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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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garbinge · 2 years

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When Summer Ends (1/?)

Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC Nicky Maybank

Summary: Nicky Maybank, JJ’s older sister, just graduated. Her summer break was supposed to be normal. Work, party, chill. But then she somehow Topper came into the mix. Fun little summer romance fic with the twist of a pogue navigating a relationship with a kook.

A/N: First time writing for Outer Banks! This doesn’t really follow the canon storyline much at all and I’ve taken my own liberties like making Topper a year older in this fic. I’ve had this idea in my head forever and finally had the right motivation and inspiration to start writing! Hope you enjoy the start to this short multi-chap :) No taglist yet, but just let me know if you’d like to be added for the next parts.

TW: All my fics are 18+. Mentions of alcohol, cursing.

Chapter Index

Word Count: 3.7k

“Nicky Maybank,” a voice slurred as she filled up her red solo cup at the keg.

Her eyes traveled up from the tap to see the six foot tall blonde, sporting a billabong long sleeve shirt over cargo shorts. Her eyes moved back down to see the sperry boat shoes and a smile formed on her face before her eyes met back up with his.

“Topper Thornton,” she casually said back as she handed him the keg tap.

“What brings you here this fine evening,” he stumbled on his words, clearly drunk.

Nicky smiled again as she brought the solo cup to her mouth, pretty much downing the beer she had just poured for herself.

“Same thing as you, I’m sure,” she picked the tap back up from him to refill her cup.

“Now if I was a concerned citizen, I might say you might be drinking too much, Nicky Maybank,” Topper said.

“Well, I’m glad you’re not a concerned citizen,” she said, throwing the tap down to the ground since she was done, letting the leftover beer that was in the spout spit out onto Topper’s boat shoes.

Topper took a step back throwing his hands up to avoid the spillage, causing Nicky to laugh under her breath a bit.

“Yea, real nice,” Topper joined her in a laugh, which was unexpected. He was a kook and she was a pogue and this was the annual beginning of summer bonfire, while both crews were invited, they were likely not to intervene, let alone get along.

“Why are you talkin’ to me, Top,” the girl used the nickname pretty much everyone around the island referred to him as.

“It’s our last bonfire, we graduated, figured being pleasant wouldn’t cause any harm, but I guess I was wrong,” he shook his head.

“You realize you’ve punched my brother at least 5 times, right?” she squinted her eyes at him waiting for a response.

“Nick!!!” JJ’s voice called out amongst the crowd.

“Speak of the devil,” Topper laughed sarcastically as JJ approached.

“Nick,” he called out again to the girl, at a lower tone since he was now right behind her. His hand came out and lightly grabbed her left arm to get her attention. But before he could explain what he needed her for, he realized who she was talking to and looked Topper up and down with a frown.

“Have a good night, Nicky Maybank,” Topper nodded and raised his cup up in a cheers before retreating away, still not taking his eyes off both of the Maybanks for another few seconds.

“You good?” JJ questioned his older sister. Nicky didn’t break eye contact with Topper as she nodded her head and chugged the rest of her cup, throwing it into the bin that was in tossing reach.

“Okay good, cause I made a bet that you could out time Peeler in a kegstand,” he said waiting her reaction.

Nicky’s head turned now, after hearing her little brother’s words. “So you need me for the cash or the kegstand?”

“Kegstand first, then maybe cash,” he smiled awkwardly.

“What time I gotta beat?” Nicky asked with no way of telling if she was annoyed or not.

“15 seconds,” JJ answered.

Nicky practically choked on her laugh. “Tell Peeler it’s on.”

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Nicky’s eyes fluttered open, and from the minute they did the pain began to radiate throughout her head and her aching body. She looked around and realized she had crashed on the couch at her house. “JJ!” she called out. Almost instantly he was in front of her with his hand extended with two white pills with blue writing on them, advil.

“Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you?” she grabbed the pills and the beer that was next to her to wash them down.

“Considering you used the little graduation money you got to pay for us to eat this week, I think handing you an Advil is the least I can do,” he walked to the fridge and pulled out milk and grabbed a box of cereal from on top of the fridge.

“You want some?” he offered up the breakfast.

“Yea, lucky charms,” Nicky rubbed her eyes trying to fully wake herself up.

“Not me lucky charms,” JJ raised his voice multiple octaves to mimic the lucky charms commercial as he clutched the box to his chest before pouring his older sister a bowl.

“What happened last night?” Nicky begrudgingly moved over to the kitchen.

“You mean before or after you knocked Yvonne out,” JJ smiled as he inhaled his cereal.

“You’re kidding me,” Nicky froze looking up at her brother.

“Okay, knocked out is an exaggeration but you definitely got a solid shot to the face,” he chuckled.

“Why?” she asked, closing her eyes trying to remember.

JJ’s face dropped and he moved to put his bowl in the sink, letting it clatter.

“She said something about dad, didn’t she?” Nicky said knowing it was the only reason she’d lose her cool.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re done you’re out of here, you can kiss Kildare county goodbye, you’re goin’ to Julliard or Brevard.” JJ boasted.

“You know I deferred a semester,” she said, not wanting to talk about her college plans.

“Not sure why,” JJ grabbed his backpack as the girl dumped her half eaten bowl into the sink.

“Speaking of dad,” she quickly changed the subject, “still no sign of him?”

“Don’t jinx it,” JJ retorted.

“While I agree, I also would like for him to pay shit,” Nicky said, annoyed.

“Like what?” JJ frowned.

“Every month this person called our landlord comes to collect rent, and if we pay they lets us live here,” she grinned.

“You just paid that,” JJ shook his head.

“Yea, last month,” she sighed. “It’s fine I have a shift today at The Wreck and then at Heywards later this week so I can ask Anna and Heyward for an advance. They know I’m good for it,” Nicky thought through her plan.

JJ looked stressed, like he wanted to help but wasn’t sure how. He knew things were rough for his sister. She took on the role of caretaker for him since they were kids. Their mother had left when they were both young, leaving their alcoholic, drug addict father in charge of them both, and as they got older the less involved he was. Which, in all honesty, despite Nicky’s comments and complaints, she much rather have had it this way because when Luke Maybank was around, things tended to get out of control.

“So What are you up to today?” she quickly asked, changing the subject.

“It’s the first day of summer baby!!!! What do you think we’re doing?” JJ yelled out. “Smoking beers and drinking weed!!!”

“I’ll be sure to stop by the chateau tonight,” Nicky said knowing that the group had a first day of summer tradition.

“I’m out of here but I’ll see if there’s anything around town I could do to pick up some extra cash,” he said as he departed from the house.

With that, Nicky got ready for her shift at The Wreck. Kie’s parents had been kind enough to give her a shot without any experience. Nicky wasn’t stupid she knew that The Carreras looked at her as a pity case, someone to feel sorry for, but she also knew that Richard Carrera had grown up on the Pogue side of town, and Anna still had fallen in love with him. She was pretty positive that she owed her for the chance that was given to her two years ago.

Luckily, the restaurant wasn’t too packed, she had the afternoon shift where most people were out running errands, still hungover from the night before, or out on the water. But just as Nicky was thankful, a group of Kooks walked in.

Kelce, Rafe, and Topper strutted into The Wreck not even letting the hostess seat them, just picking the patio seat like it belonged to them.

“Play nice,” Anna’s voice said with a hint of a smile behind it.

“I always do,” Nicky matched her voice.

“They’re your last table for the day anyway,” she closed the register and handed her a few menus to give to the guys.

“Can I talk to you after my shift is over?” Nicky asked. The nerves caused her to feel clammy and anxious. She hated asking for money, she knew her family name was already enough to cause doubt and judgment around this town, and she didn’t need to add to it, but she was a 17 year old supporting her and her brother, and while not everyone grasped that concept, she knew Anna did.

Anna nodded as her lips curled up to ease some of the tension she knew the girl felt.

“When you finish up at their table just come find me.”

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Kelce and Rafe were in rare condition, although to Nicky this was normal, but Topper could tell they were acting out more than usual. Dropping their napkins on the ground, tossing food around, spilling things, just making a mess and being difficult.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” Nicky asked as she re-approached the table.

“I don’t see you on the menu,” Rafe’s hand moved outwards to graze the girl’s exposed leg.

Like a force of habit, she stepped back and swatted his hand away.

“Now that’s no way to treat a paying customer,” Rafe said, now a little angry.

“Take your money and shove it, Rafe. And while you’re at it, go fuck yourself,” Nicky spat at the man before slapping their check on the table and retreating back to the bar.

“No need to act crazy, Nicky!” Kelce called out but the girl ignored it.

Topper said nothing just watched the two make more of a mess before they left. Noticing when they all got up they barely covered the bill for their food and left no tip for the girl.

Nicky walked back up to the table with a sigh. She began stacking the dishes, the gross remnants of food sticking to her hands as she attempted a first pass of cleaning. She threw the dishes into the tub that the busboys usually held but today, since they were short staffed the job became hers.

Nicky moved down to the ground to pick up the napkins and anything else they decided to discard on the ground. Her frustration was rising, this was demeaning to her and she was angry.

“Hey, forgot to leave this for you,” Topper’s voice cut off Nicky’s thoughts.

She moved to stand up forgetting the table was right above her and it collided with her head. Even though she was wearing a baseball hat, there might have well been nothing in between her head and the table with how hard she hit it.

“Fuck,” she murmured as she maneuvered her way out.

“You alright?” Topper leaned down trying to get eye level with her but she waved him off.

“What do you want? Haven’t you reached your quota for being an asshole today? Or since it's the end of the month you gotta make up for the slow days?”

“I just realized we forgot to leave this,” he went to place the $100 bill on the table but stopped when he saw there was really no place to put it since the table was disgusting.

“No go for it, leave it there, it can be your parting trick to me, that oughta to earn you some clout, let’s see if Nicky will take the $100 bill that’s covered in already eaten food and gunk,” she rolled her eyes and threw the remaining cups into the tub.

“Just keep your pity money, you didn’t have the balls to say shit when tweedle dee and tweedle dum were here, so don’t think you gotta clear your conscience now,” Nicky grabbed the grip of the tub at both ends and turned to face Topper. She stood there waiting for him to step aside, because she wasn’t going to add more work for herself.

He nodded and moved so she could pass, but as she retreated to the back, Topper created a little contraption that held the money out of reach from the dirty table. Using straws from the table behind him, he created a little stick figure man, cutting a slit in the straw hand to hold the $100 bill and then in the other arm as well to hold a sign that read “sorry.” He placed the contraption on the napkin holder in the middle of the table and left, knowing it wasn’t worth arguing with the girl more, she was right, he and his friends had done enough.

Nicky walked back to the table to finish up when she saw the masterpiece Topper had left. As much as she wanted to be angry, she appreciated his effort. She pocketed both the $100 bill and the straw figure before cleaning up the rest of the table.

After she dumped the dirty rags and dishes into the kitchen, she washed her hands off not just of the stickiness but of the day. She had to go into her talk with Anna with a clear mind, not upset or frustrated. She took her apron off, hanging it where the dirty laundry went to get done and threw her sweatshirt over her work tee. She took a couple moments, staring into the warped mirror that stood a whopping 4’11 in the small locker room meant for the staff. She didn’t fit into the mirror, about 6 inches were cut off leaving the bottoms of her legs cut off as she stared into her own eyes. Taking one more deep breath she turned her brain off and just walked up to the manager’s office, giving the large wooden door a sturdy knock to announce her presence.

“Come in,” her voice was sing-songy. “Hey Nicky,” Anna smiled, “Sit please.”

Nicky sat in the barreled chair across the desk from Anna, who could tell the girl was nervous.

“So what’s up?” Anna lead the conversation in a nonchalant tone, hoping to get the girl into a bit of comfortness.

“You know how much I appreciate you giving me this opportunity, it’s honestly been such a huge help, and I– well, I hate that I even have to ask this but could I get an advance on my next paycheck? Rent’s due and I used my graduation money on dinner for me and JJ this week and–”

Anna reached over and grabbed the girl’s hand and squeezed. “You don’t need to explain yourself,” she gave one more squeeze and leaned back, opening the locked drawer with the pre-cut checkbook in it.

