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mrsmaybank · 11 months
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kendall roy captured the hearts of the mentally ill around the globe. his character will go down the history books
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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I need to start writing again. Thank you for 1K! ❤️ I have ideas for Steve Harrington and Tate Langdon. Lmk which you guys want to see first. Love, L.
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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Thank you 900 followers!!
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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The Tumblr writing community is dying.
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It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.
Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.
My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 
“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”
Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.
That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 
As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.
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For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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Thank you for the love on my latest Spidey fic! Please send in your requests ❤️
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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Holiday Party - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter shows up at the Oscorp holiday party. Him and the reader fuck in a closet. Porn with minimal plot lol. Fluff to smut.
18+ MINORS D.N.I
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CW: Language, unprotected sex, voyeurism, light degradation
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EARLIER THAT MORNING
“I have that Oscorp bullshit stupid Hoilday whatever….”
My phone call was interrupted by rude, wandering hands, a very threatening distraction. Imminent doom to a phone call I was actually enjoying. Love is a sickness.
“Good afternoon, Peter Parker.”
“G’morning” He mumbled back. I could tell he was holding back a yawn.
He held me to his chest, blinking at the sun out the window.
“I have to call you back, Jen. Bye…” I tossed the phone to the couch.
“You’re still sleepy?” I patted his face,”It’s already one in the afternoon, bugboy.”
“God..? Really?” He shook his head, “I haven’t slept like that in a long time.”
“I know,” I said, “You were out pretty late last night…”
“Saved New York City and you’re bitching at me for missing curfew.” He grumbled.
I spun around to see a sad, but adorable, frown. I couldn’t contain a giggle.
“You’re right and I’m sorry.” I rubbed his arm and gave his hand a little kiss, something he seemed to rather enjoy. “You’re very brave….” I said sultrily, garnering a waaay too proud look from Peter.  “The citizens of New York thank you!” I put my hand out like I was presenting some citizens watch award and laughed.
He rolled his eyes, “Shut up!” and pushed me away.
Next thing I knew, Peter was beginning to melt into the couch. I did the sensible thing and threw myself on top of him.
He grabbed my hips and lightly bit my shoulder, “My god lady! Get offa’ me.”
“Ha!” I bit right under his ear and he winced, “I’m your lady. Remember?”
He smiled against my cheek and pushed all the hair out of my face, huge hands holding my head like a basketball pulling me in closer and closer as he whispered, “Is that who you are?”
Peter kissed me, and it felt as though the sun rose a little higher and the birds chirped a little louder. I put my hands in his dark messy hair, “Can’t believe you forgot.” I teased.
The only thing better than seeing Peter’s smile was feeling it against my lips like in that moment, as we whispered in between desperate kisses. “Mhm…Needed a reminder.”
We were like that for awhile, kissing and giggling like time didn’t exist.
But alas, it did and ours had run out.
“You know if you’d just gotten up a little sooner, this actually coulda’ gone somewhere.” I motioned between us, or more at the amount of clothes between us. He caught on and instantly attached to my hip, hands tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I shrieked like a banshee.
“Peter!” I laughed, “You’re too late. I have to go to the library and get some schoolwork done if I have to go to this Oscorp Holiday thing by 7.”
I walked away and started to collect my things, “I still don’t fucking get why they don’t just cancel this thing! It was supposed to happen two weeks ago.”
“Yeah I agree. The six days in between Christmas and New Year’s is an awkward time for a corporate holiday party.”
I nodded, “I agree, Mr. Parker. I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah,” He smiled, “I’ll swing by after your party.”
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I’d been sipping on the same glass of bubbly champagne that I couldn’t afford nor pronounce all night. Unlike the party, it was beginning to get flat. Loud music could be heard reverberating from the walls to the floor, along with the unmistakable chatter of very smart, rich and important people having conversations that would be recalled in TedTalks. There were beautiful women in long, glamorous dresses and men in perfectly fitting suits and diamond watches in every corner of the biggest penthouse I’d ever been in. This party was being held for the best and brightest at Oscorp, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel slightly out of place. That being said, I did my best to hide it and so far, I think I’d done a decent job at making it seem like I actually belonged here.
My nerves were just beginning to settle, that is…until he appeared. I caught him hovering over my shoulder in an instant. “Peter!” I shrieked, covering my own mouth upon the realization I was way too loud.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I got up and began to lead him to anywhere that was not surrounded by my bosses and their colleagues. The first thing I found was a closet in a–what I hoped was secluded–hallway.
“You can’t…You can’t fucking be here!” I whisper-shouted, shoving him in and closing the door after stepping inside. “I know,” his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, “I know.” He shook his head, “But I had to come see you.”
“What? Why?” I asked him. I noticed the look of concern in his eyes, “Peter, what’s up? Is something wrong?”
“No.” He could see the doubt in my eyes,
“Baby, nothing is wrong, I promise, I just…” He shut himself up with a kiss. I wasn’t mad about it.
I wanted to push him off. Push him off and make him spill it. Why was he here?
But as soon as his lips met mine, for the first time all night my head was empty. No thoughts. No worries. Just fuzzy, warm, welcomed emptiness. Kissing him felt like drinking an entire glass of champagne in one sip. It made me dizzy.
“You look so beautiful.” He mumbled against my collarbone, peppering it with kisses.
“Are you trying to impress one of your bosses? Is It Dr. H from the Biotech wing, ‘cause I could knock that guy the hell out.” I let out a loud laugh, but Peter swiftly cut me off with another kiss.
“Shhhh…” He whispered, “You can’t get us caught already..”
