#outerbanks netflix

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

being in a secret relationship with rudy and having to limit your scratching during sex so he can be shirtless for scenes, once he's done filming ready and him go at hard but the following morning rudy gets called in for a retake and shit hits the fan

hush hush

Pairing- Rudy pankow x fem!reader

Summary - above ^

Warnings- scratching, biting, sexual intercourse, fingering, hand job. 18+ content

A/n- apologies for any grammar or mistakes, haven’t written in over 6-8 months. Please leave feedback 💗

“I’m done” Rudy states, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that" He stutters the second he sees the colour drain from your skin. "I meant filming is done”.

You let out a loud exhale and whacked his arm with the back of your hand. “Jesus, way to give a girl a heart attack”. He let out a chuckle and his warm breath tickled the skin on your neck, his grabby hands pulling your body as close to him as humanly possible.

“I have waited a long 6 months to feel your nails on my skin, I am going to devour this body of yours” He purred, enveloping your lips with his.

There was no fight for dominance this time, your tongue submitting to his in a matter of seconds. His large hands gripping the mound of flesh on your backside, urging you to jump up onto the desk behind you.

“Right here?” you moaned, letting your head fall back to grant him more access to your neck. His teeth nibbling at your skin whilst leaving behind small purple bruising. He hummed against your neck; words lost in the back of his throat as he his taste buds went into overdrive from the taste of your sweet flesh.  

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, the buckle of his belt sending shivers down your spine.   

Your relationship was a secret, the two of you choosing to keep things hush hush until he had finished filming and you could both have a moment to yourself to discuss what you wanted from each other.

It was nice the way it was, you could spend all weekend in bed and gaze into each other’s eyes without the prying from your friends and family. He had gotten really close with his obx crew; you knew he wanted to introduce you to everyone as his ‘girlfriend’.

“Hey, get your head back into the game. Did you not hear me? I am done filming, no more being cautious.” He growled, gripping your jaw tightly. His eyes had darkened with lust, his body warm under the skin of your thighs.

“Take your shirt off” You ordered, he had to always wear a shirt when you made love. You were prone to scaring his gorgeous skin under the scratching of your claws. "It's me who is doing the devouring".

His shirt was across the room in seconds, his hands immediately tugging at the suddenly suffocating material of your dress. Helping him to yank it off your body and onto the floor. His eyes drinking in the curves and creases of your flawed body.

Your lips found their rightful place on the curve of his neck, teeth digging into the soft flesh. You could taste the salt from his damp skin, his fingers reaching under the band of your knickers until he could feel the warm wet juices that drenched the black silk. “Fuck” he groaned, the heat from his breath hitting the bare skin of your breasts.

Your nipples hardened under his gaze and the groans of pleasure caused your hips to buck towards his fingers that touched your pussy oh so delicately. “Please” you whined, your body buzzed with excitement and lust. He pressed his digits against your sensitive nub, you let out a shriek of excitement and your nails dig into the skin of his back. “That’s it baby girl” he urged, fingers sliding through your wet folds until he was so deep inside of you that you shouted incoherent words.

It didn’t take him long, he had you a bubbling mess within minutes of his fingers arching and stroking the inside of your pussy. Your nails leaving sharp red marks down this back.

Your fingers laced around his cock that pressed harshly against the confinements of his jeans. A shudder running through his body as you tugged him free, pre cum staining his boxers. “That looks uncomfortable, let me help” you whispered, his lips pressing against yours as you moved your hand up and down his shaft.

Both his hands coming down onto the table to hold himself steady, his lips never leaving yours as you tugged and rubbed. The head of his penis reddening as he came close to the end, but instead of him letting you finish him off. He pulled your hand away and griped the small of your back.

Pulling you harshly against him until the tip of his penis sat directly at your soaking entrance, he grabbed your legs and brought heels of your feet to the edge of the table. His eyes taking in the sight of you naked and spread in front of him, he reached into your small purse that sat beside you and grabbed a condom.

You watched intently as he pulled it over his cock, his eyes landing on you as he finished. “Fuck me Rudy” you begged, he pushed himself into you without a second thought.

The sounds of your moans filled the small room, his cock entering you with a slow lazy thrust at first. Your fingers racking through his hair, lips pressed firmly against his and tongues caressing one another. He began to speed up as your nails danced against his back once again, his arm coming around to hold you against him as he pounded into you.

You were both a sweaty mess, your hair sticking to the back of your neck as he nibbled on your collar bone. The feeling of his tip hitting your g spot over and over again had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His thumb rubbing lazy circles against your clit. “Oh yeah, oh Rudy, I think- I- think I’m gonna cum” you stuttered, wrapping your arms around his neck and he squeezed you against him tighter. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

The sound of your ass cheeks hitting the desk and the sloppy sounds of his cock moving in and out of your pussy tipped you over the edge. “Shit! I- shit RUDY!” You yelped, black and white spots blur your vision, and your body shook with pleasure.

Your heart racing and sweat dripping down your forehead. “Yeah baby, scream my name. I’m coming, fuck- yeah” he groaned, he too reaching his climax as he clung to you for dear life.

You could feel him empty himself inside the condom, his cock twitching against your swollen walls. The both of you never let go of one another until the vision was clear and both your hearts calmed to a steady pace.

“Jesus, Rudy. I fucked your back” you gasped; the deep red lines decorated his back. He shrugged gripping your chin between his fingers. “No more filming baby, I want you to do that to me every night” he laughed, your lips once against pressed to each other.

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“Wait, what do you mean?” The morning groggy voice of Rudy awoke you from your slumber. You searched around the room but couldn’t see your boyfriend, pulling the covers away from your body you began to stand.

“Fuck!”

The door opened and he stood in the entrance, he was dressed in sweats and a white shirt. Annoyance written all over his features. “What happened?” You question, making your way over the room and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’ve just been called for a retake” he groans into your hair. You exhale and give his collarbone a kiss. “It’s alright, I’ll be here when you’re done. I’m sure it’ll only be a few hours”.

What you had thought would be a few hours turned into several hours because it turned out to be a beach scene. The second he took his shirt off without even thinking and the gasps coming from his cast mates, he knew he had ruined the secret relationship.

“Damn Rudy, who did this to you” shouted Chase, both he and Maddi rushing over to inspect the damage you had left not even 24 hours earlier.

“Shit, I forgot about those” Rudy groaned, he turned to look into the mirror and the lines where still as red and deep as the night before. “Well, the retake scene is going to have to be a full reshoot” the director stated.

Rudy could see the annoyance written on his face, the snippy tone coming from him was not good. “Can’t I just wear a shirt for this scene, and we edit something into the other part of the scene? I’m sorry man, you said it was all done” Rudy apologises, reaching to the pull the shirt back over him.

“Hold up. I wanna take a better look! I also wanna know who’s this freaky lady friend of yours” Drew shouted, rushing from his seat across the room. Everyone began to close in on him, taking in the art you had left behind.

“It’s nothing, let’s not talk about it! We have a scene to retake.” Rudy laughed, urging for the conversation to be over. He knew they had an idea on who it was, no other friend of his had been to set more then you had.

They kept nodding when Rudy would call you his best friend. But they all had that feeling, there was something going on. And this time they would get it out of you.

“I bet I know who it’s from” JD said, giving him a wink from across the room. Rudy looked away but a tinge of red began to appear on his cheeks.

“Aww your blushing! It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” Madi gushes, clapping her hands together like a high school girl. Rudy shakes his head and begins to walk away from the conversation. He wasn’t going to admit to it, not until he had spoken to you and warned you about what had happened.

“Knew it!” Shouted Chase, Rudy rushes to a quiet place and pulls his phone out. Pressing the icon of your photo in the call log. Not even 3 rings later your voices echoes through.

“They know”.

“Knew it!” Shouted Chase, Rudy rushes to a quiet place and pulls his phone out. Pressing the icon of your photo in the call log. Not even 3 rings later your voices echoes through.

“They know”.

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At The Beach House

pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

warning: hickeys, protected sex, blowjob, daddy kink, eating out, riding

Y/N’s POV

I’m going to the beach for a party that the Kooks do every year, or weekend, depends on the days.

I see my friends and we start to talk about what’s happening in our lives and we start to drink, we dance like we’ve been friends for years, until one of my friends nudged me to notice Rafe looking at me. But the way he’s looking at me, he wants me.

I ignore him and continue to dance until I feel hands on my waist, I look back and see Rafe with a smirk on his face. I sway my hips as he moves with me, he kisses my neck, I turn around to face him and kisses his neck and gives him a hickey, he smirks.

“You wanna go somewhere private?” He whispers in my ear.

I nod. I want him so bad.

He takes us to a beach house and when the door closes, we make out and Rafe picks me up to takes us to the nearest soft surface and I can feel him giving me more hickeys which is making me moan and gasp.

He takes us to a bedroom and lays me down gently on it. I get comfortable on the bed and Rafe crawls up to my face, I look down to see him naked. I look where the night stand is at and see a condom, I heavy breath, he notices.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

I nod.

He gets the condom and unwraps it to put it on his dick.

I heavily breathe and Rafe notices my nervousness.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N?” He questions.

“I do, I just haven’t done this in a while.” I said.

It’s the truth.

“I’ll be gentle alright?” Rafe touches my cheek.

I nod.

Rafe starts to kiss me, I wrap my arms around his neck so he can’t stop kissing me. I feel him gently fucking me, I moan. I feel his fingers touching my body until they get to my breasts, he pinches my nipples, I gasp and laid my head down on the pillow and Rafe wraps his arms around my body to make me sit up to face him.

“Make love to me.” I whisper in his ear.

He begins to fuck me. I scream by how good he is, I tug on his hair which makes him go faster. I arch my back to make my breasts get in Rafe’s face a little bit.

“I thought you haven’t done this in a while?” He says softly continuing to fuck me and kisses my body.

“I- I haven’t done this in a- ahh, while, it’s just you’re a lot better than the last guy that ever fucked me.” I moan.

“I wonder who’s the last guy is, hmm?” He starts to give me hickeys on my side.

“It was, it was uh, I can’t remember.” I try to think.

“It’ll come up someday baby.” He says softly.

I make myself get on top of Rafe and I make his arms stay on the bed so he can’t grab me and do something to me.

“You want me to suck you off?” I ask, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Are you any good?” He asks me.

“You’re in for a surprise Rafe.” I say sitting on his stomach letting go of his arms.

“Do it baby.” He gets himself ready for me.

I get on the ground and takes the condom off of his cock and see how he looks, and he looks hard. I begin to suck him off and I hear him groaning and hear the sheets making a noise. I feel cum so I take every bit of him and keep on sucking him.

“Fuck Y/N, get a new condom and sit on my lap.” I hear him and I grab a new condom, put it on his dick and sit on his lap.

“Be a good girl and ride me.” He smirks.

“I rather have my cunt in front of your face and you eat me out.” I lean in and whispers into his ear.

I sit back and see that he wants to do that so bad.

“Go and lay down on the bed Rafe.” I say getting off of him and he lays down and waits for me.

I crawl to him but I kiss all over his body until I position myself against his face and he starts to eat me out. I gasp and grip on the bed frame and I feel him grabbing my ass so I can stay still. The way he groans made me shiver but it made me feel so good I don’t want him to stop.

When he stopped eating me out and helps me out to sit on his lap.

“I’ll do what daddy says, I’ll ride you like a good girl Rafe.” I say up and down at him.

“Make daddy happy.” He grins.

I sit on his cock, which is a lot bigger than I expected, I start to ride him. He grabs my waist and controls my movements and I scream and arch my back again and he sits to make me face him.

“You know, I’ve always loved you.” He says making me look at him.

“I hope you’re telling the truth Rafe.” I asked blushing.

