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Let Me In, To Your Heart

Summary: if there was one thing that Mindy taught her brother Chad, she taught him that the number one rule to surviving a horror film was to never ever have sex …. but damn you looked so perfect laying on the bed spread open for him.

Warnings: 18+, heavy mentions of sex, sexual but not smutty, mentions sucking nipples, cursing, blood & gore

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x black!reader, Chad Meeks-Martin x female!reader

Highlights the song “Me and Your Mama” by Childish Gambino.

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“I remember when you got me that record.” You smiled up at your boyfriend, Chad, who gently placed the black vinyl onto your record player. Awaken, My Love by Childish Gambino seemed to be the mood for the evening as you both tried being in better spirits.

There was something bittersweet plaguing the air between you two, matter of fact, the entire apartment. Chad had stayed over plenty of nights before this, on purpose and sometimes by accident due to late night movies or studying for Chem finals together. But this “sleepover” of sorts was different, it was forced.

Ghostface was back and whoever it was, wasn’t fucking around.

First it started when Jason and Greg from Film Studies were killed, the killer leaving behind a Ghostface mask and Sam’s drivers license for police to find. Then it was that call from Richie, Sam’s dead ex who apparently had cell service from beyond the grave. And finally when Sam and Tara were attacked at the bodega around the corner, the older Carpenter had had enough of the fucking games.

Do what you want, I’m telling you

Sam made it mandatory that everyone within your friend group stay at you guys’ apartment, safety in numbers and all that. The only exception being Ethan who had an Econ study group that he couldn’t get out of.

Chad took a seat on the fluffy comforter. “To be fair, it was also for my benefit too … I love this album.” He chuckled, patting his lap for you to sit on.

Not as a comfort for you, but for him. Woodsboro had messed with his mind rightfully so. He was never the type to have anxiety or panic attacks until the events of last year that landed him in the hospital and heaps of therapy. While you may not have been part of the “Core 4” as he liked to call it, you still knew in detail what happened to Sam, Chad, Tara, and Mindy.

Mostly because Mindy interrogated you for two hours when she found out her twin brother asked you on a date. Didn’t matter that you were roommates with Sam and Tara, she needed to know you in depth for her own peace of mind. She had to be careful, and you understood that, answering all of her questions and giving her access to whatever social media accounts or text messages within reason. You couldn’t imagine the pain they had all been through and just wanted to help put their minds at ease.

Plus, you really liked Chad, he seemed worth the effort.

They wanna see us fallin’ apart

Wrapping your silk robe around your body, you cuddled into your boyfriends arms. Resting your head in the crook of his neck and listening to his heart beating rapidly. “I really wish I could do something about all of this.” You whispered to him, placing a kiss on his neck.

“Oh yeah?” He replied. “What are you gonna do, huh? Fight them?” Chad joked, playfully shadow boxing before wrapping his arms around your torso.

You nodded. “Man if I see that fucker I’m kicking them in the balls!” You laughed, trying to get a smile on his face. “Or the tits … or both I don’t know. I’ll try something and see what lands.” A soft hand caressed your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. Just like that his smile was gone. “No, but, seriously. I know I’ll never understand what happened to you and it’s painful for me to see you this way and not be able to help or protect you, Baby.”

Let me in, to your heart

“It isn’t your job to protect me, Y/N.” Chad counters. “I’m responsible for you. I have to make sure that you make it home to your family when the years over in one piece and not a … not a body bag or an urn.”

All at once it’s like the Earth stopped. Chad’s fears, his anxieties, it all just clicked for you in a flashing moment.

“You think what happened to Liv is going to happen to me …” You trailed off quietly, watching his eyes get glossy for a brief second. He’s mentioned Liv once or twice to you before when telling you the trauma he’s been through. How because of that loss he has triggers and multiple reasons why he needs your location on at all times. “Chad, that was not your fault.”

“But—”

You put a gentle finger to his lips. “But nothing.” You shook your head, standing up from his lap and facing him directly. “The people who were responsible for that, are dead now, they’re gone. You did everything in your power to help her, okay baby? Try to not beat yourself up about that.”

This is the end of us, sleepin’ with the moon and the stars

With care, you placed your hand at the back of his neck. Pulling him in for a quick kiss to try and settle his nerves and bring him comfort. What was supposed to be a short moment turned into something more as Chad pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss.

His large hands were attached to your bare hips, robe open and exposing your lingerie you picked out for bed. You kept the sexy pieces from Savage X Fenty in a special drawer for when your boyfriend came over, tonight seeming like a good night to lift his spirits with peek-a-boo bras and garter sets.

I really love you, girl

“Can you just be with me?” He asked quietly when he broke the kiss. “I need you close, Babygirl.”

Girl, you really got a hold on me

You nodded, climbing on top of your boyfriend and throwing the robe to the side of your bed. In one fell swoope, Chad’s shirt had been removed, exposing his toned body that you could never stop staring at. Even after five months of being together he was still so fine to you. It’s like you were seeing him for the first time.

So this isn’t just puppy love

While you were distracted, Chad swept you underneath him, switching your positions immediately. His eyes were swimming all over your body, drinking you in as if you were a figment of his imagination that would fade soon. He wanted to remember every single detail as if he hadn’t been exploring your body for months.

His fingertips floated over your bra straps, shimmying them down and out of his way so he could kiss your collarbones and shoulder blades. You were perfect to him, which is why part of him felt guilty for dragging you into this. It would only be a matter of time before Ghostface came for you simply because you were linked to him.

He just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

One of your best bras, Chad’s favorite actually, was thrown to the floor. His fingers hooked the string of your thong and began peeling it off of your skin when a loud bang came from the other side of the door. His mouth hovered over your nipple, flicking it with his tongue, before accidentally biting it after being startled.

“Fu—” you started to say, Chad covering your mouth before you could scream in pain.

With fearful eyes he tried to soothe you. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, it’s my stupid sisters fault.”

“Sex is a big no-no!” Mindy shouted from behind the door. “If you guys wanna make it through the night take a cold shower, Chad, and sleep out here with us. I get Y/N’s hot but let’s exercise some self control here.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “I am a grown man and …. did you just say my girlfriend is hot? What the hell, Mindy?” You boyfriend furrowed his brows in annoyance and disbelief.

“Duh! And she knows she is.” The other twin retorted.

“It’s true.” You shrugged. “Thanks, Mindy.” You hollered before turning to your boyfriend. “You almost bit my fucking nipple off, genius.” You hit him on the shoulder.

Chad shook his head, too many questions running through his mind about the entire exchange he just witnessed but he decided to ignore it for now. “Oh shut up and just kiss me. So we can finish what we started.”

A loud bang came from the room behind yours, Quinn’s room, and it didn’t sound like the banging you heard earlier this week or even last night. “Oh fuck.” You huffed.

Chad glanced at you, realization and then fear present in his eyes. A blood curdling scream rang throughout the apartment. You shot up from your bed, rummaging around for clothes to quickly put on. The banging was louder and louder as something … no, someone, was trying to break down the connecting door that luckily was locked.

“Grab something, Y/N, hurry!” Chad screamed. Throwing on his burgundy tee over his body before turning to you. He grabbed his Blackmore University sweatshirt and threw it at you. “Put this on, come on.” He rushed.

