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Hi Sonny dear!!!โจ would you consider writing a sweet pogue reader and a super mean Rafe!!!๐ he could be the meanest meanie that ever was! Like he can make reader go into tears in seconds ๐ญ! Plus you are such a sweetheart ๐คญ
hi lovely bestie !! and yes I would ๐ me thinksโฆ (tw stepcest)
pogue!reader is a lil crybaby, super sensitive and sweet, as shy as they come ๐ฃ youโve never known your mother, so you were more than surprised when she married Ward and wanted to reconnect with you. Long story short, you, Sarah and Wheezy have grown close since reconnecting with your mother. All that time at Tanneyhill gave you a glimpse into the Kook life, the immense wealth and comfort, but it also put you in the same place as Rafe. You live with your father on The Cut for most of the year, and regardless of how much you try to fit into the Kook life whenever visiting your mother, youโll never be like them, Rafe has drilled that into your head.
Heโs absolutely terrible, your worst nightmares personified. He has tormented you and, on a few occasions, has made you run out of the house in tears. He isnโt afraid to cut deep into your delicate little heartโthatโs why Sarah refuses to leave you two alone together. But try as she might, Rafe will always find a way to corner you:
โWhat? You donโt wanna say hi to your big brother?โ He cocks his head, wearing that stupid grin as you try to push him away, his tall and broad statue barely sways. โDid you forget your manners?โ
You gulp, tears already welling in your eyes. He looms over you threateningly, daring you to snap at him, or raise your hand at him (which youโve only done once after you had a bit of liquid courage).
His hand reaches for you face, those long fingers tracing down your heated cheeks to your neck. โYou remember what happened the last time you ignored me?โ
How could you forget?
His touch was burned into your skin, his filthy words seared into the walls of your skull like a cruel mockery of how pathetically weak you are. Worst of all, you didnโt hate how good he made you feel. Even to this day, you havenโt touched that spot inside you, or tasted another man since.
โHave you been getting my packages?โ
โY-Yesโฆโ
โThen why havenโt you called me back?โ His fingers pinch your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. โThat was the deal, wasnโt it? I keep my mouth shut about what a little whore you are, and you do what I say.โ
Your thighs clench and a sinking feeling fills your stomach. Youโre almost certain you wonโt be joining Sarah and the rest of the Pogues tonight, and itโs all because of the sick man in front of you. Tears stream down your cheeks, you feel helpless, not only to Rafe, but to your own confusing desires.
โCrying already? Iโve barely touched you, sweetheart.โ He murmurs, peeking down the hall before pulling you towards his bedroom. You try to resist, but he just yanks harder, making you wince. โIโve missed you, little sis, weโve got a lot of catching up to do.โ
even better, the videos heโd post of you sitting in his lap and grinding on his bulge with his hand in between your thighs as you rut your clothed cunt against his hand ๐ซ ๐ซ ๐ซ
๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ itโs a cute lil study session scenario, a half-assed idea he came up with for his new weekly video: โcute girlfriend makes a big messโ
Rafe loves holding you and feeling your warmth through your panties. He traces up and down your folds, distracting you like the tease he is (playing his cam-role as the cheeky boyfriend). It isnโt long until youโre whimpering on his lap, holding his wrist as he guides your ass over his bulge. โAtta girl, keep using daddyโs handโฆ Grind that little cunt for me.โ And when you get a lil dumb and canโt move on your ownโฆ he spanks your pussy over your wet panties ๐ณ
๐/๐ก | and here we go !! this is my first obx series, so pls wish me luck, also note that this is a college au, meaning all characters are 21+. this will be angst-free, just a fluffy fic about two friends falling in love, starring a charming blond surfer. i'd love to hear your thoughts about this so far. as always, all mistakes are my own. โผย ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐จ-๐๐ขย โผ
The rays of the sun beam down, burning your heated face as you exit the building. Hurriedly stuffing your uniform in your bag, you rush down the stairs and toward the main campus. You weave between students, nearly tripping while anxiously checking the time on your phone.ย
A few minutes late wasnโt that bad. You didnโt expect your professor to take the entire period given that it was the last day before spring break. It wouldโve been more bearable if you had any friends in that class, but none of them showed. Perhaps you shouldโve done the same and got a headstart on break too, or at least a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months.ย
Approaching the common area, the familiar sound of the fountain meets your ears amongst the chatter and laughter from your peers.ย
Your eyes fall on a familiar blond, a toothpick between his teeth as he mindlessly scrolls through his cell phone. He stands out amongst the sea of plaid skirts, ties and blazers, wearing a backwards cap, cargo shorts and a tank top, his toned arms as sunkissed as ever. You call his name and break into a skip.
โIf it isnโt the smartest gal I knowโฆโ You melt in his hold, that signature coastal citrusy scent washing over you like waves on a shore. After one final squeeze, he pulls away, his blue eyes flickering down to your feet. โAnd she still doesnโt remember to tie her damn shoes.โ
โI was already running late, I couldnโt stop!โย
He rolls his eyes and drops to one knee, bringing your foot to the other, โyeah, and what wouldโve happened if you tripped? Or got stuck in an escalator? Or tangled in some wild vines?โ He asks, quickly tying both your laces.ย
โToo late for one of thoseโฆโ You pull up the hem of your dress, exposing the mismatched bandaids on both your knees.ย
โDid you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?โ
You huff, โactually, I got it while golfing. The tall grass is really misleading.โย
Your mother had scolded you for the grass stains on your new shoes, yet another pair just victim to your clumsiness, much like everything else you own.ย
As expected, JJโs mood sours at the mention of Figure 8. Years after that kegger incident, JJ was still very bitter towards anything Kook-related. He didnโt want to hear about Rafe and his crew and almost turned red at the mere mention of their names. He tolerated you, Sarah and Kie talking about Midsummers, and was absolutely zero help when you were discussing dresses and crowns.ย
โWho was there?โ
โJust my dad, Sarah and Mr. Cameron.โย
JJ hums, peering up at you through his lashes. โAnyone else?โ
