from your scream, a white heat crawling up your spine, walls around Cameron’s length snapping and milking him.
It didn’t take long for Cameron’s release to show its face. He was right behind you, tipping the edge and spilling deep inside of you with a guttural groan.
He stayed seated in you for another minute before positioning his phone in between you again. The flash showed him slowly pulling out, his seed following suit out and pouring out of your canal. Cameron groaned in approval.
“Look at that.. you always take me so well, that’s all for me” His smile was sick once it met your eyes. What was even sicker was his fingers scooping the spend and pushing it back inside of you, you whimpered at the sensitive feeling.
Once the post orgasmic haze wore off, the tears were back in your eyes again. You watched Cameron get himself situated and slip his phone in his pocket. When he glanced at you, you couldn’t describe the look in his eyes.
He instead moved in closer and took your face in his hands. “Y’know ‘m gonna get my way with you every time. You’re not leaving me, you and I both know that”
All you could do was sob because he was right.
“And should I find out otherwise, you already know what’s happening with this video.. and the other ones..”
You felt yourself freeze, staring up at Cameron in mild shock. “Other ones?”
Cameron Cade chuckled. “You think the ones you deleted were all I had? You gotta be smarter than that, sweetheart. I record every moment we have, I can’t afford not to”
He sickly kissed you on the lips again.
“Like I said.. my own personal porn star.. just how I like it”
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SERVED COLD — GHOSTFACE! DUO: R.F & C.C
“Don’t you know history repeats itself?”
warnings: 18+ material (MNI), Ghostface duo, nods to Billy and Stu, stalking, threats, death/murder, blood, minor angst, our girl gets attacked, smut, MFM, minor MM/homoeroticism (kissing), choking, double penetration, cussing/swearing, calling the reader a ‘bitch’, one of the boys is a convicted felon, dubious consent (face slapping— only happens once), degradation, the boys are mean asf lowkey, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.
a.n: heyy stinkies! this was long awaited.. by me! I do hope you guys enjoy this, I know I had fun writing it 🙂↕️ more to come with this duo and Rafe alone, I miss writing for him. Heed those warnings, y’all! enjoyyy ⭐️
on the jukebox: ‘Lipstick’ by Ariel Pink ⭐️
flashback — then
“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
“We have, your honor”
Your eyes watched the end all be all written on a slip of paper get handed to the judge. The woman draped in a black gown looked at for only a moment before handing it back to the bailiff. From the bailiff back to the jurors.
“You may proceed”
The female voice rang out throughout the courtroom. You didn’t have it in you to watch her speak, instead, you held hands with your parents. Your head down, eyes closed, heart racing, and silently praying for the best.
“On the count of murder in the first degree, premeditated and with intent, and assault with a deadly weapon, the jury finds the defendant..”
You tried to control your labored breathing. The suspense felt like those fake crime shows you watched. Please God..
“Guilty”
The amount of weight lifted from your shoulders had you close to passing out. Your head rested on your father’s shoulder, your mother’s arms wrapped around the both of you.
Small cheers rang out in the courtroom, triggering the judge to lay her gavel three times, demanding order in the court.
“The state of North Carolina in Kildare County does find the defendant Rafael Cameron guilty of the respective charges. Bailiff, you may place the defendant in holding to be transported to Greensboro County Prison. We are adjourned”
The tears slipped down your cheeks with ease. Despite the win for today, you knew it wouldn’t erase the trauma of before.
When you finally opened your eyes, it was a grave mistake. Like magnets, his found yours.
Rafe Cameron— draped in orange, silver cuffs on his wrists, his hair only a bit disheveled. He stood at his intimidating stature of 6’3”. His stony, angry blues locked in as he was being escorted.
Like he wanted you to remember him.. and that you would. Just not in the way you wanted to.
He was your boyfriend of three years, truly the love of your life. Loving, caring, and doting. You wouldn’t believe he’d carry around a temper like a ticking bomb. Rafe would never admit it but he waited for something to trigger that anger and really give people a show.
The show being five slain and one badly injured— you. Despite Rafe being dressed in a costume when he killed, you knew him so well, it was easy to testify against him.
His cologne, the necklace gifted to him from you that you managed to snatch off during the attack, and the shoes you bought him.
His lingering gaze on you felt like time was moving in slow motion. Rafe looked at you in contained anger and betrayal.. you didn’t know why.
“Don’t worry, honey. It’ll all be okay” Your father’s reassuring words relayed in your ear.
Would it?
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currently — now, two years later
“How’re you holding up, baby? Doin’ okay?”
