Mini summary: you looked too good holding that baby, and now rafe’s got one thing on his mind — you, him, and the mess of wanting more.
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Rafe had been on edge all night, and you couldn’t figure out why. He barely touched his drink, barely responded to Sarah’s chatter, barely even looked at JB. But when you picked up Sarah and JB’s baby—tiny little fists curling around your finger, soft coos pressed against your chest—you felt it.
His stare burned through you, sharp and heavy, like he was memorizing the sight. You laughed it off, bouncing the baby gently, pretending you didn’t notice how tense he’d gone. But the weight of his eyes stayed with you all the way upstairs.
Now you knew why. Because the second the door shut, he was on you—hands gripping, mouth crashing, body caging yours like he’d snap if you slipped away. And then he was inside you, driving deep, fucking like a man who couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.
Pinned flat on your back, legs shoved wide apart, his hips snapped into yours again and again. His hand circled your throat, the other pressing your thigh back until it burned. He was brutal, desperate, fucking you like he needed to brand you from the inside out.
“Rafe—fuck—” you gasped, nails raking hard down his back.
He groaned raggedly, burying himself to the hilt, grinding so deep you cried out. His mouth dragged along your ear, his voice shaking with filth and want.
“Take it all,” he growled. “Every drop. I’m gonna put a baby in you, doll.”
The words hit you like a fist to the chest. For a split second, you froze—your mind screaming no, that’s insane, he can’t mean that, he can’t—
But your body betrayed you instantly. Heat shot through you, your cunt tightening around him so hard he groaned. A whimper slipped past your lips, humiliating and raw.
“God. No. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t let — fuck — you — talk like this. I shouldn’t let you do this to me.” But you wanted it. You wanted his baby. “I want it.” You cried out.
His cock was buried so deep, stretching you, pounding into that place that made you see stars—and with his words echoing in your head, it was like your body flipped a switch. The thought of him filling you, keeping you, claiming you from the inside out… it lit you up.
“Oh fuck,” he snarled when he felt you clench. His grin twisted dark, triumphant. “You like that? You want me to fuck my cum so deep it sticks?”
“Rafe, fuck—yes.” You sobbed out.
“You do.” His hips slammed forward, slow and punishing, making you choke on a cry. “Your pussy’s choking me—don’t you dare lie.” You shook your head, tried to say no, but it came out a broken moan. “You do,” he hissed again, voice cracking, thrusts brutal. “Your body knows. Wants me to breed you, make you mine forever.”
Every thrust knocked logic out of you. You wanted to scream that it was filthy, that he was insane—but instead, your nails carved down his shoulders and your legs locked around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
“I want a baby! Please Rafe!”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, hips snapping harder, faster. “Knew it. Knew you’d love it. Thought about you all day, holding that baby. You’d look so fucking beautiful, round with mine. Glowing for me.”
Tears pricked hot at the corners of your eyes as his words twisted inside you, mixing with the relentless friction, the deep ache of him grinding right against your core.
“Please,” you sobbed, the word breaking in your throat. “Please give it to me.”
“Say it.” His forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down between you. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. “Say you want it. Say you want me to fill you up, keep you dripping for me.”
You whimpered, trying to hold out, trying to keep your dignity, but your body betrayed you again. Your nails dug deeper, your cunt clenched so hard he cursed, and your voice broke.
“I want a baby,” you gasped. “I want you—I want it so bad.”
“That’s my girl.” His voice cracked, deep and filthy. “Gonna make you mine forever. Gonna love you even more when you’re carrying our baby. Gonna watch you swell for me, glow for me. Fuck, I’ll be so in love I won’t ever let you go.”
That broke you. Your orgasm ripped through like lightning, raw and blinding. You screamed his name, legs shaking, body seizing around him as waves of heat rolled through you. He went with you, snarling into your neck as he slammed one last time, grinding as he spilled deep inside. His hips jerked, shoving every drop as far as he could get it.
“Fuck yes,” he panted, chest heaving, still buried to the hilt. “Take it all, doll. Keep it. Don’t waste a drop.”
