#outer banks x reader

[rafesangelita]

♡ when rafe accidentally snaps on bambi!reader

warnings: a little bit of crying, hurt + comfort

a/n: thank you so much to the anon who sent in this link <3 this little drabble is inspired by it!! i might open up req’s soon because even though i have prompt ideas already, lately i’ve just felt uninspired to write them out..

“are you almost ready?!” rafe called out from the front door, his truck keys hanging from his fingers. you didn’t respond, instead you panicked once you realized you weren’t even close to finishing your makeup. “oh, god..” you whimpered, scrambling to your feet to try and put a quick outfit together while you patted in your blush.

at your lack of response, rafe cursed under his breath before slamming the door shut and making his way to your room. “are you fucking serious?” you jumped when you heard his voice, your head shooting in his direction as you stood there, dumbfounded. your hair rollers were still wrapped tightly in your hair, your robe hanging haphazardly off your shoulders. it was needless to say you looked far from being ready.

“son of a bitch—” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips. he was already irritated upon arriving to your place. rafe had spent all afternoon arguing with ward over some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he had deadlines he already accepted he wasn’t going to be able to meet, it was like a thousand degrees outside and to top it all off; he was hungry.

“we’re just getting something to eat, bambi. you could honestly just leave the house like this.” rafe grumbled, already moving to get ahold of your elbow and drag you out. “what?! no— ray, can you please just give me ten minutes? all i have to do is put on some clothes and finish my makeup real quick. i’ll even take my rollers out in the truck, okay?” rafe studied you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he let out a deep breath.

“fine,” he nodded, “i’m gonna go turn the ac on in the truck, then. please try to make this fast.” you muttered an ‘okay..’ before spinning around and taking a seat at your vanity. you worked as quickly as you could, only getting as far as putting on some lip liner and lipgloss before you heard a honk outside. curling your lashes hastily, you wasted no time in slipping on a dress you hadn’t worn in a while.

grabbing your purse on the way out, you skipped down the stone walkway just in time for rafe to roll his window down. “do you have everything? your phone?” you paused. your phone was on your bed last time you saw it. “uhm, i’ll be right back..” you apologized when you saw the scowl on rafe’s face. your boyfriend shook his head when you tripped, nearly sending yourself on the ground as you rushed to go back inside. setting your purse down on the couch, you grabbed your phone and walked back out, your chest rising and falling as you tried to remain calm and collected.

“did you lock the door?” oh, you could just cry right now. “no..” you winced, walking up to the truck so rafe could give you his key. “my, god, what the hell is going on today? it’s like everyone is trying to piss me off.” you ignored his words, quicky making your way to the front door so you could lock it shut. it wasn’t until you were halfway down the driveway when you realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder. “wait, i forgot one more thing—” that was it. you had definitely pushed rafe past his limits now.

rafe snapped, the vein in his forehead bulging out of his skin as he shouted. “holy shit, just get in the fucking truck!” he waved his hands in the air as if you couldn’t see him standing right in front of you, his volume alone making you jolt. you stared blankly at him, your chest caving in on itself as rafe blinked, both of you sharing a knowing look. rafe watched your face morph as your chin wobbled and your eyes welled up with tears.

“i’m sorry—” he exhaled, instantly wrapping his arms around you, “i’m so sorry, baby, i won’t do that again.” you sniffled, letting him embrace you. it took you having to cry to make rafe realize he’d been acting like an asshole since he got here. “you know that scares me!” you cried, the velcrow of your rollers tickling his neck. “i know, i know,” he cradled your head, pressing kisses along your cheek, “here, we’ll just order something instead, yeah? we don’t have to go anywhere.” he turned off the truck, guiding you inside by the small of your back.

[alanisstonedd]

bet reader was shocked when munch marine!rafe ate her out for the first time, bc i know this man would be going at it for hours and hours

oh girl hes munch af

dream eater honestly. the man has it down to a science and will in fact go at it for HOURS. and with them muscles you know you're not going nowhere. hes got you locked down, licking at you slowwwwly with his WHOLE tongue, sucking at your entire pussy, slurping you up like the first time he ever tasted you.

hes NOT ashamed either. hes LOUD in bed cmon now. you can't even hear yourself - the only thing louder than the sound of his mouth on you is his deeeeeep grunts and rough groans. you'd think he had a vibrator on you with the way his noises reverberate through your pussy. but don't play him he WILL use tools - never shying away from anything that'll make you cum even harder than the last time.

you see GOD every single time, barely having the strength to making it through his fucking you into the sheets after.

he'll be discreet about it if he needs to be but he don't care really. will straight up ask "baby.. lemme eat you.." and just grin at you like a kid. he knows you can resist his eyes.... or his hands that snatch you up and start groping when you try to make excuses. and AGAIN - don't play him, he will get on his knees and beg... eventually taking matters into his own hands and throwing your leg over his shoulder.

you're not safe from 69 either, its a frequent occurrence in y'alls bedroom. he'll lay there mouthing at you, arms locked around you hips, canting up into your mouth softly until you're both drunk off each other moaning like its spiritual. its almost like way you're drooling all over him actively makes him crave your pussy in his mouth 10x more.

loves to wake you up with it.. throwing the sheets off so when you wake up moaning and crack an eye, you immediately see him - also usually naked - looking up at you like he won the lottery. "mornin' baby" he'll rumble with a wet smooch to your clit.

