#dark!topper thorton

[deceitfuldevout]

Kook for Rent

Dark!Virgin!Topper Thorton x Reader x Dark!Stepbro!Rafe Cameron

Word Count: +1,612

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Bondage, Human trafficking, Mentions of past stepcest, Forced prostitution.

Author's note(s): I've been meaning to finish this off before I deep-dive into studying.

Rafe would consider Topper to be his best friend. So of course, him being the best friend that he is decides to make Topper's dream come true: A chance to fuck his cute stepsister. Rafe is well aware of just how many guys would kill to spend the night with the Kook princess herself. He knows what your market value is and decides to take advantage of the opportunity.

Rafe counts the cash in hand, licking the pad of his thumb before raking through the stack of bills. His dad had cut some of his allowance out for not keeping an eye on Sarah, yet you weren't given the same punishment. It wasn't fair. So, what better idea than to rent you out to his best friend? He smirks at the heavy wad. Topper's family earned well more than his did, one of the few reasons why he tolerates the Kook. That and how he's known him since they were kids. Topper would never turn against him, even if he wanted to.

Rafe knew that Topper was head over heels for you. He's seen the way Topper would glance at you, when he thought no one else was watching. Of course, he wouldn't admit it, he's not the type to cross that boundary unless the feelings were returned. But if given the opportunity, he'd jump your bones. Rafe isn't going to let his friend die a virgin, not if he can help it. As soon as he finishes counting the money he leads his friend down the hallway to where your room was. There you were, bound and gagged to the bedpost.

Rafe made sure you were presentable, after all, Topper is a special guest. This is the first time he's ever ventured into your room. Different pastels and pinks littered the place. A few stuffed animals had been tossed aside in the struggle. Your hair had been messy during the fight. Rafe made sure to dress you in that one slip on that would drive any man crazy. For a moment, Topper couldn't believe it. He'd finally have a chance with the Kook queen herself. Who wouldn't want this? You were everything he's ever dreamed of. Valedictorian, top of their class, hell, you were even prom queen, yet here you were, presented just for him.

Before he could approach any further, Rafe places a hand on Topper's shoulder, "Listen, man, there's a reason why I chose you, I don't want anyone else doing this," He looks his friend dead in the eyes, "It's her first time too y'know?" Rafe eases his friend into it. Topper raises his brows at that statement, his pupils are blown as he looks your way. When would he ever get another chance like this? Both of them are sat on either side of the bed.

You glare at the two men with weary eyes, mascara now running down both cheeks. Each time one of them would approach, a swift kick would be sent their way. Topper had to dodge a few times until Rafe finally took charge. His hands immediately wrapping around your neck and squeezing as hard as he could. He doesn't stop, even when your face starts to change color.

Topper tries pleading with with him, "C'mon man! She can't breathe!" worried that his friend may have taken it too far. Rafe doesn't let go despite Topper's pleas until you almost pass out. When he releases his grip, an angry mark is left behind. You try to catch your breath despite the lack of air. It became clear that the gag wasn't helping one bit. Topper felt weary of the circumstances of how you ended up like this.

Rafe glares at his best friend, "Yeah, but you're still here," he knows how to read people, what makes them bend to his will, "You know she used to have a mouth on her?" he chuckles, "Fixed that shit up," Rafe grabs a leg while you're still drowsy and ties it at the end of the bed frame. He repeats this action for the other leg before laying at your side, "Sometimes you've gotta slap a bitch around, or else they'll feel like they're in charge," pointing a taunting finger in your face, "Remember this, I own your ass, you so much as take another breath, it's because I allowed it," He then raises both hands in the air, nodding for his friend to proceed, "Go on, she won't do that again," he smiles triumphantly.

For a moment, Topper is hesitant. Should he really be doing this? Rafe rolls his eyes, "There's a reason why I chose you, Top," Rafe needed to have Topper trust him, "I could've let Barry fuck her first, but I chose you," Rafe drags down the waistband of your panties, "All this, just for you," revealing the jewel plug to his friend. Topped let out an audible groan at the sight of it. He could feel the strain of his cock swelling under his shorts. Rafe parts your legs for a better angle. His hands grip at each cheek, parting your folds to give Topper a good view. Rafe made sure to lube up that pretty cunt of yours, he left the plug inside your ass in case Topper wanted to pay extra.

Topper juts his hips, he groans at the friction. He rubs his tip in between both breasts. A small trail of precum already leaking through, "F-fuck...she feels so soft..." Rafe made sure you'd use the extra soft lotion, the sparkly kind. Of course, it'd make Topper go crazy, what guy wouldn't? Glitter tits? Is that not every man's dream? He jerks himself off, using your tits for the extra friction. He toyed and played with both breasts until they peaked. His brows furrow, indicating that he was close, "Fuck man...she looks so pretty like this..." In a few seconds he'd already came in heavy waves, choking out a heavy groan before emptying a load. His cheeks were now a vibrant hue from the first round. His eyelids fluttering shut as he spread his seed against your bare chest.

Topper parts from you for a moment to catch his breath. He admires the view below him. More specifically that doe-eyed look on your face. He pokes out his tongue to lick his lips. Rafe drags the chair from your vanity closer to the bed, he plops his feet on your bedside. He lets Topper take charge for now. So far, his best friend was learning fast. Topper wipes at your tears, cooing a string of apologies, "Shh...sh... you're okay..." he swipes a stray tear with the back of his thumb gently. Rafe rolls his eyes at the sentimental act, "Jeez, Top, you're too soft on the slut," He clicks his tongue, alerting his friend to turn around.

Rafe then tilts his head to the bottle of lube and condom placed on the nightstand, "The bitch is already worked up, all you gotta do is fuck her now," as soon as those words hit your ears another muffled scream escapes. You thrash violently against the bindings, ignoring the searing pain of rope being dug into raw skin. Rafe lept from his seat, "Hey, hey, enough of that," he scolds, "I'm protecting you, what do you not understand? It's either Topper or Barry and we both know which one you'd prefer," as if you had a say in any of this. You glare back at the two men, giving them a death stare. It doesn't faze the Cameron heir, not one bit, "Stop being such a fucking baby," Rafe knew you could take much more, so why was Topper being such a fucking softie?

Topper shrugs of his friend, tuning him out as he wrapped himself up. He coats the condom with a light about of gel before rubbing it against your bare folds. He' g's been waiting for this for a long, long time. He presses his tip against the opening, grunting at the sensation, "Fuck...she's really warm," Topper's never felt this good in his life. He starts off at a slow pace, his eyes are mesmerized by the sight of his cock sinking deep into your channel. He carefully pumps his shaft, reveling in the feeling of a warm cunt squeezing him.

Topper groans, "Fuck....I'm really your first huh?" slowly but gently, picking up pace. He was much different than Rafe, gentler. What Thorton hadn't known, was that the Cameron boy had beaten him to it. After catching you sneaking out, Rafe decided that the best form of punishment was to pop your cherry. He hadn't told Topper this. Instead, he wanted to build that level of trust. Even if that meant putting you on the line.

Rafe knew Topper hadn't been with any other girl before. Of course, he wouldn't know the difference. You moan into your gag, eyelids fluttering shut as you fought the approaching orgasm. Rafe licks his lips at the sight of it. His best friend fucking his step-sister shouldn't turn him on this much. But something about it seemed so fucking hot. Shit, maybe he could sell the footage. Make it into an amateur porn. He's been tight on cash recently, might as well put you to good use. But no, he already had enough blackmail to keep you in line. He knows there's no coming back from this. He's already ruined you for any other man. Rafe owns your cunt and ass. He spent weeks making sure to train you well. You were a fighter, yes, but he's much, much stronger.

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[dark-fics-4-you]

Ex Friends with Benefits ch III

dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader x dark!Topper Thorton

Warnings: noncon, smut, threesome, drugging, drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, guilt tripping

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Rafe’s fingers tightened into fists at his side at the mention of your name, lip curling as he frowned. “No, she’s been avoiding me actually, Top.”

“Damn Rafe, I thought you two were finally getting closer,” Topper joked suggestively with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s just playing hard to get. You know how all those uptight rich bitches are. Can’t admit what they actually want,” Rafe replied bitterly and Topper laughed.

You flashed across his memory, the way you used to glance at him secretly when you were with others. How sometimes when you sat by each other while eating, he would trace his fingers across your bare thighs under the table and tease you in front of all of your friends, who were none the wiser to his touches.

Anger rose in him when he remembered the last time he had seen you, how you had told him you wanted a break. Yeah, fucking right.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what that meant.

You were done with him.

But there was no way in hell that Rafe was done with you.

“Well if I had to put money on it, I’d say she doesn’t want anything to do with you. I bet you finally scared her off with your fucking staring,” at that, Rafe whipped his head at Topper, glaring. But Topper only laughed. “Yeah, of course I noticed that shit too. You’re not exactly subtle, Rafe.”

The Kook king scoffed at that, venom thick in his voice when he hissed back, “You don’t know anything, Top.”

“Oh yeah? Try me, you know I always thought Y/N was sexy as hell,” the challenge in Topper’s voice was clear, and competitive bravado rose in Rafe’s chest.

A sick thought flashed across his mind. One that he couldn’t ignore.

If he really wanted, he could have you so god damn cock drunk you’d let Topper fuck you too.

Sure it might take a little extra liquid motivation, but that was never something you had shied away from.

And besides, Rafe was getting pissed at the fact that you had been ignoring his calls and texts.

How long were you planning on acting like he didn’t exist anymore?

It wasn’t right. You used to be his best friend, the two of you did everything together. He had spent so much time with you recently that he felt empty without you around.

And the fact that you could just break things off like it was nothing? Over one little mistake?

It made his blood fucking boil.

Rafe set up a line quickly, snorting it before he leaned back, expression stormy. He stared at the coke on the table, before his expression changed.

“You should invite her to your party this weekend, Top. I promise you, she’ll be all over both of us,” Rafe smirked, glancing at his friend as his plan came together in his head.

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You smiled at Topper as he returned with your second drink, some fruity concoction that tasted like there was a lot of rum in it.

“Thanks Topper!” You followed him through his house to the living room, snaking your way through his packed house.

You took another swig as you sat down on the couch, eyeing the array of drugs that were laid on the table before you.

“And you’re sure Rafe’s not gonna be here tonight?” You questioned the blond nervously as he sat beside you.

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him, the night he had pushed your boundaries too far for you comfort. You hadn’t talked with your friend since, too nervous to answer the phone or reach out to him first.

“Um, yeah he shouldn’t be here. But if he is, I’ll keep him away from you,” Topper winked and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.

You took another sip of your drink, already feeling tipsy, but the night was young and you wanted to get a little high too, so you asked Topper to set up a line for you.

You leaned over the table, snorting the (admittedly large) line

Sniffing, you rubbed under your nose to make sure you got all of it. You had never been one to back away from a challenge.

“Oh fuck, that was a lot,” you laughed as the head rush hit you hard.

“Do you wanna do another?” Topper asked you.

“Shit Top, slow down, gimme a second. You’re tryin to get me too fucked up,” the two of you laughed at your joke, Topper rolling his eyes, but your slight protest didn’t stop him from setting up two more lines.

You reclined against the couch, not surprised when Topper did the same beside you. You could feel the warmth of his leg and torso beside you, and you were surprised when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Is this okay, Y/N? I just get a bit cuddly when I’m high.” Your friend asked, and you hesitated for a second before nodding.

It was just Topper, you reasoned with yourself. He had been in love with Sarah Cameron for years. You knew that this was nothing more than innocent affection.

“Here, have more of your drink,” Topper shifted, reaching to the table to grab your cocktail before handing it to you.

“Ah thanks! I almost forgot about it.” You took a few gulps, enjoying the flavor of the drink Topper had made for you.

You were beginning to feel well past buzzed, the mix of coke and alcohol blurring your vision at the edges. The music in the house was loud, bass thumping against the walls and making your head hurt.

You realized that Topper was talking to you when you heard him repeat your name twice, his hand falling onto your thigh.

“Mm, what?” You turned your head towards him, and he drew closer.

“I said you look really good tonight, I like this dress,” he said, louder, eyes scanning over your body, and you blushed, cheeks hot from the alcohol and his compliment.

Topper was a good looking guy, you had to admit that, but the two of you had been friends for so long that you had never even really considered him in that light before, especially since he had been on and off with Sarah for so long.

“Oh, thanks.” You replied, glancing down at the tight dress you had picked out.

“Do you wanna do that second line now, Y/N?” Topper questioned as his hand began to draw circles on your lower thigh.

“Um, sure,” you answered, and Topper withdrew his hand, leaning over to snort his line first.

“You got it?” He asked, noticing that you were just staring at the line. Your head was swimming.

“Ugh, I don’t know, I feel pretty fucked up already,” you admitted, stumbling over your words already, and your friend frowned.

“C’mon, Y/N, just one more?” He challenged with a grin. “I already lined it up for you and everything.”

“Mmm alright,” you slurred,

This one stung more than the first, despite being smaller.

Your head was spinning, the cold drink in your hand was only only making it worse, and you could barely keep your head up.

“How do you feel?” Topper voice felt both distant and too loud, and you shook your head, leaning against your friend’s chest as you mumbled.

“I- I think I should lie down,” you felt dizzy, the lightheadedness confused you, how were you already this fucked up? You had only had two drinks, but you felt like you had had eight.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” The blond asked you and you nodded.

“Can you carry me?” You slurred, you didn’t think you could walk past the end of this room, much less up a flight of stairs to Topper’s room.

“Yeah I got you,” he stood up, bending over to scoop you into his arms before heading to his room.

You cuddled against his chest as he carried you, the drugs were making you feel strange, like you couldn’t remember exactly where you were or what you were doing.

He laid you down onto the bed, carefully removing your heels, and you groggily slurred out a thanks.

“Hold on one second,” he turned away before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text.

You felt comfortable in his large, plush bed but you were taken by surprise when you felt it shift under your friends weight.

You turned to meet his eyes, but he moved faster, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his as his mouth covered yours.

Your eyes shot open, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue pushed its way in, his hand gripping your chin and holding you in place.

Fear and confusion coursed through your body. Why was he doing this? You didn’t think anything of his compliments at the time, but looking back, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Had he been trying to get you as drunk as possible just to take advantage of you?

Your mind went blank when you felt his hand creeping under your dress, alarm bells ringing as he pushed the material up to your hips.

You shoved at him, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath.

“Top- mm- stop that-!” your anxious, mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears, his hands grabbing at you rougher when you talked back.

“Shh, Y/N, lighten up, stop being so uptight.” He mumbled as his lips found you neck, and you tensed up completely when you felt him slid your panties to the side before pushing a finger into you.

You gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath as tears came to your eyes when he pushed his second finger in.

To your horror you could feel yourself getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they curled inside you.

The conflicting feelings swirled inside you, the blur of pleasure and panic becoming confusing. Your body couldn’t help but respond to his touch, soft moans fell past your lips in between sobs.

“Shit,” Topper groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down, stroking himself as he fingered you, before pulling the digits out.

Your stomach dropped, heart pumping in terror as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“T-Topper,” you begged, tears falling past your lashes as your looked up at the blond. “P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking him, the inner turmoil of your mind clashing with the primal desires of your body.

For a moment, it seemed like he was conflicted, but resolution set on his face as he gazed into your fearful eyes.

You felt nauseous when he grabbed your legs, easily parting them and bending your knees towards your chest. You squirmed in his grip, but you were too sluggish to stop him.

Topper sunk into you, stretching you out inch by inch. You whined and he shushed you again, this time covering your mouth with his hand.