You cross your arms, โRafe never comes if thatโs what youโre asking. Heโs too busy working for his dad, and is probably halfway across the world, sipping on Dom Pรฉrignon by the beach.โย
โYeah, I guess itโs not like he asked you to join himโฆ again.โ
A loud sigh falls from your lips, โThat was one time! And he didnโt even ask, Mr. Cameron wanted me to check on him and make sure he wasnโt blowing profits on new bikes or drugs.โย
JJ drops it after that, he could say anything he wanted but that wouldnโt impact your relationship with the Camerons. Since your parents owned and operated the Island Club, and rich people liked other rich people.ย
Your entire childhood was spent on Figure 8 alongside Sarah and the rest of the Kooks. You were grateful to live so comfortably, never having to worry about bills or losing electricity for days on end, but youโve always envied the Pogues. Their freedom and exciting adventures were so different from the lonely box you were born in.ย
With years of friendship between you and the rest of the Pogues, your mother still referred to them as โthose kids from The Cut.โย
Your father, on the other hand, had a soft spot for themโespecially JJ because of their shared love for cars and motorbikes. There have been a few times that youโve caught them messing around in the garage after JJ left for more snacks and drinks, practically abandoning you all by the pool for some grease and engines.ย
Although he liked the blond boy, you know your father would disapprove of the many nights heโs sneaked through your window for a little sleepover. You were used to it now, sharing a bed with your best friend was a regular occurrence. It was platonic, even when youโd wake up in each otherโs arms, tucked close.ย
JJโs morning voice never failed to make you all fuzzy inside.ย
โHello? Are you gonna get on or does the princess need help?โย
Ignoring his remark, you quickly straddle his bike and wince at the dull pain in your thigh, โI also got a nasty bruise that dayโnote to self, never try to retrieve golf balls from deceitful tall grass again.โย
He chuckles and twists around, โpoor baby, want me to kiss it better?โย
As if the sun had solely focused on you, your whole body heats up, a warmth fluttering in your belly as your mind searches for a response.ย
โI-I, uhmโฆoh, Iโโ
JJ laughs loud with a dimpled grin, โWhy donโt you think about it and tell me later? Weโre already running late and you know how Pope is with that.โ
The Wreck is busy this time of day, every seat filled with college students and Tourons as waiters zoom from table to table. The delicious smell of seafood clouds the air and loud conversations drown out the radio. Sunshine pours from the windows, bathing the nautical decorations in an orange glow. Fishnets, brass ship wheels, and various hand-painted signs hang on the walls, strung up alongside fairy lights and ceiling fans.ย
You and JJ beeline for your designated spot, the booth all the way in the corner of the restaurant. As suspected, everyone is already there apart from Kie, you side in next to Pope and exchange gleeful greetings.ย
โAnd she lives! After that tumble at the golf course, Iโm surprised you donโt have a cast or something.โ Sarah snorts, the memory of you literally disappearing in the grass replaying in her head. โHowโd your mom take it?โ
You pout, โShe was more concerned with my dirty clothes than my injuries,โ and your bruised ego, โcan you believe it?โย
Youโre met with mumbles of โyesโ and โof course,โ everyone awfully aware of your motherโs obsession with the picture-perfect image. If she had it her way, she would dress you every day to show off that Kook status, sheโd put you in pastel prints, ironed polos, and hand-shined shoes. A part of you knows that the only thing stopping her from dressing you like a doll was your clumsiness, a saving grace disguised as aches and bandaids.ย
Her overbearing nature was also to blame for your timid heart, sometimes you were too scared to do any wrong that you wouldnโt do anything at all. Looming fear kept you in that box of solitude, unfulfilled expectations and thrills made you shrink away. As a child, you never had the confidence to speak up and often went with whatever your mother said, but that was until you met the Pogues. They helped you get out of your shell and introduced you to new experiences, they were the most patient and caring people youโve met, and you wouldnโt trade their friendship for the world.ย
Out of the corner of your eye, Sarah and John B exchange a few chaste kisses. You immediately turn away, jumping into a conversation about Kieโs whereabouts with Pope.ย
โHer dad needed a hand, hopefully, sheโll be back with our food soon.โ He answers and slides a glass in front of you, โshe got this for you.โย
It was your favourite smoothie flavour. You donโt waste any time and take a long sip, the sweet berries melting on your tongue, a momentary distraction from feeling so different from your friends.ย
Under your motherโs watchful eye, you never dared to step out of line and that has led you to being terribly inexperienced in everything dating-related. While your friends were partying and earning their stripes, you were watching from the sidelines and fumbling every opportunity that came your way. You tried to forget all those people who have pursued you, their texts unanswered and calls ignored.ย
You shake away those thoughts, โDid any of you have class today?โย
Sarah flips her blond hair over her shoulder, โAll my uniforms were in the wash, so it really wasnโt my fault. If private universities didnโt have mandatory uniformsโฆ I still probably wouldnโt have gone.โย
You and Sarah went to the same campus, but your schedules were far different. You could barely remember your own, let alone keep track of hers too.ย
Your gaze slowly shifts from each of their faces, โeven you, Pope?โ
โIn my defence, Iโm way ahead in all my courses, I could afford to miss a day.โย
โHmmโฆ And does your dad know?โ You tut, tilting your head.ย
He stares back at you, โDoes your dad know you let Sarah and John B spend their anniversary in the country club after hours?โ
Across the table, Sarahโs jaw drops. โYou said you wouldnโt tell anyone!โย
โI didnโt! Only you and he know.โ You point to her boyfriend who was blinking owlishly.ย
John B raises his hands, going rigid under his girlfriendโs glare. โI only told JJ.โ
All eyes land on the blond, a paper crane napkin in his hands. โHm? Oh yeah, I told Pope and Kie.โย
โNo secrets between Pogues.โ They both high-five over your head.ย
You deflate, covering your face. โDonโt tell anyone else, okay? I donโt want to accidentally start some under-the-table business renting the clubโฆ My mom would kill me.โย
JJ coos, rubbing up and down your back. โHey, itโs no different than Sarah lending Wardโs yacht to Pope when he wanted to impress that Touronโฆโ He shrieks when a hand slaps the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground.
