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when you and jj first get together, he really makes an effort to impress you. the boy doesn’t have much to give, having grown up with the shirt on his back and nothing else, but he’s eager to make you feel special. he’s no stranger to women, being a pretty hot commodity for pogue girls and tourists but he never sticks around long enough for anything to be considered serious. he’s a free spirit at heart, and before he took interest in you, that boy couldn’t be tied down. your first date was one to remember, the only warning beforehand being a cryptic text saying: “meet me at the dock at 6?”

you’re ecstatic, even though he didn’t explicitly say it’s a date, you’re hoping it will be. you’re something of a hopeless romantic, and your growing crush on maybank was driving you crazy. you put on a pretty sundress, curl your hair into messy coils and pack one of your crocheted shoulder bag with your wallet and emergency lip gloss.

you get there right on time, the sun just starting to set over the marsh. you shuffle nervously to the end of the dock, where you find jj leaning over the wooden railing.

“jayj?” your voice is soft, trying not to startle him. he turns his head and his body follows, but before he can greet you he’s taken in by your dress, his blue eyes transfixed on it’s short frilly skirt. he’s in his usual garb, a white tee and cargo shorts, which you still find very charming. you blink up at him shyly, not knowing why you’re so nervous, after all it’s just jj.

“uh—hey!” he lifts his baseball cap, running his hand through his hair as he tries to keep his eyes on yours. “whatcha all dressed up for?”

“oh, i dunno. was just excited to get out of the house, i guess.” your cheeks heat up, suddenly concerned that you misread the situation entirely.

he nods. “i’m glad you did. y’look very nice.” he lets his eyes linger on your dress a second longer before he clears his throat and reaches for your hand. “would you.. be interested in an exclusive boat tour of this here marsh on the hms pogue?”

you slip your hand into his, tilting your head curiously. “ooo — i’d be honored.” he starts to lead you down the wooden ramp to where the boat is floating against the dock, and once it comes into view your sweet smile turns into surprise.

he spread out a picnic blanket over the front of the boat, and a big bowl of fruit, two subs from haywards, and an empty beer can stuffed with wildflowers sits in the center. you just feel warm, relieved that clearly your feelings are mutual, and this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you. “oh — jj!” you jump into his arms, hugging him tight. “this is beautiful, you planned all of this?”

as you pull away to admire the boat again, his touch lingers on your waist, still holding you close. “‘course i did, cupcake. you like it?”

you huddle close to his side again, looking up at him with anticipation. “do i like it? i love it! this is amazing.”

“well, i’m glad.” jj smiles down at you before clearing his throat, getting flustered already. “c’mere, we should get out there while the sun’s still setting.” he takes hold of your hand, adjusting his hat again in an attempt to hide his rosy face. he helps you onto the boat, where you sit atop the blanket to admire the flowers he picked while he drives you out into the marsh.

the two of you fill the hot summer air with giggles on top of the roaring motor, but eventually the boat sputters to a stop at a nice clearing. the yellow and orange clouds paint over the still water beautifully, and singsonging birds chirp in the distance. the scene before you looks like something out of your favorite romance movies. jj makes his way to the bow, making sure the anchor is set.

“dig in, you don’t gotta wait on me.” he laughs and finally settles down next to you, popping a strawberry into his mouth casually. he gestures to the sandwiches, eyebrows creased in slight concern. “said you like italian, right?”

“oh yeah — who doesn’t?” you smile, helping yourself to some of the fruit too. “this is all so sweet, jayj. really.”

he waves a hand in the air, brushing it off. “well shucks, you’re sweet, cupcake.” he can’t keep his eyes off of you, between how your skin is glowing in the low sunlight, your dress, hair, lips — he can barely handle it. “y’deserve it, a girl like you’s once in a lifetime.”

you blink at him, his compliments going right to your burning cheeks. “you really think that?”

“you kidding? of course i do.” he rubs his jaw, shrugging like it’s obvious as he leans forward. “m’just lucky enough to be here with you.”

“jayj.” you lean on your arm, tilting your head as you stare back at him. you lick your glossy lips, and he feels like you can read his mind. your mind is spinning, heart racing as he moves closer, reaching gently to tuck your hair behind your ear. you lean into his palm, letting him guide you into a soft first kiss.

