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games and other fun — rafe cameron x reader

HAPPY NYE FUCKERS HERES A TOXIC MAN THAT SHOULD DEFINITELY BE LEFT IN 2024 BUT NOT ON THIS BLOG HAHA

this is the hottest rafe scene and if you disagree i think ur silly

as always, warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, slapping, dom!rafe, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please for the love of god wrap it), talk of drugs

anyways… here’s games and other fun:

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the summer you got hot was coincidentally the same summer you moved to the outerbanks.

the climate was hotter than back hot, but… so were the men.

you and your friends had moved for the new adventure, and thankfully you had found a job in your field pretty quickly. while your friends looked for jobs in their field, they acquired jobs at some of the restaurants, bars, and catering gigs in town.

that was how your best friend met topper.

when she first told you the story, the blush on her cheeks had never been brighter. him and his buddies had been out that night — at the bar she worked at. almost immediately, topper started flirting with her. she claims she played it cool, but from her giggling you can tell that she was excited to talk to him as he was to talk to her. you were so, so happy for her.

…until she mentioned how he had a friend.

“absolutely not,” you stated, shaking your head,

“why not?!” she demanded. “the friend said you were cute!”

you raised an eyebrow at her. “you showed him my picture?”

she nodded. “he was cute! i swear!”

you sighed. “what’s his name?”

“kelce.” a mischievous smile began to play at her lips. “him and topper want to meet us at a party their other friend is throwing this weekend.”

“did you meet that friend?” you asked. “do you think he’d be cool with us coming?”

she dismissed you with a playful wave of her hand. “rafe’s a kook. they wouldn’t be kooks if they didn’t show off their wealth to the whole island.”

you laughed. “okay, fine — i’ll go, but who the fuck names their kid rafe?”

only the richest man on the entire fucking island did, apparently.

you were excited to meet kelce, but you couldn’t help but be curious as to who exactly rafe cameron was. your friend didn’t meet him, neither of you looked him up, but then again — there was a double date to prepare for.

your best friend had gotten ready together after the work day. bikins under levi cutoff shorts, crop tops, and sandals were sported, but the main event was how somehow you both mastered the beachy blowout and natural makeup look in this humidity. once you were done, you both caught an uber and headed straight for the cameron residence.

it was fucking massive.

there was no other word.

and, honestly… it was like something out of project x.

strobe lights, music blasting, and loud laughter and screams. your best friend was more of the partier, so she didn’t look too phased — but you? you were fucking bright-eyed. you hadn’t experienced anything like this before, and even if the date didn’t work out… at least there would be other things to occupy you.

once the uber had parked in front, you spotted a man waiting on the front stoop with his phone in his hands. your friend typed a quick text, hit sent, and through the window you watch the man on the front stoop smile.

place your bets now, you thought. that’s definitely topper.

and that he was.

when you both had met him on the front stoop, he engulfed your friend in a cute hug. afterwards, he extended a smile and his hand to you, and you shook his hand appreciatively.

a man that knew boundaries and manners… fuck yes, bestie.

he led you both inside and you had to stop your jaw from dropping. the party looked crazy from the outside, but nothing could compare to the absolute mayhem that was occurring inside. pong, lines being cut on a few tables, people jumping into the pool from the roof… you name it.

“this is awesome,” you spoke absentmindedly to no one in particular.

“i know,” topped laughed. “kelce’s around here somewhere... drinks?”

he led you both to the kitchen. if you were being honest, you knew that topper and your friend would hit it off pretty quickly and you didn’t want to cock-block them. you were hoping that kelce would find his way to you so you both could have your own fun, and leave your friends to their own devices.

…that was until topper started trying to call kelce over. topper, a bit drunk at this point, didn’t really get the memo from his friend that was turned around, basically back into the corner… that kelce did not want to be disturbed. in fact, when kelce finally got the message, he ripped away from whatever had caught his attention, and turned towards topper’s voice angrily. when he turned away… there was a petite woman pushed into the corner. she seemed very pissed off that kelce had broken their kiss.

who could blame her? he was hot.

no one could blame you for being a little upset, but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

topper was at a loss for words. you almost felt bad.

letting the liquor provide comic relief, you spoke, “she’s hot. can’t blame him.”

topper laughed and then stuttered, trying to find the words to fight the embarrassment of the situation. even drunk, his manners were impeccable. his and your friend’s eyes revealed a mixture of guilty and sympathy, and you couldn’t deal with how uncomfortable it made you feel. your first instinct was to pretend it didn’t bother you… and if other people ignored your pain, you could too. it gnawed at you in the back of your throat — a rock lodged in your esophagus. your voice was tight, your cheeks were hot, and frustrated and embarrassed tears were pickling at your eyes.

“guys, don’t worry about it,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “top, where’s the bathroom?”

maybe you couldn’t save yourself from embarrassment, but you could save them from secondhand embarrassment. once he directed you, you gave them both a smile and set off.

if you were being honest… it did hurt that had happened. it was fucking embarrassing. nothing horrible, but combined with having drank in a while, and you were already tipsy? you were feeling emotional, and that wasn’t a good luck. you needed a few minutes in the bathroom to cool off.

you texted your friend that you were going to find the pool after and that she shouldn’t wait up for you — you wanted her to have fun with topper.

you were barely in the bathroom for a few minutes when you heard banging on the door.

“hurry up!” a gruff voice from the other side of the door called.

you shut the water off and brushed away the loose tear. your eyes were red, and your face was a bit puffy, but you figured you’d be fine. you’d probably never see the guy on the other side of the door anyway.

as you opened the door, he went to bang on it again. with his weight forward, he accidentally stumbled into the bathroom while you were still in it.

“sorry, dude, uh —“ he rasped, standing before you and staring awkwardly down at you.

“you’re good…” you spoke, before trying to brush past him.

he caught your upper arm.

“woah, dude,” you laughed hesitantly, trying to step away from him. “i’m leaving, don’t worry.”

“sorry —“ he let go of your arm, still peering down at you. “you’re crying.”

“what? no,” you faked a laugh. “heat got to me s’all. needed some air.”

he eyed you. “never seen you before. not from around here?”

“no,” you shook your head. “my friend and i were invited.”

“by who?” he asked, raising a brow.

you took a step back, not particularly enjoying the third degree in a small space. “this guy she likes… topper.”

his eyes widened, almost in realization. “yeah, yeah… he told me about that. said there was another girl… for kelce.”

you laughed, but with a slight scoff in your voice. “he’s a bit… preoccupied at the moment. with someone else. i was going to go play pong after i… saw.”

“knew he had a pretty girl coming, and did that? guy’s a dick.”

you laughed, and shook your head — brushing off his comment. “‘m sure he’s fine. i don’t know who his friends are — not really in the mood to talk shit about someone i don’t know.”

“sweetheart, he’s one of my best friends — guy’s a dick.”

a smile played at your lips as you raised an eyebrow at the man. “and who are you?”

“the owner of this house,” he replied. “i’m rafe.”

you smiled, and introduced yourself as well. “i’ll, um — leave you to it, then. see you around.”

you turned to leave, when you heard him say your name. while peering down at you, he spoke, “nah… let’s mess with him.”

you shouldn’t have been excited… but you couldn’t deny that you were.

rafe led you back into the kitchen and you smiled at your friend. topper turned to look at you, and his eyes immediately perked up when he saw rafe walking directly behind you.

you greeted them both, but barely before rafe had picked you up by the hips and placed you on the counter next to your friend. you bit back a squeal at the motion, but rafe had leaned against your side as he cracked a beer.

topper turned to you. “i don’t know how you found him, or how you got him out of the woodwork… but the man barely comes to his own parties. nice job.”

you laughed, and let topper and your friend continue their fun.

“so…” you began, turning to rafe. “if you don’t come to your own parties, how do you have fun at things like this?”

a smirk played at the corner of his lips. “they’ve been kind of boring for me, lately, i don’t know… i’m usually in the corner somewhere, smoking.”

sarcastically, with a grin, you asked, “are you telling me i can’t convince you to be my pong partner?”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you could convince me to do a shot with you.”

mischief danced in your eyes. rafe was quick to notice, and the look in his eyes matched yours.

he immediately went for glasses and liquor.

“and you got him to lay off the snow?” asked topper, mouth wide. he looked back to your best friend, grinning. “you’re both coming to the next one.”

rafe poured four shots and handed them off to topper and your best friend. they smiled and laughed to themselves before linking arms, and taking their shots.

“i like to take mine a different way,” rafe rasped, eyes peering down at your lips. “especially since my boy kelce has been staring us down since i put you on this counter.”

a smirk was beginning to form on your lips. in a sultry voice, you asked, “are you suggesting we give your friend a show, rafe?”

you stared into his piercing eyes before he spoke. his lips were parted, and he almost looked hungry. the heat was getting to the both of you making a shiny sheen of sweat glow because of the strobe lights. his eyes were focused on you, and really on you. it threw you off how rafe could have so many things going on around him, barely knowing you — and you were the apple of his eye. the next words rolled off his tongue like sugar, “that’s exactly what i’m suggesting, sweetheart.”

your teeth sank into your bottom lip as a blush rose across your cheeks. with a boldness you were a stranger to, you lifted your shirt above your head to reveal your string black bikini that barely hid your chest.

you figured rafe was lying about kelce — but that was until you saw him and the girl separate, and were now closer to where you and rafe stood. kelce had thrown a few glances your way every now and then, but now? now he was blatantly ignoring the girl next to him as he stared at your rack and rafe.

you threw back your shot, bending your chest towards rafe. you looked back to him with a smile on your face, and plucked his shot from his hands. holding your beasts together and placing the glass in your cleavage, you threw him a wink. rafe’s gaze darkened — and you knew you were in for it.

rafe rested a hand on your waist before he dipped his head lower. his lips wrapped around the circumference of the glass, and threw his head back with ease. your eyes drifted downwards to his broad shoulders, the thickness of his neck, and the muscles in his arms….

oh… you were in for it, alright.

before you knew it, rafe placed his glass down and connected his lips with yours. a whine of surprise rose and died in your throat after rafe placed both of his large hands on the warm skin of your waist. you held rafe’s strong jaw in both of your hands as you kissed him back, letting your tongue dance at his bottom lip.

“you’ve been too sweet to me tonight,” you whispered against his lips. “when are you going to let me be sweet to you?”

“fuck…” he rasped, stealing another kiss. “as soon as i know kelce knows what he missed out on.”

you laughed. “he’s been staring, rafe, come on…”

rafe had wrapped his arms under your ass and hoisted you against his chest. your hair cascaded down around you both, shielding the rest of the party goers for how your lips couldn’t leave his.

“if my dick wasn’t so hard right now — i’d shove it in his face more,” rafe spat. “teach that prick a lesson about how he should treat a beautiful woman.”

you giggled against his lips. “another time — please, rafe. i need you.”

a deep growl went off in his chest, and he let you swallow it whole. rafe kissed you once more before he swung you over his shoulder, one hand firmly planted on your ass to keep you steady, and began walking towards the upstairs.

laughing, you raised your heard to wave goodbye to topper and your best friend — who were laughing and happy for you as they waved back.

with each step towards an empty room, you giggled at rafe as he was cursing at people who got in his way. he kicked a couple of people out of the room before he let you fall onto your back on the bed. your giggles died within you as he began to crawl over you.

“what if i wanted to ride you, baby?” you whispered, running a thumb along his cheek as you bit your lip.

he kissed the inside of your hand as his eyes never left yours. “no, sweetheart — never had such a sexy woman below me. i’m taking my fuckin’ time.”

“taking your time?” you asked. “you’re the host of the party.”

“fuck ‘em,” he spat, capturing your lips once more.

rafe’s movements were much more dominant than in the kitchen. the privacy of the four walls and closed door allowed him to cage your body in and wedge the front of his hips against yours. you hooked your ankles behind his lower back, pulling him into you with a grinding motion. little whimpers left your lips as the friction from your jeans hit your clit in the perfect motion, making you shiver in rafe’s arms.

“want those pants off, daddy,” you rasped. “don’t make me wait.”

“call me that again and i’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart,” he spoke, his hands immediately darting for his belt buckle.

you tore off your and rafe’s pants and rafe made quick work of taking that skimpy bikini off your breasts.

