#kook!reader

[2tarbell]

MEAN SOMETHING — KOOK!READER

only one person knew how to handle your drunk best friend…

(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

you were going to end rafe cameron.

on the one night, the one night, you wanted some alone time and to be away from the boys, he decided to get sloppy drunk. of course, your other best friends have no idea how to take care of a drunk person and you honestly wondered how they even took care of themselves. which left you to slide on some slippers and drive over.

now as you stood before the front door in your victoria’s secret yoga pants and pink sweater, waiting for topper to answer it, you wonder why you let yourself get pulled into shit like this.

it’s rafe, that’s why. that’s always the reason why.

the door swings open to reveal a frazzled topper and kelce, you would’ve laughed at them if you weren’t so pissed. they took in your attire, the prissiness still evident even your pajamas. but you looked slightly disheveled, something they didn’t see often. both boys snorted at the sight of your bunny slippers but you quickly cut them off.

“say anything and i’ll chop your dicks off. where is he?” you seethed.

your tone brooked no argument and they both stepped aside to let you sashay in. kelce had his keys in hand as he mumbled something about rafe being ‘in his room’ and ‘on the floor’.

god was really testing you tonight.

you shooed them away, locking up the door behind them and stomping up the stairs. just praying he wasn’t choking on his own vomit or something.

the sight that greeted you literally made you pause and take out your phone, nails tapping the screen as you took a picture. rafe cameron, laying on his back and seemingly enthralled by the ceiling fan. it was genuinely amusing and kind of adorable. but the bottle of whiskey sitting next to him reminded you of your duty.

“rafe. sit up.”

his head snapped up at your voice, a boyish grin on his lips. he looked younger when he was drunk, stress and age having melted away.

“heeey, baby, whaddaya doin’ hereee?” he slurred, a low rumbly version of his voice.

you stepped closer, standing over him. hands on your hips as you looked down at him. his eyes were hardly open but you didn’t miss how they trailed down your figure.

“making sure you don’t die — get up.” the words were sharp in attempt to make him seriously listen.

he giggled and sighed, pushing up to rest on his elbows. the movement had his head spinning but he didn’t give a shit. just needed a better look at his pretty best friend.

“oh, y’know it turns me on when y’talk to me like that…”

you poked his side with your foot a bit harshly. patience wearing thin, you glared down at him.

“you’re such a pain in my ass—“

“mmm, love your ass,” he hummed but then groaned when you kicked him again, harder.

“rafe, i am so serious right now—“

with a childish huff of annoyance, he lifted himself off the ground but then immediately flopped face first on his bed. small victories, small victories.

you were happy to see dumb and dumber had enough brains to leave a water bottle with him. you grabbed it off the nightstand and perched at the edge of the bed next to the drunken 6’2 baby. a delicate hand rubbed his back; despite being annoyed at him for getting this drunk, you were still worried.

“hey, babe, c’mon — turn over. you need to drink some water…”

rafe unceremoniously flipped over, long legs dangling off the side of the bed. he sat up slowly and groaned at each movement. the room was nonstop spinning, so he decided to focus on one thing: your face. a smile worked its way onto his lips before he could stop himself.

you looked so beautiful, all worried and doting on him. blue eyes stared at your features (like he didn’t already have them committed to memory). the tent in his pant caught your eye and he watched as your eyes rolled. despite the memories of nights spent tangled up with him, you couldn’t believe the audacity he had.

“no way you’re seriously hard right now—“

“mmm, can’t control it around you.”

his smirk was frustrating you, in more ways than one. no, you wouldn’t do anything while he was this drunk. he knows that. yet he still tries to lean up and—

the water bottle presses to his lips, you trying to ease him into drinking and ignoring the bulge you’ve become all too familiar with. his betrayed expression made you snicker. this wasn’t the time to let fantasies run wild. kicking off your slippers and tucking your legs beneath you, you leaned closer.

“c’mon, rafe,” your voice was sweet, so sweet. he couldn’t do anything but take large gulps of water, trying to please you. he was a dumbass but you smiled at his eager approach.

“okay, okay — slow down before you jus’ throw it all up…” the giggle you let out settled right into his bones. rafe found himself wondering why you were just friends. he thought that a lot lately.

“go out with me.”

he definitely thought he sounded more debonair than he did. in reality, half of the words he spoke just flowed into each other. but he kept that low drawl that always sent you reeling. you couldn’t do this, couldn’t approach that territory. not now. you’d be happy if you never did.

“rafe—“ you tensed up.

“no, seriously. you’re— you’re gorgeous and y’put up with me. i mean, c’mon—“

the deep sting to your heart wasn’t something new. but it felt stronger this time, more painful. with a sigh, you set the water back down on his nightstand, brushing his hair back as he continues to rant.

“i think we get along great. y’know y’ten times better than— than any other chick i’ve been with— shit, any chick on the island—“

a bittersweet smile graced your lips. rafe noticed they were devoid of any pink or gloss. you really got out of bed just to come and take care of him? that’s gotta mean something.

“c’mon, doll face… gimme a reason y’shouldn’t.”

his words trailed off into contented hums when you started to scratch his scalp. boys are so easy. but boys aren’t rafe.

“i’m a bitch.” the resignation in your voice was telling. being a bitch, being called one wasn’t something new to you. these days you accepted the word with pride, reclaiming it in a sense. but you knew rafe, kook boys, and hell even pogue boys didn’t want a bitch. you were too much for most people.

the scoff he let out made you smile, cheeks dimpling and fingers twisting his hair. he shook his head with a frown and rested a large hand on your waist.

“nooo, y’not.” the words punctuated with a squeeze.

“i am—“

rafe reached up and cupped the back of your neck, silencing any chance to speak or protest. you know what that touch meant: ‘i’m talking now’.

“you’re beautiful. and— and smart and good.” his whispered words are drunken and mumbled. but you felt like your heart might explode, a heat pushing through your veins and replacing the blood with rafe.

rafe, rafe, rafe.

“best girl i know... yeah?” he urges, squeezing the back of your neck. your heart thumps faster at the pressure. you nod, because what else can you do when he speaks to you like that?

with a satisfied hum, he smiles. the action completely softens his face and it blows you away every time. you’re pressed closer, leaning over him, and he’s staring at you like he can’t believe you’re real.

“that’s my girl…”

you can’t tell who leans in first, but soon you’re locking lips with your best friend. something that shouldn’t be familiar and exhilarating as it is, but continues to be every single time. the kiss that you share is more gentle than you two have ever been with each other. in your complicated relationship, it was always hot and rough.

but this… this was slow and comforting. he tasted like whiskey and you let your lips part just slightly, a tentative lick of his tongue into the warmth of your mouth made you feel weak.

rafe was alight with want. he’d always wanted you. wanted to be in your presence. wanted to hear your voice. wanted to have you beneath him. wanted to be beneath you. he wanted it all. maybe it was the whiskey talking, but nothing had ever felt more right than when your hand cupped his cheek and your lips where on his.

“you should sleep…” your voice was hardly recognizable, soft and hesitant against his lips. he didn’t have to to ask, you knew he wanted you to stay. and you know you couldn’t have left if you wanted to.

so, you let him wrap his arms around you and nestled into his neck. and when he starts to snore like he always denies he does, you felt like things might be okay. despite it all, he was gonna be your rafe.

[urmum-lovesme]

Dad!Rafe comforting Mom!Reader. . .

The soft hum of conversation filled the restaurant, the glow of warm lights flickering against polished wooden tables. In their cosy corner, where the lights were dimmer and the world felt a little more private, Y/N gently rocked their baby in her arms, trying to soothe her. But the quiet whimpers had begun to grow louder, turning into distressed cries that cut through the calm atmosphere. A few heads turned from nearby tables, subtle yet unmistakable glances thrown their way. Y/N could feel the weight of them pressing against her, the silent judgment lingering in the air. Rafe shifted beside her, as he looked down at their distressed daughter.

“She’s hungry”

He murmured, his voice low but certain. He could tell by the way she fussed, her little face scrunched in frustration and her tiny hands grabbing at Y/N’s dress. Y/N nodded, already reaching for the baby’s bag under the table. The dim lighting barely illuminated their booth made the space feel more secluded than the rest of the restaurant. Still, she could feel eyes on them- whispers exchanged between a couple sitting a few tables away.  The baby’s cries pitched higher, the sound sharp against the hushed ambience of the hall. Y/N huffed out slightly in irritation, glancing at Rafe with a hint of urgency.

“Can you grab her bottle I can’t find it”

She asked, rifling through the bag but unable to feel the smooth plastic surface of the bottle. Her fingers dug through the baby bag with growing urgency, pushing aside spare clothes, wipes and everything but what she needed. Rafe nodded then leaned down to check the bag himself, as he riffled through it he froze for half a second before muttering a quiet,

“Shit.”

He rubbed a hand over his jaw, as the truth settled between them quickly.  

He’d forgotten to pack it.  

Y/N’s heart clenched as guilt washed over her, she let out a small sigh. She knew he was always the one in charge of packing the baby bag but she should’ve double-checked before they left. Their daughter’s cries were turning more frantic, her tiny body squirming in discomfort. The subtle stares from across the restaurant felt heavier now, like a silent chorus of disapproval hanging above them. She met Rafe’s eyes just as he exhaled sharply, running a hand over his hair.

“Fuck, I'm sorry” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head, “I forgot to pack it.”  

Their daughter’s whining had turned into full-on wails now, tiny fists flailing, her irritation echoing in the quiet restaurant. Y/N’s chest tightened as Rafe reached over to gently rub their baby’s back, trying to soothe her.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out…”

He said, voice calm, but Y/N could see the flicker of guilt behind his eyes- mirroring her own. 

She felt awful.

What kind of mother forgets something as simple as a bottle?

The guilt gnawed at her, mixing with the overwhelming need to calm their daughter down. She glanced at Rafe, hesitating before whispering,

“I can feed her.”  

His eyes flicked to her, soft but questioning. “Are you sure?” he asked, already adjusting in his seat.  

“Yeah. We’re in the corner anyway, no one will even notice right?”  

Still, she felt a little unsure. Breastfeeding in public wasn’t new to her, but the disapproving glances from earlier had left her on edge. She glanced around before spotting a familiar waitress heading toward their table. “Excuse me, um—” Y/N started, voice gentle but hesitant.

“Would it be a problem if I breastfed her? I don’t want to-”  

The waitress, an older woman with kind eyes and silver strands woven through her dark hair, paused at the edge of their table, watching Y/N with the warmth of someone who’d seen it all before.  “Oh honey,” she said, waving a hand dismissively at Y/N’s hesitation.

“Of course, you can feed her. I used to nurse all four of my babies in public all the time, and if anyone had a problem with it, I let ’em know real quick that a hungry baby is more important than their fragile sensibilities.”  

Y/N let out a small relieved laugh, her shoulders loosening a little. The waitress leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as she added, “And between you and me sweetheart, half the people in here are on their phones and the other half have had too much wine to care. You do what you need to do.” Y/N smiled, the older woman’s reassurance settling some of the unease in her chest.  

“Thank you”

The waitress gave her a gentle smile before straightening up. “You let me know if anyone gives you trouble… I’ve been waitin’ for an excuse to tell off some of these snooty people.” Rafe flashed the woman a rare, genuine smile.  

“We appreciate that”

As she walked off, Y/N’s heart swelled a little. She glanced at Rafe, who had already grabbed the muslin cloth, draped it gently over her shoulder. His hand found her thigh under the table in silent reassurance and she let out a quiet exhale pressing a kiss to the top of her baby’s head. She adjusted the muslin cloth, making sure she was covered as she slipped one of the straps of her dress down to feed her daughter. The baby latched on quickly, her tiny hands gripping at Y/N’s skin as she settled into contented suckles. The once-tense air around their table softened, and Y/N let out a quiet sigh of relief.

But that relief didn’t last long.

Across from them, a middle-aged couple sat at a nearby table. The man barely spared her a glance, too busy scrolling on his phone, but the woman beside him- her blonde hair stiff with too much hairspray and her lips pursed into a permanent look of disapproval- kept shooting pointed glares in Y/N’s direction. She tried to ignore it, tried to focused on the steady weight of her baby in her arms, the soft rise and fall of her breaths, the way Rafe’s warmth lingered on her thigh. But she already felt overstimulated- the low hum of conversations, the clatter of silverware, the occasional burst of laughter from another table- it all seemed to close in on her at once and then Rafe shifted beside her, pulling back.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” he murmured, his hand still resting on her thigh. He must’ve noticed the tension in her shoulders because he hesitated before standing.

“Are you okay? I can wait.”

Y/N forced a small smile, even though every fibre of her being wanted him to stay. “It’s fine,” she assured him, her voice softer than usual. “Go, don’t worry.”

He lingered for a second longer, his eyes scanning her face, but eventually, he nodded and left, disappearing down the hall towards the bathrooms and that’s when the woman from across the room made her move. Y/N barely had a second to brace herself before the woman was standing beside her table, arms crossed over her chest. “Young lady,” the woman said, her voice laced with condescension.

“I understand that you have a baby, but do you really think it’s appropriate to do that in a restaurant?”

“….excuse me-?”

She asked, blinking up at the woman in disbelief. Y/N stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. The woman huffed.

“I’m simply saying, the toilets are a two minute walk away. The rest of us shouldn’t have to sit here and watch.”

Shame and anger tangled in Y/N’s chest. Feed her baby girl in the toilets? Was this woman being serious? She swallowed hard, her arms tightening around her baby protectively. “I’m covered,” she said, her voice quieter than she wanted it to be.

“And I asked the staff if it was okay-”

“-of course, they said it was fine. But some of us still have to see it.” The woman scoffed as she shook her head in exaggerated disappointment.

“Young mothers these days have no shame.”

With that, she turned sharply on her heel and strode back to her table, sitting down as if she hadn’t just completely humiliated Y/N. Her face burned, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She blinked rapidly, willing them away. She refused to cry.

Not here.

Not in public by herself with all these people looking at her .

She stared down at her baby, now peacefully drinking, completely unaware of the judgment being thrown her mother’s way and she bit the inside of her cheek and focused on her daughter’s warmth, trying to ground herself, but her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the muslin cloth. Rafe returned to the table, wiping his hands along his trousers, drying from washing them, but the moment he caught sight of Y/N’s face, he froze. Her head was slightly bowed, her arms still wrapped around their baby, but he could see the way her shoulders trembled. Her lips were pressed together, her eyes glistening with unshed tears and despite her efforts to keep herself composed she looked on the verge of breaking.  

“Hey, hey-” Rafe murmured, immediately closing the distance between them. He crouched down beside her chair, one hand coming to rest on her knee, the other brushing her cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby?”  

Y/N sniffled, shaking her head but the moment she tried to swallow down the lump in her throat, it all came spilling out. “I- I’m such a bad mom,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“I forgot her bottle, she was crying, and then that woman-” She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before looking back at him.

“She came over while you were gone. Said I was disgusting for feeding her in public, that I should’ve gone to the bathroom- like I should be ashamed or something.”  

“She said that to you?”

Rafe’s expression darkened instantly. His jaw clenched and his grip on her knee tightening slightly as Y/N nodded wiping at her cheeks.

“I tried to ignore it, but I just- I feel so embarrassed Rafe everyone was looking at me.”  

His heart squeezed at the way her voice wavered. “Baby,” he murmured, standing up and pulling her into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“You’re not a bad mom. You’re the best mom. Our girl is happy, healthy and loved. And feeding her isn’t something you should ever feel ashamed of.”  

Y/N exhaled shakily, as more tears slipped down her cheeks. Rafe held her, whispering quiet reassurances, until her breathing steadied. Then, his grip on her waist loosened, and he turned his head slightly, his gaze zeroing in on the table across the restaurant. The woman was watching them from the corner of her eye, still looking smug, but the second she realised Rafe had spotted her, her expression faltered. Rafe’s lips curled, but there was nothing friendly about it.  

“Rafe-”

Y/N started, but he was already walking away. He stalked across the restaurant, stopping right at the woman’s table.  

“Have you got an issue?”

He asked flatly, his voice just loud enough for her and her husband to hear. The woman blinked up at him, caught off guard.

“I— Excuse me?”  

“You clearly do if you thought it was appropriate to shame my girl for feeding our daughter.” He spoke shaking his head and the woman scoffed at him.

“Excuse me? The tone you’re using with me is absolutely disgusting-”

“You wanna know what’s disgusting? That fucking attitude of yours.”  

“Listen-” her husband, who had been silent this whole time sighed out shaking his head, “we don’t want any trouble, son.” Rafe let out a humourless laugh, straightening up.

“Then maybe teach your wife to keep her fucking mouth shut.”   

---

Y/N carefully placed their baby back into the stroller, her hands trembling slightly as she took a moment, pressing her lips together to keep her emotions in check, then finally she stood up and let out a slow breath. Meanwhile, Rafe sighed heavily as he walked back to their table and sat back down in his seat for a moment before noticing Y/N standing in front of him by the stroller.

"Where are you going...?"

"I just- need some air."

She spoke back flatly as she took hold of the stroller and made her way towards the exit of the restaurant. He rubbed his face with one hand, the frustration and worry visible in his posture. It was supposed to be a nice night out, but everything had spiralled so quickly. He grabbed his blazer and Y/N’s coat from the back of her chair, draping them over his arm. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he turned away from the table and followed in the direction she'd left. He made his way towards the exit and just as he reached the door he bumped into the waitress.  

“Sorry 'bout that”

He mumbled, shifting the coats in his hand. The waitress paused, giving him a concerned look.

“Is everything alright? You’re leaving already?” Rafe hesitated, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah… the baby’s not feeling well. Just want to make sure she’s okay.”  

“Of course. I hope she feels better soon.”  

She nodded, understanding but still looking a little worried. Rafe gave a small appreciative smile as he reached into his pocket pulling out a generous tip and handing it to her.

“Thank you for your help.”  

“You’re welcome… when you see your wife- tell her not to stress too much. She’s doing a great job. I’m sure a lot of people in here wouldn’t even bat an eye about their baby crying.”  

Rafe paused at her words, his expression softening, he glanced back at the waitress who was looking at him with a soft smile and he gave her a nod. With that, he turned and pushed open the door, stepping outside into the cool evening air. The moment the door closed behind him he let out a deep breath scanning the street for Y/N. Glancing down the sidewalk, just a little away from the entrance she stood near the wall, her posture slumped as she leaned against it. One of her hands was resting on the stroller whilst the other was pressed to her face. It was clear she was trying to hide the tears but he could see the movement of her shoulders as she let out a quiet sigh.

His heart ached silently and without hesitation he made his way over to her, his footsteps steady but soft on the pavement. As he approached Y/N lowered her hand from her face quickly wiping away the evidence of her tears, she tried to act as if nothing had happened, but the streaks on her cheeks betrayed her attempt at composure. Rafe didn’t say anything at first; he just wrapped her coat around her shoulders the fabric warm against her skin. She didn’t pull away and he stayed close standing beside her both of them taking a moment of quiet. 

He glanced down at the stroller, where their sweet baby girl was sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world around her. Rafe’s gaze shifted away from their sleeping baby and he found Y/N’s eyes already locked on his. There was a quiet intensity in her stare and without a word she leaned forward resting her forehead gently against his shoulder. Her breath was shaky and Rafe’s hand instinctively came to the back of her head as he pulled her in a little closer, offering a silent comfort. His other hand slid down to her back, rubbing soothing circles. He exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in her body ease slightly.

“What's wrong?”

