there is absolutely nothing that rafe craves more than to fuck you, his best friend's little sister. he knows it is wrong, but he can't help himself when you're so fucking pretty, always wandering around in those cute little skirts and tops you like to wear, round tits almost spilling out of the thin fabric.
god, he's so obsessed with you.
you're always in his mind, all the fucking time, the thought of you haunting him every night when he goes to bed. and every single one of those nights, he ends up jerking off at the thought of you, like a bloody perv, to be able to finally fall asleep.
he knows topper'd kill him if he ever finds out about his massive crush on his baby sister, but that fact doesn't stop him from getting you alone in your guest bathroom as soon as the alcohol knocks your brother out cold on the couch. and now he has your gorgeous body pinned against the sink, the party still in full swing outside in your house while you two sloppily make out.
he's hard as a rock inside his slacks just by kissing you, the taste of your cherry chapstick lingering in your plump lips, as if you weren't just sweet enough already. it doesn't help his case the way you're whimpering so prettily into his mouth, your body arching against his as he grips your hips tightly, which has the silky fabric of your skirt all crumpled.
he tears his lips away from yours, panting heavily as he stares down at you with pure lust in his eyes. "fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful..." he reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "listen to me, baby."
you hum dumbly in response, not really paying attention to what he's saying, you just want his lips back on yours so, so bad. your small hands fist his expensive polo, bambi eyes staring shamelessly at his mouth as you watch him talk; his words not really registering.
"hey. hey, sweetheart, eyes up here..." he taps your chin with his finger. "i need you to tell me that you want this too, a'right?"
your dazed eyes dart up to meet his blue ones while you nod obediently, your thick, long lashes fluttering in his direction. "i want it, rafe," you mutter softly, pretty voice filling in the silence of the bathroom.
his eyes darken, pupils dilating when he hears the words he's been longing to hear for months now and the intensity of his gaze makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. "that's a good girl..."
before you know it, he has you bent over the countertop, skirt pulled up 'round your waist as he fucks your pussy with his thick fingers to stretch you out. you've got the tightest cunt he's ever put his digits into, which has his cock throbbing painfully in anticipation.
despite how bad he needs to sink into you, he forces himself to give you at least one orgasm with his fingers before he yanks his pants down and slowly pushes his dick inside your sopping hole, the feeling almost too good to be real. he thrusts into you one time, two, then three, your pussy squelching lewdly around him, and his whole body feels on fire.
is this what heaven feels like? yeah, it probably is.
he'd fuck you dumb, big hand shoving your pretty face against the cool marble as he pounds your pussy into oblivion until you're creaming all over his dick, flushed cheeks stained with tears.
"such a good girl f’me," he praises as he pulls out to finish on your plush ass, thick ropes of cum painting your smooth flesh.
little kids in their costumes, giant treat bags ready to be full by the end of the night, and parents dreading the sugar rush after it all.
you were smiling wide, sat on the porch steps besides rafe holding you close and guarding the bucket of candy in front of you.
"i can't believe you actually splurged on king size candy bars. it's ridiculous," he groaned, looking down at you through his mask.
little red riding hood and the big bad wolf... it was just one out of a few couple costumes you had put together for halloweekend.
"hey, it's our first halloween that we get to hand out candy. better start off our candy reputation with a bang," you shrugged, waving at little kids skipping up the pathway.
"the hell does that even mean—"
rafe was cut off by three minions yelling trick or treat!
he only chuckled and shook his head before tossing one candy bar into each of their treat bags.
"happy halloween, minions." giggling, you both watched them run off again.
"this is not fun. we have like... two more hours of this before the party starts. and you shooting down my idea of scaring kids makes this ten times more boring, sweetheart." he hung his head back, arms propped behind him.
"just because you're dressed as the big bad wolf doesn't mean you have to act like one," you teased, glancing back at him.
