#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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[drudyslut]

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Soooo...., jj x reader x rafe doing this and fighting over who gets to go first because you just look and smell so good they can’t help it, when?

i’m foaming at the mfffff mouth 🤤🤤🤤

— warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, tit/nipple play, rafe & jj fight over you.

“you went first last time, rafe!” jj shouts, his hands protectively wrapped around your waist, fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts.

rafe snorts out a laugh, “yeah and i’ll continue to go first, you’re lucky i even let this threesome shit continue to happen”

you roll your eyes, back pressed against the wall as you just listened to the two boys bicker. you didn’t care who went first, you were horny, and you wanted one of them to put their tongue to use.

jj opens his mouth to speak, but you slowly put your hands on his, pushing them from your waist with a huff, “guys. i’m horny. stop fighting. rafe, baby.. just let j do it? okay? promise, you’ll get your turn”

rafe rolls his eyes as a laugh falls from jj’s lips. you knew being in a relationship with both boys would be complicated at times, but you never once thought they’d actually be fighting over who got to go down on you first.

“whatever. you got it this time maybank, but i’m the one cumming inside that pussy tonight”

jj smirks and drops to his knees. his hands find the waistband of your sleep shorts again, pulling them down in one fell swoop. he sucks in a sharp breath when your glistening cunt comes into view, “fuck baby, can’t wait to fucking devour this pussy”

you giggle, resting your head against the wall, impatiently waiting on jj to stop talking and put his mouth to better use.

rafe makes his way to your side, his hands steadying your body as jj forcefully throws one of your legs over his shoulder.

a loud gasp falls past your lips when you feel his tongue lick a hot stripe from your hole to your clit. you squeeze your eyes shut, your brain automatically going fuzzy when he begins licking and sucking at your core, his teeth softly nipping at your sensitive bundle of nerves every so often, sending chills through your entire body.

your mind is consumed by the pleasure jj was awarding you with, you almost missed rafe lazily pulling your shirt up, his large hands finding your breasts. his fingers find your nipple, rolling it softly between his fingers while his mouth left hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“doing so good baby, can’t wait to fill you up with my cock” rafe whisperers in your ear, his teeth lightly nipping at the lobe before placing a soft kiss behind your ear.

you let out a soft whimper, jj’s lips wrapped around your clit and sucking harshly along with rafe’s hands and fingers toying with your breasts and nipples making your mind go blank.

“fuck, j. ‘m so close baby” you whisper.

jj runs a hand up your thigh, his fingers toying with your clit for a second before he plunges two of them inside you without warning, “fuck!”

rafe smirks as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, “you look so goddamn pretty like this baby”

jj continues his harsh thrusts with his fingers, pushing them in and out of you at a quick pace while he continues sucking at your clit. you feel your orgasm brewing, stomach tightening, walls clenching tightly around jj’s fingers.

“go on baby, cum for jj, be a good girl and let go”

rafe’s words followed by jj’s fingers hitting at your gspot harshly make you come undone. your legs are shaking, chest heaving as you cum all over jj’s face.

jj helps you ride out your high before pulling his face back, letting your leg fall from his shoulder and back onto the floor, “goddamn baby, did so fucking good f’me” jj praises, placing soft kisses on your sticky inner thighs.

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[maiiuelle]

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the pogues take mario kart very seriously.

big john bought john b a wii when he was 10, and he and jj have been mastering the art of drifting and aiming shells since. spending at least part of the weekend stuck to the chateau’s small tv screen became mandatory. oftentimes, the crew would use a quick game to handle debates or disagreements.

“i’m tellin’ you. this plan is fool proof.” jj licks the inside of his lip, fixing his hat on his head for emphasis as he stares down a visibly unimpressed john b. “you don’t think goin’ in there—guns a-blazing—is gonna surprise ‘em?”

“i think they have plenty of guns to a-blaze at us, jj.” pope deadpans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans back on the porch bench. jj’s resolve doesn’t falter, he only shakes his head, looking between the other two boys.

“yeah—but that’s the thing—we’re faster, dude. i mean, you saw me at the beach, i was like—bow bow, bowbowbow..”

kiara bumps your arm, drawing you out of a daydream. you turn toward her, then follow her eyes to your blabbering boyfriend. “are you hearing this?”

you didn’t have to be listening to know his plan is absurd, but you shrug anyway. “i dunno, maybe he has a point.”

“sure..”

“y’know what, jj? i think we should settle this like men.” john b crosses his arms over his chest. “on the track.”

“guys—“ kiara starts, but jj cuts her off, pointing a confident finger at john b.

“you’re on.”

next thing you know, you’re sat on the couch inside, jj sitting beside you with a white knuckle grip on the wii controller steering wheel. he’s leaned forward, elbows on his knees in the most intense focus you’ve ever seen him in. they’re split screened, jj on the left and john b on the right, perfectly mirroring where they’re sitting on the couch. the ever so reliable john b chooses classic mario, and jj sticks to his routine choice, yoshi.

everyone’s eyes are glued to the tv screen, kiara leaning on the side of the couch, biting her nails anxiously, sarah sitting on the floor between john b’s legs, and pope sprawled across the leather armchair.

the boys are on their third lap, and it’s clear the competition is getting heated just looking at them. the first two laps were filled with shit talking and all around bad sportsmanship, but now they’re silent. neck and neck, they crash through the final round of item boxes, and the air stills as their respective power-ups shuffle.

“c’mon, c’mon.. big money..” jj mutters biting his lip. you’re enthralled, one hand resting supportively on his shoulder. with john b just a few paces in front of him, jj’s first power up loads as a red shell, and he immediately shoots it at john b. it hits him dead on, a cinematic slow-mo of mario’s go-kart sputtering to an explosive stop capturing the chaos of the room perfectly. jj springs to his feet, yoshi flying past john b’s defeated mario and through the finish line like a bullet.

“john b!” kiara shouts, hands flying to her forehead in utter shock as she watches jj cross the finish line in first. john b opens his arms in confusion, looking between everyone innocently. “what? he’s getting good! i mean—what d’you want me to do?”

