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YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 1 - Broken Trust

It’s hard to believe you’ve become this person—the one whose boyfriend has abused her, both physically and mentally.

You used to see yourself as strong, independent. Yet here you are, trapped in a nightmare that feels impossible to escape. JJ’s actions have slowly eroded your confidence, your spirit, until you no longer recognize yourself in the mirror.

The bruises on your body are painful reminders of the suffering you endure daily, while the scars on your heart run even deeper.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be making excuses for his behavior, hiding the truth from your friends and family.

How did it come to this? Are you somehow to blame? Questions swirl in your mind, but one thing is clear: you can’t continue like this.

You need help—someone who will believe you, stand by your side, and help you find a way out of this darkness.

-

You weren’t always this way. There was a time when you loved JJ deeply, willing to do anything for him. You cherished the moments together, the laughter, and the shared dreams of a future. But then, little accidents began to happen—his temper flaring unexpectedly, small outbursts that left you shaken and confused.

At first, you brushed it off, chalking it up to stress or bad days. But as time went on, the incidents became more frequent, more intense.

You found yourself walking on eggshells, trying to avoid triggering his anger. His apologies were always followed by promises to change, and you wanted to believe him, desperately clinging to the hope that things would get better.

But deep down, you knew something had changed. The person you loved seemed like a stranger at times, and you couldn’t understand why.

You tried talking to Kiara and Sarah, pouring out your heart and sharing the pain you were going through, but they couldn't believe that JJ would ever do such things.

Kiara, your best friend since childhood, defended her best friend adamantly, unable to reconcile the JJ she knew with the one you described.

Sarah, who had been like a sister to you, also shut you down, insisting that she had known JJ for years and couldn't imagine him behaving that way.

Their disbelief cut deep, leaving you feeling isolated and alone with your suffering. Little did you know that someone would eventually step in and literally save your life. And this is your story.

—

The first time you noticed a bruise on your face was after the night the Pogues came over for a games night and drinks. It started as a fun evening, with laughter filling the house as everyone enjoyed themselves. However, as the night progressed, tensions simmered beneath the surface, and JJ's mood grew darker.

By the time the others had left, you were very drunk, and it was just you and JJ alone. He had a bad day, you vaguely remember. The details from that point are fuzzy.

You remember feeling a sudden push, a jolt that sent you tumbling down the patio stairs. The next morning, you woke up groggy and sore, finding JJ beside you. His voice was gentle but firm as he assured you that you must have fallen on your own, too intoxicated to recall.

You wanted to believe it was just an accident, a consequence of being too drunk. Yet, a nagging feeling persisted—that push, that sudden fall—it felt deliberate, calculated.

The next time it happened was the week after, on Kiara's 21st birthday. You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for everyone, when JJ came in from fishing outside. His mood was already sour, and when he saw you preparing chicken schnitzel strips, his temper erupted.

"What the fuck is this?" he yelled, storming over to you and pushing your body out of the way. Confusion and fear gripped you as he inspected the food.

"These aren't strips, they're like mini steaks. Can you do anything right, or do I need to show you how to do it properly?" His voice thundered in the small kitchen, and in his frustration, he waved the knife at you. As he went to set the knife down, the blade sliced your arm.

Pain shot through you like fire as the knife cut deep into your arm, blood pulsing out in hot, crimson rivulets. The kitchen air thickened with the metallic tang of blood, mixing with the acrid scent of fear. Shock and disbelief froze you for a split second, but then a surge of defiance rose within you.

"You just cut me!" you screamed at JJ, your voice cracking with pain and fury. His eyes, dark with anger, bore into yours, his face contorted with disdain. But instead of remorse, his expression twisted into a mask of pure rage.

"You made me do that!" he roared, grabbing a glass cup from the counter and hurling it at you with terrifying force. The glass shattered against the wall, fragments spraying across the room like deadly shrapnel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you psycho?" you yelled back, your voice trembling with a mix of terror and defiance. The accusation seemed to unhinge him further, igniting a storm of violence that was about to consume everything.

With a primal roar, JJ stormed toward you, his steps thundering on the floor. He shoved you brutally against the fridge, the impact jarring your already injured arm. Before you could react, his hands closed around your throat like a vice, squeezing off your air supply.

Panic surged through you, a desperate, primal instinct to survive. You clawed at his hands, your vision blurring with tears and lack of oxygen. But JJ's grip was unrelenting, crushing, his face twisted with hatred and derision.

"You think you can compare me to my father?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You're lucky I even put up with you, you worthless piece of shit!"

His words were like shards of glass, cutting through your soul. Darkness closed in around the edges of your vision as you fought for breath, for life.

In that terrifying moment, with JJ's fingers digging into your throat, you realized the magnitude of the danger you were in. Every part of you screamed for escape, for survival, as you battled against the monster you once loved.

The ringing of your phone shattered the tense silence, snapping JJ out of his violent trance. You collapsed to the ground amidst the shards of broken glass, gasping for air, your throat raw from his merciless grip. Through the haze of pain and fear, you heard JJ answer your phone with forced calmness.

"Yeah, she's not feeling well. We'll just get pizza tonight," he said, his voice unnervingly composed. The casual dismissal of your suffering sent a chill down your spine.

Weak and trembling, you struggled to your feet as JJ roughly grabbed you and shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

Alone in the suffocating darkness of the room, you crumpled to the floor, tears mingling with the blood from your wounded arm. Fear gripped your heart as you realized you were trapped, helpless against the man you once trusted, who now seemed capable of anything.

That was the day, you knew you needed to get out!

[rafecameronsgirfriend]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 1 - Broken Trust

It’s hard to believe you’ve become this person—the one whose boyfriend has abused her, both physically and mentally.

You used to see yourself as strong, independent. Yet here you are, trapped in a nightmare that feels impossible to escape. JJ’s actions have slowly eroded your confidence, your spirit, until you no longer recognize yourself in the mirror.

The bruises on your body are painful reminders of the suffering you endure daily, while the scars on your heart run even deeper.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be making excuses for his behavior, hiding the truth from your friends and family.

How did it come to this? Are you somehow to blame? Questions swirl in your mind, but one thing is clear: you can’t continue like this.

You need help—someone who will believe you, stand by your side, and help you find a way out of this darkness.

-

You weren’t always this way. There was a time when you loved JJ deeply, willing to do anything for him. You cherished the moments together, the laughter, and the shared dreams of a future. But then, little accidents began to happen—his temper flaring unexpectedly, small outbursts that left you shaken and confused.

At first, you brushed it off, chalking it up to stress or bad days. But as time went on, the incidents became more frequent, more intense.

You found yourself walking on eggshells, trying to avoid triggering his anger. His apologies were always followed by promises to change, and you wanted to believe him, desperately clinging to the hope that things would get better.

But deep down, you knew something had changed. The person you loved seemed like a stranger at times, and you couldn’t understand why.

You tried talking to Kiara and Sarah, pouring out your heart and sharing the pain you were going through, but they couldn't believe that JJ would ever do such things.

Kiara, your best friend since childhood, defended her best friend adamantly, unable to reconcile the JJ she knew with the one you described.

Sarah, who had been like a sister to you, also shut you down, insisting that she had known JJ for years and couldn't imagine him behaving that way.

Their disbelief cut deep, leaving you feeling isolated and alone with your suffering. Little did you know that someone would eventually step in and literally save your life. And this is your story.

—

The first time you noticed a bruise on your face was after the night the Pogues came over for a games night and drinks. It started as a fun evening, with laughter filling the house as everyone enjoyed themselves. However, as the night progressed, tensions simmered beneath the surface, and JJ's mood grew darker.

By the time the others had left, you were very drunk, and it was just you and JJ alone. He had a bad day, you vaguely remember. The details from that point are fuzzy.

You remember feeling a sudden push, a jolt that sent you tumbling down the patio stairs. The next morning, you woke up groggy and sore, finding JJ beside you. His voice was gentle but firm as he assured you that you must have fallen on your own, too intoxicated to recall.

You wanted to believe it was just an accident, a consequence of being too drunk. Yet, a nagging feeling persisted—that push, that sudden fall—it felt deliberate, calculated.

The next time it happened was the week after, on Kiara's 21st birthday. You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for everyone, when JJ came in from fishing outside. His mood was already sour, and when he saw you preparing chicken schnitzel strips, his temper erupted.

"What the fuck is this?" he yelled, storming over to you and pushing your body out of the way. Confusion and fear gripped you as he inspected the food.

"These aren't strips, they're like mini steaks. Can you do anything right, or do I need to show you how to do it properly?" His voice thundered in the small kitchen, and in his frustration, he waved the knife at you. As he went to set the knife down, the blade sliced your arm.

Pain shot through you like fire as the knife cut deep into your arm, blood pulsing out in hot, crimson rivulets. The kitchen air thickened with the metallic tang of blood, mixing with the acrid scent of fear. Shock and disbelief froze you for a split second, but then a surge of defiance rose within you.

"You just cut me!" you screamed at JJ, your voice cracking with pain and fury. His eyes, dark with anger, bore into yours, his face contorted with disdain. But instead of remorse, his expression twisted into a mask of pure rage.

"You made me do that!" he roared, grabbing a glass cup from the counter and hurling it at you with terrifying force. The glass shattered against the wall, fragments spraying across the room like deadly shrapnel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you psycho?" you yelled back, your voice trembling with a mix of terror and defiance. The accusation seemed to unhinge him further, igniting a storm of violence that was about to consume everything.

With a primal roar, JJ stormed toward you, his steps thundering on the floor. He shoved you brutally against the fridge, the impact jarring your already injured arm. Before you could react, his hands closed around your throat like a vice, squeezing off your air supply.

Panic surged through you, a desperate, primal instinct to survive. You clawed at his hands, your vision blurring with tears and lack of oxygen. But JJ's grip was unrelenting, crushing, his face twisted with hatred and derision.

"You think you can compare me to my father?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You're lucky I even put up with you, you worthless piece of shit!"

His words were like shards of glass, cutting through your soul. Darkness closed in around the edges of your vision as you fought for breath, for life.

