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the top five songs on my !reader’s playlists + their names

a/n: i randomly got this idea and thought it might be cute

cw: none

cherub!reader ₊˚⊹♡ mlist

doll!reader ₊˚⊹♡ mlist

sweetheart!reader ₊˚⊹♡ mlist

raven!reader ₊˚⊹♡ mlist

darling!reader ₊˚⊹♡ mlist

sugar!reader ₊˚⊹♡ mlist

tags: @eatmylocket @soangelbaby @bradshawed @sugaredbambi @rafesangelita @rafessecret @inspiredangel @et6rnalsun @st6ined @acklesangel @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @littlelamy @inbred-eater @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @barrysluv @sturn777

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where it all began . . .

vampire!rafe waking up after turning ( part 0.5 )

the time was a little after midnight, and the night air had a cold bite to it. the only source of light was the dim glow of the streetlights that illuminated the sidewalks.

a distant voice startled rafe awake, his palms immediately going straight to his head to try and ease the pain that was suddenly there.

"sir, are you doing okay? are you injured?" the stranger was asking, their footsteps loud in rafe's ears as they started to edge closer.

rafe slowly turned around, following the sound of the voice that was behind him.

a horror movie scream escaped the woman when she got a look at him, or better yet, when she saw the state of him.

blood was smeared across the bottom of his face, and was also soaking through his blue polo shirt, no doubt staining the tanned skin beneath.

he looked at the horrified woman with his own look of pure confusion, that was until glanced down at his hands. hands that were soaked in the dark red liquid that was now drying and flaking off his skin.

blood blood blood. that's all rafe could see, and that's all he could think about.

find the introduction to vampire!rafe here . . .

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doll!reader getting jealous of fiancé!rafe and her little brother

doll!reader mlist

cw: fluff, sibling core, teasing

you didn’t expect that stepping back into the living room would mean finding your fiancé completely captured by a little gremlin called alexander. which would’ve been cute, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had been gone for two minutes and already lost your spot on your man.

you stood frozen for a second, taking it in, and a feeling of jealousy tugged at your chest. rafe was in full golden retriever mode, looking so gentle as he was totally focused on helping the four-year-old fit puzzle pieces together.

“alright, lil’ man,” rafe’s voice was patient, almost affectionate, a tone he rarely used on anyone except you. “where’s the corner piece again? you always start with the corners.”

alex squinted hard. “this ones!” he announced proudly, jamming the wrong piece in the middle of the puzzle. no shame whatsoever. rafe didn’t correct him though, just smiled. “eh, close enough.”

“are you deadass right now?” you felt your eye twitch, standing in the doorway. rafe looked at you then, totally unfazed, “what?” you pushed off the wall with a raised brow, stepping closer. “you seriously ditched me for ‘mini me’ over here?”

rafe grinned, looking way too comfortable with your little brother draped in between his legs. “we’re busy,” alexander pulled a serious face, acting like he was making the business deal of his life right now.

you rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. clearly, there was no bother with either of them today. “yeah, no. move over, i’m reclaiming my man.” and without any warning you yanked rafe backwards until he fell back onto the couch with a surprised laugh.

alexander let out an offended “hey!” as rafe landed with a soft thud into the cushions. before he could recover, you plopped yourself right into your fiancés lap, crossing one leg over the other with zero shame.

“hi handsome,” you purred, arms around his neck like you’d never left. “miss me?” rafe blinked up at you, hands automatically landing at your hips like clockwork, squeezing.

alexander stood up slowly then, little fists balled at his sides, betrayal written all over his tiny face. you flashed him a grin, feeling to comfortable on your fiancé’s lap to care. “sorry, stinky. he’s booked and busy.”

but the heartbreak on your brothers face nearly made you break character. his bottom lip wobbled, and the saddest puppy eyes known to mankind locked straight onto rafe. “but… my rayray…”

rafe’s hands tightened around you, his face pained. he glanced down at alexander, then back at you, panicking a little. “uh-oh,” he muttered under his breath.