[houseofblve]

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a/n: inspired by the fact that i got a new fuggler child yesterday 🩷🩷🩷 also angel canon kiki’s delivery service lover

[kissylec]

LOST AND FOUND — rafe cameron, 15

pairing . . . rafe cameron x routledge!reader in which . . . rafe cameron was a peculiar human being. he's grotesque, a kook, rude, but above all, he's your best friend, or at least he was. abruptly and without warning, he pushed you away, you'd love to understand why, since you were seventeen. but after many dead ends, you came to accept that maybe rafe didn't belong in your life, that he was just a thorn in your shoe and that he was just like all the kooks. or was he? ch warning .ᐟ . . . curse words, men behaviour, angst if you look closely

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[lalaloopsieparty]

Paradise…War Zone 09

Paradise…War Zone master list~

a/n: I’m so excited for the next few chapters yall don’t even know what you’re in for…🥰🥰

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[rafesproperty]

texting bf!rafe (& bsf!barry) pt. 5

hellooo long time no see, i included bsf barry cuz i love him

[7-deadly-cats]

୨୧ his shy angel ୨୧

genre: one-shot, smut, 18+ mdni

pairing: bf!rafe cameron x fem!shy!reader

cw: suggestive language & sexual content, mention of alcohol consumption (reader being tipsy), masturbation, cowgirl-position, praise kink elements, embarrassment & shyness (reader), light teasing & encouragement (rafe), visual stimulation, unprotected sex

summary: at a party, drunk and needy reader suddenly gets the desire of wanting to please herself while sitting on rafe’s cock. back at home, she brings up this idea.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i wanted to try sth different for once (this is my first time writing smut like this lmao) and i’m incapable at writing short stuff so this is a lot longer than intended. honestly idk what else to say (help), so i hope you enjoy and lmk what you think <3

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“Are you sure about this?” Rafe let out an amused chuckle after you had explained it to him.

You had just gotten home from a party at Kelce’s, and the entire night, you’d been clinging to his side. Well, clinging wasn’t the right word—you’d been needy.

When you were drunk, you were a lost cause. Everything around you faded into the background—everything except Rafe. And the thought of what was underneath that perfectly fitted polo and shorts.

You could practically feel the pulse in your clit, the way your nerves tingled. Sitting next to him on the couch, having to hold yourself back from thinking about how he’d take you from behind or shove his thick cock down your throat…

Fuck, that was impossible. And Rafe knew it.

He knew exactly what was going through your head as you sat there, looking all seemingly innocent and half-asleep while he chatted with Topper.

And God, he loved to see you squirm.

You were naturally shy, and when you got this obviously needy, fuck, it took everything in him not to take you right here on the couch in front of everyone.

But that was what made it fun. Teasing you. Keeping his own self-control in check. It only took his hand resting on your thigh—too close to where you really wanted it—to have your panties soaked.

And that frustrating, unbearable need to wait had your clit throbbing, aching. You’d seriously considered locking yourself in Kelce’s bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub, and getting yourself off—because the pressure was downright excruciating.

Because ever since you’d felt Rafe’s cock inside you for the first time—fuck, you’d winced at his size—but what had come after that?

Short answer: you were addicted.

And it was so incredibly embarrassing—because before Rafe, you’d been a clueless virgin. Opening yourself up to someone like him had taken everything in you. But Rafe was a good boyfriend, he had been very patient, waiting until you were ready, and ever since then, you couldn’t think about anything else but his cock pushing inside you.

Saying that out loud, though? That was still hard sometimes. No matter how much you craved him, you were still a shy girl at heart.

You barely spoke to others unless spoken to, and just like that, you only ever initiated sex when Rafe made the first move. And because he worried that his need for you might be too overwhelming—that he might intimidate you—he tried not to push too hard.

But the pressure, the want, was still there. And instead of asking Rafe to help ease the ache, you often took care of it yourself.

And every time your fingers explored your soaked folds, all you could think about was bouncing on Rafe’s big, throbbing cock.

Fuck.

And then, sitting on Kelce’s couch, a thought hit you. An idea. Something you wanted to try.

Sober, you’d never say it out loud. But like this? Tipsy? The alcohol loosened your restraint just enough.

Still, you decided to wait until you were back at Tannyhill—because whispering it into his ear right here, while he was mid-conversation with Topper? Yeah, his reaction alone would make it obvious you were up to something. And you’d die if anyone else caught on.

So you held onto the thought until, finally, you stumbled into Rafe’s room, collapsing onto his bed with your sweet little ass pressed into the mattress.

And when you looked up at him—big, wide eyes, warm, flushed cheeks?

Fuck. That alone made him crazy.

And as much as he wanted to push his cock down your throat in that exact position, watching your eyes tear up from his size, he reminded himself—you’d been a sweet, innocent virgin just a month ago.

And he certainly didn’t want to overwhelm his shy little angel.

But then you told him your idea. Nervous. Hesitant. And fuck, that made his cock twitch in his shorts.

Still, he let out a low chuckle as if he couldn't quite believe you.

“I’m serious,” you said, suddenly uncertain, cheeks burning from the alcohol and embarrassment. “I wanna try it.”

Shit. Your tipsy state, the way you were practically begging without even realizing it… You were playing a dangerous game.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips. If this time, you were the one calling the shots? Fuck it. Why not?

