#topper thorton

[cambankromyy]

obx character instagrams!!

im thinking of making a smau w these but what do we think!! also send reqs!

[barrys-chico-rico]

love that Topper and Rafe (literal psychopaths who’ve committed multiple crimes) were disturbed by the murder of a baby turtle.. guess that’s where they draw the line

[keehomania]

this app is so fjcking unserious im shitting bricks

[rafe-cameron]

They are so important to me

[goblink1ng666]

same gay lovers different font

[snootchie-bootchies]

Stan Pope Heyward

[jojo0039]

*Pogue for Life* The Dark Forest Part 1

Jo is just standing by the door.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" she asks him.

Buzz stands up from sitting on the couch.

"I knew you would be back here. You and I got to have a little chat." he tells her.

Jo sighs in frustration.

"Dad, it's been a long night. I would rather go to bed. We can talk later." she tells him.

She heads back toward her room.

"There won't be a later. Your Aunt Cynthia and Uncle Rodney are coming down in a couple of days. You're gonna go stay with them for a while." he informs her.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere!" she tells him.

"I think it's for the best. Your life here hasn't been good for a while now. And I blame myself for that. I let myself get roped in on the drama of the Royal Merchant." he says to her.

"Dad, please, I don't wanna go anywhere. My friends need me." she pleads.

"Your friends will be fine without you. Right now my main concern is you. You need to get put back on the right path." he tells her.

"And my cult religious aunt and uncle are the way to do that?!" she retorts sarcastically.

"I think a little Jesus in your life will do you some good." he says.

"Well, I don't. They will have just wasted a trip down here because I am not going. They would have to drag me off this island by my hair." she tells him firmly.

Buzz steps closer to his daughter.

"If that is what it takes to keep you safe from all of this dangerous shit, then so be it."

The look in his eye makes Jo tense up.

She knows that he's serious.

She takes a deep breath and tries to think of something to say.

"Dad, I know that you love me and only want the best for me. But forcing me to leave isn't doing either one of us any favors. I know that you're upset about the choices that I have been making, but you have to understand that I am not a little girl anymore. You can't keep babying me and expecting me to make the choices that you want me to make. I am my own person who just wants to live life. Sending me away will not help me like you think it would." she says to him calmly.

Buzz sighs in frustration.

"They'll be here in a couple of days. I expect you to be ready." Buzz tells her in a final tone.

She starts to feel tears in her eyes.

She puts a hand over her mouth so he doesn't hear her cry as he walks out the door.

Buzz is heading back to his truck when he spots Big John leaning against the side of it.

"I've been trying to call you. I came to show you. We found the other piece."

John unwraps the completed artifact and shows him.

"You found the other half?"

Buzz looks at it closely in awe.

"John B and I did. It wasn't easy either. I need you to come with me to meet with someone to have it translated." Big John tells him.

Buzz hands him back the gnomon.

"Listen, we've been through a lot together throughout the years. And you know that I'll do anything for you. But I'm done with the treasure hunting." Buzz tells John.

"What are you talking about? This is what we've been waiting for! We're on the right track to find El Dorado." John tries to convince him.

"Not anymore. I just got my daughter back home. I'm getting ready to start a campaign for mayor. I have all of these plans and not one of them involves treasure hunting." Buzz says.

Big John looks at him with disbelief.

"Do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now? You're a coward. You just wanna up and quit when things get hard. Just like old times. You would rather have a paramedic career instead of a treasure hunt!" Big John argues.

"It's a lost cause, John! I have more important things to worry about like my family. My daughter has no business being involved in any of this." Buzz argues back.

"Take a look around Buzz, your daughter has been involved in this from the start! She is not a little girl anymore. So quit treating her like one. I may be the less obvious one around, but even I can see you're just pushing your kid away by protecting her. You're gonna run her straight into Rafe Cameron's arms. And that would be the true consequence of you trying to protect her." Big John tells him.

"Just mind your own business, John." Buzz spits out.

John scoffs at him.

"I don't even recognize you anymore. You've become the Kooks we used to make fun of. Maybe I am better off doing this on my own."

John gives Buzz a sad shake of his head and turns to walk away from him.

Buzz just clinches his jaw in anger.

                                            *****************************

Jo manages to calm herself down and stop crying.

She sneaks a peek out the front door and spots her dad in a heated argument with Big John.

She rushes to her room and throws clothes into her big Victoria's Secret duffel bag.

She grabs a bunch of stuff that she thinks she needs and wants to keep.

She throws the bag out the window.

She hears the thud of it hitting the ground.

She then follows behind and climbs out the window.

She grabs her bag and rushes across the lawn to go over to John B's.

She dumps her duffel on the porch and listens for the sounds of her friends' voices.

She finds them in the back together talking.

Kie is the first one to spot her.

"Hey, there you are." she comments.

"Where have you been?" Pope questions her.

JJ looks up and glances at her.

"Sorry, I just had a big fight with my dad. What did I just miss?" she questions.

"Well, I was just telling everyone that my dad and I went to the archives in Charleston and uh, it was a dead end." John B states.

Jo can instantly tell that John B isn't telling the complete truth.

"So that's it? We're just done?" Jo questions with disbelief.

"So we lost the gold, the cross, and now El Dorado. Looks like we're three for three."

Pope throws something at a tree.

He storms off angrily.

"I'll see you guys around." Kie states as she follows Pope.

Jo feels a tightening in her chest.

She feels awkward being in a place that has always felt like home to her.

She is starting to feel like she doesn't belong here anymore.

She doesn't notice JJ watching her as she turns around to rush into the Chateau.

She runs to the bathroom and throws up.

Once she finally finishes, she rinses her mouth with mouthwash she finds in the cabinet.

She goes back out to the porch to grab her bag but sees JJ sitting beside it.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks her.

He hands her a bottle of water and motions for her to sit down with him.

She takes the bottle and sits down on the couch.

"I'm alright. Just everything going on has my stomach upset." she tells him.

"Where are you going?" he asks as he nods his head toward the bag.

She shrugs her shoulders.

"I don't know. My dad is threatening to send me away." she tells him.

"Wait, what?" he stares at her with wide eyes.

"My aunt and uncle are coming down here to get me and take me back to the mainland and across the country. He says that's what is best for me right now. He thinks that all of this treasure hunting has only led to trouble." she tells him void of all emotion.

"What do you need me to do? I don’t want you to leave. You can't leave. I- I wouldn't know what to do if you left me." JJ tells her.

He stands up and starts pacing.

Jo watches him and finally speaks.

"I think we need to have that talk now Jay." she tells him.

He shakes his head.

"I'm not ready for you to pick him. I mean what do I have? Nothing. He can give you things that I can't." he speaks softly.

Jo stands up and grabs his face.

"Quit talking bad about yourself Jay. You are amazing. You care about all of us and you're always here to help. You have such a big heart and I love you so much. And I am so sorry that I didn't take that leap with you guys." she whispers to him.

He leans down and stops just before their lips touch.

She can feel his breath on her lips, and she wants nothing more than to kiss him.

JJ scoffs and pulls her hands off his face.

"You can't come here and say this stuff to me when you're wearing another man's ring on your finger! That's not fair to me. You chose Rafe. You chose to stay with him instead of jumping off the ship with us." JJ raises his voice sounding heartbroken.

"If I had jumped he would have shot you!" Jo argues back.

"You don't know that. If he loves you like you say he does, he wouldn't have shot at the boat and you would have been there with us."

