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exclusiivelyd · 2 years

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HI! Oof it's been a while since I've requested something but i saw your post and i just feel like i need more jj so here it is

Jj x kook!reader (because yes, my favorite trope)

(They're in a established relationshi) there's a new kook in the island who won't stop hitting on her and taking every chance to talk to her at school or anywhere he sees her. One day she's hanging out with the pogues and the guy is there too (he doesn't know she's dating jj). Maybe he starts a fight or he's like being an asshole saying she shouldn't be with a pogue idk, make it angsty and fluffy and I'll be happy :)

Lots of love <3

defending your honor | jj maybank

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: jj just needs the new kook to back off his girlfriend. he’s also not going to miss an opportunity to get drunk.

warnings: kook!reader. idk how to write fight scenes and i also don’t know how to write endings. not as angsty as it was supposed to be

The party was only supposed to be for the pogues on the island to celebrate the return of John B. There were only supposed to be a few kook exceptions like Sarah or Y/N, JJ’s girlfriend, but apparently a few kooks didn’t understand that, seeing as Topper and his new best friend, Adam, were at the party.

And JJ Maybank was pissed.

Ever since Adam moved to Outer Banks, he just couldn’t find it in himself to stay away from his girlfriend. It was easy for him to be around Y/N, seeing as they ran in the same social circle and he used that to his advantage. That, paired with Y/N being too sweet, and just a little naive, meant that the word “no” was never in their conversations.

Which is why JJ’s girlfriend was sitting uncomfortably on log next to the person he was starting to hate, while JJ himself was sulking in the corner, a red plastic cup in his hand. Not only would Kie yell at him for the plastic and the importance of saving the sea turtles, but so would Y/N because he was without question, a little tipsy.

So JJ dragged his feet to where his girlfriend and the kook were sitting, plopping himself down next to Y/N and curled an arm around her waist. Maybe Adam just wanted to be her friend, JJ thought. He looked at Adam and saw his eyes zero in on the arm around her waist, eyes narrowed with his leg bouncing up and down. Yeah, JJ thought, face now buried in Y/N’s neck, friends.

“Hi, baby.” JJ’s voice was soft as he spoke, small kisses peppered on Y/N’s neck as he breathed in her scent. Her hand trailed up against his back as an innocent “hi, JJ” came out of her mouth, burying her hand in his hair.

The satisfaction and high that JJ got from hands in his hair was ruined as soon as Adam opened his mouth. “Hi, I’m Adam,” the head from Y/N’s neck lifted to look at the boy across from them, his gaze sharp but unfocused from the alcohol. “I just moved here.”

“JJ. Y/N’s boyfriend.” JJ tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer and Y/N felt blood rush to her face at the display of affection.

Adam’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, the shock clear as he looked between the couple. His eyes finally landed on Y/N, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Uh, yeah. I thought you knew. Everyone knows. Plus, you’re friends with Topper.” Her voice was timid as she looked at JJ, her hands playing with his free hand.

“Why the fuck–”

“Okay, Alex,” JJ interrupted. He untangled his arm from Y/N’s waist. “We’re all friends here, right? Watch how you're speaking to her.”

Adam’s tight lipped smile was strained as he stood up, “It’s Adam.”

“That’s what I said,” JJ stood up next, looking down at Y/N as she clutched the wrist closest to her. “I get it, Y/N’s hot, but she has a boyfriend, me. Obviously. So maybe you should just chill out.”

“No, I’m not going to chill out. This bitch was clearly leading me on.” Adam spat through his clenched teeth as he stepped closer to the drunk boy. JJ stumbled closer, shaking his wrist out of Y/N’s hand.

JJ could feel the eyes of his girlfriend and he looked around to see a crowd starting to form, John B, Pope, and Kie behind Y/N. He could vaguely see Topper through his blurred eye sight. But JJ wasn’t thinking. He doesn’t even think clearly while sober, why would he think clearly when he’s drunk?

Which is why his right fist balled up by his side, the cold of his rings digging into his skin, and his fist was across Adam’s face before he could blink.

He could hear the gasps of the crowd and the shouts from John B and Pope but all he could think about was Alex called my girlfriend a bitch and that was enough for him to get another punch in before he was pulled away.

JJ didn’t fight against the hand pushing him back and he stumbled onto a log, the same hand he punched with clutched in his girlfriend's hand, assessing the damage. He could see her lips moving rapidly while her eyes were worried, searching for signs of discomfort.

When he finally broke from his daze, JJ shook his hand from Y/N’s grasp once again to hold the side of her face. “I’m okay, baby, promise,” He assured, her face tilting further into his hand. “I was just–” he hiccuped, “--just trying to defend your honor.” The small grin on his face spread into a bigger one because of the small joke he made and Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face when she saw him giggling to himself.

“Will you take care of me?” He asked his girlfriend, already out of the seat and draping himself over her body before she answered. JJ tugged her up and pushed her towards the car. “Need you to kiss my hand, make it better.”

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x reader #x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks #sarah cameron #pope heyward #kie carrera #john b routledge #outer banks pogues #obx kooks #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Little Things

Warnings: cursing, smut, tit play, nipple play, nipple piercings

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Kiara is finally able to "admire" Y/N's new piercings after they have had time to heal.

Kinktober Day 14 - Piercings

"Are they healed yet?" Kiara asked with a whine. You had got your nipples pierced a few weeks ago and Kie was just dying to get her hands on your tits so she could see them finally. They of course needed time to heal though so, she had to wait for some time. You laughed and shook your head when you saw how desperate she was for just your tits.

"Come on, please tell me. Are they healed yet?" She asked impatiently. "Okay, alright, fine. I'll tell you." You said with a laugh. "Yes, they are healed now." You said. When you said that you saw Kiara's eyes light up. "Would you like to see them?" You asked with a devilish smirk. "Please?" Kie asked. You smirked and then slowly took your tight cropped tank top off before taking off your bikini top off, revealing your pierced tits to your girlfriend.

The brunette girl stood there in awe. She looked like a kid in a candy store. You smirked when you saw her reaction to your piercings. "Well? Do you like them?" You asked with a smirk. "Like them?" Kiara said with a smile. "Fuck.. I love them." She said. "Mm.. I'm glad you like them." You said with a grin. "Of course I do." Kiara grinned as well before leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

You kissed back lovingly and the two of you made out for a few minutes before Kiara pulled away from your lips. She kissed down your jawline, down your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body until she reached your breasts. She looked up at you with a smile before leaning over to your left breast and gently flicking her tongue over the pierced bud.

You gasped softly and whimpered as she did so. She smirked before switching to your right nipple and doing the same to it before drawing your pierced nipple into her warm mouth. You bit your lip, biting back a moan as Kiara gently sucked on your hardened bud. You put your hands through her long, brown curls as she continued to suck on your right bud. She pulled back before biting her lip, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face.

"Well, we can't let the other one feel left out now can we?" She said with a smirk as she leaned down and drew your left nipple into her mouth. You let your head fall back as she did so. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she continued to suck on your hardened nipple. She finally stopped before trailing kisses up your body and back up to your mouth before kissing you.

"Mm.. I love you." You said with a smile. "I love you too, babe." Kie said with a smile before kissing you lovingly again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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notbadweird · 1 year

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Kiara opened up to Pope about how bad her kook year was, so bad to the point where she almost ended her life and he had the audacity to bring up it up during that fight on the boat. Don’t get me wrong they both had decent points but bringing up the kook year just wasn’t needed.

Also JJ sticking up for Kie

Cries In Jiara😭

#jiara #jiara endgame #obx #obx3 #obx season 3 #jj maybank #kiara carrera #kiara carrera x jj maybank #kiara x jj #jj x kiara #jj x kie #kie x jj #netflix #pogues for life #kook year #kook #pogue

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outerbaanksjiara · 2 years

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Jelousy

Summary: JJ gets jealous when he sees Kiara at a bonfire party

Pairing: JJ and Kie

Word count: 13577

JJ always loved the bonfires nights. They were the best summer nights. His favourite part at the bonfires nights was hooking up with girls. Not that the alchool or weed weren't good too.

JJ was knew for being the best ome to hook up with in Outer Banks. Some of them were even calling him a sex God and kept talking about him in bed and JJ defenitly didn't mind.

Today was one of the bonfire nights. He and John B were walking on the beach till the sound of the waves was starting to get covered by loud music and voices. JJ looked around for someone to talk with. Or you can also say hook up. He knew most of the people here especially the one's from the cut.

He stopped searching when he saw Kiara. She was talking with some guy. She was wearing a shirt and some shorts wich was her usually outfit but somehow the light from the fire made her look prettier than any other girl JJ ever saw. The guy didn't look familiar to him so he thought he kight be a tourist.

Kie was laughing at whatever the guy was saying. JJ thought that he definitely put something in her drink cause there's no way Kie would like that guy. Especially cause he was using a plastic straw.

He had no idea why he cared about her talking wuth that guy. Usually he'd already find a girl and took her on his bike, that was also known as his hook up bike, or at least smoke some weed. But he was sitting there looking at that dude talking with Kie. It was bothering him. A lot.

"Are you okay?" Pope said next to him.

He turned to face him and pointed with his head towards Kie and the guy. JJ didn't know what was happening with him but seeing Kie with that tourist was making him feel strange. It made him feel like the guy stole something from him.

"I think that guy is trying to hook up with Kie" JJ said watching the guy putting a hand on Kie's thighs.

Pope started saying something but was interrupted by JJ with a even angrier tone. He pointed towards Kie and the tourist guy and starting walking towards them.

"Look how he's touching her" he said not knowing if Pope was still after him or no but he didn't care. All he cared about now was Kie.

"This is a bad idea" Pope said but JJ could barely hear him cause of the loud music.

When he got close enough to Kie he reached for her arm and slowly pulled her up so he won't scare or hurt her. JJ noticed from her first words that she was wasted. The boys never seen Kie wasted. She always had a few drinks but never enough to make her wasted.

"JJ" she said making the last J sounds longer "come take a drink with us" she said pointing towards the tourist guy. The guy defenitly didn't seem happy about the idea of JJ joining them.

"Maybe next time" he said the calmest he could "You had enough drinks" said JJ taking the drink from her hands.

She defenitly didn't like what he just did. She turned her head from the guy to JJ, almost falling if he didn't hold her arm.

"Who are you to tell me how much should I drink?" She asked annoyed pulling her arm out of JJ's.

"We're going to Chateau" JJ said holding her arm again and trying to ignore her protests.

"I don't wanna leave yet" she tried to walk away from him but tripped and almost fell again.

JJ knew Kie was stubborn. Everyone knew that. He didn't think he was the right person to deal with wasted and stubborn Kie at the same time without any weed.

The tourist guy came in front of him with an annoyed look on his face. JJ noticed from the way he moved that he was defently more sober than Kie.

"Dude she said she doesn't wanna leave" said the guy putting an arm around Kie's waist.

That was enough for JJ to loose his shit. Unfortunately he didn't had any weed that night to blame it on the weed. He punched the guy in the face as hard as he could.

"Do you think it's funny to drug girls and then took advantage of them?" he said trying his best to ignore the pain that was starting to build up in his hand.

It didn't last long till people started to come around them. He heard Kie saying something along with John B and Pope but he couldn't understand what. He threw a few more punches till he looked at the guy who was now laying under me. His nose was bleeding and had a small cut on his lips. He deserves it for taking advantage of Kie. When he wanted to let go of the guy he felt him taking out a hand that was earlier behind his back, and threw a punch right in JJ's face. It didn't took long for him to feel the familiar sensation. He could feel a bruise forming on his left cheek. Before he could throw hands on the tourist again he felt a pair of hands pulling him off the guy despite his protests.

"Let him go or someone will call the cops" He heard John B saying which made him realise that he was the one that pulled him off the guy.

He looked at the tourist guy who was getting up as fast as he could then he turned all my attention to Kie who was standing up with Pope's help. She was defenitly mad at him.

"Are you okay?" JJ asked her trying to ignore her famous death stare she was giving him.

"What's wrong with you?" She yelled over the music.

"He was being a jerk" JJ yelled back so she could hear her over the music.

Before she managed to say something else she tripped and would've fell if Pope wasn't holding her.

"She's wasted, we have to take her home" said Pope looking towards JJ and John B.

Kie looked like she wanted to protest but before she could say anything John B spoke dragging JJ after him.

"I'll go take the twinkie with Pope" he said taking out the keys from his pockets. "JJ, you watch her.

He heard Kie mumbling something in protest but ignore it. JJ nodded and then started going towards where John B and Pope were going to park the twinkie. He tried to help Kie to walk but she pushed him off so he let her walk by herself in front of him so in case she'll fall he can catch her. He was sure that she was defently mad at him. As soon as John B and Pope left JJ was ready for her to yell at him or be angry but she didn't say anything. That was even worse. She was giving him the silent treatment. No one was saying anything. The silence was louder than anything she could say to him.

"What was wrong with you tonight" she snapped out of no where which almost scared JJ.

"What was wrong with me? The guy was defently a jerk" he defended himself trying to help her sit but she pulled her arm away again.

"I can take care of myself" she scoffed as she sat down on some rock.

"You can't even walk without tripping" JJ said even if he wasn't sure if she heard him cause after that she didn't say anything till John B and Pope came with the twinkie.

This time when JJ tried to help her get into the car she didn't complain. She slowly got up off the rock with one hand in her curly brown hair, trying to hold her head. JJ knew he was cause of whatever the guy put in her drink but he still worried.

"You okay?" He asked placing her head on his lap while her body was laying on the twinkie's floor.

She nodded closing her eyes. JJ didn't know if it was a good idea. He remembered the time he smoked something he found at his house when he was little and then fell asleep. When he woke up he had the biggest headache he ever remembered. She didn't know how Kie will react but he didn't wanna risk.

"Should we let her fall asleep Pope?" JJ asked while his hand was playing with her curls trying to keep her awake even if it didn't seem to work.

