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prettyg1irlstears · 19 days

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the pool deck (rafe cameron)

pairing: bfb!rafe

warnings: smoking, unprotected p in v sex, pool sex, breeding

you were spending the day with your best friend sarah. you were by the pool the whole day, just swimming, tanning and gossiping.

“oh no, we ran out of lemonade!” sarah says with a frown when he comes bavk from inside. “gotta go buy more.”

“i’ll wait for you” you smile while putting on sunscreen. sarah nods and you watch her disappear with her wallet in her hand.

ten minutes pass and you get a message from her: got distracted by john b. probably up to his place. sorry!

you just chuckle and shake your head. you still couldn’t believe that a kook princess would date the pogue king himself.

the sound of footsteps take you out of your thoughts and your heart skips a beat when you see their owner.

“hi ray” you smile, taking your sunglasses off to look at him and standing up from your sunbed. “how are you?”

”’sup, bunny,” rafe smirks, the nickname he gave you smoothly coming out of his mouth as he lights up a cigarette and taking a long drag. you were his favorite friend of sarah’s, always so sweet and caring, asking how his day was, all innocent.

“i’m doin’ good, how you doin’,” he blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth, watching her as she walked towards him. “you look good in that bikini.”

“thanks! i bought it last week,” you smile. and look at your bikini. “they also had a blue one but i thought this one was better.”

he chuckled at your words, flicking the ash off his cigarette “well, you have pretty good taste.” he commented, stepping closer to you, his gaze lingering on your body.

“thanks!” you smile and then look at the cigarette. you weren’t much of a smoker, but you took one when someone had them. “can i have a drag?”

hesitantly, he handed you the cigarette, his lips twitching into a smile. “sure, if you must.”

his eyes were focused on your lips, the way you suck on the filter, imagining how they would taste and feel wrapped around his dick.

rafe watched you take a long drag, your lips wrapped around the cigarette looking so tempting. he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving you. he was getting hard. “you look hot as hell.”

“really..?” you smile shyly. you’re not used to getting attention from guys, and you’re definitely not used to comments like this. “i don’t get that often.”

his eyes roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your figure with a predatory gaze, his breath hitching as his cock hardened in his swimming pants. he coudln’t take it anymore, he reached out, grabbing your ass, squeezing it softly.

you gasp, looking up at him with a shocked and confused expression that only made him grow harder. “what are you doing, ray??”

his hand slips lower, his fingers finding the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. he chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. he wants her, wants to strip you naked and ravish you. “i'm going to fuck you in this pool soon.”

that takes you off guard, making you swallow as you try to talk yourself out of it. “that’s unhygienic.. i- i could get an infection or something—“ you stutter, trying to stay calm.

“you'll be the cleanest bitch in town after I finish fucking you.” rafe whispers, rubbing your butt cheeks. he was already imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth as his hand playfully slap your butt. if only you knew how much he wants to strip you and have you bent over the pool deck for a good, long, hard fucking.

“rafe— wait— sarah—“ you attempt to say between kisses.

his fingers dig into you hips, pulling you closer against him, his kiss turning more hungry as his arousal presses against you, his cock throbbing pants. “shut up and let me fuck you.”

you want to protest, to tell him that this is a terrible idea, that sarah will kill you when she finds out. but before you can respond, you have his fingers knuckled deep into your pussy

he devours your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. he could feel your wetness coating his fingers and he couldn't wait to slide that sweet cunny onto his engorged cock.

you leave tiny moans and whimpers into the kiss as he fingers you, shamelessly moving your hips into his hand as your knees bend in pleasure.

he whitdraws his fingers before you can cum, a smirk on his face as he looks at you, his hands on your thighs. "get down on your knees, i wanna fuck you doggy right here.”

his eyes devouring your body as he watched you get into a kneeling position on the edge of the pool deck. he undoes his swimming pants and slides them down, revealing his big, hard and throbbing cock. “spread those legs f’me.”

you do as he says so and he positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds. he reachs around and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it gently as he begings to push into your tight pussy.

you gasp, your pussy gripping his cock tight. “ray..” you whimper, followed by a low groan from him.

he pulls your hair harder, causing you to let out a small whimper. "shhh, baby. i'm gonna make you cum." he begins to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, your plump butt jiggling.

all you can let out are small ah ah ah sounds, and god, that could make him cum right on the spot.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your neck. "i can fucking feel your pussy clenching around me, sweet thing. you want me to fuck you harder? or do you want me to pull out and leave you wet and needy?"

“harder.. harder, ray..” you whine out, the thought of him stopping makes you wanna cry.

without missing a beat, he thrust into you harder, pounding your soaking wet pussy. the sounds of his hips slapping against your plump butt combined with your small and needy whimpers filled the air. “look at you.. taking your best friend’s brother balls deep inside you..”

your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. ”ray!” you moan out, your pussy clenching.

feeling the sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his cock as you reach your peak, he pulled your head back even further and slammed into you one last time, holding you there as he came inside you with a long grunt. "i fucking told you i was going to make you cum."

small whimpers are leaving your mouth, feeling his warm and sticky cum dump inside you and his lips attacking your neck, all while still coming down from your high.

he stayed inside you for a while, waiting until his panting calms down. after a while he gently pulled out, leaving a mess of his cum in your wrecked pussy. "there's my good girl."

even though you’re completely fucked out, you still somehow manage to get up on your knees, turn around and hug him, seeking out comfort.

feeling your small body against his, he pulled you into a tight hug, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck session. his voice was deep and soothing as he soothed you in his arms. "come here, my little mess."

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zyafics · 2 months

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brother's rival | rafe cameron (18+)

series: brother’s rival (part one)

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: you and your brother were born pogues, but once your family made enough to move to figure eight, you became a kook. unfortunately, rafe cameron doesn't welcome pogue-born kooks. and it doesn't help that your brother is determined to steal the title of king of kooks from him. so, if your brother is trying to steal something from him, rafe is going to return the favor.

warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, angst

zya's notes: hi!! this is my first fanfic, so yeah. i hope you enjoy! also, i like when the reader stands on business and actually talks back to rafe, and i never read anything like that, so yeah, this is my attempt on that lol

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚

"Do you think Kooks actually enjoy this or is this something they do to uphold their image?" You ask your brother, Dean, who swings his golf club, hitting the ball square in the center, and sends the small circular object flying across the land.

He turns back to face you once the ball settles on the grass. His golf club digging into the ground, his arm pressed against the handle. "It's probably an ego thing."

You snort. "If I had to wear this everyday, it would not be an ego thing."

You glance down at your outfit: a simple tennis skirt and top. Since your family moved to Figure Eight a couple months ago, you were also granted access to the prestigious Country Club that sits on the rich side of the island. You and your brother haven't attended any of the events, due to your status as a Pogue-born Kook, but since the summertime rolled around and there's absolutely nothing to do on Figure Eight in the daylight, you two decided to take a little trip.

To get into the role of Kook, both of you decided to wear what the Kooks normally wear. Trading your Pogue attires for tennis skirts, khaki pants, and polo shirts, the two of you almost look the part.

But you still stand out.

"You're next." Your brother tips his golf club in the direction of where he hits his ball. You groan, stepping up to the tee stand where Dean replaced another golf ball for you to swing (and miss). You don't like golfing, you decided, wanting to trade in the Kook uniforms and stuck-up memberships for surfboards and high waves. Unfortunately, your brother does, and he wants to stay.

