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ex-boyfriend fratboy!rafe. god help me!

cw. smut (mdni), fem!reader, toxic relationship, alcohol and drug use, mirror sex, degradation kink.

the music sounds distant, muffled by the white-tiled walls that appeared a light, smudged gray thanks to the alcohol fogging your brain—and the way his pelvis kissed your ass with each plap-plap-plap, echoing in the bathroom of a party you weren’t even supposed to be at. for this exact reason. you knew how it would end. with your lame coked-up excuse of an ex inside you.

and still, you couldn't even answer the big, ugly question sitting in your gut: why the fuck do i keep letting him do this? your body had betrayed you again, thighs spread wide and shaking as his cock hit that spot that made your toes curl against the cold tile. and, of course, your eyes met his in the large, square mirror above the sink. a voyeuristic form of self-loathing. as if you needed to confirm, once again, how the promises of, “no, i’m not gonna talk to him, not even look at him, i promise!” made to your friends, were entirely baseless.

perhaps even they had already accepted it—

“fuck,” he groaned, and a grin stretched across his stupidly handsome face as you let out another loud moan when his fat tip grazes your g-spot, bingo. thankfully, for the sake of your peace of mind (because he, more than once, hadn’t cared if the entire party heard how good his cock made you feel), the host’s house was massive. you’d ended up here with him because all the other bathrooms were occupied when the drinks you’d downed earlier hit, and that’s how you found yourself in the second-floor bathroom at the end of the hall. that's how “pee-and-leave” turned into this.

his right hand—the one not gripping your shoulder with his beefy arm wrapped tightly around your trembling torso—moved up, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look into the mirror at the two of you: sweaty, panting bodies. 

“fuckin’ look at that,” he panted, gaze flicking down. “hah, shit, look how those two bounce,” he slapped the side of your breast, leaving a hot, stinging mark. he was so mean.

and you hated yourself for clenching around him because of it.

his laugh was this low, mean sound, vibrating against your back as he leaned forward, his chest slick with sweat pressing into you like he needed to get as deep as possible. fucking gross. the thought was interrupted by the hot breath skating over the shell of your ear. “see that face you’re making?” he murmured. “‘s my favorite one. you look so—fuckin’—wrecked.”

and god, if he wasn’t right. your eyeliner had betrayed you hours ago, smeared into shadows that made your eyes look too big, too wide, like a haunted doll. your lips were red and swollen, half from the sloppy kiss that started this whole thing and half from biting down so hard to keep yourself quiet. the woman staring back at you was enjoying it, there was no way to deny that.

“shut up,” you hissed, you just wanted to look away. but his fingers curled tighter around your jaw, already marking his digits there.

“you don’t want me to shut up,” he taunted, his hips rolling deeper, lazier. like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. “you love it when i talk, when i tell you how fuckin’ good you’re taking it, like the slut you are.”

you hated him. you hated him so much you could cry—you were going to cry, but for different reasons. you hated the way he always knew exactly what to say, to keep you squeezing him between your slick walls, and getting you addicted every day a little bit more, increasing the dose.

but the worst part—the part that made your chest twist like a wet towel, wringing out something raw and acidic—was how he was right. he always was. every damn time. you hated how he’d figured you out. he was your ex, goddamn it!

because yeah, you did love it. loved the sound of his low voice dragging over your nerves like a matchstick ready to explode a bomb. loved the way his cock stretched you open until it felt like your brain short-circuited, leaving nothing but static between your ears. loved that stupid smirk, too. it wasn’t fair. he wasn’t fair. 

you tried to focus on anything else—the way the faucet dripped, the faint bassline pulsing through the floor beneath you, keeping your eyes open. “rafe,” you whispered in a treacherous moan.

his hand slid down your belly, splayed wide like he was claiming you, branding you his. “tell me,” his voice was almost tender now, mockery softened by the way he groaned as you clenched around him. “tell me how much you hate me while you’re drippin’ all over my cock.” 

you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. your throat tightened as your hips jerked back to meet his thrusts, sharp and desperate, chasing something you’d regret in the morning along with the hangover. or maybe right after you came. but right now, you needed it like you needed air. 

his laughter curled around you, mean and knowing, as his hand slid up your belly, splayed possessively just under your ribs. like he owned you. like he always had, no matter how many times you’d tried to scrape him out of your system. “that’s what I thought,” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple like a kiss. like he thought he was being romantic, like he thought this was some kind of fucked-up love story. “hate me all you want, baby. but this?” his hand slid lower, between your legs, pinching your sensitive clit, making you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood as your legs buckled. “this don’t lie.”

— r. cameron / reader

warnings: DUBCON — rafe roofies and then rapes reader / unprotected PinV / misogyny / mention of drugs (cocaine & roofies) / mention of virginity / inspiration taken from maddy & nate (euphoria)

synopsis: rafe cameron x fem!reader… sometimes rafe needs to slip a girl a little something at a party to get some, and where’s the shame in that if he knows they want him anyway, they’re just too prudish to admit it.

After you’ve successfully been dosed, he makes you sit on his lap for lack of space on the couch so he can rock you on his knee until you’re tired, delirious, and horny enough to be lifted upstairs, legs dangling against his broad back while you hiccup and giggle next to your upside-down view of his chest.

His nose is numb from the coke and his brain heady, one could argue almost as inebriated as you. But the lines make him oversaturated, not cock-dumb like what he slipped you — eager hands already pawing at his zipper and coming to a fumbled close around the metal just before you’re tossed onto a bed, spread aloof like the crumpled sheets.

“You’re sooo nice to me Rafe.. when all the other guys were sayin’i shoulda gone home,” you end with a belligerent nod of your head, slurring throughout and biting your lip in sexless embarrassment, chewing the skin raw enough to reflect your torn consciousness instead.

Rafe simply smirks, chin protruding outwards while his eyes flit between your thighs peeking through your overridden dress and your tits falling out of the frilly décolletage.

“You a virgin?”

“Mhm” you lie, despite the reeling dizziness occupying your headspace. Besides, nobody likes a whore — especially not rafe, uninterested in ‘stretched out pussy’ as you vaguely recall from his earlier conversation crowded around friends.

He approaches closer now, knocking your trembling knees apart with one of his beefy thighs, bulge forward and creasing in his pants as your dialogue gets him hard already, imposing his physicality in all its glory: “What like— you’ve never even been fingered before?”

You shake your head, tousling curls before staring back up at him, “Only my own.”

To that he chuckles, the noise grating and stunted when he uses it as an excuse to adjust himself in his pants, drawing his chest down further until he’s now hovering above you.

“Uh y’know,” he tongues at his cheek, “I could take care of that for you, practically all spread open an’ready huh?”

Like it wasn’t his plan to get you dumb and stuffed by the end of the night, even if it meant bringing out his inner brute, he was taller, faster, stronger — he could do it if he really wanted, but he made it easy for you instead. Could feel the roofie worming its way into your consciousness, jamming rationality and flooding you with hedonistic desire that would trigger your sex endorphins and make it so that you would want this, that he could brag about it without you opening your bitch mouth the next day and claiming ‘rape’; an ugly word anyways, coming out harsh in a spit, nothing like what rafe was doing to you, especially not with the way you were looking at him.

Your mouth opens, then closes, seemingly flailing on confirmation when really your jaw is getting slack and numb, and so you feel encouraged to nod instead, the movement making your thoughts go all bubbly, refracting Rafe’s glinting eyes at your ‘consent’.

He wastes no time with prep, shoving your dress up so it’s tucked over your tits, basal temperature remaining warm and stuffy despite the exposure to cool air. A good indicator though, means rafe can tell it’s working, and just how long he has before you might start struggling.

When he pulls himself out of his shorts it’s surprising, of course, everything about him is pretty, one would expect a tangible reflection of the cruelty on his features but instead, his dick looks cutesy, if not for the intimidating size.

Spit trickles harshly down his palm when he wraps a hand around himself, tugging quickly and using both his legs to split you around his midriff, leaking and achy despite the inattention you’ve received.

“You want this dick so fuckin’ bad huh,” he laughs at the puddle of arousal leaking out underneath you, considers swiping a finger into it to stick into your mouth but he doubts you’d be able to breathe right now if he interfered with the half catatonic features on your face, and it’s not like he’s out for that type of violence anyways (or at least not right now).

When he pushes himself inside you’re silent, pupils retreating in favour of a squeal — ironically a very Rafe-esque trait — while Rafe bites down into his cheek and rolls his palm over your chest to ease the pressure of the fit.

“Thought the roofie woulda loosened you up a bit..” mumbled out while his stomach clenches, now bracing his entire heavy arm across your abdomen and pinching skin when you involuntarily quiver at the weight, “You can take it c’mon.”

He thrusts hard and uncoordinated, fucking like he knows he’s hot, or at least how many more pills he has left in his stash. Knocking against your insides and entirely focused on the way his dick feels, knowing how easily he could move onto another victim, and just how much he wants to enjoy you in particular before it’s over.

Sweat clings to both your bodies, the slick getting louder when each thrust manages to pound a squelch out of you, spattering against the sheets or catching on Rafe’s balls to stick the both of you together with messy tendrils.

You’re pliant, let him move your legs so your ankles entwine behind his back, heavy hand locking them together and giving you both little breathing room; just enough for him to spill obscenities straight into your emotionless face with hot, sticky breath — he laughs, manically and seemingly at his own joke, before deciding to share it with you, “just don’t go running ‘bout me ‘assaulting’ you right. You wanted this, not my fault my cock’s so good the slut has to go dumb hmm?” mocking you with a teasing lilt and a raised brow.

You pat at his swollen chest, it’s all you can manage to do, urgent to get him off you, give you a little space atleast. He only shoves himself in further, lips puckering to sloppily catch yours, saliva straying down your chin and jaw instead.

Your outright discomfort seems to get him going even more, thrusts increasing in increment despite becoming more careless, tip catching your clit when he slips out and hurries to stuff it back in.

When his face pinches up, brows tensed and nose furrowed, you can tell he’s going to cum, the friction between your bodies almost unbearable with the heat that suddenly envelops him.

A slew of curses are hissed out, casual vulgarity being one of Rafe’s favourite expressions of self, and then he’s pulling out and wrapping a fist around himself to paint your tummy white. Ropes shooting watery on your tummy and painting him a proud picture.

He shakes himself off on you a final time before tucking his wet dick back into his briefs, cleaning himself up entirely unbothered by the dissected mess of you laying drugged and fucked out on the bed.

