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[peavhyshy]

𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

fluff (f), smut (s), dark (d), nswf (n), angst (a)

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[peavhyshy]

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡. (oneshot)

Pairing: Prince!Rafe Cameron x Princess!Reader

Summary: Royal/Arranged Marriage AU - in which you find yourself thrust into an arranged marriage with a handsome yet unpredictable prince.

Warnings: mild language, explicit language, period typical language, dubious consent, smut, angst, fluff, suggestive/sexual language, power dynamics/manipulation, classism, misogynistic behavior, possessive behavior, traditional gender roles/expectations around marriage, character development, rough sex, oral sex, fingering, dominance and submission, hair-pulling, marking/biting, and unprotected vaginal sex

Words: 10,863

a/n: this has been in the works for a while, it's kind of long but I hope you enjoy and I also want to make blurbs for this on the side because I didn't want to make this into a series with parts because that too much work and I'm lazy.

Outer Banks Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Honeymoon (song it's based off by lana del rey)

The sunlight filtered through the windows of the lavish bridal room, its gauzy white curtains blowing softly in the afternoon sea breeze. You stood before the three-way mirror, your dress and hair only half done as your friends flitted around you, pinning and primping. Your eyes looked anxious despite your gentle smile. 

"I don't know if I can do this, girls," You fretted, brow furrowed. "Rafe seems so...intense. And our families barely know each other! What if he doesn't like me?" 

From behind you, Sarah chuckled as she twisted your long curls into an elegant updo. "Trust me, my brother likes what he sees well enough. He may be a cocky jerk sometimes but he could do way worse." 

Kiara added dryly from the window seat, "Yeah, like get stuck with somebody boring instead of a kind heart like you. Try to relax. Just be your sweet self and I'm sure you'll win him over."

You sighed. "I'll try. It's just all so much pressure, you know? An entire life and future riding on a few short hours." You turned to peer at your reflection, barely recognizing the woman in the gown. "Do you think I look okay? Not too plain?"

Your friends assured you with smiles. It was almost time. For better or worse, Rafe Cameron would soon be your destiny. You steeled your nerves and prayed this royal match may prove to be no prison, but a partnership made in heaven.

You held your breath as your mother swept into the room, eyes scanning your gowned figure in the mirror with a practiced critical eye. 

"Hmm. The dress is adequate I suppose, even if a touch too modest," Lady Smith observed. Her gaze shifted to your face, tightening slightly. "And do try to look a bit happier, darling. A man does not want a sullen bride, no matter her dowry. Remember - you are representing our entire family today. Do strive to be pleasant."

You swallowed back a sigh. "Yes, Mother. I will do my best to charm Prince Rafe and make us all proud."

Your friends' faces radiated empathy. Even they knew how rigorous Lady Smith's standards could be. But then the older woman surprised you all with the barest hint of a smile. 

"Have faith, my dear. A marriage is what you and your husband choose to make of it. Now, come - it is nearly time. Chin up and smile as if you've won the lottery. Which, in a way, you have."  

With that, she whisked from the room, leaving you to draw a steadying breath. Your friends gave encouraging smiles and squeezed your hands. This was it - for better or worse, your future began now.

The ceremonial hall was awash with sparkling lights and fragrant flowers as dusk fell. Rafe stood tall by the altar, tugging irritably at his stiff collar. His gaze roamed restlessly over the assembled guests while Rose droned on beside him about proper etiquette. 

"And remember to look her in the eyes when you say your vows," Rose nattered. "The audience will be hanging on your every word."

Rafe scoffed under his breath. As if he gave a damn about any of these stuffy traditions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ward approaching, lips pursed in that familiar disapproving frown. 

"Try to pay attention, son," Ward rumbled, handing him a small scroll. "These are the terms your betrothed's father expects you to agree to. Mind you, hold up your end of the bargain." 

Rafe scanned the endless stipulations with a curl of his lip. As if he was some prize mare to be sold to the highest bidder. But he knew better than to argue. 

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, tucking away the scroll. His gaze fell on Wheezie's small form near the front, watching him with wide eyes. At least one Cameron was on his side, the innocent little dove that she was. 

The trumpets sounded then, signaling the bride's arrival. Showtime. Straightening his uniform jacket, Rafe pasted on his most rakish grin and steeled himself to meet his political match. 

His gaze drifted to the double doors at the end of the hall, anticipation and annoyance battling within him. No doubt some meek little flower they'd chosen to shackle him to for the sake of power and status. Still, a small part of him was curious to lay eyes on this Y/N Smith his advisors claimed would make such a perfect royal match.

When the doors swept open, Rafe straightened and schooled his features into a haughty mask of indifference. But the sight that met his gaze gave him pause. There, being escorted down the aisle on your father's arm, was a vision in ivory silk and lace. His brows lifted in surprise at the beauty gliding toward him with eyes demurely downcast. This was his intended bride?

The closer you came, the faster Rafe's pulse raced. Your cheeks were flushed, lips painted pink. Your curls spilled over your shoulders, begging to be toyed with. His gaze roamed lower, taking in the enticing curves and dips of your figure through your gown. A slow smirk spread over his face. Perhaps this evening would prove more enjoyable than anticipated. By the time you lifted your gaze to meet his at the altar, Rafe's ice blue eyes gleamed with heat and the thrill of the hunt. No meek flower here - only a rare, exotic bloom ready to be plucked. And if your quick intake of breath was any indication, the feeling just might be mutual. Excellent. 

Rafe's smirk widened at your reaction, noting the pretty blush that rose to your cheeks. His gaze swept over you appreciatively as you took your place beside him, leaning close to murmur in a low, husky tone for your ears alone. "Well now, aren't you a tempting morsel? I do believe I'll enjoy unwrapping my gift later this evening, Mrs. Cameron." His eyes flashed suggestively at the way your breath caught, enjoying how flustered you seemed by his proximity and blunt words. Perhaps the little dove wasn't quite so meek after all. All the better.

Rafe barely paid attention as the pompous old minister droned on, too focused on watching emotions flit across your expressive features. Annoyance, uncertainty, even a spark of temper in those fathomless eyes. His new bride was no giggling debutante, that much was clear. When the time came to recite your vows, his were short and to the point. But the words he chose made your gaze snap to his in surprise.

"To have and to hold, for better and worse, as long as we both shall live. I vow to worship you with my body, protect you with my sword, and share with you all the spoils of my conquests. You are mine, now and always." His thumb brushed your wrist in a possessive caress as he slid the ring onto your finger. "With this ring, I pledge to you my heart, and swear you shall never want for passion."

Rafe couldn't resist adding in a husky undertone as the minister pronounced them man and wife, "Pucker up, princess. Time for the fun part." His arm slid around your waist and he dipped you dramatically, sealing your vows with a searing kiss as your audience erupted into raucous cheers.

Your eyes went wide as Rafe's arm wrapped around your waist, and before you could protest his lips descended onto yours in a scorching kiss. Your first instinct was to squirm away, unused to such public displays of affection - but his strong arms held you in place, and after a moment you found yourself melting into the kiss. By the time Rafe lifted his head, Your cheeks were flaming and you were breathless.

Rafe's smug chuckle brought you back to yourself. "Cat got your tongue, wife?" He teased, eyes gleaming. You huffed, straightened and attempted to smooth your disheveled hair and gown.

"Must you always be so…so…" You struggled for the right word, and Rafe quirked a brow.

"Charming? Irresistible? I can't help my natural talents, love."

You rolled your eyes. "I was going to say incorrigible."

Rafe laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Ah, there's that spark I've been waiting to see. Don't worry, I'll have you swooning in my arms soon enough."

"You're certainly confident in yourself, aren't you?" You remarked dryly. Rafe's grin only widened.

"With good reason. But come now wife, no need to be shy." He leaned close, breath fanning your ear. "The bedding ceremony awaits us, unless you'd care to give our guests a show right here?"

You gasped, shoving at his chest though your heart raced at his words. "You're despicable!"

Rafe caught your hand, bringing it to his lips. "All part of my charm, princess. Now, shall we?" He offered his arm, eyes dancing with mirth at your discomfort.

You huffed, pulling your hand away. "Must you be so arrogant and crass? There are proper ways to speak to a lady, as I'm sure you know."

Rafe's grin only widened at your annoyance. "Proper is boring. I prefer to speak my mind, and right now it's full of how ravishing you look in that gown. Can you blame a man for being eager to peel it off?"

Your cheeks flamed at his bold words. "You forget yourself, Your Highness. We've only just met."

Rafe leaned close, breath hot on your ear. "We're man and wife now, pet. No need to stand in the ceremony." His gaze swept over your figure appreciatively. "I always get what I want, and right now that's you in my bed. But we'll take things slow…at first."

You bristled at his arrogance, grasping for a retort, but found yourself speechless. Your heart raced with a mix of irritation, anticipation and uncertainty. You knew your duty here today, had steeled yourself for a political match and indifferent spouse. But Rafe Cameron seemed determined to sweep you off your feet, whether you willed it or not.

Rafe chuckled at your loss for words, offering his arm. "Come, the revelry awaits us. And after…" His eyes gleamed suggestively, "The real fun begins."

You swallowed hard, slipping your arm through his. Your mother was right, this marriage was what you chose to make of it. But something told you life with this wickedly charming scoundrel of a prince would be anything but boring. For better or worse, your destiny was sealed - and as Rafe led you into the cheering crowd, you couldn't deny a thrill of excitement amid your doubts. Your story was only just beginning.

Rafe guided you into the lavish ballroom, nodding at the trumpeters to announce your arrival. As the first strains of a lively waltz filled the air, he turned to you with a roguish grin and swept you into his arms.

"Time for our first dance as husband and wife, princess. Try not to swoon, I know I'm irresistible." Rafe's eyes gleamed with mirth at your huff of annoyance, though you had little choice but to follow as he led you in the steps of the dance. His hand rested scandalously low on your back, holding you close as you spun and dipped across the floor.

By the time the music ended, You was flushed and breathless in his arms. Rafe smirked, enjoying your flustered state, but before he could tease you further a throat cleared behind them.

"If you don't mind, I'll take over from here."

They turned to find your father, Lord Smith, eyeing Rafe sternly. Rafe gave a curt nod, handing you off to the grim-faced man.

"Of course, father-in-law. I was merely warming her up for you." Rafe's sly undertone earned him a reproachful glare from you before you allowed your father to lead you in the next dance.

Rafe stood back, crossing his arms over his chest, when Rose appeared at his side. "Must you provoke her so? She is your wife now, try to be kind."

Rafe scoffed. "She knows my nature well enough. Life would be dreadfully boring without challenges." His gaze drifted back to you, a smile tugging at his lips when you dared a glance in his direction. Rose sighed, patting his arm.

"Be gentle to her.” Rafe's gaze landed on Ward approaching, lips pursed in disapproval as usual. Before his father could lecture him, Rafe turned to your mother with an exaggerated bow.

"Lady Smith, your daughter is a vision. I trust she'll make a fine princess." His charming smile didn't reach his eyes.

Lady Smith's gaze was coolly assessing. "Indeed. Do try to behave yourself, Your Highness. My girl is gentle bred and undeserving of your…roguish tendencies."

Rafe's smile turned wolfish. "Not to worry, I'll be on my best behavior. In public, at least." His suggestive undertone made Lady Smith's eyes narrow.

"Mother, must you provoke him so?" You sighed as you rejoined them. Your gaze shifted between Rafe and your mother anxiously.

Rafe chuckled, sliding an arm around your waist. "No need to fret, princess. I was merely exchanging pleasantries with your charming mother."

Ward's voice rumbled behind Rafe. "If you're quite finished, the receiving line awaits you both."

Rafe suppressed an eye roll, turning to greet his younger sisters. Sarah's gaze was assessing, while little Wheezie beamed up at the newlyweds.

"You look so pretty, Y/N!" Wheezie gushed. "I hope you'll still come visit me, now that you're a princess."

You smiled, bending to embrace the girl. "Of course, whenever I can. And you must come see me too."

Rafe watched the exchange with a mix of fondness and annoyance. His littlest sister had always been too softhearted. But seeing your sweet nature with Wheezie gave him hope this match may not prove entirely intolerable.

Ward cleared his throat, Rafe bristled at his father's impatience, but couldn't fault Wheezie's enthusiasm. His littlest sister had always been too softhearted for her own good. Still, seeing your sweet smile as you embraced Wheezie gave Rafe a flicker of hope this match may not prove entirely intolerable. If you could win over even his most skeptical family members, you just might stand a chance.

Rafe turned to his father with a mocking bow. "As you wish, Your Majesty. Mustn't keep the adoring masses waiting." His sarcastic tone earned an eye roll from Sarah, ever the voice of reason. Rose simply sighed, patting Rafe's arm as he passed.

"Behave," she murmured. Rafe just chuckled, offering his arm to you.

"Shall we, wife? Our public awaits." You glanced between your families anxiously before accepting his arm. Rafe patted your hand, pitching his voice low. "No need to fret, pet. I don't bite…hard." His roguish wink brought a blush to your cheeks.

As you made your way to the receiving line, Rafe found his gaze drawn again and again to your expressive features. Your reactions were simply too amusing. While your guests and courtiers showered you with congratulations and well wishes, he watched emotions flit across your face - uncertainty, annoyance, even curiosity. His new bride was an open book, though your courteous smiles revealed none of the thoughts behind your fathomless eyes. Rafe was determined to unlock all your mysteries, one by tantalizing one.

Rafe allowed you to guide him to your seats at the head table, though his gaze strayed often to his friends at a nearby table. Topper and Kelce were regaling each other with tales of previous sailing adventures, no doubt in anticipation of the race Rafe had every intention of winning. His competitive nature chafed at being stuck here making polite conversation when he could be out on the open water.

You seemed to sense his restlessness, offering a gentle smile as you tucked a napkin into Wheezie's lap. "There now, all tidy. I do hope you'll save room for dessert, little dove."

Wheezie beamed up at you, her new sister-in-law. "I will! Cook always makes the best cakes. Are you excited for your wedding trip?"

Your smile turned rueful. "I suppose so. Traveling somewhere new is always an adventure." your gaze flitted uncertainly to Rafe.

Rafe snorted. "Adventure is what I live for, pet." His gaze swept over you boldly. "Though I daresay our wedding night will prove enough of an adventure."

Your cheeks flamed at his innuendo, gaze darting to Sarah in appeal. Sarah rolled her eyes at her brother's antics. "Honestly Rafe, must you be so crude?"

Rafe just chuckled, leaning back in his seat as servants began delivering the lavish courses of their meal. His attention drifted often to his friends, ignoring the disapproving glares of their parents discussing terms of the marriage arrangement. There will be time enough for politics and responsibility tomorrow. Tonight was meant for revelry and chasing whatever pleasures caught his fancy. And at the moment, his new bride was proving an intriguing diversion.

His gaze slid back to you, watching as you laughed with Sarah and Wheezie. Rafe picked at the lavish dishes set before him, paying little mind to the chatter around him. His gaze kept straying to you, noting how animated you seemed speaking with Sarah and Wheezie. At least his sisters appeared taken with his new bride, if the way they hung on your every word and laughed at your silliest comments were any indication. Their obvious delight gave Rafe hope this match may prove more tolerable than anticipated.

Still, his restless nature chafed at the forced pleasantries and pomp of this grand occasion. He longed to be out sailing with his crew, chasing the thrill of adventure on the open sea. As if sensing his wayward thoughts, Kelce leaned around Topper with a sly grin.

"When's the race, man? This fancy shindig is dreadfully dull."

Rafe smirked. "Patience, Kelce. We set sail at first light, and not a moment sooner. Wouldn't do to abandon my own wedding feast, as tempting as it may be."

Topper chuckled. "Think of the gossip that would stir. The new princess, jilted on her wedding night by a scoundrel of a husband!"

Rafe snorted. "As if I'd miss unwrapping that particular gift." His gaze slid suggestively over your figure, lingering on the curve of your neck and the stray curls that had escaped your elegant updo. Anticipation thrummed in his veins at the thought of finally claiming his passionate new bride.

Kelce followed Rafe's gaze with a grin. "Can't say I blame you, mate. Seems you've landed quite the prize, for a political match."

Rafe's smile turned wolfish. "Aye, and she'll make a fine figurehead aboard my ship."

Topper laughed and Rafe's attention kept straying to you, watching as you chatted and laughed with his sisters. Your sweet smile and gentle manner seemed to put even the most hesitant guests at ease. Though he'd never admit it aloud, Rafe found himself grudgingly impressed by your poise and social graces. You were clearly in your element, greeting courtiers and chatting with servants alike as if you hadn't a care in the world.

A nudge at his elbow drew Rafe's gaze to Kelce, who had abandoned all pretense of propriety and was lounging in his seat with a goblet of wine in hand. "So when's the real party start, eh mate?" Kelce grinned with a suggestive waggle of his brows. "Looks like you landed a lively one. Bet she's a wildcat behind closed doors."

Rafe snorted, taking a swig of his own wine. "Wouldn't you like to know. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"Since when are you a gentleman?" Topper scoffed from Kelce's other side. Rafe shot him an obscene gesture, earning chuckles from his uncouth friends.

"Perhaps we'll have to arrange a private showing for you two scoundrels. I'm sure my bride would be delighted to entertain." Rafe's sarcastic remark was rewarded by Kelce's bark of laughter.

"Now that's an offer I might take you up on!" Kelce's eyes gleamed with mischief as they drifted to you. Rafe's gaze narrowed, a spark of annoyance flaring to life.

"In your dreams, mate. This one's all mine." Rafe's arm shot out to grasp Kelce's shoulder in a bruising grip, smile turning dangerous.

'So, Rafe what's your plans with my lovely Y/N?'' Your father asks.

Rafe's gaze snapped to Lord Smith, who was eyeing him expectantly across the table. He suppressed a scowl at the interruption, forcing his grip on Kelce's shoulder to relax as he leaned back in his seat.

"I plan to show the princess the time of her life, of course," Rafe replied with a roguish smirk. "Starting with a grand tour of my kingdom. She shall want for nothing as my wife."

Lord Smith's eyes narrowed slightly. "See that she doesn't. My daughter is gentle bred, and I'll not have her spirit broken by some scoundrel of a husband."

Rafe bristled at the insult but kept his tone light. "Not to worry, father-in-law. Your daughter is in capable hands." His gaze slid suggestively to you, watching in amusement as you seemed to sense the scrutiny and glanced between them uncertainty.

Lord Smith snorted. "Capable of chasing anything in skirts, so I hear. I warn you now, if any harm comes to my daughter through your…philandering ways…"

"You have my word as a gentleman," Rafe cut in through gritted teeth. "Y/N shall remain untouched by scandal. My duty is to her and her alone now."

Lord Smith seemed unconvinced, but gave a curt nod. "See that you remember that. She is still young, and deserves a chance at happiness." His stern gaze swept over Rafe in assessment. "Do not make me regret this match."

Rafe shrugged off the threat, patience already wearing thin. "If there's nothing else, I believe I shall steal my bride away for a dance." He stood abruptly, pushing back from the table to stride around its length and offered you his arm with an exaggerated bow.

"May I have this dance, princess?'' *Rafe turned back to Lord Smith with a mocking bow and dangerous smile. “Not to worry, father-in-law. I always take excellent care of my possessions.” His suggestive undertone brought a scowl to the older man’s face.

Before Lord Smith could retort, Rafe grasped your hand and tugged you from your seat. “Come, wife. I’ve been patient long enough.”

You glanced uncertainly between Rafe and your father. “But, the toasts…”

“Can wait.” Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened, brooking no argument. Your gaze narrowed at his peremptory tone but you allowed him to lead you onto the dance floor.

Rafe smirked at your obvious annoyance, spinning you into a lively waltz. “You’ll have to get used to obeying my commands, pet. I’m not a man who takes no for an answer.”

You huffed, attempting to pull away, but Rafe’s arm around your waist held you in place. “Unhand me, you arrogant beast!”

Rafe chuckled at your fruitless struggles, leaning close to purr in your ear. “Now is that any way to speak to your husband, wife?” His breath fanned hot on your neck, and Rafe felt a thrill of satisfaction when your breath caught. “Best get used to my beastly ways, pet. The night is young, and I’ve only just begun to claim what’s mine…”

You gasped at his audacious words, cheeks flaming. “You forget yourself, Prince Rafe!” Your protests only made Rafe’s wicked grin widen.

“Not at all, princess.” His eyes gleamed with heat and the thrill of the chase. “I know exactly who I am, and what I want.”

As the final courses of the lavish meal were cleared away, Rafe turned to you with a roguish grin. "Well wife, time for your tour of our kingdom. I have a surprise for you." He signaled to a nearby servant, who approached with a bow. "Take the princess for a turn about the grounds and gardens. Show her all our kingdom has to offer."

The servant nodded. "As you wish, Your Highness." His gaze slid to you with a familiar smile. "Your Highness."

Your eyes went wide with recognition. "JJ? Is that really you?" You grasped the servant's hands eagerly. "Oh, it's wonderful to see you! I had no idea you were working here."

Rafe lifted a brow, not having anticipated this happy reunion. Evidently his bride and this JJ Maybank were already acquainted. "You two know each other?"

You smiled. "We grew up together, before JJ's family moved into the city." Your gaze shifted between Rafe and the servant anxiously. "I do hope it's alright for us to catch up…"

Rafe waved a hand dismissively. "By all means. You're free to go where you like, I have other matters to attend to at the moment." His gaze slid pointedly to where Kelce and Topper were already deep in their cups, toasting loudly to his good fortune. You followed his gaze, cheeks coloring slightly.

"Thank you, husband." Your courtesy seemed strained. Rafe simply inclined his head.

"Enjoy your stroll, princess. I'll come find you later this evening, there are more…private celebrations in store." His suggestive tone brought a blush to your cheeks as he strode off to join his friends.

As JJ led you through elaborate gardens and courtyards, your anxiousness gave way to delight. "Oh, it's so lovely here! All these flowers, and fountains…I can see why you enjoy working in the palace gardens."

JJ smiled, patting your hand. "Aye, it's peaceful work. I'm glad to see a friendly face, even under these circumstances." His gaze turned sympathetic. "How are you faring, Y/N? I was worried when I heard of this arrangement."

You sighed. "As well as can be expected, I suppose. Prince Rafe is…not at all what I imagined." your brows furrowed, uncertain how much you dared confide in your old friend.

JJ snorted. "No doubt. He’s got a reputation for being wild. But don't you worry, I'll keep an eye out and make sure he treats you well."

You smiled at his protectiveness. "Thank you, JJ, but I'm capable of handling my own husband. It may take some getting used to, but this match could secure a bright future for my family. I have to at least give it a chance." your gaze drifted back toward the distant palace, where even now Rafe was likely carousing with his friends.

JJ followed your gaze, brows pinching with concern. "Just…promise me you'll be careful. There’s a dangerous streak in him. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I appreciate your concern." You squeezed his arm. "But Rafe is my husband now, for better or worse. I have to make my own judgments, and hope this marriage becomes more than just political."

JJ sighed, realizing your mind was made up. "You always did see the good in people.”

You nodded and bid JJ farewell with a wave and a promise to visit him again soon in the gardens. As you made your way back toward the palace, a young maidservant approached and curtsied.

"Begging your pardon, Your Highness, but it's time to prepare you for the evening. If you'll follow me, please."

You nodded, allowing the girl to lead you to an elaborate set of chambers. Your eyes went wide taking in the lavish space, draped in silks and velvets of deep red and gold. At the center was an enormous canopied bed, and adjoining the main room were a dressing chamber and bathing room aglow with the light of a crackling fire.

The maidservant curtsied again. "The prince bid me draw you a bath and help you...prepare for the evening, Your Highness. Please, disrobe and I'll assist you."

You blinked at the girl, cheeks heating at the implication. You were no stranger to the wedding night obligations awaiting you, but to have it stated so boldly...

With shaking fingers you began removing the heavy layers of your wedding gown, aided by two more maidservants who appeared. In a matter of minutes you stood in just your thin shift, anxiously clutching the fabric as the servants poured steaming water into an ornate tub and added fragrant oils.

The lead maid turned to you with a gentle smile. "The water is ready, Your Highness. Do not be afraid, we are here to help you bathe and make yourself presentable for the prince's pleasure."

"You look beautiful, my lady," one maid assured her. "The prince will be most pleased."

You swallowed hard, allowing the servants to help you step out of your shift and sink into the hot, scented water. As they began bathing your hair and softly chattering about how beautiful you looked, how pleased the prince would be, your anxiety gave way to anticipation.

