Congrats my love! You deserve it! 🩵🩵🩵 can I get Dark JJ with an Age Gap? Maybe she’s a cougar? 😏
You really came out with a bang for the first request huh? 😅😅😅
2K Celebration
Pairing: Dark JJ x reader
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, cheating, blackmail, biting, age gap, dubcon
“I see the way you looked at me the other night at the yacht club. Like you wanted to eat me alive.” He shoves you further into the wall, leaving little distance in between you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know I’m married.” You remind him and he smirks.
“I bet that old man can’t even get you off, not like I can.” He whispers just before spinning you around and using his body to pin you to the wall. His hands disappear under your dress and for a moment you want to give into your darkest desires.
“I can’t! My daughter’s nearly your age.” You spit out.
“Hmm well if you’d like, I can wait a few years till she’s ready for me. There’s nothing quite like virgin pussy.” He threatens and you fight back the tears that well in your eyes.
“No!! You leave her alone!” You scream and he slaps a hand over your mouth. “Please.” You mutter into his hand.
“I like it when you beg. It’s definitely something I’ll get used to hearing.” His fingers hook into your panty line before he rips them down your legs and kicks your feet apart. “You give me what I want and your daughter’s safe from me.” He assures as you hear him fumble with his belt. The tears spill down your cheeks as you cling onto the wall and you yelp from the intrusion of his cock when he buries himself inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight mama. I can’t wait to wear you home when I make you cream all over my cock.” He pulls your hair to the side, digging into your neck with his teeth and you feel yourself start to clench more and more with every brutal thrust. The tears keep pouring from your eyes but not because of the way he’s taking advantage of you. From the way that you started to like it by the time he stuffed you full of his cum.
JJ, John B., Loss of virginity, friends to lovers?
2K Celebration
Pairing: JJ Maybank x John B Routledge x reader
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fingering, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, threesome, protected sex
"You sure about this?" John B asks again.
Yes I promise. I love you guys and I trust you." You assure them.
"Strip for us then sweetheart." JJ commands and neither one of them can take their eyes off of you for more than a split second as you make yourself completely bare for them.
"You're so beautiful baby. Isn't she J?" John B asks as they make themselves comfortable on either side of you as you lay down on the bed.
"Fucking gorgeous." JJ answers before leaning down and attaching his lips to yours. He distracts you with a passionate kiss as John B's fingers trace the insides of your thighs. You flinch briefly as he gets closer to your most intimate part of yourself and they both pull back, giving you space to breathe.
"We just want to make sure you're ready for us sweetheart, don't want to hurt you in any way." JB assures as JJ nods.
"Just tell us if you're uncomfortable, okay baby?" You nod before JJ kisses you again and before you know it, JB is rubbing gentle circles over your clit. You moan against JJ's soft lips and he smirks before trailing his mouth down your neck.
"Damn, she's so wet already." JB says as he dips his fingers lower, probing your entrance. JJ's fingers trail down your body, distracting you by taking over rubbing your clit while JB slowly slides a finger inside of you. You jolt at the pressure and the slight tinge of pain but JJ quickens his actions, making sure pleasure is all you feel as John B adds another finger to stretch you out.
"You're doing perfect, princess.” JJ coos before kissing you again. “I bet you taste so sweet. You gonna let me taste you baby?” Your cheeks flush at his words but you nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on you.
John B and JJ quickly swap places and John B wastes no time before slotting his lips over yours. He slips his tongue into your mouth, his kiss more greedy than JJ’s almost softer in a way. You feel JJ’s hand trail up your inner thigh and soon his hot breath is fanning over your pussy. He started slow with teasing licks from your clit down to your entrance but soon you fell out of your kiss with John B as your head dipped back and you clung onto the sheets underneath you for a sense of stability.
“Is he doing a good job sweetheart?” John B asks but it’s more of a taunt than it is a question. You gasp when you feel a ringed finger plunge inside of you.
“It’s too much.” You whine.
“You can take it baby, we know you can. Just relax.” John B does his best to comfort you as JJ quickens the pace of his tongue and fingers. His fingers graze a spot inside of you that has you feeling like you’re going to explode.
“Fuck!” You cry as you feel a burning in your stomach.
“Cum for me.” JJ demands before attaching his lips back to your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut as you clench around his fingers, totally lost in the feeling of your first orgasm ever to remember that this is just the beginning.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cum sweetheart.” JJ praises as he leaves his space in between your legs.
“It’s my turn baby, you ready for me?” John B asks before grabbing a condom from the bedside table. JJ makes himself comfortable next to you on the bed. John B strips and you try not to fixate on the sight of his massive cock but you can’t help it and when JJ notices, he chuckles making sure to tease you in the process.
“If you think that’s big, you’ve got another thing coming sweetheart.” He spits out.
“Bro, I can hear you.” John B grumbles before climbing on the bed. He spreads your legs, positioning himself in between them. “It’s probably gonna hurt at first baby but I’m gonna try my best to make sure you’re comfortable okay? Just talk to me.” He coos and you quiver when you feel the head of his cock run up and down your slit.
“Don’t worry princess, we promise that everythings gonna be okay You just have to relax.” JJ says softly and you bite your lip through the pain when John B starts pushing inside of you.
“Shit.” John B grunts as he keeps inching inside and you grasp for JJ’s hand.
“You’re doing so good princess.” JJ praises and you thank god when John B finally reaches the hilt. He stays perfectly still, letting you get used to the feeling of being full while he looks back and forth from you to JJ.
“Can I move now baby?” He asks and even though you’re scared, you nod. He slowly pulls out halfway before snapping his hips back into you and it hurts but with every thrust, the pain subsides. John B comes down fully on top of you, capturing your lips as he moves quicker inside of you. “God damn, you feel so good. So perfect Y/N.” He buries his face in your neck and you turn to look at JJ, catching every smirk and smile on his face with every moan you let out.
“Bet you can’t wait till it’s my turn huh?” You’re unable to form a word when John B’s hand slips in between you to rub circles on your clit.
“Keep it up and you won’t get a turn.” John B growls and you want to laugh at how they bicker over you but you’re so lost in pleasure that you can’t think straight.
Summary: You and your boyfriend JJ come up with an unusual way to cheer John B up after a breakup
Warnings: smut, threesome, oral
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“Look, the guy just needs to get laid. Maybe then he’d stop being such a whiny asshole,” JJ scoffed, and you slapped his arm.
“Hey, be sensitive, he’s emotional right now,” you countered with a frown, and JJ rolled his eyes.
“He’s not emotional, he’s horny. He’s had ass on demand for a year and now? Nothing.”