“I know a lot of people in this town don’t know what your situation is at home, and I know you don’t want to tell them, it’s noble of you, but you work here 5 days out of the week, even though you don’t say much, I know Luke hasn’t been home in 2 months,” Anna replied looking up at the girl.

Nicky said nothing. “You very much earned this already, you’re here early most days, you bus tables when we’re short staffed, and you even run errands for Richard when we’re low on stock,” Anna said as she filled out the check.

“That’s just because I work at Heywards, I have a connec–”

Anna cut the girl off again. “It’s because you’re a good person.” The check was being handed over. “Consider it a graduation bonus. You’ll still get your paycheck next week,” Anna leaned back.

“I can’t accept this, Mrs. Carrero.” Nicky handed back the check.

“You can. And you will. It’s not just for you. You’re taking care of your house and your brother, and as much as your brother ircks the living hell out of me,” she paused to chuckle, “you gotta take care of each other.”

Nicky laughed and nodded, putting the check in her bag tucked away with the $100 bill she had gotten as a tip.

“Thank you, seriously, you don’t know how much this means to me,” she said as she retreated out the door. “And for the record he ircks me too,” Nicky laughed.

“Take the lunch rush leftovers home, they won’t do any good here for the dinner rush.” Anna called out to the girl.

“Thank you times a million Mrs. C!” Nicky called back to her and grabbed the already packaged up food.

She made her way to the beat up truck that was older than her that she shared with her brother. After she threw her bag and leftovers into the passenger seat and made her way to the driver side to get in, she heard some commotion over by the dock. Her attention averted over to where the noise was and to her surprise she saw Topper there struggling with a crabbing cage.

Her brain went back and forth for a minute, wondering if she should go help him or let it be but she decided since he had gone out of his way to make up for earlier, she’d do the same.

“Your chicken string is too short!” Nicky called out from the bed of her truck, pulling out bungee cables and walking over to the boy.

“I never like using chicken string anyway, snags too much,” she said, grabbing the cage and putting the bungee cords on the corners of the cage.

“I ran out of the string,” Topper shook his head, while he grabbed the other bungee clip and attached it to the cage.

“What bait do you use?” Nicky tried to look into the cage to see what was in the wire trap.

“Chicken necks.” Topper held the bag up.

“Not so bad,” she smiled and tossed the cage into the water. “You use some rank ass flounder and you’ll only have to wait 5, maybe 10 minutes before your cage is filled.” She offered up the advice.

“Don’t really have any of that hangin’ around, you know,” he laughed.

“Could just use the entire table you and your kook friends left behind, smells the same.”

Topper stopped laughing and re-situated himself, he averted his eyes out to the ocean and fiddled with something to fill the awkwardness.

“Thanks by the way, your gesture didn’t go unnoticed, when did you become so crafty Mr. Thornton,” Nicky tried to break the awkwardness, and it worked.

Topper chuckled, “Long story,” he shook his head.

“Well luckily, you chose chicken necks to catch crabs so we’ll be here for at least 30 minutes,” she laughed and threw her legs over the dock.

Topper looked over and frowned at the girl getting comfortable and clearly expecting him to tell his story.

“My sister, she’s 12 and loves to make weird crap,” he shrugged.

“I thought it was a long story,” Nicky’s eyebrows raised.

“It’s not really what I like to lead with, you know,” he paused and lifted his hands, “ hey I do arts and crafts with my little sister,” he mocked himself.

“I still play the ground is lava with JJ so I see no issue,” Nicky grinned as Topper’s face went into a huge smile, knowing he now had a bit of dirt on the boy he quite often had issues with. Nicky could read his intention and directed daggers from her eyes at him. “And don’t you dare use that against him or I’ll use you for crab bait,” she pointed at him.

“Aright alright, we each have a secret to keep to the grave,” Topper raised his hands in innocence.

“So why are you out here on a Thursday night, the first night of summer vacation, crabbing?” she leaned her back against the wooden column that held up the short boardwalk they were on.

“You ask a lot of questions, you know that?” Topper looked over at her but Nicky didn’t respond, just waited for him to answer.

“It’s seafood night.”

“Why not just go to Heyward’s?” Nicky responded without missing a beat.

Topper motioned his hands to the ocean in front of him, as if it was obvious.

“Yea, Heyward gets his seafood from the same place, I know, I’m out on the boats with him,” she shook her head.

“You know,” he paused for a minute, “fresh is best,” he looked over at the blonde. “And this is how I get fresh.” Topper paused wondering if he was going to get into the full story with someone he barely knew, and he decided against it, biting his tongue.

“I’ll pull the story out of you one day,” she smiled and began to readjust herself. Sitting on her legs as she moved to pull the cage out of the water. There were about 8 crabs inside, 3 of them were clearly too small but the others were decent sized.

“Thanks for saving seafood night,” Topper smiled as he threw the crabs into the cooler he had.

“Anytime,” Nicky awkwardly stood up, she could tell their little moment together was over so she began to walk back to her car.

“Your bungees!” Topper called out to her, waving them in the air.

“I got plenty, don't worry about it, keep it for future seafood nights!” she called back to him. Just as she was about to get back in her truck she froze, the thought came to her and she tried to push it away but no such luck. Before her brain could even comprehend what she was thinking, her feet were walking back toward him on the dock.

“I can show you a way better place to go crabbing, bigger shells, longer legs,” she was now mentally scolding herself. This was Topper Thornton, her brother's biggest rival, king kook, and she was inviting him to her private fishing spot.

“Yea, I’d actually love that,” Topper agreed without hesitancy, “when did you have in mind?” he now felt awkward.

Nicky thought for a minute. Her schedule running through her head along with the final thought that she could still back out, make up an excuse right now, or give a day weeks from now and just let it come and go.

But then the words escaped from her mouth.

“Tomorrow.”

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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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ghostselena · 2 years

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Two for One

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: When two kooks convince themselves that they can get you to fold, they're surprised by the idea you propose.

Warnings: I...yeah.. - Male to female intercourse, creampies, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of body fluids, fingering, public sex, they're making them FIT, 18+ [2.6k words oops]

a/n: I'm not sure if anyone has done something like this, let me know just in case. Also thank you for 400+ followers, insanity! The way writing has been my stress reliever for the last two months and this is the sweetest treat that came along with it, so thank you again! Hella more to come ;)

The simple, yet provoking outfit you wore to the bonfire had the boys on high alert. Eyes following your every move and each conversation that you had with your friends.

Rafe never saw you as someone who he would date, and neither did Topper. Though you were a kook yourself and even graduated the same year as the Cameron boy, the thought of being with someone who hung out with pogues was not on their agenda.

They've seen you around the country club, hanging with your girlfriends, even Sarah. But it wasn't until today when they saw you, awakening this yearning need to have you to themselves.

"Has she always been this pretty?" Top drank from his red cup, the liquor no longer interested him. His eyes watched you like a hawk as you sat by yourself on one of the logs, in front of the fire.

His friend only shrugged, scratching his chin before turning to him, "Most definitely," he answered, throwing away his beer bottle to the side, landing it in the trash before building the courage to talk to you, "I'm trying something."

Top stared at him in confusion, watching his friend turn around to face him as he walked, "I got this shit,"

"What shit?" he asked, not understanding where the sudden bravery came from.

He was Rafe Cameron after all, whatever he wants, he gets.

"You'll see."

His feet carried him towards you, fixing his shirt before sitting down next to you, leaving a small space in between you to not overwhelm you with his presence.

He had to be smart, he hadn't been the best person to her friends. There's a small chance she could turn him down with no remorse.

You twirled your drink in your hands, finding joy in the fullness of it since you rarely drank. Jj had given it to you, telling you to let loose and have fun.

And fun you had, but not enough since you were now sat down by the water, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against one another.

In the calmness of your night, you were on high alert to your surroundings. Most people had already left the bonfire, figuring they could do something more exciting than just drinking and dancing in the sand. You were ready to leave, but found excitement in noticing the two boys keep tabs on you throughout the night.

There was a big chance of seeing Rafe today, and you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't wear this dress to catch his attention.

As much as you wanted to hate the boy, you couldn't. The only reason you even hung around his house was to see him, even if it was just a glimpse. You'd see Sarah every day when you met up with the pogues, but knowing her brother liked hanging inside his room, the chance of sparking up a conversation seemed less strange.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him sit next to you, his strong cologne had hit your senses right away. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms.

"Took you long enough," you hummed, taking a few sips from your drinks to relax your nervous self. You'd caught him mid-breath, ready to speak but you beat him to it.

"What?" He questioned, quickly looking at his friend with a puzzled look, only receiving a shrug in response, only hearing part of your conversation

You turned to face him, putting the drink down in the sand to place your hands against your thighs, using your fingers as a distraction, "I've noticed you checking me out all night, any reason for that?"

He was at a loss for words, like a deer caught in headlights. Swallowing down his stammered voice and clearing his throat, a smirk appeared on his lips, "Can't a man admire your beauty, from afar?"

You smiled, ignoring the rosy cheeks that dared to give your flushed state away," Seemed like you wanted to devour me, with your eyes."

He gulped, licking his lips nervously once more, looking over to his friend who turned away and pretended to like the decor of the table's sheets, nodding to himself

You had caught Topper looking afterward, your hand waving over at him, "I loved the color of the mantel as well!"

They were embarrassed, to say the least, not expecting the turns of events that now faced them.

Deciding to drop the facade, he walked over to the two of you—deciding to sit on the opposite of Rafe, the two of them now seated on each side,

You wasted no time grabbing both of their hands, intertwining them together, "I feel the energy here, and, I know just how to fix that,"

They looked at you confused, letting you guide them away from the small group of people that were sitting away from your view, giving you the perfect escape from being seen.

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"This is insane," Rafe spoke, looking around and eyeing the secluded area that was hidden away from the bonfire, the only light source coming from the stars and the moon that now glowed against your skin.

Had you planned your night to go like this? No. But you craved the two boys that now stood in front of you, understanding the plan you'd explained to them on your little walk.

"It's killing two birds with one stone," You crossed your arms, hoping they'd give in to your idea.

"Out here, on the beach?" Top rubbed his temple, wondering if getting caught was worth it.

All this talk with Rafe was a conversation he followed along with, but now that he had you at his mercy, he couldn't wrap his head around it.

Sighing you drop your hands, raising them in surrender, "Nevermind." you turned around, clearly not on the same page with the boys.

The moment you turned, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest, your lips met against Rafe's—his long fingers holding onto your hair, keeping you in place.

The suddenness knocked all the air out of your lungs, your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours, "Now, where the hell do you think you're going?"

Two new pair of hands slid down your waist, Topper's chest pressed itself against your back, his lips pressed against your ear, "Thought you wanted us all to yourself,"

With Top's hands cupping your chest and Rafe's lips pressing themselves against your neck, you were over the moon as his tongue slid all the way back up to your lips, capturing them into an intoxicating kiss once more.

There was no going back as soon as you gave in, your body melted back against Topper, your hands were pressed against Rafe's chest.

"My Truck?" Rafe whispered against your lips, his face flushed while he stared down at you, his tall frame towering over you.

"Will we fit?" you asked, your hands tangled against his as you stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek while you wait

"Oh, everything will fit, alright," He smirked down at you, his eyes looking over at Topper before nodding as if they had this planned out beforehand.

You were laying on the back of the truck, out in the open for anyone to see the three of you.

Rafe had parked the car somewhere a little more secluded, eliminating the possibility of getting caught but it was still rather thrilling.

Your dress had risen up to your sides as you laid down, your underwear was nowhere to be seen, giving the two horny pairs of eyes the perfect view of your wet slit.

"You're fucking perfect," Rafe's lips were soon pressed against your needy clit, his tongue gliding slowly while collecting your juices. Your hands gripped onto his hair, letting out a whimper as he slid in a finger, hungrily eating your cunt as if it were his last meal on earth.