Not wanting to embarrass yourself, you try to mimic the stance your brother had a few moments ago. You pull yourself into the position, bending slightly over as the end of the club lines in front of the ball.

"You should bend down lower!" A voice shouts and you roll your eyes, knowing exactly who it belongs to. Your head lifts up to see Rafe approaching you, holding his own golf club with a personal caddy following after him from a safe distance.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see your brother's demeanor completely change. His expression pulled taut, his shoulders stiffen, his jaw locked.

Your brother and Rafe do not have a good relationship. Well, if you could even call it a relationship.

You and Dean moved here a couple of months ago. Born and raised on The Cut, your family finally made and saved enough to move you away from a life of poverty and crime to a nice, suburban home on Figure Eight.

However, it wasn't done without a cold welcome. Most of the Kooks don't like you nor your brother. You don't know if it's because you used to be a Pogue or because Rafe Cameron doesn't like the idea of Pogues moving into Kook territory—and made sure everyone followed along—but either way, it caused your experience on Figure Eight to be an unpleasant one.

For the first month, Rafe would send occasional 'gifts' to your door to remind you and your brother of your place. At parties, he would also make sure to let you and your brother know you're not welcomed. He even made a point to throw the keys of his truck to Dean's face, telling him to go do a beer run, and threw some cash alongside as payment. In the heat of the moment, Dean had enough and lost his shit. He swung at Rafe and Rafe swung back.

You had to pull your brother off of Rafe as the Kook King yelled profanities at your brother, blood dripping down his chin, telling him about how he would get him back.

From that point on, it was nonstop rivalry. Whenever they were in the same vicinity, they would either exchange verbal spats or physical altercations. You had to momentarily stop attending any parties because you couldn't handle the possibility of fights.

You didn't want today to be another one.

Dean steps in front of you as Rafe approaches, making sure to block his view from you. The golf club stands between them. "What do you want, Cameron?"

"Just trying to give your sister some advice." Rafe responds with a cocky smile. He raises his own golf club and places the end of the head against Dean's chest. "I didn't know busboys got to play. Must be why this place is going to shit."

You can see the anger rolling off your brother, his hand clenched around the handle of his golf club, causing his knuckles to grow white. Before he does something that would cause the both of you to get in trouble, you step forward, grabbing his forearm.

"Go away, Rafe." You declare, causing the blond to shift his attention from your glaring brother to you. His blue eyes give you a once-over, lingering a little longer at the cutoff of your skirt, before meeting your gaze. "If you think this place is shit, then find another place to play."

"And let a couple of Pogues kick me out of my Country Club?" He declares, twisting his expression in a manner that looks disgusted at the idea before shaking his head with a click of his tongue. "I don't think so, princess."

You hate the nickname that he gave you. It's always in mocking. Since you and your brother arrived at Figure Eight, according to Rafe, Dean has been slowly encroaching on Rafe's territory. Trying to take the crown of King of Kooks from him. This, in turn, caused Rafe to cast you in a secondary role. A mocking declaration of princess as in you will never be one.

You just roll your eyes at him, but you can't help the flutter of warmth that settles on the bottom of your stomach.

"Fuck off, Cameron." Dean declares, his tone laced with aggression, as he steps forward to place some distance between you and the blond. "This place is huge. I'm sure you can find some place where you don't have to see us."

Rafe hums in thought. "That's the thing," he points to the space you and your brother occupies. "What if I want this spot? I'm sure it won't be a problem for you to move." He glances at you and winks. "She can stay. I'm sure she'll be entertaining."

It doesn't take a second later before your brother swings. His fist delivers a satisfying crack against Rafe's jaw, causing him to stubble back a few steps. But, he quickly regains footing. His expression morphs into a deadly one, coming back around and raising his fist to deliver a punch to your own brother before you pull Dean away—stepping in front of him.

"Enough." You declare, clenching down your jaw, in preparation for the blow that never came. Rafe stopped himself a few inches away from your face. But, you don't let that fear show. "We'll move. You can have your fucking game."

With that, you drag your brother and your things away. You don't bother turning around, but you can feel the heat of Rafe's stare in the back of your head, following your every move, until you disappear from his sight.

—

“I’m going to grab something to eat.” You say to your brother, who merely hums in acknowledgement. He’s still a bit pissed off that you stepped in between Rafe and him. But, what else were you supposed to do? You are trying to get situated in this new environment, this new place where everything is a hostile territory. You didn’t want any more trouble that came from it. Yeah, you admit, it was a bit short-sighted of you to step in because you could’ve gotten hurt but fuck him, at least you did something more productive than swinging fists.

You head away from the golf course to the restaurant at the Country Club. You still can't believe you are here. If you had told yourself a year ago that you would’ve be living on Figure Eight, playing golf on the rich side of the island, you would probably laugh and take your drink from you. But, it's true.

You're a Kook.

Well, by classification, but you don't feel like it.

You don't, technically, feel like a Pogue either.

You're just oddly stuck in the middle. You don't know what to make of it. All you want to do is just have fun, live, and not cause any more trouble.

Unfortunately, trouble finds you. As you place your order and wait, leaning against the bar counter and tapping your nails against the granite, a body slides into the space next to you, large and towering. In the corner of your eyes, you catch him playing with the small plastic menu display set on the counter and pick it up with one hand.

He leans against you, pointing to the menu. “What are we ordering, princess?”

You turn your head to face Rafe. “I don’t know. What do assholes eat in their free-time?”

“Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

“What you’re offering.” He’s watching you as if you are part of the specials. The heat of his gaze feels like it’s undressing you, that it makes you shift your own, tapping the menu in his hand to draw his attention back.

“On the menu, Rafe.”

“Nah.” He abandons the plastic menu on the counter, turning his body completely to face you. His elbow pressed against the counter. “I’m craving something else.”

You swallow hard, looking over to the waitstaff behind the counter, wondering whenthey’re going to be finished with your burger so you can leave.

You know Rafe is only messing with you because it gets to your brother. It’s known on the island that Dean is protective of his little sister, sometimes too much, that Rafe takes advantage of this fact.

Standing here, near Rafe, is dangerous. Not to mention your brother could come over at any time and check up on you, but because, if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t share the same spite and hatred Dean has with the blond.

You’re not sure if you share any of it.

You just think all of it is stupid.

“Speechless now?” He teases, leaning enough where you can catch the scent of his cologne and the woodsy odor from golfing all day. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

You don’t answer him, deciding that the best thing you can do right now is ignore him.

That’s proven to be bad advice because, not moments later, you feel rough fingers grab your chin and force you to turn to Rafe. His eyes are piercing, his gaze studying every little detail of your face as you tried yourhardest to remain unfazed by his presence.

“Ignoring me?” He asks softly, his sight dropping to your lips as he runs the pad of his thumb across the soft plump of your bottom lip. They unconsciously part, just as Rafe’s eyes drift back up to yours. His voice in a mere whisper. “You know I don’t like that.”

Your heart skips a beat and your legs grow weak, barely able to keep you upright. You fight against the instinct to lean into his hand, to take his thumb that lingers on your entrance, into your mouth and suck, but it’s difficult.

He chuckles, watching the internal battle you’re having with yourself, lowering to your height. “You want me badly, do you, princess?”

For a blink of sobriety, you raise your hand to grab his wrist, pulling him off of you, from feeling every little twitch of muscle that changes under his touch, and rolls your eyes. You throw his hand back at him. “You wish.”