You whimpered, trembling as his release leaked hot between your thighs. But Rafe didn’t move. He stayed inside, cock still heavy, keeping your hips locked to his.
One arm banded tight around your waist, the other cradled the back of your head, pulling you against him. He pressed his mouth to your temple, voice softer now, but no less obsessive.
“Stay like this. Keep me inside you. Wanna hold you full of me. Mine.”
Your breath hitched when you felt him throb again, still hard, still claiming. He stroked your stomach with the back of his hand, almost reverent.
“Gonna be so beautiful, doll. Round with my baby. Glowing for me. And I’ll be so fucking in love with you, I won’t let you lift a finger. You’ll be mine in every way.”
Tears spilled hot down your temples, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the overwhelming aftershocks, the filth, or the truth of it all.
Because you hadn’t known. You hadn’t expected it. But the way your body melted under his, the way your heart ached at his words—you realized you wanted it too.
And with Rafe still inside you, holding you down, refusing to let go, you didn’t even try to deny it.
summary: a panic attack forms due to your asthma after you watch your father’s boat go up in flames and jj brings you back to the surface.
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requested by anon
note: ask for angst and you shall receive! this is my first try at an angst fic so i hope it's alright. <3
ever since that party during the summer, you were growing closer and closer with jj everyday. you could say it was the best day of your life despite the fact topper almost drowned john b.
you were so sure john b would win since he was a pogue, strong, and rough around the edges. you hated that because you weren’t fond of topper and thrilled didn’t even begin to describe how you felt when your sister, sarah broke up with him and started dating john b.
a few people from school even thought they were probably the cutest couple in the town.
most people didn’t believe that, arguably so. many times you were given compliments when they mistook you and jj as a couple. funnily enough, you believed it was quite easy to think you were jj’s girlfriend.
on multiple occasions you were seen holding hands, jj hugging you from behind, or you sitting on his lap.
and rarely was it because the two of you liked each other. you knew jj liked you and vice versa, but neither of you wanted to admit it. you were worried it would ruin your friendship if the relationship didn’t work out and jj believed he wasn’t good enough for you even though he obviously is.
you and jj were always close and hanging off of each other out of comfort more than anything, besides the fact you liked each other. even though you weren’t friends for long, it was like you have been though.
you picked up on all of his fidgeting habits. like for example, when he was angry, he’d push a hand through his blonde curls. or when he was anxious, he’d pull out a blunt and smoke it. when he was stressed though, he’d put his hand into a fist and dig his nails into the palms of his hands.
that’s when you unclenched his hand and instead placed your hand over his and interlocked your fingers tightly together. you often brought him back to reality when you rubbed your thumb along his and gave the back of his hand a comforting kiss.
but right now, jj was the one comforting you. too many things happened at once. you ran down the dock with sarah. one second you and your sister were pleading for your dad not to leave and then the next, the boat blew up and you were in shock and having a panic attack.
it was like your mind turned off and you were stuck in a body that wasn’t your own. you stood there with shaky knees and a shortness of breath.
jj immediately walked right up, standing right behind you and pulled you into his arms. “i’m so sorry.” he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your body and resting them above your hips. you leaned back into his chest and his head was in the crook of your neck.
it quickly all went downhill from there when jj noticed your body heaving up and down quickly. his eyes widened and he slowly turned your body around and you let him since you couldn’t do anything but just be there in the moment. your eyes never left the burning boat until you were fully turned.
jj put his hands on your face and looked into your eyes and you gazed into his blue ones that you loved so much. jj rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks and noticed that your eyes were glazed, taking it as a sign that you were checked out.
he dropped one of his hands and pressed his finger on your neck to check your pulse and could tell your heartbeat was low. it scared him that you couldn’t breathe correctly and not be able to focus on anything.
all you picture was your dad, the one that you were so close to and him blowing up inside the boat.
jj held you close to his body and kie noticed his distress. she took a step towards him while he frantically looked around for help. nobody noticed what was happening because their eyes were glued to the boat that was in flames.