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redhead1180 · 3 hours

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⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱

Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.

Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.

Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe

An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable

« J. Routledge »

"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."

John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.

"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.

"It's sweeter this way. Please?"

He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.

But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."

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« J. Maybank »

"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"

JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.

"What? Can't peel it on your own?"

He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.

He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.

He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.

"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"

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« P. Heyward »

"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."

"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.

He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.

He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.

He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.

He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.

"There. Anything else you need?"

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« R. Cameron »

"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"

Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.

"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.

"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."

He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"So is that a no?"

He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."

Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.

"There. All better now?"

You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.

He only shrugs and leans back in for another.

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redhead1180 · 3 hours

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NEVER AGAIN

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Routledge!Reader

SUMMARY: JJ nearly gets himself killed, and you aren’t the normal sunshine everyone knows you as.

WARNINGS: A little angsty, short, fluffy ending.

HOW DID YOU GET HERE? You weren’t even sure. The last thing you thought you’d be doing was hopping off of JJ’s bike and into Topper Thorntons truck.

“What is he doing?” Sarah asked and you shrugged, anger beginning to bubble inside of you.

He had been so different. So different since you got back home to the OBX. He was more distant than before.

You and JJ had always been close. He was drawn to you because of your nice nature. He didn’t think you had a mean bone in your body. None of the Pogues did.

John B, your brother, had lived with you your whole life and he knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Even in the stressful situations the Pogues put themselves through, you remained positive.

That was about to change.

You looked up and watched as a crash occurred on the overhead pass above you. Right where JJ had just been.

His bike flew off the side of the overpass and you scrambled to get out of the car, it not even being stopped yet.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed and backed away as you watched the cops from above.

You fell to your knees and began to cry, Sarah moving up behind you to comfort you.

“I wish— I could say I did that on purpose” You heard from behind you. Your neck nearly broke with how fast you turned around.

It was JJ. He was alive.

“But…” He began “That was the gnarliest power slide I’ve ever done” He said and laughed a bit.

That’s when your anger boiled over.

“What the fuck, JJ?” You exclaimed, catching everyone off guard. They had never seen you angry before.

“You fucking asshole! You could have gotten hurt! Not to mention the fact that you’ve been practically ignoring me since we got back!” You said and rushed towards him, shoving him aggressively.

JJ stumbled a bit, his eyes wide in shock. He never knew you were feeling this way. He thought pushing you away would save himself from hurt.

“Sweetheart-“ He began, but you shook your head, tears falling from your eyes.

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, JJ” You said and moved as far away from him as possible. “I can’t believe you right now”

“M’not riding in the same car as him, Topper” You said and the kook nodded.

“I-uh, can he sit in the bed?” He asked and you nodded.

JJ didn’t say anything, he just rode in the back.

After the disappointment of not finding the cross. The Pogues and Topper all went their separate ways. However, JJ followed you.

“Y/n, you’re gonna walk home alone?” He asked and you didn’t answer, assuming he’d follow.

“Hey- you got to talk, now let me” He said and you continued to walk.

“Dammit, Y/n! Stop!” He screamed and you froze, not expecting him to yell at you.

He caught up to you and stood directly in front so you couldn’t continue walking.

“I pushed myself away because I was scared” He admitted “Your brother- he noticed the way we had gotten close and he told me to stay away, so I listened” He explained.

“It was the worst mistake I’ve ever made” He added “I thought that pushing you away would save me the huff of losing you and my best friend”

“I love you, Y/n, and I’m sorry I scared you back there.” He finished and met your teary eyes.

“JJ…” You trailed off and rushed to him, pulling him into a hug. “I love you too- I didn’t mean to get that angry”

“Sweetheart, you had every right to be mad, I fucked up.” He said and pulled back.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered and you nodded, ghosting your lips over his before connecting them.

Your lips moved in sync before you needed air, pulling away. “Please don’t scare me like that again” You said and he nodded his head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

A/N: YAY! This was short, but sweet!!

