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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Pogue!Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Obsession; Stalking; Mentions of Noncon.  Manipulation.

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Rafe doesn't like you per, but he can’t stop himself from obsessing over you. 

You’re not like the rest of those irritating Pogue’s like JJ and John B. You don’t share the same inclination for confrontation, always trying to bring peace and calm everyone down, especially Kiara.

That type of attitude fascinates him, with a tinge of jealousy, cause it shows you do care about them and often Rafe tries to imagine you doing the same for him, pleading him not to fight with those filthy Pogue’s, that you don’t want him to get hurt. 

Whenever your group of friends (which includes his annoying sister) are nearby, his eyes are immediately searching for you. Although he tries to be discreet, sometimes it becomes painfully obvious to Kelce and Topper that Rafe is staring at you. 

You’re not particularly pretty, not in the artificial way that Kook girls like to doll up, but there’s something about you. Something of a hint of natural beauty that draws him towards you and that pisses him off. You’re a medium, at best, yet Rafe - a fucking 10 - is obsessed over you. A Pogue. What a joke. 

But not even his inner conflict is able to make him forget about you as  some random girl sucks him off ýet all he can imagine is that it’s you, your hands holding onto his thighs for dear life as you struggle to take all of him inside your little mouth, expressing how good his cock feels. 

But when he’s alone in the comfort of his room, his fantasies are on the softer side, imagining a life with you by his side. Wedding in NY, honeymoon in the Bahamas. Not sure if he’d want to live in Obx, not with the Pogue infestation and your close relation with them. No way he’d let the mother of his children around those savages, if Rafe gets the final word then you’ll never see those friends of yours ever again. The more distant they are, the better. 

Rafe wants all of you, to keep you happy - with him, of course. To give you all the best in the world, to show you how good he can, if only you let him. He’d change for you, be the best boyfriend you could ever possibly ask for. You’be treated like a freaking princess, he’d make sure of that. 

But all of these delusional fantasies crack when you never seem to even acknowledge his presence, preferring to avoid him like he’s the plague. Rafe doesn’t let it show but a small part of him is actually hurt by this, while the rest of him is purely frustrated. 

It’s impossible for you not to like him, every single girl wants his attention yet you don’t seem to care. Most of the time, you completely avoid him, it’s even hard for him to get to cross eyes with you. Why do you play so hard to get?

The few times that you’ve been to the house with Sarah, Rafe did try to engage in a conversation with you, figuring it was his chance to woo you. No luck there. You’re like a vault, keeping everything to yourself, barely uttering a word to Rafe. 

Quickly, Rafe starts getting the impression that maybe you’re not as nice as he thinks you are. Maybe you’re just an arrogant silly girl, who thinks she’s better than him. Ohh, you must think so highly of yourself, no? That you’re above him, acting all high and mighty as if Rafe doesn’t deserve you.

This theory of his makes more and more sense as time passes, all the frustration and anger clouding his judgment. It’s got to be the only explanation on why you constantly ignore him. 

Rafe still wants to give you all the love in the world, but only after he fucks the atitude out of you. If you don’t drop the bitchy act, then Rafe will do it for you, don’t worry. 

Soon, he’s no longer lurking around but yes actively seeking you. He’s tired of being a nice guy, tired of playing games. 

“You should go on a date with me, have you ever been to Cesar's? Of course you haven’t, it’s a bit expensive for Pogue’s, isn’t it? Not for me though, I can show what a real date feels like.” 

If you keep denying him, boy, Rafe is gonna snap so hard one day. If you don’t want the nice Rafe, then maybe you deserve the evil Rafe for now. The one that will follow you around and won’t even try to hide it. He’ll park right outside your house, not bothering to disguise himself. 

“Stalking? That’s a pretty nasty word, you know. I would never stalk you, you must be imagining things. Why would I want to follow you? I got better things to do with my time.” 

Wherever you go, Rafe is right behind you. And each time, he gets bolder, his comments getting meaner and creepier. Maybe you wanted to deal with him on your own by ignoring his behavior but one day when he finally breaks in to your house, forcing himself on you over and over again. 

From now on, things shall be very different. You’ll do exactly as Rafe - your new boyfriend - says otherwise your family and your friends are gonna face the consequences. 

Rafe didn’t want it to be like this, to force your hand on this in such a manipulative way but seeing how you weren’t gonna budge, maybe this was the best way. He did get you in the end and that’s all that matters. 

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[shelbbswrites]

that obx poster looks like the movie posters for that Blake Livley movie Savages.

I feel like that's a niche thing to catch, which I appreciate. And I agree!

That could be a teaser of what's to come in Season 3, or it could be a fun coincidence. I'd lean towards the latter because of the other two OBX posters.

Also, I could do a poster breakdown because the OBX3 poster teases the romances.

[obx-saltlife]

S A V A G E

Absolutely nobody asked for this. I listened to Nicki Minaj’s ‘Get on your Knees’ (feat. Ariana Grande) the other night and thought it could be a good start for a mild sub!Rafe fic. This kinda got away from me a little bit and it was too late to reign it in.

Warnings: Smut, obviously. We’re talking like real filthy language, oral sex (female receiving), mild dom/sub undertones.

Word count: 4.8K+

Rafe x Reader smut.

If you like what you read, request something maybe? Come talk to me, idk. Also, full disclosure, the GIF is not mine. Credit to its original owner.

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you chastely. “And crawl to my bed.”

You’d been introduced to Rafe Cameron three months ago at an Outer Banks party. You knew who he was; you ran in the same circles but never had you been introduced outright. You both hailed from Figure 8, you’d seen him around the Island Club a few times too. He was ever the charismatic, beacon of attention that exuded confidence wherever he went. It was honestly what attracted you to him in the first place, like a moth to a flame.

But this didn’t feel like that. “What?” you asked.

Rafe had called you the day after that party to ask you out. He’d been very sweet and you’d even dare to say that he had been a little nervous. Your nerves were off the wall. You agreed to meet him the next day at the Island Club for lunch. You walked around the golf course and just talked about everything. He told you about Ward, about the insane pressure he felt from his dad and the massive expectations he had for Rafe. You talked about his sisters; he even shared a bit about his mom at one point.

“Crawl to my bed,” he repeated slower this time, but his voice was deeper somehow.

“No.” You recoiled in reply, angry that he could think to order you around that way. Like you were beneath him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you high?”

He barely moved except for his hand coming to wrap around your arm just above the joint of your elbow. He brought you closer to him and you put your hands up, bracing yourself against the planes of his chest.

“No, I’m not fucking high. I just want you—“

“Oh, no, I heard you the first time, Rafe. But we don’t do that shit unless we negotiate it first and you know that.”

His face scrunched. “There’s nothing to negotiate, I want to watch you on your knees and I want to fuck you on my bed.”

“And I’m saying no!” You crossed your arms in defiance.

He yanked you forward this time, his grip barely bruising but still pretty strong. You could sense he had every intention to kiss you but before he could, you reached your palm up to his lips and pressed your hand against his mouth. He kissed the inside of your hand instead, like that made anything about this better.

Your first kiss with Rafe had actually been kind of sweet, like a lot of things between both of you. You’d been overlooking the grounds at the club and it happened just as the sun was setting. You’d both been enjoying each other’s company. It was hot, you were both covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Rafe’s hair was falling in his face due to his lack of hair product. It was slow and easy and kind of perfectly timed, if you were being honest. Almost like Rafe could read your mind, you were just that in sync with one another.

