chxrry-moth

[chxrry-moth]

hihi could you write about pogue!reader who's been in love w jj for like ever and everyone EXCEPT for him know? and like at some point they become fwb bc its easier for her to have something rather than nothing but it does more harm than good lmao (w angryish love confession from her and a confused bc he had no idea but also in love jj)

and we both drew blood

jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, slight jealousy, angst, fluff, alochol consumption, happy ending

summary — after everything finally builds up, you tell jj how you feel.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i really hope i did well but i kinda wrote this fast so please forgive me if it sucks. please request more!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

your hands mindlessly gripped the sheets of your bed, whimpering when he hit that deep spot inside of you as he thrusted into you from behind. “oh fuck, j. i‘m gonna cum,” you babbled out as best you could without stuttering.

jj huffed out a laugh and gripped your hips a little tighter to pull you back against him in time with his thrusts. “yeah? ‘m close too,” he mumbled in response as he began to speed his pace up. “cum for me, baby. wanna feel your pretty little pussy squeezin’ my cock.”

you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip to suppress a scream theatening to leave your lips. one of his hands reached around and underneath you to rub tight circles on your clit, making you cry out and moan in overwhelming pleasure. “oh my fuck,” you spluttered between pants. “i’m coming—fuck, jj!”

“always such a good girl for me,” he mumbled, focused on the sight of him sliding in and out of you and a white ring formed around the base of him. he continued rubbing your clit quickly to ride your orgasm out. “shit, baby. so fuckin’ tight around me. squeezin’ me so good. best pussy i’ve ever had.”

you felt tears slip past the corners of your eyes as he fucked into you harder and quicker until he was pressing himself as deep into you as he could and filling you with his warm cum. he smoothed his hands down your aching back and leaned down to kiss the skin of your spine. “that’s it, angel. jus’ fuckin’ take it,” he rasped out while still gently caressing your skin.

when he finally began to soften inside of you, he slowly and carefully pulled out before laying another kiss to your skin then disappearing off to the bathroom to grab a towel. he ran it under warm water, wringing the excess out and returning to you.

he gently grabbed your thighs and turned you over onto your back so you could lay comfortably. “you still with me, sweetheart?” he asked considerately.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. your hips jerked when he ran the towel over your spent cunt to clean you up.

jj chuckled softly before launching the fabric to your bucket of dirty laundry and laying down beside you. he pulled you into his chest, your head against the firm muscle and his hands making quick work to throw the blanket over the two of you. “need anythin’ from me? water? a snack?” he questioned.

you shook your head and curled into him further. “i’m good. jus’ tired,” you slurred, still slightly out of it and very very sleepy.

“i’ll head out then and let you get some rest,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

before he could make another move, you quickly objected. “want you to stay a little longer, j. you’re warm.”

he smiled to himself and shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, knowing he’s probably be here for an hour or two.

the next night, everyone was gathered around at the boneyard for another kegger like they often did on warm summer nights. kooks, pogues, and tourons on littered across the beach with red solo cups in their hands and music playing through the air.

“hey! where were you last night?” sarah asked as he and kiara approached when they finally saw you arrive. “we waited for like, half an hour before we gave up on you.”

you saw the knowing look on kie’s face, rolling your eyes and looking down at your cup of beer. “yeah, sorry guys, something came up and i was stuck at home.”

the brunette couldn’t help but snort. “did the ‘something’ have to do with jj?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “john b and pope said he never showed to the chateau last night.”

you looked around, wondering how you could get out of this even though you already knew you were busted. “you know,” you began with absolutely no clue where to go with this. “somethings happen.”

kiara immediately smiled and clapped her hands then pointed at sarah. “i told you! you owe me twenty bucks,” she said excitedly. “it’s not that hard to find out, babe. we all know you guys are hooking up.”

you shrugged and took another sip of your drink. “i mean, its not exactly a secret.”

sarah gave you a knowing look. “i don’t get why you don’t just tell him how you feel. we all know you guys have liked each other for years.”

shaking your head, you waved off the idea. “i doubt he feels the same way about me and i’m not gonna embarrass myself if he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “and besides, i like where we’re at right now.”

kiara rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. “oh, come on. no you don’t. you’re upset because you wish there was more between you guys,” she stated. “hanging onto these little bits and pieces is only hurting you more in the long run.”

“guys, it’s not that big of a deal. we just hookup casually every now and then and thats it. i’d rather have some part of him than have nothing at the end of the day,” you admitted. “and it’s not hurting me, i’m fine!”

sarah tilted her head at you, as if to say ‘seriously?’ “dude, we all see it. you’re getting your hopes up and then he’s just letting you down. just tell him how you feel and then at least if he says he doesn’t want anything, then you can move on peacefully and live your life without delusions.”

kiara nodded in agreement. “she’s right babe. we don’t wanna attack you or anything or come off as rude, we jus’ wanna see you happy and you’re obviously not right now,” she said softly and sincerely. “you should really tell him how you feel. i’m sure you’ll be pretty happy with how it turns out.”

you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and looked around to see what was going on only to feel your heart begin to break in your chest. jj was leaned up against a tree with a girl clinging to his arm. she almost looked like you in a way. same hair color and length, similar facial features, similar build.

it made your lip wobble and your stomach turn uncomfortably. “i really appreciate that guys, but i’m just gonna head back to the chateau for a little bit,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.

the two followed your gaze to jj and the girl, both their faces dropping in a matter of seconds. “do you want us to come with you?” sarah asked softly.

when you shook your head and sniffled to stop the tears, kiara took you into her arms and gave you a tight hug. “you’re gonna be okay. you’re one of the strongest people i know.”

you smiled sadly before the two wished you off with gentle reassuring affirmations. you made the long walk to the chateau in silence as you sipped on what was left of your alcohol and thought about what to do next.

you couldn’t realistically continue this fling with him if he was messing with another girl, even though you technically had no reason to be upset. you were friends with benefits, not dating or exclusive. he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.

yet the nights he’d stay over after making you feel better than you ever had, fucking you so soft and sweet, kissing you so passionately when he’s buried inside you, defending you around everyone, protecting you always, opening up to you about his most personal details, complimenting you every chance he gets. you didn’t understand why he’d do all these things just to go off with someone else.

once you finally arrived, you’d immediately walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and your old cup. you quickly poured yourself a shot, or two, or three. you didn’t really remember. you also couldn’t remember how much time had passed since you had left the party.

you’d found yourself standing at the shoreline of the beach directly outside of the front door to the chateau. you stood barefoot in the warm sand just far back enough to where the water couldn’t touch you.

you crossed your arms over your body to preserve some of the heat before sighing and rolling the kinks out of your neck. you felt your body and mind start to slowly relax from the various shots you’d taken. it felt like everything had finally gone quiet.

unfortunately for you, that didn’t last long. “hey! where’ve you been? i’ve been looking all over for you. i thought something might’ve happen to you,” jj half shouted as he approached you from the direction of the boneyard. “what happened, cupcake? sarah and kie told me you weren’t feelin’ too hot.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “looking all over for me?” you repeated as a question. he had to have been lying.

he looked almost confused. “yeah…you’ve been gone for like an hour,” he replied. “i checked the whole party for you.”

“was that before or after you were all over that girl?” you blurted out. you almost instantly regretted it. you didn’t even really want to know.

his expression changed into one you couldn’t quite read. “what?” he asked, voice just above a whisper now. “i went searching for you the moment you left kiara and sarah.” you shook your head in disbelief and turned your head back at the ocean. “i don’t get it. what did i do wrong?”

you took a deep breath and hugged your body tighter when a strong gust of wind blew past you. “i’m not gonna keep doing this jj. god, you’re so oblivious!” you snapped finally, turning your full body to see his. “i mean, at this point i feel like i’m throwing myself at you! i’m always trying to be around you, catering to you, showing you that i’m here for you, asking you to hang out— i even agreed to be fucking friends with benefits just to have something with you!”

you stopped for a minute and sighed. “i ask you to stay the night, to just hold me whenever theres a chance, i ask you to run errands and shit with me just to spend time with you jj. i can’t make it anymore clear how much i like you and i feel like you’re giving me signals sometimes that maybe you feel the same way but then the next day you just act like nothing happened and the inconsistency is killing me!”

jj looked stunned. like he would’ve never seen this coming in a million years as if it weren’t totally noticeable. the pogues all saw they way they felt about each other except them.

“if you don’t want me or see anything, can you please just say that?” your voice shook slightly as you spoke as if the conversation was starting to sober you up and the confidence you once had is gone. “i really fucking like you jj and its really hard to keep acting like everything we do means nothing to me because thats just not true. if you see me as nothing more than just friends with benefits or just friends, please just tell me so i can get over you.”

his mouth was slightly agape as he listened to you talk, shocked that you had all this built up inside. you guys were best friends and he truly thought he’d known everything about you. this was something he would’ve never guessed you’d be keeping from him. his lips twitched like he was gonna say something but the words never came. it was just awkward, tense silence.

you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling as tears of embarrassment clouded your sight. you took one last look at him, your glossy gaze locked on his unreadable one, before deciding to head back into the chateau to grab your things.

he quickly lurched forward and grabbed onto your wrist to keep you from moving any further. “please don’t go,” he said softly. he slid his hand down your arm and took your hand in his before doing the same with the other. “i didn’t know you felt like that, sweetheart.”

you averted your eyes from your interlocked hands up to his pretty blue ones that you’d fallen for over the years. “i’ve always thought you were too good for me. too nice, too smart, too pretty. thought i was always jus’ your best friend,” he said, titling his head slightly and staring right into you. “i really fucking like you too, cupcake. and saying i don’t want you would be a lie.”

a soft gasp left your lips at the confession. never in a million years did you ever think you’d hear those words come out of his mouth in real life. you could’ve swore that only happened in dreams.

what you especially didn’t expect was for him to grab your hips and pull you into him, kissing you full of passion, love, years of wanting. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck before tilting your head a little more to deepen it as his tongue soothed over yours.

once the two of you needed to pull away for air with spit-slick and puffy lips, he was the first to speak. “you’re all mine now, right? my beautiful girl all to myself?” he asked, earning a nod and a hum of approval from you. “good. ‘nd i’m all yours, baby.”

you smiled and pulled him back into you for another kiss. only then did you hear whistling and hollering along with obnoxious claps that you could easily distinguish as your friends returning back from the boneyard.

