#jj drabble

[stvolanis]

oh my gosh. jj acts like such a freaking virgin.

he’d get all flushed in his cheeks, his cock stirring in its confinements when your boobs bounce as you run around with Cleo on the beach. He acts like he’s never seen a nice pair of tits before! He desperately tries to cover his painfully obvious boner by readjusting himself, yet it makes him look all the more guilty as he bites his lip when his eyes meet the flush meat of your ass.

and when he finally gets to have you, he doesn’t last long. You’re grinding on top of him, your clothed cunt damp against his tan shorts—but you had to do a double take as you watched him cum in his pants. “M sorry mama, y’jus too pretty.” He whimpered when you continued to grind down onto him, his hands meeting your hips to help guide you.

he’d be completely drunk off of the taste of your pussy, ruggedly lapping at your cunt that he had the pleasure of cumming in. The bitter-sweet taste of the mixture of both of your release on his tongue had his mind spiraling, and your moans made him grind his cock onto anything he could like a bitch in heat. Just a “good boy, honey” and he’s so done for!! I love needy! virgin! subby! jj. We need more of him!! :)

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[cute-sucker]

note: this is pretty dark! so please tw for toxic relationship (with rafe obviously!!) + this is for liona (inspo)

short masterlist: part one here, part two here, part three here, part four here, part six here !

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rafe was following you.

you could almost feel his gaze on you from the diner sometimes. as if he was waiting to strike. the first time you saw him, he was standing outside the glass diner a strange expression on his face. clearly, he was high out of his mind as he tried to stumble and hang onto the street lamp. you had been talking with jj, him chuckling about you having whipped cream on your face - and you spotted him.

he was staring dead into your soul, and you felt your breath quicken pardoning yourself to the bathroom. no, you couldn't do this, and when jj asked you what happened you had whispered some excuse.

he knew where you were. your masterful escape hadn't been masterful after all.   

sometimes rafe scared you. it was the early stages of your pregnancy with him. the feeling of being so suffocated carrying his baby. and it wasn't like he didn't love you no, sometimes you cried to him fists drumming on his chest, screaming, wondering where you had gone wrong.

where had you gone wrong for him to be so punishing. for his protective cage to make you fall prey to him? it was the feeling that your heart would break if he whispered a bad word, and you hated it cowering against his heavy words and hoping that he wouldn't get you back from putting a toe out of line.

being with rafe had been some of the worst and best times of your life. it was when you got a taste of teenage freedom, putting out a small dress to sneak to a party, tasting punch and he was there. you looked a mess with pink glowy lipstick, shyly trying to ease into your new shining persona.

he saw you, a hopeless deer in headlights and suddenly if anyone tried to bump into you - he was there. it felt nice to be cared for, and sometimes he'd take it far. taking you anywhere in your car, and making sure that his hand wandered near your waist.

but it was after the baby that things went wrong. he was cursing at you for being so stupid to get pregnant. you had cradled your head in your chest as he cussed you out, heavy drums in your heart. he tried to persuade you first -

"you don't need a baby. no, you don't need one," he would coo, eyes red from whatever he was on, as you tried not to stop yourself from sobbing. you made miek sounds, practically folding into yourself as you rocked from side to side.

he took this as you disrespecting him, "hey?" he snapped his fingers, eyebrows furrowed as he clenched his jaw, "what the hell is wrong with you? fucking embarrassment," he would spit out, almost as if he was disgusted with your behaviour.

then you would whimper with sadness, and it only amplified his anger, "jesus christ. i'm always taking care of you, and this is how you reward me?" he barked, his voice sharp and unforgiving. you shook your head, telling him you were sorry.

you had your baby in the morning, an early baby. he wasn't even there in the reception, as her wrinkly face mewled for someone. you had tucked her into your lap, swearing - swearing to get away.

but then he came like your prince charming, eyes red while carrying a baby bag, and a stupid pink outfit that he told you she could wear. it was tacky and too big, yet you felt the need to cry. maybe this was a sign that he would change. maybe this was a sign from the gods. there was a forced smile on his face, as he looked at your sticky baby.

it finally came down to how he acted around the baby. never cleaning up after. after all, you were eighteen when you had her, practically children as if you were playing family. he was smoking, abusing drugs and then coming back to your apartment telling you he'd get better.

the day you left was a breath of fresh air.

so what was he doing coming after you? you tried to ignore it, but sometimes out of the blue - weeks after his first sighting, he would be looking at the glass window with a clear look on his face. as if he was going to come in, and yet he didn't. every single time you dared him with your eyes, meek hands shaking as you tried to stay away from that entrance.

at this point, your favourite place was next to the counter, next to jj where you could yap as much as you wanted. sometimes jj would tell you to shut it as he made food, because one time the two of you were talking and he'd messed up an order. the guy had yelled at him, and all jj could do was shrug, a playful smile on your face looking at your flushed face.

the two of you were taking it slow. you didn't know how to do it all, but since that day he sat you down in his lap, playing with the strands of your hair - you didn't know who you were to him. yet, it felt right laughing with him, letting him touch your waist leaving you completely rendered. you were under a spell as if he was the sun and you were the moon.

you were running back to him every single time, a bright smile on your face. after all he was the one who told you to go to art school. so that's what you did at night while leaving your baby at the elderly women's house. she was so sweet, as your baby girl blubbered and giggled. she was the grandmother you had always wanted for your little girl.

everything was fine.

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it would be a lie if jj said he hadn't noticed the strange guy staring at the glass from time to time. he was always there when you were, giving you a stare that could bring the dead back to life. jj didn't know who he was, and to be honest he was giving him the creeps.

you always seemed to stiffen whenever the guy came into view, and jj couldn't help but scowl when the jackass came to view. it was the only time he hated the wide glass windows in the diner. it meant that you had to see that guy peeking in.

what creeped him out even more was the amount that the guy stared. sometimes he came out drunk, eyes red as he stumbled onto the sidewalk. jj was waiting for him to come in. waiting for him to confront him - and yet for his whole ordeal, he had never taken a step inside the diner. he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"i like this dress," jj mused the next day you came in. he wiped the table looking up at you. the diner was closed up, and the little bell jingled he knew it was you. he didn't know how this became a thing - but you always came after things ended.

sometimes the two of you would share an ice cream sundae sitting next to the counter, sometimes he'd get you some chocolate milk - but never had he asked why you came.

you liked talking about your day during those times. you sat there all pretty and prepared, he'd never admit it but he liked how much you dolled up for him. there was always some flowery blouse you had on, or a tight skirt. sometimes it was a maxi skirt or some jeans. but you always look so pretty.

you smiled bashfully at the compliment, biting your lip as you tilted your head. you held your baby tight, and yet she wiggled out of your hands to make it to jj.

"oiagh," she sputtered out, "wah, wah," incomparable words but jj couldn't hlep but chuckle, lifting her up to look at her better. she was around 10 months now, her tiny curls in pigtails. she was wearing tiny overalls and a backwards hat.

"look at you," jj murmured, toying with her hat, "such a cutie," he sighed, and she shrieked with happiness as jj poked in her in the stomach. he couldn't help but gaze over at you. you had this dazed happy expression on your face that made him giddy with joy.

you wiped your babies drool, before pinching her cheek, "she wanted to look like you."

jj laughed, eying you in an incredulous look, "i don't wear overalls," he pointed out, tugging at the straps for her to only scream with joy again.

you rolled your eyes, "close enough. it's the cap for me."

"alright. alright. i'm not fighting with you mama. c'mon lemme get you something..." he paused pretending to think, and you giggled, "you want something sweet, am i right?"

"ding, ding, ding! a point for mr. mayback!" you drawled, before sitting next to the counter. "chocolate milk, please."

jj folded his arms, a teasing lit to his voice as he watched you fix your dress, "you're working me to the bone."

"i like my men hardworking."

"so you say."

then the two of you were off, talking about the different things that had happened. he told you about the mess with the muffins, and you talked about your favourite show. it was a perfect evening, and before you knew it you were yawning resting your head on jj's shoulder.

"you look tired," jj breathed out, softly moving your hair out of your face. you stirred, sleepy eyes looking at him a gentle smile gracing your face.

your heart stuttered staring at him, "it's that one that keeps me up," you said pointing at the tiny baby who was also asleep next to the couches. then suddenly you watched jj get up alert but thought nothing about it.

he finally spoke up, "how about you take a small nap?"

that sounded great to you, and before you knew it you were burrowing yourself in jj's sweatshirt, sleeping in a warm bed.

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jj was practically running while trying to keep up with the man in the window. he was there again when the two of you were speaking, and he hated it. like a stalker following your tracks, so jj did what he was best at.

act recklessly.