“man, you threw that.” pope complains, hands wiping down his face as he grapples with the reality that is jj’s elaborate plan. john b can only brush them off, which is easy with jj shouting over all of them.

he’s already hooting and hollering. “yeah! yeaaah, that’s right, baby. don’t start sum you can’t finish.” he throws the controller down on the couch, coming back over to where you’re sitting and grabbing your hands, pulling you up to stand beside him. you can’t help but laugh, his elation infectious. he pulls you to his side like a trophy, pointing at john b in satisfaction. “s’why you don’t challenge papa j to a race, ‘les you wanna get owned.”

“i can count on one hand how many times you’ve won.”

“whatever, man, this time actually counts.” his hands roam down your side, gliding his fingers down the exposed skin below your crop top and he burrows his finger tips under the waistband of your shorts. “looks like today, papa’s in charge.”

“great.”

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[probably-writing-x]

Tread Lightly

Summary: It was never a good idea for two pogues to date, it was something you’d agreed on for years. But sometimes it was just impossible to avoid… especially when it came to you and JJ.

Warnings: Sexual references, cursing

Author’s Note: Just a little idea that came to me, I’ve been struggling to find inspiration to write the requests in my inbox so hopefully y’all can be patient with me <3 Thanks for the love as always xoxo

“Alright, you versus a bear, who’s winning?” You point towards John B, your beer almost spilling in your hand.

“Are you kidding? A literal bear? I wouldn’t stand a chance,” John B scoffs, reaching forward to take another drink from the cooler.

You were all dispersed around the grass outside of the Chalet - Pope and Kie sat on one of the tree stumps, John B on old garden chairs and JJ on the floor with his back against one of the trees.

“What kind of bear are we talking about?” Pope questions, “Because polar bear isn’t even worth talking about. Then again, I don’t think you’d win against any bear.”

“You guys have no faith in yourselves,” JJ pushes himself to stand up, “You just have to do that thing you know where you like…” He widens his stance and stretches his arms up high, beer still held in one of his hands, “And then you just sort of-“

“JJ you couldn’t beat a bear in a fight!” Kie interjects, “You would be dead in seconds.”

“You literally fell out of bed the other day because you thought you felt a fly in your ear!” You point out and all eyes look up to see you.

“When did that happen?” Pope half-laughs, his brows furrowing a little.

“The other day,” You clear your throat, trying to fight back the heat rising to your cheeks, “When we all stayed here. He jumped up and it woke me up, you know, because I was on the couch.”

They seem to believe you for long enough that the conversation diverts, but JJ’s eyes remain on you, a smirk tugging at his lips. You widen your eyes at him quickly but he just smiles at you more, shaking his head and taking a sip of his beer.

~~~

“Well look who can’t be trusted to keep a secret!”

The voice makes you jump back to reality - looking up from where you were sat perched on a wall waiting for that specific voice to arrive. It was the perfect spot, far enough away from the Chalet but close enough that it didn’t take long for you to meet. Today, you’d left first so now were sat waiting for JJ to meet you. When you look up, he is grinning at you, his hair messy over his head.

“I recovered it, actually,” You roll your eyes at him, “I can’t believe I said it, I wasn’t even thinking.”

JJ laughs and comes to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your legs, “I don’t think they suspected anything.”

You shake your head, looking down at him from your position on the wall.

“Ready to go home?” He smiles, stretching out his hands for you to take.

You hop down in front of him and he moves his hands to your waist to catch you, you just stumbling into his chest a little as he steadies you on your feet.

“Hi,” JJ smiles down at you.

“Hi.”

He laces his fingers with yours and the two of you walk down the lane towards your house, one only a short way away from John B’s house. But you’d take the longer way back so that nobody saw the two of you, obviously.

“How long do you think we can keep this up without them knowing?” JJ asks, glancing over his shoulder into the dark as he waits for you to open the door.

“I have no idea,” You shake your head, “But we have to at least try to.”

“Oh yeah this’ll just be boring when everybody knows about it,” JJ jokes, gripping your waist as the front door closes behind you.

He spins you around and you grip onto the front of his t-shirt, pulling him with you, “Boring huh?”

JJ laughs, stumbling to catch up with you as the pair of you tumble into the bedroom.

~~~

The following morning, you wake up to the sound of a phone buzzing repeatedly, stopping momentarily and then ringing again.

“JJ that’s your phone,” You grumble, nudging at his side as he was asleep beside you.

He groans and stretches beside you, his eyes still shut.

“JJ,” You push his arms off you, “Where the hell is your phone?”

He stretches his arms up and lifts the comforter off from both of you, looking underneath. When it’s not there, he stretches an arm over the side of the bed and pats around on the floor, finding his discarded shorts and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s Pope,” JJ grumbles, swiping to answer the call, “What do you want Pope?”

You can just about hear his words on the other end of the line as he raises his voice, “Where the hell are you? You said you’d help out with my Dad today! I’ve just come by your house and you’re not home.”

JJ looks at you and widens his eyes, mouthing a ‘shit’ before turning back to the phone, “Shit, sorry man, I completely forgot. I-“

He pauses and looks around the room as if an excuse is going to pop up out of nowhere.

“I hooked up with this girl last night who’s here on holiday,” He grimaces at the lie, “I just lost track of time and she’s still asleep and I can’t get out.”

“You’re an idiot,” Pope returns, lessening in his stress on the other end of the phone, “Just get here when you can, my Dad’s stressed as hell.”

“I got you, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” JJ nods, “I’ll leave now.”

“Oh, and Kie asked if you’d heard from (Y/N),” Pope cuts in quickly, “Apparently she’s texted her a bunch this morning but hasn’t heard anything.”

JJ looks at you and gestures towards your phone, “No, I haven’t spoken to her. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

They hang up shortly after and you glance over the texts from Kie in your phone - one asking you to call her to give her an excuse to leave home, another saying the surf was good so the two of you should go out, another saying that she’d be worried if she didn’t hear from you by twelve because you’re always up early.

“God they don’t make it easy to avoid them,” JJ jokes, pushing his arm underneath you to pull you into him, “I’m sure they can wait five more minutes.”

“Five minutes? Pope sounded like he was about to blow a blood vessel if you kept him waiting any longer.”