[chxrry-moth]

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ❞ 𝜗ৎ ‧

he wanted so badly to see her smile... dealer!jj x sweetpogue!reader ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

content ✮⋆˙ sweet jj, fluff

❛ hey princess. ❜ he grins. toying with his lighter. watching you intently as you walk down the dock. clad in your usual. old sweater three sizes too big, little skirt leaving little to imagine. favourite thigh high socks and leg warmers with your dirty converse. laces tied in little perfected bows. “you here for your usual?” he wonders, even though he already knows the answer. pink blunts rolled and ready to go, shoved in his cargo pockets. just incase he ever bumps into you.

despite the day you’ve had, his nickname for you has your heart skipping a beat, flutters taking over the ache in your chest. just for a moment. before it’s replaced. the pounding in your head coming back. and the twisting feeling in your stomach.

a gentle breeze passes and he swallows, eyeing the peak of your lucious thighs. skirt flowing up for a mere second. giving him a peak of the pretty lace underneath. ignoring the heat that rises to his cheeks, he clears his throat and glances back up to your pretty face as you come to a stop beside him.

“m’yea. js’ the usual.” your voice is quiet. timid. so unlike you that it has jj’s brows furrowing. concern sparking in his chest. he eyes the way your hands shake by your sides. the dullness in your eyes. your tired. it’s been a long day. and all you want is to forget. just for a little while. to stop feeling.

“hey.” jj’s voice is soft. he tries to catch your eye, but failing. he pushes off the banister, slipping the lighter into his pocket before standing straight. he brings a gentle hand up to cup your cheek, lifting your pretty face up so he can see you better. see the unshed tears that cloud your vision.

your teeth sink down into your swollen lip to stop it from trembling. his touch is warm. and gentle. and it has the ache in your chest calming. you look up into his ocean blues, seeing the concern in them makes your heart swell.

“can you just help me forget? please?” you plead. eyes growing larger, puppy—like without even realising it.

jj’s expression softens, feeling his own chest ache. strangely so. at the sight of you so in pain. “i can do that, princess. for you, i can.” he nods, rubbing the soft skin of your full rosy cheeks.

you close your eyes, savouring this moment. remembering the warmth his hands bring you. the way he makes the pain go away. you open them back up, making sure to stare right into his when you say, “thank you, jj.”

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[chxrry-moth]

hiii could you do the reader and jj diving for the necklace, getting attacked by those guys, and jj goes to get the reader with the group checking up on them and they end up getting the bends, going to the hospital to be put into that chamber and it’s just really cute and soft <3

Hyperbaric Chamber

jj maybank x reader

OBX season 4 SPOILERS

a/n: I was hoping someone would request this! I didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so I didn’t include it but let me know if anyone wants smut in the hyperbaric chamber!

“Look, it’s too dangerous for you to dive alone Im going with you,” you stated.

“You sure?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah I’m sure. It’s not safe. You need a buddy.”

“It’s 80 feet down in the dark.”

“I already decided so,” you replied.

“Okay, that’s that.” JJ spoke.

You and JJ were going to receive an amulet that had been said to break the curse of the Genrettes that’s haunted their family for over 300 years. You were a little nervous but you knew you had JJ with you. You and JJ, plus Pope and John B take the boat out to where Blackbeard’s ship was wrecked.

“Don’t forget your safety stop, all right? Fifteen feet for three minutes. Hear that, JJ? Fifteen feet, three minutes,” Pope reminded you both.

“Copy that.”

“Or what?” you ask.

“The bends, remember? Nitrogen in the blood, excruciating pain, death, et cetera, et cetera.” Pope recites.

JJ looks at you and you can tell he will never forgive himself if something happened to you. “Hey you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Okay.”

“Diver down.”

“Diver down.”

You and JJ put on your gear and fall back into the water. You both turn on your flashlights and swim down into the water. There’s a lot of fish but you finally reach the ship. JJ pushed open a window and you both go through it.

JJ finds the necklace and uses his knife to break it off the wall. Out of nowhere someone attacks you and takes your breathing tube out of your mouth. JJ takes his speargun and thrusts it at the guy, he manages to shank him in the arm.

JJ starts to fight with the guy and the guy ends up locking JJ out. JJ calls out to you, his voice desperate and he bangs on the door. The guy grabs you by the leg and cuts off your tank leaving you with no air. JJ screams for you and you scream for him.

JJ managed to break a hole in the door and he put his arm through and unlocked it. He then urgently gave you his mouth piece to give you some air. He looked down at his monitor and saw that there was only 17 seconds left.

“We gotta go now.” JJ urged.

You finally reached the surface and you both gasped for air.

“You okay?” JJ asked.

“Yeah. That was so close.”

“I know.”

“Who the hell was that down there?” JJ questioned.

“Where’s John B?”

The two of you start yelling for Pope and John B. They hear you and you swim over to them. Pope gets the ladder.

“Y/N, hand me your stuff,” Pope offers.

You let out a groan.

“Wait. Where’s your BCP?” Pope asks.

“It’s gone.”

“What? What do you mean it’s gone?”

“I mean, it’s gone.”

“You all right?”

“Yeah.”

“There was a guy that tried to kill us.” JJ breathed.

“We saw a boat out here too. They were armed. We need to get out of here now,” Pope said urgently.

“No, you don’t understand. There’s a guy down there-“ JJ was cut off.

“There’s a boat. We just saw it pass,” Pope repeats.

John B starts to move the boat and you all sail out of there. Once you all get back to the château John B speaks, “Alright what the hell happened?”

“Someone tried to kill us,” you responded.

“What? Why would someone try to kill you? That doesn’t make sense,” Pope was confused.

“Obviously, they were going after the same thing we were, right?” John B stated.

“My stomach hurts,” you announced.

“Hey, man, did you take your safety stop?” Pope inspects JJ’s eye.

“I’m gonna say it one more time. Someone was trying to kill us. We did not make the safety stop,“ JJ replied.

“They have the bends. We need to get them to the hospital. Now.” Pope says worried.

Everyone hopped in the twinkie and John B drove as fast as he could. You and JJ were moaning and groaning in pain. Sarah told you to take deep breaths.

“Y’all are not going to believe this,” JJ says as he hands the amulet to Sarah.

“You found it?”

“Holy shit.”

After what felt like forever you finally make it to the hospital. Your friends held you up as you walked in. Pope explained that you went diving and you need help.

“Their vitals and mental status is stable, and the pain scale is moving in the right direction, but they still need time in the hyperbaric chamber. They just bought themselves 12 hours in the tank,” the nurse said to John B.

The two of you were in a lot of pain and you were panting as you laid down in the chamber.

“Y/N.”

“Mmm.”

“You almost died. I should’ve never let you go down there,” JJ says with regret.

“Then who would’ve saved your life?” You reasoned.

“I saved you too.”

“Ya know we’re in here for 12 hours,” you began.

“Yeah but there’s no one else I’d rather be in here with,” JJ shared.

“You’re sweet.”

“You’re my whole world you know that? I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you.”

“I’m here J, right here,” You take his hand and hold it as you lay down.

JJ looks at you and then looks at your lips. You scoot closer to him and lean in. JJ cups your face with one hand and places his lips on yours. The kiss was needy but gentle. JJ was relieved to be kissing you. Your lips were crushing together.

You felt warm all over and your stomach was tingling. JJ’s heart was palpitating. JJ’s tongue explored your mouth. You lapped up his mouth. After making out, you took a breath and JJ brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“My beautiful girl,” JJ whispered as he cradled your face.

“I love you so fucking much,” JJ confessed.

“I love you too.”

“I’m gonna marry you some day. We’re gonna live on the beach and have a bunch of kids. It’s gonna be perfect,” JJ talked to you about your future.

“Sounds like a dream,” you stated.

“It will be. So do you want a small wedding or a big wedding?” JJ asked.

“Hmm maybe something small and intimate. Like just the pogues and family,” you suggested.

“Yeah I like that idea. Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?”

“What about Greece or Italy or Fiji?” You thought out loud.

“Any of those would work for me, as long as i’m with you,” JJ replied.

You rested your forehead on JJ’s forehead and smiled. You spent the rest of your time in the chamber cuddling and talking. It was an experience. You turned out just fine and you had JJ so that was nice.

[chxrry-moth]

jake lockley- bad girl

Summary: Jake has a smoking kink, and a way for you to indulge him without consequences. (~1.6k)

Contents: 🔥 18+ nsfw, fem!reader, smut, oral (f receiving), smoking kink, p in v, talking about pain/burning as a kink, smoking (psa: don’t do it)

part of @moonknight-events: MK spring ‘24 Bingo Event

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Jake takes out his cigarette case as soon as he gets home, hangs his jacket over a chair in the kitchen.

The case is covered in smooth, black leather. The edges are soft, as if molded over the years to the shape of his fingers and the curve of his chest where it rests in his inside pocket. A bold ‘L’ is embossed in the front.

“Welcome home. Don’t smoke inside the apartment,” you say, looking up from where you’re reading in bed.

Jake walks from the living room over to the window close to you. He opens it, a rush of cold, night air blows inside.

You quickly set aside your book, shivering because you’re sitting on top of the blankets and not under them. “Close the window. It’s freezing out there.”

Jake grins at you, his eyes crinkling deeply at the corners. He takes out one, slim, white cigarette. “I know it’s cold, mi vida, that’s why I’m smoking in here. What am I supposed to do?”

You give him a look and a sharp tilt of your head. “Quit. It’s bad for you.”

“There have to be some advantages to this avatar gig. I’ll never die from lung cancer. Let me have my vice, hermosa. The only one I have other than you.” He holds the case and cigarette in one hand and gets his gold lighter from his pants pocket with the other.

“I could die from second hand smoke,” you say.