When his hips met yours, he groaned, voice trembling, “fuck Y/N, I really thought Rafe was exaggerating but I get why this pussy drives him so crazy.”

Your tears were falling much more freely now, his words barely registered in your ears, and you gasped against his hand when he snapped his hips against yours the first time.

It was getting harder to breathe, panic filling your lungs as Toppers hand blocked your mouth. You grabbed at his hand, scratching him and he groaned as he moved his hand from your mouth to your chest.

His hands fumbled with the top of your dress, batting away your hands as you weakly pushed at him before he pulled your tits free, roughly groping them as he fucked you.

There was a movement at the door, and your eyes flicked to the figure in the entryway, new found courage to escape imbuing you. Topper didn’t acknowledge the new person, not even pausing to see who it was.

Your excitement was short lived, transforming in to a sick fear when the man spoke.

“Got your text. I told you she was a good fuck. She’s such a slut, I bet she’s fucking dripping around you right now.”

Rafe’s voice was unmistakable, and when his word’s registered in his ears, you realized with a shock exactly what was happening.

They had laid a trap for you, and you had walked right into it.

“She feels amazing,” Topper groaned, fucking you harder now, cock driving into you at a feverish pace. The pleasure in your gut was beginning to build and to your horror, you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Off to the side, you heard Rafe’s shorts fall to the floor and when you turned your head, you could see him, hard and stroking himself at the sight of his friend taking advantage of you.

He neared the bed and you flinched when his hand tangled into your hair, turning you towards him as he guided himself to your mouth.

When you shook your head, he sighed in disappointment, his next words were cold, “open your mouth, Y/N. Or you’re not going to like it when I take my turn.”

Disgust swirled in your gut and tearfully, you resigned yourself, parting your lips and allowing him to push himself further into your mouth.

Topper groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into your hips harder and glancing down to watch your cunt stretch around him as he plunged his dick into you again and again.

“Fuuck,” Rafe hissed as he began to shift his hips, sliding his dick a bit deeper with every thrust. “I missed that pretty mouth you got, Y/N/N.”

Your stomach twisted at the familiar nickname, one that you hadn’t heard in weeks, as Rafe was the only one you had ever let call you that.

Topper’s cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars, toes curling and thighs trembling as you came. You moaned around the dick in your mouth, and the other blond groaned when you squeezed around him, a gush of wetness allowing him to slide into your cunt easier.

Your jaw ached, scalp burning as Rafe tugged your hair to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. You gagged when he pushed too far, but he was relentless, taking his revenge on you for keeping yourself away from him for so long.

When he pulled out to give you a breather your relief was slow lived, as Topper closed in, pressing more skin to yours, hands wandering and grabbing at you hungrily.

His pace crescendoed before he reached his peak, lips smothering yours as he groaned, fingers digging into your skin so hard when he came that you knew you would have bruises.

In your drug induced stupor, you finally realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom when he slowly pulled out and you could feel his sticky cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.

You breathed in shakily, still in a daze about what had just happened. You couldn’t meet Topper’s eyes.

“You’ve had your fun, get outta here, it’s my turn.”

Topper glared at Rafe, opening his mouth to argue, but his friend cut him off.

“Hey, who gave you the drugs in the first place? If I had let you do the dosing, she’d probably never wake up, dumbass,” Rafe snapped.

You felt nauseous again listening to their conversation, knowing that you had trusted Topper completely before tonight, and the idea that either of them would go this far made your head spin.

“Fine,” Topper relented finally, climbing off the bed without giving you a second glance as he grabbed his clothes and began pulling them back on. “And you’re sure she’s not gonna um… remember any of this, right?” He asked Rafe hesitantly.

“Yeah, we gave her a lot already. She’s not gonna remember a thing,” Rafe leaned over his abandoned shorts, grabbing a baggie and a card from his pocket before spilling a little out onto the card. You heard the door close as Topper walked out, leaving you alone and at Rafe’s mercy.

He brought the card to you, helping you sit up and bringing it under your nose as he covered one of your nostrils. You tried to move your head away, but he held you in place, forcing you to take more of what you now weren’t so sure was just coke.

The head rush made you feel dizzy and heavy, and you knew that this time it would be even harder to fight back.

Rafe pushed you back onto the bed, easily batting your arms away as you protested weakly.

“R-Rafe!” Begging did little to deter him. If anything, your pleas seemed to goad him on, relishing the fact that you were so terrified of him.

The blond pushed your legs open, guiding himself between them. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and you shuddered.

“You know, Y/N/N, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so patient. I made one mistake.” He sneered, voice bitter as he spat the words out.

Rafe forced himself into you, and you yelped at the feel, tears stinging your eyes. His large hand snaked around your throat, squeezing as he slowly filled you to the hilt.

“I have always fucking been there for you. But you threw me out like I was nothing.” The blond seethed. “Like- like the past eight years of our friendship didn’t mean anything to you.”

“P-Please-” you choked out, toes curling at the all too familiar feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He was like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough of you, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.

When he snapped his hips against yours, his pace was brutal and punishing. He was choked you harder now, to the point that you were afraid you might pass out.

You felt like you had been trapped in Topper’s room for hours, the drugs and adrenaline coursing through you made everything feel confusing. Every touch was intensified, like electricity over your skin, the feelings of pleasure and disgust mingling together to the point where you could barely tell them apart.

Rafe’s lips covered yours, sliding against them as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The feeling was repulsive, all too reminiscent of the many times the two of you had secretly hooked up before.

But this time everything was wrong.

His lips trailed to your neck, hot kisses planted at the spots he knew were the most sensitive. You tried to stifle your gasps of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Rafe knew exactly how your body worked. He had explored every inch until he had each curve memorized, he couldn’t forget you if he tried.

“I wanted you to be my girl, Y/N/N,” he confessed, pain and anger flashing in his darkened eyes.

Your eyes widened at his words, you knew that he had reacted awfully when you tried to break it off, but you had never suspected that Rafe had ever seen you as anything more than best friends who fooled around occasionally.

“It didn’t have to come to this,” he said, as if he genuinely believed that you were in the wrong.

You let out a choked moan when you felt him pressing against your clit, swirling the tender bud as he pounded into you.

The combination of his thick cock sliding into you with the stimulation on your tender bud had you seeing stars. Your toes curled and you bit down on your lip to stifle your moan as you came around him.

Your legs were trembling, pussy twitching and squeezing Rafe’s cock as he fucked you through your high, tears coursing down your cheeks in shame.

“Oh fuck, are you actually coming right now??” He laughed mockingly, a sick pride flashing across his face. “You’re so fucking pathetic, do you have any clue how goddamn wet you are right now?”

You couldn’t respond, brain so fried by the feelings of his dick pushing into you that you could only mewl helplessly, each sound punctuated with the snap of his hips.

He was fucking you frantically now, growling under his breath as you choked his cock, your fingernails gripping his arms to steady yourself.

You were caught off guard when you came again, tightening around him, and crying out his name.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the feeling, hips stuttering as he thrust into you deeper than before, groaning when he came, and you whimpered as you felt him filling you up with his cum.

He was panting, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You turned your head when you felt him get closer, but he cupped your cheek, allowing himself to press his forehead to yours.

Rafe kissed you softly, much more tenderly than before, but knowing the feelings behind the action made your stomach twist, the innocent kiss tainted by the weight of what he had just done.

“You were mine a long time before you knew you were, and I’m not going to let you just throw that away. This friendship isn’t over until I say it is.”

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[darkroomkisses]

Blame it on the Alcohol (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Topper Thornton x Reader)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, Drugged sex, Smut, Fem!reader, Dark Rafe Cameron, Dark Topper Thornton, intoxication,Degradation, Underage Drinking/Drug use, Unconscious reader, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Toxic relationship, Sharing, choking, Face fucking, cuckolding, The boys are nasty, Read Tags and Enjoy! 

Words: 2.5k/proofread once!

Summary: You attend a house party with your boyfriend Rafe Cameron, like most nights. After drinking and trying some blow you start to feel uneasy. Rafe tells Topper to help you out. Little do you know the type of “help” Rafe and Topper have planned for you. 

Banner by @straywords 🥀

Part two

You ended up at a party even though you begged Rafe not to take you. You do not know why he was so insistent on you going.  

You wanted to be cuddled up on the couch with Rafe and watch a movie. But no, Rafe said tonight was something he didn't want to miss, so far you couldn’t see why.  

You sat on the couch, arms crossed; Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist. You zoned out of the conversation Rafe was having with his friends after a while.

You reach for your drink and realize the cup is empty, you let out a pout. Rafe notices your expression and smirks, taking the cup out of your hand.  

“Topper, bring us some drinks, make hers special” Rafe holds the cups up and waves it at Topper. Topper gives Rafe a look and mumbles under his breath but gets up.  

“Rafe I could have got my own drink” You cuddle next to Rafe, enjoying a little how he bosses Topper around. “Nah, let him do something for you, he wanted us here tonight” Rafe kisses you on the forehead.

You straighten up at that, why did Topper care if you came tonight? you think, you let it go and Topper returns with your drinks you look in the cup, it is light pink and looks sweet.  

Rafe pushes the cup to your lips “Taste it before you say you don’t like it” You sip it, it's a little too sweet but surprisingly good. “Okay Top, you know how to mix a drink” you compliment him.  

“Yeah, Top has a real career down the at tiki bar” Kelce laughs.

 “I think Topper would look good in a hot red bikini” you joke, cupping your own chest. Rafe and Kelce smirk at your jab. 

“Alright alright relax, I know a thing or two” Topper leans back in his chair his eyes on you, watching every sip you take.  

You look at Rafe who is currently snorting coke. Rafe lets out a hefty sigh leaning back. “Babe, take a bump” Rafe tells you, he’s not asking but you shake your head anyway. “I dunno” you hesitate.  

You feel his hand on the back of your neck, Rafe’s mouth on your ear “Don’t fucking embarrass me”

You force a smile even though you know no one else could hear him. You lean down with Rafe’s hand guiding your head, you snort most of the line there.  

You inhale and cough a little. You’re new to hard drugs never been your thing but being with Rafe, you had to step out of your comfort zone. 

Your nose burns and you don’t like the feeling, but Rafe looks so happy with you.  

“Good girl” Rafe praises you lean back trying focus on your breathing.  

You’re not sure how much time passes; it feels like hours as everything around you starts to slow. You’re almost finished with your drink, your eyes feel heavy.  

“Rafe, I don’t feel so good” your words slurred. You hold on to your boyfriend, he doesn’t seem that concerned.

“Top” Rafe gives Topper a look, telling him without words to come over. 

“Hey y/n, come on” Top picks you up by your waist helping you up.  

“Rafe what-” You try to question, but your voice sounds so far away. 

“Don’t worry, I got you” Topper voice is soft as he guides you away from your boyfriend and up the steps.  

Your feet feel heavy as you are forced up the steps. Topper brings you to a bedroom and shuts the door. 

Its dark and you can only hear your shallow breathing and the muffled music from downstairs.

Topper guides you to the bed and you lay down, happy to lay down on a soft surface. Your swirling head calmed down by the silence for a minute.  

Your eyes are closed, you feel yourself drifting away. The bed dips down and you feel a weight on you.  

“Rafe?” you slur out, forgetting you weren’t in the room with him.

The darkness is making it hard to see the figure on top of you.  

“No baby, it’s Topper” You feel his unfamiliar hands on your body, roaming and touching places they shouldn’t.

You panic “Topper what are you-” The words come out slowly and quiet. Topper shushes you, running his hand down your face.  

“You’re safe with me, don’t worry” Topper says in a low voice, you feel light kisses placed on your neck then your lips.

He kisses you with vigor, his tongue fighting for entrance.  

You try to shake your head telling him you don’t want it, you move your heavy arms to his chest to push him off you, but he doesn’t budge.  

You use your little strength to bit his lip. “Fucking bitch” Topper curses and you feel his hand at your throat. “Don’t try that slick shit again” he squeezes a little.  

You feel your tears trickle to your ears. “Be good for me or else” Topper voice is ice cold. 

You whimper at his words, you don’t want to know what his “or else” means.  

You feel your shirt pushed up, your bare chest exposed to him. 

“Fuck even better than I even better than I imagined” Topper is almost salivating at the sight.

“Topper please” You plead lightly. “You want more huh?” Topper kisses your chest, not understanding your discomfort.

He brings his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it hard.  

He takes his hand to grope your free tit. He’s moans on your tit; you feel the vibration through your body. 

Heat forming between your legs, wetness soaking your panties.  

You try not to focus on the feeling, your eyes are squeezed shut. 

You don’t hear the door open but the voice you hear makes your eyes pop open, Topper stops his movements.  

“See your getting hot and heavy already” Rafe voice is heavy in your ears.  

“Rafe” you whimper trying to sit up, but you can’t move fast enough. 

“Sorry bro, I can't help it, I mean look at her” Topper brings his hand to squeeze your tit softly.

You try to sit up again but you feel like a ton of bricks are keeping you down, and it doesn’t help that Topper is on top of you. 

Rafe strides over to you “Damn dude she looks fucked up, how much of that shit did you give her?” you feel his hands on your face.

“Idk man it must be strong” Topper picks your arm up and it drops back down. 

You feel a little sick listening to their conversation, you struggle to keep up. Did they put something in your drink? Why? Your brain is hurts trying to put it together. 

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Rafe coos in your face.  

You want to yell and scream but it fails to come out. You feel out of control, and you want to leave.  

“Home...I want to go home” you cry out softly. Rafe and Topper ignore you, your pleas falling on deaf ears. 

“Shit Topper, get to it before she passes out” You hate how they talk about you like you’re not even here.  

You feel your heart sink and the tears flow heavily now. Topper pushes your skirt up and pushes your underwear to the side.

His slender fingers brush against your clit and slit, lightning shoots through your body.  

“Shit she’s so wet and fucking tight man, she likes it” Topper says as he feels your wetness on his fingers, stroking you roughly before sticking his fingers in you.  

Your whole-body jolts “always fucking wet bro, barely have to touch her” Rafe sits on the bed behind you, so your head is in his lap.  

He bends over and kisses you on the lips. Topper brings his mouth to your cunt; he’s eats you out slowly moaning into your wetness. 

He puts his hands tight on your thighs holding them apart.  

He lets up only to rip your underwear down and he slides his fingers in you again stretching you out.

He pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers. Topper gets up pulling his pants down his cock his hard and ready. 

You try to back away knowing what coming next and Rafe holds you in place. “Don’t move baby, let him in”  

“No, no!” you whine out. 

“Come on, don’t make me tell you again” Rafe warns you. You don’t move again knowing you can’t get out of this.  

Topper lines himself up, he pushes in a little hitting resistance. “Come on pretty girl, it’s okay” Topper pushes again, your hole stretching a little more.

Topper is already moaning at the feeling of being inside you. When you feel him force himself deeper, you whine at the pain.  

Rafe rubs your face, soothing you lightly. “Fuck man she’s so fucking tight” Topper pulls out of you quickly, just too fuck into again with more force, he bottoms out after a thrust or two.  

You cry out the sudden movement hurting you, this intrusion is too much too bear.  

You feel Rafe shift against you, he moves your head and pulls his pants down, he’s hard. Rafe strokes himself as Topper fucks into you.  

Topper moans and rocks his hips harder against you. “You feel so good, so good” Topper rubs your tits, squeezing hard.  

Your eyes feel heavy again you close them, trying not to focus on the pleasure budding past the pain.  

Rafe gets off the bed standing at the side. Rafe pats your face quickly “Open your mouth baby” he whispers. 