You threw his hoodie on, grabbing some dirty Omega Beta Zeta sweat-shorts from your hamper and jumping into them. The door burst open and flew off of the hinges. The black robed demon that haunted Chad’s dreams had returned and was merely a few feet behind you.

In tears and terror you yelped. Thinking quick on your feet you jumped on top of your bed and avoided a knife in your shoulder.

“Babe!” Chad screamed.

You grabbed your bedside lamp made of heavy pink salt, thank you to your aunt who worked at an apothecary shop, ripping it from its plug and throwing it at the Ghostface killer. It hit the murderer in their head, knocking them down temporarily.

Chad grabbed your arm violently, yanking you in his direction to safety and to find the others to warn them. If they hadn’t already heard the commotion in your room. Just when he thought you were in the clear for now, you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Ghostface lunged for you, stabbing you through your thigh before you could jump off of your bed—and twisting the knife. You slipped off of your comforter and landed on the floor with a thud. The wind being knocked out of you and you couldn’t speak.

Dark red, nearly black, blood was oozing out of your wound and getting into every crevice in your bedroom. Chad scooped you up without a second thought. “It’s gonna be okay.” He assured you and assured himself. He would protect you, what happened to Liv wouldn’t happen to you. It couldn’t.

He couldn’t experience this again.

Chad held you like a baby while you cried. Curled into his chest all you could do was smell the blood dripping from your leg and onto his clothes. “Run!” Chad called out to everyone.

The living room was emptied out. Everyone scattering as they heard the attacks and his cries. Chad made a straight shot for the door with Tara following close behind. Accidentally leaving her sister and the others who decided to barricade themselves in Sam’s room as Ghostface ran after them.

“Where is she hurt?” Tara asked, running down the steps with her friends, trying to not slip on the blood pooling.

You took a deep breath. “It’s … it’s my leg.” You forced an answer. Trying to stay awake but you felt so fucking tired. “Bastard stabbed me through my thigh.”

“Hey!” Chad said, stepping down the last stair before the main lobby. “Hey, baby, you gotta stay with me okay?!”

“We can’t …. we can’t leave them.” You whispered. Leaning into Chad’s chest and your eyes fluttering closed before he woke you up.

Your boyfriend ran out of the apartment building, looking around him to remember which block the nearest emergency room was. “Right now you’re my priority. As soon as we get you to the hospital we can call the police.”

You looked at Tara, tears streaming down her face and traces of mascara rubbed beneath her eyes. She looked terrified, she was terrified. For her sister, for her friends, and of course for you. You hadn’t gone through Woodsboro but now, now you’d begin to fully understand what had happened to your friends.

Tara nodded in agreement, trying to give you a small smile but it was pained. It was fake. You laid into Chad and just allowed yourself to feel everything you were feeling. Wondering if you’d be running from Ghostface for the rest of your life or if your injuries would be fatal.

Only time would tell in this fucked up franchise.

#reblogging because we need to spread the Chad love #chad meeks martin #scream

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milkyway-writes · 1 year

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This is def on brand

ultraviolence with chad meeks martin 🤭🤭

i’ll do sfw + nsfw !!

(chad meeks-martin x implied!fem!reader)

nsfw hc’s under the cut (18+)

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• protein. protein. protein. he loves those powdery protein gym shakes and when y’all go to smoothie shacks he asks for the powder !! he eats so much chicken, nuts, sushi and sandwiches it’s insane. one time you even saw him drink an egg because he saw somewhere online that it’s healthy.

• some dairy actually makes him feel sick, like too much ice cream, yogurt or milk makes him nauseous. visibly gags when he sees ethan gulping milk from the carton.

• unfortunately, he’s a slow walker. you think he just does it to annoy everyone, but he’s honestly just a slow walker 😭

• lovessss holding hands. constantly takes pics of you holding hands, on dates he takes pics of you holding hands across the table, his lock screen is literally a pic of you holding hands. e.g.

• sassy boi. idc. he literally has the best and funniest comebacks to everything and when he gets a little angry it’s kinda funny because he makes that ‘white mom face’ where his lips purse 😭

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• sex god omfg !! is able to throw you around and his muscles oml, the way they strain sometimes like his thighs or his biceps is just 🤌🏼🤌🏼

• he likes a little fire sometimes, when you challenge him, getting rougher with him or you tease him in a way that makes him work for it he just thinks it’s so sexy.

• he never wears a shirt, like ever, but when he does, he takes it off like with one hand over his head and pulls it off, y’know and sometimes if you’re laying below him he’ll take your hands and drag them down his abs and smirk as he leans down to kiss you (the girls that get it, get it. 😩)

• he’s so fucking good with his fingers and tongue, especially his fingers !! the way he curls them at just the right angle omfg !

• has a full body mirror and takes pictures whilst fucking you 😔

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader

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milkyway-writes · 1 year

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i swear he’s the hottest and cutest person alive

#this man is so fine #drew starkey

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milkyway-writes · 1 year

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Don’t Say Love || Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: you notice Rafe is different in the mornings, softer in someways. Definitely not in others

word count: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ smut, wouldn’t consider anything in here a OBX3 spoiler

author’s note: this one’s pretty short and sweet. enjoy :)

Propped up only by my own elbow and a tangle of his limbs, I caress his timelessly drawn face. There's a half smile underneath my fingers, and I pass my index finger over his mouth. My finger ventures past his lips, pushing them aside to reveal glossy white teeth. Rafe reels his head back slightly as to ward off my ridiculous ministrations.

"What are you doing?" His tone verges on the rhetorical side, obviously possessing little interest in entertaining whatever I'm up to but willing to amuse me for now. It's the least he could do after being inside me just a few hours ago.

Nevertheless, I am relentless, as with all things in life and when he returns to my reach, rather than answering him, I pursue my venture again. This time he allows it, his lip curling upwards to indulge me further. My finger runs along the slick gloss of his pearly teeth — teeth that have both scraped along the tender skin of my throat and aligned on occasion to remind me of just what made him so attractive. I rather adored his pristinely bleached smile and it's viscous canines.

"I love you," I whisper to him. It means no more than the obscenities that I moaned into his mouth last night as he ground his hips into me. It's not a dramatic proclamation of my affection for him, nor a confession in the slightest. I just—I like him. I like him differently than I have ever liked anyone else.

He breaks into a smile and scoffs, almost laughing as he falls backs onto the mattress. "Don't say that," he admonishes gently.

I bite the bottom of my lip to keep from laughing myself. This whole thing was ridiculous. Turning to catch his gaze again, we smile at each other, lips pressed together to convey what we won't say out loud. Something inside me knows he won't be this way tomorrow. He won't share this same look with me, won't be this gentle or placid again.

The thing is, I would go all in if he let me. Would place all my cards on the table if he said he wanted me to. He needs a four? Sure, I've got a four. What else? I would willingly give him everything.

Laying in his bed together the morning after a party is an occurrence that has become more and more common over the past month. Admittedly a welcome one. We're not a item, probably never will be, but it's nice to think that he's mine for now.

With Rafe, things between us are so utterly simple. I don't think I've ever had so much fun with one person. And it's not even that he's so entirely special or even the love of my life. He's cocky and charming and a bit of a jerk at times, but I like that about him.

Sometimes, while we're laying in the darkness together, he tells me that if he had grown up differently he would be less of a nervous wreck and more honest. I tell him that I grew up mostly alone, in a small little house with my alcohol obsessed father, who was still growing up himself when he became a dad. That nothing was ever enough, but how was I supposed to know the difference? I tell him that his family is alright because at least he has siblings and a father who loves him, even if that love is questionable.

