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[kittykatinc]

how jj reacts when you’re not turned on

cw: smutty at the start but finishes fluffy (not meant to be sexy, it’s an awkward situation therefore this fic is kinda awks)

jj slips his hand down into your shorts, his fingers nudging your panties to the side and dipping inbetween your folds. his finger slides down your slit, going to collect your arousal from your vagina.

only to be met with slight dryness. it wasn’t dry but jj knew the difference between general wetness and aroused wetness.

he looks up at you as you’re still focused on your phone, he figures he may have rushed into it a little bit. so he dips his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses down your soft skin.

you let out a soft hum, making him smirk. the hum was from pleasure, yet you just didn’t feel turned on. he leaves a faint hickey on the side of your neck, flicking his tongue over it one last time before finding a spot near your collarbone.

he places firmer kisses against your collarbone and his fingers begin to move again. you naturally lift your hand up to play with his hair, his lips twitch up into a smile and he pulls his face back to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, mama…” jj murmurs, his fingers attempting to dip into your hole. yet, he can just tell that you don’t want it, he looks up at you— his eyes finding yours and sighs.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks softly, his eyes glistening with worry.

“nothings wrong… i’m sorry- i’m just not- i don’t know im just not feeling it” you sigh, frustrated that you’re not aroused. he shakes his head and sits up, leaning back against the headboard.

“don’t be silly, sweet girl…” he pulls you into him, his touch soft as he runs his fingers over your back. “don’t be sorry either, you’re okay…” he adds, his voice soft and soothing.

“i don’t know why i’m not turned on… it’s not you” you mumble, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“sometimes you just don’t feel it and that’s okay” he gives you a small squeeze, kissing your head.

“but next time i want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me you’re not feeling it… i don’t want you going along with it for my sake…” he tells you firmly, you nod and he looks down at you, kissing your forehead.

“you think you can tell me next time?” he asks softly, you nod and mumble a quiet ‘yes’ in response. he smiles and pushes some hair out of your face. “atta girl…”

“don’t ever hide how you’re feeling from me, okay?”

an: this happened to me with my ex once and he was such a dick about it so i’m using jj to help me be less embarrassed by it :)) i kinda hate thisss

[kittykatinc]

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑶𝑾 & 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑺 . JJ's Deep Sea Charters Commercial ( x ) .

[kittykatinc]

Hiii I realized that rafe is the oldest sibling and probably has oldest sibling syndrome so what if reader is also the oldest sibling of a large family so she knows how to handle him when he doesn’t want to always take care of things and be overlooked by his family also it would be cute if rafe gets involved in readers family when he can’t handle his…. reader is a kook and her littler siblings see rafe as a big brother so he feels accomplished and accepted??

this is so cute! i love your brain omg

you can always tell when rafe pulls up to your house without him telling you. your siblings scream excitedly and immediately run out to his car as soon as he turns the engine off.

he picks your little sister up and kisses her cheek as your two brothers hug him tightly.

“we missed you…” your little sister mumbles as she hugs him as best as she can with her little arms. he chuckles and rubs her back.

“i missed you guys too, what have you been up to?” he asks them softly, the tone he only uses with you and your family.

you watch them from the porch as all three of your siblings immediately start telling him what they’ve been doing since he last saw them.

as he makes his way towards the house, they follow him like little ducklings following their mom. when he reaches you he wraps an arm around you and presses a gentle kiss against your soft lips, pulling back and giving your waist a squeeze.

“hey, sweetheart” he smiles, his attention taken away before you can even utter a greeting back. you don’t mind though, it’s all worth it when you see the smile on his face as they talk to him.

you chuckle and head back into the house, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack as rafe sits down on the sofa with your siblings. your oldest brother showing him the new video game he got and your sisters little hands grabbing at his face.

he smiles and shows interest in everything they have to say, his heart is warm as they all chatter away. it somehow swells even more when you join them, sitting down next to him and curling into his side.

your youngest brother climbs into your lap and starts talking to rafe, he talks right over his brother but neither of them seem to care.

it’s very chaotic but he wouldn’t change it for the world, he loves them to death. it only makes him more excited for his future family.

“rafey…?” a small voice breaks through the chatter, it’s your sister. rafe turns his head to look at her as she’s still tucked up in his arms.

“yes, sweetheart?” he brushed his thumb over her chubby cheek as she begins to speak.

“are you going to marry my sister?” she asks, her voice small yet confident. rafe immediately blushes and chuckles, patting her head softly.

“hopefully… if she’ll say yes” he whispers, his tone mockingly concerned. your sister turns her head to you, a cute “stern” expression on her face.

“you better say yes. then rafe will be with us forever and ever” she grins excitedly, her tiny fingers wrapping around rafe’s thumb.

“yeah… he’s not going anywhere, don’t worry” you chuckle, her face relaxes as you reassure her.

“yay!” your brother exclaims as he basically throws himself at rafe, wrapping his arms around him. rafe gladly accepts the embrace with a smile on his face.

he can’t wait to start a family of his own. he already loves your siblings so much, he can’t even begin to imagine how much he’ll love his own children.