“My head feels funny.”

“Yeah, that’s cause I fucked it out of whack.” He says it serious but you can imagine his upturned lips at his own sick sense of humour.

“Where are you going?” you sit up groggy, chest tight.

“Uhh, back downstairs, got some more yayo I needa lay off— you can stay here or.. wherever, doesn’t matter.”

He has the decency to shut the door fully when he leaves, yet you’re still alone and forced to lay in the waste of one of Rafe Cameron’s nights out.

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: None, it’s mainly just fluff! This is S3 because I am IN LOVE with S3 Robby!

Side Note: I am not stopping the Cobra Kai writings! I am going to be focusing on Milo Manheim characters as well, so if you like any of his characters, send in requests! I have a special Ryan Baker smut coming up! 😩🤚

Your heart raced as you walked down the halls of the juvenile detention center in which they were holding Robby, a guard escorting you to your destination. Going through two big white double doors, catching the attention of a bunch of juvie inmates.

A bunch of squared silver chairs and tables came into view, but it seemed as if time had stopped once you spotted Robby, his hands covering his mouth anxiously waiting. Bobby, one of Johnny's best friends sat beside him. He was the one who was able to get you in to see Robby so soon, apparently you weren't old enough to visit him by yourself. Which you thought was stupid.

With every walk towards Robby your body was shaking, you were nervous. Not because of what happened that led him in here, but because of how he would react to you wanting to see him.

Bobby's head perked up as he seen you, he waved you over with a soft smile causing Robby to turn around. His lips parted as he was in shock, surprised that you actually showed. But more importantly shocked that you actually wanted to see him after what happened.

Robby stood up slowly as you walked closer to him, you couldn't hug because of the no touching rule. But you wanted to, and by his reaction you knew he wanted to as well.

You smiled at Bobby as he led you to take a seat beside him, Robby turned back around and took his seat, lips still parted, too shocked to speak.

Bobby looked back and forth at you both awkwardly for a moment before pointing behind him "I'll let you guys.... catch up" He spoke before walking away.

"You're- you're here...." Robby said lowly, as if in disbelief. He wouldn't have blamed you for not coming.

"I'm always here for you Robby..." You placed your elbows on the silver table, resting your chin on your hand.

Your eyes couldn't escape his, you had missed him so much and you didn't want to look away. The slightest smile fell across Robby's lips as he cleared his throat.

"So... what have you been up too?" He questions, wanting to know if you've been okay.

"Missing you" You crack a smile with your answer.

Robby let's out a small chuckle, with a side smile "besides that..." He jokes lightly.

You sigh, pretending to think "nothing too interesting, everything's pretty much been quiet" Your tone changes with every word you speak. It's as if Robby sensed your emotions, he raised his eyebrows and looked down slightly, disappointed with himself.

"Is... is Miguel okay?" Robby questions nervously, bitting his fingernail as he looks up at you. Almost not wanting to know the answer to that question.

"He's okay Robby, he's healing" You tell him sincerely.

You could see the pure guilt written on his face, the regret. "Hey..." You grab his hand that was laying on the table, completely disregarding the rules.

"I don't blame you for any of it... I know you would take it all back in a heart beat if you could, but it'll be okay..." You said lovingly. But you also didn't quite know what to say, you hoped he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Robby's eyes bore into yours, you start rethinking your words for a moment until he nods his head, closing his eyes. A small tear rolling down his cheek.

Your hand finds its way to his right cheek, wiping the tear away gently. Your thumb runs over the purple and red bruise that lied there.

"What happened...?" You basically whisper.

"Just a couple of guys. No big deal" He tries to speak as convincing as possible, you could tell there was more to it but you decide not to push him further.

"I miss you Robby... a lot" You say, placing both of your hands on top of his free hand.

"I miss you too..." Robby says, his side smile starting to show.

Soon your sincere moment is broken up by Bobby placing his hand on your shoulder letting you know that your time was up. You nod letting him know you got the message, before turning back to Robby.

"I don't know when or if I'll be able to come back and visit you, but I'll be here to pick you up when you get out" You say, a small smile falling across your lips.

Robby nods his head in understanding, his heart leaping at such a promise. Though apart of him didn't expect you to keep it. Bobby and some of the guards lead you out of the waiting room, your eyes stayed glued to his as much as they could. You could feel Robby’s stare on you, and you knew that his eyes were still trained on the metal doors even when you were out of his sight.

*THREE MONTHS LATER*

Pulling up your car into one of the driveways at the detention center you spot both Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence at the doors, bickering. Daniel was your dad and Johnny was Robby's dad. You let out a sigh as you step out of your car, leaning on the side of it. You watched as Johnny and Daniel kept yelling at eachother.

"So you got it all under control?" Daniel interrogates.

"Yeah, I do." Johnny nods his head.

"Just like you had Kreese under control? Right?-" Daniel pauses. "-what did you think would happen when you summoned that devil back to earth?" He finishes, almost as if it was a rhetorical question.

"Kreese is my problem" Johnny states, tilting his head up.

"Not anymore. He's made it crystal clear that he's everyone's problem... as usual I'm gonna have to be the one that cleans up your mess" Daniel sighs.

"I clean up my own messes.... and I'm dealing with it" Johnny says louder, walking up to Daniel.

"Yeah and how exactly are you dealing with it? What are you gonna do, barge in there and beat him up. That worked real well with the guys at the chop-shop" Daniel smart mouths, using his hands as references.

"Those guys deserved it..." Johnny says.

"That's your problem Johnny..." Daniel starts, but before he could finish you drown them out, rolling your eyes at their antics, they acted like they were teenagers all over again.

"Seriously?" You hear a familiar voice interrupt the two kids.

You perk up leaning off your car and getting a good look at Robby, "Robby..." Daniel says, turning to look at him.

"Hey Robby" Johnny says as Robby takes a few steps closer to try and pass them, not yet spotting you.

Robby looks at Johnny "I told you i don't want you here." He says nodding his head upwards as if pointing to Johnny.

"You're my son, I wanted to be here" Johnny says 'as a matter of fact'.

"and so did I..." Daniel speaks up.

Robby turns to look at his and squints his eyes "Don't do me any favors, it's your fault I was in here" He blames.

"Listen I know you're upset but I was doing what was best for you...-" Daniel starts as Robby rolls his eyes, looking away "now that you're here I want you to know you'll always have a home at Miyagi Do." Daniel says sincerely.

Johnny steps up demandingly "you're with me." He says.

Robby looks back and forth at the two of them, pursing his lips, an angry expression on his face "both of you. Stay out of my life" He says before walking off.

He stops in his tracks as he makes eye contact with you, both Daniel and Johnny stop their staring contest with each other and turn towards you, just now noticing your presence. "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?!" Daniel yells from afar.

"I came to pick up my boyfriend" You say as if it was a stupid question to ask. You see Robby let out a small side smile as you make eye contact with him once again, you smile and nod your head to your car. "You coming?" You question, a small smile placed on your face.

Robby nods his head as he walks over to the passengers side and takes his seat, you doing the same in the drivers side. You pass by Johnny and Daniel, both of them looking baffled. Daniel had a look of defeat and annoyance on his face, while Johnny’s face held a grin. He always liked you, despite your dads and his rivalry.

You make it down the road before looking over at Robby, "Thanks for coming Y/n..." He says as he sinks back in his seat.

"Of course babe, I wasn't gonna miss coming to get you" You smile, turning on a green light.

You look over for just a split second to catch Robby's side smile, "you hungry?" You question, looking back at him on a red light. "I could eat" He replies before resting his arm against the door, looking out the window.

You decided not to rush him into talking. You didn't want to overwhelm him, especially after what just happened moments before. Instead, you drove to In-n-Out.

You decided to drive to Miyagi Do, you knew nobody would be there at this time of day and you wanted a place to eat and talk alone with Robby. You parked your car horizontal to the dojo. You handed Robby his food and ate in silence for the first few minutes.

After Robby finished his food you decided to wrap the rest of yours up and put it back in the paper bag. You could feel Robby practically staring daggers into your head.

"Why did you come?" He finally spoke up.

You look up at him confused by his question, "what do you mean Robby?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

"That day, with Bobby. Why did you come?" He clarifies.

"Because I love you Robby" You state, staring into his eyes that are scrunched up in confusion.

"Did you not want me to come...?" You couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that, I just... no one's ever showed up for me like that and I just wanted to know why.... especially after what I did" Robby says, breaking eye contact to look at the floorboard.

"Robby... what happened was horrible, but I'm always going to be in your corner. I'm always going to be there for you" You say, as Robby feels his heart skip a beat.

He finally manages to look you back in your eyes and when you get to see his face, his eyes are filled with tears that won't stop rushing down. The small bags under his eyes are slightly red, as he finally reveals his vulnerable self to you.

"I need you Y/n" He cries, and you take that as your sign to unbuckle your seat and place yourself in Robby's lap.

His hands hold onto your waist for dear life as he looks up, and into your eyes. You place your right hand against his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth on his soft skin.

Your legs wrap firmly around Robby's waist as you place your lips on his. His lips fight with yours as his tears fall against both of your lips, it becomes messy and filled with love.

Robby pulls away to lean his forehead against yours, both his hands now holding onto the sides of your face only for his lips to be back on yours "I love you" he mumbles against your lips.

"I love you Robby" Your voice comes out as a whisper against his lips.

You pull away from his lips, your eyes gazing over every inch of his face, Robby's eyes are still closed as another tear rolls down his face. You take that as your sign to tightly embrace him in a hug.

His arms wrap firmly around your waist, hands resting on your back as he lets his head fall onto your shoulder, his body starts shaking as he starts crying harder, holding onto you for dear life.

  You stay like that for a while, until his breathing calms down and his tears fade away. Still on his lap, you pull away from the hug while his hands drop down to your waist.

  Robby's glossy eyes meet yours "I have something for you" You say before lightly placing your lips on his for a brief moment before getting off his lap and returning back to the drivers seat.

  You don't give him a chance to speak before you're already driving away from Miyagi Do. A little while later you pull up to his old apartment building.

  Robby looks at the building and back to you with a confused look on his face as you park the car. "Come on, it's just in here" You give him a small, innocent smile.

  You both get out the car, grabbing Robby's hand you walk into the complex and in the elevator to his apartment door. You grab the keys out of your back pocket and unlock the door, letting Robby in first.

  "Y/n what is this?" Robby questions looking around the apartment, as he noticed how clean and kept up it looked.