He asked softly, his voice quiet but insistent. Y/N didn’t respond right away. She just shook her head against his shoulder in a defeated motion. Rafe let out a hum of understanding and he didn’t push harshly, instead he whispered gently,

“C’mon baby. I need you to talk to me.”

She pulled back just slightly, but enough to look up at him. Her eyes were glossy as if the weight of her emotions had finally caught up with her. The vulnerability in her expression broke something inside him and his hand moved instinctively to her cheek, brushing away a tear that had begun to form. “I just…” She faltered, and the words seemed to choke her.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing. I’m… I’m not sure I know how to be a mom.”

Rafe’s frown deepened as he processed her words and he could feel his heart tighten for her. Gently, his thumb caressed her cheek his gaze never leaving hers. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low but filled with concern.

“You’re doing everything right.”

“I just feel like I’m always doing things wrong and... I wish I wasn’t making so many stupid mistakes.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath and Rafe’s head hurt just from seeing her like this, so he pulled her into a tighter embrace, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield her from everything that was weighing her down. His voice was firm but gentle as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of his love for her. “Hey, look at me.” He waited until she lifted her head, meeting his eyes.

“We’re first-time parents, okay? We’re both learning. People make mistakes, it’s normal Y/N.”

Y/N took a steadying breath, feeling the warmth of Rafe’s embrace, but the words that had been weighing on her mind seemed to spill out before she could stop them.

“I was with Ruthie last week,” she began softly, her voice a little strained. “You know, when we met up with her and Topper.” She shifted slightly, trying to find the right words. “She- said something. About me being too young...”

Rafe’s brows furrowed in confusion, a frown tugging at his lips. Y/N sighed, looking away for a moment the memory of Ruthie’s words still lingering.

“She said I was too young to be a good mom. She didn’t think I could handle it...”

Rafe’s frown deepened as he processed what she had said. How could anyone possibly think that? He'd never seen anyone step up to the role of a mother as well as Y/N has in the past months. His eyes darkened for a brief second, but when he spoke, his voice was full of confidence.

“Well, I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about, because I wouldn’t leave our baby girl within a ten-metre radius of her.”

Y/N’s lips twitched as she stifled a giggle, the tension in her chest easing just a little. “You’re right- neither would I” she said, a small smile forming despite herself. Rafe looked down to her hand reaching up to cup her cheek as he spoke,

“She couldn’t be more wrong Y/N. You’re incredible. You’ve taken to this whole mom thing like… like you’ve been doing it your whole life.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sincerity in his words but he wasn’t done yet. Rafe paused, his expression shifting as he seemed to gather his thoughts and then he added,

“Every side of you that’s become a mom to our child, watching you look after our girl, baby I've- I’ve just fallen in love with you more.”

Y/N felt a swell of emotion rise in her chest and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel so useless. Rafe’s words grounded her and the weight of her insecurities seemed to melt away just a little. She met his gaze searching his eyes for any sign of doubt but found none.“Thank you,” she whispered her voice thick with emotion.

“I needed to hear that.”

Rafe leaned in pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling her back into his arms. “You’re doing great baby.” Rafe pulled back just enough to look her in the eye,

"We're doing this together, yeah? We're a team."

"We're a team."

No matter what challenges they faced, they would deal with them together.

[rafesbowbunny]

𝜗𝜚 soft!kook!reader and bf!rafe accidentally get interrupted by sarah...

c!w; mdni !! dom!rafe, soft!kook!reader, established relationship, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, dirty talk, getting walked in on loll

notes; new reader alert !! idk why this prompt popped up in my head, i guess i just wanted something to introduce soft!kook!reader with... this is pretty short sorry...

rafe's big hands were planted on your ass, roaming up your body until they reached your soft boobs. he was kneading them slowly through the lacy mesh bralette, littering sloppy kisses all up your neck now while he was thrusting up into you.

"nhghh fuck rafe" you gasped, grip tightening on his flexed biceps. your ass smacked mercilessly against his pelvis as you bounced on his huge cock.

the two of you had been home for hours, ravishing each other in the silence and privacy of rafe's room without coming up for air. ward and rose were off in barbados at the holiday villa, wheezie was at some extravagant summer camp and rafe said sarah 'just wasn't home'.

or so he'd thought.

by now rafe had pulled out a vibrator, pressing it down on your clit with a wicked grin as you squirmed and moaned loudly under him. he continued to ram his cock into you as hard as he could, focusing on making you squirt all over him for the third time that day.

meanwhile, sarah had come home to grab some more clothes to bring to wherever she was staying these days, shocked to her core by the level of sound coming from rafe's bedroom upstairs.

the two of you were still completely oblivious, not even hearing sarah's stomping all the way up the stairs, her weak attempt at letting her presence be known.

"such a slut f'me princess. yeah? you like feeling this big cock in your tummy?" rafe rasped, still nailing you into the bed as you whimpered, "fuck you look so pretty, all fucked out around me-"

sarah suddenly swung the door open, her hand quickly clasping around her mouth as the horror hit her. rafe's neck snapped at the door when it had opened, anger flushed across his face and he began yelling at her to fuck off, all you could do was pull at the sheets under you hoping to cover yourself a little while rafe didn't care.

sarah quickly closed the door again, giggling in shock as she walked away yelling something about rafe needing to use the lock on his door.

rafe's jaw clenched, "that fucking bitch... sorry baby." he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER | PART 4

AN OBX SMAU & IRL

synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?

pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader

cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore & angst (troubled family relationships, violence, breakups, etc.) comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.

a/n: this one is right after the last part and i also need to chill with the panic attacks, i’m gonna kill this poor girl; not proofread because i'm lazy and tired af right now so bear with me. also, have no idea what the wc for this one is but i dont think it goes past 1k. hopefully. i also want to do a time skip next part cuz im bored of may 24 already. need to get the police investigation going and bodies to surface.

additionally, i need to figure out how to make a video (?) like a news channel giving the name of the body. we still don't know the identity BUT i think it is fairly obvious. so stay tuned.

saturday, may 24, 2025

after panicking for about half an hour and pacing around your room like a maniac, anger slowly began to run through your veins.

who the fuck does this guy think he is? some modern version of michael myers or something?

pathetic.

two could play at that game.

if there was something that angered you more than anything, it was fear. and you’d had enough of that for the past year. constantly looking over your shoulder in case the police appeared on campus to arrest you, the nightmares that haunted you at night, the sound of the crash repeating over and over like a broken record. but most of all, it was fear of seeing the person you loved the most end up locked away while the rest of you kept on going with your lives.

and now those fears were coming to life.

with a nod to yourself, you pulled out your phone.

you hear a knock on your front door. you ignore it but before you can continue your conversation with sarah, the knocking turns into banging.

you sigh in frustration, “coming!”

you ran down the stairs while putting your phone in your pocket, quickly looking around to see if your mother was home, but there were no signs of her whereabouts.

grabbing the door handle, you struggle a bit to pull it open as you groan in protest.

but all thoughts of the heavy door vanished as you faced your visitor.

your lips parted with a small gasp, your eyes wide, heavy drumming filling your ears.

fuck.

you were going to kill sarah, because standing in front of you was jj maybank.

he looked just as stunned as you, as if shocked to see you even though this was your house. you quickly schooled your features into one of indifference, but you knew he knew you were anything but.

your eyes scanned him from head to toe, noting how he carried the sun on his skin, darker and glowing, the way valleys formed down his arms as he tightened his fists. a lump rose in your throat when you saw that hanging from his neck was the shark tooth necklace you had given him for his birthday. the artist in you drank in every shadow, every glimmer of gold kissing his locks, how the red from his shirt brought out the sapphire undertones from his eyes.

eyes that were doing the same to you. eyes that were now brimming with sadness and unspoken conversations.

the buzz from your phone saved you from the mental breakdown you were about to have. your hands were shaking as you typed in your response to sarah.

after putting your phone away, you turned to jj once again.

“hey.”

“hey.”

you both chuckled awkwardly when you talked at the same time.

“how are you?” he asked.

“okay, i guess.” you shrugged, “mostly tired from the trip.”

he nodded as if that were the most revealing answer ever, “yeah, understandable.”

you pursed your lips, “yeah.”

you both stood there awkwardly before he lifted his hand to point at the truck behind him.

“your mother ordered some groceries from heyward, so i brought them in.”

you raised your eyebrows in surprise, “oh, i didn’t know you working for him.”

now it was his turn to shrug, “yeah, i mean, it’s a little recent and, um, i need the job so.”

he frowned as he shook his head when he looked down at his shoes.

“well, at least it’s with someone you know.” you put your hands in your back pockets to avoid reaching out for him.

he chuckled with a half-smile, “yeah, although it’s like having a second dad nagging at my ass.”

you scoffed, “pope must be grateful to not be his punching bag for once.”

that made him roll his eyes, “tell me about it.”

jj lifted his gaze back to yours before gesturing to the truck, “i’m gonna go get the bags now.”

you nodded and opened the door wider for him to pass when he came back. you pointed to the kitchen when he asked where he should leave the groceries, “just put them on the counter, i’ll put them away later.”

a few more bags were in the truck, so you made your way to get the rest when you tripped.

pain shot through your ankle, when you tried to get up. “shit.”

“y/n!” jj ran out of the house, his voice filled with panic. flashbacks of midsummers made your heart clench, and suddenly you were brought back to that night. blood, screams, the sound of a motorboat, the vow to keep quiet, flashed through your senses.

someone far away was calling your name, but all you felt was the ocean around you, dark and cold. you felt water filling your lungs, preventing you from crying for help, and suddenly you were so sure you were going to die. that you would end up doing company to the man in the ocean.

warmth enveloped you, rocking you back and forth, soothing circles on your back.

the familiar scent of salt and home brought you slowly back to your senses. the water was dissipating, your skin dry except for your cheeks, and it was no longer dark and cold.

the surface beneath you was soft, a bed. you looked around and realized you were in your room but not alone. hands cupped your face and blue eyes filled with worry met yours.

“it’s okay. you’re okay.” he pulled you against his chest, holding you tightly, months of missing you had nearly become his undoing. the only reason as to why he had survived this long without you was knowing that he lived in a world where you existed. that alone was enough for him; or so he tried to convince himself. loving you from afar was better than not loving you at all.

his heartbeat helped regulate yours, matching his breath with your own until you became one.

for the first time in a year, you felt calm and like you could fall asleep in peace. because even in dreams he still kept you awake.

once your emotions settled you pulled away and jj brushed your tears away before kissing your forehead. he stayed like that for a bit before finally pulling away, which was harder for him than he wanted to admit.

“better?” he asked.

you nod, “better. thanks.”

“anytime.” he let go of you completely and sat far enough to touch. you were keeping count of your breaths when jj stood up with a curious expression towards something behind you.

you looked around in confusion when your eyes settled on an envelope set on your pillow. your eyes widened in fear, all attempts to keep calm thrown out the window.

jj turned to you with a frown, “what is it?”

you didn’t answer and instead reached with a trembling hand to grab the envelope in your hand. you could feel his warm breath over your shoulder as you pulled a note out.

in all caps were the words: i know what you did last summer!

you threw the note on your bed as if it burned to the touch. your breath quickened, tuning out whatever jj was asking. he reached around you and took the note and read it aloud.

“what does this mean? and why are you so scared?” when you didn’t answer, he turned you to face him by the shoulders.

jj lowered himself to your level and locked eyes with you. “well?”

you took in a deep breath, “someone knows.”

he frowned, “what?”

“someone knows what we did last summer.” now that you had said the words aloud it became all more real and, god, did that scare the shit out of you.

“what do you mean someone knows? that’s impossible!” jj stepped away from you as if your skin stung him.

you snort, “clearly not.”

he started gesturing like he always did when he was anxious or angry, and right now it felt like it was both. “there’s no way anyone knows! it doesn’t make any sense. and why not just go to the police? why send you cryptic notes?”

“i don’t know, ok!” you exclaimed in frustration. “if i knew i wouldn’t be this freaked out.”

he started pacing around your room and it felt far too familiar, like the nights he came to try to convince you not to leave him for college and just run away with him.

“wait,” he stopped. “is this an attempt of yours to get us to confess?”

what????

“what?!” disbelief colored your tone. “are you fucking serious right now?! what the fuck is wrong with you?” you couldn’t believe it, the audacity of him to ask you that. after everything you had gone through, especially for him.

“hey, you weren’t particularly excited last summer to keep it quiet.” jj was now standing three feet away from you with his arms crossed, “so forgive me if i think you have something to do with this.”

you let out a scoff, “yeah, cuz it was hardly a fun memory, so forgive me for being freaked out. you’re honestly unbelievable. do you have any idea how hard this past year has been for me? the guilt is eating me away, yes. but i would never confess. if i were the only one involved then i would have, yes. but instead, i kept my fucking mouth shut to keep you,” you walked up to jj until your finger was pressed against his chest, “and sarah out of it. but particularly you. so don’t you dare to ever say shit like that to me again, do you understand?! because so god help me, i will go to the police, and i wouldn’t give two shits if we end up in prison for the rest of our lives.”

his jaw clenched, “is that a threat?”

you almost didn’t recognize your voice, “it’s a promise.”

jj stood there staring and when he saw you didn’t back out, he nodded. “ok, i’m sorry i doubted you.”

you sighed, “fine, but don’t you ever insinuate something like that again.”

“i won’t. i’m sorry. i–i just freaked out.”

you bit your lip, shaking your head. “water under the bridge.”

he pulled you into a hug, “tell me what you meant by someone knowing. have you gotten something like this before?”

you pulled away before taking out your phone, “yes, but i think we should text sarah first.”

“sarah?” he asked with a frown. “why?”

“because she’s also a part of this and she has a right to know.”

“fine, yeah.”

you went towards your bed and picked up the note, “take a picture and send it to her.”

jj walked up to you, “yeah, but unblock me first, don’t you think?”

you turned and looked up at him, “why?”

he laughed and scratched his neck, “because, um, it would be easier for us to talk to sarah, no?”

“like a group chat?” you raised an eyebrow.

he smiled, “exactly.”

you sighed reluctantly, “fine.” you took out your phone and unblocked his contact. “done.”

jj grinned, “cool, um, let me take a picture.”

you angled the note for him to take a picture, your phone vibrating with a notification.

“are you sure about this?” jj broke the silence.

you shook your head, “i don’t know. but it’s our best shot.”

his jaw clenched as he turned away from you, “i guess you’re right.”

you sigh, “ok. now or never. besides, it’s just a text not a physical confrontation.”

jj looked at you with raised eyebrows, “it’s never just a text with topper and you know it.”

you chuckle humorlessly, “he’s gonna crash out but whatever. if we don’t find out who this is we’re fucked.”

for the first time the possibility of being locked away for the rest of your lives settled onto the both of you.

you unlock your phone once again, opening the group chat that was once filled with hangout plans and inside jokes.

it was funny how fucked up things could get in a year.

you typed out your message and pressed send.

WHAT DO WE THINK? please be honest cuz this one feels like a filler episode. i was gonna keep going with their conversation with topper but OMG i got stumped & i can't seem to figure out how to go about it. also tomorrow is my last day here at the public deffender's office and i haven't finished half of my work to hand in. so here i am, writing what i am not supposed to LMFAO. i'll have to stay working all night because i am a masochist.

so might be MIA for a bit until i get everything done. imma crash out and kms fr.

AND AFTER THAT IT'S VACATION BABY (i will be in my bed for the rest of the summer)

next part will be better, i think (i keep saying that 😭 y'all are gonna get sick of me)

OH AND I BOUGHT AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR ON AMAZON LIKE FIVE MINUTES AGO AND I'M SO EXCITED

i'm spending money i don't have lol but it's also a cheap one ($104 😭😭😭 which is still expensive for me but not by guitar means AT ALL. i learned that after three days of research) i just hope it's good enough to learn in because i don't have any experience playing one. but i used to play violin and piano as a kid so i'm not entirely clueless in regards to music theory (?)

gonna live out my dream of being the shein version of gracie abrams in my room (i could never post myself singing which, tbh, i highly doubt is good but who cares?)

anywayyy, dedicated as always to my sparklemuffins: @countryclubwhore @onlyangel-444 @papercranesandinkstains @inthelibrarybtw @cokewithcameron @jaes-last-words @rafesbabygirlx @ethanthequeefqueen @7-deadly-cats-main @ewwwitsel @rockkybbys @luvvly-lydia @obxobsessedbitch2 @cherrielyme

if i didn't tag you and you asked me IM SORRY and let me know but i feel like i got everyone k bye <333

[peavhyshy]

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - AFRAID

ᯓᡣ𐭩 paring ─ ୨୧ ─ dark!boyfriend!rafe cameron ⋆ reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 summary ─ ୨୧ ─ in which Rafe hatches a plan to ensure you stay by his side, by making you dependent on him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings ─ ୨୧ ─ explicit language noncon/dubcon, smut, rafe drugs reader, substance abuse, toxic relationship, emotional abuse, baby trapping/forced pregnancy, possessiveness, controlling behaviors, threats of violence, loss of virginity, corruption, breeding kink, dirty talk (like a lot), abandonment issues, manipulation, rough sex, hairpulling, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, powerplay, choking, semi public sex, car sex, creampie (please dni if your sensitive to these topics your mental health should come first)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc ─ ୨୧ ─ 8,960

⋆˚✿˖° a/n ─ ୨୧ ─ is there a plot not really, it may seem long but 80% of this is smut. this is unrelated but i think his season 1 & 2 rafe hair were elite to me but I just hate buzz cuts on everyone so my opinion doesn't matter here. The ‘Lila’ is now edited I use it as a placeholder (because for some reason I hate putting y/n while writing) before I replace it with y/n but of course my dumbass forgot to do that when I published this.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.:･Afraid･:.ೃ࿔.⋆❀°

(༝༚༝༚ lana del rey)

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Rafe sits across from you at your usual table in the country club, his jaw clenching rhythmically as he watches you flip through the college applications. His fingers drum against the polished wooden table, creating a nervous pattern that matches his increasing anxiety. The sight of all those prestigious university names makes his stomach turn - Harvard, Yale, Princeton - each one threatening to take you further away from Outer Banks, from him. He barely touches his plate of steak, too preoccupied with the growing unease in his chest.

"Why the fuck are you even looking at schools that far?" He snaps suddenly, his voice carrying a sharp edge as he reaches across to snatch one of your fries, popping it into his mouth with more force than necessary. His blue eyes darken with barely contained irritation, especially when he catches Topper's wave from across the room. He returns it with a curt nod, his attention immediately returning to you. "You know there's perfectly good schools right here in North Carolina. UNC's got a decent program."

You glance up from your binder, your eyes meeting Rafe's intense blue ones. You set down your fork carefully on your half-eaten Caesar salad, a soft sigh escaping your lips. The sunlight streaming through the country club's windows catches on your hair, creating a halo effect around your skin. "Baby, we've talked about this," you say gently, "These schools have amazing programs for what I want to study. And it's not like I'm making any decisions yet - I'm just looking at options."

The afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows catches on his rings as he reaches up to run a hand through his disheveled hair, a telltale sign of his growing agitation. The country club bustles around them with the usual crowd of Kooks - women in tennis whites gossiping over martinis, men in polo shirts discussing their latest yacht purchases. But Rafe's focus remains fixed on those damned college applications, his jaw working overtime as he grinds his teeth.

The cocaine from earlier isn't helping his paranoia, making his thoughts race faster than he can process them. The idea of you leaving, of losing control over this one good thing in his life, sends a fresh wave of anxiety through his system. His free hand unconsciously reaches up to rub at his chest, a nervous tick he's developed. The country club suddenly feels too small, too confined, and he can feel his breathing getting slightly erratic. "Just... just put those away for now," he demands, trying to maintain his composure despite the rising panic in his chest. "We're supposed to be having lunch, not planning your fucking escape route."