“i almost told you no when you asked to go upstairs,” he spoke, his hands slowly sliding up your stomach. “i wanted to make kelce so fucking jealous…” the palms of rafe’s hands rested on the swell of your breasts, thumbs drawing circles on your nipples. “wanted him to realize that the chick next to him had nothin’ on you… that i was the one to have you… wanted to see the realization in his eyes….” his thumbs and pointer fingers began rolling your sensitive buds in between each other, drawing sharp breaths from between your lips. “but i think you were right, sweetheart. don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”

“yours?” you let the pads of your fingertips slide down the length of his chest and stomach. you kept your eyes locked on his, provoking him. “no man’s ever been able to make me cum before. what makes you think you’re different?”

he raised an eyebrow, darkness covering his irises. he was silent for a moment, studying you. you kept your baiting look on your face, but inside you grew worried.

rafe’s hand held your jaw in his, thumb prodding at your plump bottom lip. “gonna be a brat for me, that it?”

you shouldn’t have — but you did anyway. “and what’re you gonna do about it?”

an evil smile crept up on rafe’s perfect face. he let go of your chin and got off of you. you were curious as to what his goal was, but that was until he got himself between your legs. you laid back against the bed, and when you looked up — you realized there was a mirror on the ceiling.

you gasped at the sight. your hair was as crazy as your skin was flush. your eyes were as wild as rafe’s, and he stared back at you with darkness and lust all wrapped into one.

“you see that, sweetheart?” he asked, staring back at you. “sight that almost made me take you right there in the kitchen. you gonna be good for daddy, and let me show you how i’m better than all of those little boys?”

your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your cheeks blushed. “yes, daddy, please.”

“so polite,” he rasps, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. a whine brews in your throat at the affection. “open your legs. let me see that pretty pussy.”

on command, you parted your legs for him. rafe slid one large hand down from your knee to the beginning of your tanned thigh. you watch as his hand cups your mound, and you shiver at the feeling.

“oh… just so soft for me…”

his voice was like caramel as it rolled of his tongue. smooth and sweet. he looked at your pussy like he fucking adored it, there was no other way to put it. when his head finally dipped and his tongue nudged itself at your clit, you leaned your head back against the pillows.

“you like to hide, huh?” he spoke, eyes wide at you as his tongue dripped in between your folds. “not tonight, darlin’. you’re watching me.”

you lifted your head up and watched as his tongue slid into your entrance, and rafe began to nudge your clit with his nose. you gasped at the feeling — completely unaware that was even a thing someone could do, let alone be good at.

“fuck…” you quietly gasped, folding your lips over each other.

rafe replaced his tongue with two fingers — sliding them in and out and curling at the top. a low hum began to build as you fought to keep your eyes on him. the hum was deep and warm, filling your rib cage. you didn’t want to scream, afraid of being too loud or too much for rafe… but keeping your eyes open was enough of a fight. when his perfect, plump lips made contact with your clit… you couldn’t help it. you let out a loud sigh as your vision began to glaze over.

“i wanna do everything i can to this pussy,” rafe bit, sucking at your clit. “smack it, lick it, fuck it, anything i want… just so warm and sweet.”

“…fuck…” while only one word, your voice had never broken so much. rafe’s words were so sensual and mind numbing it was hard not to lose yourself in the moment, free to completely enjoy the sight and feeling of one of the hottest men you had ever seen put you on a pedestal and fucking worship you. his tongue, velvet, was working its way around your clit like it wanted your thighs to clench and wrap around his head. “i’m so close, rafe…”

“that’s it, baby, yeah.” the slurping sounds from below you were pornographic. your hips were jutting up and down to meet his lips and fingers as he plunged inside of you. your hands had found the sides of his head, sad there wasn’t any hair to hold back. “you wanted to be a brat before, now what? blame all of those little boys? now look at you — too fucked out to care. dirty fuckin’ girl.”

he was right. your boldness had left you with your sanity. the low hum had now spread throughout your body until it was everywhere. a soft, quiet vibration could be felt in every one of your limbs until you sure you were shaking. a cocky bastard like rafe — you should’ve wanted to deny him your orgasm, the metaphorical trophy. however, every fiber in your being was telling you he deserved it. his tongue, his lips, his nose, his fingers, his eyes — they wanted you to finish all over his face, and they deserved it. every last drop. every bit of it. every. fucking. bit.

“you scared, baby? don’t get shy on me now.” he had now raised his face where now only his hand was on your pussy. with a concerned, focused look on his face, he dipped two fingers into your entrance as his rough palm was working your clit. ���you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

you shut your eyes for a little longer than you should’ve, but opened them back up for tears to collect in the corners of your eyes. the approach of an orgasm was like a current in water, sucking you under. there was no fight and there was no giving in. it was heavy, fast, and hard — drowning where you head had no chance of staying above water. your body was being pulled every which way as your brain fought to remain present, in control. through your glazed over eyes, you could see rafe smirk.

“oh — i don’t think my girl’s listening to me, is she?” his taunting voice was sending you up a wall. the rat bastard — making you feel so good and then demanding that you respond as if your mind wasn’t mush. he moved himself so he was now hovering over your body, balanced on one arm. “i know you can hear me. come on, baby — you wanna cry? do it. fuckin’ cry for me, darlin’.”

you weren’t sure why you needed permission — but something in your insecurity snapped that allowed you to let out one singular strangled moan in your sand paper throat. it was whiny, and soft, and most of all — fucking pathetic. you could see in rafe’s eyes he loved it.

“been so good for me, letting me play with you,” he whispered against your lips as he continued with his hand. “seeing this little body give in — wanna see how far i can go. can’t wait to split you on my cock.”

“let me cum on your cock, rafe, please…” you spoke through your tears. “need it so badly. please let me…”

“can’t cum without a cock inside of you?” he asked, immediately sitting up and undoing his pants. “finally allowed yourself to be a whore and ask for what you want… lettin’ me use that pussy…”

you were nodding furiously, tugging at him to come lay on top of you once more. he batted your hands away, confusing you.

“nah, lay back,” he spoke. “…because i know you want me to use that pussy, don’t you?”

“yes, yes,” you cried, voice breaking. “just want you to use me — fuck, please, rafe…”

there was that smirk again — before he dove in.

rafe had pushed your legs against your chest and held you there as his cock slid easily inside you. since you were denied a very close orgasm — your pussy had never been wetter. it was like your slick was causing him to slide further and further inside so he could be buried in there. with every thrust, your pussy tightened around him — and rafe let you know.

you stared up at the mirror on the ceiling as you watched rafe’s muscles flex. his shoulders and back — holding you down, making you take every thrust. watching his glutes tighten and release with every thrust sent shivers up and down your spine. however, nothing, not one single thing, could compare to the way rafe’s arms flexed around your head and body — holding you in place.

“fucking love your cock, daddy,” you whimpered in his ear. “so, so deep. feels so good it hurts.”

he groaned against your ear, straining to fight against the pleasure. his thrusts began to pick up strength and speed, refusing to give in before you do.

“can tell it hurts, baby — pussy sucking me in like she’s never cum before,” he gasped, his own voice threatening to break. “just needed someone that knew how to work you, huh? give you what you needed? fuck you like the slut you are?”

you dug your face into the crook of his neck, feeling lost in his words and embrace. “slut for your cock, daddy — fuck, just like that. just like that — right there!”

one of his hands reached up to grab a fistful of your hair, and yanked you back. with parted lips and gritted teeth, rafe forced himself against your throat and began to suck on the soft skin. the strain of the position took away what last bit of control you had. you were completely at rafe’s mercy — and you didn’t mind. the head of his cock was pounding against that spot inside of you. your brain and the lower half of your body were working in tandem — acting like they had never had an orgasm before, but that wasn’t the case. no — they had just never had an orgasm like this before. the kind where you are completely out of control, unable to get it back, and under the hands of a man who took such good care of you. maybe you should’ve been scared because you barely knew him, but you weren’t. he wanted your orgasm as much as you did — and you let your naivety get the best of you.

“never wanted to breed a pussy so fuckin’ badly,” he spat against the skin of your throat. “she wants my cum so badly, doesn’t she? sucking me in — what else?”

incoherent. that’s all you were. rafe’s hips smacking against yours, cock hitting just right — there was nothing that allowed you to stay present and sensible in that situation. you were all his, under his control.

“be mean,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut. “be mean to me — and i’ll cum. fucking christ — please.”

“pussy like this, dirty as you are —“ he spoke, trying to fight his own orgasm. “no one should touch you but me. i own this pussy. me. no one can fuck you like me, that right?”

it was like music to your ears. your pussy was being split open and fucked raw — so dirty, so naughty, so wrong. yet, you were both grasping onto each other like there’s was nothing else in the world. rafe was working his cock into your pussy like your orgasm was his, and his alone. he —

he got tired of waiting for a response. he lightly smacked your cheek, and wrapped a hand around your throat.

you couldn’t be surprised — because your pussy only got wetter.

“you’re gonna fucking cum for me,” he spat against your eyes. “that’s mine. all mine.”

you caught a glance of what you looked like in the mirror above — a mess. a fucking mess. your face was covered in sweat, spit, and tears. your hair was everywhere, just like there was a flush all over your body. you saw the way rafe’s veins in his neck and forehead tightened and protruded as he spat dirty words against the side of your face.

“give it to me,” he spat through gritted teeth.

your eyes couldn’t leave the mirror. it shoved you farther and farther into your trance that you couldn’t look away. couldn’t move. couldn’t think about anything else.

“it’s yours, it’s yours…” you cried, throwing your head back.

your hands immediately came up to dig your nails into his back. your back, arched, pushed your tits into rafe’s face. his face, in awe, couldn’t help but suck a nipple into his mouth as he watched your body fucking shake. there was no more low vibration — your body, every limb, had fully succumbed to shaking and crying.

“pussy so tight,” he gasped. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

through the mirror, you watch both of your orgasms hit you at the exact same time. with one snap of rafe’s hips, the muscles of his ass tightened where his pelvis locked with yours. his back and shoulder muscles went taut, rippling with the bout of adrenaline running through his veins. with rafe’s body holding yours down, he stopped your body from spasming. your skin was prickly to the touch as your blood was pumping, pumping, pumping. the walls of your pussy squeezed around his cock as strangled gasps pushed past your lips, and were swallowed by rafe.

against your lips, he whispered, “never letting you go now, princess.”

you giggled softly, shivering. “is that so?”

“yeah,” he mumbled, kissing you. “you’re fucked.”

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[storywriter007]

Why Are You so Mean? - Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n walks in on rafe looking a little to intimate with his girl best friend

warnings: cursing, girl bestie, mention of drugs and drinking, toxic behavior

genre: angst

word count: 1k

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the party music blared across the beach house. to be frank, y/n wasn't big into the party scene. she loved parties: the ones where you danced until your feet gave out, the ones where you sang your heart out to a song by kesha, and the ones where it was all about smiles and singing. not these parties: where everyone judged one another, where everyone couldn't talk without slurring their words, where everyone needed a drink, and where people upstairs were snorting lines of cocaine.

y/n was out on the balcony, looking at the beach. a beach like this, and people still just wanted to snort coke in a beach house. lame, she thought. but she was here too.

she remembered when she first met her boyfriend; rafe cameron. it was karaoke night at a local beach party. y/n and her best friend were up and they were singing "22" by the one and only, taylor swift. it was just a fun song in a fun night with fun people. y/n recalled how her hair had gotten screwed up from all the dancing she did, how her make up had all been lost, and how she smelled of seawater and vanilla perfume. she'd heard all about rafe; how he was bad news. ironically, she was singing "you look like bad news, i gotta have you" right when she made eye-contact with the snarky blonde. he winked at her and she smiled back. after that song, they took a long walk across the beach, and soon after they talked a little more, they began dating. it'd been six months now.

snapping out of her daze, y/n decided to go upstairs and rejoin rafe. she'd left, wanting to get away from the strong smell of alcohol and cocaine that tainted the house. as she opened the door to the room she'd left a few minutes earlier, she felt a punch in her gut.

there was rafe, sitting on the couch. his arm was around another girl next to him. her brown hair draped over her shoulder as rafe used his other hand to toy with her locks. sofia. his best friend, of course. y/n hadn't liked her since the minute they'd met and she'd made some sly remarks.

"you're rafe's girlfriend?" she laughed in front of you. "rebound?" she mouthed.

bitch y/n thought, recalling the memory.

topper, kelce, rafe, and sofia laughed, like y/n wasn't even there.

"rafe? no lines today?" topper laughed.

