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Hey I have a request love. I was wondering if you could write a fic based off the song “Die For You” by the weekend. I’m imagining it being JJ Maybank x Heyward! or Black!Reader. I imagine reader being part of the pogues and is close with pope but she’s pope’s younger sister. I imagine reader being pretty confident and really into makeup and sorta stubborn and independent. She also doesn’t take shit from anyone. I imagine her being close with JJ and there’s something more going on between them but she’s not the type to do hookups she’s more of a relationship girl. JJ knows that too and he’s trying to get over her and distance himself, but it doesn’t work. He’s hooking up with girls that look and act like her. But nothing works. Eventually she notices what’s going on and she calls him out, and JJ confesses, but right as they are about to kiss, she says she doesn’t know if she could betray Pope like that if they don’t work out. But JJ reassures reader that he’s only interested in her, and that she’s it for him. Then boom they kiss.

I hope you like it. 🤍🤍

HATE THAT YOU WANT ME

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Heyward!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [7.2k] Y/n Heyward has had a long time crush on JJ Maybank, one which she thinks he reciprocates. One problem? He's her brother's best friend.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ pictures above do not depict the physical appearance of TR, swearing, mentions of betrayal, mutual pining, slight angst (mini-argument, confrontation), mild violence, unwanted advances, mentions/use of drugs & alcohol, Y/n being blunt (aka jealous), fluffy ending

A/N ‧₊˚ Hope I like it? Honey, I love it. I would have made this a multi-part if I had the time but this idea was perfection and I can only hope I executed this well enough for your brilliant mind. I got carried away...and if I'm not mistaken this is my longest fic to date.

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PULLING MY SWEATSHIRT OVER MY FRAME AS I SAT DOWN AT MY VANITY, I SCANNED MY EYES ACROSS THE MULTIPLE MAKEUP PRODUCTS I HAD SCATTERED ACROSS THE SURFACE. I was due to meet my brother and our friends at The Wreck soon to hang out and I was on a time-crunch. I had told Pope not to wait up and head out without me.

We’d all been pretty busy lately and even though we wouldn’t admit it verbally, we missed each other. So, Kie invited us to her dad’s restaurant near closing so we could catch up. So, lightly pampering and giving myself a once over in the oval-shaped mirror, I grabbed my phone off the bed and rushed out of the house, wanting to get there before it got too dark — knowing Pope would give me a dad-type lecture about, one, being late and two, walking alone in the dark. Especially on The Cut.

I WAS MET WITH PLAYFUL CHEERS AND GREETINGS THROUGH MOUTHFULS OF FOOD AS I ENTERED THE WRECK, EVERYONE ALREADY GATHERED AT THE TABLE NEAR THE BACK.

I turned to my left to see Mr.Carrera wiping down the counter where the register sat. Flashing him a warm smile, he returned it with a small one of his own and a welcoming wave. Heading towards the group of island delinquents I called my friends, I took a seat between my brother and JJ.

“Look who finally showed up.” John B teased, to which I rolled my eyes.

“You said you’d be here in thirty minutes. That was an hour ago.” Pope reprimanded with as much sternness in his voice as possible.

I smiled and snatched the baseball cap off the top of his head. “Sorry, my favorite big brother in the whole world.” I jested, putting the hat on my own head and crossing my arms over my chest before kicking my feet up on JJ's lap. He glanced down at my ankles across his thighs before raising a curious brow at me, throwing a fry into his mouth.

“I’m your only brother, you moron.” Pope shot back, swiftly taking his hat back for himself.

I scoffed, reaching forwards to grab the untouched glass of water that I assumed was mine. After taking a long sip, I held the glass in my hand as I used the other to stir the straw mindlessly. “What’d I miss?”

“Well,” JJ started, swallowing a mouthful of the burger he had taken an unnecessarily huge bite of. “Bree got back with Sarah. So, we don’t have to pick sides anymore. Well, at least you and Kie don’t.”

“No surprise there.”

“Wha-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” John B babbled, his face contorting in mild frustration.

I rolled my eyes as I sat up straight, removing my legs from JJ’s lap. “Be honest with yourself, JB. You and Sarah are like.. a light switch. One minute you’re on, the next you’re off. It’s like a game to see how long you’ll keep the lights on.” I joked, John B only gave me a sour look to which I gave him a half shrug. “Y’know it’s true. I may be the youngest here, but I think you all could learn a thing or two from me.”

I was met with muffled chuckles beside me. Turning to see JJ trying to hold back a laugh. A look of bewilderment etched itself onto my face. ”What?”

He looked at me sideways, cocking a sarcastic brow at me. “All this talk from a girl that I had to bail out of jail last week for vandalizing a house on Figure Eight. You are quite literally worse than me. And that’s saying something.”

I groaned and threw my head back. “You what?” I heard the voice of a stunned Kiara.

“And you still owe me for not telling dad.” Pope reminded me to which I waved him off and he lightly pushed my head to the side.

I lowered my head to turn to the scruffy-haired blonde next to me with a death glare. “Well, at least I know not to ask for your help again.”

“You say that every time.” He smiled mischievously.

“Okay, we are not brushing past this.” Kiara spoke up, hands splayed out on the table in frustration, face scrunched in confusion. “When did you get arrested? And why did you vandalize a kook house?”

“I’d like to know, too.” John B added, raising his hand with a look of innocent curiosity.

I sighed deeply. “For one, I wasn’t arrested. I was detained. Barely there for two hours.” I denied. “And two, they over exaggerated the whole thing. I spray painted a kook’s garage because she fucked with me during gym. Tripped me when we were running laps and stole my shirt from my locker.”

JJ’s eyes went wide and I could see his entire body go tense beside me. “You didn’t tell me that.” I looked at him for a brief second without responding.

I didn’t tell him because I knew how he could get. The pogues were all over protective of me and although I appreciated the sentiment, I could handle my own. If the girl wanted to pull some grade school prank on me, so be it. I didn’t need my brother and our friends to come to my aid every time something happened.

Before I could even attempt to elaborate further, Mr.Carrera was calling over for two of us to go help him put stuff in the back so he could lock up. John B and Pope practically jumped from their seats, Pope wanting to get on the older man’s good side, totally not because of his crush on Kiara, while John B just wanted to get more food.

My attention was pulled from the two fools racing towards the front of the restaurant when a warm, firm hand landed on my shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I just shrugged sheepishly. “So you could get in trouble with me? You don’t have too many chances left with the law yourself, blondie.” He remained silent, knowing I was right and he would’ve encouraged my behaviors instead of trying to stop them. It was the dynamic we had. Partners in crime, if that’s how’d you like to describe it. We backed one another. I was closer to JJ than anyone in the group, sometimes even my own brother.

“Just…” He sighed, his hand dropping from my shoulder to my thigh in, what seemed to be, a subconscious movement. “Just tell me the truth from now on. Can’t be the Robin to your Batman if I’m not in the loop.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed shortly at his cheesy and childish analogy. “I’m totally the Robin to your Batman, though. I just go AWOL from time to time. For the thrill of it, y’know?” I joked.

We laughed with one another before letting it fade into a comfortable silence, his thumb rubbing my thigh mindlessly.

Okay, so I may have downplayed the dynamic between JJ and I. I’d be a fool to deny the tension. I’d had a crush on him for years but he was Pope’s best friend and I always had the presumption that he was off limits in that sense. But in recent years, it seemed that JJ had started to feel the same for me.

He liked me. I knew he did. But I didn’t mind because I liked him, too. More than I knew I should.

I don’t know what gave me the confidence to make such a claim. Maybe it was the way I would catch him staring at me from time to time and even when I made eye contact and he wouldn’t look away. Or maybe it was the fleeting touches that walked the fine-line between friendly and romantic, similar to the way he was touching my thigh now.

All I knew was that somewhere down the line, the wall between friendship and something more than that had started to fall for us. I was no longer Pope’s little sister than he hung out with because Pope brought me along. I was Y/n — his best friend, his partner in crime.

I was too lost in my thoughts to realize that his hand was inching further up my thigh and his entire body grew closer, my eyes flickering down to his lips. Is JJ about to kiss me?

“Guys?” Kiara piped up, making her presence known once again. Too caught up in our conversation, we had completely disregarded the third person still sitting at the table. JJ immediately straightened himself out before removing his hand from my leg, leaving a cool sensation in its place. “I don’t know what I just saw. Or what I was about to see. But Pope is less than ten feet away…” She said cautiously, eyeing the both of us skeptically. “Is there something I should be aware of?”

“I thought there was something in her eye, Kie. Chill.”

She threw her hands up briefly in surrender, but not before raising a curious brow at the both of us. Quiet and flustered, the moment was now gone and replaced with a heavy awkwardness.

IT’D BEEN A DAY SINCE MY ALMOST-KISS WITH JJ. Kie tried to press me about it after we’d left The Wreck but, surprisingly, I’d convinced her to drop it. That didn’t stop her from shooting me suspicious glances anytime JJ and I were together.

John B had thrown a kegger and I was currently nursing my cup, filled with whatever concoction he had thrown into the keg tonight. I was hot and flustered from dancing with Kie and Sarah for practically half the night, leaning against the trunk of a tree near the shore. The breeze brought a welcomed chill over my warm skin.

My eyes scanned over the party-goers, not looking for anyone in particular yet, my eyes seemed to find him as they always do. Across the beach, JJ was in a stance similar to mine. Back against a tree except there was a joint his hand, lifting it up every now and then to take a hit. His eyes scanned the beach like mine had previously.

When his blue eyes landed on mine, I sent him a smile and barely took a step, with the intention to join him, before a big, brawny frame was blocking almost my entire view of the beach.

“Hey, pretty girl.” The guy drawled. He didn’t seem drunk but his ego alone was enough to nauseate me.

I attempted to side step him, only to have my view blocked again. Huffing harshly and rolling my eyes, I looked up at the guy. He was creepy, and that was me being polite. He had this unsettling smirk and some kind of stupid, preppy, figure-eight ass haircut that swayed me all the wrong ways.

“Do you need something?” I sassed, crossing my arms with my cup still in hand.

“There are a whole lot of things I need and you are one of them.” Ew. Ew ew ew. I couldn’t stop myself from visibly cringing at this guy's lame and unwanted advances. I just wanted to go talk to JJ.