Jake’s eyebrows furrow. “No, you can’t.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure my body wouldn’t ask you permission before it-“

He waves your words away. “No, mi vida, I mean we worked it out with Konshu. You’re not going to get sick. Ever.”

The wheels start turning in your head. “Like, ever? Ever, ever?”

One side of his mouth curls up as he puts the cigarette between his lips and flicks his lighter open. He takes a deep drag as he lights up, the tip glowing red and yellow, sizzling quietly.

He holds the cigarette between his fingers. The smoke blows out his nose, twin white plumes.

He licks his lips. “Have you gotten sick since we got together?”

You shake your head slowly.

“Allergies?” Jake asks, taking another drag and blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth. “A hangover? Food poisoning? Aches and pains? You don’t even cough when you smell my cigarette smoke.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper. “What did you do?”

Jake holds the cigarette in his mouth and gets another, fresh one out. He sits on the bed and tosses the case and lighter aside. 

“It was Marc’s idea. So you’d be safe when we were away. Steven negotiated. I stopped working until the bird agreed. A team effort. You woulda been proud of your boys,” he winks at you.

He swaps the lit cigarette for the unlit one in his mouth. He inhales, holds the ends together and lights up a second one. Swaps them back, and holds out the new one toward you.

“No, thank you,” you say immediately.

“Now that you know it’s not dangerous for either of us,” Jake says, “I’ve always had this thing for women who smoke. Bad girls.”

You almost snort. “Why am I not even a little bit surprised.”

The tip of Jake’s tongue traces along his bottom lip. “Just hold it for me. Let me look at you.”

He taps the ash into an empty tea cup on the nightstand. You reach out to take the cigarette, but Jake smiles.

“Like this,” he says, positioning your fingers so you can hold the cigarette between them like you’ve seen him do a million times.

You hold it, feeling awkward. Jake puts his out, starts undoing the buttons of his shirt to get more comfortable. It draws your attention lower, to where he’s already bulging against the zipper of his black pants.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” You ask.

“Oh, hermosa, you have no fucking idea.” Jake says, taking his shirt off.

You reach your arm out and mimic Jake’s motions to tap the cigarette ash off the end and into the cup.

With a glance at Jake, you lift it back up, and set it lightly against your mouth.

Jake’s lips part, his eyes glued to your motions as you round your lips around the end of the cigarette and inhale. It doesn’t burn your throat. It doesn’t hurt. It tastes familiar, like Jake. 

You pull it away and blow the smoke back out through your pursed lips, toward his face.

You hear him swallow, his breath shallow.

“Do that again,” he says.

Jake is usually so controlled. It’s headier than your first cigarette, the sound of his voice. Like you’ve hypnotized him. Like he’s two seconds away from ripping away your clothes and losing it all over you.

You repeat the motion, Jake leaning into the cloud of smoke you create. His hands come down on either side of your hips. He pushes up the shirt you’re wearing to sleep, his fingers pulling at the elastic of your underwear and making quick work of taking them off.

You inhale another long drag, from the side of your mouth this time, so he can see everything. Jake’s face tips up and you blow the smoke in his direction. He moans quietly.

“Open your legs,” he says.

You part your thighs and Jake lays on his stomach, his eyes on you.

“No,” he says when he sees you move the cigarette toward the cup, “keep smoking it.”

You tap the ash off and bring it back to your mouth, just as Jake’s descends over you. The smoke rushes out of your mouth as you gasp at how he immediately presses his open mouth onto your hot skin, the flat of his tongue catching your clit and then diving back down to bury inside of you.

Shakily, you put the cigarette back in your mouth, your other hand threading through his curly hair. It’s hard for you to inhale steadily as he rubs his lips over you. You pull it away as Jake sucks gently on your clit until you moan around the smoke that exits your mouth.

He hums as his tongue licks inside of you, pushing and playing with you. You feel a gush of wetness and your first orgasm already building from Jake’s hot, hungry eyes still on you.

You take a quick drag and hold in the smoke as you come, air stuck in your lungs.

“That’s it,” Jake says. He pushes two fingers inside of you, making you whine, the white smoke rushing out of you as your sensitive, clenching walls grip him.

You twist your body away slightly and Jake pulls out of you, licking his fingers. You try to get your breath back.

Jake snakes his way up your body, taking the cigarette from your hands to tap it on the cup. You look up at him with a smile and he puts it back between your lips gently. Jake undoes his belt and pants.

“Can I light another one for you?” He asks, his voice hoarse.

“Jake, I can’t smoke while we have sex,” you say.

“Please,” he asks, an edge of desperation creeping in.

You nod. He uses his lighter this time, taking a brief inhale before he hands you the fresh one and dumps the old into the cup.

“Steven’s going to be pissed you used that as an ashtray,” you say.

“I want you to tap the ash straight onto my chest, but we can work up to that,” Jake says with a cocky smile as he settles between your legs.

Your eyes pop wide.

Jake grins. “Right now, you’re all mine. Bad girl.”

You put the cigarette back between your lips, inhaling just so you can create a cloud of hazy white around you and Jake. By your next inhale, Jake’s already inside of you, his mouth open so you can blow it straight at him.

It's almost impossible to balance the smoking with the pleasure, but Jake's so turned on, and you're so into how he's looking at you, that you keep going. Letting him fuck you with long, languid strokes of his hips. You grip his hair in one hand, and make sure you don't lose the cigarette in the other.

Eventually, the cigarette burns down to your fingertips, Jake finally getting rid of it before it burns you, when he’s made you come again, when his cum is sticky between your legs and you can feel him finally relaxing against you.

He kisses you, his tongue tangling lazily with yours.

“So, do you still have a cigarette after sex if you’ve been smoking the entire time?” You ask him.

“Yeah, if you want your boyfriend to fuck you again,” Jake says, one of his hands caressing up and down your still-warm skin. “Maybe we can take it further this time.”

“The ash thing?” You ask as Jake reaches for his cigarette case and lighter.

“That, and maybe more. You know I like a little pain sometimes, and the body heals,” he says, his eyes still dark.

He puts an unlit cigarette between your lips, “inhale gently.”

You do, and he flicks open his lighter and holds up the flame. The end catches and burns. You take it back out of your mouth and press it between Jake’s lips. He smokes it with practiced ease before you take it back.

"It's not so bad, actually. I think I could get used to this," you say.

Jake's eyes light up, a familiar grin as he pulls you down the bed to fit under him again. “I always knew you were a bad girl at heart.”

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Square- "O" smoking kink

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jj x reader cockwarming!! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ #03 (sorry bout the spelling mistakes!)

jj often takes you with him when he goes fishing, he basically does all the work and you sit there flipping through a magazine or sunbathing. and just like all the other times, watching your boyfriend’s veins form his arms stand out as he lifts buckets of fish and what not, looking all manly. and sure he’d smell a little salty and his hands a little fishy but you couldn't care less, all you could focus on was the throb of your clit and the need to have your tired boyfriend’s dick inside you asap.

at some point he dramatically stretches and leans back on into the car seat, a joint held tightly to his pursed lips. you both are seated in the front of a dingy little truck you found for him at some junk yard car place, you had surprised him with it for his birth last year and though it needed some work jj was still entirely greatful.

jj inhales, his eyes closed while you’re seated sinked on top of him, your fingers tangle in messy blonde hair, his cock pulsating warming inside you.

“jay? please put it out…im so tired and i really wanna cum!” you whine, rocking your hips slightly. you pout and lay your cheek down onto his shoulder as he continues to hold you down with his hand on your hip. you too had been like this for about 30 minutes now, just cock warming him and you had tried to fuck yourself on his cock, but nothing seemed to work to ease the need for him to just slam you down on his dick.

“baby, how could you be tired, you literally did nothing the whole time hmm?” he coos, before inhaling again and then blowing out smoke from his nose.

“keep tellin ya, if you wanna cum, you jus’ gotta wait till papa j s’ready…” he speaks with a soft growl, squeezing the flesh of your hip. you whine again to get your point across, rocking your hips again against his. the wet sounds of your cunt and the feeling of your clenching pussy finally made him give in and help you out,

“gimme a sec baby cakes, i’m almost done” slurs, finishing off the joint and stubbing it out in the ashtray in the cup holder. he grabs your face to make you look at him, the strong grip on your jaw probably is going to leave a mark from his rings. he blows the last of the smoke out of his nose again and then pulls your face in to give you the sloppiest kiss.

“really wanna get fucked, really bad…” you pine, all these smells overwhelming your senses. the earthy saltiness of your boyfriend, the smell of his joint and the smell of your wetness…

“imma take care of you now, kay?” he smiles before his other hand finds your other hip, lifting you up effortlessly and then slamming into you from underneath. “iv’e gotchyou babe, just take it.” the force of that singular thrust has your eyes closing shut and your nails to dig into the skin of his neck.

your boyfriends cock hitting deep into your soaking cunt at a bruising pace, up and down up and down, against your sweet spot over and over again.

“like a pretty little sex doll you know that?- cept your warm…” he jokes,

your head lolls into the little spot under his jaw, drooling on his shoulder, your eyes clenched shut as you whine,

“don’t be funny right now! im- oh! you’re being mean…” the tight coil in your belly starts to snap as he continues to slam you down on his dick sloppily, your clit rubbing against his skin giving you little shockwaves of pleasure.

“m’sorry- fuck! love you, you know that….” he grunts, fucking up into you as you start to feel the way his cock starts to throb sending you over the edge. you squeal into jj’s mouth in an attempt to kiss him while you creamed all over his cock. he just continues to groan and fuck up into you through your orgasm, and eventually his.

after coming down from both your highs, you continue to sit there impaled on his dick, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you try and sit up and move back to the passenger seat but jj hold you down on him and shushes you.

