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Kissing, swearing, pussy slapping, cheating, CNC, name calling, degradation, hair pulling, murder, blood, gore, ownership kink, rough sex, praise, change in POVs

📖 Famous porn director Rafe Cameron hires you to shoot a porno with your boyfriend at his big, beautiful house in Figure Eight.

🔪 "I'm her boyfriend," his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, staring him down.

"Sure you are," Rafe smiles." 🔪

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Reader’s POV:

“What are you freakin’ out for, baby?” Trent scoffs, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You cross your arms, relaxing a little more in the seat as you kick your feet on the dash.

”Obviously, I’m freaking out over nothing,” you clip, rolling your eyes away and huffing out a frustrated breath. You look out the window, watching as the scenery changes—weathered beach shacks and hole-in-the-wall businesses of The Cut exchanged for the luxury of Figure Eight. Your stomach twists in nervous knots—a feeling deep in your gut that your life was about to change forever.

”This right here… This is the big time, sugar. You see where we are? This man has money. You wanna be a star, don’t you? You want the whole world to know your name. Right?”

“‘Course I wanna be a star, Trent. Rafe just freaks me out.” You twirl your hair in nervousness. “I don’t know. Doesn’t he creep you out?” You ask, feeling goosebumps scatter on your arms, uneasiness setting in as you get closer.

“I mean, the man has a starin’ problem, sure, but ain’t that his job? He’s supposed to be catchin’ everything. He directs pornos… Pretty sure that comes with the territory.”

“I guess,” you sigh, loosening up slightly at his explanation—a soft smile forming on your face.

Trent grins at your cooperation, “atta girl,” he purrs, lovingly patting your thigh. “You know, baby, at the end of the day, the director havin’ a little crush on you ain’t the worst thing in the world. If this goes well, who knows what’ll happen? Maybe he’ll keep askin’ us back. Keep feedin’ our pockets. You know I’m right.”

“You’re right,” you assure.

“Well, would you look at this?” Trent breathes as you drive onto the grounds of Tanneyhill, pulling up the drive, eyeing the mini-mansion before you. It’s gorgeous, perfectly groomed, the definition of excess. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before, let alone fucked in. You suck in a deep breath at the monumental sight before you, riding an indescribable high.

“We’re shootin’ here?” You ask, an ounce of awe in your voice as you gaze upward. The two of you usually set up in some dingy motel on The Cut— the pair of you too used to sticky tiles, stained mattresses, and peeling wallpaper. This was far from the norm.

“What did I say, baby doll? This is the big time.” He shrugs brashly, flashing you a wolfish grin—you swore you could see dollar signs dancing in his eyes.

“The big time,” you echo, exhaling shakily. Trent leans towards, cupping your cheeks in his hands before kissing you softly.

“I know you’re still nervous, but you gotta settle down, pretty girl. You got that X factor… Don’t get in your head.” you nod slowly, drinking his every word.

“I won’t,” you whisper.

Trent looks at the clock on the dash, two minutes past two. He sighs before giving you one last push. “You're special, y/n. Ain't nobody else out there like you. Now, giddyup, time is money. Let’s go make some movie magic. Huh?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip in anticipation and excitement. Trent quickly steps out of the car, walking around to your side before opening the door. You step out onto the pavement, your sky-high Pleaser heels hitting the ground with a loud clack. You adjust your little cut-off jean shorts, pulling the fabric down before fixing your tits. You were ready— ready to star in the film that would ultimately change your life.

“You’re a fuckin’ sex symbol, princess,” he praises as he smacks your ass playfully. You blush at his words, a burst of sensuality swaying in your stride.

“I am, aren’t I,” you smile blissfully as you look up to the sky, basking in the North Carolina sun. The two of you stroll up the cobblestone walk to the front doors of the place, your nerves subsiding with every step. Trent lifts his fist to knock on the door but before he can even make contact, it fans open.

“Welcome,” you hear Rafe’s warm voice. He looks expensive; extremely handsome, his voice not doing him enough justice over the phone. “Come in.” The two of you step inside, eyes dancing around as you take everything in. “Didn’t think you two were comin’,” Rafe rasps as he slides a cigarette out from behind his ear, resting it between his lips.

“We’re five minutes late,” you whisper to Trent, who gives you a look of warning to shut the fuck up.

“If you ain’t early, you’re late,” Rafe breathes through his exhale.

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly as the blonde towers over you, looking down at you with a predatory stare.

“You got nothin’ to be sorry about, princess. You weren’t drivin’. Were you?” He asks as he hooks his finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to his. You shake your head ‘no’, batting your lashes at the beautiful man. “You’re fuckin’ stunning,” he praises as his crystal blue eyes stare into yours. “I’m gonna make you a star, honey. I promise,” he murmurs, making a small kissing gesture, before giving you a cheeky wink. Trent was right. This could be good for me. This could be it.

“Okay,” you smile up at him, feeling your heart start to race.

“First hallway on the left,” Rafe nods, gesturing down the way. The deeper you two walk into the estate, the deeper your amazement. Movie posters line the walls of the dark hall, porno cover after cover illuminated by the chandelier light fixtures from up above. All of them had the same name plastered in the top-left corner: Rafe Cameron. You look over your shoulder, watching as he watches you, feeling a little starstruck after seeing his successes. His eyes lift from your ass to your eyes, a smug smile tugging on his perfect lips.

“What’s this,” you whisper as you walk into the room, eyeing the setup: a two cameras on the ready, studio lighting, but no bed… Nothing. Your brows rumple in confusion as you look back at the director. “We’re shootin’ a porno. Correct? You expect me to get fucked on the floor like some kind of animal?” You ask, only half-kidding. Rafe chuckles in reply, amused by your sincere distrust in him. He let out a puff before pointing his cigarette toward the wall.

“See that, angel? Your friend goes on this side. N’ you will go on the other. There’s a camera ready to capture that pretty little face of yours. You see that hole right there. That’s a gloryhole. M’kay. This is just the first scene, though, honey. Wanna get this one out of the way. So—” he claps, rubbing his ringed hands together “—let's get started.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” Trent challenges, too prideful to let the little “friend” comment go.

”What?” Rafe chuckles cruelly, Trent's correction given so far after the fact that it’s laughable.

”I’m her boyfriend,” his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, puffing out his chest slightly.

“Sure you are,” Rafe smiles. Trent’s cheeks flush with anger; you take your turn, silencing him, giving Trent a death glare. “Well, in this flick, you aren’t. She’s mine. Well, the brothels anyway. You’re just payin’ for pussy.”

Trent clenches his fists; his anger bubbling in his chest. “Yes, sir,” he mumbles, taking the higher road for the moment.

“Let me show you where you’ll be tapin’-”

“Do you want me to come with?” Trent interjects as his possessiveness starts to bleed through. He’s surprised by Rafe, that’s clear, unable to deny Rafe’s wickedly handsome looks, regardless of whether he is creepy or not. Rafe fixes his face, holding back a laugh as he catches your boyfriend’s newfound insecurities.

“Nah. I got it. We’ll start rollin’ in a second, lover-boy. You’ll keep your clothes on to start, then zipper down, cock out after I call action. We’ll go from there,” Rafe directs, his eyes never leaving yours.

“N’what’s she gonna wear?” Trent questions wearily as if you aren’t all aware.

“Jesus, fuck,” Rafe grumbles, just over a hush, getting more and more annoyed by the second. “We’re shootin’ a porno, kid. The fuck do you think she’s gonna wear?” He spits. “Are you a goddamn pussy or a porn star?”