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redhead1180 · 3 hours

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bsf!JJ 'teaching' reader how to give head 😩

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"i mean it's simple really, just gotta open wide and-- wait how bad's your gag reflex?" without warning jj's tugging your cheek to the side with one set of fingers and shoving two down your throat with another, effectively stretching your mouth and testing your reflex all at the same time, beaming at the loud, wet gag you make. "oh that's perfect, got a tiny mouth though but that's okay we'll make it work."

you're starting to think maybe you shouldn't have asked jj to help you learn how to give head, but he was your best friend and he made it abundantly clear that he was there for whatever you need, including more...intimate affairs.

you tried to mumble something around his fingers but it didn't work, so he removed them from your mouth, letting you cough and settle before asking the question, "what if i throw up? i felt like i was gonna throw up."

instead of reassuring you he just shrugs, "s'all apart of practice, no big deal."

that was all the convincing you needed to lean over his lap, and take him out his shorts. he was big. almost ridiculously so, but at the very least he eased you down, clearly straining as he held your hair out the way and guided himself down your throat.

"fuck, there you go. shit dude, i'd say you're a natural."

you practically preened under his praise, humming and taking him down further as much as you could. jj couldn't believe it was happening, he used to pray for moments like this and here you were, gagging and sucking his cock with so much fervor he found himself thinking whoever was out there for this moment.

"you can uh- s-shit, you can stroke what you can't fit in your mouth- goddamn you got it. the fuck am i even talking for..." he was quickly reduced to a babbling mess, gripping the sides of your head not paying attention to the way you were beginning to heave and gag around him.

before you're ready, he brings you flush against his pelvis-- shooting hot, bitter ropes of of cum down your throat so fast you can't swallow it all, causing some of it to drip out your nose and come back up in a messy combination of cum and bile.

you're coughing when he lets you up, nose burning and throat hoarse as you curse, "what the fuck jayj, i fuckin threw up! and you need to drink more water that was vile."

all he can do is sheepishly smile and shrug, "my bad, g."

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redhead1180 · 4 hours

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@haven247 Fauna got the zoomies with Dad!JJ while getting weighed 😂😂🩷🩷🥹

#obx selkie

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I need needy JJ like I'm talking whining whimpering just overstimulating himself to the point his cock HURTS he's not even doing it for reader anymore he just can't get enough of her warm wet cunt

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"just-just one more. one more and i'm done i promise." jj had been saying "one more' for who knows how long, at this point you think the only way he'd pull out was if he collapsed from exhaustion.

but he showed no signs of stopping, you were long past the point of cumming, right now you were nothing more than a warm, wet hole for him to fuck--it was disgusting, a mix of both your cum was leaking out of you despite his best efforts to keep you stuffed but it was just so much. a creamy ring circled the base of his cock and dripped down his balls, some of it even smeared up to his navel from how he'd been grinding against you.

"papa i can't it hurts." you complained as best as you could but his body had you trapped.

he groaned and you felt him twitching inside you, somehow still dribbling little streams of cum, "don't care if it hurts, you just gotta give me one more."

any protest is quickly quashed by his lips on yours as he uses the little strength he has to fuck into you a little faster, stroking your overly sensitive clit making you squeal and thrash under him.

"there you go." jj huffs against your open mouth as your cunt gives him pitiful little squeezes, your body fighting between trying to push him out and suck him in closer.

you lay whimpering in discomfort, hoping he's finally done.

"i think you got one more left in ya."

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based off of this conversation with my beloved mootie @shellxrls 😚

“John b!” you breathe out, running up to him and jumping right into his arms, letting him support your entire weight as you wrap around him a distinctly koala-like fashion. it had become give or take wether your boyfriend would make it back to the shelter each day, and so the relief is always immense when you hear his familiar footsteps trudging your way.

you can feel his body actively relax the moment he comes into contact with you, “gotta stop lookin’ so relieved. told you I’ll always come back for you.” he speaks into the crook of your neck, beginning to walk back towards your camp.

“mmh.” you disregard the statement. “I made food… didn’t have any meat so we’ll have to make do with that old canned soup we found at the hide- hey what are y’doin?” you frown when you realise that as he walks with you in his arms, John b is slowly but surely undressing your bottom half.