JJ laughs and pulls you over so that you’re on top of him, dipping his head to kiss your neck, “He can wait fifteen, twenty, maybe thirty minutes…”

~~~

By the end of the day, the group of you are all on the boat out on the water. The sun’s setting, the water is flat, and it’s only you guys for as far as you can see. You and Kie are leaning against one side of the boat as she rolls a blunt up between her fingers, the boys sat opposite you.

“So JJ, tell us about this girl,” Pope encourages, nudging his friend in the side.

“Wh- what girl?” JJ clears his throat, shifting in his seat.

“The girl you were with this morning,” Pope frowns, “How did you even meet her? We were at John B’s until at least twelve.”

JJ shifts again, “Yeah, well, I just met her on my way home, we got talking, what else do you need to know?”

“There was someone on vacation in the cut?” John B scoffs, “Was she lost?”

“No-“ JJ flushes red, “No it was just-“

“Are you hiding something from us Jayj?” Kie raises her brows, sitting forward a little, “There’s something you’re not telling us. Who is this girl?”

He moves again in his seat and scratches the back of his neck, “Cut it out, you weirdos. I don’t have to tell you anything, so stop asking.”

The three of them all exchanges looks between each other and you but you just shrug your shoulders as if dismissing the topic. And, eventually, they dismiss it too, all looking at him a little more suspiciously than before. You drink a few more drink, pass around the blunt from Kie and try to convince Pope that one puff wouldn’t do anything to him. It’s still a warm evening when the sun has set and so you and Kie convince the boys to dive into the water with you.

You strip down to your bikini and catch eyes with JJ as he watches you, his gaze trailing up and down your body. He notices you looking at him and his cheeks go red, a smirk hovering over his lips. With that, you step onto the edge of the boat and dive over, your arms stretching in front of you to hit the water first, driving you underneath the surface. When you come up, Kie and John B have jumped in too, John B shaking the water from his hair so that it sprays in every direction.

“Come on guys, don’t be boring,” You encourage, paddling with your arms to push yourself back in the water, looking up and Pope and JJ on the deck.

JJ looks down at you and smirks, like he is watching the way you move, diving in close to you so that the water splashes in your direction. You drag your hands over your hair to pull it away from your face, stretching your neck up as you do.

“Holy shit (Y/N) what’s that?” Kie exclaims, grabbing your wrist before you can move it or cover anything.

Hers, and the boys’, eyes are all focused on the purple blotchy patch on your neck - a mark courtesy of JJ from the night before, or from this morning, you couldn’t remember which one.

“I did-“ You pause, “It’s nothing.”

“That’s not nothing, that’s a hickey!” Kie laughs, “Who are you not telling us about?”

“Nobody! Nothing!” You shake your head, pulling your hair back around to the front of your shoulders so that it covers the mark again, “You guys are way too nosey today.”

“Yeah at least someone agrees with me,” JJ scoffs, “Seriously guys, leave her alone.”

Pope looks and JJ and frowns, “Are you kidding? You’d normally be straight on this, why wouldn’t you want to know who this guy is?”

JJ shrugs, “Well, if you ask (Y/N) about her guy you’re going to want to know about my girl so it’s not worth it. Leave it out, virgins. Find your own people to be interested in.”

They make a few more comments about how you two were just as bad as each other, and Pope makes a joke about how it’s like their parents are both having affairs at the same time, and John B reminds them that JJ and you would likely be the most unconventional parents ever. But, thankfully, it relieves their attention away from you.

You all swim for a while as the sky darkens, illuminating with stars overhead as the sun disappears. Eventually, Pope, Kie and John B each end up back on the boat, all three of them laying down to stare up at the stars. Pope points out constellations and Kiara tells him when he’s wrong. JJ swims over to you from behind, where the two of you are close to the boat, and wraps his arms around you.

“JJ,” You hiss, glancing up to make sure you’re hidden under the stretch of the boat deck pointing out over the top of you.

“Shhhh,” He mumbles, his head dipping to your ear, breath fanning hot over your skin, “They’re not looking.”

JJ moves to your neck and shoulder and kisses the skin, and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“I’ve missed you today,” His words are practically inaudible, so close to your skin that you’re certain he would mark them into you if he could.

You bring up a hand and run it through his hair, wet under your touch as you hum in agreement, “Tonight?”

“Tonight,” He smirks, kissing your skin once again before pulling away, “Alright, fuckers, I’m getting cold, let’s get going.”

Eventually, all of you end up back at Kie’s after she says that her parents are out. JJ makes a short attempt at coming up with an excuse but it is dismissed quickly when they say he never has other plans without them. So you and him reluctantly agree to go with the rest of the group, and now you’re all sat sprawled across the couches with a film on that you weren’t exactly paying attention to. JJ was sat next to you on the two-person couch as the other three were on the bigger couch adjacent. Kie reaches back and pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa, putting it over the three of them, and JJ takes it as opportunity to do the same, his hand resting on your thigh as soon as the blanket is over both of you. You look at him with raised eyebrows but he is yet to tear his eyes away from the screen, though a smirk now covers his lips. You place your hand over his but don’t make any effort to move it. He runs his thumb over the skin, like it felt so comfortable to have you under his touch.

The other three are completely oblivious, caught up in the film and their growing fatigue. You wonder now what they’d really think, if they saw you together, if they knew you were the ones occupying so much of each others’ time. If they knew how much of a secret this whole thing had been - would they laugh and tell you that it was stupid for you to ever hide it? But it wasn’t worth the risk, was it?

“Hey,” JJ squeezes your thigh lightly, “Should we get going?”

You nod tiredly and fight the urge to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I think we’re going to head home,” JJ comments to the other three, “Well, I’ll walk (Y/N) home and then I’ll go to mine, obviously.”

John B frowns at his friend, “I can walk (Y/N) home, she’s closer to my place anyway.”

“Nah, that’s okay, I like the walk,” JJ smiles, standing up and stretching his arms back, “It’s not far.”

The other three exchange glances between each other before Kie says, “Why are you being so weird recently?”

“Weird? We’re not being weird. You’re weird,” JJ shakes his head, stopping himself by chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Right… because that wasn’t weird,” Pope returns, looking at JJ as if some kind of alien was stood in front of him, “Seriously, man, are you ill or something?”

“We’re going now,” You encourage, “See you guys tomorrow.”

You know they’re talking about you as you go, questioning what the hell was going on. But you don’t care to think about it for too long. JJ’s hand finds yours as soon as you turn the corner out of Kie’s driveway and he squeezes some reassurance back to you - whether they knew or not, this wasn’t going anywhere.