The waiter returns with a box of your food and you thank them with a tip, about to grab the to-go box off the counter when Rafe beats you to it. He grabs a hold of your food and raises it just out of your reach.

You glare at him. “Give it back, Rafe.”

“Give me your number.”

You are taken back by that. “What?”

“Give me your number.” He repeats, his determination set on his face as he waits for you to answer. “Or, do you want me to beg for it?”

The sight of Rafe on his knees is not unappealing, but you rather not have another image of him doing something that would return when your hands are between your legs. Instead, you settle on something equally humiliating for him. “Say please.”

He looks at you, bewildered, and scoffs. “I’m not doing that.”

“Then you’re not getting my number.”

“You forget I have your food.”

“You forget I have money now,” you pull out your credit card. “I can order another one.”

His jaw clenches, and for the first time, Rafe Cameron is backed into a corner he doesn’t know how to escape from. With a resigned sigh, he says, reluctantly, “please.”

“I need more enthusiasm.”

He cuts a dark look at you. “Don’t push it, princess.”

You laugh, before holding out your palm. His free hand finds his phone in his back pocket and offers it to you. You easily type the digits, add your contact to his phone and quickly send a text to yourself to remember the number. When you return your phone back to him, he exchanges it for your food.

When you’re about to head back to your brother, you hear Rafe shout behind you, “I’ll text you.”

Suppressing a grin, even though he can’t see you, you throw your response over your shoulder. “I might answer.”

{・❥・read part two here }

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nanaanatiion · 29 days

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Wicked Step Brother Pt. 2

Warnings: Non-Con, drugging, drugs, alcohol, unprotected sex, recording, anal, stepcest, cheating

Part One

You got home that night to find Ward and your mother gone for the weekend and a party in full swing. It was typical Rafe Camerson behavior. He couldn’t be trusted no matter what. No wonder he was always in trouble with his dad.

There were cars and party goers everywhere. Drugs and booze scattered across every surface of the mansion. You should've left the moment you couldn't pull into the driveway but you didn't. Curiosity got the best of you.

You told yourself you wanted to see if your boyfriend had brought someone when really, you wanted to see if Rafe was with someone. You shouldn't care about what your step brother does but you do. You don't spot him until it's too late. Not until he'd already advancing on you from across the patio.

You turn and run back inside, making a beeline to the front door with Rafe hot on your heels. The door knob meets your hand just as a strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling you back.

"Where are you going, lil sis? Don't want to play?" Rafe growls in your ear, his bare chest burns against your skin and his cock hard against your ass through his thin swim trunks. You feel your panties grow wet just from him being near you.

"Let go of me." You snarl, tearing at the arm banded around your middle.

"Don't cause a scene and I won't." Rafe warns before releasing you. You step away and face him, your eyes lingering on some of the nearby party goers but they don't even spare you a glimpse. Everyone was too high or drunk to notice the tension between you and your step brother and somehow that was worse. You were on your own.

"Where were you going in such a hurry?" Rafe's voice draws your attention back to him and you take a careful step back, glancing at the blue mixed drink in his hand.

"I'm not staying here tonight." You snap. His face hardens as he matches your steps.

"You are."

"Or what?"

Rafe leans in dangerously close and your heart threatens to burst in your chest.

"Or I'll tell your boyfriend you're a squirter." Rafe's low, husky voice meets your ears and you bite back a whimper, your clit pulsing. The only reason Rafe knew you were a squirter was because he liked to finger fuck you until you cried and begged him to stop. It was his new favorite thing once he realized your boyfriend had never achieved it. Rafe was a sadistic fuck like that. You look at his drink again, debating knocking it from his hand when he offers it to you with a wicked grin.

"Here, this will help mellow you out." You glare daggers up at him. He could force you to stay but you didn't have to follow his every command.

"No."

Rafe's nostrils flare, his eyes flashing with anger before he firmly grabs your arm, yanking you against him. Some people thought that the drugs and drinking mellowed Rafe out but you knew better. It only released the beast he was so careful to keep locked away until it was directed at you.

"Drink it or I'll force you down on your knees in front of everyone and pour it down your throat. Then you'll lick up the mess you made before I stuff my cock down your throat." Rafe's growl shakes you to your core, fear of humiliation being the only thing that guides you when you finally take the mixed drink.

"I hate you." You sniffle, bringing the drink to your nose and trying to detect what liquor was in it.

"Tell your pussy that." Rafe winks. You ignore him as you bring the drink to your lips and taste the bite of something fruity mixed with tequila. Your belly pooled with heat immediately and you were alarmed at how good it actually tasted. You took another drink before realizing that your body was starting to relax and your anxiety had dissolved. All the background noise in your head had gone silent. Your heartbeat had slowed and you seemed able to breathe a little better. Your eyes widen as you realize what has happened. He drugged you.

"Good, isn't it?" Rafe smirks, taking the drink from you before you can throw it in his face.

"You son of a bitch." You pant but there's no anger, just calm. You could almost cry. You wanted to be mad and lash out but you couldn't. You felt too good. Really fucking good. Your skin was buzzing, your pussy throbbing, and your nipples painfully hard. Rafe's knowing smirk only grows as he leads you from the room and up the stairs.

"Rafe." You try to pry his hand off but you can't. Your skin was electrified where he touched you. It felt so good that you suddenly wanted him to touch you everywhere.

"We're almost there." Rafe says, hauling you up another set of stairs to his bedroom. Your pussy throbbed so rapidly between your legs that your knees threatened to buckle. You needed relief. You were dying.

You must've stopped walking because Rafe suddenly scoops you up into his arms and your arms immediately go around his neck. Your hands start to move on their own, fingers dancing along his neck and chest and his back. You feel goosebumps arise on his skin but you can't stop. His skin was so soft and his muscles so hard. Rafe really was a beautiful monster.

“I bet you’re feeling really good right about now.” Rafe whispers in your ear as he carries you.

Your back meets a bed and you're suddenly too hot. The soft comforter felt so good against your skin, relaxing even. You moan, quickly unbuttoning your uniform blouse and yanking it off. That felt better. You don’t know where Rafe went but you don’t care. You just needed a release. The pulsing in your clit was too much so you widen your legs and reach under your skirt, letting your fingers find your soaked panties. You moan again, rolling your hips to meet your hand as you start to massage your clit.

You were so wet that your panties were stuck to you and your thighs were slick. You couldn’t stop as you all but ripped your panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside yourself. The moan that left you would make a pornstar blush but you couldn’t help it. You were so hot and needy. You wanted to be fucked and you didn’t care who gave it to you.

Suddenly your hand is yanked free and a naked body is on top of yours. Your eyes pop open to stare at Rafe. You don’t get to complain because he kisses you hard, grinding his cock against your pussy. Your nails dig into his back as you kiss him back, lifting your hips to meet every thrust.

“Rafe.” You beg against his lips, feeling shove your skirt up your waist then squeezing your breasts.

“What do you want, baby?” Rafe taunts against your lips, his fingers tweaking your nipples. Every touch had your body electrified and jerking against him.

“Rafe, please.” You cry, reaching between your bodies but he rears his hips back just as you grasp his cock.

“Beg me. Beg me to fuck your tight little pussy and make you feel better.” He growls in your ear, his hand moving to cup your pussy. You buck against his hand, desperate tears in your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Rafe. Please.” He smiles before kissing you hard, his cock finding your slit and he starts to nudge your clit. You moaned loudly, aching to have him inside you. Rafe pulls back long enough to tear your panties clean off then he’s flipping you over on your hands and knees, pulling your ass back as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Smile pretty.” Huh? His words throw you off for a split second before he brutally slams inside your soaked pussy. You all but scream in relief, your face dropping down to the comforter as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. The headboard starts to slap the wall and his grip on your hips stings but you’re too far gone to care. It’s like you’re not in your body anymore, all logic goes out the window as nothing becomes more important than your release.

