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reader following jj around like a puppy bc she feels so safe with him :( always right on his heels n jj never minds because he loves his sweet puppy :(

esp if you’re shy bc he’s so confident n always knows what to do so u don’t rlly have to do much thinking or talking, just let him do it all for u:(( if there’s a big crowd he’ll reach behind him for your hand n let you take it so he can push through, all “excuse me, scuuuuse me, make way for the pretty lady.” all jokey but it gets u so flustered !!

and if you seem a lil overwhelmed he’ll glance at you during conversation with another group of ppl, leaning over to your ear like “y’still with me?” and when you nod happily he’s just like “atta girl.” and squeezes u into his side aghhhh !!

got the urge to do the 'orange peel theory' trend with rafe "can you peel this for me?" 

rafe laying on your bed, just minding his business when you come holding an orange next to his face. he doesn't even spare you a glance before muttering "no" concentrating on finishing whatever business he's doing on his phone.

"rafe" you whine, bottom lip pouted. "please?" 

"you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself" “but my nails.. i just got them done, i don’t want to ruin them” his right eye twitches as he ignores you, being his usual grumpy ole self. you huff and attempt to peel the orange yourself, trying to use the pads of your fingers instead of your nails. you don’t notice the side eye he's giving you. tongue in cheek, as he watches you struggle, but just before you can throw a fit, it’s aggressively snatched from your hands making you jump a bit. he sits on the edge of your bed and starts to peel it for you. “thank you rafey” you smile sweetly. "yeah yeah -just need me to do everything for you huh baby” letting out a low chuckle. he finishes and tosses the peel in the trash and hands you the oranges but not before eating a couple making you whine. he tugs you by the hair, bringing your face down to his. “are there any other problems you want me to solve for you?” staring at him with big lovey dovey doe eyes, bottom lip tucked in between your teeth as you shake your head ‘no’. his lips press flat as he hums, tilting his head a bit “a’ight now” lips hovering over yours, he calls you a spoilt brat before puling you into a deep kiss. 

Hello!

Sorry if I'm interrumpting your day/night, but I wanted to ask if you have a A03 account

Have a nice day/night!

no i dont sorry :(((

I'm not even that girly or very feminine but something about Tangerine makes me want to be🧡 like sir yes sir! I will wear lace, ribbons, and bows🫡

yessss!! its just something about a big strong man that literally kills that makes me so weak. i just love the contrast between a man like that and his soft, delicate girl who he would absolutely murder for because she is so so precious to him <3333

I read Flightless Bird in one seat. It's fantastic!!!! And the smut is... oh, so delicious! Now, can we just sit together for a moment and think (despite the messed up dynamic, which maybe I shouldn't like as much as I do), about a Tangerine's enemy who finds the reader in the house and tries to harm her? Will there be any remnants of this unfortunately unlucky soul?

omg this poor man.

so maybe the reader doesnt even notice that this man has broken in because she is too preoccupied with something else. like shes taking a bubble bath while watching something on the tv in her bathroom. unbeknownst to her is a man downstairs searching for her in every room. but he doesnt get far before tangerine and lemon come in and attack the guy. shoving him into walls, punching and kicking him.

she tenses in the tub when she hears all the ruckus, suddenly scared for her life. she doesn't exactly know what tangerine does for a living, but she definitely knows its very dangerous, and that this is probably a product from that.

she quickly rises, wrapping a towel around herself and pausing her show, being careful to not make any noise. she goes into her room to call tangerine but hes already in there with a terrified look on his face, as well as some freshly splattered blood.

"jesus, fu- youre okay." and hes walking towards her, pulling her into a crushing hug and smoothing down her wet hair.

"why wouldnt i be? what was all that noise?"

"oh, you dont need to worry your head about that, s'nothing, i promise."

"but i heard-"

"hey," she shuts her mouth immediately at his tone and serious look in his eyes, "i said it was nothing, alright?"

she nods her head, hating herself for finding him so attractive like this. she should be suspicious that something went on downstairs, she should be terrified at the sight of fresh blood on his face, but all her mind can do is become fuzzy at his stern stare and harsh tone. its been happening to much lately, she thinks. shes starting to enjoy just how strict and cut-throat he can be sometimes.

and downstairs outside, lemon is dragging the mans bloodied and beat up body out of the house. remembering to keep him alive so that tangerine can torture him himself.

