Outer Banks Dialogue - Tumblr Posts

okay so imagine jj knows you as this kinda aloof tomboyish girl but you take him home and fuck him in the frilliest baby blue bed possible

you guard the door with your back pressed against it, ringed hand held tightly around the brass doorknob behind you. "you can't make fun of me," your free hand points accusatorially at the blond's sternum, irises narrowing out of view. "there is going to be absolutely no commentary. no jokes, funny guy, you hear me?"

jj displays his palm in his surrender, licking over drying lips and nodding, using the motion to stop a growing smile. "you got it, sugar. take me home or lose me forever."

your wrist aches with the way you twist at the knob, but the lock clicks open and you welcome the male into your home. "stairs are on the right," the door thuds against its home when you swing it shut again, and chill bites at your toes against the weathered hardwood.

the stairs creak with both of your weights, and your fingers drift over the handle bar that follows the journey of them. a ping pong ball zig zags between your temples when you point at your bedroom, dark without the light and the door slightly ajar. jj fumbles for the light switch before a warm glow chases away the shadows, nipping at its feet until every crevice is swarmed with light. "oh jesus christ."

"what did i say?" you thwack him in the chest with the back of your hand when you shoulder in past him, making for a teddy bear that sits proudly at the head of your bed. "you're not allowed to say anything." you shove the poor stuffed animal under the covers, but jj is too observant to let it go.

he tongues at his cheek, drumming the pads of his fingers against the bureau by the door, brows skyrocketing for his hairline. "no no, nothing... nothing bad, i just.. did not expect this of you. that's all. got a little princess on my hands, don't i?"

the clematis flowers over the white canvas of your duvet are what catch his attention, and he accidentally bites his tongue. "this is the last time you're coming in here, asshole," you muscle out through a laugh, tossing a throw pillow in his direction. "knew you'd react like this. it was a bad idea to even show you were i live."

jj scoffs, shaking his head and catching the tossed item. "oh no, i knew where you lived the second i met you. i've got people."

posessive!rafe leaving bimbo!reader alone all day because he had errands to run so she hangs out with topper and later tells rafe all of the fun things they did together not knowing that after, he's decided she's never being left alone ever again and she'll come with him everywhere.

her hands clap together with excitement now, and she spins in her seat on the couch, glee twinkling in her eyes. "oh! and then we went swimming! his mom had a few extra bathing suits that she let me borrow, and there was one - oh rafe it was so cute!" she gasps. "she said it was when from she was younger, but it was this tiny little thing, and it was pink!"

he's hiding his scowl behind the guise of his palm, nodding along. "yeah, yeah, you love pink."

she nods, squirming with exaltation in her spot. "yeah! and.. and it was a little small, but that's okay, because we weren't swimming for long.. because then he took me on a ride with his jet.. jet.. what's it called?"

"jet ski?" he nearly grumbles, sitting back further in his seat beside you. "thought i told you those things were dangerous, baby. don't want you just getting on with anyone."

she nods. "i held on tight, don't worry. just like you showed me."

rafe nearly coughs, then, sitting up straighter. "yeah.. baby, how do you feel about going on my errands with me from now on? you'll get to wear all those pretty dresses i bought you, huh? i think that's a good idea."

hockey player!rafe cheering on his figure skater!girl during a competition and being seen by reporters and being asked questions about his NHL career and him being all like "shut up. i'm trying to watch my girl skate."

his breath fogs up against the glass that contains his girlfriend within he's standing so close, fingers resting on the barrier, rapping anxiously against it. he's got another game after her performance - one that will determine his chances of getting into the big leagues - and so he's dressed up to the neck in formal attire.

he watches as she spins around, uniform glittering under the arena's harsh lights, face spread into a faux smile to appease the judges, knees locked and toes pointed with every tight turn. "c'mon... c'mon.." he mutters, aware of the big spin she has coming up, an axel that she's been practicing for the past couple weeks.

there's a rap of fingers against his shoulder, one that he ignores the first time, until it repeats itself. "fuck off," he brushes them off, hands swatting at the appendages that pop his personal bubble. "i'm tryin' t'do something here, can't you see that?"

"rafe.. rafe cameron?" the reporter weasels in closer, trying to get a good view of his face, tape recorder in hand. "do you have anything to say about your upcoming game? anything to comment on?"

he scoffs, not even giving the petite woman a passing glance, jaw ticking with annoyance as y/n lands the turn, the surrounding crowd erupting in a flurry of cheers. "yes!" he whispers, clapping his hands. "can you fuck off a bit? trying to see my girl, and you're getting in my fuckin' way."