"hey! stop right there asshole."

the man turned around at the sound of jj’s voice, his expression shifting from one of eerie calm to a volatile mix of anger and amusement. he stopped in his tracks, turning to face jj with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"what do you want?" the man sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, rocking back on his heels as if he had all the time in the world.

jj’s eyes blazed with fury as he closed the distance between them, his fists clenched at his sides. "who the hell are you?"

the man scoffed, "i'm rafe. rafe cameron. i thought you'd know about me by now."

"i don't know what you're talking about fuckface."

for a moment, something dark flickered in rafe’s eyes, and his jaw tightened. but then, just as quickly, the mask of arrogance slipped back into place. "you're telling me you have no idea who you’re dealing with?"

jj's glare intensified. " listen man, i don't give a shit who you are," he started scoffing, "but i know the food looks great but you can't stay out there staring at people. it's messed up, makes you look like a creep. come in and get a bite or jus' fuckin' leave."

rafe’s laughter was cold and hollow, echoing in the empty street. "oh, i will. don’t you worry about that." he took a step back, his gaze never leaving jj’s. "but for now, i have better things to do."

and he jumped into his car, a shiny truck with blaring lights. all jj could do was look into the dark wondering who the hell rafe cameron was.  

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[sunfairiess]

finally after almost two months i wanna write again !! so yeah, a little jj drabble will come out shortly ♡

[probably-writing-x]

Pained

JJ x Reader

Summary: Reader and JJ are in a relationship despite her father telling her to stay away from him. One day she gets a call from Sarah or Kiara that he’s in the hospital- his dad beat him within an inch of his life. Luckily her dad is somewhere on the mainland for the next two weeks so she can sneak out. She doesn’t leave his bedside for anything but using the bathroom until he can leave the hospital. Maybe he’s in surgery when she gets there, and/or has to have emergency surgery, maybe his heart stops a few times from like internal bleeding or something.

Warnings: Discussions of abusive households and extensive injuries

You wake to relative silence in the room, only disturbed by the faint sound of JJ’s snores from behind you, his breaths deep and even. You snuggle yourself back into him and lace your fingers with his arm over your chest.

It wasn’t too often that the two of you got to spend the night together, once every couple of weeks at best. He’d stay at John B’s and you’d tell your father you were staying with Sarah, only to go straight to the Chalet when you got the chance. You’d crash in the spare bed and spend the whole night wrapped in each other’s arms. You were certain it was only on these nights that JJ ever got a proper night’s sleep.

He groans behind you and tightens his hold on you, a telltale sign that he would be waking up.

“Good morning,” You speak softly, tilting down your chin to kiss his knuckles.

JJ hums, pushing himself closer against you as if he wants the two of you to become one, “Not yet.”

You giggle and shift against his arms until he eventually loosens his grip, letting you turn against his chest until you’re facing him.

“Go back to sleep if you want,” You offer, moving up a hand to push away the hair from around his forehead.

JJ shakes his head, “No you’ll have to leave soon.”

“That’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” You encourage, trailing a finger down his face.

He shakes his head again, “I want to see you before you go. Just five more seconds.”

After five short seconds, his eyes blink open and he groans at the overpowering light, wincing at the feeling.

“Good morning,” You say once more, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw.

JJ grins tiredly and wraps his arms around your waist, “Morning.”

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and you giggle, ticklish at the touch.

“Did you sleep well?” You ask him, running a hand over the back of his head.

He hums, “Best I’ve slept all week.”

JJ never told you too much about his home life, but you could sense it had been worse recently. He was sleeping less and he’d ask you to sneak out at random hours of the night when he definitely shouldn’t be awake, and he was eating less too - you could tell in his face. But, when you asked if he was okay, he’d kiss your cheek and respond ‘always’. And then he’d make a comment about how he liked not having to think about the bad stuff when he was with you, and he’d wrap his arms around you and the pair of you would forget that anything else in the world existed.

You didn’t speak to him much about your home life either. It was just you and your Dad at home, on the rich side of the Outer Banks. He owned one of the largest properties here, and you were well aware of the difference between your life and the one the Pogues had. He didn’t like you being friends with the Pogues, or associating with them at all for that matter. In fact, he thought you didn’t see them at all these days. He thought of you as his angel girl that wouldn’t be corrupted by ‘that bunch’. In particular, he hated JJ - you’d been warned to stay away from him since your father he first caught him sprinting through your yard to escape the police. You’d remembered watching him even then and smiling at the way he laughed against his troubles, the way nothing seemed to scare him.

“What are you thinking about?” JJ cuts through your thoughts, kissing along your jaw.

You hum against the contact, “That I don’t want to go.”

“Then don’t,” He mumbles, voice still thick in the way only you heard in the mornings, “Just stay with me. John B won’t care if we steal this room.”

You smile, “But my father absolutely will care if I don’t come home.”

“Why?” JJ seems to spark into a new energy, hooking his leg around yours so that it flips you onto your back on the mattress, “Because he doesn’t want you hanging around with us Pogues? Let alone in bed with one of them.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure he’d kill you if he knew I was here,” You laugh, looking up at him as he looms over you.

“Maybe,” JJ shrugs, “But I’ll take my chances with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re so corny.”

He fakes a gasp as if he’s offended, “You’ll regret saying that (Y/l/n).”

“Prove it.”

———

You’re back at your house an hour later, pulling your hair around to either side of your neck to cover the marks left there.

You can just about make out the sound of your father on the phone, hoping to avoid him as you start to make your way up the curving staircase up to your room.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?” He calls out and you practically wince at the words.

“Yeah, Dad, just got home,” You call back, pausing in your tracks as he walks through from the back of the house.

“Steven I’ll call you back,” He says into his phone, quickly hanging up, “I need to talk to you.”

“I know I’m late, sorry, I just had to help Sarah to revise for a-“

“I don’t care about that,” He waves you off, “I know what you and Sarah are like.”

“Right, yeah,” You force a smile, “What is it Dad?”

He sighs deeply, “Work have asked me to help set up a project, I wasn’t supposed to be part of it but they’ve got nobody else.”

You frown - what did this have to do with you?

“And, well, it would mean Im on the mainland for two weeks,” He explains, “Now, I know you’re old enough to take care of yourself but-“

“You should go, Dad,” You encourage, “I mean, come on, you wouldn’t trust anyone else to do the job properly.”

He laughs deeply.

“I’ll be fine here, I’ll call and text you every day if you need me to,” You smile, “It’s only a couple of weeks.”

“Now, are you absolutely sure? I’d be leaving today and I-“

“It’s fine, Dad, it sounds like they need you.”

He lets out a breath and nods, “They want me to leave as soon as possible, I should probably pack a bag.”

“Go ahead,” You say, trying to fight back your own enthusiasm at the idea of him being gone for a fortnight.

No father, no overbearing rules.

You hurry up the rest of the stairs, dropping your bag down onto the floor of your room and pulling out your phone, shooting off a text to JJ.

‘How about an empty house for two weeks? Just you and me’

You feel your heart swell at the thought, having to think about nothing else and nobody else than JJ for an entire fortnight. It felt like a pocket of heaven.

———

It’s a few hours later when your father finally leaves and you’ve still not heard back from JJ. He was terrible with his phone, you knew this. But he’d got better since the two of you had been together - on the days when your father was extra strict, this was the only communication you had with JJ. You’d tried to ring him but didn’t get a response, tried again and listened to it go to voicemail again.

If dating JJ had taught you anything, however, it was to not sweat the small stuff. He never let you worry for too long. And so, you ignore it. You turn up the music coursing through the speakers in the house and make use of the fully stocked kitchen your father had left you with, pottering around to make yourself dinner.

It wasn’t until the sun had already set that you hear your phone start ringing. You’d been curled up on the couch watching a film when you heard it start buzzing, pausing the screen to look down at your phone. But it wasn’t JJ. It was Sarah.

“Hello?” You answer, “You’ll never guess wh-“

“(Y/n)! Thank god,” She sounds breathless, panicked on the other end, “Oh god, (Y/n) somethings happened.”

“Wh- what are you talking about?” You frown, sitting up straight on the sofa.

“It’s JJ,” She sighs, “We found him at the house and he’s… he’s not doing good (Y/n).”

“What are you- what do you mean? What’s happened? Where is he?”

“It was his Dad.”

You feel your stomach drop instantly, churning, and your hands seem to go numb around the grip of your phone. You seem to lose every sense beyond the single thought in your mind. Him.

“Where is he?”

“We’re on our way to the doctor now,” Sarah explains, “Well, that guy they use as a doctor. John B said it’s safer than taking him to the hospital.”

