obxobsessedbitch

love all things obx, especially the men ;)

[obxobsessedbitch1]

18, leo, single, love to write, amateur photographer, love the beach, love Outer Banks, JJ Maybank's girl, will practically write whatever, ;D

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Secrets don't stay hidden.. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Things are Different Now..(Masterlist) Married At First Sight

Rafe x JJ x Reader

[lovelydollzz]

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. It's all ours."

The words left Rafe’s mouth, his breath hot against your neck as he placed sloppy kisses all over.

It was true. It was all yours now, Tannyhill.

– "Mmph" you murmured, "all ours"

You were already sitting in his lap, you had been for the past thirty minutes, just enjoying eachothers company. Enjoying the fact that the biggest house on Kildare now was yours to live in.

Yours to raise a family in.

He pulled you even closer to him, positioning your legs so that you were straddling him. – "We'll throw big parties, stay up all night, drink.. do stupid stuff" he spoke.

Stupid stuff—drugs.

You didn’t like that, not at all.

You kissed him again, tongue interwining with his, – "We have all of this to ourselves" you whispered, sucking gently on the skin right beneath his jaw.

He groaned, hips jerking slightly, – Mhm, no one interrupting us, no one taking away all the fun"

You giggled, – "Rafe you're twenty, no ones taking away all the fun. Whether you live alone or not"

He kissed you again, carefully nipping on your lower lip. – "Mhm.. except for you maybe, fun police." He teased, a smile playing on his lips.

You slapped him lightly, pretending to be mad, but not really. – "Fun police?!" You exclaimed.

– "Yeah.. you'll tell me to go to sleep and to stop drinking when i'm drunk. And when we have kids you won't let them stay up past their bedtime which will be at 8:pm by the way" he licked his lips, brows quirking slightly upwards.

You scoffed, – "I'm not that boring! How dare you accuse me of being boring?!"

Oh he was right, so right.

You wouldn’t even let him stay up for too long either. "Think about how tired you'll be tomorrow" you were so fucking pathetic.

You hated when the bed wasn't made, and if he'd remove one of the decorative pillows to be more comfortable during daytime? Oh yeah he'd hear about it.

You couldn't stand when the kitchen drawers weren't organized or when the guests at Rafe's parties would leave pizza slices laying all over the kitchen.

And you despised whenever he'd use coke or any type of drugs. In fact, you had slapped him the last time he was high. You had slapped him in absolute fury and made him sleep on the couch for a week.

But perhaps you were exactly what he needed, someone who'd keep him sane when he was on the verge of losing it. Someone who would bring him back to earth when he was drifting away.

You were exactly what he needed.

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✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was supposed to be smut at first but I realized I was too tired halfway through and wrote whatever this is.. I want to try my best and actually post every day for a while so that I can build some type of community here!! So I will have to come to terms with the fact that not every single post must be perfect.. Thank you sooo much for all the love I got on my last post though! It means a lot ❤️

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@wh0re4-alexademi

[angelicstarkey]

double feature

bsf!rafe cameron x reader

summary: aka yall get freaky in a drive in theatre

content warnings: pwp, unprotected piv, car sex, fingering, semi-public sex, rafe can't ever seem to get his hands off bsf!reader like goddamn, nor can either of them confess their feelings smh 18+ MDNI

w/c: 3K

Rafe stared at the movie in boredom and disgust as he watched the two main characters fight with each other in the rain, his chin resting on his fist with a drink gripped by the other. You’d insisted that it’d be more fun to watch a movie at the drive-in theatre, except Rafe had lost all interest in the horror movie he’d chosen after rigging the coin toss done to avoid watching the chick flick you usually opted to watch.

“They do the same predictable shit in every movie,” he muttered as he watched the exasperation painted on the male lead’s face. “He’s gonna blurt out that he’s always loved her in a minute, then the motherfucker’s gon’ be slashed in half.” Rafe turned his head to you as he swatted him square in the face, seeing the look of adoration in your face that almost made his torture worth it. Almost.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you chose the movie, dumbass.” You turned to look back at him, your smirk giving away the fake annoyance you’d tried to give him. “If you hadn’t cheated like I know you did-” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, but I didn’t cheat.” Rafe retorted as he watched you turn your attention back to the screen. A few minutes passed in silence as the movie continued its predictable plot. Rafe shifted in his seat, the leather of the expensive car making an annoying sound against his jeans. He glanced over at you again, noticing how the light from the screen illuminated your features, making your eyes sparkle.

He let the silence stretch for another moment, the flickering blue light of the screen casting shadows across his sharp jawline. He watched you more than the movie, the way you bit your lip during a tense scene, how your eyes widened. He was so bored, he could feel his brain turning to mush, but watching you was truly something else. Something that he knew what it implied, but he wasn’t going to analyze it any more than it should be. Something that teetered a line that he wasn’t sure if either of you was willing to cross yet.

