#blurb night with chyna

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124 and 125 with JJ as well 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

124; “Bend over.”

125; “I know you love it when it’s rough.”

warnings: NSFW, swearing, possible grammatical errrors

JJ had grown sick and tired of your teasing throughout the day. On the boat, when you bent over to get into the cooler for a beer and deliberately brushed your ass against his crotch. At The Wreck, when you palmed him under the table until pre-cum was leaking from his angry red tip. At the chateau, when you stripped into your bra and panties because it was so hot — in front of John B., might he add.

The blue eyed Pogue was on the verge of ripping his hair out if his brunette best friend didn’t leave to see Sarah in the next five minutes. You had yourself sprawled out on the couch, one leg bent off the side and the other hanging over the back. The sheer material of your white lace panties didn’t leave much to the imagination. One arm was thrown over your eyes and the other was drapped across your stomach. JJ sat on the floor by your legs, trying to hide your most intimate area with his head everytime John B. entered the room. He’d been painfully hard for hours and was on the verge of kicking his best friend out of his own house so he could ravish your body the way he so desperately wanted.

“Alright, I’m heading out,” John B. announced as he left his bedroom, keeping his eyes on the floor as he rounded the corner to the front door. “If you both leave, lock up behind you.”

You and JJ hummed simultaneously in response. You heard the front door close and the blonde below you wasted no time in scrambling to his feet. He large body blocked the sunlight coming in through the window, causing you to move your arm and peak up at him through squinted eyes.

“You think you’re fucking slick?” JJ’s tone was dark as his indigo colored irises bore into your own.

You swallowed thickly, knowing you were in for it after your actions. You shook your head slowly and gave the Maybank boy wide, innocent eyes. The low chuckle that sounded from his chest told you he wasn’t impressed.

“Get up and bend over,” he commanded.

You complied with his demands, knowing it would only be worse if you didn’t. You sat up and turned yourself around. Your chest pressed against the back cushions of the couch as you arched your back and pushed your ass out towards JJ.

You felt the rough pads of his fingers dance over the sensitive skin of your ass before your panties were yanked down your thighs abruptly. Your breath’s came out shaky as you awaited your punishment, wetness already coating the inside of your thighs. A moment later a harsh slap landed against your right asscheek. A whimper left your lips when you felt wet lips caress the stinging skin.

“Shut up,” JJ snapped, fingers sliding through your soaking folds before his middle and ring fingers slipped easily into your entrance. A long moan escaped you as you pressed back into his touch, eyelids fluttering when he curled the digits.

“I know you love it when it’s rough,” he growled as he started pounding his fingers into your desperate cunt, another rough slap landing against your ass as your moans sounded through the room.

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blurb night with chyna!!

in honor of hitting 700 followers i decided to do my first ever blurb night!

here is my prompt list for you to choose from!

most of them are universal and will work for smut/fluff/angst, so if you’d like to specify you can! also please specify which character you’d like written with the prompt(s).

reminder: i only write for obx characters; i do not write for the actors.

i’ll be working on these over night tonight for as long as i’m awake and over the next couple of days while i’m off! i’m going to shower and run an errand so send in as many prompts as you want!

tagging some mutuals to kick it off! @butgilinsky @shawnssongs @sortagaysortahigh @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @jjmaybcnks @sunnypogue @starlightstarkey @jjmbanks @ptersparkers @storiesbymads @scandalousfemale @canibeoneofthepogues @letsgofullkook @harrysbbby @mermaidssonshipss @softstarkey @queenk00k @drewsephsmiles @kiarascarreras

don’t feel obligated to participate! this is all in good fun🥰

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“C’mere. Sit on my lap.” with JJ plsss

132; “C’mere. Sit on my lap.”

warnings: slightly NSFW, possible grammatical errors

The Boneyard was packed full of people. It was peak time of year for tourists and clearly word had gotten around of the party. Normally, for JJ, he’d have picked out his newest one night stand by now. Though the golden haired boy had come to only have eyes for one girl these days.

Said eyes were currently trained on you as you danced in the crowd with Kiara. His azure irises trailed up and down your body as your hips swayed promiscuously to the beat of the song. An uneraseable smirk tugged at his lips from around the rim of his cup as your gaze met his for the fourth time.

