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alyswritings · 1 year

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Fire

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: The chateau gets set on fire.

Warnings: fire, angst

a/n: this idea is from @reader-bookling123. hope y'all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

JJ sits on the couch next to Kie. Sarah and John B retreated to his bedroom a few minutes ago and JJ watches Pope and Cleo go into the other bedroom. He knows Y/N is outside, the girl having said she wanted to lay in the hammock and look out at the lake and stars, it usually helping her fall asleep.

As JJ starts to attempt to apologize to Kie, an orange light outside the kitchen window catches his attention instead.

"JJ?" Kie asks when he stands up. She follows his gaze as she stands up, eyebrows furrowing at the flames. "Is that--"

"Fire. Get them out. Fire." JJ rushes to the room Cleo and Pope are in.

"Guys! Fire!" Kie shouts, barging into John B's room, interrupting the make out session easily leading to something more. "Shit! Sorry. There's a fire!"

"What?" Sarah's eyes widen.

"What?" John B asks, the two getting up and rushing out.

The six friends try to get out, the door too hot to touch.

"Guys!" John B screams. "I got a way out! Come on!"

They all climb out through the window and JJ rushes to the hammock.

"Wha-- Y/N!" He shouts. "Y/N!" The others rush over. "Where the fuck is she? Y/N!"

The pogues yell out for the six year old. Sarah hears screaming, quickly racing to part of the house, finding the child in the window.

"Shit. JJ!" Sarah screams. "JJ! She's in the office!"

The others run over, JJ racing up to the window.

"Fuck!" He yells, trying to run up to the window, but the flames keep him from doing so. "No, no, no." He races to the door, touching the knob, but instantly pulls his hand back as it burns. "Fuck!"

"JJ! JJ!" Kie shouts, pulling him back from the rising flames.

"No, I need to get in there!" JJ yells.

"You can't! There's no way in! It's too late!" Kie yells, her voice cracking as tears well in her eyes.

"No. No, no." JJ mumbles, watching the flames engulf the house.

- - -

Pope walks around, inspecting the damages of the fire. The walls burnt down, only a few pieces of wood left standing. He sighs, frowning when he hears a noise. He looks around and gets a bit closer to the house. His eyes widen when he spots the young girl beneath the rubble.

"Holy, shit." He whispers. "Guys! Guys, I found Y/N!" He screams, getting closer to the girl, the others immediately rushing over.

"You found her?" Kie asks.

"She alive?"Cleo asks.

"She's breathing." Pope says. JJ lets out a deep breath, clutching at his chest as Pope lifts his little sister up.

"Does anybody have their phone? We-- we need the ambulance." Kie says.

"Let's just drive her. That's less time." John B says, the group rushing to the Twinkie. Pope lays Y/N down on the bench in the back of the Twinkie and JJ kneels next to it.

"John B, you gotta go faster, man!" JJ calls out.

"I'm going as fast as I can." John B says.

"Okay. Okay, baby, hey. Hey." JJ softly calls, brushing his sister's hair back. Y/N's eyes flutter open for a moment. "Hey. Yeah, there are those beautiful eyes." He mutters, stroking her hair. Y/N closes her eyes, coughing. "Yeah, cough it out, baby. Hey, I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you do that?"

He looks down at movement and sees Y/N's thumbs up. He lets out a watery chuckle and kisses her on the forehead.

"You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." He quietly says, not sure if he's trying to reassure her or himself more.

The pogues get to the hospital and JJ rushes out, taking her inside. "Hey! Hey! I need help here!"

"What happened?" A nurse rushes over. "Gurney!" She yells out.

"She-- there was a fire. She was inside." JJ says, carefully putting Y/N on the gurney.

"When did you find her?" The nurse asks.

"Like, 20 minutes ago. We drove straight here." JJ says, following them as they wheel Y/N through the halls.

"Okay. You can't go past this point." A nurse holds him back while the others continue to wheel Y/N back.

"N-no. No, I'm her brother. I need to be with her." JJ states.

"Sir, you need to stay back and let us do our job. You need to be checked out, too." The nurse says.

"No. No, I'm fine. You need to focus on her! She's six!" JJ exclaims.

"Okay, sir, we will do our best with her--"

"No, she's not allowed to fucking die!"

"JJ. JJ, hey." John B rushes up. "I got him, ma'am. Sorry. Thanks." The nurse walks back. "Hey. Hey, man, hey. She's gonna be fine, all right? We're right here."

- - -

JJ immediately stands up when a doctor walks out.

"Y/N Maybank?" The doctor asks.

"Yeah." JJ raises his hand.

"She's a very, very lucky girl. It's a miracle she's alive." The doctor says. "We wanna keep her overnight for observation, but she should be able to go home tomorrow."

"Okay, can I see her?" JJ asks.

"Just family. She needs her rest." The doctor says.

"Go. Go." Sarah tells JJ when he glances back at the group. JJ quickly follows the doctor to Y/N's room. JJ goes inside, seeing the girl half asleep.

"Hey, munchkin." JJ softly calls, getting her attention.

"Jayje." Y/N gets a tired but excited smile.

"Hey. How you feeling?" JJ asks.

"Tired." Y/N mumbles.

"Yeah. Yeah, I get that. I'm kind of tired myself." JJ weakly smiles, brushing her hair out of her face. "Last night was scary, huh?" Y/N nods.

"I couldn't get out. The doorknob was too hot and... and the windowsill was painted shut." Y/N mumbles.

"I know. I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. I should've tried harder." JJ says. "We thought you were outside."

"I went inside when I heard a car pull up." Y/N says.

"You heard a car? Did you see it?" JJ asks.

"It was a truck. Dark truck. I don't know who was driving it." Y/N says. "I just hid in the office in case it was scary men again. Like after you guys got home from that bonfire party you always go to."

"Okay. It's okay, honey. You don't have to remember anything." JJ says. "You just need to get some sleep and feel better. And I'll be right here." He promises, kissing her on the head.

"I love you." Y/N tells him, already feeling herself fall back asleep again.

"I love you, too, munchkin." JJ whispers, gently brushing her cheek with his knuckle, promising to never let her come so close to death again.

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ghelgheli · 1 day

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as someone who didn't know anything about catholicism, the idiom "does the pope shit in the woods" tripped me up a lot growing up because i thought..... surely yes, for the pope is a man that cares not for material things!

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cosmal · 2 years

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Drunken Admissions | Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing :: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary :: You can’t help but admit your feelings for Eddie when you fall asleep, drunk in his lap at a party.

Note :: Decided to start writing some drabbles! Because I have so many ideas and I can’t turn all of them into fics. So who’s better to start with than eddie <3

Warnings :: drunk reader, mentions of smoking weed, tiny mention of reader throwing up

Part two

You were sitting up on the countertop in the kitchen, of a house you’d never been to. The cold linoleum pressing into the backs of your thighs, distracting you from the fatigue settling over your mind.

You tried to focus on on the muffled music spewing through the crack in the kitchen door, to somehow keep you from falling asleep. Because no one liked a drunk girl, asleep at a party.

“Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?” Eddie’s warm hands on your bare thigh was the distraction you needed to stop yourself from letting your eyes close, “Thought I’d lost ya.”

“Hmm?” You peaked through your eyelids, placing your hand to his shoulder.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Eddie crouches a little to scan over your face. His eyebrows pulled together with small concern.

“Yeah, yeah. Jus’ feeling sleepy.” You palmed at your eyes until your eyelashes grew wet and you could see little spots.

“Little drunk too. Wanna go home?”

“No, I’m okay.” You outstretched you hands wordlessly, hoping he’d help you off of the warming countertop.

And of course, his hands were immediately at your side, one under your arm and the other gripping your own hand. He helps steady you to the ground, your feet landing firmly against the tiled kitchen floor. Not once do you drunkenly sway, his hands too firm on your body.

You beam up at him, your eyes droopy and grin lopsided. Chest to chest, your nose almost brushing against his chin, “You been smoking pot, Mister Munson?”

“What do you think?” He grins. Reaching out to brush the hair you disheveled earlier when rubbing your face, away from your eyes and behind your ears.

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” You reiterate with a giggle.

He can’t help but burst out laughing at your drunken mistake, “I’d hope not. Bears though? Yes they do.”

“You smoked without me,” you pouted, stepping back to press your back into the countertop. Wrapping your fingers around the lip of the bench.

“Beer before grass, you’re on your ass,” He laughed, poking you above your navel, “And you my dear, have had too many beers.”

“I have not,” You struggled to not sway on your feet. But you don’t fall backwards with Eddie moving his arm above the small of your back.

“You’ve had at least five too many,”

“I say, bore meer,” You furrow your eyebrows at you fumbled words, “More beer!”