“Well, then you’ll just have to cope. 'Scuse me.” I dismissed him with a tight-lipped smile, not sparing him another glance. I attempted to walk around him only for him to follow my every step. I was growing more and more agitated at this point. This guy had seconds, at best, before I showed him just how uninterested and unamused I was by his antics.

“C’mon, little lady. I can show you a real good time.” He trailed off, his eyes traveling down my body without a trace of shame, stopping at my semi-exposed cleavage. My eyes caught sight of his hands coming up and reaching out for my waist.

I bit the inside of my cheek before tossing my cup to the sand — Kie could kill me later. When his hands hit my waist, I slid my arms over his shoulders as his lustful gaze shifted to mine. I gave him a sickly sweet smile before bringing the boy closer and kneeing him in the crotch.

He soon retracted from me, doubling over in pain with a deep groan. Bending down to level my lips with his ear, I whispered. “Next time, get out of my fucking way.”

I stood to my full height before walking off, hearing the guy call out behind me.

“Bitch!”

“Your mother!” I called over my shoulder, straightening out my top.

My eyes scanned the crowd, which had seemed to grow more dense in the moments I was distracted, looking for JJ.

But when I spotted him, he wasn’t alone. He was leading some girl to The Chateau, holding her hand as he guided her up the steps. I felt a sharp pang in my chest before turning around to get my eyes off the scene before me, refusing to cry in the middle of a party. There was only one reason why he would be taking her up there. I wasn’t stupid. But I also wasn’t going to have a shitty night because the guy I liked left with another girl and some asshole wouldn’t leave me alone.

So, spotting Sarah and Kiara chatting with John B and my brother, I made my way over to my group of remaining friends and continued my night as normally as possible.

JJ’s actions only serving as a harsh reminder of why we would never work out. Why we couldn’t.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, AFTER THE KEGGER, WAS NORMAL AS ONE WOULD EXPECT. Although, the thought of JJ with that girl had crossed my mind practically all day, as much as I hate to admit it. I knew he’d slept with her. It’s JJ. He wasn’t exactly celibate, in any sense of the word.

Despite my racing thoughts, the school day had ended and my dear brother had waited until the last minute to text me that he left early to help our father with catering and couldn’t pick me up. I sighed, throwing my head back as my shoulders slumped. I shook myself off before dialing my mother.

Unsurprisingly, I was met with her voicemail after a full two rings and a text following right after.

Busy. Can’t talk.

Per usual. Our mom was there but she was never really present. Always working or on business trips. She was in and then she was out. Sometimes I wondered if she even remembered that she had kids that still needed her.

Nevertheless, I knew Kie had a shift at The Wreck right after school and I had already seen John B and Sarah run off as soon as the dismissal bell rang — leaving me with only one option.

Scrolling to find the contact that stuck out, I hesitated slightly before pressing ‘call’, my nerves jumping as the phone barely rang before the click of the line being picked up was heard.

“Y/n? What’s up? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, JJ, I’m fine. Are you busy?”

“Uh…”

…

“JJ?”

“Never too busy for you. Why?”

His uncertainty through the phone had me uneasy but I ignored it. “Pope left early and I need a ride. Would you mind?”

I could hear mutters and shuffling over the line. “No, it's cool. I’ll be there soon. Stand in front of the school. Be there in 10. Okay?”

“Okay.” And with that the call ended.

And just as he said, ten minutes later and the distinct rev and rumble of his beat up truck was heard as it pulled up to the front of the school. I smiled brightly but it soon faded when I got a full view of the scene in front of me.

In the passenger seat of his truck was the girl that I’m pretty sure I saw him disappear with last night. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she barely had time to wipe the remnants of her makeup off of her face.

I felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in my gut — jealousy mixed in with…something else. It wasn’t that I was threatened by her presence or anything. JJ had slept with many girls before her. But I had never had to face any of them. Certainly none that... reminded me oddly of myself?

It was like looking into a warped mirror. I didn’t notice I was still standing on the curb until JJ piped up. “Yo, Y/n?” He seemed hesitant, as if he knew his error. I’m sure he did. “Hop in, kiddo.”

I raised a brow at him with an incredulous expression. “Kiddo?” I spat. Kiddo? What the fuck?

His face pleaded with me to just get in the car and I did but not before rolling my eyes and giving the girl in my unofficial seat a small glare. Maybe she noticed, maybe she didn’t. I didn’t care.

The ride was tense and silent, dreadful really. Mine and JJ’s eyes meeting in the rearview mirror every 5 minutes, exchanging wordless glances. The girl shifted awkwardly in her seat, speaking every few minutes to tell JJ where to turn.

We ended up in front of some huge house on Figure Eight. The girl hopped out, not quick enough for me, and shot JJ a shy smile. I couldn’t stop myself from audibly gagging in the backseat and muttering to myself, both of them shooting completely different looks at me.

Once the door was shut and JJ was changing gears to pull off, I climbed over the center console to sit in my seat — the one that was now oddly warm and felt tainted. Was I being dramatic? Yes. Did I care? Not nearly enough.

It was unusually silent during the ride back. I only spoke once and that was to tell him that he could take me back to The Chateau, since being home alone was something I hated.

However, I broke the ice when it became unbearable. “Is that why you weren’t at school today? Screwing some kook you picked up at the party?” I spoke, not even attempting to hide the malice in my tone.

He sighed, glancing at me as I stared out the window watching the houses and trees pass by. “Her name is Angela.”

“Angela.” I mocked in a disgusted tone. “I didn’t ask for her name.” I reminded harshly, snapping to face him, his focus on the road. His visual focus anyway, it was clear to see he was hanging onto my every word. “I asked if she was the reason you bailed on school today. But I think I’ve got my answer.”

IT HAD ONLY BEEN A FEW HOURS SINCE JJ PICKED ME UP FROM SCHOOL WITH HIS RECENT RENDEZVOUS IN THE CAR. I had gone home as soon as Pope had texted me that he and my dad were back home, wanting to escape the awkwardness of being with JJ alone in The Chateau after our odd exchange in the car.

The only thing that made this worse is that we were headed back there now because I forgot it was Friday and John B planned a movie night. Even though he always talked through them while we all told him to shut up, they were one of our favorite ways to hang out. Especially during the weekends where we could doze off in his living room and wake up to head down to the beach.

Walking up the porch of The Chateau, I could hear a couple of voices inside. Pope and I didn’t knock, instead walking in knowing the door would be unlocked.

When we walked in, I immediately rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath. I hadn’t realized how loud my moan of vexation was in that moment, my brother turning to me as his expression turned into one of worried confusion.

“You okay?”

Shifting my gaze to his instead of the three people in front of me, I locked eyes with Pope. “'M fine. Just wasn’t expecting her to be here.” I spoke lowly, throwing my head in the direction of the girl I saw earlier as she stood talking in the kitchen with JJ. Don’t tell me he invited her here. A kook he met less than 24 hours ago?

“What, you know her?” Pope asked quizzically, probably sensing the frustration radiating off of me.

“You could say that.” Was all I replied before walking further into The Chateau, making my brother and I’s presence fully known.

“Yo!” John B hollered excitedly as he stood in front of one of the only TV’s in his home, crouching as he looked for a movie to watch. “Surprised you’re on time, Pope. Considering that one is with you.” The brunette boy jested.

I walked over to him, a playful smile on my face, before gently swiping one of his crouched feet from under him causing him to slip on his ass with an audible but not seemingly painful thump.

He huffed harshly, rolled his eyes and glared up at me. “And you wonder why I bother you.” He uttered, plucking my calf.

“You started it.” I shrugged with a smug smile. John B just mocked me in a high pitched, borderline unintelligible voice that made my face scrunch and tell him that I do not sound like that before walking off. It was all jokes, though. John B was like my second brother. However, unlike Pope, he couldn’t go 5 minutes without teasing me. I think he liked how much more immature he could be around me sometimes.

Taking my time to stroll over to the kitchen and lean against the counter of the kitchen, JJ, who had been oddly silent and not greeting me with a bear hug as he normally would, wasted no time in lifting his stare to meet mine.

It looked like he and his honorary movie night invitee were preparing a bowl of popcorn and drinks.

“Hey.” I said, jutting my head up in a small greeting as I leaned my elbows against the rough surface of the counter.

But JJ didn’t have time to reply before the girl was answering in a cheery tone, her demeanor and personality doing a complete 180 from what I saw just hours ago. “Hi!” She squealed. “I’m Angela. We met earlier?” She asked as if it was a real question, obviously knowing it was me she had seen in her less than put together state in my seat- the passenger seat of JJ’s truck.

She began to round the corner to get closer to me, dusting her hands off against each other, until she was mere inches in front of me. I moved to lean off of the counter with an odd expression etched all over my face. I wasn’t a fan of new, and frankly uninvited, people — especially kooks.

But having a closer look at Angela now, I could see now that she wasn’t just some kook. No, she was some kook that I’d seen around school tormenting all the pogues in her grade. Despite being a kook, she went to Kildare High with the rest of us. And I was 90 percent sure she ran in the posse run by the girl who tried to punk me during gym that later landed me in a holding cell.

So this little miss perfect, happy go lucky act that she was bombarding me with suddenly filled my entire being with disgust. I couldn’t hide the unamused and rather uninviting expression in my face.

And I wasn’t just treating this girl this way because she had slept with the guy I had a thing for. My best friend. She just stuck around too long for my liking. I’m actually friends with one or two of the girls JJ has had a night with. How? I couldn’t tell you. It just happened. But Angela here swayed me the wrong way the second I saw her. Maybe it was my gut all along, trying to stir up the exact memory that I hadn’t exactly committed but suddenly made itself known again.

I was stuck in my head but was quickly pulled out of it when I saw she was going in for a hug. Before I could stop her she was encasing me in her arms. It didn’t last long before I was shimmying the girl off of me.

She hesitantly let me go, her hands still resting on my shoulders which I swiftly brushed off. I shrugged and sent her an effortless, half-assed smile. “Not much of a hugger.”

I could see JJ tilt his head and speak before he could think. “Since when?”

My annoyed gaze snapped to his in an instant, my face contorting in mild anger. “Since you started trying to integrate your one-night stands into our friend group.” All three of us went silent. John B and Pope too caught up in their own conversation to even hear ours. I could hear Angela scoff and saw her retreat back around the counter to stand next to JJ.

“Y/n.” He said firmly, not knowing where this sudden agitation came from.

I chuckled bitterly before running both of my hands down my face. “I’m gonna get some air.” I muttered, leaving the two of them behind me as I walked by John B and Pope.