"Alright, that's it," he suddenly declared, tossing his now-empty cup into the backseat. It landed with a soft thud. "This is officially the worst movie I've ever seen. And I've seen some real shit." You laughed, not taking your eyes off the screen. "Serves you right, you rigged that coin toss."

“Nah, Peaches. I'm mad because I'm wasting m’hard money on this garbage," he said, but his tone was playful. He shifted in his seat, turning his body fully towards you; the expensive leather creaked with the movement. “Y’know what would be more entertaining than this?”

“Hmm?” you hummed, still distracted. Rafe glanced down, smirking at the sight of his hand, which had been resting on your thigh. Slowly, he began to move, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path upwards, inching under the hem of your shorts. The warmth of his hands on that area was suddenly gone and now cold, while the chilling path his fingertips left against your skin was a stark, thrilling contrast. You shivered, your body already responding to him, a familiar ache beginning to build low in your stomach.

“Rafe,” you softly breathed out, unable to fight the urge. “Quit it.”

Rafe watched your face, his gaze predatory and satisfied as he saw the effect he had on you. His fingers danced along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you wanted him most but never quite touching. It was torture, infuriating, even. You squirmed in your seat, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"Quit squirmin’," he taunted, his voice a low whisper against your ear. He knew exactly what he was doing; he always did. 

"Oh my god, stop teasing," you managed to let out, your voice shaky.

He chuckled, a deep, smug sound. "Where's the fun in that?" But he finally relented, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your panties. You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily at the contact. He rubbed you slowly through the thin cotton, his touch maddeningly light, a perfect, frustrating circle that had you seeing stars. He was toying with you, enjoying every second of your desperation, of the way your breath hitched with every pass of his thumb over your clit.

"You're so fucking wet already," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "All this from the movie? Or were you thinking about this the whole time?" He didn't wait for an answer, finally hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them aside. The cool night air hit your heated skin for a second before his fingers were on you, bare and unimpeded.

You cried out, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you again. This time it was slower, deeper, a filthy exploration as his fingers worked their magic. He slid one inside you, then another, curling them just right. Your head fell back against the seat, your eyes squeezed shut as a wave of pleasure washed over you. All you could feel was him—his fingers pumping into you, his thumb circling your clit, his other hand tangled in your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

"Look at me, Peaches," he commanded, his voice rough. You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The raw hunger you saw there sent another jolt of desire straight through you. "That's it. Let me see you."

He could feel you getting closer, your walls clenching around his fingers, your breathing coming in ragged pants. Just as you were teetering on the edge, he pulled his hand away, letting a frustrated groan from your throat.

"Rafe, what the—"

"Patience," he cut you off, his voice tight with his own need. He was just as affected as you were, his pupils blown, his jaw clenched.

Before you could understand what was happening next, Rafe leaned across the console, the space suddenly feeling charged and electric. His hand cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your skin as he crashed his lips against yours. It wasn't gentle nor questioning; it was exactly how you’d expected it to be, a hungry, demanding kiss that stole the air from your lungs. One that tasted like the salted richness from the butter in your popcorn, with a hint of tobacco and a desperate need for distraction. 

You melted into it instantly, your hands coming up to grip the collar of his polo shirt, pulling him closer. The movie, the other cars, the whole world outside the bubble you two comfortably relished in faded away. All that mattered was the heat building between you, the way his tongue swept against yours, claiming your mouth. 

It was moments like these that made you ponder how much everything would change if you’d just told him that you’d want something more. Or if you’d confessed the way you never wanted to feel anyone else’s lips if they weren’t the slightly chapped ones that belonged to him. Or maybe, just maybe, how he’d take in the fact that for you, it was either him or no one, because how could you wake up next to someone whose smile didn’t bring you the same joy his did, or the same comfort that his hands did as he’d lead you through a crowd, or how you didn’t have to worry because you knew Rafe had it handled.

When Rafe finally pulled back, you were both breathing heavily. His eyes, usually a cool, distant blue, were dark and intense, fixed on your swollen lips. 

"Rafe," you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs. "We're in the middle of a lot; there are people everywhere."

A slow, cocky smirk spread across his face. "Yeah, and?" His hand slid from your jaw down your neck, his fingers tracing the collar of your shirt. "Relax, baby. No one can see shit. These windows are tinted." His voice was a low, confident rumble that vibrated through you, ironic considering you should’ve gotten used to it by now. You let out a sigh as Rafe pressed his lips on your neck behind your ear, tracing an agonizingly slow path down, while small splotches of purple hues began to come to light—a subtle sign that Rafe had a chokehold over you, a reminder for you in the morning that Rafe’s possession would forever be etched in you. 

