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"Straight Edge Kegger" (2019) Directed by Jason Zink (Horror/Thriller)

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Straight Edge Kegger" dives into the underbelly of the punk subculture with a raw and unapologetic intensity. Directed by Jason Zink, this indie film offers a frenetic ride through the world of hardcore punk and the often misunderstood straight edge movement.

The story follows a young punk named Brad, played convincingly by Corey Kays, who finds himself entangled in a chaotic series of events after attending a straight edge house party. What starts as a seemingly innocent gathering quickly spirals into a night of violence and mayhem, as tensions rise and allegiances are tested.

Zink's direction is unrelenting, capturing the energy and aggression of the punk scene with gritty authenticity. The film's DIY aesthetic adds to its punk ethos, creating an immersive experience that feels both urgent and visceral.

While "Straight Edge Kegger" explores themes of identity, rebellion, and the consequences of extremism, it also doesn't shy away from the darker aspects of the punk lifestyle. The violence portrayed is graphic and unapologetic, serving as a stark reminder of the destructive potential that lies within any subculture. Though it may not be everyone's cup of tea, for fans of punk and gritty independent cinema, it's an exhilarating ride that demands to be seen.

Rating: ★★★

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— warnings: smut!! 18+ mean!rafe, degrading, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, face fucking, some slapping, hair pulling, unprotected sex (literally don’t do that), slight breeding kink, rafe is called daddy once, aaand lmk if i missed any!!

— note: helllloooo, i hope y’all enjoy this. i wrote this while watching obx and rafe being the unhinged king that he is!! 😮‍💨 it really helped set the anger in him. reblogs and feedback are VERY appreciated! love you all, mwah!

❥ i don't care who sees, princess- r.c

Getting involved with Rafe Cameron had to be at the top of your list of things you never imagined you’d do.

You’d been secretly been seeing the oldest Cameron child for a couple of months. It all started at a kegger, Rafe had seen you standing across the beach with your friends and was instantly drawn to you.

That’s where it all had started, and that’s also what had started the instant obsession Rafe had toward you, resulting in him losing his shit when he saw you talking to one of your best friends, John B.

“I just don’t fucking understand why you’re talking to him, am I not enough for you?” Rafe shouts, blocking your way out of his bedroom.

“Rafe! He’s been my best friend for years now! I don’t see the fucking problem, it’s not like we’re dating!”

Rafe chuckles darkly, taking a step toward you and wrapping his hand around your throat, an action that would normally be a turn on for you, but now, now it was just scary.

You give Rafe a look of warning, your hands clawing at his arm, trying to push him off of you.

“Rafe, let me go!” You shout, squirming underneath his grip.

Rafe releases his grip on your throat, stepping out of your way and letting you walk out of his room. You glance back, noting the look of anger on his face before you turned and sprinted down the spiral staircase and out of his front door.

That was a week ago, and ever since that day Rafe has been blowing your phone up, phone calls and text messages every single day for a week. You’d been letting all of the calls go to voicemail, reading and ignoring every text— texts that ranged from half hearted apologies to straight up anger.

You were currently laid in your bed, scrolling through Netflix, trying to find something to watch when the sound of a loud banging from your front door caught your attention.

Bang bang bang

You knit your brows in confusion, wondering who was beating on your door this early in the morning. You decide to ignore it, whoever it was would go away eventually.

But they didn’t. More pounding on your front door followed by the sound of Rafe’s angered voice booms through your house.

Bang bang bang

“Y/N, open this fucking door, I swear I’ll kick it down, don’t test me right now”

You quickly jump from your bed, grabbing your hoodie from the back of your desk chair and tossing it on before making your way down the small hallway and into your living room.

You inch toward the front door slowly, wondering what the fuck Rafe was doing at your house. The sound of his fists hitting on the door again make you jump.

You quickly unlock the door, swinging it open to find Rafe’s angry demeanor standing before you.

“Rafe what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Why have you been ignoring me?” He responds quickly, taking a step toward you resulting in you taking a step backward.

You peak your head past him, making sure none of your neighbors were awake before grabbing his arm and pulling him past the threshold and into your living room.

You quickly shut the door and lock it, turning on your heels to face Rafe. “Rafe, you can’t be here. People will see your truck and start talking”

He chuckles, taking a step toward you and wrapping his hand around your throat, pushing your back flush into the front door.

“I don’t care who sees, princess. Why have you been ignoring me?”

You bite at your bottom lip, the grip he had on your throat making your pussy ache for him. You look up at him with lust filled eyes, batting your lashes at him as you struggled to speak.

“I-I just needed t-time to th-think”

The corners of Rafe’s lips upturn into a smirk, his eyes turning dark as he watched the way his touch made you flustered.

“Is anyone home?”

“N-no. Why?” You ask, the ache between your legs growing, squeezing your thighs together to try and relieve the ache.

Rafe releases the grip on your throat, leaning his head down to your ear, his breath fanning over your skin as he whispered in your ear sending a shudder through your body. “Because i’m about to show you why it’s not a good idea to ignore me”

You open your mouth to speak but quickly shut it when Rafe harshly presses his lips against yours. He wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, his hands making purchase on your ass. You wrap your legs around his torso, hands flying to the back of his neck as your lips move fervently together. Rafe begins walking down the small hallway toward your bedroom, removing one hand from your ass to open the door and step inside. He kicks it shut behind him, walking toward your bed and tossing you down onto the mattress.

“Don’t ever. Ignore me again, alright?”

You nod your head slowly, watching as he pulls his white t-shirt over his head and tossing it onto your bedroom floor. You begin to salivate at the sight of his tanned, muscular body on display for you, always loving the sight of him.

Rafe climbs on top of you, his hands firmly planted on both sides of your body. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk. Gonna fuck you until you can’t even think straight, you’re gonna be so fucking drunk on my cock when I’m done with you, you’ll never ignore me again”

He presses his lips harshly against yours once more, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he runs a hand up your side, pushing your hoodie up and revealing your bare stomach.

He runs his hand up more, cupping one of your breasts tightly, fingers toying with your hardened nipple. You moan into his mouth as he pinches and tugs at your sensitive bud. Rafe smiles against your lips, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking at it softly.

“R-Rafe, please” You whimper, your hands running up the sides of his arms, fingernails digging into the flesh leaving half crescent marks on the skin.

He chuckles, lifting himself up on his hands and staring down at you. “Please what, baby? Use your words”

“Need to feel you, please. Need more”

Rafe grins, setting himself on his knees and tugging the fabric of your hoodie up and over your head. He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of your bare chest.

His hands fly to your tits, cupping them both in his large hands as he begins leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over your jaw and neck.

He moves his head down, pulling one of you nipples into his mouth and sucking, quickly switching to the other one and repeating his actions. He lets your nipple slip from his mouth with a pop, placing soft kisses on both of your breasts.

“Such pretty tits, and they’re all mine”

You squeeze your thighs together, the ache between your legs becoming more and more unbearable. You lift yourself up on your elbows, shifting onto your knees, hands flying to grasp Rafe’s hard cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Needy, aren’t we princess?”

You nod your head, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. Rafe tsks, removing your hands from his waistband and pinning them onto the mattress.

“You’ve been such a brat this past week, ignoring me, treating me like i’m not good enough for you, so you’re not going to make a move, unless I say you can. Got it?”

You sigh. “Got it”

Rafe let’s out a deep breath, shaking his head. “Got it? No no sweetheart, you know what you’re supposed to say to me. Say it”

“Y-Yes, daddy. I-I won’t make a move, unless you say so”

“That’s my good girl”

Rafe hooks his fingers into the waistband of your lace panties, sliding them down your legs. You shudder as the tips of his fingers run down your legs slowly.

You gasp when he runs his thick fingers through your slick folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers. He slips his index finger inside your soaked cunt, pushing it in and out slowly, his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, rubbing slow and gentle circles around it.

“Such a pretty pussy, love how wet she gets, just for me”

You let out a whimper, bucking your hips forward.

“Rafe, please. Faster”

Rafe grins, slipping another finger inside you. He picks up the pace of his fingers, harshly thrusting them in and out of you, loud moans falling from your lips when he curves them slightly, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

You grind your hips against his hand, tears flowing down your face as his thumb continued rubbing sloppy circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers continuing to work your soaked cunt.

You feel the coil tightening in your belly, your inner walls clenching uncontrollably around his fingers as your orgasm threatening to burst out of you.

“R-Rafe, s’close, oh my God, s’fucking close” you mewl, throwing your head back into your pillows, eyes squeezed shut as you harshly gripped at your bed sheets.

Rafe quickly pulls his fingers from you, making you groan from the empty feeling, pissed off that he had stopped right as you were about to cum.

“Rafe what the fuck?!” You shout, propping yourself up on your elbows and staring at him, a smug grin plastered on his lips.

“Brats like you don’t get to cum, not that easily at least”

You open your mouth to speak, but Rafe’s fingers being shoved down your throat cut you off. You gag around his fingers, tears brimming at your eyes again as he shoves them further down your throat.

“Taste yourself baby, so fucking sweet. Maybe if you listen, I’ll let you cum when I fuck you”

You inhale through your nose, submitting to him and sucking lightly on his fingers. You swirl your tongue around his thick digits, lapping up every drop of your arousal from his fingers.

You watch in awe as Rafe throws his head back, enjoying the feel of your mouth wrapped around his fingers. “Such a good fucking girl, fuck. I love how fucking easy it is to make you submit”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, hands quickly pushing his sweatpants down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Your hands fly to grasp his hard cock through the flimsy fabric, stroking his length softly, a low, throaty groan falling from his lips.

“Fuck, what did I say? No fucking touching. You don’t— shit — you don’t make a fucking move unless I say so. Now. I have to punish you, baby”

Rafe wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up and sitting you on your knees. He places a sloppy kiss to your lips, his free hand shoving his boxers down his legs and tossing them onto your floor. He tightens the grip on your throat, spitting into his free hand and stroking his cock.

“Suck”

You look up at him, hesitantly leaning forward and wrapping your lips around him. He releases the grip on your throat, wrapping his fingers in your hair and shoving himself fully into your mouth, the swollen head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him.

You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down his length at a quick pace. Drool runs down the sides of your mouth, his fingers digging into your scalp as tears blurred your vision.

Rafe grips at your hair tighter, pulling you off of him harshly, getting off of your bed, standing at the side and turning your body. He positions himself with your mouth again, thrusting into your mouth again. You place both hands on his thighs, steadying yourself as he pounds himself into your throat.

You’re a drooling, gagging mess. Rafe’s brutal thrusts pick up in speed, making you gag uncontrollably around him. You feel his thrusts grow sloppy, his hips stuttering as he chases his high.