"I don't know what she took but I think it shouldn't affect her" he said not getting his eyes from the driveway.

"You think?" JJ said more angrier than he meant to "Aren't you suppose to be a doctor or something?"

Pope moved his eyes from the driveway for a second to look at JJ offended and then back to the road.

"I wanna work with dead people not alive ones" he said defensive while stoping in frint of the familiar house.

JJ slightly shake Kie to wake her up but it didn't work. He tried to shake her again more harder but she didn't even flinch.

"Guys, she won't wake up" he said trying his best to hide the panick in his voice.

Pope and John B got off the car as fast as they could and opened the back door to help JJ carry Kie. JJ watched Pope looking Kie's wrist and trying to find a pulse.

"Her pulse is weak" he said without trying to hide his panick like JJ.

"Fuck" JJ muttered while Kie's head was still resting in his lap.

"What do we do now?" Asked John B taking Kie's head off JJ so he could get off the car and grab her.

"Maybe Sarah will know what to do" said Pope who was still checking Kie's wrist.

John B took his phone out of his pocket and called the familiar number while JJ and Pope we holding Kie's unconscious body.

"Hey, I know it's late but we need help" John B said following the others through the house.

"You can't get out of my room and especially at this hour" Sarah's voice heard towards the phone "What happend?

"It's Kie someone drugged her at the party and now she won't wake up" John B explained.

"I'm on my way" she said followed by the sound of a window opening.

John B knew that his girlfriend was an expert at sneaking out in the middle of the night. It wasn't the first time she'd sneak up just to come and see him.

He entered in the house and saw Kie on the couch with Pope and JJ next to her.

"Sarah is on her way" John B announced while approaching to Kie "How's she?"

"Still asleep" said JJ stroking her curls, even if it was more cause it calmed him down.

In only a few minutes Sarah entered in the Chateau and went straight to Kie. She checked her pulse the same way Pope did.

"Do you guys know how much she drank or what the guy gave her?" She asked looking at the boys with a worried look.

Neither of them answered which made Sarah understood that neither of them had a clue.

"She'll be fine but someone should stay with her in case she'll feel bad or throw up over night" she after a while.

"I will stay with her" said JJ who was still holding Kie in his arms.

Sarah nodded then her eyes landed on JJ's face and hands. He almost forgot about the pain he was feeling on his face.

"What happend with you?" She asked but before JJ could answer John B did.

"He beat up the guy who drugged Kie" he said while Sarah was checking JJ's arm and face.

"You should put some ice on the injuries" she said while her eyes were still on his hand "I don't think you need stitches"

"I have to go or my dad will kill me" said Pope getting of the couch's arm "Let me know how she's feeling"

"I should go too" Sarah said placing a short kiss on John B's lips "Call me if she feels bad.

"I'll drive you" John B said and then opened the door.

JJ was left alone with Kie. He slowly let her head on the couch so he could get up and take her to Big John's bedroom. He didn't know if he should've let her sleep like this or no. He didn't want her to sleep uncomfortable so he went to John B's drawer where he had some of his clothes and pick up the best shirt he could find.

He slowly got Kie's shirt off, trying not to shake her too much and make her throw up. After he put his shirt on her he let her head fall on the pillows. He couldn't ignore how beautiful she looked in his shirt. He got in bed and sit next to her while his eyes were still on her, making sure she's okay. The moon light was making her even more prettier which he didn't know it was possible.

"Where are we?" JJ heard Kie's soft voice that was just a little louder than a whisper.

JJ let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was so relieved that she woke up and seemed fine.

"We're at the Chateau" JJ softly said putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her on the pillows "Some idiot drugged you but you're okay now"

"You brought me here?" She asked like she was in shock which JJ couldn't understand why.

Of course he brought her here. He couldn't let the guy took advantage of her. But this still didn't explain the feeling he felt besides from worrying. It didn't explain why he was jealous.

"Well me and the others did and then Sarah helped us but yeah" he said helping her position herself better on the pillows.

"What happend to your face?" She said bringing her hand to his face and slowly dragging her tumb over his bruise.

He didn't know how to describe what he felt. It made him feel a strange shiver trough his whole body. For a second he thought it was cause of the bruise but it wasn't. It was just the way Kie always made him feel.

He didn't know for how long he was thinking but he was bought back to reality by her lips over his. The kiss was soft and slow at first. JJ let out a quite groan when her lips slowly moved away from his but her forehead was still pressed to JJ's. After only a few seconds her lips were over his again but this time it was faster and deeper than before. They both wanted eachother. They needed to feel eachother. With every second passing it made them want more and more. JJ slowly opened her lips with his tongue and found his way in her mouth.

No. This wasn't right. She's high, she wouldn't want this sober. It took all of himself to pull away from his lips.

"Kie" he said slowly pulling away from her.

She tried to get closer to his lips again but he stopped her.

"Kie, you're drunk you wouldn't do this sober"

She slowlu shakes her head while her arms were resting on his chest.

"I love you and I've always did" she whispered moving one hand to his hair and played with it like he did with her hair earlier.

She loves him.

Kiara Carrera, the girl he always loved, loves him. But it's not true. She's drunk. She could never love someone like him sober.

"If tomorrow you'll still love me then I can't wait to kiss you again" he whispered placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

She put her head back on the pillows. She looked beautiful. She always does. JJ always loved stealing some glances of her sometimes. He loves watching her curly hair and how it shines in the sun and her beautiful brown eyes. Seeing her smile and hearing her laugh. Listening to her talking about planet and turtles. Surfing with her and listen to her while she plays the ukulele.

He got off the bed and started walking towards the door.

"Can you stay with me?" She asked from her spot on the bed.

JJ hesitated for a moment. He didn't know if it was a good idea after what happened earlier but he couldn't leave her alone. JJ nodded even if he wasn't sure she saw him. He positioned himself under the blanket next to her. She slowly turned around and moved till her head was sitting on his chest. JJ put his arms around her without realising. Her hair smelled like coconut. One of his favourite things. He moved one hand to her hair and started playing with her curls. JJ wished they could stay like this forever but he knew it was impossible. Kie didn't actually love him, who could even love him?

He doesn't remember when he fell asleep but he woke up with the most beautiful sight he could ever imagine. Kie was curled up still in his arms. She was having her eyes closed but he didn't think she was sleeping.

He slowly moved his fingers over her arm, down her waist and back. JJ could see her trying to hide a smile. After only a few seconds she turned with her face to him. She was smiling. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"Morning" she said kissing his lips for only a few seconds which made JJ stare at her in shock like an idiot.

She was sober and she kissed him

She was sober and she kissed him.

"Looks like I still wanna be with you sober" she said kissing him again.

JJ kissed her back this time but it was only a short kiss.

"Are you sure?" He asked but continued when he saw Kie's confused look. "You could date anyone else, you're beautiful, smart, funny and have a bright future"

He saw Kie's lips moving like she wanted to say something but he interrupted her.

"Look at me, I'm just a piece of shit like my father is, I'll eventually end up in jail anyway" he started but stopped as soon as he saw Kie's face.

He couldn't tell if he was mad or upset or any reaction she was about to have. He knew he hated when he talked about himself like that but he couldn't understand why he loved him.

"You're nothing like your dad and you're not gonna end up in jail" she said with an angrier look but then her face softened and continued "You know what I see in you? The most carrying and loyal person I've ever seen, you would do anything for your friends and even for your dad who doesn't deserves it" she said while her thumb was slowly moving over his bruise like she did last night which made JJ feel the same shivers.

"I love you so much. I've always did." he said kissing her lips but this time longer.

JJ felt her lips turning into a smile against his. He let her lips go and focused on her eyes. He could look at them forever. Her eyes always calmed him. They made him feel like everything was fine even when it wasn't.

"I love you too" she whispered pressing her forehead to his.

"I'm sorry for yesterday. I should've handle the situation better but I was jealous when I saw you with that guy" JJ said giving her another short kiss.

"It's okay and you don't have to worry anymore, now I have someone in my mind" she said pulling him into a deeper kiss.

JJ didn't care about anything else right now. He could only focuse on Kie and her lips. He was pretty sure that's how it's gonna be from now on.

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redhead1180 · 1 month

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Sunshine

Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader

Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.

Words - 3k

Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.

A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!

Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week you’ve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.

JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldn’t. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you don’t remember a time when they weren’t there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldn’t get around it for this party.

You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.

Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.

“Well, well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine” Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck off, Cameron” I told him, trying not to say more and start something.

“Anyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshine” he laughed.

“Only to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweet” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I bet you taste sweet” he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. “What’s got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldn’t have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?”

“You’re such an asshole, Cameron” You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.

“Most girls that talk to me the way you do get punished” he leered, inches from my face.

So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.

“Let go of me you fucking psycho!” I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. “I swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.” he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.

I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.

He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.

I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.

“Rafe just fucking walk away, leave me alone” I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.

*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldn’t have done that” he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.

“You psychotic motherfucker, put me down!” I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.

He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“You may not want this, but your body does” he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.

“You’re a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.” He threatens.

I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but don’t see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

“Just a little something to make you enjoy it more.” He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.

“Open up, Sunshine” he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.

I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw won’t let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I can’t stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didn’t want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.

“What the fuck did you give me, Rafe?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

“Aww Sunshine, it’s just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.” He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.

“Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.

“Oh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.” He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.

“That’s it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.” He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.

“More” I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.

I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.

“Fuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?” he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.

“Shit Rafe, I don’t know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ain’t fitting in me.” I say in wonder.

“I’ll make it fit,” he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasn’t all the drugs.

“Oh, don’t be shy now” Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.

Distracted by his kiss, I didn’t notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.

“FUCK!” I cried out “Rafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!” I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.

“I’ll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and you’ll only want my cock in this pussy. You’re mine now, Sunshine” he rasped in my ear.

“I hate you” I hissed at him.

Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.

“You keep saying that, but your body doesn’t,” he taunted “you might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didn’t you?”

I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.

“Oh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slut” he hissed at me.

“Yes Daddy” I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.

“That’s my good little slut” he teased.

He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.

“That’s it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.” He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.

He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.

“S’too much, daddy” I whine, trying to push on his stomach. “I can’t do it”

He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.

“You will take everything I give you. You’re my little cum slut now and you will obey me” he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.

All you could hear in the room were my ‘uh-uhs’ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.

“You better cum before me or you’re outta luck,” he panted. “We’re not here for your pleasure, only mine.” He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.

I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafe’s dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I can’t stop.

“Jesus Fuck” Rafe gasps, “You’re clenching so tight I can barely move.”

He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.

“Oops can’t have any Daddy’s juices spilling out can we?” he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.

“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.

“Stop being a whiny slut” he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.

“What the fuck” I snap.

“I need something to jerk off to when you’re not around”

He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.

“Unlock it” he demands.

I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.

“When I call, I expect you to answer and come to me” he demands coldly. “If you don’t, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.” he grins.

I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.

“Now you’re gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.” He instructed. “The whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.”

I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.

Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.

“Stop crying like a cunt,” he mocked me, “You enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?”

“It was the drugs” I argue.

“Sure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?” he asked.

I’m looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.

“S’what I thought,” he smirked “Now get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.”

I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.

Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJ’s lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didn’t seem to have missed me.

I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.

Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.

I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.

How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.

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venuslore · 8 months

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𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𖥔

summary ; rafe begins to push you away when he realises the true nature of his feelings towards you

pairing ; rafe cameron x kook turned pogue!fem!reader

notes ; this series will contain mature themes, such as : p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), swearing, physical altercations, potential nightmares and anxiety, arguments, drinking and drugs. if i forgot any please let me know.

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

summer nights in the outer banks always felt like a mist of nostalgia washing over you as you ventured to the boneyard. the humidity was high, and the stars were bright. speckling across the night sky like a blanket of magic, each holding a promise to return the next day like they had every other.

tonight’s party had passed by in a flurry, whisking you away with your friends for a night of unconventional fun. just the way you liked it.

the boys were up to mischief, as per usual, as they took part in numerous bets and dares to see who was the ‘best pogue’ while sarah dragged you and kie to the bonfire for a dance. and despite the fact that you had spent most of the night in high spirits, you couldn’t help the sudden plunge of morale as you watched john b sneak up behind sarah and wrap his arms around her.

the two of them holding each other close and swaying to the music as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. it made your heart heavy knowing how badly you both craved and desired the love that they so openly shared with the world.

“hey, i have a question..." jj declares after the six of you had found somewhere quiet to hunker down away from the general vicinity of the party, and with a joint in his hand, he moves to lay his head in your lap as he gazes up at the night sky.

“what now?” kie rolls her eyes, waiting to hear what high-induced thoughts the blond had conjured up

“if oranges are called… oranges, why aren't lemons called… yellows?" silence fell over you all as you tried to hold back your laughter,swapping confused looks, only to eventually give in.

“okay. i think you've had enough of that for tonight,” pope grabs the joint from jj’s hand, despite his protests, and takes a puff for himself before passing it to john b.

“agreed. i think i’m getting a contact high just from being near you,” you laugh softly.

he lets out a small gasp, clutching at his chest as though he were wounded, “you should be grateful.”

“yeah, okay, j,” you shake your head, laughing, and ruffle his hair before turning to the others to ask, “hey, does anyone have the time?”

pope’s the first to check his watch, “almost midnight.”

“shit…” you groan quietly and throw your head to the side, sinking into sarah’s shoulder for a moment, “i’ve gotta go. are we still meeting before the dinner tomorrow?”

“yeah, of course.” sarah nods, knowing that the question was intended for her and kie.

picking yourself up and dusting the sand off your shorts, you swing your bag over your shoulder and wave goodbye to your friends. they blow you kisses as you start to walk away, shouting out a jumbled mess of their own goodbyes, but nothing was more distinct than jj's "see ya tomorrow, bubba!"

making your way through the remainder of the party, a group of kooks pass you by, each of them narrowing their eyes and one even blatantly whispering about you. your family’s history wasn’t uncommon knowledge on the island, and so, unlike the pogues, a lot of the kooks didn’t want to be seen hanging out with a ‘half-breed’, as they would sometimes call you.

like kie, your parents came from two different worlds, but unfortunately for them, they didn’t have quite the happy ending that the carrera’s did. so now you live with your mom and her new husband with all the other figure eight trust fund babies, but you weren’t really one of them — you never would be.

