#single dad jj maybank

[dark-fics-4-you]

Number One Fan ch. III

dark!Stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader x JJ Maybank

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, smut, incest relationship (step-siblings), f!recieving oral, fingering, drugging, alcohol, gaslighting, manipulation, jealousy, controlling behavior

Rafe’s jealousy over your budding flirtationship with JJ becomes competitive, and Rafe can’t stop himself from trying to get closer to you

You were completely and utterly stumped.

Despite searching every drawer, your laundry basket, each nook and cranny of your room AND tearing through Sarah’s room, you couldn’t find the underwear you were looking for.

Why did you have to realize your favorite pink silk panties were missing today of all days??

Glancing at your phone, you saw a new text from JJ, ‘i’ve been thinking about you all day y/n, can’t wait for tn ;)’

A smile tugged at your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as JJ’s face entered your mind and you typed out a reply. Although you hadn’t realized it at first, your friend had so much more to him than just his goofy exterior.

JJ understood what it was like to have a tough childhood and a deadbeat Dad, something you had been all too familiar with before you mom finally left your father and eventually found Ward Cameron.

In a lot of ways, you felt like you could be completely yourself around JJ, which was difficult when you were with other friends. He was so perceptive and sweet, although he had a teasing side that you enjoyed just as much.

This was the first time that you had felt this comfortable around another man besides Rafe. But Rafe was your brother, so of course the feelings you had for JJ were different.

And even though you usually told Rafe everything about your life, you wanted to keep JJ a secret. You knew that Rafe would disapprove, he had voiced his opinion of JJ more times than you could count, and you knew that if you told him you were dating JJ he would be mad. So you kept everything between you and JJ only.

Being around JJ felt thrilling, like you never knew what he might do next. He was flirtatious as hell, which was daunting at first, but you grew to love his compliments and innuendos, often feeling a rush whenever he made any kind of sexual joke around you.

You were still a virgin, which felt embarrassing. You had never even had a boyfriend! Despite your many attempts at finding a relationship throughout middle and high school, each one had fizzled out before starting. It had been line after line of boys giving half hearted excuses about why they couldn’t be with you, and you never really understood why every single one of your relationships always failed.

You had never given or received head, honestly you had only had a limited number of make out sessions, always getting too nervous to take it further.

You were determined to finally change that all, and JJ seemed like the perfect guy to lose your virginity to.

You two had been friends for so long, it felt natural to start dating, and even though you knew JJ wasn’t a virgin, you could tell that he liked you a lot and sex with him would be so much more than just a hook up.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you leaned over your drawers. You grabbed a short skirt and lace up corset top that seemed appropriate for the house party you were planning on throwing.

It was always a bit risky to have your friend group coming over to your place since a lot of them were Pogues, friends that you had made before you rose to Kook status, and you had never liked the Pogue vs Kook rivalry.

Despite being a regular terrorizer of the Pogues, whenever you would hang out with them, Rafe wouldn’t bother them at all. Maybe he understood how important they were to you?

Or maybe he had finally started to outgrow his high school rival bullshit.

Either way, you enjoyed the privilege of inviting them over basically whenever you wanted, a privilege that Rafe rarely awarded to Sarah when she wanted to have them over.

This fact had always puzzled you, it was really strange observing the difference in how Rafe treated you and how he treated Sarah and Wheezie. You had always chalked it up to Rafe holding childhood grudges for too long.

You pulled on the skirt you picked out, choosing a slightly less provocative pair of panties than the ones that were still missing. After you tossed the shirt u were wearing to bed in your laundry basket, you slipped the corset top over your head and tried to adjust the straps to no avail.

Already frustrated by the missing underwear, you angrily stood up, walking over to Sarah’s room to complain about you issues and ask her to lace you up, but she was now nowhere to be found. She was probably halfway to John B’s at this point, she had been spending a lot of time with him recently.

With your sister gone, you had no option but to try Rafe’s room.

You knocked on the door, announcing, “Rafe, it’s Y/N! Can you help me with something?”

You leaned closer trying to hear an answer, and when you heard nothing you decided to just walk in. Opening the door, you found the room empty, but you could hear the shower in his bathroom running and warm steam and the smell of his body wash wafted through the air.

He must not have heard me, you thought to yourself as you stepped into his bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“Hey, Rafe!” you called again as you neared his bed, taking a seat on the plush mattress.

This time you heard the water turn off, and your step brother responded, “Y/N/N?”

“Yeah, can you help me lace up my corset?” You checked you phone again, happy to see another text from JJ, this time with a photo attachment. You could hear Rafe in the other room stepping out of the shower and you bit your lip nervously before you opened the message from JJ.

He was cupping his hard cock through the straining fabric of his boxers, and his large hand almost looked small next to his thick dick. Your eyes widened, thighs unconsciously squeezing together as you took in the image before you eyes drifted to the text beneath the photo, ‘look at what you do to me baby, i’ve been stroking myself all day thinking about your pretty mouth and pussy. i need to fill you up.’

His words had your cheeks burning and you felt your panties growing damp, you wanted him so bad you felt like you were on fire.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door to Rafe’s bathroom opened and he stepped out, towel wrapped around his lower body, hair and chest still slick with water. Quickly closing your phone and shifting on the bed in surprise, you glanced at your brother with a sheepish grin, trying not to focus on his exposed chest.

“Um, hey could you lace this corset up for me, Rafey?” You batted your eyelashes at your older step brother, trying to ignore the wet feeling between your legs.

He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head in annoyance, but he stepped toward you anyways, motioning for you to turn around so he could reach the back of the corset.

“What’re you all dressed up for anyways?” You felt his warm hands brushing the bare skin of your back as he grabbed the laces, pulling them tight.

“I told you already, I’m throwing a party tonight, my friends are coming.” You were mad that he forgot your plans, just hoping that he wasn’t going to start a fight.

He was silent and you could feel the tension crackling in the air. Rafe tied the bow, hands falling at your waist before he spun you around.

“Is that a problem?” You asked him, challenge heavy in your voice. You really hated fighting with Rafe, because usually you had such a great relationship with him. It’s not that you wanted to cause an issue, you just didn’t see why there needed to be any issue.

Rafe sighed, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a hug, “no Y/N/N, not a problem. You can have your party.”

You hugged him back happily, mood shifting instantly at his approval. “Thanks so much Rafey! Hey, you could invite some of your football friends over!”

He mulled over your suggestion and nodded a bit, “sure.”

Your phone buzzed and when you and Rafe both turned to glance towards it, you snatched it up, anxiously hiding the screen from your step brother.

“Well, I’m gonna start getting ready for tonight,” you glanced around his room one last time before your eyes randomly settled on his laundry basket.

You noticed the familiar pink shade of the cloth sticking out slightly and you walked to the basket, bending over to grab them.

“Ha, Rafey it looks like some of my laundry ended up in your basket,” you giggled, holding up the panties for Rafe to see.

Your older brother blushed, face frozen in surprise before he nervously laughed, stammering out a joke about ‘wanting to try them on’ that just made you laugh harder.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in amusement before waving goodbye and heading back to your room.

After closing the door, you slid off the pair of panties you thought you were going to wear and replaced them with your favorite pair, checking yourself out in the mirror a bit as you did so.

Your phone buzzed again and you opened two texts from JJ, ‘send me a picture baby please,’ followed by ‘i need to see how wet you are for me princess’

Your cheeks grew hot and you felt you a warmth between your legs. You lay back on the bed, imagining JJ on top of you as your fingers crept between your legs.

You slipped the panties off, throwing them to the ground and you brought your fingers to your clit.

Swirling your fingers around the tender cluster of nerves, you let out a small moan at the feeling. You grabbed your phone, spreading your legs before snapping a picture with your finger teasing your clit.

You send the picture and JJ opened it immediately. A few seconds passed before you saw a video from him pop up.

When you clicked the video you saw JJ’s hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly. Your mouth watered as you imagined the feeling of him inside of you.

Posing yourself again, you snapped a picture of your perky tits. You clicked send, anxiously awaiting his next response.

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Rafe watched you from afar as you scanned the crowd of the party again, looking for JJ’s blond hair.

He had been checking in on you every few minutes, making sure your cup was always full and offering you lines of blow, some of which you accepted.

It wasn’t hard to tell that you were drunk already, the most recent time he had spoken with you he had noted how much you were slurring your words and the unsteady way you tried to walk over to one of your girl friends.

He knew you had been looking for JJ. After you stepped into the shower before the party, Rafe had swiped your phone, looking through your most recent messages and realizing your motivations for throwing the party tonight.

Anger bubbled in his chest at the thought of that dirty Pogue defiling his sister. JJ was scum, always had been, always would be. How could you not see it??

JJ didn’t have half the history with you that Rafe did. He had known you for so long, watched you grow up from just down the hall. You had shared moments and memories that JJ could never have. Rafe was just trying to shield you from any man that wasn’t him.

Because Rafe had seen time and time again how men reacted to you. Every room you entered, he could feel the eyes swivel to you, could practically see these men perceive you as nothing more than a piece of meat.

And it made him sick.

You were so beautiful, so incredibly sweet, and way too trusting.

You were too good for that Pogue trash, too pure. If you hooked up with JJ, who knows what he might turn you into. JJ might even turn you against him, which made him the most pissed off.

Rafe Cameron’s little sister deserved to be protected from any of the sick men out there who wanted to ruin your innocence.

But for tonight, he knew that JJ wouldn’t bother you.

He glanced over at his friend across the room who gave him a knowing nod. The rest of his team had taken care of JJ, harassing him and pushing him outside of the house. They weren’t gonna let him back in, and Rafe wasn’t going to let you leave before he got what he wanted.

