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redhead1180 · 1 month

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Sunshine

Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader

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

Words - 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate you” I hissed at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.

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

“What the fuck” I snap.

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

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

“Unlock it” he demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was the drugs” I argue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tagging some moots:

@princessmaybank @echo-at-the-pond @babygorewhore @drudyslut @rafescokewhore @rafesc0kewh0re @starfxkr @blueicequeen19 @drewstarkeyslut @pankowperfection @maybankskiss @ch4rrykisses

#outer banks #rafe cameron #obx #tw dark content #dark rafe #dark smut #dark!fic #dark rafe cameron #dark rafe x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader

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grandtyphoonpoetry · 7 months

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THE FIRST SEASON OF OUTER BANKS IS JUST ROMEO AND JULIET

Sarah and John B's love draws people in because people love the idea of star-crossed lovers in any form of media. Because we're fascinated by love and tragedy intertwined, and even more fascinated by people trying to overcome all odds to find happiness, even when it's not in the stars for them. Which is exactly why so many people are drawn to the story of Romeo and Juliet. (or maybe its just leonardo dicaprio) And at first star-crossed love is all they have in common. But if the Kooks are Capulets, and the Pogues are Montagues then all the characters start to fall into place.

The Kooks/Capulets:

Sarah = Juliet The leading woman. Both are young and beautiful and naive on their ideas of what love is and what it should be, both get drawn into a whole different world when they meet their lover, and both are willing to risk everything, including their family to stay with them.

Rafe = Tybalt The violent relative. In Rafe's case it's a brother, and in Tybalts case its a cousin, but in both cases they'll do anything for their family honor and their own honor, including hurting and killing people who aren't even involved with their fight just because they can.

Topper = Paris The jealous ex-lover. The person who was to be with The Leading Woman from the start, and despite a bad attitude about their scorned(or lost) love doesn't grow violent till it all starts coming to an end and they get defensive of the woman they loved, and even then they're still able to make amends.

Weezie = The Nurse The nosy close friend of The Leading Woman. They are more different from each other than many of the other characters. But both are the closest female friend The Leading Woman has, are incredibly nosy, and don't particularly care who she ends up with as long as there is a little drama.

Ward = Capulet The Kook/Capulet patriarch. They're both an enemy of The Leading Man's family, both family oriented towards their own family but in an unhealthy way. Successful and commanding of respect, but liable to fly into a rage when things don't go their way.

Rose = Lady Capulet The ineffective mother. Neither of these characters are well connected to their families despite any efforts they put forward. Both are young and inexperienced.

The Pogues/Montagues:

John B = Romeo The leading man. Impulsive and immature but also, idealistic and passionate, aware of the fight going on, but not at all interested in it. Both affectionate and devoted to their friends. Both are absolutely captivated by their new love and do everything they can for them to stay together.

Pope = Benvolio The peaceful friend. They spend a lot of their time throughout the story trying to keep the peace between their friends and other violent characters. Level headed and thoughtful, they try to diffuse a lot of violence especially in public places.

Kiara = Benvolio/Mercutio The friend with a foot in both worlds. As Mercutio is a relative of the duke and doesn't even have a reason to be involved in the rivalry, Kiara is technically a Kook and doesn't need to be involved in the rivalry either. She's sarcastic and salty like Mercutio, but also pragmatic, sensitive and an advocate for peace like Benvolio. (She could also be translated as Rosaline, Romeo's love at the beginning of the play, but I feel like Kiara is too important to be brought down to just that character.)

JJ = Mercutio The reckless friend. Hotheaded and chaotic, they spend a good amount of time getting into fights or encouraging others to do so. They're both imaginative with a strange sense of humor, and wildly loyal. They're both implied to be more sexually active than their friends and flirt with anything that moves.

Both Montague and Lady Montague are far less involved in the story line than the heads of the Capulet family which could be translated as John B's parents being out of the picture.

Other Characters:

Peterkin/the police department = Prince Escalus Law enforcement. They want to help and attempt to maintain the peace at all costs, but are too uninvolved and oblivious of what is actually going on to actually play an important part in the situation.

Nobody = Friar Laurence Everything the friar does for the story comes from somebody else in Outer Banks. Escape plans, support, soothing words, and even legally marrying two people, all come from separate characters.

The details of how the story goes down are obviously changed up, but key elements are the same. Romeo and Juliet fall in love, and in an unrealistically fast amount of time are willing to do anything for each other. Romeo's friends notice a difference in his behavior. Mercutio takes a hypothetical bullet for a friend and takes their place in a fight that isn't his. (JJ saying it was him, and not Pope that sunk the boat.) Because of this Tybalt is ultimately a huge part of Mercutios downfall (emotionally and physically or fatally)( and Benvolio is there for Mercutio in those moments when Romeo isn't!!!!) Romeo is accused of a death that wasn't (entirely) his fault and has to go on the run from the law. Juliet dies. (disappears) Paris and Romeo fight. Paris and Romeo are tolerably respectful of each other in their very last moments with each other. A plot is hatched for Romeo and Juliet so that they can still be together. (In John B and Sarah's case they plan it together) The plan goes wrong. They decide they would rather die than be without each other. (Sarah literally says the words, "I would rather die than be without you") They hold each other as they die. (Or are presumed dead)

By the end of the season it's made clear that a social divide is never going to come to anything good. It's about young people who are torn apart by their families or cultures or things that were decided far before they were born or far before they could have any say in it and how they're stronger after realized that what they are fighting is not each other. Despite being a cliche, love overcomes all things and kids are smarter than they seem. The only major differences are that in Romeo and Juliet, the death is permanent and far more tragic, and the reaction that is had by their family and their people is that of overcoming their differences. They overcome their differences for their children and because they realize that it was their fault Romeo and Juliet were driven to this. Love prevails. Whereas in Outer Banks, they eventually come back (yay) and a lot of the people who drove them away were corrupt and didn't care, or change. I like to think that was a plot choice, for the sake of an ongoing story and that love prevails eventually.

Anyways, if you got this far thanks for entertaining my rants, sometimes i like to hyper-analyse every single thing, there were a lot more things that i did not add because it is obscenely long now

#outer banks #romeo and juliet #star crossed lovers #parallels #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #jj maybank #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #topper #ward cameron #romeo montague #benvolio montague #mercutio #tybalt capulet #paris #jarah obx #night speaks with al

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kaylees-fandomworld · 7 months

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It's You Who Can Save Me

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Original Female Character

Summary: Andrea or Andi Wright was a kook who considered herself a pogue. Being Kiara's cousin she spent most of her time with the pogues. However, they never seemed to treat her the way that they treated Kie or even Sarah, but it didn't matter they were still her friends. It isn't until someone from her past shows up and intends to harm her, that she is shown who her true friends are. In the midst of the drama she finds herself seeking comfort from the most unlikely of heroes. Rafe Cameron never hated Andrea, he only hated her friends. He noticed the way they left her behind on multiple occasions. He noticed how they always kept things from her and threw her into dangerous situations. He liked her from the first time he saw her sitting in the middle of his sister's room with the brightest smile on her face. Rafe always had her safety in mind, subtly watching over her at parties, and just when he finds himself on the edge of insanity, the girl he has admired for so long swoops in to bring him back.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the OBX characters the only characters that I own are Andrea Wright, Aaron Grey, and Andrea's parents. I have also given Kelce a last name for the sake of the story, I know that his last name was never mentioned. A/N: This story will also be posted on my Tumblr and my Wattpad. Tumblr: @kaylees-fandomworld Wattpad: @KB_Jayde If you see my story posted on any other platforms please let me know.

Prelude

My Dad always says that love comes in the most unlikely ways. He says that love is a complicated thing, that it doesn't matter what you do or how hard you try to push it away or avoid it, it's inevitable.

"The heart wants what it wants Andrea," he told me once, the smile on his face grew as my mother walked into the room. He mused about the beginning of their relationship. They hated each other. My mom grew up on the cut, fighting and working her ass off to get where she is now, while my dad was a trust fund kid. He liked her firey personality and her constant refusal to throw herself at him like every other girl they grew up with. Eventually he was able to wear her down and convince her to go on a date with him. It's my favorite story, full of love, heartbreak, and a crazy amount of drunk shenanigans, it shows how far they have come. It gave me hope to find that, having my heart wrenching experiences before that hope began to shatter and the prospect of love far from my grasp.

"The best thing to do is to let that love find you, if you go looking for it you get stuck with a bunch of duds."

I never understood how right he was. Not until, I met Rafe Cameron. He was rich, handsome, and somewhat of a bad boy. Everyone told me he was bad news, they said that he was an insufferable asshole who only cared about himself, but I don't see it.

#rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe obx #outer banks

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multistoty · 1 year

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[ I was sent a few headcanon questions for Sarah so I thought I would make it a sort of tag - I tag @jaymaybnk @kierras @pogueframed @sulsurfer @cfknights @conradism ]

1.If there was one person in the crew that your muse would wish they were more like, who would it be?

Sarah has always secretly envied JJ. Not in the way that you hold some sort of hatred, but the way that has you sit back and ponder. The way that makes your hands clap a little harder for your friend. JJ is unapologetically himself. He handles the worst with a sort of sunshine that is unassuming and abrasive. He has every reason to be crushed under weight to harsh for him to carry and is somehow a diamond.

2.Who would your muse first come too with good or bad news?

Honestly, it would be all of her pogues, but John B is her husband. His arms have held the happiest moments and the fragments of her soul. His mind when not utterly lost on treasure is more helpful than he gets credit for.

3. What is a movie your muse really doesn’t enjoy?

JJ has made her watch lady and the tramp as a joke about her and John B and she has to remember that she is fond of him. Otherwise, her and Kie like to make a lot of jokes about the boys movie night picks though they like most movies

4. Are there any childhood habits your muse has not overcome?

Sarah has a lack of self preservation skills some of the time and a thirst for a healthy amount of danger. But even as a kook princess, she finds herself searching for physical comfort in others when despair courts her. Wether it’s John B, Kie, or the others. She needs to feel the physical wrap of love and safety or the butterfly beat of their heart against her skin.

5. What three words would they use to describe their personality?

Loyal, Stubborn, Kind

6.What’s their favorite article of clothing?

It’s not technically clothing, but the day that Kie gave her those knit bracelets made any of the flighty nature in her heart weary of rejection quiet. A coming home. An acceptance. A kiss to her heart to look at. A family.

7. What’s their favorite candle/ hygenine scent?

Growing up around old rich people, Lavender was plentiful and makes her feel like coming home to a better childhood than she had ever had.

8. Do they sing in the shower?

Taylor Swift in the shower is a must. She will never get over having the other pogues overhear herself and John B’s dramatic shower duets one day.

9. What’s their handwriting like?

Cursive. Neat. Attempts at being the perfect girl used to be expected of her.

10. Do they play any instruments?

Like any rich kid, she was forced into piano lessons though scarcely remembers. She knows her way around a guitar at a campfire though.

11. What’s your muses favorite teen movie trope?

Aside from family angst, she adores a good makeover montage

12. What’s your muses sexuality?

I write Sarah as bi with a leaning to men.

13. What was their secret hiding place as a child?

Sarah was a height kind of kid. A tree house, roof, etc. But as a young girl, she would crawl into bed with Rafe.

14. Do they bellieve in happy endings?

Sarah refuses to lose her optimism in the true nature of people and will fight for her happy ending

15. What was the first physical feature that attracted your muse to their lover?

Eyes and Jaw. John B could be an abercrombie model in Sarah’s world

#** turtle savior kierras #** Sarah kook converted #**john b treasure idiot #**jj kind hearted bastard #** cleo an island girl #** pope big headed pogue #** heroine pogue sulsurfer #** family man pogueframed #** new family member conradism #** muses of note and love cfknights

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littlebunnygold · 2 years

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Hell N Back (JJ Maybank x reader)

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I went out last night with my friends and I got into fight with my bf and I'm still mad at him so I’m writing about it so yeah. enjoy my anger. I’m gonna finish writing when I’m not pissed off so I can actually make it fluffy and shit.

Summary: While at a party, your ex shows up and causes a scene, which of course makes your boyfriend JJ angry.

Warnings: swearing, yelling, cheating accusations, talks of abuse, alcohol, JJ being a fucking asshole

Word Count: 2.8k

“Shut up!” you say loudly and laugh to Kie who is sitting directly beside you. You can hear how drunk you are, but who cares it’s the last party of the summer. “Dude, I swear to god they were the biggest waves I've ever surfed, I wish you could have been there” Kie laughed, taking a gulp of her drink. She’s been your best friend since before you can remember, she’s the one who introduced you to her friends, who you have come to love. They were like your family, considering you had a deadbeat mom and your dad was too busy either working or getting too high to give a shit about you. You took a look around you and were surrounded by Pogues, Kooks and Tourons, but you were just trying to find your boyfriend. After a couple glances around, Kie spots him and points him out to you. He was standing across the bonfire talking to Sarah, John B and Pope, so you and Kie decide to go over and talk to them. “Well hello gorgeous” JJ said to you as he slung his arm over your shoulder and kissed your cheek, “Hey” you said back and smiled while taking a swig of your drink, “There are so many people here” Pope said looking around. He wasn’t wrong, it looked like everyone who lived on this island was here, the beach almost felt small. It was a pretty warm night, the light breeze feeling refreshing over your body. You found yourself leaning more and more into JJ’s arms, looking up at him as you listened to the others bicker over what we should do tomorrow, feeling safe knowing he's here with you, “You know, some people think its rude to stare” JJ said, clearly noticing that you were looking up at him. But you couldn’t help it, he was eye-candy, “I’m not staring.. I’m... admiring” you said back to him grinning, and giggling when you saw him blush. He leaned in and gave you a soft peck on the lips, “Oh how did I get so lucky? A lady who surfs, cooks, smokes and makes me blush? Who would have thought” JJ almost whispered to you as he pulled you in front of him and hugged you from behind, resting his head on top of yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, “I know, I spoil you rotten” you laughed back to him.

After a couple of more laughs with everybody, you found your drink empty, “I’m gonna go refill” you said to JJ, who was talking to John B about fishing, “Okay baby” he said quickly before going back to chatting with his friend. You started to make your way to the keg when you realized someone all too familiar was guarding it. Your ex-boyfriend to be exact. You froze, standing only a few feet away from the man who absolutely broke you only a short four months ago. It felt like the oxygen was running out from around you, you could feel your heart beat speed up and you almost felt faint. The extreme amount of alcohol in your system was definitely not helping. Before you could turn around to walk away, he met your gaze and grinned, “Y/n!” he yelled and waved for you to come over. Without even thinking you walked over to him, “Hey Ashton” you said quietly, “Can I get a refill please?” you asked as he took your cup, “Haven’t seen you in a while how ya been?” he asked. He was acting so normal, as if he didn’t ruin your life. “I’ve been good, you?” you asked back, trying to keep conversation light and quick. Your cup was full. “Honestly Y/n, I’ve been lonely” he said, looking into your eyes and half smiling. You didn't say anything, hoping he would just give you your cup so you could go back to your friends. You gave a fake laugh and reached your hand out to grab your cup but he pulled it back so you couldn't reach, “What, you don't wanna talk to me?” he asked still grinning. You turn your head around to look back at your friends, looking at them laughing and hoping they don’t notice what's happening. When you first started hanging around the Pogues you were still with Ashton and as far as everybody was concerned, he was just a shitty boyfriend. Until he beat you so bad, when you ran to Kie’s for help you couldn’t hide the blood and bruises scattered over your entire body. Her and Sarah are the only ones who know what he truly put you through. After you broke up with him, JJ told you how long he'd been in love with you to which you confessed your feelings for him. JJ’s only asked about your ex a couple times, each time you shut him down and changed the subject, but you could only imagine how pissed and confused he would be if he saw you standing and talking to him right now. Turning back to look at Ashton you felt a bolt of anger shoot through your body and into your words, “Not particularly no, can I just have my cup?” you asked sternly. You reached out for your cup again but he grabbed your wrist, “Ashton come on, it’s not funny give me my drink” you said as you tried to pull your wrist out of his hand but his grip tightened, making you wince, “So what Y/n, you’re just gonna break up with me out of no where and than go and fuck some pogue?” he asked in a low voice, “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore Ashton and you definitely don't get to talk about JJ like that. Just give me my fucking drink!” you said raising your voice loud enough to get your friends attention. “Was that Y/n?” Sarah asked to the group, all of their heads whipping around to look at the keg where they could see you standing with your ex-boyfriend. JJ closed his fists so hard his knuckles were white, and his jaw clenched so tight he though he was gonna crack his teeth. But he didn't care, all he could focus on was you talking to Ashton, and him grabbing your hand. Sarah and Kie both looked at each other, panicking on what to do and more importantly, what to do with JJ. They knew if he went over he would end up fighting Ashton which would only cause more drama and upset you. “We’ll be right back” Kie said, pushing past Pope with Sarah right behind her. JJ just stood there, not knowing what to say or think, “What the fuck is she doing over there talking to him? They broke up” he said to John B and Pope, “Man I’m just as confused as you. But you know Y/n, she wouldn’t just go and talk to him. She loves you dude” Pope said, reaching out to spin JJ around so he would stop staring at you, “Yeah J, it’s just bad luck he was up at the keg when she went to get a drink. No big deal, Sarah and Kie are bringing her back right now” John B. stated trying to make his friend feel better, but the blonde boy couldn’t help but assume the worst. “Look at him touching her, what are they doing?” JJ asked his friends. They stayed silent, neither of them knowing the answer. JJ huffed and finished the rest of his beer, trying to imagine what you possibly see in Ashton... or if you’re regretting your decision of breaking up with him.

“Don’t speak to me like that” Ashton said, pulling you closer to him by your wrist which he was now twisting so hard you knew there were going to be marks when he let go. “We’re not together anymore. You don’t get to treat me like this. I’m not afraid of you anymore” you said shakily, trying to keep your composure together but being this close to him was difficult for you. All the bad memories of him come flooding back when you look up and into his eyes, you can see the anger and emptiness in them, “Hey, there you are Y/n! We’ve been looking for you” Sarah said while walking closer to you, Kie right beside her. Ashton’s grip loosened and he let go of your wrist as he stared at your friends. He shoved you back hard enough to make you stumble, but you stand back up quickly and make your way towards Kie and Sarah, walking between them and linking your arms with theirs, “See you around, baby” Ashton shouted from the distance. You felt a shiver go down your spine. You haven’t seen him in 4 months and now all of the sudden he's at a party? Your mind can’t help but race over the events that just took place in front of you, until the silence breaks, “What was that about?” Sarah questioned, before the three of you made it back to the boys, “I don't even know” you replied to her and shrugged. You grabbed Sarah’s drink and downed it, needing to focus on something other than your aching wrist, “Seriously Y/n, are you okay?” Kie asked again, a worried expression across her face. She’s seen the damage Ashton can do to you, and the dark places he can put you in and the last thing she wants is for you to fall back into them. You looked at her and took a deep breath, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just wasn’t expecting to see him here, he caught me off guard” you replied, “I think I’m just gonna go home, where’s JJ?” you asked as you got back to the group, not seeing him standing with John B and Pope anymore, “Pretty sure he went back to the Chateau” Pope answered. You gave him a confused look, “Why did he leave?” you questioned, looking between the two boys. They both looked like they were hiding something, “Guys, come on. What happened?” you asked again. They looked at each other and John B sighed, “He saw you talking to Ashton and got super pissed and left” he said.