“I’m… Sh-Shit - I’m a porn star obvio-”

“That was a rhetorical question,” Rafe taunts. “Pull your head out of your ass or I’ll find someone else to fuck your girl. Understood?”

”Understood,” Trent breathes.

“N’you… Looks like Trent’s stage fright is rubbin’ off on you. I’ve watched all your shit. Every last one of ‘em. Don’t let anyone get in your way. Aight?” Rafe throws his spent cigarette on the floor, crushing it with the heel of his designer loafer. “‘Specially that bitch,” he hums, his words like a secret. You look up at Rafe, giving him an uneasy smile as his large hand rests on your back, leading you out of the room toward the other.

You look back at Trent as the two of you walk out of the room, his emotions so clearly painted all over his face as he wears his heart on his sleeve. You give him one last look, a silent ‘pull your shit together’. He’s not gonna ruin this for me. Rafe guides you to the other room; that same hole cut into the wall, a bed flush with the division, a camera pointing down where you’ll lie. “You need some help gettin’ out of your things, sweetheart?” He asks from behind the lens, playing around with the angles. He turns his full attention to you, eyes trailing your movements.

“No, I’m fine,” you breathe as you unbutton your shorts, the splaying of the zipper making him lick his lips. He looks at you hungrily as you pull the material over your curves, cut-offs falling to a puddle at your heels. He stops himself from wanting to take you right then and there.

“Well, shit,” he praises as he steps closer, eyeing the minimal material of your panties. “These just might be too pretty to take off,” he hums as his long finger loops around the band at your hip, snapping it against your skin, making you gasp at the sensation tingling through your body. “Can I?” He asks as he plays with your panties a little more. You give him a nod, Rafe quickly running his rough digits along the fabric, tugging them to the side, imagining a cock ramming into your soaked hole. “Mmpfh… Shit. Off - Yeah. Yeah. Off, I think. Honestly, I don’t think I could make a mistake with you if I tried,” he praises, his low, husky tone laced with lust. Rafe loops his fingers around the material, dragging your panties down your thighs slowly. His fingers work their way up your leg, drifting under your tube top as if to take it off. “Pussy’s too pretty not to show.” You step back as you grab your top, pulling it off your body. The blonde smirks as you take the initiative, his eyes wandering to your exposed chest. Rafe lets out a hungry groan as your boobs bounce out, nipples hard from the chilled air. “Well, you look like a star, baby doll. There’s no denyin’ that,” he groans in a sleazy tone as he spins you under his finger, studying your curves.

“Thank you,” you add, cheeks warming up under his watchful eye, loving his attention. Rafe grabs your hand, helping you to the table, before lifting you onto the plush top. You gasp as he uses his muscles, pulling you exactly where he wants you with a heavy hand. Your heart beats faster, seeing his sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your reaction.

He walks over to the camera, checking the lens, catching his angle before adjusting to the perfect spot. “Alright, pretty. Let’s get this scene outta the way, and then we can all film in the same room. Yeah? I’m guessing your boy isn’t gonna make you finish like this. No fake orgasms. Clear? I need the real deal.” You nod in agreement one moment, jumping the next, as Trent's fingers graze the inside of your thighs.

“You doin’ okay in there, baby?” He asks softly.

“M’Perfect, Trent,” you chirp.

“You are perfect. Aren’t you, princess,” Rafe pipes in, shooting you another wink that has your breath hitching. Trent’s fingers press on your pearl, rubbing soft circles on top, prepping you as Rafe walks around to the other side.

Your eyes flutter shut as you try to focus on the conversation on the other side— just a jumbled mess of Rafe and Trent, nothing comprehensible. Music surrounds you, filling the small room with sound, that same noise coming from the other room as well, Rafe, setting an ambiance.

Trent’s POV:

“Focus on her… Focus on, y/n,” I chant in my head again and again as my fingers glide through her drenched cunt. She’s so fuckin’ wet. Wetter than usual. I know this pussy like the back of my hand. Someone got her excited, and I knew exactly who it was.

Sure, he’s creepy; we both knew that before we walked in, but I didn’t know he would be so fucking handsome. She wants to be a star. I WANT her to be a star, but I can’t get her there like he can. Anyone can fuck… He’s got the means and the power. Just gotta get through this. Gotta bring her home and remind her all the reasons she loves me, but is love enough?

“Trent? You good, brother?” Rafe asks, looking back at me like I’m some kinda fool. His eyes fall, his scowl shifting to a smile, but not at me, watching as my fingers toy with my girl's perfect cunt. My girl. Mine. I lift my hand to my mouth, suckin’ her taste off my fingers.

“Never better,” I rasp.

Rafe’s brows lift in surprise at the change in my tone. Even I hear it, boyish and insecure to deep and cocky. Fuck this guy. I slap my fingers against her cunt, making her whimper, letting Rafe hear her for himself. “Yeah, buddy. She’s ready, too,” I laugh, watching his handsome features sharpen.

“Alls you gotta do is fuck her. Think you can do that?” He asks sharply as he extends his hand, snapping and pointing to the mark on the floor beside him.

”You’ve seen my shit, Cameron. You know I got no problem with that; that’s why you’re payin’ me to fuck my girlfriend. Yeah?” I respond matter-of-factly as I step away from the wall, shuffling out of the frame.

A smile slides across his lips, his large, muscular arms crossing over his chest. “Absolutely,” he replies. “Just step in when I call ‘action’, Star Boy.” Rafe steps behind the camera, counting me on. “Action.” I walk toward the wall, taking her in like it’s the very first time.

“Well fuck,” I groan as I peek at my girl through the division, my cock painfully hard in my jeans from a mixture of adrenaline and arousal. Rafe shifts the camera, catching the scene as I lower my zipper, pulling out my dick. I smile wickedly, tongue gliding along my bottom lip. He may be hotter than me, but, fuck, if I ain’t hung like a porn star. I hold my long, thick cock in my hand, jerking myself at the sight of her, letting a needy moan drip from my lips. “You got a pretty pussy. Don’t you, slut?” I mumble.

I grab my fat cock, running my head through her soaked folds, coating my tip with her slick as I throw my head back. I trace my dick a little lower, tip catching on her tight hole, teasing her, stretching her out slightly with my swollen tip. She scoots a little closer, ass pressed even further against the wall, craving more of me. Good girl. My deep moan fills the room as I pitch my hips forward, filling her to the hilt. The music in the room is loud, but I can still hear her sweet noises through the hole. Hear that, Rafe?

“Goddamnit… You always this wet for your customers?” I ask as I pull out, slamming back in fast. “Or are you just this wet for Daddy?” I let out a laugh, desperately wanting to look back and see the look on Rafe’s face as her sounds of pleasure come through with every rock and thrust. I press my hands against the wall, using it as leverage to stroke even quicker, fucking into my girl fast. He wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, baby.

I hear a whistle, catching my attention. I look behind the camera, but Rafe’s not there anymore. What the fuck? My thrusts stall; the hairs on the back of my neck stand up….

“SHIT!”

Reader’s POV:

The sounds of your pleasure flow like a song from your lips, breathy and soft, just like your audience loves. You break the fourth wall, looking at the camera for a moment, running your hands up your body, taking hold of your tits, squeezing them tight. You roll your eyes as Trent drags his long, thick cock out of your drenched pussy, slamming back in again, making you wail.

He takes a quicker pace, shifting his stance, hitting a new angle that has you seeing stars. His cockhead strikes your sweet spot with each stroke, bringing you closer and closer to your finish. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” You cry out, back arching off the bed as you cum all over your boyfriend's cock. He doesn’t let up, working you through your orgasm with precision, adding his fingers to your clit as well, your body trembling with overstimulation. You feel a second release, squirting on his dick, making an absolute mess in the other room. Trent taps your clit, making tears pool in your lidded eyes.