โIdiot! No one knew about that!โ
โI think we can all agree that JJ is just terrible at keeping secrets. Canโt trust him with anything.โย
You giggle and sip on your smoothie, half-listening to John Bโs rant about some customers at the surf shop. JJ sticks a straw in your cup and drinks too, cheekily bumping your foreheads together, his pretty blue eyes locked onto yours.ย
You find it hard to turn away, your gaze drifting over his face. From his strong nose to his cheekbones carrying a slight sunburn to his defined jaw. He flashes a grin, those stupid dimples making you a little flustered.ย
JJ was a natural flirt, he could make anyone swoon, he showered his friends in platonic love and affectionโhugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it and heโs done it to each of you. Heโs dated around the island but those relationships never lasted long enough to get serious, and theyโve never been introduced to your group either.ย
Youโve always wondered what he was like as a boyfriend, if he was as sweet with his partners as he was with all of you, if that tenderness bled into all his actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve in the most admirable of ways, although he was hotheaded and troubled, youโve always felt safe with him.ย
You pull away, squeezing your eyes shut, โagh! Brain freeze!โย
He snorts, bringing you forward for a sloppy kiss on your forehead, his cold lips against your warm skin. โMaybe you shouldnโt drink so quickly, ya dummy.โย
Kie finally joins the rest of you a while later, bringing trays of fresh food and more drinks before sitting beside John B. Her long brown hair is up in a bun, loose strands frame her face, โJust letting you all know, I expect a mighty fine tip today and everyone is helping me clean up after closing.โย ย
โMight as well take my kidney while youโre at it.โ JJ speaks through a mouthful of fries, โweโre supposed to relax today.โ
โAnd I donโt feel like getting elbow-deep in dirty dishes if Iโm not being paid for it,โ John B adds.ย
โThese free meals say different. Cโmon, my dad promised heโd try not to disturb me this week if we get this place spotless for spring break.โ She looks at you, brown eyes pleading, โIโll get you a smoothie to go.โ
โI meanโฆ itโs a small price to pay for a week of freedom, right?โ
โNot guaranteed freedom.โ
JJ leans towards you, โdonโt say yes.โย
โThereโs six of us, we could get it done in one hour or even less if we work fast!โย
โI guess thatโs true.โ You agree, despite JJโs protests.ย
โSunshine, noโif you stay, Iโm gonna have to stay too.โย
Kie calls your name, reaching over to physically turn you towards her. โDonโt look at him. If you stay, heโll stay, same goes for Sarah and John B, and wellโฆ Pope will stay regardless because he doesnโt have a choice.โย
Pope pulls a face, โexcuse me?โ
Truthfully, you were going to stay anyway, but it does make you a little bashful knowing that JJ wouldnโt leave without you.ย
โOkay, Iโll stay.โ
โSame here.โ Sarah decides, earning a huff from her boyfriend, โAnd just for your attitudes, the guys have to clean the deep fryers.โ
โIncluding Pope.โย
โI didnโt even say anything!โย
After thoroughly cleaning The Wreck, the night concludes with a movie marathon at the Chateau. Pope keeps his streak of picking the best movies and chooses a trilogy you havenโt seen before. Bowls of snacks and beer cans litter the floor, and a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. Sarah and John B share one couch, and Kie and Pope are sprawled on the floor atop cushions and blankets, while you and JJ are tucked into the smallest couch, your legs over his lap.ย
As the opening credits roll on the screen, everyone takes the opportunity to do more catching up. Kie talks about cleaning up some beaches with other volunteers and her most recent trip off the island, a small project with a group of marine wildlife rescuers. She even shows a bunch of pictures of her with baby turtles.ย
John B and JJ talk about their co-owned surf shop, โWe caved and hired extra help.โ
โFinally!โ Kie exclaims, โIf you and JJ were running that shop alone any longer, it would go bankrupt, youโre both so fucking lazy.โ
โHey, Iโm a great employee. I just got employee of the month actually.โ JJ defends.ย
โYou shouldnโt be proud of that if itโs only you two. You literally just vote for each other every month,โ Sarah states knowingly.ย
You, Sarah and Pope donโt have much to say about your college careers, except for the lack of sleep and dependence on caffeine. Itโs not very exciting, but Popeโs story about his professor who only attends class in socks makes you a little thankful for your overly strict school.ย
The marathon goes on, and the conversation dies down by the end of the second movie. Someoneโs soft snoring flows over the steamy soundtrack and for the umpteenth time tonight, you look away as the two leads share a passionate kiss. At least it wasnโt another sex scene.ย
As your best friend, JJ could read you like a book. He knew you from the inside out, he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it, and he knew all of those humiliating secrets that kept you up at night. One of them being your lack of experience. When you confessed that, he told you it wasnโt something to be ashamed of, everyone moves at different paces and lives different livesโbut kissing?
โYouโve never been kissed?โย
You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. โYou donโt have to say it like that!โย
โIโm notโIโm not teasing.โ His smile says differently. He easily pulls your hands down, holding them in his lap, โitโs just not what I was expecting.โย
He generally knew you werenโt the most experienced in intimacy and relationships, and thatโs partly why he was so protective of you. Even at crowded parties and in his drunken state, heโd keep an eye on you, watching out for any creeps. Unbeknownst to you, it was an unspoken rule between the Pogues to treat you a little softer, a little sweeter because they all know how sensitive you were.ย
But he figured youโve kissed someone before. Maybe some lucky kid from Figure 8 or a dude from your private school.ย
โI know, I know. You probably find it so funny.โ You huff and roll your eyes, โlaugh all you want, jerk.โ
And to your chagrin, he does but quickly apologizes. โSorry, sorry. Okay, maybe itโs a little funny. But not in a bad way! Itโs actually cute.โ
Cute?ย
โItโs adorable.โ He cups your face, โitty bitty baby hasnโt had her first kissโฆ not even with that poster in your bedroom?โ
Your chest warms as he pinches and pulls both of your cheeks, puckering your lips when you try to speak, โ...posh-ers donโt haโ tongues.โย
โOh, so you wanna French kiss for your first time? Didnโt think you were that type of girl, sunshine.โ
You push him back and try to scoot away, making do with whatever sliver of space you can manage between the two of you, but he doesnโt let you get far. Keeping you in place with his hands on your hips.ย
โYouโre telling me, aside from no one taking you on a date before, no one has asked to kiss you either?โ
โJJ, you know my parents. My mom is so hard to please, I canโt imagine bringing someone home for her approval. And I had opportunities butโฆ I kept getting too nervous.โย
Heโs quiet for a moment, his gaze tracing over your face. You hadnโt realized how close he was until now, you could count his every eyelash and his every freckle.ย
โI could help you out.โย
A lump appears in your throat, it would silence your words if you could think of any but you canโt. Too caught up in his deep voice as it repeats in your head, again and again like a broken record.