“y/n!” a voice calls your name, and you turn just in time to see topper wrap his arm around your shoulders. the strong scent of alcohol consuming your senses, and you sway off-balance from the impact of his weight.

“hey, top,” you pat his chest affably.

“hey, we’re friends, right?” he smiles drunkenly this time, and a slight hum leaves his lips.

you knew the question was of good nature, and you didn’t dislike topper, but he wasn’t exactly your favourite person either. so, not wanting to hurt his feelings while he clearly wasn’t all there, you decide to indulge him a little, “of course we are, buddy.”

“it’s just… i know you hang out with the pogues, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends? i’ve always been nice to you, and i know kelce thinks you’re cool, but rafe, he’s a tough one. he really hates pogues, and you’re like choosing to be-”

“topper, let’s go, man!” kelce shouts as he makes his way over to you, and a few steps behind him staggered along rafe cameron, “some of us are going back to mine.”

seemingly frustrated, kelce tries to get his friend to leave while rafe appears far more interested in the cup between his lips. when he does eventually look up at topper, his eyes fall on you under his friend’s arm for a moment before he runs a hand across his forehead and looks away as though he hadn’t paid you any attention at all.

“maybe you should get him a leash?” the suggestion falls from your lips, and from behind the cup in his hand, you swore you saw rafe smirk. though, it’s gone faster than it had appeared.

kelce lets out a soft chuckle, “don’t tempt me.”

“hey, y/n, why don’t you come with us?” topper turns to you with more enthusiasm than you could handle on a good day. like a golden retriever that was just given his favourite ball.

“as tempting as that sounds... i will have to pass.” removing his arm, you push him towards kelce, who reluctantly catches him.

“why not? it’ll be fun, and kelce and rafe will be there!”

“actually, i’ve, uh, i’ve got somewhere to be,” rafe discloses, taking the last sip of his drink before throwing the empty cup into the trash pile and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “so, i’m going to have to skip on tonight too.”

not wanting to stick around for the conversation about to be had, which would mostly consist of topper whining for rafe to go with them, you take your leave from the trio, “alright. well, i’m going to go. you boys have fun.” and as you pass through them, your arm accidentally brushes against rafe.

you don't think much of it, but the small graze seemed to have attracted his attention, because when you look back, his eyes are already watching you walk away.

the air was no longer sticky as you walked towards the main road. the temperature had dropped enough to cause an array of bumps on your arms and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket. the coolness nipped at your skin, and you helplessly wrapped your arms around yourself to gather as much warmth as possible.

the street was quiet, other than the distant sound of music from the boneyard and the occasional bark from a neighbourhood dog. the sky was dark with nothing but the stars helping guide you home, which only made it more noticeable when a set of headlights turned into the street. the sound of an engine began to approach you, slowing to meet your side before eventually coming to a stop.

“y'know, it’s at least an hour walk back to figure eight, right?” the driver points out, and an undeniable smirk tugs at the corner of your lips before you turn to see rafe leaning his head out the open window.

“really?” you retort, cocking your head to the side. “... what took you so long then?”

rafe licks his lips to try and downplay the smile on his face as you near the car, his eyes trailing up and down your body, "well, you know how it is?"

"topper wouldn't shut up," you say in unison, scrunching up your face as you nod.

"i guess that means i'll just have to make it up to you," he looks you up and down once more, his eyes lingering on the skin surrounding your chest and noting how the smallest cherubs of your nipples were poking through your bikini top.

smiling coyly, you sink towards him, pushing a hand to run across the stubbled hair on his head, and press a chaste kiss to his lips, "you better." your words muffle against him.

he hums with approval, a smug look on his face as you pull his bottom lip between yours, giving it a small tug, "you better hurry up and get in then."

you scrunch your nose at him before running around the other side of the car, and it doesn't take long at all for the two of you to reunite with the comforts of rafe's bedroom. the familiar scent of his vanilla lotion, cologne, and a hint of tobacco filling your senses the second he opens the door, and what was once a relevantly clean floor was now being littered with discarded clothing.

his fingers were gentle as they danced across your skin, loosening the knot in the back of your bikini with ease, before hoisting you up around his waist and leading you to his bed where he places you down atop his cotton sheets. his fingers make haste to remove the last pieces of your clothing as he peppers sweet kisses along your jawline, down to your neck.

rafe's kisses were reverent, his touch worshipping, as he slowly revealed every last piece of you. like a precious gift being unwrapped for all to see, but only rafe got the pleasure of doing so.

his breath is hot as he traipses his kisses further down your chest, and his lips soft as he presses them perfectly around the nubs of your breasts. flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin and erupting a whirlwind of rampant butterflies in your stomach.

"god, look at you," he mumbles, a hand now rolling down your waist, your thigh, stopping just shy of where you needed him the most. you needed to feel him, needed him to touch you, and he knew it. he could tell by the way your hips were ever so slightly bucking up to try and reach his hand. "so needy, baby."

smirking, he slowly glides his fingers over your clit and then begins working small torturous circles over it. your chest starts to rise and fall, the breathe being pulled from your lungs, and rafe pushes the side of his other hand into your mouth to help muffle your moans.

it's then that he presses two fingers inside you, letting his thumb continue to work you as he slowly pumps them in and out. your hips jut up, the pleasure working it's way through you until you couldn't bare it much longer. then it stops.

"rafe..." you whine, panting.

"what? you really think i'm going to waste the chance to have you cum around me?" he meets your face, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking your juices off of them, "not when you taste this sweet."

then, without warning, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. letting nothing else stand between you both, he takes your mouth in a heated kiss. his tongue teasing you skilfully until you're left breathless. you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it only made you want him more.

with one hand gripping at your thigh, he uses the other to give himself a few pumps before swiping along your slit to gather your wetness. you jolt as the tip of his cock touches your clit, which he can't help but snicker at, and he slowly starts to push himself in.

rafe was big, there was no denying that, and you would have to bury your head in his shoulder from time to time to stop yourself from crying out as you sink down on him. you could feel him everywhere, and while you didn't have anything to compare it to, you had never felt so full in your life than when rafe was inside you.

it takes a moment to adjust but once he starts moving, all the pressure that had built up quickly turns into pleasure. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him as close to you as you possibly could, your chests moving together as one as he maintains his rhythm. you try to kiss him, but he feels too good inside that all you can do is let out breathy moans.

his thumb moves down to work your clit once more, adding to the pleasure tightening and compressing within your stomach. waves of ecstasy taking over your body as you succumb to your high while rafe tries his best not to cum in you.

you press your head against him as your orgasm rolls through your body, your walls clenching around him and daring to push him over the edge, "fuck, i love watching you cum."

you notice the way his pupils had dilated as he stares up at you now, and you press your lips to his as you slowly lift yourself off of him, immediately feeling empty inside.

"told you i'd make it up to you," he stretches his neck as he leans back to rest on his elbows, closing his eyes long enough for you to work your way down to his waist and take him in your mouth.

he was still so hard, and creamy from being inside you, that the second your lips came in contact, his head lulled back with a sigh. he was already so close to the edge that it didn't take long for him to blow his load in your mouth. and you didn’t waste a drop.

after recollecting yourself, rafe throws you one of his t-shirts to put on and you make yourself comfortable against the headboard of his bed. he, however, instinctively moves to rest his head in your lap, and your fingers idly run circles on his head.

whenever you were with rafe, it felt like all of your problems simply washed away. he made you feel things you never had before. he made you feel alive. and while you loved spending as much time with him as possible, there was always a bittersweet feeling gnawing at you, reminding you that none of this was real, because your time together always had to come to an end.

it was always easier to just rip off the band aid rather than to let it fester until it consumed your every thought.

"you okay?" rafe asks, taking notice of how quiet and spacey you were being. you nod, not wanting to turn this into anything. "you can tell me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand this time.

it was the small gestures like that that made it all the more difficult to keep sneaking around with him. you knew you could never tell him how you were really feeling but the longer you had to lie to your friends or hide away like he was ashamed to be seen with you, the more you wondered if this was how things would always be with him.

he had told you from the start that he had too much going on to be able to commit to anything or make promises he knew he couldn't keep, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. and no matter how many times he tried to reassure you that this wasn't just sex for him, he would always follow up with the fact that he couldn't let himself get carried away. not when ward was watching his every move.

“it’s fine, really,” leaning down, you press another kiss to his lips and then to his nose, “i promise.”

reluctant to believe you, he eventually nods before moving into your touch and nuzzling his face into yours as he kisses you once more. his hands move to guide you as your breath becomes ragged, and just as you’re about to get lost in him once more, you pull away, knowing that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.

between breaths, you whisper, “it’s late. i should get going.”

rafe throws his head back into his pillow, heaving a sigh, and where you expected him to agree or even help you gather your clothes from where you had left them all over his floor, he instead stops you. his eyes flutter for a second, and his jaw tenses the way it did whenever he was fighting the thoughts in his head, trying to flush them out, and with a soft voice, he says, “… stay.”

an inaudible gasp leaves you as you contemplate whether or not you had heard him correctly and when you don’t answer, he pulls you back to the bed, "stay... please."

rafe had never asked you to stay before or vis versa, the night always ended with one of you sneaking home, and while you were ecstatic over the revelations, you were also sceptical as to what had changed his mind all of a sudden. he doesn't say anything else, just pulls you back between the sheets and wraps his arm firmly around your waist.

you hadn't given him an answer, but you knew you weren't going to say 'no', who knew if he would ever ask you to stay again. instead, you let yourself melt into his warmth where you remained until the sun began to rise.

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realmsdelght · 11 months

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Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince; Rafe Cameron

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: your friends hate Rafe, but Miss Americana will always defend her Heartbreak Prince

Warning: language, alcohol, and mention of drugs

Word count: 2,2k

Kildare Island was small, everyone knew everyone, and every person had an opinion about every person on the island.

Rafe Cameron had a reputation. Bad boy, spoiled, unhinged, psycho, every bad adjective in the book was used for him. And yet he was a magnet, not just from girls, but from people in general. But no one ever thought he would find love, people thought he would marry a ‘hot’ gold digger who he would cheat on and take his anger on.

Sunshine, as everyone called the girl, was the light of the island, a kook with a heart of gold. Friends with Sarah Cameron and Kiara Carrera, she loved a good party and drinks, but she still woke up early the next day to volunteer with Kie. She was one of the few people who everyone liked on the island.

So when Sunshine and Rafe Cameron showed up together at Midsummers, his arm around her waist, people were shocked. The day after the event gossip spread like wildfire, everyone was talking about the new couple and wondering how that happened. Even months after dating, most people still couldn't believe Rafe was able to get with someone like that.

“Baby!” The girl’s voice rang through the house.

“Coming!” He sang to her.

The girl turned around when she heard footsteps, waiting for her man. She gave him her best smile as she watched him walk into the room with a bucket of popcorn in his hand. Rafe sat down, placing the popcorn in his girl’s lap.

“Thank you,” she gave him a peck on the lips before turning back to the TV. The couple was not even 30 minutes into their movie when the girl threw the empty bucket to the side and jumped on her boyfriend’s lap.

“Oh wow,” the boy’s hands immediately went to her ass.

“So… I was thinking. Maybe going to a party on a Friday night is not a bad idea,” she said as she tried to read her boyfriend’s reaction.

“My party girl is bored already?” He joked.

She rolled her eyes before giving him another kiss, “I’m not bored, I just wanna dance.”

“Then let's go princess,” he said, getting up and carrying his girl to his room.

They knew what would happen when they decided to go out. Every Time they went out there was something. Both of them got a lot of attention, both good and bad, which often led to arguments and fights. Sunshine’s friends hated Rafe, which they always made known. And the Cameron boy loved trouble, she thrived in fights, and he would get in fights if his girlfriend’s name was mentioned in a conversation. Yet here they were, Rafe sat on the couch watching as Sunshine danced with some of her friends.

“Rafe, man. I didn’t think I would see you here today,” a guy he didn’t know sat down beside him and Kelce.

“I thought you were on a leash,” some other guy joked.

Kelce looked at his friend, hoping he was sober enough to take it as a joke. “None of your fucking business, man,” he made sure it came out rougher than his drunk self meant it, but he didn’t want some random guy talking about his girl.

“Wait, I thought you said you were staying in and watching movies,” Kelce turned to him, ignoring the boys around them.

“Sunshine wanted to dance, so here we are,” he smiled at his friend.

Kelce smiled at the Cameron boy. He would never tell his friend, but he was happy for him, no one had ever seen Rafe Cameron so happy, and he thought it was a nice look on his friend.

Sunshine loved a good movie night, but this party was what she needed at the moment. There was nothing better than to dance with her friends, and hopefully drink until her boyfriend had to carry her home. She was lost in her own world, dancing with Kie behind her, until someone got her out of her zone. “Babes, can you tell your psycho boyfriend to stop staring,” her friend Olivia asked, making her take a deep breath.

Olivia and her friends from highschool were a difficult story. She loved them to death, but they despised Rafe, and they were always on her ass about it, to the point where even Sunshine couldn’t be around them most times.

“Chill, he is just admiring his beautiful girlfriend,” a drunk Kie said.

Olivia scoffed, making Sunshine turn towards her, “he isn't doing anything. He’s just looking at me,” she tried to defuse the situation.

“It’s never anything with him until he’s punching someone in the face,” she rolled her eyes.

“Can we not?” She was over the argument, “I came here to have fun with my friends, not to argue.”

“With that said, let’s go get a drink,” Kie broke the group up, pulling her away. The two walked towards Pope and JJ, who were near the keg.