“I say, no,” Eddie was now willingly walking you out of the kitchen and into the living room. His hand not leaving your back.

Eddie fell backwards into the well-worn, faux leather couch, patting the space next to him. You stood above him, your knees pressing into his own. He pushes his middle upwards, spreading his legs open slightly.

So, how could you not sit in his lap when it looked so inviting?

You turned to your side, settling yourself atop of his lap, throwing your arm around his neck and settling your face in between his jaw and shoulder. He smelt of beer, stale pizza, and the cheap body wash he always used. The all-too-familiar scent grounded you kindly. Soothing your dizzy mind, still swimming in the beer you had downed not only fifteen minutes ago.

Eddie tensed beneath you as you snuggled into him. His handed ghosting over your back, not sure whether he should allow himself to settle it to your skin. Though when you wriggled back, seeking his touch, he shamelessly let himself place his arm around you.

He wasn’t sure if he should let you sit in his lap. Because, for one, he didn’t want you falling asleep here, instead of at home. And secondly, he didn’t want to get too comfortable, because he found himself dangerously falling deeper into the hole which was his feelings for you.

He scolded himself for feeling this way towards his best friend. But how could he not? With your familiar perfume wafting over him and his hands so close to the skin of your thighs, he found himself moulding into you.

“Eds?” The nickname made his heart flip, the tone you only used with him always made him freeze.

“Hmm?” He replied, only at a volume you could just hear over the loud thrumming music.

“You smell like pizza.” You giggled.

“Well, when you eat five slices of pepperoni,”

“Where the fuck was my pizza?” You lifted your head up lightly, shifting your weight into his lap. The pressure making Eddie grit is teeth through a small gasp. You would be the death of him and you didn’t even know what you were doing. Eddie was sure that that only made it worse.

“Sorry, pretty sure your mouth was too busy doing shots with Robin to be eating pizza.” He patted your back as you settled your face back into his neck.

“Could’ve saved me some,” You grumbled.

“Could’ve saved me some tequila but I’m pretty sure the both of you finished that bottle off,”

“Well, we couldn’t let all those limes go to waste could we?”

Eddie only laughs at your statement, his loud chuckle reverberating throughout your body. The vibration only worsens your sleepy mind, causing you to curl further inwards into his body.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me. If you want, I can…” Eddie only trails off, stopping himself short before he can finish his sentence.

Sure, the two of you were friends, everyone knew that. But he didn’t want to look like a total creep, dragging his drunk best friend home when he was almost sobering up, himself. Because sure, no one like a drunk girl asleep at a party, but no one definitely liked a barely-tipsy guy dragging that said girl home.

“Eddie?”

“Sorry, um,” He couldn’t help but struggling on his words.

“M’ a little tired,” You squirmed in his lap trying to get comfortable, only rubbing into Eddie’s lap more, furthering the pressure.

He flinches, raising his hands from your body and squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. Hands hovering over your frame, though his skin still burning under your touch.

“Y/N…” He couldn’t help the uncomfortable but firm tone when he said your name. You only hummed, unaware. How the fuck did he get himself in this situation? He wasn’t very discrete.

“Please,” His voice was a little raspy, breathing uneven. “Sit still.”

“Why?” You looked up at him, but he only moved his hands to your shoulders. It wasn’t until then, you looked over his face. A pinched look there, though he didn’t meet your eyes, only kept them in his lap where your two bodies met, “Oh fuck, sorry Eds.”

You hid yourself back into his neck, not only trying to cover your blushing face, but still feeling drunkenly fatigued. Before you knew it you didn’t even remember what you were blushing over, just feeling tired.

“S’okay,” He settled back into the lounge, thankful that you had finally sat still. There was a silence, only for a moment, but it was soon broken by you hiccuping.

“Eddie…” You murmured his name into his neck, not really meaning anything. You subconsciously started to twirl his weed soaked hair in around your fingers. Something you always did.

He really needed you to stop acting this way towards him, because if you didn’t, his love for you would grow fonder and he would only find it harder to pull himself away from you. He was a fly caught in a web, the more he struggled, the more he found himself getting stuck to you.

“Y/N.” He also spoke your name with no meaning, just wanting to say it.

“You okay?”

You were drunk, in his lap. And you were asking him, if he was okay? Fuck, forget the way you were wriggling in his lap, that alone was enough to get him going. The soft spot you held for him, and really, only him. Without a doubt, always made him want to kiss you until he couldn’t breathe.

“Of course. I always am, don’t worry yourself over me.”

“I always worry over you, Eds.” The nickname. Fuck, you needed to stop saying that.

“Well you shouldn’t.”

“How could you say that?” The drunken haze in your eyes had slowly started to dissipate, probably from how relaxed you were against him. Your eyes no longer droopy, looking slightly more alert.

“I don’t know, you should just worry about yourself. Stop getting so fuckin’ drunk all the time, hmm?” It was quite often Eddie would find you at parties, way too drunk than you needed to be. Most the time it was him holding your hair back as you chucked your guts up in the toilet, or the bushes.

“I only get so drunk so I can talk to you, y’know?” you admit sheepishly, spinning the rings around his fingers to distract yourself. “Jus’ sometimes I can’t help myself, and I get a little too drunk.”

“Whad’ya mean? You always talk to me,”

You pause slightly, hesitating a little bit. “I know I do, you’re my friend,” you all but sigh, “But sometimes I think if I can get a little drunk, I’ll be able to tell you that I wish we were…y’know…more than friends?”

Eddie swears he feels his heart stop beating. He swears, he’s fallen asleep and was now dreaming. There’s no way the love he held for you was in some way, requited.

“You’re drunk, Y/N,” It was like he was warning you. Trying to get you to stop before you say something you’ll regret.

“Yeah, and in the morning, I’ll say it to you sober.” You were sure you were a drunken sight for sore eyes. But Eddie still looked at you like you had stars in your eyes. And for that, you loved him.

“Okay well, let’s get you home. And in the morning, you can tell me all about.” Eddie hoped in one way, you did mean everything you were saying. It would be a dream come true. But, on the other hand, if you didn’t. He hoped that you’d forget everything and he could go back to the half-discrete pining.

“I tell you again and ten times over,”

“Sounds like a plan.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Sweetheart

TW: Language. Mentions of domestic abuse. Smut. Loss of virginity (reader). Mentions of blood.

SUMMARY: JJ returns to the Chateau with new wounds from Luke, prompting you to try and offer support as he is walking the fine line between purpose and pity, and you’re desperate to show him his worth.

WORD COUNT: 2600

*Original Concept*

Sweetheart

JJ Maybank was a hothead through and through. Which was why when he barreled through the front door of The Chateau without so much as a word, nobody did anything more than shrug it off. Of course, a few looks and comments were exchanged, but most at his expense. Kiara commented how it was probably from being rejected from another touron and Pope interjecting and saying it had to do with being fired yet again from his negligence or lack of punctuality. But you saw something they apparently hadn't. The familiar bruising left behind from someone that was supposed to love him.

You had waited a moment for him to cool down however, before you'd pull yourself into the room he had claimed as his own, finding him shaking off his hand until hearing the wood creak beneath your step. The second his eyes lifted to you, your heart twisted into knots. The sapphire hues were glossed over in tears, those very tears falling down a bruised jaw and torn lip, but nothing of the comparison to his inner turmoil that drove him to internalize it once he had arrived here.

"JJ-"

"I don't want your pity, okay?" He sniffled.

"What happened?"

He scoffed, now rising to his feet.

"What always happens! It's always the same shit with him, okay? What do you wanna hear?"

"J,-"

"I don't want the emotions! I don't want any of your fucking pity! I-"

"It's not pity, JJ...I want to make sure you are alright- '' To this, his jaw trembled. Half because you had noticed when everyone else seemed indifferent and half because he felt he didn't deserve it. But this was how he felt whenever he was around you. Where John B was more of an older brother and Pope could act as a mentor, Kiara was a parental figure that constantly corrected him, you were always that means of support he otherwise lacked. Even if you rarely spoke out of turn, you were vocal when you were passionate in defense , which meant you were usually quiet as he made it a point to protect you so you wouldn't have to. But just as he had done this for you, you wanted to do it for him.

"It doesn't matter..." He muttered as you moved to him, trying to console him by a soft touch onto his torn hands, but he just rose and pulled his steps in the opposite direction.

"It does to me..."

"You're the only one...My mom skipped town before I knew the state capitals, my dad spends every penny on whatever alcohol he can get his hands on...not to mention the pills...and all my friends don't notice how I'd give anything to switch places with any of 'em...Everybody doesn’t notice…" He paused. "Everyone but you..." His eyes narrowed.