[kittykatinc]

— TAP OUT PARADE

fawn!reader x jarhead!jj maybank

summary: it's the end of jj's basic training, and the only person he invited to his graduation was his dad. will he be there to tap him out?

cw .ᐟ fluff, abandonment issues

jj was scared to finish basic training, not for what it meant after, but for his graduation. every event in his life, he was alone. a little boy searching the crowd for his father, who never came.

he knew it would be the same at the end of training. he'd be stood with his fellow marines, watching them all reunite with their families while he stood alone— waiting for something that would never come.

the marines stood in lines, all hands behind their backs, stood up straight. faces unwilling to break, waiting to be tapped out. jj's jaw was clenched, teeth tight against each other.

his eyes stayed forward, glued to the horizon as his comrades began to break. girlfriends in arms, moms around their bodies, babies placed upon their chest for the first time.

jj stood waiting, still somehow thinking that his dad would show. he never did know when to call it quits. never could accept that his dad wasn’t the man he wanted him to be.

the lines of marines starting to disperse, barely fifty men left stood alone. jj the only man left stood on his row, besides his sergeant, his platoon already off and celebrating with their family.

he can feel the tears threatening his eyes, the whites growing red as he desperately tries to hold them in. stood alone is one thing, stood alone crying is another.

his eyes shut, forcing himself calm. his hands still clasped behind his back, stood up straight. trying to remain the picture perfect marine.

jj knows he must be one of the only boys left. knows his sergeant is going to have to be the person to tap him out of the parade. he’s already praying he’s not placed with any of the same men on his first campaign. couldn’t face the shame of them knowing he had no one who cared enough to come.

he feels the slow hand on his shoulder, can’t bear to open his eyes. but the hand moves, wraps around his neck as the other joins. now he knows there’s so way in hell no matter how depressing the situation is, his sergeant wouldn’t dare hug him.

jj’s eyes open, looking to you. his sweet girl who’s never left the town she was born in, now half way across the country. his breath chokes out as he breathes, arms instantly wrapping around your frame.

“oh my god,” jj chokes out, tears free falling from his eyes. face buried in the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of you he’d missed so much. “what are you— how are you— baby, you’re here.”

his calloused hands grasp your cheeks, holding your face to look up at his. his eyes red raw, near enough bloodshot. “couldn’t leave you standing alone.” you whisper, hands mirroring his position, his skin soft against your fingers.

“i’m sorry it took me so long,” your soft voice barely finishes the sentence before jj’s shaking his head, pulling your body back into his arms. “i don’t care, you’re here, i— god, pretty girl i can’t believe it.” jj mutters against your skin, half chuckling in disbelief.

his hand slips into yours, intertwining his fingers with your own as he leads you away from the courtyard. walking toward the crowd of his fellow marines and their families. “how did you even get here?” jj asks softly, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“you convince your daddy to drive you?” he asks, another kiss pressed to the top of your head. his hand never leaving yours. his brows furrow as you shake your head no, a mischievous smile on your face, trying to stay hidden behind your bitten lip. “no?” he chuckles out, eyes glued to your own.

thinks it must have been your mother then, maybe you saved up enough for the flight. someone from town must have driven you to the airport. “hitchhiked.” you whisper, doe eyed.

“you what?!” jj mutters, a little louder than intended. causing the eyes of some fellow marines on the two of you. “you did what, baby?” he repeats, trying to soften his voice on the second time.

“hitchhiked,” you murmur again. “i know it’s dangerous, but jayj, i wanted to be the one to tap you out.”

he can barely stay mad at you at the best of times, let alone looking at the little pout on your face and the fact you’d travelled miles just to be here, for him. “just don’t do that again, ‘kay?” he warns, softly.

a swift nod of your head, and jj’s already placing another kiss to your forehead. his arms tightly wrapping around you once more, like he can’t bear to go any longer without touching you. “c’mon, wanna introduce you to my boys.”

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How Rafe reacts when you get catcalled

The sun’s starting to set as you two walk out of the grocery store, the air is warm and sticky. You’re having a tub of some random, cheap ice cream that Rafe definitely didn’t want to buy.

“Why do you even want that?” he muttered, tossing the pint into the cart when you begged. “This shit’s not even real dairy. I can take you somewhere nice.”

But he paid for it anyway. Because you smiled at him. Because you called him Rafey in that voice and he’s weak for you.

“Who needs all that fancy stuff when this works just fine?” you tease, digging your spoon into the cheap chocolate fudge.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Rafe grumbles, adjusting his sunglasses as he walks beside you, making a show of eyeing the parking lot.

You laugh, ignoring the way his eyes flicker to a man leaning against one of the nearby cars, the guy’s attention glued to you as you take another bite. It doesn’t hit you right away, but Rafe’s posture stiffens, the smile on his lips turning into something harder, more dangerous.

To you, it was just another car, just another guy lighting a cigarette. But Rafe noticed. Noticed how the guy was looking at you. Noticed how his eyes dipped, too long, too low, to your shoulder where your bra strap had slipped.

