karinamariee

[karinamariee]

crying. i love you guys so much🫶🏽🫶🏽

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[karinamariee]

rafe x gf reader where she hangs out with Sarah and the pogues but doesn't tell rafe bc he will obv be mad and tell her no. Then he finds out and shows up to where they are and tries to fight jj and ends up bringing reader back w him and is really upset she lied bc all he ever wants is to keep her safe and he can't if he doesnt know where she is + he doesn't trust the pogues and she feels so bad for lying to him

listen.

pairing: toxic!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe was sick and tired of y/n lying about where she was when he knew exactly.

warnings: none

authors note: guys, send in more requests!!🫶🏽 also, i decided to switch it up a little bit.

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“you’re dating a fucking asshole,” said jj, “you know that right?”

sarah nodded. “like, why rafe of all people?”

why rafe of all people was an extremely good question. maybe because he fucked you good and loved you well.

“i love him,” you say.

jj was about to say something, but john b stopped him. “that’s a fair argument is what jj was going to say, y/n.” but you knew that jj had the hardest time trusting you. it makes sense. you broke up with jj to be with rafe, which jj is still confused and angry about.

“of fucking course it is,” said jj. “she’s the kooks princess. no one can touch her, say the truth to her, but here’s the truth, y/n, you’re just as fake as the next kook in line.”

“ahh jj!” sarah exclaimed. “i would much rather have the kooks princess than rafe cameron be here. i love you, y/n.”

you smiled and nodded. jj was right. you had broken his heart, you had loved him and then shoved it in his face when it was all over. you deserve whatever you got from jj which you’re sure there would be a lot more in the future.

“oh shit,” said pope, “speak of the devil.”

you turned around to see rafe marching toward you. your heart started racing a million miles per hour, not sure if you were ready for this confrontation or not. you knew you were fucked, you just didn’t wanna admit it yet.

“so here you are!” rafe yelled, making his way closer to you. he didn’t even look at anyone but you.

“i can’t be here,” said sarah. “no, no, no.”

“why you lying to me?” rafe asked once he made his way over to you. he grabbed your face. “answer the fucking question.”

“hey, hey,” said jj, “don’t fucking touch her.”

“she’s a woman, man,” said cleo.

rafe looked at jj, ignoring cleo. “what the fuck. shut the fuck up because i knock your fucking teeth out of your mouth.”

jj smirked. “please rafe, you wanna fucking go?”

“hey! hey, listen!” yelled pope. “if you wanna fuck each other up, be my guest, but just remember y/n is waiting to leave.”

rafe looked at you with something in his eyes. you didn’t know if it was hurt or regret, but something was in them that you’ve never seen before.

“come on, baby,” you said. “let go home.”

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“i don’t trust either one of them, babe,” said rafe, holding your cheeks tightly. “i just want an honest girlfriend who wouldn’t lie to me.”

he let you go. “please, rafe, i’m fucking honestly with you.”

he laughed. you had to admit, you weee scared of him. the way he just would punch a wall when he was mad, or punched you when he blacked out. either way was scary, but you didn’t want another black eye.

you grabbed his arm slowly, wrapping it around your waist, pulling him in for a hug which he let you.

“i just want you, rafe, baby,” you said.

“but you’re still fucking around with those pogues,” he said, “you know i can’t trust them, not even sarah, and you know that hurts me, baby, it hurts so badly.”

you nod. “i promise to stay away from them.”

you promised to stay away from them because the next time you did, you would get worse than a black eye.

[karinamariee]

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[karinamariee]

white ferrari.

pairing: sarah cameron x fem!reader

summary: you and topper were together, “happily together”, but sarah was there, right in front of you. you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

warnings: angst, smut, no happy ending, kind of stalkerish, yes the reader is a lesbian (sorry if you’re not), mdni!!

authors note: well. this was randomly just thought of so i hate it, and randomly thought of the end.

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bad luck to talk on these rides, mind on the road, your dilated eyes, watch the clouds float, white ferrari

you remembered the first time you looked at sarah cameron. it was in history class in fifth grade, you were officially a kook, your parents making enough money to move and start a better life for them and you, also.

you begged them not to move and just keep their money a secret because you knew the kooks were bad people (by which you assumed). that was until you met rafe cameron who placed you under his wing, making you and him the best of friends.

but man, there was sarah. you could never take your eyes off of her if you tried. her beautiful blonde locks, the way she smelled when she walked past you. this had been the love of your life, but she barely even knew you, so you promised to get to know her.

you promised.

i let you out at central, i didn’t care to state the plain, keep your mouth closed, we’re both familiar

“y/n, what are you doing?” sarah laughed when you scooted closer to her in history class.

