#sarah shut up challenge

[lordgolden]

#wayne shut the fuck up challenge!!!! #sarah reads mistborn #bands of mourning #mistborn era 2

[readingwriter92]

I basically only use good reads to keep track of what I’ve read all year but like. I love how every year without fail it’s year goal feature (ie. the only. Thing. I use. It. For.) always breaks.

Like. I could understand like one year. But then maybe fix it?

#I’m not saying I’m prefect or know what can be done but like #also. shouldnt it just be able to know hey. new year #and it’s a big app so if it’s a too many people issue. you should probably also deal with that #like. idk I just think it’s funny how when I open the app it tells me I’ve read 78 books for my 2023 reading challenge and also wants to #show me my 2022 year in review #also. that like. when I click into 2023 supposed books read it shows me 2022 #I just think it’s a strange issue #shut up sarah

[squirmhoney]

A Heavy Hand

A/N: For all of you that follow me I’m sorry that this isn’t my normal house of dragon/DC comic fics but this has been swirling around in my head and just needed to come out. Warnings: Dark. Non Con. Dub Con. Step-Siblings. Smut. Violence. Degradation. 18+ Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Step-sister! Reader Word Count: 3k+

Rafe's hand on your thigh was heavy, impossible to get off no matter how many times you had tried. It's not like you could make a scene at the dinner table with so many people around, Rafe would only find a way to weasel himself in a lie to your parents. Normally they would believe you over him but lately you had been acting up, hanging out with the wrong crowd of people and Rafe had been the one to rat you out to your parents.

After everything with Sarah, your mother was livid to find out you had been hanging around the cut. But your step dad, it had cut his open wound deep to think he could have another daughter that would abandon him in his time of need. They said you were house bound until they knew they could trust you again, making Rafe the main person to watch over you.

He seemed to happy about it. His lips turning up into a wide grin on his face when your parents turned their backs away. The same one that adorned his face now as his hand shifted a little higher up your bare thigh.

You had to clamp your thighs together, crossing your legs over to make sure Rafe couldn't go any further. With that the smile dropped from his face, he turned to you with an uneasy stare that you couldn’t totally read. He didn't seem upset, no, his expression seemed to be enticing you to challenge him as he leaned closer to you.

"I'm going to need that hand back if I'm going to eat," Rafe whispered, raising his eyebrows at you.

There was no arguing that so with a slight bit of hesitation you unwrapped your legs, giving him the room to move his hand away. But of course you shouldn't have trusted Rafe because the second he had space, his hand slipped higher, pinky finger grazing the fabric of your underwear.

"Rafe," you yelped, thighs shutting on his hand again.

"Y/N," Ward called across the table, looking over to the pair of you. His tone was stern and his glare was heavy as if he was warning you to not to act out of line again.

"We were just messing around," Rafe was quick to reply, playing the best older brother. The one you had never seen in your years of growing up around him. "It was my fault, Dad."

Ward brushed it off, nodding his head and turning back to his guests.

"That didn't go well for you," Rafe's voice was low as he spoke under his breath, only for you to hear. "Going to have to start behaving a bit better if you want them to trust you again."

"Go to hell," you hissed at him, trying to really push his hand away.

All you did was make it worse for yourself, hoping by parting your legs slightly you would be able to force his hand away but instead he used it to his advantage. His hand cupped your covered pussy, rubbing his fingers over the material for a second, before finally pulling away. But the second was long enough to see the way your lips parted in inaudible sigh and how your nipples pebbled through the fabric of your t-shirt.

It was enough for that smirk to be plastered on Rafe's face all over again. As if he had won some sort of game, that you didn't even realise you had been playing.

*

"Aren't you happy to have a little bit of freedom?"

"It's not really freedom when I'll be hovering around you and your dick head friends all night," you retorted, rolling your eyes.

Rafe was amused by your response, it seemed he was amused by everything you did these days. The sort of amusement he derived from  having some sort of control over you and your life.

You wanted to be anywhere but in his truck driving to the beach with him. But Rafe had somehow convinced Ward that under his supervision you would be fine out and about. He'd make sure not to let you out of his sight, he had promised.

"Fresh air, the ocean, drinks," Rafe listed, tapping on the steering wheel. "Isn't that the sort of things Pogues like?"

"I'm pretty sure everyone from Outerbanks likes those things, Rafe," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "I just don't think some enjoy it so much when they have to do it with their older brother they don't get along with."

"Step-brother," Rafe was quick to snap, tone icy as he glared at the road ahead.

"Your dad is married to my mum so legally we are siblings," your voice picked up, finally ready to let out your weeks worth of rage. "Step siblings or not it doesn't give you the right to touch me the way you have."

"Acting like you don't like it," Rafe sneered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

You barely heard him and as much as you were gearing yourself up to yell at him some more, to get him to repeat what he had just said, he was quick to cut you off.

"No running off today," Rafe barked at you with a pointed finger like you were some dog. "In my line of sight at all times. A Pogue even looks in your direction and you come stand by me. Understand?"

You didn't even dignify him with a response, rolling your eyes once again.

But Rafe wasn't here for your attitude and he made that clear by pinching your cheeks with his hand and twisting your face towards him. "Understand?"

"Yeah," you nodded, voice faltering at his stern tone. "Whatever."

Rafe took a second before letting your face go, holding you in place for a moment as he took in the sight of your body. You felt a cool shiver across your body at the way Rafe checked you out, his jaw clenching once it reached where your skirt cut off at your thighs.

"Pretty thing," Rafe commented, not giving you a moment to respond as he hopped out his truck.

You hated the way he called you that as if you were some sort of play thing he already had in his pocket. But more importantly you hated the way it made you feel, heat flooding your body at the words.

*

At all times of the night there were eyes on you, if they weren't Rafe's eyes, they were Topper's or Kelce's. You were sure he had told them of your rendezvous with the other side of the island, making it clear you were to be watched at all times.

It was no use anyway with Rafe so close no Pogue dared to step within a hundred metre radius of your spot. Which you hadn't really minded anyway, spending most of the time drinking with a few friends you had gone to school with.

The party even seemed enjoyable for most of the night, everything going smoothly even with Rafe's eyes staring daggers into your back. Until you broke his rules, slipping away for a second to get a refill on your drink.

You hadn't thought when you tried to search down another keg, not even realising that you had slipped away from Rafe and his friends when you finally found one still in use. You didn't realise until a familiar warm smile came into sight, arms wrapping around you without even giving you a chance to register they were there.

"I've missed you so much," Sarah gleamed, pulling you tight into her chest. "I didn't know when I would see you again."

You reciprocated the hug, glad to see your sister after a few weeks of no contact. Happy to know that she was still doing somewhat alright.

"I've missed you too," you replied, finally letting go over each other.

"Why haven't I seen you in ages?" Sarah asked, genuinely concerned as her eyes widened at you.

"I'm house bound mostly," you told her, frowning at the subject. "Courtesy of Rafe." It was only then did you realise you had stumbled away from him, eyes darting round not able to see him anywhere. "Fuck."

"Hey, you know you really should be careful around Rafe," Sarah's voice was shaken, fearful as she spoke. "He's dangerous."

"He's psychotic, I'll give him that," you laughed, not bothering to look around for him anymore. "And I sure bet he's going to have a field day when he finds me here."

"No, seriously Y/N," Sarah's hand grips onto your wrist harshly, bringing your attention back to her. "You shouldn't be anywhere near him."

"You're sounding crazy, Sarah," you told her, eyebrows furrowing at her fearful state. "What happened?"

There wasn't enough time to answer when the rest of her friends showed up behind her. They gave you a small smile but John B was quick to to place his hand out for Sarah to take.

"Let's go," he said, pulling her away.

"Well bye then," you waved her off, scoffing at the way they all just walked away.

An uneasiness settled in your stomach as you made your way back to where Rafe might still be, drink long forgotten once you finally reached him.

You didn't know how to read Rafe when he found you, his body tense once he reached you. But there was a cool demeanour about him, a sort of façade you were sure he was putting up as he stood before you.

"Truck, now," he snapped, placing a hand on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd.

You didn't even know what to prepare yourself for when you got back to the car, but when you were out of sight of the crowd you weren't surprised when Rafe gripped onto your arm to drag you back to the truck.

"You really can't follow simple rules," Rafe's tone was something you never had heard before and at first you really couldn't pin point exactly what it was. "Have to wonder off to go find some Pogue to open your legs for. I bet you love being a little slut for them, huh?"

"I am not a slut," you yelled at him, slapping against his chest with your hand. "It wasn't even like that."

"Tell me exactly what it was like. Tell me how it took you like three drinks to go in search for some attention like the whore you are," Rafe gripped onto you harder, as if the thought of it was making him angrier. "I bet that's all you need, some dick and some attention, then you won't go crawling back to your beloved Pogues."

"It isn't like that," you screamed, feeling yourself become choked up from the comments he was making. You didn't even know why you felt such a need to defend yourself against him about it.

But that's when you finally pinpointed the venom that he was spitting from his mouth. It was jealousy, the thought of you being with someone else but not just anyone, a Pogue. At first you thought his attempts at groping you inappropriately or looking at you in certain ways was just another way to amuse himself by winding you up. But no, he really wanted you. And his next actions proved it even further.

"Get in," Rafe commanded, throwing the back car door open and shoving you inside.

You didn't even protest against him, scattering to the other side of the seats. You hadn't even thought why he had placed you in the back, not even questioned it until his hands started to unbutton his shorts in front of you.

He couldn't really be doing what you thought he was doing, there was no way. You were still parked up by the beach, away from the crowd but anyone could still walk or drive up beside you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, face completely dropping when he started to climb in beside you.

"Seeing as Dad and Rose's punishment clearly isn't working, I think it's time for me to make my own," Rafe seemed so sure about the words that fell out of his mouth, closing the door behind him. "Maybe then you'll listen."

"Rafe, you're joking right?" You were still in disbelief, bringing your knees up to your chest to shield yourself away from him. "You got your message across. Okay? I won't go anywhere near the cut again."

"Those words are like sweet music to my ear," Rafe grinned from ear to ear, yanking you down by your foot. He pinned you down to the back seats, body hovering over you as he pulled his t-shirt off. "But I need you to mean them and right now I don't think you really mean them."

"This is too far even for you." Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked up at him, shaking your head for him to stop.

"Too far," Rafe scrunched his face up as if contemplating the idea in his head. "I think this punishment is perfectly acceptable." He leaned down, holding your hands above your head with one hand. "I think someone needs to fuck the traitorous brat out of you. Give you the attention you seem to fucking crave so badly."

"Rafe-"

Your protest was swallowed with his lips on yours, hungry as they moved against yours. He nibbled at your lips when you didn't kiss back or open your mouth for him and when that didn't seem to work, he bit onto your bottom lip hard, making you yelp and open your mouth for him.

He had drew blood, you could taste it when his tongue slipped into your mouth and you think the fact turned him on even more as he pressed up against you. You felt slightly docile after he was done kissing you, too busy trying to regain your breath to fight off his next move.

"Pretty thing," he seemed to admire you from above, slipping his free hand across your body. It grazed your subtle skin, fingers dancing around the edges of your clothes, taking a second before slipping yours bikini top off with ease. "Fuck so pretty."

He was in a trance at the sight of your tits, admiring the way your nipples had pebbled. It shouldn't of been a shock to you when his mouth latched onto one of them but you couldn't help but yelp as you felt his wet tongue lick at your nipple. You even had to fight back a sigh at the feeling, grinding your teeth together to keep any noises of pleasure at bay.

Once you got your breath back you were able to speak again but when you opened your lips, the noise that slipped out worked against you as Rafe grinded his hips against yours, eliciting a small whimper from you.

"That's my good girl," Rafe spoke into the skin of your breasts.

"Rafe, stop this isn't right," you told him, trying to wriggle free. All you did was rub against him, enticing him even more. "We can't do this."

All that Rafe did was laugh at you, grinding slightly harder into you as he marked up your chest.

Once he seemed satisfied he lifted himself up slightly, enough for you to sit up yourself and make your way from him but Rafe had other plans. With one hand he shoved you back against the seats with ease, then in one swift movement he tore your panties off of your legs, throwing them onto the floor somewhere.

Then he was on top of you again, his body heavy on yours as he made himself comfortable between your legs. Your attempts to push him and slap at him did nothing to throw him off, it only seemed to encourage him as his hands pulled his shorts and boxers down.

"Rafe, please," you were crying, tears streaming down your face.

Rafe ignored your pleas as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes before he lined himself up. He hissed at the wetness that met the tip of his dick, spreading it across your folds as he started down at it in complete awe.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby," Rafe cooed into your ear, flicking over your clit so gently with his dick.

You couldn't stop the whimper that fell from your lips or any of the other noises when Rafe finally slid into your walls. There was no fight in you left after that, your hands grabbed onto his shoulders for stability instead of slapping him away. Your lips fall open to let out soft moans instead of pleas for him to get away.

Rafe grinned in triumphant at how easily you succumbed to him. He made sure to bury himself deep inside of you with each slow thrust, his tip brushing apart of you that you didn't know anyone would ever be able to reach. With every thrust he had your walls clenching around him, dripping like they never had before.

You wanted to say something, to tell him this wasn't right and hold your ground a bit more but you couldn't. With every roll of his hips he had you panting and whining, mind becoming fogged as you became cock drunk. And you could tell he was loving every second of it.

It was in the way he drank in your vulnerability with his eyes, finding himself going faster so you could cling onto him just that tiny bit more. His eyes were so dilated you could barely see the blue, it was all too clouded by the darkness that was Rafe. He winked when he noticed you looking up at him, taking it as a sign to get closer to you as he pressed his forehead against yours,

There was an intimacy in this that you weren't expecting from Rafe, in his stares and the way he sometimes pecked his lips on yours. It was confusing, something you really couldn't think about in the moment but you were grateful for it. Grateful that he wasn't being completely cruel.

"Rafe," you were breathless as he pushed a stray hair of yours behind your ear.

"You're so perfect when you're just like this," Rafe groaned, taking your legs from the side of him. He pushed them down and in between the pair of you, having your ankles dangling by your head. With this angle he was reaching in deeper, making your eyes roll back at the feeling. "So at peace beneath me."

"Rafe."

A hand of yours reached out to push him away, finding it over stimulating as he pushed into you with no mercy. He could see you opening your lips again and not knowing if he would like what was about to come out, he shut you up the best way he knew how. He rolled his hips into you, hard, setting a brutal pace that had your nails digging into biceps for stability.

"Wait- uh," everything that left your mouth from there was incoherent to both of you, even his name wasn't pronounced properly as he fucked his rage into you.

You couldn't even help the way you were soaking him, walls sucking him in and squeezing him to keep him there. He could sense how close you were with your eyes fluttering shut and your thighs shaking. He wanted to push you there, to watch the way your face contoured as he pushed you over the edge.

But you were closing your eyes and he couldn't have that. His hand wrapped around your throat making your eyes spring open, bringing your attention back to him and grounding you a bit.

"Eyes on me princess," Rafe let out in a growl, squeezing his hand in a slight warning. "Got it?"

Eagerly you nodded even though your vision grew blurry with each second.

"You going to cum for me?" Rafe asked and you were honestly surprised how he could be so focused on you. With the way you were feeling, you could barely focus on anything.

"Yes," you managed to get out, feeling your cunt start to twitch around him.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment at the noises you made when you finally came, pussy fluttering around him. Your back arched up into him and you struggled to keep your eyes open. But you managed and you could tell Rafe was thankful, especially with the way his mouth hung open at your expressions.

He wasn't far behind, unable to hold back with the way your pussy clamped down on him, milking him of all his cum. He didn't even bother to pull out, painting your walls instead with every drop of cum he could get out. His pace grew sloppy, finally coming down giving you space to breathe as he collapsed on top of you.

It took you some time to get back to reality and Rafe sensed it as soon as your body tensed underneath him.

"We shouldn't of done that. You shouldn't of done that," you told him, voice still shaky. "This has really gone too far."

Rafe snorted at that, pressing a peck on your neck before resting his head against yours.

"I think I should tell dad." You didn't know what had come over you in that moment, his dick was still buried in you and you knew that nothing could make you muster up courage to ever speak this to your step dad.

"He wouldn't believe you," Rafe chuckled darkly, a venom in his tone that you knew so well. "I think he'll take my word when I tell him you were just slutting it out for some stupid Pogue."

"You're awful."

"Anyway you wouldn't want to tell dad. Not when you want me to fuck you just like that again."

Rafe finally moved, sitting up from his position to look around for his clothes. You noticed the mess you had made all over him, your wetness coating his dick and balls, even dripping onto the seats below. You were mortified at the sight of it and how badly you wanted to do it again.

As if he could feel you staring at him, Rafe turned to look at you. A smug smile over his lips at the sight of you cowering in the corner of his truck.

"So, round two here or back at the house."

"Fuck you."