You reach across the table with your free hand, your fingers brushing against his chest where he's rubbing anxiously. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something sharper - probably remnants of whatever he'd been doing before lunch - fills your nostrils as you lean closer. "Rafe, you're spiraling again," you observe quietly, mindful of the other diners around them. Your eyes flick briefly to Topper and his mother as they pass, offering a polite smile before returning your attention to your increasingly agitated boyfriend. "And you know that's not fair. I'm not trying to escape anything, especially not you."

"Besides," he continues, his tone taking on that manipulative edge he's so good at, "You really want to leave all this behind? The island, the parties, me?" He leans forward, lowering his voice to that dangerous whisper he uses when he's trying to get his way. "You know I can't follow you out there. I've got responsibilities here, the family business..." His hand shoots out to grab your wrist, not painfully, but firmly enough to make his point. "And what about us? You're going to throw away what we have for some fancy degree you could get right here?"

The weight of his intense stare makes you shift in your seat, your sundress rustling against the plush cushions. You can see the telltale signs of his growing panic - the clenched jaw, the rapid breathing, the way his fingers keep twitching against the table. Part of you wants to close the binder, to give in like you usually do when he gets like this. But another part, the part that's been dreaming about life beyond the island since you were little, keeps your hand steady on the applications. "What about a compromise?" you suggest, your voice taking on that soothing tone you learned to use when he's on edge. "What if I apply to both - some schools here in North Carolina and some out of state? That way we have options to discuss later?"

Your free hand moves from his chest to his face, your thumb gently stroking along his clenched jaw. You can feel the tension there, the way he's grinding his teeth. The chatter of the country club fades into background noise as you focus solely on him, knowing how quickly his mood can shift when he feels cornered. "And hey," you add, your voice dropping to a whisper as you lean even closer, your lips quirking into a small smile, "No matter where I end up going, you know you're the only one I want, right? These other Kook boys could never compare to my Rafe Cameron."

The familiar weight of the promise ring he gave you three months ago sits heavy on your finger, catching the light as you move. You learned over your time together that sometimes Rafe needs this - needs to be reminded that he's your choice, that you're his. Even if the possessiveness sometimes scares you, even if his mood swings leave you walking on eggshells, you can't deny the way your heart still races when he looks at you like he is now - like you're something precious he's terrified of losing. "Can we at least look through them together? You might see something you like too."

Rafe lets go of your wrist his hand shooting out to slam your binder shut with enough force to make nearby diners jump. "Don't fucking patronize me," he growls, his voice low and threatening despite their public setting. The gentle stroke of your thumb against his jaw only heightens his agitation, like a match to gasoline. "You think I don't see what this is?" He leans forward, invading your space across the table, his blue eyes wild with a mixture of possessiveness and barely contained rage. "First it's just 'looking at options,' then suddenly you're gone, probably fucking some ivy league asshole who doesn't know you like I do." His breathing becomes more erratic, the hand on his chest pressing harder as anxiety mingles with his growing anger. The familiar scent of your perfume - usually calming - now seems to mock him with its potential absence.

"You're trying to leave me, just like everyone else. Just like my mom, just like Sarah..." His voice cracks slightly on his sister's name before hardening again. "Well, I won't fucking let you."

You tense at the sudden shift in Rafe's demeanor, your heart rate picking up as you watch him slam your binder shut. The warmth drains from your eyes, replaced by a flicker of fear you try desperately to hide. Your skin prickles with goosebumps as he invades your space, his paranoia rolling off him in waves. You’ve seen him like this before, but never quite this intense, never quite this threatening in such a public place.

"Rafe, please," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as you glance around at the other diners who are now openly staring at them. Your sundress suddenly feels too thin, too exposed under his wild-eyed gaze. You can smell the mixture of his cologne and sweat, and see the way his pupils are dilated - clear signs he's high again. "You're making a scene. Can we please just discuss this somewhere private?" 

A laugh escapes his throat at your suggestion of talking, the sound drawing more concerned glances from nearby tables. "Discuss? There's nothing to fucking discuss." His voice takes on that manipulative tone he knows works so well, mixing threat with vulnerability. "You belong here, with me. Do you think any of those places are gonna love you like I do? Understand you like I do?" His eyes flick to the promise ring on your finger, a visible reminder of his claim on you. "Or maybe that's what you want - to get away from the crazy boyfriend, right? Is that what this is about?"

The cocaine-fueled paranoia reaches a crescendo as he suddenly stands, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He towers over you, his presence intimidating despite the public setting. "You're not going anywhere," he declares, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he leans down close to your ear. "And if you try, I'll make sure every single one of those fancy schools loses your application. Don't test me, baby." His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, a twisted mixture of threat and affection that's purely him. "Now get your shit. We're leaving." His hand moves to grip your upper arm, ready to pull you up from your chair, his entire body vibrating with barely contained violence and possessive need.

The promise ring feels like it's burning on your finger as tears start to well up in your eyes. "I'm not trying to leave you," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper. I'm not trying to leave you, I love you, Rafe. You know I do. But you're hurting me right now." You can feel your body starting to shake, whether from fear or adrenaline, you're not sure anymore.

You let him pull you to your feet, knowing resistance will only make things worse. Your college applications lay forgotten on the table as you stumble slightly, your legs weak from the sudden movement. "Okay," you concede, your voice small and defeated. "Okay, we can go. Just... please calm down. Please." Your free hand comes up to rest on his chest again, feeling his racing heartbeat under your palm. "Let's go to your family's place and talk about this properly. Just you and me, baby. Like we always do."

Rafe feels you trembling beneath his grip, and something in your tear-filled eyes pierces through his cocaine-addled rage. His breathing is still erratic, but the feel of your hand against his racing heart starts to ground him. The familiar scent of your perfume begins to cut through the paranoid haze, reminding him of lazy mornings in his bed, of your soft sighs against his neck. His grip on your arm loosens slightly, though he doesn't let go completely.

"Fuck," he mutters, running his free hand through his disheveled hair as reality starts seeping back in. The stares of the other country club patrons finally register, and he can feel his father's disapproval even in his absence. His jaw clenches and unclenches as he struggles to regain control. "Yeah... yeah, okay. Let's go home." His voice is still rough, but the dangerous edge has dulled somewhat. He reaches past you to grab your binder, shoving it under his arm - he's not leaving it here for you to come back to later.

The walk to his truck is tense, his hand moving from your arm to the small of your back - still possessive, but less aggressive. The cocaine is making him jittery, his thoughts racing between paranoia and guilt. Once you're inside his truck, he slams his palms against the steering wheel, making you jump. "I just..." he starts, his voice cracking slightly. "I can't lose you too, baby. I can't." His blue eyes, when they meet yours, are still wild but now tinged with desperation rather than rage. "Everyone leaves. Everyone always fucking leaves."

He reaches across the center console to pull you closer, burying his face in your neck. His breathing is still uneven, but slower now as he inhales your scent. "Stay," he whispers against your skin, his voice taking on that vulnerable quality that only you get to hear. "Just... stay with me. Please." His hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. It's the closest thing to an apology you’re likely to get from him, this moment of raw vulnerability between the storms of his temper.

Rafe paces anxiously across Topper's home gym, his footsteps echoing against the polished hardwood floors as sweat drips down his bare chest from their workout session. The late afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the expensive exercise equipment. His muscles are tense not just from lifting weights, but from the constant anxiety gnawing at his insides about your potential departure. The cocaine from earlier is still coursing through his system, making his thoughts race faster than he can process them.

"I'm telling you guys, she's fucking leaving me," he complains, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair as he continues his relentless pacing. The familiar panic starts rising in his chest again, making him rub at it absently. "All these fucking college applications... Harvard, Yale, Princeton. She's planning her escape and I can't... I can't fucking let that happen." His blue eyes are wild as they dart between Kelce and Topper, sprawled across the leather bench press seats, watching their friend's mounting distress.

Kelce exchanges a knowing look with Topper before speaking up, his voice careful as he watches Rafe's increasingly agitated movements. "Man, you need to chill. Maybe if you weren't so fucking intense about it-" Rafe's sharp laugh cuts him off, the sound bouncing off the mirrored walls. "Intense? You think I'm being intense?" Rafe's voice rises as he spins to face them, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "My girl's trying to leave the fucking state, and you're telling me to chill?"

"Well," Topper drawls, wiping his face with a monogrammed towel, "you could always do what my cousin did when his girlfriend tried to leave for college." He pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk playing on his lips. "Got her knocked up. Can't exactly go to Yale with a baby on the way, can you?" He's clearly joking, but something in Rafe's expression shifts, his eyes taking on that dangerous gleam that appears when he's formulating a plan.

"That's..." Rafe stops pacing, his mind racing with possibilities. His jaw clenches rhythmically as he processes the idea. "That's fucking perfect." He starts pacing again, but this time with purpose, his movements predatory rather than anxious. "She'd have to stay. She'd be tied to me forever." His voice takes on that obsessive quality that appears when he's fixating on something. "No more fucking college applications, no more threats of leaving. She'd be mine, completely mine."

"Dude," Kelce sits up straighter, realizing Rafe's actually considering it. "I don't think that's what Topper meant-" But Rafe's already lost in his world, his cocaine-fueled paranoia latching onto this new solution like a lifeline. "She's still a virgin too," he continues, more to himself than his friends, his rings catching the light as he gestures animatedly. "Waiting for the 'right moment' or some shit. Well, guess that moment's coming sooner than she thought."

"No, no, this could work," Rafe continues, his voice taking on that edge that suggests he's spiraling into one of his episodes. "Her parents are traditional as fuck, they'd make her keep it. And Ward's always going on about wanting grandkids to carry on the Cameron name..." He's fully pacing now, his movements jerky and aggressive as the plan solidifies in his mind. "She's been hinting about wanting to do it soon anyway. Valentine's Day is coming up..."

The gym falls silent except for the sound of Rafe's footsteps and heavy breathing. Neither Kelce nor Topper dare speak, knowing from experience that trying to talk Rafe down when he's like this - especially when he's high - is pointless and potentially dangerous. They watch as their friend works himself into a frenzy, plotting the permanent capture of his girlfriend with the same intense focus he applies to everything he wants to possess.

"It's perfect," Rafe finally declares, stopping his pacing to face his friends. His chest heaves with excited breaths, sweat making his skin shine in the fading sunlight. "She'll never leave me then. She'll have to stay here, raise our kid, be the perfect fucking family." 

The thought of you, permanently his, unable to leave him, sends a rush of possessive pleasure through his system. "You guys didn't hear any of this," he suddenly stops, fixing both Kelce and Topper with a threatening stare. "Not a fucking word to anyone, got it?" His voice carries that dangerous edge that reminds them why people are scared of him, why even other Kooks think twice before crossing him.

"Jesus Christ, Rafe," Topper mutters, running a hand through his hair as he watches his friend's descent into this new obsession. "This is fucked up, even for you." But he knows that look in Rafe's eyes. Once Rafe sets his mind to something, especially when he's high, there's no talking him out of it. The gym feels smaller suddenly, charged with the energy of Rafe's newfound determination.

Rafe stands at the door of the l/n estate, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in his tailored black suit. His blue eyes are slightly dilated from the line of cocaine he did in his truck to calm his nerves, but he's made sure to eye drop and cologne himself thoroughly. The velvet box containing the surprise he has planned for later weighs heavy in his pocket as he shifts anxiously, his rings catching the light as he reaches up to adjust his tie.

When Paul opens the door, Rafe immediately straightens his posture, forcing his most charming smile - the one he uses when he needs to impress. "Good evening, Mr. L/N," he greets, his voice steady despite the cocaine making his heart race. The older man's scrutinizing gaze reminds him uncomfortably of his own father's disapproving stares. The foyer behind Paul gleams with old money - crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and family portraits that speak of generations of Kook legacy.

"Rafe," Paul acknowledges with a slight nod, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the young man's appearance. There's something about Ward Cameron's son that has always set him on edge, though he can't quite put his finger on what. Maybe it's the occasional wild look in his eyes or the way his daughter seems to walk on eggshells around him sometimes. "Y/N is still getting ready. Come in." He steps aside, allowing Rafe into the pristine foyer.

The sound of Rafe's expensive dress shoes echoes against the marble as he enters, his hands sliding into his pockets to hide their slight tremor - partly from the drugs, partly from anticipation of what he has planned for tonight. The house smells of old money and fresh flowers, much like his own family's estate, but somehow more sterile, fitting for a plastic surgeon's home. His fingers brush against the small packet of powder in his pocket, next to the ring box - just enough to keep him steady through dinner.

"I trust you'll have her home at a reasonable hour," Paul's voice cuts through Rafe's thoughts, making him turn to face the older man. "Of course, sir," Rafe responds, that practiced smile still in place even as his jaw clenches slightly. "We just have reservations at Le Rivage, then maybe a walk on the beach." What he doesn't mention is the rest of his plans for the evening - the champagne waiting in his truck, the blankets he's laid out at his secret spot on the beach, the pills dissolved in one of the champagne glasses that will make sure everything goes according to plan.

The sound of heels on marble draws both men's attention to the grand staircase, and Rafe's breath catches in his throat. You descend like something out of a dream, your skin glowing against the deep red of your dress making his hands itch with the need to touch you. His blue eyes darken as they track your movement, his mind already racing ahead to later in the evening, to all the ways he plans to claim you completely.

"You look fucking perfect," he breathes out when you reach the bottom of the stairs, catching himself too late to censor his language in front of your father. But he can't help it - the cocaine making him more impulsive than usual, and the sight of you making his blood run hot. He steps forward to meet you, one hand reaching out to brush against your waist, proprietary and possessive even under your father's watchful gaze. The scent of your perfume mingles with the lingering chemical taste in the back of his throat, making him dizzy with want and anticipation.

Tonight's the night, he thinks, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as Paul insists on taking pictures. Tonight you become his completely, permanently. No more college applications, no more threats of leaving. The thought makes him pull you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Ready for your Valentine's surprise, baby?" His voice carries that dangerous edge that anyone else would recognize as a warning, but he knows his sweet, innocent Y/N won't catch it. Not until it's too late.

Rafe helps you into his truck, his hand lingering possessively on your lower back as you climb in. The interior smells of expensive leather and his cologne, mixed with something chemical that makes you wrinkle your nose slightly. He slides into the driver's seat, his movements are precise despite the cocaine coursing through his system. The engine purrs to life, and he immediately reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers as he pulls away from your family's estate.

"You really do look fucking incredible tonight," he murmurs, his blue eyes flickering between you and the road. His thumb traces circles on your palm, a gesture that would seem sweet if not for the slight tremor in his hand. "That dress is driving me crazy." His rings catch the streetlights as you drive through Figure 8, passing other massive estates and perfectly manicured lawns.

"Thank you, baby," You respond softly, your free hand smoothing down the red fabric of your dress. "You clean up pretty nice yourself." You glance at him, admiring how the streetlights cast shadows across his sharp jawline. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going for dinner? You've been so secretive about tonight."

Rafe's grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly. "It's a surprise, remember?" His voice carries that edge of control he can never quite hide. "But first..." He reaches behind your seat with his free hand, pulling out a small gift bag. "I got you something to wear at dinner." Inside is a delicate diamond necklace, the stones catching the light like tiny stars.

"Oh, Rafe," You breathe, reaching for the necklace. "It's beautiful. You didn't have to-" You are cut off by his laugh, that sharp sound that always makes your stomach flip. "Of course I did. Only the best for my girl." He pulls into a secluded spot overlooking the water, putting the truck in park. "Here, let me put it on you."

His hands are slightly unsteady as he fastens the necklace around your throat, his breath hot against your neck. "Perfect," he whispers, his fingers trailing down your spine. "Just like you'll be after tonight." There's something in his voice that makes you shiver, though you can't quite place why. "What do you mean?" you ask, turning to face him.

Rafe's eyes are darker now, pupils blown wide as he stares at you. "Just that I've got big plans for us, baby." His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "Tonight's gonna change everything." He leans in closer, his other hand sliding up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. "You trust me, right?"

"Of course I do," You whisper, even as something in your gut tells you something's off. You can feel his heart racing where your bodies are pressed together and you can smell something sharp and chemical on his breath beneath the mint. "Rafe, are you okay? You seem...different tonight."

"Never better," he responds, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Just excited to give you all your surprises." His hand moves higher up your thigh, possessive and demanding. "Now, how about we have a little drink before dinner? To celebrate Valentine's Day?" He reaches behind the seat again, pulling out an expensive bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Rafe pours the champagne with calculated precision, his hands steadier now as he hands you your specially prepared glass. The moonlight filtering through the truck's windows catches the diamond necklace at your throat, reminding him of how perfectly it marks you as his. His blue eyes track your every movement as you accept the glass, noting how the red fabric of your dress has ridden up slightly from your position.

"To us," he proposes, raising his glass with that dangerous smile playing at his lips. The cocaine makes everything feel more intense - the way your perfume fills the confined space of his truck, the soft sound of your breathing, the sight of your lips touching the rim of the glass. He watches intently as you take a sip, something predatory flickering in his eyes. "And to all the surprises tonight has in store."

"Mmm, this is really good," You comment, taking another sip. You don’t notice how Rafe barely touches his glass, too focused on watching your drink. "But shouldn't we head to dinner? We don't want to lose our reservation." You move to check the time on your phone, but Rafe's hand shoots out to stop you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with practiced possessiveness.

"We've got time," he assures you, his voice dropping lower as he leans closer. His free hand comes up to trace the line of the necklace, fingers ghosting over your collarbone. "Besides, I want to enjoy this moment. Just you and me." He can feel your pulse racing under his fingers where they press against your wrist. "Finish your drink, baby. Then we can talk about dinner."

He watches as you obediently take another sip, then another. "You know what I love about you, Y/N?" His voice is rough now, heavy with want and something darker. "How fucking perfect you are. How innocent." His fingers trace patterns on your inner thigh, making you shiver. "How you trust me completely."

"Rafe," you breathe, and he notices your words are slightly slurred now. Your eyes are starting to look unfocused as you blink slowly at him. "I feel... strange." The champagne glass slips from your fingers, but he catches it smoothly, setting it aside. His heart is racing with a mixture of cocaine-fueled excitement and dark anticipation.

"Shh, baby," he soothes, pulling you closer as you start to sway slightly. "I've got you. Always got you." His lips brush against your neck, just above the diamond necklace. "And after tonight, you'll always be mine. No more college applications, no more threats of leaving." His voice takes on that possessive edge that would normally frighten you, but the drugs in your system are making everything feel distant and hazy.

"What did you..." you try to ask, your head falling back against the seat as your limbs grow heavy. Rafe's hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he watches the drugs take effect. The moonlight casts shadows across his face, making his expression look almost demonic as he smiles down at you.

"Just making sure tonight goes exactly as planned," he whispers, his other hand already reaching for the blankets he has stashed behind the seats. "Don't fight it, baby. Just let go. Let me take care of everything." His lips crash against yours, swallowing any protest you might have made as the drugs pull you deeper under their influence.

Rafe watches with dark satisfaction as your movements become increasingly sluggish, your normally bright eyes growing heavy-lidded and unfocused. He shifts in his seat, reaching to recline both of your seats back to create more space in the truck's cabin. The moonlight streaming through the windows casts ethereal shadows across your skin as he positions your body how he wants.