In that terrifying moment, with JJ's fingers digging into your throat, you realized the magnitude of the danger you were in. Every part of you screamed for escape, for survival, as you battled against the monster you once loved.

The ringing of your phone shattered the tense silence, snapping JJ out of his violent trance. You collapsed to the ground amidst the shards of broken glass, gasping for air, your throat raw from his merciless grip. Through the haze of pain and fear, you heard JJ answer your phone with forced calmness.

"Yeah, she's not feeling well. We'll just get pizza tonight," he said, his voice unnervingly composed. The casual dismissal of your suffering sent a chill down your spine.

Weak and trembling, you struggled to your feet as JJ roughly grabbed you and shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

Alone in the suffocating darkness of the room, you crumpled to the floor, tears mingling with the blood from your wounded arm. Fear gripped your heart as you realized you were trapped, helpless against the man you once trusted, who now seemed capable of anything.

That was the day, you knew you needed to get out!

[rafecameronsgirfriend]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 2 - Humiliated

Weeks passed, and he apologized for causing you to miss your best friend's birthday, but there was no acknowledgment of the injuries he had inflicted.

He then continued, insisting that some guys were coming over for poker and he needed his "lucky charm" there to serve drinks.

His tone grew ominous as he warned that if you didn't dress the part and comply, what happened last time might repeat itself—a threat laced with a chilling promise of violence.

-

Fear gripped you as you realized the extent of his control and the danger of defying him. He grabbed a shopping bag from the wardrobe and hurled it at you, insisting that you wear its contents tonight, with a stern warning: "I don't want to hear any complaints."

The bag hit you with a thud, its weight symbolic of the suffocating control he exerted over every aspect of your life.

You reluctantly took the outfit out of the bag, your heart sinking as you revealed a costume that was shockingly revealing, clearly not meant to be worn in front of others.

Dread washed over you, realizing that JJ expected you to wear this in front of his friends, a humiliating display that would strip away whatever dignity you had left. As you held the costume up, its provocative design mocked your discomfort.

The neckline plunged dangerously low, the hemline scandalously high. It felt like a costume meant to objectify, not to celebrate. Tears welled in your eyes as you imagined the leering gazes, the crude comments you might endure.

JJ's insistence echoed in your mind: "I don't want to hear any complaints." His words were a command, a reminder of the consequences if you dared to defy him.

When the boys arrived for the game, JJ proudly announced, "We have our very own waitress joining us tonight." His voice was laced with a smug satisfaction that sent a shiver down your spine. The men's eyes immediately fixated on you, their gazes predatory and full of crude desire.

"Damn, JJ, you really know how to pick 'em," one of them leered, his tone thick with innuendo.

Another chimed in, "I'll take a drink... and a lap dance," eliciting boisterous laughter from the others.

You felt exposed and objectified as they made lewd comments about your appearance, their words dripping with misogyny and entitlement. JJ stood by, his grin widening with each degrading remark, reveling in your discomfort.

As you moved around the room, trying to ignore their advances, their hands occasionally brushed against you, sending a jolt of revulsion through your body. It was a nightmarish blur of suggestive remarks, lingering touches, and the sickening realization that you were nothing more than an object for their amusement.

As the game progressed, JJ's mood darkened with every losing hand. He grew increasingly frustrated, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Get me another drink," he barked at you, his tone sharp and demanding. When you moved too slowly for his liking, his hand slapped your ass leaving a red mark behind. 

JJ's losing streak continued. His frustration turned to outright anger, the tension in the room growing thicker with each lost hand. Finally, the game reached its brutal conclusion: JJ lost. He owed more money than he could afford, and his friends were not willing to let it slide.

"You gotta pay up, man," one of them said, his voice demanding and unyielding.

JJ's eyes flicked to you, a dark idea forming in his mind. "I don't have the cash right now, but I can offer something else," he said, a sinister edge to his voice.

The room fell silent as the men exchanged glances, understanding dawning on their faces. "What are you talking about?" one of them asked, though the predatory gleam in his eyes showed he already knew.

JJ looked at you, a cruel smile curling his lips. "How about you entertain them for a while?" he suggested, his voice dripping with malice.

Your heart plummeted, a sickening realization washing over you. The men began to murmur in approval, their gazes turning even more predatory. JJ's betrayal was complete, his desperation and cruelty pushing him to offer you up as payment.

You stood frozen, a wave of dread crashing over you as the men advanced, their intentions clear. They closed in around you, their hands reaching out, grasping, pulling you into their circle. Their words were a cacophony of lewd suggestions and vile laughter, each one more demeaning than the last.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's see what you can do," one of them sneered, his hand roughly grabbing your arm.

Another man whispered something filthy in your ear, his breath hot and rancid against your skin. "You're gonna have to work off JJ's debt," he chuckled, his hand sliding down your back, making you shiver with revulsion.

JJ watched from the sidelines, a twisted smirk on his face as you were pulled into their midst.

As JJ walked away, his cruel laughter echoing in your ears, the reality of your situation sank in deeper. He had left you there, defenseless and at the mercy of these men.

The cold, hard truth hit you like a sledgehammer: JJ didn't care about you. He never had. You were just a pawn in his twisted game, a tool to be used and discarded.

One of the guys pushed you down to your knees, his grip on your shoulders firm and unyielding. "On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, his voice dripping with condescension. You felt the cold, hard floor beneath you, the sense of helplessness overwhelming. You fought the urge to scream, knowing it would only amuse them more.

The men's hands were all over you now, their touch invasive and demeaning. You could hear JJ in the background, talking on the phone as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"Yeah, we're just having a little fun," he said casually, the sound of his voice making your skin crawl. One of the guys unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprang free.

He stroked it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours with a predatory gleam. "Open your mouth," he ordered. You shook your head, refusing to comply, but the others grabbed your hair and forced your jaw open, their grips painful and relentless.

The man moved closer, his intentions clear and disgusting. You tried to pull away, but they held you in place, their laughter and taunts echoing around you. You felt utterly trapped, the sense of violation and helplessness overwhelming.

His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him, which he loved. He fucked himself into your mouth at an unforgiving pace, leaving drool running down your chin.

The room filled with their crude comments and laughter as he continued to thrust into your mouth, your eyes watering from the lack of air and the force of his movements. You could hear JJ in the background, his voice mixing with the others as he encouraged their actions, further cementing his betrayal.

"That's right, take it all," one of them jeered, his hand tightening in your hair.

Another chimed in, "She looks so good like this, doesn't she?"

JJ's voice cut through the din, cold and detached. "See? She's good for something after all."

The man in front of you thrust harder, making you choke and gag. The sensation was unbearable, the feeling of helplessness overwhelming you as tears streamed down your face. The taste and smell were revolting, but there was no escape, no way to break free from their grasp.

As he continued, the others watched with sick fascination, their eyes gleaming with perverse delight. You could feel their hands on your body, groping and squeezing, adding to the humiliation and degradation. Each second felt like an eternity, the nightmare stretching on without end.

After he had unloaded himself in your mouth, he pulled you off and roughly picked you up, placing you on the table, pushing the poker chips out of the way.

You felt the hard surface beneath you as your heart pounded with fear and humiliation. He looked at JJ with a twisted grin and asked, "Can I get her wet?" JJ, lounging back with a drink in his hand, shrugged nonchalantly. 

"You can use her any way you want." The words sent a shiver of dread through you. The man flipped your skirt up and tore your panties away with a vicious yank, exposing you to the leering eyes of everyone in the room. You tried to close your legs, but the men held you down, their grips like iron. "Look at that, boys," one of them said, his voice dripping with lust. 

"She's dripping wet and all ours tonight." The man who had you on the table leaned in, his breath hot and rancid against your skin. He spread your legs apart, ignoring your struggles and pleas.

"Let's see how tight she is," he said with a cruel chuckle, running his fingers along your most private areas, the sensation making your skin crawl. He didn't wait for you to respond; his fingers invaded you, exploring with a roughness that brought tears to your eyes.

The others watched with twisted enjoyment, their laughter and crude comments filling the room. Your body trembled with a mix of fear, shame, and pain, your mind screaming for this nightmare to end. JJ looked on, a smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his drink. 

"Enjoy her, boys. She’s feel so good.” The man's fingers were soon replaced by something far worse. He positioned himself between your legs, his weight pressing you into the table, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with sadistic glee. "I'll make sure you feel every inch." The violation was excruciating, every thrust a reminder of your helplessness. The men around you egged him on, their words a barrage of filth that assaulted your ears. Your cries were drowned out by their laughter, your pleas for mercy ignored.

As he continued to use you, your mind struggled to dissociate from the horror, to find some corner of peace amidst the chaos. But the pain and humiliation were relentless, dragging you back to the cold, harsh reality of your situation.

In that moment, surrounded by predators you felt betrayed by the one person who should have protected you.

[rafecameronsgirfriend]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 3 - Bruised

After that horrific night, you retreated to your bed, physically and emotionally shattered. Days blurred into a week as you lay there, the weight of bruises marking your body a painful reminder of what had transpired. JJ showed no concern, dismissing your condition with a casual lie to anyone who asked, claiming you were just tired.

-

As the days passed, a new sensation began to gnaw at your insides. Nausea swept over you, waves of sickness that refused to abate. At first, you attributed it to stress or the aftermath of that night, but as it persisted, a chilling realization began to dawn.

With trembling hands, you took a pregnancy test. You stared at the pregnancy test, the positive result a stark and overwhelming reality.

Mixed emotions swirled within you—fear, confusion, and a profound sense of uncertainty. You didn't know who the father was. The thought sent a chill down your spine, deepening the pit of dread in your stomach.

JJ's recent behavior and the events of that horrifying night loomed large in your mind. Could he be the father? Or was it someone else? The uncertainty gnawed at you, adding to the turmoil already consuming your thoughts.

As you lay in bed, alone with your thoughts and fears, you wrestled with the implications of this pregnancy.

A few more weeks passed, and you struggled to find a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. Deep down, you knew you needed to see a doctor about your situation, but the thought of telling JJ filled you with dread.

