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Masterlist

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Rafe Cameron

Series

The Nanny ✩

Sweet Escape ☾

Girls On Film ☾

One shots

I Dare You, Play with me

You're All I Want

Boys Bathroom, Cats Out of The Bag

Bloody Love

Like a Virgin

Letters To Your Lover

Escape Room

Nerd

Purged

Playing House

Our Secret

For Give Me Father

Run

Glory

Trick or treat

Halloween Hunt

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What’s your role in a nursery/ kindergarten?

Hi! I’m an RBT (behavioral technician). So I work with kiddos that have autism and any other developmental delays. It’s really cool getting to see them learn new things and develop skills they initially were lacking in. Feel free to DM me if you have any questions!

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New stories coming soon! Sorry for not really posting I’ve been getting hit with every sickness from the kids at my job. So I really haven’t had the energy to really write anything.

Plus if I’m being honest I haven’t really felt motivated. I love writing and everyone on here but sometimes it feels like I suck at this. I truly appreciate everyone’s support and love for my stories. I promise I’ll try to update more this year

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we need oh honey part 2 !!!!!!!

Don’t worry I’m already working on it🤭

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getaway driver

rafe x reader | masterlist

Summary: being his ride or die, you’d do anything for rafe. That means getting your hands dirty and sitting behind the wheel as takes care of business.

Contents: robbery, fingering…

Word Count: 1.5k

Your fingers tapped on the steering wheel. Making sure everything was all set for your side of the plan. Head constantly whipping towards each of the windows. Your focus was sharp as you were on edge for what was going on. Your eyes kept a lookout for that one person. 

This wasn’t the first time that you’ve done something like this for him. You were quickwitted. A skilled driver. His ride or die- no pun intended. 

Your nerves were getting the best of you. The ten minutes he was inside already felt like an eternity. Part of you knew what to expect, part of you was waiting for the ball to drop and your karma to catch up to the both of you. It hasn’t seemed to yet. The thrill of it all still kept you wrapped up in the craziness. 

Just as you were about to burst from the anticipation a figure caught your gaze. Him. 

Rafe. 

Moving quickly like he had a purpose but not enough to draw the attention of others. Just someone who looks like they’re in a need to get somewhere. Beelining for the cherry red car parked in the back of the lot.

You already knew the drill. Double checking the doors were unlocked. Gear already shifted into drive, foot pressed on the break, just waiting to switch it over to the gas. Fingers gripping the steering wheel, ready to floor it. But your eyes kept focus on him as he moved. 

Rafe hopped into the passenger seat, tossing the large duffel bag into the back. You did exactly what you always do. Before either of you can say anything, you peeled out of the parking lot. 

Rafe shot out a breath, coming down from the adrenaline spike. You see in the corner of your  eyes, the drip of sweat sliding down from his forehead. 

“That was a close one. Almost got caught. But baby, you should see what I fucking got.” He places his hand on the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze. 

You still said nothing, but you gave us a sly smirk, glancing in his direction. He moved in, giving your lips a hard kiss before letting you get back to driving. 

“There’s gotta be like $150,000 in there. More than I’ve ever gotten away with.” He chuckles a bit, “I’ll buy you something pretty.” His voice was laced with a sense of pride and lust. He couldn’t hide it even if he tried. 

His hand moved back over towards you. The delicate touch of his fingertip traced down your arm making its way to your bare thigh, where he began to draw lazy circles. Your body involuntarily tenses from the tickle it leaves behind.

You still have yet to mutter a word back to him. He knows this. That typical heightened anxiety comes rushing through. The unease of lights and sirens appearing behind you at any moment keeps you on edge. You stay focused, stiff, as both hands grip the steering wheel. 

You follow the backroads, the same ones you take each time leading you to your safe house. The one filled with all your gems from the heists. Rafe’s hand slips further up your thigh and your foot presses on the pedal just a little harder. 

“You’re so tense baby. Ya gotta loosen up a bit.” His elbow is now holding himself up on the center console as he stretches across, moving closer. His nose brushed against your neck inhaling the sweet scent of the vanilla perfume he loves so much. You crane your neck to the left, allowing more room for him to explore. 

Still, your shoulders won’t relax. His hand that was on your thigh moves up to the nape of your neck, massaging the same skin that his teeth are now digging into. Before you can stop them, your eyes flutter back just slightly as you maintain focus on the road. 

His free hand takes place on your thigh again. Small brushes are made as he eases his way up and under your skirt. Your breath hitches when his fingertips graze softly over your underwear, stopping right over your clit. 

He notices it. He can hear how you struggle to find a breath. He can see how your chest falls and rises unevenly. Even if you force your face to stay neutral, he knows the effect he has on you. 

“This where you want me?” His lips are right at your ear. He’s taunting you and he knows it. The painfully slow  circles he’s rubbing make you want to cum right then and there. Your hips buck into his hand slightly, begging for more pressure. “My little getaway driver needs more?” 

His words make you throw your head back. It’s agony. You’re torn between worry and pleasure. With his hand still gripping your neck, his breath hot in your ear, and his rough calloused fingers teasing your clit, it’s all too much. Worry has been thrown out the car window. 

Through gritted teeth you let out a sharp, “fuck yes.” 

Wasting no time, his finger hooked your barely there thong and moved it out of the way for better access to you. He swiped his fingers through the wetness that has now coated the seat beneath you. You never made it hard for him to slip right in. The right stare, the perfect words could have you dripping for him in an instance. 

Just as expected, the tips of his finger graze your hike before he pushes them in knuckle deep. A gasp leaves your lips, the stretch from his fingers felt so fucking good. He, or should you say you, are so blessed to have such long fingers. He curls them just right, pumping them in and out, all while his thumb presses on your clit. The movement from his hand gives the right amount of pressure for the friction to intensify the bubbling starting to heat up in your lower half. 

You shift in your seat, raising your hips and adjusting them, giving him better access. He might as well be in your lap the way he’s slow close. His free hand had come around you to softly massage your tit. His mouth moving from your ear to your chest, leaving behind a wet trail  as he sucks a dark purple bruise above your collar. 

You're lost in the moment. Any of those nerves you felt before have ceased to exist. The engine revs beneath you and the car jolts every couple of seconds as you fight to keep a steady foot on the pedal. But the sound of the car is no match for your moans inside it. 

“You’re taking my fingers so fucking well. You hear that? That’s how wet I make you?” 

You can’t find the words to respond. You're so lost in the trance he has you in. You’re lucky to be on the backroads where no one really drives. You swerve a bit when your eyes unintentionally roll back. You hear Rafe chuckle against your skin when you do. 

“Gotta keep those eyes on the road baby. We need to make it home so I can fill you with my cock.” 

You let out another moan that sounds almost unearthly. It’s music to his ears. Hearing what he does to you will never get old. He ups the speed of his fingers. His thumb is now  flicking at your clit now and it has you at his complete mercy. You tighten around his fingers and you get closer and closer. You feel as if you’re about to combust. 

Fuck this car, fuck driving. You want to whip into a ditch and climb right into his lap and ride out this high, literally. Your hands grip the steering wheel tightly as you fight every muscle to prevent yourself from squeezing your eyes shut. Your chest hurts from how much you’ve held your breath. 

Rafe’s panting from how hard his arm is putting in work. The countdown for your orgasm is closing in. He sways towards you, as you take a sharp right turn into the driveway of your safehouse. You slam on the brakes, causing his fingers to push back into you, right into the perfect spot.

You throw the car into park and turn your lower half towards him for a better angle. Your head falls against the window. Moans come uncontrollably, your hips move with the rhythm of Rafe’s fingers and before you know it your orgasm washes over you. 

Rafe helps you ride out your high. Your breath is shallow and there's a layer of sweat coating your forehead causing your hair to stick to you. Once you’ve finally relaxed, Rafe takes back his fingers, licking off the sweet coating left behind. 

“You good?” 

You smile lazily while nodding. “Fucking amazing.” 

He smiles back at you, watching your reaction. He pulls the keys from the ignition, stepping out and grabbing the duffle from the backseat. He leans back down in the open car door, “come on baby, I already told you why we needed to get back safely and you did just that… again”

He winks and you spring up, even on shaky legs you rush to meet him at the front door he’s already unlocking. He tosses the duffle at the entrance and drags you in by the arm, lifting you in his and finding your lips immediately, shutting the door with his foot.

an: hiiiii welcome back! first fic on my new blog, im hoping that it's good enough. worried the pictures are going to get it flagged, but I think they add so much to the post I'd hate to have to get rid of them and reupload this.

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Omg…I need more

I love them so much😩

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Oh Honey

Pairing: fanboy!rafe x OF!reader

Summary: When Rafe's favorite cam girl puts out a contest to fuck her he has to sign up. When he wins he just can't say no to the chance.

Warnins: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum tasting, slight dacryphilia?, let me know if I missed one

Wc: 3.9K

A/N: I've been sitting on this one for a while so lets see how it does

1 message

Honey

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Here’s a little preview of my next video. Can’t wait to taste you ;) 

Honey

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[2 attached videos]

I didn’t think I could fit all of it. Would you be able to fight or would you stretch me out?

Honey

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I squirted so hard thinking about you fucking me. I wish it was you instead. 

Honey

*link*

Hi baby, I've been thinking about you. I wish I could fuck you and feel you on me. I really hope that you feel the same. If you do click the link to find out how you can win a chance to fuck me. Hope to see you ;)

Rafe shoots up out of his bed, nearly throwing his phone across the room. This can’t be real life right now. He checks the profile and sure enough it’s still you. “Holy shit.” He scrolls over your feed browsing the exposing photos. In some you are barely covered up but most of them you are completely naked. He really enjoys the ones where he can see your pussy swallowing up the dildo he sent over to your PR box. He loved that you take gifts from your fans.

That's the whole reason why he spends so much money on your private videos and chats. Shit the only fans and cam girls he used to follow didn’t do half the shit that you do. He was lucky to find you and now that he did he’s not going to let you go. 

He clicks onto the link which sends him to a different browser. The survey seems straightforward. He quickly fills out his personal information and scrolls down further. There's an option to link his social media so he quickly adds them too. As he keeps going the next prompt stops him in his tracks.

Optional: Send photos or videos to show me what to look forward to ;)

He knows what that means and for some reason it makes his heart rate spike. The thought of you seeing him naked makes him too excited. He pulls up his camera and goes to that hidden file he keeps. Each photo he has is mostly the same. The generic image of him standing in front of his mirror is multiplied by hundreds. He attaches a photo of his bulge sticking out of his briefs and one from when he was fresh out of the shower. He hesitates over the submit button before opening up his camera. 

Switching his phone to the left hand he lets his right hand wander. Slowly he makes his way down under his grey sweatpants. Ghosting his fingers against his shaft, he causes his dick to twitch. A small hiss comes from his lips when he finally wraps his hand around himself. Clicking the record button–he starts to stroke his dick. Giving himself a squeeze, he continues to tease himself while letting out little groans. “Shit honey, you feel fucking amazing.”

Pulling his cock out, he focuses the camera on how his thumb collects his precum to use as lube. “Wanna fucking taste you–feel how wet you get when I eat you out.” He moans when he brushes his thumb over his tip again. His strokes get frantic and his breathing is labored. “Bet you’d look so pretty cumming around my cock or cocking on it.” The muscles in his stomach constrict as his orgasm builds up. It only takes a few more strokes before he’s cumming all over his hand and stomach. He lets out a throaty chuckle and shows off his cum covered hand to the camera. “Don’t worry honey–I promise you’ll get a taste.” 

His thumb clicks off the video and he uses his cum free hand to attach the video before submitting. He sits there for a few minutes after soaking in what he just did. Fuck this could be  very big mistake but fuck it. 

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It’s been a week and there hasn’t been a word about the contest. Rafe keeps refreshing your feed but you are just posting like normal. Not that he’s complaining but the deadline has already passed. He expected to at least hear who won by now. But hey no news is good news. He was in the middle of writing an email back to a client when he got a notification.

1 New Email

[email protected]

Hi Rafe!

Wow can I just say out of all those applications…wow. Playing on my ego was a really nice touch and not one I was expecting in this. My mouth was literally watering at the sight of your cock. I honestly think you’re bigger than all of my dildos and I’m kind of nervous about this. But fuck I’m so happy I get to say you won. If you are still interested please email me back so we can coordinate a date, time, and location. I really hope I get to see you.

Xoxo,

   Honey

In a flash he replies back to the email and hopes that whatever god who graced him does it again. It wasn’t long before you had responded and a date was set. Having to wait two weeks just to see you was hell. But also the best time ever.

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Hi Rafe! Can’t wait to see you…just dreaming about feeling you. Just wanted to give you a little treat ;)

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Rafe has never cum harder than when he heard you say his name. The high pitched scream that ripped its way out of you when you finally cummed all over your dildo sent him over the edge. Not like he would have really lasted long anyway because you didn’t stop. “Fuck I really hope I can fit all of you. Want you to stretch me out and ruin me for anyone else.” Yeah he was really fucked. 

Those two weeks were spent sending teasing photos and videos back and forth. The cherry on top was when he was taking his daily scroll over your feed to see you adding a new video. The background looked familiar to one you had sent him earlier that day. Clicking on the video he gets himself settled. His hand sneaks its way under his shorts to stroke himself.  “Mmm Ray just like that. You fill me up so fucking good baby.”  He nearly chokes on air when he hears your words.