"nah, sof's convinced me to get clean." he said.

i always tell you to get clean y/n thought.

"sorry for interrupting guys. i'm just going to be leaving now." y/n finally said. "by the way, you two make a really cute couple." she fake smiled, her entire dialogue painted with obvious sarcasm and anger.

"y/n-" rafe said, moving from sofia and make his way towards her.

"no i get it. that y/n girl is such a bitch, right? she's always on your ass about getting clean and other bullshit. i wouldn't want anything to do with her either." y/n continued.

"i didn't say that-"

sofia rolled her eyes.

"have fun gentlemen." y/n smiled. "and uh, whatever you are."

y/n walked out of the house, rafe calling after her.

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y/n stormed off to the beach. it looked beautiful in the dark. the waves crashing against the shore and the salty breeze. she took a seat on the cold sand.

she'd told rafe so many times to get clean; that it was bad for him and it was stupid. did he listen no? but leave it to sofia to say it, and he's all ears. she'd always wanted to watch dirty dancing with rafe, but did he every make the time for it? no. but did he watch the movie a week later with sofia. yes. she'd asked rafe to sing with her at karaoke night, did he? no. but as soon as y/n went to the bathroom and came back, he was singing "you belong with me" with sofia.

her train of thought was interrupted when she heard rafe calling. she blinked the tears away.

"y/n! what the hell, i've been looking all over for you!"

"you started looking for me when you couldn't occupy yourself with sofia anymore." y/n spat back. "you didn't give a single fuck about where i was. you never do, especially when sofia's there."

"that's not true-"

"karaoke night? dirty dancing? rafe, i've told you a thousand times to get clean, but you listen when sofia tells you!"

he sat down next to her and put his arm around her.

"i'm sorry sweetheart, we've just been friends-"

y/n pushed his arm off of her.

"you've been friends with her forever. i've heard the excuse a thousand fucking times."

she could see the annoyance in his eyes.

"what, you annoyed? would you be annoyed if i was sofia?"

he took a deep breath and looked at the sea. of course the mention of sofia bothered him.

"i don't remember you being this fucking annoying when we met."

"why are you so mean?" she asked, voice breaking.

"no, no, no, don't go crying now. you started this."

"you just called me 'fucking annoying.' of course i'm going to cry. and you did this by climbing all over another girl."

from a distance, y/n heard someone calling out for rafe. it was that bitch, it just had to be her. "rafe! c'mon, you're missing out. topper and kelce are so fucked up right now, it's hilarious!"

she waved to him, stopping about 20 feet away. he waved back. he looked at y/n as they both got up.

she knew he wanted to leave.

"you can go." y/n said. "but if you do so, we're over."

"what the fuck y/n! that isn't fair."

"i've got this sneaking feeling: that i'm worth half than whatever she is to you. and if you, you'll confirm what i feel like i already know." y/n spoke softly, turning to meet his blue eyes.

"whatever." he scoffed, getting up and reuniting with sofia.

he glared at y/n as he embraced sofia. y/n walked past them both, tears spilling from her eyes as soon as she'd passed them.

why was he so mean?

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[chereus]

Save a Horse, ride a cowboy | JJ. Maybank

Summary; Reader gets back from a trip to the mainlands and just wants to make sweet sweet love to her boyfriend.

Pairings; JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Somnophilia!!, DUBCON!!, pegging, slight mommy kink, best friends sister, usage of a v!brator, (kinda) established secret relationship, P IN V contact with no protection *I’M UNWELL, OK.*, very minimal editing —lemme know if I missed any please!

Cherries Notes; y’all. What in the hell is this? I just imagine John B waking up to absolutely violent moaning and thinking, “what the fuck?” Because honestly, he’s not wrong.

Cherries Notes PT2; don’t bully me ok, this work is literally from months ago. I barley recognize my own writing.

Word count; 2.1k

JJ has been extremely horny all this past week. To the point where he could just think about his girlfriend and get hard. Unfortunately she was on a trip to the mainlands with her friends. It was extremely frustrating to not be able to talk to his best friend about his girl troubles considering this girl in particular was his sister.

Ever since their dad got lost at sea John B became her father figure and would absolutely flip if he found out that they were together. JJ wasn’t too concerned about it since he knew that even though John B would be absolutely furious in the beginning, there’s no way he could stay mad at his lifelong best friend and someone he considered to be his brother.

So here he laid, in the humid dark room of the chateau thinking of how he was going to nail his little sister when she got back. In this very room. He was thinking about how first he’d teasingly kiss her plump lips and wrap his hand delicately around her throat as their tongues messily tangled together. About every time she’s pull back for air he’d smile into her kiss and pull her back in further.

About how he would move his hands up and down her body in a way they both know only he could do to her. About how he’d smush their entangled bodies together by the widest part of her hips. About how he’d fall back on the bed and take her with him by her thighs and have her straddle him. And most of all he was thinking about how much he missed her.

How while he explicitly missed her touch and deep romantic kisses and the hidden desire in her eyes he also missed the way she’d snort when she laughed. Or when she got angry and she’d pout. Or when she would take care of him when he she knew he had a bad day. Or when she knew he just needed comfort.

The thought of her not coming back was sending JJ into a mindset that he wasn’t equipped to deal with when she wasn’t here, ironically enough. So he decided that going to sleep would be the best option right now.

It was the wee hours of the morning by the time that you got back to find JJ curled up in your bed sleeping. You smiled softly and thought about how last week before your trip you had talked about wake up sex. JJ was more than happy to indulge in that fantasy. In fact he more than begged and pleaded for you to start the gracious level of kinky shit you guys were into right away. You had slept the entire car ride home so you were energized just enough to mount your boyfriend like a horse and ride him into the sunrise.

You knew how heavy of a sleeper JJ was so there was no need to be extremely quiet. You did however take caution in the fact that he looked harder than a rock and hadn’t been touched by anyone other than himself in a a little over a week so he’d be extremely sensitive when you tried to touch him. You knew exactly what the man liked. And what he liked was to not be in control all the time. He absolutely adored when you’d boss him around in bed. And even more so he enjoyed being the brat everyone knew he was. You had been teasing him on the phone all week just getting him riled up so you could go for hours when you got back.

Setting your bags in her closet you pull out a medium sized black box with all of your favorite sexual related things. You scan the box looking for four bundles of rope and your strap on harness. Deciding to be nice you take out your and JJ’s favorite attachment. An 7 inch long duel ended vibrating dildo. You love it because fits perfectly snug inside you while you giving the best performance of your life.

As you move to tie JJ to the bed you could help but smile at the sight of him cuddling the pillow in place of you. Continuing with the task at hand you slowly remove the pillow from JJ’s death grip. He turns and groans at this action which you find equally as cute. Even in his sleeping form he always has to be touching you in some way. When you successfully get both of his wrists tied to the headboard you move on to his ankles. You notice how he’s starting to stir a little from his restricted movement so you take that as a sign to move faster.

A few minutes later you have successfully tied your boyfriend to the bed and we’re beginning to quickly strip your clothes off. The quicker you went the hornier you got. JJ always slept practically naked anyways. It seemed that his horniness got the best of him tonight and he was completely naked. But usually anything short of just his boxers was too hot. You definitely didn’t complain. Easy access.

As you moved to approach the bed you stopped by your nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube that occupied the tight space of the upper drawer. Also easy access.

Crawling over JJ you sat directly in the middle of his thighs so when he woke up he would see you pounding into him. Luckily you’d tied his legs far enough apart that you didn’t have to worry about wiggle room as there was plenty.

You started by kissing his hip bones and then working your way up his perfectly chiseled abs kissing one after the other. He softly moaned in his sleep from your feathery kisses. Once you made your way up through his stomach and chest you quietly nudged your face with his, brushing your lips over his own. He groaned with the sudden attention not wanting it to stop. You quietly pulled away and sat down on your calves. Lubing up the toy adequately and lubing the rim of his anus. His cock twitched and he deeply groaned at the cool sensation.

Lining up the toy and his delicate hole you slowly start to push in. JJ let’s out a loud moan and his eyes shoot open. You ignore him and speed up gently. Your thrusts were beginning to get deeper and JJ is still half asleep moaning his heart out.

“What the fu—” he groggily starts but the words soon die on his lips as you thrust a particularly rough thrust. You lean forward and kiss him on the lips and mutter an ‘I love you’.

As your thrusts begin to get deeper and faster the other end that had currently resided up your vagina begins to hit every nook and cranny of your vaginal cavity. You couldn’t hold the moan that was brewing in your throat and certainly not when you heard JJ mutter “harder”, along with a strangled moan.

The deeper he moaned the harder you went. At some point you remembered that this toy had a remote that made it vibrate and you took full advantage of that. Grabbing the remote from the right side of the bed you don’t hesitate in quickly cranking it up.

You could tell that JJ was doing more than stellar as he couldn’t even form complete sentences out of pure pleasure. This created a massive grin to spread across your face in euphoria. JJ was right, you should’ve done this so much sooner.

As you thrusted in the deepest, most sensitive parts of your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but just put your hands anywhere and everywhere. JJ seemed to appreciate the warmth of your petite hands as your nails dug into him wherever they could find a spot. He was getting close you could tell by the slight arch in his back and the furrow of his brows. One last time your hands slid down his inner thighs scraping with your nails before you gently grabbed his swollen cock.

As you started to rub up and down JJ’s face twisted in fiery bliss. He was so close but so far. Watching him get absolutely demolished by something he did to you on a weekly basis had something deep in you stirring. As you came up on your high you started to rub harder and faster on him. His moans were unrecognizable at this point. You’d never heard him make those sounds before. They were deep and husk like. It would’ve sent you over the edge if you weren’t so focused on giving your boyfriend the time of his life.

One sharp trust later and JJ was spurring hot cum all over your hand and his stomach. Before your you removed your hand from his sensitive member and lifted it to your mouth and licked it all up you made sure to turn the vibrator on low as to not cause too much overstimulation. He attentively watched you preform all your actions as he was sure to get hard again after not having a proper orgasm in over a week.

His eyes widened as you resumed your thrust. “W-what are you doing?” He finally spoke.

“Good morning sunshine. How’d you sleep?” You menacingly taunted. If he wasn’t too fucked out to come up with a response he’d demand that you untie him immediately and let him maul you like a bear.

He whined as your slow speed made him feel like he was about to explode. You just laughed in his face as he would do to you.

“Baby, you wanna make mommy feel good don’t you? Hmm?” You asked reaching down to kiss him everywhere but the lips.

His submissive side was showing and you couldn’t savor enough of it. He mumbled a quiet, “yes.” That made your heart clench in awe.

You were careful not to cause too much overstimulation for him as it made him physically uncomfortable but just enough for you both to start sweating like bitches in heat.

You cranked the volume back up to full speed and everything was buzzing. Your head flew back in pleasure. You wanted, no needed JJ to be touching you. You rested deep inside of him while you untied his arms from the bed frame.

“Touch me JJ I need to feel your hands on me.” You eagerly demanded. JJ wasted no time in pulling you down to his level and kissing you like his life depended on it.

Your thrusts became sloppy at this angle so JJ hoisted you in place so the vibrator inside you was hitting directly the right spots. Your kisses mended with his to insure that neither of you knew who was breathing who’s air. Your hands hadn’t left JJ’s hips since your turn to finish and it was driving him crazy.

Just before you tipped over the edge JJ lifts up his head and says, “fuck, your so gorgeous.” And you were sent spiraling and cursing as your thrusts almost completely stopped and you realized JJ had came again without you even touching him or even acknowledging that he was there other than for your pleasure the second round.

You quickly shut all the vibrating devices off and removed your strap on. The thin layer of sweat covering your entire body was enough to make you chuckle at what just happened.

“I don’t think I give you enough credit J, that’s a lot harder than it looks.” You say lifting yourself from the bed.

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna take all the credit,” he sarcastically murmured from his same spot as you untied his ankles.

“Oh ya, come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” You said dragging him from his middle of the bed antics.

When he finally tried to stand up from the side of the bed he immediately sat back down with widened eyes, “I don’t think I give you enough credit y/n, that’s a lot harder than it looks.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna take all the credit,” you laughed back helping him up.

As you were cleaning each other up and washing each other in the shower he bent down and gave you a long slow kiss and clearly said, “I love you more.” With a smile on his face.