“Alright,” he said, watching the way your eyes lit up. And that look alone? That only fueled his own need. “If it makes my baby happy.”

A few kisses and teasing touches later, you found yourself hovering over Rafe, your soaked pussy just inches above his hard cock—your body completely bare.

And even though Rafe had seen you naked dozens of times by now, you still felt so incredibly shy, so unsure.

His hands trailed slowly up your thighs, sending a shiver down your spine. “Shit, I haven’t even done anything, and you’re already this wet,” he muttered, his fingers gliding through your dripping folds. “You sure you don’t want me to take over, baby?”

A soft, unbidden sigh escaped your lips, and your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. You shook your head, still uncertain, your eyes wide.

Another moan slipped past your lips as his fingers ventured further, searching for your entrance.

Fuck, you wanted to give in to him—but not tonight.

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, not too tight but firm enough. Your gaze met his, and holy shit—the way you looked at him, bratty yet so innocent at the same time…

Fuck.

He wanted to flip you over, bend you in half, thrust into you from behind, tell you just how fucking perfect you were. For a second, he seriously considered it. But he was too intrigued by your sudden need to take control.

Rafe let his fingers glide over your slick folds one last time, savoring the soft little sigh that left your lips, before pulling his hand away. Amusement flickered in his eyes. “Go on then.”

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Your courage almost wavered—but the hunger in his gaze gave you the push you needed.

Your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, and you felt his body tense, every little movement you made watched like a predator stalking its prey, just waiting for the wrong move before it pounced.

You bit your lip, guiding him to your entrance, and with a breathy sound, you sank down onto him.

Rafe let out a deep grunt as his cock slid inside you. You were already so fucking wet that his entire length went in with ease.

“Taking it all in like a good girl.”

His hands found your hips, adjusting your position just slightly. You whimpered softly when the shift sent a gentle jolt through you, his cock pressing against that perfect spot.

His eyes flickered down to your pretty tits, bouncing slightly from the movement. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your sides, reaching the soft curves of your breasts.

He stroked the sensitive skin, sending a shiver across your body.

You smiled shyly, but now that it was actually happening—

Shit. It was so embarrassing that you’d even voiced the desire in the first place.

Rafe’s hands found your thighs again, his grip firmer this time, his voice low. “Come on, baby, there’s no need to be shy with me. I can take over if you want.”

You shook your head, painfully aware of his thick cock inside you, just waiting for you to move.

“No,” you murmured, your voice coming out smaller than you’d intended. “I… let me do it.”

Rafe leaned back into the pillow, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, baby.”

You nodded, biting your lip, probably looking as embarrassed as you felt. But the alcohol had dulled your senses, and you’d been waiting for this moment for hours—sitting next to Rafe on Kelce’s boring-ass party couch, needy, panties soaked.

And then, almost on instinct, your fingers found your outer folds.

You closed your eyes, hoping to push the embarrassment away.

Rafe’s cock twitched inside you as his eyes followed the movement of your index and middle fingers finding your clit.

Fuck. Now that you felt it yourself—you were so fucking wet. And somehow, that turned you on even more.

Slowly, you started moving, gentle circles, applying just the right amount of pressure—still so tense that your thighs clung to his hips. Your clit pulsed beneath your fingers, and your breathing grew shallower.

Mentally, you were still caught up in the fact that you were exposing yourself to Rafe in a way you never had before.

But the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, his uneven breathing, and the pleasure steadily building inside you, fueled something in you that made you forget your embarrassment.

“No, baby.” Rafe’s soft voice pulled you from your attempt to let go. “Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, fingers pausing their movement.

Your brows furrowed slightly, uncertainty flickering in your expression. A small, breathless, “What?” was all you managed to say.

Rafe’s hands traced slow, soothing circles over your hips, but his gaze was firm. “I want you to look at me while you do it.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and instinctively, your walls clenched around him. You barely shook your head, clearly flustered. “I…”

"You’re perfect, baby. No need to hide from me." Rafe’s blue eyes bore into you, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Okay?"

The thought of keeping eye contact with him while you touched yourself—fuck, it sobered you up and made your heart race at the same time.

It gave you a thrill, something about it feeling forbidden, so revealing.

However, like a good girl, you only nodded, cheeks flushed, too afraid that speaking would make you even more self-aware.

"Good girl," he murmured, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

So, you kept your eyes open, holding his gaze with the kind of shame and hesitation that made you feel like a deer caught in the eyes of a wolf.

Then, your fingers slid between your folds again, finding your swollen clit. All the waiting, all the teasing—it was catching up to you.

Rafe’s gaze never wavered. "Go on, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful."

You bit your lip, embarrassed, and started moving again—slowly, carefully, too shy to let yourself fully go.

Of course, you’d already ridden his cock, let him fuck you from behind, moaned sounds you never even thought you were capable of, but this…

This was different.

It was so incredibly exposing—not just physically but as if you were baring your entire self to him.

You pushed those thoughts away and kept going, fingers pressing down a little harder.

The sensation of his thick cock inside you, the way his hungry gaze followed your every movement—it turned you on more than it should.

"Yeah, baby, keep going. No need to hold back."

And then, hearing those little praises, seeing the way he was barely holding himself back—

Fuck.

It awakened something desperate in you.