  "Well... while you were in juvie I decided to fix it up for you, I got permission from your mom and everything's taken care of, the fridge is full of food and the rents payed off for a while, so you don't have to worry about anything" You explain while you close the apartment door. You knew your dad, Daniel, would have some words to say about it, but you didn’t care, Robby needed someone, he needed you.

  Robby takes in every detail of the apartment until you're his main focus, your nerves start to take over as he walks up to you. He brings his hand to your cheek, his thumb moves back and forth in slow motions. His eyes move back and forth to yours and your lips.

  He's lost for words, but he manages to speak "you didn't have to do this, I could've figured something out on my own..." Robby says. Every part of him wanted to reject the offer, fearing it was out of pity but he knew by the sweetness in your voice that you truly just wanted to be there for him. Help him.

  "I know, but now you don't have to worry about that" You give him a small smile as you speak.

You don't give him the chance to say anything before you speak again "I want to help you Robby, not because of pity or feeling like I have too, but because I love you an-" Your sentence is cut off by Robby's lips on yours.

Both of his hands are now grasping your face, his lips move against yours with so much love and compassion as he pushes you up against the door. Your right hand goes to his shoulder as your left hand rests on his jaw.

You both make out for a while, it wasn’t any regular heated make out. No…. It was filled with love, warmth, and desperation. This was Robby’s way of saying thank you. You didn’t know what would happen in the future, or where this teenage love would lead you both, but you were more than willing to love him with every fiber in your body.

You were willing to be there for him.

Miguel + Robby X Reader Pt: 2

Warnings: May be sad to some! This is also THE special I’ve been working on and now it’s completed! It is over 5,000 words long this is part 2!

The Choice

You smile as you see that is was Miguel, but guilt trips over you as your smile slowly falters but you pick up the call none the less.

  "Hello?" You question as you play with the hem of your tank top.

  "Hey baby! What time should I come over?" Miguel questions excitedly through the phone.

  "Um, we're having dinner at eight so maybe 7:30 and we can spend some time together if you'd like?" You question wanting to make sure Miguel was okay with it.

  "That sounds perfect I'll be over in less than an hour!" He exclaims as he rushes around his room out of breath.

  "What are you doing?" You question with a chuckle.

  "I'm looking for...- something to wear..." He breathes out as he throws a shirt across the room.

  You giggle at his goofy ness, you lean your head back against the couch again with the phone in your hand "well I'm wearing something red, so maybe if you want you could to so we could match" You joke.

  "That sounds amazing babe! Thank you, love you!" Miguel says making kissing noises to you from the phone.

  "Love you!" You say as he hangs up and you drop your phone on your chest randomly as you sink back into the couch.

  Your eyes widen internally as you remember Robby was in the room, your whole body freezes internally as you wince for Robby.

  Slowly you peak one eye open as you look towards Robby's way, to see him not there...?

  You open both your eyes fully as you look around confused as to where Robby could've been or went.

  You sigh as you walk upstairs to your room to get ready for the family dinner, your dad Daniel wasn't back yet so you decided to get ready until he arrived.

  You glance through your closet as you look for an out fit, you knew you were wearing something red as you said. So you picked out a red thigh high flow-y like dress and a small white cardigan to go over it with some white slacks.

  By the time you finished hair and slight makeup it was 7:20 when the door opened and you walked downstairs to see if it was Daniel.

  "Hey dad" You say as Daniel walks through the door.

  "Hey kiddo" He reply's as you walk closer to him.

  "Sooo were having a guest over for dinner" You say bashfully.

  Daniel raises his eyebrow as Amanda walks out of the kitchen taking a break from cooking while the food boils.

  "Her boyfriend" She says excitedly with a smirk as she points to you while saying 'her'.

  "Oh? Well what's his name?" He questions as he loosens his tie.

  "His name is Miguel and he's uh in Cobra Kai..." You say, putting it out there.

  "Oh?" Dad asks as he stops unloosing his tie.

  "Yeah so please don't judge him just by that! He's such a sweet boy!" You interject now panicking.

  "Hey sweetie, if it means this much to you... then I guess I could put it aside for you" Daniel sighs with a small smile, only wanting to make you happy.

  "Thank you! Oh and Robby's staying as well" you let him know as you hear a knock on the door.

  "That should be him, I told him he could come over early so we could spend some time together" You say excitedly as you rush to the door before opening it.

  "Hey baby!" You say excitedly as you pull Miguel into a hug to which he smiles lovingly at and rests his head on your shoulder.

  "Hey babe" He chuckles at how excited you were.

  You grab his hand as you walk him over to the kitchen "are you nervous?" you question swinging your intertwined hands together.

  "Very" He says as his voice starts to shake.

  "Hey-" You stop him "-you're going to do amazing Miguel" You smooth as you place a kiss onto his cheek giving him confidence as he nods.

  "Mom, dad this is Miguel" You introduce as both Daniel and Amanda turn around.

  Amanda smiles sweetly as she walks over to Miguel as does Daniel "it's a pleasure to finally meet you Miguel" She says as she pulls Miguel in for a hug.

  "It's nice to meet you Miguel" Daniel says as he holds his hand out, to shake Miguel's hand to which politely takes.

  "It's nice to meet you to Mr. and Mrs. LaRusso" Miguel says nervously.

  "Alright now don't go getting yourselves in trouble" Daniel chuckles as you both walk to your room.

  "We won't dad!" You reply chuckling as you open your door, leaving it open so Amanda or Daniel wouldn't get suspicious.

  "How was i?" Miguel says nervously.

  "You were amazing as always Miggy, they loved you so far!" You encouraged excitedly as you press a kiss to his cheek.

  "Nervous cannot explain how I feel right now, I feel like Demetri when he try's to talk to Yasmin" Miguel jokes causing you to laugh and lay your head on his shoulder whilst holding his hand.

  "Kids! Dinners ready!" Daniel yells from downstairs as thirty minutes had already passed. Miguel looks at you nervously before nodding his head try to encourage himself, you nod your head letting him know he was okay.

  Both you and Miguel walk downstairs seeing Sam walking to the table as well, and Anthony was not here as he was at a sleep over with his friend.

  You lead Miguel to the table setting him down as Robby walks into the kitchen sitting down in front of your view causing your nerves to fly up from what almost happened in the back patio.... or what did happen.

  "Would you like to say grace?" Amanda asks Daniel as we all began to hold out our hands connecting them together.

  You bow your heads down as Daniel says grace before lifting your heads back up when he's finished.

  Everyone starts putting food on their plates and when satisfied you began eating "so Miguel, I hear you're into karate?" Daniel asks, your eyes immediately wander towards your dad with pleading eyes though doesn't pay attention to it.

"Uh- yes sir I am" Miguel speaks up confidently causing you to smile.

Daniel hums in content "I hear you are in cobra Kai am I right?" He asks holding eye contact with Miguel.

Your body freezes for a moment, not knowing how this would play out. Your dad could be a tricky one, Miguel looks up frozen in place as well for a moment before he speaks up.

"That I am Mr. LaRusso" He smiles sweetly, proud of himself.

Daniel nods his head "you can call me Daniel if you'd like, Miguel" he reply's sincerely causing your excitement to rise.

"Thank you Mr- Daniel" Miguel shyly says almost stumbling over his words.

Daniel smiles as he looks over to Amanda nodding "So Miguel, would you like to come over next time for dinner?" She asks crossing her hands together.

"I'd love to Mrs. LaRusso" Miguel says happily.

Less than an hour and dinner had ended, both Daniel and Amanda went into the kitchen cleaning up while they talked about Miguel and how nice he was compared to being in Cobra Kai.

  "Oh my god Miguel you were amazing!" You say excitedly as you brace him into a big hug, he immediately excepts.

He lets out a huge breath of relief "oh my that was nerve recking" he sighs.

"Oh baby, you were amazing" You recite as you grab both of his hands and intertwined them with yours before pressing a long kiss on his lips, smiling as you do so.

You both stay silent for a little bit, just holding each other until you hear Daniel talking in the other room "I like him, he puts off good vibes" He says to Amanda, your heart warms even more as well as Miguel's; happy that his girlfriends parents except him, especially Daniel.

  Miguel smiles happily in the crook of your neck, you don't notice Robby walk by and neither does Miguel as Robby starts groaning internally. He really did like you, love you even but he knew he wouldn't amount to Miguel seeing as your parents liked him now.

  Sure your parents loved Robby but that was only because they didn't know his true intentions in the beginning. But after spending time with you, Daniel, and Amanda he grew comfortable with them completely dissing his original plan to make his dad jealous.

  Robby sighs defeated as he walks out the back patio taking a seat on one of the pool chairs, looking up at the semi stars that were starting to appear.

  "Is it okay if I use the bathroom?" Miguel shyly asks, pulling away from the hug a little.

  "Of course baby, it's down the hall to your left" You comment placing a kiss on his cheek as he walks to the bathroom.

  You sigh happily as you began to wander outside finding your way to the back patio to see Robby laying in one of the chairs looking up at the stars.

  You walk over to the other chair beside him before taking a seat now making it known that you were there.

  "Hey Robby..." You say awkwardly.

  "Do you need something?" He asks, almost rudely.

  "I-uh no- but I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier" You mumble.

  He looks over meeting your piercing eyes "nothing happened" He reply's bluntly before looking back at the moon lit sky.

  "Come on Robby- please" You plead, it was honestly making you feel really guilty; both ways.

  You were going to tell Miguel of course but first you wanted to try and clear the air with Robby. "Alright you want to talk? Go ahead, speak" He reply's before sitting straight up staring you down.

  You fumble as you place your hands in your lap "I just want to know what it was? What did it- almost feel to you?" You question, curiously.

  Robby sighs running a hand over his face the ring on his pointer finger shining in the moon light "I liked you a lot Y/n, before I had even known about Miguel- heck I didn't even know you had a boyfriend until then" He starts.

  "What did you feel?" Robby finishes as he searches your eyes for honesty.

  "I- I guess I felt butterfly's and I know it's wrong because I'm with Miguel bu-" Robby cuts you off with a kiss, sealing his lips against yours placing his hand gently on your cheek.

  You didn't kiss back, but you didn't pull away neither. You were mostly in shock, until a voice you all to know spoke up; one that always sounded happy when he got to see you after classes and during lunch.

  Broken. That's what Miguel's voice sounded like "Y-y/n?" He questions causing you to push Robby away, coming back to your senses.