With that Rafe's hand was tugging at your hair, yanking you towards him until you positioned yourself in his lap. He didn't care how you yelled at the pain, only cared about the way his cock was springing to life once again.

"That's not a nice way to talk to your older brother," He tutted, releasing his grip on your hair.

"You're so messed up."

"Does that make you messed up to?" Rafe pushed his tip along your folds again and you couldn't help but wince at the sensitivity of it. "Seeing how much you enjoyed that. You know I’ve never had a girl cum so hard on my cock.”

All you could do was whine in response as he guided your hips down on his length. You knew it shouldn't be happening again but you knew there was no way you were going to stop him.

"And I really want to see you cum again."

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron smut #stepbro!rafe #dark rafe cameron

[fandomxpreferences]

Smart Enough To Know Better, Dumb Enough To Do It Anyway

Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

TW:angst (?), mildly toxic behavior, mildly controlling, drugs and alcohol, creepy guy, I think thats all

Summary: Listening has never been your strong suit, and it makes for an interesting dynamic with the Kook King.

Word Count:3.1k

"Rafe, you can't be serious." You whine, making sure he sees your dramatic pout as you emerge from the en suite. 

He scans over your appearance with an approving nod and leans in to kiss your forehead. 

"Have fun tonight."

You lean back with a scowl and stare up at him with disapproval before yanking on the hem of his sweatshirt that he insists you wear. 

"Dude, this is a party. You can't honestly expect me to wear your old lacrosse hoodie and baggy sweatpants!" 

He shrugs casually at your annoyance and leans on the door frame with his arms crossed. 

"Wear it or don't go. It's up to you." 

You're mere seconds from stomping your foot like a petulant child and huff loudly. 

"Well, if you would just go with me it wouldn't be a problem." You snark, but he does nothing except smirk at your bratty demeanor.

"Listen, sweetheart, you know I have an early morning." 

Usually, you wouldn't push him this far but your aggravation with his policing overrides your senses. 

"Yeah, whatever dude." 

You roll your eyes and turn around to go back to the bathroom, doing your best not to smile when you hear Rafe walking heavily behind you. You analyze yourself in the mirror with an unamused expression and make a point not to pay him any mind just to rub salt in the wound. 

His expression is darker now, a mixture of anger and displeasure swirling around his chest at your challenge to his dominance. After a couple of minutes, you finally turn around to face him and lean back on the counter.

"Can I at least take off the sweats and wear the hoodie as a dress with some boots or sneakers?" 

You think it's a fair compromise considering who you're negotiating with, but Rafe clearly disagrees. He's inches away from you before you can blink, with flared nostrils and red cheeks.

"Can you just fucking listen for once? You're lucky I'm letting you go at all and stop calling me dude. You know I hate that." 

His voice is raspy and deep the way it is when his temper is teetering the edge, and your spine instantly straightens. 

"This is my way of looking out for you when I'm not there. You want to be respectful and please me, don't you baby?" 

Goosebumps pebble your skin when he softy brushes your hair to the side so he can brush his lips against the back of your neck. Your eyelids flutter as you try to hold your ground, but resolve is quickly slipping. 

His hand wraps around and harshly grips you by the jaw, forcing your lips to pucker as you hold his gaze in the mirror.

"Don't you?" 

His tone is condescending this time as he frowns mockingly, and you nod against his hold. He smiles victoriously before letting go and kissing your cheek like nothing happened. 

"I thought so. Go to your party and have fun." 

He slaps your ass and turns on his heel to return to his office, leaving you to stare at his back with narrowed eyes. 

"Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is, letting me do something? He's not my father." You mumble, already hatching a plan in your mind.

A few minutes later you open the front door and pause to yell over your shoulder. 

"I'm leaving. Love you!"

"Love you too. Call Top or Kelce when you're ready to leave!" 

You try not to let the irritation seep into your voice when you respond, well aware that he'll be down the stairs and pulling you inside before you can process. 

"Okay!"

The door slams shut as you jog down the steps to the Uber where Sarah is waiting, and she scoots over to let you in. It was already a war to convince Rafe he didn't need to drive you, and the only way he agreed was if you let one of the guys bring you home. 

Letting you get into a car with a stranger sober is one thing, but doing it drunk is absolutely out of the question.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

You shoot daggers at Sarah when she fails to stifle her laugh, and she coughs to cover it up. 

"Ask your fucking brother." You grumble, and she gives you an apologetic look. 

Twenty minutes later, loud music rings in your ears as you try to maneuver through the crowded house. There are people packed into every corner, and the smell of cheap beer mixed with weed burns your nostrils. 

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick." You shout at Sarah, and she nods before trailing behind you. 

You grimace when something crunches under your shoe, and do your best to navigate the narrow hallway lined with people making out.

A sigh of relief escapes your lungs when you finally reach your destination, and you shut the door behind the two of you. Sarah raises her eyebrows when you plop your bag on the counter and start rummaging, only relenting when you finally find what you're looking for.

Two articles of clothing are dangling from your hands as you give her a mischievous smile and she puts the pieces together.

"You didn't really believe that I'm wearing this the whole time? Come on, Sarah." You giggle, and she gives you a blinding smile. 

"You're such a troublemaker and I love it."

She helps you tie the straps behind your back, and looks over the outfit. It's nothing crazy; just a silk crop top and shorts, but it leaves little to the imagination in terms of your figure. It accentuates every curve perfectly, and you admire your reflection. 

"Listen, I have to change back before we leave. I'm gonna need your help standing up."

She links her arms with yours and leads you back into the hall with her head leaning on your shoulder.

"Whatever, wherever, whenever. You know I've got you." She promises, and the two of you make your way to the kitchen for drinks. 

Topper does a double take when he sees you across the room, and nearly drops his cup of water. He knows you weren't wearing that a few minutes ago because he'd laughed when you walked in covered head to toe. 

Rafe called and asked him to stay in the background and watch you, insisting he was going to make you wear a snowsuit. Topper didn't believe him and was shocked that his friend managed to get you to leave the house like that. So imagine his surprise when there are miles of glitter-covered skin on display as laser beams reflect off your legs.

He snaps a picture and sends it to Rafe with a question mark before tucking his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. He doesn't mean to snitch, but he also understands why Rafe is the way he is. 

You don't see the way men look at you, but Rafe does. He hears the comments they make under their breath when they think no one is listening. He knows how beautiful and trusting you are, and unfortunately, he knows that men prey on that. 

Rafe opens up the message and rubs his hand across his mouth while pacing as he takes in your appearance. He's debating what to do when he accidentally plays the live photo and pauses. He plays it again and bolts to his Rover. 

He no longer cares about what you're wearing; he's focused on the man who was shamelessly eye fucking you with a malicious grin. 

Your nose scrunches with disgust when you pry your hand away from the sticky countertop, and you take a long swig of your concoction. 

"Let's dance!" You shout, and Sarah nods while grabbing your hand to lead the way. 

It's not even five minutes before the fun is interrupted, and your hips stop swaying the second you feel someone's arm wrap around your bare waist.

Sarah stops and turns around with a frown when she notices, and she instantly straightens up. 

"I've been watching you for a minute. You wanna dance?" 

His breath is hot against your ear in the worst way as he presses into your ass, and you try to sidestep him to no avail. 

"No thanks."

You attempt to pry his bruising grip off of your flesh, but his fingers only dig in further causing you to wince.

"Oh come on, it's just dancing." 

You're just about to whip around and slap him when you see Sarah's eyes widen, and worry washes over you. 

"Busted."

Before you can ask what she means, the man is being ripped backward and you stumble a bit at the force.

"She said no, asshole."

The relief of hearing Rafe's voice outweighs the fear of being caught, and you allow him to pull your arm until you're tucked safely behind him. 

"Get your own girl, man." 

The man laughs and Rafe goes from protective to homicidal as he stands up taller and angles his chin down to stare at him. The slightly shorter man looks between you and Rafe a few times before scoffing and nodding his head. 

"Of course."

Rafe ignores him and turns to you, his mouth set in a hard line as you give him a sheepish smile. 

"It's not what it looks like." 

Rafe's head tilts to the side as his jaw clenches, and you purse your lips. 

"Right, I'll just-."

You cut yourself off and point your thumb behind you before taking a step back to let Rafe handle it. His attention turns to Sarah for a split second and he nods his head to the side.

"Find Topper and get home."

He's about to lead you outside when the man decides to press his luck and speak again.

"Just for the future, you shouldn't let her go out looking like a whore if you aren't cool with sharing."

Everything seems to stop as the words hang in the air, and Rafe freezes midstride.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

He turns his head just enough to see over his shoulder, and the man smirks.

"You clearly heard me."

Everyone watches with bated breath, and your entire face contorts as you realize what's about to happen.

"Yeah, and you clearly know better than to say it again."

Rafe takes a step forward, and everyone waits for the hammer to come down.

"Look it's been a long day, so I suggest you turn and run before I take it out on you because I'm really not in the fucking mood."

He watches as the man gulps and backs away before nodding with a devilish grin.

"That's what I thought.

Much to your surprise, it doesn't escalate any further and Rafe is by your side with one long stride.

You give Sarah a small wave and she raises her cup in acknowledgment, not the least bit surprised at the turn of events. When it comes to matters concerning your safety, Rafe has eyes and ears in every corner of the town.

You don't resist when his hand returns to the small of your back and guides you forward, always keeping you in his line of sight. Your head stays down with your eyes glued to the floor as the crowd parts like the 

Red Sea and against your better judgment, you flash your Middle finger in the direction of a few snide remarks and giggles.

You don't dare to slow down or look back at Rafe, not wanting to make it worse. You love to push Rafe's buttons on any given day, but you know when you've gone too far and this is not a time for arguing. 

You let Rafe direct you toward the car and focus on your stride without looking up once until you stop at the passenger door. You sidestep a bit so he can reach the handle and fight back a small smile. 

It was established early on that you're not allowed to open doors; even when Rafe is fuming that rule still holds true. 

Rafe's touch is gentle as he helps you into the passenger seat and he slows down just enough to make sure you're buckled before kissing your cheek and returning to his hardass demeanor. 

You watch as he rounds to the driver's side and climbs in, his right hand still coming to rest on your thigh like usual. You pick at your nails as he drives toward Tannyhill and put on your best innocent act. 

"I can expl-" You start, but your mouth snaps shut when you see Rafe glare at you before turning back to the road. 

It's silent for the rest of the drive and fifteen agonizing minutes later, you're trekking up the stairs to your shared bedroom with Rafe. He diverts to the kitchen and you continue on your path, hoping to be asleep before he returns so you can avoid the confrontation.

You're freshly showered and seconds from climbing under the covers when the door finally opens and Rafe walks in slowly. You straighten up and shift back and forth a few times, squirming under his intense gaze as he stares you down. 

"I'm sorry." You try, but Rafe just shakes his head and scratches his temple while pacing a few times. 

"Why are you so goddamn stubborn? It can work in your favor sometimes but fuck, look at the situations you get yourself into! All because you want to be a disobedient and vindictive brat." 

He chuckles under his breath and you gulp, unsure how nasty this is going to get. Rafe will forgive you with a bat of your lashes most of the time, but not right now.

"What if I wasn't there, huh? What if I didn't have Topper keeping an eye on you?"

He gesticulates wildly as your temper starts to rise, and you frown. 

"What do you mean you had Topper keeping an eye on me?" 

Your hands rest on your hips as you squint across the room at him, and he tries to think of a justification. He comes up empty and your eyes widen as your mouth falls open.

"You are unbelievable!" You shout, and Rafe nearly flinches at the anger directed toward him. 

"You don't fucking trust me so you have to have your goons babysit me?!" 

Rafe takes a step closer, dark eyes and flared nostrils matching your own as you prepare for an argument. 

"How can I trust you when you're a fucking liar, Y/N? You sneak around and put yourself into risky situations just to piss me off!" 

Regret consumes him the second the words leave his mouth, and he softens when hurt flashes across your features at the insult and implication. He tries to reach for your hand but it's too late and he knows it; he can see the walls going up as you shut him out and sighs internally. 

"Fuck you, Rafe." 

The words spew like acid, and Rafe nearly buckles when you step into your cow slippers and open the bedroom door. 

"Where are you going?" 

You pause for a split second in the doorway and contemplate before landing on an answer. 

"To sleep in Sarah's room. Wouldn't want you in the same bed as a liar and a whore. I mean, who knows if Y/N is even my name?"

His eyes squeeze shut when the door slams, and he sits on the edge of the bed while running over the events of the night. You let yourself into Sarah's room and collapse onto her bed, resting your cheek against your folded arm. 

Thankfully she isn't back yet, which means you have the oppurtunity to calm down and process for a moment before inevitably returning to Rafe. 

However, you don't get much of a chance before Rafe knocks softly and cracks the door open. 

"Can I come in?" 

He sounds tired, and part of you does feel bad for ruining his night and keeping him awake. A bigger part of you is fuming at his insinuations and actions, determined to make him suffer. 

"No." You answer flatly, and you can almost hear Rafe roll his eyes. 

"Okay."

You think for a moment that he actually left but the thought is cut short when the mattress dips behind you. 

"You don't seem to be in the mood to talk, so you can just listen." 

You don't respond, and keep your face buried away from him. Despite your obnoxious determination to prove a point, Rafe doesn't falter for a second. 

He's used to the attitude and grips your arm to move you onto your side with ease. 

"It's not that I don't trust you. I don't trust them. I hear the way these guys talk about you when they don't know I'm in the locker room and just passing on the street."

The confession causes your anger to start cooling and you willingly shift to be more open to him. As much as you love Rafe, you hate that he's able to disarm you with little to no effort regardless of how pissed off you are.

"Every single one I've caught has paid for it, but I know I can't get them all. They look at you like your prey, and I can't stomach the idea of something happening. They're just waiting for the time to strike, and tonight proved that."

Any and all fight left in your body dissipates, and you feel yourself deflate. 

"Why can't you just say that Rafe?" You frown and he rubs his hand down his face with a sigh. 

"I don't want you to have to think about it. That's what I'm for; protecting you so you can live freely."

Your heart melts at the sentiment and you close the distance between the two of you. 

"That's sweet, Rafe, but I'm not a little kid. I can hold my own better than you think."

He shoots you a skeptical look and you roll your eyes with a laugh. 

"Fine, why don't you show me some self-defense moves so I can protect myself?" You suggest, but he doesn't look thrilled at the idea. 

"I don't know if that's a go-"

He's cut off by your taunting chuckle as you tilt your head to the side in mock disbelief. 

"What? Are you scared?" 

His eyes narrow in annoyance, and you smile victoriously the second you know you won. 

"Fine. Let's get to bed and I'll take you to the gym tomorrow after my meetings."

You don't get a chance to argue before you're slung over his broad shoulder and whisked back down the hall. Your loud giggles fill the room when he tosses you down on the mattress and climbs in; laughing as he forces you under the blanket and secures you in place against his chest. 

"Goodnight. I love you." He mutters, and you hum in acknowledgment before pressing a short kiss to his skin. 

"I love you too."

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron angst #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader

[poinsexter]

7 Minutes in Heaven {obx - jm}

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem Pogue!Reader (kinda some John B x reader if you squint)

Summary: pogue!reader gets selected for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven with JJ—this should be no big deal, right?

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing, suggestive flirting, idk? Mild angst. Mostly fluff

Word count: 2,671

A/N: hiii this is my first time ever posting my own lil fanfic to tumblr. I’m sorry if there are any errors:(( I usually write original fiction but this was in my head and I couldn’t get it out. I hope someone gets some enjoyment from it <3 there is a John B alt ending written but idk if I’ll post. Let me know what you beauties thinnnnk:)

When a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ didn’t sound juicy enough to the sexed up tourons, a blue-shirt wearing frat bro suggested everyone partake in a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven.  The pogues were never one to back down from a challenge—least of all you, who’d kissed all of your friends at some point or another.

You took a sip of beer from the paper cup in your hand, but not even drowning yourself in drinks could save you as John B and a touron girl exited the closet, heralding your turn next. He wore a lazy, drunken smile, dancing to the beachy music thumping from a nearby amp. 

“Tourons pick the lamest party games.” You hid your bundle of stress underneath a coy joke. “We could be playing flip cup instead.”

“You were laughing when it was Sarah and me.” Kie filed into the room next with a fresh beer in hand, brushing your cheek with the other hand as she passed. “Not so smug now, babes, huh?”

She plopped down on the arm of the chair Pope sat on with his feet kicked up, rolling a backwood.

“Of course it’s funny when it’s not me. That’s how it works,” you said. 

John B’s laugh rang out as he orbited around your back, to your side, appearing in your peripheral. You turned slightly, cup pressed against your bottom lip.

“How about you finish off that liquid courage,” John B used his index finger to tip the bottom of the cup up to goad you into chugging. You tried not to laugh into the drink as you complied, drinking the remainder of its contents. “Atta girl. Now lighten up, buzz kill, ‘cause it’s your turn.” 