"But it's only a matter of time until you see it too..."

"See what?"

"That I'm...I'm nothing. A waste, I'm-"

"JJ!"

"No, it's true! I can't keep a job or a girl for more than a week, and if not for that stupid pogue rule, I wouldn't have to pretend not to want-" He stopped himself, "What I want." He veiled his words as his gaze to you made your heart race. You knew that he, and every other pogue, harbored a crush on Kiara at one point, hell you did too. But you now knew these words were specified towards you. It was that final validation of feelings and words left unspoken. And it made you desperate to prove them as the words he spoke against himself broke your heart.

"Everything I have, it gets ruined...every goddamn thing...I can't take it anymore...I can't take him and this...and...being here… so close to, I can't-"

"J, listen," But he continued, a hand taken to his chest to now showcase a peak level of anxiety as your feet advanced before you could stop them, the need to be on your toes to reach his lips having been met, before you were against his. The instant regret that came from breaking the singular rule among your group of friends along with the imminent rejection you'd come to expect would have you cursing 'oh God' in a repetitious chant as you moved to the door.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I-" You turned back before feeling him suddenly pull you towards him. A sweet peck validated he was simply taken him back as the way he pinned you to the door explained the mutual passion, as the desire was finalized in the way he held you against him.

"But your lip-"

"It doesn't hurt-"

"JJ..."

"It. Doesn't. Hurt." He explained again, this time with dominance, before he led his hands to your hips once again. But he had only done this to turn you against the door.

"I want to be sweet with you...But I have also wanted this for so long-" You wrapped your arm into a craning position around his neck, pulling him softly over your shoulder.

"Please don't be sweet with me..."

"You sure you want this? I won't ask again." You nodded as his hand, blood now dried down to his wrist, pulling your jaw until he could breathe against your lips.

"Fuck me, JJ-" He growled, dropping down to his knees and taking your shorts and panties with them, guiding you from them, before rising back behind you. Without a word and only the sound of shuffling, you would feel him at your back, returning to you with a bare chest that made your bottom lip become captive between your teeth. Of course, you’d seen him without a shirt before, probably more than he had been covered, and yet, there was something erotic in knowing this was exclusively because of you. He would then repeated the process to you until you were in your bra, his fingers eager to feel the breasts beneath, perfect for his palms to massage as you whimpered beneath his touch.

“You’re too sweet for all the dirty little things I want to do to you…”

“I can take it…” You whimpered as he smirked.

“I hope you mean it…because I’m not stopping.” As you went to speak, you found the lace recently around your hips having now rested between your teeth.

“Tell me, sweetheart…you as sweet as you look?” You whimpered, unable to answer as you were too anxious for his touch that curved around your hip and came to a rest between your legs, teasing your clit that ached for him and only him, as it always had.

“That’s okay, I’m gonna find out soon enough…But first…” He brought his fingers inside of you, one at a time until both were curved inside of you with purpose, “I want to hear you…Just enough to know how it feels…not so they know just how good it does…” You brought your palms to the door in front of you, his second hand joining your hand, interlacing your fingers from behind, before pushing you harder to the door.

“I know it’s gonna be hard, baby…but I need you to be quiet for me, okay?” You nodded. The moment you had validated your understanding, you were guided to the bed. His fingers to your sex and his lips to your shoulder hadn’t budged as you were taken to the ledge of his sheets, always disheveled from the proof of lacking motivation for such organization.

“Lay down for me…I can be sweet to start, but there’s no promises when you start begging for me…” You obeyed, guided by his grip, until he pulled you over his shoulders.

“I want you to come on my face, okay? Think you can do that for me-”

“JJ…”

“Quietly?” He reminded as you nodded.

“Good…”

“Wait-” You caught his cheek. “Your lip…I don’t want it to hurt you…”

“Always worried about me…” He kissed your inner thigh, making your eyes flutter closed, before he let out a breath against your clit that made you open them again.

“But I can promise, my tongue’s perfectly fine.” Before you could reinstate your worry, he was devouring you in slow succession, savoring every unexplored inch and relishing in just how you responded to him. Every flex of your hips and groan silenced behind clenched teeth had been enough to make him accelerate. His tongue pulled deeper, his fingers now made a new insertion inside of you, searching and finding THAT spot almost immediately.

“Oh, that’s it…hmmm?” He moaned against you, feeling you clench around him. You nodded, desperate for him to continue.

“JJ, please…”

“Let go…come for me, sweetheart…so sweet…” He almost purred into you as you trembled, his free hand used to pull your legs further apart so he could go even deeper.

“JJ!”

“Baby, you gotta be quiet-”

“Please…” You pulled your fingers through his hair.

“Please…” You whined as he nodded, smirking, as he attacked your clit, leaving absolutely nothing but pleasure coursing through you. The moans he set into you would only worsen your sensations as you struggled to remain quiet, sensations deepening as his hand came to your breast to play with your nipple, stars now behind your eyes as you came as he sought after.

“JJ…” You were already directing him onto your knees, desperate to reciprocate, as he stopped you by taking hold of your wrist.

“You don’t belong on your knees…”

“I want to…Please, JJ, I want to feel you in the back of my throat.” He clenched his jaw, licking his lips apart, before releasing your grasp.

“You keep talking like that and I’m not gonna last long-”

“I want to make you come. If it feels as good for you-”

“You’re joking, right?! Just hearing you moan makes me almost come.” He scoffed as you blushed. “But you don’t have to…” You began to stroke him.

“I want it to feel good, JJ…Please help me so it does…”

“Spit…use your…sp-fuck…” You deciphered his request, drooling over him as you brought your eyes back up to find his mouth parted in complete disbelief.

“What the fuck…”

“Does it hurt?” You retracted as he set out a heavy breath.

“No…Just…shit, everything you do is so sexy…it’s not fair…” You smirked before setting another stream of spit down his shaft, twisting around him as he guided you for pressure and speed until you found a rhythm that no longer needed direction. But you would wait until he closed his eyes before taking him in your mouth.

“FUCK! Oh SHIT!”

“JJ…” You moaned.

“I don’t care…I won’t be quiet when you feel like that…But I need you to look at me…I need to make sure you’re…you’re okay…Fuck…sweetheart, I’m-”

“Come…” You murmured, “Come JJ…” You moaned as he slid closer to the end of the bed, struggling to force you to deep throat him as he wanted to remain kind to you, but needed that release. The belting of your name would send you over him in a straddle, your body penetrated before you could adjust to him, the sting of his stretch making you wince as he was quick to attend to you.

“Shit, was I too-”

“It’s fine-I’m okay…please…”

“We can stop-”

“DON’T. STOP.” You begged through clenched teeth, pushing through the pain, before feeling him collect your breast and take it to his lips. The distraction worked long enough for you to stop tensing and begin to enjoy the sensations his body allowed.

“Oh my God, OH MY GOD! JJ!”

“I know-I fucking know it…OH SHIT!” He grunted behind his teeth as you nodded.

“Please…faster…harder…more…just more-” He scoffed before taking you onto your back, flipping you over onto your stomach, before pausing. The sound of your name, more specifically the cadence it was spoken in had been that of almost reprimanding as he noticed something upon the withdrawal.

“You were a fucking virgin? Why didn’t you-”

“Please, JJ…PLEASE…”

“I-”

“Please…” You turned back to face him as he set you in a return to your back.

“Then it’s gonna be like this.” He was softer, the sensations made deeper from this. “And if you lie again…” He winced, returning himself inside of you.

“Shit, if you didn’t feel so good, I wouldn’t let you come at all…” You moaned beneath him, the idea of being edged or neglected having made you groan in desperation.

“Don’t ever lie to me again…I could have hurt you..shit, part of me wants to.” You led his hand to your neck.

“I can take it.” He grunted until this fell into a growl, making you tremble beneath him as he brought you both to that edge that made you cry out for him. HIs hand came to your mouth to try and silence you as you returned it to your neck.

“I can be quiet…”

“You want me to choke you?”

“To hold me.” He nodded in validation.

“Come for me, sweetheart…show me it feels good, show me I’m not hurting you-”

“JJ please, please don’t stop-I’m so close-” Your nails ate into his shoulders as he nodded.

“Me too baby, but I don't’ wanna come inside-” Your fingers pulled him tighter.

“Do it. Inside me. Right now, J- Please!”

He grunted. “I can’t take that fucking whining…it’s too much…I just want to give you everything.”

“Then give it to me JJ…”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll take you from behind too…”

“Please! I want all of it!” He growled.

��Shit!” He withdrew, taking you back onto your knees and lifting you to level with his hips.

“Come here…” He drove you to the edge of the bed, having you grip the headboard as he pulled you against his chest.

