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babeydollx · 2 years

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Hey!! Congrats on 2K, you deserve it so much!!! Could I have 2, 24, and 26 from the smut prompts with Topper and a Pogue!reader? Your writing is amazing, thank you in advance!!! 💕

Country Club

Warnings: cursing, smut, slight teasing?, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, dom!Topper, probs more lmao.

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Topper takes Y/N in the washroom in the Country Club.

Prompts

2. "I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to fuck you senselessly right now."

24. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

26. "The things I want to do to you, baby."

a/n: sorry this took me a little while to get back to my 2k requests.

You and your boyfriend Topper were at the country club for a date. You had decided to wear your new dress that you bought especially for this date. Topper had never told you if he actually liked it or not so you were kind of worried that he didn't like your new dress.

"So, you never told me if you liked my new dress or not." You said with a slight chuckle. He looked up and you and smiled a little. "Of course I like your dress, baby." He said. "Are you just saying that?" You asked with a slight frown. "Fuck yes. Of course I do! God, baby, to be honest, I think that you look so fucking hot in this dress. The things I want to do to you, baby." Topper said with a smirk.

"I- Topper!" You said with a giggle. "We're in public." You said with a chuckle. "I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to fuck you senselessly right now." He said. You looked at him in shock. You didn't think that the dress would end up turning him on like this. "I- well what do you expect me to do, Top?" You asked. He stood there for a moment and thought about it for a minute before grabbing your wrist and pulling you away to the washroom.

"I- eek! Topper!" You squeaked as he pulled you into the washroom and locked the door. You turned around to face him and he walked over to you, making you back up until you bumped into the sink behind you. He picked you up and placed you onto the counter by the sink before kissing you passionately. You kissed back and ran your hands through his soft hair.

Topper tugged up the skirt of your dressed before pulling your lace panties down your legs. You spread your legs for him wide as he unbuckled his belt. You helped him unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks before pushing his slacks down his legs. He positioned himself between your legs before thrusting into you.

You gasped and moaned out as he did so. Topper bottomed out of you before he began to fuck you. Your wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders as he began to thrust into you faster. You spread your legs more out of habit as he fucked you. You tried your best to be quiet since you both were in the country club. You knew that if anyone herd you and Topper having sex in the washroom of the country club that you'd never hear the end of it. Word would get around quickly.

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that." He said as he now fucked you at an ungodly pace. "I- Top- I can't!" You whimpered as he fucked you. "What if someone hears us?!" You said. "I really don't give a shit, angel." He said with a smirk. You still tried your best to not be loud but, you eventually failed, moaning out Topper's name as he fucked you senselessly.

Your head fell back and you moaned out loudly as he began to hit your g-spot over and over again. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around Topper's hard cock, signaling to him that you were going to cum.

"Fuck, you gonna cum, princess?" He asked as he groaned out. "Shit! Yes, I'm gonna fucking cum!" You moaned out, almost screaming. He smirked and put his face into your neck before nuzzling your neck as he fucked you hard. "Come on, cum for me pretty girl." He said. With that your eyes rolled and your legs began to tremble as you gushed on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He groaned out as he came inside of you. The two of you took a few minutes to catch your breath before Topper pulled out of you.

He helped you get your panties back on and you hopped off of the sink so you could fix your dress. You turned around and looked in the mirror. You fixed your hair and then fixed your makeup to try to make it seem like nothing happened between the two of you in the washroom but, you knew someone had to have herd the two of you fucking. Once both of you got looking presentable again, the two of you walked out of the restroom and went back to your table acting like nothing had just happened.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 4 months

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Feels like I’m drowning

pairings - topper x reader x rafe

summary - a threesome with your boyfriends best friend.

warnings - threesome, slapping, hair pulling, name calling, choking. (18+)

A/n- based of a TikTok I seen. Also listen to feel like I’m drowning by two feet to get the full experience. Love you!

Your palms pressed firmly against his chest, rolling your hips painfully slow. His cock slipped, in, out. Torturing your sensitive hole, he sat back against the couch with his hands behind his head.

Hooded eyes watched you get yourself off, using his cock to bring you pleasure. “Look so pretty riding my cock baby girl” he hummed, his stomach muscles clenched with each drop of your hips. Your ass bounced harshly against his lap, your arousal soaked his thighs.

Gnawing on your lip and squeezing your eyes closed, your tits bounced wildly as you chased your high. You were so entranced in the pleasure you didn’t hear the door open or close, you didn’t feel the presence of a body behind you. But you did feel fingers grip the root of your hair and pull your head back sending a shockwave down your spine, your eyes flying open to catch Rafe’s ocean blue eyes staring down at you.

“Topper!” You exclaimed, a warm feeling settled in your lower belly at the way Rafe’s eyes dropped to your lower half. Mesmerized by the way your boyfriend's cock disappeared within you. Any form of embarrassment left the room as your hips continued their movements under the lust filled eyes of Topper's best friend. That familiar tingle creeps from your toes up, your pussy pulsating around your boyfriends cock. “You like that huh?” Rafe questioned, you found yourself nodding moving your hips faster against Topper’s cock pushing him deeper. “Like riding his cock while I watch?”

You bottom lip trapped between your teeth you nod once more, the grip on your hair is fierce and it sends shivers down the back of your neck. Topper’s hand moves from behind his head and palms your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You let out a strained moan when his mouth envelopes your breast, sucking harshly against the bud. “Such a little slut hmm, fucking him in front of his best friend.. let’s get him deeper”

His hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, he pushes you down further. Topper’s cock buried deep inside of you, a mix between a moan and choke crawls up your throat. “Oh fuck” you cry, your cunt splits in half from you boyfriends thick cock. Your arms wobble and your body begins to fall forward but Rafe is quick to grip your biceps, he helps you grind against Topper’s cock. “She’s a pretty thing” Rafe says, his eyes on his best friend. Topper nods, his balls ache as he closes in on his orgasm. “The prettiest of things” Rafe can sense the ending and grips your hips bringing you up and down roughly, your head falls back onto his shoulder. “Have some fun with her” Topper says, nodding his head to Rafe who is quick to pull you from his cock and spin you around. Your legs wobble for a brief moment before your boyfriend's cock is buried deep within you again, you face Rafe now with your legs spread over Topper’s lap.

“Come on baby, open your mouth for him” Topper demands, his hands grip your hips and resumes fucking you. You turn your head to look at your boyfriend who nods his head and reaches between your legs, toying with your aching clit. Bringing your face back to Rafe, you watch him intently as he pulls his shirt over his head. Saliva pools in your mouth as the sight of his body, swallowing harshly when his pants hit the floor and you're graced with the sight of his long cock. “Fuck.. oh” you shriek, you can feel your orgasm brewing. Your walls are shaking, sucking Topper in deep. “Open your mouth”

Your tongue drops out and you stare up and Rafe from your thick lashes, he steps closer his cock bobs infront of you. Your hand grips his hip and your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, Rafe is impatient and grips the back of your hair again, pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth without warning. “Shit” Topper growls as your cunt tightens harshly around his cock, your tongue tastes the tip of his cock briefly before sucking him deep into your throat. “Fuck… no gag reflex. Been holding out on me mate” Rafe grunts, both men grin at one another before looking back at you. It’s a picture worthy sight. Topper’s thick cock buried into your cunt while your mouth devours Rafes long cock.

The grip he has on your hair is borderline painful but you have no strength to move, letting him use you like a toy, Topper’s palm meets your ass with a sharp slap. You whine around Rafes cock causing him to jerk roughly in your throat, tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your mouth. “She’s close, her fucking pussy is shaking” Topper groans, holding onto his own climax. His balls are heavy and painful, he wants to come but he won’t. Not until you're shaking around his cock. “Such a dirty slut… who knew y/n would be into 2 dicks at once” Rafe laughs.

With one final thrust you see stars, your gripping Rafe tightly by the hips as he thrusts into your mouth. Your orgasm blinds you, sending you into another realm. Your pussy pulsating around Topper’s cock, milking him until he’s dry. Your moans and cries are muffled by Rafes cock, his own orgasm creeping up on him. “I’m gonna cum.. open that pretty little mouth wider” he groans, pushing himself deep into your throat. You swallow his load with a splutter, his fingers grip your jaw tightly to stop you from falling as he pulls out of your mouth. “Taste every last drop”

His thumb pushes his cum that drips from your lips back onto your tongue, your mouth closes around his thumb and sucks harshly. “Good girl”.

Your eyes are wide at the sight of his still hard cock, the tip red like a lollipop. He hooks his arms under your armpits and pulls you from your boyfriend roughly who’s cock slips out of your abused cunt with a ‘pop’. “My turn”.

You're thrown onto all fours, your head falls to the side to catch your boyfriend's eyes. He stays seated, watching you with hungry eyes. You can’t help but glance down and notice his cock hard once more as though your pussy wasn’t enough to milk him dry. “Topper?” His eyes rake down the length of your body and up to your face, he gives you a soft nod and that’s all you need for your upper half to press firmly against the floor. “Shit… Topper you really have been keeping her from me.. look at that fucking fine pussy, she’s soaking”.

Rafes words have you clenching around air, pushing your bum backwards searching for friction. A loud slap rings through the air and pain shoots across your ass cheek, he had just spanked you. “Oh god” is all you manage to spit out, his hand meets your cheek again and you cry into the carpet.

Fingernails scratch at the soft material, with tears in your eyes you look behind you. Rafe kneels behind you, hard long cock between his fist. There is a deep crease between his eyebrows as he concentrates on pumping himself, his eyes shooting to yours when you begin to push yourself up from the ground slowly. His fingers grasp the ends of your long messy hair, with a harsh tug your cheek presses to his. “Look at your boyfriend… his cock is hard again… why are you just looking, touch him”.

You move slightly but he pulls you back again, wincing from the pain that shoots down your neck to your toes. “Don’t move slut… you're going to take my cock and suck his”.

His hand pressed firmly to your shoulder blades and pushed you down, you watched your boyfriend move from the couch slowly. Kneeling in front of you, his eyes are soft when they land on you. A stark difference to the man who kneels behind you and painfully grips your hips. “Suck it”.

Toppers fingers lace through your hair, your mouth opens for his cock, tongue circling his pinkish tip slowly. A sharp noise falls from his lips when you swallow him deeply, he can feel the back of your throat. “Such a good girl” Topper hums, he lets you move your mouth against him slowly, never pulling or gripping your hair.

Rafe on the other hand lines his cock at your seeping hole and juts into you, your choke is muffled by Topper's cock. Forcing yourself not to clench your jaw at the sudden intrusion, you're sensitive from before but Rafe doesn’t care.

His cock moves in and out of you with such force your body juts forward taking Topper in deeper until your nose touches his trimmed pubes. “Fucking Christ!” Topper shouts, you’ve never taken this deep before and he can’t think straight. “Taking our dicks so well.. like the little whore I knew you were”.

Your eyes meet Toppers, he gives you the smallest of smiles and you can’t help but clench around Rafe. You loved being called whore but you also loved being treated like a princess. “I’m not gonna last” Topper chokes, you can feel the veins in his cock throb. Reaching up to palm his balls, he’s spilling into your mouth before he can stop himself. “You can watch then… I’m not finished” Rafe states, his hand runs up the length of your back and skim around to your throat. Wrapping his fingers tightly and pulling you against his chest. “Look at those pretty tits bouncing… how fucking pretty does she look Top? Hmm? Been hiding this from me”.