“Where are you going?” Pope piped up inquisitively.

“Outside.” Was all I said as I stepped foot onto the back porch, the flimsy door making a loud noise as it shut behind me.

I sat myself down on the steps of the wooden platform, my legs stretched out in front of me crossed over one another as I let my thoughts wander.

I don’t even know why I’m so worked up about this. Technically, I just assumed JJ liked me. He never said he did but all of the signs were there. And yeah, I get that I’m at fault too but this is so hard to manage. I know why I haven’t acted on anything.

I don’t want to jeopardize my relationship with my brother. Pope always had a hard time making friends and the pogues were like our home away from home. They’d stuck by us through thick and thin and I didn’t want to complicate that, for him or myself. And beginning something with JJ? Well, that was a sure-fire way to complicate things.

But in protecting my brother I was hurting myself. As conceited as it may sound, I knew if I said the word that JJ would be with me. Same with me, if I’m being honest with myself. All he had to do was say that he wanted me and he could have me.

But now, I’m not so certain. With him bringing this girl around, one who reminds me eerily of myself? I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. And maybe I was being a bitch to her because I knew she wasn’t half the saint she was pretending to be. But most of it was the fact that we were so similar, yet JJ was fooling around with her.

It was making me, truthfully, see some insecurities in myself. Trying to pinpoint what was so drastically different between us that he picked her in one night. What was she displaying that I lacked? And for me, someone who found themselves to be relatively self-assured and confident, it was a hard pill to swallow.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew he picked her because she reminded him of me in some sense. But as I said previously, if JJ wanted me he could have me. Not some weird ass, carbon copy of me. Was he as scared as I was? Of hurting Pope? Was this his way of finding some kind of loophole around that? And if it was…was it working?

Suddenly, I heard the front door of The Chateau close. The cheery, unmistakable voices of Kiara and Sarah booming. A small smile came to my face as I took a deep breath and stood up to head inside.

And it seemed I had re-entered the home at just the right time, seeing Kie squeal my name and run up to Angela, bear hugging the girl from behind with her hands around her neck.

And, honestly, I had noticed before but when you couldn’t see her face, even I thought she was me. Angela had her back turned as she poured the drink into the glass, Kie making her spill it slightly on the counter. I could see JJ try to reach his hand out and warm the cheerful girl but it was too late.

“What the hell?!” Angela screeched, slamming the can down and turning as she pushed Kie off of her. Angela had soda on her top and was eyeing Kiara with a death glare.

“I thought you were…” Kie trailed, her eyes searching for me before they found me standing at the door in the back of the house watching this whole thing unfold as the house fell relatively silent.

She stared at me briefly before whipping back to the fuming, soda-covered girl in the kitchen. “Who are you?” Kie asked with her eyebrows furrowed, A stunned Sarah standing right behind her, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows raised, holding a bag full of candy and chips.

“I’m JJ’s girlfriend. Who the hell are you?” Angela spat back and JJ’s eyes went wide, I mean extremely wide. He suddenly put his hands up and backed away from the girl as if she had burned him, shaking his head.

“Woah, woah,” He looked around to gauge our reactions, that’s when he caught sight of me by the door. It almost seemed like he was speaking to me, and me only, when he opened his mouth again. “She is not my girlfriend.”

Angela swiftly redirected her fiery gaze from Kiara to JJ. “Oh, I’m not? After you slept with me and drove me home?”

JJ looked utterly confused, as did the rest of us. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl. “You asked if I could take you home. I could, so I did. Doesn’t make you my girlfriend.”

“Then why did you invite me here?” She spoke defensively.

“I didn’t…” He trailed off frustratedly. “You caught me at the gas station when I was picking up the sodas, asked where I was going and when I told you, you hopped in my truck and said ‘count me in’. I didn’t invite you here, you invited yourself.” He explained. “I didn't wanna be an asshole and turn you down. I honestly had no intentions of ever seeing you again.”

This elicited a laugh from John B that he quickly covered up with a cough when Angela looked at him. She laughed bitterly. “Y’know what…” She muttered, snatching her purse and phone off of the counter. “That’s fine by me. I don’t know what I was thinking coming to this shit hole on this side of town anyway. Hope you pathetic ass losers have fun watching your little movie.” She quarreled.

“Will do.” I shot back at her with a lazy, two-finger, mock salute that came off as more of a wave and a smug smile, her gaze whipping to mine as she curled her lip and elicited a sound of disgust. She swiftly walked out the front door without another glance back, making an effort to slam the door behind her that had John B calling out in desperation.

“Could you be careful? I just fixed the hinges!”

With Angela gone, along with her brewing storm of rage, the house was still.

“Well,” Sarah spoke, shaking the bag of goods in her hand for us to see. “show's over. Can we start the movie?

The room broke into an infectious laughter as we grabbed our snacks, drinks, and rushed to the couch to start our marathon.

I DON’T REMEMBER WHEN WE ALL FELL ASLEEP. All I knew was that I woke up, my head on Kie’s lap and her head on Pope’s shoulder. John B and Sarah entwined with one another, so much so that you couldn’t tell where he started and she ended.

Sitting up slowly with a quiet groan, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The sun seemed to have risen not too long ago, casting an orange hue over the sleeping figures in the living room.

Though, one of them was missing.

It wasn’t even seconds before my sore eyes spotted him across The Chateau, in the kitchen, hunched over the counter with his elbows on top of the surface, head in his hands with a glass of water next to him.

Standing from the couch, my sock-clad feet made a soft pattering noise as I made my way over to him. The tired blonde looked up from his hands when he sensed my shadow looming over him, me leaning my own elbows against the counter as I stood across from him on the opposite side.

“Mornin’, blondie.” I chirped, although my voice was still mildly raspy.

“Don’t start.” He spoke exhaustedly.

“What d’you mean?”

“Don’t bring up what went down last night.” He demanded in a tired tone. His gaze shifted to look me in the eyes directly. “I can see it in your mischievous little eyes. I don’t wanna hear it.”

I sighed over-dramatically and stretched my hands out across the counter-top. “Well,” I drawled. “When you are ready to talk, and by talk I mean finally admit that you’ve harbored an enormous crush on me for years, then I’ll be outside.” I saw his eyes go wide and flicker to the sleeping figures on the sofa, specifically Pope’s. “It’s your move, blondie.”

And with that, I was making my way out of the kitchen area and through the back door of The Chateau.

IT WASN’T LONG UNTIL THE SOUND OF THE CREAKY SCREEN DOOR SHUTTING WAS HEARD BEHIND ME AS I SAT ON THE STEPS OF THE PORCH. It could’ve only been a mere 5 minutes after my vague bomb-drop in the kitchen with JJ.

The Outer Banks breeze hit me almost immediately after I walked out of the door and I plopped myself down on the worn, wooden steps without caution as I waited. And it wasn't long before my waiting was over.

I caught sight of the sleeveless tank and ruffled, blonde hair as he sat down next to me. A small smile made its way onto my face, for a reason I simply could not explain. It wasn’t long before I spoke, not wanting to waste time.

“I’ll admit, I was confused at first.” I started, looking ahead at the beach in front of me. “I thought we had something. A little brother’s best-friend, forbidden romance, will-they-won't-they type thing goin’ on, y’know?”

At this he snorted. “You’re ridiculous, y’know that?” He joked, side-eyeing me with a small smile.

“But then,” I dragged, dipping my head to the side to look at him. “You fell back into a terrible habit. That habit being using sex to distract yourself from your life problems.” I spoke honestly. Bluntly. I saw his smile fall slightly at my veracity. “But something was different. I just hadn’t connected the pieces yet. But what stuck out the most was your choice of hook up. She seemed familiar. Too familiar.”

I paused, letting him catch up to what I was hinting at.

“She reminded me of myself. Physically, anyway.” I shrugged. “Now, call me overly-confident, whatever — but you chose the worst replacement ever-” I began with a cringe.

“Oh my god-” He groaned, running his hands down his face with a low chuckle. “Really? That’s where your head’s at? Seriously-”

“Uh, yeah, seriously.” I started, an astonished expression plastered on my features. “She was a bitch. And she only really looked like me when you couldn’t see her face.” I muttered in mock-offense, that was somewhat authentic.

We laughed for a beat before letting it fall into silence, replaced by the sound of the water hitting the shore from afar and the wind whipping by.

“So, what now? You basically told me everything that I could've said. Why did you want to talk out here?” He asked casually, trying to hide his nerves that shone through his leg that was bouncing furiously. I put my hand on his knee gently to halt the rapid movement.

“It’s simple, really,” I started, a hint of roguery behind my eyes. “I want to hear it from you. All of it.” I declared.

His eyes scanned mine, going from one to the other to assess my seriousness — more so, if I was in fact asking him to admit how he felt about me. When, I assume, he found no trace of humor or trickery, he took a deep breath and looked out in front of him.

And although I wouldn’t let it show on my features, my heart was racing furiously behind my chest. I could hear it.

“You’re... right. For the most part, anyway.” He kicked off his statement. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while now. It started as a small crush, I thought you were cute and feisty and we got along. I thought it would go away because all crushes do, or at least that’s what I thought. So when a year passed and nothing had changed, I knew I was in for it.”

He paused to pace himself, looking down at the hand I had yet to remove from his knee and placing his own on top of it.

“It was my freshman year when Pope caught me staring at you a little too hard, giving me the typical ‘gross, that’s my sister’ spill.” He mocked, prompting both of us to chuckle. “Then, John B made the stupid ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking’ rule and it seemed like the world was working against me. And when it came to thought of us alone, no rules or brothers in mind, I just thought we were too…different.” He said with a frown.

“I had a random hook-up every weekend, chicks coming up asking if I remembered them or even their names and you were always on about how all you wanted was one person who would stick with you through anything and I just thought that I couldn’t be that for you. So, I told myself that I’d let you go, or try to. But it was so much harder than I thought it would be. There’s nothing you could do that could make me stop loving you, and I realized that. Angela…was a mistake, to say the least. She was the closest thing I could find to you without her being you and that wasn’t nearly enough. She looked a little bit like you, sure, but she was selfish, rude as fuck, and she did not think I was funny, like at all. Kinda hurt my ego, not gonna lie.” He joked.

“I’m in love with you. And I should’ve said it sooner.” He spoke gently, finally meeting my eyes with his own. They were shining with vulnerability, a rare form of it I had never seen from him.