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[winterrrnight]

roller coasters

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you're deeply scared of roller coasters and are forced to take a ride on it. Rafe is there waiting for you, ready to take care of you once you get off.

WARNINGS: anxiety, throwing up, gets fluffy towards the end

EDITH SPEAKS: this is small, more or less like a blurb. I wasn't sure how to end it so I hope it isn't an abrupt ending? Anyways, I'll be writing for soft!rafe because he has my whole heart 🫶🏻

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Sarah grabs your hand and pulls you inside the amusement park. No matter how many times you say you don't want to get on the 'death ride', Sarah completely ignores you. Before you know it, you both are standing in the queue for the 'death ride'.

The roller coaster.

"Sarah come on I don't want to get on this ride!" You groan, trying to convince her to leave the queue and do something else instead.

"Come on, be a little bold! It's just a little ride!" Sarah says. The queue moves on ahead, and now it's your turn to get on the ride.

I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine. You repeat in your head, over and over again. It's just an amusement park ride, it cannot hurt me the way it used too.

You and Sarah are made to sit together in a seat. A worker comes and straps both of you in. You grip onto the rod in front of you so tightly your knuckles turn white. You feel your heart beating faster by each second, so you try to make yourself feel better by taking deep breathes.

"Are you... are you okay?" Sarah asks, concerned. You look at her with a deadpanned look on your face. She just realised you don't like roller coasters, even after you practically begged her not to take you on it?

"No I am not, Sarah," you say with gritted teeth. "The ride makes me-" Before you can finish your sentence, you are cut off with the creaky sounds of the roller coaster.

It is just about to start to move.

You hold onto the rod impossibly tighter and the roller coaster begins to gain speed. You see Sarah with a massive smile on her face, as she screams from the adrenaline rushing in her veins.

You will be screaming too.

Not from the adrenaline rushing in your veins, but from the contents of what you ate in lunch rising up from your stomach, to your mouth.

You shut your eyes tightly and just hope it comes to an end very soon. The roller coaster starts to slow down, and you feel hopeful that it's coming to an end as you open your eyes back again.

Oh, how wrong you are. How horribly wrong you are.

The ride has slowed down because it's about to go down the massive loop. You brace yourself as the ride inches closer and closer to the end.

"WE'RE ABOUT TO GO DOWN!" Sarah screams next to you.

And that's when you feel it. The contents in your stomach start churning and they are ready to come out at any given time. You just can't believe you came on a roller coaster, a ride which makes you extremely nauseous.

The first time you ever went on a roller coaster was when you were 7 years of age. You didn't stop puking after you got off the ride. After that, you vowed to never step on this ride and dubbed it as the 'death ride'. But, for some reason, you had a feeling you will not feel nauseous again, that maybe it only happened when you were little and had too much to eat.

But no, you get nauseous each time you step on this ride, and today has proved it.

The ride comes to an end and you basically yell at the worker to unstrap you quickly. Sarah has no time to catch up with you as you go running to the washroom.

You run past Rafe, who was just thinking of getting you some cotton candy. He's perplexed to see you running so frantically, with such a pale look on your face. He finds Sarah and questions her about you.

"What happened?" He asks. Sarah is panting heavily from all the running she did in an attempt to catch up with you.

"Roller coaster... queasy... about to throw up," she says, her breathing heavy as she leans next to a popcorn stand to catch her breathe. Rafe's eyes widen on her words and he rushes to the washroom, but stays outside to wait for you.

Meanwhile inside, you've hogged a bathroom stall as you let all the contents spill out. Once you feel everything in you has made its way out, you flush the puke and get out of the stall.

You walk to one of the wash basins and open the tap. You wash your face with the cold water and then rinse your mouth to rid yourself of the horrible taste. You take a second to breathe and look in the mirror. Most of the color is drained from your face. Your eyes are watery and a little red, and you feel like your skin is on fire. You stay in the washroom, just simply taking in deep breathes. When you think the color has started to return to your face, you decide to leave the washroom.

As you walk out of the washroom hurriedly, eager to find Sarah, you are met with a broad chest. You let out a small groan, but when you open your eyes you see it's no one other than Rafe.

"Oh Rafe, hi," you say with a smile.

"Are you okay?" He asks, concerned. "I saw you running down to the washroom and Sarah told me that you're feeling nauseated-"

"Yes I'm fine, don't worry about it." You assure him. At this point, there is no denying how you've been in love with Rafe since you've been best friends with Sarah and that means you've been in love with him since forever.

And Rafe, he cares so much about you. He can't see you hurt. He will protect you against everything horrible in this world.

"You sure? You still look a little pale," he walks closer to you and places his hand on your arm, and rubs it up and down. Th soothing motion relaxes you immediately. "If you want, I can drop you home. You can rest, and I'll bring you everything you may need to feel better-"

"Rafe," you cut him off, your hands now holding his face. "I'm okay, seriously. I want to explore more around the amusement park."

Rafe swallows the lump in his throat, a champagne pink suffusing in his cheeks from the warmth of your hands. "Okay," he says, and you bring your hands back to your sides. He instantly craves that touch back again. "I think Sarah is out there in the food stalls, shall we go there?"

"Yes," you smile, "let's go there." You reach for his hand, and ever so delicately, lace your fingers with his. You give his hand a tight squeeze. "Thank you for waiting for me."

"It's no problem, really," he tells you, and you both walk to the food stalls in the amusement park.

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[gxdsfavgal]

Step Aside

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!fem!Reader

Warning: arguing, just a very short blurb that could potentially be a short series, not edited

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There was a party happening this afternoon, I didn’t know who’s it was but everyone knows I’m up for anything.

I got invited by Kelce, my first friend on the island. He taught me the in’s and out’s of the island, in his words I am basically a native now.

But all I know is Pogues and Kooks is a thing here. I’m still not used to it, not used to how Kooks looks down on Pogues.

Anyways, I had a busy day with helping my parents with some paperwork and meetings but I definitely needed a break from reading fine print.

I got ready for the party at Cannyhill? Someplace that ended in ‘hill’. I just knew it wasn’t that far, and that it was definitely a Kook party.

The sun was still beaming even though it was late afternoon, so I decided that shorts and a regular top was the way to go. People here dress differently for these types of parties, designer all around even though they know it’s going to be covered in vomit later on in the night.

I quickly grabbed my things, spraying myself with my signature scent, and left in my car that I always dreamt of when I was younger. 

I sped down the streets with the salty wind in my face as I followed the GPS to the address Kelce sent me. 

As I arrived, I immediately could tell the vibe of this party. It was Kook Central, filled with expensive jungle juice and collared shirts. The loud music was definitely found through social media, because they definitely did not grow up around trap music.

I parked my car on the side of the road for easy access if this party turns out a bust. I walked through the pathway and into the grassy lawn where everyone was at. The music was loud and so was people’s cheers once they saw me.

“Heyyy! Look who’s here!” Kelce and his friends crowded me.

“Finally got out of that damn office.” I joked to them as one of the girls handed me a red solo cup, which I accepted and chugged.

Everyone else waved at me and said their ‘hellos’. 

I began to walk around and talk to the others there, creating conversation about parents and the beach club. Normal “Kook” things I guess that’s what they call it here in the OBX.

“So yeah, my dad got me Hermes sandals from his trip to New York but I hated the color so I just gave them to some lady on the main land.” a random girl whined about to me and her boyfriend ignoring the repetitive story.

“Oh wow. That is so sweet of you.” sarcasm flowed out with my words as my smile didn’t drop once.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt.” Kelce apologized to the couple I was talking to as I pulled me away. “Forgot to introduce you to the host.”

“Lead me to it” I followed behind him as he led me throughout the house, up until I reached the balcony that looked over the party.

There was only a few people up here, exclusive, seemed like you needed to be on the guest list to be up above everyone else.

“Rafe.” Kelce hollered.

A tan and tall body turned towards me, his arm around a shorter girl. Once both of them turned around I was able to see who the girl was.

“Sofia.” I nodded towards her with a friendly smile, and she nodded back with a awkward one.

“Who are you?” Rafe snapped. 

First red flag, having an attitude in the first interaction.

“Y/N Y/L/N” I held out my hand with a smile, hoping to change his tone.

He scoffed and ignored my handshake.

“So what’s got everyone hooting and hollering for you?” he twisted his neck, arm falling off of Sofia’s shoulder.

“That’s a good question. It’s weird, people call me the Kook Queen? I’m new so I do-”

“Kook Queen?” he laughed out loud, clutching his chest as if he was going into a heart attack.

“I mean she basically is the Kook Queen.” Sofia said softly with a chuckle from beside Rafe, which earned a hard stare.

His face was in shock, his eyebrows furrowed, and neck tilted.

“Dude. Her like great great great grandfather-

“I am a descendant of founder of the Outerbanks. It’s nice to see that you guys know your history here.” I laughed to his face while lightly smacking Kelce’s shoulder.

“Hey! Kook Queen has arrived!” I heard from behind me.

“Barry!” I walked up to him to give a light hug.

“How the fuck do you know her?” Rafe asked harshly.

“Calm down Country Club, she lives at Corolla.” Barry laughs as his hand rested on my shoulder. “A lot has changed when you went on your little vacay.”

“Holy shit.” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

“Big ass house ain’t it. Rich ass mofos.” Barry clapped as he left to go back inside Tannyhill.

My head turned quickly at the shadow in the corner of my eye, Rafe’s shadow that was very quick and heavy.

He cleared his throat and bent down to my level. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Rafe Cameron.” he put on a fake friendly smile as his hand was reached out for me to shake.

I happily took his hand and shook it firmly. “Nice to finally meet you Mister Cameron, it seems we have a scheduled meeting coming up soon.” I gave him a smile and a pat on his back. His eyes seemed to almost bulge out of his skull.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Fright Fest

TW: DarkRafe! Smut! Language. Degrading Language. Slight angst/tension.

SUMMARY: What should have been just a movie night at your best friend, Rafe’s, house, turns erotic when he learns how both the movies and himself affect you…

WORD COUNT: 3000

*Requested*

Fright Fest

Halloween left you dependent on three things; a group costume with your friends far too sexual for a theme that was guaranteed to enrage mothers and feminists alike, a stomach ache the morning after from having guzzled candy like it was going out of style, and the annual Cameron movie fest with your best friend, Rafe. 

The details were the same each and every year, and yet it was a staple in your friendship with him that would feel sacrilegious to not partake in it. Even if you found the gaudy yet festive decorations hung by Rose to be less than desirable, your heart warmed at the sight of Rafe’s warm smile greeting you as he sent a fist full of some unboxed candy into his mouth. 

“‘Bout time.” He teased, motioning you inside, unbeknownst to you, his eyes following your fame as he closed the door behind you, just as he had done each and every time you crossed the threshold. But to be fair, you were able to steal your own fair share of glances when he wasn’t looking. How could you not when every single one of his shirts strained at the mercy of his muscles tensing without much effort. 

“So I thought we could try something a bit scarier than ‘Goosebumps’ this year…” He continued to tease you as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as he unveiled the marathon in question. A collection of modern movies set across the screen of the large television laid queued as he gave a wicked smirk. 

“I already have the pizza on the way and as always,” He withdrew a bowl of candy from the side table, setting it on the surface before you as you made your way onto the couch. 

“And if you get scared, I’m always right there to hold ya…” He leaned close enough to you to test your reaction before turning the remainder of the distance from the couch until he was at your side. 

It would only take a handful of minutes, however, before the first death would be broadcast across the screen, something that made you hike your knees to your chest, while you hid your eyes away from the gore. 

“Not too late for ‘goosebumps’, you know…” He taunted as the sound of the doorbell rang and he was quick to his feet, a crisp fifty in hand, before leaving you to endure the movie on your own. 

“Well that was…whatever the hell that was…” Your eyes jumped to him, thankful for the excuse to look anywhere but the screen in front of you. 

“What?”

“Sketchy pizza guy…must just be a pogue not used to Figure Eight…just…didn’t seem right…” He shrugged it off before setting the pizzas onto the table, the sight of a classic display of cheese and pepperoni making your mouth water. For a moment, you caught him from your peripheral vision as he seemed to focus on something just over your shoulder, before returning to the dinner. 

A series of tormenting jump scares and laughs made at your expense from your supposed best friend, and you found yourself set with only one movie left. But just before he was about to press play, the remnants of a pizza existing on the table by aroma and crusts alone, he narrowed his eyes to the window at your back. 