There was a flock of girls standing around where he sat, hoping to gain his attention. At that point, with his clear lack of interest, they’d even settle for John B. or Pope. Though most of those girls were only there for the tan boy with golden hair. A sense of pride filled you knowing his attention was solely on you. Who’d have thought JJ Maybank was possibly tying himself down for the first time.

The blonde Pogue’s eyes never left your frame as you and Kiara made your way to the kegs and grabbed new beers. He raised one of his light eyebrows when he saw a second cup in your hand. The smirk on his face widened as you stopped right in front of him and held the red plastic cup out.

“Thought you might be thirsty,” you told him, subtly calling him out for shamelessly watching you dance.

“Very,” JJ responded whilst shooting you a wink and taking the cup from your hand.

You flicked your hair over your shoulder as you turned around and looked for a place to sit, though you came up empty. Kiara had squeezed herself in between John B. and Pope on a log, and other kids were taking up the other lawn chairs. You bit the inside of your cheek and huffed slightly.

“C’mere,” JJ’s voice caught your attention once again. You turned to him and watched as he patted his thigh with his free hand. His eyes had darkened and he was still wearing the signature Maybank smirk. “Sit on my lap.”

Without hesitation, you sauntered back over to the tan blonde. You ignored the jealous whispers and the eyes burning holes into you as you turned and sat yourself inbetween the boy’s legs. His arm wound itself around your waist and he hooked his chin over shoulder to continue engaging in the conversation going on within the group.

Most of the girl’s who had seen that JJ clearly wasn’t going to pay them any mind had dismissed themselves from the group, wandering off and gathering around Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton. A few desperate ones lingered around and tried to gain JJ’s attention. Little did they know, all he could focus on was the bottom of your breasts resting on his arm or that every giggle that sounded through your body went straight to his cock.

Over some time, when the two of you were down to the bottom of your beers, his arm tightened around your body and pulled you closer. A slight gasp sounded through you when you felt JJ’s erection pressing into your lower back. His hot breath fanned over your neck as he squeezed at your waist.

“Wanna get out of here?” he muttered into the skin of your shoulder.

Wordlessly you stood from the boy’s lap and took his hand. His fingers entangled with yours as you bid your friend’s goodbye and scurried off in the direction of the chateau.

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Number 5 with JJ please💕

5; “Will you stay the night?”

warnings: a brief implication of smut, possible grammatical errors

a/n: i hope you like this cause idk if i do :\

It was around midnight when you heard the five rhythmic taps against your window. You bit your lip to hide your smile as you climbed off your bed and ripped open the curtains. JJ stood on the other side of the glass in a muscle tank and grey cargo shorts. His red hat sat backwards on his head, the ends of his hair curling out around the edges. You quickly unlocked it and slid it open.

JJ stepped through with ease since you only had a one story house. You quietly closed the window back and smiled as his muscular arms wrapped around you from behind. His nose nuzzled into the side of your neck and his lips pressed kisses to your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he whispered against the fabric of your shirt.

“I missed you too,” you hummed as he started walking you towards the bed. “Wait, wait.”

You squirmed out of your boyfriend’s hold and quickly locked your bedroom door. You’d been grounded for the last two weeks for this very reason. Your father woke up in the middle of the night and caught you straddling JJ, in the midst of a heated makeout session. Your usually careless boyfriend had been too scared to attempt sneaking in again, but today you’d convinced him.

You skipped back over to the Maybank boy and slung your arms around his shoulders. He smiled and grabbed your waist, deliberately pulling you on top of him as he fell back on the bed. His hat fell off in the process and his messy waves splayed out around his head. Your lips found his easily and you kissed him slowly.

“Will you stay the night?” you whispered against his lips inbetween kisses.

JJ pulled away so he could look up at you. Your hair was hanging down around you both, acting as a sort of cage. He brought one of his hands up and cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed over your soft skin and he smiled softly as you leaned into his touch.

“Aren’t you worried your parents will catch us?”

“They’re leaving at six in the morning for the mainland. They won’t try and wake me up,” you responded softly, resting your elbows beside JJ’s head. Your fingers ran slowly through the tangled blonde locks.

The blue eyed boy smiled wider, pulling you back down kissing you deeply. He pulled away after a minute and muttered, “Of course I’ll stay the night.”

You grinned and climbed off of your boyfriend, crawling up the bed to get under the covers. While usually he’d have you pinned to mattress, a panting and sweaty mess, tonight you just wanted to cuddle and sleep in his arms.

