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@ghostsxagain said -> ❝I don’t know why I say the things that I say, but I say them anyway. ❞
Angel cocks an eyebrow at Banks as he speaks. There had been a comfortable silence between them as they sat beside one another. He frowns, wishing he could unlock Banks' head and step inside, sort through all the jumbled up thoughts and things he can't piece together. He wishes he could help. He knows Banks struggles, not just with the things that he says and does but with the world's perception of him. Since falling in love with the younger man, AJ's wanted nothing more than to protect him from all the ugliness out there. Banks deserves the best, and yet the world keeps shitting on him.
"I like the things that you say." He says, bumping their shoulders together and offering the other a winning smile before he's draping his arm around Banks' shoulders, dragging him closer. The younger man is pressed against Angel's side in no time, the trainer with both his arms wrapped around Banks now as he presses a tender kiss to Banks' temple. "You have interesting perspectives... and I'd be really fucking sad if you stopped talking, so keep being you, okay?" He says, tickling that spot under Banks' arm on his upper ribs that always gets a sharp giggle. Angel will do anything to see that smile.
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drew starkey dating victoria’s secret angel
you met for the first time during one of your shows, drew had accompanied a friend of his who went to attend his girlfriend's show, insisting that drew might find someone who would finally catch his eye, and he did. when it was your time to walk down the runway, as you walked confidently looking in front of you you felt a pair of eyes burning into you, even though you shouldn't have, you gave a quick glance at him. you met drew's blue eyes, his eyes twinkling under the catwalk lights as he observed every inch of your body. you stopped, posing in front of the cameras and then turned back, all the while feeling his gaze fixed on you.
when the show was over, after changing, you and your friend headed for the exit, her boyfriend and the mystery boy who couldn't take his eyes off you during the show were waiting. as your friend kissed her boyfriend you met his gaze.
"drew" he said, the corner of his mouth rising in a small smile as he held out his hand to you, you shook it with pleasure as you said your name to him.
drew wasted no time and immediately asked for your number that night, since he had seen you walking he knew he had to have you, and he did. months later you were finally a couple.
he loved, loved seeing you walk, he always did his best to attend each of your events. he admired you with so much love, his gaze observing every inch of your body as you wore the most beautiful lingerie. of course he was always in the front row, ready to cheer you on. sometimes you let a small grin slip out as you met his gaze, or when he was luckier even a wink.
before some show he would always try to peek at the pictures they had taken of you, eager to know what you would be wearing, especially your wings, but each time you always pushed him away, saying it would be a surprise.
when you were at home and he was waiting for you lying on your comfortable bed, and you came out of the bathroom wearing the sexiest set of lingerie he had ever laid eyes on, he didn't fail to be shocked by your body, he was so obsessed with it. you loved putting on little shows for him, just for his eyes, and he loved it too.
after the shows he couldn't wait to take you back to your house so he could finally stick his hard cock inside you. let's be serious, no matter how hard he tried to be good and hold back all the dirty thoughts he could think of, he couldn't help but feel his cock harden under his pants as he watched the way your hips swayed from side to side, your tits bounced in the provocative bra or the way your ass moved, could you blame him?
sometimes you felt a little down, after all you worked with your appearance, the way you looked was everything, you had to be perfect. drew was always waiting for you with open arms, his muscular arms would push you onto his lap as he held you tightly, embracing you as he whispered reassuring phrases. “you did soo good baby, don’t even stress about it, you looked so beautiful and your walk was amazing, everybody was admiring you, my perfect pretty girl”. he always knew the right things to say to you.
on those very rare occasions when he couldn't attend your shows (and trust me, there was nothing he hated more than missing his beautiful girl’s show) because he had to record an interview or was busy with some movie, he always made sure to send you the most beautiful bouquets of flowers. while you were in the backstage, finishing your hair and makeup, a staff girl would come to you holding the bouquet. as you took them in your hands, the floral scent flooding your nostrils, you would read his handwriting on the little card, where he would tell you to don’t stress too much, that as usual you would rock and be the prettiest girl. the other girls would tease you each time laughing as your cheeks blushed, busy rereading the card for the tenth time.
he couldn't always hide his jealousy. I mean, you were walking semi-naked in front of hundreds of people, not to mention all the people from home who would see you, he knew full well what he was up against, but he couldn't stop his jaw from clenching when he spotted some guy in the audience indulging too much on your body. he couldn't wait to get home and fuck you, just to remind himself that you were his.
a/n: actually obsessed with victoria’s secret angel :((, i just know drew and her would have the best relationship, hope you enjoyed it!