One day, when JJ went to work, you seized the opportunity to take control of your own health. With a mix of nerves and determination, you made your way to the doctor's office for a scan.

The only available doctor was a man, whose clinical demeanor and detached manner left you feeling like just another patient on a conveyor belt. His voice was cold and matter-of-fact as he confirmed what you already suspected.

"You're two weeks pregnant," he said bluntly, handing you brochures about your options—whether to keep the baby or not.

The weight of his words settled heavily on your shoulders. This wasn't just a medical diagnosis; it was a crossroads that would alter the course of your life.

As you left the office, the brochures clutched tightly in your hand, a whirlwind of emotions swept through you—fear, uncertainty, and a profound sense of isolation.

You knew you couldn't confide in JJ. His reaction to the news was unpredictable at best, and the thought of his anger or indifference terrified you

When you got home, relieved that JJ hadn't returned yet, you moved through the familiar motions of daily life with a sense of numbness.

Making yourself a sandwich felt like an automatic response, a mundane task to ground yourself in the midst of overwhelming emotions. Afterward, you retreated back to bed, seeking solace in the quiet sanctuary of your room.

Lying there, sandwich forgotten beside you, you wrestled with the weight of your options. The doctor's words echoed in your mind, the brochures now a tangible reminder of the decision looming ahead. The uncertainty of not knowing who the father was gnawed at you, a knot of anxiety that tightened with each passing moment.

The reality of your situation loomed large: you weren't in the best place emotionally or financially to bring a child into this world. Fear of JJ's reaction, fear of the unknown, and a deep-seated instinct to protect yourself clashed with the tiny flutter of life growing inside you.

As you lay there, tears streaming silently down your cheeks, you knew that whatever choice you made would shape your future irrevocably

You didn't hear JJ come home; he dropped his keys on the table and headed straight for the shower. After some time, he quietly entered the room and found you sleeping. His eyes fell on your bag, where the brochures were tucked into the side pocket. With a mix of surprise and concern, he pulled them out and glanced through the pregnancy options.

His expression hardened, a storm brewing beneath his controlled demeanor. Anger flashed in his eyes, but he stifled it, knowing he needed to approach this situation carefully.

Dressing himself, he continued searching through your bag, where he discovered three positive pregnancy tests. Overwhelmed by emotion, he retreated to the lounge, struggling to contain his feelings.

As you finally woke, grogginess slowly giving way to awareness, you noticed JJ sitting on the lounge, clutching the pregnancy tests. The tense atmosphere in the room was palpable, his expression a mix of hurt, anger, and disbelief. Your heart sank as you realized he had found out.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" JJ's voice cut through the air like a knife, filled with hurt and anger. You flinched at the accusation, the weight of his words hitting you harder than you expected.

Frozen in place, you struggled to find a response. "I... I didn't know how to," you finally managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the intensity of his anger.

"Who's the father?" JJ's voice exploded with accusation, each word hitting you like a punch. "Is it mine, or is it one of those guys you milked?”

The harshness of his words cut deep, leaving you stunned and speechless. "I..." You started, but the words caught in your throat.

"I'm not keeping it," you managed to say, your voice trembling with fear and resolve. JJ turned to look at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief.

"I sure hope you're not," he retorted coldly, his voice laced with venom. "And you're not going to spend my money to get rid of it when I can take care of this for free."

Before you could react, his fist struck your stomach with brutal force, knocking you to the ground. Pain shot through you as you crumpled, gasping for air. He didn't stop there; relentless kicks followed, each blow aimed with a vicious determination to ensure there was no trace of your baby left. 

He left you there, curled up on the floor, pain radiating through your body and tears streaming down your cheeks. The room felt emptier now, the silence broken only by the echoes of his anger and your sobs.

Alone and shattered, you clutched your stomach, the ache both physical and emotional overwhelming. JJ's betrayal cut deeper than his fists ever could, leaving you grappling with the harsh reality of what had just happened.

He stepped over you, his gaze cold and distant, and reached for the bottle of whiskey. With a harsh twist, he uncapped it and took a long, bitter swig straight from the bottle. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air as he turned away, leaving you on the floor.

After hours you finally managed to get up from the floor, every movement was agonizing. Tears mixed with the blood running down your legs as you stumbled out of the house, driven by a desperate need to escape and find help. JJ's heavy snores from the bedroom provided a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside you.

Each step was a battle against pain and fear, but you pushed forward, driven by the urgency to reach Sarah's place.

The night air was cold against your skin, the darkness seeming to swallow you whole as you navigated the familiar streets, your mind racing with the enormity of what had just happened.

The sharp pain in your abdomen intensified with every stride, a cruel reminder of the brutality you had endured. You reached Sarah's doorstep, pounding on it with trembling fists, praying that she would answer.

Finally, the door swung open, revealing Sarah's startled face. Shock and concern flooded her features as she took in your disheveled appearance, the tears streaking your cheeks, and the blood staining your clothes.

“Help Me Sarah”

[rafecameronsgirfriend]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 4 - Help

"Y/n, what happened?" Sarah's voice is urgent as she pulls you inside, concern etched in every line of her face.

You collapse into her arms, unable to hold back the sobs. "JJ... he... he did this to me," you manage to choke out, the words spilling forth in a torrent of pain and fear.

-

"He hit me, Sarah. He kicked me. Sarah's expression shifts from concern to disbelief, her brow furrowing. “Y/n, stop," she says, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Stop trying to make JJ out to be a terrible person. He would never do something like this."

Your heart sinks at her words, the disbelief cutting deeper than you thought possible. "But it's true," you plead, clutching her arm desperately. "You have to believe me. Look at me, Sarah. Look at what he did."

Sarah shakes her head, stepping back from you. "No, Y/n. I can't believe that. JJ loves you. He wouldn't hurt you. This... this must be something you did to yourself. Maybe you fell, or..." She trails off, unable to meet your eyes.

The accusation feels like a slap in the face. "You think I did this to myself?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. The pain and betrayal are too much to bear, the hope you had clung to shattered by her words.

“Y/n, you're clearly upset and confused," Sarah insists, trying to sound calm and rational. "You need help, but not the kind you're thinking of. Let's get you to the hospital, and we'll figure out what really happened."

You push her away, shaking your head vehemently. "No, Sarah! You're supposed to be my best friend," you cry out, the betrayal cutting deep. "Why won't you believe me? No one ever believes me!"

Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow, panic setting in as the reality of your situation crashes over you. The walls seem to close in, and your vision blurs as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Y/n, calm down," Sarah pleads, reaching out to you again. "I'm just trying to help."

But her words do little to soothe the rising tide of fear and desperation. "You're supposed to be my best friend," you repeat, your voice breaking. "How can you not believe me?"

The room spins as the panic attack grips you, overwhelmed, you turn and run out of the house, leaving Sarah standing there, unsure of what to do.

The night air hits you like a slap, but you don't stop. You keep running, driven by a desperate need to escape the suffocating disbelief and betrayal. Sarah's voice calls after you, but it's drowned out by the sound of your own racing heartbeat and gasping breaths.

You don't know where you're going, but you know you can't stay. The pain, both physical and emotional, drives you forward towards the jetty. 

As you reach the end of the jetty, your legs give out, and you collapse against the weathered wood, sobs wracking your body. The cold night air and the gentle lapping of the water against the posts do little to soothe the storm within.

You curl up, hugging your knees to your chest, and begin to speak to yourself through the tears.

"I can't take this anymore," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "Why doesn't anyone believe me? Why does it have to hurt so much? I just want the pain to go away."

The darkness of the night feels overwhelming, the stars above indifferent to your suffering. The weight of betrayal and fear presses down on you, and the future seems uncertain, filled with more anguish than you can bear.

"I can't do this," you murmur, tears streaming down your face. "I just can't keep going like this."

You cry harder, the sobs shaking your entire body as you rock back and forth. "I just want it to stop," you plead to the night, your voice breaking. "I want the pain to go away. Please, someone, help me."

After a few seconds, a voice pulls you out of your cries. “Y/n? Are you okay?" It's Rafe. His concerned tone cuts through your despair.

You look up, your vision blurry with tears, and shake your head. "No, I'm not okay," you manage to say, your voice trembling.

Rafe steps closer, his face etched with worry. "What happened? Why are you out here like this?"

The words catch in your throat as you try to explain, the flood of emotions overwhelming you. "JJ... he... he hurt me," you whisper, barely able to get the words out. "I don't know what to do, Rafe."

Rafe's expression shifts from worry to shock, then quickly to anger. "He what?" he nearly shouts, his fists clenching at his sides. "That bastard did this to you?" His voice is filled with a mix of fury and disbelief as he looks over your battered form.

You nod, fresh tears streaming down your face.

Rafe's eyes blaze with anger. "I can't believe this," he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/n, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he was capable of this. You're coming with me right now. We need to get you to a hospital."

He kneels down beside you, his voice softening with concern. "Can you walk? We need to get you some help."

You try to stand but collapse back down, shaking your head. "I can't walk," you admit, shifting slightly. As you do, Rafe's eyes widen in horror as he notices the blood seeping through your pants.

"Did JJ do something else to you?" he asks, his voice filled with dread.

You nod, but quickly add, "Not in the way you're thinking. It's worse."

Rafe's face pales, the fury and concern mixing into a determined resolve. "We need to get you to a hospital now," he says, more urgently. "I'm going to carry you, okay? You're going to be safe."

With great care, he lifts you into his arms, holding you securely. As he makes his way to the car, you cling to him the physical pain to much to bear. 

Rafe places you gently in the passenger seat and rushes to the driver's side, the engine roaring to life as he speeds towards the hospital. The drive is a blur of pain and worry, but Rafe's presence beside you is a steadying force.

When you arrive at the hospital, Rafe doesn't waste a moment. He scoops you up into his arms and runs into the emergency room, shouting for help. "Someone, please! She needs help!"

A team of doctors and nurses quickly surrounds you, placing you on a bed and wheeling you into a separate room. One of the doctors turns to Rafe, saying, "Sir, you need to wait outside."

Panic surges through you, and you grab Rafe's hand, pulling him close. "I want him to stay," you say, your voice trembling. "Please don't leave me alone," you plead, looking up at Rafe with desperate eyes.