Your fingers kept circling that sensitive spot, and then, almost instinctively, your hips started to move—slowly, deliberately, rocking back and forth.

And feeling Rafe inside you sent a soft moan tumbling from your lips—only making your embarrassment worse.

His fingers dug into your hips, and he let out a primal sound. "Fuck, baby, this is so hot."

Another sigh escaped you, and your need grew—like your pussy suddenly remembered just how desperate you had been earlier, sitting next to Rafe on that couch.

Your fingers moved faster, more urgently, and seeing you in this flustered state—your wide eyes looking down at him, brows knitted together, lips swollen and parted—fuck, you looked so innocent, so shy.

Rafe wanted nothing more than to thrust up into you, to watch you bounce on his cock, to hear you whimper as his tip pressed against your inner walls—but this…

This was almost better.

Watching you pleasure yourself on his hard cock, watching you slowly push yourself toward the edge, letting go right in front of him—holy shit.

And the way you moved on him, slow and teasing, you felt so fucking good.

He made sure you knew just how beautiful you looked—how perfect, how fucking pretty you were. He praised you between his own deep groans. "Fuck, baby, don’t stop. You feel so fucking good."

Your fingers worked your clit more firmly now, needier. Little whimpering sounds slipped from your lips, and your hips moved more deliberately—up and down, chasing the feeling.

You were dripping wet, your fingers coated in your own slick, and feeling Rafe’s cock inside you, stretching you open as you gasped and held his gaze, pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

And all that previous waiting had only made the sensation between your legs even more intense—your clit swollen and pulsing, fuck, you were a whimpering mess now, bouncing on his cock.

The need for release poured into your desperate movements, your sweet little noises.

"Fuck, baby, you close?" Rafe’s fingers dug deeper into your hips, his own breathing now shallow and low.

You only nodded, another whimper slipping out, your folds so slick and wet that you had to be careful not to let your fingers slip from your clit.

One of Rafe’s hands slid from your hip down your thigh, stroking the sensitive skin as he exhaled, heavy and deep. "Do you want me to finish it for you?"

This time, you shook your head, continuing to pleasure yourself—the slick sounds of your fingers working your clit the only thing filling your mind as you chased that release.

Rafe chuckled lowly. His hand wandered back to your hip, his grip tightening as if to steady you. As much as he loved watching you touch yourself, he had reached his limit. "Then let me help you another way."

You gasped when he suddenly thrust up into you, his tip pressing against your inner walls. But fuck—it only heightened the pleasure, sent a whole new wave of sensation crashing over you.

You leaned forward slightly, giving him better leverage as his arms held you steady. "Does that feel good?"

Again, you only nodded, lips trembling from the overwhelming sensations, swollen from how hard you’d been biting down on them.

All the while, your fingers kept moving—faster, more desperate. You were so fucking close, and it showed in the messy whimpering sounds slipping from your lips, spurring Rafe on even more.

His thick, throbbing cock kept pounding into you, his breathing ragged and unsteady.

Fuck, you were driving him insane.

Your pussy was so wet, stretched around him, that you had to clench just to keep a grip on him—and that, fuck, that nearly sent him over the edge.

The way you were bent over slightly, your sweet tits practically begging to be squeezed—but his hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into your dripping pussy with a desperate rhythm.

And you—fuck, just a little more, just a little bit…

Your fingers slipped from your slick folds for a moment, and a frustrated whimper escaped you.

Needy, they found their way back to your swollen clit, and the urgency for release was unbearable.

Fuck, you couldn’t think about anything else—only Rafe’s thick cock stretching you open, the way he was looking at you, full of satisfaction, pride, and just a hint of amusement. Like he was thinking about how embarrassed you had been at first, how shy you were to even admit you wanted this—

And now you were a needy, whimpering mess, desperately trying to make yourself come.

Fuck—Rafe himself was right there. He could feel his release building, the pressure at his tip, the overwhelming need to fill your aching pussy with his cum—

But you were his sweet little angel.

He wanted to watch you fall apart on his cock first.

So, he slowed his thrusts just a little—but made them stronger, more deliberate. And that—fuck, that pulled the sweetest, most desperate little noises from you.

“Rafe…” you sighed, holding his gaze, your fingers working your clit uncontrollably, your cheeks burning with heat. Your breathing was rapid, desperate for release.

"Yeah, baby, let go. Just let yourself go."

His deep moans only fueled the primal hunger building inside you, and you stopped holding back. Letting him thrust into you while you pleasured yourself, whimpering, fuck, that, that—

Your lips parted, brows furrowed, and your eyes rolled back.

Fuckkk.

When you moaned his name again in that sweet, whimpering sound, his cock slammed against your inner walls at the same time, sending a shaking, nerve-wracking wave of pleasure through your entire body—

And you let go.

Breathless, you sank down onto his lap, your fingers moving in slow, delicate strokes to prolong every last bit of your orgasm.

And in that exact moment—when you collapsed fully onto his cock—you felt it.

The warmth of his cum spilling deep inside your pussy.

Rafe’s fingers dug into your skin, his head pressing back into the pillow as a deep groan left his lips. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.”

With shaking hands and a racing heart, you pulled your fingers away from your dripping pussy, reveling in the lingering waves of pleasure as you came down from your high—still wrapped around his cock.

Rafe kept his grip on your hips as he slowly sat up. A cocky smirk played on his lips when he caught the quiet sigh slipping past yours.