“Do you see that?” He learned closer to you on the couch, pointing with his toned arm set in the direction of what he spoke of. 

“Stop it, Rafe…”

“No, I’m serious…Look-What IS that?” He questioned as you looked back to simply validate his attempt was to frighten you, before you noticed a bush moving from having been brushed despite the lack of wind on this specific night. 

“See-”

“What-What is it?”

“Here..I’ll go check it out…That way you can change your panties…” He teased. 

“I’m not THAT scared!”

“Either way you’ll piss yourself because of it you’ll be so thankful when I return having defended your honor that it’ll show-either way, needing new panties...” He winked, this usual oversexualied banter a normalcy between the two of you, one you’d always roll your eyes to as you never believed it held any true merit. How wrong you were…

He was gone only a handful of seconds before you could hear him call after someone, the sudden sound of a gunshot stilling you in place, until you’d ultimately summon him by name. 

“R-Rafe?” You questioned slowly, inching towards the door he’d left open, feeling as if you were suddenly thrust into the center of your own horror movie. This was amplified as the sight of a serrated blade made its way against the front door, a masked figure making his way over the threshold, shaking his head as you’d begun to back away. It wasn’t until he lifted the weapon that you’d noticed how it had been coated in blood, a sight that sent you sprinting towards the steps before he’d catch your ankle. No matter if the details boggled your mind between gunshot and knife, you were too frazzled to question.

“Someone!” You pleaded for a passerby to hear your pleas, but with the estate set behind thick stone fencing and their nearest neighbor having likely been at some event, you were left to your own devices. For that, you used your opposite foot to try and kick yourself free, but were pulled down to the base step, a straddle to your waist keeping you in place as his hands carried to your face, the cold knife pressed to your cheek. 

“Please…” You begged as you felt him chuckle over you, almost amused by your plea. Your eyes closed tightly as you prepared for what was to come, too confused how it had even transpired, before his hands inclined to your breast. At the same moment that he fondled you through your cropped top, nippled hardening by your natural anatomical response, you’d been allowed insight to the identity of this masked intruder. 

“Is that…pizza sauce?” You asked, reservation in your voice as the blade was close enough to take in the scent as he stalled for a second before your fingers pulled the mask up to reveal himself to you. 

“Happy Halloween-” He spoke proudly, Rafe’s wicked grin stretched wide across his face as you pushed yourself off of him, hands in sharp shoves against his torso. Using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that had escaped your attempts, you narrowed your eyes at him with a deep glare.

“What the fuck, Rafe! I thought…” You motioned to the direction of the door, realizing any attempt to make him sympathetic to you would be in vain as he wouldn't find fault in what he believed to be a harmless prank. 

“You can’t really think some psycho pizza guy could get ME-” He continued with his humor as you just shook your head in disbelief. 

“You’re an asshole!”

“Hey, it was just a joke-”

“To who?!” Tears continued down your cheeks. “I thought you were dead, Rafe! Right now, I wish you were!” Your words, more painful than intended to both speak and hear, brought him to take hold of your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, okay, I thought it’d make you laugh-”

“What part of that seemed funny to you? Where I thought you were dead or where you tried to kill me?”

“Come on, you know I’d never hurt you…”

“Tell that to my back that was just pressed up against those stairs. My heart, my-” You paused, “You know what, forget it! I’m going home, fuck this…and fuck you.” You moved to the direction of the living room, where your purse lay on the floor, before he blocked the closest exit, removing the costume stored prior to this apparent plan. 

“Please…”

“This is too far, even for you, Rafe.”

“Even for me? What's that supposed to mean?” His eyes narrowed. 

“That you keep doing shit like this and I ALWAYS defend you…I’ve lost SO many of my friends doing that…” His eyes fell away from you for a moment as your thoughts continued aloud, “THAT was too far-”

“So you’re just gonna leave over some joke you couldn’t find humor in?”

“I thought you were dead! And then you…you grope me like that!” To your words, he’d only smirk. 

“You know…THAT’S what I find funny…” You threw your hands up in surrender. 

“What, Rafe?” He now crossed the floor in front of you. 

“You didn’t push me away…Almost like,” He continued closer still, knife drawn to your stomach and making a slow incline to the curve of your crop top exposing your breasts. “You wanted me to…”

“You’re sick-”

He shrugged. “I felt you react to me…Your body curving into me. You forget that I’ve known you your entire life…I know your reactions to everything-”

“You’re delusional! I’m going home-” You tried to move past him, but he ‘tsked’ against you, knife guiding you into the wall at your back. 

“Rafe-”

“I know it turned you on…it’s okay…I can help…” His hand now collected your hip as you retracted from him, his eyes flashing to you in survey. 

“We’re friends…”

“Friends…” He slowly nodded before looking towards the couch. “Were we friends when you pushed yourself against me when you got scared? We we friends when you show up to my house dressed like a whore-”

“Rafe!”

“Because you WANT me to see you this way…” He carried the blade to your lips, pressing it sideways to not draw blood, but to keep the threat the same nonetheless. 

“You’re not leaving until you tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you wanted meto fuck you-” You turned in disgust as he suddenly took hold of your jaw. 

“I was REALLY hoping you wouldn’t make it easy-”

“What are you-” Before you could object, he had his hand within your shorts, the evidence of his speculation indisputable on the edges of his fingers. 

“Fuck…I knew it…” Your breath became erratic as his fingers collected your slick for evidential purposes aside from offering you pleasure, and yet, it had been enough to leave volts of electricity behind in his endeavor. 

As your breathing quickened to him, he marveled at just how you had reacted to these touches, his body pinning you against the wall as you took hold of his arms for stability. 

“Fucking greedy little thing, aren’t ya-”

“Rafe-” Suddenly his fingers stopped, your eyes remaining set into his, as he withdrew his touch from your panties, and carried it to his mouth. Tracing your remnants on his bottom lip, he’d extend this over his tongue and rolled his eyes to your taste. 

“Better than any fucking candy…” He explained as he saw your lips part to speak against this, well aware your morals were quaking against your arousal, a constant feat he knew and conquered all too often. 

“You have ten seconds…Run-”

“Rafe?”

“Because once I find you…I’m GOING to hurt you…” You pushed past his arm, looking back for only a moment to watch him garner that smirk, until you’d tried for a haven anywhere within Tannyhill, finding several of the rooms locked in what you realized to have been a ploy by him. 

Cursing beneath your breath, you heard him climb the steps at your back as you managed to hide in the hallway closet before he passed you. Once he was no longer in view, you attempted to move back down the steps and into the living room as you knew it was only a matter of time until he came upon you, feeling him apprehend you by the back of your neck. 

“Back where we started-poetic isn’t it?”

“Please, Rafe-”

His eyes rolled again. “You sound so fucking good when you beg…how about when you choke?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion as he forced you onto your knees, your eyes lifting to him. 

“Rafe?”

“You can keep saying my name…you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” He lowered to you, pulling your neck at a further extension by the grip he still held. 

“Especially since I know how badly you want this…” He teased a kiss, forcing your lips to part, before he returned you to your knees. 

“I KNOW you know what to do…so stop making fucking excuses and take me like the whore you are for this knife…for me…” Your fingers struggled to rise in confidence, making him frustrated enough to undo his belt with one hand. This was what you needed to slip away from him, that release of your neck, as you’d tried for another exit. Only now, it only lead you back to the steps, a guttural growl heard as he pulled you to face him. 

“That’s fine, sweetheart…fight it all you want…I know the mess you’re making in your panties for me…In fact…” He kept the knife to your neck as he removed your bottoms and leaving only that saturated silk behind. A hard swallow from your throat only widening his grin. 

“Touch yourself. With my knife to your throat…or I could always…” He now turned the knife, holding the blade carefully between his fingers as he used its hilt against your clothed clit. 

“Still gonna deny this? I’m not even touch you and you’re fucking soaked and being fondled by a knife’s edge…And I could do this all day, sweetheart…I don’t think your panties can say the same-” Your hand reached to his wrist, your arousal taking over for your sense of mental stability that always seemed to falter in his presence. Moreso now than ever…

“Please…” You whimpered, your nails digging into his grip as he only scoffed to your attempt to bring him pain. 

“Please? What are you asking for? Because you’re crying but you’re grinding into me-kinda confusing, don’t you think-”

“Just-”

“What?” He interrupted, teasing you.

“Touch me, Rafe…Please!” You continued to rock into the hilt, motions intensified by him taking it deeper against you, as you began to moan unapologetic whines while finding an uncomfortable rest at the stair behind you. 

“You want me to touch you, sweetheart?” You nodded, “Nah…I like watching you fuck against this knife…Feels good, don’t it?” You clenched your jaw, not wanting to admit it as he took his freehand to your breast, kneading your nipple just as he had done before. Only now, without the mask, and without the fear, as you DID want this. 

More Than you should have. 

More than you wanted to admit. 

“Good fucking girl…yes…” He chuckled, taking his covered cock against your thigh. 

“I was gonna try and be sweet with you…take my time…But then you had to go and pull that shit-” The knife was now thrown behind him as he turned you onto your hands and knees, the sound of his clothes being removed sending your eyes into a roll for what was to come.

“So now you’re gonna take me how I want and be fucking grateful I’m letting you have my cock at all after that stunt-”

“Rafe-”

“What’s that? No…You don’t get to fucking talk anymore. Not unless it’s to beg me-not that I’ll stop…But just because I love hearing it.”He growled before suddenly penetrating into you, your hips rammed into the wood of the steps and back into him, a painful continuation that didn’t find cessation in any aspect. 

And you loved it.

You loved the way he felt bottoming out inside of you, your pussy just as hungry for it as his cock had been, as well as how he was so rough after years of sexual tension amounting to this. This was what you wanted-however he wanted you, you’d succumb just to please him, just to feel him. 

“Fuck-” You grunted as he pounded against you, his stamina tiring your own as he showed no signs of stopping, only chuckling and grunting to your struggles. 

“You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” Before you could answer, he supplied one for you, “Yeah you do…Fucking whore…” 

“Rafe-”

“That’s okay, baby-you’re MY whore…” He soothed the sting of his words before forcing you harder against the steps. 

“Feel so fucking tight-shit!” He cursed, your fingers reaching for some form of release that he continuously denied you in his distance. Desperation led your hand to your clit as he was quick to apprehend. 

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you!’ He ordered as you whimpered. 

“Rafe, please! PLEASE!”

He growled into your shoulder,a slight indent of his teeth left behind into your skin, as he slowed. 

“You beg so fucking pretty…For that, I’ll listen-”

“I want to come-please…” You added the plea in the hope it would sweeten his reservations. But it only seemed to darken the lust behind his eyes. 

“You wanna come, baby?” His tone turned soft. “You want me to make you come?”

“God,YES!” 

“Tell me-”

“Rafe-” You whined as he pulled you to his chest. 

“You said some mean things, sweetheart…I need you to convince me to reward you for this…Otherwise, I’ll use you for myself…and as you can tell, I can do this ALL night…” You groaned at the idea. “So use your big girl words for me…and tell me…convince me…”

“Please, Rafe…Make me come-'' But you were left abandoned from his cock, a sucked breath taken behind his teeth as he positioned you over his lap. 

“Then work for it…” He grunted as you took hold of his shaft, aligning him to your entrance, as he slipped back into you with ease. 

“See how fucking wet you are! Shit! You're making It so easy but still so goddamn tight-Goddammit!” He admitted behind clenched teeth. 

“Thatta girl-Keep riding me like that-yeah-yeah-yeah!” He groaned into your shoulder, your bodies moving together at a murderous pace as he’d takehold of the back of your neck before guiding his hand to your clit. 

“I want you to come for me-come on my cock so I can feel you clench-come on…” His hand now tapped your cheek, a light slap validating his dominance as you moaned out a smirk as he’d repeat the process. 

“You like being used just for me? Fucked like this? Like a little whore?”

“YES!”

“Then. Fucking. Come.” You buckled over him, your clench prompting his own release as he'd leave marks into your skin by his grip, keeping you stilled as you recovered from your mutual tremors. 

“Rafe…Happy halloween-” You teased him as he scoffed before leading you into him with a deep French kiss. 

“But if you EVER pull shit like that again…You won’t get to touch me.” The fear of losing you now broadcast behind his eyes, he nodded. 

“We still have one more movie to finish…” You climbed off of him as he watched you in awe, the words on the tip of his tongue that he’d wanted to admit since he first felt them in his early adolescence. 