Swiping to your private messages he realizes it is the same video you sent him.

Honey

Been thinking about you Ray…

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Rafe stands outside of what he assumes is a second apartment for recording. From watching you so long he knows you normally don’t do collabs but you do on rare occasions. This must be where you film those. The front door opens and you stand there in the shortest shorts he’s ever seen and a baby tee. “Hi Ray.” You grab his hand and practically drag him into the place. 

“My manager got your tests back so we are good to go for today.” You don’t let go of his hand as you bring him to the living room. He watches your ass jiggle with each step you take and he has to adjust himself in his pants. “Do you want anything to drink?” He glances up at you and stops to look at your eyes. Fuck. He doesn’t know why the words seem to be stuck in his throat so he just nods.

You tilt your head at him, giving him a curious look before going to fetch him a water bottle. When you get back it looks like your shirt got even smaller. He gulps down like half of the water bottle as you both stare at each other. “Want to see where we are going to shoot?” You’re playing with the hems of your shirt just above your belly button. His knees almost buckle when you look up at him between your lashes. There’s this innocent look in your eyes and it’s undoing him. “Oh um yeah.” 

You smile and grab his hand to guide him through the halls. He glances around noticing a bunch of photos scattered along the walls. Holy shit is this your actual house? When he gets into the room he realizes it’s the one you film all of your videos in. Normally when you do a collab it's in various different rooms or so it seems. But this is definitely where you film all your solo stuff. You smile and bow your head to the floor as Rafe looks around. “I have to say that I’ve never been wetter than when I saw your application.” He whips around to look at you.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed with your hands on your lap staring up at him. “Texting you these two weeks has been really fun.” The warm lighting in the room flickers across your eyes, giving them a mischievous look. Rafe takes a few steps closer to you so he’s standing right between your now open legs. His right hand moves up to lift your chin higher. “You've made me cum harder than any girl I’ve ever met. Shit baby, all I can ever think about is the videos you sent me.”

A deep blush crosses your cheeks at the thought of him repeatedly watching your videos. “How many times have you cummed to one of my videos?” The question throws Rafe for a loop. He was trying to gain his confidence back and then you knocked him off course. “Way to fucking much.” His hand moves lower to rest around your neck, applying light pressure. “I can’t get enough of you.” Taking his other hand, you move it to your mouth and suck two fingers in. The pads of his middle and ringer finger poke the back of your throat. “Fuck honey…what are you doing to me?”

He whispers the words but it causes you to close your eyes and moan. Flickering your eyes up at him, you start to move your head–pretending like you’re sucking his cock. His breathing gets more intense and you smile around his fingers. You send him a wink before removing his fingers from your mouth. “Let me set up the camera.” Rafe helps you up and you stand on the top of your toes. “Get comfy okay.” You kissed the edge of his lips before moving around him. It takes him a moment to process everything. 

When he does, he takes off his shoes and goes to lay down on the bed. He watches as you set up a few cameras making sure they were all pointing to the bed. There were a few moments where your eyes would meet his and you both couldn’t help but smile at each other. The wink he would send you would cause you to look away and continue what you were doing. It wasn’t long before you had everything set up and all the camera’s had a little red light on. 

Rafe's smile gets larger when you start to walk over to him. A smile that soon fades when you climb up on the bed and start to crawl over to him. You get settled in his lap and let your fingers trail along his chest. He lets out a light moan at the feeling of your nails dragging across him. “Can I kiss you?” Your eyes flicker to his, shining with desire as you wait for his answer. Without saying anything, Rafe drags you down to him and starts to devour you. It didn’t take long for things to pick up in pace.

His hands were roaming all over you–guiding you to rock against him. Your hands grip his shirt tightly pulling him closer to you. Both of your arms wrap around his neck and you rock harder against him. Rafe nips at your bottom lip before moving on to kiss your neck. He sucks lightly, not enough to leave a mark which was a no go on your list. But fuck does he wish he could mark you up. His hands glide underneath your shirt, slowly lifting it up to feel your skin. Moving his hand in between you, he starts to play with your tits. 

You lean back and take off your shirt. “Oh honey.” Rafe quickly rips off his shirt and drags you back to him. His mouth dives down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. His left hand plays with your other tit, pulling at the nipple and giving it a squeeze. Detaching himself, he gives your ass a slap. “Get on your back.” You smile and do as he says, letting out a giggle when he rips your shorts off. A low groan comes from him as he looks at your exposed pussy. He shuffles out of his pants as he positions himself to lay between your legs. 

“Been dreaming about tasting this pretty pussy.”A glob of spit lands directly on your clit. His middle and ring finger spread it around, teasing your entrance as he pushes in. You moan as his fingers stretch you out. “Oh fuck Ray.” Your hand finds the back of his head and pushes him towards your pussy. “Be a good boy and eat me out okay.” The way his eyes darken when his lips finally wrap around your clit sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. 

He eats you out like he’s a man starved. The two fingers that pump into you, curl right into your g-spot. You throw your head back letting out a loud moan. Both of your hands go to your tits and play with them. You grind your hips down into Rafe's mouth, matching his pace while you pinch and twist your nipples. Rafe’s tongue flicks over your clit in rapid succession before slowing down the pace. The change throws you off balance and the pressure in your stomach starts to intensify. 

Your back starts to arch off the bed and your mouth drops open. “Oh my god, Ray!” Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your legs wrap around his head. He pumps his fingers a few times before removing them. His tongue continues to assault your pussy until your whole body relaxes. With one last lick he gathers the taste of you in his mouth before kissing you deeply. “Knew you’d taste like fucking heaven.” He leans back so he’s resting on his heels. “Let me get a condom.” 

Quickly, you lock your legs around his hips to stop him. “I’m okay without the condom if you are. I have an IUD.” Rafe smirks down at you and kisses you deeply. “Gonna let me fill you up?” He pecks your lips right after, moaning into them. The tip of his cock is teasing your entrance and you’re so happy he stretched you out with his fingers first. His right hand wraps around your jaw and you can feel how his fingers are still wet. “Depends on how good you fuck me.”

A dark chuckle comes from him right before he slams all the way into you–settling deep in you. Your nails dig into his shoulder to ground yourself but Rafe has different plans. His hips start to snap into you at a brutal pace. “You got a lot to say for someone struggling to take my dick.” As if to prove his point, he delivers another harsh thrust. You choke on a sob and try to drag him close to you only for him to pull back. He takes a hold of your chin and pushes your face to the side facing the camera.

The palm of his hand rests on your cheek to keep your head on your mattress. “Did you enjoy teasing me all week?” His unoccupied hand pinches at your nipples, pulling and giving them a flick. You hum back in response causing him to tsk. “Couldn’t stop fucking myself when I thought about you.”  The words were forced out of you every time his hips met yours. When you finished your sentence he buried himself deep. Grinding his hips–he lets you feel him fully. The walls of your pussy flutter around his cock making him twitch.  

“Yeah, honey? Thought about how good I could stretch you out.” He grinds his hips again, somehow going deeper. “Tell me how it feels.” You whimper in response which was not the correct answer. Rafe pulls his hips back and slams back into you. He drags your face back to look at him so he could kiss you. The kiss lasted longer than expected because everything felt so good. Your pussy kept squeezing him so tight and he couldn’t help but to fuck you. He pulls away and wiggles your head side to side. “Tell me.”

The two of you stare at each other as he fucks you. Your mouth drops open but it takes you a few seconds to say anything between moans. “Feels so fucking good.” You sob out as his thrusts get harder. You thought he would let up a little when he got what he wanted. That thought was thrown out the window when all he did was laugh. “Bet it fucking does. You’re squeezing me so tight.” The next moan you let out is an actual sob. You don’t know where it came from. Everything was feeling so good. The way he stretched you out was painful in the best way and he was saying the right things.

But fuck

His thrusts slow down to a halt and his hand taps your cheek. He whips the tears that fell when your eyes opened up. “Are you okay? Want to stop?” Shaking your head wildly, you finally find your voice. “No, please don’t stop.”  His hips start to pick up pace, stretching you to form around his cock. He pounds into you again making tears pool in your eyes again. They slowly fall down the side of you face and a small sob escape you when he shoves his cock roughly in you.

He leans down and licks the tears from your face making you moan. "You look so fucking pretty." He holds your chin so you can look at him. The two of you share a look passing along unspoken words. The hand that holds your chin moves to cup your face before he kisses you. It drags on longer than you expected. Another shock was when he slowed his thrust to match the way he devoured you. 

His body leans in, covering you fully underneath him. You forget why you are even there for a moment. The way his hips grind into yours makes your mind literally go blank.  When he bottoms out, he grinds his hips even deeper. His pelvic bone rubs against your clit–the friction making your orgasm start to build. Your jaw becomes slacked, ending the kiss abruptly. The tip of his cock is digging into you brutally. Every time he grinds it feels like he’s trying to get in deeper. “Feel so fucking good baby. I could stay in this pussy all day.”

Rafe nibbles along your jaw and his hips thrust into you properly. It’s still a slow pace but it has your head spiraling. The hand that holds him up wraps itself around your head while his other hand strokes your clit. He bites your earlobe before placing a kiss under your ear. “Fuck I want to keep you.” The walls of your pussy convulses around him and you dig your nails into the sides of him. “Oh my god.”

Rafe pulls back so he can watch as you cum. He stops when you finally come down. You smile up at him in a daze before letting out a squeak. In a swift movement he flipped you both over to have you on top. You brace yourself with your hands on his chest, resting yourself on his thighs so you could catch your breath. His cock twitches wildly against his abdomen as he just stares at you. Your legs are still shaking when you shuffle up so you are hovering above his dick. Rafe smirks up at you and pinches one of your nipples.

“Wanna make one of my dreams come true?” Nodding along, you take a hold of his dick and start to stroke him. “Been dreaming of you riding me and getting to see your tits bounce for me.” Smirking down at him, you line him up to your entrance and sink down. Holy shit he’s big. You take a few breaths and continue sinking yourself down until you are fully seated in his lap. “Fuck you stretch me out so much.” You giggle lightly causing your pussy to flutter around him. He sits up straight and wraps an arm around you to secure you to his chest. “What’s so funny?” He moves the both of you so he can rest on the headboard. 

“I bought a new dildo to prepare myself for you.” You lift yourself up then slowly drag yourself back down. “But fuck I don’t think anything could have prepared me.” His hands grab your ass, giving them a squeeze. You start to bounce on his dick, moaning at the way he reaches deep in your pussy. Your nails drag along his arms leaving red marks in their wake. “Oh shit…just like that baby.” His head lulls forward, resting against your chest. He pulls you in close, dragging your body up and down on his cock. 

You hold onto him, throwing your head back as you let out a scream. He can’t help but to nip along your skin. The urge to sink his teeth into winning over. The bed is making a creaking noise that should concern you but you can’t focus. “Fuck you’re like a dream come true.” All you can feel is him. His skin, his hands, his teeth… the list could go on. But you are missing something that you’ve been craving since seeing his audition video.

You lean into his ear and kitty lick it. “Wanna know one of my dreams?” You muse while grinding your hips. He hums back in response lost in a daze. “I’ve been craving to feel the way you cum. Especially dreaming about tasting your cum.” Rafe’s arms wrap around you tightly and his teeth harshly pierce your skin. A moan racks through your body and you come apart alongside him. You two stay in each other's arms catching your breaths. 

After a minute you slowly get off of him, catching some of the cum that dripped out of you. You show him your fingers before shoving them into your mouth. “Tastes like heaven.” Rafe smirks at you and lets out a laugh of disbelief. With two fingers he gestures for you to come closer. “You should probably switch out those batteries before they die out. I’m not done with you yet.”

Honey

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Lucky Winner of the Honey contest fucks me good. Just wait until next week…these aren't the only videos from that night ;). Or the ones from the days after🤭

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[writingroom21]

Halloween Hunt

Paring: Ghostface!rafe x jester!reader

Summary: When meeting ghost face at a halloween party takes a turn or when meeting ghost face has a happy ending

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex

A/N: Finally getting this out. Sorry for the long wait

Wc: 4.3K

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Boring

Cute

What was he thinking?

Another year, another Halloween. The only difference is…nothing. Well it is your first Halloween in Outerbanks but it seems the same. Girls dressed up in costumes that make them look amazing. While the boys…they dress up. It’s like really come on, a sheet over yourself with a plastic crown doesn’t make you a Roman. All it does is tell girls that you have no ability to take things seriously. Which in the end just tells people all they need to know about you.

“Are you really going to stay here this whole time?”

Your cousin Kiara comes up next to you and hands you a solo cup. Not caring what's inside, you gulp down the whole thing. “Not like I really know anyone here besides you and the pogues.” Looking around the beach house you see endless bodies. Seriously, how big is this house? Being sent to live here has been a crazy adjustment but at least kie’s house is a normal size. This is like a mansion.

“I’m sure John B and Sarah will reappear soon. Same with pope and Cleo.” Her eyes dim while looking up at the textured ceiling. Pop corn ceilings? That’s an interesting choice but who are you to judge? “Jayj will be here soon.” You nudge her shoulder a bit trying to cheer her mood. She scoffs and looks at you. “Yeah I’m sure that ‘I’m not going to that fucking kook party’ means he’ll show up.” Giving her a sheepish smile you look back down at your empty cup and notice that hers is too.