You feel his dick twitch in your mouth, a string of curse words falling from his lips as hot, white ropes of his cum fill your mouth. He holds your face against his pelvis, filling your mouth with his seed before pulling you off of him.

You swallow his load, licking your lips and wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Fuck. I always love abusing that pretty little throat of yours, baby”

You smile, swiping your tongue across your bottom lip as you try and steady your breathing.

Rafe climbs back onto the bed, pushing you back onto the mattress and pressing his lips to yours. He groans when he slips his tongue in your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue.

He grasps his cock between his hands, sliding it between your slick folds, wetting the head of his cock before he harshly thrusts himself inside you.

You gasp when you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. “Fuuuuck, Rafe, feels so good”

Rafe pulls himself out of you slowly before he sinks himself back in. He begins pounding his hips into yours, his hands tightly gripping at your thighs as he pushes himself in and out of your soaked pussy at a brutal pace.

“So fucking wet, so tight. Tell me that you only get this fucking wet for me!”

“O-Only f- shit! Only for y-you, Rafe!”

Rafe smirks, jutting his tongue out of his mouth as he focuses on his thrusts. The squelching sound of your pussy fills the room, Rafe’s balls smacking at your ass with every push and pull of his hips pushing your closer to your release.

“R-Rafe! S’fucking close! Fuck fuck fuck, p-please!”

Rafe snakes his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers firmly against your clit, rubbing sloppy circles around it.

“Don’t you dare cum, not until I say you can”

A loud moan falls from your lips, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as you try and stave off your orgasm, not wanting to upset Rafe anymore than you already had.

“You’ve been such a fucking brat lately, thinking you can just fucking ignore me for a week, then thinking you’re just gonna get to cum whenever you want? Stupid little whores like you, don’t get their way”

Rafe cups one of your tits with his free hand, toying with your nipple as he continues his sloppy circles on your clit. He smacks your tit harshly, pulling a whine from your lips from the sting you felt.

“Rafe! P-please!”

Rafe chuckles, a dark look in his eyes as he continues pushing himself roughly inside you. You feel your walls clenching around him, squeezing around his cock like a vice. You were unsure how much longer you could hold off your orgasm, the coil in your belly burning brightly.

“Shut up. Don’t cum” Rafe shouts, landing a harsh smack to your cheek.

You feel his thrusts growing sloppier as he chases his own high, his cock repeatedly hitting at your g-spot. Tears blur your vision as you hold your cheek, trying to soothe the sting from his slap.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, gonna breed you so no other guy on this island wants to fucking touch you” Rafe grunts out, pushing himself into a few more times before he stills inside you.

You feel the warmth of his cum filling you, Rafe slowly and sensually thrusting inside you a few more times before he pulls himself from you.

You whine as Rafe pulls himself off of you, standing from your bed and pulling his boxers up his legs.

“Really, Rafe? I didn’t even get to finish once! What the fuck?”

He takes one long stride toward you, using his fingers to gather his cum, pushing it back inside you. “I told you. Brats like you don’t get to cum. But don’t worry baby, you’re coming home with me, maybe I’ll let you cum sometime today”

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rafey getting jealous pls xx

do whatever u want with this concept #becreative ❤️

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WORD COUNT: 1.2k

SUMMARY: when you tell rafe that jj could make you come quicker than him, he's determined to show you just how wrong you are.

WARNINGS: smut, oral (f receiving), degradation, jealousy, edging?

“Heard you went to the kegger yesterday.”

Rafe’s leaning against the doorway as he says this, a bit of an edge to his tone. Maybe if you didn’t know him it would’ve gone unnoticed, but you do, and you’re not exactly surprised he’s bringing this up. 

You hum in acknowledgement. “Yeah, why?”

His eyes follow your movements as you cut up some fruit for the two of you, and slowly, he makes his way over to you. You feel his arms wrap around your waist – softly, so as not to startle you – and his chin rests on your shoulder. 

“You need to stop hanging out with those pogues, babe,” he mumbles against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. 

“And why’s that?”

“You know why,” he grumbles, kissing your neck lightly. You shiver despite your best efforts not to when his teeth graze your skin. “They’re just no good.”

His bitter tone makes you smile to yourself, sparking an idea in your head. It wouldn’t be too mean to joke around with him, right? Just a little, since he’s so cute when he’s jealous. 

“Really? I’ve heard they’re pretty good, though.”

His head snaps up from your shoulder and you turn around only to be met with Rafe’s nose scrunched, his jaw set. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he looks at you pointedly, thoughts so painfully obvious in his expression that it almost makes you laugh.

At this point, he’s setting himself up for this. 

“Haven’t you heard? Every girl in town is talking about how JJ made them come in less than five minutes. Apparently he’s really good with his tongue.” 

You lean back against the sink, watching as he scoffs, then runs his hand over his face in annoyance. It’s almost impossible to keep a straight face, but you manage by pulling your lower lip between your teeth. Rafe’s eyes drift to your lips as he looks at you again, letting out a puff of air that resembles a laugh. 

“Every girl in town, huh?” he asks, taking a step in your direction.

In response you nod, but before you’re able to even let your giggles slip, he picks you up and sets you down on the kitchen counter, ignoring your shriek of surprise. You look at him incredulously, but he only smiles, standing between your legs with his hands on your thighs that the skirt you’re wearing does a bad job of covering. 

“How about,” he mumbles, squeezing your thigh. “We make every neighbor of mine talk about how I made you come twice as fast?”

“What–” you start to say, but he shuts you up with a kiss, tongue slipping past your lips.

You lean into his touch, obediently opening your mouth. His fingers trail up your thigh until they slip under your skirt, knuckles running over your clothed pussy and making you jerk up in surprise. He smirks against your mouth, pushing your panties aside so he can rub your clit. You whimper at this, pulling away from the kiss.

Maybe it’s your expression – swollen lips and wide eyes – or maybe it’s the way you’re practically dripping onto his hand after saying the most obscene things about some stupid pogue, he’s not sure, but at that moment, it’s decided. 

He’s about to fuck that attitude right out of you. 

“Wait, Rafe–” you’re caught off guard as he kneels down, pulling your panties down your legs. 

Instinctively, you look around to see if anyone could spot you from where you’re perched up on the counter, but all the windows are covered. Luckily for you, because the moment you feel Rafe’s tongue touch your cunt, all rational thoughts are thrown into the trash bin. 

“Oh, fuck.”

He licks a long stripe up your folds and you shudder, gasping for air. He’s barely touching you, and you know it’s on purpose, his mouth gently kissing your wet cunt and clit. It’s enough to have your breath become uneven, but not enough to satisfy you, and so, your hands move to tug at his hair in hopes of urging him into action. 

In response, he sucks your clit into his mouth so harshly your hips buck up to meet his face. He holds them down, moving down to lick up your arousal and plunge his tongue into your cunt. Your walls suck him in immediately, moans leaving your mouth loudly.

He seems to like all the noises you’re making because he brings his fingers to play with your clit while his tongue finds that one spot that makes your toes curl. 

Your legs start closing around his head instinctively, but he isn’t having it. His arm muscles tighten as he presses your thighs up against your chest, keeping them there while he laps at your pussy. 

“You like this, baby?” he asks against your soaking cunt, sending vibrations through your whole body and pushing your legs further against your tits. “Like being treated like the slut you are?”

You can only nod repeatedly, sobbing his name when he dives back in, his tongue hitting all the right places inside of you. It’s only a matter of seconds before that familiar feeling of rapture is stirring up in your stomach and you’re clenching around him again and again, so close to coming.

At least until his mouth and hands leave you completely, right as you’re on the edge of an orgasm. 

Your head snaps up in surprise, tears pricking your eyes at the sudden loss of contact. Rafe’s eyes meet yours and he tilts his head to the side with an amused smile playing on his lips together with your arousal smeared all over it.

“What were you saying earlier? Something about JJ…” he taps his fingers against your swollen clit and you whimper. 

“I’m sorry,” you sob, bucking your hips up to show him just how eager you are. “I take it back, Rafey, please, please, please.” 

He fakes hesitation for a moment — a moment that seems like it lasts years to you — but really, he’s way too far gone to be denying you anything. Something you probably could’ve figured out just by looking at his proud smirk if it weren’t for your dizziness. 

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.”

Rafe’s tongue swirls around your clit and you’re already dangerously close to coming. It’s kind of embarrassing, really, the way you’re whimpering and squirming in your seat when he starts fucking you on his tongue, forcing your legs to stay flush against your tits so that he can reach all the places that drive you crazy. 

“Oh my god, Rafe, I’m gonna–”

You swear you see stars as he pinches your clit softly, sending you over the edge with moans of his name leaving your lips. 

He lets you buck into his face to ride out your high, hands squeezing at your thighs until you’ve calmed down your breathing. 

Then he’s taking you into his arms, carrying you over to the couch so you can get comfortable. You fall back on the cushions, and Rafe’s face nuzzles in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin. 

“Bet JJ couldn’t make a mess out of you this quickly,” he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Not that I’d let him try. Want you all to myself, baby.”

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~ The Western State Girls Varsity Competitive Eating team bus has just pulled up to the parking lot of Baxton State Park. The girls squeeze out of the bus and make the ponderous journey to the trail head at the edge of the parking lot. Team Captain Tiffany Brooke, state record holder for Pies, Open Weight division settles down on a convenient log, takes a few moments to catch her breath, and speaks. ~

Whew... Ok girls, that's just the warm-up. Hehe... One minute.... Whew. Ok. ... As I said, that's the warmup. You all know the importance of a pre-meet run to build our appetites for competition. Well, we won't exactly be running, but I thought we'd get some fresh air and nature for our walk. We'll be stepping off shortly after some quick announcements and a little sugar boost.

Ok, first things first, if you hadn't already heard the rumors, Doc Brennan has cleared me to compete this weekend, which is good since I'll be carrying you bitches, hehe. After my little scare at the Epsilon Pi pool party I'm doing fine and the ticker's pumping strong. Silver lining is that I'm signing an endorsement deal with Medtronic next week, so expect a kegger at my place when that check comes. Doc did tell me to take it easy on the walk so I may be in the back for but if it.

Second, make sure your're wearing the new away Whataburger jerseys and bibs this weekend. They're a little undersized it seems so you may have to start with your day two sizes and hope for the best on actual day two, hehe. . Ok we're about ready to step off. Oh, before I forget, some night before the meet tricks. Take it easy at dinner tonight. Keep it under bodyweight times five for calories. Yes, Amber, I know it's hard, but you'll make up for it tomorrow sweetie. I've seen what you can do to a table of hot dogs. Another performance like last week's and you'll be in the 380 weight division by the end of the semester. One extra snack you can have is a great appetite boost. Take two cups of canola oil, and cup of sugar, mix it up, and down it. Perfect mix to get your body ready to chow down tomorrow. Just like Rocky drinking raw eggs, hehe.