Imagine Y/n somehow successfully running away, but coming back of her own free will because she’s scared and has separation anxiety from Tangerine

okokok. so i imagine that this is readers last time running away. at this point she has totally given into the life that tangerine has provided for her. but theres is just the tiniest voice in the back of her mind saying that she needs to GO. that her pretty pink room, beautiful dresses, and affection and attention from a man is not worth it. and she forces herself to leave, even tho she really really doesnt want to. and also at this point, tangerine has gotten rid of all the locks in the house that prohibit her from leaving. he has finally been able to trust she wont just run off.

she steps out of her home sadly, not wanting to do what she is about to do. this time is totally different from the first time she was able to escape. shes not running as fast as she can, shes walking slowly, her heart breaking with each step.

then she already starts missing tangerine and all that hes given her. the way he always wakes her up with softest kisses on her face, wrapping his strong arms around her when she needs a hug, whispering the sweetest words to her that make her all shy.

she didn't make it far before she was quickly turning around, running back in the house and up to tangerines office where he was working. she feels guilty. so so guilty for what she just did, even though it was barely anything and she didnt even want to do it in the first place.

she quietly steps into his office and around his desk. tangerine sighs happily at her and pushes himself away from his desk, giving her room to sit on his lap, which she does. tucking herself into his neck and breathing him in. no words are said, this is where she wants to be for the rest of her life, she decides.

Panda says hi!

OH MY GODDDD GIMME😚😚😚😚

I get the worst cramps, and I think if Y/n got horrible cramps too, Flightless!Tan would be the BEST at taking care of her

not me on my period right now and having cramps as well :((( this will be totally self-indulgent btw

so reader knows when she gonna get her period in a number of ways. one, when she starts breaking out. and she is totally freaking out because she is getting that anxious feeling in her stomach from when her parents would notice this break out and comment on it not very nicely. shes afraid that tangerine will see the red spots and pimples on her face and not think of her as his "pretty girl" anymore :((( and because of this, she starts hiding away from him and trying to stay away from him until it starts to go away. so that means longer showers, sleeping in and staying in bed longer, resisting sitting in his lap and receiving cheek kisses. which does not end up going well because shes soon missing his touch.

second, when her boobs start getting sore and achy :((( she just lounges around the house in pain and all pouty, knowing whats coming in a day or two.

three, when she starts craving a bunch of food and eating whatever. and she always feels like crap after.

at first, tangerine just thinks shes gone a little back into her shell and his simply trying to distance herself because she feels like it. but one morning when he tries getting her out of bed after letting her sleep in for a little too long, he gently tries pulling the blanket of her body but stop when she starts whining and eyes start filling with tears.

"cmon, we dont wanna waste the day again, do we?" tangerine tries pulling at the blanket again but fully stops and drops his hands when she starts crying and tugging at the comforter like its her lifeline. at this, tangerine sits on her bed with a concerned look on his face.

"you have to tell me whats wrong. v' let you sleep in for more than two hours now. are you feeling sick?" tangerine tilts his head to the side to get a better look at her, gently wiping away her tears. he feels relieved when you shake your head.

"then what is it? just tell me and ill do everything i can to fix it."

at his words and calm, low voice. she leans herself into him, hiding her face in his neck to spare her the embarrassment she feels. she closes her eyes when she feels his arms wrap around her, itd been a few days since she felt it.

"got m'period." she whispers so quietly it takes tangerine a second to figure out what she says, it doesn't help that her face is shoved into the crook of his neck.

"well thats okay." he says, but is actually panicking because he hasnt gotten any feminine products for her. he mentally kicks himself for not thinking of this.

"got your sheets all dirty and gross."

"well we do have this thing called a washer and dryer, my love. it kind of cleans what needs to be cleaned," tangerine teases while rubbing comforting circles on her back, "your sheets will be just fine."

after a while, he is finally able to pull you out of bed.

"now, you go do your little morning routine, and im gonna head to the store and get you some stuff, got it?" you nod your head as he walks you to the bathroom, knowing that the first thing you like to do when you get out of bed is brush your teeth.

"okay, now is there a specific brand you prefer?"

you tell him quietly, feeling awkward because you had never had to tell someone this before. but a part of you is relieved that tangerine is not disgusted with you, but instead determined to get through this with you.

"alright, anything else you would like?"

"id like some chocolate, if its okay with you." you stare down at your feet, finding your painted toes very interesting all of a sudden.

"that more than okay with me, what else?"

tangerine writes down all the others stuff you want, and with that, he is out the door and in his car. ready to take away your pain and discomfort.