“I am telling the truth Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since you moved here two years ago.” He smiles.

I kiss him again.

THE NEXT DAY

I wake up feel beyond sore, I turn my head to see Rafe sleeping. I kiss his forehead gently. He wakes up and immediately looks at me in awe.

“How’d you sleep babe?” He says.

“Like a baby.” I stretch my arms so they can pop.

“Can we do this again sometime soon?” He asks touching my side.

“If you don’t do a one night stand on me.” I say.

“I won’t Y/N/N, I promise.” He tells me the truth.

I give him a peck on his cheek. I hope he actually doesn’t do that to me.

[mackenzielovee]

✩ rafe cameron

do not copy or steal from my work! reblogs are appreciated. thank you and enjoy!!! 18+

series

ambivalence & parenthood (the universe)

sixth sense

letters to you

burnout

crazy love

my girl

one shots

lock the door

whipped

love affair

my one and only

good girl

save me

mine

protection

jealous

apologies

that way

tutoring

[gxdsfavgal]

In honor of OBX3 releasing today…

here’s some random Rafe insta stories that don’t go with S3 plot🫶

[starkeyletters]

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬

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Summary

Rafe Cameron was brought up rich, he never needed to work a day in his life for a single thing he has. Thanks to his father, ward. But when he’s seated next to a girl on an airplane, things change, Y/n isn’t like Rafe. Not one bit. Not rich, not entitled, and definitely doesn’t survive off of daddy’s money.

The girl who doesn’t like partying, and the boy who does. Could that say much more? Complete opposites, in this situation, attract. It’s not a werid coincidence they click. It’s fate.

A vacation that was meant for nothing other than no-love, turns out to be one of the most loving vacations ever spent.

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Warnings

Warnings needed for each part will be posted on each. Some topics that I feel may need a warning label for in the story include the following:

-drugs & substance use

-violence

-smut

-talk on mental illnesses

etc.

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*:･ﾟPart 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

{more chapters to come.}

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5.4.23- present

@ starkeyletters 2023

[readingismyhappyplacee]

JJ Put that Gun Away.

Summary: Summertime is full of fishing, fooling around and Keggers. NOT guns and stealing. What could go wrong? (Fanfic for OBX S1: Ep.1).

JJ Maybank x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Use and mention of guns, swearing, mentions of drowning.

ALL RIGHTS to Josh and Jonas Pate and Shannon Burke for characters, plot and dialogue, etc. In some cases, scenes and dialouge altered to fit my own ideas. 

Y/N could hear the hooting and hollering of her friends from a mile away. The familiar brown Volkswagen van deemed “The Twinkie” howling along with the sound of their voices could be heard as it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Y/N smiled as she could see JJ’s head poking out of the side door, looking right at her.

“You’re going to have to jump in while it’s moving M’Lady! This vessel stops for no one!” JJ yelled at the girl in a funny voice. “Just bend your knees!”

“Uhh, actually JJ, this is our next stop. Did you forget she brought the drinks?” John B’s voice could be heard as the van screeched to a halt in front of her.

“Right.”

JJ and John B hopped out to grab the cooler full of drinks and food Y/N so kindly put together for todays venture. They loaded it into the already stuffed van. Y/N hopped in afterwards.

Soon enough the trio arrived at John B’s place. Unfortunately about nine months ago, John B’s father was lost at sea looking for a shipwreck and presumed dead shortly after. His mother and uncle are in other states, not even close to coming to the Cut. He’s been living by himself ever since and refuses to believe his father is dead until he finds his body. So now, the Château, as it’s called, is the base of operations. Free reign to do whatever a Pogue wants, whenever they want. 

JJ on the other hand, doesn’t have much luck either. The blonde has an abusive dad and no other family to support him. He’s finding it hard to get by with a minimum wage job and daddy issues. It’s amazing how tough he is, but Y/N understands that he has to be to get through day by day. The girl helps out when she can by offering her cleaning services, picking up the many beer cans and cigarettes in the house when Jake isn’t there and offering as much food to the boys as she can without her parents finding out. Luckily though, they all have each other and that’s the best thing they could ask for. 

Down at the dock, the boys load the cooler onto the boat and JJ offers Y/N a hand stepping in.

“M’Lady.” He bows, taking off his hat and putting it back on again. 

 A blush dances across her face, though it is unbeknownst to JJ, so she laughs to hide the truth of her feelings towards the boy. It was a rule the group had. No Pogue on Pogue macking. No matter how strong the feelings were. If it was true love or even soulmates, it was strictly forbidden. And even if it wasn’t a rule, she had no chance. JJ was hooking up with a new girl at every party and Kegger hosted lately. It was like he couldn’t get enough. So when he was flirty like that, there was no genuine meaning behind it. It was just JJ being JJ.

Hurricane Agatha had just blown over the Outer Banks, rocking the south side to shambles. As the three friends set off, more and more damage could be seen along the shoreline. Boats, docks, houses, fences - you name it. Every hurricane made the Cut look better yesterday.  

The boat approached the marina which was jostling with people on clean-up duty. At least it was bright and sunny today to put people in better moods than before. 

“Hi, Miss Amy, you guys make it through?” John B waves at a woman and her husband. 

“We’re still here!” She replied back.

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

“She totally looked at me,” He said.

“Pfft. As if JJ. She wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole.” Y/N scoffed. JJ feigned hurt. 

“Ouch! Watch yourself Y/N, or I’m pushing you in!” 

The mess Agatha made was unimaginable. As if reading her thoughts JJ whistled out loud, “Agatha what did you do?” 

Pope, another member of the group could be seen filling a bucket with water at the end of his dock. He got stuck with clean-up too. Pope was the smartest of them all. The kid had a full ride scholarship to one of the state’s most prestigious schools. It was unknown why he chose to hang out with such a group of troubled teenagers. He was always so cautious and tense, like his dad was watching. I mean, Heyward was always watching.  

“Well, look who we have here.” John B mimics a radio. “We have a mandatory safety meeting, over.”

Pope stops what he’s doing, looking annoyed. John B slows the boat down. 

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“You’re dad’s a pussy, over.” That time it was JJ.

“Oh, I heard that one you little bastard!” 

Heyward. Pope’s father. Not the most approving of his son’s friends but he does his best to understand. Thankfully, Y/N’s parents are good friends with his family. “Hey Y/N, keeping these idiots in line?”

“I try to. It only works if they listen.” She smiles.

“We need your son.” John B interrupts.

“Yeah. And island rules: Day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ adds.

“Now who in the hell made that up, son?”

“Uhhh… The pentagon I think? We have security clearance. I have a card.” 

“Do you really think I’m stupid. Do they think i’m stupid?” Heyward looks at his son. 

“I’ll do it tomorrow dad, I promise. I’ll help clean tomorrow.” Pope and his dad bicker back and forth and he slowly creeps towards the boat. Once Pope’s feet hit the deck John B accelerates forward.

“I promise i’ll do it tomorrow!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” Y/N yells back.

All that could be heard is the cursing of Heyward and the gentle splash of the water against the boat towards the neck stop, Kiara. Kiara was Y/N’s best friend. Though she was born a Kook, she was a Pogue more than anything. Rich parents, fancy house and all the nicest clothes. She had all the best things. If she wasn’t with the friend group, she was out saving turtles or promoting some paper-straw activist type things online. Y/N was jealous that she seemed to always catch the attention of boys her age. Maybe she was prettier? More outgoing and funnier? Y/N thought she was enough to fit in, but sometimes it felt like Kie was always in the spotlight, for every boy. She didn’t dare tell her this of course, nothing good would come out of it. They are supposed to be best friends.

Kiara walked down the ramp. JJ greeted her in an Irish accent. He also held her hand as she got in. Y/N tried her best to conceal her face so she looked into her lap. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Kiara greeted, forcing Y/N to look up.

“Hey, Kie, how you holding up?”

“Oh ya know, hurricane lockdown things.” They both laughed. That was another reason she couldn’t hate her. She always greeted her first and made her feel included in every conversation. She couldn’t hate her even if she tried. 

John B picked up the speed of the boat as they headed out into the marsh. They cracked open some beer and for what seemed like the thousandth time, JJ tried out his “party trick.” 

“JJ, you know it never works.”

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair!”

Suddenly the boat came to a halt, sending JJ flying off the bow and into the water. Kiara and John B are sent to the deck from their seats.Y/N is halfway off the bow clinging for dear life after just standing up to get JJ to come down. Pope’s abdomen slams against the steering wheel. Groans from each teen are let out respectively.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara blurts out what everyone is thinking.

JJ resurfaces with a loud gasp for air.

“I think my heels touched my head.” He moaned.

Y/N groans again sitting up and clutching her chest.

“Aw man that’s definitely gonna bruise.”

“I hit a sandbar. The channel changed. Sorry guys.” Pope felt bad.  He steps up onto the bow to get a better look at where to navigate. His expression turns to shock.

“Guys! I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Yeah right!” 

“No, no. For real, I’m not kidding.”

JJ swims over to get a better look while the rest of the gang almost tip the boat, looking in the direction of where Pope was pointing.

“Shit let’s go!”

Y/N peels off her jean shorts and tank top before diving into the water to join JJ. The rest follow suit. With one huge breath, Y/N submerged herself underwater with the rest of her friends. Even in the murkiness of the water, an unmistakable outline of a Grady White is seen. Whoever’s boat this was they are probably looking for it, that is, if they’re even still alive. Y/N swims inside, a powerful swimmer and certified diver, she looks for any signs of who this boat belongs to. Nothing.

The friends resurface. Gasping for air but in obvious excitement about the discovery. 

“That’s a Grady White!” JJ exclaims. “A new one of those is like five hundred grand. Easy.”

They all laugh, climbing back onto the boat. 

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!”

John B suddenly remembers.

“You surfed the surge?” Y/N and Kiara ask together. “Jinx.”

“That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ high fives his best friend.

“Seriously John B that’s dangerous! “ Y/N exclaims. “What the heck!”

“Wait, guys, do we know whose boat that is?”

“I tried to get a good look, but it’s too deep.” Y/N said. “Give me the anchor.”

John B rummages through a compartment in the deck, handing Y/N the anchor.

“Payback !” JJ screams, pushing the girl into the water.

She shrieks as she plummets into the water.

“JJ that wasn’t nice!” Kiara scolds. 

“Hey, she asked for it earlier.” He shrugs it off. 

Y/N swims the path towards the boat, attempting to get a better look at anything more than she already saw. She spots a key dangling from a pole near the steering wheel, but struggles to get it unhooked.

Meanwhile, the four friends stand worried. “She’s been down there a while man, should I go get her? JJ asks. 

“Nah she’s got this. Believe in her.”

JJ frowned, worry evident on his face. Pope noticed.

“You like her!”

“What- no! I don’t like anyone, especially not her! Remember rule number one?”

“Liar!”

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that up! Finally!” Kiara chimed.

“We’re just friends okay guys? Nothing more. Now shut up.”

“Jeez JJ you’re blushing so hard it looks like you have a sunburn!” John B teased.

“I said shut up!”

JJ couldn’t be more thankful Y/N was underwater right now, even if she may be drowning. It’s true he may have a bit of a crush on her, but he knew the rules. Instead, he uses other girls as distractions from the fact.

The sound of the topic-of-conversation girl breaking the surface brought JJ back to real life.

“I found a key!” She managed to say between breaths.

JJ and his friends breath sighs of relief. No CPR was needed. He went to the edge of the boat, effortlessly pulling her up towards him. She lost her balance slightly but he grabbed her waist to steady her. The action did not go unnoticed by the rest. JJ quickly jumped backwards like he stepped in a fire. Y/N shot him a puzzled glance but said nothing.

