Rafe Cameron>>>>>>>

Rafe Cameron>>>>>>>

jj maybank

stay

summary: even though you have broken up with him, jj knows he can’t live without you. (requested)

high

summary: maybe not being with your feet on the ground at all times isn’t so bad.

this town

summary: who said love confessions aren’t the best medicine? (based on this town by niall horan)

friends with benefits?

summary: when john b and sarah go missing you find comfort in your bestfriend. (requested)

the feeling of freedom

summary: freedom is so sweet, especially when you can share it with a special someone. (requested)

cruel summer

summary: jj’s been in love with your voice since the first time he had heard you and he couldn’t wait to show you off to his friends. (requested)

say you won’t let go (series ; finished)

summary: when jj is left on his own raising his nephew, he realizes that life already takes too much from you and that if there’s one thing that you can’t keep a secret forever is love. (jj maybank x routledge!reader)

catch a grenade for ya

summary: jj is known for his greed for money but there’s nothing more precious than you. (requested)

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

summary: you and jj have always been best friends and in love with each other, but when his jealousy clouds his mind, he makes a mistake. (requested)

blurbs

the one where jj confesses his feelings

the one where jj is high

the one where jj is in love +the morning after

the one where jj likes his shirt on you

the one where jj has a nightmare

the one where you get hurt and jj is there for you

the one where you’re upset and jj comforts you

the one where jj is touch starved

the one where jj protects you from your brother (jj x routledge!reader)

the one where jj protects you from your brother pt.2 (jj x routledge!reader)

the one with dry humping w/ jj (18+)

the one where jj shows you how much he loves you

the one where jj helps you heal

the one where jj is scared of love

the one where you’re john b’s twin (w/ jj)

the one where jj takes cares of you

the one where john b finds out about you and jj (jj x routledge!reader)

the one where jj loves your lipstick

the one where you buy lingerie - w/jj (18+)

the one where jj braids your hair

the one with jj’s birthday

headcanons

jj as a boyfriend

jj and princess treatment

Cuddle Buddies

pairing: rafe x reader

Summary: reader is afraid of storms and seeks out rafe one night

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Don't we all need a little soft Rafe for Valentines day

Warnings: mentions of sex, what is proofreading?, what is editing?, Ward bc he's a loser but he's not bad in this,

******

Staying with the Cameron family was like paradise. There was non moldy food, an entire library that you had access to and no financial stress. Ward only asked a few things of you and they were all doable. 

The only problem you’d had so far was Rafe. He hated having you and John B there and he made sure you knew it. And for some reason he paid extra special attention to making sure he gave you the most hell. Probably because John B was dating Sarah and you’d seen her go toe to toe with him before.

It’s mostly small annoyances. He’ll get in the shower before you get the chance and stay in there for an hour just to use up all the hot water. He would eat the yogurt that Rose would buy just for you, even though he didn’t like it. Sometimes he’d even blast his speakers with that god awful shit he calls music. But even though all of this inconveniences you, you still liked living here better than John B’s. 

You had only Your mom comes and goes as she pleased and eventually the bills became too much for you and you got evicted. You hadn’t seen her since and DCS had been on you and John B’s case at the same time. So when Ward offered you sanctuary you jumped at the chance and you try to do everything humanly possible to keep him pleased.

It was one of ten thousand reasons Rafe hated you so much. Everytime he turned around his dad would be praising you for being such a hard worker, such a smart girl, so sweet, so kind, so caring. It never stopped. Ward  had not offered Rafe a kind word in months, but had nothing but good things to say to you. And with that, you were a pogue. So Rafe was able to justify why he treated you the way he did for months. 

Today Ward had decided to take the whole family fishing and he wanted to welcome you and John B, even though he already had. Wheezie was reading a book. Sarah and John B were nowhere to be found. Rose was already drinking even though it was seven in the morning. Rafe was on a chair with his eyes closed, you knew he wasn’t sleeping though because every few minutes he would open his eyes, glance at you like he was waiting for something and then close them  back. You knew Ward would be coming out in a few minutes and you wanted to look useful so you got up to grab the bait. Almost as soon as you lifted the heavy cooler, Ward appeared.