Just iimagine Topper breaking the news to the pogues that youve been effing rafe this whole time during his rant before the pogues get on the plane

you're nestled into the spot on the plane's stairs right next to pope, knee bouncing anxiously against the metal step while sarah and john b speak with an angry topper who's sporting a nasty bruise that rings his right eye. your ears have been stuffed with metaphorical content, their shared, angry diction muffled as it passes through your ear drums. that is, until you hear your name spoken.

topper's pointing an angry finger in your direction, the digit wavering in his trembling rage, lips curled into a snarl. "oh and you," he scoffs. "you wanna talk about lies? how about you tell them, huh? since we're all sharing our fucking secrets?"

your heart thuds in your chest before it plummets into the pit of your belly, disintegrating in the churning stomach bile that seems to lick up your abdomen and set your entire body aflame. "me? i.. i don't know what you're talking about."

you swallow the growing lump in the pit of your throat while pope shifts next to you to properly get a good look at you, brows knitting with confusion. "you're not going to tell them?" topper seethes, looking past the two figures in front of him to find your diverting gaze. "i will then."

your lips part, heart wailing in your ears. "topper-"

"this little princess," he points once more. "this little princess is fucking your brother, sarah." when sarah stumbles over her words, baffled, topper continues. "yup, she's been in rafe's pants so much that she might as well be part of the cameron family."

pope immediately rises, and you follow suit, scrambling up from the steps and onto the hot tarmac. "is that true?" sarah whispers, a horrible mess of defeat and betrayal sopping from her words like thick magma. "are you.. with my brother?"

you wrestle with your hands, cheeks a furnace while perspiration begins to dot at your hairline. "listen.. i uh.. i have a really good explanation for this. just hear me out."

rafe x gf!reader hanging out at his place and his toddler sister won't leave them alone but reader loves it because she's so cute 🥹

the scruff of a five o'clock shadow brushes against your thumb when you draw rafe in closer, noses knocking against each other when he goes to chase after the taste of your tongue once again. he huffs out a breath of air out of his nose when you whine into his mouth, fingernails scraping at his scalp. your lips are inevitably swollen, saliva dribbling out from the corner of your lips when you slide into his lap, sitting down on the aching bulge that pushes out from his unbuckled slacks, grinding with only the thin layer of your panties in the way.

"love this shirt," he grumbles against your mouth, thumbs melding into the bulge of your pelvic bones.

he's referring to the spillage of your breasts from the revealing t-shirt you're wearing, cleavage demolishing his need for imagination and delving headfirst into porno territory. of course, it had been for his eyes only, but it didn't stop the immediate twitching of his dick between his legs when you had stepped out of the bathroom to show it off.

however, before he can manage to wrangle with the button of your skirt to better wrestle it up your hips, there's a patter of tiny fists against his door. "oh jesus christ," he grouses against your cheek when you pull away.

"oh be nice," you admonish through a heavy breath, easing off his lap to adjust your clothing. "she just wants to spend time with you."

rafe groans, falling back onto the bed to run his hands over his exasperated expression. "she always fuckin' does this! why can't we go to your place or something?"

another eye roll from you, and you're opening the door, allowing the young girl to come barreling in with art pieces bundled in her fists. "rafe! rafe!" she gasps, excited, struggling in her ascent onto the bed. "look what i made at school today!"

you close the door once more, joining the pair and slipping into a free spot next to the male. "wow, you did this all by yourself?" you gasp in exaggerated wonder, taking the crumpled pieces of paper, which are splattered with finger paintings of various shapes and sizes. "these are incredible! i think we've got a van gogh on our hands, huh?"

the compliment soars over her head when she crawls over her brother's chest, poking her fingers into his jaw to get him to reveal his face. "uh huh!" she affirms, flashing her missing teeth. "we did it in art!"

rafe hums, taking a painting that you're offering him and taking a quick pass at it. "looks great, kid," he sighs, handing it back to the kid. "daycare was good?"

"school," she corrects with a scowl, unpleased with the categorization of herself into something other than actual education, regardless of his correct statement. "but yeah!"

"great." he snips, nearly groaning when she accidentally rolls over onto his lap. he shoves her off, albeit gently, and rises to go to the bathroom to fix himself up. "hey, listen, how about you go show dad, alright? sure he'd love it. we'll see you later, alright?"

"rafe!" you hiss in a whisper. "she can spend time with us.. i think it'll be fun!"

he clicks on the bathroom light, not bothering to turn around to answer you. "tell that to this thing you've left me with. it'll take forever to go down."