“Show how well you suck my cock” when you don't budge Rafe forces your mouth open, sinking his cock into your mouth.  

“Mm just like that” Rafe moves your head back and forth on his hard cock, he pushes your head against flush against him. 

You can’t breathe properly and your body shakes; you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of Topper rutting into your core and Rafe fucking your mouth.  

“Yes, fuck yes, she’s squeezing my cock” Topper props up so he’s kneeling, he pushes your knees up.  

“Fucking hell, she's getting tight, I think she’s going to come” You try to fight everything in your body telling you this feels good.  

“Dirty fucking girl, coming from my best friend fucking you, such a little slut” Rafe mocks fucking your mouth harder, he leans in as if he can get further down your throat.  

“Fucking whore” Rafe pants, running his hands through your hair, he makes a fist.  

“Cum, you little slut, I know you want to” You whimper around Rafe’s hard cock, usually you love feeling of him fucking your mouth, but right now you couldn’t enjoy it, not like this.  

You felt betrayed by him and your body in this moment.  

The bubble bursts and you cum around Toppers cock, clenching hard, your hands grasp the bedsheets. You feel like you're floating, you try to ground yourself.  

You moan around Rafe cock, tears soaking the sheets. “Fucking hell, that was so hot baby” Rafe pulls out of your mouth.  

You pant hard, trying to catch your breath.  

“I'm close, I wanna come inside her” Topper moans.

You whimper trying to shake your head. “Nah you had your little fun, pull out” Rafe orders. Topper groans and thrusts in you one more time before pulling out of you, he comes on your stomach.  

You cringe at the hot sticky mess on you. Topper moves to Rafe’s spot on the bed and Rafe moves between your legs.  

Topper strokes himself softly still hard, watching the scene in front of him.

“You’re so good Angel, can’t believe you came for me like that” Topper praises, he spreads the mess he made, further up your body.  

You swat his hand away weakly. “F-fuck you” you spit, barely audible.  

“Fuck she’s feisty even when she’s drugged” Topper laughs quietly.  

“Shut up man” Rafe rolls his eyes. Rafe flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, he pulls you on your knees, so your ass is up.  

He gives it a slap, holding your hips in place so you don’t jerk away from him. 

“We’re not done yet, you’re mine now” Rafe voice is heavy with authority.  

Rafe doesn’t have to prep you since you're still wet from your orgasm, every part of you feels tired. Rafe pushes himself in so smoothly, moaning as your juices coat his heavy cock.  

“So wet and warm for me” Rafe happily sighs out. 

Every thrust is harder and harder, like he is trying to out fuck Topper or something. You feel like you can’t take it anymore, your cunt still sore from Topper.  

“Rafe slow” you beg, your voice is muffled with your face pushed against the mattress. Rafe scoffs, not slowing his pace.

“You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want with; you hear me?” Rafe snarls.  

He pushes you further into the mattress. “Your pretty holes are for me to fill every night” each word feels like a stab to your gut.  

He’s fucking into your soaking core with such force you feel like you are going to break.  

You wail into the mattress, your cries going unheard. The slapping of hips against your ass is loud in the room.

Topper jerks off hastily and sloppily to the scene in front of him, you hear his breathy moans, clearly enjoying Rafe’s abuse to your cunt.  

“You’re mine, right? My little slut?” Rafe lifts your head up to hear you speak.  

“Yes” your shaky voice barely audible between your cries.  

Rafe pulls out and flips you over and wraps his big hands around your neck, squeezing.  

“I make the decisions here” Rafe’s cock hits you at a certain angle that makes you see stars.  

“If I want you to fuck my friend and come all over his dick, you fucking do it”  

“I know what's best for you, you need me baby” Rafe breathing is shallow, you feel yourself clenching around his cock.  

Topper moans and groans are hard to ignore and are only getting louder in your ears.  

“Rafe” is all you can manage you feel yourself coming again, this time on your boyfriend cock. You moan out, reaching for Rafe to hold onto him, your legs shaking wildly.

“That’s my good girl, come on my fucking cock” you let out a heavy breath, all your energy is used up.

Your mind is slipping, your eyes close as you pass out.  

Rafe holds you close, his face in your neck as he comes inside you, making more of a mess in you. 

He groans into your neck. You don’t move a muscle; Rafe pulls out of you slowly.  

He watches as the mix of both your juices spill out of you. Topper curses as he comes in his hand, panting hard.  

“That shit was incredible Rafe, she’s incredible” Topper pants, still staring at you.  

“Get your own fucking girlfriend Top” Rafe says possessively.

“This” he points at you “was a one time thing” Rafe says, while cleaning himself up with the bedsheets and pulling his pants up.

“I'm just saying man” He puts his hands up in defense “She’s an amazing lay, probably the best I’ve had” Topper says slowly fixing himself up.

Topper and Rafe watch as you sleep, your breathing is slow and shallow.

“Yeah, she sure is, I'm never letting her go” Rafe says definitively.  

“She’s going to be pissed, you know” Topper half laughs not really caring if you’re pissed or not.

“She won’t remember a damn thing”  

“And If she does?” Topper questions rising an eyebrow at the blonde.

“We’ll blame it on the alcohol” Rafe smirks at his best friend running a hand through his hair.  

Rafe haphazardly cleans you off and tucks you in the bed, before leaving you alone to sleep this night off. 

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Only For Tonight (Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader x Topper Thornton)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, cuckolding, threesome, toxic relationship, non canon ages, drug use, underage drinking, pre established Rafe x reader

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​ | divider by @firefly-graphics​

➥ This can be read as a stand alone piece but it is technically the prequel to Wicked Games​​​​​​​​

summary: Rafe’s ego outweighs his jealousy when he decides to show you off one night, proving that best friends really do share everything. 

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You wistfully stared out of the window as your boyfriend drove by The Wreck, a sigh trapped deep down in your chest. You hadn’t been by there in so long, and the brief glimpses you got of your friends here and there weren’t enough. Or were they considered former friends now? Pope and John B had long given up on you, but JJ still reached out occasionally. Kie texted you every chance she could, and Sarah…

Sarah was the only one you saw on a regular basis.

You were dating her brother, after all.

You and Rafe had been unexpected for all parties involved. Nights spent at Sarah’s had you running into the blond man more often than usual, interacting with him more often than usual, and as it turns out, you hadn’t been imagining those lingering gazes and soft brushes of fingers along skin.

Rafe Cameron had been into you, and he’d made that clear under no uncertain terms.

You remembered how you had laughed, thinking he was joking. Even after he’d told you how serious he was, eyes dark and jaw clenched, you’d still laughed. Rafe Cameron? Into a Pogue? It sounded like a bad joke or even worse dare. You hadn’t given it anymore thought when you got home, but by the next day, you weren’t laughing anymore.

You didn’t laugh when flowers started showing up at your job, your boss and coworkers teasing you about your secret admirer. You didn’t laugh when notes started appearing on your car, a frown on your face at the surprisingly romantic words scrawled along the small cards. You definitely hadn’t laughed when you came home, and your mom excitedly showed you her new car.

That had been the last straw.

“So, you think you can buy me?” you had demanded of him at a party one night.

He’d snorted a small line of coke before rolling his head towards you, long lashes fluttering as he stared you down. His friends had made themselves scarce, grumbling and throwing you both nervous looks as they did. You hadn’t moved when he stood, getting close and personal as he leaned in.

“I told you that I liked you-.”

“…and this is how you show it? Flowers and gifts and cars?”

You sounded incredulous, and Rafe chuckled, shoving his hands into his pocket.

“Yeah, this is how I show it,” he’d said, face so serious that you frowned. “When I like someone, I do nice things for them. I spoil them and make their life easier and do what I can to see them smile.”

You’d been taken aback by that, lips parting as you were now forced to take him seriously. His brows were drawn together, blue eyes searching yours, and you suddenly felt…silly. You’d shuffled on your feet, clearing your throat as you had to accept that this was real.

Rafe liked you.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…oh.”

You had glanced away, face suddenly heating up and heart fluttering in your chest under his heated stare.

“I didn’t… Why?” you’d wondered, looking all sorts of confused.

You were a Pogue, so it was understandable. He’d shrugged, doing that thing with his face that told you he wasn’t quite sure himself.

“I just do,” he’d said. “…and I don’t think I can stomach the thought of you with someone who isn’t me, so…”

Somehow that had flattered you, and days later, you’d found yourself having a serious conversation with Sarah. She’d looked shocked, maybe even a bit worried, but she’d given you the ‘okay’. Telling you that as long as you were happy, she’d support it.

It had started slow. Going out to eat here, hanging out at the beach there, but all too soon, you were wrapped up in the whirlwind that was your relationship with Rafe Cameron. He started to consume every part of your life, and you hadn’t even noticed until Pope had harshly asked you when you’d remember they even existed.

You had felt horrible, like the worst friend, and you’d made up for it at first. You made the effort to divide your time between your old world and your new one evenly. It worked at first, but then Rafe started talking you into more parties you just ‘couldn’t say no to’, and getting you so drunk you’d forget all about meeting up with your friends or forcing you to come on his tongue for hours until you passed out from exhaustion.

Somehow, you’d started seeing them less and less until you just…didn’t.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Rafe’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned your head towards him just as a hand landed on your thigh. His fingers dipped underneath your skirt just a tad, grazing the skin there, and you smiled at him.

“Just thinking… Next time we go out, we should go to The Wreck,” you proposed.

It wasn’t the first time you suggested it as of late, and like before, you watched the way Rafe’s brows furrowed just a tad. He was facing the road again, and his jaw clenched before he looked back at you with a crooked smile.

“Next time…”

He’d said that before, and although you knew better, part of you hoped that he meant it this time. His general attitude towards Pogues was no secret, but you still hadn’t been prepared for how little you’d see your friends when you started dating. It was obvious that Rafe didn’t like you hanging out with them despite being one yourself, but you had initially written it off as nothing.

But now his world had taken over yours, and you didn’t even know how to go about fixing it.

The house wasn’t empty anymore when you finally made it back, Ward in the kitchen when you walked in. He was just hanging up the phone as you and Rafe set the takeout boxes down onto the counter.

“We brought you guys something to eat,” you told him.

There was a fond smile on the older man’s face at your words. You knew that he wasn’t your biggest fan with you being from The Cut and all, but you could tell there was some appreciation there for how much Rafe had mellowed out since dating you.

“Well, thank you, Y/N,” he replied, an emphasis on your name because nobody seemed to know Rafe better than his own father.

The two of you had argued in the restaurant for over 15 minutes over whether or not to get food for the rest of his family too. Clearly, you’d won. You threw him a sheepish look as he saw right through your original statement, and you went to put the food away as he pulled the blond into some discussion you’d rather not be present for.

“Look, Rafe, I just need you to do a little better, alright? Not just for my sake, but for poor Y/N’s too…”

You closed the fridge in time to meet Ward’s eye.

“…she can’t spend all her time looking after you,” he joked.

You gave a light chuckle at that, grimacing at the way Rafe rolled his eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mumbled, reaching for you as he made his way upstairs.

“You know Ward was just messing around,” you said as you moved through the dark hallway, trying to placate him.

He didn’t respond right away, a low sigh escaping him as he closed the door behind you. He pulled you against him, arm curved around your neck as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You both felt and heard him breathe you in.

“Yeah,” he quietly said, but it didn’t sound convincing.

It was amazing really how the man who Rafe strived so hard to seek approval from could put him in such a bad mood with only a few words. He pulled away from you to undress, reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt. He told more so than asked you to join him in the shower, and you were unsurprised when he kissed you halfway through.

His lips were eager, hungry, and when all of the soap ran down the drain, he reached back to turn the shower off. You were both still dripping when he guided you out of the bathroom, a giggle escaping your lips when his fingers tickled along your sides.

“Rafe,” you sighed, a moan tumbling out when he groped you.

Neither of you cared about getting his bed wet, only focused on being as close as possible. Rafe held you like a lifeline, not uncommon for him after any kind of confrontation with Ward. The older man always managed to get underneath his skin, and where Rafe used to cope with familiar white powder, he had replaced with you. You didn’t mind, never had. In fact, it made you feel good to know that it was you he sought solace in when his thoughts became too much.

You both moaned when he slid into you with ease, your fingers twisting into his hair, your teeth sinking into your lip. You wrapped your legs around him, holding him to you as he rutted into you, slowly curving his hips into yours. His muscles strained as he held himself above you, lips grazing along your skin before finding your own.

You were mindful of the fact that you were in a full house. Ward downstairs, Rose and Wheezie and Sarah in their rooms, no doubt. You always tried to be mindful, but you’d long discovered that Rafe liked knowing others could hear you. That others could hear what he was doing to you, and that every sound you made was because of him.

Your hands trailed to his neck, nails scraping along skin as they danced towards his chest. He kissed you again, swallowing your moans, his own groan filling your mouth when you clenched around his cock. Your toes curled at the way he stretched you, a small hiss escaping at a jerk of his hips. His hands found yours, threading your fingers together as he pushed them into the pillows on either side of your head.

“You know I love you, right?” he breathed into your mouth.

Your only response was a shaky nod, but Rafe wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Right…?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, knees bent when he pushed his own forward.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed, burying his face into your neck. “…and you love me, right?”

He had lifted his head, eyes boring into yours. The blue of them was piercing, paralyzing even as he stared you down. There was some desperation there that gave you pause, and your gaze softened, craning your neck to brush your lips against his.

“Of course, I love you, Rafe. I’ll always love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He paused in his movements, letting one of your hands go to reach and touch your face, fingers grazing your skin. His brows were drawn together, and his jaw ticked ever so slightly as he held your gaze. He studied your face, nose brushing yours.

“You promise…?”

“I promise,” you said without hesitation.

You felt Rafe shudder against you, fingers still on your face, and he ran his thumb along your lip before kissing you again. His hips resumed their movements, thrusting into you with a pace that made you gasp. Rafe wasted no time before tasting the inside of your mouth. He fucked you for what felt like hours, tasting you and basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. Every frustration he had against Ward he took out on you, teeth and fingers pressing into your skin.

And you were more than happy to let him.

When you finally came around him, you threw your head back, lips parted in a silent scream. Rafe had one hand pressed into your stomach, holding you down as you bucked underneath him. His other curled around the back of your neck, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your throat when he finally spilled into you. You clung to him as you both came together, breathing labored and chest heaving.

He had just rolled over to pull you against his chest when his phone went off. You groaned, about to tell him to ignore it when he grabbed it, giving you a quick glance of the screen. You rolled your eyes at the sight of Topper’s name, sitting up with a sigh. Rafe made a slight frown as he watched you put on some clothes, but he’d never ignored Topper before, and you knew he wasn’t going to start now.

The other guy’s voice filled the room as Rafe answered his FaceTime call, proving you right. He must have heard you because it wasn’t long before the sound of your name reached your ears.

“Is Y/N there?”

“Yeah,” Rafe answered, a small smirk on his lips, and you rolled your eyes again. “…but you can keep talking.”

It didn’t take a genius to catch on to the fact that they were talking about coke and any other drugs they could get for some party this week. Topper’s voice became like background noise, and you thought to yourself how the other blond always seemed to be around. You knew they were best friends before you started dating, Kelce too, but even Kelce seemed to somewhat have a life outside of Rafe.

Despite what Topper liked to repeat, you wondered if it was because he was still kind of hung up on Sarah. It wasn’t your place to say how he really felt about her because all that mattered was that to him, she was his first love. Unfortunately, John B was hers, and you and Topper were far from close enough to know what his thoughts really were.