He smiles softly and pulls my hand away from his mouth, kissing the palm of it tenderly. His lips grace the inside of my wrist and warmth spreads through my naked body. I slip my leg over his waist, pulling myself on top of him. The white sheets that have been doing very little to cover our bareness slip further down my waist — I am sure much to his enjoyment. His broad chest expands as he breathes in, and I watch the steady rise and fall of it.

"Quit doing that."

"Doing what?" he asks, his voice still gruff with sleep, wondering what I could possibly be on about this time.

"That panty-dropping smile. It's ridiculous."

Twinkling, his blue eyes gaze up at me, as if storing the image of me to his memory. His billowy white shirt is barley enough to cover the top of my thighs from where I'm straddled over him, pining his hips to the plush mattress. The light coming in from the early morning sun seeps in through the curtains, slowly swallowing everything in his bedroom whole and washing us in gold.

"It worked, didn't it?" he chuffs, lazily sliding a warm palm up my bare thigh. Timidly, he hooks a finger on the edge of the sheet bunched around my waist and tugs it back slightly. Without an ounce of shame, his eyes dip down to indulge in my bareness. "God, you're so fucking sexy," he groans, his head falling back onto the pillow for dramatic effect.

Laughing, I lean down to kiss his puffy lips, and he graciously meets me part of the way. I pull away to press my lips to his chin, and then his jaw, and then his collar bone, spending no more time on the next than the first until I reach his shoulder. This time, I kiss the firm muscle there, lingering to drag my nose along his skin. His scent engulfs me – manly, with the lingering traces of expensive cologne and the musk of sex.

With all the tenderness that I can muster, I attach my lips to the hollow of his throat, close my eyes and breathe him in. I want to remember him. All of him. My tongue smooths across his salty skin, working to soothe the already bruising flesh. Beside my ear, the swallow of his throat echos clearly, but he doesn't budge beneath me. His skin tastes salty and raw, unsullied by the usual cleanly redolence of woody soap and washing detergent. I continue to suck until his taste is tinged coppery, and only then do I release him. The imprint remains after I pull away, the impression red and tender on his throat.

There, in the bruising flesh of his skin, is my only claim to him.

In a way, it is impressive — his charisma. He is so good at giving me nothing at all and making me feel as though I have everything. He breathes my name and it sounds like his religion. I'm an atheist, truthfully, but I have come to believe that religion is mostly subjective anyhow. I'm certain the golden cross around Rafe's neck means very little to him.

His jaw cracks open in a yawn, revealing pink gums and pearly teeth again as he reaches his arms over his head and flexes his legs beneath me. I reach out to graze my knuckles along his jaw, reveling in the barely there bristles and the way the sun catches on them, turning blonde to gold. In the morning light, his eyes shine wet with a combination of bleary affection and sleep.

After stretching his body into wakefulness, Rafe grabs my face in his large hands and draws me towards him, kissing my forehead, then my nose, and then the corners of my mouth. His thumbs caress my cheekbones, petting aside lose strands of hair.

"I've got some things to take care of today," he informs me vaguely while gently removing me from the entanglement of his body. Suddenly he's not underneath me anymore, and I'm left on his pristine mattress alone.

It's my turn to stare as he shuffles around the room. Smiling smugly to myself, I watch as he tugs on a fresh pair of boxers from the floor, the material fitting snuggly around him.

"Yeah?" I hum, trying not to sound too disappointed. "What kinds of things?" I really don't care, just want to ask him to stay a while longer, but I'm not sure I should push my luck.

"Family stuff," he answers mindlessly, effectively putting a stop the the conversation as he turns away. His retreating back gives me a perfect display of his sinewy body as he walks into the connecting bathroom. I wait, listening to the sound of water splash into the sink and Rafe brushing his teeth before I muster up the will to get out of his warm bed.

The title is cold against my bare feet, and I whine at the unpleasantness of the sensation. Immediately seeking the comfort of Rafe's warmth again, I curl around him from behind, my face pressed into his neck. He hums from around his toothbrush, one palm leant against the counter as he scrubs with the other.

Presented with the opportunity in which both of his hands are occupied, my own hand that is splayed across his stomach slides downwards. His blue eyes flicker up to mine in the reflection of the mirror. Teasingly, I cup my hand to palm his crotch.

He's already hard, straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. His nostrils flare, toothbrush still in his mouth as my hand slides back up, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers, warming to his skin.

Rafe dips down to the sink to spit and rinse his mouth before straightening, both palms gripping the counter. His chest heaves, muscles sliding over his ribs when I take him in my hand. He's heavy and throbbing. There is nothing deceiving about what's being concealed within the confines of his pants.

"You gotta go?" I ask softly, kissing between his tensed shoulder blades as my thumb swipes over his weeping tip. His hips stutter into my hand at the motion.

Rafe swallows heavy, head dipped down as he shakes it. "No, no," he dismisses, his voice thick. He clears his throat. "If you stop now I'll never get that thing tucked into my pants."

I nearly laugh against his back, pressing my lips against his impossibly warm skin again. His blue eyes narrow at me jadedly through the mirror. Not funny, is what that look means.

I pump him lazily a few times, twisting my wrist as my hand slides up and down his shaft. He's already slick with precum and likely very close to coming. There's an a large portion of it already leaking through the front of his navy blue boxers.

"Fuuuuck, baby," he moans, tucking his nose into his shoulder to get a grip on himself. "Jesus—fuck me."

With a whimper that's a dignified as he can muster, his body jerks when I rub my thumb over the swollen pink head. He's breathing hard at this point, trying to breathe and restrain himself at the same time. He won't let go until I say so.

"Good boy," I murmur softly, my lips attached to his shoulder, the top of his spine — the spine that I'm noticing is becoming less and less ridged with each passing week. With his dad off in Guadeloupe, his posture has lost the intensity that it usually carries. His brow has softened too, and he smiles a bit more often.

“You're a good boy, Rafe," I repeat. He is. He's good to me. He can be a good guy when he wants to be. I think people are so focused on this preconceived idea of him that he just goes with it rather than fighting it.

He whines, with his eyes closed, jaw slack, and head hanging down. I change the pace, alternating between pumping him until he's clinging to the sink and going so slow that his hips buck up into my fist, chasing what I won't give him.

"Please, (y/n)," he finally asks, his voice strained as he pants.

I hum, my body lounging nonchalantly against his back, admiring his ability to keep his composure for so long. He's beautiful like this, golden skin flushed red, chest heaving. So much to be trusted with in my hands.

The moment I give him the okay, he's spilling into my hand, his hot release dripping down my fingers and I'm sure the front of his boxers. He sags against the sink, body limp and boneless as the high of his orgasm fades away.

Smiling privately to myself at his sudden lethargy, I draw my hand away as he gathers himself. There's a crumpled towel on the floor that I use to wipe my hand. I’m not entirely sure it was clean in the first place.

Rafe nabs it from me when I’m done and uses it to clean himself up as well. Then, as if he was not doubled over, receiving a handjob against the sink moments before, he splashes cold water on his face and slips out of the bathroom. Through the doorway, I can see him opening and closing drawers as he searches for clothes.