I didn’t know what to say. I had coaxed this long, honest confession out of him and was too stunned to speak. Although, I had a few words on the tip of my tongue. “I love you, too.”

It was so much of a whisper I barely heard it myself. But the second a bright grin broke out on his face, I knew he’d heard it. And before I could process his actions, his lips were against mine in an instant.

I was about to kiss him back but the logical side of me pushed him away before I could. My hands on his shoulders with my eyes blown wide. “We can’t. Pope, he's…this isn’t-”

His hands pulled mine from his shoulder so he could hold them. “Pope will be fine. I know he’s your brother, he’s my best friend, but you have to make a choice for you.” He reassured me firmly.

I was silent, looking into his eyes as I weighed my options. Although, I knew there was only one I was going to choose.

Pope would get over it.

I took JJ off guard when I crashed my lips into his this time. His hands coming up to cradle both sides of my face as my own trailed up the length of his chest. I could feel him smile smally into the kiss before he murmured something between us. “Good choice.”

There was nothing else in that moment, except us.

And the random camera shutter we both seemed to have heard as we pulled away with confused expressions and swollen lips. Looking over towards the door, there stood a grinning Kiara and Sarah leaning against the door frame. Kiara’s phone in her hand, held up landscape-style as we caught sight of it just as the flash went out.

Her eyebrows rose and she threw out a hand towards us. “Oh, by all means, please continue. I just needed a photo for the scrapbook I’m making for your wedding where I'm obviously gonna be your maid of honor.” She smiled sweetly with a wink before turning on her heels and going back inside.

Sarah shrugged with a smile and pointed a finger, wiggling it between the both of us. “I did not see this coming, at all, by the way.” She claimed before squinting her eyes playfully. “But I kind of like it. Okay, I’m leaving now.” She said before following Kiara inside.

I sighed harshly as JJ tried to hold in a laugh. “It’s not funny.” I reprimanded, although my expression was full of humor itself.

JJ slid his arm across my shoulders to tug me into him, kissing the top of my forehead.

“Oh and small warning,” I started, looking up at him. “You let another person, girl or guy, sit in my seat in your truck again or call me 'kiddo'? I’ll demolish it in the worst way you've ever seen. I'm talking 'Before He Cheats' style and then some.” I spoke threateningly with a smile on my face.

“Noted.” He smiled adoringly, even though I had just threatened to utterly decimate his vehicle. I rolled my eyes at him but snuggled closer into his side as we sat in comfortable silence.

“JJ WHY DOES KIE HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING MY SISTER?!” Pope’s voice boomed from all the way inside the home, his heavy and rapid footsteps approaching the door causing JJ to jump from his place beside me and nearly tumble down the steps as he skipped down them.

When Pope came outside he looked at me. Sitting on the steps, unbothered for the most part but a hint of amusement that he could only spot in my face. “You kissed him?!” He asked as if he couldn’t believe it. But in all honesty? He didn’t even look upset, not really.

I was one-hundred percent sure he was just trying to be a protective older brother.

Then his gaze whipped to JJ who looked apprehensive. “You kissed my sister?”

JJ put a hand on top of his head to act as a shield from the sun as he looked around. “It’s really nice outside. We should surf today. And the water? Oh man, the water looks amazing.” He tried to deflect in a ramble.

Then Pope was bolting down the stairs as JJ ran off, both of them kicking up sand in their wake. “I’m gonna kill you and her next!”

At that, my brows furrowed and I stood from the steps to lean over the railing and watch them run around like chickens. “Why me?!” I called in offense, throwing my hands out. A smile breaking out when Pope tackled JJ to the ground and they wrestled before breaking out into a fit of giggles themselves.

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spliffymae · 2 years

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HIDE , a virtual anthology.

"think i found my soulmate, yeah i know this."

⚠️ prior to reading, just know my main character will always be black (unapologetically, at that).

MINORS DNI !!

𓆉𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧

SHOWS & MOVIES .

your family’s favorite, rio (good girls)

a fallen king, rafe cameron (obx)

lick back, angel reyes (mayans mc)

ANIME .

　★　*　　　　　aot°　　　　🛰 　°·　　

sasha

bestfriend!sasha braus

jean

collegejock!jean kirstein headcanons

shoulda, coulda, woulda, teacher!jean kirstein x blackfem!reader

connie

unforgettable, college!connie springer x blackfem!reader

musicproducer!connie headcanons

ony

rapper!ony headcanons

　★　*　　　　　jjk°　　　　🛰 　°·　　

sukuna

barber!sukuna headcanons

nanami

take a hint, nanami x blackfem!reader

　★　*　　　　　bnha °　　　　🛰 　°·　　

girldad!bakugo headcanons

　★　*　　　　　haikyuu°　　　　🛰 　°·　　

nobody has to know, a.ojiro

　★　*　　　　　series °　　　　🛰 　°·　　

yours, mine, & ours, ex!series

#🌞🍃spliffymae #anime x black!reader #rafe cameron x black! reader #toji x black reader #haikyu x black reader #jj maybank x black!reader #mayans x black reader #one piece x black reader #aot x black reader #nba x black!reader #smut writing #x black reader #fanfic #lovers #angst #fluff #bnha x black!reader #naruto x black reader #jjk x black reader

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phoniexrose02 · 2 years

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Vanilla Brown Pound

JJ Maybank x Black!Reader

Smutt❤️‍🔥🍃

You'd hardly been in town a week and you were already in some shit, Fuckin' Rafe...

"You know he could ruin your life right?" You look over to the blonde boy his wide smile catching your gaze." it's better than him pressuring that girl into something he can use against her later" you say finally lighting a blunt."You wanna Hit? You seem pretty cool" he quickly snagged it from you before sitting next to you in the sand."Your New Here, What brings you to this Dump?" You cross your Legs watching the Water Crash against the shore."heard there was a party thought i could meet some cool people, instead I made a Name for myself" He Nudges you slightly with a smile."But you did make a friend, JJ " he held out his hand the Blunt between his fingers. You smiled taking his hand."Y/n Nice to meet you"

The two of you kinda just hit it off after that Night. You'd Meet up at the beach where'd you'd just hang.

"Y/n/n did you see that!" John B was his best friend so of course JJ would invite you to watch them Surf." Of Course JBean!" You happily waved to the Boys.

"Hehe JBean..." JB gigged watching his Friend Blush like a Tomato."Shut up Man"

"She's Definitely feeling you Tho, I think you should go for it" He watched his Friend stare at you almost in a Trance."Your basically Burning Holes threw her" He sighed Swimming back to shore."I mean...You Bring her everywhere,Pogues Love her, I mean she smokes more than you the two of you are basically Made for each other" He watches you Flip threw your Book your Curls perfectly covering your eyes and small Joint hanging from your Lips.

"She's a Prize"

His attention didn't go unnoticed, you'd had a thing for the boy since he'd talk to you on that's beach.

"JJ... JJ!" Hm? "You wanna hit this or??" He plops down next to you snagging it from your fingers."I'll talk to you two later" you slowly get up stretching your limps."yea I think I should head out too" JJ let out a Sigh of defeat."Oh come on Y/n/n we barely hung!" You fold your beach towel thinking for a bit."Wanna come back to my place?" His face lit up like a Puppy "Sure."

He wasn't expecting you to lead him to a small Rv, You walk inside and he followed close behind."Welcome to my living Space Maybank" he sat on your floor still Chiefing your joint."you should have invited me sooner your Place is amazing it really fits you" You smile turning some Soft Music and sitting In front of him."I know This is my Home Away from Home it's good to have you here your the first to see my home"

Before the two of you knew it was Night and the both of you were Fried out of your minds."What are you thinking about?" You lazily ask him."Want me to be honest?" You nod and he shuffles a bit closer."I'm wondering what those beautiful legs would feel like around me" you Sit up and climb into his lap."What you down with the swirl now Pretty Boy?" His Sheepish smile made you Melt like Butter.

"Who said I wasn't Princess"

He sat up onto his Elbows finally sealing the deal with a kiss, Long awaited but satisfying. You Grind hips Earning a Pleased Groan from the Man."Don't start something you can't finish Babe" His Face was basically between your thighs before you could proper response.

Your legs quiver as JJ spares no mercy on your sensitive clit, he groaned happily as you pulled on his hair." Not yet pretty girl I'm not done with you yet" he sat up quickly pulling your body to the edge of the bed, you wrap your legs around him as he lined myself up."You sure this is ok?" You Grab a chunk of his hair pulling him down to your level "J if you don' fuck me right now I'm gonna lose my mind" he shivered at your words as you nibble on his earlobe, he slowly pushed in letting out a soft groan as he bottomed out in your walls.

"Oh fuck" he rest his head in the Croak of your neck as he began to thrust. You moaned quietly in his Ear, as he quickened his pace your vehicle slowly starts to shake."Don' stop J, I'm so close!" he bites his lip happy to obey your every need. He pulls you closer as he pounds into you using his Free hand to Rub at your Clit. You become a moaning mess as your nails Dig into his back your Release growing Near. Your walls squeeze him Tightly earnings a Loud Groan from Him as he spills his load into you. He lays on top of you as you both do you best to catch your breathe. He raised his head only to meet your gaze."That was Fuckin' Amazing" you giggle playful shoving him off.

"Oh you thought that was Good wait till I'm on Top~"

Bonus 🌹

"She fucked you up good" John B Laughed as the Pogues examined all the Hickeys and scratches. Pope ran his hand over his back in shock." You look like you faught a wild animal"

"Oh Yea, bet she's a real Wild Animal huh JBean?" JJ smiled proudly Shoving his Cackling Friend off the Boat.

🟧⬛

Tell me how I did :3

#jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #Vanilla Brown Pound #jj maybank x black!reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybanks x black reader #black reader

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natti-ice · 1 month

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18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

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randommultifandomrants · 1 day

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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baurbiediv · 9 months

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hate to be lame masterlist

⤷ part one

⤷ part two

⤷ part three

⤷ part four

⤷ finale

#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fluff #outer banks imagine #outer banks #jj maybank x black!reader #jj maybank x reader #black!fem!reader #black!reader #obx imagine #obx fic #obx fanfiction #jj obx #obx

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ipetite69 · 1 month

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hiiiii, i don't know if you do moodboards for jj maybank but if you do, could you please do one with him and black!baddie!reader

I'm obsessed with the moodboards of yours i've seen, absolutely and completely

xxx

hello gorgeous! sorry it took so long but i just saw your request today 😭 anyways, here's my attempt of this concept, hope you like it!

and thank you sm for your kind words, they mean the world to me ❤️🥹 i get so happy when people like my moodboards and i appreciate you all sm xoxo

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#jj maybank x black!reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x black!fem!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine

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harryspet · 4 months

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bambi eyes (5) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, obx special guest appearances, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: Will tag people later, for now I must sleep :) Enjoy!

word count: 3.9k

In which Rafe loosens his leash, but actions come with consequences.