The music blasted through the house, bodies crowding every available space. Rafe could still see you sitting alone on a counter near the kitchen and he decided to check in on you again.

He came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist in a hug and you smiled up at him, “Rafey! Can you get me a refill please?”

His heart melted at the way you batted your eyelashes at him and he felt his dick grow hard at the sight of your sweet smile.

“Sure princess, anything for you,” your older brother said with a wink before grabbing your cup to fill it up.

Rafe walked to the kitchen, luckily for him, there was no one else around at the moment.

He set your cup down on the counter, pulling the baggie of powder from his pocket before pouring a good amount to the bottom of the cup. He added more ice and filled it up with the strong punch you had made.

The less you remembered of this night, the better.

Rafe had been going crazy the last few weeks. After that night that he snuck into your room and fingered you, he had been thinking about you nonstop.

About your perfect body, the way you felt tightening around his fingers, so wet and all his. Every single noise you made, every sigh and moan had been playing on a loop in his mind, and he was determined to hear more.

To Rafe’s surprise, the morning after he snuck into your room the first time and made you cum in your sleep, he found you awake early in a great mood and cooking breakfast for everyone.

You spent that day with him, paying more attention to him than you had in a while, and even though there was a small pit of guilt building in your older brother’s gut as he kept his secret from you, he also loved being your center of attention.

Three days after the first night he came to your room at night, he did it again.

You were such a heavy sleeper it would have concerned Rafe if your nature didn’t allow him those moments alone in your room.

Some nights he just came in to watch you sleep, gaze wandering over your naked curves and fantasizing about stuffing his cock into you.

He wandered if that would wake you up, or if you would be able to sleep through him slowly fucking your limp body. He daydreamed about you waking up as he pounded into you, so cock drunk and tired that you would let your big brother do anything to you.

Every morning after he made you cum in your sleep, you would wake up feeling so refreshed and you were always especially sweet to him those days.

Rafe wanted so bad for you to know that he was the one making you feel so good. That your big brother was watching out for you and would always take care of you.

The blond snapped out of his thoughts, giving your drink one last stir before heading back to where you were sitting.

Your face lit up when you saw him and you stumbled from your chair to hug him. “Thanks so much Rafey!”

“No problem, bunny, how are you feeling?” The blond sat beside you and handed you the drink.

“‘M good i just don’t know where JJ is and none of the other Pogues have seen him,” you were slurring your words, hiccuping in between syllables. Rafe knew that you were already drunk the last time he saw you, but now you were on another level. “He told me he was gonna be here.”

You took a large swig of your drink, missing the frown that grew on Rafe’s face at the mention of JJ’s name.

“Fuck that Pogue, I honestly don’t get why you’re so determined to be with that guy.” Rafe scowled with disgust.

You reared back a bit at Rafe’s words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Rafe, JJ is my friend. And besides, even if he was anything more than that, it would still be none of your business!”

Rafe’s face grew hot with anger, temper spiking when you talked back to him. He knew you were lying to him right now, he had seen some of your messages to JJ.

And it very much was his business.

You were his little sister, he had an obligation to keep you safe, to keep you away from people that would hurt you.

Not only that, but Rafe felt betrayed by the thought of you giving yourself to anyone other than him, but especially with JJ Maybank.

Rafe’s bond with you was deeper than anyone else’s in your life.

If anyone had a right to your virginity, it was him.

“I’m just saying, I’ve heard some bad shit about that guy, he sleeps around and leaves every girl he meets broken hearted. I just don’t want that to happen to my sister.” Rafe looked at you sincerely, trying so hard to convince you.

Your eyes softened, somewhat touched by the concern from your brother, but still annoyed with him.

“I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions and taking care of myself, Rafe.”

He just snorted in response, turning away as he laughed humorously, “sure.”

You took another swig of your drink and Rafe eyed you.

“Make sure you drink that before it’s all watered down, Y/N/N.” He wanted you to drink it faster so the results would be stronger. “Also… I have a little surprise for you.”

You looked at him curiously before throwing back another large gulp of your drink, “what?”

He pulled a small baggie from his pocket and you raised an eyebrow as he poured out some of the contents onto the table and began setting up a line.

“I like how you think Rafe,” you smiled, previous argument forgotten as your brother handed you a rolled up twenty. You sipped your drink again before you leaned over the table and snorted the line.

The burn didn’t last long and you could feel the coke mingling with the alcohol already in your system. You took a couple more drinks of your punch, but the sweetness was starting to hurt your stomach. Colors began to blur together and you suddenly felt really overwhelmed by the need to lay down.

“Mm fuck Rafey, I don’t feel great.” You mumbled, leaning against the larger man to steady yourself, not really understanding why the room seemed to be rocking.

Rafe chuckled at the state you were in, knowing that you only had a little bit more time before you would just pass out. “You’re tapping out already, Y/N/N?”

“I just need… to take a little nap,” you were stumbling over your words, barely able to focus on what you were trying to say. “I’ll come back to the party after, promise. Mm k?”

Rafe’s pulse quickened at your words, an idea forming as you wobbled and stood up.

“Do you need me to walk you to your room?” He asked innocently. “Don’t want you to fall over or get sick.”

Your head was spinning, ears ringing, but you felt really weird. You just wanted to be in bed, and you told Rafe as much before you managed to stand and walked away from the activity of the living room.

He didn’t follow you, just watched you walk away with a strange look on his face.

You practically dragged yourself up the stairs to your room, sighing as you closed the door before flopping on to your bed.

Drinking wasn’t something you did all the time, but you usually were so much better at handling your alcohol and you couldn’t understand why you felt so fucked up right now.

Time felt like it was moving differently. Head swimming, you felt like even sitting up might make you nauseous. You felt so exhausted and your limbs were so heavy. The bed you were laying on however was warm and comfortable. Your eyelids began to drift close.

They jolted open however when a ray of light entered the room and the door opened and closed. You could hear the lock click faintly and you turned to look at the door.

A tall male figure stood by the door, and you couldn’t make out his features as he walked closer. You weren’t sure who had just walked in.

“JJ?” You groggily slurred, slowly lifting your back off the bed as you propped yourself up with your elbows.

He didn’t say anything, just slowly kicked his shoes off before you suddenly felt his lips on yours.

You gasped against him in surprise and you felt his weight shift onto the bed before he straddled you and deepened the kiss.

His tongue probed into your mouth and you let out a moan against his lips at the feeling. His hand slid up your thigh, feeling your soft skin before trailing to your ass and lightly squeezing, and you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

You could feel his hard cock grinding against your core, the layers of clothing doing little to conceal how large he was.

You felt dizzy with desire, body buzzing from both want and the alcohol and coke coursing through your system. You knew that you were so drunk that you shouldn’t be making any rash decisions right now, but everything JJ was doing to you felt so so good, you didn’t want him to stop.

Even though it was dark and your vision was blurry, when he pulled away you could make out his blond hair and you grinned up at him.

“Please?” You asked, pulling at your shirt helplessly, needing to be skin to skin with him.

He understood your request, helping you lean forward before he quickly unlaced the corset. His large hands felt so familiar on your skin but he quickly undid the laces before you could linger on the thought.

After he helped you out of the loosened corset, you laid back against the bed, wrapping his legs around his waist and softly humming when you felt his hands on the soft skin of your breasts.

He caressed you gently, hands massaging lightly before he drew closer and wrapped his lips around one of your hardened nipples. You gasped at the feeling as his warm, wet tongue slid over the sensitive bud. You hands reached for his back, wanting to hold onto him and he hissed against your skin as you dug your nails into him.

As his mouth nipped at one breast, his hand trailed to the other bud, pinching and twisting it. You mewled in pleasure, already feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations you were feeling. Your hand traced to his head, tugging on his hair when he made you feel especially good.

He began to trail his kisses down to your stomach and you could feel your panties growing wetter with anticipation.

His hands found their way to your inner thighs, relishing the feeling of your silky soft skin. They traced closer and closer to your core and you felt your cheeks warming up when his finger lightly traced over your panties.

They were already soaked with your juices and he pulled them to the side before ghosting his fingers along your slick folds. You bit your lip when you felt him circle your clit slowly. You rocked your hips just a little, letting out a small sigh at the feeling of friction against your clit.

“Mmm that feels good~”

He swirled his thumb around your clit lightly, teasingly as he positioned himself over you, and you whined before he shut you up with another kiss.

You sighed loudly against his lips when he slowly pushed one finger into your tight cunt. He slowly curled his finger inside you, swallowing your whimpers with his soft lips.

The pressure between your legs hurt a bit at first, but the feeling quickly gave way to pleasure as he twitched his digit inside you, thumb still circling your clit. Every sensation was heightened in your drunken state and you couldn’t help but moan in wanton pleasure, begging him for more.

When his second finger slid into your tight warmth, you tried to snap your legs shut but his strong arms held you in place, keeping your legs open as he plunged his fingers into your messy cunt. You could feel his grip on your thigh digging in to your soft skin roughly.

He repositioned himself over you again and you felt his warm tongue starting to lap at your already tender clit. You realized suddenly that you had been grinding your hips against him as he fingered you.

The blond hummed against your clit, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. You grabbed on to his hair again, pulling him even closer to your pussy, silently begging him to finger you deeper.

His fingers were plunging into you faster and harder now, tongue still lapping at your clit and you could feel the pleasure building to a peak between your legs.

You bit your lip, trying hopelessly to stifle your gasps and moans. Your attempts proved to be in vain when you felt yourself be pushed over the edge, the feelings of him lapping up your clit as you came forced an embarrassingly loud moan from your lips.