“Don’t call Sarah ‘ass’, she’s more than that,” you scolded, and JJ shrugged.
“You know what I mean. Dude’s gonna crack. I saw him eye a watermelon yesterday and I don’t wanna know where his mind went.”
You giggled at that, and JJ winked at you before you both went back to staring at John B surfing, wondering what you could do to help him.
You’d tried everything. Distractions, late night sob fests, heartfelt therapy sessions, but nothing seemed to be working. He was still his same sulky self, and you were starting to run out of ideas.
“Okay, say you’re right? How can we get him laid? He literally refuses to look at any other girl. He nearly started crying when that touron hit on him because, and I quote, she had blonde hair and Sarah had blonde hair,” you commented, and JJ bit his lip in thought.
“I mean…you don’t have blonde hair,” JJ smirked over at you.
“You pimping out your girlfriend?” You joked back, and he stared at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t quite name.
“Hey, if it’ll get that man to smile, it’s worth a shot,” he answered, before pulling his cap low and laying back down next to you, leaving you to your thoughts.
And those thoughts inevitably drifted to John B. It wasn’t like you’d never thought about him like that, I mean, he was handsome. You looked out over the water watching the way his muscles flexed as he surfed, before shaking your head and lying back down too.
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“My God, it was hilarious, right John B?” JJ asked, recounting something that’d happened earlier that day, and you both turned to look at the boy sitting across from you.
He was miles away, fingers tapping against his beer bottle as he stared out the window.
“Yo, John B?” JJ asked again, snapping his fingers, and he finally turned to look at you both.
“Huh?”
JJ rolled his eyes and leant back against the sofa, glancing over at you.
“What?” John B asked, frowning.
“You’re not even here, what’s with you?”
“Nothing! I’m just…”
“It’s fine, John B, we understand, JJ’s just being an asshole,” you cut in, slapping JJ’s leg with a glare, and he glared back.
“Yeah, I’m the asshole. Not the guy sat over there pining who just needs to get his dick wet and stop being so fucking moody all the time,” JJ mumbled, but it was loud enough for you both to hear.
“Hey, I don’t need to…I mean…I’m not moody,” John B defended. He looked at you for help, but you just shrugged because he totally was moody. “Look, I can’t just jump into something new, I’m not ready for that.”
“You don’t have to! I’m not saying marry someone, again, just go get laid! Seriously, I’m on the verge of offering my girl out at this point,” JJ snapped, and your eyes widened, as did John B’s at the casual way he said it.
“JJ!” You scolded, unable to even look at John B, though you could feel his gaze on you.
“What? You think he’s hot, you told me that time you got drunk on tequila at Kie’s birthday.”
“JJ! Oh my God,” you buried your face in your hands, embarrassment rising.
“It’s fine! Seriously, John B thinks you’re hot too, he told me so when he got drunk on vodka at Pope’s birthday!”
“JJ!” John B shouted, and JJ scowled.
“Will everyone stop saying my name!”
It was silent then as everyone took in what had just happened, staring anywhere but at each other.
“Dude, you’re not…serious?” John B asked quietly, and you ignored the hot thrill that sent through you.
“I mean…kinda? I always thought it’d be sort of hot to watch,” JJ admitted, and this time you couldn’t ignore the way that made you feel, the way it made you slick between your thighs as you pressed them together.
John B’s eyes flicked over to you then, immediately dropping to where you were clenching your legs, and when they snapped back up to your face, they were dark and almost desperate.
“Don’t need to ask if she’d be into it, do we? She’s soaking your couch,” JJ spoke then, voice playful, and you wanted to wipe that smug grin off this face, but something about the way they were talking like you weren’t even here had your breath catching in your throat.
John B adjusted himself in his shorts then, drawing your gaze to the prominent bulge he was unsuccessfully trying to hide, and you subconsciously bit your lip.
“Switch seats?” JJ piped up, and John B waited for your gentle nod before standing and moving to the sofa, JJ taking his position on the recliner, settling back with a beer in his hand and a glint in his eye.
Your stomach tightened as John B slid over to you, soft hand on your face as he leaned close to your ear.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart, just say the word.”
Sweetheart. You were done for.
“I want to,” you whispered back, and he grinned at you before leaning in to plant his lips on yours.
It was so different from JJ’s desperate, rough kisses. JJ kissed like he’d never get enough of you, whereas John B was delicate, slow, taking his time to savour every inch of you.
When his tongue poked out to invade your mouth, you couldn’t help the groan you let out, and then his hand was sliding up your thigh, trailing it’s way under your skirt, stopping just an inch from where he’d find you wet and wanting.
You could feel his hesitance, still unable to believe this was happening, and with a quick glance at JJ, who had his eyes firmly glued to the hand on you, you reached down and slid it all the way up.
John B let out a desperate moan as he felt you, slick on his fingers as he glided his way to your clit, instantly putting just the right amount of pressure on it, and your head fell, his lips attaching to your neck, biting and licking his way over your soft skin.
“Two fingers, John B, she can take it. Curl them just a little and she’ll mewl like a goddamn kitty,” JJ ordered, voice heavy with lust.
John B followed his lead, pushing into you and curling into that spot that had your back arching, pushing yourself further into his touch, and with a just a few strokes, you were coming undone, whimpering his name as he watched you eagerly.
“Shit,” he mumbled when you came back down, slipping his fingers free. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You smirked as you lifted his hand to your mouth, sucking his fingers in and tasting yourself.
“I stand corrected,” he uttered, the strain in his boxers now painful.
“My turn.”
You slid to the floor in front of him, reaching to unbutton his shorts and pull him free.
“You don’t have to do that,” he assured you, and you rolled your eyes.
“Seriously man, you’re about to experience a top class blow job. Enjoy it,” JJ piped up, and you’d almost forgotten he was there.
You were entirely focused on John B as you pulled his cock free, wondering how the hell he’d been hiding this all this time.
You leaned down, tongue flicking over the head before you took him all in, relaxing your throat as you pushed your nose against his pelvis, and his hand flew to grip your hair, other hand rising to your neck where he swore he could feel himself.
“Shit, how the fuck are you doing that?” he whined as you started moving, staring up at him doe-eyed.
“Told you,” JJ grinned, and you felt a little pride burst in you at the praise.
You worked over him for a few minutes until he pulled on your strands desperately.
“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
You pulled off him with a filthy pop, lips a little swollen and mascara smudged, and John B almost came anyway just from the sight of you.
“How do you want me?” You asked sweetly, and Jesus Christ, was he in heaven?
“Climb up,” he pulled on you and you settled in his lap. His hands immediately came to slide your shirt over your head, baring your chest to him, and he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, biting down before running his tongue over the sting.