"There now, you look exquisite." The head maid gave an approving nod.

Your apprehension slowly melted into calm as the maidservants gently bathed your hair and skin. The warm, floral-scented water soothed your nerves, as did their soft reassurances. When they finished, you stepped from the ornate tub and allowed them to pat you dry with soft towels.

Smiling encouragingly, the maids led you into the adjoining dressing chamber. Lacy smallclothes and a gossamer nightdress were laid out atop the silken sheets. With deft fingers, the maids slid the delicate garments over your frame, then bid you to sit before the vanity while they brushed out your damp curls.

"Just a touch of color for your lips and cheeks, my lady," the head maid murmured, dabbing rouge onto your mouth. "There now, perfect. The prince will be beside himself when he sees how lovely you look."

You studied your reflection, almost unrecognizing yourself. But the muted excitement in your eyes was unmistakable. However brash he was, Rafe's obvious desire flattered your feminine pride. And despite your differences, you had to admit a spark of anticipation for what was to come.

With a last few primping touches, the maids curtsied and took their leave. Alone now, you sat perched on the edge of the bed to wait. Your heart pounded and you twisted the wedding rings on your finger. Whatever happened tonight, your life would be forever changed.

As Rafe strode into the lavish chambers prepared for your wedding night, his gaze immediately found You perched on the edge of the massive bed. The sight of you in the sheer nightdress, hair spilling over your shoulders, sent a bolt of desire through him. His hungry gaze roamed over you, taking in the rapid rise and fall of your chest, your knuckled grip on the bed sheets. Smirking, he shrugged out of his formal jacket and began stalking toward you.

"Well now, what a tempting little morsel we have here," he purred, bracing his hands on either side of you and caging you in. "You look good enough to devour, princess."

He noted how your breath caught as he traced a finger along your collarbone. "What's the matter, love?" Rafe chuckled darkly at your wide-eyed look. "Not to worry, I'll have you singing for me soon enough…"

With that promise, his mouth descended on yours in a ruthless kiss. His large hands grasped your waist, pulling you firmly against him. Breaking the kiss, he murmured hotly in your ear, "I've been waiting all night for this. To finally make you mine…"

Rafe's hands slid slowly up your sides, his gaze never leaving your wide eyes. With a sinful smirk he inched the nightdress higher, exposing more of your thighs. The tips of his calloused fingers grazed your  bare hip, relishing how you shuddered at the intimate caress.

"So soft…Have you any idea how long I've waited to get my hands on this sweet body?" Rafe's husky voice dripped with lust. 

With tantalizing slowness, he urged you back onto the plush mattress. The silk sheets enveloped your  bare skin as Rafe's solid frame covered yours. His mouth found the frantic pulse at your throat, nipping and sucking a mark into the tender flesh. 

Rafe's strong hands glided up to cup your breasts through the thin nightdress, thumbs teasing your nipples into stiff peaks. The sensation tore a gasp from your lips, only encouraging him further. Grinning wolfishly, Rafe ground his pelvis down, letting you feel the rigid length of his cock straining against his trousers.

"Feel what you do to me, sweetheart…You're mine now, to take whenever and however I please." His hungry gaze devoured you, eyes burning with lust and primal need. "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me you're mine…" 

A shudder tore through your frame at the feel of Rafe's hardness grinding against your thigh. Your wide eyes flickered between desire and apprehension as his hands slid higher, rucking up the diaphanous nightdress to bare more of your skin.

"So perfect…and all mine," Rafe rasped, ducking his head to capture one nipple between his teeth. You gasped at the exquisite sting, every nerve in your body hyper aware of his Rough palms gliding over your skin. As his mouth blazed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your quivering stomach, your nails bit into his shoulders.

"Rafe, I—" Your breathy protest was cut off with a squeak as his fingers hooked into your lacy smallclothes, tearing them off in one smooth motion.

"Shh…just feel, princess." Rafe's smirk was pure sin, eyes blazing cobalt as he nudged your thighs apart. The first stroke of his tongue against your pussy tore a strangled cry from your lips. Without mercy, be he devoured you, growling his satisfaction as your hips rocked unbidden against the delicious onslaught.

"Let me hear how much you want this." Rafe's rasping words vibrated against your aching core. Your head thrashed wildly on the pillows, coherent thought lost in a haze of overwhelming sensation. Soon you were re keening and trembling on the brink, utterly at his mercy.

The look of utter surrender in your eyes stoked the fire in Rafe's blood. His tongue lashed your stiff clit as you trembled, thighs clenching around his shoulders. So close now, teetering on the edge.

Rafe slid two thick fingers into your slick folds, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. You wailed, arching violently as your orgasm crashed over you. Rafe groaned as your pussy walls clenched and spasmed around his pumping fingers, milking them greedily.

Grinning wolfishly, Rafe rose up over you. His heated gaze raked over your flushed, perspiring body as you came down from the high of ecstasy. "That's just a preview, darling," he rasped, fingers swiftly unlacing his trousers to free his straining cock. "Now for the main event…"

With a groan, Rafe buried himself balls-deep in one swift stroke. So tight, so wet and hot for him. He gave you no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace right from the start. Your legs locked around his pistoning hips instinctively. Your broken cries sent a vicious thrill through him.

Rafe fisted his hand in your damp curls, yanking to expose the delicate curve of your throat. His teeth sank into the tender flesh, marking what was his. "Tell me you belong to me now. Say it."

When you only whimpered and clawed at his sweat-slick back, Rafe snarled. His arms caged you in, hips snapping harder. "Say it!"

You yelp and wince when he pulls your hair whimpering and burying your face in the crook of his neck still shaking from the force and intensity of your soft lips part to whimper out.

"I’m yours, only yours Rafe…" just barely above a whisper

Your hands grip his shoulders for support, your body limps under his as you pant  softly raising your hips to meet his powerful thrusts.

Rafe gentled his hold in your hair, fingers massaging your scalp in reward. You were learning. His other hand slid under your hips, angling them up to take him deeper on each brutal thrust. Your breathy pants and cries were music to his ears.

"That's it, good girl," he panted gruffly. Your compliance pleased him, stroked his dominance. He could feel your body gradually yielding, soft thighs parting wider, hands clutching him instead of pushing away. Rafe kept a relentless pace, pounding into your  tight pussy as the headboard slammed against the stone wall. His mouth found yours, swallowing your whimpers in a ravaging kiss. 

When he finally spilled with a shout, Rafe made certain to grind against your aching clit, determined to drag you over the peak with him. As you shattered again with a broken wail, he groaned his satisfaction. Your mingled release soaked the sheets beneath you. Rafe remained buried inside your trembling body, chest heaving  he stared down at you with possessive intensity burning in his  eyes.

"You're mine forever now, Never forget who owns you…"

Your head falls back breathing raggedly, wincing at the burning pain between your thighs. Your body feels used and exhausted. You blink slowly staring up at him with glazed eyes. You knew that your life would never be the same. That this man..this husband of yours would use your body as he pleased from now on. That intense stare of possession makes you shy away, turning your head and closing your eyes.

He grinned wolfishly as you shyly turned your face away, unable to meet his intense gaze a moment longer. Rafe didn't mind; your demure submission pleased him, as did the colorful marks and love bites his rough passion had left on your throat and breasts. His little wife was well and truly his now. Rafe gentled his hold, fingers almost tender as they brushed the damp curls back from your temple. He pressed a chaste kiss there before murmuring gruffly, "Sleep now, You've earned your rest tonight."

He grinned against your heated skin as you gave a whimper of relief. Gathering you close against his chest, Rafe settled you amidst the rumpled sheets. One leg draped possessively over yours, holding you pinned beneath him as his hand splayed wide over your belly. You were caught, well and truly.

As your breaths evened out in exhausted slumber, Rafe nuzzled into your tousled hair with a satisfied noise.

Early morning sunlight filtered into the lavishly appointed bedchamber, sitting up, you drew the silk bedding around your bare form as you gazed around the empty room. Aside from yourself, there was no evidence Prince Rafe had even been there save the lingering ache between your thighs. You couldn't deny a pang of disappointment he hadn't lingered to greet you this morning. Then again, perhaps it was for the best; after last night you felt uncertain how to act around your new husband.

With a sigh, you rose and donned a silk robe left draped across a nearby chaise. You made your way to the window overlooking the palace grounds, hoping the fresh sea air might clear your mind. Your thoughts drifted back to the prior evening. This marriage would require much patience and understanding on both your parts.You  nurtured a glimmer of hope. With time and care, perhaps you and Rafe could build something beautiful.

After taking a moment to appreciate the ocean view, you turned and began getting ready for the day ahead. You dressed yourself in a pale blue gown left for you, simple yet elegant. After tidying your hair you ventured out into the opulent hallway in search of familiar faces.

It wasn't long before you happened upon Sarah, Wheezie, and Kiara chatting together in one of the palace's lush sitting rooms. You hesitated in the doorway, suddenly feeling shy. But Wheezie looked up and broke into a delighted smile.

"Y/N! You're finally awake, come join us!" The young girl bounded over to catch your hands, leading you inside. Sarah and Kiara both greeted you warmly as you settled onto a sofa beside them.

"We were hoping you'd surface today," Sarah said with a knowing smile. "After the…activities of last night."

You felt your cheeks heat at the implication and Kiara swatted Sarah's arm. "Oh leave her be, I'm sure she doesn't want to dwell on all that." Kiara's kind eyes settled on you. "How are you feeling today?"

You offered a shy smile. "Still a bit overwhelmed, I suppose. This is all so new." your gaze drifted around the elegant room and you exhaled. "I don't think it's fully sunk in yet that I live here now."

Wheezie took your hand, giving it an excited squeeze. "Isn't the palace marvelous? I can give you a full tour later if you'd like."

You laughed softly at the girl's enthusiasm. "I would enjoy that very much, thank you Wheezie." you felt yourself relaxing, warmth swelling in your chest to be surrounded by supportive faces both old and new. Whatever uncertainties awaited in this unfamiliar life, at least you needn't face them alone.

You smile and say "So..um..did you three hear much noise last night?" you asked embarrassed.

Wheezie tilts her head confused but Kiara and Sarah exchange a look, Kiara says "These walls are quite thick don't worry" she reassures.

Sarah smirks and says "I'm sure my dear brother was a perfect gentleman" sarcasm in her voice,

You felt your cheeks flush hotly at Sarah's teasing remark. You cleared your throat, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear self-consciously.

"Well…I mean, of course everything was proper," You stammered, avoiding direct eye contact. In truth, Rafe had been anything but a gentleman once you were alone together. The memories made you shift in your seat.

Kiara shot Sarah a scolding look before turning a sympathetic gaze on you. "I'm sure your first night together was an adjustment. But you know you can talk to us about anything, right? We're here for you."

You nodded, giving your hand a supportive squeeze. "Don't let my scoundrel brother intimidate you. He may act the rogue, but you have a strength in you as well. I saw it at your wedding." Sarah's eyes were earnest. "You're family now. We'll help you figure each other out."

You nodded, offering a small but grateful smile. Perhaps in time you would feel comfortable opening up about the complicated feelings Rafe stirred in you, the exhilaration and uncertainty. But for now, his vulnerabilities were yours to guard.

Wheezie, bless her smiled brightly. "I'm so happy you're my new sister! We're going to have such fun together."

You laughed softly, warmth swelling in your chest. With Sarah and Kiara's wisdom and Wheezie's sweet spirit, you knew you could face this daunting new future. You were no longer alone.

Just then, the head housemaid approaches the women, curtsying politely. "Pardon me, Your Highnesses, but His Majesty King Ward has requested Princess Lila's presence for a private brunch on the veranda. Shall I inform the kitchens to begin preparations?"

You blink in surprise but nod to the maid. "Yes, please let the king know I would be honored to join him." You turn back to the other ladies after the maid departs. "Well, it seems my father-in-law wishes to speak with me alone. I suppose I should change into something more proper." You stand a bit nervously. This would be your first real interaction with the imposing monarch.

"Father can seem intimidating but he appreciates sincerity. And don't let him bully you into anything you're uncomfortable with."

You bid farewell to your friends and made your way back to the bedchambers to ready yourself for the impending brunch with King Ward. Your stomach fluttered anxiously as you  mulled over what he could want to discuss in private.

After freshening up, you carefully selected an elegant mint green day dress with billowing elbow-length sleeves from the wardrobe. You style your hair in a simple yet tidy braided updo and affix a minimal amount of jewelry - a delicate silver pendant necklace and teardrop pearl earrings. A hint of rose gloss on your lips completed the refined look.

Smoothing the skirts of your dress, You exhaled a steadying breath as you regarded your reflection. You hoped your attire properly conveyed the right mix of grace and poise while still retaining your own simple style. As you made your way through the opulent halls towards the veranda, you tried to quell the butterflies in your stomach. You had no reason to be so nervous; after all, you would one day be queen beside Rafe. Proving yourself an able partner who could hold your own was crucial.

Upon arriving at the sunny veranda, you were greeted by the sight of King Ward already seated at a table lavishly arrayed with brunch fare. At your approach, he stood and offered a formal bow.

"Princess Y/N, thank you for accepting my invitation. Please, sit."

You dipped into a curtsy before taking the seat opposite Ward. you met his gaze evenly, resolving to show no weakness. This may be just a brunch, but you sensed the king was assessing your mettle. You would rise to the challenge.

"The honor is mine, Your Majesty. To what do I owe the pleasure of this private audience?" Your tone was polite yet confident. The gleam in Ward's eye told you this was exactly his intent - to take your measure beyond the pomp and flair of the wedding. You straightened your spine, ready to prove your worth.

Ward looks at you curiously before taking a sip of his tea "I wished to speak with you privately, away from the commotion of the palace to get to know my new daughter in law better. This marriage was quick and sudden, but binding our families will be good for the kingdom." He explains.

"Now.." he folds his hands on the table and looks at you intently "Tell me about yourself Y/N, what are your interests?" He asks kindly, wanting to understand your personality and character better.

You relaxed slightly at Ward's polite small talk, offering a gracious smile as you prepared your tea. "Of course, Your Majesty. I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me better outside of all the wedding bustle."

You take a thoughtful sip of your tea before continuing. "Well, I've always enjoyed reading and learning whenever I can. Our library at home was my favorite place to spend long afternoons." A wistful look crosses your face at the memories.

"I also love music - singing, playing the harpsichord. Art and photography are passions of mine as well. Capturing a moment of beauty to appreciate again and again." Your eyes brighten describing your hobbies.

"But I also recognize the importance of being an active participant in the community. I assisted our local orphanage regularly and enjoyed volunteering at functions." You meet Ward's gaze. "I believe those in positions of privilege have an obligation to use their place to aid others. I hope to continue that here."

You pause, glancing at Ward hesitantly. "I know I have much to learn when it comes to politics and courtly matters. But I'm eager to play my role serving the people, and to support Rafe's reign as a strong partner."

You fold your hands in your lap. "I may seem simple on the surface, but I have layers yet to be uncovered. Given time, I know I could thrive here as a princess." You kept your chin lifted, showing sincerity and determination in the face of Ward's intense scrutiny.

Ward considers your words carefully, looking thoughtful as he sips his tea. Finally he sets down his cup and leans back in his seat, steepling his fingers.

"A commendable answer. You show wisdom beyond your years, Y/N, as well as a refreshing earnestness." One corner of his mouth quirks upward. "Far better than the vapid socialites I feared Rafe might foist upon us."

You had to suppress a smile at Ward's dry humor. The king regards you keenly.

"My son has always followed his passions, often recklessly. He will need a partner of substance who can balance his…impulsiveness, and check his wilder whims. From our limited interactions, I believe you may have the mettle needed to temper his nature, in time."

He tilts his head, eyes assessing. "The question is, do you have the will? Rafe can be stubborn, even cruel when provoked. This role will require patience and resilience.

You meet Ward's gaze levelly. "I understand the challenges, Your Majesty. But I intend to face them. Rafe may be impulsive, but he needs compassion to steady him, not control." You keep your voice firm but respectful. "I believe we can forge something stronger together."

Ward stares at you pensively before cracking the barest smile. "Well said. Perhaps you are the making of each other." He lifts his teacup in salute. "I look forward to seeing what unfolds between you two. The road will not be smooth, but you strike me as a girl who finishes what she starts."

You dip your head graciously at the veiled praise, hope blooming in your chest. If you can earn even this guarded man's approval, perhaps you truly have a chance to thrive in this strange new home.

After the brunch you go for a walk around the palace grounds, you hum softly looking at all the flowers. You find a bench under a willow tree near the royal cemetery. Sitting down you close your eyes enjoying the warm breeze. After a little while you hear leaves crunching behind you and turn to see Rafe approaching. His hair is windswept, eyes tired, and his shirt is half unbuttoned. He looks stressed about something. Noticing you sitting there he stops and sighs running a hand through his messy hair. "oh..hey.." he greets plainly, unsure what to say.

You look up in surprise as Rafe approaches, taking in his disheveled appearance and the tension in his frame. You offer a tentative smile. "Hello. Enjoying the gardens as well?"

Rafe drags a hand through his already tousled hair, gaze darting away almost guiltily. "Yeah…I just needed some air. Place was feeling a bit stifling."

You nod in understanding, gesturing to the empty space on the bench. After a pause, Rafe settles beside you, though his posture remains rigid. Silence stretches between them, the atmosphere oddly awkward after the passion you had shared.

Wanting to break the tension, You glance sidelong at Rafe. "I had an interesting brunch with your father this morning. He…seems satisfied with me as your choice of wife." You keep your tone light, hoping Rafe will open up about what's troubling him.

He snorts softly. "Of course he scrutinized you. The great King Ward misses nothing." There's an edge of bitterness to his words. Rafe's shoulders slump slightly as he gazes out at the sun-dappled lawn, tension leaking from his frame.

"I know you two barely know each other. This whole situation is less than ideal." He rakes another hand through his hair, messing the dirty blonde strands. When he looks back at you, his eyes are troubled. "I just hope…well, that you can find some happiness here. Despite my family's meddling."

Your expression softens the sincerity in his words. Gently, you rest your hand atop his where it rests on his knee. "This may have begun unusually, but the future remains unwritten. We have a say in what happens now."

Rafe's eyes widen slightly at your touch, but he doesn't pull away. Tentatively he turns his palm up to lace your fingers, the gesture intimate.

Your heart flutters hopefully. Perhaps your new husband isn't as aloof as he pretends. You sit in more comfortable silence for a moment, hands entwined, gazing out at the peaceful view.

Finally Rafe clears his throat gruffly. "We should head back soon. But…thank you, for understanding." He squeezes your hand gently before releasing it and standing. The air between you feels lighter somehow as you head back to the palace together.

You nod and stand up, smoothing out your dress. You smile softly up at him "Of course..I know this is all still new." As you walk you tentatively slip your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze.

When you reach the palace doors Rafe pulls his hand away abruptly, his face becoming cold and distant again. "I have business to attend to..I will see you later at dinner." He mutters before walking off not waiting for a response.

You watch him hurry off confused and a little hurt by his sudden aloofness again after the tender moment you just shared. Biting your lip anxiously you head inside to find Kiara and Sarah, hoping they can provide some insight on Rafe’s mercurial moods.

Making your way through the lavish corridors, you eventually locate Sarah and Kiara chatting in one of the palace sitting rooms. They both greet you cheerfully, but their smiles fade at your obvious distress.

"What's wrong? You look upset about something," Kiara asks in concern, guiding you to sit beside her on an embroidered settee.

You smooth your skirt, unsure how much to confide about your mercurial new spouse. "I'm just…having some difficulty figuring Rafe out. One moment he seems open and tender, the next he's cool and distant."

Sarah nods knowingly. "Yes, my dear brother has always been moody. Passionate one instant, petulant the next." She pats your hand. "Try not to take it personally. Rafe has trouble reconciling his heart and his duties."

"He's under immense pressure as future king," Kiara adds sympathetically. "It likely makes him feel vulnerable, so he compensates by being remote."

You consider this, comforted by your friends' wisdom. Perhaps Rafe's moodiness stemmed from feeling inadequate, not indifference toward you.

Sarah smiles encouragement. "Keep being patient and meeting him where he's at, Y/N. In time, he'll realize you're a safe place to share his burdens."

Kiara agrees. "Just show compassion and understanding. Your open heart is your greatest gift."

You smile, buoyed by their sisterly advice. If Rafe is skittish of closeness, you would have to coax him out gently, not take his distance personally. Your future depended on bridging this chasm, no matter how long it took.

You smile gratefully "You both give such wise counsel, I don't know what I'd do without you." you say sincerely.

Sarah waves a hand "Oh please, what are friends for? Besides putting conceited brothers in their place that is." She jokes, making you laugh.

"Would you both accompany me to dinner tonight? Having you close by keeps me calm when I have to interact with Rafe and his family. It's all still so intimidating." you admit.

Kiara loops your arms together. "Of course! We'll be right by your side the whole night." She reassures you.

Sarah nods in agreement. "Rafe may be stubborn but he'll come around. In the meantime, we'll make sure you feel welcome here."

Your eyes mist over with gratitude at their unconditional support. With such true friends at your side, you feel able to endure Rafe's unpredictability and find your place in this unfamiliar world.

You spend the afternoon with Sarah and Kiara, their lighthearted company bolstering your spirits after your confusing encounter with Rafe. By the time evening falls and you make your way to the grand dining hall, You feel much more centered and calm with your two dear friends accompanying you.

As you enter the spacious hall, You instinctively seek out Rafe's tall form. Your husband stands stiffly beside King Ward near the head of the table, face an impassive mask. But you notice faint circles under his eyes, hinting at his inner turmoil.

Sarah gives your arm a subtle, reassuring squeeze as you take your seats. Kiara offers an encouraging smile from your other side. Bolstered by their quiet support, You straighten your spine and meet Rafe's shuttered gaze evenly when it drifts your way. You will not cower from his moods.

Dinner passes uneventfully, full of empty courtly pleasantries you have little patience for. Throughout the meal, you make subtle attempts to catch Rafe's eye, hoping to convey mute understanding across the table. But he remains withdrawn, jaw tense as he interacts minimally with the guests.

Your heart sinks at his continued distance, but you refuse to let it show. When the meal concludes, you excuse yourself politely before exiting the hall, chin held high. Your friends move to follow, but you still them with a slight shake of your head.

"Stay, enjoy the festivities. I just need some time alone to clear my head." At their understanding nods, You gather your skirts and make your way out into the moonlit gardens.

The fresh night air soothes you as you find that stone bench under a willow tree again. You tilt your face up to the stars, seeking guidance. Patience and empathy were your only weapons against Rafe's barricades. You could not force him to meet you halfway. Sighing softly, You close your eyes and make a silent wish upon the moon. Bring down your walls, my guarded prince. Let me inside.

As you sit peacefully under the stars, you gradually become aware of footsteps approaching on the garden path. You open your eyes to see Rafe striding towards you, still dressed in his formal dinner attire. He looks surprised to see you there.

"Oh..I didn't realize you'd be out here," he remarks, seeming conflicted about whether to stay or turn back. After a brief hesitation, he moves to sit beside you on the bench, staring straight ahead into the darkness.

"I suppose I don't blame you for wanting to escape that dreadful affair either," he mutters, mouth twisting wryly. "The noble court can be rather insufferable."

You study  his tense profile curiously. There is obviously something he wants to express, but is struggling to find the words for. You decide to take a gentle approach.

"The night sky is quite beautiful here. I enjoy having this serene place to collect my thoughts when things feel…overwhelming." You keep your tone soft, hoping he might open up.

Rafe's jaw works, eyes fixed ahead. Several moments of tense silence pass before he speaks again, voice low. "I… apologize for my poor company today. You deserve better from your husband." He finally meets your gaze, remorse flickering in his eyes.

Your expression softens. Gently, you reach over to cover his hand with yours in a gesture of understanding. "I know this transition has been challenging for us both. But we will figure it out, together."

Rafe's eyes widen slightly at your easy forgiveness. After a beat, he turns his palm over to tentatively lace your fingers. You feel your heart lift as Rafe opens up, however hesitantly. You give his hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze, hoping he will continue.

After another strained silence, Rafe drags his free hand through his hair, leaving it endearingly mussed. "I just…I want to be the man they need me to be. My father, the kingdom." He lifts his eyes to the moon.

You feel your heart swell as Rafe opens up, the ice in his gaze melting to reveal vulnerability beneath. You give his hand another encouraging squeeze.

"It's alright, you don't have to be perfect. Just be yourself." Rafe sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"I wish it were that simple. But certain things are expected of me, duties I can't shirk." His shoulders slump under the invisible weight.