โYou trust me, right? You know me, Iโm notโIโm not some guy you just met. Not that thereโs anything wrong with that. If you wanted to, uh, kiss someone you just met, go ahead.โ He reassures, โbut I donโt think you want to do that.โย
JJ was so awfully sentimental when it came to his friendships. His several shoe boxes of polaroids, tickets and trinkets under his bed said enough about his love for nostalgia. He was always one to take a chance, to live in a moment for as long as he could, and to find the positives in any situation, even the worst ones.ย
Years down the line, he never leaves the house without the silver zippo that you got him on a trip with your parents. It was easy to find something for each of your friends from your weeks-long stay in Europe: jewelry for Sarah and Kie, a first edition copy of a novel for Pope, and a vintage compass for John B, but you were stumped when it came to JJ.ย
You saved his gift for last, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, the mess of your celebratory return littering the backyard in empty beer bottles and confetti. He bugged you all night, eager for his special little something.ย ย
โDonโt open your eyes.โย
โ...Mhm, Iโm having trouble keeping โem open.โ
You placed the zippo in his hand and stepped back, โOkay, just feel it.โ
He passed it between his hands, dragging his fingers over the cold metal until he popped it open, โa lighter?โ
You nearly turned away when your nerves started bubbling and youโre thankful you didnโt, or else you wouldโve missed his reaction. To this day, youโve never seen him smile so wide or his eyes light up that bright at the sight of his initials and P4L ingrained in the silver.ย
Heโs just JJ, one of your best friends in the entire world.ย
Deciding to take this opportunity before it slips away, you nod and his lips meet yours. He starts with little pecks, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and they slowly drag into short kisses. Putting a bit of intensity behind it, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, but you donโt get the hint until he gently thumbs at your chin, just barely pulling your lips apart. He tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look.ย
Heโs slow and steady, letting you get used to the feel of him. You exhale in his mouth and shyly follow his lead, hoping he canโt hear your heart hammering in your chest. You donโt know if itโs the sweet rush of his lips against yours, or if this is how it feels to kiss someone for the first time, but you feel like youโll float away.ย
Before you know it, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.ย
โYou can breathe while we kiss.โ He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, โdonโt want you passing out on me, sunshine.โย
You realize how lightheaded you feel and gasp for air, subconsciously licking your lips to taste him again. In a daze, you breathe in and out, briefly wondering if it felt like this to kiss just anyone.ย
One of his hands slips behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. โDo you want to stop?โย
You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. โNo?โ
โAre you asking me or telling me?โ
โNo.โ You repeat, firmer this time. โI donโt want to stop. Pl-Please donโt stop.โย
How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over and be the first person to make you into a pretty mess, to feel you in a way no one else has before. He connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.ย
The unmistakable wet noises cause tingles to course all over your body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers clasped in your lap. They only get stronger when he tilts your head to kiss you deeper.
โYou can touch me too,โ he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your digits automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.ย
Thatโs when you go completely dumb and totally thoughtless. All concerns fly out of your mind and join the bluebirds above your head. Theyโre playing a little song to the beat of your heart, hitting every note and putting you at ease like a lovesick lullaby. You almost assume thatโs why you feel lightheaded again.
JJ leans back, his voice raspy, โyou keep forgetting to breathe, baby.โย
โIโm sorry,โ you exhale heavily, the butterflies in your tummy growing bigger as he caresses your face. โIโm not good at this yet.โ
His rough fingers drag down your cheekbones and trace your jaw, the pad of his thumb gently presses on your bottom lip, almost slipping inside your mouth. His eyes seem darker, the clear blue shaded in something you canโt name.ย
His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, โItโs okay, we have lots of time to practice. Iโm gonna teach you everything I know, sunshine.โย
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ok so i've been trying to come up with a mafia trope for this ask by the bestie @bimbofawn: now this isn't a full-blown mob fic, but it has a few elements
The Camerons have all the wealth, influence and success anyone can dream of. They come from a long lineage of fame and riches, now running the parent company of many subsidiaries with power all across the country. It's no surprise they're involved in a few shady businesses, yet it's all kept tightly under wraps.
As the heir to a vast dynasty, Rafe grew up under a lot of pressure to be the best in what he does, and his ego is proof of that. He's in the tabloids, the ivy league graduate by day and the wild bachelor by night, landing himself in more scandals than ass-kissing articles.
The Camerons are known for their prestige and (heavily manufactured) picture-perfect image. So Rafe's sleazy, immature behaviour just won't do. Although he's doing good with the shady side of the family business (bc ofc he's into violence and drug trafficking/manufacturing), he needs to do better with the public side. To give his son a motive for cleaning up his act, he gives him an ultimatum: lose it all and get disowned or settle down.
Now, he has a few months to find someone, but his ego won't let him settle for just anyone. The headlines aren't any comfort either: Pleasure Over Business: Is Rafe Cameron responsible for the fall of the Cameron dynasty?
This is very off-to-the-races coded: you drift into his sector on his friend's arm one night. He shrugs you off, expecting there to be a different girl the next time they go to the clubs (because there always is) but nope, you show up again and again.
Itโs hard for him to ignore someone so kindhearted and naturally alluring. He canโt look away from you sipping on the straw, your calm gaze locked on his, making him stumble over his words like a teenager with a crush. He dreams of you every time he falls asleep, your pretty face burned on the inside of his eyelids as if you belonged there.
But one night his friend shows up with a different girl.
"Her rates got too high, and my folks were getting suspicious so I had to let her go, unfortunately." He exhales, his arm around the other woman kissing up his neck.
Now, did he predict you were an escort? Not at all. It catches him off guard and he almost spits up his drink. "You paid her to date you?"
Topper glares, "you don't have to say it like that. We did more than just make appearances together if that's what you're asking. All consensual, of course, but you do have to pay extra for private um... sessions."
me senses... a sugar-baby proposition: "I'll take care of everything, all expenses, your rent, and an allowance on top of that. Anything you want you can have."
You're still apprehensive, you've taken clients who've heard of you from word of mouth before, but this was new. They were best friends who routinely saw each other, you'd hate to stir the pot. "Won't it be weird?"
"You with Top was just business and so is what I'm offering." Perhaps that was a little white lie, but you didn't need to know that. "No harm, no foul. In my hands, you could live better than this."
"I like my home." You mutter, hugging a pillow to your chest, it was one of the many mismatched cushions that littered your old couch. "I worked hard to get it this way."
He nudges the wobbly table by the door, the picture frames rattling on the surface. "For thousands of dollars a night, I would've expected some sense of luxury, or a stove with actual knobs." He says and quirks a brow, "where'd all that money go?"
"Oh... I had to give my boss his cut."
"How much is that?"
"80 percent." You admit, ducking away when Rafe frowns, "I know, I know... It wasn't my fault, my daddyโ" Your voice cracks, "My daddy got involved with a bad man after he gambled away all our savings and my college fund. And he still couldn't stop after my mama left. I had toโI had to help somehow."
You still remember returning from campus to see him bruised and battered on the living room floor, crying for your mother who was halfway across the world, now a happily divorced woman. The memory brings tears to your eyes and they stream down your cheeks.
Rafe bites his tongue, rethinking his decision to show up here in the first place. Your unlucky life only made you more perfect, and as terrible as it sounded, he knows he won't find anyone more fitting for his circumstances.
He refused to leave until you agreed.
"What's his name?"
You don't hear him over your sniffles and rub your nose into your pillow, "huh?"
He crouches by your feet, placing a hand on your thigh. "What's the big bad man's name, sweetie?"
"WhyโWhy are you asking..."