“Want a refill?” You point to her cup just in case she can’t hear you over the music. She nods her head and hands it over just as her phone starts to ring. Noting the eyeroll and the face plastered on her you know it’s JJ. Without hesitating you let her deal with her clingy boyfriend. You swear the easiest solution is just for him to come to the party but no he doesn’t want to step foot on figure 8. Kie told you that there has been a sort of truce not set but JJ is convinced it’s all a plan. For what who knows. All you know is there’s some trap that will cause everyone to hate the pogues again. Only this time he thinks it’ll stick. So long story short he is definitely not coming. 

The kitchen is kind of packed but you managed to make your way through. You worked fast to pour some drinks and carefully walked back over to where you left Kie. Except, when you get there she’s nowhere to be seen. On the contrary, in her place now stands a six foot giant covered all in black. Your eyes scan him from head to toe and stop when you get to his face. For a second you swear you actually stopped breathing. 

Fuck he’s ghost face.

Well shit. This whole time you kept judging these poor guys when all  you had to do was patiently wait. Sure most guys here look barely presentable but at least you now have eye candy. The off white mask tilts to the side as the black holes for eyes stare at you. From the corner of your eye you see him lift up an arm. Looking at his hand you see a realistic looking fake knife. Well at least you hope it's fake.

With the knife he beckons you forward and you actually follow. Wow you really are one of those girls from the horror movies. The short time it took you to get to him, you went over all the ways this could be bad. The knife moves from side to side in some sort of greeting. “Hello Jester.” The voice modulator sounds exactly like the movies. Man, that's a good costume. Looking down at your outfit you see that the two of you practically match. The white and black corset and miniskit give the illusion of a jester.The fluffy collar, clown makeup, and hat seal the deal. 

“Hi Ghosty.” There’s a chuckle that comes begins the mask. Twirling the knife he looks you up and down. “You know I can’t say I've ever meet a Jester before but I’m liking it. Can I get a show?” Someone pushes past him causing him to take a step closer. The knife in his hand catches one of the black buttons on your white corset. “Shit sorry.” You giggle as you help him unravel your button that somehow is still caught.

“It’s all good. I’m sure it’s hard for you not to stab someone.” You go to gesture to his knife only for someone to walk right into your hand. “Shit.” The fruit cocktail you made splashes over the masked man. He lets out a chuckle and takes the mostly empty cup from your hand to put it down on the banistor. “Not how I imagined you getting me wet tonight but it’s all good.” You blush hard at the comment. Even in the darkly light room the red tint to your cheeks is still noticeable.

Ghostface reaches a hand back out and moves you so your back is to the banistor. The black fabric draping over him blocks out most of your view. From the sides of him colored lights start to flicker as the music picks up. You can see some people dancing but that’s really it. “You here with anyone?” His head dips to your hand that now only holds one cup. Nodding, you explain that you recently moved here and your cousin took you out. It was easy to talk to him, it was like you knew each other. 

At some point the masked man got so close that you are pressing up against the textured banistor. Both of you are chest to chest practically hiding from everyone else. Somehow you both manage to get more drinks and it only causes him to be flirty. It really didn’t help that he seems to be handsy. All you can think about is him holding you down while fucking you. Shit with how you are feeling right now he can even keep the mask on. “What made you want to be a jester?” The question snaps you out of your thoughts and back to him. 

“Oh um my family practically asks like everything I say is a joke. So since I’m their entertainment, I thought I’d be it for everyone else.” Crap, maybe you shouldn’t drink more. “Yeah I get that. That’s how my family is.” He takes a sip from his beer with ease. From the looks of it there has to be a slit where the mouth is so he can drink. That or he’s just soaking the fabric and sucking the beer out of it. The thought made you giggle and it caught his attention. You shake your head from side to side and snap out of that thought. “What made you dress like ghostface?”

Taking a sip from your cup you watch him. God you wish you could see his face right now. He’s probably handsome. What if you know him? No it doesn’t seem like he recognizes you and you don’t know many people. “I like the movies. I can see why someone can build up all of that hate to become ghostface.” You nod along but a pair of fairy wings and fluffy green dress catches your attention. Now is not a good time for your fairy weed mother. Kie stands slightly behind the mystery guy staring at the two of you. Her fluffy green dress makes her look like a nugget of weed. Honestly it was a great idea for a costume. Some girls walk up to her and she gives out the free joints she's handing out.

Turning back to him you try to wave her off but she won’t get the hint. “I Like the movies too. Honestly one of my favorite franchises.” You send Kie a glare and she gets the point. Mystery guy turns to follow your gaze and chuckles a bit. “You like the scream movies?” The tone of his voice sounds amused. Like you shouldn’t be into horror movies at all. “Yeah horror and thrillers are my favorite.” He takes a moment to take you in and nods to himself. “So you like the costume then?” Even though you can’t see him you’re sure he’s wearing a smirk. “Of course I do. What girl wouldn’t like a masked man?”

He takes a step closer and pinches at the tulle of your skirt. “So that’s why you like the movies.” You shrug and take another sip, finishing off your drink. “Amongst other things. Overall, I think the movies are good. Also tell you a lot about people.” He hums, his hand slowly crawling up to the corset you are wearing. “I have a feeling it’s not really the message behind it you watch it for.” Shrugging you start mindlessly playing with the extra fabric of his costume. “I think a lot of girls find all of it hot in some way. That’s the whole reason dark romance exists.”

“What do you mean?” Rafe stares down at you through the mask, basking in the way you look so fucked without being touched. All those drinks really must be doing a number on you. Taking a step closer you look around before lowering your voice. “You know the whole being chased thing. Having a masked man find you, it's all thrilling. Why do you think a lot of people are into ghostface?” It’s like the air from his lungs were violently ripped out. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen is practically telling him she wants to be chased. Fuck this is a dream. It has to be, there’s no way he’s gotten this lucky. 

Your eyes widen in horror when he doesn’t reply. Great you really had to fuck this up. “Oh my god. I shouldn’t have said that.” Your hand shoots out to cover your mouth but you end up spilling your drink. Rafe chuckles and grabs the cup from your hand to dry you. “It’s all good. Bet you’d look good being chased around until you're caught.” His left hand lifts up to play with the silver necklace you are wearing. The tip of the dagger charms digs into your skin and you swear your panties get a little bit wet. “Bet you like that shit.” He can feel each breath you take. Lightly you nod your head, afraid of what else you will say. Then suddenly you muster up all your confidence and take a leap. “But not as much as I bet you’d like chasing me.” The hand around your necklace falters for a moment.

Taking the chance you stand taller, using the balls of your feet to really elongate yourself. The movement causes him to wrap his hand around your neck. Your eyes flutter close before looking into the black pits you assume his eyes should be in. “Really hope you can catch me before your offer runs out.” His head cocks to the left, staring down at you like it will help clarify your words. Now it’s your turn to smile. “See you ghosty.” You place a kiss on the cheek of his mask and disconnect yourself from him. You don’t really care if you bump into someone from walking backwards. Seeing a somewhat stunned six foot ghost face is the award of the night. Nothing is going to beat it unless he actually finds you. 

Turning around you head back over to the kitchen to get a drink. Just as you enter, you cast one more glance back to see him still looking at you. Then two girls cut you off and when you look back he’s gone. Scanning the room you can’t see him anywhere. You stand there a few moments hoping he’ll just magically appear next to you. But he doesn’t. The kitchen isn’t packed which is great. Allowing you to quickly grab your drink and leave. It didn’t take long to eventually find Kie and the rest of the group. Like you expected JJ did not show up.

The rest of the night was spent comforting a sad Kie and then babysitting her when she got too drunk. It also didn’t help that at every corner you turned there would be another drink table. The constant flow of drinks really didn’t help her condition. Eventually you, Sarah, and Cleo were able to convince her to go home. The uber ride back to her house and awkward greeting to her parents was not fun. “We expected you to watch her when you got here, not enable her.” You thought your parents were bad but dealing with your aunt is a lot. She made sure to tell you how disappointed she was as you waited for your uber to get there.

Thank god you have your own place.

The only thing you are really grateful your parents did for you was give you the beach house. It’s not technically on the beach but close enough. By the time you finally got home it was already past midnight. The driver pulled up to your driveway and stopped the car. “Well this is you.” The older gentleman turns to look at you. He wasn’t subtle with his once over and you scoff. “Thanks.” You go to open the car door but it’s still locked. “You live here all by yourself?” You find the button to unlock the door and click it. “No my boyfriends inside. It was girls' night so he stayed home.”

You quickly get out and find your keys before you get to your door. Once you're inside you lock the front door and check to make sure the other doors are closed. “Fucking creep” You make your way upstairs, taking things off before completely stripping in your room. The cold floor nips at your feet as you head to your bathroom to shower. Your mind floats back to the party and the masked man you definitely didn’t try to find you. Which is totally fine, not like you wanted that anyway. The frustration builds the longer you think about it. 

You really thought the two of you were hitting it off. Maybe you came on too strong? No, nope screw that it’s all good. Who cares? This isn’t about him, it's about you being pent up. All you have to do is use your vibrator and you’ll be fine. You dry yourself off and put on some clothes and head straight to your dresser. Thud. You pause in the middle of your room which is the worst thing to do. You are right in front of your open bedroom door. There’s another thud and you debate on what to do. 

Heading to your bed, you grab the bat that’s under it and head down stairs. Looking around you don’t notice anything strange. The doors are all still locked and there’s no one there. Another thud comes from outside. Heading to the front door, you peek out the side window. All you can see is your car in the driveway and your neighbors houses. Taking a deep breath you open the door and take a step outside. You turn your head from left to right and scan the whole area. Walking down further you head to your car to make sure it’s okay. 

Okay so everything was fine. Acorns must have fallen or something.Turning around you take a few steps towards your door and then stop. A flood of panic rushes through you when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Right where your neighbor's driveway meets the sidewalk and your yard stands a black figure. Against your better judgement you glance at them to see…ghostface? 

Dressed in the same costume, the masked man from earlier stands there staring at you. Swallowing down the lump in your throat you say something. “Hi Ghosty.” He doesn’t say anything back or move. You step closer to your door and he takes one closer to you. The pounding in your heart picks up. “Looks like you found me.” He chuckles and you note that he has the voice modulator on. “Yeah but I haven’t caught you yet.” He gives you a moment to do something. Anything to say get the fuck away from me but he doesn’t find it. Then he’s running at you. 

Your senses finally kick in and run straight to your door. The grass crunches underneath your feet before you make it onto your steps. He’s close behind. The grass is still crunching so at least you got a good head start. Your shoulder rams into your door frame but you fight through the pain. Grabbing the door you close it as you get in but you hear it slam into something. Turning your head around you see a hand wrapped around the door before he emerges from outside. 

A tsk and dark chuckle come from him as he closes the door to stand in front of it. Without turning, he locks the door and takes a step closer. “No where to really run now.” Each step you take backwards is met with two of his steps. This really can’t be happening right? The two of you stand in the middle of your living room not moving. In hindsight an unknown man being in your house is scary. But you’re going to blame the alcohol for this probably poor decision. 

Not wasting another second you race down the hall and up the stairs. Heavy footsteps follow you casually letting you get to the top. Once your foot hits the second floor all bets are off. He’s running after you at full speed, taking the steps two at a time. You lead him down the left hall and go to slam the door again. But you couldn’t get halfway through the door before he was on top of you. The both of you crashed to the floor. You scramble to get out from underneath him but he drags you back to him.

His head peaks up to see your bedroom. Your costume sits in the corner along with your panties. When he looks back down at you that's when he notices you are only wearing a long t-shirt. Not only that but the shirt is now sitting on your stomach exposing your lower half. A deep groan comes from him. The room is silent as he struggles with his next moves. His left hand runs from your cheek to the base of your neck. The mask tracks the movement putting him in some type of trance. “Ghosty?”

Your words are breathy and you squirm under his hold. “You going to keep running from me?” He grinds into your right thigh, pressing his bulge into your skin. A quiet moan slips from your lips and you squirm again. “And if I do?” There isn’t much light coming into your room, the only source is the bathroom light. But it was enough to illuminate how wet you are for him. Without saying anything he leans back and goes to stand up. He grabs your ankles and drags you closer to your bed. 

You let out a squeal because you weren’t expecting it. Then in a flash he picks you up and throws you on the bed. Your fluffy grey blanket cushions your fall. The tall dark figure that is your mystery man stands at the bottom staring at you. His right hand covers his crotch. Giving his dick a squeeze to hold him off. His left hand is around one of your ankles again, dragging you back to him. “Oh baby it doesn’t matter if you keep running the outcome will be the same.” He parts your thighs and takes a step in between them. 

Slowly his hands trail along your thighs causing your chest to rise and fall as your breathing increases. When he gets to the hem of your sleep shirt he pauses. “I’m still going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Ain't that right baby?” Fuck. Continuing, he lifts the shirt up to expose your breast. You stay still and let him soak you in. A small part of you says to fight back but then he’s touching you. Once he’s tugging at your nipple all bets are lost. He can do anything to you and you’ll probably say thank you. 

“I need an answer.”  

