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WET WRATH!

pairing - bf!trevor x fem!reader

warning! - 18+ mdni, smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (avoid the dread, cover your head)

a/n - some fluff at the end where reader says “i love you” for the first time 🥹. also guys, this was my first time writing smut?! there’s defo more to come. anyways, enjoy!

“shit…” trevor drawls out as the water creates a wet, glistening look for your tits. his tits. he’d always prided himself when it came to your body, he worshipped it like it needed to be, because quite frankly in his eyes you were a goddess. and goddesses are worshipped aren’t they?

so now, as you both stood beneath the running shower head, his hands coursed around your waist and he coiled down so that his lips could reach the slip of your neck. his hard cock pushed against your back, the closer he pulled you towards him. steam clouded your vision as you rested your head back on trevor’s shoulder to give him more space to go further down your body. his one hand remained steady on your waist whilst the other snaked its way up to grope your tit as he still remained locked onto your neck. your hands find its way to his buzzed hair as you softly run them up and down, causing a groan from trevor.

the hand that was initially on your waist slowly slid its way down to your dripping, wet pussy. trevor lets out a low murmur, “see how much this body reacts to my fingers? haven’t even touched you with my cock yet, baby,” he mused. his fingers continued to slide down in between your folds, a quiet whimper escaped your parted lips, encouraging him to rub his fingers along your clit. his other hand progressively got rougher against your tits with every rub of your clit.

“inside, trevor… please?” you tried to form a coherent sentence, mind blank from the upcoming orgasm you were about to receive. “why don’t i give you my cock instead, baby? how’s that, huh? only for my girl ‘kay?” his fingers suddenly stop, making you whine from the sudden seclusion. instead, he picks you up and presses your back against the cold shower wall, you automatically wrap your legs around his lower abdomen and his hands reach your ass to steady the both of you. without another second wasted, he pushes his cock deep into you making you shriek with pleasure and him groan against your skin.

“your pretty pussy ‘s always so tight for me.” trevor lets out a shaky breath before thrusting his hips back and forth into you. “fuck, trevor!” you cry out and his thrust become more fast paced. both your breaths were hot and heavy disguised by the vapour the hot water let out. “y’like that, huh baby?” trevor let out in between deep kisses. “yes,” is all you could manage to whisper as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the intense pleasure. trevor’s stamina wasn’t giving in but soon enough it was going to let out. his hands now started to knead your ass, you could feel the bruises starting to form but all you could think about was how good he was making you feel. you’d never had anyone like trevor.

“shit, trevor. i’m gonna cum…” you moan out, your head hits his shoulder as you prepare for the oncoming wave of pleasure. “me too baby, hold on f’ me, okay?” trevor quickens his pace even more which you didn’t even know was possible. “c’mon baby, y’ ready? cum for me.” trevor gives you his permission and with that your body spasms beneath his, your legs start shaking from the immense satisfaction. “shit, shit, shit!” trevor yells out. his thrusts become sloppy and slow as he gives one final push and you can feel the warm fluid heat up inside you.

trevor slowly sets you down, yet still holds onto your fragile, shaken body and lets out a soft chuckle after turning off the shower. “y’ okay, baby?” he asks, as you both step out and he wraps a fluffy towel around you. “i’m okay,” you reply with a tired mumble. he starts to dry you off carefully, setting you down on the counter. “love you, trevor.” you say quietly, not having really said those words to anyone. trevor is taken slightly aback but then smiles down at you.

“love you too, baby.”

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i cant do this anymore

ain’t no way

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PICTURE YOU!

currently playing… ‘picture you’ by chappell roan.

pairing - wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warning! - 18+ mdni, smut, masturbation, dirty thoughts, confessions, oral (f receiving), fingering

a/n - is this pesbian lorn?🤭 anyways picture you has literally been stuck in my head because of chappell’s vocals in it. the song was on repeat whilst writing this. #womenlovewanda

you had become so infatuated with wanda your thoughts became so lustful. you were starting to lose it with how bad you needed her. you’d even resorted to touching yourself to accommodate your needs but not even that was enough anymore. imagining your fingers on your wet, dripping pussy as wanda’s wasn’t the same as having her actual hands on you.

so you had a routine which you followed almost every night which entailed…

drawing the blinds and lighting every candle.

slipping off your pretty dress down your chest whilst thinking of her.