A million emotions ran through your body, but considering you were drunk and already annoyed with seeing your ex, the most prominent feeling you had was anger. As if JJ left you here without even saying goodbye because you were talking to your ex. You rolled your eyes and began to storm off, grabbing Pope’s drink before you got too far, “Wait, Y/n maybe you should just leave him alone for now, you’re both drunk” Sarah called out, hoping you would turn around and try to have a good time with your friends. But, of course, you didn’t listen. Any sane thought you had left your mind as you quickly drank Popes drink and threw the cup on the sand. “Should we go after her?” Kie asked everybody, but John B shook his head, “We should probably let them talk” he replied. “Yeah, JJ was pissed. He just marched off like he was on a mission or something, I’ve never seen his face so red” Pope answered. Sarah and Kie looked at each other exchanging nervous looks, “ Do you guys know something?” John B asked the girls who both remained silent, “Yeah, come on. Share with the class” Pope added on. Sarah let out a shaky breath as she began to explain how shitty your relationship with Ashton really was to the clueless boys in front of her.

Meanwhile, you were stumbling your way into the Chateau on the lookout for your boyfriend. You looked around in the living room and saw nothing, so you headed to the guest room where JJ spent most nights. You opened the door to see him sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor with his hands interlocked, “Hey, why did you leave me at the party like that? So not cool” you said leaning against the door frame and looking down at him. He didn’t respond. You pushed off the door frame and took a step closer to him, “Listen, if this about me talking to Ashton I can assure you I didn’t even want-” you began but he loudly interrupted you, “I saw him touching you Y/n! How the fuck am I supposed to feel when my girl goes to get a drink and is held up talking to her ex who she was in love with like 6 months ago!?” he yelled at you standing up from the bed, “I didn’t want to talk to him, he was just up there! I can’t believe you’re acting like this right now, you didn’t even talk to me, you just left, like what the fuck” you yelled back, getting in his face. He rolled his eyes, “Listen, if you wanna go and talk to your ex, be my guest alright? I don’t need this type of drama in my life! I already have enough shit to deal with, I’m not adding cheating girlfriend to the list!” he raised his voice at you. You rolled your eyes and began walking into the kitchen to grab a beer, “You see me talking to my ex one fucking time and all the sudden I’m cheating? Really?!” you yelled while opening the fridge. You grabbed a beer and immediately began drinking it. You turned around to find JJ right behind you, “What am I supposed to think Y/n?! He grabbed your hand and was smiling and laughing!” JJ was screaming at this point, throwing his arms up in the air and clearly getting more frustrated.

In the back of your head, you didn’t want to be arguing with him right now. You love JJ more than you’ve ever loved anybody, you knew he was the one for you. But after seeing your ex tonight, combined with all of the alcohol in your system, you couldn’t help but be angry. You’ve always had kind of an anger issue, which is why arguments between you and Ashton always led to him becoming violent. When you get angry you just don’t know how to shut up.

You just stared back at him, he was so close you could feel his warm breath against your face. You took another swig of beer, “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore, if you’re just gonna be a jerk and yell at me I’m going home” you said walking away from him, “Yeah, I’ve heard that before” JJ mumbled. You turned back around and looked at him, “What?” you asked, crossing your arms. He looked down at you, “Just admit you still have feelings for him! That’s why every time we bring him up you get all flustered and quiet!” JJ raised his voice at you again, “Or maybe you just like the attention everybody gives you because he treats you like shit, but whatever it is, I’m done with it” he said moving closer to you, getting right in your face. You tried your best not to let your jaw drop but you knew the look on your face gave away how hurt you were by his words. More than anybody, JJ helped you through your breakup with Ashton. He was there for you when you cried over him, and he knew how difficult it was to get away from him. So for him to be using it against you right now took you by complete surprise. You took in a shaky breath and looked him right in the eyes, “Fuck you, JJ” you said almost in a whisper and turned around to walk out of the Chateau, but before you could get too far he grabbed your wrist to stop you, the same wrist Ashton had left bruises on not 30 minutes ago. You winced in pain and quickly pulled out of his grasp. The look of anger on your boyfriends face immediately dropped when he saw you wince, replaced by a look of concern, “Wha- what happened to your arm?” he asked, but you didn't answer. You just held on to your wrist quietly. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you knew you had to go home before you began sobbing, “I talked with Ashton, that’s what happened” was the last thing you said before you walked out of the Chateau, ignoring JJ calling for you to come back. You started running, just needing to clear your head. When you finally found your way home, your legs felt like they were on fire and you were exhausted. You laid down in your bed, your body tired and in need of sleep but your mind wouldn’t let you. You replayed the night in your head on a loop trying to figure out how you let your argument with JJ get so intense, and if there was going to be a way to fix it...

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elzdaizy · 3 years

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Rafe Cameron: Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore

⚠️SMUT WARNING ⚠️

Scenario: (reader) & rafe are sworn enemies. Although it’s wrong, they can’t deny their feelings any longer.

- the scenario starts abruptly. The argument starts after a party you were both at and you were kissing boys to try and get Rafe out of your mind. Turns out Rafe watched as you did this and wasn’t happy…

- It’s set in Rafe’s house. He started beating up random guys that you’d been kissing at the party so you had to take him home…

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“Why are you getting so worked up, Rafe? It’s not like you even give a shit about anyone other than yourself.” I spit at him. This man gives me whiplash. One moment he’s so sweet and nice then the next he can turn so cold and ruthless.

"What's got me so worked up? You're incessant. I can't stand when you're around, don't you see what you're doing to me?" He runs his hands through his hair as he paces the kitchen back and forth, looking like he’s really going through it.

"So I'm the big bad fucking wolf in this situation am I? Fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I roll my eyes and stand up from the stool to walk away.

"Oh, come on". He grunts, punching the cupboards, making a racket which causes me to jump slightly.

I’m so sick of this game. We pretend like we don’t care about each other because it’s ‘easier’ that way. After all, I’m a Pogue and he’s a Kook.

It started when I moved to town to live with my cousin, JJ Maybank. He’s only 16 and I’m 21. My mum, JJ’s Aunt sent me here to be his guardian after his dad split. I got a job at the country club, where I met Rafe.

It’s a complicated and messy story but JJ hates Rafe Cameron. I don’t blame him, Rafe is a horrible person.

Rafe would always find me to talk, just so JJ would watch and it’d piss him off. It worked a lot but what I didn’t think Rafe expected was for us to form some kind of twisted connection.

I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care but it’s been 5 months since I moved now and the tension between us has just been building.

The amount of times Rafe has accidentally protected me from drunk old men, complimented me without realising and just being there for me when I needed someone- it’s something that anyone would find hard to believe…

"No, you can blame me all you like Rafe but you're just as guilty as I am. This, whatever this is, it works both ways."

"Why are you doing this to me? Do you want me to hurt you? Do you? Because I will if that's what it takes to get you to stop."

I know for a fact I've never been so enraged in my entire twenty-one years on this planet. I've also never been so scared to hate the person I love so deeply but if this is the only way to save us both then i just have to sacrifice myself and let it happen.

I get so worked up that I'm seeing red and the tears are blurring my vision. I'm shaking with rage as I walk up to him to provoke a reaction from him.

"Maybe you should hurt me then. If you lay a finger on me I won't hesitate to walk out of this door and I'll make sure to never talk or look at you again. That'll be for the best though right? So maybe you should just do it. Go on. Fucking hit me Rafe, right here. Make sure it's a good one, the harder the hit the more I'll hate you!" I shout with everything in me and I can't even process anything other that the fact I'm probably about to get punched.

Rafe is breathing heavily with frustration and the tears that have slowly welled up in his eyes have ran down his cheeks as he blinks slowly and then suddenly his eyes open again and there's a dark demonic look in them as he walks at a threatening pace towards me and I brace myself for what's about to happen, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.

"You fucking idiot..." he sighs angrily but to my surprise the next thing I felt was his hands gripping the sides of my head tightly and his lips crashing down onto my own. I flinch at first but then completely melt into his touch a moment after.

The roughness and neediness of the kiss is making it hard to breathe but I could honestly not care less about that, all I care about is being close to him. As close as humanly possible.

I wrap arms around his neck and caress his head, tugging onto his blonde locks. One of his hands is wrapped around the side of my neck and the other hand is now holding my lower back, pulling me closer to him, as if I might run away.

His mouth only leaves mine when he decides to attach them to my neck and shoulder, leaving small bites, to which I can't help but let out a moan at the heavenly feeling. It's all I've been trying to not think about for months, how his lips would feel on my skin. Now I know, I don't want to go without it ever again and that's terrifying.

"You're so stupid, you know that?" He pulls back, holding my head still between his hands as he looks into my eyes and I realise we're both still crying. "I would never hurt you. I'd rather kill myself first before I touch you like that, okay?" He assures me, waiting for a response.

"I love you." I breathe out in a whisper, looking to his lips then back to his eyes and his face drops with relief. Shock yet relief washes his features and another tear falls from his eyes.

"Are you sure you do?" He asks, his insecurities taking over. I frown and feel upset that this boy has never felt loved before.

"Let me prove it. Let me make love to you." I say meaning it with my entire being. I take his hand and walk us upstairs to his room.

He's silent and calm yet his gaze is yearning and desperate as he watches me take care of him.

"Take my clothes off, slowly." I say once the door is locked and we're stood facing one another at the end of the bed. Rafe jut nods slowly and takes a step closer then walks around me as i stay put. Once he's stood behind me, I feel his hair tickle my cheek as he leans to kiss the nape of my neck with the slightest touch it's almost a tease.

I lean my head to the side to give him more access to which he then takes the opportunity to lick a stripe from my collarbone, up my neck and behind my ear. I let out a strained moan and feel a tingle between my legs.

He then brings his hands to my waist and takes a handful of the flesh on my ass, squeezing it slowly and hard before letting go to unbutton my shorts and zipper before dragging them slowly down my legs.

Instead of standing back up straight away, Rafe kneels in front of me, his hands caressing my calves as he looks up at me momentarily before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on the skin of my inner knee. It sends waves of pleasure through my nerves, towards my core and my head pulls back in bliss.

"So perfect." He mumbles between kissing each bit of untouched skin on both of my thighs, inching higher and higher to where I'm aching most for him.

I moan his name involuntarily and grab onto his shoulders to pull him back up. He stands in front of me with a drunken look in his doe eyes, a moist texture on his pink lips.

His hand reach for the bottom of my shirt and he pulls it over my head slowly. Once it drops to the floor he steps closer and looks down, consuming my exposed skin with his eyes.

"My turn." I say as I reach out and lift his shirt off. His toned, lean body is delicious in the dim lighting of his room with the moonlight shining on his olive skin.

I lick my lips, in disbelief that this is finally and actually happening.

I lift my hand and rest it on his cheek, caressing his face softly and he closes his eyes leaning into my hand. I then let go of his face, letting my hand wonder over his skin, tracing the outline of his muscles as they tense with the contact of my fingers.

Once my hand reaches his pants, I pull them down, leaving him in his briefs and little left to the imagination as his large member prominently bulges out. I teasingly brush my fingers over the front of his underwear, causing his to hiss and his breathing to quicken.

"My turn, yeah?" He say without patience as he pulls both straps of my bra down my arms and takes it off, throwing it to the floor. His eyes become larger and lustful as he swallows, taking a moment to admire and compose.

I would usually feel a little exposed and insecure doing this with any other man but with Rafe this feels right, it feels comfortable and I feel sexy.

"Can I touch you please?" He begs like a puppy almost. I smile at his respectfulness.

"Of course you can." I assure him and he licks his lips before strolling around so he's stood behind me once again. I can feel the warms of his body on my back and his breath fanning by my ear.

Shivers are sent down my spine when he brings a hand around to my front and lays his hand flat against my lower abdomen, pulling me closer to him.

I feel his member pressing into my tailbone, the only thing separating us is the two thin bits of underwear we're wearing.

His hand feathers over my skin and he travelling lower and lower until his fingers are hovering over my heat.

"Please." I whisper and he attaches his lips to the nape of my neck as he finally touches me, his fingers gently begging wondering around my clothes heat, he lets a low groan out at the motion.

I reach back and place my arm between us, finding his underwear and feeling his dick as it gets harder and bigger by the second.

He swiftly takes the band of my underwear and pulls them down before standing up again and returning his hand back to my now exposed body and the other hand takes a hold of my breast. His lips are then attacking my neck, shoulder and cheek.

We both let out a loud synchronised moan as his fingers graze the wetness near my entrance.

"You always get this worked up around me?" He asks cheekily and I roll my eyes smiling.

"Maybe. Sometimes." I answer and then he begins working his fingers, rubbing my clit in circular motions and then switching to push two of his long fingers inside of me, slowly and sensually.

the way his fingers move against my heat, patiently, responsive and sensually, it's almost like he knows exactly how to please me without thinking about it.

I can feel the wetness growing as his pace grows faster and the knot in the pit of my core tightens with pleasure.

"Rafe, I'm-." I go to speak but my orgasm hits me suddenly and hard. I can't help but let out loud moan and my hand is tightly gripping his arm that's wrapped around my body as he holds me through my climax.

Once I've ridden it through and have sunk back to reality I turn around and face the man I love without hesitation.

I pull his head down and attach my lips to his so quickly our teeth clink a little. Our movements are messy and heated as he bends down, grabbing my thighs and lifting me up around his waist.

Our kiss breaks only for him to place me onto his bed. He then leans back and takes off his underwear before leaning forward to kiss me again and as his body pressers to mine I can feel his dick brushing my inner thigh.

"Let me make love to you, please" he moans into my mouth.

"never stop." I reply and that's enough confirmation before he leans back to align himself at my entrance.

He lifts one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, inching forward at this deep angle. Our moans are full of sexual relief as he pushes deeper and deeper, stretching me to his size perfectly.

His gaze is fixed on mine as our faces our inches apart. As much as I want to kiss him, I need to show him I love him in this moment.

His thrusts begin at a slow pace and we both let out small groans every time he reaches deeper inside of me.

"I love you so much." I reach my hand to his face and tuck a strand of hair away from his eye.

"Yeah? Say it again." He asks, pushing deeper and faster with each thrust and my leg is now resting between his elbow and forearm.

"I love you Rafe." I say in a loud moan, looking shamelessly into his eyes and his jaws falls loose as his eyes roll back and he growls.

He leans forward and kisses me, now fucking me hard and fast, I can barely catch my breath but I can feel that knot tighten again and it's overwhelming in the best way.

"I love you." He says as he hurries his head into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin.

I can't get enough of him. I tug onto his hair as he continues to kiss my neck and then back to my lips. Out tongues become more than familiar with each other as we explore our bodies more and more.

"I'm almost- are you?" He breaths. Our bodies are sweaty and warm and I wouldn't want it any other way.

"Yeah" I moan, our eyes locked together as he thrusts into me sloppy and forcefully a few more times before I have to squeeze my eyes at the feeling of the orgasm releasing from my core.

I can feel him twitch inside of me before he's buried deep inside and his warm release fills me.

We both become still as our climaxes come down and we just lay there peacefully.

He rolls off of me but not before pressing a quick kiss to my lips and sighs once he's on his back.

I can feel his release still inside of me and it's a satisfying feeling. I turn onto my side and rest my head on my hand and elbow on the pillow as I look at his face. Blush on his cheeks, sweat on his upper lip and hairline, his lips swollen. He's perfect.

"I'm all yours. Do what you want with me, when you want. I surrender." He smirks, lazy eyes looking up at me through his lashes.

"Good to know. I'll remember you said that next time you piss me off." I clap back and he rolls his eyes and groans, lifting his arm and slapping my ass before getting up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" I gasp at the slight sting, watching his naked self stroll towards his ensuite.

"Care to join?" He picks a towel up and turns the light on then nods at me to go over. I of course stand up as quick as I can, considering my legs were like jelly.

He shamelessly rakes his eyes over my breasts and ass but I like it, I do the same... it's hard not to stare at the size of it.

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sodasback · 3 years

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Let Go

Reposting Let Go from my deleted accounts. Minor edits made.

JJ Maybank x Reader

Just SMUT. Real filthy smut.

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content. Cursing. All consensual. 18+

JJ got a gig cleaning pools on Figure 8 for the summer. And your family had a pool. Ergo, JJ was at your house every couple weeks cleaning your pool.

Of course, you knew JJ Maybank. He was the gorgeous bad boy Pogue every girl swooned over. And JJ Maybank knew you too. You were the Kook man-eater, currently on the arm of none other than Rafe Cameron. And sure you and Rafe had a good time together and you loved how possessive he was over you, but you both knew deep down your relationship was all about status. You were the ultimate young power couple of Figure 8.

You and JJ, on the other hand, despised each other. …but like many have said, there’s a thin line between love and hate. And the truth was: you and JJ hated each other because you wanted what the other seemed to have.

You wanted to be free. Free of the obligation and the standards and the suffocating expectations. And JJ wanted to feel secure and cared for. Fuck, he just wanted to know where his next meal was coming from and what roof he was gonna sleep under without getting yelled at.

Right now, JJ was standing shirtless and sweaty with perfectly messy wet hair as he used the net to get crap out of the pool at your house while you were coming home from a day of waxing, tanning, manicures and pedicures.

You saw JJ and decided your day just hadn’t had enough excitement in it yet.

“Hey pool boy” You called to him with the perfect amount of flirtation and snobbery. JJ looked up at you.

“You missed a spot.” You said, pointing to the leaves that were in the pool near you. He walked over to you with his usual cocky, Kook-hating attitude.

“Yeah, so did whoever sprayed that fake tan on you.” He retorted back, gesturing to a blotchy spot on your hip exposed by your cropped tank top.

You looked down at it, “Fuck!” you cursed, causing JJ to laugh as he scooped the leaves out of the pool.

“Shit, money can buy you everything, can’t it Y/L/N?” JJ asked casually, “Fake hair, fake tan, fake nails. Is anything about you real?” He asked looking down at your bare cleavage pushing up through your top.

“There’s only one way for you to find out.” Your was voice dripping in sex and JJ looked at you in shock, not expecting your answer as his lips parted slightly, exactly the reaction you wanted.

“...too bad I don’t date stoner surf bums though.” You shrugged.

And JJ regained the composure he lost for a second as he leaned the net against the wall and turned back to face you.

“Yeah, you prefer psychotic, spoiled coke addicts, right?” He narrowed his eyes down at you and you glared at him.

“He doesn’t do that shit anymore.” You stated definitively, referring to Rafe’s drug habit.

JJ snorted and nodded at you, “Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night princess. …But I did literally just see him doing lines and drinking cocktails when I was cleaning the Cameron’s pool today.”