The clock on the oven flashed a white ‘8:30’. You sat at your island in the kitchen, a plate of freshly made breakfast courtesy of your gorgeous boyfriend.
You smiled up at him, his presence all the warming and loving. Still draped in your pajamas, you and him found no rush to start getting ready.
“Oh, Cameron Cade, I am doing a lot better now” you leaned on your hands and perched a cute kiss to his lips. Cameron smiled.
“Good.. I’m glad to hear that. I know the night terrors have slowed down but whenever they happen, I always wanna make sure you’re alright”
Your sigh was quiet, the lowkey guilt still eating at you. What was a typical night sleeping in your shared master bedroom with Cameron turned into a nightmare.
First it started with the light sobs, then the sleep talking, then the shakes, until finally you were full on thrashing and screaming in Cameron’s hold. The words on your lips: “Rafe, please!”
Cameron knew this was your reality before you even began dating. It was something you introduced to him upfront when it was established that you both liked each other. Cameron accepted it— Cameron accepted you.
He held you and whispered his usual sweet words and affirmations to somehow reach your subconscious state and bring you back.
You threaded your hands with his, a solemn but grateful look in your eyes. “If it means anything, I feel like therapy is helping. Like you said, they’ve reduced since earlier in our relationship. What was once maybe.. two to three terrors a night, is now whittled down to one, and even then it’s not every night anymore. You help me a lot, Cameron. Thank you”
The man grinned and blushed, playfully waving you off. His joking manner on display to make you feel better. “It’s all in the days work, my love”
Sitting together and eating breakfast on the island, you and Cameron conversed like normal. You talked about any and everything. Deciding what to do with your day, you stood to collect your empty plates.
The shrill ring of Cameron’s phone entered the space, he put the phone to his ear with the first ring.
“Hey Phill, what’s up?… I’m good, just finished breakfast.. about to get the day started.. yeah she’s here, we’re about to—“
You turned to look at your boyfriend whose eyebrows softly furrowed, a more serious look on his face. You matched his demeanor.
Hurriedly, Cameron stood and ushered you to follow him. Your feet padded to the living room where he turned on the TV.
“Okay slow down, which channel?” Cameron channel surfed until he caught onto the one needed.
You didn’t need to watch the live coverage to digest what the channel header had displayed.
‘CONVICTED KILDARE COUNTY MURDERER ESCAPED FROM GREENSBORO PRISON’
If it wasn’t that headline that took your breath away, it was the simple picture of Rafe Cameron’s mugshot that sent you reeling into darkness.
You were at Cameron’s feet with ease.
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When you came to, you were on a couch. Not your couch but a couch, a blanket over your body, a pillow under your head, and a cold rag on your forehead.
Your eyes fluttered open and recognized the surrounding faces from above. You first noticed Cameron who wore a look of concern and stroking your hair.
“There she is. Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He caressed the side of your face.
“Did I faint?” Cameron nodded, “what happened?”
Your boyfriend sighed, a small wince to his words, “do you really wanna know?”
He didn’t need to explain because your mind was already working faster than him. It felt any time you closed your eyes, you were taken back two years ago when you were fighting for your life.
Rafe.
Tears immediately blurred your eyes, fear taking over you. “Oh no.. please tell me I was dreaming. He didn’t actually escape, did he?”
The wetness slid down your cheeks as you looked around the group. Your friends sat on the opposite couch— Jamie, Brandon, Cassie, Phill, and Amelia. Their faces mirrored Cameron’s— somber and nervous.
“They’ve got borders closed, K9s working—“
Cameron’s words were cut off by your sobs. His hands softly took you by the arms and hauled into his chest where you squeezed him, face buried in his sweatshirt.
“They’re working as hard as they can, baby, I swear. The cops called and I spoke to them, okay? They’re working around the clock, they’ve got posters up so people know his face, they’ve got units patrolling everywhere. They’re on the ball, I promise. And so i am— I brought us here”
The more you looked around, the more confusion Cameron could notice in your eyes.
“This isn’t our couch or our living room—“
“That’s because it’s an Airbnb from my parents, it’s as off the grid as can be. No one knows where this is except my parents and I. If we know how psychos like Rafe works, we know he’s going to hit every home the people he’s targeting. And from what i know, he’s targeting every one of you”
Cameron’s determined eyes darted to your friends.
“He can’t seek out what he can’t find. We’re safe here” Cameron glanced down at you, caressing your face again. “You’re safe here”
For once in a moment, you felt at ease. Sighing quietly, you nodded and leaned into your boyfriend, kissing him sweetly on the lips.