Legs quaking, you squeezed your eyes shut and tears fell past your lashes as you rode out your orgasm, his fingers moved slower as you came.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, body already sagging when exhaustion rolled over you. You came so hard it almost knocked you out immediately. It felt almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

You felt JJ slowly pull his fingers out of you, climbing over you to kiss you again and that was when your vision finally came into full focus.

It felt like slow motion as you realized the man kissing you was not JJ, but in fact Rafe. Your stomach dropped instantly, horrified that your step brother had just eaten you out until you came on his fingers.

And you had loved every second of it.

Your confusion and shock clouded your mind so much you could barely feel his lips moving against yours. Time seemed to stand still as your mind raced, trying to comprehend what was happening.

You felt limp in his arms and the last thing you remembered before your vision went black was Rafe repeating your name.

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Your eyes snapped open before they quickly shut again, offended by the morning light streaming through the blinds of your bedroom window.

Pain throbbed in your head and you let out a soft groan as you pressed a hand to your forehead.

You felt sore, a fact you initially attributed to the amount of alcohol you had drank, but your blood ran cold when your memories of last night began to return.

A wave of nausea hit you with a pang as you put together what you remembered. Had that really happened??

It was so sick that you could barely admit it to yourself.

Did your step brother eat you out last night?Or had it just been some twisted nightmare, something brought about by stress and frustration with your older brother.

You couldn’t imagine Rafe willingly doing any of the things that he had done to you, it simply couldn’t have happened. He was your brother, and he wouldn’t take advantage of you like that, especially when you were drunk.

It didn’t make sense, Rafe was your brother. And yeah he had made his fair share of mistakes in the past with drugs, but to think that he could be so evil as to get you drunk and then violate your body, violate your trust in him?

It just wasn’t like the sweet brother that you knew.

The more you thought it over, swallowing your bile on occasion, the more you convinced yourself that it couldn’t be true. It had to have been a nightmare.

After all, you realized, you vaguely remembered your corset being taken off but you were still in it, and it was even laced all the way up, albeit a little looser than before, but you could have drunkenly loosened them before you fell asleep. Your skirt was still on, hell even your socks were on.

Nothing at all was out of place.

And yet, you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of your brain from telling you to not let this nightmare go so easily.

It felt ridiculous, but you needed to ask Rafe.

He was the only one who could tell you the truth, and as embarrassed as you were to tell him you thought that you had had a sex dream about him, you were even more terrified of the idea that anything actually had happened between the two of you.

Rafe was your step brother, but your parents had been married for years and as you grew up, you had come to think of him as your older brother.

You loved him. You trusted him.

And the idea that he might have taken advantage of you while you were drunk out of your mind was so unimaginable it would have made you laugh if it hadn’t felt so nauseatingly real.

You managed to pull yourself out of bed, reaching through your dresser to change into comfier, less revealing clothes.

It took you several minutes to muster up the courage to knock of Rafe’s door, and when he told you to come in, you opened the door nervously before stepping in.

He was laying on his bed wearing only his pajama pants and your cheeks flushed with shame as flashes of last night played in your mind.

Your mouth felt so dry, heart beating in your chest loudly as you tried to look nonchalant. You normally would have gotten closer to him, but now you felt anxious just to be in the same room as him.

“Hey, um, how much of the party do you remember?” You stammered out.

“I remember you tapped out early and went to bed 4 hours before the party ended.” Rafe’s voice was even, blue eyes calm and casual. He sat up in bed and it took all of your nerve not to flinch away from his movement. “We all took about 6 shots each after you left.”

This answer made sense, you didn’t remember telling Rafe that you were going to bed, but maybe he had seen you heading upstairs.

Still, it didn’t all add up. Where had JJ been? Why did he not come to your room after you asked him to?

“So… you didn’t come into my room at all last night?” You held your breath, knowing that his answer might confirm what you feared.

He turned his head to look at you, eyes unreadable, “no.”

“Oh, okay,” relief washed over you and you let out a breath you had been holding since you stepped into his room.

“Why do you ask?” Your eyes met his again at his question, his eyebrows were pulled together and the look he gave you made you shiver. You were finding it really hard to look him in the eyes.

“I just thought-” you stopped yourself, licking your dry lips and clearing your throat. “I don’t know, I- I must have had a dream you came to my room last night.”

“Well I definitely didn’t, Y/N.” He paused, looking into your eyes thoughtfully. “What happened in your dream?”

Your nerves flared as he stared at you expectantly. You didn’t even want to think about that dream, much less admit to your step brother that your mind had imagined him in that way, doing those things to you, and making you feel so fucking good.

“N-nothing, you just came by to check on me a-and I was so drunk I couldn’t get up,” your lie was punctuated with a nervous laugh.

Of course it hadn’t actually happened, Rafe had never been inappropriate with you before and you knew that he couldn’t possibly have feelings for you. He was your brother, the love he felt for you was the same love you felt for him.

Right?

“That’s sweet that you dreamed about me, Y/N/N.” When he mumbled out your nickname in his familiar drawl, to your horror, you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach, and you lightly squeezed your thighs together when you felt yourself grow wet.

You couldn’t be around him right now. The shame you felt from your sick dream was all you could think about.

Rafe was such a good older brother, he would never try to hurt you. Thinking about him doing those inappropriate things to you that felt so good conflicted your emotions.

Everything about it was just so, so wrong.

You gave some excuse about going to get breakfast before you practically ran from his room to your own.

Rafe leaned back against his bed, a smug grin spreading across his face as he picked up his phone, clicking on his private camera roll before entering his password.

He selected the most recent photo, the one he had taken last night after you passed out, staring at your pussy with your legs spread for him, clit red and swollen. Rafe’s cock throbbed as he remembered the taste of you on his lips and the lewd sounds you had made with every curve of his fingers inside you. The needy way you had begged him to touch you.

He swiped through the others, you laying back with the corset off and perfect breasts exposed, nipples hardened. He loved the way you had gasped when he licked your nipples, he wished that he could have seen your face while he had fucked you with his fingers, but he needed the room to be dark so you didn’t know it was him.

Another showed you still on your back, his hips aligned with yours, his hard dick resting on top of your pubic area, allowing him to see exactly how deep he would be able to fuck you when he finally got the right moment.

And god was he fucking ready to split you open and take your virginity.

But he couldn’t do it last night, not so soon, not when you didn’t know it was your big brother pumping into you and filling you up with his cum.

Not when you thought he was JJ.

Rafe needed you to know when he fucks you that he was the only one in the world who could take care of you, the only one who actually, truly knows you. The only person you were really supposed to be with.

No, Rafe had been patient, and he was willing to be patient again.

He was the best older brother in the world, and you were going to be his, all his.

No matter what.

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[surftrips]

Maybe you could do single dad jj maybank he’s in college and has to do a project with the reader and has to bring the baby with them and they bond and start to hang out a lot then they start to date also maybe she’s a single mom I feel like that would be like a unique thing

thank you so much for this request! i hope you don't mind that i switched it up a bit (and got carried away lol) but reader is the single mom here and her and jj have known each other their whole lives :)

when you know, you know

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n needs a babysitter and jj is the only person available.

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"Okay, I understand. Thanks, anyway," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and hanging up the phone. Your babysitter had just canceled on you, and the timing could not have been worse. 

You had been planning this night for months. Between your classes, a part-time job, and taking care of your 2-year-old Margo, it was nearly impossible to schedule anything. But you desperately needed a night out and your friend Emma had so kindly offered to set you up on a blind date. 

You scrolled through your contacts list, looking for anyone that was sober on a Friday night, a seemingly impossible task. Glancing at the time, you realized that you only had an hour left to find a babysitter and get ready. 

As panic set in, you received a text from the P4L groupchat. 

JJ: Wtw tonight?

Not now JJ, you thought. 

Y/N: Trying to find a babysitter, mine just canceled :/

Kie: Oh no, Y/N!! I'm so sorry :(

Cleo: Sorry babes, I totally wouldd but I already lost count of how many drnks I've had 2nite xxx

JJ: Wait, you guys went out already?

Sarah: JJ, we told you it's a girls night.

JJ: In that case, Y/N, I'll watch Margo! 

Absolutely not, was your first thought. JJ Maybank was probably the last person you wanted to take care of your child, he was practically one himself. 

Besides, since you had Margo, he was always acting weird around you. Before, you two would hang out all the time, but now he only saw you if there was another person there as a buffer. He hardly visited or called, but you were so preoccupied with raising a baby on your own that you hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it. 

In the beginning, people assumed it was his baby you were pregnant with, but you never crossed that line because your friendship meant the world to each other. He was the first person you told when you found out you were going to be a mother, and you remember how excited he was for you. It was hard to believe how distant he had become, and you wondered why he had volunteered himself tonight. 

You assessed the situation: you hadn't gone out in nearly two years, and who knew when the next opportunity would be? You sighed, hardly believing the words you were about to type on your phone. 

Y/N: Ok. How soon can you be here? 

Y/N: You better be sober, JJ. 

You turned your phone off before the others could protest, knowing that half of them were drunk anyway. 

"Uncle JJ is going to come over and watch you tonight, okay? Mommy is going to be gone for just a few hours," you said to your daughter, picking her up and placing her in your eye line so you could do your makeup.

"Jay Jay?" she repeated. 

"Yes, honey," you smiled, trying to reassure her, or yourself. Out of all the pogues, Kiara and Sarah babysat Margo the most. She had probably only met JJ a handful of times and you worried about how well she would do with him alone. 

As if he could read your mind, your phone began ringing and you looked over to see his face on your screen.

"JJ, please don't tell me you're canceling too."

"What? Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering if you needed me to bring anything for Margo?" 