“shhh… look sweetie—” he begins as he opens the door to the little wooden shack that you both make shelter in, “daddy’s had a real long day. right? need you t’help me out here ‘n be my good girl for just a little. think y’can do that?” he questions as he lowers you down onto the old mattress you’d managed to find a few weeks ago.

you nod as he begins to undo his belt, “yeah daddy, can be y’good girl,” it’s not difficult to fall into a more submissive headspace with the way he’s handling you.

he moves quickly, pulling your shirt off and running his calloused hands over your peaking nipples. he leans down to give you a long kiss, you get so lost in it that you’re taken by surprise when he pushes himself inside of you to the hilt.

“ohh!” you whine, arching your back, making him chuckle. “you like that?” he murmurs as he begins to more, the rough material of his shirt rubbing against your skin.

you whimper and writhe, at least until he gets frustrated enough to pin you down. that’s when he really gives it to you. he pulls his bandana out from his pocket and shoves it into your mouth, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

he ruts into you over and over again. you can’t remember how many times you’ve climaxed. your boyfriend shows no sign of stopping. you cry out the moment he pulls the bandana away “can’t any more John b! hurts!”

your boyfriend listens, at least you think he does. he pulls out of you and coos, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair “poor girl, this little pussy too sensitive f’me, that’s what you’re sayin’?” he raises one eyebrow and you nod. he lets out a little sigh before grabbing you by the hips and flipping you ever “gonna have to put it in your ass instead then, aren’t I baby?”

and really, who are you to argue?

#john b prompt #apocalypse!johnbee #john b smut #john b routledge

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the bet - jj maybank or rafe cameron

summary: two guys have their eye on you and when kiara baits you into a bet, it quickly becomes clear how your night will end.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this fic has two alternate endings for you to to choose from for either rafe or jj (or both! live your life! dream your dreams! lord knows i'm incapable of choosing, hence, this fic!) ♡

The sun danced between the fronds of the palm trees above you, warming your cheeks and the slow smile on your face as you swayed back and forth in the hammock in John B's backyard. You felt JJ's warm, calloused hands running up your bare leg and you were sure your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red when you felt his fingers toy with the frayed hem of your denim cutoffs, sending goosebumps across your body despite the stifling heat of the summer day.

You gnawed on your bottom lip as you replayed the way the two of you had been relentlessly flirting over the last few weeks. What had started innocently enough: his chin resting on your shoulder as you read, his hand at your lower back when you were out together, had quickly escalated to his smoldering gaze following you during parties, him grasping your hips firmly and pressing his body against yours as he snuck by you in the kitchen, leaning down just far enough to whisper "'scuse me" as he went by. The catch? It hadn't gone any further than that, than stolen looks and eager, wandering hands; something you were keenly aware of as you felt his fingers on your thigh and your eyes fluttered open to catch his baby blues drinking you in just as your friends began chatting nearby about the bonfire that night.

Within a few hours you were at Tanneyhill with Sarah getting ready, intent on making sure you looked absolutely perfect. Between the billowing steam of her shower and the heat of her blowdryer, curling iron and straightener, the humidity in her bathroom had become a threat to your hair and makeup, so you carried your makeup bag into Rafe's bathroom. You were deeply focused on your mascara when you heard a muffled voice and turned to see Rafe pushing the door open as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"RC?" you said with a laugh in your voice as you tried to get his attention.

"Geezus! What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked, looking you up and down.

You took in his shirtless form, from his incredibly large biceps to his toned abs as your mouth curved into a smile and you leaned against the counter, eyeing him unabashedly. "Sarah said it was okay for me to use your bathroom, she steamed up her mirror."

He smirked at you, basking in the way you were checking him out and subtly puffed his chest out, flexing his muscles as he returned the favor, taking in the way your short sundress accentuated every dip and curve of your body, the way your makeup highlighted your perfect features from your sparkling eyes to your glossed lips.

"You goin’ with her tonight?" he asked. "Please tell me you're not spending the night with those stupid pogues."

You rolled your eyes at that and turned around to continue with your makeup, like it wasn't his bathroom you were using in the first place. You leaned precariously over his counter to get closer to the mirror, your dress riding up considerably. "They're not bad people" you said simply.