Rafe was just as overwhelmed as he took in the scent of you, the way you smelled of salt air, caramel, and the subtle hint of peaches that reminded him of what it was like to be okay. Though his eyes might’ve been closed, he knew his way around your body like it was second nature, licking the area above your collarbone just how you once confessed you liked it. It was only a matter of time until he quickly undid his own jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself. He was hard and thick, the tip already glistening. "Come here."

He didn't have to ask twice. You scrambled over the console, settling yourself in his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs on the driver's seat. It was a tight fit, awkward yet you both slotted against each other perfectly at the same time. You positioned yourself over him, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Ride me."

You sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. The stretch, the feeling of being completely filled by him, was overwhelming. You both let out a shaky breath when you were fully seated, your forehead resting against his. For a moment, you just stayed like that, savouring the feeling, the only sounds the distant movie soundtrack and your mingled breaths in the cramped space.

Once you’d adjusted to Rafe’s size, you started to move, lifting your hips and sliding back down, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Rafe's hands roamed over your body, pushing your shirt up to palm your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they were pebbled and sensitive. His mouth was everywhere he possibly could, kissing, biting, sucking marks into your skin that added onto the collection that you knew you'd have to hide later.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he groaned against your skin, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, making you go faster. The car began to rock slightly, a steady, creaking rhythm that matched your movements. The thought of getting caught, of the car next to you hearing, only fueled the fire. You rode him harder, chasing your release, your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage.

"Rafey," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Shit, I'm gonna—"

"Yeah, come on," he urged, his voice strained. "Cum for me. Show me how good I fuck you," he slid a hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles.

That was all it took. Your orgasm washed over you as the dam of pressure that’d been building broke open, a blinding rush of pleasure that made you cry out his name. Your walls clenched around him, your body shaking as you rode out your high. Rafe followed you over the edge a moment later with a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside you.

You collapsed against him, boneless and breathless, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. The air in the car was thick and humid, smelling of sex and sweat and Rafe's cologne. You could feel his heart hammering against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

"Holy shit," you mumbled into his skin, your voice muffled and sated. A lazy, satisfied smile spread across Rafe's face as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close in the cramped driver's seat. The aftermath left you both sticky and breathless, the intense heat of your bodies fogging up the windows even more.

"Holy shit is right," he rumbled, his voice a low, contented gravel. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, a rare gesture of tenderness that made your chest ache. "Told ya it'd be better than that shitty movie." 

You could feel the smug grin in his voice, making you roll your eyes as you lifted your head, a weak laugh escaping your lips as you looked at him. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his lips were swollen and red. He looked thoroughly debauched, and it was the best thing you'd ever seen. "Okay, let’s not forget you chose this movie," you argued, though the tone in your voice was all the more playful. You took in the way Rafe’s body slightly shone in the soft, muted light,  tracing the line of his jaw with your finger. "But, yeah. You were right."

"Damn straight," he said, his hands sliding down to grip your ass possessively. "So much better, we should probably go for round two. Truck’s got a backseat for a reason." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you were just about to agree, your body already humming with the possibility, when a sudden, sharp rap on the driver's side window made you both freeze.

The sound was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over your heads. Your head whipped around to see a blurry figure standing just outside, illuminated by the flickering light of the movie screen. 

“Shit,” you seethed as panic seized you. You scrambled to get off Rafe's lap, your movements clumsy and frantic as you tried to pull your skirt down and straighten your shirt. Rafe cursed under his breath, fumbling with his jeans and shoving himself back into his pants with a pained hiss. He yanked his polo down, trying to look presentable, which was a lost cause.

Another knock, this one more hesitant. "Uh, excuse me?" A young, cracking voice called through the glass. It was the voice of a boy who was probably more comfortable asking his mom for the car keys than confronting strangers about public indecency.

Rafe rolled his eyes, rolling down the window just a crack. The cool night air rushed in, carrying the smell of popcorn and gasoline. Standing there, looking profoundly uncomfortable in his red vest and popcorn-scented uniform, was a teenager who couldn't have been older than sixteen, his face littered with small pimples and prepubescent facial hair that you knew would haunt him later. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes fixed somewhere on the roof of the truck.

"Can I help you?" Rafe asked, his voice dripping with an impatience that was pure Kook privilege, acting as if he wasn't just balls-deep inside his best friend two seconds ago.

"Uh, yeah, sir," the kid stammered, his face turning a bright shade of crimson. He wouldn't make eye contact. "My manager, he, uh... he saw the car... rocking." The last word came out as a squeak. "And, well, this is a family establishment, and we've had some complaints about, you know... the fogged-up windows." He gestured vaguely at your steamy windows. "So I have to ask you to, uh, to leave. Please."

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. You sank down in your seat, wishing you could become one with the leather upholstery. This was mortifying, but Rafe, however, was anything but mortified. He let out an exaggerated sigh, like the kid was asking him to solve world hunger. "Fine, holy fuck," he snapped, already starting the engine. The roar of the V8 engine was aggressive in the quiet night. "We're leaving. Relax, kid."