You tossed the now-empty cup at his head with a laugh, watching as he swatted it away. “Like you need an excuse to makeout with someone in a closet.” 

“Seven minutes of swapping bacteria.” Pope chimed in from his spot on the recliner as he sparked the lighter. “In the best way possible.”

Kie crossed her arms. “You don’t have to kiss anyone.”

JJ burst around the corner into the room, beer spilling from the bottle in his hand as he caught the last half of the conversation. “Hey, don’t say that! We all have to follow the rules.”

“What rules, JJ?” You rolled your eyes. “The ones you pull out of your ass?” 

“Yeah, I can jot them down for you.” He feigned looking around the room, touching his chest for imaginary pencil pockets as the bottle sloshed in his hand. “Anyone got a pen? Maybe a marker? Crayon, perhaps?”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” You conceded with another laugh. “Pour me up a shot and let me make someone’s day!”

Kie hopped off the couch with a grin and began lining up shot glasses on the counter. JJ’s hand cradled the small of your back while John B approached your other side, watching as JJ poured a messy line of contents from the tap across all of the shot glasses. 

Every pogue picked one up, preparing to throw them back, when John B took the one from your hand and raised a mischievous brow. “Open up, little loverrr.”

You gave a wide grin before obeying the command, opening up your mouth and sticking out your tongue to prepare for the waterfall of liquor. 

John B tossed back his own shot in one fluid motion before pouring the second shot into your mouth. Once the contents were fully polished off you squeezed your eyes shut as an involuntary shiver ran through you, the warmth working  its way down your throat and through your chest. 

“You missed some.” John B grabbed your cheeks and yanked you closer, playfully slurping the backsplash from the skin around the corner of your mouth and cheek. 

“HEYYY NOW!” JJ gave an energetic clap of his hands before pointing at you and John B. “Save it for the closet!” 

You shoved John B away from you with laughter almost as if he were an over-zealous puppy before leaning over to smack JJ’s arm. “Oh please, I know you have your fingers crossed hoping it’s me and you.”

You didn’t interpret the playful action as John B making a move on you despite JJ’s joke. You were all particularly affectionate with each other—and for as affectionate as you were, you also gave each other just as much shit. 

“Alright, it’s TIME!” said Kie, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you in Pope’s direction.  “Pull the name.”

Pope remained on the couch, but now had a ball cap flipped upside down in his hand with jumbled up scraps of paper inside. He grumbled. “I don’t know how I ended up relegated to this role.”

“Because you’re the most trustworthy,” said Kie. “And the least likely to fuck it up.”

“Can’t argue there.” Pope pulled a piece of paper from the cap. “You will be joined by…” he unfurled the paper. “JJ!”

As JJ looked over at you with that arrogant flirty ease, you couldn’t place why you suddenly felt a spike of nerves. Your feet almost felt as if they had forgotten how to work, with Sarah swooping in to usher you toward the closet, JJ not far behind.

Seven minutes in a closet should be nothing compared to all the drunken nights you’d cuddled up on the chateau’s pullout couch together. The party was in full swing, the perfect time to cut loose, and still, you couldn’t fight the soft apprehension prickling at your palms. 

The closet in question was unlike anything you’d grown up with, but that was to be expected anytime you partied at a kook house. It was more akin to a closet like Sarah’s, though it wasn’t overflowing with near as much color or fun crop tops as hers.

You looked around at the designer labels and scrunched your nose. “God, why do kooks need such big closets?”

“Yeah, I’m not digging all the space between us.” Without warning, JJ slipped an index finger into the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you closer until you were only inches apart. “Much better, thanks for the cooperation, princess.”

“You’re getting way too much enjoyment out of this, it’s worrying.”

“Afraid I’ll bite?” He clacked his teeth in your face playfully, smirking when he couldn’t make you flinch. 

“Biting doesn’t scare me.” You couldn’t help yourself as you pressed in closer to his face, daring him to retaliate. “You’ll have to try harder, Jay.”

He dropped his hold on the belt loop and pressed his hands into you stomach, shoving you against the wall until you back was flush with the surface, caught between the cold of the wall and the warmth of his body. 

“How about now, cupcake? Scared?” He paused and lifted a brow, smirk sweeping up his mouth. He leaned closer. “That toe-curling thing you’re feeling is called sexual tension, my friend.”

Said tension between you was palpable, even after he slacked to give you the space back, satisfied with the effect he’d visibly had on you. Words died in your throat. For the first time ever, you were speechless. JJ, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease, content to chatter away.

“We had our first kiss in a closet just like this one.” JJ looked delighted by the memory. "You remember?”

”Don’t call it ‘our first kiss’ like we were ever a thing.” Your composure faltered, but it was a fond memory nonetheless. “Shame on me for choosing ‘dare’ over ‘truth’—I thought I’d get to do something cool like scale a flag pole, but no. Got stuck sucking face with you.” 

"Okay, ouch,” he feigned offense, clutching his chest. “I've gotten a lot better at kissing since then.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the heat that was creeping up your neck. "Well, we were like thirteen, so I’d really hope so."

JJ leaned in a little closer again. "I've been thinking about that kiss a lot lately, you know.”

Your walls went up, afraid of being vulnerable. He’d played with your feelings one too many times over the years out of boredom. You used to think when he was flirting he meant it, and that had led to too much confusion. Rather than pine over him forever, you’d grown comfortable with your role of best friend.

Anything more—girlfriend, fuck buddy, situationship—would spell nothing but trouble.

You deflected by teasing him. “You’ve been thinking about a bad kiss from middle school? Find better hobbies.”

“That’s the thing—I need to redeem myself,” he said. “You never wonder what it would be like to try it again now that we’re older? More… seasoned?”

“Don’t be dumb.” Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried not to let it show. "This is just a fun party game, not an opportunity for you to get lucky.”

“What does that cute little tattoo on your ass say again?” He snapped his fingers and feigned as if recalling. “Lucky you.” 

You made a sputtering noise, floored by the comeback. You’d been in a bikini around the pogues enough times that they’d likely all seen the edge of said tattoo, but he would have had to pay attention to read it. 

“God, you are such a shameless flirt!” You picked up a sandal from the closet floor and began smacking him with it. “What is with you tonight? You’re gonna start humping the keg stand before the party is over—“

“I wouldn’t be the man you know and love unless I flirted without remorse.” JJ flinched away from the sandal, laughing at your reaction. "Come on, you have to admit there's chemistry between us."

You felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your body at his words. He was right, but you didn't know what to do about it—so again, you deflected. “You have chemistry with anything that has tits and legs.” 

“Nah, it’s different with us,” he insisted. “And I’ll prove it.”

Before you could respond, JJ took a daring step forward, his hand cupping your cheek as his lips met yours in a searing kiss. It was gentle initially, testing the waters to see what you were okay with. As the kiss lingered, JJ took it as a sign to deepen things, the pace growing hungrier between you.  

Your initial surprise gave way to something more passionate and explorative. Warmth pooled in your thighs as he tangled him hands in your hair, tongue making sensuous circles with your own. It was a moment suspended in time as your friendship burned away, scorching the earth until it became something uncharted. He awoke dormant feelings in you—emotions for him that you thought you’d long buried came rising to the surface at full force like a geyser.

“Seven minutes is up!” John B’s voice rang out.

You barely had time to fall apart from each other as the door pried open. A gasp tore through your mouth, accompanied by a jolt of surprise. For a brief moment it had only been you and JJ - the party on the other side of the door had completely disappeared to you. 

John B leaned against the doorframe, gazing down at the wild blush staining your cheeks. Something like understanding registered in his gaze at the look on your face, but he quickly recovered the cool-guy charm. 

“Either you crazy kids come out, or I’m gonna get serious FOMO and have to join.”

“Squeeze in, man, you’ll love it.” JJ leaned his head against your shoulder and smiled, looking completely unaffected by what had happened. “Plenty of room. Too much, honestly.”

You rolled your eyes, not understanding how he could be so jovial and collected as your heart threatened to pump out of your chest.

“No threesomes in this living room, alright, this ain’t a Hugh Hefner party.” said Pope. “Come smoke this blunt and stop being weird.”

As you exited the confines of the closet, which had felt like it’s own world, you couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you had been in the closet for even a minute longer. Would hands have roamed further? Would JJ have had time to confess he was just fucking around with you, only he took it a bit farther than usual? You didn’t even know what you’d want him to say. 

There wasn’t enough time to process what was happening or the repercussions of it—only that in the moment it had felt really, really good being with JJ. Whatever the absolute fuck that was about. 

The unspoken tension had found its voice in that kiss, marking the beginning of the end. You didn’t know how you could look him in the eyes again after feeling his hands knotting through your hair. How could a moment change everything? 

You avoided JJ for the next several hours, wrapping your mind around what had happened. If the other pogues noticed, they didn’t call you out on it. Not openly, anyway. Kie and John B were not subtle as they gossiped in hushed whispers, glancing between you and JJ at your two different places across the party. 

Eventually, the drinks caught up to you. Coping with your alien feelings by attempting to numb them with alcohol hadn’t worked, of course, so now not only were you mentally spiraling but had also come down with a bad case of the spins.

To anchor yourself back to the moment, you slipped away from the party, which was just now starting to teeter off from its full swing, and exited out of the back door of the mansion onto a vacant area of porch.

Salty sea and crisp nighttime air instantly offered reprieve to your racing mind as you walked over to the wooden railing of the porch and leaned against it, reveling in the quiet. 

A few minutes later, your quiet was disturbed by the sound of the sliding glass door opening up behind you. You turned to look at who’d followed, heart nearly leaping from your chest at the sight of JJ.  

“Hey, you okay out here?” He stuck his head out of the door, quiet concern on his face. You nodded without verbal response. “Is it cool if we talk for a minute?”

You nodded again, feeling a nervous knot forming in your stomach. You didn’t want to imagine what he would say next. Still, you were both here now, and there was no use in prolonging the inevitable. “What's up?”

He closed the door behind himself. Here it comes, you thought. He’s going to confess that he was just teasing you—it meant nothing to him. All one big, meaningless flirt brought on by his name being pulled from a random lottery. If it’d been John B’s name called over JJ’s, JJ may have never looked at you twice otherwise. Not any differently than usual, anyway. Why did that possibility hurt so much? 

“About the game…” He approached your side at the porch railing, looking less sure of himself than normal. “I know you’ve been avoiding me.” 

Your reply was short. “Astute observation.”

“Don’t do that—don’t shut down.” His eyes cut right through you. “Look, I - I have something to admit.”

You steeled yourself for him to say something that would break you, but you wouldn’t show it. “Don’t leave me in suspense, Jay.”

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line by kissing you before…” There was a pause too long in the air as he contemplated whether or not to say the next words.  “I bribed Pope to make sure he called my name for your turn.”

“You… what?”

“Don’t be mad.” He squeezed his eyes shut as if an admission of guilt physically pained him. After all, his motto had always been ‘deny, deny, deny.’ “It may or may not have been John B’s name on the paper that Pope actually pulled, but I’d slid him a $20 beforehand to make sure no one else got you.” 

The uneasiness in your stomach slowly transformed into butterflies, tickling all the way up your throat until it evolved into belly-aching laughter. He wasn’t toying with you because he was bored or because it was convenient. He orchestrated this. 

The laughter confused him. “Is that – wait – why are you laughing?”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me again.”

His features brightened, eyes glowing with a new, consuming adoration. He swept you in closer and brought his mouth down to yours, talking against your lips. “God, I’m so glad you said that. Playing it cool has been driving me crazy.”

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[thehalfbloodedwitch]

Cigarettes too burn out (jj x reader)

Pairing- jj maybank x reader

Summary- when the reader is in a vulnerable position, jj maybank, a person she despises, comes to help her out. | Ansgt, fluff

Warnings- mentions of abuse, smoking, drinking, panic attack, language, toxic parents

Words- 3,322 words

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Outer Banks, an island divided by whether you are rich or poor, the Kooks and the Pogues. The island that both your parents and you decided to call home. You will always remember the places where you made friends and hold those memories dear to your heart.

Even though you were a pogue, which means that your family wasn't rich, you still enjoyed yourself. The Pogues—John B., Kiara, Pope, jj, and Sarah—were your only friends.

The loyalty of the pogues, which took you some time to understand because you never trusted people with your problems or your burdens, was something you respected about them. The pogues knew everything about one another and were always there for one another.

It was a typical Pogues night as you all sat at the chateau drinking beer while jj chose to play silly games with Pope and Kiara. You all laughed as you watched them both attempt to chug an entire beer in one gulp.

"Oh, you think I can’t chug this beer pope?" asked jj and Pope responded, "Yeah, jj, let’s see about that," and opened the top of the beer can that Pope was holding.

"Y/n, give us a countdown," said Pope looking at you, and you stood up and spoke, "Alright, three, two, one, go." The two boys poured the beer in their mouths while their heads shot up. 

Pope held onto the can and tried to chug it as fast as he could, but jj had experience chugging beers, so he chugged the beer within one gulp and crushed the can with a smirk plastered on his face, the smirk of his victory, while Pope finished his after a few seconds.

Dammit," Pope muttered and tossed the can on the ground,. jj looked at Pope and said, "I told ya" as he sat down on the couch and Pope soon joined him.

"It’s fine, pope, jj only got to prove how much of an alcoholic he is with this challenge," you said while sitting down on your chair beside kie, while jj glared daggers at you. "It doesn’t matter, I still won the challenge," he said as he took out his lighter to smoke.

The other members of the group got along with you fairly well, but jj was never quite ready to accept you into the group, but you didn't mind him because you were constantly going back and forth with him. You both detested each other and would do anything to irritate the other so much that they couldn't take it anymore.

You had to be at your house around 8 o'clock; and it was now 9 o'clock.  You stood up from your chair, making kie look at you in question.

You apologised to her saying, "Sorry, kie, got to go; it's already 9 and I had to be at home at 8." and she nodded. With the exception of jj, to whom you extended your middle finger, you waived goodbye to everyone else at the chateau before leaving for your house.

You weren't always excited to go to your house, and you never wanted to return to that wrecked place you call a house because it was never a place where you could find comfort, a place you could feel safe in and free from judgement.

Your mother opened your door as you knocked, letting you in while wearing an irritated look. Your mother glanced at you and pointed to the couch as you entered quietly.

You sat down on the couch, and as soon as she shut the door, she turned to you and demanded, "Do you know what time it is?" with enraged eyes. You sat there motionless, afraid to say anything as her voice got louder with each word.

Your mother yelled, "If you enter this house at this time of the hour, you'd better be off with your stupid friends elsewhere and never enter this house again." You fidgeted with your shirt sleeve, not paying her any attention or responding to her remarks.

The entrance to your father's room then opened, allowing him to exit. Your mother said, "Look at this stupid girl, what time does she decide to come home?" as he turned his attention from you to your mother.

"This is not acceptable; who do you think you are?" Your father said, "If you think you own this house, you don’t." He said, and you swallowed all your feelings as he continued, "Just because you are an adult now doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want."

"You realise what the problem is? Her friends, she has gotten with the wrong group of friends; I've tried to tell this bitch she shouldn't hang out with those assholes, but she won't listen to me,"  your father said. He was obviously intoxicated, and the words that came out of his lips prickled like needles.

"Now you won't hang out with those idiotic friends of yours; tomorrow you're going to help me out around the house, got it?" You nodded as your mother gave the order.

You could still hear your parents talking vilely about you and your friends after getting up and going to your room. You shut the door and plugged in your headphones to listen to music. It was the only escape you could get at your house.

It's safe to say that your relationship with your parents was toxic and complex. Your parents would yell and curse at you one second, and then the next they would express how much they loved and cared for you. They'd be pleased if you did what your parents desired but they wouldn't like it at all if you did what made you happy, though.

Although your father once grabbed your hair and dragged you to the laundry just because you hadn't completed the chore you were supposed to do, you were glad that your parents didn't physically abuse you. After that, though, they never physically hurt you; instead, they were fucking with your mind.

Teenagers weren't supposed to know that when they hear footsteps approaching their room, they should stop what they are doing and pretend to study; they weren't supposed to comprehend how cruel and poorly their parents treat them, they weren't supposed to understand that they should despise returning home, and they weren't supposed to refer to their home as a house rather than a home.

You were never able to call the place you lived "home," and you never felt secure there. Whenever your parents visited, you always felt confined and unable to be yourself. Suddenly, you weren’t the person your friends knew you as; you changed, A girl who had been cheery and fun became silent and lonely. 

Your parents didn't notice that you had dark circles under your eyes from being so tired at home; all they noticed was that you were hanging out with the wrong group of people and arriving late. All you could do at your home was remain in your room, and they wouldn't have given a damn what you did there.

And the fact that none of your friends knew about how your parents were or how badly they treated you because you never told them—you were a person who didn’t trust people that easily, and it was hard for you to tell them about your parents as they showed themselves to the world as though they were the best parents in the entire world—no one saw what was going on behind the curtains.’