“Excuse me,” Sunshine took a bottle from Pope’s hand, taking a big swig from it.

“You know,” Kie took a sip from JJ’s cup, “ I never thought I would find someone that hated Rafe more than we do,” she pointed out.

The girl sighed loudly, “I honestly don’t understand. I know Rafe is an asshole, but he hasn’t done everything to them. Honestly, I have never been happier, and I just don’t understand why they can’t be happy for me,” Pope threw his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“If it makes you feel better, we hate his guts but we are really happy for you,” JJ smirked at her.

“Thanks, J,” she smiled at him.

Sunshine never hung out with the pogues before, not because she had anything against them, she was even friends with Kie during school, but they just never ran in the same circles. But that changed once Sarah started going out with John B, and Sunshine had to say she was glad. After she started dating Rafe, the pogues were there for her, while her own friends ignored her.

The group decided to ignore any animosities and have fun. They danced, drank, and even played some beer pong, and at some point, even Sunshine’s friends joined them.

Rafe loved seeing his Sunshine like this, so happy he thought she was glowing, and he thought the only way she could look better was with his arms around her.

“I will be back,” he told Kielce, who nodded and handed him another beer.

In Rafe’s mind, there was no one else in the room, just her. His Sunshine lit the whole room, he was attracted to her like a moth to a flame. Kie made a funny face at her, which he knew could only mean one thing. She felt strong arms wrap around her, and she knew. Aside from Kie’s face, those arms, the cologne, everything about that person was familiar.

“Hi babygirl,” he whispered.

“Hi baby,” she melted in his arms.

“You having fun?” He asked.

“We were before you came here,” Kie smiled, giving him the finger. Whether it was more joking than serious, the couple wasn’t sure, but they didn’t care.

“Is this for me?” Sunshine asked when she noticed the two beer cans in her boy’s hand.

“Just this one,” he opened the can and handed it to her, “don’t want you to get more drunk,” he joked.

“Hey!” She turned around to face him, “not drunk, just tipsy,” she winked at him, taking a sip of her beer.

“I know baby,” he gave her a quick kiss.

It was weird for the pogues to see Rafe like this, so happy and calm, but they were sure happy for Sunshine, and also for the rest of the island that didn't have to deal with Rafe’s unhinged wrath.

“Giving her another drink, really?” Someone mumbled behind them, and Sunshine knew exactly who that was.

The girl could feel how tense his arms had gotten around her, but the two of them turned around slowly.

��Don’t start please,” Sunshine pleaded.

“I’m not starting anything. I just don’t think you should be drinking anymore, and it’s not responsible of your boyfriend to be giving you more alcohol,” Olivia said.

Before his girl could say anything Rafe’s fighter spirit got the best of him, “and I think my girl is an adult and can have as many drinks as she wants.”

“Of course you want her drunk,” one of the girls said, causing the people around to gasp.

Sunshine got out of her boyfriend’s arms and walked closer to Olivia and her friends, “don’t you talk about him like that ever again,” she pointed at the girl.

“That’s what I’m talking about, he changed you,” Olivia pointed out.

“No, he hasn’t,” Sunshine drunkenly shouted. Her reaction surprised everyone. No one had ever seen Sunshine raise her voice to anyone, let alone shouting at someone.

“Yes, you have!” She shouted back, “since you started dating him you have barely hung out with us anymore.”

“That’s because all you do is shit on my boyfriend,” Sunshine said.

“Because he doesn’t deserve you!” Olivia screamed, “he is a coke head that likes beating the shit out of people, and uses his daddy’s credit card to buy blow.” It was as if the room stopped, everyone else around them was waiting for the Cameron boy to explode.

Rafe felt the rage boiling from deep inside him, and at that point he was not past punching Olivia. But as much as he hated to admit it, her words hit straight into his insecurities, so differently than what anyone expected, he took a deep breath and walked away, leaving everyone speechless at the party.

When the initial shock was over, Sunshine realized what had just happened and ran towards the door that Rafe had just walked through. Once outside, the girl looked around for her boy, but he was nowhere to be found, it was as if he had just disappeared. She walked closer to where the car was parked, but as soon as she reached the higher level of the street she saw someone’s back, sitting alone in the sand by the house. Sunshine walked towards Rafe, silently sitting down by her boyfriend.

Rafe didn’t bother to look at her and she knew what that meant, “don’t do that.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he shrugged.

“You are doing that face, the face when you get into your own head and start overthinking,” she finally looked at him, but the boy's eyes were still on the ocean.

“She is right,” he looked at her, “Olivia is right. I always thought about it, but I never said it out loud.”

“Baby,” her voice came out shaky, and she reached to hold his hand.

“No, she is right. I’m a trust fund kid who does coke and drinks, and I have no future outside my dad’s company,” he started tearing up.

“Oh Rafey,” she placed her hands on his cheeks, making him look at her. “You remember my boyfriend during senior year, the soccer team captain?”

Rafe was confused as to why she was telling him this, but oh, he did remember that guy, “yeah, that asshole… he used to shit talk us for partying every weekend but he smoked more weed than JJ.”

She giggled, “that one. Everyone always told me how lucky I was, he was a good boy, went to church on holidays, was a mama's boy, all of that. And he was…,” she took a deep breath, “he is a good guy, but after we broke up I realized some things. It didn’t matter how much of a good guy he was, he never really saw me,” Rafe gave her hand a squeeze. “When he went to college I would do anything for him, care packages, I would visit him any time I could but he never put that much effort into it. I know he was busy with classes and all, but he couldn’t even pick up the phone if I called without letting him know beforehand.”

“Asshole,” the Cameron boy muttered.

“All the anxiety I had about intimacy and relationships, I told him about that, I told him about how often I felt like I didn’t deserve him. I knew none of that was his fault or responsibility, but I wanted to feel acknowledged, I wanted him to tell me he would be here for me for whatever I needed. But he just ignored me, hoping I would fix myself on my own.”

“I’m sorry baby,” Rafe said.

“My point is, he was perfect in the conventional way, but Rafe,” she looked into his eyes, “you saw me, all of me, flaws and all. You helped me through my anxieties, and you showed me what love really is. You make me feel so loved, I don’t think you understand how much the little things you do mean to me. You deserve all the love in the world, and you are worthy of it. All of it.”

Rafe placed his hand on her cheeks, getting closer so their noses were touching, “remember what I said to you the first time we kissed?”

“It’s you and me,” she giggled.

“That’s my whole world,” he got even closer, lips almost touching.

“And fuck everyone else and their opinion,” she said.

Rafe laughed, “I guess they were right, you are a bad bad girl now,” he kissed her, “but yeah, fuck those assholes.”

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vanillanaps · 9 months

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It Starts With A Text | Rafe Cameron

Summary - Back from college for the weekend and you get a message from your on again off again fling, none other than Rafe Cameron.

A/n - This is my first Rafe fic and Tbh i have idea where i was going with this, but it came to me in my nightly scenario to fall asleep lmao. This is my first time writing smut in forever so be nice pls, thamks. Not proof read :p

Category - Rafe Cameron x Carrera!Reader

Warnings - smut, Rafe is ooc, but still giving fuckboy vibes.

Word Count - 1.9k

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The music played softly throughout your room as you sat at your desk studying. You’re back home, in Outer Banks for the weekend. Finals week is rapidly approaching and you thought coming home to study in the privacy of your own room would help, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Not when you were receiving texts from your sister and her friends every hour, trying to get you to come out with them since you came in Thursday night. It was so bad you had to mute the group chat they created, but that only worked to a certain extent when you lived with one.

A knock echoes through your room, a knock created by you and Kie when the two of you were younger, just to let one another know who it was.

“Yes, Kie?” A small smile appears on your face hearing your door open, knowing exactly what she was about to ask you.

“Are you sureeee you don’t wanna come with us?” Kie questioned hopefully as she hung halfway through your door, “Tonight’s Kegger is supposed to be crazy.”

You snorted at the thought, Outer Banks keggers were nothing compared to the ones you had been to in school, “Nope, I have to get this studying done.”

She groaned coming all the way inside, plopping down on your head, “You’ve been studying since you got here, and the guys haven’t seen you in forever!”

Turning around in your chair, you adored the sight of your little sister laying in your bed with a pout on her face, “I know Kie, but this is important. I promise after finals and I come back home for the summer, I will go to all the keggers you want me to.”

Kie sat up slightly, squinting her eyes, “You swear?”

“Yes, Kiara, I swear.” You chuckled at her face lighting up before she jumped up from your bed.

“Perfect!” She came over to kiss your cheek before making her way out of your room, “Don’t wait up, we’re spending the night at the chateau afterward.”

“Be safe!” You shouted after her as she shut your door. Spinning back around, you huffed as you looked over all the paperwork scattered across your desk, “Back to it.”

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Hours had passed as you sat upside down on your bed, legs up against the wall, holding your thick psychology textbook over your head, praying that it didn’t slip out of your hand and fall onto your face. Truthfully, you were tired of reading and wishing that you went with Kie to that kegger, but you knew that in the end, it’d all be worth it.

Your phone pinging pulled your attention away from your book. Thinking it may have been Kie sending you pictures of her and the guys, you decided a small break wouldn’t hurt. But you were wrong, so wrong. The text wasn’t from your sister, in fact it was from none other than the Kook Prince himself.

Rafe (Don’t Answer): You up? 1:36am

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard while you decided if you wanted to respond or not. There was a reason why you hadn’t told Rafe you were in town this weekend. One, you knew he’d do everything in his power to distract you from studying. Two, the last time you had seen each other it had ended in an argument that neither one of you had yet to apologize for. So, after typing out responses and deleting immediately, you ultimately decided not to respond, figuring it wasn’t worth it—That was until two more messages came through.

Rafe (Don’t Answer): I know you’re up, I saw you typing. 1:48am

Rafe (Don’t Answer): I’m outside 1:48am

“The fuck?” You mumbled to yourself, scrambling out of bed and to your window. Low and behold, Rafe’s Jeep was sitting in your driveway with him leaning against the front of it, looking directly at your window, “Shit, shit, shit.”

You continued to curse under your breath as you put on a hoodie and threw on your closest pair of slides before you quietly made your way down the stairs and out the front door, and down the driveway til you came face to face with Rafe, “You can’t be here, Rafe.”

The little smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know. He had got you exactly where he wanted to, outside and in his trap. You fell for it every single time, “I didn’t know you were in town this weekend.”

“I know.” You shrugged, purposely being dry. You thought if you showed no interest in his games, he’d leave but unfortunately for you, Rafe knew you like the back of his hands. He pushed up from the hood of his Jeep, turning his hat backwards as he walked over to the passenger side to open the door, nodding for you to get in, “No Rafe, I came home to study this weekend, not anything else.”

“I just wanna talk, Y/n.” He pleaded, putting his hands up, “I swear, no funny business.”

Before your brain could even tell your legs no, they started moving towards him. Rolling your eyes as that smirk appeared back on his face while you slipped into his car, “Stop looking at me like that and get in before I change my mind.”

“Yes ma’am,” Rafe obeyed your orders, closing the door and making his way to the driver's side, getting in besides you, “How’s college?”

“Really? Small talk?” You scoffed. You knew what he really wanted to ask, but of course that would cause him to reveal any real feelings he had towards you, “I haven’t been with anyone else, Rafe. You know that.”

He nodded, gathering his words, his thoughts, choosing them carefully before the two of you ended up arguing like last time, “I’m sorry. For last time—for what I said.” His eyes looked over you, watching you nod to accept his apology.

“Is that all you came to say? You could’ve texted that.” You said, reverting your eyes from your hands to out the window.

“Yeah well, I wanted to see you.” He shrugged, “Is that a crime?”

“It is if you came here after partying with a bunch of girls at the Kegger.”

Rafe chuckled, knowing that tone in your voice, “I was at the Kegger—but I left as soon as I knew you were in town.” He tried waiting patiently for you to look over at him on your own, but he was growing impatient knowing you were doing it on purpose. So, he reached over, grabbing your chin to turn your face towards his, looking into your eyes, “Those other girls aren’t you..”

Your cheeks flooded with heat. You hated the way Rafe could make you blush. All it took was a look and a few words before you were melting back into his arms, no matter how hard you fought. When it came to Rafe Cameron, there was no holding out.

His eyes flicked between yours and your lips as he slowly started leaning in, “Rafe..” You called softly, closing your eyes as you tried your hardest not to give in.

He stopped, lips inches from yours, “Tell me to stop—Tell me to stop, I’ll leave and never bother you again.”

Your brain yelled at you to tell him to stop, to get out of the car and run back inside where it was safe away from this devil of a man,—but your heart? Your heart failed you.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled, crashing your lips into his. Rafe immediately responded, kissing you back with the most passion you had ever gotten from him, or any other man at that fact.

The kiss grew heated as you were halfway across the center console and Rafe’s hands were grabbing onto any body part of yours in his reach, “Come here,” He mumbled against your lips, pulling you over the console and into his lap. Without breaking the kiss, he reached down, letting his seat slide all the way back giving you as much space as the car would allow.

Moans echoed in the car as the two of you grind against each other. Rafe’s hands slid down your sides and up your hoodie, gripping at the bare skin beneath it. One hand slid across your back and the other inched slowly inside your shorts. He was testing his limits, and when you didn’t stop him, he took his shot. His hand plunged into your shorts, only stopping when it reached its destination, pushing his fingers through your folds, feeling your wetness.

“Rafe,” You moaned into his mouth, pushing back against his hand, letting his fingers rub your clit. His eyes were low and hungry. He bit his lip watching you throw your head back as he rubbed into slow, teasing circles. It only lasted a moment before you grabbed his hand, “I need you, I need you right now.”

“Take these off, now.” He ordered, tugging at your shorts. You lifted up as high as you could, helping him pull them down your leg before you kicked them off, landing back in his lap. Your hands immediately started working on his belt, fumbling with it, finally getting it off, along with unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. The both of you lifted up once more, Rafe shoving his pants and boxers down as much as he could. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of dick, hard, red and leaking, “Come here, baby.”