"Oh," you relaxed. "Hmmm, I think we have everything we need here. But thank you for asking, JJ."

"Of course," you could hear him smiling on the other line. "You know, thanks for letting me watch Margo. I've been meaning to visit her more." 

"JJ, you know you're weren't my first choice," you teased. "But yeah, of course. Thanks, I owe you." 

You hung up the phone, thoughts from earlier creeping back into your mind. You always assumed that the baby scared JJ away, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on. 

However, now was not the time for you to be thinking about this, considering that you now had 30 minutes left until your date showed up and you had yet to pick out a dress.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Any suggestions, Margo?" you asked your daughter, combing through your closet for something appropriate. You settled on a short black dress with a boat neck, and black knee high boots to go along with it. 

"What do we think, sweetie?" you smiled at Margo.

"Pretty!" she clapped her small hands together. 

"Why, thank you, baby. Come on, let's go see if Uncle JJ is here yet," you picked her up and checked your phone for any notifications. 

Blind Date: Be there in 5! :)

Crap, you thought. Where is JJ? 

You shot back a confirmation for your date and looked out the window for any sign of JJ. You weren't sure if he was biking over or he had borrowed the Twinkie, but there was no sign of anyone outside. 

Growing anxious, you gathered Margo's favorite toys and books into the living room and tidied up your apartment to pass the time. 

Exactly 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. You smoothed down your dress and checked your hair in the mirror one last time. Putting on your best smile, you went to open the door. 

"Hi–" you started. "Oh, it's you." 

"Come on, that's what I get for dropping everything and saving your ass?" JJ responded. 

"Sorry, weren't you the one with no plans on a Friday?" 

"You know, I can just turn around right now-" 

"Stop!" you pleaded. "Okay, sorry, I've been anxious about this all day and I just want to get back to Margo as fast as I can." 

"Relax, Y/N. I'm here now," he took in your appearance. "You look great, by the way." 

The last time he saw you remotely dressed up like this was prom night. 

You couldn't help but blush, looking around for Margo to hide your face. "Margo, look who it is!" 

"Jay Jay!" she babbled. 

"Oh my god, she knows my name!" JJ replied, looking a little perplexed. 

"You know what, I'm surprised too considering she's only met you, like, four times," you said. 

"Alright, you're no fun," he looked at you as you traded your daughter over to his arms. "Miss Margo and I here are going to have the time of our lives. Aren't we?" 

He tickled her, causing her to giggle. She seemed so comfortable in his arms, you wondered why you were ever worried in the first place. 

"Thanks again for doing this, I know we haven't talked in a while-" you started. 

"So, where's the lucky guy?" he interrupted you. 

"Uhh," you looked over at the clock. "He said he would be here by now." 

"Late to the first date? That's a red flag, Y/N." 

"As if you're not a walking red flag, JJ. What did you get here on? Your bike?"

"Hey! I refurbished that bike all on my own! It takes a lot of skill to do that."

Just then, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, a smile plastered on your face again. 

"Hey! You must be Emma's friend! I'm Tom." he greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for being late, I went to get these flowers for you and was distracted by the girl scouts selling cookies outside. I had to support them, you know?" 

"Oh, no worries! Yes, how can you say no to them?" you laughed softly. You took the flowers from him and went to place them on the table closest to you, beckoning him to come in.

"Tom, this is one of my friends, JJ. He's babysitting my daughter, Margo, while we're gone," you said.

"Ah! What a pleasure," Tom went over to shake JJ's hand and politely wave at your daughter. "I promise not to keep your mom out too late tonight." 

"That's right, need her back before midnight," JJ remarked.

You playfully pushed him in response, grabbing your keys. "Alright, you have my number so please call me if you need anything. Bye Margo, mommy loves you!" 

With that, you and Tom headed outside and into his car. 

On the drive over to the restaurant, you learned that Tom was a psychologist, he liked to cook, and reality TV shows were his guilty pleasure. At the restaurant, which was a higher-end place near the water, he pulled out your chair for you. 

"I hope this place is okay, I wasn't sure what kind of food you liked so I thought somewhere nicer would be safe," he said. 

"Oh, this is perfect. Don't even worry about it," you smiled. "I haven't had a proper night out in so long, I wouldn't have minded if you took me to a burger joint." 

He laughed, "Margo is adorable, by the way. How old is she?"

"She's 2," you said. Then, feeling the need to clarify, "I had her when I was 20, at the beginning of my junior year in college."

"I see, how was that? How did you manage classes?" You were surprised at his demeanor, half-expecting him to judge you or run in the opposite direction any second now, but his inquisition was genuine.

"Well, I could still go to classes during the first trimester, but it got more difficult after that so I took a leave of absence. I'm taking night classes now because I work in the mornings." 

"Oh nice, what degree are you going for?"

"English, I want to be a teacher," you explained.

"My mom was a teacher," he smiled. "What age do you want to teach?"

"Oh no way! I want to teach elementary school kids. Everyone always tells me how hard it will be, but raising Margo... I don't love anything more than that." 

"That's really sweet, are you close with your family?"

You paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Depends on who you consider my family, I guess," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm not close with my parents, but my friends? Those are the most important people in my life." 

He smiled, "I understand. I'm glad you have a support system, being a single mother can be hard." 

"Yeah, I'm super grateful. Actually, my babysitter for tonight canceled last-minute and JJ came to the rescue. I don't know what I would've done without him." 

Tom's smile faltered for an unnoticeable second. "How long have you known him for?"

"JJ? My whole life, probably. I can't imagine a time when he wasn't by my side. He was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy, but after..." you trailed off.

"After...?"

"Afterwards," you hesitated, not wanting to bad-mouth your friend. "I guess he started to distance himself more, I think Margo scared him away honestly."

"You think it was Margo and nothing else?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean," he sighed. "Do you think there could be any other reason why he would be so supportive of you before and not after you had Margo?" 

"I-I'm not sure. I haven't had much time to think about it, I guess."

"You want my opinion?" Tom asked. You searched his face for any sign of spitefulness, but came up empty. 

"I saw the way he looked at you and Margo, earlier. That boy is not scared of either of you. In fact, all I saw was love. Did you ever think he’s grappling with those feelings?” 

"His feelings? For me?" It was not the first time you thought about it, but it was the first time you heard it verbalized. 

"Yes, I know I sound crazy, but seriously, Y/N, what other reason could there be to explain his behavior?"

You racked your brain for all the possible explanations. Tom had a point, if JJ had feelings for you at some point in your friendship, or still does, he might feel the need to distance himself to protect you. 

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I told you, I'm a psychologist. I notice these things," he smiled.

"Is this how all of your first dates go?" you laughed.

"Not all of them, but I’ll admit, a few are like this. But tell me, am I wrong to assume there was something more going on between you two before you got pregnant?"

You sighed, "No, you're not wrong. Our feelings for each other were a truth that neither of us wanted to confront. We were young, we didn't want to be tied down, it was college. But he was always there, by my side, through everything. Of course, I loved him." 

"Well, there you go. There's your answer." 

Tom dropped you off around midnight. You assured him that there was no need to walk you to your door, you both knew that you needed to have a conversation with JJ.

"Thank you again for tonight, we seriously need to meet up again," you said, before shutting your door.

"Absolutely, I'll give you the address to my office," he joked.

You turned the key into your door as quietly as possible, in case JJ was also asleep with Margo. Inside, the lights were off and you pulled out your phone flashlight to search for him. 

You went into Margo's room first, seeing that she was fast asleep in her crib. "Hi baby," you whispered. "Where's Uncle JJ?" 

After making sure she was tucked in properly, you turned to go into your bedroom. Sure enough, there was JJ, fast asleep in your bed. 

You couldn't help but smile, recalling memories from high school when you two would have sleepovers. Being sure to keep quiet, you changed into your pajamas and got ready for bed.

Trying your best to not wake up JJ, you pulled open the blanket on your side of the bed and slipped in next to him. 

"Goodnight, JJ," you whispered. 

—

In the morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. For a second, you weren't sure you were even in your apartment, remembering that you live alone with Margo and surely, you weren't asleep long enough for her to know her way around the kitchen.

But then you remembered that JJ was babysitting last night and had fallen asleep in your bed before you got home. 

After a long stretch, you got up and went into the kitchen.

"There she is, good morning pretty," JJ smiled at you. 

"Morning... When did you learn how to cook?" you questioned.

"What do you mean? I've always known how to make pancakes."

"Okay, that is just a straight up lie. In high school you would have chips for breakfast."

JJ put his hand to his chest, taking mock offense. "If you must know, I started teaching myself how to cook last year when I moved off-campus." 

"Wow, I must say, I am impressed, Mr. Maybank."

"Please, that's my father. You can call me JJ," he said, causing you both to laugh. 

Were his eyes always this blue? You thought, as you admired his features in the morning light. 

After a moment, you broke the silence. "Uh- I better go check on Margo. How was she last night, by the way?"

"Oh, amazing. Best kid ever." 

"Really? She didn't give you a hard time at all?"

"Nope, must have remembered me from when she was in the womb."

You smiled, turning around to your daughter's room.

Sure enough, Margo was sleeping like the baby she was. You checked the clock, she wouldn't be up for at least another hour.

"Margo's still in one piece?" JJ asked when you reentered the kitchen.

"Yes, somehow,” you mused. 

"Good, want to try these pancakes now?"

"Yes, please, I'm starving," you sat down across from JJ.

"Starving? Your date didn't feed you last night?"

"Very funny, if you want to know about my date, you can just ask." 

"Okay, how was your date?" he relented. 

"He's a psychologist." 