“Just tell me where it is,” You return quickly, panic coursing through the volume in your voice.

“I’ll send you the location, just get here when you can okay?”

It’s like you’re instantly in panic mode, you grab your phone, your keys, the closest pair of shoes and a hoodie and throw yourself into your car, driving over the speed limit the entire way as you follow the directions to where Sarah had just sent you. You felt sick to your stomach, adamant that your worst nightmare was being realised.

What had happened? How bad had it been?

The questions course through your head the entire journey until you eventually catch sight of John B’s van parked up in front of a weathered rundown house just past the bit of the Cut that you knew. Sarah’s outside and her face awakens when she spots your car.

“Sarah what’s going on?” You ask as soon as you get out of the car.

Without a word, she throws her arms around you and engulfs you in her comfort - as if she knows it’s needed before you do.

“It’s not good, (Y/n). He looked awful… I mean he was just… and he wasn’t moving… and we couldn’t… I mean we didn’t know…” She drags a hand through her hair, “He’s with the doctor now, but he’s lost a lot of blood, and he’s weak, really weak. They think he might have internal bleeding, and one of his eyes is swollen shut.”

“Oh my god,” Is all you manage to force out, every breath being knocked from your lungs, gripping onto Sarah’s arms like she’s holding you up from falling.

“John B trusts this guy though, he’s going to help, okay?” She encourages, “I promise.”

“Can I- I mean, can I go in?” You ask, glancing back at the small makeshift hospital.

Sarah nods and you follow her through the open door, into a lounge that seems to have been turned into a reception. There’s a walkway through to the rest of the building but it’s blocked off with a closed door, and part of you is adamant that you don’t want to see what’s on the other side. John B stands up from one of the couches and strides over to you, wrapping his arms around you as if wanting to let you share in each other’s pain.

“Thank you for getting him here,” You mumble into his ear and he nods against your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n). I should’ve known to not let him go home on his own and-“

“No, don’t blame yourself,” You sniff, pulling away from him, “I should’ve done more too. But JJ never wanted to talk about stuff like that and I just… I knew he wanted things to just be better when he was with me, like he didn’t have to think about anything. And, I don’t know, I should’ve pushed, I should’ve made him talk to me about all of that shit.”

“One thing about JJ: he’ll never do something he doesn’t want to do,” John B half smiles, “He just wanted you to be there to make him forget about all of that. That’s what you are for him.”

You shake your head, “I just can’t believe he’s-“

“(Y/n),” John B places a hand on either of your arms, “This guy is good, and JJ’s strong, he’s going to be okay.”

“Can I go in?” You let out a shaky breath and John B nods.

You wipe the tears from under your eyes and push through the door into the makeshift hospital room. JJ is laying across a hospital bed but he’s barely recognisable. His face is patched with purple bruises and cuts marked with dried blood, bruises across the exposed skin of his arms. His t-shirt has been cut open and there’s more bruising littered over his torso, contorting around his muscles. You lose all feeling in your body, feeling like you could crash to the floor at the sight. You feel a sickness bubble in your stomach, threatening to rise.

“You must be (Y/n),” A man with glasses and crazy hair glances in your direction, wheeling over a metal tray of tools you don’t recognise.

You think you manage to nod, but the movement feels numb. Somehow, you force one foot in front of the other over towards the bed, freezing once again when you’re looking at JJ closer. His eyes are closed but one looks so swollen you’re not sure it will open again. His lips are busted and blue and there’s a cut rising from his chin up towards his Cupid’s bow, splitting through lips you’re desperate to kiss better.

“(Y/n) I need you to do me a favor,” The man looks up at you, pushing his glasses up on his nose, “I need you to be strong enough for the both of you, can you do that?”

You don’t respond, not sure that your lips are capable of forming any words.

“Because JJ here is going to need all the help he can get, do you understand?” The man persists, “Now go and wait with your friends and I’ll see what I can do to fix up Mr Maybank here, is that alright darling?”

You smile a little, thinking of how JJ would instantly jump to complain about a man calling you darling. How he’d wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you away, defending that it was just him being a ‘feminist and he absolutely almost definitely wasn’t jealous’. You’d kiss him and tell him you believed him. He’d tell you that you were his darling.

“Okay,” You whisper, looking down at JJ and letting out a shaky breath, wishing for a moment that you could trade places with him.

Your feet guide you back out of the room and into the waiting room where John B and Sarah turn to you instantly. Your legs give out then but both of them are there to catch you before you can hit the ground. They crouch down on either side of you, letting you sob into them through gasping breaths. You’re sure this is what it feels like for a heart to break, your heart breaking over a boy you were supposed to stay strong for.

———

It’s a few hours later when the doctor emerges from the room, wiping the sweat from his brow as he steps out. Sarah is asleep across the seats but you and John B bolt up as soon as you see the door open.

“I won’t lie to you kids, the situation is worse than I anticipated,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “Due to the impact against his torso, JJ seems to have some form of internal bleeding.”

“Okay, okay, so what does that mean? What can you do?”

“He’s hooked up to fluids, and he’s had a transfusion,” The doctor proceeds, “Other than that, it’s a waiting game. He’s stable but there is still work to do. For now, I’d suggest you get on home and get some rest. Hopefully JJ will be awake by the morning and you can come and see him.”

“I-“ You shake your head, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Unfortunately, (Y/n), there’s nothing we can do for now,” The man proceeds, “The last thing you want to do is worry yourself sick waiting here.”

“I- I don’t care. I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving him.”

“(Y/n),” John B begins softly, hand touching your shoulder.

You flinch away from his touch, “I’m not going anywhere John B! I’m not leaving! I’m staying here until he wakes up.”

Tears bubble at your eyes again and John B engulfs you in a hug, holding your head to his chest.

“I can’t leave,” You whisper against him and he hums in agreement, running a hand up and down your back.

“Okay,” He pulls away from you, “I’ll take Sarah home, I’ll get some rest, I’ll be back in a few hours. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

You nod, “I’ll be fine.”

He frowns softly but takes a deep breath as if agreeing with you.

You move back to the seat you’d been in and sit back down, drawing your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your calves. Waiting. You’d always wait.

———

Another hour or so later, the doctor comes out again and tells you this time that he’s done all he can, and it would just be a waiting game now. You hurry into the room as soon as he says you can.

JJ is still laying in the exact position he had been before, though he’s cleaned up now more than he had been. The cuts remain but their blood is confined under scabs, the bruises seem to have darkened and spread where reddened skin once had been. His breathing is shallow and supported by an oxygen tube hooked into his nose, his eyes closed.

You sit down on the chair beside his bed, glancing at the pads attached to all parts of his chest and the tubes attached to his arms, the sight making you a little weaker. You take his hand into your own, wrapping your fingers around his still digits, letting out a shaky breath. He looks so much weaker than the boy you knew, like a shell of himself.

You’re desperate for the feeling of his eyes on you, the sight of his lips curling into a smile as he sees you, the words for only you to hear escaping his mouth. You want all of the parts that make him into your JJ.

But this wasn’t him.

And you weren’t sure your heart could go much longer without him.

“Come on,” You whisper, tears soaking your words, “Cut the act Jay, you’ve pranked us all, we get it.”

The dull hum of the oxygen machine.

“If you wanted attention, you’ve got it. Okay? We’re all worried. Cut it out,” You half-laugh, the words choking in your throat.

The beeping of his heart monitor.

“You know we’ve got a free house for two weeks, it would be a real shame for you to miss it,” You continue, pressing your lips against his knuckle, “And I don’t care if it’s selfish, I just really need you to wake up, okay Jay?”

Dull ringing.

You glance up to the computer screen and feel all colour drain from your face, the sight of the heart monitor lulling into a straight line.

“Jay?” You stand up from the chair, squeezing tightly to his hand, “JJ!”

The name rips from your throat, full of every horrified emotion your body was releasing all at once.

“Doc!” You scream, “Doc help!”

The man comes hurrying into the room only seconds later, his eyes widened as if assessing everything as quickly as he can manage. You hear him mumble a string of curses under his breath as he rushes over to JJ.

“Wait outside (Y/n).”

Your entire body is trembling as you follow his orders, stumbling out of the room and dropping down against the wall outside, your breathing rapid and erratic.

Every morsel of your being is reaching out for him, wishing every bit of oxygen in you could just transfer to his lips, your heart to pump for him instead of yourself, your lungs to breathe for two.

Instead, you close your eyes and cash in on a million wishes that the beeping machine will return to a normal rhythm.

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You’re not sure at what time anything changes, but the doctor comes outside and wakes you up from an exhausted state to tell you that JJ is stable once again. He tells you again to go home but you ignore it, hurrying into the room to return to your place beside JJ’s bed.