He pulls out, causing you to gasp at the loss of him, the man pointing his tip at your pussy, jerking his cock quickly, spurting warm ropes of cum on your pretty little cunt. Goosebumps spread across your body as his sticky cum slips down your folds. He traces his throbbing tip through you, catching the mess before stuffing himself back inside.

His large hand reaches through the slight space in the hole as well, pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach, making you whimper and whine. Your heart and stomach fall as that same hand drags back. RC etched into a gold ring on his middle finger, a crimson trail of red blood following on your belly. You scream in terror as he pulls out, you, crawling backward on the bed to put space between you and the man on the other side. “TRENT!” You shriek at the top of your lungs. You look through the hole as Rafe walks away, watching as he follows Trent, who’s dragging himself along the floor, trailing a thick streak of blood behind him.

Your hands clamp over your mouth, muffling another cry as Rafe draws back a knife, stabbing him once, twice, three times. Your eyes slam shut, and your body falls into a state of complete and utter shock. You look for a way out— the window or the door. He’d surely be walking in any second. Maybe I can jump out the window and run to the car? But I don’t have keys. Maybe I can just run. You leap off the bed, running toward the window, grabbing it, pulling it with all your might, but it doesn’t budge.

“HELP ME!” You cry out, snatching your heel off your foot, slamming it against the glass again and again, watching as a crack splits and starts to spider. “Yes. Yes,” you sniffle, relieved the glass is giving. You hit it even harder, sending shards flying all over the room.

You look over your shoulder, watching the brass handle twist out of the corner of your eye, opening slowly. Rafe stands there, staring back at you with dead, dark eyes, his crisp button-down and unzipped slacks a mess with Trent’s blood. You swallow hard, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, playing it off like maybe you don’t know what happened in the other room. Rafe's gaze lowers, landing on the bloodied streak on your bare stomach, your cowering body telling a story all of its own.

Shit.

He lunges for you, and you bound away, sprinting toward the door, tears streaming down your face. "Rafe, please stop," your voice trembles.

"I just wanna talk..." His tone is calm and collected, more unsettling than not, as you grab the doorknob, jarring the handle open to no avail. You shake your head wildly, wiping your tears on your arm as he stalks you nice and slow. He looks down at you with crazed eyes as he foots closer and closer, holding his blood-stained arms in the air to induce calmness in you. "Don’t worry, princess," he whispers. “I’ll make it quick.”

You scream as loud as you can, your voice echoing through the house. You prayed that someone—anyone would hear you. "P-Please, Rafe. Please!" You cry, snot pouring from your nose as your emotions run hot down your cheeks. Your heart beats out of your chest as your throat closes tighter by the second. “Please," you sniffle, “don’t kill me.” Rafe grabs you, tearing you away from the door by your hair. Your entire body trembles against his broad chest, his big arms making it next to impossible to fight free. "Rafe-"

You're cut off as he wraps his strong arm around your throat from the back, his other hand clutching the knife. You feel the point of the blade prod into your back, nerves jumping at the feeling. You scream one last time, surrendering to the man, praying that he’ll make it fast. He pulls you right where he wants you, angling the two of you in line with the camera. You’re finished; this is the end. You begin to weep softly, hiccuping and sniffling pathetically, looking back at your horrified face in the reflection of the camera lens.

Rafe turns into your neck as his large knife traces up your naked body coated in blood. “Why’d you think I asked you here? Huh? Filthy fuckin’ whore.” He slides his blade across your neck as you give him one final choked cry.

“And cut…”

Rafe smiles, tossing the knife to the floor, the sharp tip piercing into the foundation. With your eyes shut tight, you slowly feel his intensity subside, his muscles relaxing as he releases his grip around you. “My girl…” His voice is like honey in your ear. Your terrorized face melts into a giddy smile as Rafe’s soft lips meet your hot skin, kissing up your neck to the shell of your ear before nuzzling in. You look back through the hole, watching Trent’s eyes shut heavily, the man reaching for his last breaths. You roll your eyes at the sight, relieved to be finally done with him. Fucking loser. I mean, how many orgasms was I gonna have to fake? Even if he tried, he didn't have it in him to make me famous.

“We did it, baby,” Rafe mumbles affectionately. “Fuck, the whole world is gonna be lookin’ at you. America’s new scream queen,” he drawls as he turns your chin, his soft, sweet lips matching yours. You groan as you embrace his warm touch, fantasizing about this new, upcoming chapter in your life. He’s gonna make it all happen.

”Did I do a good job, Daddy?” You ask through a breathy sigh, eyes twinkling.

”Oh, princess… I’m gonna make you a fuckin’ star.”

A special thank you to @shawtycoreee 💕💕💕 it was so much fun working with you!!!!! Your mind and talent is amazing. And you're the sweetest too 🤭💕 mwwwahhh 😘

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https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/765513600148340736/porndirector-au-why-do-i-see-aegon-being-a-good?source=share

This kink talk is literally so hot- Aegon would be such a good one- in a pornstar au the movie that skyrockets him to the spotlight is the movie he makes of his sister Nora and Helly being so hot together- Nora doms poor Hel and overstimulates her pretty pussy (Aegon may or may not have touched himself while they were filming....can you blame him?)

he kinda becomes a pioneer of the hottest incest porn even though he branches out, nothing quite sells like the ones of his sisters, or the rare videos he talks Aemond or Daeron into doing. Aemond to dom one of their sisters, Daeron to be the shy sweet boy that gets his cock sucked by his older sister, hehe.

ALL OF THIS!!!!!

Oh you know their live streams are the best as well; bringing in the money that they don't even need ;)

Daeron is the sweetest bless him; and Nora loves to edge her darling boy

[missypapageorge]

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[daddyhausen]

• faking it — eddie kingston •

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{ summary } — porndirector!eddie x pornstar!reader — eddie notices you visibly faking your orgasms during a scene, gaining no pleasure from your co-star. eddie intends to prove how to properly please a woman

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, pornography, oral sex { female recieving }, fingering, overstimulation, female orgasms, squirting

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{ genre } — smut

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the set was one of the more spectacular you’d been in. sheer curtains, white and almost pearlescent in colour, matching bed sheets neatly folded across a king size bed, decorated with peach and rose gold accents, there was something very regal about it. your robe even matched the aesthetic, it was sheer, a creamy white colour, your modesty barely shielded by the fabric. eddie really went above and beyond for his employees. 

you took a seat at the edge of the bed in waiting, you were supposed to start filming twenty minutes ago yet your co-star had failed to show up as of yet. you twiddled with the tie of your robe, you would not necessarily say you were anxious, not at all, but there was a little bit of uncertainty lying low in your stomach, this co-star was new, at least when it comes to working for eddie, you being the more experienced of the two set a whole new list of expectations.

“you alright, doll?” eddie took a seat beside you, his thick new york accent rang so deliciously through your ears, a strong, almost protective arm wrapped around your shoulder in reassurance. you were his biggest star, each film you star in earns him thousands, if not millions, yet he never saw you as a money maker or an object of wealth. he saw you as human and that was one of the reasons why love working for him. not to mention he was absolutely stunning but that’s a story for another day.

“i’m getting kind of annoyed actually…” mentioning to your co-star who was still a no show. 

“if that little shit is not here in five minutes, i might have to take his place” eddie winked with a soft chuckle.