Your eyes flicker up to the mask and you nod. “Yes.” His head cocks to the side still staring down at you but not saying anything. “Yes you can fuck me…please.” The fabric of the gloves scratches your skin as his hand crawls back down your body. His thumb circles your clit, applying more pressure each time you squirm. He removes his thumb and rips the glove off his hand. Slowly he teases you with his now exposed fingers. They gather your slickness and spread it around your pussy. His fingers leave a sticky trail to the middle of your right thigh, letting your skin glisten in the low light.

You involuntary clench around nothing when he positions himself between your thighs. “Jesus look at you just ready to take me in.” His middle and ring finger tease your entrance before diving right in. You moan loudly as his fingers curve and find your g-spot on the first try. “This what you wanted me to do to you? What you were thinking of at that party.” His fingers pump into you slowly, dragging out another moan from you. Your thighs go to clench around him but he holds them down. 

A squelching sound fills the room as juices spill out of you. Even though you can’t see it you know you are making a mess. The sheets underneath you are rubbing against your skin and they are wet. “Shit if I knew you were this pent up I would have just taken you at the party.” His thumb meets your clit again to assist his fingers that are in you. The combination hs your head reiling–back arching off the bed at the force of your orgasim. You didn’t even know that your orgasim was creeping up. 

Looking down at him you see him slip his fingers under the mask to taste you. A deep moan comes from behind it and you sit up. Pulling the black fabric up, you rip it off of him and still somehow miss the mask. You go to take it off but the masked man tasks at you. He grabs your hips and flips you over so your face is shoved into the sheets. “Really want to ruin the fun before I’m even inside of you?” You shake your head no and let out a weak sob of ‘no, please.’ The presence of him behind you looms closer. 

The tip of his dick taps against your ass cheek and you open your legs a bit wider. “That’s a good girl.” You push against him as he ruts himself against your pussy. “Look at you getting me all wet. Bet I could slide right in.” Which is exactly what he does. The stretch of him slowly pushing in is almost agonizing. He’s fucking huge. He doesn’t waste time and starts to pound into you. The bedframe starts to rock into the wall slowly chipping the paint off of it. He hits your g-spot perfectly causing the fire in your veins to ignite again.

The pads of his fingertips are rough as he drags his hand up your spine. He takes a hold of the base of your neck–holding you down as he fucks you hareder. There’s a sharp sound that fills the room as a moan wrecks it’s way out of you. Your left ass cheek stings and is now turning a nice shade of pink. As if he wasn’t satisfied with the results he strikes again. In one swift motion he rotates his wrist by your neck to collect all of your hair. 

Using your hair, he drags you up so your back is pressed against his chest. His other hand wraps around your throat as he nuzzles into the side of your face. The rubber mask rubs against your skin adding in a different sensation. “I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you that you’ll be leaking for days.” He keeps delivering brutal thrusts making you shake. “I want you to remember me because I’m coming back for you.”

With a brutal force he shoves you back down–smoothering your face in the sheets. Your walls constrict around him, holding him like a vice. You try to catch your breath but its hard. “Gonna sneak through your window next and fuck you.” Everything goes silent. You can still feel him on you but it’s like everything stopped. Your whole body shakes and you let out a muffled scream. His body draps over you, squeezing you tight to him as he ruts into you. His voice is muffled, silenced by the ringing in your ear. “Fuck you’d like that shit? Squeezed me so hard when you comed.” 

You didn’t even realize that he already finished and moved the two of you to be laying down. Looking over at him you also notice that he took the mask off and fuck you are so glad he did. “Hey beautiful.” You smile at the small compliment and snuggle a bit closer to him. “Hi handsome.” He chuckles and moves some hair from your face. “I’m Rafe. Normally I tell a girl that before fucking her but hey I can’t complain.” You giggle and tell him your name. The two of you lay there for a moment not saying anything. “So when can I take you up on that sneaking through window experience.” The fingers that were caressing your skin stop. Take a peak at him you see that Rafe is staring down at you.

“Oh baby I’m not even finished with you yet. Don’t get greedy.”

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Yall so sorry for not posting this month. I got so side tracked with stuff for my press on nail business since I started to go to markets. Then I got sick and just got my wisdom teeth removed. So I’ve been all over the place this month.

I have a story that I was going to post for Halloween that I will release later today. Then I’m going to be working on girls on film and sweet escape.

Also if anyone has tips on how to deal with the weird jaw locking things that happens after wisdom teeth removal please let me know. My jaw is begging me for some relief

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: dad!rafe x mom!reader

Summary: After a night of trick or treating its the best part of the night...sorting candy. Or when sorting out candy because a difficult task for Rafe and reader. Guess candy isn't the only sweet thing Rafe has a craving for.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie

Wc: 1.9k

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“Jesus how much candy can one kid get?”

Rafe dumps out the pumpkin bucket over the coffee table as the two of you settle in. The fairy wings from your Wanda costume are digging into your back but for some reason you refuse to take them off. “The kids barely even one. What do they think he’ll do with it?” Next to you Rafe shifts uncomfortably before ripping him off and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Looking over at him you can see he's worse off than you. The green gel you added to dye his hair is knowing staining his neck and shirt. “A cute kid apparently gets you a lot of candy. Plus everyone knows it’s mostly for the parents anyway.”

Rafe gives you a little look before turning his attention to the massive pile of candy on the table. Being Wanda, Cosmo, and poof had to be your greatest idea yet. Everyone kept complementing your little family which warmed your heart. Not to mention hearing you and Rafe make cute babies has your ovaries on over drive. “That’s because my girl is the hottest thing to ever exist.” He sends you a wink before plopping a snickers in his mouth and kissing you. The slight flavor of chocolate infiltrates your mouth making you moan.

He pulls back a little and wipes a bit of leftover chocolate from your lips. “Still as sweet as I remember.” Oh fuck. Your chest heaves at the intense stare he gives you. There has to be a blush on your cheeks because Rafe is smirking hard. Which is his number one tell that he has you flustered. “I think you might need to check again.” One of his eyebrows lifts up while he moves himself closer to you on the floor. Scanning the table he takes in all of the options he has.

Chuckling to himself, he quickly grabs a candy before you can see and puts it in his mouth. You track the movement stuck staring at his lips as he takes in the flavor. The hand that’s closest to you starts to reach over grazing your thigh over your leggings. Letting out a huff, you pull yourself up and maneuver yourself to sit in his lap. “You take too long.” A soft smile graces his face as his eyes shine a little brighter. “You fold too quickly.” You groan but it’s cut off with a kiss. His tongue invades your mouth pushing the rest of the sour candy on your tongue.

You pull away and scrunch your face as you rush through the rest of the candy. “Fuck you. You know I hate lemon heads.” He laughs loud and fights not to topple over to the floor. A noise down the hall causes both of you to stop. Turning your head you look at the baby monitor that displays a peacefully sleeping baby. Thank God. All of a sudden Rafe leans you back causing  your back to rest on the edge of the coffee table. You stay like that enjoying the way his eyes devour you.

Both of his hands are raking your thighs. Meeting your core just to retreat and repeat the motion. He’s got one thing right. You’ve always been impatient and never knew when you wait for things. Compared to Rafe’s incessant need to drag things out, you want to dive right in. To you it doesn’t matter if you only go one round as long as you can feel him on you when you need it. Plus you know he’d still drag out that one round because he can’t help himself. The drawn out pleasure is like the best torture he could give you and also the worst thing he could ever do. 

Your hips lift up right when he reaches your core. His fingers graze your covered clit not giving you the sensation you want. “Rafe.” You huff out as he takes his fingers away only to be replaced with a wince. Rafe’s fingers dig into your hip, stopping your movements and seating you on his hard dick. “Just stop for one second.” OH, oh. Fighting against his hold, you roll your hips again getting the same snarled reaction. “Is my poor husband so worked up that he’d really cum his pants?” You try not to laugh but it’s hard to hide it.

Your laughter dies when he does n’t respond. All he does is just stare at you with dark eyes. His nostrils are flaring and you can hear his ragged breath. Maybe he’s mad and didn’t find it funny. One of his hands moves back to your core with the other following right after. In one swift motion Rafe tears the middle seam of the leggings exposing your panties to him. The pad of his thumb runs over the fabric, humming in approval at how wet you are. “Baby I’ve been desperate for you since the moment we met. I’m always ready to cum in my pants around you.”

His thumb grazes your clit briefly as it floats along your entrance. Cerulean eyes stare into yours examining whatever you are thinking. An O shape forms on your lips when he finally applies the correct pressure to your clit. “There you go baby.” He adds a finger into you then another before adding a third. God he feels so good. “Look so pretty when I’m inside of you.” You moan, well it was more of a groan. 

As much as this is great you can’t help but to wish it was his cock instead. “Could be better. I could be riding you right now.” Rafe’s eyes flutter shut and his head leans to rest on your chest. His fingers still pump into you, flicking up each time he pulls back. A zipper sound fills the room as his other hand fumbles to pull himself out. “Yeah that could be good.” His left hand pumps his cock as he tries to calm his breath. “But how bad do you need it?” Lifting his head up, he stares up at you. 

Thrusting your hips up, you try to chase the building pressure in your lower stomach. “Like if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll scream.” His movement stops for a second. If you do that then the baby will definitely wake up meaning gameover. In a desperate move he removes his fingers before replacing them with his cock. Both of his hands rake up the side of your body, gliding their way to your back. 

Your pussy clenches around him as he sits up straight and brings you along. Taking your queue, you start to rock yourself in his lap. A slow bouncing rhythm is set between you. Quiet moans fill the room as you pick up the pace. Weeks of no sex have built up the perfect tension for tonight. The sound of skin slapping against each other reaches your ears. Looking back at the baby monitor you make sure you are muted. The last thing you need is for the two way communication being on.

Turning back to face Rafe you see him leaned back with his head turned towards the ceiling. His eyes are closed and his mouth is dropped open. Based on the way his fingers are digging into your hip you know he’s close. Which is fine because you are teetering on the edge of exploding in any second. Veins in his neck start to poke out from the strain of him holding back. God you don’t know why you both waited so long. Sure things have been busy but fuck you missed this. 

“Baby.”

You’re snapped out of the sex induced haze you were sent in. Rafe is staring at you, one of his hands coming up to hold your jaw. The rough carpet is digging into your knees and the leggings barely do anything to protect the skin underneath them. “I’m gonna cum.” He lets out a deep groan. The hand that found its way into his hair feels greasy from the colored gel. The hand on your waist wraps around it dragging you in. When you move closer to him, you catch a glimpse of your stained hand. Well that will be fun to take out.

Rafe uses his grip on your jaw to shake your head lightly side to side. It’s right there. The burning sensation that consumes your very being. Both of you stare at each other drinking in the way the other looks. The tip of his thumb strokes the bottom of your lip waiting for it to open. His mouth drops open, mirroring yours as he invades your mouth with his thumb. You suck on it while you keep riding him. “Cum in me please.” The words were jumbled but he still understood what you were trying to tell him. 

The octave is a little high in your voice telling him you're also about to orgasim. Retracting his thumb, he wraps his hand around your neck to bring you in for a kiss. Electricity rockets through you as the peak of your orgasm slams into you at full force. All of your body is hyper aware of your nerves. The kiss is like adding fuel to a fire. All it does is just send you deeper into your orgasm. The arm around your waist guides your movements, keeping the moment going.

Rafe’s kisses lingers before moving along your cheek then your neck. Squelching noises come from between you as another orgasm starts to build. “Shit, gonna cum.” You nod your head too weak to really say anything. Just when you think everything is going to be too much it explodes. A hand covers your mouth to muffle your moans. Rafe on the other hand bites down hard onto your shoulder to keep himself from crying out loud. 

Heavy air filters the room as ragged breath comes from either one of you. The ache in your knees and hips tell you that it’s been a while. Carefully, Rafe maneuvers both of you so he can stand up. Slowly he lifts you off of his softening cock but doesn’t put you down. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you enjoy the short time it takes for him to get to the bathroom. The warm lighting gives the room a golden orb look compared to the green walls. With you still in his arms he starts the tub making sure the water is nice and hot.

After kissing you until the tub almost overflowed, Rafe finally set you down. He stops the water and adds lavender oil to it. Next he lights some candles before averting his attention to you. “I’ll clean up down stairs while you take a bath.” A pout forms on your lips at the thought of him leaving you. “Then I’m going to call Sarah to see when she can babysit because fuck baby I need to hear you.” He says it in a whiny voice making you blush.

You strip down and get in the tub watching as he’s leaving the room. “Pretty boy?” Without hesitation he turns back to look at you. “If you hurry maybe you’ll make it back before the water gets cold.” Even in the dim lighting you can see the way his eyes darken and gloss over. His eyes roam over you in the tub and he smirks. Just as he leaves the room he shouts out one last thing making you giggle.

“Best Halloween ever.”

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Ummmm maybe I’m just busy or not paying attention. But what do you mean Halloween is this Friday?!?!?!? I swear it was the beginning of the month last week.

So I’ve clearly been slacking. I’m trying to finish up some Halloween stuff to get it out before Friday. So look forward to some treats this week!

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My man looking fine in that suit🤤

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Sweet Escape

Pairing: Rafe x single mom reader

Summary: Moving to Kildare with your best friend and daughter was the perfect move. The little island is perfect, the people are nice, and you are finally at peace. Then Rafe comes in with his perfect smile and charm, sweeping you off your feet. The only issue is if you are ready to let someone else in.