"Okay, great, thank you," the teenager said, looking like he'd just been pardoned from death row. He practically scrambled backward as Rafe slammed the car into drive, not even bothering to wait for the kid to move away completely. The tires spun on the gravel as he peeled out of the parking space, leaving the flustered employee and the predictable horror movie behind in a cloud of dust.

You didn't speak until he was on the main road, the neon lights of the drive-in theatre’s sign fading in the rearview mirror. The silence was thick with a mix of lingering arousal and sheer, unadulterated embarrassment.

Finally, you broke it. "Oh my God," you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "That was, single-handedly, the most humiliating moment of my entire life."

Rafe let out a short, sharp laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet car which warmed your heart, despite the embarrassment you couldn’t shake off. He reached over and pulled your hands away from your face, his grip firm. "Nah," he said, glancing over at you, a genuine, amused smile lighting up his features. "That was fucking hilarious. Did you see his face? I thought he was gonna pass out."

"It's not funny!" you protested, but you couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "He looked like he was about to cry."

"Good," Rafe said, his smirk returning full force. "Serves him right for interrupting us." He squeezed your thigh, his touch possessive and warm. "Besides, I told you. No one can see in these windows. Kid was just jealous."

You shook your head, a real laugh bubbling up now. "You're unbelievable, Rafey. D’you know that?"

"Hmmm, no," he shot back playfully, his eyes raking over your dishevelled state. "Maybe it’s because of you." His tone softened slightly on the last part, and your heart did that stupid little flip it always did when he let his guard down.

He took a sharp turn, heading not towards your house or his, but down a dark, empty road that led to the marina. "Now," he said, his voice dropping to that low, husky register that made your stomach clench.

"About that backseat..."

taglist: @raf3cam3r0n @bonjourjiminie

dividers: @cursed-carmine @saradika-graphics

[kooksandpearls]

drew starkey as trevor in hellraiser (2022)

[rafesbrat]

no one ever looked so pretty while committing crimes as he did

[rafesbrat]

[misschillyy]

rafe cameron hands. oh my lord.

that damn ring.

[misschillyy]

he’s so much more attractive when he’s angry

[lolastung]

OUTER BANKS 1.06, “Parcel 9”

[elliespocketknifee]

i love them they make me giggle

[lovelydollzz]

𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. Would you?

The words hit you like a slap, hard and cold.

Would you?

You swallowed, eyes flicking to the floor for a moment, then back to him. – "No." You said, your voice quiet, barely audible.

He held back a smile, not the cute, happy kind of smile, the kind that said: "Oh you're so stupid."

you blinked, once, twice. – "What"

He shook his head, – "Nothing." He lied, his voice calmer now than earlier when it was filled with fury.

He leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair. The tension of the moment was boiling in the air, and you could almost hear what he was going to say already.

– "You're such a slut" he laughed.

You didn’t find it funny. – "Rafe don't say that" You hated the way your voice was so soft and quiet, so vulnerable. Like prey when the predator was close.

He left his spot by the wall, walking towards you with slow, heavy steps. – "But you are. You'd do anything, anything I tell you, you'll do it"

A lump formed in your throat and you swallowed, eyes not leaving his.

Everything he said was true.

– "Rafe, that's because I love you." You spoke, already filled with regret the second the words left your mouth.

His face softened, though you couldn't tell whether it was genuine or just a part of his stupid game. – "Oh really you do? Well i'm so sorry babe" he murmured, hands already finding your waist, pulling you closer.

And before you had time to question it, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was wanting, hot, and it made you forget everything that had happened just a few moments earlier. Your tongue swirled around his, making him groan and pull you even closer.

His hands wandered, sneaked in under your shirt, tracing the swell of your breasts underneath the fabric of your bra. — "Holy shit, get on the bed" he demanded, pointing towards the king sized bed in the corner of the room.

He followed you, a michievious smile playing on his face. – "Get on your knees" he demanded once again, and you obeyed.

Like always.

But when you were down on your knees, in the most vulnerable of moments, he slapped you.

You let out a whine, – "What the hell Rafe?!"

He laughed, – "I told you so. You'd do anything for me"

Tears welled down your eyes, and you stood up. – "Rafe.." you begun, but no words left your pretty mouth.

He was high, probably drunk too. A mix of something inbetween. He would probably regret telling you this tomorrow morning when he had sobered up. – "Leave me, the fuck alone" he spoke, pointing towards the door.

And since you were you, you did.

You'd do anything for that boy.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - please do not copy or use my work without permission. Love y'all and thank you for reading.

Mwah mwah mwah! 💋

[misschillyy]

we can all share him, trust.