“I think it’s a motel key.” She said, drying herself off with a towel. 

“Great. A damn key. “ JJ scowled. He was hoping for anything worth some cash.

“Guys I think we should report this to the coast guard, maybe get a finders fee?” Kiara pointed out.

“Yeah, then we don’t have to work all summer.”

The crew headed back into town to go report the wreck. The sun was beginning to set ever so slowly and the warm glow illuminated Y/N’s face as she stared off into the horizon.  

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?” JJ sat next to her for the first time after his awkward moment.

Y/N was surprised he called her a nickname she’s never heard of. 

“I haven’t heard that one before.” 

“I think it suits you.”

“Thanks JJ.”

The girl avoided the question, not wanting to tell him he was the one on her mind all of the time. She waited in the HMS Pogue while the others attempted to talk to someone about finding the sunken boat. With the recent hurricane and the damage it created, many people were lined up with complaints. Her friends came back quickly with another plan.

“The motel? Are you crazy?” Pope said.

“I call lookout.” Y/N said.

“Me and JJ will check it out.” John B suggested.

When the group arrived at the motel, it appeared very run down, and not just by the hurricane. 

“This isn’t exactly 5 stars.” 

“Yeah, it looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed.” Pope shuddered.

JJ and John B jumped to shore. Not wanting to draw attention to the rest do the group, the trio left pretended to be hanging out and talking. 

“Be careful.” Kiara spoke softly to John B.

Last Y/N heard was something about a mattress.

“Be sooooooo careful John B.” JJ teased as they searched for the matching room number.

“Ever since she heard you were on exile she’s told you to be careful. Oh, give me that John D already. Why don’t you hop on that man?”

John B scoffed. 

“You know the rules. No Pogue on Pogue macking. And don’t get me started on you and Y/N.”

“I don’t like her I told you this already.”

“Like hell you don’t dude. You’re always looking at her.”

JJ glared at his best friend. He licked his lips.

“Okay, c’mon man of course I’m looking at her, she’s hot. Can we forget about the rules?”

John B stopped in front of room 229 and stayed silent, fumbling with the keys.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You need help. Like, serious help.”

“Still a yes! Housekeeping!” JJ said in a high-pitched voice. With no response, the boys entered the room. 

Down below, the trio on the boat were having a similar conversation. 

“Do you have a thing for John B?” Y/N asked her best friend.

Pope looked away from the motel to look at Kiara’s facial expression, amused by Y/N’s blunt question. Kiara rolled her eyes and stood up. 

“I don’t. I’m just worried about him. The whole foster thing must really suck.” 

“And you’re not just worried about him in a different way?” Y/N suggested, grinning.

“Oh my god stop it! I don’t! And how about JJ, everyone knows-“

“Guys, cops! Cops!” Pope interrupted. 

In the small parking lot full of debris, the sheriff’s pickup truck could be seen pulling in and stopping. Y/N groaned. 

“Why does my dad have to ruin everything!”

Deputy Shoupe and Deputy Plumb exit the car and talk with a man nearby. They start pointing to the second level of the motel, exactly where JJ and John B were. 

“We have to warn them.” Kiara said. She jumps off the boat and books it to the side of the motel. Pope and Y/N exchange glances before following, trying not to be seen by Y/N’s police officer father. Staring up at the window, the stress begins to set in.

“Okay stand back.” Pope said, picking up a rock. He looked up at the window and threw it. The rock barely made it halfway up before gravity brought it back down again. 

“Didn’t you ever play baseball?” Kiara pegged.

Y/N laughed.

“I was on the math team!” He whisper-yelled back.

Kiara also tried to throw a rock but missed. She tried it again and it made a loud ‘tink’ sound against the glass. Y/N picked up one and it did the same. JJ and John B’s faces could be seen through the blinds almost instantly.

“Cops! There’s Cops! Cops!” The friends on the ground simultaneously whispered and pointed at the entrance to the room. The boys could be seen scrambling in the room. The three friends sprinted to the boat, ready to leave at any second.

“Should we peel?” Kiara asked. 

“No! Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope said.

“Guys look! They’re on the awning!” Y/N pointed.

JJ and John B were in fact on the small ledge of the awning on either sides of the window. Their positions looking very uncomfortable. JJ laughed silently while John B used his pointer finger to tell the rest of the group to be quiet. 

The boys were up there for a while until suddenly something fell out of JJ’s pocket, hit the awning and fell to the ground a few feet down. John B visibly cringed. The blinds to the window retracted and Shoupe’s figure looked outside. Pope, Y/N and Kiara quickly attempted to look away and act like they weren’t involved. 

“This is gonna be tough to explain later.” Y/N sighed.

Theslamming of a door caught their attention as the officers began to leave.  Shoupe handed a duffel bag to the other officer. Before leaving, Shoupe came towards the boat. Y/N glanced at her friends’ position at the window, then back at her dad before he noticed her staring. 

“Hey, sweet pea, what are y’all doing here?” He looked between the three of them.

“Uhhh.. Hey Dad I didn’t see you here!”

“My aunt was visiting and staying here. We just came to check on her. We were just about to leave.” Pope interjected. 

“Yeah, Dad. We wanted to make sure she was okay. What are you doing here?”

“Ah, someone reported missing. Just like after every hurricane. Doing my part to make sure there’s no dead bodies around.” He chuckled like what he said was normal. It was obvious where Y/N’s bluntness came from. Y/N awkwardly laughed, hoping to speed this conversation up.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nah. Just an empty motel room.” 

“Cool.”

“I have to go. See you later honey. Stay out of trouble kids!” Shoupe saluted and walked back to the truck. JJ and John B made their way down after a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear. 

“Holy shit, man. That was crazy!” JJ exclaimed., jumping into the boat with John B on his tail. Pope pulled away from shore and back out towards the exit. 

“Why did he lie about taken things from the room?” Y/N asked. No one was sure. 

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked the boys, changing the subject. 

“Did we find anything?” JJ repeated. He pulled out a stack of money and a gun. The biggest grin was on his face. Y/N moved away from him.

“Are you insane?” She yelled.

“I’m going to lose my scholarship.” Pope moaned.

“It’s better than the cops having it!” JJ reasoned.

“No it’s not, dude! Anyone else that’s not you is better.” 

JJ grabbed Pope and put the barrel to his mouth in a “shush” motion. Pope pushed him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

The group found their way back to the marina. As they were offloading there was a commotion with another large boat. Paramedics and the police were surrounding a man that looked to be dead. A dead body. As they were wheeling the body away from the boat, a woman ran frantically towards it. 

“Scooter! Scooter!” She yelled. She clung to the man, caressing his face and assessing his condition. She broke down into tears. It was Lana Grubbs.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked her friends.

“That’s Scooter Grubbs.” A random girl next to them chimed in. “He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body.” She bragged. She pulled out her phone and began to show a close up picture of the man being wheeled away in front of them. Y/N shuddered. Was that who her dad was looking for? 

“What type of boat did he have?” JJ asked the girl.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady White.”

The friends glanced between each other silently. Y/N looked at JJ and found that he was already looking at her. She gave him a look asking for more information but he just shrugged.

“Everyone’s out looking for it.” She added. 

Back at the Chateau, Pope was telling everyone to keep their mouths shut about the situation. His panicked look on his face was enough to let everyone know he was terrified. 

“We all have complete and total amnesia, okay?”

“For once I agree with you Pope. Deny, deny, deny.” JJ said.

“We can’t keep that money,” Kiara said. “It’s bad karma.”

“She’s right you know, it doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to Lana Grubbs,” Y/N added. 

“Not everyone can afford unlimited data plans, ladies.” They rolled their eyes.

“Look, JJ I’ll help you out a little more this week if we just return the money.” Y/N’s tone softened, trying to reason with the blonde. He looked at her, silently adoring how she worried about him. 

“Let’s go dark.” Pope said.

“If it means I get to keep the money, I’m in.” 

John B finally spoke up. 

“I don’t agree.” He said. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that buys individual cigarettes. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in front of the Save-a-lot because he needed gas! This guy has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady White? Just saying.”

“I need a break from you guys.” Pope moaned, standing up to walk to the dock. 

“Look, Pope, how does a guy like Scooter get a Grady White?”

“Prostitution?”

“Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane.” John B reasoned. “What does that mean, JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin’.” He grinned. 

“I’m guessing there’s a crap ton of contraband on that boat.” Y/N added. 

“Okay so if there was that kind of stuff on board, and it belongs to someone, they’re going to come looking for it, right? So taking it would be catastrophically stupid.” 

“You’re right.” JJ said. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is find a way to get into that cargo hold of that wreck and then lay low.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked.

“Kegger?” Kiara proposed.

Y/N had went over to Kiara’s house to steal an outfit for the night. 

“Red or pink?” She asked Kiara. 

“Red. JJ won’t stop staring at you if you don’t.”

“C’mon Kie, stop teasing. You and me both know he doesn’t like me like that. Look at all the women he hooks up with. You don’t see me on the list.”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! But open your eyes girl!”

Y/N was mad that Kie was playing with her feelings. She knew that JJ would never think of her like that. Was she not telling her something?

“I’m a police officer’s daughter Kie, no guy wants to talk to me.”

Within an hour, the group had gathered all the materials for the Kegger and met at the Boneyard. Y/N spotted JJ up ahead. His blonde hair unmistakably glistening in the sunset glow. She wondered if he would talk to her tonight or take off with another new girl. Once down to the sand, the keg was set up and ready to go. John B started filling up cups of beer for everyone. Soon, a crowd started to form. The boneyard was a mix of three crowds, the Pogues, the Kooks and the Tourons. The Tourons are just kids here on vacation with their families for the summer. As the night progressed, Y/N found her place with a group of Pogues she knows from school. The group was laughing around a fire, retelling a story about how a teacher was caught making out with a student after class. The principal found them and he was fired right away. The kid only got a 3 day suspension. Y/N felt someone sit next to her.  She looked to her left. A boy around her age with curly brown hair and a lanky stature smiled at her. A Touron. 

“Hi. I’m Dean.” He greeted. “I’m not from here and you look pretty friendly enough to talk to.”

This made Y/N laugh.

“Why thank you. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the island.”

She shook hands with the boy jokingly. She could feel the effects of the alcohol she was drinking starting to flow through her body. 

“Another beer?” Someone with a keg asked.

Y/N accepted the beer with a grateful smile then turned back to Dean.

“So, new guy, where you from?”

“San Fran. I’m a long way from home.” He smiled. “My moms friend recommended it here, but too bad there was a hurricane. Cut our holiday in half. We head back in a few days.”

“Ah, big city guy. I could tell, you all have the same vibe.” She teased. 

“Hey! I’m officially offended.” 

She laughed. “Sorry about Agatha though, really, she was a real pain in the ass.” The two continued to talk about random things. Y/N thought that he was a nice boy to talk to, but he wasn’t JJ. 

“See, those are my best friends over there.” She pointed out Kiara and John B. Then a little ways over at Pope. She couldn’t find JJ. “We do everything together.” Y/N was five drinks in. Maybe six. She lost count. Not once did this boy try to make a move on her. At first she was thankful because it is always awkward trying to tell them no, but at the same time her heart sunk because it’s always been that way. There was no way he knew she was the daughter of a cop. He doesn’t live here. 

“So, Y/N do you have a boyfr-“ Dean’s sentence was cut off when Y/N suddenly stood up to the the sound of JJ’s voice. He sounded like he was in an argument.

“You’re so funny man!” She heard him yell.

Over to the right of where she sat she could see Sarah Cameron and her no-good boyfriend Topper, along with the rest of her friends. JJ did not look happy. None of them did. 