  "Miguel..." You force out, your heart beating loudly; so loudly you could've sworn you heard it through your ears.

  "Y-you- we just- what-?" His voice trembles, feeling his chest tighten.

  "Miguel I can explain" You start, nervously.

  "Please explain to me the boy you said not to worry about were licking lips with yours" He says sadly as his face turns into frown, his shoulders drop: feeling defeated.

  You couldn't say anything, you couldn't get yourself to even squeak anything out. It was all to overwhelming, almost like something you'd see in a movie but only worse.

  "That's what I thought..." Miguel says sadly as he feels a tear fall out of his eye, he walks away and starts making his way home with his head hung low.

IF YOU CHOOSE MIGUEL

  No, no, no, no this could not be happening right now. Everything was going so good, you wouldn't let this ruin your amazing relationship with Miguel so you ran.

  You ran after Miguel, the love of your life halfway down the road you spot Miguel holding his bike with his hands as he speed walks.

  You run faster trying to catch up with him "Miguel!" You yell out catching his attention causing him to stop in place and turn around.

  You finally make it to him all the way and you jump into his arms causing him to stumble "I'm so sorry Miguel! I froze I didn't know what to do! I know it was wrong of me but I was frozen and words cannot describe how sorry I am that it almost happened a second time!" You start crying slightly as you slowly felt like the love of your life was slipping away from your hands.

  Miguel doesn't hug back to in pain, and shock "what do you mean second time?" He mumbles as you pull away from the hug trying to collect yourself enough to speak.

  "Early when I got home I taught Robby some karate moves while my dad was out and we fell and he leaned in but I pushed him away and he said he understood" You say crossing your arms.

  You were thankful that it was a fully lit neighborhood so you could actually see Miguel and he could see you.

  "I know sorry isn't going to replace the emotions I made you feel today but if you let me i will continue to make up for it for the rest-" But before you could get another peak out you felt lips against yours.

  The lips you loved against yours more than anything, his lips. The soft touch of his hands as they wrap around your waist almost hugging you.

  This is what magic felt like, you now knew that what you felt with Robby wasn't a flame heck it wasn't even spark. It was just teenage emotions.

  Miguel pulls away and pulls you into a tight hug "Y/n I love you and I forgive you I'm sorry" He apologizes.

  "No baby you have no reason to apologize it's all me and I'm sorry" You say pressing another kiss against his lips.

  "Let's go meet your family now, including your sensei"

IF YOU CHOOSE ROBBY

  You let Miguel walk away, you didn't chase after him like how the end of a movie is supposed to go. You chose Robby.

  You didn't know what it was about Robby but you chose him, of course Miguel was your first love and you would never forget him but you felt a flame between yourself and Robby.

  You let out a shaky breath as you turn to Robby to see him with his hands in his pockets and a guilty expression on his face.

  "I choose you Robby Keene" You say softly.

  His head snaps up at that, not used to having anyone choose him "what?" He asks, thinking he heard you wrong.

  "I choose. You. Robby Keene. I want you" You reply more clearly this time as you take a couple steps closer to him.

  "Are you sure? What if you feel like you didn't make the right choice later? And get tired of me?" He questions, suddenly feeling his insecurity's strike up.

  "I made the right choice Robby, and I want you" You state as you place a hand on his cheeks gently.

  He melts in your touch "okay... I believe you" He sighs heavily.

  "I want you to- no Y/n I need you" He caves finally breaking his walls down, letting you see the most vulnerable state of him.

  You both lean in for a kiss, pressing your lips against one another feeling fireworks explode in the background of it all.

  A few weeks passed before you and Miguel talked again, you both talked it out like adults and even though your first love figure would still be there you both went for someone new.

  Miguel said he understood your decision knowing that it made you happy which is all he ever wanted. Miguel started seeing Sam after a couple weeks before the breakup.

  You and Robby decided to wait a couple weeks before going straight into the relationship, soon you both got together and even had a couple double dates with Sam and Miguel.

  You both got your happy ending.

western nights // mean!S2!barry x kook!reader x s2!rafe

summary ; /

warnings ; mentions and using of drugs. kinda violence. barry doesn't give a shit about pogue/kook thing. threesome(mxmxf/switch). smut without real plot. shotgunning (smoking). choking. double p in v. boys kissing (if you see that challengers reference, no you don't.), oral (f&m receiving.). scars mentions. threats.(3k words.). be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i want rafe and barry back as a chaotic duo for S4 part 2, please. it's a threat, not a request. im watching you obx screenwriters.

“someone you know very well owes me money.”

you looked up from your line of cocaine in a loud snort, before sitting comfortably on the bed while rubbing your nose to clean it quickly.

"and how does that concern me barry? you have your business, i have mine. and by the way, are you stalking my clients because you're losing yours ? ”

“ you’re such a fucking ungrateful princess. let me remind you that it’s because of me that you even have a business in the first place. you were nobody before i helped you, it doesn’t matter how much of a kook you are in this business.”

"wow.. someone’s got an attitude. it's not my fault your boy chose me over you.”

"yeah, he’s gonna regret that when you fuck him over."

“and why would i do that?”

he approached you, a big blunt falling out of his lips, before leaning toward you, made you feel quietly small. a short breath escaped your throat while you shivered. a smile with a wicked expression on his eyes showed on his face. “ still afraid of me. why ? it’s been a long time since i’ve had to put you in your place. you still got that scar? ” with a sick, softened voice, he added just over your lips. “that expensive makeup covers it up real good.”

“ what do you want, barry ? ”

in the intimacy of silence between the two of you, he pressed a thumb in the corner of your lips, letting his finger open it a little wider, before pulling out and blowing smoke directly into your mouth, letting your tongue disappear on the shot.

you scoffed, before your throat had swallowed the smoke. “ i want my money. and you're gonna do what i ask you. ”

“ and if i don’t ? ”

“ you don’t have much of a choice actually.”

barry placed himself above you, more threatening than when he welcomed you into his home. you placed a hand on his chest before responding calmly. “ don't be mad at me. it's your own fault you decided to trust him. why are you giving him free shit? you know he can afford it. and don’t give any of that ‘he said he’ll bring the money next time’ bullshit, when has rafe cameron ever been trustworthy?”

“ y/n. don’t start shit you can’t finish. ” he warned.

"what do you want me to do? you have a gun, and no reputation to preserve, if you want to shoot him, he's all yours. don't involve me in this. i'm having a good relationship with my client, do not mess it up. "

“do you think it’s that easy, princess?” he laughed nervously. "obviously. you really think I can get away with taking out Rafe Cameron?”

"i just think if you really wanted to, you would. Since when does Rafe scare you anyway? "

"i had a little disagreement with ward. it’ll just be easier if you handle it."

“what do i gain from all this?”

“It’s your choice. But we’ll talk about it when we’re out of this situation.”

you sighed. the next day, you invited rafe cameron to your house. like every time you called him, he came back.

“ so, where’s the coke ? ” he asked. “ tell me you have something for me. ”

"obviously I do, I'm a dealer, what did you expect ? But do I have any for you ? that's another question. ” you frowned. your gaze was on his beaten puppy face, his eyes were glinting, completely desperate, and his voice was almost pleading and nervous. “ i think i’ve been too nice to you, rafe. maybe i should be mean for once. look at this scar you have, should i give you another one? because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t behave. ”

“I’m begging you, please. i'm gonna pay you back.”

"begging already? wow. tell me why i should believe you’re pay me back?”

“ just trust me. you know i have money, i just have to get it.”

“ i have no reason to trust you. “ you shook your head with a tsk tsk that meant you didn’t believe him. he was a pathological liar, it was in his nature to save his ass with lies.

you laughed in frustration, making him raise an eyebrow. "you’re gonna pay me back, huh? I’m not even the only person you owe money to. is this about what we did last time?”

“If i can recall, you were enjoying yourself just fine.” he cut in.

"rafe. you have nothing to offer me. to tell you the truth, if I really needed money, there are ways I can get it. So whatever is going on here, it’s not fair because you’re getting something out of it and I’m not.”

"I told you, I’m gonna pay you back, just please, give it to me. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

"We’re going to try this another way. I’ll see you tomorrow and if you have the money you owe us then you’re good. And I’ll take care of you again.”

you kicked him out of your house. the next day, he showed up in your room as you were coming out of your shower. you planned to procrastinate all day before he stormed off like crazy.

"What are you doing? You think you can show up here like this?”

“I have your fucking money. now, i want my coke. i did what you wanted me to do ! ”

you smiled, while giving a pat on his curtain bangs. “ good job, pretty boy. ”

“where’s the coke? give it to me. ”

“i don’t have any.” you replied.

rafe laughed, a nervous and uncomfortable laugh. he took a few steps towards you, pushing you against the wall.

“rafe?”

“where’s the fucking coke? ”

“dude, are you high?” you asked, suddenly unwell by the rising tension you can't feel through the air. “ i just tol...”

he was mad, more than that, frustrated. the way you played with his feelings, you were making him go around in circles. and his hands began to irritate him, to make him wickedly agitated. which meant that he was gradually losing control because you were showing that it was you who had the power. he was just asking for drugs, only a little. it was such a small ask in his eyes, just a fucking line how you gave him some every time he came. like a child's whim, you couldn't take away from him what you had always given him. from his point of view, it was not okay.

and the thing was, you were doing it just now. he felt a horrible chaos inside him which made him spiral. his hands fell terribly on your throat, fingers wrapping in tight around you like a collar.

"i just asked you a question. and you better hope your answer is what i want to hear, because if it’s not this isn’t gonna be fun for you.” he whispered, his lips softly ghosting over yours.

“you’re scaring me….rafe ”

“ good, maybe now you’ll show me some fucking respect.”

he grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to bend your knees so that you were at his feet. you coughed, and he responded with a smirk.

“i don’t have your fucking coke. "

“but you know what, that’s not fair. i held up my end of the deal, o got your money and you don’t have my coke.”

he slipped each of the bills against your tongue down to the exact amount he owed you, forcing your mouth to stay open.

"not having so much fun now, huh?”

“ what a great surprise, my two favorite people in the same place. " had commented a voice behind the kook.

it was barry. you and rafe both shivered. at the same time.

“what the hell is this ?” rafe replied.

“relax country club, i didn’t come to give you a hard time. ”

“so why are you here ?” Rafe replied.

you spat the money back into your mouth and barry came closer to you.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you replied.

