#dark!topper thornton
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House of Balloons
Topper Thornton x Reader
Summary: It was storming the night he told you that no man in Outer Banks will ever love you like he does
warnings: Dub-Con, stepcest, loss of virginity, jealousy, underage drinking, kook!reader, non canon ages
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You should’ve guessed that things weren’t right the night your brother punched your very first boyfriend in the face.
Your anger over his actions was only trumped by your embarrassment. The other unsuspecting teenager had been completely blindsided, falling out cold on the floor of the party while you had been temporarily frozen with shock. No matter what excuse Topper gave that night—words slurring and pupils blown—you hadn’t wanted to hear it. Your humiliation and confusion and irritation had made you shut him out completely, only made worse by your fears coming true when you were swiftly dumped two days later.
“He was too old for you, anyway,” was his only comment on the situation.
You’d been fourteen then, and your boyfriend was the same age as him.
Your dating life after that was sparse to say the least, hardly anyone wanting to go near the girl with the overprotective brother. Nonexistent wasn’t the right word to use. After all, you still took the odd brave guy or two up on their offers, skipping class and sneaking out of your room just to have something like the same experiences your friends were having. It worked for a time.
Until they decided they wanted something with less effort and trouble, and you supposed you couldn’t blame them.
“If you’d actually been honest with me, I could’ve long told you those guys were assholes and not to waste your time.”
That was what Topper told you the night you’d finally decided to confide in him, his expression lacking anger…but only holding disappointment. You didn’t know why that bothered you more than him being mad. Maybe it was because you looked up to Topper in ways that should’ve been reserved for your father. The day he married Topper’s mother, it was like you became less in his eyes, the older man finally gaining the son he always wanted.
Topper could be a suffocating dick sometimes, but the way he cared about you was comforting.
“What did you expect from me when you literally ran my first boyfriend off?” you wondered with a roll of your eyes, applying your blush. “Sue me for wanting to have the life you did.”
You could see the blond lounged along your bed in the reflection of your mirror, his blue gaze briefly lifting from the phone in his hand. He watched you sift through the myriad of lip glosses in your drawer before finally speaking.
“Yeah, I remember him. He was an asshole who with a preference for ‘fresh meat’, an asshole I explicitly told to stay away from you,” he told you.
You paused at that, catching his gaze in the mirror, and the corner of his lips twitched when you sighed.
“You could’ve told me that,” you mumbled. “You just kept saying that he was an asshole who didn’t deserve me. Surely, you knew that was like catnip to a high school freshman, right?”
You threw him a look.
“I blamed you for months when he broke up with me.”
Topper only shrugged.
“I knew you’d thank me one day,” he smugly replied, and you bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction even though the damage was done. “Besides, I did what any good brother should do—look out for you until you’re old enough to make your own choices.”
Done with your makeup, you merely pursed your lips, staring at him through the mirror as he scrolled on his phone. The longer the silence stretched, that was when Topper finally lifted his gaze again, and you scoffed the moment his eyes met yours.
“You’re trying to pretend like you’re still not a controlling asshole, and it’s actually upsetting,” you huffed, standing. “Like I didn’t see your eyebrow twitch the other night when I told your mother I had a date.”
Before you could grab the dress at the foot of your bed, Topper beat you to it. You watched him run a hand through his blond strands, making his way to your closet as your words hung in the air.
“That’s because you don’t have the best taste in guys,” you heard him throw over his shoulder.
He was in your closet, and the sound of shuffling fabric and moving hangers reached your ears. When he came back out, there was an entirely different dress hanging off of his hand, and you could only eye it as he neared you. He slowly held it out to you, blue gaze boring into your own.
“Your graduation dress looks better on you,” was his only comment.
You eyed it again, silently—and reluctantly—agreeing. You were slow to take it, met with the very smirk you didn’t want to see, and Topper’s voice carried into the bathroom as you shut the door behind you.
“Still, you’re eighteen, now, and I have to let you do what you want,” you rolled your eyes at his remark. “Even if what you want are lower-class Pogues who can’t even afford to take you on a proper date.”
Your dress wasn’t even zipped all the way when you swung the door open, face pinched as you glared at the other man. Topper was leaning against the wall next to the bathroom, and the lack of humor on his face told you that wasn’t a joke. You told yourself that this wasn’t surprising, very much aware of how classist your brother could be, but it didn’t do anything to lessen your anger.
“Could you be any more of a snob? His family doesn’t have a vacation house and a two-car garage, so now he’s low class?” you scoffed.
Topper tilted his head at you, an expression on his face that begged you to be serious.
“He’s not even picking you up. You’re meeting him at the beach. You call it romantic, I call it cheap and lazy,” he elaborated, straightening and invading your personal space.
You clenched your teeth when he reached out to gently touch your arms, forcing you to turn around without a word. One of his hands lightly touched your hip, holding the dress in place while his other pulled on the zipper. You could feel his cool breath against your neck, and you were unsurprised when another nagging comment met your ears.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have to be the asshole you think I am if you actually picked men worthy of your time,” he whispered.
When you looked at him over your shoulder, Topper merely shrugged, his expression telling you that he wasn’t happy about it, but he wasn’t going to stop you. Again, there was that disappointment flitting across his features, and it unfortunately had you second guessing things. Some part of you knew that Topper was right, but his quick dismissal of your potential boyfriend made your stubbornness rear its ugly head.
“Don’t wait up for me,” was all you told him as you grabbed your purse.
The only response you got was a slight snort, but Topper said nothing otherwise, both of you knowing that despite what you requested, he was absolutely going to.
The night Topper kissed you, you were drunk out of your mind.
That potential boyfriend became an official boyfriend who turned out to be a piece of shit. Your breakup coincided with some silly party your parents were throwing, Topper being your only age mate on the whole property, so it was only natural that you found yourselves on the back deck that connected to his bedroom. It was dimly lit and hidden away from any curious gazes that might be in the yard below.
“Can you just…not say I told you so?” you mumbled, finger tapping against the glass in your hand. “It’s bad enough that I told the whole family to account for him being here tonight.”
When Topper reached over to steal your drink, fingers grazing yours as he did, you let him.
“You know that’s not my thing,” he said, voice low. “Besides, it’s not like it’d do any good.”
You couldn’t hold in your soft chuckle, louder laughs in the yard overpowering yours, but theirs lacked your bitterness.
You didn’t even know why this breakup bothered you so much. The whole relationship lasted a month, but that did nothing to soften the blow. You’d dived head first into the relationship—as you always did—and so those thirty days just felt like ninety in your mind. You’d been hopeful, excited, and you recalled something a friend said once…about so much of the relationship happening in your head.
You were reluctant to admit that she’d been right.
Not unlike before, you’d made up so much of his personality. You’d given him attributes and an entire personality that didn’t align with reality, and that was why you felt blindsided. Looking back, there was nothing about him that told you he was a patient and loving and understanding guy, so was it really a shock when broke up with you? It’d been a month, and you weren’t ready to have sex with him, and so he responded in a way that guys like him usually did.
Anyone could’ve seen that coming, and yet…
“What’s wrong with me?”
You almost didn’t realize you’d said that, the words coming out in a small whisper before you could swallow them down. You liked to think it was the alcohol talking, but you knew that the brown liquor you’d snuck away was only just making you more honest. You were entertaining thoughts you normally preferred to ignore and shove down.
“Hey…”
Topper’s tone told you that he’d heard you loud and clear, and you only shook your head when his hand gently touched your arm.
“I mean…” you shrugged, throwing a hand out. “Am I not good enough to actually get to know?”
Topper said your name, and you heard him sit the drink down.
“If I don’t put out, am I just…not worth the effort?”
His voice was firmer this time when he said your name, and you hadn’t realized that he moved closer until his hands were on your arms and making you face him. There was a frown on his face as he eyed you, that blue gaze of his tracing your features.
“Stop letting these assholes get to you,” he told you. “You’re better than every single one of them.”
His advice was easier said than done, and so you didn’t respond, only frowning back at him before your eyes fell to the wood, tracing the lines in it.
“You have to say that, Topper,” you sighed. “It doesn’t exactly hit the same coming from you.”
You heard him release a heavy sigh too, his hands coming up to frame your face. When you were forced to look at him again, there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t name. Topper’s blond hair wasn’t in its normal neat state, the light strands kissing his forehead as he ran his gaze over your face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and so you were relieved when he voiced his thoughts.
“I’m saying it because it’s true…because I don’t actually have to say anything,” he continued, an edge to his voice. “I don’t have to tell you that I think you’re an insecure little girl who dates losers because you don’t have your father’s approval.”
You flinched at that, frown deepening.
“I don’t have to tell you that it pisses me off that you just don’t learn,” he bit out, and you hated how much his words stung.
…because they were true.
“You go after these guys who shouldn’t even have the confidence to approach you, and what kills me is that every time they break your heart, you go out prepared to repeat the process-.”
“Jesus, Topper!” you slapped one of his hands away. “What the hell?”
You sat up straight, tearfully glowering at him. The other guy didn’t look all that sorry, and you angrily wiped your face with a scoff.
“Is this your idea of comforting me?” you choked out.
The blond briefly looked away, and he at least had the sense to have some shame, a sheepish glint passing through his eyes. You watched him swallow, jaw clenching as he seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.
“You could just do so much better,” he finally said, tone thick with disappointment. “…and you choose not to.”
You bristled at his words.
“Let you tell it, no guy is good enough for me, so you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take your critique to heart,” you spat.
“No guy is good enough for you.”
Topper wasn’t looking at you, but instead was staring straight ahead, one arm resting on a bent knee. The sounds of the party still provided some background noise, but you weren’t focused on that. You were more focused on the tightness in your brother’s jaw, a coldness in his blue eyes that wasn’t unfamiliar to you. Of all his friends, Topper was considered the nice one—the respectable one—but you were probably one of the few people who knew just how nasty he could be.
It was something that only one other person was able to bring out in him.
So…you didn’t know why you said it.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”
You were trying to get under his skin…but you didn’t know that you were already there.
“Maybe I am…”
Topper’s tone was even, devoid of all humor, and he slowly turned to look at you.
His response took you by surprise, and your lips parted, prepared to jokingly tell him to shut up when his expression gave you pause. There was no mirthful twinkle in his eye, not even a mocking or condescending glint that told you he was playing along and trying to bother you just as much.
Topper was serious.
“Maybe I am jealous,” he continued, shifting to fully face you, now. “So, now what?”
You frowned at him, blinking a few times as your mouth opened and closed. You were all too aware of your heart in your chest…among other things. Like the fact that you two were alone and Topper was really close, and you’d had way too much to drink. The party downstairs felt so far away, and you briefly squeezed your eyes shut.
No, you and Topper didn’t share blood, but this revelation you were slowly coming to terms with unsettled you beyond belief. Topper couldn’t be jealous…not of your exes…because that implied that… You shook your head, looking away and having the strong urge to lie down.
“Do you know what it’s like? To know you give asshole after asshole a chance, and there’s nothing I can do about it?”
“Yeah, because-!”
“I know what I am, Y/N,” he cut you off. “You don’t have to remind me.”
He bitterly mumbled that last part, and you finally looked at him again.
“Topper…you can’t be jealous of my exes,” you slowly told him, the words coming out in a whisper like you were afraid to say it out loud.
You were all too aware of just how close he’d gotten, and it was hard to focus on anything else. You wanted to leave—needed to leave—but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You watched his blue eyes flit over your face, studying you and drinking you in, and you sharply inhaled when you saw his hand lifting out of the corner of your eye.
“Well, that’s too bad,” he quietly responded, hand coming up to take hold of your jaw.
You pushed against his arm—and chest—but the blond wouldn’t budge, and a bout of panic took hold of you.
“Topper-!”
The rest of your words were swallowed and forgotten, his lips moving against yours in a kiss. It—in combination with the alcohol—made your head spin, and you gasped against his lips. He took the opportunity to taste the inside of your mouth, moving closer and pressing his chest to yours. One hand against his chest and one against his arm didn’t deter him, and you jumped when an arm tightly snaked around your waist.
You were practically forced into Topper’s lap, and the more he kissed you, the more you forgot about the party downstairs.
The alcohol made it hard to focus on what was important, your brain getting distracted and becoming preoccupied with the taste of alcohol on his tongue. You were hyperaware of his hand pressing into your waist and the way his other hand was so warm against your jaw, his thumb tracing patterns into your skin. The ministrations had your body heating up, and although you knew why you needed to stop, you couldn’t work your limbs to try harder to.
Your head fell back when Topper’s lips traveled to your throat, and he let your face go, fingers dancing down your frame.
When they found comfort on your thigh, your dress riding up in the commotion, you shuddered. They felt so hot against your skin, and the heat traveled all the way to your stomach, settling deeply there. Without thinking, you parted your thighs a bit, and you felt Topper hum against your throat. The sound was soon followed by his hand disappearing between your legs, and you involuntarily bucked your hips closer.
You were shocked at how easy it was for him to push a finger into you. It dragged a breathy yelp from your lips, your hand coming up to grab onto his shoulder when he added another. You spread your legs more, hips lifting, and you heard Topper curse as he sank his fingers into you. You couldn’t stop moaning, the alcohol making you lose all sense of caution, so you weren’t shocked when he kissed you again.
“Topper,” you gasped against his mouth.
It was wrong, and you remembered why it was wrong…but you couldn’t stop. Before where you’d been trying to push him away, you were now pulling him closer, lifting your hips to meet every curve of his fingers and toes curling against the wood of the balcony. You were dripping around him, now, something that would’ve embarrassed you had you been in your right mind, but at the moment, you only wanted to come.
When you did, he let your waist go to cover your mouth.
You couldn’t stop murmuring and mewling into the palm of his hand, his other hand still pushing fingers into you and circling your bundle of nerves with his thumb. Stars danced in your vision, and you felt the blond lean in and press kisses against your throat and collarbone. You were still trembling when you started to frown, all too aware of his fingers inside of you as you wondered what you’d just done.
You ignored the heat of familiar gazes as you grabbed your things, wanting to be literally anywhere else.