“Yes, yes, please, yes.” You chant, your face pushed further into the blankets when he wretches your arms behind your back.

“Such a greedy little whore.” Rafe shoves you down flat on the bed, forcing your legs together as he straddles you. You scream into the blankets, fisting them until your nails threaten to tear through as he delivers thrust after brutal thrust.

His thumb suddenly presses inside your virgin puckered hole and your body tenses up, your toes curling as your orgasm violently hits you. It steals your ability to breathe as it wrecks you from the inside out. The drugs only heightened the affects and your vision goes black for what feels like minutes. Rafe curses, your pussy no doubt clamping down painfully around his cock. It takes you a moment to return to your body and you become painfully aware that Rafe is fucking both your holes with his thumb and his cock. It feels foreign and dirty but before you can tell him to stop, he cups your throat with his free hand, cutting off any words you might’ve had and throwing you into another otherworldly orgasm.

“You like that? You like having both your holes fucked by me?” Rafe growls, releasing his hold on your throat and you cough, burying your face in the bed.

“Rafe, please, I can’t take it.” You cry, overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes but you swear you could cum again.

“You can and you will. We’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you.” Rafe slips out for a moment, offering you a tiny bit of relief but also a painful emptiness. Your eyes widen alarmingly when cold liquid drips between your cheeks. You start to roll over but he’s quickly there, straddling you again with a firm hand in the center of your back.

“Rafe!” You shout, your protests falling on deaf ears. The tip of his cock suddenly penetrates your ass, causing a terrible burning feeling. You push back until his breath hits your ear, his hand around your throat as he slides in further.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. You can take it. You can take all of me, just like I’m going to take all of you. Rub your clit, I promise you’ll like this.” He nibbles your earlobe, making you shudder while you quickly dive your hand between your legs. Your fingers craze your clit and you tense up, a whimper falling from your lips as you feel split in two.

“Relax, sis, I’m not even half way.” You feel his hands spread your ass cheeks then you hear him spit. You’re humiliated and grossed out but you can’t protest when he starts to rock back and forth, your fingers still stroking your clit. The pleasure almost blinds you. It’s intense and painful but the building euphoria only eggs you on. You wanted more so you start moving your hips with him.

“That’s my girl. I’m going to fill this ass up with my cum. You’re not going to be able to walk or sit down for a fucking week.” Rafe’s feral growl meets your ears and when he bites your shoulder, you’re done for. The orgasm is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt, tears flow freely as he fucks you harder and harder to his own release.

Finally, when you’re on the verge of passing out, Rafe slows to a stop and slips from inside you. You whimper, unable to move or open your eyes. You feel him get off the bed then you hear the sound of running water in his bathroom then he’s back, gently cleaning you up. You turn your head, your eyes barely open when you see what he’s holding in his other hand.

“The fuck are you doing?” You growl, quickly rolling over and yanking the blanket over your sore naked body. Rafe smiles, his phone still aimed at you like he’s recording.

“Owning your ass in more ways than one. I told you to smile pretty. Say hi!”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #rafe x reader #dark rafe cameron #dark!fic #dark dub con #tw drugging #tw unprotected sex #tw noncon #step bro rafe cameron #step brother rafe #outerbanks rafe

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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prompt twenty-one with brother's bestfriend!rafe (idk if you've got an idea for this prompt already but mine would be that reader says this to rafe 'cause he's unsure to finally take the step to kiss her since she's sarah's best friend)

i love your writing to the moon and back!!

╰┈➤ prompt twenty-one, bfb!rafe

warnings: light swearing, a tad nsfw at the end

“hi..” she whispered as she leant against the door frame, causing him to jump slightly. “hey, what you’ doing in here?” he asked, the corner of his lip curling slightly at the sight of her. “well, sarah’s asleep, and i can’t sleep, so i thought i’d come see you..” she grinned, tiptoeing across the room to perch on the opposite end of the bed.

“you wanted to come see me?” he queried, shocked at the confidence behind her voice. “mhm, is that a problem?” she joked, pulling her lip between her teeth as she lay on the bed, propping herself up to look at him.

chuckling, rafe shook his head as he lay back against the headboard, fixing his eyes on hers. “no problem at all, you have a fun girls night?”

“it was great, but sarah’s flat out now, so i’m bored..” she sighed, fidgeting with her hands. “what’d you do? talk about boys, gossip about girls?” he teased, allowing his eyes to linger on hee exposed thighs for a split second. “we’re not children rafe, but to answer your question, yes we did” she stated, tilting her head proudly as she giggled. scoffing, rafe shook his head, quickly turning away to hide the small scowl threatening his lips.

“what’s the matter, you jealous?” she giggled, amused at the idea. “maybe i am, so what?” he argued back playfully, nudging her ribcage with his knee. “oooh, big scary rafe cameron’s all jealous” she mocked him as she shuffled further up the bed.

“yeah whatever, you should go back before sarah catches you, y’know fraternising with the enemy and all” he smirked, instinctively moving closer as he propped his head up on his hand. “why, you scared?” she snipped, smirking back at him. scoffing once more, he inhaled deeply before reaching his arm out to cup her face, causing her to lean into his touch. “this’ look scared to you?”

her smirk never faltered as she pushed herself up onto her knees, confidently moving to straddle his waist. “no, does this?” she retorted.

humming in response, he leant in as he tangled a hand into her hair. following suit, she began closing the space between them until he suddenly pulled away, a menacing grin on his face. rolling her eyes, she pulled back, scowling at him. “fucking kiss me, asshole” she muttered, this time throwing her arms around his neck to pull him in.

“oh, you’re going to regret that” he growled, pushing himself into her as their lips met.

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aroaceleovaldez · 11 months

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non-exhaustive list of canon powers Nico di Angelo either has shown or is heavily implied to have:

Shadow-travel

Manipulation of shadows/darkness (also possibly use of shadows as a pocket-dimension a la Magicians using the Duat in The Kane Chronicles)

Becoming intangible/shadows

Complete control over skeletons/bones (dead or alive, including summoning, reanimation, and/or changing shape of them) and being able to sense their presence

Summoning, reanimating, commanding, and dispelling the dead/undead (Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, etc & varieties) and being able to sense their presence

Ability to understand/communicate with the dead/undead and potentially other beings of the Underworld

Inherent complete comprehension of Latin

Ability to perceive the usually unperceivable/possibly look upon a deity’s true form without repercussion (at least moreso than the average demigod, though possibly is restricted to chthonic beings) (ex: Tartarus, potentially also interacting with his parents, etc)

Interacting tangibly with ghosts (implied to be a Ghost King thing rather than a Hades/Pluto thing)

Partial or complete immunity to different effects of the Underworld/things within (can consume food/drink of or in the Underworld without repercussions, effects from the Lethe wear off over time instead of being permanent like usual for mortals, etc)

Astral projection/”Walking in dreams”

Dream manipulation and projection (Sending dreams to others, etc.) (presumably includes sharing/projecting dreams with others) alongside inflicting sleep upon others even from a distance.