The blue in his eyes seems darker, but it could just be the dim lightbulbs you havenโt changed yet. He blinks up at you with thick lashes, a slow smile crawling onto his face.
"I'm going to prove to you that when you're with me, you've got nothing to worry about."
And the next night, he shows up at your door with a fresh bouquet of flowers and bruised knuckles. You donโt get one word out before drops a heavy duffel bag on the floor, โhereโs the money you deserve for your work, and extra for your troubles.โ
You glance at the bag and then his face, your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. โWhatโWhat did you do?โ
He smiles, cocking his head to the side. โNothing you have to worry about, sweetheart.โ He says, wiping toothpaste from the corner of your lip. โNow, are you going to invite me in?โ
Rafe is very possessive, he doesnโt care that you dated/slept with his friend because you belong to him now. He buys you a gold necklace with his initial on it, parades you around the city for all the nosy paps to see, and brings you home to meet his family. And yes, you do get the gold seal of approval from his father.
well this is just a mash-up of different tropes ๐ซก fake relationship, sugar daddy and mob, with rafe's signature "you're mine" mindset. me has a few slutty and soft ideas for this au too hehe
omgggg shy reader like wtf ๐ฅต๐ฅต๐ฅต๐ฅต what about jj making you bite one of your plushies to keep quiet ๐ซ
get out of my head bc I was thinking the same thing:
Heโs so mean about it too, โawh, is it too much, baby? Because youโre crying like it is.โ
โT-Too big, daddy.โ Is your muffled reply, teeth clenched around the plushie.
โDaddyโs too big for your pretty cunt?โ He asks over the squeaking of your bed. โBut youโre doing so good, mouse, taking me balls deep, and dripping all over me. I think you like how much bigger I am than you.โ
Heโs right, heโs so fucking right. You try to nod your head, but fall back into the plushie when he hits deep, his heavy sack flush against your wetness. Your thighs tremble, elbows going weak as the rest of your body collapses on the mattress. You get louder and he doesnโt stop, he loves the risk, he loves the thought of fucking you stupid in your cute bed with your parents just down the hall. At least he was kind enough to put a pillow between the headboard and the wall to silence the unmistakable thumping.
He turns your head, messily kissing up the side of your teary face. โLook at yourself, baby,โ you weโre biting so hard on that poor stuffie, โso fucking dumb you canโt remember your own name. And you know what? Youโve never looked prettier.โ
Iโm just thinking about how JJ would cum in your panties and make you wear them the rest of the day
this is so ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ:
JJ loves the thought of you being covered in him. He loves coming on you, your pretty face (that only gets prettier when itโs covered in his seed), your used holes, or your tummy. He thinks of it as claiming you in the dirtiest and most intimate way. It was his idea to take things one step further: โJust for today, baby. I wonโt ask for anything ever again.โ You knew that was a damn lie. โDonโt you wanna feel me for the day?โ
He whole body erupts in shudders, ragged breaths fluttering from his raw bitten lips as he fists his length, aiming in the gusset of your panties. When his high topples over, he braces himself on the wall with a groan. His head falls into the crook of your neck as his cum spurts out against your mound. Itโs so warm and thick, your mouth waters. You feel it filthily dripping down your skin to your cotton pantiesโthereโs so much, youโll definitely feel him for the day.
โOh fuck, baby,โ he pants, repeating the pet name like a broken record. โBaby, baby, baby, I love you so fucking much.โ He messily kisses the side of your neck, his blond hair tickling your cheek. โAlways such a good girl for daddy, you make me fucking crazy.โ
me thinks this is perfect for camboy bf JJ x camgirl!reader โจthe hottest and sleaziest couple in OBXโจ
ur writing is so GOOD!! thoughts on jj and innocent reader
why thank you bestie, and yes I do !!
me thinksโฆ youโre new to Outer Banks, moving to town at the start of summer next to Kieโs house for the rest of your college career.
It doesnโt take long for your mother to drag you around the neighbourhood to introduce yourselves, which is a slight problem because youโre awfully shy. Soon, you find yourself standing at the Carreraโs driveway, watching their daughter hop on the back of a dirt bike and ride off as her parents call out in frustration.
That sparks an interest youโve never had before: spontaneity and deliberately disobeying your parents. Growing up, you never had many friends, and definitely nothing like Kieโs fun and rowdy group. Itโs almost inevitable that you fall in love with their friend group, watching from your bedroom window as she sneaks out time and time again, either getting on that same dirt bike with a handsome blond or in the back of a beat up van.
โSheโs watching you again.โ Pope murmurs, craning his neck to keep an eye on the glowing window. โThink sheโll tell your parents youโre sneaking out this time?โ
โWell she hasnโt yet, so I doubt it.โ Kie answers, settling into the free seat next to Sarah. โI feel badโฆ sheโs always alone. I can only say a handful of words to her before she runs off.โ
โYeah, her family came over for dinner last week and she barely said a word.โ Sarah adds. โYouโd honestly forget she was thereโฆโ
โRafe probably traumatized her.โ
โHe actually skipped, like usual.โ Sarah corrects, not bothering to defend her brother. โShe seems harmless, why donโt you invite her next time?โ
From the passenger seat, JJ groans, โAnother Kook? Donโt you think we have enough of those in our group already?โ
โOh please, sheโs nothing like a Kook. I bet sheโs clueless about the whole rivalry anyway.โ Kie insists, โI remember when I had no friends. Itโs hard enough putting yourself out there when youโre in a new town, I canโt imagine moving during the summer and spending it alone.โ
The rest of the group seems to agree, albeit out of sympathy, their hearts are in the right place. Well, almost everyone.
โIโm just saying, the last time we let a Kook in, I almost died every time I stepped foot on Figure 8.โ
โAnd whoโs fault was that?โ
โWhose brother is a crazy drug addict?โ
โWho pulled a gun on Topper?โ
โWho tried to drown John Bโโ
โAlright, shut up! Everyone, shut up!โ The brunet exclaims, slamming on the break, โnext time we hang out, Kie invites the shy girl. Objections?โ
โYesโโ
โNot from JJ.โ
The blond huffs and puts his feet up on the dashboard. Everyone else shakes their head, Kie and Sarah wearing matching grins, it would be nice to add another girl.
โThen itโs settled, weโll just see how it goes. It doesnโt hurt to be nice, JJ.โ
Oh and when JJ sees you the first time, heโs ready to be as unpleasant as he is with any other Kook. But how could he ignore the tray of freshly baked cookies you bring, or the case of his favourite beer that you sneakily bought on the way to the chateau, or your sundress that flutters in the wind?
He was expecting a lot of things today: to have to cool off with a joint after meeting you, or if it came to it, straight up leave early to get away from you. But he wasnโt expecting to eat his damn words.