Jo feels tears in her eyes again.

"But you chose to stay ultimately choosing him. I mean look at you, your nails are done and you're driving a range rover. You look like a Kook to me."

His words cut her deeply.

She doesn't know what to say to him.

He turns to walk off the porch but turns to say something else to her.

"I hope you do leave the island. That way I won't have to see you with him and it keeps you away from him."

He regrets the words as soon as he says them, but he turns to quickly leave the porch before anything else can be said.

He listens as he hears her sit back down and start to openly cry.

                                          ********************************

Jo finally leaves the porch and grabs her bag and heads for the car that Rafe gave her.

She throws the bag in the back and sits in the car.

She hesitates because she has nowhere to go at the moment.

She doesn't wanna anger her dad and go to Tannyhill to Rafe, but she doesn't want to go to her dad's house since he's threatening to ship her off.

And both of them would find her at her mom's trailer.  

She finally pulls out and just drives around.

She drives through town and decides to park the car and walk.

She walks around town, then makes it down to the marina.

She looks up to see Sarah riding her bike towards her.

"Hey." she greets her friend.

Sarah stops the bike in front of Jo.

She looks like she's been outside for a while and looks thirsty.

"Are you okay?" Jo asks her.

Sarah jumps off her bike and heads for a closed shop.

Jo watches as Sarah jumps over the counter and starts drinking beer from the tap.

"I could have bought you a beer if you wanted one so badly."

Jo laughs as she reaches over and grabs a water bottle from the cooler.

"Here's to going full pogue." Sarah mumbles.

Jo raises her eyebrow in question.

"if you need some money, Sarah, I can get you some." Jo tells her.

She shakes her head.

"I don't want you to get in trouble with Rafe." Sarah tells her.

"It's not gonna be a problem. I'll just have to pull some money off of this card." Jo shrugs her shoulders.

She jumps up on the counter and sits sideways.

"It won't be a problem. It's the least he can do is give you some money." Jo tells her.

"Do you want some?" Sarah asks holding up the tap to Jo.

Jo finally shrugs her shoulders again.

"Fuck it why not?"

Jo tosses Sarah the bottle of water to drink.

Jo grabs the tap and sprays some beer in her mouth.

"That's actually pretty good." Jo laughs as she hands it back to Sarah.

Sarah takes it and drinks from it again.

"Sarah? Joanna?"

Both girls turn to see Topper staring at them looking confused.

"What are you guys doing?" he questions.

"Hey, Top." Sarah greets.

"Do you girls wanna go for a ride?" he asks them.

"You know I never pass a chance up on the Malibu since it's in my name too." Jo retorts.

Topper holds the keys out in her direction.

"Then you can drive." She grabs them and smiles.

"Don't mind if I do."

They all head to the boat.

Jo starts up the Malibu and drives off.

"You look to be thirsty Sarah. If you want there is beer in there. You can grab one."

Topper points to the cooler beside them.

"Grab me one please." Jo speaks from the wheel.

"I never thought I would be a beer cooler vagrant." Sarah jokes.

She hands Jo a can of beer.

"Yea I thought you were more into like, high-end heists now." Topper tries to joke.

Sarah giggles softly.

"I'm surprised you're not back at the house by now Jo." Topper turns to her.

"Why would I be?" Jo asks.

"Well, because your aunt and uncle are in town." Topper tells her.

Jo's eyes widen.

"Wait, they're here now? In Outer Banks?" Jo rapidly questions.

"Uh, yea, they arrived late last night. Why are you acting like that?" Topper questions her off behavior.

"Because they're here to take me back to the mainland." she informs them.

"What?"

"Are you serious?"

Both Topper and Sarah exclaim.

"Let's face it, I've had it coming for a while now. There is only so much that my dad will take before he snaps. I brought this on myself." Jo mumbles wallowing in her self-pity.

"Do you need me to drop you off anywhere? Are you crashing at John B's?" Topper asks.

Jo and Sarah share an awkward look.

"I am not staying there. I can't go back to my dad's either." Jo says.

"Yea, I don't blame you, I wouldn't wanna be there either." Sarah tells her.

"I can drop you guys off at Tannyhill and possibly talk to Rafe on your behalf." Topper suggests.

Jo snorts causing beer to spill out of her nose.

Sarah scrunches up her nose trying to hide her laugh.

"What? Was it something I said?" Topper asks.

"Top, no offense, but I don't need you to talk to Rafe on my behalf for me. If anything it's the other way around." Jo tells him.

"Why? I'm not following." he says confused.

Jo grabs a hold of her necklace and shows him the ring on the chain.

Topper's eyes widen in shock.

"Are you fucking serious? You and Rafe? No wonder your dad is pissed bro!" Topper exclaims.

"Yea, it's a shitshow." Jo mumbles.

"I did not see that one coming that's for sure." Sarah starts laughing.

"How did things get like this?" Sarah continues to laugh.

"What do you mean?" Topper asks.

"This! Like things almost feel normal again, but they're far from normal. And were just sitting here having a normal conversation just catching up. That's just funny to me." Sarah takes a drink of her beer.

"Not everything is the same. You have a boyfriend and I have a girlfriend."

Jo quickly turns her head as Sarah's eyes widen in shock.

"You have a girlfriend?" Sarah questions awkwardly.

"Why do you seem surprised?" Topper asks.

"I'm not surprised. Of course, you do." Sarah takes another drink.

"Who?" Jo asks him.

"Uh, you guys know Elena." he tells them.

"Reedy!?"

Both girls exclaim at the same time.

Topper looks between the two girls.

"You guys dont like her?" he questions with amusement.

"Yes, I do. You can do so much better than that hairbow-wearing preppy little-"

Jo stops when she catches both Sarah and Topper just staring at her.

"Never mind." she mumbles quickly.

"It's just that when we were together, she was always like up your ass. So that's just kinda strange to me that's all." Sarah states.

"Oh ok, so you're jealous." Topper teases.

"No! I'm not jealous." Sarah denies.

"You do sound a little jealous."

Sarah sticks her tongue out at Jo.

"It's not even that. She would just linger and always ready to pounce." Sarah tells Topper.

"Now that you mention something, she was always around in the background always watching you." Jo laughs.

"Is this gang up on Topper day? Come on girls."

Topper throws his hands up in defeat.

"Yo, Top!"

They turn to see Kelce on a boat with a few other people.

"Holy shit! Is that Sarah Cameron and Joanna Mills?" Kelce asks.

"Hey, Kelce."

"Hi."

The girls greet.

"I heard you were back on figure eight for good. Please tell me you guys are coming!" Kelce shouts to them.

"Where?" Sarah asks Topper.

"A bunch of us are gonna head out to Mase and just do a little surf and sun action. A little fellowship by the break. You guys should come. It'll be fun." Topper speaks keeping his eyes on Sarah.

"You should come, Jo! I ran into Rafe earlier and said he might come out too." Kelce shouts from the boat he's on.

"Don't worry if Rafe shows up I'll keep him away from you." Jo whispers to Sarah.

"Come on guys!"

The group shouts to the girls.

"Alright, we're coming!" Sarah shouts.

Jo shakes her head with a laugh.

Topper hands her another beer.

She shakes her head.

"I'm good." she tells him.

He gives her a look.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah, man I'm fine." she tells him.