You felt disappointed, hurt and angry at this news. Because 1. Rafe canceled plans with you today to do “something important” for his dad and 2. You also knew Rafe wouldn’t usually drink and get high by himself, so you were pretty sure JJ was leaving part of the story out. 3. Rafe promised he wasn’t using coke anymore.

“You know he’s an asshole, right?” JJ asked, wanting you to admit you were a better person than your reputation made you out to be.

You were quiet as you internally acknowledged that JJ was right.

Without an answer from you, he sighed, “But I guess… superficial Kook princess like you will tolerate just about anything to make mommy and daddy happy with that Cameron last name.” He shrugged.

You smirked at this, “You almost sound a little jealous, Maybank.”

JJ scoffed, but you continued taking a step towards him as he held his ground. “I mean, I may not be some desperate tourist or some grungy surfer chick, but I know you think I’m hot.”

JJ broke eye contact with you and shook his head, opening his mouth to object but you took another step towards him and you could hear his breathing falter slightly as he looked back at you. So now you were ready to lie and say the thing you needed to say to get what you and JJ both desperately desired.

“And I know you wanna fuck me.” You said dangerously, taking another step so you and JJ’s bodies were almost touching, running a finger down JJ’s bare abs, making him shiver before you looked up at him, “But you’re scared. You’re scared that you wouldn’t live up to Rafe Cameron because you’re just a dirty, little Pogue from The Cut and-”

“Shut the fuck up.” JJ commanded through gritted teeth as he grabbed your hips and pushed you roughly against the wall of the pool house. You gasped and your eyes widened.

You and JJ both knew you said what you said to get to this point: You looking up at JJ with a little fear in your eyes as your heart raced and your core clenched. And JJ looking down at you like a wolf trapping his prey as he pressed your body firmly into the wall behind you with a harsh grip on your hips. He stepped in closer to you, pressing his body into your’s to keep you in place as he lifted one hand to grip your chin and smush your cheeks a little bit.

“You run that little mouth of your’s so much and no one ever puts you in your fucking place.”

You let the shock of JJ actually making this move leave as quickly as it came and you pushed back against JJ’s chest with your hands and tried to push his arm away from your face, not wanting to give in so easily. But JJ wrestled with your squirming body and grabbed both your wrists and pinned them on either side of your head. You huffed in frustration.

This caused you both to smile at each other, knowing this is what you wanted. But just in case, JJ loosened his grip on your wrists ever so slightly and looked in your eyes seriously for a second, “Hey, you want this right? Say ‘red’ if you actually wanna stop, yeah?” He asked. You looked in his eyes and nodded.

“Like how far do you want me to take this?” He checked one more time.

“Anything JJ” You told him. And he still looked unsure. “I’ll say ‘red’ if I want you to stop, promise.” And he searched your face for a second, then nodded at you sweetly before he smirked going right back “into character.”

His grip on your wrists tightened as he moved them further above your head so he could hold both of them with one hand and move his other hand to squeeze your chin and cheeks again.

“I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you look at me. You think I don’t, but I know you open your window whenever I’m here cleaning the pool, so you can catch a glimpse of me. Or even when you’re with your douche boyfriend and see me on the street. You think I don’t see the double take you do?” He said and you tried to turn your head away from him, but he firmly turned your chin so you’d look at him again. JJ moved his grip to your jaw so you could talk.

“If you noticed all that, that means you were looking at me too. At the beach, you stare at me in my bikini. And I saw you at Boneyard parties watching me dance with my friends.” You told him.

JJ just narrowed his eyes at you, knowing he had gotten caught too. You slipped one of your wrists free and grabbed JJ’s wrist to move his hand from your jaw. But he overpowered you and pinned your arm to your side.

“So if you’ve wanted this for such a long time, why are you still fighting it? Are you this much of a fucking brat for Cameron?” JJ asked, still looking in your eyes before he moved next to your head to whisper in your ear.

You closed your eyes feeling his hot breath hit your ear as he continued, “I think it’s because, unlike me, we both know, he doesn’t give a fuck if he makes you feel good.”

JJ pressed a small kiss just below your ear and then nibbling and sucking on your earlobe causing you to let out the smallest whimper you couldn’t hold back.

“You know I’m gonna make you feel better than he ever has, but you can’t admit that, even to yourself, so you’re gonna resist me as much as you can so you can feel like you aren’t betraying him and being a shitty girlfriend for letting a pogue, none the less, be the one to make you so wet.”

JJ continued, sucking on your neck just a little and speaking again, “And you get to run the show wherever you go and even if you won’t say it, you crave for someone to take control from you and put you in your place. For once, in your god-damned spoiled princess life, you want someone to not let you be in charge.” He finished as he pressed his body against your’s before checking your expression.

You chest was heaving up and down as you breathed heavily being way more turned on having JJ Maybank pin you against a wall than you cared to admit. You glared at him with a furrow in your brow. Then you surged forward. JJ released your wrists and you grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other as your lips crashed on his. JJ’s hand immediately went to the back of your upper thigh as he hitched one of your legs onto his hip. His other hand was squeezing your torso; his thumb sneaking underneath your bra and skimming the underside of your boob in the most aggravatingly teasing way possible.

Your mouths were already open, tongues wrestling each other, teeth hitting in the process. You jumped up and wrapped your other leg around JJ’s waist as he squeezed your legging-covered thighs.

After the initial surge of adrenaline, you both slowed down a little. You tugged at the roots of JJ’s hair and he groaned a little before biting your bottom lip and pulling away from you slightly, giving your thighs a hard squeeze at the same time.

When JJ released your lower lip, you pulled away from him, “Pool house.” Was all you said before your lips started moving against each other again and JJ walked through the door of the pool house, into the guest bedroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him as he nudged your head to the side to start leaving hot, wet open-mouth kisses along your jaw and down your neck causing you to moan as he let your legs slide down his waist so you were standing again.

His hands gripped your hips as he kept working on your neck while he walked you backwards towards the bed. He gave you no space as you fell back onto the bed and he continued to crawl over you, now taking his time to suck your neck as he propped himself up with arm near your shoulder. The other hand massaging your hip.

“Maybank, no hickeys. …Rafe.” You said. And really you said it for both your sakes, knowing if Rafe found out who you cheated on him with, it wouldn’t be good for either of you, but worse for JJ for sure.

“I really don’t give a fuck.” JJ said as he continued leaving more hickeys along your neck just to spite Rafe even more.

“Take your top off.” JJ commanded.

You rolled your eyes and took your tank top off before JJ’s hand flew to your throat holding it with only slight pressure. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He said calmly and almost teasingly, which only made it that much more intimidating. He knew he was really pushing your limits of being told what to do.

So after the breath hitched in your throat, you just stared at him defiantly in a stand off. JJ raised his eyebrows expecting an answer from you, but you stayed silent, rubbing your lips together firmly, contemplating your next move so JJ snaked his fingers in your hair and slowly but firmly pulled, cranking your neck to the side and eliciting a sigh full of pleasure and pain to escape your now open mouth. “Fine.” You spat out.

JJ let out a dark chuckle. “You’re such a fucking brat. But you love this don’t you?” He asked before dipping a finger in your bra cup and pulling it down so your breasts were exposed to him.

He took a moment to admire them as he squeezed one before going down and swirling his tongue around your other nipple and biting at it lightly. He looked up at you, “You like to push back because you want me to show you how much stronger I am than you. You love being dominated, huh?”

You took a deep breath as JJ put his mouth on your boob and sucked a harsh hickey there, while his hand started playing with the waist line of your leggings teasing you. “You love feeling helpless underneath me?”

He snuck his fingers underneath your leggings and your lace thong but didn’t move further yet, “Answer me.”

And with the anticipation of JJ finally touching you where you need him, the answer easily fell from your lips “Yes” you breathed out.

“Good girl” JJ praised as he ran his fingers through your folds. You let out a pained breath at finally being touched but JJ also saw the way your mouth twitched like you were going to object and then stopped.

JJ chuckled. “You don’t usually like being called a good girl. But you wanna be my good girl, don’t you?” He asked gently stroking your clit, causing you to close your eyes and open your mouth.

Then, JJ abruptly plunged a finger into you, “Don’t you?” He asked more sternly this time.

“Fuck! Yes.” You answered.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s see how much of a good girl you can be. Take off your leggings and your bra and get on your knees.” JJ said as he quickly pulled his fingers from you. And stood up from the bed.

You sat up on the bed and gaped at him as he smiled at you evilly. He knew he was really pushing your limits, but he also knew it was only turning both of you on even more.

“Seriously JJ?!” You asked getting mad about all the teasing.

When you didn’t immediately get up and follow JJ’s orders, he came over and put his hand under your chin as he pulled your lower lip down with his thumb, “Don’t make me tell you twice, sweetheart.” You narrowed your eyes at him, but grabbed his wrist as his thumb released your lip, to pull yourself up from the bed.

JJ took a step back as you stripped down to just your thong. You smiled, catching him indulging himself drinking in your naked body.

“Knees” he reminded you. And before you could even do it, JJ said, “Don’t even think about rolling your eyes.” You gathered all your strength to not be bratty back with a deep breath as you got on your knees in front of JJ.

As much as you had a love-hate relationship with the way JJ was teasing you, being in this position, on your knees in front of him, only made your panties that much more drenched. Your hands wasted no time going to his swim trunks and pulling them down releasing his cock as it slapped up against his stomach. Your mouth was practically watering.

JJ ran a hand through your hair, “Is my good girl desperate to have me in her mouth?”

“Are you gonna keep making me answer questions this whole time or are you gonna let me suck your dick?” You asked bluntly.

JJ smiled, but harshly pulled your hair eliciting a whiny “ow” from you.

“For once, you need to work for everything you get and you need to be the one not in charge Y/N. And then I’ll make you feel better than any guy ever has. But you have to be good.”

“What if I’m not?” you asked innocently, tilting your head to the side.

JJ smiled, “Then there’s just gonna be more pain with your pleasure.” He said simply and then added, “But I’m learning you’d probably like that too. You’re dirtier than I thought. You like being a little slut, huh?”

You contemplated. Wondering if you should give in to JJ or keep resisting.

You looked up at him and nodded, “Mhmm”

He smiled down at you knowing he had won a little. He pumped his cock a few times. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes, JJ” you breathed out.

“Tell me how much you want it. Work for it.”

You gathered more strength and finally decided to fully submit to JJ’s whole power dynamic.

“JJ please, I want your cock down my throat.” You said, placing your hand below his, around his cock.

“Put your mouth on it baby.” He encouraged. And you licked your lips before running your tongue along the underside of it. JJ took a sharp inhale and gathered your hair in a ponytail as you wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue around the head. You took more of him in your mouth sucking as your hand pumped the rest.

“Fuck Y/N.” JJ groaned and threw his head back. Your head bobbed up and down on his length as saliva started to drip down your chin just a little. Each time you went down, you took a tiny bit more of him into your mouth. One hand now running your nails along his thigh.

Finally, you took all of JJ in your mouth and his cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Fuck” JJ cursed again. He let you be in control for a few moments longer before he couldn’t help but thrust into your mouth.

“Ahh you’re such a good little slut for me Y/N. You take my cock so well.” He told you as he hit the back of throat repeatedly. “Touch yourself baby. Is choking on my cock making you wet?”

You slid your fingers through your painfully throbbing cunt and opened your eyes to look up at JJ and nodded. JJ pulled out of your mouth completely letting you breathe. “You want more baby?” He asked and you nodded your head eagerly.

“I want you to cum down my throat, J” you said. JJ bit his lip and looked at you painfully, having so many places in mind where he wanted to cum. “Fuck” He cursed again as you took him back in your mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back, pretty girl.” He said and you immediately obeyed as he fucked your face. A few more thrusts and JJ was cumming down your throat and you continued bobbing your head up and down on his cock working him through it while you swallowed. JJ pulled his cock from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting the two as you caught your breath. JJ’s body was flooded with a rush of oxytocin motivating him to lift you from the ground and onto the bed.

“Fuck, so good for me baby.” He said, wiping the saliva and cum from the corner of your mouth his thumb and then peppering kisses along your jaw and neck.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled him away from you for a second so you could kiss his mouth. JJ and you kissed sensually as he held some of his body weight off you and then he started kissing his way down to your stomach.

He left one more gentle kiss just above the waistline of your thong before he put his arms under each of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed while he got on his knees on the ground. He sucked red marks that would surely be turning purple on your inner thighs as he ran his finger underneath the side of your thong multiple times.

“JJ stop teasing and do something already.” You whined.

JJ chuckled, “Someone’s desperate” he teased as he pulled your panties down your legs.

“Spread your legs for me” He commanded as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs again and took a long look at your dripping cunt like he was looking at a piece of cake. “Ahh your pretty little pussy is so wet, Y/N. Who are you this wet for?”

“You, JJ.” You sighed out feeling his warm breath hit your core and dying for some physical contact.

“That’s right baby” He praised smugly before giving your clit a gentle kiss and then kitten licks that quickly turned to sucking on your clit.

You immediately threw your head back and closed your eyes at the pleasure. JJ was truly an expert at eating pussy. After giving your clit attention he moved down and fucked your cunt with his tongue causing your legs to clench around him and your hips to move. JJ untangled his arm from under your thigh, and grabbed one of your hands as he laid his forearm across your lower stomach to keep you still. You moved your other hand into his hair, tugging at it and making him moan into you. He then sunk 2 fingers into you and pumped in and out; curling them in just the right way while sucking on your clit again.

You moaned loudly as your legs began to quiver. “Fuck JJ!”

“You’re close pretty girl. Let go. Cum for me.” He told you and you let the rubber band snap and the waves of your orgasm rush over you. You tried to close your legs but JJ kept them open working you through it and lapping up every drop of your cum he could before you pushed his head away gently. JJ stood up and pulled you up to a sitting position on the side of the bed after you caught your breath.

JJ held his fingers dripping in your cum in front of your mouth. You obediently opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, tongue swirling around them. “Such a good little whore for me.” You leaned forward, loving the way JJ talked to you and he noticed.

He pulled his fingers from you mouth and held your chin tilted up at him. “God, you’re so much kinkier than I thought. You like being called names, huh?”

You nodded and then looked away and blushed. “I like when you call me names. I don’t know why- I-”

“No. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s fucking hot. I love that you wanna be called my little cockslut. That for once you don’t need to be this perfect Kook. You can be a dirty little slut for me.” He said pecking your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your chin.

Then, he paused for a second like he was hesitant about something but then he said, “Open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue.” He commanded as he pulled down your chin with his thumb.

You did as you were told and stuck out your tongue. JJ bent down a little and spit in your mouth. “Fucking swallow.” He ordered lowly. And you swallowed it greedily, feeling your pussy throbbing again. JJ noticed your legs rubbing together and he grew hard again at the sight of you being turned on from him spitting in your mouth.

“Fuck” JJ cursed to himself for the umpteenth time. Then, he was caught off guard as you pulled him onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

“JJ, I need you inside me.” You told him as you straddled him and pinned his wrists to the bed.

JJ looked at you amused, “Oh you think you’re gonna be on top for this?” JJ asked incredulously.

You smiled at him. “Yup” you said, as you released one of his wrists so you could line him up with your entrance. But before you could, JJ easily flipped the two of you over and pinned your arms down.

“JJ!” You protested in frustration and tried to sit up or flip over again, but JJ just kissed you hard into the mattress. Then he sunk into you, pulling away from the kiss at the same time to hear your moan as you felt him fill you up.

“Shit y/n/n.” JJ hissed, “You’re so tight, baby.” He laced his fingers through your’s, “Ready?” He asked. You nodded your head. And JJ started to rock his hips slowly into you.

“Faster, J” You told him and he just smirked at you causing you to furrow your brow in confusion.

“Beg for it.” He stated.

“JJ” You warned sternly and you wrapped your legs around his waist to try and get leverage to flip you both over so you could control the pace but it was no use.

“Nice try. ..Tell me I’m better than Rafe and I’ll give you what you want.” He said smugly. You immediately rolled your eyes and JJ stopped completely.

“Wrong move princess. Get on your elbows and knees, ass up.” he commanded darkly as he pulled out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. “I’m not telling you again.” JJ said.

“Relax” You grumbled as you got on your elbows and knees and JJ immediately landed a hard slap to your ass.

“Ow! Fuck J!” You yelled at him. JJ spotted a scarf hanging off the headboard and grabbed it.

“Sit up on your knees. Give me your hands” He said tying your hands together with the scarf.

“Really JJ?” You asked.

“You know, I wonder how hard I need to go to fuck that attitude out of you” JJ wondered out loud as he turned to grab something else.

“Maybe if you actually fucked me hard, you could find ou-” You couldn’t finish what you were saying because JJ had stuffed your drenched lace thong in your mouth making you even more turned on and frustrated at the same time.

JJ pushed you down onto you elbows and then propped your ass up further in the air. “There” he said satisfied landing another slap to your other ass cheek causing a muffled squeak to come from you.

“You’ve been such a bratty little slut for me. I don’t think you deserve to get fucked. But I can’t resist your tight little cunt.” JJ said sinking into you from behind. “Fuck Y/N” he groaned stretching you out again and then slamming into you hard. He continued thrusting into you and then felt your walls clench a little. “Don’t you dare cum, pretty girl.”

“Please JJ” You whined around your thong. JJ reached around and pulled your panties from you mouth. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Please JJ.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum. I’ll do anything.” You begged as he continued thrusting into you.

“Tell me I’m better than Rafe.” He spat out.

“Yes, JJ you’re better than Rafe. Fuck!”

“Are you mine or his?” He asked.

“I’m your’s JJ. I’m a filthy little slut for you. Please!” You whimpered.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.” He told you. Your orgasm hit you hard and JJ fucked you through it and then he kept going and reached a hand around to play with your clit. You whimpered from the overstimulation.

“Fuck J, stop, too much.” You whined. And tried to move his hand away. He used his other hand to pull you up by your hair so your back was flush against his chest. “Fucking take it.” He said through gritted teeth as a second orgasm built. “Cum with me one more time. Be my filthy little cockslut baby.”

You moaned loudly as JJ bit into your shoulder and you both reached your climax again. JJ thrusted slowly as you came down from your highs. He slowly pulled out of you and gently laid you both down. He pulled the comforter over you both as you turned to face him and nuzzled into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you as you both laid together naked and completely blissed out.

“You okay? Was that okay? Did we go too far?” JJ asked with his chin on the top of your head. You leaned back a little so he could see your face.

“That was fucking hot Maybank.” You said and pecked his lips before snuggling back into him. He let out a relieved chuckle and pecked the top of your head.

As you laid there in JJ’s arms, you felt …free. You reached a hand around to comb through JJ’s hair at the back of his head as you rubbed your thumb back and forth his skin where your hand was on his back. And JJ felt …secure and taken care of.

It turned out that you could give each other what the other one so desperately needed.

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The boneyard was a melting pot, pogues, tourons, and kooks unalike all gathering for one of the last kegger's of summer. This mash together of kids from all over Kildare and the mainland always ended in chaos, it was just a matter of time before shit went down tonight.