And when you licked your spoon again, “Hey,” the guy called out, slow and gross, eyes never leaving your skin. “That ice cream lookin’ real good on you, baby.”

Your heart drops, suddenly you’re too aware of your surroundings. You try shrug it off but your hands are suddenly shaking, your eyes meet Rafe’s, only to find him already locked onto the guy.

The tension in his jaw is sharp. His fingers twitch, then curl into fists, and before you can even ask what’s going on, the bags hit the pavement and Rafe is already there, grabbing the guy by the hair, yanking him forward with a force that makes the man stumble.

“You like looking at her?” Rafe shouted, driving his knee into the guy’s stomach. “You wanna talk to her like that? In front of me?”

The guy choked, trying to scramble, but Rafe wouldn’t let him move. He fisted his hand in the guy’s hair and yanked, hard, forcing his face inches from your shoulder.

“You see that strap?” he growled. “That what got your attention, huh? You want a closer fucking look?”

“Rafe–” you tried, but his body was wound like a livewire.

He shoved the guy’s face toward your shoulder, snarling. “Look at it. Go on, since you’re so fucking curious.”

The guy whimpered something, but it was cut off by Rafe’s uppercut, bone-cracking and loud. Blood splattered everywhere. Then another punch. Then another. And another.

The guy dropped to the ground, but Rafe didn’t stop.

He straddled him right there on the hot asphalt and beat the shit out of him, fists raining down fast and merciless. You heard people shouting in the distance, maybe someone yelling to call the cops. But you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“You don’t get to fucking look at her,” Rafe spat, blood dripping from his knuckles. “You don’t get to breathe around her.”

The guy coughed, barely conscious, twitching under him. And finally, Rafe stood panting, bloody, trembling with adrenaline. He looked at you like he just remembered you were standing there. His jaw clenched, and then he stalked toward you, his hand finding yours, leading you away from the scene to his truck, grocery bags forgotten.

“Anyone fuckin’ talks to you like that again,” he mutters, lips pressing against your knuckles. “And I’ll finish it.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him strap you in the passenger seat, kiss your jaw, and drive you home with a bloodied hand on your thigh. Because in his own, crazed way, he always made you feel safe.

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when jj uses a paintbrush on you . . .

cw: jj x artsy!reader, SMUT, inspired by p!link (18+), very inappropriate use of a paintbrush lol

You’re working. Paint smudged on your legs, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, sitting cross-legged on the floor with your back to him and a brush between your teeth. Concentrating. Creating.

JJ’s been watching you from the bed for the last ten minutes, towel low on his hips, hair still damp from the shower. He could be patient. Let you finish. But you’re sitting all pretty in just that old tee of his and panties, legs bare and thighs peeking out, and the jar of brushes by your side looks like too much of an opportunity to waste.

So he comes up behind you, leans down, mouth brushing your ear. “You always look fuckin’ hot all concentrated,” he murmurs, plucking the smallest detail brush from the jar.

You barely glance at him. “JJ, I’m busy.”

“You were busy.” He pushes your shirt up, fingers sliding up your inner thigh. “Now you’re not.”

Before you can argue, you’re flat on your back on the floor, breath caught in your throat as JJ settles between your legs. His towel is gone now, thrown off somewhere careless. He’s got that slow, smug smirk on his lips like he already knows he’s won. “Let’s try something,” he says, twirling the brush. “You gonna let me paint, right?”

You nod. He hooks his free hand under the waistband of your panties and drags them down, slow, teasing, uses two fingers to part your folds, baring you completely to him. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Look at that. You’re pretty like this, baby.”

You squirm, heat flooding your face, and he just grins. Spreads you a little wider with his fingers. He brings the soft tip of the paintbrush to your clit. Barely a touch but you jolt, “Oh—JJ!”

“Oh, baby,” JJ says, eyebrows raised like he’s delighted. “That sensitive?” He circles it. Teasing, light, maddening strokes, like he’s testing you, like you’re something to be examined and admired.

He keeps you open with his fingers, thumb pressing down just enough to expose your whole soaked, swollen center while the bristles flick lightly over your clit. It’s unbearable. “Jay—”

“Shh,” he coos, brushing lower. “Gotta be patient. Let me paint you good, babe.” He slides the brush further down, drags it slowly between your folds, watching your hips twitch. Watches your stomach tighten and your hands curl into the drop cloth beneath you.

“You gonna come like this?” he taunts. “From a fuckin’ paintbrush?” The bristles catch on your clit again, quicker now, just a little firmer, and you whimper, hips grinding helplessly into nothing.

“Jesus, you’re dripping,” he groans. “You want me to dip the handle in and see how far it goes?”

You moan in response, thighs tensing a little. He leans in. Breath hot against your thigh. Still circling, still teasing. “Yeah, I bet you do. You want me to fuck you with this tiny little thing, huh?”

And then, he stops, presses the brush flat against your clit, not moving it, just holding it there while you writhe. You gasp. “JJ—!”