"so you're stealing my clients, you're taking my money and what more, you're lying to me?" barry had wisely articulated.

“wait, what do you mean?”

“shut up, rafe.”

“barry, it’s not what you think.”

"that's exactly what i believe. but you know what I believe even more? is that you need to be taught a fucking lesson.yeah, spoiled, rich girls like you need to learn that they can't play with everyone. come on, country club. ”

“barry.” you started. " listen..."

"I would love to listen to you, princess but I'm going to have a hard time doing once i fill that pretty mouth with my cock."

“what?” you retorted.

" oh you know, i'm in a grear mood. you seem to really enjoy playing with people around you. guess today, it's just my turn to play. i'm also thinking we should invite rafe to this game. would be fair actually. will princess be able to say sorry after being her nasty mouth being fucked to death ? ” replied barry by pulling you by the side of your face, hair caged in his grip, making you gasp.

“ pretty sure, bitch like her can. ”

" you're too high to even know where you put your dick. ” you said.

“ very funny. ”he laughed in a sarcastic way, before pulling his pants down, his cock slapping against his stomach, following his movement by plunging it straight into your mouth, one hand with rings covering your throat, pressed tightly his fingers against the back of your neck. “still funny?” he continued as he pushed himself even deeper, feeling his dick deep down in the inside of your pleasing mouth widening around him. “ can't even answer now. ”

Barry smiled before undressing his pants, guiding your hand to his own cock. you quickly got the hang of it, starting to masturbate him, your free hand circled around his full length stroking back and forth, all the while having rafe’s thick length, lodged hard in your throat.

your fist was wrapped around barry’s cock, fingers tightening and sliding around his girth quickly while rafe was buried completely inside your mouth, fucking you faster on the tongue. you already started to get soaked on the inside of your thighs, the wet forming a damp spot on the fabric of your underwear.

both boys stood in front of you, above your kneeling position while you were at their commands. barry invited himself into your mouth, his cock next to rafe's hitting your dripping, sloppy tongue. their two dicks were working your throat at the same time, same pace as your muscle rolled over the two shafts that stretched you open. you could feel the weight of their lengths filling your stuffed mouth. your face was weeping with spit and saliva.

you grabbed their cocks with your free hands, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your fingers, their grunts hovering in the room.

your mouth was completely blocked by the growing size of their dick. rafe smeared all the drool from your mouth on your face, before spitting on your tongue, followed by barry. you touched them both while continuing to deepthroat the two boys. you let your tongue run on the veiny flesh of their dick, trailing your wet muscle around their veins, followed by balls lapping. your received both of their cocks so well like you were always made for this. you coughed several times, letting a trickle of saliva slip from your jaw. they both pulled out, before slapping their cocks on your drooling cheeks. your face was pressed with tears, running down your skin to the floor.

“don’t be lazy, open your legs. ” ordered rafe.

you had spread your thighs, leaving them with a full view of your glistening pussy. “ but look at you, already so wet, soaking like a mess when neither rafe or me already touched you. ” barry mocked.

rafe pushed your glossy lips apart with two fingers making you suck on them, stuffing you full in the mouth to the throat and barry found a place between your legs, and trailed his tongue against your folds filled with wetness that poured over his face.

he traced your clit, before eating out your hole that was pulsing against his messy mouth, the way his tongue licked your slit, slurping in and out, before circling your beating clit. his lips were wrapped around you, dirty lapping your cunt as rafe taking his thick fingers deeper in your throat to the point you choked on them. he cleaned them with his own mouth, before diving his thumb in your lips. the corner of your mouth were foaming as he roughly brushed his digits inside your cavity, two fingers fucking your tongue and throat, as barry widly sucking your cunt. your taste were flowing and he keeping it before kissing you slowly, let in drip back in your mouth.

“ do not swallow it. i bet country club wants a taste of you…” he commented, through the kiss.

without swallowing, you kissed rafe, moving your lips against his and released your tongue over his own. you were over the moon, both of them kissing you, tongue mixed with streams of saliva, and nasty spits.

you placed your hand through your slit, before pushing your fingers against rafe's mouth, forcing him to open wider while you do the same with your other hand with barry's mouth, feeding the two boys with your juice flowing around their hanged jaw. you rushed your digits further in their throat, as they gasped around them. you were so turned on, the way they were literally drooling like dogs over your hands was making you feel insane.

you slowly pulled out your hands as their faces got closer to each other, while watching them kissing through your dirty fingers. you watched them with a twisted smile, as rafe hand reached the throat of barry, his thumb running over his cheek. your gaze was focused on them, and your ears filled with the wet and horny sound of them licking each other. that was hot, and you hated how hot it was. “ are you gonna fuck or should i do it all the work myself ? ”

“ want to be fucked so bad ? ” cutted rafe.

“ is my legs open enough for you, rafe ? ” you said, teasing him flirty.

“ she's really asking for it. ” answered barry.

“ which one's gonna fuck me first ? ”

they both laughed at you as you said something very funny. you raised an eyebrow.

“ you're gonna take us.”

“ it's not gonna fit. ”

“ it's gonna fit. because that pussy is tired of being tight. ”

when they started fucking you it made the heat rise inside you. your whole body was horribly hot, their two cocks were both pressed and stuck in the same hole. you gripped the sheets with your fist, while they stretched your weeping pussy over and over, shoving every inch of their cocks into your soaking pussy. your head was spinning as you lost yourself completely, your flesh smushed onto the mattress. both wrecked your canal, and hitting every one of your spots. you felt strange spasms, a mixture of pleasure and pain as you trembl d and moaned under their thrusts.

“ don't fucking cry, you're the one who wanted those cocks inside you. was too mean to do what your pussy begged for ? too late. neither rafe nor i are going to stop. ” shouted barry while ramming his hips against you in a brutal stroke, making you whine harder.

“ pl-please…”

“ the only thing you need to “ please please ” is for us to fuck you even harder. ” continued the curtain bangs one with a sick smile around his lips.

rafe shutted you cries with a rough snap of his hips, his firm body slammed into yours, while barry next to him, pounded you in the same raw way. his hair was messy as yours, unbrushed and bouncing against his shoulders, as the air became more hotter. you were crying and panting for breath like a crybaby, tits swaying while your vision was getting blurred.

the kook one grabbed your face, hollowing your cheeks with his fingers, before spitting in your open mouth, watching his globe of saliva dripping from your glossy lips. inspired, barry spat on rafe's mouth, forbid him to swallow with his hand brushed on his partner jaw before letting the spit drooling over your mouth.

the pace sped up, as your pussy squeezed them like a vice, the room filled with the wet smacking sounds of your core getting speared roughly. they were fucking you deeply, your cunt dripping around them as they thrusted into you back and forth, all spots getting touch.

next position, you were bouncing on rafe's dick, big hand tugged on your hips, your ass jiggling against and slamming into his large spreaded thighs, as barry letting you suck on his dick. you were giddy, feeling overheated, messing everywhere on both of them. they were working on each part of your body, the overstimulation draining you.

“ suck it well, pretty thing.” he grabbed your jaw, his glare locked into your teary eyes. “ don't forget that you have still another free hole. and trust me, you don't want two cocks in. ”

your mouth found barry's cock, tongue out and wrapped around his crazy shaft, as you slowly pushed your muscle above his tip. you were now used to it, and sucked it directly to the throat, you spitting on it before licking to feel the size hitting the deep of your neck. you were like a dizzy free-use doll that were fucked to heaven.

you placed the dick of barry between your swayed tits that was unstoppable because of rafe's hard strokes on your sloppy cunt. your cunt that was actually filled by his large cock. before starting to pump the dealer with your boobs, you caged the painful boner in the middle of your breasts, and pressed them to the bulging girth before moving up and down quickly. when you heard his raspy grunts near your ears, his mouth and breath brushed your sensitive skin, you accelerated the pace, leaving him growling speechless.

few minutes later, he came around your neck, painting your flesh with white loads. rafe released his cum in you five minutes after, while kissing you, swallowing every breath of yours.

you fell on your back, completely exhausted. “ you guys…are crazy…”

“ just the beginning. ”

WAKING UP TO YOU ₍₁₎

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe, mention of drugs, like one f word

authors note: i need to stop making new series when i havent even finished my last 😭 i get so bored when i near the end of a series LMAO im so sorry. guaranteed this is about to be my next potential series if people like it !!

next

you wake up with a start, disoriented, the remnants of sleep clinging to you like a heavy fog.

the first thing you notice is the warmth of the sun pouring through the windows, casting golden stripes across the room. you blink slowly, your surroundings coming into focus, and that's when the confusion sets in. this isn’t your apartment.

it’s . . . tannyhill. the camerons’ house. the place you’ve only ever seen on screen, the walls adorned with the unmistakable coastal vibe of the outer banks.

you push yourself up on your elbows, heart racing as you try to piece together what happened. just last night, you were in your own bed, scrolling through your phone, drifting off to sleep amidst the noise of the city. how did you end up here, in this bed, in this house?

your mind races, trying to catch up with your senses.

the sheets feel soft against your skin, and you notice the faint scent of salt and something warm, familiar, clinging to the pillow next to you. it feels like a dream, and the longer you sit there, the more bizarre it all seems.

no.

your heart starts to pound. this is wrong. you were in your apartment last night, you were sure of it. how could you be here now? how could any of this be happening?

you take in the opulence of the room. it's exactly like the show, down to the little details you never thought you'd see in person. the bed feels massive, the room impossibly large.

the panic begins to rise in your chest, your breaths becoming shallow as your mind races to make sense of it all.

and then, from the corner of your eye, you see movement. the door to the balcony swings open, and your blood turns to ice.

rafe?

he steps inside as casually as if he’s done this a hundred times before. and he probably has—because in this world, it looks like waking up next to you is normal for him. but for you? this is waking up next to a stranger, someone you’ve only seen on a screen, a character, an actor.

and yet, here he is, in the flesh, shirtless with his t-shirt dangling loosely in his hand like he’s about to put it on.

you freeze, eyes locking onto his bare chest, the sight almost too surreal to process. his body is toned, like you’ve seen a few times in his films, but now he's standing here, so nonchalant, as if this is all part of your routine together.

your breath catches, panic bubbling up inside as your mind screams at you to make sense of it. but no sense can be made. he’s real. he’s right there.

he catches your gaze and pauses for a beat, his expression calm, almost indifferent, as he pulls the shirt over his head. there’s no shock in his eyes, no alarm at your presence. instead, there’s a faint, almost ghostly hint of a smile on his lips, like he’s seeing something that comforts him. like this is just another morning. another day with you.