“Thank you”
He smiles softly and sends you a wink. “All you have to do is relax. I’ll take care of everything, it’ll all be okay”
A comforting silence dawned on the group but was soon cut short by the sound of your stomach growling.
“I was just going to ask about that” Amelia chuckled, “we noticed there wasn’t any food or perishables for us while we’re holed up here. Is there anything close for us to grab? Even just for tonight?”
Cameron was soon standing, grabbing a set of car keys and throwing on his jacket. “I know a place. It’s about ten minutes into the main road, I’ll grab us some essentials”
You pulled on his arm, glancing up in worry. “You’re not going out there alone, are you? Surely Jamie or Brandon can tag along? It’s too dangerous, Cam”
Leaning down and kissing your lips, Cameron only smiled. “I’ll be okay, baby, I promise. If it makes you feel better, y’know I carry. It’s loaded and in the car, I’ll be safe”
Your boyfriend was stubborn and you knew that. If he had his mind made up, there was no convincing him otherwise. And now? He seemed certain.
All you could do was sigh and nod, sending him another kiss on his way out.
You tried to relax on the couch again but with Cameron gone and the thought that Rafe could be anywhere, it was hard to do so. Suddenly all of your friends stood.
“We could all use a smoke break right now. You in?” Brandon teased, pulling out a freshly rolled joint. The offer sounded tempting enough but you had to be on your P’s and Q’s.
“Maybe after we eat. I just don’t have an appetite knowing Cameron isn’t near me”
Your friends understood your urgency and hauled themselves up, also tossing on their jackets.
“Try to breathe. We’ll stay close so if you need us, just shout” Amelia reassured with a hand on your arm, her smile warm and comforting.
“We’ll be right back!” Phil called from the front door where they all gathered. Soon the sound of the opened and closed door was all you knew.
The Airbnb was empty and made of two stories. The upstairs and the downstairs. The living room was decently welcoming— carpeted floors, a landline cordless phone, a coffee table, a TV, a shelf full of CDs and movies. Curtains on the windows.
Maybe you could relax?
A sudden ring from the landline honestly scared the hell out of you. You tried to ignore it because this wasn’t your house but when the ringing wouldn’t stop, you got fed up.
With the phone to your ear, you groaned. “Cade’s residence, can I take a message?”
The voice on the other line only chuckled darkly, breathing heavily. “You are the message, pretty girl”
Chills raced down your spine and your heart immediately plummeted. You recognized the distorted, fake voice.. and the pet name.
“R-Rafe?” You muttered in complete terror, tears burning your eyes and in your throat.
“I’ve missed you, you know? Thought about you every day since you got me put away. You were so brave on that stand.. such a pretty girl when you cry..”
The voice continued to taunt you. Where was Cameron?
The tears streamed down your face with ease. “What do you want with me? With my friends? We didn’t do anything wrong”
The voice laughed again. “Oh, (Y/N).. baby.. it’s not your coked out, pothead friends I care about, it’s you. It’s all about you. I wouldn’t worry about them though, it seems like they’ve got their heads tied into something else..”
You were already on your feet. You wouldn’t dare to open the front door but you did sneakily peer past the curtain blinds.
Your gasp was surprisingly silent as you took in the sight: Amelia, Brandon, Cassie, Jamie, and Phill were all laid out in the snow— dead. Eyes gauged and their throats slit, blood everywhere, turning the white snow pink.
“They were just in the way. That’s always been your reality, sweetheart. There’s no one to protect you anymore, (Y/N), there’s nowhere to run, (Y/N). And now? The show’s about to begin”
With a swiftness, the entire cabin like Airbnb went dark. In the same breath, the wooden front door suddenly got broken into by a strong force. Filling the doorway was the same menacing figure that’s been haunting you.
Dressed in black, heavy duty boots, and the white, screaming ghoul of a mask. Your eyes drifted down to his hands— one empty, one holding the biggest knife you’d ever seen.
You pathetically tried to make a run for it in the opposite direction but the figure was faster.. stronger.
He ran and grabbed you from behind, his weapon hand raised and ready to strike. You jabbed your elbow into their gut, turning and striking them with the landline phone.
You tried to run again but with a sweep of your foot by the killer, you landed hard on the ground. You cried out, turning on your back.
You tried to crawl away but with a sick swiftness, the heavy duty boot of the killer crushed down on your ankle. Your scream was blood curdling, a strong set of tears trailing out of your eyes.