[rafesbrat]

[suuperscaar]

ALWAYS

pairing: jj maybank x fem!former kook/pogue!reader

desc: reader gets a text from rafe exposing a bet.

details: argument, insecurities, established relationship, bet, angst, fluff, reader grew up as a kook with rafe and topper but is now a pogue (kinda like sarah)

SONG: Always by Daniel Caesar

Y/N knew that she shouldn’t trust Rafe and his friends, given their long and colorful history with the Pogues. But, and she hated to admit it, the texts were convincing. Rafe and Topper had brought Y/N’s attention to texts between the Pogues. Texts that exposed the bet they made on her. She got the screenshots while in the bathroom at the Chateau, the rest of the pogues out on the front porch talking about who knows what. 

Y/N couldn’t be there anymore. She couldn’t stand to talk to the people she thought were her family. She quickly washed her hands and grabbed her bag once she was out. Y/N braced herself for the plethora of questions when she bolted out. 

“Y/N/N, where are you going?” JJ asked when she reached the steps. 

“Home. Mom called.” Her reply was blunt as she hopped on her bike. 

“Oh. Alright. I’ll see you later, then?” JJ asked, as the two had plans later that day. All Y/N could do was give him a small smile before she rode off. 

“Did she seem alright to you?” Kie asked, worried about her best friend. 

“Definitely not.” John B answered, throwing back his beer. 

Salty tears clouded Y/N’s vision as she sped down the road towards her house. Was she right to believe Rafe and Topper? Y/N threw her bike down in the yard when she reached her house, wiping any tears off of her cheeks to avoid questions from her parents. The girl walked straight to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face.

“Hey, sweetie! Your lunch is on the stove, I didn’t want it to get cold.” Her mom’s gentle voice greeted her from the living room. Y/N muttered a quiet thank you as she headed to the kitchen. It was like she was in a trance as she scooped spoonfuls of spaghetti on her plate. 

As Y/N was eating, JJ texted her. 

jj <3

hey, are we still on for 

tonight? you seemed 

off earlier.

The tears were threatening to spill again at the notification. What in the world was she supposed to say?

y/n :)

i’m okay, and still

good for later.

i do need to talk

to you though.

JJ had no idea what his girlfriend could possibly want to talk about. They were good, right? 

. . . 

Later that night, Y/N rode her bike back to the chateau. Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out how to tell JJ about the information. How do you even bring that up to someone? If it was true, she needed to protect herself, but if it wasn’t she didn’t want to offend JJ by believing Rafe of all people. 

JJ heard her bike hit the ground and walked quickly to the door, opening it before she had a chance to. 

“Hey, pretty lady.” JJ bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, which she returned. “What did you want to talk about?” The two sat down on the couch. 

“Is John B here?”

“No, I have no idea where he went.” JJ noticed his girlfriend’s anxious behaviors; messing with her fingers, sitting on the edge of the couch, rubbing her legs. “Babe, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.” 

Y/N didn’t say anything, just pulled her phone out. 

“Okay, before you say anything or get mad or start denying stuff, I need to talk. I got a text earlier…” 

JJ didn’t say anything, per her request, but gave her an expression to continue. 

“...from Rafe and Topper.” 

In a split second, JJ’s worried expression turned unreadable. He knew that Y/N came from a different world and that she’d known the two since diapers, but he didn’t think she actively talked to them. At least, no more than necessary. Y/N didn’t say anything, just showed JJ the texts. 

JJ was silent. Did she really believe that he and the pogues placed a bet on her ass? 

“Y/N, what the fuck? Do you seriously believe Rafe? Of all people?” Y/N tried to defend herself, but JJ just kept going. “After everything that he’s done to us, you’re siding with him? Of course this isn’t true, you know that! We aren’t like them.”

“Them?”

“You know what I mean, Y/N. 

“I don’t know, JJ! I don’t want to believe them, but I want to know! Did you or did you not-”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” JJ raked his hands through his hair in disbelief. 

“Did you or did you not make a bet on me?!” 

JJ looked like Y/N had just slapped him. Like a kicked puppy. 

“No.” he said bluntly. “No, I did not bake a bet on you, Y/N. Jesus Christ.” He ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Then what are these screenshots?” 

“Fake! They’re fake!”

“And how do you know that?” 

“Because those texts never happened! You can check my phone for Christ’s sake.” JJ snapped, slamming his hands on the kitchen counter. “You think I would make a bet on you like you’re some prize I have to win?”

“Well, JJ, I don’t know what to think.” 

“Apparently you think I’m capable of something like that.” 

Y/N crossed over to JJ. “Can you blame me for being upset? Rafe sent actual screenshots, J!” 

“Rafe Cameron also lies for fun!”

“I know that!”

“Okay, then why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because I needed reassurance, JJ!” Y/N was yelling now. “The second I saw those texts, I felt sick and humiliated and stupid and all I needed was my boyfriend to tell me that it wasn’t real!”

“You could’ve just asked me.” 

“I am asking you!”

“No, you’re not. You came in here already convinced.” JJ laughed bitterly. 

“That is not true.” 