“just get yourself ready, dollface” eddie mentioned to the headboard, motioning for you to sit up against it, one to which you happily obliged, watching on as he went to speak with the camera crew. your relationship with eddie had always been filled with flirtatious banter, it never delved more than that, despite the many times where it could have. you did not want to sabotage your career or reputation, who knows what rumours would spread if it came to light that you were fucking your director, hypothetically speaking.

you felt yourself disassociating for a moment, fumbling with the ends of your sheer silk robe, only peering up when eddie’s voice rang out through the small studio set. 

“you’re late.” his voice boomed with displeasure. you peered across to see a scrawny looking man, with haphazard, oh lets be real, shitty tattoos that looked like a toddler scribbled on him with a sharpie. you already knew this was going to be a rough day even before he showed up, only seeing it being worse from here on out. he went to mutter something only for eddie to cut him off mid sentence and order him to join you on the bed. 

you gave him a small nod in acknowledgement just to be professional, one of which he completely dismissed, it was bad enough that eddie had already felt disrespected by him due to his lack of time management, more so now that he had rubbed you, no pun intended, the wrong way as well. great , just great… 

he simply stripped himself, barely acknowledging your presence as he did so. you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and chalk it down to just nerves although you had some serious doubts about that. you stripped yourself of your rope, handing it to eddie’s assistant who was waiting by the bedside, you could feel his gaze fixated on you and not in a comfortable way like it was with your other co-stars, it was more as if he thought of you as an object rather than an actress, or a human for that matter. 

“nice tits” he smugly smirked with a cocky tone in his voice. it surely was not the complement he thought it was. if you weren’t turned off already you surely were now. eddie even gave you a look of concern, he certainly would not make you fuck anyone you were uncomfortable with. you gave him a small nod, noting that it was alright to proceed with filming

-   

it was the same as always, a camera harshly poised on your delicate features, bright lights leaving a heavenly glow on your pristine skin, although this time you had an incompetent  co-star’s head buried between your luscious thighs. the scene was repetitive, tiresome, a bore, each time his tongue roughly swiped across your clit, you felt nothing, no arousal, no pleasure, frankly you seemed even more turned off if you must be honest. it honestly baffled you that someone in this profession was so lacklustre at giving pleasure. 

but, a job is a job and you were determined to put on a show, even if it means sacrificing your pleasure, or lack thereof in this case. he tugged your hips, rather harshly, pulling you down onto his tongue, you’d never seen a man so pussy-drunk, eating you out like his life depended on it, not seeming to realise how uncomfortable you felt in that moment. frankly it was quite embarrassing. sure you gave you a couple of orgasms, albeit fake ones to speed up the process and get this scene over with, so you could retreat back to your hotel room for the night and masturbate your problems away. 

“fucking slut, your pussy taste so fucking good” he muttered against your folds, you felt yourself cringe internally at his statement, lets just hope the camera did not catch your reaction. you let out a long moan, a fake, exaggerated one, flinging your head back in faux pleasure, mouth hung agape to accentuate the act. a sight which did not go unnoticed by your director. eddie’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight, tilting his head with annoyance. you repeated the action, pulling your hips back away from your co-star’s tongue only for him to dive deeper into your void. 

“stop, stop. cut the fucking cameras” eddie’s voice bellowed with rage. eddie was furious, prying your co-star from between your thighs, grasping him by the bicep..

“you call that pleasing a woman?!” eddie took the position between your thighs, an act you’d wanted even since you started working with him. he hooked his arms under your thighs, propping your legs up onto his shoulders. 

“this is how you fucking please a woman.” 

eddie’s tongue dove between your thighs, the pleasure was instant, like a new wave of euphoria had crashed over you in that moment. his movements were rough but not painful, his tongue caressing your most sensitive areas pulling away at times when you needed a break, only to repeat the entire process again and again. 

he was skilled, soft moans and harsh growls filled your void, his fingers, the phantoms of his fingertips ghosted across your clit in the absence of his tongue, softly swirling circles into your delicate pearl, only to interchange every so often between his tongue.

“eddie…” you whimpered, feeling your thighs already begin to shake from the overstimulation his tongue provided. he was a man possessed with the need to make you cum, he was determined to prove a point of the incompetence of your co-star. in response to your pleasured whimpers, he pulled you closer onto his tongue, sucking and lightly nipping at your clit, two of his fingers filling your sweet cunt until you spilled over, body shuddering with pleasure, sweetness soaking the satin bed sheets below. it was the most intense, mind numbing orgasm you’d ever experienced in your life. 

eddie pulled away breathlessly, your sweetness soaked in his beard, licking his lips, savouring your taste. he simply turned to your co-star, an enraged look across his lips, quickly turning back to help you up before addressing him.

“you’re fired” he simply spoke, having his assistant drag your now former co-star off the premises. eddie turned to you, fixing some of the stray hairs that had fallen in front of your eyes, using his thumb to clean some of the smudged mascara under your eyes.

“get some rest, doll…i’ll see you tomorrow” 

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

[obetrolncocktails]

…

porndirector!sam directing reader and pornstar!danny

OH NOW THATS A SPIN!!! I’d have to be careful if I were to do this. I’m not into Sanny fics!

But 👀👀👀 could be interesting!!!

[rowdydevs]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

hockey!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝐵𝒶𝓇 𝒟𝑜𝓌𝓃⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

frat!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒞𝒶𝓂𝓅 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

mobboss!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

perv!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

assassin!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓂𝓇 & 𝓂𝓇𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓃

bestfriend!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈

bodyguard!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈

𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇’𝓈 𝓇𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃’ 𝑒𝓋𝑒

boyfriend!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂

𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒

𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒

college!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝓉𝑜�� ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

cowboy!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃

dark!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒

dilf!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓂𝓇. 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓃 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

𝒹𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎

frat!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈

𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎.

𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒

hockey!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃’ 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓍

lovecoach!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽

older!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎

𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷

of!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒

perv!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀𝑒 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

𝓎𝑜𝓊.

porndirector!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓍.

professor!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

𝓉𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈

sharing!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

sistersboyfriend!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝒶𝓅𝓇è𝓈 𝓈𝓀𝒾

sub!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈

twin!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⋆.°🧸๋ྀི࣭

edit used: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT27VGy72/

[hookedonapirate]

My Captain Swan Fics

A collection of my work

These are stories that are either finished or that I am currently working on. 

~*One Shots*~

Definitely Not Over You

Rated: T

Words: 4,443

Summary:

The one where Emma is in love with her best friend and leaves a drunken message on his phone, claiming she’s over him. (She’s not over him.)

Based off of an episode of Friends - The one where Ross find out.

Rated Teen and Up for cursing, drinking and CS bed sharing in their underwear (not necessarily in that order).

Oh Daddy

Rated: Explicit

Summary: When Emma had started listening to CaptainHook's audios online, she had imagined meeting the man responsible for her first orgasm with his accented words and dirty talk alone, imagined what it would be like to actually be with him, but she never thought she actually would.

So NOT Pregnant

Rated: G

Words: 815

Summary: Emma didn’t believe them when they told her she was pregnant.

Handprints On My Soul

Rated: M

Words: 15,011

Summary: Leaving home and a career as a roller coaster engineer on a whim with his six-year-old daughter was one of the last things Killian Jones wanted to do. But after falling in love with someone he’d met online to find out he’d been catfished, it seemed like the best idea. It seems even more appealing when Emma Swan, musician and bartender at a charming Irish Pub, enters his life… even if his brother and daughter have to be the ones to help him realize it.

Rated M for a dash of salty language and a pinch of smut.