“Sorry. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check up on my friends. They seem a little drunk.”

As she approached the commotion, Topper called them “dirty Pogues.” That term set John B off. He  forcefully shoved Topper backwards, causing him to stumble. Topper looked shocked and then lunged forward and threw a punch so hard at John B’s face that it looked like it would knock his teeth out. John B fell against the sand, unable to stand up. 

“Babe! Babe!” Sarah attempted to stop her boyfriend from causing any harm, but it was no use,Topper hated Pogues. Topper continued to kick John B until he reached the edge of the water. 

“Hey John B, don’t make me do what happened to your old man, all right?”

The crowd around began to chant for them to fight. 

“Stop!” Y/N screamed at them, rushing in. JJ held her back, shaking his head no. If it wasn’t for the situation it would’ve felt like a hug. 

“Guys stop!” Kiara hissed at Topper and John B.

John B mustered up enough to stand again and used his momentum to tackle Topper into the shallow tide. Both attackers now soaked from the cool water.

“Let him go John B!” Pope yelled. 

They continued to throw punches at the others abdomen and back. John B was able to land a few good hits. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” JJ cheered.

Topper and John B continued to trade hits. Unfortunately, Topper was able to gain the upper hand and slam John B into the water face first. He then got on top of him.

Sarah and Kiara began to scream. JJ had never looked so frightened in his life for his best friend.

“JJ do something!” Y/N screamed at him. JJ looked torn. He ran towards Topper and John B and pulled out the gun.

“No JJ!” Y/N called after him, terrified. 

JJ rested it on the crown of Toppers head after he cocked it.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Let him go.”

The crowd of people started screaming and dispersed ridiculously fast after spotting the gun. 

“JJ put the gun down!” Y/N tried again.

“Okay, okay we’re good man!” The anxiety in Topper’s voice was evident. He rose with his hands in the air. 

“Everyone listen up! Get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ screamed at the top of his lungs. He rose the gun in the air and shot it twice to prove that he was in control. Sarah and Topper ran off. Y/N covered her ears. She was terrified of guns after her mother was shot on duty when she was a thirteen. Y/N had never been told the full story but the tale left it’s mark. Mrs. Shoupe has since retired from being a police officer and chose to write books instead. A very drastic career change. 

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her. “Let’s leave!”

Dean was standing alone in the middle of the sand. He had waited for her to make sure she was okay, not knowing that JJ was her friend since she couldn’t find him when she was pointing them all out earlier.

“Who the fuck are you!” JJ pointed the gun at Dean. Dean put his hands in the air to show his surrender. 

“Woah, woah man! I come in peace! Please!”

“JJ stop!” Y/N screamed. 

“I said, who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m just here visiting the island! My name is Dean!” 

JJ looked at Y/N, but put the gun down, finger still on the trigger. Dean visibly sighed of relief.

“How do you know him?” 

“I-I met him earlier at the fire. JJ you’re scaring me with that please you know I hate them.” In the heat of the moment, JJ has totally forgotten your fear of guns. His demeanour changed completely. He put the gun back in his pocket and threw his hands on his forehead in frustration. Y/N huffed at his behaviour. She saw a different side of JJ tonight. One that she was not used to. He scared her and their friends and she just needed to go home. It’s been a long night. She looked her friends in the eye.

“Get some sleep guys, and make sure John B is alive.” She gestured to the boy who was halfway in the water. She gave on last glance to JJ before turning back up the trail with Dean right behind her. She burst into tears. Her crying heard by JJ as he watched her figure until she disappeared into the darkness. Y/N had hoped he would have at least apologized.

After last night Y/N woke up feeling anxious and upset. The image of JJ holding a gun haunted  her memory. She knew it wouldn’t just go away. She remembered Dean walking her home and asked for her number before he left to go back to his hotel. She politely declined saying a mere ‘it’s complicated.’ He understood and said he was glad she was safe. He gave her his just in case she changed her mind. A text on her phone rung softly on the bedside table. She picked it up and a short text from Kiara read:

‘Hey I know after last night you don’t want to see JJ, but we need someone that knows how to dive. We’re searching that boat today and you’re the only one that knows how to properly dive and has the equipment. You in?’ 

‘Will he promise to get rid of the gun?’

‘No promises :(‘

Y/N groaned in her bed. Typical JJ. A knock on her door perked her up. Her father walks in, wearing his uniform.

“Hey sweet pea, I know sometimes it’s hard to be a dad and a police officer at the same time,  but I know there was a gun used last night at that party. Do you know who had possession of it?” 

Y/N froze in a silent panic. She couldn’t throw JJ under the bus like that, even if guns scared her. He would never forgive her and she would most likely never see him again. 

“Uhh, no I was over on the other side of the fire. When the crowd of people started running saying that there was a gun I ran too. You know I hate them.” She tried her best to sound convincing. Sometimes her father was intimidating. He gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You sure? It sounded like it was one of your Pogue friends.”

“No they were all with me around that time.”

He hummed, definitely not satisfied with her answer.

“Well, the Sheriff already told me she knew who it was but didn’t give me his name. I figured you’d know who it was.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now, I don’t think the island is safe right now, so I need you to make smart decisions. No parties, no boats, no beaches and no hanging out with your little Pogue friends for a while. I don’t think they are very good influences.”

“Dad you can’t do that!” Y/N cried. “They’re my friends! I don’t care about the parties but that’s just not fair!”

“It’s what’s best. A man was found dead yesterday and I don’t need you being the next. The marsh is closed until we can find that sunken boat and any clues leading toward the investigation. I better see you here when I get back.” 

And with that, Victor Shoupe was out the door without a final glance towards his daughter. His heavy footsteps heard as he descended the stairs.

“You could have at least closed the door!” Y/N got up with a huff, slamming it hard enough to prove she was upset. He was right about one thing, having a police officer father was hard. She raced back to her phone, tapping on Kiara’s contact.

‘Bad news. Dads got me on lockdown saying it isn’t safe right now. He said the marsh was closed so if we’re doing this it’s gotta be fast. Gotta sneak around my mom to get the gear.’

Luckily, Y/N’s mom was locked away in her study, like usual. It was one room she was never allowed into no matter the circumstance. She had caught glimpses at it, but not long enough to make out what she does in there. Sometimes she would walk by and hear her aggravated sighs and hear frantic typing on her laptop. She figured it was just her working on a new novel and writer’s block. Everything about that room was a secret to her. Even her father rarely entered. Y/N changed into her bikini and jean shorts before sneaking down the stairs after she heard her father leave and the pickup truck pull out of the driveway. Avoiding the study, she ducked out the back door to avoid being seen through the window at the front of the house. The diving gear was kept in their small shed in the backyard. Half of the memorabilia, toys and tools in here hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With her parents so focused on their careers they never surfed or gardened since she could remember. After her mother was shot, life had never been the same. It seemed like her dad  was trying to prove that he has what it takes to become Sheriff one day and that her mother had to prove to the world that she is interesting enough to buy her books. Why was there anything to prove? None of her books made bestselling titles except for her autobiography of her life as a detective, wife and mother. She wrote mystery novels now. How fitting. 

The shed was unlocked. After locating the box of diving gear, she double checked that there was a mask and an oxygen tank before lifting it off the shelf and sneaking around the house again. She hopped in her car, thankfully parked on the street before making her way to the Chateau, not ready to see JJ. 

The boat ride out to the wreck was silent. The tension between Y/N and JJ could be felt from everyone around them. As John B came to a stop, Y/N brought out her gear, getting ready to hop in. John B threw out an anchor. 

“Fuck. This tank is a quarter full. I guess it really has been that long. I don’t even know if this is safe.” Y/N said, displaying her thoughts out loud.

“Great, I love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically.

“It should only be... “ She looked down at the boat below. “25 minutes if that boat is 30 feet down. I just have to mark a safety stop.”

With that she took a ribbon from the gear box and her shorts off and plummeted into the water. 

“That was hot.” JJ blurted.

The friends rolled their eyes. Y/N resurfaced and jumped back into the boat. 

“Okay I tagged about ten feet down the anchor line. It’s where I’ll do my safety stop.”

For the first time since last night, JJ spoke to Y/N.

“Okay, when you’re down there, you’re going to look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the key from JJ. She was still waiting on that apology. 

“See ya in a few!”

She placed the mask over her face, saluted to her friends and jumped into the water. The water in the marsh was murky, but the outline of the boat was evident amidst the cloudiness. 

Above water, the sound of police siren whooped through the air. 

“Oh shit it’s Y/N’s dad!”

“Just act frickin’ natural!” 

“Evening, officers.” 

“Evening.” Shoupe said in an assertive tone. He threw Pope a line to tie the boats together. The other cop from the motel raid was with him. 

“How you kids doin’? You know the marsh is closed?” He asked.

“No.”

“No, wow.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why was it closed?”

The friends tried to act as normal as possible. Their attempts feeble. 

“We’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down. Seen anything?”

A collective round of ‘no’s’ came from the group. Shoupe didn’t seem terribly convinced. JJ suddenly remembered that Y/N was down there, using more and more oxygen by the minute. He prayed she wouldn’t pop out of the water anytime soon. Another situation with bad timing.  The others seemed to realize too, attempting to hide their agitation from the officers. Shoupe noticed this.

“I’m going to uh, check your little boat out.”

“You wanna check, uh check her out, yeah.” John B stuttered. 

“Thank you.” 

Shoupe made his way into the boat. He glanced at each of the teenagers faces.

“You got any more of these?” He asked, holding up a life jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s more in the hold.” 

Kiara stood up so he could look under the seat. 

JJ pulled out three more life jackets.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said.

Shoupe nodded sternly. He looked out onto the water, suspicious. He made his way to the bow of the boat.

“Be careful. You don’t want to slip.” Pope commented. Shoupe placed his sunglasses on, scanning the water for anything out of the ordinary. The sunset made it hard to search, creating a glare of colour on the surface. 

“All right.” He concluded. “Beautiful day.”

“Sure is, sir.”

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do.” Replied JJ and Pope. 

“We’ll be gone soon sir.” 

“Yes you will.”

Shoupe got back into his boat and drove away. When he was out of sight, the group rushed to the side, worried for the girl who was underwater. 

“She’s definitely out of air.” Pope said. 

“There she is!” JJ yelled.

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

Y/N gasped for air loudly and desperately. She pulled the mask off and swam towards the boat.

“How’d it go down there?” John B asked. “Did you find anything?”

Unable to speak properly, Y/N tossed a black bag she scavenged onto the deck near JJ’s feet. He grabbed it immediately.

“Hell yeah!” He said. 

Y/N climbed the ladder, still short of breath.

“Yeah, you’re dad was here, but we took care of him.” Pope told her. Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. 

“Gotta, get back, before he does.” She said between breaths. She sat down tiredly. 

Kiara suddenly shifted.

“Hey, guys? Bogey at two o’clock.”

“What?”

A white boat was approaching the Pogues fast. Two men were on board. No one recognized it.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out. JJ get the bowline.” John B instructed. JJ tried to pull the anchor up as fast as he could. 

“Guys don’t wait up for me!” He yelled.

“Let’s go!” Kiara added.

The boat did not slow down. John B started up the boat and headed into the marsh. The mysterious boat and its occupants turned to follow them. 

“They’re following us!”

Y/N turned around at the same time the passenger began to pull out a gun. Her eyes widened.

“Gun! They’ve got a gun!” She alerted her friends before ducking down to avoid the line of fire. The first shot was sent out, narrowly missing John B who was intent on driving the boat as fast as he could. The rest of the gang lowered to the deck. JJ instinctively covered Y/N as best he could, shielding her from any potential bullets. He remembered her fear of guns this time.  

“John B, get down!” He yelled at his best friend. 