"Cool, anything else?" JJ looked slightly confused. 

"He was very normal and nice," you added.

“I would hope so.”

“Yes, and he likes to cook too.”

“That’s great, how was the date itself?”

“Oh the date itself…” you trailed off. 

"Y/N, why are you acting weird?"

"Weird? Me? I'm just telling you about my date." 

"You're talking about him like he's your therapist."

"Well, in a way, it was like a therapy session."

"So the date went bad?"

"No, it was really nice." 

JJ looked around the kitchen, "Did I accidentally put something in the pancake batter to make you act like this or...?" 

"These are great, by the way," you said, pointing to the pancakes with your fork.

"Thanks, but can we get back to the date?" 

"Oh, yeah, well, basically," you started. 

"Y/N." JJ was rarely ever serious, but he was starting to look concerned with you. 

"Okay, fine. It started off really well, we got to know each other. Then, he was asking about Margo and my family, and I told him about my parents, you know. Then he asked about you, and I told him I've known you forever, but after Margo, you started distancing yourself and we haven't seen or talked to each other in a while, and then-" you rambled. 

"Then what?"

"And then, he told me, or rather he made me realize, that maybe we need to address the feelings we may or may not have had for each other before I got pregnant," you finished in a rush.

JJ was silent, you weren't sure if the expression on his face was scared or bemused. 

"JJ, please say something." 

"Was that all?"

"More or less."

He sighed, "Y/N, I think one of the reasons why our friendship worked so well was because we both knew that at any moment, we could pursue something more, but we didn't. We both knew that doing that would ruin our friendship, something we've had for nearly twenty years. I thought college was going to be four years of partying and distractions, but instead, I had to face reality”

“Distractions?”

“Everyone that wasn’t you was a distraction, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“Uh, no. It wasn't, actually. JJ, you kept telling me you were trying to meet ‘the one!’” 

“Well, I was lying! Okay? You were always the one for me. I just didn’t feel like I was the one for you. So I was stupid and I decided we would be better off as friends, but when you got pregnant…” 

“When I got pregnant…?”

“When you told me about Margo, I panicked. I knew you were strong enough to do this on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to. I told myself that I was going to be there for you every step of the way, and I was, until you gave birth. I saw Margo for the first time, and I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Do what, JJ? You know I never needed you to be her father.” 

“I know, I know. I saw her and I couldn’t imagine hurting her. I didn’t want her to know me, because to know me is to be disappointed by me,” he sighed.

“JJ,” you stood up now to wrap your arms around him. “Are you kidding me? I was never, never disappointed by you. I was just worried, babe, that’s all. You stopped talking to me after that.” 

JJ allowed himself to fall into your arms. “I’m sorry, it just felt like too much at the time. I loved- love you and Margo so much, that I didn’t know what to do with all of it. So I thought it was best to give you some space, until I was better.”

You chuckled, “Is that why you taught yourself how to cook?”

“Stop, I was actually starving and had no choice.”

“And are you better now?”

“When I heard you were going on a date, do you want to know what I thought?”

“What?”

“I thought, I let her go again. I let you go a million times in college, and here I am, letting you go again.” 

When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I came over here tonight to show you that. I’m ready for whatever this is going to be, whatever this friendship evolves into. I spent too much time denying the truth, and I think you have too.” 

There were not enough words to describe how you were feeling, so you leaned in to kiss your best friend. JJ held your face with such gentleness, you wondered if this was all in your imagination. 

Eventually, you pulled away. “I’m done lying, to myself and to each other. This is real, yes?” you asked.

“Yes, I love you, really.”

“I love you too, Maybank.” 

You leaned in for a second time, but not before you heard the familiar cries of Margo in the other room. 

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled with that boyish grin of his that you loved so much. That you have always loved. 

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for dad!jj— jj and the reader are in an argument and little maybank hears her parents yelling at each other saying hurtful things and she gets scared? yk yesterday she watched her parents with loving eyes as they laughed together, kissed, tucked her in bed, etc.. and now they’re acting as if they hate each other.

train wreck

pairing(s): dad!jj x mom!reader

warnings: yelling, hurtful words, teen parents

summary: while you and jj are in a heated argument, your daughter unfortunately catches a glimpse of it.

authors note: thank you for the request baby! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“yeah? well maybe if you weren’t running away every other goddamn day, i wouldn’t need to ask my parents for help!” you shouted at him.

“i have shit to do!” he shouted back. “don’t you dare make it seem like i don’t fuckin’ care for you or our daughter.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “if you care so much, why are you never here?!”

“jesus christ, did you not listen to a single word i just said? i. have shit. to do!” he screamed, slamming his hand down on the table.

you knew he’d never hit you. he’d never even think about hurting you. yet the action was enough to make you jump. and that was when the both of you heard it.

the small whimper that you two had become so familiar with.

your heads immediately turned to the doorway where your toddler stood frozen, her bottom lip quivering and her eyes glossy as if she was about to cry. all the noise must’ve woken her from her nap with her messy hair and disheveled pjs. “what’s going on?” she asked, voice trembling.

you just wanted to cry knowing that your daughter had seen the monster inside the two of you. you quickly dropped any ounce of anger and frustration and rushed over to her. “hi baby,” you said softly, picking her up from under her arms. “we’re just talking.” you carried her out of the kitchen where the fight took place and into her room. “sometimes, me and daddy don’t always like the same things. we just have to talk about it to make it better.”

“are you okay, mommy?” she asked softly.

you nodded with a smile and brushed some of the short hair from her face. “i’m okay honey.”

“is daddy okay?” she questioned.

“mhm,” you said. “we’re okay. we just had a little disagreement.”

she leaned into your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck. “you guys were happy yesterday.”

you kissed her cheek softly and sat down on the bed with her. “i know. we’re gonna be okay. i promise.”

she crawled out of your hold and under her sheets with a big cheesy grin on her face. “go talk to daddy. i don’t like when you guys are sad.”

you chuckled and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “okay baby. you ready to go back to bed then?”

she nodded quickly. “night mommy. i love you.”

“i love you too,” you said, tucking her in and shutting her lamp off.

you headed out into the kitchen, rubbing your temples and groaning. “is she okay?” jj asked, standing up from his seat as soon as you entered the room.

“shes fine,” you replied tiredly. you hated fighting with him. it was hurtful and mentally exhausting.

he headed towards you, pulling your hands from your face and wrapping his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry, my love. i don’t wanna put anymore stress on you and i swear to be better. i just get overwhelmed with the whole having a kid at 19, you know? i’m sure you do too and its unfair of me to just leave all the responsibility on you whenever i feel like it. and i’m really, really sorry for yelling at you like that.” he apologized, his pretty blue eyes gazing into yours. “i just want to be here for you, sweetheart. for you and our daughter.”

you leaned into his firm chest, wrapping your arms around him and taking a deep breath. “it’s okay, j. i get it. but at the same time, this really has to stop.”

“and it will. i promise you it will,” he said, leaning back slightly and using his hand to tilt up your chin toward him. “i’m going to be here for the both of you until the end of time. i’m done running. you two are my entire world.”

you smiled tiredly and stood up on your toes to kiss his soft lips. “i love you jj.”

“i love you more, angel.”

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[moremaybank]

Can I request pls where JJ is raging, his friends try to calm him down but having no such luck. They don’t know that he has a girlfriend, you come by John B’s chateau to see his tantrum he is having in-front of his friends. Immediately you walk up, hugging him, everyone is confused and asking questions after you calmed the JJ maybank down. After the reader treats him with sex.. because he calmed down. Thank you so much, your writing is amazing!! ❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉 would love to chat and support you x

SAFE HAVEN — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary jj has an outburst at the chateau after a long and trying day, and you, his secret girlfriend, come to quell his rage.

warnings 18+, mentions of abuse (fuck luke maybank fr), mentions of bruises, violence, jj smashing beer bottles with a baseball bat, kicking his dirt bike, getting into a fight with john b (even though i wrote this i still feel bad for jb cus he was just trying to help LMAO), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, don't be like every single fic i write💀)

author's note thank you for the love, babe! i hope this lives up to your expectations 🤍

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from the moment jj had reached the chateau, the pogues knew something was wrong. he practically threw his bag onto the floor when he walked in, slammed both doors (once upon entry, the other when he made his way into the backyard), and instead of ranting about his day, all he did was grumble things incoherently to himself — angrily so.

it wasn't long before the group heard the loud crashes of glass shattering onto the ground. they walked outside to find jj taking an old baseball bat to the copious empty beer bottles littered all over the outside of the chateau. with each swing of the bat, the group flinched as they tried to avoid getting cut by the glass.

"jj! stop! what the hell is going on?!" pope yelled over the loud crashing noises. but it was no use. jj was far past angry, his actions being enough to show for it.

then, jj moved on to kicking at his dirt bike. the bike fell onto the ground with a loud clatter, but jj's efforts didn't falter. "f-fucking. piece of shit. bike." he yelled, the words being punctuated with each punt of his foot. he kicked and kicked at it with enough force that it could end up injuring him.

"someone should go and stop him before he gets hurt. he's gonna break his ankle or something," said kiara, a look of panic on her face as she all but watched steam coming out of jj's ears. "something's seriously wrong, i've never seen him like this."

"i have, but it's only ever been because of..."

pope and kiara looked over at john b as he trailed off and took note of the panicked look washing over his features.

"because of what?" kie asked.

john b sighed, "any time he gets like this, it's because of luke."

"oh shit," pope replied, his eyes going back to jj as he grunted violently. "we gotta talk to him."