[notbadweird]

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Here are my OBX S3 unpopular opinionsss

[toppersbae]

[bunnys-cove]

SARAH!! Why tf didn’t you tell Topper John B’s your husband🙂

[xoxo-gossipgirlrp]

Who is open from the outer banks

Topper and Cleo are the only ones that are currently open in Outer Banks franchise.

[harryspet]

buy me presents | r. cameron

[warnings] dark!mafia!rafe x spoiled!bratty!reader, ex-convict!rafe, rafe has a spoiling kink, topper thornton x reader, kidnapping/confinement, bondage, mentions of death/violence, toxic relationship, NONCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: merry christmas eve! gif credit: @/janesarahspidey

In which Rafe is more dangerous than ever and he interrupts your honeymoon with your new husband.

word count: 6.2k

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Somewhere like Greece seemed like a much better option for your honeymoon. Your husband, Topper, insisted that spending the end of year at a cozy, cabin in the mountains would be much more intimate.  Besides that, you’d gotten married so late into the year that a tropical honeymoon was probably out of the question. You bargained for a trip to Greece in the spring and decided not to pout. At least a cozy mountain trip meant cute two-piece lounge sets with fur-line boots and adorable ear muffs. 

That morning, he’d lugged all four of your suitcases into the back of his SUV, and you drove 4 hours from Figure 8 to the mountains. The car heater hummed softly as you stared out the window, the serenity of the trip barely masking your true feelings. You had the perfect winter wedding, a huge oval diamond on your ring, you’d snagged the most eligible bachelor in Kildare, and yet, you were still hoping for more. 

Topper was all smiles when you arrived, chivalrously carrying all your things inside. The “cabin” he picked was less than low-key, which impressed you, from the outside it was covered in snow but you could tell there were at least seven bedrooms. Shivering you followed him inside. The moment the door slammed shut behind you, the noise felt strangely final, like you were trapped in a cage of wood and snow. 

Your husband went to work on the fireplace, and still shivering, you wandered through the luxurious cabin’s living room. It was adorned with over-stuffed furniture, red-plaid blanket throws, deep leather couches, and velvet armchairs. A bear skin rug sat before the fireplace, a deer head placed ceremoniously over the mantle, “I was thinking we could decorate the place for Christmas. Make it real cozy. What do you think?”

You nodded, a small smile on your lips, “Yeah … where are we gonna get decorations?” You crossed your arms as you continued to shiver. Moving closer to him, you were hoping a spark would appear soon. 

Topper glanced over at you, his face lighting up with excitement. "I figured we could take a drive into town tomorrow, get a real tree, maybe a few things for the mantel. It'll be perfect. You know, all the little touches."

The fire crackled in front of you as Topper carefully stoked the flames, his focus on making sure it blazed high. His back was to you, his arms flexing as he worked, and for a moment, you found yourself staring at him. Topper was handsome, successful, and undoubtedly a good man. You let yourself feel grateful that he’d put so much thought into this trip.

Planning your dream wedding had completely consumed your thoughts this year, bringing you unimaginable anxiety. Every decision, every detail had been meticulously planned, from the dress to the flowers, the venue, and every single guest on the guest list. You’d sacrificed sleep, health, and sanity in pursuit of perfection. But now, the wedding was behind you, and the weight of it all seemed to evaporate in the crisp mountain air.

You decided that this was the time to finally let go of the constant pressure and to simply enjoy being married, “Sounds perfect,” You responded, and at the same time, you saw the first spark. Topper stoked the fire, letting it grow, and you finally felt the comforting heat, “The tree has to be at least nine feet, okay? With red and gold bulbs and big poinsettias. I want my sister to totally freak out when I send her photos.” You said it with a small smirk, imagining her wide-eyed reaction to the grandeur of it all. You were already picturing the perfect holiday setup, one that would leave no room for comparison.

“You got it,” He stood up from his place kneeling by the fireplace, dusting off his pants, and leaned in to kiss you softly. His voice was low, reassuring, and you picked out the way his eyes soften at the sight of you. Topper Thornton was madly in love with you, “What sounds good for dinner?”

“Steak?” You offered, leaning back against the arm of the couch. Outside, through tall glass windows, you watched snow fall down on the landscape. 

“Steak it is. I’m gonna make you an amazing dinner and then we’re going to have the coziest night in.” He leaned down to kiss you on your forehead and you watched as he made his way to the kitchen. 

“I will …unpack,” You declared, staring around the room, already envisioning where you would settle.

The master suite was tucked away on the upper floor, accessed by a grand staircase with a dark wood banister that creaked softly under your footsteps. The soft glow from the chandelier above cast a warm light over you. The stairs led to a long hallway that ended in double doors, adorned with heavy brass handles. 

At the center of the room stood a four-poster king-sized bed with a thick down comforter and piles of plush pillows, framed by an elegant dark wood bed frame. Across the room was yet another fireplace and you imagined a warm, cozy consummation of your marriage. You were no virgin, and Topper hadn’t proposed to you before sampling what he intended to lock down for the rest of his life, but you wanted it to be special. 

Your eyes wandered to the private balcony accessed through French doors offered views of the snow-covered expanse but was too cold to truly enjoy. Instead, you turned your attention to unpacking yours and Topper’s luggage, organizing your belongings in the spacious walk-in closet. The expansive vanity soon became a canvas for your collection of beauty trinkets and makeup, each item finding its place as you settled into your new surroundings.

You joined Topper for dinner, the mouth watering aroma already having reached you upstairs. Topper was good at being doting, remembering to pull out your chair for you, making sure your glass of red wine never fully emptied. Part of your heart fluttered, the other, more realistic half was skeptical. You couldn’t help but reflect on the endless conversations you’d had with your therapist. She’d pointed out time and time again that you struggled to let people fully in, even the ones who loved you.

This was the time, Y/N, to finally let someone in. What better person than the one you agreed to marry? 

Dinner was more than pleasant, and as the wine started to warm your cheeks, the conversation turned light. It was fun. Sometimes you forgot how much fun Topper could be. 

Topper’s voice was low and teasing, “If you could switch lives with anyone for a day, no strings attached, no responsibilities, no commitments, who would it be and why?”

You paused, the question hanging in the air for a moment. Topper leaned forward slightly, clearly enjoying the challenge he’d just given you. You could tell he was genuinely curious, but also hoping to catch a glimpse of something unexpected, something about the woman he’d married that maybe even you hadn’t fully explored.

Your fingers played with the stem of your wine glass as you thought, the question pulling you into a brief moment of reflection.

“Hmmm…” you mused, your heartbeat picking up, though you kept your face neutral, “I think… I’d pick my oldest sister. She does everything right. She’s got it all together. At least, that’s what my Mom and Dad always say.”

“Really?” Topper smiled, taking a sip from his wine, “Your sister?”

“Yeah,” Maybe because you felt no judgement at all, you kept speaking, “I mean, it’s not like I don’t love my life now. But all I wanted when I was a teenager was to be the godliest woman, to get married young, and you know, do all the things a pastor’s daughter is supposed to do. And I watched all three of my sisters do it and…they’ve just never approved of my decisions.”

You were sitting across from the only decision your parent’s approved of but you weren’t always Topper Thornton’s wife. For years, they’d considered you “lost”. 

Topper gave you a soft smile. “I’m surprised but it’s kind of nice to … to know you more. I want to know your more, Y/N,” You understood what he meant. You did your best to come across only how you wanted others to perceive you, “You know, you’re exactly where you need to be, right here with me. And I’m sorry, but your parents are idiots.”