“I wanted to be sweet for you, I wanted to be nice-but you drive me so fucking crazy…”

“Fuck me JJ-” He growled again, a complete animal to the way you dissolved your sweetness into the sultry desire you felt for him.

“Oh, I intend to…” He pounded into you, wrapping his fingers over yours as he returned you to that cusp.

“Come for me, right now…No hands…Just me. Feel me…Use me…” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your neck, grazing his teeth against you before you began to breathe quickly to indicate your nearing release.

“I know you’re close…But I want to come with you…just a bit longer…just a…fuck…I’m…” He gripped tighter as you nodded.

“Come with me, JJ…Please…”

“I’m gonna-I’m coming baby,...come with me…come with-”

“I’m coming…” You gasped as he bucked into you, holding you between him and the bed as you trembled. But as soon as his tremors stopped, he had you on your back, laying you flat, and leading your legs in a return over his shoulders.

“JJ!”

“If I would have known it was your first time, I would have made you come twice.”

“You did…” You reminded him.

“Before I was inside of you I mean…So now, this time…I’m making it all about you, sweetheart…always so sweet to me…time I returned the favor…” And with his bruised and bloodied knuckles at a rest over your skin, he had done just that…

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cherienymphe · 2 years

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The Hills X (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON(SOMNOPHILIA), DUB-CON (+ANAL), blackmail, forced relationship, toxic relationship, one-sided JJ x reader

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summary: Unable to watch JJ look at someone else the way you wish he’d look at you, you start to distance yourself from the Pogues. In an effort to numb the pain, you make a drunken mistake, but nothing is coincidental, and you learn better than anyone that Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants.

You sobbed into Rafe’s pillow as he moved around you, ignoring you as he got undressed and prepared to shower. There was still a little bit of blood on his lip, and he inspected it in the mirror before briefly glancing at you. You had been like this since you got back to the Cameron residence, unable to hold in everything this night had evoked.

Your confrontation with JJ, the looks on your friends’ faces when you walked in with Rafe, the feel of his harsh hands on you in that room. God, even Rafe exposing what had happened that night on the beach. If you closed your eyes, you could still recall the look on your best friend’s face as he silently pleaded for you to deny Rafe’s claims. To tell him that you hadn’t willingly slept with him that night.

Rafe was in the shower when you sat up, wiping at your face and struggling to catch your breath. Your body still shook with silent sobs, and you reluctantly eyed your purse where your phone was. The sight of JJ’s broken body was burned into your brain, and you bit your lip while glancing at the bathroom door.

Slowly, you stood and made your way across the room. You kept your gaze on the bathroom as you grabbed your phone, quietly slipping out of the room with a lingering look. No one else had made it home yet, and you hurried downstairs as you dialed a familiar number. John B answered as soon as you stepped outside.

“Is he okay?”

Those were the first words out of your mouth, and you could tell that John B hadn’t expected it to be you on the other line. He was silent for a moment before exhaling.

“No. No, he’s not,” he honestly answered, and you held back a sob.

“H-How hurt is he? Did he-?”

“I’m not talking about physically, Y/N.”

You snapped your mouth shut at that, sinking into one of the chairs. You stared out into the yard, biting your lip.

“Is it true? Is all of it true…?”

John B sounded like he was begging for you to tell him ‘no’, but you merely squeezed your eyes shut.

“What…what was so bad that you couldn’t talk to any of us about? I’m like the chilliest guy ever...”

“I know-.”

“…and now you’re caught up in this thing with Rafe? Sarah thinks he has something on you. She won’t tell me what…”

You opened your eyes at that, gaze resting on the wood beneath your feet.

“Does he?”

“John B, I can’t talk about this,” you whispered.

“He does, doesn’t he?”

“John B-.”

“That piece of shit,” he spat, sounding like he kicked something. “Why you? Huh?”

You often found yourself wondering the same thing. You had even asked Rafe that several times, and you’d yet to get an actual answer.

“You’ve never even…” he scoffed. “I don’t think you’ve said one word to him before this. I mean, I’m right here. Pope. JJ! But instead he targets someone he knows can’t fight him back?”

You swallowed.

“Tell JJ I’m sorry,” you quietly said. “That night was a huge mistake, and I don’t think any of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t slept with him.”

“Don’t-don’t do that. Kie said you were drunk…and upset. I’m sure Rafe saw that. He knew what he was doing…”

His words had you frowning, and for some reason, it had never occurred to you that his presence that night had been intentional. You found yourself swallowing again, mind whirling.

“JJ just needs to lick his wounds, right now, you know? You mean a lot to him, to all of us, and you’re with Rafe,” he slowly said. “…and there just doesn’t seem to be anything we can do about it.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, how to make him feel better about the situation.

“Kie said he grabbed you,” he whispered, and a few tears escaped. “…like it was nothing. Like you aren’t his…girlfriend.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t the first time. It probably wouldn’t be the last either. You all knew what Rafe was like. You opened your mouth to say something when you felt a hand in your hair. You froze, heart dropping to your stomach as you turned around, eyes rising to connect with Rafe’s as he stood over you. His eyebrows were raised in an innocent display of inquiry, but his blue eyes were cold, and you knew that he knew who you were talking to.

John B was saying something, but you didn’t hear him, and you could do nothing as the blond slowly reached for your phone before promptly hanging it up. He stared at it with a low hum, and you opened your mouth to defend yourself when he simply…walked away. He took your phone with him, and you could only stare in dread as he made his way back inside.

It was kind of windy outside, and mistakenly, that was what you thought had woken you up. You could hear limbs hitting against the side of the house, and the loud gusts made you frown slightly. Sleep was just in your reach, and you tried to surrender to it again when a brush along your hip had your frown deepening.

There was another brush, the whisper of sheets against skin, and that was when you felt it.

A choked gasp escaped you, and you became all too aware of Rafe’s hand on your throat, another on your hip as he held you against him. Your eyes were on the wall, and your leg was bent, had been for some time if the soreness was anything to go by. His cock was sliding in and out of you with ease, and you wondered just how long he’d been fucking you in order for you to be this wet.

His shirt that you’d been wearing was gone, nipples peaking under the cool air of the house. His face was pressed into your hair, grip tight as he pushed his cock into you again. His breathing was a bit strained, and you reached up to hold onto his arm.

“Rafe…”

Your voice came out airy, heat surrounding your entire frame.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered, making you clench around him. “You came around me twice already and this pussy is still begging for more.”

His confession had your eyes widening, dazedly wondering how you’d manage to remain asleep all this time. His cock was throbbing inside of you, twitching here and there, and that was how you knew that Rafe was close. However, he started to pull away.

“I don’t want to come there,” you heard him repeatedly groan, pulling out of you.

You were a bit more awake now, confused protests leaving you when he rolled you both, your chest pressed against his sheets now. His legs were on either side of you, and you tried to push yourself up, but one firm hand on the small of your back had you laying back down. You looked behind you in question, and Rafe sighed, tone heavy.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay still and relax,” he exhaled.

You couldn’t help but to tense at that, nails lightly grazing the sheets as he dipped his fingers into you. You mewled at the feel of him swirling them around inside of you before pulling them out, the digits traveling up to your other opening. You completely froze at that, eyes widening as you tried to push yourself up again.

“Rafe-.”

“You’ll want to hold still for this.”

His tone had your stomach twisting into knots, and his hand had traveled to your waist to firmly hold you down. Everything in you was telling you to fight back against him, but true to fashion, you got the feeling that Rafe would get exactly what he wanted yet again. And he’d already proven that he didn’t care about hurting you to get it.

Swallowing, you did as he said, lowering your head back down, blinking back tears. You had never done this with anyone before. It had crossed your mind once or twice, but with the idea of doing it with someone you loved and trusted. Rafe Cameron was not that person.

You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose as he used your own arousal to loosen you up. One of his fingers swirled around the puckered ring, slowly dipping inside with a low ‘pop’. You made a noise of protest, feeling all sorts of uncomfortable with the feel of something foreign in there. He was gentle in pushing his finger in and out, and you wiggled your hips when he just as gently added another.

You whined, and his head rested beside yours, cheek grazing yours.

“Relax,” he softly told you, and you tried for your own sake.

He pulled back a little, and when you looked over your shoulder, you could see that his eyes were deeply focused on the sight before him. He kept using his fingers to stretch you out, finally leaning over to grab something off of his nightstand. You knew what it was when the cold and gel like substance met your skin. You jerked at the sensation, immediately regretting it as it made his fingers move within you in a way that made your toes curl.