"oh, i'll be the wolf, alright," he murmured as he sat up, arms wrapping around your waist. his fingers found your sides and you dissolved into giggles.
you squirmed, pushing at his chest, but he only leaned in, pretending to bite at your shoulder through the mask.
"rafe! cut it out!" you gasped, kicking and laughing all at once.
trick or treat!
the next group to approach was a full-on incredibles family. the mom balanced a chubby baby on her hip, the little brother nearly vibrating with excitement at the candy, and the dad trying (and failing) to settle him down. their daughter looked between you and rafe with the sweetest smile.
"i love your costume! you're so pretty!" she announced, stepping forward with her bag open.
"aww, thank you, honey! happy halloween," you replied, placing a candy bar in her bag and then in each of her brothers'.
as the family walked away, rafe turned to look down at you, smirking behind the mask. "we're totally stealing that costume idea. we'll put it to good use in a few years."
raising an eyebrow at him, "you're ridiculous, rafe. obviously, our first family costume will be the avengers." you reached up, moving his mask out of the way to kiss his cheek, leaving a red mark.
"god, i love you." he leaned in, kissing you straight on the lips.
"ewww!"
you both turned in silence.
trick or treat... a toddler coincidentally dressed as spider-man paused, scowled at your kiss, grabbed a candy bar, and ran back to his mother like his feelings had been personally hurt.
"thank you, mister and miss!" he yelled, waving as he disappeared around the corner.
you and rafe turned toward each other and fell into laughter.
"that right there?" rafe murmured, slipping his hand to your hip. "that’s my future. and it looks pretty damn bright. happy halloween, baby."
— a/n: wrote this in like under two hours (i’m very tedious LMAO) but i’m HOPING to post one blurb a day this week in honor of the loml, halloween :) kisses love you alllll
Rafe fucks you so deep in side shots that you’re reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth as your body gives out beneath him. Hot tears stream down your face with every brutal thrust, and when he grabs your chin to steady you, he drags his tongue slowly from your jaw up to your damp cheek, savoring the salt of your tears. “I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice taunting, “but you’re doing so fucking well for me.” Your cunt pulses around him and his grip tightens, forcing you to look at him even as your vision blurs, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “Such a pretty little mess… all ruined and wrecked just the way I like you.” But then his mouth softens against your temple, his thrusts still relentless as he whispers, “My mess. Always mine.”
note — dedicated to my wife ( @dearapril ), something soft & cute like u my angel <3
masterlist, obx minilist
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Your husband smiled softly at your sleeping form, your pretty fingers poking out from the blanket burrito you’d bundled yourself in the night before. He chuckled to himself as he expertly tied his tie, remembering how you’d refused to share a single blanket with him from your mound.
Straightening his collar in the floor length mirror, he glanced back at you, mentally reminding himself to mess up his tie on his way home (he liked playing dumb so you’d do his tie for him, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration everytime, cute, the perfect spot for him to place a kiss between).
He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before padding downstairs to put his shoes on.
Rafe exhaled a shaky breath as he shut the door behind him, he’d never been to an event without you since you’d started dating so this truly scared the shit out of him. If it were up to Rafe, you’d both be a mess of limbs by now, lost under your weighted blanket. But, unfortunately, you were ill and he couldn’t worm his way out of this one.
As he drove, he hummed the latest song you’d been obsessed with, reminded of all the times you sang in the car and your voice became more and more breathier as he slipped his hand under your dress. God he missed you.
The blonde twisted his golden band anxiously, stepping into the ball.