He looked up at you one more time, cock in his hand and just one movement from being inside you, and when you nodded, he slid in, pulling you down fully onto him.
Your head flew back as he settled inside you, hands gripping his shoulders as you fought to adjust to him.
“God, you feel so fucking good, so tight,” he hissed, and you clenched around him. “Don’t do that shit, please, I’ll come.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just so good, John B, so full,” you whimpered, and you could hear JJ behind you unzipping his own shorts, the sound sending a thrill through you. “Can I move?”
John B nodded desperately and you started bouncing on top of him, each thrust hitting deep in what felt like your stomach, and you were both moaning so loud you didn’t hear JJ make his way over to you until he was stood next to you, pushing his dick at your lips.
You opened your mouth obediently, and you were wrong earlier, now you were full.
The sensation of John B in your pussy and JJ in your mouth was too much, and you were tightening around John B in seconds, the vibration of your groan pushing JJ over the edge too, warm spurts hitting your tongue as he came.
You swallowed harshly, but a little trail of come lingered on your lips, sliding down your chin, and the sight of that, that finished John B off as he pulsed inside of you, filling you to the brim.
JJ had collapsed beside John B, and you had collapsed into his chest, all three of you panting and hazy, a stickiness between your legs and a sheen of sweat over your skin.
John B was the first to speak.
“Shit, guys, I think I actually really needed that.”
“What are friends for?” JJ answered with a grin back at him.
Summary: After sneaking onto the costal venture all of the pogues are trapped in the container. You split into teams leaving you and JJ alone.
Warnings: smut, sex, oral, everything
Not edited
I think this came from the depths of hell
There was no other way onto the ship, well there probably was but all of your friends shared one braincell. The shipping container seemed to be the only way to get on. You piled in, shoving hands over each others mouths to stay quiet.
The shipping container was hot, you had no source of food or water or anything. Every now and then a small breeze would flow through the tiny 3x2 vent. It came down to pushing and shoving each other to get a turn by the vent. Everyone was already agitated from the heat and being in such a close vicinity of each other. After getting into a shoving fit with JJ you called it quits and found a place to sit down. Then Pope and JJ were already arguing about who gets to get air next, John B was trying to shut them up. Where as you and Kie were trying to figure a way out. Kind of a tough situation when the container locks from the outside.
“Well what now?” Kie snapped once JJ bumped into her. He threw his hands in the air surrendering to her. She rolled her eyes and looked to John B. “I didn’t think that far yet.” He admitted. “Jesus Christ.” You mumbled turning away from him. You sat down on a box and brushed your hair away from your face. You tried to cool yourself down by fanning yourself.
“It’s your fault John B.” JJ says as he sat down next to you. You could feel the hear from his body on yours only making you more hot. You squirmed around trying to move away from him. Beads of sweat dripped down your cheeks and arms, this was the hottest it had ever been.
“Do you have to sit right there?” You barked at the blonde. He looked at you with his eyes wide, everyone turned to you. “Where else would you like me to go?” He says cocking his eye brows. “Anywhere away from me. Your voice alone is pissing me off.” You huffed. “I haven’t even said anything.” JJ exasperated. He looked around at everyone else. “You don’t need to say anything to piss me off. you could sit across from me. Our arms are going to melt together and I can’t be attached to you forever!” You say peeling your arm from his. “Ouch JJ, even y/n can’t stand you!” Kie sarcastically chuckled. “Im joking! I love you J but seriously you’re melting into me.” You say as you shoved him away from you. “Good.” He smiled at you.
“Guys!” Pope yelled interrupting the little feud. Your attention averted over to Pope, who was pulling on the vent. “The vent, we can get out of here.” He says pulling something from his pocket. “Well we not all of us can leave.” John B says. “Why not?” You ask. “More of a chance to get caught.” Pope says as he pulled the last screw out. “So who’s staying and who’s going?” JJ chimed in. “I uh I’m not sure..” John B scratched his head. “New game plan. I’ll find Sarah, and you go after Rafe. Y/n and JJ you guys are B team. Stay here and look out.” Kie says as she pushed herself off of John Bs shoulders and out the vent. “Why do we have to be the b team?” JJ called out after Kie. “My family’s cross.” Pope says following after Kie. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You say standing up and walking towards the back. “Sorry y/n, besides you and JJ can have some bonding time. But no funny business.” John B winked and slipped out.
You sat back down and sighed. You had nothing to do, the two of you were bored out of your minds. “If we’re alone we can do anything?” JJ smirked. “All alone.” You sighed. You played around with your fingers, each minute the heat became more and more unbearable.
You leaned your head against the wall hoping for some kind of relief. There was nothing, the only air was through the vent. Warm thick sea air. You had kept thinking
“I think I’m dying.” You huffed and sat up. “You look pretty alive to me.” JJ laughed. His cheeks were pink and his hair dampened from sweating. You didn’t know that to do, you needed to cool off. You didn’t even care if JJ were to see you naked. You stood up and pulled you shirt off over your head leaving you in a small black lace bra. Your nipples hardened when you felt a breeze all over your body. You didn’t even notice him staring at you, his eyes glued to you. You unbuttoned your shorts and stepped out of them, now in your bra and underwear. His eyes stuck to you, you knew it would get JJ going. But you needed to free yourself. Following after you JJ peeled his clothes from his body tossing them somewhere.
He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him. It felt like the wind got knocked out if you, it was unexpected. He looked from your eyes to your lips, your lips parted and you connected the space between the both of you. His soft lips synced with yours, he tasted sweet but with a mix of weed. He sat down on a box and pulled you on top of him, your legs straddled him. He pushed his hard cock against your cunt making you whine. Each time he pushed against you he let out a soft moan. His hands snaked from your waist up to your bra, unclipping it letting it fall.
He broke the kiss “Switch with me, I wanna taste you.” He stood you up and pulled your underwear down. On his knees he pulled you against him, he ran his fingers over your soaked slit. You sat down on the box and spread your legs for him. He moved between your legs. His arm wrapped around your thighs from underneath, with one arm free. He pulled you to the edge of the box and put your legs around his shoulders. The air from his nose tickled your soaked pussy sending a chill through your body. He used his free hand to push down on your stomach and he went in. He tongued from your hole to your now throbbing clit.
“Fuck you’re so wet, let me take care of you.” He smirks. You nodded. He engulfed your pussy and pushed two fingers into you while working his tongue. Your back arched against the box and your hands tangled into his hair. “You like that?” He asks breaking for a moment. “Yes please, please don’t stop.” You begged breathlessly. He went back to you, his tongue attached to your clit and his fingers working your hole. Curling into your g spot making you squirm. Your legs tightened around his body, your body started to shake and quiver. “Oh my fuck!” You moaned loudly, you but your lip hard. “You can moan, no one knows we’re here.” He mumbled against you.