Top had slid down his jeans, the tip of his cock pressed itself against your lips—which you gladly wrapped around his head, keeping your eyes on his as you hollowed your cheeks, welcoming him into the back of your throat.

His hands gripped your hair tightly, positioning his hips to thrust himself deeply into your mouth, loving the way you slobbered all over his cock and down to your chin.

With Rafe adding a third finger into you, your legs wrapped themselves around his head to keep him there—hips pushing forwards to bring you to your first orgasm of the night

He fucked you with his tongue, knuckles deep into your cunt as you felt the familiar fire forming, letting go as you squirt all over his lips and face, fingers not stopping their unforgiving and rough tempo against you.

You pulled away from Top to throw your head back, mouth parted as your legs shook from the pleasure, "Oh, fuck fuck,"

"There she is," he grunted, enjoying how your body responded to his touch. He kept his eyes on yours, pulling his fingers away to wrap them around his lips, savoring the sweet juices that dared to become his favorite thing

"M' gonna ruin you," his hands were now pressed to each side of your face, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, grabbing one of your hands to press them against the tent that wanted nothing more than being buried inside of you

Topper had his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes on the two of you, "She's being such a good girl for us, ain't she?"

Rafe looked down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with a smile, "She really is, aren't you sweetheart?"

You bit your lip are you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to please them both.

"Mm, let me try something," you placed your hand against Rafe's chest, pushing him back against the truck— which was rather comfortable since he had a thin bed mattress that he could unfold.

As soon as his back had hit the bed, you crawled on top of him—using your hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his veiny and girthy cock spring out free.

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting him to carry such a package which made him chuckle at your reaction, "It'll fit, trust me,"

Your mouth watered, but you wanted nothing more than to fill the ache that craved to be stuffed down your legs.

With your hand wrapping itself around his shaft, he hissed softly, watching the way you parted your lips and took him down your throat, gagging not even halfway.

He held back from buckling his hips, letting you take control as his eyes rolled back, fingers gripping your hair before you pulled away, wiping away the saliva that had slid down your neck with a grin, pumping his cock with your hand, "I need you,"

You held onto his shoulders as you sank down his monstrous cock, letting out a gasp while you shakily whimpered. He was more than you could handle, feeling the way your warm cavern swallowed him in slowly, till you reached the bottom. Your hands pressed themselves against his chest while you rolled your hips down against him slowly, getting used to his size.

His hands slid down to your ass, smacking your ass cheeks harshly before gripping them in his hands, helping you glide up and down at a desperate pace, your moans were held back by your teeth biting down against your bottom lip.

He noticed this and pounded up against you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from moving, "Fucking let me hear you, slut,"

Your breath hitched at his words, crying out as you held on to him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his shaft.

Topper had slid behind the two of you, spitting down against his hand to push your body forwards as Rafe's hips came to a halt, "Think you can fit me in there?"

You turned your head to face him, leaning forward to give him space as he pressed the head of his cock against your stuffed entrance, slowly slipping into your tight and sweet cunt, "Holy shit," you let out, feeling overly full with the two of them thrusting themselves into you.

It felt deliciously good as you moved your hips back against them slowly, savoring every moment as they moaned, Rafe's hand sliding up to cup your breast in his hands, pulling down your dress from the top to wrap his lips against one of your nipples, squeezing the other one softly.

Top's hands gripped your sides, digging his fingers into them and jerking his hips into you, grunting as he pushed one last powerful thrust before spilling himself inside of you, his teeth bit down against your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

The warmness of his seed made you slide off from Rafe's, using your hand to wrap it around topper's cock and slide him into you, milking every last drop of his seed.

"Such a needy whore," he choked out, holding onto you as his hips jerked one last time into you, letting out a breathy moan before sitting back against the mat.

You let go of him, looking down at the other boy who watched you in awe, "You're fucking perfect,"

Grabbing the base of his shaft you slid down his leaking tip, moaning softly against his ear, "Yeah?"

He couldn't take the way you slowly slammed down against him, wanting nothing more than to split you in half.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, spreading his legs slightly before lifting his hips, rolling his hips into you at a reckless pace, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as he pounded roughly into your throbbing pussy.

"You're gonna feel me for days," he grunts, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair before gripping it in your hands, your moans encouraging him to flip you over, pressing your face down against the mat.

"You're ours now, nothing but a pussy for us to fuck," he whispered against your ear, balls swinging against you while you pushed back against his thrusts, spreading your legs wider to let him hungrily devour you whole.

"M' so close," you whimpered, scared of letting out the moans you've been holding back, knowing they'll catch the attention of the drivers passing by.

You were sweating, moving your hips back to match his pace, feeling him deep as your face grows hot, "Cmon pretty girl, give daddy what he needs," his words were encouraging, struggling to speak as he chased his climax.

Your walls gripped themselves around his cock, back arching as you saw stars— breath hitching as you came all over him, crying out his name, "Holy fuck, Rafe!"

He whispered sweet nothings against your ears as his hips stuttered, spilling himself inside of you till every last drop, using his hands to move your hips back against him slowly with a satisfied sigh, "And ours she is," he turned to face Topper, who had a smirk planted on his face

Your legs gave out under him, letting him have his way with you as you tried catching your breath, "Tsk tsk, you don't think we're done with you, right?"

He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back—pressing a rough kiss against your hips, the feeling of Topper's fingers pressing themselves against your entrance made you close your legs, to which he held open, shaking his head.

"You're not?" you asked, swallowing deeply as you felt your throat drying up, not believing the words coming out of him

"You've made the mistake of letting us in, and now I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to kick us out, pretty girl."

His words made your cunt clench around nothing, already missing their new owners, and god were you excited.

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Dangerous Love - Part Twenty-Two (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)

Summary: Avery Routledge is John B's cousin, and she has just moved to the OBX - just in time for a treasure hunt. But with John B keeping secrets in order to protect her, he pushes her into the arms of the Kook King. She becomes tangled with none other than Rafe Cameron, but will she realise how damaged he is before it is too late, or will he ruin her before she can get away?

Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, non-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping

Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC

I do put trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter, but please read them again as there will be some triggering content in this chapter.

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I woke up and the side of my head was throbbing, as if I had walked into something hard forcefully. I rolled over, reaching for my phone before opening my eyes and realising that I didn't recognise where I was.

It was a bedroom, larger than my own at The Chateau, with cream walls and a matching carpet. All of the furniture was dark wood, including a wardrobe, chest of drawers, bedside tables, writing desk and chair. On the desk was a stack of books, including some of my personal favourites. There were no windows.

I sat up quickly, ignoring the pounding in the side of my head as I did so. Where was I?

And then it came rushing back. The airstrip, Peterkin's death, Rafe and Ward threatening to shoot John B, but thankfully he had gotten away. I hope that he was with JJ, Pope and Kiara.

But none of these thoughts answered my question.

But then my answer walked through the door.

I heard a sliding lock and then a key in a second lock before the door creaked open, and in walked Rafe. He closed the door behind him, then locked it, placing a silver key in his pocket.

"Rafe," I whispered. I shimmied back on the bed, pressing myself against the headboard, tucking my legs up to my body. He watched my movements, looking down at me through his long golden eyelashes.

"Don't be afraid, Avery. You're safe here."

"And where is here?"

He walked over to me and sat at the end of the bed, placing his hand on the bed. His signet ring glinted off the warm light hanging from the ceiling. "You're at my house. This is one of the bedrooms in the basement of the mansion."

I paled, suddenly feeling sick. "And why am I here?"

He shifted along towards me, an odd smile on his handsome face. "Because you love me. You admitted it and I knew you weren't lying. I don't care if you only said it in the moment to save your cousin's life. I knew that you weren't lying. I know you too well, sweetheart."

"It's not true," I whispered, my voice hoarse. The pounding in my head wasn't going away. No surprise there. Ward was a strong man and his anger against me letting John B get away was immense.

"See, the thing is, Avery, I know that it is. I might have acted a little hastily yesterday, but I know that you'll forgive me."

“And how do you know that, Rafe? After everything that you’ve done?”

He chucked a low laugh, one that used to bring a smile to my face. “You said so yourself. You said you could forgive me for it all if I let your cousin go, and I did. I knew that you were saying whatever you could to get me to spare him, but I also knew that you meant it. I know you too we’ll. You’re too open with your emotions, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. And you told me everything with how you were looking at me back on the air strip. I knew you were scared, but I could still see your love for me in there.”

He had read me like an open book. It was like every thought in my head was on show to him, no matter how much I wanted to try to hide it from him. I shook my head at him.

“No,” I sobbed. “Rafe, please let me go.”

He moved even closer to me, closing the distance between us on the mattress.

“And now I just how much you love me, it only makes me want to protect you more. My father is angry at you and me for letting John B go, but he can see how having you here will work to our advantage.”

I scoffed at him. “I’m your insurance again?”

A small nod. “That’s how my dad sees you. You know that I think of you as so much more than that.”

“And what happens when John B goes to the cops and tells them everything? That you murdered Sheriff Peterkin? I will be useless to you and your dad.”

I waited for him to lash out at me. To hit me again. But he only reached over and wrapped one slim-fingered hand around my ankle, tugging my leg away from its curled up position against my body.

“I think you hit your head a little too hard, sweetheart. I didn’t kill Peterkin. John B did.”

I stared at him, open mouthed and gaping. And then I slapped his hand away harshly and bolted from the bed.

“How dare you,” I breathed. “How dare you try to pin this on him. He is innocent. You are a murderer.” He stood up also, hands clenched at his sides and I remembered the words he had said before I had passed out. No, Dad. I have a plan, okay? We will be fine. “It was your idea, wasn’t it? You’re the reason that that your father will blame John B.”

He shrugged, taking slow steps towards me. “My father is a smart man. He would have come up with the idea eventually, without my help.”

“You said you would spare his life.”

“And I did-“

“No you didn’t!” I screamed, rushing at him and slamming my fists against his solid chest. “They will arrest him and he will be locked up for the rest of his life! Peterkin was the sheriff! The cops will give him the death penalty if they get the chance!”

Rafe let me continue hitting him for a moment longer before one hand came up and wrapped itself around my wrists and the other placed itself on my chest, just below my throat. “I didn’t kill him. I did as you asked. My hands are entirely clean.”

“You are a murderer and a monster! How could I have ever thought that I loved you?”

He snapped. I’d been expecting it but it somehow still took me by surprise. He spun us around and shoved me away from him, my body flying into the bed. He slid himself over me, holding me down.

“Let’s get this straight, sweetheart. My father wanted to dispose of you - similarly to what your own mother wanted to do. Ironic, right? The only reason that you are here and safe is because I wish it. So do not piss me off. Let’s stop with the name-calling, shall we?”

I spat up at him, watching as it landed on his cheek and ran down his skin. He wiped it away, the anger replaced with a terrifyingly blank expression.

“I told you that in confidence, Rafe. How dare you.”

“And I haven’t told anyone else. But you need to know what will happen to you if you don’t have my protection. Everything I am doing is for you. You owe me.”

It was all I could do to bite my tongue, not scream up at him, claw at his face. I would only lose. He was stronger than me, had all of the power over me.

“I don’t owe you shit,” I hissed.

“I think that you do. I think I spared your cousin’s life. I’ve kept your secrets. I’ve done everything for you. So now it’s time for my reward.”

“What-“

He cut me off by gripping both sides of my flannel shirt and ripping it open. The buttons went flying as it flew apart, and my chest, only covered in a lacy blue bra, was bared to him.

“No, no, Rafe, no-“

“We were interrupted yesterday and I’ve been hard just thinking about how I could have taken you on that deck, in front of anyone who might have walked past.” He leaned down, his nose brushing mine. “You should at least appreciate the privacy that I am allowing you-"

So caught up in what Rafe was trying to do, I hadn't heard someone unlock the door and enter the room. But they subtly coughed from behind us - Rafe froze above me, and then turned to look over his shoulder. As he did so, I was allowed a view of who it was. Ward.