Alright, now we're ready. One, two, three! ... ... Ughmph! ... Uhhmmmph! ... Whew... One minute... Just a sec... Ughmmmmph!...

...

Katie, be a sweetie and come hp give me a boost. Once I'm up I'll be good, I just need a little boost getting up from down here. Here, just grab my belly and lift it up. No, grab here. Come on, you can pul a little more. Straight up. Lift with your legs. Ok .. Ughmmph!! UGHFFFMH!...

...Maybe I need to get you girls on the weight room once in a while. Brock, come over and help me up, please? Thank you. Yes, just grab here and here, and hold up my belly. Wow! I feel 100lbs lighter! One, two, threeemmmphh! Yea! ... Whew... One sec.... One sec... Ok. Thank you Brock, you're the best bib manager this team could ask for. And so nice of you to give up your starting position on the football team to do it too! Whew... One sec... thanks again. ...

Brock, you can pass out the donuts now. We need our sugar boost before the walk. Only three per girl, we need to be hungry tomorrow. Oh! None for Amy! Amy, you're our last girl in the lightweight division, and your bumping against the top of the limit! We need you to weigh in under 220 tomorrow to have representation in all the weight categories. In fact, that sports bra is looking tighter than normal, give me 20 jumping jacks! Yes, right now! Go! One, two, three..., four, five... six ... *Huff*... seven ... whew, slow down... eight... slow down .. I can't count that fast ... eleven... *Huff*... Ok, ok you're good... Whew... Give me a second, girls. Let me sit down for a second. . ... Whew.

...

Ok, I think it's time you girls got on the walk. I'm going to sit this one out, Doc told me I should save my energy for the meet. It's two loops around the parking lot, almost 300 yards. Brock set up a water and donuts aid station on the other side of the lot. None for you Amy, you greedy little porker, hehe. I'll meet you all back on campus at the locker room. Go! ...

... Hey, Brock, could I get another boost up? Wow, that really does make me feel 100lbs lighter! What? It feels like more to you? ...oh, well I suppose... sorry... Uhm, but I should probably do some appetite increasing exercises before the meet tomorrow. I've got a full day, pies in the morning and hot dogs in the evening. Maybe we could go to the weight room and you could show me workouts?

[ispyspookymansion]

im not sorry for having fun and getting silly i <3 horror movies

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straight edge kegger (2015)

horror movies ive watched this year 75/?

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Straight Edge Kegger is now available on Blu-ray ($19.99), DVD ($14.99), and VHS ($29.99; limited to 25) via Scream Team Releasing. Marc Schoenbach designed the artwork.

Written and directed by Jason Zink, the independent punk-rock horror film was funded via Kickstarter in 2017 and premiered last year. Cory Kays, Evey Reidy, and Julio Alexander star.

Special features are listed below, where you'll also find the trailer, synopsis, and VHS artwork.

Special features:

Audio commentary with writer-director Jason Zink

In the Red: The Making of Straight Edge Kegger

Deleted scenes

Death By Toys commercial

Theatrical trailer Proof of concept Trailer

Side X Side

Tour intro video

Kickstarter video

After he thinks his straight edge friends have gone too far, young punk Brad (Cory Kays) decides to leave them behind when he meets happy-go-lucky partier Sean (Sean Jones). He attends his first house party where he meets beautiful Maybe (Evelyn Reidy) then all hell breaks loose. A group of masked intruders attacks the houseful of drunks and stoners making sure no one gets out alive. It’s up to Brad, Sean and Maybe to save the party.

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BABEEEEE IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS CAN YOU DO SMUT W RAFE IN A POOL

Title: You're mine

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: just you getting railed, what can I say? its just filth, read at your own risk, 18+

a/n: STOPPPP you literally read my mind! I had an idea like this in my phone's notes to write it down one of these days... I'm using it here cause you're amazing for that. It's a long one, I got carried away with it but damn, I'm proud. [2.6k words I'm sorry]

You may not copy or post this as your own, however, reblogs are encouraged! :) [Slightly edited]

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Today had been the biggest heatwave of them all, causing the beach to be stacked with nothing but locals and tourists. Even the community pools were full, and there was no way you were going to swim with half of the outer banks.

You laid back against your towel that sat on top of the lounge chair, letting the sun warm up your now tanned skin. Sarah had invited you all over to her house to cool off, including beers to sweeten the deal to a very grumpy Jj. He could care less if his body was ready to melt off, he was set on just filling up his hot tub with nothing but ice—knowing it won’t work.

That was his excuse—one that was easily dismissed when Sarah added in a few blunts she had stolen from Rafe's stash.

With a satisfied hum, you stared down at your body, lifting up your bikini top to see the color difference. You stood up, earning the attention of a particular boy that stayed quiet against the corner of the pool, sipping on the drink he's had in his hand for the past 20 minutes.

His eyes never left your body, it looked so deliciously yummy as the sun hit your skin. If looks could devour, he would've eaten you 30 times over. The way your nipples were pressed against your top, barely giving you any coverage. He was thankful to be hiding his boner under the water, hand adjusting the bulge every few seconds.

He couldn't stand the rest of the pogues that were splashing each other back and forth, splashing him in the process. But, you? ever since Sarah introduced you at one of the kegger parties, he was hooked right away. Most times, he'd go out of his way to bother your friends to catch maybe, just a glimpse, of you.

When the both of you were left to fend for yourselves inside the pool, he couldn't stop the smirk that his lips had formed. He'd finally gotten you alone, all to himself while the others had gone inside to order something to eat. He knew just what he wanted for lunch— he'd been staring at it for over an hour, savoring every curve and inch of your body with every movement you made.

You had your head leaning back against the edge of the pool, pressing your back into one of the walls and enjoying the water pressure that massaged your back. You hadn't noticed how close the boy had gotten to you until you felt his arm brush against yours.

Your head turned to face him, slowly opening your eyes with a squint, using your hand to shield yourself from the sun.

"What do you want, Rafe?" you asked, your eyes betraying you as they scanned his well-toned body. His chest looked so smooth, so delicate, Greek-like even. He wasn't too far back, now that he had you this close, he could see your plump lips even better; The way your bikini top hugged your breast, cupping them nice and tight.

He couldn't concentrate on your question, shamelessly asking, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" his cheeks were flushed with a hint of red, and not because of the small sunburn that had started to form.

Rolling your eyes, you were now standing up straight, crossing your arms as you spoke—his eyes quickly finding your breast once more, eyes wide, "I said, what do you want? quit, staring at my boobs,"

His eyes met yours, tongue wetting his bottom lip, "They left us alone," he nods his head over to the clear door.

"So?" you shrugged, turning your head to see your friends talking amongst themselves inside, keeping themselves entertained and not looking your way

You felt a breath against your neck as your head turned, your hands quickly reacting for you and pressing themselves against his chest," Rafe, what the fuck, are you doing?"

He kept his hands to himself, looking down at your hands that were warm against his chest, "Dont you feel it?"

"Feel what?" your eyes avoided his, looking at your own hands that seemed to melt against his skin, sending small tingles through your body.

"C'mon, there's no way you dont feel what we have here," he pointed his hands back and forth between you both, looking down at you as if it were obvious.

You've had your encounters every now and then. Hands accidentally touching when you would walk past each other, the way he always chose to sit next to you when you would go out with Sarah for drinks, finding him there with the boys. How he gifted you a necklace as your secret Santa, driving him crazy cause you always wore it, never taking it off.

"I-I Rafe," your breath hitched as he got closer, his lips pressing themselves against your ear while his arms slid around your waist, you'd taken too long to answer to him, too deep in your thoughts.

"Hm, what? I know you feel it, pretty girl," he whispered against your ear, his arms closing the gap between the two of you as he pressed your chest against his, "They're not looking over here, I just wish I could taste you," his eyes were placed on your friends who had left, probably on their way to pick up what they ordered.

Your hands were back on the water, accidentally (but not really) brushing themselves against the bulge that was painfully hard, poking your stomach the moment he had you against him, "Right now?" you mumbled, looking up at the tall boy who was now looking down at you, "I want to savor your pussy, and I rather do that in my bed than in here," he bluntly replied, shrugging it off as if it was the most normal thing to say.

The wetness that had formed between your legs made you uncomfortable, he had gotten to you.

You jumped slightly when you felt a hand pressed against your needy slit, his fingers adding pressure to your clit and you quickly gripped onto his massive arms, "What-what if they see?" you barely choked out, spreading your legs to give him the access he dearly craved.

His lips were now pressed against your neck, using his free hand to wrap it around your throat while he worked his way up to your lips, hovering over them. His fingers were circling against your clit, painfully slow as he spoke, "You think I give a fuck?" he growled, knowing there was no one at home except the two of you.

You mewled, holding back your moans at the way his fingers were teasing you, wanting nothing more than to grab them and push them in yourself, "Please.." you whispered, softly pecking his lips, wanting to feel them against your own.

In one swift move, your body was pressed against the edge of the pool," M' gonna fuck you right here, and if at some point someone comes through that door, right there," he pulls his fingers away from your heat, using them to point over at the closed sliding door, "I'm not, fucking...stopping," he whispered the last word against your lips, capturing them in his with a hunger he's been pushing down for too fucking long, caving you in with no escape as his fingers pulled off your underwear, throwing them across the pool with a splash.

Your hands were quick to palm him under the water, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip, to which he happily granted access to his mouth, letting you savor the taste of the drink that lingered on his tongue; The sweet taste of Mai Tai taking over your taste buds, intoxicating your senses.

His fingers found your clit, pushing your arousal back inside with two fingers, thrusting them against you with quick speed, earning a throaty moan from your mouth, pulling your lips away from his, "Fuck-fuck, right there," you could barely gasp out, tugging his swim trunks down his leg and wrapping your hand around his cock, earning a hiss from his perfectly pink lips that were now pressed against your neck, biting down against it as he moaned, pulling his fingers away.

"I can't, fucking wait," he let out as his tongue pressed itself against his fingers, tasting your arousal that had stuck to them underwater.

You stared at him in awe, holding onto his cock while you brushed your thumb against his tip, "What are you waiting for?" you teased, clicking your tongue as you bit your lip, containing your excitement inside.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” He smirked down at you, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip gently,”But it’s gonna have to be done by the stairs,”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, knowing you won’t be able to play it off if you get caught, “But what if the-“ he pressed his finger against your lips, holding your hand and dragging you softly through the water towards the stairs, “I don’t give, a single fuck,” he replied nonchalantly, sitting back against one of the low stairs, and pulling you onto his lap.