“Then why do I feel like I’m defending myself in a courtroom right now?” Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but closed it before she did. She hated that part of him was right. JJ shook his head in disbelief, pacing slowly now. 

“This is unbelievable.” he muttered under his breath. 

“I didn’t want to believe them.” Y/N’s voice was quiet now, the screaming match seeming to fizzle out. 

“But you did,” JJ’s voice cracked slightly. “You believed Rafe Cameron over me.” 

“That’s not fair, JJ.” 

“No, what’s not fair is me spending two years trying to prove that I’m not like those assholes just for you to look at me like I’m one of them anyway.” 

A painful silence fell over both of them. The tears that had been threatening to spill out of Y/N’s eyes finally cascaded down her flushed cheeks, her heartbeat racing with adrenaline still. 

“You don’t understand what it felt like seeing that,” she whispered. “Reading those texts and wondering if everyone’s been laughing at me this whole time.” 

“No one’s laughing at you!”

“How do I know that?” 

JJ stared at her in shock. “Because you know us!”

Y/N angrily wiped the tears off her face. “Do I?”

JJ’s expression dropped and suddenly Y/N regretted everything. But the hurt she was feeling had been festering and burning all day, convincing her of the worst possible outcomes. 

“I know that you don’t really care about me,” she whispered, broken. “But thank you for trying to pretend that you do.” 

JJ looked like she’d kicked the air out of him. “What?”

Y/N could feel the regret, but she couldn’t stop now. “I mean, why else would this happen?” She was full on crying now. “Why would they even make those texts unless there was reason to believe them? I just– maybe I’m stupid for thinking that this relationship meant more to you than it actually does. That my friendship with the Pogues isn’t real.” 

“Y/N,” JJ’s voice was sharp, angry in a concerned way. Hurt. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Act like I don’t love you,” His words hit hard. Y/N froze. JJ stepped closer, his eyes glossy with frustration. “You don’t get there and-and tell me that I don’t care about you after everything.”

“JJ-”

“No.” His voice cracked. “Do you know how insane I am about you?” Y/N could only stare at him silently. “I love you so much it actually scares me sometimes,” he admitted. “And yea, I screw up. I say dumb shit and I forget things and I’m a disaster half the time, but none of that means I don’t care.” 

Hot tears were flowing steadily down Y/N’s cheeks now. JJ didn’t look any better.

“I have spent every single day for two years thanking God that you picked me,” he said quietly. “So hearing you say that you think I’ve been pretending?” He shook his head. “That hurts like hell, Y/N/N.” 

Y/N covered her mouth with her hand because suddenly she could see it all clearly: Rafe’s manipulation, her insecurity, the way JJ looked genuinely devastated she could think that about him. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.” 

JJ looked away for a second, swallowing hard. 

“I should’ve trusted you first,” she continued shakily. “I just panicked and I got in my head and-”

“And Rafe knew exactly what buttons to push,” JJ finished quietly. Y/N nodded miserably. Silence fell between them again. Softer, not as hot and angry this time. Then JJ stepped forward. Y/N looked up just in time for his hands to cup her face gently.

“I need you to know something,” he said softly. Y/N just nodded, inviting him to continue. “There is nothing fake about how I feel about you.” Y/N broke completely at his words, heavy sobs that she’d been holding back finally escaping her chest. 

JJ immediately pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her while she cried into his shirt, her tears soaking in. 

“I’m sorry,” her voice was muffled. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I know, baby.” JJ pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I know.” 

After a minute, Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him. 

“You really didn’t make a bet?” 

JJ looked at her with an ‘are you serious’ look. “Y/N.” 

She let out a watery laugh. “Okay, okay.” 

“You’re insane.” 

“You still love me, though.”

“Unfortunately, yea.” JJ smiled when he heard Y/N laugh gently. “Kinda obsessed with you, actually.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes before rising to her tiptoes to kiss him softly. JJ melted into the kiss, smiling against her lips as he cradled her cheek. The two of them stood like that for so long, both of them losing track of time and simply cherishing each other’s presence. 

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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ꒰ seeing if jj melts into the kiss … ꒱

. ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊. ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊

“hands up,” you perk, smiling wider then jj’s ever seen. you can’t help it, you’d just seen a tiktok pretty much about checking how long it takes for your boyfriend to crack when you kiss him, and you’ve got to test it out on your own. you’ve got an on going theory: the boy who’s captured your heart in every way possible, and who also has the personality of a golden retriever puppy, is probably going to latch onto you the second your lips meet his.

why not test it out? no harm in it, right?

“why’re we recordin’?” he asks, his brows scrunched together as he faces where you’d proped your phone up against a beer can you’d taken out of the fridge. out of all the things to use beer, phone propping up business has to be one of the worst. he’s seemingly not interested at all in your directions, his ring-clad fingers scratching the back of his neck while trying to understand what the point of your phone is at all. genuinely, he’s staring down at the thing like it owes him money or something.