Omg imagine this rafe x Reader but its a love Island USA au rafe character is like rob and readers well she's like herself shy and awkward different to the confident baddies since reader is only in it for the money since she's a college student (probably round the age of 18-19 or 20) and of course this is gonna contain smut maybe when there in their assigned room.I'm not sure if you've watched it or not so its okay if you don't wanna write it. ❤️
how i imagine love island!rafe
shut up!!!! you match my freak because whenever i watch love island (uk cause your girl is a british babe) i always think about how the obx boys would go about things
ahhh this is less of a drabble but more word vomit but i might do one for each of the boys cause i love this!!
rafe is definitely a bombshell who comes in like within the first couple of weeks. he is immediately very drawn to you just because of your calming presence is such a refresher in the high intensity atmosphere so it really relaxes him and just helps him breathe
i feel like he wouldn’t really get to know anyone beside a couple of chats here and there when he comes in initially but he already knows his head is with you, so he chooses you at a recoupling and it’s very smooth sailing in there
the only time an issue really comes about is in the beginning of your situation, when he starts getting annoyed at you for speaking to any new male bombshell even though you’d only been coupled up for a little while HOWEVER it gets squashed very very easily and you both set boundaries with each other
you both gain a reputation for being the horniest in the villa (think tasha and andrew s8) because all the islanders come out saying you guys are soooo loud in bed, mainly just oral - a mix of some light fingering and handjobs
this causes you guys to be picked for the hideaway very quickly and you of course you go the full way - the sex is very typical in rafe cameron style, hard rough thrusts that have your eyes rolling back. the public love you for the most part, just worry about rafe’s attitude when he’s angry
rafe is many things but a cheater is not one of them, so casa is very very hard for him because he misses you so bad, def just sleeps on the daybeds and looks at pictures of you and obviously vice versa, you’re recoupling is so so cute and just boosts the love for you guys from the public more
he skips all the exclusive stuff and just goes straight into asking you to be his girlfriend, he doesn’t do it in an overly grand way but he does make it very very special
i feel like you guys wouldn’t win just because some people are worried that rafe is too intense for you but that’s a small minority, so you end up placing 2nd or 3rd but it’s fine cause rafe’s loaded anyways
get in, loser || simp!classmate!rafe x mean!popular!reader
summary : admiration ? too light. obssession ? not enough. devotion ? perfect treatment.
warnings : +18 content. minors dni. smut. oral. sub!rafe (boy toy). act of devotion. public masturbation. p in v. verbal humiliation. lollipop. facesitting. mean girls. a lot of teasing. fingers sucking. a bit of cum eating. be aware of the warnings before reading. very pink content, i'm sorry.
author's note : i just wanted to write another thing about them...this is highly depraved.
you never had a boyfriend and you’ve never wanted one because you didn’t know how it would serve you. you already had everything, you didn't need a man by your side to be the center of attention. you were the perfect replica of the mean girls from the cult films of the 2000s. you could just as easily be a Regina George or a Jennifer Check. the world revolved around you, which meant that without you, everything fell apart.
and above all you didn't need a boyfriend because you had a boy toy now. rafe cameron. he was so obedient and docile, well he was especially so because you were a good mistress.
he didn't listen to you because he was afraid of you, but because he would do anything for you. he lived by your rules and your principles.
and today you wanted to have fun. it was the last day of school before the weekend and you were wearing one of his favorite t-shirts, a white tank that allowed him to see the size of your boobs and your perked nipples through the clothing. but above all, you didn't wear a bra so they swayed in slow motion with each of your steps. the way they were slowly bouncing simultaneously pressed together in the fabric while you walked towards him, phone in hand.
you wore a plump gloss which gave volume to your lips, but above all which made your mouth so luscious and shiny.
when you sat next to him, he shifted slightly but mostly stared at you because it wasn't usual. you were always near your girlfriends, you always took care to ignore him in class and even in public. you loved playing with his feelings. as a bitch, you were good at this.
you loved laughing with your girlfriends watching him while knowing he would feel miserable and pathetic because he would never know if it was him you were talking about. you loved getting him hard before going to class just to see him squirm in his chair, and be unable to form two sentences in front of the teacher without stammering. but above all, you loved being cruel, pretending through messages that you were going to touch him, suck him, drive him crazy to finally change your mind in front of him. “oh really? when did i say that? you know, i'm very confused. "
"o-on...by message..."