He smiled back at you and asked you “What?”

You stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes. “Why do you want me to crawl, Rafe?”

He shrugged and mouthed at your fingers. You let your hand drop and rest on his chest. He stared down between you, his hair on the loose again.

“Rafe,” you whispered. “Do you do this with all your girlfriends”

You weren’t naïve; you knew there had been others before you. You and Rafe were nearly 20.

He shook his head, not really looking you in the eye. “Not all of them.”

“So, most of them?” You asked him, cocking your eyebrows and making him look you in the face.

He lifted a shoulder in somewhat of a half-assed confirmation. It didn’t surprise you, to be honest. Rafe Cameron was someone who was used to getting what he wanted. Especially in the bedroom.

You shook your head at yourself and at him. It had already been a long night. You were out at a party with him, more his crowd than yours really. Not that you’d stayed by his side for the whole thing, Rafe’s country club groupies had figuratively elbowed you clean out of the way and you didn’t want to seem like the clingy, possessive girlfriend. You let him have his fun while you mingled with those you did know, dancing and drinking with them as you pleased.

Topper had approached you at some point, noticing the lack of boyfriend by your side. You’d gotten a drink with him, even shared half of a joint until Rafe interrupted both of you. The smile he used was more reminiscent of an angry dog, baring his teeth. It was tense and weird and even though jealousy was often a good look for Rafe, it was certainly not the case tonight. Especially not on the way back to his place, which is where you currently were.

“You know what? I’m gonna go. We’ll talk tomorrow.” You backed away slowly. “Or whatever.”

He really had no right to be jealous. You had only talked to the handful of people that you knew and he had left you alone for most of the stupid party anyway. He’d had his proverbial country-club dick sucked while ignoring you. Maybe even his literal dick sucked too, who even knew anymore. You didn’t keep track of him.

“Wait a fucking minute! I didn’t do anything wrong!” Rafe reached for you again, and you dodged his hand. “I just asked for what I wanted!”

You pointed a perfectly manicured finger at him. “You want to control me, Cameron.”

He swat at your hand and you tugged it away, or at least tried to. Before you could slap him, like you actually wanted to, he got closer. Too close to get much leverage and even though it didn’t really seem like it, Rafe was much stronger than he seemed.

You stomped on his foot with your wedged platform and fisted his Polo shirt tight around his neck with your free hand. You think he barely noticed because in turn, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pinned you to the wall of his bedroom.

“Don’t go,” he added softly.

“It’s not like I can now, can I? I’m trapped here.” You snarled back at him with a small roll of your eyes.

He studied your face, blatantly stopping at your lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

Rafe leaned in to kiss you again, but you reached up to the back of his head and fisted his hair, wrenching his head back. He gasped in return and arched his body against yours. It was like caging in his animalistic urges, all predatory reflexes and hard muscles as he clutched at you. You suddenly felt like you could do anything to him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He was so vulnerable; you could see it in his eyes. They weren’t the usual stormy blue you had been accustomed to. They were shining pools of blue like the Caribbean in the winter. His tanned skin shone in the moonlight that seeped in from the window. You could smell his expensive soap as you mouthed at the skin at the base of his throat. You could bite him, leave a mark for everyone to see and you kind of wanted to, you liked the idea of that. You could bite him until he bled. Mark him like he wished you could do to you.

You dug your teeth a little harder around his neck and he moaned. You felt him rock his growing erection against your stomach. His grip loosening on your wrist.

“You bring me back to your room and order me to my knees, “ you spoke against his throat. “As if you own me, Rafe Cameron.”

His hands moved south, towards your hips. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled his hair again and he practically whimpered in need. “How sorry are you?”

“Very! I’m so sorry!”

“You are sorry,” you agreed. “A sorry, little boy who plays at being the tough guy, huh?”

Really, you had come to know Rafe as something else entirely. He was insightful, funny, mature and intelligent when he wasn’t losing his temper like a child or coked out of his mind. You talked your entire first date, which ended after a long ride on the back of his bike. He’d been so enthusiastic about you, beamed at you with his cheeks pink from the sun and you had smiled right back. Dishing it all out as good as you were getting it. You felt yourself falling for him right then and there.

He’d taken you home, hugged you and planned to leave. He had made you feel heard, seen and wanted for the first time in a long time. He’d felt right in your arms and he smelled so good. And god, his hair; you could go on about his hair forever if anyone let you.

Taking advantage of his silence, you continued. “Such a shame, I don’t want that side of you. If you’re feeling insecure, tell me. If you want me on my knees tell me about it. Don’t play stupid games with me.” You released his tresses and smoothed it back. “I want to be with you, but not like that. You know that.”

His eyes were filled with all kinds of emotions, different tones of blue fighting to make their way to the surface; as if the internal floodgates had been opened. He looked like he was about to yell or cry or maybe a little of both. You didn’t fell much different than that.

He spoke with a rough tone of voice. “You seem like you’re done with me.” His teeth almost clenching as he said it.

“I can be mad at you and still want you.”

“You’re not leaving,” he half-questioned.

You realized then, what he had been doing. The trademark Cameron push-away. Apparently, Sarah was notorious for it too. He was sabotaging himself and the relationship, and you couldn’t exactly figure out why.

You shook your head and looked at him. “Not unless you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Then I won’t.”

He hesitated delicately, as he moved in to kiss you. You didn’t stop him this time; you didn’t want to. You held his face and tasted the remnants of some hard liquor on his tongue. He kissed you with more desperation than you expected. It wasn’t like the giggle make-outs you were mostly used to. Where his hands went to your ass and he squeezed it before making a honking sound and while his lips still pressed to yours. There was a new sense of urgency to his kissing now. It meant something else entirely.

Rafe pushed a thigh between yours and rubbed himself against you. He was solid and strong and hot. His lips were soft and felt ready to pout at a moment’s notice but still, he kissed you like he couldn’t get enough.

He ran his hands down your sides and almost pulled you away from the wall to touch all of you. He rolled his lips expertly and groaned against your mouth. You could feel how hard he was.

“I want to fuck you – make you cum over and over – all the fucking time,” he whispered, his lips barely leaving any space between yours as he did. “I watch the way you move. How you act when you think nobody’s watching. I like your ass.” His hands squeezed your hips as he swallowed. “And I just…” he continued, “I want you to myself, all the time, always.”

You looked at his closed lids. “And you want me to crawl to your bed.”

“I think about getting you on your knees and rubbing my dick all over your pretty face.” His hands moved upwards to cup the side of your chest as he opened his eyes and looked at you. “I wanna slide it in your mouth until you’re choking on it.” His hands kept going until they found themselves under your jaw. “I want to fuck your mouth until you cry.” He tilted your head back a little and kissed your chin delicately. “And then I want to push you to the floor and slide right between your tits. I want to cum all over you.”

You grinned a little, liking the fact that he was actually telling you want he wanted. “We can do that.”

“I want to bend you over my armchair,” he nodded in the direction of what you vaguely recalled was a leather armchair in the corner of his bedroom. “I want to spank you until your skin’s red all over and your pussy’s dripping wet for me.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Fuck, I want to take you like that. Shove you into the bed so you can’t move, finger you, fuck you harder than I’ve fucked anyone ever.”

“All in one go?” you teased and pet the muscles in his lower back with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Whenever you’d let me.” Rafe shrugged.

You could tell he was slowly slipping into a better frame of mind. No longer was he barking out orders. He was talking about permission and mutual satisfaction, which was definitely turning you on now. You decided to ask for something you’d like.