 “Rafe!” He exclaimed. “What’re you doing, you see a girl lifting heavy stuff, you pick it up for her.” He threw his arms out gesturing to you. “I mean what do you do all that working out for? For show.” Ward scoffed, muttering “Jesus” under his breath. 

You see Rafe’s face visibly darken from being reprimanded. As he huffs out a sorry to his dad that he definitely didn’t look like he meant, as he got up to help you. He easily snatched the heavy cooler from you. “Try not to do that all day.” Rafe told you, his tone low. And even though you feel bad that you got him yelled at, you can’t help but return the attitude. 

“Do what?” You ask, your head jerking  back at his tone. Rafe rolled his eyes like you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Pick up heavy shit when you see my dad coming. I don’t care what you’re trying to prove, but you’re getting in my way.” He tells you, his tone condescending. “The helpless act doesn’t work for pogue girls.” Rafe finishes, his attitude more prominent than before. You scoff at his audacity ready to go in on him, walking behind his muscular figure as he moves the bait.

“First of all, nobody is trying to be helpless. Second of all, if you weren’t always sitting on your ass then maybe he wouldn’t feel like he needed to say that to you.” You clapback, fully aware that he probably wasn’t going to let that slide.

You see the wild look in his eye when he turns to look at you, it makes you nervous because sometimes Rafe could truly be mean.  Luckily for you, Ward had called him and he had walked away.

******

You and Rafe hadn’t had any more unpleasant interactions for the rest of the day. Actively avoiding each other, to not cause trouble even though that was Rafe’s default. Ward had called it a day pretty early after learning that a storm was rolling in. and knowing he didn’t want to be in that kind of weather. 

By the time you got home, it had started raining heavily and everyone was off to do their own thing. You went up to your room and after taking a shower and cleaning up some, you allowed the rain to lull you to sleep. 

It was the middle of the night when you woke up again. The loud crack of thunder disturbing your sleep and your peace. Usually when it was thundering like this, JJ would stay with you until you fell asleep because he knew how scared you were of storms. But as of right now he was on the other side of the island and you’d have to be a crazy person to go out in that storm. When you checked your phone the clock read one a.m and you knew it would be a while before you fell back asleep. There was also a missed call and a text from JJ checking to see if you were alright. And you really weren’t. 

You didn’t know what it was about storms that got you but fear gripped you every single time, there was more than rain. You laid there for about thirty minutes, willing yourself to go back to sleep, but your attempts were a failure. After one particularly loud crack of lightning that appeared really close to you, you’d went to look for John B. But he wasn’t in his room and you knew that meant he was in Sarah’s. And you didn’t want to walk in there because who knew what they could be doing. 

Shamefully, you stood outside of Rafe’s door contemplating whether or not you were going to knock, before you heard lightning strike again. Without thinking you didn’t knock, just entering his room, knowing he would hate that. Only to see him sleeping peacefully in his bed. His covers lowered to his hips, and not a single thread of clothing present on his chest.

‘Rafe” You called, your voice hushed and almost a whisper. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake up, forcing you to call him again. He looked confused as he opened his eyes, blinking for a second. When his eyes finally focused on you. He groaned, rubbing his eyes. 

“What could you possibly want right now?” He asked groggily. 

You take a moment to swallow your pride, knowing there was an eighty percent chance that he kicked you out, and a ninety-eight percent chance that he held this over your head. 

“It’s storming.” You say dumbly. Rafe’s face scrunches up at your obvious statement. “Thanks for stating the obvious. “ He scoffs. “Get to the point, I’m tired.” He hurried you along.

“Can I sleep in here?” You whisper, your face heating up in embarrassment. 

Rafe almost laughed, as he prepared himself to say no, but when he looked at you in your cute pink pajamas and the way you were holding onto yourself. He’d always thought of himself as a protector, and obviously you thought so too if you came to him while you were scared. He knew he had to protect you, even if it was just from a stupid storm. 

Grumpily, he threw a pillow at you, and scooted closer to one side of the bed. “Stay on that side.” He tells you, closing his eyes back. You were shocked for a second, but you wordlessly climbed into the other side of his bed, trying not to further inconvenience him. Settling into his warm bed felt weird but also right, his bed was comfortable and it smelled like him, and even though you hated to admit it, Rafe smelled good. 