"Rafe..." you mumble, your voice thick and confused as he spreads the blankets beneath you. "What's happening? I feel so..." Your word trails off as he captures your lips in another possessive kiss, his hands already working at the zipper of your red dress.

"Just relax, baby," he whispers against your mouth, cocaine making his movements more aggressive than usual. "Let me take care of you." His fingers trace the newly exposed skin of your back, savoring how you shiver under his touch despite your drugged state. "You look so fucking perfect like this. So helpless. So mine."

Rafe's hands slide possessively over your body as he peels the red dress from your drugged form, revealing the black underwear underneath. His blue eyes darken with predatory hunger as he drinks in the sight of you laid out beneath him in his truck, the diamond necklace glinting at your throat like a collar. The softness of your skin, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, the little whimpers that escape your lips as you try to fight through the fog in your mind.

"Shh, baby," he soothes, his voice rough with desire as his hands roam over your exposed flesh. "Just let it happen. You know you want this." His fingers trace the edge of your lacy bra, teasing your hardened nipples through the delicate fabric. "Been waiting so fucking long for this moment. To make you completely mine."

"Rafe, please," You slurred, weakly trying to push at his chest. "Something's wrong... I can't..." Your protests are cut off by his mouth crashing against yours, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as his hand slides between your thighs. He groans when he feels how wet you are through your panties, his cock straining against his suit pants.

"Look how ready you are for me," he rubs circles against your clit through the lace. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind's trying to fight it." He pulls back to admire his handiwork - your lips swollen from his kisses, your pupils blown wide from the drugs, your chest heaving as you struggle to focus. "Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Gonna put my baby in you tonight."

Rafe’s fingers hook into your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs as you weakly try to squeeze your thighs together. The moonlight catches on the wetness between your legs, making him groan. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he breathes, his fingers spreading you open. "All perfect and untouched. Not for long though." 

Rafe's fingers work methodically between your thighs, spreading your wetness as he watches your face contort with unwilling pleasure. His other hand pins your wrists above your head, his rings cold against your feverish skin. The truck's windows are starting to fog up from your heavy breathing, creating a private cocoon around you.

"That's it, baby," he growls, sliding two fingers into you, feeling how tight you are around them. "Gonna stretch you out nice and slow before I fuck a baby into you." His cock throbs painfully in his pants as he watches you arch beneath him, the drugs making you more responsive even as you try to resist.

"No... Rafe... please," You whimper, your head thrashing weakly against the leather seat. But your body betrays you, hips rocking against his skilled fingers as he finds that spot inside you that makes you see stars. The diamond necklace glints at your throat as you gasp, reminding him of his ownership.

"Look at you, taking my fingers so well," he praises darkly, adding a third finger to stretch you further. "Can't wait to feel this tight little cunt around my cock." His thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles that make your whole body tremble. "Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Make sure my cum stays deep inside you until it takes."

The way your walls clench around his fingers, the little sounds you make as he works your body, the perfect arch of your back as you fight between pleasure and resistance. He leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, biting down just hard enough to make you cry out.

"Please," you beg, though whether you're begging him to stop or continue, even you don’t know anymore. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing from his touch as the drugs make everything feel more intense. "Rafe... I can't..."

"Yes, you can," he demands, curling his fingers inside you as his thumb speeds up on your clit. "Come on my fingers like a good girl. Show me how much you want my cock." His blue eyes are wild with possession as he watches you fall apart beneath him, knowing that after tonight, you’ll never be able to leave him. 

Rafe’s fingers work relentlessly between your thighs. His free hand moves from your wrists to grip your throat, right above the diamond necklace, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my fingers."

Your body betrays you even as your mind tries to resist, waves of unwilling pleasure building under his skilled touch. The drugs make everything feel heightened - the stretch of his fingers inside you, the pressure of his thumb on your clit, the heat of his breath against your neck. Your legs start to tremble as you approach your peak.

"That's it, baby," He watches your face contort with pleasure and confusion. His cock strains painfully against his suit pants, demanding attention. But he forces himself to wait, to savor this moment of taking your innocence piece by piece. "Give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel."

The sound of your heavy breathing fills the truck's cabin, mixing with the wet sounds of his fingers working between your legs. Rafe's eyes are dark with possession as he watches you fight against the inevitable, knowing that each moment brings him closer to his ultimate goal. The moonlight catches on the sweat beading on your skin, making you glow ethereally.

"I... I can't..." You whimper, your back arching off the seat as pleasure builds to an unbearable level. The drugs make everything feel like too much and not enough all at once. "Rafe, please..." Your fingers clutch desperately at his shoulders. "You can, and you will," he commands, his voice taking on that dangerous edge that brooks no argument. His fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes you see stars while his thumb circles your clit with practiced precision. "Come for me now. Let me feel it."

Rafe watches with dark satisfaction as your body trembles beneath him, your back arching off the leather seat as pleasure builds. His fingers work relentlessly inside your pussy, stretching and preparing you for what's to come. The way your walls clench around his digits, the little gasps and moans you can't hold back, the perfect arch of your spine as you fight between resistance and ecstasy.

"That's my good girl," his free hand moving from your throat to grip your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Watch me while you come. Want to see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart." His thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your whole body shake.

Your eyes flutter open, glazed with drugs and unwilling pleasure. The moonlight catches the tears gathering in your lashes as you stare up at him, unable to look away from his intense blue gaze. Your lips part in a silent scream as the pressure builds to an unbearable level, your body tightening around his fingers.

"Please," Her hands clutch desperately at his shoulders, leaving crescent marks through his expensive shirt. "Rafe, I can't... it's too much..."

"Yes, you can," he demands, his voice rough with desire and dominance. "Come for me now, baby. Show me how good I make you feel." His fingers speed up inside you, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the truck's cabin. "Let go. Let me see you fall apart before I fuck you properly."

The combination of his skilled fingers, the drugs in your system, and his commanding voice finally pushes you over the edge. Your whole body goes rigid as pleasure crashes through you, walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as you come with a broken cry of his name. 

"Beautiful," he breathes, working you through the aftershocks as you tremble beneath him. "But we're not done yet, baby. Not even close." His free hand moves to his belt, the sound of the buckle loud in the confined space. "Now it's time for the main event. Time to make you completely mine."

Rafe takes his time unbuckling his belt, the metallic sound echoing in the confined space of his truck. His blue eyes never leave your face as he watches you come down from your high, your body still trembling with aftershocks. Your chest heaves with each breath, the glisten of sweat on your skin, the slight quiver of your thighs as they remain spread for him.

"Look at you," he grunts, finally freeing his throbbing cock from his pants. "All fucked out from just my fingers, and we haven't even gotten to the best part yet." His hand wraps around his length, stroking slowly as he positions himself between your legs. The head of his cock brushes against your sensitive folds, making you whimper. "Been waiting so fucking long for this moment."

"Rafe," You slur, your drugged mind struggling to focus as you feel his size pressing against your entrance. "Wait... I'm not ready..." Your weak protests only serve to fuel his desire, his grip tightening on your hip as he holds you in place. The diamond necklace at your throat catches the moonlight as you try to shift away.

"You're more than ready, baby," he counters, using his free hand to spread your wetness along his length. "Your body's begging for it. Been begging for it all night." He leans down, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss as he starts to push inside your entrance. The stretch is intense, making you gasp against his mouth. "Gonna make you take every fucking inch."

His cock inches forward slowly, savoring the way your walls resist his invasion. The truck's windows are completely fogged now, creating a private world for just the two of you. Rafe's breathing grows heavier as he feels your tight heat enveloping him, his control starting to slip. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Taking my cock so well, just like I knew you would."

Tears stream down your cheeks as he stretches you open, the mixture of pain and drugged pleasure making your head spin. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. "Almost there, baby," he pants against your neck, his hips still pushing forward relentlessly. "Just a little more and you'll have all of me." His free hand slides between them to rub your clit, knowing the added stimulation will help your body accept him. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with my cum, make sure it takes. Make sure you can never leave me."

Rafe's hips finally meet yours as he bottoms out inside you, a groan of satisfaction rumbling deep in his chest. Your walls flutter around his length as you adjust to being completely filled for the first time. The truck's cabin is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the leather seats creaking beneath them with each subtle movement.

"There we go," he pants against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. His hands grip your hips possessively as he holds himself still, savoring the moment. "Been dreaming about this for so fucking long, baby. About claiming you completely." You whimper beneath him, your mind is hazy from the drugs as your body struggles to accommodate his size. Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, your fingers clutch weakly at his shoulders as you feel him throb inside you.

"Please," you manage to gasp, though your drugged state makes it hard to form coherent thoughts. "It's too much... I can't..." Your protests are cut off by his mouth capturing yours in a demanding kiss, his tongue invading your mouth just as his cock has invaded your body.

"Yes, you can," his hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. "And you will. Gonna fuck a baby into you tonight, make sure you can never leave me." His movements gradually become deeper, and more purposeful, as he establishes a rhythm. "Watch me while I do it. Want to see those pretty eyes when I breed you." One hand slides from your hip to grip your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he fucks into you. "That's it," he praises darkly as your body starts to respond despite your protests. "Take it like a good girl. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock."

Rafe's movements become more intense, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force as he chases his release. The truck rocks with your movements, his hands grip your hips bruisingly tight as he pounds into you, watching with dark satisfaction as pleasure and pain war across your drugged features.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he groans, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat just above the diamond necklace. "So fucking tight around my cock. Like you were made for this." His thumb traces your bottom lip as he continues his relentless pace. "Made to take my cum, to carry my baby."

Your head thrashes weakly against the leather seat, your body overwhelmed by the mix of drugs and unwilling pleasure. Your walls clench around him involuntarily as another orgasm builds, making him grunt with satisfaction. "That's it, baby," he praises darkly. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Show me how much your body wants this." His free hand moves between them to rub your clit, determined to make you come around his cock. "Gonna fill you up so good," he pants, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he nears his release. "Gonna pump you full of my cum until it takes. Make sure everyone knows you belong to me." His fingers speed up on your clit as he feels your walls starting to flutter. "Come for me now, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk my cock."

Rafe's grip tightens on your hips as he feels his release building, his thrusts becoming more desperate and erratic. "That's it, baby," feeling your walls clench around him as another orgasm builds in your drugged body. "Come on my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want my cum." Your back arches off the seat as pleasure crashes through you against your will, your walls squeezing his length rhythmically. The sight of you coming undone beneath him finally pushes Rafe over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into your pussy. "Fuck," he pants against your neck, grinding his hips to ensure his cum stays deep inside. "All mine now."

He collapses on top of you for a moment, both of you catching your breath in the steamy confines of his truck. The diamond necklace glints at your throat as he finally pulls out, watching with dark satisfaction as his release drips from your used pussy. "No more college applications, no more threats of leaving. You're stuck with me now, baby." Without a word, he starts fixing his clothes, already planning your next encounter in his mind. 

"Let's get you home, baby," he says, his voice rough as he helps you dress on shaky legs. "Don't want your daddy getting suspicious." His hand rests possessively on your thigh as he starts the truck, knowing that after tonight, everything has changed. The drive back is silent except for your occasional whimpers, the drugs still making your head fuzzy as she processes what just happened.

A week later,  

Rafe lounges against his truck at the Boneyard, The beach is relatively empty at this hour, just a few surfers catching the last waves of the day. His blue eyes track your movement, noting how pale you look, and how your usual confident stride seems shakier. A smirk plays at his lips, though he keeps his expression carefully neutral.

"Hey baby," he calls out, pushing off the truck to meet you. His hands immediately find your waist, pulling you close as he studies your face. "You sounded weird on the phone. Everything okay?" The concern in his voice is perfectly crafted, masking the satisfaction he feels as he takes in your distressed state.

Your hands tremble as you pull away from his embrace, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. "Rafe, I... I need to tell you something." Your voice cracks slightly as you speak, tears already gathering in your eyes. "I went to the doctor today..."

"What's wrong?" Rafe steps closer, his hand coming up to cup your face with practiced gentleness. Inside, his heart races with anticipation, but his expression remains one of innocent concern. "You've been sick all week. Did they figure out what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant," you whisper, the words carried away by the ocean breeze. Your eyes search his face desperately for any sign of recognition, any hint that he remembers your Valentine's night. "But I don't... I can't remember... The last thing I clearly remember is having champagne in your truck..."

Rafe's eyes widen in perfectly feigned shock, his hand dropping from your face as he takes a step back. "You're... what?" He runs a hand through his hair, the picture of a young man receiving unexpected news. "But we've never... I mean, I thought you wanted to wait?" His voice carries just the right amount of confusion and disbelief.

"That's just it," Your voice rises slightly, panic evident in your tone. "I don't remember! Valentine's Day is just... fuzzy. But the doctor said I'm about a week along, and you're the only one I've been with..." you trail off, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks.

Rafe pulls you into his arms, hiding his triumphant smile in your hair. "Shh, it's okay," he soothes, one hand moving to rest possessively over your still-flat stomach. "We'll figure this out together. I'm here for you, baby. Always." His voice drops lower, taking on that dangerous edge you're too distraught to notice. "Guess those college applications won't be necessary anymore, huh?"

His hand tightens possessively around your waist as you tremble against him, his other hand still resting on your stomach where his child is growing. The setting sun casts long shadows across the beach, the sound of waves providing a backdrop to your quiet sobs. His blue eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as he feels you collapse further into his embrace, exactly where he wants you.

"What am I going to tell my parents?" You whisper against his chest, your voice breaking. "My dad... he's going to kill me. And all my college plans..." You pull back slightly to look up at him, mascara running down your cheeks. "Rafe, I can't remember anything from that night. How did this happen?"

Rafe's jaw clenches as he maintains his facade of confusion and concern. "Hey, look at me," he demands softly, tilting your chin up with his fingers. "Your parents love you. And my family... well, Ward's always talking about wanting grandkids." His thumb wipes away your tears as he studies your face. "Maybe this is a good thing, you know? You and me, starting our own family."

"But I had plans," you protest weakly, your hands clutching at his shirt. "Harvard, Yale... I was supposed to get out of Outer Banks..." You don’t even notice how his grip tightens painfully at your words or the flash of possessive anger in his eyes.

"Fuck those plans," he growls, before quickly softening his tone. "I mean, things change, right? Sometimes for the better." His hand slides up to cup your face, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "You've got me now. Got us. Isn't that better than some fancy college where you don't know anyone?" He’s super hyper-focused on every detail - the way you unconsciously lean into his touch, how your body fits perfectly against his, the slight swell of your breasts that's already becoming noticeable. His other hand remains possessively on your stomach, imagining how it will grow with his child.

"I'm scared," You admit, your voice small against the sound of crashing waves. "Everything's happening so fast, and I can't remember... that night is just blank, Rafe. Doesn't that bother you?" You search his face for any sign of recognition, any hint of guilt.

But Rafe's expression remains carefully crafted a mixture of concern and determination. "What bothers me is seeing you upset," he lies smoothly, pulling you closer. "We'll figure this out together, okay? You and me and our baby. "No more talk about leaving, though. You belong here, with me. Got it?"

"We should tell our parents soon," he says, his voice carrying that edge of control he can never quite hide. "Get everything out in the open. But first, promise me something, baby. Promise me you'll stop looking at those college applications."

Your eyes widen with fresh tears as you stare up at him. "But Rafe, I can't just give up everything I've worked for..." Your voice trails off as his grip tightens slightly on your chin, his blue eyes darkening with barely contained possession.

"Those dreams were for the old Y/N," he states firmly, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "The one who didn't have a family to think about. Things are different now." His other hand presses harder against your stomach, a reminder of what's growing inside of you. "You've got bigger responsibilities. To me. To our baby."

The waves crash against the shore behind them as silence stretches between them. Rafe can feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers where they rest against your throat and can see the moment you start to break under the weight of reality. His plan is working perfectly - soon you’ll be completely his, tied to him forever through your child.

"I... I need time to think," You finally whisper, trying to step back from his embrace. But Rafe's grip remains firm, keeping you close as the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. His expression shifts into something darker, more possessive.

"No more thinking," One of his hands slid up to tangle in your hair. "No more plans that don't include me. You're mine now, Y/N. The sooner you accept that, the better." His voice carries a threat wrapped in velvet as he stares down at you. "Or should we talk about how convenient it is that you can't remember Valentine's Day?"

Rafe's threat hangs heavy in the air as your face drains of color. His fingers tighten in your hair, cocaine making his movements more aggressive than usual. The darkened beach feels suddenly oppressive as he towers over your trembling form.

"What... what do you mean?" You whisper, your voice is small and frightened as you search his face. The familiar warmth in his blue eyes has been replaced by something cold and calculating that makes your stomach turn.

"You really want to know what happened that night?" he asks, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. His hand slides from your stomach to your hip possessively. "Want me to tell you exactly how I made sure you'd never leave me? How I watched you drink that champagne, knowing what was in it?"

You try to pull away, but his grip is iron-tight as realization dawns on your face. "No," she breathes, shaking her head in denial. "You wouldn't... you couldn't..." But the predatory smile spreading across his face tells you everything you need to know.

"I did," he confirms, pulling you closer until your faces are inches apart. "And now you're carrying my baby. No more college applications. No more dreams of leaving. You're mine forever now, baby." His thumb brushes away a tear from your cheek with mock tenderness. "And if you ever think about telling anyone... well, who's going to believe the girl who can't remember her own Valentine's Day?"

The waves crash behind them as your world crumbles around you. You can feel the weight of the promise ring on your finger - once a symbol of love, now feeling more like a shackle. Rafe watches you process everything with dark satisfaction, knowing he's won completely.

"Why?" you finally manage to ask through your tears, your voice breaking on the single word. The hand in your hair tightens as Rafe's expression turns almost tender, though his eyes remain cold.

"Because you're mine," he states simply as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And I take care of what's mine. You'll see, baby. This is better than any fancy college could ever be." His hand moves to rest on your stomach again, possessive and threatening all at once. "Our little family, together forever in Outer Banks. Just like it should be."

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Rafe Cameron SMAU

🍒 little sneak peak into a mixed smau series that i want to start ! lil sweetheart!reader x s3!rafe with some teen pregnancy? not endorsing it, but it’s for the angst and the plot !

💋 interact with this post to let me know if you’d be interested in reading this !!!

💄 angst, pregnancy, possessive!rafe, jealousy, suspected cheating, gooddad!rafe, kook!reader, some toxic!rafe, steamy but no smut (unless..?), craves motherly love! rafe, etc.,

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PLS PLS DO THIS WITH KOOK!READER X RAFE AND THEYRE MARRIED AND THEYRE JUST THE HOTTEST COUPLE https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSjHYPTHf/

Low life || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

GIF by @tetragonia

A/n: shut up I’ve seen that tiktok before and he was sooooooooooooo giving buzz cut Drew but with a mo. This is the tiktok btw

Warnings: nothinggg

Word count: 862

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

“Let me see it again!” Sarah’s voice rings out with excitement as she reaches for your hand, practically bouncing in place. You laugh softly, extending your fingers toward her, the diamond catching the light in a dazzling display. Her eyes widen dramatically as she gasps, clutching your hand closer.

“Holy fuck, did it grow overnight? I swear it wasn’t this big the last time I saw it!” She twists your hand slightly, examining every angle of the ring as though it’s a rare treasure. “It’s still the same size, Sarah,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head at her theatrics.

Rafe, standing just behind you, smirks at her reaction before slipping his arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against his side. “She just can’t believe her brother has good taste for once,” he teases, earning an eye roll from Sarah. “You’re not wrong,” Sarah quips, still transfixed by the enormous diamond sparkling on your finger.