“Can I tie you up sometime?” You smirked.

He nodded and rolled his hips. “Fuck yeah, ride me, scratch me, bite me, I don’t care.”

“And you want to be my good boy, don’t you Rafe?” You reached up again and tousled his hair.

“Only if you’ll be my good girl.”

“Uh-uh, that’s not how this conversation is going, Cameron.” You warned him.

He definitely pouted right then. “What do you want?”

“I want you to let go. I want you to trust me.” You leaned into his warm hands at your throat to offer a kiss.

His eyes clouded with unshed  tears and he kissed you. He pushed his fingers into your hair and held you as he sucked tightly at your bottom lip, your tongue. You couldn’t stop the train of noises bubbling out of you. You held onto him and gave it back just as good. You had to be vulnerable too if you expected him to be. After all, soft Rafe was your favorite Rafe ever.

He broke the kiss with a moan and pressed his wet lips to your cheek. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too.”

“Let me fuck you. I’ll be good for you.”

You smiled and closed your eyes with a sigh. He was always good for you. He knew how to use his body, there was no doubt about that. His mouth, his hands; you’d come more times with him than on your own – which was a first. The chemistry between you was undeniably there.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you had a thought. “Take off your clothes and lie in the middle of the bed for me, Rafe.”

He straightened to his full height and cradled your face. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“If you do what I ask.” You replied, cocking your eyebrow.

In a silent reply, he stepped away and pulled off his Polo shirt. He kept his eyes on you as he moved backwards towards his full-sized, unmade bed. It was a nice start. The moonlight bounced off his naked torso and glinted lightly off of his hair. It highlighted the angles of his jaw, his pointy but muscled shoulders. The planes down his chest were hidden in a shadow but you followed them down to the front of his khaki shorts.

The sight made your mouth water but you had to maintain control. You slowly advanced, step-by-step and Rafe backed away at the same pace. Further into his bedroom, he unbuttoned his shorts. With another few steps backwards, he unzipped them.

You knew he wanted you to undo the ties on your crop top but he kept silent. Somehow, that made you proud and want to reward him, even if it was just a little.

“Touch yourself for me,” you commanded, your chin raised in an authoritative manner.

He adjusted his cock in his boxer briefs and cupped it. He drew his fingertips up the thick vein on the underside of it, the tip of it wet the fabric and pulled at the waistband.

As soon as he was at the foot of his bed, he sad and got his Sperry boat shoes untied and off. He yanked his socks off and threw them in the generation of the closet without a care in the world. He sat there with the summer moonlight coming in through the window and waited.

You couldn’t make out much of his face but you felt him studying you, raking his eyes over your still clothed body.

You leaned casually back against the door. “The rest of it.”

He wiggled out of his shorts and his briefs, tossing them in the direction of his socks. He held onto the edge of the bed as his toes curled into the carpet.

“Turn on the light.” You said, and nodded to the lamp at his bedside.

He did as you asked and scoot onto the center of the bed, where he stretched out on his back. His golden skin was perfection in the soft glow. A blushed peppered his skin as you looked on.

His cock hardened further too. A glossy line of sweet, sticky precum on the trailed underside of his length. You couldn’t wait to tease more out.

You toed off your sandals and slipped out of your denim shorts. From the corner of your eye, your saw Rafe wrap his hand around the base of his hardened erection. You straightened and walked to bed, your crop top and lace panties the only things on display.

You tsked with your fingers in Rafe’s direction. “Get your hands off. That’s only mine to touch.”

He let go and writhed on the bed. His legs spread and his hips pushed into the air. “Fucking touch me then.”

“I will, when I’m damn well ready, Cameron.” You move forward to put a knee on the matress. “Hands about your head now.”

He obeyed and moved to grab the pillow under his head. You crawled close and bend to kiss a gentle line up his chest towards his neck. He sighed in pleasure and turned his head for you. His skin was clean, the mix of soap and cologne that you loved always present. You took in his beautiful profile and traced his lips with a finger.

“Why did you want me to crawl, Rafe?” you whispered in his ear.

He groaned your name and flexed against the bed. You dug your nails into his chest and scratched down his torso hard. His eyes went wide as he let out a delicious “aaah!”

You reached the skin of his waistline and gentled your touch. “Tell me why.”

“I don’t know,” he breathed and shook his head.

You hummed and took hold of his cock. He moaned and shoved his heels into the plush mattress. His cock was hot in your hand and so hard, almost painfully so. He was probably ready to blow any second.

You stroked him once and settled on just holding the wet head in your smaller fist. You watched him struggle and bite his lip. You ran your finger slowly through the underside of the head.

“Tell me.”

“I…Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

You shuffled down the soft bed and got between his legs. You pushed the further open and stroked the length of his thighs slowly. His thighs were smooth and silky, untouched by the sun mostly, unlike the rest of him.

Rafe looked down his body. “What’re you doing?”

Without replying, you leaned forward, bracing yourself and licked at the trail of his precum that had previously pooled there. His head flopped back with a groan. He was salty and thick on your tongue.

“Tell me,” you repeated.

“Fucking Topper,” he spat.

You made an interested noise and placed open-mouthed kisses down his shaft.

“He was – he was flirting with you.”

Ah, so that was what this was about. Topper keeping you company at the party.

“And?”

“He’s…he’s a good guy.”

“Uh-huh”

“I don’t want…”

You teased his balls with your tongue before pressing it against them tightly. He pushed down to your face and raised his ass a little off the bed. You pulled away and then stared straight up at him.

“Fuck, come on!” He pulled at the corners of the pillow. “Give me…” He groaned and rubbed the sweat from his upper lip with his bicep.

You almost had him. You hovered over the line of your spit and his precum on his cock and gently blew air on it. His reaction was immediate. He thrust upwards at your face and growled.

You backed off again and shot him an expectant look. Your eyebrows raised again, so Rafe definitely knew.

“I don’t want you to –“

You kissed the skin over his hipbones and that joint of muscle. You slid your palms over his sides, your nails raking over his skin. You came close to the erection laying on his stomach but never touched it.

“Fuck me, please.”

You hummed and kept peppering kisses over his tanned sking.

“If you don’t fucking fuck me…”

You sat up at his tone and placed your hands on your thighs. It was a punishment for him, yes but also it kept you from losing your focus. He sounded so needy, you were ready to give up this entire charade and just give into him. You were definitely aware of how your underwear clung to the wetness between your thighs.

“Fuck!” He bellowed. “What do you want?”

“Tell me the truth, Rafe.”

“I want you to want me like I…” His face scrunched up and he bit his lip. “I want you to only see me.”

“And what about me?” You toyed with the flimsy tie on your top. “You ignored me for most of the party.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you didn’t mean to. You intentions don’t mean shit to me, Cameron.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” He almost lifted himself on an elbow but thought better than to do it. Which was good, it meant he was learning. “Let me make it up to you, baby. Please?”

“Oh, of course you are.” You got on your knees and pulled your underwear down. “I’m gonna fuck your face until I come.”

Rafe twisted on the bed with a loud moan. His cock visibly throbbed and your thighs clenched at the sight. You wanted nothing more than to slide down his dick and use him like he was the best, most realistic sex toy ever made.

But no, Rafe hadn’t earned that. Had he?

You kicked off your underwear and crawled over him. You sat on his scratched pink chest with your knees spread wide and rubbed yourself on him. He whimpered and stared at you with darkening, sweet eyes.