~~~

The following morning, you and JJ wake up to no alarm, stay in bed until eleven, eventually bicker over who was going to make breakfast until you realise that you actually didn’t have any food in the house. He grumbles and groans before finally agreeing to go to the shop for you, telling you he’d go if you agreed to cook. You settle on the agreement and he tugs on his clothes to change, half of his belongings now migrating to your house since he spent so much time here.

“Alright I’ll be back in twenty minutes babe I-“ JJ’s voice cuts off instantly as he opens the front door.

He’s met with the sight of John B, Pope and Kiara all sat on your porch, looking up at him with the same ‘explain yourself’ expressions on their faces.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He calls back his hand settling on the door like he’s still deciding between stepping outside or just shutting the door and never coming out again.

“What did you forget your-“ You pause too as soon as you see them, your eyes glowing with the same panic that his did.

“Alright,” John B folds his arms over his chest, “I think you guys have some stuff you need to tell us, you know, just a few things.”

“Yeah, you know, it’s funny actually,” JJ lets out a half laugh and scratches the back of his neck, “So I walked (Y/N) home last night and then I went to go back to mine but I actually ended up staying, no reason really, well, there was obviously a reason, why wouldn’t there be a reason? And that reason was that-“

“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” You interject, releasing a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

He glances down at you like he’s misheard, incapable of hiding the smile that starts to grow on his features.

“You two have-“ Kie gestures between the two of you, “Are you serious?”

JJ looks at you again and grins, turning back to the group, “Yeah, um, for a couple months now.”

“Fucking hell,” John B laughs.

“So that’s why you’ve been so happy,” Pope hits JJ’s arm, “It’s because of (Y/N).”

JJ smiles and glances down at Pope, pressing his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling so widely, “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“You know you guys are stupid, right?” Kie stands up, “You could’ve told us!”

She hugs you tightly, whispering in your ear that she was happy for you before squeezing JJ’s shoulder.

“Yeah, seriously, you didn’t need to keep it a secret for months,” John B shakes his head, “We came up with much worse theories about what was going on.”

“I don’t think I want to know those theories,” You laugh and JJ reaches out an arm for you to tuck yourself into his side, his hand dropping to rest around your waist.

“Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up,” Pope smiles, “But, whilst we were eavesdropping, I heard something about breakfast?”

[featherandferns]

the first time jj saw you, from his point of view (a fascinating new thing drabble):

“You’re late,” Kiara hisses.

“Hardly,” JJ replies.

“Hardly? You missed the first four songs!”

“So? I’ll hear the last five,” JJ shrugs. He takes his flask out his short pockets and takes a sip. Kiara’s watching him, unimpressed. He eventually looks at her. “What?”

“Seriously?”

He doesn’t reply. Swallowing and capping the flask, returning it to his pockets, he glances around at the crowd. He’s not sure he’s ever seen The Wreck so busy. He seems to have arrived at an impasse between songs. There’s a girl talking through the microphone, getting the crowd to jeer and applaud. JJ looks to the stage, scans his eyes across the four musicians, not recognising any of them.

“So, which one are you friends with?” he asks Kie.

“The girl that’s singing,” she tells him.

JJ’s eyes flit to the middle girl. You’re dazzling under the low lights, shining above the stage. There’s one hand clasped around the microphone stand. You’re looking to the girl playing guitar, who’s still chatting away into her mic, and you’re smiling. It’s a reserved smile, almost secretive. There’s a pair of blue denim shorts on your legs, with a t-shirt halfway tucked in, faded and washed. On one wrist is a series of bracelets and around your neck is a string of pearls.

“The pretty one?” he checks.

Kie glares at him. “Don’t even think about it, JJ.”

“I’m just stating a fact!” he defends.

“She’s quiet, JJ. I don’t need you scaring her off by being all…well, JJ-like,” Kiara settles on, her tone firm with warning.

JJ rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets. JJ-like? Quiet? You don’t seem all that quiet, as you glance out to the audience. Your eyes don’t seem to focus on one person, scanning the heads, and then you’re talking into the microphone.

“This next song is one of my favourites,” you say in a cherubic voice.

There’s the quiet echo of you counting the band in, and the ginger-haired boy on the drums taps his sticks in time. The lyrics and music come in at once.

“Say you miss me. Say you wanna kiss me. I liked it better when you improvised the story we had. If you adore me, why do you ignore me? I liked it better when you sent me ‘sorry’ when I was sad.”

JJ finds himself tapping his foot along to the beat. It’s good. Catchy. Your voice sings out, effortless and light like buttercream. There’s a glaze to your face, like you’re lost in some world that the lyrics pull you into. He takes out his flask once more, has another sip, and lets himself enjoy the music. JJ can’t seem to pull his eyes from you; you’re enchanting to watch. Maybe tonight won’t be as much of a drag as he thought it would...

[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?”

[devinedoll]

did someone say bsf jj 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he would be the biggest perv ever i’m kicking my hair and twirling my feet

yes he would. deep down we all know he’s totally filthy.

he lovessssss boat days with you, watching you flounce around in your little bikinis, tits bouncing and ass jiggling. you’d lay out on the front of the boat, soft skin shining in the sun. jj would stare at you, pretending to fish but really just admiring your soft curves and pretty face.

he fed gets off on teaching you things, obsessed with the fact that you rely on him. he teaches you how to fish, arms wrapped around you from behind, pressing his crotch into your plush ass.

you’re none the wiser, smiling and giggling at him, happy to learn something new.

it’s not totally his fault either, you make it pretty hard on him. with your wet kisses to his cheek, insisting on sitting in his lap in the twinkie, snuggling up to him by the fire. you were basically torturing him.

so what if he jerked off to the thought of your plump tits smushed against his side? it’s not like it was hurting anyone.

and when he finally convinced you to fuck? you two went at it like rabbits. jj’s been holding in this tension for months. he’d be pounding you in a mating press 4 times a day.

you loved your little arrangement, great sex with your hot best friend, and nothing would ever change.

“jayj….” you cry out, continuing to bounce up and down on his cock. your pussy was making the most obscene sounds, spurring jj on as he focused on the way your tits jiggled as you rode.