“no no angel, you wanted to cum that bad? were gonna keep goin till you can’t take it,”

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jj maybank headcannons

pairings: bsf!jj x bsf!reader

requested by this ask!!

you two nap on the hammock all the time, sometimes even sleeping on it together, both of your limbs tangled within each others.

jj definitely steals your waves when you two are surfing at the beach, and he makes it up to you by rolling you a blunt

you’re literally his partner in crime, trespassing old houses and stealing little things together. you both also have the talent of making lies on the spot and also making them match, so that’s a win.

when you wear outfits that show a little bit of skin, whether its a cropped top, or denim shorts, he's always got a hand hooked around ur waist, or around ur shoulders.

your personal handyman. anything of yours thats broken, he fixes.

walks around your room and smells your perfumes and candles, even getting into your makeup and bombarding you with questions about it and where it goes

burps in your face on purpose even though he knows you hate it

calls you "princess" and his "pretty girl" very often

collects seashells for u, and when he gives them to you he says "for m'lady" with a big goofy smile plastered on his face

your the only one he trusts to patch him up and talk to about his problems with his "dad" knowing you'll always listen and understand where he's coming from.

this is kinda short, but your girl has to sleep. goodnight😭

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there's something about sitting in the lap of the person you're dating while they run their hands up and down your sides 🫠 i'm so cooked

this took me forever but i couldn't write an ending that i liked suggestive themes

imagine you're sulking about him having a guys night with pope and jb, and you're plopped on his lap, pawing at his shirt as you beg him to cancel on them. he's allowed to be selfish with you, so why can't you do the same with him? "don't go." and jj is sooo close to giving in because you have him wrapped around your pretty little finger. your eyes were so sad, and your lips extra pouty. but if he cancelled on jb and pope for you, it would be his third time this month doing so. his hands smooth over your thighs before he squeezes them apologetically. "baby, it's takin' everything in me not to ditch 'em again. please don't make this harder." you roll your eyes, shoving at his chest. "just say you don't love me," you speak, making an attempt to get off of him. much to your dismay, jj has quick hands and grips your hips, pulling you back into your former resting place. his palms start to run over your sides, and up and down as he leans in to place a saccharine kiss to the skin right beneath your jaw. "i love you a lot," he murmurs against you, "so fuckin' much, angel." he continues to kiss at your neck, feeling you start to relax in his hold again. he always manages to soothe you. it's annoying and butterfly-inducing at the same time. your hands travel up to his shoulders when he begins to suck and nip at you. "then stay with me," you breathe, feeling your panties starting to dampen. "don't go, baby. i need you." the words go straight to his cock, and you smirk to yourself when you feel him harden beneath you. "think you need me too," you tease, grinding against the tent in his shorts. he groans, pulling away from your neck to grab your face. "you win. fuck the guys," he states, smashing his lips to yours. you win indeed.

concepts ; concepts (ii)

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blurbs 2 recommendations

| jj retrieving something from your bra | sitting in jj's lap aw | secret jj relationship again | jj talking you through it ;) | can't sleep (stepcest) | comforting jj by sleeping with him | p*ssy whipped | fratboy!jj | jj + acts of service | jj being a munch again | revenge sleeping w jj | praise kink w jj | jj mocking reader's moans | c*ckwarming | prissy!kook!reader | passenger princess | jj has been having nightmares... | comfort bsf!jj | bbf!jj at your beck and call | mascot!jj | linecook!jj | limbrey!reader | criminal!jj | lamb!reader | jj meets the smoothie shop girl | bsf!jj following you on almost all your social media accounts | s1jj x kook!reader | toxic!jj x reader | boynextdoor!jj x girlnextxdoor!reader | more s1jj x kook!reader | reader wearing a pretty little dress | bsf!jj that reader has a thing for |

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Dirty Little Secret (j.m)

Summary: who knew loving a Pogue could be so complicated?

AN: the results of the poll!! Secret relationship with JJ but with a happy ending! If you all ask for it, maybe I’ll post the sad version! 😉

The salty breeze blew across the shore of the Outer Banks, rustling through the palm trees and carrying with it the whispers of secrets long held. JJ Maybank stood on the edge of the pier, looking out at the water, his thoughts far away despite the familiar sound of the crashing waves.

He was a man of the Outer Banks, born and raised on the Cut—the side the tourists avoided, the side where life was tough and nothing came easy. The "Pogue" life.

But she...she was different. She was from Figure Eight, where the mansions lined the coast and everything was perfect—or at least it looked that way from afar.

She lived in a world of privilege that JJ could hardly imagine, but that didn’t stop him from falling for her. She had a warmth, an intelligence, a spark that had drawn him in from the first time they met. Against all odds, they had started something.

They had been together for a while now—the longest relationship JJ had ever been in, if he was being honest. That was something new for him. And he knew it wasn’t fair, keeping it a secret. At first, it had made sense. The difference in their worlds was too big, too glaring.

Her parents would never approve of her dating a Pogue, and his friends…well, it wasn’t like he was ashamed, but he just didn’t want to deal with the questions, the jokes. He was good at pretending he didn’t care about anything, but when it came to her, everything felt different.

She had been okay with it, too. At least at first. The secrecy added a thrill to their meetings, late-night drives where no one could see them, stolen kisses on the beach when they were sure no one was around. But now, things were starting to shift, and he could feel it.

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The party was in full swing by the time she arrived, the bass from the music thumping loud enough to feel in her bones. It was one of those big beach parties, half the island’s kids gathered under the stars with the bonfire roaring, beer cans scattered across the sand. She scanned the crowd, looking for JJ.

They hadn’t come together—of course, they couldn’t. She had her own friends from Figure Eight, but they didn’t run in the same circles as JJ’s crew. But her heart raced when she thought about seeing him. Despite the secrecy, despite the sneaking around, she was falling hard for him.

But as she wove her way through the crowd, her heart stumbled.

There he was, right in the middle of his usual group: John B, Sarah, Pope, and...Kie.

Her breath caught as she watched them. JJ was laughing at something Pope said, but it wasn’t his laughter that bothered her. It was the way his hand was intertwined with Kie’s as they moved through the crowd together.

They weren’t holding hands like a couple, but the sight of it still hit her hard. JJ was helping Kie navigate through the throngs of people, his grip firm on her hand so they wouldn’t get separated.

But it wasn’t just that. It was the way Kie looked at him. A look she recognized too well because it was the same way she looked at JJ—like he was the only one who mattered in the world. Her stomach twisted as insecurity gnawed at her.

Was she imagining things? Or was there something more between JJ and Kie than just friendship?

Her heart sank further as she saw Kie laugh at something JJ whispered in her ear, their bodies close as they moved toward the bonfire. She turned away, not wanting to see more. For the first time since they’d started sneaking around, she felt like maybe she wasn’t the only one keeping secrets.

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Later that night, after the party had died down and most of the crowd had scattered, JJ found her on the beach, sitting alone on a log, the flames of the bonfire flickering in the distance. He could tell right away something was off. She wasn’t her usual playful self, and she didn’t light up when he walked over to her like she normally did.

“What’s going on?” JJ asked, sitting beside her, the weight of the night pressing down on him.

She stared at the ground, the sand cold beneath her feet. “I saw you earlier. With Kie.”

JJ frowned. “Kie? What about her?”

“I saw you two holding hands,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “And the way she looks at you, JJ… It’s the same way I look at you.”

JJ blinked, caught off guard. “Kie? She’s my friend. You know that.”

“I know she’s your friend, but…” She trailed off, unsure how to say what she was feeling. “I’ve never been worried about you and other girls before, but tonight…I don’t know. It just felt different.”

JJ sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not like that with Kie. She’s like one of the guys. We’ve known each other forever.”

She nodded, but the doubt in her heart still lingered. “I don’t know, JJ. I guess seeing you two together made me realize how insecure I’ve been feeling lately. We’re always hiding, always sneaking around. And now…I’m starting to wonder if I’m the only one who feels this way.”

JJ shifted uncomfortably, not used to conversations like this. He wasn’t good with feelings—he’d always been better at shutting them down than dealing with them. But something about the look in her eyes made him pause.

“You’re not,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual. “I care about you. You know that.”

She looked at him, her eyes searching his. “Do you? Because sometimes I feel like I’m just…here. In the background. Like you don’t know what you want.”

JJ stared at the sand, struggling to find the right words. “It’s not that simple.”

She let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn’t meant for this moment to come so soon, but it was now or never. “I love you, JJ.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. JJ’s eyes widened in surprise. No one had ever said that to him before, not like that. Love wasn’t something he knew how to handle, wasn’t something he was used to.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he just stared at her, unsure of how to react.

Her heart sank at his silence, tears welling up in her eyes. She had been afraid of this—afraid that she was more invested in this relationship than he was. Afraid that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t enough.

“I think we need to take a break,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I need to give you time to figure out what you want. And who you want.”

JJ’s chest tightened at her words. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, that he didn’t need time to figure anything out, but something in him held back. Maybe she was right. Maybe he wasn’t ready to handle something as big as this.

He watched as she stood up, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

“I love you, JJ,” she repeated, her voice soft but firm. “But I can’t be the only one who feels that way.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving JJ sitting alone on the beach, staring after her.

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Days passed, and the space between them grew wider. JJ tried to keep busy, throwing himself into life with John B, Pope, and the others, but nothing seemed to take his mind off her. He missed her more than he expected, but he didn’t know how to fix things.

Then, one day, Sarah pulled him aside, a serious look on her face.

“Did you know my brother asked her out?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

JJ’s heart dropped. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, crossing her arms. “He’s had a crush on her for years. He asked her out, and she said yes.”

JJ felt a surge of panic rise in his chest. He knew Rafe was bad news, and the thought of her with him made his blood boil. He couldn’t lose her—not to someone like Rafe.

That night, without thinking twice, JJ made his way to her house. He knew it was risky, showing up unannounced, but he didn’t care. He had to see her. He had to tell her how he felt.

When she opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise. “JJ? What are you doing here?”

“I can’t do this,” he blurted out, his heart pounding. “I can’t let you go. I know I’ve screwed up, and I don’t know how to be in a relationship, but I choose you. I choose you over anyone, including myself.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer, his voice raw with emotion.

“I can’t promise I won’t mess up again,” he continued, “because I don’t know how to do this. But I’ve never had someone love me like you do. And I promise I’ll love you the best way I can. I just…I need you.”