“I won’t let you go again,” he offered as his hands mangled the pillow under his head. “I won’t get distracted.”

You leaned forward just a touch to grind your clit against him. You let out a soft sigh and rolled your hips. You were conflicted between coming exactly like this and leaving him wanting and taking you sweet time with Rafe.

He glanced between your legs and licked his lips. “I can make it up to you. I won’t hurt you. Ever again. I promise.”

“What else?”

He floundered for a second, utterly lost in pleasure. “I was stupid. I let people –“

“Other girls,” you corrected.

“—I let other girls sidetrack me. From you. You’re the most important thing to me, I swear.”

“Keep going.”

He made a frustrated noise. “I don’t know what you want, babe.”

“Do you care about me? Do you want me in your life?”

“Jesus Christ, you have no idea. I learned to fucking Paddleboard to see you at the Island Club every day.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

He smiled so beautifully, your absolute favorite smile. His unashamed 100% real, Rafe smile. “God! I’m so into you!”

Your heart lurched in your chest, and you shuffled down just so you could kiss him. He made a hungry, desperate sound when your lips met. He leaned up to kiss you harder. He got your mouth open and tasted you, licked and sucked at your tongue. You almost forgot yourself for a minute. His kisses were ravenous and eager, ranging between sweet and downright bratty.

You finally pulled away to catch your breath. His panting breaths fanned over your lips. You held his face and he leaned into your touch.

“I’m really into you too, you know.” You murmured.

“Good, now come sit on my face.”

You raised your eyebrow at that.

“Please?” he added cheekily, flashing you another knee-weakening smile.

“Good boy.” You kissed his nose and told him to scoot down.

With a bit of adjustment, you found yourself hovering over Rafe’s blushing face. You allowed him to hold your ass to support you at first. It also helped in keeping his hands from wandering and going to his cock.

His voice was a dark rumble: “Oh shit, yeah. Let me taste you.”

You put your hands on the wall in front of you and slowly lowered yourself. He met you halfway, his tongue already out of his mouth. His nose pressed into your mound and he moaned. His tongue was warm and slick, you cursed under you breath.

He didn’t seem to mind the pressure at all. He pushed his tongue in deeper, licking languid stripes up your slit. Each pass over your sensitive clit had you jolting at the feeling. His lips dragged against your slick folds.

It started out slow and easy. You didn’t want to rush it. His mouth felt too good, his tongue so strong and his lips plush. Plus, his stubble scratching at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs felt incredible. He kissed your clit, and your legs involuntarily quaked against his ears.

He kept going, focusing on his clit. You found your hips rocking against his tongue. He encouraged you to move with his hands, pushing at your hips and his jaw moving beneath you.

You rested the side of your head against your upper arm and really rode his face. After all, it was exactly what you wanted. You moaned as his nose repeatedly bumped against you. He moaned in reply. Each hard sway of your hips, every lick to your clit was escalating a deep, straining tension that needed to be released.

You knew that release was coming. It was coming faster than you would’ve liked.

“You’re gonna make me come,” you groaned. “So good.”

In response, he spread his hands over your ass and pressed you harder against his mouth. The growing pleasure suddenly sharpened and moved up your spine like lightening. You pushed a hand into the loose strands of his hair and fisted it as you fucked his mouth.

Like the waves crashing around outside Rafe’s bedroom window, your climax drowned out everything else. It pulsed through you in a repeating, punishing beat. You hips kept hunching forward, stimulating your already over-stimulated nerve endings , your orgasm relentlessly going and going until you felt like you were sure you were about to cry.

You tried to slow down, but Rafe sucked at your clit again. It was too much and you were already stunned from the first round. The second one punched you in the chest, as you collapsed against the cool wall. You were weakened by pleasure, you orgasm literally striking you into silence.

You felt his warm, needy breath between your legs and realized he was barely holding on too. You let go of his hair and angled your pussy away from his mouth. He groaned with a yearning, but het you drop down to the side and lie on the bed.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped and spread a hand on your lower stomach, under your top.

You were quivering, like really quivering all over. You insides were still pulsing with the last traces of your orgasm. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You felt sticky and buoyant and frankly, fucking invincible, like every other time Rafe had made you cum.

He trapped your calf against his chest with a sweat-damp hand. “Pretty good apology, huh?” he commented, his voice scratchy with a light chuckle.

You barked out a laugh. “Oh baby, you’re not done yet.”

His head shot up, his hair sticking up in all sorts of crazy directions. “What?”

You dragged your leg out of his loose hold and planted your foot on the bed. “It’s your turn now, Rafe.”

A deviant smirk spread across his lips as he leaned towards you. “Oh, fuck yeah…”

[dylanconrique]

not me watching all my favorite scenes from a walk to remember while i'm at work so i can fuel my muse for this jiara au.

@interstellarbeams

[collecting-stories]

Fourth of July - JJ Maybank

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could get a jj maybank x reader? Where it’s the Fourth of July and the Pogues are celebrating at the chateau. Reader comes in late and sees that jj isn’t hanging out with the others and tries to cheer him up? and they both like each other and you can end it however you want it to? Thank you! And I love your writing!💜

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A rushed “sorry I’m late” fell from your lips as you pushed open the door of the chateau and stepped inside, handing off a bottle of vodka that you’d nabbed from your mom’s stash under the TV stand and kicked off your shoes. Kiara, who took the vodka and placed it on the coffee table along with the other alcohol the six of you had accumulated, wished you a “happy fourth”.  

It was then that you realized one of the six of you wasn’t there, “where’s JJ?” You asked, glancing around the room. Despite the holiday, all of you had collectively decided to skip any weekend parties in favor of just hanging out at the chateau together and getting drunk. No chance to get in trouble if you didn’t mingle with tourons and kooks, according to Kiara.  

John B shrugged, “think he went down to the jetty.”

“Him and John B got in an argument,” Kiara supplied, shifting in her seat as you moved passed her to get into the cooler sitting beside the couch.  

You pulled two beers out and popped the lids off, stepping back around the couch to the door, “I’ll go get him then...I guess?” You asked, lingering in the doorway for a moment. When no one said anything, you headed outside. It was warm even though the sun had already set, the air a little muggy as you walked down to the jetty.  

JJ was sitting at the edge, legs hanging over the side as he leaned against the railing, staring out across the marsh. You could see sparklers a couple of yards away, lighting up the dark just barely. The boards of the jetty creaked beneath your flip-flops but JJ didn’t turn to look, keeping his gaze trained away from you.  

“Hey,” you sat down next to him, offering the beer you’d grabbed for him. “Well at least I know you aren’t sick,” you teased when he took the bottle, kicking back a large gulp.

“What?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Kie said you were out here instead of partying...thought maybe you were sick or something,” you said. “Is everything okay?”

“Was that a beer test?” He joked, ignoring your question. JJ wasn’t one to ever admit when he was upset though so you weren’t surprised that he skirted the actual topic.

“Yes,” you nodded, “and you passed with flying colors.”

He hummed, taking another sip and then resting his chin on the railing. You weren’t sure if he expected you to sit there and not say anything to him or just go back to the small party inside like everything was fine but you lingered, looking back down the bank to the sparklers at the other house.  

If anyone ever asked you, JJ was your best friend. The pogues all had an inseparable bond but you would choose JJ over any of them, no matter what. You’d known him almost as long as John B had. Your home life was a little more stable than JJ’s but just as chaotic. Kiara and Sarah, even Pope, didn’t really understand what it was like to be so deep in the Southside life but you and JJ did.  