One hand found the side of your neck, soft and gentle, while the other caressed your flushed cheek. His thumb brushed over your swollen bottom lip, and an amused chuckle rumbled from his chest as he noticed the faint bite marks on the inside.

Even though you had been an absolute whimpering mess on his cock, you’d still tried to hold back your sounds.

Rafe leaned in, pressing a kiss to the spot, his next words filled with a protective, almost possessive urgency. "Still my shy little angel."

The hand on your cheek drifted down, fingers grazing your throat until both rested lightly at the sides of your neck, his thumbs pressing just barely against your skin.

"Don’t worry, baby," he murmured, voice low and full of promise. "Next time, I’ll make sure you’re singing my name at full volume."

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between your thighs - jj maybank

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pairing: jj maybank x fem! reader

warnings: established relationship, simp!jj, pet names, cursing, fingering, oral sex (fem! receiving), munch!jj, overstimulation, English is my second language!

type: pure smut

word count: 900

belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER

summary: jj maybank has only one favourite place in the world…

more content: outer banks masterlist, jj maybank masterlist

a/n: I KNOW IT'S MARCH, I HAD TO GET RID OF DRAFTS FORGIVE ME

The summer air was thick and warm inside the dimly lit walls of the Chateau. The sound of crickets filled the night outside, a soft melody accompanying the occasional creak of the house as it settled into its age. JJ Maybank sat lazily against the old couch, his golden hair disheveled, a telltale smirk tugging at his lips. His shirt hung loosely over his toned frame, unbuttoned, exposing his sun-kissed skin, while his girlfriend, [Y/N], lounged just within arm’s reach.

She was perched on the edge of the coffee table, her legs crossed teasingly, wearing a light summer dress that did little to hide the curve of her thighs. JJ’s blue eyes were glued to her, his pupils blown wide as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Do you even realize what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as he shifted forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His fingers played absentmindedly with a loose thread on his jeans, but his focus never wavered.

[Y/N] tilted her head, feigning innocence as she leaned forward, her smile sweet but her tone playful. “Do what to you?”

JJ groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You drive me insane, babe. Can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop wanting you.”

He pushed himself to his feet and took a step closer, his gaze trailing down her body like he was memorizing every inch.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as he knelt before her, his hands finding their way to her knees. Gently, he eased her legs apart, his touch reverent, like she was something to be worshipped.

“JJ,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

His lips quirked up in a cocky grin. “Yeah, darlin’?”

Before she could respond, he dipped his head, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of her thigh. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his lips, and the faintest hint of salt from the summer heat lingered. JJ’s hands gripped her thighs firmly, his thumbs caressing soothing patterns as he worked his way higher, savoring every second.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he admitted between kisses, his voice muffled against her skin. “How much I wanna be right here. How much I love… you.”

[Y/N] let out a soft moan, her fingers threading through his hair as she leaned back, giving him full access. JJ’s kisses grew bolder, more purposeful, until he reached the hem of her dress. He paused, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Can I?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically tender, a sign of how much he cared for her comfort and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe as he ran his thumbs along the edges of the lace, teasing her.

He pressed a kiss to the curve of her hip, then another, trailing a path toward the place he truly wanted to be. His lips were soft, his breath hot against her skin, and the anticipation made her stomach twist with need.

“JJ,” she breathed, her tone shaky but desperate, her hips subtly tilting toward him.

He smirked against her skin. “So impatient, baby,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

But there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes as he hooked his fingers around her panties, pulling them down slowly. The way his gaze stayed locked on hers as he worked had her heart racing, her chest rising and falling with every uneven breath. When she was finally bare before him, JJ took a moment to simply look at her, his lips parting as though he couldn’t believe she was real.

“Gonna make you feel so good, darlin’. Promise.”

Then he leaned in, his mouth meeting her with a gentleness that made her toes curl. His tongue traced over her folds with deliberate slowness, savoring her like she was his favorite thing in the world—and honestly, she was. The moment he found her most sensitive spot, he applied the perfect amount of pressure, pulling a gasp from her lips.

Her hands tightened in his hair, guiding him closer as a soft moan escaped her. JJ groaned in response, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He loved this—loved the way she fell apart for him, loved knowing that he was the one making her feel this way.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled against her, his voice muffled but dripping with adoration. “Could stay here forever, baby. Right here between your legs.”

His tongue worked her with expert precision, alternating between teasing flicks and firm pressure, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as her body trembled beneath him. Every little sound she made—every moan, every sharp intake of breath—spurred him on, making him even more determined to make her fall apart completely.

“JJ, I—” Her words caught in her throat, her body tightening as the heat building inside her reached its peak.

“That’s it, baby,” JJ encouraged, his voice rough and full of need. “Let go for me. Wanna feel you fall apart.”

With one final flick of his tongue, she shattered, her body arching off the table as waves of pleasure crashed over her. JJ held her through it, his lips and tongue continuing their work, drawing out every last bit of her release until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

A/N:

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[mimihasmotionsickness]

Home Again

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III.