His fingers moved within you much easier now, but it still felt uncomfortable. Wrong somehow, and yet you couldn’t stop the slight tingle you felt in your toes. You shifted your hips again, a soft whine escaping when he shushed you. You could hear him stroking himself, the familiar sound of his fist sliding around the length of his cock in time with his fingers in you.

He shifted his hips, settling over you with a purpose, and you dug our nails into the sheets.

The tip of him poked at you as he spread your cheeks, and your eyes fell closed. He was slow in pushing against your ring, pushing through with a hiss of his own. You gasped, already knowing that he was much bigger than his fingers, and you were tempted to run away from the feel. The tip of him was barely into you now, and Rafe hummed, pulling out before pushing it in again.

Your lips parted as you stretched around him, the sensation unlike anything you’d felt before. Rafe took his time, slowly pulling out before pushing his way in just as slowly, going a little further each time. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and his hand pressed into your back.

“Take deep breaths,” he urged you, and you were smart enough to do as he said.

You groaned when he was almost all the way in. It was so intense, overwhelming, and your body felt almost compelled to fight against the feeling of his cock in your ass. It didn’t feel like he belonged, and you fought the urge to attempt to push him out. Rafe kept encouraging you to relax, a shaky breath tumbling from your lips when his hips finally met your skin. You clutched his sheets, teeth sinking into your lip, feeling full in a way you never had before.

He held himself there for a while, wiggling his hips as he got used to the feel of you around him so tightly. You did the same, and he hissed, telling you to hold still. You could hear him breathing hard, and your forehead touched his pillow when he slowly pulled out. You felt more lube, then his tip at your entrance again, and you couldn’t stop the low wail you let out when he pushed into you again.

It didn’t hurt…much. It was more uncomfortable than anything else, and once again, you just kept thinking that it felt wrong. His thrusts were torturously slow, but you were beyond grateful for it. Your lashes fluttered, and somehow, you felt your body finally relax. Accept it in a way, and you just laid there with your toes curling.

It felt almost like regular sex, but not really. His strokes were long and slow, and there was so much sensation around your outer ring. You could feel some deep pressure sensations too, and it felt like he was literally in your stomach. Rafe’s chest was fully against your back now, and he reached under you to brush over your bundle of nerves. You gasped at the feel, and his lips attached to your neck.

He brushed his tongue over your skin, nipping at you and humming into you. You tilted your head, too overwhelmed to put up any resistance in your current position. You still felt weird, but beneath the weirdness was an extreme heat that made you move your hips from side to side.

“Hold still, baby,” Rafe huskily groaned, fingers dipping into your still soaked core. “Hold still.”

You moaned, and his other hand found yours, twisting his fingers through yours as he pinned it to the bed. It felt like too much. His cock in one hole, and his fingers in another, working together to bring you over the edge. It was too much.

The sounds that left you were embarrassing, unable to find another way to cope with what he was subjecting you to. Your body was on fire, buzzing as you relaxed beneath him, clenching around him in more ways than one. His hand let yours go, sliding beneath your neck to grab at the necklace around it. He twisted it in his fingers, tightening it around your throat, and Rafe groaned.

You moaned his name, softly at first, but then it got higher and higher, his name tumbling out faster and faster. His thrusts were still gentle, but his fingers were not, and the contrast in everything had you shaking beneath him, coating his fingers and making a mess on his sheets. He continued to thrust into both holes, teeth biting the back of your shoulder.

You couldn’t even tell which way was up when he finally spilled himself deep inside of you, coating your untouched insides with his cum.

You were in a dilemma.

Movie night was well underway, and your face burned as you sat in Rafe’s lap, avoiding the looks of your friends as they kept glancing over. You wanted more than anything to sit in your own seat, or not even be here at all, but Rafe had pulled you down onto his thighs as soon as the tape began to roll. However…due to activities from the previous night, you’d rather not move, at all.

You were beyond embarrassed when Rafe had pulled his softening cock out of your butt last night, sleep finding you almost immediately. You were even more embarrassed this morning when you woke up to the feel of him pushing his fingers into your newly breached walls again. His other hand was twisting fingers inside of your other hole, and when you came on his hand for a second time, Rafe was all too eager to lick away your mess.

Movie Night hadn’t even crossed your mind with everything that had happened, but you shouldn’t have been surprised at all that Rafe intended to drag you there. Any chance to rub your ‘relationship’ in your friends’ faces? Yeah, he was taking it.

Topper and Kelce sat on his other side, their reactions to your presence lackluster at best. Although you didn’t miss the way Topper had frowned at you. It was only slight, barely noticeable, but it had deepened at the sigh of Rafe’s hand wrapped around your arm.

The movie had been showing for 45 minutes, and this was the umpteenth time that you had pushed Rafe’s hand away from between your legs. You heard him huff behind you, and you bit the inside of your cheek. You knew that he was just getting a kick out of this while you wanted the ground to swallow you up. You felt eyes on you, and you knew who it was before you even glanced over.

JJ’s baby blues were fixed on you with a frown, a look of anger and helplessness in them at the sight that met him. You swallowed, quickly glancing away. Rafe’s breath was on the back of your neck, arm around your waist, and you winced a bit when he shifted you in his lap.

“Can’t wait to fuck you in that tight little ass again tonight,” he huskily whispered, hand sliding between your thighs again.

With a curse, you pushed yourself out of his lap, stomping away with a huff. You already figured that he was following you, evident in the ‘bro’ that left Kelce’s lips.

“Hey,” he called after you, following you into the trees. “I’m surprised you can even walk that fast.”

“When will this be over? Huh?” you wondered, spinning around to glare at him. “You’ve outed me. You have exposed me for what I let happen that night.”

Your chest was tight, and your eyes watered as you stared at him. His bright shirt almost seemed to glow in the dark, his backwards cap protecting his hair from the breeze that blew by.

“My friends may not hate me, but I don’t think they’ll ever see me the same, and… JJ didn’t like me before, and he never will now, so you won. You’ve had your fun,” you tearfully said. “So when does it stop?”

Rafe stared at you for a long while, and scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s not,” he lowly said, looking at you like you were the crazy one.

You blinked, frown deepening as confusion filled you.

“You have any idea how long I’ve had my eye on you?”

Those words had you freezing, eyes widening a bit in shock as he stepped closer.

“…what?” your voice was small, almost inaudible, but Rafe heard you all the same.

You were reminded of your thoughts from a day ago, wondering to yourself just how coincidental that night on the beach really was. As if Rafe read your mind, his next words had your stomach dropping.

“You don’t think I noticed how pathetic you looked whenever you looked at him? At them?” Rafe was right in front of you, his cologne clouding your senses. “I watched you drink and drink yourself into despair that night.”

You took a step back.

“I watched you stumble down that beach just to get away from them. It would’ve made me sad if you hadn’t just given me the perfect opportunity to get my hands on you,” Rafe told you, staring you down. “…and you opened up for me better than I expected.”

You almost tripped over a tree root as you stumbled back, his words throwing you for a loop.

“I finally have you,” he gave a humorless chuckle. “I fucking own you, and you really think I went through all of this trouble for some quick fun?”

He tilted his head at you with a frown, and he made you feel so small. So stupid.

“Rafe…”

His words were scaring you worse than any time he ever put his hands on you.

“You’re mine, remember? That’s what you said,” he sneered, and your heart sank to your stomach.

He stalked you through the trees, and more than ever before, you felt like your world was closing in on you. If Rafe never intended to put an end to what you thought was a deranged game for him, then that meant only one other conclusion to this, and the thought was sickening. You shook your head in disbelief.

“Rafe,” you said again. “…be serious.”

“I am,” he evenly said, leaning in until you felt his cool breath on your face.

He reached out to touch the necklace dangling over your skin, using it to pull you closer. You felt paralyzed as he studied it, finger brushing over the small diamonds. Almost possessively, and his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“When I said you were too good for The Cut, not only did I mean it,” he backed you up into a tree. “…but I actually plan to do something about it.”

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The Last Days of Summer VI (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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Rafe ditched me sometime that night, leaving the party to run off with Kelce and Topper.

I didn’t complain, actually very relieved that I didn’t have to pretend in front of his family, nor keep my head on a swivel to make sure he didn’t catch me alone again. Londyn and I left eventually as well, opting to go back to her house for the night. We were beat, the long day leaving us essentially useless. We fell asleep almost immediately after arriving, barely staying awake long enough to get ready for bed.

His sudden confession filled my mind for the rest of the night, brain struggling to understand where any of it came from. How did he know all of those things about me? Why did he wait so long to say anything? Why did he think I would suddenly fall into his arms and accept his so gracefully?

I left early the next morning, my father calling me home as some sort of punishment for my brother running off last night. I didn’t argue with him, bidding my farewells to the Woods’ before getting in the car Londyn’s mom ordered for me.