“But seriously, this thing is insane. Did you blind someone to pay for it, or…?” Rafe chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I just know what she deserves,” he says smoothly, his voice low and affectionate. You tilt your head back to look at him, a warmth blooming in your chest as his smirk softens into something more genuine.

Sarah, ever the romantic, places a hand over her heart. “God, you two make me sick. But that ring? That makes me jealous.”

~

A gasp escapes Sarah as she sits across from you and Rafe at the patio table, her expression somewhere between shock and amusement. “What now?” you ask, pausing mid-motion on Rafe’s lap as you toy with the collar of his polo shirt.

“You need to do this TikTok with Rafe,” she announces, eyes lighting up mischievously. “I’ll send it to you—it’s perfect.” A laugh bubbles out of you as you unlock your phone, curiosity piqued. “Another TikTok?” Rafe groans dramatically, throwing his head back with exaggerated exasperation.

“Oh, don’t even start, babe,” you tease, shooting him a knowing look. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. You’re always asking me how many views we’ve gotten, and let’s not forget—you’ve gone viral countless times.” A smirk tugs at the corner of Rafe’s mouth despite his attempt to keep up his act of disinterest.

“I don’t ask—I just overhear you bragging about it.” “Sure, sure,” you say with a grin, nudging his shoulder. “Don’t let that ego of yours fool anyone. You love the attention.” Sarah snickers, scrolling on her phone. “She’s not wrong. You’re basically the face of TikTok Kook couples now.”

Rafe groans again, this time quieter, as he leans back in his chair, muttering, “What did I sign up for?” But the way his hand says squeezes your thigh and his arm pulls you closer to him says it all—he doesn’t actually mind. You watch the TikTok, the beat of Low Life already stuck in your head as the trend plays out.

A grin spreads across your face as you glance between Sarah and Rafe. “This is perfect,” you say, excitement bubbling in your voice as you immediately click on the audio to start recording. Rafe, lounging back in his seat, gives you a skeptical look. “Alright, what am I doing this time?”

“You’re doing what this guy is doing,” you explain, holding your phone up to show him the video. “When it says ‘sniper,’ you show your ring, and when it says ‘wifey,’ I show mine. Easy.” Rafe leans back, smirking as he looks at the video. “Oh, that’s what this is about? You just want another excuse to show off the ring I gave you.”

“Damn right I do,” you reply with a grin, repositioning your phone to get the angle just right. “Now stop stalling. We’re doing this.” You hit record, aiming the phone at Rafe as the music starts. He rolls his eyes playfully but immediately begins to lip-sync, leaning into his role. He raises his hand, casually flashing the sleek band on his finger, his lips curling into a smirk as he lip-syncs, “Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper.”

His eyes gleaming with confidence. You then move your phone to you, seated confidently on his lap, your diamond ring sparkling in the sunlight as you raise your hand and mouth, “Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.” Your gaze is playful yet proud, Rafe watching you intensely on your phone.

The video ends as the beat fades, and you immediately hit stop, glancing up at Rafe with a satisfied grin. He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re too good at convincing me to do these things.” Sarah claps her hands together, already reaching for your phone. “You two are ridiculous,” she says, grinning. “But also ridiculously good at this. TikTok is going to eat this up.”

You laugh, leaning into Rafe as you start trimming the video to perfection. “They’d better,” you reply, your voice teasing. “We’re setting the standard for Kook couples, officially the blueprint now.” Rafe hums, his arm sliding around your waist. “Anything for you, wifey,” he murmurs, low enough for only you to hear, making your cheeks flush despite yourself.

[dollyfiles]

giving pogue!jj head in the back of your car

cw: smut, oral (m. receiving), handjob, cum swallowing, explicit language, kook!reader, rafe’s!ex!reader

your back hit the trunk of the tree, digging into your shoulder blades as jj pressed into you, one hand placed above your head, the other at your hip. his mouth found yours in the dark again, hot and urgent, like he hadn’t kissed you in years, even though it had only been seconds.

“you’re not supposed to want this,” you whispered against his lips, teasing. jj chuckled, low and rough, his nose brushing yours. “since when do i care what i’m supposed to want?”

you bit your lip, eyes locked on his blue ones. that was typical jj, reckless, mouthy, never followed a rule in his life before. and that’s what you liked about him. way too much.

“you’re a walking bad idea, jay” you murmured, your hand slipping under the edge of his shirt. his smile turned dangerous then. “and you’ve been staring at this bad idea for months, baby.”

your cheeks grew hot, but you didn’t deny it. because it was true. you were kook royalty, glitter on your collarbones, and yet something mischievous behind every flirtatious smile.

people expected you to end up with someone like rafe, not the wild, golden-haired boy who’s father was an alcoholic and who started fist fights at the beach. but jj had this pull, this particular heat, that made everything else feel boring.

he leaned in, lips brushing your jaw, his voice a whisper. “you’ve got no idea, how long i’ve wanted this.” your fingers fisted in his shirt, music from the party buzzing in the background. “then stop holding back.”

“been thinking about you for months, y/n. you smile at me like that again, i swear—” you cut him off with another messy kiss. his hand slid along your thigh, just under the hem of your dress, and your breath hitched.

just then—

“y/n?” someone called out. loud and already too close. jj froze and you stiffened. “that’s fucking topper.” jj tilted his head, listening. the sound of crunching sand and footsteps growing closer. “shit,” you hissed, already pulling back.

then tooper called out again, like some annoying security guard. “saw you duck over here, rafe’s not around, you know?” jj’s expression went from cautious to confused. “he’s still trying to babysit you?”

“he’s a loyal bitch to rafe. but i’m not his problem anymore,” you muttered, grabbing the blonde’s hand. “come on.” you dragged him out from the trees, staying low and laughing quietly as you both bolted past a stack of coolers, and towards the parking lot.

the door of your car slammed shut behind you. your back hit the backseat, chest rising and falling like you couldn’t catch your breath. jj’s hand was still in yours, both of you wide-eyed, high off the rush of nearly getting caught.

“that was fucking close,” you whispered, grinning, your cheeks burning up from the run. jj was leaning over you then, chest against yours, breath fanning across your plump lips. “topper’s really got the worst timing,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked.

“he desperately needs to get laid,” you said, rolling your eyes, but your voice dropped soft at the end, eyes flicking to his mouth. “i don’t belong to anyone anymore.”

“no,” jj said, jaw clenched, staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered. “you don’t.” and then he kissed you again. hard.

it was weeks of tension exploding between you, mouths colliding, hands fumbling, teeth scraping lips. his fingers slid into your hair, tugging gently, making you sigh into his mouth.

you hooked your legs around his waist without thinking, dragging him into the space between your thighs. his hips immediately rolled down, grinding against your center, and you both groaned, already losing every ounce of control.

“fuck,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours, grinding against you again, slower now. “you’re driving me insane.” you could feel how hard he was through his cargos, pressing right against your soaked panties, dress bunched up around your hips.

“good,” you whispered, moaning softly when he did it again. his hand slid under your dress, fingers exploring every inch of bare thigh, teasing you just enough to make you squirm. you rutted up against him, both of you dry humping like you couldn’t help yourselves, gasping every time you lined up just right.

jj’s mouth was on your neck, sucking a bruise just below your ear, one hand gripping the back of the seat, the other sliding under your panties, cupping you over the thin fabric.

“you’re soaked, mama” he said, voice wrecked. you whimpered, biting your bottom lip, grinding harder against his cock, trapped tight in his shorts. he groaned, deep and breathy, and dropped his head to your shoulder, shuddering as your hips rolled up to meet him again.

“y/n,” he panted, “i’m gonna fuckin’ lose it if you keep doing that.” you pulled back just enough to look up at him then, eyes dark and pupils fully blown, lips already swollen. “then let me take care of you.”

jj blinked, stunned, as you slid your hands down to the waistband of his jeans, fingers undoing the button slow and teasing. “wait—what are you—” he started, but his voice caught as you slipped out of his grip and pushed him into the seat. one of his hands braced on the window, the other hanging limp at his side like he’d forgotten how to move.

sliding onto your knees you looked up at him with this wicked little smirk, eyes locked on his while you pulled his jeans down just enough. his cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. and you didn’t waste any time, just wrapped your hand around him, fingers barely able to circle him completely.

you then gave him one slow and teasing stroke, your tongue poking out to lick a long stripe up the underside of his hard cock, tracing his vein, which made his whole body twitch.

“jesus christ,” he hissed, head falling back against the headrest. he twitched in your grip, already so sensitive, breath catching every time your tongue hit just the spot. then you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. soft at first, all gentle, just enough to make him gasp.

the next second you took him into your mouth like you meant it, stretching your lips around him inch by inch. sliding down until your throat was full of him, the tip of your nose touching his skin.

he looked down at you with blown pupils and parted lips, as he couldn’t believe this was really happening. “you’re fucking insane,” he breathed, chest heaving. “you feel—god—so fucking good.”

you bobbed your head slowly at first, tongue teasing the tip every time you pulled back, your other hand sliding up under his shirt to scratch your nails across his toned stomach.

with that combination jj was a mess in seconds. breathing hard, hands gripping the seat, and his hips twitching toward your mouth. “fuck, that’s—fuck, baby—don’t stop.” and you didn’t.

you picked up the pace, moaning around him just to feel the way it made him curse. drool slipped down your chin, messy and perfect, while your eyes never left his face, watching him fall apart. his hand was tangled in your hair but not pushing, just holding on like he never wanted to let go.

you pulled back to suck on just the tip, circling it with your tongue like it was candy, then took him deep again, over and over, moaning softly as he lost control above you.

“i’m gonna—” he gasped, trying to hold it back, thighs shaking. you didn’t slow down though. you wanted it, wanted him to fall apart for you, here, in the dark safety of your car, like he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.

then his whole body tensed, abs flexing as he came hard into your mouth, choking out your name with a broken moan. you didn’t flinch though, you just kept sucking.

he watched you swallow every last drop. you moaned like it tasted sweet, while your hands were still working him through it until he was completely ruined.

when you finally pulled off, lips red and swollen, wiping the corner of your mouth with your fingers teasingly, jj was wrecked. his shirt was sticking to his chest, blond locks wild and eyes glassy.

“holy fuck,” he breathed, voice raw. “that was the best fucking head i’ve had in my life.” you smirked, climbing back into his lap, kissing him soft and lazy. “that was just the beginning.”

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[nemesyaaa]

S2!rafe cameron x kook!drug dealer! reader

summary ; so....reader's snorting a line of coke on rafe's dick, and rafe taking pill of ecstasy on reader's pussy...just two losers getting high together (2k3 words.)

warnings : mentions and using of drugs. smut (without real plot.). oral (f. receiving). minors dni.

"so why did you call me? need me for somethin’?"

“ oh please, you’re the one that needs something, when have i needed you for anything?“ after all, you were the dealer, and it was your client so you were right. “ and if you didn’t want to hear from me, you probably shouldn’t have given me your number?”

“ so what, you're just bored ? ”

“ i have something for you. ”

you shook your head, sitting comfortably on the edge of your bed. with one hand, you waved a bag with colorful tablets inside in front of him with a smile falling on your lips.

rafe's eyes lit up, as if suddenly your call was worth it.

“ it’s kinda sad that your face only lights up like that when you’re about to take drugs. ” you rolled your gaze, realizing that you now had his full attention. "you want it? of course, you do. we all know rafe cameron would do anything to get high."

“ and you like that. ” he shutted. “ when your ass is spoiled by my money.”

he came closer to take the bag but you moved your hand away, being much faster than him. he gave you one of his confused looks, his jaw clenching, all frustrated by your move. “don’t play with me like that. just give it to me.”

“ mmh, let me think ? no.” you ordered. “ you want it ? earn it. no kook privilege here.”

rafe started laughing, a nasally laughter that loudly echoed in the room, as his tongue hollowed the side of his inner left cheek with a smirk. “ i don’t beg, quit being a bitch, i don’t beg to have to ‘earn’ this shit. ”

you looked at him warily, knowing full well that he would. “ i think you’re gonna start listening, because you’d do anything to get what you want. if not, it doesn’t really matter to me, i have plenty of clients from figure eight who will pay me twice the amount you do. i just have to call them right now, just give me a sec... ”

his need for drugs was kinda sad,and you felt slightly guilty for using it against him. but as a businesswoman,you easily learned to take advantage of others' vulnerabilities, to use their weaknesses. you had been raised like that, there was nothing you could do about it. and it wasn't like rafe cameron was a nice guy. it was even he who encouraged all this violence within the island.

he finally knelt down, his icy glossy-teared gaze meeting yours, his lower lips trembling and begging you to shove the damn pill in his mouth. he could almost drool on the floor because he was so desperate for this shit.

“it’s immediately less fun when you’re the one begging.” you commented, noticing his blue eyes shine because of the impatience you were putting him through.

“ i did what you asked me to. so no more playing bef…”

“ before what? what could you possibly do? kill me? you gonna try to drown me, or maybe strangle me.. people talk y’know. look, i don’t have time for your bullshit, I’m in charge right now, this little power struggle isn’t going to get you anywhere. i’m not one of your little friends and i’m not scared of you. i don’t need your money but you need drugs, so who do you think is going to win here? get it together or get out. ”

rafe cameron hated this feeling, the way you making him feel shitty, the way you felt so superior to him with your worlds. it was — too much, too humiliating for him.

he was seething, a mixture of rage and sadness, but above all need and weakness. he needed this drug, as much as he needed you to give it to him now. you were terribly making the blood boil in his bulging veins. his body was tense, and inside his mouth, it was foaming. you could see he could die from this. he would have liked to be able to use violence on you, but he was incapable of doing so. you held him helpless.

"you’ve never been in this position before, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it."

you brushed aside the strands of his bangs. “just look at that face, you are pretty, i’ll admit it” you traced his lips with your thumb, brushing it softly. with a mocking tone, you said. “ i don’t get how anyone could be intimidated by you, you’re such a baby. or maybe you’re just like this with me. ”

“ don’t call me that. ”

“then don’t give me a reason too. you’re not better than anyone. now relax, let’s just have fun." and you placed a colored pill against your tongue before pulling your lips over his, slowly sliding and driving the drug into his mouth.

you pressed your tongue against his in a mixture of dripping drool, pushing the colored pill against both of your mouths as they sought each other, sharing each other's taste. you claimed him, as you slobbering directly in his tongue, sucking the pill that had passed from one mouth to the other, from his saliva to yours, slipping in your lips and outside his, before returning to him. “ open up, rafe.” and you released the drug down his throat.

you leaned back, a trickle of saliva stretching from his tongue to your parted and swollen lips. you were breathing heavily as if he had stolen your breath during the kiss.

“ we're not done yet. " you replied in his ear, giving his earlobe a lick.

you sat on the edge of the bed again, removing your skirt and panties before spreading your thighs to let him view your perfect and sweet pussy. you placed a new pill on your tongue, caged around your two fingers before a load of drool caused the drug to slide just between your cunt.

“oops, so clumsy.” you scoffed. " you wanna get that or should i ?"

he moved closer, settling between your thighs but you grabbed his face, gently squishing his cheeks like a little boy. “i know with an ego as big as yours it’s hard to say thank you. you should try using your manners once in a while ”

“ stop trying to mess with me, just give me the damn pill.”

“ mmh…asking like that ? surely not. ”

you wedged the drug between the slits of your wet cunt lips. you could feel rafe’s burning gaze on your thighs, but also that this whole situation was turning him on deeply. drugs as much as sex.

he needed that taste again. he was addicted to it. “come on, get your shit.”

and you didn’t need to say it twice, before his mouth was rushed against your pussy, claiming it as his tongue prodding your lips to find the aphrodisiac candy. you moaned at the feeling of him wrecking your dripping cunt, lapping in it through the pill of drugs. you clenched around him, as he slurped into your soppy folds. he slipped it into his mouth, before giving your pussy a strong and heavy lick, while he gripped your left thigh. his nose was big enough to lolling your clit, getting him so ticklish, to gently caressing your skin. the wet tip brushing it. your hips moving at his messy pace. the way he sucked you was just — so good.

you were completely on cloud, the vision of his dirty face buried between your legs, his sweaty bangs ghosting his forehead, his teeths gripping into your cunt, as his tongue circling around your clit, wetness smeared sloppily through his jawline making you even more wet, and getting him hyped by your little and pretty moans that fell into your lips. the slurpy noises of his mouth devouring you in sync with your desperate voice, tongue smacking your bud. you let your hands hold him in a tight hold in his hair, as you lost yourself against him.

your legs were caged above his broad shoulders, while your hips slapped his cheeks harshly. you were sensitive, gurgling and trembling under the weight of his warm tongue as it touched your sensitive spot to the deep, slurping every single drop of juice dripping in and out of your sweet needy cunt. he lapped every corner as a dog, wrapping and curling his breathy lips around your pulsating bud, groaned everytime he feels it tense around him. and jesus — he loved your damn taste.

his breath was warm, fanning over your spreaded slit which was soaked directly on his tongue. his hold was tightened, literally digging into your flesh, as his mouth filled you so well. she looked even bigger in you, getting her way further in your insides. he was so starved, sucking and sucking as your taste was making him feel even more high than drugs. you could literally see stars, and draw them. your vision was blurred as you reached heaven.

his tongue was heavy and slobbery against your dripping pussy, mixed between his own saliva and your own wetness, which made his entire jaw shiny with the mixture. and with that, the ecstacy effect began to build, making the pleasure even stronger and hotter.

the way your body arched as he eaten your pussy like he hadn’t touched anything, licked anything in months.

you had re-slipped a pill to give him even more of an appetite, feeding him like a starving man. you could feel his short cutted grunts against your pussy, as your hips rubbed his face.

your head was spinning, and your stomach was spiraling. it felt so good, but you were so lost. the drugs, the sex, rafe, everything was wonderfully good. why go to heaven when you have everything here?

rafe had never felt so good, he loved cocaine, he cherished this drug that he had broken and which he could no longer live without. but honestly, he liked drugs in general, anything that would make him high and unstable. he needed this to survive.

he sometimes dreamed of being clean, but it was impossible. all this shit was too much — too important for him. when you came in his mouth, releasing all your heavenly juices on his tongue, you blocked his breath by pulling him harder against your soaked and juicy cunt, forcing his throat to gasp, and swallowing everything that came to his cavity.

“ i want to try something with you.” you said in a lower tone, as you reach his pants, his hard and thick dick stretching the fabric.

he followed your gaze to his boner, not aware of what you were talking about, but the way your eyes were fully gawking at it, getting him even more excited, especially with the effect of drugs inside his mind.

“ i want to get high on your cock. doing a line on it…will you let me ? ”

“ you're sick.”

“ well duh, i hang out with you, don’t i?. ”

“ give me that coke, gonna get the line for ya. ” he offered as you handed him the drug.

he couldn't help but sniff the smell of the coke, as his nose was plunged into the white powder, making him even harder.

you can see the volume of his size growing against your eyes. “ can't you stop it, actually ? ”

“ don't be funny. ”

you took down his pants and his boxers. his cock was tense and big, fully erect right in front of your face. he placed the drug in a straight line on his flesh, while you salivated, watching the powder disperse over him.

“ stay still, rafe. ” you gently shouted.