“hi,” you said.

“oh, hi,” she laughed.

that smell. smelled just like vanilla—

“you smell really good,” sarah whispered.

you were high on the feeling. you had. nothing to say because if you opened your mouth, you would tell her everything. but man, she had you right in the palm of her hand and she didn’t even know it.

white ferrari, stick by me, close by me, you were fine, you were fine here, that’s just a slow body

you were sick of this party. rafe had gone out with a girl, so you were basically alone. then you saw sarah in that white dress, a vine wreath on her head. she had been so beautiful, but you needed to stay away from her.

“hi y/n,” sarah said, walking up to you.

“oh. sarah! hi, love!” you answered.

sarah bit her lip before saying: “you should really hang out with my friends and i. they’ll love you.”

you considered it for a moment before shaking your head. “no, i couldn’t”

“why not? is that a rafe rule or a y/n rule?” sarah joked.

“i don’t know yet,” you said.

sarah turned her back to you, and then she turned her face to your direction. “when you figure it out, let me know, love.”

you left when i forgot to speak, so i text to speech, lesser speed, texas speed, yes

“you can kiss me, y’know,” you told topper, leaning in a little bit closer.

“i’m nervous,” he said, “and i don’t know why.”

“top, kiss me,” you demanded.

he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you harshly. you kept your eyes open, looking straight at sarah as she left the party with her pogue friends.

topper started going a little deeper, but this didn’t feel right. there was no way in hell that this would feel right, knowing things about yourself. you couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t stop lying to yourself and others, but it was normal to lie to yourself when you’ve been lying to yourself ever since you were a kid.

you pulled away, putting on a fake smile, and wrapping your arms around topper’s neck.

“that was magical,” you said.

you wanted magical, but in a different way.

basic takes its toll on me, eventually, eventually, yes, ah on my eventually, eventually, yes

“harder,” you whispered in topper’s ear.

topper pushed his cock inside you harsher, pounding into you. the bed shook as he kept relentlessly pounding into you. he had found that spot, but you didn’t know how to feel when you moaned loudly.

“just like that. right there.”

you imagined that you were with someone else. someone who smelled like vanilla, someone who had blonde hair, but she was probably fucking that john b kid. that made you sick to your stomach, so when you finally told topper he reached that spot, he came inside of you.

“topper!” you yelled. “why would you cum inside of me?”

“if you get pregnant, that’ll be the hottest thing on planet earth.” topper said.

i care for you still and i will, forever, that was my part of the deal, honest, we got so familiar, spending each day of the year, white ferrari

the way sarah and you were always teasing each other kind of seemed like a joke, but you two knew each other well enough to know it hadn’t been a joke for a while.

you yearned for a taste of sarah’s lips on yours, you knowing they would be like a drug. but you had topper, and topper wouldn’t let you go that easily.

“slow down,” said your best friend, angel. she had not been listening too closely until you said those three words you never thought you would say. once you said them, the same led on, but angel was looking at you so clearly, it had been like she had known. you had known this girl since kindergarten, when you were both pogues. you knew she would always have your back.

“i’m a lesbian.” you repeated.

angel moved closer. “y/n, why didn’t you tell me this a long time ago? why are you even dating topper? like girl, there’s so many questions i wanna ask you.”

tears started to fill the brims of your eyes. “i just didn’t want people to know. it’s so hard to admit something like that to yourself, nevermind you being the first person i tell.”

“oh, baby,” angel said, wrapping her arms around your neck. you leaned into her chest and sobbed. she would let you sob what seemed like hours.

one too many years some tattooed eyelids, on a facelift, thought you might’ve known now

smiling was fake. smiling when you’re with someone you hate had been fake. you had stolen sarah’s boyfriend, sarah was with john b now, and you were out to one person.

great.

your eyes move perfectly up when sarah comes wandering out of her house. there she was. and she was walking up to you.

“hey, y/n,” said sarah, frowning.

“what’s wrong with you?” you asked jokingly.

“i can’t do this anymore,” she said.

“do what anymore?”

“you keep on playing mind games with me,” she said, “like, if you want me, you can have me, but you don’t want me because you haven’t done anything to have me.”

“have you? no, sarah, i don’t know what you’re talking about…”

sarah pushed your chest. “kiss me.”

you paused, your throat dry, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.