He loved you. 

He loved everything about how depraved anddemented you were; synonymous to him. 

But more than that, he loved that you were willing to be that FOR him. 

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

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[seredelgi]

Rafe Cameron in Outer Banks’ season 3 trailer, pt1

#rafe #rafe cameron #drew starkey #gifs #rafe mf cameron #obx3 #trailer #gifset #outer banks season 3 #smut #outer banks #pogues #kooks #king of kooks #rarry #barry and rafe #rafe and barry #nicholas cirillo #sarah cameron #john b #jj maybank #pope hayward #kiara carrera #cleo #riara

[multifandomworldsposts]

Dating John B would include....

(CREDITS TO OWNER OF GIF)

you playing with his hair & he loves it <3 

long walks on the beach 

let’s you wear his bandana 

showers together 

cuddling in the hammock 

you guys going surfing (he actually taught you how to surf)

he’s EXTREMELY protective!!

he said ‘I love you’ first

now lets talk about the sex

John loves to make love to you

he gives you hickey’s (your family hates it)

you'll sometimes scratch his back and JJ, Kiara, & Pope makes fun of him for it

you love to straddle him 

cuddles after sex

you just lay together

he’ll tell you stories, about his dad, & you’ll tell stories as well

you’ll fall asleep in his arms

#john b routledge #john b #obx #outerbanks #Netflix #kiara outer banks #john b x reader #john b x you #jj maybank #john b smut #pope outer banks #sarah cameron #john b x y/n #obx fic #obx x reader #outer banks netflix #obx pogues #obx kooks #kooks #pogues #fanfics #fanfic #outerbanks fanfiction

[beaniebeensbaby201]

JJ MAYBANK X John B's SISTER READER

Summary: JJ and Jenny have always liked each other. Though there is one rule that John B had set for all the pogues "no macking my sister." One night during a party, Jenny and JJ both had a passionate moment. Jenny and JJ tried their hardest to forget that moment at the kegger, but they started to become more affectionate, something that John B didn't like one bit.

Warnings: angst, cursing, heavy makeout, implied smut but not actual smut.

DO NOT COPY MY WORK YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION SO DON'T STEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jenny was sitting with JJ on the hammock. Her fingers were in his blonde hair as the gang tried to figure out what to do on a Friday night.

"We could go surfing?" Jenny suggested, but she earned moans of protest.

"Okay, no surfing." The girl sighed. She stops playing with the blonde boys hair, her legs were starting to cramp as the boy's back was resting on top of her chest. Their legs intertwined.

"What are you doing?" JJ whined when she started to get up from their position.

"My legs are dying, Jayj. I need to get up." John B raised an eyebrow at JJ. He was usually never this clingy around his sister.

JJ reluctantly let her get off the hammock, as she almost fell due to the numbness in her legs. A quiet gasp left her lips, only for JJ to hear when he caught her by the waist. His cold fingers touched her bare skin. She was in his favorite bikini that she knew he loved. It was a maroon bikini. The bottoms were a thong. Her top was a tube top, but she could add straps whenever she wanted to. She was wearing short black denim shirts, and there were tears on the back of it that showed her butt slightly from the rips.

The sun was beginning to set as JJ saw the girl standing to her full height. She stretched her body, making a moan, causing JJ to fluster a bit. JJ could see the tone muscles on her. His abs were beginning to show from all the surfing that she had been doing this past summer.

Her hair was down past her breasts. The sun made her look angelic. The sun kissed her skin, making her skin glow from the sun. He could see the freckles that littered across her cheeks. They looked identical to the ones that John B had, but hers were all over her face. She used to be embarrassed by the amount of freckles she had on her skin, but JJ would always make sure that she loved them just like he does.

Her body was littered in freckles. JJ would always connect her freckles with his fingers whenever they were alone. JJ would stay in the same bed as her whenever he'd stay over, but she had been feeling a certain way for the Maybank boy for a while. If she stays too long, she would do something that would ruin everything. John B was very clear to her from day one that they couldn't be together. JJ was always flirty with her, always needing physical touch from her. He always had to make her laugh and would always find a way to have at least three minutes to he alone with her.

She went to go sit near her brother, who was sitting next to Sarah on the porch. She sat on the fence, her legs dangling in the air.

"What's with you and JJ?" Jenny looked over at her brother and gives him a confused look.

"What do you mean?" The girl asks confused.

JJ looked over to see why they were talking about the two. JJ gets up with a groan when he hears kie laugh.

"He's so whipped." Pope said, as JJ gives him a glare. Pope and Kie didn't even try to hide their smiles.

"Why do we always fight about this?" The girl groaned at her older brother.

"Because! He's my best friend! He sleeps around with other girls and I know he'll just break your heart!" The girl takes a heavy breath of air.

"JB were just friends for fucking crying out loud! Why is it so hard to believe that?" Jenny growled, JJ stood near Kie, knowing if he went towards their argument it would only get worse.

"Do you see the way he looks at you? He looks at you the same way he looks at every other girl! He's just trying to get in bed with you! You two are staying away from each other." Jenny lets out a loud gasp, as JJ and the gang began to protest.

"John B what the fuck? I let you date Sarah, you know how I hated her and yet you still went behind my back!" She shouted, as she was face to face with her brother.

"That's different!" The girl scoffed, clenching her fists as she bites her bottom lip.

"Fuck you, that is not different! You still went behind my back and fucked her! Yet if I did that with JJ, you'd kick him out! But there isn't anything between me and him, alright?" Jenny's voice cracked, as her brother wasn't being fair at all.

Sarah herself felt guilty, as she bites her lower lip in between her teeth. Jenny pushed her brother harshly, causing him to stumble over his feet.

"I fucking hate you." Her voice low, venomous as she spoke. John B flinched at how the tone of her voice went.

"Stay away from me." She said everyone knew that was going for JJ when he was about to follow the Routledge girl into the chateau.

Kie was the one that ran after her best friend.

"Shit!" John B hissed as he sat down on the chair with his hands on his face.

"He's not being fair! It hurts so much, Kie. I want to be with him. I mean, you weren't there that night when we kissed. I've never felt that way about someone before, and JJ is all I could think about. I love him, Kie, but I can't be with him. It's just not fair." The girl sobbed as the Carrera girl hugged her.

Jenny and Kie stayed that way for a while. The girl pouring her broken heart out to the girl that was holding her.

A week has passed since JJ and Jenny have talked to one another. She saw JJ enter the chateau, his eyes were red, and bags rested under his eyes. His blue eyes barely held any color anymore. JJ looked up and noticed that she wasn't doing any better. But she was good at acting, something that she wanted to do when she grew up.

"Is John B here?" He croaked, Jenny clears her throat before she spoke.

"No, he and Sarah went food shopping. Kie is at the Wreck, and Pope is working." She whispered, not daring to look at the boy.

"Can we talk?" She shakes her head, turning back around to be face to face with JJ.

"Please!" JJ begged, tears falling out of his eyes and dripping on to his white g-tee(idk if I spelled that right lmfao).

"J, you know my brother will kill you if he saw you here." JJ shakes his head, as he decided to walk towards Jenny.

"Stay." He obeys, his breathing was labored along with Jenny's.

The sound of the twinkie pulling up interrupted the two. Jenny quickly made her way into her room, not wanting her brother to find out that she saw JJ.

"JJ, what are you doing here?" John B asked, as he was holding some bags of food in his hands.

"This is killing me, dude. I hadn't slept in over a week. My chest feels tighter, and I can't breathe half of the time. I can't even be in the same room as her because of you! I love her bro, and you just won't give me a chance to prove to you, to her that I love your fucking sister!" John B stayed silent, as JJ places a hand over his chest to steady his heart beat.

"I'm sorry, JJ, but I can't allow it." JJ started to swing his fist, a loud punching sound echoed, and a shrill scream coming from Sarah.

"What the fuck JJ!" Sarah shouted, as John B turned to the blonde girl behind him.

"Jenny was right. You are the worst brother." Sarah marches away from John B and JJ and into the house, to go to Jenny's room.

"John B, you know I only slept around to get her off my mind. I want a life with her, to marry her, to live the rest of my life with her. I'm not the type of guy you think I am JB!" JJ was desperate, John B couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. He didn't look good. He looked worse than his sister. His hair was disheveled, as if he hadn't gotten out of bed for weeks. He barely shows up at the chateau anymore, and when he does he barely utters a word.

"I have never begged you for anything in my life. I want to be fucking selfish for once in my life, to find my happiness. And you know I'm not the type with feelings, especially when it comes to shit like this!" He stutters out, his arms flexing as he spoke.

Jenny was standing nearby, as she was standing outside the chateau, wanting to know what the commotion was. Jenny was leaned against the doorframe of the chateau. Sarah was behind her peering over her shoulder, with her hands on her bicep.

"I love her John B. I am helplessly down right in love with Jenny Gina Routledge." Jenny's eyes teared up a bit as she tried not to cry. She sniffles a bit.

"JJ." Her voice caused JJ to stumble, as Jenny was standing at the doorframe watching the scene unfold.

JJ was staring at the Routledge girl, John B couldn't help but lose this time. He didn't even yell when Jenny started to run to JJ. His arms caught her as she jumped in them.

She didn't care if her brother was there. She just wanted to be with him. She places her hands against his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing on his lower lip. She stared into his ocean eyes. They stared at her with love. They were no longer full of sadness anymore. John B was shocked that JJ was actually in love with his sister. She leans in, their lips smashing each other's in a passionate kiss. Not a rough one, but one that would make your stomach tighten in knots. JJ had his hands underneath her thighs, as she had her legs wrapped around his waist still.

They pulled away, as they continued to stare into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Jen." He whispered, but John B was able to hear it. He looked up to see Sarah already looking at him. She waves her hand at John B to talk.

John B clears his throat. Causing the couple to let go of one another.

"Make sure you keep your door cracked at night. Also, don't make out whenever I'm around and no weird touches. I don't do that with Sarah around you, so that goes both ways. Got it?" Jenny let's go of JJ and runs to her brother. She hugs him tightly as she lets out a squeal.

"I love you, Birdy!" Jenny mocks her brother as JB pulls her away.

"Okay, Blue." Blue was a nickname their dad always called her, as she had the love for the ocean Big John would always call her Blue.

"Finally!" The gang turns around to see Sarah fangirling over the two of them.

"C’mon baby, let's go!" JJ slaps her ass as she lets out a squeal, causing John B to already regret everything.

JJ and Jenny run towards JJ's dirtbike as JJ stops her, and he kisses her. His hands were groping her butt as he kissed her deeper this time. John B was in the chateau already watching with Sarah, John B covered his eyes as JJ's tongue started going down his sister's throat.

"I love you." JJ says breathlessly from the kiss.

Her doe eyes staring up at him, as she still couldn't believe this was real.

"Take me out on a date, JJ. Most specifically, the Wreck, let's see Kie's reaction." JJ was on board with the idea, as they drove to the Wreck.

They walked hand in hand when they saw Kie. Kie saw the two and screamed. Everyone looked over as did Mike.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Mike shouted as he saw that they were finally together.

"Holy fucking crap. Finally!" Jenny laughed at Kie as she stared up at JJ with love in her eyes.

"JJ had to do a lot of convincing. " kie rolls her eyes as she has a smile on her lips.

"Treat her good Jayj, or you're dead." jj rolls his eyes at the girl, but laughs anyways.

#tumblr fyp #jj mayback imagine #jj x routledge sister! reader #im a simp for ma boy JJ #obx imagines #pogues #kooks #john b x sister reader #kie x platonic reader #sarah x platonic reader

[drewsephrry]

you have to do a kook one now jo!! no pressure though ofc!!! just when you get to it :))) love you babe

kook life

(instagram stories)

hope yall like it!! especially you anna!! 💗

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #madelyn cline #sarah cameron #topper thornton #austin north #kooks #the kooks #figure eight #kelce obx #deion smith

[notbadweird]

Random Thing I Caught While Editing…LOOK AT THE TAN ON JJ’S LEGS. I ALWAYS LOOKED AT KIE AT THIS SCENE, NEVER HIM.