Rafe squeezes your hand reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice steady and calm. He looks at the doctors, his expression firm. "I'm staying with her."

The doctors exchange glances but ultimately nod in agreement, recognizing the intensity of the situation. They allow Rafe to stay by your side as they begin to assess your injuries.

The bright lights and sterile environment of the hospital are overwhelming, but Rafe's presence anchors you. He stays close, holding your hand, his eyes filled with unwavering support and determination.

"You'll be okay, Y/n,” he whispers, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm right here with you."

The doctors carefully assess the injuries below your waist, their expressions grave and focused. They gently ask what happened, but the words catch in your throat, and tears stream down your cheeks. The pain and fear are almost unbearable as you try to find the strength to speak.

Meanwhile, a nurse performs an ultrasound, her movements gentle yet precise. The room is filled with an eerie silence as the monitor displays what was once a growing life, now still and silent. The nurse's face softens with empathy as she meets your tear-filled eyes.

“Y/n, can I speak with you alone for a moment?" the nurse asks gently, her voice tinged with compassion. "I need to discuss something important with you."

Your heart sinks at the thought of being alone again, “It’s okay, it just don’t want to be alone, squeezing Rafe's hand for reassurance. "Please don't leave," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Rafe gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be right here," he promises softly, his eyes full of concern and support.

She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking with gentle sincerity.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry to tell you this," the nurse begins, her voice soft yet steady. "Due to your injuries, unfortunately, the baby has died."

Tears well up in your eyes, but you nod silently, the truth already weighing heavily on your heart.

"We will need to take you into surgery to remove the placenta and the baby," the nurse continues gently, her words a solemn reminder of the next steps.

You take a shaky breath, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. "I knew," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "My boyfriend... he found out I was pregnant. He... he beat me to get rid of it."

The nurse's expression darkens with empathy and concern as she listens, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," she says softly. "You're safe now, Y/n. We're going to take care of you."

Rafe's presence beside you is a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions. His jaw clenches with restrained anger and sadness, but he remains silent, offering you his unwavering support.

"We'll prepare for the surgery," the nurse assures you, her voice a soothing balm. "You're not alone in this."

The nurse's voice softens further, her expression a mix of sympathy and resolve as she continues to hold your hand. “Y/n, given the circumstances you've described, I'm also obligated to call the police," she explains gently.

As the nurse leaves to make the necessary calls, Rafe turns to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and restrained anger. He sits down beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in the whirlwind of emotions.

"Are you okay, Y/n?” Rafe asks softly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I'm so sorry you've been through this alone."

Tears well up in your eyes again as you meet Rafe's gaze. You take a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the depth of your pain and gratitude for his support. "I'm... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. "But I'm glad you're here."

Rafe reaches out and gently squeezes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice steady.

[rafecameronsgirfriend]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 5 - Saved Me

After your surgery, despite feeling weak, you musters the strength to recount the harrowing details of the past few months to the female police officers. With Rafe by your side for support, you begins to explain what happened, starting from the night you had the Pogues over for drinks.

-

"We were all having drinks, and I remember feeling dizzy. Next thing I knew, I was falling down the stairs," you recounts, your voice trembling slightly. "At first, I thought it was just an accident, but now I realize he pushed me."

The officers listen attentively, jotting down notes as you continues, you recounting filled with pauses and deep breaths to steady yourself.

Then, on the night of Kiara's birthday," Jess continues, her voice gaining strength as she recalls the chilling events.

"I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. JJ came in, and he was already angry about something trivial, like the thickness of the chicken. But it escalated quickly... he grabbed the knife out of my hand and showed me how to do it properly.” tears welling up in your eyes. 

“When he went to put the knife down he cut my arm and there was blood everywhere, he then yelled and said that was my fault. I yelled back at him and then he pushed me against the fridge and strangled me, then threw me in our room and locked the door”. You choke out, Rafe reaches out and gently squeezes your hand.

The officers take notes, their questions gentle yet probing, ensuring they capture every detail for the investigation. Through tears and trembling breaths, you reveal the worst part,

“It happened again on the poker night," you add, your voice quieter now, but no less filled with pain. “JJ invited some people over for a game and he made me wear this costume that barely covered my body, I received multiple comments and actions that were unwanted.

After the game, jj couldn’t pay what he lost, so he said they could have me. Which they did.” 

The officers' expressions darken with shock and concern. They exchange glances, their professional demeanor momentarily faltering at the gravity of your revelation.

One officer hesitates before carefully asking for more details, her voice edged with disbelief and sympathy. “They Raped me, and then after JJ did too.”

After recounting the painful details of the abuse you endured, your voice falters, your composure crumbling as emotions overwhelm you. Tears stream down your cheeks unchecked, your hands trembling in Rafe's reassuring grip.

"I... I just couldn't take it anymore," you whisper, your words choked with sorrow and fear. "I tried to ask Sarah for help, but she didn't believe me."

The weight of Sarah's disbelief adds to your anguish, intensifying the sense of betrayal and isolation you've felt. Rafe holds you tighter, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone," Rafe murmurs, his voice filled with empathy and regret.

The police officers listen intently, their expressions reflecting a mix of sadness and resolve. They offer you tissues and a moment to collect yourself, understanding the immense courage it took to speak out despite the disbelief you faced.

"We believe you, and we're here to help," one of the officers assures you gently, her voice a reassuring presence. "You're not alone anymore."

-

Rafe draped a warm blanket over you before starting the car, ensuring you weren't cold during the drive. His thoughtful gesture brought a brief moment of comfort as he navigated through the quiet streets, his expression grave with concern.

Upon arriving at his house, Rafe walked around to your side and gently asked, "Do you need help getting out?" You nodded silently, feeling a wave of exhaustion and relief wash over you. Leaning on him for support, you stepped out, grateful for his steadying presence.

Inside the warmth of his home, Rafe guided you to a cozy spare room where he prepared a bed with care. "You can stay here," he offered kindly, his voice a reassuring anchor in the midst of your turmoil.

You hesitated, uncertainty clouding your thoughts. "I... I don't want to be alone," you admitted softly, vulnerability tingeing your voice.

Understanding flickered in Rafe's eyes, his expression gentle yet resolute. "Alright," he replied, his voice steady. "You can stay with me."

Rafe escorted you to his bedroom, where he carefully tucked you in, ensuring you were comfortable under the soft covers. The storm outside intensified, the wind howling like a vengeful spirit against the windows. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids, and soon, sleep claimed you.

In the dead of night, a sudden crash of thunder shattered the fragile peace. Startled awake, you bolted upright, heart pounding in your chest. Panic gripped you as you scanned the room, disoriented and terrified. In the dim light, a figure moved towards you, and you screamed in terror, believing it to be JJ.

Unbeknownst to Rafe, you had been sleepwalking, caught in a nightmare that blurred the lines between dream and reality. His heart clenched at your scream, rushing to your side with urgency etched into his features.

It's me, Rafe," he called out firmly, his voice cutting through the darkness. He reached for you, his touch gentle yet firm, as you recoiled in fear.

"Stay back!" you pleaded, voice strained with panic, mistaking his presence for another's malevolent shadow.

Rafe froze, hurt flickering briefly in his eyes before resolve hardened his features. With steady steps, he approached you, his voice a soothing melody in the storm.

"It's okay," he murmured softly, his hands carefully grasping yours. "You're safe with me."

Trembling, you searched his eyes, "I'm scared." Rafe's expression softened with empathy, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

"I know," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble against your ear. "But you're not alone anymore. I'm here."

——

Throughout the days, Rafe support anchored you through the lingering aftershocks of your ordeal. Whether it was sharing quiet meals together or simply sitting in companionable silence, his presence was a steady comfort.

One evening, as the sun dipped low over the horizon, the doorbell rang, shattering the quiet sanctuary of Rafe's home. Startled, you glanced at Rafe, a flicker of unease crossing your features. "I... I don't like being left alone," you admitted softly, a tremor in your voice.

Rafe nodded reassuringly, “Come with me,” he offered gently, his hand finding yours in a reassuring grip. Rafe reached for the door handle, his movements steady yet deliberate.

With a deep breath, he swung the door open, revealing JJ standing on the threshold.

"I heard you were here," JJ's voice was unhinged, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of JJ, fear clawing at the edges of your composure. Instinctively, you moved closer to Rafe.

"Y/n, baby, let's talk outside, away from this kook," he shouted. JJ moved to step inside, but Rafe blocked him with a firm push against his chest.

"You don't get to talk to her or even look at her. Now, get off my property," Rafe's voice cut through the tense air as he stood firm, his gaze unwavering.

JJ reached out again, attempting to grab your arm, but Rafe swiftly swung, his fist connecting with JJ's face. The blow sent JJ stumbling backward, his balance faltering.

"I thought I told you to leave, Pogue!" Rafe yelled, his grip on your hand tightening as he stood defiantly. JJ yelled defiantly, "Show me what you got, country club!"

Rafe turned to you urgently, his voice steady despite the tension. "Call the police and tell them JJ violated the AVO.” He released your hand as you hurried to grab the phone.

When you returned, chaos had erupted on the lawn. Rafe and JJ were locked in a fierce struggle, JJ’s punches were flying but none finding their mark. 

Moments later, sirens wailed in the distance, drawing closer with each passing second. Blue and red lights bathed the scene as officers swarmed in. JJ's resistance was futile as they swiftly restrained him, leading him away in handcuffs.

As you stood there, shaken but relieved, one of the officers approached you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "He won't bother you again. He's going away for a long time."

Rafe returned to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms around you were both comforting and protective, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I just had to give him what he deserved."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence and the weight of the ordeal slowly lifting off your shoulders.

"I'm okay," you whispered, grateful for his support.

-

Six months later, Rafe surprised you with a beach date, the waves crashing against the shore as the sun painted the sky in shades of gold and crimson.