He stared at us with those piercing blue eyes with alarm.

"Rafe, what do you think you're doing?" he asked, surprisingly calmly, but I couldn't miss the cold fire in his stare aimed at his son. "Get off of her."

"Get out!" Rafe yelled, involuntarily squeezing the hand around my neck.

"I won't ask you twice, son."

They continued to stare at each other, before Rafe took a deep break and slid off of me. I quickly gathered the remains of my shirt and wrapped them around myself, covering my chest and bra from Ward. Thankfully, he still wasn't looking at me, he only had a hard glare for his son. I sat up, sliding back to the headboard, trying to move away from both of the Cameron men.

"What are you doing here?" Rafe spat. His cheeks were flushed and his hair dishevelled.

"I thought that you would care to know that Sheriff Peterkin is dead."

It was a blow straight through my chest. I'd known - I realised that now - no one bled as much as she did and survived, but I had try tried to hold a little hope. Hope for John B. Hope for myself. I finally noticed the dried blood on his hands. Sheriff Peterkin's blood.

Neither of them were smiling, but I could feel their relief thrumming through the room. If Sheriff Peterkin was dead, there would be no one to contradict their lies. Only my cousin. But who would believe him over Ward Cameron, king of the Kooks?

As if to hone the nail in the coffin, Ward added, "And there is a warrant out for John Booker Routledge. The police department has called in the FBI to assist in their search for him. By nightfall, he will be behind bars for the crime that he commited."

At this I sneered at him. "Who are you kidding, Ward? All three of us were on that airstrip. Don't lie for my benefit. I know what a monster you are. What you and your son did. Rafe killed the Sheriff, and you can lock me up, but the truth will come out. Sarah was there. She saw everything."

The truth was that I didn't know if Sarah Cameron could be trusted. I knew that she cared about John B, but did she care for him enough to turn against her family? I didn't know.

"My daughter will stand with her family, Avery."

I almost believed him, but I saw the way he swallowed heavily. He wasn't sure of Sarah's loyalty either.

"Now what am I going to do with you? I admit, keeping you here will keep your cousin away. For now. This little arrangement can only last for so long."

I couldn't help it - I looked at Rafe. He was glancing between myself and his father, panic taking over his handsome features.

"Dad, what are you talking about-"

"I'm not going to kill her, Rafe. But she can't stay here. Her friends will find a way to look for her."

"What are you suggesting?" Rafe asked, taking a step towards me. I curled further in on myself and watched as he noticed. Watched as he took in my movements.

Ward shook his head. "Nothing yet. But I will think of something. But for now -" he walked towards his son, pointing a finger at his chest - "you will not touch her, Rafe. We have enough problems at the moment without you assaulting her and god forbid, getting her pregnant."

It was like I didn't exist, for the amount of attention Ward was paying me. I couldn't even find it in myself to be grateful to him for his warning to Rafe. I hated him too much. He was dooming my cousin to a death sentence, and me to whatever fate he felt was most suitable.

They stared each other down, blue eyes locked on each other. Finally Rafe, nodded, barely a tilt of his chin. Ward looked him over, then looked at me. His eyes, thankfully, did not travel down to the remains of my shirt.

And then he left, leaving me alone with Rafe once again.

"He won't kill you, Avery."

"No, you're the only murderer here," I spat.

He clenched his fists at his sides, still standing as he was at the side of the bed. This was new. Rafe never tried to control his temper. I had witnessed that first hand on multiple occasions.

"I did what I had to do for my family-"

"And you doomed mine in the process!"

"I'm not going to argue with you, sweetheart. My father won't kill you, but we will figure out what we can do. You're not leaving me. Not again."

"I would never have left you if you hadn't tried to attack me."

"You slept with someone else."

"You attacked me before I ever told you that. Don't try to make excuses."

He had been looking down, taking deep breaths, but he finally looked at me. The flush was gone from his cheeks and his jaw was clenched tightly, but that wasn't what frightened me. No, it was the cold, dead look of his eyes.

"You love me still. And I love you. That will never change. You came to this island, with your fiery opinions and sweet smiles. You were so vulnerable. You needed me to take care of you," he breathed. "None of this would have happened if you had never come to the Outer Banks. All of this is one you."

He started walking towards the door as I sprung up from the bed.

"Are you fucking delusional, Rafe? Ward stole the gold! You shot the Sheriff! You and your father are holding me against my will! None of this is my fault, you psychopath."

He unlocked the door, the set of his shoulders tense. I lunged at him as he opened the door, but he was ready for me. He turned, his hands clasping my wrists before shoving me backwards. I fell to the floor, the remains of my flannel shirt loose and open as I breathed heavily, hatred coursing through me.

"Call me a psychopath or a monster if it makes you feel better. But you are also mine and you are not going anywhere. The rest of your life will be with me, so you better get used to it and stop fighting me. Or things could get very bad for you."

A choked laugh escaped my throat as I stared up at him. "What else could you possibly do to me?"

A cruel smile graced his full lips. "Let's hope you never have to find out.

And then he was gone, leaving me laughing to myself, feeling like I was starting to lose my mind. Rafe Cameron had taken so much from me. And now this. He was trying to blame me for this entire situation.

He was delusional. Crazy. Insane.

I couldn't let him make me that way too.

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𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 ❀

𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑐

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝚑𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꕤ

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑ೀ

𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 :( 𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 !

angel's eyebrows raised in surprise. "midsummers?" she asked, slightly shocked.

"yeah, have you heard of it?" her dad questioned, suspiciously.

"uh..no, well- maybe, i think rafe said something about it" she stumbled over her words, trying not to let her dad see into her lies.

her father's eyes narrowed and angel panicked, thinking he'd seen deep into her lies. "rafe huh?" he almost spat out his name, like it hurt to say. "well, his dad does have a great connection to the event. in fact, he was the one who invited us there" he continued with a horrible grin on his face.

both of his children were silent, both lost in their own thoughts. their father sighed, knowing he lost the battle of entertaining any of them. he waved his hands in the air, dismissing tommy. angel thought this was an invitation for her to leave as well, but as she scraped her chair on the wooden floor the dreaded man spoke up again.

"no angel, you stay"

angel wanted to scream. she knew there was a catch and she was about to be faced with it, right now.

"you, young lady, are going to be getting a job, at the country club" he pointed a stern finger at her.

"a job? are you serious?" she argued back.

"enough of your rudeness. me and your mother have decided that you need to be put to use-" he started.

"put to use?" her tone was aggressive "i'm not a damn, dog, or a housemaid, you can't just shape me into whatever you want" she was starting to get pissed off with the way this man treated her. the sound of her chair scraping across the floor so violently dully rung in her ears, she ignored it as she stormed out of the kitchen.

but before she reached the doorway, she turned back around to say one more thing. "you and i both know that mom would never want this" her words were true. she knew her mom had no say in this- even if she did, angel was sure her words wouldn't even make it into his brain.

with that, she stormed out of the kitchen. not before missing his final "you start tomorrow" which only made her groan and slam her head into her pillow once she reached the comfort of her room.

the blonde girl laid there for a bit, just thinking. it was probably a dangerous thing to be doing- and she recognised that, pulling out her phone from her pocket and opening the chats with sarah, trying to get everything off her mind.

to: sarah 👙

angel🪽

do u know where the country club is??

sarah 👙

yeh, why?

angel🪽

my dad got me a job there

apparently, and i start tomorrow 🙄

angel🪽

also, he said we are going to midsumers!!!

sarah 👙

WAITTTT, really?

angel🪽

yess!! idk what to wear though

sarah 👙

omggggg!! can u come over tmrw?

angel🪽

yesss probably like.. after my shift 🙄 why??

sarah 👙

perfect, I'm finding you a dress!!! see you <33

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angel smiled to herself, tossing her phone onto her pink bedding and rolling on her back. she decided to freshen up, throwing her legs off the bed and walking to the bathroom, twisting the hot tap on her shower a perfect amount. the heat soaked into her skin, the suds from the shampoo danced around in the air.

some time later, she was curled up in her bed, her strawberry body wash lingered in the air. the lights were dimmed and she had bid goodnight to the rest of her family- minus her dad, who she couldn't find anywhere. an abundance of thoughts crowded her mind, eventually sending her off to sleep.

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that next morning, she woke to banging on her door. she rolled her eyes, turning over, assuming it was just her brother trying to annoy her. but the hard knocking continued, and as she opened her eyes to listen better, she realised the sound was much more firm than her little brothers could ever be.

shit.

she scrambled out of bed, ignoring the blankets that dropped to the floor. the door handle swung open with the force she applied- and there stood her dad. she evened out her breathing, trying to stand confident up to the man.

they stood in a silent stare off for a second. "first day of work" he tried to smile, but it was a dull grimace- at that.

her eyes widened slightly, she'd completely forgot. better than being grounded, she supposed. she fought down a groan, deciding to put on a brave face.

"when do i start?" she asked.

he glanced down at his glimmering watch "30 minutes" he said, walking away from her room and back to the staircase.

she spun on her heels without a second thought, 30 minutes was definitely not enough time.

"your uniform is outside your door" she heard him call, making a mental note in the back of her head as she rushed to get ready.

some light makeup later, the folded uniform sat neatly in her hands. a golfing-type skirt and a polo shirt. how classy. seemed like polo shirts were the necessity for this island. speaking of polo shirts- her mind wandered off to rafe.

the option of texting sarah weighed in her mind, but in her eyes- angel didn't even know rafe. she decided against it, taking a lucky glance out the big window in hopes he would come roaring past on his bike. but the only roaring sound she heard was her dad's voice.

"angelica! hurry up!" he shouted up the wooden staircase, his shout echoing off the walls.

it seemed to snap her out of her little daydream, grabbing her phone and sprinting down the stairs, trying not to trip over her own feet. she glanced at her sock clad feet, then back to the shoe rack.

"what shoes should i wear?" she asked him.

but- the man just shrugged, the keys jingling in his hand as he exited out the front door, leaving her standing there. she scoffed when it was certain he was out of ears. the one time she tries to have a civil conversation.

there wasn't much selection, so she just grabbed the cleanest ones, tying the laces carelessly and jogging to catch up with her dad.

the car engine came to life the second she shut the door, she didn't even manage to get her seatbelt on before he sped out of the driveway. she then, realised how awkward it was. she'd barely been in the car with her dad alone- hell, she'd barely been in the car at all. he purchased it a few months ago, the check pretty hefty. it was his prized possession- to be honest, he treated it better than he treated his own kids.

but the harsh reality scared her, so she pulled out her phone to distract her self. she sent sarah a quick message, informing her that her shift started soon. sarah sent good luck back, telling her how she'd be great and to 'remember you r coming over later!'

suddenly, her dad took a quick turn, almost making angel drop her phone. she looked up from the screen, shocked by the view. he'd turned into a gated area, but she could still see past the large metal objects. the grass was so bright, almost blinding, golf buggies littered the area- she assumed it was a golf course.

she didn't listen to the words her dad exchanged with the security, but as the gates opened- a large building appeared in her eye line. some sort of restaurant, she suspected.

the hand break creaked, and angel was too busy staring at the sights that she didn't notice they had parked up.

"good luck"

it was enough to snap her out of her trance. she turned to look at him as if he'd been speaking in a different language. but as soon as his nice facade came, it dropped away.

"go on" he ushered "the entrance is there, and you are 5 minutes late, hurry"

her movements were frantic, the door handle slipped out of her hands a few times before she finally swung it open, slammed it shut and ran towards the door he had pointed at. she was definitely getting shit for that later.

the door was locked, so she knocked. nobody answered for a few minutes, but as she went to knock again, the lock twisted. it opened slowly, the horrible creak made her ears wince.

a man stood at the door. he was a short, old man - who was also, dressed in a polo shirt- and he greeted her with a friendly smile.

"can i help you?" he asked.

"uh... i'm here for a job?" she questioned, now faced with the reality that she really had no clue what she was doing. "my dad sent me" she added when the man's face fell into a confused look.

"oh, yes!" it lit up again. "angelica seaver?" he said, looking up like he was reading it from the top of his head.