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her heart racing as she looked into his eyes. Then, slowly, she smiled, her walls crumbling as she reached for him.

“I choose you too, JJ,” she whispered. “I always have.”

And in that moment, under the glow of the porch light, they found each other again.

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Loki + text posts : Part 1/??

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Midnight Surprise

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

That time you were surrounded by creepy guys after a night shift and a hero just came out to save the day.

warning: some catcalls, threats (not to you), nothing really

note: just Rafe being Rafe before turning into a plushie. guys ik his character is bad and not 'misunderstood' but Drew Starkey is really hot and maybe I can fix Rafe

words: 1k

It was late, later than you should’ve been out alone, but you were too stubborn to ask for a ride or accept help. The streets of The Cut had a way of feeling different after dark, even to someone as tough as you. You wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself, your eyes scanning the familiar but suddenly ominous corners of your neighborhood.

You were on your way home after a long shift at the bar, your feet sore and your mind clouded with frustration. The drama between you and the Pogues had been wearing on you, leaving you feeling like you didn’t fit anywhere. Even as you replayed your argument with John B in your head, something nagged at you from the edges of your awareness—footsteps, just behind you, growing closer.

Your shoulders tensed as you heard the low mutterings of a few guys not far behind you. You didn’t turn around, didn’t react, but your instincts screamed at you that they were following you. You picked up your pace, your heartbeat quickening, trying to stay calm. But it was clear you weren’t alone.

“Hey, girlie, where you think you’re going?” one of the guys called out, his voice dripping with sleaze. They were Pogues, but not the kind you hung out with—these were the lowlifes who lurked in the shadows, looking for easy prey.

“Just keep walking,” you muttered to yourself, your grip tightening around your bag. You were used to handling yourself, always had been. But there were four of them, and they were closing in fast.

One of them cut you off, stepping in front of you with a cocky grin. “You’re not too good for us, are you? How about you show a little gratitude?”

You glared at him, your temper flaring despite the situation. “Get out of my way.”

“Oh, feisty. We like that,” another one chuckled, moving closer from behind.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the fear creeping in, even though you refused to show it. You were preparing yourself to fight—you weren’t about to go down without a struggle—but before you could even react, a familiar voice broke through the tense moment.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” that voice was cold, dark, and unmistakable.

Your head whipped around just as Rafe Cameron stormed over from the shadows, his tall frame towering over the group of guys. His face was twisted in anger, his eyes blazing as he zeroed in on the lowlife who had stepped closest to you.

The guy who had been smirking only seconds before suddenly looked less confident. “Hey, man, we were just—”

“Just what?” Rafe cut him off, stepping even closer, his aggression palpable. “You think you can mess with her? Huh? You want to see how that ends?”

You stood frozen, your pulse racing, but not because of fear anymore. You hadn’t expected to see Rafe—especially not like this. His fury was directed entirely at them, and the look in his eyes was enough to make even you uncomfortable.

The guys hesitated, but Rafe didn’t give them a chance to backtrack. He shoved one of them, hard, sending him stumbling backward.

“You touch her again, I swear to God, you won’t leave here standing,” Rafe growled, his fists clenched, his entire body radiating aggression.

The group of guys quickly realized they were outmatched. One of them muttered something under his breath before turning to leave, the others following quickly behind, throwing nervous glances at Rafe over their shoulders. Within moments, they disappeared into the shadows, leaving you and Rafe standing alone in the now-quiet street.

Rafe was still breathing heavily, his fists flexing at his sides, the adrenaline clearly coursing through him. He turned to look at you, his expression softening slightly when he met your eyes.

“You okay?”

His voice was gruff, but there was something else there—concern, maybe even protectiveness.

You nodded, though your heart was still racing. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Rafe took a step closer, the tension still evident in his posture. “They shouldn’t have touched you.”

You blinked, surprised by the intensity in his voice.

“I could’ve handled it,” you said, though it sounded less convincing than you intended.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly into the smallest hint of a smirk, “Oh, I know you could’ve. But I wasn’t about to let them try.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. This was Rafe Cameron, the guy you’d spent most of your time avoiding or arguing with. He was supposed to be the bad guy in your world—ruthless, cruel, manipulative. But tonight, in this moment, he wasn’t any of those things.

He had saved you, protected you, and that reality was unsettling.

“Thanks,” you muttered, not meeting his eyes, still processing what had just happened.

Rafe shrugged, trying to play it off, but there was something softer in his gaze now. “Don’t mention it.”

For a moment, there was just silence between them, the tension from earlier slowly fading. The moonlight reflected off the water nearby, casting a silver glow over everything. You found yourself studying Rafe’s face, noticing the weariness etched into his features—the kind of tired that wasn’t just from lack of sleep.

“You okay?” you asked quietly, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Rafe looked at you, surprised, as if no one had asked him that in a long time. His expression softened for a split second, but he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. “I’m always fine.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no bite in it. You didn’t press him, and he didn’t offer more.

You two stood there for a few moments longer, the night stretching out in front of you both, before Rafe broke the silence.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.” He didn’t wait for you to agree, just started walking, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

You hesitated for a second, if anything, walking home with Rafe was probably more dangerous than being plastered by those four random guys. But this time, you felt something had shifted; you felt safe and secure beside him. This was strange.

You blinked twice, trying to process your thoughts but your feet moved faster than your brain—they followed Rafe who was a few steps in front of you. You didn’t speak much after that, but there was an odd sense of calm in the air. For the first time, you found yourself wondering if there was more to Rafe than what everyone saw—more than the messed-up, angry guy everyone had written off.

You weren’t sure what to make of it yet, but one thing was certain—Rafe had surprised you tonight. And that was something you couldn’t easily forget.

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Busted and Blue ｡𖦹 ⋆｡

Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

It’s the annual kook halloween party, so of course you’re going to let loose with your friends! If only you proceeded with more caution like your boyfriend wanted..

Wc: 3,727

Hurt + comfort, protective Rafe, SUPER creepy guy harasses reader n grabs her :(( soz

An: Hey chat 😈 I would’ve gotten this out sooner if I could, but ofc i’m super sick (i think i have the flu somehow? 😭) But anywho, I hope yall enjoy this cause i lowkkk had this sitting unfinished in the docs since late september..🌚

Not proofread I fear (cause when do I ever guys)

Feedback always appreciated n welcome! Also send halloween/fall requests guys I wanna hear from y’all! :3 <33

“Y’ready, puddin’?” You turn to your boyfriend, Rafe, while adjusting the ears resting upon your freshly styled hair.

Rafe smirks at you, “‘M ready when you are.”

You grab your wallet off of your nightstand, alongside your keys, and stick them into Rafe’s jacket pockets.

Rafe grabs you by your waist, stepping closer to you, making sure he doesn’t accidentally step on your furry boots, and leaving an airy kiss onto your lips. He knows you’ll pout if he messes up your gloss and lip liner.

“Let’s go!” You cheer excitedly, gripping the golden haired boy’s arm and pulling him along. Rafe chuckles at your enthusiasm.

But before the two of you can pass the door’s frame, you abruptly stop walking, and let out a yelp.

“Wait!”

“Jesus Christ! What?” Rafe shouts out, purely in concern.

Due to you stepping into the bathroom, he can barely see you. But he sees you reach for something off of the sink.

You practically skip over to him giggling. “I almost forgot, Ray!”

You wave a container of face paint in front of his nose. You’re bouncing in your spot, making him grip your hips still.

“Y’scared me, sweet girl.”

You pout at this, but your frown quickly turns into a smile when you open the lid of the container.

“Mhmm. Sorry Ray. But your costume’s not complete without it!”

Rafe is sporting a camo fleece jacket, with matching baggy pants, and some dark boots. He’s wearing a camo beanie too, which covers his delicious buzzed hair.

He has a prop gun sitting in his waistband.

And last but not least, Rafe was letting his facial hair grow a bit for this exact day, per your request.

Instead of being cleanly shaven, his scruff was coming in, and the sight nearly made your mouth water.

But that’s besides the point, tonight was the annual Obx Halloween party, thrown by both Kelce and Topper at their shared house alongside a few other kooks as well.

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought it was a fraternity, but honestly, it wasn’t really far from one. Every day you wonder why their parents decided to fund it, but that’s besides the point.

Every kook attends this party every year, and some pogues would come too.

Did this cause a few problems? Absolutely, but at least it’s a bit more civilized than it was years prior.

With the party, there’s a costume contest, you even went out of your way a few years back to make a cute ballet box. Although, last year you had to make a new one, due to one partygoer accidentally crushing it against the table it rested on during a drunken fight.

You were pissed, to say the least, you spent the rest of the night sulking, and Rafe nearly punched the kid, despite him already suffering from a beating. He hated seeing you upset.

But every year, for 3 years in a row, Rafe and you would win the ‘Best Couples Costumes’ competition.

Last year, it came close, but everybody loves a classic, and you knew two measly pirates weren’t going to beat Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel.

And this year, you knew that you both were going to win again, your deer costume was just the cutest!

You’re holding Rafe’s face, specifically holding his cheeks with your thumb and index finger. You squish his face a few times cheekily, before applying the black face paint onto his cheeks.

You drag the brush down, lightly tickling Rafe’s slightly rosey cheeks, he’s trying not to react, you can tell. You find it cute.

“Okay! Now we’re good to go!” You clap your hands together with a giggle, Rafe swears he falls harder for you every single day.

You intertwine your hands with his, then head to Rafe’s car.

Rafe opens your door before you can even reach for the handle.

“Wowww,” you drag out, “Aren’t you a gentleman?”

He side-eyes you, leaving you cackling as he rounds the car to the driver’s side.

After walking through the front door of Kelce and Topper’s house, you’re immediately greeted by several people, some of your friends, some of Rafe’s.

You’re holding your boyfriend’s hand tightly, tip-toeing in while responding to all of the ‘Hey Dollie!’s and the ‘You look so cute Dollie!’s.

You drag Rafe into the kitchen, blabbering on about how you “need to find a smirnoff or else you’re going to collapse”.

