#routledge reader

[obxsummer]

Gut Feeling // The Pogues

as john b's younger sibling, it was your job to make sure he didn't do anything too stupid. when he leaves with ward to go on a fishing trip, you find out just how cruel the cameron family can be... little did you know john b was finding out the exact same thing.

john b x gn!sibling!reader, platonic!pogues

warnings: the usual shitty cameron parenting, verbal threatening, no use of y/n, tried to keep things gender-neutral but let me know if I missed something!

a/n: sorry if things are out of character, I couldn't really find a way to make this flow the way I wanted. thanks for your patience with this request anon!

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John B getting pushed off the Hawk’s Nest was definitely not on your bingo board for this year. Ward Cameron offering to be your legal guardian on top of that wasn’t even a thought in your mind. So what the hell was going on?

Your bond with your older brother, John B, was unshakable. Only a year separated you in age, yet your connection ran much deeper than that. You were best friends as kids, guardians of each other's secrets, and steadfast anchors in each other's lives. Everything only became more intense when your father disappeared. 

Sharing friends was expected, as well as the fact that where there was one of you, the other wasn’t far behind. Everyone in OBX knew the Routledge siblings traveled as a pack alongside their friends. 

Topper shoving John B off the ridiculously tall spot created more than just sprained joints and concussions. Sarah told her dad, and to your dismay, Ward Cameron, was suddenly in front of you, offering to be your legal guardian.

The offer hung heavy in the air as the older man dismissed himself for the two of you to take some time. The expression on your face must have said everything since John B instantly tried to assure you. "Listen, I know you're skeptical, but we're running out of options here. Ward can help us."

You stared out the window, a mix of worry and doubt tugging at your heart. "I don't trust him, John B. There's something off about him." The idea of being in Figure Eight, away from your friends, was terrifying. 

John B let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I get that feeling too, but we need his help. We need to keep DCS off our backs. Nobody said we had to stay there all the time. It’s just a cover."

Despite your hesitation, you nodded, knowing that he had the right idea. The bond between you and John B was your anchor, and you were willing to trust him, even if the circumstances were far from comforting. “I’ll go where you go, JB. But I really have a bad feeling about this.”

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Moving into the Cameron house was extremely awkward. The walls felt unfamiliar, and Ward's presence seemed to loom over you. The first change came when you and John B were assigned separate bedrooms, a decision that made your unease grow.

Standing hesitantly in the doorway of your new room, you looked at John B with a mixture of concern. "Why can't we share a room?"

Ward exchanged a glance with John B, and the unspoken conversation between them only fueled your anxiety. Was this John B’s decision? "It's important for both of you to have your own space," Ward said, his voice carrying a hint of finality. “Gives you time to grow in your own way. You don’t share a room at home now, do you?”

“I’d feel a lot better by him,” You replied without any regard for your ungrateful attitude. It seemed like Ward was doing a great job at driving a wedge between you and your brother. And even though you did have your own rooms at the Chateau, being separated here felt much worse. Usually, there was just a wall between you, not three hallways, a set of stairs, and locked doors. 

“We can share a room, Mr. Cameron, it’s really no-”

“You will have separate rooms. That is final. I already have a lot on my plate getting you two adjusted, please don’t make it harder.”

As night fell, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings only intensified your discomfort. Unable to bear the thought of being separated from John B, you found yourself sneaking into his room. The floor became your refuge, a makeshift bed where you sought solace in his proximity.

Your unease didn’t disappear overnight. The gold was still waiting to be pulled out of the well and when Ward interfered with the plans for that too, your anxiety resurfaced. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

You had been standing awkwardly on the sidewalk when Ward approached John B and Sarah to bring up the idea. He finally acknowledged your presence. "This trip is just for John B and me. Some bonding time while we talk things out, man to man about dating my daughter…"

John B leaned over, ruffling your hair affectionately even though he wasn't a major fan of this himself. "It's just fishing, Birdie. I'll be back before you know it." He could tell you didn’t like being here by yourself and he didn’t blame you. “Plus, Sarah will be here. You guys could hang out?”