โI made different flavours just in caseโฆ a-and theyโre peanut and gluten free too. And this.โ You struggle to set the case on the table and Pope helps to lift it up. โOh, thank you. Uhm, I never bought alcohol before, so I hope itโs a good one?โ
He takes a liking to you almost immediately, itโs a little embarrassing on his part, especially since he put up such a fight about letting you in. Soon enough, with only a handful of conversations under his belt, he starts expecting you at all their get togethers: โWhereโs mouse?โ โWhoโs mouse?โ He didnโt even know he started calling you that! You didnโt correct him when he said it to your face, in fact, you got all giggly when he did (and it was the cutest thing ever)
As for thots: fast forward to a party at the chateau
Heโs so sweet and nasty ๐ฃ kissing you with a hand on your cheek, the other sneaking under your bikini suit bottoms. He tastes like beer and those cupcakes you brought over (you always bring sweets), and your heart almost canโt handle having him this close.
โThis okay, mouse?โ He asks for the umpteenth time, as if he hadnโt pulled you into corners/closets for the past few weeks to kiss you. โIs thisโare you okay?โ
You grasp his wrist, helplessly rocking against his hand. โYes, yes, please donโt stop.โ
โFuck, is this all for me?โ He grunts, trailing his fingers up and down your soppy slit, โpoor girl, youโve been this wet all day. Keep going, grind yourself on my hand.โ
Also:
JJ sneaking into your bedroom through the window and mocking you for the millions of pillows and plushies on your bed. โHow do you even sleep on that?โ Then he proceeds to throw the poor stuffed animals around and punch their squishy faces.
And to make up for his hateful behaviour against your plushies, he has you ride his face: his hands on your hips as you fist his hair, your cries muffled by your panties. Your body has a mind of itโs own as you rock against his mouth, your juices smearing all over his face, practically drowning him in your essence. He doesnโt care one bit, alternating between suckling your swollen clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.
โKeep quiet, baby, canโt have your parents walking in on us, huh?โ His voice drops, wet lips peppering kisses along your inner thighs, โunless you want them to see what a dirty girl their daughter is and catch you grinding this messy cunt on my face?โ
there are so many mask options: the purge, the strangers, Jason and Michael Myers ๐น
A HALLOWEEN PARTY SHUTTTT UPPPPP Rafe would definitely dress up as the preppy blond guy from that first purge movie๐ต the mask!!!!!!! yesPLS
ORRRRRRRRR an 80s camp!counselor au where everyone brought a costume for a costume party (because it's october or wtv) and he's the creepy camp counselor that brought a Jason getup and won't stop following you around๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ
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OMG YES !!
Rafe and his friends all in matching purge costumes ๐๐ theyโre everywhere, no matter where you go, theyโre there. but in your drunk state, you canโt bring yourself to care and unknowingly dance with your stalker. It isnโt long until he drags you out of the house and around the back, the moonlight offering only a smidge of guidance.
He pushes you against the side of the house, his hands trailing up and down your body, his touch as hot as the summer air. Your protests die on your tongue when he drops to his knees, his mask falling to the floor as his head disappears under your dress.
โW-Wait!โ You squeal, jumping at the feel of his tongue against your panties, swiping up and down your clothed slit. โSomeone could see us!โ
He doesnโt falter, if anything, he gets more eager. He mouthes against your wet panties, sucking your swollen clit through the cotton and even prodding his tongue at your sopping hole.
You cry out with trembling knees, the pleasure only heightened by the risk. You donโt want to get caught, but you also donโt want him to stop.
You hiss when his teeth pierce your inner thighs, the pain quickly soothed by his warm lips as he hooks your panties to the side, licking one long stripe up your cunt.
His lips lock around your button, sucking harshly as if he wanted it to hurt and you convulse, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. A heat builds in your tummy as tingles rush through your nerves, and your eyes flutter shut when he slips a finger into your hole.
Heโs so messy and youโre so wet, you can hear the lewd noises over the booming bass inside the house. You canโt help but rock against his face, gripping his hair with one hand as you suck your fingers in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. Heโs making it harder with every swipe of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.
โGood girl, come all over my face. I wanna taste you for the rest of the night.โ
Damn, I guess I woke up slutty today ๐ซก
as for the camp counsellor auโฆ me thinking of a rivals with benefits trope, heโs from the kook camp across the lake and youโre on the pogue side, being forced to watch their overfunded camp get all the new toys and fancy resources. You act like you hate him (you do) but when the sun goes down and the other counsellors/campers are fast asleep, you find yourself bent over in the back of his truck, moans silenced by your own panties as he fucks you silly ๐ฉ โwish you could see yourself now, going dumb on my cockโthat attitude of yours would improve real quick.โ
๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)
๐ช๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ | friends-to-lovers, fluff, โlessons in love & pleasureโ trope, size difference, parties (drinking, weed), shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, dumbification, praise kink, size kink, ruined/corruption kink, specific warnings in each part.
๐ฆ๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ | After learning about your lack of experience in relationships and intimacy, JJ offers his expertise. Based on this drabble.
๐/๐ก | he's here, sweet bff!JJ has arrived !! i'm so excited to start my first JJ fic based on this post. this is going to be an angst-free story, just a lil something full of love, friendship and sunshine, things we all deserve. no gifs/photos belong to me, found the pics onย pinterest, all credits go to the original creators. all mistakes are my own. [smut=*] โผย ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐จ-๐๐ขย โผ
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Ok but like I could see JJ absolutely humiliating the reader while fucking her
are you in my head bc i've been thinking the same thing: i know jj is a softie but what if ๐ซฃ we take a drive down the heartbreaker road ??
mean!JJ: He's the kook's number one enemy, the local troublemaker, and always up to something with his progue friends. You know all about his mischief-streak, and truthfully, you're scared of him since he pulled that gun on Topper. He's the kind of guy your friends warn you about, but you don't have any friends apart from Rafe, Topper and Kelce. They're the same group you've clung to since childhood, and now you proudly wear the kook princess crown.
You're so happy in your carefree bubble, following them around like a little pet. Everyone knows you're strictly off limits because the kook prince has a thing for you. No one would dare to test him or even think about you in a certain way... well, everyone but JJ.
"Oh, look at that, your boyfriend is calling you." He snorts, glaring at Rafe's contact photo glowing on the screen, "he's gonna have to wait."
You pull off with a lewd pop, saliva coating your lips and smeared down your chin, "he's notโhe's not my boyfriend."
"That's not what everyone else thinks, and that's not what he's going around and saying either."
That catches you off guard, and your heart swells with hope as if you weren't on your knees blowing his enemy, "Rafe likes me?"
Oh, you were dumber than he thought.