I didn’t get a moment to myself when I stepped foot into the shop. My father immediately sent me to work, ordering me to deliver groceries to people in town. I rode around Kildare on my dad’s boat with everyone’s orders, the deliveries were seemingly endless. Eventually I arrive at Kie’s parent’s restaurant, The Wreck.

I hop out of the boat with groceries in hand, dragging my feet towards the entrance. I enter the shop, tempted to just leave the groceries by the door and leave, and spot my brother and his friends gathered at a table nearby.

“And where the hell did you go last night?” I say, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I had to face the wrath of our dear father this morning, no thanks to you.” I cut my eyes at JJ as well, who sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“You don’t get to be mad at me, Riah.” Pope rolls his eyes at me. “You went to that thing with Rafe Cameron. If anything I should be the pissed one here. Matter of fact, I think I am.”

“I’m so sorry that you have no idea how to fight back against some bullies, and your sister had to step in to save your weak behind. Twice.” I set the groceries down on the counter before walking over to the table, crossing my arms across my chest as I stand in front of my body.

“I didn’t ask your dumb ass to do that. Now we’re both in deep shit.” He says. I scoff.

“I’m sorry that I risked everything I’ve worked for to defend your honor.” I continued. “I had absolutely no idea that almost sacrificing my scholarship and risking jail time was not worth defending your ungrateful ass. I’m sorry that you have a poor choice in friends that just can’t seem to stop committing crimes.”

“Don’t talk about them like they’re not there.” Pope says, actually looking up at me now. He looks more than a little irritated, his jaw clenching as he speaks. “Do you think you’re better than me because you hang out with Kooks?”

“No, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.” I laugh dryly. “I just think you’re an idiot because you destroyed a thirty-thousand-dollar piece of property, no thanks to JJ once again, had some white boys posted outside of our house trying to intimidate us, and almost got arrested. You’re lucky JJ is a good friend or else your ass would be fried.”

“Thanks?” JJ says, not sure if I was giving him a compliment or insulting him.

“Didn’t you beat Rafe Cameron with a golf club? How is that any better than what I did?” He stands up, getting in my face.

“Because I’m not the one running around Kildare getting into bullshit everyday! That’s you!” I shout, shoving at his chest. Kiara moves to get in between us, but Pope doesn’t move. He just stares back at me just as angrily as I do him.

“Okay, I think you need to chill.” John B says to me.

“Shut up, John B.” Pope and I say in unison. The boy raises his hands in defense.

“Clearly none of you are talking sense into him, so I guess I have to.” I look around at the rest of the group, all of them avoiding eye contact with me.

“I make my own decisions, Neriah.” Pope mumbles, sitting back down in his chair.

“Well they aren’t smart ones.” I knock Kie’s hand off my shoulder. “There are people that care about you, Pope. More than the people in this room and you seem to forget that. Or maybe you just don’t give a damn.”

With that I walk away, making my way towards the door. The restaurant is silent for a moment, everyone taking in what I just said.

“We care about him just as much as you do.” JJ says, briskly walking up to me before I can get to the door. I chuckle humorlessly, giving the blonde a tight-lipped smile.

“Then act like it.” I say, pushing the heavy door open. His eyes shift down to my neck, widening slightly as they catch mine again.

“What happened to your neck?” He inquires, voice low enough for only me to hear. He reaches up to touch it but I push his hand away, zipping up my jacket all the way and ignoring his concerned eyes.

“See you at home. Or not.” I give my brother a final glance before turning away.

With that, I exit the shop and go back to our dad’s boat. I drive down the marsh, not looking back at the building despite feeling all of their eyes on me.

Pope never came home that night.

My parents waited for him for a while, but they went to bed sometime after one in the morning. I went to bed as well, knowing better than to expect anything different from my brother. He still wasn’t there in the morning when I woke up, the sun high in the sky and no Pope in sight.

Londyn and I decided to waste the day together, meeting Brye on the way. The two of them could sense my poor mood the minute they set eyes on me. The entire time they tried to cheer me up. After an hour of gossip and cracking bad jokes I’d finally had enough.

“You guys know better than to think telling terrible jokes is going to make me feel any better.” I finally speak after spending the past hour moping to myself in silence.

“We knew that at some point you’d get annoyed enough to finally say something. Which you did!” Brye says, nudging me obnoxiously. I roll my eyes, standing up from my seat.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I mumble as I walk away.

I wash my hands in the bathroom, watching myself in the mirror above the sink. The bruise on my neck has only gotten worse, the dark purple splotches peeking out of the top of my shirt. I’m visibly tense, my eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched unconsciously. My teeth have started to ache from the unintentional grinding.

I shut off the water, gripping the sides of the sink as I take a deep breath.

My brother and I each have our own lives. Very opposite lives. He would never do the things I do and I would never do the things I do. He’d sooner walk barefoot across broken glass before hanging out on Figure 8 willingly to be quite frank, which I understand. But sometimes I wish he would be more responsible. He actually has a future off of this island, but he never thinks of how easily that opportunity could be lost.

I have nothing again against his friends. I think Kie so desperately wants to defy her parents in any way she can, John B has a lack of true authority figures to guide him, and JJ is a klepto with a penchant for violence and alcohol. But that doesn’t make them bad people. They’re always there for my brother, they’d do anything for them, and I could ask for nothing more.

Except for them to make sure he doesn’t do the same stupid shit they do.

I sigh deeply, stepping out of the bathroom after drying my hands. I keep my head down as I walk, mind busy with things I need to say to Pope the next time I see him. I almost don’t hear the person calling for my attention.

“Excuse me. Excuse me, girl!” An older white woman dressed rather tackily calls out. I look around, wondering who she’s speaking to and furrow my eyebrows in confusion when she waves me over. “God, are you people deaf or something?” She says annoyedly, looking me up and down.

“Excuse me?” I ask, puzzled.

“Refill my drink. And make sure it’s light ice this time.” She shoves her empty glass towards me. When I don’t take it she looks at me expectantly. “Hello? Can you hear me? I said to get me a drink.”

“I don’t work here.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here?” She looks me up and down in disgust. “I didn’t know they let your kind of people into the club.” The other women she’s seated with giggle, each of them picking me apart with their eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” Feeling quite offended, I scrunch my face up at her. “Actually, I don’t care.”

“Did you sneak in here? Do I need to call security?” She says, smirking as she prepares to wave the guard over.

“She’s with me.” A familiar voice sounds out, footsteps approaching behind me. “Is there a problem, Carolyn?”

“Oh!” She says, dropping her hand back into her lap with a nervous smile. “Of course not. I just-”

“You ladies have a good day.” The voice says before placing a warm hand on my back and leading me away.

As soon as we’re out of the women’s line of vision I shove the hand off me, backing away quickly. I shiver at the way Rafe looks at me, the view of him genuinely smiling at me making me feel uneasy. It seems like I run into him more and more as the days go by.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“You're welcome.”

“I didn’t need your help.” I cross my arms, pushing past him to go meet my friends again.

“It looked like you were about to be removed from the property to me.” Rafe says condescendingly.

“Maybe all the coke is affecting your vision too.” Before I can make it very far, the Cameron son grabs my bicep and pulls me back to him. I try to snatch my arm away, but he doesn’t loosen up. “Don’t touch me.”

“Y’know, you really should be more grateful.” He looks down at me, still holding my arm in his grip. “You would be in a very bad position without me.” I scoff.

“I’m already in a bad position.” Roughly pulling myself away from him, I squint my eyes at him. “Leave me the hell alone, Rafe. I’ve already done what you wanted, and whatever you want to happen between us is not happening.”

“I don’t know…” He hums, tilting his head. “My side hurts a bit. My leg too. Maybe you can kiss it better for me?” He walks towards me, pretending to limp. I shove him away from me and he laughs.

“Fuck off, Rafe. I’m not in the mood for you today.” His laughter dies down slowly, eyes falling below my jawline. The feeling of his heated stare on me all of sudden has me shifting from foot to foot nervously.

“Did I do that to you?” He asks, eyes still fixed on the large, finger shaped splotches of purple decorating my neck. I pull up the collar of my shirt in an attempt to cover my exposed skin. “Don’t cover it. I want to look.”

“Rafe. Do not piss me off right now.”

“I’m being serious.” He steps forward, reaching to lower my hand. “They look pretty on you.” I scoff, swiping his outreached hand away.

“You’re a dick.” I say as I storm away from him, hearing his laughter and feeling his gaze on my back as I retreat.

I make it to my friends after a short walk, ignoring their questions about what took me so long. We sat in the sun for a bit longer, drinking lemonade and talking about how sad we are about the summer coming to an end soon.