After finishing the work your mother had given you, you headed to the chateau the following day. When you arrived, you faked a smile in order to hide your worn-out expression. 

“Ayy, Y/n! What’s up?” Sarah asked as she came to you and hugged you, you hugged her back and replied, “Nothing much, the same old” 

The time you spent with your friends started to make you feel much better, but it always hurt you to have to keep all that pain and trauma inside of you. You really wanted to tell them about it, but you never had the courage to do so, and none of them inquired about how you were doing either. 

"Would you ever be able to stop arguing with each other?"  kie, asked, who was sick of you and jj's pointless argument over who should get the last beer.

You said to kie, "Tell him to fuck off," and he responded, "Tell her to piss off because this is mine," grabbing the beer out of your hand. You swiftly snatched the can from his grasp, drank from it, saying, "Told you it's mine," and stuck out your tongue to mock him. 

jj rolled his eyes and moved to sit next to John B at the kitchen counter, and kie sighed and moved to sit next to you.

Kie said to you, "You guys should really talk this out, you fight like your life depends on it," while Sarah entered and agreed with kie. 

As Sarah sat down next to Kie, you said, "He just doesn't like me, I know it. For some reason, he just doesn't like me from the very beginning, and well, the feeling's mutual." as you chuckled.

“I don’t care what you say Y/n, but we are gonna make you two get along with each other,” Sarah said as kie nodded. You rolled your eyes and said, “Do whatever you want, I will never like him”

You all nodded in agreement when John B said, "Guys, I'm going to be staying at Sarah's tonight; you all can leave whenever you want." Sarah then waived you and kie goodbye as she left with John B.

“Yeah, I think I’ll also leave,” you said as you stood up and left to your house.

The second you entered the house, you heard your mother and father arguing, they were shouting and throwing things in their room, and it wasn’t hard to overhear their conversation. 

Your father yelled at your mother, who remained silent, "I should have left you and gone off with that other woman I was in love with, because of your parents I had to marry you and live this miserable life."

Your mother left the room and saw you, "Can't you do one nice thing for me?" she asked "You come here acting like you owned the damn house after I told you to carry out the trash! Do you understand me when I say that everything which happens here is entirely your fault? What an unreliable child I have."

This was the final straw for you; you couldn't take it any longer. As your mother left the living room, you took the trash and went outside, where you dumped it near the trash can. Holding a cigarette in your hand, you then departed for the chateau while sobbing tears welled up in your eyes.

You whispered to yourself to breathe as memories of your parents fighting, cursing at you, calling you names, and all other unpleasant memories with them suddenly flooded your consciousness. 

The chateau was closed when you arrived, so you opened the door and shut it. The lights were off because you didn't feel like turning them on, and you sat on the couch with tears streaming down your cheeks that you had managed to hold back.

You cried uncontrollably, unable to control what was coming out of you because it had been trapped inside of you for far too long. 

Your breath hitched as the cigarette from your hand dropped to the ground in to ashes, and your hand held your hair.

Your legs were wrapped around your torso, your head was on your knees, and you were desperately trying to calm yourself as you let out a sob and found yourself suddenly gasping for air. "No no no no," you said as you suddenly ran out of breath. 

When you heard the sound of a bike outside, John B had already told you he wouldn't be there. So who could this be? You thought to yourself.

"You should have been at home, right?" asked a familiar voice which you didn't want to hear.

You attempted to contain your sobs in front of him by saying, "P-Piss off M-Maybank," but it wasn't hard to tell that you were sobbing. 

"Hey, what's going on?"  jj asked as he approached you, his voice tinged with concern. 

"W-What does it matter to you, anyway?” You asked while keeping your kneeling position and making an unsuccessful attempt to contain your tears.

"Why do you think so low of me? I'm not here to make fun of you, y/n.," he said as he sat next to you, looking at you with worry.

Tears started pouring out of your red puffy eyes from crying so much. "No, you were right, I am a-a bitch t-that just i-is good for nothing, I am s-such a disaster," you said.

Without saying another word jj pulled you into his strong and muscular arms, your face on his chest and his arms around your waist as he soothed your back.

You sobbed into his shirt, not caring if he was going to make fun of you about it the next day, you cried and held onto his shirt for dear life. How much had you kept in? How long did you have to suffer with all of that inside of you?

You eventually stopped sobbing as you left jj's embrace after about thirty minutes. jj Maybank sat in front of you, gazing at you with a troubled expression as you rubbed your eyes. 

He hesitated a little before asking, "Uhm, if you don't mind me asking this but, what happened?" with a serious expression plastered on his face.

How could you possibly explain the reason behind your unexpected emotional outburst to jj—someone who hadn't even cared about you for so long? 

“You don't have to lie to me," he said before you could finish. As he stared into your eyes, his blue eyes bore into yours, giving you a feeling that you were in the ocean's clear water and were almost lost in them. 

Without any hesitation, the words poured out of your mouth, and he patiently listened to you, with an occasional hum to let you know that he was listening. 

After you were done, you refused to look at him, your eyes stared at your hands as your fingers fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt.

You anticipated that jj would be sympathetic towards you, feel sorry for you, or view you as an issue that needed to be resolved, but instead, he hugged you and stroked your hair as he did so. 

He said, "You don't deserve to be treated this way” “What if I do? What if they view me as a shitty daughter?" you questioned as you left jj's embrace and sat on the couch in front of him.

“You aren’t a shitty daughter Y/n, there are many people who are worse than you, look at me,” jj said making you chuckle, as jj continued, “I fucking drink, smoke weed, go around carrying a gun and fight people” 

You repeated his words, "Maybank, you aren't a bad son, there are worse." " And who might that be?" You both laughed when you both said "rafe" in response to jj's question. 

“You aren’t wrong though, he is worse than me,” jj said, “Told you,” you said and the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sound of the waves and crickets.

But you soon broke the silence by saying, “It’s sob stories night, your turn” you said to which jj raised an eyebrow and said, “My mom left me and my dad when I was five, and my dad is an abusive asshole, so I left him and stay here at John B’s house”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” you said to which jj scoffed, “No shit, we never even talk,” he said to which you rolled your eyes,” Because you never liked me from the day I came in this group”

“Why did you hate me?” you asked after a pause, you always wondered why he never liked you, he cleared his throat and replied, “I never hated you, I just wanted someone to have a back and forth with” 

“And you couldn't find any other person to do that with?” to which jj chuckled and swayed his head to a no, “I did enjoy fighting with you” you admitted.

“I hated you though,” you said, “No, you didn’t, you liked me” he called out to which you laughed. 

“Don’t you ever miss your mom?” you asked but regretted asking it instantly, you didn’t want to press on too many buttons.

“Yeah I do sometimes,” he replied, and continued, “People say I am nothing like her and that I am like my dad, drinking, smoking and not having a job, I don’t want to be like him, it pisses me off when people say that, but they might be right” 

"jj, you are nothing like your dad," you shook your head. He looked away from you and towards the nearby window, saying, "You don't know that"” “Yes I do, your dad wouldn't be sitting here with one of his friends, sympathizing about their fucked up parents," you said to which jj chuckled.

jj smirked at you, “You finally called me by my name?” he said, you tried to hide your smile and said, “Oh right, sorry forgot to call you douchebag” and the two of you laughed.

“Thank you,” you said looking at him, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “What are you thanking me for?” to which you replied, “For listening to me about my problems” “You don’t have to thank me moonlight, I will always be here for you,” jj said with a smile on his face.

You two then sat in quiet comfort for a while before you said, "I too hate it," to which jj asked, "What?" You continued, "I hate when people say I am like my mother; I don't want to be in any way associated with that lady.”

“I don’t know why, but I feel like I might become just like her in the future” you said to which jj replied, “Moonlight, you are nothing like your mother because your mom wouldn’t be sitting here with her friend sympathizing about their fucked up parents” repeated what you had told him and you smiled at him, blushing at the nickname he used for you.

Then you lay in the couch with your feet on jj’s lap, he looked at you with confusion written all over his face, “What? Don’t you want to sleep too?” you asked, jj was taken aback by the question. 

You said, "I might change my mind and let you sleep on the floor," before he could respond, and you moved over so jj could lie next to you. 

"Thank you so much jj, no one has ever really helped me out, but today I just couldn't hold it in and-" before you could continue, jj’s index finger pressed on your lips, sealing your mouth.

"Everyone burns out, so you don't need to thank me, moonlight”. He said as he slowly removed his finger from your lips, "Whenever you need help, never hesitate to call me. I will always understand you and help you get through it. You don't have to do this on your own, not anymore.”

He then wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you snuggled into his chest and inhaled his comforting scent, which was a mix of cheap cologne, sand and seawater.

The next morning, as you both awoke to the morning light peeking through the curtains, you couldn't help but grin at jj when you saw him with his hand firmly around your waist and his mouth slightly open. 

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[pagannatural]

1.20

Dead Man’s Blood

-Dean offers to drive to ny so that Sam can see Sarah (the art dealer) again and Sam shuts that shit down right away. Dean only encourages Sam to have Dean-sanctioned relationships and sex. Dean’s Freudian nonsense is that he likes to pressure Sam into being involved with women, be certain that he’s the reason Sam is doing it, and then convince himself it’s good for Sam. I don’t think there’s anything malicious in this pattern, I think Dean is just operating at a high level of cognitive dissonance and avoids question his own motivations and feelings.

-Dean manhandles Sam away from John, de-escalating, then things escalate again and Sam and John grab at each other and it looks like they’re going to fight so Dean changes tactics. He forces them apart and puts himself physically in front of Sam, telling John to back off. First he tries to get Sam away, then he stands in front of him to protect him and waits until John walks away.

And now seems like a good time to talk about the fact that John was probably violent when they were kids. They don’t seem particularly scared of him, and they seem all to genuinely love each other and be able to find moments of ease and humor, so it was probably more a violence born of dysfunction than systematic abuse. There’s enough evidence for this that it’s safe to assume. For example, John says “I stopped being your father and I became your drill sergeant,” and he’s a vet, so he probably means that pretty literally and that in itself is a brutal way to treat children. In season 6, when Dean is explicitly trying not be become his father but falling more and more into re-enacting John’s behaviors, he slaps Ben across the face to try getting him out of shock. In s7 teenage Sam says that his dad has a temper and you wouldn’t want to see him after he’s been drinking. And then of course there’s this scene.

Neither Sam nor John see Dean’s diffusion of the situation as unusual. He’s done it before. Dean’s primary order is to look after Sammy. So I can’t really see him letting John get escalated with Sam, especially with how comfortable Sam is with Dean protecting him.

As codependent as Dean is with John, it seems like Sam is the subject on which he challenges him. He doesn’t have to break from his role as John’s surrogate co-parent and partner or as Sam’s (everything, but first and foremost) protector to do this, so it’s not really even him breaking rank. Dean follows John’s orders because he wants to keep Sam safe in the first place, so it makes perfect sense that this is normal for him. His motivations revolve around Sam.

-Sam, pacing, waiting for Dean to return from the morgue: “it shouldn’t be taking this long, I should go help.” Sam worrying about Dean part 497.

-John uses the vampire’s mate as a hostage because they mate for life. Immediately after this, a vampire uses Sam as a hostage to make Dean back off. It takes one to know one.

-When John kills the vampire Sam stumbles into Dean, who catches him. Dean holds onto Sam until the vampire dies, which takes a moment. Maybe even after that.

-John tells the boys they disobeyed a direct order and Sam says yes sir and Dean says “but we saved your ass.”

Sam can’t believe Dean said that. He looks afraid of what John will do.

Dean showed Sam that he can stand up to their dad too, and not just when it comes to de-escalating situations where Sam is involved- he stands up for himself.

This is important because it’s Dean breaking away from John and coming into his own. Sam has come to understand and even appreciate Dean’s obedience to John, but he still couldn’t choose to be with Dean rather than living a normal life when Dean was following John without question. Now Sam can believe in Dean’s ability to break the pattern Sam couldn’t live with. They’re a team.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #wincest #spn 1x20

[boliv-jenta]

After all this 'no age gap' talk, this came to me.

No outbreak Joel Miller x virgin f!reader.

Dave York x virgin f!reader

WC:3.9k

Summary: Before you go off to college, you are determined to get a different type of education.

Warnings: smut. Dark-ish Joel. Dave is his own warning as usual. Unprotected P in V sex. M&F oral. Fingering. Degradation. Slight dub con if you look too close. Reader is just turning 18. One use of 'daddy' for affect.

Summer Schooled

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It was an exciting time for you. The summer you turned 18. A whole new world of possibilities was opening up for you. First you needed to get some cash saved up. 

Your mom was generous and would support you, but you didn't want to take advantage of her generosity to go out partying with your new college friends.

That was where babysitting came in. 

Luckily enough the new house you'd moved to sat between two families. The Millers to the left and the Yorks to the right.

Mr Miller, Joel, was a single father. Mr York, Dave, you would soon come to find, was unhappily stuck in his marriage.

Both men had gazed a little too long when you had moved in. Their desires became even more apparent when you started working for them. Desires that you assured them that you returned. Both men had been strict on their rule not to have sex with you until you turned 18. 

You had taken this as a challenge to make it the longest summer of their lives. Luckily for you it was one of the hottest summers too. Summer dresses and tiny shorts with tight vest tops were your daily wardrobe. Something both men took note of as you entered their homes to look after their children.

Dave was the first to snap and touch you. Just a palm of your lower back as he left but it was a start. Joel had been the first to kiss you. When you cut your finger while washing up, you'd used one of his favourite movies to urge him to kiss you where it didn't hurt.

Joel was also the first one to sext you. You tried it with both of them. Dave had shut you down and called you a 'dirty girl'. Joel had been direct. He told you to dip your fingers in your pussy and tell him how you tasted. Joel told you exactly how to get yourself off and how he was fucking his fist over you. 

Laying on your bed recovering from a bone shaking orgasm, Dave's ID flashed up on your phone. "Dirty fucking girl. Texting me shit like that. My wife could have seen it. Never leave a paper trail." He was breathing heavily like he was running. Then he groaned. Not running. "I'm assuming you've already touched yourself. Now you get to listen to me jerk off over the thought of you playing with that pussy." The sound of skin slapping skin came down the phone along with his grunts. He hissed your name out before hanging up.

Joel caught you at the door a couple of days later. Pushing you back into a quiet corner. He whispered in your ear. "Slip your fingers in your pussy." With a sign you did so. Only for him to snatch your hand and sink your fingers in his mouth while looking deep into your eyes. He walked out like nothing happened leaving you to care for Sarah.

Dave was the first one you got to touch your tits. They let you use their pool when they were out. Dave arrived home early just as you were applying sunscreen. He innocently offered to help. The whole thing became less innocent when his large warm hands travelled the skin from your back to your shoulders then down to your chest. His thick fingers edged under your bikini top to stroke your nipples as he palmed the soft, firm flesh. When Carol arrived a few minutes later, you dived into the water, hoping to blame your painfully hard nipples on the cold.

Using that incident as leverage, you coax Joel into putting his mouth on your breasts. He trialled hot kisses between them, sucked your nippled until they ached from his attention. He'd only been able to pull himself away when he heard Sarah getting out of bed. He handed you your shirt with a warning glare before adjusting the bulge in his jeans.

The look on Dave's face the next time you saw him told you he already knew all about your time with Joel. The thought of them talking about you made your pussy weep. It almost distracted you from what Mrs York was telling you. "We won't need you on Friday night. I'm talking the girls on a trip. Anyway I hear it's your birthday on Saturday. You don't want to be up late babysitting the night before."

The Yorks might not have needed you on Friday but Joel did. The house was unusually dark when you knocked on the door. When no one answered you pushed the door, which swung open instantly. Fear crept up your spine as you edged inside. "Mr Miller?" 

The world spun as you were dragged inside. "Mr Miller is it now? What happened to 'Joel, please don't stop...'?" Dave had you backed into a corner, his body not touching but close enough to keep you in place. "He told me all about it. Bragged about it actually. I know all about how you'd talked him into it after I played with your perfect tits. Did you really think you could play us like that and get away with it?" 

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I couldn't help myself. It's been a while since I've had something like that to brag about." Joel appeared from the kitchen. 

"You don't need to apologise. She's a big girl. She knew what she was doing. Now she gets her punishment." Dave's hand was suddenly in your hair pulling you forward.

"Mr Yo...Dave stop!" He listened and stopped instantly. His hand still stayed threaded into your hair.

"I could stop or you could take it like a good girl?" 

Everything in your body thrummed with excitement. You were alone at the mercy of two men who you had been teasing for weeks. You should have been scared, a part of you was. It just added to the arousal. Locking eyes with Dave in the dimly lit room, you dropped to your knees. "Good girl but it's not time for that yet." Dragging you up he flung you over his shoulder and hauled you up to Joel's bedroom.