Settling back into his lap, you reach down grabbing the base of his cock. A deep groan fell from Rafe’s lips as he watched you place yourself at the tip of his dick before sliding down on him.

“Fuuuuck,” You both moaned. Foreheads touching as Rafe wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close til you were chest to chest, “I fucking love this pussy,” He groaned, starting to fuck into you.

When it came to fucking Rafe, you could never think a single thought, let alone form a sentence. The only thing that left your mouth were moans and Rafe’s names as he took your poor pussy to town. You knew this was due to the previous argument, this was a make-up fuck and truthfully, they were your favorite.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there!” You cried, burying your face into his neck. A poor attempt at trying to muffle your moans, but that wouldn’t matter. Not with the way his car was bouncing up and down, squeaking here and there. If your parents were to wake up and look out their windows, you’d be screwed.

Nearly jumping out his lap, you gasped when his fingers touched your clit. His arm tightened around your waist, keeping you where he wanted you, “Don’t run baby, you can take it.” He panted into your ear, fucking you endlessly and attacking your clit all at the same time.

You were so close, that familiar knot forming just at the pit of your stomach, hips starting to buck on their own as you gripped the seat, “Rafe, pleasee.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me,” Rafe muttered, nudging your head so you’d lift your face to his. Immediately, he slammed his lips into yours as he picked up his pace, fucking you until he absolutely couldnt anymore. You tried your best to kiss back, but it wasn’t long before your head flew back, body tensing and your walls squeezing Rafe as you finally reached your peak and fell from it, “Fuuuck, just like that.” Rafe’s groans quickly turned into moans as he came with you, pumping you full of his cum, making sure it was buried deep within your walls.

Goddamnit, you were screwed.

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rafecameronsslutt · 5 months

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Toxic Possessive! Rafe x Carrera Fem! Reader

↳⇁ You Can't Seem To Escape Toxic a Relationship, With Rafe.

Warnings! Rafe being Aggressive and Possessive Reader wanting to Leave.

You Were Finally able to do good for yourself. Without Rafe knowing You Only Wanted a peaceful life without the constant Thought of Rafe arguing with you over some stupid shit. You hated when he took control of your own life, as in: what you could wear, Where you could go. or who you could talk to you.

Rafe Even hated your friends which were. Pouge's Except for one and that was your sister Kiara Carrera she tried numerus times to help you leave Rafe but what ever you tried to do always failed miserable being caught and trapped in his arms once again for the last time.

You Loved Rafe, But his ways made you want to hide and run away forever but the consequences of that sudden action would cost you maybe even your life if you weren't careful enough the constant bickering of Rafe telling you if you ever try to leave him he would hunt you down if he has to caused you to be slightly afraid and began to overthink a little bit.

but he could be just saying that to make you stay Right? or so you thought. You were hanging out with Kie and Sarah at your place your parents were home they wouldn't be back until summer break was over they left a spear key just in case you and Kie needed anything or for Emergencies.

''were are they boys?' you asked Kie You haven't seen JJ, Pope or John B since earlier today they were out getting snacks and drinks to celebrate summer break with each other while waiting you and the girls decided to take some funny pictures with each other.

'' omg you should def post that!'' Sarah said in an excited Tone. Even when You were dating her brother you didn't really mind Hanging with Sarah she was anything like her brother Rafe it was like you could tell her any and everything.

''I'll be right back guys I'm going to go use the bathroom'' they nodded understanding You took your phone with you just in case mom and dad had called you. You soon felt the vibration of your phone. it was Rafe calling you. with slight hesitation you answered putting the phone on speaker.

"hey baby what's Up?'' you asked as you pretended to fix your hair in the mirror Rafe only started at you with a smirk attached to his face.

''Nothing much, What are you doing?'' You shrugged mentioning how you were hanging out with Sarah and your sister. right along with the others would swing by.

you would see the way you mentioned. Pope, JJ and john B coming over Rafe Didn't like that you would always hang around them he came quite Possessive when you were around them not caring if they were your friends or not.

''Y/n you know I don't like when their around you I want you to come stay with me tonight'' You rolled your eyes this was the night you had free time away from Rafe and you of course wasn't going to let him spoil it nor ruin it for you.

''Rafe no tonight is special and I can't just up and leave them'' Hoping he would at least give in you had pleaded.

''Y/n Don't start with your fucking stubbornness okay do as I asked you to'' his voice stern and deep with command.

"No Rafe I'll Call You when I'm done and then come over right now I wanna enjoy my time with my friends'' With that you didn't give him enough time to respond once you clicked the red button hanging up in his face which you wouldn't suspect would be a problem later on.

once you made it back to the living room you saw that they had started without you.

''there she is our favorite kook'' JJ yelled you gave him a unsatisfactory look of unprovable.

"eww Shut up JJ I rather be with the Pouge's because I Love you guys so much'' Sarah awed as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"says the one dating a kook aka being Sarah's brother'' Pope says smartly causing you to roll your eyes at him directly.

''shut up at least I'm still not a fucking virgin'' JJ and John B snickered trying to hold back a laugh which they failed at.

"okay that's fair'' pope pouted feeling defeated which he was.

A couple of hours had passed, and you couldn't fight the feeling of Rafe Being angry at you You had goosebumps maybe he wouldn't be too made right?

You Knew Rafe hated when you would also disobey him but you couldn't help but wanting to be with your friends and enjoying the laughter of each other it made you feel good inside.

''you guys we should play truth or dare'' Sarah mentioned and suggested you nodded in agreement and amusement. JJ lifted his eyebrows In a questioning manner.

"I'll play only if it's spicy'' John B added Kie simply rolled her eyes but agreed to play anyways because she was only bored.

''I'll go first truth or dare JJ?'' Sarah asked JJ thought for a moment before going a simple Truth.

''alright is it true that you and Kie got down and dirty in Y/n's room'' JJ and Kie both Looked at each other before turning there gaze towards you you looked at both of them disgusted.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING'' you yelled.

" i promise it was just on the floor and plus my room was flooded and mom and dad were in the house and your room is soundproof'' Kie says.

"says the kook who fucked her boyfriend in the back yard of John B's house'' you flicked JJ off.

"okay Pope Truth or dare'' Pope right away chose dare in his own Amusement because he wasn't a pussy like anyone else or so he would say.

''I dare you to make out with Y/n'' you and pope gasped you were really close friends but you never imagined kissing him before and the same with pope to you. but it was only a dare no feelings attached what so ever.

''are you sure you want to?'' Pope asked wanting your full consent before caring on with the stupid dare. you nodded only wanting to get this over with, Pope scoots closer towards you before grabbing the side of your face attaching his lips with yours.

''THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!'' the sudden sound of your boyfriends deep booming voice echoed causing you to jump and pull away from pope with a harsh shove. you felt the harsh tug of rafe yanking you up dragging you outside to his truck.

"ow Rafe the hell Let me Go!'' you yelled he slams your back against his truck causing you to wince out in pain.

''YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT YOU KNOW THAT, FIRST YOU WANNA HANG UP ON ME TWO DISOBEY ME AND THREE KISS THAT LOW DOWN FUCKING POUGE YOUR THAT FUCKING DICK HUNGRY HUH? Rafe grabs your face squeezing tightly you clawed at his hand as tears peaked from your eyes.

"Rafe Let me Go Your Hurting me!'' You Yelled Out. Rafe didn't even think twice as he continued to yell in your face.

''WHEN WE GET HOME YOUR FUCKING OVER DO YOU UNDERSTANND ME THIS WILL BE THE FINALE TIME YOU FUCKING FUCK ME OVER!' Rafe then opens the truck door roughly shoving you inside. without even saying anything to your sister or your friends guess you would have to text kie later. because Rafe wasn't gonna let you out of his sight.

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moremaybank · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!

POGUE PRINCESS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader

summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj

jj masterlist

little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.

you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.

this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.

for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.

you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.

all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.

completely and utterly head over heels for you.

"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.

"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."

your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.

"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.

"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."

"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."

jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.

"worth it."

he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.

oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.

he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.

he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.

"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"

jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.

"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."

you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.

jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"

"i don't believe you."

once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.

"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.

"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."

you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.

and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.

jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.

come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.

"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."

you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.

"rafe."

"how have you been?"

"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.

"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."

you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."

"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."

rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.

"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.

"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"

"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."

"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.

"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"

your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.

jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.

"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"

you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.

"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.

jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"

"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.

"what do you mean?" jj questioned.

you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"

"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"

"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"

"i was trying to protect you!"

"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."

jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."

"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"

"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"

okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.

awkward.

"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.

jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.

"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"

you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.

you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.

you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.

you hesitated to pull away, but you did.

"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"

jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."

you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.

"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.

your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.

his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.

"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."

he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.

once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.

"this all for me?"

you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."

"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.

his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.

"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.

jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."

"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.

"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."

you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.

"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.

you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.

"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"

"there's nothing i want more."

jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.

he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.

"you ready for me, princess?"

you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.

"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.

"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.

he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.

you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.

"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.

the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.

there was no one like jj.

"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."

he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.

you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.

"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.

he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.

your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.

"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.

"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.

"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.

jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."

you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.

you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"your sister's gonna kill me."

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simpforboys · 1 year

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just thinking about you

jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

summary: seeing your ex happy with someone else doesn’t feel great, but when you’ve both moved on, you come to terms.

warnings: angst, lovers to acquaintances, they still love each other, swearing, right person wrong time trope

i think this is the prettiest piece i’ve ever written, so lmk what you think!

based on little freak by harry styles

the guilty feeling that resided deep in your stomach as you changed into a sundress was something you couldn’t shake.

the dress was navy blue as you wore a gold necklace, strapped sandals on your feet as you slipped on your bracelets.

mr and mrs carrera had invited you and your family to celebrate the anniversary of the wreck.

a nice boy named hunter had asked if you wanted to go with him, and you reluctantly accepted.

he was tall, brunette, with a big nose, so surely you were attracted to him, right?

but then why did you feel underlying guilt?

you hadn’t seen sarah, kiara, or any of the pogues in awhile. so when you walked into the party on hunter’s arm, sarah and kiara quickly ran over to you.

“i missed you so much.” they whispered in your ear, hugging you tightly.

“you need to tell me everything. where did you guys go? i thought you died.” you joked.

kiara’s eyes left you and looked at hunter. the man licked his lips nervously, taking his arm out of yours.

“i’ll be over there.” hunter dismissed himself to where topper was.

“why are you here with him?” kiara asked, disgust written on her face.

“he asked me,” you shrugged.

“jj isn’t going to like that.” sarah raised her eyebrows.

“jj and i are broken up. we have been for awhile.” your voice was laced with sadness as you grabbed a shot from a caterer.

sarah and kiara shared a look.

“now, you two better get talking.”

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as the night went on you found yourself trying to avoid hunter, much like how sarah was avoiding topper.

“i shouldn’t have came here with him-“

you were cut off by kie kicking your shin. you turned around to see hunter approaching, his green eyes glowing in the lantern light.

“wanna dance?” he asked.

you bit the inside of your cheek, already on your fourth shot. you nodded, taking his hand as you felt sarah and kiara’s eyes on you.

“she’s so fucked,” kiara whispered to sarah.

you put your arms around hunter’s waist, closing your eyes as you leaned against his shoulder.

he smelt like louis vutton cologne, much different from jj’s infinity cologne he swiped from a store.

hunter’s hands were placed on your hips, the skin softer than jj’s calloused ones.

and as you swayed with hunter, your mind played dangerous tricks as you imagined it was jj with you. a tear trickled down your cheek.

a relationship that was taken too fast by stupid teenagers trapped in a world of danger, they missed the little things.

the little things that induced happiness instead of sorrow, gave life to death, light to dark.

you were always so bright, seeing the good in things that were pure evil to jj. your delicate view on things made him change perspective, and it was one of the things he loved about you.

and jj’s world went dark as he saw you leaning on hunter. his heart shattered in his chest, but in true jj fashion, he tried to push it aside and focus on the mission.

you were so trapped in your imagination, you didn’t notice john b had shown up to the party until you felt hunter pull you aside quickly.

“no hard feelings, bro.” you saw topper say to the man who tried to leave.

your gaze narrowed as john b turned around, punching topper in the nose. the cracking noise that was heard made chills run down your body as topper laid out cold on the wooden floor.

hunter went to pull john b off of topper, but jj was quick to push hunter back.

“don’t touch him!” he shouted, anger coursing in his veins. first, hunter had touched you, jj’s world. then, he touched his best friend. it took everything in him not to beat the man’s face in.

“get out!” mike shouted.

jj shrugged mike off as he grabbed john b from topper, your heart pounding in your chest.

the next second happened too quick as jj turned around, punching hunter in the jaw.

you gasped, hand over your mouth as jj looked at you. your normal glowing self was dim, eyes glazed with tears. all jj wanted to do was run over and scoop you up and promise you everything would be alright, but he couldn’t.

jj and john b walked on the dock as you ran over to where sarah was, tears pouring from her eyes as john b stared back at her.

you hadn’t noticed your lip trembling until a tear dropped off your cheek and onto your chest.

and jj never stopped looking at you until the boat left the dock and you became out of sight.

the devastated look on your face burned into his memory, connecting with the one he left you with the night he broke up with you.

the look he thought about every day, never wanting to see you so broken ever again. and maybe that’s why jj left, because he knew he would only break you until you were left shattered like him.

he didn't want you to waste your life on him, a pogue with nothing, while you had everything. he just never realized that your everything was him, and you never knew until you were left with the mere memory of his touch, thoughts, and self.

jj wiped away the tears from his eyes as he clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning purple as he observed the color.