The water was by his hips, giving you the perfect amount of water to still keep the pool sex experience, “It’s on you, then,” you noted while you had your hands against his chest, pressing down against his member, the tip kissing your entrance with its leaking goodness.

“You think too fucking much,” he murmured, lifting his hips up against you while you teased him, keeping his cock between your slit—moving your hips back and forth. Your lips parted—letting out a soft moan, “Shut up, Cameron,”

“Yeah?” He smiled back at you, sliding his hands to your hips, dropping you down onto his massive cock. He ripped right through you deliciously good, earning a squeal that fell from your lips at the suddenness, “Holy shit,”

“Thats right, let ‘em know who’s stuffing your pussy this fucking good,” he groaned as he felt your walls around him, warming him up in a way that made him want to stay in there forever, “M’ gonna make you mine, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he gave you no time to adjust to his massive size, quickly thrusting up against your pulsing heat, that kept welcoming him in with a tight hug as you held on to him, scratching down his chest.

He was hitting every spot, reaching every crease that had you screaming out his name, “Fuck, Rafe!” Your hips rolled down against his, matching his pace as the water splashed onto your bodies.

You were so deep in your pleasure that you both didn't hear the car clicking sounds, his hands kept bringing your body down against his with force, pounding his raw cock into your tight wet cunt, that he'd fallen in love in.

Only when the sound of laughter filled your ears, had you then—opened your eyes, trying to pull away from Rafe who had your body tight against his, turning his head to the side to watch the way his cock would disappear inside of you, a place he dared to call his new home.

"They're here," you spoke rather too quickly as you panicked, not knowing how to explain yourself if you got caught. With one last thrust, he stopped moving his hips, rubbing your sides before picking you up and walking back inside the water; back to the corner, you were just by before, "Better act like you were just cold then, cause I'm not stopping," his voice was hoarse against your hear, his hand was pressed against your clit, rubbing circles as he thrusted deeply into you, waving back to Sarah who had her eyes on the two of you.

Your fingers gripped the edge in front of you tightly, holding back your moans as you felt the familiar feeling form inside your stomach. He set a pace that kept hitting that one spot that made your toes curl in pleasure, "Can I cum?" you begged, pushing back against his thick and pulsing member, that just kept massing your inner walls.

"Say you're mine," he was savoring this very moment, wanting to engrave it inside his brain as you let out a couple of quiet moans, barely holding onto his composure as you nodded quickly, "Fuck, I'm yours—I'm yours," you shakily let out, hiding your face against your shoulder as you came undone around him, your swollen clit swallowing him in with each thrusts—arching your back onto him.

You knocked all the air out of his lungs as you came, his hand wrapping itself around your hair to pull your head back roughly, his lips pressing themselves against yours hungrily, pushing up against you with a brutal pace that made waves against the water.

He wasn't done with you just yet, letting you finish yourself off to continue over stimulating your sweet cunt, "Look at you, such a fucking mess around my cock, huh sweetheart?" he breathed against your lips, his tongue sliding against them as he asked for an entrance once more, using this to spit down against your tongue—that you swallowed like the good girl you are.

You were sure the rest had caught on the moment you saw the kitchen empty, no sounds coming from it anymore. You were dickmatized, already craving to have him back inside of you as he chased his own release, keeping you from pulling away from him, "All for you," you moaned, your legs were trembling once more as his fingers kept rubbing your sensitive bud, the way he was so deep and had you spread all the way apart at his mercy; letting him make you his, right outside the house he grew up in.

With a loud moan as he spilled himself inside of you, enjoying the way your body responded to his touch. He was flooding your insides as you milked every last drop of his seed, collapsing forwards against your arms that were leaning against the concrete. Your legs were trembling as your knees buckled, letting go of the build-up he had caused inside of you once more with a shattered breath.

You couldn't believe what just happened as he pulled out of you, watching the way his essence slid out of you slowly and into the pool. He made a mental note to clean the pool later on, but right now? All he cared about was you as his hands rubbed against your sides, "You feeling okay?"

All you could do was nod as you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile, "More than okay," you lifted yourself to press a small kiss to his lips in appreciation. You ran your hands through his hair, letting out a small laugh, "Um, I'm pretty sure we got caught, though,"

He shook his head as he chuckled, cupping your breast in his hands with a cheeky smile, "How many times, am I gonna tell you tha-" you interrupted him, "That you don't give a fuck, I know, handsome,"

And there you stayed with your bodies against each other, enjoying the new relationship that had formed between the two of you. Already planning how you were going to explain yourself to your friends, who were clearly scarred, at least for a few months.

His lips were pressed back on yours happily, mumbling against them, "Let's continue this in my bed? I wanna taste you," he whined softly before continuing, "I wanna taste you, fuck you with my tongue,"

Your legs were back to being jelly, tugging him out of the pool with no hesitation back up towards his room, not needing to answer him with your obvious actions.

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I had no idea how to end it omg, I would've kept that shit going for hourssss

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night on the beach (j.m)

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paring(s): jj x reader

summary:  JJ invites the smart girl from class to a party, only to spend the rest of the night talking by the ocean shore.

warning: drinking, language, innuendos to sex, kissing, abuse

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Y/n sat with her feet dangled off the edge. Life and death at her fingertips. She exhaled slowly. "I don't want to die, but I don't know what I'm living for either." Y/n confessed to the moon. Even he would go away for some time.

Tears continued to pour down here cheeks, burning the bruise forming on her face. What did I do to deserve the venom he pours out. My own father. The beatings were nothing new, but lately it's been getting worse. Not that anybody pays attention. Especially a nobody from the cut.

"I needed the money you fucking whore." Her father screamed in her face.

Unable to move in fear, he grabbed his daughter by the hair and threw her to the ground. A small gash quickly formed above the eye.

"Dad." Y/n tried to reason with her father. "We have to pay the bills."

"Well get it back. I had something in mind to buy." Drugs. He meant drugs. Specifically the white powder that coated the counter.

Y/n tried to push out the memories and began walking around. Everything is closing right now, but she wasn't ready to back. Maybe a late night surf, she thought.

Quickly, she walked home to grab her gear from the garage and headed back to the coast. Y/n wasn't sure if she could call it her happy spot. She was rarely happy anymore, just distracted.

Y/n slipped off her hoodie and headed straight for the water. Waves crashing around her. She got up a few times, surfing through the barrel only once before crashing down. As Y/n bobbed in water, she thought of something she only does out on the water. She thought of her brother. Maybe he was looking down smiling at her? She hoped and prayed because Y/n never wanted to disappoint him.

"Way to go!" A voice called from the shoreline. Heat flooded her face. Who would even be out her this time at night? Y/n heard a few more voice chatter as she swam in. One she could distinctly call out. JJ Maybank.

The boy she sat behind in math. Everyone thought he was cute. Who wouldn't? Y/n was thankful for the darkness hiding her faint blush. They hooked up a few times, mostly after a kegger, but that was as far as that went. Nothing more than a few hellos and "do you have the answers?"

"Y/n?" He called as she got out and carried her board to shore.

Y/n plastered on her smile. "Jj! What are you doing here?"

"Us poges just got done eating at the wreck and saw someone surfing. We wanted to check it out." He proudly stated. Y/n grew insecure, wondering how much they all saw. How embarrassing she thought. She took a few nasty tumbles.

The rest of the group stood around in silence as Y/n wrapped a towel around herself. "I'm pretty sure you know John B, Pope, Kiara, and Sarah."

"Not personally, but hello. I'm Y/n."

Kiara smiled. "I've seen some of your art hanging in school. Amazing work."

Y/n hummed a thanks and made small talk until dismissing herself.

John B and Sarah walked hand in hand, talking in hushed tones with JJ as everyone else headed to the van. "What do you know about her JJ?" Sarah asked, curious about the girl she barely knew.

JJ shrugged. "Y/n always has a lot of pencils and she is super smart. Although very quite. Apparently she is good at art too."

"She seems really nice. Who does she hang out with?" This only earned another shrug.

"I only see her in math. We don't talk a whole lot." He ran his fingers through the his messy blonde hair, pushing it back. He wasn't sure if he should mention their hooking up."Why so curious?"

Sarah pressed her lips together. "There's just something about her. Crazy how we can go to the same school for years and I don't even know her that well. I know nearly everyone."

John B finally chimed in as JJ sped up in front of teen. "Okay ms. social butterfly, are we taking you home or are you coming back with us."

She giggled. "I think I better go home. Raef would kill me if I'm out again."

John B kissed her on the temple. "I love your heart for other people, you know that?"

The rest of the night wrapped up quickly for them and they all headed to bed.

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Y/n looked in the mirror one last time. All the bruises were perfectly covered. An art she learned young. It was cooler than most days, so the sweats wouldn't be completely odd. It's better than the tight shirt clingy to the open wounds.

She glanced at the clock. "Shit." She muttered, hoping she wasn't gonna be late. Running down the stairs and slipping past her father passed out on the couch, Y/n made it to the car.

The drive to school wasn't long but she dreaded it. A constant reminder of how she's alone. Her few friends either moved or died. "Just one of those quite kids" people called her. Little do they know why.

Y/n walked through the halls. Kids talked about some kegger happening that night. Others chatted about homework. A few more weeks and junior year would be over. Y/n counted every day.

"Hey Y/n." Sarah smiled and wave. Weird, her and John B usually just pass by. Probably because she saw them last night. Y/n returned the gesture and headed to first period. Pre-calc. Her favorite, though she would never admit that.

The teacher greeted her and she a seat. Right behind the blonde boy. "Morning Y/n."

She smiled. "Morning JJ. Need a pencil?"

He let out a chuckle. "Of course. But I wouldn't ask anyone else."

"I might have to run to the store soon if you don't start returning these." Y/n pulled a simple number two pencil from her bag and handed it to him. The morning usual.

JJ leaned back in his chair and shifted to look at her. She was quite beautiful and everyone knew that, but he would never say it. "What were you doing on the waves that late?"

"Trying to live." Her words implied something way deeper than he could possibly understand. A sad smile appeared on her lips.

"Well there's this party tonight. You should come." Y/n pondered his words. "Maybe after we could ride some waves." He followed the statement with a smirk.

"JJ, why do I have the feeling you're not talking about surfing."

The boy ran his fingers through his hair and grinned. "I wanna see you do that trick again, miss Y/n."

"I think I'll look pretty stupid if I bring my board."