I watch Rafe in the distance, talking with Topper and Kelce. Topper looks quite distressed, arguing with his two friends for a moment while they try to calm him down. I haven’t seen him with Sarah since Midsummers, and even then they looked a bit distant. At least Sarah did. I wonder if that’s what has him so upset.

“Rafe Cameron!” A voice calls out.

We all snap our head in the direction of the sound. I spot a shorter man get out of a car and walk towards the gate very menacingly. I watch as Rafe and Topper approach him, the younger confused as the man confronts Rafe very aggressively.

“Who did he piss off this time?” Brye asks, watching the ordeal disinterestedly.

“Who hasn’t he pissed off?” Londyn adds, causing me to throw my head back in laughter.

“Am I just some little bitch?” The shorter man asks rather loudly. “Is that what your family looks at me like?”

Rafe tries to calm him down, looking around at the crowd that’s started to gather. He looks just as confused as the rest of us, as if he has no idea why the man he seems to be quite familiar with has shown up to confront him.

“Okay, so why is your little sister and her little surf rat friends running around stealing $25k out of my house?”

Sarah? Surf rat friends? Stealing?

Sarah Cameron wouldn’t pick a penny off the ground for good luck, what the hell does he mean she stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from him? Sarah Cameron has more money than anyone on this island. And what Pogues are running around with the Kook princess? The only Pogues Sarah has ever spoken to willingly are me and John B.

John B. Surf rat friends. Pogues. John B. Sarah. John B.

Shit.

The confrontation turns violent when Rafe puts a hand on the man’s shoulder. The man shoves him roughly, yelling something that I can’t make out. Topper steps in and breaks up the altercation, separating the two.

“Sort this shit out with your sister.” The brunette man says.

“Alright!” Rafe says panickedly.

“Imma get my money. If it’s not from you, it’s from her.” The man backs off, walking towards his car. “Remember that. I’ll see you boys around.”

Rafe and Topper talk for a minute, the two of them looking equally as stressed out. Everyone else has stopped watching, including my friends who have gone back to their previous conversation, but I keep my eyes on the two. Eventually the boys get on their bikes, pulling off quickly as their engines rev all the way down the street.

How deep are Pope Heyward and his friends?

“You stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from a drug dealer…and spent it all on a hot tub?” I yell angrily. “Have you lost your minds?”

“To be fair, it’s a nice hot tub.” JJ says. I look at him incredulously.

I came to JJ’s house the next day to find my brother and confront him about the things I overheard the day before. I nearly passed out when I saw the large jacuzzi sitting in JJ’s front yard, knowing that only he’d be irresponsible enough to buy something like that with stolen drug money.

“How did you even find out?” Pope asks.

“He was yelling at Rafe about how his baby sister was running around with some Pogues robbing people.” Pope looks even more confused, jumping out of his chair before coming up to me in the middle of the yard.

“You were hanging out with Rafe Cameron?” I scoff in disbelief at his audacity to be upset with me.

“No, I wasn’t hanging out with him, and even if I was, that’s not the point.” I push past him to go stand on JJ’s porch next to Kiara. She looks at me sheepishly and scratches her head. “There is a man out there, multiple men, that want your heads.”

“Neriah, don’t worry. We got this.” JJ says walking up to me. He tries setting a comforting hand on my shoulder but freezes midair when I give him a deathly look. He backs off with his hands raised, going back to what he was doing before.

I spent a while at his house, stressfully thinking about the trouble my brother can’t seem to stay out of. The rest of them return to whatever it was they were doing before I arrived. I watch as Pope lifts Kie into a tree with a large bucket, and JJ sits in the hot tub under the shade of the tree. I have multiple missed calls from Rafe, surely about my brother and his friends running around with Sarah.

I’m so deep in my thoughts that I almost don’t notice John B. The boy speeds past me into JJ’s house, the rest of the group following after him. I don’t go in, letting them handle whatever his problem is on his own.

I hear stuff clattering around and muffled voices through the door, but I pay it no mind.

“John B, what do you need the gun for?” I hear JJ raise his voice. I stand up immediately, entering the house.

I briefly see the brunette push my brother into the table, walking so fast out the door that I almost miss him. I follow everyone out the house, watching as they chase him down. He speeds off on his bike, disappearing down the dirt road. I don’t ask them what’s going on, this being something that must be deeply personal.

I leave shortly after that, the atmosphere far too tense for me to feel comfortable there.

I return home, locking myself up in my room for the rest of the day. I only come out to shower and grab food, leaving my parents to wallow in their misery alone. Pope hadn’t been home in three days, and while I’m used to it, I don’t think my parents ever stop worrying. I hope he’s smart enough to come home tonight considering he has a once in a lifetime scholarship interview in five hours.

My hopes come true when I hear the front door open.

“You waited up.” Pope says to my father. The man had been sleeping in the living room since the night his son left, waiting for his return.

“You left?” Heyward asks. “Because I hadn’t noticed.”

The air is silent for a moment, tension replacing the sound of voices. I turn over in bed, slipping on my earbuds to drown out the sound of a lecture. I watch my bedroom door open slowly after a few minutes, behind it a tired looking Pope.

We look at each other for a moment, neither of us saying a word. He looks down at the floor before backing out of my room and closing the door behind him.

“Goodnight.” I whisper into the darkness of my room.

My dad and brother leave together early in the morning, away to Pope’s interview before I’m awake to see them off. Our dad wouldn’t be back until later, saying that he had to handle some business at the airstrip for the Cameron’s.

Pope didn’t come back that night either.

I spent half of the next day roaming around the south side, something I hadn’t done in a while. It was very comforting to know that I wasn’t an outlier here. Nobody thought less of me because of how much money I did or didn’t have, I was just another person here.

It also distracted me from my parents slowly going insane from Pope’s blatant disrespect and irresponsibility.

The house felt stuffier than the sticky, summer air outside sometimes, the wedge between my brother and our parents growing larger as the days go by.

As I peruse around midtown I people watch, residents running errands and tourists looking around like this is the most interesting place they’ve ever been. I end up near the dock, the ferry bobbing in the water next to the wooden deck. Everyone buzzes around, colorful clothes a blur in front of me as I watch mindlessly.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot a familiar car. I turn towards the car, squinting at the vehicle parked across the street.

My eyes widen when I spot the people inside.

I storm towards the car, everyone inside distracted with a heated conversation.

“Pope. Heyward.” I say when I reach the open driver's side window, my voice dangerously calm.

Everyone’s head snaps towards me as the words leave my mouth. Pope runs his hands over his face, looking even more stressed than he did a moment ago. Everyone looks scared and anxious, tension in the car high.

“Hey, Riah…do you think you can save the lecture for another day?” JJ says, leaning out of his window to speak to me. “We really don’t have time for this.”

“Kiss my ass.” I cut my eyes at JJ wh retreats back into the car.

“Neriah, we really don’t have time. Seriously.” Pope sighs, looking at me irritably.

“Oh, you wanna talk about time? We can talk about time.” I smile at him tensely. “You know what I spent my time doing last night? Convincing our father not to throw your shit out on the street. I should’ve let him do it considering that’s where you’d rather be nowadays.”

“Neriah, please.” Kie says, looking out the window anxiously.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m talking.” I snap.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Pope snaps as well, hitting his hands on the steering wheel. “What is your problem?”

“Not only did you vanish, again, you ran out on a once in a lifetime opportunity. To do what? Hang out in your friend's car smelling like dope?” I ask motioning at the car. “You have officially lost your rabid ass mind.”

Pope snatches a piece of paper out of Kiara’s hand and shoves it at me, the wrinkled paper hitting me in the chest. I snatch it away, smoothing it out before reading it.

My eyes widen, eyes raising to finally see John B hiding in the backseat next to JJ.

“This! This is why I’m with my friends right now!” Pope shouts at me. I stare at the picture of John B’s face and the bounty over his head in shock.

“Not only are you majorly irresponsible, you're harboring a fugitive?” I whisper the last part, not wanting anyone around to hear. “I should turn your ass in. Maybe then my brother will stop roaming the streets like he doesn’t have a home.” I say to John B.

“God, Neriah. You just don’t get it, do you?” My brother’s voice drips in frustration directed at me. I sigh, throwing the paper back into the car.

“No, I get it.” I back away from the car. “I’ll be sure to tell mom you aren’t dead. Now go, before somebody recognizes you. Fucking idiots…” I mumble as I briskly walk away from the car, silently praying that they come up with something.

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Does a Pope shit in the woods?