“oh i know, babydoll” his hands fell on your waist, holding you up to begin his thrusting. he fucked up into you, relishing in your breathy whines as you met your high.

he spit out his shirt he was biting him his mouth, “don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner, could fuck this pussy allll day”

[ervotica]

jj is definitely the type to have a black cat gf and adore the fuck out of her. calls her corny shit like buttercup and cupcake and smears kisses against her scowling face when she gets tired and a little grumpy, even at the whining protests of ‘jayj!’ against his spitslick lips. he loves on her in front of the group despite the fuss he knows she’ll make but inevitably succumb to his irresistible charms (as he puts it).

jj never saves her a seat just so he can tease and tell her to ‘come sit on daddy’s lap, princess.’ (which she will); only to tease her with the nickname in bed the same very night when he’s got her speared open wide on his cock, gasping and whining and grappling for any semblance of purchase against the lean muscle of his torso while he wrings every drop of pleasure he can muster from her aching body.

he knows she loves him when she sidles in close, soft with exhaustion and sleep and snoring against the sharp angle of his jaw, sleep shirt (jj’s tee) half covering the soft swell of her bottom, rucking up when she shuffles to cover more of his body with her own.

he knows she’s temperamental and intolerant, and though that would be enough to steer many guys clear of her, it only reeled him further in.

because all the soft moments are saved for him.

[lovesphases]

rafe x bitch!reader

pt. 2

just thinking about rafe with reader who is (usually) so quick to ghost a man and never puts up with bullshit.

you and rafe had been fucking around for some time, yet to put a label on your relationship. rafe being rafe, didn't let that stop him from flirting with girls at parties, even taking some upstairs. god forbid you do the same. when rafe had spotted you flirting with jj he was quick to put a stop to that.

"the fuck do you think you're doing? get the fuck away from my girl." rafe had stormed over to where you and jj stood, yanking you away from him.

"sorry man." the pouge raised his hands in surrender before walking away. you quickly spun around to face rafe.

"you're fucking delusional you know that?" you poke at your chest, you were so angry you were pretty sure there was steam coming from your ears.

"watch how you talk to me. you're mine, i don't want that dirty fucking pogue thinking he can get into your pants." rafe glared down at you, his anger matching yours.

"oh my fucking god, you are such a fucking loser. getting pissy at me for me to talking with another man when you have bitches all over you constantly. im not yours, if i want to fuck another man i will. get. a. fucking. grip." you tap his temple with your finger, emphasizing each word.

rafe grabs your face, painfully squishing your cheeks together. "who the fuck do you think you're talking to. huh?" his face contorted with anger, its taking everything in him to not bend you over in front of everyone and remind you who's really in charge. you yank his hand away from your face.

"im talking to the person behind you. no im obviously fucking talking to you dumbass. you better watch who you're talking to. i don't know what kind of other bitches you were with before me, but i am not one of them. now get your fucking hands off of me." you shove him away from you, turning on your heel and walking away, leaving rafe behind you fuming.

[sunniepoo]

sleepover champion

~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~

when you had called rafe over all panicked, stressed, tired and desperate,the last he expected was to be greeted by a group of little girls barely past the age of seven, rushing their way over in curiosity and climbing him like a jungle gym

“woahhh… he’s so tall” one of the small ones announced proudly, while simultaneously taking a rough tug of his leg, attempting to yank him along on one of their games

the prospect of babysitting twelve girls didn’t seem too hard at first but the moment they started screaming competitions and using you as their own personal mannequin to play with-you realised your error

lucky for you, your boyfriend happened to be ‘ the sleepover champion ’ his words not yours, ranting on about tiring down wheezie’s friends and getting them in bed was no challenge for him

“i’ma tell you… i’ll have these suckers in bed by half seven” his tone of complete confidence contrasting the eight year old clawing half his face

“finish making up lunch and i’ll have these buggers settled in a second” he barely manages to get out as the next girl is climbing on his back, asking for him to play dress up with them

“kay’ new rule” the older cameron removing each girl off, placing them on the large couch in front of him “we’re gonna keep our hands to ourselves”

a mixture of protests splurging out the young girls, attacking the older boy as he remains unbothered whipping out something from his bag

“so who wants to play just dance?”

the loud music bouncing from the speakers filled the house, voices dropping as the minutes went by, clearly worn out from the activity

now leading to a full circle formed with none other than sleepover champion rafe cameron in the middle- it truly was a sight to see, a mixture of pre-tweens pounce him with questions

“is she your girlfrienddd?” a voice chirps out, leading all the girls to wait, anticipating for his answer

the cameron lets out a proud ‘yeah’ causing an uproar of giggles, the young girls fascinated

“she’s pretty” they all mumble in unison, yawns making an appearance, as they all slowly start to lean into each other huddling into a blanket

“i know”

and as the night rolls over you see a certain cameron, reading out to the group of asleep girls tucking each and every one in

“point proven” you admit to him “ guess you are the sleepover champion after all” pressing a soft kiss to the tips of his nose

~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~

[rafesmuse]

jj maybank’s hot and confident baddie!gf hcs ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

navigation . outfits . masterlist . rafe version .

ꨄ︎ this man is head over heels for you, kissing the ground you walk on type of energy. golden retriever & black cat couple. his friends frequently joke that you wear the pants in the relationship but he doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion— he feels like the luckiest man alive. “i’m her bitch? hell yeah i am.”

ꨄ︎ he feels so proud when you stick up for him, especially against the kooks. he’s ready to fight anyone that disrespects him but before he gets the chance, you’re already putting them in their place. he proudly watches you with the biggest smile on his face, letting you do your thing. “that’s my girl.”

ꨄ︎ doesn’t mind being submissive for you in the bedroom. calls you ‘mommy’ sometimes and lets you take control whenever you want to— it’s so fucking hot to him. he loves it when you praise him while you’re rocking your hips back and forth on his cock, whispering in his ear what a good boy he is.

ꨄ︎ he’s completely obsessed with you. always taking candid pictures of you and setting them as his lockscreen. his instagram page is filled with you as well, whether it’s the two of you together or just you alone. he’s literally your biggest fan and hypeman. “turn your head juuuust a bit to the left mamas, need to get that highlighter on camera.”