Rafe told you to get dressed and to wait at the front of the house. Truthfully, you liked it better when Rafe picked out your outfits. That way, you knew exactly what looked good on you and that you wouldn’t make some kind of fashion faux pas. You decided on a pink fitted top, a matching skirt, and an adorable pair of brown boots Rafe bought you for Christmas. You completed your look with a bow at the top of your hair and an array of colorful bracelets you put on each arm.

You spent a while watching men in dark clothes walk the perimeter of the yard and through the forest on the sides of the property. At first, you were quite scared to see them, but Rafe explained that they worked for him. This led you to ask even more questions. Weren’t they cold out there? We should offer them some snacks? Could I make them cookies? Rafe shut down your curiosity quickly, emphasizing that you were not to say a word to any of them.

When the door to the enclosed porch opened, you expected to see Rafe. You closed your drawing book and turned your head to greet him. Instead, Rafe’s friend Barry greeted you. You’d heard them going back and forth all morning, usually, their conversations were tense, but you assumed they must’ve come to some type of agreement. At the sight of you, he smiled, flashing his gold tooth.

“Country Club’s little princess,” He sang, “How are you, baby?”

You smiled nervously, still not super used to being around others. It had been a few months now since Rafe brought you to Tannyhill and almost all of your social interaction had been with Rafe and Lana.

“I’m good, I . . . how are you?”

He walked in front of you, his hands behind his back as he looked you over, “Oh I’m just peachy. Whatchu got there?”

You glanced back towards the door, wondering if Rafe was far behind him. Looking back down at your lap, you said, “I was just drawing a little bit. Rafe told me to wait here–”

“Drawing, huh? You an artist?” Your eyes tilted back up to him.

“Not an artist,” You said quickly, “I just like to . . .”

“What kind of stuff do you draw?” He asked, and you sensed sincerity in his tone, “You know, I used to draw a lot when I was in school. Nothing serious, but I couldn’t help it; my mind would just wander, and then my paper would have a bunch of doodles on it.”

He kneeled down in front of you, and you hesitated for a moment before you opened the book. You showed him your page of doodles. You drew a lot of what you saw, including doodles of Rafe, and things you saw around Tannyhill, “That’s Lana, ain’t it?” You nodded, “Impressive. Most people ain’t good at drawing faces. Not you though.”

“Thank you,” You said, “You don’t draw anymore?”

He shook his head, “Not very often. I should.”

You agreed, “You should. Sometimes, Rafe will draw with me. Well, mainly we’ll color together. He likes it when there’s already a picture, so he doesn’t have to come up with it himself.”

“He’s pretty bad at it, anyways, ain’t he?” Unexpectedly, a giggle left your lips, and you raised your book to cover the bottom of your face.

“I should go look for him–” You made a move to escape, but Barry placed both his hands on the arms of your chair, effectively trapping you.

Barry hadn’t touched you, but you felt you might get in trouble just for laughing at his joke, “You don’t like my company or something?” You shook your head immediately.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant . . .”

“You’re sweet; I can see why he likes you,” Barry held his eyes on you and you felt the skin on your face heat up with embarrassment, “You know, you ever get tired of him, or he pisses you off – which he will, then you can call me. We can run away together.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t have a phone.”

Barry smirked at that, “Ask anyone on this island who Barry is, and they’ll point you in the right direction.”

Running away with Barry was the last thing you wanted to do. Rafe had his bad days but you hadn’t considered trying to leave. Barry also barely knew you but you decided to think positively. Afterall, Rafe trusted Barry. You assumed his intentions must be good, “Okay,” You agreed, “When you come back next, maybe you can show me some of your drawings.”

“You want to see them. Really?”

“Yes,” You said, “It’s only fair.”

Barry nodded, “You make a good point. I gotta come back soon and try more of your desserts. That cake you made … I ain’t tasted nothing better.”

“You have to,” You rushed out excitedly, “Rafe and Lana say everything I make is great, I can’t tell if they’re honest.”

“I’m as honest as they come, sweetheart,” You grinned at that, “A good friend is honest.”

“You want to be my friend?”

“I mean, only if you want me to.”

“I do.”

“Don’t tell Rafe though–”

Your conversation was interrupted when the poor door opened, and Rafe appeared, “Don’t tell Rafe what?” His gaze was sharp, and luckily, it was mostly directed at Barry. You watched as Barry stood and stepped back from you.

“Nothing man, we were just talking about about Kildare. You’re going to let me help show her around, right?”

Rafe’s brooding look turned to amusement, “She’s not gonna step foot on your side of the island. Thanks for the offer though.”

There was an awkward silence, and you felt some tension building until Barry finally said, “Alright, I’ll see you soon, Bambi,” You waved as he turned on his heel, “Rafe.”

Rafe watched as Barry walked out the front door before he held out his hand, summoning you. You hurried from your chair, moving in closer before you grabbed ahold of his hand. It was his cue to you that he would be leading you somewhere, and you were expected to follow.

“He touch you?” Rafe asked, leading you out the same door. You watched as Barry pulled around the horseshoe driveway in his sports car. He walked you to his large truck, opening the passenger door, “Bambi.”

“Uh …no,” You stared.

Suddenly, you were the furthest from Tannyhill’s front door than you’d ever been.

“Good, get in, Bambi.”

“I’m leaving . . . you’re leaving with me in the car? Your car? Right now? Today?”

“Yeah,” He said, unsure of himself, “Get in; I’m already starting to change my mind.”

You jumped in excitement, “Really? Where are we going?” Rafe helped you as you started to climb in. He leaned over you, fastening your seatbelt for you, “You aren’t taking me back, right?”

“No, sweet girl,” Rafe assured you, “As far as where we’re going, it’s a surprise.”

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you settled into your seat. As you pulled past the gates at the end of the long driveway and onto the road, you couldn’t help but feel like all your faith in Rafe had paid off.

“Who’s that, Daddy?” You asked, noticing a black car that had also pulled out of Tannyhill and was following closely behind.

“No one, Bambi,” He brushed your question off, “So, uh, what were you two talking about? You and Barry?”

Your eyes were focused on the huge trees that hung over the road, beautifully dripping green moss from it’s branches. Between the trees, you saw huge mansions with big gates and long drives just like Tannyhill.

“Drawing,” You said briefly, “He said he would show me some of his work.”

“He’s full of shit.”

You turned to Rafe who was gripping the wheel with one hand, “Daddy … I don’t like it when you curse.”

“Bambi, I–” He held his tongue, sighing before he reached over to place his other hand on your thigh, “I’m sorry, sometimes work makes me lose focus. What I mean is that Barry is my friend but … he likes to mess with me, you know? So he might say something to you knowing that it would bother me.”

“He seemed like he meant it,” You said, “Would it bother you if we were friends?”

“Guys and girls can’t really be friends,” Rafe explained, “Especially not with little girls like you, okay?”

“But why–”

“Because I’m telling you right now. I appreciate that you are kind to Barry but he wouldn’t be a good friend to you. If I’m going to protect you, and as your Daddy, I should have a say in who your friends are.”

You opened your mouth to argue but quickly shut it. It didn’t make much sense to you why men and women couldn’t be friends. Why would Barry offer to be your friend if it wasn’t appropriate? You supposed that you never had any male friends before, and most men you’d been around wanted a similar thing from you, “Maybe you’re right, Daddy.”

You drove over bridges with water on both sides of the road and through more neighborhoods with huge houses. Fifteen minutes into your drive, you arrived at an area with a grocery store and lots of stores that you assumed were also for shopping.

Rafe pulled his truck in front of one of the storefronts. You unbuckled your seatbelt, sitting up further in your seat so you could read the sign, “Fig . . uuure eight …ball …it.”

“Ballet,” Rafe corrected you, “Figure eight Ballet Company.”

Confusion spread over your features, “I looked into it; they have adult classes for beginners. I thought it might be something fun for you to do once a week.”

“Me?” You pointed to your chest, “Dance classes?”

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay,” Rafe rushed out, “It’s good exercise, and you can also do it at home. And it’s a chance to meet friends, friends that are girls, preferably.”

“Oh,” When you looked at Rafe, it seemed like he was desperately trying to read your expression, “I’d be so nervous. And I wouldn’t be good at it.”

“I think people just do it for fun and to learn something new. And I wouldn’t just leave; I would walk you in and pick you up. Not today; I just wanted to take you by and see what you thought.”

“... It could be really fun …”

“And you’d make quite the adorable ballerina.”

“Maybe I could try one class . . . and if I liked it, you would take me every week?”

“Every week, as long as you continue to be a good girl,” Your nervousness started to melt away into excitement the longer you thought about it, “And while we’re out, I thought we could do some shopping. My research has informed me you’re going to need shoes, tights, a leotard, and a skirt.”

You practically leaped over the center console to hug him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy!”

Rafe pulled you in close, “Anything for you, sweet girl.”

Rafe didn’t need to get his hands dirty anymore; he could hire people to protect him or kill for him. As he settled into his new life with you, he started to miss some of the adventures he experienced in his early 20s and late teens. There were no more brawls or treasures to steal. He hadn’t realized he needed an outlet for the negative energy that seemed to boil up inside of him sometimes. Now, what he knew is that he needed to keep that side of him as far away from you as possible.

Killing JJ would’ve satisfied that part of him that has been begging to come out of him for years. He would’ve felt a rush like no other, power and control that he hadn’t felt in so long. He hadn’t brought himself to do it yet, teetering on that line between sanity and insanity. The Pogue was always a good competitor, and Rafe wasn’t surprised that he was still fighting. Rafe liked that about JJ.

Still, Rafe wanted to see him break, and he was patient enough to wait for it.

“What would you do to see her again?” Rafe asked as he kneeled over JJ’s bruised and battered body.

The pogue coughed, and blood-spattered on the boat cabin’s floor.