Your hand finds his and you squeeze any ounce of life into his cold palms, breathing shakily.

Your eyes are dropping from the lack of sleep, but you pull up a second chair beside the one you’re sat on, drawing your legs up and settling yourself down to lie across the seats beside the mattress. Your hand doesn’t once let go of JJ’s, even once you let sleep overcome you.

That’s how they find you in the morning, when John B and Sarah return with Pope and Kie. The doctor makes a comment about how this boy wouldn’t know what hit him when he woke up and saw all of these faces. Pope told him they were his real family. They all speak in hushed voices and whispers so as to not disturb you, commenting on how drained you must be and how they knew you wouldn’t leave his side. When you blink awake, you squint against the dim lights and groan at the ache in your back, your hand still locked against JJ’s.

“Hey!” Sarah smiles softly, “How are you feeling?”

You turn quickly to JJ to check on him, eyes connecting to the beating of his heart monitor. Steady. Alive.

“I’m okay,” You clear your throat, “How long have you guys been here?”

“Not long,” Kie shakes her head, “We didn’t want to disturb you.”

You smile, “I didn’t want to fall asleep but I-“

You glance over at JJ as if begging for any movement.

“I was exhausted,” You finish your sentence, dragging a hand through your tangled hair.

“I’m not surprised!” John B says, “Do you want to head out for a bit? We can stay and keep an eye on him.”

“No, no, I’m okay,” You shake your head, “I’ll stay here.”

They all look at you with solemn expressions like they want to take your hurt away. You pay no mind to it, turning to Jj and focusing solely on him, running your thumb over the skin of his hand.

“Alright, I need to do some routine tests on your friend here so could you all wait outside please,” The doctor glances in your direction, “You can stay if you’d prefer.”

The others all look between themselves and reluctantly head back outside, leaving you in the hospital quiet once again.

“Okie dokie, let’s see what we’re dealing with,” The doctor fixes his glasses, scanning the room and collecting together a few of his tools, “And I’m missing something.”

He’s mumbling more to himself but you’re clinging onto every word as if he’s about to tell you the best or worst news ever.

“I’ll be right back.”

He disappears once again and you turn to JJ, standing up from your chair and smoothing a hand over his hair, trying your best to avoid the cuts on his face for fear of hurting him.

“Come on Jay,” You whisper to yourself, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying at the sight.

He looked so fragile, so young. And yet the scars on his body were shaping more trauma into him than anybody his age should have.

And then, movement.

You feel it first in your hand, the slightest, most gentle squeeze back against your fingers.

And then his eyes, fluttering just enough for you to see any difference.

A puff of air against the oxygen mask on his nose and mouth, lips parting underneath the clear plastic.

You blink a few times to convince yourself you’re not seeing things, but all at once you know it’s real. Slowly but surely, his eyes force themselves open - one opening just barely above closed, the other blinking and squinting against the lights of the room.

“Oh my god JJ!” You say through the croak in your voice.

He lets himself slowly adjust to the setting before turning his head slightly towards you, grimacing at the movement.

He goes to speak but his words get stuck on the mask covering his face. You move your hands up quickly to pull it away from his face, letting it hang just underneath his chin.

“Hey darling,” He says softly, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

You laugh softly, “Oh my god I don’t even-“

You stop yourself, shaking your head as if to clear it all away.

“Im just happy you’re here.”

JJ tries to move again and groans at the feeling, glancing down at the state of himself as if looking at someone that wasn’t him. He grimaces and tries to push himself up onto his elbows.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You place your hands on his shoulders, “Careful okay? You need to take it easy.”

He isn’t strong enough to resist against your touch but his lips curl into a slight smile, crooked against the swelling, “If you wanted to get me in bed (y/l/n) you could’ve just asked.”

You roll your eyes, sitting yourself onto the edge of his bed beside his arm, certain you’d blink yourself out of this dream if you thought about it for long enough.

The door swings open and the doctor walks in, glancing up at the sight.

“Mr Maybank! It’s good to have you back with us.”

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It’s two days later when you’re getting JJ home. You drive him the short distance to your house and slide an arm around him to help him hobble towards the door.

You lead him up towards the bedroom, pausing on every couple of steps when he winces at the pain. For now, the broken ribs were the worst - agonising with the movement.

Eventually, you lower him down onto your bed and sit beside him, dropping down the duffle bag of his belongings that John B had collected for you.

“Glad to be out of that place?” You ask him as JJ readjusts himself on the bed.

He grunts in agreement and stretches out an arm to the other side of the mattress, “Come here.”

You crawl over to the other side of the bed and pause, “I don’t want to hu-“

“You won’t hurt me.”

You smile and lay down beside him, your head resting on his shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist. His chin rests on top of your head, pressing a quick kiss to your hair.

“JJ,” You speak into the air between you.

He hums.

“Why didn’t you tell me about everything with your Dad?”

He shifts beneath you as if uncertain, clearing his throat, “I didn’t want you to worry.”

You lean up onto your elbow and look at him, “Of course I was going to worry! That man is awful, Jay. I can’t believe you had to deal with that. I mean the thought of you… and him… and when John B found you I-“

Your lips begin to tremble.

“Hey, hey,” JJ brings up a hand to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over the skin, “I’m here. Okay? I’m here and I’m okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, “I was so scared seeing you like that Jay. I didn’t know what was going to happen to you.”

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes waiting until they find your gaze, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You lean in and press a kiss to his lips, rough and cautious against his healing injuries. You pull away and he smiles that crooked smile you’d started to get used to.

“So, what’s this about you having an empty house?”

[pogueszn]

watching forged in fire (do not perceive me) and now i’m thinking about making jj his own knife content warnings: knives baby loll mention of knives and blades, mentioned but not described other than 'metal gleam in the sunlight', giving jj a knife (we all know what the outcome of that would look like), lowercase intended. not beta read so if you see any typos- no you didn't, pls let me know if i've forgotten to tag something wc: 588

a relative of yours who lives just shy of an hour away from the OBX is a blacksmith. has been your whole life. you remember being a young girl, watching with wide eyes as they showed your father the sword they had made in the forge in their backyard. you were thirteen when they made you your own knife. it was a small one, it had a wooden handle with teal detail on the side. you loved it. it's still in mint condition - still sharp as when you got it. and you were fifteen when you showed interest in making your own.

it’s jj’s birthday and you know that he would love a one of a kind blade that is his and his alone. one that he can brag about to whoever he wants. one that he can whip out and let the metal gleam in the sunlight as he boasts,

"yeah boys. handmade, one of a kind,"

so you make him one. you spend about a month making the journey to the main land to brain storm with your relative and you finally have something that you know he’ll love.

the second he opens the box and it registers in his head what he’s looking at his eyes go wide. and you can't help but smile - he looks just like a kid in a candy store.

“holy shit baby! this is-!” he grips the handle tightly in his fist and gives it a good couple of waves through the air with a "wah! pah! pah!"

“J! Jesus! Careful with it! It’s sharp as fuck!” your reprimand comes quick but in the end you knew exactly what the outcome would be giving him his own knife.

“-So cool!” he exclaims and stretches the hand holding the knife far away from you as he leans over to press a thank you kiss to glossed lips, “thank you, it’s amazing, i love you.”

you smile against his lips, your hands cradle his warm cheeks and your fingers subconsciously slide into his hair. your laugh is muffled in your mouth as jj gives you one, two, three more fast and chaste kisses.

“seriously, babe,” he says once he’s back in his seat, his eyes running up and down the entirety of the blade, “where did you get it?”

“i made it!” you beam.

he freezes and for a second your stomach drops. a few long seconds go by and he doesn't say a word, but when jj finally looks up at you, even though you’ve stared into his eyes a million times, your heart skips a beat.

“are you serious? you made this?” he asks.

you let out an unnerved chuckle, “yeah…” you say, “that’s why i’ve been going to the main land so often.”

silence smothers you. you're not sure you can take much more of it so you open your mouth to ask if there’s something wrong when he places the blade back in the case and rounds around the coffee table in lightening speed.

his hands cup your face and his lips are back on you again. he’s excited, the kiss is rushed, his nose bumps against yours but you don’t care. you relish in the way his lips feel on you, thumbs caressing the soft skin of his wrist.

he pulls away but just barely. he smiling down at you from where he stands, boots pressing into the legs of the couch, his hair is tickling your forehead.

“is it weird that i find that really hot?”