"Very dignified," I hum watching him tug his pants on out of the corner of my eye. "Coming in your boxers."

"Shut up."

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Tease

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Pogue Reader

Warnings: language, smut

Summary: a game with Rafe doesn't end the way you planned, but a little fun never hurt anyone. It's just a question of who breaks first

Rafe was regretting agreeing to this stupid plan of yours right about now. Being a pogue and dating Rafe meant lots of sneaking around from everyone to avoid getting caught. It had been about two weeks since the last time you were able to see each other and the both of you were extremely needy, you being the tease you are suggested a fun game. See who broke first while you made him watch you touch yourself. If he won, you had to tell the others about your secret relationship and if you won then the relationship would continue being secret and you could have total control over him for a day. The only rule being he wasn't allowed to touch you.

Which is how you ended up here, Rafe sitting in a chair in front of you while you were on the bed, your legs spread apart. Your fingers lightly traced the circumference of your breasts but you made sure to not give your nipples any attention just yet. Rafe's breathing was heavy as he bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. Watching you slowly tease your breasts while you were right there yet not being allowed to do anything was torture and it took everything in him to not say ‘fuck it’ and have his way with you.

“What's wrong Rafe? You look like something is bothering you” you cooed with a tilt of your head. You could visibly see what was wrong but that wasn't going to stop you from having a little bit of fun with him.

“You just look so fucking good right now baby” he let out a groan before continuing “I just wish I could touch you right now, all this teasing is driving me crazy”.

“Is that right? Why don't you tell me what you'd do to me if you were allowed” you give him a small smirk as he straightens up and leans in closer to the bed.

“I'd make sure to pay attention to every last inch of your body, taking my time to get you nice and aroused, until you were begging me to ruin you with my cock” his voice was husky and that dumb smirk on his face wasn't helping.

“And I'm the tease?” you huff, your legs clenching together automatically as if they were programmed to do so.

“Well darling”, he pauses for a moment to stand up, “last I checked, you're the one laying on your back, legs spread apart and that glistening cunt on full display for me to see. Spread them back open and let me see you fuck yourself” you did as he said, this time spreading them even further apart. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, he was supposed to break not the other way around.

You watched him walk over and take up the empty space in the bed next to you. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest as he brought his mouth down to your nipples and blew. The cool air from his breath caused your nipples to harden and your body to erupt in goosebumps. Your back involuntarily arched, your breasts moving closer to his mouth. This was proving to be much harder than you originally thought.

“You sure you can do this baby? You seem to be struggling quite a bit” he chuckled and you wanted nothing more than to slap that stupid smug tone out of him, but you knew he was right. You would never tell him that but…it was true.

“I can do it” your voice betraying you as it came out in a small whisper.

“Yeah? Because all you have to do is give me the word and I'll take over. Kiss you all over and watch as you desperately grind your pretty cunt against my thigh until you're making a huge mess, crying and begging me to fuck you” fuck, how was he so good at this? You bit back a moan and shook your head.

“I can do it” you mustered up as much confidence as you could.

“Then fucking show me” his breath tickled your ear before he walked back to his seat in front of the bed.

You let out a shaky breath, suddenly feeling much more shy, as you dragged one hand down to your aching core. You were soaked but you knew that sliding your fingers inside yourself was too easy. Rafe's eyes were burning holes into you as he watched you in anticipation.

You gave him a small smirk and moved your fingers to circle your clit. You threw your head back and let out a small moan from the feeling. You needed this so badly that it hurt and now you were finally relieving it yourself while your boyfriend watched. Rafe let out a loud groan at the sight of you.

“Fuck baby, slide your finger inside. I need to see how bad you want me” and you did, he watched as one of your fingers slowly disappeared inside your cunt. His cock was so hard by now and he wanted to just fuck your until you couldn't take it anymore, but he was determined to see you break first.

The low moans coming from Rafe motivated you to add another finger. Slowly you pumped them in and out, curling them at just the right angle to hit your g spot each time. The muscles in your stomach contracted, your orgasm quickly approaching. Your moans turned into a string of whimpers as you quickened the pace of your fingers.

“That's right baby, just like that. Make a mess on your fingers for me” he panted.

You felt yourself clenching around your fingers and your back arching off the bed, your orgasm taking over your body. A few moments had passed and you returned to your original position on the bed. You perched yourself up on your elbows before moving to put one finger in your mouth, slowly sucking it clean and maintaining eye contact.

“Let me taste you, please? I need to taste you” Rafe begged, his voice breaking between words.

“Hmmm….no” you said, sucking your other finger clean while smiling in satisfaction, watching as he threw his head back with a groan.

You closed your eyes to catch your breath, brows furrowing in confusion when you heard your bedside drawer being opened. They shot open when you felt the bed dip in front of you. Rafe was sitting there with your vibrator in hand and a wild look in his eyes.

“You didn't think our little game was over did you princess? Neither of us lost, now it's my turn to play” he switched it on the lowest setting, the small hum from the toy filled the room.

“T-that's cheating” there was no way you'd last if he was in control of your toy.

“You just said I couldn't touch you, you never said anything about using your toy on you” he winked. Damn it, he was right. That sly bastard.

Slowly, he brought it to your body. He circled your nipples with it before tracing your stomach and finally reaching your cunt. He turned the speed up before tracing your slit for a few seconds before moving the toy to your clit. He held it there for a few seconds before pulling away, then he returned it for a few more seconds before pulling it away again. You were already extremely sensitive from your previous orgasm and the constant edging was only making it worse

You let out a loud huff which only caused Rafe to chuckle once again. “You can tell me to stop at any point baby, you know that”

This was so irritating. You wanted nothing more than to cum but each time you were about to, Rafe rudely took it away. You let out a whine of frustration and grabbed the sheets. A shear sheen had formed on your body due to the thin layer of sweat your body collected from this whole experience.

“What's the matter Y/N? You look like something is bothering you” he mocked your exact words to him from earlier. You didn't say a word, instead choosing to let out a loud sigh.

“You wanna cum sweetheart?” you shook your head yes. Rafe only scoffed at your response and turned the toy up to full speed, returning it to your clit. Your eyes shot open and you let out a loud gasp from the sudden feeling.

“Use your words slut” he growled as your back arched off the bed.

“Y-yes, fuck. Please” you managed to stutter out in-between moans.

“Please what?” his smirk on full display again watching the effect he had on you at this very moment.

“Please let me cum” you panted out.

“Then let me touch you” you almost said yes before remembering what was at stake.

You remained silent as he let out a tsk. The vibrator turned off completely, Rafe pulling it away from your can't entirely. You felt like you were about to snap if he didn't let you cum and kept playing this torturous game with you.

“You have only yourself to blame. You're the one that wanted this” you made a mental reminder to slap yourself for that later. You clearly weren't thinking when you said it.

Rafe slid the vibrator inside of you, making sure to make slow and shallow thrusts, chuckling as you whined out again. He kept that same pace for around two minutes before slowly pushing it deeper inside you.

“I hate you” you whimpered. You were losing.

“Nah, you hate the way you break so easily with me. You hate the control I have over you and your body” he said, taking the vibrator and sucking it clean. His eyes never left yours for a second and you decided this wasn't worth it anymore. Who cares if the pogues knew at this point?

“Fuck it, please touch me Rafe. I can't handle it anymore” you whimpered, grabbing his forearm tightly.