“R-Rafe, please, I’m sorry!”
You watched the figure stand above you, bending down until your face and his mask basically touched. He grazed the blade against your cheek, watching you squirm.
You were going to die.
But instead of slitting your throat like you expected, he sent the meanest, hardest backhand. Your head whipped to the side, body falling flat to the ground.
Your vision before you was spotty despite the dark cabin. The last thing you saw was the front door opening revealing Cameron.
He called after you but you didn’t hear it. After tackling the killer, you did hear something..
“C’mon man, I told you not to hit her that fuckin’ hard”
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When you woke again, this time you were in a bed. The vision similar to before except it was just Cameron staring down at you.
This time when you saw him, you weren’t exactly thrilled or comforted.
“Oh thank God” Cameron breathed, taking your face into his hands, “baby, you’re up. Are you okay?”
You could only look at Cameron, your heart nervously beating. When you didn’t respond, Cameron didn’t skip a beat.
“Don’t even worry about it. That guy’s gone.. Rafe is gone.. I’ve got the car warmed up and your things packed, we can get the fuck out of here—“
His hands and arms slid under your neck and legs ready to pick you up but you stopped him.
“What did you say?” You muttered, eyes boring into his greenish hazels. He frowned softly.
“Huh?”
You continued staring at Cameron Cade, “you.. you said Rafe is gone”
Cameron hesitated, “t-that’s not what I meant, only meaning that he’s not in the area. We can exit and exit fast, okay?”
He went to pick you up again only to be stopped once more. “You also said something else.. just before I lost consciousness. You told him not to hit me that hard?”
Finally, Cameron let your body go. His shoulders slumped, eyes averting down to his feet, his breathing going just shallow. You watched his chest heave, he didn’t say anything else.
You were surprised when you hopped up on your good ankle, made a hobbled run for the exit, and Cameron didn’t try to stop you.
That was until you ran into a brick of a build, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up, watching the figure grab their gloved hand and remove the mask. You wanted to drop dead.
“Hi sweetheart”.
Rafe Cameron stood before you. Still standing at his tall stature, he was way more muscular and toned. He didn’t have his messy hair, instead opted for a buzzed head. His facial features were much more defined and cut. You didn’t miss the dark tint to his baby blues, that probably scared you the most.
You hobbled back and away until you met the front of Cameron Cade’s chest. His arms slithered around your front.
“Hey, it’s okay” He whispered in your ear, his lips placing open mouth kisses on the shell of your ear and on the side of your neck. “It’s okay.. he’s not gonna hurt you.. At least not anymore.. ain’t that right, Rafe?”
Rafe Cameron only chuckled, his smile lines much more apparent. He tore off the black gown, now draped in cargo pants and a beige long sleeved shirt.
You immediately made out his huge biceps through the material.
“Ah man, I can’t get one more hit in?” Rafe smiled devilishly, suddenly appearing in front of you, the blade twinkling in his hold. His grip on your chin was rough, “I think I deserve it for being served a life fucking sentence”
Your boyfriend chuckled from behind, lips still kissing your skin. “I think you’d feel better after what we do to her.. maybe even during..”
Cameron tossed your body harshly on the bed, discarding you to the side like trash. You landed on your back, eyes glancing up at the two men.
They only stared at you menacingly. This couldn’t be real.
“W-Why?” Is all you could say.
“Y’know” Rafe began, “maybe she’s still a bit concussed from two years ago. Let’s break it down for her, say Cam?” Rafe grinned. Cameron sat the closest to you.
“Baby, Rafe and I go way back. He’s been my best friend since..” Cameron looked to Rafe, Rafe who leaned over and kissed Cameron on the cheek.
“Middle school. Then it was high school and college.. technically we’ve been together longer than both of your relationships with us combined. Cam’s my leading guy. So you can imagine how he felt when he learned that you got me put in prison for almost the rest of my fucking life”
Cameron let out a dramatic breath, eying you, “devastated. I was actually at the sentencing that day and that’s when I really met you. That’s when I heard it. I didn’t need to know you to know what a fucking liar you were. And since then, I vowed vengeance. To do what I know Rafe couldn’t at the time”
It felt like your tears were nonstop as you looked between the two men. They looked at you with no remorse, instead donning sick smiles.
“Am I g-gonna die?” You mumbled, “you finally have me to yourself, Rafe. I remembered the look you gave me in the court room.. You’d kill me then if you could’ve. I’m here and I can’t run. You can finally get your wish.. both of you”
Both men pursed their lips in pouts, almost like they were mocking you. Rafe grazed the knife blade across your cheek.