“Oh baby,” he laughs. “Look so fuckin’ gorgeous beggin’ to get fucked with a paintbrush like this.” He rubs a thumb over your slick entrance, just to feel it, while the brush starts working your clit again, slow and steady now, and when you start to fall apart, when your thighs begin to shake and your back arches off the floor, he growls “C’mon, baby. Let go f’me, yeah?”

And you do. You fall apart with the brush still in his hand, with his fingers between your folds, and your own paint drying on your thighs. JJ sits back and grins like a man proud of his work, spinning the sticky brush between his fingers. “Hope that wasn’t your favorite one.”

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Needy

You and JJ had taken the boat out onto the marsh for a little bit just to escape the noisiness of the group and spend some time together. He was standing behind the wheel of the boat, even though it was anchored, and tapping his hands on it along with the music that was lowly playing on the radio. You smiled over at him as you sat on the edge of the boat, working on picking the sticker off a beer bottle. After a few moments of comfortable silence between the two of you, you set the bottle down in a cup holder before walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his middle, your face pressed into his back. He smiled softly, his hands coming to rest on top of your forearms, tracing light lines over your skin. “Hey.” “Hi.” You mumble with a small smile, face buried in the fabric of his shirt. Your hands slowly start to trail a bit further down, your fingertips finding the skin of his abdomen just above the waistband of his board shorts.

JJ doesn’t move for a second, he just tenses. He was used to being the one who makes the first move. Who teases. Who touches. But you having your arms around him right now was, in a way, a new feeling. You smirked to yourself as your fingers dip below his waist band ever so slightly, tracing small lines back and forth under the fabric as if you had no idea what you were doing. He let out a small groan, although he tried to bite it back. “Y/n…” You hum into his back, not saying any words yet as you gently lean up towards his neck to press soft kisses under his ear. “Fuck…” You smile contentedly at his muttered swear word, getting a little more persistent with your kisses on his neck as you felt him tip his head to the side to give you more room. “You gotta stop doin’ that, baby.” JJ huffed, trying to regain control of his body. You spoke softly, being so close to his ear. “What exactly am I doing?”

You knew exactly what you were doing. “Taking the wheel… and I like driving.” He sighed, turning to face you, his hands finding your hips. “You still can… just later.” Your fingers were still tracing the skin just above his waistband, and you could feel his muscles tighten every time they ventured just a little bit lower. “How can you just stand there all casual like you’re not actively turning me inside out?” He tilted his head as he looked down at you. You shrugged with a small smile. “Would you rather me be panicking?” He opened his mouth to respond, intending to say something cocky, but when your fingertips graze the skin over his hip bone, his words dissipate, and a small groan just leaves his lips. “Okay, I give up. You win. What do you want?” You shook your head, brushing your nose up against his. “Nothin’. Just like making you antsy.” He nudges your nose back as he spoke in a low tone. “I’m usually the one doin’ that.” “I know.” You reach up and gently undo the first button of the shirt he had thrown on after taking a nap that afternoon and he chokes back what probably would have been a whine. “You’re not even trying, and I’m over here falling apart.” He huffed. “That’s the fun part.” You smile when he moved back a bit, now leaning back against the side of the boat, almost sitting on it as he let you stand in between his legs. “Please.” His eyes searched yours, his tone pleading. “Please what?” You tease with an amused smirk. You didn’t think this would work this well. He didn’t answer with words, he just grabbed both sides of your face and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss wasn’t slow, it was needy, his lips moving against yours with a hunger he couldn’t hide anymore. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, nipping on the bottom one before pulling back… you were starting to lose the upper hand. Your knee slipped between his legs, pressing against him in the same way he had done to you so many times before and he sucked in a breath. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/n, I swear to God…” “You swear to God what?” You smirk, going to speak again but your words were cut off by his lips. This kiss was a little softer, but still just as needy. His tongue slipped between your lips as he groaned over the sweet taste of you and his hands gripped onto the skin of your hips. When he pulled back, there was a little string of saliva connecting your mouths, which earned a little whimper from you, as much as you were trying to act unaffected. You smile softly as you look at him. “You’re easy.” He groaned and dropped his forehead to your collar bone, pressing himself a bit harder against your knee. “I really am.”

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WHERE THE TIDE WAITS series masterlist

He promised her he’d come back. She never asked what would be left of him when he did.