Hitting a few balls with Rafe turned into hitting a few with Kelce and Rafe and then eventually Topper and Kelce and Rafe. The arrival of your brother had triggered a drastic mood shift, and as much as you’d tried to hide it, you didn’t think you were doing a good job. Especially once the gathering was moved inside to get something to eat. Unable to pretend anymore, you feigned an illness.
“Y/N, at least let me drive you…”
“I’d rather walk,” you told Topper, avoiding his eye and declining his offer.
There was no doubt in your mind that the other two picked up on the tension, confirmed when Rafe’s voice carried as you exited the building.
“Geez,” he’d exhaled. “What’s going on with you two?”
The question still lingered in your mind all the way back home.
What’s going on with you two… How loaded that answer was, and you yourself couldn’t even convey it fully. Memories of the party had plagued your mind for weeks, now, and despite how you should feel about it, you were learning that it wasn’t so simple. Your stomach flipped for multiple reasons as you recalled the feeling of Topper’s hands on you.
The entire ordeal was beyond dubious, your head in the toilet later that night only proof of how much you’d had to drink. Finding out that your brother thought of you in ways a brother shouldn’t should’ve gone in a whole other direction. The lack of blood relation did little to lessen your uneasiness and guilt, chest aching uncomfortably at the memory of his fingers inside of you.
Your parents were married, had been for eight years, now.
You were well and fully settled in as a family unit at this point…and yet…
That did nothing to lessen the heat deep in your gut when you thought about Topper kissing you and touching you in ways no one ever had before. It was something that kept you up at night, and on particularly bad nights, you found your own hand drifting between your legs to try and replicate the same feelings he’d pulled from you under the cover of darkness while your parents had been none the wiser.
To say that things were awkward and messed up was an understatement.
You were angry with him…but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was a source of great conflict for you, and unsure of how to act around the one person you’d trusted the most, you simply opted with ignoring him and avoiding him as best as you could. Not only was this noticeable to any and everyone you knew—your combined presence a normality—but it also pissed Topper off.
Very much.
“You can’t ignore me forever.”
Those were the words that greeted you a few days later as you washed dishes. His mother was out, and your father was upstairs in his study, and despite the fact that you very much wanted to do what he said you couldn’t, you acknowledged him, anyway.
“I can try…”
When he said your name, it was softly spoken, but you weren’t oblivious to the edge in his voice.
“Can we talk for a sec…” he suggested. “I mean, like, a real conversation.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you-.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it,” he breathed, his hand coming up to rest on your arm. “You have a lot to say to me, and I don’t care if you just want to curse me out because you’ve never held back before.”
Roughly dropping a plate back into the water, you took a deep breath. Facing Topper, you really looked at him for the first time in weeks. You hated that despite the circumstances of what happened that night, he looked different to you…less like a brother… Such a thought made you briefly close your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were angry again.
“What is wrong with you?” you breathlessly wondered.
Your tone had his jaw clenching, and you watched him look away. You didn’t pull your gaze away as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, and when he looked at you again, you were surprised to find a hint of anger in his blue eyes.
“You’re treating me like…like I’m some kind of pervert,” he whispered.
Your heart did clench at that, and you couldn’t pretend to ignore how that accusation made you feel. You were closer to Topper than you were to anyone else, and despite your anger, you still loved him—cared about him. No, you didn’t think that, but the circumstances of that night—and the circumstances surrounding this entire situation—were messing with your head.
“…and instead of like the guy who has always cared about you.”
You swallowed.
“I fucked up that night,” he admitted to you. “I messed up, and I can see that it’s freaked you out, and I’m sorry.”
Your eyes burned at his apology, and even though some part of you wanted something else just as much, you knew that an apology was what you should want more than anything. That night had to be a one-off thing, something to never be repeated. If you wanted to keep your sanity and have things go back to normal, you had to forget about it, and you had to convince Topper to do the same.
“Topper, we can’t…we can’t do anything like that ever again,” you whispered, and you watched his face even out. “I can’t tell you how to feel…”
The blond nodded, swiping his tongue between his lips.
“…but I’m telling you that I need things to go back to normal…”
Topper’s shoulders sagged at that, and you struggled to swallow.
“You’re the one person that I can talk to about almost anything…and the one person I know I can count on, and… I’m feeling really unsure about that, right now, and I don’t like that, and it’s scary…”
You trailed off when Topper wrapped his arms around you, gently shushing you.
“I’m sorry,” he quietly apologized again. “I’m sorry, and you’re right.”
He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, and you shuddered when his lips grazed your skin as he spoke.
“I was being a selfish asshole that night,” he whispered. “Obviously this can’t be anything else.”
His hands moved up and down your back in soothing gestures, and while it was reminiscent of something he always did to calm you, you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder about what other meaning it might’ve always had. Telling yourself that Topper cared more about what you wanted instead of chasing the high of an alcohol fueled night, you hugged him back, accepting his apology.
It was storming the night you lost your virginity to your stepbrother.
The loud rain and harsh winds and booming thunder all seemed to work together to drown out the sounds of your breathless moans and surprised gasps. Topper’s forearms were pressed into the pillow on either side of your head as he snapped his hips against yours, the mix of pain and pleasure jumbling your brain. With the power out, the only source of light came from the occasional flash of lightning.
A late-night conversation had dwindled down into nothing the longer the night dragged on. Dozing off at his side wasn’t abnormal, your descent into fatigue made all the more quicker when accompanied by the sound of rain hitting the window. Despite your brief rough patch after that night, you and Topper started treating each other like you always had. It wasn’t without difficulty. After all, there were nights where you still woke up with the memory of his lips touching yours, but it was easy enough to ignore…
Waking up to the feel of an arm around your waist and a hardness against your thigh was not.
You feigned sleep, unsure of what to do or how to proceed and even unsure if Topper was awake and wholly aware. The wind knocked the shutters against the window, and the room was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightning. The thunder and rain were all you could hear, even deaf to your own breathing, but especially Topper’s. However, when you turned your head, you learned that the blond was very much awake.
You didn’t have time to properly gather your thoughts about the kiss, Topper pulling you against him and rolling on top of you before you could. Your mind had been going a mile a minute to make sense of what was happening, and by the time you did, it was too late—his bare chest was pressing against yours and his arms were caging you in.
“Oh my God,” you’d breathed the moment he pushed his cock into you.
The words had escaped from both the shock and the pain, repeating them as you also registered the way your stomach flipped.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in the darkness, a miracle that you could hear him. “You’re okay.”
Were you?
“Topper,” you’d murmured, your tone making your thoughts clear.
“I fucking love you,” was his defense. “Don’t you get that?”
He remained still inside of you for some time, both of you quietly going back and forth.
“We can’t do this,” you’d hissed.
“You saying we can’t isn’t the same as you saying you don’t want to…”
It was the truth, and you weren’t going to lie, but you could only manage to shake your head.
When he started to move, you gasped, somehow getting used to the feel of him in the time you argued. Feeling him pull out before pushing his way back into you had your back arching, absentmindedly lifting your hips. Every reason as to why you shouldn’t do this became less and less important the longer he fucked you. Your nails clawed at his skin, and Topper hissed at the feeling.
He nipped at your neck, teeth gently pulling at the skin while he plunged his cock into you. You felt so full and so stretched in a way that your fingers—nor his—could compare to. All that was left of the pain was a dull ache, even that becoming overshadowed by the pleasure his thrusts brought to you. You were thankful for the storm, sure you wouldn’t even be able to keep quiet if you tried.
“None of those assholes loved you,” he panted against your lips, fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of your neck. “None of them will ever love you like I do.”
Your fingers pressed into his arm and back, breath hitching at a particularly hard thrust.
When he kissed you, just like that night, you kissed him back. Only this time, you weren’t drunk. You were perfectly sober, and you moaned against his lips at the feel of his cock sinking into you. This was the wettest you’d ever been, dripping around him and making a mess of his sheets, no doubt. His hair was damp with sweat, the soft strands pressing against your forehead, and his skin fared no better. Your hands slid over him with ease, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your frames.
Topper was still fucking you when the thunder stopped, and the rain slackened. It was still dark, but you found yourself biting your lip in an effort to not give yourselves away. You found it difficult, the blonde’s cock hitting something inside of you that made you shudder and clench down onto him. When his hands trailed down to grab onto your waist, his fingers dug into your skin as he lifted your hips for you.
You could just make him out in the darkness, his gaze holding yours as you held onto him and fluttered around his cock. You could feel him push himself to his knees, and you dazedly reached down to cover his hands with your own. He stroked something inside of you that pushed you closer and closer to the edge, and the moment you fell over, you sank your teeth into your lip so hard that you tasted blood.
Your vision momentarily went completely dark, only able to focus on the feel of you tightening around Topper. You took note of his hands on your waist, your hands on his, the movement of the bed and the soft rain outside. As your breathing slowed, you also noticed the sloppiness of his thrusts, and your vision refocused just as the blond pulled out.
His sigh reached your ears as he came onto your stomach.
Aside from the rain, the only sound in the room was that of your soft and labored breathing. You were equally awed and shocked, almost feeling like you’d just had an out of body experience. You were trembling, but not just because you were cold, and sensing this, Topper wrapped his arms around you.
“Topper…”
Your tone was unsure, too many emotions fighting for dominance as you marinated in the aftermath of what just happened. His chest was to your back—heart still racing—and his only response was a quiet ‘tomorrow’. The hand that wasn’t resting on your stomach found a home on the front of your throat, and Topper softly repeated himself when he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.
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Ex Friends with Benefits ch III
dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader x dark!Topper Thorton
Warnings: noncon, smut, threesome, drugging, drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, guilt tripping
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Rafe’s fingers tightened into fists at his side at the mention of your name, lip curling as he frowned. “No, she’s been avoiding me actually, Top.”
“Damn Rafe, I thought you two were finally getting closer,” Topper joked suggestively with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s just playing hard to get. You know how all those uptight rich bitches are. Can’t admit what they actually want,” Rafe replied bitterly and Topper laughed.
You flashed across his memory, the way you used to glance at him secretly when you were with others. How sometimes when you sat by each other while eating, he would trace his fingers across your bare thighs under the table and tease you in front of all of your friends, who were none the wiser to his touches.
Anger rose in him when he remembered the last time he had seen you, how you had told him you wanted a break. Yeah, fucking right.
He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what that meant.
You were done with him.
But there was no way in hell that Rafe was done with you.
“Well if I had to put money on it, I’d say she doesn’t want anything to do with you. I bet you finally scared her off with your fucking staring,” at that, Rafe whipped his head at Topper, glaring. But Topper only laughed. “Yeah, of course I noticed that shit too. You’re not exactly subtle, Rafe.”
The Kook king scoffed at that, venom thick in his voice when he hissed back, “You don’t know anything, Top.”
“Oh yeah? Try me, you know I always thought Y/N was sexy as hell,” the challenge in Topper’s voice was clear, and competitive bravado rose in Rafe’s chest.
A sick thought flashed across his mind. One that he couldn’t ignore.
If he really wanted, he could have you so god damn cock drunk you’d let Topper fuck you too.
Sure it might take a little extra liquid motivation, but that was never something you had shied away from.
And besides, Rafe was getting pissed at the fact that you had been ignoring his calls and texts.
How long were you planning on acting like he didn’t exist anymore?
It wasn’t right. You used to be his best friend, the two of you did everything together. He had spent so much time with you recently that he felt empty without you around.
And the fact that you could just break things off like it was nothing? Over one little mistake?
It made his blood fucking boil.
Rafe set up a line quickly, snorting it before he leaned back, expression stormy. He stared at the coke on the table, before his expression changed.
“You should invite her to your party this weekend, Top. I promise you, she’ll be all over both of us,” Rafe smirked, glancing at his friend as his plan came together in his head.
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You smiled at Topper as he returned with your second drink, some fruity concoction that tasted like there was a lot of rum in it.
“Thanks Topper!” You followed him through his house to the living room, snaking your way through his packed house.
You took another swig as you sat down on the couch, eyeing the array of drugs that were laid on the table before you.
“And you’re sure Rafe’s not gonna be here tonight?” You questioned the blond nervously as he sat beside you.
It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him, the night he had pushed your boundaries too far for you comfort. You hadn’t talked with your friend since, too nervous to answer the phone or reach out to him first.
“Um, yeah he shouldn’t be here. But if he is, I’ll keep him away from you,” Topper winked and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.
You took another sip of your drink, already feeling tipsy, but the night was young and you wanted to get a little high too, so you asked Topper to set up a line for you.
You leaned over the table, snorting the (admittedly large) line
Sniffing, you rubbed under your nose to make sure you got all of it. You had never been one to back away from a challenge.
“Oh fuck, that was a lot,” you laughed as the head rush hit you hard.
“Do you wanna do another?” Topper asked you.
“Shit Top, slow down, gimme a second. You’re tryin to get me too fucked up,” the two of you laughed at your joke, Topper rolling his eyes, but your slight protest didn’t stop him from setting up two more lines.
You reclined against the couch, not surprised when Topper did the same beside you. You could feel the warmth of his leg and torso beside you, and you were surprised when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Is this okay, Y/N? I just get a bit cuddly when I’m high.” Your friend asked, and you hesitated for a second before nodding.
It was just Topper, you reasoned with yourself. He had been in love with Sarah Cameron for years. You knew that this was nothing more than innocent affection.
“Here, have more of your drink,” Topper shifted, reaching to the table to grab your cocktail before handing it to you.
“Ah thanks! I almost forgot about it.” You took a few gulps, enjoying the flavor of the drink Topper had made for you.
You were beginning to feel well past buzzed, the mix of coke and alcohol blurring your vision at the edges. The music in the house was loud, bass thumping against the walls and making your head hurt.
You realized that Topper was talking to you when you heard him repeat your name twice, his hand falling onto your thigh.
“Mm, what?” You turned your head towards him, and he drew closer.
“I said you look really good tonight, I like this dress,” he said, louder, eyes scanning over your body, and you blushed, cheeks hot from the alcohol and his compliment.
Topper was a good looking guy, you had to admit that, but the two of you had been friends for so long that you had never even really considered him in that light before, especially since he had been on and off with Sarah for so long.