“Oh my god!” I whisper-shouted, “That is so not happening.”
He was already back under my chin, this time sucking and biting on my neck. Another threatening distraction. “What’s not happening?”
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting out a weak, “This.”
He was leaving marks on my neck we both knew I’d have to scold him about after.
I let open the top buttons of my dress, leaving me in just a bra, and Peter with a great view.
"Wow."
“Peter,” I grabbed his hair, “Fuck me.”
He obliged quickly, crashing his lips to mine in a desperate frenzy of whatever this little escapade was fueled by.
Despite the obscene location, I’d never wanted him more badly in my life and I think he could tell. “Turn around.” He said, grabbing my elbows and forcing me around, facing the wall. The sheer ease he moved me with was exciting. “You alright, babe?”
“Yeah,” I nodded my head, “Just….please.” I let out, wiggling my hips closer to him. I felt his large hand make its way to the small of my back as another landed in the crook of my neck.
“Please what?” He planted a kiss on my shoulder and hiked up my dress. “Come on baby, please what?”
My ass was pressing right against him, and I could feel the stiffness in his pants. Why did he continuously choose to prolong this and torture us both?
“Jesus!” I whined “Fuck me already, Peter.”
“Here?” He teased, “Are you serious?”
“Shut your-” Peter didn’t let me finish, silencing me with a finger sliding under my panties, rubbing up and down, like he was admiring his work.
“You’re so wet..” He muttered, dipping a finger inside.
I shuddered at the initial intrusion, but my body soon welcomed the pleasure of his soft strokes. “So pretty….so perfect.”
I heard the distinct sound of a zipper and shuffling.
I wasn’t ready for his shove against the cold wall, and while I should’ve been startled by it, I was only further turned on. His grip on my shoulder got tighter and another hand wrapped around my underside, holding me in perfect place.
I felt myself slowly start to stretch as he entered me, it was satisfying to feel full once he was fully inside.
“Fuck..” He groaned, “Feel so good, sweetheart.”
His initial, usually slow, calm, cool, and collected thrusts were became a thing of the past.
“Shit!” I cursed, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hips were moving faster and I could do nothing but take it.
“Shut up.” He traded the hold on my shoulder to wrap around my mouth and stifle my whines and pants that were starting to get dangerously loud. “You want everyone to know the smartest girl at Oscorp is also a fucking slut?”
I whimpered against his hand, getting closer every time he pulled out just to slam himself into me again harder than the time before. His hand dropped from my mouth and to under us, rubbing small circles on my clit.
“Peter,” I heaved for air, “‘M gonna c-cum.”
I mewled into my own hand as Peter took me with no regard for the world outside our closet.
“Do it baby,” He said, “My god, come all over——-–Fuck!”
Both his hands fell at my hips, holding me tighter in place as he fucked into me over and over again and we both reached our peaks, “Shiiiiit!” I moaned, tightening around Peter as I came. I felt him follow shortly after, with thrusts so hard my entire body shook.
He sighed and put himself away, reaching out and pulling me into a hug as I shimmied my underwear back up my legs.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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Thank you for 846 ❤️ I’ll be writing TASM!spidey soon. I hope you guys are into that 😭
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mrsmaybank · 2 years
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what i think is SO smart about nwh is that they’ve essentially stripped peter parker of all his “mcu-ness” without erasing who he is
he’s this sort of blank slate now with a ton of potential but without losing all his character development or anything he’s done as spider-man
emotionally i’m wrecked but i think from a creative standpoint it makes perfect sense
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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His - Rafe Cameron x Reader
This series contains graphic descriptions of intoxication, sexual content (including d/s dynamics), violence, substance abuse, physical and emotional pain, mental health issues and destructive relationships. 18+ readers only.
Angst, Rafe Smut at the end ‘cause I’m nice. 
A/N: Am I writing a series where the Reader in an unhealthy relationship with Rafe Cameron slowly falls for JJ Maybank? 
Yes. Yes I am. Second A/N included at the bottom, please read.
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Summary: When Rafe and the Reader fight at a party, she  unexpectedly receives kindness and friendship from a certain Pogue. 
As a kid I had a tiny grey bear I would take everywhere. He didn’t even have a proper name. It was just Bear. I’m sure there are plenty of kids that go through phases like that. Emotional attachments to toys aren’t rare among children. What I assume is rare however, is emotional attachments that run so deep they become emotional property. Strict psychological borders marking the line of territory with chillingly possessive behavior.
The toy was mine. 
Mine, mine, mine.
As I got older, the weirdly obsessive behaviour and extreme affinity lessened and it became more of a family joke. Something to laugh at over dinner with friends or anybody else my parents and siblings thought would get a kick out of my embarrassment.
Now though, I relate to Bear. I’m a child’s favorite toy.
So much of me is his.
His, his his.
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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Omg…. His is literally the most amazing piece ive ever read… it’s literally saved in my camera roll BC I never want it to get lost… if you make a part 2 I might actually explode!! You really have a gift with writing!!!
I am so glad you liked it! Part two will be up sometime soon!
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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His - Rafe Cameron x Reader
This series contains graphic descriptions of intoxication, sexual content (including d/s dynamics), violence, substance abuse, physical and emotional pain, mental health issues and destructive relationships. 18+ readers only.
Angst, Rafe Smut at the end ‘cause I’m nice. 
A/N: Am I writing a series where the Reader in an unhealthy relationship with Rafe Cameron slowly falls for JJ Maybank? 
Yes. Yes I am. Second A/N included at the bottom, please read.