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x bsf!fem!reader SUMMARY: they kissed just minutes before his deployment, turning friendship into a fragile, blooming love stretched across distance, silence, and sand. while JJ writes her letters stained with dirt and want, she sends back pieces of home — words, pictures, memories — to keep him tethered. This is a story of long-distance devotion, aching tenderness, and a love that waits like the sea: constant, restless, and forever reaching. WARNINGS: nsfw 18+ (some parts), language, bsf to lovers, long distance, no use of y/n, english isn't my first language

STATUS: ONGOING

📜 CHAPTERS

CHAPTER 1: I'll BE YOUR SOLDIER – on the morning of his deployment, you finally tell JJ how you feel—and in the space between a kiss and a promise, everything changes. CHAPTER 2: KISSES LIKE PROMISES, LETTERS LIKE GHOSTS – weeks after JJ’s departure, his first letter arrives — chaotic, misspelled, and full of all the aching things he couldn’t say when he left. (coming soon) CHAPTER 3: MISSED YOU, MISSED CALL – you wait up all night for a call that never comes — until his voice finally breaks through the static, full of apologies and love that still burns hot even through the hurt. (coming soon) CHAPTER 4: FOR YOUR EYES ONLY (NSFW 18+) – after a teasing conversation with Sarah and Kie, you take a risk and send JJ polaroids tucked inside your next letter — delicate, daring, and only for him. >>> to be continued...

🗂️ BONUS FILES: CLASSIFIED EMOTIONS

📎 SUBJECT 0375: The Ghost with Golden Hair – JJ’s military profile. Scars. Stats. The parts of him the army owns now. 📎 ECHOES OF HER: An Unofficial Report – Everything he remembers about her. And everything he tried to forget. 📎 COMMS LOST: Recovered Fragments – Texts. Drafts. Unspoken confessions.

🐚 FRAGMENTS WASHED ASHORE

01. THAT NIGHT ON THE DOCK 02. THE WAY SHE SMILES 03. SONGS I LISTEN WHEN I MISS YOU 04. WHERE THE WATER MEETS THE SKY

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───────── ୨ৎ KOOK!OLDER!JJ BUYING A PRIVATE HOUSE JUST SO YOU CAN BE LOUD.

──  ˙ ̟  !!    ꣑୧ kook!older!jj x reader

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cw: really filthy, multiple rounds, sex on the floor the counter the stairs, dom!jj & rough!jj, p in v + oral sex (f receiving) mdni.

your jaw drops when you pull into the driveway. The house is private, modern, tucked behind trees with no neighbors in sight. Giant windows. Big open spaces. A deck that overlooks the city lights.

“This is yours?” you gasp, stepping out of the car, blinking like it might vanish if you stare too hard.

jj walks up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist from behind. “Ours.”

“Why?”

He smirks, pressing his mouth to your ear. “Because I’m fuckin' sick of holding back.”

That night, he proves it.

He slams you up against the floor to ceiling windows, the city below you—watching. your moans echo against the glass as he pounds into your hole from behind, hand gripping your throat, sweat dripping down both your spines. No more neighbors. No more thin walls. No more muffled cries.

your screaming his name by the third round, nails clawing his back, head thrown back as he growls, “Louder, baby. No one’s gonna hear but me.”

then later, your both traveling around the damn house.

He catches you halfway up the stairs—hands gripping your hips, yanking you back against him so hard your gasp echoes off the high ceilings. your dress rides up in seconds, panties pulled to the side as he bends you forward, one hand braced on the step above you, the other fisting your hair.

“Don’t climb away from me,” jj growls, voice rough from hours of moaning your name. Then he thrusts into you, deep and punishing, and your knees buckle on the steps.

“Hold on,” he pants, helping you grip the stair rail. “You wanted loud? Give it to me.”

And you do. your cries echo up the stairwell, broken and unfiltered, bouncing off the walls as he takes you hard enough to make the railing shudder.

then, the kitchen counter.

Later, when you stumbles into the kitchen for water, legs wobbly, shirt barely hanging on—he follows. Traps you against the fridge. Lifts you up onto the cold marble island, lips crashing into your, hands already tugging your poor legs apart.

“You thought I was done?” he asks against your neck, laughing low when you shiver under his touch. “I bought this whole damn house so I could fuck you on every surface.”

He spreads you out across the counter, grabbing a handful of ice from a glass nearby and trailing it between your breasts, over your stomach, until your twitching beneath him. Then he slides it down, lower, letting it melt into your folds before replacing it with his fingers—and finally, his cock.

you clutch the edges of the counter, breathless and shaking, as he pounds into your cunt, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the wide, open kitchen.

“Look at me,” he commands, and when you do—completely wrecked—he grins like a devil. “wanna watch ya fall apart for me right here.”

then, the living room floor. ( i know, crazy!)

He doesn’t even let you come down fully before he’s dragging you into the living room, both of you naked still, skin sticky with sweat and desperation. The lights are still on. The windows are still open. And jj doesn’t care.

He lays you out on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. No blankets. No pillows. Just you and the wood floor under your spine and him kneeling between your legs like a man who belongs there.

“You’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he whispers, kissing your ankles, your knees, your hips. “I could spend the rest of my life jus' making ya come.”

His mouth replaces his words, tongue dragging slowly, teasingly, over your folds until your sobbing his name. you fist his hair, hips rolling into his face, desperate and needy, until your back arches and you break apart for him again.

And then he slides into you, slow this time—so deep you gasp.

your eyes lock.

“This house?” he whispers. “It’s ours. But you?—you’ll always be just mine.”