“Oh, thanks.” You replied, glancing down at the tight dress you had picked out.
“Do you wanna do that second line now, Y/N?” Topper questioned as his hand began to draw circles on your lower thigh.
“Um, sure,” you answered, and Topper withdrew his hand, leaning over to snort his line first.
“You got it?” He asked, noticing that you were just staring at the line. Your head was swimming.
“Ugh, I don’t know, I feel pretty fucked up already,” you admitted, stumbling over your words already, and your friend frowned.
“C’mon, Y/N, just one more?” He challenged with a grin. “I already lined it up for you and everything.”
“Mmm alright,” you slurred,
This one stung more than the first, despite being smaller.
Your head was spinning, the cold drink in your hand was only only making it worse, and you could barely keep your head up.
“How do you feel?” Topper voice felt both distant and too loud, and you shook your head, leaning against your friend’s chest as you mumbled.
“I- I think I should lie down,” you felt dizzy, the lightheadedness confused you, how were you already this fucked up? You had only had two drinks, but you felt like you had had eight.
“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” The blond asked you and you nodded.
“Can you carry me?” You slurred, you didn’t think you could walk past the end of this room, much less up a flight of stairs to Topper’s room.
“Yeah I got you,” he stood up, bending over to scoop you into his arms before heading to his room.
You cuddled against his chest as he carried you, the drugs were making you feel strange, like you couldn’t remember exactly where you were or what you were doing.
He laid you down onto the bed, carefully removing your heels, and you groggily slurred out a thanks.
“Hold on one second,” he turned away before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text.
You felt comfortable in his large, plush bed but you were taken by surprise when you felt it shift under your friends weight.
You turned to meet his eyes, but he moved faster, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his as his mouth covered yours.
Your eyes shot open, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue pushed its way in, his hand gripping your chin and holding you in place.
Fear and confusion coursed through your body. Why was he doing this? You didn’t think anything of his compliments at the time, but looking back, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.
Had he been trying to get you as drunk as possible just to take advantage of you?
Your mind went blank when you felt his hand creeping under your dress, alarm bells ringing as he pushed the material up to your hips.
You shoved at him, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath.
“Top- mm- stop that-!” your anxious, mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears, his hands grabbing at you rougher when you talked back.
“Shh, Y/N, lighten up, stop being so uptight.” He mumbled as his lips found you neck, and you tensed up completely when you felt him slid your panties to the side before pushing a finger into you.
You gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath as tears came to your eyes when he pushed his second finger in.
To your horror you could feel yourself getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they curled inside you.
The conflicting feelings swirled inside you, the blur of pleasure and panic becoming confusing. Your body couldn’t help but respond to his touch, soft moans fell past your lips in between sobs.
“Shit,” Topper groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down, stroking himself as he fingered you, before pulling the digits out.
Your stomach dropped, heart pumping in terror as he lined himself up with your entrance.
“T-Topper,” you begged, tears falling past your lashes as your looked up at the blond. “P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking him, the inner turmoil of your mind clashing with the primal desires of your body.
For a moment, it seemed like he was conflicted, but resolution set on his face as he gazed into your fearful eyes.
You felt nauseous when he grabbed your legs, easily parting them and bending your knees towards your chest. You squirmed in his grip, but you were too sluggish to stop him.
Topper sunk into you, stretching you out inch by inch. You whined and he shushed you again, this time covering your mouth with his hand.
When his hips met yours, he groaned, voice trembling, “fuck Y/N, I really thought Rafe was exaggerating but I get why this pussy drives him so crazy.”
Your tears were falling much more freely now, his words barely registered in your ears, and you gasped against his hand when he snapped his hips against yours the first time.
It was getting harder to breathe, panic filling your lungs as Toppers hand blocked your mouth. You grabbed at his hand, scratching him and he groaned as he moved his hand from your mouth to your chest.
His hands fumbled with the top of your dress, batting away your hands as you weakly pushed at him before he pulled your tits free, roughly groping them as he fucked you.
There was a movement at the door, and your eyes flicked to the figure in the entryway, new found courage to escape imbuing you. Topper didn’t acknowledge the new person, not even pausing to see who it was.
Your excitement was short lived, transforming in to a sick fear when the man spoke.
“Got your text. I told you she was a good fuck. She’s such a slut, I bet she’s fucking dripping around you right now.”
Rafe’s voice was unmistakable, and when his word’s registered in his ears, you realized with a shock exactly what was happening.
They had laid a trap for you, and you had walked right into it.
“She feels amazing,” Topper groaned, fucking you harder now, cock driving into you at a feverish pace. The pleasure in your gut was beginning to build and to your horror, you could feel yourself getting wetter.
Off to the side, you heard Rafe’s shorts fall to the floor and when you turned your head, you could see him, hard and stroking himself at the sight of his friend taking advantage of you.
He neared the bed and you flinched when his hand tangled into your hair, turning you towards him as he guided himself to your mouth.
When you shook your head, he sighed in disappointment, his next words were cold, “open your mouth, Y/N. Or you’re not going to like it when I take my turn.”
Disgust swirled in your gut and tearfully, you resigned yourself, parting your lips and allowing him to push himself further into your mouth.
Topper groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into your hips harder and glancing down to watch your cunt stretch around him as he plunged his dick into you again and again.
“Fuuck,” Rafe hissed as he began to shift his hips, sliding his dick a bit deeper with every thrust. “I missed that pretty mouth you got, Y/N/N.”
Your stomach twisted at the familiar nickname, one that you hadn’t heard in weeks, as Rafe was the only one you had ever let call you that.
Topper’s cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars, toes curling and thighs trembling as you came. You moaned around the dick in your mouth, and the other blond groaned when you squeezed around him, a gush of wetness allowing him to slide into your cunt easier.
Your jaw ached, scalp burning as Rafe tugged your hair to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. You gagged when he pushed too far, but he was relentless, taking his revenge on you for keeping yourself away from him for so long.
When he pulled out to give you a breather your relief was slow lived, as Topper closed in, pressing more skin to yours, hands wandering and grabbing at you hungrily.
His pace crescendoed before he reached his peak, lips smothering yours as he groaned, fingers digging into your skin so hard when he came that you knew you would have bruises.
In your drug induced stupor, you finally realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom when he slowly pulled out and you could feel his sticky cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.
You breathed in shakily, still in a daze about what had just happened. You couldn’t meet Topper’s eyes.
“You’ve had your fun, get outta here, it’s my turn.”
Topper glared at Rafe, opening his mouth to argue, but his friend cut him off.
“Hey, who gave you the drugs in the first place? If I had let you do the dosing, she’d probably never wake up, dumbass,” Rafe snapped.
You felt nauseous again listening to their conversation, knowing that you had trusted Topper completely before tonight, and the idea that either of them would go this far made your head spin.
“Fine,” Topper relented finally, climbing off the bed without giving you a second glance as he grabbed his clothes and began pulling them back on. “And you’re sure she’s not gonna um… remember any of this, right?” He asked Rafe hesitantly.
“Yeah, we gave her a lot already. She’s not gonna remember a thing,” Rafe leaned over his abandoned shorts, grabbing a baggie and a card from his pocket before spilling a little out onto the card. You heard the door close as Topper walked out, leaving you alone and at Rafe’s mercy.
He brought the card to you, helping you sit up and bringing it under your nose as he covered one of your nostrils. You tried to move your head away, but he held you in place, forcing you to take more of what you now weren’t so sure was just coke.
The head rush made you feel dizzy and heavy, and you knew that this time it would be even harder to fight back.
Rafe pushed you back onto the bed, easily batting your arms away as you protested weakly.
“R-Rafe!” Begging did little to deter him. If anything, your pleas seemed to goad him on, relishing the fact that you were so terrified of him.
The blond pushed your legs open, guiding himself between them. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and you shuddered.
“You know, Y/N/N, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so patient. I made one mistake.” He sneered, voice bitter as he spat the words out.
Rafe forced himself into you, and you yelped at the feel, tears stinging your eyes. His large hand snaked around your throat, squeezing as he slowly filled you to the hilt.
“I have always fucking been there for you. But you threw me out like I was nothing.” The blond seethed. “Like- like the past eight years of our friendship didn’t mean anything to you.”
“P-Please-” you choked out, toes curling at the all too familiar feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He was like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough of you, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.
When he snapped his hips against yours, his pace was brutal and punishing. He was choked you harder now, to the point that you were afraid you might pass out.
You felt like you had been trapped in Topper’s room for hours, the drugs and adrenaline coursing through you made everything feel confusing. Every touch was intensified, like electricity over your skin, the feelings of pleasure and disgust mingling together to the point where you could barely tell them apart.
Rafe’s lips covered yours, sliding against them as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The feeling was repulsive, all too reminiscent of the many times the two of you had secretly hooked up before.
But this time everything was wrong.
His lips trailed to your neck, hot kisses planted at the spots he knew were the most sensitive. You tried to stifle your gasps of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Rafe knew exactly how your body worked. He had explored every inch until he had each curve memorized, he couldn’t forget you if he tried.
“I wanted you to be my girl, Y/N/N,” he confessed, pain and anger flashing in his darkened eyes.
Your eyes widened at his words, you knew that he had reacted awfully when you tried to break it off, but you had never suspected that Rafe had ever seen you as anything more than best friends who fooled around occasionally.
“It didn’t have to come to this,” he said, as if he genuinely believed that you were in the wrong.
You let out a choked moan when you felt him pressing against your clit, swirling the tender bud as he pounded into you.
The combination of his thick cock sliding into you with the stimulation on your tender bud had you seeing stars. Your toes curled and you bit down on your lip to stifle your moan as you came around him.
Your legs were trembling, pussy twitching and squeezing Rafe’s cock as he fucked you through your high, tears coursing down your cheeks in shame.
“Oh fuck, are you actually coming right now??” He laughed mockingly, a sick pride flashing across his face. “You’re so fucking pathetic, do you have any clue how goddamn wet you are right now?”
You couldn’t respond, brain so fried by the feelings of his dick pushing into you that you could only mewl helplessly, each sound punctuated with the snap of his hips.
He was fucking you frantically now, growling under his breath as you choked his cock, your fingernails gripping his arms to steady yourself.
You were caught off guard when you came again, tightening around him, and crying out his name.
Rafe cursed under his breath at the feeling, hips stuttering as he thrust into you deeper than before, groaning when he came, and you whimpered as you felt him filling you up with his cum.
He was panting, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You turned your head when you felt him get closer, but he cupped your cheek, allowing himself to press his forehead to yours.
Rafe kissed you softly, much more tenderly than before, but knowing the feelings behind the action made your stomach twist, the innocent kiss tainted by the weight of what he had just done.
“You were mine a long time before you knew you were, and I’m not going to let you just throw that away. This friendship isn’t over until I say it is.”
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First, congrats on 2k! It is well deserved.
Second, for the kink wheel: sharing, with JJ Maybank and topper Thornton? If you’re not cool with those two, I’m also okay with Rafe and Topper 😉
i'm gunna do rafetopper for this particular one just because i have a very specific scenario in mind i feel suits them better, but feel free to send me another jj and topper one baby!!
warnings; poly!rafetopper x reader, dark!rafe + soft!dark!topper, drug use (r is explicitly stated to have done coke, rafe is sorta implied), heavy petting, making out, no actual smut but it is implied, 18+ only
a/n; oh this is sooo... i love them. pls pls i am BEGGING for requests of these two now they're sexy asf
Thick fingers curl around the circumference of your ribcage, peeling slick lips away from his own; you preen angrily at Rafe beneath you, jerking your chin indignantly when he reaches towards your face to anchor your gaze to his own.
"How aren't you tired, hm? Been at this for far too long, kid."
You bounce on your bum, rocking back on your heels where you're perched upon Rafe's lap on the couch; you're smacking away the hands that work to push you to the edge of his knees, effectively drawing you away from his kiss-bitten lips.
"You're done. You're cut off," he grouses, vexed stare meeting Topper's when he hooks two hands beneath your armpits and lifts you off of Rafe's lap. "Fuckin' take her. She's fuckin' relentless. Brat."
"Hey!" you whine, already squirming at the digits curling at the dip of your waist, drawing you into a different - but just as familiar - chest.
"Easy," Topper laughs, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips when you push yourself up onto tiptoes in voyage for a kiss. He grants your wish, taken aback at the way your lips slant hungrily over his own, but pulls away far too soon to quirk a brow at Rafe accusingly.
"Why is the kid vibrating out of her skin?" he asks, a crooked finger pointing at the older boy. "What'd you give her?"
Rafe rolls his eyes, disinterest oozing from his every pore when his thighs spread, lounging back on the couch. "Jus' gave her some blow. It's not a big deal, Top."
By this point you're clambering up Topper's front, elbows hooked tightly around his neck as you attempt to climb and secure your legs around him. Perspiration clings to your neck, clammy when Topper's palm comes to rest there and his other arm loops under your bum until you're lifted up and into his grasp.
"It is a big deal!" he grumbles. "She's gonna be wired all fuckin' night, now."
"Why'd you always do this?" you trill wetly, head dipping to mouth at the curve of Topper's jaw. "I didn't do anything!"
"'s not your fault, baby," Topper assents, planting himself on the other end of the couch; you shuffle forward in his lap, lips spilling into a pout as you chase his mouth once again.
He's soon lost in it, dazed from the feeling of your mouth suckling at him, manicured nails scratching at the sensitive skin at his nape. The only sound Rafe can focus on is the smacking of spit-slick lips, Topper's groan and your gentle mewl when his tongue ventures further, licking into your mouth.
"That's enough," Rafe gripes, one roughened hand slipping beneath your miniskirt to swat at the dimpled flesh of your bum. "Give her back now."
Topper pulls back, heaving, to glare daggers at the other boy. "No way. I just got her!"
"Seriously, just let me have her."
"No-"
Their voices begin to mesh and blend into one cacophony of noise, and you're frowning when Rafe's hands settle against the jut of your hipbones to snatch you away. He doesn't give you time to begin a string of petulant complaints, lips ensnaring your own in a fervent act of pure lust. You go pliant and soft, allowing your lips to part and make room for the wet muscle of his tongue that prods at the opening of your mouth, vying for entrance.