Warnings: none really, mentions of alcohol/alcohol poisoning

Wc: 5.2K

Chapter 15: The Breaking Point

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Everything feels numb

For the past two months it’s been a constant cycle of waking up, getting ready for the day, and coming home to cry. Vi lays next to you just to cuddle you. “It’s okay mommy.” Her comforting words only make you spiral more. Everything is not okay. Nothing can stop this burning ache that settles in your chest. Or the dread you feel when you wake up once again to find out it wasn’t a dream. That you lost not only the baby you started to get excited for but the man you love.

Work is awkward to say the least. Wheezie has been coming in for less shifts. Which you know is due to her being upset with you. She won’t say it explicitly but you know she’s mad. You can’t blame her, you broke her brother’s heart. Sarah still comes in like nothing happened but you can feel her stare. She tried to talk to you but you just couldn’t go through with it.

“I know you are dealing with the loss but please talk to him.” Sarah stands in front of your desk watching as you ignore her. “He’s hurting too and you don’t have to go through this alone. Jo and I are worried about you.” There’s a name you don’t want to hear right now. Jo has been trying her hardest to help you but you know she’s upset with you too. When you told her you broke Rafe’s heart again she looked like she was ready to yell at you. Then you broke the news about the baby and everything fizzled away.

Jo keeps trying to get you to talk to Rafe or anyone and it just makes this worse. “Maybe the two of you should learn to mind your fucking business.” You wince at your tone as soon as you say it. Sarah narrows her eyes at you before continuing. “I get you are used to doing things on your own or with minimal help. But this isn’t something you can go through alone.” Your pen hovers over the order form you are trying to fill out. “I’ve seen him fucked up plenty of times and this is the worst it’s ever been. I don’t even recognize my own brother.” Her voice cracks at the end and you finally look up at her. “Jo can’t recognize you and it kills her. She might be afraid to say it but I won’t. What do you think this is doing to Vi? She keeps seeing you like a zombie and misses Rafe.”

Sarah places a card on your desk. “At least do something for her because I know you love her more than anything.” Then she left you all alone in your office, the four walls feeling like they were moving in. With shaking hands you pick up the card to see it's a therapist's business card.

Leading you to exactly where you sit now.

“That must have been very taxing. How did you cope with the trial?” You stare at the man sitting across from you. Sage green walls bring a sense of comfort along with all of the decorations. The couch you sit on is soft which is nice. “I had a lot of help. Everyone around me really helped with gathering evidence.” Dr. Nevitte nods along with your words. “But how did you cope emotionally?” Anything but this conversation would be nice. Hell at this point you would talk to Jo if it meant you didn’t have to deal with his gaze. It’s like he’s seeing through you and pulling you apart. Staring at your hands is the next best thing. 

“I don’t know.” There’s silence after your statement which means it was the wrong answer. “I never really had to think about it.I had people that let me vent about what was happening. But I guess in reality I kind of refused to dwell on what was happening.” Dr. Nevitte writes something down in his notepad before giving you a hesitant look. “Would you say it also had to do with your last relationship?”

There it is

This is the second session where he has tried to bring Rafe up. The second time where you try to avoid the subject. Only this time you are going to fail. “It seems like he had a positive effect on your life. What changed?” The yarn ruffle edge of the pillow sitting on your lamp fails to distract you. How do you even start to explain the fucked up situation you got yourself into.

“There was some stuff from his past that my ex could use against me in the court. Nothing bad and it was already disclaimed but he wasn’t above lying.” You can see him watching you and you feel like you're under a microscope. “He told me if I broke up with him, he wouldn’t bring it up.” The large clock on the wall clicks, filling in the empty space. You can’t help but to shift in your seat when Dr. Nevitte still doesn’t say anything. 

“I thought about him all the time after. I know I really broke his heart and I just keep doing it.” Something wet falls onto your hand. Reaching up to feel your cheek you realize it’s a tear. “What do you mean that you keep doing it?” Sighing you rack your brain on the best way to lay it all out. 

“I found out I was pregnant after we broke up.” The leather seat he’s sitting on squeaks as he sits forward. His eyebrows are pinched together. “When I told him he was so excited, the complete opposite of how my ex reacted. I really thought things were changing. Maybe we could get back to how things used to be.” A tissue box slides into your vision and you grab one.

“We found out I lost the baby at the first ultrasound. If you saw his face you would have thought I stabbed him.” A sob threatens to come up but you swallow it back down. Your voice is strained, threatening to break at any moment. “I couldn’t look at him knowing I ruined another thing. He was excited to be a dad and I took that from him. Knowing him he would have stayed because he felt like it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t ruin his life more than I already have.”

Tears are streaming down your face. No amount of tissues can control the flood you are letting out. “You ran.” It’s not phrased as a question. He’s simply telling you what you did as if he was there. You nod, not wanting to really speak anymore. You hate this. “It wasn’t your fault.” Another sob comes from you and you see him stand up.

Lifting your head, you watch as he rounds the table and sits down on the coffee table. He’s staring directly at you while leaning on his knees. “I know my words won’t heal the pain you are feeling. But I need you to know that it is not your fault. There is nothing you could have done to change things.” You wrap your arms tightly around the pillow and bring it to your chest. “I have a friend that deals with pregnancy and child loss. I think you would benefit from talking to her.”

His voice is soft. Not that his normal voice is rough or harsh in any way. But at this moment it’s comforting to hear. “I would still like to see you as a client. But I believe you’d benefit from talking to someone who has experienced what you have.” The two of you sit there in silence. He passes you another tissue which is quickly tossed into the trash can along with the others. “Jo thinks I tend to self-destruct at the first sign of trouble.”

Dr. Nevitte lets out a laugh and slap his hand over his mouth. “Sorry I just wasn’t expecting that.” He goes back to his chair and settles in. “I think you act like any normal human being who's been traumatized. Based on our few sessions, I can see that you’ve been deeply affected by how your parents treated you.” You scoff at that. No shit, you were just their accessory for the perfect family. “Then on the small information based on your ex, I understand why you reacted the way you did.”

“Really?”

Everyone around you has acted like you made a mistake. You did and you know that. But to everyone else they just can’t understand why you did it. They think it was a spur of the moment thing that can be easily taken back. “It’s safer to run from something that's good when all you’ve known is the bad. The saying ‘you accept the love you think you deserve’ is true. All you’ve seen of love is abuse and pain. You are lucky to have Jo and her family. But it has to be tough trying to accept love from someone new.”

The timer he sets before every session goes off. He stops it but doesn’t move to get up like he normally does. “I have a question and I don’t want to be invasive with it. But I think you need to hear it.” You shift in your seat and nod for him to continue. “Do you still love him?” His eyes feel heavy as they wait for your reply. You’re locked in a staring competition waiting for him to call the bluff. 

“Yes.”

“Then maybe you should take the risk because he’s the love you deserve.” Dr. Nevitte stands up and heads over to the door. WHen you meet him there you pause for a moment. “Do you mind sending me your friend's contact information? I was also thinking if you have a kids therapist recommendation I could get that too. I want to make sure Vi’s okay.” Dr. Nevitte gives you a smile and pats your shoulder as he opens the door. “I will send it right after my next appointment. I will see you next week.”

You say your goodbyes and leave his office building. The parking lot is full and the asshole next to you parked so close. After struggling to get in the car and out of the parking spot you are on your way. Not like you are going far because you are picking June up from her appointment. It was perfect that you had an appointment the same day. Jo took Vi which was another relief.

Parking in front of the building, you get out when you see the nurse bring June out. “Hey Junie.” The old lady smiles up at you and waves away the nurse's hand to stand up. “Jesus Christ I might be old but I can still walk.” June shuffles over to you with a disbelief look. “I swear it gets worse with every appointment.”

June holds your arm as you help her into the passenger seat. Rounding the car you get in and head home. It was a long day at the shop and you just want to relax. “How did your visit go?” You sigh at her question. Here we go again. “It was good. How did yours go?” She purses her lips before telling you it was fine. 

Most of the ride back home is silent. “I’ve supported you through a lot. I did it because I love you just as I love Jo. But I can’t keep seeing you like this. Please talk to that poor boy.” June doesn’t press further when you don’t respond. Vi was excited when you got home. In her toddler voice she tells you about her time with Jo.

From the couch Jo watches with her book in her hand. Next her Kelce sits there with a blank expression. Jo picks up her phone and looks at you. “I thought your appointment ended at six.” You shake your head and June walks by you. “That’s next week.” Without saying anythingKelce stands up and starts to pack up his things. Your heart drops for a moment. Jo looks between both of you and stops him. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?” His eyes meet yours and all you can feel is ice cold. 

“I’m not hungry.”

Jo face drops and you can’t help but to feel guilty. “I’ll take you out tomorrow to that sushi restaurant. Then we can get ice cream.” He bends down and gives her a kiss. She smiles up at him and nods. “Sounds perfect.” He walks towards the front door meaning he’s walking right to you. “Hey Kelce.” He ruffles Vi’s hair and gives her a goodbye before walking out the house.

You sigh and place Vi down. She follows you into the kitchen to continue talking about how she played with Jo. The two of you eat some pasta as Jo makes herself some chicken. She joins you for a short time before heading off to bed. Which means she’s probably calling Kelce. Vi made a mess during her bath so you’re stuck cleaning it. 

When you’re finally in bed all you can do is think about Rafe. The bed feels lonely without him here. The scent of him finally faded from the room. Even the clothes he left here don’t smell like him anymore. To make things worse Vi wants to feel like a big girl so she now sleeps in her own bed. Everyone is moving on and you’re still stuck here.

“Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

You cut too much of the Rose’s stem and put it to the side to give to Vi. Rafe sits off on the other side of the work table staring at you. His pile of peonies discarded in favor of watching you. Your cheeks heat up at the thought but you pretend that it doesn’t affect you. Picking up a new rose you trim the stem before placing it in the bouquet.  

“I never really thought about it. After having Vi I was okay with just one.” He nods and fumbles with some of the loose petals that lay on the table. “What about you?” Peaking over you see that he’s not even looking at you. There’s a soft smile on his lips that makes your stomach flutter.

“Never really saw myself with kids.” Your stomach almost drops. But the way he looks up at you doesn’t make you scared. “But I like it so I’m good with one. If you ever change your mind I’m also good with that.”

Memories of Rafe keep replaying in your mind for the past few days. Everything is filled with him. Walking down the streets near the shops or going to get lunch reminds you of him. Not to mention Wheezie won’t stop giving you those longing/hateful eyes. It’s like she doesn’t know if she’s mad at you or wants you back fully. What’s worse is that you want her to be mad at you. That way you can fully stay away.

The shop was emptier than usual today. The rows of flowers paint a vibrant scene yet the air is marked with heaviness. You and Sarah are the only ones here. Wheezie still hasn’t gotten here after school which isn’t usual. She’s normally here exactly on time. The stack of paper in front of you is stressing you out even more. You forgot to place an order so now you need to scramble to get a bunch of flowers. 

Pressing the buttons on the register you open it to count the drawer. You write down the numbers and pull aside what you will need for the order. Black ink fills in the boxes of which flowers you need. Another stack is right beside you, reminding you that you need to place so many more orders. Just then your phone buzzes. The only person that would be texting is Jo but she is out with Kelce. Looking at the device you see it was from Wheezie.

Wheezie Bee🐝

Not coming in

You reread the message and then look at the contact name. This is the first time Wheezie hasn’t come in. Your fingers type fast as your mind overthinks. Thank you for letting me know. Is everything okay? You bite your nails as you wait for her to reply. Three little dots appear before leaving your screen.

Wheezie Bee🐝

Everything is great.

There’s a deep sinking feeling in your gut. One thing about Wheezie is that she never uses punctuation. She sends multiple texts to get her point across because he refuses to use a period in texts. Most of her texts have emoji’s so you know something is up. Vi drops something in the corner of the room grabbing your attention. 

Wheezie’s message sits in the back of your brain whispering to you for the rest of the week. There’s just this deep feeling that everything isn’t okay. That the life you built here is fully gone. Everyday you do the same routine but it feels like there’s no reason anymore. Well that’s a lie you have a reason. Violet has been your reason since she was born. But for the first time since she was born you wished your life was slightly different.

“What are you thinking about?”

Sitting across from you Dr. Nevitte watches your expression. “I feel guilty.” His facial expression shifts into one of confusion. “I wish I never blew up my life because I was scared. I know I hurt people and that’s what makes me feel the most guilty.” Taking a deep breath you look off to the side.

The antique sculpture catches your eye giving a nice momentary distraction. “Violet sometimes asks about him. I thought she would just kind of move on in some way. It was stupid but I justified it as her being young so she won’t remember.” Your voice cracks and a tear rolls down your cheek. Pulling your sleeves down, you cover your hands and wipe under your eyes. 

“She misses him but she won’t show it because I always get sad when I hear his name. I took away her dad and she can’t even be sad.” Dr. Nevitte nods his head as you keep going. “What’s worse is I hurt the one man who loved the both of us. I hurt two people I love because I’m a coward.” Dr. Nevitte takes a deep breath and finally speaks. “Do you believe your actions were one of a coward? Is that what protecting your daughter is?” 

Your face scrunches up at his insinuation. “Of course not. I love Vi more than anything and I will always protect her.” He smiles at you and folds his hands over his lap. “So how are you a coward?” The question stumps you. There’s a solid for seconds where your mouth just stays open. “Maybe I could have done it a different way.” He nods along with your statement.

