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─ top tier interludes .

i. i love kanye kanye west ii. mind of mindd ( interlude ) zayn iii. mark my words justin bieber iv. apeshit ( interlude ) cailin russo v. this is what falling in love feels like jvke vi. sunday candy cenji vii. tyler durden madison beer viii. stargirl interlude the weeknd , landa del rey ix. do you light up ? dijon x. summers over interlude drake , majid jordan xi. chinese restaurant yung lean xii. nighttime ( interlude ) russ xiii. belong to the city partynextdoor xiv. higher rihanna xv. break from toronto partynextdoor xvi. galaxy jid xvii. adonis interlude ( the montage ) dreamville , j. cole xviii. dive kid cudi xxiv. trillest isaintjames xxv. that's what love is justin bieber xxvi. best interest tyler , the creator xxvii. end frank ocean

listen to the playlist here.

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𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

jj maybank.

study sessions series -  upon realizing you lack skills in the bedroom when a touron asks you out on a date, you turn to jj, a self-proclaimed sexual deviant, for help.

the challenges of having sex in a dorm room - jj’s visiting you while at you’re at college and you take advantage of your roommate being gone for the weekend.

the list -  exhibitionism. that was your sex life with jj. after the first incident in the hms pogue, you and him had a made a list of all the potential places to explore this kink. 

the seven ways he’ll tell you he loves you

needy - jj is typically the one known for being horny 24/7 so now this is just basically the reader being horny like all of us.

i know

shit talk -  kook!reader decides its time for bf!jj to meet her kook friends.

good good lovin’ - when a group of mean girls question the validity of your relationship with jj and bullies you about your pogue status, you can’t help from pulling away from your boyfriend and friends, insecurities about your future getting the best of you.

unfixed - jj and his girlfriend had gotten into a pretty nasty fight a few days ago. and they still hadn’t made up when the square groupers raid john b’s house.

are you gonna be my girl - pope’s long-term internet friend is coming to stay for the summer but jj’s unconvinced that she’s real.

jj and the untimely prank - when a prank goes awry, jj’s at the receiving end of cruel intentions with a euphoric payoff. 

dodgeball - nothing like an aggressive game of dodgeball to cool you down on a hot day

new sensation - jj finds out something interesting in bed.

games

promises - just lazy sex w y/n and jj.

rafe cameron.

how to be a heartbreaker series - rafe’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

how to mend a broken heart series - breaking rafe’s bones didn’t work, but your plan to break his heart did. you falling for him too and having your heart shatter as collateral was an unexpected side effect.

rafe takes care of his drunk girlfriend

red wine lips

the essay - rafe’s having issues with his philosophy class, especially the paper worth thirty percent of his grade. you’ve already taken the class, crushed the essay, and rafe offers to take care of you if you take care of the paper for him.

hold this - a touron hits on the wrong girl at the boneyard one night.

midsummers - in which y/n gets jj out of a sticky situation and embarrasses rafe in front of his friends.

what you want - you become obsessed with how rafe cameron feels inside you .

forever feels like home - when rafe cameron goes to prison for the murder of peterkins, you find comfort in the company of jj maybank and start to rebuild your life despite the gossip and rumours being spread about you. but when rafe gets released, it gets complicated.

365 days - after getting zero to little no alone time, you and rafe take the druthers out for a personal day. things escalate fairly quickly when rafe suggests doing a line and neither of you are complaining.

rafey - you witness rafe’s animosity towards others and notice the difference in his treatment of you.

gimme an inch - rafe cameron x kook!reader.

a lesson in restraint - you try out some handcuffs on rafe

what did you call her? - rafe overhears some boys talking about y/n and doesn’t hesitate to intervene.

your sweet voice - rafe is your best friends brother. off limits. but, god, does rafe just want to hear your sweet voice moan his name. 

impromptu - you and rafe have some fun in the bathroom of a function

rise and shine - a little early morning action after midsummer

credits to the owners of these wonderful written works of art ! some of my all time favorites have been deleted but here are the ones i’ve managed to dig out from my 2020 archive <3 last updated 06.06.23

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sleepless nights

summary: the happenings of when you and Rafe are the only ones up late at night

warnings: smut, minors do not interact, 18+

word count: 1.5k

a/n: reader is Sarah’s best friend; so sorry i’ve been mia for a bit!! i hope you all enjoy ❀

It’s late when you pad into the kitchen of Tannyhill. The sound of water filling your glass almost echoes throughout the house and you hope that nobody wakes up. Before returning to Sarah’s room, you settle atop the marble counter of the kitchen island. It’s peaceful at this time of night, when everybody but you is dead to the world, and you can have a few moments of silence to yourself.