"i got it," john b said, his hand squeezing pope's shoulder firmly in reassurance before he began to make his way toward the furious blonde.

once he reached his best friend, he called out his name numerous times. "jj! jj! hey! calm down," he said, his hands finding jj's body as jj calmed down slightly. jj's chest heaved as he slowly came to a stop, a hand coming up to move some hair from his eyes. "j, talk to me," john b pleaded.

"get off me, man," jj gruffed, shrugging john b's hands off of him.

"what is it? is it your dad? is that it? is it luke?"

with that, jj snapped. he spun around, grasping the collar of john b's shirt and using it to slam him against one of the trees around them. "don't fucking talk about things you don't know, jb," he gritted through his teeth.

"so this is what you're doing now? you're turning to violence just like him? dude, you're better —"

before john b had the chance to finish what he was saying — which was that he knew jj was better than that — jj's strong fist collided with his face. blood began to trail down john b's lips from his nose, but this didn't stop jj from trying to cave john b's face in.

all jj could hear was white noise as he took his anger out on his best friend. he failed to register pope and kiara calling after him, trying to get him to stop. he didn't feel their hands wrapping around him in a desperate attempt to yank him off of john b, or john b trying to push him off. he was locked in a fit of rage.

until he heard your voice, that was.

"jj? what the hell is going on?"

his breath hitched, and he looked over his shoulder to find you looking at him with a concerned look on your face. he released john b and finally got off of him. his eyes found yours and he dropped to his knees. it wasn't long before body-racking sobs jerked through his body. tears were streaming down his face as he just sat there, exhausted from all the energy he exerted during his outburst. his hands came up to drag over his face upwards and into his hair. he tugged on the strands as he let his emotions take over.

"hey, hey, hey," you cooed, your legs moving quickly over to him as you crouched down in front of him. you cupped his face, your thumbs wiping over his cheeks softly to remove the tear stains. "talk to me, baby. what's wrong?"

"i—" he stuttered, his whimpering making it difficult for him to breathe. his throat was raw from the screaming and grunted, and it was bordering on painful. "i— i just—"

"it's okay," you assured him, stroking his hair. "come here."

you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a much-needed hug. jj buried his face into your neck, and you could feel the tears staining the collar of your shirt as he let himself drown in his pent-up frustration. you rubbed his back in comfort, "it's okay, my love. let it out."

the group of pogues watched the two of you in utter shock and confusion.

"who is that?" pope questioned.

kiara looked back over at you, "is that — isn't that y/n? sarah's friend? are they, like, together?"

"hey, guys?" john b piped in, "i'm still undergoing massive blood loss over here."

"oh, right," pope said as he and kiara crouched back down to inspect john b's caved-in face and allowed you and jj to have your moment.

jj was still crying, his body jerking as he clutched onto you. you held him tighter, "that's it, baby. i'm right here. i'm not going anywhere. just let it all go."

once jj calmed down, the group approached you both gingerly. you turned your head to look at them, giving them an uneasy smile.

"oh, uh, hey guys. i'm y/n," you formally introduced yourself. "i'm...jj's—"

"she's my girlfriend," jj interjected. "we've been dating for a few months now."

the three pogues looked gobsmacked but mostly confused as they gawked at the two of you. to be honest, even in jj's emotional state, the looks on their faces were priceless. he almost wanted to whip his phone out and take a picture.

"wait. you're telling me jj is dating a kook? am i hallucinating?" kiara questioned.

"haha. very funny," jj spoke sarcastically.

"how did this even happen?" asked john b, his hand holding his sore face. "i mean, let's be real. this guy? with a girlfriend? i don't see it."

"you're literally looking at it right now, dude," jj frowned. "but, uh, i'm sorry, man. i shouldn't have hit you. i wasn't thinking," he said, making his way over to his best friend and patting his shoulder. "got you pretty good, though, didn't i?"

"that's because i wasn't trying," john b smirked. "but seriously, i'm glad you're okay. and you obviously have good taste in women. y/n seems pretty special."

jj smiled, looking back over to you as he blushed, "yeah. she is."

-

after some time, kiara, john b and pope had all left and headed to pope's house so they could tend to john b's cuts and bruises, as well as to give you two some time alone.

you and jj eventually made your way to his guest room in the chateau, and you were now lying together. his head rested on your chest as you toyed with his locks and rubbed your palms over his clothed skin calmly.

"thank you for coming to find me," jj whispered.

"hey," you spoke, guiding his head gently to make him look up at you. "i will always come and find you."

he gave you the biggest smile he could manage — which wasn't large by any means — but you could tell from the look in his eyes how much your words meant to him. how much you meant to him.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you asked. the last thing you wanted to do was pressure him, but you also wanted to make sure that he knew he could tell you anything without the fear of being judged. "you don't have to, but you can if you need to."

jj took a deep breath, shuffling his body upward to level your gaze. "i'm just tired of luke pushing me around. i just, i wish he could just love me. be a normal parent that cares, y'know?"

you gave him a look of understanding with a nod, turning onto your side to face him. "i'm sorry i can't help you more than this. you deserve so much more than this, j. i wish i could give it to you."

"you've already given me everything i need," he said, grabbing onto your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "i love you."

you couldn't help but break out into a smile, "i love you too." your hand found the back of his neck as you pulled his lips against yours.

the two of you kissed sweetly, jj's hand threading through your hair as he tugged you closer. the kiss deepened, creating the opportunity for something more, and soon, you found yourself absentmindedly crawling onto his lap as he perched himself against the headboard. before things could go any further, you pulled away, "wait."

"what's wrong?" jj asked, smoothing your hair away from your face.

you sighed, "you've been through a lot today, and i don't want to take advantage of that. i just want to make sure you're okay."

"i'm fine, princess," he said. he noticed the suspicious look on your face, and he chuckled softly. "i promise."

when you still weren't convinced, jj pulled you in for another kiss. a much softer one than before, gentle enough to let you know he was good without having to use his words. pulling away, he spoke once more with a tender plead.

"make love to me, baby," he whispered, "please."

you smiled bashfully. how could you say no to that? you couldn't.

"c'mere, handsome." you grabbed his face into your hands once more, pulling him into a passionate kiss. every brush of your lips against his was a silent i love you. a hushed reminder that every part of him was cherished by you, perfect or imperfect.

either way, though, to you, he was flawless. and you were going to take the time to make him believe that.

as the kisses escalated, your hands slid down the t-shirt that lay atop his chest and torso. the tips of your fingers felt the clothed dips of his abs as they made their way down to the hem. you tugged gently at it, waiting for his permission to take it off. jj pulled away, nodding quietly as he sat up from his place against the headboard. he shrugged the shirt off and shied away from your gaze. before you could ask him what was bothering him, your eyes landed on the purple-toned bruises scattered over his bare frame.

you looked back up at him, noticing the look washing over his features. you could see that he was ashamed, could tell he wanted to hide. it wasn't fair. he shouldn't have to feel the way luke made him feel, as if he was broken and unlovable. not when he deserved every ounce of love that existed on earth and more.

you trailed your fingers over the contusions that painted his torso with a feather-light touch, careful not to cause him any more pain, as you planted another gentle and quick kiss on his lips. pulling away, you started to scoot backwards as you trailed your light kisses down his neck, his collarbone and chest. when you reached the splotches on his skin, you kissed each of them, letting jj know that there was no reason to be embarrassed. your main goal was to shower him in the affection he craved so deeply.

when you were finished, his fingers threaded through your locks once more, and he brought your face to his so he could kiss you in thanks. you rid yourself of your shirt and your bra. jj's hands found purchase at your breasts, kneading them and watching your nipples harden. he ducked his head, bringing one of your perked-up nipples into his mouth. he sucked at it while his fingers recreated the same motion with his fingers on your other breast. you instantly arched into his touch, the feeling of his warm hands on you making you shiver. his teeth nibbled lightly on your nipple before he moved on to the other one, doing the same. you rolled your hips against the bulge confined in his shorts, pleading for more without using your words. jj got the message loud and clear.

"you want me to take these off?" jj asked, motioning toward his shorts. you nodded and moved off of his lap so you could help him remove the remaining articles of his clothing. he undid the button and zipper of his shorts, pulling them down with his boxers before tossing them aside. his cock sprang free, and he watched as your eyes landed on it.

"can i suck your cock, baby?" you asked, your doe eyes peering up at him as you waited for him to grant you permission.

"please, baby."

your hand circled him, and you spat onto his length, letting your tongue circle his tip to lube it up. your spit glided down his length, and you brought him into your velvety mouth, letting your warmth surround the place he yearned for you most.

jj watched as you brought his cock all the way to the back of your throat, and he practically drooled at the sight. you bobbed your head around him, each stroke of your lips squeezing him tighter and tighter.

"shit, baby. just like that. take me all the way," he groaned as you deep-throated him again. your tongue slithered against his shaft continuously, pulling the noises that you loved so much to fall from jj's lips. each lap and suck drew the stress he'd been feeling right out of his cock, and he could feel himself sinking further into the mattress below him.

your actions didn't waver as he started to lose control of his movements. his hips sputtered upwards as he writhed around on the bed, letting incoherent mumblings tumble out of his mouth.

"oh, fuck, pretty girl. shit. please don't stop, please," he pleaded, his hands grasping the sheets around him tightly and causing his knuckles to go white. "s-shit. don't stop."

you obeyed his pleading command, sucking and lapping at him with a suction-like grip. you let his cock nudge the back of your throat once more, and when he felt your throat squeeze around him, he erupted inside of you. his cum shot out and down your throat, and you swallowed around him. this had him seeing stars as he let his entire body drown in his release.

"fuck," he gasped, trying to get a hold of his bearings. "you trying to kill me, baby? shit," he spoke through his panting.