“Maybe you could have. But to me it looks like you did your best to protect your child. Which in most books makes you a good mother.” You look down at your hands and focus on the ticking of the clock. Something in you wants to argue but you can’t. “Have you thought about talking to him again?”

“Everyday.”

“So why don’t you try?” You glare at him but he doesn’t seem to care. Taking a deep breath you readjust yourself in your seat. “He didn’t deserve to be hurt by me. Which means I don’t deserve him anymore.” There’s a long pause as he processes your words. The look that he’s giving you isn’t one that you like. 

“Maybe it’s not up to you to decide if you are right for him. That’s a decision he needs to make on his own.” It seems like every time your session is about to end he drops some big truth bomb. Grumbling out a response you continue to look away. “What was that?” You roll your eyes and then look at him.

“I’m scared that I’m going to be right. That he realized I wasn’t worth it or he can’t forgive me for hurting him.” There’s a loud ding that echoes through the room. Dr. Nevitte holds a hand up to you and stops the timer. “Fear is inevitable in life. I’m sure you were scared when you found out you were pregnant.”

You nod in agreement. “Fear doesn’t mean you will fail. Sometimes you just need to take a leap to succeed.” You both sit there staring at each other. “I want him back.” It's the first time you’ve voiced it out loud since everything went down. “Then maybe it’s time you take a leap.”

You leave the office feeling better than you have in a while. SUre you screwed things sideways but it doesn’t matter. You know you and Rafe can get through this. Hell, you’ll even wait if that’s what it takes. The drive back to the flower shop all you can think about is how you are going to see him.

Parking your car down the street, you get out and start heading over to the shop. When you are just a few feet away from the front door you hear a familiar voice. “Thank god I thought you were closed today.” Looking up you are met with Randy’s eyes. He comes here every week to get flowers for his wife and daughter. “Missy has her recital later and I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get flowers.”

Giving him a confused look you turn to the closed sign that hangs from the door. Taking your phone out, you check to see it’s an hour after lunch. The store should be open. “Sorry that I had an appointment.” You use your keys to open the door and flip on the light switches.

The celadon walls illuminate as the lights flicker on. “No worries. I’ll be real quick I promise.” Just like he said he disappears between the rows of flowers. Looking around the shop you don’t see anyone else there. No shit the door was locked. Pulling out your phone you send a text to Sarah.

You

Hey, is everything okay? I just got back and you aren’t here.

You set your phone down on the counter and watch as Randy picks different flowers. Soon he comes up to the register and places the flowers down. You ring him up then move to wrap the bundle. “Have a great day. Tell Missy good luck for me.” Randy gives you a wave along with a nod. 

The bell rings when the door opens and closes again. Being left in the silence is grueling. You send Jo a text to see how it’s going with her and Vi. Going back to Sarah’s text thread you see that she still hasn’t answered. Chewing on your thumb, you set your phone down and give it a few more minutes.

Another thirty minutes and still no text. There’s an anxious feeling in your stomach. Like there’s something inside you trying to eat its way out. A sharp anxiety shoots through your whole body. Biting the bullet you call her.

It takes a few rings before she picks up. “Sarah.” There’s a sniffle on the other end. “Wheezie and I quit. We can’t keep doing this anymore.” Sarah is sobbing on the other side of the line. There’s a knot in your throat that is threatening to come out. “What’s wrong?” You want to hear her say it. That they only stuck around because of Rafe and didn’t know how to leave when you broke his heart. 

You knew they were trying but it finally got to the breaking point. “Rafe’s in the hospital.” She whispers it. Hoping in some way you wouldn’t hear what she said. “I just don’t think it’s good if we worked with you anymore. He needs us now.” She hangs up the phone leaving you dazed.

The room spins around you. Different species of flowers dance around the room as you try to get your bearings. Grabbing your keys you head out the shop and lock it up. You get into your car and start driving. Tears roll down your face making it hard for you to see. A horn comes from the side causing you to swerve around a car. 

Looking back you notice you ran a stop sign and almost got hit. Your heart races all the way to the hospital. All your nerves are on fire with every step you take into the large building. There are nurses running around everywhere. “Who are you here to see?” The lady at the front desk urges you forward. She taps her pen on the desk waiting for you to answer. “Umm Rafe Cameron.”

She gives you a look up and down. “Relation?” Her eyes narrow as she waits for your answer. “Fiance.” The lady writes something down and hands you a visitor sticker. You weren't sure that was going to work. If you said ex or girlfriend you knew they wouldn’t let you back there.You place it on your shirt and start towards the elevators. “He’s on the fourth floor, room 7.” The elevator ride up was nerve racking.

The metal doors slide open revealing a sterile white hallway. There is a nurses station in the middle of the floor with rooms on either side. Looking down the halls you see rows of seats lining the wall. On the right side you see Rose talking to Carl with Diane next to him. You start to make your way over to them. Diane spots you first which alerts Carl to your presence.

Both of them share a look and Carl says something to Rose. The younger lady's head pops up and whips over to look at you. Her tears are stained with tears and she looks angry. The clicking sound of heels echo the hall as Rose starts to storm over to you. “What the hell are you doing here?” You jolt back at her intense words.

The whole time you’ve known Rose she’s been nothing but kind. “I just…” She scoffs at you and stops when she's toe to toe. “He doesn’t want to see you.” Your heart breaks a little at the words. “I think it’s best if you leave. He’s been going through a lot and you being here is not going to help him.” Rose goes to walk away and you run around her to cut her off. “Is he okay?” 

That’s a dumb question to ask. He’s here in a hospital meaning he’s not okay. The look in her eyes is conflicting. Her eyes water, as if she’s debating on wanting to give you the reassurance you need or letting you suffer. But then she remembers the broken boy a few rooms over and her eyes turn cold. “No he is not okay. He was broken and then you gave him a false sense of hope just to rip it out again.” You wince at her words.

Diane starts to make her way over with her husband following closely. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” A bitter laugh comes out of the women in front of you. “Hurt him?” She mocks the way you said it. “He’s been drinking himself to death since you left him. All he can do now is drink the day away. You didn’t hurt him, you broke him.”

She takes another step closer to you. A manicured finger pokes you in the chest. "He's sitting in a hospital bed with alcohol poisoning because of you." There's a strain in her voice as if she was fighting for the words to come out.

“Rose, that isn’t fair.” Diane tries to stick up for you but Rose keeps going. “I thought you were good for him, I guess I was wrong. We don’t want to see you again, you understand. Leave Rafe the hell alone.” Rose turns around and walks away from you. A door opens and Wheezie steps out to find Rose.

Her eyes meet yours and you can sense the coldness even from a distance. Rose walks into the room leaving Wheezie standing by the door. You want to say something but are scared. She opens her mouth and mouths something towards you. “I hate you.” With that she walks into the room.

You haven’t known Wheezie to be one that hates a person. But you wouldn’t put it past her right now. Hell you don’t even blame her. Rafe finally gets his act together then here you come along and wreck all of that. You were so focused on possibly losing Vi you didn’t realize the damage you would create.

That’s a lie. You knew it would hurt him and he would shut down. But you didn’t think it would go this far. Not to the point that he’s in the hospital, at least he’s okay. Carl catches your attention and you have to question why he’s here right now. “I just have to stay clean and the judge lets me stay as Wheezie’s guardian.” Your eyes widen at the memory of Rafe explaining his guardian ship of Wheezie.

Diane and Carl stand there with you not saying anything. “Is he going to lose Wheezie because of me?” Carl walks over and places a hand on your shoulder. “His offense was for drugs. Partying a little too much isn’t going to affect that. Plus this was a check up, nothing more.” The way he says check up makes you feel like he’s paying the doctors off or something.

From what you’ve gathered from Rafe you wouldn’t be surprised. Carl walks off to go into Rafe’s room leaving just you and Diane. “He put himself in there okay. No one put those bottles in his hand.” You cry a little bit at the thought of him breaking his sobriety. “But he wouldn’t have if I didn’t hurt him.” A sob makes its way up your throat. 

Diane pulls you in and gives you a big hug. “I’ve known that boy his whole life. He may be hurting now but he’s always been strong. He’ll be okay.” You nod your head against her shoulder. “You’ll be okay too. Eventually things will work themselves out.” She pulls away and you wipe away your tears. Diane offers to walk you to your car but you decline the offer.

You want the time to yourself. The time to process the fact that Rafe is now starting over again because of how you hurt him. The silver of the metal walls are blurry. The buttons just glowing blurbs as you cry. The doors open and you step out scuffing your feet along the floors. People pass you and you don’t pay attention to where you are going. 

A gurney flies past you with a nurse completing CPR on the patient. One of the doctors bumps into you causing you to tumble. You watch as they enter swinging doors. There’s a call of your name from somewhere. Thinking you’re about to get yelled at again, you turn around. What shocks you is that it isn’t Rose that’s standing in front of you. No, it's two faces you wish you weren’t seeing here right now.

“Jo?”

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[writingroom21]

Hey everyone so sorry for being MIA. I’ve been feeling down and not really motivated to write recently. But I’m working on the next part of sweet escape and have some plans for Halloween!

So I’ll be posting soon!!

[writingroom21]

Girls On Film

pairing: pornstar!Rafe x pornstar!Reader

Summary: Running away from home to become a pornstar was never in your books. Having to move in with some asshole wan't in it either. Surely living in a house with someone you dislike can't be hard. It's just work, that's all it is. Right?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, squirting, threesome, light slapping (happens once), let me know if I missed any

Wc: 7K

A/n: Okay I tried fixing the tallest. If you are on the tallest but didn't get anything please let me know. Been trying to fix it but guess me and gas have beef

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Chapter 13: Double Fun

“Do you think we get to stay here?”

There’s only one more week before everything changes. Liz has your last video prepared. She says it’s a way to get people excited for your partnership. A way to let people know that even if you two are mostly exclusive, there will still be excitement. Which is just a fancy way of saying people will love a threesome.

“Probably not. I think they were just renting this place out.” You look around Rafe’s room soaking in every detail. Some of your books are on the dresser. The open closet door displays both of your clothes. A small symbol showing how you are intertwined. “I’m going to miss it here.” The side of the bed next to you dips a little with the movement of Rafe turning.

Tilting your head, he comes into view. His blue eyes seem stormy as he looks at you. His right hand moves a piece of hair that fell into your eyes before resting on your cheek. “You know after we move out you can stay with me. Wheezie can have my guest room which only leaves my room unfortunately.” The sly smile he has on his face makes you giggle. His right hand moves to your waist pulling you to him. Well he tries but all the blankets around you makes it hard. 

“We can always look for something bigger if that’s what you want.” You sit up not really believing what he was saying. Everytime you mentioned the inevitable end he just brushed it aside. He pretended like it meant nothing was going to change. Then here he is just casually mentioning getting a place together. “Are you serious?” He just shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Are you really asking me to move in with you?” You’re now sitting on your knees looking at him straight on. His demeanor just screams relaxed but you see in his eyes that he’s panicking. “Well we already do. Just want it to continue after we leave.” The bathroom door opens and closes meaning Wheezie is now up. The clock next to Rafe tells you it’s almost nine. 

Shit this is too early for this.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. Just thought I’d offer.” There’s a small moment where he waits for you to say something. But you don’t. With a nod he tries to get up saying he’s going to get ready. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect it.” He stops halfway up so you pull him to sit on the bed. Crawling a bit, you place yourself right next to him. “I do want to move in.”

He looks over at you, not really buying it. “I’m just surprised you still want to live with me.” His eyebrows pinch together as he scoffs. You hate that look. It’s like he’s trying to make you feel stupid. You flick him on the head before going on. “Stop staring at me like that. I mean we aren’t even together so I wasn’t expecting it.” That was not the right thing to say because his gaze switches to a bit of anger and hurt. 

One of his hands finds your hair and the other finds your things—helping you move to his lap. “Repeat that.” The edge to his voice sends a shiver down your spine. A stormy ocean stares back at you as you try to find your words. When words seem to fail you, shaking your head becomes the next best thing. Rafe tilts his head, leaning a bit closer so his nose brushes against yours. “No?” His nose brushes yours again.

“Let me make it clear because I don’t think you get it. I like you and I like living with you.” Your breathing picks up when his lips brush against yours. “So when this series ends and we move out, you’re coming to live with me.” It wasn’t a question anymore. You don’t know why you liked the fact he was just telling you but you do. 

“Well I want to anyway.”

You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him. Heavy breathing fills the room as you both get into a rhythm. His hands grip your hips, digging his nails in. The fabric of his shirt is rough when you grab it. It leaves a tingling sensation on your fingertips just enhancing your senses. Rafe nips at your bottom lip as his left hand grabs the back of your head to shove you in deeper to the kiss. 

It didn’t take long for him to start making you grind on him. The kisses started to travel, leaving light marks on the side of your neck. A light moan fills the room alerting you of what you are both doing. As if he was reading your mind, he pulls away and rests his head on yours. His breathing fills your lungs and you just exchange air for a moment. 

“Wheezie’s home.” You warn, knowing that this can’t keep going. “I know.” He takes a deep breath and stands up, carrying you to the bathroom. “Get ready. I’m taking you out.” He places you down in the bathroom entry way and slaps your ass when you walk in. There’s a gag at the end of the hallway meaning Wheezie saw it. “Gross.”