both your lips on the mirror, envisioning wanda as your reflection.

it was ritualistic. you counted where all of wanda’s lipstick stains should be on your bare body.

you had started to run your fingers down your stomach and in between your thighs. you could already feel your soaking pussy throbbing and aching for it to be touched. you closed your eyes and slowly opened your legs to give your fingers entrance. a soft whimper escaped your lips as you felt your fingers brush lightly against your swollen clit. steadily, you rubbed your fingers in a cyclic pattern on and around your clit. you tried to be quiet as possible not wanting anyone outside to hear you. your legs stretched across the bed from the satisfaction you were feeling.

oh, you needed her around.

your other hand had started kneading at your breast, visualising it as wanda’s hand whilst she goes down on you and eats your pussy out like it was her last last meal. you began rocking your hips to your fingers, creating as much friction as possible. slowly, you started to dip your fingers into your cunt thrusting them in and out trying to chase your orgasm. you let out a muffled sigh as your fingers continued to pump and curl inside of you.

you were getting close now.

your hand continued to massage your breast and your fingers continued to thrust into you until you heard a knock at your door. you completely froze when wanda called out your name. shit, fuck, not right now, please. you thought to yourself. “um, i’m changing!” you called out with a squeak trying to recover from what was happening not even five seconds ago. you quickly wrapped a nightgown around yourself and hid your soaked, sticky fingers behind your back.

“come in,” you call out again, allowing her to enter. “hello,” she said with a smile and a little furrow in her eyebrow, “am i interrupting something?” she asked. “no, not at all. what’s up?” you answered —way too fast. “i wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay?” she questioned, her accent was audible and there was a hint of vulnerability behind her tone. of course that’s okay, i always want to talk to you wanda, but right now? whilst i was touching myself to thoughts of you? you said to yourself again. “of course,” you replied trying to ignore the fact that there was only a thin layer of silk to cover your naked body.

wanda moved to take a seat on the edge of your bed and you joined her, leaving a bit of a gap between you two. not even a second had gone by before wanda blurted out, “i like you.” no fucking way. your mind started to go crazy and your brain had just gone blank. “do you feel the same?” she continued.

“do you picture me like i picture you?”

“am i in the frame from your point of view?”

holy shit, this was all you could have ever wanted. wanda maximoff liking you back. you smirked at her and answered her questions with a slight chuckle, “i’m too scared to say half of the things i do when i picture you.” with that, she crashed her lips against yours, this wasn’t your reflection this was wanda. you slipped off your nightgown whilst helping wanda remove her clothes and locked lips every time there wasn’t anything between you both. she started to leave lipstick stains down your neck, inching her way towards your empty and pleading pussy. she carefully pushed you back onto the bed as she went down your body, leaving a red kiss mark trailing down your stomach. her lips landed on your core before she stuck out her tongue and started indulging in on you. “fuck, wanda!” you moan out, rushing your hands through her hair and gripping onto the back of her head. her hand clutched onto your waist and the other traced its way back onto your breast squeezing and working on it.

it wasn’t your fingers that would be the reason of your orgasm tonight but wanda’s tongue. you guided her head up and down all the right spots whilst your vision got hazy and your hips rolled against her head. “this is what you’ve been picturing, hm?” wanda’s voice muffled against your body sending vibrations through you. “one day, you’ll tell me all your perversions.” she stated, before going back in on you. you moaned again as you could feel your orgasm ready to over come you. “i’m getting close now,” you mumbled, arching your back. from hearing that, wanda lifted her head and lifted her hands back. you groaned from the lack of touch but immediately shut up when you felt wanda’s middle and ring finger sink and entwine into you. her other hand started rubbing your clit quickly, overstimulating you.

“come for me, my love.” wanda whispered and you let yourself go. your body spasmed through the rush of pleasure, your back could’ve snapped with the way you lifted up. as your high had finally calmed down, wanda sucked your juices off her fingers and laid back next to you. you shifted to look at her and huffed out a whisper.

“it’s my turn to taste you.” then, you moved down the bed to reach her thighs.

