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[bunnycvnts]

Request for John b: reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell John b because they are still teenagers.

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: teen pregnancy. one mention of throwing up. i think that’s it.

tears filled your eyes and your hands shook, the positive pregnancy test trembling in your tight grip. you couldn’t believe it, you’d done everything imaginable to practice safe sex. from condoms, birth control, and even a few plan b’s. the bathroom felt colder than it had three minutes ago, and goosebumps rose on your smooth skin.

standing in the mirror, you pushed your belly out, trying to imagine what it’d look like when it was swollen—you and john b’s child growing inside you. you loved him, truly, but you guys weren’t ready for a child. hell, you were still children yourselves. both sixteen and living life carefree, only focused on getting the gold, careers and education be damned.

you wiped at your eyes and cheeks, trying to clean them from the spilled tears, and called the only person you could think of. pope.

pope was your best friend, having grown up next door to each other and being in various classes together throughout your educational lives. his family was yours, and vice versa. he even introduced you to john b. the rest was kind of history.

when pope arrived, slightly panicked from your cryptic call, he found you still sitting on the bathroom floor, your back leaning onto the cold tub. his eyes shot around the room, trying to make sense of your watery eyes and distressed breathing. it didn’t take long for him to narrow in on the small test lying on the sink. you watched as he surveyed the situation, and knew when his eyes practically popped out of his skull that he had noticed it.

“pope, what do i do?” your tone was meek, like a small child who was scared to get yelled at.

pope’s mouth opened and shut, searching for the right words.

“you have to tell him.”

this only made you sob harder. you were horrified of telling john b. he was so close to finding the gold, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him. he was more and more hopeful every day, and you just knew that he’d be disappointed in what was now forming inside your womb.

pope sank against the tub, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side.

“hey, it’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure this out. we always do. i mean, a baby isn’t ideal but statistically, it was probably bound to happen. teen pregnancy is far more common than you think.” pope rambling off statistics made you let out a small chuckle, which prompted a smile from the boy.

“i promise, we got this. the first step is telling him.”

you nodded at your best friend, his figure bleary from your watery eyes, but you knew his gaze held nothing but kindness. you talked for the next hour, going over possible scenarios of telling john b, both of you still lying against the uncomfortable bend of the tub.

by the next day, you were ready to tell john b. you’d driven to the chateau, making sure he’d be home beforehand, and that jj or any other pogues were long gone. when you raised your fist to knock on the wooden door, he surprised you by swinging it open before your knuckles made contact.

“are you like … breaking up with me?” a frown sat on your boyfriends lips, hesitation clear in his eyes. a small gasp left your mouth, and you shook your head ‘no’. you pushed past him, dragging him inside the home, and sat on the couch while he sat next to you, a larger distance than normal placed between you.

“i have to tell you something, and you have to promise you won’t freak out or end things or whatever. okay?” your hands shook nervously as you picked at your cuticles, which were now torn apart from the anxiety consuming you the night before.

“i promise. just tell me.” john b was on the edge of his seat, and worry laced his tone. he had no clue what his girlfriend was about to tell him, but her words scared him slightly.

“so, i don’t know what happened, or why it happened. i don’t know, john b. but i started getting sick like a week ago, and im so tired lately. then, i missed my period. and, well, i got worried and took a test and im pregnant.” tears filled your eyes, and you chewed on your lower lip harshly, scared to meet his eyes as he let the information sink in. after lingering silence, you looked up at him and were surprised to find him grinning at the floor. you sat in the quiet for a bit longer before he decided to speak.

“so, i’m gonna be a dad?” you could hear the excitement in his voice, furrowing your eyebrows at him. you nodded lightly, overall confused by his reaction. you’d thought he’d cry, vomit or even throw something, but grinning? that was never on your list.

your thoughts were cut off by john b picking you up and swinging you around, laughing excitedly.

“baby, we’re gonna be parents! little pogues running around ‘n shit! jayj is gonna fuckin’ flip!” his laughter echoed in your eyes and you cried harder, laughing softly as he spun you around. he stopped abruptly and grabbed your cheeks to hold them in both of his large hands, the size of which encompassed the entire sides of your face.

“no, what? what’s wrong, love? why are you crying?” his thumbs reached out to wipe away your fallen tears. your bottom lip trembled when you went to speak.

“i just..i was so scared of how you’d react. i never imagined you’d be happy about it.”

john b’s face softened at your words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“how could i be anything but excited when finding out the love of my life is literally walking around with a piece of us forming inside her.”

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[cinnamonr0llmaz]

[maybanksprincess]

satisfy you

warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, p in v sex, pet names, kissing, squirting, drinking.

summary: reader is dating rafe, and he isnt satisfying her needs, jj offers to help.

pairings: nice!kook!reader x pogue!jj

you attended this big bonfire that everyone went to every single year in the outer banks.

if you lived in the outerbanks you knew that bonfires were the core place that drama started.

usually you would go to drink one or two beers, have fun, and dance with your friends a little. but this time that wasnt the case.

Rafe had been getting closer with this bartender from the country club, and it was really starting to weigh down on you.

you tried to ignore it at first, but he had started going to the country club a lot more often, more than usual. and he stopped touching you all together.

first he stopped fucking you as often, but then it quickly turned into just no attention or affection from him at all. and it really hurt.

you went to this party to get wasted, and forget about all your problems, even if it was temporary.

you drunk a few beers, and downed a couple shots, now a bit tipsy from the alcohol floating in your system.

you were sitting in the grass, knees pressed up to your chest, back up against a oak tree with a few carvings on the bark of it.

your just staring at everyone partying and having fun, zoning out and just lost in your thoughts.

your snapped out of your thoughts as you see a fit blonde walk in your direction, stopping beside you.

"sup, can i sit?" the blonde asks

"yeah, of course." i look up at him and scoot over, making room.

as he sat next to me in the grass i smelled a mixture of alcohol and weed on him.