You just laugh and close the door so you can take a shower. Washing your hair gives you the perfect amount of time to overthink. Living with him now because of work is one thing. It can be written off as something you have to do because it’s in the contract. But living with him on your own, that’s a whole different story. That just means things are getting serious.

But that’s what you want.

Some water gets in your eye causing it to sting from the shampoo. “Fuck.” You whisper while viciously scrubbing your face. You finish your shower and head back to the room. Rafe switches off with you, allowing you to get dressed. You're doing your hair in the mirror by the closet when there’s a knock. “Come in.”

Wheezie pops in and closes the door behind her. “I’m going to stay at Bella’s tonight.” You nod your head then remember something. “Aren’t her parents on vacation?” She sheepishly smiles and comes up to you. Resting her head on your shoulder, she gives you a side hug. There’s something in her eyes that remind you of Rafe. 

“Come on. Like you’ve never stayed over at a friend's house with no parents.” Never. You didn’t even have friends growing up. You were the town's quick laugh. Everyone would whisper about your dad leaving or how she drank herself to numb the pain. Then they found it hilarious watching you try to rebel only to teeter on the edge of fully committing or being the perfect mold. Those little moments of being a teen felt like heaven from your reality.

Which is probably why you say something without fully thinking it through. “Fine but I want you to share your location just in case. You can tell me if you go somewhere I won't be upset. Just want to make sure I can find you if anything happens.” The teen girls squeal and hug you tightly just as the door opens. In a towel Rafe walks in observing the two of you.

“What’s all the squealing about?” He rummages through some drawers to find a shirt and pants. “Just saying that I’m going to be at Bella’s tonight.” Rafe's eyes narrow at the words. Ever since the movie night he’s had this weird obsession. Well not weird but he’s just overly worried. It doesn’t matter how much you reassure him, he’s scared that Wheezie’s going to get hurt.

“Which is perfect because you said you were taking me out.” You warn him as you finish up the last section of your hair. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror you are glad your hair is having a good day. “Yeah perfect.” He mutters as his sister waltz out the room without a care. Once the door is closed he gets dressed and roughly dries his hair with his towel. The red fabric is discarded to the floor as he makes his way behind you and kisses your shoulder and neck.

“How convenient that she’s going over as soon as their parents leave.” His eye met yours in the mirror pinning them down. Shit he knows. “Bella’s mom texted me about checking in on them but seems like Wheezie has that covered.” His words tickle as he kisses your neck before biting your shoulder. Jerking slightly you elbow him in the ribs. “They’re just down the street.”

He turns you around to face him. Grabbing your face he looks you in the eyes like he’s looking for something. When he doesn’t find it he just nods. “Fine but I’m making her share her location.” You just laugh. “Already did.” He smiles and pecks your lips. It takes a few more minutes for you to find the shoes you want and to finish getting all of your stuff. By the time you’re done he’s already waiting in the living room as Wheezie is leaving. 

“So what’s on our agenda?”

Rafe stops texting and looks up from his phone. “It’s a secret.” He winks and shuts his phone off before shoving it in his pocket. In the car he doesn’t place it in its normal spot on the mount but in the cup holders. You can hear it buzzing from time to time but you can’t see the messages. “Want me to answer for you?” He grabs his phone and tosses it in the back without looking. “Nah it’s just Jared bothering me. It’s nothing.” 

You just look out the window so he can’t see the doubt written on your face. After not hearing you respond, he looks over and grabs your hand. “You hungry?” A simple nod tells him your answer but also tells him you aren’t going to let the message thing go. Both of you have open access to each other's phones. He sometimes likes to watch tiktoks on your phone while you play games on his. Both are too proud to download the apps the other has. So it became a norm to swap phones.

He doesn’t let go of your hand for the whole ride. Familiar streets fill your view. The old pawn shop with the We Buy Gold neon sign sits on the corner you just passed. Up ahead there’s the car wash that scraped the paint off of your car. Why are you over here? Your head picks up when you see a diner come into view. Rafe’s head turns to look at you before pulling into the parking lot.

He finally lets go of you, only to get out of the car and help you out, Then he’s right back to holding your hand as you walk in. Even opening the door for you like a true gentleman. An old man behind the service window yells at you to take whatever seat you’d like. Rafe drags you to the left side of the diner and sits you down at a booth. He slides into view as he sits in front of you on the other side.

“Hi.”

Raising a brow, you give him a weird look. “Hi?” You give a small wave to sell in the confusion. A piece of paper hits his head as the little kid behind him says sorry. Without sparing a glance continues to look at you. “Do you know where we are?” Looking around you remember the first time you were here. A smile forms on your face at his scared and panicked face. “It was the day we ran into your sisters.”

The drumming of his fingers draws your attention to them. A melody of nervous chaos playing like a backtrack. “I didn’t realize how a lie would change everything.” You squirm feeling uneasy on how this is going. A waitress walks by but Rafe shakes his head while pointing to the menu. She takes the hint and walks past to help another table. 

“Do you wish things stayed the same as when we first met? You know before the whole fake dating thing,” There’s an ache in your heart at his question. Did he regret this? “No. I like the you I know now. I also…” You drift off trying to find the right words. The way he’s looking at you makes you nervous. It doesn’t help that his fingers picked up pace. Looking down at the table you take a deep breath and take a long shot. “I’m glad things changed. I like who I am with you. I like being with you.”

The drumming stopped. Not the one happening in your heart but at least he stopped tapping. One of his hands comes into view palm side up. Placing a hand in his, you look up at him. “I really like you, star. I don’t wan’t to fuck this up.” He gives your hand a squeeze and covers it with the other. “If it makes you feel better I was never good at any of this. Couldn’t have a boyfriend because of my mom so I’m scared to screw this up too.”

Bring your fingers up to his lips, he placing a kiss on them. “No more bullshitting.” His eyes stare into yours sealing the deal. “No more bullshitting.” Visibly you see his whole body relax. A weight was lifted off of him and it feels like he can breathe again. “Okay now that that’s out of the way. Let’s eat so we can go on with our day.”

He picks up the menu and scans it over. No more bullshitting is fine. No big deal that this is something serious now. No biggie that this is practically your first relationship. Internally you’re freaking out but externally you’re calm. So calm that you didn’t notice the waitress come back. She already has her notepad out to write something. You catch Rafe ordering before shutting down again.

“Two double stacks of chocolate chip pancakes with syrup on the side. Can we also get a side of home fries?” She nods and jots it down. “Drinks?”  “A chocolate milkshake and two waters please.” You stare at him with outer disbelief. “How?” You weakly point to the waitress who already left. Rafe starts drumming his fingers again. “Uh I’m probably going to mess up at times. But I want you to know that I do listen and I care.”

He puffs out a breath before continuing. “I want to be with you. Not as some ploy to please my family. But because I really like you.” Your eyes widen at the admission and water. “You said that you and your grandma would get that every weekend. I just wanted to make you happy.” Taking a deep breath you stand up. 

His eyes drop expecting you to walk away from him. They lift back up when you slide into the booth with him. “I want to be with you too. Whatever you want I’ll take.” A smile graces his face and his hand comes up to your face. “You’re my girlfriend. That’s what this is.” You smile back at him and nod. “Sounds good to me.” You kiss him for a few seconds, then pull away. 

Walking back over to the side you originally sat at, you can’t hide your smile. “So what do we do now?” Rafe smiles at the question and shrugs. “Nothing is changing, at least for me. You’ve practically been my girlfriend since you yelled at me dad.” You really can’t help the shocked expression that crosses your face. His hand reaches out for yours squeezing it.

The waitress comes back with all of your food. Taking the break, you both devour it. He talks about random stuff and asks you questions. It’s weird. You two know a lot about each other already but it’s nice getting to hear new things. Like how he broke his left wrist when he was nine from doing parkour. You can’t stop laughing, causing other customers to stare at you.

“Oh my god. You did parkour?” You laugh even harder at the thought of him jumping around on random objects. He crosses his arms over his chest and just stares at you. “Are you done now?” You wipe the tears from your eyes. Calming down, you take another deep breath. “Okay I’m done.” Then another round of laughter comes from you.

Sighing in defeat, Rafe flags down the waitress and pays the bill. She smiles at the both of you and walks away. “Did you wear the dorky safety pads?” You laugh hard again. Pain radiates in your stomach from all the laughter. He gets up and grabs your hand to drag you out of the diner. 

Once you get back to the truck all of your laughter stops. “I’m never telling you anything again.” He guides you in and rounds the truck to start it. Looking at him takes your breath away. He’s trying to look angry but you can see the slight tug at the side of his mouth. “But yes I did.” You try not to giggle and it comes out like a snicker. Collecting yourself you just nod along. 

The truck drives down the street passing all of the stores. “I’m sure you’ve done embarrassing stuff.” He pokes you, nudging you into the door. Shaking your head, you correct him. “My mom barely let me do anything. Then when I snuck out I barely did anything crazy.” He glances over at you briefly. Your eyes are focused on the building that you pass. 

“So that’s why you left?”

Looking over at him you nod. “Got tired of all of the whispers and rules. Living in a small town is a curse.” Rafe laughs and places a hand on your thigh. “Tell me about it.” He gives it a good squeeze before smoothing the skin. “Kind of why I left. I just didn’t want to see the judgement on peoples faces anymore.” He turns right to head towards the local shops. 

Finding a parking spot he parallel parks and looks at you. “At least no one here knows us.” Something about his words should make you feel sad. Sure you’ve made a small group of friends but you only trust a few people. He’s right, no one knows you. “Good thing I have you.” He leans over the center counsel to give you a kiss. Exiting the car first, he walks over to the passenger side and opens your door. 

Shopping around was nice. Rafe took you to practically every store and bought you whatever you wanted. “You really don’t have to do this.” Reasoning with him was futile. Everything went in one ear and out the other. “I held back on spoiling you this whole time. Let me enjoy this.” If this is just him warming up, you’re worried. You’re pretty sure he spent over five thousand today just buying you a whole new wardrobe. 

Just when you think you can’t carry more stuff, he rushes you into another store. Looking at the familiar floors you smile. Amelia squeals when she sees you. Her tan arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. “Fuck I’ve missed you.” You hug her to the best of your abilities, trying not to hit her with bags. “Damn how much do you get paid?” She motions to the bags and gawks. 

You blush and shake your head. “No, Rafe is having a quarter like crisis and buying me everything.” Turning to point at him, you realize he isn’t there. Looking around the store you see him talking to Danny over the necklace and ring cases. “Maybe I should get myself a sugar momma. I want to be spoiled.” Amelia fans her face at the thought. Shoving her lightly and start walking over the boys.  

“It makes sense now. Rafe’s been coming by recently.” When you reach them you see a bag on the counter. Both of the men turn to watch you both. “Hey Danny.” Brown eyes look you up and down before landing on the bags. He glances at Rafe and then back to you. “Hey, Have fun shopping?” Shrugging, you shake your head. “Nah, could’ve gotten more but wanted to leave some for others.” 

Rafe scoffs and scoops up the bag from the counter. “Yeah I find that hard to believe. I bet you begged him to stop getting you things.” Rafe smiles and grabs your hand to drag you away. You’re pretty sure he’s just trying to stop Amelia from snooping. She looks like she’s about to snatch the bag from his hands. He holds it out close to you so you can take it.

She just pouts and flips him off. When she walks past him she shoulder checks him and gives a fake shocked look. “Sorry.” Rafe flips her off and ignores her. Turning back to Danny he says goodbye. “See you later.” Danny gives a small wave before going back to his work. You get in the car and head back to the house. 

But instead of turning right to the house, he turns left. You’ve been this way once before and it’s when you dropped Wheezie off at Rafe’s apartment. Sure enough after two blocks you are staring at the tall building. He goes into the garage to park and ushers you out of the car. The elevator ride up is silent as he just taps his foot not looking at you. He’s holding all of the bags making his veins pop, almost distracting you for a moment. 

“What are we doing here?” The elevator stops at his floor and once again you are ushered out. He struggles with the door for a moment, then busts through it. “Just want to show you around.” Heading into the place you see that it’s exactly how it was last time. The blue-grey walls greet you warmly. You’d expect for them to make the room more cool yet the soft lighting warms it. 

He leads you down the hall to his room, passing like two doors and another hallway. The room is huge. It’s honestly bigger than the room at the house. His dresser is tucked in a corner next to a bookshelf. Walking over you look over the titles. “Classic literature?” He just shrugs and places the bags down. “Always really good at English. One of the only classes I excelled in.” 

You smile at the thought of him reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ in bed. “You amaze me.” There’s a faint blush that paints his cheeks rosy. He looks so pretty like this. You don’t know why some guys hate being called that. But that's exactly what he looks like when he blushes. It’s a nice moment seeing him be open in a small way. He places the jewelry bag in the middle of the bed and gestures to it.

Walking over cautiously you peak inside. There are two separate boxes. You take them both out and look at Rafe waiting for him to say something. He takes the small square box out of your hand and places it back on the bed. “Start with that one.” You open the larger box to see a dainty silver chained necklace. An R charm hangs from it catching the light. Rafe takes it out of the box and stands behind you.

Leaning down he whispers in your ear as he clasps it around your neck. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.” He moves your hair to the side and kisses your neck. Pointing to the box on the bed, he communicates for you to carry on as he keeps placing kisses. Your hands shake slightly as you bring up the ring sized box. “Relax, it's not what you’re thinking.”