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NOTES: college is actually making me loose my mind I HATE IT SO MUCH

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[aphroditeinthesea]

" hopelessly devoted to you "

jj maybank x innocent!reader

⚠️ swearing and mentioning of past sexual encounters

The party in some random’s house was getting stuffier by the second. You could hardly hear over the blaring music and could barely see through the clouds of smoke, let alone breathe. You had separated yourself from your friends to go to the bathroom but soon regretted it when you couldn't find a familiar face in sight. At last, you found a slight breeze from the open door. You squeezed your way out through people dancing and stumbling from their own intoxications.

You nearly slipped on sand that had breezed its way onto the front porch. You grabbed onto a railing to walk down the small stairs that led out. You walked over to a tree to lean against while you pulled out your phone to text any of your friends. You began typing something when you noticed faceless voices from the other side of the tree.

“Did you see JJ Maybank?” Your ears perked at the name of one of your closest friends being spoken by some girl you didn't know.

“No, why?”

“He was looking hot,” the girl’s voice slurred, “I hooked up with him last year, might need to again.”

The other girl’s voice chuckled, “I believe in you,” she said softer, clearly more sober, “but I thought he was dating that girl he’s always hanging with.”

“Kie?” Your phone was completely disregarded with a half written text on its screen as you stepped further back to try and hear them clearer.

“No, no, the other one,” the girl responded, “she’s like the prude one.”

Your stomach churned at the conversation. You. That’s how they described you. You were sure just mentioning your hair color would have suited just fine.

“Oh, her?” the drunker voice laughed, “even if he is, I don't think that would stop him.”

You found a pain in your stomach. Why would they think you two were dating? And why didn't they care?

You began walking away to the side of the house. You had a simple plan to wallow in yourself. You knew it was silly, but it couldn't help but bother you. Your heart was fucking stupid. That's what it was. When you first met JJ, that was one of the things most talked about him. He was serious about nothing. Not school, not his future, and not girls. But you couldn't help but sort of just fall.

“There you are,” the exact voice of pain sounded. You looked up to see him standing with the rest of the pogues, a blunt in his hand. He blew out a ring before he passed it to John B on his right, “where’ve you been?”

You leaned against the paneled wall, “around,” you shrugged, “needed some air.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “you alright?”

You quickly nodded, going stiff from his touch, “I’m fine.” Your arms crossed over your chest, “just tired.”

His thumb brushed the skin on your shoulder, exposed from your tank top, “I can walk you home if you wanna dip.”

“No, it’s okay,” you shook your head, “I’ll hang around for a little longer.”

“You sure?”

You nodded as you finally let yourself relax into his shoulder, “yeah, I’ll be fine.”

His arm around you tightened to keep you steady. “Let me know when you wanna go, I’ll walk you back.”

You hummed in agreement while you failed to notice the raised eyebrows at him from his friends. He waved them off with his free arm to get them off his back. Your tired eyes fluttered open when you heard the familiar laughter of the girls from before. You looked over to the source. One of the girls stumbled over towards your group while you subconsciously pressed yourself further towards JJ.

“Hey, Maybank,” she smirked.

“Uh, hey,” he nodded towards the girl. You watched her eyes pan over you briefly, making it worse. Like you weren't something she needed to worry about. Just the prude who hung around them.

She stepped closer, but just when she was about to try to say something, your voice found a quiet tone to speak up in.

“I’m gonna head out now,” you announced, standing up straighter. The girl glared at you and your timid voice. “Walk me home?” You asked, your doe eyes looking at JJ through your lashes.

He hesitated momentarily before nodding, “yeah, come on.” His arms traveled down to the small of your back to lead you away. He turned his head towards his friends, “see you, guys, later.”

They all waved their goodbyes to you and the blond boy as you turned around to wave back. You two made it to the sidewalk before he let his hand separate from your skin. Much to your disappointment.

“Did you know that girl?” You asked, your fingers nervously twirling in your hair.

He shook his head, “no, uhm,” he looked at his feet kicking small rocks on the concrete, “kinda.”

You turned your head up at him, “kinda?”

He looked at you finally, “well, we, I guess, we hooked up one time.”

“Oh,” you broke eye contact, “I heard her talking about you.”

“Really?”

You hesitated, wondering if you should even tell him, “yeah, she was saying she wanted to, you know..”

He laughed, “oh, wow.”

“Sorry about that.”

“About what?”

You awkwardly smiled, “cockblocking you, I guess.”

He chuckled and ran a hand over his face, “oh my God.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again, “you did not cockblock me, y/n.”

You giggled, “you sure?”

“Yeah, I did not want to get with her again.” He let the words fall out of his mouth, ultimately regretting them.

“Oh.”

“I mean, I just,” he sighed, “I don't like her like that. It was just one time.”

When you were about to respond, you noticed your house in front of you. He let go of you so you could walk over to open the gate, “thanks for walking with me.”

He nodded, “anytime.” He smiled down at you, “get some sleep.”

You closed the white gate, leaning over it to press a lipgloss kiss to his cheek, “see you tomorrow, Jayj.”

His hand reached up to his cheek, just hovering over the stain without wiping it off, “see you tomorrow.”

You shyly smiled before turning around and walking down the stone path leading to your front door. You opened it as you partly turned around to see him making sure you got in safely. You held up your hand, your fingers waved goodbye to him before you walked in.

You closed the door and locked it behind you. You felt a smile making its stay on your face while you leaned against the white wood. You felt the way you always did after seeing him. You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, he’s just a good friend. But the butterflies wouldn’t fade away.