JJ stood from the bed and stripped down to his boxers before leaping into the soft covers beside you. A few giggles escaped your lips as you pulled the covers up and pressed yourself into his side. Your head rested on his warm chest while his arm wrapped around you securely. You pressed a kiss to the tan skin you could reach and felt a similar one on the top of your head.

Before you knew it, the two of you were drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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18. “Hey, are you still awake?” + 43. “Don’t go on that date.” with JJ pls

18; “Hey, are you still awake?”

43; “Don’t go on that date.”

warnings: maybe a swear or two, possible grammatical errors

a/n: this turned out really long omg i’m sorry but i hope you like it

What was supposed to be a one night stand with a Touron had turned into casually hooking up over the course of the week. JJ despised the guy, Rory, already. He couldn’t help the anger that boiled in his stomach when he woke up and saw the two of you on the pullout couch. His gut twisted when he watched you kiss him goodbye in the morning only to see him again later that night. It’s been a week already, shouldn’t this kid be long gone? JJ thought you himself.

As luck would have it, Rory was in town for a whopping four weeks. The blonde Pogue didn’t know how much more he could take. He couldn’t continue laying awake at night, listening to squeak of the shitty make-shift bed or your poorly muffled moans. He was one more sleepless night from exploding on the both of you.

“You coming back to the house with us, Y/N?” Pope asked from across the table at The Wreck. John B. was hosting a small kickback with a few kids from the cut, just hanging out having some drinks.

Usually you were the first to jump on that idea but Rory had asked you on a real, proper date. He wanted to have a picnic on the beach and watch the sunrise. Unbelievably romantic and something you definitely weren’t used to.

JJ, who sat to your left, noticed your hesitation to the question. He was your best friend and had learned over time to pick up on your little tells. Like the way your knee was bouncing nervously under the table at that very moment. He raised an eyebrow when you glanced his way but couldn’t meet his eye.

“I-uh.. No, I actually have to wake up really early tomorrow,” you replied with a small smile.

“You? Waking up early? That’s funny,” John B. said through a laugh, earning a fry directly to the forehead at your hand. He playfully scowled at you and stuffed the fried potato in his mouth.

“I have a date, ding-dong,” you retorted and fiddled your thumbs together in your lap.

JJ’s heart dropped into his stomach. He locked eyes with Pope from across the table. The blonde’s jaw clenched and he shook his head as he averted his gaze to the table. It’s just a little fling, bro. It probably doesn’t mean anything. Pope’s words rang in JJ’s head. Well now this Touron was clearly more than a fling and he was after your heart. The same heart he’d been after for years.

John B., Sarah and Kiara extended their excitement for you, saying how happy they were that you were giving someone a chance. Much like JJ, you weren’t one for relationships. After your father left you and your mom when you were ten, you believed that’s what everyone would do eventually. Leave you. Some would call it commitment issues, but you couldn’t handle rejection. The idea of falling in love with someone and for them to wake up one day and leave you terrified you.

Something about Rory made you break down those walls, slowly but surely. He was so gentle and kind. He always checked up on you at parties or did the simplest things like hold the door for you. He wasn’t bad in the sack either and that was always a plus. He gave you a sense of security and intimacy that you’d been craving as much as you hated to admit it. Though, you were keeping it casual. You weren’t confessing your love for the kid, it was just a date.

You thanked the two of your friends but the silence from JJ threw you off. He was usually the first to make fun for you for going soft or tease you about doing something out of the ordinary for a guy. But he wasn’t even looking at you.

“JJ?”

The blue eyed boy grunted in response, keeping his eyes on the table. He had leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He still had more than half his dinner sitting in front of him, untouched.

“What’s wrong?” you frowned slightly and turned to face him.

“Nothing,” JJ’s reply was short and cold. You weren’t used to him talking to you in such a way.

“J-”

“I said nothing’s wrong, Y/N. Drop it,” he snapped, tone sharp and venomous. His gaze was hard and emotionless when he finally met your eyes.

Your mouth clamped shut as you stared at him and waited for him to apologize. When he remained silent and went back to staring at his food, you cleared your throat and stood from the table. You tried to will the stinging in your eyes away as you picked up your purse.

“Y/N...” Pope tried to stop you from leaving.