Mustering up the courage, you open the box to see a blood red crystal ring staring at you. Relief rushes over knowing he wasn’t proposing. It is way too soon to even be thinking about that. Silver vines wrap around the crystal encapsulating it. Two of Rafe’s fingers pick the ring up. His other hand turns you around and grabs your left hand.

His thumb grazes your pointer finger that sits empty. Placing the ring there, he brings your hand up to give the ring a kiss. “Thought you should finally finish your collection.” He places kisses on your hand and up your arm to reach your neck. Pulling you closer, he starts to leave bruises all along your neck. “Plus I like looking at your rings when your hand is wrapped around my dick.” 

Rafe comes into view as he stands in your field of vision. “Trust me I like it when I feel your rings around my neck.”  He smirks at you and traces a finger over your pulse point. Guiding you back towards the bed he switches positions with you. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and strokes your hand. “Why don’t you show me how pretty those rings really look?” Giving him the sweetest smile you can muster you take a step closer. “What do I get in return?”

You like it when Rafe lets you be in charge in some way. Usually it’s when you’re on your knees or maybe he’ll just give you full control. No matter how small it is, you cherish it. “Be a good girl and find out.” You hum and run a finger along his chest. It rises and falls with each breath he takes. When you drop to your knees, his breathing gets harder. “Ever think that maybe you should earn me being good?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “So me spoiling you doesn’t count?” Maybe he’s right. He did spend a shit ton of money on you. Then you remember all the times he teased you beyond belief. Leaning over, you start to kiss up his left thigh. Just when you reach his hip, you move onto his right leg. Going from the knee up, you start the process all over again.

His hand twitches by his side when you unbutton his pants. The comforter bunches as he helps you to take his pants off. Rafe’s cock springs free as he kicks his pants away. Taking him in one of your hands, you began to pump him. It’s a slow pace which he’s not happy about but you continue. He keeps squirming as you slowly pump him. “Star.” He tries to move his hips but you let go of him.

“What? I’m just trying to show off my rings.” You quirk your head to the side while looking up at him. Both of your hands wrap around his dick to stroke him. “Don’t you like them?” You squeeze him, making his eyes shut. He just hums, trying so hard not to buck up into your grip.

His eyes open again when he’s about to complain about how slow you are. But you shock him by taking him deep in your throat. Rafe’s mouth drops open at the feeling. One of his hands finds the back of your head, ready to push it down. Getting off of him, you look him in the eye while taking in depth breaths. “Do they look good?”

You stroke him slowly, waiting for his answer. His jaw ticks as he looks at you. “Fucking amazing.” He finally loses his control and grabs the back of your head. Using his grip on your hair, he brings you back to his dick. He feeds it to you causing you to choke on it. “But I think I like them more when you're clawing to catch your breath.”

On cue, your hand slaps his stomach trying to get him to slow down. Gagging noises fill the room deafening your ears to anything else. You can hear Rafe mumbling something but don’t make it out. The feeling of him hitting your throat over and over again was enough to make you gag. You jump away from when a hand is placed on your shoulder. Rafe chuckles and helps you stand so you can turn around.

Standing right behind you is a shy looking Danny. His once out stretched hand finds his side as he stares back at you. “Uh hi.” Rafe’s hands rub your arms and bring you down to sit on his lap. Your skirt barely covers much so he’s practical rubbing himself on your panties. He places a kiss on the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Thought we could warm up so Liz doesn’t kill us.”

You giggle but still feel nervous at the way Danny stares at you. “I can always leave.” The dark haired man shifts his weight from side to side ready to leave. Rafe’s right hand skims up your inner thigh, lifting up your skirt to expose you. Danny’s eyes look over the pale blue panties you wear. In the middle there’s a darker patch from how wet you are. 

“Danny.”

His eyes snap up to look back at you. “You’re okay with this?” His head bobs up and down. “Yeah I am.” Your panties are pushed to the side exposing your glistening pussy to the cold air. Rafe starts to rub light circles over your clit. Danny takes a step forward and kneels before you. 

“You can touch her. I think she’s gonna like having sets of hands on her.” Danny places a hand on your right thigh, helping hold you down. Rafe removes his hand from your center so it can be replaced by Danny’s mouth. He sucks in your clit, flicking it with his tongue every so often. His fingers find your entrance and start to pump into you. Rafe’s hands pull your shirt over your head to leave you topless. His fingers pinch your nipples giving them a tug.

Danny pulls you closer to him, making you slide in Rafe’s lap. Rafe slides a hand up your chest to hold the base of your neck. “Does he feel good?” Your eyes open up to look him in the eyes. “Mhmmm.” Your head turns to look down at Danny and see Rafe filming. Of course he is. His lips find your cheek and his hand gets tighter around your neck. Danny flicks his fingers upwards, finding your g-spot perfectly.

You can help the scream you let out when your orgasm overtakes you. Rafe holds you as Danny continues to eat you out. Your body starts to shake as you’re becoming overstimulated. Danny lets up and rests his forehead on your thigh before giving it a kiss. The phone is tossed on the bed as Rafe helps you stand up. “Take the skirt off.” 

Before you could follow Rafe’s order, Danny does it for you. Based on Rafe’s smile that’s exactly what he wanted. “Why don’t you show our girl a good time.” Danny places you down on the bed and crawls over you. On the left side of you Rafe holds the phone in one hand as the other strokes himself. Shit you never thought you’d be doing this. You know Rafe’s had a few threesomes but this is new to you.

The tip of Danny’s dick teases your entrance as he stares down at you. “This okay?” You nod and he takes it as his queue to push himself in. Both of your mouths drop open when he’s fully settled in. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pumping in and out. His hands grab your waist, digging in as he pounds into you.

Rafe’s hand finds your hair to position your head back. Your eyes meet the camera and you give it a smile before winking at it. Rafe moves his fingers along your cheek and gives it a tap. Taking the hint you open your mouth so he can shove his dick in. His tip brushes against your uvula making you gag. Tears start to pool in your eyes as the tip thrust deep into your throat. 

Both of them feel so good. You feel full having them take you from both ends. Danny starts to toy with your clit giving it a pinch as Rafe pinches your nipples. The two men find a rhythm together taking turns on who pounds into you. Breathing becomes harder as Rafe thrust deeper into your throat. 

The tips of his finger tips trail along your breast and collar bone to hold your throat. Giving it a squeeze, he restricts your air flow and feels his thrusts. You hollow your cheeks, doing your best to suck him off in your position. His hold on your neck doesn’t loosen up,if anything it gets impossibly tight.

“Look at you choking on my dick as he fucks you.” Rafe’s voice is deep, rough, with a thick layer of lust. “How good does he feel?” He disconnects himself from your mouth allowing you to gulp down air. Your chest heaves as you suck in every molecule of oxygen. When you take too long to answer, Rafe slaps your cheek. The motion causes you to clench around Danny, who moans at the feeling.

“So good.”

Your voice is raspy from the brutal intrusion your throat just faced. Rafe’s fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. Well actually the camera as he focuses it on you. “Fuck Danny just like that.” The second man is losing his mind slowly. When he agreed to this, he didn’t imagine it would be this taxing. Every drag of his cock is pushing him towards release.

His hand snakes up your thigh to find your clit before rubbing it. “She likes her clit slapped too. Makes her pretty pussy gush.” You and Danny both moan at his choice of words. Taking the advice, Danny slams his hand down directly on your clit. Your body thrashes a bit. Just like Rafe said, you gush.

“Shit.” Rafe slips his dick right back into your mouth.​​ Taking the open invite to keep fucking it. The phone is propped up somewhere letting Rafe use both of his hands. They start exploring your body again. Giving your nipple a twist and tug to get a reaction out of you. “She’s fucking soaked man. Bet you like getting spit roasted.” You moan around Rafe’s dick not expecting that sentence to leave Danny’s mouth. 

You try to moan but only end up choking on Rafe. He pulls back to let you catch your breath again. Then he moves. Your eyes track his movement to see him settling by Danny. Seeing the two men near your pussy makes you flutter around Danny’s dick. His strokes are starting to become uneven the more your gummy walls constrict around him. All of a sudden your bottom half is lifted in the air.

The new angle lines up your g-spot perfectly. The assault causes you to let out a scream. “That’s it. Keep that angle and just watch.” You stare at how Rafe is just watching over Danny’s shoulder. The closeness of both of them sort of throws you off. That mixed with the way Danny’s cock plays with your g-spot as his fingers work your clit, has you a mess.

It only took a few more thrust to send you over the edge with a bang. You start gushing around his dick slowly before a waterfall soaks him. Danny slightly jumps back and Rafe has to stop him from going any further. “Keep going. Once she gets started it's hard for it to stop.” The lower half of your body is dropped back on the bed.

Danny invades your field of vision as he lays over you as he keeps thrusting. His right hand is still rubbing your clit but the left hand strokes the side of your face. “Gonna soak me again, baby?” He kisses your shoulder and whispers in your ear. “Come on. I’m sure Rafe would like the show. Loving how much of a dirty slut you are.” You moan loudly as you squirt again.

Your body shakes in Danny's hold. Everything is buzzing that you don’t feel him pull out and cum all over your lower stomach and pussy. As the last strings of his cum fall, you come back to it. Looking down you see a mess all over yourself. Danny is sitting back on his knees just staring down at you, while Rafe just rubs his shoulders. “Did a good job Danny boy.”

A blush graces Danny’s cheeks before it is quickly replaced. “Thanks.” Rafe is staring down at you with a lazy smile. He knows how much you love getting fucked. But this isn’t over and there’s still one more thing he can give you. Taking one of your hands, he slowly pulls you up. You whine in protest but it falls onto deaf ears. “Shh stop the whining or we’re done.” That shuts you up real quick. You and Rafe swap places before he’s dragging onto his lap.

You hover over his lap not knowing if you should sit there or not. “Look at you being a little masterpiece.” His fingers start to run over the cum dripping down you, collecting it on his fingers. Using the cum as  lube to stroke himself. “Come on, star. I know you know what you need to be doing right now.” Shuffling a bit you get closer to him. Taking a hold of your hand you guide him to your entrance and sink down. “There you go. Such a beautiful star.” 

Your mouth drops open when you bottom out. It's hard enough taking him, but in this position it’s worse. He reaches deeper in you and stretches you out more like this. Slowly you lift your hips and slam them back down. Rafe puts his hands behind his head watching the show you put on for him. Planting his feet on the bed, he hits deeper every time you slam down.

He knows it’s too much. That at any moment you will fall on top of him just so he can finish fucking you. But that’s not what he wants tonight. He wants to see you struggle to take him. Struggle to deal with the over stimulation of having him and Danny. There’s a large smug smile on his face as you start to tremble. Your thighs are shaking to the point you can barely lift up.

Danny’s fingers graze your spine, causing you to jolt. “Why don’t you help our girl.” Rafe head cocks to the side looking at you. “Looks like she can’t even ride dick.” You moan at the slight embarrassment you feel. “Shut up.” It is weak. There’s no edge to your voice which only makes Rafe laugh more. Danny’s hands find your waist, lifting and dropping you on Rafe’s dick.

Then Rafe’s hands are on your tits squeezing. Having both of their hands on you was the catalyst that sent you over the edge. You thrash in their arms as they just use you. Both of them move you around like their own personal sex doll. Your head is so fuzzy you don’t realize you were moved around. Or that they started back up again just to rip another orgasm from you.

When they finally finish, the sheets are soaked. You are laid belly down barely able to breath from how exhausted you are. You feel one of them move you to your back before a glass of water is placed on your lips. You chug the glass like it’s a life line. Each movement causes you to be pulled deeper into the sleep that calls you. Warm water hits your head making you look around. 

Danny stands in front of you, washing your body with no Rafe to be in sight. “Where’s-” You don’t really say anything else. As if the process of speaking was too much. “He’s changing the sheets and cleaning up. He’ll be here soon.” Just like you summoned him, Rafe walks into the bathroom and joins the both of you in the shower. You watch as they take care of you. 

The three of you move in silence until you are back in bed. Danny collects his things as Rafe makes sure you have water and a snack on your nightstand. “You can stay if you want. I have a guest bedroom.” Danny shakes his head at the invite. “No offense dude but being here to fuck was enough.” They both laugh and do some handshake you’ve never seen. They are so friends.

Once Danny is gone, Rafe climbs into bed next to you. You can feel him staring so you open your eyes. “How do you feel?” His fingers caress your face with such a softness. “Good, amazing, fantastic, etc.” You could go one but you just want to close your eyes. “Star.” Your eyes open again to see that he got closer. “You’re still cool with all of this, right? We can always tell Liz it’s just us.” Leaning over, you kiss him on the lips. “I’m more than okay with it. As long as I have you.” He smiles when you pull back and pulls you to his side.

“You’ve got me, trust.”

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Rafe_Cameron has posted a new video

Spam_15: Fuck what I would give to get some of that

f*ckme_silly: Now that’s a trip to Paris that I need. Bet I could swallow them better

→ Rafe_Cameron: In your dreams. My star is a goddess with head

Bethy: Good to see you still aren’t serious with your playthings

Rocket: Damn I know that’s some fire pussy. Look at how much she leaks when getting sucked right

→ Rafe_Cameron: Best pussy I’ve ever had

Maisy_Day: Mhmmm watching this made me horny again. Come back to bed

→coming🏃

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