He wanted more, he couldn’t get enough of your sweet juices. He twisted his fingers pushing them deeper into you, a smirk pinched his cheeks seeing you squirm. His tongue danced circles on your clit, his warm damp hair tickled your legs. He enjoyed seeing you in this position, crumbling at his touch. He looked up and saw your mouth agape, and your chest moving rapidly. He kept his pace but moved his fingers faster, your face twisted with pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum J, I’m gonna cum.” You mumbled. Your spongey walls clamped down on his fingers. You were falling apart at the seams. “Cum for me.” He says. He pulled back from you and rubbed your clit. You moaned loudly and you came, your juices dripping out of your cunt. He leaned into you licking you up. Your body sensitive and tender to his touch. You collapsed against the wall and JJ stood in front of you.
“Suck me. Get me ready to fuck you.” He says. You pulled yourself up and spit on him, you stroked his cock and brought him into your mouth. Your tongue traced against his protruding veins, his tip throbbing in your mouth. You went deeper and deeper until he gagged you. “Mm good girl.” He moaned as he pumped into your mouth. You pulled off of him and started at him “I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s all you had to say princess.” He smiled. He helped you up and he sat down. He spun you around not facing him, slowly he sunk you down onto his cock. “Mm fuck, you’re tight.” He grumbled as you adjusted to his size. You leaned back into him, his left hand rose up and massaged your breast, his other hand on your thigh. He started to move you against him, he detached from your neck and his breaths were heavy. His soft moans in your ear. You but your lip, you wanted to scream his name.
“Touch yourself… as I fuck you.” He panted. Reaching down you moved slow circles on your over sensitive clit. Your body twitched. “Good Hm?” He mumbled against your ear. “So good.” You whispered back. He put his hands on your hips and bounced you, your ass slapping against his thighs. Pornographic moans came from your mouth, you could t contain it. His tip deep in your cunt, each time making you moan louder and louder. “J… oh my god!” Your back arched against him. He moved faster and faster his hips pistoning.
An unknown voice was heard outside, it wasn’t your friends voices. JJ heard it aswell. His hand clasped over your mouth, but he kept fucking you. “I’m not gonna stop, don’t want us to get caught do you?” His voice brushed against your ear. The breaths from your nose were rapid, you still made some breathy noise “Bite my hand if you have to.” JJ whispers into your ear. You clamped down on his hand, which was bad for him because each time he thrusted into you, you wanted to scream. The voices were getting closer and closer, he never stopped. His grunting made you weak, hearing him gave you a flutter in your stomach. Your eye’s widening as the people outside tried to open the crate. An “all clear” was made and waited for the footsteps to recede.
His hand unclasped from your mouth and he stood you up as he was still inside of you. You grabbed onto something to hold you up. His hands latched onto your hips and he pushed in and out of you, you could feel yourself leaking each time he moved. Every time he pulled out and pushed in your stomach twisted, he was moving at an ungodly pace. Your ass recoiling off of his hips after each thrust, your moans filled his ears. Your legs were shaking about to crumble, you were about to burst.
“I cant get enough of you and this pussy. God. Fuck.” He moaned out. It was happening, you were about to come. Hard. You walls pulsating around him waiting for the okay for a release, “cum, cum on my cock. Cum for me.” He cooed. You unraveled around his cock, as he painted your walls white. The two of you fell down and came down from the high. Sitting up you grabbed your shirt and shorts which were within reach. He leaned over grabbing his clothes as well. Footsteps got closer again, both of you still naked.
“JJ, Y/n?” John Bs voice got closer. “Dude don’t come in yet!” JJ yelled scrambling around. “I cant find my underwear.” You whisper yelled as you scavenged around for them. “These?” JJ smirked holding them up. “Yes!” You exclaimed. “Mm no.” He says and tucked them away. “What do you mean no?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Mine now.” He says. “Why?” You asked crossing your arms. “So everyone can see me dripping down your leg.” He says as he looked down at you. You had nothing to clean it with, you used your finger to clean it up and you licked it off your fingers. “Don’t get me started again princess.” He says. “J they are back now, it’s not funny.” You say trying to jump at him. “You can whine all you want, you’re not getting them back.” He smirked. “Hurry up before they see you, I don’t want anyone else seeing you the way I did.” He says as he helped you pull your shirt over your head.
“We need to go now!” John Bs voice was panicky. “What’s going on?” You asked getting closer to the vent. “Too much to say. They know we’re here, Sarah’s setting up the dinghy now. Come on now!” John B yelled. JJ helped you up and out of the container. He took your hand in his and you ran.
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rafe cameron
grateful
You and Rafe have always hated each other, but one night you find out that maybe Rafe didn’t hate you as much you thought (NON-CON)
attitude problem
As Sarah’s best friend, you’re over at Tannyhill a lot, and one night you run into Rafe in the kitchen (DUB-CON)
happy together
Rafe kidnaps you when he and his family decide to flee Outer Banks (DARK!RAFE)
let me help you || part two
Your stepbrother Rafe overhears you making plans with your boyfriend JJ and decides to step in (STEPCEST/DUB-CON)
how does that make you feel
Rafe attends therapy and develops a bit of an obsession with his therapist (DUB-CON)
home
Rafe has always been obsessed with you and can’t leave you behind when his family flee the Outer Banks (NON-CON)
lips are sealed
You’re Rafe’s young stepmother and you’ve decided that he’s going to be your next target (STEPCEST)
dig two graves
Rafe is getting a little tired of dealing with your boyfriend JJ's shit, and decides the best way to get his revenge is to take it out on you (NON-CON)
dark!rafe in a relationship headcanons
trying to break up with dark!rafe headcanons
dark!rafe putting a tracker on your phone (blurb)
toxic relationship with rafe (blurb)
choking kink with stepmom (blurb)
dark!Rafe is obsessed with you (blurb)
jj maybank
nightcall
JJ’s had enough of waiting around for you (DUB-CON)
supposed to be mine
JJ isn’t too happy when he learns about your relationship with John B (DUB-CON)
hidden thoughts
Your best friend JJ has some less than innocent thoughts about you (NON-CON)
murderer!jj is obsessed with you (blurb)
topper thornton
smile for the camera
When you get too drunk at a party, your boyfriend’s best friend Topper offers to take you home, but he has less than innocent thoughts on his mind (DUB-CON)
rafe/topper
three's company
You run into Rafe and Topper at a party and thing’s take a turn (DUB-CON)
stay a while
You go to Tannyhill expecting to find Sarah, but find Rafe and Topper instead (DUB-CON)
You regretted coming to this party the second you got here, Kooks invading every inch of the Cameron house, and you regretted it even more now that you were a few shots deep and your friends were nowhere to be found.