[stxrrkissed]

── ۶ৎ DRUNK CONFESSION .ᐟ

℘ pope heyward x fem!pogue!reader ৴ LENGTH 670

DESCRIPTION after a night of partying, a confession slips from your lips.

CONTENT fluffy ꣑ alcohol mentioned ꣑ soft!pope.

THOUGHTS ahhh, my first pope fic!! i’ve been working on this for a while and couldn’t wait to release it.

𝒾. mlist 𝒾𝒾. previous fic 𝒾𝒾𝒾. prompts 𝒾𝓋. based on this ask

“HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN (NAME), I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND HER ALL NIGHT?” Pope questions as he runs into jj, John b, and Kiara.

Confusion takes over his facial expression when he sees them burst into laughter, John B pointing somewhere behind him and he swivels his head around to see in the direction he’s pointing.

There you were, standing on a table with the biggest grin on your face, swaying your body from side to side in the rhythm of the music, holding onto a red cup letting him know that you’re flat out drunk.

“She’s having the time of her life,” Kiara shouts over the music. “I’m going to take her home,” Pope comments as JJ snickers behind him. “Look at you playing superhero.”

“Shut up jj.” Pope laughs before walking in your direction, a huge smile plastered on his face at the sight of you. ”Hey Pope! Come dance with me,” you exclaim, moving your body to the music.

“No, I'm good. How about you come down for me, love?” He questions, capturing your gaze, watching the pout form on your lips. “If you come down, I’ll get you your favorite food tomorrow.”

He knows exactly what to say when it comes to you as he watches the smile reappear on your face as you take his hand, carefully stepping down from the table and allowing him to snake an arm around your waist to help your balance. “D…Did you have fun?” You slur your words together as you bring the red cup to your mouth but before you can take another sip, the cup is taken from your hand.

“I think that's enough for you and yes I did have fun.” Clearly taking offense from having the cup snatched away from you, you shoot a glare towards him. “Hey! I was drinking that!”

“(Name), you’re drunk.”

“I’m not srunk…” you spit out and all you hear is a laugh from him. “Yeah right, you couldn’t even say drunk right?” He laughs, holding onto you tightly to make sure you didn’t fall.

“What did I say?” Confusion is all over your face as you try to recall what you last said but the alcohol clearly has control over your mind. “Let’s just make it home.”

A few minutes later, the two of you arrive in front of your place, you clinging onto him as he shuffles through your keychain; locating the one that opens your front door. He inserts it into the keyhole, turning it to the left while pushing the door open, letting you walk in first before locking it behind him.

You lazily kick off your flats, letting them go where they land, dropping your bag on the couch. “Alright, let's get you out of those clothes and get you to bed.”

You nod your head yes as you grab onto him once more, Pope guides you to your bedroom and you immediately start to undress, not really caring if he sees anything but he already has his back to give you your privacy. “Th..Thanks Pope for helping me,” you say, pulling the nightgown over your head, touching his arm to indicate it’s fine to look.

“No problem, you know I always got you.”

A smile sits pretty on your face at his response. "I know this isn’t the place, and I might not even remember this tomorrow, but… I like you. Like, a lot." you confess, catching his eye contact as he registers what you just said.

It really takes him for surprise, he was not expecting you to say something like that. It's not that he didn’t feel the same way because he does in fact have feelings for you for a very long time, he just didn’t think you felt the same way as he didn’t want to ruin the friendship y’all had.

Now that Pope knows how you feel, he can plan to ask you out, of course when you’re sober and can remember every last bit of it.

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[alanisstonedd]

marine!rafe getting home with a fresh buzzcut and some stubble bullying his fattttt cock into you as soon as he can... the dirty talk would be nasty as hell

LIKE COME ONNNNNNN.

cw: MDNI smuttttttyyyy, nasty nasty talk, p in v, light choking, little cum play, rough sex

an: i love him hes so nasty its romantic & writing ts was TOO fun

OKAY dude doesn't even give you a chance to breathe before he's kicking the door shut behind him, the sharp slam echoing through the house. his fresh buzzcut catches the dim light of your entryway, beautiful tattoos rippling along with his muscles, and the rough stubble on his jaw scratches DELICIOUSLY against your skin as he crashes his lips against yours. yall are both so desperate its not even funny, practically heaving into each others mouths, too excited to slow down for even a second.

hes always away for such long periods of time, it rlly hurts him :( all he has is his extensive collection of nasty pics and vids of you to hold him over, poor baby, tugging his dick every night to the thought of fucking his sexy girl again.

but once hes backkkkk girl his big hands are everywhere at once, gripping your hips, sliding up under your shirt, pressing so possessively into your lower back. "fuck, baby," he groans into your mouth, voice thick with all that pent-up hunger from deployment he spent every second of yearning for you. "you taste even sweeter than i remember" he can't help but lick over every inch of skin he can get to, wanting to taste you fully for all the nights he couldn't, "its all that whip' cream you put on me before you left rafe" you giggle into his neck, reveling in his total worship of you.

girl he wastes absolutely no time, lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hard cock pressing insistently against your core through his army fatigues. yall would probably dry hump until you both cum all over yourselves if you didn't miss the delicious rush of fucking each other so much. and the GROWLS when you grind down against him?? you just end up grinding 10x harder, trying to catch your clit on him - hes so fine it makes you that much more hungry to cum all over him.

he'll bully you down onto the nearest surface, barely breaking your heated kiss to tear your clothes off like its his literal mission. his eyes glaze over, jaw clenched as he frees his thick cock, already hot, flushed, and leaking at the tip - hes actually been thinking about this since the moment he left.

he teases you, like he consistently loves to do upon arriving home, lovingggg the way your face mirrors the same frustration he felt for you the entirety of his deployment. he licks his lips, bottom one pinned by his top teeth, sliding his cock head through your dripping entrance, watching your face scrunch up with anticipation, and your breath skipping in your heaving chest.