What would the first time Y/n says I love you to flightless bird Tan?

hmmm i feel like it wouldnt take very long for reader to say it. reader definitely wears her heart on her sleeve, especially after ignoring her feelings for tangerine for so long at the beginning of their relationship. as soon as she allows herself to give into tangerine and sees how much he cares for her (in his own weird, psychotic way), she would totally say it.

like she would look back at all the times he was so sweet and patient with her; making her her favorite foods, feeding it to her, kissing her forehead, holding her impossibly close when shes scared of thunder, pleasuring her so much that shes shaking and cant speak <3333 no one has ever cared for her as much as he did.

this all comes back to her and shes jumping into his lap and kissing all over his face, tearfully saying "i love you, i love you..."

This is how Flightless!Y/n dresses

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1qQkhexHlN/?igsh=MXFkdzZtNnZ6MHExMA==

YOU GET IT!!!

reader is so so girly and absolutely loves putting bows in her hair!!! and tangerine loves nothing more than watching his girl getting ready in the morning; using her skincare, putting on some make up, doing her hair real nice, and just loving and taking care of herself just makes him so happy because he knows that before he took her into his life, she never did :(((((

maybe mean!rafe x crybaby!reader? he gets mad at her for not sitting down on the couch with him and he yells at her, dragging her by her wrist and forcing her to sit with him… only if you’re okay with it(I’ve never requested anything before)

warnings; mean!rafe, dom/sub undertones, brat taming, crybaby!reader, barry is a shit stirrer but we love him for it <3

a/n; thanks for the request, angel! hope you enjoy🥰 (side note; may or may not be thinking abt being rafe & barry’s shared gf😍 they’re just too hot together jfc)

You get agitated in a sort of frenzied way that has always driven Rafe insane; you start to twitch, tapping heel clad feet and cracking knuckles until the sound of it has his jaw ticking in vexation.

You're rocking back and forth on your heels, red solo cup clutched between clammy palms; you can see Rafe in your peripheral vision, never letting him too far out of your line of sight in fear of being left to fend for yourself at one of these parties packed with drug-addled teenagers.

The smell of cheap, stale beer and sweat pervades your senses and you cringe, the blaring music paired with the way Rafe is staring you down- cerulean eyes piercing straight through you- forcing your brain into overdrive.

"Would you quit it and come sit down already?" Rafe snaps, thick digits outstretched as an offering for you to take; your lip spills into a pout, tightness pulling at every inch of your skin as the tension pools and gathers between your crumpled brows.

"I don't wanna," you whine, dragging out every syllable plaintively until he's standing, storming towards you with a thunderous expression carved into his features that you're not often on the receiving end of.

"I told you to fucking sit down! What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Can't even do as you're told, can you?"

You feel the tears tickling at your waterline the second he raises his voice, your gaze snapping up to him as the first wave spills over your wide eyes.

"For God's sake, kid. Come sit down," he grouses. His tone softens when your expression crumples and he hooks a thick bicep around your neck, drawing you into the warm expanse of his chest. You're pulled along in short, shuffling steps until your bum hits the leather couch and Rafe's bruising grip digs into your calves to splay them haphazardly across his lap.

"You're mean," you sniff, backs of your fingers smearing across your teary eyes until they're caked in black. He pinches your thigh before delivering a firm swat to the afflicted area, his arms a vice around your squirming body as you try to free yourself.

“I told you to sit down and be fuckin’ quiet. Take a nap or something, cranky pants.” He rolls his eyes, fingers spreading across your jaw to settle your head in the hollow of his shoulder.

You grumble something indecipherable before he feels you go slack on top of him, lashes fluttering as you fight the fog of fatigue that invades every inch of your skull. He smears a kiss along the curve of your forehead.

“Y’alright, Princess?” Barry queries, only amused by Rafe’s sudden glaring of daggers at the shorter man. “Country club bein’ mean, huh?”

“She’s fine,” Rafe snips as you stir and start to whine once again. “Just bein’ a brat. Needs a rest ‘s all.”

“Rafe.”

“I swear to fuckin’ God, kid. You be quiet or I will spank you raw in front of all these people.”

You sigh and curl up and into his embrace, exhaustion settling heavy in your bones once he cages you into his chest with a firm squeeze.

“Good girl.”

clingy!sensitive!reader x rafe?

she’s been clingy all day and rafe gets tired of it and yells at her then she cries, he comes to apologize by eating her out!!