Prepared to leave Rafe alone with what felt like the other person in this relationship at times, you made your way downstairs for something to drink.

You happily danced with some girl you’d befriended for the night. She was just as drunk as you, her boyfriend ditching her after some argument. At least, that was what she’d slurred to you, clearly having word vomit as she rambled. You’d listened intently, frowning at the fact that he just left her.

“Don’t worry,” she had waved you off. “…my friends are on their way.”

That had relieved you some, and she was more than happy to agree when you offered to hang out with her until they did. She was nice enough, and deep down, some part of you wondered if she still would be if she knew you weren’t a Kook. It was a thought you often had whenever you found yourself immersed in Rafe’s world.

You always felt like an imposter, like you were living a life that wasn’t actually yours. Your place here was conditional, and you knew it, and you knew that if it weren’t for Rafe, you wouldn’t get treated half as nice as you did. It was a thought that troubled you, but Rafe made it worth it.

You turned to look at the blond as he leaned against the wall with Topper and Kelce, a fond smile on his pink lips when his eyes met yours.

Of all the girls on this entire island, he chose you. It was daunting at first to say the least, but clearly Rafe saw something in you that he loved. That he wanted for himself, and eventually your skepticism had faded away to acceptance.

“…but I’m a Pogue,” you had said to Rafe one night after a date during the early stages of your relationship.

He’d bitten his lip, blue eyes glinting as he drank you in.

“Yeah, but I don’t care,” he’d replied, fingers touching your chin. “…you’re different.”

It had made you frown, not quite agreeing with his compartmentalization, but then he had kissed you and helped you out of the truck and taken you on one of the best dates you’d ever experienced. You looked away from him when the girl at your side said her goodbyes, relief filling you both when she joined her friends.

You stumbled your way towards Rafe, and he reached for you to help you the rest of the way. Kelce was gone, and you could feel Topper’s eyes on you both when you kissed him.

“New friend?” Rafe drawled, and you shrugged.

“Kind of. Her asshole of a boyfriend just left her,” you scoffed in disbelief. “She was all alone.”

“What a jerk,” Rafe chuckled.

“Where’d Kelce go?” you wondered since he’d just been here.

“He went chasing after some girl he’s been trying to get for weeks,” Topper answered with a laugh, bringing his beer up to his lips. “He’s got no shot.”

Rafe joined him, a grin on his own lips.

“50 bucks says he gets a drink thrown in his face,” your boyfriend said.

You rolled your eyes at them, looking away as Rafe’s hands slid over your waist, pulling you against him. Some girl was walking out of the kitchen with homemade cocktails, and you waved her over. If you weren’t mistaken, this was her house, and she confirmed it when she finally made her way to you.

“Careful,” she warned you when she handed you one. “You can’t taste the alcohol and that makes it dangerous.”

You thanked her for the warning, taking a sip as she waited to see how it turned out. The flavor was sweet on your tongue, and you complimented her with wide eyes. As you did so, you could hear Topper’s voice behind you. Low so you knew he was trying to whisper, but just loud enough to reach your ears.

“Y/N looks really good tonight…”

You frowned slightly at that, taking another sip as the girl told you what she’d put in the drink in case you wanted to make it sometime.

“You just noticed?” you heard Rafe chuckle, voice muffled slightly by his cup.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded offended on your behalf. You heard Topper hit his arm, a light scoff escaping him.

“She always looks hot, but you know what I mean,” his tone was light. “I’m trying to compliment your girlfriend, man.”

Rafe’s only response was a hum after a while, and when the other girl left, you turned to make him take a sip. Rafe didn’t like what he liked to call ‘girly drinks’, but he rolled his eyes and took a sip, nonetheless. As he did, your eyes accidentally met Topper’s, and you sent him an awkward smile. He didn’t return it right away, blue eyes boring into yours before the corner of his mouth eventually curved upwards.

It was another hour or so when the drugs finally came out. You weren’t surprised when Topper went to cop some, and Rafe briefly kissed you as soon as you’d finished your drink. His arms circled around your waist, pulling you closer while his lips grazed your ear.

“You want to head upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve been fighting a headache for about half an hour now,” you complained, and Rafe shook his head at you.

“Okay, grandma,” he teased just as Topper returned.

He and Rafe shared a brief look as he told Topper you guys were heading upstairs. Your hand was in Rafe’s as he led you up there, Topper behind you both as they joked about the girl Kelce was striking out with. All of the alcohol in your system had you stumbling a bit, Topper’s hand on your back steadying you, and even though you thanked him, you couldn’t help the slight frown that fell over your face.

               You and Topper were as close as you could be with you being Rafe’s girlfriend and all, but you couldn’t ever recall a time where he’d touched you. Not even to help you down some stairs. Rafe was always there, and he got jealous over the most harmless of things. You both knew that, and yet, Rafe didn’t look upset at all when he glanced back.

You couldn’t remember whose house you were in, the cocktail girl now faceless in your mind, but Rafe seemed to, at ease as he walked into an empty room. His hand was still in yours as he pulled you inside, and you faintly noted the sound of the door clicking shut as Topper closed it. You thought nothing of it, recalling the many times you’d gotten high with them in whatever empty room they could find.

Sometimes Kelce was present too, sometimes with Topper absent, but Rafe was always there.

You made your way towards the window, looking down at the yard with a light laugh. Some guy was being pushed into the pool, a harmless fight breaking out as he and the girl splashed each other. You could hear Rafe and Topper snorting a line or 2 behind you, and you turned when Rafe softly called your name. It dripped like honey from his lips.

He was holding his hand out to you when you faced him, sitting at the desk. Her jerked his head, motioning for you to come over. Topper was leaning against it, blue eyes meeting yours as you neared them.

“It’s all nice and neat for you just like you like,” your boyfriend mocked.

“Ha ha.”

Never in your life did you ever think you’d be used to snorting anything, but you didn’t make a habit out of it. Only doing so here and there, but always with Rafe around. That was the only time you even felt comfortable getting high. You didn’t trust anyone else.

A hand was in your hair as you leaned over and inhaled the small line, and when you sat up, you noticed that Rafe was making another line for himself…hands occupied. Your brows knitted, but when you looked over at Topper, he was already walking away.

Rafe snorted another line and pulled you against him as he stood. You laughed into his mouth as he kissed you, the display of affection with a present audience common. His hand reached down to grope you, and again, this wasn’t uncommon. However, you did jerk a bit when he tried to slip his hand into your shorts.

“Rafe!”

You laughed it off, but you did look at him like he’d lost his mind. He had never tried to go that far with anyone else present before.

“Topper’s right there,” you harshly reminded him. “Don’t be gross.”

He pulled you back when you tried to go back towards the window, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed his chest to your back.

“Topper doesn’t mind,” he mumbled, pressing kisses along your neck. “Right…?”

Topper was leaning back on the bed, watching you both with a shake of his head. Your frown deepened.

“Nope,” he said, popping the “P” with a small smirk dancing across his lips.

His gaze was unwavering, and you nervously scoffed.

“Well, I do, so…”

You went to move away again, but Rafe held you to him as he walked towards the bed. He turned you around, lips covering yours again, and you pushed at his shoulder. You tried to turn your head.

“Just pretend like he’s not there,” he groaned, tightening his arms around you.

“Rafe, come on,” you sighed, huffing when he gently pushed you onto the bed.

You bounced a bit, and you looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. You kept thinking to yourself that he couldn’t be serious. Surely the alcohol and coke had fried his brain or something, and you failed to move your foot in time as he reached for it, keeping you in place.

It was hard to ignore Topper’s gaze as Rafe slowly made himself comfortable on top of you, lips meeting yours before kissing his way down your frame, making you squirm. A sharp gasp escaped you when he nipped at your hip, his hand coming up to slide under your bathing suit top.

“Rafe,” you sharply said, trying to sit up, but the combination of alcohol and coke was making it really hard.

Everything seemed to hit you all at once, and you blinked a few times.

“Show Topper how pretty you are,” he moaned, teeth nipping at your thighs.

When Topper’s hand landed on your other leg, that was when you found the strength to sit up. You didn’t like this, and you told Rafe that.

“I don’t…I don’t like this,” you mumbled, trying to get off of the bed, but then Topper’s lips were on yours, making your eyes widen.

You had never once thought about kissing the other man, not even in passing, but you were still surprised at how soft his lips were. They pressed against yours, slightly bitter with the taste of beer, and his hand pressed into the mattress beside your hip as he moved closer. His breath mingling with yours made you gasp, eyes widening.

You pushed at him, looking at him in shock before your eyes fell to Rafe. But your so-called jealous boyfriend didn’t look it, at all. His blue gaze was focused intently on you, teeth still grazing over your skin, tongue darting out here and there. There was a sinking feeling in your gut, and you really wanted to leave.

“I’m going home-.”

Rafe’s hand on your jaw cut you off, and you looked at him with wide eyes as his nose brushed yours, dark blond strands touching your forehead. He’d moved so fast it made your heart skip a beat, and you swallowed at his tight hold on your face.

“Lighten up, yeah…? We’re having fun,” he slurred, a look in his eyes that made your heart race.

“I’m not.”

You tried to get away again, but Rafe was pushing you down, hands on your wrist as he pinned you down.

“Relax,” he drawled. “Show Topper how good you are.”

“Rafe, this isn’t funny-!”

A gasp left you when Topper’s lips descended over your chest. You didn’t even feel him pull the top down. His other hand was working it’s way into your shorts, and Rafe kissed at your throat as it did. Your mind was telling you what was happening, but you were having a hard time believing it was real. Some part of you was trying to convince yourself that somewhere along the way the coke and alcohol had knocked you out, and this was all a nightmare.

“Rafe, I don’t like this!”

You fought against them both, tears kissing your eyes as you furiously tried to sit up. You managed to slip away for a moment before Rafe was slamming you back down. Your head spun from the movement, and you kicked your feet as he pulled at your shorts. You were growing scared and desperate.

“You’re embarrassing me, babe,” he sighed with a chuckle, but it lacked humor, and you wanted to be sick.

Topper’s hands were on your legs, and Rafe moved towards your head, one hand on your shoulder while the other was under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. You could feel Topper settling between your legs, and your chest heaved. Rafe moved his mouth over yours, and you could hear the whisper of clothes falling to the floor.

“Be a good girl,” your boyfriend purred, eyes focusing on Topper now.

You followed his gaze, only briefly catching the sight of Topper hard and ready before settling between your legs. Your heart sank to your stomach, but everything coursing through your system made it hard to move. The room was tilting, spinning slightly, and your hands against Rafe weren’t doing much. You could feel Topper’s hands running along your legs, his unfamiliar touch making you cringe.

“You love me right…?” Rafe asked, lips ghosting over yours.

“Yes, but-!”

“…but what?”

Rafe’s voice was colder now as he stared into your eyes, and you shuddered when you felt Topper run his fingers over you. He played with your folds and swiped his fingers over you before pushing them inside. You whined, bucking against him in an effort to get him off, hands trying to push back at Rafe.

“You don’t think it’ll make me happy to see my friend happy?”

You couldn’t find the right words to respond to that, gasping as Topper curled his fingers into you. You heard him curse, and you felt his other hand pressing to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs. Your lashes fluttered, and Rafe pinned you down.

Your mouth parted into an ‘O’ shape as Topper began to push his way into you. He stretched you, sinking into you torturously slow. Your shaky gaze was focused on Rafe who seemed to be focused on where Topper was sliding into you. The other blond moaned when he filled you completely, remaining still for a moment to adjust. You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until your tears hit your ears.

Rafe shushed you, peppering kisses along your face as Topper pulled out before pushing his cock back into you.

“Show him how good you are for me, hmm?”

“No-.”

You were cut off when Rafe grabbed your wrists, pinning them beside your head and kissing along your throat. Topper’s heavy breathing reached your ears, and your back arched, chest pointing upwards as his cock stroked your walls. His unfamiliar hands were on your thighs, groping at them with a possessiveness that scared you. The more you accepted that this was happening, the more you cried.

When Rafe finally let you go, your relief was short-lived.

Topper caged you in completely now, his breath in your ear. His hands hooked underneath your thighs, hips snapping into yours. He slid into you with ease now, the sound of your involuntary arousal filling the room despite the muffled sounds of the party that could still be heard. You pushed at his chest, but he wasn’t budging, too caught up in the feel of you clinging to his length with every movement.

Your attention was drawn to the faint sound of Rafe standing. You watched in despair as he locked the door, the sound deafening in the room. The room was still swaying, and you felt so light and confused. The alcohol was fully settled in your system now, and it was warring with the coke. You slowly blinked, head lolling a bit to watch Topper move above you.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, and you couldn’t swallow down the small moan that left your lips. You watched his lashes flutter, blue eyes flitting between yours. You watched him swallow, breathing shallow as he continued to fuck you, an unreadable look on his face.

The bed dipped beside you as Rafe joined you again, fingers grazing your chin as he turned your head towards him. His shirt was gone, and he pressed his lips to yours. You could barely move them, weakly protesting as he kissed you. He hummed into it, fingers still on your chin as he turned your head towards Topper in time for his lips to meet yours too.

He was fervent as he moved his mouth against yours, moaning into it. His hand found your neck, fingers curling around the back as he held your head in place. You could hear Rafe undressing, and your movements were sluggish as you reached up to grab at Topper’s arms. His lips traveled down over your chin and to your neck, tongue darting out to taste you just as Rafe’s hand tangled in your hair.

There seemed to be some cue that you missed because Topper pulled out of you with a groan. You shuddered at the feel, weakly protesting again as Rafe grabbed you, kissing you before turning you over. That just made the room spin more, and your nails scraped the sheets while his hands settled on your hips. He entered you in one smooth thrust, and you gasped.

Even the familiar feel of his cock couldn’t make this better. You were so confused and hurt and scared. You started crying again, and you felt Topper wiping at your cheeks, gently shushing you as his hand ghosted over your face. Rafe pulled you up so that your back met his chest, sinking into you over and over. His hand wrapped around your throat, and his lips met your ear.

“You’re so pretty babe,” he whispered. “You should be proud that I want to show you off…show Topper how good you feel…how good you taste…”

At that, Topper’s mouth wrapped around a hardened bud, and you couldn’t swallow down the whine that left you. His hands found a place on your hips as he kissed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His teeth grazed your lower stomach before nipping at your hip as Rafe had done earlier.

You couldn’t get a good grasp of time, unsure if 30 minutes or an hour had gone by. They took turns, taking you apart underneath them and relishing in the sounds of your whimpers and moans. When Topper finally came inside of you, he’d gripped you so tight you were sure there’d be bruises. He had moaned into your mouth, and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from coming around him, walls fluttering against your will and thighs trembling.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’d hissed, and your fingers had twisted into the sheets.

“Doesn’t she feel good?” Rafe had said, sounding proud, and Topper had only moaned in response.

You were exhausted, barely moving at all when Rafe took his place, the alcohol on the verge of knocking you out completely. Your head lolled, and you murmured something unintelligible that Rafe quickly swallowed with a kiss. You could feel the mess you were making on the bed, every push of Rafe’s cock making a noise that would’ve embarrassed you had you been more lucid.

He slammed into you, teeth gritted and fingers twisting into the sheets beside your head. You were beyond sensitive from your first orgasm, shaking beneath him already. You squeezed your eyes shut when Topper reached down to brush his fingers over you, helping you along and making you clench down onto Rafe. You cried out, hanging onto Rafe’s arms, nails digging into his skin, unable to stop your hips from lifting to meet his.