Despite his attempt to reassure you, the feeling of unease clung to you like a second skin. "Promise you'll call if anything goes wrong?"

John B's eyes softened as he nodded. "I promise. Can always hang with JJ and them too, you know. Figure out some plans.”

He hinted toward what you were supposed to be doing the following morning: pulling the gold out. 

With a heavy heart, you watched them head out to the dock the next morning. It felt so silly to be worried about being alone without John B. You retreated to your room, the morning sun casting golden rays across the floor, hoping for the best.

Minutes dragged on like an eternity as you cowered in the suffocating darkness of the room. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside, sent shivers down your spine. The air was heavy with fear, your heart beating in a frantic rhythm as the minutes ticked by.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and your heart jumped into your throat. Ward's sinister smile greeted you, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to engulf the room. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, confused by his presence. “Where’s John B?”

He completely ignored your question and threw the light on as he stepped closer. "I think we need to have a little chat."

“Don’t touch me!” Your breath caught in your throat, and you stumbled back off the bed, your hands pressing against the closet wall as if it could shield you from the threat before you. His grip on your arm was like a vise, cold and unyielding, as he pulled you into the dimly lit room. 

"You see, I have a problem here," Ward hissed, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity, "Your father thought he could outsmart me from the gold. I killed him for it. You and your brother don’t stand a chance, especially if I take you out one by one…but just how do I go about it?"

As he spoke, his words were a twisted dance of intimidation. His threats were like icy daggers, each word digging deeper into your psyche, igniting a firestorm of panic. The room felt like a cage, and you were trapped in its suffocating grasp.

Your heart raced, your breathing shallow as your mind raced to find an escape route. The weight of his words bore down on you. The room seemed to close in on you, the walls narrowing as Ward's presence loomed over you. Your dad. Ward Cameron killed your dad.

Before you could respond, the door swung open, and another figure entered the room—Rose Cameron. Her demeanor was cold and calculating, her eyes scanning you with an unsettling intensity.

Ward's gaze flickered between you and Rose, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You remember Rose, right?"

You felt a knot of unease tighten in your stomach. Rose's presence seemed to amplify the danger, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were trapped in a spider's web.

Rose's voice was silky, her smile masking an undercurrent of manipulation. "Ward and I are only concerned for your well-being, sweetie. We want what's best for you. You don’t have to worry about going back to the Cut ever again, okay?"

The words felt like a strong hand tightening around your throat, and you backed away, your heart racing as you tried to maintain some semblance of control. "I don't need your concern, I need my brother."

Ward's laugh was chilling, his amusement a stark contrast to the terror that gripped you. "John B’s gone. Why do you think I took him out on the boat? Easier access to dump the body where someone won’t find it."

A wave of panic crashed over you, and you instinctively turned to flee, only to find Rose blocking your path. The realization struck you like a lightning bolt—this was a trap, and you were caught in their twisted game.

Before you could react, Ward lunged forward, his grip like a vice as he forced you into the closet. The sound of the lock clicking shut sent a shock of terror through your veins, and you pounded on the door, desperation fuelling your efforts.

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Your voice cracked with fear, each thud against the door a desperate plea for escape. “John B!”

From the other side of the door, you heard Ward's voice, his tone taunting. "You're not going anywhere. This is where you'll learn your place. And stay quiet until we finish digging out the gold. Actually, thank you. Without your help, we wouldn’t have even gotten this far."

The reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Trapped, alone, and at the mercy of their manipulation, you felt a surge of panic rise within you. You were a pawn in their game, a helpless victim in a twisted power play. And they knew about the gold.

As you sat in the darkness, the silence was deafening, broken only by your ragged breaths. The taste of fear lingered on your tongue, and you knew that escaping this nightmare would require every ounce of strength you possessed.

You waited until silence covered the house before slamming your body against the closet door. Pain radiated through your shoulder, but you remembered JJ’s direction on kicking a door out before putting it to practice as best as you could.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins was a lifeline, propelling you forward as you lunged for the door and finally broke the lock free. Panic fed your speed, and your heart pounded in your chest as you burst into the hallway, your breath ragged and harsh.