"Just keep it in car. Please come. It'll be fun. I'll even hang out with you." Y/n rolled her eyes.

She giggled. "Okay fine. I'll be there."

"Good good." The boy mumbles and turns back to the front making conversation with the kid next to him before class began.

"Okay the final study packet is due-" the teacher continued to talk about what we needed to know and then dismissed us to work. "I have to step out of the classroom and handle some stuff. If you have any questions ask Y/n." Y/n roll her eyes and throw her head on the desk.

"What do you have in this class anyways?" JJ turned around again once she left.

Y/n shrugged. "A 97." Math once something that came easy to her. She always pushes for good grades. Just like her brother. Y/n really just wanted to make something of herself. Maybe her father wouldn't see her as a disappointment.

JJ jaw dropped. "How?" JJ struggled when it came to school. Maybe it was the fact he rarely payed attention, let alone show up. "Everyone is struggling for a B."

The corners of her mouth turned upward. "If you need help, just say something. No need to be secretive." Y/n loved these games. A little banter here and there. Strictly platonic. Until it wasn't.

JJ grabbed his paper and set it on her desk. "Okay miss teacher. Teach." With that class passed pretty quickly.

After math, JJ decided to head back to John B's. He didn't care about school that much but it was a good escape sometimes.

Once he got there, he sat on the hammock, rolled a blunt, and passed out. The act of living wore him out. Issues with his dad at home, crazy adventures with the pogues, and school. Sometimes it could be a little too much. Granted he loved his friends no matter what. He was just exhausted. "Summer is coming soon." He'd tell himself. "A new start."

JJ also took this time to ponder the girl in his math class. Y/n Y/L/n. A breath of fresh air. She was always kind. Nothing he'd ever met before. He's never hooked up with someone so intelligent and open. JJ wanted to get to know her more but was clueless on how to go about. Girls flock to him, he never chases. Plus she probably wasn't interested in him like that. It's been strictly sex. That's it.

"JJ" John B called as he hopped out of the van. A grin plastered on his face. "Pregaming already?" JJ turned over and groaned. "Get up JJ." John B helped him up. A smile never leaving his lips. With that, they all hung out until it was time to head to the bone yard.

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Y/n showed up later than most people, but that didn't stop her from jumping right in. She said hello to some people from classes then grabbed two shots on a table and downed them.

"No chaser?" JJ wrapped his arms around her from behind.

She looked up with innocent eyes. "Only you." They both let out a laugh.

"Come on." JJ guided her through the sea of people with his hand on the back where the shoulders meet the neck. Y/n liked the feeling as well. She felt important, almost as if she was protected.

She felt foolish thinking that a hand on the back is protective. Maybe she just hasn't felt anything remotely close in so long.

"Y/n, you remember them." Gesturing towards Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara.

She smiled and waved. "I love your top." Sarah Cameron gushed over her. JJ didn't know how to say it, but he loved it as well.

Y/n wore a white mesh sleeve corset top, frayed jean shorts, and a folded head scarf holding her waves back. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Me? Look at your dress! Doesn't she look just darling, John B?" Sarah twirled in her blue floral v-neck dress.

"Don't I, John B?" John B grabbed his girlfriend and kissed her on the temple.

"I like you Y/n. We're keeping you around." Sarah giggled and soon her and John B walked away to go socialize. Kiara and Pope went off in different directions.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Y/n asked.

"Lead the way."

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"Y/n." JJ was getting dragged by the hand along the coast. Her hair whipping behind her as she ran.

"You gotta keep up." She stumbled over her words and nearly tripped a few times.

"You've had a little too much to drink, didn't you, Y/n?" Giggles erupted from her lips.

She stopped and looked at JJ in the eyes. JJ was mesmerized by the beautiful green reflected in the moonlight. In an instance, he pulled her hips in, pressing his lips to hers. They moved in a perfect rhythm, hands wandering the bodies before them.

"You're so beautifully sculpted, Mr. JJ Maybank." Y/n mumbled against his lips.

Both his hands traveled to her thighs lifting Y/n up and carrying towards the edge of the water. "Is that so, Miss Y/L/n?"

With both her arms around his neck she slightly pulled back. "A few compliments back would be nice."

"You are as beautiful as the goddess of beauty and as tall as a Buffalo."

They both snickered. "Are buffalos 5ft 3in?"

"Give or take." Her feet touched the cool water as they returned to kissing. JJ glided his hands up her bare back and played with the hem of Y/n's top. She quickly helped him by pulling it over her head.

JJ gazed her body, stopping cold in his tracks. "Y/n-?" He began but was cut short when she started trailing kisses down his jaw. Even she could feel the tension. "Y/n, what happened?" His hands rested on her hips but gesturing to her bruised ribs.

"Fathers, ya know?" She tried to laugh it off. Why did he have to mention it, she thought to herself.

"I do." His face flooded with pain. Of course he knew. But she didn't deserve it. JJ knew how to defend himself. It was man to man with his father, but this wasn't fair. She wouldn't even kill the spider that crawled across her papers in math. "What happened?"

Y/n pulled back and gained a small distance between them. "You can talk to me." He pleaded.

"Maybe we should just head back." She grabbed her shirt, trying to put it on it a hurry.

"Fuck." She screamed in frustration. Tears at the surface.

JJ walked over to where she stood and helped her put it on. That's when the tears flooded. She began cursing at herself. "I can handle myself. I can do this by myself. I'm not some helpless girl." JJ could feel the anger rising. An anger he knew all to well.

"You are so strong. I'm not saying you can't do this. But I want you to know you don't have go through this alone. I know what it's like." Her body crumpled over as she sobbed. This was not the girl he knew. Usually so put together, calm, and in control of her emotions. Now he saw her in a different light. More human and, in its own twisted way, relatable.

JJ sat beside her and pulled her close, holding Y/n like Kiara, Pope, and John B have done in the past. The tables have turned.

"I'm sorry I ruined tonight. I ruined the mood. I am so sorry." Guilt written on her face. But she had nothing to be guilty for. She curled into his side.

Y/n was in shock. She never let her guard down, she never breaks down in front of people. Not even her brother. So why now? In front of the one guy she'd least expect it. Maybe because it was built up over so much time, or maybe it was the fact he really did understand. Her heart was betraying what she knew.

JJ continued to hold her. Once he felt her breathing calm down, he spoke. "What's going on in the pretty little brain of yours?" He brushed some loose strands of hair from her cheeks.

"I-" she began but closed her mouth. JJ silently played with the ends of her hair, cheering her on. "I've never had anybody notice. It was easier when it's just me." Y/n let out a shaky sigh. "I guess makeup can only do so much."

JJ sat her up. "See this scar on my lip?" She gently brought her fingers to the spot. "That thing has been busted open more times I can count because of my father. And see on my knuckles?" He held up a loose fist. "I've sent my hand through a wall. Trying to fight back."

Y/n lifts her hand as well. "I have one of those too. I was just really angry though."

JJ hung his head with a small chuckle. "See, you aren't alone in this. We all have scars. Some more similar than others, but you never have to go through it alone. I trust John B with my life. I may not tell him everything, but I know I have him in my corner to talk me down. Who do you go to?"

Y/n hung her head. She knew she had Mira , her brothers girlfriend before he passed, but that was really it. She didn't even know how bad it was. Especially once her brother was gone, she didn't want to burden her friend even more. It hasn't even been a full month since the accident.

Tears flooded Y/n's face once more as she shook her head. "I can't go to them. They wouldn't understand anyways."

"If you can't go to them, come to me." JJ's mind was racing. How long had this been going on? How did she manage like this? How could anyone do this to her? He felt his anger build up. A deep hatred for the man she calls a father. It was the same hatred he felt for his own.

"JJ?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. He looked her in the eyes and nodded. "Can we please just move on from this? I don't like talking about it."

"Of course, Y/n. I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want to. Sorry if I made you feel like you had to open up-" he was rambling and she knew it. So to shut him she kissed him.

Not a long lingering one leading to more, but a simple and sweet peck. "Oh and JJ?"

"Yes, Y/n."

"Can you please just hold me for a little while longer?" And so he did, wrapping her body in between his arms while she curled into a near fetal position.

JJ had very few thoughts after this except one. Y/n was more than just a hookup, more than some acquaintance in his class. She was his friend. If not, maybe something more.

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JJ and Y/n had talked all night only realizing that once the sun had risen. "Shit, I have work." She checked her watch reading 06:38.

"Do you need to run by your house or anything? JJ asked, still processing the fact it's too early to be up.

Y/n shook her head no. "I have everything in the car. Do you need a ride to John B's?" He began to grin.

"If you wouldn't mind." He stood up and stretched. Y/n enjoyed the view, not only him, but the silhouette casted by the rising sun. She felt closer to JJ after last night and saw him in new way.

He wasn't some overly cocky blonde headed boy, JJ Maybank was caring and mentally strong no matter what he might come off as. They spent the night talking on the beach about everything under the sun from their fathers to their favorite finger. It was nice to see his true colors beyond math class. Maybe they weren't so different, Y/n thought to herself.

"Come on we have to get you to work and I want to try and get back some sleep." Both smiled at each other, never breaking eye contact.

"Y/n." She hummed to the sound of his voice. "I really enjoyed last night and I would love to continue to get to know you more." Her eyes darted to shoreline as they walked. "I- I mean if you want. I completely get it."

Y/n thought about her words carefully, not wanting to sound too eager. "I would like that very much JJ."

JJ face beamed. But in the back of his mind he was trying to sort through his feeling. He genuinely liked her, but was it truly in a way more than friends? This was something he has never experienced anything remotely close. JJ felt a sense of protection for Y/n. It was different from his protection for the pogues. That came from a sense of loyalty. For Y/n, it came from understanding.

They both hopped into her mini van and took off. JJ's eyes roamed the car. The back seats we folded down and a mattress placed on top, small plastic containers holding clothes. For the back of a van, she made the most of the space. "You live back there?" JJ gestured?

"On occasion. Sometimes I just like to drive up to the cliffs, pop the trunk and think." Her eyes showed with innocence.

"No surf board?" JJ cocked an eyebrow.

"Behind the boxes. You told me to bring it, remember."

"Ah yes. I do."

Y/n's face darkened with a somberness. "I am really sorry about last night."

"Please Y/n, don't be. I completely get. The only difference is people know about my dad. We have our breaking points and sometimes people bring it out. A while back Kiara noticed the bruises. I have a feeling she already knew but there was no hiding from it once she mentioned it. She kept pestering me and I broke. There was a lot more leading up to it but still."

Y/n continued to listen intently to what he was saying.