His cock hit something in you that had you seeing stars, and your chest arched upwards.

“She’s so pretty when she comes,” you heard Topper murmur, fatigue clearly creeping up on him.

Rafe hummed in agreement, stilling against you, coming deep inside of you with a low moan. He looked tired too, and when he pulled out to collapse at your side, you couldn’t even find the strength to get up. Your lashes fluttered, and you ached, desperately wanting to leave as soon as you found the strength to. Rafe’s fingers grazed your own, and you couldn’t even pull them away, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, right now.

Darkness crept along the outskirts of your vision, and you could only exhale when Topper’s hand cupped your face, soft lips brushing over your tear-stained cheek.

~

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[pankowperfection]

Oh my gosh hi!! Could I please request something for Topper where he's maybe her bestfriend's older brother and he catches her in the shower? Maybe a bit of dark!Topper? Thank you so much!!!

Omg hi! sorry it too me so long to get to this. Hope you love it.

Warnings: smut, oral(fem receiving), dub con, dark!topper, 18+

Off Limits

God, I overdid it at that fucking party. I definitely smell like the mixed drink that touron sloshed all over me. I stumble up the stairs, not paying attention to what door I’m opening before I walk in.

The sight in front of me instantly sobers me up. After all these years waiting for y/n to notice me, I can barely believe my luck. She’s fully naked, steam filling the room as she massages shampoo into her hair.

The countless nights I'd spent fantasizing about her, how she'd feel underneath me while I fucked her senseless, what pretty sounds she'd make when I buried my tongue in her sweet pussy. Every dark desire I've ever had for my sisters best friend swirls through my mind, my resolve wavering with every passing second.

I take my time to appreciate her body while her back is turned to the door, each drop of water gliding down over her curves making me want to lick her everywhere. Blood rushes to my dick when she turns around, eyes still closed while she slides her soapy hands over her torso.

When her hands slip between her creamy thighs I lose the last bit of restraint, quickly peeling off my clothes as quietly as possibly. As she tips her head back to rinse out the bubbles I make my move, pushing my way into the shower and wrapping my arms around her.

“What the fuck?!” She screams, thrashing to get away from me and forcing me to bend one arm behind her, shoving her against the tile wall.

“Shhh, relax sweetheart. It’s me, Topper.”

"Top? What are you doing?"

She relaxes slightly in my hold, assuming she isn't in any danger but she couldn't be more wrong.

"Don't play dumb y/n," I whisper into her ear, her body reacting exactly how I'd planned. She shivers, unconsciously arching further into my touch. When she feels my hard cock pressing into her ass she whines, the sound like music to my ears.

"Ya know, I see the way you look at me. Always eye fucking me from across the room. So now, I'm gonna give you what you want. What we both want."

"I don't know what you're talking about Top, I'm s-sorry if I did something wrong."

She starts to shake, her eyes searching my face for something she won't find.

"Relax baby. Let me make you feel good. I bet this pretty pussy is dripping for me."

To prove my point I slide one hand down her body, my knee forcing her legs apart. When my fingers come into contact with her folds I grin in victory, she's so fucking wet. I tease through her pussy, gliding my fingers up and down agonizingly slow.

She starts to breathe heavier, eyes glazing over as her body gives in to the pleasure. "That's it baby, so fucking good for me."

When I bump her clit she moans, the sound going straight to my cock and making it twitch. I start to rub her little bud in circles, her head falling back onto my shoulder as her body winds tighter. I plunge two fingers inside and she gasps, eyes flying open to look at me while I stretch her out.

I let go of her arm, bringing my other hand up to rest on her throat. She swallows thickly, whimpers falling from her perfect lips when I start to curl my fingers inside of her.

"Top please," she begs and its the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

"Please what doll? Please stop or please don't?"

I don't get a response, her legs starting to shake as her orgasm races closer. Just when her walls start to flutter around me I stop, quickly pulling her ass backwards and burying myself inside her.

"Fuck y/n, so god damn tight." Her walls squeeze me like a vice, the urge to cum already forming low in my gut.

She braces herself on the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks from the stretch and overstimulation. I don't give her any time to adjust, I just can't resist any longer. I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard, her body shaking from the impact.

I'm mesmerized by the sight of her ass jiggling every time I slam inside, my pace picking up as our mixed moans fill the air. The need to feel her lips on mine, to taste her, is strong so after a few minutes of giving it to her nice and deep from behind I pull out.

I spin her around, lifting her up in my arms and pressing her against the wall. Her eyes are glued between us, staring open mouthed at my dick resting against her entrance. When she finally meets my gaze I push inside and she moans, nails digging into my shoulders at how the new angle feels.

"Don't stop. Please let me cum." Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging harshly when I hit her sweet spot. I purposefully slow my thrusts, making sure to angle my hips just right to keep making her clench around me.

She takes me by surprise, closing the small distance between us and crashing her lips to mine. She tastes even sweeter than I could've imagined, my tongue sweeping into her mouth as she hangs onto me tightly. I break away first, sponging kisses down her neck and quickly finding her weak spot.

"Oh shit," she curses, back arching further off the wall as her pussy starts to tighten around me. She reaches between our bodies, rubbing her clit and sending herself straight over the edge. I silence her screams with my mouth, swallowing her sounds as my balls start to tighten.

When her teeth sink into my bottom lip its game over. My cock twitches before I'm filling her up, struggling to keep us both upright as the pleasure washes through me. I give her a few final strokes before pulling out, setting her on her feet and watching as my cum leaks down her thighs.

I can't resist, dropping to my knees and throwing her foot onto my shoulder. She watches me closely as I kiss up her thigh, teasing my way around her swollen lips with my tongue. Her hand is in my hair again and god I love when she tugs it like that. I lick once from her entrance to her clit and she shudders, leaning into the wall for support.

She tastes like heaven, between her thighs quickly becoming my new favorite place to be. I want to watch her cum again and again. Two fingers probe her entrance before pushing inside, she moans at the sensations and my dick hardens once again. How would I ever get enough?

I lap at her clit, flicking it slowly with the tip of my tongue and loving how her body trembles each time. "God, just like that Top. Feels so good." She starts to rock her hips into my face, eager to take all the pleasure I have to give her.

"Come on baby, want you to come on my tongue." I suck her clit into my mouth, giving it gentle flicks with my tongue while I curl my fingers inside of her. She's ready to fall apart again in now time, thighs trembling before she soaks my face. I eagerly lap up every drop, licking every square inch of her sensitive flesh.

She pulls me back to my feet, pushing her tongue into my mouth and moaning at the mixed taste of our releases. "That was incredible, but this can't happen again. Your sister will kill me."

I laugh, caging her back against the wall once again. "You think one time was enough for me? No sweetheart. You're mine now and I don't care what she thinks. You better not ever wear panties in this house again. You understand?" She nods and I take the chance to leave, quickly toweling off before heading to my room, the taste of her still on my tongue.

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[st6rrrs]

DARK MOON | RAFE

CAMERON X TOPPER THORTON

please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))

Summary: y/n’s on an overnight school trip and she is forced to be partnered up with rafe Cameron and topper thorton Sarah’s brother and her boyfriend. The trip is not at all what she expects when rafe and topper decides to plan something.

Warnings: NON-CON,violence, dub-con, smut, breeding kink kind of, cursing, 18+... please let me know if I missed any.

MINORS DNI!!!

Characters: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thorton x Reader

A/N: this is my first ever time writing smut especially NON-CON so please be patient and thanks for reading 🙏

You roll you’re eyes as you walk behind rafe and topper to the hotel room carrying three heavy bags which rafe nor topper helped you with. they were whispering and laughing while you were trying not to fall over. you couldn’t just take the elevator because it was “out of order” so you guys were forced to walk up the stairs to the fourth floor.

“I would fuck her so hard man” topper says to rafe while laughing, you roll you’re eyes again, why the fuck did Mr. Steven’s have to assign you with two hormonal teenage boys.

“True that” they laugh as we make it into the hotel room, You shake you’re head , huff, and throw you’re stuff down on the bed. Pulling your phone out checking the time 8:47pm , when you realized that there was only two beds. You hoped that the two boys would sleep in the same bed as each other.

“Bro there’s only two beds” rafe mentions to topper. “ well there’s no fucking way I’m sleeping in the same bed as you” topper said while looking at you.

“Yo y/n” you turn around to look at both rafe and topper stand side by side “what?” “Which one of us would you rather sleep with?” Topper says “excuse me?” “Like sleep, like take a nap with” topper laughs looking at rafe “unless you would rather do the other thing too”. Rafe tries holding in his laugh but fails terribly.

“Uhm no and I don’t know” “why cant you guys just share the bed together?”

“Why cant you just pick one of us?” Rafe says getting frustrated. You sigh “ugh fine rafe i guess” you say as you turn back around to get your night clothes out.

“Why rafe?” Topper ask “cause it would be weird to share a bed with your friends boyfriend” you say as you’re still picking out you’re clothes. “but you’ll sleep with her brother?” Your starting to get angry why the fuck are they pestering you about why you picked who you picked topper should be happy you didn’t pick him.

“Listen you guys told me to pick someone and I picked someone now leave me the fuck alone” you says as you gather ur clothes and walk towards the bathroom walking in and locking it behind you

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Rafes pov

As y/n walks to the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself but look her up and down you weren’t gonna lie she was hot. You turned to topper almost immediately.

“Bro that’s what I need to get my hands on” rafe says to topper

“Who y/n?”

“Fuck yeah didn’t you just see her she is fine as shit” “ I needa fuck that” topper looked at you like you were crazy at first but then started thinking about it,

“I mean yea you could say that”

“Listen top I gotta plan and you’re gonna like it since Sarah ain’t putting out”.

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Y/n’s pov

As you finished putting you’re shorts that barely covered you’re ass and you’re crop top you heard them mumbling about something out there but you didn’t really care so you just ignored it. You were honestly exhausted from today all the walking and talking you had to do, you just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up

As you walk out the bathroom rafe and topper are already in bed they both immediately look at you as you walk over to rafe getting in the bed climbing over him to get to the other side of the bed as you get under the covers you feel one of rafes hands on your thighs squeezing it hard probably bruising it.

“Oww rafe what the fuck is wrong with you”

“Shut the fuck up y/n” rafe basically yells at you gesturing topper over here. You try to get up but rafe climbs on top of you pinning you’re shoulders down onto the bed beneath you looking at you with hunger while you look up at him with fear and confusion, topper walks over with the same looking eyes as rafe.

That’s when you felt something poke you between your legs rubbing against you’re cunt it felt good but you didn’t want you. You tried pushing him off but he was far stronger than you

“Listen y/n this is either gonna go one way or another” “ you’re not gonna fight us I really don’t wanna hurt you’re pretty little face” some tears fell out you’re eyes as you looked at rafe then topper. You smacked rafe on his cheek he looks back down on to you and grabs you’re throat choking you while taking you’re shorts off then throwing them across the room

“god she’s so pretty when she cries isn’t she top?”

“Gorgeous”

“Top get your ass over here stop standing there looking retarted” “help me get her shirt off”

Topper rushes over and pulles you’re shirt off while rafe pulles your underwear down sticking two fingers in you’re cunt going in and out repeatedly, you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling.

“You’re wet for someone who doesn’t want it” rafe smirks.

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Topper laughs while throwing my bra across the room and starts sucking on my hard nipples I moan loudly making rafe laugh.

Rafe pulls his fingers out and pulls down his shorts and underwear

“Rafe… no stop please” he moves his tip through my folds then Lining his tip with my entrance

“Topper stop” you push him but he’s not moving rafe grabs your throat then pushing into you thrusting in and out slow at first but starting to speed up.

Topper pulls down his shorts and underwear and shoves his dick in you’re throat making you gag repeatedly

“Fuck y/n ,you’re so tight” rafe groaned, tears coming out you’re eyes as you’re still gagging on toppers cock.

Rafe notices you start to zone out so he grabs you’re jaw

“Look at topper well you’re choking on his dick”

You do what he says cause you’re to scared to see what happens when you don’t listen.

“Good girl. Keep them teeth back." Topper fills your mouth, unable to breathe as he fucks your throat hard, You gag, trying to keep your teeth back as he takes what he wants. You're getting dizzy. Droll drips down your chin. Topper is stretching out your mouth and Rafe pinches your nose shut.

Why were you enjoying this? You hated them. But you'd always secretly fantasized about being used. You just didn't plan on it being Rafe and Topper.

Topper finally pulls out of your mouth and lets rafe finish as he walks to the bathroom turning on the shower and closing the door.

Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days. You cum with a scream, your nails biting into rafe’s shoulders as an ungodly amount of liquid gushes from you. You hear a laugh and a curse, your body going limp as you drop your head back down onto the pillow.

“You fucking squirted all over me.” You barely register rafe’s words as he slams in hard one last time, panting as he releases inside you. he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my chest.

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey that he brought in his luggage.

Rafe sits across from my numb body and watch me recover

you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”.

#rafe smut #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron smut #topper thorton smut

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Note: Ten hottest live-action characters, part nineteen. Frenchie’s great. Not one, but two characters commented on how upset he would be to find out he missed Herogasm. I wish I missed it. :( 

10. Robert Montague Renfield (Nicholas Hoult) from Renfield 

Cutie, aside from the whole live entomophagy thing. 

9. Jacob Rose (Oscar Nuñez) from Lucky Hank

Get yourself a man who’ll appreciate your confusing poetry then eff you on his desk. 

8. Topper Thorton (Austin North) from Outer Banks

Jealous but (initially) patient boyfriend who actually goes goblin mode. 

7. Salesman (Gong Yoo) from Squid Game 

Too cute to wear a mask. 

6. Kevin Bernard (Anthony Anderson) from Law & Order 

I don’t watch this show regularly, but he’s so soft looking. 🥺

5. Zach (Kyle Gallner) from The Walking Dead 

Was no one going to tell me Gallner was in TWD?? 

4. Frenchie (Tomer Capone) from The Boys

“He loves to be punished when he’s bad. It makes him hard.” 

3. Tyler Galpin (Hunter Doohan) from Wednesday 

Pretends to be a nice guy, while actually bloodthirsty, and transforms into a grotesque monster. 

2. Lalo Salamanca (Tony Dalton) from Better Call Saul

Remember when he had a fender bender with that guy at the north gate? I want Lalo to [REDACTED] all over my face and neck like that milkshake on that guy.

1. Jim Chee (Kiowa Gordon) from Dark Winds 

Are actual FBI agents this husbandable? Him and Agent Cooper, man… 

Note: Previous part.

#Jim Chee #Lalo Salamanca #Tyler Galpin #Frenchie #Zach #minors do not interact #Kevin Bernard #Salesman #Jacob Rose #Renfield #Dark Winds #Better Call Saul #Wednesday #The Boys #Walking Dead #Law & Order #Squid Game #Outer Banks #Lucky Hank #Renfield 2023 #Kiowa Gordon #Tony Dalton #Hunter Doohan #Tomer Capone #Kyle Gallner #Anthony Anderson #Gong Yoo #Austin North #Oscar Nuñez

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 1)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader  / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, drugs 

Series summary: Y/N Whitfield is the Princess of the OBX. Her parents have more money than any other family on the Figure 8. She’s constantly with her best friend Topper who has secretly been in love with her since his break up with Sarah after Midsummers. Little does Y/N know that a certain Pogue has been crushing hard for her since last summer. 