“My mom said thanks for mowing the lawn, she’s been asking my brother to do it but with his rot-zee training and stuff, he’s been pretty singularly minded.” You mentioned. Joining ROTC had become the most important thing in your brother’s life recently. But still, with twelve people living in a house, it should’ve been easier to get a lawn mowed but your mom had been asking for weeks when JJ finally came over and did it.  

“No problem.” He shrugged.

“JJ-”  

He sat up a little straighter, looking over at you, “John B’s talking about calling off the gold search.”

“I mean, it was a long shot anyway.” You confessed, knowing that finding gold on the island or even off the coast, was a one in four hundred million chance.

“I don’t care if it was a long shot or if it’s the craziest thing anyone’s ever heard of...a hundred mil, think of what we could do with a hundred mil.” JJ said.  

You had offered your help in finding the gold but had told John B that you didn’t want a cut, they could all keep it. Money like that did things to people and it would never really be yours anyway. You could imagine the family that would crawl out of the woodwork for a piece of that. But JJ had sworn that the two of you would split a cut. “We’ll go 50/50, literally.” He had promised.  

“JJ-” You tried again.  

“We don’t deserve this shit.” JJ said, turning to face you, “you don’t deserve this shit. Come on, you know it. How doesn’t it piss you off to see people like Kie and Sarah get whatever the fuck they want whenever they want it? That should be you.”

“Maybe...but it’s not.” You shrugged, “I mean, those guys that came after us are dangerous JJ, I don’t think calling it off is such a crazy option.”

“Who gives a shit about them.”

“I do! I would rather have you here, safe, than be dead because we were trying to find some buried treasure that no one else was ever able to find.” You replied, shifting closer to him, “you’re my best friend and the thought of something happening to you...literally kills me.”  

“Nothing’s gonna happen.” JJ replied. “We find the gold, we take our cut and get the hell out of the obx.” He reasoned. “Come on...you can’t leave me hanging here.”

You sighed, taking a sip of your beer and trying not to think that JJ was technically right. The two of you had nothing to lose by going after the gold, if you could convince John B to get back in the game, and JJ sincerely believed that if anyone could convince him it was you, then there was a very real possibility that you would be set for life. JJ joked about going full kook if he got the money but, if nothing else, having money meant having power. Power over people who had treated him like shit in the past and the power to take care of you.  

“I’ll talk to John B.” You promised. “But tonight, lets just...have a good party?”

“Yeah, alright.” He nodded. “I don’t wanna go in yet.”  

“Do you wanna be alone?” You asked, hopefully that he didn’t.

“Maybe we could just stay out here together for a while?” He suggested.  

“Anything you want.”

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I have a visual to share with y'all. Say welcome to my long ass 'The Foxes + tiktok' headcanon

@ nickythefox_es (part 1???)

Basically Nicky gets tiktok but all of the foxes show up eventually and just use his profile.

• Most of the videos are with nicky and allison, also matt and dan and occasionally neil.

• Allison and nicky learn so many dances.

• Their duet of make his pockets hurt with Mariah and Zane from the vlog squad is the first one to go v i r a l.

• Yeah most of their followers know them but some and a lot of the comments are non exy fans that just watch them because they're cool

• So many of the "what is exy" "stickball game??" "dont even bother explaining to me what is the sport they play I dont care I'm just here for neil." And related comments get a liked from creator (andrew told nicky to like them)

•The "Oh my god she's coming." "I'm so afraid of her." Audio are the twinyards and nicky shows up, he had to bribe them to be a part of that one.

• They post another version but it's Kevin that enters and Allison and Nicky talking

• So many comments thirsting over them and calling matt and dan parents

• "the real bisexual struggle is simping for matt and dan in the same tiktok." -> liked from creator nickythefox_es commented/replied: ASDGFKSSDWADKWB

• Someone makes a 'put a finger down: Neil Josten edition' and nicky drags him to do it. They both smile as they listen to the prompts and Neil obviously puts all his fingers down but they're like "put a finger down if you clapbacked/if you bad mouthed someone (bonus points if it was on national tv)" "put a finger down if you're under 6 feet" "put a finger down if you love exy" and the last one just says "put a finger down if andrew minyard." Neil does and smiles at someone off camera. Needless to say it goes viral as well. A few weeks after nicky gets verified.

• Allison becomes friends with thenavarose and wisdom sorry I dont make the rules (they're fashion tiktokers)

• They make a series of rating each of the foxes throughout the day, including one of Wymack.

• They do receive bad comments, from bitter ravens fans or just recalling their pasts and nicky sits down and makes a video telling everyone about how they do this videos for fun they dont need hate and negative comments on their videos and all that

• Then another one posted minutes after, neil comes in and nicky says "okay neil you have one minute. Rant off." And neil goes on this rant like how they already hit Rock bottom a single comment is not gonna hurt them and "do you get how insignificant and meaningless your lives must be? You took the time to write and post a comment that you thought was gonna cause an impact and failed. Also thanks for the comments though it helps nicky stay on the algorithm." NICKY SCREECHES AND THE VIDEO ENDS WITH THEM SMILING

• Allison vlogs neil and her going shopping or thrifting also cutting Neil's hair

• *neil walks into the room wearing his orange bandana* *camera moves and zooms on Andrew's face* he doesnt lip sync but the song sings "oh noo I think I'm catching feelings" andrew tells him to delete it "but it already has thousands of likes andrew"

• They post some of their work out routines per request

• One of them is the fast and "I'm spinning like a ballerina" chill of neil just running on the treadmill and doing sprints and squats and leg stuff while it cuts to allison doing a bit of everything but looking like a queen on a matching set.

• A fun one that goes viral for "vine energy" is: it's very quiet on the court and Kevin, very in the zone, throws the ball to the goal, which Andre's catches easily and almost without moving. The camera goes back to kevin as he screeches and let's himself fall on the ground. Neil is standing beside him shaking his head and looking at the goal with a smile on his face.

• They try to teach neil the dances but while filming one of them he just leaves. They post it either way.

• They're in the bus, nicky is on selfie mode and says "it is game day my dudes" he turns and shows the whole bus S C R E A M S, in the corner Wymack is covering his face.

• The iconic "they say drunk thoughts are sober words" or something like that and it cuts to a series of videos of the foxes drunk af. Example: Nicky grabbing Allison's face and saying 'Remember. Bread. Head. Leave.' And allison nodding.

• Nicky films kevin standing up and put the "do you ever wonder what is going on inside their head?" And it cuts to pictures of racquets and exy and Jeremy Knox and one that says history stuff.

• Another one that goes viral is kevin very seriously and p e r f o r m i n g, rapping Jefferson's side of the cabinet battle #1 from Hamilton then towards the end andrew stands up in front of him and with his iconic bored expression he starts rapping Hamilton's part. Behind the camera there's a soft "...oh my gOD" and kevin is shocked eyes widen open and then the camera zooms on Neil who's mouth is open in shock but GRINNING and ~impressed~

• Dan and matt do The challenge, you know the one that like has to flip them over and all that and they ace it, nicky points the camera to where andrew and neil are stating and Andrew says no.

• A few minutes later another video of the challenge is posted only this time is matt and neil.

• Nicky and allison are in full gear filming a dance video (maybe savage or captain hook) on the court and someone films them filming that and then Wymack looking at them SO disappointed cut to Wymack with nicky's phone, having confiscated it and nicky besides him "coach, it's cardio!"