"so, what are you doin' alone at a bonfire?" he asks while giving you a once over, admiring the sight of ur curves in that dress.

"jus' trying to get my mind off things, you know?" i look up, finally locking eyes with him.

"yeah? things like what? i bet ur pretty little kook life is awesome." he says as he brings the joint between his fingers to his lips, taking a puff out of it.

"kook life really isnt all that great jay. not as great as you think" you say with a hint of vulnerability behind your words.

"it actually sucks," you continue "all the girls are mean. all they care about is money, and their boyfriends fancy cars. and all the kooks are assholes."

he puffs out the smoke, exhaling and listening to your rambling.

"i just feel like..im stuck in bubble wrap sometimes. i dunno if that makes sense" you put your head down, feeling like you said too much.

he turns so hes sitting in front of you, his face in front of yours.

"y'know its okay to get outta the bubble wrap sometimes..." he says, his eyes trailing to the hint of exposed cleavage from ur dress.

you dont know if it was the alcohol in your system or the way he was looking at you, but damn, he was so hot.

you find yourself staring, and look away, until he uses his index finger to tilt your chin back so your face meets his.

you felt a familiar pooling between your legs, but it wasn't like the pooling that happened when rafe was around.

you barely got turned on by rafe by the way he treated you, literally having to beg him to touch you most of the time. he couldn't commit to one woman, and the better of you knew that. you just couldn't seem to let him go.

i involuntarily clench my thighs, and it doesn't go unnoticed by jj, his eyes dart down to the exposed skin on your thighs.

his cargo shorts start to tighten, as if he wasnt already hard when he first approached.

you and jj start to pass the blunt, and eventually the tension becomes too much, the weed and alcohol is floating in your systems, and you find yourselves leaning into eachother.

your lips eventually meet, and it only escalates from there.

at first it was sweet and slow, but then it quickly got hot and heavy, your tongues tangling together.

you straddle his lap, grinding your clothed core against his bulge that was straining in his shorts. his hands start to grope your ass, as his dick seeks more friction from you.

he groans, and his arms hook under your thighs, he pushes himself off the ground, supporting your weight easily.

he carries you over to the twinkie, all the other pogues are still occupied out at the bonfire partying.

he uses one hand to open the sliding door, and lays you flat on your back on the surface of the backseat. he shuts the car door and he wastes no time in connecting your lips with his again.

in between kisses, he mutters out "'m gonna fuck you so good, ya gonna forget rafe exists."

following his words, he unbuckles his shorts and slides them down his legs, kicking them to the side, along with his boxers.

you look down at his dick and your eyes widen. you've never took dick that big before, fuck you were panicking.

he smirks at your reaction, and he slides your dress down your thighs, and off, tossing it where his boxers were. he lowers his face to angle it down with yours, his arms on either side of your head.

he strokes his hard cock, his tip leaks salty white precum on your thighs. his hands go down to the waistband of your panties and he hooks his fingers into it.

"can i take these off, pretty girl?" he asks, his ocean blue eyes boring into yours.

you nod, breathing getting heavy, the pool between your legs intensifying by the second. you were really about to get fucked by jj maybank.

you almost couldn't believe it, you both came from totally opposite sides, he grew up in the cut and you didnt. it was weird, but in that moment you didnt care.

all you cared about was getting his dick inside of you.

with the fingers that are hooked in ur panties, he slides them down your thighs with. he tosses ur panties and his eyes zero in on your spread pussy.

he groans, his cock jumping at the sight. he spreads your thighs some more, and the sudden feeling of a warm substance hitting your pussy shakes you out of your thoughts.

you look down to see his cock leaking precum onto your clit.

he spreads his precum on your folds with his tip, you both moaning at the situation. he lines his tip with your entrance and he pushes himself in.

as he slowly pushes in, he dips his head down to kiss your neck to soothe the slight pain from the stretch of his thick, girthy, cock.

he whimpers against your neck at the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his member.

he starts to slowly thrust in and out, before his thrusts become faster and deeper. you grab onto his shoulders as a leverage, even though you weren't going to fall.

as he continues to thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, he speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "mm what a fuckin' shame. that kook passed up the chance to fuck this pussy?"

you moan at his words, the stretch of his dick, the sound of his voice, the way his hand comes down to rub your clit, its all too much.

you start to see stars as you throw your head back, pussy clamping down on his cock. your moans and his groans fill the twinkie. the car rocking with every thrust, due to however old the junk was.

his tip nudges the spongy spot inside your pussy that makes you squirm, you start to whimper and let out long moans, signaling your close.

jj can tell by the way your clamping down on him, and the way your eyes roll back, that your close. he starts to thrust into you at a relentless speed, rubbing your clit rapidly, meeting your lips in a heated kiss.

you shout into his mouth "fuck jj!"

he smirks against your lips, pulling away for a brief moment to speak, his speed never faltering "cmon baby; tell me i fuck you better than rafe." he breathes out

i moan, tears flowing out of your eyes "fuck yes, so much better!" your eyes roll back again

he feels your nails scratching at his back, desperately trying to hold onto something. "yeah? who do u belong to now, hm?"

"you jayjay.." you barely manage to get out with the tears flowing out of your eyes.

he kisses your forehead gently, still slamming into your pussy. "cmon, give it t'me princess. cum for me baby."

following his words, you feel a unfamiliar gush of liquid come out of your hole. you've never done that before. it feels different but it feels so damn good.

you scream out, continuing to squirt on his cock.

he thrusts a few more times, groaning and moaning as he cums on your tummy, "your mine now. my fuckin' girl."

after he comes down from his high, he pulls his phone out, and snaps a picture with the flash, adding a text to it that says "jus made your girl squirt, looks like shes mine now, kook 😎"

he sends it to rafe, and then he helps u back into ur dress, then puts his shorts back on after.