The perpetrator opened fire a second time. The boat was gaining on them.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die!” Pope yelled.  A third shot rung out. 

“Shit! Pope, move!” Kiara said, standing up to reach the net at the back of the boat. Another bullet flew by.

“Kie get down!”

Kiara ignored John B’s plea and threw the net behind the boat. A loud noise could be heard as it wrapped within the prop of the boat behind them. It slowed to a stop. Angry shouts of the two men could be heard as another shot flew after them. The Pogues drove to safety.

Back at the Chateau, John B grabbed the mystery bag and plopped it onto the dock. Y/N was still shaken up by the recent events, opting to be silent. JJ helped her off the boat in her shaken state. 

“What do you think is in it?”

“Gotta be money right?”

“Can we please just open the bag!” Pope ushered.  “You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” 

John B opened the bag to take out another bag. He opened the drawstrings to reveal a metal cylinder. Y/N watched with eager eyes behind JJ. She hoped her efforts weren’t for nothing. 

John B unscrewed the end of the cylinder and dipped it upside down into his hand. A compass fell into his palm. He froze. 

“Oh, great job everyone! We found a compass.” Pope stated sarcastically. JJ looked disappointed.

“Sorry Y/N, looks like you almost drowned for a stupid compass that’s not worth anything.”

Y/N frowned while John B laughed.

“This was my father’s.” 

Any feedback appreciated. :) Let me know if I should continue! <3

[scenesofobx]

Guilt Ridden Consciences

Illicit Affairs: Part 3

Summary: Reader takes a maths test, spends time with friends, and then deals with an apologetic and jealous boyfriend, and the fallout that jealously brings. She also finally admits her feelings to a certain Kook.

AN: Apologies that this took so long to be posted, really happy with how it's turned out though & happy to say that part 4 is in the writing process <3

Warnings: mentions of cheating, hurt, a toxic relationship, sex, underage drinking.

Word Count: 4k

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After my date with Topper, he'd dropped me at home, giving me a kiss goodbye before I hopped out of the car and headed in. The entire time with Topper, the only person I could think of was Rafe.

I spent the rest of my day just binging random 2000s romcom movies, had dinner with my parents and got into bed early enough to be rested for school tomorrow morning.

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I woke up early, getting done in record time and grabbing a bottle of water on my way out the door, I stopped at Starbucks on my way to school, getting a hot chocolate and a breakfast meal, grabbing a cup of tea for Sarah and a muffin for Pope, as a thank you for the geometry help.

When I finally pulled into school, I grabbed my breakfast, the muffin and the tray of drinks, locked my car and walked to the bench under a tree that Sarah and I always sat at.

"Hey!", I greeted, her eyes darting up to meet mine.

"Hey buttercup", she eyed the two takeaway cups in my hand, "What you got there?", she queried.

"Oh you know, just your favourite morning Starbucks drink....", I gave her a teasing smirk, handing the drink over to her.

"I love you!", she exclaimed, "So... not to be cheesy but spill the tea", she teased, holding up her cup of tea.

"I would tease you but I'm so used to this I'll just let it slide", I laughed at her antics, taking our my breakfast and started eating, I was delaying my next sentence, she'd been quite the entire time I'd eaten my breakfast, silently giving me an expectant stare, "....We're back together", I finally revealed.

"Oh!", Sarah's eyes went wide in shock, I don't think she expected me to say that, "I didn't expect that", okay I was right, she wasn't expecting that..., "I expected an official breakup especially after, you know..."

"I know Sarah but he apologised, he recreated our first date. I was going to tell him, break the news but he kept being so sweet and apologetic and honestly, the last thing I want to do is hurt him!", I exclaimed, sighing out of desperation for my best friends guidance right about now.

"No. Immediately no Y/N/N, you can't stay with him just because you don't want to hurt him!"

"It's not only that Sarah, I love him, okay? He's not always the best but surely right now he's been a better person than I have and that's... I love him"

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself of the fact not that you're stating a fact..."

I hate when she's right..., thankfully before she had time to expand more on her thoughts, the bell rang, signalling the start of school, and the test I'd been dreading. Even though I was more prepared than I've ever been, I stilled had a knot of stress in my chest. I stopped at my locker to drop my books I didn't need off and as soon as the door to my locker opened I saw a bouquet of my favourite flowers staring back at me. I opened the little note tied to the stems, "Good luck on your test babe, you've got this!", what a sweet thing for him to do... I tried to ignore the memory of him saying I shouldn't even try because I'd fail anyway and just pretended everything was alright and carried on walking to class.

I finished the test before the hour was over, I double checked my answers, packed up my things, dropped the test on my teachers test and walked out, going back to the bench where Sarah and I were this morning.

I texted Pope, who I knew would be writing now too.

"Meet me after you're done? I'm by the bench that I always sit at with Sarah"

Not a minute later I got a text back,

"On my way!"

I heard his footsteps and looked up from my tiktok fyp.

"Po!", I got up giving him a big hug which he glady returned, "I did it, I was confident and it's all thanks to you!"

"I'm so proud of you! Seriously though, you've got to give yourself credit too Y/N/N, you're smart even if some asshole Kook says different", his tone was serious, he cared so much and I was beyond grateful to call him a friend.

"Thanks P, I got you a muffin to say thank you!"

"Chocolate chip?"

"Of course", I gave him his muffin, which I knew was his favourite flavour and he immediately dug into it, making me let out a short laugh, "Oh and uh... the asshole Kook is still my boyfriend", I was praying he wasn't disappointed in me.

"Firstly, thank you for the muffin, secondly... sorry for calling your boyfriend an asshole", he gave me a teasing smile, I was grateful for his sweet, playful side and I grateful that even though my boyfriend was one of his least favourite people in the world, he still apologised about calling him an ass, that's Pope for you.

"You're welcome and... thanks, I uh- I appreciate that, really!"

"Sure... so anyway, I should go, I've gotta meet JJ, but thanks again for the muffin Y/N/N"

"Anytime", giving him a kind smile which he mirrored before walking away, sending a small wave my way before he turned the corner, going out of sight.

It was weird, sitting here waiting for Sarah, my brain kept travelling to a certain Kook and it wasn't the one my brain should be fixated on but you can't control your feelings I guess...

Before I could get even more in my head about how much of a terrible person I was, Sarah joined me at the bench, we chatted about the test and then headed off to English together.

Little did I know that the certain Kook I was thinking of was thinking of me too.

"Hey babe!", Sarah pulled me from my daydreaming and back to reality, "You okay?"

"Hey, yeah, no yeah I'm... I'm good!", I reassured her.

"Okay then... how'd you find the test?", she moved on to a different topic even though I knew she didn't believe me.

"Really good, Pope helped a hell of a lot"

"See, ditching your ass of a boyfriend was worth it", she smiled at me, reassuring me I'd been in the right about the whole Topper situation, and also mirroring what Pope had called Topper mere minutes ago.

"Yep, definitely was! Uh anyway... how did you find it?"

"You know we, I'm a pro at this math stuff!", she joked and we both laughed at her silliness, "So I'm gonna pretend that you weren't daydreaming about my brother, and you're going to pretend that I'm good at maths so I don't have to feel like a failure, yeah?"

"Yeah", I laughed, "And for what it's worth, I aren't a failure honey, far from!", I pulled her in for a comforting hug which she gladly accepted.

-

The rest of the school week dragged on and on. I found myself daydreaming about Rafe more than once, thinking about him in class, on the rides home from school with Sarah or Topper thinking about how I wished Rafe was the one driving me home, thinking about him when I looked at the empty table next to me at dinner, or the empty space in my bed where he should be laying. Let's just say that my mind was completely and utterly consumed by any and everything Rafe Cameron. I'd been doing my best at avoiding Topper as much as I could this week, wanting to avoid the guilt I felt when I was with him, the guilt that I'd been with someone that wasn't him (even though we on a break, it still just felt like cheating), been thinking nonstop about someone that wasn't him, been wishing I was with Rafe and not him... the guilt just kept building up every time he was near and I hated it. So when Sarah invited me to a party, I knew that I had to go.

"Is Topper coming?", I asked her while getting ready in her room.

"It's a party Y/N/N... on a Friday night, of course he'll be there!", she laughed at my weirdness, of course Topper would be there, along with Kelce and, well Rafe.

"Right, duh!", I physically faceplate myself, "I don't know why I even asked"

"It's okay, really, I get it", she gave me a reassuring smile, she'd always have my back and I was thankful for that. "It's not exactly fun seeing your boyfriend and the guy you're in love with in the same vercinity"

"I don't love him Sarah! I just-"

"You just can't stop thinking about him, your time spent together, how much you wish you were with him when he's not around, and you don't want to call that love? Y/N that's exactly how I am with John B, and I love him so... sorry to break it to you but that's love!"

"Oh my God, I love him", I placed my hands into my palms, she's right I really do love him!

"Yep, as you can tell, I clearly saw this coming"

"Sure you did honey, sure you did", I rolled my eyes playfully at her.

"No, really I swea-", she was cut off by a knock on the door, "Come in"

The person we'd literally just been speaking about showed his face.

"Hey, uh- you guys ready to head out? Topper and Kelce are waiting downstairs", his eyes connected with mine as my boyfriend's name slipped out of his mouth.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a second", Sarah chimed in.

At that his eyes were off of mine and the door was closed again. His footsteps gradually fading away.

"Thank you"

"No stress, figured you needed a second after your.... uh, your realisation and that you'll have to share a car with the two of them, but hey, I'll be there!"

"You're the best... let's get out of here"

We left hand in hand, walking down the stairs to my inevitable doom.

"Hey babe", Topper said, pulling me into him by my waist, placing a kiss on my cheek.

I smiled timidly up at him, looking over at Rafe, wishing he was the person I was standing this close to and not Topper.

Rafe gave me back the same look I was giving him, a look of longing, and by the look on Sarah's face, we weren't doing a very good job of being subtle.

Sarah cleared her throat, "Anyway, we should should get going so we aren't late"

At that we all headed out and to Topper's jeep. Topper drove, Sarah insisting I sit next to her in the back, leaving Rafe to take the passenger seat, again... I'm so thankful for her!

We got to the party within five minutes, it being on The Eight made travel times quick.

The first thing I spotted when I got inside were the infamous Pogues, the people I'm lucky enough to call friends and the people my boyfriend, well... doesn't exactly like, at all.

"I thought this was a Kook only party Sarah", Topper grunted, the annoyance of having to share the party with Pogues evident in his voice.

"I never said that Topper, you assumed... that's on you champ", I snickered at her nickname for him.

"What's so funny, huh?", his grip on my waist tightened the tiniest amount, unnoticeable to anyone but me.

"Nothing", I smiled sweetly up at him, God he's just such an ass sometimes, she made a joke, I laughed, it's not that deep Topper.

"Anyway", she looked at Topper and I awkwardly, I'm gonna grab a drink, so..."

"I'll join you", anything to get out of this annoying interaction.

"Be careful", now sure he meant it to be careful in general but it went further than that, he was warning me not to cross a line tonight. Well...

"Messaged received", and... ignored Top, I thought while I smiled up at him again, my smile as sweet as honey.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Good, we don't need another fight, now do we babe?"

I leaned up to meet his ear, "No... we don't"

He kissed my cheek and let his grip on my waist loosen until it disappeared completely.

Sarah and I got to the kitchen, pouring two rounds of shots and downing them in seconds. She then requested that I make her a random mix of whatever looked good while she went to the bathroom.

"Well if it isn't my favourite Kook", John B's voice pulled me from my focus onto the cups in front of me and to his welcoming smile.

"I thought Sarah was a Kook", I teased.

"Nah, she's an honorary Pogue"

"Aah, and I'm what, just a Kook then?"