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going to try to work on my first smut fic because i feel like if i dont do it now, ill never commit to it

[kittykatinc]

yacht days with rafe cameron

WARNINGS: suggestive content, rafe being a menace ofc, licking sweat, gross content ig, fem!reader, established relationship

A/N: to those that have sent in requests, i’m working on them right now!! this was just in my drafts ready to go. hopefully the requests should be coming out throughout the next day or two

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the heat of the sun is burning your skin and you can taste the tang of salt in the air. you and rafe have spent hours cruising through the waves, the boat cutting through the water like it’s nothing.

he’s leaning back on the deck, sunglasses on and a drink in hand. he seems effortlessly cool while you’re trying to catch your breath from the scorching heat. you’re laying on a deck chair, a melting drink beside you.

you feel him staring at you, eyes flicking down your body. you’re in practically nothing, the bikini not leaving much to the imagination. it’s sticking to you from the sweat but rafe doesn’t mind. he moves over to you and with his voice is a little rough from the heat he says “you look hot babe.” you can hear the cocky grin on his face.

you open your eyes, rolling them at your boyfriend “yeah well it’s like almost 100°F.”

“nah baby, that’s not the reason.” he moves to lay on top of you. protesting, you go to push him off you but it doesn’t work. his body is making it feel even hotter and you swear you can feel yourself start to sweat even more.

“rafeee,” you whine. “seriously, i can feel the sweat dripping down my tits”

at that, he lifts his head up. looking down at your chest, he can see a bead of sweat rolling down in between your boobs. you see the mischievous glint in his eyes and you knew he was about to do something gross. before you can process anything else, he takes his tongue and licks down the trail of sweat; eyes locked in yours the whole time.

your breath hitches and your pussy clenches. it’s dirty, it’s gross, it’s downright filthy…and you loved it.

rafe noticed the effect it had on you and smirked. taking his hand and pressing down on your pussy through your bikini bottoms, he says “i think we should do something to get our minds of this heat.”

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cw: playful/teasing slapping, p in v smut, sub!jj

The headboard’s slamming against the wall.

jj's hands are gripping the sheets, his knuckles white, sweat beading on his chest. your riding him like your possessed—hips snapping, thighs flexing, moans high and breathless, nails dragging down his chest just to watch him twitch.

He’s panting beneath you, voice rough and desperate. “Fuck, baby—Jesus—harder.”

you laugh—gorgeous, messy, flushed—and grind down even faster, the bed shaking under you two, the rhythm absolutely unforgiving. your not slowing down, not giving him a second. Just riding him like you own every part of him.

And you do.

“jj—” you gasp, hair clinging to your cheek as you lean down over him, still moving, still grinding deep and hard. “You’re so fucking loud.”

“You like it,” he grins, eyes rolling back.

Then—completely breathless—he blurts- “Hit me.”

you freeze just enough to blink at him, hips now grinding slow. “What?”

His grin turns wrecked. “Slap me. C’mon, baby. Do it.”

you blink, startled—then laugh, shaking your head with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. “You’re insane.”

but then?

you do it.

Just once—sharp, playful, a stinging slap to his cheek that leaves a pink mark and makes his mouth fall open. He moans, full body shuddering, head thrown back in bliss. you burst out laughing, still riding him, still moving as you watch his face twist in pleasure like you just handed him a drug.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, laughing, breathless, lips parted in shock and delight. “You’re actually into that shit?”

“You hittin' me?” he pants, eyes wild, “While you’re on top of me, tits bouncin', bed shaking? Fuck yes.”

you slap him again—lighter, gentler this time, laughing harder—and he grabs your hips, thrusting up into you like he’s losing his mind.

"im the only one able to do that, no one else gives ya marks," you smile, slamming down onto him again and again.

He nods, dizzy, ruined, grinning like a madman.

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──────── ୨ৎ  FINNY WALKING IN..

──  ˙ ̟  !!    ꣑୧ dad!jj x reader

DAD!JJ AU

cw: smut, p in v, getting caught by children!!, REQUESTED, before she got pregnant!

It starts like it always does—with you in one of his old T shirts, hair in a messy bun, laughing at something he mumbled under his breath in the kitchen. your washing dishes, He’s watching your hips sway.

The kids are occupied. liam's in the backyard. alex is napping. finny is (allegedly) watching a movie.

That’s all the opportunity he needs.

He crowds you from behind, hands already slipping under the hem of your shirt, lips dragging along your neck. “You’ve got five minutes before someone starts screaming again,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat.

“Four, actually,” you whisper back, already breathless.

He lifts you onto the kitchen counter without another word. Kisses you hard—messy, desperate—like he hasn’t had you in weeks instead of just two nights ago. His hands grip your thighs, pushes them apart, his cock already hard and pressed between them through the fabric of his sweats.

“Right here?” you gasp.

jj grins. “This house already knows, baby.”

He pulls your panties to the side and sinks into you in one smooth thrust. you cry out, grabbing onto his shoulders as he fucks into your cunt—deep and fast, just shy of losing control.