You nod in understanding. "I know. But you don't have to carry it all alone. I'm here now, to listen and support you. We're partners in this." You trail your thumb over his knuckles, hoping he understands you won't abandon him to his burdens.

Rafe turns to look at you fully, eyes searching yours. He seems startled to find only sincerity and care reflected back at him. "You deserve a medal for putting up with me," he says wryly, but gratitude shines through the humor.

You just smile. "I don't need medals, just your word you won't shut me out again."

Rafe considers your request, then nods solemnly. "You have it. Thank you for…being you." He gives your hand a gentle, meaningful squeeze.

You share a tender smile under the moonlight, the air between you lighter somehow. There is hope for you yet if you continue reaching out in understanding. You know the road won't be easy, but you're willing to walk it with this complicated man who is now your partner. With patience and care, your arranged union could blossom into something real. For now, this moment of connection beneath the stars feels like a promising start.

You smile softly and say "Of course, that's what partners are for. Now…" You stand up smoothing your dress. "Why don't we go for a walk? The gardens are beautiful at night." You suggest wanting to spend more relaxing quality time with him.

Rafe runs a hand through his hair and smiles a little. "I'd like that." He agrees and stands up, offering his arm to you politely.

You loop your arm through his and you begin walking at a leisurely pace admiring the flowers and fountains illuminated by moonlight.

For a time you simply walk in comfortable silence, appreciating the nocturnal blooms and gently babbling fountains surrounding them. You breathe deeply, filling your lungs with the sweet floral scents on the night breeze. After being cooped up in the palace much of the day, it feels freeing to be outside enjoying nature's beauty.

You sneak a glance at Rafe and find the tension gone from his features, replaced by a look of contentment. His eyes seem brighter beneath the stars, and the hints of a smile play at his lips. Seeing him relaxed and unguarded makes your heart flutter with hope.

Eventually Rafe's voice breaks the silence. "Thank you for this. I can't remember the last time I just…existed, without pressures and duties weighing me down."

You smile. "Of course. We all need room to breathe." Timidly you reach over to give his hand a gentle squeeze. Rafe glances down in surprise but doesn't pull away.

The moment feels suspended in time, just the two of you and the hushed music of the garden. You wished you could stay here forever, away from the complications of family and royalty. But for now, this stolen moment of tranquility together feels like a step toward healing.

Keeping your hand covering his, you scoot a little closer, your sides now pressed together.You rest your head on his shoulder tentatively.

"Can we just stay out here a little longer? I don't want this moment to end.." You whisper not wanting the peaceful feeling to disappear once you have to go back inside.

Rafe looks down at you surprised by the contact but doesn't move away. The scent of your floral perfume surrounds him, making his heart skip. No one has shown him such tenderness before. Slowly he rests his head against yours.

"Just a little longer.." He agrees quietly, closing his eyes. For now all the stresses and responsibilities melt away as you sit together under the stars. He wishes he could freeze this feeling and live in it forever.

Rafe's thumb strokes over your knuckles, touch feather-light. The caress sends a thrill through you even as it soothes. You angle yourself closer, memorizing his warmth, his scent, the rhythm of his breathing. This gentle side of him feels like a gift, one you will safeguard.

The hour grows late, the moon sinking low. Reluctantly you lift your head, meeting Rafe's drowsy gaze. "We should head back," you murmur. He nods, reluctance shadowing his eyes. But the new bond between you remains as you slowly rise and retrace your steps out of the garden. Whatever comes next, you will face it together.

As you reluctantly make your way back inside the silent palace hand in hand. Pausing outside your bed chamber door you turn to him. "Thank you for tonight..I haven't felt this content in a long time." You admit with a soft smile.

Rafe rubs the back of his neck "Yeah..me too.." Glancing around awkwardly to make sure no one is around he takes both your hands in his. "Y/N I…I know this whole situation is less than ideal..but I'm grateful to have you as my wife. You've shown me more care and patience than anyone." He says sincerely, gazing into your eyes. "I'll try to be the man you deserve from now on.." He promises softly.

You blink back tears, deeply moved. "All I want is for you to be yourself. The rest we'll figure out together." You offer a tremulous smile.

Rafe searches your face before nodding slowly. Still clasping one of your hands, he reaches up to tenderly tuck a loose curl behind your ear. The affectionate gesture makes your breath hitch.

"Together," Rafe repeats. He starts to lean in, then hesitates. Your eyes flutter closed in tacit permission. A moment later, the barest brush of his lips grazes your cheek in a feather-light kiss.

As Rafe pulls back, your eyes open to find him watching you, desire and uncertainty mingling in his gaze. You give his hand one more squeeze in reassurance before slipping inside your room.

Alone in the darkness, You press a hand to your tingling cheek. Tonight was a turning point for you guys, you feel it. With open hearts, this arranged union just might transform into a true marriage.

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𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗘 (oneshot)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Summary: In which Rafe goes over-the-top as usual to apologize for cheating which includes a grand gesture of buying out an entire boutique is creatively meant to convey his guilt.

Warnings: strong language, fluff, semi smut (but not really), power dynamics, mental/emotional manipulation and ulterior motives, reference to cheating, sexually suggestive situations, non-consensual elements (pressure/coercion into sexual acts), dubious consent, unhealthy relationship, discomfort/anxiety, misogyny/objectification

Words: 5,130

a/n: It's been a while since I posted on here and whatever so here I am, but who's to say I won't disappear for another few months

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Rafe sauntered into the high-end boutique, the little bell above the door announcing his arrival. The sales associates perked up, eyeing his Ralph Lauren polo and Sperry boat shoes. Ah, a Kook with money to burn. 

"Hello sir, can I help you find anything today?" the manager asked, her voice dripping with fake pleasantness.

"Yeah, I need to buy out like, your whole store," Rafe said nonchalantly, checking out a display of cashmere sweaters. 

The associates' eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Buy out the whole store, sir?"

"Yep. I screwed up badly with my girl. She's a Pogue, you know? Doesn't really do the whole fancy clothes thing. But she found out I cheated on her with some Touron last week, and now she's pissed." Rafe picked up a floral sundress, scrutinizing it. "So I figured, what better way to say sorry than decking her out in some new designer threads?"

The manager nodded enthusiastically. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture. Let me start ringing up some items for you."  

"Nah, like I said, I want to buy out the whole damn store. Just name your price." Rafe pulled out his credit card, waving it around.  

The manager's eyes lit up at the thought of the huge commission she was about to make. "Of course, sir, let me calculate our current retail inventory value and I'll give you a total."

"Make it quick. I’ve got a picnic on the beach planned to beg for her forgiveness," Rafe said, leaning on the cash wrap counter impatiently. 

The manager returned shortly with the grand total. Rafe didn't even blink as he handed over his credit card. Anything to get his Pogue princess back.

Rafe leaned against the wall near the cash register, watching with disinterest as the store employees scurried around grabbing items off racks and shelves.

"Come on, pick up the pace," he called out impatiently. "I wanna get out of here before the sun goes down."

The manager gave him an appeasing smile as she stuffed an armful of sundresses into a large box. "We're going as fast as we can, sir. I really appreciate your business - this is the biggest sale we've ever had!"

Rafe just shrugged, stifling a yawn. The workers were cramming the boxes full of tissue paper and accessories, trying to maximize what they could fit. Shoes, handbags, skirts, tops - everything was being cleared off the floors and walls. 

One associate struggled to fold a pile of cashmere sweaters to fit in an overflowing box while another carefully wrapped up a display of fine china jewelry. The store was slowly emptying out as the minutes ticked by.

"Ugh, this is taking forever," Rafe groaned, pulling out his phone to scroll aimlessly. "I should've just gone to Party City and bought her a bunch of balloons or something." 

The manager's smile strained a bit as she kept up her enthusiastic energy. "Almost done, sir! Just a few more minutes and you'll have our entire inventory to present to your lovely girlfriend."

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe muttered, back to being bored. Buying out the whole store was proving to be more tedious than he had anticipated. But hey, you were worth it. Probably.

”I need all of this shipped to her beach house.”

The manager nodded as she taped up another overstuffed box. "Of course, sir. I can arrange delivery to any address you'd like."

She gestured to one of the other employees. "Sara, can you grab some shipping labels? We'll need to send all of these boxes to this gentleman's girlfriend's house once we're finished packing everything up."  

Sara hurried to grab a stack of shipping labels and a pen. "What's the address, sir?" she asked Rafe.

"Oh, uh..." Rafe scratched his head. "Somewhere in The Cut, not really sure of the exact address. It's a small blue house near the bay though, it has a tire swing out front. Think the name on the mailbox is L/N or something like that."

Sara looked confused. "Do you have the street name or number? There are a lot of small blue houses in The Cut."

Rafe rolled his eyes. "Jesus, I don't know that shit. Her dad's name is Hank though, if that helps. Everyone knows Hank the Tank down there."

The manager and Sara exchanged a look, neither seeming confident about locating the right address. 

"Tell you what," Rafe continued, pulling out a thick wad of cash from his back pocket. "Here's 500 bucks. That should cover you guys figuring out where the hell to deliver all this stuff to Y/N in The Cut. I'm sure one of the Pogues down there can point you in the right direction."

He tossed the cash on the counter and headed for the door without another word, leaving the overwhelmed store employees with boxes piled high and vague delivery information.

You squinted against the setting sun as three large delivery trucks rumbled down the sandy driveway toward your family's weathered beach house. You set down your cards on the rickety picnic table, where you had been playing an intense game of Crazy Eights with John B, JJ, Sarah, and Kiara.

"What the hell is this?" you muttered. The trucks parked haphazardly amidst the uncut grass and strewn beach debris surrounding the house. Drivers hopped out and opened up the backs, revealing piles and piles of boxes crammed to the brim.

"Whoa, did you order the entire Amazon warehouse or something?" JJ joked, sauntering over to inspect the deliveries. 

Before you  could respond, the porch boards creaked loudly under the weight of multiple pairs of high-heeled shoes. The group turned to see half a dozen boutique store employees teetering across the uneven ground, laden with clothing on hangers and large shopping bags.

"Oh no..." you groaned, realization dawning on you. 

"Delivery for Ms. Y/N L/N!" one of the women trilled, scanning the rural beachfront for the recipient. 

"That's you, Y/N," John B said, giving you a puzzled look.

Just then, a delivery man approached with an oversized bouquet of roses and a card. "Are you Ms. Y/N? These are for you along with all of these boxes."

"I'm going to kill him," you seethed, grabbing the card. Sure enough, it was from Rafe, attempting to apologize for cheating in his usual over-the-top Kook fashion.   

The others laughed, taking in the three trucks overflowing with designer clothes and accessories that had arrived on your doorstep.  The group whooped and raced toward the trucks, laughing at Rafe's attempt to buy back your forgiveness. You had to admit - it was a pretty damn good start.

The sun had just set over the expansive Cameron estate as you marched up the long driveway and let yourself in the front door. You breezed past the elaborate foyer and down the hall towards the state-of-the-art home gym, where you knew you would find Rafe. 

Sure enough, there he was - shirtless and pumping iron, the clanking of weights echoing through the large room. You crossed your arms, watching as Rafe finished his set of bicep curls before acknowledging your presence. 

"Oh hey babe," he said casually, setting down the dumbbells. "I see you got my gifts."

"You mean the eighteen-wheeler trucks filled with designer clothes that choked the road to my house all afternoon?" you replied sharply.  

Rafe grinned. "So I take it, you liked them?"

You rolled your eyes. "Did you seriously buy out the entire Verona Boutique?"

"Maybe," Rafe shrugged, grabbing his towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. 

"Why would you do that?" you asked in exasperation. 

"Come on, I was just trying to apologize for what I did," Rafe said. "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."

You sighed heavily. "You can't buy me off with fancy clothes, Rafe. That's not how this works."  

Rafe stood up and walked over to you. "But did it at least make you smile a little?" he asked with a coy grin. 

Despite yourself, You felt the corners of your mouth turn upward. You shook your head, trying to fight the smile. 

"You're unbelievable," you scoffed. But Rafe took your reaction as a promising sign. 

"So...am I forgiven?" he asked. 

You shrugged, struggling to stay stern. "You're not off the hook yet. But...it's a start."

Rafe smiled victoriously and pulled you into an embrace. You hated to admit it, but his over-the-top gesture did melt away some of your anger. Only a Kook would think that buying out an entire boutique could fix cheating - but you had to give him points for creativity.

Rafe's face lit up with a delighted grin as he saw the smile fighting its way onto your lips. Score! He knew you couldn't stay mad at him for long, not when he pulled out all the stops with his over-the-top apology gifts. Sure, buying you an entire wardrobe wasn't exactly practical, but he wanted to go big to show you how much he cared. Because even though he screwed up by cheating, your were still his girl and he needed you to know you were #1. No Touron hookup could ever mean anything compared to you.

Pulling you tighter into his embrace, Rafe pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you nuzzled into his bare chest. He could tell the wheels were still turning in your mind, trying to decide if you were ready to fully forgive  him yet. But he had plenty more tricks up his sleeve if needed. Diamonds, a new car, a trip to Paris - anything you wanted, it was yours. Being the heir to the Cameron fortune had its perks when you needed to get yourself out of the doghouse.

"So when are you gonna model some of these new outfits for me, hmm?" he murmured suggestively in your ear. "Maybe a private fashion show tonight? I'll even let you use my black AmEx again if you want to pick up some sexy lingerie to complete the looks." He grinned devilishly.

You rolled your eyes and gently pushed out of his embrace. "Down boy. You're not off the hook yet," you reminded him, though your tone had softened considerably. Rafe held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Okay okay, I know. But you gotta admit, the mental image is pretty hot," he said with a wink. you just shook your head, trying to hide your smile. You could never stay irritated with him for long. 

"Alright, I should get home and figure out what to do with the small mountain of designer clothes currently cluttering up my living room," You sighed. "I still can't believe you bought out the entire store."

Rafe waved a hand casually. "Don't even trip about it. Consider it just a small token of my love," he said smoothly.

You quirked an eyebrow. "A small token? Rafe, it's got to be worth at least $20,000 worth of stuff."

Rafe shrugged. "Meh, that's like pocket change for me, babe. You're worth it and so much more." He pulled you in for a quick kiss. "I'll swing by later to help you sort through it all, yeah?"

You nodded, a genuine smile breaking through now. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you later." you gave him one last peck on the lips before heading out, shaking your head slightly at your ridiculous boyfriend's attempt to buy your forgiveness. But even you had to admit it was a pretty damn adorable gesture. The boy was utterly smitten, that much was clear. And even if it took a small army of delivery trucks worth of designer clothes to prove it, you supposed you couldn't complain. After all, what girl didn't love a massive shopping spree courtesy of the Cameron family fortune?

Rafe sauntered up the stairs of your beach house, not bothering to knock before letting himself in. your dad was away on a fishing charter and he knew you’d be home alone trying to organize the massive shipment of clothes he had sent over as an apology gift.

"Knock knock, princess!" he called out as he strode down the hall to your bedroom. "Did you get a chance to try on any of the new outfits I bought you?"

He pushed open your bedroom door to find you sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by mounds of tissue paper and discarded shopping bags. You looked up at him in exasperation.

"Rafe! You could at least knock before barging into my room," you admonished. 

“My bad, didn't mean to startle you. Just excited to see my gifts being put to use," he said with a grin.

You sighed, gesturing to the chaos around you. "Well, I've been trying to sort through it all morning but there's just so much stuff. You went way overboard as usual."

"Anything to make my girl happy," Rafe replied smoothly, plopping down on the floor next to you. "Here, let me help you get organized."

He began sifting through the piles of clothing, occasionally holding up items for your inspection. "Ooh, you have to model this one for me," he said, grabbing a lacy black teddy. "And this mini skirt would look so hot on you."

You blushed deeply, snatching the risqué items out of his hands. "Rafe! My dad could be home any minute," you hissed in embarrassment.

"So? I want him to see how smoking his daughter looks in the outfits I bought her," Rafe said with a devilish grin. "Might make him finally approve of me."

You buried your face in your hands. "You're unbelievable," you groaned. "Can we please just focus on organizing? I don't have time for an impromptu fashion show."

"Fine fine, I'll behave. For now," he added in a playful whisper.

You guys spent the next hour sorting your new wardrobe into categories - dresses, tops, bottoms, shoes, jewelry. Rafe "helped" by periodically holding up scandalous lingerie pieces and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively until you threaten to smack him with a stiletto heel.

Despite your exasperation at the overabundance of clothing, you had to admit it was fun exploring all the different styles and accessories Rafe had picked out for you. The boy definitely knew your taste, even if he did go over-the-top with buying out the entire store. You made a mental note to donate some of the clothes to charity once you had a chance to try it all on.

You collapsed backwards onto a pile of cashmere sweaters. "Phew! We’re almost done." You smiled over at Rafe. "Thanks for your help. And for the very generous gift. Even though it's pretty ridiculous you bought out an entire store," you added with a laugh.

Rafe grinned and leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. "Anything for my princess," he murmured. "You deserve to be spoiled rotten."

You giggled as he nuzzled your neck, wrapping your arms around him. You supposed you couldn't stay irritated with him for long, not when he was just trying to show his affection through expensive gifts. Over-the-top as it may be.

"Alright Casanova, that's enough distracting me," You said, playfully nudging him away. "Now help me get all of these clothes put away in my closet before my dad gets home."

You shook your head in amusement. "You're absolutely ridiculous. But…" You tilted your head up to him and smiled."I love you for it."

Rafe playfully tackled you onto the pile of cashmere sweaters you had been sorting through. You let out a surprised squeal, smacking his chest lightly as he hovered over you. "Rafeee, I told you to behave!" you chided through your laughter. He just grinned mischievously, dipping his head to kiss along your neck and collarbone as you squirmed beneath him ticklishly.

"Mm mm, you know I can never keep my hands off you for long," he murmured against your skin, nipping lightly. His hands slid up under your shirt, tracing along your stomach and ribs. You shivered at the contact, cheeks flushing as you felt him growing hard against your thigh already. You really shouldn't be doing this with your dad liable to come home any minute…but then again, the risk just made it more exciting.

You bit your lip, hesitating only a moment longer before grabbing Rafe's face and crashing your lips to his in a hungry kiss. He groaned into your mouth, grinding his hips down against yours. Things were escalating fast, all thoughts of organizing clothes now tossed aside. Rafe broke the kiss only to tug your shirt over your head swiftly. His eyes drank in the sight of your breasts encased in a lacy pink bra.

"Damn baby…have I mentioned how fucking sexy you look in all these new lingerie pieces I bought you?" He reached around to unclasp your bra, leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimpered, arching into him. You were quickly losing the willpower to stop this and he knew it. His hands slid under your skirt, fingers dipping beneath your panties to find you wet and ready for him already. His hands wandered recklessly over your body, groping and grasping wherever they pleased..

"R-Rafe, my dad…" You gasped half-heartedly in protest even as your body betrayed you, arching into his touch.

Rafe silenced you with another bruising kiss, grinding his arousal against you. His fingers tangled in your hair, using it as a handle to maneuver your head for better access to your neck and chest.

"Shh, don't worry about him," Rafe crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "It's just us right now." His knee nudged between your legs, parting your thighs as he claimed your mouth once more.

Your knees went weak, overwhelmed by the onslaught of Rafe's hungry kisses and wandering hands. You clung to his shoulders for support, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the sparking heat of his body pressed to yours. Your token protests died away as Rafe's skilled fingers caressed the soft skin of your breasts.

"That's my good girl," he praised darkly when you arched into his touch instead of pulling away. His knee rubbed teasingly between your legs as he continued his pleasurable assault, intent on showing you exactly who was in control here.

Your mind reeled, inner alarm bells drowned out by the pounding heartbeat in your ears. You knew you should push Rafe away, stop this before it went too far with your dad possibly home any minute. But your traitorous body seemed to have other ideas as it melted shamefully against Rafe's hard frame.

His kisses left you dizzy and compliant, willpower evaporating under the intoxicating strokes of his hands. But when those hands went to zip down your skirt, some deeply buried remnant of reason sparked back to life inside you.

"Rafe, stop," you gasped out, catching his wrists in your hands. He paused, eyes dark with lust and irritation at being denied his prize.

"Come on baby, don't be like that," he cajoled, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "I know you want this too."

You shook your head, gently but firmly removing his hands from your body. "No, not now. Not here." Your cheeks burned but you held your ground. "I'm not comfortable going any further with my dad so close by. Can we please just…slow down?"

Rafe's jaw tightened, displeasure evident at having his fun interrupted. But after a tense moment he stepped back.

"Fine, princess, whatever you say," he relented, tone dripping with poorly concealed frustration. You let out a shaky breath, tugging your rumpled clothing back into place. Your lips still tingled from the force of Rafe's kisses but the frenzied moment had passed.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, I just don't want our first time to be so…rushed," You said earnestly, hoping he could understand despite his obvious annoyance at being denied. His eyes remained dark but he managed a tight smile.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Wouldn't want Daddy dearest walking in on us anyway," he said with an eye roll. You smiled weakly, knowing that was as close to understanding as you would get from him right now. At least he had backed off for the moment. But you had a feeling this conversation was far from over. Rafe did not like being told no.

He swallowed down his anger, forcing his face into a strained smile. He had to play this carefully; you Lila too much and you’d bolt. No, he needed to lure you in gently, make you trust him completely.

"Of course, princess. We'll take this at your pace," he said smoothly, stroking your cheek. "I just got carried away because you're so damn irresistible." He kissed your forehead, the very picture of understanding despite the lust still raging inside him.

You visibly relaxed, giving him a shy smile. "Thank you, Rafe. I'm glad you understand. I promise, when the time is right…" You trailed off, blushing. Rafe tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your neck teasingly.

"Don't worry baby, I'll make it so good for you when you're ready," he purred. You shivered, skin tingling from his touch. "For now, why don't you model some of these new outfits for me? Might give me a sneak peek of what I have to look forward to." He grinned devilishly.

You laughed, swatting his chest playfully. "You're incorrigible," you admonished, but went to pick out a few items from the piles of new clothes. Rafe settled on your bed, hungry eyes tracking your every movement.  For now, he would enjoy the little fashion show. But it was only a matter of time before those clothes ended up scattered across the bedroom floor instead.

A relieved smile crossed your face as Rafe appeared to accept your request to slow things down without argument. You knew he must be frustrated, but you appreciate him respecting your boundaries for now. There would be a right time and place for intimacy later on.

As you sifted through the piles of new clothes, Your smile faltered slightly. You could feel Rafe's intense gaze following your every movement, almost palpable in its hunger. It sent a shiver down your spine, but not entirely an unpleasant one. Still, something about the glint in his eyes gave you pause.

You selected a few simple, conservative outfits to model - a loose fitting sundress, some shorts with a flowy blouse. But Rafe tsked in disappointment, getting up to rummage through the options himself.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," he coaxed, grabbing a slinky miniskirt and cropped tank top. "I want to see my sexy girl shine." He shot you a playful grin as he pressed the revealing clothes into your hands.

You laughed nervously. "Rafe, those aren't really my style…" But he pouted childishly, guiding you towards the adjoining bathroom.

"Humor me? Just a peek," he insisted. You hesitated, then relented with a shy smile. You had never worn anything so risqué before, but the delight on Rafe's face was gratifying. And it was just the two of you after all…

You changed quickly, adjusting the tiny skirt over yourself. The top was snug and showed a hint of midriff that made you self-conscious. But Rafe's eager expression as you stepped out stopped any protests before they left your lips.

"Stunning," he breathed, drinking in the sight of you. You blushed under his intense scrutiny, suddenly feeling very exposed. But you tried to push past it, giving an awkward little twirl to show off the outfit fully. Rafe's grin was downright predatory.

"Now take it off nice and slow," he said lowly, eyes raking over you. "Give me a proper show."

You balked, arms crossing instinctively over your torso. "Rafe, I…" His eyebrows shot up in challenge and you faltered. Maybe you were overthinking things. You didn't want to disappoint him again…

With trembling fingers, You reached for the hem of the snug tank top. But the voice inside screaming this was a bad idea only grew louder. You dropped your hands, shaking your head firmly as you backed towards the bathroom.

"I'm sorry Rafe, I can't do this. The clothes need to stay on." Your voice was small but resolute. You wouldn't ignore your instincts, not even to placate Rafe's desires. His scowl made your stomach twist anxiously, but you stood your ground, waiting for his response.