Illusions

Manipulation of emotions/aura that inflicts specific emotions on others (ex.: radiating fear/death onto enemies)

Projection of emotions and memories onto others (can be so forceful it causes physical damage like a shockwave)

Geokinesis (all forms but also specifically generating black marble) (presumably also specialized control over precious gemstones & non-paper currency)

Temperature manipulation (seemingly only lowering temperature)/creating frost)

Control/manipulation of souls, including living beings (ex: ripping out Bryce Lawrence’s soul)

Perceiving/reading/judging of souls (most likely also a Ghost King thing over Hades/Pluto thing, but possibly both)

Converting living into dead/undead, aka instakill (ex: disintegrating monsters to bone with one touch)

Lowering or manipulation of own vitals (breathing, heart rate, etc)

Death Trance/pseudo-hibernation (possibly also general control over states of consciousness at least for self, in combo with control over vitals & dreams)

Sensing death (impending or when it occurs, sometimes receiving dreams/visions of it occurring)

Able to sense other children of Hades/Pluto (potentially also other chthonic beings in general/able to identify based on sense alone) and also just living beings in general, such as mortals (possibly via souls).

Improved navigation underground/in the Underworld and ability to traverse restricted or normally unnavigable parts of the Underworld

Enhanced strength/abilities when in the Underworld

Inherently unnaturally quiet (possibly able to silence sound on a designated target)

Hiding/shielding self from being perceived (seemingly related to shadows/silence)

#pjo #riordanverse #nico di angelo #long post //#MY BOY IS OP AS FUCK and i love this about him #so many of these are so underutilized #when will Nico get to use his geokinesis again #we only see him make marble once in BoTL and then never again #based on that he should theoretically be able to do everything Hazel can do. which also implies Hazel can do everything he can do #let Hazel summon a skeleton for once and Nico hits somebody with a rock cmon #also i still firmly believe Nico should get to turn invisible #we've seen him become intangible. his dad's notable item is a helm that makes you invisible. let him turn invisible.#but yeah big 3 kids are op. look at nico go. and this is just physical abilities not including stuff like Annabeth being smart #or cabin 7 kids being good at music or whatever #presumably for Nico/Hazel it'd be like a penchant for diplomacy and legality-related things presumably #and i like to hc he has a personal inherent knowledge bank of everyone who has ever died in his lifetime - just details about their deaths #mostly anyways and then like basic facts about who they were/next of kin/etc #so they can tap into that at any time and be like ''hold on lemme look this person/their relatives up real quick''#i usually like to write that as how Nico confirmed what was up with Jason when they first met #he just kind of squinted at Jason and went ''okay. hm. who are you next of kin of? Beryl - OH YOU'RE THALIA'S BROTHER''

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lydiaas · 1 year

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JJ MAYBANK & JOHN B ROUTLEDGE in S03E06 THE DARK FOREST I don't know what to do, JJ. How the hell do we get to South America? No clue, but…

#obx #outer banks #obx spoilers #obxedit #outerbanksedit #obx*#john b routledge #jj maybank #john b x jj #truly brothers #i love how most of the time john b acts like he's the older more stable friend #but then he has moments of vulnerability where he just needs his brother and best friend #to tell him it's going to be okay #to confide in #ugh i love their relationship so much #they genuinely feel like best friends since 3rd grade

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pianokantzart · 21 days

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Okay okay! !!! What if!!! .... What if Wario's background in the Movie-Verse is a reverse-isekai.

Wario's a prolific swindler who's been banned from more kingdoms than he can count. After his hundreth failed scam his long-time partner (soon-to-be Waluigi) ditches him, and Wario is left at the end of his rope and a little exhausted with the whole rigamarole.

Then he takes a wrong turn in a busted warp pipe and ends up in Brooklyn. He looks around at the abrasive behavior, streets littered with garbage, advance-fee loans, phishing scams... rental escalation... minimum wage rates... health insurance... and is like "oh, these are my people!!!"

He quickly makes himself at home and becomes fast acquainted with the ins and outs of underhanded business. At first he attempts to hide his physical differences, but soon decides to make his odd appearance part of his branding as he builds his own companies upon the fine line between "legal" and "illegal." Every so often he'll visit his old world to try out some of the "tricks" he's learned until one day, inevitably, he and Mario end up crossing paths.

#Still not sure what the origin of his name should be #either he calls himself ''Wario'' because Mario got well known and he wanted to ride that wave of popularity #or the similar name is literally just a coincidence #''Waluigi'' on the other hand is definitely just a name he chose to mess with Luigi #y'know once Waluigi decides he wants to rekindle their partnership after Wario actually starts making bank #Mario headcanons #Mario Movie #Wario #super mario bros #super mario brothers

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sluggishslugcrimes · 25 days

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Closed Mind au

Wally, a clown son: do you hate my kind, sir? Did a clown hurt you so bad as a child you have to take it out on a fellow silly little guy?

Bruce: I don't hate clowns.

Wally, looks at Dick:

Dick, shakes his head: he's lying.

Wally, sighs softly: adults normally do, just stop beating my uncle into a pulp and hurt my auntie; uncle Joke was just at the bank to get a loan! A business loan!! You broke an ex and reformed villain's legs for nothing because he was getting a business loan for a clown store!

Bruce: I said I was sorry! You're ten, you just don't understand it yet. *To Dick* and you shouldn't have told him our identities.

Wally: I think I understand breaking a person's legs for nothing is wrong!

Dick: B, we came from the same circus, I tell him everything duh.

Wally:I'm calling Mama (Iris) and auntie Pam. Mr. Pennyworth, can I call my Mama and auntie?

Alfred: of course young master Wallace, this way.

Dick, smiling big: oooo you're in trouble now, B!

Bruce, scoff: please, I'm not scared.

Wally, in the next room: FEAR HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, SIR!

Baby Jason: ‘hats goin’ on?

Dick: B messed up big time little wing.

Baby Jason: ooooo yous in t’ouble!

Bruce: you corrupted him.

Dick: I saved him, I don't need two of you running around hurting people for no reason.

#wally west #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #closed Mind au #wally was a son of a clown and so the gay clowns adopted him once again #joker is actually just a silly little guy who is just besties with Harley #they just did silly crimes at most traumatic but mostly it just silly bank robberies and stuff #also maybe the death of rudy but that's not able to be proven #mama iris and pam set that man straight #Dick and wally live by circus code #they got loyalty like no other #lie detector meta! Dick #birdflash #batfam #big brother dick saving his sibs from being Bruce

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quin-ns · 3 days

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The blue (JJ Maybank x Reader) Series Masterlist

Series summary: JJ has a secret, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold onto it. He discovers his breaking point when his best friend starts to show interest in you, his step sister, who he’s already fallen hard for

Series tags: step brother!jj, dual pov, jealousy, one sided john b x reader, drinking, inappropriate relationship, public sex, oral sex (f receiving)

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<< back to outer banks masterlist

#step brother!!jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x reader #step brother!jj maybank #jj maybank #jj maybank x you #outer banks #obx #the blue #the blue series masterlist #jj maybank imagine

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manheeiim · 8 days

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the beginning - rafe cameron

summary: you didn't expect to finally meet rafe after going to your best friend, sarah's house after school || warnings: alcohol, mentions of a toxic relationship at the end || genre: best friend's brother, fluff?, mention of angst at the end || word count: approximately 780

I walked onto Tannyhill, I was shocked at how big it was. I shouldn't have been though, the Cameron's were probably the richest people on Figure 8, so it's no shock their house was this bag and this nice.