“i didn’t do anything!” you hissed, refusing to move, leaning into rafe even more like a little parasite. “he had his turn.” you ran your fingertips across his jaw, looking at him with your own set of puppy eyes. “not my fault he fell in love with you.”

but then came the sniffle. and your stomach sank. oh no. alexander stood there, looking crushed, shoulders drooping before he whispered, “you’re so mean…” rafe winced, shifting under you. “y/n baby…”

you glanced down at your brother, guilt finally kicking in as his eyes welled up. “oh my god,” you groaned, burying your face in rafe’s shoulder for a second before flopping off his lap dramatically. “fine! there, you little maniac. steal my man again.”

alexander didn’t waste a second. he dove back onto rafe’s lap like a clingy baby koala, letting out a last little sniffle as he curled up against him, shooting you a smug look from the safety of your fiancé’s chest.

you crossed your arms, sulking next to them on the couch. “traitor,” you mumbled at rafe, who had the audacity to grin at you, one arm around alexander again. “you started it,” he teased.

“okay, but he cried.” you pointed at him, which just made alexander stick out his tongue. you pointed accusingly at your little brother, which only made him smirk even wider.

“don’t look so damn proud,” you scolded, flicking his forehead with all the gentleness you could muster. “still mean.” alexander giggled and you couldn’t hide your own smile. after all he wasn’t that bad.

“well,” you smirked, leaning over to peck his cheek, “being the bad guy’s kinda my thing.” the little one was quick to wipe his cheek, pretending to hate it, but he also couldn’t hold back his little grin.

and while rafe, sat between his pouty soon-to-be wife and a clingy toddler who worshipped him, he felt his heart do that little flutter again, knowing he was right where he was supposed to be. with you.

tags: @eatmylocket @soangelbaby @bradshawed @sugaredbambi @rafesangelita @rafessecret @inspiredangel @et6rnalsun @st8rkey @acklesangel @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @littlelamy @inbred-eater @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @st6ined @barrysluv

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DENY DENY DENY ( orgasm denial with mean!rafe )

usually rafe was more than happy to have his face between your legs, bringing you over the edge again and again.

today was different. he was only too happy to be between your legs, but the issue was, he was not in a very forgiving mood.

"d'ya see what happens to you when you're brat? next time you'll remember who you're talking to and you'll lose the fuckin' attitude" rafe says venomously, taking a break from your pussy to antagonise you even further.

your eyes instantly filled with tears, the venom in his voice mixed with the desperate need to cum was too much. you tried your best to hold your tears back, but knew you had failed when you felt your your cheeks dampen as they ran down your face.

he moves from his place between your legs and sits beside you. his thumb softly brushes your wet tears away and you melt into his touch, thinking he felt bad over the torturous few hours he had spent abusing your pussy.

you frown in confusion when rafe bursts out laughing. you were nervous, the sudden change in mood making you feel unsettled. "christ, you are fuckin' pathetic. here, get a taste of your desperation" he says, before roughly gripping your chin and forcing your mouth open.

his thumb pushes it's way into your mouth, the salty taste of your own tears prominent when your mouth obediently closes around it, secretly hoping that playing nice will win him over.

you're so distracted by the calloused thumb in your mouth and the tears on your tongue that you don't notice he's still not done with you.

rafe's free hand wastes no time in going straight to your pussy again. your legs were still wide open from when he was between them earlier, giving rafe the easy access that he loved so much.

you gasp when you feel the sudden intrusion of his fingers sliding into your pussy, the sound of your wetness echoing around the room.

"rafe, please no more i-i can't take anymore" you say, eyes squeezing shut, more tears threatening to spill. you felt like you were fading in and out of consciousness, the relentless pace of his fingers was close to painful.

"nah, you'll take it and don't you dare cum, ya hear me? not unless you want your ass so red that you can't sit down for a week" he threatens, a grin forming on his face when your lower lip trembles in reponse to his words.

rafe leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "and keep begging for me whore, you'll just make me hard" he whispers. his two digits gliding in and out of your dripping hole, the sounds almost as loud as your screams.

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hey sweetie!!!!

just checking in 💫

how are you doing?? ( ◠‿◠ )

hi lovely !! ive been doing pretty good, but this ongoing heatwave is just killing me rn 😔

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AFTER CARE WITH RAFE

after what felt like, and probably was hours of rafe abusing your pussy, he was finally satisfied enough to stop.