He threw the toy so fast you didn't even see where it landed. He pulled you by your hips to the edge of your bed, his knee came between your thighs and pushed your legs apart so he could comfortably fit between them. You watched him crouch down to kneel in front of you, breath shaky, and begin kissing your thighs.

His soft lips moved up your inner thighs at an agonizing pace. You grabbed his hair tightly and tried pulling him to the spot you needed him most, but you were only met with a slap against your clit. You let out a gasp and he picked his head up to look at you.

“Behave or you won't get anything other than losing this game.” his tone was stern but you weren't having it.

“You've done enough teasing Rafe. You already won the game so either fuck me or give me the damn toy back and I'll do it myself” you huffed.

“So bossy, but I'm feeling nice and I think you've earned it” his head dips back down to your aching cunt, his tongue licking your sensitive and swollen clit.

You had his hair tightly gripped in your fingers to ensure he stayed in place. The tip of his tongue slowly licked a long stripe against your slit before sliding inside you and then back up to your clit to create a suction around it. This is what you've craved this whole time and it sent you into such a euphoric state.

“More Rafe please” you moaned.

“Tell me what you need baby, exactly what you need” he mumbled against your clit.

“I need, mm, need your fingers inside me please” you managed to tell him.

“Good girl baby. So needy for me” he pressed before sliding two of his long fingers inside you, his mouth still sucking your clit.

The combination of those two things sent you over the edge. Your back arched, your toes curled, the grip of Rafe's hair together, and you saw stars as your orgasm that you've desperately been chasing finally washed over you. He held your hips down as he continued his movements, only stopping when you crawled backwards to get away. Your whole body was shaking and your breathing was uneven as you came down from the high. Rafe got up to join you on the bed, licking his fingers clean, and wrapped his arms around you.

You curled into his chest and laid there for a few minutes to regain your composure. That was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced and you were sure the little game had everything to do with it. When you opened your eyes again you could see how hard Rafe was and felt bad for being the one receiving all the pleasure.

“Let me help you now” you whispered, moving on your knees to crawl over between his legs.

“Baby that's okay, I can take care of it myself. You need to rest right now” but you insisted. He was so good to you and it was only fair to return the favor.

Rafe certainly wasn't going to object if you were feeling up to it. He felt like his cock could explode with how hard he was. He had planned on taking a shower and jerking off but fucking your face sounded much much better. His hips jerked off the bed when your hand brushed across his bulge and he let out a small whimper.

“I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. I promise” you assured him, moving to pull off his pants and boxers.

His cock sprung out, leaking with pre cum, and you stared at it in amazement. You'd seen it so many times but it still took you by surprise how big he was each time. You glanced up at him, slowly lowering your mouth and taking him all the way in the back of your throat. The salty taste of his pre cum and his pretty moans caused you to moan against him, his hips jolting forward from the vibration. You gagged from the sudden thrust and listened to him whimper and fist the sheets.

Slowly, you took more of him in your mouth until your nose was flush against his pelvis. Your eyes were watering as you tried your best not to gag again. Rafe snakes his fingers into your hair, tightly digging them into your scalp causing you to let out another moan. The vibration causedRafe to moan out your name.

“Fuck Y/N if you keep doing that I'm not going to last” his hips jolting off the bed again, his cock hitting the back of your throat again.

You pulled away to get some air and Rafe swore he almost came right then and there. You had tears running down your face, your lips were swollen and there was drool on your chin, your eyes held a fucked out gaze, you looked so sexy right now. He pulled you into a rough and sloppy kiss before you pushed him back and took him into your mouth again.

“Fuck” his head was thrown back into the mattress, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his muscles tensing. You were incredibly proud of your work as you placed your hands on his thighs and began bobbing your head on his cock.

Each time you came up, you'd hollow your cheek before taking him all the way into your throat again. His hands gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail forcing you to stay in place just like you had done to him. Seeing him be so needy for you and so vulnerable under you was turning you on again. You took one hand off of Rafe's thigh and moved it to your clit, moaning at the feeling. Rafe glanced down at you and let out a small ‘oh fuck’ at the sight before screwing his eyes shut and leaning back again.

You could feel his cock throbbing and took your other free hand to play with his balls. The pace you had on your clit became faster as you got desperate to cum at the same time as Rafe. His moans were getting louder and his breathing more and more uneven signaling he was close. The pressure in your stomach was building more and more and you knew it would be too much longer before you came as well.

“Fuck baby I'm so close” he panted.

You moaned against his cock as a signal for him to cum and shortly after you felt thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. You followed shortly behind him, squirting on your fingers and letting out small hums of satisfaction against Rafe. You kept sucking him off until he forcefully pulled your head away, breathing fast and heavy from his orgasm.

“You trying to kill me babe?” he chuckled.

“Just wanted to make sure you were satisfied” you give him a lazy smile, moving to collapse next to him on the bed.

“I was more than satisfied” he looked over to you and gave you a small kiss before heading to your bathroom to get a wet wash rag to clean you both up with. He carefully wiped you clean before doing the same for himself and then threw the rag into the dirty clothes hamper nearby. You pulled him back into the bed with you and felt his arms wrap around you, your bare back against his chest.

“You did good baby, this was fun” he whispered in your ear.

“Mhm” you mumbled, too tired to say anything else.

“Get some rest baby, you deserve it” he kissed your head as you slowly lulled to sleep from his presence. Rafe only did the same once he saw your slowed breathing signaling you'd fallen asleep.

The pogues could wait a while longer before they found out. Moments like this were too good to risk losing so soon.

#fic rec #this was too good not to reblog #rafe cameron x reader

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Please reblog for a bigger sample size!

#the erasure of some of the greats is killing me #Curious George people!#Arthur #Clifford #wild kratts #cyberchase!

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When I get a nice AO3 comment or Tumblr reblog I have to force myself not to say "I LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY ME CAN WE BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER I'M OBSESSED WITH YOU" and instead say "thanks"

#ao3 #fanfiction #no no feel free to say all of this in response to me #i will appreciate the enthusiasm 😌

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I think some people have gotten WAY too used to hearing their own hateful circles use phrases like ‘kill yourself’, and even too used to saying it themselves, so much that they’ve lost sense of how much impact this actually has on people outside those circles, and how much it can mess a person up

‘Kys’ should never be the default phrase you lob at people you don’t like, and if it is, there’s a big problem with what you consider acceptable, you are way off the mark, turn back now

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❥ stay, baby ˚ rafe cameron

❥ summary: rafe turns up at your house in the middle of the night, insisting he stays because he needs you ❥ warnings: rafe being a meanie, slight daddy kink, oral, general contents of smut, minors do not interact! ❥ authors note: i haven’t written in months so, enjoy ❥ pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

he stands in the middle of your bedroom and he's angry, though you don't know why. the string lights you have decorating your wall being the only thing to shed some light into the room, "you can't be here" you say quickly, moving away from the balcony doors and towards him

"well," he scoffs and gestures around your bedroom, "i'm already fucking here" he huffs, rubbing a hand over his jaw before moving it up into his hair

shaking your head you reply, "no rafe, you cannot be here" you step towards him but he steps back, keeping a distance between you both, "get out" you huff pointing at the door

he had woken you up, banging on the balcony doors and when you'd opened the door to ask him what he was doing, he rushed in, not giving you the time to turn him away. "no" he answers simply with a shrug

a groan escapes you as you tilt your head back towards the ceiling, you take another step towards him. he stares down at you, his jaw clenching slightly, "are you high?" you ask as you notice his pupils twice the size they should be

rafe looks away from you, his eyes darting around your room, though nothing has changed since his last visit. you hum to get his attention, reminding him you had spoken, "i don't know" he shrugs again