The silent treatment followed, but Rafe was used to talking to himself, “I know she’s not over you, but how long do you think she’ll wait before she moves on? Six months? A year? I mean, she’s a wild one; I’m sure she won’t want to stick around this place for much longer.”

“Fuck you, Rafe,” JJ’s favorite words.

“Maybe you just don’t love her like I thought you did,” Rafe taunted, “I mean if you did, you’d be groveling at my feet, right?”

JJ’s eyes pinched tight as Rafe’s words sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

The silent treatment followed again, and Rafe considered what his next steps might be. Removing limbs? That could be fun for a while, but if he hadn’t surrendered at this point, what would make him crack?

“Fine,” Rafe looked down at his bloody knuckles, “I won’t bother you anymore today, but I do have something I want you to contemplate in your hours of silence. Consider the idea that I let you go, and you see Kie again instead of bleeding out here and your body being chopped into pieces. I want you to think, and I mean really think, about what you might do to make that happen. And don’t think of it as sacrificing your morals or making a deal with the devil … think of it as securing your future, okay?”

Rafe tapped his hand against JJ’s sore cheek before he stood and left. He heard no quippy comeback from the Pogue. At least Rafe had successfully beat that out of him.

Rafe’s eyes snapped open and was awakened from his sleep when he felt a soft finger poking at his cheek, “Wha…” Groggily, he reached to turn on his bedside lamp and found you, dressed in a onesie that made you look like a brown bear, standing beside his bed, a sniffling mess, “Hey, w-what’s wrong?”

Immediately, Rafe reached out to grab you, and you proceeded to climb onto his large bed, “I-I had a scary dream,” You hiccuped, “Y-You sent me away a-and I was alone again and Master he was so mad at me b-because I-I didn’t make you h-happy–”

Rafe shushed you, pulling you into him, “It wasn’t real, okay? Look, you’re here with me right now.”

“It felt real,” You whimpered, and Rafe’s lips pulled into a thin line of frustration. He wanted you happy, and he wanted to give you much more than you ever had, and it pained him that you thought he might hurt you in that way.

“I . . . I wouldn’t ever do that, Bambi,” He brushed tears from your cheeks and caressed your face, “I’d fu- … I’d rather die than let you go. And I’d kill anyone that tried to take you from me. Anyone, okay?”

“You’ve hurt people before,” It wasn’t a question; Rafe could see it was an observation she’d made.

“Yes,” He admitted, “But I haven’t hurt you, have I?”

“You saved me.”

Rafe nodded, “That’s right, sweet girl. I saved you. I’ve hurt people, yes, but I-I’m not a cruel person. I wouldn’t do something like that. And you make me so happy.”

Rafe watched as you blinked away your tears and tried to stop yourself from frowning, “What if I don’t always make you happy?”

“You make me happy by breathing,” Rafe tried to assure you, “You’re smart and beautiful, and you deserve nice things. I never had anyone in my life that made me feel like I deserved anything. I never even felt like I deserved to be loved. I don’t want you to ever feel like that.”

“I love you, Rafe,” You were trying to reassure him now, and Rafe was grateful. He loved those words on your lips, and he felt in his heart that you meant them, “And . . . I like being loved by you. So much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Rafe felt you press your forehead against his before you pressed your lips softly against his, “Thank you . . . for everything. Uhm, did I scare you?”

“No, no,” Rafe’s mind was mostly on the thought of your lips, “I like being woken up by cute bears.”

Rafe pulled you in again for a kiss. Softly, your lips moved together, and Rafe explored your mouth with his tongue, slowly deepening the kiss. Rafe was already growing hard, and he cursed in his mind, frustrated by how easily you got him going.

“You still sore from earlier?” He asked.

“A little bit,” You spoke shyly, “You were kinda rough…”

Rafe thought back to you, bent over the arm of the couch, taking you deep, but that just made his cock ache even more.

“But I’ve trained that little hole well, haven’t I?” Rafe asked, pressing the length protruding from his boxers, against your stomach, “You can take more, okay?”

You nodded, although Rafe’s question was rhetorical. Rafe didn’t like you sad, but he certainly like seeing your teary face. Your pajamas were the cherry on top, including the convenient little flap on the back that allowed for easy access, “Turn around on your side, little girl,” Rafe commanded gruffly, “This will help you sleep.”

“Daddy…” You whined as you did exactly as Rafe ordered.

“Right here, not going anywhere,” Rafe pushed his crotch into your ass, bringing his lips close to your ear. He ground against you as he carefully pulled down the front zipper of your onesie. He needed to feel your nipples between his fingers, your breasts in his large hands. He also needed your pussy dripping for him, knowing he couldn’t fuck you when you were already sore without any lubrication. He reached into your onesie, finding your mound easily, and began to rub circles over your sensitive area, “Daddy needs you so badly.”

You squirmed, but you were tightly pressed against him. He teased you, moving back and forth from your clit to your breasts. He’d rub your breast until you were aching below, and when you started to feel close, he’d go back to teasing your nipples.

He got you to a point where you were so stimulated that you were already orgasming with three slow and deep strokes inside of you. You were convulsing around him, unable to contain your moans, but Rafe wrapped his hand around your mouth and continued to pump inside of you. It certainly wasn’t as rough as earlier, but Rafe could feel you squeezing him tighter, “You feel how happy you make me, Bambi?” Rafe grunted, “Daddy wouldn’t want to cum in any other pussy than yours — Jesus.”

Rafe finished inside of you. He hadn’t lost all of his energy, though, moving his hands back to your clit, as he filled you up. He didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and you were cumming again.

“Thank me.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” You spoke breathlessly.

Now that your Daddy was allowing you out of the house, there were new rules for you to learn. Of course, you weren’t allowed to talk to strangers unless they were girls you met at dance class. You had to go by Y/N, Y/L/N, and Rafe had given you an ID to carry around when you couldn’t be together. If anyone asked who you were to Rafe, you could just say that you were his girlfriend and you’d moved in with him a few months ago. That wasn’t far from the truth, so you didn’t imagine that would feel like lying.

A few days after he showed you the ballet company, he let you tag along to run errands with him. For most of the time you sat in the car, watching him pump gas, stop at different businesses, and shake hands with men who seemed amused by every word Rafe said. You noticed people tended to stare at him, especially as the two of you walked through the grocery store together.

“Did people always stare at you like this?”

“They used to stare at my Dad; he used to be the King of this place,” You nodded, twirling the ribbon in your hair as Rafe pushed the cart along, “I don’t think people expected me to come back.”

“Well, since you’re Dad is gone. I guess you’re the King now,” You flashed him a smile.

“Maybe so,” Rafe conceded.

“Oooh, look!” You pointed at something in the refrigerated section that caught your eye, and your feet were already moving towards it. As soon as you pulled open the glass door, you felt Rafe’s strong hands around your bicep, stopping you. You whipped back to see eyes narrowed at you and his serious face.

“You can’t just run away from me like that,” He snapped, “Jesus . . . don’t do that, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” You squeaked, “I just saw . . . they have so many types of iced coffee. They have peppermint, and caramel and mocha-”

“Coffee isn’t good for you.”

“You let me eat sweets all the time, and those aren’t good for me,” The words came out before you could stop them. You couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Rafe offered you the world, but at the same time, he controlled so many aspects of it.

You’d pissed him off; you could immediately see it in his face. His hand still on your arm, Rafe leaned closer to you, “You’re going to stand right next to the cart for the rest of the time we’re in here, and you’re not going to say another word, okay? I don’t want to hear it.”

You let the door go just as Rafe let your arm go. You crossed your arms, knowing you had no other choice than to keep your mouth closed. Rafe didn’t have much to say after that, and you let him brood on his own.

You were standing near the fresh produce; Rafe was picking out the vegetables that Lana had written on the grocery list when you saw a woman approaching your cart. She had caramel skin and pretty curls that were tamed by a messy bun on top of her head. She was holding a small shopping basket, but she didn’t seem to have any care for any of the items inside as she stomped closer to the two of you, red in her eyes.

“Rafe Cameron!” She didn’t seem even to perceive you as she stared Rafe down. You watched his reaction closely and how his contempt quickly switched from you to her.

“Kie, long time no see,” He didn’t express much emotion other than through his eyes, making him appear stoic.

The woman, Kie, didn’t hide any of her emotions, “I know what you did.”

“What’s that?” Rafe tilted his head.

“You know what exactly I’m talking about,” She pointed a finger at him, tears in her eyes, “Your day is coming–”

He proceeded to talk over her, “Hey, let your Mom and pops know Cameron Development is still interested in working with them. I have the perfect property for their next restaurant. I mean, an absolutely gorgeous spot.”

“Fuck you, Rafe,” You covered your mouth in shock.

“It was nice catching up with you too, Kie,” He winked as the woman walked away.

You watched as Rafe’s hands squeezed into a fist and then how tightly they wrapped around the cart’s handle.

“Daddy-”

“Let’s go, Bambi.”

“Rafe-”

“I didn’t want to hear it before; I definitely don’t want to hear your mouth now. Let’s go.”

You bit your tongue and fell back into step with him. You supposed a king couldn't be loved by all his subjects.

PART 6

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~dating jj maybank <3

— he’s very protective over you, you two like to spend most of your days at the beach smoking a joint cuddled up on the sand, drinking a cold beer. jj would do anything for you.

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A FALLEN KING.

synopsis: rafe cameron was the resident king of the kooks. a cocky little shit that had yet to meet his match. until one sola fredericks entered his life.

⚠️swearing, toxicity, violence, slight smut if you squint. lil bit of jjxblack!reader, reader is a badass, rafe is still rafe but tolerable (?)

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there was no doubt that rafe cameron walked around the outer banks like he owned it. didn't matter the territory—kook or pogue, rafe cameron owned it all. he ruled it all, and anyone who would be dumb enough to take it from him had another thing coming.

he was "king of the kooks". and while the name was meant to insult him, he relished in it. to be king of the people, his people. it was a satisfying feeling, warm and jovial. to be a leader, the leader, he couldn't want more.

or so he thought...

sola fredericks was an unexpected surprise, for rafe. the girl he would see at his sister's side all the time with the rest of her dirty pogue friends, he never really paid her any mind.

that is until one night at midsummers, where rafe was in an altercation with one jj maybank.

it stirred up quite the crowd, all young people breaking away from their parents to see the fight, to hear just how ruthless the insults would be.

pope stood behind jj along with john b, while topper and kelce did the same with rafe. it was a show of unity, each one there to support their friend. and god if things got physical, it would be never ending punches and profanities flying.

rafe wore a smirk on his face as he sized up jj, not thinking anything of him. his threats fell on deaf ears, his gaze was merely harmful, rafe was not phased in the slightest. and the pompous attitude he had only got jj hotter, so hot his fist clenched and as he was ready to pull back, to punch rafe first, a hand grabbed at his jaw, the figure standing between the two men.