Until you hear someone else traipse into the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” Rafe asks. He leans back on the counter opposite you and gives you a lazy smile.

You shrug. “Couldn’t sleep,” you whisper. He nods, and a few moments pass in quiet companionship before he steps closer to you. 

“You know what helps me fall asleep?” he asks. There’s a glint in his eyes that makes you shiver despite the warm summer night, as if he sees you, suddenly, for more than just his little sister’s best friend. You’re painfully conscious of the fact that you’re wearing only a thin cotton camisole and sleep shorts as Rafe stares at you unabashedly.

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “What?”

He grins and leans over you, his long arms on either side of your body, caging you in. He smells good, like sandalwood and something warm, some sort of spice, maybe. 

“Sex,” he answers. 

You intake a breath sharply and can feel your heart pounding, a flustered warmth blooming in your chest. His hand is on your thigh, rubbing circles with his fingertips, and you feel sparks fly over your skin at his light touch.

“Rafe,” you whisper, “we shouldn’t.” It’s a half-hearted attempt, really, you know that he won’t stop until he gets his way. He moves his hand even further up your leg to brush his fingers over the softness of your inner thigh, and you gasp, but make no bid to move away.

“I know you’re just as desperate to touch me as I am,” he whispers, his gaze intense, lustful. “Tell me I’m wrong. Look me in my eyes and tell me I’m wrong.” You exhale slowly and allow him to brush his thumb over your jaw, peering up at him from under your lashes. Your eyes down flit to his lips, and a smile tugs on the corner of his mouth. “That’s what I thought,” he says, before leaning down to kiss you.

He’s insistent and rough. Possessive, even. He kisses you as if he wants to consume you, as if it isn’t enough to just touch you, as if he must devour you whole. It’s strangely arousing, the way his carnal desire makes your core stir sinfully. His teeth skim along your skin as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and his hands run over your waist down to your thighs. You part them instinctually, your hands tangled into his hair, and you gasp shallowly for air.

Rafe pulls back to admire you. Your mouth is parted and deliciously swollen, your hair is mussed, your eyes glazed over, and reddened marks are beginning to bloom across your neck in a way that makes him achingly hard. You sigh his name and he hardens further still. The heat of his skin searing, sparks shiver down your spine when Rafe shimmies the lace of your panties down your thigh. He runs his fingers between your legs over your slick entrance and grasps your waist, gazing intently into your eyes. The brilliant blue of his stare has heat flushing up to your cheeks and your teeth sinking into your lower lip. You rock your hips against his hand.

“Do you like this?” he asks. He brushes over your swollen clit.

“Yes,” you breathe, trembling. 

“Good, because I like it too,” he says roughly, thrusting his fingers in. You gasp and throw your head back, moaning in pleasure and trembling, your hands scratching along his broad back. His thumb grazes teasingly over your clit and with his other hand he cups your breast, dragging his fingers over your nipples under the thin cotton of your camisole. Kissing up the column of your neck, Rafe runs his tongue along your jawline as he tastes your skin, salty-sweet. With each dip of his fingers curling into just the right spot, you gasp louder and louder until you come all over him. Quaking in your orgasm as pure bliss radiates up your spine, the sight of Rafe’s smug smile and his warm, heavy-lidded stare is almost too much and you clench around his fingers again.

Sliding his fingers out of you and into his mouth, the way he’s gazing at you whilst tasting you on his tongue, sinfully, a wicked gleam in his eyes, has you squirming beneath him, heat blooming into your cheeks. You look away, embarrassed, and he uses his free hand to tilt your chin up.

“Eyes on me,” he rasps, “I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

You are at a loss for how to respond to his words, the pure filth of his desire causing a shiver of excitement to run down your spine. “Okay,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. Your innocuous, doe-eyed gaze only serves to increase Rafe’s lust, and he palms his cock before allowing you to slip your fingers beneath the band of his boxers.