"alright, get the fuck off," he twines, shaking you off the crooked arm you're looped around. "i need to get work done, and you're not helping. can you give me some space, please? jesus christ."

with a huff and a straightening of his spine, rafe returns his attention to his dimly-lit screen computer screen, the contents of which long lost in your memory. you're immediately frowning, blinking back the threat of tears that tickle at your waterline. you pick at the fraying end of your old sweatshirt when you slide off the edge of the bed, bare feet cold against the hardwood. "okay.. i'm just gonna go the bathroom."

the sorrowful tone with which you speak is enough to have rafe burying his face in his hands, an annoyed groan quickly chasing after the action. he rubs tiredly at his eyes before he moves upward to his eyebrows and then up to his hairline, until he's tugging at the short strands of hair. "stop that, come here," he commands, glancing up at your retreating figure through blurry eyes.

you pause at the doorframe, turning around and wriggling a toe into the junction between the transition strip and wood. "i just have to.. pee. and then i should head home, that's all. i have to feed my cat and everything, so..."

rafe closes the laptop, tossing it onto the edge of the bed so that he can fully lounge on the mattress. he tucks a hand underneath the weight of his skull, using his free hand to beckon you closer. "i said come here. don't make me repeat myself."

you return to his side with heavy feet, fingers wrestling snakes behind your back. "i don't want to be a burden anymore, today, rafe. i should just go home. don't worry about it."

rafe rolls his eyes near-immediately, reaching out to latch onto your wrist before you have the chance to turn around again. "i'm sorry, okay?" he starts, pulling you into his side so that he can press an awkward kiss against your clothed bicep. "i'm sorry. i was a dick, i know that. just come here, i don't want you to leave."

you blink back the next layer of tears that portend their descent, slowly accepting and leaning into his embrace. "i'm sorry," he continues, placing a wet kiss against a hidden junction underneath your jaw. "just stay, please?"

you comply, with a heavy sigh, easing into the bed next to him and tucking yourself rightfully at his side. "i don't want to bother you, though. you have stuff to do."

he rolls you over him, however, so that you're planted on his other side on your back. "yeah, i have stuff to do, what about it?"

he hooks his fingers into the bands of your sleep shorts and panties, drawing the fabric down your quivering thighs. "do you have a problem with that? is that okay?" he poses, tossing the discarded clothing onto the floor beside the bed. "but i just need a quick snack, and it may be the only way to show you how sorry i am, baby."

you nod, albeit hesitantly, when he pries your sticky thighs apart, teeth already sinking into the supple flesh of your inner thigh. "yeah?" he confirms, smoothing his hands over the delicate surface. "well i'm sorry, princess. don't ever leave, alright? want you close forever."

messy makeout sesh with dark!rafe 😵😵 sitting on his lap being all whiny

"no more, you're all done," he grunts, pushing you to the ends of his thighs, effectively drawing you away from his lips. "take a break."

"i don't want to, why do you always do that?" you preen, smacking away the hands that go to curl around your ribcage. "no don't touch me."

"you've got enough blow in your system for a fuckin' village, kid. you've gotta breathe."

"no i don't." you grovel, sinking back into his touch despite your previous complaints. "you're such a fuckin' brat." he preens, grabbing your jaw roughly between calloused fingers and drawing you closer to suckle your bottom lip between his own. "quit the fuckin' whining, you hear me?"

you nod, sniffing and nuzzling deeper into the muscle of his shoulder. "i'm not a brat."

a large palm comes down to smack at your thigh. "sure."

INTERVIEW 009

with. rafe cameron and sarah cameron (respectively)

includes. fem!reader, stepcest w reader, (NOT TOGETHER), creampies, strapons, manipulation from both siblings, oral (f receiving), whole nine yds

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Rafe and Sarah have fought over attention practically their entire lives. 

Rafe as a born momma’s boy, Sarah as a born daddy’s girl, but both of them desperately craved the attention of the opposite parent, never satisfied with what they had. Always feeling empty, unfulfilled, if they didn’t have every single thing they set their sights on. 

And when Ward remaries, their sights are set on you. 

Sweet, gentle, desperate to please both your parents and your new step siblings. Shy smiles and refusals to argue, over-polite to the point where Sarah thinks it's adorable and Rafe thinks it's insufferable. And before any of you realize it, their differing perspectives of your behavior leads to their pursuit, both of the eldest Cameron siblings chasing after you as if you had them on an invisible leash. 