ꨄ︎ this man does anything for you. and with anything i mean anything. you ask for it and he will get it, no matter what. “oh, you think that puppy is cute? alright, ma’am. gimme three… maybe four working days and a puppy will be delivered right to your door step.” “j, that’s not wha-“ “sssh, just lemme make my girl happy.”

ꨄ︎ poor baby gets so sad when you get attention from men. he refuses to talk to you for an hour and will pout and sulk all day with his arms crossed. “he totally wanted to fuck you babe” “don’t be stupid, he was the goddamn waiter!” “so? doesn’t mean he didn’t wanna fuck you. did you see the way he looked at you when he served us those burgers?!”

ꨄ︎ you’re very protective of him and you make sure luke won’t ever lay a finger on jj again. jj spends most of his time at your house because he feels so at ease there, but if he needs to grab something from his house, you always go with him. if it escalates, you will have jj’s back before it gets out of hand. "listen, 'cause I'm only gonna say it once. touch him again and you're gonna be in big fucking trouble, got it?”

[drudyslut]

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/drudyslut/739556685075611648

Reader hooks up with both rafe and jj and they have a competition of who can make her orgasm more until she taps out/ uses the safe word

just imagine them both fucking you for hours and hours, you’re overstimulated, mascara stained cheeks, your pussy sore and sensitive.

rafe is currently taking his turn on you, fucking you roughly for the seventh time, “c’mon baby, give me one more, one more. need to make you cum more than maybank”

your pussy begins to spasm, your wet warm walls fluttering, sucking him in deeper.

your brain was fried, too fucked out to form any words, nothing but loud whines falling from your lips.

jj sits on the bed beside you, his hands wiping your sweat slick hair from your forehead, placing a soft kiss on the skin, “i know you got one more in it for me baby, c’mon be a good girl, cum for rafe and then it’s my turn again”

you begin whimpering, your orgasm rushing out of you for the fourteenth time that night. you couldn’t take anymore, you were too sore, too sensitive. they’d both made you cum seven times each, that was enough.

rafe slips himself from inside you, placing soft kisses onto your chest, “good job baby, such a good girl f’me”

jj pushes rafe to the side, climbing himself on top of you and lining himself with your entrance, ready to take his turn on you again, but you weakly press your hand on his chest, “can’t, no more, please” you weakly breathe out.

jj and rafe both chuckle, “you know that’s not how this works baby” rafe says softly.

you knew what they wanted to hear, you had to say the safe word or else they wouldn’t stop.

your chest is heaving up and down, your breathing unsteady and shaky. you slowly lift your head, eyes finding both of theirs, “red! red red red!”

they both let out a sigh, jj pulling himself off of you and giving a small grin to rafe, “seven times each,”

rafe smiles back, nodding his head, “not bad baby, but we will see who can make you cum the most soon, don’t worry”

[maiiuelle]

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jj would love having a clumsy gf.

i mean, he's not very graceful himself... exhibit a: him flying over a mop bucket, and exhibit b: him faceplanting outside the chateau. man's got experience.

he’s quick to brush it off, shouting “m’okay!” and continuing like nothing happened. he’s not shy of the spotlight, but i don't think he's comfortable with making everyone worry. even when he gets knocked out and pushed over the side of a boat, he makes a joke as soon as he wakes up to lighten the mood.

he'd have a playful reaction to your clumsiness too, trying to laugh it off with you as long as there isn't a threat of tears.

"what's goin' on, cupcake? this door run into you?" jj furrows his brows, rushing over as always to assess the situation. you nod sadly, and he breathes hard through his nose, turning his attention to the rickety door of the chateau.

"who do you think you are? huh, punk?" he kicks it back against the wall with a thud, the entire wooden frame wobbling on its hinges. "yeah—see what happens next time you mess with her."

it works like a charm, almost every time making you giggle at the spectacle he's making for you. he'll go on for as long as you need, he'll rip the door off the wall if it'll make you feel better, he just can't stand seeing you upset.

because of that, he is always the first to downplay anything embarrassing that you do with the group. when the cooler outside the chateau runs out of beer, you volunteer to run inside and grab another case. on your way back out, you slip on one of the wooden steps, landing with a thud. your back smacks against the stairs, and the case drops from your grip, landing square on the bottom step. you hear a bubbling erupt from inside the cardboard box, and you sigh. the pogues sitting around the yard all gasp, frozen in place with the unexpectedness of your fall. if the bruise on your back isn't going to make you cry, this might. jj is up in no time, shouting a "woah! woah! mama’s down!" and abandoning his turn to flip burgers at the grill to jog over and help you stand.

"y'alright?" you take his hand and stand beside him, rubbing at your back with the other one. he gets in front of you, running his calloused hands down the sides of your arms. "babe? did y'hit your head?"

"no." you squeak, and he notices your bottom lip trembling, sending his brain into overdrive. you turn to look down at the now leaking case of beer sitting on the bottom step. he follows your eyes, tilting his head to the side when he addresses you again. "alright—nothing to get all upset over."

he rubs your arm, holding out a hand as he moves away from you like you're a spooked deer. he grabs the case, ripping open the side to assess the damage. he pulls out one dented can with a stream spilling from the side. "the rest are as good as new, cupcake. don’t sweat it.”

he tucks the box under his arm, cracking open the disfigured can and taking a long drink. the beer sits limply in his grip, still spilling from the bottom. he cocks his head as if to ask you to follow. “c’mon, mama, walk it off. those stairs don’t know what hit ‘em.”

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[probably-writing-x]

Who Needs To Know?

Summary: It was the typical story wasn’t it? The Kook girl and the Pogue that she shouldn’t fall for. Even worse when that Pogue is the absolute epitome of everything your parents hated. But there was just something in that grin, wasn’t there?

Warnings: Sexual references, mentions of a gun

Author’s Note: Couldn’t started writing for outerbanks and not write for JJ of course !! Hope you like this one !! Let me know if you want to be tagged in future work <3

Not my gif

You know his eyes are on you, looking at you as often as his eyes will let him from the other side of the room, wanting nothing but your gaze to fall onto him too. You don’t bite, you let him simmer there in his own impatience.

“(Y/N)?” Kelce snaps you back to reality, “Are you even listening?”

No.

“Um, sorry,” You drag a hand through your hair to drag it away from your face, “What did you say?”

“Holy shit, what is that?” It’s Topper that notices, pointing to the dark purple blotch on the base of your neck.