Sarah had invited you and the rest of the Pogues, but you and Kie were the only ones who took her up on the offer, the guys steadfast in their statement that they’d rather eat shit than go to a Rafe Cameron party, and you were starting to think they were right.
You slammed your glass down before running a hand through your sweaty hair, turning to head towards the exit and find your way home, your bed sounding like heaven right now.
You were halfway to the door when your way was blocked, Rafe Cameron himself staring down at you.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is the little Pogue lost?” He taunted, smirk on his face.
You rolled your eyes as you went to move past him, but he was quicker, blocking your way again as he continued to grin smugly at you.
You sighed heavily, turning around to head the other way, to look for another exit. And stopped dead.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Topper Thornton stood, arms crossed over his chest, eyes cruel as he shared a laugh with Rafe over your head.
“Seriously, I just wanna go home,” you mumbled, stuck between the two Kookiest Kooks the island had ever seen, your head hazy with alcohol and a little fear.
“Without even having a drink with your gracious host?” Rafe scolded from behind you, hand on his chest and a scandalised look on his face. “Where are your manners?”
“Yeah, Jesus sweetheart, who raised you?” Topper asked, and your heart jumped a little as he stepped forward.
You automatically stepped back, right into Rafe’s chest, and his hands came up to grip your arms.
“Why so eager to leave?” He whispered in your ear, and you shivered despite yourself.
“Seriously, I just wanna go home, Rafe, please?” You asked, voice low as you turned your head to the side, avoiding both gazes as they stared you down.
“Hmm. Doesn’t she sound so pretty when she says please, Top?” Rafe asked, fingers now drawing slow circles over your skin.
“So damn pretty. And so polite. See? You do know how to behave,” Topper stepped closer, pushing himself against you so you were trapped in between them.
You closed your eyes, dizzy with an emotion you couldn’t name as you felt a hand slide up your thigh, and you didn’t dare look to see who’s it was.
You reached out to stop the movement, opening your eyes and looking down to see a ring-clad finger inches away from where you were starting to feel a deep ache.
Rafe.
Topper tutted in front of you and your gaze snapped up to him.
“Well if you’re not gonna let Rafe play,” he shrugged and then his hand was under your skirt before you could blink, sliding through your slick.
You gasped out, nails digging in to Rafe’s skin as you threw your head back onto his shoulder.
“Shit, man, little slut’s soaked. All that pretending. You don’t really wanna leave at all, do you?” Topper grinned as he pushed his thumb against your clit and you moaned out, bucking against him.
Rafe’s hand came up to cover your mouth, bringing you back to the fact that you were stood in the middle of the hallway with Rafe’s dick hard against your ass and Toppers hand in your underwear.
“Shh, quiet pretty girl. Let’s take this somewhere you can be nice and loud for us, hmm?” Rafe’s voice was deep in your ear, and you whimpered against his palm, nodding your head despite your brain telling you this was a bad fucking idea.
Topper smirked as he grabbed your hand, leading you through the house and up the stairs, and you were glad everyone around you seemed too drunk or high to notice Rafe trailing after you both, eyes firmly glued to your ass.
You were led into a room you immediately pegged as Rafe’s, as he followed you in and shut the door, turning to lean against it casually as he stared you down.
Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach as you met his dark gaze, and you realised what you’d done, trapping yourself in a room with the same two Kooks who just last week had been threatening to club JJ.
“I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be here,” you whispered, and Rafe tilted his head at you.
“No? I think you look right at home.” He stalked towards you, stopping just an inch away from you, finger coming up to lift your chin. “I think you’d be a lot more comfortable if you got out of this tight outfit though, sweetheart.”
You’d almost forgotten about Topper when you felt his hand at your back, sliding down your zipper, and you let your shirt fall to the floor, chest bare underneath.
“Shit, baby, look at these,” Rafe sighed, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers pinching your nipple harshly, and you bit your lip at the sensation as Topper’s hand gripped your other tit, kneading gently, the contrast making your head spin.
“So sensitive. God you’re gonna be fun,” he grinned, and then lifted his gaze to look over your head.
“Mouth or pussy?”
You gasped out as the two men conversed like you weren’t even there, unable to figure out why that was making you wetter.
“Hmm. She does have a pretty mouth,” Topper answered, and Rafe gripped your waist, spinning you towards the bed and pushing you down.
You put your hands out the catch yourself, fists twisting in the expensive sheet as Topper walked around to stand in front of you, pulling his shorts down just enough to free himself, and you couldn’t help the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips at the sight of him.
You could feel Rafe behind you, hands yanking your underwear down and palming over your ass, a harsh spank making you moan out, and Topper took the opportunity to shove into your mouth.
He gave you one second, two, three, and then he was thrusting, hitting the back of your throat as you tried to relax, to let him use you, and then Rafe was pushing into you from behind, no warning before he was forcing you forward, making you gag.
They built up a brutal rhythm, each thrust from Rafe slamming you deeper onto Topper until you were nothing but a rag doll for them to toss around. There were hands everywhere, in your hair, on your tits, your clit, and you were a drooling, moaning mess between them.
“God, sweetheart, you were made for this. You look so damn beautiful taking us both, like the little whore you are. You like being used?” Rafe asked, angling just right to hit that spot inside you.
You groaned out and Topper reached down to slap a hand against your cheek.
“He asked you a question.”
“Yes, I like it! Please, please, I’m so close!” You begged, a tiny part of your mind filling with shame, but the feeling building in the pit of your stomach overwhelmed everything else.
“You beg so pretty. You can come, sweet girl,” Rafe murmured, and you did, clenching around him immediately, and the vibration as you moaned out set Topper off, hot spurts hitting your tongue as he came.
The feeling of you so damn tight around him only allowed Rafe another two seconds before he followed the both of you, filling you to the brim, and when he pulled out, you collapsed onto your back, Rafe leaking out of your pussy, Topper out of your mouth.
They fell either side of you, coming down from their own high, before Rafe looked over at his friend, smirk back on that handsome face.
“Damn, Kelce’s gonna be so pissed he stayed home tonight.”
Summary: When you get too drunk at a party, your boyfriend’s best friend Topper offers to take you home, but he has less than innocent thoughts on his mind.