“You feel even better after givin' me three babies,” he growls, forehead pressed against your. “the fuck is that possible?” your close already. you both are. It's frantic. Mindless. The kind of sex that feels like survival.

And then— “Mom? Dad?” jj freezes. your eyes goes wide. Standing in the doorway: finny, blinking, holding a juice pouch.

you yelp, yanking jj's shirt down to cover yourself. jj spins, hands up, flushed all over.

“Buddy! ha ha,” he says, trying not to sound as breathless as he is. “You’re, uh.. up early from your movie.”

Finny squints. “Why’s Mom sitting on the counter?”

JJ clears his throat, pulling a dish towel off the handle and tossing it toward you. “She… oh! hurt her back so I was helping her stretch. Grown-up stretches. Super — I mean, very boring.”

“Okay,” the boy shrugs. “Can I have another juice?”

JJ practically launches toward the fridge. “Uh huh. Go take it back to the movie, yeah?”

Finny walks off like nothing happened.

You stare at JJ, still breathless, still flushed, half laughing, half dying of embarrassment.

“‘Grown up stretches?’ Seriously?”

He shrugs, stepping between your legs again, eyes gleaming. “You were stretching for something.”

You smack his chest. “We are never doing it in the kitchen again.”

But later that night, after the kids are asleep?

You definitely do. Twice. And this time, JJ locks the damn door.

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telling jj you’re pregnant . . .

cw: backstory for my girl!dad!jj x honeycomb!reader au, unplanned pregnancy, fluff/comfort themes.

You didn’t say much on the ride. Just held onto the back of JJ’s shirt tighter than usual, arms around his waist like maybe if you let go, the world would shift and swallow you whole. He didn’t press. Just drove you where you asked. The pier. It was always the pier when the house felt too small for what you were feeling.

When you got there, you walked ahead. He followed, glancing at your back every few steps. You sat at the edge, legs swinging over like always, but your arms stayed close to your chest. Curled in. Quiet. JJ lowered himself beside you. “You’re freaking me out, babe,” he muttered with a half-hearted laugh. “You— You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

You didn’t answer. His heart clenched. His body leaned toward yours instinctively. You pulled something from your hoodie pocket and handed it to him. Didn’t say a word. He took it. Looked down. Stared. And stared. Two pink lines. “What—” he breathed. “Is this…”

He looked at you, wide-eyed, searching your face like he wanted to see a smirk or hear you say just kidding. “Is this real?”

You nodded. Barely. “I don’t wanna do this alone, JJ,” you whispered. “Please don’t make me do this alone.”

“I… fuck.” He runs both hands over his face. “You’re serious.”

You nod. And that’s when it hits him. You’re scared. JJ shuts up. Every voice in his head goes quiet.

He reaches for your hand, not just to hold it, he brings it to his chest, pressing your palm over his heart, making sure you feel it beating for you. “Hey. Look at me. We’re gonna figure it out, alright? I swear to god, honey, you’re not doing this alone. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nod again, even though tears were welling now. Your throat burned.

He blinked fast and laughed nervously, rubbing his free hand through his hair. “Okay. Okay. We’ll figure this out. I’ll—I’ll get a job. That new auto shop over in Figure Eight, you know the one that opened last month? I’ll go apply. They’ll take anyone, right? I’ll work weekends. Evenings. Whatever it takes.”

He nodded to himself, already spiraling. “I can fix bikes, and boats, and cars, too, if they let me learn—shit, I’ll learn fast—”

You just sat there. Silent. Still.

“And we’ll need diapers. A crib. Clothes. Fuck, do babies need clothes right away? What if it’s cold? I’ll find something warmer, or—or maybe I can talk to John B about the spare room—”

Then, he paused. His eyes flicked to you again. And this time, you weren’t holding back tears. You were crying. Fully, like your chest cracked open and the sound of your own future knocked the wind out of you. JJ froze. “Hey. Hey, baby—”

You shook your head. “I wanted to go to university.”

“And you’re still gonna go,” he cuts in, like he’s promising it to the sky. “You’re still gonna do everything you wanted to do. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll watch the baby while you’re in class, I’ll—fuck, I’ll learn how to cook, okay?”

A loud sob rips through you. JJ catches the sound in his chest, pulls you close, wraps himself around you like he’s trying to shield you from the world. “You’re gonna go to uni, baby. You’re gonna be a mom and graduate and do all the things you dream about.”

“I don’t know how to be a mom,” you whisper.

“I don’t know how to be a dad either,” he says. “But I know how to love you. And I’m gonna love our kid like I love you.”

You let yourself cry into his hoodie. And JJ, seventeen years old and scared out of his goddamn mind, just held you there on the edge of that pier, rocking a little, kissing the top of your head, his own eyes burning with tears.

He thinks of all the things he never thought he’d get, a family, something his, someone who trusts him enough to bring this kind of truth to him first. You, shaking and teary, on a pier with a pregnancy test and nothing else but hope. He’d build the rest. For you. For the little one. For all of it.