"yes" she gave him a polite smile "um i, prefer angel though"

"very well, angel" he smiled "follow me, i'll get you set up"

so she did. he walked her through the entire process. it was only the morning when she arrived, and by the afternoon the place was flooded with people. she had a pretty good idea of what she was supposed to be doing: serve the customers and hand out refreshments to the people playing golf. simple enough.

the first task she was given was handing out the drinks to the golfers. the man, who she learned was called dennis, gave her an approximate location, handed her the drinks and keys to a golf cart, then sent her on the way.

she took a breath when she made it to the vehicle. information had been fed to her for hours, and it was starting to take a toll on her. maybe this task would be relaxing. begrudgingly, she twisted the keys in the ignition and set off in the direction she was given.

the task was easy, and although the wondering eyes from the men she served made her skin crawl, she got it done pretty quickly. now, she was just stalling. the sun burned across the island, reflecting off the sand. luckily, her visor gave her some shade, but she could feel the rays burning her arms. she cursed herself for not bringing sunscreen, making a mental note to apply aloe vera when she got home.

she swerved the cart around a corner, lost in her own thoughts. but that was a mistake, as she nearly hit the familiar boy who was lying on the ground. she looked at him closer, squinting to try and get a better look. he was rolling around, almost like he was in pain. she killed the ignition and hopped out, now feeling the burning sun all over her exposed skin.

"pope?" she called out confused.

she heard him groan, and as she got closer she noticed the blood dripping down his face. the girl gasped, kneeling down in the sand next to him. "a-are you okay?" her voice was weary.

"no" he said, crimson covering his white teeth.

"oh..can you stand up?" she didn't know what to say, the other day was no indication if the boy liked her or not, he didn't really say much.

with a grimace, he pulled his body weight up to a standing position. she copied his movements, her hand ghosting on his arm as he wobbled to the side.

"come, sit" she beckoned over to her golf cart. he eyed it reluctantly, but ultimately decided that it would be a better idea if he did, he could trust her.

she drove back to the country club building in silence, the occasional groan of pain from pope when they went over a speed bump and the same amount of apologies spilt from angel's mouth when she went round a corner too fast. she didn't want to ask how he got into the condition he was in, afraid of over stepping boundaries, so she just kept quiet.

the buggy was parked in the wrong spot, courtesy to her, she hoped dennis wouldn't come out and see that she screwed up on day one.

"i'm going to get you some ice, okay?" she told him, one leg already on the ground. "i won't be a second" there was barely any time for him to respond anyway, as she sprinted off to the door as soon as the last syllable left her mouth.

a few small bags of ice were in her grip as she rummaged around drawers for a first aid kit, cheering silently when she found one. she slipped out the door, praying that no one had seen her. but to her surprise, when the golf cart came into view, she noticed another familiar face.

rafe.

taking a deep breath, she prayed that she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of him. but, she failed to notice the way he was threateningly standing over pope.

the ice dropped on the seat next to him. alerting the, now group, of guys that stood around the cart.

"angel" the man said, leaning his arms on the top of the buggy as he pointed at her name badge.

"hi, rafe" she spoke, turning popes head towards her and digging in the medical kit she managed to retrieve.

"didn't know you worked here" he said, giving her a charming smile. she refused to look at him though, the nerves coursing through her veins.

"uh yeah.. i started today" the antiseptic she was poring on a paper towel dripped onto the seat, she cursed to herself.

"not sure doctor is part of the job description of a drinks server"

she mumbled under her breath, using the sterile paper town to clean the cut on the top of pope's head. he winced at the pain "sorry!' she squeaked, trying to work fast.

"what was that?" rafe asked, teasingly.

most of the blood was gone, so she handed pope the bag of ice. "keep that there, for a few minutes" she gave him a kind smile. he returned it, still not speaking.

rafe's chuckle echoed in the background as she checked pope over for any more injuries. "alright, i get it. give me the silent treatment after i saved your ass from being gr-" he started.

"rafe!" she cut him off, not wanting pope to hear the rest of his sentence. surely he'd tell all his friends that she was grounded for two weeks, and then they would assume that she probably committed a crime, and then they'd hate her.

rafe's smirk dropped. if she was looking him in the eyes, the way they darkened would of been visible in the sunlight.

"look, i'm trying to help pope because, i don't know if you can see, but he is bleeding! can you just.. give me some space..please?" she knew the regret of snapping at rafe would come later, but all she needed now was to make sure pope was okay - and to not be fired on her first shift.

he sucked on his teeth, his glance said it all as he turned back to his friends- the guy sarah named 'topper' and another boy she didn't recognise. not even a second glance was sent her way as he walked back onto the golf course.

a sigh left her mouth. cleaning up the medical kit that was still sprawled out over the leather seats. the situation felt so strange to her. the fact that she found pope in the middle of a path, bleeding out- what the fuck had even happened? the courage built up in her, along with the curiosity, so she decided to ask.

"wha-"

"angel!" a shout echoed across the landscape.

"shit!" she exclaimed. "er.. you can keep the ice and just go home, maybe?" the words came out in a spurt as she hid the medical kit in the back.

"sorry" she back tracked. "just- i don't know, good luck!" those words were also a frantic panic as she ran towards the origin of the shout.

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the sun barely peaked from behind the clouds when she finished her shift. her first proper shift. the rest of the day hadn't been very interesting, the club seemed to flood out, by mid-day it wasn't very busy- she just opted to stare at the landscape for a couple of hours. the bright rays no longer shone over the golf course, and the lights that lit the path to the parking lot seemed a bit dim. the bulbs must of not have been changed in years.

it wasn't cold- so to say, but the breeze was picking up slightly and angel regretted not bringing a thin jacket with her. she stood in the middle of the parking lot- it was practically empty apart from a few shiny looking jeeps and soft tops. she reached for the phone in the smart pocket of her skirt, hitting the button a few times before realising the familiar picture of the sunset in her home town didn't light up the screen.

a sigh left her mouth- her phone was dead. her eyes glanced around, spotting a little make-shift bench around a big planted tree. she resided there for a while, just watching the sun finally disappear behind the dark clouds. only then did she realise how dark it really was, and only then did she feel the first spit of water on her skin.

she assumed that her dad would pull through the gates in his flashy car to take her home. but after waiting a while, she began to dwell on the thought that none of that would happen. it only began to rain more. it wasn't heavy so to say, but if she stayed out here any longer she was sure to catch a chill. the girl looked up at the sky, she couldn't believe how fast the weather changed on the island. one second the sun was burning her skin, next minute the same sky was soaking right through her.

the blonde wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, finally deciding that her dad was not coming to collect her and she would just have to find her own way home. she picked herself up off the bench, stretching out her legs slightly. nobody was around anymore, she watched the last car go almost ten minutes ago. just one car remained, and she assumed it was the owner of the club- maybe she'd have to ask them for a ride.

the raindrops splashed against her skin, soaking her hair. she squinted as she tried to look around in the little light she had to see where a possible exit was. as she turned her head to the right, she noticed a figure. angel stood still, and so did the shadow. nobody should be around- even the one person she assumed was still left wouldn't of been stood in the direction she was facing.

without a second thought, she bolted. her feet hit the ground faster than the thoughts entered her head- she didn't look back with a glance. the shoes she picked that morning gave her a leverage, making her decent even faster. but there was one problem- she didn't know where she was going.

a corner came into her view, her body swerving to narrowly miss the side of the brick wall. like a swivel, her head turned to see if the figure was still visible. that was a mistake- as soon as she lost attention of her footing, she ran into something solid. her body recoiled back, but the object seemed to stay still.

her eyes drifted up. it was a man- in a polo shirt, a very familiar one at that. wait..

"rafe?" she exclaimed, looking him in the eyes- he seemed just as confused as he was.

"angel?" he asked, bewildered.

she stumbled over her words, blinking the water from her lashes. her movements were frantic as she looked from rafe, back to where she came from.

"what... was that you?" she questioned, her chest rising rapidly- as if she'd just run a marathon.

another puzzled look flashed over the boy's eyes, he seemed to take in the way angel was shaking, obviously soaked through from the cold. rafe shook his head, fiddling with the keys in his pocket. "you need a lift?" it was dark- and obviously way past the end of her shift so he assumed nobody had come to pick her up yet.

she didn't answer, continuing to stare into his eyes like he was speaking a different language.

"alright then" he tutted, turning sideways past her and walking in the direction of his car. she followed immediately.

"no!" her voice rang "or.. yes! i don't know!" concern grew in him- he'd never admit that though. she seemed genuinely confused. before he could even blink, angel shot into the passenger seat- apologising for damping the expensive leather.

"where too?" he asked, switching on the engine.

again- no answer. he turned to look at her. she was leaning against the window- trying to peek into the distance, almost like she was being followed. "what the fuck?" he voiced out loud. "are you being followed?"

with wide eyes, angel turned to look at him. "that wasn't you?" the panic evident in her voice. she had no time to think logically, but the chance of that figure being rafe was near to none- how would of he got in front of her that fast?

rafe just chuckled, backing out of the parking lot as he shook his head. "always sarah's friends" the words came out quietly, like he was afraid of her hearing- like he'd be giving any of sarah's friends a ride home.

thankfully, angel didn't pick up his sentence, the name of her friend only falling on her ears- reminding her of the plans they had. "can you take me to sarah's..." she asked, timidly. forgetting the fact it was his house too.

the boy didn't say a word, continuing to drive down the dark lanes with one hand on the steering wheel. angel felt the silence consume her- the weight of what she said to him earlier still lying on her shoulders.

"i'm sorry.." she admitted, focusing her eyes on the footwell.

he only chuckled, giving her a half smile which she failed to notice. "you're good"

although the cameron boy felt conditioned to hate all of his sisters friends, he couldn't quite help but think of angel differently. much to his dismay- he knew deep down he was beginning to take a liking to her. the thought weighed down his head- that couldn't go on for much longer.

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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.”

Denny says hi!

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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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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Drunken Confessions || Austin North

Austin’s girlfriend comes home from a night out and spills some secrets

Warnings: fluff, talking about having a family.

I am in the process of moving my writing from my main blog to this one. This is a repost of an old post with some edits.

Austin tried to keep a serious face when his girlfriend of seven years came stumbling into their shared apartment. It was an unusually cool October Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, and Ellie had just arrived home from “girls night” with Madelyn, Bailey, and Elaine. He couldn’t help but wonder if his friends were dealing with the same thing, or if it was just his girlfriend who could barely stand up.

“Well it looks like someone had fun tonight” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to help her stand up straight. “I’d say let’s go to bed right now, but I think I need to get some water in you.”

“Noooo. I wanna go to bed” her voice came out as more of a whine than anything. He held back a laugh as he sat her down on the couch, watching as she sank down into the plush cushions. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water and silently grabbing two advil before walking over to her.

“I’ll make you a deal, pretty girl, take these and drink all of the water and then we can go to bed, okay?” He told her, handing her both the cup and the medicine and watching as she downed them.

“Bed now?” She asked, looking up at him those same green eyes he’d fallen in love with, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. He smiled, nodding his head as he helped her up and walked her to the bedroom, helping her change her clothes and sitting her on her side of the bed.

“Stay right here. I’m gonna take your makeup off.” He told her before walking into the bathroom and grabbing her makeup wipes. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to take his drunk girlfriend's makeup off in the five years they’d lived together. Deep down, he knew that most men would be complaining about taking care of their drunk significant other, but to him it meant that she’d had fun with the girls, and after the last couple of months, she’d needed that.

He padded back across the hall to the bedroom and again tried not to laugh as he wiped her makeup off and she pulled a face at him. Finally, he moved the blankets and got her properly in bed before removing his own shirt and crawling in beside her, moving to wrap his arms around her. He couldn’t help but smile as she scooted closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby” she told him.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” he mumbled, face squished into his pillow. “Until the end of time baby.” A soft kiss was pressed against his jaw as she hummed in response.