"y'know i meant what i said, ur mine now." he seals his words with a quick kiss.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

unexpected consequences

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, condoms breaking, pregnancy/breeding talk, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, mention of marriage

���oh fuck, yeah.” you moan out, fingers gripping rafes shoulders. “right-right there.”

your moans are extra loud today, having been apart from rafe for nearly a week after he had business out of the country. rafe is just as pent up as you, thrusting harshly into your cunt to the chorus of his grunts.

“close.” rafe warns, but you could tell anyways by the swelling of his cock that he wouldn’t last long.

“oh my god, yes.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as your release pushes through your body, cumming with a final shout of your boyfriends name.

rafe drops his head into your neck as he cums inside of you, pushing as deeply as he can as your cunt pulses around him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press soft kisses to his head while rafe pants through his orgasm, until you shift slightly and feel it inside of you.

“rafe, pull out.” you shove at his shoulder, causing him to look up in concern, but he slips his softening cock out.

“what is it baby?” rafe asks. you look down at the condom he always wears, where theres always a bit of white cum gathered at the tip, but this time it looks practically empty, like he just rolled it on.

“rafe.” you hit his shoulder, causing him to flinch and look down.

“wha-” rafe suddenly realizes the issue, rolling himself off the bed as he walks into the bathroom, no doubt to inspect the condom and tell you what you already know is true.

“it broke.” rafe says when he comes out a moment later.

“i know.” you admit, shifting your hips from side to side again. “i can tell.”

“im so sorry baby.” rafe says with a sigh, laying on the bed next to you but not pulling you into his arms, not sure if you want to be touched.

“its okay.” you hum softly, mind still reeling. “you didn’t know.”

“what are we gonna do?” rafe asks, knowing you’re not on birth control due to affecting other medication you’re on.

“well, i can take a plan b in the morning…” you say quietly. 

“or.” rafe encourages you to continue, able to tell that you aren’t finished.

“or we could wait and see. i mean i probably won’t get pregnant just from one time, right?” you shrug.

“what about if it does take? and you’re pregnant?” rafe asks, looking at your tummy.

as if you’re thinking the same thing, you lay your hand over your stomach, knowing that even if you are pregnant there is nothing in there yet, but the thought alone has you rubbing gently over your skin. “i don’t know.” you admit.

“i want to keep it.” rafe blurts out. “if-if you are pregnant.” rafe can’t take not touching you any longer, pulling you close to him and tangling your limbs together.

“are you sure?” you raise your eyebrows. you think rafe would be an amazing father, knowing how protective he is of you, and how he strives every day to take even better care of you. “we are so young.”

“i love you. i want to be with you, i want a family with you. why not start now?” rafe questions. he won’t admit it to you yet, but he’s been thinking about taking the next step, having even gone ring shopping to see his options. “besides-” rafe smiles, “why are you trying to talk me out of it? you’ve always wanted kids.”

you grin back at him. “i know.” you let a giggle free, feeling giddy about the possibility. you’ve always wanted to become a mom, especially because you have so many younger siblings. “so, are we doing this?”

“yes.” rafe says definitively, pulling you in for a kiss, a comforting one that you truly need.

“oh my god, im so excited.” you break the kiss to mumble against his lips.

rafe nods in agreement, lowering a hand between your bodies to touch your stomach. “probably too early to start talking to your tummy, huh?” 

“definitely. i mean, we don’t even know if i’m pregnant, it may take a couple tries…” you trail off, hoping rafe gets your intention.

“well, i will just have to keep cumming inside you.” rafe shrugs. “in fact, we shouldn’t take any chances and i should fill you up again right now.”

rafes hand lowers from your stomach to your thigh as he grabs your flesh and pulls your leg over his hip, spreading your thighs for him as your cunt rubs up against his quickly hardening cock.

“rafe!” you shout with a laugh, but don’t stop him as he begins to grind his cock into your core.

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[sophie-swan]

What are yalls top 3 DRs?

Mines:

1. Twilight.

2. Outer Banks.

3. The Vampire Diaries.

[kiiyomei]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑩𝒂𝒅 & 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒋𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏

(TW: not proofread, mention of drugs, and bad grammar )

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘥 & 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘦 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥—𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺? 𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖪𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅.

Bad and Boujee Kook stepped away from her newly made friends or possible acquaintances depending on how it goes to determine if they’re genuine or not. She sashayed through the crowd of people, reaching the corner turn to the kitchen and collided into a wall?

No instead, it was none other than Rafe Cameron, and just so lucky for her it included the red plastic solo-cup filled with whiskey that spilled on her.

“What the fuck?!” She exclaims, stepping back to look down to her red velvet tube top and leopard print mini skirt, now stained with whiskey.

“You should watch where you’re going.” Rafe grumbled, carelessly tossing the cup to the trash and unapologetic for spilling on her.

She stared at him with a dumbfounded expression, before changing into an angered one after.

“Me? You’re the douchebag that spilled your drink on me and still haven’t apologized.” She scoffed, pointing her finger hard into his chest to make her point.

“Why would I apologize? You’re the one who in fact bumped into me first.” Rafe declared, crossing his arms across his chest and smirked amusingly.

“Matter of fact, I think you owe me a drink.”

It was the final straw, which led to Bad and Boujee Kook to only smile mockingly then grabbed the closest drink nearby; unfortunately it happened to be Topper that came by to see the commotion.

“What are you—“ Rafe tried to ask, but cut off by the sudden liquid tossed into his face and cup thrown at his head right after by her.

“Drink up, bitch boy.” She made the final comment, before walking off from the two in the kitchen and deciding to leave the party early than anticipated.

Topper eyes were wide, shocked by the sudden commotion that escalated quickly and unsure to what to say without risking his best friend from kicking his ass for it or shouting at him. Odds were not good.

“Did she really?” Topper continued looking between his best friend and the silhouette of her before disappearing into the crowd of people.

“She did.” Rafe exhaled a long sigh, wiping the beer from the keg stand from his face and his eyes.

But something deep down inside of him ignited; intrigue? curiosity? interest? It was all unsure except one thing on his mind. He needed someone like her.

“That was kinda hot.” He admitted, unfazed by the stickiness and scent of beer lingering on him.