"He's not gonna want you after this." JJ slips his ringed-fingers into your open mouth, prying your lips apart and spitting. The heavy dollop lands on your tongue and slides to the back of your throat. "You think he'll kiss you after sucking my cock? You think he'll even look at you knowing you fucked a dirty pogue?"
He sees the glee on your face transform to regret, your features melting into a sorrowful mess. If the music weren't so loud downstairs, he would surely hear your heart breaking.
With one hand, he jerks his length inches away from your face. His fist slides up the slick skin and he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the bathroom door.
"What's with the waterworks, baby?" He'd be lying if he said your tears didn't make him rock hard. It was your fault for being so pretty when you cry, how could he resist you when you look that good?
"I-I've liked Rafe for so long... I didn't know he liked me back." And now look at you. JJ was right, Rafe wouldn't speak to you ever again if he found out.
"What do you know, hm?" The blond chuckles, meanly slapping your cheeks with the tip of his cock. The messy trails of pre cum are only a mockery of your tears.
"JJ, waitโ" You try to turn away, but his foot slides between your thighs, the worn leather of his boot pressing up against your wet panties.
"Do you think they keep you around for your brains? Oh, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but you've got none."
There it is again, the delicate pout on your lips and that expression of pure despair. He wishes he could take a picture, and forever memorialize your misery. Maybe even send it to Rafe for his own sick entertainment.
JJ shifts his foot, grinding along your clothed core and rubbing your swollen clit. The cry you let out is not only from sadness but also pleasure.
Your mouth falls open in a moan and he takes the opportunity to slip back in, the bulbous head hits the back of your throat and slides deep. Your eyes shoot open and you quickly brace your hands on his hips, but it's no use. He pushes forward until his full sack hits your chin and groans loudly when your throat tightens.
"Atta girl, who knew the kook princess was a cockslut?" His tone drops and his hips build a pace, it's slow but thorough.
He's so thick, your lips burn at the corners as you struggle to take him from tip to base, again and again. Sloppy noises fill the bathroom, your choked moans silenced by the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth with every thrust.
"You wanna knowโfuck, something else, baby?" JJ grunts through clenched teeth with his palms on either side of your head, his thumbs digging into the tear-and-spit-covered flesh of your cheeks, "he likes you, but that ain't gonna stop him from fucking someone else tonight. So you should stop the weeping and do the same."
I just ๐ซ ๐ซ ๐ซ ๐ซ ๐ซ with camboy!rafe like sending the panties to the top tipper, smearing his cum and spit on her, tasting it together... maybe a little bulge play as a teaser I'm just not okay I need a minute
Everything you write it's toptoptoptop notch. ๐ซก๐ซก
he only agrees to send them if you give him a different pair that's just as messy ๐ตโ๐ซ he's so nasty, he'll eat you out after filling you up, only to spit it back into your mouth, "that's my girl, don't we taste good together?"
don't get me started on bulge-stuff: he posts a new video in pov style of you grinding against his clothed cock, his heavy breaths compliment your muffled whines. your skirt is flipped up, your white panties are nearly sheer with your juices, and there's a little wet spot visible on his pants. "Keep it slow, baby. That's itโfuck."
then he pulls back, getting a clear shot of the nearly empty movie theatre, the big projection screen providing enough light to see your filthy act. he hooks your panties to the side, getting a close-up of your bare cunt rubbing along his bulge, your needy core just begging for a few fingers. "You think you can stay quiet if I touch you here?" He whispers gently, dragging his digits over your puckered hole to your pussy, taking sick pleasure in the shudder of your hips. "This tight cunt is dripping all over me, I've gotta fill her up, sweet girl."
It often felt like the universe hated you or had some bitter vendetta against you because you don't know what you did to deserve this. You're standing on the porch of the most popular frat on campus with your backpack, rereading the guidelines from your professor about your project. You dreaded working in partners more than groups, at least then there was more of a chance of others carrying their weight.ย
You waited at the library for an hour before you got a text from your partner: I woke up late, do you wanna just come over instead? Libraries aren't for me.
You huffed in frustration and hurriedly packed your belongings. His blatant disregard confirmed that you'd have to do the whole project yourselfโand you almost went back home instead of the address that popped up on your phone, but you know your professor would be disappointed in you for not trying to work with Rafe.ย
A tall boy answers the door, half-dressed with a towel around his shoulders. "Hey, can I help you?"
"I'm here for Rafe," you say your name, fighting the urge to glance at his well-toned stomach.ย
Topper looks surprised for a moment before smiling, "c'mon in." You follow him upstairs and down the hall, avoiding the curious gazes of the other brothers (and their guests). The house was messy, to say the least, last night's party still lingered in the solo cups and trash on the floor.ย
Rafe's bedroom is at the end of the hall and Topper opens the door for you, still wearing that sly grin as you're forced to brush against him to enter.ย
It's clean, apart from the cluttered desk and unmade bed. Fancy bottles of cologne you can't pronounce sit on the dresser, along with some gold chains and rings. Photographs and posters are plastered on the walls, and you immediately recognize the Cameron family in a portrait. This was the mainland, but you knew all about Rafe's influence back in Kildare. His golden status as the college football star was only a portion of it.ย
His blood-red jersey is draped over the desk chair, Cameron printed in bold black letters with the number 6 in the middle. You trace the letters.
The bathroom door opens and a rush of steam flows out, followed by the frat president himself, clad in nothing but a white towel. His blond hair is a few shades darker and water drips from the strands onto his broad shoulders, "Oh, you came quick." His chiselled features were highlighted by the sunshine pouring in, bathing his skin in a youthful glow.ย
Heat blossoms in your tummy, blooming up to your chest and your cheeks. "I rode my bike. Uhm, are we working in here?"
"Where else would we work?" He rasps, blue eyes falling to your hand. "Have you ever been to a game?"
You quickly pull away, tucking your hands into your pockets, "No, never."ย
He snorts, sifting through the drawers and pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants. "I figured. Someone like you is probably too nose-deep in textbooks to know what a touchdown is."ย
You bite your tongue, you have a vague idea of what a touchdown is but don't want to give him the satisfaction of you actually not knowing.ย
Rafe is a bad guy, it's public knowledge that he's troubled and violent. He gets into fights, but somehow never faces the consequences, and carries on with his life blessed with wealth and superiority. He walks all over those who aren't like him and threatens those who dare speak up.ย
But you'd be lying if you said his body wasn't making you weak. The wide expanse of his back, the muscles shifting under the tanned skin, and the small droplets of water trailing down his spine to the loose towel. It was cruel how handsome he was, especially when you know he's nothing but bad news.ย
"Take a picture, bunny, it'll last longer."ย
Your stuttery objection is cut off by a sharp gasp when the towel drops. You get a single glimpse of his ass and firm thighs before you turn away, eyes squeezed shut.ย
"Oh oops, I'm probably the first guy you've ever seen naked. Don't you think that's sad? I mean, you're in college and still a virgin, right?" His laugh rings over the slight rustling of clothing, "why am I even asking? Of course you are."