Topper's chest rises and falls harshly as he stares at you, he’s not sure why he’s feeling so much pride. Loving Rafe complimenting his girlfriend, loving that he is the one who gets to take you home at the end of this. “She’s fucking beautiful” Topper agrees, you give him a half smile but its quickly removed and replaced with an open mouth moan. “Fuck!” You cry, Rafe gropes your breast roughly. Your nipples clamped between his fingers as he tugs, he’s moving you up and down against him. His cock hitting your g-spot with an almost painful thrust but that doesn’t stop you from growing wetter around him and breathing out yes yes. His lips bite and suck at the skin of your exposed neck, your mind is whirling. Unsure where to focus, his cock, his mouth or his hands. “Fucking Jesus Christ… y/n, your squeezing me so tight” he growls, your eyes are clenched shut but the feeling of your boyfriends hand on your stomach has them pinging open.

“Hey baby” he grins, his hand drops low and nestles itself between your folds. He’s quick to massage the needy bud, bringing you closer to your release. “Oh fuck.. Top”

His eyes look behind you for a moment and then back to you, Rafes hand falls from your tit and back to your throat. Topper's mouth envelopes your nipple in his mouth, you are shaking now. Gripping Topper's shoulder as Rafe quickens his pace, he mumbles dirty words into your ear which has you moaning and sobbing. “That’s it… come on you dirty slut, ride my cock like you love it… like it’s the only thing keeping you breathing”

Topper drops your breast and looks at Rafe, you watch with hooded eyes their silent conversation. Topper reaches between your legs and presses firmly to your clit, you let out a shriek. Your body shakes from the pleasure and the brutal thrusts from Rafe, he lets go of your throat and you fall forward slightly into Topper's chest. He lets you wrap your arm around his neck as he toys with your clit, his eyes stay on you as you close in on your orgasm. “She’s gonna cum”

Rafe quickens his speed at Topper's statement and pounds deep and fast into you, the sound of your wet cunt sucking Rafe deeper feels the room, your toes curl and heat runs down your spine as your orgasm bleeds through you. Squeezing your eyes closed as colors go off behind your eyes, jerking around Rafe as his own orgasm hits him, slow sloppy thrusts until he pulls out of you roughly. A sharp sting runs up your spine and you grip Topper tighter who’s fingers brush pieces of hair behind your ears. “Thanks Top and thanks for that sweet pussy y/n”.

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princessslutt · 28 days

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heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

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cute-sucker · 1 month

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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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rafesgoldrings · 11 months

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Let Me Help

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kelce x reader

Warnings: potential season one spoilers??, light smut, oral sex (f receiving), blood, violence, guns, fighting, reader threatens to kill someone, suggestive ending, language, reader is a bitch

Summary: after hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

A/N: since reader is said to be wearing a skirt, the outfit above is exactly the kind of outfit i pictured

Okay but imagine Rafe, Kelce, and Topper using you as bait for Pope and JJ after the boat thing. You’d all been best friends for years and while it was purely platonic, they couldn’t deny that you were easily the hottest girl on the island. So when they decide they’re going to jump them at the movies and you overhear, you step in with your own idea.

“Let me help” they all gave each other hesitant glances not wanting you to risk getting hurt. But you were stubborn and refused to accept no as an answer so they reluctantly agreed, all realizing that maybe this was actually a great idea.

JJ was easy to lure in. All you had to do was flash him a pearly smile while wearing a tiny little skirt and crop top and he was on his knees for you. Literally, on his knees eating you out in the bathroom before it got dark. If you were going to be involved, you at least wanted something out of it and JJ just so happened to be an expert with his tongue. He was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t notice the way you grabbed his bag and took the gun.

‘Stupid fucking pogue’ you’d think to yourself as your orgasm washed over you.

“That was great JJ, meet me behind the projector tonight and i’ll gladly return the favor” he nodded eagerly, standing up and giving you a sloppy kiss. You left the stall, making sure to sway your hips to really lay it in, and scanned the crowd for your next target.

Pope was a bit harder, you couldn’t lure him with sex because he was such a virginesque geek. So you had to actually use your brain and think of something that would be effective but not too obvious. You tried to remember all those times you’d overhear him at parties when suddenly it hit you, his weird fascination with becoming a coroner. Now this seemed like a weird route, but you happened to have an uncle that taught forensic pathology at the university and you could easily play it off like you were giving him a good word.

“Hey Pope” he’d walked up to the food stand to get some popcorn not noticing you at first.

He wasn’t exactly a fan of you, but he didn’t not like you either. He knew you were friends with the whole ‘death squad’ but also heard that you were incredibly sweet and crazy smart so how bad could you be?

“Oh, hey Y/N” the smile on his face was forced and you knew that, but you knew how to work your charm.

“I hear you’re wanting to go into forensic pathology, did you know I have an uncle that teaches that at the university? I could put in a good word for you if you wanted” your signature bright smile on display, head tilted slightly.

His eyes went wide when he finally understood what you said. This could be huge for him, he’d be crazy if he declined.

“Really? That would be great! Do you think there’s any way you could get me into contact with him?”

“Of course! Just meet me behind the projector tonight and we can swap contact info yeah? Don’t want anyone knowing i’m playing favorites” he quickly nodded, a large smile on his face. Sucker.

“Cool, see you around Pope” your hand brushing his arm as you gave him a flirtatious wink and walked away.

When you returned to your boys with the results, they each kissed your cheek. Kelce bowed down to you and the other two followed shortly after, the laugh you let out enamoring them completely. Now it was just a waiting game.

Nightfall shortly came, the movie playing on the screen not anything you’d cared about. The only thing you cared about was teaching those dirty pogues a lesson, and when you noticed JJ sneaking off from his friends you knew it was go time.

“Hey! Get ready boys, we’re about to have a real fun night” you hit Rafe on the shoulder before standing up, pulling your skirt down and ignoring the very obvious stares from the guys.

‘Typical’ you thought, rolling your eyes and walking towards the direction JJ went. But not before winking at Pope and signaling him to follow you, the others following behind unnoticed.

When you and Pope arrived behind the projector, JJ found it weird. He’d totally still get his dick sucked in front of Pope but like, why did you invite him there to watch? Unless you were just into shit like that, then he was all for it. Whatever got him that blowjob that was promised.

Pope was confused why JJ was there with a raging erection for a discussion about your uncle who’s a forensic pathology professor. That seems like a weird thing to be excited over, even for Pope.

But when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce surrounded them and you had a sick smile on your face, they understood they’d been set up. It was like vultures circling their pray, JJ immediately went for his bag to grab the gun and panicked when it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?” you waved the gun in the air, your voice low and taunting.

Your boys looked proud that you managed to steal it while Pope and JJ were scared shitless. Pope, not thinking clearly, lunged for Topper which set off a chain reaction. Rafe was hitting JJ, Topper was hitting Pope, Kelce was going back and forth between the two trying to help whoever needed it. You just stood back watching in satisfaction. That was until Kie decided to join in, jumping on Toppers back and punching him to try and get him off Pope. Rafe grabbed her and threw her to the ground, you tried pushing that feeling of jealousy down but it was far too intense to do so.

“Reach for that lighter and I promise you i’ll kill you Kiara. Don’t fucking test me” Kie froze at the feeling of cold metal being held agaisnt her temple and she knew it was a gun.

She slowly stood and backed away from the bag having no choice but to watch her friends get beaten. Pope was in a chokehold, Rafe and Kelce were holding JJ back and landing blow after blow to his stomach. It wasn’t until Pope was nearly unconscious that you decided to stop it.

“Okay boys, we’ve had our fun. Can't exactly kill him here at least, let’s go home. I’m bored” an exaggerated yawn filling the air.

They let go of them and walked over to you, blood on their faces and knuckles from the punches, and the four of you walked to Topper's jeep. There was a silence that fell over you when you’d gotten in, not necessarily an awkward one, but also not very comfortable. It wasn’t until you spoke that the tension was broken.

“That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot. Oh my god i’m so turned on right now” they looked at you in shock, you were never this bold in any scenario.

“You’re so fucked up Y/N. Such fucked up little whore.” Rafe was the first to speak, turning to face you with a smirk on his face.

“You like that? Like seeing us beat the shit out of those dirty pogue pretty girl?” Kelce was the next to speak, turning around in the passenger seat to look at you more clearly.

“Didn’t know our innocent girl was so dark, how should we take care of that baby?” Topper looked at you in the rear view mirror, noticing how at some point in between then responding, you’d taken your panties off.

“How about each of you take turns with me? Show me what else those hands can do?” you had such an innocent look on your face and that mixed with your pouty lips, the sweet scent of your perfume, and your glistening cunt in the moonlight drove them crazy.

“Oh that can be arranged princess” Rafe growled, the others humming in agreement before Topper started the car and sped home.

This was going to be a very long and fun night for the four of you.

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Life as a kook moodboard

#rafe cameron x female reader #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #obx fic #obx imagine #moodboard #obx kooks #drew starkey #sarah obx #madelyn cline #topper thornton #austin north #chicken nuggets #outer banks #the kooks

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JUST FRIENDS ⋆

pairing: bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

synopsis: sarah cameron is your best friend.

tw: alcohol use, pining trope, fluff, toxic relationship, kissing, feminine described character (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

your friendship with the champagne-colored locks, indigo scattered irises, sarah cameron, began in the first grade. your dad had done some business with ward, sarah's dad. both, your dad and ward, had got stuck with you and sarah, meeting at their house instead of the usual— country club.

you were less outspoken than sarah. making your way through the entrance of their house, into the foyer, you were met by her practically smothering you with a hug. before you could comprehend what was occurring, she grabbed your hand yanking you up the stairs of her house. pulling you into her room, without saying a word, she grabbed her newly released american girl, handing it to you.

and from that day on, you guys were inseparable. see, you didn't have any siblings, so it became lonely most of the time. but with how much you and sarah hung out, wheezie and rafe became family. god, how you loved each other. hanging out every day of the week. after spending all day together in your private school, sarah and you would spend all afternoons together— either pissing rafe off or hanging out at the beach with your boyfriends, which also included pissing off rafe.

rafe's friends, topper and kelce were like douchebag one, douchebag two, and douchebag three. 3 douchebags in a pod. sarah was dating topper thornton, and you were dating kelce. you knew from day one that kelce was a tool, and well, sarah was more native to that fact, also, being true about topper.

"you just don't get it! h-he's different around me!"

"is he really that different? he was pressuring you to have sex!"

the amount of distain that you felt towards thornton was unmeasurable. your jaw seemed to simultaneously lock and anger coursed through your veins when you saw his stupid face. no one was worthy of sarah, especially that dick face.

though, there was great reason for you not to like him, from the time that he insisted on driving a jet ski instead of sarah, even though he was too drunk to drive, and crashed. giving sarah a concussion. rather than taking care of her, he left a day after to vacation. leaving you to tend to her every need. though you would have done that either way.

or another time, again, he was too busy messing around with his friends and being drunk to notice that they had left sarah at a party. the same party that he practically begged, or guilt-tripped, her into going to. yet, again, you had to console her as you took her back to her house.