[jemanizer]

PENGEN CIUMAN

practice makes perfect ━━━ jj maybank.

pairings: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader.

summary: you wouldn't say that you were good at kissing; in fact, you had no idea how it worked. sure, you've kissed a few guys, but not without the tongue and more; just a simple peck and it's embarrassing but what else can you do but ask jj—a pogue you shouldn't be seen with but who you grew close, since you know he's an expert at this—for help?

warnings: nsfw, dry humping, riding, brief jealous!jj, uses of pet names, praising and cursing.

author’s notes: this was clearly rushed but oh well made this in honor of obx s3 !!! do not copy, post on another site, translate or claim any of my works as your own or you will be reported! nav.

It was only supposed to be kissing.

Not that JJ was complaining; in fact, almost everyone knew how completely infatuated he was with you. Obviously, you were clueless of it, constantly misunderstanding JJ's flirting for simple teasing since you two are clearly friends and are simply not a match. Many people were baffled as to how you came to be friends with someone so polar opposite of you.

JJ is wild—always in the mood to party—and spends his evenings drinking beer with John B and Pope in the midst of large crowds of people listening to loud music and grinding drunk couples till they become more drunk, careless with just about anything, and have nasty hangovers the next day—someone you shouldn't like. He was the kind of boy that your parents would warn you to stay away from, the type who would just tarnish your good reputation and influence you to do things that aren't really “good.”

It wasn’t surprising, he was a pogue and you’re a kook; those shits never get along.

You were too perfect, something JJ would find too disgustingly boring and spotless like any other kook he met. They were all condescending, flaunting their richy asses, too proper, and thought highly of themselves and treated others like shit, but surprisingly, you weren't like that. You radiate a beautiful aura that makes it seem as though there is nothing about you that anyone could possibly dislike.

Maybe it, and not simply your beauty, is what drew JJ to you. But he wasn't the only one who seemed captivated with you and captivated to you irresistibly.

He would notice it, guys giving you lingering looks that would piss JJ off at first he was just being protective, of course you’re his precious friend so it would be automatic to him to feel protective but he would notice how he wasn't as seriously upset whenever Kie received this treatment or his jaw wouldn't clench; that was another special quality about you; you had this power over JJ that he wasn't aware of before.

You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

So when you asked JJ to teach you how to kiss, he immediately replied yes without any hesitation. At first, it was awkward because you appeared peculiarly twitchy and JJ was concerned because you had been quite quiet and had barely responded to him. When the words escaped your lips, all reason left JJ's mind, and his response came quickly and without consideration.

“Could you—like, well, teach me how to kiss?” you asked sheepishly, looking adorably embarrassed. “Properly.”

“Yeah, sure, love.”

JJ learned two things when his lips touched yours.

One: your lips was the sweetest fucking thing he had ever tasted. At first you were reluctant, even shy, but JJ taught you how to wrap your arms around his neck, pull him closer, and kiss him. The way your soft lips caressed his drove him insane. He showed you how to do it by licking your bottom lip, which made your lips part and allowed him to further explore your mouth until he forced himself to stop before he could get ahead of himself.

You’re here to teach her how to kiss, not make out with her, you asshole, he thought quietly, and he found himself feeling sour about it.

Second: JJ can't help but think about the fact that you just asked him to teach you how to kiss expertly so you could kiss other guys, and for some reason, that thought makes him want to explode. The idea that you were going to kiss another guy made him feel a rush of unflinching rage. The only thing that ever made him feel jealous was the idea of another guy touching you, kissing you like he is doing right now, or worse, fucking your pretty self.

You drew away from the kiss, appearing out of breath, with swollen lips and sparkling eyes; you are so gorgeous, JJ could gaze at you for hours.

“What is it?” you asked, finding him staring at you in dazed. “Did I do it wrong?”

“No—it’s perfect,” JJ said and without thinking, he added, “You’re perfect.”

You grew flustered but asked, “So I did good? No problem?”

“There’s one problem,” JJ frowned. Unconsciously, he drew you closer to him and pulled you to sit on his lap as your chests brushed against each other and you both were breathing heavily. “I can’t stop,”

You were quiet for a moment and JJ was ready to curse himself for being too attached to your addictive self and couldn’t help himself when you suddenly shifted on his lap, your crotch brushed against his already hard dick from his shorts, and he knew you could feel it since your eyes gleamed with unexpected need, he had to restrain himself from groaning.

A shiver wracked through your body. “Then don’t stop.”

That’s all it takes for JJ to snap. He snaked his hands under your skirt, pulled you dangerously close to him, and found a way to cup the supple skin of your ass. You moaned in surprise as he attacked your lips with a hot, rough kiss, and you unconsciously started rocking your core against his clothed dick. He runs his hands through your hair, he slightly tugs on it, causing you to moan once more. As he left your lips, he skimmed his teeth against your jaw to your neck and began kissing on the soft skin of it.

“You have no idea how fucking long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered against your neck.

He was driven wild by the whimper that escaped your luscious lips. As you began to grind firmly against JJ's clothed dick while tightly grasping his shoulder, JJ could see you were getting frantic. His eyes grew dark as he guided you against his lap with his hands on your hips, grinding you back and forth as he continued to teach you.

JJ murmurs, “Come on pretty girl,” and then he trails his hot mouth down your neck and into your ears, biting on your earlobe to make you mewl with pleasure. “I can feel how soaking wet you are even when you’re not naked, ride me, come on, let me feel you more.”

He could feel you were doing well as his hands guided you into grinding against his crotch. He then continued kissing your neck, almost marking you and giving you the impression like it would definitely leave a mark. JJ was happy to think about this. Suddenly remembering how this happened in the first place—you asking him to teach you how to kiss—he tightened his hold on you till he felt you whimper against him, riding his clothed hard dick almost desperately, JJ could feel his anger bubbling at the thought of you doing this with someone else.

“You’re not kissing anyone else after this, do you hear me?”

You briefly looked at him, confused. “What—?”

JJ’s eyes darkened with jealousy. “Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

He could feel the desire through you, and he fucking loved it. You were grinding against him, and JJ had to restrain himself from tearing your clothes and his just so he could fuck you deep and hard.

You were close, he could feel it, you were clinging to him tightly, rubbing up on his dick almost like you were bouncing on him. He glanced up at you, your eyes briefly closing in ecstasy, your pretty lips half open, and your beautiful face transforming into something vibrant.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Only you, JJ—fuck—only you.”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly into a pleased smile. “Such a good girl. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You grew flustered but your eyes sparkled in mischief. “Teach me that?” But JJ was already pulling you much closer with a hungry look in his eyes.

“I’ll teach you everything, pretty girl.”

[cute-sucker]

note: inspired by @lionasvault diner!jj x deer!reader ! <3

short masterlist: part two here, part three here, part four here, part five here, part six here !

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being a single mother with a rafe camerons child was never easy.

the little girl hung on your shoulder giggling as she held onto you, and you tried to hide the squeezing pain that you felt in your heart. she knew nothing about her situation completely obvious. 

you were a kook. all through, the short bikinis, strutting upon everything you owned, winning pageants, and academic awards. it was your life. you were a soccer player on the side of it all, a crazy defender. you had enjoyed your life, knowing that you were going to marry someone. 

rafe. 

that's who the person was going to be. the sweet boy who gave you roses on your anniversary, telling you was better than any kook girl he had met. and it was all fun and games, sneaking away to be with someone older, someone bad, someone playful and someone who treated you "well." it helped that he was kook too, smug about his place in the world, and a callous hand dragging you across to show you around at parties. 

school ended on a good note for you, and you headed to university, with high dreams and a cute boyfriend at that. sure he was brooding, sure he was mean, sure he dropped notes about you not needing a higher education because you were wife material. but your parents had told you to go and be independent. 

so that's what you were doing. now, escaping from his clutches, a six-month-old baby girl gurgled at you as you tried to ignore the unfamiliarity of the whole new place you had rented. it was a cute town you thought, the little painted signs, and you found yourself staring at the flat. your landlord's little painted key felt warm in your hand, and you found yourself tearing up. 

finally, you set down your small brown suitcase, willing yourself to be stronger. willing yourself to look at the bright side of things, the fact that the apartment had 1 room for the two of you, and the fact that the sink had pretty roses on it, and the fact that you were finally free. 

you gazed back at your baby, her sleepy smile, as her eyes blinked and when it found a familiar face - gurgled with happiness. you felt as if your heart was going to burst with happiness, and with that, you decided that you should explore the town

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the town was better than you thought it would be, there was a small ballet studio across the street, meek book stands nearby, and a farmers market that sold you the ripest strawberries known to mankind. so yes, when you saw those strawberries you bought a carton. immediately your baby girl made grabby grabby hands, and you smiled down at her, brushing a curl of hair away from her face. 