Just Thought It Was Funny

#jiara #jj maybank #kiara carrera #madison bailey #rudy pankow #obx #outer banks #outerbanks #netflix #jarah #cleope #john b routledge #pope heyward #chase stokes #jonathan daviss #carlacia grant #cleo obx #pilot #pogues #kooks #jj x kiara #kiara x jj #jj maybank x kiara carrera #kiara carrera x jj maybank #tan line #tan

[crookshankscrew]

John B

Rafe

yes, I am a millennial with an Instagram for my dog and it’s the one place I can have fun besides tumblr. This is Loki and he is a Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog!

you can follow him here

#obx #great pyrenees #mountain dog #kooks #pogues #john b routledge #rafe cameron #outer banks

[daisymintt]

Was watching Outerbanks when it hit me: Pogue and Kook would be pretty good clone trooper OC names. Kinda tempted to make them now!

#clone centric #sw clone wars #clone trooper #clone troopers #clone oc #clone trooper oc #clone trooper ocs #clone ocs #oc #star wars oc #star wars ocs #oc ideas #the pogues #obx pogues #outer banks pogues #pogues for life #Pogue #obx #obx kooks #the kooks #kooks #bad batch #the bad batch #sw tbb #sw bad batch

[vividracing]

New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/top-8-best-mods-for-a-800-hp-c7-z06-corvette/

Top 8 Best Mods for a 800+ HP C7 Z06 Corvette

If you’re looking to take your Corvette’s power and presence to the next level, you’ve come to the right place. In this guide, we’ll explore the top 8 best mods that can transform your Z06 into an 800+ horsepower beast, unleashing its full potential on the track or the street.

From enhancing exhaust notes to optimizing engine performance and improving traction, each of these mods plays a crucial role in elevating your driving experience. Whether you’re a seasoned enthusiast or just diving into the world of automotive upgrades, these carefully selected parts and accessories are sure to make a significant impact on your Corvette’s performance and aesthetics.

So buckle up, rev your engines, and let’s dive into the details of the Kooks Headers, Kooks X-Pipe, Borla ATAK Axleback exhaust, Cordes Performance upgrades including the 2.30″ LT4 Upper Pulley Kit and Engine Bay Ice Tank, the Low Side Fuel System for optimal fuel delivery, the traction-boosting Mickey Thompson Et Street SS Tires, and the stylish yet functional Forgestar D5 Drag Wheels. Get ready to experience the thrill of pushing your C7 Z06 Corvette to new heights!

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1.) Kooks 1-7/8″ x 2″ x 3″ Stainless Steel Headers Chevrolet Corvette C7 2014-2019

  When it comes to elevating your Corvette’s performance, few names carry as much weight as Kooks Headers and Exhaust. With a legacy spanning over 50 years, Kooks has solidified its position as a leader in the High Performance Exhaust Industry since 1962. What sets Kooks apart is not just their reputation but their unwavering commitment to delivering top-notch headers and exhaust systems for street, race, and off-road applications.

The accolades speak for themselves – Kooks has secured hundreds of championships and set numerous records across renowned racing organizations like NHRA, IHRA, NMCA, NMRA, NASCAR, NASA, SCCA, and many others. This level of success is a testament to the quality and performance of Kooks products.

What makes Kooks truly special is their dedication to craftsmanship and American manufacturing. With three generations of family leadership at the helm, every Kooks product is handcrafted right here in the USA. This commitment to quality control and precision ensures that every header and exhaust system that bears the Kooks name meets the highest standards of excellence.

The Kooks Headers and Exhaust kit for the C7 Corvette includes a 1-7/8″ x 2″ x 3″ Stainless Steel Long Tube Header, Cometic Multi-Layer Gaskets, Stage 8 Header Bolts, O2 Extensions, and Torca Clamps. Crafted from premium 304 Stainless Steel, these components not only offer exceptional durability but also add a touch of aesthetic appeal with their stainless steel finish.

Fitment is seamless for various Corvette models, including the Chevrolet Corvette C7 LT1 6.2L (2014-2019), Chevrolet Corvette C7 Z06/Z07 LT4 6.2L (2015-2019), and Chevrolet Corvette C7 ZR1 LT5 6.2L (2019).

So, if you’re ready to “Get Kookin with KOOKS!” and experience a performance boost like never before, the Kooks Headers and Exhaust system is a must-have addition to your C7 Corvette.

2.) Kooks OEM X 3 X 2 3/4 (OEM) C7 X Pipe Chevrolet Corvette C7 6.2L -All models 2014-2019

Upgrade your Chevrolet Corvette C7’s exhaust system with the high-performance Kooks X-Pipe. Crafted from T-304 Aircraft Quality Steel, this 3″ x 3″ X-Pipe optimizes exhaust gas flow for maximum power and a thrilling exhaust note.

Features:

OEM x 3″ Front connections to factory catalytic converter

3″ x 3″ X-Pipe

3″ x 2 3/4″ Mid-Pipes. Connects to 2 3/4″ OEM Style Exhaust.

Benefits:

Enhanced engine efficiency with reduced back pressure

Dyno and race-tested for optimal performance

Direct fitment for Chevrolet Corvette C7 6.2L models 2014-2019

Limited lifetime warranty to the original purchaser

Note: Designed for off-road use only and not CARB compliant for California.

Experience over fifty years of exhaust system craftsmanship with the Kooks X-Pipe, delivering power and performance for your Corvette C7.

3.) Borla ATAK Axleback Exhaust System Chevrolet 6.2L V8

The Borla ATAK Axleback exhaust system is the ideal companion to your Kooks X-Pipe and Headers upgrade for the Chevrolet Corvette C7, offering a seamless integration that results in a host of performance benefits. Together, these high-performance exhaust components optimize exhaust flow, reduce back pressure, and improve engine efficiency, translating into a noticeable increase in horsepower and torque for exhilarating acceleration. What truly sets this combination apart is the distinctive Borla Sound of Power, delivering an aggressive yet refined exhaust note that not only enhances driving excitement but also sets your Corvette apart from the crowd. Crafted from polished T-304 stainless steel, the Borla exhaust system not only ensures premium quality and durability but also adds a touch of visual appeal to your Corvette’s rear end. With precision CNC manufacturing and Borla’s Million-Mile Warranty backing, you can trust that your exhaust system will fit perfectly and be covered for the long haul. Together, the Kooks X-Pipe and Headers with the Borla ATAK Axleback exhaust unleash the full potential of your Corvette C7, offering an unmatched driving experience that’s as thrilling as it is refined.

4.) Cordes Performance 2.30″ LT4 Upper Pulley Kit Chevrolet Corvette 2014-2021

Upgrade your Chevrolet Corvette’s performance with the Cordes Performance 2.30″ LT4 Upper Pulley Kit, designed specifically for models from 2014 to 2021. This kit offers a significant improvement by reducing the pulley size from the OEM 2.5 inches to a 2.3-inch diameter, resulting in a boost of 2-3 psi over stock levels. Included in the kit are essential components such as a press-on hub, 10 titanium torx bolts for secure installation, and the pulley itself featuring the newest griptec finish for enhanced traction and durability. Notably, the OEM belt can be reused if you have a stock-size lower, ensuring compatibility and ease of installation. This kit is compatible with all LT4 superchargers, making it a versatile and effective upgrade for unlocking additional power and performance from your Corvette’s engine. Experience improved boost levels and overall driving excitement with the Cordes Performance 2.30″ LT4 Upper Pulley Kit, tailored to elevate your Corvette’s performance to new heights.

5.) Cordes Performance Engine Bay Ice Tank Chevrolet Corvette 2014-2021

Elevate your Chevrolet Corvette’s cooling capabilities with the Cordes Performance Engine Bay Ice Tank designed for models from 2014 to 2021. Cordes Performance Racing, renowned as the premier GM LTX/LTX motorsports company in Arizona, brings a wealth of expertise and passion to every product they offer. As a family-run business deeply committed to performance excellence, Cordes Performance Racing not only focuses on building high-level performing vehicles but also prioritizes the overall presentation, ensuring that you’re proud to showcase your Corvette. The Engine Bay Ice Tank is no exception, crafted using the highest-quality components to deliver optimal cooling efficiency and performance reliability. By maintaining lower engine temperatures, especially during high-performance driving or track sessions, this ice tank ensures that your Corvette operates at the peak of its performance, providing consistent power delivery and reliability. Trust Cordes Performance Racing to go above and beyond in enhancing your Corvette’s cooling system, enabling you to push the limits with confidence and enjoy an exhilarating driving experience every time you hit the road or track.

6.) Cordes Performance Low Side Fuel System Chevrolet Corvette 2014-2021

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Enhance the fuel delivery and performance of your Chevrolet Corvette from 2014 to 2021 with the Cordes Performance Low Side Fuel System. Cordes Performance Racing stands as the premier GM LTX/LTX motorsports company in Arizona, driven by a deep passion for excellence in automotive performance. As a family-run business, Cordes Performance Racing not only focuses on building high-level performing vehicles but also emphasizes an overall presentation that you’ll be proud to showcase. The Low Side Fuel System exemplifies this commitment, utilizing only the highest-quality components to ensure optimal fuel delivery and engine performance. Compatible with Chevrolet Corvette C7 models from 2014 to 2021, including the C7ZO6 and C7ZR1 variants, this fuel system upgrade is designed to keep your vehicle at the peak of its performance, providing consistent fuel delivery and power output. Trust Cordes Performance Racing to go the extra mile in upgrading your Corvette’s fuel system, delivering reliability and performance that you can count on for every drive.

7.) Forgestar D5 Drag Wheel 18×12 5×120.65 50mm Gloss Black w/ Machined Lip

The Forgestar D5 Drag Wheel in 18×12 size with a 5×120.65 bolt pattern and 50mm offset is a game-changer for high-performance builds like the 800hp C7 Z06 Corvette. Forgestar performance wheels are renowned for bridging the gap between forged and cast wheels, delivering exceptional strength and lightweight characteristics crucial for demanding applications. Using an innovative rotary formed production process, Forgestar creates a lightweight cast wheel with strength and impact values comparable to forged wheels, making them ideal for street, racing, and drag racing applications. The Drag Wheel variant is drag strip approved with SFI 15.1 and 15.2 ratings, ensuring top-notch safety and performance standards. The wheel features a rotary forged flow-formed barrel, monoblock construction, and a Gloss Black finish with a machined lip, combining aesthetics with functionality. Its lightweight design not only enhances acceleration and handling but also clears big brake kits for improved stopping power. The raised center cap adds axle clearance convenience, while bead knurling ensures secure tire fitment. With a load rating of 1600 lbs and meticulous attention to detail in construction, the Forgestar D5 Drag Wheel is a must-have for high-performance enthusiasts looking to maximize their C7 Z06 Corvette’s potential on the drag strip and beyond.

Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S Tire – P345/35R18

The Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S Tire in P345/35R18 size is a high-performance street-to-strip tire designed for enthusiasts seeking exceptional traction on both the street and the drag strip. Featuring radial construction and the renowned R2 compound, this tire delivers superior performance in 15- to 20-inch fitments. It is D.O.T. approved for street use, making it a versatile choice for daily driving and track days alike. The ET Street S/S tire boasts an equivalent tread void as the ET Street Radial II but with improved hydroplane resistance, ensuring excellent dry traction while maintaining safety in wet conditions. The proven R2 compound, also used in top “drag radials,” provides superior traction at the strip, often requiring minimal or no burnout for optimal performance. Tubeless construction adds convenience with a leak-free seal, eliminating the need for tubes. With specifications like a centerline tread depth of 6.0/32″, an inflated overall diameter of 27.8 inches, and a maximum rim width of 13.5 inches, this tire offers a perfect balance of performance and durability. Whether you’re hitting the drag strip or cruising the streets, the Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S Tire is the ideal choice for enthusiasts seeking exceptional traction and performance in a street-legal package.

By combining top-notch performance upgrades from industry leaders, the Chevrolet Corvette C7 Z06 transforms into an 800hp powerhouse ready to dominate the streets and the track. The Kooks Headers and Exhaust system, along with the Borla ATAK Axleback exhaust, not only optimize exhaust flow but also enhance the aggressive exhaust note, while the Cordes Performance 2.30″ LT4 Upper Pulley Kit and Engine Bay Ice Tank ensure optimal engine cooling and power delivery. The Cordes Performance Low Side Fuel System keeps fuel delivery consistent, while the Forgestar D5 Drag Wheels and Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S Tires provide traction and stability necessary for harnessing the massive power output. Together, these meticulously selected upgrades create a harmonious synergy, elevating the Corvette C7 Z06 to 800hp and delivering an exhilarating driving experience that’s as thrilling as it is refined.