"i swear he doesn't even love me"

your legs began to ache at the lack of movement you had provided them with. standing, slightly swaying back and forth, you were becoming increasingly irritated.

the party, you and sarah were attending had started two hours previously, yet you stood in the same position for the past forty-five minutes. watching your ex-boyfriend— kelce attempt to win against sarah in a game of beer pong. he had been convinced that he could win if they played just another round. they had already played two, now on their third. they both had won one game each.

the whole game had caught the eye of many people that were previously partying, now surrounding the table. standing closer to sarah's side of the patio furniture, your eyes darted between their moves. sarah had 2 cups left, kelce had 1. a window had opened for kelce to tease sarah. and, again, him being the douchebag he is, he took it. though it didn't faze sarah in the slightest.

his offputting behavior was the whole reason that you had broken things off in the first place. sarah had come to the same abrupt realization not long after finally noticing her worth. both guys dumped within a week of each other. kelce was proving your entire point of breaking up with him, at that current second.

now, having one cup each, it was a matter of time before kelce was either being obnoxious out of excitement or acting like a total crybaby.

kelce missed.

alright, it's now sarah's turn, etching near her, you watched. actively hoping she won. looking intently towards her, she sent a giddy smile towards you before guiding the ping pong towards the last remaining alcohol-filled cup.

with the sight of her making the ping pong in, you began jumping up and down with her in unity. wrapping your arms around her, you both hugged.

the scoff that left kelce's mouth interrupted the hug, "i-it's not that serious. you won by chance sarah, let's play 'another game."

looking at each other, you and sarah simultaneously roll your eyes, leaving it to sarah to speak, "getting a little desperate aren't we kelce?"

getting a laugh from the crowd that had formed, not leaving a millisecond of a moment for kelce to spew some of his bullshit, sarah grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you towards a more secluded area of the host's house. an unoccupied hammock that overlooked a small portion of the beach.

laying across from each other in the cream-colored hammock, sarah let out a laugh before speaking a word, "i don't know why you even dated that asshole"

lift your head, you sent a glare towards her, "i know you're not talkin"

letting out a cough, sarah began to seek out a change of subject. pulling you by your hand, both of you, now, are straddling the hammock.

"alright! enough about stupid boys, lemme read your palm"

"what?!"

"you heard me!"

letting sarah lay your palm flat— her nimble finger slid tracing the lines of your palm.

"no no no, this is bad", sarah said shaking her head in disbelief.

it seemed that you began to overindulge for the sake of sarah, though you would always do that.

"s-sarah w-what is it?"

genuinely concerned by her own made-up delusions, sarah spoke, "when i read your palm lines, it says that you're gonna have what seems to be like six kids, with a lousy douchebag"

letting out an obnoxious scoff, you began to giggle, "i would die a painful death before i would let that happen"

"and i would kill that lousy husband of yours before he could marry you"

your face dangerously close to hers, "oh really, is that so?"

before sarah could come up with a witty response, her breath began to hitch when she began to feel your breath against her pale complexion cheeks— now pink in color.

connecting your line of sight from directly in her eyes, gradually moving to her rose, plump lips. sarah doing the same. once more, looking back into her eyes, you slowly moved your face, a mere inch away, now very close in proximity.

just like always, sarah had to be confident. slowly leaning forward, she captured your lips. naturally, you froze for a moment before you started to lead the kiss.

ding

the kiss only lasted a moment, only to be interrupted by a message from your mom. breaking the kiss, you looked down at your phone.

"ah shit i didn't realize what time it is"

although sarah was sad you had to leave, she knew your mom worried a lot. jumping up off the hammock, you began to walk away with haste.

"j-just let me know when you get home"

#sarah cameron obx #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #topper thornton #topper obx #kelce obx #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron smut #sarah cameron x female reader #sarah cameron icons #⋆ sarah cameron fic ⋆#bestfriend!sarah

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 10 ● j.maybank + t. thornton

warnings

[ multi chapter ] reader is very insecure / has trust issues, complicated relationships - 4 to be exact, angst and lots of internal monologue, hooking up / feelings after the fact, extreme pda + a hint of b&e technically, story only loosely follows show canon tbh.

reader/you are a female with female parts. reader/you are also a pogue. reader/you also has a past/personality/style. this is self indulgent and i am not sorry.

word count + prev. part

part 9 <- can be read by clicking the bold.

2932 words exactly.

summary

"If you're about to tell me JJ is hurting right now, Pope.." you trail off, taking a drag. It's your first cigarette of the day so your head swims. You lean your head back against the wall. "I'm sorry. I know. I hate it but I can't just go back to the way it was. And he's the one who went silent on me for–" you go quiet and breathe in, breathe out. The two if you sit in silence for a few seconds.

Then Pope speaks up.

"I'm more worried about you, actually. Topper is an asshole. And he could be using–" this time its you that silences Pope, shaking your head. "If he is then I'll learn a hard lesson. He's not like that with me, Pope."

taglist + shoutouts

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@ellamae021 @writingreadinglurkingandsmirking - your comments always make my day omg ilysm and i enjoy talking to you it makes my day! @valentineshiftz - you are the sweetest i swear. i'm so glad you enjoy this you don't know how much it means to me! @stilesstilinskisgf - babes omg your comments make me smile omfg. thank you so much and i am so glad you're enjoying this so far. @fluffybunnyu - ahhhh i'm so glad you're enjoying this thank you sm it means the world to me babes! you're the sweetest omg. @tbmunson - you are bae and ilysm. you're amazing and idk what i'd do without you. really hope you like where this went because tbh it took me totally by surprise.

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

"There he is. You've been down at the cut so much lately I almost forgot what you look like, Thornton." Kelce grins, high fiving his best friend. Topper chuckles, picking up a club. When Kelce catches sight of hickies starting to fade, he lets out a low whistle. "Damn, dude."

Toppers face reddened and he flips Kelce off on teasing. "She got called in to cover a shift. Before you ask. I'm starting to think you like my girl more than me, buddy."

"Nah, man. Just glad all that mopey shits behind-" Kelce trails off and the hard gleam in his eyes has Topper turning around. And he finds himself confronted by a crying Sarah.

And until recently, he would have absolutely rushed to figure out what's wrong so he could fix it. But looking at her now, he just doesn't care. He doesn't feel like hearing anything she has to say because it's likely he's heard it all from her before, to a point where her words have zero meaning. "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to talk. Please just let me talk."

"I'm not stopping you." Toppers jaw clenches.

"John and I got into it earlier. I..I can't be around him right now." Sarah fidgets, a sinking feeling grows in the pit of her stomach as she looks up at Topper. There’s something different. He looks so distant, his tone is so much colder than it was before. He almost feels like a stranger now and the realization has Sarah more than a little upset. Panicked because she’s gotten too comfortable, too used to him and she’s so afraid to lose him.

"Not my problem." Topper rolls his eyes. A part of him feels really bad for the way he’s acting towards her but then he stops and thinks about it, she’s the one who cheated on him. She’s the one who chose John B over him and set this all in motion. And she doesn’t get to do this now that he’s finally getting over her.

"He thinks I still love you. And I can't say he's wrong." Sarah’s words are shaky as they leave her mouth. And her stomach knots at the uncertainty she’s feeling right now. Everything about coming to find Topper feels wrong somehow and yet.. He’s a habit. She knows she needs to break free, she’s just too afraid because everything outside of the safety net he provides is scary.

,, but you’re about to learn to live with fear from the looks of it.” the thought comes, taunting as she stands there, shifty under his cold gaze. He feels even more like a stranger with each second this confrontation drags on, slow and painful. She’s tearing up all over again because she’s torn down the middle. ,, but you don’t really love him and you know it. Let go.”

Topper laughs. It's everything he would have died to hear last month -or anytime before that from her. And until his night with you maybe a small part of him held out just a sliver of hope but since his night with you, he's made up his mind.

It all ends with him and you. Against whatever comes up. He's fully prepared to wait as long as he has to for you to be in a better place if it means he gets to be with you.

"That's your problem, Sare. Not mine." Topper starts to step around her but she reaches out for him. Around the time he snatches his wrist away, it hits her.

She's finally lost him.

"Doesn't that matter?" she calls out after him. He stops and turns around. "You got what you wanted, Sarah. It's over."

As he makes his way over to where Kelce is standing, Kelce high fives him. "You're doing the right thing here, man. She was making you miserable."

"Yeah." Topper takes a shaky breath. It hurts, but the pain is nowhere near what he thought it'd be.

CONTINUED

You've just gone outside for your smoke break when Pope wanders over, surprising you when he sits down on the ground beside you.

Then Pope speaks up.

"Yet."

"At all. Even when we butt heads about things, he's not like that with me." you reassure him. Pope rubs his chin. "Okay, well what if Sarah wanted to go back to him? Because she's been acting weird with JB lately."

You shrug and sigh. "If it happens, it happens. Honestly?"

Pope nods. You laugh quietly. "Kind of at this place with everything in which I don't care anymore. And no," you exhale after a long drag,"it doesn't have everything to do with JJ."

"You sure?" Pope asks, eyeing you in concern. "Because it kind of feels like it."

You thump your cigarette at the asphalt. "Absolutely sure."

Pope chuckles. " You're still my friend, __."

You smile and nod, "You're still my friend too. I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'm gonna come hang soon, I promise."

Pope stands, offering his hand to you and you let him pull you up. "Don't let that prick hurt you, ___. If he does, you know where to find me."

You laugh and nod, giving him a thumbs up. Then you make your way back inside the Wreck. Kiara makes a beeline for you and you tense up, rolling your eyes as she pulls you right back out into the alley.

And as soon as the door swings shut, she's looking at you as if she's waiting on you to say something. Or like she wants to say something but she's not sure about it.

"What?"

" There's a date on Topper’s Instagram bio.."

"And?" you fold your arms. Waiting on her to get to the point. "Are you dating him now?"

You shrug. "We enjoy spending time together. Why's it matter, Kie?"

"It matters because Sarah and John B. got into it and she left the Chateau."

"And? If he wants her back, that's his decision. I'm tired of fighting so hard to make people stay or want me. I'm done." you go quiet after you say it. Sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach because you haven't met a guy yet who is capable of resisting Sarah Cameron.

"Yeah, well.. I warned you."

"Thought you and Sarah were thisclose now? Why bother?" you ask the question and apologize after because you feel bad for constantly being a bitch.

In your defense, it's hard to watch the boy you loved be happy with someone else, knowing you weren't enough and you never are.

Your own father couldn't even get away fast enough and he certainly didn't keep the promise he made to come back for you.

"We are, but.. I wanted to warn you, especially after I saw the date in his bio last night."

"What is the date?" you ask, and you're at least half convinced it'll be leftover from when he was dating Sarah and she just didn't notice it before now. When she lists off the date of the first time you hooked up with Topper, your mind is blown.

" Wait..what was the date agin?"

She repeats it and then asks, "Well? Be honest..are you with him?"

"It's kind of like…complicated. I mean..do I want to be? Yes. Have we been spending a lot of time together lately? Also yes. Does that mean we are? Nope."

"Wait…did you two.."

Instead of answering, you walk back inside. But what she's warned you about, it's festering inside your brain and you just know by the time you get off work, you're going to be so deep in your own mind that it'll be pathetic.

And you told yourself this wasn't going to happen again if you could help it.

,, there goes I'm never catching feelings again." the thought comes and you take a deep breath.

CONTINUED

You've just clocked out and you're exhausted. All you want to do is go home and collapse and preferably, not think for a while because what Kiara warned you about earlier.

Because in your mind, it's inevitable.

You're more than a little surprised to walk out of the restaurant and find Topper leaned against the lamppost nearby, one hand in his pocket. He spots you and he's smiling. Walking towards you.

"Hey pretty girl." he pulls you up against him and you breathe him in deep.