Warnings: DUBCON, smut, fingering, manipulation, cheating, dark!Topper, degrading language
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“Woah, steady there, sweetheart.”
Warm hands gripped your waist as you stumbled and you leaned back into the touch, turning to smile gratefully at your boyfriend’s best friend.
“Thanks, Top,” you mumbled, words slightly slurred, the taste of tequila still heavy on your tongue.
“Why don’t we get you some water, huh?” He offered, and you shook your head.
“I think I just need to lie down,” you lifted your hand to swipe away a sweaty strand of hair from your face.
“Hey, why don’t you let me take you home? I think it’s safe to say it’s bedtime for you,” he joked, and you eyed the cup in his hand. “It’s just soda, I promise.”
“I don’t know if Rafe would like that,” you murmured, torn between your desire to fall into bed and fear of Rafe’s notorious jealous streak.
“I’m sure he’d be fine with it. It’s me, not some random frat boy. Plus, he’s somewhere inside two lines deep and having the time of his life right now. I’ll text him and let him know. I’m sure he’ll be grateful I got you home safe. What do you say?”
You bit your lip as you thought it over, before nodding and letting him grip your hand, steering you to his truck parked in the shadows.
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You’d almost dozed off when the gentle sound of the car cut off, and you opened your eyes to find your house staring back at you.
“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s get you inside.”
You watched as Topper walked around to your side, opening the door and sliding his hand across your lap as he reached to unbuckle your belt.
“Thanks. You don’t have to help me in, I’m sure I’ll be okay.”
“Don’t be silly, Rafe would kill me if he found out I just left you on the side of the street,” he insisted, and you slid your hand into his again as he led you to the door, your mind too hazy to question how he knew where you kept your spare key.
“Let me help get your shoes off and we’ll get you some water, yeah?”
You nodded and he knelt down, unbuckling the strap from around your ankle, fingers lingering over the smooth skin for just a second too long.
“There we go,” he mumbled, rising to his feet and heading off towards your kitchen, movement confident despite the fact that you were sure this was the first time he’d ever been in your home.
You followed him after a few seconds, leaning against the island as you watched him fetch a bottle from the fridge, back to you as he fumbled for a moment to uncap it before handing it over to you.
“Thanks.”
“Of course.”
You took a sip as he leaned across from you, missing the heated look on his face as he let his gaze trail your body.
“Did you text Rafe?” You asked as you set the bottle down, Topper’s eyes snapping back to yours.
“Yeah, it’s all good. He said he’d let you know when he was home.”
You snorted at that, knowing Rafe never let you know when he was home, that he’d probably get too high and crash on whatever flat surface he could find, your existence forgotten until he sobered up.
“Yeah, I didn’t buy that either,” Topper joked. “He’s my best friend and all, but he can be kind of an asshole when he’s drunk. Or high. S’why I wanted to make sure you got home safe. Figured he wouldn’t.”
“He’s not all bad,” you shrugged. “But thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he leaned forward, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve to be taken care of.”
You swallowed hard at his close proximity, his chest just brushing against yours as he spoke.
“I should…probably get to bed. Sleep this off. I’m sure you wanna get home.”
“Is he good to you?”
You froze, your drunken brain struggling to follow the conversation, the turn it was taking.
“What?”
“Rafe. Is he good to you?” Topper asked again, fingers trailing down your cheek, over your jaw, your neck.
“O-of course,” you stuttered, unable to move, pinned in place by the heat of Topper’s body and a building fear within your gut.
“Yeah? He tell you how pretty you are? How smart? How kind?” His hand slipped lower, over your shoulder, toying with the strap of your dress.
“Top…”
“He make you cum? I’ve always thought he seemed kind selfish. He eat you out, sweetheart?”
Your heart raced, head spinning as he pulled the strap down your arm.
“Topper, you need to…shit, you need to stop.”
“I don’t think you want that,” he mumbled, ignoring the weak slap you gave to his hand as he the top of your dress fell, your bare chest exposed to his view, his touch. “I think you want me to touch you. Make you feel good.”
“Topper, please, I…Rafe…” you trailed off as he thumbed against your nipple.
“Shh, baby, I won’t tell. Won’t tell him how you stared at me all night with your fuck-me eyes. How you put your hand on my knee in the car…”
“I was…you seemed upset about Sarah, I was being nice,” you weakly defended, watching his touch move lower until it burned against your thigh.
“You know how jealous he gets. Think he’ll believe that?”
Your mind spun as it tried to understand what was happening here, the insinuation, the subtle threat in Topper’s words.
He finally found his way up your dress, sliding against the cotton of your underwear, and you choked back a sob, not knowing if it was one of frustration, or fear, or pleasure.
“No, I think it’s best we keep this whole night a secret from him, don’t you? He doesn’t have to know how soaked you are for me.”
“Please,” you whined, tears spilling from your eyes as he nudged your underwear out of the way.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you cry,” he brushed his cheek against yours, sinking two fingers into you.
“There we go, good girl,” he sighed, your hands fisting in his shirt. “God, you’re such a slut.”
“Topper please,” you cried, moaning as his fingers curled just right. “I…shit…I love him.”
“I know you do, baby, shh. It’s okay. You be good for me and I won’t tell him what a little whore you are, throwing yourself at his best friend.”
“I didn’t…”
“Look at you, still trying to lie when you’re about to cum on my fingers.”
You shook your head even as the wave built within you, and with one more perfectly-angled thrust, you fell over the edge, crying out as Topper fucked you through your high before pulling his fingers free, slipping them into his mouth with an appreciative groan.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart. I wanna make you do it again, and again, and again.”
“No,” you mumbled, legs shaking as you registered his words. “Not again, I can’t, we can’t.”
“Hmm. I don’t think that’s up to you anymore. I told you, remember? As long as you’re good for me, Rafe never has to know,” he whispered, the sweetness of his voice so at odds with the threat in his words.
“He wouldn’t…he wouldn’t believe you.”
“Oh I think he would. Smile for the camera, sweetheart.”
He turned and pointed to his phone, hidden against the back of the counter, perfectly positioned to capture your downfall.
Summary: Rafe is getting a little tired of dealing with your boyfriend JJ's shit, and decides the best way to get his revenge is to take it out on you.
Warnings: NONCON, DUBCON, smut, mention of violence, mention of blood, drinking, slapping, Rafe is the fucking worst.
You wondered how many times you’d been in this exact scenario, perched in front of your boyfriend cleaning the blood from his face as he held an ice pack to his eye, his knuckles bruised from where they’d slammed against Rafe Cameron’s cheekbone.
“I’m sorry. I know I said I would stop fighting, but he started it, okay? He always fucking starts it,” JJ defended, and you scowled at him, pressing a little harshly on the cut you were tending to.