“what do i do? she can’t breathe!” kie took the situation in front of her and then immediately ran off to find a paramedic with pope following closely behind. jj knew you had asthma and yelled, “anybody have an inhaler?” he was met with shrugs and that was the breaking point that had him coming apart at the seams.
trying one last thing, jj pulled you back from his body and put both hands on your
shoulders. you watched him as he coached you to breathe. “breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth like this, watch.” demonstrating with teary eyes. a tear managed to escape and it fell from his eye but he didn’t notice, completely focused on you.
they fell down his face and out of everything, that’s what brought you back. seeing him cry didn’t sit well with you. you breathed in and out a few times, following his instructions while he did the same to make sure you continued.
when jj felt confident you could finally breathe he let out a deep breath, feeling his shoulders sink down and no longer feeling a weight pressing on his heart. “i thought i was going to lose you baby.”
you tried to form a word but you didn’t have the strength to speak up so instead you whispered, “never.”
“i can’t go by another day without you being mine y/n, please be mine?” he asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable. you nodded and he leaned in to give you a soft kiss you but of course kie ruined the moment when pushed an inhaler in your face.
"y/n" he said hearing your heels clank on the wooden floor.
the panic and happiness came out of Rafe's voice when he saw you, in that red dress, he hadn't seen you for over a year you both left off on bad terms ending everything in a fight jumping off the boat with the pogus and staying on the island, running away from your issues, but you knew you couldn't hide forever. Widen eyes you speed over to him wrapping your arms around his neck, you were born a pogu that never changes even if your best friends and brother, hated the idea of you sneaking around with Rafe, with all he did but Rafe didn't get left unpunished because that was what the argument was about. Holding you in his arms lifting you up in the air your feet dangling pulling away acting like nothing happened, "I thought you died" he said twirling the cup of rum making you chuckle to yourself
"you can't get rid of me that easily, Rafe" teasing him a smile turned on his lips, but fear struck your stomach again "where are we Rafe" you said trying to hold it together, but he knew better.
"I don't know Love" he said making you chuckle "I miss you" you said honestly by making him look up from his glass, "did you miss me?" That simple question made the tough man nod,
jj is extremely proud of pope. like, shout it off a rooftops, tell everyone proud. he’s so proud of pope when he gets into university that he kisses him in the kitchen, in front of kie and john b and sarah. and when pope graduates, he tells all his friends and anyone who will listen, even complete strangers, my boyfriend just graduated from university! and when pope gets the job of his dreams, jj calls john b to brag about how well pope is doing and john b is happy too. pope is doing well in life and jj wants everyone to know it. not to brag, but because he’s so damn proud of his boyfriend.
alternatively, pope is so proud of jj, even if he doesn’t tell stranger about it. when jj decides to not go to university, pope waits until they’re alone and kisses jj, saying i’m very proud of you, and i love you very much. when jj gets a job just after high school, not a very good one but it pays well and jj is happy enough it it, pope brings home a cake, store bought as a surprise, the flavour jj loves but no one seems to remember. and when jj gets a promotion and eventually, a much better, more fun job, pope kisses me again and again and tells him how proud he is and jj melts, because he hasn’t acknowledged like that in years. and sometimes, when pope and kie are talking on the phone and she brings up jj, he talks on and on about how well jj is doing because he’s so proud of him.
Description: After John B and Sarah are gone and Ward was able to get the gold off the Island Pope feels the most defeated he ever has. He’s losing control of his friendships, his family, and his life. He slips into the unhealthy habits of his best friend, JJ. Y/N doesn’t like the person he has become, but what can she even say to start to make it better. TW// Drug use
A/N: I had this idea out of nowhere when rewatching Outer banks recently. Pope is so complex to me and I had a hard time trying to encompass him in this, so any feedback that you have would be so so appreciated. I promise I am working on collision and request this is just a lil break because all my requests are JJ (not that I am complaining haha). As always my Requests/asks/messages are open :)
It had been a few solemn days since Ward Cameron had flown off with the gold and John B and Sarah’s disappearance. The two young teenager’s fates hung like an unsolved mystery heavy over the rest of the pogues. The conspiracies that each person had come up with circled everyone’s thoughts anytime a silence fell over the group. The group felt utterly defeated at the loss of their friend, their brother. They lost the gold to the same man that sealed the fate of John B, angering them even more.