"what, baby? you want one too?" you cooed, before giving her a red strawberry. she squealed before taking a big bite out of it, mushing it in her claw hands, giving you an inquisitory look. you sighed, and continued to push the stroller. 

jj's diner. 

that's what it read on bright rusty red letters, it was colored a gorgeous gray, and the glass windows showed a homely setting. grandparents sat with one other, sipping on coffees, you watched kids take big bites out of syrapy pancakes and stripes of bacon. this was a scene to beyond, and you couldn't help but yearn for it, as you opened the door of the diner. 

a sweet smell wafted by, as if fresh blueberry muffins had just been made. it felt like home, like a safe space, and before you knew it you were dragging in your stroller, and sitting down near the window. finally you found yourself smiling with joy as you looked down at the laminated plastic menu. 

"i'm jj, what can i get 'cha?" a gruff voice muttered, and you pursed your lips before looking up. it was a guy with dirty blonde hair, a backward hat, and white tee with what looked like mustard to you? "c'mon mama, i don't got all the time in the world." 

he looked at you pointly as if annoyed. the name 'jj,' seemed to flash in your mind. that was the diner's name? this was his diner, wasn't it. clearly they were short on staff. 

you flushed quickly, and you picked up your menu, "yeah i'll take the pancakes? extra syrup, and maybe some..." you crinkled your nose before looking at your baby girl who had a menu in her mouth, giving you a gumless smile "can i have mashed banana?" 

he looked baffled, chuckling while putting a hand on his hip, "mashed bananas? i don't serve that." once again you felt like an idiot stammering out your words. finally it was as if he looked at you properly, your creased clothes and messy hair. you had been up all night worrying about this move. 

he shook his head, and then swiped a hand to pick up the menus, "yeah. it's alright. mashed bananas and pancakes. got it." and somehow when he gave you that half smile you felt your heart lift up. 

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by the end of the trip to the diner, you had gotten up to clean your hands asking a kind lady to look after your baby for a second - and when you came back jj was sitting next to your baby cooing. 

he gave you a confused look when you came back, as your baby chewed on his finger, giving a delighted shriek. you found yourself trying to figure out what was happening. 

"she yours?" he asked, and you gave him a quick nod before trying to pull her into your arms. you avoided his gaze. you didn't want him to say anything about it. after all, you had enough people judging you. 

instead you zoned on your baby who gave a final cry before letting you pick her up. she still reached her chubby arms for jj's, eyes welling up as if she was going to cry. 

you sighed, "really sorry about this. i know it's not okay." 

jj looked at you again, reaching for his hat before waving his hand to console you, "nah. i don't mind." 

you gave him a tightlipped smile, and then put your baby in your stroller to head out, "thanks for everything." 

"don't mention it." 

somehow you felt as if you had made a friend. 

[jemanizer]

i will never not like "there's a part of me that'll always love you" trope

Hii love! Can you write ‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you.’’ with JJ Maybank?? Thank you❤️

I miss my boy JJ <3 Only three weeks until we see him again!! Who is excited for the new season?

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Being stranded on 'Poguelandia' made you realize how you took many things for granted — especially your morning croissant and coffee — and the privilege of a hot shower and a soft pillow.

When you’ve lived your whole life in comfort, it’s hard to suddenly have nothing. When you escaped the boat with the rest of the pogues, you didn’t think you would come across an inhabited island and have to stay there for a while. It’s only been five days and you were starting to feel like the two kids in The Blue lagoon.

Everyone was in survival mode and helping in any way they could. You and Kiara had built a shelter for the night, Sarah and Cleo had gathered wood and some small fruits while the boys made good use of their fishing skills…and a makeshift spear.

It also made you reevaluate things. Like your relationship with JJ.

You had broken up shortly after Sarah and John B. were declared dead, both too emotional and heartbroken to be in a relationship. The ‘death’ of your friends had caused a massive crack in the group. Even the relationship between Kie and Pope had its hard moments, but unlike you and JJ, they were still together.

‘’I still love him. I never stopped,’’ you confessed to Kiara one late night on the beach while everyone was asleep.

Your eyes were on JJ, watching him sleeping soundly after sending your heart into panic earlier that day. Doing stupid shit was typical of JJ, but when he jumped from that cliff and he didn’t come up to the surface immediately, you got really scared. After almost drowning and definitely having a minor undiagnosed concussion, you could barely stand not having your eyes on him.

Kiara laid her head on your shoulder. ‘’I know.’’

Everybody knows.

If JJ had not been there, surviving on the island would’ve been harder. He was the sunshine in your life, always there to turn your grumpy frown into a smile after you had the worst sleep of your life and sand in places where sand should not be.

You’ve spent a lot of time together on Poguelandia, looking for coconuts and cracking them, teaching you how to catch a fish or watching the stars on nights neither of you could find sleep. It was nice to be close to him again.

But it wasn’t close enough.

‘’Can I eat that?’’ you asked, standing by a small bush of wild berries.

‘’If the berries are white, yellow, and green, don’t eat them,’’ JJ said, not even looking at the berries you were talking about. ‘’Some red berries are poisonous too, so be careful. If you eat a harmful berry, there could be great consequences. Red berries are roughly 50% safe to eat. And, if they are in clusters, they’re usually bad.’’

You nodded. Noted. ‘’Can I eat this one?’’

Growing up on the wealthier side of the island, you didn't know a lot of surviving tips. You didn’t even know how to pierce a coconut. Fortunately for you, JJ was there to help you out.

A small chuckle left JJ’s lips and he came over to you, checking the berries and plucking one from the branch. ‘’Open up, milady.’’ He held the small fruit before your mouth and you allowed him to feed it to you. ‘’If it taste weird, spit it out.’’

He was kidding. JJ would never let you eat a poisonous berry. He only said that to mess with you.

A call of your and JJ’s name made you whip your heads around to hear Pope saying the girls were swimming by the rocks and he and John B. were going to fetch more wood to make a fire tonight. You gave him a thumbs up and they left through the tall trees.

You plucked more berries from the branches, trying to calm your screaming stomach. Your body was not used to the small portion of food a deserted island had to offer.

While you were eating, JJ was trying to gather his words together. You hadn’t talked about what happened on the boat when he got knocked over, about when you saved his life. It was a difficult thing to think about and everyone respected your silence, but JJ wanted to thank you. If you had not jumped overboard and kept his head above water, he probably would have drowned.

‘’I…I didn't tell you, but what you did on the boat was brave as fuck,’’ he started, shifting his feet in the sand nervously. ‘’Jumping overboard like that? I wish I could've seen that.’’ A smile curled on his lips, imagining for a moment. ‘’Thanks for saving me.’’

When you saw him in the water, face down and not moving, you didn't hesitate and leaped. You would do again if you had to.

‘’Next time someone swings at you with a machete, you duck. I don’t want to play superhero again.’’ Your eyes welled up with tears and JJ pulled you against him. He didn't smell like weed and teen-boy deodorant anymore, just salt water and sweat, but he embrace still felt like JJ.

‘’I’ll try to remember.’’

‘’I almost gave up,’’ you confessed against his shoulder, ‘’but I wasn't going to abandon you. If you go down, I go down too.’’

JJ tightened his hold around you. He felt so lucky to have you in his shitty life.

You slipped your hands through the haphazardly cut holes of his shirt and spreading your fingers on his back. JJ went soft under your touch, his head falling into the space between his shoulder and neck. 

‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you. I always will.’’

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[maiiuelle]

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when you and jj first get together, he really makes an effort to impress you. the boy doesn’t have much to give, having grown up with the shirt on his back and not much else, but he’s eager to make you feel special. he’s no stranger to women, being a pretty hot commodity for pogue girls and tourists but he never sticks around long enough for anything to be considered serious. he’s a free spirit at heart, and before he took interest in you, that boy couldn’t be tied down. your first date was one to remember, the only warning beforehand being a cryptic text saying: “meet me at the dock at 6?”

you’re ecstatic, even though he didn’t explicitly say it’s a date, you’re hoping it will be. you’re something of a hopeless romantic, and your growing crush on maybank was driving you crazy. you put on a pretty sundress, curl your hair into messy coils and pack one of your crocheted shoulder bag with your wallet and emergency lip gloss.

you get there right on time, the sun just starting to set over the marsh. you shuffle nervously to the end of the dock, where you find jj leaning over the wooden railing.

“jayj?” your voice is soft, trying not to startle him. he turns his head and his body follows, but before he can greet you he’s taken in by your dress, his blue eyes transfixed on it’s short frilly skirt. he’s in his usual garb, a white tee and cargo shorts, which you still find very charming. you blink up at him shyly, not knowing why you’re so nervous, after all it’s just jj.