Rafe had his arm thrown around my shoulders as we walked down the path to the boneyard. I could faintly see Topper and Kelce downing the cups of pogue provided beer. Didn’t matter whether or not the kooks or pogues could get along, as long as it was on the cut and alcohol was provided, the teens could get along for a limited amount of time.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for college this week?” It was Sarah who yelled out to me, running up to her brother and I in her floral printed dress. Rafe’s arm dropped to his side as she came with Topper not far behind.

“Oh I just couldn’t miss my last kegger before leaving, Duke can wait on me one more day.” The two of us embraced in one of those hugs that has you shifting your weight from side to side. I guess she didn’t realize I wouldn’t leave for college for another month, but I was sure she was already too drunk for me to explain it to her that she was not thinking of the right month.

As Sarah was hanging onto me probably a little too tight, Topper was giving Rafe one of those looks that said everything but also nothing at the same time. Like prior knowledge had to be known to understand the context. I of course did not, those two always had some stupid shit planned and I can almost guarantee it had to do with messing up the pogues’ little party.

The sun hung low on the horizon after I had finished my third cup, the colors illuminating the sky so brilliantly it felt like a fantasy. I stripped off my top and headed for the water, the pinks and purples of the sky reflected in its crashing waters. It was so cold, the temperature sent shivers up my body and a familiar rush in my energy. Almost waist deep now, I submerged my body completely under the water. It was always how I remembered it, calm and refreshing.

“C’mon Rafe! Don’t be a little bitch and get in there, I see the way you look at her,” Topper spewed, pushing his friend to have a little courage.

“Man what the fuck are you even talking about?” Deny everything Rafe thought.

“Oh come on dude, you’ve been making please love me eyes at her since the sixth grade, and please fuck me eyes at her since the tenth, when are you gonna do something about it for once? You’ve got a month to make a move, or regret it your entire life,” Topper continued his monologue as Rafe tuned him out, too distracted by the girl, his girl, staring out into the Atlantic like it was calling to her.

His heart was pounding as he made a B-line for the water, a light jog, but not so fast someone would think he’s crazy, or just madly in love. He swiftly pulled his polo over and off his head before plunging into the chilly water. Topper clearly knew whatever he'd said had worked.

I heard him before I saw him, Rafe approached and submerged himself just as I had a few minutes before.

“If we get hypothermia I'm sending you my hospital bills.” He laughed, wading around in the shallow water.

“Oh shock! Rafe Cameron threatening his medical bill payments? I never could’ve guessed!” We enjoyed our few minutes of peace before talking again.

“But it’s basically impossible anyways, you get use to it after awhile, maybe it’ll calm your hot-headed ass down,” I giggled and prepared for what always came next. Rafe pickup me up around my waist, lifting me over his shoulder before attempting to sprint as fast as he could deeper into the water. His hands had been wrapped around the back of my knees for a few moments until he threw himself and I down into the deeper water, both of us completely submerged beneath the surface.

The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and the deep blue of the sky was beginning to envelop the boneyard. We had come up for air, and I began splashing him with the water around us, payback for his antics. Theres no way in hell I’d be able to throw him down into the water too, this was the best I could come up with. The two of us were laughing before Rafe grabbed my arms and twisted me around so my back was flesh against his front. I gave up on trying to fight him off. Instead I just rested against him in an attempt to catch my breath.

“Hey Rafe, can we talk about something?” Oh fuck she knows, he thought. This was gonna be it, it’s going to fuck up his entire plan.

“Yeah, uh sure, like here?” He questioned.

“Maybe not here, I think we’ve got as audience,” he knew she was referring to Topper and Kelce, they were watching from the beach.

"The truck then?" I nodded my head, not at all prepared for the favor I needed to ask of him.

The sand stuck to my feet as we headed back to where his truck was, the chilly air wrapping around my body. Rafe opened the backseat door and pulled out a towel for me, always prepared. He pulled the passenger side door and I slid into the seat, the heat of his car pumping through the interior. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if his was too. We made it about halfway to tannyhill before speaking.

“Soooo,” he said.

“You’re going to think I’m absolutely crazy, Rafe," I laughed in an attempt to hide my nervousness.

"First of all, you're already crazy, and second of all, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're going to say," his hands were clenching the steering wheel harder now.

""Oh really? You already knew that I was going to ask you to take my virginity?" I don't know why, but I just blurted it out.

His car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, lunging me forward as he stared in disbelief at the road infront of him.

"Im sorry, what did you just say?"

"That I want you to take my virginity? V-card? Cherry? Damn Rafe how else am I supposed to say it?"

"And," there was a pause in his voice like he didn't believe me, "your being serious, correct?"

“Correct.”

“And, come again? I need to hear that one more time.”

“Jesus fuck Rafe, I’m being dead serious, I want you to take my virginity, what about that is so hard to explain?” It came out as more of a yell than a scream, he took a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He was thinking long and hard, I knew because he always had something to say, and now he wasn’t saying anything at all. It felt like hours had past before he spoke again.

“Why?”

It was my turn for a long sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and I want to do it, but whenever I think about it in my head the only person I can see doing it with is you. You’re the only person I trust enough with my own body, I mean shit,” I had to think for a long time before admitting what came next.

“Whenever someone, you know like Scarlet or whoever, asks about who I’m interested in or whatever it may be, not a single person ever comes to mind except you, it’s like all I see when I look at you is you, everything else is like blurred around you and whenever I think about who the love of my life will be, I always think of you, not some mystery guy that I haven’t met yet.” I didn’t plan for this to be a full confession on how I feel about him, but here I am spilling everything I’ve been holding in my heart for the last three years.

“And I know that sounds fucking stupid I know, I mean we’re still teenagers for crying out loud, but when I’m with you it always feels like I’m home.” I was nearly crying at this point, struggling to get the words out of my chest that had been waiting for so long. He was listening, deadly quiet, and I had no idea what he was thinking for once in my life.

“You know what? Just forget about it, can you take me home please?” I was definitely crying now, it felt like I’d ripped my own heart to shreds. Theres no way he could ever feel the same way about me, he protected me like I was his own blood, not like he was in love with me. My face was nestled into the sleeve of my hoodie as the tears came out. His hands had moved back to the steering wheel now, gripping onto it so tight I thought it might break. The muscles in his forearms almost looked like they were twitching, but he still had the car in park.

He wanted to just grab her and kiss her right now, the girl he'd been in love with since the sixth grade sitting in his passenger seat, her seat, confessing her feelings to him. Rafe knew it was alot for her to ask, but it meant even more to him everything that she had said after her original question. And there was no way in hell he was going to let her get away again.

Rafe reached his hand over to hold onto her tear stained cheek.

"y/n," The bother of them were breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you," it slipped from my mouth and he leaned in to kiss me. It felt like I had a wave of electricity coursing through my body. His hand grasping onto my face as he leaned over the center console. My hand reaching for his chest, his lips on mine as we intertwined with one another. It felt like everything in my life was complete, and the tension has been released. His fingers tangled in my hair.

It was over before I realized it, and Rafe was driving me home. My breathing hadn't normalized in any way, it was like I needed to throw up my heart to get the knot out. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his had felt on me, the way his lips felt on mine, the way it felt for once in my life like I was loved.

"i'll think about it," his voice cracked.

I leapt out of his car as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face. Did he feel the same? Did he not? My brain was spinning so fast I barely made it inside my bedroom door before collapsing. I wrapped myself up in the thick comforter, a heart full of ache and a body exhauster with sleep.

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mentalpolaroids · 3 years

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hey i loved “Bed, Couch, Floor” and i was wondering if you could make a part 2 to it? like maybe have her and topper fight a lot more but then have them forgive each other and it become fluff towards the end? and have john b get a little closer to y/n? thank you !!

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Blurb request | 17. Bed, couch, floor, I don't care - Part 2

John B x female!Reader

Got a little shitty at the end, I was tired, sorry 😬

Part 1

On my way home, I was glad I was alone because I was sure I looked ridiculous smiling so widely. My thoughts kept on going back to John B, and our little moment at the chateau kept replaying in my head, despite the events that led to that. Unfortunately that smile faded into a frown when I got home. Topper was sitting on the doorstep and he immediately got up when he saw me approaching, making me roll my eyes in annoyance because I could already see another fight coming. If not because I defended John B back at the beach, it would be because I walked home alone. There always had to be something for my brother to act all protective over me and I was starting to get really sick and tired of his stupid pep talks about the things I did wrong. Wrong at least in his eyes, of course. And mom's.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick!"

"I'm not in the mood Topper, goodnight." I made my way to open the door.

"(Y/N), I'm serious, where have you been? You can't just walk around alone at night."

"I was at John B's, you know, taking care of the mess you made."

"Oh John B, of course."

"What is your problem?" I walked back to stand in front of him, "No, wait, let me be more specific, what is your problem with John B?"

He rolled his eyes at my question and at the sarcasm dripping out of it.

"He's a Pogue, you shouldn't be hanging around with him or his friends. They're reckless and will get you in trouble!"

"Have you ever thought that maybe you and your asshole friends are the trouble? Why can't you and just leave them alone?" My voice was getting louder but I didn't care, I was losing all my patience with Topper and even more with all the Pogues vs. Kooks bullshit.

“They ask for it most of the time.”

“Oh, find another excuse, Topper!”

I made my way to the door again.

“(Y/N)!”

“Leave me alone! Jesus, you’re just like mom.” and with that, I finally entered the house and went straight to my room, going to sleep mad, instead of content as I intended to when John B was in my head.

The next morning my mood wasn’t any better than from the night before. The fight with Topper was still ringing in my head and I definitely wasn’t looking forward to face him and deal with his bullshit. I forced myself to push those thoughts away as I rolled around in my bed, John B finally putting a shy smile back on my face when his appeared in my head. I really wanted to see him again and hopefully as soon as possible.

I got ready for the day, intending on stopping by the chateau to check on the Pogues. I still felt really bad for letting my brother and his poor choice of friends swing their fists on them, mostly John B and JJ, so I wanted to make sure they were ok. And, obviously, keep my promise on taking the freckled boy on a date, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind about me because of what happened the night before.

I got down to the kitchen to grab something to eat before leaving and the small amount of enthusiasm I had for the day vanished as soon as I locked eyes with Topper, who was leaning on the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hey.” he said, quietly.

I unconsciously sighted in response, as if showing that I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him any time soon. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and a bottle of juice from the fridge, already planning on eating on my way to the Cut just so I could eat in peace.

“(Y/N).” I ignored him again, “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I really am, please stop ignoring me.”

I turned around to face him with impatience.

“Then stop being an idiot. You know, sometimes it’s exhausting being associated with you. Or this family, really.”

Regret and hurt flushed through his face as he listened to my words and I almost felt bad for him, but there was only so much of his attitude that I could take and it felt like it was time to let my frustrations out.

“I’m just trying to look out for you, you know? You’re my sister, I have to protect you, and everytime I see you with those… with the Pogues I get scared that they’ll get you in trouble.”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause that would embarrass you, right? And would just give mom another reason to award you as the best child.”

“It’s not like that, (Y/N).”

“Yes it is! It has always been like that!” my voice came out louder than I intended but I guess I had reached my limit, and it was time to finally voice my built up frustrations, “You two only care about your image and your reputation, you don’t care about me! You know, I don’t remember the last time mom asked me if I was ok, if I needed anything, if I was happy or why I was sad.”

He looked down in shame, knowing exactly what I was talking about. It was the same with him, the only difference was that he took interest in the Kook life and wasn’t afraid of owning it, just like our mom wanted. On the other hand, I despised the cockiness and lack of empathy that came with all of it and I guess neither my mom or Topper understood why I distanced myself from this lifestyle, calling me ungrateful. I was grateful, alright, I knew I was lucky to not have to worry about my financial state, what bugged me was how people rubbed that on other peoples faces and acted as if they were better than them just because they had more money. My brother knew how I felt about the financial and state inequality of the island, but instead of trying to understand my point he would just mock me. And I had had enough of it.

“As long as I please the both of you, nothing else matters. I’m tired of it. Just leave me alone, and go back to minding your spoiled boy business.”

I turned my back to him and made my way to leave the house as I tried to keep my breathing under control. I knew seeing my brother first thing in the morning would leave me in a sour mood but I wasn’t expecting a whole ass argument.

“(Y/N), wait!”

Topper’s voice echoed from inside the house as I crossed the front yard. I didn’t stop or turn around, I was focused solely on getting the hell out of Figure Eight for a few hours to clear my head. A hand around my wrist forced me to stop walking and, with an annoyed shrug from Topper’s grip, I turned to face him again.

“Just listen to me, ok? I’m sorry.”

“I have better things to do than listen to you.”

“(Y/N) please, I’m serious. I’m sorry, for last night, for being an idiot sometimes…”

“Sometimes?”

“Just…” he sighed, he was annoyed now too, “Listen. I know how you feel, ok? I swear I do, and I’m sorry for not being there for you the way I should. Let me make it up for you.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“Make it up for me?”

“Yeah, you know, like, let me do something for you as an apology for being an asshole to you. Anything.”

I just stood there, staring at my brother as if waiting for him to start laughing in my face. But he didn’t and, for more that I hated to admit, he looked genuinely willing to apologize. Whatever and however he meant it.

“You can drive me to the Cut.”

He looked at me in disbelief.

“Are you serious?”

“You said anything.”

“Ok, ok, alright.” he went back inside the house to grab and a few seconds later came back with his car keys “Where to?”

“John B’s. I want to go check on him. You know, because of the...”

“Yeah, the mess I made, yeah, I got it.”

“Glad we’re learning something.” I muttered, getting in the passenger seat and taking a bite of my apple, which was gone as soon as we arrived at the chateau.

“Here we are.”

Topper pulled up not far from the chateau, and knowing he was expecting to just drop me off, I decided to take advantage of his “apology” and torture him a bit.

“There’s one more thing you could do for me.”

“What?”

“You apologized to me, and now I want you to apologize to John B.”

He looked at me as if I just asked him to drown himself in the water and I actually had to contain myself from laughing.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, Topp, I’m not. You said you would do anything.”

He sighed in annoyance.

“Yeah, I’m starting to regret saying that.”

Approaching the front porch, the first person I saw was JJ. His usually chilled vibe switched quickly when he saw Topper and I. His eyes were focused only on Topper, confused as to why I would show up at the chateau with my brother on my tail. The blonde boy’s reaction caught the attention of the other three Pogues and they all mirrored JJ’s expression when they saw the boy following me.

“What the hell is he doing here?” JJ asked, till not taking his eyes off of Topper, studying him in case he started something.

I saw John B place his hand on JJ’s shoulder to keep him from jumping on my brother. I honestly didn’t blame them one bit.

“He’s here to apologize.” I answered, enjoying how the four Pogues looked at me with raised eyebrows, shocked and confused, like they hadn’t heard me right.

Topper sighed behind me, still not believing I was putting him in that position. Apologizing to Pogues was probably the most embarrassing and ego-crushing thing he had ever done in his life and I was loving every second of it. Call me meanie, but my brother needed a reality check and a trip back down to Earth.

“I’m sorry, what now?” Kiara broke the awkward silence.

“This is new. And I don’t know if I like it.” Pope added, sitting back down on one of the chairs on the porch.

“Come on, Topp. Go ahead.”

I smiled cheekily at him, having way too much fun with how much I was embarrassing him.

“Is this really necessary?” he asked, still in hope I would cut him some slack.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Oh this is gonna be entertaining.” I heard John B mutter and I smiled to myself. I took a quick glance at him and he winked at me, knowing exactly what I was doing and approving the hell out of it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh come on Topper, you can do better than that.”

He sent me a killer look and clenched his jaw. I only smirked and raised my eyebrows signalling for him to continue.

“I’m sorry I punched you guys yesterday.” he agonizingly looked at John B and JJ who now wore amused smirks on their faces “It won’t happen again.”

“See, was that so bad?”

“Yes. Can I go now?”

“Yes you can.”

“Bye Topp! That was very nice of you.” John B mocked him and I finally let out the laugh I was holding.

Topper went back to his car and left, leaving me with the Pogues. John B made his way to where I was standing.

“Hi.”

“Hi” I smiled widely, looking up at him and resisting the urge to kiss him.

“Hey (Y/N), thanks for the show!” JJ yelled from the porch, referring to Topper. Him, Pope and Kiara were making their way inside the chateau, apparently to give John B and I some privacy.

“Anytime!”

“So,” the boy in front of me said, “what brings you here? Besides giving us the pleasure of seeing your brother’s ego getting destroyed.”

“Well, that was the main reason.” I played along, “Oh and I also would like to take you out, you know, ‘cause we had an agreement. I'm supposed to take you on a date.”

John B smiled and nodded, pretending to ponder my request.

“Tell you what,” he threw an arm around my shoulders and led me to the porch, “spend the day with me and the Pogues and then we’ll go out for dinner.”

“Sounds great!”

And the day was indeed great. We spent most of it on the HMS Pogue, which John B insisted on teaching me to drive, but I could tell by his body language it was just an excuse for him to hold my hands. Not complaining though.

“Wait, they plug the person’s butthole…”

“To prevent leakage of fluids, yes.” Pope finished my sentence about something he was talking about with JJ, who was containing a laugh, possibly picturing the scenario.

“Ew, guys, stop.” Kiara complained, clearly not interested in learning about Pope’s latest research.

“I think it’s interesting.” JJ commented, for once enjoying hearing Pope nerding around.

I shook my head in amusement as I watched the three bicker with each other, wishing I had a group of friends like them. John B scooted closer to me, once again throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me subtly closer to his body. I looked at him and smiled when his eyes met mine, our gazes lasting longer than supposed to. A splash of water thrown in our faces interrupted our silent flirting and that resulted in Kiara and Pope teasing us for being in “our own lovey world”, as she said, while JJ threw rather inappropriate comments from where he jumped into the water.

“Wait, you guys are going to The Wreck?” Kie asked as she helped me step out of the boat.

“Yeah, we’re having dinner there.” I answered, referring to mine and John B’s date.

“Too bad I’m not working tonight, would love to witness the start of a new love.” she made a fake and cringe lovesick voice that made me laugh.

“Who said we can’t be there, though?” JJ asked, offended that they couldn’t join us, not sure if he was pretending or not.

“I’m saying it right now, you can’t be there.”

“Damn, alright, moody bitch.” JJ answered John B’s comeback, “Good luck with that, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, I guess.” I joked, receiving a gentle push from John B.

After saying our goodbyes to the Pogues, we headed to The Wreck, hand in hand.

“Oh yeah, I remember the first time we met.”

I pushed myself to remember the day we met but somehow I just couldn’t, and I kinda felt bad for it so I tried not to show much of my profound confusion.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was like, two or three years ago. It was my first day working on Ward’s boat and you Topper and Sarah were supposed to go on a ride in it but I messed up my chores and you three ended up having to wait for me to finish.” he layed back on his elbows, his feet hanging from the dock above the water, ”I remember Topper being the bitch he usually is and saying something I honestly didn’t pay attention to, then Sarah pretty much ignored me and then you,” he looked at me and smiled adoringly, “you were super nice to me. You smiled and when I apologized for the third time about the inconvenience you said it was ok, to not worry about it, and you even offered me a bag of Oreo’s.”