• Hours spent trying trick shots

• Foxes: "get back! Move!" Ravens: "Let me in! I be the I g g y!" Trojans: "Oh my God do no let her in" Foxes: "I am trying!"

• Nicky lying down: "okay but someone needs to tell me how old is the shirtless pottery guy. I can't be part of another controversy. It's for science c'mon. *debby Ryan's*"

• Someone comments "he's eighteen. Simp away, nicky." And he makes a video with his feet swinging and smiling. Aaron gets on the frame and says "we are deeply in need of some bowls." The caption: hi @ papapots

• They are verified so obviously he gains a couple of thousands followers and he duets smiling and with a package in his arms. Text: thanks for the support (and hi new followers from sport side of tiktok hope you enjoy my pots) caption: hi @ nickthefox_es I got you aaron.

• After the package comes they duet it with nicky screaming and showing off the goods and then he moves stop show andrew eating ice cream out of one of them. Caption: AJSNEPWLDKSS THANK YOU DAX

• Allison and nicky do the "I love you!" "No you dont topper! You love the idea of me. You love being seen with me but you dont love me." But nicky is Sarah and allison is topper. Next day the obx ig page reposted it "we stan the psu foxes pogues for life." And chase stokes posts it on Twitter saying "yoo the palmetto foxes watch??? my show???" Nicky takes a screenshot and on green screen he says "hi chase!! We do! The whole team binged it. Currently we've been debating who of us is going to dress up as pogues for Halloween." A lot of voices start arguing and as nicky is gonna enter the debate the video cuts.

• Allison does the facetime *deep male voice says hey* prank on them. Neil doesnt react. Nicky doesnt look up from his phone but does the finger thing and says "get that d, allison!" Dan and renee look at each other and then at allison and she bursts out laughing.

• aaron studying to be a doctor: *two plus two is four etc sound* andrew (eating pretzels from the bag while watching a game show lying down in a bean bag) and his eiditic memory [basically not needing to study]: *three is a magic number sound*

• Nicky runs through the court and enters the lounge beside the photo wall there's a poster he shows the camera as the sounds says it "alive ahaha fuck"

• Somehow they convince all of them to show up and do the wipe it down trend that ends up with wymack throwing the towel at the mirror.

• Comment: so how many members of the team listen to girl in red or sweater weather? Nicky stands there with the color filter: 👁👄👁👉👈 caption: yes❤

• He gets neil to duet to the whole "british people be like". "Neil I'm not british." "Part of you is so just read the tweets." He does and the comments are all thirst and simping

• Comment: raise your hand if you've been victimized by neil josten. Where my fellow Simps at? (The comment gets hundreds of thousands of likes) they make a video, everyone on the team except aaron who walks out raises their hand as the sound says "welcome to simp nation" kevin rolls his eyes but raises his, says something that nicky captions "i simp over his exy skills". andrew doesn't at first, but next to him neil whispers something and after andrew says yes, neil grabs Andrew's forearm and raises it. Andrew looks away and neil smiles.

• Nicky lying down: okay but what if Jean moreau traded places with the french guy from here you know who, david.

• Comment "ugh your mind nicky" reply video: right? Big brain, many thoughts, head full all the time. But like actually the idea of david playing exy and Jean hanging out with ducks and making viral tiktoks just-

• Comment "i feel you and @ austincantdrive would make the best chaotic duo" reply: we would be too powerful together. Austin replies too: agree.

• Allison makes a sports jersey/comfy wear but make it fashion and she styles herself. Everyone on the comments d i e s for her.

• Comment "okay but what about the boys. help allison." She makes a video too with matt and nicky and at the end neil wears an orange crop top and the internet b r e a k s

• Comment "allison do you listen to girl in red?" video reply: her winking at the camera and lip syncing as sweater weather plays. The comments a lot of them liked by creator: a win for the girls (and the boys)

• Upperclassmen Back in 2003: okay but hey do we always have to be involved? Can we do normal stuff that normal people do, like, go for brunch? Us (aaron, andrew, kevin and me): what the fuck is brunch?

• Of course they do the mr blue sky trend. Nicky: drunkenly goes to flirt with a guy. Aaron: drunkenly follows to get away from kevin. Kevin: drunk on pure vodka reminds us we have practice in the morning.

• Or another one all of them. Neil: ready to insult a reporter. Dan: tries not to laugh on camera. Matt: gets ready to hug him afterwards Allison and Nicky: Filming everything. Wymack: the only one trying to stop it from happening and failing.

• Dan and matt duet their reactions to every video edit of them, smiling and saying "your parents love you guys!".

• Comment "literally what is wrong with the ravens/ravens fans?The foxes are such a nice group of people and they're doing great in the sport y'all worship just shut up you cult-y athletic hype house." video reply: "ladies and gentlemen. The volume inside of this bus is A S T R O N O M I C A L."

• comment video reply: okay so we're not gonna talk about nicky at the gym?? Bc C A K E. nicky lip syncing "I'm glad you brung it up because I've been dying to talk about this for a fucking hot minute. First of all-"

• Colin uses one of Neil's or Andrew's interviews replies as one of his sounds and nicky fanboys a lot

• Allison and nicky do the Kardashian sound compilation.

• Nicky with a picture of Erik on green screen: "hi I just wanna say if you look anything like this please contact me. Thank you." Caption: miss u baby. And Erik watches his tiktoks and he facetimes him immediately. Nicky takes a screenshot and duets his own video crying with the screenshot caption: SKALSBSKAJSL Erik comments: stop making tiktoks and answer the phone, hemmick. Nicky replies: yessir everyone below comments keyboard smashes and you got a good one. Goals. Lmao kids that's what we call bottom panic. We stan one healthy long distance relationship and after that a bunch of long distance relationship questions that he makes another video on.

• A video of Katelyn and neil chatting and it pans to the twins watching them with the *when worlds collide sound*

• He reposts a snippet of one of his interviews post game where he grabs the mic from the reporter and nicky: can I say something? Reporter: sure, go ahead. Nicky: thank you. *looks straight into the camera* all the birds died in 1986 due to Reagan killing them and replacing them with spies that are now watching us. The birds work for the bourgeoisie. Thank you." And leaves. IT GOES VIRAL INSTANTLY.

• Comment "is everyone else gonna forget that tiktok where he said he was already part of a controversy? We stan a problematic icon?" Video reply: guys I might have been part of a whole Twitter beef thing against my little hoodie and Bruce hallway but c'mon, like, c'mon you can't blame me.

• Comment "for neil: does the carpet match the drapes 👅😍?" Video reply: neil on selfie mode. "Allison gave me her phone, told me to answer this and ran away so umm." He reads the box on the screen and frowns he walks and stands next to the window, where Andrew is sitting down and is barely seen on frame. "uhmm, the internet is confusing. Our carpet is like this" he turns the phone and shows the floor (grayish carpet) and then back at him "but we don't have drapes so, technically they don't match, I dont know." Andrew's head goes up and simply says "Neil." Neil turns "what?" And the video ends.

• of course nicky and allison do the WAP dance, on the court, when they should be running drills.

[mayraki]

58. “I don’t think I’m even that worth it” with JJ. an anonymous requested this! I accidentally deleted the ask :(

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“But he didn’t do it! He was with me!” You yelled for the second time while you were at the principal office.