Arrest Me, Officer

Rated: T 

Words: 4,085

Summary: "I met my husband when I went running outside with no clothes on as a dare. He was the cop who arrested me."

Every Night

Rated: G

Words: 1,737

Summary: Based on this prompt with the roles reversed: "It's midnight when Emma hears someone playing the piano in the apartment above her. They're playing the song from Titanic 'My heart will go on'. She opens her door and yells 'Jack'. The music stops and she hears someone running down the hall above her shouting 'Rose'."

Nothing but a Dirty Pirate

Rated: M

Words: 2,031

Summary: Canon divergent post-Neverland based on a prompt from anonymous. David walks in on Emma and Killian during lazy morning sex and completely flips out.

Washing the Nightmares Away

Rate: M

Words: 1,956

Summary: Captain Swan fluff and sexy time in the bathtub to help Emma forget about the nightmares after the events of the Underworld.

Something Just Like This

Rated: M

Words: 1,369

Summary: A take on the first time Killian and Emma consider having their wedding on the sea. Post engagement.

She’s All I Need

Rated: T

Words: 1,097

Summary: Happily married to Emma Swan, Killian tries to explain to his fellow Naval Officers why he’s not interested in going to strip clubs whenever they ask him. Modern AU.

Toilet Paper, Tampons and the Hot Guy in the Checkout Lane

Rated: T

Words: 1,737

Summary: While Emma makes a run to the grocery store for some essential items, she gets embarrassed when she runs into a hot British guy in the checkout lane. Modern AU.

Sweaters, Lingerie and Sex in the Fitting Room

Rated: M

Words: 2,902

Summary: Sequel to Toilet Paper, Tampons and the Hot Guy in the Checkout Lane. Modern AU.

Dammit Ruby!

Rated: T

Words: 4,432

Summary: Ruby sets Emma up on a blind date and forces her to go shopping. While Emma is in the fitting room, Ruby decides it’d be funny to steal all of Emma’s clothes, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. As she decides she’s just going to have to try to sneak out in her underwear and hope no one notices, she bumps into another shopper and later learns his name is Killian Jones, Emma’s blind date. Humor and revenge ensue. Modern AU. 

Give Me Some Sugar

Rated: G

Words: 5,287

Summary: Owning a cupcake and candy shop has always been Killian’s dream and managing a Hallmark Store was far from a fairy tale for Emma. But when piercing blue-eyed Irish man meets green-eyed, sassy blonde, it just might be a match made in heaven. Every holiday and special occasion, they both buy product from each other for their family and significant others, until one year when they both end up single on Valentine’s Day and exchange more than just cards and sweets. Sweet and fluffy modern AU.

Unexpected

Rated: M

Words: 5,361

Summary: “I don’t know how to say this, love, but I think you’re pregnant.” An angsty and smutty piece where Killian is an ob-gyn who knocks up the gorgeous blonde pediatrician during a casual tryst at the hospital. Modern AU.

May the Tides Wash Away Our Sins

Rated: M

Words: 11,151

Summary: Emma Swan is the sheriff who takes up jogging along the sandy shores of Storybrooke. Killian Jones is the town priest who enjoys his morning dips in the ocean. She’s a woman of the law and he’s a man of God. Their love for the beach initially pulls them in, but their duties and beliefs keep them apart. Until they don’t. A Sheriff!Emma and Priest!Killian AU where temptation leads to broken laws and broken oaths.

~*Completed Multi Chapters*~ 

To Play the Game (and win your heart)

Rated: M

12 Chapters

Summary: Some people would call it a job, but to Emma and her sister, Milah, it’s a game of the heart. Play by the rules and you’ll never get hurt.

Whatever you call swindling wealthy men out of their money, this con-artist duo has it down to a tee. Milah sets up an available, rich man and gets him to marry her. Emma seduces and lures the husband into having an affair so he’ll get caught in the act. He then loses his money in the ensuing divorce.

The sisters wear a coat of armor around their hearts to keep them intact, but when they set their sights on their next mark, professional golfer Killian “Hook” Jones, Emma never imagined how hard the game could be and how easily her heart could be stolen—especially when she switches roles with Milah and becomes the one exchanging vows with the gorgeous multi-millionaire.

A Dollar for Your Time, Two for Your Heart

Rated: G

Chapters: 2/2

Summary: When Killian’s roommate, David, talks him into babysitting his sister’s twins without her knowledge one night, it turns out to be the best mistake Killian’s ever made. A Babysitter!Killian modern AU.

Hands of an Artist, Lips of an Angel

Rated: T 

Chapters: 2/2

Summary: “You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup, so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I want to kiss you so badly.” A Celebrity!Killian and MakeupArtist!Emma modern AU.

Happy Accident 

Rated: M

Chapters: 2/2

Summary: Killian receives an unforgettable pic from a stranger. Modern AU that I turned into a 14 chapter fic For Your Eyes Only where sexting between two strangers turns into something more.

On the Virge

Rated: M

Chapters: 10/10

Summary: Emma Swan is an aspiring filmmaker struggling to get a job in Hollywood. When she lands an editing position at a porn production studio and has to collaborate with the director, Killian Jones, she realizes it’s definitely more than she bargained for. Based on the movie, Finding Bliss. Contains obscene language, sexual humor and an added epilogue that’s purely based on the theme. PornDirector!Killian Modern AU.

Writings on the Wall

Rated: M

Chapters 11/11

Summary: Emma and Killian become best friends in an orphanage when they are thirteen and after they reunite years later, they add a physical component to their friendship. When true feelings are finally revealed, will it tear their friendship apart or turn it into something more? Modern Lieutenant Duckling/Captain Swan best friends to lovers AU. 

Sweet Salutations 

Rated: M

Chapters: 20/20

Summary: Killian Jones is the new Deputy of Storybrooke, where he wasn’t expecting to be working at such a small police station and he definitely wasn’t expecting the Sheriff’s daughter, who owns a bakery across the street. He’s quickly hoping to taste more than just the creme-filled pastries she’s offering him. A sugary themed modern AU.

Breathe Again

Rated: M

Chapters: 21/21

Summary: The world came crashing down on Killian Jones when he found out his wife was having an affair. While in the midst of a divorce, he moves across town and starts taking his son to a daycare recommended by his best friend. When he meets Emma Nolan, another single parent who’s going through a similar experience, will they be able to help each other mend their broken hearts? A modern AU about two single parents finding love again after divorce. 

~WIP~

A Helping Hand

Rated: M

Chapters 5/?

Summary: “My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised.” A modern AU Neighbor trope with a very interesting meet, Liam/Emma friendship, jealous Killian, sexual themes.

The Swan Stripper

Rated: M

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Killian despises even the thought of going to a strip club, but a certain blonde stripper might change his mind. Modern Stripper!Emma AU. This started as a one-shot but I’m considering expanding it due to popular demand, just haven’t gotten around to it yet. I will also be throwing in another trope but it’s an added twist so I can’t say what it is.

Wild At Heart

Rated: M

Chapters 4/?

Summary: Born and raised by rich parents, Emma Nolan has always done what’s expected of her, from what clothes to wear to what school to attend, what career to pursue and even who to marry. After graduating from Harvard and going back home to Storybrooke, South Carolina, she agrees to marry Oz Walsh by the wishes of her parents. With a year of engagement behind her, she goes to Boston for business and has to fly back home to get to her wedding. What happens when she has a run-in at the airport with a dashing, blue-eyed thief who is apparently bound and determined to throw a wrench in all of her plans? Will she make it back to Storybrooke on time for her wedding or will she find her home along the way? A road trip modern AU that I am currently in the process of updating.