Rafe's eyes quickly darted from the newly exposed skin of your tan legs to your face in the mirror. "Not bad people?" he said, exasperated. "Kiara is minutes away from being written out of her own trust fund, John B is essentially homeless and don't even get me started on Maybank, that kid is a walking liability."

You caught his eye in the mirror at the mention of JJ before pushing your mascara back in the tube and turning to face him. "Aww RC, you really care about me, huh?" you teased, using the nickname you'd had for him for as long as you could remember, one that he absolutely adored (a fact he would deny to anyone who asked him).

He watched you gather your things, sad to see you leave. "You're better than all that" he said. "And you know it."

"M'just having a little fun" you replied, winking as you brushed past him. "See you there?"

He pushed his tongue into his cheek, nodding with a hint of frustration at how you were shrugging him off, at the thought of you spending time anywhere near those lowlifes.

"Nice dress" he shouted after you as you left his room, and you threw a hand over your head to wave at him in acknowledgement.

The bonfire was as fun as you could remember; the fizz of your fruity seltzer, the salty air coming off the ocean, the smell of the firewood and the flickering light it cast made it feel like anything could happen. You were sitting with Kiara and Sarah, but had caught JJ's eye a few times across the crowd; in fact, you were just thinking about walking over to him when Kiara broke the silence.

"You're basically one of us now" she said through a hazy smile.

"Yeah?" you replied, smiling, your cheeks warming at the sentiment.

"Yeah, but you need to loosen up a bit, you're radiating kook right now" she said, offering you her joint, which you politely declined.

She shook her head at you as she took a hit. "You need to be more adventurous."

"I'm plenty adventurous!" you argued.

"Wanna bet?" she said, goading you on.

You continued to argue amiably back and forth, unaware that Rafe was lingering nearby, listening intently to your conversation. He hated that you were here with the pogues, he knew nights like this where everyone was together were prime for them to start some stupid shit that he didn't want you in the middle of. Even from here he could hear Carrera egging you on, offering you drugs and he was about to step in when the next sentence out of her mouth made him pause.

"I bet you $50 you won't kiss the next person who fills their beer at the keg" she said, nodding in that general direction. "And I don't mean a peck on the lips, I mean full on macking."

"Deal" you said, without a moment's hesitation, perhaps a bit more confidently than you felt.

Kiara's eyebrows raised in surprise and Rafe choked on his beer as he watched the three of you clink your drinks together.

It was only a matter of moments. The keg was the most popular place to be tonight. You scanned the crowd nervously, eyes flickering over geeky tourons with horrible sunburn and cringing until your gaze landed on John B and JJ walking purposefully through the crowd, right towards the keg and your heart leapt in your chest. They were talking animatedly about something, joking around with one another as John B reached absentmindedly for the tap.

"Oh shit" Kiara mumbled as Sarah visibly tensed beside you.

But at the last minute, JJ grabbed the spout from him and began to fill his cup.

: ̗̀ This fic has two possible endings: one with JJ, and one with Rafe. From here, you choose! Keep scrolling to see Rafe's ending ♡

JJ MAYBANK

You could feel your heartbeat in your palms as Kiara nudged you forward. After a moment you began walking towards the keg, edging purposefully in and out of the crowd until suddenly you were in front of JJ, and it was like time stood still.

He glanced up at you, a smirk lingering on his lips from his conversation with John B and he had only a moment to drink you in greedily from head to toe before you stepped forward and grasped the front of his cutoff tee, pulling his face down to your own.

Your lips found his and despite the frantic energy, they met softly as he let out a muffled mumble in surprise, weeks of dreaming about what you would taste like coming true. It didn't take him more than a second before he dropped his half-full cup of beer in the sand, completely forgotten as one of his arms wound around your waist and the other came to grasp the side of your face, pressing into you in earnest, sending your stomach into a summersault. You released his shirt only enough to wind your arms around his neck and he nearly lifted you off the ground with his urgency.

You tried to pull back, to catch your breath, to explain, but he wouldn't let you go. "Mmhm" he mumbled in refusal, doubling down his efforts, grasping you firmly as he nipped your bottom lip and then his tongue slid into your mouth.