"just want to make you feel better, j," you said.

"i do. get over here," he said, yanking you up to straddle his lap again. you walked over to him on your knees, hovering right above his cock. jj braced one hand on your hip, and the other gripped his cock as he jerked it a few times, getting himself ready for you. "you good to go?"

"yeah," you exhaled, your hands finding their place on his shoulders. you felt his tip nudge your entrance, and you allowed yourself to sink down onto it. you and jj both let out simultaneous gasps once he was buried inside of you balls-deep.

you started to roll your hips, feeling his cock massaging your walls. it was like scratching a long-awaited itch as you felt him fill you up over and over. jj's hands found your hips, guiding your movements. his own hips matched each of your movements, and with every thrust, you both could hear the erotic noise of your jj pounding into your arousal. you were so wet, you were dripping, shamefully so, as you both quickened your movements.

"fuck, j. you feel so fucking good, love your cock so much," you whined, feeling him stroking against your g-spot. you noticed that compared to your normal endeavours, jj's actions were pretty tame. you wanted to make sure he got whatever he needed out of this, so your hands slid up to the sides of his neck, your thumbs stroking along his jawline. his eyes found yours.

"do me a favour, j?"

"anything, baby. anything," he breathed, keeping his gaze on you to ensure you knew that he was sincere.

“let it go. give all your pain to me. let me have it. i’ve got you, i promise,” you begged. it was a genuine promise, you knew that, and you hoped he did too.

jj began to pound up into you, his movements transitioning from slightly rough to borderline merciless. you squealed each time you felt the tip of him rut against your cervix.

"i love you, princess. fuck, love you so much," he grunted, his fingers squeezing your hips with so much force that you were sure he'd leave behind bruises. you couldn't bring yourself to care, though. you wanted him to let go and use you in whatever way he needed.

"i'm close, baby. right there, please," you begged, leaning your forehead against his as you felt your peak growing closer and closer. each bounce of your body against his caused your clit to rub against his pelvis, and it only spurred you on further.

"yeah? like that, pretty girl?" he questioned, keeping his pace up while he brought one hand to cup your face.

"mhm," you hummed, biting your lip as the pleasure took over your features. you connected your lips with his, kissing him intensely as you both started to climax. with each kiss, you swallowed each other's moans as your tongues collided passionately. the heat spread like a wildfire throughout the entirety of both your bodies, unable to be put out easily as neither of your actions faltered. not until you were finished riding out your highs.

once you caught your breath, you opened your eyes to look at your boyfriend, "how you feeling, baby? better?"

he smiled, pulling you in for another soft kiss. "much, baby. thank you. not just for this but for everything. i'm so goddamn lucky to have you."

you stroked his hair with a hazy grin, smoothing it away from his damp forehead so you could press a kiss on it.

"i'm the lucky one."

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SEVEN - 004

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[2.9k] based on 1x04.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mild violence, detainment

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A/N‧₊˚ The shortest and most boooooring chapter to date but it's for a reason :(. And to make up for it (and the late post). I'll post chapter 5 much earlier than intended (AND THAT'S THE MIDSUMMERS CHAPTER WOOO).

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AND WITHIN MINUTES ALL THAT HOPE DIED. There was no gold. Just a shipwreck. The drone passed over the entire thing three times and nothing. The metal detector didn’t make a single sound.

“Just pull the damn thing up.” John B said, frustrated. “Somebody beat us to it.” 

“Or it was never there.” JJ muttered, steering the boat back in the direction you’d come.

WAKING UP TO MARLEY LICKING YOUR FACE WASN’T AN UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE, you assumed it’d just felt so unfamiliar because of the fact that you hadn’t slept in your own bed the last few days since this whole gold rush started. You groaned, lightly pushing the dog away from you with your palm.

“I’m awake, Marls…” You groaned out sleepily, rolling off of your bed with a grunt as you hit the floor, your side still sore from the events of yesterday. The pain was mostly gone, all that remained being a tenderness and slight redness surrounding the area.

Rolling onto your back and sitting up, you pet the chipper animal as she snuggled up under you. “Jesus, your morning breath is worse than mine.” You said, face twisting. Reaching for your phone as you scratched the top of her head, you saw that it was close to noon, you sighed, getting up and walking downstairs to get your day started.

You were surprised to find your mother shifting through documents on the kitchen island when you got there, slowing in your steps. “Hey, mom…” You said, eyeing the woman as you opened the fridge to pull out the milk. She merely glanced up at you, before averting her eyes back down to the documents in front of her.

“Morning.” She muttered. You faced away from her, hearing the pen she was writing with hit the counter as you walked to the side and grabbed the cereal from the pantry. “Did you hear about Topper’s boat?”

You bit your lip, completely forgetting about that. Realizing you hadn't responded and stood frozen in place, you cleared your throat and continued making your breakfast. “No, what happened?” You asked, faking obliviousness and pouring the cereal into a bowl, now facing her again. She had the papers in her hands, reading glasses sitting low atop her nose as her eyes scanned the pages as she spoke.

“He and Mrs.Thornton found it sunken this morning. What a waste of money. I hear it was brand-new.”

“Yeah, well, it’s Topper.” You remembered, pouring the milk over the colorful pellets of food. “Him and his friends aren’t exactly known for being careful.” You muttered with disdain. 

“Speaking of caution,” The woman began, clasping her hands in front of her. “I had an interesting meeting with Sheriff Peterkin and Shoupe. They said John B was being chased through town by some dangerous men earlier in the week and he apparently ran from his social worker when she went to pick him up this morning. Do you know what’s going on with him?”

“I don’t know, Mom, maybe the fact that his dad went missing and DCS has been trying to drop him into the system ever since?”

All she could do was sigh. “John B’s father is gone. It’s been almost a year. He needs to accept that and move on.”

“...He needs to just accept the fact that his dad is gone? Do you hear yourself, right now?”

“Listen, I don’t have the energy to argue with you, right now. If you see him or know where he is, it’d be very much appreciated if you could tell Shoupe or Peterkin so they can alert his social worker-”

You scoffed, looking your mother in her eyes. “I'm not doing that. You're crazy if you think I'm going to help you and your cop friends put one of my best friends into foster care-”

“Excuse me?” Your mother was baffled at your tone. But it seemed like everytime you came home recently, on the rare occasion that you did, she always had questions. Scratch questions, accusations. And in your mind, either she knew something or she just wanted reasons to be on your ass. “I don't know what's gotten into you recently. If your father could see you now-”

“No, mom,” You cut her off shortly. “If only he could see you.” You spat, making your way back up the stairs, bowl of cereal in hand, slamming the door behind you.

“AREN’T YOU GLAD I MADE YOU COME?” Kie asked cheerfully, carrying a cooler full of snacks and drinks while you laid out a blanket on top of the grass, JJ and Pope unfolding lawn chairs to sit in. Kie had rounded you all up to see a movie in the park with her. You’d already informed them of the reason for John B’s absence, seeing as this isn’t his first marathon from DCS. If he got away successfully, per usual, you all would be seeing him by tomorrow.

“My couch was pretty comfy, I’ll be honest.” JJ replied. While Kiara was preoccupied, Pope whispered to JJ, but you could still hear them.

“We are in enemy territory. Way out of the green zone, man.” He was visibly anxious, eyes fleeting all across the crowd of people that littered the lawn. 

“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ tried to calm him.

“We are in the middle of Kooklandia.” He hissed. “This is the last place I wanted to be.” He ranted, the two boys not even noticing when Kiara got up to go get drinks.

“Shut up. Both of you.” You reprimanded, sternly. “God, you have the worst poker faces I’ve ever seen.”

“They could be lurking in the bushes right now, we don’t know.” Pope tried to make you understand.

“Dude, just chill out.” JJ said. Just then, Kie had come back, four cans of soda in her arms that she distributed evenly amongst the group of you.

“Just saw Rafe,” The name alone sends a small wave of chills down your spine. “He said to ‘tell your girl that we know what she and your boy did’. What does that mean?” Her eyes fleeted towards you for the most part. 

“Where is he?” You questioned without hesitation.

“Right there,” She motioned behind her, prompting you to whip your head around to where Topper, Rafe, and Kelce stood menacingly by a tree, sipping on beers. Even from that distance, you could tell he was staring dead at you. It brought back so many unwanted feelings and memories, so badly it made your head hurt.

“Great, the whole death squad.” Pope’s voice cracked. 

“Hey,” Kiara’s voice called from beside you, just loud enough for only you to hear. You turned back to face her. “What’s going on? Is he still bothering you? Is it about what happened-”

“No, it’s not.” You were quick to cut her off in case the guys were listening. “It’s not about that.” You said sternly, tuning back into JJ and Pope’s conversation.

“If they corner me, I’m comin’ out swingin. I’m on edge right now.” JJ spoke seriously. “If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He assured, holding up his backpack that looked mostly empty but oddly heavy.

“JJ, please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids!” Kie started, being oddly loud for not wanting people to know that JJ may or may not have brought a gun.

“I didn’t bring the gun, Kiara. Everything’s fine.” He tried to calm her. 

“That’s really convincing.” She said, voice full of sarcasm. “...What happened? What did you guys do?” She asked, eyes going back and forth between the three of you that remained quiet. “Founding principle, no secrets among pogues. What is Rafe talking about?”

“Kie,” Pope started, voice low. “It might go down tonight.” 

YOU ALL WERE A GOOD WAY INTO THE MOVIE AT THIS POINT, the sun had gone down and the air had cooled. The only sounds filling your ears were the movie playing and crickets in the trees. You were sitting in between JJ’s legs, using the base of his lawn chair as a backrest to ease the pain on your side from trying to keep yourself up. You’d heard him and Pope whispering but paid no mind until the blonde was tapping your shoulder, signaling that he was getting up.