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REAL MAN

currently playing… ‘real man’ by beabadoobee

pairing - toxic!rafe x fem!reader

warnings! - angsty, situationship, rafe is pretty toxic, gaslighting? shitty ‘relationship’

a/n - in honour of ‘real man’ being on my top five songs on spotify, enjoy!

no one had ever taught rafe cameron how to be a real man.

since the beginning of the so-called ‘relationship’ you knew rafe wasn’t looking for anything serious. yet, every time you had managed to find yourself back in his bed, wrapped inside his arms. all the times he had slept with other girls you knew you should’ve ended it there and then. but you didn’t. why? because he’d feed you with his “you know i only love you, right?” and “i’m not going for no other,”. but quite frankly you had had enough. you’d already told your mother what he did.

so now, as the morning beckoned, you were on your way to tanneyhill to finally end the ongoing bullshit you’d been experiencing for the last three months. the journey was long, you’d had no car so cycling from the cut to figure eight was your only option, at least you’d had time to think.

after being led by your thoughts all the way to tanneyhill you locked your bike somewhere and walked up to rafe’s back door, since his parents had a natural distaste for pogues with them being kooks and shit. you softly knocked your knuckles against the varnished, wooden door. a familiar voice called out, “i’ll be a second!”.

you had started to get second thoughts as you stood out there, blue. questioning what to do. finally, after what seemed like a long wait, rafe walked out with his face contorting into a surprised shape from seeing you. “what’re you doing here?” rafe asks, not roughly but not in the soft manner he used to use when trying to bribe you for sex.

you took a deep breath and let it all out. “i don’t think this is gonna work out, i need the reassurance, rafe, not a silly romance.” you look down to your feet, hoping that it could all just be over and he’d take it well. but what did you really expect? rafe huffed out a laugh after hearing your words.

“please forgive me just for thinkin’ it’s a fleetin’ romance,” rafe mused back. “thought we both knew this was casual, baby?” he looked down at you with a smirk, braving to lift his hand up to your cheek. you knew it. if rafe had the chance he’d hold you down and take everything, just because he could.

your face fell into a frown as you could feel your dignity washing away and leaving every inch of your body. “oh baby, don’t pout.” he cooed. “shouldn’t you be used to being disappointed for falling too fast, already?” you couldn’t bare to look at him, he was humiliating you. and now you knew how this was going to end. you’d walk into tanneyhill with him and he’d coax you back into doing whatever he wanted, like always.

you felt helpless, you needed his comfort. “it’s okay, baby. i know that what you were saying wasn’t true. i’m still here f’ you, because you’re my girl a’ight?” his wide hand now resorted to holding your cheek to get you to look up at him. you thought, maybe one day if he still wants a relationship with someone else, he can go and get it and you’d hope he last.

but for now, you were his, and imprisoned in his mind games and love.

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bf!rafe x pogue!reader mood board and headcanons !

in which rafe is soft for one particular pogue…

middle finger(s) everywhere. in pictures, in eachother’s face, inside reader?

he calls reader a ‘weirdo’ for taking pictures either on film or on a digital camera because “phones exist, yknow.” yet, he always buys reader film when she runs out and takes pictures for her.

lets her make him do stupid things, like wearing a shirt that reads ‘my girlfriend is hotter than you’ out in public. even though it is true.

reader and her bike against rafe and the world. although reader does have to convince rafe to get on his bike, sometimes he really just can’t be asked. he’d say, “why don’t you just get a car.” and reader would just reply with a shrug, “i’m poor.”

“you need new shoes, let me get you new shoes.” rafe insists for the tenth time this week. “no, i want the ellie williams look.”

in their -rare- quiet moments, rafe always looks down to reader lovingly and wonder how he got so lucky. despite always hating pogues, she was his exception.

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drew giving u the princess treatment........

PRINCESS TREATMENT!

pairing - soft!bf!rafe x fem!reader

warning! - no warnings for this one! um… finally???

a/n - my first prompt, thanks anon!! 🥹 i did change it from drew to rafe since i was feeling a bit iffy about writing for a real person but i hope you don’t mind (maybe in the future i will but today was not the day)! guys keep sending, i love your ideas so much. sorry this took so long been feeling uninspired and emo lately so yes, this is not finished if you guys give me ideas ill edit the post and add an ending. enjoy!

it was no secret that rafe always treated you like royalty. that dress you saw at the store the other day that you wanted? in your wardrobe the same day. you asked for five dollars to buy some snacks at the gas station? an accidental zero had slipped in for you to buy anything else you wanted. long story short, he gave you the princess treatment. 

so, today you both had decided to go to the mall as a date. both of you walked hand in hand down the marble floor gazing over the brightly lit storefronts calling out your name. you walked with a slight skip in your step which rafe always adored about you. you were like the complete opposite of him. where he was just so fucked up in many different ways you were the ray of sunshine that could peak through his dark clouds.