"Oh, shit!" John B said, laughing and you could hear Kiara and Sarah cheering in the background, but it all faded out as your heart thundered in your chest. Your whole body was electric with the feeling of his kiss, like fireworks in your veins. You were nearly shaking with adrenaline, with the overwhelming sense of his proximity, your chest heaving against his, when he finally pulled away, his blue eyes twinkling at you, with a soul-crushing smile on his face, his eyes searching your lips hungrily before they flitted over your shoulder.

"Can I help you, Cameron?"

You spun around in JJ's arms to see Rafe standing next to the keg, staring straight at you with a fiery glare so fierce it made your cheeks heat.

You were utterly confused.

He wasn't moving to fill up his beer, and you could see that his cup was full from where you were standing. But if he wasn't here for the beer... Had he heard your bet with Kiara? He did have a habit of staying near you during parties. He was breathing heavily, like he'd run here... wait... Did he want to kiss you? Your eyes met his and you immediately had your answer as your heart dropped into your stomach. Your grip on JJ loosened just a bit, but his warm hands wouldn't let you go, if anything he held you tighter.

"Take a picture, buddy, it'll last longer" he snapped at Rafe.

Rafe took one more look at you and then brushed past you.

Well, shit you thought.

RAFE CAMERON

You were on your feet, pushing your way through the crowd, your mind clouded with anticipation and the fruity buzz of your seltzer when you felt a firm hand on your upper arm and you turned to see Rafe looking... angry? You were confused as he was never ever angry with you despite the way he treated other people. He was breathing heavily like he'd run to catch up with you and he hardly met your eyes before his hand moved gently down your arm, his large fingers wound through your own, and he began pulling you behind him, away from the party and bright lights towards the parked cars.

"Can I help you, RC?" you asked impatiently as you tugged at his hand. "M'a little busy--" you started to say before he stopped walking so abruptly you nearly crashed into him. He spun and pulled you into his grasp, never releasing your hand as the other cupped your cheek, the momentum pulling you within inches of each other.

His lips were close enough for you to feel them, but he didn't move to kiss you, instead you could feel his warm breath on your face, could smell his mint gum, smell him, clean like citrus with just a hint of sweat that was making your head spin on its axis. You ran your hand up his arm, vividly recalling every curve of his body from earlier, your breath catching at the feeling of his hard muscles beneath his fitted shirt.

He began walking you backwards, eyes never leaving yours, boring into you until you met the cool exterior of his truck with your back, which he pushed you against gently, caging you in. His pupils were blown wide and he bit his bottom lip as his eyes traced your face and lips.

"Still up for a little fun?" he murmured, his hand moving to roam your body as your breath hitched.

You struggled to find your words at the feeling of his touch, all you could do was nod and he smiled, leaning in and lingering there to tease you, the anticipation making you squirm ever so slightly as you tried to move closer to him, until he relented, pressing his lips to yours with perfect passion, like he was devouring you, as he pressed you into his truck hard enough for it to make a sound. You had no business reacting the way you did as you tried to muffle a moan against his lips and failed miserably, at once happy for the discretion of being so far away from prying eyes. You could feel him smile against you as his hands moved to your thighs, picking you up and letting your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue found yours. You wound your arms around his neck, desperately trying to pull him closer to you, your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck.

"Rafe" you whispered in a brief reprieve, in an attempt to get air.

There it is, he thought. Not his nickname, but his full name coming from your perfectly plump lips that were swollen from him. He rested his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling, before he moved to set you down.

You had to physically bite your lip to keep from whining, not understanding why he would stop. Had this all gone way too far way too fast? you thought, all the while refusing to let go of him. He was reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, flipping through a thick wad of bills before pulling out a $50, folding it in his fingers and handing it to you as he shoved the rest and his wallet back in his pocket.

"What?--" you started to ask.

"Go tell Carrera you aren't going to be kissing random strangers or pogues for the foreseeable future, yeah?"

You couldn't hold back the smile on your face as you looked up at him and reached for the bill.

"Yeah?" you said back - Are you saying what I think you're saying?

"Yes" he said resolutely, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek, your jawline, to the tender skin on your neck where he began sucking as he pushed you backwards again, ensuring there would be a bruise big enough and dark enough for everyone to see. You squirmed against him, eyelids fluttering shut until you heard a voice calling your name that had them flying open as you pulled yourself upright.