“Thanks for dinner Kie. I’ll catch you guys tomorrow,” you looked at everyone except the blonde Pogue.

John B. looked at you sadly but gave you a soft smile and a nod. Pope had his head in his hand as he shook it slightly. Kiara was glaring daggers at JJ as she kicked him from under the table. Sarah gave you a small wave and an apologetic smile. With that, you turned on your heels and left the restaurant, feeling like a weight was sitting on your chest.

-

JJ was borderline plastered as he stumbled through the backyard and into the empty chateau. He’d gone in to retrieve more beer from the fridge but when he saw a picture of you, hanging from the metal front by a magnet, he paused. He felt horrible for how harshly he’d spoken to you earlier in the day. He was drinking to try and distract himself from the fact you were going out with someone who wasn’t him. To numb the ache in his heart that he didn’t have you.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and found your contact with ease. ‘Hey, are you still awake?’ he sent the text without hesitation, surprised he didn’t misspell anything with his drunken state.

You debated ignoring the text. You were still upset with your best friend for being so rash. In the whole seven years you’d known him, JJ had never lashed out at you before. Though it was almost midnight and you were concerned something may have happened at the kickback. No matter how upset you were at your best friend, you’d always worry about him. So you sent back a simple ‘Yeah.’ in response.

The Maybank boy flopped on the couch, dialing your number and holding the phone to his ear. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he tried to stop the room from spinning.

“Hello?” JJ’s breath hitched when he heard your voice come through.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier,” his voice was strained and his words slurred together.

You sighed softly and sat down on the edge of your bed. You weren’t used to him getting this drunk. When he did it usually went he had too much on his mind and was trying to drown out those thoughts.

“JJ, it’s okay-”

“No, no it’s not. I was an as-asshole to you and I’m so sorry,” he cut you off, hiccups interrupting his words every so often.

“I forgive you, J. It’s fine,” you reassured him and stood up to slide your shoes on. Even though you were supposed to be up early, you wanted to make sure JJ was okay. You left your house quietly and started making the short walk to the chateau with your phone still pressed to your ear as your best friend rambled incoherently.

“I’ve been keeping a-a secret. I haven’t told anyone for yeeeaars.”

“You haven’t even told me?” you couldn’t help but smile at the small confession he was making.

“Nope.”

“C’mon, JJ, you gotta tell me now! We’re best friends!”

JJ went silent when you uttered the words best friends. He didn’t know how to respond. He opened his eyes and picked up his head, thinking of what to say next. As the chateau door opened and his eyes fell on you, he kept the phone pressed to ear and mumbled, “Dont go on that date.”

“What?” your brow furrowed as you stepped into n house and walked towards the couch.

You hung up the phone and stuffed it in your back pocket. JJ let his own slip from his hand and fall beside him. He stared up at you, azure irises glossing over. He was tired of hiding. He was tired of pretending he didn’t care about you as more than a friend. It was tearing him apart inside trying to keep it all in.

“I’m in love with you. I have been for God knows how long. I cant fucking stand seeing you with other people and wishing it was me,” JJ choked out as you slowly walked closer, finally moving to sit beside him. “So please, don’t go on that date if you feel the same way too.”

You were shocked as you stared into his watery eyes and saw no trace of dishonesty. He reached up to brush your hair of your face, letting his thumb trace your jawline. You reached up and cupped both of JJ’s cheeks, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his bruisingly hard. He wrapped you up in his arms, tears streaming from his closed eyes and wetting your cheeks as you let years of pining for one another pour out in the kiss.

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16 and 13 with...wait for it...JJ plsss 🥰

16; “Are you jealous?”

13; “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

warnings: implications of smut, possible grammatical errors

It was supposed to be a fun time at the bar with your friends. Finals were over and you were all about to part ways for Winter break as a Junior in college. A cute dark haired boy had been eyeing you from the bar the second you walked in. He hadn’t seemed bold enough to say anything to you, sadly enough. When your friend Taylor had you down your fifth shot, you were feeling confident enough to approach him yourself. You just needed one night full of fun before you returned home for two weeks and we’re surrounded by your suffocating family.

You walked up to the bar and signaled to the bartender that you needed another beer. You could feel the guys eyes trained on you.

“Put that on my tab,” his smooth voice said and finally turned to look at him, smiling slightly. He held out his hand and smiled, “I’m Ricky.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself and shook his hand.