“I feel really bad right now for not remembering it.”

“It’s fine, I guess it just had different meanings for the both of us. For you it was probably just another day on the boat with your friends, to me,” he looked ahead into the sunset, a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, “it was my first meal of the day. A bag of Oreo’s. Given to me by a surprisingly very nice Kook.” he shifted his gaze back to me, the frown on his face now replaced with a smile, “And a very cute one too.”

I smiled back and mirrored his position on the dock, laying back on my elbows but shifting my body weight to the side so I could face him.

“This island… Everything is just so unfair. And I know this means nothing coming from a Kook but I’m really sorry you guys have to live like that. I wish I could do something to help.”

“You not spitting on our shoes is already enough.” he joked and I smiled in amusement but I still felt bad, not only for bringing up the inequality of the island again, but also for not remembering that day, a day that, like John B said, was just another normal one for me, but to him, my small gesture, meant a lot to him.

“I mean I really like your shoes.” I answered, going along with his joke, making us both laugh.

The sound of crickets, the light Summer breeze, the sun pretty much gone, it was the perfect way to end the amazing day I had. I couldn’t remember the last time I had so much fun, especially with Kooks.

I looked at John B after spending a few seconds admiring the small view of the island. He was already looking at me and I felt the butterflies in my stomach starting to wake up. After the day we just had, the amazing time at dinner and the deep conversation under the sunset, I was ready to end the night in a way even greater than the entire day. I really, really wanted to kiss him.

“What?” my voice was low, as if the moment would be ruined if I spoke louder.

“What what?”

He smiled cheekly, knowing exactly what he was doing. And I was totally allowing it.

“I had fun today.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what to say and I kind of mentally face palmed myself for choosing such a dumb thing.

“Me too. You made it fun.”

“Oh please, you guys have fun all the time, just the four of you.”

“Yeah, but your presence made it even more special.”

“Aren’t you a charmer, John B.” I smiled shyly, not expecting the compliment.

“Is it working, though?”

My eyes switched from his eyes to his lips and I guess he saw that as an invitation to get closer. Again, not complaining.

“Yeah, I think it is.”

Our noses were pretty much touching and, before he could say anything else, I made the so awaited move and finally kissed him. It was slow, the feeling of it matching the relaxing and wholesome atmosphere around us. His hand went up my arm, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as it made its way to cup my cheek, giving us both a better angle to deepen the kiss.

“Is this ok?” he whispered, his lips still over mine. I nodded and kissed him again right after, smiling through it, still over the moon that I was actually finally kissing John B.

The kiss started to heat up when his tongue brushed against mine. My arm started to hurt from holding my weight over it for quite some time, so I layed down on the dock and gently brought John B with me, a hand on the back of his neck. Hands were lovingly roaming through each other’s bodies and I had to remind myself that we were outside and not take it further. As if John B read my mind, he separated his lips from mine for a bit and kissed the corner of my mouth before asking.

“You wanna go back to the chateau?”

I bit my lip to hold back the enormous smile that wanted to appear and nodded my head.

Remember when I said this was the perfect way to end the day? Well, it was about to get even more perfect.

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, asshole jj, foul language, alcohol use, sexual comments, fighting, lowercase intended, typos for sure

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

it’s been a week since your confrontation with rafe. sharing occasional smiles whenever you pass by each other, but aside from that, you made sure not to engage in conversation with him anymore. the thing is though, he went back to his old ways. exchanging foul banters with the pogues every chance he gets, and this time, including you.

the howling, humid atmosphere grazed your skin as you stepped inside the chateau, carrying a picnic basket full of sandwiches to bring for your fishing trip. everyone offered an enthusiastic greeting, pope offering to bring the things you brought to the pogue.

the rest followed, john b motioning to the spare room that jj claimed as his own. you arrive at the sight of his shirtless figure, sitting half up on the bed “ready to go?” you asked, holding out your hand for him to take. rather than taking it, he pushed himself up and nodded, muttering a low “yeah” as he passed you

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you screamed out, not meaning to but had to. he stopped dead in his tracks, surprised by your sudden outburst.

“so you’re going back to your old ways...huh” he turned around, his posture looking like he doesn’t want to deal with you at the moment, but you didn’t care as you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as you looked at anything but him while still passing on the message that you were pissed.

“can you not start? it’s too early” he replied, acting oblivious as to what you were referring to “i don’t care, jj! it’s never too early to have this talk with you! because apparently it’s never ‘too early’ for you when kie wakes you up before sunrise to fix a stupid fucking flat tire!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugged and you just exhaled in defeat, knowing that none of what you said would raise a concern “just forget it,” you started “i don’t wanna be in bad terms a day before your birthday. i’m sorry for what i said.” you apologized and walked out without waiting for a reply

your sundress flowed freely with the breeze as you felt the blonde behind you. you stopped when you were pulled back and bumped in his toned chest “y/n?” he muttered, you hummed as a queue for him to continue “i wanna make it up to you, for my shitty attitude towards you lately. you have anything you wanna do?”

forgetting the feud that was just exchanged, a smile made its way to your face, launching yourself towards him as he luckily caught the back of your legs “actually...since your birthday’s tomorrow, you wanna pick me up at work on the mainland? we can go out to dinner and come back just in time for the kegger i know you’re surely throwing.”

the boy’s signature smirk came in to view as he nodded and gave you a chaste kiss on your velvet lips, still having your body flushed against his. the calls and protests of the others from the boat cut your moment short, “oh cut it” you laughed as the day was spent fishing and soaking in the warmth of the sun.

the next day came and you were definitely more excited than the one whose birthday it is. waking up earlier than usual beside his golden figure, you took out some ingredients for breakfast. it was rare for you to cook as you always just make cereal or sandwiches for breakfast as you know you’re eventually going to get free food from the wreck, but today was a special day so you decided to exert more effort.

as you were setting up the tray of food to bring to him in bed, footsteps from the room became louder as it approached you. making you wonder why the birthday boy was up when the sun just barely even risen.

“morning, love.” you greeted with a sweet smile, walking up to him to wrap him in a warm embrace as you kissed him on the cheek and wished him a happy birthday, to which he responded with a thank you and a quick hug

“i cooked you breakfast. it was supposed to be a breakfast in bed kinda thing but you beat me to it. why are you up so early?” you asked as you motioned on the plated food. you watched him as he grabbed a piece of bacon and walked to the surfboards you had hung up on the wall

“kie invited me to surf this morning, i’m actually running late so i have to go.” he answered and tucked the surfboard under his arm. your smile faltered, a heavy feeling in your chest as you watched him start to walk towards the door

“aren’t you gonna eat with me atleast? i put effort into making this.” you said quite loudly, a desperate undertone in your voice as he stopped and turned around a bit

“thanks but sorry, y/n. you can just cover it and i’ll eat it later. i promised kie and i’m really late.” he went halfway out the door before peeking in one last time “besides, it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want.”

you got ready for work, your hair tied up in a messy yet neatly done side braid. despite the disappointment the morning brought you, your last stop was the chateau. wanting to remind your boyfriend to pick you up once your shift ends.

when you arrived, the kid you who you recognized your closest to in terms of school and books with was out by the front porch. doing his usual nerdy routine that you adored so much

“sup pope!” you shouted, making him look up and offer a hand to do your handshake “look who’s ready for work” he replied which made you do a twirl and pose

“where’s he?” you asked and looked around “still out surfing with kie, john b is i don’t know where, heard he’s hanging out at the eight a lot lately.” you had mixed feeling with his answer. happy that what rafe said about john b having a thing with sarah could definitely be true, but a melancholy feeling replacing it immediately as you could just imagine what your boyfriend was doing

“oh..um..well, imma head to work. i don’t think i’ll be able to get a hold of jj so can you just remind him to pick me up tonight? don’t tell him but i’ll set up a quick dinner date since i’m closing tonight. we’ll be back in time for the kegger.” you explained and he smiled, reassuring you that he will grant your request

“see you later! be safe, y/n.” you turned around and saluted the awkward yet charming boy before you went your way.

it wasn’t a busy day in all of kildare at the moment, not having too much people to share a shade with as you waited for the ferry. you were preoccupied watching men taking out tanks of gasoline from the boat to the dock when you heard a familiar voice not too far from you.

“hey pogue! i heard your princess is throwing a little tea party tonight” you snapped your head into his direction, a smirk coming to the side of your lips as you leaned back comfortably on your seat.

“wanna play dress up as well, kook?” you bantered “nah i would love to see him wear a skirt though, you know, make a fool outta himself.” you rolled your eyes at his answer crossing your arms as he sat beside you

“you gonna be there?” he asked and you nodded before answering “he’s gonna pick me up before we go there” the prince nodded, staring out to the horizon as he accompanied you in waiting for the ferry

“so how have you been?” he asked, seriousness heard in his voice “i’ve been better, i miss you though not gonna lie. and don’t get too cocky now, i miss sarah and wheezie too.” he let out a chuckle, putting his hands up in surrender “if you say so.”

“so any plans tonight? gonna get laid by the blondie or what?” you cringed at the joke and flipped the bird “i know you’re going, rafe. promise me you won’t be any trouble.” you looked up at him and he shrugged “whatever makes you happy.”

just then the whistle from the ferry enveloped the area. you stood up and grabbed your purse as you looked at him one last time that day

“hey! it’s nice talking to you again.” he shouted, you waved goodbye as you walked up the steps, exchanging farewell smiles without the knowledge of having a certain blue eyed boy watching from afar.

as the sun hid behind the horizon, teens from all parts of the island basked under the warm hues it left the boneyard’s now picturesque surrounding. it didn’t matter what part of the island each individual was from, as long as no one will step over the boundaries that every group has set, no one will trip over and everyone will be united with one thing, and one thing only. keggers.

the pogues, without you, have arrived and claimed their usual spot by the broken tree trunk just near the shore. handing out beers to whoever wanted them; clueless tourons and ignorant kooks who just want to be rebels for the night despite having the access to their dad’s expensive wine cellar.

jj was having the time of his life, dancing with the other girl from your friend group and further feeding his ego with the flirtatious greetings of any girl that he interacts with. blatantly ignoring the possibility that news will eventually come to you.

pope observed the birthday celebrant, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around kiara and swayed their bodies together, wanting to remind the blonde for the hundredth time that he has to pick you up from work— which he definitely forgot. more so consumed a good amount of alcohol to do so and too preoccupied to remember.

and there you were alone at the restaurant you worked at. the candles burned out and a now cold dinner for two waiting at the table for someone you were sure is never going to show up, yet you waited.

you volunteered to close for the day so you can use the space to surprise him, instead you were the one surprised. not by a face screaming the words i love you and thank you, no. you were surprised by silence, or rather the fact that he forgot and let you be alone.

tears were threatening to fall down by the minute, but you shrugged it off and decided to clean up. playing your favourite song on the speakers to distract you from the sound of your breaking heart.

it wasn’t until the well known kooks arrived when jj’s attention was caught. red solo cup in their hands and the neatly steamed shirts hugging their physique.

not even sparing a second, it seems like the atmosphere had changed from being rollick to heavy. tension growing thicker in the air and the only way to stop it is to address the elephant in the room.

“look at the motherfucker! too wasted to even know his duties, it’s not even midnight yet!” rafe told his friends topper and kelce before turning to their rivals “hey yo jj! you fucked any one yet, birthday girl?!” he mocked, cupping his lips as he shouted to amplify his voice

with the alcohol in his system, jj didn’t waste any second to launch himself at the kook, grabbing his collar as their friends followed to stop the commotion.

“repeat what you just said and i’ll fucking kill you!” rafe let out a sarcastic laugh, not even fazed by the rage jj was giving out

“don’t worry, i’ll gladly tell y/n you’re basically throwing yourself on anyone who has boobs and an ass that talks to you.” he answered and observed the change of the blonde’s demeanour “oh wait, how will i be able to tell her if you let her be alone on the mainland?”

jj felt pilloried, not only did he realize what he has done, but to be reminded by his mortal enemy about the mess he made just made it worse.

“take care of this friend of yours, kiara! seems like you’re becoming closer than close. do your job, will ya?” rafe added before pushing jj away from him, too hard that he fell on his back on the sand with kiara rushing to the rescue.

“rafe i think you need to shut your mouth.” he looked to the side, john b catching his attention. “oh look who it is, topper!” he tapped his friend on the chest with the back of his hand and pointed at the brunette. letting out a laugh as if he knows things that a lot don’t.

“now i get why you guys are so close! you’re a bunch of cheaters,” he started and looked at pope who quietly asked “what the fuck is he talking about?” to john b which didn’t go unheard

“your supposed friend here, john b, influenced my bitch of a sister to cheat on topper can you imagine? and i know you notice about this thing going on with these two..” he motioned to jj and kiara who was now standing beside each other

“i thought you were smart, why are you hanging out with people who cheat? did you cheat on your exams too? is that what got you to be a scholarship candidate? damn!” rafe shouted just to infuriate the group more than they already are

rafe walked away, leaving his friends behind as he hurried to his car. shrugging off the fact that he had drank, not wanting to surround himself with people any further.

jj, on the other hand, let him go without another word. knowing what he cannot say anything to defend himself as all the kook said was somewhat true.

the fresh air from the ferry somehow helped with the way you tried to calm yourself down. as you got down the stairs, you clutched your bag as you got ready for your long walk in the dark.

that was until two courtesy honks were made which made you turn your head to the source. with his windows rolled down and the silhouette of his side features, you immediately knew who it was.

“you have a shitty boyfriend. come on i’ll drive you home.”

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ptersparkers · 4 years

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party mishaps and helpful brothers

summary: when you’re unable to help yourself, your best friend’s brother’s the one to help.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, spiking a drink, illusions to assault (not graphic but it’s implied indirectly) and typos, probably.

notes: this probably isn’t in rafe’s character but it’s my world and for now, you’re all living in it. also im so bad at titles ahsjakskl.

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Rafe Cameron did not consider you a friend. You were just his younger sister’s best friend and a Pogue and as far as he was concerned, you were nothing but a side character in his one man show.

There was nothing special about you in his eyes. You hadn’t made an attempt to make yourself present in his life and he felt no reason to pay attention to you. You were the friend of his annoying little sister who happened to spend more time in his house than he would’ve liked. He could recount the times he could hear you and Sarah laugh a little too loudly in her room, when you would walk downstairs and eat “his” food, and when you’d let yourself out of his house early in the morning.

It’s not that you’d bother associating with the brunette who seemed to look for trouble when he was bored. He was undeniably attractive, there was no doubt about that, but you had barely uttered a sentence since you met him for the first time two summers ago.

It wasn’t like Rafe would willingly associate himself with you at public events either. You two had your separate worlds and preferred to stay in them. There lay no malice between the both of you, but you were his annoying little sister’s best friend and he was her arrogant brother. Rafe didn’t need an excuse to talk to you because he didn’t want one.

But that was before he witnessed someone spike your drink.

He wasn’t stupid; Rafe knew you didn’t drink a lot at these Kook events because you preferred to keep yourself in check around strangers and preferred not to drink in front of adults because you weren’t of legal age despite none of them caring. You opted for virgin versions of popular alcoholic drinks, water, or juice.

You were sitting at the bar when Sarah abruptly stood up after looking at her phone, apologizing profusely. JJ had texted her and reported John B. had passed out due to heat exhaustion. It was no big deal. You’d been to these parties plenty of times before.

The Cameron residence only a block away and you debated on staying for a little while longer and asking Rafe if he wouldn’t mind walking you home or risk the dark journey to the house. You quickly shook the first idea out of your head. There was no way Rafe would pause his fun for you, so you grabbed your cup and drank the last of the virgin strawberry daiquiri.

Rafe was talking to Topper, Kelce, and a few other boys who always accompanied the group to these parties. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as he had hoped, but the bar was crowded and he didn’t have much energy to fight his way to the front of the bar nor cared enough to get drunk that night. Topper finished telling a funny story that had all the boys throwing their heads back in laughter when Rafe was able to catch you from the corner of his eye.

The scene that had unfolded in front of him made him do a double take and sober up quickly. Someone he recognized from his high school days had dropped something into your drink as he watched Sarah leave and witnessed you turn around to down the drink. You tried to stand up, but your balance failed you just in time for this person to catch you in his arms.

“Hold this,” Rafe said to Kelce without looking at him. He gave the confused boy his glass and walked away without another word. Topper and Kelce, who hadn’t engaged in the next conversation with the other boys, opted to follow their friend instead.

“Hey!” Rafe called out as the stranger had hoisted you up. The boy, who he recognized as Steven, looked up and gave Rafe a big smile.

“Rafe! Haven’t seen you in a bit. How you been, man?” he said.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking between your barely conscious state and him.

“We were just going home,” Steve replied. “Isn’t that right?” He looked at you and you were just sober enough to flutter your eyes.

“I don’t think so, man,” Rafe said, stepping forward. “I saw you spike her drink and that’s not cool.”

“C’mon,” Steven reasoned. Topper and Kelce had walked over and stood behind Rafe, curiously eyeing you and Steven. “Who cares about a stupid fucking Pogue?”

“Steven,” Rafe said assertively, “leave this party and leave Y/N alone.” Steven’s grip on you became tighter and you tried to pry your body away from his.

“Man,” Kelce muttered, putting down his drink to grab Steven by his arm. Topper followed suit and it wasn’t hard for them to pry him off of you. Rafe was quick to let you use his body as a crutch and he watched as Topper and Kelce forcefully walked him out of the event space.

“Jeez,” he mumbled to himself, looking down at you. You were conscious, but barely so. He had watched Sarah leave the party and opted to walk you out, hoping he could take you back to his place and come back to the party quickly.

But his heart tugged at the sight of your red eyes, your red nose, and the sheer notion that your body was laying nearly limp against his. Your dress was hiked up at an inappropriate level and he fixed your outfit before anyone had time to notice something was wrong.

“Let’s get you home,” he said when he facilitated you outside of the large wooden gate. You were able to walk and he figured the effect of whatever drug Steven used hadn’t taken affect yet, but you were soon tripping over yourself on the cobblestone on the outskirt of the house. Your arms were dangling by your side and he tried to assist you walking, but upon realizing you were barely sober enough to get yourself out of the party, he gritted his teeth and carried you in his arms, bridal style.

“Sarah, you owe me,” he muttered to himself despite knowing this wasn’t your fault. You raised your head to see the boy’s eyes looking straight ahead of him and let out a chuckle. Rafe was taken back by your sudden noise but was happy to know you were still breathing.

As he approached his house, he struggled to open the door. He was successful and turned all of the lights on before opening the door to a spare bedroom and gently set you on the cream comforter. Rafe looked at you and nodded, walking out the door.

But halfway down the stairs, he stopped. There was no way he could leave you alone after what he saw, much less leave you there alone and have to explain to Sarah was happened. He walked downstairs and grabbed two glasses of water — one for you and one for himself — before walking back upstairs.