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Summary: When Rafe and the Reader fight at a party, she  unexpectedly receives kindness and friendship from a certain Pogue. 
As a kid I had a tiny grey bear I would take everywhere. He didn’t even have a proper name. It was just Bear. I’m sure there are plenty of kids that go through phases like that. Emotional attachments to toys aren’t rare among children. What I assume is rare however, is emotional attachments that run so deep they become emotional property. Strict psychological borders marking the line of territory with chillingly possessive behavior.
The toy was mine. 
Mine, mine, mine.
As I got older, the weirdly obsessive behaviour and extreme affinity lessened and it became more of a family joke. Something to laugh at over dinner with friends or anybody else my parents and siblings thought would get a kick out of my embarrassment.
Now though, I relate to Bear. I’m a child’s favorite toy.
So much of me is his.
His, his his.
“Rafe, baby! You’re fucked up!” I tried to level with him, really trying way too hard to communicate with somebody that fucking wasted.
“And you’re not?” He shouted back at me.
“I’m only drunk!”
We were backed up against the wall in a crowded room of drunk party-goers, lights flashing in every color and bass you could feel from head to toe. I hardly even noticed. The source of my overwhelment clouding my senses completely with his bullshit.
The gears in my head twisted as I managed to spit out what I really meant. “Just calm down! You always do this!”
“Always do what? Get upset when you’re out here drinking and flirting?” He huffed, adding “That’s fucking bullshit.” slurred and under his breath. At least one of us didn't have an issue saying exactly what they were thinking.
Granted, his pattern of thought was absurd.
“Flirting, Rafe?! Are you delusional?”
I was done groveling for an ounce of understanding. “I’m sorry I want to talk to somebody. I’m sorry I want to have a drink.”
His jaw tightened and I could tell he was biting his tongue.
“Shit, I’m sorry I want to fucking socialize!”
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re gonna blame me? Right-”
I was not finished. “Sorry I want something to do while” I poked his chest to make my point, “You're in a coke room.”
He rolled his eyes and put a huge hand at the crook of my neck, thumb on my chin and pointer by my ear.
“This fucking shit? Please don’t fucking start.” he said, almost like a plead.
“Baby!” I was exasperated, “It’s getting out of hand!”
His hand left me faster than it came. “Is that why you came?” He asked, hardening his tone.
As his anger rose, his demeanor towards me became more and more similar to the Rafe Cameron everybody else knew; scarily arrogant, and just an all around asshole.
“You come to fucking watch me? Supervise me?” He seethed.
I’d been in enough screaming matches with him to know what the prelude felt like. Even then though, I wasn’t going to lie. It wasn’t the only reason I came, but keeping an eye on my boyfriend with an ever-growing nasal compulsion was certainly an incentive.
“Do you fucking hate me?” He shouted.
“Rafe! You know-”
“Why,” he hit the wall next to me, “Do you always have to make a fucking problem?”
“Stop making a scene.” I whisper-shouted, noticing the scattered but concerned stares of acquaintances fortunate enough to not know us well.
“Why is there always something I’ve done?” He looked genuinely sad. Confused. I think that made it worse.
My eyes swelled from the frustration. “You don’t know how to fucking act.”
“Yes, I do. I know how to treat my girlfriend...How to love her and support her.” He placed his hand up on the wall to lean over me and shake his head until settling on the next thing to spit in my face. “I know not to constantly fucking criticize everything fucked up about her. ‘Cause there is a lot I could say.”
My tears had begun their ascent down my cheeks. I don’t know what hurt more, Rafe’s words or the fact that they were at least partly true.
“Fuck you.” I said as coldly as I could, wiping my face in a probably trivial attempt to seem grounded.
I watched as his blown out pupils stared at me with contempt, probably asking himself if there were any other words he had left to shout in my face. I guess there weren’t, because he finished his worded assault promptly.  
His cheeks were rosy with anger induced heat.  “Yeah, of course. Fuck me.” He derided, pulling out his phone to call Kelce, who I assume was nearby just waiting for orders to start the car.
“Kelce. Let’s get out of here man.”
I scoffed, “Are you serious, Rafe?”
He ignored me, continuing his conversation on the phone. “I’ll meet you by the car in two.”
“I swear to god…” My chest was tight and my eyes began to sting from the steady flow of tears now shamelessly pouring out of my face.
“Rafe, please!” I begged.
He bit his lip in an angry frown and looked at me, “No, she’s not coming.”
He shook his head and scowled one last time before heading for the door, and I felt the thin floor of logic I was standing on shatter under me. My whole body shook with muddled outrage.
“Just fucking go!” I shouted as he twisted the door handle open.  
The door slammed shut, “I love you.” I said to him, but to no one.
My vision was blurred with the all too familiar gleam of tears. I made my way through writhing bodies reeking of alcohol and sweat to the front door, and then my final destination, the steps of the porch. I just needed to catch my breath. I could still hear the faint music and chaos from inside, but the quiet moment gave me a chance to think. I should’ve known that drunkenness and Rafe incited thoughts would be a cocktail for wrecked sobs I couldn’t control.
It felt good to cry. I wanted to pause time and my mind. I craved peace.
Perhaps the universe could sense that, or maybe I got lucky, because by coincidence, a notorious holder of peace tumbled out the front door with a rush of cold air, a beer and a grin.
Of course when I say peace, I mean inner peace. And the easiest way to find instantaneous inner peace, is weed, obviously. The kid had weed. Good weed.
He was heading for a van, but I stopped him just in time. “Maybank!” He spun around in confusion, “Tell me you have weed!”  