You thought you were going to have a normal day at school, but boy were you wrong. Some idiot decided to have the school sign painted black and then add bad words all over it. Of course, the principal and teachers immediately had JJ in mind. Yes, he was the troublemaker who would occasionally get himself into more trouble than any other kid in the school. But this time, it wasn’t him. You knew that since he was with you the day before, the entire day.

So, after yelling to the principal that he didn’t do it, you got sent to his office.

“How can you back that up, young lady? In the cameras, we saw Maybank walking towards the school and then leaving a couple of minutes later. It’s very obvious, Y/l/n.” Your princial said.

“Seriously? Do you think that painting the entire sign is going to take a couple of minutes princial Johnson?”

“Don’t give me attitude, young lady.” Johnson said firmly pointing at you with his finger.

“I’m not. I’m just saying the truth. He didn’t do it. He was with me the entire day.”

“And why was he seen on the cameras?” The principal said with a half smile thinking that he won the argument, but you weren’t going to let that happen.

“I forgot my math book in my locker and I had homework, I asked him if he could get it from me. You can ask Professor Correl about it, he ran into him while getting my book.” You let out a proud smile after seeing the smile disappearing from Johnson’s face.

“You can go to class now, I’ll talk with Maybank.”

“Is he free now?”

After a couple of seconds without responding to you, Johnson said firmly: “We’ll see.”

You rolled your eyes once you left the office, with your bag on your hand while walking fast to your next class you were having a lot of thoughts in your mind.

Everytime something bad happened they all blamed JJ. Yes, he got into trouble a lot of times, fights, missing classes and a lot of other stupid bad decisions. And the times he got caught he would pay his time in detention like he should, but he was not the only one. Worst! He wasn’t even the one in three kids that get almost every week into trouble, you couldn’t even count with your two hands the amount of kids that were like JJ in OBX high school. But they all felt the need to blame JJ every time! And it wasn’t fair, blame him without even thinking about it or giving him a chance to defend himself, and that made you even more mad. So, you decided you were going to change that, whatever it took.

You had a plan, you were going to find out who did it, even if that would take you forever.

“Hey.” You heard JJ say once he walked out of his class after you waited for him.

“Hi! I just talked to the principal. Did you?”

“I’m on my way right now. They really think I did it, huh?” You slowly nodded. You noticed some frustrated and sadness in his face, and you hate that.

“I’m going to help get out of this.”

“What?” He shook his head. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I’m going to find out who did it.”

“Y/n-”

“I won’t take any excuses. JJ! You’re going to get suspended for something that you didn’t do! That’s not fair!”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/n.”

“What? Yes it does! I’m going to do whatever it takes you get you out of this.”

He quickly shook his head and then looked down. “I don’t think I’m even that worth it”

“What?” You asked softly but then your tone got louder. “Say that again and I will kick your ass! Worth it? What are you talking about?” He looked up at you surprised at your firm tone. “You’re always worth it, JJ.”

“If they want to blame for everything then let it be like that.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“JJ, that’s your dad talking, not you.” You said softly and you noticed how his shoulders got tensed once he heard you talk about his dad. He looked down while putting his hands inside his pockets. “It was not your fault, and you shouldn’t have to take responsibility and the consequences of something that you didn’t do.” He was still not looking at you so you grabbed his cheeks to make him lock eyes with you. He looked sad and tired, so you gave him a little kiss on the lips before wrapping your arms around his neck. He then quickly wrapped his arms around your waist making the hug even tighter. “Don’t say that you’re not worth it, because you are. Always. And I will get you out of this.”

He locked eyes with you and then a little smile appeared on his face. “How are you going to catch the person who did it?” He asked softly.

“Ooooh, I watched Sherlock, movies and show. And then fifteen seasons of Criminal Minds. I got this.”

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85. That is the last time I’m climbing out of your window. I almost died!

***

You were dying. Well, it sure felt like it, as you clutched your stomach and curled up onto the floor, laughing your ass off. 

“I’m okay!” your boyfriend shouted from outside your window. “Thanks for asking.” 

You tried to muffle your giggles, standing up and leaning out of the window. “Shhh! My parents might hear you!” You did feel a little bad, but it was mostly hilarious, and your bright grin lit up your whole face. You watched as JJ pouted, rolling his shoulders to alleviate some of the pain. The poor boy just fell out of a two-story window. 

“I’m sorry for laughing J,” you choked back another giggle. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But that is the last time I’m climbing out of your window. I almost died!” That fall hurt like a motherfucker, but he was playing it off well. You were still laughing, and JJ put on a smile. He couldn’t be that upset, not when your laugh was so dang cute. You were about to blow him a kiss and tell him to get out of here, but the front door of your house suddenly opened accompanied by your dad’s loud voice.

“What the hell was that?” Your eyes widened, and JJ’s did too. Your parents would lose their shit if they found out a boy had been sneaking into your room, or out for that matter. Even it if was JJ, who they seemed to like. You stayed frozen as JJ prepared to bolt, but your dad had already seen him. “JJ, is that you?”

A sheepish laugh left the boy's lips as he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yes, sir. How’s it going?” God, he was uncomfortable and didn’t know at all what to do. You wanted to go and save him from this situation, but you were just as scared about what your dad might do if he found out JJ had been in your room at this late hour. It was almost midnight.

“Honey, what was that noise?” Oh great. Now your mom was standing outside as well. “Oh, JJ! What a surprise.” You slapped your hand to your forehead, and your mother suddenly glanced up at your window. “Y/N... what is going on here?” 

You had no idea what to say, but your mouth worked on it’s own accord. “Uh, JJ was just stopping by to say hi.” JJ nodded in agreement, putting a hand on his shoulder to massage his aching muscles. 

It seemed your dad already knew what had happened. “Y/N, did you push this poor boy out of your window?” he asked in amusement, humor in his tone.

“What? No!” You were still nervous about getting in trouble, but you started laughing again at the mention of JJ’s fall, which wasn’t your fault, for the record. But damn, was it funny. 

Your mom’s jaw dropped as realization hit her. “Did you really fall from that height?!” she asked JJ. Your boyfriend was a good liar, but at this moment, he couldn’t find the words. He was scared shitless that your parents would be pissed and never let you see him again. Your mom worriedly approached the blonde, putting her hands on his shoulders as she assessed him for injuries. “Oh my god, are you alright?”

JJ was blushing, but nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.” 

“Y/N, where are your manners?” your mom scolded you, shooting you a look of disappointment from down below. “Climbing in and out of your window is dangerous! Oh, you poor thing,” she added, looking back to JJ. 

“I’m alright, really. And I am so, so sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.” He was nervous as hell, trying to say the right thing so that you guys wouldn’t get in trouble. 

“Yeah, it won’t be happening again,” your dad spoke up, firmly. You held your breath, watching the scene unfold as JJ looked down in shame, lips closed tight. “From now on, use the front door, son.” 

What? You were surprised to say the least, and your boyfriend looked just the same. Neither of you knew how to react. “Seriously, Y/N. I can’t believe you pushed your boyfriend out of the window,” your dad teased. 

“I didn’t push him!” you yelled back. “He fell!” Was your dad really joking about this? You thought for sure he’d be fuming. 

Your parents ignored you, but you could see JJ smirk at you, loving that your parents were taking his side. “Come on, JJ. That fall must’ve hurt. I’ll get you some ice and some ibuprofen,” your mom said, ushering the boy into your house. JJ gave you another look, almost in disbelief at how chill your parents were being. 

“Yeah, come on, son. Let’s get you a drink too. I’m sorry for my daughter, she can be quite rude.” 