"are you saying i'm a liar, cameron?" you approached him threateningly, your eyebrows furrowed and your pout upset, forcing him to step back because your heels kicked on the ground was quietly intimidating. “oh you're gonna cry, stupid ? "
he softened himself, thinking that you will be kind to him. his shoulders slumped and he swallowed hard. you slid your mouth next to his ear. “you should, loser. ”
his eyes were in tears as you were playing your favorite game — bully him. sometimes you could be such a whore. but you were also terribly hot and he hated as much as he loved the effect you had on him.
you bust out laughing, before running a hand through his hair to gently pat his head. “I was kidding. don't be mad at me...or let me do something for you..." you pushed his hand into your panties. “do your job. and you better do it well. ”
he shaked his head vividly, as you could feel his fingers making their way to your pussy. he loved being inside you so much, even if it was just his hand. but sometimes you managed to make him so sick because you purposely didn't whine just to make him frustrated. you watched him exhaust himself with a puppy glaze, his completely soaked fingers thrusting in and out, fucking you deep, pooling your own wetness out of your cunt while fingering you. “h-he…lp…” he pleaded, his own saliva running down his chin.
and you stood there with your lips sealed while he moaned against the side of your face because it felt so good. but it was also hard for you to contain all the spasms and pleasure that was coursing through your body. you were forced to control yourself, to not show anything while his fingertips moved back and forth inside your walls, slamming down your canal. his cock was so hard in his pants. it was terribly painful at this point. and you didn't care. all that frustration you inflicted on him, he took it out on the sex doll in his room. all the cum you didn't let him implode was going to be released in this girl's pussy.
today, you sat next to him, placing your bag noisily on his table.
“I thought you didn’t want us to be seen together. " he commented.
" oh don't worry. I told my friends I was doing charity today. " you replied.
class had started and you had a lollipop in your mouth for a few minutes. and you knew very well that Rafe was unable to concentrate on what the teacher was saying when you were sucking that shit so close to him, with your sticky tongue latched on over the candy. you were making discreet but obscene noises. it was a classic cherry lollipop.
his cheeks had heated. you twisted your tongue around the candy, playing with it a little.
your muscle curled around the lollipop like you did so well around his cock, a few dripping licks had been liberally placed while you pretended to concentrate on the lesson.
“get your dick out.“ you ordered. “i want to have fun.”
you didn't need to say it twice before his cock was released, springing free against his thighs. you don't know why you were always so amazed at his size. However, you had already seen it several times. but damn, that was the only thing he could dethrone you on. his heavy cock hung in the air, precum beading at the red tip.
he wore the cock ring that you ordered him to wear. “you're gonna be even bigger, loser. “you encouraged him.
you pushed the lollipop out of your lips to bring it to the glistening tip of his dick. you used the side of the candy to feel the precum wetting the sugar with amusement. you let the substance soak into the candy before letting it run down his erect shaft. you aimed the sweet treat at his penis, tracing the hard veins that ran along his member, while teasing him softly with the edible part of the stick.
you stroked his cock with the lollipop, teasing his entire length. you drove the candy over his hardened cock, watching the blood pressure enlarge his thick veins. the lollipop was so small next to it. when the candy had been completely wet and dripping, between a mixture of cum, sugar and saliva, you had slipped it between Rafe's lips. you pushed it against his tongue, forcing him to gasp over it, before applying pressure to his cheeks with your fingers to watch him swallow.
but you weren't finished, you wanted more. you spat discreetly into your hand before wetting his entire cock. you wanted to please him a little so you gave him this handjob he dreamed of in class. you fisted him up and down, feeling him grow in your grip, while you worked all dick. his balls were hard and heavy, perfectly caged between his legs.
he was trying so badly to hide his urge to moan, his lips were twisted and tense, his teeth buried inside his bottom one. he squirmed in his chair, his tummy twitching hard from the pleasure. you were so good with your hand. while you stroked him, you loved to tighten your fingers around him. it was at this moment that his gasps were more intense and that you started to pump him faster. the speed of your movements let him so weak, as cries rolling down his cheeks.
he was so pretty when he was about to explode. “ is your dick hard for me, or because you're enjoying being a pussy ? ” you murmured right in his ear.
strangely, you let him take your virginity on the same day. after you invited him to your house. and then there was no one at home, no evidence, no traces. no one would know.