#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron#outer banks x reader#outer banks#victoria secret#victoria secret model#victoria secret angel#x reader#headcanon#fluff
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trailerpark!angel!reader 🧺🪽
𝜗ৎ ⋆。˚ rafes little pet
trailerpark!angel!reader who’s a maximalist to her core, for such a tiny place. she really has it packed with little trinkets, potted flowers, and plenty of things she doesn’t need. she's a bit of a hoarder.
trailerpark!angel!reader her signature scent is victorias secret bare vanilla or she consistently wears an almost empty bottle of victorias secret angel perfume. no matter how often rafe persists to buy her more.
trailerpark!angel!reader who always shops at thrift stores insisting they have better stuff when really it’s all she can afford.
trailerpark!angel!reader who's playlist consists of ethel cain, lana del rey, mitski, and cigarettes after sex, she listens to them through her wired earbuds on her old iphone six everyone is surprised still works.
trailerpark!angel!reader prays every night before bed despite never been to church (her family is catholic) because her father was too lazy to take her when she was growing up. but she has a bible verse on her nightstand and a cross around her neck.
trailerpark!angel!reader has sun bleached flies on her insta profile, only one highlight just for rafe; titled "rafey 🤍", also has a few posts dedicated just to him one using the song "I love my boyfriend" by princess chelsea.
while rafe is obsessed with her, trailerpark!angel!reader she is completely and utterly infatuated with this man
#𝜗ৎ ⋆。˚ bambis works#^ྀི trailerpark!angel!reader#rafe cameron#fanfic#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks smut#obx#obx smut#obx fanfiction#obx rafe#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron imagine#rafe edit#rafe fluff#rafe outer banks#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe fic#rafe cameron moodboard
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Let Me Protect You, Angel
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Death
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.7K
Summary: Rafe's only mission in life is to protect his girlfriend.
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Rafe has a few rules when it comes to being his girlfriend and he always gets upset at Y/N when she doesn’t use them. One of those rules: be careful with your beverages. The multiple drinks Y/N has drank over the night have built up in her bladder, so nature is now calling to her. The only problem is she doesn’t know where to leave her drink. Luckily, she spots Rafe’s tall figure in the crowd. She pushes her way to him and taps his shoulder. “Hey, Angel. What’s wrong? Are you ready to go?” he worries, checking her over for any wounds. She shakes her head and holds her drink out to him, “Nothing is wrong, I just need to pee. Can you please hold my drink?”
The glassy look in his eye gets blinked away as he grabs onto her drink. His long fingers round the top of the cup, so his palm is covering the opening of the drink. “Of course I can. I would be more than happy too. Let me walk you to the bathroom and check to make sure no one is hiding out in there,” he offers, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and taking her to the bathroom line. Nobody would’ve guessed that Rafe is so protective of his girlfriend. It makes Y/N giggle at how cute he gets when he takes her safety seriously.
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Another one of Rafe’s rules: always tell him when she is cold. The winter breeze snips at her nose and she wrinkles her nose to try and heat it up. This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. He gives her a disapproving look, “Rule number four, Angel.” She doesn’t need him to say anything more because she already has the rules memorized. “Rafe, I’m cold. Could you please give me your jacket?” she grovels. He grins at her words and takes it off immediately. He hands it over to her, “Absolutely, it’s what I am here for. Are you okay with staying in line by yourself for a second? I’m going to get my extra jacket in the car.” It really doesn’t surprise her that he keeps an extra jacket for moments like this. “Thank you for the jacket. And I’m okay with waiting. Why didn’t you just give me the extra one though?” she questions, fiddling with the bottom of his jacket.
He gives her a kiss, “Because I always wear a jacket that matches your outfit when we go out just in case I need to give it to you. The one in my car is merely a random one.” Her heart flutters at the thought he puts into everything he does for her.
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The rules that Y/N likes to contest are the one that also regards his safety. They exit the bookstore side by side with bags of books in hand. As they walk down the sidewalk to the parking garage, she moves herself to the opposite side of Rafe. Before she can process it, she is back on the other side of Rafe again. They go through this charade again. “Why can’t I be the one that protects you from getting hit by a car?” she pouts, trying to get back on the side closest to the road. He tuts her head and moves her back, “Because I am your boyfriend and it is my job”
“Well, why can’t it be my job to protect you as your girlfriend?”
He shakes his head at her words, “Let me protect you, Angel. If something happened to me, you would be able to live on without me. If something happened to you, they would have to dig another grave beside yours.” This makes Y/N stop in her tracks to look him in the eyes. The tears brimming at the thought of her death break her heart. “Rafe, I would not be able to live without you either. You are so important to me too. But if protecting me makes you feel better, then I’ll stop bugging you about it. At least for now,” she promises, pulling him into a hug. His head buries into her neck, “Thank you, Angel. I’m glad you finally realized that I was made to protect you.”