“no,” you said, “i can’t.”

tears started flowing down her cheeks, you not knowing what to do because you had no idea where and how and why this is happening right now.

“sarah…” your voice broke.

“fuck you!” she pushed you in the chest one more time before walking away, sobbing.

later that night, you sobbed like her if not more.

[karinamariee]

pony.

pairing: jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

summary: you can ride anything.

warnings: smut!! mdni

authors note: i…have nothing to say other than i wanted to change it up and write jj for once!!❤️

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jj knew what he was doing. everyday and every minute, he was socially and physically aware. he had hated that about himself, but when he saw you, he knew he needed you. that was a physical reaction, you see. but the more and more you had gotten to know each other, it was mentally and socially and emotionally. he had loved you more than he had loved anyone, that fact was true, and he was going to do anything in his power to let you know.

everything you did drove jj crazy, but in the bed sense, he had loved your body. your body that rode him slowly in your kook decorated bedroom. he hadn’t meant your hangout to happen like this, but it did. he grabbed on one of your breasts gently as you rode his extremely slowly. he loves when you ride him slow, just making sure you pleasure yourself and get his cock right in the happy place.

“just like that baby,” jj whispered, feeling your body up and down.

“jj…”

“you’re doing so good for me, honey,” said jj.

you quickened your pace a little bit, and God, jj was going to combust. he was ready to see you ride for the rest of his life. it had reminded him of one of his favorite sex songs: pony. pony described this moment perfectly. your juices running down his huge cock as you tried to steady yourself. it took you a while to adjust, but your fit so perfectly with him, even as a kook.

“that’s right,” said jj, “you ride me cock so good.”

[karinamariee]

requests are open!!

hey guys it’s karina marie, and i wanted to let yall know that requests are open. i’m really not done setting up my account, but i wanted to know that requests are open!!

for:

- drew starkey

- rafe cameron

- john b

- jj maybank

- pope heyward

- kiara carrera

- sarah cameron

thank you all so much for the support!! i love you all, and can’t wait to see y’all’s requests!!

[karinamariee]

honey

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: it all tastes and feels like honey.

warnings: smut, mdni!! pls

authors note: i like short reads im sorry😩

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“fuck…” you moaned, throwing your head back. rafe had been so good at eating you out, you know it had felt like honey on his tongue. he had told you multiple times. it had felt so good.

“yes, baby, you taste so good.” rafe said, then shoving his face back in your folds.

“your tongue feels so good,” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

he went ham on your pussy, making sure all you remembered was his name. but you remembered everything about him. the curves of his body, his beautiful eyes, his striking smile, and those fingers that would fuck your hole so fucking good. you could never forget him even if you tried. you had loved it. you had loved him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you said. “fuck, i’m gonna cum rafe. fuck, fuck—“ you came all over his tongue, gripping his head harshly since he had his buzz cut. he stuck his tongue out, making sure to catch every drip of honey he could.

“this pussy is mines,” said rafe, moving back up your body. “this pussy taste like honey.”

you kissed him harshly, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“just like honey,” he said, pulling himself out of his jeans.

[karinamariee]

“if i knew how to love a pogue, you don’t think i would be stuck here?” - rafe cameron

[karinamariee]

hey. i have a request, even though i don’t know if they’re open yet.

Reader is daniel Craig’s daughter so reader and Drew meet at a party or something and they flirt you can add some smut if you want. (Please do) thank you in advance.

pairing: drew starkey x craig!reader

warnings: smut with basically no plot

authors note: this is genius, just a little short i was in a rush! and guys, request are open i just need to fix my account!!🫶🏽

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“hey, pretty.” was the only thing drew had to say before you were going to drop your draws. you had been ready for him for a long time. you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you could hide it. and you knew it was wrong because your daddy and drew worked together on a movie called queer.

you thought about it for a hard second. if you were going to have drew, you were going to have him in any way possible, and that’s why you’re here. legs bender on your tummy while drew eats you out like a fein. you loved the way he was licking just right that it had your pussy craving more of him. the way his tongue would dance in your folds made your toes curl.

“look at pretty girl now,” said drew when he pulled back. it was like your pussy had been saying his name when you had felt it pulsing when he pulled away. if he hadn’t flirted with you, you would have never been in this situation.

“hey, pretty,” said drew. “how’s my favorite girl doing?”

you bit your lip hard before saying, “i’m so good, drew!”

“you wanna show me some of your dance moves, baby?” he whispered in your ear, lips brushing against your ear.