“get on the bed. ” you commanded. “ you've got such a pretty face, will you let me sit on it ? i know you will because you will do anything to please me. ”
he obeyed in a second and you undressed. you had taken off all of your clothes before sitting on his face. you had always dreamed of doing this and this was the perfect opportunity.
“now, it's your choice. you can be a good boy that makes me cum with his tongue...or just a good dog that only knows how to lick. show me how you want to be treated. ”
" y-yes...yes..i just want to make you feel good." he just pleaded, before being silenced by the contact of your pussy on his lips.
you were heavy. but in such a good way, he was so turned on by the way you were sitting on him, pressuring the weight of your body on his mouth, making yourself a seat on his face while he was already lapping at your soaked folds, tearing your lips apart with his tongue and starting to licks at your parts. your taste was so sweet, filled with the froth of his saliva. you began to rub yourself, pushing your cunt deeper inside his mouth to muffle his pathetic wimps. his voice was so needy.
as you were fucking his whole face, your asscheeks was brushing his nose, making him even more horny. his dick was thick, literally twitching over his flat tummy. the hard lines of his muscles were swollen.
you couldn't help but moan, but you wouldn't dare saying his name. he was lapping with such devotion, feeding your greedy cunt with needy and fat laps. his tongue was inside you, ruining your walls with appetite. he was drooling at the corner of his mouth, and on the underside of your butt.
it was as if his tongue only belonged inside you. you tried to stay in control even though you couldn't deny the pleasure that consumed you. “It feels so good..." you had escaped, holding your breasts in the palm of your hands.
you gripped the sheets when he started to get wilder in the thrusts of his tongue. your body moved in sync. as he was below you, you took the opportunity to move your ass above him, lightly slapping his face with the jiggles of your cheeks. oh god, he was so pathetic, completely hard being crushed under your weight, having his face below your soaked pussy, being covered in your wetness and drool, having his cock painfully hard and leaking, because his mouth was fucked. you could feel his heavy breath coating the heat of your core.
he had cum all over his own stomach, and you rolled your eyes. it wasn't the first time he came without warning, it was so compulsive for him. he couldn't control it.
you lay down next to him before collecting the cum on his tummy, teasing the sticky white steam with your fingers before plunging them inside your pussy. you filled yourself with his releasing, your two eyes on him, white loads leaking at your entrance. “ are you gonna Fuck me or do I need to make all the job by myself ? ”
“ i-i…”
“ such a pathetic boy, can't even speak properly with his mouth. ”
you spread your legs, and he came closer. he was so needy that he was nervous. his hands were shaking, barely able to hold his throbbing cock. you had to wait a few minutes before he slipped inside you. he whimpered all his way to your walls at the comfort of your pussy around him.
because he couldn't wait any longer, he conducted several forceful thrusts into the deep of your core. he could see his own cum floating with your wetness at the outline of your swollen cunt. his cries was loud as he pounded into you deeper, making sure he strikes your spot everytime. he was sweating, a drop of sweats watering from his torso. your legs was locked againt his arms as he was fucking you like he ever dreamed of.
his breathing was running shorter and shorter as the heat was stronger. he sunk every inch of his dick in your hole.