But you're not saying anything because of course you're not, you're in your own head again.

And Topper picks right up on that.

"Something wrong?"

"No. I'm fine, it was just a really long and busy day."

"Uh huh. You wanna try that again, love?" he asks, gently gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. You swallow hard. "I'm fine. I mean it."

"You're not though." Topper insists.

He's starting to get this bad feeling. And he doesn't like it, makes him feel like he's backed into a corner.

"How'd golfing go?" It's an honest attempt to steer the conversation off you.

He totally surprises you with his answer though.

"I think Sarah knows it's finally over and I'm done for good. She uh..she came by while we were playing. I told her I didn't want to hear anything she wanted to say because you were right..she only wants me when John upsets her."

You need a second to process. You melt against him as the tension leaves your body. He picks up on that too but he doesn't say anything because he knows you're not quite there yet.

You haven't figured out how you feel and you're trying to work through a lot.

He's trying to show you that you can trust him and depend on him. So if that means waiting, leaving everything undefined, so be it.

For now.

"Sounds like you had a day too." You're finally pulled together enough to look up at him and you laugh quietly. "Kie was being nosy earlier. She told me Sarah and John B got into it and Sarah left his house." and you're doing what you think is your best to hide the way it rattled you even though you've been mentally preparing yourself for the end because you're positive that it's coming.

He picks up on that too.

Again, he acts like he hasn't. He just nods and looks down at you in concern. "You're okay though, right?"

You nod and you're actually able to give him a weak but convincing smile. Then he's scooped you up, carrying you over to the spot he parked his Jeep. Placing you into the passenger seat and he leans in to steal a kiss that you willingly oblige him.

You laugh to yourself softly. Smile as he goes around to get in his own seat. As the Jeep heads away from the lights of town, you glance over at him and he chuckles.

"No, we're not going back to your house. It's a surprise, okay?"

"Okay." you finally can't resist a second longer, you need to touch him. In some way. So you slip your hand into his, cautious and hesitant at first but then he slides his fingers between yours, giving your hand an oh so gentle squeeze. You give him three little squeezes and he turns into a deserted parking lot. It's getting late so even the tourists aren't lingering on the beach. You drag your finger over his knuckles softly and he nods to the lighthouse across the water.

You follow his gaze. "It's the old lighthouse." you laugh softly and shake your head. He looks over at you and you explain, "I always wanted to go over there. But when we were kids.." you trail off, frustrated because literally every part of your childhood features JJ Maybank and lately, it makes you bitter.

"Nevermind. It's dumb, anyway. I was scared of the place, I guess."

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have t' do that, you know.."

"Do what?" you ask.

"Censor every happy thing just because the asshole who hurt you was a part of it." Topper answers, chuckling quietly when you immediately apologize and follow up with, "Trust me, you want me to. You guys hate each other and I'm not.. I'm not trying to make you feel like we're.. whatever this is, is less important, okay? Like..I don't want you to feel that way because I get the feeling she did it a lot.."

He nods, going quiet. "She never wanted t' come out there with me." he admits, laughing, "And its kind of the place I go when I want to.." he pauses, "when I need to get away."

The fact that he's now asking you is a huge deal for him. And you're not stupid, you know that. You're blown away that he wants to let you in on things, on a side of him that almost nobody else gets to see. And it means so much to you.

,, you know what will happen if you fall too hard." it's there, lingering in the back of your mind but you shove it down because you just want to enjoy this while you have it.

" I wanna go. Will you take me, Topper?"

He chuckles and nods. "That was my plan,love."

CONTINUED

When he's tied the boat off, he turns to you and motions for you to turn away from him. You do what he wants, laughing softly. Topper ties a navy bandana over your eyes and you laugh. "What's this for?"

"If I tell you, it's not a surprise anymore."

"Okay, but stairs?"

"I'm going to carry you, love."

"You don't have to do that.."

He's nosed your hair away from your neck and his lips trail over the side. "I know I don't have to, love. I want to." and the way his minty breath tickles your ear has you shivering as you giggle. He nips at a fading love bite and you can't help the little moan that slips out when he does it. Before you realize it's happening, he's scooped you up bridal style and he's walking with you. You bury your face in his neck and he grips you just a little tighter when you do it.

He's made it to the steps, you can feel each one. "Can't you just give me a hint?"

He laughs. "Could...but I won't."

"Top." you whine against his neck and he bites back a groan because his mind immediately goes to all the other times he's made you whine lately. He swears under his breath as he works the padlock off the door leading to the big light at the top of the lighthouse.

"Something wrong?"

"Not at all, love. Relax, alright?" Topper coaxes as the way he's picking the padlock finally works and the rusty lock falls to the floor of the landing with a thud.

You tensing up just a little has him snickering about it. "Relax, love. Everything is fine. I totally do this all the time." -except he doesn't, actually. This is the first time he's come all the way to the lights atop the lighthouse.

It's also the first time he's picked a lock.

But he practiced earlier when he came out to set everything up. Now he just has to hope nobody gets nosey and comes to check on things. Hope he's hidden his boat well enough not to be seen by any late night swimmers or other boats.

He steps into the narrow windowed room and reluctantly, he stands you on your own feet. Then he removes the blindfold to reveal sleeping bags, pizza and the flowers he got you earlier and he watches as your face fills with a soft smile. You turn to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you melt into him.

Because no one has ever done this for you.

"I love it. You can see the whole island, almost." you’re in awe of the view through the ceiling to floor windows because Kildare is lit up and it’s so pretty. And peaceful. Being in the tower feels like being in your own little bubble with him and after the day you’ve been having, it’s needed.

You've grabbed both of his hands in yours and he leans down into you, his forehead against your own. Nose to nose and body to body as the sun vanishes on the horizon and reds,pinks and oranges give way to purples and blues. The stars are starting to come out as the two of you settle in on the sleeping bags he snuck in up here earlier, cuddled up as close as you can both get to each other.

For now, everything is peaceful. You can almost forget the constant war between your mind and your heart…

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Bedroom Floor | Topper Thornton

Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N goes over to her boyfriend, Topper's house and the night ends with Y/N and Topper both on the floor breathless.

You were walking down the street. School just ended about 10 minutes ago so you were walking over to your boyfriend’s house. Topper asked if you could come over later and of course you agreed. You had not seen him in awhile because he was on vacation with his family and he just came back today. You didn’t get to see him at school either so, of course you agreed to go see him. You missed him so fucking much. You got to his house and walked up the walkway. You got to the door and rang the doorbell.

Topper quickly answered the door and he smiled widely when he saw you. You giggled and smiled as he picked you up and spun you. You put your face in his neck taking in his sweet scent. You missed everything about him. His smile, his scent, his laugh, every single thing about him. Topper kissed you lovingly before putting you down gently. You smiled and hugged him tightly.

“I missed you to much Top.” You smiled and giggled. “I missed you too baby.” He smiled and kissed your head. You giggled again. He had been gone on vacation for a month. It was only a little over 4 weeks but it was too much. That was the longest time you both were apart and it killed both of you. “What do you want to do?” He asked.

“Hmm..” You hummed tapping your finger on your chin. “We could snuggle.” You giggled. “Sure, I’d love that.” He chuckled and took your hand. The two of you walked up stairs going to his room. Topper opened the door and let you go in first. As you were walking in you tripped over his shoes that were on the floor and fell. Luckily there was a beanbag there and you fell on that but, when you fell you had pulled Topper down with you. Topper rolled off you now on the floor so you could sit up.

“Holy shit, babe I’m sorry I should’ve put my shoes somewhere else.” He said. “No, it’s fine.” You smiled a little. You studied Topper, who was now laying on the floor. The way he was looking up at you honestly started to turn you on. It almost made you feel… in control. You had to admit you were already turned on since you didn’t get to see him for along time and now you get to see his gorgeous face, but, this made that feeling grow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckled. You got off the beanbag and crawled onto his lap then leaned down and kissed him. He started to see what you wanted and pulled you deeper into the kiss. You put your hands through his hair and tugged gently. Topper was about to flip you both to take control but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. “Baby..” He whined.

“No no no..” You smirked. “I’m in control today baby.” You said. He sighed but he couldn’t lie, seeing you being dominate like this really turned him on. You could feel a boner growing in his jeans under you. “Now baby boy.. keep those hands up there, ok?” You smirked. You pulled off his top then you kissed him. Then you kissed along his jawline and now you were kissing his neck. You trailed wet kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. Now you got to the spot that you both were excited for.

You started to unbuckle his belt and pulled it off then you unbuttoned his jeans. You pulled them down as much as you could then did the same with his boxers. Topper helped you and kicked the jeans and boxers off. You bit your lip with a small smile and wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped it twice. You then spit on your hand and used that hand to pump his shaft. A moan escaped his lips as you continued. You then kissed his tip then started to kitty lick the tip. You put your tongue flat on his cock and licked upwards before taking him into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down slowly, pumping the rest of hi length that you could not fit. The moans he was letting out made your pussy even wetter. You were so needy for his cock inside of you. You continued bobbing your head for a few more minutes and you could tell he was close. You pulled away from his cock. You then stripped all of your clothing on and got back onto his lap. You took his cock and rubbed the tip in between your folds teasingly. He whined slightly. You giggled biting your lip and aligned his cock with your entrance and then sunk down.

“Fuck y/n.. you’re so tight.” He groaned slightly. You were so wet that you could feel some of your juices dribble down your thigh. You began to bounce on his cock. He held onto your hips as you did so. You put your hands behind you pushing them into the floor for support as you continued to bounce on his dick.

You were both moaning out. You were lucky that his parents weren’t home right now. You sat back up and started to ride his cock in tight circles. He threw his head back and moaned out. You threw your head back as well. You were having a hard time riding him as well as you were doing before. He could tell so he flipped the two of you. His cock was only out of you for seconds before he roughly thrusted back into you making you moan out. He began to pound into you roughly. You threw your head back and moaned out loudly. You swore the neighbors could probably hear how loud you were.

He kissed your neck, gently biting as he thrusted into you faster. You put your hands through his hair and tugged. He kept hitting your g-spot over and over. The feeling was like euphoria to you. You locked your legs around him and moaned out louder.

“Fuck Topper!” You moaned out. You moans were so loud they were almost screams. “Fuck y/n.. you feel so good.” He groaned out. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach. “Fuck Top I’m close!” You yelled. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy. He started to rub your clit at the same pace he was fucking you. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He groaned slightly. With that your back arched and you saw stars as you squirted on his cock making him smirk. A few minutes later you felt his cock twitching inside of you and he shot his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white.

You gasped and were catching your breath as he pulled out of you. Luckily you were on birth control because you knew if you weren’t, you would 100% be pregnant after that. Topper picked up your clothes along with his and put them on the bed then picked you up and laid down on the bed holding you. You smiled and put your face in his neck. You honestly could not believe you were just fucked on the floor. You sat up a little and looked at the floor where you two had made love.

“Oh shit.. there is a mess to clean there though.” You bit your lip and blushed from embarrassment. Topper chuckled. “It’s ok baby, I’ll clean it up. And don’t be embarrassed, that was hot.” He chuckled. “That really showed me how much you missed me.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully and gently hit his chest. You laid back down in his arms and rested your head on his chest. You laid there for a few minutes while Topper pet your head before your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep with a small smile.

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witchwyfe · 1 year

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local bakery whoever you choose!