Topper shakes his head, concerned about his friend. “Man you’ve got some issues..”

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘢𝘥 & 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘦 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 ���𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺

𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵; 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 (𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦.

“Rafe, I’m not going to keep putting up with the hot and cold shoulder. We’re adults for fuck sake, this isn’t elementary to play hot and cold game.” She snapped finally, ready to put him in his place.

“If you feel that way, then go ahead and pack your shit then leave.” Rafe threatened carelessly, not entirely serious and thinking he’d have the win over her.

His once big ego shrinks, after witnessing her give one firm nod and mumbled of ‘okay’ then proceeded to walk into the shared walk-in closet to pack a bag. It was like his heart dropped to his stomach, not sure if she was serious or play reverse psychology on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, approaching her in the walk-in closet and seeing her grab leather brown Louis Vuitton duffle bag to pack her clothes and shoes.

She scoffed, not replying this time instead continuing to stride around the room to grab some of her belongings that were deemed important enough.

“Are you serious going to leave?” He continued to speak, his anxiety rising and stepped into the room to try stepping in her way to prevent her.

She looked up to him with disbelief, chuckling softly.

“I’m not gonna stay where I’m not wanted, so can you move? Please and thank you.” She stepped around him to grab some of her shoes.

It was one big reality check, that Bad & Boujee Kook wasn’t like his ex’s that used to drop to his feet begging to fix things or to stay, instead she seems okay’d enough to give it up and leave him.

For the first time ever in his life, Rafe practically leaped to grab ahold her and putting aside dignity and pride to keep her from actually leaving him.

“Baby, I…I didn’t mean it.” He mumbled, feeling unlike himself to do this kind of thing but he actually cared about her and their relationship. “Don’t..”

“Don’t what?” She asked, expectantly awaiting for him to spit out the words she’d been awaiting for him to say and making 10x difficult for him. “Use your words.”

He grumbled, in taking a sharp breath and avoiding her gaze after it made it much harder doing so while she loved every second of it to relish it.

“Don’t leave me.” He says, after clearing his throat and speaking clearly while trying to not get pouty although it sounded like it in his voice. “…please.”

She exhaled a small sigh but cracked into the little smile upon her soft, plump lips and set down the bag to step closer towards him. Her hand cupped his jaw, tilting his head to gaze into her eyes.

“Don’t pull this shit again, cause we both know I’m the last one to put up with it.” She stated simply, then sealed it with a soft kiss to his cheek. “Got it?”

He felt glad no one was around, to see the way she got him wrapped her little finger and easily whipped.

“I’ve got it.” He stated firmly.

“Good boy.” She giggled.

(Alexa play Walk Em Like A Dog By Saucy Santana)

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘦 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘦 𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘬𝘦.

Bad and Boujee Kook home was the second safe place for Rafe, including her parents that welcomed him with open arms to their family. Including extending a key for him to use cause of how much they trusted him.

Which why it wasn’t a surprise that he came over, with the emergency key in hand to unlock the front door at 3 in the morning and nowhere to go in the rain. He had been driving around the island aimlessly, going through one big manic episode after the fight with his dad; Ward, and his drug dealer Barry not responding.

She had zero experience with anyone that gone through withdrawals from drugs or anything as such, but she was willing to try to help him.

Even if it meant sitting on the shower floor with the water turned lukewarm and holding him tightly in her arms after he goes through the symptoms. She continued playing with his hair, as her other free hand rubbing his back soothingly slow.

“I-I want to quit…I want to be clean, but.” Rafe mumbled, stuttering over his words and trying to open up but still finding it difficult to explain.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” She whispered, placing soft kisses to his head while his head rested upon her bare chest and her nude body sat in his lap. Yet still the big spoon.

“It won’t always be easy, but when you’re ready I’ll be there through it all.” She kissed his temple, continuing to hold him through the entire shower.

The moodboard of the dynamic couple

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[seeyouspacecowboyyy]

I can’t help it

[ayatotiddies]

🥁- 🎸 - Band!Rafe Who Just Missed You So Much While On Tour :(

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Warnings - 18+ MDNI - P in V, Porn With Plot, Established Relationship, No Protection (Wrap it before you tap it!), Creampie, Just lots of soft loving, Sweet kisses, Soft ‘nd subby Rafe <3, Name Calling (Pretty girl, Sweet Thing, Babydoll, Angel, Baby. Reader calls HIM Ray, like once or twice.), Ownership Kink (Mine and Yours). NOT PROOF READ.

Moodboard - Here 🎸

A/N - This was so yummy 😩 Also I wrote all of this while half asleep….

The door creaked open, causing your pretty head to look away from the tv. Only to see it was your boyfriend back home from his tour. Before he could place his guitar down you were padding over to him in that pretty little nightgown.

“Rafe!”

You chirped with a smile painted on that pretty face. Arms wrapping tight around his neck as you pulled him in for a hug.

“Hey gorgeous,” the man hummed and kissed on your forehead. “How’s my girl been?”

He murmured, picking you up into his arms. Completely forgetting about his guitar, Rafe walked down the hall into your shared bedroom.

“I missed you” You whined, pretty lips puckered out in a pout.

The sight only making the blonde snicker as he laid you both on the bed. Finding a very comfortable spot between your thighs

“Missed you so much more, pretty girl.” He nuzzled into your neck, peppering kisses along your skin.

A soft hum came from your pretty lips. His soft kisses were making your panties SOAKED. You just missed your man so much! It wasn’t your fault. :( So when he slowly leaned down onto you, you were quick to change the position. You quickly demanding the man onto his back so you could straddle him and who was he to complain?

“Anything for you, lover.”

Was all you heard before he got on his back, his hands sat on your hips in the process. It’s so obvious the hard on his has in his jeans but he’s trying to be sweet! For you. Until he knows you want it. The way you’re biting that pretty lip and soft grinding on him. A soft grunt or two, falling from his lips. Accompanied by a little whine, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Sweet thing, as much as I love this are you reallly gonna tease me all night? Or help me out here.” The rough man whispered, like he was in a place to demand.