Taking a deep breath, Rafe fixed an understanding smile on his face. "You're right, I got carried away again. I'm sorry," he said gently. "I just can't control myself around you sometimes. You look so gorgeous in that outfit."

He approached you slowly until you allowed him to take your hands in his. "Of course the clothes should stay on until you're ready. I'm truly sorry for pushing you, princess." He brushed a tender kiss over your knuckles.

You visibly relaxed, giving him a grateful smile. "It's okay, Rafe. Thank you for understanding." You leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before disappearing back into the bathroom to change.

You emerged from the bathroom in a comfortable sundress, feeling infinitely more at ease now that you were back in your own clothes. Rafe's obvious disappointment tugged at your heartstrings for a moment, but you brushed it aside. You knew in your gut that stripping for him, even just down to your underwear, wasn't something you were ready for yet.

To your relief, Rafe seemed to have reigned himself in and was back to his usual charming self, apologizing for getting carried away again. You smiled up at him gratefully, leaning in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," You said earnestly. "It really means a lot. I know this is all new for me." you ducked your head a bit shyly.

Rafe tilted your chin up, smiling fondly as he gazed down at you. "Of course, princess. I'll wait as long as you need. I'm just happy to be with you," he assured you smoothly.

Your heart swelled. You knew you had been lucky to find a guy like Rafe. Wealthy Kook boys had a reputation for being entitled spoiled brats. But most people didn't get to see this sweet, caring side of Rafe like you did. He could be impulsive and hot headed at times, but he respected your boundaries when it really mattered.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," You declared, going up on tiptoe to kiss him warmly. Rafe grinned against your lips, strong arms circling your waist.

"Anything for my girl," he murmured affectionately when you broke apart. You playfully booped his nose, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Alright mister, as much as I appreciate these new clothes, I could really use some help donating some of them," you said in a practical tone. "I can't even wear this many outfits in a lifetime!"

Rafe heaved a dramatic sigh but smiled good-naturedly. "Fiiine, guess I did go a little overboard on the shopping spree," he conceded. You giggled.

"Just a bit. Come on, let's get started." You took his hand, leading him back to the piles of clothes awaiting sorting. Even if Rafe's impulsive extravagance could be frustrating at times, You were grateful to have someone so attentive and willing to lavish you with gifts and affection. You hoped in time he would come to value you for more than just your looks or virginity. For now, You were content to take things slow and simply enjoy exploring young love one day at a time.

Rafe resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he let you lead him by the hand back to the piles of designer clothes he had gifted you. Donating them? What a pointless waste. He had spent a small fortune solely with the intent of seeing you decked out in finery, not giving it away to the destitute Pogues of the Cut.

But he bit his tongue, keeping up the doting act. "Of course I'll help, babe. Anything you want," he said smoothly, playing with your fingers.

Soon, he promised himself as he pulled you in for a chaste kiss on the forehead that contradicted his lustful thoughts. Your smile made him want to gag, but he mirrored it charmingly. Let you enjoy playing house a little while longer. He was adept at getting what he wanted from any woman eventually. The thought made Rafe's cock stir impatiently, but he willed it down. Not yet. He needed to lull you into total complacency first before finally stripping away the last of your resistance.

You hummed contentedly to yourself as you neatly folded clothes into donation boxes, Rafe helping beside you. You smiled up at him after he gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead, happy you guys seemed to be back in sync after the brief tension earlier.

You held up a slinky red cocktail dress, pondering keeping it for a special occasion. But no, it wasn't really your style at all. Into the donation box it went. You frowned slightly as you pulled out several incredibly risqué lingerie items - crotchless panties, lace teddies that left little to the imagination. Definitely not your taste.

"Geez Rafe, did you raid the whole lingerie section?" you asked with a laugh. Rafe just shrugged, unbothered. You shook your head in amusement as you set them aside to give to your more adventurous friend.

Once all the clothes were sorted, you surveyed the boxes contentedly. You had kept enough everyday outfits to last a lifetime, but now many girls in the Cut would have the chance to enjoy fancy new clothes too. It made you happy to spread the wealth, so to speak.

"There, all done! The donation center is going to be thrilled." You smiled brightly at Rafe. "This was a really great idea. I know I said it already, but thank you again for being so generous. And understanding about…everything," you finished, cheeks pinking slightly.

Rafe smiled back warmly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Of course, babe. Anything for you," he said, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You snuggled into his side, relieved you seemed to be back on the same page.

You hoped with time, Rafe would see you as more than just a conquest or object of physical desire. For now, you were content taking it slow, focusing on emotional intimacy over physical. You had all the time in the world for those things later on if things progressed. But for today, You were simply happy snuggling innocently with the boy who made you feel so safe, protected and cherished. Everything was perfect just as it was.

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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (oneshot)

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Reader

Summary: In which you and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.

Warnings: sarah cheats on john b with reader, explicit language, fluff, smut, secret relationship, friends to lovers, this set after ward blew himself up, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, fingering, oral sex, grinding/tribbing, nipple play

Words: 2,617 

a/n: guys is it bad to sleep with your best friend when your boyfriend is being a douche and didn't comfort you after you watched your dad die? but seriously there needs to be more sarah fics on here, y'all sleeping on her

((not proofread because i'm lazy and rereading stuff I write makes me cringe for some reason))

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The sun had just set over OBX, casting an orange glow across the sandy beaches. Inside the your families beach house, Sarah lay sprawled across your bed, half-watching some cheesy rom-com on the little TV in your room.

"Ugh, I can't watch this anymore," Sarah groaned, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels aimlessly. She was grateful for you trying to cheer her up after the traumatic events of the past few days, but she just wasn't in the mood for happy endings right now.

You glanced over from where you sat braiding friendship bracelets on the floor. "Yeah, I'm not really feeling it either," you said with a sympathetic smile. You tied off the bracelet and scooted up onto the bed next to Sarah.

Sarah clicked off the TV and flopped back onto the pile of pillows with a dramatic sigh. "I just keep replaying it all in my head, you know? Like maybe if I had done something differently…" Her voice trailed off as she stared up at the ceiling fan swirling above you guys.

You reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "It's not your fault, Sarah. There's nothing you could have done."

Sarah turned her head to look at you, her brown eyes glistening. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, You looked so beautiful and comforting that Sarah suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

Your eyes went wide in surprise before slowly closing as you kissed Sarah back tentatively. After a few seconds, you broke apart, blushing wildly.

"Um, wow," you breathed, biting your lip. "So that just happened."

Sarah let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm just feeling extra emotional and impulsive tonight. I've always thought you were really pretty though." She grinned sheepishly.

You laughed and playfully hit Sarah with a pillow. "Oh so that's how it is, huh? Taking advantage of me in my own bedroom?"

Sarah dramatically flipped her hair. "I mean, can you blame me? Have you seen this hair?"

You both dissolved into giggles, the tension instantly broken. No matter what else was going on in your lives, you always had each other. And maybe this was the beginning of something more.

“What about John B?” you asked, putting the bracelet on Sarah’s hand.

Sarah sighed, twisting the new bracelet around her wrist. "John B…I don't know. He's been so caught up in everything with his dad and the gold, it's like he doesn't even see me anymore. I miss how things used to be between us."

She looked up at you. "But then there's this…" she gestured between you guys. "This connection we have. I've never felt this way about another girl before."

You nodded, a worried crease forming between your brows. "I know what you mean. I care about John B, but I also care about you." you bit your lip. "Maybe we should keep this between us for now? At least until we figure things out.”

Sarah considered it for a moment then nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. No need to complicate things even more.” She linked her pinky with yours. “This can be our little secret.”

You smiled, hooking your pinky with Sarah’s. “Our secret,” you repeated.

Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “So should we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by your question?” you teased.

You giggled and closed the distance once more, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.

Sarah lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. She runs her hands up your sides, caressing your soft skin as she kisses down your neck. You let out a soft gasp, tangling your fingers in Sarah's blonde hair.

"Sarah…" you breathe out, your heart pounding as Sarah's hands continue to explore your body. You feel a growing heat between your legs, this new intimacy with Sarah awakening desires you never knew you had. Sarah kisses lower, trailing her lips down your collarbone, then takes a hard nipple into her mouth. You moan, arching your back off the bed at the sensation.

Sarah lifts her head to look into your eyes, her own darkened with lust. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, then tosses it aside. Sarah sits back on her knees to admire your naked form, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she says throatily before leaning down to capture your lips once more. As your tongues meet, Sarah reaches down to undo the button on your shorts, her hand slipping beneath the waistband. You gasp into Sarah's mouth at the intimate touch, your hips bucking involuntarily. You never felt more alive than in this moment with Sarah, every nerve-ending tingling with anticipation.

Sarah's fingers dip lower, finding slick heat that makes you cry out. She strokes slowly at first, learning what makes you whimper and moan.

As Sarah's fingers work between your legs, you feel pleasure building within your core. Your breathing comes faster, soft moans escaping with each circular stroke of Sarah's fingers over your slick, swollen clit. Your hips rock uncontrollably, pushing yourself against Sarah's hand as your arousal grows.

Sarah watches your face, taking in every flutter of your eyelids, every gasp and whimper. She slides two fingers lower, teasing your entrance before pushing them inside. You cry out at the penetration, panting Sarah's name over and over. Sarah thrusts her fingers slowly at first, then faster as your inner walls clench tight around them.

The coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of euphoria. Your back arches off the bed, a string of curses and Sarah's name on your lips as you come undone.

Sarah pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, her own bright with exhilaration and desire. She runs her fingers through your tousled hair and grins, trailing her hand down your body. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts again, raising an eyebrow in question.

You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your hips so Sarah can slide your shorts and underwear off. Sarah tosses them aside, then settles between your parted thighs, kissing a path up your inner leg. You shiver in anticipation, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch. When Sarah's mouth finally finds your pussy, you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows.

Sarah hums in satisfaction at your reaction, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you. She uses her tongue to explore your slick folds, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you cry out and clutch at the sheets. Sarah focuses her attention there, alternating between broad laps of her tongue and tight circles around your clit.

Your soon panting and writhing beneath her. "Oh god, Sarah…feels so good…" you moan. The coil of tension winds tight once more until you shatter again with a sharp cry, your thighs clamping around Sarah's head as you come. Sarah works you through it with soft licks, not stopping until you go limp with satisfaction.

Your moans fill the room as straddles you and slips off her underwear, your bodies coming together in a tantalizing display of desire. The slickness of your wetness creates friction that sends shivers of pleasure through both of you. Sarah's core radiates heat, igniting a fire within you that can't be quenched.

Your hands greedily explore Sarah's sides, eager to feel every inch of her. You grab onto Sarah's ass, pulling her closer, urging her to grind harder against your throbbing clit. Sarah leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you both breathless. Your tongues dance and entwine, a passionate tango of desire. The taste of your shared arousal fill your mouths, fueling your hunger for each other.

Your hips move in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Sarah's grinding against your clit, your clits rubbing together in a rhythm that drives you both wild. The wetness between your legs acts as a lubricant, allowing your movements to become even more intense, more intimate.

You arch your back, offering your breasts to Sarah's hungry mouth. Sarah eagerly takes the invitation, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The sensation shoots electric sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

With one final, powerful thrust, Sarah's body shudders with pleasure. She cries out, her climax washing over her in a wave of bliss that crashes through her entire being. Her walls clench around nothing but the air, her core pulsating with every release.

Your own release follows closely behind, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure. The intense sensations ripple through you, causing you to grip onto Sarah tightly, your bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. You both ride out the waves of your orgasms together, matching each other's moans and gasps.

When you finally break apart your both are flushed and beaming. Sarah's fingers gently stroke your face as you kiss languidly, softly.

"Was that okay?" Sarah asks after a moment, suddenly shy.

You smile, pulling Sarah down for another lingering kiss. "More than okay," you assure her. Sarah grins, nuzzling into your neck.

Sarah smiles contentedly and lays her head on on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as it returns to normal. She feels a sense of peace and belonging that she hasn't felt in a long time. Here with you, away from the chaos and tragedy of the outside world, Sarah can simply be. No expectations, no pretending - just two souls connecting on the most intimate level.

Sarah traces lazy circles on your bare stomach as you lay entwined. She thinks about how rapidly her feelings have shifted - from seeing you only as a friend, to suddenly being unable to resist her. It feels natural though, not scary or confusing like her past crushes on boys. With you it just feels…right.

Eventually your lips find each other again, the kisses growing heated once more. You roll yourselves over so you're the one on top, straddling Sarah's hips. You look down at Sarah with hungry eyes as you slowly grind against her. Sarah gasps at the delicious friction, gripping your hips.

"Now it's my turn," you say in a low voice that sends a jolt of arousal straight between Sarah's legs. You reach down and tugs at the hem of Sarah's shirt. "Take this off."

Sarah complies, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. You make quick work of her bra too until Sarah is laid bare before her. Your admiring gaze roams over Sarah's body, making her shiver with anticipation, you capture one of Sarah's nipples between your lips.

Sarah cries out, arching up into your warm mouth. As you lavishes attention on her breasts, Sarah is reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath your ministrations. This is even better than she imagined as she lets you take full control. 

You kiss your way down Sarah's trembling body until your mouth replaces your fingers between Sarah's legs. Sarah closes her eyes, crying out your name as a slick tongue explores her slick folds. She reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair, urgent moans spilling from her lips.

"Y/N, I'm close…" she pants out. The coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her finally snaps as she comes undone under your tongue.

You take Sarah into your arms. You exchange soft, languid kisses as Sarah catches her breath.

"Wow…" is all Sarah can say, still reeling.

You grin, kissing the tip of her nose. "I'd say we're pretty good at this secret relationship thing so far."

Sarah laughs. "I'd say so too. But we should probably keep practicing, just to be sure." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

You smirk, pulling Sarah in for another deep kiss. "I like the way you think."

Your lips meet again, both of you giddy with the exciting newness of exploring each other. For now, you’re content to stay lost in your little bubble of bliss, putting your troubles aside for a stolen moment of passion and release.

Sarah sighs contentedly, her body still tingling from her intimacy with you. She strokes your hair softly as you lie tangled together on the bed.

After a few peaceful moments, Sarah props herself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Not that I want this to end, but won't your parents be back soon?" she asks.

You glance at the clock on your nightstand and grimaces. "Yeah, probably. As much as I'd love to keep going…" You trail a hand suggestively down Sarah's side.

Sarah shivers at your touch. "Later," she promises with a grin. She gives you one last lingering kiss before reluctantly climbing off the bed to gather her scattered clothes.

As Sarah gets dressed, you sit up and wrap the blanket around yourself. You watch Sarah wistfully, not quite ready to burst this intimate bubble you’ve created. But the approaching sound of a boat motor outside makes the decision for you.

"Coming?" Sarah asks from the bedroom doorway, now fully dressed. Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from kisses.

You sigh. "Yeah, be right there." As Sarah disappears down the hall, you take a moment to collect yourself. You press her fingers to your lips, Sarah's taste still lingering. Your heart flutters thinking about what just transpired between you too.

With a giddy smile, you get up to get dressed. You rejoin Sarah in the living room just as the front door opens and your parents walk in, loaded down with gear from their fishing trip. If they notice your matching blushes and shy glances, they don't say anything.

"Are you staying for dinner, Sarah?" your mom asks as she heads for the kitchen. "I'll throw some fish on the grill."

Sarah catches your eye, an impish look on her face. "I'd love to," she says sweetly. Under the table, she squeezes your hand, your secret.

The you too sat close together on the worn couch in your living room after dinner, shoulders touching. Your parents had retreated outside to the back deck, giving you some privacy. Sarah turned to you, looking into your eyes. She still couldn't believe what had transpired between you too earlier that evening.

"So…that happened," Sarah said with a small smile, cheeks flushing pink.

You nodded, biting your lip. You reached over and gave Sarah's hand a gentle squeeze. "It did. And as crazy as it sounds, it felt…right."

Sarah let out a soft laugh, interlacing your fingers. "I know, I feel the same way! I mean, I never expected this, but being with you just feels so natural."

She glanced down bashfully. "I know things with John B are complicated right now. But he's been pulling away, and you've been there for me. You make me feel safe and happy even during the worst moments."

You lifted Sarah's hand to your lips, kissing it softly. "You deserve to feel safe and happy, Sarah. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens with John B. And if this-" you gestured between you too "-is something you want to explore, I'm open to it."

Sarah's heart swelled with affection. She leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Then let's explore," she murmured against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, twining your arms around Sarah's neck to pull her closer. 

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[peavhyshy]

𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦 (oneshot)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: In which you keep JJ company while he recovers from COVID-19, playing nurse and cuddling up to take care of him.

Warnings: covid-19, sexually suggestive comments, fluff, some angst?, mild language, mention of JJ's dad, JJ kisses reader even though he has COVID, obviously you shouldn't kiss someone if you have covid but this based on that one Lana Del Rey lyric

Words: 1,424

Outer Banks Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Peppers (the lana song)

You knocked on the screen door of the worn-down beach house, peering inside for any signs of life. "JJ?" you called out.

A round of violent coughing echoed from down the hall followed by a raspy voice. "In here!"

You let yourself in, wrinkling your nose at the lingering scent of beer and cigarettes that permeated the Maybank home. You found JJ curled up on the couch, wrapped in a tattered blanket. His nose was red, his blond hair a tangled mess. Used tissues littered the coffee table in front of him.

"You look like death," you said, plopping down on the couch next to him.

JJ cracked a smile. "Thanks, that makes me feel so much better." His voice was hoarse.

You playfully hit his arm. "You know what I mean. How are you feeling?"

"Oh, just dandy," JJ said. "Peachy keen." He erupted into another fit of coughing.

You grabbed a half-empty glass of water from the table and handed it to him. "Here, drink this."

JJ took a few sips to soothe his throat. "So I'm guessing you got my text about testing positive for the 'rona?"

"Yup, got it this morning," You said. As you absentmindedly pushed JJ's hair back from his sweaty forehead to feel his temperature.

"And you still came over?" JJ asked in disbelief. "I'm like super contagious right now."

You shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a ride or die. Gotta make sure you're okay."

JJ grinned and pulled you in for a big sloppy kiss. You squealed and pushed him away.

"Ew JJ! What the hell?" You dramatically wiped your mouth.

"Hey, you're the one who came to see me, COVID cooties and all," JJ said with a laugh that turned into a cough. "Might as well seal the deal and swap some germs."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling. "You're disgusting." you tossed him the TV remote. "Now pick something to watch while I make you some soup or something. We'll ride out this quarantine together."

JJ clicked on the TV, settling back into the couch. "You know, you really are the best."

"Yeah, yeah," you waved dismissively but you were still smiling. "Just don't cough on me anymore."

JJ grinned mischievously at you despite his sickly state. "Don't tempt me, I have no problem about getting you sick too if it means more time with my best girl." He faked a dramatic coughing fit, eliciting an exaggerated sigh from you though he could tell you weren't actually annoyed with him.

"You're just loving having me play nurse for you, aren't you?" You joked as you headed to the kitchen. He could get used to being quarantined if you were taking care of him, that was for sure. Maybe he'd milk this illness a little longer than necessary.

JJ stretched out languidly on the couch, the old springs creaking beneath his weight. He grabbed another tissue to blow his nose which was growing raw and irritated from constant wiping. At least he could still vaguely taste and smell - the steaming bowl of soup you soon presented to him was evidence of that.

"You're a lifesaver, I don't know what I'd do without you Y/N," JJ said earnestly after finishing the entire bowl in record time, his appetite apparently unaffected. He playfully patted the spot on the couch next to him, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Now, nurse, I believe your patient requires some additional tender loving care, if you know what I mean."

"Come on baby, you know you want to play nurse with me," he cajoled, patting the empty spot on the couch next to him. He faked another dramatic coughing fit. "I think I need some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation," he joked, making exaggerated kissing noises.

Truth be told, he just wanted you close to him, to feel your soothing presence. Having you here taking care of him made him feel cared for in a way he rarely experienced from his drunk deadbeat dad. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you down onto the couch. You let out a surprised squeak as you fell into his lap. JJ wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck.

"Mmm you smell good," he mumbled, breathing in the sweet floral scent of your skin and hair. You squirmed against him but didn't fully pull away. JJ reached up and playfully tugged on one of your strands of hair.

"Just let me hold you for a bit," he pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. "It'll help me feel better, I promise." He cracked a mischievous grin. "Unless you want to do more than cuddle…" he added suggestively, waggling his eyebrows.

You felt your cheeks flush as JJ pulled you into his lap, his arms holding you close. Despite his illness, that cocky grin of his still made your stomach flutter.

"JJ!" You tried to scold, but couldn't keep the smile off your face. His enthusiasm was infectious. You playfully swatted his hands away as they drifted to your chest.

"Cuddle only mister. I'm immune to those puppy dog eyes," You said firmly. Still, you relaxed into his embrace, nestling your head on his shoulder.

"For now at least," JJ teased, his warm breath tickling your ear. 

Maybe you’d regret this later, but right now taking care of a sick JJ felt natural. He needed you- and knowing that filled you with purpose. You glanced up at him, heart melting at the open affection in his eyes. You reached up and traced the bruise on his jaw from his latest fight.

"I'll always be here to patch you up JJ," you murmured. Impulsively you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. JJ sighed in contentment, tightening his arms around you. For now, you simply held each other, letting the steady beats of your hearts lull you into comfort. The rest of the world could wait.

''Will your dad be back soon?''

JJ glanced nervously at the front door before settling his gaze back on you. "He shouldn't be back for a while," he said quietly. "Went on one of his benders last night so he'll probably sleep through the day."

JJ shifted on the worn couch, wincing slightly as the movement aggravated his sore ribs. He hoped you wouldn't notice - the last thing he wanted was your pity. "I wish he'd just disappear for good," JJ muttered bitterly. He scrubbed a hand across his face, not wanting to dwell on his useless excuse for a father.

"Anyway, enough about him," JJ said, forcing a grin. "I've got way better company right now."

He playfully tugged on one of the hair strands, admiring how the sunlight filtering through the blinds brought out the highlights in your hair. You were so beautiful it made his chest ache. JJ wished he could freeze this moment - just the two of you here together, your kind eyes gazing at him with understanding rather than judgment.

"You're too good to me Y/N," JJ said quietly. Before he could overthink it, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Your skin was petal soft beneath his lips.

JJ pulled back, heart hammering in his chest. He gave you a crooked smile, hoping you couldn't hear how loud it was beating. "So, wanna raid the crappy cable TV options with me? We can trash talk all the awful daytime soaps."

You looked shocked, unable to speak for a few moments before recovering. You composed yourself before answering, "You know I'll always be here for you JJ, whenever you need me." You give him a soft smile, trying to convey your sincerity. If he wants to drop the subject of his father and move on, you'll happily oblige.

"Daytime TV sounds perfect right now. Let's see who can come up with the most ridiculous plot summaries for these shows," You say with a playful grin. You grab the remote and start flipping through channels, settling on a particularly melodramatic soap opera.

Leaning into JJ's side, you point at the screen. "Okay, that guy definitely just found out the kid he's raising isn't actually his. And that woman is clearly his scorned ex-lover who's out for revenge." You dissolve into giggles, amused by your own silly narration.

You are glad to see JJ's somber mood start to lift, a small smile creeping onto his face. Moments like these make all the chaos and hardship feel worth it. As long as you have each other, you'll be okay.

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[peavhyshy]

𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝟰 𝗠𝗘 (oneshot)

Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Innocent!Pogue!Reader

Summary: In which you working as a waitress at the Country Club where Rafe and his wealthy Kook friends spend time at and he gives you a ride home after your shift.

Warnings: strong language, smut, dubious consent, fingering, oral sex, power dynamics, corruption/innocence, hair-pulling, degradation, rough sex, unprotected vaginal sex, exhibitionism, lose of virginity, possessiveness, orgasm denial, car sex

Words: 2,614

Outer Banks Masterlist | Main Masterlist | RIDE 4 ME (song it's based off by chxrry22)

The sun beat down on the perfectly manicured lawn of the Figure Eight Country Club. Rafe lounged in a cushioned chair on the patio, leisurely sipping an ice cold beer as he watched the other Kook teens splashing around in the pool. His eyes, however, were focused on you making your way between tables, carrying a large tray loaded with drinks and appetizers.

"Well hello there, gorgeous," Rafe called out as you approached his table. You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile.

"I'm working, Rafe," you replied, setting down the empty glasses from the table next to his with a clatter.

"Come on, you can spare a minute to chat with your favorite Kook," Rafe said with a charming grin. He reached out to gently touch your arm. You sighed but relented, sitting down in the empty chair.