"I'm glad you told me. Maybe now we can keep an eye for each other and check in. It's not an easy thing to go through and so many people don't understand. If you ever need to talk, you can always reach out." He rambled on. Y/n could feel how nervous so in a simple manner she grabbed his hand to reassure him.

"You have my word, JJ. And you can always come to me. I don't know if I can be as much help as you were to me, but I will be here to listen." Y/n looked at him and grinned." I might even be able hold you like you did."

"I'll count on it." The car ride became quiet but both not letting go of the others hand. JJ felt important and wanted. Not wanted, needed. For the first time in a long time he felt good, that what he went through wasn't a complete waste. He could use it to help Y/n. JJ could sense she didn't know how to process her.

Y/n kept glancing at their hands still intertwined. For once in her life she felt heard. It was different from her brother and Mira. Plus she felt like JJ wasn't forced to listen. A brother is like a built in vent box, so is his girlfriend. JJ understood on a whole other level. Just his presence brought a sense of comfort. She felt so lost, but he was guiding her. It was all so new to her.

"We're here." Y/n said as she put the car in park.

"I know you're working, but would you like to hang out with John B, Sarah, Kiara, Pope and I after? We're probably just gonna chill around a small fire. They think you're really cool, especially after last night." JJ seemed a little shyer than usual.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll text you when I'm on my way."

"Good, good." He said and opened the door, released her hand, and went up to John B's door step. Before he went inside, JJ turned and waved. Then Y/n was off.

"You here pretty early." John B sat in the kitchen area eating breakfast. He noticed JJ's dream like state.

"She had to work." JJ sat down with a sigh.

"Did you fuck her?" Instead of responding, JJ shook his head no. This surprised John B. He's seen Y/n slip out the door on several accounts after keggers. "Then what happened, bud?" John B's had a small smile on his face.

JJ spoke without thinking a single thought, anything in his head. "We we're gonna fuck, but then stuff happened and we ended up talking and it was a really good talk. And we just talked, then the sun came up and it was basically time to go." This went on for at least 20 minutes and woke Sarah up. "Is it okay if she hangs out tonight? I kind of already asked her. I didn't think you would mind."

"I've never seen him so smitten before."

"Sarah don't be silly. You know I prefer gloves."

John B let out a howl. "Babe, I don't think he knows what that means." In a louder tone than before, John B agreed she could come, then Sarah and John B got JJ upstairs.

"She held my hand John B. No one ever does that." They close the door on him, encouraging him to go to bed.

[germ-t-ripper]

Currently watching: STRAIGHT EDGE KEGGER (2019)

[throwawayfish]

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

requested by @k-roleplay20 “can you do a punk jj one?” here it is! idek if i even gave this justice because i wasn’t sure with the plot i had in mind but i hope you still like it!

summary: in which your boyfriend just couldn’t wait for summer to start

warnings: there is no kook academy, punk/troublemaker!jj, fluff, language, alcohol, vaping, typos, brief mention of beating

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every student in the outerbanks were on the edge of their seats, the clock ticking seemingly slower than it’s already slow speed. it was the last hour of class on the last day of school, which to the lack of luck you and your five other friends had, the subject you all had was science. taught by the most strict yet quiet teacher in the school.

you sat in your seat, slouching as you waited for the bell for the start of class. the notebook you had in front of you had a mix of doodles and notes you never even looked at again after copying them.

john b and sarah was on the other side of the room farthest from you, pope being pope, requested to be seated at the very front with kiara just a few seats back from him. you were the last person at the row by the window, making you more fidgety and excited to be done school as you watched the trees sway with the warm wind, the bright blue ocean in view at the horizon.

the clacking of dress shoes against the dilapidated tiles echoed in the room, followed by the sound of shuffling boots and screeches of desks that the person ran into while going to their seat.

jj maybank huffed a breath and ran a hand through his golden locks as you watched. him turning his head to you when he felt your piercing stare.

“what’d you do, jj?” you whispered to your boyfriend as the teacher had his back turned to write on the board. he shrugged, a small smirk evident on his natural rose tinted lips. “don’t ignore me now.” he didn’t listen as he inserted his bluetooth earphones you gifted him on his thirteenth birthday. you saved up on it once you saw him eyeing it when you went window shopping on the mainland, the “best present ever” as he said and wore since then. you guys are juniors now.

as he carefully placed it in his ears, the rock music he always loved shielding him from the he loud shrilling sound of the fire alarm circulated the hallways, which then set the one inside your room. you slapped his shoulders as you still remained in your seat, the four of your friends had their curious gazes on the both of you as the others panicked.

mr. pate scurried out the door, definitely meeting with the other teachers in the hallways to see if it was a real one as teachers are usually informed if there are drills, also, it was the last day of school. who in their right mind would effectuate a drill on the last day of school.

after flicking the bud inserted in his ear, he looked at you and laughed. your friends huddling in your area to listen to whatever he had to say. “sarah, by how smart you are i can’t believe rafe’s your brother.”

all of you furrowed your brows, still looking at him intently prompting him to continue. “i passed by him in the hallways, definitely going to ditch class.” he chuckled and scratched his temple before finishing his story “just a casual run in, nothing serious...”

tucking his vape pen in his back pocket, the blonde boy strides his way down the quiet cafeteria on the way to the hallways to his room. faint conversations from the closed classroom doors heard from the distance. he ventured to his own room wanting to get the last hour done and over with and ready to bask up in relaxation with his best friends under the sun.

he was well known in the institution. the first one to ever show up with a nose ring in sixth grade, the first one to get tattoos of each of the pogues’ initials- which you all said was dumb but appreciated him anyway, and the one who’s known to have had a gun once at a kegger a few years back.

not a week goes by without the fire alarm going off, him getting detention or a student walking around oblivious that they have toilet paper on their tails. the whole school knows who he was, knowing to never step over the line he set for him, you and the pogues.

that is just mostly the whole school though. a few kooks, namely rafe, topper and kelce, we’re the ones to try and match his antics. obviously failing as being a pogue just gives the boy advantages when it came to verbal banters, more so physical altercations.

so when the boy passed by the leader of the three kooks he hated the guts of, he just couldn’t keep his mouth from saying something. “wish i had the money to just skip class. luckily for me though, i’m not losing brains.” he muttered, still staring straight to where he’s headed

the harsh gaze from rafe was enough for jj to feel it. it didn’t faze him, but noticed that the boy was holding something foiled in his hand, for that reason he faced him with a smug aura “hungry now, are you bubba.” he teased, the kook stepped forward as if he was going to launch himself at jj, but he knew better than to serve detention on the last day of school.

“it’s fine, i’d do it too, but again, i don’t have daddy’s money.” rafe ran his hand through his already slicked back hair, obviously controlling his temper “you know burritos are better heated up.” jj suggested gesturing at the microwave behind the other blonde boy “why do you care? get to class pogue! wouldn’t want daddy to beat you up.”

jj’s jaw clenched at the mention of his father, his knuckles turning white but he didn’t do anything but laugh as he continued to walk, knowing that there’s only a few minutes til the last bell rings.

“foils in microwaves are also a lie. tried it a hundred times nothing ever happens. just don’t remove the foil, don’t want your precious bean burrito exploding.” he spoke loudly without sparing rafe another glance. he heard the microwave door shut, three beeps faintly heard after that, the smirk he had had just grown further as he knew what was bound to happen. so he started to count.

he was just in time as he entered the classroom just behind mr. pate. hurrying to sit at the back row beside you with a smirk planted on his face, muttering a low “the longest minute of my life.”

by this time the intercom gave out the staticky voice of the principal, saying that any student finish with any current task at hand is free to go. reminding them to avoid taking the front doors as it was through the cafeteria. you and your friends stood up, gathering your stuff while laughing as the blonde boy finished his story with his usual animated expressions.

once the fresh yet humid breeze of kildare hit your skin, you cannot help but close your eyes to relish the feeling, realization hit you that you have the whole summer to feel this with your friends as you explore the island once again. making it seem so big with the spontaneous adventures you always have.

you opened your eyes quickly by the chaste kiss placed on your cheek, the blonde pogue’s arms around you as you walked behind the rest on the way to the twinkie. just then he pulled a silver container from the side of his bag, your eyes widening as he gulped down the liquid and had the audacity to offer you some

“JJ!” you basically shrieked causing the group to look back at you. them laughing as they glanced at the flask held out to you. “you seriously had alcohol in school? on the last day. what if you got caught?!” he shrugged you off and kissed you on the lips, your facade of annoyance fading away

“baby, i’m not mischief maybank for nothing.”

[uhharrypls]

Dont hang out with those Pogues

Your new BF Rafe doesn't want you hanging out with your pogue friends anymore and things get physical. You can't hide it from JJ.

----

Pogue by birth, Kook by marriage. You were in an undefined area now that your mother, a pogue, married your now stepdad, a kook. The pogues were accepting of your new house on figure eight but they weren’t so accepting of your new relationship with Rafe Cameron. Your relationship was new and exciting, he was sweet. They just hadn’t gotten the chance to see that side of him yet.

Your family had met the Cameron’s at the country club for lunch one afternoon. You nearly choked on your water as Ward told you about Rafe’s first surf lesson. You stifled a laugh, excusing yourself to the restroom.

You stood outside the bathroom, checking your phone. John B sent you a video of JJ trying to jump off a rope swing, but getting tangled and swinging from it upside down instead. You laughed, typing out a response when arms laced around your waist. You jumped as Rafe’s head rested on your shoulder, his body pressed against your back.

“I was hoping to get you alone tonight.” He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You shivered as his kiss sent a chill up your spine. “Hey, you.” You smiled, turning into his arms, tucking your phone away.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, sliding his hands into your back pockets.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket as you pulled out of the kiss.

“Whose got your attention?” He muttered, dipping his head into your neck. He pulled his head back, looking over your screen.

You smiled at your phone, locking the screen again as you looked up. Your smile dropped from your face as you met Rafe’s darkened eyes. “JJ Maybank? Really, Y/N?” He clenched his jaw.

“What? Rafe, stop. They’re my friends.” You craned your neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He turned his face, bringing his hand up to your jaw. “Baby.” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t let me see you hanging around those dirty fucking pogues again, okay?” He tightened his grip on your face. “You have a reputation to keep now.” He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead before storming off.

You furrowed your brow, watching him disappear down the hall. You returned back to lunch, remaining silent as Rafe pretended nothing had happened moments ago.

You brushed off Rafe’s attitude as jealousy. He knew you and your mom were born and raised pogues. He knew they were your friends. He was just jealous. But you were stubborn and you wouldn’t let a jealous boyfriend make decisions for you.