“Rafe, just shut up.” You pouted, leaving the man stunned.

He got the memo as you lifted your hips up. While you grabbed your pretty little lace panties to the side, he unbuckled his belt, quickly tugging his pants and boxers down. Cock springing out proudly and smacking against his abs.

A cocky grin on your lips, causing you to bite your bottom one. He grabbed his cock a have it a few quick strokes before lining it up with your soaked entrance. Your hand took over as you slowly sunk down onto him. The way your lips parted and eyes turned to slits. He could cum on the spot, instantly he grabbed your hips. His eyes were on the verge of rolling back into his head a soft whimper leaving his lips.

“Babydoll, I’ma need you to calm down or I- Shit, I might cum. Think you can do that for me Angel?”

The way you bit your lip and nodded, he let out an exhale. Then he let you fully sink down onto him. Pausing to give him a momentary break. While you just felt so full and wanted to ride him. The man could barely handle it, being gone for 2 weeks was clearly too much. His eyes fluttered shut and then opened with a soft nod.

A loud groan from the man underneath you. His hands shifted from your hips to your ass. Gripping the meaty flesh as you bounced on him.

“You look so pretty Ray.” You teased and leaned down, kissing his pretty lips.

A whine left the man’s lips as he kept you down on him.

“Can’t say shit like that, baby. Especially not when you’re on top of me.” The whisper was a soft breath across your lips.

Pulling a hand up to hold the back of your neck as he kissed you. The other now splayed on your back. Soft grunts and pretty moans filled the air as you grinded down on him. The way his tip kissed that spot in you, over and over and over again. It was heavenly. Eyes rolling back before he softly kissed you back to earth.

“S’okay pretty girl, you got this. You wanna cum for me?” He questioned to which he earned an immediate nod, along with those sweet moans.

That sweet smile on his face as he hummed.

“M’kay, I’ll take care of it.” He whispered and moved his hands down to your hips.

Your head found its resting spot in his neck. Kissing and leaving your saliva all over him. He carefully started bouncing you up and down. Occasionally stopping to grind you down on him, just to give that pretty clit of yours some pressure. When your nails dug into his shoulders and you clenched around him, he knew you were close.

“Shit, y’gonna cum all on me?” He grinned and proceeded to pick up the pace.

“Rafe, need to- cum!” You poor thing, were so cock drunk you couldn’t help but hiccup in between words.

In your hazy mind he was just being plain mean when he snickered but he was doing all the work! ‘Nd he thought you were so cute when you started trembling, your eyes rolling back as you clenched around him.

“That’s it sweet girl, c’mon, cum all over my cock.” He urged, feeling himself nearing the edge.

You pushed yourself up, hands using his chest as a stand. Slowly bouncing up and down on him as you neared the edge of your orgasm. Rafe moaned out with you. Biting his lip before letting out a rough groan. His grip so tight on your hips it stung.

A few messy thrusts later and an unsteady bounce. Your eyes rolled back as you came around him. Clenching so prettily around his pulsing cock. Creating a creamy ring around his base. The man lost it. Digging those rough fingers into you as his hips bucked up. Getting impossibly deeper to spill his load into you. He was proud he had held out this long.

Your head laid down on his chest. Both of your breaths were unsteady and raggedy. His fingers treaded through your sweaty hair. A sheen gloss of sweat coated the two of you. Rough pants and soothing touches

“I don’t think I’m ever going to leave you for that long. EVER. again.” The man declared with what looked like a pout.

Causing both of you to burst out into a fit of giggles. The giggles quieted down though.

“You gonna be mine forever, right?” You looked up at the man with a questioning look.

“Uh’course baby, I’m yours for life.” He confirmed.

“Missed you Ray.”

“I missed you more baby.” The man declared, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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[where-is-my-whump]

Outer Banks 4x10

[shiftersroom]

i astral projected!!

i’ve been trying this method to AP, so i can eventually shift from it.

and i’ve always only partially exited my body. but today, after again only exiting partially, a woman showed up and told me that she’d cleansed the area of anything negative and i’m free to explore, but she wouldn’t always be around to do that.

i AP’d again seconds after that, fully.

i spent a few minutes exploring my apartment, looking at myself in the mirror, and trying to interact with everything. i tried turning the lights on but it only worked halfway, almost like my touch was too light.

i then tried to leave myself a message by circling something in a tv guide, and writing “hello from astral” on the table, but unfortunately these things don’t exist on this plane (the astral can be slightly different).

i finally tried to shift thru it as the guide says to ground yourself for 2 minutes before shifting. i connected to my obx dr frequency through feelings, but i still woke up here. in hindsight i didn’t spend enough time connecting to my dr.

but yeah now that i’m not scared, i know i can AP more frequently and finally shift!

[ogprettyprincess]

𝟅�� some of my dr's ! welcoming potential mootties, lets chat <3 | last updated: 100524 10:50am

✰ anime

⚘ one piece , (1st) genevieve e. blue , 17 , s/o: trafalgar d. waterlaw , trope: captain/crewmate -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (kūki kūki fruit)air manipulation / (2nd) alira andilet , 18 , s/o: blackleg sanji , trope: crewmates -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (dangan dangan fruit) bullet manipulation

⟡ blue lock , satoru jena , 17 , s/o: micheal kaiser (slow burn) , family: gojo, geto (parents) + 4 siblings, team: blue locks eleven

𖦹 mha , gojo satori (yes) , 18 , s/o: bakugou katsuki , trope: strangers -> pining -> lovers (slow burn) , hero name: arachne , power: spider , family: satosugu & their 4 kids

⊰ jjk , taira kazuha , 19 , s/o: nanami kento , trope: mentor -> friends -> lovers , technique: string & invisibility manipulation , domain expansion: illusion of fear & desire , family: ren & kyoto taira (parents) kenji taira (brother)

꧞ haikyuu , ukai kananami , 15 , s/o: tsukishima kei , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , family: kaito & ben ukai (parents) ukai keishin (brother) , team: karasuno boys volleyball

␥ aot , geneviève ackerman , 15 , s/o: jean kirstien , trope: strangers -> enemies -> friends -> lovers , family: charlotte & oliver ackerman (parents) levi ackerman (uncle) , humanity's second strongest soldier :P , role: the savoir

⊞ atla , aoki kazuha , 16 , s/o: un-named oc , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: aki & rolan aoki (parents) kian & kano (brothers) , element: all , main: air, avatar of 3000 (?)