As you fled down the corridor, the taste of freedom was tantalizingly close. You turned a corner, your pulse racing, and then… silence. Panic surged as you realized you were trapped in a dead-end hallway, the walls closing in on you like a vise.

Footsteps echoed ominously behind you, and you whirled around to see Rafe's approaching shadow—no time to spare. Your heart hammered in your chest, and desperation surged within you. With a gasp, you spotted the open doors to the upstairs balcony. Adrenaline-fueled strength carried you forward, and you sprinted toward them. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rafe’s voice taunted as he started to round the corner. You pushed yourself over the balcony rail and tried your best to hang on as you slowly slide down the column to the ground. Until you lost grip, that is.

The world outside spun in a blur of green and blue, and your body collided with the ground, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through your limbs. Dazed and disoriented, you scrambled to your feet, your breath coming in ragged gasps. 

Rafe's voice echoed behind you, but you didn’t dare look back. 

The sound of your own breath, the rustling leaves, and the pounding of your heart filled your senses as you ran. You thanked JJ for dragging you through these paths as kids so you never got lost by yourself. 

And then, suddenly, your foot caught on a root, and you were tumbling, colliding with something solid. Pain radiated through your limbs as you groaned, disoriented and breathless. You looked up, blinking away tears, only to find yourself staring into a pair of familiar eyes.

"Birdie?" John B's voice was a mixture of disbelief and concern as he rushed to your side, his hands reaching out to steady you.

Your heart raced, emotions swirling within you as you tried to process what was happening. Your eyes widened in panic, and your hands shot up defensively, a guttural gasp escaping your lips as you stumbled back.

John B's expression shifted from surprise to a gentle concern, his voice cautious. "Hey, it's me, it’s me. You're safe. I'm here."

The flood of emotions was overwhelming, and your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. Slowly, you lowered your hands, your vision clearing enough for you to see your brother's worried eyes, the deep lines of concern etched into his forehead.

"John B?" Your voice trembled, a mixture of disbelief and relief coursing through your veins. “You’re alive?”

He nodded, his voice soothing as he extended a hand toward you. "Yeah, it's me. You're okay now."

You felt your legs give way, the tension and fear of the past hours finally catching up with you. John B caught you, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he eased you to sit. He held you close, the warmth of his embrace grounding you in reality.

As the tears spilled over, you clung to him as if he were the lifeline you had desperately needed. He whispered reassurances as he held you close, reminding you that you were with him and everything was fine.

Gasping for breath, you clung to John B as if he were your anchor in the storm. Tears streaked down your face, your voice trembling as you struggled to find the words to explain the terror you had just experienced.

"John B, I… I couldn't stay there. Ward…" You choked on the words, your voice a fragile whisper. “He said you were dead.”

John B's arms tightened around you as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Shhh, take your time. Just tell me what happened."

Taking a deep breath, you began recounting what had just happened—how Ward had cornered you, the sinister threats that were enough for you to kick a door out, and the desperate flight through the woods. As you spoke, you finally let your shoulders sag in relief. Your brother was okay.

John B's grip on you tightened even further, his voice shaky when he realized how fucked up this whole thing was. "He attacked me on the boat. Said he was the reason Dad is gone and… he-he tried to get me to share the gold with him - lashed out when I said no."

As the reality of the situation settled in when you didn’t answer, John B's protective instinct kicked into high gear. He helped you to your feet, his gaze never leaving yours. "Are you hurt? Did he… did he touch you?"

You shook your head. "I'm okay. He didn't… he didn't hurt me."

John B's features softened with relief, but his anger remained simmering beneath the surface. "We're getting out of here. Right now. Let’s go find the others."

Your friends were waiting at the Chateau when you arrived. They attempted to share their progress with the tools to remove the gold but you and your brother moved past them wordlessly

Kiara, Pope, and JJ filed into the house instantly. "Guys? What's going on?" Kiara's voice carried a note of worry. It only got worse when JJ got shoved aside by your brother. “John B!”