You stroke his length gently, a little intimidated by his size and circumference, your hand barely able to wrap around its delicious warmth. He hisses, drawing air between his teeth, and grabs your wrist, forcing you to relinquish your grasp on his cock.

“Keep doing that and I’ll come right here,” he says, his breath hot on your cheek, before sliding on a condom and thrusting into you.

Rafe is no gentleman. He’s hungry, greedy, as he pounds into you roughly, his thick cock stretching you deliciously, all the while whispering filthy encouragements into your ear. The cool marble of the kitchen island is punishingly hard against your back, and yet you have never felt such intense pleasure.

You claw at the rippling muscles of his biceps with your free hand, the other frantically circling your clit. His arms cage you in as he holds himself up with one flexing forearm, the other curled so that his hand tangles into your hair. His eyelids flutter with pleasure and he almost has to force them open so that he doesn’t miss a moment of your arousal. The way you part your lips and bite down on your lower lip to muffle your lustful whimpers has him dangerously close to his release, and he fucks into you faster, harder.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” Rafe pants, his thrusts getting sloppier, but still pounding into that spot that has your eyes rolling up to the back of your head.

“Don’t make me beg,” you whine, so close to the edge.

“I’m not going to. But we both know that you would do it if I told you too.” He’s smirking into the searing kisses he’s pressing to your collarbone, all too pleased with himself. You shake your head at him as best as you can manage while getting thoroughly fucked, but you know he’s right. 

With a final, shallow thrust and a cry of, “Oh, shit!”, Rafe comes, biting down into your neck to muffle his groans. At the sensation of his teeth piercing your skin, the searing pain rapturous to your nerve endings, your orgasm washes over you in a haze of euphoric bliss. You can feel his spent cock twitch inside of you as you clench around his length over and over again, pure pleasure rocketing up your spine. 

Panting softly, Rafe pulls out of you and briefly rests his forehead on yours, this  inconsequential action somehow more intimate than the sex. All too soon, he gets up to tread back upstairs to his room, leaving you to clean up your mess alone. His absence makes the kitchen feel even larger, the house more quiet, and there’s an ache of disappointment in your chest. Only then do you begin to worry about what will happen if Sarah finds out, what you will tell her. When you return to her room, she is still fast asleep. Relieved, you slip back under the covers.

Sun streams through the window and it’s so late you aren’t sure it’s morning anymore when you awaken. Stretching and yawning, the throbbing ache in your legs is a harsh reminder of the events of last night. Sarah is already up; she’s running a brush through her honey-blonde hair in the bathroom adjoined to her room.

“Someone slept in,” she remarks nonchalantly. “Rafe made crêpes, I saved you a few.” You smile despite yourself, and drag yourself out of bed to wash your face. Running a hand through your hair, you pull it back into a ponytail and accidentally brush over the bite Rafe left on your neck and wince. Sarah notices from the mirror and glances at you, frowning slightly.

“Is that…a bite mark?” 

Shit.

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would it be possible if you could write a Rafe Cameron smut where him and reader are at a party and he needs her so they go to the bathroom!

thank you x

Let Them

18+, public sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink,

hi guys, this is one of the first things I've really really enjoyed that I've written in a while. if you like it, leave a reply or a reblog! id love your feedback <3

The hand that had spent most of the night on your upper knee had finally crept up to your thigh. Ward's party was boring, to celebrate some new business venture, but Rafe had to be there. It was his job, and with the past, he couldn't afford to risk his dads favor.

You felt eyes on you as you spoke to Rose. It was from close by, and the eyes lingered on the crack of your cleavage. You adjusted your dress to cover yourself, but Rafe swatted at you. "You look beautiful. I knew the dress I picked out would look amazing on you."

You blushed, still adjusting the dress for your own modesty. Your husband smirked at the flush on your face, placing a kiss to your cheek as he slid his hand further inside your thigh. Your chest heated as you felt his fingers toying with your panties. You were distracted, panting lightly as he rubbed over your clothed clit.

"Sweetheart?" He cooed innocently, "Rose asked you a question."