He hadn’t even realised what he’d done until the mark started to show, and it had been a good few days of keeping your hair down or caking it in concealer. Though, today, you’d thought your hair would be enough. Evidently, it wasn’t.

“It’s nothing,” You pull your hair quickly back over your shoulders to cover it, fighting back the blush from your cheeks.

“What’s with the secrets (Y/N)?” Topper pries, “Who are you hiding from us? Are they here?”

His eyes are scanning the room but by the time his eyes get to the group of Pogues, he’s lost interest - instincts telling him you’d never go for one of them. You were Sarah’s counterpart for the Kook Princess title - both of you sharing in the ‘parents that own the place’ sort of lifestyle. To your friends, they couldn’t imagine you going for anyone from the other side of the island.

“Alright, well we’ll figure it out eventually,” Kelce wiggles his brows, “But as I was saying, let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah we can take the boat,” Topper nods, downing the rest of his drink and setting it down on the side.

“Coming?” They look at you, waiting for your feet to follow them.

“Um, yeah, I’ll catch up with you guys, I just need to pee,” You nod, “Meet you at the dock?”

They don’t question it much, but you don’t give them much of a chance anyway as you hurry off deeper into the house.

You get to the bathroom and pull the door shut behind you, not locking it. With any luck, a certain boys’ eyes would have followed you all the way here and he’d be coming in three… two… one…

“Having a good night?” There’s a grin tugging at his lips, his blonde hair splaying over his head in a messy mop, his eyes hazed slightly by the concoction of weed and beer in his veins.

“Asshole,” You mutter underneath your breath, “I told you they’d see it eventually.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t cover it,” He raises his hands in defence and your eyes catch with his in the mirror where you’d been frantically trying to fix your hair around your face again.

You turn around and lean back against the counter of the sink, moving your hands up until both of them link with his fingers, wrapping around his larger hands.

“Hi,” He smiles, the kind of smile that made you realise why you’d first even thought about liking him, it was irresistible.

“Hi,” You roll your eyes, an equally bright smile threatening to give away your facade.

JJ leans in and kisses you, lightly at first, just holding his lips over yours. But it doesn’t take him long to crave more, missing the feeling of you completely consumed by his touch. He hums into your kiss and pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. Your heart was pounding.

He just had that effect on you - your heart racing, stomach fluttering, and blood boiling all at once. He had kissed you and you didn’t want to leave.

“Tell them something came up,” He mumbles the words against your lips, not wanting to lose too much contact yet.

“And go where?” You pull back just slightly from JJ but it only invites him back with you, chasing you to now be pinned against the counter.

“Anywhere but here,” JJ groans, dipping his head to kiss his marking on your neck, “Anywhere where I can add to this.”

You laugh, hooking your finger under his chin to tilt his gaze back up to your eyes, “Give me ten minutes, I’ll meet you outside.”

With a final peck to his lips, you walk away, leaving his eyes chasing you like a puppy dog before the door closes behind you.

~~~

The boys and Sarah, and a few other girls from your year at school, are waiting on the boat down at the dock as you walk over.

“Finally!” Kelce shouts, stepping one foot onto the side of the boat to prepare to help you on.

“You guys go without me,” You encourage, your words making Topper turn his head too.

“What are you talking about?” Topper laughs, knowing you were never one to call it a night early.

You place a hand low on your stomach, “Girl troubles.”

“Okayyyy…” Topper raises his hands as if to back off, “I know better than to ask more about that.”

It’s a smile of relief when you respond, “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you disappear back up towards the house party, scanning the seemingly empty expanse outside for that familiar mop of blonde. Before you can pull your phone out to text, a known pair of arms wrap around you and pull you up from the ground. You squeal and kick out your legs.

“I thought you’d keep me waiting,” JJ says against your ear, lowering you to the ground and holding your hips from behind.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You smirk and lean your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck for JJ to nuzzle his face into.

That was one good thing about having to sneak around together; when you did see each other, Jay couldn’t keep his hands off you. Though you were almost certain that would never change.

~~~

Under the promise to be quiet, you and JJ sneak through into your house. He holds one hand to your waist and the other laced with your fingers as he follows your steps to ascend the stairs towards your room.

The pair of you ass the room where, luckily, both of your parents were still asleep and JJ follows you as close as he can be to get to your ensuite. He lifts you up to sit on the counter beside the sink, assuming your normal positions. When the two of you had first started seeing each other, it was all just fire, and bedsheets and peeling away clothes and fighting for dominance. It was a hunger, a craving. But it was more than that now. He threw rocks at your window and brought over food at midnight, he left notes in the morning when he had to leave or wake you up before sunrise so that the two of you could swim together before disappearing to opposite sides of the island. And he did this - he brought you home from parties and helped you get ready for bed.

He gets out the toothbrush you kept for him in the cupboard. He keeps contact with you always - a gentle hand on your thigh or standing between your open legs. He was soft and loving. So, though that fire still burned between you, it seemed to do more than just ignite you now. And it was yet to burn out.

“I hate nobody knowing that you’re mine,” JJ mumbles into the quiet, tracing his fingertips over your collarbones.

You narrow your eyes, “And who said I was yours?”

He cocks a brow at you, shifting both hands under your thighs and pulling you close to him, “Do you need me to remind you?”