#let me angel#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#outer banks#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x y/n#outer banks fanfiction#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe fanfiction#rafe fic#rafe imagine#rafe x reader#rafe x y/n#rafe x you#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron series#rafe obx#outerbanks rafe#outer banks rafe#outer banks imagine#outerbanks#outer banks x reader#outer banks x y/n#outer banks x you#obx#obx imagine#obx fanfiction#obx fic
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backstage fun
rafe x 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚's���𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭!𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
a/n: please remember that victoria’ssecret!angel!reader is tailored to how you look. these photos are just for reference. 😊i hope you all like it!🐇💗
the bright lights of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show beamed through the hallways, casting a soft glow over the bustling backstage area. makeup artists were adding final touches, hair stylists perfecting every curl, and models slipping into the iconic lingerie sets. in the center of all the action was you, one of the show's headlining outer banks angels, which was a small feature to the vsfs pre runway. wearing your wings proudly, you adjusted the strap of your lacey white bra, ensuring everything was perfect. you still needed your make up done but so far everything looked amazing.
but your mind wasn’t entirely on the show. it kept drifting back to one person—rafe cameron. his reputation preceded him—intense, sexy, dangerously charming, and every bit as addictive as you imagined him to be. he wasn’t part of your world, but through some twist of fate, he was here tonight, lurking in the shadows with that signature smirk of his.
you’d met him a few months prior at a cameron charity event. he was magnetic, the kind of man who made you feel like the only person in the room, even when surrounded by hundreds. the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way his hand would casually brush against your waist—it was clear that he was interested, and you had felt that unmistakable spark, too.
a knock at your personal dressing room door pulled you from your thoughts. you glanced at your reflection, wings in place, lingerie hugging every curve, and then opened the door to find none other than rafe, leaning against the frame with a devilish grin.
“well, if it isn’t the angel herself,” rafe purred, his eyes darkening as they traveled from your face to your outfit. “you ready to so that sexy body off on the runway?”
your heart skipped a beat at his bold presence, but you played it cool, leaning back on your heels and giving him a teasing smile and a slight nod. “and what brings you backstage, Rafe? looking to join the show?”
he chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into your dressing room without an invitation. his eyes never left yours, but you could feel the heat of his gaze like a physical touch.
“i just came to see the most beautiful woman in the world do her thing,” he said smoothly, his voice low and rich. “and, of course, to make sure she hasn’t forgotten about me.”
you crossed your arms, amused by his confidence. “forgotten about you? now why would I do that?”
rafe moved closer, the space between you disappearing as he leaned in, his hand gently brushing against the strap of your bra close to your chest. “i don’t know,” he murmured, his fingers lingering on the thin strap. “but i’ve been thinking about you.” still toying with the strap, he slowly bites his lower lip.
the air between you thickened with tension, the kind that had been brewing ever since your first encounter. you weren’t immune to rafe’s charm, and he knew it. there was something dangerous about him, something that made your pulse race, even though you knew better.
“rafey,” you warned softly, trying to maintain your composure. “i’m about to go on stage.”
his hand trailed down your shimmery waist, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver through you. “i know,” he replied, his voice huskier now. “but you’ve got a few minutes. and i’ve got a proposition.”
you raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. “oh?”
rafe’s eyes locked onto yours, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “how about a little fun before you hit the stage? a reminder of what’s waiting for you when the show’s over.”
your breath hitched at his words, the temptation pulling at you. there was something thrilling about the idea—rafe, here, backstage, where anyone could walk in. but it wasn’t just the risk that excited you—it was him. the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. the way he made you feel like you were walking a dangerous line, one that could tip over into something wild and uncontrollable at any moment.
he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “what do you say, angel?”
you swallowed hard, your pulse racing as his scent—something dark and intoxicating—washed over you. this wasn’t part of the plan, but with rafe, nothing ever was.
you could feel his breath on your neck, the warmth of his body as he hovered so close to you. his fingers grazed the fabric of your bra strap again, this time with more intent, and you felt the heat rising between you.
“rafe, this is…” you began, but your words trailed off as he pressed a soft kiss just beneath your ear, the sensation sending a shockwave through your body.
“this is what?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “crazy? dangerous? exciting?”
you exhaled shakily, your resolve wavering as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. the room felt smaller, the walls closing in as the energy between you and rafe crackled like electricity.
“exciting,” you whispered, unable to resist the pull any longer.
in an instant, rafe’s lips were on yours, claiming you with a hunger that made your knees weak. the kiss was fiery, intense, and everything you had been craving since the moment you met him. his hands roamed over your body, carefully around the lingerie, leaving a trail of heat as he pulled you flush against him.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as your body melted into his.
but as the kiss grew more heated, you heard the faint sound of footsteps outside your door. a reminder that you were still in the middle of one of the biggest fashion shows of the year. you pulled back, breathless, your lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss.