✰ shows

❀ obx , geneviève lambert , 17 , s/o: rafe cameron (not psycho) , trope: childhood friends -> "enemies" -> friends -> lovers , family: lyla lambert (mom) logan westwood (step dad) , role: man in the middle

⪩ twd , charlotte grimes , 21 , s/o: daryl dixon (32) , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: oliver & evie grimes (dad & mom) rick grimes (uncle turned dad) carl grimes (cousin turned brother) judith (cousin turned sister) , main weapon: dual blades

✵ bcd (/behind closed doors ; original reality) , katara brown , 18 , s/o: nakamoto arito (oc) , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers (slow burn) , occupation: assassin in training , role: the finalist

✰ games

✶ genshin impact , (1st) princess enver le'mistral , 21 , s/o: kaedehara kazuha (?) , trope: strangers -> playful enemies -> lovers , vison: anemo , home: sky city (og) + fontaine , family: nalani & alain le'mistral (parents) navida le'mistral (aunt) , position: champion dualist / (2nd) tashita jinx - [under construction]

キ overwatch , ruben dawn , 35 , s/o: cole cassidy , trope: friends -> lovers , weapon: sword , family: mom , occupation: former blackwatch member, current ow member, frontliner

✰ other

✦ youtuber , (1st) geneviève eden silvestrè , 18 , s/o: n/a , trope: n/a family: evangeline & antonio silvestrè (parents) leo + angelina + dom (brothers & sister) / (2nd) imani eden monroe , 21 , s/o: berlin edmond , family: nilani monroe (mom) angelica & clementine (sisters)

◎ footballer , violet dupont , 21 , s/o: elisa de almeida , trope: teammates -> lovers , family: jamais dupont (dad) claude & blaise dupont (brothers) , team: psg feminines + women's french national

☆ actress , (1st) violette eden irl last name , 20 , s/o: drew starkey , trope: costars -> lovers , family: leila (mom) anastasia & june (sisters) , main roles: charlotte in obx + edith in despicable me + peyton in the game plan / (2nd) valerie eden auclair - [under construction]

𐙚 kpop , (1st) jenevieve eden levesque , 19 , s/o: christopher bang , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , year: 2020 , family: nilani levesque (mom) leo + angelina + dontai + alias + charlotte monroe (siblings :3) , groups: nct, nct 127, nct x / (2nd) - [under construction]

ᡣ𐭩 teen fame , genevieve eden morgan , 14 , s/o: elisa de almeida (15) , trope: friends -> lovers , family: jeffery dean morgan (dad) , main rolls - [under construction]

一 that's all ! if you have any same / similar dr's feel free to talk about them or dm me so we can !! (i desperately need to see satosugu happy if you can't tell)

❥ i didn't mention my waiting room cause that'll be another post, but it's basically a city shifting hub / giant waiting room for shifters from all different realities ! lemmie know if you wanna hear about it :)

[erwinsvow]

when you start dating pope, it’s like you’ve also started dating jj. they come as a joint package, which you kind of already knew but not to this extent. jj almost always crashes your dates, shows up to the picnic you packed and spread out on a towel at the beach, starts snacking on the heart-shaped fruit you’d cut up for pope. sometimes the two of you ditch dinner because he needs to run to go help one of this friends—more often than not, it’s jj. even when you’re just cuddling in pope’s room, sneaking up there to be alone even though his parents know and love you, you’ll hear the roar of jj’s bike and groan into pope’s chest.

if you’re annoyed (besides for the occasional whine) you don’t show it to your boyfriend. this is his best friend, and by association, should be your friend too. you welcome him to everything you and pope are doing, pack extra food just in case, make pope buy a large cream when he really wanted a small because you know jj will eat the rest.

it’s nice, you’re beginning to think. you just want pope to be pleased with you—which he always is. you don’t understand the implications of this little trio you’ve become a part of until a little later.

in pope’s truck, smooshed in the front between pope driving and jj in the passenger seat. you’ve been driving for what feels like ages, listening to the two boys talk back and forth, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. you’re too sleepy to engage, quietly watching the road ahead for as long as you could before your head dips and settles onto pope’s shoulder.

“hey, pretty girl-” pope starts, trying to shift his arm to keep the wheel stable. “we’re almost there, don’t fall asleep on me now.”

you mumble something indecipherable against his shirt, when you hear jj speak up.

“nah, man, let her sleep. who knows what kinda freaky shit you put her through. she needs to rest.” you barely understand him, just hearing your boyfriend and his friend exchange words quietly, laughing.

“jj, help me out here so i can drive,” and you feel yourself being moved from pope’s shoulder by big, warm hands on your arm and then on your waist. you don’t resist, only pull away from jj’s touch to give pope a kiss on the cheek, before leaning away from him and melting into jj’s grip, head against his chest, his arm around your shoulder and hand playing with your hair. you’ve never thought about it before, but jj smells really good—not exactly the pine and saltwater and cotton scent of pope, but musky like the forest and the sand at the beach. you’re out within a minute, chest rising and falling evenly and quiet snores filling the truck.

jj stares down at you in his arms for a little too long, and then looks up at pope, who’s looking at the two of you. they both smile.

[letsyapthenightaway]

OuterBanks x reader idea

New season spoiler!