“I don’t even understand why Ward needed that gold so bad!” JJ said kicking the logs in the fire. The logs fell creating a flash of flames. The group flinched slightly at the sudden heat, causing JJ to step back, falling into his respective camping chair. “He’s already rich as fuck anyway.” He scoffed. He pulled a joint from his pockets placing it between his fingers and lighting it. We were used to JJ getting high to deal with the thoughts that overtook his brain. JJ wasn’t JJ without ‘taking the edge off.’
What did surprise me was how Pope leaned forward, skillfully taking the lit joint from JJ’s hand. He leaned back in his chair, bringing it to his lips. He took a visibly large hit, only letting out a few shallow coughs. He closed his eyes letting the feeling wash over him. JJ reached to take it back from him, only for Pope to pull it away from him. Kie and I shared a worried glance with one another before looking back at the two boys on the other side of the fire.
“He’s just a greedy Kook. Rich people get richer, and we don’t. We aren’t the Camerons, we don’t get second chances. Ward robbed us of our one chance to make it rich.” Pope spoke, his voice coming out slow and his drawl becoming more prominent. He was on his fourth hit from JJ’s blunt, no longer flinching when he took a long drag. He finally offered the blunt back to JJ, who practically snatched it from his hand.
“I was trying to get you to relax bro, not hog my shit,” JJ mumbled. Pope just responded with a groan. I kept my eyes trained on the boy in front of me. He had been worrying me lately. He had to have a lot of emotions building up inside of him. He had expressed to us many times that growing up, he never really learned the proper way to deal with emotions. We all knew Heyward expected nothing but the best for Pope, pushing him to be the best version of himself that he could be. Somewhere along the way, I think Pope worked so hard that he lost part of who he was to his studies. All he wanted to do was making his parents proud. I think that is why the treasure hunt was so important for him. It was developmental for all of us, but it allowed Pope to have fun and open up to experiences outside of the textbook, to live the rebellious teenage life.
We were all quick to tell him to come with us, to stop worrying about the essay, the interview, or his dad. None of us thought about how that would affect him. He walked out of his scholarship interview, giving up his one-way ticket to a better life, just to help us. That is the kind of friend that Pope is. Since then it had been tearing the boy apart. He didn’t say much, but whenever Heyward had us packing orders at the shop I could hear the sly remarks made about how Pope had the opportunity for a better life, or how Heyward was angry that Pope let something so good slip from his fingers.
My heart hurt for the boy sitting in front of me. If that wasn’t enough he had to sit with the girl that he confessed his feelings to, only to have her push him away. Kie told me about the interaction almost as soon as it happened. Every time I would catch his eyes wandering to stop on her face, or he would follow in behind her, my stomach would drop. I would do anything for Pope, he knows that. After Kiara told me about their conversation at Tannyhill, I decided that I was going to push my feelings for Pope down to the pits of my brain and forget them, even though that hadn’t been happening lately.
I definitely did not have the best coping mechanisms for this, but JJ was always down to flirt with anyone. I started responding to JJ’s empty flirtatious remarks more often. They almost always caused the two of us and Kie to laugh, but Pope was always seemingly in another world. He was always one to have a witty one-liner or the perfect roast to knock JJ down a few pegs, but he was quiet now. His sense of humor fleeting the group.
“That’s…” Kie started, looking between the group, trying to see a reaction from Pope’s train of thought. “Dark.” she breathed.
Pope scoffed before promptly getting up from his spot by the fire and quickly walking toward the water’s edge. I looked at Kiara and JJ with a confused expression. She nodded her head in his direction signaling that I should follow. I knew that things between the two of them were tense, but every time Pope had gotten upset over the past few weeks my heart broke further and further. He was turning into a shell of himself from the overwhelming amount of rejection that he was feeling.