Your comfort only lasted for a minute before you were jumping at the sound of a branch hitting the window. Rafe groaned behind you, irritated. His arm circles around your waist and he yanks you closer to him, almost roughly. “Go. to. Sleep.” He punctuated. The weight of his arm pushing down into you. Comforting you, you realize. And before you know it, you allow yourself to be lulled to sleep, your breathing syncing up with Rafe’s.

******

Rafe and you had continued on with the regularly scheduled programming after that. Getting into dumb fights, him being petty all the time, but surprisingly never bringing up that night. When the next storm rolled around, and you knocked on his door. He wordlessly let you in and it had become a routine. Rafe even started to find himself looking forward to storming nights, even after arguing with you all day.He liked that you needed him to feel safe. No one had ever needed him before. 

The mornings had never been awkward; you'd wake up before him and leave because you were naturally an early riser and that was that. Until one particular morning, you had just been extra tired and happened to sleep later than usual. When you woke up you found your head buried on Rafe’s bare chest, which happened often and was another thing you didn’t talk about. His strong arm wrapped around your body holding you close to him, but none of that is why this was awkward. When you looked up Rafe was looking back at you. He was holding you and he was awake? He was holding you and he was conscious. He was holding you on purpose. 

He looked embarrassed to have been caught, and he was. He was just used to you already being gone when he woke up. He never got to see what you looked like when you were just laying there peacefully, not bitching, not being a kiss ass to his dad. Just sweet, and cute, a pretty girl that was laying on his chest. 

Rafe cleared his throat, letting you go as he saw the look on your face and realized how weird this was. “You snore.” He tells you, trying to deflect his embarrassment.

“No I don’t!” You scoff, rising up slightly. 

“Yeah you do.” Rafe laughs. “I thought you were choking.” He exaggerates, and you can’t help but think about how boyish he looks when he laughs. Not as calculating, or mean. 

“Whatever, I don’t snore.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Sure you don’t.”  A swift silence settles over you and Rafe is still smiling for a second. Until a knock comes to Rafe’s door, only for it to be pushed open a second later. 

“Rafe your Dad said-” Rose stops talking the minute she sees the two of you. Her eyes widen and you immediately know what it looks like. Rafe isn’t wearing a shirt, and you’re dressed in your shortest shorts, and sitting in between his legs. There’s no universe where this doesn’t look bad. It doesn’t help that both you and Rafe look like you got your hand caught in the cookie jar, faces reddening, and eyes widening and for some reason frozen.

“Oh..” Rose gasps. “I’m just gonna-” She blinks, obviously still shocked, especially with the way that the two of you stay at each other's throats. Without even saying anything else she simply closes the door leaving you two sitting there dumbfounded. 

******

“Okay guys…”Ward starts. “I called this family meeting because it has come to my attention that we need to talk about the rules in this house.” Your face reddens as Ward gives you a pointed look. John B and Sarah look confused, but Rose and Rafe look just as embarrassed as you feel. 

“I know you guys are attractive young adults living in the same house and that makes avoiding …temptation much harder.”  You sink into your chair, wishing a hole would swallow you up the more he continued to talk. “But I think you can do it. Now we’re all close here so I think I can speak honestly. Right?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he continues on. 

“John B no more sneaking’ into Sarah’s room before seven a.m and I want you out of there by ten every night. You copy?” John B flushes lightly, thinking he’d been stealthy before nodding. Even though Sarah protested. “Dad, come onnn.” She whines. 

“That’s the end of it Sarah.” Ward dismisses, before looking at you and Rafe, much to your dismay. “Now I don’t know what the two of you have going on, and I’m not sure I want to know-” Sarah gasps loudly at this new information, only for Ward to raise his hand up quickly to silence her for a second. “I know you’re both old enough to make these decisions-” Rafe is radio silent and you were hoping he’d speak up so you didn’t have to. “But as of right now this is the house rule, no spending the night in each other's bed, unless you’re married.” He finishes.