“uh—hey!” he lifts his baseball cap, running his hand through his hair as he tries to keep his eyes on yours. “whatcha all dressed up for?”

“oh, i dunno. was just excited to get out of the house, i guess.” your cheeks heat up, suddenly concerned that you misread the situation entirely.

he nods. “i’m glad you did. y’look very nice.” he lets his eyes linger on your dress a second longer before he clears his throat and reaches for your hand. “would you.. be interested in an exclusive boat tour of this here marsh on the hms pogue?”

you slip your hand into his, tilting your head curiously. “ooo — i’d be honored.” he starts to lead you down the wooden ramp to where the boat is floating against the dock, and once it comes into view your sweet smile turns into surprise.

he spread out a picnic blanket over the front of the boat, and a big bowl of fruit, two subs from haywards, and an empty beer can stuffed with wildflowers sits in the center. you just feel warm, relieved that clearly your feelings are mutual, and this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you. “oh — jj!” you jump into his arms, hugging him tight. “this is beautiful, you planned all of this?”

as you pull away to admire the boat again, his touch lingers on your waist, still holding you close. “‘course i did, cupcake. you like it?”

you huddle close to his side again, looking up at him with anticipation. “do i like it? i love it! this is amazing.”

“well, i’m glad.” jj smiles down at you before clearing his throat, getting flustered already. “c’mere, we should get out there while the sun’s still setting.” he takes hold of your hand, adjusting his hat again in an attempt to hide his rosy face. he helps you onto the boat, where you sit atop the blanket to admire the flowers he picked while he drives you out into the marsh.

the two of you fill the hot summer air with giggles over the roaring motor, but eventually the boat sputters to a stop at a nice clearing. the yellow and orange clouds paint over the still water beautifully, and singsonging birds chirp in the distance. the scene before you looks like something out of your favorite romance movies. jj makes his way to the bow, making sure the anchor is set.

“dig in, you don’t gotta wait on me.” he laughs and finally settles down next to you, popping a strawberry into his mouth casually. he gestures to the sandwiches, eyebrows creased in slight concern. “said you like italian, right?”

“oh yeah — who doesn’t?” you smile, helping yourself to some of the fruit too. “this is all so sweet, jayj. really.”

he waves a hand in the air, brushing it off. “well shucks, you’re sweet, cupcake.” he can’t keep his eyes off of you, between how your skin is glowing in the low sunlight, your dress, hair, lips — he can barely handle it. “y’deserve it, a girl like you’s once in a lifetime.”

you blink at him, his compliments going right to your burning cheeks. “you really think that?”

“you kidding? of course i do.” he rubs his jaw, shrugging like it’s obvious as he leans forward. “m’just lucky enough to be here with you.”

“jayj.” you lean on your arm, tilting your head as you stare back at him. you lick your glossy lips, and he feels like you can read his mind. your mind is spinning, heart racing as he moves closer, reaching gently to tuck your hair behind your ear. you lean into his palm, letting him guide you into a soft first kiss.

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[riddlesbunny]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 18+, MDNI

Imagine best friend!JJ being in the middle of jacking off to photos of you when you call him. His cock is hard and pre-cum leaks from the tip as he scrolls through your instagram feed. Mainly clicking on the photos of you in bikinis.

A desperate whimper escapes him as he imagines it’s you wrapped around him instead of his hand.

JJ is quickly irritated when his phone first goes off and sets him off pace, but his demeanor changes once he sees that it’s your name lit up on the screen.

The right thing to do would be to let it go to voicemail. It would be disgusting, perverted, even, to pick it up… but he knows he’ll do it anyway. Since when did JJ ever do the right thing? He needs to hear your voice.

“Jayj?” you say when the line picks up and he instantly feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest.

“H-hey!” He chokes out, his voice on the brink of inaudibility.

“Hey Jay.”

Fuck. Your voice is perfect, he thinks.

“Um, what’s up?” He stutters as he continues to glide his hand over his thick cock, tugging at it harsher now than before.

“The boys mentioned they hadn’t heard from you yet today, so I wanted to let you know we’ll be down at the boneyard later.”

“Yeah? A party?” he asks coolly as he attempts to keep his composure, a sheen veil of sweat beading on his forehead.

“Mhm, and I need someone to protect me from those douchey, frat boy, kooks,” you flirt innocently, “so I was hoping you’d wanna come?”

Yes, he wanted to cum.

He wanted to cum on your stomach, in your mouth, inside your pussy. Just hearing you say the word nearly sent him over the edge. For a split second he was unable to respond, too focused on his pleasure.

He was close. Too close. It didn’t take much for JJ to cum these days — especially not when the pent up lust he had for you had reached new heights. He just needed you to talk to him some more with that sweet, angelic voice of yours.

As if you read his mind, you let out a deep sigh into the phone.

“Well, JJ? Are you coming or not?” you huff and that is all he needs to be sent over the edge.

“Fuck,” your best friend groans out.

“Yes! I’m— I’m coming,” he chokes into the phone, practically moaning at you as he pumps his cock a few more times, squeezing at the tip before spilling himself into his palm.

“I—I’ll be there,” he reassures you through bated breaths.

“Sheesh, Jay,” you giggle at his enthusiasm, oblivious to the situation. God, you were so fucking innocent.

“I’m glad to know you’re excited, I am too! I’ll see you there! Bye!”

JJ lets out a deep breath as the line disconnects down on your end.

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, “I’ll see you there.”

He could consider himself totally fucked.

[maybanksprincess]

trouble sleeping? // j.m

warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissing, pet names.

summary: jjs girlfriend is having trouble sleeping <3

small blurb for my baby @jjblunts requested by this ask, i hope you like it!

for a couple days now, you've been having sleeping problems. when you lay in bed, you toss and turn for hours until you fall asleep, waking up with a sore back and grouchy from the lack of sleep.

however, jj has been noticing the slight changes in appearance and mood from you. he's been noticing dark circles starting to form, and the way you've been super quiet all day, and drinking multiple cups of coffee to stay awake.

he didnt know what was going on, but he knew he wanted to help. so tonight, instead of laying on the couch, he comes in to sleep with you instead.

you had been laying on your back, desperately trying to get just an ounce of sleep, but there was no use. you let out a huff of frustration and turn onto your side, hugging the pillows close to you.

as your fighting to fall asleep, you hear the door creaking, meaning someone has entered the room. you open you eyes to see the blonde standing above you.

he reaches down to carress your cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb across it. "hey babydoll. you cant sleep?" he asks softly.

you smile softly up at him, a tired and weak smile on your face. "no..." you shake your head.

he sighs, sliding into bed next to you gently moving you over by your waist to make room for him. "why didn't you tell me baby? you know i would've came to sleep with you." he says, running his fingers through your hair gently.

you lean into his touch, resting your head on his pec. "i dunno, didn't wanna bother you..."

he chuckles softly "baby your never bothering me. jus' go to sleep, hm?" he says, and moves your hair away from your face to kiss your forehead.

within minutes, your softly snoring in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

he smiles, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. "sweet dreams, sweetheart." he says before falling asleep, holding your body against his protectively.

[jemanizer]

i need him BIBLICALLY

VIRGINITY — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings (sort of) inexperienced!jj, experienced!reader, loss of virginity, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk/language

kinktober masterlist ;; jj masterlist ;; buy me a coffee

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Having an inexperienced boyfriend was fun. You could introduce him to so many feelings and sensations, watching as they blew his mind. The way he’d be under your spell, handing himself over to you and trusting you wholeheartedly, all while at your mercy. 

Now, that wasn’t to say that he hadn’t been making you see stars as well. His mouth and fingers were more than skilled, and every time he made you cum, you had to wonder if he’d been lying about his lack of training. That’s just how good he was. But sometimes, the two of you would get so wrapped up in each other that it was hard to slam on the breaks. There had been many close calls, where you two threatened to cross the one line you hadn’t. And your current state was the perfect example of that struggle.

Things had been getting hot and heavy. What had started out as an innocent (or at least semi-innocent) make-out session had quickly transformed into something different. More risky, but ultimately more rewarding when it came to the aches that were pulling at you two. You were perched on JJ’s lap, rolling and bucking your heat against him. His hands found purchase at your hips, giving you support as you continued to rut against his clothed cock. Your puffy clit throbbed with every movement, rubbing at the thin lace fabric that covered it and the rock-hard bulge confined in JJ’s briefs. 

“Shit, keep going, baby. ‘M gonna cum.” 

JJ’s eyes were locked on your chest, full tits waving themselves in his face, begging for his attention. His palms climbed your body, cupping and massaging them as you humped him harder. Your thighs quivered under the realization that you were getting closer too. 