he never fucked a girl and he didn't know if he was doing good but his head was empty. all his neurons were dead and it was all about sex and pleasure. and you were nothing better, all dumb by his fat cock, his merciless length feeding your insides. his face was hidden in your neck, his lips salivating on your flesh. " i-i-m...cu..a-aah..plea.se…"
it wasn't already more than ten minutes but he couldn't help. he could cum literally every five minutes inside you, because of his urges, because of the way you make him feel. you were stuffed hard, all his shaft buried in your canal. every hard back and forth left his dick all red and sticky while he was leaving beads of cum on your slit. “ that's a good boy. ” you praised, biting your lower lips. “ but now, are you gonna make me cum ? ”
you wrapped a hand around his throat while he was on top of you. you let him fuck you and abuse your cervix. when he felt your fingers around his neck, it completely turned him on. and all his thrusts had become even more intense as he was increasing the pace. your stomach was spiraling, and his eyes were glued to that.
“h-harder..please..." he was begging at you from more pressure.
"such a freak..." you replied, before wrapping his neck tighter.
your grip was now tight around his throat, his eyes rolled back as he was still fucking you raw, all your pussy milking him. you were draining him. the blue of his gaze was perfect, shiny in the light of the room because of tears. he exploded again and again until his dick start to play difficult to fuck you another round.
he was so handsome.
it wasn't your habit but you kept him in your arms. you felt the need to be nice to him after all his efforts. he was still sweltering and sweating, his body decorated with cute red marks, and you couldn't help but smile.
“hey, you did so good for me. i'm proud, very proud. ” you gently said.
your compliments had given him chills. and his tears had again welled up in his eyes.
“please, cameron.stop being a crybaby. ” you sighed with an annoying tone. “god instead of cries, i should hear how grateful you are to let you fuck me. ”
“thanks...y-you...”
“if your friends saw you like that..." you scoffed. "and if they saw you like that..." you whispered against his ear. "I can already hear the gossip...oh and your father, what would he think of you?"
you felt him shiver under your touch. “that's why you need to be kind with me, rafe. but you're a good boy, aren't you? say it, say it to me. "
“I'm...your good boy. ” he cried out with a gasp, shaking tears on his cheeks.
“ look at yourself, not only are you a good boy, rafe cameron but you're also such a pathetic thing. this is why i need to make you mine. all mine.”
you stood up to take a red marker and marked on his back with permanent ink. “ y/n’s private property. "
“now, i wish you luck in hiding that you belong to me. “
he grimaced. “ do you understand what it means ? you have my name on your fucking back. and you will have such a hard time removing it. you wanted to be obsessed with me ? fine, because now i leave you no choice than being devoted to me. you wake up, it's me. every time you jerk off, it's me. everything you think, it's me. everytime you breathe, it's me. i want everyone on that fucking island to know which pussy make you so dumb and pathetic. is it clear ? ” your hands were gripping around his throat as you spoke.
he nodded his head like a good sub.
“ words. ”
“ yes…i just…i just want you. ” he sobbed, your hands around his neck making it difficult for him to answer properly.
“ so what are you thinking right now ?”
“ you. ” he replied with such a pretty feverish tone.
“ good answer, little boy. ” you praised, while giving him a little pat on the cheeks. “ now, who do you like ? ”
“ you. it's you. ” he repeated.
“ do you want me ? ”
“ i want you. ” he confessed, moving into the space of your spreaded legs. his head was now on your lap, while you stroked his hair gently. “ i need you…” he continued.
“ of course, you need me. i'm the only one to care about you. ” when you rubbed his bottom lip, feeling the sweet wetness of his drool against your thumb, he let out a soft moan before opening his mouth, allowing you to brush fingers in his tongue.
his gaze was precious, a bit teary as his whole mouth was starting to suck your fingertips. his lips were moving faster around your fingers, taking them to the back of his warm tongue. you loved to watch your digits disappear on the side of his muscle, the sucking sounds filling the room as you could feel him grow again in his pants. he was whining at the feeling of pleasure, keeping your fingers in his mouth.