“And you always have to finish it?”
“Am I not supposed to defend myself?” He argued, and you sighed, knowing on some level he was right.
“I’m not saying not to defend yourself, I just…I think you enjoy it sometimes, JJ. The fighting, proving yourself, seeing the Kooks bloody because of you. And one day, it’s not gonna end how you want it to. I worry about you, okay?”
“Baby,” he rested his hands on your face, pulling your gaze towards him. “I promise you, I’m always gonna be okay. The Devil himself couldn’t stop me coming back home to you, nevermind an asshole like Cameron.”
“Stop,” you rolled your eyes, softening as you always did when it came to JJ. “Stop being so sweet. You’re making me love you.”
“That’s the plan,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you, wincing as his lip cracked, fresh blood trickling onto your tongue.
You weren’t sure how Sarah had convinced you to come along to this party with her. You’d never felt so out of place, music pulsating around you, strumming through your veins, your heart thumping in time with the bass.
You threw back another drink, eyes searching for where Sarah had disappeared to, finding nothing but a sea of Kooks wearing outfits more expensive than your car, a few glaring in your direction as if you were a stain on the bottom of their shoe.
Your gaze wandered to the stairs, the only place you hadn’t checked for her yet, and with a heavy sigh and another swig of tequila, you stumbled your way up, realising halfway that you were a little drunker than you’d thought, clinging to the bannister as you swayed a little.
It was quieter up here, the music muffled, and you felt like you could think a little clearer, even with the drink clouding your mind. Sarah wasn’t in the bathroom, and the first bedroom you checked was occupied by a couple you vaguely recognised, their startled shouts causing you to back out sheepishly, a hushed ‘sorry’ on your lips.
You headed further down the hallway, calling out Sarah’s name, pushing into a darkened room on your right. Your eyes scanned the dim outline of an empty bed, desk scattered with notebooks and empty bottles, and you were about to leave when a strong push shoved you through the doorway.
You yelped, fumbling to catch yourself, your hands falling to the unmade bed in front of you.
“What the fuck?” You mumbled, turning to face the figure blocking the doorway. You squinted your eyes, the form coming into focus. “Rafe?”
“Hey, princess. You and I, we need to have a little talk.”
He stalked further into the room, shutting the door behind him, and your heart skipped a beat as you heard the lock click. You couldn’t see anything, could only sense the heat of his body in the room with you, and then a light snapped on, bedside lamp casting a dim glow over Rafe’s hardened features, focused on you.
“Talk about what?” You asked, voice quiet and shaky, and he smirked at that as he advanced closer you.
You tried to step back, falling onto the bed instead, and Rafe stopped, tilting his head as he stared down at you.
“About that little boyfriend of yours.”
You could just make out the bruise blooming on Rafe’s face, no doubt put there by said boyfriend, and you winced as you remembered bandaging JJ’s knuckles the day before.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you and JJ, but it’s none of my business,” you defended, and Rafe laughed meanly at that, shaking his head.
“Nah, see that’s where you’re wrong. Maybank, he’s made this your business. See, I realised something recently. He doesn’t really give a shit about himself. His dad beats on him anyway, so what’s a few more bruises, and his reputation? That’s as low as it can get, so who gives a fuck if he gets into a few scraps, right? The way to get at Maybank, it isn’t through fighting or pain or threats.”
He moved closer, kneeling down in front of you, grasping your jaw tightly between his fingers.
“It’s through you, sweetheart.”
You inhaled sharply, trying to pull your head away, but Rafe’s grip was strong, tears springing to your eyes.
“I’ll…I can get JJ to stop, okay, I can talk to him,” you whispered, and Rafe cut you off, shaking his head.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby. You know that’s not how we’re gonna go about this.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling in anticipation as you prepared yourself for pain, for a punch or a slap, for Rafe to enact whatever revenge he had planned for JJ on you.
Instead, you felt his hands softly running up your thigh, unexpectedly warm against your bare skin, and your eyes shot open again, staring at him in shock, a building sense of unease in your stomach.
“You know, I always thought you were too goddamn pretty for someone like him,” Rafe’s gaze had moved away from your face, watching instead as his hand trailed higher and higher until it was resting just at the edge of the dress Sarah had lent you. “Too pretty for the Cut, and I’d hate to have to leave a mark on that beautiful face of yours.”
His hand started to slide under the silky material, and your breath hitched, more tears springing forth.
“Rafe…please, I’m sorry, I…I can talk to him,” you begged, knowing it wouldn’t do a thing to change his mind.
“Time for talking is long over, sweetheart. No, you’re not gonna talk to him. You’re gonna go back to him aching, cock-drunk, with me leaking down these pretty legs, and he’s gonna see how much fucking better I am than him. And every single time he fucks you, the only name you’re gonna wanna scream is mine, the only person you’re gonna think about is me.”
Your thighs involuntarily clenched at his words, and he didn’t miss the movement, smirking as his fingers brushed over the lace of your underwear.
“Please, Rafe, I won’t say anything, okay, you can…you can still let me go,” you cried, and he tilted his head, confused furrow between his brows.
“Let you go? When you’re dripping for me?” He asked, hand slipping against your bare skin, lace shoved to the side as he let his fingers run through your folds, sighing happily as they came away wet. He pulled them free, lifting them up to show you, and you closed your eyes, shame washing over you.
“Hey,” he slapped your cheek, forcing you to look at him, your eyes pointedly avoiding looking at the slick on his fingers. “You can play pretend all you want, with the crying and the begging, but your pussy doesn’t lie, baby.”
He slid his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you, before shoving you back so you were lying down, climbing over you and ignoring the weak bang of your fists against his chest. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, hard cock grinding against you as he moved.
“Rafe, stop, I can’t, please don’t make me do this, don’t make me do this to him,” you sobbed, and Rafe rolled his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours.
“Shh, he needs to be taught a lesson, and I’d be lying if I said I never wanted to feel this tight pussy around me. And with the way you’re leaking all over these sheets, seems like it’s a win-win.”
His lips fell to your neck, gentle kisses and harsh bites causing your head to spin, and when his hands fell away from your wrists, you kept them beside your head, staring at the ceiling as you heard his belt slide to the floor, followed by the rustle of clothing as he shoved his shorts down.
“Hey, look at me, sweetheart,” he ordered, and you turned your head, breath catching in your throat at his length.
Even with preparation, it’d be a struggle, and Rafe hadn’t exactly stretched you out for him. Your fear must have shown on your face, because Rafe smiled as he positioned himself back over you.