“what store you wanna hit first, baby?” rafe asks gently, looking down at you as you observed the different stores. “hmm… maybe victoria’s secret? i do need some new perfume,” you asked looking back up up at him with a smile. “lead the way, baby,” he smiled back as you pulled him into the sultry, dark store becoming overwhelmed by the different scents flowing through your nose. rafe’s eyebrows raise from the selection of lingeries, underwear and fragrances whilst you run off to go sample all the different perfumes. rafe tries to pull his eyes away from the wall of lingerie whilst imagining you in each and every single one, laying on his bed waiting for him.

secretly, he picks a black, lacy one up and goes to the till whilst you’re distracted smelling the perfumes. once he’s finished making his purchase, he walks over to stand behind you, observing the way your nose scrunches depending on the aroma of the spray. “what’d you think of this one, ray?” you turn to face him as you quickly spray some gold, glittery liquid on the back of your hand —running out of places to trial, and hold it up to his nose. “mmm, smells nice babe.” he encouraged, holding a hand to your waist. “i’m torn between either the purpley lavender one or this gold vanilla one…” you furrow your brows as if contemplating which one to choose. rafe chuckles and says as if it couldn’t be any more obvious, “just get both, baby.” your face forms into a frown as you look at the prices of both bottles, “are you sure? its $75 just for one.” rafe grins at your concern, “it’s nothing baby, get both of them. anything for my girl.” he gives you a peck on the cheek before guiding you towards the shop counter.

“is there anything else you want, doll?” he asks, as he watches you stare at your new-to-be perfumes. you shake your head and place the perfumes down to scan, enthusiastically. rafe scans them and taps his credit card not even giving a single look at the price. because quite frankly he didn’t give a shit, he didn’t care about how much the cost was to make you happy. you place the perfumes in a bag and walk of out of the store. “thank you, rafe.” you beam up at him, he leans down for you so that you could give him a kiss on the lips to show your gratitude.

after hours of walking around you hadn’t decided on much since you already had everything you could want —all because of rafe. rafe suggested ice cream for the way home and of course you had to agree; you got a cookie dough ice cream, rafe got an almond flavoured one. “fun day today, hm?” he smirks as he watches you lick into the ice cream. “mhm, can’t wait to sleep. m’ so tired of walking.” you say a little distracted as you try to eat the ice cream before it melts and starts dripping into your hands. “why didn’t you tell me sooner baby? i’m calling a taxi for us now.” he said, already typing up their current location into his app. “rafeee, i can still walk.” you drawl out, not wanting him to spend any more on you. “nuh uh, can’t have my girl fallin’ asleep on her feet.” he deflects, putting an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as you both waited.

about five minutes later, the taxi finally arrived and rafe held the door open for you as he kept his hand on your lower back, guiding you into the backseat. he immediately follows behind you and sits down next to you allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. rafe lets the driver know where tanneyhill is whilst you lean into rafe’s arm. the car ride wasn’t long since somehow you’d managed to fall asleep on the way to rafe’s house.

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. i need him so bad ugh look at his messy hair and shit his biceps his pecs. ughh fine ����(‿¤‿)🫲

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fuck off right now.

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ANIMAL!

currently playing… ‘animal’ by sir choe

pairing - bucky barnes x reader / wanda maximoff x reader

warning! - breakup, fear of coming out, reader has minor negative thoughts, not proof read

a/n - hii so this is me rewriting the whole thing because it decided to delete. anyways i know there isn’t much wlw in this but i promise in my later fics its going to be full on wlw. #womenlovewanda

you didn’t really know when these feelings had started but you figured that they had always been lurking deep inside of you. you didn’t want to believe it at first, so you went as far as to dating bucky barnes thinking that you could shake off those feelings of longing for something, for someone. for wanda.

and guess what? that wasn’t even the complicated part, the complicated part was that you had to somehow tell bucky how you felt and that you just couldn’t feel that way towards him emotionally. i mean, how could you?

wanda made you feel something that no man could ever possibly make you feel. she made you behave like an animal whenever you were around her. her subtle eye movements towards your lips, the longing glances, it was like you both knew but couldn’t say anything. all you could think about was how much you wished one of the rings on her fingers could be from you and how much you wanted to be her number one. she was just so pretty it hurt.