Topper and Kelce spot Rafe, they rush over and start patting him on the back.

“Ayeee, howdy Rafe! Glad you finally showed up!”

They’re both dressed up as cowboys, their forced country accent makes you giggle.

Kelce notices you before Topper does, he instantly grins.

“Howdy there, Miss Dollie! Look at you!” You beam brightly, taking pride in your costume.

“A deer and a hunter? How cute, I think someone’s gone soft.” Topper raises his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He always talks about how “Rafe’s gone soft”, because years ago, if a girl asked if he wanted to wear matching halloween costumes, he would’ve laughed in her face.

“Shut the hell up Topper.” Rafe practically barked at him.

You walk over to the fridge, looking for your beloved smirnoff. Topper coos at Rafe, while Kelce makes kissy faces at him, making you laugh at their antics.

You hear a squeal behind you and you whip your head around.

There in front of you, is none other than your [basically almost] sister-in-law, Sarah Cameron.

“Oh my god, Dollie!! You look so cute!” She barrels into you, and you stumble back.

After you two talk for a bit, she drags you away, telling you how she wants to show you something.

You look back at Rafe, who looks a little apprehensive about letting you roam without him.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you, and he definitely wasn’t one to completely baby you, but he didn’t trust others.

There are some sleazy kooks here, ones that act how he used to, and that nearly sent a shiver up his spine at the thought of you being subjected to being around anyone like that.

He wants to protect you, he needs to.

It’s his job as your boyfriend.

Your future husband.

Anything can happen at a party, especially if you're not in his eyesight.

But you gave him a look of reassurance. Your eyes convey a message, almost as if you’re saying “It’s going to be okay” to him personally.

He holds your gaze for a few seconds longer, he looks uncertain, but eventually, you’re lost in the wave of bodies.

“Dude, you act like she’s gonna disappear or something, she’s only gonna be gone for a little bit.”

Topper’s statement makes Rafe turn back and glare at him.

He says nothing, instead, he goes to the fridge to grab a beer.

He knows he can only drink a few, since he’s going to be driving back home tonight. And you sure as hell aren’t going to let him drive if he’s even a bit tipsy.

…Even if that means you have to drive in the dark, which is hard for you to see in.

That’s one of the things that Rafe loves most about you. You’re so attentive. It’s new for him.

The two of you have been dating for years, coming up on four, to be exact.

But Rafe doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used to the feeling of your love, and your warmth.

Rafe truly wonders if there’s an off-switch on Topper and Kelce.

They’ve been talking about a whole bunch of nothing and quite frankly, it’s starting to piss him off.

He knows you’d hate it if he was too busy worrying about what you’re doing rather than enjoying his time at a party with his friends.

It’s been an hour of non-stop chirping in his ear, and Rafe’s been nursing his second beer for the past 20 minutes.

“Yo, Rafe. Did your girl ever bring the costume ballot box in?” Kelce asks, touching his beer bottle with Rafe’s, making a sharp ‘clink’ noise.

Rafe groans, “Aw shit man. I'll go get it.” He rubs his hand over his face.

And with that, Rafe is trekking through the house towards his car, but not without pushing a few people out of his way.

Kelce snickers alongside Topper, who is growing agitated by his so-called girlfriend’s pestering, and finishes off his 5th-or-so beer.

Kelce hears a whimper from behind him, and quickly shoots around to see you: wobbling in your shoes, with your legs pressing together slightly. He can tell you’re already drunk.

“What’s up, Dollie? You okay?” Kelce rests his hands on your shoulders, aiming to keep you steady.

Your glossed lips remain in a pout, “Have you seen Rafe? I gotta go to the bathroom ‘n he told me to tell ‘em when I gotta.”

“He jus’ went to his car to get the ballot box. I can take you if you want though.”

“Oh pretty please, Kelce?” You’re speaking so urgently, Kelce can barely understand you.

But that doesn’t matter, cause he makes you hold his arm so you don’t get separated from him while he walks you to the less-crowded bathroom upstairs.

When you get there, you quickly unwrap your arms from Kelce’s bicep and rush out a ‘thank you so so much, Kelcey’. Which makes him chuckle, knowing that Rafe would mope if he heard it.

It’s been 10 minutes, and Kelce grows a bit worried. He’s confused as to why it’s taken you so long.

“Hey uh, Dollie? You alright in there..?” He questions as he knocks his finger on the door.

“Mhm! Jus’ tryna…Button m’damn shorts.” You slur, and Kelce hears your heavy footsteps through the door.

Kelce hears you murmur ‘Dumb fuckin’ nails…Won’t lemme do shit’, before a girl wearing a Tinker Bell costume grabs his attention.

Now if Kelce was in the right state of mind, he would’ve never left you alone. But right now, with quite a bit of alcohol in his system, he’s not thinking clearly.

So after another five minutes when you finally walk out of the bathroom and see a random guy leaned against the wall, smirking at you, instead of Kelce, you panic.

“Wha’s good pretty girl?” He coos, similar to how your boyfriend would, but more sinisterly.

You sort-of sober up at this, despite having 3 shots and 2 of Sarah’s cocktail things. But your mind still remains foggy.

You don’t respond at first, for some reason you think he’s talking to someone behind you, until he grabs your arm when you try to pass him.

“Nothin’? C’mon talk to me doll.”

You don’t like how the nickname sounds coming from his mouth, and you stammer to try and respond.

“Jus’ wanted to use the bathroom..”You whimper meekly.

You’re looking around for Kelce or even Rafe, but you can hardly tell whether or not this guy really is pink.

“Dollie? You up here babe?”

You whip your head back, too quickly unfortunately, and you see Sarah coming up the stairs.

….Not without tripping up the step once or twice, though.

“Oh m’gosh Dollie, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Listen, I found some more shit, ‘n I could totally make one of those cool Bloody Mary’s—“

The drunk blonde cuts off her rambling once she opens her eyes and looks at you.

You’re grimacing, while trying to pull your arm away from this guy, who seemingly has a painful grip on you. And you can barely stand straight.

Sarah’s eyes widen, and from the looks of it, all of the alcohol from the night has suddenly vanished from her body.

“What the fuck d’you think you’re doing?!” Sarah nearly barks at the boy as she takes a few steps closer, trying to steady herself.

“This doesn’t concern you, bitch,” he sneers, making you inhale the smell of alcohol from his breath due to the close proximity.

Sarah’s practically stomping across the hallway, reaching for your hand.

“It obviously concerns me since you’re gripping my best friend, you cunt.”

When the blonde girl finally reaches you, the drunken kook shoves her straight into the wall, making you shout for Sarah.

You’re pushing against the man, begging him to just let you go, while he’s trying to drag you back into one of the dark rooms of the house.

Meanwhile, Rafe’s freaking the fuck out downstairs, and honestly, he’s about to flip this entire house upside down.

He’s taking large steps, walking with a purpose as he finally spots Topper. He smacks a rough hand on his shoulder, interrupting Topper’s conversation with the girl from earlier.

“Yo, Topper, you seen my sister?”

Topper turns around, nearly snarling due to the mention of his ex girlfriend.

“No, dude, why the fuck would I know where she is?”

Rafe’s nose flares, he’s growing more and more irritated by the minute at the thought of you being out of his line of sight.

“Don’t fucking catch an attitude with me, and I don’t really care where the fuck my sister is, I’m looking for Dollie.”

There’s a beat of silence between them, despite the loud surroundings, then somebody’s rushing to Rafe before Topper can even respond.

It’s some random pogue, which angers Rafe even more, — but he’d never tell you that though.

“Rafe! This guy just shoved Sarah into the wall upstairs,” he rushes out through his panting, since he had sprinted down the stairs moments prior.

“And, and he keeps grabbin’ on Dollie-“ Rafe immediately starts charging upstairs.

His large strides make everyone turn towards him, wondering what made Rafe Cameron furious this time.

Rafe swears that his heart is going to pound out of his chest; this is the exact reason as to why he wanted you at his side tonight.

He knew not to let you drink with Sarah, because everytime the two of you are left alone together with alcohol, it doesn’t end well.

Rafe’s taking two steps at a time, he’s balling his fists so tightly that his knuckles are turning white.

He swings around the banister, then he sees a group of people holding back a guy who’s cursing loudly, and flailing his body.

“She was fucking asking for it, get the fuck off me!”

Then as he’s walking up, he sees Sarah slap him, and reach into her boot.

“You dirty. Fucking. Freak!” Sarah yells, putting emphasis on every word she spits.

And at the end of her shouting, she sprays her mace in the boy’s face. She’s waving her bedazzled pepper spray container wildly, making the boys holding the kook avert their faces.

Rafe whips his sister around, “what the fuck is going on? Where’s Dollie?”

Sarah huffs at the brunette’s harshness. “She locked herself in the bathroom after I managed to get the guy off her.”

Rafe nearly bulldozes through the forming crowd and parks himself right in front of the door.

But he hesitates to knock.

He urgently wants to get to you, to pull you into his arms and take you straight home. He wants to go through the after-party ritual you both have:

First, he’d always set you down in the kitchen as soon as you both got home, so he could get you a glass of water.

Then after you went into your shared room, he’d help you take off your shoes and clothes, so you could eventually get changed into something comfier.

Then, he’d remove whatever makeup you're wearing, and then tie your hair up —however that may be.

Rafe loves taking care of you, you’re always so stubborn when it comes to him pampering you.

You love the princess treatment, really! But you’re afraid of asking for too much, and Rafe vowed to spend the rest of his life proving to you that there’s no such thing as ‘too much’ with him.

Rafe wants to do all that with you right now, but he knows that you’re startled, frightened even. So he needs to calm down before trying to reach you.

His breathing is uneven, borderline ragged. There’s a slight shake in his hand, and quite frankly, Rafe can’t tell if it’s from sheer rage, or it’s because he can’t handle the thought of scaring you further.

He knocks at the door.

•······················•

There’s a knock at the door.

A gasp rips from your throat, breaking you out of the almost trance that you’re in.

You’re sitting in the bathtub, it’s gross, you’re aware of this. But you’re too shaken up and tipsy to even care.