“i have to go,” you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with desire.
rafe smirked, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “i know. but don’t forget, angel, i’ll be waiting for you when it’s over.”
you nodded, your heart still racing as you straightened your wings and adjusted your lingerie. rafe stepped back, his eyes filled with promise and mischief.
“good luck out there,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “not that you’ll need it.”
with one last smirk, rafe slipped out of the room, leaving you standing there, breathless and buzzing with adrenaline. you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before heading to the runway.
#rafe obx#drew starkey#rafe imagine#drew x reader#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe x you#outerbanks rafe#rafe fic#rafe outer banks#rafe#rafe fanfiction#dark rafe cameron#victoria’s secret#Victoria’ssecret!angel!reader
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#angel reese#beyonce#black fashion#black women#black beauty#tyra banks#blackgirlmagic#black hollywood#rihanna#kashdoll#cassie#ciara#normani#megan thee stallion#bey hive#cardib#chloe x halle#naomi campbell#kelly rowland#lil kim#cardi b
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⋆P0rn links⋆
MINORS DNI!! I recommend to ignore the caption of most of the videos, please and thank you !!🪽
-⋆ BTS
-⋆ OUTER BANKS
-⋆ KÖNIG
-⋆ SIMON RILEY
-⋆ ELVIS PRESLEY
-⋆ LANA DEL REY
#p links#spicy links#bts x reader#elvis x reader#lana del rey#könig x reader#simon riley x reader#outer banks#rafe x reader#jj mayback x reader#john b x reader#doll face#dollette#daddy’s brat#cutie w a bootie#wlw nsft#🪽#angel dust#angelcore
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.·:*¨༺masterlist༻¨*:·.
hi angels! here is the masterlist of my works 🤍🎀
key ~ ♡= smut ★ = fluff ✧ = angst ೀ = steamy
luke castellan:
first time ♡ ★ high infidelity♡✧ pt 2 sister bonding ★ 4th of july ★✧ jealous ★✧ late nights ★ ೀ lazy days ★ ೀ what "best friends" are for ೀ ballerina!reader ★✧ stepsister!reader ~ fashion show ೀ
rafe cameron:
popstar x bodyguard ♡ (more in the works) wag!reader ★♡ (more in the works) lazy days ♡ ★ cyber sex ♡ hands on ೀ morning wood ♡ still get jealous✧
jj maybank:
cockwarming with jayj ♡
#masterlist#jj maybank fanfic#rafe cameron fanfic#luke castellan fic#luke castellan#xoxo#love u angels#rafe cameron#luke castellan x reader#pjo#obx#rafe obx#obx fic#obx fanfiction#outer banks fanfiction#jj maybank
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TAKE THE PAIN AWAY ˚୨୧⋆.
summary; when you're left bed bound by your ruthless period pains, john b takes it upon himself to give you some relief, and if not that, at least a distraction
content; angel!reader, period sex, mention of dirty underwear??
you groan loudly, rolling over to bury your face in one of the pillows that makes up part of the nest you have on the couch. the pain is unbearable, it feels as though someone is scraping the insides of your uterus out with a rusted fork.
john b comes back from the kitchen with a glass of water and some painkillers, “no better?” he asks, crouching down to your level. he places a hand on your back, applying some pressure as he rubs circles in a futile attempt to help.
“no!” you groan, “nothings helping! not even the pills. I can’t do this!” the tears are starting to spill from where they were built up just behind your eyelids.
“oh baby,” john b grimaces, he just wishes that he could make this stop for you. if he could take the pain away he would, no matter what the consequences, he hates to see you cry. “what can I do huh? tell me what I can do?”
you shake your head in frustration, “I don’t know,” you cry. god, you hate this so much. you can’t even get to sleep, the pain is too much, you’re stuck here, bound to feel it no matter what.
john b decides to give you a cuddle, it most definitely won’t cure your pain, but it is a guaranteed soothing method.
with your head in his lap, and one hand occupied rubbing your back, he makes a quick google search, and comes across a promising article, “guaranteed ways to soothe period cramps in minutes”.
“babe?..”
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“I’m not so sure about this john b.. what if I make a mess?” you ask anxiously, breath still shaky from the pain that keeps bombarding your poor body.
“that’s what the towel is for.” he smiles, and then he gives you a reassuring look, “I promise this is gonna help yeah? that’s all you gotta worry about.”
he helps you lift your hips up so he can put the towel down under you, then he pulls your pyjama shorts down, along with your underwear and inevitably ready to change sanitary pad with it.