"Yeah, but with some super awesome Pogue friends", JJ chimed in as he walked into the kitchen and have me a quick hug, clearly having overhead part of our conversation. He grabbed a beer and was out of my sight as quickly as he was in it.

"He's right...", John B backed up our blonde friend, I laughed at both boys comedic nature, "You having fun?"

"I mean we just got here so... not really but I'm sure I will, you?"

"Yeah it's been goo-"

"-Oh shit wait... I'm so sorry to interupt you JB, but isn't this 'Shake It Off'?", both of our eyes widened in realisation of our song being played over the radio.

A few years ago, when I was at a bonfire party, I'd been super drunk and had started playing Taylor's song Shake It Off, relating to the lyrics, relating more than ever to the line "I'm dancin' on my own, I'll make the moves up as I go", and before I knew it John B had joined in to dance with me and ever since that night, whenever it came on, we'd drop everything and dance together, it was the one thing we had that made our friendship as strong as it was, it kept us bonded.

John B laughed before grabbing me by the arm and gently leading me to the dance floor, we immediately started goofing around and dancing completely randomly, just doing our own thing.

"I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE IT OFF, SHAKE IT OFF", we both screamed along to the iconicness that was Taylor Swift lyrics.

I'd failed to notice Tooper's eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

"And to the fella over there with the hella good hair", I pointed at John B, "Won't you come on over baby", I pretend to reel him in, both of us laughing away as he pretended to be caught on my line, "We can shake, shake, shake", Jb and I both moving crazily on every 'shake'. Now I get that to anyone who didn't know the strictly sibling like bond John B and I shared, this could seem sort of flirty but everyone knew that John B and I were strictly platonic friends, that we always had been and always would be. The Pogues knew, Sarah too, and I assumed Topper did too because when the song came on in the car a few weeks ago I told him all about the silly routine John B and I had made up when we drunk off our asses and I assumed he'd listened to me, his 'aah that's cool babe' being the reassurance I'd needed that he did, in fact know about it. Sarah had returned from the bathroom and was recording our dance, laughing at our goofy antics.

I can now only assume that our dance had pissed Toppper off because next thing I knew my arm was being harshly pulled and I'm being dragged into the mostly secluded kitchen.

"Everyone out!", Topper demanded to the few people hanging out in the kitchen, when they made no direct move to leave he raised his voice to a shout, "NOW!", which caused me to flinch slightly.

"What the hell Topper?"

"What do you mean "what the hell, Topper?" huh?", he mimicked my voice, "I'm the one that should be asking that Y/N, you're dancing with your best friends boyfriend like it's nothing, like you don't have a boyfriend yourself!"

"Oh my God Topper, do you have to be so fucking jealous all the damn time!? His is literally the closest thing I have to a brother, we made up that routine years ago at a bonfire and we always do it when the song plays, I literally told you this!"

"How am I supposed to remember everything little thing you tell me, huh? I don't have some photographic memory or some shit Y/N!"

"You act like I tell you trillions of random things all the time", I was feeling a bit defenseless because of his harsh tone of voice.

"Because you do! You say so much useless crap and it's tirin-"

"-Woah, let's all take a breather okay?", Rafe's voice broke the heavy tension present in the kitchen.

"She's flirting with another guy right in front of me, Rafe!"

"I wasn't flirting, fuck Topper how many times must I tell you that John B is like a brother to me!?"

"Okay you two, let's just stop, alright? Top, to clear this all up, she wasn't flirting with John B, it's their thing, they've always done it"

"What the fuck Rafe, you're gonna defend her right now? What happened to bros over hoes?"

"Now I'm a hoe", I laughed unable to believe the shit coming out of his mouth at this point.

"She's not a hoe Topper, just... just go home, okay?"

"No, you know what... I have to ask, what was that look you two shared earlier, hmm? In the foyer at Tannyhill, I saw it, Sarah and Kelce saw it, I mean you'd have to be blind to not see it, so... what was that?"

Okay two options here, we come clean right here and now and cause a huge public fight or do some light lying and delay the inevitable fight for a more private location, preferably where alcohol isn't involved. Yeah no, definitely the latter.

"Nothing..."

"Really? So I was just seeing things then?"

"I don't know Topper, but that look was nothing", I defend.

"Just tell me the truth"

"I am telling you the truth", I am such a terrible person!

"Tell me... No. Cut the shit, just tell me the truth"

"Okay, fine. I can't do this right now", I threw my hands up, completely over Topper's constant interogration.

"Is that like your go to line every time we fight or...?", Topper mocked me.

"You know, that's soo funny Topper!", I rolled my eyes and walked away, going to the bathroom to take a minute to be alone to calm down.

-

Thankfully the bathroom on the second floor was empty so I quickly went in and locked in behind me. Staring at myself in the mirror I tried to find the version of myself who didn't lie and gaslight people, this wasn't me, this wasn't who I was meant to be, I'm meant to be better. My spirarling thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I swear Topper if this is yo-", I rambled while walking over to the door, opening it, 'you're definitely not Topper"

"No, I hope that's okay", Rafe's sweet voice filled my ears, "I just wanted to check on you"

"It's definitely okay, more than okay", I smiled kindly at him.

"Good. I was hoping you'd say that!", he mirrored my smile like he's done numerous times before.

"Uh, come in", I gestured for him to enter, causing me to laugh at my statement. You're inviting him into a bathroom not your house Y/N, internal face palm moment right now. He laughed too, the sound making the butterflies in my stomach flutter. The sound of the door locking behind him did not go unnoticed but it did go unmentioned, we both knew from the look in the foyer earlier today that we would be spending some alone time together one way or another.

"You know, I really thought alcohol would explain Topper being such a dick but he said that he's barely had any so, I'm sorry he's been such an ass... again!"

"Thanks Rafe, it's uh, it's okay, you know? I just... Topper's jealous of me and John B literally just goofing around and us making eye contact, imagine his reaction to finding out that we had sex!", I exclaimed.

"You feel guilty?", Rafe asks.

"Don't you?"

"I do, I just didn't know if you did too"

"I do, but not because I did it Rafe, I feel guilty because I loved every second of it but I know that you didn't and that's okay but I I had to te-"

"-I did too"

"What?", I asked taken aback by his statement.

"I tried to tell you that the other night but you interrupted me saying it meant nothing to you either so I chickened out of telling you"

"If you loved every second of it then why would you help Topper plan a date to win me back?"

"Because silly, I'd helped Topper with the idea before you'd come over. He'd texted the group chat right after you left and I'd helped him, not knowing that I'd be having the best night of my life with you mere hours later"

"The best night of your life, huh?", I asked him with a teasing smirk on my face.

"You see I could play what I said off but I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you. That night meant everything to me and not just because of the sex, which was incredible, but what's even more incredible is your personality, your intelligence, your mesmerising laugh and your completely flawless beauty. I love you with every fibre of my being YN!"

There was a moment of deafing silence, all I could focus on was Rafe's captivating nervous smile. I took a small stride toward him and connected our lips, the pace starting slow and filled with nothing but love, trying to convey every emotion I felt into this kiss. He was quick to fasen the pace of it, deepening the kiss.

I eventually pulled back for air and took the opportunity to do some confessing of my own, "I love you too Rafe, more than I could ever put into words"

His infamous smirk made its way onto his perfect face and he lifted my up effortlessly and placed me onto the counter, going in to kiss me again before I even had a second to catch my breath.

In no time my dress was ripped off and was lying on the bathroom floor, along with his shirt. His pants came next, leaving both of us in just our underwear, kisses being exchanged in a needy manner.

Rafe and I have this tenancy to not be able to stay away from one another, since Saturday evening, all I'd been dreaming about was this... this exact moment with him. The second my eyes connected with his in the foyer at Tannyhill I knew that I was done for, that one way or another I needed to spend time with him, and while this isn't exactly how I'd expected us spending time together, I was not going to complain.

Before any more items of clothing could be removed, there was a knock at the bathroom door causing both Rafe and I to tense up and try communicate with our eyes that clearly only one of us could open the door and that we were praying that the person knocking had seen Rafe and Rafe alone go into the bathroom, as he was the only quickly pulling up his pants and walking over to the door, ready to face whomever was on the other side.

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[arigitywreck]

I made a JJ sticker! Depending on how well this small batch goes, I will do more! Also, send me things you want and I’ll make those too!

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Drew and Chase's ex part 2. Drew feeling a 'little' pissed that he wasn't included in the flash forward (let's say he filmed something for it) and seeing everyone speculate that he won't be in season 4. And then out of spite that none of the cast have neither confirmed or denied the rumour in interviews he decides to fuck yn in one of their trailers while filming season 4 and that is how they all find out 😂

And since they wanna be chill with Chase I would say either Jonathan's or Austin's because they're good friends.

Leftovers p2

(Gif credit to owner)

Pairings- readerxdrew starkey

Summary- follow in from part 2, read above.

Warnings- unprotected angry kind of public sex, hair pulling, choking, fingering, hand job, language. (18+)

A/n- hey anon, I changed it up a little. Just found it easier to write it prior to season 4 filming. I hope you don’t mind! Let me know what you think 🥰 also this is unedited atm but needed to post as my drafts are being so weird and I can’t open word doc.

Part 1

"Okay, but if I’m in season 4. Why is no one saying yes in the interviews?” Drew argues, he’s pacing the living room floor.

The vein in his arm is protruding from the way his fist is tightly balled up. “Why am I being told not to say anything?”.

You knew if you weren’t over, half his furniture would be turned upside down and his knuckles would be bruised. He didn’t know how to calm himself down when you weren’t around, he usually bottled things up until they tip him over the edge.

“Whatever”.

You watched as he hung up the phone and brought his arm above his head to throw the phone. “Drew” you sing, his eyes meet yours.

All the anger that had been radiating from him vanishes, he drops the phone onto the couch and walks towards you. Taking a seat next to you, he grabs your face and kisses you. “Thanks for being my anchor” he smiles, your heart skips a beat.

“Do you still want to go to this party JD is throwing for end of season 3? We don’t have to, I mean I know how angry you are” you question, you didn’t really want to go.

You both had been seeing each other on the down low since the night you had sex, so exactly 5 months. You had planned on speaking to Chase but with Drew being busy with interviews and you working in the office until late most night, no one’s schedule ever matched.

That was until you got a text from Chase inviting you to the party, neither of you had hard feelings. You had seen photos online of him with other girls and assumed he had moved on, but you just weren’t sure how he would react to the two of you getting together.

“Oh, we are going” he states, he has a look of mischief on his face but he’s standing and exiting the room before you can even question what’s running through his brain.

-

2 nights go by and you’re stepping out of a taxi, dressed in a black and white checked dress that meets your knees. You had a good amount of cleavage on display and the waist was snatched.

You and Drew had decided to come separately, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you if paparazzi where to find out about the party. Lucky it was on the down low, and you go unnoticed.

“Hey!” JD yells, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you through the house. He guides you to a bar and grabs you a glass of wine. “So good to see you Y/N! Chase is here somewhere”.

Just as he finishes his sentence you see him walk through the door, he gives you a bright smile and walks over. “Hey!” He greets you, giving you a soft hug and kissing your cheek.

You had only seen each other once since the split, thankfully the second the hug ended, you knew you no longer had feelings for him. You just hoped he felt the same way, you didn’t want to keep you and drew a secret anymore.

“How are you?” You question, taking a sip of the white wine JD had given you. The sweet taste danced over your taste buds.

Conversations begin to flow between the 3 of you and soon the whole cast is gathered in a circle, catching up and chatting about new projects. You said a few things about your own work, but really you just listened.