I found him, leaning against a tree at the edge of the woods, his head hung low, looking at the sharp rocks that formed the jetty. The closer I got the louder the water crashing to the rocks became, helping to drown out some of the loudest thoughts in my head. I approached the tall boy, bringing my hand up to his shoulder, beginning to rub it in a comforting manner.
He pulled his shoulder away from me with a shrug. He shook his head slightly, before looking away from me. It hurt like hell seeing him have this reaction to me simply trying to be there for him. I felt the tears prick my eyes, the events of the past few weeks coming back to fruition as I watched the broken boy in front of me. The moonlight was bouncing off his skin making him glow in the darkness of the moment.
I decided that being by the water was the only way that I would feel calm at this moment. Saltwater ran in all of our veins, the closer we were in proximity to the ocean making us feel more at home. I stepped out and onto the jetty. Looking back at Pope, trying to elicit anything that I could out of him. I held my hand out to him, urging him to follow me to the waves. As his hand slipped into mine, I pulled him further and further from the edge of the island. I felt a glimmer of hope in the way that he gripped my hand and the soft smile that graced his face as we clumsily made our way over the jagged, mismatched rocks.
We finally got the edge, finding a larger rock, suitable for the two of us to sit on. We sat on the rock, our arms and legs brushing against each other due to the limited space. Pope’s eyes were once again were trained on the water that flowed against the rocks underneath us. The silence was heavy for a while.
Pope finally starting to speak. “I’m sorry that I went off like that.” He sighed, leaning back onto his arms letting his head roll back with his eyes closed.
I didn’t respond immediately. I was distracted by the way that his demeanor had changed the anger that had held onto him moments ago was now replaced with sadness. The way that the solemn look on his face made me want nothing more than to melt into him. “You have every right to be upset, Pope,” I said reaching for his hand again. He let me pull it into my lap, holding it between the two of mine, my thumbs rubbing comforting lines, back and forth.
“It’s just so much. I don’t know how much I can handle. I am never enough.” He said. I felt his hand tense up as he lifted himself to sit up straight. “I have literally disappointed my father so much, he won’t even look me in the eye anymore Y/N. I gave up my one good shot to get outta here, at a better life, to help some damn treasure hunt!” He said the urgency in his voice. I was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to help him feel better. “I gave up everything and it still wasn’t enough for the others. They want me to help them with research and give up my time, that I need to earn back my father’s respect, to go on another goose chase.” He said scoffing.
“Hey,” I said forcing him to look at me. “They,” I said nodding my head back toward the other two. “May not get it, but I do. I realize that you gave up everything for your idiot friends. Me included.” I said, finally getting him to crack a slight smile. “And for what it’s worth, I appreciate every single sacrifice that you made through the entire treasure hunt, and I’m sure that if John B was here, he would too,” I said nudging his shoulder.
He let out a slight laugh at the mention of John B. It was always a toss-up to see how we all would react to the mention of him and Sarah, sometimes it was a reminiscent chuckle, sometimes it was a few straggling tears. “Don’t sell yourself short. We would have never found that well without both our brains.” He said nudging my shoulder back. I was happy to see a little more of the Pope that I know, the Pope that I loved, peeking through all the emotions again.
I laughed with him shortly before continuing. “As for your dad, he wants what’s best for you and I don’t think he knows exactly how to show his love for you, so he does it through pushing you to be better because he wished he had someone like that,” I spoke, recounting the time Heyward has told us about his family. I spoke softly trying not to overstep my boundaries.
Pope nodded his head in response, taking in what I had just told him. “I’m glad that they always send you after me.”
I snapped my head to look at him, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. I met his deep brown eyes, filled with every emotion that he was feeling. Reading over my expression he became nervous about his statement. “I mean after everything with Kie, I just figured that they sent you.” He spoke in a low, uncertain voice, shrugging his shoulder, suddenly insecure in the moment.