“Mr. Cameron, it's really not like that.” You try your face flushing. “Me and Rafe are just-” Rafe clasps his hand over your mouth, much to everyone’s shock. “We hear you Dad. Loud and clear.” He says not wanting you to tell everyone that you’re cuddle buddies or whatever the fuck you were going to say which would have ranged on the same level of embarrassing for him. You look at him in shock, pushing his hand away, but not even bothering to further embarrass yourself. Rafe saw how mad you were though, your arms crossing over your chest, and you turning your legs away from him. He also couldn’t ignore the small pout that had possessed your full lips.

“Well okay, this has gotten weirder.” Ward said,  mostly to himself, while Rose nodded in agreement. “So how about we just remember the rules, and hopefully we’ll never have to talk about this again.” Ward proposed, trying to air out the awkwardness. Everyone nodded immediately which caused him to get up, wiping his hands off on his pants. 

“Come here, son. Let me talk to you really quick.” Ward gestured to Rafe. Rafe resisted groaning and followed behind him leaving you to the questioning looks of John B and Sarah. “Rafe? Really?” Sarah asked, laughing a little. 

“It’s not like that!” You exclaim, your face heating up. 

“It looked like it was like that this morning.” Rose joined in, much to your shock. John B joined the teasing with a gasp. “How scandalous!” Sarah was laughing so hard tears started to come out her eyes.

“Guys stop!” You say embarrassed, but not saying anything else because it seemed like Rafe didn’t want anyone to know.

“Okay fine. You’re no fun.” Rose tells you, picking her drink back up and sipping with a grin on her face, leading John B and Sarah to leave you alone as well.

****

You hadn’t even glanced at Rafe in three days. You were irritated with him for making it seem like you were doing what they thought you were doing. Sex. And he felt like he’d been paying for it. He liked having your attention. Even if you were arguing with him, rolling your eyes at something he said, anything really. So to be deprived of it for three days was driving him insane.

 He looked up the weather forecast at least six times a day, praying for a storm to roll through. When he finally got lucky and heard thunder crackle down, he was bouncing with anticipation, waiting for you to show up at his door. 

When you didn’t he went looking for you, only to be surprised that you weren’t in your room. He started to check everywhere. When he couldn’t find you he swallowed his pride and opened John B’s door to ask if he knew where you went, only to see you in there, in his favorite pajama set of yours, it was silk with cherries on it. You lay in between John B and Sarah, ironically watching a scary movie. 

Everyone’s eyes diverted to Rafe. Confused as to why he was standing at John B’s door, knowing he’d never gone near there since he started staying here. “It’s after ten.” Rafe points out. Feeling jealousy stirred at the fact that you went to someone else. 

“Dad approved since she’s scared of storms.” Sarah tells him, sticking her tongue out only for him to roll his eyes. He watches you and the way your eyes went back to the TV, continuing to ignore him. Rafe didn’t think he could take being ignored by you, while you were in another guy's bed, wearing his favorite pajamas, on a stormy night. Which were his nights. 

He entered the room standing at the edge of the bed, right in front of the TV, making John B groan. He’s shirtless, it was the first thing you noticed when he opened the door. Only clad in plaid pajama pants. 

“You’re still ignoring me?” He asks, only for you to not say anything back. He hated that. It was one thing to ignore him when you were by yourselves, but it was an entire different thing to ignore him in front of other people. Especially when your relationship was so weird. Nothing spoken on, or reassured. 

“M’sorry, okay?” He mumbles. Embarrassed he had to humble himself in front of idiots like John B and his sister. This piqued your attention, never hearing Rafe apologize before, your eyes meeting his. You’re shocked. 

“Come on, don’t you think they wanna be alone.” He tried guilting.

“We’d love to be alone.” John B weighed in, leading Sarah to reach over you and smack his chest. He winced. 

When you didn’t say anything, Rafe got impatient pulling your leg, so that he could reach the rest of you better, as the rest of your body reached the edge of the bed. 

“Rafe!” You exclaimed. Surprised by the fast motion of it. He didn’t say anything, he just hoisted you over his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it in my room.” He said, not wanting to let his sister, and her loser boyfriend in anymore of his business. But truthfully you didn’t need to talk about it, because this was the first time he’d ever come to you. All was forgiven the moment you’d seen him at the door.