I really only ever bought from JJ my Sophomore year of high school, before Rafe and I began dating. While I didn’t make a habit of interacting with my boyfriend’s sworn enemies, right now it didn’t really seem like too bad of an idea. What was he going to do? Leave me at this party? Again?
He walked towards me, chuckling as soon as the word ‘weed’ left my mouth, “Not for sale, I don’t.”
I threw my head back in despair. Pot would’ve been a godsend.
“But you look like complete shit so I’ll share.”
“Fuck!” My eyes widened in excitement. “JJ.” I made sure our eyes locked so he knew how serious I was. “Thank you.”
“C’mon, get up Kook. The goods are over here.” He joked as he motioned across the driveway.
As we walked across the front lawn, he didn’t ask what was wrong. Maybe he could sense I didn’t want to talk, or maybe he just didn’t give a fuck. Either way, I was grateful.
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JJ, or his friend, or whoever owned the damn van, was going to have to air this shit out.
We kept trying to fan the thick smoke out of the air but to no avail.
“Dude....” JJ laughed in between coughs as he blew out smoke.
“Is this bad?” I asked, as he passed me the blunt.
I hit it as he continued to talk, “Nah, John B is lucky the Twinkie doesn’t smell like this constantly.” He patted the seat like the vehicle was an old friend.
“The Twinkie?” I questioned.
“That’s what she’s called.” He expressed with pride, “I know it must look busted to a Kook…”
I shook my head defensively as I blew out more smoke.
He just laughed again, “I’m kidding.”
We passed the blunt between us and like the two high ass kids we were, laughed at nothing until it felt like nothing existed outside the funky van JJ called “the Twinkie”.
JJ passed me the blunt, “You know, you’re pretty normal for a Kook. And you’re like….a fucking super Kook.”
I just laughed at the realization that I’d grown a proper reputation. “Some would say nice even.”
He exaggeratedly furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “People say that…?”
I choked on smoke, “Yeah, they do actually.” I playfully retorted.
“Admit this,” he paused for what I assume was dramatization purposes (which obviously, I had to laugh at), “Majority of you guys....how do I put this?” He brought a thumb to his chin, “Oh yeah. Fucking suck.”
“Oh because you Pogues are soooo much better.” I defended, “You guys take every opportunity you guys get to fuck with Topper!” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Admittedly, sometimes it was fun to watch stuffy Topper get jostled.
JJ bursted out in pure hysteria, “Toppers Topper! I have to fuck with a guy named Topper. Are you fucking kidding me?”
Our cackles continued to overlap, “Nooo!” I said to JJ for being JJ, but also to myself for finding it so fucking funny.
“You’re a dick.” I informed him.
“You’re a bitch.” He let me know in return.
I rolled my eyes, “Tell me one time I was ever a bitch to you.”
It fell quiet for a moment as he studied my features like the human face was something he’d never seen before. 
Maybe he was trying to remember an incident where I was a total cunt, but it felt more like he was taking me in; looking at my face with a personality instead of an idea to match it.
“I can’t off the top of my head.”
“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” I nodded, “I’m a nice person.”
“Pffff...Nice people don’t have to say they're nice.”
“Would you say you’re a nice person?”
“Hell yeah. I’m nice as fuck.” He said it like he was trying to convince me and himself.
I knew JJ well enough, though. Everybody on this fucking island did. Kook, Pogue, recurring Touron; it didn’t matter. Perhaps I had a reputation, but so did JJ.
That said, I chose to play it on the better side, like I knew he was doing me. “You’re a menace, is what you are.”
He just laughed, “What? You been talking to Laura’s mom or something?”
My eyes widened at the reference. Our junior year, everybody at Kildaire County High School witnessed the meltdown of Laura Jackson. In the middle of lunch hall, an angry girl with a shirt too low and a skirt too high for school stomped through the cafeteria with one goal.
I remember her voice being so high pitched that people joked glass water bottles would shatter.
“JJ, you fucking asshole!”
He’d never called her back.
“My mom was right about you!” she continued.
“Lyla?” JJ had asked, completely oblivious, completely amused.
“It’s Laura!”
Rumors said her mother, Mrs. Jackson, a notoriously neurotic woman with a penchant for Ann Taylor, had driven all the way from her house on Figure Eight to Heyward’s, in a fucking motorized raft, just to tell off the Maybank boy for making her daughter cry for three days straight. 
How good was one night with this kid to cry for three days straight? 
Jeez, don’t think about that while he’s right there!
Anyway, the rumors and the incident were the talk of the town ‘till Topper threw a house party. I guess now I knew the Mrs. Jackson thing was true. 
He put the blunt out in the ashtray on my side.
“You know what’s great about that story?” He asked with a wide smile.
“What JJ? What could possibly be good about that story?” 
“I’m sorry...” he said, pausing to then sing to the melody of a song I knew and loved , “Ms. Jackson!” 
“OOooh!” We shiftily harmonized together as I was still trying to process the fact that he’d actually been yelled at by a woman named Ms. Jackson because he made her daughter cry.  This boy was unreal.
I honest to god, screamed. “I am for real!” 
“Never meant to make your daughter cry....” 
“I apologize a trillion times...” 
God, was I just high or was he an unreal amount of fun? 
“Why didn’t you just call her?!” I screamed.
“I didn’t save her number!”
“So what, you just fucked her and what?”
“I just..I didn’t like her, I didn’t care.”
“Wow,” I scoffed, “Men.”