John B's gaze darted around the room, his eyes finally settling on yours before he looked away, his jaw clenched tightly. Without a word, he made his way past your friends, his steps determined as he headed for the door, this time with JJ’s gun in his hand.

“Where are you going?” You screamed after him in shock and ran onto the porch. This was not what you figured he would do. 

John B ignored your shouts and kicked JJ’s dirt bike to life before speeding off with no explanation.

JJ exchanged a confused glance with the others. "What's up with him?"

You groaned and flopped on the couch, the heaviness of the truth threatening to consume you. "Ward... Ward killed Big John."

The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. Kiara, Pope, and JJ stared at you in shock, their expressions a mix of disbelief and horror.

JJ's voice was barely a whisper. "What?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the memories flooded back, the pain of the past resurfacing with a vengeance. "He was investigating something about the Royal Merchant, and Ward killed him when he wouldn't agree to share the gold."

Pope's voice was filled with anger and disbelief. "That son of a..."

Kiara's hand covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "Oh, my god."

As the truth settled in, the room seemed to close in around you, suffocating you with its weight. John B's abrupt departure on the dirt bike now carried a new layer of meaning—if he killed Ward, they would turn this all on your brother.

Hours passed, each moment heavy with the weight of the revelation. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a somber glow across the Chateau. No one spoke, the tension growing with every passing minute.

Kiara eventually got up to grab you something to eat in hopes of calming your nerves. You appreciated the gesture but as you huddled together between JJ and Pope, the reality of the situation began to sink in. 

What the fuck were you going to do now?

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read my outer banks x the summer i turned pretty crossover

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[maybanksprincess]

jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

[cameronsbabydoll]

cameronsbabydoll 4k celebration — obx p!links 18+ ❤︎ ❤︎

rafe cameron

rafe fucking the energy out of puppy!reader

retired!scc!rafe playing with scc!reader on vacation

rafe sliding into bunny!reader

blue!collar!rafe coming home from a long day at work

rafe fucking spoiled!kook!reader in her halloween costume

sexist!rafe coming home from work frustrated

military!rafe fucking you in a motel room

rafe punishing spoiled!kook!reader

sexist!rafe fucking housewife!reader in her apron

step!dad!rafe spanking bunny!reader

scc!reader riding scc!rafe in his office

rafe and bambi!reader having car sex

dilf!rafe eating you out

rafe training puppy!reader for his cock

ghost!face!rafe fucking you in his mask

john b and rafe shutting puppy!reader up

pussy!drunk!nerd!rafe

jj maybank

jj maybank fingering nerd!reader

jj maybank x puppy!reader x john b

jj maybank punishing spoiled!kook!reader for being a brat

gaming whilst riding jj’s face

riding jj while he plays video games

barry

barry drugging you after you were late on a payment

car sex with mean!tatted!barry

barry fucking you after a deal

pope heyward

season 3/4 pope fucking you into his mattress

pope + tummy bulge

pope fingering you whilst making out

threesome with pope and cleo

john b routledge

puppy!reader riding john b

john b eating you out

jj maybank x puppy!reader x john b

john b and rafe shutting puppy!reader up

bonus!

scissoring with sarah

kissing with bunny!reader

[romanscoming]

OBX P-LINKS

INCLUDES: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Topper Thornton, Sarah Cameron, Kiara Carrera, Cleo . (IF MORE WANTED COMMENT OR REQUEST)

WARNING: these are links that contain porn, sexual activities .. youve been warned .

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+ JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

Have you ever seen John B. so needy ?

Sucking John B. fat cock .

cute little giggle nd moans in the bedroom .

John B. fucks you on the floor .

- JJ MAYBANK

JJ fucks u roughly and loudly on his squeaky bed to piss off his dad .

JJ like to switch from you ass to your cunt .

JJ gives you backshots .

JJ first time fucking you raw had him moaning .

+ RAFE CAMERON

Rafe makes u bounce on his cock while he plays his ps5 .

Right after school Rafe breeds you .

Good sex with Rafe .

Rafe is always so rough .

- POPE HEYWARD

Pope room is full of slapping noises nd your moans .

Pope so needy when it comes to you sucking him off .