As you walked hand in hand along the water's edge, the weight of past events lingered in the air. Finally, Rafe stopped, turning to face you with a mix of nervousness and determination in his eyes. His voice was steady but filled with emotion as he spoke,

“Y/n, I... I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat, emotions swelling inside you as you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and vulnerability etched on his face.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the depth of his feelings and the journey you had shared.

"You don't have to say it back right now," Rafe continued softly, his hand reaching to gently brush a tear from your cheek. "After everything you’ve been through, I just needed you to know."

Overwhelmed with gratitude and love, you took a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly but filled with certainty,

"Rafe, I love you too." Rafe gently cupped your face in his hands. Without another word, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours. 

"I want to thank you for everything. You literally saved my life that day," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Rafe's eyes glistened with tears as he held you close.

...The End...

[rafecameronsgirfriend]

CAMPING TRIP

Word Count: 4.6K

Pairing(s): Rafe x Reader, Sarah & Kiara x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Comforting, SMUT 18+

Summary: Your world changes when you are made to sleep in Rafe’s tent.

As we arrived at the lake and began setting up camp for the Cameron's annual trip, the excitement in the air was palpable. You felt incredibly excited because it was the first time Rafe had shown interest in joining a camping trip, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you might be the reason for his newfound enthusiasm.

Riding up in the car you occupied the seat beside Rafe in the back, and amidst occasional side glances, Rafe's touch on your thigh in the backseat, accompanied by a gentle squeeze on the inside, left you feeling a rush of passion that made your panties damp.

---

Everyone eagerly pitched in, unpacking gear and preparing for an evening under the stars. Amidst the bustle, you couldn't help but notice that your luggage was conspicuously absent from the pile.

"Hey, Sarah, did you happen to pack my bags?" You called out, hoping for reassurance.

Sarah's face fell as she approached, a sheepish expression replacing her usual bubbly demeanour. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "I mistook your bags for Rafe's and left them behind. I thought it would be a harmless prank, but I realise now it was thoughtless of me."

Though you felt a pang of frustration, you could see genuine remorse in Sarah's eyes. Taking a deep breath, you made an effort to stay calm. "It's okay, Sarah," you replied, offering her a small smile. "Mistakes happen. Let's just figure out a solution."

Kiara, always quick to lend a hand, stepped in with a reassuring gesture. "Don't worry, Y/n. We'll make do until we can sort things out," she said, her voice steady and supportive.

"Ok, well can we at least set up the beds then?" you question, casting a glance at the girls. "Sure," they both agree.

You head to the car to grab the air blower and start inflating the mattresses. After finishing Sarah and Wheezie’s mattress, you move on to yours and Kiara’s. As it starts to inflate, you notice that it's significantly smaller than the others.

"Sarah, why is this one smaller?" you inquire, puzzled by the discrepancy.

Sarah pauses, a look of realisation crossing her face. "Oh, wait. I think I might have grabbed the wrong mattress from the storage," she admits sheepishly. "I must have picked up the smaller one by mistake." She said placing her heads over her face. “You packed the wrong mattress size, didn’t you?" you ask, feeling a bit angrier than before.

"I thought it was the double, it says S2 on it," she exclaims, pointing to the bag.

"What do you think S2 means?" you ask her, hands on your hips.

"Sleeps two!" she says confidently.

"Sarah, S2 means the type of mattress. A double would say D or DB," Kiara interjects, flicking her hair out of her face.

"Only one of us gets to sleep in there now, where’s the other going to sleep?" Kiara questions, looking between all of you. "One of you can sleep in Rafe’s tent," Ward suggests, pointing towards Rafe, who’s finished setting up his tent.

“I'm not sleeping in there,” Kiara exclaims, her determination evident.

"Fine, I’ll sleep in Rafe’s tent," you say, walking over to Rafe. You felt excitement surge within you, but you made an effort to conceal it.

"Hey roomie," he says, opening his tent door with a welcoming smile.

As you step inside, you're greeted by the cozy interior of the tent. However, your heart skips a beat when you realise there's only one large bed laid out on the ground. You furrow your brow, a hint of confusion in your voice. "Um, Rafe, where's the other bed?”

Rafe chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, we are sharing, I Don’t sleep in single beds” he says, his tone casual but suggestive. Your cheeks flush with realisation, caught off guard by the unexpected proposition.

"Oh, I didn't realise... um, sure," you stammer, trying to hide your enthusiasm state. Fuck yes. Rafe's smile widens, sensing your unease but also enjoying the playful banter.

“You can put your stuff in that corner,” he says, pointing to where there's room by the bed. "Oh, I don’t have any. Sarah didn’t bring them because she thought they were your bags," you explain, watching his face smirk back at you.

Rafe chuckles, his smirk widening into a playful grin. "Looks like Sarah's prank backfired," he remarks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You can't help but smile back, relieved by his easygoing response. "Yeah, it seems that way," you reply, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Okay, well, you can borrow any of my stuff then," he offers generously.

"Thank you," you say, gratitude evident in your voice.

-----

After dinner, Ward, Rose, and Wheezie all went to bed, while the rest of us stayed up by the fire, enjoying the warmth of the flames and the company of each other. Surprisingly, Rafe stayed out with us, though he didn't contribute much to the conversation. Instead, he sat quietly, occasionally sipping on his whiskey as he listened to our stories and laughter.

Despite his subdued demeanour, there was a sense of comfort in his presence, his silent companionship adding to the camaraderie of the night.

As the fire crackled and the night air grew cooler, you found yourself stealing multiple glances at Rafe, intrigued by the way his throat would bob every time he took a sip of his drink, the way his hand gripped his glass, they would feel so good touching your body, his toned biceps holding himself up while he fucks you. 

"Earth to Y/n, are you coming?" Sarah asks, standing across from you.

"What?" You ask absentmindedly, your mind still lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, the images of her brother flashing through your mind.

"Are you coming for a swim?" she repeats, a hint of amusement in her voice.

You nod, snapping back to reality and quickly masking your distraction. "Yeah, sure," you reply, following them down to the jetty.

As we approach the water, you try to push aside the lingering thoughts and focus on the present moment. Jumping into the water, you didn’t think it was going to be that cold, but it definitely was. Sarah and Kiara got out as fast as they got in, their shrieks of surprise echoing over the lake.

You surface, gasping for air, the exhilaration of the plunge mixing with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

As you tread water, trying to acclimate to the temperature, you catch sight of Rafe watching you from the jetty. There's a playful glint in his eyes, a silent challenge that urges you to embrace the adventure of the moment. With a mischievous smile, you swim towards him, relishing in the thrill of the chase.

"Brave move," Rafe comments, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as you reach the side of the jetty.

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant despite the lingering chill in your bones. "Just felt like cooling off," you reply, attempting to brush off the intensity of the moment.

Rafe chuckles softly, his laughter echoing over the water. "Well, you certainly know how to make a splash," he quips, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Feeling the chill of the water seep into your bones, you decide it's time to get out. You swim around to the front of jetty where Rafe stands, his silhouette outlined against the moonlight. "Need a hand?" He asks reaching out his hand, you nod and he uses his strong muscles effortlessly pulling you out of the water with a gentle yet firm grip.

Surprised by his display of strength, you find yourself momentarily stunned as he helps you onto the jetty. His touch lingers on your hips for a moment, the warmth of his hand seeping into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine for an entirely different reason.

With a charming smile, Rafe offers you your towel, his eyes twinkling with amusement at your reaction. "Thanks," you manage to say, accepting the towel gratefully, your heart still racing from the unexpected moment.

---

Arriving back at the campsite, you're greeted by the comforting sight of the flickering campfire and the welcoming glow of the fairy lights. Feeling the cool night air against your skin, you move closer to the crackling campfire, its warmth inviting and comforting. As you stand before the flames, soaking in the heat, you watch as Sarah and Kiara make their way to their tent, their laughter fading into the night.

After a while, you notice Rafe getting up from his spot by the fire and heading towards his own tent. With a sense of curiosity and perhaps a hint of excitement, you decide to follow suit, feeling drawn to the prospect of spending more time with him in the intimate confines of the tent.

As you step inside, Rafe looks up as you enter, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey," he says softly, his voice warm and inviting.

Sensing your discomfort, Rafe reaches into his bag and pulls out a soft oversized shirt.

"Here," he says with a warm smile, holding out the shirt towards you. "You can borrow this to keep warm." You're touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you," you reply, accepting the shirt gratefully.

He returns your smile warmly before turning around and settling onto his bed, giving you the privacy to change. You quickly strip off your wet swimsuit and slide into Rafe's shirt, the fabric is soft against your skin, carrying the faint scent of his cologne. 

Once you're dressed in his shirt, you take a seat beside him on the bed, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you. The shirt hangs loosely on your frame, as you settle onto the bed beside Rafe, the hem of his oversized shirt skimming just above your knees, you quickly tuck your legs under the covers, ensuring he couldn't see that you weren't wearing any panties.

Despite the alcohol you had ingested tonight, you couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence being basically naked with Rafe, especially after the thoughts you had earlier.

As you lean back against the bedding, you can't help but steal glances at Rafe, your heart skipping a beat as he begins to pull his shirt off. Mesmerised by the fluid motion of his movements, you admire the way his shoulder blades contort and then relax as the shirt slips off his frame, revealing the sculpted contours of his torso beneath.

Your breath catches in your throat as he then removes his shorts underneath the blanket, the gesture executed with a casual ease that belies the intensity of your reaction. Watching him discard the clothing, your pulse quickens, and a flush spreads across your cheeks as desire courses through you. With each garment he sheds, the tension between your thighs grows palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

As he tosses the shorts to the other side of the tent, you can't help but feel a surge of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, a silent invitation lingering in the space between you.

As Rafe slides into a pair of sweatpants, you watch him with a mixture of fascination and anticipation, the fabric clinging to his form in all the right places. Finally, he rolls over to face you, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

In the dim light of the lantern, his features are illuminated, casting shadows that dance across his face, accentuating the rugged contours of his jawline and the soft curve of his lips. As he settles beside you, the warmth of his proximity sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face with a hunger that ignites a fire deep within your soul.