"Oh!" You snapped back, seeing eyes around the table suddenly on you. You could feel Rafe's smirk from beside you despite not being able to see him. "Sorry, just feeling a bit nauseous. What did you ask?" You smiled politely, stifling a moan.

"Oh, that's okay. Maybe it's finally morning sickness! You know we'd love a grandchild!" She laughed, grabbing Ward's arm as the rest of the table laughed along. You let out a forced smile, feeling Rafe's fingers slip past your panties.

With a cough, you stood, smoothing out your dress, "Excuse me. I'm gonna use the restroom." You stepped back from the table, stumbling a bit. Immediately, Ward waved a hand, "Rafe, go on and make sure your wife is alright."

Rafe nodded, pursing his lips, "Good idea."

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Rafe's strong hand clasped around your throat as he thrust hard into you. "Let it all out baby. I want everyone at this party to know how much of a slut you are for me." You whined quietly, grinding back into him where your bodies met. Your ribs ached from being slammed into the porcelain sink, but in that moment, all you could feel was pleasure. Rafe's hand slid from your throat to your hip to stabilize himself. "This ass," He groaned, fisting the soft flesh, "Could fuck you like this for hours."

"Please, daddy," You cried, dipping your head to rest against the counter, "I need..."

"What?" He cooed, sliding a hand down to your clit, stopping before he touched you, "Does my baby need to come?"

"Yes," You hissed, feeling his slow, agonizing pace as he rubbed circles into your clit, "More!"

"If you need more," He thrust hard once making you cry out, "You're gonna have to be loud for me. Let everyone know who's making you come like this baby." You could tell he was close by his uneven pace, and you were too. You just needed a little bit more. "Rafe," You moaned, mindful of your volume, "Please. Everyone will hear."

"Let them," He grunted, "Beg. Louder."

"Daddy! Please fuck me harder!" You cried out loud, feeling him speed up immediately at your obedience. You were loud, and certain everyone had heard. But as soon as white spots flooded your vision, you didn't care. Your body shook, and you screamed in pleasure. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the edge of the sink.

"Oh, baby," Rafe moaned, wrapping a hand around your waist to fuck you hard as he came, "Gonna get you so pregnant. Fill you up with my cum." You shuttered as warmth filled you, and Rafe stilled, pulling you against his body as he did.

"Shit," He mumbled, kissing gently behind your ear, "There goes another good party, huh?"

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rafe and y/n (gf, whatever u want to be to him) in the car and she js randomly starts being super affectionate and clingy wanting to touch all over him while he’s driving and she eventually gives him road head….but like any other fic where they pull over… she keeps having him drive so she can watch him fall apart while he drives and then she js goes back to innocent passenger princesses

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” he didn’t mind it, you were just usually one to wait until you got home before doing anything. ‘It’s called safe driving Rafe, stop thinking with your dick for a second” you’d always tell him, but now you were the one rubbing all over his thighs, kissing his neck, whispering dirty things in his ear. “Just want you is all, let me make you feel good baby” your hands moved to undo his pants, pulling his cock out and sinking your mouth down on him “Fuck” he hissed out, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat taking him by surprise. He’d take one hand and tangle it in your hair, gripping it tightly with each bob of your head. When it started to get too hard to focus, he began to pull over to the side of the road. You pulled away from his cock, mouth releasing him with a loud ‘pop, lips swollen and drool coating your chin. “If you pull over, i’ll stop. Keep driving” an innocent smile on your face as you stayed eye level with his cock and gazed up at him, fingers teasingly circling the tip. He’d keep driving, trying his best to stay focused on the road as your mouth continued working it’s sinful magic around him. You’d start moaning around him, knowing how much he liked hearing you. It always made him come way harder if he knew you were enjoying getting him off just as much as he was. His knuckles would occasionally tighten around the steering wheel, knuckles white and veins bulging. His load unexpectedly shooting down your throat after a few more movements of your head, he fought incredibly hard to not screw his eyes shut, take both hands off the wheel and force your head to stay all the way down until he allowed you to come up for air. He was breathing rapidly, sweat beads slowly rolling down his face, abs tightening as shot his load down your throat and coated it. The pornographic sounds of you taking his cock in your throat and his groans filling the cars silence, you’d keep sucking until there was nothing left, milking him dry of every drop like the selfish slut you were. Then you’d pull away, put his cock back in his pants, sit up in the passenger seat. Pulling down the vanity mirror that Rafe just installed, equipped with LEDS, you reapplied your lipgloss. Once you were finished, you’d push the mirror back up, grab your soft white blanket from the backseat that was kept for you and you alone, before reclining the seat at the exact angle you always had it. You grabbed Rafe’s hand and placed it in your thigh before connecting your phone to the cars bluetooth and playing your car playlist “Oh! Baby can you pleaseeeee get me starbucks? Pretty please with a cherry on top?” your glossy lips in a innocent pout like you didn’t just swallow his seed seconds ago, like you hadn’t just sucked him off and forced him to keep driving. But you were his spoiled girl, he couldn’t tell you no even if he wanted to, so he drove you to starbucks and got your favorite order. The whole ride home consisted of your music, his hand rubbing your inner thigh, and planning his revenge