A/N: I originally wrote this in 3rd person and changed it so if there are some missed mistakes so sorry! Enjoy :) 

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You stand in front of your mirror in the foyer, fidgeting with your white dress. It's not exactly awful, but it's not great either. If your mom didn't make you wear it, you much rather wear something else. Better yet, you rather be on Topper’s boat with him somewhere. You don’t mind parties, but sometimes they can be so tedious.

"Are you sure I look okay?" You ask your older brother, Rhett, as he passes by toward the front door. You fidget with your updo. You hate wearing your hair up like this, all formal. You’re the “windows down, hair down” type. 

"Yeah, why wouldn't you?" He shrugs indifferently.

"I don't know. I don't usually wear white," you mumble still caught up on your reflection.

"It's the Labor Day Gala, everyone's wearing white," he reminds you, adjusting his cufflinks. "The last hurrah to summer!"

"Don't remind me," you grumble with a subtle roll of your eyes. "We all look like members of a cult."

Your older brother chuckles as he heads toward the door to their parents in the car. "You're not wrong."

The Labor Day Gala, the last social event of the summer. The Club hosts, obviously, as they do everything else. Labor Day is less bearable than Midsummer because it's the last of many events, one's battery is completely drained. You're known as the Princess of the OBX. Sarah Cameron, one of your best friends, used to be the Princess of the Figure 8. She lost the title when she ditched the Kooks for a group of Pogues.

You’re constantly surrounded by your closest friends, Topper, Rafe, and Kelce. Your best friend is Topper. You’ve been inseparable since you were kids. You’re rarely seen on the mainland or outside Figure 8 for that matter. Your parents have more money than God. Your brother, Rhett is going to Clemson in the fall. You have the entire world at your feet and know it too. You’re what most people would call "untouchable" and that's exactly how you like it.

Your family arrives at the Club just behind the Thortons. Recognizing the car before his mom even stopped for the valet, Topper is chomping at the bit to see you. You all climb out of their Mercedez, no one more eagerly than you once you see Topper standing by the doors. He immediately waits for you while his mother goes ahead, brushing down his white linen suit jacket. When he turns over his shoulder to find his best friend, his lips part in awe. He never fully gets used to how stunning you are. They've known each other their whole lives, but even a lifetime isn't enough to cope with his affection for you.

You’re already irritable and don’t hesitate to express your needs to your closest friend. "I need a drink," you grumble under your breath.

"That makes two of us," Topper chuckles, offering his arm to you.

"Preferably something that even if I spilled it on myself it wouldn't show." You accept the gesture and the two enter the mahogany-covered lobby of the Club. The white attire contrasts the otherwise dark decore and romantic dim lighting.

Topper glances down at you beside him as you two walk, taking notice of the thin fabric hugging your body. "Your dress is pretty sheer, it might become see-through if you do get something on it."

"Oh great," you sigh. "A constant lingering threat of a wet-dress contest. As if wearing wedges on uneven grass wasn't stressful enough."

"You'll be fine," Topper assures you with a soft smile.

"Don't jinx me!" You tug at his sleeve right as they step outside to the patio where most of the party has gathered.

"You look exquisite nonetheless," Topper compliments quietly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As a waiter carrying a tray of champagne walks by, Topper grabs two flutes for the pair.

"I hope so," you fuss, taking a glass from Topper. "This strapless bra is close enough to a corset I ever hope to get!"

Topper raises his brows, biting down on his lower lip. "Strapless, huh? Sounds rather appealing."

"Head out of the gutter," you smirks, taking a sip of your drink.

"Apologizes," he not so honestly states.

"Have you spoken to the boys? Are they here yet?" you wonder, glancing around the grassy area around the Club.

"Rafe is on his way and Kelce is out my the course with his parents." He leans in closer to you to whisper in your ear. "Flask of coconut Bacardi in his suit pocket."

"God bless," you mumble, in dire need of a little pick-me-up. It's ten times more difficult to make it through these things without at least a buzz.

Topper downs the majority of his drink with a hiss. He offers his hand to you. "Wanna dance?"

You follow suit and place their flutes on a nearby window sill. "Why not," you shrug.

Topper wants any excuse to touch you or even be close to you. You may be oblivious to it, but Topper would fall to his knees and do anything for your undivided devotion. __________________________________________________________________ Well into the evening, Topper and you may have danced a hundred times. Once Rafe arrived, the evening became more energetic. As per usual, you are surrounded by your trio of bodyguards.

After you and Rafe finish a dance, you go to fetch another drink from the bar. Rafe, being ever the gentleman, offers to get one for you. Then, Topper offers to accompany you, disliking the idea of you being alone. Yet, you tell them you could use the minute of fresh air, away from the dance floor.

You approach the freestanding bar on the golf course grass, just a few yards from the busy dance floor and banquet tables. Little do you know that a certain Pogue has had his eyes on you all night. JJ Maybank isn't the sort to be at a loss for words, but when it comes to you, he can never form a sentence around you. He's only seen you around a handful of times this past year and is always too afraid to approach you.

He remembers the exact moment he first saw you. He's liked others since then, but his mind consistently wanders back to you. Despite not knowing you, certain things remind him of you. One time, when he saw you laying out at the Cameron's pool while he was out on the HMS Pogue. You wore a navy bikini, now whenever he sees a blue bathing suit he thinks of you, which is at least a million times. You have waved and smiled at him on occasion when he's helped out John B at the Cameron's. Every time, JJ gets too flustered and forgets how to function. He knew you’d more than likely be here tonight which is why when Pope mentioned an opening on the catering staff, JJ jumped at the opportunity. JJ won't let another summer go by without at least talking to you. He'll go mad if he does. You may not know he even exists, but that doesn't matter. He has to know you.

You wait your turn as an older gentleman steps away from the bar with his drink. You step forward, ready to make your request to a stunned JJ. "Hey, could I get something that's clear? Literally, anything that's strong and clear." JJ stares at you with raised brows. Internally his mind is as sorted as vegetable soup. "Are you okay?" You question with a grin.

Upon hearing your voice again, JJ snaps out his daze and stammers. "Uh.... yeah, yeah, sorry. Uh, vodka martini?" He tries to play it off cool.

You giggle, "I'm trying to relax, not end up in the ocean!"

He made you laugh! JJ chuckles amazed that he could make you laugh. He wishes he could hear it again. "Okay, how about a vodka tonic?" He suggests, much more relaxed this time.

"Perfect, thank you," You wink.

'Geez, could she be any more perfect?' JJ thinks to himself.

"One vodka tonic coming right up, Miss," he declares, already reaching for the ingredients.

"Miss?" You raise a brow as you cross your arms on the bar top. "Haha, I understand you're required to use formalities, but it's just us, so feel free to be yourself."

‘Okay, be myself,’ JJ thinks as he makes up your drink. ‘Hi, I’m JJ. You’re Y/N Whitfield, the most popular girl in the OBX. So listen, I’ve been crazy for you for over a year now and I think we should be together. Have we ever talked to each other? No. Do you know who I am? No. Do I have absolutely anything to offer you? A fat nope.’

You feel a hand glide down your back to wrap around your waist. You glance up to find Topper appearing beside you. You lean into his side, welcoming the action. The boy smirks down at you, glad to have you close again. "How are we doing over here?" He questions, placing a quick peck to your temple.

JJ rolls his eyes subtly, despising the sight of Topper all over you. He's seen you together before, which doesn't make the view any less disgusting. He doesn't understand what you could possibly see in the asshole.

"Fine, just ordered another drink," you explain nonchalantly.

"Looks like they scrapped up as many Pogues as possible for this thing." Topper comments, giving JJ a slight glare. One whiskey on the rocks," the Kook Prince adds as a request. JJ swallows his tongue. If you weren't here, he'd make a smart comment back at Kook. Topper changes the subject. "Have you seen your brother anywhere?"

"I think I saw him with our dads on the patio smoking cigars, why?" You inquire with furrowed brows.

"Cool, cool..." The boy nods as scans the surrounding area for eavesdroppers. He brushes your hair over your shoulder and brings his lips against your ear in a whisper. "Rafe just got all of us some good stuff in the locker room. Meet us there in ten?" He plants a kiss to your neck because he can, making you blush.

JJ sees Topper’s action and quietly growls to himself. He wants more than anything to be the one that gets to kiss you. ‘Lord, give me the strength to not toss this lemon juicer at this pin head,’ he internalizes as he rushes to finish Topper’s drink.

Topper’s face lingers close to yours as you hum with a smirk on your lips. "Yeah, sure."

It takes every bit of Topper's will to not kiss you for real. He's constantly restraining himself for the sake of their friendship. He keeps telling himself that he needs to get over you, that you’re just friends. Yet, when he lies awake at night your face is what invades his thoughts.

"One whiskey on the rocks," JJ grumbles, interrupting the pair's moment.

Topper huffs, internally cursing JJ for his untimely announcement. "Thanks," Topper hostility remarks as he picks up his glass. He turns back to you and places a kiss on your cheek. "I better go find Rhett. See you soon, Beautiful."

"Okay, I'll find y'all," you smile as Topper reluctantly leaves you. Once he's gone, you turn back to the bar contently. After a couple of seconds of watching JJ making your drink and him screaming inside, you break the silence.  "You're JJ, right? You're friends with the guy who works for the Cameron's, John B?"

'Holy shit! Holy shit, she knows my name!' JJ thinks to himself. Stopping his actions to glance up at you.

You giggle at his bewildered expression which makes him realize he's become a statue. He quickly continues to toss ingredients into the glass. "Uh yeah, yeah I am."  

"Is this your first time working a club event?" You ask, making small talk.

"I've worked one or two, but this is my first of the summer. My friend Pope helped me out," JJ explains, slowly starting to feel like a functioning human again.

"Oh yeah, I know Pope!" You nod enthusiastically. "His dad usually the cater for these things."

"Your vodka tonic," JJ slides your drink across the bar to you.

You sigh with relief. "Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver! I'll see you later, JJ," you wave before you step away.

The boy smiles like a lovesick puppy, over the moon that he could please you. He watches as you walk away, despite the line of guests eager for drinks. He takes note of your perfectly tanned skin. He thanks God for backless dresses. What he would give to run his fingers down your spine, to simply touch you. He bets it's as soft as silk. Then again, he also wonders if he would ever be worthy enough to touch an angel. ___________________________________________________________

You shake your head repeatedly, spinning on your heels to face the boys behind you. "No! No! I vote we take Top's out tomorrow!"

"I vote that we go golfing instead," Topper votes as he takes another hit of his joint before handing it to you. His hand lingers over your’s longer than necessary as he eyes his friend up and down.

"Ew! I hate golfing. It's like watching paint dry," you frown in disgust, not paying attention to Topper's wandering eyes.

"Okay, one more hit," you declare as you widen your eyes for Topper to stare into. "How bad are my eyes?"

"Gorgeous as ever," Topper compliments with a grin.

"You know that's not what I meant," you giggle, shoving Topper on the shoulder playfully.

"I have another idea of what we could do..." Rafe wiggles his eyebrows at you

"In your dreams Cameron," Rhett shoves his buddy in the shoulder with a chuckle.

"You're not wrong," Rafe insinuates with a mischievous smirk.

"Alright!" Rhett laughs, despite hating how Rafe talks about his little sister. "Enough of that!"

"Geez, I'm fried," you announce with a snicker as you nearly stumble toward the exit of the locker room.

Topper rises from the bench to assist his best friend. His hands grip your waist as he walks behind you to the door. He presses his chest to your back as you swing open the door. Topper holds the door for you as you step out without looking. You spin to face him and the boy reaches to catch you with a chuckle.

"Watch out Topper!" You warn as you spot a waiter approaching with a tray full of filled wine glasses.

"Oh shit!" Topper pulls you into his chest right before the waiter bumps into you. You two laugh as you grip the lapels of his suit. He peers down at you admiringly. "Haha, maybe we should go back in for a little longer, Princess?"

"My parents... they'll... they'll probably wonder where I am," you mumble between bits of laughter.

"We'll just say we went for a walk on the beach," Topper shrugs, willing to do anything for a few minutes longer with you.

"Y/N!" Sarah calls as she turns to the corner toward the boisterous pair. "There you are! I was looking-"

"Have you seen my parents?" You question, unable to control your laughter.

As you turn toward Sarah, Topper plays with the ends of your hair that rest against your bareback. After a few seconds, he simply glides his fingertips up and down your spine. He finally rests his hand dangerously close to your butt, squeezing your hip. He would never say it out loud, but he's overly affectionate toward you when Sarah is around. He's loving toward you anyway, but he does it purposefully in front of Sarah to get to her. He's well aware of how much Sarah hates your relationship with him, not because of their past or because you’re her best friend. No, Sarah hates it because she doesn't trust Topper, but you do.

Sarah's eyes land on Topper's hand gripping your waist but quickly snap them back to your face. "Uh, yeah, they're talking to my parents in the Ocean Room. Why? What's up?"

"I was uh..." you struggle to form a proper sentence. you point to the door behind her in a wave. "I was just in the locker with Rhett and the boys."

"Ohh noo," Sarah mumbles, giving Topper a swift glare.

"Calm down, Sarah," Topper mocks her. "We're just having a bit of fun!"

"Yeah, where were you?" You whine, reaching for her friend's hand.

Abruptly, the locker room door swings open behind Topper, nearly bumping into him. Rhett and Rafe stumble out in a fit of laughter. Heads turn in the hallway, but the boys don't care to notice.

"Top! Y/N! You guys need to come see what Kelce just did!" Rhett laughs, grabbing Topper's wrist. The boy is quickly tugged into the locker room, Rhett and Rafe following after him, completely forgetting about you.

You swallow hard, suddenly dying of thirst. "I... um... I could use another drink. Do you think you could come with me to the bar?" you ask Sarah.

Sarah places a hand on your shoulder comfortingly and as a guide. "Yeah! Yeah, of course!"

"I really just need to stay away from my parents until I come down a little," you worry as the two begin to head outside.

"Okay, we'll get you a drink. Then go find a place to sit," Sarah concludes responsibly with a reassuring smile. Inside, she worries for her friend. This is far beyond the first time she's seen you this way, but it never gets less worrying. She trusts you, just not her choice in friends. At the end of the day, you are too trusting and kind in Sarah's mind. You'd never hurt a fly or say no and that doesn't work well around arrogant rich boys.

As you and Sarah approach the bar, JJ notices you two almost immediately. You look different than you did before, still gorgeous but no doubt buzzed off of something. The way you lean into Sarah is an evident sign.

"Hey JJ, could we have a glass of water?" Sarah requests, positioning you to lean against the bar.

“Not water,” you correct and look to JJ. “I want that martini you talked about.”

“Water, please JJ,” Sarah repeats, trying to keep you in order.

"Yeah," he nods frantically, already moving to prep it. "Everything okay?" He questions, already predicting the answer as he glances at you.

"Yeah, she's just had a little too much of something," Sarah answers vaguely.

"Y/N!" Rafe shouts as he strolls over with Topper and Kelce, having lost your brother at some point.

"Not now, Rafe!" Sarah remarks defensively, holding out her arm to block you from him.

"How is the Princess of the OBX?" Topper inquires, purposefully moving to the opposite side of you and slinging an arm over your shoulders to piss off Sarah. "Having fun yet?"

"I'm having a blast!" You giggle and turn to Topper enthusiastically. As you press your back against the bar, Topper grips the bar top on either side of you, enclosing you. JJ subtly observes as Topper towers over you like a dark cloud of bad influence while you peer up at him with innocent eyes. “We should go for a swim tonight!” You declare, placing your hands against Topper’s chest.

“Anything you want, my Princess,” Topper smirks, planting a quick peck to your forehead before announcing to the group. “I agree with Y/N! I think we should go for a swim later! My place!”