"Are you still cold?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. You nod slightly, grateful for his attentiveness. "Yeah, a little," you admit, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. Without hesitation, Rafe shifts closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into a gentle spooning embrace.

The heat of his body envelops you, sending jolts of electricity to your core. As you nestle into Rafe's embrace, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against yours, you're surprised when his hand snakes under your arm and comes to rest just between your breasts. 

A shiver runs down your spine at the unexpected touch, but instead of pulling away, you find yourself leaning into his touch, welcoming the intimacy of the moment.

With a gentle sigh, you shift closer to him, allowing his hand to rest against your chest. It feels strangely intimate, yet undeniably comforting, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in the pit of your stomach. Without hesitation, you reach down and place your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers with his. 

As the tension between you and Rafe grows, you feel his lips grazing against your neck in a tender, exploratory kiss. A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation, sending a rush of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

His touch is gentle yet possessive, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin that ignites a fire within you. You tilt your head back slightly, giving him better access as you surrender to the delicious sensation of his lips against your neck.

With each kiss, the desire between you grows stronger, building to a crescendo that threatens to consume you both. Your breath catches in your throat as Rafe's lips linger against your skin, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

And then, with a sudden surge of longing, you find yourselves drawn together in a passionate kiss, the slow burn of desire finally erupting into a blazing inferno of passion. 

Unable to resist any longer, you lean into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. His warm breath against your skin sends electric through your body, heightening the intensity of the moment. The intensity of the moment grows, Rafe's movements become more deliberate, more purposeful.

With a gentle yet commanding touch, he shifts his position, hovering over you, his gaze locking with yours in an intimate exchange that leaves you breathless.

His eyes, dark with desire, search yours for any hint of hesitation, but all he finds is a mirrored longing, a shared yearning that draws you both closer together. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lowers himself, his body pressing against yours in a sensual embrace that sends a surge of heat coursing through you. 

As Rafe's hands trail up your thighs and under your shirt, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine at his touch. His words send a rush of heat coursing through you, your cheeks flushing with arousal as his lips meet yours in another passionate kiss.

Feeling his fingers slip between your folds, you gasp at the sensation of his touch against your bare skin. The wetness pooling at your entrance betrays your arousal, a physical manifestation of the desire that courses through your veins.

"So wet already," Rafe observes, his voice husky with desire as he begins to rub over your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body as he teases you with his touch.

"Mmmm, need more, Rafey," you murmur, your grip tightening on his bicep as he continues to stimulate you, his fingers moving faster over your clit.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as he waits for your response, his eyes dark with desire and anticipation. And as you look into his eyes, lost in the intensity of the moment, you know exactly what you want – him, all of him, in every way possible.

"I want you," you confess, your voice filled with need and longing. "I want your mouth, your cock.”

As your words wash over Rafe's, a surge of arousal courses through your veins, your body responding eagerly to his dominance and desire. The anticipation builds within you, a knot of need and longing that tightens with every passing moment.

As he lowers himself to your core, his words only fuelling the fire of desire that burns within you. When his eyes widen in amazement at the sight before him, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal at his admiration.

His lips attach to your clit, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through you as he sucks and laps up your juices with an expert touch. His words, his touch, his presence all conspire to push you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your legs start to shake as your orgasm approaches, but Rafe holds them in place, his command adding an extra layer of intensity to the pleasure coursing through you. With a whisper-yell, you confess that you're about to cum, your grip on his hair tightening as you ride out your high.

"Cum on my tongue, baby," he commands, and you follow suit, releasing yourself completely as you squirt all over his face. He eagerly licks up every last bit of your release, his own arousal evident as he removes his boxers and starts pumping his cock.

Feeling emboldened by his desire, you remove your shirt, letting your breasts spill out as you bask in his admiration. His words of praise send a surge of warmth through you, and as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

Your mouth waters at the sight of Rafe's massive cock, the anticipation of its size and girth sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. With wide eyes, you look up at Rafe, a mixture of apprehension and desire evident in your gaze.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he reassures you, his voice filled with tenderness and understanding. You watch as he continues to pump himself, preparing himself for what's to come, before he lines himself up with your entrance.

Your hips instinctively buck as his pink swollen tip presses against your puffy clit, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you. Before you can even form another word, his cock is pushing past your walls, stretching you to the furthest point.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you feel him fill you completely, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans against your ear, his hips pulling out before thrusting back in, each movement slow and deliberate.

His thrusts are deep, each one sending waves of pleasure rippling through you as you feel every line of his veiny cock sliding against your walls. "You're squeezing me so good," he moans, his voice thick with arousal as he continues to move inside you.

As he grabs one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple with a hunger that ignites a fire deep within you, you can't help but moan louder, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

With a desperate need for more, you wrap a leg around his back, deepening the sensation of him inside you as you surrender completely to the pleasure of being filled by him.

As the intensity of your connection deepens, your heart races with emotion, your body responding to the overwhelming desire coursing through you. With each movement, each touch, you feel yourself drawing closer to Rafe, lost in the heat of the moment and the depth of your feelings for him. With a surge of courage, you find yourself whispering those three little words that have been weighing heavily on your heart. 

"I love you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, but filled with an intensity that resonates through the tent. As your words hang in the air, a moment of vulnerability and truth, Rafe's eyes soften, reflecting the depth of his emotions. His gaze meets yours, filled with a tenderness that takes your breath away.

As the weight of your confession settles between you, Rafe's expression softens, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and tenderness. He reaches out to gently cup your face in his hands, his touch grounding you in the moment. "I want you to know that I'm in love with you too," he says, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. "And I have been since the moment I first saw you.”

As Rafe's words sink in, a flood of emotion washes over you, you lean in closer, your lips meeting in a tender kiss as he continues to thrust into you. With a soft smile playing on your lips, you gaze into Rafe's eyes, feeling a newfound sense of confidence and certainty in your heart.

"Well, now that I finally told you how I feel, I need you to do something for me as my boyfriend," you say, a playful twinkle in your eye.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Rafe questions, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

You nod, unable to suppress the smile that spreads across your face at the word. "Yes, boyfriend," you confirm, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

With a soft chuckle, Rafe pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“What do you need?” He asks, “I need you to cum inside me.” You say desperate to feel him. As Rafe's movements become more urgent in response to your request, you feel a surge of anticipation coursing through you, your body responding eagerly to his touch. With each thrust, each caress, the pleasure intensifies, building to a crescendo that threatens to consume you entirely.

As he quickens his pace, delivering firm but gentle thrusts, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, your senses heightened by the intoxicating sensation of his cock sliding effortlessly inside you.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing in circles that sends waves of pleasure rippling through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. With a soft moan escaping your lips, you pull him closer to you, desperate for more of him, more of the pleasure he's giving you. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you feel the pressure building inside you, your climax imminent.

"Fuuuck," you cry out, your nails digging into his back as you reach the peak of pleasure, your body convulsing with the force of your release and as you gush all over Rafe's cock, you feel him follow suit, his own release mixing with yours in a symphony of ecstasy.

The sensation of his hot cum filling you up, combined with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins, leaves you breathless and sated. With a contented sigh, he collapse against you, your bodies entwined in the aftermath of passion. "That felt amazing," you murmur, your eyes heavy with satisfaction as you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

His warmth envelops you, his breath mingling with yours in a symphony of desire and longing. Sensing his movement to pull away, you reach out to stop him, your fingers grazing his skin in a silent plea. "No," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, but filled with an urgency that leaves no room for doubt.

Surprised by your request, Rafe hesitates for a moment, his gaze meeting yours in a silent exchange of understanding and desire. And then, with a soft sigh, he relaxes against you, his cock still buried deep inside.

--- The Next Morning ---

As Rafe stirs from his slumber, he becomes aware of the soft light filtering through the tent, casting a gentle glow over your entwined bodies. With a tender smile, he reaches out to pull the bed cover back over you, ensuring you're both cocooned in warmth and comfort.

As you slowly awaken, you become aware of Rafe's presence, his body still nestled intimately against yours. His warmth envelops you, a comforting embrace that fills you with a sense of security and contentment.

As you shift slightly, the movement causes a subtle shift in Rafe's body too. With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you feel his cock slipping out of you, as you gaze into Rafe's eyes you reach out to caress his cheek, your fingers tracing the lines of his face with a gentle touch. 

“Breakfast Everyone” Rose yells.

"Looks like we better get going," he says with a grin, rising from the makeshift bed with a stretch. You chuckle softly, nodding in agreement. "Wouldn't want to miss out on Rose's cooking," you reply, a hint of eagerness in your voice.

As you sit up in bed the sheets wrapped around you, Rafe's hand finds yours, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You look even more beautiful in the morning light," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Your heart flutters at his words, a warm flush spreading across your cheeks as you meet his gaze. "Thank you," you murmur softly, your heart swelling with love for this man.

Before leaving the tent, Rafe reaches into his bag and pulls out a soft, oversized shirt, offering it to you with a smile. "Thought you might want something comfortable to wear," he says, his eyes sparkling with tenderness.

Grateful for his thoughtfulness, you accept the shirt with a smile, slipping it on over your head. As the fabric envelops you in its warmth, you can't help but feel a sense of closeness to Rafe, with a final glance and a shared smile, you and Rafe make your way to join the others for breakfast. 

As you and Rafe join the others for breakfast, Ward's playful grin widens as he looks in your direction. "Heard you two were having quite the party last night," he teases, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

A chorus of laughter erupts from the group as they nod and exchange knowing glances, their amusement evident. "Yeah, we could hear you all the way from our tent," Wheezie adds with a grin, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

Blushing furiously, you exchange a sheepish glance with Rafe, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at the lighthearted teasing. "Sorry about that," you mutter, trying to hide your smile.

Feeling Rafe's arm wrap around you, you lean into his embrace, grateful for his comforting presence amidst the playful teasing.

“So what does this mean for you guys”? Sarah asks genuinely, taking a deep breath, you turn to face Sarah, your expression thoughtful.

“We are together, but we still have a lot to talk about." you explain, your voice filled with sincerity. "We're taking things one step at a time."

Rafe nods in agreement, his gaze warm as he adds, “I have wanted this for so long, so we are just going to take our time.”