"Only for a minute! If my boss catches me slacking he'll have my head," you replied.

"You worry too much. I'd never let anything happen to you," Rafe said. He leaned in close, dropping his voice to a husky whisper. "Have I told you how hot you look in that little uniform?"

You blushed deeply as Rafe's eyes roamed over you appreciatively. You smacked his arm. 

"I'm just showing my girl some appreciation," Rafe replied innocently. His hand found your knee under the table, squeezing lightly.

You hastily stood up. "Okay, I really need to get back to work now. I'll see you later?"

"I'll be waiting eagerly," Rafe said, as you hurried off, he saw Sarah and Topper approaching from across the pool deck.

"Well, well, if it isn't my darling sister and her lapdog," Rafe said snarkily as the pair reached his table.

"Who's the waitress, Rafe? Don't tell me you're screwing around with one of the staff," Sarah said disapprovingly.

"Don't be rude, Sarah. Y/N happens to be my girlfriend," Rafe said defensively.

"Your girlfriend is a Pogue?" Topper asked incredulously. "Isn't that kind of…beneath you?"

Rafe glared at Topper. "Watch yourself, man. No one talks about my girl that way."

Topper held up his hands apologetically. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend."

Rafe leaned back in his chair, glancing over at you. "She may be a Pogue, but she's still hotter than any Kook girl here."

Sarah just shook her head in disgust. "You're hopeless, Rafe." She turned and headed for the pool, Topper trailing behind her.

Rafe watched you as you worked, admiring your cute figure. Maybe you were just a waitress, but you were his waitress. And Rafe always got what he wanted.

You walked out of the country club, exhausted after a long shift. You were lost in thought and didn't notice the familiar black truck idling in the otherwise empty parking lot. The sound of a car door slammed shut behind you made you jump.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Need a ride?" Rafe said with a crooked grin, coming up behind you. Before you could respond, he wrapped an arm around your waist and steered you towards his truck.

"Rafe! You startled me," you protested, though you couldn't help but smile back at him. "What are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for you of course," Rafe replied smoothly, opening the passenger door for you. "I wanted to take my girl out for a night on the town. Unless you're too tired from work?"

You hesitated, knowing you should probably just go home and rest. But the hopeful look in Rafe's eyes made your decision for you. You climbed up into the passenger seat. "A quick stop for ice cream would be nice," you conceded.

Rafe grinned triumphantly and hurried around to the driver's side, revving the engine as he pulled out of the parking lot. You settled back against the leather seat, glancing over at Rafe's handsome profile. You knew your friends wouldn't approve of you dating a Kook, especially if it was Rafe Cameron, but you couldn't help your growing feelings for the charming boy. And when Rafe reached over to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, you knew you were willing to give him a chance, no matter what anyone else thought.

The night breeze felt refreshing as you guys cruised along the coast with the windows down. Rafe drove with one hand on the wheel, the other still clasping yours. You shyly shifted closer on the seat until your thighs were touching. Rafe gave you a heated look. "I've been thinking about you all day, you know," he murmured.

You blushed, heart fluttering at his words. You weren’t used to male attention, but something about Rafe made you feel excited rather than scared. "Me too," you admitted softly.

Rafe's hand left yours to trail lightly up your leg. "I don't think I can wait for ice cream. I need you now," he said roughly, blue eyes dark with desire.

Your breath caught at the intensity of his gaze. You knew you should stop this, but the swirl of emotions inside you left you powerless to resist as Rafe's hand slid higher…

Rafe's eyes darkened with lust as his hand slid higher up your thigh, his fingers dancing along the hem of your shorts. You gasped softly at the intimate caress, both nervous and excited by his boldness.

"We shouldn't do this here," you whispered, your cheeks flushed as you glanced around the shadowy coast road. You were alone for now, but anyone could drive by.

Rafe just smirked, edging his fingers up under your shorts. "Come on, baby. Don't you want to have a little fun?" he murmured, stroking along the edge of your panties.

You squirmed, both scandalized and aroused by his actions. "Rafe, please, not here," you pleaded, even as your body seemed to melt under his skillful touch. You couldn't believe you were letting the cocky Kook take such liberties, but you were powerless to resist him.

Ignoring your protests, Rafe continued teasing you through the thin cotton barrier of your underwear, feeling wetness gather under his fingertips. "That's it, just relax," he purred. "You're so fucking sexy, I need to make you feel good."

You whimpered, legs falling open to give him better access despite your misgivings. Rafe took full advantage, slipping his fingers under your panties to stroke along your slick folds. You jerked and moaned at the direct contact, the lewd wet sounds audible in the confines of the truck.

"Rafe!" you cried out, unable to hold back as he relentlessly stimulated your body. Your hips rocked uncontrollably, seeking more friction from his talented fingers. You were embarrassed by how easily he could undo you, but the pleasure was too intense to resist.

Rafe's eyes blazed with possession as he watched you surrender to him so sweetly. "That's right, I've got you now," he grunted. He finally withdrew his hand, leaving you squirming and unsatisfied.

"Please," you whimpered, beyond caring how desperate you sounded.

Rafe smirked, sucking your juices from his fingers. "All in good time, baby. But first, I think it's time for your mouth to please me for a change."

You looked at Rafe with innocent confusion in your eyes. "What…what do you mean?" you asked uncertainty.

Rafe smirked, enjoying your naive response. He unzipped his shorts, freeing his hard cock. Your eyes widened in shock and you instinctively tried to look away, but Rafe grasped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his heated gaze.

"I think you know exactly what I mean, baby," he purred. "Be a good girl and put that pretty little mouth to work pleasing me."

You trembled, unable to tear your shocked gaze away from Rafe's erection. You had never even seen a penis before, let alone done anything sexual. The lewd suggestion made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I…I've never…" you stammered, shrinking back against the passenger door.

Rafe's eyes darkened. "There's a first time for everything, princess," he snarled. "Now get over here and suck it. I know you want to be my good little slut."

You recoiled at his crass words, even as a secret thrill ran through your. You knew you should refuse, but something about Rafe's commanding, dangerous presence made resistance impossible. Timidly you leaned over the center console, hands shaking as you wrapped your fingers around his rigid length. Rafe groaned in satisfaction, tangling his hands in your hair.

"That's it baby, just like that," he encouraged roughly as you began to stroke him awkwardly. Precome beaded at the tip and Rafe used it to paint your plush lips, coaxing you to part them. Your eyes fluttered shut as you accepted the salty fluid on your tongue, the musky male taste overwhelming to your innocent senses.

Heart pounding, You took the head of Rafe's cock between your lips. The Kook boy groaned loudly, bucking his hips to press deeper into the heat of your mouth. You gagged slightly but kept sucking, eager to please him even as the lewd act made you blush. You were in over your head, but there was no turning back now.

You fumbled awkwardly with your first attempt at pleasuring Rafe, cheeks flaming with embarrassment even as arousal coiled hotly within you. Rafe groaned lustily at the feel of your soft lips wrapped around him, his fingers tangling almost painfully in your hair as he guided your movements.

"Come on baby, you can take more than that," he grunted, bucking his hips to push deeper into your mouth.

You gagged, eyes watering as the blunt tip hit the back of your throat. Rafe held you there a moment, reveling in the tight wet heat enveloping him before letting you pull back gasping.

"Sorry princess, guess I got a little too eager," he chuckled without remorse. You caught your breath, wiping at your teary eyes. You should stop this insanity, but one heated look from Rafe had you leaning back in, determined to pleasure him properly this time.

Under Rafe's rough tutelage, You soon adapted to the rhythm he set, lips gliding slickly along his rigid length. The musky taste of precum flooded your senses, making your head spin dizzyingly. Rafe's bitten-off curses and the clench of his fingers in your hair let you know you were doing well.

"Fuck yes, just like that," he rasped, eyes smoldering as he watched his cock disappear repeatedly into the your sweet mouth. You flushed with pride at his reaction, abandoning your inhibitions to suck him harder, flicking your tongue teasingly over the weeping slit.

You could feel Rafe swelling and pulsing on your tongue, his thighs tensing as his climax approached. Suddenly he wrenched your head back, leaving you gasping.

"Did I say you could make me cum yet?"

You stammered out apologies even as your body thrummed with unfulfilled need. Rafe cut you off with a searing kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth as though to taste himself on your lips. When he finally released you, your head was spinning, panties soaked through.

"Please Rafe," you whimpered, no longer caring how desperate you sounded. "I need…"

Rafe's eyes flashed victoriously. "I know what you need, baby," he purred, hand sliding back up your thigh possessively. "Don't worry, I'm going to give it to you."

Rafe smirked triumphantly as you whimpered and squirmed beside him, your innocence only making the prospect of corrupting you even sweeter. His fingers slid back up your thigh, hooking into your panties and tugging them down insistently.

"Lift up, baby," he commanded gruffly.

Cheeks flaming, you obeyed, raising your hips so Rafe could strip the cotton barrier away. The cool night air on your exposed, slick flesh made you shiver, thighs clenching together reflexively. Rafe drank in the sight of you, bare and vulnerable before him,

"So fucking beautiful," he rasped, grabbing your knee to force your legs open again. You gasped as he trailed a rough fingertip along your sensitive folds, gathering the evidence of your arousal. "This is all mine now, isn't it?"

You could only whimper and nod helplessly, lost in the overwhelming sensations as Rafe's talented fingers stroked and teased you. Your hips rocked desperately, seeking more friction as he purposefully avoided where you needed it most.

"Please Rafe…" you keened, you were his now, to use as he wished.

Rafe's eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at how easily you submitted. "Since you asked so sweetly," he purred, finally pressing two thick fingers into your tight pussy.

You cried out, back arching off the seat at the intrusion, inner muscles clenching around the thick digits. The sounds of Rafe's fingers pumping into your naive body echoed obscenely in the confines of the truck. His mouth descended on your neck, sucking a vivid mark into the sensitive skin. You shuddered, clutching at his shoulders as he claimed you so completely.

"That's it baby, cum for me," Crooking his fingers just right, he sent you spiraling over the edge with a sharp cry. Your whole body spasmed, inner walls clamping down hard around his fingers. Rafe groaned as he imagined that tight clutch around his cock instead.

As you trembled through the aftershocks, Rafe gently stroked your hair back from your face. "Such a good girl," he praised, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead. You curled trustingly into his embrace, spent and satiated for now. But you both knew this was only the beginning.

After letting you rest for a few minutes, Rafe pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your frame. You gasped as you felt his hard cock pressing insistently against your core.

"I want you to ride me, princess," Rafe growled into your ear, nipping at the soft skin of your neck. His hands gripped your hips, grinding you down onto his erection.

You whimpered, torn between apprehension and need. You knew this was wrong, but your body craved the fulfillment only Rafe could provide. Timidly you began to rock your hips, rubbing yourself along the rigid contour of his cock.

Rafe groaned approvingly, one hand sliding up to palm your breast through your thin top. "That's it baby, get yourself nice and wet for me," he rasped, tweaking your nipple roughly.

You cried out, back arching into his touch even as you continued your hesitant movements. You could feel your slick arousal soaking through the fabric separating them.

"Please Rafe," you finally gasped out. "I need more." your plea seemed to break the last of his restraint. He pushed your shorts aside, before thrusting up into your untouched entrance.

You saw stars, a scream of pained pleasure tearing from your throat. Rafe gave you no time to adjust to the intense stretch, gripping your hips tightly as he immediately started pounding up into you. "So fucking tight," he bit out through clenched teeth.

You could only cling to his shoulders, lost in the overwhelming sensations. The initial sharp sting faded to an aching fullness that somehow felt so right. Rafe guided your movements, using your body ruthlessly for his own pleasure and pushing you rapidly towards a shattering climax.

When he finally spilled inside you with a shout, the feeling of his hot release triggered your own orgasm. You convulsed around him, whimpering his name. Rafe held you close through the aftershocks, stroking your hair tenderly.

"That's my good girl," he praised, brushing a soft kiss over your sweat-slicked temple. You burrowed into his embrace, a sense of belonging settling over you even as guilt pricked at the back of your mind. You knew there was no going back from this life-altering line you had crossed, but you prayed it would all be worth it for a chance at love with the Kook boy.

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𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘 (oneshot)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Adopted!Thornton!Reader

Summary: In which In JJ sneaks into your families mansion after being beaten by his abusive father, and you help patch him up

Warnings: strong language, smut, angst, child abuse, injuries, emotional distress, mention of underage drinking, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (nipple play), dirty talk, and rough sex

Words: 2,535

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The moon was high in the sky as JJ crept across the perfectly manicured lawn of the Thornton estate, cursing under his breath with each step as his bruised ribs screamed in protest. He knew the route by heart - shimmy up the trellis, slip through the unlocked window into your room, grab the first aid kit stashed under your bed. This definitely wasn't his first late-night house call.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," he whisper-shouted, tapping on the glass.

"Jesus, JJ, you scared the shit out of me!" You whispered as JJ tumbled gracelessly through your open window. "What did you do this time?"

"Oh you know, I forgot to take the trash out so naturally he tried to beat me to death with a whiskey bottle," JJ quipped, collapsing onto your bed.

You sighed, grabbing your well-stocked first aid kit. This had become a routine for them. "Shirt off," you ordered.

"Yes ma'am!" JJ winked, slowly removing his shirt to reveal the ugly bruises blossoming across his torso.

You sighed, exasperated but sympathetic as always. You got to work disinfecting and bandaging JJ's injuries, slapping his hands away when he poked at particularly gnarly gashes.

"Ow! Take it easy Nurse Ratched," JJ grumbled.

"Hey, it's either me or an awkward explanation at the ER," You retorted, pressing an ice pack none-too-gently against JJ's swollen eye.

JJ snorted, then immediately regretted it as pain ricocheted through his ribs. You finished patching him up in silence, then sat beside him on the edge of your bed as you tossed JJ a clean shirt and some sweats from his designated drawer.

He changed quickly and flopped back onto your bed with a contented sigh. "My hero! What would I do without you?"

"Bleed out on my window sill probably," You chuckled, settling in next to him.

It was a sad routine, but you was always glad JJ felt safe coming to you, knowing you’d patch up his physical and emotional wounds without question.

"You know you can't keep doing this, right?" You said quietly.

JJ just shrugged, staring at the floor. You guys had this conversation before.

"I mean it this time. We've gotta figure something out." You put a hand on his shoulder. "Just…promise me you won't go back there tonight?"

JJ nodded reluctantly. 

You stared at JJ as he nodded reluctantly, clearly exhausted from yet another violent encounter with his abusive father. You wished more than anything that you could protect him, but JJ was fiercely independent and hated relying on anyone, even you.

"C'mon, let's get you settled in," You said gently, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from your closet. You fluffed up the pillow and handed it to JJ, who sank into it with a groan.

"Damn Y/N, these 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets are straight fire," JJ mumbled into the pillow. "Kook life definitely has its perks."

You chuckled softly as you spread the blanket over him. "I know it's not the hammock at the Chateau, but I hope it's comfy enough."

JJ cracked one eye open and gave you a sleepy grin. "With you here? Anywhere is paradise."

You felt yourself blush, your heart skipping a beat. No matter how many times JJ showed up battered and broken on your doorstep, you could never quite ignore the butterflies his presence awakened.

"Alright Romeo, get some rest," You whispered, clicking off the bedside lamp. You curled up on your side of the bed, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of JJ's chest as he drifted off.

Tomorrow you’d make him talk. He couldn't keep hiding bruises and secrets forever. But for now, JJ was safe. And that was enough.

The next morning, JJ awoke slowly, his wounds from the previous night throbbing dully. He was momentarily disoriented by the soft bed and sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains until he remembered he was in your room. He glanced over and saw you curled up on the window seat, hair mussed and a tiny line of drool dripping down your chin. JJ smiled. Even with dried spit on your face you were still cute as hell.

He considered waking you up but decided to let you sleep. You always mother-henned him; it was kind of nice to see you be the vulnerable one for once. JJ stretched gingerly, wincing as his ribs protested. Well, might as well take advantage of the fancy digs while he could.

JJ quietly snuck out of your room towards the opulent kitchen, grabbing a muffin and some orange juice. Damn, rich people breakfasts hit differently. As he was raiding the fridge for more snacks, he heard light footsteps behind him.

"Well well, if it isn't my favorite charity case."

JJ rolled his eyes before turning around. "Morning Topper," he said through a mouthful of stolen baked goods. Your brother leaned against the doorframe, signature smug grin in place.

"Rough night again at the Maybank estate?" Topper asked, fake sympathy dripping from his voice.

"You know me, just living the dream," JJ deadpanned back.

Topper laughed humorlessly. "Try not to bleed out on the white carpets this time. I had to burn that rug you know, hepatitis risk."

JJ flipped him off good-naturedly and went back to rummaging the fridge, ignoring Topper's bitching. He was used to the verbal jabs by now. And it was a small price to pay for your tender loving care.

You padded quietly to the kitchen and saw JJ. "Morning," you said softly. "How're you feeling?"

JJ attempted his signature cocky grin, though it came out as more of a pained grimace. "Ready for round two, obviously," he joked half-heartedly.

You smiled sadly and sat down beside him. "JJ…" you began tentatively. "We need to talk about what happened. I'm worried about you."

JJ's grin faded, his expression growing shuttered. "You patched me up the same as always, I'll be fine." He avoided your earnest gaze.

"You and I both know this can't continue." Y/N placed a hand on his arm, noting how he flinched almost imperceptibly at your gentle touch.

"Drop it Y/N, I mean it," JJ muttered, a hard edge to his voice as he stared resolutely at the floor.

You acquiesced for the moment, but remained determined. You would get the truth from JJ, one way or another. His safety depended on it.

You sat in silence beside JJ until he finally met your eyes again, his usual carefree demeanor restored.

"So…" he drawled with a mischievous glint in his eye. "How should we spend this lovely truant morning m'lady? I'm thinking of a beach bonfire and beers. Oh, and we gotta stop by the garage and pick up my bike first."

You smiled and shook your head indulgently. "Fine but I'm driving. No operating heavy machinery with a concussion."

JJ grinned and hopped up, wobbling only slightly. "Yes Mom. Now c'mon, the last one to the car is buying snacks!"

You followed JJ into the cavernous garage attached to your family's mansion, filled with luxury cars and boats that cost more than most people's homes. JJ let out an impressed whistle as he strolled past the rows of gleaming vehicles.

"Damn Y/N, I know your family is loaded but this is next level," JJ said, trailing his fingers along the glossy paint job of a candy apple red vintage Corvette. "Your parents must really be raking in the cash to afford all these fancy rides."

You shrugged self-consciously. "I guess when you're constantly trying to one-up the neighbors, you end up with a garage full of absurdly expensive cars you rarely drive." 

You grabbed the keys to your sensible Toyota Camry hybrid. JJ made a face.

"Oh come on, we're not taking the freakin' treehugger mobile to the beach bonfire," he complained. "Let's take the 'Vette! Or the Range Rover. Ooh what about the Jag?" JJ darted around excitedly, peering through tinted windows.

"Yeah, because that wouldn't draw any attention, me rolling up to the beach in a $150,000 sports car," You replied sarcastically. 

JJ pouted dramatically. "You never let me have any fun."

You rolled your eyes and tugged on his arm. "You can pick the music at least. And I'll stop for beer and snacks on the way."

"Deal!" JJ's eyes lit up. He slid into the passenger seat of your Camry, immediately plugging his phone into the stereo. Loud rock music began blasting through the speakers. 

You laughed and shook your head indulgently. You couldn't resist JJ's childlike enthusiasm. And you had to admit, it was nice to see him acting carefree instead of battered and brooding. 

Maybe a relaxing day at the beach was just what they needed. Maybe you could try again to get JJ to open up later. For now, you cranked up the music and sang along loudly as you drove towards paradise by the sea.

As the bonfire dwindled on the beach, you and JJ stumbled your way back to your place, leaning on each other in your drunken haze. Laughter filled the night as JJ tripped over his own shoelaces, causing both of you to collapse onto the sand.

"Y/N, you know I lo-" he slurred, interrupted by a fit of giggles. Rolling your eyes, you grinned and helped him brush off the sand from his jeans.

Back in your room, the drunken haze intensified, illuminated by the soft glow of fairy lights that framed JJ's half-lidded blue eyes and tousled blond hair. His gaze roamed over your body, fixating on the neckline of your crop top, his lips moist as he licked them.

Struggling with the button of his jeans, JJ muttered a string of curses under his breath, his efforts finally paying off with a satisfying click. The denim pooled around his ankles, hitting the floor with a thud.

You approached him, a mischievous giggle escaping your lips as he clumsily kicked off the jeans. His hands fumbled with your jeans, struggling to undo them. Never one to back down from a challenge, you bit your lip and palmed his bulging arousal through his boxers, effectively distracting him.

With a groan, he managed to push his boxers down, his hard cock springing free, droplets of pre-cum glistening on the tip. The sight of his vulnerability, his readiness for you, stirred wetness to pool between your thighs. The tantalizing ache began to grow, a desperate craving for him consuming your thoughts. You wanted him more than you wanted air.

Discarding your jeans and panties, you climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. JJ's eyes widened at the sight of you completely exposed, the raw desire in his gaze making you feel irresistibly sexy.

Running your hands up your stomach, you cupped your own breasts through your top, releasing a moan when his eager hands replaced yours, freeing them completely.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're a damn goddess," he slurred, leaning forward to capture your hardened nipple with his mouth. You murmured appreciatively, your fingers tangling in his messy hair.

His hands grew impatient on the bare skin of your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, fueling your growing arousal. Shifting slightly, you gave him a better view of your drenched core, making him moan around your nipple.

His fingers danced along your slick folds, causing you to arch your back and gasp at the electrifying touch. Waves of pleasure cascaded through your body, radiating from the tightened skin around your nipples. You rocked yourself against his fingers, aching for more.

His eyes burned with lust as he watched you ride his fingers. Parting your folds with a languid stroke, he eased a finger into your tight heat. The sensation of being filled was intoxicating, your wetness coating his fingers as he pumped slowly, each brush against your clit amplifying your need for him.

Breathing heavily, you whispered, "Fuck, JJ... more." You craved his entirety, every inch of him.

Without hesitation, JJ aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance. Both of you gasped as the head of his cock brushed against your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your own arousal. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his length, relishing the exquisite stretch that made you fall forward, bracing your palms against his chest.

Digging your nails into his flesh, you ground against him, the smooth glide of your scorching core over his throbbing cock leaving him breathless. Moaning uncontrollably against his ear, you bucked against him, establishing a torturous rhythm that had both of you teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

"Damn, Y/N... you feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me," he grunted, his fingers leaving marks on your hips as he matched your movements.

"You fill me so fucking good, JJ," you growled into his neck, each forceful thrust hitting your g-spot and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. The mounting pressure coiled low in your stomach, intensifying with every powerful thrust.

Your moans transformed into desperate curses, the rough and rapid movements pushing you perilously close to the edge of climax. As JJ drove into you, his teeth nibbled at your nipples, his fingers pinched and pulled. The dual sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an explosive release.

The early morning light seeped through the gaps in the heavy, velvet curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The scent of ocean salt, mingling with the lingering notes of last night's bonfire, permeated the air. JJ, with his tousled blonde hair and sleep-filled eyes, groggily awoke on the luxurious king-sized bed, the silk sheets tangling around his legs. He looked down, seeing his clothes scattered haphazardly across the polished oak floor, a smirk forming on his lips as memories of the previous night flooded back.

Suddenly, a soft giggle drew his attention to the other side of the bed where you lay, your hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You were wrapped up in a plush, pink robe, looking every bit the princess of  your own castle. Seeing JJ awake, your giggles turned into full-blown laughter.

"What's so funny, Thornton?" JJ asked, his voice rough from sleep and last night's indulgences.

"Your face," You replied, pointing a finger at his forehead. "You've got a mark from my 'Princess of OBX' tiara."

Looking into the tall, gilded mirror in the corner of the room, JJ spotted the small, heart-shaped glittery mark on his forehead. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the room. "Well, isn't that fitting?" he quipped back. "JJ the Princess, has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

As laughter filled the room, the tension from your unexpected intimacy dissolved, replaced by your familiar camaraderie. Despite your different worlds you found comfort in your shared sense of humor and friendship. The reality of your actions would eventually need to be addressed, but for that quiet, soft morning, you allowed yourselves to bask in the afterglow of their newfound closeness.

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- PART II (IS THIS HAPPINESS?)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader

Summary: In which Y/N anxiously accompanies John B and JJ as they break into a motel room.