Topper Thornton x female reader

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“Turn that off, god.” You groan, tugging Topper’s comforter over your head. He scrambles to silence the alarm blaring on his phone, before setting it back down on his bedside table.

“We still gotta get up, you know?” He says softly, lips at the top of your head. “Class.”

“Not going.” You mumble, curling into him.

“Baby,” He coos. “Yes you are, we both are.”

You groan against him, fisting his t-shirt in your hands. “I can at least sleep for 15 more minutes.”

“Can you get ready in ten?”

You nod into him.

“Okay then.” He slowly removes himself from your grasp and gets out of bed, hushing your complaints with a soft press of his lips against yours.

“I’ll be back to wake you up.”

“Mkay.”

Topper shoves on sweatpants and a hoodie, before leaving out one of each for you as well, then grabs his phone and keys.

Right down the street from his apartment, is his and your favorite bakery. They thankfully open before your 8am and he plans to take advantage of that on this particular day.

He gets your favorite pastry, his favorite bagel, and coffees for the both of you, before heading back to his place.

“Baby girl?” He wonders softly, stepping into his room. He carefully sets the goods on his nightstand, checking to see if you’re still asleep.

And you are; cheek squished against his pillow, and coddled up inside his duvet. His heart squeezes in his chest and he leans forward to take a quick photo.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, nose, and then lips. He feels you twitch against him, slowly opening your eyes.

“Hey beautiful.” He grins at your sleepy gaze. “Got you something.”

“You did?”

“Hmm,” He nods. “Gotta get up to get it though.”

You surprisingly sit up, grabbing his torso for a tight hug and to use to pull yourself out of bed. He feels you gasp against him when you spot the bakery bags.

“Top!” You gush, a hint of sleep still tracing your tone. “You’re the sweetest bubs, thank you.”

“You’re welcome darling, now c’mon and get ready so we have time to eat.”

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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SARAH CAMERON — spring prompts 🦋

A/N: there probably won’t be much more OBX content from me this time around so 🥂✌🏽 ! + this one includes lots of symbolism.

Using prompts from this list + numbers 1.) collecting flowers & 26.) riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

+ first gif belongs to @ofherscarlettwitchways and I can’t seem to locate who created the second one since I use google to search for gifs. I always stand by the fact that the gif search up here is lackluster for what I’m usually going for. If the second belongs to you please let me know. Just know, they do not belong to me!

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One minute, she’s holding his hand, he’s got stars in his eyes whenever he’s gazing down at her and she’s leaning into his embrace at a good ol’ kook kickback, then those short moments…lead to him trying to burn her alive.

That was just a quick glimpse into the treacherous relationship of Sarah Cameron and Topper Thornton. Maribelle “Mari” Ingram saw it all and although she hasn’t been in the Outerbanks from the very beginning (arriving here from Philly at thirteen years of age; starting high school a few months after her fourteenth birthday) she quickly learned how those two liked to operate.

It was all supposed to be sweet, their relationship, a classic tale of what the “American dream” looked like that it made Mari physically ill to think about. Those two were going to be each other’s everything—on paper. They looked good together, sounded good together, both coming from wealthy families and excelled on the superficial exterior part; even when Topper went off to college and got a degree and if he and Sarah lost touch, he’d still find a way to make her his wife.

Yet he would always be her last option. Topper would always love Sarah more than she ever loved him and this he knew but all that mattered is the fact that she would say yes to being his wife. However they wouldn’t truly be happy, it would always be for show and Sarah would always be searching for something else.

At the end of the day, Sarah Cameron wanted Maribelle Ingram around all the time. Topper was plan b and Mari knew she wasn’t that. Although she was starting to focus more on what her relationship with Sarah really entailed, she was sure that she wasn’t disposable in Sarah’s eyes.

Her fingers are sticky as she peels into a pomegranate, positive the sheets had specs of magenta on them now as she was stuck in a daze staring out the bedroom window. Mari had a lot on her mind, the mere thought that “loving” someone can amount in destruction didn’t make sense to her. That couldn’t be love, Topper did not love Sarah the way that she could.

She was convinced.

Not after Topper thinking that it was justified to set fire to the Château with actual people inside of it! Regardless it was obstruction of someone’s property and if Mari didn’t make it there on time…she wasn’t sure if any of the pogues would still be alive.

And that didn’t sit well with her.

Nothing she spewed at Topper’s truck was enough to get him to stop and realize what he had done or even running over her foot…he was a lost cause when it came to Sarah. Mari almost pitied him but honestly…what did that say about her?

She never denied being friends with Sarah like the shady girls like to do on this side of town. Mari felt like she maybe one of Sarah’s only true friends (from the other side) in this damn town but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t hard at times. Mari tried not to count the slow-burn of feelings that was developing inside but Sarah was complicated, she wasn’t perfect like her brother liked to argue because everyone in this town had their own shit about them but liked to bury it away with their carelessness.

Things were constantly swept under the rug in the Outerbanks.

“petal for your thoughts?” Sarah spoke, plopping back onto the unmade bed after exiting from the bathroom and dressed for the day.

It was early and Mari was unsure how long she’s been awake. The morning started as a blur and she couldn’t recall when she even exited her bed to get this fruit for breakfast. She wasn’t sure if JJ and John B were even upstairs, she just knew that the morning was quiet on the dock and she felt disbelief that this was all happening.

Here Sarah was, lounged over her bed on her elbows, dressed in a floral scooped romper, bare-faced and scrubbed clean from soot, hair pulled back into a low-ponytail with two blonde streaks framing her round face; while holding out a two-tone pink and white carnation petal that she probably plucked from Mari’s mom’s bouquet.

The juice dripped from her fingers, making Mari snap out of it as she brought the sides of her fingers up to her lips to dry the pomegranate off.

Sarah blinks, expectant as she twirls the petal closer to Mari’s eyes. Mari let’s out a small huff of laughter as a sticky hand takes the petal to rest on her white sheets.

“Besides the fact that my foot might be broken and my dad’s gonna have a field day talking to Topper’s old man about it? Not thinking much else…or at least trying not to.” Mari finally spoke as Sarah perked up in concern.

Mari’s father was a famous plastic surgeon who worked on some celebrities and influencers you’re probably obsessed with. He originally went to school for orthopedics but was proven stronger in plastic surgery, so most of his time was spent in California. He didn’t enjoy the idea of owning a home in the Outerbanks even for a vacation home but with a attorney for a wife/mother, you learn to pick your battles wisely.

It wasn’t a easy task looking for homes since Mari’s mother was extremely picky and always busy. In a way she left the idea up to thirteen year old Mari who settled on a houseboat, which needed lots of TLC from its flamingo pink and sea green exterior to its modern flare it has now. The couple were hardly ever in the OBX so Mari was usually here alone with two bedrooms that she left open for Sarah’s chaotic friends.

“Let me see,” Sarah gripped at the covers, ready to pry them off.

Mari knew this would just upset Sarah but there was no point in hiding this. She would eventually get around to seeing it so Mari let out a sigh, scooting back against the headboard.

The curly haired girl waved her hand about as she went back to snacking on the red fruit, “have at it and please try to contain yourself, Sarah.”

“Yeah, yeah.” That fell on short ears as Sarah carefully yanked the duvet back analyzing Mari’s foot, “Holy shit! We need to go to urgent care, like right now. It’s not supposed to look like that!”

Mari exhaled as she rested her head back, “of course you ignored everything I just said. We can’t go to urgent care because one of the ladies there, who’s friends with my dad, Bev, will just report back to him. She known for telling everyone’s business!”

“Mari! Hello! Your foot is huge!” Sarah scoffed.

“I know! Which is why I have it elevated. It’s not my first rodeo, I’ve broken a few bones in my day and know what to do. Got crutches in my closet, a boot, a wrap in the bathroom cabinet, and packs of ice in the fridge. I’ll survive—

“I’m sorry but topper shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this…especially since he…decided to attack me. No one else should have been in the crossfire, this is all my fault.” Sarah lightly gripped Mari’s ankle, feeling her eyes burn with tears.

“Hey,” Mari fought to get Sarah’s attention with her eyes, “whatever happened between you two shouldn’t excuse attempted murder and inflicting harm on a bystander. Karma will catch up to his ass real soon.”

“No…you don’t get it.” Sarah dropped her head, “he had a good reason.”

Mari felt her brows furrowing a bit, “what do you mean?”

“I got him involved in getting the cross back…which is insane because Pope didn’t even bother getting you involved and here I go getting my ex roped into this.” Sarah began to ramble, “and there’s been some flirting which I may have taken advantage of and I got him not to press charges on John b just to convince him that I’d choose him and meet up with him later that night…just to be with John b instead.”

Mari felt the tension growing in her forehead. She wasn’t completely clueless to what was going on with the pogues but she also wasn’t involved in what they had going on. Queen of minding her business! She was on the sidelines when it came to their everlasting search of treasure and watching Sarah find a sense of belonging with kids from the other side…Mari wasn’t sure if part of it had to do with Sarah’s spontaneous need for trying something new at first or if she really found her people (she believed it turned it into the second one) but this was true…Pope didn’t involve Mari in his family’s legacy. Which she didn’t mind! Mari was aware about the history since she considered Pope a friend, they both received scholarships to attend university early—well somewhat early for Mari since she was a senior and Pope a junior. Plus her mother was good friends with Pope’s mom. The Ingram’s were originally from Philly and are considered Kooks, yet they didn’t give much of a shit when it came to the classist “rules” the Outerbanks liked to follow.

If people were genuine with them, they received it back. The Heyward’s were good people in the Ingram’s book.

“So Topper turned into a pyro because you chose to spend your time with the pogues instead of sticking with the snobs? This isn’t anything new.”

“…John b and I also were about to—

Mari’s eyes were sharp on Sarah’s face then. She didn’t need to finish the rest of the sentence as Sarah almost looked away in shame. Like Mari would judge her after revealing her actions. Mari didn’t know that there was something going on between Sarah and John B, she’s only told Mari that she thought John B was cute…and sure there was the whole being presumed dead with him out in the sea and then going missing again for a month, with the rest of the pogues but never did Mari assume that they were more than platonic.

“Do you have feelings for him?” Mari felt a lump in her throat, “…That’s why John b socked Topper in the face…now it’s making sense.”

“I know, I know, I should have told you but I never thought things would get this far! I never thought topper would do something like this or even John b…beating him like that. I thought he was going to kill him…just for Topper to turn around and try to do the same thing to us.” Sarah wiped at her nose, “you’re my best friend and I don’t ever want you getting hurt because of me.”

“Are you and John b…dating?” Mari repeated, not really wanting to hear the rest. She didn’t want to explode, didn’t have the energy but that was the one thing she wanted to know.

Sarah lifted her shoulders, “I don’t know. It was more of a spur of the moment type of thing. We were about to go that route but the house starting smoking. It wouldn’t have meant anything, that I’m sure of. I just hate that I hurt Topper.”

This was the part where Mari knew being Sarah’s friend was hard. She didn’t particularly care for Topper as a person and not just for the fact that he almost didn’t have a backbone and felt like he was bigger than he actually was but also…he got to be where Mari wanted to be romantically but at least reciprocated. She was sure that he was hurt by sarah’s choices but it’s that saying, “you lose ‘em how you get them.”