You nodded, laughing, before you down the rest of your wine, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” Topper’s eyes widened, “Is it upstairs?”

You nodded, standing from the table. “Yes. I’m going to get ready. Toss these dishes in the sink, I’ll clean them tomorrow, and meet me upstairs in… five minutes, okay?”

“Can’t wait, Mrs. Thornton,” He winked and you scurried away from the table with a mischievous smile. 

It took you a lot longer than five minutes to get ready and you were lucky that Topper had known you well enough to give you more time. You chose an outfit you’d been waiting to pull out since the beginning of planning for your wedding. The nightgown was crafted from soft, white silky fabric, it’s neck plunged and the neckline was adorned by lace. The hem ended just before the middle of your thighs, teasing yet tasteful, and the robe that accompanied it was made from the same light, airy material. You tied the robe lazily in front, letting the fabric cascade over your body. 

You were applying lipgloss in the mirror when you heard the closing of a car door. You paused for a moment, wondering why he had gone out to the car. Deciding you were presentable enough, you left the room. At the top of the stairs, you heard the shuffling of feet and assumed Topper had made his way back inside. 

“Babe?” You inquired as you made your way down the stairs. Your stomach dropped the moment that your bare feet hit the bottom step. You gripped the stair railing as your eyes tried to make sense of the movement in the dimly lit downstairs. All you could really tell was that Topper was not alone and dark figures had crowded the living room. 

Then your heard a painful grunt and recognized the sound as belonging to Topper. Abort, abort, abort, the little voice in your head said. When you turned around, there was a dark figure standing at the top of the stairs now. You immediately recognized the cold, calculating look in his eyes. He was one of Rafe's men. You couldn’t remember his name, but the air around him was thick with malice. He didn’t need to say a word for you to understand his intent: you weren’t going anywhere.

A scream left your lips before you could cover your mouth with a shaky hand. “Stay still,” the man at the top of the stairs said in a low, gruff voice. His hand moved toward his waistband, and your stomach twisted as you feared the worst.

You moved forward despite his words. The shuffling from the living room intensified, followed by another grunt from Topper, which made your legs nearly buckle beneath you. You were so, so, so close to the door but a few steps in that direction made you realize there were two other men blocking that exit. You turned around slowly, following their line of the sight, and moved in the only direction there was. 

You padded closer to the living room, a crackling fire the only source of light in the room. Rafe Cameron stood, tall and commanding, gun pointed to your husband’s temple. He already owned every inch of the space. 

Topper’s eyes flicked toward you, panic and fear evident in them, but he didn’t speak, not while Rafe’s gun was so close to his head. His jaw clenched, and he shifted uncomfortably in place, his hands bound behind him. Two other dark figures stood nearby and you quickly processed that they were most likely the ones who overpowered your husband. 

Cold, calculating eyes locked on you. Oh god, you thought, you’d really done it now. 

It wasn’t love at first sight with Rafe Cameron. Not even close. But it was fire—raw, passionate, and all-consuming. You were at the end of your rebellious phase, days away from moving back home, and finally agreeing to go to that Christian college your parents always wanted you to go to.

It really started with a pair of diamond earrings. Not a conversation, not a connection, just a gesture that hit you like a freight train. 

He presented them after he’d given you three earth-shattering, bed-frame-slamming orgasms in a row, and you’d dozed off in his bedroom, tangled in the sheets, not caring that it was a late-night rendezvous that was never supposed to mean anything. The earrings were tucked inside a velvet box that seemed almost out of place with the raw, unrestrained chaos of the night.

“Are you paying me for sex? Like a hooker?”

“You’d think I’d buy diamond earrings for a hooker?” His voice was steady, as if he hadn’t just spent hours making your legs shake. “No, this is an investment. I want my future wife to know I can give her nice things.”

"Shut up," you muttered, not trying to keep the sting out of your voice. You weren’t his property. You weren’t someone’s investment.

Rafe only smirked, eyes predatory but amused. You accepted, of course, and you tried them on just minutes later. You’d never owned anything so … sparkly. They were the opposite of modest, the opposite of the world you were so close to entering again. 

There was no amusement in the look Rafe Cameron was giving you now, his black suit molding perfectly to his tall, muscular frame. “And here she is,” Rafe announced, a smile on his lips with absolutely know joy behind it, “The beautiful bride!” 

“Rafe …” You steadied your breathing as much as possible, “What are you doing?”

You couldn’t help but notice his hair—buzzed short, a sharp contrast to the way he used to wear it. It gave him a more rugged and dangerous look, one that matched the quiet menace he often carried in his demeanor.

“What does it look like? I came to congratulate you two.” 

“Put the gun away,” You stepped closer, arms wrapping around yourself, wanting to conceal your vulnerable form from the men in the room, “He didn’t do anything. You know he didn’t. I’m the one who–”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I did consider him a good friend of mine, you know? S’pose to look after my girl while I did my time. Guess you thought I was giving you permission to fuck her,” The barrel of the gun pressed harder into Topper’s temple and you cringed. His icy blue eyes pinned you in place as he scanned over you. You wanted to scream, to throw yourself at Rafe and tear the gun from his hand, but something in you knew that it wasn’t that simple. It never had been with Rafe.

“No, you don’t get to do this,” You declared, raising your voice as much as your body would let you, “You went away. I ended things. You don’t get to tear everything down just because you can’t let go.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched and you could see the nerve you’d struck written all over his face, “She’s not your girl anymore,” Topper spoke through gritted teeth, “You can’t–”

Rafe’s eyes flashed with a fury that turned his features hard and before you could take another breath, he moved with lightning speed, raising the gun in his hand. The crack of metal meeting flesh filled the room as Rafe pistol-whipped Topper across the face, sending him crumbling to the floor.

“Fuck!” You cursed, tears stinging your eyes. You fought the urge to keel over and release the contents of your stomach at the sight of the blood gushing from Topper’s face. A blind rage came over you as you started to struggle to breathe. 

“Neither of you get to tell me what the fuck to do,” Rafe’s eyes bore into you. 

You moved closer, wanting to check and at least make sure your husband was still breathing. Before you knew it, Rafe’s gun was pointing at you. 

“No, leave him. You. Sit,” He gestured the gun towards the leather couch. 

You hesitated and Rafe easily pointed the gun back at Topper. A threat. Shakily, you stepped away from Topper’s figure, and sat down on the living room couch. You tried to steady yourself, stop yourself from vibrating with anger, to calm your nerves so you could think rationally. 

Across the room, Rafe did the same, though his movements were more restless, more frantic. He paced back and forth, his boots thudding softly against the carpet. The gun never left his hand, his fingers curling tighter around it as he muttered under his breath, words too quiet to make out.

It was a scene you had witnessed before. Rafe trying to calm down after doing something reckless. Something violent. You wanted nice things, sure. But not like this. Not at the cost of your peace, your sanity. And certainly not at the cost of your safety.

The realization hit you then. The crazy that came with Rafe Cameron? You had never wanted it, not really. 

“What do you want from us?” You asked, lips trembling. 

“Nothing from him,” Rafe decided quickly, “From you. There is no limit to all that I want from you, Y/N.”

You breathed deeply, “What do you want me to say? You want me to lie to you, Rafe?”

Rafe nodded his head as he thought about your words, “I want that ring off your finger …” He trailed off, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

You look down at your left hand as it sat on your lap. You quickly covered your left hand with your right, “Take if off,” He continued and when you didn’t budge, he added, “I’m not asking. Do it or-”

Angrily, you kept your eyes on him. You pulled off your engagement ring and wedding band, tossing the two at his feet. 