You just want to be as far away from the door as possible.

“Hey, uh, Dollie? You in here?” You hear it come from the other side of the door, it’s muttered softly.

“S’me, baby.” He continues, although he didn’t need to, because you know that voice like the back of your hand.

“Ray….” You croak, you try to speak more than one singular word, but silence grips your throat.

You can’t seem to move, your joints remain still, but your chest is heaving wildly.

You know you need to get up, you need to unlock the door so Rafe can help you, but your buckled knees keep you grounded at the bottom of the tub.

You open your mouth to speak but only a choked sob escapes.

“Okay, okay. I’ll—I’ll be there in a second, baby.”

Your head leans back on the wall, and you take in your surroundings. You’re in Topper’s bathroom, you can tell because he’s the only one with a bathroom that doesn’t connect to his bedroom.

Kelce must’ve brought you here since it was the closest one. You wonder where Kelce is now.

The sound of the doorknob rattling makes you jump—almost out of your skin.

The door swings open, nearly clashing against the wall. You lock eyes with your boyfriend.

He whispers, “oh Dollie,” and rushes towards you.

Rafe picks your body up out of the tub, and lays you in his lap. Your position similar to a baby being held; Rafe couldn’t help it.

You cried in his arms, despite not wanting to cry in front of him, your resolve had slipped.

This wasn’t your first time having an issue like this, but it had never reached this point before.

Everyone in Kildare County knew you were Rafe’s girl, just like how they knew Rafe was your man, so nobody had dared to go past a few flirty remarks, or even a sly glance.

It was Rafe’s fault, he was sure of it. If he had just found you and took you to the car with him, none of this would’ve happened.

“Don’t do that, Rafe,” you murmur through your sniffles, your voice still holding that rasp from earlier.

“..Do what?”

“Blame yourself. I know that’s what you’re doing, Stop it.” You place a soft hand on his cheek, making you cringe due to all of the surfaces you’ve been touching.

Rafe presses a warm kiss to your temple and caresses your back

There’s a pause, but neither of you mind; the bathroom serving as a temporary solace for you.

You’re rubbing circles on Rafe’s arm while he rests his chin on your head. Whispers are exchanged between the two of you, until you decide that it’d be best to just head home.

Before leaving, though, you make sure Sarah at least has a ride home, for whenever she decides to leave.

You asked Rafe if you could talk to Kelce before leaving, but he refused. Simply stating that you could call him tomorrow.

You pouted at this, but you understand his reasoning, well at least you somewhat could through your haze.

While Rafe’s helping you step down the steps, you see John B walking up.

“Rafe.” John B says, acknowledgingly.

Rafe’s eyes slant, “John B.”

You perk up with a smile, “hi John B!!” You exclaimed with a slur, and with a little too much enthusiasm for Rafe’s liking.”

“Hi, Dollie,” John B smiles at you, and gives you a high-five, making you squeal in your drunken state.

After 10 minutes of Rafe trying to guide you, and you tripping over your own feet, you both finally made it to Rafe’s car.

While he’s buckling you in, Rafe can’t help but think about when you gifted him this car for his birthday.

Well, you picked it out, Ward had actually bought it.

He remembers when you first placed the keys in his hand, you were nearly bouncing in place waiting for his reaction.

Now he’s gotten cars before, in fact, that’s all Ward usually gets him every other birthday besides a watch. But this one, was one you picked out. So he knew he was going to cherish this for the rest of his life.

That same night, you told him about how Ward and you were at the car dealership for hours, since you refused to take any of the cars they originally offered you.

- -

“Y’know I would’ve liked any of ‘em, you didn't have to spend so much time on it. You could’ve gotten me a smoothie, and I think I still would’ve loved it.”

“Woww,” you drag out with a hushed whisper. “You think?”

Rafe poked your side, making you giggle.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding! But I wanted it to be special.

Couldn’t just pick out any ordinary one. I dunno, I’m surprised you like it so much, since you already have a car and a dirt bike.”

- -

If only you truly knew how much he appreciates everything you do for him.

As soon as Rafe reaches his side of the car and enters, he looks over and sees you slumped back, since he lowered your seat back to get you comfortable.

Your hair’s a bit wild, your lipgloss is almost fully gone, probably from the sweet residue being left on every bottle you’ve touched tonight.

Your mouth is open slightly, and Rafe thinks it’s the cutest thing.

If you found out, he knows you’d be beyond mortified. So, Rafe will just keep this moment locked away for himself.

Honestly, he wishes he could keep you locked away for himself, as selfish as it is.

He can’t help it. You make him whole.

He’s a satellite, and he can’t get back without you.

Because you’re his love; his life.

[chxrry-moth]

just us

masterlist

summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities

word count: 1.8k.

warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe

a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 🥹 this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.

Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topper’s girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.

Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face. 

You didn’t even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.

“Look what you did! Is this okay?” Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you weren’t able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. “There was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!” Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself. 

“Oh my God.” You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes. 

“Don’t look, baby.” Rafe’s deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it. 

“All right, but it was only one.” Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Kie…” You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that. 

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. “There’s something wrong with you, people.” Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face. 

“I’m leaving, Rafe.” Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. “I’m sorry again for them, Kie.”

“No, wait, Y/N.” He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. “This is not—“

“I don’t want to be here. I didn’t sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?” You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. “I don’t even know why we’re here, why you are here, when you clearly don’t enjoy it anymore.” 

“Listen, this is not so easy, okay?” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help. 

“You are not like them, they are not your friends, don’t you understand it?” The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head. 

He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit. 

“This dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So I’m leaving. Alone or with you.” You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe. 

“What did you just call me?” Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you. 

“I called you a dumb fucking bitch, didn’t you hear me?” You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. “Or are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?” 

“That’s rich, coming for a pogue. It’s just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, it’s not my problem.” 

“A cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.” Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.

“I want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I don’t care. I’m done with them, Rafe.” Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.

“Hey, no, I’m not staying, okay?” Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them. 

The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms. 

“Aw, look at you.” You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. “Go back to your side of the island, you’re not one of us. Don’t even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when you’re just another dirty toy to—“

Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. “Wanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.”

“You’re not seriously protecting the pogue. She’s not on our side.” Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back. 

“C’mon, Rafe…” He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more. 

You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.

“It’s okay, Ray.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep. 

“You’re lucky that I don’t hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. “Control, your crazy bitch, Top.” 

As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him. 

His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up. 

“You’re right.” He said simply. “I’m not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didn’t like what happened today.” You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. “If—if I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? You’re the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. You’re the only one who I can trust, baby.”

His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips. 

“This is the right decision. You’ve overgrown them, you’re a better man now. And i’ll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess it’s just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.

“Just us, baby.”

[chxrry-moth]

In the Quiet Hours

Rafe Cameron x Y/n

summary: A sleepless night at Rafes leads to a heated run in with Ward, uncovering dangerous secrets and dragging you into a deeper mess.

warnings: *TW* violence, sexual harassment, fear, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff.

The night in the Cameron house was unnervingly quiet, with only the soft hum of the AC breaking the stillness. You had been lying beside Rafe for hours, staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. The heat combined with the swirling thoughts in your head made it impossible to fall asleep. So you decided to slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Rafe’s peaceful slumber, and headed downstairs for a glass of water.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, the dim light from the kitchen caught your eye. Your steps slowed, it was late—too late for anyone else to be up.

You pushed open the door to the kitchen and stopped dead in your tracks. Ward was stood by the sink, a half empty glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes immediately locking onto you as you entered the room. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, his gaze lingering a little too long, a little too intently.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Ward’s voice was low, almost a growl as he set his glass down and took a slow step towards you. “Couldn’t sleep?”

You tried to keep your composure, forcing a small smile as you replied, “Just need to get some water.”

Ward’s smile widened, but there was nothing friendly about it. “Water? At this hour?” He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking rapidly. “You know, there’s a much better way to take care of your thirst.” He slurred.

You felt your stomach churn at his words. “I should get back upstairs,” you said quickly, but when you turned to leave Ward’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. His grip was rough as your heart began to race.

“Why the rush?” he asked, his voice dripping with a fake sweetness. “Rafe’s out cold. He won’t even know you’re gone.”

You tugged at your wrist, but Ward’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulled you closer until you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, his breath warm against your face.

“Ward, please,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the panic rising in your chest. “Let me go.”

But instead of letting you go, he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re too good to be wasting your time with my son. You deserve someone who knows how to treat a woman, knows exactly what she needs.”

Your breath hitched, fear tightening its grip on you. Ward’s free hand trailed up your arm, sending a shiver of disgust down your spine. “I could give you things no one would ever could,” he continued, his voice laced with something dark and twisted. “Just say the word, and I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

You tried to pull away, but Ward was relentless, his grip like a vice. “Ward, stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling now. “I’m in love Rafe.”

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me?” Ward sneered, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you even closer. “Rafe doesn’t deserve such a pretty thing, he’s useless sweetheart.”

The way he said “sweetheart” made your skin crawl. You opened your mouth to say something, scream, anything at all, but before you could the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall.

“Ward, what the hell are you doing?”

Rose’s voice cut through the air like a knife, she stood in the doorway eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene. Ward’s grip on you loosened and he stepped back, his expression quickly shifting to one of feigned innocence.

“Nothing Rose,” he said smoothly, though his voice carried a slight edge. “Just a little late night chat.”

Rose’s eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you, clearly not convinced. “Go back upstairs,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You quickly moved past Ward, avoiding his eyes as you hurried towards the stairs. As you reached the bottom, you could still feel his gaze on you, burning into your back.

You rushed up the stairs, returning to Rafe’s room as quickly as you could. The darkness of the room was a stark contrast to the burning anxiety in your chest, and for a moment, you just stood there staring at the bed where Rafe lay sleeping, his breathing deep and even.

You wanted to crawl back into bed, wrap yourself in Rafe’s arms and pretend nothing had happened, but the thought of it made your stomach turn. How were you going to explain what just happened? How could you even begin to tell Rafe what his father just did to his girlfriend?

