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visual blog â¶ @sweetsweetisa âËàż personal blog â¶ @pinknglitter
hi, iâm isa!!! àšà§ 9teen. kildareâs sweetheart. mdni.
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if i may remind u guys that fanfic writing is not my full time job . my interest in obx comes in waves n i will write for our boys when i want to !! im not announcing quitting or a hiatus simply bc idk if im even on one yet!!
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track vi. I THINK HE KNOWS! (pope heyward x sunny!reader)
âhe got that boyish look that i like in a manâ
you couldnât help yourself. you had such a crush on pope heyward. he was smart, brave, kind, and oh so handsome. you had to have him.
you walked up to him at a party, all smiles. heâs chatting with a girl. her name was kiara, you seemed to recall. you needed to stop it.
a kook by blood, when pope realizes itâs you trying to get his attention, he takes a cautious step back. âuh, dâyou need something?â
âhey! i just wanna talk,â is all you say softly, smiling.
âabout what?â
âpope, just walk away, sheâs a kookââ you hear kiara whisper, which makes your smile fade, hurt by her rudeness.
âjust wanna get to know you, sâall,â you tell him, having no problem with forwardness, even though your voice is all sad and nervous now.
seeing your genuine upset over being almost-rejected, he feels guilty, he nods and puts a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on the steps of john bâs porch, where the party was. it perks you back up instantly.
âwhatâs your name again?â pope asks, ever so politely, and you tell him. âiâm pope,â
âi know,â you tell him. âi meanâ everyone knows the pogues after you guys found el dorado. so brave,â
âbrave?â
âmhm. i could never go into a scary rainforest with no phone or anything, just for gold. itâs super brave, what if you got lost or something?â
ânah, nah, we wouldnât get lost, big john had a compassâŠâ he goes into the small details of finding the treasure, all the thought that pope, specifically, had put into this. youâre just batting your eyelashes, listening to every word.
âso youâre really smart, then,â you concur from his words. âwhat do you wanna be when you grow up?â
âa coroner.â
âwow.â
âwhat about you?â
âummm, havenât thought that far ahead. taking a gap year,â
âthatâs okay. i guess i am too. you donât have to know just yet, weâre young,â
heâs sweet too. so you tell him. âyouâre really nice. my older brother told me all the pogues were mean,â
âfunny, uh, thatâs what my dad says about kooks.â
âam i mean?â you ask, misinterperating his words.
âno, baby, youâre good. youâre very kind,â
baby. âgood,â is all you say softly, in a bit of a trance.
you two talk for a bit longer, wearing his sweater because itâs chilly and his father always told him to be a gentleman to sweethearts. until the party dies down, and he offers to drive you home in the twinkie.
âthis is a cute car,â you say softly as you sit inside. âhome-y,â
âyeah, it is, huh? we all decorated it, john bâs had it forever, refuses to get rid of it.â
âi like it. cozier than kook cars,â
somehow during talking (you two havenât stopped), his hand lands on your thigh. not that you mind, it feels like youâve known him ages, youâre already comfortable around him.
pulling into the rich side of the island, you tell him your address and he pulls into your driveway.
âalright, it was really nice meeting you, baby,â pope smiles. âsleep well, mkay?â
you nod. âyeah nightââ you start, but cut yourself off. âhey.â you start.
âyeah?â
âi donât normally do this, but, do you wanna⊠come in? my parents arenât gonna be home for a couple days,â
he scratches his head, thinking. âuh, for what?â
âi think you know.â
a lyrical smile on his face as he nods, helping you out of the car. he doesnât normally do this either, but something about you captivated him. bless his soul.
can we bring this back pls
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Reader with an Oral FixationâŠ
rafe cameron x reader
c/w: oral male receiving, language, praise, face-fucking, cum tasting, degradation, + pet names.
499 words
You never know what version of Rafe youâll get when he walks through the door after a long dayâbut youâre always waiting, ready to give him exactly what you both need.
Sometimes heâs wound up, storm still in his eyes. He doesnât say a word, just unzips his pants, cock already heavy in his hand, fist tangling in your hair, dragging you down.
Youâre on your knees in a second, lips stretching wide around him, tongue laid flat as he feeds it to you. He groans when you choke, hips setting the paceâdeep, filthy strokes that make your throat burn. His baby blues lock on yours, jaw tight as he grinds every inch down your throat like itâs the only thing that can settle him.
Other nights, though, itâs you who takes over. You donât wait. You kneel between his legs, tugging his slacks open and pulling him free before he can even process it. Heâs thickening quick in your hand, twitching hot against your palm until heâs stiff and begging for your mouth. And when you wrap your lips around him, wet and hungry, itâs game over.
His thighs spread wide, his head drops back, and his fingers sink into your hair. He doesnât guideâyouâve got him handled. He just clings while you fuck his cock with your mouth, messy and perfect. Your spit soaks your chin, dripping down your throat as you swallow him deeper, gagging yourself on purpose just to feel the way he jerks in your mouth.
âJesus fuckâlook at you,â he pants, voice breaking. âMessy little slutâgonna fuckinâ drain me dry, huh? My perfect fuckinâ girl with her mouth full of me.â
He twitches hard when you moan around him, your throat milking him, and itâs like heâs unraveling in your hands. His abs flex, his thighs tremble, and he starts babblingâbegging almost, voice cracking as you stroke and suck and slobber all over his fat cock.