“Good,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze narrowing, though he still smirked. "You’ll regret that."

He leaned down to take the rings into his hand, “Hmm, you always told me you wanted a pear shape. I know you didn’t change your mind that quickly. Let me guess …you mentioned it but he never remembered. And you were just so grateful that he even got down on one knee for you.” 

Rafe’s words stung, his mockery of your past with Topper hitting harder than you expected. 

“I love it. You know all I really care about is a big diamond, Rafe,” You spoke through a painful smile.

“I know I’m not the only man in the world with money,” Rafe said, his voice tight with controlled anger. “But what you don’t understand is, he wouldn’t have anything without me. That new real estate venture of his? The one he’s so proud of now? It started with me. And what does he do? He swoops in, steals my girl, and then steals five million dollars from me. That’s what all of this is about, sweet girl. I’m here to collect what’s owed to me.”

His words hit like a slap, each sentence dripping with resentment and possessiveness. The revelation about the money, about the real reason for everything that had led to this moment, twisted in your stomach like a blade. 

“He didn’t steal me,” You countered bitterly, “I was never going to be yours. You’re a criminal.”

There was a dangerous intensity in Rafe’s eyes. Your arms crossed now out of defiance. Rafe nodded, smiling, “You’re right about one of those things. Wrong about you never being mine. But you’re right about me being a criminal.” 

Rafe crossed the room and your heart leapt from your chest as your leapt from your seat. Rafe Cameron introduced you to a violence you’d never known, and in less than a second, completely broke your heart. Topper, already passed out and crumpled on the floor, didn’t stand a chance. Standing over his body, gun angled to the ground, Rafe shot your husband in the head. 

Another second later, he was handing your rings over to one of his henchman standing nearby, “Go ahead and bury these with him.” 

Your knees buckled at the sight …the parts of his brain that were scattered all over the carpet. our hand trembled as you reached for him, but the second you touched his skin, the realization that he was gone set in.

You heard Rafe’s voice, his focus was elsewhere. You thought you might’ve heard his laugh. The sound was the last thing you heard before everything went still.

Ropes bit into your wrists. You tried to pull yourself up, the softness of the mattress making you sink further, and then you felt a strong hand on your waist holding you in place. Turning your head rapidly, you saw both your wrists tied to the opposite ends of the wooden bed. Looking down, not only did you see your lingerie still in place, but Rafe Cameron was kneeling between your legs. 

He’d remove his clothes except for his slacks though you could see his belt was loosened. You pressed your head back into the mattress, pulling at your restraints, “This is low, even for you,” You breathed out.

“Low? You’re being dramatic.”

“You killed my husband,” you whispered, the weight of the truth settling like a stone in your stomach. Slowly, he crawled on top of your, shirtless and even more sculpted than you remembered. His frame, lean and muscular bathed in the warm glow of the room's lighting. His chest was broad and defined with every line of his torso sharp. Your eyes found his shoulders, broad and powerful, tapering down to a narrow waist. Prison had not only hardened his frown lines, it had hardened every part of him. 

Rafe’s eyes flickered as he looked down at you, a brief flash of something—guilt, maybe? That look was gone quickly, replaced with something colder, harder. 

Unable to hide the panic in your voice now, you continued, “Rafe …don’t … please-” 

He searched your face, “Please?” He raised an eyebrow, “My spoiled brat remembers her manners?”

“I hate you,” You tried to blink away the tears that were forming in your eyes. Rafe caressed your face, thumb dragging over your cheeks, “God, I fucking hate you.”

His hand moved to your neck, his grip tightening there, “You didn’t give a shit about him. I know you. You were settling.”

“You don’t–”

“You forget,” He squeezed tighter, "Stop pretending I don’t know you. I see right through the act. I know what excites you, what gets your heart racing. That ring? It was never what you wanted. This whole life you’ve been pretending to want. You play innocent in front of everyone-”

“Get off me–”

He squeezed harder, his grip forcing your breath to catch in your throat. Your eyes widened in panic, but his gaze never wavered. “You want the private jets, the black card, the shopping sprees that never end, the villas in Italy, the lifestyle that makes everyone look twice when you walk into a room. You want to be the center of attention, the prettiest thing in every room. You want to be seen—on someone’s arm, my fucking arm. You crave the power that comes with being with a man like me.”

“A man who can kill and get away with it. Who has the power to have someone else do all his dirty work,” His voice had grown sensual, and his dark words caressed your ear now. You weren’t breathing right but your chest did not heave up and down, you remained in the trance that his words put you in, “What would I feel if I put my hands between your legs right now?” 

“Rafe…” You whispered.

“What baby?” He purred. 

“You’re a narcissist,” To your shock, he smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips. And in that moment, you knew: you’d already lost.

Rafe attacked the side of your face with his mouth, leaving kisses along your jawline, before he forced his lips on yours. He tasted the same, you realized that quickly, and you were transported to a time in your life that you’d been trying to suppress the last two years. You struggled beneath him as he pressed his lower half into your, pinning you fully. 

The restraints were the cherry on top of your misery. Rafe could hold you down with no problem and yet he wanted to remind you that you were being punished. 

“You don’t have to worry about me going away again,” He whispered through warm kisses against your skin, “I’m running a tighter operation, okay?”

Your attempts to turn your face away were futile, as your bare neck became his next target. You already felt betrayed by your body. Your body remembered Rafe, and certainly remembered your weakest spot. You pulled at your restraints, stifling the moan that was threatening to leave your lips. 

“No,” you bit out, yanking at your restraints as if sheer willpower could set you free.

But Rafe only pressed more of his weight against you, pinning you further beneath him. “No?” he echoed mockingly, “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Not until you come for me. A few times, at least,” he murmured, his lips grazing your ear. “Gotta make up for lost time, don’t we?”

You wanted to scream at him, to spit out how impossible his demand was, how utterly absurd it was to think you could find any pleasure with the man who had done something so unforgivable, so monstrous to someone you cared for.

But the words caught in your throat, strangled by the heat coursing through you. His mouth trailed lower, and your resolve wavered. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his tone dripping with smug confidence, “don’t fight it. You know I always get what I want, baby.”

You searched your brain for the right words. “Rafe Cameron. Don’t. I won’t forgive you if you do this!” 

“I don’t need your forgiveness, baby,” He kissed the skin between your breasts, your plunging neckline leaving you vulnerable, “You’re scared you’re going to like it. That I’m right. C’mon, let Daddy take care of you.”

Rafe’s body moved lower and your panic continued. Strong, thick arms, kept your thighs pinned as Rafe teasing kisses on the outside of your thighs. If your thighs were pressed together, you had no doubt you’d feel a stickiness between them. Your body was ready even if your mind wasn’t. 

When he lifted your thin nightgown and pulled your panties to the side, you tilted your head back in defeat. Now, the battle was in not completely losing your mind. Feeling his warm breath against your most sensitive organ made you realize you’d lose that battle too and quickly. His initial movements were a clear attempt to savor you. Slowly, so painfully slow. 

The intimacy was something you weren’t prepared for. The way Rafe Cameron moved his mouth against you was extremely personal. His touch went from light and slow, gradually building up to something that was sharp and intentional. Something that didn’t change, something often left out of yours and Topper’s sex life, was a steady rhythm. 