Sick, Twisted & Tainted

Rafe Cameron

18+

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dub con, cheating, dark Rafe.

Summary: Rafe gets mad when you provoked him, you never realized how you “provoked” him until he had you by your wrists.

A/N: this is my first time writing dark!rafe pleaseee give me any feedback, if I should write more like this, less like this. Any feedback is good :)

It was the midafternoon, you had spent the night with Sarah just like you had done every other day. Normally you’d head out with her or go over Toppers but today Rafe was having Topper and Kelce over. So you stayed. You rolled out of bed to see a message from Topper saying that they all were by the pool. With that you got into your small pink bathing suit and threw your hair into a low bun. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. Walking down stairs you saw Rafe in the kitchen making himself a drink. You tried to slip by him without him seeing.

“What, no hi? That’s pretty rude considering you practically live here.… in my house.” He says cocking an eyebrow at you. It looked like he was biting the inside of his cheek, his lips slightly pursed. “Oh, sorry. Hi Rafe.” You say with a small wave. He leaned against the counter crossing his arms. “Wow y/n, that was so fucking pathetic.” He scoffed widening his eyes.

“I think you can do better than that.” He says. “Uhh okay. Hi Rafe! How are you?” You say sarcastically rolling your eyes. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me y/n, be better.” He says standing up straight. “Yea okay, whatever Rafe.” You say. You started to walk through the kitchen to the back door. You were pulled back from his grasp. His hand locked on your wrist and he spun you to face him.

“What the fuck?” You yelled trying to break out of his grasp. He pulled you close to his face, his jaw was tight and clenched. “You’re so fucking disrespectful, who do you think you are? Coming into my house and disrespecting me? Taunting me?” His eyes were wide, both of his hands on your wrists forcefully holding you close.

“What the fuck are you talking about?! Taunting you? Are you fucking high?” You argued as you tried to pull from him. “No no no, you know exactly what you’re fucking doing. Walking around here dressed like a whore waiting to get fucked. You’re ass is hanging out, your tits are covered by a piece of fabric and you’re telling me you don’t know what I’m talking about?” He was stern, his eyes dark. “I don’t! Get off of me!” You yelled. “No no, you do this on purpose, no one’s that fucking dumb.” He shook his head. “Rafe, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” You were nervous, your adrenaline was coursing through your veins. “God you’re so fucking pathetic, makes me wanna fuck some sense into that pretty little head if yours.” He smirked. Your eyes were wide, but why did him calling you pretty make your stomach flutter? God this was so fucked up. Your senses kicked in, you knew it was wrong, you were dating Topper and that’s your best friends brother.

“Let go before I fucking scream.” You demanded. “Not gonna happen, can’t have you running to him, not not.” He says. You pulled your arms back and your wrists down escaping from his grasp. You took off, you ran up the stairs through the halls. “Y/n!” Rafe shouted. Adrenaline was coursing through your body, it was good and bad. “Rafe let go!” You shouted. His arms wrapped around your stomach, you kicked around in the air trying to get him to let go. It didn’t work. He carried you into his room, locking the door behind him. He threw you onto his bed like a rag doll.

“What the fuck Rafe?” You yelled in his face. He moved over your body, you were too stunned to do anything. He brushed the hair off your neck and kissed you softly. “If you really truly want me to stop then I will.” He mumbled against you. “But I know you want me, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He says as he laid you back. “Rafe-“ you trailed off. He sucked the sensitive spot on your neck making you groan. “I know he doesn’t fuck you good enough. when I fuck you you’ll be back begging me to fuck you. Begging me to cum, you’ll be so clouded thinking about my cock.” He snarled in your ear.

“I’m dating Topper…” you say as his thumbs traced the top of your bikini. “We both know you don’t care, we’re a lot more alike than you think y/n.” He softly says. “I love him..” you trailed off. “Then why arnt you stopping me from taking your top off? Hm?” He says against your ear. “I-I don’t know.” You admit. Your top came off, he admired the way you looked. Your perky breasts sitting perfectly, your nipples pearled from his touch. “Just admit you want this.” He says as he cupped your breasts in his hands. He kissed down your chest and onto your breasts, sucking at your nipple.