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 26 - A Good Boss || Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

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Summary: Consider a scenario in which you and your boss are into each other. It doesn't happen very often, right? Now imagine that your boss is Santiago Pope Garcia, and he already knows you better than anyone else on the operational team…

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1010

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Wall Sex First-person narrative style is used in this fic

Santiago Garcia was watching me; he watched me constantly nowadays; he was the head of the operation I was part of; he was the same man who had me standing over his desk not a week ago, pleading for his cum.

Here he was, practically eye-fucking me. It's just a matter of getting your work done, you moron, I thought to myself. Don't pay attention to him, ignore him, pretend he doesn't exist.

I got absolutely nothing done during the rest of the day, my mind drifting to that night. Because I was staring at my screen so hard, I didn't notice that the rest of our team had left. As I finish packing up, I rush to the door. I hear him call out to me as I walk past his office. My heart races as I turn to him. "Yes, Mr Garcia?"

As he saunters to the door frame, grinning, he takes his time looking at me from top to bottom; after what seems like an eternity, he responds, "Why have you ignored me the entire day?"

Looking him square in the eye, I say, "You know why, it was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened."

I remember you enjoying yourself quite a bit," Santiago whispers, grazing the back of my cheek with his fingers.

Glaring at him, I smack his hand away. "That doesn't mean shit, and you know it. Fuck you for thinking otherwise, you cocky bastard." Turning, I turn to walk out, but am thrown against the wall before I could go too far.

"Quite a mouth on you, I like it better when you moan my name," he closes in on me and pushes me against the wall, mouth close to my ear, one hand resting on the wall beside my face, the other trailing down my chest.

I try to leave again, but his hand flies to my throat.

Santiago whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe, "I know you have been thinking about it. Don't deny it."

With a struggle, I spit out, "I haven't. I don't care about cocky, self-centered idiots."

Suddenly, I'm yanked into his office, the door closing behind us. He warns, "I'll fuck you until you're too tired even to speak."

As our lips crash together, I try desperately to get him off me, but he is just too strong for me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

My chest presses into the wood as Garcia forces me onto the desk. Kicking my legs apart, I curse myself for wearing a skirt that day, hating that he was right - this is exactly what I wanted, as evidenced by the damp spot on my underwear.

He pulls my underwear off without warning, tearing my cry from me; he plunges a finger into me, up to his knuckle, with full, unhindered access.

As I recall the last time I was bent over this desk, my cunt flutters around the intrusion as I moan loudly like a whore.

Adding another finger, he scissors me open; at least he had the courtesy to work me open first. As he continues to fuck me, pleasure starts to rise; adding another finger, he continues to fuck me with his fingers.

As I turn my head to look at Santiago, I see his bulge clearly visible as he stares intently at his fingers.

I whimper, the pleasure almost reaching its peak. As I pressed back against him, he thrusts his fingers faster, forcing me back down onto the desk. He pulls out completely just as my orgasm crests.

In a chuckle, Santiago pulls himself out of his pants and says, "You don't get to cum until I tell you." Rubbing his engorged cock against my slit, my hips pitch uncontrollably.

You are a wanton whore. Does your superior teasing you with his cock turn you on, Y/N?"

Almost unable to contain myself, I moan, "Fuck you." Just as my pleasure started up again, I shout as he pushes to the hilt inside of me.

It feels like I'm being torn apart, his thick length filling me, his pink bulbous head kissing my cervix; I swear I can feel every vein, his balls pressing firmly against my clitoral region.

Then, he pulled out up to the tip, pressing a hand against my spine, setting a punishing pace, skin slapping against skin, desk making horrific sounds as it rocks with Santiago's every hard push.

Garcia flips me onto my back and hooks my legs onto his shoulders.

My juices leak down the crack of my ass as Santiago smacks his dick onto my mound.

He pushes back into me as he looks at me, continuing his slow pace; he keeps my gaze, and every time I close my eyes, he smacks my cunt, causing a whimper; he takes pleasure in my moans, taking pleasure at the fact that I hadn't cum yet, basking in my pleasured frustrations. His arms are tightly wrapped around my waist as he lifts my almost ragdoll body against the wall, continuing to pound furiously. “You like that, don’t you?” Santiago asks, pressing his lips down on my earlobe as he grunts in my ear. “You like having me inside, huh?” His strong hands hold my ass firmly, keeping me from falling.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him use and abuse me the entire time. “Oh, fuck, Santiago, fuck, yes!” I make sure my legs are tightly wrapped around his snapping hips.

"Cum on my thick cock, little one," he encourages.

In my orgasm, I clench so hard that he is nearly forced out. Electricity shocks through every nerve in my body as I roll my head back, resting it against the wall.

In one final thrust, Santiago grasps my neck with his teeth, filling me with his warm seed. Every rope splashes against my cervix, filling me to the brim as Santiago lets out a loud grunt of satisfaction. "Well, we see you're capable of being a good girl if you want to be."

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omg so i was reading this one by you and i was wondering if you could write something similar where jj and reader are dating and john b or pope is asking them for advice and the couple kind of gives each other knowing looks as they try to explain how they get off :’)

Warnings: sex talk

“What are you guys talking about?” I smirk as they fall silent and I drop down on JJ’s lap. He happily gives me a kiss then gives Pope a knowing look.

“Uh, nothing.” Pope says, leaning back on the couch and taking a long drink of his beer. He looked nervous. I turn to look at JJ and he’s biting back a smirk, trying and failing to cover for his friend.

“Pope was asking about my favorite positions.” JJ finally blurts and Pope’s eyes bug out.

“Dude! Come on!” Pope shouts, shaking his head in embarrassment.

“What! It’s her sex life too! If you want girl intel she’s the perfect one to ask. We’re all friends here. No need to be embarrassed.” JJ rubs my thigh as he talks and I fight to find one thing I don’t love about this guy. He had perfect hands.

“It’s just..” Pope trails off, giving me a concerned look.

“What? Because I’m a girl? Pope, we’re Pogues first so whatever you need to say, it stays between us. Think of me as your go-to for free advice. Kie and Sarah would agree too. We want you to be happy and successful in that department.” I give him a genuine smile and he seems to relax a little. I turn to JJ.

“So what position did you tell him?” I giggle and his cheeks turn pink.

“I told him doggy-style was our favorite because it feels deepest, to us. And we both can control the pace.” JJ says.

“I wouldn’t say doggy is my favorite.” I give a fake grimace to rile him up and his fingers dig into my sides. I squeal with laughter as I pry his fingers off.

“It’s great but not the deepest for me. I like laying flat on my stomach with my legs closed and he straddles my waist.” Heat races between my legs at the thought and I squirm in his lap. I could feel his dick hard against my ass. I knew it wasn’t JJ’s favorite because he couldn’t last very long.

��So you like sit on her legs? Do you like lean over her back?” Pope asks, trying to visualize the logistics in his head. His innocence was adorable.

“We will show you. With clothes on, obviously.” I stand and JJ’s hand automatically covers the bulge in his shorts. I chuckle as I lay flat on my stomach on the wood floor, resting my face on my hands as JJ slowly gets to his feet. I watch as he moves to stand over me, lowering himself to his knees on either side of my hips. His hands palm my ass in my shorts and I smirk before turning my head to look at Pope.

“Make sense?” I ask and Pope looks at JJ.

“Does that hurt you at all?” Pope asks and JJ shakes his head.

“No. I can sit back kinda on her legs or lean over her back. Whatever burns my thighs less. It’s kind of a workout so I only let her have it when she’s been good.” JJ answers, slapping my ass.

“Can you do anal that way too?” Pope asks and I hide my smirk, remembering the first time we did that. JJ loved it for a whole thirty seconds before he came.

“Oh yea. Probably easier to do it this way. Just talk to your partner and make sure they’re okay with the depth and angle.” JJ says, climbing off of me and pulling me to my feet.

“Why all the questions, Pope?” I ask, sitting back down on JJ lap.

“I was just curious is all. I’ve only ever done missionary.” Pope answers.

“Watch some amateur porn. Not the fake shit.” JJ says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest.

“Watch it together. Pause it and try out the positions you like. Stuff like that.” I add and I feel JJ nod.

“Now go young protege. Go do what you’ve learned and wrap it before you tap it. We don’t need little baby Pope’s running around.” JJ jokes and we all laugh as Pope raises to his feet, nose in his phone, as he goes inside.

“Do you think he has a girlfriend?” I ask but JJ turns my head, capturing my lips in a wet kiss, rolling his hips.

“I don’t care. Go to the truck.” JJ mumbles against my lips, squeezing my thighs.

“But we just got here!” I protest as he pushes me to my feet and slaps my ass to herd me.

“Go. Go to the truck.” JJ urges us both out the door and I can’t help but laugh. This was his own fault.

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