Sarah listens attentively, her expression reflecting her genuine curiosity and concern.

"That sounds like a healthy approach," she replies, her tone supportive. "I'm happy for you both."

“Just no more sex when we around please” Sarah's remark elicits a round of chuckles from the group, lightening the mood after the serious discussion.

You share a sheepish grin with Rafe, feeling a blush creeping into your cheeks.

"Of course, Sarah," you reply with a good-natured laugh, nodding in agreement. "We'll be sure to keep things PG around here." Rafe leans in to your ear with a mischievous glint in his eye, his lips curving into a suggestive smile. 

"It's going to be anything but PG, with the way I make you squirt," he quips playfully, his tone laced with innuendo.

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[rafecameronsgirfriend]

A GENTLE TOUCH

Word Count: 1K

Pairing(s): Rafe x Reader

Warnings: Comfort, Fluff, Kiss

Summary: Reader has cramps

As you step into your apartment after a long day at work, the last thing you expect is to find yourself doubled over in pain from debilitating cramps. You curse under your breath, frustration bubbling up as you realise you're completely alone, with no one to turn to for help.

Just as you're about to resign yourself to suffering in silence, there's a knock at the door, and you groan inwardly, dreading the interruption. You swing open the door, fully prepared to send whoever it is packing, but your annoyance evaporates when you see Rafe standing on the other side.

Rafe Cameron, your best friend's infuriatingly charming older brother. The same Rafe who has always managed to get under your skin with his cocky attitude and devil-may-care demeanor. The last person you ever expected to come to your rescue.

"What do you want?" you snap, unable to keep the irritation out of your voice. Rafe raises an eyebrow, unfazed by your hostile tone as he takes in your pale complexion and hunched posture.

"Are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern flickering in his eyes. You grit your teeth, torn between wanting to snap at him and desperately needing someone to acknowledge the agony you're in.

"I'm fine," you mutter, but even you can hear the lie in your voice. Rafe doesn't buy it for a second, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of skepticism and sympathy.

"Sure you are," he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Mind if I come in?"

You hesitate for a moment, your pride warring with your need for relief. Finally, with a resigned sigh, you step aside and gesture for Rafe to enter.

He strides into your apartment with all the confidence of someone who knows they're not welcome, but you're too preoccupied with your own discomfort to care.

Rafe surveys the scene with a critical eye, taking in your pained expression and hunched posture. Without a word, he disappears into your kitchen, and you're left standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next.

He returns a moment later with a steaming mug of tea and a small bottle of painkillers, holding them out to you with a surprisingly gentle expression.

"Here," he says gruffly. "Drink this. It'll help."

You eye the offerings warily, half expecting some kind of prank or trick. But when you catch a glimpse of genuine concern in Rafe's eyes, you reluctantly accept the mug and swallow the pills, grateful for any relief they might bring.

To your surprise, the tea is warm and soothing, and the painkillers start to take effect slowly. You let out a sigh of relief, sinking onto the couch with a grateful groan.

"Thanks," you mumble, casting a wary glance in Rafe's direction. He shrugs nonchalantly, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his eyes that makes you uneasy.

"Don't mention it," he replies, his tone oddly gentle. "Just trying to be a good neighbour."

You scoff at the notion, unable to believe that Rafe Cameron would ever do something out of the kindness of his heart.

As you settle onto the couch, the warmth of the tea and the soothing effect of the painkillers begin to take hold slightly, easing the sharp edges of the pain. Rafe watches you closely, his expression a mix of concern and something else you can't quite place.

"Feeling any better?" he asks, his voice softer now, lacking the usual edge of sarcasm. You nod, offering him a small, grateful smile.

"Yeah, thanks to you," you admit, surprising yourself with your honesty.

Rafe's lips twitch into a half-smile, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. You quickly shake off the feeling, dismissing it as a trick of the light.

But then he's moving closer, his hands reaching out to gently touch your shoulders. You stiffen at the unexpected contact, but before you can protest, he's kneading the tense muscles of your lower back with a skillful touch that leaves you breathless.

You let out a soft sigh of relief as the knots begin to unravel beneath his fingertips, the pain slowly giving way to a dull throb. Rafe's touch is surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing soothing circles against your skin as he works to ease your discomfort.

And then, almost instinctively, his hands drift lower, skimming over the curve of your hips before coming to rest just above your uterus.

You gasp at the sudden intimacy of the gesture, but before you can pull away, Rafe is pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

You bite back a moan, cursing yourself for the way your body responds to his touch. Rafe's hands are warm and sure as they work their magic, his touch igniting a fire within you that you struggle to contain.

But then he lets out a soft groan, a sound so unexpected that it takes you by surprise. You glance up at him in confusion, but his eyes are closed, his expression one of pure concentration as he continues to massage your lower back and uterus.

You can feel the tension building between you, the air thick with a potent mix of desire and something else you can't quite name.

And then, suddenly, it's too much, and you're both struggling to contain the arousal that simmers just beneath the surface.

You shift uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust yourself, but it's no use. Rafe's eyes snap open, and you can see the desire burning in their depths as he meets your gaze with a hunger that takes your breath away.

Without warning, he's leaning in, his lips brushing against yours in a searing kiss that leaves you gasping for air. You respond eagerly, losing yourself in the heat of the moment as you give in to the passion that has been simmering between you for far too long.

In that instant, all thoughts of pain and discomfort vanish, replaced by a fierce hunger that consumes you both.

As you cling to each other desperately, lost in a whirlwind of desire, you realise that sometimes, the most unexpected moments can lead to the sweetest pleasures of all.

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LEFT BEHIND

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing(s): John B, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: Injury, Mentions and usage of gun (not by rafe)

Summary: Reader is left behind when she helps out a friend.

It all started with a request from John B, a charismatic but enigmatic figure known for his daring escapades and insatiable thirst for adventure. He approached you with a proposition veiled in shadows and promises of wealth beyond your wildest dreams.

"Y/n," he said, his voice tinged with urgency, "I need your help with a small favour. Cut the power to a house for thirty minutes, then turn it back on. You'll get paid ten grand for it."

The offer seemed too good to refuse, the promise of quick cash blinding you to the potential consequences of your actions. With a nod of agreement, you found yourself drawn into John B's web of deceit, unaware of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface.

As the plan began to take shape, doubts gnawed at the edges of your conscience, a nagging voice warning of the dangers that lay ahead. It was then that you confided in Sarah, your best friend and confidante, whose concern for your well-being mirrored your own.

"It's dangerous, Y/n," she warned, her eyes reflecting genuine worry. "You shouldn't get involved."

Her words struck a chord within you, the weight of her concern casting doubt upon your resolve. But before you could reconsider, John B approached your Sarah, with a request of his own.

"Sarah can come along as the getaway driver!” he said, his tone laced with urgency. 

As the group of friends stealthily approached the front of the house under the cover of darkness, tension hung in the air like a thick fog. John B, the orchestrator of their clandestine operation, pointed you towards the power box with a hushed command.

"The power box is over there," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of leaves in the night breeze. "Remember, 30 minutes, then back on."

With a nod of understanding, you set to work, your fingers moving deftly as you cut the power, enveloping the house in darkness. The faint click of the timer echoed in the silence as you glanced at your watch, counting down the minutes until the power would be restored.

Meanwhile, John B and the others slipped away towards the side door, their movements silent as shadows as they disappeared into the depths of the night.

Their mission was clear: to retrieve whatever it was they sought from the confines of the house's back shed. As you kept watch from your vantage point, a sense of unease settled over you like a heavy shroud.

The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, casting eerie shadows upon the silent streets. And then, suddenly, a faint creak echoed through the night, drawing your attention to the house's veranda.

Your heart skipped a beat as you caught sight of a dark figure moving stealthily along the wooden deck, a shotgun clutched tightly in their hands.

Panic surged through you as you realised the danger of the situation - the elderly blind lady who lived in the house was armed and patrolling her property, unaware of the intruders in her midst.

As chaos erupted around you, the deafening sound of a gunshot pierced the night air, sending shockwaves reverberating through your senses.

With a jolt of panic, you watched as your friends scattered like leaves in the wind, their hurried footsteps fading into the darkness. But as you turned to follow suit, your path was blocked by the elderly woman, her blind eyes scanning the darkness with an eerie intensity.

With a trembling hand, you clamped your mouth shut, desperate to stifle any sound that might give away your presence.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you willed yourself to remain still, praying that the woman would pass by without incident. But fate had other plans, as the floor beneath you creaked and groaned, betraying your presence in the darkness.

In an instant, the woman's shotgun swiveled in your direction, the sound of gunfire echoing through the night as she unleashed a volley of shots in your direction.

With a cry of terror, you stumbled backwards, the sting of a rusty piece of metal slicing through your skin as you fell to the ground. Pain lanced through your body as you lay sprawled upon the grass, blood staining the earth beneath you as tears blurred your vision.

The woman's footsteps retreated into the safety of her home, leaving you alone in the darkness, wounded and helpless. With trembling hands, you clutched at your leg, the searing pain a cruel reminder of the danger you now found yourself in.

Each breath came ragged and shallow as you struggled to stem the flow of blood, the darkness pressing in around you like a suffocating embrace. You heard the engine of John b’s car start and heard it drive off. That's when you knew they had left you behind.

-

John B pulled up at Tanney Hill, the tension hung thick in the air, a palpable reminder of the events that had happened. Sarah's frantic pleas fell upon deaf ears as John B callously dismissed her concerns, his selfishness and arrogance clouding his judgment. 

"We need to go back for her," Sarah's voice rose in desperation, her eyes ablaze with righteous anger. "She could be hurt!"

But John B's response was callous and dismissive, his words a bitter pill to swallow in the face of Sarah's heartfelt pleas.

"She knows what she got herself into," he retorted coldly, his gaze unwavering as he turned his back on her.

Fueled by a mix of frustration and fury, Sarah's fist lashed out, connecting with John B's jaw with a resounding thud. The impact of the blow made John b angry, drawing the attention of Rafe and Topper, who emerged from inside with a mix of confusion and concern etched upon their faces.