"yo? i step away for how many seconds and you're gonna risk catching a charge over rafe cameron?" the voice was soft, but aggressive. rafe's eyes shifted from jj to the person between them, it was a girl dressed in the same uniform as jj. her back was to him, so he didn't see her face.

"fucking look at me, maybank." she all but growled, breaking the boy's hard glare from rafe cameron and landing on her own. rafe was curious, curious at what hold she seemed to have on the hothead.

maybank's fist opened, his fingers flexing as he retreated from his initial plan. his shoulders slumped and he no longer seemed to be on the defense.

the girl didn't let his jaw go until she knew for certain he was calm. it was a staring contest between them for a second, but she ultimately won.

"sola..." jj started, no doubt an excuse for his actions following suit. but the young woman shook her head.

"he's not worth it." she said with her eyes looking into his, silently begging him to be the bigger person and walk away. thankfully he conceded.

john b. and pope patting jj on the back and john b. throwing his arm over his shoulder to pull him away from the crowd is what got everyone to disperse, the de-escalation of the conflict signaling there was no fight to be had. well, almost everyone dispersed.

"so that freak maybank has a lil' girlfriend." is what leaves kelce's lips, followed by a chuckle. the comment had sola turning on her heels, showing her face to the three kooks.

rafe would admit that in that moment, where she walked up to him and his friends, he felt his breath get caught in his throat.

the young woman was beautiful to the cameron boy. even with the look to kill in her eyes, she was shorter than him, but not by a lot so he just had to drop his eyes to be eye to eye with her. the area they stood was poorly lit by a few tiki lights, so her facial details weren't properly shown. but from what rafe could see, she was gorgeous.

she gave him a once over, turning her attention to kelce and stepping into his space. "please don't think because of our social and gender differences, that i won't lay you flat out on this pavement. i'm not like jj, i'll stay and take the charge. beating the living shit out of you and your lil' kook asshats until all that's left to identify you is your overpriced, ugly ass suits." she fixed his suit jacket and tie, hiking the tie up so it begins to choke him.

"what the hell!" topper exclaimed, reaching forward to take her hands off his friend. she did so without his help and stepped back.

the smirk on rafe's face hadn't left, not even when his best friend was being choked by his own tie. something about the young woman had caught his attention.

"sola, right?...sarah's friend." his voice caught her attention, her eyes snapping to him and his face.

she didn't say anything, just looked back over to kelce—who was hunched over coughing with topper hitting his back, with a warning glare before turning on her heel and walking away.

"crazy fucking bitch." kelce utters out between coughs, loosening his tie completely to alleviate his airways.

rafe watched as the girl come face to face with his step mother, who was most likely scolding her for her actions. the young woman simply took off the apron she had around her waist and threw it at rose's feet, flipping her off as she walked away.

that was rafe's first interaction with sola frederick's. a person he didn't know would soon consume him. slowly but oh, so surely.

his second encounter with sola happened a week after the midsummers incident. she had been sleeping over at the cameron estate with sarah and kiara, having what sarah called 'a much needed girl's night'.

sola was dressed in an oversized steelers jersey, hair scarf around her freshly retwisted locs as she made her way down the long stairs to the kitchen. it was eleven at night, and everyone in the house had gone to their designated rooms for the night.

or so she assumed.

when her bare feet hit the cold marble of the kitchen floor, she was met with the man himself, rafe cameron, holding a can of beer in one hand and texting whoever on his phone in the other. he felt her presence and looked up to catch the girl grabbing a cup from the cabinet near her.

"so she makes house calls." he says calmly, using the opportunity to rake his eyes over her. he couldn't properly see her the last time they came in contact with each other—the dark night and poorly lit area making it hard for him to fully see her.

but his initial thought was true, she was beautiful. her skin was a rich brown, seeming to glow under the fluorescent lights. her neck and face were scattered with beauty marks, some under her eyes, on her jaw and her neck just below her ear. she was tall, taller than sarah and kiara, and her body...rafe's head filled with the most sinful of thoughts as he watched the hem of her jersey rise as she reached back up in a cupboard.

the woman gave him a once over again, turning back to fill her cup with water from the fridge's dispenser. she didn't speak, just kept her eyes on what she was doing and ignoring his presence.

rafe's jaw clenched at her disrespect. she was paying him no mind, and no one did that. even his sisters stupid pogue friends gave him the attention he wanted when provoking them, but sola did not.

and her silence sent him into his head, trying to remember if there was ever a time other than last week she interacted with him.

and how shocked was he to find there was none. the young woman would barely even glance at him, let alone speak to him. hell, she didn't even speak to him last week. he wasn't worth her words.

"he's not worth it." her words were like a siren in his ear, blaring and never ending. he was worthless to her, and it was shown in her lack of regard for him, for his presence.

sola grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the center of the island. rafe acted before thought and grabbed her wrist to stop her from possibly leaving the kitchen. had she left without so much as a scoff towards him he knew he'd be in his mind all night about it. wracking his brain as to why she wouldn't acknowledge him.

her eyes looked from his touch on her arm to his eyes, her silence as loud as words the way she grilled him. her body was warm, radiating a comforting heat rafe wanted to melt into. but her eyes were ice cold.

there was no words between the two, just silence and stares. he pulled her to him, the force of which getting her to spill some of the water in her cup on the floor.

"fucking hell." she said as the cold liquid got on her foot. she narrowed her eyes at rafe, now standing chest to chest with him, the apple in the hand of the wrist he held.

"what the hell do you want?" she asked in annoyance. rafe fought the urge to smile at her acknowledgement. she finally spoke to him. granted it was clear from her tone he was annoying the absolute shit out of her, but she spoke to him.

he stared at her, her face up close seeming to be more alluring. he noticed she had a beauty mark on the edge of her bottom lip. also liking the color of them—her lips, seeing the contrast of the brown and pink tones.

"if you like them so much then read them when i say: what. the fuck. do. you. want?" she spoke slowly, leaning a bit in. each word was laced with disdain for rafe, her eyes never changing their icy gaze.

rafe's eyes looked from her lips to her eyes, the hand holding her wrist now moving up to cup her cheek. it was a surprisingly soft touch, one that caught him and her off guard. the next surprise was sola did not pull away.

"maybank get to do more than read them, princess?" his voice was hushed, whisper-like. she could smell the beer on his breath and although all signs inside of her were screaming to rip her face away from his hold, she remained standing in front of him.

she smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "so much more. why? you wanna taste him?"

rafe chuckled, dropping his head and shaking it at her antic. when he looked back up at her, she was still looking at him. "'replace' seems like the better word in my opinion, don't you think?"

and the young woman let out a chuckle, a smile breaking through on her face and getting rafe's heart to flutter. it sounded genuine, although he knew there would be only sarcastic and rude things to follow out her mouth after.

"would be a downgrade, in my opinion." she stepped back from his space, giving him the sign she was done with him.

"your eyes say different, princess. i bet your body does too." rafe folded his arms across his chest, openly checking sola out, not caring if she caught him.

"mm, i'll guess you'll never know." she shrugged, taking a sip of her water as she leaned against the island in front of him.

his mind was spinning thinking of a response. did he want to try and get close to her again? or was it now just a game of wits?

"sola! you okay down there?" sarah's voice called from the top of the stairs.

as sola turned to let sarah know she was alright, rafe decided his response would be to move closer to her, trapping her between himself and the island.

sola looked back at him the minute she felt him. she smirked, eyes fiery and locked on his. "you're close."

rafe smiled, "i could be closer."

"'further' seems like the better word in my opinion, don't you think?" she said sarcastically, mocking his earlier statement.

rafe hummed in approval of her comeback, "you don't really want me further though, do you?" he tilted his head a bit, the smirk on his face never wavering. his eyes were mischievous just as sola's.

"so you know what i want now, playboy?" she made the dumb mistake of breaking eye contact to look at his lips, an act rafe not only booked, but one that had his chest filling with confidence.

"without doubt, princess." with that, he took a step back from her, holding her gaze as he moved until he left the kitchen completely. leaving sola in there to curse to herself for allowing him to get so close.

he took a quick leave, anyone would. staying long enough with that much tension between them would ultimately end with either him breaking her back over that island, or with the worse case of blue balls. something in rafe told him the latter would be his outcome.

rafe's third encounter with the fredericks girl was at a bonfire party in the cut. originally, he had overheard sarah squealing on the phone to sola about it, excited to finally get some alone time with her stupid boyfriend, john b.

rafe didn't care much for that, obviously. but what had his ears perked up was sarah's begging for sola to join the rest of their dirty pogues at the party.

"oh come on soso, it'll be so fun with you there. y'know jj will be devastated if you don't show. you and john b. are the only people that smoke with him at these things."

rafe couldn't make out what was said on the other side of the phone call, but from sarah's cheer he could only assume the girl agreed. and therefore, he agreed to go as well. granted, no one asked him, but that didn't phase him. he was the king, he went where he pleased.

and that night, he was going to a bonfire party.

he had attended a bunch of parties on the cut before. why? he didn't have a solid answer to that. usually, he would be dragged by topper who wanted to 'spice things up' or because rafe himself wanted to make sarah and her friends' lives miserable for a night, but now he seemed to have found a new purpose.

so as night fell, the kook king made his way to the beach with his friends, excited for the night festivities and even more excited to get some time with sola.

speaking of, the young woman was perched on a log with john b. and jj, sharing a spliff with her two friends. john b. sat to the right of her as jj sat in between her legs, head resting against the girls thigh.

"mm," solana started, taking the spliff out her mouth and exhaling the smoke, "there's no way you can tell me that you'd survive a day as a kook." she spoke more so to john b. jj was high off his ass, simply enjoying the girls warmth.

the young routledge shook his head, "i would. i don't know, being with sarah opened my eyes to how they live and honestly, it's not that hard. you just have to act like you're better than everyone and have no morals." he shrugged, plucking the spliff from her fingers and holding it in his own.