“oh ew john b don’t look!” you cover your face in embarrassment, and all he does is chuckle. he’s so stupid, he respects women and isn’t grossed out by their bodily functions. how dare he.
he disregards your freak out and moves to stand over you, pulling down his sweatpants, and his own underwear too. “right.. let’s get you sorted out.”
he climbs onto the couch, holding himself up over you, “ready?” he asks, looking down with a clear feeling of concern.
you nod, “yeah.. just go slow please?” you ask, and of course he nods, always there to adhere to your wishes.
one of his hands comes down to lift your lower back slightly, tilting your hips up so that he can slowly push himself into you, bottoming out so that you can feel him in your stomach.
“oh!” you whimper. feeling the extra pressure inside of you is overwhelming, especially before he starts to move, it’s a lot.
“shhh sh sh,” john b’s voice is so soft, “I’ve got you. gonna start moving now, okay?” his words are soothing, comforting. he's got you.
he was right, you realise, it does help, you become overtaken by the pleasure in minutes, so overtaken that you almost completely forget that you were ever in pain.
you squirm and moan and cry, “oh— feels so good! oh!” your hips buck up, meeting his own as he thrusts into you.
the size of him is so perfect, he’s thick, and there’s veins, he’s just so perfect to take inside of you, you love it and you will just never get used to it.
“oh! john b— gonna— gonna cum!” you cry out, back arching from the pleasure. your hand comes out to wrap around his neck, getting you closer to him for that final climax.
“it’s okay, you can cum.. just let go..” and you do, you do let go. the pleasure washes over you, he keeps going for a minute to let you ride it out before he finishes himself.
he groans gutturally, unable to stop himself, “there you go.” he murmurs finally, “there we go.”
you fall back, out of breath, worn out, done in. but, at last, no longer in pain. it worked.
#angel!reader#john b prompt#cw period sex#john b concept#john b blurb#john b routledge#john b x reader#outer banks
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Dad!JJ Moodboard
Dad!JJ : who cried when you give birthed to yours and his baby
Dad!JJ : is the type of dad to learn his kids on how to surf before they can even walk
Dad!JJ : is the sweetest dad and would do anything for his kids and wife
Dad!JJ : is the type of dad to nearly be sick when it his turn to change a diaper
#dad!JJ 💕#jj maybank blurb#jj 💕#jj mayback imagine#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank#jj outer banks#jj fanfiction#jj x you#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks#jj x reader#jj x y/n#kisses4angel#angel moodboard
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Masterlist
Shameless
Lip Gallagher (Requests Open)
Ongoing Series:
Better
Drabbles:
Nothing Yet
One-shots:
Sick Fic (Lip x Charlotte) Phoebe's Interlude (Teen Dad Lip Gallagher)
Outerbanks
JJ Maybank
Ongoing Series:
Me and You
Drabbles:
One-shots:
Rafe Cameron
Ongoing Series:
What Are You Willing To Do?
Drabbles:
One-Shots:
Art Donaldson
Ongoing Series:
Earn It
Drabbles:
One-Shots:
Carmen Berzatto
Ongoing Series:
End of Beginning
Drabbles
One-Shots:
#lip gallagher#lip gallagher x reader#oc#fiona gallagher#kevin ball#ian gallagher#lip gallagher x oc#shameless#veronica fisher#gallagher#charlotte fisher#love#ian gallagher x mickey milkovich#ian x mickey#rafe x you#rafe cameron#rafe cameron fluff#rafe x reader#rafe smut#rafe imagine#sarah cameron#jj maybank x kook#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank x oc#jj maybank x reader#milan cabot#angel bellucci#outer banks#john b.#pope heyward
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I want to write a fanfic that’s so sad that the fandom can’t forget about for years after just like Haikyuu’s “in another life” fanfic.
#haikyuu#in another life#windbreaker anime#windbreaker webtoon#lookism webtoon#jinx bl#naruto#bleach#blue lock#one piece#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba x reader#outer banks#Spotify#Bsd#hsr#bungou stray dogs#honkai star rail#honkai impact#genshin impact#genshin#hells paradise#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#angels of death#burning kabaddi#black clover#bleach anime#batman#harry potter
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Hey could you do one where rafe x reader have sex for the first time. Virgin!reader. SMUT!!
In the morning she wakes up and can’t move her body because she is so sore. 🥰 “I can’t get up”
He carries her to the bath they have together.
Do You Want Those Things?