“Aww, chin up, sweetheart. That’d be too easy and too.. final” Rafe smiled. “‘M not gonna kill you, not as much as I’d like to because I’m still so fucking angry with you. But I think there’s a better idea.. courtesy of your boyfriend”
Cameron mirrored Rafe’s smile. He cupped your face, grazing his thumb against your bottom lip. He leaned in, replacing his thumb with his lips and kissed you hungrily.
A part of your body urged to melt into Cameron and kiss him back, but it was hard with your murderous ex being stage and center. You couldn’t close your eyes and relax.
Rafe must’ve read your mind. He laced a hand in your hair, massaging. He knew what to do.
“Oh, don’t mind me, baby. I’ll play my role later.. just wanna watch for now..”
In the same breath of Cameron kissing you almost breathless, Rafe leaned more into Cameron, his breath splaying over the back of his neck. Rafe’s own lips began kissing up Cameron’s neck.. up to his ear. You heard Cameron groan lowly.
“Before either of us met you, sweetheart, Cameron and I liked fucking pussy together.. even tried a few things with each other..”
Cameron’s mouth found your jaw and eventually your neck, you choked back a moan but it was useless. Why try to hide it when this is clearly what was keeping you alive?
Before Rafe navigated to your side, he tugged on Cameron’s arm, pulling the man from your neck. Cameron Cade gave Rafe Cameron a heated once over and a smirk before kissing him full on the lips.
It wasn’t a peck or a simple one off kiss— both men fully began making out. Their mouths moved beautifully in sync with one another, Cameron’s hand coming to cup Rafe’s jaw.
You felt sick for not looking away.. even feeling yourself getting a bit hot watching them. Lust clouded both sets of eyes when they locked in on you.
“How about for old times sake, huh, Cam?”
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Time collapsed into what felt like nothing. Every time you blinked, something was new. A new position, a new face, a new sensation.
You were naked. Naked and lying against the strong chest of your ex boyfriend. His hands groped and caressed your bare breasts, often zeroing in on your nipples and squeezing them.
In between your legs was Cameron Cade— eating your pussy like a man that’s never eaten before. His big hands secured around your thighs to keep you from running or pulling back.
You were on your way to orgasm number two thanks to him, and Rafe was there to see it all. Speaking of Rafe..
“That feel good, baby?” He whispered in to it ear, you whimpered and nodded, looking up at him. Rafe growled, a soft, fucked out look to your eyes.
He grabbed your jaw harshly and connected your lips hungrily. He forced his tongue past your lips and mingled filthily with your own. He pulled back. “C’mon, baby open up”
On your tongue, Rafe dribbled a line of spit. He watched you swallow expertly.. still staring him dead in the eye.
“Such a fuckin’ slut.. traitorous, lying, slut. Fuck, I still love you”
You blinked. No Rafe behind you but instead Rafe kneeling beside your head, your mouth full and taking his length. With his hands on your head, Rafe thrust his hips steadily.
You blinked. No Cameron between your legs with his mouth on you but instead Cameron was already deep inside of you. His cock was thick and already massaging your walls, not nicely either.
He fucked you with a purpose.. hard and rough. One leg draped over his shoulder, Cameron hugged it to his chest.
Everyone was a loud, moaning mess.
“God, I missed this fucking throat” Rafe groaned out, hand dropping down to grab at your breast. “You fuckin’ bitch, I can’t believe you tried to take me away from it”
You moaned around his cock, your tongue circling his bulbous tip and sucking as best as you could.
“Her pussy’s even better, Rafe” Cameron gripped your leg tighter and fucked you deeper, he turned his head and kissed your ankle. “You think both of us can fit inside of her?”
Rafe chuckled, “you know we’ll make it fit.. I’m sure she’ll love it. Won’t you, sweetheart?”
Rafe pulled himself free from your lips, a trail of spit leaving. You nodded almost immediately. “Please” your voice barely above a whisper.
The men didn’t move off completely, instead smirking at each other. You blinked and they were kissing again, this time their tongues mingled.
Cameron continued thrusting into you, eyes deep on Rafe. He grabbed Rafe’s chin, running his thumb over Rafe’s wet bottom lip.
“Gimme some” Cameron lowly commanded, Rafe smiled something evil. Their eyes stayed locked in as Rafe dropped his own spit into Cameron’s palm.
Their eyes stayed locked, even when Cameron wrapped his wet hand around the base of Rafe’s dick and began stroking. Rafe’s eyes faltered closed for a brief moment, a grunt slipping past his lips.