You still hadn’t seen Drew, you kept checking your phone to make sure he hadn’t bailed. You knew how angry he was, you tried to keep him calm but the second you left his side it just hit him, and he’d search the interviews online.

What seemed like an eternity later; he strode on in. Dressed all in black and frames on his face. He waved at everyone, but you could tell he was anxious. He didn’t like not knowing the future.

“Drew!” Everyone cheered, you waited your turn until you could hug him and say hey. You could feel his lips linger on your cheek and his fingers dig into your hips as a way of saying ‘missed you’.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, you saw Drew occasionally, but he was off talking to everyone. You could see him talking to the show runner and the conversation must have started to get heated as Drew’s fingers kept running over his scalp and his jaw was tense.

You didn’t want to interrupt so made your way to a bathroom, you would do your business and then go back out and see if you could grab his attention without having to go over and interrupt the conversation.

A couple of minutes went by, and you opened the door to leave the bathroom, but Drew stood at the entrance. His hands grip your shoulders and push you softly back inside, closing the door behind him.

He grips your jaw and presses his lips to yours, needy hands touching all over your body. Pushing you up against the cabinets, he helps you onto the countertop. Pushing himself between your parted legs.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands caressing your hips. Pulling you close to him as he lets his tongue explore the inside of your mouth.

The music outside is drowned out by your heartbeat rattling in your ears, your skin was on fire from his touch. You could feel his erection against your clothed pussy, you needed him right there and then.

“Can I touch you?” He breathes, you nod your head. Taking a moment to catch your breath, he reaches between the two of you. Pulling your panties to the side, he pushes you back slightly.

Angling you to lay back against the mirror, nodding for you to bring your feet up onto the countertop, when he’s finally happy with the way your sat. He runs his fingertips between your soaking folds.

An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, he chuckles into your hair. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smirking at how easy it is for him to get you wet. He pushes two fingers inside of you, your mouth gaping open.

“Dre-w, should we be doing this?” You breathed, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You could feel your self-growing wetter, the movements of his fingers becoming fast and sloppy. You don’t doubt that you have covered his hands with your juices. “Hell, yeah we should baby”.

You don’t argue with him, you’re riding your high in JD’s bathroom. Zoned out to the world, grinding your hips into his hand as he brings you over the edge. Your orgasm washing over you with a sense of release, your moans are hidden by his mouth on yours.

You’re reaching into his pants to grab his cock, pulling it out of its confinements. You use your arousal to pump your hand up and down his shaft as he sucks and bites down your throat.

One of his hands fisting the back of your head and pulling you head to the side to give him better access. “Fuck”.

“Feels so good”

“Yeah?”

“So good, I need to be inside of you”

He’s rushing to undo his zip and doesn’t give you time to move position, he’s pushing inside of you with ease. You let out a yelp when he grips your hips and pushes you down onto him harshly. “Fuck, harder Drew”.

“How hard?”

He was still cautious with how he treated you in the bedroom, not wanting to upset you. You had told him a million times he could carve his name on your skin, and you’d still suck his dick. “Make me scream baby”.

He pulls out of you, repositioning you to lean over the countertop. He gives your ass a slap and pushes inside of you again. Bunching your dress up to your hips so he can get a good view of his cock drenched in your juices.

“Oh shit, please Drew harder” you beg, you grip onto the counter. He grips your hair and pulls you back against him, moving his hips inside of you as he reaches around to kiss you.

His hands caress your body, groping your tits. Reaching down to massage your clit, his other hand grips your throat tightly. His eyes are watching the way your own roll to the back of your head, he’s so close to coming just from the way you looked euphoric right now.

“Your so fucking perfect”

“Your mine”

“We are telling Chase”

“I need everyone to know your fucking mine”

You’re coming hard around him, screaming his name out. He places his hand over your mouth to muffle it out slightly, he holds you firmly against him as you shake around him. Your walls pulsating around his cock, milking him until he’s completely dry.

The anger that had once been raging inside of him had gone, he was satisfied and happy. The feeling of you in his arms had him humming with delight.

“Did you mean that last part?” You questioned; he nodded his head. Looking at you through the mirror. You have him a soft smile and turned your head to give him a kiss.

“No way”

You both jump at the voice behind you as Austin stood at the door, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene in front of him. He steps out without saying another word and closes the door behind him.

“I mean, at least it wasn’t chase?” Drew laughs, he slips out of you and helps you clean up. You’re both trying to work yourselves up to get out of the bathroom and to speaking to Chase, it had to happen now. If Austin knew, it was only right Chase did.

“So why did we just have sex in JD’s bathroom?”

“Just me being pissed off with what’s going on with season 4, kind of wanted to just let some steam off. I mean, I’m pissed no one has just said yeah, he’s in the next season.”

“I’m just being salty”

You nod your head in understanding, you would be pissed to if your cast mates pretended like you weren’t going to be in the next season.

“Guys, Chase is coming” Austin barged through the door and pushed you away from one another. He leans against the counter and nods when Chase came up to the door. “Sup man”.

Chase looked between the 3 of you and quirked his brow, peering over your shoulder at the bathroom counter. “Not doing drugs, right?” He laughed nervously.

You all laughed, it was awkward, and your heart felt like it was in your throat. You were nervous and it made it even worse that Austin was in the room, but as though he could read your mind, he pointed his finger to the door and exited.

“What’s going on guys?” Chase questions, he noticed the both of you being awkward. He could tell someone wanted to say something because you both were still in the bathroom waiting. “Chase, man I need to tell you something”.

Chase nods his head and looks at you, you know he wants to ask if you need to be in the room but when he looks back at Drew, he turns to look at you again.

“So those pictures online?” Chase states, no doubt talking about the pictures that those teenage girls had posted online 5 months ago. “Are you seeing each other?”.

Drew looks over at you, making sure you’re okay with him answering. “Yeah” you whisper, you know you shouldn’t be nervous. Your both adults, these feelings honestly can’t be helped, and Chase would know that.

He had to deal with his old feelings with Maddi when you started dating, he was still getting over her and you were fine with that. You gave him his time and he came around in the end.

“Oh shit” Chase breaths, he runs a hand through his hair. He chuckles to himself; Drew can tell your even more anxious now.

His eyes fall to you as you sway on the spot, picking at the skin around your nails. “I’m sorry man, I’ve been meaning to talk to you”. Drew states, he puts his hand on Chase’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry Chase, we did mean to talk to you” you start, your about to add that you didn’t want him to be upset and that you both weren’t walking around hoping to be photographed together but he stops you.

“Hey, hey. It’s totally fine” he says, there was a slight hesitation when he says fine, but his caramel eyes meet yours. “I promise, I mean sure it’s a shock, but we ended things months ago” Chase finished, he gives you a soft smile.

“I’m happy for you both”

He pulls Drew in for hug and gives him a rough pat on the back, you can feel slight tension from them both. Unsure how to react to each other, Chase was understanding. Yes, he felt a little strange that his ex was now dating Drew who had become a close friend of his since season 1.

But if Y/N could deal with Chase having had feelings for Maddi then the least he could do is deal with the two of them becoming a couple. So, he pulled you into a soft hug and before you could pull away. He brought his lips to your ears.

“He will be good for you”

“Thanks Chase”.

-

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 26 of Kinktober: Sex On The Beach With Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Warning: drinking, daddy kink, blowing, riding, teasing, unprotected sex, fingering, getting caught

Y/N’s POV

Rafe and I have been sleeping and sneaking around for a while now and yes we’ve been drinking, he would want me to do different drinks for each other, after a while we would get drunk and we would fuck each other, we’ve done this before so we get comfortable while doing this.

One night, we had sex on the beach, but someone caught us.

“Cheers baby.” Rafe clink our beers together.

“Here’s to our shitty world.” I say.

“That’s true.” He says and drinks his beer.

I drink as well, but something made me want to take my clothes off, Rafe wanted to see how this goes. I took my clothes off except for my bra and panties. I start to sway my hips and start to go down where Rafe is and then I make myself sit in Rafe’s lap and began to make out with him.

“Mmm, is it the alcohol or you just wanted to do a lap dance on daddy?” He says kissing me at the same time.

“Both honey. How about you should take your clothes off as well, I want to make you feel hard.” I say still swaying my hips near his cock.

“Keep swaying baby and I will take them off.” He smirks.

“That’s not fair Rafe, I want you to fuck me daddy.” I pout.

“Call me daddy then I’ll do it.” He says.

“Please daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you,” I pout again.

“And I’ll give you the best blow of your life.” I whisper in his ear.

“I’m already hard.” He whispers in my ear.

I help him take his clothes off, when I got to his boxers, he’s cock looked hard and ready for his baby to ride it and suck on it.

“You look already hard Rafe.” I said looking at his cock and then him.

“I wonder why princess.” He says.

I giggle, I begin to kiss his body then I went down to his hard on and then began to suck, I can hear him moaning which made me go faster, he tugs on my hair to make me stay there. When he came I took every bit of cum, he gasps. After that, I climbed onto him, took my bra and panties off and positioned myself on his dick and began to ride him, he wanted me to go faster, which I did but I wanted to tease him, so I went slow but he copped to it and flipped us over so he can be on top of me.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget who’s fucking you this good again.” He says in a deep voice.

“Fuck me daddy, I already know that you want to kiss between my breasts, you’ve done it before.” I said in a sexy voice he’s heard before.

“You know me like a book.” He smirks.

I giggle again. He fucks me so hard I start to scream in pleasure, his cock feels bigger, I scratch his back which made him go faster. He makes me sit up so he can kiss between my breasts, I moan and tug on his hair. His cock is still inside of me I made him fuck me even more. He stops kissing my breasts and looks at me. He takes his cock out of me, I whimper. But I feel two fingers inside of my cunt. I gasped, he holds me so I’m still sitting up and he kisses me. I moan into the kiss and I make him be on top of me while he’s still fingering me. He does something to his fingers so I can stop kissing him and make my head go up so he can give me love bites. This is the best sex I’ve ever gotten from a man in my life.

“How’s my baby girl?” He says softly while giving me small kisses on my stomach.

“Like a slut wanting her daddy back inside her.” I say heavy breathing.

“You’re not a slut honey, you’re just like a girl any man needs to be with, and I think you should ride me again.” He whispers.

“But I want you back inside me, I miss you already.” I pout.

“If that’s what my baby wants, I’ll give it to her.” He says about to enter into me again.

He enters me again, I scream by the way he goes in and out of me. I might get pregnant by this, fuck me so good I just want him to do this all day and all night and make me feel like I’m not going to see tomorrow.

Eventually, someone caught us and it’s a cop, turns out someone called about a noise complaint on the beach, so the cops came to see what’s going on and sees us naked and we didn’t hear anything around us. So the cops gave us a warning so Rafe and I went back home but he didn’t want to leave me alone at my house so he came in and we kinda went to round 2, me getting fucked on a wall, him and I on the carpet, and us ending our fuck session with us laying in my bed exhausted.

Rafe Cameron might’ve gotten me pregnant, but this session was the best sessions I’ve ever gotten from him or anyone.

[mackenzielovee]

tutoring — rafe cameron

a/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written. all thanks to my girls @r0und3bitch and @lovedetlost , i love and adore both of you , thanks for being you !

warnings: all of them. im serious. SMUT (PinV sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, manipulation of reader, degrading language, dom/sub dynamics)

     It was supposed to be an innocent night. You’d told Rafe to come over to help you study for your finals, given that he’s a math whiz and you aren’t. He’d entered your apartment with textbooks and a pencil behind his ear, but the smirk is what gets you. 

He’d helped you with four problems before, somehow, you found yourself perched in his lap, your dress bunched at your hips by his large hands. Your clothed core grinds against his as you cup his cheek, kissing him like it’s your last time. 