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: HARD SMUT and Name Calling During Sex
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 2.6K
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Y/N wasn’t planning on losing her virginity today, but it all happened so fast. Rafe always thought his girlfriend was innocent when it came to sex. It didn’t bother him. He knows she isn’t waiting for marriage, just the right person. He respects her choice and doesn’t push her, letting her come to him if she ever feels ready. The boy didn’t think his girlfriend was interested in anything sexual; she reads most of the time for heaven's sake. All her thoughts must be so pure. Right now, she rests between his legs, back pressed against his chest. Her focus is on her book while he just listens to the sound of the music. When her legs first move, Rafe thinks nothing of it. She must be trying to get comfortable. Yet the second time she readjusts her legs, he notices how the movement is actually about creating some pressure between her legs. This surprises him. She’s never gotten this worked up with him around and he wants to know what is getting his innocent girlfriend so wet. He concludes it must be what she is reading, so he looks at the page and reads the words on the paper.
His eyes widen at the practically pornographic words. He never would’ve suspected that this is what his girlfriend likes to read and it’s driving him crazy that he isn’t the one bringing arousal to his girl. He doesn’t want to push her to do something she isn’t prepared for, but he needs to be the one to make her pussy wet. “Do you want those things done to you, Princess?” he whispers in her ear. Y/N freezes in his hold, uncrossing her legs and looking up at him with doe eyes. She knows she has been caught and honestly, she considers taking up his offer.
They love each other. She knows it. He knows it. She trusts him, so what is stopping her from feeling the pleasure she craves to read about? She closes her book and flips herself in his hold. Her chest presses against his and she can feel his hardening length pressing against the area just above her vagina. Her need for a release increases at the feeling. She nods a little, “Yeah. Rafe, I want you to make me feel good.” Rafe grins down at her, resting his hands in the dip of her back, just above her bum. “Is that right? Do you want me to be nice and sweet with you? Or do you want me to bring your fantasy to life and fuck you as he does to her?” he questions. She knows it is her first time, but she desires to recreate the impurities written in her book. “Fuck me like the little whore I am.” Rafe couldn’t possibly get harder at her words. Before he gives in, he needs to make sure she knows this isn’t a locked-in commitment, “Okay, Princess. I need you to know though, that if you ever want me to be gentle instead, you say yellow and if you want to stop at any point, you say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Rafe. Now, please, make me feel good,” she pleads with want dripping from her voice. A dark glean crosses over his eyes and he flips them over so he is on top of her. All she is wearing is his shirt, so her hardened nipples are peeking through the thin material. He needs to feel the skin of her breast against his bare skin. His hands meet at the neckline of the already fraying shirt and she gasps as he rips the shirt apart. She feels an ache between her legs at what just happened. His lips meet her right nipple. His fingers play with the other. Her head throws back at the feeling of his warm tongue circling her bud. Her hair threads through his hair, “Please, Rafe. I need you in me.”
He removes himself from her skin with a shake of the head. “I’m sorry, Princess. Not yet. I need to make sure you are nice and ready for me and then I can fuck you like the little slut you want to be,” he promises to her, moving down her body. His eyes land on her lacy pink underwear. The pretty little bow at the top makes it feel like it’s the wrapping of a gift for him. He tears her underwear off of her body and throws it into the trash. She won’t be needing those again. He sits up and brings his fingers to her mouth. He forces his index and middle finger into her mouth, using her own saliva to get his fingers ready to penetrate her vagina. His big fingers shove to the back of her throat and she gags a little at the feeling. “You wanted to be treated like a whore. This is what they get,” he growls into her ear. After a few seconds, he pulls his fingers out of her mouth with a string of saliva connecting the two still. He brings his hand down between her legs and shoves them into her hole. Not checking to see if she is wet enough to handle two fingers yet. Fingers aren’t a foreign feeling to her, but his are definitely different from hers. Y/N knows Rafe thinks she has never done anything remotely sexual. He is wrong though. She wasn’t immune to her own sexual desires and had masturbated many times before.
This is a new feeling though. She is being shown a new side of intimacy when it comes to fingering, even though his movements are fast and rough. The first moan she lets out is when he curls his fingers to meet her G-spot. Rafe’s teeth nip at her ear, “Those beautiful sounds are all mine. No other man is going to get to hear you like this, Princess. I’m going to be your first and last. You got that?” “Yes, Rafe. I’m about to cum,” she cries out. His movements stop, causing her to complain. “My slut cums on my cock when I tell her. If you don’t, then you get punished.” He pulls away from her, ordering her to take off the ripped shirt while he gets up to take his clothes off. He is left in his boxers. His dick straining to be released and touched by his girl.