“ do you really think i can control it ? hurry the fuck up. ”

“ don't stress me out. it's my first time doing this. ” you replied as you lowered your face above his stiffened cock, feeling the tense of his body through the hard rock. his curvy tip flopping some precum drop in the air, as your nose pointed toward the drugs.

it was the first time you experimented something like that, and you felt giddy about it. you blocked one of your nostrils before snorting the entire line at once,while rafe held your head during the whole process. his hand gripping tighter in your hair when the coke reached your nose. and you giggled the next second and doing it again just to feel the sensation another time. his dick twitched against your cheeks, tapping your skin with some lazily slaps.

you were about to step back, when he pulled you away by the neck, your hair falling over his grip, and face leaning toward him. “ already done ? don't run away. you gotta clean up your mess first ”

you lapped his cock to get him clean, rolling your tongue over his sensitive length, the fat shaft throbbing over your mouth, as your saliva soaked him. .

you were high — mouth licking innocent with stoned-looking filled with dizzy eyes. you needed more. but the moment you were about to talk, rafe came between your lips, spurting his warm loads inside you.

“ you wanted a thank you ? here it is. now we're done. ”

“ we all know that you will come back to me. ”

“ babe.” he cutted. “ you wish i came back for you’, but we all know why i came back. ”

“ pretend to not like it if you want, but don't forget to say my name when my taste will still drip from your mouth while you're kissing others. ”

“ glad that you're aware that you're not the only one. now, i'm leaving. don't call me. ”

“ don't need to call you when you will be at my door like a dog. ”

“ do i really have to put my dick in that mouth to shut you up ? or you gonna be a big girl and do it alone ? ”

“ oh oh. seems like you’re just looking for an excuse to do it, but your dick isn’t big enough to keep me quiet.”

“ not big enough ? ” he repeated with a smirk. “ keep talking, sweetheart before i'm gonna stretch that mouth open to death with that not-big-enough dick. ” he came closer, towering you with his height “ glad that you love yapping because after that, i can promise you that you will have something to talk for the entire year. now open that mouth. bigger. want to be a whore ? then make daddy fit in. ”

[crushpunky]

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[2tarbell]

introducing — KOOK!READER ೀ

masterlist

… rafe’s princess ; his brat ; “dollface”

kook royalty, proudly high maintenance, loves her g-wagon, smokes cigarettes, heartbreaker, wanted to be a ballerina, rafe’s best friend, ‘with the boys’, pink pink pink, bikini lover, forced to live up to her family name, ‘prima donna’, girls girl unless you cross her, lives in heels, finds it fun to flirt with the pogues, craves validation and praise, mani-pedis biweekly, lover of fleetwood mac, hates to share, doesn’t need a boyfriend when she has rafe, party girl, plays dumb to get what she wants ౨ৎ

[urmum-lovesme]

Ok but toxic!dad!rafe where this don’t effect the children’s life but when it come to the mother of his kids he’s still very overprotective. I mean she is a MILF.

This is the best thing I've ever heard anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cold.

Toxic!Rafe as a dad?

Surprisingly present. 

His kid adores him, and in their eyes, he’s just their cool, protective father. He spoils them, takes them out on the yacht all the time, and he makes sure they have everything they could ever want. He told himself he would never be like Ward if he ever became a father, and he- for a change- was living up to his word.

But when it comes to their mom? That’s where the real problem is.

Because Rafe does not change when it comes to Y/N.

Y/N falling pregnant, certainly wasn't planned. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was young, she had a future and more than anything, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to stay with Rafe, let alone have a baby with him. She didn't tell Rafe right away. Not because she was hiding it, but because she knew- deep in her gut- that he wouldn’t react like a normal person. She needed time to think, to weigh her options, to figure out what she wanted before he got involved.

But Rafe found out anyway.

Y/N had been so incredibly careful, she didn't leave any trace of the positive pregnancy test in Tannyhill; but he just knew her too well, sensed that something was off when she stopped drinking.

“What?”

His voice was quiet at first, his brows furrowed, like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. But then the realisation hit. His blue eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, the room suddenly feeling too small. His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“You were gonna tell me, right?”

“Rafe, I—I don’t know what I’m going to do yet—”

Wrong answer. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“The fuck do you mean, you don’t know?” His breath was hot against her face, his fingers digging into her skin.

“That’s my kid, Y/N.”

Her stomach churned, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I just- Rafe, I need time to think—”

“No, you don’t.”

He cut her off, shaking his head like the idea itself was ridiculous, angrily running a hand through his messed up hair.

“You don’t need to think. It’s already decided.”

She tried to take a step back, but his grip tightened, his other hand settling on her waist, firmly keeping her closer to him.

“We’re having this baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the words passed his lips, tears stinging her eyes before she could stop the feeling.

“I don’t- Rafe, this is my choice—”

His fingers pressed harder, his face inches from hers.

“No, it’s ours.”

Even now when they have a child together, he still watches her like a hawk. Still gets unreasonably possessive when she dresses a certain way, still makes a scene when he catches another man looking at her for a second too long. And she knows better than to fight him on it- most of the time.

It’s a summer afternoon, and she’s lounging by the pool, drink in hand, wearing a bikini that makes Rafe’s jaw clench. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over her as she adjusted the thin strap of her bikini top. It was tiny- too fucking tiny. The black fabric barely covered her tits, which, thanks to breastfeeding, were even fuller now, spilling slightly over the edges. His jaw clenched as his gaze dragged down, taking in the way the strings hugged her hips, digging into soft, newly gained curves that had him gripping the bottle in his hand just a little harder.

His friends are over, and while they’re talking, his eyes keep flicking toward her, watching the way the fabric clings to her curves. And then- Topper nudges him, nodding toward one of the new neighbours talking to her.

Rafe’s face goes dark.

She’s laughing at something the guy said, totally unaware of the way Rafe’s grip tightens around his beer bottle. He doesn’t make a scene- not yet- but when the guy finally walks away, Rafe strides over, towering over her as she peers up from her sun bed. His voice is deceptively smooth, but she knows that tone.

"Having fun, baby?"

"Yes."

His fingers skim her thigh, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"You looked like you were having a little too much fun."

She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on her head, she had a feeling she knew exactly where this was going.

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious." He leans down, voice dropping.

"Go inside and cover up."

She scoffs, shifting to sit up, the towel underneath her crumpling slightly as she moved,

"It’s our backyard and it's a pool party-."

"-I don’t give a fuck."

"Rafe, you’re being ridiculous."

"Yeah?" His grip tightens on her thigh.

"Then why’s he looking at you like he wants to fuck you?"

Her stomach flips.

"Stop," she hisses, even as heat creeps up her neck. But Rafe just smirks, leaning in so only she can hear.

"Maybe I should remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Her breath catches.

And the way he says it? The way his hand tightens on her thigh, just enough to send a warning? It sends a shiver down her spine, even as she glares at him. Because she knows- if she doesn’t listen now, he’ll make her.

Somehow, their kid never see this side of Rafe, he makes sure of it.

To them, their dad is just protective, he just 'cares about mommy so much!'. They never see the way their mother bites her lip in frustration when Rafe pulls her away from conversations. They never see the bruises he leaves- not always from violence, but from gripping her too tight, kissing her too hard. They don’t hear the way she argues in hushed tones behind closed doors, or the way she eventually gives in and melts into him anyway.

Because as much as she hates his jealousy and his control, she loves him too much to walk away.

He is the father of her child after all

[sexilene]

giving bf!rafe a fashion show while cleaning out your closet! ⊹ 𐦍༘.⊹ᥫ᭡

as rafe sat on the floor folding your clothes into piles neatly, one for keeping, for giving away, and for selling, you continued to pull out clothes on hangers to try on and convince rafe you need to keep them.

"and this one?" you walked in front of him to show off the sleeveless white flowy dress you had put on.

"i like that one, makes you look like a mermaid" he mumbles the last part with a slight smirk and you smile, satisfied, you pull out another outfit to show him. as you are putting the clothes on you hear a loud thump and you rush to to peek your head out to see what had happened.

"whadd'ia need all these shoes for!?" he huffs, holding a few boxes of expensive shoes, the rest scattered on the floor.

"careful! they go with different outfits...it's important! besides you've bought me at least half'ov these..." you bend down to start to pick up the fallen shoes.

"thats because you always tell me 'you have like no shoes'!!" he sasses and just then a pair of white manolo's falls from the pile in his arms.

"that's designer!! rafe baby put that down!" you squeal and run to grab clean towels to lay the shoes down on.

"that's a little much don't ya think?" he shakes his head watching you place the shoes on the towels. "you don't need all of these, you've gotta downsize, i say this all the time..." he helps you place the rest of the heels on the towels.

"fine...the little brown bebe heels and the candies wedges can go." you sigh and place your hands on your hips.

"atta girl, and what's that?" he says pointing to the outfit you were now wearing.

"its a shirt!" you smile and do a little pose.

"it looks like ya've had that since like the 6th grade!" he shakes his head "you lift your arms up, your tits are gonna pop out...nope, no way. that goes in the give away pile."

“nooo no! i love this one, its cute….its like a baby tee!” you pout.  

“yeah as in made for babies.” he rolls his eyes and manhandles you, getting your arms up so he can take it off you.

“well can i at least save it, for our babies?” you say as he tosses the shirt into the give away pile. 

 “i’ll buy our kids whatever when the time comes mkay?” he smirks softly and hands you another shirt to put on in the meantime, then he freezes.

 “what the fuck is that.” he points and then walks over to lift up the iridescent cheep fabric on the floor that was on top of the keep pile.

“its a sexy costume!" you smile innocently

"and where do you plan to wear this?" he holds it up against you almost to imagine what it would look like on.

"here i'll put it on..." you snatch it from him and go into the bathroom to change. "close your eyeeees!" you coo excitedly from inside the bathroom. rafe sighs and shuts his eyes dramatically as if you could see him.

"ohkay! you can look now." you smile and he opens his eyes to see you in a baby blue and pink sexy princess costume. "i'm a princess!" you smile sweetly and do a little turn.

"look at you baby, you are a princess...look so fucking hot in that." he whispers and runs his hands through his hair in shock and awe. "com'ere" he pulls you closer to him so he can inspect further. you continue to smile and look up at him through your lashes. "the skirt is detachable...comes off." you whisper, showing him how the little ribbons become loose.

"yeah? do the princess panties come off too?" he says picking you up and throwing you on the bed, attacking you with little wet kisses as you squeal and giggle. cleaning and sorting clothes left forgotten. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

 (swoon)

[perlelune]

Lucky | Rafe Cameron

For years, you had a crush on your best friend, one he never returned. You thought he'd be happy to see you move on. You couldn't be more wrong.

Warnings: NON-CON, Kook!Reader, Jealousy, Angst, Pining, Toxicity

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

Your lips curl skyward as you scroll through your phone. As you read every message it’s hard to refrain from kicking your feet and giggling as if you were back in middle school. It’s how he makes you feel. Giddy. Wanted. It’s your first time experiencing such feelings and you’ve been perched on a fluffy cloud all afternoon. 

But remembering you aren’t alone, you try your best to keep a straight face. You’re in a bikini bottom and an oversized shirt by the Camerons’ pool. It’s a bright, sunny day, not a cloud in sight in the sky above Tannyhill.

The unforgiving, North Carolina heat has already melted the ice cubes in your drink. If it weren’t for the generous amounts of sunscreen you've applied earlier, you’d already be sunburnt from hours spent outside.

Rafe lifts his sunglasses from the edge of the pool, curiosity dancing in his blue eyes.

“You’ve been glued to your phone all afternoon, princess.”

You suppress your smile. Feigning nonchalance, you flip your phone down for good measure. 

“I have not.”

“Have too,” he counters, in the exact same way he used to utter those words when you argued back and forth as kids.

He hauls himself out of the pool. You’re graced with the sight of Rafe stepping out of the water, droplets glistening over his broad, toned chest, defined abs and thick, bulging arms. He’s been going especially hard at the gym since summer began. It shows. Your best friend now looks like a breathing, walking Abercrombie ad. You wouldn’t be surprised if the brand gave him a call soon. Not that you’d tell him that. No need to blow up Rafe Cameron’s over-inflated ego even more. 

As you watch him run his fingers through his drenched blonde locks, his golden ring glinting under the sunlight, pride flutters through you. Once upon a time, the sight of Rafe Cameron in nothing but his swim trunks would have had your heart racing and your entire body flush with shameful heat at how unbelievably attractive you found your best friend. 

That was before. When you still clung to the crush you harbored for him for years.

You and Rafe have basically known each other your whole lives.

Since kindergarten specifically.

Back then, you were heavily bullied...and Rafe was the worst of them. He would tug your hair, pull your chair out before you could sit so you’d crash on the floor and call you mean names while other children cheered him on. It only stopped when you had a crying fit in front of him one day. The five year old was stumped. He spent the rest of the year apologizing and bringing a variety of gifts to you. You forgot about the mean things he did and said easily, won over by his determination to make you forgive him. A peculiar friendship blossomed from that. The two of you have been inseparable since then. 

Years flew by.

Then one day Rafe came back to school walking and talking differently. He had filled out during summer break. He was broader, taller, his towering frame even allowing him to reach above your locker. All the girls noticed, including you. You started developing a little crush on him. One he never acknowledged.

He had a girl on his arm at every party, often disappearing with them upstairs. It wasn’t hard to guess what he was up to with those girls. For many years, you daydreamed about what it’d be like to be one of those girls. The girl that caught Rafe Cameron’s eye at a party. The one that would have his full, undivided attention. The one he’d flash a flirtatious grin at and undress with his gaze the entire night.

You wanted to be that girl more than you wanted to breathe.

He never treated you that way though. The two of you hung out all the time. You would play video games, smoke weed, drink the expensive Kentucky Bourbon he stole from his dad’s cabinet and talk about everything and nothing. 

He would always joke that you were like a sister to him. And based on the amount of time you spent at the Camerons house, you might as well be a long lost relative.

Getting over Rafe Cameron had been tantamount to an exorcism. Loving him was so embedded into your flesh, tattooed onto your soul. It was all you knew. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe…

He was everything you longed for. Until he wasn’t. 

It happened one year when you attended the Camerons’ new year’s eve party. You entered the living room and caught him making out with a gorgeous brunette on the balcony. As your heart broke, again, realization slipped through the crack. Pining for someone who doesn’t see you, never saw you, will lead you nowhere. Your suffering was of your own making…and you wanted to suffer no longer. Why fantasize about something that will never come? You’d rather look to the future. 

So you chose to move on.

As fireworks set the night sky above Tannyhill aflame, the last embers of your longing for Rafe Cameron flickered out. 

It’s how you wound up giving dating apps a try. Talking to guys in real life is nerve-wracking but online, you find it much easier. While most conversations you had fizzled out quickly… Garrett has been different. He’s never tried to pretend with you and has been nothing but sweet and inquisitive about your hobbies, hopes and dreams. You’ve talked to him for hours on the phone and he’s made you laugh and smile a countless number of times. As for the icing on the cake…He’s been clear about wanting more than a hookup. He even suggested the two of you should meet up in person soon.

“What got you smiling like that anyway?” Rafe says, tossing the towel around his neck.

“Nothing,” you reply with a shrug.

“If it’s nothing, you can show me.”

He tries to swipe your phone but you’re faster. You rise from your chair and pick it up before he can take it.

His eyes narrow.

“I thought we had no secret for each other,” he says, an accusation laced in his tone. He’s never liked you keeping things from him, no matter how small or insignificant.

“We don’t.”

He gives a slow nod. Then he smiles. And you suppose it should have been your warning, that you should have seen it coming. But you don’t see anything coming. His hand shoots out and he shoves you aside. 

He plucks your phone from you like it’s nothing, using his height to keep it out of reach.

“Rafe! Give me my phone back,” you urge.

He makes no effort to abide by your request, glowering at the screen while scrolling.

“Who the hell is Garrett?”

“J-Just a guy I started talking to on this app...” Your voice dwindles as you cower under Rafe's hard gaze.

Disgust scrunches his handsome face.

“I thought you deleted those dating apps. We talked about this.”

You did talk about it. After a dispiriting streak of bad luck on these apps, he wheedled you to delete all of them. Rafe said all the guys on these apps wanted was to use you for a quick, meaningless fuck. That you were too gullible and would just be taken advantage of. He said that you deserved better and the right guy would come along eventually. You found yourself believing him. A lot of time, you ended up ghosted or the guys failed to show up anyways. It made you question what is so repulsive about you that made guys steer clear.

“I wanted to try again.”

“Well Garrett’s a douchebag name. I don’t like him for you.” He snickers. “Look at that. He’s playing you and his game isn’t even good. You’re really falling for this corny shit, princess?”

He starts reading some of the compliments Garrett paid you aloud, drawing a round of guffaws from Kelce and Topper. 

Your cheeks come ablaze.

“Now you’re just being mean,” you lament, using a lapse of distraction to retrieve your phone.

Gulping the tears threatening to spill, you rush back inside. Kelce’s taunting voice echoes behind you.

“Guess that one got past you, huh, Rafe?” 

“Shut your mouth, bro,” Rafe snaps angrily. 

You lean on the counter and gather your breath. The tears subside. You remind yourself that this is just how Rafe can be. Callous. Inconsiderate. 

It’s not who he really is. 

It’s just a bit hard to recall when he has those moments. Those aggressively insensitive moments. 

You open the fridge and grab a cool drink. Your throat is parched and you could use one.

When you pivot, you nearly spill the can.

Rafe’s towering frame impedes your path.

“You scared me, Rafe,” you say, unleashing a tremulous exhale.

He studies you, concern glimmering in his ocean gaze.

“I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I swear.” He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck. “I just meant he sounds like an asshole.”

“You’re an asshole,” you say, bumping into his arm as you sidle past him. 

His brows draw together. He isn’t used to you addressing him that way. With anything other than sweetness dripping from your tongue. 

You can tell he’s reeling at that alone. Getting the tiniest taste of his own medicine…from you of all people.

He approaches you as you swallow a sip of your drink. 

“Ouch. I’m just looking out for you, princess.” His fingers slot beneath your chin. “You know that’s all I ever try to do, right?”

He flashes you a charming smile. That smile you could never resist. It used to be your Achilles’ heel. Despite your changing feelings, Rafe still possesses the uncanny ability to make you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place. Like right now.

Your shoulders sag.

“I know.”

Blue eyes dive into yours. 

“I want to meet him.”

You retreat, your brows knitting. 

“Meet him, why?”

“I want to make sure he’s good enough for you.”

“I can decide that myself.”

He snorts, his focus darting away before returning to you.

“You’ve never known what’s good for you.” You flinch. “I can’t believe you didn’t even tell me you were talking to someone. I tell you everything. Shit, guess I’m an idiot, huh?” His jaw clenches. “...Cause I thought you did too.”

You inch closer to him and wrap your fingers around his forearm. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry, okay.” You gnaw on your bottom lip. “It’s just that…”

“Just that what?”

You pause, mulling over how to best word what you mean to say. 

Your voice comes out a bashful whisper, your eyes clinging to the floor. 

“Every time I’ve told you I liked a guy, it’s never worked out for some reason. It’s probably my fault but…I just didn’t want to jinx it this time.” You nervously swing your gaze back to him. “I figured if I keep it to myself I don’t have to get my hopes up.” You can’t quell the smile that fights its way onto your lips. “Garrett and I are just seeing where it goes right now. So…things are good.”

“Oh, it’s Garrett and I, now?” he sneers.

“Rafe, don’t be like this,” you beseech, squeezing his arm. “You’ll always be my best friend; you know that.” You shift in your spot, your tone pitching with hope as you ask, “Can’t you just be happy for me?”

He stares at you a long time, so long that his eyes on you grow unnerving. After a while, he releases a deep exhale. 

Ignoring your question, he steps back from you.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” he announces. 

“Rafe?”