Your thoughts were racing, tangled up in fear and confusion. You didn’t want to wake Rafe. You didn’t want to burden him with this, not when you weren’t even sure how to process it yourself. The last thing you wanted was to make things worse between him and his father, but the weight of what just happened felt suffocating and you knew you couldn’t just go back to bed and pretend everything was fine.

Without thinking, you turned and slipped into Rafe’s bathroom. The cold tiles under your feet grounded you just enough to keep the panic at bay as you shut the door behind you. You sank to the floor, your back against the cool wall, and pulled your knees up to your chest wrapping your arms around them.

The quiet of the bathroom was almost too much, the silence allowing your thoughts to race unchecked. You replayed the scene over and over in your mind, Ward’s voice, his touch, the way he looked at you. It made you feel sick, like you wanted to scrub your skin raw just to get rid of the memory. But no matter how hard you tried to push it away, it lingered, festering like a wound.

You sat there for what felt like an eternity trying to collect yourself, trying to figure out what to do next. But you couldn’t stop the tears that began to well up in your eyes, hot and stinging as they slid down your cheeks. You buried your face in your hands, desperate to muffle your sobs that threatened to escape, not wanting to wake Rafe and force him to see you like this.

But Rafe had always been attuned to you, even in his sleep. It wasn’t long before you heard him stirring in the bedroom, the sheets rustling as he reached out for you. When his hand met the empty space, you heard him sit up, his voice groggy and thick with sleep.

“Baby?” Rafe called out softly, the concern already creeping into his voice when you didn’t respond. You could hear him getting out of bed, his footsteps soft as he walked around the room searching for you. “Where’d you go?”

You tried to stay quiet, hoping he might just go back to bed, but when he reached the bathroom door there was no hiding from him. He knocked gently, the sound soft but insistent. “You in there?”

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself before answering. “Yeah… I’m here.”

The door opened almost immediately and Rafe stepped inside, his eyes narrowing with worry when he saw you sitting on the floor, tears streaking your face. He was by your side in an instant, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face as he searched your eyes.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice was laced with fear and concern, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Why are you crying baby? Did something happen?”

You wanted to tell him you were fine, that it was nothing, but the words stuck in your throat, your voice betraying you with a broken sob. Rafe’s expressions shifted from worry to alarm, his hands tightening on your face as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. “What happened?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the moment you met his eyes the dam broke and everything came pouring out. “I-It was your dad… Ward— he…” your voice trembled as you struggled to find the right words. “He cornered me in the kitchen, he—he said things, Rafe, disgusting things, a-and he wouldn’t let me go…”

Rafe’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. His eyes darkened with a fury you’d never seen before, his jaw clenching so tightly you could see the muscle twitch. He pulled away from you, his hands dropping to his sides as he stood up abruptly, fists clenching and unclenching as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding.

“That stupid piece of shit,” Rafe growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“No Rafe, please,” you cried, scrambling to your feet and grabbing his arm before he could storm out of the bathroom. “Don’t leave.. Please don’t leave.”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, turning to face you, his expression softening the moment he saw the fear in your eyes. The anger drained from him just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with a deep concern that twisted his features into a pained expression.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You cling to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. It was grounding, comforting, even as the storm of emotions raged inside you.

“It’s not your fault,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest. “Just.. please just stay with me.”

Rafe’s arms tightened around you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice etched with emotion. “I’m here okay? I’m right here.”

You nodded, the tension in your body slowly beginning to ease as you let yourself relax in his embrace. He gently guided you back down to the floor, sitting with you, his arms never leaving your body as he held you close trying to offer you some semblance of comfort.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, over and over, his voice breaking each time. “I should’ve protected you.. I should’ve known.”

“Rafe, stop,” you whispered back, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “You couldn’t have known, this isn’t your fault.”

He shook his head, tears welling in his own eyes now as he looked at you, his expression filled with regret and self-loathing. “I just.. I never wanted something like this to happen to you. You don’t deserve this, you deserve so much better.”

You placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing away a tear that escaped. “Don’t, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” you said softly, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. “I just need you with me right now. That’s all I need.”

Rafe’s eyes softened and he nodded, his forehead resting against yours as he let out a shaky breath. “I’m here,” he whispered again. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here as long as you need.”

You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you leaned into him, letting his presence soothe the raw edges of your emotions. Rafe’s hands ran soothingly up and down your back, his touch gentle and calming as he whispered soft reassurances into your ear.

For a long time the two of you just sat there on the bathroom floor, wrapped in each others arms, the world outside fading away as you found solace in each other. Rafe kept murmuring apologies, but you hushed him each time because the only thing that mattered right now was that he was here with you, holding you together when you felt like falling apart.

And as minutes ticked by, you started to feel a sense of peace returning, knowing that no matter what happened next you wouldn’t have to face it alone. Rafe was here, and for now, that was enough.

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Honestly

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: mention of smut, flirting, curse words.

Summary: The BAU never had someone as honest as you. Not everyone was sure how to react to you especially when it came to the boy genius himself.

You always loved how sexy he looked when he was talking.

Even if it was probably the most horrific thing in the world.

You  just love hearing him talk about whatever, keeps you calm, keeps you grounded and it helped you think.

While others might have found it annoying when he was talking because he is so smart or whatever but you absolutely enjoyed every second of it his voice was truly calming. 

During your latest case you were paired up with him to start working on the profile of the unsub, but it was more challenging that you could have ever expected it to be.

So, when the hours turned late and almost everyone left the police station it was only the two of you there.

Spencer was standing in front of the board babbling on about the victims and possible reasons for the unsub to choose them.

Then he turned to you with a question. A question you didn’t hear.

But you answered.

“Honestly, all I want now is for you to bend me over this desk and fuck me while talking about your silly little statistics, Spencer.”

He froze.

For what felt like the first time in his life, he was speechless. 

But you continued.

“Or you could always pull your pants down and I can get on my knees, see if you can concentrate while I suck you off. So, unless you are going to do either, I say we go and sleep.” you stood up stretching before grabbing your bag. “Good night, Handsome.”

You left him standing there like a babbling mess.

The next day, you were once again paired up with Spencer, and you two were sent to the latest victim’s home to look around.

“So, we know the unsub chooses their victims based on their status. He goes after alpha males.” you said as Spencer looked around the office of the victim.

“His desk is lower than the average.” Spencer noted. “He was 6’2 why have such a short desk?” he asked, looking at you.

“His wife is short.” you said and you could see the confusion in his eyes. So, you walked over to the desk and bent over it, proving your point. “Makes things easier.” 

“Oh, okay.” Spencer nodded and turned his back to you, looking anywhere and everywhere.

After leaving the victim’s place you two decided to have lunch and brainstorm.

“So, the unsub chooses alpha males with short wives.” Spencer took a bite of his food before he continued. “What if the point is not to kill the man but to take the husband from their wife.”

“Both victims had short, blonde and pretty wives and both were alpha males. I think our unsub is a woman.”

“That would make sense why the victims were tied down.” 

“I think she is killing the man because she doesn’t see them as worthy. And she is a nail tech.”

“How do you know that?”

“Nail techs know everything about someone’s life. You get your nails done and have a nice conversation. Maybe even talk about your rich, handsome, tall and possibly unfaithful husband.”

“Cheating?” Spencer was thinking for a moment before he nodded. “Makes sense, the first victim constantly removed their wedding ring.”

“So, we are looking for the nail tech of the wives,” you said as you called Penelope to check your theory but before, you looked at Spencer. “Honestly, you could thank me later by eating me out, Handsome.” you winked at him just as Garcia picked up.

—

After catching the unsub, you were heading home on the jet when Spencer sat down next to you. The others were either sleeping or listening to some music to relax.

“Nice job out there.”

“Thank you.”

“So, do you also tell everything to your nail tech?”

“Oh yes, he knows all about you.”

“Oh, so you have a male nail tech?”

“I sure do. Known him since high school.”

“Look, I’m sorry but… I’m thinking about what happened at the police station that night… And I know we were both tired and in need of sleep, so I just want you to know that I will just forget about it.” 

“With your memory? I highly doubt it. And it’s not like I was lying. But you are smart enough to know I have special feelings for you.” he nodded. “Honestly, my offer stands. Take me out to dinner tomorrow and then you can come over?”

“I would like that, very much.” you smiled and nodded at his words.

"It's a date then. But just so you know, I do prefer a bed."

"Honestly, I already knew that." you laughed a little at his reply.

Then, you let out a yawn before putting your head on his shoulder as you got comfortable.

Honestly, you knew this date will be one to remember.

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jj is the type of boyfriend to fist bump you and call you 'homie'. he's the type to tease you relentlessly but also protect you as if you're so fragile a mere bump in the wrong direction will break you. he likes to tease you and say "i don't know, can you?" jokingly when you ask for something, or exaggerate his answers when you say something obvious. he's the type to shamelessly grab your bum in front of everyone but also get mad when someone slightly inconveniences you. he loves to cuddle you from behind and pepper you in kisses, but will also ruffle your hair and lick your face. he's your boyfriend, but he's also your best friend ᰔ

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JJ Maybank loves to hold hands, btw. This man loves to kiss, of course. He loves to wrap his arms around you and make you blush when his hands run up your back. But this man loves to hold hands.

He adores the warmth of your hand in his, the comfort that you're walking with him through the obx, unashamed. He likes the way you drag him from place to place when you see something interesting, tight grip on his hand as you pull him toward a shop window you want to peek through.

He loves how simple the gesture is. Fingers intertwined, a gentle affection that makes him blush. When you squeeze his hand, a silent communication, his heart stutters. He doesn't care if your palms are sweaty, or if his are just as damp. He doesn't care if walking with your hand in his is even slightly inconvenient. He's gonna have a hold of your hand in his whenever he can.

When he's kissing you, driving himself insane with the feeling of your lips on his, he's got one hand pressed firmly against the wall behind you, or maybe he's got a tight grip on your hip, but his other hand wanders down to your own, squeezing with each sharp breath you take.

He loves how it feels to hold your hand. He loves the way people look at him when he does. He loves the feeling of being completely and entirely yours.