He points down to his crotch, “Come here and show me what you can do with that mouth of yours, Princess. Show me how much you want me.” She doesn’t know what she is doing, but she scrambles onto her knees in front of him. Her hands eagerly tug at the waistband of his pants. His cock slaps up against his stomach and she stares at it with a little worry. How was all of that going to fit inside of her? From what she’s read, she knows she needs something to lessen the friction, so she spits in her hands and wraps them around his shaft. She starts moving her hand slowly up and down. “Like this?” she seeks his approval and he nods with his head falling back. He ruts into her hands and she figures he needs her to go faster. She speeds up her movement, but he takes her hands off of him. He takes his cock in one hand and moves it to her mouth, pushing it past her slightly opened lips. He doesn’t ease into her mouth; instead, he thrusts until she can feel him hit the back of her throat. She knows she needs air, yet all she wants to do is make him feel good.
She lets him thrust into her mouth, drool forming at the corner of her lips and her eyes pooling with tears. “Look at you taking me like a good girl. You feel so good,” he praises. He continues his thrusts until he feels his release is imminent. He pulls her head off of him even though her lips itch to stay wrapped around him. “Tsk, tsk. I know you want more, Princess. But the only place that gets my cum is that sweet pussy of yours. It’s what he does to her in the book, isn’t it?” She manages a small nod as she pants for air. “Then that’s what my princess deserves. I’m gonna show you how much better I am than him.”
He pulls her to stand up and pushes her onto the bed on all fours. His hands rub the skin of her smooth, round ass and he can’t help but give it a harsh slap. This causes her to flinch forward in surprise with a moan. “You like that? My little whore likes to be spanked,” he laughs, giving her another hit on the butt. He keeps spanking her until a red print in the shape of his hand blooms across her skin. At the last slap, his hand rests on her butt cheek, giving it a squeeze as his other hand lines himself up with her hole. She can feel the tip being teased against her and she tries to force herself onto her boyfriend’s length. Rafe lets out a low chuckle, “Damn, my princess is desperate to feel me.” With that, he slams into her at full force. The stretch she feels from him being inside her hurts and feels uncomfortable, but he doesn’t give her time to adjust. He does as he promised her and thrusts into her as hard as he can. He pulls back so his tip is the only thing left inside, snapping his hips back against her ass in an instant. At this pace, she can’t keep staying up on her hands and drops down to her elbows. This causes a delicious arch in her back, which provokes Rafe to place his hands on her hips to bring her down on him harder. The pain starts to ebb and pleasure creeps in between her legs. This is when her quiet whimperings start to turn into screams of pleasure. “God, Rafe. This feels so good. Keep going,” she yells, feeling confident enough to start meeting his movement without any help.
“Yeah? Am I making you feel that good? Look at you, my sweet little virgin acting like a freak on my dick. Is that how good I am? I’ve corrupted you?” he questions with an edge of arousal to his voice. “Only sluts like to be fucked without any emotions. Without facing each other.” Y/N wants to reply but can’t seem to find anything else that wants to fall off of her lips except for her breathy moans. The building pressure in her lower stomach has returned and she is focused on chasing that feeling to her release. “Aww, is my princess speechless? How does it feel to be cock drunk for the first time?” he teases with a slap to her ass. He can feel his climax is nearing and he wants to bring her to the edge at the same time. Normally, his stamina is way better, but the newfound intimacy he gets to have with the woman he loves and the previous ruined orgasm shorten his abilities.
He needs more skin contact with her, so he brings his arm under her armpit to bring her back up to his chest. His hand goes up to her opposite shoulder to lock her against him. He can feel her tightening around him. “Is my little whore going to cum? That’s it. Keep getting tighter around me so that I can show you how good you are making me feel,” he demands. She can only groan at his remark. His hips stutter as his semen comes out of him and flows into her. He places his head in her neck, so he can give her soft kisses. He slows down as he lets them come down from their high and collapses on top of her. He rests on his elbows so his full weight isn’t on her. He slips his dick out of her with both of their fluids following. She turns in his arms with a sleepy look in her eyes and cuddles into his neck. He wants to get up to get her to the bathroom, but sleep takes them before he can
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Y/N awakes to a different type of ache between her legs. One that makes her question if she’ll be able to stand or even walk. She wants to stay in bed with Rafe; however, her bladder is calling for the bathroom. Plus, the dried-up cum in between her legs is in great need of being washed off her skin. She doesn’t want to wake Rafe because he looks so peaceful, so she tries to get up by herself. She makes it a few steps toward his bathroom, looking like a spinning top about to collapse, when she falls to the ground with a thud. Rafe immediately bolts up and looks toward the source of the sound. He sees his girlfriend on the ground and concerns flood him. “I can’t get up,” she complains, reaching for his help. He scrambles out of bed and scoops her into his arms, trying his best not to keep how turned on he is by the sigh of a slight bruise forming on her hips and bum. He doesn’t want her to feel obligated to help relieve him of the growing tension in his stomach now that their sexual relationship has begun.