“Austin, can I tell you a secret?” Her voice was low. He just hummed in response, starting to feel sleep take over him. “I want a baby.” If Austin was asleep in any form, he was awake now. He could feel the panic form in his stomach. They were barely twenty-five, were they even ready for that? A million thoughts rushed through his head as he processed the four words she’d just said.

“Hmm, we have a baby. He’s about 45 pounds right now, black, chews on shoes” he gestures vaguely towards the side of the room where their black lab mix, Cruz, was asleep in his bed with his head hanging out on the hardwood floor.

“No, I mean a human baby.” She told him, continuing to kiss his jaw. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything out of him tonight, it was an unspoken rule they had. ‘No sex if one of us is drunk’.

“That sounds complicated. They don’t sell those in stores, Ellie.” He mumbled.l “and besides, I brought it up two years ago when we had the scare and you said you wanted to be married before we had a baby.”

“I know what I said, but I know what I want, now.” She told him, again practically whining. “And that’s a baby, with you. A tiny human that’s half of me, half of you and don’t you dare try to pull that “kids don’t like me” bullshit. I’ve seen you with your nephew. Your eyes light up when you see him.”

“I think it’s time to go to sleep, Ellie.” He told her.

“I want a baby” she told him again, like he hadn’t heard her the first two times she’d said it.

“I know, Eleanor, I know. But let’s go to sleep now.” He was trying not to laugh. A pout sat on her lips as she looked at him.

“But I want a baby.” Her voice was soft, but still had a touch of a whine to it.

“Eleanor Renee, I will gladly give you a baby but you have to be coherent for that. So we can talk about it tomorrow, but please, go to sleep” He moved to place his lips on hers, pouting when she turned her head away from him.

“You promise?” Her green eyes looking up at him.

“I promise” he chuckled,

She pressed her lips against his quickly moved to turn her back to him, pressing herself as closely to him as she could. “Love you”

“I love you too.” and then, she was asleep.

#austin north #topper thornton #obx fic #obx fanfiction #austin north x reader #Austin north x oc #Austin north fluff #obx fluff #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fluff

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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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garbinge · 2 years

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When Summer Ends (2/?)

Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC Nicky Maybank

A/N: Your honor. I love them. That is all.

TW: All my fics are 18+. Cursing.

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Despite being up late at the Chateau with JJ and the crew, Nicky found herself up early this morning. She had showered, straightened up, and now was enjoying a cup of coffee and the peace and quiet. JJ was either gone or asleep in his room, and Nicky wasn’t going to risk creaking his bedroom door to check.

There was a sort of peace in the Maybank household in the early AM, the sun shining through the windows, the birds chirping, the sounds of the bay, there was a certain tranquility to it all. That’s why Nicky was sitting with the kitchen window open, on the counter, with her cup of coffee, her knees folded up towards her chest soaking in the calmness. It was short lived when she heard the crunching of gravel. Her eyes shot to the window, assuming their father had come home after being on whatever bender he was on. Her heart froze when she saw the black jeep. There was no way that was her father, and if it was he had stolen a car and she wanted absolutely no parts in that. But then the door opened and she saw the frosted tips of none other than Topper Thornton. Her eyes frowned and she dropped the coffee mug into the sink and ran outside.

Nicky was sure to make her exit out of the house as silent as possible, in case JJ was home. As she made her way down the stairs, Topper started to speak up.

“You didn’t give me a place or time, so I figured I’d just show up! I broug–”

A hand wrapped around his mouth as his body slammed against the doors of his jeep. His hands went up in a display to show he wasn’t being hostile, if anything he was surrendering, but his face was confused.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Nicky’s hand was still pressed against Topper’s mouth but her gaze was towards her house waiting for her brother to make his way out to check out the commotion and then she’d have to explain why the fuck a kook, and not just any kook, but Topper Thornton was here at 7:30 in the morning.

Luckily, there was nothing. Nicky released Topper from her grip but not before realizing their bodies were extremely close, and the muffled breath from his mouth was tickling her hand.

“You’re insane,” she said as she quickly backed off him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She questioned still in shock.

Topper was also in shock, he took a minute to gather his thoughts, a little hurt she might not have remembered their plans.

“Um, last night, you said we’d go crabbing today, but we didn’t really discuss details so I thought if I came by,” he paused and pointed towards his jeep, “with breakfast, bait, cages, and bungees we could head out early, they say the best time to catch anything is the morning before the water heats up, but I didn’t want to come too early,” Topper was now rambling.

“You legitimately want to go crabbing with me?” Nicky asked confused. While she was the one who made the plans for today, there was a big part of her that assumed Topper wouldn’t actually follow through.

“I mean, yeah?” Topper said shrugging.

For the first time Nicky looked at the boy, he was wearing a t-shirt that was snug against his body, allowing the muscles he had to lightly show through the shirt. His arms were covered by a zip up hoodie and he had on swim trunks with a pair of bright white sneakers. Nicky smirked.

“You’re gonna wear those to go crabbing?” Her finger pointed towards his shoes.

Topper looked down, “I brought flip flops, and boots.” His hand pointing to the car again.

“What I would do to just see what your shoe collection looks like,” Nicky was laughing now.

Topper blushed, which didn’t go unnoticed by the girl. “Give me 10 minutes. Let me pack up some stuff, as quietly as you can, go park up the street, I’ll come meet you.”

Topper nodded and did as the girl said, not letting another peep out.

Nicky made her way back into the house, swiftly entering into her room and throwing things into her backpack and then wrestling on her hoodie. As she packed some snacks, she heard someone behind her.

“Who were you talking to?” JJ’s voice jump scared her.

She turned in a panic and clutched her chest. “Jesus, JJ. Warn someone before sneaking up on them.” Her eyes looked the boy over, he was still half asleep, which meant he probably didn’t see anything.

“I was on the phone, someone from the Wreck called to ask me to cover for them but I was already scheduled for the shift.” She lied on the spot, a talent all the Maybanks had, it was just that they usually could call each other out for it. But in this case, JJ was still half asleep so he just nodded as his body leaned against the door frame. “Where are you going?” He asked now eyes fully closed.

“Surfing. Want to hit the waves early before the tide gets too crazy.” Another lie.

“Cool, you want company?” He was starting to wake up.

“No.” Nicky answered too quickly, and now that JJ was coming to it, he frowned at her hastiness.

“Sorry. No, I just, kind of want some alone time you know. Think about life. Meditate. You know.”

Awful. What the fuck was that, Nicky. You couldn't have thought of anything better? Why were you even lying? She thought to herself.

She was the older sibling, she could do whatever she wanted, and if today she wanted to go crabbing with Topper Thornton, she would. What the fuck. What was life. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She had just graduated high school, and now she was lying to JJ and going crabbing with probably the person he hated most on the island.

“You good, yo?” JJ asked frowning and snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

“Yea, just feeling like I want some me time after working all day yesterday.” Better.

“Word. I feel you,” JJ nodded, “Can you leave the truck, though? Was gonna go down to Figure Eight and pick up some yard work.”

A sigh of relief came from Nicky, “yea, of course.” She tossed him the keys and began to walk past him, “I’ll catch you later.”

JJ tossed up the peace sign as he dived onto the couch to fall back asleep.

Nicky was forced to grab her surfboard, if JJ had seen her board still there, it would raise red flags, and even though he wasn’t that observant, she wasn’t going to take the chance.

She scurried off to the road, board in hand. Topper fulfilled his promise, he was parked a good amount away from the house, he stepped out when he saw the girl and threw his hands up, confused as to why she had the board.

“I told JJ I was surfing, I couldn’t just leave it.” She said opening the back window to his jeep like it was hers and shoving the board inside.

“Alright, alright, take it easy, take a breath, I got it.” Topper stepped in front of her to adjust the board.

Nicky nodded and made her way to the passenger side of his jeep. Topper Thornton’s jeep. She took that in for a minute. It was clean. Very clean. It smelled like the beach, though, mixed with the scent of his cologne which she let soak in. It was nice. It was woody with a tinge of linen, which honestly could’ve even been his detergent. Suddenly she felt extremely out of place, she had showered this morning but in the Maybank house, it wasn’t exactly the four seasons.

“You good?” Topper asked now next to her, she hadn’t even realized he made his way back.

“Why are you doing this? Is it a joke? Did Rafe put you up to it?” Nicky asked.

“You asked me?” Topper said back a little humor in voice.

“Yea but you must’ve let them know, right. And now it’s like a bet you have going.” Nicky had her guard up.

“You didn’t tell JJ.” Topper leaned back in his seat, a bit more relaxed.

“Because JJ would have come outside and rocked you in the face. And I wasn’t in the mood to clean up blood.” Nicky tried to match his relaxed sense.

“I didn’t tell Rafe or Kelce.” Topper answered ignoring her comment.

“Second secret we’re keeping for each other, Thornton. Pretty soon it’s going to cost you.” Nicky smiled feeling better that this was all intentional.

Topper laughed, “You gonna tell me where to go or are we just gonna sit on the road?”

Nicky smiled and nodded her head to tell him to start the car and with that the two of them were off.

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“This is beautiful.” Topper said as they were sitting on the edge of the abandoned dock. The sun had risen quite a bit at this point, but it was still projecting a nice sunrise. They had casted their cages and were now just soaking in the sight.

“Place has been abandoned for years, the wildlife has found a way to take over, which makes it the best place to fish or crab.” She shrugged.

“I’m sure JJ scares everything away,” Topper laughed.

Nicky looked over at him. “I–he’s never been here. You’re actually the first and only person I’ve brought here.” Her gaze went to her feet a little embarrassed.

“Secret number 3.” Topper smiled.

“For someone I know nothing about, you sure know a lot of my secrets.” She turned to him.

“Okay, 3 questions, go.” Topper turned to her on the dock.

They were now facing each other, still about 5 feet apart. Nicky’s face contorted into a strange smile.

“What?” She asked confused, “like truth or dare?” Her head shook.

“Minus the dare. Ask me anything you want, that way you know who's keeping your secrets.”

She stared at him, the first 30 seconds was for sure wondering what the actual fuck was happening but the next were more about figuring out what she truly wanted to know about him.

“Favorite color.” She spit out quickly despite her hard thinking.

“Favorite color? That’s what you want to know.” He laughed.

“Okay no, but it’s weird to ask you something personal.” She laughed back but then got hit with a good question and asked it immediately.

“Oh! Here’s one, you go back in time, you can change one thing, what is it?” she asked, perplexed not knowing how she’d even answer this.

Topper looked out to the bay in deep thought, “I don’t know if I’d change anything.” Topper nodded after a long amount of deliberation.

“Nothing? Not one thing?” Nicky was shocked.

Topper shook his head with a frown. “What, not a good answer?”

“Oh no, just, it says a lot about you.” She jokingly judged him.

Topper laughed, “I guess I’m sorry my answer didn’t meet your criteria.”

“I get 2 more, right? Maybe you’ll make up for it, or dig yourself deeper.” Nicky passed him a bag of chips from her bag and grabbed one for herself.

“Use them wisely.” Topper leaned over and grabbed the bag from Nicky.

“Your favorite family tradition.” A chip crunched as Nicky spoke.

“Not a question.” Topper pointed to her and raised his eyebrows.

“Okay, Mr. Technical, what’s your favorite family tradition?” She mocked him.

“Honestly,” Topper paused, “we don’t really have many, we’re not big on that.”

Nicky nodded. “Yea I get that, I mean we don’t have like a Maybank family tradition, but JJ started this thing, on our birthdays, we call it party plate,” she laughed at the name, “it’s an entire plate full with all of your favorite foods, like a little bit of everything, you know?” her smile was huge. “He did it one year when he forgot my birthday and so he came home from the Kildare Buffet with a plate full of mac n cheese, cheesecake, jello, french fries, shrimp and prawns,” she started naming her favorites. “And ever since then, we both just do it for our birthdays as a gift to the other.” She shrugged.

“You eat shrimp and prawns from the Kildare Buffet?” Topper’s eyebrows raised with a smile.