Unfortunately, you’d been so busy with the wedding, even your wedding night was too chaotic to consummate the marriage. You hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks. 

Your first orgasm came so quickly that you hadn’t realized it was happening until your body started to convulse and a yelp was on your tongue, “Fuck, fuck, fuck” You cursed. You refused to look down at him but you couldn’t bear to look at his wicked grin. His tongue trailed down to your entrance momentarily but soon he was relentlessly attacking your sore bud again. Rafe was consuming you, “Rafe, please …okay, okay, I came. You can stop now!”

“Why would I stop, baby, when I’m giving you everything you deserve?”

He responded to every reaction. Every attempt to pull away, he kept you steady. You struggled as much as you could and let out frustrated screams. Every attempt to pull away, he kept you steady. He pulled you closer to his mouth, using your hips as an anchor. When you inevitably felt you had nothing left to give him, he forced it out of you. 

He talked to you, coaxing you through the orgasms you were struggling to give him.

“When I’m done with you, I’ll take you home, buy you every little thing you’ve ever wanted.”

Warm and wet, that’s all your body could focus on. You were embarrassingly wet. Your entire body was warm. Your toes curled and you breathed so heavily that you thought you were having a panic attack. You were a sweaty, shaking, cursing mess by the time he finally let you go. 

After Rafe, gently undid your restraints, the coaxing continued. “Daddy’s gonna make sure you’re taken care of. Spa days. Vacations. Real ones. Anything for my girl.”

The silent treatment had never been your style. You were outspoken to a fault, the kind of person who always had something to say, even when you shouldn't. But now, the words were stuck in your throat. You curled your body away from him, your knees pulled to your chest, still trembling from the aftershocks of his touch.

The weight of the last 24 hours pressed down on you. You tried to rationalize, to convince yourself you hadn’t done anything wrong. You hadn’t pulled the trigger. But none of that mattered now. Someone was dead, and the blood felt like it was on your hands, too.

You turned your face into the pillow, desperate to block out the sight of Rafe sitting on the edge of the bed, calm and composed as if nothing had happened. Rafe Cameron didn’t earn his money honestly; you’d always known that. But the full extent of his power, the lengths to which his influence stretched, were incomprehensible. He had people who would bury bodies for him, without question, without hesitation. Who was he now? What had he become in the years since you’d last truly known him?

Your mind wandered to the kind of money he must have. Enough to make men loyal to him beyond reason. Enough to buy silence, loyalty, and the kind of life most people couldn’t even dream of. Maybe he was serious about the private jet and villas in Italy. 

You felt it in the hand he placed on your upper thigh. Power. 

 “Gonna run you a bath, baby.”

As soon as he was out of your sight, you pulled yourself up from the bed. Your eyes locked in on your bruised wrist and then lingered on your empty ring finger. Throwing weak and wobbly legs over the side of the bed, you made a dash for the bedroom doors. 

Maybe you could make it. Do the right thing. Get help-

But as you pushed open the door, the sight of a man standing just outside stopped you cold. He was armed, his posture too relaxed for someone holding that kind of power in his hands. He didn’t say a word, didn’t need to. His presence alone was the warning: Don’t even think about it.

You heard stomping, heavy footsteps of a brute you use to love, before arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Heavy wood doors slammed and made your heart jump. 

“Running, huh?” Rafe growled in your ear, “After I’ve been so sweet to you?”

You struggled to the point that Rafe had to tackle you to the floor. You thought about Topper. You thought about the man outside the door listening to everything happening in this room. You thought about how gentle Rafe had been with you in comparison to now. You made a mistake. Running was a mistake. 

“Hey!” Rafe’s voice snapped you from your panic and you stared up at him with wide eyes, “You’re okay. These guys are here to protect you. That’s it. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

His words clashed with everything you’d seen, everything you felt. Protect you? From what? From who? The only danger in this room was him.

Rafe released one of your wrists to brush your hair from your face, the gesture at odds with the raw power still holding you down. “I’m not mad, baby,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “But don’t make me chase you again. Don’t wanna hurt you. Now, you up for that bath?”

There was no choice in the matter, you simply just gritted your teeth. You feared the second option would be to be tied up again. 

To your dismay, you undressed from your thin layer of clothing, and stepped into the bath. The warmth was a reminder of this entire home’s original purpose. Rafe seemed to have no shame about completely destroying your honeymoon. Your body was stiff and you didn’t meet his eyes as he kneeled by the tub, running his fingers through the water, before he caressed your arm, “See, not so bad,” Rafe said, “I missed you, Y/N.”

“I’m sure you missed a lot of things in jail,” Pulling your knees up cover your chest, you kept your eyes focused on the bubbles in the water. 

“I think I missed your smart mouth most of all,” You jumped at the sound of him slapping his hand against the porcelain of the tub. He rose from his kneeling position and turned in the direction of the room, “Finish up. I got you some stuff. Want you to see it.” 

You exhaled shakily, your heart pounding in your chest. The warmth of the bath felt suffocating now, the scent of lavender and vanilla in the air. You sank lower into the water, trying to collect your thoughts. 

You hated him. Hated the way he controlled you, the way he twisted every situation to suit his needs. But deep down, buried beneath the fear and anger, was the part of you that had always craved the kind of life only someone like Rafe could provide. And it scared you to realize that even now, when you should want nothing more than to escape, some small, selfish part of you still wanted to see what he had waiting for you.

Taking your time, you scrubbed away the scent of Rafe, although you still couldn’t shake that feeling of his mouth on you. You felt as if you had completely come undone. A part of you feared that he might have ruined you with how relentless he’d been. 

Taking back some of your modesty, you dressed in sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. He was waiting for you, immediately crossing the room, as you opened the bathroom door. Placing a gentle hand on your back, he ushered you forward, “Been thinking about this the whole time I was gone.”

On the bed was a collection of boxes, neatly arranged like a display in a high-end boutique. Your breath hitched as your eyes scanned over them. Velvet jewelry cases, designer shopping bags, and a shoebox with the logo of a luxury brand you’d only ever admired from afar. 

You turned your head to look up at him. You attempted to convey something serious, a warning, a please stop and yet you were sure you could only display uncertainty in that moment. “Don’t be shy, baby. These are for you.”

Your feet carried you forward reluctantly, your mind warring with itself. You didn’t want to feed into his delusions that he could buy your affection. But the truth was, a part of you wanted to see.

He reached for a small box first, flipping it open to reveal a ring. The diamond was massive, glittering under the light in a pear shape that was both elegant and extravagant, “I know it’s not the ring you got but it’s the one you deserve.” 

“Rafe,” you exhaled, his name slipping from your lips with a softness that startled even you. The sound was far more intimate than you intended, like an instinct you couldn’t control

Like a magnet, your hand moved towards the box. Before you could reach it, Rafe flashed you a smirk, before he took the ring of the box and gestured for your hand. Your fingers trembled. He slid the ring onto your finger with deliberate care, his touch lingering just long enough to make your pulse race.

Your lips parted in awe as you marveled down at the at least. “Oh my god, it’s perfect.”

“Told you,” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “Nothing but the best for you, baby.”

It was so beautiful, so perfect, it almost made you forget the ugliness of how it had ended up on your hand.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, barely recognizing your own voice. Whether the gratitude was genuine or forced, you couldn’t even tell anymore.

Rafe tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were trying to read the thoughts behind your expression. “You deserve it,” he said softly, “You deserve everything.”