I haven't seen the new season of Outer Banks but I need a kook plus-size reader who has always been there for the pogues. She fit in well with Kooks and Pogues. But the Kooks are too stuck up to see past her looks and the Pogues are too in their heads to see that she understands them.

Stood by them no matter what, was the one who thought things through. Kinda like the mom of the group but also seen as too naive? Ditzy? Idk but she was always put in last place.

Maybe she liked Pope then JJ but they both chose Kiara, maybe some jealousy towards her? Whenever she would say something even if right it would get overlooked. She's had her fair share of interactions with Rafe, she doesn't like what he's done but she also sees him differently than the others because something about her makes him wanna be open to her.

I know Rafe has a love interest in the new season but the reader was always the one he would look for. Even with their differences she would give him advice, comfort him, and he would be protective of her.

Again! I haven't seen the newest season idk the context of JJ's death or how the pogues react. But just going off what I'm imagining reader is hurt. Still, she puts the pogues in front of herself making sure they are all okay. Maybe they all once again overlook her ways of helping them.

Idk if I want Rafe to call them all out on this dynamic they have, causing her to finally break down in front of everyone as he comforts her. Or have him speak to her in private like how they usually do but this time instead of her helping him it's him helping her.

I'm about to sit down and watch the new season just so I can see if I can write this. If someone else does write this please let me know so I can read it!

[shan-yee]

POV : The advent calendar event is coming

[really proud of this one]

[kiiyomei]

Bad and bougie!reader with Rafe at a party and someone disrespects her and before Rafe could crash out about it she steps in and handles it. Leaving Rafe in awe

[ A/N: 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. ]

[ TW: language, violence, little mention of blood. ]

The house party filled with partygoers ranging from the Toureon, local Kooks and some Pogues that managed to sneak into the party thanks to Sarah that allowed her boyfriend and his friends to swing-by.

Bad & Boujee Kook sat with her group of girl-friends on the sofa lounged out on the couches in the backyard and sipping from her cup of Tito’s mixed with strawberry lemonade for position of choice

Meanwhile, Rafe busied himself with a game of beer pong against Kelce and Blake, while Topper was his teammate through it all. The duo was unbeatable as people described them for their winning streak.

It was all going perfect since everyone was in good moods, no drama or fights for once and relishing in the moment before it quickly gone sour. It’s always expected at the parties in Figure 8.

After watching her boyfriend play one of his usual games, Bad & Boujee Kook decided it was time to grab another refill along with her best friend, Gigi. They excused themselves, making sure to let their boyfriend’s Rafe and Kelce their whereabouts

“Maybe I should—“ Ruthie suddenly spoke, trying to fit in with the shared friend group, after all being girlfriend of Topper and make friends instead cut off.

“Just because you sit like a lap dog for Top, doesn’t mean we need you to be one for us.” Bad & Boujee Kook replied with a small scoff and disdain in her tone, not liking her since the beginning. “Now go fetch the treat Topper throws at you.”

Gigi laughs, following right behind her leaving behind Ruthie on her own on the couch to continue watching her boyfriend and his friends play beer pong.

As the two girls wandered off, entering the house to approach the kitchen to retrieve their refills in drinks and discuss the small gossip; likely talking trash about Topper’s replacement from Sarah and finding some Kook that looked similar to her yet intolerable.

Gigi poured the POG juice along with Tito’s in her cup first before she began pouring the cranberry juice and Tito’s into the second cup for her friend.

“Why is she bothering to fit in with us? It’s not like we like her but she’s so sufferable to be around.” Gigi explained her dislike to Ruth, and reasonings behind it. “She is far up Topper’s ass to know that he’s trying to find a doppelgänger to replace his own ex.”

“No kidding. Ruth or whatever her name is, has zero comparison to Sarah.” Bad & Boujee Kook replied with, agitation evident in her tone and accepting the drink.

As the two girls were aimlessly chatting away and gossiping over their strong dislike to Topper’s new girlfriend that tried to hard to fit in their clique—they barely acknowledge the new Kook that’s staring hard towards one specific girl.

The same exact Kook, that’s been enamored of Bad and Boujee Kook, or likely she described down right obsessed with her for no good reason except infatuation. It was concerning at least.

Building up the courage, the guy stood up from his spot in the corner of the room and approached the two girls with one intention in mind. In the middle of mid-conversation about the recent gossip surrounding the island about their friend Olivia finding her now ex-boyfriend cheated with one of the Pogues from the cut side of the island.

“Can you believe it was with Lisa Olsen? Like you could’ve picked any other girl like some Touron or one of the locals around here.” Gigi says, sipping the cup filled with her mixed concoction of alcohol and juice.

Bad and Boujee Kook nodded along to every word, while glancing around for her own boyfriend to be exact considering he was in the middle of beer pong.

Her gaze flocked around the room, until landing her sights on him across the room in the backyard exactly where the long table was with the cups lined up into the triangle shape, except some cups missing.

The way Rafe looked, smugly smirking as he shot another ball and it landed into the cup as expected since he was a practical pro at the drinking game.

Especially after recently cleaning up his buzz-cut, wearing the crisp white T-shirt and tan cargo shorts that shown off his muscular body and her favorite body part of him; his biceps.

“Hello, are you even listening?” Gigi waved her hands in front of her friend’s face to regain her attention for the last five minutes and chuckling softly.

Bad & Boujee Kook snapped out of her own thoughts, shifting her attention back to her friend without any shame for eyeing her boyfriend. “Oops. Sorry.”

Gigi laughed, shaking her head. “You’ve got it so down bad for him, it’s almost sickeningly cute.”

The guy approached, bravely in front of everyone and smiling while keeping confidence within himself to try to pull either one of the girls; specifically her.

“Hello, ladies.” The new guy greeted the two with a cocky grin and swagger in his voice, like he had a chance with her or Gigi. “May I say you two are probably the hottest sight of my night.”

Gigi made a disgusted face, meanwhile Bad and Boujee Kook smile faltered into a scowl upon her face at the audacity of this guy to try that.