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Step Aside: 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is pretty long, does not follow OBX3 plot, arguing, slight trauma/ptsd?, not much here!

A/N: this is the house used in this fic…

You can read part 1 here!

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2 months ago

“Are you done packing?” My dad asked from the bottom of the stairs, his voice echoing throughout our now empty house that I spent my whole childhood in.

“Yeah! Taping up the last box!” I yelled down from my room that no longer had posters and the ugly out-of-style paint.

I carefully dragged the box to the stairs, letting it roll down to the bottom where my dad carried it into the rented Uhaul. 

This was it. This was the last time I would ever live here. I’ve said my goodbyes to all my friends, the workers at my favorite cafe, the local florist that I always buy from. 

A clean slate. At least that’s what my parents said when they told me that we were moving to the house of my great-great-great grandfather in North Carolina. 

I was lucky enough that moving didn’t disturb my life as much. I didn't have to transfer colleges, due to my parents teaching me what is needed to keep up our family business when the time comes. All my friends go to university out of state so we were already used to saying goodbye after every break. 

I was taught not to get attached to materialistic things, the house being one of them. I was told that I should just be grateful and blessed that we had a roof over our heads and that we are fortunate enough to not have to worry about financial stability. 

I stepped out of the house, closing and locking the door behind me. My eyes scan over all of the little memories that have been covered up by a new layer of paint to give it a fresh look for the new owners. 

My relaxed sad state was ended by the honks of my dad in the Uhaul, telling me to jump into the family car that my mom was using to follow behind my dad to our new estate.

The drive was long with many bathroom breaks and sleeps at truck stops. I’ve been keeping up with the news in the area we are going to be living in. I guess a lot of teens create lots of trouble there, a church set on fire, lots of fights, and more.

The roadtrip came to an end when we pulled up to the historical house of The Outerbanks. It was huge, way larger than our old house. This house screamed Old Money, private driveway, private beach, it was money.

I’ve done my fair share of research on our family history here in the Outerbanks. My stomach turned at the disgusting history, and also at the sight of the house that held so many bad memories for other families. 

“You can pick out your room” My mom tiredly said as she put the car in park.

I nodded and stepped out of the car with a stretch to loosen up my muscles. I walked into the house with wide eyes and uncomfortableness. I definitely needed to cleanse this house with incense or call a priest over. 

I walked up the many stairs of the three floor house. I learned that it was a nine bedroom house and that it has ten bathrooms. Who needs that many bathrooms?

I settled for the suite bedroom on the top floor with the wrap around balcony, but across the house from my parents. My new bedroom had many windows, it was huge and had a view of the pool and the beach from the balcony.

knock knock.

I turned to the door of my room, seeing my mom leaning on the frame.

“We have dinner with an old friend of ours and their family, your dad has some of your boxes by the door.” she said before leaving to get herself ready in their room.

After a couple hours of trying to get my heavy boxes up three floors and getting ready, I was finally done. I was told to dress nice for this occasion since it was at a nice restaurant, so I just had to breakout the basic neutral dress that goes with anything.

I hopped into the family car with my parents and we were off to the restaurant. 

“So when is my ca-”

“Your car is arriving in a couple of days and the rest of your furniture in arriving tomorrow so you’ll be sleeping on an air mattress.” my dad listed out as he drove in the sunset sky.

We pulled up the restaurant and met my parents old friends and their son.

“And this is our son Kelce.” his dad gripped him by his shoulders, holding him in front with a smile.

“Y/N.” I shook the boys had before we all sat down in our seats.

That's where it began. Kelce was the only friend at the time so his friends took me in. I partied at the Mase with Topper and their girl friends. 

Topper and Kelce quickly told me the difference between Kooks and Pogues, and how to stay away from the Cut unless I need some weed or coke. 

When they found out I was the descendant of the founder of OBX, the news spread like fire. Everyone started inviting my family to dinners to network, their kids invited me to parties. 

When I threw the first party at my house everyone was in shock by the size. They saw our cars in the garage, the multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, the massive fridge, and very aged wine. That’s when I was hailed the “Kook Queen”. 

I quickly found out that one of the teens missing from Kildare was Toppers ex and the rest were Pogues. This town never amazed me with their secrets and news.

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Present time

“Rafe Cameron huh?” I chuckled as I leaned into the bar.

Sofia playfully rolled her eyes at me. “It’s just a little play thing.” she whispered out as she shook another persons drink.

“Well I have a meeting with your little play thing and he is late.” I shook my head as I looked down at my watch.

“He’s a busy man.” she defended him.

“And there’s your busy play thing. Thank you Sof.” I sent her a smile as I placed down a 50 bill for just one drink.

Rafe walked towards me, a smile on his face as he saw Sofia working behind the bar. 

“Sofia, his drink is on my tab.” I told her before she put the bill into the till.

“Y/N.” he shook my hand firmly. “You don't have to.”

“It’s just business.” I nodded as Sofia placed Rafe's usual on the counter. “Shall we?”

He nodded and I led him to a secluded area of the outdoor seating. We both sat down away from the loud crowds.

“I got the word that the Cross of Santo Domingo is arriving tonight.” I spoke out as I crossed my legs and sat up straight.

His body tensed. “Where’d you get that information?” 

“Lets just say I do a lot of networking.” I smiled into my chilled glass.

“Okay okay. What is it you want?” he leaned into the table, sweat beading on his forehead.

“That is top secret. What we can discuss is price. I know your dad said t-”

“SH-” he jumped up out of his seat to cover my mouth with his palm. Everyones eyes were on us.

My hand went to his, pulling it off of my mouth. “It’s all good everyone, Rafe here just didn't like the joke I was saying.” I smiled to everyone and waved it off as they all went back to their own conversations. 

Rafe sat there with his leg bouncing and his hand rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I can see you’re not up for this conversation yet. How about we talk about it tonight?” I stood up and fixed my outfit. 

“Tonight?” he stood up in front of me, his body towering.

“You can have your boys bring it to my house at 9:30, party starts at 10. Then we can discuss in private.” I patted his shoulder and waved to Sofia in the distance.

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It wasn't hard getting the house ready for the party. My parents had rules set and everyone followed those rules.

Rule 1: Everyone stays by the pool or beach unless they have to use the bathroom

Rule 2: No wet, sandy, or muddy shoes in the house

Rule 3: No sex in the house (go further down the beach for that)

That was it. My parents were always having dinners with other parents, traveling for meetings, et cetera et cetera.

It was 9:30 and the planners just finished setting out all the booze and other fun stuff out on patio. I had the music blasting already while some of my other friends were already here to make sure things stay safe while I have my meeting.

The doorbell rang and I immediately went to open it. Barry and Rafe had a large crate on a dolly, you can tell how it was just the two of them because of their sweat and red faces.

I opened up the door wider and showed them to the office on the first floor. They set down the crate on the floor, about to open up the wood.

“Let’s not do that now.” I stopped them by getting hold of the crowbars.

They both looked at me confused and wondering why I didn't want to talk business.

“Have some fun first. Loosen up.” I grabbed both of their shoulders and walked them out of the office, making sure to lock the door.

“Okay we can do that.” Rafe nodded repeatedly. 

I walked in front of them as the two boys followed behind me. More and more people began to show up and started to dance and talk by the pool. Some already in the pool and drinks in hand.

The music was blasting and people were jumping into the pool at this point in the night.

“Here are the drink selections, but if you guys want anything special just like me know.” I went behind the bar and started to mix a drink for myself.

“Need some help?” a voice asked from next to me.

I turn and see Sofia out of her uniform and in a more relaxed outfit with her bathing suit under.

“No you just got off work, relax!” I smiled to her before pointing to the seat in front of the bar.

Rafe and her started talking while I went ahead and made Rafe a drink, Barry already nursing a beer. Once I was done, I poured Rafe's drink into a cup and pushed it towards him.

“A mai tai?” his eyebrows furrowed while he took a sip.

“You seem like a mai tai guy.” I said as I rounded towards the boys and Sofia. 

“It’s my go-to drink.” he hummed into the cup.

“How are you liking the OBX so far?” Sofia asked, her arm wrapped around Rafes middle.

“The people are okay, the views are beautiful though!” Sof and I laughed together. “We will be right back. I have business to discuss.”

“Wait I thought you guys already had a meeting earlier?” Sofia looked up to Rafe with her eyebrows now furrowed.

“Mr. Cameron keeping racking the price up, but we’ll be quick I promise!” I squeezed her arm before leading Rafe and Barry into the house again.

I locked the office door behind us, making sure nobody went and interrupted this meeting.

“Open in.” I handed the two boys their crowbars.

The wood cracked and the nails were released, a sheet of canvas cloth covering the artifact. I pulled away the cloth and revealed the beautiful gold cross, the gold and crystals shined bright.

“How’d you know my dad is alive?” Rafe snapped, his whole persona changing.

“I never said he was. From what I heard was that his dying wish was for the cross to be donated to a museum, but thank you for cleaning up my suspicion.” I smiled up at him as I crouched down to inspect the cross.

“Why am I meeting with you and not your dad?” he asked, Barry just stood quietly leaning against the desk.

“Wow Rafe, your misogyny is showing. Better hide that before Sofia see’s it.” I knew how to talk to guys who thought they were the shit, it was easy to put them in their place.

I stood back up almost chest to chest with him, his heavy breath fanned against my face. “You’re meeting with me because I am in charge of historical artifacts, my dad is takes care of historical landmarks, and my mom takes care of the science part of all this.”

His shoulders relaxed and he backed away. I motioned for both of them to sit in the two seats in front of the desk as I sat in the big girl chair.

“Why does your dad want to donate it?” I crossed my legs as I opened the drawer to find anything to use to inspect further.

“Because he is a good man and wants it to be seen by others.” Rafe spat out quickly, Barry chuckled beside him which he didn't like.

“Rafe. I am on your side here, I know a lot about you, your dad, your sisters, especially Sarah.” His body straightened up at the sound of his sisters name. “I just want the truth.”

“Are you with Singh?” his eyes were wide and his fists were clenched.

“Who the fuck is Singh?” my own eyes were wide and I looked at Barry to see if he knew what he was talking about but he was confused too.

“Ay don't look a’me” Barry put his hands up in defense.

“Dude, my family is just trying to make money from other rich people.” I pulled out files with profiles of my other buyers. “These people buy shit like this, just for shits and giggles.”

“How does this work?” he pointed between us.

“I have a client that wants to see it. If they buy it, and it’s a big if, then I get 30 percent and you get the rest.” I crossed my arms and leaned back into the leather chair.

“Who’s your client?”

“I can’t say.” 

“I need to know. I need to do a whole background check on them, see if they’re connected to Singh.” Rafe listed all of these things rushed.

“Again with Singh! Who even is that guy?” I sighed as I took a sip of my room temperature drink.

“You shouldn't be in this business. I shouldn’t have brought the cross here.” Rafe stood up and his hands ran all over his face.

Barry stood up also, not knowing what to do and how to deal with Rafe.

“Rafe, calm down.” I stood up and walked over to him, trying to see if he was just fucking around.

“Calm down?” He yelled out. His voice making me flinch back into Barrys chest, his hands keeping me up. “I saw him kill a man! Singh is dangerous, y-you can't be caught up in this.”

My eyes searched his face to see if he was lying.

“Singh held me hostage and almost killed me because of this!”

I knew he was telling the truth. Nobody would take it this far.

“It’s just a stupid cross.” I tried to smile to lighten up the mood.

“It’s more than a cross okay? Way more than a cross.” his fingers rubbed over his lips.

“Think about it. This cross is worth 1 billion dollars, if you two are splitting the price after my share, both of you would get 400 million.” I looked at both of them with hope in my eyes. “We can do background checks, anything to keep everyone safe.”

His body looked over the cross that laid in the wooden crate, the gears in his mind moving in many directions. 

“I want a full background check on your client, their family, their friends, old teachers and classmates, everything. Anything that connects to Singh, I want nothing to do with it.” he looked back at me with worried eyes, the winkles on between his brow showed his much stress he’s been through.

“Deal.” I held out my hand.

He fully turned to me and shook my hand firmly, his arm tugging my closer to him so his mouth was close to my ear. “I’d take every precaution. Watch your back and don't trust anyone.”

“You’re not the only one who’s dealt with crazy billionaires.” I smiled up at him as I let go of his hand and backed away. “Load it up and hide it.”

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