"okay, you definitely can't be here," you say quickly grabbing at his bicep to pull him around so he's in front of you. planting your hands on his back you start to push him towards the balcony, "go home"

as rafe gets to the doors he growls, "get the fuck off of me" he turns quickly and snatches both of your wrists into one of his hands. you stop and stare up at him before thrashing your arms about, he doesn't let go

the more you struggle against him the more he fights back, holding your wrists almost too tight, you're sure there will be bruises to show for it tomorrow. one of your wrists manages to slip out of his grip and you immediately push at him, he doesn't move though, "rafe, stop, you fucking asshole" you half shout, thankful you’re home alone for the night

he pulls you towards him and his free hand finds your neck, holding you in place, just looking up at him. out of instinct your fingers come up to wrap around his wrist, "stop running your fucking mouth and shut up" he talks slowly, "okay?"

you nod and he lets go of you, though the feeling of his fingers around your throat lingers. your chest rises a little faster as you swallow thickly. before you can stop yourself you're stepping forward, pushing him harder than you did before

rafe stumbles back slightly, his hip bumping off of your dresser as he does but you immediately regret it when he looks at you. he tilts his head quickly, his eyes full of fire before lunging at you, his arms sliding around your waist tightly

he walks you back across the room until your legs hit the edge of your bed, pushing you back until you're falling and laying flat under him. rafe slots his knee between your thighs and leans over you, caging you in, his hands either side of your head

"last fucking warning sweetheart, stop" he talks lowly, his breath fanning over your face as his eyes search yours. you scowl at him and his eyebrow raises, only coming back down when the crease on your forehead disappears, "i'm staying here, do you understand?"

"yes" you reply quietly. rafe opens his mouth, spurring you on without a single word, "yes daddy" you whisper, giving into him. he dips, your noses almost brushing, his forehead resting against yours as he sighs

this happens between you and rafe more than you'd like to admit. he turns up, always high or drunk, out of the blue, you argue and sometimes fight and still, somehow, you end up underneath him

his body relaxes against you, hips coming flush against yours. rough denim scratches against the slither of exposed skin where your sleep shorts have slipped down slightly. the weight of him against you makes you gasp, "there she is, my good girl," rafe finally whispers

he leans on one hand, bringing his free hand to your throat again, this time his fingers are gentle as they sweep over your skin, even the rings he wears are warm and don't leave a chill on you. he presses his thumb into the side of your neck until you whimper, your lips parting involuntary, "rafe,"

"hmm?" he answers, "what's wrong pretty girl?" he's mocking you, you know it. he knows exactly what he's doing to you and you hate it. hating the way your breathing has got heavy in anticipation

"kiss me"

slowly he obliges, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb, "stick your tongue out, baby" he mumbles and you let your tongue loll out of your mouth. rafe hums and smirks as he spits onto your tongue, tasting like alcohol and weed, groaning to himself when he watches your eyes soften, "c'mere"

your eyes flutter shut as he crowds your space, pushing your tongue back into your mouth with his own, his teeth grazing straight over your bottom lip as he kisses you. it's messy and desperate, like it always is. your hands slide over his neck, feeling veins underneath your palms as you pull him into you

rafe leans down on his forearm and his free hand finds your bare thigh, sliding upwards until he hits the hem of your sleep shorts. his lips start to trail down to your jaw, leaving small wet patches as he goes from where his tongue licks over your skin

his fingers pinch at your thighs, quick and not enough to properly hurt but enough to make your back arch away from the mattress, your tits pushing against his chest as you do. he sucks lightly at your neck, he's everywhere, around you, against you and above you and your cunt flutters and drips at the interaction, soaking your panties

"need these off" rafe complains, dragging your shorts down as far as he can with one hand before moving off of you, completely, just long enough to get them off. he discards them on the floor somewhere before kneeling between your legs

under his gaze you feel tiny, he towers over you with a smirk as he runs his hands down both of your thighs, curling them around to the backs so he can push them back, spreading you open for him. he tuts at your wetness seeping through the thin fabric of your panties and your face reddens

"messy baby" he shakes his head and you pout, he reciprocates the action, though his is mocking but before you can whine at him he drags a knuckle straight up your clothed slit and you moan, loudly, when he presses against your clit

"fuck, rafe," you whimper when he repeats the action, up and down your cunt until his knuckle is sticky and wet, "please" he swaps to his thumb, drawing lazy circles over your aching clit but still, it’s not enough

"please what?" rafe asks you with a tilt of his head, still hovering over you. you roll your hips down against his hand, forcing more pressure against where you need him most, "words" he grunts, moving his hands to your hips, pinning them down onto the bed

your cheeks heat up again and you attempt to turn away, looking anywhere but up at him but he quickly takes hold of your chin, "just fuck me" you whisper, "please" you finish, sliding your hands up underneath his shirt to press your fingers along his hip bone

normally rafe would make you be more specific, letting you mumble out all the disgusting things you let him do to you but this time, he gives in quickly. he moves to stand at the edge of your bed and leans over you, wrapping his hands over your hips before pulling you to the edge too

"need you to come on my face first, angel," he admits, sinking down to his knees in front of you. his hands slide underneath your ass, hooking his fingers under your panties just enough to drag them down your legs

he blows onto your pussy and then licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, flattening his tongue over the aching bud. you pant when he starts to suck, your fingers push through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp gently

"who's pussy is this?" he asks, pulling away, his lips wet and shiny with your arousal. he spits onto your clit while he waits for your answer, licking his bottom lip as he watches it drip down between your folds, "c'mon baby, you know the answer to this"

your brain turns to mush when his thumb starts to spread the wetness around, barely dipping into your needy hole before pulling away, "yours, it's yours," you pant, "always yours, dadd-"

rafe plunges two thick fingers into you, cutting you off as you cry out, your hips bucking off of the bed. he sits back and watches the way you clench around him, silently begging him to move. he pulls out slowly, humming appreciatively when you tighten around just the tips of his fingers

"fuck, oh my god," you moan breathlessly, covering your eyes with your forearm. he slides his fingers back into you, his thumb swiping at your clit as he leans back down, replacing his thumb with his mouth

the sounds coming from your cunt are obscene, between the way he's messily sucking and licking through your folds and the wet squelching as his fingers pump in and out of you

his free hand settles on your tummy, pushing down slightly when he curls his fingers inside of you. he's so deep you can almost feel it in your chest, the warm coil starting to tighten underneath his large hand

he presses into your spot and eats out out like a man starved, his eyes closed, lashes touching his cheeks as he drowns in you. your chest heaves, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips before you can stop them.