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So why did Topper feel like it was different when it came to Sarah? Did he genuinely feel like they were soulmates? There was no need to place the entire blame on him but you also need to learn how to quit after awhile. Mari’s mostly been in the dark but it was starting to feel as if this was a slap in the face to have Sarah here. To have John B, here. What was Mari doing? Was she also just as foolish? Yes she opened up her home because Sarah didn’t have a place to really go, she seriously did not want to be in that suffocating apartment her father purchased for her and she simply didn’t want to be reminded of anything that had to do with her father but Sarah usually never left Mari out of the equation.

Why now?

Was it better to know?

Mari didn’t like being blindsided but she preferred a nice synopsis every now and then, especially when it came to Sarah.

“What happens if Topper decides to take matters into his own hands again? I can’t tell you that I’ll take another broken bone so easy.”

Sarah swallowed as their gaze met, holding each other’s stare. she was aware that there is only so much you can push someone before it all became too much and that means herself included.

“He’s not Rafe but he’s also not who I thought I knew either and I don’t want anything else to do with him, I promise. You don’t have to worry about that.” Sarah strongly stated, making sure that Mari knew she meant what she said.

Mari took a deep inhale as she plucked the carnation in between her pomegranate stained fingers, just to place in between her curls and ear, “in that case…I say we take a breather for the day.”

“Which means…what exactly?” A small smile was playing on Sarah’s lips.

“Hopefully JJ didn’t steal your bike…otherwise it’s going to be a painful ride down to the bakery.”

She may have or may not have gotten her car privileges revoked a few months ago…don’t ask.

Sarah pushed off the bed, “oh, he better not! Last time I let him borrow my bike, not only did he almost break the basket part but he didn’t put the seat back to my height. If his thief hands touched my girl, I’ll have to kick his butt. JJ?!”

Mari laughed to herself as Sarah spun around, almost tossing Mari’s bedroom door back as Sarah called out for the blond.

No more questions were asked as the two girls rode through the orange hues and salty water town. Sarah was taking the lead with tinted shades while a much taller Mari held on with a booted foot. Smiles were on their faces as the spring air whipped their contrast hair textures behind them, providing a light massage and easing their worries away as they rode through the active town together.

Mari’s taller but she’s leaning on Sarah since she couldn’t bring her crutch. Little does she know, after the bakery they were definitely going to the urgent care up the road but for now? They’ll just be two giggling messes as they enter, “Blissful Bites Bakery,” greeted by warm grins and patience.

Mari gets the raspberry lemon loaf and Sarah gets the apple pie cookie that’s almost the size of Mari’s swollen foot, while getting talked into purchasing the vanilla lavender smoothie for them to share on the go.

They soon find themselves, heads pressed against each other’s on the ground in the small meadow, with Sarah’s almond eyes peering up at the rising sky with a butterfly fluttering by and Mari with her eyes closed shut and golden skin warmed by the sun. They’re exchanging the smoothie back and forth, leaving Sarah to be in thought while Mari put her brain on mute.

Until…

Sarah rolls onto her belly, taking a sip as she stares down at how pretty and in peace Mari looks. Sarah aspires to have that energy someday but this moment will do.

“I love you, you know?”

That got Mari to pop her round brown eyes open, not knowing if now was the time for official feelings to be confessed.

“I love you too,” Mari softly smiled up at Sarah who hovered above her, almost making Mari forget how to breathe until Sarah handed the smoothie over for her turn.

Mari took the lightly sweet beverage as Sarah hopped to her feet and began jogging and spinning around, arms wide open in joy with Mari’s borrowed blue shades in her hand. The sun-rays shielded Mari’s sight briefly, her own shades buried in her thick hair as she watched her Sarah—her friend become one with the open field.

This is how she always wanted to see Sarah, without the stress this island liked to bring. So Mari cheered her on, lounging on the prickly scallion green grass, deeply in love with the girl who always gave her her flowers for her own keepsake.

Yet Sarah Cameron was the most abiding one.

The hotel room is stuffy and yellow and Sarah’s just finished her j, which means she’ll be leaving soon. The weight of her reminded Mari of old times, how they never had an issue leaning on each other for anything.

“I’ll be heading out to New York next weekend.” Sarah started as she sat on the edge of the bed, blanket wrapped around her chest, “you should come. I’ll even buy your ticket this time.”

Which Sarah knew Mari didn’t need her to do but it was always the gesture that Sarah continuously wanted Mari around.

Mari hums at this, “is this a business trip for you or Topper?”

“Both.”

“Doesn’t he get more agitated when it comes to his work…are you sure it’s the best idea for me to be there when you told me he’s been stressed over this next project?” Mari fought back a yawn.

Topper Thornton became quite the successful architect at just twenty-seven so it only made sense that he had a lot on his shoulders, including his wife still messing around with her “best-friend” from their teenage years. However this also didn’t stop him trying to get back at Sarah by having weekly dinner dates with his women employees and a certain ex.

“You’re always in New York with your screenwriting so what’s another trip back?” Sarah glanced over her shoulder at the dark haired woman.

Mari lived in Oregon but was consistently in New York when her scripts slowly began to take off. Between writing scripts and screenplays, pitching them to publishers and being contacted by directors to make them a motion-picture to having a balance of a slow personal life and a…conflicting love-life at twenty-six was a whole lot.

“I’m on break,” Mari rested on her back, which was true, she was on hiatus after her latest success and New York was much different than Oregon, “and summers in New York with a raging prick hovering over our backs is not how I want to spend it.”

“He’ll only be there on Friday and then he’ll be staying at his grandfather’s estate in Connecticut. He won’t be around.” Sarah had the answer for everything as she gathered her hair into a claw-clip, “Come on, it’ll be fun and we can hang out in Coney Island or go to Philly or look at properties in Rhode Island…I mean I did come all this way to this walking twilight film.”

Mari couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, remembering how Sarah was all snorts and throwing jokes while being honestly? confused on why Mari picked Oregon to live full-time. She transferred to a school out in California much to her parents’ happiness and still chose Oregon in the end. It was far enough away from North Carolina and part of Sarah wondered if that means getting away from her too.

This has been going on long enough but Sarah never got tired of Mari. Perhaps that’s what love truly looks like but the longer she stared at Mari, she noticed nine years can change your perspective on someone you care about. It slowly felt like she was pulling teeth to get Mari to just be in their relationship. To be present.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, will you?” Sarah exasperated.

Mari blinked, “I’ve got a week to decide don’t I?”

Sarah crinkled her nose, pushed off the bed, taking the sheets right with her and leaving Mari bare and cool—Sarah always preferred ice cold hotel rooms, “Fine.”

The bathroom door clicked harshly behind her as Mari sighed to herself. A knock on the door sounded not long after, making Mari scramble for any article of clothing. Finding a complimentary robe tossed on one of the chairs, she slips into it before padding to the hotel door.

“For you Ms.” The bellhop held out the bouquet of white carnations, orange roses, Peruvian lilies and baby’s breath.

Mari smiled at the man in thanks before motioning for him to hold on as she retrieved his tip, wishing him a good day, before closing the door behind him. She opened up the blinds allowing the morning sun to shine through the room before she turned her attention back to the flowers, already knowing who they’re from:

To my petal, forever and always ♡— S.C.

Mari picks up the white carnation, climbs back into the bed, curls up on her side twirling the flower as the shower steams from the bathroom. Things were much simpler back then when feelings weren’t attached—Mari almost forgot what that was like with Sarah and Mari facing each other, a laughing mess with a daisy in Sarah’s hair and a carnation in her’s, holding onto each other faces and squishing each other’s cheeks together before breaking out into a dancing fit in the middle of her bedroom.

Maribelle Ingram knew she would always love Sarah for all that she is but they were twenty-five and twenty-six now, older now and should know better. They were each other’s best friends above it all, before they locked lips with wonder and nervousness and before Sarah settled for Topper.

So Mari rather pretend they were sixteen and seventeen again, held up in her bedroom screaming lyrics to Cardi B and Bebe Rexha songs with their only concerns being which song should play next.

Now it was who should fly out to continue this routine. Mari didn’t want to give up, she knew that’s how Sarah would view this thanks to her own trauma but what Sarah wouldn’t realize is that—she had to find her freedom within herself and not only in someone else.

It was time.

Mari would always be there, just with distance now for the sake of her own heart…she just couldn’t continue being the only source of Sarah’s freedom.

Once Sarah gathered her thoughts after a lengthy shower, with damp skin and towel wrapped hair, she expected to find Mari still waiting on her. However the hotel room was left empty except for the Peruvian Lillie’s.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #obx #obx3 #Sarah Cameron #Sarah Cameron x reader #sarah cameron x female reader #john b routledge #pope heyward #jj maybank #Sarah Cameron x oc #spring prompts #spring prompt #spring prompts 2023 #queued #topper thornton #rafe cameron #madelyn cline

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beautifuldisaster88 · 1 month

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A Match Made In Hell

Pairings: Dark!Rafe x Female!Reader (She comes off sweet and innocent but is actually a psychopath)

Summary: Rafe Cameron fell in love with the OBX's sweet and innocent kook princess, but what was it about her that drew him in? When she turns out to be just as psychotic (if not more than Rafe) as him, what will happen? Will the once peaceful and quiet Kildare Island be turned upside down? Will anyone find out the truth about her? Or will her sweet and innocent persona be enough to fool an entire island?

Warnings: Dark themes, mentions of torture and murder, murder, mentions of weapons, weapon use, details of torture and murder, unprotected sex P in V, knife play, mention of branding, drug use, to sum it all up they're both psychopaths! Read at your own risk.

A/N: I used the name Sky/Skylar, but you can picture reader however you want. Other than describing how she dresses and acts, there isn't much physical description of her. Fair warning this is longer than I originally planned for it to be . Guess you could say I went overboard with this shit. However, I did try to shorten it more, deciding to end it where I did, otherwise it probably would have turned into a full blown story.

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!!!!MDNI!!! 18+

With Rafe Cameron, what you see is what you get. The eldest of the three Cameron siblings, Rafe was unhinged, a psychopath. From trying to drown his sister, Sarah, to murdering Sheriff Peterkin, beating those dirty Pogues to a pulp any time he had the chance, pulling a gun on his dad, to actually shooting Sarah. The list of crimes that the Cameron male had committed only continued to pile up. The good thing about being a Cameron? It meant that Rafe got away with murder, literally. He was a true psychopath and everyone knew it.

Then you have Skylar Rose, Outer Banks sweetheart, the kook princess. The Rose family held just as much power on the island as the Cameron family, if not more. Skylar or Sky as everyone called her was the complete opposite of Rafe. She was the definition of innocent, wearing white flowy summer dresses, nails always perfectly manicured, flowers usually adorned in her wavy beach wave hair, makeup always perfectly done and perfectly applied glossy lips. The Rose girl always had a smile on her face that was brighter than the sun, greeting everyone that she passed on the island, both Kooks and Pogues. If someone needed help, Sky was the first to lend a hand, no questions asked. She loved babies, animals, stuffed animals, anything that was pink and sparkly. She was the Outer Banks angel, untouched by any guy. That was until Rafe Cameron made her his own.

You see, under all those innocent layers laid something dark and twisted. While others only saw her as innocent, Rafe knew that there was more to Skylar Rose, and he made it his mission to bring out her true nature, which took less persuasion than he expected.

The couple was trouble together, feeding each other their psychotic desires behind closed doors. So, what happens when people start going missing on the small island and bodies start turning up? Normally, the Cameron men, Rafe and his father Ward would be the first that the people of Kildare County would blame, but with Sky now in the picture, it left the residents of the island puzzled. They truly believed that Sky had Rafe under control. Oh, how wrong they were.