“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he reassured you, and that was all the warning you got before he was thrusting into you, groaning as you clung to his biceps, nails digging in to his skin.
“Rafe!” You squealed, a sharp inhale sounding in the room as you struggled to adjust to his size.
“Jesus, you’re like a fucking vice, squeezing me so fucking tight,” Rafe moaned, and you felt a lurch of heat in your stomach, his wrecked voice causing a wave of desire to wash over you, followed by a gut-deep sickness at the way you were gushing around him, at how this was the first time anyone other than JJ had ever been inside you, at how on some level, this felt so good.
You were confused and drunk and full, and Rafe was running his hand through your hair so softly, letting you adjust to the feel of him, and you didn’t know whether to cry or scream or moan.
“There we go, knew I’d make you feel good. Just take it, sweetheart, let me make you cum,” he cooed, and you found yourself nodding, addled brain thinking how good that sounded.
He moved slowly at first, each thrust torturous as the knot in your stomach wound painfully tight. It was only when you sighed his name that he sped up, lifting your leg onto his shoulder, the angle forcing him deeper, each push of his cock hitting that spot within you that no one had ever managed to reach before.
“Please,” you cried, and this time, you didn’t know what you were asking, just knew you needed more.
“You sound so fucking pretty when you beg. Who’s making you feel good?”
“You, please Rafe, hurts,” you whimpered, your orgasm so close, just a little more and you’d be right there.
“Don’t tell me, baby. Tell the camera,” he smirked, twisting your head so you could see the light of his phone propped against the headboard, and you cried out, pushing at his chest again, ignoring his laughter as he thrust into you, and you couldn’t hold back, even with the whirl of anger rushing through you.
Your orgasm hit, eyes rolling back in your head as your arched against Rafe, fireworks exploding across your vision as he worked you through it, his hips stuttering as he came, filling you up just as he’d promised he would.
As soon as he pulled out of you, you slammed your legs closed, watching as he grabbed his phone.
“Come on, baby, open those legs for me, he’s gonna miss the best part,” Rafe grinned, and you shoved at him, his phone falling from his grip as he moved out of your way.
You jumped up, readjusting your clothes as you felt his cum start to slide down your thighs, and when you turned back to face him, he was leaning against the headboard, phone in his hand.
Imagine a fic where JJ is inspired by Billy loomis from scream and he’s so obsessed with y/n he does anything to keep her even if he has to kill 🥵 this edit gives off those vibes https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRuqY18g/
Ooh okay I like this a lot, and it is Halloween to be fair
Warnings: murder murder murder, JJ is crazy
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scream for me
It was all him. The weeks of harassing phone calls, the flowers piled in the trash, the letters professing unconditional love written in a maddening, hasty scrawl, the feeling of eyes on you, always watching, the endless, suffocating presence.
It was all JJ.
Quiet, unassuming JJ.
The guy you’d thought wouldn’t hurt a fly was now stalking towards you, blood pooling on the end of his silver blade and staining your carpet.
Your boyfriend’s blood.
“Hey, it’s okay. Please don’t cry, sweetheart, I would never, ever hurt you,” he leaned down to where you were curled in the corner, tears running tracks down your cheeks.
The feel of his leather glove against your cheek was rough and damp, bloody handprint marking your skin when he pulled away.
“Don’t you see? It had to be this way, it always had to be this way. He was a distraction. And an asshole! You know how many times I had to sit back and watch him disrespect you? Ignore you?”
He shook his head in disbelief, lost in his memories, and a look of dark anger clouded features you’d once thought so kind and gentle.
“See, I would never, ever treat you that way. I…I love you. I always have. And that’s what you deserve, okay? Someone like me, who loves you and cares for you, and would do fucking anything for you!”
His voice rose and you flinched, his face instantly softening.
“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to shout, I just…it makes me so angry, you know? But it doesn’t matter anymore, it’s over. Okay? He’s gone. I saved you. And now, now I can love you. The way you deserve to be loved.”
Your heart thumped, heat rising throughout your body uncomfortably as JJ slipped his hand free of his glove, sliding his bare skin along your exposed thigh.
You shoved down any lingering sense of desire, unable to comprehend how your stomach could swirl like it was when your boyfriend’s blood was still staining JJ’s face, when you could see the trail of destruction his savage attack had left throughout the house from the corner of your eye.
“I got it all planned, sweetheart. See, you and I? We’ve been having an affair, okay? I know, I know, it’s a little unsavoury, but we’ll make it work. And that drug-addicted psycho over there?” He jabbed the knife in the direction of where your boyfriend now lay still, just out of sight. “He found out. And he went crazy. And I had to protect you. I had to do it. Understand?”
Your lip trembled as he stared down at you expectantly.
“Do you understand?” He asked again, thumb trailing over your mouth.
You nodded, and his face split in a bright grin, so warm you almost wondered if the last twenty minutes had been a dream.
“Good girl. We gotta make it look real though, okay? You gotta rough me up a little. But don’t worry. I like it rough.”
I was sitting in my bed randomly scrolling through my phone when JJ walked back into our bedroom. “Babe.” I looked up to see him nervously fidgeting just inside the door to our bedroom. “Yeah babe?” He rubbed his arm shifts his weight as he tells me, “our daughter is crying right now because she heard you screaming and she wanted to make sure you were okay.” I try to hide the smirk sliding onto my face as I looked at him. “I was screaming?” JJ looks up at me, lightly smiling like he was both proud and nervous. “Yeah so I think you should go talk to her.” I smirk at him and tilt my head, “why don’t you go talk to her?” He walks toward the bed, sitting on the edge and turning to face me. “I tried, she’ll only talk to you to be sure you’re okay.” I laughed, getting up from the bed and getting dressed, trying to tame my long hair before I placed a kiss on his lips, heading down the hall to my daughters room. As I got closer, I could hear her sobbing while she laid in her bed. I walked into her room and sat on her bed, rubbing her back. “What’s wrong?” Her little vice replied, “I heard you screaming, I wanted to know what’s wrong, but nobody was answering me!” I tried to hold back a snicker and a smile, softly rubbing her back and trying to comfort her. “Our door was closed baby, I’m so sorry.” “Like you were hurt or something.” I tried to hold back another smile, knowing I was far from hurt. “Oh no, sweetheart, I’m not hurt! Mama is okay. I’m sorry that scared you, I thought you were asleep.” I continued to rub her back as she cried, slowly calming down and rolling toward me, “I also heard you ordering pizza..” This time, I did laugh. I brushed her hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Yes I was, baby. How about I lay with you until it gets here? You can eat a piece with dad and I and then go to bed?” She nodded her had vigorously, pulling me into a hug.