The two of you fell into easy conversation, talking about school and what classes you were taking. He was quite funny and he had charm. You learned he was also from your home state, just a different city far away from yours.

“Maybe you could show me around sometime,” you flirted, smiling at Ricky from around the rim of your bottle.

“Yeah?” his light brown eyes widened slightly as he glanced to the side across the bar. He gestured to someone in that direction, “You sure he would be okay with that?”

You looked off to where Ricky had pointed and immediately locked eyes with JJ. His jaw was set sight as he stared at you, raising the bottle of beer in his hand to his lips. You sighed and rolled your eyes, continuing to feel azure eyes burning into the side of your head.

“He and I are just friends,” you tried to assure the cute boy in front of you. But even you weren’t sure if it was true. You and JJ met as Freshman and had been hooking up casually over the last six months. Yeah, occasionally you saw other people, but rarely. The chemistry the two of you had was unmatched. The fact that your friend Ashley caught said blonde in bed with her roommate Rachel spurred your endeavor to find a lay for the night.

JJ didn’t hear you say the words, but he could read lips well enough to know what you said. Without hesitation, he pushed off the wall he was leaning against and stalked across the bar to where you were sitting. He shot Ricky a tight lipped smile but his attention reverted back to you as his taller frame towered over your much smaller one.

“Can we talk?” the Maybank boy’s tone was stiff as he stared down at you.

You sighed and snatched your beer off the bar, shooting Ricky an apologetic smile. The brunette boy returned your smile and nodded once. He’d seen the way JJ was looking at you and knew he wouldn’t be taking you home that night. It didn’t bother him. He enjoyed getting to know you but clearly your heart was with someone else.

You followed JJ outside and to the far side of the outdoor patio. He leaned against the railing as you climbed up and sat on top of the picnic style table. You took a sip of your beer and stared at the blonde in silence, waiting for him to speak.

“You said you wanted to talk, so...” you trailed off, irritated with him for being so silent after dragging you away.

His response was immediate, “I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t seen you in days.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. “Shoulda thought about that before you slept with Rachel,” you remarked lowly.

“Are you jealous?” JJ questioned, brow quirked as he continued to stare at you.

“Are you?”

JJ didn’t respond, shaking his head and looking off to the other drunk patrons who’d gathered outside. He wasn’t about to admit it, deep down knowing already that you knew he was. In his eyes you were his and his only. It wasn’t fair and he knew it.

With a sigh, you climbed down from the table and slowly walked towards the blonde with the neck of your beer bottle still clasped in your hand. From the corner of his eye he watched as you reached up and drapped your arms around his shoulders. The condensation from the bottle and feeling of your body pressing against his own sent a shiver down his spine.

Your lips ghosted his jawline as you whispered, “Make me yours and there won’t be anything to be jealous of.”

JJ’s jaw clenched subconsciously and his hand found the middle of your back. His blue eyes bore into your own finally, flickering to your lips then back up. He muttered, “Is that what you want? To be mine?”

“More than anything, Maybank.”

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can i get 57 with jj please?

57; “Drop the attitude.”

warnings: possible grammatical errors

a/n: it ended up kinda fluffy but i hope you still like it🥺

It wasn’t JJ’s fault he hadn’t been around much. He was picking up extra shifts with Heyward after fully moving in with John B. to escape his father. He had to help pay rent somehow.

Yet you couldn’t help the bitter feeling in your chest the less time you got to spend with your boyfriend. He’d wake up and get ready for work then kiss you goodbye — sending a few sparce texts throughout the day. Most of the time when he got home he was so tired he’d pound a single beer and pass out. He hadn’t had a day off in what felt like weeks, but in reality it was only eight days. It was eight days too long in your opinion.

That’s how you found yourself, sitting on the hammock with your arms crossed over your chest and a scowl on your face. JJ had gotten the night off, the sun just starting to set and a cool breeze sweeping through the area. He’d chosen to head down to the docks with his best friend, fishing pole in one hand and a cold beer in the other.

Those eight days with lack of intimacy from your partner had built up inside of you. So watching JJ laugh and hang out with John B. instead of you angered you. Especially as they made their way back up to where you were and smiled at you like nothing was wrong. You rolled your eyes, putting your annoyance on full display instead of hiding it.

“What?” JJ asked through a small laugh, cerulean eyes locking with yours for half a second before you looked away.