"JJ?" you said.

Rafe pulled back and turned around and you both saw JJ jogging towards you before he slowed to a stop. He took in your hand lingering on Rafe, the strap of your dress hanging off your shoulder, your mussed hair, smudged lip gloss and the dark bruise forming on your neck.

Rafe pulled you into his chest and you could feel him tense against you as he squeezed you firmly.

JJ looked at you, dumbfounded, before he swallowed. He was normally so quick with a snarky comment and right now you wished for anything that would break this awful silence. He looked at you and Rafe again, pulling his hat off and running his hand through his hair before muttering, "Sarah and Kie are looking for you.”

Well, shit you thought.

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Oh lawd, that was insane! Morgy that left me 💦💦 🥴😮‍💨

I’m talking now.

You decide to push Rafe’s buttons. W. C less than 1k.

Warnings! Choking! Male masturbation! Spitting! Daddy kink! Brat taming! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

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“Yeah, okay!” You roll your eyes and return to typing away on your phone as you drown out Rafe. You knew it was a dangerous game, being a brat to him like this but you truly wanted to make him break.

He had just got home after work, still in his suit and tie, he looked at you with a bewildered expression. “Are you okay?” You look up from your mobile.

“Yup! Super!” You bite at him and look down. Your heart starts racing as silence fills the air but then finally you hear his footsteps retreat. Damn, you’d have to push even harder especially considering he had been trying to work on his temper lately to be a better boyfriend.

Minutes went by and Rafe returned, wearing a t- shirt and gray sweatpants and he settled on the couch next to you but you still remained on your phone aimlessly scrolling. It was hard to ignore him but you contained the urge to peer up at him.

“So…how was your day, baby girl?” He asks and you sigh.

“Fine. You?” Your short reply made him bristle but he told you about his day but you turned away from him, nestling your body against the cushion.

“Okay. What the hell is going on? Did I do something?” Rafe demands and you scoff, folding your arms. Your back is still facing him on the couch. “No, Rafe. What would make you think that?” You felt your body turn, his hand on your shoulder and he moves you so you’re sitting up. Facing him.

“Listen. We don’t do this. We don’t ignore each other. If something happens, you tell me.” He raises his eyebrows to make sure you hear him but you sigh and look at your nails. “Hey. Look at me,” he cups your chin and tilts your head up. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!” You salute and stand, nudging him off. “Yes, father! Anything you say! God, you’re so bossy! You think because you’re Mr. Rafe Cameron you can say and do whatever you want to whoever you want. And it’s annoying! Like I GET it, Rafe. I’m your girlfriend, not a dog you can bark at!”

Rafe looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “What in the fuck are you talking-“

But you plug your ears and interrupt. “Oh, god will you just stop being so dumb, Rafe? How many ways do I have to explain something to you?”

“STOP! STOP IT!” Rafe bellowed, causing your mouth to immediately close and your eyes to widen. Everything in your body froze as his face went red. “I’m talking now! And you do NOT speak to me like that.”

You had no idea what bravery or stupidity took over you but you gave him a slow and steady smile. “Or what?”

That was it. Rafe wrapped his hand around your throat, throwing you onto the couch and he mounted you. His fingers tightened as he leaned down, teeth gritted and his eyes burned. “You’re going to fucking regret this, sweetheart.” He promised as his other hand rips off your shorts, dragging off your panties along with it but instead of ripping them, he brings them to his mouth. “Not gonna cum in you. Only good girls get daddy’s cum in their desperate pussies.”

He licks the center of the lace, moaning at the taste coating his tongue as your hands try and bring him down but his strength overpowers you as he keeps you still. “Not so tough now, are you?” He mocks as you whimper around his grip as he moves to cover your mouth with his palm. Rafe licks another stripe up your underwear before he reaches down, shifting his sweatpants down and showing his hard on through his boxers. He wraps your panties around his hand, sticking them inside his underwear and takes his cock in his fist. He moves so your bare cunt is beneath.

“Daddy-“ You manage underneath his hand but he pushes down harder, stroking his dick faster and he moves your legs apart wider with his knee.