“i don’t know how to dance, drew!” you giggled.

“let me teach you how to really dance.”

that’s why you’re here, and he is teaching you how to dance. right when he put his huge cock inside of you, you knew you would love this for the rest of your life.

[karinamariee]

us.

pairing: rafe cameron x crazy ex girlfriend!reader

inspired: us by gracie abrams ft. taylor swift

summary: you and rafe broke up almost one year ago, but you can’t seem to let him go. plus, he thinks he’s crazy, you can be just as crazy.

warnings: angst, mentions of smut, stalking, mdni!!🫶🏽

authors note: i’m crying i love that song so much. kinda rushed at the end, but turned out so goos. sorry if it’s a little longer than my others!!

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i know you know, it felt like just a joke, i show you don’t, and now we’re talking

the pain you had felt. the pain you had felt in your gut, making you feel sick. you saw him kissing that girl, and that was just sickening to you. when you went home you were planning on throwing up. it had been something of a prank, maybe he knew you were at the party, standing there, watching him. it hadn’t matter nonetheless, the hurt you had felt. it had been like rafe to do something that stupid and rude, but you hadn’t realized that maybe he had moved on.

i know your ghost, i see her through the smoke, she’ll play her show, and you’ll be watching

maybe you were stalking, maybe you weren’t, but it didn’t matter, you needed to see what rafe was up to. he was with that bitch and you knew it. her long blonde hair, her shimmering ghostly skin, and those blue eyes: she was just perfect for him. maybe he had been over you, but you were just as beautiful.

with your dark skin shimmering under the sun, wearing a red sundress, you were better than her in every way. but it hadn’t mattered because he had chosen her. and now you were broken.

and if history’s clear someone always ends in ruins, and what seems like fate becomes “what the hell was i doing?”

“i love you,” you would say to rafe as he fucked you slowly. “i love you so much, rafe.” and he would hold onto that promise, saying every word under the sun that made you love him more.

you had promised rafe and he promised you: together forever, nothing seemed better. that promise was broken when that blonde bitch was riding him roughly, him feeling her up and down, his head thrown back into the pillows, his toes curled tightly. her moans felt like gunshots to your heart as you shouldn’t even be standing there, but you couldn’t help it. you knew it was wrong to lie to sarah and say you were using the bathroom, but ended up at his doorway.

her skin looked like a porcelain doll. she was beautiful and now you understood everything. rafe opened his eyes and glanced at his doorway where you were standing. you didn’t even move, not one muscle, not even a flinch. he was supposed to be yours. yours. and now he wasn’t.

he stared at you with those piercing eyes. you stared at him right back, tears falling down your cheeks. this was it. he didn’t give a fuck as he came with a loud groan, making sure to keep the eye contact with you.

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine, do you miss mine?

okay, so maybe stalking him wasn’t the best option, but who could blame you? you were in love. and stalking him had been the only option you could think of. you believed he knew what you were doing, but never said a thing. you predicted he secretly liked it.

“do you miss her, rafe?” the blonde bitch asked. you figured out her name was amelia, and she was a pogue. why would he want a pogue when you were right there, a kook. you had almost felt bad for her. almost.

“y/n?” rafe asked as if it wasn’t the obvious answer. “no. bitch was crazy.”

ouch. that one hurt a little. you didn’t care as you stood in his closet. you grabbed a button up shirt and smelled it, then turning your attention back to amelia and rafe.

“she’s gorgeous, rafe,” said amelia. “i just want to know you’re for me and me only.” for only a moment you had felt bad for doing this because amelia deserved rafe in every shape and form, plus she had been so sweet, so perfect.

do you miss us, us? i felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us? wonder if you regret the secret of us, us

you missed him skin and bone, flesh and heart, soul and body.

i know you know, it felt like something old, it felt like something holy, like souls bleeding, so

“you told her you loved her rafe,” you exclaimed when you finally confronted him. “what am i supposed to do with that?”

rafe sniffed before saying, “you were the one watching like a fucking pervert. are you sick in the head?” he had been right, have you been sick in the head? that thought left you mind as soon as it came. it had been his fault, why was he turning the situation around?

“i’m not, but you’re not even getting my point of view, babe,” you said.