"look at you, baby," he breathes harshly, feeling his own chest clench at how sexy you look all disheveled. he missed you like hell - and he most definitely missed that pre-fuck hazy look you give him. hes sliding justttttt the head inside, stretching you slowly. "already fuckin' soaked, you been waitin' for this cock, huh baby?" hes so locked in that he can't concentrate on one thing, whipping his head up and down trying to see everything at once - the way he stretches you so nicely all the way up to your face relaxing and straining in pleasure.

his head dives into your neck to lick at you, stubble scratching your chest, "yes, fuck—rafe, please," you whine. your hips canting beneath him, you wish he'd just fuck you already, so frustrated with his torture. his thumb will alwayssss find your clit, circling firmly just how you like until you're legs are shaking, eyes rolling back into your head.

"begging already? c'mon, baby, i barely started," he smirks, pushing in deeper, inch by devastating fucking inch. "whose pussy is this? tell me" unfortunately he can't help but play with his food, LOVING the way your body practically begs for him, finally back where you belong - on his dick ofc.

"it's yours—fuck, rafe, it's yours," you gasp, the air feeling too thick in the fog created by his extremely unhurried movements, nails digging into his muscular shoulders, streaking his intricate tattoos with bright red.

"damn right," he growls, FINALLY sinking in to the hilt, full balls pressing tight against your ass. he immediately sets a brutal pace, hips snapping forward relentlessly, cock dragging against your walls, perfectly hitting every spot left untouched for so long. "gonna fuck your beautiful ass so stupid, make sure you never forget the only dick that fills you up like this."

his hand wraps loosely around your throat, forcing you to meet his intense blue-eyed gaze. "you missed me, huh? missed bein' stuffed full every fuckin' night. don't worry, bae—imma spend alllllllll night remindin' you."

and girl you BEEN spiraling for a minute now, body clenching soo tight around him, sparkling tears of pleasure blurring your vision. he grins - that absolutely wicked rafe grin - grinding deep, his dog tags and chain jingling with every powerful thrust. "cum on my cock, baby. drain my balls."

and LITERALLY at his command you shatter violently, crying out like a whore as your vision goes white, your pussy spasming uncontrollably around him. and ofc instead of slowing down, rafe grabs your hips even tighter, fingers bruising your skin as he pounds into you even HARDER, chasing his own release down like an enemy target - he'd fuck you through an earthquake in this state... more like - fuck you so hard an earthquake actually starts.

"fuck... look at that messy pussy," he groans like a pervert, licking into your mouth, wishing you could taste yourself on his tongue. "makin' such a fuckin' mess for me baby," he growls, voice strained with lust and hunger. but he pulls out abruptly, flipping you onto your stomach and thrusting back inside like he needs you to feel it deep in your guts - MEANNN. his huge palm smacking your ass sharply, leaving it stinging and hot. "gonna fill you up, fuckin' ruin you, baby. you're not walkin' tomorrow."

he leans forward, teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispers so deep and harsh, "and this pussy better not even dream of another dick. you hear me? i'm fuckin' claiming you from the inside out." you moan out like a complete slut, his words sending a delicious thrum through your core.

"y-yes—fuck— rafe, it's all yours," you whimper brokenly, practically hiccuping, overstimulated and absolutely wrecked.

he grunts loudly, "fuck—i love you so fuckin' much bae", finally unloading inside you with thick, hot ropes of cum, so deep you swear you can taste it, salty zing in the back of your throat. "i love you baby—i love you s-so much" you groan, in complete bliss at the feel of his warm cum spilling out of you. panting heavily, he leans over your trembling form, licking and sucking at the salty sweat on your neck.

"welcome home, baby," you whisper-laugh, voice already hoarse from screaming, grinning at him like a fool, still shaking beneath him.

he chuckles darkly, slowly grinding his hips to fuck his cum even deeper into you. "baby, we're just gettin' started. im fuckin' you all night, nasty girl." he murmurs the last bit against your lips, getting lost in your sweetness all over again as your tongues mingle. you squeek happily from a firm smack to your booty, "mmm, delicious... fuckin' made for me.."

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LOST AND FOUND — rafe cameron, 14

pairing . . . rafe cameron x routledge!reader in which . . . rafe cameron was a peculiar human being. he's grotesque, a kook, rude, but above all, he's your best friend, or at least he was. abruptly and without warning, he pushed you away, you'd love to understand why, since you were seventeen. but after many dead ends, you came to accept that maybe rafe didn't belong in your life, that he was just a thorn in your shoe and that he was just like all the kooks. or was he? ch warning .ᐟ . . . curse words, sexual innuendo

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Paradise…War Zone 10

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a/n: So sorry for the lack of a new chapter yesterday guys, it’s been a busy weekend already!! I’ll try to get one more part out today!

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