"rafe, god," you pull gently on his hair, keeping him in place as your orgasm builds far too fast. he hums against you, the vibrations against your clit making your back arch off of the bed. he knows your close, he can feel your walls pulsing around him, "i'm so fucking close"

you don't even realise his hand has moved from your stomach until you hear the clang of metal, his belt coming undone. you push yourself up on your elbows to watch him desperately pushing his jeans down just enough to wrap his hand around his cock

his shoulder jerks as he works his hand over his dick and he moans against you, spit runs from the corner of his mouth. the whole scene sends you over the edge, "i'm, fuck,” you whine, "i'm coming"

rafe works you through it, his fingers slowing inside of you as you drip around him. you push his head away, shuddering violently as you border on overstimulated, flopping back against the bed

"oh angel," rafe tuts as he stands, his cock still weeping in his hand, his jeans pushed down around his thighs. you stare up at him while your breathing evens out. he leans down over you, his free hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, whimpering into his mouth when he grazes his teeth over your lip. "you didn't ask to come" he mumbles against you, barely pulling away long enough to speak

he gives you no time to process his words, he flips you over onto your hands and knees, pushing your legs apart so you're on display for him, "raf- daddy," you rush out, "i didn't mean to, please" you defend yourself because you know what's coming

"i thought i trained you better," he huffs and moves around behind you. your hear his belt hit the floor and then his hand squeezing at your hip, pulling you back towards him, the tip of his cock brushing at your entrance, "you should know better"

all the air in your lungs get punched out when he fills you in one swift thrust. he's huge, barely fitting inside you, "shit, you're so big," you cry out, running from him, his cock almost slipping out of you

"don't fucking," he grits, pushing down on your back to pull you back towards him, filling you up again, "run from me." he leans over you, hair brushing your back as he rocks back and forth, forcing the last inch of his cock inside of you, balls deep, “so fuckin' tight,"

tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle with the stretch and overstimulation, your forehead pressing into the sheets. rafe coos behind you, "c'mon baby, you can take it, know you can," he pulls back and slams back into you, both of you groaning in tandem

"please, please," you babble, your brain turning to mush when he starts to thrust, deep but still harsh, his hips slamming into your asscheeks hard enough to leave bruises, "please"

"please what?" he asks, smugly. he kneels on the edge of the bed, forcing you forward a little as he finds the leverage he needed. your spot gets abused by the fat head of his cock every time he pushes in, feeling the veins on his dick pulsing against your soft walls

unable to form words you don't answer, instead you cry out. a mix of moans and whimpers constantly falling from your mouth, barely able to breathe between each one. his fingers thread into your hair, pushing your head down into the mattress as he grunts loudly behind you

his free hand winds around your waist, wet fingers sliding over your clit furiously. you clench around him like a vice, sucking him in and keeping him there. he moans loudly through gritted teeth behind you, tilting his head towards the ceiling, the noise rumbles through his chest and his cock twitches, you know he's close

"oh, fuck" rafe shudders, letting go of your head, he takes both of your wrists into his hand, pulling you back against him with every unrelenting thrust, "such a good fucking pussy," he growls

"s'yours, all yours" you cry, your orgasm building desperately, "can i come? pl-, oh god, please" resorting to begging is your only hope and you know it works with rafe, usually.

"not yet angel" he starts to slow, pulling back to look at where you're stretched around him, a creamy ring left around the base of his cock, "hold it baby, know you can"

you whine loudly, letting the end turn into a cry. your thighs shake and his thumb continues to press almost too hard against your clit. you clench your eyes shut, trying with everything in you not to focus on the fire burning hot inside you

"gonna ruin your little pussy," rafe starts to ramble, his hips falling out of time with the push and pull of your bodies, "keep you stuffed with my come so you're mine, aren't you?" he pants hard, "say it"

"i'm yours, only yours" you gasp and grit your teeth. your wrists get released from his grasp and you snake a hand between your thighs, wrapping your fingers around his wrist in attempts to stop the assault on your clit, "please"

he ignores your pleas completely, moving his free hand to your hip, pulling you back onto him hard. he grunts and growls behind you, "fuck, you can come" he pants, the coil snaps and you start to come with a shout, tears streaming down your face, "there you go, good fucking girl" he slaps at your clit once before moving his hand away

stars appear in your vision as your cunt contracts, pushing his fat cock out when he starts to come, warm thick ropes of cum splashing up your walls, "don't, fucking shit," he grits, his dick pulses and he forces his way back into you "don't push me out, need to keep it all in, baby" he finishes breathlessly

your body and brain feel like jelly and you only know you're breathing because you can hear it, panting in time with the boy who lowers over you. his hands planted either side of your head, he leans down and peppers kisses over your sweaty shoulders, his chest sticking to you, "you okay?" he mumbles into your skin, "did so fucking good for me"

whimpering and nodding you turn over underneath him, your bodies still pressed together, he kisses at your nose and cheeks, warm salty tears wetting his lips. minutes go by and his hips pull back when his cock softens, slipping out of you with a vulgar squelch

rafe kisses your forehead but then moves off of you. you reach for him, fingers brushing his sides, "need to clean you up so you can sleep," he talks softly and retreats to the bathroom to grab a towel.

when he comes back he parts your legs, you whine and try to shut them, flinching when the towel bumps against your clit, "rafe," you sigh, pushing him away with your foot

"i know, i'm nearly done" he whispers and wraps gentle fingers around your ankle, pulling your leg away from him, "i'm done, i'm done" he says quickly when you whine. he discards the towel on the floor and looks down at you

"what?"

he scratches at his already pink and blotchy chest, "do you still want me to get out?" he asks softly and you reach for his other hand, lacing your fingers together so you can pull him gently onto your bed

"no, you can stay, baby”

❥ ty for reading! consider liking and rb’ing! maybe leave a lil comment in exchange for a kiss, mwah x

#fic rec #this is too good

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The accusers chose the Court of Public Opinion, in the District of Social Media as their venue. It is a bench trial with me, the Honorable Psychic Refugee presiding, at the Psychic-Refugee Tumblr Courthouse.

Judgement

The accusers have walked back their most heinous accusations and the current ones do not meet the standard for criminal behavior. This is a de facto retraction.

Therefore, the accusations for rape and sexual assault are dismissed.

For the accusations against his character, I do not find the evidence to be compelling or persuasive. Therefore, I find the accusations, both explicit and implied, to be unsubstantiated.

PHW has not been proven guilty by preponderance of the evidence, on all counts.

Opinion

The accusers’ story got bogged down and confusing through their own words and actions. Their “evidence” as-is would never hold up in a real court. In the Court of Public Opinion, however, where I can accept the evidence for the sake of argument, I still find it confusing and unpersuasive. There is no crime alleged nor facts established, only alluded to. A majority of the crimes aren't even lobbed at PHW, only that he was a bystander and they felt he should have done something more. What he could have done more than the others who were also at these parties, I don’t know. They don’t say. I don’t think it’s fair to single him out as “he should have been my hero.” If he was a minor at these parties, he’s not liable as he doesn’t own the home, nor is he responsible for others' actions.

If he was not a witness to the crimes, then his testimony would be hearsay and there was nothing he could have done besides encourage the accuser to go to the police.

His alleged assault on others is hearsay. It’s a rumor of a rumor on Twitter. I’m never inclined to believe a rumor. To date, these alleged victims have not stepped forward.

His alleged assault on one of the accusers was clarified and fails to meet the standard of criminal assault, if it happened at all.

The accusers have failed or refuse to even establish the fact they were ever at the same party as PHW during the time frames they proffered. There is legitimate doubt that one of the accusers has even MET PHW.

They all have failed to establish any facts at all.

The burden of proof is on the accusers, and they’ve literally said they have none.