Warnings: strong language, underage drinking, death, near drowning, guns, mild violence, and sexually suggestive comments

Words: 5,249

author's note: yeah they finally get to interact, i didn't think I would put out another part this quickly but hey? this is only time I have ever been productive in life, this chapter is a little bit longer, so sorry idk if that's a good thing or a bad thing

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 II

act one, two

❝Guns are not toys to play with!❞

The boat creaks and groans against the dock, wedging itself between Coast Guard cruisers. John B leaps onto the weathered planks, the old wood moaning under his footsteps. The others follow, their shoes thudding dully on the gray dock speckled with barnacles and seagull droppings. Overhead, gulls shriek and circle, their cries piercing the salty ocean air.  

The group trudges down the dock, passing bait shops and tourist stores, the smell of fried food and sunscreen mingling with the briny scent of the sea. At the end, a dilapidated building sags wearily, its white paint peeled and flaking. Stepping through the crooked door into the Coast Guard station, they're met with chaos. 

Inside, the air hangs hot and stale, filled with the tang of sweat. The power is out and the cramped space swelters, noisy with shouting and shoving in the dark. A large fan sits useless in the corner, blades still. At the front counter, a single harried seaman in a sweat-stained uniform tries to juggle a crackling walkie talkie and the growing line. 

"I understand, sir. But you'll need to wait your turn," he repeats, exasperated.

JJ steps up eagerly, shoes squeaking on the grimy tile floor. “Hey man, we’ve found a sunken boat offshore,” he announces over the din. 

John B raises his voice, competing with the noise. “You’re gonna wanna hear about this wreck we found!”

"Hey! Everyone calm down!" The seaman shouts, face flushed.

John B motions his friends toward the door, edging out of the chaotic scene.

Stepping into the glaring sunlight, Pope sighs heavily, shoulders slumped. "Well that went well," he grumbles, voice dripping sarcasm.  

JJ turns to John B expectantly, squinting in the bright light. "So what's the plan now?"

John B holds up the motel key retrieved from the sunken boat, metal catching the sunlight. "I know how we could find out who owns that boat," he says with a sly smile.

The group looks at the dull key, realizing what John B is suggesting.

Pope immediately dislikes the idea, anxiety furrowing his brow. "We don't know whose room that is. It could belong to anyone," he protests nervously, shifting his weight.  

JJ grabs the key from John B's hand, eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm in," he declares recklessly.  

You bite your lip uncertainly, clutching your arm. "I don't know guys, this feels wrong..." you say hesitantly. 

Kiara takes the key from JJ and heads toward the boat. "Come on, we'll just take a quick peek," she cajoles over her shoulder. "We'll be lookouts."

John B and JJ follow after her eagerly, feet pounding the dock. 

John B calls back to Pope encouragingly. "Finder's fee, dude. Just sayin'. You'll only be an accomplice."  

Pope hesitates, shoulders hunched anxiously. "Man..." he says, tone laced with doubt.

John B claps him on the back. "Come on, Bubba," he presses with a persuasive grin.

You look between Pope and the others, conflicted. "Should we really be doing this?" you ask in a small voice, fingers fidgeting with your shirt hem.

JJ throws a reckless arm around your shoulders. "It'll be an adventure, Y/N!" he persuades with a roguish wink, squeezing you against his side.  

You bite your lip, still looking unsure but allowing yourself to be led toward the boat with the others, converse scuffing the weathered planks.

The boat pulls into the rundown motel's algae-covered dock. The two story concrete building looks neglected, with a tilting sign and no power. 

JJ whistles as he surveys the crumbling place. "I thought the Château looked bad," he remarks, nose wrinkling at the mildew scent.  

John B shakes his head in disbelief. "This place is a shitshow," he declares bluntly.  

Kiara crinkles her nose in distaste. "Motel or meth lab?" she quips sarcastically, eyeing the boarded windows.

Pope grimaces at the depressing sight. "You be the judge," he says wryly.

John B frowns in confusion. “Doesn’t look like a place someone with a Grady White would stay, does it?” he questions doubtfully, scanning the dilapidated building.

Pope shakes his head adamantly, "No way. This looks like the kind of place someone with a Grady White would get killed," he asserts ominously.

John B takes a deep breath, psyching himself up. "Alright, here we go," he says determinedly. 

JJ puts on an announcer voice as he ties up the boat. "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue coming in for landing," he narrates dramatically with a grin. 

John B hops out onto the pitted concrete dock and waits for the others, shoulders tense. "Here goes nothing," he mutters under his breath.

"Hey. Don't let him do anything too stupid in there," Pope instructs John B pointing at JJ.

JJ grins mischievously as he steps onto the dock. "Oh we will," he says slyly with a wink.

"I'm not making any promises!"

Kiara turns to John B, brow furrowed in concern. "Uh, be careful," she urges sincerely, handing him the motel key. "I mean it."

John B smiles back affectionately. "Yeah, yeah," he chuckles lightly, brushing off her worry. 

Pope turns to you pleadingly. "Hey Y/N, go with them to be the voice of reason please," he implores.  

You look uncertain, biting your lip. "I don't know, Pope, maybe I should just stay here with you," you say hesitantly.  

He gives you an encouraging smile. "Come on, you're the most sensible one here. Make sure they don't get into too much trouble," he persuades.

You sigh but hop out onto the pitted dock. "Okay, I'll try," you reluctantly agree.  

John B waves eagerly for Kiara and JJ to follow him. "Let's go!" he says, heading for the building.

They head toward the motel rooms, footsteps echoing on the cracked concrete walkway. 

John B frowns at the moldy mattresses scattered around the overgrown courtyard. "Why are all these mattresses just dumped out here?"

JJ explains knowingly as he steps over them, "After a hurricane they ditch 'em 'cause they get moldy." 

John B and JJ stroll along the open breezeways checking room numbers, you trailing anxiously behind, hugging yourself nervously. Shingles and broken glass litter the ground from storm damage. The ice machine drips and sputters sadly in the corner.

JJ mockingly imitates Kiara from earlier, voice high-pitched. “‘Be careful, John B. Be sooooo careful.’ What was that about?”  

John B shrugs cluelessly, scanning the doors. “I don’t know. She just wants us to be careful I guess.”

JJ continues his sarcastic rant, gesturing dramatically. “Ever since she heard you might get exiled she's been all like, ‘Be soooo careful, John B!’” JJ runs his hand down John B's shoulder mockingly.

John B brushes him off, irritated. “Get off, man.”  

JJ waggles his eyebrows suggestively with a grin. ‘’ ‘Oh, give me that John D already’ Like when are you gonna swoop on that, bro?”  

John B shakes his head seriously. “You know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” he states firmly. 

They arrive at the right room number, peeling paint on the door. JJ glances at John B mischievously and then knocks loudly. No answer. JJ knocks again, louder. 

John B double checks the number. "This is it?" he confirms unsurely.  

JJ puts on a high pitched voice. "Housekeeping!" he calls out in a sing-song. 

John B takes a deep breath and slips the key in the lock, hesitating. 

He looks back at you and JJ uncertainly. "Should we try it?"

You bite your lip worriedly, arms wrapped around yourself. "You guys, I really don't think this is a good idea," you say anxiously. "We could get in a lot of trouble for this." 

JJ waves off your concern dismissively. "It'll be fine, Y/N. No one will ever know we were here," he insists confidently.

You furrow your brow, not convinced. "But we don't even know who this room belongs to. What if someone dangerous lives here?" you point out uneasily.  

JJ checks that the coast is clear. "It's abandoned, no one's here," he asserts. "No power, no security cameras. No one's gonna know."

You hesitate, chewing on your bottom lip uncertainly. "I don't know...I have a really bad feeling about this," you say quietly, hugging yourself tighter.

JJ throws a reckless arm around your shoulders. "Come on Y/N, live a little!" he urges with a squeeze. "It'll be an adventure."  

You still look incredibly anxious and unsure, shifting your weight from foot to foot nervously. But when John B turns the key in the lock, you reluctantly follow them inside, heart pounding.

They enter the dark motel room, closing the door behind them. JJ pulls back the heavy curtains, letting in a beam of hazy sunlight. The bed is neatly made, comforter straight and tight. Two worn duffel bags sit on the faded carpet.  

John B surveys the dim room. "Check the bags, see if there's a name on anything," he directs.  

JJ picks up one of the duffels, rifling through it noisily. "A jacket," he announces, holding it up. 

John B checks the other bag sitting on the bed. "Denim slides," he notes, sifting through the contents.

JJ examines the plain jacket closely. "No name though. It's a nice jacket though," he remarks.  

John B picks up a pair of generic sneakers. "New Balances, definitely someone over 50," he deduces confidently.

You wander around the stuffy room trailing your fingers along the battered furniture, uneasy. You pick up a framed ocean photo, studying it intently. 

"You know, I bet whoever stays here loves the water just like us," you muse thoughtfully. "Not just for surfing and partying, but feeling connected to nature."

JJ rolls his eyes as he noisily rummages through the bags. "Very deep Y/N, but we're trying to find out whose boat that was, not get in touch with our spiritual sides," he retorts sarcastically.  

You set the photo down carefully. "I'm just saying, they're real people just like us. Not just clues to unravel," you point out gently. 

JJ brushes you off, moving to the desk. You sigh, hovering near the door anxiously. You pick up a shell from the nightstand, admiring the smooth spiral shape.

On the desk, JJ finds a nautical map with coordinates penciled in. "Yo, check this out. Maybe it's where they were fishing," JJ suggests eagerly. 

John B studies the map, head tilted. "No, that's way off the continental shelf, really deep water. Nobody fishes there," he says knowledgably.

JJ shrugs. "Okay," he mutters, moving on disinterestedly. 

John B eyes the motel coffee maker and says mockingly in an accent, "Coffee!"

JJ picks up a box of tissues, snickering crudely. "Yeah, standard tissues for when you get lonely."

You frown disapprovingly at their juvenile comments but stay silent, shifting your weight anxiously.

John B opens the closet and freezes. Inside sits an in-room safe. He stares at it intently, mind racing. 

You notice his fixation. "Guys, I really think we should get out of here," you urge nervously. "We shouldn't be going through their stuff."

JJ waves off your concern dismissively. "Relax, we're just having some fun. What's the harm?"

You bite your lip fretfully. "I have a really bad feeling about this," you admit, voice small. "Can we please just go?"

JJ throws an arm around your shoulders cajolingly. "Oh come on Y/N, live a little!" he says with a grin. 

But you can't shake the uneasy, anxious pit in your stomach. You glance between John B and the safe, hoping they'll agree to leave before you all get into serious trouble.

John B looks up at you pleadingly. "We're so close to figuring out the mystery though," he argues. "Don't you want to know more about that sunken boat?"

You hesitate, conflicted. You don’t like this plan at all, but also don't want to disappoint your friends. "I guess..." you concede reluctantly. "But can we please just look quickly and get out of here?"

JJ claps excitedly, misinterpreting your apprehension for thrill. "That's the spirit Y/N/N!" 

John B kneels by the safe, punching in random number combinations.  

JJ scoffs from behind him. "Punching in shit randomly. Yeah that'll definitely work," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

John B remembers the paper on the table. "Wait a sec, the coordinates," he mutters in realization. 

He grabs the paper and returns to the safe. Carefully he enters the numbers: 6-1-6-6-6. The lock clicks open and the light turns green!

JJ is still focused on the map, oblivious. "I don't know man, those coordinates don't make sense as a fishing spot," he rambles absently.

"Uh, JJ and Y/N?" John B interjects urgently. 

"Hm?" JJ responds distractedly, scanning the map.

John B motions him over in awe. "You're gonna want to see this."

JJ joins him in the closet doorway, eyes going wide at the stacks of cash inside. "No way, did you seriously just crack it??"

As JJ reaches eagerly for the money, he notices something else - a handgun tucked behind the cash. "Dude, dude, dude!" he exclaims, pulling it out excitedly to examine it.

You immediately recoil in fear. "Is that a gun??" you squeak anxiously, hugging yourself tightly. 

John B looks at JJ sternly. "You grabbed the gun, now put it back," he instructed firmly. 

But JJ is too enthralled, turning the gun over in his hands. "This is a SIG Sauer, man. A fucking expensive gatt!"

He caresses it lovingly. "Just...Bam! Bam!" he shouts, mimicking shooting. 

You shrink back further, eyes wide with alarm. "JJ, guns are dangerous, please be careful!" you plead worriedly. 

JJ playfully keeps it out of your reach. "Chill Y/N/N, I'm just messing around," he insists casually. 

You fix him with a stern, motherly look. "Guns are not toys, JJ," you scold seriously. "Put it down, now."

John B shakes his head at JJ’s reckless antics. "We are not stealing anything. Now put it back," he orders. 

JJ poses goofily with the gun. "Just take a pic of me first!"

John B looks at him incredulously. "You want incriminating evidence of this??" 

Before JJ can respond, pebbles suddenly clang against the window. John B rushes over to peek out cautiously and sees Pope and Kiara outside.

John B hisses urgently. "Cops." 

You gasp, hands flying to your mouth in panic. John B scans the room hurriedly.  

He points to the bathroom window. "Roof, now!" 

You all scramble desperately out the tiny bathroom window onto the roof, just as cops knock at the door. You huddle together on the narrow ledge, terrified of being caught. John B, you, and JJ balance precariously on either side of the window, holding your breath.

The old boat's engine rumbles as it chugs across the shimmering blue water. Pope grips the wheel tightly, focused on steering as the ocean breeze ruffles his hair. Beside him, John B leans back casually, feet up on the dashboard as he gazes out at the endless horizon. 

Up front, JJ sprawls lazily across the front deck, arms tucked behind his head. The sun glints off his blond hair and he squints against the bright rays. You sit near him, absentmindedly trailing your fingers through the cool water alongside the boat. Behind you both, Kiara perches on the edge of the boat as the wind whips through her dark curls.

JJ chuckles, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. "Well that was fun," he remarks jokingly/

Kiara shoots him an exasperated look, eyebrows raised. "We would have warned you about the cops sooner if Pope wasn't so slow," she quips pointedly, glancing back at Pope.

JJ looks at Pope, surprised.  "You were on the math team?" he asks incredulously.

John B shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he still processes everything. "The cops took everything from that room like it was a crime scene," he explains.

Pope looks between them all anxiously, his brow furrowed with worry. "Did you guys actually find anything useful in there?" he questions hopefully, wanting the risky trip to be worthwhile.

JJ grins, the mischievous glint back in his eyes. "Did we find anything?" He pretends to think for a moment, hand on his chin. "No, I don't think so..." Then he whips out the gun and wad of cash with a dramatic flourish.

You gasp sharply, eyes wide with alarm. "JJ! Why would you take that stuff?" you exclaim.

Pope's eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of the gun and cash. "What the hell?! Why did you take that from a crime scene?" he exclaims in dismay, throwing his hands up in disbelief. 

JJ just shrugs casually, unfazed by Pope's shock. "Better than the cops having it," he defends matter-of-factly as he turns the gun over in his hands.

You shake your head anxiously, your hair wisping around your face in the breeze. "This is really serious, JJ. That gun and money could get us into a lot of trouble," you fret, imagining police interrogations and jail time.  

Pope grabs at his hair in frustration, looking between the others desperately. "I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship," he groans, imagining his academic dreams slipping away.

Oblivious to Pope's rising panic, JJ laughs lightly and throws a brotherly arm around Pope's tense shoulders. "Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh. sh, sh. At least you have us, right?" he says with an easy grin.

Pope shrugs him off, face scrunched in dismay. ‘’I am living in a nightmare,’’ he declares dramatically, dropping his head into his hands.

The pungent stench of death hits your nose as the group approaches the marina. A crowd of onlookers has gathered, their hushed murmurs hanging like a heavy fog in the still, humid air. Police flashlights dance across the weathered wooden docks as a bloated, waterlogged corpse is lifted onto a gurney.  

Lana Grubbs, tears staining her cheeks, pushes through the crowd desperately. She collapses to her knees with a piercing wail when she sees the swollen, discolored face of her husband, Scooter.

You gasp sharply, hands flying to cover your mouth in shock, eyes flooding with tears. "That poor woman," you whisper, voice cracking with empathy.  

The Pogues exchange uneasy looks, the reality of mortality sinking in. Pope wraps a protective, reassuring arm around you, feeling you tremble against him.

John B turns to a teenage girl nearby, her face lit up with morbid fascination. "Who is that?" he asks grimly, with a nod toward the corpse.

“Scooter Grubbs. He was out on his boat during the storm," she explains eagerly, thrilled to share information. 

She holds out her phone, her eyes glinting with twisted excitement. "Check out this pic I got of the dead body. Crazy, right?"  

Kiara recoils, lip curled in disgust. "Insane," she mutters.

John B just shakes his head, looking ill. "Holy shit," is all he can manage.

JJ steps closer, eyeing the scene curiously. "What kind of boat did he have?"  

"Somehow that dirtbag got a brand new Grady White. Everyone's looking for it now."

At this, the color drains from the Pogues' faces. They exchange panicked, guilt-ridden looks, the implications slowly dawning on them. 

"The sunken boat..." You whisper in horror, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin.  

Pope looks like he might pass out, the implication hitting him hard. You all exchange panicked, guilty looks, realizing you may have found Scooter Grubb's missing boat. You feel sick with anxiety, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly.

The hot mid-day sun beat down on the worn wooden porch where the Pogues gathered. The salty sea breeze provided little relief from the sweltering heat. JJ leaned against a post while Pope paced back and forth, beads of sweat dotting his furrowed brow. 

Kiara sat and you sat cross-legged on the swing, absentmindedly braiding strands of your hair as you pondered your predicament. Beside you, John B stood with his arms crossed, his gaze intense as he considered their options.  

Pope stopped his nervous pacing and spoke up, voice wavering. "Okay, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need total amnesia about this," he urged, glancing around at each of them.

JJ nods in rare agreement. "Pope's right for once. Deny, deny, deny," he advises.

Kiara frowned, nose wrinkling in disapproval. "We can't keep that money, you guys," she argued vehemently.

JJ scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Not everybody can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." 

Kiara pressed on earnestly, leaning forward on the swing. "We have to return it to Lana Grubbs, it's bad karma otherwise."

Pope nodded quickly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Implicating ourselves in a felony is also bad karma," he pointed out worriedly.

JJ shrugged, unconcerned as always. "If keeping the money means going dark, I'm in."

Kiara reluctantly conceded with a small nod, shoulders slumping in defeat.

But John B spoke up firmly, a smile playing at his lips like he’d just solved a puzzle. "I don't agree."

They all turned to look at him in surprise. JJ questioned incredulously "What? Why not?"

John B began laying out his thinking, gesturing animatedly. "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Dude was always broke, begging for change. Then suddenly he has a $500k boat? How's a marina rat getting a Grady White?"

The others stared at him, contemplating his logic. Pope suggested lamely, "Prostitution?" 

John B shook his head decisively. "No aerial surveillance during the storm means they were smuggling contraband. I guarantee there's something illegal on that wreck," he declared confidently.

JJ's eyes lit up as understanding dawned on him. "They were straight up smugglin'!" 

John B nodded approvingly. "And I guarantee there's contraband still on that wreck."

JJ whooped excitedly, "Hell yeah! Fish on!"

You bit your lip nervously, brows knitted in concern. "Smuggling? That sounds really dangerous, you guys."

But Pope still looked uncertain, wringing his hands together anxiously. "If it belongs to smugglers, taking it is catastrophically stupid," he fretted.

Kiara brushes off Pope's concern casually. "Minor details," she says flippantly. 

Pope argues urgently, voice rising in pitch, "They could come after us!"

JJ waves the stolen money around cockily, fanning himself with the bills. "Stupid things turn out good sometimes," he smirks slyly. "We just need to get inside that cargo hold."

You twist your hands together nervously, stomach churning with anxiety. "Or we could just leave it all alone?" you suggest meekly. "Before we get into real trouble."

JJ throws an arm around your shoulder cajolingly, jostling you playfully. "It'll be an adventure, Y/N! Don't you trust us?" 

You bite your lip, looking between all their expectant faces. The reckless plan makes you incredibly anxious, but you don’t want to let your friends down either. 

JJ continues casually, "Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal." He punctuates this with an easy smile.

"And how do you do that?" Pope asks dubiously.

Kiara offers tentatively, "Kegger?"

The boys all nod and murmur in approval, already distracted by the idea of a party. You perk up a bit at the thought of a normal teenage party. At least that seemed safer than ransacking a smuggler's ship. Some socializing might help calm your nerves after everything that's happened.

The sun sank low over the ocean horizon as the Pogues lugged a heavy keg down the worn wooden steps to the beach. JJ eagerly manned the tap, filling red solo cups with foamy beer and handing them out. Laughter echoed across the sand as the group relaxed and unwound from the day's stresses. 

Nearby, raucous shouts drew their attention to a group of Kooks heading their way. At the front strode Sarah Cameron, her blonde hair glowing golden in the sunset. She made a beeline for a large red buoy and climbed up as her friends cheered her on.

You sat off to the side in the soft sand, nibbling your lip anxiously. Your floral sundress billowed gently in the ocean breeze, contrasting sharply with the trendy clothes of the Kooks. 

JJ sauntered over and pressed a beer into your hands with a wink. "Here ya go Y/N, try and relax," he said breezily. 

You managed a small, uneasy smile in return. "Thanks JJ," you replied softly, not used to drinking. You took a tentative sip of the bitter liquid, trying to calm your nerves.

The raucous party quickly overwhelmed you. The pulsing music and drunken antics of the crowd made you shrink into yourself. Slipping away unnoticed, you wandered further down the lonely beach.

In the distance you spotted a lone figure sitting in the sand. Drawing nearer, you realized with a start it was Rafe Cameron. You froze, unsure whether to turn back. But Rafe had already seen you. 

"Well well, if it isn't little Bambi straying from her pack," he called out mockingly. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, anxious under his scrutiny. "Oh, um, hey Rafe," you managed softly.

Rafe's eyes traveled over you slowly, making you tug self-consciously at your sundress. "C'mere," he commanded, patting the sand beside him. You obediently went over and perched cautiously on the very edge.

Rafe shook his head, smirking arrogantly. "You need to loosen up, princess. Have a drink," he insisted, shoving his flask toward you.

You eyed it uncertainly, nervous to be alone with him. "No that's okay, I should probably get back..." you trailed off as he pressed the flask firmly into your hand.

The night was alive with the distant hum of the ocean, the scent of salt air mingling with the sharp tang of whiskey. Rafe, his eyes glimmering under the moon's glow, held out a flask, his eyebrow cocked in a teasing dare. "Don't be a buzzkill. One sip," he cajoled. 

Reluctantly, you took the flask, its metal cool and slightly gritty from the sand. You took a hesitant sip and immediately recoiled, the harsh taste pricking your senses like a thorny vine.

Rafe's smirk widened, like a cat, as you handed back the flask. In a subtle movement, he shifted closer, his shoulder now brushing against yours. A tingle shot through you at the contact, causing you to stiffen. However, you didn't move away.

"You're too good for those loser Pogues, you know," Rafe remarked, his tone casual. Yet there was a certain intensity in his gaze, as if he was studying every detail of your face. "You should be hanging around me at the country club instead.." 

You merely shrugged, your eyes fixed on the sand beneath you, glistening under the starlight. However, Rafe wasn't ready to let you off the hook so easily. He tilted your chin upwards with a firm yet gentle touch, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I mean it. You're wasted on them, princess. You belong with the Kooks on the winning team," he insisted. Your heart pounded in your chest, his proximity causing your pulse to quicken. "I-I don't know, they're my friends and my brother," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the gentle crash of the waves.

Rafe snorted dismissively. "Friends? They're holding you back, princess. You deserve better company."

His shoulder pressed against yours again as he leaned in closer. "Stick with me and I'll show you a good time," his voice dropped to a murmur, the suggestion hanging in the air.

You tensed, your cheeks warming slightly under his gaze. "I-I should get back to them actually..." you stammered, starting to rise. But Rafe was quicker. He grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, preventing you from leaving.

"Don't run off just yet. I want to get to know you better," he said, a roguish smile playing on his lips. 

After a moment's hesitation, you slowly sat back down, although you kept your gaze firmly on the sand.

Rafe shook his head, a look of disapproval crossing his handsome features. "They don't deserve you, Y/N," he argued. "Bunch of broke deadbeats and posers."

You frowned, your brows knitting together in confusion. "But I'm a Pogue too," you pointed out. "You always talk bad about us but want me around?"

He shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the contradiction. "You're different. I like you," he said bluntly, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek.

"You and me...we'd be unstoppable together," he murmured, his voice low and persuasive. "Think about it."

His fingers deftly swept a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the intimate gesture causing your skin to prickle. A shiver danced down your spine, a silent testament to his touch.

As Rafe leaned in, your heartbeat thundered, echoing the rhythm of the crashing waves nearby. You turned your head subtly, his lips brushing your cheek instead of finding their intended target.

An unabashed grin spread across Rafe's face. His fingers combed through your hair gently as he murmured, "Playing hard to get? I like a challenge."

His hand found your chin, tilting your face towards his with a commanding gentleness. Before you could react, his lips claimed yours in a sudden, bruising kiss, the taste of sea salt and whiskey intoxicating.

You pulled back, eyes wide in surprise, heart pounding wildly. His smirk, arrogant and satisfied, only added to your disorientation.

Muttering an excuse, you fled from the scene, your footprints scarring the untouched sand as you raced back to your friends.

You freeze in alarm as JJ pulls out a gun and holds it to Topper's head, stopping him from drowning John B.

JJ's hand shook as he raised the gun towards the star-studded sky, adrenaline etched onto his face. "Okay, everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" he yelled aggressively, his voice ricocheting off the nearby dunes.

With a deafening blast, the gun discharged. The crowd scattered, their screams carried away by the wind. Sand flew into the air as they sprinted down the beach, their shadows distorting under the moonlight.

In the ensuing pandemonium, Kiara turned to JJ and shoved him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Are you crazy?" she and Pope yelled in unison.

"You idiot!" Pope added, his voice echoing Kiara's sentiments.

"It's not worth it!" Kiara scolded, her anger palpable in the salty air.

Defensively, JJ shoved Pope, nearly causing him to stumble. "I'm saving his life, okay?" he retorted, his voice strained.

"You're gonna jeopardize everything, stupid!" Pope shot back, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration.

Meanwhile, John B staggered back into the surf, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked like a shipwreck survivor, battered by an unforgiving storm.

Ignoring the arguing trio, you rushed over to John B, your feet slipping in the sand. "Oh my god, are you okay?" you cried, your hands gently grasping his arm to help him upright. "What happened?"

‘’Topper tried to drown me.’’ John B says dazedly, still gasping for air, leaning on you for support.

You turn to JJ with tear-filled eyes, visibly distraught. "Why did you still have that gun on you? You could have killed someone!" you yell accusingly, your frame trembling.

JJ looks defensive, shoulders hunched. "I was trying to help, Y/N! He was drowning John B," he insists loudly, pointing down the beach at the retreating Kooks.

You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. "The gun just made everything worse," you argued, your voice barely above a whisper.

Surveying the scene - JJ's defensive stance, Kiara and Pope's angry faces, and John B, still leaning heavily on you. Wrapping your arms tightly around John B, and you clung to him.

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- PART I (IS THIS HAPPINESS?)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader

Summary: in which y/n and find a sunken boat with her brother and friends

Warnings: strong language and underage drinking

Words: 3,585

author's note: so... they don't interact in this part but they will in the next one, I tried to write the parts by episodes but that would be too long of a chapter so it's whatever. next part coming out when i get inspiration to do something.

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I

act one, one

❝Ew, poor fishes!❞

On the precipice of the rooftop stood John B, his heels teetering on the brick edge, a cold beer can nestled in his grip. The building loomed over its surroundings, a three-story behemoth of steel and concrete, basking in the radiance of the setting sun.

Pope, sitting a mere arm's length away, glared at John B with a look that was a cocktail of annoyance and concern. He clutched a drill in his hand, its metallic surface reflecting the mellow sunlight. He grumbled, "That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."

John B chuckled, his thumb grazing the rim of his beer can, "Hmm." He wet his fingertip with a swift lick before raising it to the wind, trying to gauge its direction. "Should I do it?"

Pope, his patience dwindling, aimed his drill at him. "Yeah, jump. I’ll shoot you on the way down." The words hung in the air, heavy and ominous.

John B grinned, forming a mock finger gun, "You’ll shoot me?" He mimicked a gunshot, "Pew."

Just then, Kiara emerged from the skeletal structure of the construction site. Her voice was laced with the excitement of discovery, "They’re going to have Japanese towel warmers." 

Your face peeks out from behind Kiara, and you chimed in with a hint of worry in your voice, "John B, be careful please. I don’t want you to get hurt."

 "This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

As Kiara looked up at John B, her eyes filled with concern. "Can you please not kill yourself?" she pleaded, her voice just above a whisper.

JJ, perched on the roof's edge, beer in hand, watched John B sway dangerously. He warned, "Don’t spill that beer; I’m not giving you another one." Your voice resonated with a similar concern, "JJ, don't encourage him. It’s dangerous."

However, John B’s grip slipped, and the beer tumbled down into the abyss. An accidental release. "Whoa! Oh!, Shit." His voice echoed the surprised realization of his fumble.

JJ chuckled, "Of course you did."

Kiara muttered under her breath, "Dumbass," while you just shook your head at John B's clumsiness, "Well, that's one way to get rid of your beer. You're lucky it wasn't something more important."

Pope added, "Yeah, like your phone. That would have been a real tragedy."

John B, stepping back from the edge, chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry, guys. I guess I'm not as coordinated as I thought I was."

JJ laughed, "You think? Maybe you should stick to drinking beer and leave the acrobatics to the professionals."

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by the ominous sound of a car pulling into the yard. As John B turned, he spotted the telltale signs of the ADT car. "Hey, uh, security’s here. Let’s wrap it up. Boys are early today."

"Alright, Humpty Dumpty, let’s roll!" JJ exclaimed, his voice echoing off the surrounding buildings. "Let's go, boys and Y/N!" Kiara echoed.

As the group began their descent, they spotted their old adversary, "Gary, is that you?" JJ yelled.

You hung back uncertainly "Can we please just walk quickly?" you pleaded. "I don't want to run."

The security guard shouted after them, "Get down!" But their laughter only grew louder, their voices ricocheting off the bare walls and exposed beams.

They sprinted through the yard, their footsteps muffled by the sand. Pope attempted to climb the fence but fell flat on his face, his groan drowned by the laughter of his friends. "Get up, Pope; Fatso’s coming."

They ran through dunes, their feet sinking into the soft sand. They cut through a hedge, their bodies brushing against the rough leaves, and finally jumped into John B’s beige van.

As they sped away, the security guard attempted to cut them off. "Check out Gary, gunning for a raise," Pope jokes, watching the guard's futile attempts. 

"Wait, slow down," JJ said. As the van decelerated, the guard rushed forward, nearly grabbing them before they pulled away again.

"Oh, come on, guys. You’ll give him a heart attack." 

JJ shouted back at the security guard, "You're so close! You can do it." He threw a beer bottle at him, "There you go. They don’t pay you enough, bro."

Kiara, by now exasperated, interjected, "JJ, stop. Stop." 

JJ groaned, his voice laden with disappointment, "Oh come on. That sort of is just begging to be punished." All the while, the van sped away, leaving the security guard in their dust, and the echoes of their laughter in the air.

You turned your pleading eyes to JJ once more. "Please stop teasing him. It's not nice."

The afternoon sun beams down on the Pogues as they lounge on the deck of their boat. JJ reclines on his back, blowing rings of vape smoke into the air. Nearby, Pope sits engrossed in a Kafka novel, occasionally glancing up to observe and comment on the passing seabirds. Kiara sways gently to the music pouring through her headphones, eyes closed, soaking in the melodies. In the shade, you quietly read a book, stealing glances at the cloudless blue sky. 

"It's such a nice day to be out on the water. The sunshine feels so good," you say with a content smile towards the sky.

Kiara slides her headphones down and nods in agreement with her best friend. "I know, right? Makes me want to just sail away and never come back."

"Statistically speaking, our chances of long-term survival would be extremely low," Pope interjects matter-of-factly without glancing up from his book.

Kiara playfully pushes Pope's shoulder. "Thank you, Mr. Sunshine. Always looking on the bright side." 

"I'm with Kie. Who needs land? We got everything we need right here," JJ says, exhaling a cloud of vape smoke. 

"It is really peaceful out here," you agree with a smile.

John B strides over carrying a cooler and tosses beers to everyone. "Nothing but clear skies and open water ahead of us, ladies and germs," he declares, cracking open his can. "To the Pogues!"

They cheer and clink cans. you shyly takes a sip of the beer but immediately spits it out at the bitter taste. 

Suddenly, John B hauls up a net bursting with flopping fish.

"Ew, poor fishes!" you cringe at the sight.

Pope glances up from his book to examine the catch. "Menhaden. A vital food source for marine predators. Their abundance indicates a very healthy ecosystem," he notes.

The group pauses to stare blankly at Pope for a moment. "Fascinating, Pope. Please, tell us more about the lives of bait fish," Kiara jokes, playfully mocking him.

"Who cares what they're called? More fish means more food. We're eating good tonight!" JJ laughs, patting Pope on the back. You frown, saddened by the fate of the fish.

"I feel bad for them," you say quietly.

"Survival of the fittest, baby," JJ jokes, grabbing a fish from the net and pretending to bite into it.

Kiara fakes a loud gag and you cringe more, "Eww, JJ! That's disrespectful and disgusting." 

"Take it easy, Y/N. JJ's just playing," John B says with a laugh.

JJ spits the fish out, laughing.

John B cruises along the bustling commercial waterfront, passing by the aroma of frying fish snacks and steaming seafood joints. Outfitting stores displaying rods, reels, and nautical apparel line the docks. Evidence of storm damage is visible with broken pilings and scattered debris. As they approach Heyward’s Seafood, John B and JJ slow the boat, taking in the sight of Pope cleaning up the storm wreckage on the dock. 

“Safety meeting. Attendance mandatory,” John B announces into his hand clasped like a walkie-talkie, imitating static sounds. 

“I can’t. My Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope replies, holding a hose in one hand as he scrubs the dock, your dad and you approach behind him.

“Come on man,” JJ says making garbled static sounds. “Your dad’s a pussy. Over.”

“I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward interjects gruffly, clutching a broom as he strides over. 

“We need your son and daughter,” John B calls out across the water.

“Yeah, and island rules. Day after a hurricane’s a free day,” JJ asserts confidently with outstretched hands.

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward counters sarcastically.

“Uh... the pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card,” JJ rambles unconvincingly.  

“Y’all think I’m stupid,” Heyward declares skeptically, eyeing each of them.

“We’ll do it tomorrow. I promise.,” Pope pleads, gazing back at his father.

“Daddy, can I please go with them? I’ll help Pope finish tomorrow,” You ask timidly, hands clasped in front of you.

“Hell no. You doin’ it right now,” Heyward reprimands gruffly, glaring at both kids.

“Get in the boat,” John B whispers to Pope and you. 

“Make a run for it,” JJ urges with a head nod toward the idling boat.

“If you get in that boat...,” Heyward threatens through gritted teeth.

Pope hesitates, then drops the hose and leaps into the boat and you scurried after him. “Go, go, go!”

“Bring your asses back up here!” Heyward bellows at the fleeing forms.

“I promise I’ll do it tomorrow, Dad!” Pope calls back apologetically. 

“Sorry, Daddy!” you shout regretfully, waving back at him.

“When you get back you're gonna clean shrimp, clean fish,” Heyward grumbles after them.

“Love you Pops!” You and Pope proclaim affectionately in unison.

“Pope, you'll clean your dirty-ass room! And Y/N... You'll help your brother clean his room,” Heyward spits out irritably as the boat motors away. 

“We’ll get them back in one piece. I promise!” John B assures.

“Bye, see you later!” you trill sweetly as the boat gains distance. 

“And I don’t like your friends!” Heyward’s yell carries over the water after them.

Kiara stands on the splintered, weathered edge of the last dock, bouncing eagerly on the balls of her feet. She's dressed for warmth in a faded t-shirt and cutoff shorts, a bikini peeking out from underneath. In her hands she grips a battered red cooler, condensation dripping down the sides. Stepping gingerly onto the rocking boat, she grasps JJ's outstretched hand to steady herself as the vessel bobs beneath her feet. 

"Oh, top o' the mornin' to ya," JJ drawls, tipping an imaginary hat in an exaggerated accent. 

Kiara gives an amused eye roll, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. "Good morning," she replies.

John B flashes a bright, enthusiastic grin from the captain's chair. "Morning Kie!" he calls out.  

At the front of the boat, Pope squinted against the glaring morning sunlight reflecting off the water's surface, his face scrunched in a slight wince. "Whatcha got there? Some juice boxes?" he asks hopefully, eyeing the cooler.

Kiara's eyes glint mischievously. "Oh you know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks," she responds, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

JJ leans in close, eyebrows raised expectantly. "How about my kinda juice box?" 

Kiara nods knowingly, the hint of a smirk playing at her lips. "Yeah," she confirms.

With a dramatic flourish, she sets the cooler down on the worn wooden deck with a muted clinking of glass and ice. Throwing open the lid reveals a cache of icy Coronas gleaming in the sunlight. JJ's face lights up, and he eagerly cracks one open, foam fizzing as he takes a deep swig, and Pope shakes his head.

“Morning everyone!" you calls out brightly, your voice like a songbird over the lap of the waves.  

Noticing the open beers, you places your hands on your hips in mock scolding, an exaggerated frown turning down the corners of your mouth. "JJ, it's a bit early for beer don't you think?" you chide, you tone light and teasing.

JJ just shrugs carelessly, his lips curled in an unconcerned grin. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere, Y/N," he replies before tipping back another swig.

With an enthusiastic roar, John B fires up the rumbling engine. The boat surges forward, cresting over small swells. Pope carefully steers from the captain's chair, gripping the wheel with easy confidence. Near the back, Kiara reclines on a towel, soaking in the warm sun. Her eyes are closed, a small content smile on her face. John B sits hunched over nearby, wholly focused on intricately tying a fishing fly, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

At the front of the boat, JJ stands tall, arms outstretched. The wind whips through his shaggy hair as the boat slices through the brackish water. Behind him, you sit comfortably reading a book, absently tucking a windswept strand of hair behind your ear. 

Glancing back mischievously, JJ motions to Pope, miming pouring beer into his mouth and letting the wind carry it in a makeshift beer bong.

Cupping his hands around his mouth, JJ calls out loudly over the thrum of the engine. "Hey Pope! Can you go a little faster?" he shouts eagerly, waving his arm to get Pope's attention.

John B shakes his head knowingly, not looking up from his fishing lure. "Here we go. I'm movin'. Doesn't work. We've tried this like 6,000 times," he warns in a weary, exasperated tone.

JJ ignores him, gesturing more insistently to Pope. "Faster! I got this. It's gonna work this time!" he yells, determination gleaming in his eyes.

Glancing up from your book, your brows knit together anxiously. "Be careful JJ!" you call out, her voice tinged with concern. 

Obliging, Pope pushes forward on the throttle. The engine roars as the boat surges ahead, streaking across the shimmering water. The shoreline blurs by in a mix of wind-whipped sawgrass and scraggly trees. Poised triumphantly, JJ holds out the beer can, finally ready for his coveted beer bong.

Without warning, the boat lurches violently as the engine gives a protesting sputter. The Pogues are tossed about, slamming harshly onto the hard wooden deck as the boat screeches to a sudden stop. Cans and melting ice from the overturned cooler slide across the floor.

John B pulls himself up with a pained groan, gingerly rubbing his lower back. "You alright JJ?" he calls out worriedly toward the front of the now-idle boat. 

Nearby, You wince as you push yourself up, tenderly cradling her elbow. "Oh my gosh, JJ are you okay??" you asks anxiously.

John B moves carefully around the deck checking on Kiara and Pope before making his way to the prow. There he finds JJ spluttering indignantly on his back in the water, groaning in pain. 

Dramatically throwing an arm across his eyes, JJ moans, "I think my heels touched the back of my head."

Scanning the deck, John B calls out, "You okay, Kie and Y/N?" 

Gingerly rotating your arm, you give him a pained but reassuring smile. "I'm okay, just a little shaken up," you reply.

At the stern, Pope examines the engine now tilted at an odd, broken angle. His eyes scan the water behind the boat intently.  

Turning to John B with a grimace, he shrugs apologetically. "Sandbar. The channel’s changed."

Treading water below, JJ rolls his eyes in exasperation. "No shit!" he calls out sarcastically. Triumphantly holding up a bobbing beer can, he grins. "Hey, I saved the beer though!" 

John B just shakes his head, a wry smile touching his lips. "Congrats, JJ," he replies sardonically.

Studying the unfamiliar shoreline, John B strokes his chin thoughtfully. "The storm surge must have been huge back here to shift the sandbars so much," he remarks contemplatively.

As JJ paddles back to the boat, a dark shadow deep below the water's surface catches their attention. The Pogues gather along the side, peering intently into the murky depths.

Pope's eyes widen in surprise. "Guys... I think there's a sunken boat down there," he says in an awed hush. 

Leaning farther over the side, Squinting into the gloom, you can just make out the vague outline of a submerged vessel. "Oh wow, you're right!" you exclaim excitedly. you turns to the others, eyes bright with urgency. "I wonder if anyone's down there. We should check it out and see if they need help!"

The sun glittered brightly off the gentle waves as the five friends leapt with excitement from the boat's prow. They plunged into the cool, salty water, bubbles swirling around them. John B was the first to reach the sunken boat below, its once shiny hull now covered in algae and rust. He swam along the length of it, taking in the peeling paint and tattered ropes hanging limply from the railings. Running low on air, he reluctantly turned and kicked upwards. 

The others followed, surfacing and treading water. JJ swept his wet blond hair back, treading water beside you. You blinked saltwater from your eyes, turning worriedly to see that John B had surfaced safely. 

"You guys saw that?" JJ called out eagerly, his voice echoing across the empty blue expanse.

Pope nodded, water dripping from his hair. "Yeah," he confirmed, intrigued.

John B wiped his face, eyes wide. "What the..." he murmured in awe.

 JJ gestures wildly, the water churning around him. "That's a Grady White! A primo rig!" he exclaimed. "A new one costs 500 Gs, easy."

John B helped pull Kiara back up into the boat, He then hoisted himself up after her, water pooling around their feet. 

"I saw that boat yesterday when I was surfing the surge," John B remarked. "It must've hit the jetty."

Kiara gave him an incredulous look. "You surfed the surge?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," John B confirmed casually.

In the water, JJ shot John B an approving grin. "That's my boy. Pogue style," he praised.  

You frowned, brows furrowing with concern. "Surfing during a storm surge seems really dangerous," you fretted.

John B looked a bit sheepish but proud of his daring stunt.

Kiara crossed her arms, disappointment evident on her face. "What the heck?" she admonished.  

Pope hoisted himself up into the boat, his clothes heavy and dripping. "Do we know whose boat it is?" he asked curiously.

John B shook his head. "No. But we're about to find out." He rummaged around and grabbed the anchor, its metal surface covered in barnacles.

JJ and you climbed back into the gently rocking boat, JJ eyed the water depth skeptically. "Dude, it's too deep," he warned.

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ," John B scoffed jokingly.  

JJ held up his hands in mock defense. "No way I’m resuscitating you. I just want to make that clear up front," he quipped.

John B strode confidently to the prow, anchor in hand. With a grunt, he heaved it up and stepped unsteadily onto the railing.

Kiara reached out in concern. "John B..." she cautioned worriedly.

John B laughed lightheartedly. "What?" 

"Diver down, fool!" Pope called out, saluting playfully.

John B saluted back cockily. "Diver down!" he confirmed.

Suddenly, JJ gave John B a forceful shove and he tumbled backwards into the shimmering water with a splash, still clinging tightly to the anchor.

"JJ, why did you do that?" You cried, clasping your hands to your mouth in dismay.

Pope peered down anxiously into the shimmering blue water, squinting against the glare of sunlight. "Should we go get him?" he asked, brows knitted with concern about how long John B had been submerged. 

Just then John B burst through the surface with a huge gasp, water streaming down his face as he caught his breath. The Pogues crowded at the back of the boat, staring down at him in relief. 

Kiara let out a tense sigh, shoulders sagging. "Oh my god, that took forever!" she exclaimed, her voice edged with leftover fear.

"Any dead bodies down there?" Pope called out bluntly.

You made a face of disgust, nose wrinkling. "Eww, Pope!" you admonished, smacking his arm.

Treading water, John B just shook his head wordlessly, still breathing hard.

JJ leaned over the railing impatiently, sun-bleached hair falling into his eyes. "Any loot worth taking?" he prodded greedily.

John B held up the motel key triumphantly, metal glinting in the sunlight. "I found this motel key," he announced with a grin.  

Grabbing the railing, he hoisted himself back up into the boat with a grunt, pools of water gathering at his feet.

Pope looked thoroughly unimpressed. "A key," he deadpanned, unconvinced of its value.

JJ threw his hands up in irritation, the boat rocking beneath them. "Great! We risked our lives for a crappy motel key," he griped sarcastically.

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard. Maybe we'll get a finder's fee as a reward!" Kiara suggested, always trying to do the right thing. 

You nodded enthusiastically, hair swinging. "Oh that's a great idea, Kie!" you agreed supportively.

JJ scoffed loudly and dramatically rolled his eyes. "Claim the finder’s fee and not work all summer? Thanks, Agatha, ya batch," he grumbled in a high mocking voice.

Pope started up the boat's rumbling engine while John B labored to pull up the heavy, dripping anchor. The boat lurched into motion and they motored away from the site, water churning in their wake.

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[peavhyshy]

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

fluff (f), smut (s), dark (d), nswf (n), angst (a)

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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦. (series) (s) (a) (n) - Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader

○○○ Y/N Heyward is Pope Heyward's younger sister. Growing up, She was always surrounded by his friends, John B, JJ, and Kiara, who are like her extended family now, While her brother and his friends are known for their daring adventures, Despite her young age, she's wise beyond her years and often serves as a moral compass for her friends and family. She is also a bit shy and introverted, preferring to spend her time with close friends or curled up with a good book. Y/N has never felt the need to join in on their wild escapades (until now).

𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝟰 𝗠𝗘. (oneshot) (s) (n)

Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Innocent!Pogue!Reader

○○○ Your working as a waitress at the Country Club where Rafe and his wealthy Kook friends spend time at and he gives you a ride home after your shift.

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗘. (oneshot) (f) (n)

Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

○○○ Rafe goes over-the-top as usual to apologize for cheating which includes a grand gesture of buying out an entire boutique is creatively meant to convey his guilt.

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡. (oneshot) (f) (s) (a) (n)

Prince!Rafe Cameron x Princess!Reader

○○○ Royal!AU / Arranged Marriage - You find yourself thrust into an arranged marriage with a handsome yet unpredictable prince

𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘. (oneshot) (s) (a) (f) (n)

JJ Maybank x Adopted!Thornton!Reader

○○○ JJ sneaks into your families mansion after being beaten by his abusive father, and you help patch him up.

𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦. (oneshot) (f)

○○○ You keep JJ company while he recovers from COVID-19, playing nurse and cuddling up to take care of him.

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦. (oneshot) (s) (f) (n)

○○○ You and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.

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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦? (series)

(synopsis…) 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 ❝You're a hard man to love and I'm. A hard woman to keep track of. You like to rage, don't do that. You want your way, you make me so mad❞

○○○ Y/N Heyward is Pope Heyward's younger sister. Growing up, She was always surrounded by his friends, John B, JJ, and Kiara, who are like her extended family now, While her brother and his friends are known for their daring adventures, Despite her young age, she's wise beyond her years and often serves as a moral compass for her friends and family. She is also a bit shy and introverted, preferring to spend her time with close friends or curled up with a good book. Y/N has never felt the need to join in on their wild escapades (until now), preferring to support her brother and friends from the sidelines. This never diminished her love and loyalty to her family and friends, though. Her sweetness and innocence have always made her a beloved figure on the island.

○○○ Rafe first saw Y/N when it was a hot summer day, He was lounging by the his familes private dock, nursing a hangover. He spotted John B. coming in from a day of work on the Cameron's yacht. With him was a her, She was carrying a basket of freshly washed towels for the boat, her face flushed from the heat. Rafe found himself captivated by her innocence and purity, so different from the usual crowd he hung out with. He was drawn to her kindness and empathy, characteristics that were starkly absent in his own personality.

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢.....

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘....

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!

○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst, violence, dubcon, underaged drinking, substance abuse, toxic relationship, age gap, verbal abuse, obsession and stalking.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

○○○ Copyright ⓒ 2023 / All Rights Reserved. This work may not be duplicated, translated, or copied in any way. Please do not steal.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑!