"m' sorry baby, you know how i am when i get started" rafe says, sounding genuinely apologetic this time around.

it's not that he didn't mean it, he did in his own way, but he still got a slight sick satisfaction out of seeing you cry and beg.

you were just grateful that regardless of how aggressive he got during sex, rafe still always took care of you in his own way afterwards.

you nodded at him and smiled, accepting his apology. you knew these kind of things didn't come easy to him, so it meant a lot to you that these words were coming out of his mouth.

"cmon', let's get you cleaned up, yeah? shit, you're starting to smell a little bit" he grinned, joking to lighten the mood.

you gasped in mock horror, pretending to be offended by his "mean" words. "rafey, that's not a nice thing to say" you mumbled, pouting for no good reason.

"tsk, sorry darlin', so mean aren't i?" rafe tutted as he slowly brushed the wet cloth that he grabbed from the bathroom against your skin.

you flinched when you suddenly felt it against your pussy, still feeling sensitive from your one too many rounds with rafe.

the smug bastard didn't even try to stop the big smirk that was now forming on his face, knowing exactly what he did to you.

after rafe was done, he opened his arms wide, wanting you to go to him. "come cuddle, yeah? then i'll make that shitty pasta you like" he says, face twisting in disgust just at the mere thought of it.

feeling too tired to give him a verbal response, you nodded your head and your body quickly collapsed against his own in exhaustion. rafe slowly rubbed your back and murmured soft words in your ear as you found yourself falling asleep.

"shit, no you can't sleep yet. need to get you something to eat" rafe says softly. given that you were still bundled in his arms, he started to sit up with all the carefulness he could muster.

he huffed out a laugh when you started to whine, knowing you did not want to move at all. "alright, five more minutes but that's it" he says, humor in his tone as he settled back against the pillows once again.

you mumbled incoherently, the words you intended to say to him coming out as gibberish. you felt rafe smile against your forehead as he placed gentle kisses against your skin, savoring this moment with you.

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dolly how do you make the texts?

okay full tutorial coming right up !! just go in order of the pictures <3

IMPORTANT! u need to do it on the tumblr website!

1. go to this website > https://codepen.io/CupOfTea696/pen/Wggxow < and put in the text u want to color and the colors. then press generate.

2. scroll down until u see the html and copy the whole thing.

3. go to ur drafts and then click onto edit.

4. click the wheel and change text editor to HTML.

5. go back to ur text and now it should look like picture 6.

6. replace ur text with the hmtl u copied from the website. (should look like pic 7)

7. save it and ur done !!

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I have quick question? How do you come up with all the different yns?

i mostly take inspiration from movies or shows and also pinterest !! for example doll!reader is heavily based on maddy perez from “euphoria” and sugar!reader by one of my irls. and some romance books/stories i read over the years and my love for 50s and 60s music made me think of sweetheart!reader. so it’s really different for every reader of mine. ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

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Hi!!! I love all your posts and it makes me so happy especially darling!yn

aww im so glad <3 this really means a lot !! thank u lovely 🥹

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YOUR THEME IS SO ADORABLE 🧸

AHHH I LOVE U <33 THANK U BABES

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I need darling reader and bsf rafe together now pleaseee 😭🙏🙏

it’s really tempting, but i love the thrill and secrecy of their “relationship”, so u gotta hold on a little longer 😌

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seeing all the autumn inspired themes is making me so unbelievably happy 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⊹₊⋆♡

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sex with rafe cameron

rafe loves when you buy new lingerie to wear for him. finds it fascinating and amusing that you stress over what kind of panties you think he would like, when he loves you in everything (although he'd definitely be a lace kind of guy) the lingerie itself isn't even what he obsesses over though. he enjoys ripping it from your body so he can hear your squeal of surprise when it ends up in shreds.

he's equally as sweet when you're getting fucked by him as he is aggressive. grips your neck so hard he leaves fingerprints on your skin, watching on as your eyes water and you start to claw at his hand. he can't stand to see you like that for long though so he gives you sweet kisses on your neck and rubs your bruises gently with his calloused fingers.

rafe's favourite thing to do is to praise his angel, his breathy voice whispering in your ear; "you are doing so good for me aren't you, darlin'?" , "fuuuck, look at you takin' me so well". you love that after every rough fuck, you get peppered with kisses and praises.

he too likes to be praised and will whine like a dog if you tell him how good he's doing. eyes screwed shut as it all becomes way too much, literally begging you to let him finish. he'd get all embarrassed because he isn't really used to being submissive, but deep down he prefers not being the one in charge for once.

loves when you're on top. rafe is a big control freak at heart but watching you take over really turns him on. the way he gets to lean back and watch you bounce on his dick, gripping your hips so hard with his veiny hands that there would be even more bruises for him to take care of. he'd only stop your tits from bouncing in his face so that he could pop one of your nipples into his mouth, revelling in and savouring the border-line pornographic sounds that you make.