You break the kiss and moan against his lips, rutting your hips into his faster. He combines the fistfuls of fabric into one hand, then uses his free one to palm your ass as he guides you. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, “You’re supposed to be studying, baby. Tucking that pretty lip between your teeth while I tell you you’re doing a good job. You like when I tell you you’re doing a good job?”

“Mhm,” you whine, “I like—I want—”

Rafe’s cruel, low laugh brings a tint to your cheeks, the kind that makes you feel embarrassed. He notices as you slow your movements, leading him to rut his hips up into you. When you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, he smirks. 

“No wonder you needed my help,” he teases you, “Just a dumb little girl, huh? Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

He kisses you again before you can say another word, seemingly doing his best to try and swallow you whole with the aggressive way he takes your mouth. You’re too lost in his kiss to notice his fingers loop through your underwear and yank it off, dropping the soaked fabric onto the couch beside him. 

“Daddy,” you plead, sitting back on his knees as you take in his swollen lips. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he repeats, “I’m gonna take real good care of you. You see, good girls don’t make their daddies wait. Good girls also do their studying before playtime. Now, I know you worked that pretty little brain extra hard on our math problems, so that counts. But you’re not gonna make Daddy wait, are you?”

You bite down on your bottom lip as you shake your head, your eyes wide and pouty as you lean forward. 

“No, Daddy, m’sorry,” you mumble. 

He brings you in for another kiss, “Don’t be sorry, honey. Come here.”

You sit up on your knees again and let him guide your hands down to his belt buckle, where he nods for you to undo it. He sits up just enough for you to pull him out, eyes widening slightly at the length and the girth of him. You swallow and shake your head after a second, knowing you can’t make him wait any longer. 

“Spit on it,” he demands, “Don’t make me ask again.”

You nod, “Yes, sir.”

You lean forward and let your spit fall from between your lips, watching how it floods Rafe’s already leaking tip. Slowly, Rafe guides your hand over him, helping you rub your spit down his shaft. 

“That’s it,” he grins, “Good fucking girl. Get me all ready for you.”

“More?” you ask him, looking down at his wet, hard cock.

“Yeah, baby, more,” he nods, brushing hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

You spit on him again, rubbing it up and down with both hands this time instead of one. Rafe throws his head back on the couch cushion as you stroke him, drawing even more precum from his tip. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “That’s so good. Take your dress off, come on.”

You do as told, removing your hands only for a moment to pull your dress over your head. He grins as you do exactly what you’re told, nodding his head slightly in approval. You bask in the slight nod of praise, wanting more from him. Your hands return to his cock and he grunts when you squeeze him, twisting your wrist and watching his face contort as you do.

“Shit,” he grunts, “You wet for me, baby? You think Daddy can just slide right in? Or do I have to work you open? Make you take me?”

You shake your head slowly, knowing that he knows how wet you are purely by the way you’re leaking on his jeans. 

“I can take it, Daddy,” you whimper.

He smiles, “Gorgeous, filthy thing. C’mere. You talk a big game for such a little girl.”

“I can do it,” you repeat, hovering over him and feeling his tip rub between your folds. 

“Sweetheart,” he pants, kissing you lightly, patronizingly, “When I say take me, I mean all of me. You think you can handle that?”

You nod again, but your hesitance shows through, “Yes.”

He grins, “Daddy’s gonna split you open, honey.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, bucking your hips, trying to force them down. He holds you up with one hand. 

“If you say so,” he smirks, guiding you down and watching you gasp as his tip fills your entrance, “Tap out if you need to. I won’t be mad.”

It’s the first genuine thing he’s said since you climbed onto his lap, and you’re grateful for it. You continue to slide down, gasping and gripping the hair on the back of his head as you stretch to accommodate his girth. 

“Oh,” you whisper, halting your motions and holding yourself still on your knees, “Daddy, I—”

“Relax,” he murmurs, “I can’t get in there if you tense up on me.”

You nod, burying your head in his neck and inhaling his scent as he continues to guide you down. 

“Mmm,” you hum into his skin. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, “You gonna ride my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer, beginning to bounce up and down on him, hoping it’ll stretch you so you can take even more, “Yes, sir.”

“That’s it. That’s fucking it, keep that rhythm, sweetheart. Good girl.”

His praise urges you to continue, and when you sink down even further, his growls grow raw in his throat. 

You whimper and whine as you bounce on him, losing yourself and your ability to think straight as you attempt to draw more sounds from him. 

“Oh, shit. Keep going,” he says, looking down at your connecting cores, “Well, would you look at that?” 

You weep, “What?” 

His pointer finger brushes over the bulge protruding from your stomach, appearing and disappearing perfectly with each bounce of your hips. 

“That’s me, baby,” he tells you with a condescending smile, “That’s Daddy’s cock all in your stomach.” 

“Hmm,” you whine, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes from how much you’re taking, “Daddy.” 

“You’re okay,” he promises, thrusting up into you even harder, “You’re taking me so well. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep bouncin’ all pretty on me. You want me to make you cum?” 

You nod, “Yes, please.” 

Rafe grins and sticks his thumb in your mouth, watching with wild eyes as you immediately wrap your lips around him. After a few swirls of your tongue, he pulls back out and presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles and laughing when you whimper. 

“Oh— Daddy, I’m gonna—“ 

“Yeah?” he smirks, “Only good girls get to cum. And you’ve been Daddy’s best girl, haven’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, unable to form words under the immense pleasure. 

“No,” he says sternly, taking pressure off of your clit, “Say it for me if you want to cum. Say it for me if you want my cum.”

You nod profusely at the thought, your hips bucking shamelessly at the thought of Rafe filling you up. 

“Daddy, please, I want your cum,” you cry. 

“Say it, baby.”

“Mmm,” you fuss, pouting as you stare down at him, not noticing the warm tears that fall down your cheeks, “I’m Daddy’s best girl. I want Daddy’s cum.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” he grins smugly, “I’ll fill you up, honey. Just keep bouncing for me. Squeeze that little pussy.”

You nod for him, and just as Rafe tosses you over the edge, he lets out a loud groan at the sudden tightness surrounding him while you climax. 

“Shit!” he exclaims, “Fuck me, that’s amazing.”

You feel the delicious overstimulation quickly turn to pain once you come down, but you don’t falter. You look forward at Rafe, completely fucked out, you’re sure, and cup his cheek in your palm. His tongue leaves his mouth to wet his lips as his eyes roll back, and you know he’s just one moment away from filling you up. 

“Please,” you whimper, “Please, Daddy.”

He lets out one final, throaty groan and releases, shooting ropes of hot release inside of you. You ride out his orgasm with him until his hips fall, which is when you collapse into his chest. Rafe kisses your sweaty forehead and brushes your hair back with his palm, stroking your back to calm you. 

“You’re everything,” he whispers to you, “So good for me. My little angel, huh?”

“Yes,” you answer, kissing his neck. 

“I feel bad, baby,” he mumbles, “Lets get s’more studying in before you go to bed, okay?”

You pout and shake your head against him, wanting nothing more than to continue to sit here and feel him pulse inside of you. 

“The exam isn’t even worth that much,” you shrug.

He chuckles, “Tell you what. You take a practice test for me now, and if you get at least a B, I’ll fuck you before I go. If you get any lower, well…”

You sit up and smile, giving him a happy kiss before you hop up, feeling his cum instantly start dripping from your core as you do so. 

Rafe doesn’t let you clean yourself up, and instead, watches as you make a mess of your area rug in your living room. You finish your practice test and check your answers twice, biting your lip the way he likes before handing it over. He grades it with a green pen, and doing quick math in his head, he marks the last two correct, even though you’d gotten them wrong. Your hopeful eyes draw him in, and when he sets the test down, he holds a hand out to you. 

“Barely got by, baby, but a promise is a promise. Come let Daddy fill you again.”

Tags (tagging the besties bc idk who wants to be tagged and im insecure):

@itsalexwin @r0und3bitch @lovedetlost @goldenjo @valeriiecameron @storytellingwitht @solllaris @notdisneychannel @bethoconnor @starkeyobx @onmykneesforrafe

[rafecameroninterlude]

toxic!rafe manhandling toxic!reader when she gets bratty or snappy with him

warnings: sorta toxic relationship, cheating accusations, arguing, cussing, yelling, physical violence

[11:15 PM] ‘ray <333’ stopped sharing location with you

“what the fuck?” you sat up, staring at the words on your screen like they weren’t real. you called him not once, not twice, but ten times until you were pacing back and forth, imagining your boyfriend balls deep inside someone else. he said he’d be out dealing with barry on the cut, and that was more than enough reason for you to think of the worst. eventually you calmed down, your head shooting in the direction of the door once you heard it open. “what are you doing up still?” rafe tossed his keys on the dresser, plopping down on the bed with a sigh.

“it’s two in the morning, rafe.” your voice was eerily calm, immediately making his eyebrows knit in confusion. “yeah, and?” he reached for your arm, which you pulled away. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he got up, dragging you with him. “why did you turn off your location?! you didn’t answer any of my calls.. what do you expect me to think?!” you shouted, pushing him in the chest, which turned out to be useless because he didn’t even budge. “i expect you to understand that if i’m not answering the phone it’s because i’m busy conducting business,” his grip on your wrists made your skin burn, “i didn’t just stop sharing my location, but i turned my phone off altogether because barry gets all fuckin’ paranoid. i wasn’t fucking around if that’s what you think.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“you’re a liar.” you shoved him again, this time making him stumble. “how many times have i told you that i don’t even want to look at anyone else, let alone fuck them?! while you’re here driving yourself crazy, i’m out there making money for us so i could keep you happy,” he followed you into your shared closet, taking the bag you were stuffing clothes in, “you’re not going anywhere.” you shot daggers at each other, both of you fuming with anger. “i know that look in your eye. don’t do anything stupid, y/n.” you glanced at the keys on the dresser, rafe already two steps ahead of you as he picked you up and pinned you down to the bed. you let out a yelp, unable to move underneath his weight.

“i love you, alright? i would never hurt you like that. what did i say when i first put that promise ring and that pretty little finger?” your gaze softened, as did rafe’s. “you said you’d always be honest with me.” he nodded, letting your hands free. “i meant every word.” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in slowly, taking your lips in a gentle kiss. as much as you adored this soft side of rafe, you couldn’t help but grind against him, his teeth nipping your bottom lip in response. “now i have to fuck you back in your place.”

[tetragonia]

Rafe Cameron invented manspreading.

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rafe cameron having a short girlfriend…

a/n: i don’t know how i am pumping this much rafe stuff out but we just go with it at this point 🤭

cw/tw: reader is ‘short’ but actual height is never mentioned!

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rafe dating you, his short!girlfriend… would mean after he accidentally put things on the top shelf without truly thinking about it, you would have to wait for someone taller to get it, as it was either that or climbing up onto the counter.

rafe dating you, his short!girlfriend… would mean that he often used you as an arm rest — he would rest one of his forearms on one of your shoulders. sometimes, maybe after he’s had a bit to drink at a party, he would rest both of his arms on your shoulders as he stood behind you, in a sort of hug.

rafe dating you, his short!girlfriend… would mean that his jumpers would be so long on you — especially on the arms. if you ever wore one, you would either have to push the sleeves up or fold them over a few times, otherwise it was just be unpractical.

rafe dating you, his short!girlfriend… would mean that forehead kisses from him become very common, because it’s honestly too much effort sometimes for a proper kiss when you’re both standing up.

rafe dating you, his short!girlfriend… would mean that he would have to spend a substantial amount of time fixing his seat after every time that you drive your. passenger seat was always a lot further foreword and higher, and rafe would never let anyone change it, because he knew how long it took to get it ‘just right’.

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