Unceremoniously, he dumped you onto the bed. Two pairs of hands roughly dragged your clothes from you before Dave flipped you onto all fours. "Joel. Come and look at this. She's dripping and we haven't even touched her. Dirty girl." His hand coming down on the bare flesh on your ass stung. A sting that burned down to your core.

Joel hummed low in approval before settling on the bed next to your head. "He's right. You've been a very dirty girl. You've made things so hard for us." He framed the bulge in his jeans with one large hand for emphasis. "Now, I'm willing to forgive you, Baby. Provided you do a few things for me but Dave there, he's pretty mad." Another slap to your rear. "Be a good girl and take your punishment and we'll see if you can make it up to us."

"Okay." Your voice was thick with arousal and a little timid. For all your teasing you were not prepared for this.

"Let's see how tight this pussy really is." Dave had two fingers at your entrance, he swiped them through the mess there coating them before pressing them against your virgin hole. 

"Oh, Dave!" Even the slightest press of his thick fingers felt better than anything you had done on your own. "Be..be gentle."

A huff of laughter rang from Dave. 

Joel was more sympathetic. "Come 'ere, Darlin'." Lightly, he cupped your face bringing your lips to his is a soft, sensuous kiss. A complete juxtaposition to Dave burying his fingers inside you in one long push. 

One of your hands grabbed Joel's well defined bicep and clung on. A little whimper broke the kiss. "Sshh. You're alright. I've got you." He kissed you again and softly kneaded your breast in his warm hand. It all provided a welcome distraction from the burn between your legs as Dave worked you open on his fingers. "It'll feel better soon. Here, why don't I give you something else to think about? The hand that wasn't still cupping your face began to undo his ever present jeans. To your surprise he wasn't wearing underwear. Dark curls came into view before he pulled out his hard length, and what a length. He could easily give the men in the 'big cock' section of your favourite porn site a run for their money. "Here, Sweetheart. Give it a taste. Stick out your tongue." When you obliged Joel ran the thick tip of it across your tongue. The weight of it felt good. It tasted musky and a little salty. It wasn't unpleasant. "Good girl. Now wrap your lips around it, take it into your mouth. Ohhh." You felt the groan from his chest deep in yours. It made you wetter. A fact that a groan from Dave confirmed. He was now slowly working his fingers in and out of your now slick channel. 

Joel began to gather your hair into a ponytail. Gently he used it to guide your head up and down just a little. "Just like that. Suck on it, like an ice pop on a warm day. I know you know how to do that." Yet another one of your teasing strategies. "Oh, fuck. Yes, Baby. Perfect." For a moment you settled into a rhythm with Joel, shallow bobs of your head as you sucked lightly. The routine of it left your mind free to think about Dave's fingers inside you. The burn had subsided and now pleasure was blooming along with you around him. 

"I think we're ready here." Dave called out. Joel lifted your mouth from him. Getting up he went to judge for himself. 

"Really? You're going to fuck her before you make her come?" Joel asked incredulously.

"Good girls get to come. Not filthy little cock teasing whores." Another firm slap to your ass jolted you.

"Oh, she's being a good girl for us. Go see for yourself." With that they swapped places. 

Joel was at your pussy and Dave began pressing into your mouth. "Shit. Maybe you can earn my forgiveness. Breathe through your nose." Dave pushed in further than Joel then further still. Until you had to wrench your mouth off of him as you gagged. "Don't worry, we'll work on that. I'll be fucking your throat in no time."

Given his equally large size you doubt that. "Come on, put your mouth back on it." As you did, Joel licked a strip up your folds. You moans were muffled around Dave's cock. Your lips vibrated against his balls. "Oh, that'll do. Suck on my balls. Play with them."

The sensation was strange, they were actual balls in a sack. You couldn't argue with the name. One rolled against your tongue, the other on your fingertips. Dave's cock twitched against your face as you did so. That's when Joel decided to lick you again. This time he didn't stop. He licked and sucked and worked you on the curve of his beautiful nose until you came with a cry against Dave's now drool covered balls. 

"Now can I fuck her?" Dave almost brushed your boneless form off his lap. His hand spread your spit all over his cock as he spoke.

Joel must have silently agreed or the mind blowing orgasm had dulled your senses because Dave's fat cock head was notched at your entrance. Both men cursed as Dave began to slide into you. 

The pressure was a lot but there was no pain. It just felt…intrusive. 

Joel was at your side again. "How you doin', Angel?"

"Good. It doesn't hurt. He's just…big." He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you spoke.

"That's good, for now. I think that might change. I'll help you through it." His fingers came up to circle your clit. 

Your pussy clenched at what he could mean. Dave felt it. "Don't worry. I'll only give you what you deserve." 

Gradually, Dave's hips picked up their pace. His cock dived deeper with each thrust until every forward thrust left him deep seated inside you. The tip pressed against your cervix. The sensation of it was all too much. You felt overwhelmed by the pleasure and so full of him it boarded on painful. You didn't realise you were crying until Joel hushed you. "Just concentrate on my fingers, Honey." They still circled your clit.

"It's too much, Joel." You sobbed.

"You should have thought about that before teasing me. My hand or my wife's pussy haven't been enough. I've needed to use this tight little cunt. You dirty fucking bitch." His thrusts were deep and fast now. It was too much for you to enjoy. Luckily, Joel's hands were skilled enough to draw an orgasm out of you. "Fuck." Dave gritted. "That's it. Take it. Fucking take it. Oh, god." Dave practically growled as he filled you. 

There wasn't even a moment for you to catch your breath as he flipped you onto your back. Two fingers curled inside your pussy collecting your combined spend and shoving it into your mouth. "Suck." Came Dave's wrecked voice. He moaned when you did. "I bet we taste fucking good." Was all he said before turning to Joel. "You're too fucking soft on her. I'm going for a smoke."

The door closed swiftly behind him as he left. It felt like he took the air with him. The weight of everything crushed you. You'd just had sex. It was incredible but not what you were expecting. Tears felt from your eyes. Joel was wiping them away in an instant. "Did he hurt you? I know he was rough…"

"No. He didn't. Well he did…" Joel bristled. "....but I loved it. I loved him using me. I wanted to please him. Can I please you, Joel?"

"Oh, Darlin', of course you can. I'm not leaving without feeling this pretty pussy around my cock. I want to know what it feels like when I make you come. Plus, you do owe me. After all that teasing. Bad girl." Grabbing a couple of pillows, he walked around to the bottom of the bed. Strong hands lifted your hips and propped them up on the pillows. "Here, let's get you all ready." His hands spread your legs wide. "So fucking pretty. I'm going to give you my cock now. Remember, you need to take it well, be my good girl."

The moans from the two of you harmonised as he bottomed out. "S'good for me. So fucking tight. You're going to jerk my cock off nicely. If you're good I'll use it to make you come too."

"I want to be good for you, tell me how." You swear you felt him swell inside you.

"Oh, Sweetheart. They'll be so many ways. Right now, you can take my cock and tell me how good it feels."

"So, so good, Joel. I feel so full of you. In a good way."

"Mmmm, yeah. I can feel you getting wetter around me. You love being filled by a grown man's cock, don't you? I saw you don't bother with any boys." With Joel and Dave around, who's looking at boys? "You need someone with experience to teach you how to work a pussy. See how quick you came on my face? Tasted like heaven." His thrusts stayed deep, he barely moved out but they quickened just a touch. "Tell me how much you like it." 

"I fucking love it, Joel. I want your cock every day now." His cock twitched again at your swearing.

One of his hands came up around your throat. "I'm not sure I like you cussing. I'll have to wash your mouth out. Open." He prised your lips apart with his thumb. His spit hitting your tongue made you jump and instinctively swallow around his thumb. "Good girl."

For a while he just slowly used your pussy. Long, lazily thrusts in and out as he muttered praise. "I've dreamed about this. For a little too long. When you came to view the house, I was relieved that you were legal because of the thoughts I had about you. I wanted to fuck you in that little dress you had on. Your tits looked fucking amazing. If I'd have known no one had touched you I might have given it to you then. Such a waste of a perfect cunt. Had you touched yourself then? Did you know how good it felt?"

"Yes." Was all you could breathe out so mesmerised by his low voice and the roll of his hips.

"Fuck. Making me feel like a dirty old man. I should have spoken to you. Saw how mature you are. Mature enough to drive two old men to fuck you. And take it so well." He groaned and muttered to himself. 

The gentle thrusts were building something inside you. Unlike with Dave this was pure pleasure.

"Oh, Joel. It feels so good." There were no words for it.

"So do you, Baby. Even though this pussy is tainted with Dave's cum. I'll soon fix that. I'll pump you so full of my load that I'll flush him out. I bet you'd like that, being full of the cum of two men. A married one at that. So dirty. That's what you've wanted isn't it? To show us how dirty you are. For us to fix it? I'm going to give you my cock until it calms you down. We can't have you going off to college whoring around. Am going to make you come so hard that you'll only want me. Knees up." He lifted your knees and held them in place. Leaning back he repositioned his cock against something inside you. A few short thrusts had you arching towards him. "There it is. You hold your knees for me. I want you wide open. I want to see your folds taking me. I want to see you cream on my cock."

The spot inside was soon pummelled by the swollen head of Joel's cock. That along with the drag of his thick girth against your walls was sending you higher by the second. "Oh, Joel. Oh, god!"

"Fuck. He won't help you, Darlin' but scream all you like." His voice was shaky with the effort of Jackrabbiting into you. Your nails bit into your own skin, desperately looking for something to hold. "Yes. Taking it so well. You're gonna make me come. Gonna shoot a big, thick load inside of you. You want that?"

"Yes, Joel, please. Please." You were near sobbing now. It just felt so damn good.

"Oh course you do. Fucking filthy. I bet part of you wants it to take. For me to get you knocked up. Then you can stay with me and get this cock anytime. I could fill you all day with no consequences and when your pussy is too sore I can use this dirty mouth."

The lewdness corrupting a beautiful act sent another wave of arousal through you. Maybe Joel was right, you were just plain dirty.

"Oh, shit. I won't last much longer. Gonna fill you soon. Want to you to squeeze my cock first. Come on." His thumb rapidly flicked over your clit causing you to writhe and moan on his dick. "So pretty. Come on. Soak my cock. Squeeze it. Make me come. Be a good girl for Daddy."

The world shattered into a million pieces. The shard cut through any thoughts, shredding them to nonsense. Sights and sounds all bounced off of them, spreading them far from your conscious mind. Eventually, they all tinkled to the ground allowing for the world to reform around you. 

"Fuck me." Was the first sound in the new world. Dave was standing at the bottom of the bed. "Look at this pretty mess."

It took you a moment to register that your legs were still spread. Your pussy on display for him. It was drenched.

Joel stood to the right of him. The top of his jeans stained a darker colour along with the bottom of his grey t-shirt. "Let's get you cleaned up. You did so well, squirting all over me."

Shit. You thought that only happened in porn. Joel moved to gently get you up. Dave stopped him. "I'm not wasting that." His head instantly between your legs.

"I think she's had enough." Joel warned him.

Dave took his mouth off of you and replaced it with his fingers. "I don't give a fuck. We had a deal. I'm getting my fill. She's going to come in my mouth. Aren't you, Gorgeous? Come on, give me more to think about when I have to get it up for my wife." His hot mouth returned to you. His tongue searched your folds for every drop of your sweet release. When he was satisfied he buried his whole face in your pussy. Licking, sucking and shaking his head until you came for him. Standing, he wiped off his mouth. "Now, you can clean her up."

Joel rolled you up off of the bed. Before setting you on the side of the tub. Taking a hair tie he piled your hair up and secured it in place. Once the tub was filled, he slid you into it. Taking a wash cloth he cleaned you down inch by inch. When he was done he helped you out. He dried every part of you thoroughly. Placing a kiss to your sore pussy as he did. Scooping you up in his arms. He placed you into his freshly changed bed. "Sleep, Darlin'."

Exhaustion over took you. You barely had chance to feel Joel's now naked body against your back before you drifted off. At some point you stirred from your sleep, still too tired to wake up fully. Joel's hand was on one of your tits. The other was furiously jerking his cock. 

"Sorry, Sweetheart. You just look so good. So warm against me. You sleep. I'm almost done." Even that couldn't keep you awake. 

Neither did the hot drip of his cum on your tits or the warmth of his tongue as he licked it all off. Into the morning you woke to Joel's cock hard and heavy between your thighs as he spooned you from behind. 

As your brain slowly came around their was one thought that struck you. "What did Dave mean by you made a deal?"

Joel skimmed his lips on your bare shoulder. "Good morning to you, too! We made a deal. He got to have you first and I got to keep you until college."

"Keep me?" You smiled.

"It'll take more than one lesson to teach a naughty girl like you have to behave." With that he pinched your nipple roughly and plunged his cock deep into you. You let out a scream which he silenced with his hand. "See. It's early.." he gritted as he fucked you hard. "...people are…trying to sleep. You need…to be…more…respectful. Under…understand?"

"Yes!" You moaned through his fingers. 

"Good but I think I really need to drive the lesson home." With that he pressed you into the mattress face first, slamming into you until you came, gasping for breath. His fingers joined his cock to get you off again before he painted your cunt. "Happy birthday." He panted into your shoulder while he softened inside you.

You'd spent the first part of the summer making it as long a summer as possible for Joel and Dave. Now you had a feeling Joel was going to make the rest of it feel as long as possible for you.

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[cheshirecatuniverse]

Todoroki Falling for You

featuring: Daruma Ikka! Reader (She/Her)

notes: my works can be gorey, violent, and other mature themes!

For you and Todoroki to meet it would have to be purely by chance.

One of the first times Hyuga had decided to align with Sword was at the fight between Kohaku & the Mighty Warriors. You were buzzing with eagerness the whole ride there.

So much so that Ukyo and Sakyo kicked you to the back of the car. Sitting on the trunk of the car wasn't as bad as it sounds. You had a solid grip, so you wouldn't fall off.

Sakyo even lit you a hand sparkler for compensation. Yay! But honestly, you don't know how Hyuga falls asleep on the hood of the car.

You had a lot of energy for the fight. You pushed around to make sure you were at the front of the action. At one point, you literally dove down on a group of guys and smiled at the sound of broken bones. Everything went by too fast for you, the need of adrenaline driving you to fight with Sarah. It seemed like you were the only person around to keep up with her.

When the word spread that Kohaku lost you groaned. No! What the fuck? You had to sadly wave Sarah goodbye, you really thought you could win. Bring back some pride for Daruma Ikka.

Sulking dramatically, you found something on the ground. Eh, who brings glasses to a fight?

"Hyuga look," You waved the pair of black glasses around, "Nobody stepped on these."

"What does that have to do with me?" Hyuga dismissed it with an eye roll, "Get in the car."

Laying on the trunk of one of Hyuga's cars, you wiped the lenses with your red sleeve. You didn't wear them but looked through them for a couple of seconds before rubbing your eyes. Man, someone had to be blind to use these.

"I think you have something that belongs to me."

You sat up, processing the Oya High uniform faster than the guy's actually face. You grinned, fiddling with them before throwing them into his hands.

You watched how quickly he glared at you, "So you're the weirdo who brought glasses. Have you ever thought about contacts?"

He inspected his glasses carefully. Then putting them on when he realized they were okay, "Not going to take advice from a Daruma girl."

"This Daruma girl saved you a lotta money," You remarked, hopping off the car, "Are you challenging me? Do you wanna fight? Cause I still wanna fight-"

Hyuga shut that shit down with a yell. You were back to sulking, but not before you told Todoroki, "Bye, school boy."

The next times you'd meet it would be the times Sword would get together. Which typically would be in a urgent or bad situation so you wouldn't get much time to talk to Todoroki.

You would, however, tease him as many chances you got. Even if it was just flicking his forehead as you were walking with your group or jump scaring him mid-fight.

Then there was another time at a Sword fight that he had forgotten his glasses. But the Oya High trucks had left already.

So when there was another time that you were bored at the Daruma Temple (which was the next day) you walked over to Oya Territory.

You snuck in the High School, even with your bright red jacket.

When you found Todoroki, you popped out of nowhere.

You made Tsuji and Shibaman scream.

Todoroki could tell before you pulled your hood down it was you.

"I'm telling you," You huff putting his glasses down on a desk, "Invest in contacts."

He actually smiled at you with his hands in his pockets, "I'm fine with these."

Todoroki would never tell you he left his glasses behind on purpose.

Because you are younger compared to a lot of the guys from Daruma you tend to get bored a lot.

Since meeting Todoroki, you go to the Oya district a lot. You get to do a lot of things you don't normally do, like CAT CAFES.

As soon as you saw the cats from the window, you gasped. The look on your face had Todoroki opening the door, waiting for you to go in first. You look at him with a "Really?" and he just nodded.

Before you know it you're going out with Todoroki almost daily.

He likes having you around, but it would take him a considerable amount of time to truly get close to you.