REALLY into public sex (!) i'm talking pulling you into the bathroom at one of the boring parties on his side of the island. bending you over the fancy looking sink and taking you from behind, your silk dress bunched up at your waist as he pounds into you. his ring-clad hand going under the dinner table and forcing your legs open so he can rub your pussy over your already soaked panties. telling you to keep quiet, whispering threats of a spanking when you get home if you slip up.

the marks that he'll intentionally give you every time with absolutely no shame? hickeys. LOVES to leave them all over your body. he owns you, so he wants to make sure everyone knows it. rafe is a smug bastard who smirks when you look in the mirror the very next morning and realise that there's no way you'd be able to cover them up. neck, thighs, tits, ass. there's never any patch of skin that's left uncovered. you're his canvas.

before rafe got his buzzcut, you used to love pulling on his strands during sex because he's always been into the way the pain mixes so well with the pleasure. now that it isn't an option anymore, he pays for you to get your nails done purely so you can leave bloody scratches all over his perfect body. he keeps "joking" that he's going to get said scratch marks tattooed on him as soon as he can... well, you think he's joking at least?

aftercare! rafe is known to have a reputation, but you know him better than that. you know he would never let you leave before caring for you. long, hot showers together where he softly washes your sore body with your soap that he buys in bulk, because obviously, it smells like you. laying out his t-shirt for you to put on after because he loves you in his clothes. once you're back in bed, he will even let you pick the movie. rafe will always complain and roll those hypnotising blue eyes of his, but he's not so secretly into those cheesy romance flicks. when the night eventually comes to a close, you receive cuddles and murmurings of sweet nothings until you soon drift to sleep in the very arms you've always fawned over. ♡

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rafe carrying you to bed

the soft hum of the tv echoed through the small, but cozy living space of your first floor apartment.

the windows were cracked open, the thin curtains blowing in the breeze as a cold chill spread around the room.

you had been watching a movie with rafe, it was his turn to pick and he picked one that was labelled as "comedy", but it only left you feeling bored and confused.

cuddled up on the soft couch with rafe's hand lazily draped across your thigh, your eyes slowly started to fall closed.

"you're fallin' asleep, darlin'. i knew you'd fall asleep so god knows why we started a film" rafe hummed humourously, being right and smug about it as usual. you hated when he was right.

you whined, softly shaking your head as opened your eyes as wide as they would go, trying to prove him wrong.

he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, not believing you for one second before his gaze fell back to the screen.

a matter of seconds passed by but your eyes soon fell shut once more, the sound of your light snoring barely audible over the sound of the tv.

rafe looked down at you, sighing softly. his thumb was still rubbing across your bare thigh as it had been doing for the last few hours.

he watched you for only a mere few seconds. the slow rise and fall of your chest, how at peace you looked in this very moment.

"come on then baby" rafe whispered, deciding it was time for you to be in bed.

not bothering to turn the movie off, he cautiously wrapped his arms around your sleeping form and held you against his body, trying not to wake you.

sleepy and incoherent nonsense left your mouth, putting a big grin on rafe's face and giving him something to tease you about in the morning.

he gently put you down onto the bed and pulled the sheets over you.

the room was silent as he leant down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek, leaving whispers of his love for you in your ear on the way.

taking his place in bed next to you, he skilfully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his bare chest.

"mmmghhh i love you" you muttered groggily, sleep taking over once again before you could hear rafe's response.