“Fuck.” You whined. “You don’t have to say it, show me you want this.” He says. Your eyes flicked from him and to the door, the devil and angel were in your shoulders. Caving in you pulled your bikini bottoms off and your legs moved open. “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled to himself. He pulled his swimsuit down and his cock sprung out against his stomach. “I want to see those pretty lips around m cock.” He says stepping over to the edge of the bed. You moved onto your knees and brought your lips to his tip. Your lips parted and you took him in, his length didn’t fit completely in your mouth, what didn’t fit you pumped.

“Even better than I imagined.” He hummed. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pushed you down deeper onto his cock gagging you. “Now I know why Top keeps you around, you’ve got a mouth of a pornstar.” He says. Listening to his praises made you want to please him even more. You took. Deep breath through your nose and brought more of him in, audibly gagging you. “Just like that, gonna cum all over those pretty lips.” He murmured. His cock was twitching in your mouth, leaking precum. You teased his tip with your tongue making him groan. “What’s even better, you’re gonna go kiss Topper later with those cum tainted lips.” He devilishly chuckled. Without looking up at him you knew he was smirking, he was so fucking twisted. “Just like that, keep goin. I’m close.” He says. Your focused on his tip, tracing your tongue over and over until he releases into your mouth. “Those perfect tainted lips.” He smirks. He crawled over you spreading your legs apart for him.

“I’m taking control of you.” He says as he slid his cock into you. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. “Do you get this fuckin wet for him?” He snarled as he fucked into you. “N-no.” You breathlessly say. “Just you.” You say. Your eyes we’re fluttering you couldn’t even think straight. All you could do what feel, you felt him up into your stomach, you felt your pussy stretching around him each time he pushed into you. “I’m gonna fill you up real fucking good. You’re gonna be tainted of me. He’ll be fucking your pussy while you think of me. You’ll never be the same.” He growls.

“Fuck Rafe, fuck me just like that.” You moaned loudly. You fisted his blankets and sheets in your hands. He moved in and out so quickly, each time he pulled out causing you to leak. “You like that huh? You like how good I’m making you feel? Hm?” He grunted. “Yes, yes yes!” You yelled out. Nothing had ever felt so good, cheating felt so good, Rafe felt so fucking good. Moans and groans spewed from your lips, his hips slapping against you creating an echoing sound in the room. “I want this, I deserve this. Not him.” He mutters to himself but loud enough for you to hear. “He’ll never fuck you good…. hell be fucking my cum filled pussy… He’ll never please you, not the way I can…. You’re tainted of me now, I fucking own you.” He was mumbling sick twisted things to himself, him claiming you made you more turned on. You wanted more sick twisted shit, you played the game out.

“He pleases me, he makes me feel so good.” You say behind your bit lip. “He what? What did you say?” He snarled. His fingers dig into your waist hard enough to leave bruises, he slammed into your harder and harder. “You… heard me.” You mumbled. “Gonna fuckin regret that y/n, once I’m done with you you’ll never think of him again.” He growls. He pulled out of you and flipped you over. Your arms flat out infront of you, your stomach flat against the bed. Your back had a deep arch, and your legs spread.

“You’re so stupid, such a dumb slut.” He says. He pulled you against him, his dick sliding right in. His hands gripping on your ass. He was fast, pistoning in and out, like he had an unlimited source of stamina. Your cheek was against the bed, your back arched at much as it could. His grunts were louder, he was rough and harsh. He slapped your ass, the sound rang through the room making you wince and whine. Using a hand he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you against him. Your back still arched, your ass was flat against him. Your neck crooked back. “Gonna disrespect me again? Hm?” His grip on your hair was tighter. “N-no.” You choked out. “Mhm” he hummed. He held you against him, his tip curved into your gspot making your legs tremble. You clenched around him, you tried to hold back your orgasm.