The room was hot, more than just the body temperature of three people in a confinement. The energy was through the roof, you forgot for a moment what the hell even had you in this situation.
You blinked again. No longer on your back, instead straddling Cameron Cade. Rafe Cameron wasn’t far away at all.
Both men were positioned at your entrances, awaiting to who was going first. Rafe did the honors, surging his cock in your canal from behind.
He moaned loudly, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass. His hand came down on the same flesh hard, you cried out from both feelings.
“Fuck, I could cum just like this. I forgot how fucking tight you were.. how wet you got” Rafe said through gritted teeth.
“Got anymore space in there for me, baby?” Cameron said from below you, one hand holding your face, the other on the base of himself, his tip running against your clit.
He pushed inside, your eyes immediately shut in a brief moment of pain. Both men packed heavy, how they managed to fit inside of you, you couldn’t comprehend.
You just felt so.. full.
Eyes fluttering closed, your walls fluttering around their lengths. Your brain was scrambled, no thoughts just pure pleasure.
Both men began pumping, even their thrusts were in sync and of perfect rhythm. Push and pull, back and forth, dragging against your walls.
“Wish you could see her face, Rafe” Cameron chuckled, his hands caressing your cheeks as he fucked up into you.
“Yeah?” Rafe called out, “a cock drunk slut, huh?”
“Mhm, look like she can’t even think straight.. we can’t blame you, can we, baby? We’re stretchin’ this pussy real good, yeah?”
All you could do was nod.. but Cameron Cade wasn’t having it. Using his four fingers, he gave your cheek a soft but firm strike, making you whimper.
“I’on give a fuck how good this shit is, you know how I feel about responding. When I ask you a question, I expect a fuckin’ answer. You understand me?”
You nodded your head vigorously, “yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy!”
Cameron smiled, clearly pleased and pecking your lips. “Good fuckin’ girl, baby.. good job. You’re takin’ us so fuckin’ good..”
Rafe growled, a bit of jealously getting the best of him. He roughly took you by your curls and hauled you up, back to his chest. Caging you with a bicep around your collarbones, he fucked into you wildly.
“Where’s all that for me, huh? You’re still my good girl after all this time?” Rafe whispered in your ear.
His free hand slid down your stomach until he reached your sopping center, his two fingers teasingly caressing your button.
You felt tears budding in your eyes, you could feel the intensity of your orgasm just around the corner.
“Y’know I had you first technically” Rafe said loud enough for Cameron to hear, sending a smirk his way. “Hear that, Cade? I had her first, I popped her cherry, I got this pussy familiar with me. Didn’t I? Huh, baby? The way you’re squeezin’ me.. she missed me”
You nodded, eyes open and glassy, looking up at Rafe. “Y-yes”
Rafe chuckled. “Oooh, Cameron, I think she’s close. Has she been a good girl for us tonight?” His hand slithered across your throat and squeezed. “Good enough for me to not wanna snap this pretty little neck?”
Cameron’s hands up and down your body before finding your pelvis, he circled your clit tightly. “Oh yeah, I think so. She’s creamin’ on me.. I know she needed this”
Rafe nodded, “you heard him, sweetheart.. g’ahead and make a mess on us..”
Your release hit you like the hardest freight train you could imagine. Your tight canal borderline suffocated both men, walls sporadic and throbbing.
And still, they continued to fuck you through it. Your scream was loud enough to break a glass, your throat was sore.
Maybe it was the fact that Rafe squeezed your throat harder as he chased his orgasm that had your consciousness going in and out.
“Fuck, Cameron, I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it. She feels so good” Pleasure had Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed.
Cameron gripped your hips hard. “Don’t hold back, ‘m right there too”
Rafe snuck one last look at Cameron before smiling. “I fuckin’ missed you, buddy”
Cameron winked, “I missed you more”
Always perfectly in sync, both men let loose, shoving themselves as deeper as they could go.
Their hips stuttered, streams flowing inside of you and filling you like a basin. But it was too much, some of course leaked out and onto the sheets.
You were out like a light as soon as Rafe pulled out. Still the same rude and brooding, the dirty blonde simply let your body collapse on top of Cameron, not a care in the world.
Cameron Cade rolled his eyes at the dirty blonde as he rubbed your back and stroked your hair.
“Fuck, Rafe. Try being a little nicer when she wakes up, yeah?”
It was Rafe’s turn to roll his eyes. “We’ll see if I still don’t wanna kill her”
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