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It was a typical Friday night on Figure Eight. Rafe had convinced Topper to throw a party at his place, bitching that Ward refused to let the Cameron male throw anymore of his parties at Tannyhill, at least when Ward was home. With Sky giving the Thornton male her sweetest and most innocent smile and pleading eyes, Topper folded within seconds. Both Rafe and Sky knew that she had everyone on the island wrapped around her dainty perfectly manicured finger.

The Thornton house was crowded with kook party goers, music blaring throughout every room. The liquor was overflowing and the drugs at anyone's disposal. It was your typical kook party. Sweaty and dancing bodies everywhere, people hooking up wherever the fuck they pleased.

Sky was currently perched on Rafe's lap, curled up against her boyfriend as he made his usual drug deals, white powdery lines scattered across the glass table in front of them. She was dressed in her usual attire, wearing a white babydoll dress that Rafe bought her that morning, adorned with thigh high stockings with pink bows at the top, knowing how much her boyfriend loved when she wore those damn stockings. Her hair was worn down that night, small pink and white glittery flowers throughout. It was no secret that Sky was the hottest girl at the party. Hell, she was the hottest girl on the island, but everyone knew she belonged to Rafe, meaning she was off limits.

"I'm telling you man, this yayo is top of the line shit. Best you'll ever have. We just got a new shipment, cut straight from Columbia. You won't find this shit anywhere else on the island, yeah?" The Cameron male said to the group of kooks surrounding them, each one reaching for their wads of cash.

Rafe possessively squeezed her bowtie stocking clad thigh, not liking the way that Chad was eying his girl. His jaw tightened, eyes immediately darkening. The squeeze he had on Sky's thigh was so tight that it was sure to leave bruises.

"Yo, man. Ain't you afraid of corrupting little miss innocent with this shit, Rafe? I mean, has she even seen this shit in person before?" Asked Chad, your typical frat kook.

Chad might have been too stupid to realize but Rafe couldn't stand the asshole, his eyes always on Sky. The Cameron boy wanted nothing more than to slam Chad's head through the glass table, but this was business, so Rafe tried his damnedest to remain professional, not wanting to lose out on a deal.

"You do realize who the fuck she belongs to, yeah? Baby Girl here might be innocent, but that don't mean she's fucking stupid. How 'bout you worry 'bout your fuckin' self and let me worry about my girl, yeah? Yeah."

Sky felt her boyfriend tense up, knowing that he had one thing on his mind. Murder.... and Chad was tonight's victim.

"Not yet, Rafey. His time will come later." Sky purred in his ear, making the blonde nod. No one had ever been able to keep Rafe under control, except his Skylar.

Getting back into business mode, Rafe let out a dark laugh, playfully smacking his girlfriend's thigh as he looked from her to Chad.

"Shit, she might be innocent but you best believe my girl here knows all the ends and outs of this shit. Who the fuck you think packages everything and cuts the shit up so perfectly? You're looking at my business partner, man. I taught her everything she knows.Y'gonna buy some or just eye fuck my angel, huh?"

Chad's eyes immediately widened and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, quickly peeling his eyes away from Sky as she giggled into Rafe's neck. He might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he knew not to piss off Rafe Cameron, especially when it came to his girl, no matter how badly Chad wished he could fuck Sky.

"Uh, yeah... Yeah, give me 3 G's worth, man. I-I wasn't eye fucking your girl, Rafe, I wouldn't do that. Everyone knows that Skylar belongs to you. I... I wouldn't do that, man."

Rafe snorted, knowing damn well he knew what he saw. Still, he reached for a stack of little baggies that were filled with the white substance. Before he handed the merchandise to Chad, Sky held out a dainty hand, motioning for Chad to place the money in it. He hesitantly looked from her to Rafe, earning a nod of approval from the Cameron male. Once the cash was in her hand, Skylar quickly counted it.

"It's all there, Rafey. Give Chad his goodies so that he can be on his way. Even though I know Chaddy here could have at least bought 5 G's Worth, but he chose the cheap route this time. Oh well." Skylar hummed, shrugging her shoulders as she placed the wad of cash in her little pink bunny shaped backpack that Rafe had bought for her. While Rafe handled dealing the cocaine, she handled the money. The pair being the perfect business partners.

Rafe threw the stack of baggies tied around a pink rubberband (Skylar's doing, of course) at Chad, giving him a death stare.

Rafe then turned his attention to his girlfriend, trailing kisses from under her earlobe and down her neck as he whispered. "Daddy needs his fix, angel. Gon' let me do some lines off those perfect tits, yeah?"

"Here's your shit. Now fucking scram." Rafe spat, shooing Chad away with his hand.

It was almost like a scene from a comedy movie, the way that Chad hurriedly stood, practically tripping over his own two feet, mumbling about how sorry he was and how he didn't mean to disrespect Rafe or his girl. It took everything in the Rose girl to not burst out in giggles.

Her giggles filled the air, Rafe barely able to hear them over the booming music, but not even the music could drown out Rafe hearing those angelic giggles. She bit down on her bottom lip, whimpering at how his mouth felt against her soft skin. Being the possessive man that he was, Rafe made sure to leave marks along her neck, marking what belonged to him.

"Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets."

"Atta girl. S'good for Daddy. Gon' have to reward you later, hmm?" He whispered, his hand trailing further up her thigh, earning a small moan from her.

Sky reached into Rafe's pocket, pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder. Leaning back against the arm of the overly expensive couch, she began to sprinkle lines of the white substance on her cleavage, involuntarily squeezing her thighs together when Rafe let out a low groan. He leaned his face in closer, lining his nostrils up perfectly with the two white lines before snorting one, followed by the second. He then ran his tongue slowly over each breast, cleaning off whatever remained of the white powder. Of course, he had to give those perfect a few nips.

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Hours later as the party began to die down, the couple decided it was time to put their plan in motion. Both of them coked out of their minds, not to mention the mixture of alcohol and other substances. They had their ways of making sure nobody ever saw Sky snort white lines up her nostrils. She had a reputation to uphold being innocent after all. Thank God that Sky knew how to fool everyone, making them think that she was just tipsy from the half empty bottle of beer that Rafe handed her, not knowing that it was actually a mixture of different types of alcohol.

She made her way through the house, drink in hand as she searched for their victim, humming along to the music as she flashed her million dollar smile at everyone. When she spotted Chad, she put on her innocent act, strolling over to him as her tits bounced, barely contained by the thin material of her dress, ass peaking out from under. Before even approaching Chad, she knew that he was putty in her hand.

"Chad! There you are. I've been looking all over for you. I wanted you to try this new drink mixture I made and tell me what you think. Also my way of apologizing for Rafey's behavior. He tends to get a tad bit overprotective of me." Her voice came out sweet, so innocent sounding. Little did poor Chad know, the drink in her hand had a few extra ingredients, courtesy of Barry.

"Oh, uh, hey Sky. Where's, uh... Where's Rafe. He know you were coming to talk to me?" Chad asked nervously, looking around for any signs of Rafe. When he didn't see the Cameron male, he instantly smirked, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking her out.

She giggled sweetly, adding on the charm as she flashed her million dollar smile once again, perfectly straight pearly whites on display along with her deep dimples. She twirled a strand of hair around her dainty finger.

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"Relax, Chaddy. I told Rafey that I was going to look for you. He's busy finishing up his last deals for the night. I just want you to try my new mix, not like I'm asking you to take me upstairs to an empty bedroom."

"Yeah, yeah of course I'll try it, sweetheart."

Got him, Sky thought to herself. This was just too damn easy.

"Fuck, Chad here is a lot heavier than I expected, baby. I swear, if he makes me break a nail or even chip my nail polish, 'm gonna go after his whole fucking family." Sky huffed as her and Rafe dragged Chad's unconscious body out of the bed of Rafe's truck.

"Baby Girl, Daddy already told you that you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting. That's what y'got me for, yeah?"

She immediately scrunched up her face, shaking her head from side to side with a strained huff.

"m'not letting.. you do all the.. heavy lifting yourself, Daddy. Whatcha take me for, some sort of weak bitch? Huh? Is that it? Cause 'm not weak, Rafey."

Rafe let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he smirked. She was a fiery one and he loved it.

"Shh, shh. Not what I'm saying at all, Baby Girl. I know that you're strong. Y'just got your nails done this morning and Daddy just doesn't want you fuckin' 'em up... 'specially 'fore you get the chance to wrap them 'round my cock. That's all." Rafe reassured her. "This should be good. Drop him here, angel."

Skylar didn't need to be told twice, she dropped Chad's unconscious body, shrugging as she heard a loud thud from his body hitting the concrete floor of the abandoned building. She immediately began inspecting her nails, making sure there were no chips. When she found no damage done to her nails, she looked up at Rafe with a huge grin, holding up both hands for him to see.

"Look, Daddy. No damage done." She beamed, before her face scrunched up in a cute little pout. "Too bad they'll be covered in blood soon. Oh well." She shrugged. "Least I know how to get 'em clean."

Rafe chuckled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her flush against his toned and muscular body, running his hands down her back and cupping her ass. He leaned his face in to kiss along her jaw, before capturing her lips.

"Yeah, well, just know I plan on fucking you before we get cleaned up. You know what Y'do to Daddy when you're covered in blood." He purred in her ear, making her whimper.

"Daddy! Now 'm wet." Sky whined, making the Cameron boy chuckle.

"What's new, Baby Girl? You get wet just think' 'bout me. Don't worry your pretty little self, Daddy will take good care of you... After we're done with Chad."

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Straddling Chad's lap, Skylar ran the cold blade across his jawline, pouting that he still wasn't awake. Reaching back her other hand, she slapped Chad hard in the face, the sound bouncing off the empty walls of the abandoned building.

"Chad, time to wake up. I wanna play. Won't you play with me?" She whined, grinning like a maniac as the male groaned.

Chad's eyes slowly fluttered open, his head pounding as he tried to regain his focus. Not recognizing his surroundings, his eyes widened when he saw Skylar in his lap, knife pressed against his throat. Sure enough, Rafe was standing a few feet behind her, looking like a true psychopath.

"W-what the fuck did you put in my drink you crazy bitch!? Get the fuck off me! You're both fucking psychopaths!"

"You know, Chad... You should never call a psychopath a psychopath... Makes them angry. I don't think you want to make us angry, now do you!?" Skylar pressed the sharp end of the blade deeper against his neck, breaking the skin. She grinned as she watched the crimson liquid trickle down his throat.

"Look, I didn't do shit. Just let me go. I-I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear, man. Just let me go."

Rafe clicked his tongue, stalking over closer to where Chad was tied to the chair.

"Can't do that, man. You crossed a line tonight. Eying my girl like a pussy starved virgin. Ya pussy starved, Chad, huh? That it? Well guess what?" Rafe asked, reaching a hand out to cup Skylar's pussy under her flowy white dress. "This pussy, yeah, this pussy belongs to me. Even has MY name carved into her thigh. You fucked up, man, and now Y'gotta pay the price. Them's the rules, yeah?"

"Rafe, you got it all wrong, man.. I... I was-"

Chad was immediately cut off by Skylar slicing open his throat, pouting as the crimson liquid squirted all over her white dress.

"He talked too much. Made me bored." She shrugged. "Great!" She plunged the knife into his chest, ignoring his gurgled cries and pleas as he choked on his own blood. "You!" STAB. "Ruined!" STAB. "My!" STAB. "Favorite!" STAB. "Fucking" STAB. "Dress!" With one last stab to Chad's abdomen, she trailed the embedded blade down his stomach, ripping him open in two as his insides pooled out of him.