You never get a response, his form vanishing down the hallway. A sigh ripples through your lips as you lean against the counter. Why is he being so difficult about this? It’s not like you’re not seeing him with a new girl every other week. You never batted an eyelash. You even encouraged him to seriously date some of them, the ones who seemed to sincerely like him and reminded you of yourself back in the day. 

You’ve always cheered him on no matter what. So it baffles you that he can’t return the favor. Crushes you even.

For the rest of the week, you don’t hear much from Rafe. He pretty much ignores you and even leaves you on read after you send him a string of pleading messages, which is your cue that you wounded his feelings somehow. You surmise Rafe isn’t used to your attention veering towards someone else. Perhaps he’s miffed at the prospect that getting a boyfriend means you won’t hang out as much anymore, that he’ll have to share you. Your friendship’s been a fixture in both of your lives for so many years. The one unwavering, steadfast foundation nothing could topple. Whatever occured in his life or yours, you’ve always had each other.

Change can be scary. 

But you don’t plan on neglecting the bond you have with Rafe just because you’re dating someone. He’ll always be in your life. He’ll always matter to you. It's what you meant to tell him. What you would tell him if only he bothered replying to your texts or answering your calls. 

Rafe has always teased you for bartending at the Island Club. In his eyes, you’re much too Kook for what he calls a ‘Pogue job’. But you enjoy it. There is a certain comfort in having things you earned through your own hard work and not your parents’ money.

…Though you can’t deny you might not have landed this position if not for your dad’s close friendship with the owner of the private club. You’re also painfully aware you don’t get yelled at or scolded for making mistakes as much as other employees. 

And on days like today, after you end your shift, Rafe has never failed to pick you up in his Jeep. 

He’s never missed a day. Which is why you wear a dumbfounded expression as you note the glaring absence of the familiar black car in front of the country club. It takes you a while to accept and realize the cold, hard truth. Rafe isn’t coming to pick you up today. 

It’s not the end of the world, of course. But it still makes your heart ache that he’d ditch like that without so much as an apology or heads-up. You feel kicked in the gut. 

You try to call him but it goes straight to voicemail. Resigned, you resort to calling for back-up. 

Sarah shows up in her truck with a bright smile. 

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping,” she quips, winking at you.

You climb inside the passenger seat. 

“Thanks for coming, S.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Since the oldest of the Camerons is currently denying your very existence, you figured you might as well call the Kook Princess herself to the rescue. His sister, Sarah Cameron. 

“I brought snacks so I better get a five-star review,” she jests, wiggling her eyebrows. She tosses you a bag of M&M’s that you gleefully tear open. “Doesn’t Rafe usually pick you up after work?”

The sugar melting on your tongue sweetens the bitter taste of abandonment.

“Well, he’s sulking, so…” you mumble around a mouthful of candy.

“Sulking?” Shock colors her tone. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make my brother mad. You’re like the only person he’s not a complete jerk around.”

“Well, he was one last time we talked.”

Sarah arches a puzzled brow.

You sigh and explain, “I started dating someone…Actually, we’re still at the talking stage, but…I didn’t tell him.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Nothing. Forget I said anything,” she dismisses cryptically.

Her peculiar tone peeves you.

“I’m not gonna forget, Sarah.”

Her shoulders rise and fall.

“It’s not my place to say. It’s between you and Rafe.” She throws you a cautious glance, marking a brief pause before inquiring, “You’re not still in love with my brother, are you?”

Heat creeps inside your cheeks.

“I was n-never in love with Rafe,” you stammer. Inwards, you’re screaming. Was it that obvious at the time?

Sarah’s plump lips quirk in a lopsided smile.

“Sure.” 

Gratitude fills you. You’d rather leave this can of worms permanently closed. Lid tightly sealed and all. And the can tossed at the bottom of a lake. It’s embarrassing enough that you mooned over Rafe for as long as you did.

At least you find comfort in the fact that you’re over him now.

“You mind if we stop for ice cream on the way?” Sarah asks, adjusting her rearview mirror.

“No. I could go for one myself. This heat is killing me.”

“Cool.”

For the rest of the week, Rafe continues to dole out the silent treatment. You allow his childish antics to chafe you to a point. Then you elect to not let it bother you anymore. He can throw a tantrum if he wishes. You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re growing weary of being treated like you have. 

For over fifteen years, you’ve been a great friend to Rafe, listening to him rant whenever he needed an ear, making time for him whenever he requested it. The fact he’s being a dick right now is staggering. 

He frankly has no right.

After everything the two of you have been through, you hoped for more from him. While you’re aware he can be a jackass, you thought it was different when it came to you. That you were different. You suppose you were wrong. 

Friday comes around and with it arrives the excitement of the plans you have for the night. Garrett asked you out on a date at a fancy seafood restaurant. It’ll be your first time meeting him in person. You’ve been looking forward to it the entire week.

As you’re putting the final touches to your makeup in front of the vanity mirror, your phone flashes with a request for a facetime call. 

You swipe towards the green icon to accept the call. 

Rafe’s face fills your screen. 

“Hey, princess. I thought we could talk-”

“I’m kind of busy right now. Rain check tomorrow?” 

“Busy doing what?” He squints, seeming to register your attire. A brand new sundress you purchased with your tips from the Island Club. You paired it with wedge heels. You also switched your hairstyle to something more sophisticated for the night. “W-What the hell are you wearing? Where are you even going dressed like that?”

You heave out a deep sigh.

“Good night, Rafe.”

You tap the screen to end the call.

A rush of power floods your insides. You hung up on him. This is your first time doing that, hanging up on Rafe Cameron himself. 

Still, a sliver of guilt lingers alongside your pride. You quell it swiftly. You can’t be at his beck and call your entire life. Tonight’s about you. For once, you’d like to put your needs before Rafe’s.

Garrett comes to your house some time later. He has flowers in his arms. You soak in their scent for a few minutes. No one’s ever given you flowers before. It makes you feel special.

As he opens the door of his truck for you, he whistles in admiration.

“Wow,” he says, his gaze dragging over your frame.

Your skin warms at the attention, the kind you aren’t used to receiving. 

Fiddling with the flowy sleeve of your sundress, you inquire, “Am I what you expected?”

A besotted smile spreads on his lips.

“You’re even more beautiful in person.”

“Thank you.” 

You peer at him. His pictures don’t do him justice.

“You look very handsome. I like your shirt.”

His cheeks redden at your praise. 

You get inside his car. The two of you exchange casual chatter on the way to the restaurant. You’re amazed at how easy talking to him is. You’re a little shy but his clear interest in you helps you slowly climb out of your shell. 

Once you arrive at the restaurant, you’re escorted to your table. The light conversation resumes its flow, the two of you growing even more comfortable with each other. You like how intently he listens to you, even if his intense eye contact makes you wrestle the urge to look away. You nibble your lip as you peruse the menu. Mirth sways in Garett’s brown orbs when your stomach growls. You mumble an apology under your breath and he beams at you. You’ve been so anxious about the date for the whole day, you’ve forgotten to eat. 

A familiar voice erupts from behind you. 

“Well, look who it is. What a coincidence.”

You whirl, a gasp bursting from your throat.

“Rafe? What are you doing here?”

He stands besides you and Garrett’s table, his arm slung around a gorgeous redhead’s shoulders. It occurs to you haven’t seen him with that one before. Though you reckon Rafe rarely does repeat encounters. 

What shocks you more however is his very presence here. Of all places, Rafe and the girl he’s with could have been tonight, it has to be the exact same location of your first date with Garrett. 

What are the odds? 

However, you recall that with the assistance of the friend-finding app both you and Rafe have on your phones in case of emergencies, figuring out your whereabouts would be about the easiest thing.

Would Rafe go that far just because you wouldn’t yield to his whims one time? Would he truly be that selfish?

The shit-eating grin unfurling on his face answers all your questions.

“Well, I heard this was a good spot so I thought…” Rafe’s brows furrow as he waves his hand before the girl’s face, appearing to struggle remembering her name. 

“Jessica,” she finishes for him, disappointment decorating her pretty features.

He beams at her.

“Right. I thought that Jessica and I could check it out.”

He plops down next to you, forcing you to make space for him on the upholstered booth seat. Meanwhile his date sits next to Garrett. 

“You mind, princess?”

Awkwardness fills the air. The heavy tension sits on your throat as Rafe makes himself more comfortable, going as far as spreading his legs.

You scold him with your gaze, all but spelling out ‘Yes, I do mind indeed’.

You clear your throat and shift your stance, resenting how every tiny motion has your thigh grazing against his.

“Actually I…We’re kind of on a date, Rafe.”

He places his arm on the wooden edge above your head, his smile expanding.

“So are we. So why not double date?”

“I don’t mind,” Garrett offers as he takes in your concerned expression. “You two…know each other, right?”

You open your mouth to speak but before words can pour from it, Rafe wraps his arm around you.

“Best friends. She and I go way back. Isn’t that right, princess?”

His intense blue eyes settle on you. You swallow the lump in your throat. Anger can’t begin to describe how upset you are with Rafe right now for crashing your date, but you also don’t want to cause a scene, make things even worse than they already are. 

So you force a smile on your lips and nod.

“Y-Yeah, we do.”

Throughout the night, Rafe’s presence causes the date’s slow descent into a nightmare. Every time Garrett tries to strike up a conversation with you, Rafe interjects, his comments toeing the line between innocently inconsiderate and outright rude. He never lets the two of you have a moment, interrupting whenever Garrett looks at you for more than half a second. You grow weary of his antics. So does Rafe’s date. You can see the pretty redhead in front of him growing frustrated as he treats her as if she were a potted plant.

She ends up leaving the table to go to the bathroom but never returns. It doesn’t shock you. If someone inflicted upon you what Rafe has to the poor girl the entire night, you might take your leave as well.

By the time dessert comes, you’re on the cusp of tears. This is not how you envisioned your night going. 

The awfulness doesn’t stop there.

When it’s time to part ways, Garrett finds his truck in an unfortunate state. 

He curses under his breath as he hunkers down in front of his car. 

“Some punk sliced my tires.”

In the back, Rafe shakes his head.

“Damn, tough luck. Guess I’ll have to drive you home, princess.”

You scowl at Rafe before placing a hand on Garrett’s arm. He’s already on his phone to contact someone to help move his truck.

“I could wait with you,” you say softly. 

“It’s fine,” he replies. “Just go home. We’ll text, okay?”

Your tone turns contrite. “Okay. I’m so sorry… about everything.”

“Don’t worry about it. I still had a good time.”

“Me too.”

Despite his assurance, you aren’t too hopeful he’ll want to see you again. You know this wasn’t what he had in mind for the night. And neither did you. 

You reluctantly trail behind Rafe, looking daggers at him when he opens the door of his black Volvo for you. 

Not an ounce of guilt lurks on his handsome face, which tosses more fuel on the flames of your ire. 

You don’t utter a word, almost too angry to speak. The last shred of your patience fizzled out in the restaurant, as your so-called best friend basked in your misery, getting a kick out of making a mockery of your night.

If you talk, it won’t be to have a calm, level-headed conversation with Rafe. It’ll be to spew venom at him.

As he parks into the driveway of your house, he lets go of the steering wheel and says, “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

You draw a long, slow breath.

“You think?” you snap icily. You jump out of the truck and slam the door closed.

Rafe follows you to your doorstep. You fumble with the lock. Your fingers quiver so much, you can’t even open the door. After a few unsuccessful tries jamming the keys inside the lock, Rafe takes them from you. He opens the door and you stomp inside. 

You toss your clutch on a nearby table and whirl. 

“What the hell, Rafe?” you shout. “You embarrassed me!”

His shoulders lift and slump.

“Well, you shouldn’t have been there to begin with.”

Disbelief rounds your gaze. “What?”

“You heard me. You shouldn’t have been on a date with him.”

Folding your arms, you scoff, “Right. Why is that?”

Rafe inches closer to you, his eyes locking with yours.

“Because you should have been on a date with me instead.”

A weary exhale drops from your chest. Rafe’s declared many things while hammered but this one takes the cake.

“I think you’re drunk,” you dismiss. “You need to go home, Rafe.”

Rafe’s jaw ticks.

“My mind is perfectly clear, okay? If you’ll just listen to me-”

“Go home, Rafe.”

You nearly turn your back on him but Rafe’s sturdy hand fastens around your arm, yanking you back.

He takes a long pause, drinking you in.

Rafe takes a deep breath before confessing, “I love you. I’ve always loved you.” His throat bobs as he adds, “And I know you love me too.”

Your mouth tumbles open, shock snatching the very air from your lungs. You stare at Rafe. Perhaps you heard him wrong. In your wrath, his words may have landed in your ears a little warped.

But as you get lost in his sea gaze, the truth sinks into you. He is serious. Very serious.

A war of conflicting emotions breaks out inside you. For years, you longed to hear those words. But not like this. And the insinuation that he knew how you felt…That he let you suffer in silence while gallivanting around with those girls.

A fast surge of tears blurs your gaze.

“You knew?”

He cradles your face.

“I’ve always known.”

A shudder wracks through your frame.

“So w-why did you never say anything?”

“I figured you’d wait for me, that I could just have some fun. That it wasn’t a big deal.”

Ice fills your blood. Your tone becomes clipped, detached.

“I want you to leave.”

His hold on you doesn’t loosen, his cheek pulsing in frustration.

“Really? I tell you I love you after all this time and this is your response?”

“I haven’t had those feelings for you in years, Rafe. And right now…I don’t even like you as a person.” Rafe bristles at your blunt words, looking like you slapped him. Your mouth wobbles as you say, “You’re not who I thought you were. I want you out of my house and out of my life.”

Something shifts in his blue eyes. The air around you drops a few degrees as he pushes you further inside the room. Desperation lurks in his deep timbre.

“Come on, we can talk about this, princess.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Dread escalates within you when he doesn’t move. You’re hit with the daunting realization that you’re alone with Rafe, your parents away on a trip right now. Usually being alone with him wouldn’t have fazed you, may have ensconced you in a sense of security and comfort even. Not tonight. Tonight, you don’t recognize the Rafe standing in front of you. Your voice trickles out small and shaky. “R-Rafe, get out, I’m serious.”

His expression hardens. He shoves you into a nearby wall. You gasp as pain prickles along your back.

“Just admit that you love me too,” he roars. 

“I don’t,” you whimper as water brims under your lashes.

This propels him to the brink. There’s no time to process anything, Rafe hoisting you with ease. As he takes long, determined strides to your bedroom, your fear grows. He hurls your body into the bed. He fiddles with the buttons of his khaki pants until they come loose. A scream builds inside your throat, refusing to break past your lips as you linger in bewilderment. Rafe isn’t doing what you think he’s doing…what he’s preparing to do. There's no way. He wouldn’t.

Stupor girdles your motions. For a while, you gape at Rafe. As he approaches the bed, adrenaline rushes through you. You remember how to move.

But it’s for naught. Rafe is quicker than you, catching you when you rise and slamming you back on the sheets. He crawls over you. His blue gaze glimmers strangely in the darkness. Streaks of moonlight pour between your half-draw curtains, casting ominous shadows over his broad frame.

He cages you beneath him, shushing you as you croak out pleas for him to stop.

“I know you’re lying,” he rasps, scattering sloppy kisses alongside your neck.

He yanks down your dress and your breath hitches. 

“I’m not. I don’t-” Words wither on your tongue as he flicks his thumb over your nipple, his other hand patting underneath your dress. “I-I don’t love you anymore, Rafe.”

“I don’t believe you.”

His fist curls around the vee part of your thin lace panties, tugging roughly enough to tear the delicate material. You squeal as the lace dents your flesh when it rips.

Your heart bounces. You push against Rafe’s chest with newfound urgency.

“Rafe, stop.”

He snatches both of your wrists and traps them above your head. Helplessness chokes your airways as he pokes lightly at your entrance. He slides one finger between your walls and you keen, breath faltering at the abrupt intrusion. His lewd gaze remains trained on you as you squirm beneath him.

“Why do you keep lying, huh?” he accuses, forcing a moan from your throat when he curls his digit inside you. When your eyes squeeze shut in denial, he lets go of your wrist to frame your jaw.

A sob spills from your throat, your eyes flying open.

“Nah…I want you to look at me, princess,” he orders, jerking your head up so your gazes lock. You choke on your breath when he shoves a second finger inside you. He slowly drags his fingers in and out of you. Heat gathers in your core. You writhe against the sheets, resisting the urge to buck your hips to seek more of the friction. He grazes a uniquely sensitive spot and your lids quake, a soft whimper flying from your mouth. You clench around Rafe’s fingers and he unleashes a sigh of pleasure as you grip him. You feel him harden against you. Your stomach knots at the pressure. His eyes are glued to you, soaking every minute shift of expression while he pumps his fingers inside you. 

“I know you never stopped loving me,” he whispers, the alcohol on his breath seeping through your senses. “Think I don’t see the way you look at me?”

As you near your undoing, he removes his fingers. You sag against the sheets. The sudden emptiness leaves you with a mix of emotions you’re too ashamed to admit.

He presses his thick tip against your dripping entrance, gathering your arousal when he runs it along your folds. He pushes in slowly, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of your velvety warmth welcoming him. You tense at the intrusion. Your fingers curl into the sheets. Rafe’s broad frame covers yours, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers, “Say you love me.”

When you don’t reply, he slams his cock inside you in one swift stroke. Your back curves, a quiet scream ripping from your throat. Your chest lifts and falls rapidly as Rafe’s thick girth fills you up completely. 

He begins moving inside you, his pace relentless and unforgiving. While his length is splitting you apart, it’s hard to deny the warm tingles pulsing through your core, joining the pain in devious harmony. 

You go limp on the bed, his thick cock stretching you more than ever before. Every time he grazes your sweet spots, you spiral further down, your thoughts melting in the flames consuming your body.

“Say it,” he grunts, his warm breath fanning over your face. 

His bulging muscles coil beneath his clothes from the force he exerts to shove all of himself inside you. Heavy breaths drop from Rafe’s chest as your walls squeeze around him. Drenched locks of his dirty blond hair cling to his forehead, beads of sweat collecting between his furrowed brows and dripping to your parted lips. 

When you remain silent, Rafe’s large hand wraps around your throat, his tone more firm and menacing than before as he snarls, “Say that you love me, princess.”

His fingers crush your windpipe until you give in.

You can barely eke the words out, every harsh snap of Rafe’s hips into yours filling your vision with stars.

“I l-love you, Rafe.” 

The words ache as they part from your throat. A bitter truth you buried long ago, beneath thick layers of heartbreak and denial. One you hoped would never crawl its way back to the surface. One that hurts even more now, shatters you as it leaves your lips. Because you can’t tell if Rafe forced it out of you or if it was there all along. Perhaps it never left you. Perhaps, even after all your attempts to purge Rafe Cameron from your flesh and soul, even after he’s done the unthinkable to you…Part of you may still love Rafe, may always love Rafe.

As you grow overwhelmed with warring emotions, his cock still viciously ramming into you, you don’t know who you hate more. Him. Or yourself.

Salty streams spill down your cheeks. 

Rafe kisses them away, gently cupping your cheek while thrusting roughly into your cunt. His other hand explores your curves, clutching your flesh possessively. You can already feel bruises forming beneath his rough, insatiable touch. His eyes find yours, a possessive glint swaying in his intense blue gaze.

“Of course you do.” His lips stretch in a smug smile. “You’ve always been mine, princess, you just didn’t know it yet.”