She softly asks him to set her down on the toilet and he does so once they get to his bathroom. He lets her take care of her business while he gets a bath drawn for them. She finishes up and waits for Rafe to take her to the sink to wash her hands. This is all down in comfortable silence. They can clearly see how tired the other person is from last night. Rafe has a million questions running through his head, except he knows they need to wait. He gets the bath bombs and bubble solution from under his sink and drops both into the tub. They watch as the warm water slowly fills up the tub. The water reaches up almost to the brim when he stops it. His hand pushes past the bubbles to check the temperature of the water. It’s perfect. Hot and on the verge of turning warm after a few minutes. He picks her up and sets her into the tub. She does her best to sit forward as she observes him getting in behind her. The water spills over the edge but neither of them cares. The towel on the floor can handle that. He brings her to rest against his chest.
“I didn’t go too hard on you last night, did I? You didn’t use either of the safe words but I should’ve double-checked while I was doing it,” he starts to worry. “It was your first time. I should’ve gone slower and been more gentle. I’m sorry, Princess. I just wanted to give you what you wanted.” He can feel her head shake against his chest, “I’m okay, Rafe. Don’t worry. It hurt a little bit at first, but I did say I wanted it to. You made me feel so good. Thank you for being so amazing last night.” His fingers laces with hers. “You’re welcome, Princess. All I want is to serve you.” They sit in the tub for an hour, just spending the intimate moment together and taking care of each other’s needs. Y/N couldn’t have asked for a better first time with the man she loves.
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rafe x 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚's𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭!𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
a/n: inspired by kiiyomei’s request on my last post for this !reader 💗 the link to last post will be posted tomorrow!
the lights were blinding, the runway an endless stretch ahead of you. the weight of the angel wings on your back felt almost natural now, as if they had always belonged to you. the victoria’s secret fashion show was at its peak, the crowd roaring in excitement as you strut down the runway in lingerie that hugged every curve. your heels clicked confidently, your hair falling in soft waves past your shoulders. you owned this moment.
but your mind wasn’t entirely focused on the flashing cameras or the crowd. it was on him. rafe cameron. sitting in the front row, his sharp eyes following your every step. he was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, but his gaze—burning and possessive—had you feeling like you were wearing nothing at all.
as you neared the end of the runway, you allowed yourself a glance in his direction. his jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on you like a predator staking claim on its territory. he never liked sharing, and tonight, with thousands of eyes on you, he was clearly struggling to keep himself composed.
you reached the end, striking your final pose, letting your fingers trace along your hips just as you had in rehearsals, but this time it felt different—like you were performing for him alone. your lips parted slightly, giving the camera your signature smirk, but you couldn’t help but sneak another look at rafe.
his eyes darkened, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he watched you. you knew that look. it was a promise.
the second you finished your walk and made your way backstage, your phone buzzed with a message.
rafey🥰: wrap it up, baby. we’re leaving.
rafey🥰: now.
you swallowed, adrenaline pumping through your veins. you were supposed to stay for the after-party, but something told you rafe wasn’t in the mood to wait. he was always possessive, but seeing you walk down the runway, dressed like a fantasy for every man in the room—it pushed him to the edge.
when you stepped backstage, your assistant tried to congratulate you on the walk, but you barely heard her, your phone still in your hand, already buzzing with another message.
rafey🥰: don’t make me come and get you.
heat flushed through you as you hurriedly changed, slipping into something a little less revealing but still enough to keep his attention. you didn’t even bother with the after-party dress they had prepared for you and all the other angels. this wasn’t about the cameras anymore. it was about rafe, and the way he looked at you—like he wanted to ruin you the second he could get you alone.
you slipped out of the venue, finding rafe leaning against his car, his arms crossed over his chest. his eyes darkened when he saw you approach, his lips curling into a smirk. without a word, he opened the passenger door for you, his hand gently grazing your lower back as he helped you in.
the ride was silent, thick with tension, his hand resting on your thigh, gripping a little too tightly for comfort. you knew he wasn’t mad, not really. he was just… staking his claim.
"you looked too good out there,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. his fingers traced small circles on your skin, “but remember who you belong to.”
you swallowed, heat pooling in your stomach as you leaned into his touch,“i didn’t forget.”
rafe’s smirk widened, “good.”
the car came to a stop, and before you could even react, he was pulling you into him, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. possessive, needy, like he had been holding back the entire night. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap.
“you’re mine,” he growled against your lips, his breath hot against your skin. "and don't ever forget it."
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content warnings: referenced child abuse, attempted murder, delusions of grandeur, implied patricide, chronic migraines, blasphemy, violence, blood, religious symbolism, mentions of drug abuse, breeding kink, suicidal ideation, stabbing, violent thoughts, religious imagery, toxic relationship
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