“Up,” he said, more to himself than you. Somehow, he was able to get you to drink the water and it seemed to help sober you up, but you had spilled a significant amount of water on the dress you were wearing.

“I can’t feel my arms,” you said with a groan.

“Here, ah,” Rafe said, putting the water down. He left the room for a moment to grab a shirt from his room and put it on the edge of the bed. Upon realizing you weren’t going to change, he timidly approached you. “Y/N, I’m going to take your dress off and put this shirt on, okay? That’s all I’m going to do.”

Rafe didn’t move until he saw you move your head. With a large breath, he unzipped the back of your silk slip dress and tried to avert his gaze to anywhere but your bare chest and slipped the large shirt over your body, pulling your hair out from underneath and tucking you in carefully.

Now that you were somewhat peacefully laying there, Rafe debated on going back to the party. You were safe and in his house and he knew you’d wake up in a familiar space instead of in a stranger’s bed. But the thought of leaving you alone didn’t sit well with him. He knew you weren’t adventurous when it came to drugs and alcohol, and seeing someone take away your choice to try it at your own risk covered his body in chills.

Rafe was careful to lay on the bed gently, putting himself as far away from you as possible. He stayed above the sheets and tried to calm his breathing down, looking at the ceiling that was illuminated by the moon from the window.

He turned his head to look at you. There was no denying how pretty you were and even he had to admit that. You looked so peaceful while sleeping — almost like you were dreaming instead of being forced to be unconscious.

He just hoped you didn’t freak out when you woke up.

***

When the moon was replaced by the sun, your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was your dress hanging in the chair in front of the bed. You looked down and saw you were wearing a shirt you had seen Rafe wear so many times before scanning your surroundings.

Rafe woke up before you did and opted to let you sleep in. He was afraid of waking you up and wanted you to do it on your own accord, so he moved himself downstairs and made the both of you a little breakfast after a weird night.

Almost as if on cue, Rafe came back upstairs with orange juice and a bowl with a parfait.

“Good, you’re awake,” he said.

“Do I even want to know?” you asked as he placed the glass by the nightstand. You had never seen Rafe speechless but he was rocking in either side, avoiding your gaze.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You paused.

“We didn’t—”

“No,” he interrupted.

“The that means....,” you trailed off. “Oh goodness.” You looked down at yourself. “And the shirt?”

“You spilled a lot of water on your dress,” he said. “I didn’t look, if that’s what you were wondering.” You nodded.

Just as you had never seen Rafe be so quiet, he could say the same for you. You were a loud honorary member of the Cameron family and he knew your footsteps all too well. He knew you were in his home by your melodious laugh. Seeing you in such a tranquil state last night had thrown him off because he has never seen you so peaceful, but also because he knew what would’ve happened if he hadn’t intervened.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked after a period of silence. You swallowed.

“You never really think it would happen to you, you know? This is why I avoid drinking with people I don’t know, but I guess I couldn’t outrun it.” He watched as you drank the orange juice. “I-I mean, I don’t want to think what would happen if you hadn’t been there.”

Rafe was quiet again.

“I know I’m just your sister’s annoying friend but you did me a solid last night.”

You didn’t need to say it. He knew what would happen if he hadn’t been there and if you had gone home with Steven instead of him. Rafe didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about you being hurt by someone when you couldn’t fight back.

He wasn’t sure what prompted him to walk to your side of the bed and pull you into a hug, but he did it anyway. You were taken back by the unusually affectionate gesture but welcomed it nonetheless, letting your arms wrap around him as your head lay against his chest. You remained with many emotions as you let a few years slip past your eyes, not yet ready to confront what has happened last night. Rafe was the first to pull back and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how angry I was last night,” he said, looking down at you. His hands had found his way to your jaw, cupping you as if you would break if he added any more pressure. “You couldn’t walk back to the house and your eyes were so red, Y/N, I thought that something serious had happened to you.” You smiled softly.

“I hate men,” you uttered. Rafe laughed, for once not feeling offended but shared the same feeling.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, taking a step back. “I’m gonna let you freshen up. There’s a towel in the bathroom and I think you know where everything is.” He looked at you once more before leaving the room.

There was no pride or a boost of ego of Rafe’s end, only a sense of protectiveness that had overcome his once animosity towards you. Annoyance was replaced with admiration and frustration was replaced with duty. Sarah hadn’t come home last night but he felt like even she would be happy with him.

Rafe wasn’t sure to make of you, the first Pogue he didn’t hate from the inside out. All he knew was you were no longer his annoying little sister’s best friend.

***

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queenofimagines · 3 years

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Request: “Hi! Can you do a request where the piggies are at a beach party and the kooks show up and one of them tries to drug you but JJ notices you acting weird around the kooks and takes you back to the chateau and takes care of you? I know it’s weird but I love angst mixed with fluff and ur a really good writer I feel like you can do it! ❤️❤️”

Warnings: Unconsensual drug use

Notes: None

The party is in full swing. With multiple kegs stationed around the beach for everyone and the various drugs that you were sure the kooks brought being graciously distributed, you had no doubt that tonight would be a banger. Oddly enough this party wasn’t planned by you or any of your friends. A kook, one of Rafe’s friends or cousins or something, had decided to throw this party to “promote business”, which you could only guess meant that the illegal substances being passed around were courtesy of him. Since your arrival, numerous people had come up to you offering to share whatever it was they were smoking or taking, but neither you nor the rest of the pogues were very keen on harder drugs. The most that the Pogues had ever really done was weed, and even then you had only smoked once, disliking the tickle in the back of your throat when you smoked. JJ had often suggested edibles but you had heard they were sometimes unpredictable and decided early on to stay away from them. Your friends were very much respectful of your decision and even went so far as to step in when they saw someone peer pressuring you. The amount of times JJ had physically stepped between you and whoever it was trying to coerce you to just try whatever they had was astounding, especially since JJ was basically an advocate for bad behavior. It was just such an instance that landed you where you were now.

JJ was in front of you, shoving the boy that had been a little too pushy when convincing you to try the cocaine he’d bought from Rafe. The boy was harmless, you could tell just by looking at him, but JJ was about ready to rock his shit, so you quickly got in the middle of the two, gently coaxing JJ to back down with the promise of a dance instead. Time seemed to fly by as you and JJ drank one cup of beer after another, both of you beginning to feel the affects early on in the night. After being crashed into by a young girl you didn’t recognize, your beer spilling on your white tank top as the teen profusely apologized, you quickly left to get another beer after telling your accidental assailant not to worry and to keep partying. JJ quickly began to dance with her, both keeping distance as they danced.

With how crowded the area on the beach that had been designated as the dance floor had been, you were surprised to see so many people hanging out near the kegs. The group was so packed you could barely even see the keg, let alone get to it. You tried as politely and unobtrusively as possible to weave your way towards the keg when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder.

“Need some help?” Turning around it was yet another face you didn’t recognize, although you would have to admit he did look a little familiar, at least in the sense that he dressed and held himself in the same manner that many other kooks did. He flashed you a smile, holding out his hand for your cup.

“Oh uh... Yeah thanks.” You replied, handing him your cup. The boy grabbed your cup and made his way through the crowd with ease, filling your cup before making his way back to you. You briefly lost sight of him when someone bumped into you, saying a quick sorry before moving on.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He said, still holding your cup.

“Ah, well, I don’t make it up to Figure 8 very often.” You replied awkwardly, waiting for him to hand you your drink.

“Makes sense, I’d definitely remember someone as hot as you.” He said, eying your chest. You felt uncomfortable, quickly realizing that the beer you had spilled on yourself earlier had made your shirt see through and the boy was now blatantly ogling your boobs. The once seemingly unsuspecting boy had now seemed like a sleaze as he made no effort to hide the once over he gave you, even moving to the side n an attempt to get a look at your ass.

“Okay, well I’ll just take my drink and get going.” You said, desperate to get out of the situation. He handed you your drink with a smirk, the complete opposite reaction that you normally would have expected when blowing a guy off.

“See you around.” Was all he said as you turned back to the dance floor to find JJ. When you finally spotted his mop of blonde hair nestled in a dark bandana, you practically ran to him, still feeling the boy’s eyes on you. When you reached him you found all of your friends together, all dancing and drinking and all in all just having a good time. You instantly felt safer and began to dance with them, drinking and laughing along to whatever they were saying, though if you were being honest you couldn’t really tell anymore. As time went on and your cup slowly emptied, you felt like your body was becoming heavy. You found it hard to focus, trying to spot your friends but finding that all the faces surrounding you were unfamiliar. You then felt a hand gently cup your waist, instantly thinking it was JJ, you leaned into the person, only to find the the cologne was much to expensive to be the one JJ usually wore. You looked up and saw the blurred face of the boy who had helped you before, an unsettling smile slinking onto his face at the state you were in. The boy slowly began to lead you away from the crowd. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew this was a bad idea, but you were much to out of it to put any of your thought together as the boy led you to a more secluded part of the beach.

JJ had noticed you were gone before anyone else had, he figured you must have paired off with someone but when he took a headcount of the Pogues, he realized everyone was still here. He knew you would never let yourself be alone in a sea of strangers in such an inebriated state but as he looked around her couldn’t find you anywhere. His eyes almost skipped over the retreating figure in the distance, but when he took a closer look he realized it was you after you looked back towards him, a confused expression gracing your features. JJ wasn’t sure if the guy you were with was your friend, most people on the island were friendly with you and often hung out with you at these parties, but as you stumbled in the direction the unknown boy was leading you, he felt like something was off. At first he brushed it off, turning back to his friends and trying to dance along to the music, but as time went he felt more and more uneasy, finally deciding to follow you just in case something was wrong. When JJ looked jack to where you had been, you were gone. Panic slowly rose in him as he ran to try and find you. It didn’t take long as JJ had found that you were one of the most easiest people to spot, his eyes always finding you wherever he went if you so happened to be there too. a group of boys were surrounding you, all of them talking to each other and attempting to keep you upright. JJ knew that you would never agree to that many people touching you, especially if you didn’t know them.

“Hey!” He called, quickly walking towards the group of boys.

“Hey! What’s up man?” One boy asked, stepping in front of you.

“What’s going on?” JJ asked, deciding not to answer the boy’s greeting.

“Oh nothing.”

“Nothing? Really?” JJ peered behind the boy to get a look at you. He knew something was wrong and his one goal was to get you out of this as safely as possible. No violence, a mantra that you seemed to repeat to him every time he was about to get into a fight, just like you would be saying now if you could.

“She doesn’t look alright.” JJ said flatly.

“She’s fine.”

“You alright, sweetheart?” JJ asked you. You couldn't answer, barely able to. register much of what was happening around you.

“I said, she’s fine.” The boy insisted.

“Look man, she’s obviously not alright, and you fuckers obviously aren’t from around here. Let her go and I’ll see to it that none of you get arrested for assaulting an unconscious girl.”

“And what makes you so sure we will get arrested?”

“What makes you so sure you won’t?” JJ knew the kind of guys these were. They weren’t from around here and he was sure they weren’t privy to the way the Outer Banks worked. JJ knew that if they did decide to keep going, nothing would happen to them, in which case he wouldn’t heed your no violence policy, but he also knew that if he played the role just right, maybe the boys would think he was the sone of an important official or something. And he was right.

The boy in front of JJ hesitated before calling for his friends, all of them quickly leaving, but not before shoving you towards JJ. You stumbled into him, holding on to his shirt for dear life as you swayed on your feet.

“JJ?” You asked.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel very good. I’m tired.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s just get you back to the Chateau and you can have a nice long sleep, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement. JJ began walking towards the Chateau before picking you up bridal style after realizing you could barely walk. The he arrived, he laid you down on the bed that John B had lend him. JJ debated on whether or not he should switch your shirt out for one of his, ultimately deciding to do so, thinking about how gross you’d feel if you woke up with spilled bear still on you. He threw your shirt into a hamper and left to get you a glass of water for the morning. When JJ was done, he stood next to you, gazing down at your peaceful face and reflecting on how odd this whole situation was. You were the one that always made sure everyone else was safe at these parties and here you were, drugged, JJ was sure. He was just relieved that he got to you in time.

JJ turned to leave, when your voice gently disturbed the silence.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch, I'll be right here.” You shook your head, unceremoniously slapping your arm down next to you.

“Jus’ sleep ‘ere” You slurred. JJ hesitated before slipping under the covers where you immediately curled into his side and fell asleep. JJ softly threaded his fingers through your hair, thinking about how tonight could have gone very differently. He almost cried at the thought of you getting hurt, even moe so at the thought that if he hadn’t been there to stop it from happening, no one else would have. That night JJ promised himself that no matter what, he’d always look out for you the same way you looked out for him.

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sortagaysortahigh · 4 years

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Burn | Rafe Cameron

Honestly guys, idk what the fuck happened when i was writing this the other day, I re-read it and it kinda makes sense but idk its like weird soulmate plot then rlly intense soulmate sex. Ima have to blame the drugs on this one. ALSO THIS IS BASED ON THIS REQ! (Its in caps bc i totally spaced and forgot to link it when i posted a few hours ago)

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of drug use, mentions of violence, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, choking kink, slight spanking kink, mentions of masterbation, uhm yea it gets kinda filthy

Word count: 4.4k

Fem!Reader x Rafe Cameron

The bruises and marks started appearing when you were four, your mother always told you stories about your early childhood, when you’d come home with random bruises on your body that you didn’t understand. She knew you had a rare soulmate tie. Soulmate tie’s were kind of like dominant and recessive genes, odds are that if most of your family has a specific tie then you’d have it as well. But you didn’t. Your family had the tattoo tie-their soulmates had a random matching tattoo on their body, it was cute and spontaneous.

You just got whatever injury your soulmate did, and you felt their pain as well. The last person to have the pain tie in your family was your great-times five-grandmother on your father's side. The only reason you were even able to find that out is because your parents looked into public records, knowing that your family had been on the island for generations, going back and forth from being kooks to pogues. But with just your luck your family happened to be pogues.

But the upside to being a pogue was simple, no one cared about what you did, so you could do whatever you really wanted. Especially now that you were eighteen, sure you figured out how to pick up a few classes at a community college on the mainland, but during the summer you were still a pogue, throwing keggers, getting lost in the marsh, surfing, fighting with kooks, getting into some trouble with the law. However, you wouldn’t have things any other way.

“Wake up! Nap times over, we have to go to figure eight, Sarah wants us over” you groaned, Kiara shaking your shoulders while you laid on the pull out couch in the Chateau. You tried to shove her away from you but she grabbed your arm and almost dragged you off the couch, but you winced when she gripped your wrist, not realizing a new bruise was there.

“Holy shit where’d you get that” you sighed, sitting up and examining your arm while she grabbed your shirt from the table. You winced when you applied slight pressure to the mark, it wasn’t really a bruise, more of a burn, it was swelling, and you were in pain now that you were touching it.

The problem with the pain tie was sometimes you felt the marks forming, and other times you didn’t, but once they were there-they fucking hurt. The other downside to the pain tie was that it was attached to emotions. Pain and pleasure went hand in hand, so when your soulmate was experiencing large amounts of pleasure at once you felt all of it. Sometimes it happened when you were surfing and you’d fall off your board, other times it would happen in the middle of the night when you were trying to study or sleep.

“Honestly Kie, whoever my soulmate is, they’re a fucking idiot, this shit is a bike burn. Remember when I got one on my calf from JJ’s bike?” she nodded at you and sighed, walking to the bathroom, pulling out the first aid kid she bought for the guys, then proceeded to wrap your wrist, ignoring your wincing because the skin was raw.

Once she finished wrapping your wrist you put JJ’s grey long sleeve back on, adjusting your braids so they weren’t inside of the shirt then slipped back into your dirty vans. You brushed your exposed thighs off and stood up, going to the bathroom to wash the sleep out of your eyes and brush your teeth then followed Kiara to her car. You hated going to figure eight, mostly because you hated kooks. They were usually entitled and had their heads too far up their asses to understand what life was like on the other side of the island.

“Why are we going to see Sarah again?” she shrugged “something about her meeting her soulmate” you groaned, Sarah always thought she met her soulmate, stating that her skin would be tingling or she’d get butterflies and feel like ‘he was the one’. But she still had the handprint on her waist, every single time.

You leaned your head against the car door thinking about your parents, they met when they were sixteen-you were eighteen, they were utterly in love, even if life wasn’t the easiest for them, they still loved one another. You admired your parents, your mother told you that when they met your father was a highschool dropout, his parents being drug addicts, couch surfing on the cut. She met him at the station, her brother being arrested so she had to pick him up, and that’s when she saw your father.

Sitting in the cell with your father, the two of them making jokes about the cops. She said she didn’t like him at first, but your uncle took a liking to him. Inviting him over for one of your mothers famous home cooked meals. That night she saw your father shirtless, getting ready to fall asleep on their couch, when she spotted the tattoo on his lower right abdomen. It’s history from there. Your uncle took your father in, helping him turn his life around. You came five years later, the rest is history.

When the car parked in front of the Cameron estate you groaned, feeling your nostril start to burn, you recognized the burn-you did a bump once in the past, you hated the feeling of a coke high, so you never did it again. You squeezed your nose and groaned, Kiara looking at you and sighing.

“Another one?” you nodded your head, wiggling your nose, trying to get rid of the sensation. When you were okay you got out of the car, adjusting your shorts and following Kiara to the house, Sarah already opening the door and looking at the both of you excitedly.

“Sarah, please tell me this isn’t a false alarm, I was in the middle of the best nap of my life” she grabbed your wrist and Kiara’s wrists, dragging you behind her, ignoring your protests until you ripped your arm out of her grip, your face scrunching up in pain while you rapidly shook your arm. “Shit I’m sorry! I got so excited, I didn’t even realize” she looked at your arm then back at your face. Walking towards the kitchen, you followed her and kie.

She grabbed you a bag of frozen peas, handing it to you and you placed it on your wrist. The three of you sat at the kitchen island and she smiled excitedly. Then she lifted her shirt showing that the mark was gone. You furrowed your brows then looked at Kie, her mouth was open in shock.

“It’s John B!” you started blinking rapidly at her, brows furrowed and your mouth kept opening and closing. Kiara had the same reaction. “Can you two say something! I know he’s your best friend and all but I dunno, he’s never touched me there before, but when he did like I felt so many sparks and butterflies then look-” she turned to the side, moving her hair, you stared at the initials on her skin, still in shock.

“Holy shit” you nodded at Kiara’s reaction. You put your head on the island, still exhausted and mumbled an ‘mhm’ every now and then while Kiara and Sarah excitedly talked about Sarah’s new revelation. Then you felt it, the wave of arousal coating your skin, your eyes widening and you let out a slight whimper, your hand smacking the island. “It’s happening again huh?” you nodded your head at Kiara and excused yourself, walking to the upstairs bathroom-the downstairs ones were being renovated as per Rose’s request.