âDonât stopâdonât you fuckinâ stopâbaby, please, thatâs it, holy fuckââ His eyes roll back, his grip on your hair tight enough to sting, but he still wonât pull you off. He wants every second, every inch, every filthy noise.
And when he breaks, he breaks hardâcock jerking in your mouth as hot cum pours down your throat. You swallow greedy, messy, humming around him like you canât get enough. He groans, hips stuttering as he ruts weakly into your mouth until heâs all tapped out.
When you finally pull off, lips swollen and chin shining, you lick him clean with slow, deliberate flicks of your tongue. He stares at you, not knowing whether to fight through the overstimulation if it means keeping you like this.
âYouâre gonna fucking kill me with this mouth, pretty girl,â he mutters, voice hoarse, face twisted in awe. His hand cups your jaw, thumb smearing spit across your lips like he canât help himself. âWhoâs mine? Who owns this mouth, baby?â
âYou. Iâm all yoursâŠâ
âShiiiitâŠâ He groans, chest heaving as he stares down at you like youâre unreal. âLucky me, huh? Câmon, prettyâopen up.â
david corenswet and drew starkey are in love w me at the same damn time
if i may remind u guys that fanfic writing is not my full time job . my interest in obx comes in waves n i will write for our boys when i want to !! im not announcing quitting or a hiatus simply bc idk if im even on one yet!!
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PASSED AROUND HIS FRIENDS â r.cameron
â come on, no one's gonna know / oh, baby, won't you ruin my plans tonight? â đȘœ
MINORS DNI 18+ á¶» đ đ° .á âïž | outer banks. WARNINGS: fem reader ă ditzy bimbo reader who just likes attention ă smutty content but no p in v, just implied exhibitionist smut ă suggestive material ă dubcon ă purposeful intoxication of reader ă objectification ă exhibitionism.
RAFE CAMERON who waits âtil youâre just drunk enough to get you into a limo with him and all his friends. you laugh and you play, getting flirty and frisky. thereâs a part of him that thinks youâre trying to stay cool in a situation where youâre outnumbered, but a larger part of him is impressed that you look right at home. in the middle of a bunch of hungry men, letting them subtly bully you while you take it all like a little champ. itâs like you belong in the center of this kind of attention⊠like youâre asking for it.
you get pulled into laps and you push boysâs heads away when they get too close to kissing on your neck. you donât mind the hands on your hips or how their grips get a little stronger when theyâre grasping onto your dress. you cry, ârafey, save me!â in a faux pout, jumping onto him to tuck your head under his chin and sliding your hand under his coat against his chest. âtheyâre being mean.â you insist, but itâs all in good fun.
âârafey, save you?ââ he parrots in facetious disbelief, condescendingly humoring you. he exchanges silent conversation through gazes with his buddies, asking if youâre for real right now; if you know what youâre doing to them; if you care. âtheyâre not so bad, âpromise.â he plays into your little game, nodding up to one of his friends to the side as if to say, check this shit out. âcâmon, theyâre looking lonely, go on.â rafe kicks you off his lap with an encouraging push until you land on your heeled feet. the force doesnât stop there, guiding you into the hands of the others. one clutches onto the skirt of your outfit, yanking you to him to press you flush against his chest. you shy away, flinching one of your eyes as you pinch your neck, pushing him out of your space as you feel his nose close in on the corner of your jaw.
âstop!â you squeal, escaping the hold only to stumble into a seat of your own with the fabric ridden up so far every guy catches a glimpse of the color of your panties. disheveled and breathless, you brush your hair out of your face with a gust of air out of your mouth. slumped into the leather, you donât register how your spaghetti strap peels off your shoulder, or how your heated skin is caressed by strangerâs hands. âwhereâs rafe? i want rafe.â you insist.
âiâm right here, princess. howâre you feeling? want something to drink?â he asks as he slots in next to you, sunning you with his body heat. everyone knows heâs not talking about water. his arm settles behind your head, and you gravitate towards him, leaning your head on him. a single thick finger of his comes to hook under your hem, leading the line up to show his compatriots more of the lace trim on the cute underpants you decided to wear. to ease you into this, his arm wraps fully around you in an embrace, sweetly caressing your arm with the tips of his digits.
âiâm getting hungryâŠâ you sleepily tell him, ending the sentence with a yawn that makes him bite down onto his bottom lip. you toe off your heels delicately, picking your legs up to lay next to you on the seat.
vaguely, rafe answers you just to lead you to believe heâs listening, âuh-huhâŠâ you nod to yourself to confirm it. âweâll⊠uhâweâll get you something later, okay? jusâ⊠do something for me first.â your brows furrow as you feel his hand wedge between your thighs, strength beginning to pry them apart one by one.
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áŻâ MINORS DNI 18+
thinking about forced relationship with RAFE CAMERON. âyou love your little pogues so much youâll do anything for them, wonât you? wonât you?â he threatens, prompting you to use your words. itâs all fake for you. be seen in public with him, let him get handsy. you have to pretend like you like it when his hand slips into your back pocket and his lips are on your ear whispering some naughty shit about getting you back upstairs. âyou know what girlfriends ânâ boyfriends do, donât you?â he taunts, laying back onto the headboard of his king-size with his hips pushed out suggestively.
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