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How Rafe reacts when you get catcalled

The sun’s starting to set as you two walk out of the grocery store, the air is warm and sticky. You’re having a tub of some random, cheap ice cream that Rafe definitely didn’t want to buy.

“Why do you even want that?” he muttered, tossing the pint into the cart when you begged. “This shit’s not even real dairy. I can take you somewhere nice.”

But he paid for it anyway. Because you smiled at him. Because you called him Rafey in that voice and he’s weak for you.

“Who needs all that fancy stuff when this works just fine?” you tease, digging your spoon into the cheap chocolate fudge.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Rafe grumbles, adjusting his sunglasses as he walks beside you, making a show of eyeing the parking lot.

You laugh, ignoring the way his eyes flicker to a man leaning against one of the nearby cars, the guy’s attention glued to you as you take another bite. It doesn’t hit you right away, but Rafe’s posture stiffens, the smile on his lips turning into something harder, more dangerous.

To you, it was just another car, just another guy lighting a cigarette. But Rafe noticed. Noticed how the guy was looking at you. Noticed how his eyes dipped, too long, too low, to your shoulder where your bra strap had slipped.

And when you licked your spoon again, “Hey,” the guy called out, slow and gross, eyes never leaving your skin. “That ice cream lookin’ real good on you, baby.”

Your heart drops, suddenly you’re too aware of your surroundings. You try shrug it off but your hands are suddenly shaking, your eyes meet Rafe’s, only to find him already locked onto the guy.

The tension in his jaw is sharp. His fingers twitch, then curl into fists, and before you can even ask what’s going on, the bags hit the pavement and Rafe is already there, grabbing the guy by the hair, yanking him forward with a force that makes the man stumble.

“You like looking at her?” Rafe shouted, driving his knee into the guy’s stomach. “You wanna talk to her like that? In front of me?”

The guy choked, trying to scramble, but Rafe wouldn’t let him move. He fisted his hand in the guy’s hair and yanked, hard, forcing his face inches from your shoulder.

“You see that strap?” he growled. “That what got your attention, huh? You want a closer fucking look?”

“Rafe–” you tried, but his body was wound like a livewire.

He shoved the guy’s face toward your shoulder, snarling. “Look at it. Go on, since you’re so fucking curious.”

The guy whimpered something, but it was cut off by Rafe’s uppercut, bone-cracking and loud. Blood splattered everywhere. Then another punch. Then another. And another.

The guy dropped to the ground, but Rafe didn’t stop.

He straddled him right there on the hot asphalt and beat the shit out of him, fists raining down fast and merciless. You heard people shouting in the distance, maybe someone yelling to call the cops. But you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“You don’t get to fucking look at her,” Rafe spat, blood dripping from his knuckles. “You don’t get to breathe around her.”

The guy coughed, barely conscious, twitching under him. And finally, Rafe stood panting, bloody, trembling with adrenaline. He looked at you like he just remembered you were standing there. His jaw clenched, and then he stalked toward you, his hand finding yours, leading you away from the scene to his truck, grocery bags forgotten.

“Anyone fuckin’ talks to you like that again,” he mutters, lips pressing against your knuckles. “And I’ll finish it.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him strap you in the passenger seat, kiss your jaw, and drive you home with a bloodied hand on your thigh. Because in his own, crazed way, he always made you feel safe.

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thinking of rafe cameron who gets grumpy when you have new nails he didn’t pay for

you’re sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone when rafe walks in. his gaze instantly lands on your hands as you’re absentmindedly admiring your freshly done nails.

“did you get your nails done?” he asks, plopping down beside you, one eyebrow raised.

you nod, showing him your hands proudly. “aren’t they cute? i tried going for something classy.”

rafe leans closer, inspecting the little snowflakes and glitter. “yeah, they’re cute,” he says slowly, but then his expression changes. “wait. who paid for this?”

you blink at him, confused. “um, i did?”

his brows furrow, and his lips press into a line. “you paid for them?” he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. “since when do you pay for this stuff? why didn’t you tell me you were getting them done?”

“baby, it’s fine. i didn’t think you’d want to pay for them every time,” you say, giving him a small smile, hoping to ease his mood.

but he just looks more offended. “what? that’s literally what i’m here for,” he argues, leaning back with his arms crossed. “you don’t need to be paying for things when you have me. what’s the point of me being your boyfriend if i’m not spoiling you?”

“baby,” you sigh, taking his hand in yours. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to spend money on me all the time. i don’t want to be that kind of person.”

he softens slightly, but he’s still frowning. “you’re not ‘that kind of person.’ i want to take care of you. i like taking care of you. it makes me feel good, okay?”

you smile at his little confession and lean into his side. “i know you do, but i don’t mind taking care of myself sometimes.”

“yeah, well,” he mutters, still slightly grumpy, “next time, tell me, so i at least have the option. i mean, these nails look expensive.”

“they weren’t that expensive,” you say, but he just shakes his head.

“don’t care. i’m paying next time,” he insists, pulling you closer, while scrolling on his phone.

rafe cameron venmo’d you $300.00.

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