Your heart cracks straight down the middle, embarrassment colouring you from the inside out. Your bottom lip wobbles as you clutch your bag tightly, already planning an escape plan. Ugh, you knew you shouldn't have comeโwhy did you have to care so much? Now, look at you, practically crying in his stupid bedroom in his stupid fraternity house.ย
You're forcefully turned around, Rafe's hand locked around your bicep, "I bet a little thing like you doesn't even know how to touch a man, huh?" He rasps, stepping closer as the corner of the desk digs into your thighs, "or yourself."ย ย
You cower, eyes flickering between the gold chain dangling between his pecs and his sharp expression. "Rafe, can we please just do our work?"
"I'm just trying to get to know my partner." He mutters, cocking his head to the side. "Have you ever touched yourself?"
At your silence, he continues.ย
"Poor girl, is that a no? Your little virgin pussy is probably so desperate for relief. Tell me, is it wet right now?" Again, you don't answer. "Am I gonna have to find out for myself?"
His grip loosens and you take the chance to race to the door. You manage to crack it open before it's slammed shut again. Rafe's one hand easily overpower your efforts.ย
"I asked you a question."ย
"I-I want t-to leave... Pl-Please."
"Puh-Puhโpl-please," He mocks, pouting his lips, "you're so pretty when you beg, you know that?"
His words catch you off guard, your foolish little heart swelling at the sick compliment. Rafe is quick to spin you around and pin you against the door, sliding his thigh between yours.ย
"You liked that? You like when I'm mean? When I treat you like a little dummy who's nothing but an inconvenience?" He leans close, his minty breath fanning over your heated cheeks, "Go ahead, bunny, grind that needy cunt on my leg."
Your eyes widen, "I don't know how toโ"
"Clueless dummy, can't even follow simple instructions. Thereโs nothing but air in that fucking head."
And just like that, your heart is down in the gutter again, as small as a speck of dirt, staring up at you in misery. He's so mean, so terribly mean, but why does a part of you like it?ย
Lust and shame only make you more confused and you turn away, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You don't know why you're crying either. Your sobs are muffled behind your pursed lips but Rafe doesn't like that, he cups your cheek and makes you meet his gaze.ย
In the darkness of the blue, you know he knows. Pride erupts all over his features, taking form in his signature smirk.
"Good girl, you look at me when you cry. That sad pout and these tears," he brings his fingers to his lips, licking your salty tears with a low groan, "belong to me."
There isn't a moment for you to breathe, much less process his words or the warmth of his tongue sliding up your cheek.ย
"Just like your body and this cunt," he cups your mound, fingers sliding against the wet cotton under your dress, "this tight virgin cunt.โ
Twisted desire glows behind his eyes, hot and bleeding onto his red cheeks. He looms over you like a mountain, vast and impenetrable, blocking all light and shrouding you in darkness. The tension is suffocatingโor thatโs what you think before you feel the cool metal of his ring pressing to your throat.
โYouโre lucky Iโm even giving you a second glance. You know how many other people wish to be in your place, to feel my hand right here?โย
His skilled fingers slip under your panties, focusing on your needy bundle. He rubs slow, steady circles, spreading your slick between your folds.ย
โTheyโd be so jealous of you, theyโd kill to be you.โ He says your name, repeating it again and again, getting more condescending than the last. โSay thank you for giving me attention, daddy.โ
Daddy.ย
Your knees go weak and you nearly crumple to the floor, but he replaces his fingers with his thigh, keeping you upright and pinned against the door with a hand around your throat.ย
He dips down, nosing along your wet cheek. โIf you arenโt gonna do what I say, Iโll find someone who will.โ
โDonโt!โ You hate how pitiful you sound, but the thought of him pushing you aside for someone else is much worse than the embarrassment. โCan we just t-talk first?โ You ask, your vision going blurry once more. โYouโreโYouโre scaring me.โ
He hushes you, โcalm down, dumb baby, Iโd never hurt you. An innocent thing like you needs someone soft-handed, hm?โ His fingers flex around your neck, tilting you up until his lips brush yours, โI can be soft, I can be nice, I can be the best youโll ever have. So donโt give me a reason to be the opposite, and we wonโt have any problems, okay?โ
๐๐ง๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ: hehe here's my first rafe fic !! currently working on a bunch that you can find on my masterlist ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ (aka camboy!rafe & drummer!rafe)
๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐! me has a few thots about a part two but we'll see what happens ๐
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and Iโd love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 โ โผ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐จ-๐๐ข โผ
I donโt do taglists anymore. หโยท ออออโณโฅ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ & ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐จ๐ง ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: @๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฒ
Note: these drabbles are not related to any of my series, for those story-specific drabbles, please check the series masterlist !! Some of these drabbles are also from my celebrations/parties. [smut = *]
๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ โ Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (OBX, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.
Oh my god Iโm so sorry let me just pick that back up- have a nice day!
*walks off after tucking cowboy!JJ and his sensible love interest back into my pocket*
WAHH YOU BETTER COME BACK HERE ๐ค๐ค
cowboy!JJ is all play all the time, shirtless, sweaty and tanned, as cocky as they get and with an ego bigger than the moon. jeans always hanging too low on his hips, exposing his toned abs, v-line and the cursed happy trail. he's so "you've gotta stop wasting your time with those cupcakes, sweetheart. A gal like you deserves only the best" coded.
pls write more drummer rafe!!! that was saur goodddd ๐
hehe well i've been thinking about spending the night in his band's tour bus ๐คญ after a show he's all sweaty and high on adrenaline, and somehow shirtless bc he tore it off halfway through the concert. he can't wait any longer and shoves you into his bunk (which was already small for himself, one can imagine how snug it is with the two of you). he just has to get his hands on you, tearing off your clothes and quickly unbuttoning his jeans, before sliding into you. he's so big and ravenous, his weight pins you down deliciously and his lips are everywhere, your face, your neck, your chest (you know you'll be scolded about all the marks by your agent): "Shit, I missed you, sweet girl, missed you so fucking much," his groans harmonize with the lewd sound of slapping skin, "you missed daddy too, baby?" You can only manage to nod, pititful moans fluttering from your swollen lips. He tsks, nipping your neck before lifting himself with his arms on either side of your head, "Good girls use their words. So you better start talkin' before I use that mouth instead."