“c’mon! hands up, jj!” you whine, using your own hands to straighten and pull up his arms — well more like encourage his arms, his biceps are simply just a bit too much for your daintier fingers to make a real affect on. but the gentle desperation in your voice causes him to whip around, entirely focused on the subtle frustration playing on your face — some strands of sun-damaged blonde falling in front of ocean-blue eyes in the process, but honestly he looks somehow hotter.

“aight aight, my bad princess,” he snickers, seemingly amused by the small pout playing on your lips. he stares down at you with literal love hearts in his eyes, following your instructions and lifting up his muscular arms by the side of his body. “they’re up.”

you smile — finally, he’s co-operating — and tilt your head to the side, almost challenging him to rage-bait you again. you take a beat, building up both that interest and mystery between you both, before snaking your hands to gently cup around his face. your fingers splay over the smooth yet stumbled skin around his cheeks, keeping him locked in place as you lift yourself up on your tip toes.

your mere centimetres away from his lips touching yours when the blonde clocks what’s happening, his eyes going wide and his brows shooting up instinctively — out of all the possibilities, he hadn’t been expecting a kiss to be the reason why you wanted his arms to be raised. funny how things work out, right?

thats when your lips lock with his, your chest pressing itself against his as you ache to get closer. he’s instantly kissing yours feverishly back, humming gently into your mouth at the sensation of everything, going for some softer kisses before giving up on his gentlemanly duties and straight up slipping his tongue fervently into your mouth. it’s as if he hasn’t kissed you in twenty five years, after a long and painful war he was forced to draft into, the way he’s kissing you.

let me tell you, he lasts less then fifteen seconds before his arms are moving down your body: one of his hands slide across your waist, finding shelter in the dip, while his other unceremoniously starts squeezing at your ass — any excuse to grope you, huh? he palms and presses at every inch of your body, desperate to feel every inch of you properly, stumbling slightly backwards with how much he’s yearning to worship you. genuinely, however rough or desperate his actions may be, they’re still always loaded with that reverence you can never quite understand,

his breath’s hot over your skin every beat you have to part. it’s not often, and the blonde dives right back down, but even when your not intertwining lips, teeth, and tongue, every aspect of the kiss seems to be perfect — if you can even call it a kiss anymore; heavy makeout session might be more fitting.

he gets lost in the feeling of you, in the scent of you. every beat with your lips connected feels like a window into heaven, and he’s honestly wishing you could just stay like this forever — oxygen isn’t that important, is it? you’re feeling vise vera, wishing you could stay wrapped up in the combination of weed, dried seawater, cheap cologne and his tongue for the rest of eternity. honestly, oxygen really isn’t that necessary.

“fuckin’ shitballs— princess, i cant think anymore. what’s my name again?” he mutters against your lips, swallowing once as he pants his way back to lungs full of oxygen. he’s breathing like he’s just ran a marathon, even if his hands keep pressing themselves into your side and ass. his forehead rests against yours, taking in your intoxicating scent as his eyes flutter back open.

“you shoulda told me we were doin’ that; my hands woulda been up instantly. are we gonna do it again? sugar, my arms are already up, lemmie have another taste.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝

˓ ✶ Working as his family’s live-in maid prompts Rafe to make your life hell once he discovers who you’re dating.

𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ꣖ 𝟏.𝟒𝒌 words, ↷ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 ﹕ rafe’s pov, adult language, power imbalance, slight description of an inappropriate thought or two had by rafe, undertones of sadism if you squint, jealousy, brief mention of jj x reader, slightly possessive!rafe.

𝓦hen Ward first told Rafe they’d be getting a live-in maid, he was livid. He didn’t want some old stranger who probably lived through both world wars having any access to his private things. He thought this new addition was nothing more than an inconvenience, and now he’d have to start better hiding his coke stash. Just fantastic.

But that opinion quickly changed the minute he first laid eyes on you.

Ward introduced you to himself, Rose, Sarah, and Wheezie all at once. Like you were some new fucking member of the family.

You looked young, maybe around twenty or so. For that reason alone Rose looked at you with somewhat hostility. As if you were some pretty young thing that would try and seduce Ward to take her place and inherit the Cameron fortune. Sarah gave a welcoming smile, that same smile that made everyone on the island feel at ease with her. Wheezie didn’t look very interested. Not because of you, but rather because his fourteen year old sister was always glued to her phone these days. Not that Rafe ever cared.

You smiled softly then looked down again, as if you were nervous one wrong look would have you sent packing. He wondered why you were here, working as a maid for one of the richest families in the Outer Banks and not out living your life. You clearly weren’t in college, or else you wouldn’t have the time to work as a live-in maid. Unless you were taking night classes. But no, judging by your clothes, you probably couldn’t afford it.

In any other circumstance Rafe would’ve hated the idea of a pogue even stepping foot in his home. However the fact that you were not only inside, but planning to live in one of the spare rooms for the foreseeable future, didn’t irritate him at all.