“Hey, we live on the coast, even the mediocre seafood is good.” Nicky threw a chip at him.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “I guess now that you mention it, seafood night is my favorite Thornton tradition.” he said.

“Ahhh, yes infamous seafood night, do tell.” she waved her hand.

“My sister loves crab, like anything and everything crab, so in the beginning and end of the summer I do a seafood night with her. Last year we did like a sushi thing and then soup, this year we just did a crab boil and I’ll have to think of something for the end of the summer.”

“So then it’s not seafood night, it’s crab night.” Nicky smiled. “I love that our traditions revolve around food, it’s very telling.” She looked away for a minute, which meant she missed the smile on Topper’s face.

“They’re both sibling related, too.” Topper added on.

“Again, telling.” Nicky said.

“In what way?” He asked her.

“Am I asking the questions here or are you, Mr. Thornton?” Nicky stood up and started to lift the crab cages out of the water.

“I’ll hold any of my questions for later, I guess.” He lifted his hands innocently before pushing himself up off the dock to help her.

The two of them halted the cages up and let the water pour out of the cages before placing them on the dock, they were filled to the top with crabs. Both of them had to be quick to grab the cooler and throw them in, but there were so many of them that a few escaped easily.

“Holy shit, this is insane.” Topper said as they lifted their last cage up.

“I told you, it’s an insane spot. I tried to tell Heyward about it but people don’t want to listen.” She shrugged.

“Nah you gotta keep this our secret.” Topper started to lift the top of the cage to pour the crabs in but the use of our caught Nicky off guard.

“Our?” she said mumbled. Her attention was on Topper and not the cage, so as it opened and the crabs poured to the cooler, one snuck off and snagged onto her hand.

“FUCK!” she yelled out and dropped the cage back into the water and flung her hand to throw the crab off. It flung through the air and landed a good 20 feet away into the water. Nicky was now walking up and down the dock with her one hand holding her other to put pressure on the pain.

Topper ran over to her, “relax, relax, let me see it.” His voice was on edge but still more level than hers.

She held her hand out to him, Topper grabbed it, and for a moment Nicky forgot that she was even in pain, all she felt was his hand wrapped around hers. He brought it towards his chest, likely to get a closer look but all Nicky could focus on was that her hand was inches away from his muscled body. What the fuck. She thought quickly and snapped her head out of it and looked at the wound Topper was focused on. He was moving her palm around now to see every angle of it. It was red, there was already a bit of bruising, and a small cut in the middle of all of it but nothing horrible.

“It’s not that bad, just hurt since it was a big crab, I have alcohol in my bag, we can clean it and throw a bandaid on it.” He said turning to grab what Nicky would soon realize was a first aid kit.

He kept a first aid kit on him. Very kook of him. But also she wasn’t in a position to judge, it was lucky for her that he had it. Before she knew it, he was back in front of her, holding her again. Without warning, he poured the alcohol on her and she flinched, instinctively pulling her hand away. Topper shushed her, and brought her hand back towards him and placed a small piece of gauze over the cut, patting it dry. Nicky’s heart raced, she wasn’t sure if it was from the shock of the sting or if it was because Topper Thornton was holding her and treating a cut she got from crabbing. With Topper Thornton. What the fuck was happening.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. The heat of his breath hit her face as he looked up to check on her.

She nodded wordlessly, not sure what to say, but even if she did, the words were knocked out of her. Her eyes were lost in his, the minute they made eye contact. If you told her just two days ago that she was going to be left breathless from Topper she would have laughed in your face. Probably flipped you off, too. But there was something happening, and for a short moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world, and in a way they were. At the abandoned dock, it was just them. No labels. No judgment. No kooks. No pogues. Just Nicky. And Topper. Topper Thornton. Did she mention it was Topper fucking Thornton?

She suddenly noticed how tall he was in comparison to her. With her gaze staring up at him, taking in their height difference, she let out a breath that she didn’t even notice she was holding in. Maybe it was the sign Topper needed, or maybe it was what Nicky needed to unfreeze but the two of them slowly moved closer to each other, their faces now inches apart. Their breath was already clashing together even though their lips were just far apart to leave everything up in the air. There was still a few moments for either of them to pull away, to get their heads straight, but neither of them did. Topper still had her hand in his as their faces were now only an inch apart. With their hearts beating fast, they closed their eyes, both at the same time.

Then, the cooler knocked over.

The noise jumped them apart from each other, hearts still beating fast, but now because the dock was covered with crabs. Nicky screamed as she grabbed Topper’s hand again instinctually to pull him towards her so they both could escape the mess. Topper laughed and followed the girl, quickly grabbing his backpack and the girl’s in his escape.

They left their cages, their bungees, their bait, and just ran down the dock. Hand in hand now. They managed to get to the start of the dock and let go of each other to catch their breath. Nicky had her hands resting on her knees while Topper was running his hand through his frosted tips.

“Holy shit,” Topper said in between gasps. “These crabs are rabid creatures.”

Nicky laughed, “I told you, the wildlife took over here, give it 10 minutes, they’ll have all fallen off the dock and we can grab the cages.”

Topper nodded and just began to belly laugh as he thought about it all and Nicky joined him as they waited the clawed creatures out.

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The ride back was silent, but it wasn’t awkward, surprisingly. In some weird way, it felt like the two had known each other for years, and while technically they did, in the 9 years she’d known him, she’d learned more about him today than she did some of her own friends. And that’s when she remembered she had one more question left.

He pulled up to the part of the road where he had parked earlier in the day to wait for her, just up the street from her house.

“I still have one more question.” Nicky said turning to him.

“Ask away.” Topper threw the car in park.

“Why did you really come today?” Her tone was bold but held no emotion in it. She stared at him, thinking maybe she could read his expression, read his body language, something that would give her a logical explanation for what the fuck was happening.

“I just thought it’d be a good time.” He said with a serious face, looking directly at her.

Nicky nodded slowly, she..believed him?

“Was it?” The two words escaped from her mouth quickly.

“That’s your fourth question, Nicky Maybank. I believe I told you that you only get three.” He smiled.

She raised her hands in defeat, a smirk filling her face now at his cleverness. With that, she gathered her things and moved to grab her board from the back of his car. No other words exchanged between them in that time. She moved towards the driver side of the car and just offered up a wave before turning to walk on the grass towards her house.

“It was the best day of summer yet!” Topper yelled out before she got too far ahead.

Nicky stopped walking, letting a chuckle escape from her mouth before she turned around to face him, board still in hand.

“It’s only the second day of summer, Top!” She used his nickname as she called out to him.

Topper felt goosebumps when she yelled out his nickname and he looked down to avoid making eye contact for a minute, a little embarrassed but grateful the girl was a couple dozen feet away and couldn’t see him blushing.

He lifted his head and looked at her, she was grinning from ear to ear and that’s when he knew he wanted to see her smile like that whenever he could get the chance.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to hang out again so we can top it.”

“I guess so.” The grin never left Nicky’s face. And as crazy as it sounded leaving her mouth, she agreed with him, and was looking forward to the next time she’d see him.

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heathernsweets · 2 years

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Outer Banks Roleplay

Posting this again. If you want to rp Outer Banks please let me know!!

A little info about my roleplay style- I’ve been roleplaying for many years now and writing as well. I play 3rd person OC x canon characters and I double up with my partners. I can write roughly 2-3 paragraphs, but like to keep it a little bit on the shorter side, as I'm not into the super long replies.

What I'm interested in- I'm currently looking for Outer Banks roleplays. My love interest is JJ, so I would need someone to play him against my OC, and I'm willing to play any of the other characters against your OC. I have seen seasons one and two, but I'm willing to start in either season. I am willing to roleplay on here, in email, or if you have discord we can do it there too. Or any other platform you roleplay on.

If you are interested please message me, or like/comment on this and I will message you! :)

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macadoodlewrites · 11 months

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Dangerous Love - Part Twenty-One (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)

Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, non-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping

Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC

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Ward slowed down at precisely the right minute, and the plane stopped before it could hit John B. I completed the distance between us, running to my cousin as he hopped out of the van. Ward did the same, jumping down from the plane, fury evident on his face.

"Sarah!" John B screamed. She was slowly coming down the steps of the plane behind her father.

"What are you trying to do? Kill her?" Ward yelled.

John B had an arm out behind him, telling me to stay back as Ward got in his face. I took his hand in mine.

The two men were yelling at each other, screaming about the gold, and I was sure that Ward was going to attack him when Sarah got in the way. Her dad tried to pull her back.

"Don't touch me!"

John B backed away, his hand still clutching mine and his other arm wrapped around Sarah, taking us away from Ward. Faintly, I could hear sirens approaching, and wanted to scream at my cousin to run, that we could get the gold another day, but one look at his face told me to stay quiet. He wasn't just fighting for the gold now. This was personal with Ward. This was for his father.

And then a cop car was on the tarmac, racing towards us. I flinched at the relief on Ward's face, at how happy he seemed to see the police officer. I wanted to pull him and Sarah away - John B couldn't get arrested!

A women was walking towards us in the Kildare County police uniform and I could just see her name badge read 'Peterkin.' So this was the women that John B had spoken so highly of to me over the years. She walked over slowly, hand resting on her gun.

"Oh thank God you're here," Ward called to her.

I was expecting for Sheriff Peterkin to be staring at John B, Sarah and I, but she wasn't. She was only focused on Ward.

"Put your hands on your head," she said, her voice carrying in the wind. Ward stared at us all.

"I'd do as she said."

John B was calmer than I expected him to be; far too calm for someone who was about to go to jail. Was I missing something...?

"She's talking to you, Ward."

I looked up at John B, but his eyes were only focused on Ward. Sarah and I exchanged a glance but it was clear that she was just as confused as I was. We turned, watching as Ward slowly twisted to look at Sheriff Peterkin, who now had a gun pointed at him.

"You're under arrest for the murder of "Big John" Routledge."

My breath caught in my throat. She believed us? Believed John B? Was this really happening? Ward was going to be arrested and we could get the gold? Sarah sagged against John B, tears pouring down her pretty cheeks. I stepped forwards, John B's grip still on me.

"Are you kidding me?!" Ward screamed, but it was obvious that Peterkin was deadly serious. Her gun was steady, her aim straight at Ward's chest.

I listened as the Sheriff started to read Ward his rights, watched as Ward got to his knees with his hands behind his head.

"I don't like being used," I heard her hiss as she clipped the handcuffs tightly onto one of his wrists. When had Ward used her?

I wanted to gloat at him, scream that he clearly did not have the police as far into his pocket as he believed, just as he turned, clearly intending to fight her off.

And then the gun shot went off.

I looked at Ward, but he was standing still, staring.

And then Peterkin fell to the ground, her eyes wide and hands shaking. The gun slid from her grip.

Rafe was there. Within one moment and the next, he had ducked under the tail of the plane, gun in hand, pointing it at the Sheriff.

I sobbed at the sight of him, of the gun in his hand. And then he looked up, eyes locking onto mine and I flinched away. He noticed, his eyes narrowing. John B now had one of his arms around Sarah and the other around me, as if trying to shield us both from the image in front of us.

Even Ward was panicking. "What did you do?" he spat at Rafe.

Rafe smiled at his father, one full of adoration for him. "I saved you, Dad."

Sheriff Peterkin was now on the floor coughing, blood dripping from her lips. John B broke from both of us, rushing over to the fallen Sheriff and trying anything to stop the bleeding. I heard him muttering apologies over and over again. Sarah was right behind him on her knees, sobbing.

I was frozen, watching as my cousin pulled his precious bandana over his head, trying to staunch Peterkin's bleeding. He achieved nothing. I rushed forwards, trying to join Sarah and John B, but someone stopped me.

Rafe. He moved to stand in front of me, gun still in hand.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispered. Everything about him was as perfect as it had been the first time I had seen him. Cornflower blue eyes that were bright and gleaming down at me as the sun caught the lighter strands of his dirty blonde hair. He was smiling but I could find no warmth in it. Nothing from the Rafe I had known only a few nights ago.