“No, I always come because I want to. Last time you stormed off, I practically pushed JJ off the dock to get to you.” I said giggling at the memory of the overdramatic boy we were speaking of. It was Pope’s turn to return my statement with knitted eyebrows, as his eyes searched my face for the meaning of my words.
“After Kie…” He said, his voice shaky and low. No one really talked about Pope confessing his feelings for Kiara, we all pretended like it was a fever dream and did not happen. I heard him swallow before continuing,” rejected me.” He said with a sigh. “She said that she wanted something different?” He said, his word coated with confusion themselves. “I just felt like no one really wanted me around, or wanted who I was.” Silence fell over us as I gripped his hands tighter involuntarily, hanging onto every word that left his mouth. Every word he spoke about Kie tearing at my heart. “I don’t love her like that though, I don’t know why I did it.” My heart wanted to shatter for him, but I settled for picking up the pieces to hand to him to put back together. He spoke, regret now evident in his voice. “I don’t why I am doing any of this. I’m getting drunk and high, picking fights, like I’m JJ,” He sighed.
“I know we always said we wanted you to loosen up, this isn’t what I want” I laughed awkwardly trying to joke about the topic, but I meant every word that I said. “I want the old Pope back.” I felt him tense at my words.
Pope stood up, taking his hand out of mine and wiping the dirt off the back of his pants. “I don’t! It’s like my life went downhill after that interview and no one gives a shit! The old Pope was walked over by all these people and I am sick of it!” Pope said, his voice rising as the distress became evident. He started stepping over rocks to move back to the forest.
I quickly stood up, briefly contemplating the words that were about to come out of my mouth., I quickly swallowed my pride, not caring about the outcome. My heart was beating in my throat, making sure that the words had to claw their way out. “I care Pope! I have always cared! Probably more than just your best friend should!” I said. The tears started to prick at the corners of my eyes as the words left my mouth.
Pope stopped in his tracks, turning to face me, his eyes wide as he processed the words that I said. I grew bold in my actions, deciding that if I was going to put it out there that I had to put it all out there. “I’ve always been here Pope, I wished I could have made you seen it sooner before you fell for Kie, but for me,” I stopped closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, “It’s always been you. You’re little witty comments never fail to brighten my day, or how you effortlessly help me to do better at anything, even the way that we used to sit on John B’s dock in the middle of the night and have those deep ass conversations.” I said, feeling out of breath. “You’re it for me.” I managed to get out as my voice finally broke. I opened my eyes to see Pope, walking back towards me, His steps careful and calculated as he crossed the distance that had been created between us.
“You like me?” Pope stuttered out. His face was one of complete and utter shock.
I shook my head and scoffed. “You don’t have to act so surprisedly.” The tears were falling freely down my face, as I tried to look anywhere but the curious eyes if the boy in front of me. I moved my hand to try and wipe away the tears that were falling down my face, embarrassed of how emotional I had become.
I was stopped by Pope’s hand moving at the same time to cup the side of my face forcing me to look up at him. I felt my face contort to show the pain that I was feeling. His eyes flickered between the two of mine. I couldn’t help but melt into the touch of his hand, trying to savor the way that it felt to be in his grasp.
It took me a minute to comprehend what was happening, but the Pope’s lips were on mine. I felt myself sway backward from the feeling. Pope wrapped his arm around my back to keep me upright as I kissed him back at a feverish pace. I settled my arms on either side of his neck, holding the back of his head in one hand. I wanted to pull him impossibly close. The world around us felt like it was spinning into nothing until it was just the two of us in the middle. I could feel the emotions of the night being poured into the kiss, the anger, the regret, but most importantly the passion.
We finally had to pull away from one another in a need for air, but we stayed entangled together on the teetering top of a jetty rock. Pope leaned down once again resting his forehead against mine. The eye contact was so intimate that I felt like I could hear his thoughts.
“Just so we’re clear. I meant it when I said I know that I am not in love with Kiara. I just thought that after all this time you would never see me the way I saw you, so I tried to move on. It really blew up in my face though.” He said, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head. “You’re it for me too.”
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