You text Todoroki a lot. Starting with a 🥹 emoji.

It gets to the point Hyuga asks if you're dating him, you scratch your head and say no of course.

But you do notice how you like to grab onto his arms more than anyone else. When he laughs at a joke, you squeeze his bicep in happiness.

You notice how often your stomach seems to flutter whenever you're around him. Still, you don't connect the dots.

Todoroki walks on the roadside of the sidewalk when you're together. He's slick with it to, you don't even notice.

If you're ever surrounded, guys trying to take you down, on instinct, you shield Todoroki. Which his heart gets all mushy for, until you punch someone's teeth out, then he's reminded to fight.

Todoroki knows he treats you differently from the rest of his friends, but it takes a long time to realize. He likes you.

At the realization, there are some days where he skips on hanging out with you. But then he misses you and immediately starts talking to you again.

You know how girls like to give guys their scrunchies? You gave Todoroki one of your red and white bandannas. He has it neatly folded in his pocket forever and ever.

Any event, occasion, achievement, you bring the fireworks. Murayama leaving Oya? You made sure you got at least a dozen huge fireworks. Todoroki won a fight? 20 huge fireworks, and 10 small ones tonight and some poppers to top it off. Hand Sparklers, just for when you want to feel happy.

When you go shopping anywhere you're always looking for science books or journals. Anything that looks like a world wonder or cool for Todoroki because you knew he'd like that sort of thing. You really like how happy he gets each one you get him.

Sometimes, you help Hyuga take his cars over to a Daruma-friendly shop and work on them yourself. Once, you told Todoroki, Tsuji, and Shibaman to come over so that you all can have lunch after.

What Todoroki wasn't prepared for was how hot you looked working on a car. Oil stained white tank top with some old grey sweats and your signature silver chain around your neck to top it off.

You've called Todoroki multiple times, he doesn't answer immediately to your surprise.

"Todoroki?"

Tsuji has to elbow him in the ribs to bring him back to life.

"-Hrgnh, um yes?"

Okay, so you don't really have any friends outside of Daruma and Oya, but since meeting Todoroki and the rest, you actually feel more confident. When you mentioned trying to talk to people from your own school, Todoroki is really supportive. Encouraging to not let any anxiety or insecurity to get the best of you.

One time, you two were out at a cafe. You insisted on buying and getting the drinks this time. Which, Todoroki fought for a good minute until you said this was for passing the exam he was working so hard to study for.

While you were waiting for the drinks you ordered, a girl went over to flirt with Todoroki. You didn't even notice until you had both drinks in your hands and you turned around.

The girl could not stop giggling, and you couldn't help but notice how disinterested he was the whole conversation. Todoroki looked almost uncomfortable.

You felt hot, like a weird burning fever in your chest. Not staying still any longer, you walked over, right behind her. Todoroki's eyes immediately brightened up at the sight of you. The poor girl thought her endeavors were working and tried reaching for his hand-

"Wow! I totally don't remember inviting you with us," You smiled stiffly and eyes on fire.

She turned around, silently scoffing as she got up. You immediately sat down, sliding Todoroki his coffee. Her eyes focused on your bright red Daruma Ikka jacket, silver chain, and the bandanna hanging out of your pocket.

"Thug," She spat out and flipped her hair before walking away.

Oh. That may have hurt a little more than it should have.

"Then I guess I'm a thug too," Todoroki tried to cheer you up.

You forced out a laugh, hating the way your eyes stung. Todoroki wasn't having it, he grabbed the bottom of your chair and dragged you closer to him. He moved his arm around your shoulders. That strange flutter in your stomach came back.

#high & low #high&low #high&low the worst x #high&low x reader #high and low #oya high #high&low imagine #high&low todoroki #todoroki yosuke #todoroki yosuke x reader #daruma ikka

[rosepascal]

Ice skating woes || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Joel's getting old and his body isn't what it used to be, but that stubborn man refuses to let that get in the way of a day with his granddaughter.

warnings: no outbreak Joel

a/n: I really liked this idea but I'm not sure if I love how it turned out tbh. Actually to be completely honest I think this is going to be my last fic in a while. The motivation just isn't there anymore. The interest is gone. I love Joel and Mando and all the Pedro characters still but I just don't find the joy that I used to. I need a break. Thank you for reading if you do and thank you for letting me post my writing <3

There's nothing more embarrassing for Joel than to admit he's getting older. He used to be able to pick up Sarah in one arm and carry her for as long as she wanted. Now getting out of bed is a challenge, his back hurts, his knees hurt.

His hair is turning gray and his once fit body has turned into what you lovingly call a "dad bod". He should be grateful he still gets to do things with his little girl who isn't so little anymore and his granddaughter who calls him papa but Joel hates every moment he feels weak. Which is why he's determined to get on the damn ice rink, even if it kills him.

“Papa!” Joel, who’s lying on the couch, sits up as he hears the voice of his granddaughter.

“Joel, careful.” You rest your hands on his shoulders as he groans in pain. His back has been killing him and you have sent him to rest with an ice pack.

“I’m fine.” Joel grumbles as pain shoots through his back. You frown as Joel puts on the biggest smile as Charlotte climbs into his lap.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?”

“Papa, I'm your only granddaughter.” She says with a giggle.

“Hi baby,” You turn your attention to Sarah who is watching Joel and Charlotte with a smile.

“Charlotte, you ready to go ice skating!” You say cheerfully as you get her attention. Joel smiles but you can see him grimace in pain every time she jumps on him.

“Go get your snow coat from the closet and we’ll go!” She runs upstairs faster than you’ve ever seen her run.

“Hi dad,” Sarah goes to hug Joel and he winces as he stands up. Sarah frowns as Joel tries to cover it up.

“Dad..” Joel waves her off, hearing her tone of concern.

“I’m fine baby, nothin’ some tylenol won’t fix.” Ever since Sarah was a kid Joel’s been working himself to the bone and even if he’s retired now it’s really catching up with him.

“I’m ready!” Charlotte runs downstairs with her coat in hand, bouncing to get to the ice skating rink. Immediately she puts her arms up for Joel, asking to be picked up.

“Charlotte baby how about I carry you,” You put your arms out and though she is hesitant at first she hops into your arms.

You carry her out to the car, listening to her babbling about skating and how she wants hot chocolate too. As you buckle her in you hear Joel grumbling and Sarah sigh.

“Joel baby, you need to take care of yourself.” You whisper as you get in the front seat of the car. Joel buckles into the driver's seat and looks at you.

“I told you both, I’m fine.” He starts the car and drives off without another word. You love Joel more than anything in the world but man is he stubborn. He’s hurt, he’s in pain and that idiot won’t admit it. Sure it’s ice skating now but what if something happens? What if he really hurts himself? Charlotte can barely contain her excitement as the ice rink comes into view. Once Joel shuts off the car she’s already bouncing out of her seat.

“Calm down there sweetpea.” Joel chuckles as he gets out and opens her door. Once she’s unbuckled she tugs on Joel's hand and the two of them hurry to the doors.

“What are we going to do about him?” Sarah sighs as she walks with you to join them.

“I don’t know.” You see the pain in his face when he holds Charlotte, when he bends down to help tie her skates, and when he bends down to tie his own.

“Damn laces,” He grumbles. Sighing, you bend down and take them from his hand.

“Are you sure you want to do this honey?” You ask one last time. Joel cups your cheek and you lean into his hand.

“What kind of grandpa would I be if I can’t take my little girl skating?”

Your heart breaks as Joel stands up and walks towards Charlotte. You know Joel looks back on his time with Sarah with regret.

He doesn’t regret how she turned out, she makes him proud everyday. But he regrets the fact he couldn’t be there for her like he wanted to. He couldn’t make every soccer game or take her to the mall when she wanted. He couldn’t always do fun stuff and it killed him.

Now he’s older and he doesn’t work anymore but he can feel his body failing him. He’s not the same guy anymore. He’s shaky when he gets on the ice, his knees aren’t as strong as they were before and it's starting to hurt. But the moment he sees Charlotte's smiling face he fights through the pain. You skate alongside them, watching as Joel holds her hand and picks her up when she falls.

“Papa Papa watch!” She lets go of his hand and starts to skate by herself.

“Look at you go sweetpea,” Joel compliments as she starts to move faster. Charlotte, who’s wrapped up in her own world, starts to skate recklessly.

“Be careful!” You skate faster towards her but before you can get to her she collides right into Joel’s legs, sending both of them to the ground. Joel grabs Charlotte without thinking.

Pulling her into his chest to break her fall as he falls hard on his back. You skate as fast as you can and kneel beside them. Sarah comes rushing over too.

“Oh my god are you okay?” You ask both of them.

Charlotte clings to Sarah and it's clear that she’s alright, just a little scared. Joel on the other hand does not look okay. His face is scrunched up in pain and though he’s always been able to hide it very well it’s clear he can’t anymore.

“Joel!” You cup his face and try to help him up. He groans in pain as his back seizes up on him. White hot pain shoots through his body.

“Baby,” You help him sit up and he reaches to take his skates off but he can’t move his back an inch without it being too painful.

“I got you baby,” After taking off his skates you and Sarah helped him to his feet which was not easy given how little he could move. Slowly you take him to the exit and back onto solid ground where he could sit.

“I’m fine.” He grumbles and you roll your eyes. He's like a broken record.

“Will you stop trying to be the tough guy all the damn time!” You scold Joel.

“Please..” You kneel down and rest your head on his knees.

“I need to be there for her.” He says.

“You are there for her. You go to all her dance recitals, dinner every Sunday, what more could she want?” You ask him. He doesn’t know what to say. He knows why, deep down he knows why he’s ignoring the pain. It’s not just for Charlotte, but for Sarah and for you.

“I’m getting old. Soon enough I won’t be able to do all the things a grandfather should do with their grandkid. I just, what if I…” What if he dies before he can see her grow up? What if she stops caring about him?

“Don’t think about that.” You say quickly.

“Joel, she loves you. You’re her favorite person in the whole world and I’m sure she’d rather have you on the sidelines and not hurt in a hospital.” Joel knows you’re right and his back really does hurt right now.

“I know, I know.”

“Papa..” Joel looks up and could feel his heart break when he sees Charlotte with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Her lip wobbles as she speaks. Joel opens his arms and she rushes into them.

“Don’t cry sweetpea, it wasn’t your fault I promise.” Joel hoists her into his lap and dries her tears.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently. She nods her head and curls into his chest.

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“Can we go home? I wanna watch frozen.” Joel chuckles and Charlotte hops down from his lap.

“Course we can.”

Joel doesn’t fight you when you help him up or when you drive home so he can recline his seat a little. He lets you put a heat pack on his back as you place multiple pillows for him to rest on. Charlotte cuddles next to him and Sarah sits next to her. She gives her dad a look, one that Joel understands without a word.

“Ready?” You sit next to Joel and turn on the movie.

Her eyes sparkle with excitement as the music from her favorite movie starts to play.

Maybe getting older ain’t so bad. He has his daughter who’s grown up before his eyes and a granddaughter who he loves with everything he’s got. He has you, the love of his life. Who isn’t afraid to put him in his place when he’s being stubborn. So yeah, Joel doesn’t like the fact that he’s getting older.

But if getting older means that he gets to have more moments like these, then he’ll take the bad back any day.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

[agentmarcuspike]

ZIGGY can i request number four with joel?

prompt: painting their nails pairing: joel x reader (ft. sarah) word count: ~750

(idk what this header is lmao please forgive)

“What’s that smell?” Joel shouts as he kicks his boots off in the hallway. “You guys playing chemists in there?” 

When he enters the kitchen, he stops in his tracks immediately and swallows a yelp, his hand covering his heart as he leans on the door frame. You and Sarah look back at him with faces covered in white sheets. For a second he wonders if he’s started hallucinating ghosts, until you open your mouth to reply.

“We’re having a spa day!” you explain.

Sarah giggles at her dad’s sigh, and he makes his way over to where you’re sitting at the kitchen table, faces covered in facemasks, and Sarah’s fingers covered in polish as you paint them with a tiny brush. 

“Smells like a factory,” Joel mumbles, stealing a piece of cucumber from your bowl of “healthy snacks”. 

“She’s painting my nails!” Sarah quips, wiggling her finished hand towards her dad.

“Lemme see,” he says, holding her fingers carefully between his, inspecting them.

He nods, face radiating approval through his trademark impressed-dad-upside-down-grin. “'S'a nice color.” 

Sarah beams at the compliment. “I picked it!” 

“Great job, kid,” he smiles, carefully stroking her hair instead of ruffling it like he used to when she was younger, and cared less about her looks. He can tell that you've played hairdressers on each other, and doesn't want to ruin it.

“Want me to do yours too?” you wink at Joel.

He laughs. “Nah, the guys at work would have a field day.” 

You raise your brows in surprise, slightly disappointed with his attitude. “Oh. Didn’t peg you for someone who cared about that…”

“I don’t,” he says defensively. “I just…” He clears his throat as he grabs a chair.

The air is thick with anticipation as you and Sarah look at him.

“Oh what the hell,” he says eventually, and Sarah claps in victory. Joel throws a leg over the extra chair and scoots it closer to the table, giving you his hand. “Just not, like, underwear red or somethin’. ‘S’not really… my color.” 

Sarah looks quickly from her dad to you and back before getting up.

“Okay, I don’t wanna know what that means…”

She gives her dad a playful shove. “I’m gonna go take this mask off.”

“Your nails aren’t dry yet!” you yell after her, but she’s already halfway out the door.

“I’ll be careful!” she shouts back, before the door to her bedroom down the hall slams shut.

Joel gives you an embarrassed smile. You grab his hand, guiding it to where you need it on the table, and pick out a few colors for him to choose between. The bottles clink as you put them down on the table in front of him, one by one. You end up with a light blue, a deep brown, and a bright pink. 

“Personally,” you say before he can decide, “I think this would look amazing on you.” You point to the pink one. “And the guys at work can call me if they have a problem with a man confident enough in his masculinity not to care.” You shoot him a daring smile.

That gains you a chuckle from him. “Fine…” he says defeatedly. “Try it out on one first.” He lifts his pointer finger to signal where he wants the color.

“How about two,” you challenge, meeting his eyes while holding his pointer and middle finger with one hand as you expertly unscrew the small bottle of polish with the other.

“I don’t think it’ll go with any of my shirts,” he jokes, blushing slightly and paying close attention as the brush spreads the bright color on his nail, instead of looking at you.

You pause and squint up at him until he meets your gaze. “I know something of mine they’d look really good in.” 

The slight blush on Joel’s cheekbones spreads to his entire face at that, eyes bulging as he realizes which place you’re referring to. He shoots a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Sarah’s out of earshot before he answers.

“Oh yeah?” he all but whispers. “You’d like the look of that? My fingers with painted nails on you?”

“Mhm,” you mumble through tight lips, biting down on your bottom one. “On me… and…”

Under the table, your foot slides casually up to rest on the seat of his chair between his thighs before you finish your thought. 

“In me…”  

A growl escapes Joel from deep in his chest before he can stop it. You wiggle your eyebrows at him as you rise from the table.

“Good thing you only wanted two nails done,” you say, grabbing him by the arm, guiding him towards the stairs to your upstairs bedroom. “I don’t think I’d have the patience to wait for all of them to dry.”

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller x you #jhasgdkjsah what even is this sorry #my writing

[cloveswifey]

Laser Tag

Parings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Words: 1.2k

The Pouges were all gathered in the chateau, discussing who would win their game of laser tag. They were all excited to play, but they were also competitive and each of them thought they had what it takes to win.

Their school had announced a trip of laser tag and who were the Pouges to unattended.

Y/n was the first to speak up. "Alright, who do you guys think is going to win this thing?"

John b chuckled. "Obviously, it's going to be me. I've got the skills and the reflexes to take down anyone who comes my way."

Kiara rolled her eyes. "Please, you're not the only one with skills. I'm going to take you all down and come out on top."

Pope chimed in. "I don't know about that. I think I'm going to surprise you all and come out as the winner."

"Let’s be honest now, we all know who’s gonna win," says JJ with a laugh, pointing to himself.

John B humorously challenges him, "Are you certain about that, JJ? Don't forget you'll be going up against y/n."

Cleo chimes in in agreement, "That's right."

Kiara joins in and teases JJ, "Looks like he's whipped, isn't he?"

JJ retorts, "Oh, please. Don't be ridiculous," causing y/n to blush in response.

Sarah smiled. "I don't know who's going to win, but I know we're all going to have a great time. And that's what really matters."

“All I know is that I wanna beat Rafe.” Pope chuckled.

They all laughed and continued to joke around, each of them confident that they would be the one to come out on top.

JJ looked at his watch. "Alright, it's time to go. Let's see who's really got what it takes."

As they left the basement and headed to the laser tag arena, they were all still laughing and joking around, but there was an underlying sense of competitiveness.

A man greeted the group and led them into a room filled with equipment. He pressed a button.