“ mmh…stay like that. i want to take some pictures…” you said in your casual mean girl tone. “ you know, baby…for sleepovers with my girlfriends , we really need something to make fun of and nothing makes us laugh more than pathetic men. ”
your gaze went down his thighs. “ oh god, i'm gonna take such beautiful pictures…please, continue to make your dick leak. soak yourself, show them how pretty you are. i want them to be jealous of what we have. ”
"c'mon, baby, just real quick before we go. you look so pretty right now. need you so bad," he pleaded, his hands already grabbing at you to remove your clothes, and of course, who are you to say no to your boyfriend when he looks so sexy and is asking you so sweetly?
but, you're soon reminded of the fact that rafe doesn't do "quick" when it comes to you because before you know it, he's losing himself in your pretty pussy, dragging his length in and out of your drooling walls as your little moans and whimpers fill the room.
"that's right, baby. just relax and let me take care of you," he'd coo softly, your brain too far gone to register his words, and just like that, the party you had spent so long convincing rafe to let you go to—his stipulation that you bring him along and don't leave his side at all throughout the night nonnegotiable—was forgotten.
and somehow, despite the fact that this happens every time you want to go somewhere that rafe doesn't want you to go or that wasn't his idea, you fall for his empty promises of "being quick" every. single. time, just as rafe plans. after all, he'd much rather keep his pretty little girlfriend fucked dumb on his dick than out in the real world where people men can look at what's his.
youre sat on the porch of the chateau, alone, for the fourth day in a row. no one had came back. no one had texted. not even a little pre warning about going after a lead on the gold, nothing!
its been constant tears, unable to let go of the teddy bear JohnB got you on your first date, whimpering into its matted fur as your eyes continuously scan around for any sign of the twinkie or any of your friends. nothing. you decide to text johnb for the millionth time, fingers shaking as you try and make some what understandable sentences.
you 3:42pm
im aorry for anythin i did wrong jus pls come home pls
why are non of you. answerinwhat did i do wrong
johmbee please answer i don like it anymore its not funny
you throw your phone down as you start to sob again, its almost routine now. wake up, text everyone especially johnb, cry when they dont answer, force down some food, sit on the porch and cry until its dark, go to sleep, repeat.
you dont notice the sound of the twinkies engine until it stops, the vans door slamming and followed by a devastated sound from johnb. your head snaps up, face crumbling as you stagger to your feet, tumbling into his chest.
"fuck, puppy, hi there baby, s'okay. oh, sweetie, m'so sorry-" he rasps into your hair, holding you as close as humanly possible.
"wh-where were you?!" you wail, pulling at his shirt and pushing at his chest "i- you di'n't text or call or leave a note! you- gone f'f-four days! four days!" you babble, knees almost buckling but thankfully he manages to scoop you up in time. the rest of the group are all dragging themselves inside, JJ dropping a friendly little kiss to the back of your head and a quiet "hey pooch." as he strides past. they all know to keep their distance as johnb carries your trembling self inside, beelining to the bedroom.
only once your curled up in his lap does he start to explain, firm hands grounding you "i promise if it was safe i wouldve told you every little detail, baby. i couldnt risk your safety, alright? had some real scary people after us, an i wasnt 'bout to let them getcha. your safe now, an i aint never doin that again, okay bubba? you don' gotta be upset anymore, daddy's here" his voice is a soft rumble, lulling you to slump against him with soft sniffles.
"i th-thought you hated me." you rasp, whimpering brokenly as his warm hand moves to gently pull your waistband up with soft coos of comfort. thick fingers start to steadily rub circles over your panties, shushing you gently as he coaxes at your clit. he needs you calm, and he knows just what you need to be grounded - pulled back to reality, to him. always.
"could never hate you, y'my baby, yeah? lets get you nice and calm, bubba, open em wide for daddy."
hiii sorry this is kinda shitty, jus been day dreaming abt daddy jb and wanted to try writing again :33 enjoy, comment reblog etc!!