Blowjobs + Pope .

Rubbing against Pope .

+ TOPPER THORNTON

Topper fucks u at a steady pace .

Proving Topper wrong by riding him .

lazy day with topper .

Topper wants to cum inside .

- SARAH CAMERON

Sarah and you sharing John B. cock .

Scissoring with Sarah .

Sarah is so inpatient, she wants a taste of you rn .

Sarah call you over whenever shes home alone .

+ KIARA CARRERA

Kiara eating you out .

Kiara sliding on your clit .

kiara likes teasing you with her tongue .

Glazing Kiara’s clit with your juices .

- CLOE

Cloe fingers u before eating you out .

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Cloe licking your pretty pussy .

Cloe gets you high and fucks you good .

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this was a little rushed .. its a struggle finding lesbian links,, like actually ,.

[kisses4rafey]

picking up older!rafe from the country club

12:46 am

that’s when your night gets interrupted from a very drunk rafe making you groan and reach out blindly for your phone before finally grabbing it "this better be important." you mutter irritably into the phone, clearly not in the mood for whatever is going on.

“hey… sweet baby— he laughs mid talking— could you uhm…like pick us up?” you frown at his slurred speech, sitting up straighter as annoyance tightens your jaw.

“Us?” you echo, already knowing you won’t like the answer.

“Me ‘n Top… and Kelce. I think. Might be more. Dunno. We’re at—wait, wait—Top where are we, bro?” You hear muffled arguing, laughter, something crashing in the background.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, teeth gritted. “You’re kidding.”

“Nooo,” Rafe drawls. “I’m serious, baby. You’re the only one I trust not to leave me for dead or steal my wallet. And I miss you,” he adds like it’ll soften the blow, like that’ll make you forget it’s twelve-fucking-forty-five and you have work in the morning.

You sigh, already sliding off the bed and grabbing your keys and pulling up to the country club.

You don’t bother honking. You just sit there, door unlocked, headlights cutting through the night like you’re daring someone to test your patience.

It doesn’t take long.

The front door swings open violently, and Rafe stumbles out like he’s been tossed—laughing, loud, messy. Topper follows, shirt half-buttoned and yelling something incoherent. Then comes Kelce, clutching a red Solo cup like it’s a lifeline.

“That’s my woman!” he shouts, arms out, and for a moment you fear he’s going to trip on his face.

“them too?” you dead pan already losing it. how the fuck do you end up with three grown ass men in their thirties at one am?

You lean over and push the passenger door open with an annoyed flick of your hand. “Get in, Rafe.” you exclaim exasperated.

He slides into the passenger seat, the smell of liquor and smoke clinging to him like a second skin.

“You mad?” he slurs, head tipping against the window with a thud. “You look mad. But you’re always so fucking hot when you’re mad baby …”

“Rafe,” you snap, shifting the car into drive, “shut up.”

[raekensluver]

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praise kink | spencer reid x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink, porn without plot.

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period sex | rafe cameron x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of period blood, porn without plot.

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thigh riding | aaron hotchner x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, thigh riding, praising, porn without plot.

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piss kink | jj maybank x inexperienced!fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, piss kink, holding/pee desperation, wetting, vaginal sex, teasing/light degradation.

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face sitting | james potter x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, face sitting, oral (f recieving), porn without plot.

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squirting | patrick zwieg x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, female ejaculation (squirting), name calling (slut), fingering.

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mirror sex | spencer reid x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, mirror sex, vaginal sex, p in v from behind, choking.

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blindfold/sensory deprivation | theodore nott x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, sensory depravation, blindfold use, spit play.

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dacryphilia | patrick zwieg x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, porn without plot.

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phone sex | art donaldson x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names (baby, pretty, good girl), porn without plot.

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body worship | spencer reid x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, body worship, oral (f recieving), porn without plot.

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desperation | fred weasley x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, handjob, blowjob, praise kink, porn without plot.