Topper approached Sarah, his brow furrowed in concern as he asked, "What's wrong?" Sarah's voice trembled with emotion as she recounted the events of the night, her words a torrent of anger and fear as she revealed the truth of John B's betrayal.

"He asked for Y/n's help, and then he just left her there," Sarah's voice cracked with emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We have to go back for her."

Rafe's expression darkened as he processed Sarah's words, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to contain his anger. Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbing his shirt, his gaze locked with John B's in silent accusation. 

"Where did you leave her?" Rafe's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

But John B remained stubbornly silent, his lips pressed into a thin line as he met Rafe's gaze with defiance. It was Sarah who spoke up then, her voice tinged with determination as she turned to her brother and Topper for support.

"I know where she is," Sarah declared, her resolve unwavering as she looked to her brother and Topper for help. "We have to find her."

The trio climbed into the pickup truck and set off towards the house. Sarah expressed her concern, citing the sound of gunshots she had heard and her fear for her best friend.

Rafe's nerves were on edge, his care for Y/n evident in his anxious demeanour. Topper attempted to console Sarah, but Rafe's own emotions betrayed him as a single tear slipped from his eye.

Arriving at the darkened house, Rafe urged Sarah to remain in the truck and be prepared to drive away if necessary. “Okay”, she says staying put as Topper and Rafe armed themselves with a torches and stealthily moved around the property.

Their reconnaissance revealed the elderly lady on the porch, clutching a gun and pacing with vigilance. Topper proposed a plan: he would distract the woman while Rafe searched for Y/n.

With a silent agreement, Topper tossed a rock towards the house, drawing the woman's attention inside. He signalled for Rafe to proceed with his search.

Rafe moved quietly around the back of the house, his senses heightened with anxiety as he searched for Y/n. With each step, his heart raced, his mind consumed with the worst possible scenarios.

But then, in the tall grass, he spotted her. His pulse quickened as he approached, relief flooding his veins at the sight of her.

As her eyes fluttered open, she reached out a trembling hand, and Rafe hurried to her side. Brushing her hair away from her face, he gently cupped her cheeks in his hands.

Y/n's surprise at seeing Rafe was evident, her voice trembling as she asked what he was doing there. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Rafe offered a playful quip about always coming to her rescue.

With care and tenderness, he helped her to her feet, her weight leaning heavily against him as she confessed to being injured. Rafe's gaze fell to her thigh, where he noticed a cut marking her skin.

Quick to act, he sent a text to Topper, informing him that he had found Y/n and instructing him to return to the truck.

Scooping her up in his arms, Rafe held her close, her arm wrapped around his neck for support. 

As they approached the front of the house, a chill ran down their spines as the elderly woman emerged once more, her gun trained on them with steely determination.

Without hesitation, Rafe gently lowered Y/n to the ground and shielded her with his own body, a silent promise of protection in the face of danger.

For what felt like an eternity, they remained huddled together, the tension thick in the air as they waited for the threat to pass. When the woman finally retreated back into her home, Y/n's voice trembled with gratitude as she whispered her thanks.

Moved by her vulnerability and strength, Rafe met her gaze with unwavering sincerity. 

"I would always come to save you," he declared softly, his words a testament to the depth of his feelings.

In the quiet aftermath, a flush of warmth spread across Y/n's cheeks as she locked eyes with Rafe, her heart racing with unspoken emotion.

But before the moment could linger, Rafe gently lifted her into his arms once more, determination burning in his gaze as he carried her to safety. With Topper's assistance, Rafe settled Y/n into the truck, her friends' concern palpable as they surrounded her with care and support.

Sarah's apologies were met with a wry smile from Y/n, her resolve shining through as she vowed retribution against those who had wronged her.

Gratitude flowed freely between them, a bond strengthened by the trials they had faced together. Rafe's gentle touch as he tended to Y/n's wound spoke volumes, his tenderness a testament to the depth of his affection.

As he wrapped a bandage around her thigh, Y/n's heart swelled with appreciation for his unwavering support. With a tender gesture, he draped a blanket around her shoulders, his actions a silent declaration of his love and devotion.

In that moment of quiet intimacy, Y/n's heart overflowed with emotion, her gratitude spilling forth in a heartfelt kiss that spoke volumes of the unspoken bond between them.

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DRUNK GIRLFRIEND

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing(s): Rafe x Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Blowjob

Summary: Reader is a funny/horny drunk

When you and Rafe entered the party, you were immediately greeted by a whirlwind of activity. To your left, groups of friends gathered around makeshift beer pong tables, their laughter and friendly banter filling the air. To your right, the heart of the room pulsed with the rhythmic movements of dancers lost in the music, their bodies swaying in sync with the pulsating beats. 

"What do you want to drink?" Rafe asked, his arm wrapping around your waist as the vibrant pulse of the party surrounded you both. "Something with lemonade in it, please," you replied, leaning in to kiss his lips softly, a smile dancing on your own.

Together, you navigated through the lively throngs of guests, making your way to the kitchen where the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and excitement. As you entered, you were greeted by the sight of Topper and Sarah engaged in a spirited round of shots.

"Y/n! You're here!" Sarah's voice rang out above the din, her excitement palpable as she rushed over to envelop you in a warm hug, her laughter echoing in the bustling room.

"Yes, I'm here, and you're drunk," you playfully teased, gently pointing out Sarah's tipsy state as she pulled you closer to the shots with a grin plastered on her face. With a laugh, she shrugged off your observation, her enthusiasm undiminished as she handed out the shots.

"Two shots to start the night," Sarah declared, passing two to you and two to Rafe, who met your gaze with a mischievous smirk. Without hesitation, he downed both shots in rapid succession, his expression unfazed by the fiery burn of the tequila. Inspired by his boldness, you followed suit, the sharp taste of the alcohol leaving a lingering warmth in your chest.

"Still don't like tequila," you admitted with a wince, pushing the empty shot glasses back towards Sarah as Rafe draped an arm over your shoulders, his touch sending a shiver of warmth down your spine.

With a tender kiss pressed to your cheek, he whispered, "Let's dance, babe," his voice a gentle invitation as he led you away from the crowded kitchen and into the heart of the dance floor.

As the infectious beat of "Despacito" filled the air, you melted into Rafe's embrace, your arms winding around his neck as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. With playful abandon, you peppered his skin with soft kisses, the heat of your breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne.

His hands roamed your body with a confident touch, guiding your hips as you danced in sync. The sensation of his body against yours sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, with each grind of your hips against his, you could feel him hardening under you. 

As he trailed his hand from your ass to your neck, his touch sending sparks of arousal racing down to your core, you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

"I feel so refreshed when I put my lips on you… you're like an ice-cold drink on a hot summer's day," you murmured, your words laced with playful affection as you deepened the kiss, your tongue intertwining with his in a fight for dominance.

He chuckled softly against your lips, the sound vibrating through you like a gentle caress. Pulling away slightly, he captured your lower lip between his teeth, teasing it gently before releasing it with a playful nip. "You're so funny when you're drunk," he laughed, his eyes sparkling with warmth and adoration as he gazed down at you.

After a few hours of dancing, Rafe made his way towards a cluster of chairs where his friends were gathered. With a contented smile, he sank into the seat, his body pleasantly buzzing from the euphoria of the night.

As they shared anecdotes and laughter, time seemed to slip away, the moments melting into one another in a blissful haze of camaraderie. However, amidst the easy banter of his companions, Rafe's attention was suddenly drawn to a murmur rippling through the crowd.

Curious, he pushed through the people, his pulse quickening with anticipation as he caught wind of whispers suggesting that his girlfriend was on the verge of taking her bra off.

With a mixture of amusement and concern, Rafe pushed through the sea of bodies until he caught sight of the scene unfolding before him.

There, atop the pool table, his girlfriend danced with carefree abandon, her movements sexy and suggestive as she twirled and spun, her laughter ringing out like a melody in the crowded room. Despite the flicker of amusement that danced in his eyes, Rafe knew he couldn't let the situation escalate any further.

"Y/n, come down from there," Rafe called out, his tone firm yet laced with affection as he approached the pool table. However, his request was met with a playful protest as his girlfriend insisted she was having fun and urged him to join her.

With a fond shake of his head, Rafe gently but firmly lifted her off the pool table, her protests melting into laughter as he swung her over his shoulder. As she tugged at his shirt, her fingers travelled down his toned body, sending a spark of desire within her, Rafe couldn't help but chuckle at her playful antics.

With a soft sigh, he carried her away from the crowd, the sounds of the party fading into the background as he pushed open the bathroom door, as he gently set her down.

Their eyes met in a silent exchange “Did you like my dancing?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness as her hands slid up to rest on his biceps. Her touch sent a shiver of desire racing down his spine, igniting a flicker of longing within him as he gazed down at her.

With a tender smile, Rafe brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with gentle reverence. "I always love watching you dance," he confessed, his voice soft yet filled with sincerity. "But right now, all I want is you.”

As Rafe closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you. Your bodies melted into each other, the heat of his touch sending shivers racing down your spine, you found yourself trailing your hands down to his belt.

You undid the buckle, your fingers fumbling slightly in your haste as the belt loosened beneath your touch, you slid it out of the loop. Eager to suck his cock, you grasped his cock and started pumping him.

Rafe unclipped your bra with one hand, and you took it off, while making your way down to your knees. His veiny cock staring at you in the face, you stuck out your tongue out and licked a long stripe from top to bottom. “Don’t tease me” he said coming to play with your breast, kneading your nipple between his fingers. 

You take him into your mouth, bobbing your head making his cock reach the back of your throat, “taking me so well baby” he encouraged.

You paid most of your attention to his tip sucking and slurping on him, he threw his head back in pleasure. You could tell he was close when he started to swell inside your mouth.

You bobbed harder and he came in your mouth, feeling hot cum ropes hit the back of your throat, you took him out of your mouth and placed his cock between your breasts, milking the rest of him until he emptied out.

“Fuck thats so hot baby” he moans out. He grabs her my her waist hoisting her up, liking his release clean from her. 

“Your turn baby!!”

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