Sarah ropes you into hanging out with her as much as she can. She plans excessive mainland shopping days, using the length factored in for travel to her advantage, allowing her to spend as much time with you as possible. Allowing more time for her to slide her hand around your waist. More time for her to pull you closer, pressing against your back when she decides to slide behind you instead of taking another route. More time for her to brush the invisible lash away from your cheek, and press her lips to yours in a kiss that’s so chaste that you consider it to be a complete accident. 

Rafe is more blatant about his attraction, fueled by his belief that nothing wrong could ever happen to him, and he’ll always get his way. He pressures you into joining him on the boat with his friends, not hiding his ogling behind sunglasses as he instead pushes them atop his head, letting his blue eyes freely glide over your practically nude body. He convinces you to have movie nights with him, late into the night to the point where it’s almost morning, “step sibling bonding time” as he calls it. But stepsiblings don’t bond with their hands down each other’s pants, wanton moans let out into each other’s mouth as they try to silence the other. 

You’re stretched thin, trying to split your time between each of their beds, all while dealing with your own turmoil of keeping this all a secret. 

“You don’t want anyone to find out, do you?” they always ask you, Sarah when she has her fingers between your legs, the threat of a vibrator beside her, and Rafe whenever he’s buried his cock to the hilt, the words whispered directly beside your ear for you to really understand the warning. 

You always shake your head, whether there’s tears sliding down your cheeks or blood beading on your bottom lip from how hard you’re biting it in an attempt to muffle your cries. 

Because besides the social shunning that would come from the reveal, you would lose this. You would lose being able to bounce on Rafe’s cock tirelessly until you came so hard that you would have to manually control your breathing to calm yourself down. You would lose being able to stuff your face in Sarah’s cunt until she trapped your head between her plush thighs, only prying them open when she could think clearly enough to do so. You would lose fucking Rafe in the Range Rover he begged Ward to loan him for the night, wobbling out of the SUV with cum dripping into your panties, only to approach Sarah who convinces you to sneak off with her, away from prying eyes where she can use the strap she stuffed in her jeans for the night. 

Hi Sonny dear!!!✨ would you consider writing a sweet pogue reader and a super mean Rafe!!!😈 he could be the meanest meanie that ever was! Like he can make reader go into tears in seconds 😭! Plus you are such a sweetheart 🤭

hi lovely bestie !! and yes I would 🌚 me thinks… (tw stepcest)

pogue!reader is a lil crybaby, super sensitive and sweet, as shy as they come 😣 you’ve never known your mother, so you were more than surprised when she married Ward and wanted to reconnect with you. Long story short, you, Sarah and Wheezie have grown close since reconnecting with your mother. All that time at Tanneyhill gave you a glimpse into the Kook life, the immense wealth and comfort, but it also put you in the same place as Rafe. You live with your father on The Cut for most of the year, and regardless of how much you try to fit into the Kook life whenever visiting your mother, you’ll never be like them, Rafe has drilled that into your head.

He’s absolutely terrible, your worst nightmares personified. He has tormented you and, on a few occasions, has made you run out of the house in tears. He isn’t afraid to cut deep into your delicate little heart—that’s why Sarah refuses to leave you two alone together. But try as she might, Rafe will always find a way to corner you:

“What? You don’t wanna say hi to your big brother?” He cocks his head, wearing that stupid grin as you try to push him away, his tall and broad statue barely sways. “Did you forget your manners?”

You gulp, tears already welling in your eyes. He looms over you threateningly, daring you to snap at him, or raise your hand at him (which you’ve only done once after you had a bit of liquid courage).

His hand reaches for you face, those long fingers tracing down your heated cheeks to your neck. “You remember what happened the last time you ignored me?”

How could you forget?

His touch was burned into your skin, his filthy words seared into the walls of your skull like a cruel mockery of how pathetically weak you are. Worst of all, you didn’t hate how good he made you feel. Even to this day, you haven’t touched that spot inside you, or tasted another man since.

“Have you been getting my packages?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Then why haven’t you called me back?” His fingers pinch your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. “That was the deal, wasn’t it? I keep my mouth shut about what a little whore you are, and you do what I say.”

Your thighs clench and a sinking feeling fills your stomach. You’re almost certain you won’t be joining Sarah and the rest of the Pogues tonight, and it’s all because of the sick man in front of you. Tears stream down your cheeks, you feel helpless, not only to Rafe, but to your own confusing desires.

“Crying already? I’ve barely touched you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, peeking down the hall before pulling you towards his bedroom. You try to resist, but he just yanks harder, making you wince. “I’ve missed you, little sis, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”