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innocence/corruption kink | tashi duncan x art donaldson x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, fmf threesome, corruption/innocence kink, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, praise kink, porn without plot.

layout inspo/creds to: gogogodzilla and sytoran

[blueheron15]

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routlege!reader

summary: john b is sick of u and jj’s shit!!

warnings: smut

a/n: my first post be nice or i’ll cry

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your room was jj’s favorite part of the chateau. the soft pink walls provided him with a softness in his life he so desperately needed. the polaroids taped to various parts of the wall (mainly of you and him, his personal favorite being you in the middle of him and john b when y’all were younger, both boys pressing a kiss to each of ur cheeks) made him feel loved and mattered.

he also loved finding seashells for you whenever he was at the beach, knowing how you collected them and kept them neatly placed on your dresser.

while he would never admit it out loud, you were his favorite routledge sibling. you were the one he sought out after getting into fights with his dad or with a kook. you were the one he spotted first and foremost in a crowded room. you were the only one he let play with his hair, and you were the one he sent stupid memes to. and, he thought he did a pretty good job at giving u and jb an equal amount of his time and attention. but he just couldn’t keep his hands off of u!!

and not like in the way he would sling an arm around or put the other pogues in a headlock.

he had you on your back, hair fanned across your pillow, thrusting in and out of you as he leaned back on his knees. his grip was a vice against your hips, fucking you hard and surely leaving ringed marks where he was gripping. soft whimpers of “uh, uh, uh” leaving your mouth.

one hand gripped the headboard behind you, the other digging ur nails into his bicep. “oh, right there! mmm!” you squealed.

he tipped his head back in pleasure as his abs flexed. “yeaaaahhhhh. my baby looks so good getting fucked. yeah you do. cmon, cum for me pretty girl.”

“mmmfff jayjay!” your pussy clenched impossibly tight around his cock, legs locking around his lower back as you came with a pornographic moan.

“fuuucck” he groaned, hips snapping wildly before his own release filled you up.

he pulled out after regaining his breath for a moment, eliciting a needy whine from you. he bent down and pressed a kiss to your clit before swiping his tongue, greedily eating your mixed juices. causing your hips to involuntarily jerk upward at the over stimulation. a devilish, boyish grin took over his face, looking up at u as he licked the arousal off of his lips.

“jesus fuck!” you heard john b call from the other room, causing you both to jump. “are y’all done now?!”

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[ruerecs]

fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

[drewstarkeyluvbot]

MASTERLIST!

I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY ~ Rafe Cameron (COMPLETED!)

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SMAU AND TEXTS!

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

SUMMARY: You've always been a robust and steady presence in Rafe's life; from toothy, toddler smiles to screaming teenage outbursts , the admiration between you inevitably blossomed. Time passes, emotions evolve, things change, people change , and the line between friendship and the unknown suddenly blurs, making both of you stumble into a state of irreversible circumstances —

— But I love you , I'm sorry.

WARNINGS: angst , drinking , cursing , mention of drugs /past drug addiction, brief mention of vomiting and parental death ,sexual innuendos, sexting (kind of?)

PROLOGUE ♡

PART ONE ♡

PART TWO ♡

PART THREE ♡

PART FOUR ♡

PART FIVE ♡

PART SIX ♡

PART SEVEN ♡

PART EIGHT ♡

PART NINE ♡

PART TEN ♡

PART ELEVEN ♡

PART TWELVE ♡

PART THIRTEEN ♡

PART FOURTEEN ♡

PART FIFTEEN ♡

PART SIXTEEN ♡

PART SEVENTEEN ♡

PART EIGHTEEN ♡

PART NINETEEN ♡

PART TWENTY ♡

PART TWENTY ONE ♡

PART TWENTY TWO ♡

PART TWENTY THREE ♡

PART TWENTY FOUR ♡

PART TWENTY FIVE ♡

PART TWENTY SIX ♡

PART TWENTY SEVEN ♡

PART TWENTY EIGHT ♡

PART TWENTY NINE ♡

EPILOGUE ♡

[starfilmz]

FEMININE URGE | a rafe cameron fic.

— when a pogue takes a liking towards a certain kook. named it “feminine urge” because everything she’ll do here comes from that.