Rafe and Kelce cheer in agreement, making Sarah even more pissed off, if possible.

"What did you guys do?" Sarah hisses at her brother and his friends.

"Just smoked a little, no biggy," Rafe shrugs nonchalantly. "Tried to get you to do a line, she refused."

"Duh, coke isn't exactly the best thing in the world," Sarah huffs at her older brother.

"I don't know, I think it is," Rafe laughs mockingly.

Sarah scoffs, pressing her palm to her brother's chest. "Just go away, you reek of weed!"

"You're such a priss, Sarah, you know that?!" Rafe barks, a little too loudly and gathers some attention.

"Geez, I'm getting all spiny all of a sudden," you mutter to yourself.

"Woah!" Topper grips your waist before the girl can slip. "you okay, Princess?"

"I'd take you home, but I rode with my parents, and if I ask for the car they'll ask questions," Sarah rushes out, worriedly.

"My shift is ending soon actually..." JJ announces. Everyone's eyes flicker to him, even Rafe's who just glares at him in confusion. JJ inhales nervously. "John B is coming in the boat to pick Kiara, Pope, and me. We can give you a ride." After no response from anyone, he rocks on his heels and internally kicks himself for speaking up. "Just a thought..."

“As if I would ever let you anywhere near Y/N,” Topper barks.

"Okay," you agree to the idea.

Sarah shakes her head, "I don't think-"

"Y/N, I don't think so," Topper sternly declines. "I'll go get my mom's car and drive you home!" Before you or anyone can object, Topper and the boys head toward the Club to fetch the car.

"Y/N, there's no way I'm letting you get into a car where Topper is driving!" Sarah expresses. "He's completely out of it."

"Just tell my parents that Kiara drove separately and we left together because she wasn't feeling well," you instruct Sarah, out of breath. "I'm going with JJ."

This is a Y/N Sarah can recognize, responsible and put together. You’ve had wild nights but still manage to function through them.

"Are you sure?" Sarah checks worriedly, looking to JJ for reassurance.

JJ nods at Sarah, giving her confidence that he'll take care of her.

"Yeah, I just need to sit for a minute or something and I don't want my parents to see me," you explain, still kind of out-of-mind.

"Okay, but I'm walking you to the boat," Sarah complies.

JJ steps around the bar. "Let me take her," he offers, already slipping an arm around you. Sarah passes you off and begins toward the docks, checking over her shoulder to make sure you and JJ are close behind.

As JJ's fingertips glide across your back and to the thin fabric hanging on your waist, he inhales sharply. It may not be the circumstances he dreamed of, but JJ can't help but be amazed to feel you against him.

The trio arrives at the dark dock a few yards down the beach from the party. John B finishes tying up the boat as he hears them approaching. When he glances up, his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "Sarah? Y/N?"

"Hey John B!" You greet with a warm smile as though you two have been best friends forever.

Behind the trio, Kiara and Pope approach, eager to get far from the Figure 8.

"Can we go? I'm over these Kooks acting pompous," Pope huffs as he marches down the dock.

"Are we ready to-" Kiara stops herself as she notices you on JJ's arm. "What are you guys doing here?"

"My brother is an asshole and I think he gave her a joint that was laced with something," Sarah explains with a deep exhale. "Usually, she can handle her drinks and stuff better than this."

"We're taking her home," JJ adds, leading you toward the small boat.

As JJ holds onto you by the waist, John B takes your hands. You climb on rather steadily, despite your intoxicated state. He leads you over to the floor in front of the bench to rest upon. Sarah isn't wrong, this is the most out-of-it you have felt in a while and the girl's tolerance has grown significantly the last year since hanging out with Rafe more. JJ jumps effortlessly and sits down against the bench to be near you. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy. JJ feels his heart climb up to his throat as bites down on his lip to hide his grin. Now is not the time to be gushing.

Kiara climbs onto the boat behind JJ and kneels in front of you. "Y/N, is anyone at your house right now?" She questions as she places a hand on your knee worriedly.

You shake your head, your eyes still shut. "No, everyone is here."

"If she's having a bad trip, it wouldn't be the best idea to leave her alone," Kiara determines, glancing at each individual, including Sarah who remains on the dock.

"Kie is right, let's take her back to the chateau with us," John B declares, starting up the engine.

"I'll be over as soon as I can to check on her," Sarah announces, helping out by untying the boat from the dock.

John B is quick to leave the dock, working quickly to get you safely to his house.

You bring your hand up to your mouth, politely covering a yawn. "Thanks, guys, I know this wasn't exactly on the itinerary for the night."

"You're all good, Y/N. We've all been there," John B assures you.

"Rafe Cameron has slipped you something?" You snicker, lifting your head off of JJ's shoulder, much to his disappointment. He's happy when you remain close to him despite being alert again. Having your side pressed against his eases his nerves more than he can express.

"Ha, not exactly," John B chuckles as he focuses on the water ahead. "But we're all had a bad trip."

"Geez, he's a dick!" JJ loses it for a second, clenching his jaw.

"Yeah," you nod with a slight chuckle at the boy’s sudden burst, not denying it. "Sometimes."

"Why are you friends with him anyway?" Pope frowns.

"I'm not 'friends' with him. I just hate conflict," you describe as everyone has their eyes fixated on you. Even John B glances back at you now and again. "I'm friends with Topper, Sarah, Kelce, and those guys. Rafe is just always there."

"A Kook who hates conflict, sounds contradictory," Kiara comments bitterly across from you.

"Sure I'm a Kook," you shrug with a smile, accepting the stereotype. "But I'm not a Kook in the usual sense. My priorities are completely different than those of my friends and their families. Yeah so, I live on the Figure 8 and like nice things, but none of that matter most to me."

"What does?" JJ breaks his silence with a mutter.

You turn your focus to him, your faces now mere inches apart for the first time. JJ feels his heart skip a beat as soon as your gaze meets his own. You sober up immensely as your pulse begins to race suddenly starring into the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Your lips part to answer his question, but nothing comes out. The pair don't notice, but the others look at one another with wide eyes as they watch you and JJ stare at each other. The Pogues knew right then and there, things were about to change whether You and JJ knew it or not.

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Silver Keys - Ch. Four

JJ Maybank x OC x Topper Thorton // Soulmate AU

warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing

notes: HI! I rewrote the ending of this ch. instead of finishing my Industry paper. I really hope you liked it :) Let me know what you think!!

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JJ never liked his birthday. It was just the weight of the day and the pressure to make it memorable. It was never something he could give himself. He didn’t like to make a big deal about it either. It was easier that way. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate what his friends did for him, he really did.

JJ remembers for his 16th birthday his dad was passed out drunk the whole morning and Pope came and picked him up and they went surfing all day. Later they stayed at John B’s, sang happy birthday, and had brownies, his favorite. He had found out later that Kie and June had baked the brownies themselves. It was the best birthday he had ever had.

JJ’s birthdays were always a fight with his dad. Like a sad yearly tradition that left him more bruised than the day before. The day reminded his dad of his mom and how they weren’t in love anymore and that she left him. That’s JJ, the constant reminder of the shitty world they live in.

His mom left them both. JJ always clarified that. If his dad got to be bitter and drink himself to death, then JJ got to be upset about it. Even just a little.

He hadn’t lived with his dad in a few years, only stopping in once and a while to make sure he wasn’t dead, had paid the bills, and kept food in the fridge. He didn’t deserve it, but not doing it made JJ feel guilty.

JJ had made it clear to his friends that he didn’t want to draw attention to his birthday this year.

“We’re not doing any party shit, okay? I just wanna go surf.” He had said Sunday. No one argued, but Kie did insist they at least go to The Wreck Friday for dessert. They all agreed and would stay over at the chateau to get to the beach the following morning. That was before June stood him up for surfing. And before she said she’d go out with Topper Friday night. Pope seemed to be on her side which was just the icing on his sad, sad birthday cake. He said as such to him when they went surfing Tuesday morning.

“JJ, I am not on anyone’s side. There are no sides.”

“But you knew!” JJ responded, his thoughts were circling in his head.

Pope sighed, “I knew that he sort of asked her out back at that party, but I didn’t know he came into the shop yesterday. and,” he gave JJ a pointed look, “I didn’t know you’d be this upset about June going on a date.”

“I’m not. She can go out with whoever she wants to go out with,” he said matter of factly.

Pope just raised his eyebrows and went back to unloading his car. They hadn’t made it down to the beach yet, JJ too distracted to keep walking.

“It’s just Topper man,” JJ fake shivered.

“Listen, no one’s thrilled about it being him, but we at least owe it to June to act, I don't know, neutral about the situation.”

“Okay, okay,” JJ brushed off his comment.

JJ wanted to say that no one knew if Topper was really June’s soulmate or not, but he knew that he would tell JJ not to be rude and accuse him of being in love with his best friend. Which was not the case here.

“No, I’m serious JJ. Don’t make her feel bad about going out with him. We owe it to her. That and about a million other things.”

JJ let that thought roll over in his mind. He was right. June was the most caring person in the world, she had put them all first every single time.

“Yeah, I know.” He paused, “And what if it’s not him?”

Pope was already walking down the beach, annoyed at how long JJ was taking, “then we fuck his shit up.”

JJ laughed at his abruptness because that’s exactly what he would have said.

The both of them spent the next few hours in the water, but JJ couldn’t stop thinking about what Pope said. And that’s why, the next day, JJ got out of bed before noon and drove to the bait shop around the time June would be getting off. He knew she wouldn’t have driven there, it was too nice of a day. So, he sat in the parking lot and waited.

When she was finally leaving, she used the side door. JJ had to run to catch up with her, startling both himself and June.

“Hey!” he called out.

She froze before turning around, “what’re you doing?” “Can I drive you home?”

She thought about it before agreeing.

“I’m sorry,” JJ began when they had gotten out of the parking lot. She was quiet and very visibly tired.

“The JJ Maybank… apologizing?” So, she was still mad.

“Okay, I deserve that. Go ahead, give it to me.”

June stayed silent in the passenger seat, her head leaning against the window, “No, I just shouldn’t have said anything.”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, “No, it was shitty of me to be all passive-aggressive about it. It really doesn’t matter who you go out with or who you don’t or if it’s Topper or whoever.”

He looked over at her, bouncing her leg up and down and still leaning against the door.

“Are we okay?” he asks

“Always.” It took a moment for her to look over at him but she smiled. JJ cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to the road. He already felt better, like he could breathe properly again knowing she wasn’t pissed off at him.

“What’re you humming?” He asks.

Her eyes were closed when she answered, “I don’t know. It’s been stuck in my head all day.” and then she started humming again, louder for JJ to hear.

“Oh, I know that song!” He starts to sing along, filling in the words.

June laughs, “I’ve literally never heard that song. That’s wild.”

“It’s your soulmate?” JJ poses tentatively.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so.” She breathed.

When they parked he asked, “Do you really think it’s Topper?”

June shot him a look instantly. He held his hands up in surrender, “I’m not arguing. Just… curious.”

She sighed a little before speaking, “I don’t know. But I’d hate myself if I didn’t try to find out, ya know?”

JJ just nodded his head, she looked as if she wanted to say more, but stopped herself. June climbed out of the truck and yelled behind her, “See you Friday?”

“Of course,” he yelled back. He watched her close the door behind her before driving off.

JJ didn’t go straight back to the chateau. Instead, he kept driving, the radio at the lowest possible setting, all the windows down until he ended up at his dad’s house. He parked a few houses down and just watched. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to build up the courage to go in, or if he wanted to see his dad come out, or what. He stayed for a while, not thinking about anything specific, just breathing in the cool air and watching.

Sometimes JJ wanted so badly to hate his dad. He desperately tries to erase all traces of familiarity, every last thing about himself that could possibly lead someone to Luke Maybank. He hated him. He hated him for giving JJ his eyes and his rough demeanor. He used to wish to be softer, kinder, more gentle. Someone like Pope or June. Instead, he was steel, dented, and hard to fix.

Sometimes JJ wanted so badly to hate his dad and everything he had done to him, that he couldn’t.

On Friday morning, well Friday afternoon, JJ walked into the living room of an empty chateau. Half asleep, he stumbled into the kitchen and pulled out an empty Eggo waffle box from the freezer. Cool. He then dragged his feet over to the cabinets and pulled out what was left of the coffee grounds and began making a pot. He thought about calling Pope and making him bring some breakfast from his dad’s, but then he saw the note on the counter.

went to get groceries. can’t survive on stale Oreos anymore

John b.

Well, that answered that JJ thought as his stomach growled. Stale Oreos didn’t sound too bad now.

About a half-hour later, he heard someone on the front porch and thought it must be JB back from the store, hands filled with groceries.

He flung open the door, “God, I’m starving. What-” He stopped in his tracks. Standing in front of him was his dad. It felt wrong, having him here. In this place, in this safe space that he and his friends had created. Such evil and anger weren’t welcome.

“What’re you doing here?” JJ said when his mouth finally caught up with his brain.

“Is that any way to greet your father?” Luke spoke as if he was reading from a teleprompter. His words were slow and meaningless, slurred together without a thought behind them.

JJ stayed silent, disgust rising in him.

“Heard you were in the neighborhood.”

“No,” JJ said through gritted teeth, “must’ve been someone else.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy. I’m the one who taught you how.” He was inching closer. He reeked of alcohol and sweat.

“You didn’t teach me anything.” He spits.

“Listen to me you little shit” Luke started, laughing as he lunged forward. It was a dark, empty sound. It made JJ’s ears ring. He closed his eyes for a second and the laugh echoed. It encompassed him, became him. JJ saw every fight, every empty beer bottle, every stack of cash blown away, every sleepless night and it overtook him. He was the product of hatred. He was steel, so scratched and dented and kicked in that not even the best people could fix him.

When JJ opened his eyes, his body hurt and his ears were ringing and he thought his lip was bleeding. He was laying on the porch, propped up against the doorframe. Once he was sure his dad had left, he started to get up. Every thought in his head was replaced by the throbbing of his left side. The more he walked, the more he breathed, the quicker it morphed into anger, “Fuck,” he yelled, “He came here! Here. Here. He was here.” He repeated it over and over until the words had no meaning. He left through the backdoor and ended up at the overlook. His mind was racing, replaying the moments from earlier and every moment prior. JJ didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to be the little kid with the shitfaced dad who forgot his birthday. But he was, so he did. JJ cried until his eyes were puffy and his head hurt and the sun had started setting.

Now, JJ was sitting in John B’s spare room. He crawled in through the window, not wanting to run into anyone if they were home. They were probably trying to call, but his phone was in the living room from this morning. He didn’t want to have to tell them, watch as their eyes scanned over him to assess the damage. He looked around the room that had somehow become his own. There were clothes piled on the floor, a few swimsuits left from the others hanging on the door, and empty beer cans littering the ground. The bed frame was broken, making the whole mattress tilt slightly towards the left.

JJ didn’t know what it was like to call someplace home. He was always hesitant, afraid that someone would just pull the rug out from under his feet and he’d be left falling. He never called his childhood bedroom home, it was a house. With four walls and a shitload of bad memories. He wanted to scream, why did he still let his dad have this control over him? He threw a shoe across the room and stormed out before stopping short in the hallway. He could hear a voice in the living room.

“Kie, it’s fine. I’m not going to be late, I just stopped at the chateau to get changed.”

She paused.

“Because it’s faster than driving all the way back to my house.”

“Okay, see you in five.”

Shit, his birthday dinner. JJ tried to retreat to the room, but he wasn’t fast enough. June had already seen him, “J! I didn’t know anyone was here. Thought you’d be with everyone else by now.”