A screen lights up as a voice booms, "Welcome, tributes." The audio continues, "your teams have been randomly selected: strongest against strongest, weakest against weakest. These are your team leaders." The screen displays the team leaders' names.

"Team one's captain is John B," the voice declares. John B cheers and smirks in response.

Pope jumps up with excitement as the speaker declares, "The captain of team two will be Pope", raising his fist up high in celebration.

"Our tributes of team one are: John B, y/n, Cleo, Kelce, Rafe." the audio continues.

"And the tributes on team two are: pope, topper, kiara, sarah, JJ." The names echo through the room.

"Ugh, I'm stuck with these losers," Topper complains.

"Hey, don't be rude," Sarah retorts.

"Shut up sarah," Rafe adds.

"Once you hear the speakers call your name, please exit the arena and head to the waiting area to hear the scores," the audio instructs.

"Are you ready to lose, love?" I tease JJ with a smirk.

"What makes you so sure your team will win, princess?" JJ smirks back.

"Okay team one, if you could follow me.” the man instructs.

Cleo and I step through the doors, entering a dense jungle. "Come on, let's find a hiding spot," Cleo smirks, and we run into the foliage with our guns at the ready. As an alarm blares, indicating the start of the game, we split up and bolt in opposing directions.

As I turn the corner, I'm met with a sight of dirty blonde hair - it's topper. "Hey, lover boy," I smirk, shooting him in the stomach.

"Topper, you are dead," a voice echoes through the speakers.

“Dirty Pouge.” He mumbles before making his way out of the arena.

As I continue running and turning corners, I collide with a sturdy chest - it's John B. My eyes widen momentarily until I realize he's on my team.

"Let's team up and go after Sarah and JJ. I spotted them together while shooting at topper," I suggest, and he nods in agreement. Together, we speed off on our mission to find them.

I leap over the fake plastic rocks and spot someone with straight blonde hair peering out from behind a tree. I nudge John B and nod in the direction, and he grins.

I quickly seek refuge behind a rock to catch a better glimpse of Sarah. Meanwhile, John B approaches the girl from behind and wraps his arms round her waist.

But where is JJ?

Sarah pov

I'm startled by my boyfriend's hot voice as his arms wrap around my waist, and he plants a kiss on my temple. Instantly, butterflies fill my stomach.

"No, Sarah. Distract and shoot!" Kiaras wise words echo in my mind.

I turn around, unable to resist my boyfriend's charms, and press my lips to his. As the kiss intensifies, an idea forms in my mind. I quickly lift my gun to his back.

"Sarah and John B, you're out," the speaker announces.

"I guess we both had the same idea, babe," John B smirks, making me giggle. He then drapes his arm over my shoulders as we both walk out of the doors and wait for the game to end.

Y/n pov

As the speaker declares, "Four tributes left," I think to myself, "John B, you're pussy whipped."

Determined to win, I continue running until I spot the looming figure of Rafe slowly prowling through the trees. With a quick burst of energy, I run up behind Rafe and leap onto his back.

"Hey," I greet him with a smile as my arms wrap around his neck.

"Hi," he responds, glancing over his shoulder, his smirk growing wider.

Rafe and I had always been friends, our fathers were in business together despite my mother being a Pouge and my father being a kook.

"It's just you and me. Let's go show these Pouges how it's done," he declares, and I climb off his back as we begin searching for opponents from the opposite team.

Rafe and I carefully make our way around the corner and come face to face with JJ and Pope. The four of us stand with our guns pointed at each other - Rafe aiming at Pope, Pope aiming at me, JJ on Rafe, and I have my gun trained on JJ.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rafe takes a shot at Pope.

"Pope, you're out," the speaker declares.

But before he can react, JJ fires a shot at him. "Rafe, you're out," the speaker announces, and he glares at JJ before making his way out of the room.

JJ points her gun at me. "JJ, I don't want to get you out. So just go ahead and shoot me. I'll be out, and you win," I say, attempting to guilt trip him.

I lower my gun and wait for him to make his move.

Suddenly, JJ puts her gun away, pulls me into his embrace, and suggests calling it a tie. "Princess, why don't we just call it a tie?" He murmurs.

Feeling suspicious, I raise my gun and point it at his back. "Hmm, I'd rather not," I say, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the back.

"JJ, you're out," the speaker booms.

"Better luck next time, pretty boy," I say, kissing his cheek before making my way out, grinning.

He follows, pouting, and I can't help but giggle before planting another kiss on his lips, bringing a smile to his face.

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[inevitablysomber-dark]

Ladybug (Chapter 2)

Intensely Dark! Rafe Cameron x Acutely Aware! Reader

WARNING: Non-Consent, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stalking, forced interactions, Causing trauma, unhinged obsession. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: After a fresh breakup with her ex, Kyle, a chance encounter leads to an entanglement between Ladybug and her friend, Sarahs, volatile brother, Rafe, who had long standing conflicts with her friends. However, what began as an accidental hookup, quickly spirals into a troubling situation as Rafe's infatuation takes a darker turn. His fixation becomes a source of distress, as his persistent harassment disrupts Ladybugs Peace.

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Your body awoke before your mind could catch up.

Lying there, you remained still, eyes closed, grappling with confusion. The weight on your limbs felt unbearable, your eyelids seemingly sealed shut, and an unshakable exhaustion clung to you, with an inexplicable soreness present between your legs. Any attempt to move met resistance, as if your body was in rebellion against itself.

Taking a pause, you struggled to draw a few deep breaths and forced your eyes open. The room was unfamiliar, but a strange sense of recognition lingered in your foggy mind. With determined effort, you maneuvered your body into a sitting position, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. A black polo shirt on the ground caught your eye, triggering the memory of Rafe.

It dawned on you that you were in Rafe's room. As you strained to recall the events of the previous night, a frustrating blankness persisted. The hazy fragments of memory hinted at drinking a beer handed to you by Rafe, but the details remained elusive.

The realization of what might have transpired last night left a sour taste in your mouth, and the idea of Rafe's potential assault stirred a mix of emotions. Disgust and disappointment battled within you, but deep down, you couldn't claim surprise. You wanted to consider his actions heinous, yet a part of you felt a haunting familiarity with the situation.

Attempting to stand proved challenging, and your weakened legs betrayed you, sending you tumbling to the ground. The minimal movement you managed had drained a significant amount of your energy, leaving you feeling helpless.

Despite the physical strain, the urgency to leave outweighed the exhaustion. Summoning every ounce of strength, you forced yourself back onto your feet. Surveying the room, Rafes scattered clothes littered the floor, and you noticed your own strewn across his own. Dressing quickly, you made a silent exit, navigating through the mansion with the unfamiliar weight of your uncooperative body. The vastness of the already large mansion seemed to amplify as you struggled, determined to put distance between yourself and the potentially tumultuous consequences awaiting you within those walls.

Emerging from the mansion, you noted the absence of cars outside, surmising that the Cameron household had left for the day. Relief washed over you as you staggered away. Though walking remained a struggle, you felt a gradual resurgence of strength the farther you distanced yourself from the mansion. After a considerable trek, you reached a bus stop, lacking a bench that forced you to stand beneath the sun's unforgiving rays, amplifying your exhaustion.

Despite the growing weakness—your heart slowing, stomach collapsing—you remained vigilant until the bus arrived. Even as you put physical distance between yourself and the Cameron residence, a pervasive sense of unease lingered, compelling you to keep your guard up until you reached your stop.

Upon finally arriving home, your mother greeted you in the kitchen, worry etched across her face. She erupted with frantic concern, as if fearing the worst had befallen you. Too fatigued to engage, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze.

"Look, Mom, I'm very tired. We can talk about this later. Right now, I'm going to bed."

She paused, seemingly seeing you for the first time. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"No," you replied dismissively, not bothering to acknowledge her further. Heading to your room, you collapsed on your bed, a sense of ease overwhelming you as you drifted into sleep, escaping the cares of the world.

**

Four days

You remained in a deep slumber for four days.

Your mother dutifully brought meals to your bedside, but you only partook in breakfast. The rest of the day was spent in a heavy sleep, leaving untouched plates that your mother later swapped out with reheated food. Attempts at conversation were met with silence, prompting her to engage in one-sided talks.

On the fifth day, you finally opened your eyes, feeling less lethargic than when you first arrived home. You managed to consume all three meals for the day, and your mother's sigh of relief hinted at her deep concern, as she picked up empty plates, rather than plates filled with food.. While you still refrained from speaking, her worry was palpable, and she continued her solitary conversations.

On the sixth day, Kyle visited at your mother's behest. You couldn't fathom why she thought this was a good idea. Treating him with the same silence as her, you remained unresponsive until he revealed that he believed the two of you hadn't been compatible for a while and expressed his desire to pursue a relationship with Ella Mae.

The nausea threatened to erupt as you turned your back on him, choosing to retreat back into sleep. Despite his attempts to communicate, realizing it was futile, he eventually left with a parting declaration of, "I always did love you."

Disgust welled within you. The silver lining, if any, was the anticipation of Ella Mae shattering his heart when she realized you no longer cared about Kyle. The focus shifted from Kyle breaking your heart to the overwhelming thoughts of what Rafe had done to you that night.

Throughout your recovery, Rafe infiltrated your thoughts. The confusion deepened. How could he do that to you? Did he harbor some sick self-hate, using you to hurt himself? The initial belief of his aversion to you transformed into a tumultuous stream of questions and emotions, overshadowing any lingering concerns about Kyle's infidelity.

Kyle had left long before your mother entered your room, anger radiating from her and arms crossed in preparation for a lecture.

She insisted this was just a minor heartbreak, something you'd swiftly get over. In her eyes, there was no justification for your silent treatment. When met with your continued silence, her frustration escalated.

"First, you vanish for three days, and when you finally return, you're practically comatose for the next few. I need an explanation right now, young lady."

You perked up, shocked. "Three days? It was only one night."

"No," she asserted, "You called me that night," referring to the night you informed her about Kyle's infidelity, "and you finally came home three days later."

Your mind raced. Three days? You were under Rafe's control for three days. Your mother must have sensed something was amiss.

"Where is your phone?" she demanded.

You realized you didn't have it. It likely remained at the Cameron household, but you weren't certain. Moreover, you were still upset with your mother.

"I don't know," you responded.

"Where the hell had you been?"

Silence was your response, further frustrating your mother.

"Well, since you won't tell me, make sure you're gone by morning," she declared, turning around. "Since you think you can do whatever you want, it won't be under my roof." She slammed the door and continued venting her frustrations.

You knew she didn't mean it. It was a manipulative tactic to make you run back to her arms. However, this time it wouldn't work. She didn't just betray you; she aided someone you had expressed love for in betraying you.

Your mother had always exhibited an odd obsession with Ella Mae. Constantly praising her beauty, intelligence, and social skills, she went to great lengths to ensure Ella received lavish gifts. Your own experiences were quite the opposite. Ella Mae seemed to be the daughter she so badly wanted, even giving her your favorite toys when asked. You never understood it, because Ella had both her parents and all you had was your mom, since your dad was out living in the woods now.The disparity lessened as you grew older, distancing yourself and making your own friends who were uninterested in Ella. Yet, occasionally, your mother would make comments or try to interfere with your friendships.

Now, with her asleep and the house quiet at midnight, you seized the opportunity to escape. You packed essentials, unsure of your destination but certain you couldn't stay here. John B.'s Chateau seemed like a possible refuge.

As you sneaked out, you encountered Kyle and Ella Mae making out on her front porch. Rolling your eyes, you ignored them, hoping to vanish without having to see these people ever again.

"Oh, hey Ladybug, where are you going?" Ella Mae called out, you could hear the condescending tone in her voice.

Ignoring her, you pressed on with your escape, fervently wishing to leave these individuals and their betrayals behind.

***

"Sure, you can stay as long as you'd like," John B stated, casually shrugging his shoulders. "As long as you don't mind that JJ practically lives here as well."

"Yeah, no, I totally don't mind," shock laced your tone as you watched John B cooking ramen noodles in one pot and boiling eggs in another.

You didn't expect him to be so accepting. You were prepared for some groveling, but John B simply gave you the go-ahead as soon as you asked.

Your relationship with the main Pogues of the Cut had been superficial at best. There was no animosity, but you understood you weren't at the forefront of their minds. Whenever they made plans, they invited you and treated you mostly well. However, you knew you weren't privy to certain benefits, like staying over indefinitely at someone's place. Being the "floater friend," as you saw it, meant you needed to make the best of this situation.

"Do you want me to finish that up for you?" you offered, gesturing toward the noodles. "Just as a thank you for letting me crash... it's the least I can do," you said.

"Yeah, sure," John B replied nonchalantly as he moved out of the way. "I don't really have another room, so you'll probably have to sleep in the living room," he stated.

"Totally, I don't mind," you took over the stove, stirring the noodles, and added another egg and a pack of noodles. "I'll go shopping tomorrow. If you need anything, just write it down for me."

"Why can't I just text you?" he asked, sitting in the living room, pulling out his phone.

An image of Rafe popped into your mind, and you shook it off. "I lost it. I have to go and get a new one, that's..." you trailed off.

"Damn, that sucks," he said.

"Yeah." The urge to tell John B what happened tugged at the back of your mind, but you opted to stay silent. You didn't want to rock the boat, and it's not like you saw Rafe often. It wouldn't be very difficult to avoid him.

As you finished cooking, you contemplated your next steps. What were you going to do? How were you going to navigate this new life?

Shopping allowed you the space to clear your head, not necessarily thinking about the chaos of the past week but focusing on the future that seemed to lack direction.

Concerns grew as you added more items to your shopping cart, trying to balance John B's necessities and the tightness of your budget. The shopping trip also included some personal essentials, like Febreze for John B's couch and a sleeping bag to avoid taking up too much space.

As you reached the cash register, you heard a familiar voice saying, "I got it." When you looked up, you saw a pair of bright blue eyes, and a sinking feeling hit you instantly.

"It's okay," you quickly said, attempting to retrieve your wallet.

But before you could, Rafe had already input his PIN, and you stood there dumbfounded, card in hand. After paying, he grabbed your bagged items and motioned for you to follow him. You reluctantly did, following him outside to his truck.

Once there, a sinking feeling settled in. Did this mean you owed him? You hadn't asked for his help.

"Umm, Rafe, can you please..." you started to say, but he continued to load your items into his truck, asking where you were headed.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," you stated, moving to retrieve your items. Suddenly, he pushed you against the truck, holding you firmly by the waist.

"You had me worried," he said. "I went crazy looking for you all over Figure 8, thinking you got lost." You struggled against him, demanding to be let go. "Imagine my surprise to find you shopping like it's another day in paradise."

"Let go," you hissed, trying to break free. He then grabbed your chin forcefully, making you meet his eyes.

There was a tense pause as he seemed to search for something. Eventually, he let go, smirking. Pulling your phone from his pocket, he held you tightly against him, pushing it into your back pocket and tapping your bottom twice.

He jumped into his truck, rolled down the windows, and said, "See you around." The encounter left you feeling uneasy.

#Dark! Rafe Cameron #dark obx #dark! rafe cameron x reader #Aware Reader #Pogue Reader #dubious consent #dubcon #manipulation #unconsent #shy! reader

[whileiamdying]

Marina Abramovic Relents and Adapts a Provocative Piece for Today

1970s has been altered to suit contemporary mores. “Really, the smart thing to do is compromise,” the artist said.

For a presentation of Marina Abramovic’s 1977 work “Imponderabilia” at the Royal Academy in London, an alternative doorway is provided if visitors do not wish to pass close by two naked performers.Credit...David Parry/Royal Academy of Arts, London

By Alex Marshall Reporting from London Sept. 25, 2023

In June 1977, visitors to the Gallery of Modern Art in Bologna, Italy, were met with a shocking sight: Marina Abramovic, the Serbian performance artist, and her partner, Ulay, standing in the museum’s doorway, completely naked.

The only way inside was to squeeze between the couple.

Abramovic and Ulay remained in place for three hours, staring intently into each other’s eyes, as a stream of visitors pushed through and sometimes stepped on their toes. Then, the police arrived, and shut down the performance as obscene.

This fall, Abramovic, now 76, is restaging that work, “Imponderabilia,” at the Royal Academy of Arts, in London, as part of a major retrospective of her work that runs through Jan. 1, 2024. Since Abramovic no longer performs the work herself, and Ulay died in 2020, she has recruited younger performers to take part — and there is another major difference from the 1977 piece.

If a visitor would rather not squeeze past a naked man and woman in a three-foot-wide doorway, they can walk through another entryway to the left, and skip the experience entirely.

In an age when museums are grappling with how to show audiences challenging work, and adopting measures to protect artists and staff, Abramovic is also adapting her old works to suit contemporary mores.

On a recent morning, most visitors chose that nonconfrontational route, until Sarah Raper, 59, gave her coat to her husband and announced: “I’m going to do it!” Raper then briskly pushed past the naked man and woman, facing the female performer.