“you were sleeping for a while,” he says, his voice low, calm, as if you’re supposed to know exactly what he’s talking about.

but you don’t. you can’t.

your heart is pounding so hard you swear he must hear it. you feel like you're glued to the spot, unable to move or speak. he words are there, tangled in your throat, but no sound escapes.

and rafe? he doesn’t even notice. he’s too busy pulling the shirt over his head, smoothing it out with one hand as he heads toward the dresser, rummaging for something—maybe his keys, maybe a wallet. your eyes follow him, wide and unblinking.

every little detail is telling you this is really happening. the weight of the sheets, the soft scent of the ocean drifting in from the open balcony, the way rafe moves so effortlessly around the space—it all feels too tangible. too vivid.

he throws a glance over his shoulder, not catching the absolute terror that must be written across your face. instead, he just adds, “you good?” like, yeah, just a weird morning. what the hell are you supposed to say?

he turns back to whatever he’s doing, seemingly satisfied with your silence, and your mind is racing.

your eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that could anchor you back to reality, something that tells you this is just a dream, that you’ll wake up in your own bed any second now. but nothing happens. you’re still here. still watching rafe cameron move around like this is just another ordinary day.

and then he looks at you again, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he’s starting to sense that something’s off. not that he’s alarmed—he’s just . . . curious. “one of those realistic dreams again?”

the question hits you like a freight train. the way he says it, so casual, so knowing, makes your stomach churn. it’s clear that, in this reality, the version of you he knows has had these ‘realistic dreams’ before. does he think this is just another one of those?

you know you have to respond, have to say something to keep him from getting suspicious, so, you muster the courage to mutter, “yeah . . . something like that.”

the words feel foreign on your tongue, forced, like they don’t even belong to you. your voice sounds small, uncertain, and you hope he doesn’t pick up on it. but rafe? he just nods.

“i’m heading out to take care of some business,” he tells you, vague, the way he always is when it comes to whatever shady dealings he’s involved in. his voice has that low, dry edge to it, like he’s not too concerned with explaining more than he has to.

you swallow, your mind racing. business. you’ve seen the show. you know what kind of business he’s talking about. barry, he’s a drug dealer. or his dad, ward, who’s capable of anything.

suddenly, you wonder just where you are in the timeline of this world. does it follow the plot of the show? or is this some kind of alternate version of it, where different rules apply?

your eyes stay locked on him as he steps closer, and suddenly, the air shifts. he’s walking toward you with a purpose, and something in the way he moves makes you realize what’s coming before it even happens. you’ve seen this before—rafe being possessive, intense. you know what he’s about to do. but knowing still doesn’t prepare you for it.

he leans down, his hand brushing your hair back gently as his lips press against yours in a kiss that’s too soft, too familiar for how absolutely terrified you feel. the moment his lips touch yours, your mind goes blank.

you feel it—the warmth, the pressure, the sensation of his breath mingling with yours. it’s real. it’s terrifyingly, unmistakably real.

when he pulls back, you’re frozen. your hand instinctively reaches up to touch your lips, your mind racing with the reality of it. this isn’t just a dream. dreams don’t feel this real.

rafe pauses, noticing how off you are, his eyes narrowing as he studies your expression. he tilts his head slightly, and for a second, there’s something almost tender in his gaze.

“hey . . .” his voice is low, murmuring like he’s trying to ground you. “i’ll see you later, alright?”

you can’t speak. your throat feels too tight, your brain too scrambled to form words. you just nod, barely, enough to make him think you’re okay.

he gives you one last look, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face before he turns and walks out of the room, disappearing into the hallway.

you don’t move for what feels like minutes. the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance is the only thing grounding you as your mind whirls. you’re trapped in his world—his reality—and there’s no telling how or why. but the one thing you do know?

this is real. too real.

because if this isn’t a dream . . . then where the hell are you?

the slam of the front door echoes through the quiet house, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches, the reality of everything sinking in, and you can’t help the way your hands start to tremble.

you sit up carefully, trying not to make a sound as you pull the covers off your body. your skin prickles from the cool air against your bare legs, and when you glance down, you realize you’re only in a shirt—one that definitely isn’t yours—and your undergarments. it hits you all at once: this is rafe’s shirt. his scent clings to it, the familiar mix of cologne and something inherently him.

your feet touch the cold wooden floor as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, toes curling at the sudden chill. every movement feels deliberate, cautious, like any wrong step could wake you from this strange, twisted dream—or worse, prove it’s not a dream at all.

quietly, you push yourself off the bed, heart hammering in your chest as you make your way to the door. you peek your head out, eyes scanning the hallway. it’s empty. eerily quiet. thank god. but the silence makes everything feel even more surreal.

you pull back into the room quickly, your fingers brushing your hair behind your ears, trying to still the panic rising in your chest. you need answers. you need to figure out what’s happening—and fast.

your gaze darts to the nightstand, where your phone sits charging. finally.

you grab it with shaky hands and immediately swipe it open, your fingers moving fast as you pull up your contacts list. the plan forms in your head as you scroll, desperate. maybe this is all some elaborate prank. maybe your friends are messing with you, and any second now, someone’s going to pop out and yell “gotcha!”

but as you scroll, the names that appear make your stomach drop. none of them are familiar. faces and names you’ve never seen before fill your screen—until you see his name.

rafe.

then sarah. wheezie. even ward and rose.

your breath catches in your throat as you keep scrolling. it’s his family. it’s them.

you swallow hard, continuing to scroll, fingers trembling as the names blur together until you see the ones that make your heart stop.

jj. pope. kiara. john b.

the pogues.

you stare at the names for a second, your brain short-circuiting. your thumb hovers over jj’s contact, the one name that stands out to you more than the others.

without giving yourself time to second-guess it, you hit ‘call.’ the ringing fills the silence of the room, and your pulse quickens with every passing second.

the ringing feels like it goes on forever. each tone stretching out the anticipation, the nerves, the sinking realization that someone is actually going to pick up. your heart races, and just when you consider hanging up, a click echoes through the phone line.

“y/n?”

you flinch, eyes widening, mouth falling open. it’s him. it takes a few seconds for you to even remember how to speak, your mind stalling out completely. then you somehow force out, “hey, i just wanted to see how you’re . . . doing.”

the words stumble out of your mouth in a mess, and you internally cringe at how awful it sounds. god, could you be any worse at this? you wouldn’t blame jj if he called you out for the obvious lie, the way your voice shakes just slightly with every word.

but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. instead, he sounds casual. like he’s known you for years. “yeah, i’m good. why? do you wanna come over? kie’s here.”

your mind reels. kiara’s there? you’re friends with kiara? that’s news to you, but good to know. in this world, apparently, you’re on good terms with the pogues, at least you think.

you quickly pull the phone away from your ear to glance at the time, realizing it’s probably morning. or maybe early afternoon. time doesn’t even feel real right now.

“yeah, i’ll . . . i’ll come over,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant even though nothing about this is normal. the words slip out of your mouth before you really think them through. “where is over?”

“the wreck,” jj replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. right. of course. “but be quick.”

your chest tightens. why do you need to be quick? fear creeps into your voice as you ask, “why?”

there’s a pause, one that feels like it stretches forever, before jj finally responds, his tone softening. “cause we miss you.”

and then, just like that, he hangs up.

you blink, staring down at the phone in your hand as if it’ll give you answers. it doesn’t. you’re left standing there, your mind racing, trying to process what just happened. they miss you?

the idea that jj misses you, that kiara’s waiting for you at the wreck, is both exciting and terrifying.

your eyes dart around the room, like maybe you’ll find some clue that explains how this is all happening, but there’s nothing. just the same four walls, rafes room, his scent lingering in the air, and the echo of jj’s voice in your head.

your mind spins as you sit on the edge of the bed. what is going on in this world?

the characters you know from the show are behaving so . . . normal, so real. there are these new relationships, bits of information that seem to imply some kind of history, things that don’t align with what you know. you’re in their world, but there are gaps—huge, gaping blanks that terrify you because you don’t know what role you’re even supposed to be playing.

you glance around the room, trying to calm yourself as you get up to grab some clothes, already dreading the ride to the wreck.

how the hell are you actually supposed to get to the fucking wreck?

a/n: let me know if u would like to be part of the tag list thru any replies, anons, dms, etc !! notifications are always on <3 this will also lowkey be a jj & rafe x reader series i fear

NSFW Alphabet: Older Johnny Lawrence

Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive themes, slight smut.

NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Johnny struggles with aftercare, he definitely wants to be there for you but he doesn't quite know what to do. His form of aftercare would be laying close together or cuddling and drinking beer.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Your butt and your thighs 100%. He loves to hug you from behind, feeling you press up against him. He loves to watch your butt bounce while in doggy, and he loves to grip and hold onto your thighs in missionary.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Johnny loves to cum inside of you, but since he doesn't want kids anytime soon he prefers to cum in the condom. He doesn't like mess because he like to rest as much as possible after but there are sometimes he'll cum on your butt or your thighs, depending on the position.

D= Dirty Secret (Johnny's dirty secret) Johnny likes the idea of fucking you in the dojo, specifically in his office and on his desk. It would make it even better if your hands were tied behind your back with his sweat band, he would kill for that.

E= Experience (How experienced is Johnny) Johnny is definitely really experienced, he knows what he's doing and he knows where to put his hands and how to use them. He's definitely not just all talk.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Doggy. He loves to watch your butt bounce with each harsh thrust he gives you, gripping your hair and yanking you to his chest while wrapping his hand around your throat.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Not during sex, but he definitely cracks a few jokes after. Nothing to harmful, just enough to make you both laugh.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes. Johnny feels that it's really manlike so he doesn't shave. The first few times he would trim but he ultimately gave up when you didn't complain about it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Johnny during the moment) Johnny can be very romantic when he wants to be, most of the time he's very hard dom, but if it were your anniversary or birthday he would set up a few candles, throw a few rose petals out, but nothing to fancy.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) He doesn't do it often because he has you and karate to keep him busy, but he'll often get himself off if you're not present with your pictures that he printed out definitely not for that reason.

K= Kink (How kinky is Johnny) Johnny's pretty average, he doesn't have extreme kinks but he does like a little bit of ass slapping, neck gripping, and hair pulling.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Anywhere in his apartment honestly, or if you start doing it in the dojo then always the dojo.