I watched as he took in my face, bringing his hand up - the one that was not holding the gun - to run his fingers over the cheek that he had hit yesterday. He stared, and I had no idea what he was thinking. Was he disgusted with himself? Or happy to see a mark on my skin thanks to him?

"I missed you. Why did you run off?"

"You hurt me," I snapped. His eyes narrowed and he brought the gun up and ran it down my jaw. I couldn't see the others behind him, too focused on the metal that was trailing my skin. He could pull the trigger at any second, end my life at any second. Did he want to? Was he that mad at me? Yesterday, he had told me repeatedly that he loved me and wanted to protect me, even if that protection meant pain for me. But that was before I had ran off.

I gulped heavily as he brought the gun down my neck. The hand on my cheek went with it and popped the top button of my flannel top open. I wanted to run, wanted to scream out, but fear had taken my voice away.

But then someone was behind Rafe, pulling him away heavily. Rafe spun but hardly moved, his stance too steady. He was far more in control than he had been yesterday when he had been on drugs. I stepped backwards, wanting to get away from him.

"Do not touch her," John B spat. Sarah was next to him, staring at her brother incredulously.

"Rafe, put the gun down!"

Behind them, Ward was leant over Peterkin, yelling into a walkie talkie, asking for help. I absently noted that the handcuff that had been on his wrist was now on the floor. I moved to stand next to Sarah and John B, seeing the blood on both of their hands. Sheriff Peterkin's blood.

Rafe watched me move, before looking at my cousin and raising the gun to him.

"Rafe, no!" Sarah screamed. "Let him go! Let us all go!"

He didn't seem to hear his words as he cocked the trigger, aiming it straight into John B's face.

Ward was now standing, having disregarded the walkie talkie and was yanking Sarah away. Ward may not have cared for much, but it was clear that he loved his daughter and wanted to keep her from harm’s way. She fought him but he only dragged her back, leaving Rafe, John B and I.

"Do it," John B taunted, and I sobbed, staring at him. He was expressionless, staring down at the gun.

"I should," Rafe spat. "You keep getting in the way of things. You want to break my family apart, want to have my Dad arrested." He pointed a long finger at me. "You want to take her away from me!"

"She is my cousin, Rafe, and she is free to make whatever decisions she wants!" John B's voice was calm but I still hear the tremor in it.

"No, you little Pogue. She is mine, she belongs to me! She loves me. And when you go to prison, she will be with me."

I ducked in between the two of them, the fun now aimed at my forehead. "Don't do this, Rafe, please. I told you everything. He is the only family that I have left."

"You have me now, Avery."

"But you don't have me."

"If I kill him, then I will."

Rafe made no move, but if he only lifted the gun slightly and fired, it would kill my cousin. John B, the only living member of my family that loved me and would never hurt me. The one who had taken me in each summer when my mother had chased me away. I needed to protect him. I would do anything for him to live.

"I will never forgive you if you kill him," I whispered, and this got his attention. His blue eyes focused on me, roaming my face.

Somewhere in the distance, Ward and Sarah were still struggling but all I could see and hear was Rafe. I knew that deep down I still loved him, despite all that he had done in the past day. But somehow I needed to tell him this.

"You're already mad at me," Rafe stated. From behind, John B had wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him. I knew he wanted me gone, away from Rafe, but I wanted him safe and alive far more.

"I am mad. But I can forgive you for everything. I will forgive you for hitting me, for tricking me, for it all. But if you kill John B, I will never forgive you. I will hate you."

Something shifted in his eyes, and he lowered the gun ever-so-slightly. His gaze drifted down to John B's arm, and then back up to my face. "You'll forgive me?"

I nodded.

"Do you still love me?"

Despite everything; the threats against my friends, his possessive behaviour and the marks he had left on my skin; despite John B standing behind me, I nodded. "I do."

He focused on me, taking in everything. And I knew what I was showing him. Although there were tears on my cheeks and I was trembling, I could still see past the fear and see Rafe from before yesterday, the Rafe that I had spent the night with and run to when I had felt alone.

"You do," he confirmed and finally he smiled.

"Now let John B go," I whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere without you and Sarah."

I turned, letting my cousins arm drop from me and looked at him. "Ward would never hurt Sarah." And to seal the deal, I glanced over my shoulder at Rafe. "And Rafe wouldn't hurt me. But he will kill you."

"Avery, he will hurt you! Look at your face."

This set Rafe off again, and he pointed the gun at John B again.

"I'm giving you one chance to leave, Pogue," he spat.

John B didn't move, but behind him I could see Ward. He had shoved Sarah into his car and was coming back towards us, Peterkin's gun in his hand. I screamed. "John B, go!"

He looked behind him, and seeing what was about to happen, that two men might shoot him, he looked at me and I saw tears on his cheeks. "I love you."

Before I could say it back, he was running, and I was throwing myself at Ward, trying to tug the gun from his grip. He fought me, but it was too late.

John B was gone. Rafe was then behind me, wrapping an arm around me as I cried, thanking whoever was listening that John B had gotten away.

Ward only looked on at me murderously before he lashed out, smacking his gun into the side of my head. I sagged against Rafe, letting him hold me up.

"Dad!" Rafe screamed.

Everything was going dark, as I felt Rafe lean down to slide his arms under me, picking me up. I let him, all of the fight in me gone.

"He will tell them what happened, Rafe. You let him go because of her."

"No, Dad. I have a plan, okay? We will be fine."

The world spun one more time as my head fell back, and I finally blacked out with only the thought that John B was safe running through my mind. His life was worth whatever the Cameron's were going to do.

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𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑐

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟.

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꕤ

tap..tap..tap..

the blonde girl sighed in frustration, throwing her diary aside and begrudgingly making her way to the door of her new bedroom. as expected, outside the door was her little brother tommy, who was sitting there tossing a tennis ball against the wall of her bedroom. a sigh left her mouth, as she found the words to scold her little brother.

"tommy!" she sighed in exasperation. "you've been at this for like, an hour - can you quit it already!" tommy didn't move. only grumbled something incoherent and continued throwing the ball.

tap..tap..tap..

the girl decided she had enough. so as soon as the round object hit the wall again, she grabbed it, throwing her arm above her head and keeping it out of reach from her younger brother.

"angel!" he all but shouted "give it back, i was playing with that!" he crossed his arms and stomped his feet like a toddler. she was quick to silence him.

"stop shouting tommy, you'll wake mom up" the boy huffed again, realising that his sister wouldn't give it up.

"come on T, go play with it outside"

"no"

"no?" she furrowed her brows.

"dad said i can't go out after dinner" he pouted.

"screw what dad says tom, dinner was hours ago"

they stood in a silent staring contest for a minute, before she gave up and marched to the staircase. "coming?" she asked with a raised brow as she descended down the stairs, not waiting for an answer. the boy yawned, carefully following his sister down the stairs, trying ever so hard to not alert his dad of what they were doing.

he met her outside, she was round the back of the house, facing the brick wall with a larger ball in her hands. she turned around at his presence.

"here" she extended her arms out towards him, her hands gripping a basket ball. "it was in the junk box, saw it when we were packing"

"are you sure? will dad get mad?"

she sighed. she'd put up with her dad for years. she learnt how to be sneaky. she learned what pissed him off. she learnt the right words to say around him. hell, she even learnt his schedule as a kid, locking herself in her room the moment he got home.

her father never wanted a girl. her mother decided she didn't want to know the gender of her first baby, so she left it a surprise - not the best idea. because as soon as he found out she was a girl, he ran out of that hospital like it was on fire.

her mom said he didn't come back for months. he left the poor woman to care for a newborn baby all by herself. no calls, no texts, nothing. he had no interest in caring for the baby or even naming her, so her mother named her angel. she believed that her baby girl was her saviour. her guardian angel.

but then he did come back. a long while later when angel was around 2. she'd said her first word. she'd taken her first step. he was around for none of it. so what made him decide after 2 years he was going to come back?

lord knows, but her mother welcomed him back into their lives like he never left. angel will never forgive her for that. all that man caused her was trauma. all he wanted is for his little girl to be a man. she feared her father.

so in 2011 when her mom fell pregnant again, this time with a boy, he was over the moon. he finally had his own little boy he could make into a man like him. so that's how thomas was raised. angel and her mom both thought he would grow up to be like his dad. but throughout the years the little boy also started to fear his father.

that's why angels heart broke for him. she needed to be the role model he never got, but she needed to teach him to be sneaky, to not always obey by the rules of his dad - he can't live in fear of him forever.

thomas just stared at the ball in his sister's hands. "are you sure?" he hesitated to grab it, but she just shoved it into his arms instead.

"yes, i'm sure" she nodded, turning around to skip back inside. "quick tom, the suns going down".

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tap..tap..tap..

she groaned out in frustration. she'd left tommy outside an hour ago, what could he possibly be doing back outside her room again? stomping over to the door, she grabbed the handle and pulled it open hastily. but to her surprise - it was in fact not her brother, but her father.

her eyes winded ever so slightly in surprise, straightening up her shoulders and clenching the muscles in her jaw. "is everything okay?" she asked, through gritted teeth. her dad never came to her room. this was odd.

he cleared his throat, the sound echoing off the empty walls of the house. "where's tommy" his expression didn't change. his eyes stayed locked onto hers, like they were in an intense stare-down.

the blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, swallowing downing the hateful words she wished to say to him. "i don't know" is what she settled for.

"yes, you do"

the girl shrugged, trying to keep her brother out of trouble. she knew the consequences that would be if he found out where thomas really was.

"i can hear him ange, he's outside" she hated when he called her that, he knew it.

she shrugged again, maintaining her innocence. "i can't hear him". the older man shook his head. she knew what she was doing. she was pressing down hard on that one nerve - the one that made him angry, and she knew exactly what would happen if she kept pressuring it. but she continued.

a tut slipped out his mouth as he flicked his head in the direction of the staircase. "come" he ordered, firmly. she sighed and braced herself for what was about to happen. knowing that once he confirmed that her little brother was outside, without permission, he would get into trouble. she was ready to take the lashing.

he swung open the front door, making angel run down the last steps to keep it from slamming. she speed walked over to her father, who had already spotted tommy playing with the ball. the man stood tall, ready to give his son a piece of his mind.

she wasn't going to say anything, but the look of fear her little brother gave her was enough for her to put her thoughts into words.

"it was me" she shouted, manoeuvring in front of him, trying to match his posture. "i let tom out, i said he could play outside, it was me".

the man's expression turned from puzzled to angry. "you did what" although he kept his cool, she knew on the inside he was about to explode.

"yeah... i'm sorry" her apology wasn't sincere and she knew that he'd noticed.

but out the corner of her eye, she saw the door from the neighbour's house swing open. an older looking man stepped out, then a boy. they looked angry, the boy storming past the older man, not before looking to his left at the family beside them.

it must look strange. a teenage girl trying to square up to a 40 year old man, and a little boy with a ball in his hands , looking scared for his life, behind them.

the older man over to the side must of noticed them too, but her dad didn't give up her stare. even as she looked off into the distance. she was locked eyes with the boy. she couldn't see him very well from her spot, but he was tall. his hair was parted like curtains, but she couldn't make out any other features, especially in the dark.

"you, angelica, are grounded for 2 weeks" his order almost fell on deaf ears, almost. but 2 weeks was ridiculous.

"what!" she snapped, looking away from the boy.

"you heard me" he was almost shouting now, "back to your room young lady"

she scoffed, barging past him and back in the house, not before giving one last look over to the boy. except he was gone- making his way to the red motorcycle parked in the front yard. she huffed again, grudgingly walking back to her room.

there was a chair by the window that overlooked the street in front of her house. so she sat in it, enjoying the view of her new life. the scowl on her face came back though. the thought of spending 2 weeks in her room disgusted her. she'd just moved here, and now she's trapped in her bedroom for weeks?

her arm rested on the windowsill as she thought of a plan to sneak out, but her thoughts were lost as the sound of a motorbike revving filled her ears. speeding down the road was a red motorcycle - and a guy with a familiar blue polo seated on top.

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