You didn’t respond, an awkward tension filling the air. John B. glanced between the two of you and excused himself to grab another round of beers. He could tell there was something you needed to sort out with your boyfriend and he wasn’t about to get in the middle of it.

JJ stepped closer and sat down beside you on the hammock, wrapping his arm around your shoulders which you quickly shrugged off. The blonde scoffed and leant forward try and catch your eye, “Seriously, what’s your deal?”

You shrugged your shoulders and spoke bitterly, “Nothing. Just let it go.”

You stood from the hammock and went to make your way up to the house but JJ’s large hand caught your wrist. It wasn’t hard for him to spin you back around and in between his legs. His hands wrapped around your hips so you couldn’t walk away from him again and he stared up at you with a furrowed brow.

“Drop the attitude,” he demanded, thumbs massaging circles against the skin of your lower stomach under your — his — shirt. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You let out a sigh as your much smaller hands found his wrists. You didn’t move his hands, simply holding them as he held onto you. Your gazes finally locked and you could see concern swimming in his bright eyes.

“I just- I missed you. I’ve hardly seen you in eight days and the first thing you do when you get the night off is hang out with John B.,” you muttered, hating how venomously the brunette’s name rolled off your tongue but you couldn’t help it.

JJ’s face softened, a small smile pulling the corners of his lips up. He stood from the hammock and lifted his hands to brush your hair behind your ears.

“I missed you too,” he whispered, bending down to press a deep kiss to your lips — one that you hadn’t gotten in so long and it made you dizzy. He continued, “And I’m gonna show you just how much.”

In an instant, JJ had lifted you by the backs of your thighs, a small squeal leaving your lips. You wound your arms around his neck and grinned devilishly at the smirk on his face. He kissed you hungrily before walking you up to the chateau pressing you against the living room wall without even checking if John B. was in the room — not that either of you cared anyway.

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can you do 9,10, and 12 from your prompt list with rafe??

9; “Are you coming to bed?”

10; “Is that my hoodie?”

12; “Tell me what’s wrong.”

warnings: maybe a swear word, possible grammatical errors

You laid under the cold sheets, staring at the clock beside the bed as you waited on Rafe. It was nearing midnight and he swore almost an hour ago he was going to join you. With a heavy sigh, you tossed the covers off your body and walked into the living room of your shared apartment. Your boyfriend had a glass of whiskey in his hand resting against the arm of the couch. The lamp beside him was the only thing illuminating the room.

“Are you coming to bed?” you asked softly.

Rafe’s face was expressionless, rasing the glass of amber liquid to his mouth robotically. He didn’t even flinch and you knew something must have happened when he was with Ward.

“In a minute, babe,” his deep voice rumbled as he muttered the response, eyes trained forward on the television that wasn’t even turned on.

You didn’t remind him he’d said that same thing an hour ago. It would probably only upset him more. Instead, you made your way over to the couch and slowly sat down beside him. When he didn’t move, you raised your hand and started gently combing your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to his broad shoulder.

Rafe shrugged the slightest bit, though you felt him relax under your soothing touch. He mumbled, “It’s the same shit. Nothing I do is good enough for him. Even though I got my shit together and moved out and I’m building a life for myself... He still sees me as some sort of failure.”

“Look at me,” you said softly, hand cupping the back of his neck as he turned and locked eyes with you. “It’s his loss, babe. If he can’t see or accept how much you’ve changed into an incredible, hardworking man, then he can kick dirt. Your achievements may not be enough for him, but they’re more than enough for me. You’re a good man, Rafe, your past be damned. Okay?”

The brunette boy’s lips curled into a soft smile and leant forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You hummed against his mouth before pulling away and standing up. You grabbed the glass from his hand and walked to the kitchen, discarding it in the sink before making your back.

Rafe’s eyes trailed up your bare legs before landing on your upper body. His head tilted to the side and a grin enveloped his face as he asked, “Is that my hoodie?”

“They’re comfy and it’s cold in the bedroom,” you whined, blushing under his intense gaze as you moved closer. You took his large hands in yours and pulled on his arms as he stood from the couch, walking towards the bedroom hand in hand.

“Your cute,” Rafe muttered as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pecked the side of your neck up to your cheek. He pulled you onto the bed with him, still fully dressed but not a care in the world as he held you in his arms.