Tag List (I’m sorry if i’m forgetting anyone, tumblr doesn’t show certain usernames when I go to tag them): @sweetestdesire @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie @outerbankspov @lcvelylies

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Me with Mr. Darcy

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listen here!

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he's so boyfriend.

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my favorite thing about rafe is that he is rafe, my favorite person.   

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rafe cameron + kook!gf aesthetic

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drew starkey makes me soft, there i said it.

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𝒊 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕.

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18+, minors dni

hello it’s me again. this time i can’t stop thinking about the first time rafe comes in you.

i mean, imagine how hot it would be? 

it would start with you sucking rafe’s dick on the sofa all slow and lazily, the sound of your wet mouth turning him on. then, you’d get up and straddle him, hands intertwining with his.

“i want you to come inside me.” you’d casually say as you slide down onto his cock.

to say the least, rafe’s shocked. 

although, it’s not totally out of nowhere; the idea had been brought up in conversation before. he made sure you were both safe and ready when the time came. 

but he still hadn’t expected you to bring it up right this moment.

and it’s the way you stare into his eyes with determination as you say it. the seriousness lacing the tone of your voice as you bounced and grinded on his dick.

“give it to me,” you say, dragging the approval out of your boyfriend. your mind already set on making him come in you; just utterly relentless — merciless even. “i want it.”

it doesn’t matter how much he tries to hold out, he’s helpless under your touch. the thought of him coming inside you is enough to push him to the brink, and the way he watches your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on him doesn’t help his case either.

you drag your nails across his chest, moaning in pleasure when you see the familiar furrow of his brows. 

“you gonna come in my pussy?” you tease.

“uh huh.” he grits out, hands squeezing tight on your hips.

you’re watching him — watching the way his muscles flex beneath your fingertips, watching the way he breathes shakily, and you feel a rush of heat pour into you while his strong arms hold you down his dick.

“fuck, baby.” he mumbles into your hair, releasing inside you. “feels so good…”

you wriggle your hips a bit and he loosens his grip, feeling how soaked you are, full of his load. it makes you clench around him, the current sensitivity drawing out a small noise from rafe. though it’s soon replaced by a breathily laugh as he abruptly lifts you off his cock.

it’s an entire new feeling altogether.

it’s the way rafe’s hands grip right under your ass, fingers spreading your pussy open as he lifts you; the mixture of your arousal and his come leaking out and trickling down your thigh.

you watch your boyfriend stare at you in awe as you try to collect as much of it on your finger before lifting it to your mouth to taste it. 

& before you know it, you feel his own fingers pushing back into your cunt.

he stares at his glistening digits pumping slowly in and out of you, and when you lean back with your hands flat on his thighs, he starts to finger you properly, one vein in his arm popping just as he makes you come.

you settle back onto his lap and you kiss him hard, grinding up on his dick.

“fuck me again, rafey.” you’d plead in a whisper, lips brushing up against his as he carefully picks you up and pushes you onto your back, sliding his fingers up and down your dripping slit before replacing them with the head of his cock, rubbing your arousal around as he pushes it back in for another round.

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JJ: If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to jump out of the window.

Y/N: We’re on the ground floor.

JJ: I know, but I want a dramatic exit.