When the door was shut and the shower was on you groaned, banging on the door. You’d think a house this big would have multiple ensuites. “F-Fuck off” you rolled your eyes hearing Rafe’s voice and made your way to Sarah’s room, going into her bathroom and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glazed over, you needed some kind of relief and you felt your soulmate climbing up that ladder. You were frustrated so you turned the hot water on, knowing it would hurt, but you unwrapped your bandaged wrist then held it under the heat, clenching your jaw trying to sit through the pain.

When the arousal left your body you smirked, turning off the sink and gently dabbing your wrist, throwing away the bandages and making your way out of Sarah’s room, but when you heard her and Kiara coming up the stairs you leaned against the railing waiting for them. When the bathroom door opened down the hall you looked back to see Rafe run a hand through his wet hair, only in a pair of boxers, he smirked at you and you lifted your arm and flipped him off, not bothering to turn around.

But one thing he noticed about you was the mark on your wrist, his brows furrowed but he just walked into his room. It was probably nothing-maybe he was just high, but something about your inflamed red skin looked really familiar to him. He was irritated because his soulmate in combination with you ruined his shower moment. He was the only one that used that bathroom, so he didn’t expect to hear aggressive knocking on the door while he was halfway to his orgasm. Hell he was still frustrated, and the burning sensation from his wrist only pissed him off.

You smiled at Sarah and Kiara and walked back to Sarah's room, laying down on her bed but wincing when your wrist hit the comforter. “Sarah where’s the first aid kit?” “I think Rafe has it? Want me to go get it for you?” you shook your head, Rafe Cameron didn’t intimidate you, he was just a big asshole. You got off the bed and made your way to Rafe’s door, knocking four times waiting for him to open it.

When he did you were engulfed with the smell of his body wash and cologne, he was still shirtless but he had a pair of shorts on now. He looked at you, raising a brow. “Is there something I can do for you” his eyes trailed your body and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the slight arousal you felt, it was hard to deny the fact that while Rafe didn’t intimidate you, he turned you on.

“I need the first aid kit” “why?” “stop asking questions” he scoffed walking into the room motioning for you to follow him. You rolled your eyes walking in, lifting yourself up and sitting on top of his dresser, swinging your legs watching him search through his shit to find the first aid kit. “Why exactly do you need this shit?” he looked back at you, frustrated that he couldn't find it. “My soulmate tie is the pain one, so now i have a fat ass burn on my wrist that I may or may not have inflamed to get my way, now i need something to wrap it in” he stopped searching, dropping what was in his hand and slowly turned to look at you.

“What did you just say?” “can you not hear?” he walked over to you, his stare was intense and you bit your lip. He stood in front of you and you were confused-somewhat turned on-but confused. When he grabbed your wrist and looked down at it he let out a deep breath then looked up at your face.

“Why the fuck are you turned on right now?” your eyes widened at him, he was probably just fucking with you. “Excuse me” he got closer to you, leaning in, letting go of your wrist and placing his hands on your exposed thighs which made you blush. “It’s nice to meet you, soulmate” you shoved him back and pointed a finger at him “stop fucking with me Cameron” he rolled his eyes and lifted his wrist up, you looked at it then looked down at your own, eyes glancing back and forth.

“Oh fuck me” he shrugged “I will if you want, I mean you’re pretty horny right now.” you scoffed “Shut the hell up, this shit can’t be right” he raised a brow then decided it was a great idea to push a finger down onto his wrist, ignoring the pain but you winced “ok fuck, ok you’re right ow” “huh it’s almost like when I was showering that shit hurt too” you scoffed at him “Yeah I’m so sorry I fucked up you beating your dick, y’know feeling like I’m about to cum when I’m trying to spend time with my friends isn’t really ideal.”

He laughed at your statement, still looking at you. You rolled your eyes. “Get me the fucking first aid kit.” he licked his lips, looking you up and down, he’d wondered what his soulmate would be like for a while, he remembered being a kid getting random bruises and cuts, you were a klutz-always have been. But he knew he wasn’t exactly perfect either, between the constant fights, the sex, and the bumps. His brows furrowed and he looked at you, getting closer to you again, ignoring the grimace on your face.

“Can you feel it when I’m fucking? Because I sure as hell can feel it when you are” you shoved him back. “Stop being perverted and get me what I asked for Rafe” he smirked again, he felt it, he knew you were turned on, and truth be told you were turning him on. He never knew how to feel about you, you were a pogue, and he hated your friends. Then his little sister decided to get involved with your friend group even more, bringing you and Kiara around the house, trying to stop him from picking fights with the pogues. But you, you were a firecracker, always the first person to cuss him out, or tell him to fuck off. Plus he’d seen you pick fights with other kooks, and he’d seen you get arrested a few times.

He liked your attitude, he thought it was hot, he thought you were hot. You also had an innocent glow to you-that turned him on the most-the thought of you screaming his name under him, or letting him fuck your face, or choking you, making you watch in the mirror while he fucked you. You had to be one of the most attractive girls on the island, and he knew guys that were killing to get into your pants. His eyes trailed down your figure, you were blushing feeling his arousal through the tie.

“Stop that” his eyes met yours again “Stop what baby?” “That, jesus stop, think about your grandma or something,” he smirked, knowing it was getting to you. But for the record he wouldn’t have been as turned on if you didn’t start things up. He bit his lip thinking of all the times he’d randomly feel you turned on, or when he’d feel you on the brink of an orgasm, the pleasure and arousal overwhelming you-and him. Once he’d felt you having sex while he was at a charity event for his father, having to leave early because he felt like his skin was on fire.

“Who would’ve thought? You, the one who acts like she’s appalled by sex, is actually getting ruined every weekend. So who ya fuckin? Is it Maybank?” your eyes widened and you shoved him again. The thought of having sex with JJ mildly disgusted you, he’d been your bestfriend since the second grade, you’d never think of him that way, and part of you was positive he had a thing for Pope, but that was another story for another day.

“It’s none of your concern who I choose to sleep with, and for the record it’s not JJ. Ew-please think about anyone else, or anything else, I’m uncomfortable. Rafe” his name came out as a slight whimper, you were shifting trying to get comfortable and trying to ignore the arousal pooling throughout your body. People always say that being with your soulmate only intensified your feelings and emotions, and right now you felt like you were on the verge of tears. You’d never been more sexually frustrated in your life.

When you tried to get off the dresser his hands rested on your thighs again, you stared down at them, then looked back up at him. “Rafe.” “Y/n.” when his thumbs started rubbing your thighs slightly you let out another whimper, you realized that there was no point in trying to leave, you needed relief, and you needed it from Rafe.

“Tell me what you want me to do baby.” you finally made eye contact with him, your breathing picked up and you placed your hand on the side of his face, pulling him in and connecting your lips. His hands moved from your thighs, one was on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, and the other gripped your ass, pulling you closer to him. His lips were softer than you expected, but the kiss was rough and needy, everything was intensified because of the bond, you found yourself moaning into his mouth, your free hand gripping his damp hair. The two of you were fighting for dominance and you were somehow winning-or at least you thought you were until his grip on your ass tightened and you moaned, he took advantage of that and took control of the kiss.

When you pulled apart you were slightly out of breath, biting your lip, wanting nothing more than for him to ruin you. You shoved him back slightly, then took off the shirt, throwing it on the floor, he smirked watching you, his lips found your neck, listening to your whimpers while he sucked and nipped marks into your skin. When he slightly sunk his teeth into your skin you pulled his hair and moaned his name.

He pulled back, looking at you, examining your face, the smirk that settled on your lips, your hooded eyes, and the light flush covering your skin. “How much shit are you into” “Make me cum and I’ll let you know” your boldness caught him off guard but he nodded his head, his hands on the waistband to your shorts, pulling them down, helping you shimmy out of them, he watched you spread your legs, then take the bralette off, looking at him.

You watched him look at your center, your inner thighs were soaked, your center was glistening, and you were dripping onto the dresser. “Holy shit, look at you” He slapped your center, making you moan. you licked your lips, trailing your hand between your legs, spreading your lips slightly, then rubbing your own clit. You needed relief, and him standing there wasn’t helping you. You watched him blink rapidly and swallow hard, he was overwhelmed by your pleasure.

“Rafe-oh fuck-Rafe” you moaned his name while he watched, before you realized what was happening he lifted you up, bringing you to his bed, dropping you on the edge and his head was between your thighs, licking your slit a few times before focusing on your clit. Your hands gripped his hair and you felt your toes curl at the sensation. He rolled the sensitive bundle between his teeth and you almost screamed his name, biting the moans back. Feeling him tease your entrance with two fingers, you were on the verge of begging.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want.” He looked up at you, watching your exposed chest rapidly rise and fall, your free hand gripping his sheets the other still in his hair. “F-fuck, Rafe-please-fuck-your fing-fingers” he smirked, his mouth back on your clit and two of his fingers slipping into your center, you moaned at the sensation, feeling them slightly stretch you out. Then he curved them, brushing against your g-spot, making your grip on his hair tighten.

“You taste so good baby, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to ruin you” you nodded your head, moaning his name and cussing under your breath. When you felt yourself about to cum he started moaning into your center, his fingers speeding up and pushing you over the edge. Your back arched and you couldn’t control the loud moans that left your mouth. You’d never had an orgasm like that, you felt like Rafe was taking your soul from your body.

He stood up and smirked down at you “So you gonna tell me what you’re into now?” you were slightly out of breath, still recovering from the orgasm, but he was more aroused than ever. You looked at him, taking your time to trail your eyes along his figure, stopping at the tent in his shorts, then moving back up to his face, his chin and mouth still covered in your wetness. The sight turned you on more than you thought.

“I like being told what to do” he bit his lip, he wanted to fuck your face, but he would save that for a different time. “Get up” you did as told, watching him lay on the bed, he smirked at you and motioned for you to get on top of him, you found yourself straddling him, grinding against his clothed core, kissing his neck, nipping and sucking on the skin. You started grinding faster, the friction from his core making you moan into his neck.

“Ride me.” you nodded your head, shifting, pulling his shorts down, your mouth watering at the sight of him. He was thick, long, veiny, the tip was somewhat red, leaking precum, you bit your lip looking at him. You shifted forward, teasing yourself against him, grinding back and forth along the shaft, your juices coating him. He grabbed your ass, giving it a rough slap “stop teasing me” his tone made your mouth water more, you gripped him, lining the tip up with your entrance and sunk down on him in a swift motion. His name falling from your lips at the feeling of him filling you to the brim.

The amount of pleasure that overwhelmed you was enough to make you cum again, you were feeling what he felt, the sensation was overstimulating, but you loved every second of it. You leaned back, resting your arms on his legs and starting lifting yourself off of him, only sinking back down when he was almost out of you. His moans motivated you to keep going, you usually hated being on top, but with Rafe it was different. He watched you bounce up and down on his cock, he moaned at the sight of your bodies meeting, and he was in a state of bliss.

When you felt your legs start to tremble you tried to push through, but he noticed, his hands gripped your waist and he started thrusting into you, you needed a release, you moved one of your hands and started rubbing fast circles into your clit while meeting his thrusts, it only took a few more thrusts to send you over the edge, your eyes rolled back but his “Well shit, she’s a squirter too” made you come down from your high, looking down at him, seeing his smirk and his chest glistening in your release.

“Hands and knees baby, we’re not done” you nodded at him, he helped lift you off of him, then you laid on the bed, wanting to sleep, but when he landed another rough slap to your ass you did as told, getting on your hands and knees, feeling him grip your hips, then bottoming out in you, you moaned his name and gripped the sheets, his hand made its way to your neck, pulling you back against his chest, your head leaned back onto his shoulder while he pounded into you.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby you’re so tight” one of your hands gripped his forearm and the other reached back to grip his hair. “Rafe-please-fuck” he smirked, kissing the side of your face, it felt intimate-even in this rough moment. Your breathing was heavy and you felt yourself on the brink of another orgasm. “I’m so close-please-I’m so fu-fucking close” he smirked, you didn’t know his thrusts could get any faster but they did and he was making you see stars. You felt the coil in your stomach pop and your vision blurred while you whimpered his name. He kept thrusting, pushing you through your orgasm then hitting his, and it was like another wave of pleasure washed over you.

When he pulled out of you he laid you down on his bed, you were out of breath and by now you’d forgotten why you even came to his room in the first place. He laughed at you sprawled out on his bed, he used the shorts he was wearing to clean you up and laid right next to you, pulling the sheet over the both of you. You were laying on your stomach, your head turned towards him and he was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“So why’d you decide to come over here today?” you groaned not wanting to talk, your body was exhausted. He turned to face you, waiting for your response. Taking time to admire your fucked-out appearance. “You’re beautiful, y’know”

“Don’t compliment me right now, I’m trying to recover” he raised a brow “do you have a praise kink?” you shushed him and shoved his shoulder. “I came over because your sister met her soulmate-who happens to be my best friend. But apparently I got fucked by my soulmate, so I guess it was a productive trip”

He laughed at your sarcastic tone, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips.

“What was that for?” “we’re soulmates” you laughed at him.

“Sex isn’t gonna make us automatically fall in love, honestly Rafe, you have a lot to work on, and we’re gonna start with the whole coke thing, that shit burns, and also I don’t wanna know where you got the bike burn from” he laughed at you then furrowed his brows.

“Did you just say we’re?” you nodded your head, shifting so that you were resting your head on his chest. He smiled once you settled down on him.

“We’re soulmates, and I wanna help you if I can. I mean the universe shoved us together for a reason right?” his response was kissing your forehead.

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Midsummers Nightmare - JJ Maybank

Rafe seems to have a little crush on you and you do not realize it until it’s too late. You don’t react as he had hoped, and you don’t have the best timing when it comes to telling your friends and boyfriend, JJ.

Requested by @rochyu 💙

Warnings: some curse words; small amount of verbal and physical abuse

Word Count: 2.2k+

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"I hate your brother." The insult falls from your glossed lips as you roll your eyes at the eldest Cameron who stood farther away from you and Sarah, his blue eyes locked on your swaying figure. Sarah chuckles before nodding in agreement with your statement.

"Yeah, he can be an ass," the blonde in the elegant white dress acknowledges as she grips into your arms gently and spins you two around so that you don't have to be in his line of sight anymore. You give her a small thank you smile as you get back to dancing with your friend. The midsummers music flows through the two of you and together, y'all sway your hips and spin around as giggles fly from your mouths.

"I think he has a crush on you, to be honest." Sarah's sudden words cause your eyes to widen.

"But I'm with JJ." She laughs before leaning into you to whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I'm with Topper but I'm crushing on someone else too." She pulls away from your ear with the deepest hue of red spreading across her cheeks.

"Who?" Your curiosity is just dying to know but she shakes her head, indicating she will not be speaking more on the subject. You decide not to pester her any further and just vibe to the music with the brown-eyed beauty next to you. All good and fun vibes leave as soon as you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see who it is. Rafe.

"Can I help you?" Sarah spoke harshly to her older brother but was soon distracted when Wheezie came running up.

"I just want to talk to you. Please? I won't bother you anymore." The way he spoke sounded like there was something more bothering him and his blue eyes appeared to be almost scared. That in turn worried you and caught your attention so you nodded your head, letting Rafe grab your hand and lead you away from your friend and the crowd that had gathered on the dance floor.

"Okay, so what's wrong?" You asked him as soon as y'all were alone in a room upstairs. He still had that worrisome expression on his face and it just made you even more anxious.

"I need girl advice," he mumbled softly. Relief washed over you as your mind could quit making up worst-case scenarios and focus on the frazzled boy in front of you.

"All right, spill," you instruct, and he nods before beginning.

"Well I like this girl a lot, but I don't know if she feels the same way as I do. I think she does, but I don't know. I feel like something is holding her back."

"Do you think the thing that is holding her back can be overcome?"

"Yes, and if she's scared to overcome it by herself, I'll surely help her." It was nice to see Rafe be so vulnerable and open and it was a side you wished to see more of. As being friends with Sarah for a long time, you had known Rafe for equally as long. You have seen him be nice and sweet but as he's grown, he's become harder and meaner. You don't know why but by the way he's acting now, you see the sweet Rafe you had known when you were younger.

"Have you told her how you feel?" You question as you lean against the wall next to you.

"No, but I have made it so obvious," he states as he takes a few steps closer to you. Absentmindedly, you take steps back as well.

"Rafe, you like this girl. Tell her how you feel. Make your move." You feel your back hit a wall behind you.

"If you say so." His hands lay softly against the sides of your face as your mind tries to understand what happening and when it all clicks, his close proximity to you, how he's always staring at you, how Sarah literally said earlier that she thinks he has a crush on you, how the thing that's holding you back is JJ, it's too late. Rafe's lips are on your own.

You push against his chest to get him off you and your face shows nothing but pure disgust. As Rafe watches your actions, that soft and sweet Rafe you saw previously had left as quick as he came, and his demeanor changed completely. He raises his hand in the air before smacking it across your face.

"Rafe!" He has never done anything like that to you before so to say you were shocked would be an understatement. His hand comes towards your face again and grips your jaw harshly.

"I was going to try to save you from the dirty pogues, but I see that you are the same trash that they are," he spoke through gritted teeth. Using the grip he had in your jaw, he pushed you back into the wall, your head hitting the wood enough to leave you with a pretty bad headache. Your hand flies to the back of your head as Rafe walks over the window, gazing at the party below.

"Looks like your dirty pogue has arrived. I'll take care of that." And with that, he left. You had no doubt in your mind that JJ couldn't handle Rafe, so you stayed put, mainly in fear. You could feel the stinging handprint on your face, the pounding in the back of your head, and it was almost as of Rafe's hand still had a hold of your jaw.

You sat there as tears brimmed your eyes. You would have to go downstairs eventually and have to face the people you had grown up around. You also didn't want to pass Rafe or his two lackeys, Topper and Kelce. Not wanting to see anyone just yet, you sit and think back on all that just occurred to you. You had never expected the man in the baby blue tux to come on to you like that and you definitely didn’t think he’d hit you.

Scrambling to your feet, you slip out of the room to a bathroom next door to examine your face. You didn’t look too bad. No one should be able to tell anything after you fix your makeup. Thankfully, you had brought some with you in your purse and applied it to where it had been smudged by Rafe’s hands. Your eyes are still tear-filled, but none have fallen just yet. You are not going to let yourself break until you are home, alone. When you finally build up enough courage to go back down and leave, you are met with a bit of commotion amongst the party as you watch JJ shove a guy in a black suit.

“Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie and Y/n,” the battered blond speaks to you both as he points at you two. He moves his finger towards Pope. “Pope, you as well, all right? Rixon’s Cove. Let’s roll.” His attention goes back to you and Kiara. “All right, girls, come on. Workers of the world unite. Throw off your chains!”

You happily run to your boyfriend and jump into his arms after he and John B salute each other. He spins you around as you three wait for the other two who have to put up a small fight against their parents. Pope runs up to y’all as his father yells from afar and he wraps his arms around John B. Kie comes seconds after, laughing as she runs into JJ’s arms. Pope pulls you into him as the five of you run away from the kook-filled place, but not without John B yelling, “Later losers!”

Soon enough, y’all make it to Rixon’s Cove, get a fire started, and sit around discussing what the mandatory meeting is about. John B explains that the gold in on the island before providing the evidence of Denmark Tanny and how he used the gold and his whole story.