So, when John B called, you answered. The pogues were having a party and you had to be there.

“No, seriously Y/N, it was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” John B recalled JJ’s accident.

“God, JJ. You’re a mess.” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

The night was winding down and the cooler was just about empty. “Shoot, guys. I gotta go. My mom and I have plans super early.” You groaned.

“Need a ride, chief?” Pope stood with you.

You nodded gratefully, waving goodbye to John B, JJ and Kiara before climbing into Pope’s truck.

Pope pulled into your driveway, giving you a questioning look as he registered Rafe sitting on your front steps. “He looks pissed.” He spoke, turning the music down.

“Yeah, he does.” You gulped. “Thanks for the ride, Pope.” You muttered, climbing out.

Pope didn’t pull away until you had reached the front steps and Rafe waved at him with fake sincerity.

“What are you doing here?” You asked innocently.

After Pope’s headlights had disappeared from view, Rafe grabbed your shoulders, pinning you against your front door. “What did I fucking tell you about hanging out with those damn pogues.” He spit, rage filling his eyes.

“Rafe, stop, you’re hurting me.” You wriggled, trying to free yourself.He brought one hand to your throat, the other stroking the top of your head. “You really don’t want to upset me, Y/N. I don’t think straight when I get upset.” He threatened. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pulled his hand from your throat, running his finger against your cheek as you flinched away from his touch.

You spent the next few days avoiding your friends. You felt awful but you couldn’t shake Rafe’s threat. You had every intention of ending things with him but you hadn’t worked up the courage yet.

JJ had texted you, letting you know there was a kegger at the boneyard that weekend and he hoped you would be there. You replied a vague I’ll let you know and prayed he didn’t push.

It wasn’t until Sarah Cameron and Topper texted you, insisting you to go to the kegger that you decided you would go. Rafe couldn’t do anything if you were surrounded by people. Besides, if Sarah and Topper were going, he really had no room to get mad at you for seeing your friends. You told yourself you would end things if you saw him there.

You pulled your hair back in two braids and pulled on an old flannel, probably belonging to JJ or John B. You met Sarah and Topper and headed to the boneyard. Rafe was nowhere to be seen, to your relief.

You found your way to the keg, filling a cup when a strong arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Damn, Y/N. You look great in my clothes.” JJ teased. “Where the hell have you been?” He slurred into your ear, leading you towards the other pogues.

“Sorry, guys. I’ve been busy. I actually, um.” You looked over your shoulder to motion to Sarah when your stomach dropped. Through the flames you watched as Rafe crossed his arms, rage filling his eyes as he stared at you, tucked under JJ’s arm.

“Apple of your eye, eh Y/N?” Pope teased, motioning to Rafe’s rigid stance from across the beach.

You shrugged off JJ’s arm, suddenly feeling constrained by his closeness. You ran your hands down your loose braids, tearing your eyes from Rafe. You stuttered out a rough apology, turning away from the pogues, heading in the direction opposite of Rafe.

“Yo, yo, yo.” JJ called, jogging to catch up with you. “Where you running off to? We haven’t seen you all fucking week.” JJ uttered.

You glanced up behind JJ’s shoulders Rafe began stalking towards you. You tore your eyes from him, looking back at JJ. “I’m so sorry, um, I have to go. We’ll hang out tomorrow, okay? I promise.” You gave his hand a squeeze before turning and jogging up the sandy hill.

You glanced up over your shoulder, sighing with relief when you didn’t see Rafe trailing you.

“Where are you off to, baby?” He spoke sinisterly, popping out in front of you.

“Shit, Rafe. You scared me.” You raised a hand to your chest. You looked around nervously, hoping someone was close enough to see the two of you. There was no one. Just the two of you.

He gave you an ominous smile, craze twinkling in his eyes. “Baby.” He pouted, bringing his hand to your cheek like he had done so many times before.

The smile dropped from his face as he tightened his grip on your cheek, throwing you to the ground. “What did I fucking say?!” He leaned over you, spitting his hateful words into your face.

“Rafe, please. I didn’t come with them. I came with Sarah. And Topper. And, and I was coming to see you.” You pleaded.

He threw his hands into his hair, exhaling as you begged beneath him. “God dammit!” He cried, kicking you in the stomach. “Why can’t you just listen to me?!” He shouted as you curled into yourself.

“Please.” You begged, quieter now.He looked down at you, his expression dropping in concern.

He straddled you, holding your face in his hands. “I didn’t want to do this.” He whispered, stroking your cheek.You pinched your eyes closed, flinching away from his touch. “I’m sorry.”

He bit his lip, pulling his arm back and slapping you across the face. You tasted blood as he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “You made me do this.” He cried.

Your lip trembled as he came unhinged, slamming his fist against the ground next to your head, tears streaming down his face. He was ill, he was so mentally ill.

His arm fell limp against the ground. “I love you, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before climbing off of you. He looked down at you, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He shook his head as you curled into a fetal position, before he walked away, leaving you on the ground.

How you had managed to get home, you didn’t know. You climbed into your bathtub, fully clothed, turning the water on. You laid in the ice cold water all night, not able to process what had just happened.

Rafe was sick. He was a sick sociopath and you were so afraid. He had beat the life out of you and professed his love for you in the same 30 second stretch. If he could do this to you, he could do worse to your friends.You had to end things with him, but how could you? He was deeply disturbed, who knew what he was capable of?

You promised. Come over. JJ texted.

Sorry, J. Can’t today. You replied, tears welling in your eyes as you turned away your friends, yet again.

Thought you might bail. Too late. We’re here. He replied. You peered out the window, sure enough, there they were at the end of the dock. JJ waved seeing your head peek through the curtain.

10 minutes. You replied, realizing there was no evading them now.

You stared at your reflection, how could you possibly go on the boat looking like this? You pulled on a bikini, tugging on an oversized sweater on top. You pulled your hair out of your braids, hoping it would shield any marks left from the night before. You pressed concealer to the majority of the bruise on your jaw but frowned, realizing you couldn’t cover your split lip.

You walked out to the dock, glancing over your shoulder as nerves slipped into your stomach.

“There she is!” JJ called, hopping over the edge of the boat onto the dock, opening his arms wide for you.

“Y/N, you realize it’s like, a million degrees out?” John B questioned from the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, uh, I think I’m just getting a head cold or something. Super chilly.” You shrugged, stepping out of JJ’s arms.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s fuckin’ goooo!” JJ called, jumping back into the boat. He held his hand out to you, helping you climb in.

You curled into a seat in the back of the boat, staring at the water as John B cruised into the marsh.

“So, how’s Rafe?” Pope kicked his feet up next to you as JJ stood at the bow and Kie scolded him. “What happened that night?”

“What night? What do you mean? Nothing happened.” You rambled, pulling at your sweater, worrying he had seen a bruise.

“The night I took you home? He was all pissy on the porch?” Pope raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

“Yeah, dude’s a little bitch, Y/N.” JJ called, jumping down from the bow.

“Let’s swim, guys. It’s so hot.” Kie moaned, stepping out of her shorts.

“As you wish.” John B declared, dropping the anchor.Kie and John B jumped in. Pope shrugged, jumping in after. JJ took a running start, flipping off the stern next to where you were sitting.

“I’m gonna chill up here, I think. Still kinda cold.” You lied.

JJ splashed water up at you, squawking like a chicken.You were drowning in sweat in your sweatshirt. You raised the end, revealing the darkening bruise on your stomach and swallowed a lump in your throat. You definitely would not be swimming today.

After what felt like hours, the crew climbed back into the boat, cruising back to the chateau.

JJ slid in next to you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You flinched slightly at his touch and he looked down at you, squinting his eyes accusingly.

He leaned down into your ear, whispering so no one would hear. “What’s up with you?”

You pursed your lips, shrugging. “Nothing.”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Y/N. You’re off and I’m gonna find out why.” He took a sip of his beer, pulling you closer into his side.

You lit a fire and cozied up outside back at the chateau. It was nice seeing your friends again and you felt safe being around them. But in the back of your mind you feared Rafe would find out and he wouldn’t let you off so easy this time.

“So, Rafe likes it rough, huh Y/N?” John B called from across the fire.

“Rafe? Rough? As if.” JJ scoffed. “He’s a pussy.”

“How else would you explain the busted lip?” John B shrugged, sinking further into the hammock he was swinging in.You laughed, bringing a hand to your lip. Your fingers shaking as you brushed over the cut, recalling every hand he laid on you.

“I’ll be right back. Anyone need a beer?” You called, starting towards the house. You felt the tears pricking at your eyes, fearing they would slip out in front of your friends.

You stepped into the house, letting out a shaky breath. You moved into the bathroom, leaning over the sink.

“Y/N?” JJ whispered. You hadn’t heard him follow you into the house, let alone the bathroom. “Hey, what’s going on?” He stepped forward, placing his hands on either side of your arms.

You, again, flinched at his touch and he noticed. His eyes searched yours for any kind of answer as you felt yourself shrinking in his arms. Your lip trembled as you pulled at the sleeves of your shirt.

JJ’s jaw clenched, dropping his hands. He shoved them in his pockets, looking to the far corner of the bathroom. “What did he do?”

You let out an exasperated sob as you stepped forward, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head against yours. He let you sob in his chest for a moment before he ran his hands down your hair, pulling your face back.

He blue eyes fixed on yours as he held your tear-stricken cheeks. “Tell me.”

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes as you pulled up the bottom of your sweatshirt, revealing the swelling bruise that spread across your stomach.

“I’ll kill him.” He flared his nostrils, biting his lip in frustration.“JJ, please. He’s fucking crazy. Just don’t.” You begged.

He scrunched his nose, desperately wanting to get his hands of Rafe’s.

“I’m so scared, J.” You whispered.He sighed, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re okay. I got you. He won’t hurt you anymore.” He whispered into your hair.

--

You unintentionally fell asleep in the hammock outside, tucked into JJ’s side. But you didn’t mind. You felt safe with JJ.

You groaned as a car door slammed, curling your head into JJ’s chest.“Fuck off!” JJ called as footsteps grew closer.

You pulled your head off JJ’s chest, peering over the edge of the hammock, letting out a gasp when you realized who it was.

“JJ.” You whispered, sitting up.

“Y/N, baby, where have you been? Sleeping with a pogue? What have I told you!” Rafe called over, a twisted smile spreading across his face as he beat his fist against his chest.

“Fuck.” JJ muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He climbed out of the hammock, pulling you behind him. “Yo, John B? Mind joining us out here?” JJ called for backup.

“That’s my girlfriend you’ve got there, Maybank.” Rafe paced in front of you two.