“what the fuck are we doing with our lives, john b?”

and as you stood on the dock under the moonlight, the guilt you had felt all night finally coming to light, you stared out into the water. you stood where the they had tied their boat, ready to leave out on another great adventure.

the realization that at the end of the day, you didn't belong to him anymore, and he was off seeing the world on a quest that left you stuck on kildare.

all you could do was think of him, the legacy he had on your life, and hope that one day, he'll come back to you.

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buckyseddie · 9 months

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made for each other

pairings — jj maybank x fem!kook!reader, featuring bff!kiara carrera x bff!fem!kook!reader and bff!sarah cameron x bff!fem!kook!reader

summary — in which, they don't like each other until they learn about each other's trauma and they become something else entirely.

word count — 3.9k words.

warnings — enemies to friends to lovers trope, kie and sarah are her best friends, use of pet-names [sweetheart, baby], bickering, angst, fluff, reader is a kook but she lives at kie's house with her, reader isn't in her parents life but jj doesn't know this, reader is really nice and genuine, jj's really mean in this sorry, abusive parents, jj calls reader a bitch, love confession from jj, both of them being in denial of their feelings, john b is the leader of their relationship, reader has self-image and self-confidence issues, reader calls jj by his last name a few times, cuddles, forehead kisses, the reader kisses jj but it's like a peck, everyone's super supportive, small mentions of mental health.

notes — hey guys!! i'm rewatching obx, so i decided to write out one of the jj requests i got, so here it is. quick thing, i know it was requested that the reader is a pogue, but i changed her to be a kook so that it works with the storyline i'm writing for this fic! also, i know it was requested that none of the pogues like the reader, but i changed that a little. i hope this is okay because i felt that it would make more sense. i hope you enjoy it and sorry about the minor changes! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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SOMETIMES, SHE REALLY HATED HIM.

like right now.

she didn't know what she did to make him hate her so much.

[y/n] is probably one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet — despite everything she's been through.

and [y/n] has done nothing to him — she's been so genuinely sweet to him the entire time, ever since they met.

but, since they've met, jj has only been cruel to her.

she'd been hanging out with the pogues, like she always has.

although, today was the first time that jj was around — anytime she was around, jj would make up an excuse to not hang out with his friends.

but, this time, john b was forcing him to hang out with her around.

john b didn't say a word about having to be nice, though.

and the second [y/n] said something that he could make a comment about, he did.

and boy, did it do more than hurt her feelings.

he made some messed up comment about her using kiara, for staying at her house.

[y/n] scoffs with tears in her eyes, before she stands up to walk away.

"wait, [y/n]!" kiara calls before she can leave.

she shakes her head. "no, i'm not fucking taking this shit anymore. i've tried to be nice, even though he's an ass every damn time," she says angrily, motioning to jj, who's shrugging and smirking. "i'm done trying to prove myself to him."

and with that, she walks off.

she refuses to let him see her reaction to his comment, so she hurries to grab her stuff from the house, before she gets into her car and starts it and gets the hell out of there.

once she's gone, everyone turns to jj.

"what?" jj asks in defense, rolling his eyes at the frustrated look in kiara's eyes.

"why in the hell did you do that?!" she exclaims, walking over to him and smacking him on the head.

jj doesn't say anything, he just shrugs.

sarah scoffs. "you know, if you really knew her and what she's been through, you wouldn't hate her so much."

"so? she's a kook!" jj yells, raising his hands up in the air.

john b rolls his eyes. "yeah, and so is kie and sarah! but, they're nothing like those other asshole supremacists."

jj just shakes his head, refusing to accept that she's different, or to feel bad for being such a jerk.

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IT'S BEEN A FEW WEEKS, since the situation with jj.

and [y/n] hasn't spoken to anyone since.

although, one part of the reason why she wasn't hanging out with anyone wasn't just because of the fact that she was angry at jj — it was also because of her parents.

[y/n] was running low on a lot of things she needed.

and she already felt bad enough as it is, for borrowing some of kiara's things — she offered anything she needed without any hesitation.

so, she really had no choice.

it would be easy — kiara's parents were out and kiara herself was out with the pogues, and she'd only be there for a few minutes.

and of course she wasn't going to walk through the front door — that'd be stupid.

there's a built in ladder on the side of the house near her window.

so, when she got there — she walked, to not bring attention to herself — she sneaked over to said-ladder and quietly climbed up the ladder.

when she was near her window, she leaned against the ladder and tried with all of her might to quietly open her window.

when she did, she clumsily climbed inside, accidentally falling loudly onto the floor.

there wasn't enough time to gather her stuff and get out of there before her parents could find her.

panic filled her when her door creaked open and in walked in her father.

needless to say, things got really bad after that.

when she got back to the carrera's house, she locked herself inside the guest room — where she's been sleeping in.

she's currently leaning her back against the room's door, panicking with her hands shaking, while she tries to figure out how she's going to hide this.

the worst part is that she couldn't even get more stuff — she had to get out of there before anything else happened.

but, a loud knock and some yells at the front door shakes her out of her scared and stressed daze.

after realizing that no one else is home to answer, [y/n] shakily rushes over to the door, anxiety filling her.

"come on! open up!"

that voice makes her even more anxious — it's jj.

after [y/n] started ignoring everyone, kiara lectured him and told him that he needed to go apologize to her — he didn't dare say no because there's nothing more scary than the carrera girl when she's angry.

knowing that he's not going to stop until she listens, she takes in a deep breath, before she opens the door.

jj is shocked, to say the least, when he sees her face filled with bruises.

"what the fuck? where did you get those?"

[y/n] scoffs. "why? don't tell me you care." she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i may not like you, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless."

[y/n] ignores his words, leaning against the doorway. "why are you even here, jj? did you come back for a fight?" she questions angrily.

"no. kie wanted me to apologize." his voice is small and his eyes are cast to the ground.

"okay?" she says, laughing in frustration. "just tell her you did it and go."

he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away. "why are you being such a bitch?"

she snorts in disbelief. "why am i being one? seriously, jj?"

[y/n] scoffs when he shakes his head in clear confusion. "i've been nice, jj!" she exclaims, shaking her head at him with tears filling her eyes.

she clears her throat and shakes her head, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes to rid them of the tears.

then, she opens her eyes again and takes a deep breath.

"jj... " she trails off, gulping. "i have tried to be nice, okay? i have been nothing but nice. and you've just been cruel to me from the moment we met — every single chance you got."

guilt fills jj — he never really thought about the consequences of his actions.

in the past, jj never cared about the kooks. and he had no problem voicing that. especially spoiled and snotty ones.

but, now? well, it's been extremely hard, trying to tell the difference between the kooks that are just trying to live and can't help who they are and the ones that see themselves as more superior than anyone else.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips. "i'm sorry, okay? i... shouldn't have said those things to you. and especially what i said about you using kie — that was wrong."

"whatever, jj." she mumbles, not looking at him.

she backs away, moving to shut the door in his face. "just go, jj."

"wait!" he calls, stepping forward.

"no, jj. just... tell kie that you apologized and we can lie our asses off, saying that we're good, okay?" she mutters and backs further into the room, before shutting the door.

jj stands on the porch for a straight ten minutes, speechless and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

—————

SHE SPENT DAYS LOCKED INSIDE the guest room.

but eventually, things got too complicated.

despite the fact that jj spends most of his time at the chateau, [y/n] moves out of the carrera's house and to john b's place.

jj was sleeping in the chateau, while [y/n] had just been sleeping on the hammock, outside.

and boy, were things tense and awkward between them.

[y/n] was doing everything she could to avoid jj, and jj was filled with guilt and trying to figure out what to do to fix things.

because despite how much he acted like he hates her, it was a lie.

maybe in the past, he could've lied and said that it was because of her being a kook.

but, that's not true — not anymore.

now, it's clear as day that he hated her because of how he feels about her.

"dude, are you going to talk to her?" john b asks, lightly tapping his leg in order to try to get his attention.

jj and john b had been sitting outside, quietly talking, but jj had been watching the quiet kook the entire time.

john b shakes his shoulder.

"huh? what?" jj asks confusedly, turning to face his best friend.

john b chuckles, rolling his eyes at him. "dude. you can't lie any longer — not to us and not to yourself."

"what are you talking about?" jj knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

"look, the only reason we let this fighting between the two of you go on for as long as it did is because everyone can see it." john b says, shrugging his shoulder.

"what the hell are you even talking about, bro?" jj questions, shoving him.

"the connection, jj! no matter how much you wanna deny it, there's something going on between you two."

"excuse me?" he asks, beginning to stand up.

john b stands up with him and grabs his shoulder.

"look, i'm not trying to, like, gang up on you or anything," he says, before nodding over to [y/n], who's staring numbly at the sun and nature. "but, you gotta be honest with yourself — and with her."

jj follows his nod, noticing the lonely girl sitting on the hammock.

"you've hurt her enough. be better — for her. if you don't want to admit your feelings, that's fine. but, she deserves a genuine apology from you and not that bullshit one you pulled at kie's last week."

jj sighs quietly, but nods.

john b claps him on the shoulder, before backing up towards the door. "just do right by her, alright, buddy?"

[y/n] quickly notices how quiet it is now — she could tell before that the boys were outside from the quiet talking coming from them.

she looks up and notices jj walking over to her.

her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise and anxiety as she quickly turns away, mentally freaking out.

what did he want now? hasn't he done enough?

"hey." he says, sitting down on the opposite side of her on the hammock.

rolling her eyes, she looks up at him and asks, "what do you want, jj?"

a dumbfounded look forms on his face. "w—what do you mean? i don't want anything," he stutters as he awkwardly pats the part of the hammock that's under his hand. "i just wanna lie down on this cool-ass hammock with you."

she scoffs.

"cut the bullshit, jj." she says tightly, her stare going so straight through him from her trying to figure out what he wants.

they share a moment of tense eye contact, until jj finally breaks first.

he sighs, and glances down at his now fidgeting hands. "i... just want to fix all of this tension between us."

jj's gaze stays on his hands, while [y/n] sits and watches him for a straight minute.

"i don't believe you." she says, not daring to look away as he looks back up at her.

something in his eyes startles her — she can't quite place her finger on what it is, but it feels like it could bring her entire world crumbling down.

"it's the truth! i swear." he says in response, his voice almost defensive.

she ignores the pleading tone of his voice and bites her bottom lip, not quite sure to believe him.

"seriously, jj. i... " she trails off, ignoring the tears and trying to push down anything that could expose her real feelings. "i'm sick of this, okay?"

regret fills jj's eyes as he quietly listens, hands still shaking.

"this drama between us? all because of my kook status? i can't deal with it — i refuse to."

she takes a deep breath. "so, let's just call this good. we're good and you don't have to feel bad for me anymore — you can tell the rest of the group that you did what they asked."

something about her words bothers jj.

i mean, sure he's been cruel to her.

but, more than anything, it was to hide and ignore the hidden feelings that were growing and eating away at him.

"no." he says sharply.

[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together in confusion and surprise. "no?"

"no," he confirms and moves to stand up, leaving her by herself on the hammock. "we're not doing this."

she scoffs, moving to stand up too. "what do you mean no? doing what?"

he motions between the both of them. "this. this fucking back and forth of acting like there's nothing wrong."

she rolls her eyes. "jj, seriously—"

he holds up his hand again, and this time, she listens.

with that, she crosses her arms over her chest and waits for him to continue.

jj scoffs. "and it turns out, john b was right."

"what? right about what?" she asks in confusion as she watches him pace.

"jj, seriously," she calls out to him and steps forward, touching one of his shoulders with one of her hands. "what is this about?"

he stops and turns to her and takes a deep breath.

"it's about the fact that you think that i hate you."

she furrows her eyebrows together and drops her hand from his shoulder.

jj takes notice of the removed feeling of her hand on his shoulder.

"but, you do hate me." she states, as if it's the obvious, matter-of-fact answer.

he scoffs, running his hands through his hair roughly. "no, i don't."

"what?" she scoffs, shaking her head at him.

"i don't know what you're trying to say, or what fucked up game you're trying to play right now, but i'm not interested in being a part of it anymore." she mumbles, starting to walk past him.

but, just before she can, he turns and gently grabs her arm and stops her from walking any further away.

"don't go, yet, alright?" he says quietly, waiting for her to turn around.

she holds her breath, staring ahead, but frozen in her place.

"just... let me talk and say this, okay?" he asks, holding his breath in stress.

sighing in defeat, she turns around and stares at him pointedly.

"okay," she says, raising her hands up when he lets go of her arm. "talk then, maybank."

he nods quietly, for a moment, before he decidedly leads her over to the deck.

when they're sat down and he's been silent for too long, she rolls her eyes and says, "you wanna tell me what this is about now?"

"right!" he says in realization as he turns to face her.

"i don't hate you, okay?" he says seriously, causing her to open her mouth to argue.

he holds a hand up. "let me explain first."

with another defeated sigh, [y/n] nods and motions for him to continue.

"john b just helped me realize this, but i... never hated you — i don't think i ever could."

his words shock her, causing her to look up at him with tears in her eyes.

"so... you made me think that you hated me?" she asks in defense, scoffing.

he opens his mouth to explain, but she cuts him off and stands up, "do you have any idea what you've put me through?" she exclaims, laughing in disbelief when he stands up to stop her from continuing.

"i thought that i did something wrong to make you hate me! do you even know how many sleepless and restless nights i stayed up with sarah and kie? how many nights i cried and cried because i didn't know what i did that was so wrong that i deserved how you treated me?!"

jj sighs in defeat, deflating a little bit.

"so? why did you treat me like that?" she questions, too calm, even with the anger she was just displaying — a clear, tell-tale sign that she must be really mad.

jj's breathless. "i didn't realize it until now," he starts, keeping his eyes downcast.

"but... " he looks up at her this time and slowly and cautiously walks over to her.

slowly, he lifts his shaking hands up to her hands and holds them.

[y/n] slowly drags her eyes down to their connected hands.

"jj... " she gulps, before her eyes look back up at his nervous ones.