M= Motivation (What gets Johnny going) When you do a strip tease, or when you challenge him in karate, he definitely has a thing for karate sex.

N= No (A turn off, something Johnny would never do) Anything that will harm you or him is a no. He doesn't like extreme public sex, he likes minimal but he wouldn't be able to concentrate if it was over the top.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He loves to receive more, but he definitely likes going down on you but in the end he'd prefer to be in you for that duration either way.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Definitely. He loves it fast and rough, but when needed or when he's in the mood he can definitely be slow and make love to you.

Q= Quickie (Johnny's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He likes quickies but since he's gotten older he likes to make it last a lot longer. He's always down for a quickie though, when and where???

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) It depends, he likes the adrenaline it gives doing something risky but he wouldn't go borderline. Now if he was drunk he'd definitely be more risky than being sober.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can last a while each round, but again as he's gotten older he goes less than when he was younger but to be honest it's not that noticeable of a change after he picks back up karate.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really, he would prefer to use his mouth, and hands anytime during foreplay. He doesn't hate the idea, but he just likes it old fashioned.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He's not that bad of a tease, he's more so just ready to fuck, but if you make him mad or he's in a bad mood then he's the worst with teasing.

V= Volume (How loud is Johnny during the moment) He's not overly loud but he does let out the occasional groans every now and then, the most you'll hear from him is heavy and unsteady breathing. Ride him though and he'll be a lot louder.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Johnny) Sometimes Johnny thinks about you giving him head under his desk while his students practice their moves. He feels that's a little bit too risky, but it's a risk he's definitely willing to take.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) 7 1/2 inches no doubt (Probably 8 to be honest).

Y= Yearning (How high is Johnny's sex drive) His sex drive isn't as high as it was when he was younger, but getting back into the habit of karate and exercising his sex drive grows pretty high.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Johnny fall asleep afterwards) Not that fast, even if you fall asleep he would probably drink a few more beers while watching tv in the bed next to you. It takes him a while to wind down but when he does he's out like a light.

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This was highly requested! Requests are always open, and past request will be coming out soon! Thank you for all the love and support!

Demetri X Reader

Warnings: None

Cuddle Day

Every weekend you and Demetri have a Cuddle Day as you both like to call it, basically it concluded of snacks preferably baking cookies, spa session which included of face masks which you actually got Demetri to agree to, and Doctor Who plus cuddles.

That day was today, you had recently texted Demetri the deets as always and decided to have the cuddle day at your house, your parents would be out for the weekend so it was the perfect opportunity.

You bought all the cookie dough, some chips and face masks needed for the occasion. You set up a little area on your bed with red LED lights since Demetri seemed to like the color and your TV set up for your Doctor Who marathon.

In less than an hour Demetri’s mom dropped him off, as always he brought his backpack which consisted of homework, the occasional comics, and supply’s.

It was pretty much something he did all the time just in case, it made him feel prepared at all times. With a knock on your door you raced down stairs and opened the door with a huge smile, excited to see your boyfriend.

"Well hello my little who" Demetri salutes you playfully.

"Hey, baby!" You say excitedly as you grab his hand and pull him inside.

Demetri smiles at the nickname he loves all to much, and it totally does not give him a bigger ego... pffttt.

"You can carry your bag up stairs love, I’ll grab the stuff out the refrigerator" You say pressing a kiss to his cheek as you walk off leaving him to do his business.

He walks upstairs and places his bag neatly in the corner of your room on your chair, before walking back downstairs into the kitchen with you.

You place the three different options of cookie dough on the counter, "okay so which one?" You question before looking at Demetri.

He smiles cheekily "all of them" You both say before laughing at knowing each other so well.

He grabs some parchment paper and a pan while you open and roll out the dough into a perfect circle. Demetri walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist giving you a hug from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

You gently rest your head back into his chest as you finish pressing all the dough and setting them on the parchment paper before wrapping up all the in used dough in one bag.

"We should turn the oven on shouldn’t we?" You joke as both you and Demetri sway back and forth, your hand on his arm around your waist.

"Well if my calculations are correct that is how you bake cookies" He says in a tone that states 'he’s the smartest person in the world'.

"Okay smarty pants" You giggle as you turn around into his arms, resting your hands on his neck.

You both make eye contact, the feeling of your eyes staring into one another is like no other before. Your heart races and you almost don’t even notice Demetri’s lips placed on yours until you feel a spark.

You run your fingers through this hair gently as you deepen the kiss, this was definitely not on the list for cuddle day: no.... it was even better.

He grabs your thighs and gently places you onto the counter as your lips move in a faster motion both of his hands now tangled into your hair, messing it up as yours does the same. Taking your nails against his scalp causing him to let out a whimper almost.

You both pull away breathless, but none the less still keeping eye contact with one another before you place your lips on his again in a more of a sweet gentle kiss.

"We should put the bake in the oven" He says causing you to laugh at the mistake of words.

"Oh so we should put the bake in the oven?" You raise your eyebrows playfully.

"Pftt, wait technically speaking we are putting cookies in the oven to bake so they are baking" He spits out causing you to laugh, at the nonsense of words.

Demetri backs up a little for you to get down and turn the oven on along with placing the cookies in the oven and setting it on a timer for 15 minutes.

"All done- now face masks?" You smirk as you throw the face mask packets up in the air causing them to land on the counter surprisingly.

Demetri laughs at this antic as you grab his hand and lead him to sit on the bench to your kitchen table, you swing your legs over his and straddle his waist immediately shutting his laughter up causing you to giggle.

"Alright pick one" You say holding the face masks.

"That one" He says pointing to the cucumber themed/scented face mask.

"Nice pick" You say opening the packet gently being careful not to squeeze any of the stuff out.

Pulling the folded mask out you gently unfold it "okay close your eyes please" You say sweetly, Demetri closes his eyes and you place the mask on his skin causing him to jump at the coldness making you smile as you continue to spread out the sides on his skin smoothly.

"Can I do yours?" Demetri asks giving you puppy eyes causing you to cave before nodding your head.

You give him the face mask you want, already have opened it for him as he pulls it out. You arch your back a little before moving your hair out of your face and putting it in a low pony tail.

"Not usually the term is use but- hot" Demetri says out loud causing you to laugh.

You steady yourself on his lap as you close your eyes letting him apply the face mask on your face before smoothing out the sides as well just as you did.

You open your eyes and smile at Demetri’s complexion "you look smexy" you half joke.

"Why thank you i do try" he says in a French accent causing you to giggle as you peck his lips quickly.

As if on cue the timer for the cookies go off "that’s them" you say before hopping of Demetri’s lap, turning the oven off and placing the cookies on the counter.

You set ten minutes on a timer for the face masks as you swoosh the cookies around trying to get them to cool down faster.

"Would you like some milk?" You ask Demetri as he nods, walking over to the fridge pulling out the milk and two cups.

Filling them up you place the carton back in the fridge before sliding a cup to Demetri and placing two cookies on each napkin for you both but just for right now.

By the time you had finished getting the cookies ready the timer for the face mask went off, you took both yours and Demetri's off before finishing your cookies and heading up stairs plopping down on your bed.

Demetri follows behind, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his chest before placing a kiss onto your head.

"I love you bubs" He says gently, resting his chin on your head.

"I love you more" You comment as you relax into his chest with Doctor Who playing in the background.

The rest of the night concluded of endless amount of cuddles and kisses, that is until you both fell asleep as Doctor Who played softly in the background.

Man... cuddle days were always something with Demetri.

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This was requested from Wattpad!!!

Robby Keene x Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut *season 3 Robby*

Missing You

  Numb. That's all you felt as you looked up into the night sky, the feeling of being so numb you couldn't even feel the cool breeze that normally would cause you to shiver or get goosebumps, Robby got out of juvie today and even when in juvie Daniel and Johnny couldn't put their differences aside.

  You wanted to go with your dad, Daniel; but he wouldn't let you, he didn't even tell you where they were releasing him anyways. You didn't know why he didn't want you to see your own boyfriend, but you had guessed he didn't trust Robby for a simple mistake he had made.

  Your legs dangled off of the wood beneath you from where you were laying on the surface at Miyagi-do, the main place you felt a sense of comfort and security. You didn't even feel comfortable in your own home, especially without Robby to accompany you.

  Everything felt more tense, and on edge rather than a big happy family. Sam was always out, either with fighting it out with Tyler, or Miguel and if not with boys she was worried about getting back at Cobra Kai and Tory.

  Daniel your own dad was to busy with Johnny and his rival to even spend time with his family, and if it wasn't that, it was work. Amanda was always on edge, being the back bone of the company while your husband is in a karate war can be hard to keep up with.

  You unlock your phone, ending up in your photos. The first person you see is a smiling Robby, from the last time you went on a date before the fight happened. A smile finds its way onto your lips as you go through the mounds of photos which took up half your gallery with just you and him in it.

  Soon you hear light foot steps coming from the inside dojo, your senses become alert as you sit up and look towards the direction of where the noise came from.

  It seems like your heart stops for a few seconds as a tired looking Robby stands near the door frame, your phone falls to the floor as you stand up; having it been sitting in your lap as you sat up.

  "Robby..." You nearly whisper as you manage to run towards him, only a few feet away from him.

  You embrace him in a tight hug, your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around you weakly; exhausted and probably hungry.

  "I missed you so much..." You mumble into his neck, sending chills down his spine as he was quite cold.

  A couple tears managed to fall down your cheeks, and you could tell by the way Robby was holding you that he was trying not to cry.

  "I missed you too... everyday" he mumbled into your hair as you embrace him tighter.

  You pull away from the hug just a little so you were able to take in his new looks, though you weren't able to do so as your eyes kept lingering on his lips. You hadn't kissed him in so long you almost forgot how good his lips felt against yours.

  Finally you slowly place your lips on his, there wasn't much movement. Just enjoying the little moment you both longed for, his lips were chapped and slightly cold, a little bruise rested against his bottom lip; so little you'd have to be up close to see it.

  But you could care less about that as you placed both of your hands gently on his cheeks. His cold cheeks becoming warmer against the warmth of your hands. Robby placed his hands on your cheeks, as he desperately tried to pull you much closer to his body, in need for your warmth.

  You both pulled away, slowly though. As if time had stopped between you to, you finally met eyes. His greenish blue eyes held so much pain and exhaustion as you gazed up at him, though he managed to put on a little bit of an okay for you.