“Dad!” you whined.

“It’s okay,” JJ chuckled as they headed up the porch steps. “I’m used to it.”

“Ugh, shut up, J!” You heard JJ and your parents laugh as they came inside. You hurried down the stairs, grinning and bubbling with happiness at the fact that your parents really liked your boyfriend. Enough to invite him in for a drink after they caught him escaping from your room. The scene you walked in on in the kitchen made your chest warm. JJ was sitting at the table while your dad opened up two beers for them, your mom coming around to your boyfriend and asking where he was hurt. JJ said he was fine, but thanked your mom for being concerned about him. You waltzed up to him, rubbing his back soothingly. “Are you okay, baby?”

He smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Nothing a kiss can’t fix.” You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself away from him. He was being cheesy, but you also weren’t comfortable showing affection in front of your family. It surprised you when your parents both laughed at you guys. 

“I think he deserves it, Y/N. You did push him out of a window for christ’s sake,” your mom giggled, your dad and JJ joining in. 

“For the last time, I didn’t push him!” you pouted. 

“Sure...” your dad replied, taking your mom with him out of the room to give you guys some space. 

“Your parents love me,” JJ smirked, wrapping his arms around you again. 

You glared playfully at him. “Lucky bastard.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. You found yourself laughing against his lips, and he pulled away in question. “That was so fucking funny. At least you really won’t have to climb through my window anymore.” You didn’t realize it, but JJ was happier than ever at the thought of being completely accepted in your house. He didn’t have to sneak around anymore. 

“Thank god,” he said, before kissing you again. 

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all works tags: @caseyabel28 @karleeluv @voguesir @niya-savage @anonymousbbbb

obx tags: @sportygal55 @jazbarnes05 @rafej-cambanks @lovelogan @lannxyz @falling-perfectly @thisismynerdyself @mattelblake @justanotherbooklover @hemmingsness @little-miss-rebel3 @shreckluver7 @joshy-obx @stefmenk @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @niamhobrien @queenofthepouges @dontjinx-it @pink-meringues @outerbnx-stiles @bricksatanakinswindow

jj tags: @kaylinfayezink @lannxyz @unfortunatekiwitrash @shy-1234 @bijleegiregi @cheshirecat107 @yami5525  @folkloverr @dracoswhore007  

[jjmaebank]

cast ur mutuals as tiktok dances

I don’t know that many but:

@maybe-maybanks as say so (I can’t get over the vid w ur sister)

@baby-bearie as cannibal

@milaonthemoon as savage

@obx-sos as loser (LMAOOO THAT SOUNDS SO MEAN AGAGA)

[maybankiara]

Can you ship me with one of the obx boys and write a blurb with whoever you ship me with? I have long wavy/curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I’m about 5’4”. I go with the flow and I’m the joker of the group. I’m athletic, competitive, argumentative, and easy-going. I’m sarcastic, playfully mean, and low-key aggressive. I’ve been told that I have a great sense of humor. I can get pretty savage when it comes to roasting people. Just write whatever type of blurb you’re inspired to write!

i ship you with john b! i feel like you two would get along really well and have tons of unresolved sexual tension whenever your teasing and games would get the tension up and you wouldn't be able to stay away from one another for too long. john b also strikes me as a competitive guy, and he's definitely playfully mean, that's a guarantee.

'i thought you'd be faster than schoupe, johnny bee,' you state.

john b jumps into the van, right at your side, and huffs. 'i was.'

you grin, making a "tsk" boise with your tongue. 'barely.'

the glare he sends in your direction is annoyed, but his lips twist into a smile. where his hand pushes your knee playfully, your skin burns.

you bicker the rest of the way to the chateau, even while getting some food from the corner store. the pogues just leave you be - they've gotten used to this a while back.

you're resting in the hammocks, each of you with a beer in hand, when you drink the last drop of yours.

'runner boy.'

'hm?' john b perks up from the hammock, glancing at you.

you grin. 'bet you can't outrun me to the kitchen.'

both of you shoot out of the hammock and you trip him on the way down, winning by a landslide. he grabs you from the back and threatens to throw you down, but you're just calling him a sore loser.

'put me down, asshole. i need a beer.'

he puts you down and waits as you take the can out of the fridge. the look in his eyes is familiar - you realise you're out of everybody's sight, and a surge of adrenaline rushes through you.

'you won,' he says. 'what'd you want?'

his eyes drop to your lips and you feel your heart racing. 'john b.'

'yeah?' his eyes don't move.

'i tripped you. wasn't fair. you won. so, congratulations.'

you step closer, and kiss him.

[annab-recs]

Hi! Can I get an obx ship? I have long wavy/curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I’m about average height (5’4-5’5). I go with the flow and I’m the joker of the group. I’m athletic, competitive, argumentative, and easy-going. I’m also sarcastic, playfully mean, and low-key aggressive whoops haha. I’ve been told that I have a great sense of humor. I can also get pretty savage when it comes to roasting people.

Hi! Of course love, here it is!

You are for sure a pogue. People think that you and Kie are related in some way because of your similar hair and eyes. You literally match JJ’s personality so well that John B calls you little J but everytime he calls you that, you come back with some amazing roast. You and JJ are joined at the hip because y’all are so frickin similar. You also get referred to as KJ because you have the looks of Kie and the personality of JJ. You are almost like their child as you are a perfect mix of the two.

I ship you with Pope because you are just like JJ and the chemistry between the two of them is perfect so you’d be perfect for him. You help him to not be as stressed and uptight all the time and never fail to make him laugh. You love to make him laugh just so you can hear his adorable little giggle. He always cheers you on when JJ challenges you to do these little competitions like a race back to the chateau. He is your number one supporter and is always there to celebrate with you when you smoke JJ in his challenges. He loves your sarcasm and how feisty you are. He adores you sticking up for the pogues and when you roast the shit out of some kooks. He’s so in love with you it’s crazy.

[myrandom-fandomlife]

Hi! Can I get an obx ship? Im a straight female, long wavy/curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I’m about average height (5’4-5’5). I go with the flow and I’m the joker of the group. I’m athletic, competitive, argumentative, and easy-going. I’m also sarcastic, playfully mean, and low-key aggressive whoops haha. I’ve been told that I have a great sense of humor. I can also get pretty savage when it comes to roasting people.

I ship you with John B! You guys would always get into competitions athletic or otherwise. You know how they say you’re supposed to date your best friend but whatever gender you’re into? Yeah that’s you for John B so that means you and JJ also get along pretty well. Basically John B is completely in love with you and you always get into competitions where your roast on each other but then later be like yk ily 🥺

[apoguecalledjj]

Hey! Can you ship me with someone from obx? I have long wavy/curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I’m about average height (5’4-5’5). I go with the flow and I’m the joker of the group. I’m athletic, competitive, argumentative, and easy-going. I’m also sarcastic, playfully mean, and low-key aggressive whoops haha. I’ve been told that I have a great sense of humor. I can also get pretty savage when it comes to roasting people.

I ship you with JJ! At first, you guys would clash a bit, this is definitely a ‘enemies to lovers’ situation. The two of you never hated each other, though, it was just that you guys were so much alike that you tended to get heated with each other easily. Eventually, you guys would end up dating, though, and the two of you would constantly playfully roast each other and fire sarcastic comments back and forth. The pogues never wanted to get on either of your bad sides, because dealing with one of you meant the both of you and that is too much for them to handle.

Come celebrate with me!