“That was quite unsettling,” Raper said afterward; it felt like “a real invasion of personal space.”

Jason Speechly, 60, stood watching the two naked performers curiously for several minutes but then opted for the other door. “I just got sheepish and followed the rest of the crowd,” he said.

In an interview, Abramovic said she’d had “millions of meetings” with the Royal Academy’s staff to ensure “Imponderabilia” and three other provocative performances could be included in the retrospective — and she was now conflicted about the compromises that she had made.

If “all of these restrictions we are facing now” had been in place in the 1970s, she said, 80 percent of her works would never have been performed. On the other hand, Abramovic said, artists should not “live in a prison of your own promises” and refuse to change with the times. By making concessions, a new generation was witnessing her art, she said. If she’d complained about the new doorway for “Imponderabilia,” the performance would only exist as “a stupid gray photo in a book” that no one would ever see.

“Really, the smart thing to do is compromise,” she said.

Abramovic has done this with “Imponderabilia” before: In 2010, for “The Artist is Present,” a career survey at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, Abramovic said that MoMA asked for the performers to stand far enough apart so that a wheelchair user could pass between them. “I felt the piece really suffered for that,” she said.

MoMA’s lawyers also asked for significant changes to “Luminosity,” a 1997 endurance feat in which Abramovic sat naked on a bicycle seat mounted high on a gallery wall for six hours while holding her arms and legs outstretched. The MoMA presentation used other performers, and the day before the opening, Abramovic said, the museum’s lawyers insisted that they needed to wear a helmet and safety belt.

“I said, ‘This is ridiculous!’” Abramovic recalled. “‘It’ll become a ridiculous work.’” She said she ended up signing documents that made her personally liable for $1 million in case of any accidents, and the piece went ahead as planned.

Brittany Bailey performing “Luminosity,” a 1997 work by Abramovic, in the Royal Academy show.Credit...Joshua Bright for The New York Times

MoMA did not respond to a request for comment. Klaus Biesenbach, a former MoMA chief curator at large, who organized the 2010 show, said in an email that he couldn’t remember “details and anecdotes” as well as Abramovic can, but added that “it was a miracle” that the exhibition took place.

Biesenbach is now the director of the Neue Nationalgalerie in Berlin, where he recently saw another example of how attitudes to performance art have changed over time, he said. Earlier this month, the museum restaged Yoko Ono’s “Cut Piece,” a 1964 work in which audience members are invited to snip away a performer’s clothes with scissors. The audience behavior today was very different from the 1960s, he said, with visitors aware that there was a “‘right’ or correct” way to act, and conscious that hundreds of cellphone cameras were trained upon them.

Andrea Tarsia, the Royal Academy’s director of exhibitions, said that most of the changes for the Abramovic show were small and made for the performers’ safety and comfort. With “Imponderabilia,” for instance, the doorway was heated so that the naked man and woman, who stand there for up to an hour at a time, don’t catch a chill.

Nearby security guards also keep an eye on visitor behavior, Tarsia said, and at the end of each day, the performers gather for a “detox” session to discuss any uncomfortable moments that occurred. All performers would have access to therapists, Tarsia added.

The doorway at the Royal Academy is heated so that the performers in “Imponderabilia,” who stand there for up to an hour at a time, don’t catch a chill. Credit... David Parry/Royal Academy of Arts, London

And even if visitors avoid squeezing past the naked bodies, Tarsia said, the work would get them thinking. “In art, when something riles you, that’s often where the interesting bit is,” Tarsia said. “Maybe if people choose not to go through the door, they’ll later reflect on why they made that choice,” he added.

Abramovic, who recently survived a life-threatening embolism and spent time in a coma, said that she did not mind if only a handful of visitors experienced “Imponderabilia” as she originally intended it. Artists, she said, committed to their performances no matter what happened during them.

“If there’s an earthquake, if electricity stops, if somebody walks into you, it’s all part of the work,” she said. “And if nobody passes, that’s still part of the work.”

Alex Marshall is a European culture reporter, based in London. More about Alex Marshall

#Marina Abramović #MoMA #The New York Times #Alex Marshall #Ulay #Yoko Ono

[runningfrom2am]

you'll have me

summary: you wake up on the coastal venture after a fight with your boyfriend; you don't know if you're happy when his sister is the one to come to your rescue.

pairing: sarah cameron x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k

tags/warnings: a little bit of swearing, arguing, drugging, pretty darn tame other that that :)

a/n: this is for day three of obx week!! day three: reluctant friends to lovers w/ sarah! i've also never written for her before so it was a bit of a challenge but i really like how this turned out!

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when you wake up, shivering and sweating at the same time, your stomach turns as you try to force your eyes open. it's like you've had the best nap of your life- the colours of the world around you hardly contrasting from one another as you look around.

you quickly realize you're laying on a couch, and when you try to sit up you're quickly stopped by the fact that you're handcuffed to the radiator next to you.

your confusion only lasts for a moment, however, until you remember the last thing you knew.

"y/n, i don't want to do this but you're hardly giving me a choice!" your boyfriend shouts at you, and you quickly start stepping back from him as he approaches you quickly.

"rafe, rafe wait- i just don't want to go, i can't. this is too much i'm sorry." you try to apologize as you fumble with the door handle behind you.

"okay, okay." he stops, pressing his hands to his head as he takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "let's just- i think rose made tea. i'll get you some, we'll talk about it. okay?"

you eyed him skeptically but nodded. maybe he is learning. maybe he is getting better- if he wanted to talk rather than scream. maybe he did truly care.

he left and returned a few moments later with a mug, holding it out to you. you take it and sit down on his bed. "i just- i don't feel comfortable leaving my family. all of this has gone way too far- but you take the cross. go without me. i'll come visit later." you suggest. in all honesty, you didn't have a plan of coming to see him again. you actually came to tannyhill tonight to break it off, he was too unhinged. too dangerous, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you ended up hurt.

"i don't want to leave without you." rafe replies, shaking his head. "but i don't have a choice, so you should just come with me. i have the cross, i found it- i don't know what i'll do with it just yet, but we'll be rich. for real."

you sigh and take a sip of the tea, trying to think over your response as a small smile forms on your boyfriends lips. "rafe, i can't leave. i have a life here, but you can't have that anymore. and i'm sorry, but that's just not..." you trail off, completely losing your train of thought as you furrow your brows. you give your head a quick shake to try and regain the path of what you were saying, but you have no clue. "what was i talking about?" you mumble, looking at him confused.

"coming with me." rafe answers. "you're so tired, here, have some more." he presses the mug up to your lips again and you start to wonder when you started trusting him this much, more so, when the last time you trusted him this much was. you take another small sip as you look at him over the rim, and he tilts his head at you, pushing your hair out of your face.

"right... uhm..." you try and continue as rafe is taking the mug and putting it down on his bedside table, hand quickly returning behind your back. the world is almost immediately spinning around you as your eyes get heavy. "rafe?"

he doesn't respond, and as your eyes flicker shut and you no longer have the strength to resist, you feel him throwing you over his shoulder and walking down the hall.

your boyfriend had drugged you? that's a new low- even for rafe cameron.

"help! help me!" you cry out, knowing now that you're on a boat, headed for guadeloupe. you have no idea what time it is, and your family must be worried sick.

the door creaks open slowly after a few minutes of you yelling. your head snaps up to see who it is, afraid you'll be faced with your boyfriend. for the first time in a long time, you're relieved to see his sister.

"y/n?" she whispers, quickly coming in and closing the door.

"you have to help me- seriously your brother is so fucked in the head you don't even understand." you begin, and sarah just stands there staring at you. you had a perfectly okay relationship with her before everything with the gold- before she started dating john b and before she took the pogues side in everything. you were only a year older than her, and despite this, you used to be good friends. mostly before you started dating her brother, which put a wrench in your friendship that you couldn't fix.

sarah quickly recovers from the shock of finding you, crossing her arms over her chest. "why should i help you?"

"because i don't think you came by free will either- so we can work together to get off this thing and back to the island?" you say, words venomous like it was an obvious solution.

sarah looks at the ground, thinking for a moment. "no, nope. i'm not. you're gonna sick my brother on me."

"who do you think i am?" you scoff, trying to sit up properly.

"i think you're a thief, that you're selfish, and that there isn't anything you wouldn't do for money. just like my brother. you've always been just like him- and i see that now. enjoy your life together." sarah replies bitterly, turning and reaching for the door handle.

"wait- sarah wait, wait! don't leave me here!" you plead desperately, pulling at the cuff around your wrist. sarah freezes, hand on the cold metal handle. she knows she should leave you, she has to, but she has a soft spot for you still she can't quite get rid of. "i went to tannyhill to break up with him. then he drugged me, and put me on this boat." you say, taking advantage of the second chance she's unintentionally giving you to plead your case. "i don't want to be here. please."

sarah sighs and turns back to you. "is that true?"

you nod rapidly. "yes, i swear. i can't take it anymore- he's crazy, unhinged, even! i just, i regret ever getting with him in the first place..." your tone lowers to a whisper toward the end. "he's not the rafe i knew- we knew. that boy is dead."

she nods a little bit. "but so are we." she admits. "you changed too- would you admit that? the y/n i knew would never stand by and watch everything he's done."

"i know." you agree quietly. she's right. you quite literally had stood there and watched when he shot her, and you saw the bullet hit her abdomen and you said nothing- not until rafe admitted it first. you stood by and watched him steal the cross from the church, knowing that it belonged to the heyward's in rights. "but i can't take any of that back now, i wish i could. he changed me into someone i never wanted to be, and i wish we could go back to the way things were before, sare, but i don't know how you expect me to do that."

"you can't." she admits, demeanour struck by the nickname she hasn't heard fall from your lips in so long. "i can't either, and... and i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry too." you reply, a tense silence falling over the two of you as she comes and sits next to you on the couch. sarah wouldn't admit it, but she had been angry since the first time you told her you slept with her brother, over a year ago as you laid in her bed for your weekly sleepover which soon after stopped happening. she was more angry when you told her he'd asked you on a date, a real one, and brought you flowers to your house. it was hard for her to place whether she was more angry with you or with him, so she decided on both. your friendship had never been the same, despite you trying for a long while to hold onto it.

you didn't understand her anger until she started dating john b. you didn't know it was the same feeling she had, you attributed your upset to the betrayal of her ditching you and everything you had for a life with the pogues. but as you sit next to her, skin almost touching in a tense silence, you realized you missed her so much more than you ever let yourself see.

"this isn't a trap, right? i'm going to let you go and you're going to pin me to the ground and rafe is gonna come in and shoot me again?" sarah asks, hopeful joking in her tone.

"no, no. i promise." you assure her. "i just want to go home. like you."

"my dad said he traded the cross for me." sarah mumbles. "that he gave john b the cross in exchange for him basically giving me up and he did it."

you frown, reaching up with your free hand and stroking her hair. out of habit you forgot you had. "sare... i'm so sorry."

"so like, now i don't even know what i'm going back to! if i don't have them i'll have nothing. i doubt i can stay at tannyhill alone, i don't know what i'll even do." sarah rambles on in a panic.

"hey.." you try and soothe her. "you'll have me." you smile softly.

sarah sniffles, eyes watering as she avoids your gaze. "thank you, y/n/n..." she says quietly. the amount she has missed you is hitting her like a freight train- your touch sending shivers over her scalp. "i missed you."

"i missed you too." you practically whisper, hand trailing down over her shoulder and gently brushing her neck. her skin is so soft, despite the life you know she was living this summer- one so previously foreign to the two of you in the comfort of figure eight.

she turns to face you then, anxious tears soothed by your eyes on hers. "i've missed you more than i ever cared to admit to myself." you add, the words hardly audible over her breathing and the creak of the ships hardware in the waves.

sarah's eyes drift down to your lips, under the self-imposed guise that she needed to read them to hear what you said, but instead she finds herself leaning slowly closer. you're not going to object.

your lips just hardly brush- a gentleness behind the kiss that you've never felt before. your eyes slowly open, your noses just touching. "we need to get out of here." sarah whispers, realization settling in and she quickly tries to get the handcuff off your wrist, before getting up to look for a key.

you can't help but smile as you watch her, knowing that now you're back together; as friends or something more this time around. regardless, the idea of that holds a comfort you had both been missing for a long time.

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Sarah comforting baby girl after boyfriend broke her heart

(No outbreak AU)

Pairing - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x Sister!Reader

Summary - Grown up baby girl experiences her first high school break-up with her shitty girlfriend.

CW - Breakups, heartbreak, angst, implied domestic abuse, toxic relationship

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A/N - Something a bit different! I hope everyone enjoys and as always, likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated! Baby girl is also queer because I said so :]

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Joel and Sarah both snapped their heads up to the front door, confusion on their faces as you walked into the house, slamming the front door behind you as you stormed in and up the stairs. Joel turned to look at his oldest, visiting from college during her midterm break to see her father and younger sister, who appeared to be in a very emotional state. 

"That didn't sound good," Sarah said to Joel, flinching slightly at the sound of you slamming your bedroom door shut. "You should probably go check on her, dad." She advised him. Nothing much particularly scared Joel - but an exception could be made for teenage girls; specifically his teenage girls, but especially you as of late. He thought that the whole hormonal teenage girl thing ended when you would turn 17, but it had seemingly gotten worse since you'd gotten with your girlfriend. 

"That's terrifying, I love Y/N but she terrifies me," Joel admitted, rolling his eyes as Sarah started laughing. "Okay, okay, why don't you go on check on her? Since you seem so brave." He challenged her, watching as she thought about it before standing up from her position on the couch.

"Okay," She smiled and headed up to your bedroom, knocking gently on your door. "Y/N? Can I come in?" Sarah asked through the door, tentatively waiting for a response from you.

"Fuck off!" You yelled. Well, she wasn't quite sure what she was expecting from her very emotional and temperamental younger sister - Sarah hardly expected you to be up for a chat given your clearly emotional state.

"Please? it's Sarah," She tried to reason with you, resting her head against your bedroom door in the hopes you would open it. Thankfully, you unlocked and opened the door, facing your sister with tears in your eyes which stained your face. "You look like shit." She told you, you scoffed at your sister's comment, it was how you typically spoke to each other, but you weren't feeling it right now.

"What do you want, Sarah?" You asked her, rubbing your puffy eyes.

"What happened? Why are you so upset?" She asked you, concern lacing her tone as she looked at you. You sighed as you looked down, hanging your head.

"She broke up with me," You mumbled, talking about your girlfriend who you had been seeing for 7 months. Sarah's jaw dropped - from the way you talked about this girl, you would have thought you were getting married in the coming weeks, Joel and Sarah had even met her and liked her. But here you were now, heartbroken over the very girl you had fallen head over heels for.

"She what? Oh my God," Sarah was big sister angry. "Did she say why?" She asked you, coming into your room as she followed you to your bed.

"No, she just said it," You cried. Sarah frowned as she put her arm around you to try and comfort you, she had been through her fair share of high school breakups, but she knew that you were taking this particularly bad - You were convinced that you were spending the rest of your life with this girl. "But I think she's already with someone else now." You sniffled, a prominent frown on your face as you looked down at your lap. Sarah smiled sadly as she hugged you tightly, normally you hated when she tried to hug you, but you needed it right now, so didn't even bother trying to protest.

"It's okay, you were too good for anyway," Sarah tried to assure you, unsure of whether it would work or whether you would just start crying even more - It showed to be the latter. Panicking, Sarah hugged you tighter. "I know, okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. But I meant it, I know that you loved her but she didn't seem too good for you. You weren't yourself and you weren't happy with her, Y/N."

You knew that your sister was right - She was a bad influence on you, she had you sneaking and staying out late,  coming in drunk at all hours of the morning, skipping school. None of that was you, you were a good kid, you knew that, Sarah knew that, Joel knew that, everyone did. Which was why those around you became concerned when you started acting out - your dad knew it was more than you trying to be an angsty teenager, you were always sorry for the things you did, it wasn't like you were trying to rebel against him. Joel knew that he really didn't like your girlfriend when you came home with a hand shaped bruise around your neck that you didn't know how to explain to him.

You sighed as you accepted defeat and looked up at your sister, accepting that she was right - Sarah knew you better than you would have liked to admit, and like it or not, she was talking sense; you weren't happy or yourself with your now ex-girlfriend.

"I guess..." You thought about it for a second before sighing. "You're right." You mumbled, unable to meet your sisters eyes, knowing you'd be met with the smug look that came with your admission of her being right.

"See, I told you," She grinned, hugging you tightly and smiling as you did too. "Listen, you can take as long as you need to get over...whatever her name was, but I know that that girl across the street has the biggest crush on you." Sarah told you, she had caught that girl staring at you when the two of you were out during the summer.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," You laughed, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. "What's her name?" You asked Sarah, looking up at your sister as you rubbed your eyes of the last of your tears.

"I'm not totally sure, Ellie, or something."

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