  You backed up slightly, taking in his new features. His hair was now short into an average teenage boy cut look, but he manage to make it look absolutely capturing, he had a faint but still noticeable bruise on his right eye, the little cut on his bottom lip and he wore a grey shirt covered by a light black jacket that was halfway zipped, and he still managed to look absolutely handsome.

  Your hand goes back to his cheek, your thumb rubbing the bruise that was sure to be sore; softly. You step a little closer before getting on your tippy toes and pressing a gently kiss where the bruise lied, you weren't going to ask him how he got it or what happened as you could only imagine the reality.

  Robby closed his eyes as he enjoys the small gesture, the tiniest tired smile rested on his lips until you pulled away, backing up slightly so you could have a full body view of him.

His eyes slowly opened, looking back at you almost as if he knew your were stuck on words he spoke; "so uh, what'd you do while I was locked up in juvie" he said slightly sarcastically, with a little bit of anger and pain hidden behind it, though you didn't miss it.

Your head falls down as you knew where this conversation was leading "Robby I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit you, dad wouldn't let me; he even tried to take my keys just to justify it" You say sincerely, feeling guilty as the harsh tone of his voice went straight to your heart, piercing it.

"Oh right... like you couldn't have wrote me" Robby says, his glare evident in his green eyes.

"I did! But you never answered them!" You say defensively.

"Yeah well it's kinda hard to write back in between getting my face busted in" He snaps back, venom ran through his last few words as he stared you down.

Your face softens at his words, but his only stayed the same stern look as you tried to process what to say; "I... I didn't know Robby... I-" You managed to weakly speak up, until Robby interrupted you.

"Oh you wouldn't have cared even if you did know" His eyes squinted as he tilted his head to express his slight anger, that's when you felt all of your own anger bubble up at once.

"How dare you say that Robby, you know I would've cared... that's all I ever do is care about you, because I love you!" You say, taking a few steps towards him.

"How do I even know that? Huh?" He takes a step closer to you, you could feel the heat from his anger radiation off his body, and you were pretty sure he could feel your's too.

"Oh you know it Robby, you know that deep down inside I love you, but you just don't want to admit that someone actually loves you. Do you Robby?" You chuckle, trying to subside the immediate anger from his un-thought out objection.

"You know that's far from the truth" His glare only gets sharper and more evident the closer you get.

"Yeah... we'll guess what Robby" You step closer, the closest you could go without touching "I fucking. love you" You say, gritting your teeth to hold back from whatever it was you were afraid of doing.

The air around you two was strange, the closer you got; the more tension and sexual frustration you received from it. You were guessing Robby could feel it to as his glare became softer and his breathing picked up, to which he could no longer control.

He said nothing for a moment, almost contemplating what he should do. His eyes met yours once again as he pressed his lips up against yours with so much force that it almost nocked you down.

Robby's hand went to your right cheek as he backed you up against the wooden surface you were once laying at, the back of your thighs reached the edge of the wood as he rested the both of you there for a second.

His lips moved fast against yours, your own followed as the kiss was starting to become sloppy and more angry, his left hand tugged at your hair slightly until he finally decided to break the kiss and push you back so your back came in contact with the surfaced wood.

Robby stood in between your parted legs as he looked down at you, bits of his slicked back hair fallen in front of his face as he unzipped his jacket all the way before pulling it off and throwing it on the ground somewhere. He forcefully spread your legs farther to which you let out a drown out moan, eyes glazing over with lust.

You could now feel the cool breeze going under your dress as your legs were parted, Robby's hand traveled in between your inner thigh, his cold fingertips brushing against the warm skin causing you to gasp gently at the touch.

  "Robby..." You moan out, feeling your skin become overly hot with want.

  He bends down so he's hovering over you, his face only centimeters away from yours "is this what you wanted?" He whispers seductively as your legs move upwards the more he slides his hand under your dress.

  "Y-yes... pleas-se" Your words come out as pathetic whimpers, as Robby's side smile shows through; knowing he's got you completely under his control.

  "Relax Y/n, I'm only just starting..." He teases as he slips your undergarments off, throwing them on top of his jacket.

  Robby tugs you down farther so your bottom his resting more off of the edge of the surface, he trails small feather kisses all the way from your breasts and stomach to your half covered pussy.

  Slipping on his knees he pushes your dress up, the cool air hitting in between your thighs. He spreads your legs farther apart, rubbing his thumb in circles against your inner thigh as a way to tease you.

He presses a small kiss to your clit before wrapping his arms around your waist and smothering his face in between your legs. Your back arches on its on as he circles his tongue around your clit, your hand subconsciously goes to his short hair tugging slightly.

You use one elbow to lift yourself up so you could look down at him as he ate you out, his eyes narrow towards yours once you lean upwards. He smirks against your clit as your hips rut up against his mouth.

Robby teases your entrance with two fingers before slowly sliding them both in causing you to loose your balance on your elbow and fall back against the wood, his fingers rut against your g-spot constantly as your hips lower themselves and his tongue continues to circle around your clit; stimulating your movements.

You start feeling the pressure build up from his fingers hitting your g-spot and his tongue working your clit, you arch your hips into his fingers; subconsciously sliding up and down on them himself to the point where he decided to add a third finger causing you to gasp.

He pulls at your clit with his lips, sucking and nibbling very lightly. The burning of wanting to cum starts to ache into your lower abdomen as your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head from his stimulation.

Just before your climax Robby removes all touch from your body, causing a groan of protest and annoyance to fall past your lips as you lazily rest on your elbows to look up at him as he starts unbuckling his pants.

"I'm not giving you that pleasure, at least not now" Robby says, running his tongue over his lips in delight.

He slips off his black jeans before tugging off his grey shirt and throwing it behind him, he takes his place back in between your thighs causing you to spread them wider and wrap them around his waist.

He runs his hands across your thighs whilst keeping eye contact, he uses his other hand to pull his boxers down to reveal his full hard on. Robby leans his body in so the tip of his cock rests at the entrance of your soaked and sensitive pussy.

"Is this okay?" He breaks out of dominance, his tone laced with worry as he furrows his eyebrows.

"Yes please Robby..." You're able to whisper aloud.

Without hesitance he slips his cock all the way inside you, his tip already hitting your back wall causing your eyes to roll back as a drown out moan falls behind. Robby's eyes squeeze together at your tightness, it had been three months since intercourse between you two so you were much more tight than before.

"Shit..." Robby curses as he needed a minute to adjust in fear of cumming to soon.

Slowly he started rocking his hips against yours, with so much deepness that he hit your g-spot multiple times. You started to get drowsy from all of the pleasure as you let out unnoticed moans and your eyes glazed over with lust.

"Robby..." You manage to moan out as he speed up his thrusts, his hands go to your knees as he leans more into you to accelerate his thrusts.

He pushes one of your legs closer to your stomach bending down closer to your body, hitting a whole other angle for you with such force causing your hands to scratch at his back. One hand falls against his back as you trail the other one to his hair; tugging lightly to which he moans lowly into your ear.

"Shit Robby..." You barley moan as you start to feel your stomach tighten, your heart beating vastly with the anticipation of cumming.

You clench your walls around his cock as he keeps hitting your back wall, Robby attaches himself to your neck; his lips biting and sucking at your collar bone.

He nearly snatches the top half of your dress down just to expose more skin as he starts panting and moaning, his hips starting to burn from how fast he was moving with each individual thrust into your pussy.

You're able to flip him over so you were riding him, your hair flys against your shoulders as you bounce on his cock, clenching around him to give him even more pleasure.

Robby's hands find their way to your hips as he starts thrusting upwards against your hips with each bounce you take, his head falls back up against the wood as his his cock starts twitching inside you.

Without warning you cum around his cock causing Robby to squint his eyes and slam into you one last time as he cum's inside of you, he forces your hips to stay in place as he lets out a moan as his cum starts to spill out of you.

Thank god for the pill.

You both start panting, feeling the after affects from such movements catch up to you as you lean down and place your head up against his chest, his hand wraps around your lower back as you both try to calm yourselves down.

A few moments went by and you're able to lift up and rest both of your elbows against his head, you look down at him while he looks up at you. His eyes move back and forth to yours, before you press your lips against his.

He lets the kiss last before you pull away, you slide off of him and manage to stand on your own as you pick up your underwear before sliding them back on, Robby sits up and tugs on his boxers as you grab his clothes and walk over to him.

Robby looks at you and then the clothes before taking them and slipping them on, there's a moment of silence as he does so, and you move back and forth on your feet waiting patiently until he's done.

Robby walks towards you and presses his hand against your cheek softly as your cheeks redden, "I'm sorry" He says softly, looking down.

Your hand goes to his wrist which was against your cheek, you walk closer to him "no Robby... I'm sorry, I should've visited you; with or without my dads word..." You say lifting his chin up to look at you.

"I love you..." He says as he pulls you into a hug, laying his head on yours.

"I love you too Robby..."

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Requested!!!

✦︎ STARKEYSPRINCESS KINKTOBER ‘24 ✦︎

each fic will be posted on FRIDAYS (exact dates below) + they will be linked onto this masterlist once they’re posted.

there is a mix of both rafe + trevor (hellraiser)

the titles are still in the works but they will be updated as soon as i come up with them along with the contents. I’m only doing 5 cause I don’t have the brain capacity to do one per day. this is my very first kinktober which I’m both excited & nervous but i hope y’all will enjoy it !!

warnings: 18+ mdni, contains dark/taboo content, sexual themes

October 4th feels too good to be wrong ⟢ stepbro!rafe ⤷ contains: stepcest, pillow humping, guided masturbation

October 11th make you mine forever ⟢ trevor (hellraiser) ⤷ contains: breeding & praising

October 18th you’re mine, not his ⟢ stalker!rafe ⤷ contains: dubcon, stalking, restraints + use of blindfold

October 25th name TBD ⟢ rafe x reader x trevor ⤷ contains: threesome + dvp

October 31st name TBD ⟢ ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader ⤷ contains: dubcon, primal (pred + prey), knife play, blood

EXTRA(S) ⟢ rafe fucking you in the house of mirrors

tagging a few moots: @oceandriveab @rafeyscurtainbangs @babygorewhore @xxbimbobunnyxx @drudyslut @rafesthroatbaby @sturnioloshacker @bunnyrafe @drewstarkeys-world @heartsforvin @zyafics @nemesyaaa @starkeyisthelastname

©STARKEYSPRINCESS. 18+ content, mdni. do not copy, translate, or claim my writing as yours.