You weren’t sure if he was right but he was offering something you knew no one else could. And it scared you how much you wanted it.

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[rafe-cameron]

i think jj and john b’s relationship is not looked at enough

[rafeandonlyrafe]

demonstration

words: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating

“maybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.” you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, you’re not sure how much longer this can go on.

“you can't tell me what i can do to fix it?” topper asks.

“you know i was a virgin before you babe, i really don’t know.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “maybe ask rafe?” “rafe?” topper turns suddenly to look at you. “why him?” “i’ve just… heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i don’t know.” you shrug. “maybe it’s something wrong with me.” “no, don’t say that.” topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.

“you ask your friends and i’ll ask mine.” you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time you’re in his bedroom, it’ll go a lot better.

--

“what?” rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.

“ive never… i’ve never made y/n cum before and i just… i need to know what to do rafe! i’m worried she’s gonna leave me if i can’t get it together and i guess- fuck! i don’t know! just help me out man!” topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.

“okay, alright, jesus, just clam down!” rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. he’s not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.

“every time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesn’t cum and she says its okay but i know it’s really not.” topper blurts out.

“alright, well…” rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. he’s never had this type of issue before with girls. “do you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.” “i eat her out sometimes.” topper shrugs. “she says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just don’t know what to do, i just get so excited and… and i’ve never had this problem with girls before, it’s just y/n.”

“to be fair, she’s hotter than any girl you’ve been with before.” rafe comments. it’s no secret, so he doesn’t feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.

“she’s way out of my league, thats why i’m sure if i don’t fix this she’s gonna leave me.” topper sighs.

“maybe a demonstration could help?” rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.

“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”

“no, man.” rafe shakes his head. “what if i’m there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?” “yeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.” topper cringes at his own words.

“i am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.”

--

rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.

“go ahead and spread your legs.” rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.

“can you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.” topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric. 

“yeah.” topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free. 

“so have you ever cum before y/n?” rafe asks.

“yeah, um… with my own fingers.” you cough awkwardly. “and when topper eats me out.”

“its really just when i’m inside of her.” topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.

“why don’t you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, it’ll help.” rafe instructs.

topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.

“is she tight?” rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.

“yeah, that’s why i can never last.” topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.

“does that feel good y/n?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.

“mhm.” you nod, but you don’t feel any urge to moan, needing more. “could add a second, top.” “okay.” topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.

“gotta rub her clit too.” rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldn’t do before he agreed to this.

toppers finger slips easily in once you’ve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much you’re liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. “oh, just like that.” you moan, eyes fluttering closed.

“see if you can add a third.” rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.

“i’ve-i’ve never been able to take more than two.” you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.

“aw, fuck.” you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.

“keep ‘em open, cutie.” rafe says. “gonna cum?”

“yeah, yeah keep going-” you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.

“pull out, top.” rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.

“no, no, no.” you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.

“sometimes if you’re struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.” rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.

“should i fuck her now?” topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldn’t be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.

“yeah, put the condom on though.” rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.

topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.

he’s thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, “slowly, topper. deeper thrusts.”

topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.

“here.” rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one you’re laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. “try now.”

topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.

“on a beat.” rafe says. “gotta fuck her steady, can’t just jackhammer.” “i-i-” topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. “i can’t, was about to cum.” “damn, baby, you must be real tight.” rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.

“try again, top, it’s okay.” you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.

topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.

“gotta rub her clit too, man. remember she’s already close from getting edged.” rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.

“shit!” topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes you’re looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. “shit.” he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.

“it’s okay, top.” you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.

“you’re gonna break up with me now.” toppers voice is sad as he speaks.

“what?” it takes you back, not expecting it.

“you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you? because i can’t make you cum, you’re gonna leave me? god, i’m so pathetic.” “i can’t believe you think i’m that shallow.” you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. “that i would break up with you over sex?” “you wouldn’t?” topper questions.

“you would?” you question back, growing frustrated. “topper, i let you take my virginity, i can’t believe you thought i would do that just… just go.”

“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.

“i’m not breaking up with you yet.” you tell him. “but i need some space, please just go.” 

topper can’t hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.

you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldn’t break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.

“you okay baby?” rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.

“yeah, sorry, i can leave.” you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.

“or you could stay.” rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.

“i-but topper…” “just finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.” “i-i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” --

rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.

“still thinking about topper?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.

“no.” you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. “fuck me, please, rafe.”

rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.

“yeah, i know i’m bigger than him.” rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. “but i opened you up enough, didn’t i? or do i need to make you cum again?”

“n-no.” you shake your head, already so overstimulated. “i want your cock, i need it.” “he always fucks you in missionary?” rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldn’t, proving yet another way he’s superior.

“yeah, we haven’t tried anything else.” you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.

rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, “you-you can fuck me raw. if you want. i’m on birth control.” rafe can’t help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.

“tell me if it hurts or if anything doesn’t feel good.” rafe says. he’s sure it’s toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.

“mkay.” you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.

“gonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. ‘ts why you should be with me instead, baby.” rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.

“oh my god!” you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans out. “you are tight, baby.” your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. “no wonder he cums so quickly.” you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.

“feels really good, rafey.” you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.

“i knew there was nothing wrong with you.” rafe smirks. “already close to cumming, aren’t you?”

despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.

“yeah, thats what i thought.” rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. “nothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.” “please.” you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. you’ve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and he’s close to doubling that.

“cum for me, doll. don’t have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.” rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.

“that’s it, good girl.” rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.

you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal. 

rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.

“you just came on my cock, pretty girl.” rafe says.

“i know, i loved it.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.

“hmm, so two more? three?” rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize he’s still buried inside of you.

“wait, wha-” your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didn’t just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.

“you think i’d be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?” rafe tsks and shakes his head. “we aren’t even close to done.”

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[snootchie-bootchies]

Listen I just need a whole series of JJ and Topper going back and forth with each other because their little exchange after they get chased down by the cops? Poetic

[jojo0039]

*Pogue for Life* Happy Anniversary Part 3

Once she showers and changes her clothes she walks back downstairs to find Rafe.

She finds him standing by himself drinking.

"Are you alright?" she asks him as she rubs her hand down his back.

"Yea, baby, I'm fine. Just something Barry said. We can talk about it later." he tells her.

"Are you sure? I can stay here if you need me to." she tells him.

He shakes his head.

"No. Go talk to your dad. I'll be okay." he says to her.

He grabs her face and leans down and kisses her on the lips.

"I love you." he speaks against her lips.

"I love you too." she responds.

She quickly rushes out of the house and goes to the range rover.

She gets in the car and drives over to the Wreck, where the party is.

She walks inside and hears a band playing out back.

People are outside mingling.

She spots Sarah and Kie talking at a table.

"Have you guys seen my dad anywhere?" she asks them.

They turn to face her.

"No, but I was just telling Kie I just saw mine." Sarah tells her.

Jo's eyes widen.

"Oh shit. How did that go?" Jo asks.

"All I'm saying is, the second I see him I'm turning him in I swear." Kie scoffs.

"I don't blame you one bit." Sarah mumbles.

"I don't know how you do it. I can barely stand to look at mine right now." Jo says.

"Every time I wanna complain about my dad, I just think about your dad." Kie tells her.

"Oh, glad to be of service." Sarah comments in amusement.

Jo finally spots her dad, who is standing with Topper and his mother.

Sarah notices Topper who is staring at her.