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bsf!rafe doesn’t want darling!reader to get all “messy”

darling!reader mlist

cw: idea by the sweet @bradshawed (imma kiss ur brain), heavy sexual tension, finger sucking, more than friends

your friends were running around the sand, playing volleyball in the heat of the sun, while you and rafe both made excuses to stay on the blanket for a minute, saying you were tired. but the truth was, neither of you could stand being too far from each other.

rafe had insisted on grabbing you fresh fruits from the stand near the pier, the ones that came in a little plastic container. he knew you’d love them, quickly dropping the box in your lap like it was just that easy. and you were so busy smiling at him you barely managed to say thank you.

you dug your fingers in without a second thought, biting into the soft fruit and letting the juice slip down your wrist. you knew you were being a little messy on purpose. because you liked how rafe was looking at you.

how he tried to act unbothered, but his eyes kept tracking every movement, every bite you took. he couldn’t help but stare, because you were so painfully pretty even when you were a mess. maybe especially when you were a mess for him.

“you’re making a disaster of yourself, you know,” he pointed out, trying to hold it together, but something about your sticky fingers had his chest feeling tight. and he had no idea how he was supposed to look away from that.

“so what?” you teased back, voice sweet as you popped another bite into your mouth, “it’s good.” you licked your lips with exaggerated slowness, just to see if he’d react to it. and he did. oh, he definitely did. at this point his brain was literally short-circuiting.

you wiped your wrist on the little napkin he’d brought, but your fingers were still slick, and you glanced over at rafe with a sheepish smile. “guess i’m still messy,” you sighed, holding your hand up.

he stared for a moment too long, swallowing hard. messy. god, that word felt dangerous with you. rafe wanted to kiss you so bad he could taste it, almost taste the mango on your tongue, the salt on your skin. but instead, he took a deep breath. preparing himself for what he was about to do.

“give me your hand,” he murmured, already leaning closer, ocean blue eyes locked on yours. you hesitated, blinking, a flicker of something hot running through your stomach.

“why?” you played dumb, heart thumping like crazy. “so you don’t get sand all over you.” he took your wrist before you could answer, and you nearly gasped when he pulled your fingers between his lips.

slowly, deliberately, rafe sucked the sweetness off them like he was starving, tongue warm and soft against your flesh, like it was the most natural thing in the world. you felt your entire body go still, frozen except for your pounding heart.

he felt your pulse stuttering under his tongue, felt your thigh tense against his where you leaned in closer. rafe’s eyes were half-lidded, heavy and dark, and you felt every inch of your skin burn with a desperate, aching want.

he tasted the sugar off your skin like it was the only thing that mattered, his tongue brushing the creases of your knuckles with carefully. you both knew friends didn’t do this, didn’t look at each other like they were ready to devour every inch.

you bit your lip, watching him clean your fingers, your whole body tingling as he took his sweet time with you. “rafe…” you whispered, but there wasn’t really anything to say.

“gotta keep you clean, right?” he teased, but even his voice sounded shaky now, pupils blown wide, eyes flicking to your lips for just a second too long, before diving right back in.

“right,” you breathed, your cheeks hot and heart hammering. like that explained everything, like that was the only reason he’d done it. you both knew it wasn’t though.

his mouth left your fingers with a soft pop then, and you realized you were holding your breath. “thanks,” you mumbled, voice so small you barely recognized it. he gave you a small nod, trying to steady himself. “yeah. anytime.”

he had almost given in, almost leaned forward to devour you like the mango in your hands. but he stayed still, forcing himself to breathe, to remember you were in public. kelce and topper were only a few meters away, oblivious to the problem in rafe’s swim shorts from watching you lick your fingers.

and then, because you couldn’t help yourself, because you wanted to feel it again. to feel him again. you picked up a small bite of dragonfruit, offering it to him this time. “wanna taste?”

he hesitated, just for a second, then leaned in, lips brushing your fingertips as he took the fruit from you. and the look in his eyes when he swallowed it down, nearly undid you.

“don’t waste any,” he warned, feeling his breath across your cheek, “or i’ll have to clean you up again.” your body was still burning, his eyes never leaving yours and you just smiled, because there was nothing else you could do except keep pretending it was all just a game to him.

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oh my gosh new theme !!! so so pretty

aaahh tysm <33 i was in the mood for something warm and cozy

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texts between cherub!reader and older!rafe

cherub!reader mlist

cw: explicit language, slight ddlg dynamics

tags: @ibiteribbon @soangelbaby @bradshawed @sugaredbambi @rafesangelita @rafessecret @inspiredangel @et6rnalsun @st8rkey @acklesangel @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @littlelamy @inbred-eater @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @st6ined @ellayahhs