“Wanna cum? Earn it.” He snarled. “Tell me how much better I am, how I fuck you better. Tell me how hard you’re gonna cum, how you regret being with him.” He demanded. “Fuck!” You squealed. “Tell me.” He pulled your hair again. “I want you Rafe! Not topper!” You yelled out. “And?” He slammed into you. “Only y- you make me f- feel this good! Only fucking you!” You belted out. Your whole body was shaking and trembling. “Gonna make you cum so hard, such a good girl for me.” He cooed. “Please Rafe, I need to cum. I cant hold back anymore!” You yelped. “Such a good girl, cum once I say okay?” He says. “Mhm.” You hummed. He fucked into you a few more times until he was about to cum. “Cum for me, make a fuckin mess.” He growls. Your toes curled as your body convulses. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. You leaked all over his legs, the bed, your legs. Once you came, he did to. He painted your walls and pulling out some of him dropped down your leg. He swiped it up and stuffed it back in you. You fell flat onto the bed, almost regaining your consciousness.

“I’m fucked. So fucked.” You mutter to yourself. “Just end it, then I can do you whenever and wherever you want. No need to stay with mediocre when you can feel that way every day.” He says. “But Sarah.” You say. “And? Who the fuck cares. Get some confidence to make your life better. I can only tell you to do so much.” He says pulling his shorts back up. You sat up and started to put your top back on and then your bottoms. He bent over and his hands cupped your face. “Don’t act so stupid out there okay?” He says and pressed a kiss into you. He left you there to think, the room was spinning. Everything setting in. You had to go out and face Topper after what you had just done. You tried collecting yourself, and you went back into Sarah’s room to fix yourself.

“Hey Rafe have you seen y/n?” Topper asks. “Yea, she just went into the bathroom. Doesn’t look so good.” He chuckled stepping into the pool. “What? What do you mean?” Topper worried. “She just looks real rough.” He says opening up a beer. “What’s that supposed to mean Rafe?” Topper got more stern, his eyes were wide. “Relax buddy, she just looks like she got it real rough.” He laughed to himself. “Rafe that’s not funny.” Topper was serious. Kelce was laughing along with Rafe. “Chill, I’m joking Top.” Rafe says sitting on the pool step.

“There she is, little miss sunshine!” Kelce mocked as you walked out. “You feeling okay there? You look really rough.” Rafe taunted you with a smirk. “I’m fine.” You blankly say. “I bet you are, you feel ok? You look like of wobbly.” Rafe added on. Was he going to keep doing this? Keep hinting at every chance he got? “Just a little nausea.” You say sitting by the pool ledge. Topper waded over to you and stood between your legs and kissed you. Rafe watched with a twisted smirk on his face, he sipped his beer watching you making you nervous.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really on edge.” Topper asks. “Too I’m fine, really.” You reassured him. Topper looked over your body and noticed finger prints on your stomach. “What happened y/n?” He looked you dead in the eyes. “What?” You asked your eyebrows furrowed. “The finger prints, who are they from?” He asks. You heard Rafe whistle and Kelce start to chuckle. “Do you have something to say Rafe? Or are you just being your usual asshole self?” You yelled at him. “Hey hey, it’s okay.” Topper comforted you. “So y/n what are they from?” Rafe was being a cocky asshole, trying to get a rise out of you. “Me and Sarah were goofing off last night in the living room, wrestling matches and shit with the boys.” You lied. “So that’s what that screaming and banging was.” He taunts. “Yup.” You nodded. “Damn Rafe you spying on your sister?” Kelce laughs. “I just heard a lot coming from her mouth, a lot of dirty dirty things.” Rafe smirked.

“You know what Rafe? Out with it, what the fuck are you hinting at?!” Topper whipped around looking at him. “You wanna tell him or should I?” Rafe says. Topper looked from you to Rafe, his face fell. “Nothing Top, im just fucking with her real good.”

Ahhhhhhh I don’t know where the fuck this idea came from, but I’m glad I got it! I hope you guys enjoy this dirty dark fic :))

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⭒𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬⭒

⭒𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞

⭒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐰𝐛𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

⭒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝟖𝟒𝟔

you curled your legs into your chest and laid on your side, wishing nothing more but for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

your period decided to grace its presence a week early this morning, red staining your new comforter and sharp pains carving your insides into shreds.

your phone pinged from beside you, followed by another.

groaning, you reached for the device before unlocking it.

message from: rafe

'want 2 cum over?'

you cringed at his wording that, any other day, would have made you laugh and make your way over. but all you wanted to do was, well, vomit.

message from: rafe

'u alive?'

how charming.

you tossed your phone across your bed and smushed your face into the pillow, screaming into the plush material as your stomach doubled into knots.