My best friend, Sarah, and I were hanging out again after school, just as we always did. Thing was, usually we'd either go out or hang out at my place but my mom was going to be home early today and she was already in a bad mood lately, so Sarah said we could just go to her place for a change.

We walked inside and she led me up to her bedroom. I put my backpack in there before she led me downstairs to the kitchen to get a snack.

I sat at the kitchen island, scrolling on my phone as Sarah got some chips and put it out in front of us before sitting down next to me. I took a chip and ate it as I put my phone down.

"Sorry that we couldn't just go to my place. My mom has been so annoying lately." I complained.

"Ugh, I get that. But, either way, it's fine. No one's home." Sarah told me and I just nodded, eating another chip.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, I expected her dad to be out working, since he often was, Wheezie was likely still at school, and I didn't expect Rafe to be here either since he was never home when we were, but usually at least Rose was around.

"Dad's at work, Wheezie's at school, Rose is at the country club, and Rafe... I don't know where he is and I'd rather not know." Sarah told me, giggling a little, making me giggle as well.

We continued eating our chips and just talking about the most random stuff, as best friends do, but I couldn't stop thinking about Rafe Cameron. I'd seen him in family photos and maybe from the distance, and of course, I'd heard a lot about him, but I'd never formally met him before. From what Sarah had told me, along with other people as well, he was cool- according to other people, not including Sarah- but he was also kind of an asshole.

One of the French doors that led into the kitchen was suddenly opened and Sarah and I both looked over to see Rafe. Looking past him, I could see Kelce and Topper on the patio, sitting down on the outdoor couch and getting comfortable as Rafe came inside.

Rafe didn't pay much mind to me at first, seemingly not even noticing me and definitely not even acknowledging Sarah as he went straight to the fridge, opening it up and looking through it.

Sarah let out an annoyed groan at the sight of her older brother before she looked over at me, rolling her eyes at him being here. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

Rafe took some beers out of the fridge before closing it. He looked over at her, glancing at me for a moment, before looking back at Sarah. "This is my house too." He told his sister before looking at me again. "Who's this?" He then asked her.

"This is Y/n. Leave her alone." Sarah told him harshly.

"Calm down, Sarah." Rafe groaned. "I don't even know how anyone's friends with you." He then told her.

Sarah scoffed, "You're one to talk!" She defensively said back.

Rafe just looked at me once more before walking off, going outside to his friends and pretty much slamming the door shut behind him.

"Well, that's Rafe." Sarah said once he was outside again.

I looked outside the windows of the French door, seeing Rafe manspreading on the couch with his friends. "He seems..." I trail off, not really knowing what to say.

"Like a dick? I know." Sarah finished my sentence.

I glance at her for a moment, the both of smiling a little at what she said before glancing back outside again, this time, seeing Rafe looking at me. I quickly looked away, looking back at my best friend as she grabbed the bag of chips.

"Let's go up to my room. I don't want to be down here near him." Sarah told me and I just nodded, going along with her as I walked off with her, not knowing that Rafe was watching me leave.

Little did I know, that little interaction between Rafe and I would be the start of something much bigger. A relationship. A relationship that'd change my friendship with Sarah, a relationship that'd change me. A relationship that'd be so toxic and unhealthy, but a relationship that I'd never want to leave.

-- link to my masterlist

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ariasdistress · 1 year

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pervert stepbrother!rafe cameron imagines.

warnings: heavy nsfw, stepcest, drugging, dub-con, coercion, jealousy.

pairing: rafe x fem!reader - all of my characters are over 18!

perv stepbro!rafe: always thought you were pretty and voiced it, he was such a good step brother! like the older sibling you never had. he made sure to tell you how beautiful you were while leaning on your underwear drawer, using his free hand behind him to steal a pair; hiding the act with a charming grin and a few nods as you spoke. you always wondered where they disappeared..?

perv stepbro!rafe: took your phone constantly, jealousy issues you assumed. you bought a backup just in case.

perv stepbro!rafe: wrapped your laced panties around his hardening dick, stumbling upon your photos on ‘my eyes only’. hundreds of lewd images of you. soap covered tits- bent over- legs spread- your small fingers fucking into you mercilessly. his eyes locked at the screen, large hand gripping the small phone until his fingers turned pale. your older stepbrother now achingly close to climax, laughing to himself knowing he’d probably split you in half with his length.

perv stepbro!rafe: gets jealous whenever he sees guys around you in the hallways. once, your friend matt hugged you before class only to get into a fight straight afterschool. the next day, coming to class with bruises and refusing to tell you what happened.

perv stepbro!rafe: comes back from the fight with topper, sneaks into your room to take his anger out on you by eating you out. he doesn’t let you cum until he says so and forces you to keep it down. “our parents shouldn’t hear their precious stepdaughter moaning like a slut right?” he mumbles, kissing your inner thigh. “from her reckless older stepbrother too? they’d never let you out the house” pushing his tongue deeper into you.

perv stepbro!rafe: rests his large hand on your thigh during family dinner. under the table, his fingers sneak up to your inner thigh, you stumble in your words. your parents asking you if you’re alright as you recover. rafe’s calloused fingers now teasing your clit over your thin panties to hear you stutter while continuing telling your family about your day.

perv stepbro!rafe: whenever you walk up the stairs in front of him, he smacks your ass. sometimes tripping you up, slipping a hand up your skirt and groping you roughly all the while calling you an airhead for falling.

perv stepbro!rafe: pressures you to try coke - “c’mon don’t you want to be cool like your favourite step brother?” while you’re high, he slips two of his lengthy fingers inside you, spreading your legs with his large palm. all the while you’re squirming, getting wetter due to the drug induced overstimulation. “i didn’t realise my little sis was this much of a stupid coked out whore, don’t think too much sweetheart let it happen.”

perv stepbro!rafe: at a party, he calls you the best step sister in the world in front of your friends. immediately afterwards, cornering you into the bathroom and fucking you relentlessly - making sure your pretty voice is loud enough for others to hear outside. the older male assuring to everyone that you’re off limits.

author’s notes: so happy to be posting on this new account! purely because @devilworeprada is my secondary blog n i get no notifs.. idk what happened :( but i hope you guys enjoy this - i’m currently working on a tyler galpin oneshot but i got writers block… currently high rn and watched a cute porn scene lol so i wrote this. thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

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zyafics · 2 months

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brother's rival (part two)

series: brother’s rival → part one here

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, angst

zya's notes: if you would like to be added to a taglist (still trying to get the hand of this), pls like the post pinned on my account. thank you!!

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚

True to his word, Rafe texted you. Several times.

You just haven't texted him back.

It's not that you don't want to; you're itching to type back a response and see how he would react. You just can't seem to understand why. Why Rafe Cameron is talking to you, flirting with you, trying to make you feel things that you definitely should not be feeling for your brother's rival.

So, you kept your distance.

But that doesn't mean you've gotten him off your mind.

At night, in your bedroom alone, you close your eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. You've been stressed for the past couple of days, trying to figure out what to do with your summer, that all you want to do now is to find some release.

And you know the best solution for it.

You imagine Rafe in the room with you, taking in the shirt and panties you're wearing and nothing else. You imagine him approaching you, planting kisses against your lips while his hands are exploring every curve on your body. He would find the sensitive spot on your neck and tease, whispering dirty words in your ear.

You would argue back with everything he says, but in truth, all you want to do is submit.

Your hand dips to the space between your legs, kicking the comforter down to your ankles. Brushing your fingers against the cotton panties, you realize it's soaked—a testament to your dirty thoughts.