"i would probably be too overwhelmed with the riches. what do people even do with that much money?" her hand found a home in jj's hair, running through the blond strands and massaging his scalp. he nuzzled more into her, knees to his chest and eyes closed.

"drugs. they do drugs." jj slurred, the comfortable position making him sleepy. his answer got both john b. and sola to laugh, laughing more at him then his words.

"man, if you're tired go sleep it off. pretty sure i saw a hammock closer to the bonfire." john b. used his foot to push jj's knee, hoping the boy had heard him. they weren't that far from the fire, probably a couple feet.

jj groaned but nodded, standing to his feet slowly. he stretched his arms above his head, the muscle shirt covering his torso rising a bit to show his belly button and happy trail. his red eyes looked down at sola, low and filled with fatigue.

"you coming, soso?" he asked, still craving her warmth and touch.

the young woman smiled at the invitation, "in a minute. i wanna finish this then i'll be there." she reassured, watching as he nodded and dapped john b. before retiring to the hammock.

when jj was out of earshot, john b. turned his attention to sola, "so not to be all in your business but what is up with you guys? are y'all together or..." he extended the spliff to her, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth as to not get it in her face.

sola shrugged, "i don't know, you know. we do stuff here and there but i can't say if it's out of feelings or simply physical desires. if you ask me, i think he just wants a release from his feelings for kie." she spoke so casually that john b. had to stop and stare. he was expecting her to admit feelings to his longtime friend, or at least interest.

"so fuck buddies? nothing more? you sure?" he pestered some more. from what he just saw, and what he has witnessed in the past, the two seemed too intimate to be reduced to fuck buddies.

before sola could answer, john b.'s eyes looked away from her and face turned sour, "jesus, what the fuck are they doing here?"

sola turned her head to match his eyeline, seeing rafe and his minions walk closer to them. he was dressed in an opened, red hawaiian shirt with black shorts and sneakers. his signature smirk was on his lips the second his eyes locked on sola.

"hey, if it isn't my sister's stupid boyfriend sitting with my least favorite pogue." he flashed a cocky smile to the pair, receiving a grimace from john b. and...a chuckle, from sola.

"can we help you three, playboy?" sola asked, face unbothered by the presence of the three kooks. her lack of reaction was irritating to rafe, his jaw clenching as she continued to act as if he wasn't important to her.

"is there any reason you came to harass us when you could be literally anywhere else on this beach?" john b. asked, getting kelce and topper to scoff, but rafe didn't give his comment a response as he kept his eyes on sola.

sola let out a tiresome sigh and stood up from the log. rafe took the opportunity to look her over: a black and white checkered bikini top, jean shorts with her matching bikini bottoms peeking through and a black flannel over her to keep her warm from the slightly windy weather.

john b. had rolled his eyes at rafe's blatant and disgusting ogling of sola's body. he wanted to punch his lights out, but last thing he needed was to cause any more drama between the cameron family than he already has.

"so you came for me or to be a nuisance?" sola asked rafe, who smirked that she would call him out. he had been looking for her since he and his friends arrived, not wanting to speak with anyone else or do anything else than be in her presence.

"i'm gonna go find sarah. sol, do you want me to get jj?" john b. didn't even try to whisper his suggestion, wanting rafe to know sola was spoken for....even if it was a lie.

he could get jj, but jj seeing rafe show obvious interest in sola would only end in bloodshed. the man was territorial, possessive over sola. but little did they know, so was rafe.

"it's okay john b. i'll be fine on my own." she gave him a reassuring smile, gesturing for him to leave and go be with his girlfriend. he was hesitant, but left anyways. with his departure, topper and kelce also left to go grab some drinks (as instructed to by rafe).

rafe smiled in satisfaction, finally getting a moment alone with sola. realizing she was alone with him, she rolled her eyes and sat back down on the log. "well look where fate has brought us yet again." he sat down next to her, knee touching her own.

sola looked at him in amusement. she had a feeling she would be seeing him again, feeling him in some way.

"so where's maybank? usually a dog never leaves his owner." rafe had such a tone when speaking to sola. it was soft—distinctively softer than how he spoke to her friends, despite using the same hurtful words. it was confusing, really, how he was able to sound so endearing while saying vile things.

sola pursed her lips, "jj really stays on your mind, huh? you sure it's me that you want?"

rafe leaned in, "who said i wanted you?”

he lied through his teeth. he wanted sola bad, to the point she overtook his mind. when he would be at home, she was running rampant in his daydreams. when he would be out with friends she was always there, popping up in his head and leading him away from the conversation.

"what's that thing you said in the kitchen, about eyes saying different than the mouth? about the body saying different too. what's your body saying, rafe?" she leaned in, deciding to match his energy. frankly she didn't know what she was getting into, and doing this might bring her to a point of no return, but she wanted to see whether or not he would cower under her pressure. she wanted to be in control and put the kook king in his place.

her leg that was next to him now went over, rafe looking down at their crossed legs and feeling a slight twitch in his shorts as she rubbed her leg against his.

there was no one around to see them. the partygoers—a cluster of pogues, kooks, and tourons, surrounded by the bonfire to participate in drunken festivities. too wrapped up in themselves to notice sola's seduction taking place some feet over.

rafe chewed on his bottom lip, too focused on how warm sola felt to muster up a snarky reply. it didn't help he had gotten high before coming to the beach, hopes of calming the nerves she let off in him.

he found it pathetic, that a pogue of all people could have him at the edge of his seat. the warmth of her skin could have him like a bowl of jelly, all soft and spineless. his eyes couldn't even look at hers anymore, too focused on her thigh and how it felt against his own. he wanted to feel more.

"c'mon rafe, you were so bold back in your kitchen, what happened to that fire, playboy?" she took hold of his chin and turned his head up to her, a smirk on her face as she gasped at a realization, "never did i think lil' ol' sola fredericks would have rafe cameron speechless." her thumb rubbed against his jawline, another warm touch he couldn't help but lean into.

"you want me, rafe? wanna replace maybank?" and like a submissive bitch, rafe nodded. he actually nodded. some touches to his face and leg, a couple of witty moments, and a smirking girl had him fully ready to admit to whatever she wanted him to.

sola shook her head, pulling his face a bit closer to hers, "words, baby. you had a lot of them earlier, so find them again." she practically coaxed his confession out of him. her fingers continuing to massage his jaw.

"i want you, sola. i want to replace that fucking maybank and have you all to myself." his eyes were big and pupils blown to shit. his confession brought a slight decline to his pride, bruising his ego, and making him feel just a tad bit smaller in comparison to her.

sola smiled in triumph, "of course you do." she kept moving as if she were going to kiss him, but pulled back just as he opened his mouth to accept hers.

her grip on his jaw tightened, her hand pushing his head to look up, stretching his neck for her to have plenty access. she left light pecks along his adam's apple, the softness of her lips bringing a shudder to rafe. "now tell me i'm king, baby. submit to me."

there was a part of his neck she kissed—the side, right above his collarbone—that had a whimper escape rafe's mouth before he could catch it. it was unexpected for him, but he was looking for her to take it further.

her teeth lightly bit his neck, emitting a groan from the young cameron. "fuck," he whispered, eyes closed as she continued to litter his neck with marks, "your king, sola. the fucking king." one hand of his gripped her thigh while the other held onto the log to stabilize himself.

sola chuckled against his skin, a smile rafe could feel burning his neck as the vibrations of her laugh made his body warm. she removed herself from him, looking back in his eyes. she kissed the air, miming what would've been a peck on his lips before releasing his face and taking her leg from on top of his.

the warmth on his body was long gone, replaced with the cool night wind. he felt as though what he was seeing wasn't real, that she wasn't actually walking away from him. but she was. without so much as a 'bye', she got up from the log and walked off, hips swaying and body oozing a newfound confidence. a confidence he knew all too well.

he stayed on that log for a long time after she left him, he would say about an additional thirty minutes. his mind couldn't seem to process all that took place despite it being rather straightforward.

sola teased him, gotten his confession, and walked away victorious. in her wake, she left behind him and his semi-erect dick, and a newfound craving for her warmth and touch. it was brilliant. here rafe was, thinking he had her match, maintaining control when it really was her.

"man, we looked everywhere for you. thought that bitch of a pogue killed you or some shit." kelce was the first voice to get rafe's attention, he and topper returning once they saw sola around the fire and people, rafe still absent.

"kelce thought that, i did not." topper corrected. he thought kelce's theory was crazy, as he had known sola from when he was with sarah and murder was the last thing she would do...at least not when she was on a beach with how many hundred witnesses.

"anyways, we saw her lying with maybank and wondered where the hell you were. what happened?" kelce touched rafe's shoulder, but his hand was quickly swatted off as rafe rose to his feet.

"she was doing what? where? with who?" he asked kelce, still choked up from the previous events with the fredericks girl.

"...maybank. over by the drinks. why do you care, dude?" kelce asked, not sure why his friend was so wound up on the girl.

rafe ignored his question and pushed past his friends, heading back to the big fire, scanning the patrons for the vixen who flooded his mind.

and wouldn't he know, she was where kelce said she'd be, lying in a hammock with jj maybank, leg thrown over his waist and arm around his neck as she kissed him.

her hand found a place in his hair, grabbing the roots and tugging him closer to her, moving more so she was pressed against him. shameless and uncaring of those who would see, too wrapped up in him to pay anyone else any mind.

and as rafe watched jj break away to leave kisses along her neck, her eyes opened and looked around before they locked on his and a devilish smirk found its way to her face. her eyes were burning with pleasure and mischief as her mouth opened once jj reached what rafe could only assume was her pleasure spot. but she never broke her gaze from his. she held it, the same way he did hers that night in his kitchen.

for a moment, whether it be from the drugs he took earlier or just straight delusion, rafe felt as if it was him creating her pleasure. it was him lying in the hammock with her and ravishing her as if she were his last meal.

and sola ate that shit up. maintaining her eye contact with one man as his enemy sucked and bruised her skin, callous fingers groping at her thigh and moving higher to her ass.

it turned her on to see rafe so helpless, standing there like a lost puppy watching jj indulge in her. the slight groans she received from jj creating a mess of her as she pictured rafe watching them go all the way (which, she knew if given the chance, the young cameron would watch with excitement).

yes, there was no doubt that rafe cameron walked around the outer banks like he owned it. didn't matter the territory—kook or pogue, rafe cameron once owned it all. ruled it all.

until sola fredericks came along, and slapped the crown right off of his head.

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