I knew he would have made a comment about my man, but he didn’t. I knew he wasn’t scared of Rafe like so many other kids were, but I also didn’t realize until before that night that he just wasn’t that kind of person. The thing is, JJ lacks plenty of things, sure, but not empathy. I just wish I would’ve known that before the next six months would happen.
Sometimes, I can still hear it. JJ’s laughter and Outkast. Shouts we couldn’t understand, muffled music, and crickets. It was the melody to the beginning of an unravelment of events I cannot believe even occurred. 
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Even after 10 hours, I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. But nothing wrong had happened, so what was there to feel guilty about? Conceivably, my guilty might have been an unconscious effort to squash whatever unexpected affinity for JJ was beginning to grow in my head.
Behind an exterior of recklessness and teenage delinquency was a sweet, funny kid. Was it so wrong to just know that? I don’t think so....
Regardless, I woke up with a pep in my step. Rafe and I’s fight had been on the shallow end of the pool and we had plans with his family today. I wasn’t going to cancel them over a conflict that only lasted eight minutes---Please. Rafe and I had fought for hours on end in the past. This was light work. 
I drove to his house in an old sweatshirt but looking forward to a brand new day. I knocked on the door and Rose answered. 
“Hi, sweetheart.” She left the door open for me to walk in and scurried back to the kitchen. 
I closed the door and followed her in. 
“Rafe’s in his room. We have to be at the club at 1:00.” She looked me up and down, “You brought a change of clothes right? You borrow some of Sarah’s if not but you’re definitely-” 
My mother knew the importance of looking nice, as did most of the women living on Figure Eight did, but Rose took it to another level. She dressed like she’d die a violent death if somebody didn’t like her outfit. 
“I brought.” I gave her a tight lipped smile motioning to my bag. 
“Oh,” she sighed, “Good.” 
“’Kay, see you later honey ‘cause I have a hair appointment!” She grabbed her keys and was out the door in a blink. Maybe Rose always talked like she was in a hurry to go because she was in a hurry to go. 
I walked up Rafe’s giant steps until I finally reached his room, opening and then closing the door, leaving my bag on the dresser.
He looked up at me from sitting on his bed, shirtless, on his phone, and still under the covers.
“Baby-” 
“Hi my love.” I took off my sweater, leaving me in a tank top that left little to the imagination. It was most definitely a strategical move on my part. 
“About last night-”
“Don’t.” I interrupted him, “It’s fine.” I wanted to think he was sorry, but I didn’t know for sure. I couldn’t deal if he wasn’t.
“Ok, babe.” He said softly. 
I crawled into bed next to him, placing my head on his bare chest. He kissed the top of my head gently, hands going around my torso to hold me before his lips made their way to my shoulders and the crook my neck. 
“Hi.” 
“Mmm...hellooo.” I said closing my eyes as he continued his love affair on my neck. 
He smiled onto my skin, whispering, “You like this?” A hand groped my boob as the other slid in between my legs to get a sturdy grip on my thigh. 
“Mmhhmm..” 
“Did Rose just leave?” 
“Yes...” I gently adjusted myself to look him in the eyes, “Does that mean we’re all alone?” 
He laid me down and hovered over me, “Sarah and Wheezie are shopping,” He laid a quick kiss on my mouth. “My dad’s out on the Druthers...” Another soft kiss, “And now Rose is gone too, so yes.” 
We smiled and then came the slow and desperate kiss; my favorite. It was the kind of kiss that expressed not a want, but a need. He took my shirt and bra off promptly. 
He used a knee to open my legs, allowing his hips to almost pin mine down as his tongue explored my mouth for the thousandth time. Hands made their way to my chest, kneading and massaging endlessly. He pulled away and I caught my breath, but he wasted no time. Laying bites in between wet, sloppy kisses down my neck and soon enough, my boobs. 
He grabbed one in his mouth, kissing and swirling his tongue around my now very sensitive nipple. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He mumbled. 
Yeah, my underwear was definitely ruined now. I opened my legs a little wider, feeling the outline of his hardness pressed against me. “Rafe...” I whined, “Fuck me.” 
“Be patient, baby.” He gently grabbed my face, causing my lips too pucker slightly. Kissing under my ear and letting my face go with a little slap before murmuring a tender warning. “Don’t be a little whore when I’m trying to be nice.” 
He kept kissing me, holding me down in a way that was almost comforting. Telling me “There’s no where else you have to be but here.” 
“I’m your whore.” I told him sultrily, through batted eyelashes. 
“Goddd...” he grabbed my hips and pulled my underwear down. I clamped my legs and rubbed them together, absolutely desperate for just a little bit of friction. 
“Fucking slut.” He tsk’d, getting up to take off his boxers. I whimpered at the sight of him, utterly dolorous for him to touch me. 
He dragged me closer to him, lining himself up perfectly, just to slide himself up and down until I was essentially shaking with anticipation. 
“Your pussy’s so fucking wet.” He said, smiling to himself and without warning, gliding into me with ease. 
“Oh shit!” I screamed as he sheathed himself fully inside me.  
“Hmmm....” He hummed, “You’re so good.” He bottomed out torturously slowly just to push himself back in even slower. “So tight.” 
My body welcomed him like god or the universe or whatever was up their had crafted us for this very purpose, and I knew Rafe could tell. “Fuck baby,” he whined as skin slapped skin, “It’s like you were made for this.” 
His pace increased by the second, and all I could do was hum and moan at the feeling of him taking me. I was his. 
His, his, his. 
In shared drunkenness, Rafe had once shamelessly shared that our sex was better than being high. He said I was like coke; he couldn’t get enough.  