You wrap your legs around him and let JJ carry your weight into the bedroom, giggling when your back hits the mattress.

~~~

The sunlight streaming through your curtains is enough to tell you that it is later than it should be. JJ is taking up your half of the bed, his torso flush against the exposed skin of your back. The bedsheets are tangled in the mess of your legs together and the sound of chatting in the kitchen is what snaps you into reality away from this haven.

“Shit, JJ!” You hiss, “Get up, babe, you need to go.”

He grumbles in his slumber and tightens his hold on you.

“JJ come on!” You hit his arm, wriggling reluctantly out of his grip, “My parents are downstairs, they’ve got people over today.”

You stand up out of the bed and try to find your abandoned clothes amongst the mess on the floor, tossing JJ’s tshirt and shorts in his direction.

“Come on, I’m sure they’d love me if they met me,” JJ yawns, stretching against the bed sheets.

“You know? That’s a great idea, if my Dad’s got his gun lying around I’m sure it would be even better,” You quip, pulling your halter neck top back over your torso.

“Yep, nope, okay, I’m up,” JJ scrambles up, pulling on his white tshirt and fixing his cap over his head.

You look at him with panicked eyes but they relax as soon as your gaze meets his.

“Hey, don’t stress, I’ll go out the window, okay?” He encourages, “I’ll make sure they don’t see me.”

“Okay,” You take a deep breath, “I don’t want to know what my Dad would do if he found you.”

“Well we won’t be finding out any time soon,” JJ laughs, stepping close to you for a moment so he can kiss you quickly, “Can you sneak out tonight? I have a plan.”

“Of course,” You smirk, “I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, and you might want to cover those up,” He points down at the marks now along the base of your neck, a couple spilling down onto your chest.

“You’re such an asshole,” You shake your head.

He grins and ducks towards the window before you can get too mad at him, clambering out as quietly as possible and lowering himself down the wall.

You watch him walking slip out onto the road, just past where one of your father’s friends was getting out of the car.

“What reason do you have for being around here?” You hear your Dad’s voice shout out, watching him walk down the path towards JJ.

JJ walks with his head focused in front of him, knowing better than to start anything - he probably would have done before he started dating you.

You can’t see his face from this angle any more, but you can only imagine the grin curling its way onto his face.

(((Would anyone want this as a series maybe???)))

[featherandferns]

hii ik this isn’t a prompt but i’ve been sick all night like throwing up and really bad stomach pains and i’ve been mostly alone so i was wondering if maybe you could write something ab jj being there for you and comforting you if not that’s totally fine🩷🩷🩷

aw no! hope you feel better soon! i totally get what you mean; i've had this awful cold for a few days and today is the first time i manged to sleep right through the night without fever dreams. hope this is okay <3

(content warnings: mentions of vomitting/sickness)

When you wake suddenly in the night, it feels as though God has chosen your head to play pin-ball in. Your brain rattles in your skull, swaying from side to side as if you’re at sea, and you blink awake with a wince. Something’s not right.

That’s when the stomach cramps kick in. Acid churning and burning like someone’s shaken a bottle of soda. It’s hot suddenly. Overwhelmingly so. You move to kick away the blankets but the force of it makes everything so much worse. The pain in your head and stomach. The dizziness and the—

You’re going to be sick.

Darting out of bed, you rush to the bathroom, barely making it to the porcelain of the toilet in time. The cringe-worthy echo of vomiting bounces off the walls. There wasn’t any time to even flick on the lights. It seems as if your body is hell-bent on churning up and out every single morsel of food and drink in your stomach, and then some. Vaguely you register someone scraping back your hair and rubbing your back.

“Sorry,” you mumble against the cool seat of the toilet, for some reason.

“Don’t apologise,” JJ shushes. “You good?”

There’s no time to even shake your head before the next bout of nausea hits. It’s answer enough – no, I’m not good – and JJ pets you through it. He flushes the toilet when you stop. Momentarily leaves you on the floor as he kneels to fill up a glass of water from the sink, handing it down to you.

“Take small sips, m’kay?”

You give a shaky nod. Your body is reacting like you’ve downed three cups of coffee in ten minutes. Shivering and jittery. Great - here comes the fever.

“Maybe it’s something I ate,” you think aloud in a slur.

“Dunno. There’s lots of bugs going round at the moment,” JJ says gently.

The ground seems nice despite it not having been cleaned in at least a year. You curl up on the cool tiles. JJ shrugs off the tee shirt he was wearing in bed, laying it over you as a make-shift blanket.

“I’m hot.”

“Damn straight you are.”

You don’t have the energy to laugh, but there’s a faint, quivering smile on your face. JJ strokes your shoulder as he sits beside you, watching you, eyes heavy with concern.

“You’re covered in goosebumps.”

“I feel like I’m boiling, though,” you tell him, shrugging off the tee-shirt.

JJ relents. He grabs a flannel from the sink side and dabs at your sweating forehead. It seems that even the risk that this might be viral isn’t of concern to him.

After about ten minutes of the two of you sat in the dark bathroom – you shaking on the floor and JJ stroking your shoulder, forearm and head – he manages to coax you back to the pull-out. Drenches the flannel with cold water and lays it across your head. Digs about in the cupboards for some (semi-out of date) anti-nausea pills. Helps you take sips of water from time to time. Once he’s done faffing around the house, doting on you, he climbs into bed and pulls you to lie against him. You gladly do so. There’s no complaints when your clammy skin hits his chest, or when your jitteriness keeps the two of you awake. JJ strokes your shoulders and back, pets your hair and softly scratches at your scalp. You’ve never seen him so mellow and calm. So focused on one thing: caring for you.

Somehow, you drift off. When you come to, JJ’s managed to sneak out of bed. He’s in the kitchen – you can make him out standing over the hob through your wave-like vision – and he’s stirring something in a pan.

“JayJ?”

He glances over at your raspy call.

“Hey,” he smiles. “Making you some soup. Drink more water for me, please.”

If you weren’t ill, you’d tell him to can it and to not tell you what to do. But it feels nice to be doted on sometimes, especially when you’re poorly. So, you oblige and sip at the water. It does help sooth your stinging throat, messed-up from the sickness. The stomach cramps are starting to ease and it makes you wonder if it was food-poisoning after all.

“I sent the others out whilst you get better, by the way,” JJ says. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl now.

“You kicked them out?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t use those words exactly, but yeah, pretty much,” he shrugs. You roll your eyes. There’s a faint, tired smile on your face.

JJ wanders over with the soup. He helps you sit up and takes perch next to you. You sip at the warm food, humming gratefully as your stomach sighs with gratitude for having something to focus on.

“What kinda soup is this?”

“Old Maybank family secret,” he says.

You quirk a brow at him, unconvinced.

“Campbell.”

That makes you smile. “Knew it.”

Once you’ve eaten as much as you can, you sigh and snuggle back into the covers. More painkillers and another wet flannel, and you fall asleep by JJ’s side. He doesn’t want to overheat you, so he just lets his feet tangle with yours. As you nap, he messes on his phone. No complaints that he’s missing a day of surfing, when the waves are meant to be the best today. No complaints that he’s sleep deprived from looking after you. No complaints that you’re a sweaty, slurring mess. Just you and him, and the unrestful rest that comes as you wait for the stomach bug to pass.

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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