Tangled Up In Blue

Rated: M

Chapters: 23/?

Summary: Fear for her unborn child, a bruised and broken Emma Swan is determined to escape an abusive marriage. After she drives a long way from home to a small town in Maine, she doesn’t think her life could get more complicated… that is until she ends up falling for her OBGYN, a blue-eyed British man who’s shielded his heart from love long ago. But he may be just what she needs to begin her healing process and start a new life for her child. If only nothing gets in the way. Pregnant!Emma and Ob-gyn!Killian modern AU that includes violence, explicit language, smut and a various assortment of trigger warnings. If you’re looking for a story with lots of pregnancy fluff and smut and some angst thrown in the mix, this is your fic.

~*WIPs on the back-burner that I plan on finishing in the future but not anytime soon*~

Until I Met You

Rated: M

Chapters 6/?

Summary: Killian Jones is a pharmaceutical sales rep and notorious womanizer who’s never been in love. When he meets Emma Swan, an alluring 26 year old with Parkinson’s Disease, his life changes forever. The Love and Other Drugs AU with my own take.

Box It Up And Ship It

Rated T

Chapters 6/?

Summary: Looking to get their box company off the ground, Emma and her brother pair with a moving business owned by the Jones brothers. Will Emma be able to work together with the arrogant co-owner, Killian, or will they clash? Modern enemies to lovers AU

All stories also available on fanfiction.net

[ao3feed-yoonjin]

A shower scene

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2o4FrHn

by wordsinsilence

Yoongi couldn't figure out what was more appealing: Seokjin naked in the shower, or the water itself. pornstar!Seokjin, porndirector!Yoongi

Words: 1039, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga

Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Romance, Fluff and Crack, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Why Did I Write This?, Porn Watching, I Tried

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2o4FrHn

[coventrycocktails-blog]

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[rafesthroatbaby]

AHHHH SHIT 😮‍💨 @rafeyscurtainbangs knows how fucking excited I was for porndirector!rafe 🥲 all the tease from the last weeks of her mentioning it.. it’s finally here 💦 girls y’all fucking killed it , like I’m really so obsessed and wetter than a bikini 😩 y’all need to make him a permanent thing , I need him FOREVER !!! fucking love his attitude 😵‍💫 like daddy I’ll do whatever you want me to do 🙏🏼

“𝐗” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚗𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 | 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

𝖈𝖔-𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍: @shawtycoreee

𝓇𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓎𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 - 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝑜𝓃𝑒

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱/𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔢

⚠️ warnings contain spoilers ⚠️

Kissing, swearing, pussy slapping, cheating, CNC, name calling, degradation, hair pulling, murder, blood, gore, ownership kink, rough sex, praise, change in POVs

📖 Famous porn director Rafe Cameron hires you to shoot a porno with your boyfriend at his big, beautiful house in Figure Eight.

🔪 "I'm her boyfriend," his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, staring him down.

"Sure you are," Rafe smiles." 🔪

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Reader’s POV:

“What are you freakin’ out for, baby?” Trent scoffs, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You cross your arms, relaxing a little more in the seat as you kick your feet on the dash.

”Obviously, I’m freaking out over nothing,” you clip, rolling your eyes away and huffing out a frustrated breath. You look out the window, watching as the scenery changes—weathered beach shacks and hole-in-the-wall businesses of The Cut exchanged for the luxury of Figure Eight. Your stomach twists in nervous knots—a feeling deep in your gut that your life was about to change forever.

”This right here… This is the big time, sugar. You see where we are? This man has money. You wanna be a star, don’t you? You want the whole world to know your name. Right?”

“‘Course I wanna be a star, Trent. Rafe just freaks me out.” You twirl your hair in nervousness. “I don’t know. Doesn’t he creep you out?” You ask, feeling goosebumps scatter on your arms, uneasiness setting in as you get closer.

“I mean, the man has a starin’ problem, sure, but ain’t that his job? He’s supposed to be catchin’ everything. He directs pornos… Pretty sure that comes with the territory.”

“I guess,” you sigh, loosening up slightly at his explanation—a soft smile forming on your face.

Trent grins at your cooperation, “atta girl,” he purrs, lovingly patting your thigh. “You know, baby, at the end of the day, the director havin’ a little crush on you ain’t the worst thing in the world. If this goes well, who knows what’ll happen? Maybe he’ll keep askin’ us back. Keep feedin’ our pockets. You know I’m right.”

“You’re right,” you assure.

“Well, would you look at this?” Trent breathes as you drive onto the grounds of Tanneyhill, pulling up the drive, eyeing the mini-mansion before you. It’s gorgeous, perfectly groomed, the definition of excess. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before, let alone fucked in. You suck in a deep breath at the monumental sight before you, riding an indescribable high.

“We’re shootin’ here?” You ask, an ounce of awe in your voice as you gaze upward. The two of you usually set up in some dingy motel on The Cut— the pair of you too used to sticky tiles, stained mattresses, and peeling wallpaper. This was far from the norm.

“What did I say, baby doll? This is the big time.” He shrugs brashly, flashing you a wolfish grin—you swore you could see dollar signs dancing in his eyes.

“The big time,” you echo, exhaling shakily. Trent leans towards, cupping your cheeks in his hands before kissing you softly.

“I know you’re still nervous, but you gotta settle down, pretty girl. You got that X factor… Don’t get in your head.” you nod slowly, drinking his every word.

“I won’t,” you whisper.

Trent looks at the clock on the dash, two minutes past two. He sighs before giving you one last push. “You're special, y/n. Ain't nobody else out there like you. Now, giddyup, time is money. Let’s go make some movie magic. Huh?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip in anticipation and excitement. Trent quickly steps out of the car, walking around to your side before opening the door. You step out onto the pavement, your sky-high Pleaser heels hitting the ground with a loud clack. You adjust your little cut-off jean shorts, pulling the fabric down before fixing your tits. You were ready— ready to star in the film that would ultimately change your life.

“You’re a fuckin’ sex symbol, princess,” he praises as he smacks your ass playfully. You blush at his words, a burst of sensuality swaying in your stride.

“I am, aren’t I,” you smile blissfully as you look up to the sky, basking in the North Carolina sun. The two of you stroll up the cobblestone walk to the front doors of the place, your nerves subsiding with every step. Trent lifts his fist to knock on the door but before he can even make contact, it fans open.

“Welcome,” you hear Rafe’s warm voice. He looks expensive; extremely handsome, his voice not doing him enough justice over the phone. “Come in.” The two of you step inside, eyes dancing around as you take everything in. “Didn’t think you two were comin’,” Rafe rasps as he slides a cigarette out from behind his ear, resting it between his lips.

“We’re five minutes late,” you whisper to Trent, who gives you a look of warning to shut the fuck up.

“If you ain’t early, you’re late,” Rafe breathes through his exhale.

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly as the blonde towers over you, looking down at you with a predatory stare.

“You got nothin’ to be sorry about, princess. You weren’t drivin’. Were you?” He asks as he hooks his finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to his. You shake your head ‘no’, batting your lashes at the beautiful man. “You’re fuckin’ stunning,” he praises as his crystal blue eyes stare into yours. “I’m gonna make you a star, honey. I promise,” he murmurs, making a small kissing gesture, before giving you a cheeky wink. Trent was right. This could be good for me. This could be it.

“Okay,” you smile up at him, feeling your heart start to race.