At the time, I thought he might be kidding. Now though, with his head thrown back just enough to still be able to watch as my tits bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts....With that jaw open ever so slightly, making way for those grunts and whispered curses to dance into my ears... Well damn--- I believe it. 
“Shittt.” He hissed, licking his fingers. 
“Rafe-” I started, but he’d already made up his mind. 
“Fuck!” I gasped, fingers once gripping my hips were now rubbing on my most sensitive piece. My entire anatomy reacted immediately, walls clenching, eyelids shutting tight and hands gripping his blonde hair like I even had the ability to ground myself.
His hips stuttered as I tightened, “Sweetheart...” he murmured, looking for my eyes. “Look at me.” 
I couldn’t even open my eyes. “Baby, look at me.” I needed to come too badly to risk not listening, so I forced my eyes open. With pathetic whimpers I couldn’t stop from falling out of my mouth, I tried my best to talk. “Y-yes?” 
He kissed my lips harshly, pulling away to toy with my swollen bottom lip. “Who’s my little whore?” 
I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. “Me.” I grabbed his face, desperately drowning him in wet, sloppy, kisses, “I’m your whore, Daddy.” 
Kissing me back with the same delirious energy, “Forever.” Rafe whispered and smiled, “You’re mine forever.” He pulled away from my face and grabbed my hips to pull me back onto him impossibly harder, and tears brimmed my eyes. He bit his lip, “Take it, baby. Be good.” 
"I can’t-” I stuttered, body beginning to convulse with Rafe’s overwhelming touch on all my body’s favorite places. 
“You can, babe.” He assured me, “You can do it, you’re a good girl.” But I wasn’t even given the chance to defer it. He kept saying. That tight knot in my stomach was coming undone, whether I wanted it to or not. 
“Shit, shit, shit!” My voice went up pitch by pitch, “Daddy--please,” There were fireworks exploding in every nerve ending on my body as Rafe fucked himself deeper and deeper. 
“Oh, you fucking slut.” he rasped. 
Ramming into me as a hand went to hold my hips down, “Beg me to finish.” Groaning, he once again began to fondle my tit, much harder than before, “Beg for me to fill that tight little pussy.” 
For a moment so tainted with lust and dirty, downright disgusting words, there was something so pure about the look in his eyes. It was adoration and love. I couldn't always see it, but now it was clear as day. 
“Please, oh my god, please!” I cried, completely wrecked. 
The sound of skin on skin reached a crescendo as his cock hit my cervix and he filled me with cum and love. Grunting and panting, he kissed the crook of my neck before I found myself nuzzling myself into his side. 
Rough hands kindly stroking my thighs, he said “I love you.” Rafe said it like it was the plainest fact in the world, like it was obvious to him and me and the world. I guess while our relationship was messy, he loved me like Neruda. Simply, without problems or pride. 
I kissed him softly, gently caressing his jaw, “I love you too, Rafe..”  
Today had started better; but I could only pray it would end better. 
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Author’s Note 2/2
The Reader starts this story with a very unhealthy mindset. She is constantly ignoring Rafe’s toxic behavior. As the series progresses, we will watch as she learns and grows with new experiences and ideas. If you are in or ever were in a relationship even half as bad as the Reader and Rafe’s, please proceed with caution; this story will contain even more intense, triggering topics/situations.  Remember that this is a work of fiction, meant purely for entertainment purposes. Take care of yourself.
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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This was the cutest thing.
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You’re My Ride
summary: you and JJ work together and get fired the same day!! #girlboss based off the scene in s2e1
warnings: some swearing, a lot of sass
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You woke up to the faint sound of waves and JJ’s voice on the phone.
“Okay cool, yeah, yeah,” you heard him say, “we’ll be there, yep, okay, bye.”
“Who was that?” You asked him, sitting up from your makeshift bed on the floor of your family’s boat. You turned to face him, squinting your eyes from the sun.
“Only our favorite person in the world,” he said sarcastically with a smile, moving to sit next to you so you didn’t have to look at the sun. “It was Raz, he asked if I could come in today at 12.”
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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Hiii all! Thanks For 700! That’s crazy!
Any volunteers for a Beta-Reader? Working on a fic I really wanna get perfect ‘cause I think you guys will LOVE it.
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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Have we as a fandom accepted the fact that in real life, JJ would 100% be a WhiteBoy™️. Like, he is a total fuckboy that a hundred percent strictly listens to rap, and is stupid funny and hot AND radiates Black Air Force Energy. I grew up in the Bronx, and let me tell you we had a name for that breed. WHITE BOY. JJ has the white boy swag I swear.
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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@jjmaybitch commented: THINGS JJ WOULD COMMENT ON YOUR INSTA
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cw: teasing, jj calls u fugly 😭
a/n: all In good fun :) jj loves you and so do I. 
PART ONE HERE :)
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Just You
@jjmaybitch commented: Let me take u out
@jjmaybitch commented: Beautifulest girl
@jjmaybitch commented:  OH MA LORD
@jjmaybitch commented: Mrs. Maybank u r lookin fine today 
@thepope3141 commented: you aren’t married????
@jjmaybitch commented: Yea we r 
@jjmaybitch commented: All mine
@jjmaybitch commented: AAAoooga
@jjmaybitch commented: U r Perfection
@jjmaybitch commented: All hail my queen 
You + Him
@jjmaybitch commented: Future offsprings r blessed
@jjmaybitch commented: Imma print this masterpiece
@jjmaybitch commented: We are Romeo and Juliet 
@thepope3141 commented: They both die
@jjmaybitch commented: What the fuck
@jjmaybitch commented: Y r we so cool 
@jjmaybitch commented: We need to make a baby it would be so good looking 
You + Kie
@jjmaybitch commented: Ew worst duo ever 
@kietosh commented: don’t b jealous🙄
@jjmaybitch commented: Girls don’t fight over me
@jjmaybitch commented: Y/N replaced me bruh 
You + John B 
@jjmaybitch commented: Love of my life and y/n 
@jjmaybitch commented: So handsome bro
@jjmaybitch commented: Homie hopper
@johnbr03 commented: U are a dog.