01 | 02

[cilliansmesoftly]

pick up the phone

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: someone won’t stop calling after you and rafe left a house party together

warnings: smut, cursing, super short

“if that phone rings one more time, i’m gonna lose it.” rafe mumbled from between your legs. his lips and chin were dripping with your wetness as you writhed beneath the heavy arm laid over your stomach.

“i-it’s fucking topper.” you sputtered between moans. rafe groaned into you, his grip on your thigh getting tighter.

you and topper had broken up months ago, but the dude would not leave you alone. whenever you tried blocking his number, he would threaten you. so all of the hours in your day were spent ignoring texts and dodging calls.

“he can’t have you.” rafe was looking up at you through hooded lids. he was drunk off the taste of you, high off of your touch. “say it.”

“he can’t have me.” your eyes closed in pleasure as rafe’s tongue worked on your clit, circling and sucking while his fingers scissored in and out of you. you were begging for more, he could sense it, but he wasn’t going to give it to you yet.

“only me.” he kissed the inside of your thigh, a stark contrast to his rough grip and fast pace.

“only you, rafe.” your knuckles were white from how hard you were holding onto the bedsheets. you were so close. there were tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you were nearing the peak of this pleasure.

ring, ring, ring.

topper’s contact showed up on your phone for the sixth time in the pass hour.

“god, fucking-” the hand that was holding you down onto the bed reached for your phone, the other hand still working inside of you. rafe brought his thumb to your clit. eyes scrunched, lips swollen, your hips raised off the bed. “hey, man, she’s busy.”

the noises you were making could surely be heard through the speaker as rafe dropped the phone back onto the bed, without hanging up.

“cmon, baby. give it to me.” rafe leaned back down to your core, tongue working alongside his fingers.

“oh, my-” your voice was caught in your throat as you came, arching off the bed as rafe’s name left your lips in a suppressed moan. you could hear topper through the speaker of your phone, cursing and yelling to anyone who would listen.

you reached over and hit the ‘end call’ button.

“think he’ll leave me alone now?” you asked rafe, who was still trying to let you ride out your high. your cheeks were flushed with a pinky hue and your eyes were sparkling under the dim glow of the lamp beside the bed.

“i won’t tell you what’ll happen if he doesn’t.” rafe leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“need you.” you whispered against his lips. rafe laid his forehead against yours, you could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

“let me show you what you were missing out on while you were with him.”

[rana030]

Pov: when i catch y/n wearing something i would NEVER wear

[psychoticfemmm]

Bedroom Antics

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: A late-night argument drives you and JJ apart, but by morning, he’s determined to make things right.

The sound of the ocean crashing against the shore filled the night air as you and JJ sat on opposite ends of the couch in John B’s chateau. The argument had been stupid—something about how JJ always left his stuff lying around and how you were tired of picking up after him. It started small, but as it often did with JJ, it escalated quickly.

“I don’t need you nagging me like I’m some kid!” he snapped, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“Then stop acting like one!” you shot back, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence between you was heavy, the kind that made your chest feel tight. Eventually, JJ stood, muttering something under his breath as he stormed into the bedroom.

You sat there for a while, stewing in your frustration, before finally deciding you couldn’t sleep in the same bed as him tonight. Quietly, you crept down the hall to John B’s room, where he and Sarah were already asleep. You hesitated for a moment before whispering, “Scoot over.”

John B grumbled as he shifted, his arm flopping over Sarah as he made room. “What’s going on?” Sarah mumbled sleepily, peeking at you through half-closed eyes.

“JJ’s being JJ,” you whispered, climbing in beside her.

She sighed but gave you a knowing smile. “Classic. Just don’t hog the blankets.”

The three of you fell back into a comfortable quiet, and you were grateful for their presence.

The next morning, JJ woke up alone. He frowned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he glanced around the empty room. “Y/N?” he called out, his voice rough with sleep. When there was no response, he got up, his irritation from the night before replaced by a gnawing worry.

It didn’t take him long to find you. Pushing open John B’s bedroom door, he froze when he saw you curled up between John B and Sarah. John B was sprawled out, one leg hanging off the bed, while Sarah had practically cocooned herself in the blankets.