Your fingers push the fabric to the side, slowly teasing up your slit the way you believe Rafe would. He would go slow, taking in how your body reacts to the slightest touch. He would play with you, until you couldn't help but beg for it, and only then would he slip a digit into your cunt, starting a slow pace.

That's what you do.

You push a forefinger in, feeling your walls grip around the small finger. You start slow, building the sensation in your stomach as you imagine Rafe whispering praises in your ear, telling you all the dirty thoughts he had about you. What he wants to do to you.

Your pussy clenches, but it isn't enough to build towards an orgasm. You add another finger, thinking about what Rafe would say about how tight you are, about how you can barely fit two, and you quicken your pace. The teasing, the imagery, you can't help but let out a small moan, "Rafe."

But even as you build towards the feeling of a climax, it isn't enough. A thin layer of sweat coats your body and your legs ache at their overstretched position while your chest heaves—with want, with need for this release.

You crane your neck back, arching your back, letting out little whines as you feel how close you're getting but not completely there yet. "Please," you mumble softly, to yourself and to any God who would let you finish. "Please, please."

"You're doing it wrong."

The voice isn't your own, but you know exactly who it belongs to.

You eyes rip open, finding Rafe in the dark, standing near the entrance of your bedroom. You let out a little yelp, pulling up the comforter pooled at your feet as you hide your exposed body and readjust your panties under the sheets.

He looks content, leaning against the wall, while your heart is racing, your breathing erratic and, for a second, you don't know if you're hallucinating him or if he's truly here.

"What–what are you doing here?" You demand but your voice is weak, trying to regain some control over yourself after being caught in such an incriminating position.

Rafe appears casual. "I had to get some paperwork for my dad."

Your mother works with Rafe's father as a freelance accountant.

"In the middle of the night?"

He shrugs. "Ward Cameron never stops."

You can see he doesn't want to explain further than that. You want to probe, noticing the slight shift in his demeanor, almost minuscule, at the mention of his father, but you decided against it. You had other problems to be dealing with.

"That doesn't explain why you're in my room," you snap.

"Gave myself a house tour while your mom is looking for it." He says, pushing himself off the wall and stepping into your sanction, closing the door behind him. The lights from the hallway fades out, enveloping your room into a darkness—saved for the faint moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains and a lit lamp sitting on your nightstand.

You say nothing as he approaches you; your voice in your throat.

He stops at the foot of your bed. "You didn't text me back."

You don't know if you detect insecurity in his words or if you're imagining it. You settle on the idea that Rafe Cameron isn't used to not women throwing themselves at him, not demanding his attention, that he doesn't know what to do with it.

"My phone broke."

He watches you for a moment, trying to read you, before nodding silently. You don't know if he believes you.

You glance over at the door, afraid that Dean is going to walk in at any minute—because brothers do that—before remembering that he isn't home. He went out with a couple of his friends, staying the night at The Cut. That lessens the anxiety in your stomach, but it doesn't completely dissipate.

In the quietness of the moment, Rafe gestures out a hand to you. "Don't stop on my account, princess. Continue what you were doing."

You glare at him, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Fuck off."

He laughs.

Rafe settles himself on the corner of your mattress, making himself comfortable, while keeping his eyes pinned on you. You don't know what to do with this level of attention, with this spotlight, and while you had the strongest urge to get up and leave—you can't. You truly are wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and a loose, baggy sleep tee you stole from your brother's closet. If you stand up now, Rafe would receive a free show. You already embarrassed yourself enough, you don't want to add to the list.

You don't want to kick him out the room either.

His eyes studies the room around you; the tangled sheets, the disorganized pillow arrangement. It was an obvious sight of what happened. Cocking a brow of his, he asks, "couldn't come?"

Yes, but you weren't going to tell him that. You cross your arms over your chest and frown, trying to pull together what little pride you had left. "Are you going to tell a woman how to handle her own body?"

"I will if she's doing it wrong."

Your cheeks are flaming hot because it confirms that he did see. He saw you struggling. He saw you intimate. Clenching your jaw to relieve some of the embarrassment you feel, Rafe offers something unexpected.

"I can help you."

You don't know if you misheard him. "What?"

He chuckles softly, his hand grabbing the comforter covering you. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"I have a hard time believing you are that selfless."

"I'm not," he confirms, slowly pulling down the comforter shielding your body. You let him. "But I'm always willing to help you come."

"Knight in shining armor?"

"Just yours, baby."

You don't answer him. Not knowing how to react after he calls you baby. He completely pulls the comforter out of his way, revealing your long legs and the lousy sleepwear. His blue eyes trail up to examine you, tracing the tiny cotton panties that barely covers anything to the outline of your hardened nipples under your shirt.

He moves closer. His hand running up your calves, your thighs, in such a gentle yet sensual manner, a shiver leaves your body. When he stops right in between your legs, near your core, he glances up at you. "Can I?"

Mesmerized by the sight of him, you nod. He lowers his hand to graze against the cover, laughing softly to himself.

"God, you're dripping," he mumbles, pushing the panties to the side as his fingers touch your slick cunt. You slightly jerk forward at the unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, touch of his. "And sensitive. Are you sure you can't come?"

You know he's teasing you. You predicted this. But you couldn't help but turn the conversation onto him. "I thought you were going to help me," you bite back. "Or can you not handle it?"

His eyes darken. "Be careful what you wish for."

"I want—" You stop yourself, hoping he didn't hear you. Rafe stiffens, looking up to your face.

"You what?" He demands.

His eyes are so hard, so commanding, you can't help but submit.

"I want to come." You whisper. "I want to come by you."

His grin is entirely too smug. Without wasting time, he easily slips two fingers into your wet folds and your walls clench around him. "Fuck," he whispers to himself. "You're so tight."

Just as you predicted.

Rafe begins to stroke you, starting at a slow pace as your cunt gets used to his size. His fingers are larger than yours. His pace more rough. His other hand grabs your hips, keeping you in place as your body unwittingly wrestles away from it.

You whimper softly, hearing the wetness of your pussy echoing through the small room. Your hips buck, trying to grind against his hand, but he holds you down, keeping total control over what he can do with your body.

You whine.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed. If he knew you were struggling, he should've also known it was by penetration alone. You can't come, won't come, even if he's the one controlling it.

"Rub yourself for me," Rafe commands, pulling you away from your thoughts. You look down at him, concentrating on your cunt before his eyes flicks up to meet your face, his eyes hungry. "Now."

Your hand tentative slips between your legs. You've never masturbated in front of someone else before, and you're nervous, but the command behind Rafe's voice make you obedient. A need to please. When you find your clit, you begin to move in slow, circular motions.

It builds and builds.

"Oh," you gasps, as the combined action causes your hips to jerk forward more violently. However, Rafe knew, holding them in place. The orgasm builds quicker, especially with his control. "Oh, fuck."

You let your head tip back against the headboard, allowing the pleasure to course through you in rapid succession. Rafe quickens the rhythm he started from, easing a small whimper out of you. "Rafe," you moan quietly, afraid of being too loud.

He notices.

He shakes his head, stopping his thrusts and leaving your core aching. "No, princess, I want to hear you say my name louder. I know you can do it."

You were afraid of being caught. You were afraid of the neighbors hearing. But, you were so close. "What if my mom hears?"

"I don't care." He declares, returning to his strokes, starting at the slow beginning. It causes a needy whine to leave your throat. "Either you say it right or you're not coming tonight."