You + Pope 
@jjmaybitch commented: Fuckin amazing photo 
@jjmaybitch commented: Pope don’t take my girl
@thepope3141 commented: Ok fine
@jjmaybitch commented: THANK YOU 🙏🏻G
@jjmaybitch commented: Pope u sexy beast
@jjmaybitch commented: Baby you are so beautiful pope move
You + The Pogues 
@jjmaybitch commented: U r all fugly next to me NO CAP
@jjmaybitch commented: Day 1s
@jjmaybitch commented: Sexy mfs wow
@jjmaybitch commented: Me and y/n and our children
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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thank you for 600 followers 💖
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mrsmaybank · 3 years
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I Still Hate You - JJ Maybank x Reader
ENEMIES TO LOVERS 
Summary: You hate JJ and JJ hates you, but after he’s forced to give you a ride home, words are exchanged and your issues are resolved.....in your bed. 
cw: smut, daddy kink, hatefuck, JJ being annoying, cursing(a lot), shitty writing
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Rivalries and curses between teenagers were anything but rare on the Outer Banks. Honestly, there was a proper war on the island. I’m not talking about Kooks versus Pogues, though. This war is much more….personal. This is the war between me, and JJ Maybank.
His blonde head turned for a second to look behind him before swiftly, but not at all smoothly, speeding up to cut-off the Toyota Camry in front of us.
“Wow. You even drive like an asshole.” I scoffed.                                        “Huh?” He pretended not to hear me.                                                                   “I said, you’re an asshole.” I almost shouted into his ear. “Can you hear me now?” I mocked.
“Are you done? ‘Cause I could just leave you on the side of the road.” He retorted with the same nonchalant attitude he always spoke to me in.
“You wouldn’t.” I shrugged.
“Oh yeah? Give me three reasons I shouldn’t make you fucking walk home.”
I couldn’t tell if he was serious. He might’ve been.
“Um...for one, John B would kill you. Two, Kiara would kill you. And let’s see…. three, Pope would kill you.” I beamed at my own delivery of the very obvious reasons JJ would never leave me anywhere, no matter how much he might want to. Our shared friends would make him pay if he ever crossed that line.
He just rolled his eyes. I sat proudly in my seat as a comfortable silence overtook the truck.
Five minutes before we would get to my side of the island and our destination, JJ spoke.
God, we were so close to just being done with this shitty drive.
“Do you just not get any dick? Like at all? Is that why you’re so uptight?” He sounded genuinely curious.
“Oh my fucking god!” I slapped him over the center console. “What is wrong with you?!”
He just smiled his stupid cocky smile. “Sooo...yes?”
“What goes on in your head that makes you think that’s an okay thing to ask?”
“Kie tells me about her endeavors.” He laughed as he drew on. “....of the sexual kind.”
I just shook my head, “Yeah, well Kie tolerates you. I don’t.”
He tried to speak but I cut him off, “Anyway why are you so concerned if I’m getting any?!”
In an almost inaudible tone he muttered, “I could fuck that out of you.”
My brain malfunctioned and I swallowed hard. “What?”
“That horrible fucking attitude and smart ass mouth…” He looked away from the road and at me. “I could fuck it out of you.”
In the most pathetic display of wit ever, I tried to stand my ground. I just couldn’t think. I was beyond flustered. I mean..I mean! Was he propositioning me?! Or was this his new method of torturing me? 
“Yeah..right.” I got out.
JJ just laughed.
“Pff..” I looked out the window to avoid making eye contact. “No.”
“No, what? Did you start thinking about it or something?”
My eyes bulged out of my head. Maybe I did!?
“Shut the fuck up. And slow down. This is a residential area.”
We pulled into my driveway and we both got out. I turned around when I realized he’d followed me to the doorstep. “I’m not inviting you in.” I looked up at him with my arms crossed.
“You have the keg.” He replied in the most annoying, know-it-all way he could.
I shook my head, “Right.” I unlocked the door and stepped in.
“Your house is nice.” He said looking around and putting his hat on the front mantel. “Your parents still out of town?”
“Thanks.” I led him to the kitchen. “And yeah. They get back next week. Kegs in here.”
“Right.” He said softly.
“Right.” I replied even softer.
Was the AC on in here?
Why was I so hot?
Why was JJ looking at me like that?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I screeched when I noticed his weird ass pensive stare into my eyes. “Did you start thinking about it or something?” I mocked.
“No.” he said dryly but convincingly, picking up the Keg to take back to his truck. I began walking him out.
“See you later?”
“Obviously dumbass.” I rolled my eyes. “I bought the Keg. I’m going to the party.”
He threw the keg into his backseat and waved as I closed the door.
“Bye.”
“Bye.” I flipped him off before shutting the door.
I sighed and began to replay the events of the car ride again. Okay, the thoughts were less about the actual conversation and more about what it would be like to have JJ’s hands in my pants. It could never happen. I could never let him win. But I could think about it in the privacy of my own head as much as I wanted. And honestly, I did. Quite often. Even before today. Did I hate him? Sure. But was I immensely attracted to his stupid hot face and stupid hot abs and hair and…
“Fuck!” The knock on the door scared me but I rushed to open it. It was JJ.