“Really?” JJ said, his voice louder than he intended.

You stirred, blinking up at him. “What are you doing in here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” JJ said, crossing his arms. “What, you can’t handle one fight so you run off to cuddle with John B and Sarah?”

“You left me the good side of the bed,” John B mumbled, barely lifting his head.

“Shut up, John B,” JJ shot back, though there was no real bite in his voice.

Sarah stretched, propping herself up on one elbow. “To be fair, JJ, you can be a lot to handle.”

“Not helping, Sarah,” JJ muttered, running a hand through his hair.

You rolled your eyes, sitting up. “Maybe I didn’t feel like sleeping next to someone who was being a complete jerk last night.”

JJ sighed, stepping further into the room. “Alright, I deserved that,” he admitted. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Can you just come back to bed? I hate waking up without you.”

Sarah smirked, glancing at John B. “Isn’t he sweet when he’s groveling?”

“Adorable,” John B deadpanned, throwing an arm over his eyes.

You stared at JJ for a moment, his apology softening the anger you still felt. “Fine,” you said, sliding out of the bed.

As you walked past him, JJ caught your wrist, pulling you into his chest. “I mean it, Y/N,” he murmured, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better. Just… don’t leave me like that again, okay?”

You smiled slightly, your annoyance melting away. “I’ll think about it,” you teased, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

JJ grinned against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist. “You’re impossible,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you.

“And you’re a mess,” you shot back, your tone light.

“But I’m your mess,” JJ said with a smirk, kissing you again.

Behind you, Sarah groaned. “Get a room. Oh wait, you have one.”

JJ smirked, throwing her a wink over your shoulder. “Exactly. Which is why I’m taking her back to it. Later, lovebirds.”

He tugged you out of the room, leaving John B and Sarah laughing as you rolled your eyes at JJ’s antics, secretly loving every bit of it.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

♡ 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎:

SPOILED!KOOK!READER BABYDOLL!READER BAMBI!READER BUNNY!READER PUPPY!READER CHERRY!PIE!READER

♡ 𝘼𝙇𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙎:

STEP-BROTHER RAFE CAMERON EX HUSBAND RAFE CAMERON BLUE COLLAR RAFE CAMERON BOXER RAFE CAMERON SEXIST!RAFE CAMERON MILITARY!RAFE CAMERON ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU POGUE BOYS X BIMBO!READER JEWISH!RAFE X JEWISH!READER DREW STARKEY X YOUNGER!DIZTY!READER

♡ 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎:

BEFORE YOU NOTICED SUGAR-COATED CHAINS THE PRINCE’S PRIZE BUFFALO 66 AU TAINTED TEMPTATIONS BASIC TRAINING

♡ CELERBRATIONS

BLUE BANISTERS 1K CELEBRATION 4K CELERBATION

♡ OTHER

RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST JJ MAYBANK MASTERLIST JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE MASTERLIST

♡ NON OBX CHARACTERS

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY JOHN PRICE PHILLIP GRAVES

thank you @cherrygirlfriend for the masterlist!

[novascharms]

the masterlist 

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe - reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track. ୨୧ chapter one ୨୧ chapter two ୨୧ chapter three ୨୧ chapter four ୨୧ chapter five ୨୧ chapter six ୨୧ chapter seven ୨୧ chapter eight  ୨୧ chapter nine ୨୧ chapter ten ୨୧ chapter eleven ୨୧ chapter twelve ୨୧ chapter thirteen ୨୧ chapter fourteen ୨୧ chapter fifteen ୨୧ chapter sixteen ୨୧ chapter seventeen ୨୧ chapter eighteen ୨୧ chapter nineteen ୨୧ chapter twenty ୨୧ the epilogue chapter one ୨୧  chapter two ୨୧  chapter three ୨୧  chapter four ୨୧ chapter five ୨୧ 

the 18+ folder ୨୧ school work is taking you out and rafe helps you destress. ୨୧ you get jealous and rafe shows you you don’t need to be. ୨୧ you and rafe need to study the next algebra chapter but he has different plans.

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