"Attagirl," he murmurs, a sweaty palm cupping the side of your face to draw you closer, other hand pinching at one pert nipple through the flimsy material of your shirt.
He pulls away to admire your half lidded eyes, clouded over with need as you absentmindedly rut yourself into Rafe's lap, tent in his pants growing by the second.
"Let's take her home. How does that sound?" Rafe asks.
For the first time that evening, the two boys are in agreement.
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Movie Night
Warnings: NON-CON, rough outdoor DP with Rafe & Topper, face fucking, blackmail, coercion, choking
You shook your head, trying to drown out the sound of JJ and Pope bickering over the Kooks being here. You weren't afraid of them. Surely they wouldn't do anything with the whole town here for movie night. They weren’t that stupid.
You looked over at JJ, his jaw set in a firm line. He looked guilty. The more uneasy they grew as the night went on, the more you realized that they'd probably done something to earn the Kooks' wrath.
"I'll be right back." You announced, jumping to your feet. Both boys gave you a worried expression but Kie waved you on.
"Hurry back!" Kie called as you maneuvered your way through the crowd. It was too crowded for the Kooks to do anything. JJ and Pope would be fine. They needed to get a grip. It's not until you got to the dark parking lot that you realized the confession stand was closed. You pouted for a second until a humorless chuckle met your ears. You spun around, coming face to face with Rafe and Topper.
"Someone finally got brave enough to leave their little buddies." Topper snides, letting his gaze wander over you. It took you a moment to realize that they were circling you, one behind and one in front. It wasn't Topper you were worried about though. It was Rafe.
"I just wanted something to eat. I'm not looking for trouble." You held up your hands in defence when a large hand suddenly clamped down on the back of your neck.
"I've got something you can eat but you're not going to like it." Rafe Cameron growls in your ear. "Scream and this gets ten times worse." Rafe warned before leading you across the parking lot with Topper on your heels. You kept looking over your shoulder but no one was coming to save you. Rafe pushes you hard in the center of your back and you trip, nearly losing your footing as you duck into the tree line. Your heart was racing. You couldn't catch your breath.
"Where's your other friend?" You ask, remembering that there had been three of them at the start of the movie.
"Keeping an eye on your friends. He's going to let us know if someone starts looking for you." Topper snaps, crossing his arms as the three of you come to a stop. Rafe turns you to face him, his hard gaze roaming down your body in your little sun dress.
"Take your dress off." Rafe growls under his breath, his expression hard.
"No." You bite out, your limbs starting to tremble. Rafe's hand shoots out, wrapping around your throat and yanking you forward. You choke, struggling to catch your breath with his tight grip.
"Take. It. Off." Rafe snarls, giving your throat another squeeze. "Or I'll make sure we pay your boys a visit before we leave. Three on two is not good odds." Rafe shoves you away and you cough violently, trying to catch your breath. With trembling fingers you reach down and fist the hem of your dress.
"Rafe, man, we don't have to do this." You hear Topper say but Rafe waves him off.
"Shut up. She's a Pogue. They have to learn their place. Plus, her little boyfriend had a gun to your head. Remember that?" Rafe throws back at Topper. You suck in a deep breath, pulling the stretchy material over your head and letting it drop to the forest floor. You didn't have a bra on so you were left in tiny cotton panties. Both boys couldn't look away but it was Rafe that looked absolutely feral.
"She's got some nice tits." Topper says, sounding amused.
"On your knees." Rafe snaps, unzipping his shorts and ignoring Topper. You hesitate for a moment but quickly comply. You wanted to cover yourself but the look in Rafe's eye made you think twice. Rafe frees his hard cock from his shorts and moves to stand in front of you.
"Get over here, Top." Rafe says, fisting the top of your hair and making you cry out. You clamp your mouth shut just as he swipes his glistening tip over your lips. You plead with your eyes but Rafe ignores it.
"Rafe--."
"Shut up, Top, and get your dick out. Sarah isn't putting out so might as well get it somewhere." Topper moves to stand shoulder to shoulder with Rafe after a moment, glaring at you like you were the scum of the Earth while he lowered his own zipper.
"Be good and we'll be good." Rafe warns, gripping your jaw painfully until tears fill your eyes. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and Rafe loosens his hold.
"Good girl. Keep them teeth back." Rafe fills your mouth, using his grip in your hair to move you at his own pace. You gag repeatedly, unable to breathe as he fucks your throat hard until he finally pulls you off and lets Topper step up.
Topper is no less gentle as he grabs your hair and forces his cock down your throat also. You gag, trying to keep your teeth back as they take what they want. You're getting dizzy. Droll drips down your chin. At one point they're both stretching out your mouth and Rafe pinches your nose shut. Your thighs tremble and your pussy aches. Why were you enjoying this? You hated Kooks. But you'd always secretly fantasized about being used. You just didn't plan on it being Rafe and Topper.
You try to pull away but they don't let you.
"I wanna fuck her." Topper growls, pulling out so Rafe can slip back in.
"Let's fuck her then." Rafe hits the back of your throat a few times as Topper lays down on the ground beside you, his shorts around his ankles. Rafe pulls away long enough for Topper to force you to straddle his waist, manhandling you like a sex doll after ripping your panties off. Topper lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts inside, stretching you painfully despite how wet you are. You bite back a moan as the firm grip on your hips moves you back and forth.
"Shit. She's fucking soaked." Topper pants, his head falling back onto the ground. Your hands are planted on his chest, trying to keep up with his movements.
"I knew she was a slut. Ride him." Rafe grabs your chin, forcing his cock back into your mouth as you start to move slowly. You moan and whimper around his length, unable to concentrate as Topper fucks up into you. It was too much all at once and your efforts suffered.
"Suck my dick or I'll fill the only hole you have left." Rafe's threat hands in the air and your body tightens, forcing a laugh from Topper.
"Dude, she clenched so fucking hard when you said that. This girl is fucking filthy." Topper yanks you down on his chest, barring his arms across your back to hold you in place. "I think I'll have to visit you more often." Topper whispers in your ear as Rafe kneels between Topper's legs.
"Wait, I've never done this--."
"Fuck two guys at once? I'm sure you haven't," Rafe taunts you, spitting between your cheeks and pressing a finger inside you. You cry out, burying your face in Topper's chest at the sting. It's mild but it's different. If Topper wasn't inside you, bringing you some sort of pleasure you didn't think you'd be able to take it.
“Hang on, Pogue. I’ve got something much bigger for you.” Rafe snarls, gripping the back of your neck as he pushes inside you.
“Rafe, oh, god.” You scream as Rafe penetrates you, stretching you beyond belief. He was tearing you in two. It burned but as he started to move, the pleasure overwhelmed the pain and your body started to move with them.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Topper grunts, his hand firm in your hair as they move in sync. One in and one out, setting a perfect rhythm.
“Guys.” You pant, something building deep inside you that you couldn’t control. You felt like you had to pee. “Guys!” You shout just as Topper throws his head back with a satisfied groan, filling you up with his seed. Your body starts to tremble as Rafe starts to fuck you harder, his hand on the back of your neck as he holds you in place.
“God, your ass is so tight.” Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days. Topper starts to thrust up into you again and it’s your undoing. You cum with a scream, your nails biting into Topper’s shoulders as an ungodly amount of liquid gushes from you. You hear a laugh and a curse, your body going limp as you drop your head back down onto Topper’s chest.
“She fucking squirted all over me.” You barely register Topper’s words as Rafe slams in hard one last time, panting as he releases inside you.
“Let’s do this again sometime.” Rafe murmurs, his lips brushing against your shoulder blades before he pulls away. Topper gently removes himself from you and rolls you onto your back so he can clean himself up also.
You hear Topper murmur curses over his soaked pants but you’re too fucked out to care. All you could focus on with the soreness between your thighs and the warmth that was leaking out as sleep threatened to take you. You hear the click of a camera then Rafe is hovering over you, tapping your cheek.
“Get up. The nights not over, Pogue.”
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➥ Warnings: DUB-CON, voyeurism, manhandling, drugs & alcohol consume…
A/N: Just a lil draft <3
The overwhelming loudness of the party was soon muffled by a closed door, your giggles becoming the main focus.
The room had a welcoming breeze, contrasting the boiling sensation on the rest of the house. ”Hey…take it easy” the blond held you from behind as your body fell lightly onto the couch.
You chuckled while your frail palms did their best on holding you up. The rough fabric under your fingers stretched as a heavy body sat right by your side, the warmth of it causing you to feel more lightheaded.
”C’mere” Rafe’s hot voice on your earlobe as he wrapped an arm around your neck to hoist you up. The blond made you sit flush against his side, not a single hint of gentleness in his touch.
”Looks like someone drank too many Mai Tais” You rested your head on the blond’s hard chest, sleepy eyes finally registering the presence of two other guys.
“Nothing a few bumps can’t fix” Your boyfriend had the biggest smirk on his face as he looked into the eyes of his friends.
Kelce rubbed his hands together in excitement, hurrying Topper into revealing a small bag of white powder.
Your head automatically lifted up, searching for Rafe’s eyes. “Time to get some energy, sweetie” Rough fingers found their way onto your chin, holding it still as he captured your lips in a messy kiss.
A small gasp of surprise left your throat as a hot tongue forced itself into your mouth, leaving you breathless with its incessant hunger.
The faint taste of alcohol didn’t disappear once the blond pulled away. Dizziness incremented as you felt his body drifting away from you.
You recognized the sound of a plastic bag opening, followed by the sight of Rafe’s long finger dipping into the powder. “Shhh” He shushed you with condescendance; a whine got stuck in your throat as soon as you felt two digits prying your mouth open.
The pad of his fingers distributed the fine particles with softness; you squirmed lightly at the feeling of it dissolving on your gums.
”That’s it” He whispered after removing his hand, which was quickly replaced with his mouth. This time, more than a kiss, it was a quick peck -some sort of reward for being so pliant-.
The mere hint of coke on your teeth had him pulling away, eagerly bending down to the table’s height. As soon as he was done snorting his line, he came back for your heat.
He sniffed aggressively while his strong arm circled your lower back, rings digging on your waist’s exposed skin.
You let out an airy laugh as you were lifted up from the sofa and dropped onto the boy’s lap. His thighs felt rock hard under your soft ones.
Your arms automatically wrapped around his nape, looking for support. His smell was intoxicating in this proximity, causing you to bury your nose on his firm chest -hoping to drown in the scent-.
A whistle echoed on the tall walls. Kelce’s pupils expanded at the sensation of drugs reaching his bloodstream, an adrenaline rush traveling his body as he looked your way.
Your tight skirt had risen, revealing the creamy flesh of your ass. This didn’t go unnoticed by the pair of Kooks, who were now enticed by your provocative display.
Alongside your skirt, the flimsy top you wore had slipped lower, allowing them to see your cleavage line. Your boyfriend’s hands grew impatient, positioning themselves on your meaty hips; he greedily squeezed down, earning a soft mewl from you.
Soon, his rough touch explored further, finding your barely covered butt in the process. Rafe kneaded your buttocks as if they were some type of dough, leaving red marks on your skin.
The vicious movements made your clothes look skimpier, flashing a quick look to your lacy underwear. A brief sight of the black fabric was enough to make both Kooks fidget on their seats.
The shorter blond scoffed in restaintment as he observed the eagerness in which you responded to his friend’s contact. Sweet moans were quickly ripped out of your throat once Rafe bucked his pelvis up, encouraging you to grind on his lap.
Your skirt rubbed against his expensive shorts, creating a pleasurable friction. Feeling bolder than ever, you rose from his chest.
Your doe eyes connect with his sharp ones, noticing how they've turned into a darker shade. There’s a spark in them, the kind of spark that makes your legs shake and your stomach turn.
The tension breaks when the blond goes for another heated kiss. The movement of his jaw is syntonized by his calloused palm, which sneaks under your bra -searching for the warmth of your bare perky mounds-.
Decorum is the last thing on your mind as the Cameron boy twists your hard nipple under his cruel digits. He finds your sounds cute, eating all of them with his unrelentless mouth.
Kelce and Topper both discover how hard it is to remain stoic at the lascivious sight of your vulnerable state -legs spread at each side of Rafe’s thigh as you continue to thrust onto his growing bulge-.
Holding in a groan takes every single ounce of self-control from the Kooks as your boyfriend’s free hand decides to cup your core -open palm patting the puffy entrance with enthusiasm-.
The hit sends small spasms all over your body, causing you to pull back from the overwhelming sensation. Your lips are forced apart from his, inhaling heavily as you try to regain some posture.
The blond doesn’t appreciate the fingers creeping on his torso -sweaty palm trying to put some distance in between your bodies-.
“Wait-“ The rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat. Rafe’s digits manage to slip your panties to the side, rubbing his pad in between your wet folds.
Excitement gets tinted with embarrassment and you can’t help but try to close your legs.
Your boyfriend makes a disapproving noise, forcing your thighs apart with his own knee.
The coldness of his ring bruises your cunt, soaking it some more when it’s slowly introduced into your warm walls.
“That’s a pretty hole” Kelce’s voice sounds distorted, so far from his usual boyish tone. You cringe at the stretch of another finger, this time your whines are lost under Topper’s airy curses.
You finally dare to look up, a lump forming on your stomach as you see them gripping the growing tents on each of their pants.
“What do you say, sweetie?…Do we put on a little show?” The Cameron boy asks in a mocking tone, predatory grin on his face.