The “evidence” they do have, isn’t evidence of PHW doing anything, much less anything criminal. They’re all just screenshots of conversations, the accusers themselves vaguely alluding to supposed crimes via tweets. None of that together or separately proves any wrongdoing, even if the screenshots are all real.

It is alarming these Twitter posts are being taken as gospel that PHW is guilty of anything.

"Believing women" means that I don’t presume their motivation or assume bad faith in their accusations. Given that the situation involves trauma, I try to also look at the evidence through a nuanced lens. That means that I try to give some grace in the story not having 100% exacting details. I try to give grace to their mindset and behavior. I don’t expect those experiencing trauma to make the most prudent legal or logical decisions.

"Believing women" DOES NOT mean that I take their story as fact, and also harshly condemn the accused without hearing their side and seeing their own evidence to refute the accusations. It DOES NOT mean that if someone brings up a good point contrary to the accuser’s story with publicly known facts or circumstantial evidence, that the person is a monster for daring to scrutinize an alleged victim at all.

"She's a victim" cannot be used ad infinitum, nor can it be used as blinders to facts.

"She's a victim" is not a panacea for deficits in evidence or behaviour that suggests malice.

I still have a duty to scrutinize the evidence either side puts forth and make a decision. My decision has no bearing on anything consequential, other than what I choose to watch and content I create. So, take my opinion with a grain of salt.

While I try to give grace and nuance to the accusers’ behaviour through the lens of trauma, I still find their behaviour troubling and even malicious. I don’t judge the fact they went to social media if they felt it was their only avenue to be heard. I don’t judge the timing because trauma can take a while to process.

Calling the situation “canceling” and looking rather flippant and gleefully vindictive to said canceling on MULTIPLE social medias, it does put doubt in my mind of their motivations. I did not presume a motive, but I can’t ignore a possible motive if they make their opinions known and broadcast their own actions. No one told them to post on tiktok and Twitter, they chose to and therefore opened those posts up to scrutiny.

I looked at their behaviour and came to a well thought out and reasoned conclusion.

At some point, grace has to run out if they give more reasons to doubt them than not.

The phrase “You know how to make this stop,” is very concerning to me and I would like more context.

The accusers did themselves no favors by continuing to post after the accusations broke. By choosing to post and not seek legal counsel, the story got chaotic and muddled. They poisoned their own well. Further, they implicitly admitted to using hyperbolic language when they walked back the allegations to lesser offenses or no offenses at all.

What’s worse, is that they may have turned their alleged assaulter into a victim. Given how we saw things in real time, their victimization of him has more evidence than his alleged victimization of them. Intimate photos of him have been circling and the accusers may have leaked them or at the least encouraged them to spread.

“my god am I happy these [leaked nudes] r on the internet.”

This was the death knell of any pity I might have had for accusers. My grace has run out.

It is abhorrent that the accusers went on a character assassination campaign, rather than reinforce their evidence of their alleged assaults, fix the deficits in what they had already proffered, or go to the police/seek legal help.

It is suspicious when they stoop to attacking the character of the accused rather than prove actual wrongdoing. This "scorched earth" tactic to assassinate character is the exact playbook of misogynists and what MeToo and Believe Women was trying to fight against. They are the monsters they accuse "rape apologists" of being.

The two worst assertions of his character were that he’s racist and a paedophile, neither of which have anything to do with the alleged assault.

In this instance and at this point, I am compelled to seriously question their motives.

For the sake of argument, I’m assuming all pics I saw were authentic.

For the accusations of racism: The two “exhibits” referred to were insta post likes and a video of him saying the racial slur “coon.”

The insta posts in question are pictures without captions and no context. I did see these for myself on the insta profile before the account was locked. Only two pictures had me wanting more explanation. One was the word “Supremist” against a yellow background, and another was an Iron Cross. The Supremist pics were either right next to or very close to the Iron Cross.

The word has a lot of connotations, and I want more context. I don’t automatically presume it’s racist as a standalone word. It does give me more pause, however, when it’s close to an Iron Cross.

The Iron Cross itself has a long history and there is some evidence it’s used for other things than Nazism now. The question is: what was it used for in THIS context AND what was PHW’s understanding of it at the time of his “like?”

The insta user’s name was found to be in an article that explained their photos were political art. https://curate.la/event.php?id=17301 So, it’s possible that yes, the photos do refer to racist ideology, but within the context of political art. Did PHW know it was political art?

The burden of proof is on the accusers, they have failed to meet that burden.

The video is allegedly him quoting lines from a movie that he was ultimately cut from, that happened to have a slur in it. He is an actor. CONTEXT MATTERS. Is Leonardo DiCaprio a racist for being Calvin Candie in Django Unchained? There is circumstantial evidence that connects the video to a movie with racial themes. Them (2021) Them (TV Series 2021– ) - IMDb.

Allegedly he was cut from this movie and is not listed on IMDB, but he is shown as a cast member in google. google.com>Them 2021 cast (last visited 13 February 2023)

I find this evidence to be persuasive. In the video he had an odd accent along with clothes and hairstyle not typical of his personal style. There was no one else in the video and was speaking directly into the camera. He wasn’t hurling a slur towards anyone specific. It also explains the use of the outdated slur, the movie takes place in the 1950's. He was playing an upsetting character, so I get why people are upset. That does not, however, make him racist.

I would also like to point out that we haven't seen the original post for this video. There could be tags or a caption to give it context. All I've been able to find are reposts of this video with no original tags.

Even with the haircut, clothes, lack of victim the slur was directed at, and the lack of any context, people jumped to conclusions.

PHW has not been proven guilty of being racist by preponderance of the evidence.

For the accusation of paedophilia: None of the pics were of children. None of the child-like art was of children. None of the art had naked or sexualized drawn children. None of the pictures were sexual at all. The closest picture to a child was a caricature/anime style of a small being that might have been a child, but it wasn’t naked nor was it sexualized. The only captions were in a different language that I am not fluent in. PHW liked these photos with no comment.

Again, I have no context for these photos and nothing even at face value suggests to me that they have anything to do with paedophila.

PHW has not been proven guilty of paedophilia by preponderance of the evidence.

His alleged kinks were brought up and I definitely am not going to give that any judicial notice. Kinks are personal and frankly never anyone’s business.

These kinks are not relevant, and I do not give them any judicial notice and are struck from the record.

All pithy court jokes aside, my opinions and judgement might be disappointing to some. I can live with that. I’ve been articulate and impartial, I was WILLING to believe the accusers.

Through the accusers' own petty, malicious, and feckless words and actions, they convinced me not to trust their word.

There's nothing more for me to do and I don’t expect more of myself than I would expect from others.

I can only consider the evidence I have before me when making a decision. That means, I give myself grace to be proven wrong later on. Maybe there is more, substantiated evidence that will come to light. Maybe he'll surprise me and come out with a full confession and apology. I will consider that evidence when it’s brought before me, and I can change my mind.

I will not punish someone for hypothetical evidence that may never manifest.

There is no pride or prize in jumping to conclusions under the guise of feminism.

/s/ Psychic-Refugee Hon. Judge Psychic-Refugee Court of Public Opinion District of Social Media - Tumblr

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Any further posts on PHW and this situation will be put under #Percy Found Not Guilty, I hope to help cleanse the main tag of this situation.

#percy hynes white #no bc im crying #the format of this is hilarious #but in all seriousness #you make very valid points here and I could not agree more

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