“Tell us something we don’t know already.” Gigi replied, sipping her drink and clearly unamused by his flirty attempt the first chance he had.

“Not interested.” Bad & Boujee Kook chimed in, not bothering to give a single second of her attention or time to the guy, looking around the room.

The confidence within the new guy faltered as his advances were rejected already by the two of them but not letting it slip-up the mojo to keep trying.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” The guy says, stepping closer to the both of them and trying once again.

Bad and Boujee Kook rolled her eyes, stepping back an inch or two further from the stranger that would not take the obvious hint she wasn’t interested for a reason. Her boyfriend was a D1 crash out, especially over her if anyone ever tried her.

She exhaled a long sigh, the vibe being killed instantly by the idiot that’s attempting too hard to hit on them without accepting the rejection.

“Let’s go, Gigi.” She says, linking arms with her blonde best friend to make their leave to return to their spot and put-up with Ruthie trying to fit in again.

The guy didn’t like that one bit, ignoring the obvious fact neither of the two wanted anything to do with him and stepped forward in front of them.

“Hold on now, there’s no need for you to act like a stuck-up bitch.” He told her, taking the rejection hard,

Across the room, after wining the last round to the game, Rafe looked away from Topper and Kelce to look around until his gaze locked on his girl—hold up whose that douchebag in front of her?

“Yo, hold on man—“ Topper tried to intervene to prevent his best friend reach the limit of crashing out on some guy bothering his girlfriend.

“Fuck off.” Rafe grumbled with a low growl coming from his chest, pushing back his best friend to march towards his girlfriend and the dickhead pressing her.

Meanwhile, Bad & Boujee Kook kept her composure the entire time with nonchalance with the passive aggressive attitude the dickhead had with her.

“Excuse me?” She asked, chuckling softly and resting her hand upon her hip to see if she heard him right.

The guy scoffed, suddenly extending his arm out to tug on her arm to pull her in close; face to face to try intimidating her without acknowledging her boyfriend storming his way towards them.

“You heard me. You might be hot but not that hot to act like a stuck-up bitch.” The guy spat in her face, taking the rejection harshly from her.

Everyone in the area suddenly quiet down, after spotting Rafe Cameron in one of his raging moods ready to kick the dickhead’s ass and put him in the hospital or worse, 6ft under the ground.

Right as he got close enough, suddenly—

The unexpected happened that left everyone gasping and wide-eyed with shock from what they witnessed.

Bad and Boujee Kook shot her hand out to deliver a right hook straight into the guy’s nose hearing the faint ‘CRACK’ and he cowered instantly, howling in pain from the impactful punch.

“SHIT—you crazy bitch..” The guy groaned in pain, hunched over clutching his nose as the blood gushed out and throbbing in pain. “I think you broke my nose.”

“Good, you deserved it you fucking prick.” She winced, shaking her hand to relieve the throbbing pain in her hand that’s swelling from the impactful punch.

Gigi let out a breathy laugh, watching the whole thing in front of her own very eyes and stepping closer behind her best friend to glance down to the guy.

“Wow, nice one.” The blonde complimented her best friend and the nasty right hook delivered.

Everyone had their phones out by now, recording the aftermath and whispering to one another to comment on the way she held her own against the guy without needing Rafe to step in to defend her.

Rafe was completely awestruck and maybe dumbfounded to see the way his own girlfriend threw the first punch before he had the chance to. Normally it was him, that’s the fighter in the relationship and handling her battles whenever it came to the guys that were passive aggressive.

He snapped out of his shock, blinking slowly back to reality when everyone cheered for her and the comments coming from Topper and Kelce.

“Who knew princess had a nasty right hook!” Topper commented, impressed by what he witnessed.

“Man, did she learn from you?” Kelce chimed in next, puffing on the pre-rolled joint and the cherry lit up each puff of smoke lingering in the air.

“She just had it in her, I guess.” Rafe muttered under his breath, stepping away from the two and immediately approached her to check on her.

The guy’s friend came over to pick him up from the ground, leading him out of the party after the humiliation made out of him by Bad & Boujee Kook. Gigi offered to grab ice to place over the hand, stepping away right as Rafe got closer to let the couple have their space from the interaction.

Instantly, she softened her expression after seeing her boyfriend contrast earlier to being angered and upset with the situation with the douchebag.

“Hey, you good babygirl.” He spoke, reaching out to grab her wrist gently and inspecting the swelling in her hand to make sure it didn’t need to clean-up. “He didn’t touch you, right?”

She shakes her head letting herself be doted on with attention and affection, to calm down and heart filled with warmth for how he treated her gently.

“Sorta, he grabbed my wrist but I think I did worse damage than he did.” She laughed, wincing as his fingers brushed over her bruised knuckles.

Once finished doing the glance over from head to toe to check for no further damage and that his princess was good from the incident not that long ago.

“Here.” Gigi says, passing over the mini ziplock bag filled with ice from the cooler and Rafe taking it to carefully place upon her swollen knuckle .

Once again, the couple were left in their own space bubble and everyone got the message loud and clear enough to leave them be. Especially now being proven that the couple were crash-outs together.

“Who taught you to throw a punch like that?” Rafe asked, chuckling lightly as he led her to the sofa nearby and seated himself then letting her sit on his thigh. “It was kinda…hot.”

“You’re an idiot.” She laughed, sitting comfortably in his lap and nuzzled closely into his side.

“Mm, I don’t know, I suppose having to do with growing up with older brothers.” Rafe nodded along, listening to her explain a little further.

He run his hand along her bare thighs, while the other kept the ice pack upon her hand to soothe her skin. The two were ideal perfect together even if their own slightly twisted way.

“Remind me to not piss you off.” He muttered, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and placing light peppered kisses against the skin of her throat. “In fact…maybe I should.”

“Don’t push it.” She scoffed, playfully smacking his hard chest with her free hand and grinning.

[watchyourmouthorgetslapped]

We got more JJPope in the first 5 episodes of this season than in all of s3. We're so back.