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47 and 57 with Rafe 🥵

47; “When did you stop loving me?”

57; “Drop the attitude.”

warnings: mentions of the use/distribution of hard drugs, swearing, possible grammatical errors

a/n: i hope u like this marie cause i was strugglin’ lowkey

You hadn’t seen Rafe in days. You were ignoring his texts and calls. You were bouncing around the island and avoiding staying at home so he couldn’t corner you. You’d been hanging out down on The Cut with Sarah and the Pogues a lot since you knew he rarely went into the South side. They may have been a few years younger than you, but they were better company than what you’d been around the last few months.

What you thought had been just a big of drug use at parties had turned out to be much more. Rafe was high, all the time, and tried to act like he wasn’t. He really thought you wouldn’t be able to tell a difference between the sober and sweet boy you’d fallen in love with, and the hyperaware, rage driven high boy you didn’t even recognize.

After you’d popped by his house unannounced the week prior, you realized just how deep Rafe gotten himself. He was out in the garden with a few friends and you pressed yourself against the side of the house. You felt guilty eavesdropping but your boyfriend had been acting so distant lately.

“This is all I got right now,” one of the boys told Rafe.

You heard your boyfriend scoff, “This is worth worth two grams, not an eighth. Take it or leave it.”

“Fine.”

You peaked around the house in time to see the bag of white powder leave Rafe’s hand and land in the other boy’s. You watched a sickening grin spread across his face as he counted the money then passed it off to Barry. Your stomach dropped and that’s when you left. You felt disgusting. You felt a fool for having no idea your boyfriend was selling dangerous drugs to teenagers.

You were walking through The Cut in the direction of the chateau, arms crossed over your chest, ignoring the incessant buzzing of your phone in your back pocket. You heard the engine of a car behind you and throught nothing of it until it rolled up beside you. You didn’t even have to look in the open window to know who was driving.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Y/N. Why haven’t you answered your phone?” Rafe called, turning down the stereo as he rode along beside you.

You shrugged your shoulders a bit and kept walking, eyes trained on the road in front of you, “Didn’t feel like talking.”

“What did I do?”

You let out a humorless laugh at that, and shook your head, spitting, “The fact that you don’t know is the problem, Rafe.”

Rafe had a much shorter temper than he used to now that he was jacked up on cocaine most of the time. He sped the truck in front of you and turned it at an angle to block you path, throwing it in park and jumping out. You were gaping at him but took a few steps back as he approached you with heavy steps.

“Get in the truck, Y/N,” he said while running his fingers through his gel less hair.

“Absolutely not. I’m not going anywhere with you,” you scoffed and tried to walk past him.

Rafe quickly grabbed your wrist tightly in his own and pulled you back, practically shouting, “Drop the attitude. Tell me what I did!”

“You’re a fucking drug dealer, Rafe!” you yelled, shoving his chest with your free hand and retching your wrist from his grip. He looked around nervously at your loud voice and rubbed the back of his neck, now avoiding your eyes. “Not only that, but you’re an addict! You think I don’t notice how red your eyes get or how much angrier you are?!”

“Y/N I- look I’m sorry, okay? I’ll-I’ll change. I’ll get clean! I’ll stop selling,” Rafe stuttered over his words, reaching out for you again.

“No,” you shook your head and backed away from him again. “No, you won’t, because I’ve been waiting all week for you grow the balls to come find me but you’ve been too busy drowning in drugs and money to care. I can’t be apart of that, Rafe. I won’t.”

“Y/N-”

You had already turned to walk away, tears brimming in your eyes. The chateau was just on the other side of his truck. You could see Sarah and JJ on the porch, watching you, ready to step in if things escalated like they do often did. You stopped in your tracks at the question that came out of Rafe’s mouth.

“When did you stop loving me?” his voice was strained and desperate, you knew he was crying.

You bit your trembling bottom lip and looked at the brunette over your shoulder one last time. What you said next wasn’t true, that’s why your voice broke as you spoke, “The second you let drugs and money take over your life. That’s when.”

Your feet carried you away from the Cameron boy quickly. You climbed onto the porch and your collected facade broke. Sarah held you on the old dingy couch as you cried, whispering that is was for the best and you did the right thing.