"i never hated you, [y/n]. it was the opposite."

she takes a deep breath. "you... you can't be possibly saying what i think you are."

he nods quietly.

"i am," he confirms, walking even closer to her, until there's not that much space between them anymore. "i tried to bury my feelings — i wanted to convince everyone and myself that what i felt for you was just blind hatred."

"but, that's not true."

tears fill her eyes and she shakes her head, not wanting to believe it for even a second.

"no," she shakes her head even more. "no, no, no." she mutters, backing away and pulling her hands out of and away from his.

the tears fall to her cheeks. "no, jj. this... " she points between them. "this is cruel — this is a whole other level of cruel that i didn't think that you'd do to me."

she shakes her head again as jj steps forward.

"sweetheart, i swear this isn't a game. it's nothing like that." he says, stepping forward as she tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach after hearing that pet-name he just used to address her.

"then, what is it? because i know there's no way someone good like you could ever love or like someone like me!" she exclaims, the tears blinding her vision.

jj stops short, his heart stopping for a brief moment from the second he heard those words come out of her mouth.

"what?" he asks in shock, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

she scoffs again. "you heard me correctly, maybank." she says tightly, frowning as she looks down and away from him.

"do you have any idea what you mean to me, [y/n]?" he asks softly as he walks over to her and lifts her chin up with his fingers.

her mouth falls open as she looks at him. "what are you talking about, jj? what do i mean to you? who am i to you?" she asks in a murmur, but he hears her clearly.

he speaks with no hesitation, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and he'd never say it to anyone else, "you're the girl i love."

a quiet gasp sounds from her lips, causing him to chuckle softly.

"you can't really mean that." she says tightly, still in shock.

"i do. i swear i'm not lying — this isn't a game to me." he says seriously, moving his hands to hold her face in his hands.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, before she finds the courage to speak, "jj, if you really mean that — and i mean, really mean it — there's no going back, if we go through with any of this."

he nods. "i know."

"and... " she trails off, preparing for what she's about to say next. "and you really mean all of this?"

he nods again.

another shaky breath leaves her lips and the tears spill as she nods herself.

"okay."

"okay?" he asks, confused and fully expecting her to reject him.

she nods in acknowledgement. "i can't promise that things will be easy with me. i have issues, just like you, and i won't change myself for anyone."

he chuckles. "i'm not going to ask you to do that."

"okay." she nods, moving one of her hands up to one of his and anxiously intertwines them together.

"let's do this then, yeah?" he asks breathlessly and pulls her towards him gently, leading her to walk away from the chateau and to god knows where.

—————

JJ CHUCKLES IN AMUSEMENT AS he notices the girl's obvious, anxious nerves.

"you're going to be fine." he says, soothing her by rubbing her arms gently.

[y/n] groans, clenching her eyes shut in further stress.

"i just don't think they're going to react well to this news, jj!" she whines, turning to face him and letting her head fall into his chest as her groans of distress quickly become muffled.

he laughs and gently lifts her head up and cups her cheeks, a soft glint in his eyes. "it's going to be fine, baby, okay?"

she sighs, pouting for a straight minute as he smiles down at her.

"if they make any comments, i'll make them regret it." he says seriously, causing her to raise her eyebrows at him.

"they're our friends. i kind of find that hard to believe." she says seriously, laughing at his reaction.

he rolls his eyes and kisses her forehead.

"just trust me, alright?" he murmurs when he pulls away from her.

she sighs in defeat. "fine."

she frowns as he leads her inside the chateau.

he leads her into the living room, where everyone else is hanging out in.

the conversation stops immediately as they stop in the room, all of their eyes immediately landing on their joined hands.

john b doesn't look shocked at all as he smirks in approval.

"so, you finally did it, huh?" he asks, getting up and clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

jj laughs as [y/n] turns to face him with a shocked look on her face.

"what does that mean?" she asks with suspicion clear in her voice.

john b chuckles. "last week, before jj came over to talk to you, i finally got jj realize how he really feels about you."

her face fills with realization as she nods, but doesn't say anything.

she turns back around to look at everyone else.

cleo and pope look at her with a look of nonchalance, almost as if they expected this to happen, sooner or later.

sarah and kiara share a look, both smirking at each other.

then, they both get up and run over to their friend, throwing their arms over her body and jumping and giggling in excitement.

"i knew it!" kiara exclaims excitedly, with a big smile.

sarah laughs and agrees.

[y/n] rolls her eyes.

"so, you guys really don't care?" she asks, glancing at all of them.

pope snorts. "why would we? we've been waiting for this moment for too long."

cleo nods, gently poking pope. "it's about time y'all got together."

jj simply laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to one of the empty couches to cuddle on.

"see? you had no reason to be nervous." he murmurs into her ear, kissing her cheek as she makes herself comfortable in his embrace.

she rolls her eyes at him and turns to kiss him lightly, before pulling away and lying her head on his chest. "fine. you were right."

his chest rumbles with prideful laughs, but before he can say anything, she interrupts him, "don't even say it. you're lucky i like you."

he laughs again. "well, you're lucky that i like you."

she ignores the cheers and teasing comments from their friends as they all settle back into their seats and observe them, just appreciating the moment with her boyfriend.

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Netflix & Chill | Kiara Carrera

Warnings: cursing, make out session towards the end, mild hint of smut but no actual smut in fic

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Kiara have a movie night for date night.

You smiled and sat down on the couch beside Kiara. You put the bowl of popcorn on the table and leaned back as she wrapped her arm around you making your smile. “I’m so happy we decided on a movie night for date night.” Kie smiled. “Me too baby..” You smiled and kissed her cheek making her giggle.

“So.. what movie shall we watch babe?” She asked. You hummed tapping your finger on your chin thinking. Kiara giggled. “What?” You giggled. “You are so fucking adorable when you do that..” Kiara smiled. “I- thank you..” You smiled and blushed. Kiara kissed you. The two of you decided on a movie and Kiara laid down and you laid on top of her resting your head on her chest as she wrapped her arms around you.

“I love you baby..” You smiled. “I love you too y/n..” Kiara chuckled. The two of you were watching the movie snuggled up together. You played with one of her bracelets as the movie played. “What are you doing?” She chuckled. “I dunno..” You laughed and Kiara laughed shaking her head. “You’re such a cutie.” Kiara laughed making you giggle.

“Well.. so are you.. you’re the cutest.” You giggled. Kiara kissed you head making you smile. You loved Kiara so much, she was your other half, your everything, your life. Kiara was always spoiling you and loving on you constantly. You tried to tell her that the world didn’t revolve around you but, she said it did because you were her world. She was so sweet.

You didn’t know what you would do without her. When her parents found out she was dating a Pogue, they were not impressed and you were so scared that you were going to lose her for good but, she assured you that her parents would never break up your love. That gave you comfort.

The movie ended and you smiled sitting up. “How did you like it?” You chuckled. “It was okay… but I was more focused on you.” Kie smiled. “Well.. I have to admit I was very distracted by you too baby.” You chuckled. “Really now?” She smirked. “Yeah..” You bit your lip gently. “I guess we will have to do something about that won’t we baby?” She said and you nodded. She got on top of you then kissed you. It was going to be a long night, and you liked the sounds of that.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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railingsofsorrow · 11 months

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RAILINGSOFSORROW'S FIC RECS (0.2)

2nd part of the recommendation list from my fav fics! (i had to split in two because tumblr was being a nightmare) have it in mind that they can either be on tumblr or ao3.

the (+) means it has a smut masterlists: [0.1] [0.2]

↯

━━ OBX

↬ little village by @thegreatestofheck (jj x routhledge!oc)

best thing that's ever happened to me.

↬ whipped by @ptersparkers (jj x reader)

↬ wake by @obxsummer (jj x reader)

↬ aftermath by @maybaenk (jj x reader)

↬ once a cheater... by @sl-ut (s.cameron x fem!kook!reader; t.thornton x platonic!reader)

↬ lucky by @↑ (k.carrera x f!reader)

↬ two of the same by @jjmaybud (k.carrera x f!reader)

i, too, want to get married with kiara carrera.

↬ skin by @↑ (p.heyward x reader)

↬ kie loves you... but you're not hers by @infictionalwonderland (k.carrera x f!reader; jj x f!reader)

↬ angels like you by @cryonme (p.heyward x reader)

↬ the 7 times he realises he loves you by @fandomtravels (I can't tag this acc :/ it's glitching) (r.cameron x reader)

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━━ MCU

↬ one heart by @ichorai (tasm!single parent!p.parker x single parent! x reader) (major angst!)

ok so I stumbled upon this while I was in class and I was bored so I thought let's give it a go until I get to go home. terrible idea because I was holding my cries, can you believe it? this fic stole my heart and it's so well-written, I don't think there's anything like it, it talks about loss and grieving in the most realistic way possible, I almost felt inserted into the story. plz go read it it will be so worth it.

↬ on thin ice by @leahsficemporium (peter parker x reader)

learning how to skate with peter <3

↬ like slow-slipping redemption by artist_artists (ao3) (tasm!p.parker × male mj)

I don't understand how this one doesn't have more recognition. I was craving for a bi!peter fic and I found it's the best piece of work I've read, it played with my emotions and left me of the edge of my seat. it's set on a post-no way home universe and it features tasm!peter x male mj. it's a happy ending!!! plus it's not long, only 3 chapters.

↬ getting old by @kiss-inthekitchen (husband!tasm!p.parker x reader)

↬ peter parker can't flirt by @curseofaphrodite (tasm!p.parker x marauder!reader)

it's a crossover btw marauders era + the amazing spiderman universe.

彡

━━ TVD/T.O

↬ apotheosis by atriums (klaus mikaelson x reader)

it's finished and it has a sequel called alkaline.

↬ familia supra omnia by IAMiniquity (poly!mikaelsons x oc) (currently being updated)

the best thing I've read in the originals universe, spent less than month reading it and I keep craving for more.

↬ treading on thin ice by @fitzs-trained-monkey (kol mikaelson x reader)

they write the best kol fics istg.

↬ wasteland, baby! by trustsalvatore (kol mikaelson x oc)

incomplete since 2020 :(((

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↬ coming home by @acourtofwhatthefuck (azriel x reader) (series)

━━ MISC

↬ troublemaker by @itsapeterthing (druig x avenger!reader)

I will tell you one thing: I wasn't into a court of thorns and roses until I stumbled upon this one. yk when the writing grips you and chains you in a way that you can't leave? that's what happened to me. I was so addicted I read this whole series in three days at most. then I proceeded to read all of their work, you should do the same, you won't regret it it's so good.

↬ resident healer by @15-dogs (newt scamander x reader)

↬ no one knows by @pillow-titties (billy russo x reader) +

↬ no one knows p.2 by @↑ +

↬ by your side by @alaynes-writings (paul atreides x reader)

↬ stormy nights by @marvelmusing (aleksander mozorova x reader)

#obx fic recs #outer banks fic recs #peter parker fic recs #tasm!peter fic #tvd fic recs #the originals fic recs #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #kol mikaelson fanfiction #acotar fic recs #newt scamander fic rec #billy russo fic rec #paul atreides fic rec #aleksander mozorova fic rec

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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The Less I Know The Better XXI (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON (+ mentions of), manipulation, non canon ages, pogue!reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | divider by @firefly-graphics

➥ series masterlist

summary: When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

You stared at your ceiling, hands clasped on your stomach and feeling so…in shock. Why were you though? JJ had lost his friends, and with Rafe arrested, JJ probably felt he had nothing else to lose…and he was right. There wasn’t really anyone left to stop him from getting what he wanted, and you swallowed, a few tears escaping and running past your ears.

You remembered how Kie’s parents had looked at you when you got to the hospital. You recalled the anger and hatred in her mom’s eyes, and truthfully? You didn’t blame her. Not one bit. At the time, Kie had still been in surgery, and they hadn’t known if she was going to live or die. Sure, the person physically responsible was arrested, but everything that went down came right back to you.

At least, that was what her mom had said.

“I always knew that hanging around you Pogues would get her in trouble one day,” Mrs. Carrera had cried.

You hadn’t been able to say anything to that, eyes pleading as you stared at her, watching her fall into her husband’s arms. You didn’t think to bring it up that Rafe, a Kook, had shot Kie, because it really didn’t matter. He was dating you, a Pogue, and he’d been trying to shoot JJ, another Pogue.

“I’m really sorry,” you had choked out. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

She hadn’t been trying to hear it, and you had turned away, joining your friends as they could do nothing but wait. You could feel their eyes on you as Kie’s parents returned back upstairs, and you were unsurprised when Sarah moved to sit beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. She softly said your name, and you had looked at her.

She looked unsure, nervous, and when she swallowed, you suddenly got the feeling that there was something you’d missed.

“Before you got to John B.’s…Rafe said something…”

It was really quiet between you three, and you knew that John B. and Pope were listening.

“…about you…and JJ…”

Your eyes had found the floor at that, swallowing and feeling like there was lead in your gut. You closed your eyes, both hating and loving Rafe so much, and missing him more than anything in this moment. The longer you remained silent, the more you knew they worried, and when you opened your eyes, they met John B.’s. They were wide and troubled and almost disbelieving.

“He was telling the truth…”

You hesitantly nodded, and you’d heard Sarah’s sharp intake of breath.

“I… I want to put it behind me.”

They seemed to understand your words, all three reacting at once.

“What you mean? You don’t want to see him rotting under the jail?” Pope questioned, standing now.

“You guys don’t understand,” you had mumbled, and Sarah rubbed your back.

“No…I guess we don’t,” John B. had mumbled, gaze fixed on you.

It was clear that he wanted to find JJ, right now, and your lack of…anger threw him. Your shoulders had sagged, and you’d let your face fall into your hands. You held back tears, but a few had escaped, and you’d sniffed.

“I’m so tired,” you mumbled, sitting up and looking between them. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Sarah wiped your face, looking just as sad as you felt.

“A while back…I thought I had been assaulted…in my own house…by some random man.”