John B stepped out of the house, his hair was a mess as he let out a yawn, straightening quickly when he took in the interaction in front of him.

“I think it’s not.” JJ smiled, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward.

“What’s going on, JJ?” John B called out.

“Our buddy Rafe Cameron likes to hit women.” JJ spit, eyeing up Rafe as they paced around one another. Rafe’s eyes flickered between you and JJ.

John B’s jaw dropped slightly as he looked at you with sad eyes. You nodded slightly, confirming JJ’s accusation.“Rafe, please just go. It’s over.” You tried your best to sound firm.

“I don’t think you are in any position to tell me we’re done.” He sneered, running his tongue across his lower lip. “These pogues are going to be the end of you, baby. Remember last time? The blood and the bruises?” He squinted his eyes in your direction.

JJ nodded, stepping forward. “You’re dead.” He declared, lunging at Rafe, knocking him to the ground. He easily straddled him, throwing punch after punch into his face.

“JJ, stop!” You cried as blood began to pour down Rafe’s nose and out his mouth. “John B, stop him! He’s going to kill him!” You cried, throwing your hands into your hair.

John B jogged over to the two rolling around in the dirt, pulling JJ off Rafe’s limp body. “Alright, big guy. You got him, you’re good.” He said as JJ wiped the blood off his lip.

Tears welled in your eyes as Rafe stood, spitting blood in your direction before stalking off.

JJ turned to you, the rage melting off his face as he met your frightened eyes. He opened his arms, stepping towards you as you crashed into his chest.

“I got you, Y/N. You’re okay.” He whispered.

You pulled back, holding his jaw in your hand. You ran your thumb across his cheek, steaked with blood, sweat, and dirt as you searched his eyes.

Your eyes pulled from his, down to his lips. You ran your thumb across the cut on his bottom lip, nearly identical to your own. You looked back up to his eyes as he stared down at you.

You took his jaw, pulling his mouth to yours, pressing an urgent kiss to his.

You kept your forehead pressed to his as you pulled your lips back ever so slightly. “Thank you.” You whispered.

[sodasback]

The Kegger - For You Series

JJ Maybank x Allie Routledge (John B’s younger sister)

 Allie was sitting on a log next to some tourist, a good looking guy, who was obviously not in high school. JJ turned to look at them when Allie let out an exaggerated giggle at something dumb the tourist said and then he watched while the stupid touron’s hand started to move from it’s spot on her knee and up her bare thigh. JJ didn’t know it but he was crushing his beer can and clenched his jaw so loud that Pope and Kie noticed. 

“WOW! You are so jealous!” Kie said teasingly to JJ. 

“What?” JJ said pulled from his trance of imagining breaking the nose of the touron that had his hands on Allie. “Pfft! No! She’s like my little sister! I’m just being protective.” JJ defended. 

“Really? ‘Cause her actual brother barely cares.” Pope nodded towards John B. talking to some friends at the keg, completely not concerned with Allison and the guy flirting with her. 

“Please J, we all know you’ve always had a thing for Allie.” Kie said. 

“I do not! It’s Allie. I’d never do that to John B.” JJ said reminding himself more than trying to convince Pope and Kie.

“So if she wasn’t John B.’s little sister, you’d admit you’re in love with her?” 

JJ glared at the two of them before groaning. “I’m not talking to you guys anymore. I’m not in love with Allie!” He emphasized as he walked away. 

Pope and Kie smiled at each other, “So he’s totally head over heels for her right?” Pope asked.

“Oh 1000%” Kie agreed.

Allie saw JJ approach and shot him a glare knowing he was about to interrupt her and try to cock block this tourist, but he didn’t even glance at her, just squeezed in between Allie and the tourist on the log. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” the tourist asked, obviously pissed off at the interruption. 

“Oh. hey man! Sorry, didn’t see you there.” JJ said sarcastically, putting his arm around Allie’s shoulders, “did I interrupt you hitting on my 17 year old baby sister? ...yeah, dude, I know she’s a minor, so I feel like-” 

“This is your brother?” The tourist interrupted. 

“No! He’s not.” Allie said sharply, looking at JJ and pushing his muscly arm off of her, “He’s just jealous, but trying to pretend he’s being protective instead.”

JJ looked at her and smirked as he drank from his solo cup, obviously proud of himself and amused as the tourist looked confused and then sighed, fed up with the drama this was turning into. “Whatever” he said walking away.

“What the fuck JJ?!” Allie yelled at him as she stood up to face him still seated on the log. 

“Ya know, I feel like people are always saying that to me!” he chuckled sarcastically, but Allison was not amused, “What Allie?! Are you seriously mad at me for saving you from a hugely disappointing 5 minutes that doesn’t end with you in an orgasm?” He raised his eyebrows as he sipped his beer again. 

She just gaped at his bold statement. 

“And you know what Allie? I’m not jealous! You’re like my litter sister!” he scoffed. And JJ didn’t miss the flash of disappointment cross Allie’s face, which she failed to hide fast enough. 

He cocked his head to the side while the grin on his face grew. “Wait a damn minute! Was that disappointment I just saw? You want me to be jealous, don’t you?” He asked standing up and getting excited while Allie crossed her arms and put on her best poker face. “You want me to look at you as something other than a little sister, don’t you?!” he teased further as he looked down at her, trying to break her. 

“I don’t know JJ, do guys practically break their necks trying to check out their ‘little sister’s’ ass in a bikini?” she asked indignantly, using air quotes. 

“I never-” JJ smiled and shook his head, but she interrupted and leaned in next to his ear, “Or get hard watching me eat a popsicle?” 

And she saw JJ’s jaw drop a little and she pulled away from him, “Yeah. I knew you were watching me dumbass ...you really think that’s how I would normally eat a popsicle?”

JJ just closed his mouth and rolled his lips into each other knowing he lost this battle. “Later ...bro” Allie said walking away from him.

...

Allie continued to get a little drunk, because even though she was annoyed at JJ for cock-blocking her with the tourist, the fact that JJ might be jealous gave her all kinds of satisfaction, which only reminded her that she liked JJ way more than her brother’s best friend. And she had a feeling JJ knew this too, and yet, there he was along with John B entertaining a whole group of girls. JJ caught Allie scowling at him and he just gave her a smirk and a wink before going back to making his new-found groupies giggle. Allie rolled her eyes and downed another screwdriver. Then she had an idea. As immature and petty as it was, she decided 2 could play at this game. 

Allie grabbed the bag of cut-up limes, the tequila and the salt. She stood on top of the one giant wooden table someone had built and left down here at Boneyard party years ago. "Who wants to do body shots?!" She yelled. Immediately, a dozen boys and some eager girls surrounded the table. She didn't even look over to see if JJ had heard. Allie helped a girl lay on the table and after a guy licked some salt off her stomach, took a shot of some tequila and then took the lime out of her mouth.

"Hey, when is it your turn?" one of the hot tourists asked Allie. She smiled and hopped up on the table to lay down.

What Allie didn't see was John B and JJ exchanging admonishing glances. JJ shook his head and walked over to the table indicating he would handle it.

"Allie, what are you doing?" JJ asked, annoyed as he reached the table. She sat up leaning back on her elbows and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why do you care JJ? You jealous?" She cruelly teased with an edge to her voice. JJ just glared at her, before looking away and shaking his head yet again at her antics, "Or you just don't want your 'little sister' acting like a whore?" she asked taking off her tank top and throwing it at him, before she poured salt in the cleavage revealed by her bikini top.

The tourist slightly pushed JJ out of the way as he bent down to lick it off her, but JJ shoved him hard before he could touch Allie. Then JJ grabbed Allie's arm and pulled her off the table. "Come on!" He said dragging her through the party.

Allie chuckled darkly as she struggled to keep up, "This whole jealous toxic masculinity doesn't look good on you, just fyi." But JJ ignored her, pulling her to a secluded area. Allie had to admit though, this was her plan all along and even though it definitely was not a healthy way to get JJ’s attention, she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t actually super turned on by what was happening.

"What JJ?! What?! You came in like the bad big brother and pulled me away! Now what?"

"What is wrong with you Allie?! Letting random guys do body shots off of you?! You were about to let that guy lick your tits?! What the fuck?! You think that's cool to get wasted and let guys just take advantage of you?"

"First of all, I'm not fucking wasted! Secondly, they aren't taking advantage if I'm consenting to it dumbass. And three, it's frickin harmless! It's not like I'm fucking random tourists every weekend!" She threw at him.

JJ stared at her angrily with a furrow in his brow for a minute. "Yeah?! What was that earlier tonight then, huh?! Were you not gonna go home with that fucking touron if I hadn't interrupted?"

"Okay, so my one time versus your dozens of girls?!" She threw her hands out as they continued yelling at each other.

"Why do you think I do that Allie?! Huh?! Why do you think I hookup with random girls?"

She looked at him confused. "What the fuck, JJ?" she muttered, "Because you're a fucking horny teenage fuckboy? How am I supposed to know?!"

"You ever think it's because I can’t be with the girl I want to be with ...because she’s my best friend’s little sister? And everyone on this island knows I’m no good for her?! So yeah, I sleep with random girls, smoke all day, get in fights and just, in general, be a fuck up, because I might as well live up to everyone’s expectations of me, right? ...If I can’t have the one girl I’ve been in love with since we were kids, then what’s the point of trying to be better?” He finished, shrugging and staring at her, furrow in his brow still present.

Allie stayed quiet for a second, as the tension in her face relaxed at the realization that JJ was actually admitting feelings for her and then returning as she heard what JJ thought of himself.

“Whatever, just forget it okay?” He muttered and started to walk past her. 

“JJ, wait!” She called after him.

He stopped, but didn’t turn around yet, just let out a sigh, “What Allie?” He asked tiredly and started to turn around. Allie walked up to him and crashed her lips on his. No softness or gentleness about it, just 11 years of pining after one another sparking a fire that ignited when their lips touched. JJ’s arms instantly around Allie’s waist, pulling her as close as possible. Her hands on his cheek and neck, fingers snaking through his hair. 

They pulled apart, breathing heavy, foreheads pressed together. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember JJ Maybank.” She whispered. He searched her face for a second making sure this was real before kissing her again. 

As much as Allie never wanted to stop kissing JJ, she also had something important to tell him, so she pulled away and held his face in her hands. “You might think you’re a fuck-up. But I think you’re charming and ...and fucking electric and insanely smart and fiercely loyal. You are the most amazing guy with the biggest heart and if you ever talk that way about my JJ again, I’ll have to kick your ass.”

“Oh, I’m your JJ now, huh?” he smirked.

“Damn straight ...always have been.” She smirked back before kissing again.

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