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irregular heartbeat
[31.3.2024]
note: erm, so i wrote this. idk how i feel about it...(if u find the taylor swift reference u will forever have my love)
words: 1.8k
warnings: drinking, swearing, heavy angst, slightly dark!rafe, toxic relationship
dating rafe cameron in secret was supposed to be fine.
it was supposed to be easy. you never passed his way on the island, and when you did he was his gang.
the kooks.
each one had a rich family and shit ton of daddy issues. kelce, a cold fish, topper, the charming one and rafe…the deadly one. the one that you were supposed to stay away from.
you were independent even out of school. your parents had needed help with two younger siblings. you went you fended for yourself, taking your sister to soccer practice and coming to your brother's plays. you had a one-track mindset. that was staying clear of trouble.
oh boy, but when rafe came in. a smirk on his face, sunglasses glinting in the sun, and a groggy voice that made you want to rethink all of your decisions.
some said trouble followed him, while others disagreed calling him the root of all the problems.
you never expected to fall into his clutches. your family had been dirt poor and you were on a scholarship to kook academy, passing with flying colors. you were ready now to graduate with your hands closing on the degree, and finally run away from figure eight forever.
yet it wasn't school where you met him.
it was when you had been dropping off your sister when he set his eyes on you. you were supposed to start a new life, but somehow you liked the way he offered you a new breath of air.
you liked the danger, and the intrigue surrounding him, and you liked doing something dangerous. you had always been reliable, you had always been the one to hang around your friends telling them it was time for you to go home.
you'd always been the straight a' student, good girl, and now you smiled back at him and that smirk spread on his face you left excited.
it was almost as if he understood you. it was the way he liked your sweet smile, always giving you time. he understood your hardships and shared some of his own - telling you about his difficult relationship with his father, running to get your coffee, and at one point holding you so tightly during the times you were like you were going to fall apart.
then he had asked you out. you felt like you were living the dream, retracing his freckles at night, and feeling the way he smiled at you. he was everything at you. you would never admit it, but even your sister had caught on.
her 10-year-old mind saw you lingering on rafe cameron, and she gave you a sly smile, telling you that you deserved it.
you liked that.
you liked the sweetness and the venerability that he brought out in you. you liked the way his arms could fold you, and the way you felt so safe. you liked the way he smiled at you in the morning after you stayed. this sweetness in the venerable laziness with his arms spread out and you could feel the steady beat of his heart.
dependable.
trustworthy.
lovable.
he was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream.
rafe cameron was a whirl of emotions. an unpredictable hurricane that came quietly and viciously. you hated the clear lies you heard in his voice and the way he drank to death. the bottle was attached to him, and his eyes were harsh, with his words even harsher.
no longer could you see the race that you loved.
you felt abandoned. all of sudden, it felt like everything was falling apart, as you tried to take care of everyone forgetting about yourself.
you'd cry and cry like you had never had before. your knees held up to your chest, and this fear, this constant fear followed you everywhere because you loved him. god, you loved him, desperately to the point of damming everything you had.
and you swore you had lost everything until he'd let you curl into your lap and he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. then you'd believe everything was going to be okay.
but here you were again, beer bottle tilted drinking every drop, while you aimlessly swayed to the beat as the party music blared. you felt weightless, died yet so alive at the same time. you were supposed to be placed.
yet you were dwindling to nothing because of rafe cameron.
he had told you were his love, his one and only, and yet he had just ignored you, pretending not to know you.
you wanted to scream.
in all honestly you always felt like crying, and then telling his friends what was going on. you were fucking 17 years old, and you were supposed to be out of this phase. out of this phase where you craved being a teenage dirtbag.
no, now you felt like a dirty secret as if he didn't want people to know that he was dating a filthy pogue on the other side of the island. he was ashamed of you.
these thoughts swirled in your head with no stop, and you felt more your hands shake and eyes blur with tears, as you tipped a bottle to your mouth. the more you thought about the situation, the more beer you drowned.
and all of a sudden you danced, your body in sync with the music, and you were next to the bonfire, too close, so warm. maybe you should take something off, it was way too warm, as you stumbled to get your top off.
suddenly you felt someone helping you.
topper.
"hey, are you okay?" he asked, drawing you away from the fire.
you squirmed away from him, as your cup fell to the ground.
"'m fine, why?" you gulped down your drink with enthusiasm, "you know you should tell your friend to fuck off. he's an asshole." you sputtered out, trying to sit down only to lose your footing completely.
topper caught you in time.
"maybe you should stop-" he muttered, gently guiding your cup away from you. you felt like you shouldn't let him take your cup yet your hands wandered aimlessly in his direction.
"i'm a complete loser," you hiccouped, as you sat on the ground. "i'm in love with him. i'm in love with rafe fucking cameron."
topper raised an eyebrow, nodding silently as if he had heard this before.
then you found yourself sniffing sadly, and felt more confused. "why are you even listening to me babble? you don't even know me."
your tight minidress was slipping up your thighs, and you saw him glance before catching himself.
he laughed at your comment, almost as if he was surprised himself. "i don't know. all i know is that you seem familiar," he confessed, cracking a confused smile. you couldn't help but laugh just a little.
he was nice.
"seriously top, seducing a pogue? couldn't find other good fucks?" a dark voice drawled.
you turned to face the half-obscured face in the darkness. it was rafe, hat turned backwards, anger flickering in his eyes, an eerie expression on his face.
"shut up rafe," topper shot back, rolling his eyes. he looked amused almost as if he was enjoying this exchange of words.
you glared at rafe, placing your hands on your thighs. "maybe i should go fuck someone. i feel like it, y'know?"
rafe snapped to look at you.
you got up, sudden bravado in your heart. "you know what? i'd rather fuck anyone here then-"
his eyes.
that was what stopped you in your tracks. it was the fact that there was something so murderous, and you could tell that he was warning. yet you didn't want to stop. you wished he could drown in the ocean, or just leave you.
he let out a mirthless laugh, and then stepped closer to you, "let's talk.''
it wasn't a request, but you stepped closer to him, watching the way his breath hitched, and the way his hand itched to pull down the short dress you had on.
you stepped so close, it looked as if you were going to kiss him. you found yourself feeling cruel.
"stay away from me, rafe.," you whispered, and then walked away from him. but you knew that he wouldn't let you go without a fight, as he relentlessly followed you across the bonfire.
"talk to me," and then before you knew it topper was gone, and the two of you were shoved into a dark corner. you saw other couples making out, but none of them could care less about your presence.
his eyes searched for something in yours. he was so close, his heat rubbed off you and you waited for him to say anything.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed, "what happened right there," he whispered, and he looked so concerned you wanted to break right there in front of him.
"you. you're what happened. you're breaking me." you breathed out, hot tears streaming down your face, and his grip on your arm got even tighter.
you gasped at the pain, and he quickly let go of your hand. he had hurt you, and he was-
"i-" he murmured, and then tried to draw you closer to his chest, "i love you. you know i would never hurt you."
you shook your head, as you sobbed. yet when he opened his arms you flew into them. he stroked your hair and buried his head in his chest.
"somethings wrong," you mumbled and he gently tilted your head to get a good look at you. you could barely understand the look on his face. he was so unpredictable.
"you've had too much to drink, darling."
then he kissed your forehead so gently, that a tear escaped your face. he was kissing all of your bruises and you would let him do anything to you.
"i missed you, you're gone all the time," you told him, latching onto his arm.
"i'm right here," he assured you, and you shook your head.
"no, no."
he wouldn't get it.
you closed your eyes, his ache in his heart growing. you could hear his heartbeat, and no longer did he sound steady. instead, it was irregular. you wanted to believe he was the same rafe cameron you fell in love with, but sometimes. . .
sometimes you couldn't even recognise him.
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See you then ᡣ𐭩
Rafe Cameron x reader
she/her
y/n and Rafes first date.
Pt.2
Pouge princess (pt.1)
hints of dark Rafe, mainly soft Rafe
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It was 4:30pm, y/n and jjs 7 hour shift was done and soon her parents arrived and took over for the night shift.
“Hey how was your guys shift ?” Y/n dad asked while putting on his apron.
“It was fine, pretty hectic towards noon, the tips were amazballs ! I got $48, y/n though…” jj started side eyeing her.
“I got $50 alone from Rafe Cameron.” Y/n said blushing.
“Wards son?” Y/n dad questioned
“That was so sweet of him did you thank him!?” Her mom chimed in
“Yea I did, it was kinda out it the blue”
“Yea that was pretty nice of him..” y/n dad said suspicious
“Ugh handsome and a gentleman. Y/n you thinking what I’m thinking?” She joked with her while she blushed
“Uh no thank you. Hes just one of our finest customers.” Her dad said
“Yea I agree with your dad” jj scoffed
“I don’t need my daughter going off dating a that kind of kook.” He scowled
“Tell me about it” Jj said under his breath
“Hey don’t be mean Rafe isn’t that bad-”
“Y/n he hates pouges. Him and topper always is getting into trouble with John b and I and his fight with pope-”
“Jj that’s enough let’s go. Bye guys I’m headed to John bs see you later” y/n said interrupting jj trying not to create non existent drama between her dad and Rafe
As they walk to her car jj keeps complaining about the boys.
“I don’t see why you can’t just accept the fact he’s a bad guy y/n. All of them are the scum of the kook.” Jj complained
“Just because you and Rafe have problems doesn’t mean we do jay” she said opening the driver side door. She gets in and sits, taking a deep breath from her shift and jjs bickering.
As jj enters the car he opens the glove department grabbing his juul and cart, taking a deep hit. He isn’t an allowed to do it in or around the truck because they don’t want that bad image.
“You’ve seen the after maths of our fights y/n. the amount off times you had to clean me up in john b bathroom can make you a certified emt!?”
“Okay he’s bad jj whatever you say” she said somewhat agreeing. It’s true, she had cleaned up the boy more than 5 times. So much that you had 2 first aide kits. One in your car and under John bs sink.
“But it’s weird though that he tipped $50 was it out of pity?” he said taking another hit
“Yeah a little but I’m not complaining” y/n said starting her car. Jj grabs the aux playing his playlist, the song “Cinderella” by Mac Miller plays. She begins pulling out the parking lot headed towards John bs house.
“I mean from what I noticed, him and topper are there like practically everyday. Like I know I’m only there like 2 times a week or the weekends but everytime I work they’re always there”
“Jj they’re just loyal customers-”
“Yea but don’t get me wrong your foods good, like I would always eat there compared to what I have at home but wouldn’t they get tired of it? They have money they can get like expensive stuff like sushi or whatever” there silence in the car. Y/n sat thinking that he had a point. she’s practically there everyday in the summer and they’re always there.
“Yea you’re onto something” she agreed
“What if they’re spying on us? What if they know about the royal merchant?” Jj squinted looking suspicious
“Jj when have we ever talked about the money or anything related to that at work”
“Yeah you’re right…”
“But that still doesn’t explain why they’re always there” jj soon gasped
“What if your mom was right? What if they have the hots for you? Your things are always out” he said motioning to her breasts .
He said quickly turning towards the girl.
“Jj come on -”
“Nah it couldn’t be that. They hate us and beside they wouldn’t touch, let alone date a pouge” he said with a laugh. For a minute y/n felt offended that he said that.
“Jj what do you mean? Like I wouldn’t even have a chance with him ?” Y/n scoffed rolling her eyes.
“In a way. Like it’s totally not about you but he wouldn’t even step foot in the cut. We’re too poor for him.” He said calmly
“Well I hope you know i can get any guy I want” she said cockily
“Y/n it’s not about you. Your personality, looks or anything. He probably just wants to date someone with a trust fund or a matching black card.” Jj say defending himself
“Let’s just drop it alright”
“They would be lucky you bag you y/n” he said taking a hit and hitting her shoulder.
After a couple minutes they reached John bs chateau. She parked in his makeshift driveway and they went inside to the back porch finding them all there.
“What up” Jj say before crashing down on the only empty chair.
“Hey guys how was your shift?” Kiara asked
“Busy but money is money so” y/n said sitting in the arm chair of the couch beside John b
“Rafe and topper were there again.” Jj complained
“Again? Don’t you get tired of complaining ever jay?” Y/n throwing her head back.
“Guys y/n thinks Rafe isn’t a bad guy”
“Who would ever think that” Sarah said walking in. Y/n gets off the arm chair letting her sit in John bs lap.
“Me” y/n said with a flat smile
“If Sarah his own sister for crying out loud, would agree why wouldn’t you?” Jj argued
“I don’t know, like I get the sibling hatred and your guys drama but I’ve never met him. I wouldn’t want to stick him to what other people say. What if people did that about us ?”
“They do y/n” Pope said.
“Yeah so you know how it feels. I want to at least have an interaction with him before I put a label on. Let’s just stop alright I’ve had this argument already.” and with that they just put on a movie ignoring the tension between the two.
Halfway through the movie she got a notification on her phone. She pulls it out to check and sees it’s from a random number. She ignores it knowing it’s probably spam but then there’s another ding. She takes it out and opens up the messages.
“Hey”
“I’ve been waiting for you to text me pouge princess.”
Rafe.
“How’d you get my number?”
“I have my ways.”
Weird. The only contact she had were the pouges, parents and Sarah. He must’ve looked through her phone.
“Kinda weird but I like it”
she texted back with a small giggle.
“Who you texting y/n” pope asked
“Oh it’s just my dad. He sent a stupid meme” she said rolling her eyes playfully. She looked back the screen reading his reply
“You love crazy or what?”
“Yes it’s hot”
she replied knowing she would regret it later.
“Well you’re in for a ride. Wanna hang out tn? I’ll pick you up.”
“Yes I’ll love too.”
“Your place 7:00 See you then princess”
With the clock reading 6:22 she got up from the floor and got her bag.
“Uh my dad needs me at the truck so I gotta go. Text me what we’re doing tomorrow. Bye guys” she said pacing to the front door while they yelled their goodbyes.
She gets in her car and heads home. By the time she got there it was 6:45. She quickly headed inside and went straight to her room. She looked though her closet because all she had was on was of John bs shirt she put on after jj spilled cheese on hers. She was nervous on what to wear, this was her first date in a while. Sure she had her little situation ships but she felt nervous. She decided on a black denim mini skirt and blue tube top with her black adidas superstars. She quickly fixed her hair fluffing it and put her favorite scent on. Soon she got a text from Rafe
“I’m outside”
She quickly grabbed her bag and put on her lipgloss and went out the door. She saw his truck in her drive way then she walked to the passenger door. Before she could open it Rafe leaned over the center console and opened it for her from inside.