and of course you tried to send those thoughts away whenever you could —you felt bad for bucky, this was, like, one of the worst ways somebody could stop loving someone. but the thing was that you had never even loved him, you were just using him to prove a point with yourself that you couldn’t even prove. so how the hell were you supposed to breakup with bucky without him getting absolutely pissed.

you didn’t want him to get mad since you couldn’t control it, love was natural in the end, but what wasn’t natural was how you had hid under a facade for so long using him to fight your own battles. the worst that could happen was that bucky would get disgusted and tell everyone in the compound, resulting in wanda finding out and hating you for being such a creep. but you could only hope that that wouldn’t happen and that you could go on with your plan by asking him nicely and politely to give you what you wanted —a calm, mututal breakup where you could both still remain close friends.

you patiently sat on the bed in your shared bedroom with bucky, fidgeting and praying that all would go well, so when he’d finally entered the room and saw your solemn expression he took it seriously and gently sat down next to you. you took this as your chance to say everything then before you started to get second thoughts and continue the cycle of pushing away how you really felt.

“i tried to love you, but you’re not my type.” you let out a shaky breath before continuing. “tried to pretend, but it just don’t feel right.” all you wanted was to dig a hole for yourself and just die, there and then with the silence that invaded your ears. bucky let out a soft sigh, he didn’t seem mad infact he gave you a small smile?

“should’ve known better.” he murmured, trying to stay cool. in the end, he really had loved you and you did too, just not like that. at least he wasn’t telling you that you were such a fool, right? “i’m not mad,” he started, you frowned as you looked back at him. why the hell isn’t he mad? if i were him i would’ve been so frustrated and thought that i was a monster. “it’s okay, you can’t control who you love, but i want you to know that i still love you even as my closest friend. don’t beat yourself up okay? and it was bound to happen anyways, you think i haven’t caught onto the little looks you and wanda give each other?” he mused.

that had gone better than you’d ever expected. you gave him a slight nod and embraced him tightly you were glad he understood you and didn’t push you way and think you were shameful.

you could finally accept the fact that you were in love with wanda maximoff.

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guys im literally reading all the young dudes rn and im bawling my eyes out this isnt funny

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wearing my gryffindor quidditch sweater makes me miss my hogwarts dr.

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i was literally just writing a wanda/bucky oneshot and the whole thing FUCKING DELETED. i finished it and everything and then my phone decides to fucking glitch and be like “im going to delete your whole story!” and then it fucking did im so pissed rn.

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RAFE CAMERON!

one shots

…welcome to rafe’s side of the universe

𓉸ྀི - smut ᡣ𐭩 - fluff ꩜ - angst ౨ৎ - ???

real man ꩜

princess treatment ᡣ𐭩

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OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST!

📍| outer banks, north carolina

where reader becomes rafe’s girl and jj’s sunshine…

rafe cameron.

⤷ one shots

mood boards / head canons

jj maybank.

⤷ one shots

mood boards / head canons

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IN THE VAST MULTIVERSE…

‧₊˚﹕જ⁀➴ mira. she/her. aquarius. writer. certified yapper. reality shifter. the maiden. smut enjoyer. guitar player. purple hair! daydreaming somewhere…

masterlist ! rules !

💌 | LOVE LETTER RECIPIENTS…

╰┈➤ wanda maximoff. elizabeth olsen. jj maybank. rafe cameron. drew starkey. bucky barnes. sebastian stan. steve rogers. chris evans. steve harrington. wyatt oleff. stanley barber. colby brock. newt. fred weasley. ziggy berman. trevor.

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🎬 | NOW SHOWING…

╰┈➤ outerbanks. marvel. harry potter. stranger things. it. maze runner. fear street. dead poets society. karate kid. the queens gambit. shameless. mphfpc. bones and all. beautiful boy. the black phone. the conjuring. heathers. ianowt. ladybird. cmbyn.

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🎵 | CURRENTLY STREAMING…

╰┈➤ melanie martinez. lana del rey. mitski. olivia rodrigo. tv girl. beabadoobee. adrianne lenker. girl in red. sufjan stevens. black sabbath. queen. cage the elephant. alex g.

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hey queens updates are gonna be slow but a rafe smut is coming !!