“First hallway on the left,” Rafe nods, gesturing down the way. The deeper you two walk into the estate, the deeper your amazement. Movie posters line the walls of the dark hall, porno cover after cover illuminated by the chandelier light fixtures from up above. All of them had the same name plastered in the top-left corner: Rafe Cameron. You look over your shoulder, watching as he watches you, feeling a little starstruck after seeing his successes. His eyes lift from your ass to your eyes, a smug smile tugging on his perfect lips.

“What’s this,” you whisper as you walk into the room, eyeing the setup: a two cameras on the ready, studio lighting, but no bed… Nothing. Your brows rumple in confusion as you look back at the director. “We’re shootin’ a porno. Correct? You expect me to get fucked on the floor like some kind of animal?” You ask, only half-kidding. Rafe chuckles in reply, amused by your sincere distrust in him. He let out a puff before pointing his cigarette toward the wall.

“See that, angel? Your friend goes on this side. N’ you will go on the other. There’s a camera ready to capture that pretty little face of yours. You see that hole right there. That’s a gloryhole. M’kay. This is just the first scene, though, honey. Wanna get this one out of the way. So—” he claps, rubbing his ringed hands together “—let's get started.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” Trent challenges, too prideful to let the little “friend” comment go.

”What?” Rafe chuckles cruelly, Trent's correction given so far after the fact that it’s laughable.

”I’m her boyfriend,” his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, puffing out his chest slightly.

“Sure you are,” Rafe smiles. Trent’s cheeks flush with anger; you take your turn, silencing him, giving Trent a death glare. “Well, in this flick, you aren’t. She’s mine. Well, the brothels anyway. You’re just payin’ for pussy.”

Trent clenches his fists; his anger bubbling in his chest. “Yes, sir,” he mumbles, taking the higher road for the moment.

“Let me show you where you’ll be tapin’-”

“Do you want me to come with?” Trent interjects as his possessiveness starts to bleed through. He’s surprised by Rafe, that’s clear, unable to deny Rafe’s wickedly handsome looks, regardless of whether he is creepy or not. Rafe fixes his face, holding back a laugh as he catches your boyfriend’s newfound insecurities.

“Nah. I got it. We’ll start rollin’ in a second, lover-boy. You’ll keep your clothes on to start, then zipper down, cock out after I call action. We’ll go from there,” Rafe directs, his eyes never leaving yours.

“N’what’s she gonna wear?” Trent questions wearily as if you aren’t all aware.

“Jesus, fuck,” Rafe grumbles, just over a hush, getting more and more annoyed by the second. “We’re shootin’ a porno, kid. The fuck do you think she’s gonna wear?” He spits. “Are you a goddamn pussy or a porn star?”

“I’m… Sh-Shit - I’m a porn star obvio-”

“That was a rhetorical question,” Rafe taunts. “Pull your head out of your ass or I’ll find someone else to fuck your girl. Understood?”

”Understood,” Trent breathes.

“N’you… Looks like Trent’s stage fright is rubbin’ off on you. I’ve watched all your shit. Every last one of ‘em. Don’t let anyone get in your way. Aight?” Rafe throws his spent cigarette on the floor, crushing it with the heel of his designer loafer. “‘Specially that bitch,” he hums, his words like a secret. You look up at Rafe, giving him an uneasy smile as his large hand rests on your back, leading you out of the room toward the other.

You look back at Trent as the two of you walk out of the room, his emotions so clearly painted all over his face as he wears his heart on his sleeve. You give him one last look, a silent ‘pull your shit together’. He’s not gonna ruin this for me. Rafe guides you to the other room; that same hole cut into the wall, a bed flush with the division, a camera pointing down where you’ll lie. “You need some help gettin’ out of your things, sweetheart?” He asks from behind the lens, playing around with the angles. He turns his full attention to you, eyes trailing your movements.

“No, I’m fine,” you breathe as you unbutton your shorts, the splaying of the zipper making him lick his lips. He looks at you hungrily as you pull the material over your curves, cut-offs falling to a puddle at your heels. He stops himself from wanting to take you right then and there.

“Well, shit,” he praises as he steps closer, eyeing the minimal material of your panties. “These just might be too pretty to take off,” he hums as his long finger loops around the band at your hip, snapping it against your skin, making you gasp at the sensation tingling through your body. “Can I?” He asks as he plays with your panties a little more. You give him a nod, Rafe quickly running his rough digits along the fabric, tugging them to the side, imagining a cock ramming into your soaked hole. “Mmpfh… Shit. Off - Yeah. Yeah. Off, I think. Honestly, I don’t think I could make a mistake with you if I tried,” he praises, his low, husky tone laced with lust. Rafe loops his fingers around the material, dragging your panties down your thighs slowly. His fingers work their way up your leg, drifting under your tube top as if to take it off. “Pussy’s too pretty not to show.” You step back as you grab your top, pulling it off your body. The blonde smirks as you take the initiative, his eyes wandering to your exposed chest. Rafe lets out a hungry groan as your boobs bounce out, nipples hard from the chilled air. “Well, you look like a star, baby doll. There’s no denyin’ that,” he groans in a sleazy tone as he spins you under his finger, studying your curves.

“Thank you,” you add, cheeks warming up under his watchful eye, loving his attention. Rafe grabs your hand, helping you to the table, before lifting you onto the plush top. You gasp as he uses his muscles, pulling you exactly where he wants you with a heavy hand. Your heart beats faster, seeing his sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your reaction.

He walks over to the camera, checking the lens, catching his angle before adjusting to the perfect spot. “Alright, pretty. Let’s get this scene outta the way, and then we can all film in the same room. Yeah? I’m guessing your boy isn’t gonna make you finish like this. No fake orgasms. Clear? I need the real deal.” You nod in agreement one moment, jumping the next, as Trent's fingers graze the inside of your thighs.

“You doin’ okay in there, baby?” He asks softly.

“M’Perfect, Trent,” you chirp.

“You are perfect. Aren’t you, princess,” Rafe pipes in, shooting you another wink that has your breath hitching. Trent’s fingers press on your pearl, rubbing soft circles on top, prepping you as Rafe walks around to the other side.

Your eyes flutter shut as you try to focus on the conversation on the other side— just a jumbled mess of Rafe and Trent, nothing comprehensible. Music surrounds you, filling the small room with sound, that same noise coming from the other room as well, Rafe, setting an ambiance.

Trent’s POV:

“Focus on her… Focus on, y/n,” I chant in my head again and again as my fingers glide through her drenched cunt. She’s so fuckin’ wet. Wetter than usual. I know this pussy like the back of my hand. Someone got her excited, and I knew exactly who it was.

Sure, he’s creepy; we both knew that before we walked in, but I didn’t know he would be so fucking handsome. She wants to be a star. I WANT her to be a star, but I can’t get her there like he can. Anyone can fuck… He’s got the means and the power. Just gotta get through this. Gotta bring her home and remind her all the reasons she loves me, but is love enough?

“Trent? You good, brother?” Rafe asks, looking back at me like I’m some kinda fool. His eyes fall, his scowl shifting to a smile, but not at me, watching as my fingers toy with my girl's perfect cunt. My girl. Mine. I lift my hand to my mouth, suckin’ her taste off my fingers.

“Never better,” I rasp.

Rafe’s brows lift in surprise at the change in my tone. Even I hear it, boyish and insecure to deep and cocky. Fuck this guy. I slap my fingers against her cunt, making her whimper, letting Rafe hear her for himself. “Yeah, buddy. She’s ready, too,” I laugh, watching his handsome features sharpen.

“Alls you gotta do is fuck her. Think you can do that?” He asks sharply as he extends his hand, snapping and pointing to the mark on the floor beside him.