“Ah thank you Rafe. Such a gentlemen.” Y/n joked
“Chivalry isn’t dead princess” Rafe replied
“So what are we gonna do?” She asked
“Um I don’t sure I didn’t really have a plan. I was just hoping to hang out” he said with a small smile
“What about froyo ?” Y/n offered
“Yea sure I’m down. Here’s the aux, your tonight’s dj” he handed her the aux and started backing out her driveway. She plugged it in and Tyler the creator started playing.
“Is this a boy is a gun?” Rafe asked
“Yea, are you a Tyler fan?”
“Um yes. His Igor album was good I have it on vinyl. I don’t have a player but I keep it for the ‘aesthetic’ ” he joked
“Yeah I love his music though his old stuff is a little more scary in a way”
“I guess but his goblin album is iconic. ‘She’ I have on repeat and ‘Goblin’ has to be my favorite on that album and ‘tron cat’. thought my favorite song has to be New magic wand.” Rafe said
“Oh well yea I agree with ‘She’ it’s good but I don’t know the albums a little dark for me, I like ‘flower boy’ it’s more, happier you know ? and ‘cherry bomb’ ”
She couldn’t lie he was weird he liked that album. “True Tyler fans” wouldn’t mind it but it had to many vulgar topics for her. Soon the songs “feel no ways” by Drake, thankful for the somewhat mood change.
“See Drake is so good like he’s been around for so long and still can’t seem to miss” y/n commented
“Yea Drakes nice, I’ve been listening to him since middle school this has to be my favorite album.”
Couple minutes past with small talk and singing along in the car. They soon arrived to the froyo place. They walk in rafe grabbing him a medium cup and y/n the same.
They fill it up to the limit of their dreams and putting whatever toppings would fit. Rafe went for a more fruity taste with strawberry shortcake frozen yogurt with chocolate toppings, y/n with a the birthday cake and adding fruit and candy. He pulled out his infamous black card and paid for the both of them, they sat outside on the patio watching the sunset.
“So Rafe, what do you like to do?” Y/n asked trying to spark a convo
“Well I like going to the country club and hitting the golf course with topper and Kelce. I’m helping my dad with the Cameron development and learning real estate with him and Rose, it’s somewhat interesting and fun when he doesn’t get too mad” he said with a laugh “what about you?”
“Well when I’m not working I’m hanging out with jj and the others. I also love volunteering at the animal shelter. I love learning to work on my car with my dad and I love going off roading even though my poor Edward can’t handle it” she said with a frown
“Wait did you make your car? And named it Edward ?” he laughed
“Yes it’s me and him against the world. I named him after the vampire from twilight.” she said proudly.
“Honestly twilight would’ve been a better name.”
“Oh shush!” She said playfully hitting him.
They finished their dessert and head to the car. They’re just talking while Rafe drives around anywhere and everywhere. The soon make it on the beach. Rafe parks not too far and they walk hand in hand.
“How did you know where I lived? I never gave you my address” she finally asked
“Rose sold you your house. I work with her and my dad remember?” He told her squeezing her hand for reassurance.
“Oh yeah that adds up I guess” she hummed even though it didn’t. They bought the house before Rafe was born and he was older than the girl.
They continued to walk along the coast just talking and getting to know eachother. Everything the pouges said about him didn’t add up. He was sweet, charming and funny. He wasn’t the money hungry asshole, he was the 19 helping with family business guy who loved hip hop and chocolate. His favorite animal is a shark and favorite color is blue. He doesn’t take anyone’s shit and he’s potent in a way.
“Hey Rafe, you know I’ve heard many stories about you.”
“Oh really ? Like what” he asked concered
“You know, you’re the frat playboy. The bad boy that doesn’t play by the rules, who gets in and trouble and party’s like crazy” y/n explained
“jj always told me you were the bad guy. You wouldn’t even breathe the same air as a pouge. But you’re not the monster they play you out to be” she said looking at him. He turns the same way and they’re looking eachother in the eyes. It’s silence, it’s like they’re reading each other, look deep down into their souls something connecting in them.
“Y/n I know you want to think I’m perfect but I’m not. I really do get in fights, you seen them with jj. I don’t really mean harm or anything bad. I don’t let people disrespect me or my family like that. Jj knows how to push my buttons and he does it freely thinking he can get away with it”
“Yea I can’t argue with that.” She said with a grin
“I don’t understand how you can be friends with them. Mainly jj, he’s deep into this mindset aching like the words against him and that goes well with some pouges. But you, you’re different. You know hard work, your whole family does. You don’t take shit from anyone you see strong indepents-”
“Rafe please dont bring kook vs pouge talk into this.”
“Your right I’m sorry” he said caressing her cheek.
“I just think you deserve more. You deserve all the happiness in the world. You deserve peace. I want to make you feel that way. I want you to live the fullest you can. I wanna help you touch the stars” he said looking into her eyes, his free hand pulling her closer, hand against her lower back.
“I wanna give you everything.” Rafe whispered out to her before pulling her into a kiss.
The kiss was soft yet rough. The way their lips fit perfectly together. They way they melted in each others arms. The taste of chocolate lingering in Rafe mouths mixed with a candy taste of y/n. The kiss was intoxicating, they wouldn’t back out and the only reason they did was for y/n to catch her breath although the hungry look in Rafe eyes made it seem he wouldn’t have.
The only source of living being admitted was the moon, the way it shined against Rafes skin and his perfectly chiseled facial features made him look beautiful like a diamond. His ice blue like blue sky she always look at hoping for a chance of change. The way the 2 pieces of his hair perfectly failing in front of his face after what they just did.
“Let’s head back” y/n said with their foreheads together, their breathing getting back to normal.
They walk to the car, y/n leaning on Rafes shoulder as he had his arm wrapped around her. He opened the car door for her letting he get in and buckling her up. She connects her phone and plays frank ocean as he gets the car started. One hand on the wheel the other tangled up with her hand. The ride was peaceful and euphoric vibes filled the car. They shared small little childhood stories and embarrassing memories to each other. The 20 minute commute from the beach to y/n house felt like 5. Once Rafe Parked in her driveway they shared another deep kiss.
“Goodnight Rafe, I’ll text you tomorrow morning, drive safe”
“Good my princess” he said pulling her into one last kiss not wanting to part.
She gets out and shuts the car door, walking to her home. Rafe doesn’t drive off until she’s shuts the door behind her. It’s around 9:45pm her parents are still working the night shift. She grabs a clean pairs of clothes and heads to the bathroom. Soon shes in bed thinking about her date with Rafe. The pouges were wrong about him, he was literally the boy she dreamed, almost picture perfect. They 100% never saw the side of Rafe she did but she also didn’t see what they saw.
As Rafe drives home, he thinks about y/n. y/n is the girl of his dreams, the girl he wants, craves, needs. Once he get home he sends her a quick text.
“I made it home. I had a really great time today, thank you for letting me take you out y/n. I really hope we can do this again. Good night my princess.”
Y/n got the ding and immediately responded back
“Glad you made it home safe! Thank you for asking me out if not I wouldn’t have met the real Rafe. I’m glad I got to share this night with you. Good night and sweet dreams <3”
Y/n feel into a deep sleep after the most magical night of her life. She wished for more nights like these with Rafe without knowing what he had in stored for her.
Like the imfmouse Tyler the creator lyric said:
“My plan was to stick my toe in to check the temperature but next thing you know, I’m drowning.”
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Happy Valentine’s Day 💌🎀
I know we all wished we had our man today bu I hope my pt.2 helps 🤭
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all of my writing explores dark themes such as non-consent, dubious-consent, and a/b/o subjects. if any of this offends you, this has been your warning!
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Escapism
Your brother always stayed up with you whenever you couldn't sleep and nothing has changed now that his best friend is the reason for your late nights. {stepbrother!Topper}
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It was storming the night he told you that no man in Outer Banks will ever love you like he does. {stepbrother!Topper}
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Ex Friends w Benefits chapter 3 coming soon and it may or may not involve Topper as well as Rafe 👀
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Blame it on the Alcohol (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Topper Thornton x Reader)
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON, Drugged sex, Smut, Fem!reader, Dark Rafe Cameron, Dark Topper Thornton, intoxication,Degradation, Underage Drinking/Drug use, Unconscious reader, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Toxic relationship, Sharing, choking, Face fucking, cuckolding, The boys are nasty, Read Tags and Enjoy!
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Summary: You attend a house party with your boyfriend Rafe Cameron, like most nights. After drinking and trying some blow you start to feel uneasy. Rafe tells Topper to help you out. Little do you know the type of “help” Rafe and Topper have planned for you.
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Part two
You ended up at a party even though you begged Rafe not to take you. You do not know why he was so insistent on you going.
You wanted to be cuddled up on the couch with Rafe and watch a movie. But no, Rafe said tonight was something he didn't want to miss, so far you couldn’t see why.
You sat on the couch, arms crossed; Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist. You zoned out of the conversation Rafe was having with his friends after a while.
You reach for your drink and realize the cup is empty, you let out a pout. Rafe notices your expression and smirks, taking the cup out of your hand.
“Topper, bring us some drinks, make hers special” Rafe holds the cups up and waves it at Topper. Topper gives Rafe a look and mumbles under his breath but gets up.
“Rafe I could have got my own drink” You cuddle next to Rafe, enjoying a little how he bosses Topper around. “Nah, let him do something for you, he wanted us here tonight” Rafe kisses you on the forehead.
You straighten up at that, why did Topper care if you came tonight? you think, you let it go and Topper returns with your drinks you look in the cup, it is light pink and looks sweet.
Rafe pushes the cup to your lips “Taste it before you say you don’t like it” You sip it, it's a little too sweet but surprisingly good. “Okay Top, you know how to mix a drink” you compliment him.
“Yeah, Top has a real career down the at tiki bar” Kelce laughs.
“I think Topper would look good in a hot red bikini” you joke, cupping your own chest. Rafe and Kelce smirk at your jab.
“Alright alright relax, I know a thing or two” Topper leans back in his chair his eyes on you, watching every sip you take.
You look at Rafe who is currently snorting coke. Rafe lets out a hefty sigh leaning back. “Babe, take a bump” Rafe tells you, he’s not asking but you shake your head anyway. “I dunno” you hesitate.
You feel his hand on the back of your neck, Rafe’s mouth on your ear “Don’t fucking embarrass me”
You force a smile even though you know no one else could hear him. You lean down with Rafe’s hand guiding your head, you snort most of the line there.
You inhale and cough a little. You’re new to hard drugs never been your thing but being with Rafe, you had to step out of your comfort zone.
Your nose burns and you don’t like the feeling, but Rafe looks so happy with you.
“Good girl” Rafe praises you lean back trying focus on your breathing.
You’re not sure how much time passes; it feels like hours as everything around you starts to slow. You’re almost finished with your drink, your eyes feel heavy.
“Rafe, I don’t feel so good” your words slurred. You hold on to your boyfriend, he doesn’t seem that concerned.
“Top” Rafe gives Topper a look, telling him without words to come over.
“Hey y/n, come on” Top picks you up by your waist helping you up.
“Rafe what-” You try to question, but your voice sounds so far away.
“Don’t worry, I got you” Topper voice is soft as he guides you away from your boyfriend and up the steps.
Your feet feel heavy as you are forced up the steps. Topper brings you to a bedroom and shuts the door.
Its dark and you can only hear your shallow breathing and the muffled music from downstairs.
Topper guides you to the bed and you lay down, happy to lay down on a soft surface. Your swirling head calmed down by the silence for a minute.
Your eyes are closed, you feel yourself drifting away. The bed dips down and you feel a weight on you.
“Rafe?” you slur out, forgetting you weren’t in the room with him.
The darkness is making it hard to see the figure on top of you.
“No baby, it’s Topper” You feel his unfamiliar hands on your body, roaming and touching places they shouldn’t.
You panic “Topper what are you-” The words come out slowly and quiet. Topper shushes you, running his hand down your face.
“You’re safe with me, don’t worry” Topper says in a low voice, you feel light kisses placed on your neck then your lips.
He kisses you with vigor, his tongue fighting for entrance.
You try to shake your head telling him you don’t want it, you move your heavy arms to his chest to push him off you, but he doesn’t budge.
You use your little strength to bit his lip. “Fucking bitch” Topper curses and you feel his hand at your throat. “Don’t try that slick shit again” he squeezes a little.
You feel your tears trickle to your ears. “Be good for me or else” Topper voice is ice cold.
You whimper at his words, you don’t want to know what his “or else” means.
You feel your shirt pushed up, your bare chest exposed to him.
“Fuck even better than I even better than I imagined” Topper is almost salivating at the sight.
“Topper please” You plead lightly. “You want more huh?” Topper kisses your chest, not understanding your discomfort.
He brings his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it hard.
He takes his hand to grope your free tit. He’s moans on your tit; you feel the vibration through your body.
Heat forming between your legs, wetness soaking your panties.
You try not to focus on the feeling, your eyes are squeezed shut.
You don’t hear the door open but the voice you hear makes your eyes pop open, Topper stops his movements.
“See your getting hot and heavy already” Rafe voice is heavy in your ears.
“Rafe” you whimper trying to sit up, but you can’t move fast enough.
“Sorry bro, I can't help it, I mean look at her” Topper brings his hand to squeeze your tit softly.
You try to sit up again but you feel like a ton of bricks are keeping you down, and it doesn’t help that Topper is on top of you.
Rafe strides over to you “Damn dude she looks fucked up, how much of that shit did you give her?” you feel his hands on your face.
“Idk man it must be strong” Topper picks your arm up and it drops back down.
You feel a little sick listening to their conversation, you struggle to keep up. Did they put something in your drink? Why? Your brain is hurts trying to put it together.
“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Rafe coos in your face.
You want to yell and scream but it fails to come out. You feel out of control, and you want to leave.
“Home...I want to go home” you cry out softly. Rafe and Topper ignore you, your pleas falling on deaf ears.
“Shit Topper, get to it before she passes out” You hate how they talk about you like you’re not even here.
You feel your heart sink and the tears flow heavily now. Topper pushes your skirt up and pushes your underwear to the side.
His slender fingers brush against your clit and slit, lightning shoots through your body.