No, it excited him. Like a kid receiving a new toy for good behavior. Not that anything Rafe did was ever considered ‘good behavior’ in his father’s eyes.

The first week he watched you from the shadows. Watched the way your knees were red and raw because of the amount of time you spent scrubbing the tiles. Watched how you bent over the counter to get a stubborn stain out, and his creep self wondered what that sight would look like if you were in one of those sexy french maid costumes. Like the ones that were in the magazines under his bed. He watched how you didn’t talk unless spoken to. He guessed it made sense, talking wasn’t in your job description. Even as Sarah kept trying to initiate a conversation with you, your responses were always dry. Not in a mean or condescending way, just… dry. As if you wanted it to seem you had no life outside of this job.

Obviously, Rafe didn’t believe that. You were gorgeous, possessing the kind of natural beauty that didn’t require any makeup or fancy clothes or expensive spa appointments. So he did some digging (what Topper or another one of his idiot friends called stalking) and found your instagram. You barely had any posts, nothing that interested him too much anyway. Except for your most recent one.

A picture of you and that pogue piece of shit JJ motherfucking Maybank smiling cheek to cheek like some goddamn romantic cliche.

At first he thought he was imagining it. There was no way you hung out with the pogues. Well, technically you were one, but still. You seemed too shy to get into the kind of trouble that they did. But sure enough he checked your following list— Kie, Pope, John B, and even his sister’s name all popped up. What a fucking joke.

He asked Sarah about it, and in return she gave him a weird look, presumably for his online stalking habits. She said she didn’t even know you were dating JJ up until a few days ago when JJ finally introduced you, and you two laughed at the irony of the situation, only getting hired by her dad a few days earlier. Rafe wanted to pry more, ask how you and JJ met or how long you had been seeing each other, but he chose to keep his mouth shut. He knew that would only make Sarah suspicious, and you didn’t need to find out how consumed he was by the little details in your life. Not yet at least.

By the second week of your employment at tannyhill, Rafe started his torment. It began with ‘accidentally’ spilling drinks and ordering you to clean it up. Then he started pushing you around, snapping his fingers and making a ‘tsk’ noise as if you were a disobedient dog on a leash. His leash. You were annoyed, but you were very good at hiding it. Rafe didn’t like that.

The third week he had his friends over and the house to himself, which quickly turned into a party consisting of half of Figure 8 as guests. He made you serve the party, all the while kooks were humiliating you left and right simply because of your social status. They did things on purpose to make you get on your hands and knees in front of them, as if it mirrored your place in their world. Yet you didn’t crack the entire night. Rafe was initially shocked it didn’t get to you, but those thoughts quickly faded the next day when Ward called him into his office to give him hell.

So you told on him. Ward wouldn’t admit it, but Rafe knew it was the only thing that could’ve happened. You were clearly pissed at how he and his friends treated you, and this was your way of getting back at him. For a moment he thought it was cute. Sexy even. But then he pictured you laughing about it with JJ, and anger replaced all other previous emotions.

So the fourth week, he broke some very expensive china of Ward’s. The first valuable assets that his father bought after he accumulated his wealth. Ward was always talking about the story, along with some other sentimental bullshit that Rafe never cared to listen to. All he knew was that his father would be deeply upset if anything happened to it.

When you walked in the kitchen and opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, Rafe was yelling. Ward quickly came down, asking what all the noise was about. Rafe didn’t let you get so much as a squeak out. He told Ward some fable about how he came down and you had carelessly broken the china because you were too busy, in his words, flirting with your boyfriend on your phone.

You tried to shake your head, but Ward was already yelling.

It was the first time Ward had ever yelled at you. He was always so calm and understanding with you, but now? He was livid.

Your lower lip trembled, and it was clear as day that you were holding back tears. At one point you almost flinched as if Ward was gonna hit you, and that was when he finally stopped yelling.

“It’s coming out of your paycheck” is all the older man said before storming off, leaving you to clean up the mess.

Rafe was satisfied at seeing the broken look on your face. But not quite satisfied enough.

As you were about to bend down and pick up some of the shards of porcelain he swiftly grabbed your chin, tight enough to bruise. He then leaned in, his lips touching your ear as he told you much worse would happen if you ever tried to sell him out to his dad again.

All you did, all you could do, was nod. After a few seconds went by he let finally go.

The eighth week you were his perfectly submissive personal servant. He had only grown bolder following the incident a month ago. He started going through your phone while you were busy vacuuming, noting times when you were planning to hang out with JJ. Then he’d conveniently have more things you needed to do at the house, so that you barely got to spend time with your boyfriend. Or any of your friends for that matter. And it was exactly that moment when Rafe decided you were his. Even if you didn’t realize it yet.

You were Rafe Cameron’s property. And he didn’t share.

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