“Oh, no. You don’t get to beg now, pretty baby. You were a bad girl and bad girls get punished.” Rafe’s precum leaks and drips onto your pussy as you tremble watching him jerk himself off with your underwear, “such a fucking whore, huh? Needed my attention so bad you pissed me off?”

Rafe was close, jerking his hips into his hand as you whined underneath him and he let go of your mouth. Sliding his hand to your hair and he pulled your head back. “Open your fucking mouth, greedy little slut.” You do and he spits inside, “aw you do know how to listen.” He taps your cheek a few times before bursting into his palm and fingers.

He moans loudly and smashes his lips to yours in a searing kiss, a mash of teeth and tongue. Rafe slaps your cunt before shoving in his dripping cum inside your entrance before he yanks out his hand with your panties. Rafe shoves them back on your body, up your legs and you gasp at the wet sensation against your pussy.

“You’re gonna wear those as a reminder of what happens when you’re a brat.” Rafe pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of your cunt. “And this is gonna be my little porn when I’m gone. Do you understand?”

You nod with tears in your eyes. “Yes, daddy.”

Rafe smirks and climbs off. “Good. Maybe I’ll reward you later.”

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redhead1180 · 6 hours

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Is there any meaning behind your name? I briefly remember in your face reveal you were blonde but I could be wrong.

So when I was little I was a strawberry blonde, but I don't like my natural hair color. I like to play colors with my hair, so I am usually either a deep red or bright blonde. I just recently went back to red, I was blonde for awhile. The redhead is just a nickname my family calls me since I was little and the 1180 is the birthdate of my godmother. When I created my account, just redhead was taken, so I picked those numbers to add on to it.

#lexi's asks 💋#anon asks

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redhead1180 · 8 hours

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Some random and highly unrelated thoughts I have of JJ Maybank that I can’t confirm why but are absolutely 100% true.<3 No warnings, just some fluff.

He absolutely despises coffee. He doesn’t like the smell nor the taste of it, and any time he gets a sniff of it, his nose scrunches up in disgust while his brows draw together.

On that same note, he absolutely chooses to drink fizzy, sugary drinks 90% of the time. That is until his girl begs him to drink water because she worries about him getting dehydrated. So he has a glass of water whenever she’s near, even though “the water tastes gross.”

He definitely had dreams of becoming a firefighter growing up. He totally imagined himself in the suit, saving people from fire blazes, being the hero. That was until he was told that nothing would come of him by Luke all the time</3.

I think he’s a closeted cat person. If anyone asks him his preference between dogs and cats he will always undoubtedly say dogs, but would stop and ‘tsk tsk’ at a cat he finds on the street when he’s alone. He would grin so wide if the cat came up to him too.

Since he met his girl, he realised just how touched starved he truly was. He’s not even ashamed, always begging her to give him cuddles, refusing to let her get out of bed until he had his fair share of morning time with her, walking hand in hand at all times, kissing her anywhere he can while his hands wander. It’s like his entire life’s worth of lack of touch has hit him all at once when she became his.

He’s the definition of street smart. Academics don’t sit well with him, but he knows anything and everything about how to make it in the real world. As the pogues said - he has the survival instinct of a cockroach.

He’s the kind of boyfriend who makes mental notes of all the little details you sprinkle into your conversations. If you do or don’t like something - he remembers. You like seashells? Best believe he finds a pretty one to give you at every beach trip. You hate the taste of bananas in smoothies? Won’t ever point at one that had that as an ingredient. He is so attentive, you gets surprised every time he points out a new detail about you that you forgot you even told him before.

“And that time me and my childhood best friends went camping…”

“Wait, hold up. Tammy or Jessica?”

“J, when have I even told you about Jessica?”

“When we watched Tangled. Baby come on, keep up!”

He for sure has a picture of you in his wallet. Even if he hasn’t got even a dollar to his name, his wallet stays in the back pocket of his cargo shorts, so he can pull out the pretty Polaroid of your face and show you off to people any chance he gets.

“See? That’s my girl right here. Aint she the prettiest you’ve ever seen?”

He also adores it when you play with his hair - but that privilege is reserved for only you. He’s like a fluffy golden retriever, sprawled out on top of you, head of golden locks dug into the crook of your neck while your fingers are massaging his scalp, and that’s as close to the definition of heaven that he knows<3

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