”You’ve seen my shit, Cameron. You know I got no problem with that; that’s why you’re payin’ me to fuck my girlfriend. Yeah?” I respond matter-of-factly as I step away from the wall, shuffling out of the frame.

A smile slides across his lips, his large, muscular arms crossing over his chest. “Absolutely,” he replies. “Just step in when I call ‘action’, Star Boy.” Rafe steps behind the camera, counting me on. “Action.” I walk toward the wall, taking her in like it’s the very first time.

“Well fuck,” I groan as I peek at my girl through the division, my cock painfully hard in my jeans from a mixture of adrenaline and arousal. Rafe shifts the camera, catching the scene as I lower my zipper, pulling out my dick. I smile wickedly, tongue gliding along my bottom lip. He may be hotter than me, but, fuck, if I ain’t hung like a porn star. I hold my long, thick cock in my hand, jerking myself at the sight of her, letting a needy moan drip from my lips. “You got a pretty pussy. Don’t you, slut?” I mumble.

I grab my fat cock, running my head through her soaked folds, coating my tip with her slick as I throw my head back. I trace my dick a little lower, tip catching on her tight hole, teasing her, stretching her out slightly with my swollen tip. She scoots a little closer, ass pressed even further against the wall, craving more of me. Good girl. My deep moan fills the room as I pitch my hips forward, filling her to the hilt. The music in the room is loud, but I can still hear her sweet noises through the hole. Hear that, Rafe?

“Goddamnit… You always this wet for your customers?” I ask as I pull out, slamming back in fast. “Or are you just this wet for Daddy?” I let out a laugh, desperately wanting to look back and see the look on Rafe’s face as her sounds of pleasure come through with every rock and thrust. I press my hands against the wall, using it as leverage to stroke even quicker, fucking into my girl fast. He wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, baby.

I hear a whistle, catching my attention. I look behind the camera, but Rafe’s not there anymore. What the fuck? My thrusts stall; the hairs on the back of my neck stand up….

“SHIT!”

Reader’s POV:

The sounds of your pleasure flow like a song from your lips, breathy and soft, just like your audience loves. You break the fourth wall, looking at the camera for a moment, running your hands up your body, taking hold of your tits, squeezing them tight. You roll your eyes as Trent drags his long, thick cock out of your drenched pussy, slamming back in again, making you wail.

He takes a quicker pace, shifting his stance, hitting a new angle that has you seeing stars. His cockhead strikes your sweet spot with each stroke, bringing you closer and closer to your finish. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” You cry out, back arching off the bed as you cum all over your boyfriend's cock. He doesn’t let up, working you through your orgasm with precision, adding his fingers to your clit as well, your body trembling with overstimulation. You feel a second release, squirting on his dick, making an absolute mess in the other room. Trent taps your clit, making tears pool in your lidded eyes.

He pulls out, causing you to gasp at the loss of him, the man pointing his tip at your pussy, jerking his cock quickly, spurting warm ropes of cum on your pretty little cunt. Goosebumps spread across your body as his sticky cum slips down your folds. He traces his throbbing tip through you, catching the mess before stuffing himself back inside.

His large hand reaches through the slight space in the hole as well, pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach, making you whimper and whine. Your heart and stomach fall as that same hand drags back. RC etched into a gold ring on his middle finger, a crimson trail of red blood following on your belly. You scream in terror as he pulls out, you, crawling backward on the bed to put space between you and the man on the other side. “TRENT!” You shriek at the top of your lungs. You look through the hole as Rafe walks away, watching as he follows Trent, who’s dragging himself along the floor, trailing a thick streak of blood behind him.

Your hands clamp over your mouth, muffling another cry as Rafe draws back a knife, stabbing him once, twice, three times. Your eyes slam shut, and your body falls into a state of complete and utter shock. You look for a way out— the window or the door. He’d surely be walking in any second. Maybe I can jump out the window and run to the car? But I don’t have keys. Maybe I can just run. You leap off the bed, running toward the window, grabbing it, pulling it with all your might, but it doesn’t budge.

“HELP ME!” You cry out, snatching your heel off your foot, slamming it against the glass again and again, watching as a crack splits and starts to spider. “Yes. Yes,” you sniffle, relieved the glass is giving. You hit it even harder, sending shards flying all over the room.

You look over your shoulder, watching the brass handle twist out of the corner of your eye, opening slowly. Rafe stands there, staring back at you with dead, dark eyes, his crisp button-down and unzipped slacks a mess with Trent’s blood. You swallow hard, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, playing it off like maybe you don’t know what happened in the other room. Rafe's gaze lowers, landing on the bloodied streak on your bare stomach, your cowering body telling a story all of its own.

Shit.

He lunges for you, and you bound away, sprinting toward the door, tears streaming down your face. "Rafe, please stop," your voice trembles.

"I just wanna talk..." His tone is calm and collected, more unsettling than not, as you grab the doorknob, jarring the handle open to no avail. You shake your head wildly, wiping your tears on your arm as he stalks you nice and slow. He looks down at you with crazed eyes as he foots closer and closer, holding his blood-stained arms in the air to induce calmness in you. "Don’t worry, princess," he whispers. “I’ll make it quick.”

You scream as loud as you can, your voice echoing through the house. You prayed that someone—anyone would hear you. "P-Please, Rafe. Please!" You cry, snot pouring from your nose as your emotions run hot down your cheeks. Your heart beats out of your chest as your throat closes tighter by the second. “Please," you sniffle, “don’t kill me.” Rafe grabs you, tearing you away from the door by your hair. Your entire body trembles against his broad chest, his big arms making it next to impossible to fight free. "Rafe-"

You're cut off as he wraps his strong arm around your throat from the back, his other hand clutching the knife. You feel the point of the blade prod into your back, nerves jumping at the feeling. You scream one last time, surrendering to the man, praying that he’ll make it fast. He pulls you right where he wants you, angling the two of you in line with the camera. You’re finished; this is the end. You begin to weep softly, hiccuping and sniffling pathetically, looking back at your horrified face in the reflection of the camera lens.

Rafe turns into your neck as his large knife traces up your naked body coated in blood. “Why’d you think I asked you here? Huh? Filthy fuckin’ whore.” He slides his blade across your neck as you give him one final choked cry.

“And cut…”

Rafe smiles, tossing the knife to the floor, the sharp tip piercing into the foundation. With your eyes shut tight, you slowly feel his intensity subside, his muscles relaxing as he releases his grip around you. “My girl…” His voice is like honey in your ear. Your terrorized face melts into a giddy smile as Rafe’s soft lips meet your hot skin, kissing up your neck to the shell of your ear before nuzzling in. You look back through the hole, watching Trent’s eyes shut heavily, the man reaching for his last breaths. You roll your eyes at the sight, relieved to be finally done with him. Fucking loser. I mean, how many orgasms was I gonna have to fake? Even if he tried, he didn't have it in him to make me famous.

“We did it, baby,” Rafe mumbles affectionately. “Fuck, the whole world is gonna be lookin’ at you. America’s new scream queen,” he drawls as he turns your chin, his soft, sweet lips matching yours. You groan as you embrace his warm touch, fantasizing about this new, upcoming chapter in your life. He’s gonna make it all happen.

”Did I do a good job, Daddy?” You ask through a breathy sigh, eyes twinkling.

”Oh, princess… I’m gonna make you a fuckin’ star.”

A special thank you to @shawtycoreee 💕💕💕 it was so much fun working with you!!!!! Your mind and talent is amazing. And you're the sweetest too 🤭💕 mwwwahhh 😘

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