They all froze at your confession, and you had looked down, swallowing.

“It was when Rafe and I were broken up, and…I’d gotten so drunk. I thought that I’d called him, and he’d come over and…” you trailed off with a shrug. “…but he’d had no idea what I was talking about.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, leaning back in your seat.

“I’d been so scared and paranoid, and it was so hard to deal with, and that was why I only told JJ and Rafe.”

You looked up, your eyes meeting Sarah’s.

“…but I hadn’t been raped by some random man,” you told her, and all the color had drained from her face, like she knew what you were going to say. “It was JJ.”

You heard Pope start pacing.

“I’d called him by mistake…and when he came over, I was so drunk, I thought he was Rafe, and…he just let me.”

“What the hell?” you heard John B. breathe.

“He’d looked me in my face and comforted me, pretended to be my friend, and I found out the truth at the party, and…we both just lost it.”

You looked down again, feeling no need to go into detail about that.

“I should want him dead, and I guess I do, but…I just don’t have the energy.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Sarah had reassured you.

“I’m so tired, and I feel so betrayed, and I feel like nothing makes sense. My whole world just doesn’t make sense,” you’d sniffed, pulling your legs into the chair. “I’ve lost JJ, I’ve lost Rafe, and-.”

“Hey, no, don’t do that,” Pope had hurried to say, kneeling in front of you. “Kie is going to be fine. She was awake and talking when they took her. She’ll be fine.”

He had taken your hands, and you had reluctantly returned his smile. It had taken everything in you to keep John B. from going after JJ, just desperately wanting the blond behind you for good. As crazy as it seemed, you had really believed you’d get that. The truth was out, and JJ knew that you wanted nothing to do with him, but you’d underestimated just how far gone he really was. For some reason, it didn’t hit you that he wouldn’t give a damn about that.

It was laughable, really, because he’d made it more than clear to you, now that he didn’t care what you wanted.

So, why were you so shocked to see him on the beach? Why had you been so shocked to hear the words that came from his mouth, feel his hands on your face, his lips on yours? After he’d spilled himself into you, it was like you hadn’t been in control of your body. You’d felt frozen, just staring ahead as JJ had redressed you, pulling you to your feet.

He’d said all kinds of things as he’d guided you back to your house, and although you couldn’t recall a single one, you knew that it was nothing but nonsense. Nothing but whatever insanity he’d come up with in his head. He’d left you at your door with a press of his lips to your cheek, and it wasn’t even until you’d made it to your room did you collapse, a sob catching in your throat.

You’d thought about going to the police then, doing a rape kit, a heavy anger in you that almost drove you to do just that. But then you’d thought about the money you didn’t have and JJ’s word against yours, and months of hell trying to prove it. Everyone on this side of the island, and even some on the other side, loved JJ. If Rafe held the nickname of Kook prince, then it was no secret that JJ was his Pogue counterpart.

You didn’t even want to think about the things you’d be called for claiming JJ Maybank had raped you.

You couldn’t do it, you just couldn’t, and you had stumbled into your bathroom, scrubbing yourself raw in the shower. Even after you’d cleaned yourself, you’d just sat in there, letting the water run over you until it grew cold, seemingly waking you up. You’d collapsed on your bed, gaze fixed on the ceiling, and that was where you’d been ever since, growing cold at the thought of your new reality.

“Rafe was telling the truth…wasn’t he?”

Kie’s voice was weak as she rested in her hospital bed, dark eyes somber and resting on you. You nodded, looking down and fidgeting with your hands. You heard her sigh, the room growing quiet.

“I knew it before you did, you know,” she said, and you looked up. “That he liked you.”

Her gaze rested on the ceiling, and you frowned.

“I thought JJ was so…perfect. In his own way,” she mumbled. “…and when I started noticing little things…I don’t know.”

She shook her head.

“I wanted him to do the right thing so bad. You were with Rafe, you were crazy about Rafe, and I genuinely thought JJ would realize what was more important. I thought he’d see that he needed to be there for you, the right way.”

This was news to you, and you intently listened.

“Part of it was selfish, I’ll admit, because I liked JJ, and I wanted him to get over you so badly,” she said more to herself, frowning. “…but then he got worse, and he wasn’t acting like himself, and he was just being an all-around dick. It was so disappointing, and I’d thought about telling you so many times, but he made it seem like I was crazy.”

JJ seemed to be very good at that.

“…and when he told me that you guys met up at the party, I didn’t think anything of it…”

She chuckled to herself, but it was bitter.

“…but then John B. and Pope mentioned the scratches all over his face…and things started looking…scary, and then Rafe came charging in.”

You swallowed.

“I didn’t want to believe he was capable. I wanted there to be some other explanation, but once I saw Rafe literally trying to kill JJ…I knew, and nothing seemed real.”

You took in all of this, thinking it over. You wondered if Kie had noticed because she’d been paying extra attention to JJ…or if you were just the dumb one. However, you thought to yourself that John B. and Pope hadn’t clocked it either, and you sighed. Everything was a mess, and you alternated between placing the blame on JJ…or yourself.

“If I had never dated Rafe…”

“Please, don’t do that,” Kie groaned, and you looked up, finding her eyes on you. “Anybody would’ve driven JJ crazy I think, but it just happened to be Rafe. You’re not in the wrong for, what? Living your life?”

At the mention of him, you both grew quiet for varying reasons. You couldn’t even linger on the fact that JJ had raped you again, burying it so deep in your mind that you were sure you’d collapse if you tried to analyze it and cope with it. You didn’t want to think about it, and you struggled to swallow.

“I talked to my parents,” Kie spoke. “…but…it’s out of my hands.”

You knew what she was referring to, and your eyes watered.

“He didn’t mean to. As much as I can’t stand the guy, he was more than justified in trying to kill JJ…and I unfortunately just got caught in the middle.”

She shook her head at you.

“I don’t blame him…but it’s not up to me.”

Your head fell, and you nodded, a few tears escaping.

“…but Ward has money.”

She tried to reassure you that things would be okay, and you looked towards the window, pressing your hand to your mouth.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe his money will get him out of this.”

Even she didn’t sound so sure, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Maybe,” you tearfully agreed.

As it turns out, you weren’t entirely wrong.

“A year? A year?”

You stood on Ward Cameron’s porch, eyes wide and lips parted as you processed what he’d told you. Kie’s parents had money, and Ward had more, but that wasn’t enough to get Rafe completely off the hook. Ward…didn’t look the happiest to see you, but you didn’t care, staring at him in disbelief. The older man sighed, completely stepping onto the porch.

“He’s being charged with a Class E felony, Y/N.”

You looked away at that.

“It’s a miracle that I got it down to a year. They wanted twenty-five months…” your knees actually buckled at that. “…but it’s his first offense, and it was a genuine accident.”

He didn’t need to say the other thing, his money that he no doubt threw at someone.

“He’s going to do a year, and maybe he’ll get out early on good behavior, but when he does, he still has a year of house arrest after that and then community service…”

Ward trailed off when you took a step back, leaning against his porch.

This couldn’t be happening…but it was. A year without Rafe felt like a lifetime, especially so as you pondered what awaited you. You knew that it could’ve been much worse, You’d stayed up several nights just researching the worst case scenario, and you’d been prepared for it with no reason to be apparently, but a year? That was still too much, and it didn’t seem fair since even Kie didn’t blame Rafe.

Ward rubbed his beard, exhaling.

“You should go, Y/N.”

Your eyes met his, and your shoulders sagged at what you saw there. However much Ward had grown to like you before, that was over now. One of his children’s lives had been put in danger, and his other was going to jail for a year, and like Mrs. Carrera, Ward’s judgmental gaze was fixed on you.

“Take this time to get your life together, you know?”

You knew what went unsaid. He thought you were a mess, and you could see it in his eyes that he didn’t understand Rafe’s drive to ruin his whole life for…some Pogue. He didn’t want you around Sarah if he could help it, and he especially didn’t want you around Wheezie. You nodded at his words, turning away and going back home.

When you woke up, something didn’t feel right.

Something felt too off to just be your paranoia, and when you sat up, you thought you were seeing things.

Your eyes met familiar blue ones as he sat at the end of your bed, a small frown on his face as he just…stared at you. He was wearing some jack you’d gotten him for his birthday years ago, and after a few seconds, you realized that it was raining outside. At that thought, you turned to your window, finding it undisturbed.

“Your mom let me in.”

Your stare turned cold at that, narrowed eyes on him. Maybe you should’ve told her the truth about JJ and just deal with the mess of trying to convince her to let it go. Your heart was racing in your chest, remembering the feel of him pinning you down in the sand, and you shuddered. You watched his head turn, frown deepening.

“You going somewhere?”

You sharply inhaled at that, following his gaze, your jaw clenching at the sight of your half packed bag. You’d started it on a whim before you fell asleep, taking Ward’s words to heart and choosing to just leave OBX. Sarah would keep you updated on Rafe, let you know when you could visit him and whatnot. John B. and Pope would understand too. You’d thought the only dilemma would be your parents, especially with your dad still recovering from his accident…but you’d guessed wrong.

You moved before JJ did, sprinting towards your door, but he was just as fast.

It clicked shut as he pushed you against it, his arms on either side of you as he leaned his hands against the wood. Being so close to him made your stomach churn. Your hair stood on end, and your eyes watered, and you shook. Once upon a time, being so close to JJ had brought you nothing but comfort. At one time, JJ had been your safe space, and now you could barely stomach the thought of him.

“She left for work,” he whispered, and your heart sank. “…and your dad is still recovering. What do you think he can do for you?”

The only sound was that of your heavy breathing, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from burning. JJ noticed, and he straightened, reaching up to touch your face, his finger catching a stray tear.

“Where do you think you’ll go that I won’t follow?”

Your stomach dropped at that, and you blinked.

“What else is left for me here besides you?”

You pressed yourself further into the door, looking away. You felt JJ’s fingers ghosting over your neck, and more tears fell. His chest brushed against yours, and for the umpteenth time lately, you felt…hopeless.

“Rafe will get out one day,” you reminded him. “He’s not going to be in there forever.”

JJ let out a shaky breath at that.

“…and when he does, he’s coming straight for you. He might actually succeed this time.”

Your voice and gaze were cold as you said this, and JJ stared you down. He was nothing at all like the man you’d grown up with, the best friend who you ran to first for literally everything. The JJ standing before you was a stranger, driven by delusion and a desire to have what didn’t belong to him. You would never regret Rafe, but you couldn’t help but think what might’ve happened if you’d done things differently.

Not necessarily never dating him, but maybe keeping it a secret longer.

“Maybe he will,” JJ whispered. “…but that’s still a year I have to make you see things my way.”

Disgust filled you at his words, and if you hadn’t been sure before about leaving, you were now.

JJ hissed when your foot met his leg, knee coming up in between them, and you hurried to get the door open. You were in the hallway when JJ’s hands grabbed a hold of you, pushing you and making you stumble into the living room. The house was dark, your dad fast asleep, and JJ shushed you as he bent you over the couch.

“You have to be quiet,” he whispered, and your nails dug into the fabric, trying to push against him. “You don’t want to wake him up. He’s been through enough.”

You jerked when he snaked his hand around you, dipping into your shorts and cupping you. JJ’s lips grazed your ear as his chest pressed to your back, pushing you down.

“He doesn’t need to see you coming around me like that. It would give him a stroke.”

You grit your teeth, trying in vain to get JJ off, but you sharply gasped when he yanked your shorts down, his following close behind, before pushing into you in one smooth motion. You jerked, your head falling over the back of the couch, and JJ’s fingers dug into your waist.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hissing and trying to get away, but his arm around you was right. JJ didn’t give you a moment to breathe, jerking into you and adopting a pace that had you scratching at the couch. He was rough, so desperate for you, unable to focus on anything other than pushing his cock into you.

As much as you hated it, like before, you could feel yourself getting slick. You could feel yourself growing wet and making his thrusts smoother, the push and pull of his cock becoming easier. His other hand found it’s way to your throat, and you reached up, digging your nails into his hand.

“JJ,” you choked out, begging for what, you didn’t know.

Begging him to stop, begging him to leave you alone, begging him to die. Your skin felt like it was on fire for several reasons, the feel of JJ’s lips pressing kisses to the back of your neck being one of them. His cock driving into you and stroking your walls being another. It was unfair really, how easily your body could betray you. It had done it before, and it was doing it again.

You had tried to block that night on the beach out, hating the way you’d come undone beneath him. Your wide eyes had been resting on the sky, nails digging into his skin and the sand, hips jerking and bucking as he fucked you over the edge. Your release had triggered JJ’s, and to your detriment, feeling him spill into you had sent you head first into another orgasm.

He pressed you further against the couch, and tears escaped your tightly shut eyes. The house was quiet aside from your soft labored breathing, JJ’s joining yours, and to your embarrassment, you could hear his every thrust. You could hear the wet sound of you leaking around him as he pushed his cock into you, the squelch as he stretched you out. You gasped again, and JJ softly shushed you, his lips at your ear.

“You have to be quiet,” he murmured, curving his hips up into you, and making your toes curl. “You have to be quiet, princess.”

He reached down, fingers brushing over you, and your hips circled. He had you trapped between him and the couch, and your lashes fluttered, eyes opening to stare straight ahead. You could feel him pushing you towards a release, and you desperately tried to fight it off, more tears falling.

“You’re so close,” you heard him breathe. “You get so tight when you’re about to come.”

You closed your eyes at that, trying to block out both his words and the feel of him inside of you. His arm tightened around you, fully pounding into you now, and taking your breath away. You let out a shaky breath, trying to push down whatever threatened to escape from your throat. You didn’t want to wake your dad…and you didn’t want to give JJ the satisfaction.

His hand tightened on your throat, making you see stars, and JJ pressed an open mouth kiss to your cheek just as you started to come around him.

“You’re mine, now,” he bit out, still pushing himself into you to the hilt. “…and I have a whole year to make you realize that too.”

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