His fingers curl inside of you, hitting the right spots you didn't even know you had, and an explosion of pleasure erupts inside of you. "Rafe," you moan again, with less restraint, a little louder.

He shakes his head. "Louder," he commands. "I need to hear you."

His strokes are precise and measured. He knows the exact places to go to make you feel good. Adding on, he extends his thumb and begins to rub your clit with you. This act, alone, makes your stomach knot, twist, and tighten in a way that's familiar and demanding. Your legs shake, your fingers quicken on their own, matching the pace of his rhythm, and you let out the loudest moan as you come. "Rafe."

You slump back against your mattress, feeling his grip around your hips loosen as his fingers pull away from your cunt. Through heavy-lids and short breaths, you watch as Rafe brings his slick fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. An expression of pride and satisfaction etched over his features.

"Fuck," he groans, "you taste so sweet."

Your stomach erupts in little flutters at the compliment, and before you get the chance to make a retort—to thank him, to argue back—a phone rings.

Rafe's head turns to your nightstand, where your phone is plugged in and lit with a name, and scoffs. He pushes himself off the bed and glances down at the caller ID on the screen.

"Your phone broke, huh?" He glances up at you, to which you couldn’t do anything but sheepishly shrug.

"Who is it?"

"Your brother is calling." He says with an hint of disgust, disconnecting your phone from the charger. Just as he's about to hand it to you, he withdrawals his hand quickly and an idea passes through him. He smirks. "What if I answer?"

Your heart lunges out of your chest and you force yourself up from the mattress, on your weak knees, reaching out for the phone. Rafe pulls back, raising it just out of your reach. "Rafe, don't."

"But wouldn't you like to know how your brother would react knowing I made you come?"

He would kill you.

You push yourself to your feet on the bed, using it as an additive height to grab your phone, but Rafe is clever. He steps back far enough where you can't move towards him without toppling over and his hand stretches out all the way out of your reach.

"Rafe," you beg, connecting your eyes with his in a pleading look. "Please."

"Not the perfect sister anymore, are you?"

You don't answer him, watching as his face twists in amusement. His eyes studying your face, his expression smug. "God, if only your brother know how you moaned for me. It would kill him, wouldn't it?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest. You don't know what to do.

"What is stopping me from answering?" He asks to himself, but the question lingers for you. It's a challenge. What can you give him that would make him stop.

And your answer is nothing.

There's absolutely nothing you can give him. He's a Cameron—he can afford anything and everything with the snap of his fingers. The Tanneyhill estate cost more than you could ever imagine and he is the son of a multimillionaire. You're just a Pogue who moved to Figure Eight, masquerading as a Kook.

You were no match.

But, you wonder, for a second, if there is something.

"We'll never do this again." Your voice is small at first, but when the words hit his ears, it caused his smug expression to falter slightly. You take that as a sight to grow confidence. "I'll never let you touch me again. I'll never even touch you."

Rafe's face lost its humor. His jaw slightly tense, his eyes studying yours. For a moment, you thought it wasn't enough. That he will still answer the ringing number flashing your screen.

But he lowers the phone and gives it to you.

"You're thinking like a Kook," he scoffs softly, his words thoughtful, before his eyes finds yours. "There may be hope for you yet."

When you have the phone back in your grasp, the phone call goes to an end. Your heart still beating roughly, your breathing hard, you clutch the device to your chest like it's a lifeline.

Rafe watches you. Just then, you hear your mother calls for Rafe from her downstair office. He glances at the door for a brief second, before turning back to you. "I'll see you around, princess."

Without waiting for an answer, Rafe spares one glance at the device in your arms—a visible annoyance on his face—before rounding the bedframe and exit from your room.

You take a second to compose yourself, to calm your breathing and adjust your sleepwear into their intended position. When you glance down at the light-up screen, you can't believe that you won. That you got Rafe to hand you back your phone without talking to your brother.

You don't want to admit that the threat you threw out scared you. That the idea of him not touching you anymore pains you. That the idea of never touching him makes you sad.

But it worked out.

So, as you click on the notification to return the missed call, bringing the phone to your ear as you wait for Dean to answer, you try to put on an appearance as if everything is normal.

As if Rafe Cameron didn't give you an orgasm.

As if you didn't love it.

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Omg your BBF!JJ is amazing could I request a BBF!JJ blurb(or however u wish to write it)of him and reader being in a secret relationship and how he would be in that situation!

Thank you and you’re an amazing writer!!

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JOHN B'S HALF-SISTER!READER x JOHN B'S BESTFRIEND!JJ

warnings: underage drinking and smoking, profanity, fluff, mentions of abuse. MDNI!!

Introduction: John B brought you to hang out with him and his friends after you practically begged him. You strut in with your f/c bikini and 2nd f/c cover-up, your brother looks embarrassed by your behavior but you just find it funny. John B introduces to his friends, Pulp, Sandrah, and Kekia, you think that's their names.., oh and you don't think you could ever forget JJ. JJ caught your eye the whole time, you could barely pay attention to your brother telling you his other friend's names. You quickly start a conversation with JJ, 'Hi, I'm Y/N but you can call me N/N, you're JJ right?' he gives you a warming smile, and you almost melt right there and then. 'Yup, that's me, do you uhm drink or smoke?' you've smoked a few times with your friends but not on the daily, but you do drink a lot at parties that you attend, so you take his offer 'Yeah, why not' you take the blunt from his hand and take a drag from it before handing back to him. You hope this is a good start....

Staying Secret: You begin going with your brother more often but he pays it no mind you make close friends with Pope, Sarah, and Kiara (you finally learned their names) but you have an even better relationship with JJ. You guys hit it off perfectly after meeting and you begin coming around more often but not too often so they don't get suspicious of your (drumroll plsss) relationship. You and JJ usually hang out when the group isn't together or when you guys take beer runs together. You usually hang out place is at your house when John B is out doing something, you guys makeout, cuddle, do his makeup, watch movies, cook, and just other stuff when you're with each other privately.

You think your relationship is perfect, with no problems from your side, and you don't think he has any problems either until you find him at your window bloody and tears running is his face 'JJ what happened to you?!' you pull him into your room and leading him into your bedroom bathroom, he looks at you as if he's contemplating telling you something, he takes a deep breath. 'my dad beats me..' he mumbles, refusing to make eye contact, the air in your lungs immediately leaves 'w-wha..?' eyes prickle as you look at him for conformation. 'my dad did this' he slowly turns his head towards you, small tears running down his face. You kiss his wounds after wiping them with alcohol pads, you take a warm towel and wipe his face.

'do you want to stay the night.?' you mumble while cuddling him, he hums in response and you slowly get up. you pull out some of his clothes and turn on the shower, 'jj c'mon so you can get in the shower..' you mumble, he groans as you pull him up and walk him into the bathroom ' get in the shower so we can sleep jj' you say sleepily ' can you get in with me?' you nod as you take off your clothes and get in. you wash him up then yourself and get out and cuddle for the rest of the night.

QnA:

Q: why is she john b's half sister and not blood?

A: because john b is white and as a black women I don't want to exclude other races by them being fully blood

Q: why is there no smut?

A: because i wasnt sure if miss/mister wanted smut but feel free to ask for a smut part 2

Q:can i request a hc,blurb, or series?

A: yes for now because soon i will be closing my submission box because of school reasons but I can take to week for ur ask to be published

pls send asks and ideas and if u want to be added to my tag list pls ask

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