“Shit she’s so wet and fucking tight man, she likes it” Topper says as he feels your wetness on his fingers, stroking you roughly before sticking his fingers in you.
Your whole-body jolts “always fucking wet bro, barely have to touch her” Rafe sits on the bed behind you, so your head is in his lap.
He bends over and kisses you on the lips. Topper brings his mouth to your cunt; he’s eats you out slowly moaning into your wetness.
He puts his hands tight on your thighs holding them apart.
He lets up only to rip your underwear down and he slides his fingers in you again stretching you out.
He pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers. Topper gets up pulling his pants down his cock his hard and ready.
You try to back away knowing what coming next and Rafe holds you in place. “Don’t move baby, let him in”
“No, no!” you whine out.
“Come on, don’t make me tell you again” Rafe warns you. You don’t move again knowing you can’t get out of this.
Topper lines himself up, he pushes in a little hitting resistance. “Come on pretty girl, it’s okay” Topper pushes again, your hole stretching a little more.
Topper is already moaning at the feeling of being inside you. When you feel him force himself deeper, you whine at the pain.
Rafe rubs your face, soothing you lightly. “Fuck man she’s so fucking tight” Topper pulls out of you quickly, just too fuck into again with more force, he bottoms out after a thrust or two.
You cry out the sudden movement hurting you, this intrusion is too much too bear.
You feel Rafe shift against you, he moves your head and pulls his pants down, he’s hard. Rafe strokes himself as Topper fucks into you.
Topper moans and rocks his hips harder against you. “You feel so good, so good” Topper rubs your tits, squeezing hard.
Your eyes feel heavy again you close them, trying not to focus on the pleasure budding past the pain.
Rafe gets off the bed standing at the side. Rafe pats your face quickly “Open your mouth baby” he whispers.
“Show how well you suck my cock” when you don't budge Rafe forces your mouth open, sinking his cock into your mouth.
“Mm just like that” Rafe moves your head back and forth on his hard cock, he pushes your head against flush against him.
You can’t breathe properly and your body shakes; you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of Topper rutting into your core and Rafe fucking your mouth.
“Yes, fuck yes, she’s squeezing my cock” Topper props up so he’s kneeling, he pushes your knees up.
“Fucking hell, she's getting tight, I think she’s going to come” You try to fight everything in your body telling you this feels good.
“Dirty fucking girl, coming from my best friend fucking you, such a little slut” Rafe mocks fucking your mouth harder, he leans in as if he can get further down your throat.
“Fucking whore” Rafe pants, running his hands through your hair, he makes a fist.
“Cum, you little slut, I know you want to” You whimper around Rafe’s hard cock, usually you love feeling of him fucking your mouth, but right now you couldn’t enjoy it, not like this.
You felt betrayed by him and your body in this moment.
The bubble bursts and you cum around Toppers cock, clenching hard, your hands grasp the bedsheets. You feel like you're floating, you try to ground yourself.
You moan around Rafe cock, tears soaking the sheets. “Fucking hell, that was so hot baby” Rafe pulls out of your mouth.
You pant hard, trying to catch your breath.
“I'm close, I wanna come inside her” Topper moans.
You whimper trying to shake your head. “Nah you had your little fun, pull out” Rafe orders. Topper groans and thrusts in you one more time before pulling out of you, he comes on your stomach.
You cringe at the hot sticky mess on you. Topper moves to Rafe’s spot on the bed and Rafe moves between your legs.
Topper strokes himself softly still hard, watching the scene in front of him.
“You’re so good Angel, can’t believe you came for me like that” Topper praises, he spreads the mess he made, further up your body.
You swat his hand away weakly. “F-fuck you” you spit, barely audible.
“Fuck she’s feisty even when she’s drugged” Topper laughs quietly.
“Shut up man” Rafe rolls his eyes. Rafe flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, he pulls you on your knees, so your ass is up.
He gives it a slap, holding your hips in place so you don’t jerk away from him.
“We’re not done yet, you’re mine now” Rafe voice is heavy with authority.
Rafe doesn’t have to prep you since you're still wet from your orgasm, every part of you feels tired. Rafe pushes himself in so smoothly, moaning as your juices coat his heavy cock.
“So wet and warm for me” Rafe happily sighs out.
Every thrust is harder and harder, like he is trying to out fuck Topper or something. You feel like you can’t take it anymore, your cunt still sore from Topper.
“Rafe slow” you beg, your voice is muffled with your face pushed against the mattress. Rafe scoffs, not slowing his pace.
“You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want with; you hear me?” Rafe snarls.
He pushes you further into the mattress. “Your pretty holes are for me to fill every night” each word feels like a stab to your gut.
He’s fucking into your soaking core with such force you feel like you are going to break.
You wail into the mattress, your cries going unheard. The slapping of hips against your ass is loud in the room.
Topper jerks off hastily and sloppily to the scene in front of him, you hear his breathy moans, clearly enjoying Rafe’s abuse to your cunt.
“You’re mine, right? My little slut?” Rafe lifts your head up to hear you speak.
“Yes” your shaky voice barely audible between your cries.
Rafe pulls out and flips you over and wraps his big hands around your neck, squeezing.
“I make the decisions here” Rafe’s cock hits you at a certain angle that makes you see stars.
“If I want you to fuck my friend and come all over his dick, you fucking do it”
“I know what's best for you, you need me baby” Rafe breathing is shallow, you feel yourself clenching around his cock.
Topper moans and groans are hard to ignore and are only getting louder in your ears.
“Rafe” is all you can manage you feel yourself coming again, this time on your boyfriend cock. You moan out, reaching for Rafe to hold onto him, your legs shaking wildly.
“That’s my good girl, come on my fucking cock” you let out a heavy breath, all your energy is used up.
Your mind is slipping, your eyes close as you pass out.
Rafe holds you close, his face in your neck as he comes inside you, making more of a mess in you.
He groans into your neck. You don’t move a muscle; Rafe pulls out of you slowly.
He watches as the mix of both your juices spill out of you. Topper curses as he comes in his hand, panting hard.
“That shit was incredible Rafe, she’s incredible” Topper pants, still staring at you.
“Get your own fucking girlfriend Top” Rafe says possessively.
“This” he points at you “was a one time thing” Rafe says, while cleaning himself up with the bedsheets and pulling his pants up.
“I'm just saying man” He puts his hands up in defense “She’s an amazing lay, probably the best I’ve had” Topper says slowly fixing himself up.
Topper and Rafe watch as you sleep, your breathing is slow and shallow.
“Yeah, she sure is, I'm never letting her go” Rafe says definitively.
“She’s going to be pissed, you know” Topper half laughs not really caring if you’re pissed or not.
“She won’t remember a damn thing”
“And If she does?” Topper questions rising an eyebrow at the blonde.
“We’ll blame it on the alcohol” Rafe smirks at his best friend running a hand through his hair.
Rafe haphazardly cleans you off and tucks you in the bed, before leaving you alone to sleep this night off.
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Brotherhood Bonds (Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader x Topper Thornton)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NON/CON, DUBCON, All Characters are aged UP, College!au, drug use, underage drinking, threesomes, Rafe x Reader x Topper, manipulation, gaslighting, coercion
Summary: Fortunate enough to secure a scholarship and attend college on figure eight, it’s a dream come true. But when Kook King and Frat President Rafe Cameron takes a liking to you in the midst of rush week, your college dream soon turns into a nightmare, when you’re pulled into the fraternity’s years long initiation ritual.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Summary: toppers back in town, only he seems… different
Warnings: smut
I hear a whisper in my ear. I must be imagining things, too much alcohol in my system, yes that’s what it is.
Only it’s not.
“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, princess” It’s more like a growl as my body covers in goosebumps, but I’m not freighted. I slowly open my eyes, waking up from my intoxicated slumber. I feel the tightness of a hand around my throat, but it’s not harsh, more like it’s caressing me. I groan as I try to move but am arm holds me right around my waist, preventing any movement. The mumbling of a voice warns me that I’m not alone and relief washes over me as I realize who it is. Topper. A slight smile curves my lips. I’ve missed him so much.
He left town a couple months back to tour colleges across the country, I didn’t know he was back..
This might be a dream, I tell myself. I’ve been having them a lot since he left. I don’t care if it is a dream or not I give in as a hand creeps up my body and tugs my shirt off. I gasp as the cool air hits my nipples and they harden in response. I still can’t quite figure out if I’m imagining all this, I did drink a heafty amount tonight. All I know is that my heart beats wild as the hand presses against it and my core immediately tightens.
Lips brush against the skin of my breasts, hands knead them as I feel the lips wrap around one nipple while the other gets twisted between rough fingertips and I bite back the urge to moan. Another set of fingers snake down to my exposed core and separate the slick lips, just what I wanted. A moan slips past my mouth. The wetness sucking my nipple, the fingers circling my clit, the hand kneading my breast, is all too much. I feel heat coat my body as I whine and wiggle with a need I crave. My body thrashes and begs for more. The tight feeling in my core is on the brink of snapping and I hang on to that feeling, letting it devour my whole body in pleasure.
“Oh god” I moan as my hips grind against the fingers.
“Fuck” the voice responds, he sounds frustrated.
Suddenly all sensations stop as I’m left wanting what I was deprived of.
Before I could cry out in disappointment a hard bulge rubs against my cunt. I didn’t need the lights on to tell that it was a cock rubbing up against me and sliding through my glistening lips.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and my lids close.
Fuck was right, it had been so long since I’ve felt sensations like this and I needed this. How long has it been since topper last touched me this way? Too fucking long.
“Please don’t stop” I pathetically moan.
He plunges in, stilling for a moment as his panting breaths fill the dark room.
It was almost like he’s been waiting to do this for years instead of months and needed a moment to savor every moment. Getting impatient I lift my hips and try to urge him to move.
It works, he suddenly thrusts harder and faster making the both of us groan, “fuck!”
He wasn’t the gentle topper I remember, but I didn’t mind. I liked this side of him better.
He gripped my knees and spread them wider. He continuously slammed into me with brutal force. His lips find mine in the dark and his tongue attacks.
My blood boils with pleasure as my nails dig into his back, “oh my god!” I moan. All of a sudden the pleasure stops as he pulls out, it was like a weight lifted off my body. I was so close! Please no, no, not again!
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” My voice cracks as the plea breaks out.
In a swift motion Im flipped onto my hands and knees and my face pushed into my plush sheets.
He pounces like an animal, fucking me into oblivion. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked like this, princess”
Wait.
Princess?
Isn’t that what… no it can’t be.
Rafe was the only one to ever call me princess.
Oh fuck, what have I done…
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someone roll a blunt and call rafe, topper, and kelce🍃
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Dangerous Love - Part Twenty-Two (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)
Summary: Avery Routledge is John B's cousin, and she has just moved to the OBX - just in time for a treasure hunt. But with John B keeping secrets in order to protect her, he pushes her into the arms of the Kook King. She becomes tangled with none other than Rafe Cameron, but will she realise how damaged he is before it is too late, or will he ruin her before she can get away?
Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, non-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping
Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC
I do put trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter, but please read them again as there will be some triggering content in this chapter.
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I woke up and the side of my head was throbbing, as if I had walked into something hard forcefully. I rolled over, reaching for my phone before opening my eyes and realising that I didn't recognise where I was.
It was a bedroom, larger than my own at The Chateau, with cream walls and a matching carpet. All of the furniture was dark wood, including a wardrobe, chest of drawers, bedside tables, writing desk and chair. On the desk was a stack of books, including some of my personal favourites. There were no windows.
I sat up quickly, ignoring the pounding in the side of my head as I did so. Where was I?
And then it came rushing back. The airstrip, Peterkin's death, Rafe and Ward threatening to shoot John B, but thankfully he had gotten away. I hope that he was with JJ, Pope and Kiara.
But none of these thoughts answered my question.
But then my answer walked through the door.
I heard a sliding lock and then a key in a second lock before the door creaked open, and in walked Rafe. He closed the door behind him, then locked it, placing a silver key in his pocket.
"Rafe," I whispered. I shimmied back on the bed, pressing myself against the headboard, tucking my legs up to my body. He watched my movements, looking down at me through his long golden eyelashes.
"Don't be afraid, Avery. You're safe here."
"And where is here?"
He walked over to me and sat at the end of the bed, placing his hand on the bed. His signet ring glinted off the warm light hanging from the ceiling. "You're at my house. This is one of the bedrooms in the basement of the mansion."
I paled, suddenly feeling sick. "And why am I here?"
He shifted along towards me, an odd smile on his handsome face. "Because you love me. You admitted it and I knew you weren't lying. I don't care if you only said it in the moment to save your cousin's life. I knew that you weren't lying. I know you too well, sweetheart."
"It's not true," I whispered, my voice hoarse. The pounding in my head wasn't going away. No surprise there. Ward was a strong man and his anger against me letting John B get away was immense.
"See, the thing is, Avery, I know that it is. I might have acted a little hastily yesterday, but I know that you'll forgive me."
“And how do you know that, Rafe? After everything that you’ve done?”
He chucked a low laugh, one that used to bring a smile to my face. “You said so yourself. You said you could forgive me for it all if I let your cousin go, and I did. I knew that you were saying whatever you could to get me to spare him, but I also knew that you meant it. I know you too we’ll. You’re too open with your emotions, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. And you told me everything with how you were looking at me back on the air strip. I knew you were scared, but I could still see your love for me in there.”
He had read me like an open book. It was like every thought in my head was on show to him, no matter how much I wanted to try to hide it from him. I shook my head at him.
“No,” I sobbed. “Rafe, please let me go.”
He moved even closer to me, closing the distance between us on the mattress.
“And now I just how much you love me, it only makes me want to protect you more. My father is angry at you and me for letting John B go, but he can see how having you here will work to our advantage.”
I scoffed at him. “I’m your insurance again?”
A small nod. “That’s how my dad sees you. You know that I think of you as so much more than that.”
“And what happens when John B goes to the cops and tells them everything? That you murdered Sheriff Peterkin? I will be useless to you and your dad.”
I waited for him to lash out at me. To hit me again. But he only reached over and wrapped one slim-fingered hand around my ankle, tugging my leg away from its curled up position against my body.