Rafe's cock was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans as he watched his girlfriend take Chad's life. It wasn't how they planned it, but he always let his Baby Girl do as she pleased. As much as Rafe wanted to be the one to kill that fucking douchebag, he couldn't deny how fucking hot his girl looked.

"You can stop now, angel. Chad's no longer with us. Pity that there wasn't much torture. M'proud of you though. You did so good, Baby Girl. Get that sweet ass over here and let Daddy reward you."

"M'kay, Daddy." Sky hummed, climbing off Chad's lifeless lap. Her once white dress now drenched in the frat boy's blood.

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Rafe teased Skylar, running his red tip over her slick folds, his precum mixing with her slickness. He groaned at the sight of her pretty glistening pussy, the most perfect pussy that he'd ever seen. The blonde was obsessed, willingly admitting to her that he was pussy whipped.

"Rafey, stop teasing!" She whimpered, already writhing beneath him just from his tip gliding along her slick folds.

"Gotta admire the view before I destroy that pretty pussy, yeah? So soaked f'me already, Baby Girl and I've barely touched you. Sucha fucking slut for Daddy's cock, yeah? Yeah, you are. Got you practically coming undone and I haven't even fucked you yet."

"Rafe, I swear if you don't fuck me right no-"

"You'll what? Hmm? You ain't gonna do shit, Baby Girl. I fucking own this pussy and if I want to take my time, I will, yeah? But, since you did so good tonight I won't make you beg."

With that, he slammed his cock deep inside her, not even giving her time to adjust to his size before his hips thrust roughly, slamming in and out of her tight hole. He practically came at the loud moans that rolled off her tongue.

Sky gasped when she felt a cold metal against her abdomen as Rafe slammed his cock deep inside her sopping cunt. She grinned knowing that the cold metal was her knife. It wasn't the first time that the couple did knife play, or even gun play at that. When it came to sexual situations, there wasn't much that was off limits for the pair.

Rafe snaked an arm around to grab her by the throat, squeezing hard as he yanked her head back, wanting to see her face as she came undone. Her once bright doe eyes were as dark as his.

"Hold still for me, Baby Girl, yeah?" Rafe groaned, eyes rolling back from how perfectly her pussy wrapped around his big cock. "Wouldn' want to nick that flawless skin."

Rafe took the blade in his hand, running it along her inner thigh. He felt her walls tighten around him, practically milking him. She obeyed him, trying to stay as still as possible, even though it was almost impossible the way Rafe was roughly thrusting in and out of her.

"Fuck, you gonna cum already? Sucha fucking dirty whore, gettin' off on my cock and having a fucking knife against your skin. Cum for Daddy, wan' you to soak my cock, Baby Girl."

"Mhm, 'm gonna cum daddy." Sky whimpered, feeling the familiar tightness in her stomach.

She threw her head back against Rafe's bare and sweaty chest, mumbling a few curse words as she came undone. Rafe supported her body with one strong hand, pounding into her soaked pussy harder, each thrust more sloppy than the last, letting her know that he was also close.

"Fuck!... Rafe!"

Sky screamed out his name in the most pleasurable way as she came, soaking Rafe's cock. Rafe was right behind her, moaning her name as he emptied his load deep inside her pussy, painting her walls white.

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It had been well over two weeks since the couple brutally murdered Chad. Missing posters were posted all over the island with Chad's picture. Sky and Rafe had even joined the search party for the frat boy, knowing damn well nobody would find him. After chopping his body up, the couple fed him to the gators. Still, they had to make sure they came off just as concerned as the rest of the island.

The couple were sat at a table at The Wreck, eating their lunch when a breaking news alert appeared on the TV. Both their heads snapped to the screen, listening closely to the news report.

"Residents of Kildare County, we come to you with breaking news. What you're about to hear and see might not be suitable for everyone. Kildare County Sheriff's department was called out this morning when a hiker in the woods came across a severed hand. After further investigation it was discovered that the hand belonged to missing teenager, Chad Smith. We take you now to a special report from Sheriff Shoupe."

"The Sheriff's department received a call this morning from a caller who wishes to remain anonymous. After arriving on scene, Deputy Plumb and myself took the severed hand to evidence. After running the hand for prints it was discovered that it belonged to Chad Smith. Deputies searched the area in hopes of finding a body, but came up empty handed. Without knowing how long Chad's body was out there, we're assuming that the gators got to him before we did. As of now we don't have any suspects and don't expect foul play to be at hand. According to our reports, Chad was last seen leaving a house party and was heavily under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Our best guess is that he passed out and maybe hit his head. If anyone has any information, we ask that you please contact the Sheriff's department. We'll update you with any new information we come across. As of now, we're ruling out homicide. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Chad's family and friends. A vigil will be held this Friday evening on the beach. Thank you."

Rafe and Sky peeled their eyes off the screen, immediately looking at each other with proud grins. Little did everyone know, the couple planted the hand, knowing that someone would soon come across it. There was no way that Chad's murder could be pinned on either of them, the pair too smart to leave behind any evidence.

Sky gave Rafe a faux pout, sticking out her bottom lip.

"Poor Chad. Who would do a thing like that? It's so, so sad." She hummed, running a finger down her cheek as a faux tear.

Rafe grinned as he let out a low chuckle, reaching over the table to take Sky's hand in his, absentmindedly drawing shapes on the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Mhm, real sad. Eat your food, Baby Girl. Gon' need your strength for tonight. Got something special planned."

Sky perked up, looking at her boyfriend with a bright smile, but only Rafe knew the darkness behind that innocent smile. Leaning across the table, she whispered.

"Please tell me that it's finally Sophia's turn. Can't stand seeing her check you out anymore, Daddy. You're mine."

Rafe chuckled, nodding his head as he brought their hands to his lips, peppering the back of hers with kisses.

"Mhm. Daddy's gon' let you play with that bitch tonight. Let her know who the fuck I belong to."

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy. I love you, Rafey."

"I love you too, Baby Girl. More than anything."

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #obx #rafe x reader #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe x reader #psychotic!rafe #dark!reader #not so innocent

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deltaharrington · 1 year

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BEST FRIENDS?

PAIRING: John B Routledge x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: Small bit of angst, unrequited love, dramatics.

SUMMARY: It hurts you to see John B and Sarah together, and it hurts the Pogues who know about your love for the blonde to see you in pain.

“Somebody help!” You heard, your heart immediately racing at the familiar female voice.

You and the rest of the Pogues rushed to the sound, only to see John B on the ground. He had either fallen or been pushed.

“John B!” You said, about to rush to his aid when Sarah Cameron cradled him close.

You couldn’t deny the jealousy that coursed through your veins, and JJ saw this, pushing you back.

You knew now was not the time for this.

John B had been your best friend since you two were in diapers. Your dads knew each other and we’re best friends, so it was only fair that you two were.

JJ entered and you three became a trio in the third grade. All was well until you made it to middle school.

That’s when you began to realize your feelings for John B were not just platonic.

As the years went on, the more you craved and yearned to be with him. He was perfect for you.

The other Pogues assumed you guys were macking, until Sarah came into the picture.

Earlier that night, John B had brought it up and you and Kie were both shocked. You were more hurt, and JJ knew. Of course he did.

He could always read you like a book. That made you hate him and love him at the same time.

He knew that John B was hurting you. It was only a matter of time before your pot overflowed.

When John B met the Pogues at The Wreck the next day, he was surprised when he didn’t see you.

Regardless, he told the others about his current situation, how he was staying with the Cameron’s and that they finally had a map of Tannyhill.

When you didn’t arrive after an hour, John B became worried. Where had you gone?

“Where’s Y/n?” He asked and JJ sighed, looking towards his friend with a cast.

“She wasn’t feeling too good, she was going to stay home but work called her in.” JJ said with a shrug. In reality, you didn’t want to see John B, you couldn’t face him after the night before.

“I’m gonna go find her” John B said “To make sure she’s okay” He added and JJ tried to stop his friend but John B was intent on finding you.

You worked at the Country Club in Figure 8 part-time as a waitress. Even though you had to deal with Kooks, it paid well, and you gained a lot of tips.

While on your break, a frantic Topper approached you. Knowing what he did to John B, you tried to retreat back inside, but Topper stopped you.

“I didn’t push him” Topper explained and you looked shocked “You have to believe me. I don’t like him, but I’d never-“ He continued but a hand on his shoulder interrupted him.

“Get the fuck away from her, Thornton” John B said, pulling the Kook away from you. Topper pulled his hands upwards in surrender and he backed away.

“I didn’t do it!” He called and you shook your head before turning around to walk back inside, not even acknowledging John B.

“Hey! Hey, where are you going?” He asked and too stopped, turning to face him. God, you wanted to hug him so bad.

As if he could read your mind, he held his arms out to you. You fell into him, soft cries leaving your throat.

“Y/n…why are you crying?” He asked and pulled back enough so that he could see your face. He gently cupped your cheek with his non-broken hand, wiping your tears away.

“You could have fucking died!” You said and he laughed a bit, causing you to hit him on the chest, laughing a bit too.

“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” He said and you swore your heart stopped in your chest.

“Don’t do that, John B.” You said and he looked confused. He was confused. What did you mean?

“Don’t do what?” He questioned and you looked hurt. You were.

“Nothing, I need to get back to work” You said and he nodded his head, a sigh leaving his lips at your mood change.

A few weeks had passed and you distanced yourself from the Pogues. You worked more so that you wouldn’t have to be around John B and Sarah.

It hurt your heart too much. The other Pogues knew, but John B didn’t.

“Why doesn’t Y/n come around anymore?” John B asked and JJ and Kie both looked at each other before him.

“It hurts her too much” JJ said and John B’s head shot up.

“What?” He started, running a hand through his hair “How can hanging out with your best friends hurt?” He asked and Kie huffed.

“She’s in love with you, idiot” She said and John B immediately felt like shit. “She can’t be around you and Sarah and not want to break down…” She added.

“Me and Sarah aren’t even together anymore” John B said and Kie sighed.

“How would she know that?”

“You fumbled” JJ said and got an elbow from Kie “I heard she’s seeing Rafe Cameron now” He added and John B was shocked.

His Y/n wasn’t seeing anyone. Was she?

John B was going to find out.

John B found you at work, Rafe Cameron was perched by the monitor you were cashing people out at.

You laughed at something he said and John B swore he felt his heart clench in his chest. He couldn’t let you be with Rafe.

Fuck, maybe he was in love with you too.

He walked into the club and right up to you, the sight of him making your heart race.

“John B?” You said and Rafe turned to look at the Pogue, glaring.

“What are you doing here?” He asked and John B scoffed, stepping in between the two of you.

“Back off, Cameron” He said “She’s mine” John B said and your heart stopped.

Wasn’t he with Sarah?

Rafe didn’t want to fight John B in the Club so he backed off retreating to his seat.

You had just gotten done with your shift so you moved to put your stuff away and John B waited.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you shrugged, nodding.

The wind hit you as soon as you both stepped out of the club. You looked to John B and he looked at you too, stopping at the entrance of the club.

“John B” You said and he smiled.

“Kiss me” He said and you nodded, pulling him close in the collar of his shirt. You both kissed each other with desperation, his hands trailing along your exposed waist.

You smiled when you pulled away, John B doing the same.

“I love you too” He said with a laugh, grabbing your hand to walk you home.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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