She was holding onto the door frame with one hand and attempting to pry off her heels with the other. She was wearing a sparkling purple dress that he didn’t recognize and her hair was lazily pulled up on top of her head. A wave of nerves flooded his body, but he suppressed the feeling almost as fast as it happened.

He cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah. I was just leaving. Actually.” He grabbed his keys off the counter. He wasn’t sure if she could see his bruised knuckles from there, but he didn’t want to give her the chance.

“I can drive,” she offered softly, “if you’ll wait five minutes so I can get out of this shit,”

He nodded his head, and slowly sat at the counter, “spare’s open if you want.”

She nodded, heading into the room. JJ took this opportunity to bandage his side in the bathroom. It was already bruised, so he put some aloe vera on before taping it up and changing into a different shirt. Pope had mentioned once that aloe vera can help inflammation. Ever since there’s been a bottle in the first aid kit. He liked the smell, reminded him of summer.

He cleaned the cuts on his hand and his lip like he should have when he first got here. The blood was dry on his face and cleaning it only made the cut reopen. Fuck it, he thought and met June back in the living room.

She had changed into jeans.

“Hey, is this mine?” she asked, pointing to the shirt she was wearing. It was a gray high school track t-shirt, “I forgot to pack one and saw this in the dresser.”

“Must be, I didn’t do track, hell no.”

She laughs before linking her arm through his and leading them to the car. JJ couldn’t help but wonder how her date went. She was in good spirits, better than usual he noticed. He wanted to ask, but he was certain he didn’t want to know the answer. He wanted to tell her about his dad, too, surprisingly. But he knew the face that she’d make as soon as the words were out of his mouth. And that hurt JJ more than the possible broken rib.

When they got to The Wreck, Mr. Carerra waved them to the back where the rest of their friends sat. It felt the most normal JJ had felt in a long time like time resets itself when the five of them sit around a wooden table eating ice cream.

He tried to focus on the conversation, on the light music being played through the restaurant, on the crickets outside, anything to ground him to this moment.

“JJ?” John B asked from across the table.

“Hey,” June said a little louder, hitting his stomach to get his attention. He winced slightly before responding, “huh? Sorry. I was, uh, trying to figure out what song was playing.”

Pope and Kie share a look before diverting their attention back to John B who repeated his question, “Are you excited to figure out your soulmate?”

“Oh,” JJ laughed, “yeah. Thrilled.”

“Come on, it’s kind of exciting. You’ve gotta admit that.”

“Yeah, I guess.” His eyes scan the table, stopping at each of his friends. Truthfully, he doesn’t want anything to change. He’d trade a soulmate for his friends any day. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

When Kie's dad finally kicks them out of the restaurant, he makes her stay behind to clean the tables. They all offer to help, but to JJ’s excitement she assures them to go ahead and that she'd meet back up with them in a little. Pope and John B hop in the van and start driving away before the rest of them are even in the parking lot, “See you in ten,” Pope yells from the passenger side.

Once June and JJ are in the car, she makes JJ close her eyes.

“Why?” he questioned.

“Just do it.”

“June, I really-”

“Please?”

He huffed and pulled down his hat to cover his eyes. He could hear her moving around next to him.

“Okay, open.” JJ did as he was told and was presented with a soft gift-wrapped present.

“Happy birthday,” she said sweetly. She was facing him, turned sideways in the driver's seat with her head resting on the chair.

“It’s not my birthday yet.” He said, meeting her eyes.

“I wanted to be first.”

“I told you not to get me anything.”

“I don’t care,” she chuckled.

“June,”

“Take the present, you jerk.”

He pulled back the paper revealing a keychain laid on top of some type of clothes. He held it up to get a better look and realized it was a surfboard with “OBX” written on it like from a tacky souvenir shop, “cute.”

She smiled, “now look at that.”

He lifted the crewneck in his lap, it was a light blue color and had stitching near the colors.

Before he could say anything June interrupted, “Found it in that thrift shop by my house the other day.”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, are you kidding?” He laughed a little, “thank you.”

She smiled again, satisfied with herself before turning forward and starting the car.

JJ messed with the rings on his fingers, examining the bruises that had started to form/

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,”

“Have you… heard anything else? Like your soulmate, I guess.”

He felt her hesitate beside him, “Ya know what nevermind. It’s okay, you’re pretty sure it’s Topper and you really don’t have to tell me anything. It is totally okay. I was just-”

“Nervous?”

He sighs, “yeah.”

She clears her throat, “it’s not scary. At all. It is weird though, weird as hell. I mean it’s almost like if you weren't paying attention, you’d never even notice.”

She had the same far-off look John B got when he talked about this shit. It made him uneasy.

“But to answer your question, I’ve only heard it a few times.”

He nodded his head and mulled over what she said.

When he opened the door to the chateau, he was met by everyone standing in the living room, “happy birthday!”

“You distracted me!” He yelled at June shutting the door.

“It was my job!” she yelled back, “I had to give them time.”

He was laughing at everyone’s stupid party hats and the tray of brownies with sloppy “happy bday J” iced on top with a single lit candle. He made a show of blowing it out and pulled the others into a hug. He pretended to be annoyed at the effort, but deep down he had been so excited.

Later, he tried to etch it into his mind. He wanted to remember tonight as the best birthday he had ever had. He smiled as he fell asleep on a mattress that didn’t tilt to the left anymore in a room that he had made his home.

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Ch.1- Welcome to the Moulin Rouge

Listen alongside: This and this

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

1.5 K words

TW: Prostitution, cursing, insinuations of criminal activity

A/n: This is chapter one of my Moulin Rouge series, I hope you enjoy! This is mainly to set up the coming chapters, so it will get better!

Our story begins in Paris, at the turn of the 20th century…

 It's a crisp night, and all the patrons rush into the Moulin Rouge to escape the weather, the anticipation of what the night may hold causing a jump in their step. They would get a show complete with singing, dancing, and the fulfillment of their wildest, lust-filled fantasies. Liquor flows freely from bottle to cup, the intoxication of the guests no doubt a ploy so that all frugality may be forgotten while in the establishment. They were destined to see the performances of many, but it was unspoken common knowledge that they all came for one person. Her…

 As the lights dimmed and latecomers scrambled to their seats, Topper Thorton, the owner and MC of the establishment, made his way onstage. He had built the business from the ground up, a way to provide housing and an income for many girls with no other option, living on the streets. He had begged, borrowed, and stolen, and was willing to do anything to keep the establishment open. It may not seem like it on a surface level, but Topper deeply cared for the girls, and in fact, what he did to keep the business running, he was really doing for them. Without the Moulin Rouge, most of his performers would be left homeless and hungry, a fate that Thorton would not accept, no matter what it cost him. He was hopeful that with the plan he had enacted involving his right-hand woman and best performer, he might save the place from going under. 

 "Hello, chickens!Yes! It's me your own beloved Topper Thornton in the flesh! Welcome...To the Moulin Rouge!" He exclaimed, earning polite applause from the night's audience. 

 "Now, are you ready for our dazzling opening duo… Sarah and Kiara!"

  The curtains were pulled back, revealing the two girls clad in red corsets and black fishnets. Thornton had learned his tricks throughout the years. Put your top performers first to initially  pull the audience in, and leave the best for last so that the audience stays engaged throughout the show. Sarah and Kiara were some of his best, ruthless in their pursuit of position as the best performer of all the girls of the Moulin Rouge. They used all the tricks in the book. Their voices. Their dance moves. Their bodies. Never had they had a dissatisfied customer. They made Topper proud, never doing any wrong. Yet they could never be at the top of the pecking order. That spot was reserved for one person and one person only. 

 The Moulin Rouge was a prime example of the economic divide, with both the rich and the poor flocking there to spend whatever money they could on a fun night. The rich aristocrats with their pristine suits and crisp white shirts sat in booths, sheltered off from who they deemed the lowlife Bohemians. These lowlife Bohemians, while clad in their best attire, looked unkempt compared to the rich. Their pants donned holes and stains, while their jackets frayed at the edges. And as Topper's top priority for his business was money, he made sure that the aristocrats received the best services, copious drinks, and the best seats for entertainment, while the Bohemians were left with the scraps.

 The wealthiest and most pompous of all the aristocrats had to be Rafe Cameron, the Duke of Monroth, sat in the centermost booth. All the performers were instructed to visit him and his posse most often, as he always paid with the biggest bills. Rafe Cameron was to be used as a cash cow, milked for every penny he would give, all in an effort to save the Moulin Rouge. He was, at best, an asshole to those he disliked and at worst..well at worst, he wasn't able to be called a name at all. 

 The two Bohemians that had been a thorn in Thornton's side the entirety of his time at the Moulin Rouge were no doubt John B Routledge and Pope Heyward. The two of them always snuck in, never paying, distracting from the performances, and mooching off the wealthy for free booze. They were bad for business, but like cockroaches, they never could be exterminated, and they now had added a third member to their band of misfits: JJ Maybank.

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 JJ ventured through the streets of Paris that afternoon, absorbing all the new city's sights. The blond was fresh off a boat from America, and he had moved to France, hoping to share his music with the world. However, his quiet walk around the city was interrupted by the bickering of two men a little ways away. They were loudly arguing and flailing their arms, but the second JJ heard them aggressively singing tunes at each other, his interest was piqued, and he approached the two men. "I'm sorry, but what exactly is going on?"

 The dark-skinned man stood up, placing his hand on JJ's shoulder, much to JJ's surprise. He had just met the men, but he had been told that the people in France were often more affectionate than those in America. "We can't decide what sounds better for our show. I think that the line should go 'the hills are alive, with the sound of clanging.'" The man with his hand on JJ's shoulder explained, to which the brown-haired man stood up, shaking his head.

 "No, it should go 'the hills are alive, with the bells and chimes."

 "See, that just sounds wrong."

 "If I'm wrong, then you're really wrong."

 JJ furrowed his brow, glancing between the two bickering men. He didn't need his musical abilities to tell you that neither option sounded good. "Um, actually, what if you went with 'the hills are alive, with the sound of music'?" He sang out, looking at the two men who both had a look of shock on their faces, mouths slightly ajar.

 "That's...genius!" The brown-haired man exclaimed, looking at his friend, both grinning. "You must work with us on our show, it's going to be the big-ticket item that gets us out of this hell hole. So, what's your name, friend?"

 He hadn't really noticed it before, but it appeared that JJ had stepped into the poorer part of the city, which was presumably where the two men lived. The paint on the walls was chipped and faded and the only bench on the entire street were the two crates that the men were sitting on earlier. It seemed like these two men just wanted to make it big and create a better life for themselves, something JJ had always hoped for. And if he got to share his music with the world while he did it..well he was sold. "JJ. My name's JJ Maybank." He said, shaking the hands of both men.

 The more affectionate man grinned, patting JJ on the back. "Well I'm Pope Heyward, and he's John B. And Mr.Maybank, we may need to use you for more than your musical talents." Pope uttered seriously, looking JJ directly in the eye. "I,um-what?"

 "You see, the Moulin Rouge is the most well known theatre in all of Paris. You get your show in there, and you're guaranteed success." John B explained to the blue eyed boy. "The problem is, our reputation," he gestured to himself and Pope, "precedes us at that place. We need a new face like yours to get our show even considered by the big dogs. We're gonna need you to talk to the it girl of the club. Thornton will do anything she wants, so you convince her, we're in. Can you do that for us JJ?" 

 Both Pope and John B looked at JJ hopefully, and JJ didn't have the heart to tell them no. Despite only knowing them for a short time, JJ had the feeling that he would grow very close to them, forging a bond of brothers. "Okay, I'll do it."

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 The trio of Bohemians had snuck into the Moulin Rouge after the show had begun, the dark lights making it difficult to see exactly who was sneaking into the building. "All right, one of the middle booths is open." Pope whispered to the other two boys, to which John B excitedly quickened his pace to snag the seats. JJ didn't see the big deal, it was just a set for crying out loud. 

 When the three were situated, John B leaned over to JJ, filling him in on the ways of the Moulin Rouge. "You don't know it, but we just snagged the best seats in the house. This is where all the girls give their attention to, making your 'mission' that much easier." John B clarified, causing JJ to form an 'o' with his mouth. 

 "She'll be on any minute, JJ, get ready," Pope murmured, the energy at the booth going from joking and fun to serious. These boys had a mission, and JJ didn't want to let his new friends down. But nothing could have prepared him for what he was in store for.

 "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you our "Sparkling Diamond" The unique, the indomitable, the one and only! Y/n." 

 The curtain rose, and JJ's mouth instantly went dry when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked onstage. Immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest. He realized that this mission of his was going to be much harder than he had initially anticipated. 

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Sophie’s World

⋆ 18+ Only ⋆

All of my works contain dark themes, including dubcon, noncon (aka rape), abusive relationships, forced pregnancy, incest, and possibly more (each fanfic will have individual content warnings)

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE ABOVE THEMES

Recent Fics

After Hours Lesson - After class dinner, your professor, Coriolanus Snow, offers you a ride home

Faking It - Rafe gets pissed off after he realized you faked an orgasm

Love Plus One - After you get pregnant with your boyfriend of 3 years, you start to notice him becoming much more controlling of you

Silent Treatment - Your older step brother, Rafe, can’t stand being ignored by you

StepBro!Rafe takes Reader’s virginity (drabble)

How a Girlfriend is Supposed to Act - After Rafe catches you texting your friend and saying that you want to break up with him, Rafe decides to remind you of your place

Equal Exchange - After accepting help from a stranger on a back road in the dead of night, you realize Rafe Cameron expects you to pay him back, one way or another

Keeping the Peace - Your life is uprooted after a cocky peacekeeper takes notice of you and decides to stake his claim. Also features dark!Sejanus Plinth

Crocodile Tears - You and Coryo are academy students who were both selected to mentor tributes in the Hunger Games. Coryo becomes competitive and refuses to realize that his unreturned affections have begun to affect his performance. Frustrated by what he perceives to be you leading him on, Coryo delves deeper into his obsession and eventually gives in to the desires he tried so hard to deny.

CT Drabble - Coriolanus finds out Reader was a virgin

CT Drabble 2 - Coriolanus tells everyone that he saved Reader from her attacker

Just This Once - stepbro!Rafe is sick of you being the perfect child in Rose and Ward’s eyes, so he decides to make you a disappointment too

About Me

I go by Sophie! I’m 23 years old and I use she/her pronouns.

I have been writing fanfiction since I was 14 (yes there is an incredibly cursed blog full of kpop fanfic that I wrote in middle school still floating around on tumblr to this day). I first got into reading dark fanfics when I was 19 or 20 and I’ve been writing and posting my own dark fanfics for about 2 years.

Who I Write For

Sophie’s Masterlist

I mostly write for Rafe Cameron and Coriolanus Snow, but I have written for Loki and Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) in the past.

In addition to my Rafe Cameron fics, I have also featured Topper Thorton as a character in a smut. I have one Coriolanus Snow fic that features Sejanus Plinth, and I am planning on having Sej come back in future Coriolanus fics.

Requests

Requests are allowed and encouraged but I can give no guarantee that I will get around to writing all of them. I currently have over 100 messages in my inbox, so if I don't end up taking your request, it's nothing personal, I just have a lot of them :)

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Recs!!!!!

I reblog many fics written by other authors onto this blog but here are just a couple of my favorite authors on tumblr that I have to rec

@cherienymphe

@rvfecamerons

@perlelune

@blueicequeen19

@quin-ns

@proactivetypaperson

@spideyhexx

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