“Kiss me.” 

You were more than eager to, obliging instantly. JJ’s throaty groan vibrated against your lips, and you happily swallowed the noise. Your lips were far past addicted to his. Every brush, every press, every swipe of your tongue only made things hotter. Forced more of your blood to rush to your most intimate places, making them yearn for more contact than they were being gifted with. 

JJ’s lips trailed down your neck, sucking at the spots that made you craziest. One of your hands ran up his shoulders and looped at the back of his neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his mouth further onto your skin as your high crested. 

“J, I’m cumming.” Your cunt spasmed, closing in on nothing but emptiness as you found your sweet release. JJ wasn’t far behind, his cock twitching beneath you as he guided your hips. He bucked up against you, reaching his own orgasm and cumming inside his boxers. His breath tickled your skin as he panted against you. 

“Baby?” He asked, withdrawing from the crook of your neck so he could meet your gaze. “I want more.” 

“Again? Look at you go,” you spoke, your voice still thick with pleasure as you nudged him teasingly. Your hooded eyes and breathy tone made his stomach swirl with nerves and love all at the same time. He was hooked on you, and there would be no letting go. 

“No, I—” He released a sigh, averting your gaze. “I want more. I wanna feel you.” 

Your brows rose with surprise. “Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life, princess. Not the way I am about you.” His hand found your cheek, stroking your face gently. You leaned into his touch, and he smiled when he felt you press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Come on, show me those skills you’re always talkin’ about.” 

You huffed a laugh, leaning down to press your lips to his. The kiss was soft, gentle and dripping with the adoration you felt for him. Just one look at him pulled at your heartstrings. Your JJ, strong and loyal and goofy. The most beautiful boy you’d ever known, and he trusted you with things he hadn’t felt he could with anyone else. His heart. His mind. His body. His whole self. 

You climbed off his lap, turning around and bending over as you shimmied your panties down your legs. You smirked to yourself when you heard the groan leave his lips at the sight of your dripping core. 

“Hey, no teasin’. I’m already hard,” he spoke, making grabby hands at you once you turned back to face him. “Get over here, gorgeous.” 

“Greedy, are we?” 

You reached him, helping him shed his boxers. You tossed them onto the floor, not caring too much about where they’d ended up. You sank to your knees, spitting onto your palm before circling your fingers around his shaft. You started to stroke him, eyes locked on his. 

“‘M gonna make you feel so good, handsome. Might even let you cum inside me, d’you want that?” You laughed gently when you felt his cock jump in your hold. “I thought so.”

You brought him to your lips, letting some more spit dribble onto his tip. You then swirled your tongue around, tasting the cum that still stained his skin. You moaned in excitement, feeling him coat your tastebuds already.

“Oh, fuck. D-Don’t, baby. ‘M gonna cum just like this.” 

“I don’t see a problem with that,” you spoke, continuing to jerk him off. 

“I wanna cum in you.” 

You pressed a kiss to the head as the exhilaration bubbled within you. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, mama.” 

He knew the pet name would get a rise out of you, and he was right. Your heat started to throb again at the thought of finally feeling him stretch you out nice and wide, every vein and ridge filling you up. 

“Need to feel you, baby, please. You’re killin’ me.” 

You couldn’t argue with that. You needed him too, in every way he was willing to have you. You rose onto your feet, climbing back onto him and placing your hands at the junctions of his neck. Your eyes pierced his, and your features took over a serious look. “I love you, J.” 

“I love you too, pretty girl. So much.” 

You surged forward, connecting your lips with his. Your hands slid up to JJ’s face and you angled his head so that the kiss could deepen. You felt his large hands glide up your back, urging your chest flush against his. His heart right on yours, beating for you, and yours for him. 

Breaking away, you reached between your bodies, grasping his firm cock in your hand. “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” he breathed, giving you a reassuring smile. You nodded, taking your time as you placed the head of him at your entrance. You sank down, slowly, letting JJ and yourself be encased in ecstasy. Your gasps were simultaneous, eyes locked and lips parted once he was completely inside you. 

“Can I move?”

His head bobbed desperately. “F-Fuck. Yeah, baby. Please.” 

You planted your feet on either side of him, hands steadying themselves on his shoulders. You rose up, feeling his cock almost slip out of you before letting it fill you again. Then you picked up a moderate pace, only starting to move faster when JJ’s whimpers hit your ears. His head fell back against the couch, eyes screwed shut tightly. 

“No. Don’t close your eyes, want you to watch.” Your hand moved to his neck, gripping it and forcing his head back up. You used your head to urge his gaze to where you two were joined. He bit his bottom lip, watching his cock slide in and out of you. “Look how wide you’re stretching me, baby. I’m overflowing with you.” 

The stuttered rise and fall of his chest hypnotized you and prompted you to keep going. “How’s it feel, J? Tell me.” 

“God, you’re s-so wet, pretty girl. So tight, ‘m gonna cum already.” His length shuddered inside you, and you could tell that he was holding back for your sake. Your hooked index finger tilted his head up. 

“Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum for me.” 

“N-No. Wanna keep going, want you to feel good too.” He hugged you closer to him, bucking his hips up as he met your movements. “Please, princess. Please. I wanna feel it.” 

You inhaled sharply, feeling him slam into you deeper and deeper. “Oh my god, JJ, fuck.” 

“Need you to cum, pretty girl. Need to be good for you,” he spoke in between his huffs. “‘M I being good for you?” 

Your hands cradled his face. “So fucking good, baby. Gonna soak your cock.” 

You couldn’t help but think about how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’d wanted to be in his arms like this, with no barriers, no uncrossable lines. Nothing to hold you back. And now, you were surrounded by him. He overwhelmed all your senses, smelled and tasted and felt better than heaven ever could. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to survive if you never got to have him again, and if this was how you were going to die, so be it. JJ was more than worth it. 

“S-Shit, can’t hold back any longer, babygirl. Need to cum, need to fill you up,” JJ spoke. He knew he sounded pathetic, but you were clamping down on him so tight that he found it hard to breathe. Your pussy was dripping for him, letting him slip in and out of you with ease. Your lips had now found his neck, your teeth scraping against the spot below his ear. He fucked you and you fucked him back, your bodies slamming together harshly as you both chased your orgasms. 

“Breed me, J. Breed me.” Your pleading words echoed both out loud and in his mind, taunting him. Nothing had ever sounded so damn good. Your pussy spasmed, tightening around him and kickstarting his release. Warmth filled your core, and he moaned loudly, biting out a Fuck! right near your ear. 

JJ had barely caught his breath before he spoke again. “Get on your back. I’m making you cum again.” 

Oh boy, you thought. I’ve created an animal.

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[amandabbbbb]

summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”

[pogueszn]

bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo is giving jj x goody two shoes kook!reader

like head-in-a-book, straight A's, doesn't drink or smoke, rarely goes to parties goody two shoes kook!reader who gets dragged to a kegger by a friend and crosses paths with jj

goody two shoes kook!reader who is just absolutely enamored with him ( when i look at you my brain goes aaahh) but knows getting involved with him is a bad idea

goody two shoes kook!reader who agrees to sneak out to see him, who maybe starts taking a few sips out of his solo cup or takes a few hits off of his juul

goody two shoes kook!reader who really should be studying but jj just texted her and asked if you wanted to hang out (fuck it, it's fine)

are you guys seeing the vision? are you seeing it? pls tell me you see it

[bbyg4rl]

𝘑𝘑 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦

You were on your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes, lips swollen and slick, your hands gripping his thighs to keep him steady. He was so close it was almost painful, muscles tense and his fingers threading through your hair, but just when he was about to let go—he suddenly pulled back.

You blinked, breathless, watching the way his chest heaved, his jaw clenching like he was fighting himself.

“J?” Your voice was soft, but laced with impatience. “Why’d you stop?”

JJ dragged a hand through his hair, looking down at you with something desperate in his eyes. Then he sighed, tilting your chin up, his thumb swiping over your lips like he was trying to etch the image into his brain.

“Baby…” He shook his head. “I can’t.” He exhaled hard through his nose. “I can’t—fuck, I can’t do that to you.”

“Wait… are you saying you don’t wanna cum on my face?” You pouted, dragging your nails up his thighs, kissing the sharp lines of his hipbones. “I want you to, though.”

His breath stuttered, fingers twitching where they rested against your jaw. And then, just when you thought he’d give in, he suddenly hauled you up into his lap, flipping you onto the bed in one smooth motion.

“Not happening, princess,” he murmured against your lips, his hands already slipping beneath your shirt. “You’re too fuckin’ pretty for that.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but his lips were already on yours, his body pressing you into the mattress.

Guess he had other plans.

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