“What?!”
He laughed at my frustration and grabbed my face, crashing his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, with purpose and with a force so strong it was like he’d been waiting for years to do just this.
I kissed him back softer. Completely, and utterly submitting to him and the overwhelming desire I felt.
We were like that for a while. Heaving for breaths in between harsh, sloppy kisses as it got hotter and hotter and hotter. My hands had found a place entangled in his hair but his wandered. They pinched my waist and caressed my back. They pulled me closer and closer. I tugged at his shirt in a silent beg for him to do what he said he would. Fuck me.
He took it off almost instantly, kissing me again as I caressed the skin of his bare shoulders.
We both kicked our shoes off and without separating mouths I tried to start for my bedroom. In the blind rush there, I knocked over a vase.
He tried to stop and address it but I didn’t let him.
“I don’t care.” I whispered before kissing him again.
“You’re that desperate?” He smirked back. I took the opportunity to discard my shirt.
“Shut up.”
For the first time, he completely stopped. He grabbed my cheeks with his hands forcing my lips to pucker saying, “Watch your mouth.”
He went to kiss me again, now grabbing my hair into a makeshift ponytail to kiss down my neck. “Say you’re sorry.”
He was still him and I was still me though, so I didn’t. But also…. I couldn’t. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over my chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and I couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic mewl. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”
“I’m...sorry..” He smiled against my skin when he heard it. Leading me closer to my bedroom door with strong hands on my hips he teased again. “Atta girl.”
I began undoing the button of my shorts, sliding them off and he stopped me as I stepped out of them. “Where’s your room?”
I grabbed his hand and led him to it, “Over here.”
When I let go of him he sat down on the bed and began giving me instructions.
“Close the door and come sit.” I did as I was told and shut the door.
When I sat on his lap he kissed me again, “I like you so much better like this.” His hand slowly creeped into my underwear. “Any last words?” He teased me.
“I still fucking hate you.”
He responded by entering me with his fingers as I desperately searched for something to grab onto. “Shut the fuck up.”
I unfortunately did. Simply experiencing way too much pleasure to speak.
“You’re so wet.” He let me know graciously, continuing his ministrations inside me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. I felt drunk on his touch and I wanted more. I palmed him through his shorts, getting up and kneeling in between his legs. He hummed in satisfaction and I began undoing his pants. “I want it.” I slurred.
“‘Course you do.” We worked in sync to remove the constraining fabric.
I bit my lip and kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left mine as I continued to softly taste.
“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He pulled me up off the floor. “Just sit on it.”
I agreed and began to slowly sink myself down on him.
“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're on my dick.”
Every word that left his mouth made my hips rock a little faster.
“You’re so cute like this.”I moaned as his hands made their way to my boobs, the slow fondling a contrast to the desperate pace of my hips.
“So quiet and pretty.”
“You just wanted my attention, huh? Is that why you were so mean?”
I nodded my head as the knot in my stomach tightened. “Wanted to be a little whore for me?” He enunciated by fucking up into me harder and harder. “Hm?” One hand left my chest to rub circles on my clit.
“Yes!” I gasped, “Yes, yes, yes. Please--Daddy!” The Freudian slip left my lips before I could think, but JJ did not seem to mind one bit.
“Oh fuck me….” He let out, bucking his hips and thrusting up impossibly harder. “I should’ve done this sooner.”
My legs started to shake as I felt myself getting dangerously close to the edge. JJ must’ve felt it because he placed his hand right under my chin and told me, “Ask me.”
I laughed and threw my head back, “Ask you what?”
“Ask me if you can come.”
I whined, “Can I come, Daddy?”
“No.”
He flipped me over so he was on top and began pounding into me with even more force than before. “This is for every time you were a total--Fuck!” He shook his head “You’re so tight.” He stayed fully inside of me and gave me a wet kiss before spitting out, “For everytime you were a fucking bitch.”
“I’m soo sorry,” I droned sarcastically in between moans. If I was close before, now I was just seconds away. Tears were pooling out of my eyes at the sheer intensity of how hard JJ was fucking me. I guess the rumors were true. He was good at this. Really good at this.
“Come inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”
“Yeah?” he smiled, as one hand went to hold me down by the shoulder. “You first.” The other hand rubbed my clit with care.
“Fuck Jayj! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna-”
“Come babe, go ahead.” My vision went white and he kissed my open mouth. There was a symphony of kiss-drowned out moans and the violently loud slapping of skin as he sheathed himself as far inside me as he could and filled me. The orgasm was otherworldly.
“Holy shit.” He panted and rolled off me. To my suprise, a sweaty arm wrapped around me and held me to his chest. Looking down slightly he asked, “Did I fuck the physco bitch out of you?”
“Shut up, you like me.” I responded. “Just a little.” he kissed my forehead and it was sweet. He was a sweet boy.
“What’d you come back for?” I asked, thinking I knew the answer. 
“My hat.” 
We laid there for a while in a different type of comfortable silence.
“I have to get ready.” I said, getting up. I tossed him his shorts, “Let’s go get the rest of our clothes.”
He got up and followed me out, kissing me again as soon as we were in the living room.
“Who is desperate now?” I asked.
“I can’t help it. You’re so-”
“Hi guys.” John B said, smiling from the couch as Kie and Sara bursted out laughing from the loveseat. Pope’s mouth was hung open.
“Oh fucking great.” I exasperated.
JJ in typical, shithead JJ fashion, just smiled.
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