○○○ I do not own Rafe Cameron or any of the OBX characters. I don't own the plot of this series since it follows the plot of outer banks.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒!

○○○ Unless so stated, all of the graphics in the series were made by myself. Please don't try to steal or plagiarize my story or the graphics

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄!

○○○ Hi... So, you may have noticed that I have a new story brewing after you've been left to tenderly babysit the last one for a few months. You're probably thinking, "Really? Another one? Doesn't this author know the definition of 'focus'?"

But I don't so...

Stay tuned, and stay patient.

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[peavhyshy]

- 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I (𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦)

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: in which you write an article on how to lose someone in ten days to prove to your best friend it's not about looks but about how you act in a relationship.

Warning: n/a

Words: 2,514

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I

❝You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days❞

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨. You longed for a chance to write about more serious subjects, something that could truly make a difference. Just as you thought you were about to lose your mind in thinking of what your career could be, you noticed your best friend Wanda approaching her cubicle.

Wanda’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks made your heart ache. ‘’Y/N just can’t find the right guy.’ Wanda choked out, trying to hold back her tears. ‘’I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I just not attractive enough?’

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. ‘’Girl, you’re gorgeous, any guy with a brain would be lucky to have you. It’s about how you’re always depending on these guys for your happiness and acting a bit… you know needy,’’ You said softly, trying to offer some insight.

Wanda sniffled, dabbing at her green eyes with a tissue you have given her. ‘’Huh, I never thought about it like that.’’

Inspired by Wanda’s situation, You decided to write an article to help Wanda but also to challenge yourself as a writer. ‘’Hey, I’ve got an idea. What If I write an article on how to lose someone in ten days by, like, imitating your behaviors? That way, I can show you it’s not about looks but about how we act in relationships.’’

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦. Her boss, David, a middle-aged man with graying hair, raised an eye at her proposal.

‘’You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days?’’ he asked skeptically.

Natasha nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. ‘’I know I can. And when I do, I want to lead on our next big advertising campaign.’’

Her boss chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘’Alright, Romanoff. You’ve got yourself a bet. But remember, the company ball is in ten days, so you better work fast.’’

Natasha grinned, feeling a bit of thrill at the challenge.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦. You walked the hallway to your boss’s office, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you walked into the office your boss, an older woman with a stern expression, looked up from her computer. ‘’Y/N, what can I do for you?’’ she asked, her voice firm but polite.

You swallowed nervously before speaking up. ‘’I have an idea for an article I’d really like to write. It’s a bit different from my usual ‘how-to’ pieces’ pieces, but I think it could be important and engaging for our readers.’’

Your boss Pepper raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘’Go on.’’

‘’Well, the article would be about how to lose someone in ten days by imitating certain behaviors,’’ You explained, your voice gaining confidence. ‘’I want to show that it’s not about how a women looks but how we act in relationships.’’

Pepper leaned back in her chair considering your proposal, after a moment, she nodded. ‘’Y/N, I like the idea. It’s refreshing and could be a nice change of pace for our magazine. Go ahead and start working on it. I’m looking forward to reading the final piece.’’

You beamed, thrilled that your boss was on board with your idea. ‘’Thank you so much! I won’t let you down.’’

As you left the office, you felt more motivated than ever to write your article.

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘. You decided to sit down with Wanda at her apartment with some coffee to discuss Wanda’s relationship patterns hoping to come up with the ten steps that could lead to a breakup.

‘’Wanda, I need your help. I want to identify ten behaviors that you think would make someone break up with you. Can you tell me how you’ve acted in your past relationships?’’

Wanda sighed, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. ‘’Well, I guess I’ve been pretty clingy. I always want to be with my partner, like, all the time.’’

‘’Okay,’’ You said, jotting down a note. ‘’That could be Step !: Be overly clingy.’’

Wanda nodded, then continued. ‘’I also get really jealous. I question them about every person they talk to, and I get upset if they want to spend time with their friends.’’

You scribbled more notes. ‘’Step 2: Show excessive jealousy.’’

As you two continued to your conversation you guys made more steps:

Be overly clingy.

Show excessive Jealousy.

Constantly seek validation and reassurance.

Be overly possessive of their time and attention.

Make your partner feel guilty for wanting space.

Ignore your partner’s interests and focus solely on your own.

Be overly critical of your partner’s actions and choices.

Overreact to small issues and turn them into major arguments.

Expect your partner to solve all of your emotional problems. a

Constantly bring up past mistakes, even if they’ve been resolved.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗥, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗. The bar atmosphere was lively, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. You found a table near the back and settled down, ordering drinks.

Across the bar, Natasha sat with her coworkers Clint, Maria, and her boss David, discussing her bet and scanning the bar for a suitable candidate. Clint’s eyes landed on you, who was animatedly chatting with your friends. ‘’How about her?’’ he suggested, nodding in your direction.

Natasha followed her gaze and studied you for a moment. You seemed interesting and confident, and Natasha felt a spark of curiosity. ‘’She could be the one,’’ Natasha agreed, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’I’ll make my move.’’

David leaned back in his chair, smirking. ‘’Good luck, Romanoff. Remember, you only have ten days.’’

Natasha nodded and stood up, smoothing her clothes and taking a breath to steady her nerves. As she approached the table she couldn’t help but notice the warm friendship between the three girls.

‘’Hi,’’ Natasha said, flashing a charming smile at you. ‘’I’m Natasha. Mind if I join you?’’

You looked up, your eyes meeting Natasha’s, and you felt a flutter of surprise at the sudden introduction. ‘’Uh, sure. I’m Y/N, and these are my friends Wanda and Carol.’’

As Natasha settled into her seat, you were the first one to break the ice. ‘’So, Natasha, what brings you the bar tonight?’’

Natasha smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘’Well, my coworkers and I were just unwinding after a long day at the office. How about you?’’

Carol chimed in, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’We’re doing the same, just trying to relax a bit. What do you work in?’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment. ‘’I work in advertising. It’s pretty exciting most of the time, bur it can be stressful too.’’

Wanda nodded understandingly. ‘’I can imagine. Y/N, Carol, and I both work at an magazine, so we know a thing or two about stress.’’

At one point, Carol brought a recent article you had written. ‘’Y/N’s last piece on the best local coffee shops was fantastic. You should give it a read, Natasha. She’s a talented writer.’’

Natasha smiled, faking interest. ‘’I’ll definitely look it up. I’m always on the hunt for a good coffee shop.’’

As the night went on, you guys had a good time laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying a few too many drinks. You felt the effects of too many drinks and began to sway unsteadily on your feet.

Natasha, noticing your condition, decided to step in and help. ‘’Hey, Y/N, you look like you might need a hand. Let me walk you to your car.’’

You were ever so grateful for the assistance leaned on Natasha as you made your way out of the bar. ‘’Thanks, Natasha.’’

‘’Don’t mention it,’’ Natasha replied, her voice warm and friendly. ‘’We all have those nights.’’

As you guys reached your car, Natasha helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable before closing the door. Natasha scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. ‘’I had a really great time tonight. If you’re ever up for it, maybe we could go on a proper date sometime.’’

Your checks flush as you take the paper with a smile. ‘’I’d like that, Natasha. I had a great time too.’’

With a final wave, Natasha closed the door and watched as you called a rideshare to take you home safely.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦, 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗦, 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗨𝗣𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. The room was buzzing with energy as everyone was prepared to share their ideas.

Pepper started the workshop, her voice confident and authoritative. ‘’Alright, everyone, let’s get started, I want to hear about the articles you’re working on and get a sense of how things are going, Who wants to go first?’’

Jane Foster, a science writer, eagerly raised her hand. ‘’I’m working on an article about sustainable energy solutions for the future. I think it’s going to be really informative and eye-opening.’’

As each employee shared their ideas, the atmosphere in the room became more open and calm. Shuri starts to speak animatedly. ‘’My article is about the intersection of technology and fashion. I’ve been exploring some cutting-edge designs that incorporate smart fabric and wearable tech. It’s fascinating!’’

Darcy says with a grin on her face. ‘’I’m working on a piece about the most bizarre scientific discoveries of the year. Did you know that scientists recently found a species of fish that can walk on land.

‘’No way! That’s insane, Darcy. Can’t wait to read it.’’ Carol says, smiling at Darcy.

‘’That sounds amazing, Darcy. It’s such a amazing topic and to think I’m boring you guys with my ‘how-to’ articles.’’ You say, impressed.

Finally, it’s Wanda’s turn to speak. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with tears as she began to talk about her article on navigating heartbreak and healing after a breakup. ‘’I’m writing about… how to heal after a breakup,’’ Wanda’s voice broke, and she wiped away a tear. ‘’It’s something I’ve been going through a lot of recently, and I think sharing my experience could help others.’’

The room went silent, and Carol reached out to place a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, Wanda. We’re all here for you.’’

You chimed in, your voice supportive. ‘’Your article is going to help a lot of people, Wanda. You’re doing something really brave by sharing your story. And that’s why I’m writing my how to lose somebody in ten days article’’

Wanda nodded grateful for the support of her friends and co-workers, Pepper spoke up, ‘’Thank you for sharing, Wanda. It’s important for us to cover a wide range of topics, and your honesty will resonate with our readers.’’

Everyone shared their ideas and got feedback and the workshop actually proved to be productive.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗥 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗬, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

‘’So, Nat, you’ve got ten days to make someone fall in love with you, and then lose them,’’ Clint said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘’What’s your plan?’’

Natasha sighed, tapping her prn against the notepad on her desk. ‘’I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come up with a few steps that should do the trick.’’

Clint raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘’Alright, let’s hear them.’’

Natasha began listing her ideas.

First, I need to reel them in. Show genuine interest in their life, be charming and attentive.

Next, I’ll start to open up about my own life. Share personal stories to build trust and connection.

Then, I’ll plan a romantic date. Something special and memorable to really solidify the bond.

After that, I’ll start to become a bit needy. Text and call more frequently, maybe even show up unannounced.

For step five, I’ll start to become overly possessive. Question their friendships, demand more of their time.

With step six, I’ll introduce some jealousy. Flirt with someone else in their presence, just enough to make them doubt my loyalty.

Next, I’ll pick fights over trivial things.

For step eight, I’ll become a bit controlling. Start making decisions for them, and criticize their choices.

Then, I’ll drop the bomb. Reveal a secret that could potentially shatter their trust in me

Finally, when they’re at their breaking point, I’ll push them away for good. Make it clear that I’m not the right person for them.

Clint nodded slowly, impressed by Natasha’s thorough plan. ‘’Well, that sounds like a sure way to lose someone. But are you sure you want to go through with this? It seems like an awful lot of emotional manipulation.’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment thinking back to her pleasant encounter with you the other night. ‘’I know it’s not ideal, but I have to win this bet. It’s about more than just pride and getting the next big advertising campaign. It’s about proving that I can succeed at any challenge.’’

𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

Natasha: Hey! Y/N It’s Natasha from the other night. I hope you’ve recovered from the other night. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at a boxing match this Friday? I think it could be a fun first date.

You: Hi, Natasha! I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking. A boxing match sounds like a great idea! I’m in!

When Friday arrived, you and Natasha met outside the arena, both excited. As you took your seats you decided it was time to start implementing your plan. You glanced at Natasha, putting your first step into action being overly demanding. ‘’Natasha, I’m really thirsty. Can you go grab me some sparkling water? I don’t want to miss the beginning of the match.’’

Natasha, determined to show her charming and attentive side of her plan, agreed without hesitation. ‘’Of course! I’ll be right back.’’

Natasha returned to the seats just as the match was about to start, a sparkling water in hand. You looked at her apologetically. ‘’Actually, I changed my mind. Can you get me a soda instead?’’

Trying to not show her frustration, Natasha plastered a smile and headed back to the concession stand. Throughout the night, you continued to be demanding, asking Natasha to fetch you snacks and making her miss the crucial moments of the match. Natasha worked hard to be attentive and understanding.

As you left the arena, You smiled, ‘’Thanks for tonight, Natasha. I had a great time, despite my many requests.’’

Natasha smiled and shrugged. ‘’No problem, Y/N. I enjoyed it too.’’

You said your goodbyes and parted ways.

#nat romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x avenger!reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x you #black widow x reader #black widow x y/n #black widow fic #black widow fanfic #black widow fanfiction #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x female #natalia alianovna romanova #natalia romanova #natasha romanova

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fluff (f), smut (s), dark (d), nswf (n), angst (a)

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𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗫. (series) (n) (s) (f) - Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

○○○ 𝗬/𝗡 𝗡𝗬𝗫 was born on the magical dimension's planet Iris as the second child of the royal family, earning her the title Princess of Iris. Her father was attempting to force her into an arranged marriage because he was concerned that her power and beauty would lead to a war for her love between people in their kingdom. She, on the other hand, refused, much to his displeasure. The "Irisian War" began, and everyone in the kingdom was divided; some were on their side, while others were not. The council declared her a war criminal since she was a participant and the trigger for the outbreak of the Irisian war. They decided to send her to another planet. A Regent was assigned to rule over the kingdom of Iris. Once she arrived on Earth, S.H.I.E.L.D, Nick Fury, and Phil Coulson were assigned to keep an eye on her.

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟬 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦. (series) (n) (s) (a) (f) - Masterlist

Columnist!Natasha Romanoff x Columnist!Reader

○○○ Y/N L/N publishes "how to" pieces as an advice columnist for a women's magazine. She wants to write about more serious subjects because she's bored. As a result, when Y/N's friend Wanda has another breakup, Wanda assumes that the reason is that she isn't attractive enough. Wanda's issue, according to Y/N, is that she is emotionally dependent on men and quite needy. Y/N  is motivated by this to create an article on how to lose someone in 10 days by mimicking Wanda's behaviors in order to demonstrate her point.

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 (drabble) (s)

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𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: fingering (r receiving)

Words: 453

As the water flowed over their bodies, your magical powers enhanced the sensations, intensifying the pleasure you both felt. Natasha's hands roamed over your smooth curves, caressing your breasts and stomach, while your fingers traced circles around Natasha's hardened nipples. The steam from the shower filled the bathroom, adding to the heat and passion of the moment.

"I love how soft your skin feels," Natasha whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned softly in response, your body arching into Natasha's touch. Natasha's fingers traveled lower, tracing the outline of your pussy, before slipping between your folds. you gasped as you felt Natasha's fingers explore your wetness, teasing your clit with gentle strokes.

"You're so wet for me.," Natasha growled, her voice low and husky. Your  breath caught in your throat as Natasha's fingers pushed deeper inside of you, eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. Natasha's other hand moved up to cup your  breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple as she continued to finger you.

you blushed, feeling a surge of pleasure at Natasha's words. She leaned in to kiss you again, your lips meeting in a fiery embrace. As your tongues tangled together, Natasha's hands slid down your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples until they hardened beneath her touch.

You moaned softly, arching your back and pressing yourself closer to Natasha's body. Natasha's lips trailed down your neck, nipping and biting at your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Natasha," You gasped, your hands gripping Natasha's shoulders tightly. "Please, I want you."

Natasha grinned, feeling a sense of power and control over you. She pushed you against the shower wall, holding you there as she explored your body with her hands and mouth. your moans grew louder, her body trembling with desire.

The water continued to rain down on you guys, the sound of it mingling with your moans and sighs. Natasha's fingers slid down to your pussy, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

you  gasped, your body tensing with pleasure as Natasha's fingers teased your clit, slowly circling it before sliding inside her. Natasha's other hand continued to tease your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Finally, with a loud cry, you came, your body shaking with pleasure.

Natasha continued to touch you, drawing out your pleasure until you were spent and exhausted. As you two caught your breath, you leaned against each other, your bodies still pressed together.

"That was amazing," You whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Natasha grinned, "Just wait until next time," she replied, her voice low and seductive.

You shivered with anticipation, already looking forward to your next shower together.

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 VI (winx)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

Summary: in which you have nothing better to do again so you help your best friend look for his homicidal ex-bestfriend?

Warnings: violence, arguing, idk what else

Words: 1,525

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 VI 

act two, 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

❝Pirates as in… arrr?❞

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗥, 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗨𝗣 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘. It's a beautiful sunny day, and you can't help but take in the sights of those around you.

‘'Did you text him?’’ Natasha asked, turning to look at you. 

‘Um, no, I don't know how to use that block you gave me. It won't even turn on anymore,'’ You responded.

‘'It's called a phone, and did you even try to charge it?’’ Natasha asked with an amused expression.

‘'I lost the big thingy that the cord is connected to,'’ You say confusedly, furrowing your brows in concentration.

Natasha laughs and looks at you fondly before continuing, ‘'Come over to my house after the mission, and I'll show you how to work the big thingy.'’

Natasha drove up to the curb and rolled down the windows. ‘’Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil.’’

‘’That’s hilarious.. You do know Y/N is older than me, right?’’ Steve spoke with a slight roll of his eyes. As you exited the passenger seat and moved to the back, Natasha gave him a smirk. Steve walks over and gets in the car.

‘’How you doing?’’ Sam asked you and Natasha. 

Natasha greeted him with a "hey,’’ and you waved at him with a smile on your face.

‘’You can’t run everywhere," Steve said, and Sam nodded. As the windows rolled up, you and Natasha smiled at Sam.

‘’No, you can’t.’’ Sam muttered as he watched the car pull away and drive off.

𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 as you guys stood in front of a screen onboard a jet flying over the Indian Ocean with other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

‘’The target is a mobile satellite launch platform, The Lemurian Star. It was sending up their last payload when the pirates took them, ninety-three minutes ago.’’ Rumlow touched the screen, displaying various information to you guys.

‘’Pirates as in… arrr?’’ You asked, covering one of your eyes with your hand and creating a hook with your finger. Natasha and Steve exchanged a laugh. Rumlow, on the other hand, gave you a cold stare. He was never one of your favorites. He gave you a negative vibe.

‘Well, good thing we have tinkerbell here.’’ Natasha says looking at you with a fond look. 

‘’Any demands?’’ Steve asked.

‘’A billion and a half,’’ Rumlow replied.

‘’Why so steep?’’ Steve questioned.

‘’Because it’s S.H.I.E.L.D.’s’’  Rumlow answered.

‘’So it’s not off-course -’’ Steve began to speak before you interrupted him.

‘’It’s trespassing.’’ You said, turning to look at Steve and Natasha.

Natasha leaned her fingers to her chin, as if she were contemplating something. ‘’I’m sure they had a good reason.’’

‘’You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor,’’ With a glance at Natasha, Steve said.

‘’Relax, it’s not that complicated,’’ She responded in an attempt to appease him.

‘’How many pirates?’’ Steve turned to Rumlow.

‘’Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc,’’ Rumlow said, touching the screen to show data on the guy. ‘’Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He’s at the top of Interpol’s Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy’s got a rep for maximum casualties.’’

‘’Hostages?’’ Steve questioned. 

‘’Uh… mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell,’’ The agent pulls up a photo of him on the monitor. ‘’They’re in the gallery.’’

‘’What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship,’’ Steve mumbled to himself.

 ‘’Alright, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, Y/N, you two kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life pods, and get ‘em out. Let’s go.’’

‘’STRIKE, You heard the Cap. Gear up,’’ Rumlow said as he turned and walked away.

‘’Secure channel seven,’’ Steve commanded. 

‘’Seven secure,’’ Natasha replied, as she got her weapons ready. ‘’You do anything fun Saturday night?’’

You looked at them when you heard that.

‘’Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… No, not really.’’As he gazed at Natasha, Steve put on his comm.

‘’Coming up by the drop zone, Cap,’’ Rumlow yelled out. Steve pressed button, and, the rear of the jet opened.

‘’You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes,’’ Natasha said.

‘’That's why I don’t ask.’’

‘’Too shy or too scared?’’ Natasha shouted, The wind was creating a loud noise.

Steve gave you a look as you laughed and said, "Both," in response to Natasha's question. He then turned to you and said sternly, "Y/N, you know I told you to work on not reading people's minds without their permission."

You apologized immediately, understanding your mistake. You had forgotten Steve's request in the heat of the moment.

Meanwhile, Natasha was still trying to convince Steve to ask out Kristen from Statistics. ‘’You know what? I bet she'd say yes if you asked her out!’’ She shouted over the wind. ‘’What do you have to lose?’’

‘’Too busy,’’ Steve said before jumping out of the jet.

‘’Was he wearing a parachute?’’ An agent asks. 

Rumlow smiles. ‘’No. No, he wasn’t.’’

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗧𝗘. As you observed a soldier yelling at Steve, you conjured a gun and shot the man as you landed on the ground, keeping the gun in her thigh holster and disconnecting your parachute.

‘’Thanks.’’ Steve turned to face you with a faint smile,

‘’You're welcome.’’ You replied with a smile.

As you, Natasha, and Steve began to walk away, Natasha decided to resume their conversation from the jet. ‘’What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice.’’

‘’Secure the engine room, then find me a date,’’ Steve said.

 Before grabbing the side railing and jumping over, you grabbed Natasha's arm and dragged her along.

‘’I’m multitasking,’’ Natasha replied before following behind you.

Natasha shifted her focus to you as you guys began their walk to the engine room. ‘’How about you, Y/N? Do you have a boyfriend?’’

You didn't mind Natasha pestering Steve about this since you thought it was hilarious, but you didn't like it when she asked you the same question.

‘’I’m just not a boyfriend type of fairy I guess…’’ You say hoping she won’t ask any more questions. 

Thankfully, Natasha didn't press you further, so instead she focused on getting into the engine room. 

You and Natasha exchanged looks and sneaked up behind a soldier as he was using his phone, you used your powers to throw him into the wall so forcefully that you could hear something crack.

You and Natasha jumped apart, you took out all of the soldiers in front of you while Natasha took out the ones behind you. “What’s with the attitude?” She asked as she shot another one.

You shrugged, you were trying to stay calm, “It's just hard to get used to it sometimes. It isn't really my thing you know?”

Natasha sighed and nodded, “Yeah well I don't think it's fair either…” She said looking up at you. “But then again maybe I should be asking what’s with the attitude? Because I know you're hiding something.”

You scoffed, “I'm fine, Natasha… You can’t read minds.”

Natasha frowned, “No… But I can look at you. And there's definitely something wrong. We’re friends Y/N… You can trust me…”

You knew that Natasha was right, but it had been a long time since you had confided in anyone. ‘’I'll tell you about it later, okay?..’’ 

She looked at you and seemed hesitant, but nodded and gave a small smile. 

"STRIKE in position," Rumlow says into his comm.. 

‘’Natasha, Y/N, what’s your status?’’ Steve asked through the comm. 

Natasha jumped on a man and tased him while shouting, "Hang on!" As you took a soldier's arm who was holding a gun, you pulled out your gun, and shot him in the kneecaps, and left him to bleed to death.

Natasha pressed her comm. ‘’Engine room secure.’’

You two parted ways, after you left to go rescue some hostages and she wanted to secure the engine room.

‘’Natasha, Y/N, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Rumlow and protect the hostages.’’ Steve instructed.

‘’On it,’’ You replied, heading to the hostage area.

‘’Natasha?’’ Steve called before his comm line got cut off. 

Soon after, there was an explosion, and when you ran into the room, you discovered some computers that were on fire. You saw Steve coming your way, but it appears he changed his mind and walked away. 

You heard someone wincing in pain, and you turned to look, and there was Natasha.

‘’What happened?’’ You asked. ‘’And why does Steve look mad?’’ 

‘’I'll tell you later.’’ Natasha sighed as she leaned on you for support as you two walked to the jet. 

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( 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀…) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 ― 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵 ❝That's a good idea. Maybe we should bet on it.❞

○○○ Y/N L/N publishes "how to" pieces as an advice columnist for a women's magazine. She wants to write about more serious subjects because she's bored. As a result, when Y/N's friend Wanda has another breakup, Wanda assumes that the reason is that she isn't attractive enough. Wanda's issue, according to Y/N, is that she is emotionally dependent on men and quite needy. Y/N  is motivated by this to create an article on how to lose someone in 10 days by mimicking Wanda's behaviors in order to demonstrate her point.

○○○ ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE for a women's sports magazine Natasha Romanoff is incredibly confident in her ability to find love. She wants do something different from her typical sporting endeavors. by making a bet with her boss to lead the company's most prominent advertising campaign. In order to get a girl to fall in love with her in time for their company ball, which is in ten days, Natasha must do this and she will take charge of the campaign if she is successful.

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°. *࿐ ━ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀

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○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst.

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