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Starkeyseguin’s Prompt List

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here’s a list of prompts i like that i cultivated from other prompt lists around tumblr. i was inspired to do this by @void-maybank (<3) and many others that i saw doing something similar! this is just so i have a cohesive list of prompts that i know i would actually write blurbs with instead of getting stuck on a prompt i don’t know how to write. as stated before, i do not own any of these prompts, they are all from other prompt lists.

FLUFF

1. “I’m better when I’m with you.”

2. “Just kiss me.”

3. “It was always you.”

4. “How much have you had to drink?”

5. “Will you stay that night?”

6. “You don’t have to act like you’re okay, you know?”

7. “Calm down.”

8. “You look amazing tonight.”

9. “Are you coming to bed?”

10. “Is that my hoodie?”

11. “I think I’m in love with you.”

12. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

13. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

14. “I missed you so much.”

15. “Marry me?”

16. “Are you jealous?”

17. “Let me take care of you.”

18. “Hey, are you still awake?”

19. “You’re burning up.”

20. “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

21. “I missed being with you like this.”

22. “Let me give you a massage.”

23. “Take my jacket.”

24. “I hate watching you do this to yourself.”

25. “I love you.”

26. “We’ll figure this out.”

27. “Need a ride?”

28. “I got you something.”

29. “You make me happy.”

30. “Can I come in?”

31. “I need a hug.”

32. “I can’t sleep.”

33. “I like when you wear my clothes.”

34. “You’re comfy.”

35. “Come cuddle.”

36. “I hate seeing you like this.”

37. “Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

38. “I was worried about you.”

39. “Your eyes... they’re so beautiful.”

40. “Hold my hand.”

41. “My future has you in it.”

42. “Hey cutie, are you single?”

43. “Don’t go on that date.”

44. “As if I’m going to let you go that easy.”

45. “Don’t be stubborn.”

46. “I’ll always protect you.”

ANGST

47. “When did you stop loving me?”

48. “Do you regret it?”

49. “Please don’t leave.”

50. “Do you even care anymore?”

51. “Just leave me alone.”

52. “I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

53. “We both know I should walk away, but I can’t.”

54. “Stop being a fucking dick.”

55. “It hurts to love you.”

56. “I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

57. “Drop the attitude.”

58. “Why do you care?”

59. “They were my world, but now they’re gone.”

60. “Stop pushing me away.”

61. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

62. “Just leave.”

63. “Do you even still love me?”

64. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

65. “We need to talk.”

66. “Why are you lying to me?”

67. “I’m too sober for this shit.”

68. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

69. “What did you just say?”

70. “I hate you.”

71. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

72. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

73. “I’m done. We’re done.”

74. “Did you ever love me?”

75. “If you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back.”

76. “Where have you been?”

77. “I needed you! I needed you!

78. “Fuck you.”

79. “Please don’t make me choose.”

80. “I never loved you.”

81. “What else don’t I know about?”

82. “All I wanted was a happy ending.”

83. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

84. “Don’t call me.”

85. “Don’t walk away from me.”

86. “I’m talking to you!”

87. “Do you still love them?”

88. “It’s not what it looks like.”

89. “You believe them over me?”

90. “Let me go.”

91. “I wish I could say the same.”

SMUT

92. “Such a good girl.”

93. “I love hearing you moan.”

94. “Did I stutter?”

95. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

96. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

97. “Don’t stop.”

98. “No panties?”

99. “How quickly can you cum?”

100. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

101. “Don’t leave any marks.”

102. “Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

103. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

104. “Behave.”

105. “Get on your knees.”

106. “God, I love your hands.”

107. “Were you just touching yourself?”

108. “You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work.”

109. “Look what you do to me.”

110. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

111. “I want to taste you.”

112. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that stunt.”

113. “You can’t cum until I say so.”

114. “I need you.”

115. “Do you think they heard us?”

116. “I wanna hear you scream.”

117. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

118. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

119. “You like that, huh?”

120. “Your panties are soaked already.”

121. “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.”

122. “We’re in public, you know?”

123. “Does that feel good?”

124. “Bend over.”

125. “I know you love it when it’s rough.”

126. “You look so good on your knees.”

127. “I like it when you’re on top.”

128. “You’re not going out like that.”

129. “Like what you see?”

130. “Stop teasing.”

131. “Put that thing away!”

132. “C’mere. Sit on my lap.”

133. “Don’t hold back, baby.”

134. “Oh, the things I’d do to you right now.”