“i’m nothing to you because you’re nothing to me,” said rafe. “now fucking get out of my house.”

it felt like what i’ve known, you’re twenty nine years old, so how could you be cold when i opened up my home?

you say on your bed, thinking about everything you have done with rafe. your love was a toxic, filthy, messy kind of love, but you had known each other. the curves of each others body, the way you would fit together so easily. you knew what each other liked and did not like. you knew each other like the back of your hands.

and rafe was the one who pursued you first. it had been like a perfect love story of some sort. he loved you as much as you loved him (though you may have loved him a little too much), and everything had been so surreal.

from kindergarten to now, it had always been rafe cameron. so for once in your life, it had to be y/n l/n. it was time.

plus he was crazy, but you were crazy too.

[karinamariee]

sweet

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: smut w no plot, mdni!!

a/n: idk what i’m doing w my life😭i also rushed that’s why it’s so short. I HATE THIS!!

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“fuck yeah,” whispered drew quietly as he pounded into you not so quietly. you had nothing to say, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you couldn’t even moan. everything was just so overwhelming. the way his dick would squelch inside you made your toes curl.

“i love you, i love you,” you moaned loudly. drew lowered himself on his elbows, both of them trapping you in between, but the way your legs laid on his shoulders, him hitting the right spot, you could care less. your arms moved to his back, nails digging into the white skin.

“you feel so good,” said drew. “so fuckin’ good.”

he moved his hand down to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making your arch back. your eyes crossed and moved to the back of your head. you could feel your orgasm getting close.

“you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” groaned drew. you heard his breath on your neck. he went quicker, trying not to cum too quickly. he would rather wait for you.

“right there,” you moaned, “just like that.”

he picked up the pace. you could hear him groaning in your neck as you came silently. it was too good to make you say anything. your toes curled and uncurled as it was overstimulating you.

“just like that,” drew said. “this pussy is so fuckin’ sweet.”

[karinamariee]

“you know how to fuck me good and love me right .” - y/n l/n

[karinamariee]

texts between you and drew

clingy!jealous!drew starkey x black!fem!reader

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authors note: mikey the manager is so dead💀

[karinamariee]

earned it: rafe cameron x fem!reader

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pairing: rafe x fem!reader

inspired by the weeknd’s earned it

summary: rafe doesn’t like they way you get smart with your mouth. he decides to show you a lesson.

authors note: i promise you this is my first smut💁🏽i know it’s short!

warnings: MDNI!! please minors!! anyway it’s smut!!😔🫶🏽

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you didn’t know how you ended up here. well, shit, you did. you decided to run your mouth, as always, and now you were stuck.

“what are you doing?” that familiar voice said, close to your ear, wrapping their arms around you torso.

you were so busy on your makeup, so you completely ignored rafe cameron.

rafe was the most interesting person you have ever met, but God, you couldn’t resist those eyes, that smile, those strong arms. and sure, he had been basic, but he had been so, so yummy.

rafe cleared his throat. he had never been so interested, so whiplashed about a girl as he did you, so ignoring him today wasn’t on his bingo card. and of course rafe knows he gets angry easily, so his arms unwrapped you, and he turned around.

“since you want to ignore me,” said rafe.

“fine,” you said, looking at him through the bathroom mirror, “if you wanna act like a pussy, be my fucking guest.”

so that’s how you ended up here. mascara running down your cheeks, your mouth hanging open by the force of him eating you out, so good that you melted like honey. rafe had been so good at eating you out, him eating like a starved man.

“i can die in this pussy,” rafe said once.

“rafe, please…” you begged.

“you wanna be a smartass?” rafe asked, though it sounded more of a statement.

“no!” you exclaimed. “i don’t——“

“shut the fuck up,” said rafe.

he shoved his head back into your pussy. he would not give you a break, but your head whipped back on to the pillow, toes curling, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you were so close to cumming when he pulled his face out of your heat. you groaned in desperation.

“what do you want?” rafe whispered. he climbed up your body, planting his lips to yours. instead of answering the question, you moaned into his mouth. he reached one of his veiny hands up your body. you made sure not to move as he grabbed your neck harshly around his hands. you pussy squeezed on nothing. you loved this.

“you’re a little slut,” said rafe. “you like that you’re a little slut?”

“i—“

“say ‘yes daddy’ or i’ll leave you with nothing but your hands to make you cum.”

“yes, daddy,” you whispered. his hand was getting tighter on your neck.

he humped his clothed bottoms on your bare pussy, making you moan loudly.

“this is so worth my time,” said rafe. “you’ve definitely earned it.”

[karinamariee]

Drew Starkey x black!Reader aesthetic

“When I look at you, I love you.” - Drew Starkey