"You guys didn't tell me Topper was gonna be here." Sarah accuses her friends.

"I haven't been home or talked to anyone so I had no idea." Jo tells her.

"Sorry. My mom invited like the whole island." Kie says.

"Shit." Sarah breathes out.

"I have to have a bad conversation with my dad right now. Wish me luck." Jo tells them as she walks away from the girls.

She walks over to her dad who is in conversation with his wife and Topper.

"Dad, I'm sorry to interrupt but I have to talk to you. It's important." she tells him.

"Alright, let's go over here."

He grabs her arm and leads her over to a secluded spot.

"What's so urgent that you have to talk to me now?" Buzz asks.

Jo shakes her head.

"I don't even know how to start this. So I'm just gonna say this. I know about the boat you had Barry clean and get rid of." she states.

His eyes widen.

"How the hell do you know about that?" he questions.

"How do you think? It's Barry for crying out loud. He can't keep his mouth shut." she tells him.

"I paid him plenty to keep his mouth shut." Buzz retorts.

Jo shakes her head.

"You treat me like a little girl and you don't trust me with these things. You didn't have to go to Barry, dad that's the point!" she raises her voice slightly.

"Okay so you know. What are you getting at with this? Did Barry come to you and demand something?" Buzz questions.

Jo scoffs and shakes her head.

"He's not the one planning on blackmailing you, dad. I am." she tells him.

Buzz narrows his eyes at her.

"Jo-"

She cuts him off.

"I am not leaving Outer Banks. I am staying with my friends and I am staying at Tannyhill.with Rafe."

She struggles to get the words out.

"I love you, but I'm not going. If you force me to go, Rafe and Barry have your fingerprints on the boat and they will use it against you." she tells him.

Her face and voice are clear of all emotion.

Buzz gives her a disappointed look.

"I don't even know who you are anymore Joanna. You wanna know why I wanted you out of here? This right here is the reason. The old Joanna would never think about using something like this against me."

He steps closer to her.

"Do what you want, because I'm done. You made your bed. Now you have to lie in it."

Buzz walks away from her and leaves her standing there with tears in her eyes.

Jo finds a glass of wine on a table and she grabs it and chugs it.

She listens as Mike gets on the stage and makes a little speech about being one island brought together.

It brings tears to her eyes.

She looks up and spots JJ who is watching her.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a little gasp.

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Jo walks over to where JJ is standing.

He is by the boat and away from the party.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" he instantly asks her.

He wipes a tear off of her cheek.

"I'm not crying. I just have something in my eye." she brushes off.

JJ stands there awkwardly thinking of what to say.

"I just saw John B. What are you guys doing here?" Jo asks him.

He stares at her with longing in his eyes.

"Okay, so we're here to gather you girls and we gotta find Pope and Cleo. Were mounting a full search and rescue mission right now. Big John got nabbed by Singh and his men. He almost killed John B." JJ informs her.

Jo makes a face of confusion.

"What? What do you mean he's been nabbed? What the hell happened?" Jo questions.

"Listen, we all have to get down there as soon as we can." JJ tells her.

"To where?" Jo asks.

"To South America." JJ informs her.

"To South America? Like right now?" Jo gives him a dumbfounded look.

"I know it's a long shot, but we're making a plan right now." he tells her.

"I can't just up and go to South America!" she argues.

"Why not? Is it because of your precious Kook? Come on let's be real, you can do a lot better than that." JJ insults.

Jo shakes her head.

"It's not about Rafe, alright? You just can't come here and spring this on me after not talking to me for days." she argues.

"What do you expect me to say? You chose the easier option and stayed with Rafe. I don't think we have anything else to talk about." he tells her.

"That's bullshit and you know it. I already feel bad enough for what happened. You don't need to make me feel any worse. And no we still have plenty to talk about. Like I miss you dude." she tells him.

JJ looks at her with a guarded look.

"I feel like a piece of me is missing and that piece is you. I can't stand not having you around." She starts to cry.

His face softens slightly.

"I know that I hurt you and I'm sorry for that. I wish I can take it back. But I can't and I'm sorry for that."

She watches JJ's face and sees him battling a range of emotions on his face.

"So is that a no to coming with us then?"

His face and voice are clear of all emotions.

"JJ-"

"That's all I needed to know."

He turns to walk away from her.

"Jay! I love you!" She shouts to him.

He stops and shuts his eyes.

"Please, don't say that shit to me." he begs.

"Quit acting like you don't care. You know what quit acting like I don't care! We have been through so much shit. I don't want things to be this way." she tells him.

He storms back over to her.

"You were right not to choose me. We just don't work, okay? You should realize that. I'm gonna go help my best friend save his father. Maybe I'll see you at the break when I get back. If I get back."

JJ turns and walks away from her.

She has tears falling down her face.

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Jo is wandering around the party.

She is avoiding her dad who is completely mad at her.

Her phone vibrates in her hand.

She looks and sees she has a text from Rafe.

He asks her when she plans on coming home and that he misses her.

She gets butterflies at the mention of Tannyhill being called home.

She messages him back and says that she wont be too much longer she's gonna say her goodbyes.

She puts her phone in her back pocket and looks up as John B storms past her.

"John B? What are you doing?" she questions.

She looks and sees he's making a beeline for Sarah and Topper who are hugging.

"Shit." she mumbles.

She follows behind him as he knocks into a waiter knocking down glasses.

Sarah tries to stop him.

"Not right here, bro." Topper argues.

Sarah tries to push him back.

"Please don't."

"Get out of my way Sarah." John B pushes her aside.

Jo puts herself in the middle.

"John B think about this." Jo tells him.

"Get out of the way Jo."

John B pushes around Jo and slams into Topper.

"Do you feel good about yourself?" he yells at Topper.

"Stop!" Sarah yells.

They catch the attention of the party.

"You need to chill out, bro."

Jo stands by Topper and pulls him back.

"Just walk away Topper please."

John B pushes Jo away.

"You like messing up my relationship huh?" he pushes Topper.

"You're ruining the party man."

Topper refuses to fight back.

"That's what you're worried about?" John B continues to argue.

"Just walk away." Topper continues to say.

"Do you feel good about yourself?" John B pushes Topper again.

Sarah grabs John B and pulls him around to face her.

"For once in your life, would you please just turn around and walk away?" she pleads with him.

Jo can tell that John B is gonna listen to her.

She looks up and locks eyes with JJ who is watching from the dock.

"Hey, no hard feelings, bro." Topper cockily smirks.

Jo turns to glare at him.

"Can you just shut up?" she lectures.

John B turns around and sucker punches Topper hard knocking him to the ground.

"John B!"

"John B stop!"

Topper is laying on the ground and John B gets on top of him.

"You like that Top?" John B continues to punch him.

The whole party watches.

"John B stop!"

"What are you doing? No!"

John B continues to punch Topper.

"John B! Mr. Carrera!"

JJ pushes through the crowd to get to John B.

Mike pulls John B off of Topper.

"Get out of here now!" Mike yells.

"Get off of him!"

JJ pushes Mike away from John B and pushes John B back.

"That's what I'm talking about! Get out of here both of you!"

JJ pushes John B back and away from the party.

Jo watches as her dad bends down to check over Topper's wounds.

Jo locks eyes with JJ one more time before he shakes his head and walks away.

As Jo watches her two best friends walk away she feel a piece of her crumbling and falling apart.

She has a feeling that the Pogues are all falling apart.