[blueheron15]

Can you do one where the reader has a daddy kink…. (I know I’m sorry) but it’s kook!reader and JJ being all cute and then things start getting spicy? I’m not exactly picky and I know I’m not being very descriptive I’m sorry and if you don’t want to do this I’d completely understand! Have a good day!

proper gentleman

pairing: jj x fem!kook!reader

summary: while talking about your daddy issues with jj, you… get turned on?

warning: daddy kink, cursing, smut

a/n: totally fine with this, i hope you like the direction i took w this anon!!

your mom had won the lawsuit against your piece of shit dad, which is why you were able to live on the kook side of the obx.

but you still returned home every day to a messy house and a drunk mother, passed out on the couch.

until you met jj maybank one night at the boneyard.

shitty and alcoholic parents was one thing you could relate to each other about. although it took him a while to learn to entrust you with his heart, he fell for your beauty and humor right away. he didn’t even care that you were technically a kook.

that wasn’t even the most shocking part of it all. somehow, you had turned to rugged, fuckboy into a lover boy who was completely smitten with you.

so much so, that he refused to let his girl walk to the chateau from the kook academy. with you, he truly wanted to be a proper gentleman. he ditched school a few minutes early to meet you in the parking lot, leaning against his bike, toothpick in his mouth.

“hey.” you mumbled distractedly, approaching him. you were in the blue academy uniform- buttoned up blazer, short plaid skirt, white knee high socks with your mary janes. you let your hair flow free, flipping it back against the slight wind before busying yourself on your phone.

“sup” he jutted his chin out in greeting. as you stood in front of him, he reached out to place a coarse, ringed hand on your hips. the other hand gently grabbed the wrist that was holding your phone, removing it from your line of sight. you leaned into him slightly, dropping your forehead onto his chest as you let out a frustrated groan.

“what’sa matter, baby?” he questioned, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“my dad.” you pouted, tilting your head up. “he’s posting photos of his vacation with his new wife and kids, and my mom is already drunk and going ape shit over it.”

he hummed in acknowledgment. “ah.”

“n’ she’s all like ‘he’s doing it on purpose to make me jealous’ so she told me she won’t be home tonight so she could go out with a man to get back at him and i-“

“hey, hey, hey,” he cooed, raising a hand to cradle your cheek. “i can see your pretty mind goin a million miles a second.”

“because it’s annoying!” you whined. “and of course, throughout all of this, they’re not thinking about how it effects me.” you sighed. “it’s like they don’t even notice me.”

jj shrugged, letting out a breath of understanding. “yea. they’re prolly not thinking bout u. but hey,” he lowered his face so y’all were at eye level, looking lovingly at you. “don’t let that fuck with you, aight? because i, for one, am always thinkin bout my beautiful, special girl. mkay?”

your heart nearly exploded in your chest and your body filled with warmth and your face broke into a cheeky grin. “okay.” you smiled. your lips finally met for a kiss, and of course, his hands wandered a lil down south.

he pecked your mouth, and peppered kisses all across your face while his hands cropped your ass atop of the skirt he found you so sexy in.

he leant in, breath smelling of weed a salt water, whispering “it’s alright, baby. i’ll be your daddy.”

he meant it as a joke, but wasn’t opposed to the way he felt your knees slightly buckle, and your breath hitch. he smirked.

“let’s go, y/n.” he said, backing up suddenly to pat the seat of his bike. “i just realized that i got some important business to attend to.”

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that’s how you found yourself against the wall of your bedroom in your empty house. bouncing up and down on jj’s cock.

your preppy uniform skirt still on, the fabric rubbing deliciously against your clit.

“such a good girl f’me, huh?” jj grunted, meeting your movements by thrusting up into you roughly.

tears dried onto your cheeks as you let out moans. well, more like screams. “y-yes!”

“yes what?”

“yes daddy!”

“mhmm” jj groaned in approval, supporting your weight by digging his nails into the beautiful, jiggling flesh of your ass. “daddy’s taking such good care of you, hm?”

“yes!” you nodded frantically. “s-so good!” you whined, harshly grabbing him by the neck to bring his mouth to your tits.

“this whatcha want, my good girl?”

“p-please daddy.”

he abruptly brought an elbow to pin you against the wall, stopping your movements. you let out a hiccup of protest, but not making a sound instead and giving him sad eyes, knowing you had succumbed completely to his mercy.

he knew it too, by the devilish look on his face. “then my princess is gonna get whatever she wants.” he whispered in earnest.

he brought his tongue to swivel and suck your nipples, and for once, you knew that your daddy was finally going to love on you.

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER

AN OBX SMAU

synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?

pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader

cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.

a/n: this is shit, i’m sorry. i know it’s a bit long but it’s only because i don’t think i could have made it as clear as possible as to what happened the summer before the story unfolds. i don’t think there will be as much writing as in this one because in a situation like this you wouldn’t use your phone, honestly. *english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. not proofread.

prologue:

midsummers soirée, june 21, 2024.

you saw a flash of car lights coming up to where you and jj were standing hand in hand. the gravel crunched under the tires of topper's porsche, sarah rolling the window down with a smile.

"c'mon! we have to get out before my dad sees me leaving," urgency flooded her tone, her frantic waves adding to her worry.

you rolled your eyes but pulled jj alongside you, quickly climbing into the car and settling in the dark interior that smelled of leather, mint, and expensive cologne.

"about time," topper quickly pressed on the accelerator, causing your boyfriend to crash into you as the car jerked forward.

"hey!" you complained but jj didn't move, intead tugged you to his side in a firm embrace with a chuckle. you sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. he moved his thumb on your arm with a soothing rhythm before pressing his lips against the top of your head. you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze with a small smile.

"hi." he muttered. his eyes glowed under the faint light of the car radio. jj lifted his right hand and traced your cheek with a feather light touch. your heart thumped faster, the butterflies in your stomach colliding against one another.

"hi." your eyes fell to his lips that looked incredibly kissable at the moment but when he leaned in topper turned on the radio, the weeknd blaring through the speakers, causing you to jump and break apart.

"topper!" you chastised, "are you deaf?"

topper met your gaze through the rearview mirror, and put his hand around his ear with a "huh?" you glared and flipped him off causing sarah to chuckle at the interaction. she leaned forward a bit and lowered the volume.

you threw her an appreciative look, "thanks sar." she blew you a kiss before turning off the ac and lowering the windows of the car to lean backwards out the window.

"sarah!" topper yelled. "be careful!" he reached for her but she pushed his hand away and yelled over the music and wind "i'm fine! just keep driving."

sarah called over to you, "can you take a picture of me? i want to post it on instagram."

you nodded, untangling yourself from jj causing him to grunt annoyed. you ignored him and lowered your window to lean out as well.

you quickly took sarah's picture, which turned out like it was pulled straight out of a magazine. but then again she was a model so, no surprise there. you couldn't help but feel a small pang of envy. you knew you were pretty but that didn't stop you from feeling a little insecure around sarah cameron. after all, she was the kook princess, daughter of the kook king, ward cameron.

you quickly pushed the thought away because sarah was your best friend, hell, she was your sister in the ways that mattered. guilt flooded your stomach but the butterflies burned away the feeling as soon as jj pulled you onto his lap and began pressing kisses all over your face, your giggles drowned by the music.

"jj! stop, it tickles," your efforts to push him off were weak, and he knew that.

"omg jj, leave her alone. i can't with her annoying voice," topper stated. jj opened his mouth to tell him off but he didn't need to.

you smacked the back of topper's head, "ow!"

"shut the fuck up, topper." you rolled your eyes with a huff as you accomodated back into your seat. "envy doesn't suit you."

he flipped you off and your voices raised over the music, chaos erupting in the car. all your bitter sentiments towards each other brimming to the surface. the road ahead was dark, the waves crashing down below the cliff at your right blocked looming as a dark omen.

insults started spewing between you and topper, sarah and jj trying to control the situation without success.

topper turned towards you in his seat, taking his eyes off the road.

"my god, you never shut the fuck up. i cannot stand you, all you ever do is complain! you're such a spoiled brat!"

"oh, i complain? last time i heard, you are the one that can't stop whining because your girlfriend won't have sex with you." shit. you realized the mistake you had just made but it was too late. the damage was done.

the boy's face contorted with shame that quickly turned into rage, "listen here you little—"

"WATCH OUT" sarah shrieked causing topper to face the road and swerve to the right before slamming the brakes, causing you to fly across the seat and slam your head against the windshield.

sarah screamed your name and jj quickly grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to the back with him. your vision was blurry with tears from the pain beating your head.

"hey, hey, look at me," jj's voice was shaking with fear and something else you couldn't quite point out. he inspected your forehead, causing you to wince as his fingertips brushed the hair out of your forehead.

you touched your forehead where it hurt most, your fingers meeting a warm, wet substance. your fingers were coated with it. red. blood.

you were dizzy but the pain subsided as the adrenaline pumped through your veins. you turned to your friends, only to be met with two expressions of horror. they weren't looking at you, though. their stares were directed to the body sprawled on the pavement. their legs were contorted in an unnatural position.

"no. no no no no." you shook your head frantically.

this can't be. i'm imagining it.

you reached for the door handle and opened the door, tripping on your dress as you got out, causing you to fall onto the road on your hands and knees.

"y/n!" jj quickly got out after you and helped you up, before turning to the gruesome sight in front of you.

topper was still sitting with a hollow expression, while sarah was crying silently. you stumbled towards the body in fear, because they couldn't possibly be dead. this only happened in movies and horror stories. not in real life. they were just badly injured. yes. exactly. everything was ok.

you heard your name being called behind you but you ignored them as you kneeled beside the body. the man. it was a human being laying on the pavement.

get your shit together.

you saw shoes to your side and you looked up to see jj breathing heavily and topper came up beside him a beat later.

sarah was getting out of the car, her dress tangling with her legs causing her to stumble over to you.

"i-is he?" she didn't finish the sentence but we all understood.

he wasn't breathing, that much you realized. yet you couldn't bring yourself to find a pulse, because as long as you didn't, you could convince yourself he was still alive.

"check for a pulse." topper looked at you with a frown.

"why me? you're the one that hit him." his nostrils flared at your comment and he came up to your side, grabbing your hair to push your face against the corpse man.

"hey!" jj grabbed topper and peeled him off of you, causing him to fall to the ground with a groan. "touch her again and i will kill you."

jj stood above him with a murderous expression before kicking topper on the leg and turning back to you. his expression softened, "i'll check, alright?" you nodded as you stood up and hugged sarah, who had since stopped crying but still looked extremely and utterly terrified.

your boyfriend looked queasy but he pushed through, pressing his fingers to the man's neck. he froze.

he muttered something that you couldn't quite make out but he then repeated it louder.

"he's dead." his gaze turned empty and he quickly got up, stepping as far away from the body as possible.

sarah began crying all over again and you felt yourself begin to hyperventilate at the thought of you being the cause another human being had died.

"we have to call the police, maybe they can still do something."

"are you insane? they'll never believe us!"

you turned to topper with a glare, "believe what? that your ego got so wounded you took your eyes off the road and killed someone?!"

he pointed at you, "shut the fuck up! this is all your fault too. if you hadn't hit me, we wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"if you weren't such an asshole, you wouldn't have said the things you said!"

"ENOUGH!" you all turned to sarah, never having heard her so mad.

"we have to call the police," she said with a surprisingly calm expression. a stark contrast to her state a few moments ago.

"no, we can't." this time it didn't come from your best friend's asshole of a boyfriend. instead, those words came out of yours.

"what?" disbelief colored your tone. "jj. you can't be serious. if we don't call the police we will get in a lot of trouble."

"if we do, we will get in a lot of trouble." jj stepped towards you with his hands up, as if approaching a wild animal.

"you guys could probably make it out fine, but i can't. i'm a pogue. i don't have the money nor the connections you guys have. even if by some miracle we made it out unscathed, everyone on the island would know." your mouth hung open in shock, no words coming out.

"he's right. my dad is gonna be pissed enough as it is. my car is ruined, you know how much a panamera costs? i haven’t even had it for a year!” topper starts pacing and running his hands through his hair, a crazed look taking over. “this is gonna cost me a fortune to fix. and i could get kicked out of duke. i have too much to lose.”

ice ran through your veins, you stared in silence at your friends. you slowly began to step back before you hightailed it towards the car. you only made it a few steps because of your stupid heels, causing topper and jj to reach you in no time. the latter grabbed you from behind and covered your mouth with his hand before carrying you back to where sarah was still standing.

jj put you down but held you firmly as he turned you to face him. you didn’t recognize him, the boy you loved was gone. something else took over his form, something you had seen only once before in another life. maybe you could bring him back.

“jj, please. you weren’t driving, i can get you out. it was an accident!” your words fell on deaf ears, but you still hoped that it was just the initial fear.

“baby, they’ll never believe that. they would pin it on me no matter who takes the fall. i-i can’t have this on my record. you know that. please, baby. i could end up in jail for at least five years. my life would be ruined.” he searched your eyes for signs of you giving up and he found it; you were cracking.

he was right, you could get out fine but not him. if anything it was your fault he was in this situation. this wasn’t his world, it was yours.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“ok.” his eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“finally you say something smart.” topper’s obnoxious voice seeped through the night air and into your ears.

you turn your head slowly, “i’m not doing this for you.”

he rolled his eyes, “regardless.” he places his hands on his hips and stares at the body. “we have to leave. now.”

sarah snaps out of her trance, “are you for real? our dna is all over him, plus your car is covered in his blood.”

you can’t believe what you’re about to say, “we have to hide the body.”

jj squeezes his eyes shut, “yeah, we do.”

topper nods to himself before stepping by the head of the corpse. “jj, help me.”

your boyfriend hesitates before nodding as well. he steps towards the feet of the man. they look at each for a moment before crouching down and lifting the body.

“sarah, open the trunk.” you’re still frozen, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

you open your mouth but nothing comes out as sarah hurried to the back of the car.

a large blood stain marked the space where the body had laid. a loud thunder sounded, causing you to jump. rain.

all traces of what happened here would be gone by morning and it will be as if nothing happened.

you heard sarah calling your name and you stared at the crime scene for one last time before running into the car.

as soon as you climbed in you sat as far away from jj as possible. he tried to take your hand but you jerked away, the hurt look on his face almost made you cave.

the car ride was silent but full of tension. sarah was staring straight ahead, jj was looking out the window while topper drove with a clenched jaw a firm grip on the wheel.

suddenly, red and blue lights filled the car your heart beginning to beat frantically.

topper swore and sarah began rambling over how you would get caught. jj and you simply stared at one another in fear but it was all in vain because the lights soon disappeared and only the ghost of your crime loomed over.

after an eternity, you reached the docks. topper gripped the wheel so hard, his knuckles were white. sarah looked ahead before nodding to herself as if trying to convince herself that this was the right thing to do before opening the door and shutting it behind her.

topper made a gesture with his head, “c’mon, j.” he nodded and got out as well leaving you alone in the car.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before opening the door to get to the others.

topper and jj had gotten the body out of the car, sarah close behind. you closed the trunk and ran after them. you looked around to make sure nobody was around but because of the hour you doubted anyone was.

topper’s speed boat was a bit far, the boys clearly struggling with the dead weight.

you saw a light flash in the dark out of the corner of your eye. you turned and saw a security guard about fifteen feet away.

“guys!” you hissed. the looked at you and then at where you were pointing.

“oh my god!” sarah exclaimed.

“what do we do?” topper asked in panic. if the situation weren’t so serious you would’ve laughed.

you looked around but there was nowhere to hide. you were screwed.

think think think.

bingo. “ok. sarah and i will distract him and you guys pretend he’s a drunk friend or something.”

“that’s your brilliant plan?” why was he such a pain in the ass?

you narrowed your eyes at topper, “you got anything better, einstein?”

”guys, stop. let’s just do that,” jj sighed, tired of our arguing. topper rolled his eyes but complied.

“c’mon sarah,” you grabbed her hand and began walking towards the guard. he hadn’t seen you yet but once he did he ogled at the two of you. disgust colored your face but you quickly masked it once he was close enough to talk.

sarah put on a bright smile and you thanked your few lucky stars that your best friend was the prettiest girl on the outer banks. and that despite a bit of her makeup being a bit messy from all the crying she still looked good.

“hi, officer! we were wondering if you have seen a short red headed girl around. she’s one of our friends and she asked us to meet her here.”

the security guard scanned her face before responding. “uh no i haven’t seen her but i could help you find her if you want.” you recognized him from the cut, his name was doug or dan or something like that.

you turned to see if the boys had made it to the boat, but they were still a few feet away. thankfully the boat was further away from you than you had anticipated. you could barely make out their figures in the dark.

“really? thank you so much, i’m so sorry to bother with this.” sarah touched his arm and he blushed a little at the gesture. men.

“it’s not a bother really, i’m happy to help.” your phone buzzed with a call. jj. you answered, “yeah?”

“you can come back now,” he said.

“oh great! we’ll see you there then, jess. bye,” you hung up and tried your best to put on a happy smile.

“she said she was on the other side,” you laughed. “but thank you so much for your help!”

you pulled sarah away without waiting for a response from the guard, leaving him with a confused expression. you quickly ran to the boat or much as your heels allowed, before helping sarah in, climbing after her.

jj steadied you when you wobbled under the rumbling boat, before pulling you down to sit with him. you wanted to pull away but didn't because as much as you were angry, you weren’t strong enough to face this on your own.

the night was quiet, the stars lighting a path for topper as he went as deep into the ocean as he could. once he found a spot that he thought was good enough, he turned off the engine. the only sound were the waves lapping against the sides of the boat.

you all looked at each other to confirm that we were really doing this.

“the fish will eat away at his body by the time they find him, if they find him. there won’t be any evidence,” jj’s quiet voice filled the silence.

topper sniffed, “good. ok, let’s do this.” he got up and grabbed the man by the shoulders while jj settled by his feet.

“wait,” your voice shattered the silence. they all looked at you in exasperation.

“shouldn’t we check to see if he has an id? that way we could know who he was.”

topper jerked his head in your direction, “what? are you crazy? no!”

“i agree with topper, it’s better if we don’t.” sarah looked at you apologetically but with no sign of taking her words back.

you looked at your boyfriend but he wasn’t looking at you. that was all the answer you needed.

you sighed and crossed your arms, “fine.”

“ok, on the count of three, top.”

he nodded at jj, before they both lifted him and threw the body overboard. a loud splash sounded in the night, bubbles bursting through the surface as the corpse sank to the bottom of the ocean.

silence came once again, all of you coming to terms with what you had done. topper turned the boat on and sailed back to the docks.

“we will never, under any circumstances speak about this again.” topper looked at the three of you.

“is that clear?” none of you responded.

“we need to swear that we will take it with us to the grave.” he grabbed sarah by her chin, “swear it.”

she nodded, “i swear i’ll take to my grave.” a beat passed before he let her go, turning towards jj.

he took a deep breath, “i swear it.”

topper nodded before turning to you. “do you swear you’ll never speak about this again?”

you nodded, not trusting your words. that clearly displeased him, “don’t nod. say it.”

you sat in silence before speaking, “ok.”

he sighed in frustration before going up to you and wrapping a hand around your throat, “not ‘ok.’ not a yes. i need you to say that you swear that you will take it to your grave.”

his breath smelled a bit like alcohol, realization dawning on you as to why he had such a short fuse tonight. you were fucked.

you looked at him in defiance but complied, “i swear that i will take it with me to the grave.”

his jaw clenched before he nodded, letting you go with a shove which caused you to jerk backwards. jj reached for you but you moved away from his touch.

if there was something that became clear that night, it was that life would never be the same.

what was supposed to be a grand summer became a bleak utter nightmare. one that would only stop once you were dead.

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i feel like this was bad lol but hopefully i make it better 🙂‍↕️