"yo."

your eyes fluttered open to the sound of a man's voice, rafe's voice.

there he was. standing in your room.

"r-rafe?" you mumbled, forcing yourself to sit up as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

"how the hell did you get in here?"

"the window," he said in a 'matter of fact tone.'

rafe had snuck through your window multiple times in order to avoid your parents, but what he didn't know was that they were out of town for a couple days.

"why weren't you responding to my texts?" he asked, breaking the silence as you noticed him staring at your phone discarded to the side.

"rafe, i'm really not in the mood for your dick in me right now- so if you could so kindly leave-"

"since when did you not want to fuck?" he laughed, eyes squinting in disbelief as you groaned loudly, another cramp hitting your stomach like a truck.

"since blood decided to gush out of my lady parts this morning," you snapped.

rafe was always an ass, but you were not in the mood for bantering.

his eyes widened for a second before dropping, his pupils softening at now realizing your uncomfortable state.

"at least you aren't pregnant," he chuckled, nose scrunching as he shrugged his shoulders.

oh you could sock him right in the face.

"fuck off, rafe," you spat, throwing your pillow at his body but unfortunately he dogged it.

you gave him the finger before rolling over and yanking the covers over your body.

you heard him mumble something under his breath before leaving your room, this time through the door.

you would have cried from his reaction, hormones speaking, but your body was exhausted.

"wake up."

was that rafe, again?

"rafe, what did i say?" you groaned, rolling over dramatically and pulling the blanket down, "i don't want to have sex-"

now wasn't that a sight.

rafe cameron standing in your room with a grocery bag and heating pad.

"calm down, i come in peace," he says, placing the bag next to you before kicking off his shoes and moving to sit in front of you.

"is that chocolate?" you asked, taking out a bar before grabbing another. and another.

"i didn't know which one, so i got options," he raised his hands in defense, "didn't need you ripping my head off."

you couldn't help but laugh quietly, a smile forming on your lips as you mumbled a thank you.

"rom-com?" you asked, eyebrows raised as you inspected the DVD case you pulled from the bag.

he cleared his throat before scratching the back of his neck.

"you're the weirdo who enjoys them."

"hey!" you gasped, smacking him with the case before tossing it to the side.

"well this weirdo is about to watch this movie, so don't think you need to stay here hostage," you said, watching his eyes soften as he bit the inside of his mouth.

"i'll go heat up the heating pad."

you don’t know how you got into this situation.

cuddling with your fuck buddy—his arm wrapped around your waist and legs tangled together, your hands in a bowl of popcorn mixed with m&ms.

the corny rom-con played across the tv, rafe not paying much attention as he kept stealing glances at you.

“feeling better?” he asked, voice soft as he squeezed your waist.

you turned to look at him, a small smile on his face as he raised an eyebrow.

“not really,” you sighed, giving him a teasing smile as he hummed.

“really?” he asked, face only inches away from yours as his minty breath fanned over your lips.

before you could answer, rafe closed the gap to connect his soft lips with yours.

you’ve kissed rafe multiple times, granted it’s been during more intimate moments—but this time felt different.

he was slow, and caring. he was gentle with you.

his hand caressing the side of your face as if you were made of glass, the complete opposite of how he would in bed.

he pulled away for a second, blue eyes locking with yours—the only noise being the movie in the background.

“what about now?”

you bit your bottom lip, eyes closing for a second as you hummed…thinking.

“let’s try again.”

kindred souls ; jj maybank

summary: it’s not until you show up bruised and battered at the chateau that jj realises how similar your lives are

pairing: jj maybank x gn!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: angsty, abuse (luke and reader’s parents), domestic violence (towards reader), mention of substance abuse, slight fluffy ending, mentioned death of a sibling, jj is a bit of dick but he makes up for it

note: this is in no way trying to romanticise abuse, if it comes off that way, i’m really sorry. not my best but i wanted to get something out before i went back to university <3

if you are experiencing domestic abuse, as hard as it may be, tell somebody - whether that be a friend, a teacher, or a classmate - you are not alone <3

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