“I think you hit your head a little too hard, sweetheart. I didn’t kill Peterkin. John B did.”
I stared at him, open mouthed and gaping. And then I slapped his hand away harshly and bolted from the bed.
“How dare you,” I breathed. “How dare you try to pin this on him. He is innocent. You are a murderer.” He stood up also, hands clenched at his sides and I remembered the words he had said before I had passed out. No, Dad. I have a plan, okay? We will be fine. “It was your idea, wasn’t it? You’re the reason that that your father will blame John B.”
He shrugged, taking slow steps towards me. “My father is a smart man. He would have come up with the idea eventually, without my help.”
“You said you would spare his life.”
“And I did-“
“No you didn’t!” I screamed, rushing at him and slamming my fists against his solid chest. “They will arrest him and he will be locked up for the rest of his life! Peterkin was the sheriff! The cops will give him the death penalty if they get the chance!”
Rafe let me continue hitting him for a moment longer before one hand came up and wrapped itself around my wrists and the other placed itself on my chest, just below my throat. “I didn’t kill him. I did as you asked. My hands are entirely clean.”
“You are a murderer and a monster! How could I have ever thought that I loved you?”
He snapped. I’d been expecting it but it somehow still took me by surprise. He spun us around and shoved me away from him, my body flying into the bed. He slid himself over me, holding me down.
“Let’s get this straight, sweetheart. My father wanted to dispose of you - similarly to what your own mother wanted to do. Ironic, right? The only reason that you are here and safe is because I wish it. So do not piss me off. Let’s stop with the name-calling, shall we?”
I spat up at him, watching as it landed on his cheek and ran down his skin. He wiped it away, the anger replaced with a terrifyingly blank expression.
“I told you that in confidence, Rafe. How dare you.”
“And I haven’t told anyone else. But you need to know what will happen to you if you don’t have my protection. Everything I am doing is for you. You owe me.”
It was all I could do to bite my tongue, not scream up at him, claw at his face. I would only lose. He was stronger than me, had all of the power over me.
“I don’t owe you shit,” I hissed.
“I think that you do. I think I spared your cousin’s life. I’ve kept your secrets. I’ve done everything for you. So now it’s time for my reward.”
“What-“
He cut me off by gripping both sides of my flannel shirt and ripping it open. The buttons went flying as it flew apart, and my chest, only covered in a lacy blue bra, was bared to him.
“No, no, Rafe, no-“
“We were interrupted yesterday and I’ve been hard just thinking about how I could have taken you on that deck, in front of anyone who might have walked past.” He leaned down, his nose brushing mine. “You should at least appreciate the privacy that I am allowing you-"
So caught up in what Rafe was trying to do, I hadn't heard someone unlock the door and enter the room. But they subtly coughed from behind us - Rafe froze above me, and then turned to look over his shoulder. As he did so, I was allowed a view of who it was. Ward.
He stared at us with those piercing blue eyes with alarm.
"Rafe, what do you think you're doing?" he asked, surprisingly calmly, but I couldn't miss the cold fire in his stare aimed at his son. "Get off of her."
"Get out!" Rafe yelled, involuntarily squeezing the hand around my neck.
"I won't ask you twice, son."
They continued to stare at each other, before Rafe took a deep break and slid off of me. I quickly gathered the remains of my shirt and wrapped them around myself, covering my chest and bra from Ward. Thankfully, he still wasn't looking at me, he only had a hard glare for his son. I sat up, sliding back to the headboard, trying to move away from both of the Cameron men.
"What are you doing here?" Rafe spat. His cheeks were flushed and his hair dishevelled.
"I thought that you would care to know that Sheriff Peterkin is dead."
It was a blow straight through my chest. I'd known - I realised that now - no one bled as much as she did and survived, but I had try tried to hold a little hope. Hope for John B. Hope for myself. I finally noticed the dried blood on his hands. Sheriff Peterkin's blood.
Neither of them were smiling, but I could feel their relief thrumming through the room. If Sheriff Peterkin was dead, there would be no one to contradict their lies. Only my cousin. But who would believe him over Ward Cameron, king of the Kooks?
As if to hone the nail in the coffin, Ward added, "And there is a warrant out for John Booker Routledge. The police department has called in the FBI to assist in their search for him. By nightfall, he will be behind bars for the crime that he commited."
At this I sneered at him. "Who are you kidding, Ward? All three of us were on that airstrip. Don't lie for my benefit. I know what a monster you are. What you and your son did. Rafe killed the Sheriff, and you can lock me up, but the truth will come out. Sarah was there. She saw everything."
The truth was that I didn't know if Sarah Cameron could be trusted. I knew that she cared about John B, but did she care for him enough to turn against her family? I didn't know.
"My daughter will stand with her family, Avery."
I almost believed him, but I saw the way he swallowed heavily. He wasn't sure of Sarah's loyalty either.
"Now what am I going to do with you? I admit, keeping you here will keep your cousin away. For now. This little arrangement can only last for so long."
I couldn't help it - I looked at Rafe. He was glancing between myself and his father, panic taking over his handsome features.
"Dad, what are you talking about-"
"I'm not going to kill her, Rafe. But she can't stay here. Her friends will find a way to look for her."
"What are you suggesting?" Rafe asked, taking a step towards me. I curled further in on myself and watched as he noticed. Watched as he took in my movements.
Ward shook his head. "Nothing yet. But I will think of something. But for now -" he walked towards his son, pointing a finger at his chest - "you will not touch her, Rafe. We have enough problems at the moment without you assaulting her and god forbid, getting her pregnant."
It was like I didn't exist, for the amount of attention Ward was paying me. I couldn't even find it in myself to be grateful to him for his warning to Rafe. I hated him too much. He was dooming my cousin to a death sentence, and me to whatever fate he felt was most suitable.
They stared each other down, blue eyes locked on each other. Finally Rafe, nodded, barely a tilt of his chin. Ward looked him over, then looked at me. His eyes, thankfully, did not travel down to the remains of my shirt.
And then he left, leaving me alone with Rafe once again.
"He won't kill you, Avery."
"No, you're the only murderer here," I spat.
He clenched his fists at his sides, still standing as he was at the side of the bed. This was new. Rafe never tried to control his temper. I had witnessed that first hand on multiple occasions.
"I did what I had to do for my family-"
"And you doomed mine in the process!"
"I'm not going to argue with you, sweetheart. My father won't kill you, but we will figure out what we can do. You're not leaving me. Not again."
"I would never have left you if you hadn't tried to attack me."
"You slept with someone else."
"You attacked me before I ever told you that. Don't try to make excuses."
He had been looking down, taking deep breaths, but he finally looked at me. The flush was gone from his cheeks and his jaw was clenched tightly, but that wasn't what frightened me. No, it was the cold, dead look of his eyes.
"You love me still. And I love you. That will never change. You came to this island, with your fiery opinions and sweet smiles. You were so vulnerable. You needed me to take care of you," he breathed. "None of this would have happened if you had never come to the Outer Banks. All of this is one you."
He started walking towards the door as I sprung up from the bed.
"Are you fucking delusional, Rafe? Ward stole the gold! You shot the Sheriff! You and your father are holding me against my will! None of this is my fault, you psychopath."
He unlocked the door, the set of his shoulders tense. I lunged at him as he opened the door, but he was ready for me. He turned, his hands clasping my wrists before shoving me backwards. I fell to the floor, the remains of my flannel shirt loose and open as I breathed heavily, hatred coursing through me.
"Call me a psychopath or a monster if it makes you feel better. But you are also mine and you are not going anywhere. The rest of your life will be with me, so you better get used to it and stop fighting me. Or things could get very bad for you."
A choked laugh escaped my throat as I stared up at him. "What else could you possibly do to me?"
A cruel smile graced his full lips. "Let's hope you never have to find out.
And then he was gone, leaving me laughing to myself, feeling like I was starting to lose my mind. Rafe Cameron had taken so much from me. And now this. He was trying to blame me for this entire situation.
He was delusional. Crazy. Insane.
I couldn't let him make me that way too.
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Oh my gosh hi!! Could I please request something for Topper where he's maybe her bestfriend's older brother and he catches her in the shower? Maybe a bit of dark!Topper? Thank you so much!!!
Omg hi! sorry it too me so long to get to this. Hope you love it.
Warnings: smut, oral(fem receiving), dub con, dark!topper, 18+
Off Limits
God, I overdid it at that fucking party. I definitely smell like the mixed drink that touron sloshed all over me. I stumble up the stairs, not paying attention to what door I’m opening before I walk in.
The sight in front of me instantly sobers me up. After all these years waiting for y/n to notice me, I can barely believe my luck. She’s fully naked, steam filling the room as she massages shampoo into her hair.
The countless nights I'd spent fantasizing about her, how she'd feel underneath me while I fucked her senseless, what pretty sounds she'd make when I buried my tongue in her sweet pussy. Every dark desire I've ever had for my sisters best friend swirls through my mind, my resolve wavering with every passing second.
I take my time to appreciate her body while her back is turned to the door, each drop of water gliding down over her curves making me want to lick her everywhere. Blood rushes to my dick when she turns around, eyes still closed while she slides her soapy hands over her torso.
When her hands slip between her creamy thighs I lose the last bit of restraint, quickly peeling off my clothes as quietly as possibly. As she tips her head back to rinse out the bubbles I make my move, pushing my way into the shower and wrapping my arms around her.
“What the fuck?!” She screams, thrashing to get away from me and forcing me to bend one arm behind her, shoving her against the tile wall.
“Shhh, relax sweetheart. It’s me, Topper.”
"Top? What are you doing?"
She relaxes slightly in my hold, assuming she isn't in any danger but she couldn't be more wrong.
"Don't play dumb y/n," I whisper into her ear, her body reacting exactly how I'd planned. She shivers, unconsciously arching further into my touch. When she feels my hard cock pressing into her ass she whines, the sound like music to my ears.
"Ya know, I see the way you look at me. Always eye fucking me from across the room. So now, I'm gonna give you what you want. What we both want."
"I don't know what you're talking about Top, I'm s-sorry if I did something wrong."
She starts to shake, her eyes searching my face for something she won't find.
"Relax baby. Let me make you feel good. I bet this pretty pussy is dripping for me."
To prove my point I slide one hand down her body, my knee forcing her legs apart. When my fingers come into contact with her folds I grin in victory, she's so fucking wet. I tease through her pussy, gliding my fingers up and down agonizingly slow.
She starts to breathe heavier, eyes glazing over as her body gives in to the pleasure. "That's it baby, so fucking good for me."
When I bump her clit she moans, the sound going straight to my cock and making it twitch. I start to rub her little bud in circles, her head falling back onto my shoulder as her body winds tighter. I plunge two fingers inside and she gasps, eyes flying open to look at me while I stretch her out.
I let go of her arm, bringing my other hand up to rest on her throat. She swallows thickly, whimpers falling from her perfect lips when I start to curl my fingers inside of her.
"Top please," she begs and its the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
"Please what doll? Please stop or please don't?"
I don't get a response, her legs starting to shake as her orgasm races closer. Just when her walls start to flutter around me I stop, quickly pulling her ass backwards and burying myself inside her.
"Fuck y/n, so god damn tight." Her walls squeeze me like a vice, the urge to cum already forming low in my gut.
She braces herself on the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks from the stretch and overstimulation. I don't give her any time to adjust, I just can't resist any longer. I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard, her body shaking from the impact.
I'm mesmerized by the sight of her ass jiggling every time I slam inside, my pace picking up as our mixed moans fill the air. The need to feel her lips on mine, to taste her, is strong so after a few minutes of giving it to her nice and deep from behind I pull out.
I spin her around, lifting her up in my arms and pressing her against the wall. Her eyes are glued between us, staring open mouthed at my dick resting against her entrance. When she finally meets my gaze I push inside and she moans, nails digging into my shoulders at how the new angle feels.
"Don't stop. Please let me cum." Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging harshly when I hit her sweet spot. I purposefully slow my thrusts, making sure to angle my hips just right to keep making her clench around me.
She takes me by surprise, closing the small distance between us and crashing her lips to mine. She tastes even sweeter than I could've imagined, my tongue sweeping into her mouth as she hangs onto me tightly. I break away first, sponging kisses down her neck and quickly finding her weak spot.
"Oh shit," she curses, back arching further off the wall as her pussy starts to tighten around me. She reaches between our bodies, rubbing her clit and sending herself straight over the edge. I silence her screams with my mouth, swallowing her sounds as my balls start to tighten.
When her teeth sink into my bottom lip its game over. My cock twitches before I'm filling her up, struggling to keep us both upright as the pleasure washes through me. I give her a few final strokes before pulling out, setting her on her feet and watching as my cum leaks down her thighs.
I can't resist, dropping to my knees and throwing her foot onto my shoulder. She watches me closely as I kiss up her thigh, teasing my way around her swollen lips with my tongue. Her hand is in my hair again and god I love when she tugs it like that. I lick once from her entrance to her clit and she shudders, leaning into the wall for support.
She tastes like heaven, between her thighs quickly becoming my new favorite place to be. I want to watch her cum again and again. Two fingers probe her entrance before pushing inside, she moans at the sensations and my dick hardens once again. How would I ever get enough?
I lap at her clit, flicking it slowly with the tip of my tongue and loving how her body trembles each time. "God, just like that Top. Feels so good." She starts to rock her hips into my face, eager to take all the pleasure I have to give her.
"Come on baby, want you to come on my tongue." I suck her clit into my mouth, giving it gentle flicks with my tongue while I curl my fingers inside of her. She's ready to fall apart again in now time, thighs trembling before she soaks my face. I eagerly lap up every drop, licking every square inch of her sensitive flesh.
She pulls me back to my feet, pushing her tongue into my mouth and moaning at the mixed taste of our releases. "That was incredible, but this can't happen again. Your sister will kill me."
I laugh, caging her back against the wall once again. "You think one time was enough for me? No sweetheart. You're mine now and I don't care what she thinks. You better not ever wear panties in this house again. You understand?" She nods and I take the chance to leave, quickly toweling off before heading to my room, the taste of her still on my tongue.
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