“So, what’s the plan?” Pope questions as he looks at the letters with a flashlight. You look over his shoulder to get a look at them too.

“Good question. So, Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight. She’ll bring an original survey map-” John B starts but is cut off by Kie.

“Hold on. Sarah? Why Sarah?” John B stays silent while JJ mutters, “This is gonna be good.” You were just as confused as Kie. Why was Sarah getting involved in this? She was your friend, but she was not near as close to you as the pogues were and this was a pogue thing anyway.

“Sarah, um, she got me into the archives in Chapel Hill yesterday, and that’s where I got the letter.” John B tells her as you watch the disappointment and betrayal wash over her features.

“You were in Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron?” She asks as he agrees. Of course, JJ has to make the situation worse with his little comment, “He was mackin’ on her.”

“I wasn’t macking.”

“You were totally macking Sarah Cameron.”

“So that’s what Sarah meant earlier when she said she had a crush on someone else that wasn’t Topper,” You add before the boys go back to arguing.

“I wasn’t macking on her, okay? I was using her for access.”

“There was access, all right.”

“Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kie interrupted the two boys bickering.

“I was just trying to get into the archives.” John B defends himself, basically admitting to telling her.

“Is that a yes?” Kie pushes.

“I- I left out key details.” He still doesn’t deny telling Sarah Cameron about our secret.

“Yo, what? You let a kook in on our secret? What about pogue life? What about the t-shirt company, bro?” Kie continues as Pope and you sit back and watch it all unravel. They all continue to talk as you zone out watching the fire until Pope speaks from beside you.

“Her brother did hit me in the back with a golf club.”

“Yeah and he kissed me, slapped me, and pushed my head against a wall earlier.” The group fell silent at your confession. You didn’t realize you had spilled until the silence came over you.

“He what?” JJ spoke as he walked over to you from beside John B and Kie.

“When did this happen?” Kie asked you.

“An hour or so ago. It was right before we left. I came down and you were going off about coming here. I wasn’t going to bother you with it until later because I know how heated you get,” You say calmly as you grab his hand to make sure he doesn’t get too riled up and angry, but your attempts seem to fail.

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of him,” JJ speaks through gritted teeth as he stands to his feet.

“No, JJ.” The softness of your voice brings him back to where you stand. The tears have come back, and one manages to escape despite your efforts to not cry. The blond pulls you into his embrace where you finally break down, the hurt and pain from Rafe’s actions finally taking a toll on you. Soon, you are wrapped up in all the pogues' arms as they comforted you. Later, you and JJ left for the chateau while the other went to meet Sarah.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” JJ asked you as you laid against his chest, his fingers fiddling with the ends of your hair.

“I didn’t want you to worry about it and if I had told you there, you would’ve fought him right then and there. I couldn’t tell you then.”

“I’m still gonna beat his ass.”

“That’s okay but be with me first. Your time for revenge will come, but don’t insinuate it. Okay? I don’t need you getting hurt more than you already are.” You lean up to rest your chin against the top of his chest as you stare into his gorgeous blue eyes. You bring your hand to rest on the side of his face, and he leans into your touch before letting out a sigh.

“Fine. I won’t do anything until it’s time.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek softly as his eyes fluttered closed. When he opens his eyes again, they appear to be glossy.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask as you sit up. He follows suit, leaning against the wall.

“I never want you to have to experience what you did tonight.” His sad eyes lock with yours.

“JJ, I’m okay. It’s okay,” you speak softly, running your fingers through his smooth golden locks. You let your hand trail down the side of his face to his arm and finally, it meets his hand and your fingers interlock with his.

“It’s not okay. You may be okay, but what he did was not. I’m not going to let that happen again. I should’ve been there with you tonight, but John B-”

“John B needed you. That’s okay. Let’s just go to sleep and forget about it, all right?” He nods as the two of you go back to laying down. You rest your head back down on his chest and with the soothing sound of his heartbeat, you fall asleep in seconds.

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Not Good For You || JJ Maybank

Your disapproving father gets into JJ’s head and leads him to believe that he isn’t good enough for you. JJ, believing your father’s words, tries to end things but you’re not giving up without a fight.

You watch in disbelief as a handcuffed JJ gets shoved into the back of the police truck. Kiara stands next to you, equally as shocked, while Pope stands across from the two of you, next to his dad. The three of you watch helplessly as Shoupe gets in the truck and drives away.

Pope starts anxiously walking around grabbing at his hat and then suddenly takes it off and chucks it at the ground, “Shit!” He yells before storming off.

“Pope? Pope!” His dad calls before running after him.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” You mutter over and over, digging your hands in your hair, “Why the fuck did he do that?! He knew damn well it wasn’t him who sank that stupid boat!”

“Because it’s JJ,” Kiara replies, “Of course he’d take the blame for Pope, he’s selfless like that. He’s always protecting his friends.”

You sigh, “Well sometimes I hate him for it. God he’s probably freaking out right now.”

“Hey, I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s tough.” Kie assures you softly and you nod.

“I sure hope so. Hey I should probably get home, it’s only a matter of time before my dad finds out and if I’m not close by he’ll have a fit.” She nods, knowing how your dad is, and the two of you say your goodbyes before you get into you car and drive the short way back to Figure Eight.

The thing about being a kook and dating a pogue is that everybody judges you. They all think that you’re making a mistake by dating JJ and that someday he’ll end up pulling you into whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into. It’s part of the reason why, although you live the kook lifestyle, you still prefer to hang out with the pogues. You’re kind of like a half kook/half pogue.

Your father, however, is probably the most angry about it. He would disapprove of anybody who isn’t rich, pogue or not, and the fact that JJ is always causing mischief makes it worse. He keeps tabs on your relationship, and JJ in general, like a hawk.

You cringe as you pull into the long driveway and sure enough your father is already standing on the front steps, arms crossed over his chest, “Where the hell have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve just been hanging out with Kiara,” You reply nonchalantly.

“Hanging out with Kiara? Don’t lie to me, I know you were with that dirty delinquent boyfriend of yours.”

“Don’t change the subject,” He warns angrily, “I heard he got arrested?! What the hell did he do this time?!”

“It’s none of your business Dad. Stay out of it.”

“I want you to stay away from that boy. I’ve said it a million times before and you don’t listen but I’m serious this time Y/N. End things with him.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do dad? Lock me in the house like a princess in a tower? You know what, I’m done talking about this right now.” You angrily walk over to the driver’s side of your car before climbing in and slamming the door.

“Where do you think you’re going? Y/N, I swear to god if you start that car you’re grounded.” You ignore him and start the car before speeding away from the house, drowning out your father’s angry screaming.

As you pull into The Wreck’s parking lot for the second time that day you run a hand through your hair and sigh, “Fuck.”

“Hey what are you doing back? I thought you had to get home to Dadzilla?” Kie asks as you walk into the restraunt.

“Yeah well he decided he was going to yell at me as soon as I got there and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it.” You shrug and sit down at the bar. She nods in understanding but doesn’t say anything else.

“Yeah?” She asks, not looking up from her cleaning.

“Could I maybe stay with you for a few days? Just until all this shit with JJ is sorted out. If I go home my dad is gonna be all up my ass about it.”

“Of course Y/N, you know you’re always welcome at my house.” You smile, silently thanking her, and patiently wait until she’s done cleaning before you both head back to her house.

{The Next Night}

“Just so you know, if you weren’t going to be there I definitely wouldn’t be going to this stupid party.” You tell Kiara as the two of you stare at yourselves in her mirror.

“Oh I know. If it wasn’t for my mom making me I wouldn’t be going to this stupid party either,” She laughs as her mom pops her head into the room.

“You girls almost ready?”

“Yeah we’ll be down in a minute,” Kiara replies and her Mom nods before leaving once more.

Kie sighs and turns to you, “You ready for this?”

You shrug, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

When you get there the place is already crawling with kooks and the two of you are quick to split from her family and go find Pope. Although he’s not a kook so he isn’t actually a part of the club his dad always caters and Pope usually tags along to help.

You keep a close eye on the crowd, ready to split if you see your father. Finally you spot Pope standing off to the side with his Dad and rush over to greet him.

After a while of watching and making fun of the kooks you turn towards Pope, “Hey, have you heard from JJ?”

“No, you guys?” He asks and you and Kie shake your heads.

“No. He’ll be alright though, he has the survival instincts of a cockroach.” Kie answers.

He sighs, “It’s all my fault.”

“No it’s not Pope, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You assure him.

“Topper almost killed you, remember?” He doesn’t respond as the Camerons’ arrival steals everyone’s attention.

As the night goes on and it begins to get dark the three of you continue to stand aside watching the kooks dance and laugh and live their lives. You continue to keep an eye out for your father, thankfully the closest thing you get to spotting him is catching a five second glimpse of your little brother dancing with some little girl from his second grade class.

At some point you excuse myself to go to the bathroom and push through the crowd into the club.

Unbeknownst to you JJ is outside searching for Sarah after a short run-in with Pope. Finding Sarah and giving her John B’s note was at the top of his list but after that his main focus was going to be finding you. He finally spots Sarah when a hand roughly wraps around his arm and drags him away from the chaos.

“Dude what the hell?!” He yells as he’s dragged away to a little nook in the porch, away from the crowd. The assailant releases the death grip they have on JJ’s upper arm and practically throws the boy forward in front of them.

He stumbles a little before regaining his balance and turning to see Y/N’s dad standing in front of him looking quite angry.

“Oh hey Mr. Y/L/N. What, did you want to do a little future son-in-law and father-in-law bonding? You could’ve just asked, no need to be so rough.” He says sarcastically.

“Cut the shit kid. Look, I don’t like you, you’re dirty and rotten and you’re not good for my daughter. Now I’ve told her to end it but clearly she has other ideas so I’m going to tell you instead. You need to end things between the two of you and move on, and after that stay a far distance away.” Your father spits in a warning tone.

“And what will you do if I don’t?” JJ questions tauntingly, “I mean, my apologies sir, but that’s not going to happen. I love your daughter and I’ll never leave her.”

“You know, despite hanging around you and your delinquent friends, who probably have no hopes or goals for the future and will probably be stuck on The Cut barely scraping by to survive for the rest of your lives, she has aspirations. She wants to go somewhere in life, do things with her life. Things that you, a poor boy from the bad side of the island, who’s always getting into trouble, aren’t capable of doing. Now maybe being with you isn’t affecting her right now but someday soon you will get into trouble that is so deep that you will drag my daughter down with you and everything she wants for her future, everything she’s worked towards and done to achieve her goals, will be thrown out the window.” JJ stays silent, playing your father’s words over in his head as the older man continues, “Don’t ruin her life. End it before she pays the price for your mistakes.” And with that he turns and walks away.

“Yeah, um, no. I stayed at Kiara’s, I’m gonna be sleeping there for a few days.” You answer, tugging at your dress.

“Honey please. Come home with us later, your father and I were worried about you. He told me about your little argument and about you storming off. That wasn’t very respectful Y/N, I thought we taught you better than that.” You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head at her words.

“Did he forget to tell you how he practically threatened me to break up with JJ? How he was the one who started the whole thing in the first place? Of course not and it’s not like you would care anyway because you don’t like JJ either.”

“When did I ever say that? JJ is a nice kid he just...” She trails off and you scoff.

“Y/N, please.” She pleads and you turn around and wave.

“Bye Mom, I’ll see you in a few days when you two decide to stop judging somebody based on their social status and the amount of money they have in their bank account. Oh wait, that’ll never happen.” You reply angrily before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.

You go outside, scanning to crowd to try and find Kiara, whom you finally spot standing a little ways further down the deck.

“Hey, you alright?” She asks, seeing your annoyed face.

“Yeah, just ran into my mom in the bathroom. It’s fine, she was just being a bitch about the fight with my dad. Blaming it on me like always.” You shrug, turning towards the crowd until the door opens behind you and a familiar voice comes out of it.

You turn around, eyes widening as you watch JJ get pulled outside by the security guard, “Look man I can walk myself! I got legs. Can you see that, brother?”

He struggles against the guard, not even noticing Kie and yourself as he gets pulled past. He grabs a glass from an older man on the way, downing the alcohol inside of it. You cringe as he’s pulled through the crowd, causing a scene and turning all eyes towards him, including those of your father who still hasn’t spotted you.

“Let go of him!” Kiara yells and her parents rush to shush her as all the attention is on the two of you now, “You can’t just boot him!”

You and JJ lock eyes for a moment and you smile but he doesn’t return it and looks away instead. You frown, wondering how long he’s been out of jail and why he hadn’t contacted any of you sooner, and why he reacted that way when he saw you.

“I invited him here! I’m a member of this club!” Kie continues, shrugging off her parents who are desperately trying to get her to shut up.

JJ finally pushes off the guard and apologizes sarcastically before turning towards us, “Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie, Y/N. Pope, you as well. Rixon’s Cove, lets go.”

Kiara ignores her parents protests and the two of you bolt after JJ and John B as they run away from the party, Pope in tow. The five of you don’t stop running until you’ve reached your destination. You try to talk to JJ but he pretends not to hear you and instead works with John B to start a fire so you sit on a log next to Kie instead.

When the fire is started you smile and pat the seat next to you, hoping he’ll sit there but he sits next to John B and you try to ignore the hurt you feel after. He hasn’t said one word to me, did I do something wrong?

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even pay attention to the conversation until Kie nudges you slightly and leans in to whisper, “You okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah.” You answer, looking towards John B who’s standing in front of the group going on about the Royal Merchant and his findings about the gold.

At one point you and JJ lock eyes again but he looks away once again.

“All we need it an original survey map of the property and we’ve found the gold.” John B exclaims excitedly and you watch as JJ walks over and throws his arms around him.

You angrily stand up and stomp away from the fire, sick of JJ’s attitude towards you tonight. You don’t know what you did but you’re not going to sit around and let him act like you’re not even there.

“Y/N? Where are you going?” Kie calls but you ignore her, continuing to walk until you get to the beach and find a nice large rock to sit on, staring up at the moonlight. A few moments later you hear footsteps and feel somebody sit next to you but you don’t look over, you already know who it is.

“Can we talk?” He asks and you hum in response, not paying any attention until he asks again more insistently.

“Oh so you’ve finally decided to acknowledge my presence after ignoring me all night?” You don’t know what you expected him to say but what comes out of his mouth next is far from it.

“I don’t think we should be together anymore,” He replies softly. Your heartbeat quickens as you stare back at him with wide eyes.

“JJ, why would you say that?”

“I’m not good for you Y/N. You’re beautiful and rich and you have your whole life ahead of you. I’m just some poor troublemaker who isn’t going to make it anywhere in life. You’re so much better than me. You deserve better than me. I can’t believe it took me this long to see that.”

“That’s not true JJ. It doesn’t matter where you come from, you CAN make it places in life if you believe you can. I don’t want anybody else, I don’t care who they are or what they think they can give me. I only want you.”

“You’re a kook and I’m a pogue. We aren’t meant to be together. We were bound to crash and burn at some point so we may as well get it over with. It’s best that we move on and date people from our own sides of the island.” He refuses to look at you now, staring out into the ocean as you shake your head profusely.

“It doesn’t work that way JJ and you know it. We can’t just move on and love somebody else just because you and I come from different worlds. Romeo and Juliet, remember?” You cry, referring to the nicknames Kie and the boys used to call you two when you first started dating. Tears began to stream steadily down your cheeks.

“Romeo and Juliet both died Y/N!” He yells, raising his voice for the first time, “They were stupid enough to love each other even though they knew they shouldn’t and they ended up dead and if we stay together the same thing will happen to us, except it’ll be the death of everything you could accomplish in your life and I’ll be the one pulling the trigger. Eventually I’ll end up pulling you down to my level and all of your hopes and dreams will die and you’ll be no better than me, a stupid, useless pogue with no purpose.”

“Don’t say that about yourself. You’re so much more than that to me. You’re my best friend JJ, the love of my life. I don’t want to live a life without you.”

The boy doesn’t say anything for a moment as your father’s words from this evening play over in his head. Don’t ruin her life. She’d be better off without you. End it before she pays the price for your mistakes. Finally he sighs, “Well you don’t really have a choice.”

“What do you mean? JJ please, I don’t want to loose you.” You pleaded softly as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Seeing you in this much pain physically broke JJ as he felt his heart break. He always vowed never to hurt you but now here he was doing the very thing he promised not to do. But he couldn’t ruin you, pushing you away now would save you from more pain later.

He could tell that you weren’t giving up without a push and with that thought in mind he opened his mouth and let the biggest lie he’s ever told fall from his lips, “You already have.”

“JJ,” You whispered helplessly as you watched the boy you love so much stand up and turn towards you.

“It’s true. I’ve been falling out of love for weeks but you were too stupidly in love with me to notice.”

“You don’t mean that.” You shook your head as more tears fell, “You’re just saying that to push me away.”

“No, I’m not. You’re so clingy, always up my ass, it’s exhausting. I’ve been mustering up the courage to end things but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, you know? I didn’t want to tell you because I knew it would complicate things and make things awkward between everyone. I didn’t want it to get bad and make the others have to choose between us. I mean of course they’d choose me because I’m a pogue just like them but I didn’t want it to come to that point because I knew you’d have no friends then. You know I feel kind of bad for you actually. You’re so rich and privileged but yet none of the other rich kids like you so you resorted to being friends with pogues because you’re so pathetic that you can’t handle being alone.” With every word that came out of his mouth his heart broke more and more. Seeing the hurt on your face made him want to die. He opened his mouth to keep going but you stood up and held out your hand for him to stop.

“There’s no need to say anything else JJ, you made your point loud and clear.” Your voice was so quiet and broken that he could barely hear what you said, “I’m gonna go. Tell the others I’m sorry.”

As you turn and walk away JJ has to physically fight to urge to run to you and scoop you up into his arms and tell you that everything he’d just said was a lie. He wanted to apologize for all the vile things he’d just said and tell you how much he loves you but he didn’t.

As soon as you disappeared into the woods tears started to freely down his cheeks at a rate that they never had before as he angrily tugged at his hair, “Fuck!”

Thirty minutes later you stared up at the large house in front of you, debating about whether to go in. Tears stained your cheeks and you had to refrain from letting more loose as you replayed JJ’s harsh words in your head. You sighed and opened the large door, closing it behind you.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Your mother’s voice rang out as she appeared from the study.

“Where have you been?” Your father asked from behind her, “Off with your boyfriend again huh?”

“Dad I really don’t want to talk about it,” I reply softly, emotionally drained already, “I’m going up to bed. And he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

Neither one of your parents responded as they watched you climb the elegant staircase towards your room.

PART TWO

Can y’all believe that JJ is so hot that he brought me out of Tumblr retirement? 🥵 for real though, it’s literally been years since I’ve posted a fanfic on this app but after watching Outer Banks and falling in love with this blonde idiot I was inspired. I literally spent like three days working on this too so I hope y’all like it lmao

#outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #obx jj #please dont let this flop #multifandom #john b routledge #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #pope heyward #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine

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