“Where are you guys going?” You questioned, looking up at him and adjusting the chair from where it had slipped behind you once he got up.

“We gotta wring it out.”

“Together?” Kie asked.

“It’s bro code. Bro’s who piss together…” He struggled to find a rhyme with the made-up honor code. “...stick together. We’ll be right back.” You watched as the pair of boys crouched, creeping through the crowd and over to a tree next to the projector screen. You questioned why they didn’t head to the actual bathrooms but quickly got your answer with a quick glance back, seeing Rafe and his goons blocking it.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Kie whispered.

You sighed, curling in on yourself slightly. “Trust me, it’s better if you don’t know.” The girl scoffed and shook her head. 

“Do the guys know? About what happened?”

“No. Why would they?”

“Do you ever plan on telling them?” You rolled your eyes, starting to get frustrated. 

“No, Kie, I don’t. I’d like to forget it ever happened, if that’s okay with you.” You snapped, silence falling over the two of you as the movie continued to play.

You assumed maybe a handful of minutes had gone by before you noticed the guys hadn’t come back yet and one weary glance behind you told you all you needed to know — Rafe, Kelce, and Topper were gone, too.

You immediately shook Kie’s arm, startling the poor girl.

“What? What is it?”

“We need to go. Now.” Was all you said before you got up, taking JJ’s bag with you as you and Kie swiftly walked in the direction the guys had gone earlier so as to not alarm any movie viewers. Coming around the back of the projector screen, you were met with a brutal scene in front of you — Kelce held JJ by his arms as Rafe delivered blow after blow to his face while Topper beat up Pope.

“Let go of him! Fascist asshole!” Kie yelled as she whacked Topper in the back over and over. You made a b-line for Rafe, throwing JJ’s bag down and jumping onto the boy’s back, wounding your arms around his neck, allowing JJ an open opportunity to push Kelce off of him.

“Leave him alone, Rafe!” You screeched.

“You don’t wanna do this, sunshine!” He yelled back, throwing you off of his back and onto the grass. Just like yesterday, you were on your back as he stared down at you, breathing heavily. “I’m being nice. Only ‘cause you’re my favorite.” He smirked, huffing with blood in the corner of his lip before turning back to JJ. 

You rolled on your side in the grass to see Topper choking out Pope only after having seen him throw Kiara to the ground. JJ had Rafe handled. You reached for JJ’s bag that had been abandoned, flipping it open to reveal the gun and a lighter. Your eyes went back and forth between the gun and Topper, who had Pope in a deadly chokehold at this point.

You wanted to do it, so bad.

But a gun to a Kook's head was what caused all of this in the first place, so you dismissed the thought, kicking the lighter over to Kie, the object hitting the sole of her shoe.

The girl looked down at the lighter and then at you, you motioned towards the projector screen and she caught on quickly. It wasn’t long before the projector screen was going up in flames, scaring the movie guests and breaking up the fight, spooking the guys. Topper released Pope as JJ pushed Kelce back once more, Rafe stood off in the middle of the four guys, staring directly at you as you got up.

When he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, he gathered up Topper and Kelce and fled the scene. Kie helped Pope up as you turned your attention to JJ. He was fixing his clothes but you didn’t miss the scars on his cheek and bottom lip.

“Are you okay?” You asked frantically, eyes roaming his entire face for any more cuts.

“Fine, I’m fine.” He calmed you as you laid a hand on his shoulder before trailing it up to the back of his neck, but he looked like he wanted to say something. Like he was thinking extremely hard.

“C’mon, let’s go.” You urged the rest of your group, leaving before the fire department and cops inevitably made their appearance.

“I JUST ACTED OFF INSTINCT, MAN. I WAS A CORNERED ANIMAL.” Pope told JJ as he restocked some items on the shelves inside of Heyward’s. It was the next morning but you were all still on edge about the fight last night. It was clear now that Topper knew Pope and yourself were the ones who sank his boat and you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Don’t feel bad, dude. It was three of them and two of us.” JJ tried to remedy it. “That’s some typical Kook shit right there.”

“Hell yeah.” Kie agreed. 

“Hey Pope,” Heyward’s voice rang out in the small crab-shack, towel slung over the older man’s shoulder. “There’s someone here to see you.” He motioned behind him, Deputy Shoupe making his appearance.

Pope’s posture immediately straightened, his eyes going wide as the shop went silent with Shoupe’s arrival. “Evening, officer.” He barely got out. Shoupe’s eyes went between you and Pope before replying.

“You’re both here. Great.” He said, reaching into his holster. “I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property. For both of you.” 

“Woah, woah, woah…” Heyward was stunned as he stood back and watched the scene play out in front of him.

“Keep your hands on the counter where I can see ‘em.” Shoupe handcuffed Pope first, the boy putting up no fight in his daze. He looked like he’d faint any moment.

“Shoupe, what’d they do?!” Heyward tried again.

“Look at the warrant.” Was all the deputy offered in response, remaining stoic. Once Pope was secure, he moved onto you, looking you in the eyes somewhat pitifully before beckoning for you to turn around and put your hands behind your back. Heyward, Kiara, and JJ were causing commotion, talking over one another as he secured you in handcuffs.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” He continued but you could barely hear him as he single-handedly guided both you and Pope out of Heyward’s Seafood. Pope’s father, JJ, and Kie follow close behind.

“Shoupe, it was just me.” You tried, craning your neck to look at the officer. “Pope didn’t do anything.”

“Nice try, kiddo. But there were two people on that boat, caught it on camera. And your face is as clear as day.” He dismissed you.

“It was me!” JJ yelled, causing Shoupe to stop in his tracks. The three of you turned around to look at the blonde. “...Pope tried to talk us out of it. But Y/N and I were just too mad because they’d just been beaten up. I was so sick of those Figure Eight assholes." He spoke convincingly, eyes landing on Pope's ashamed figure. "I can’t let you take the blame for something I did.” JJ was now right in front of Pope, looking the boy dead in his eyes. “You’ve got too much to lose.”

“JJ, what’re you doing?” Pope said hushed but still aggressive.

“I’m telling the truth, for once in my damn life.” He said without much hesitation at all. “I took his old man’s boat, too.”

“What the hell…” Heyward looked crazily at the blonde boy.

“He’s a good kid.” JJ told Shoupe. “...You know where I’m from.” Shoupe nodded lightly, agreeing with the statement before his attention was on you and Pope.

“That the whole truth, Pope?” Shoupe inquired, cocking an unbelievable eyebrow.

He seemed to ponder on it before gulping heavily and nodding his head shakily, looking at JJ one last time. “Yeah…that," He huffed. "That covers it.” 

YOU’D NEVER SEEN THE INSIDE OF A JAIL CELL, not that you ever planned on it. It was suffocating. The walls, the color of the walls, the dingy bars, the stale air. You felt like a caged animal, an unwelcome chill making the experience that much more unbearable.

You and JJ sat across from one another — on the floor, legs bent underneath with your heads thrown back.

“Why’d you do it?” You questioned, your voice echoing out within the cell. "Take the fall, I mean..."

“I couldn’t let Pope go down for it.” His raspy voice replied. “I would’ve taken the fall for you both. But I heard Shoupe, they had footage of two people and your face was ‘as clear as day’.” He mocked the older man’s southern twang.

The action made you chuckle, craning your head down to look at him, not aware that he was already looking at you.

You sighed, shaking your head and running fingers through the base of your hair. “I should’ve never suggested it in the first place. I knew it was a stupid idea, I just wasn’t in the right headspace…”

“Because of Rafe?” The question made your heart stop, eyes jumping up to his before fleeting to the ground. “It’s not hard to notice. He clearly knows you, knows you. But I just…can’t put the pieces together. What happened between you two?”

You looked down at your hands that were now wound around your knees, your fingers fiddling with each other. “A lot of things happened, when I first moved to Figure Eight and fell in with Kiara and I’s old friend group. Let’s just... leave it at that.”

The blonde was looking at you like he wanted to press for more information and you knew one day he would, and with the way recent events have played out? That day might come sooner than you were comfortable with. But for right now, you just couldn’t wait until you got out of this cell. Somehow.

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She Loved You (extended)

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 721

Warnings:none

A/n: part two you’ve all been waiting for; side note @softboystarkey i saw ur user on the list and fangirled, ily

The moment John B had seen the familiar scrawl on the outside of a large manilla envelope, he called everyone over to read it. So here the group sat, sitting on the deck as JB pulled the papers out. 

“JJ this one’s specifically for you.” He started to hand it to the boy, but he was cut off.

“No, read it aloud. I won’t be able to get through it.”

So that’s what John B did. He started to narrate his best friend’s words. 

J, 

I really truly hope this letter gets to you. I didn’t want to put a return address on the envelope because I still can’t come home. I do, though, have something very important to tell you. 

For starters, I am safe. I have a roof over my head, a job, and maybe just one friend. I hope you and our gang of bandits are doing alright. I hope JB has forgiven me, because I fucking miss my older brother. It’s taking me longer to detach from you than I thought it would, mostly because you were my whole world. But also because I couldn’t stay away from the ocean. You and the sea are slowly becoming two separate entities, even if I see your eyes every time I look out my bedroom window. 

I hope you found happiness. I hope you are with Kie, giving her all the smiles, hugs and affection that only you could muster. If not her, I hope someone is receiving all the love you have to give. In our time growing up, the two of us have seen many marriages fail (I mean we were both raised by single fathers), and many survive. Miserably survive. That was also why I left. I didn’t want us to end up like either. 

The day you told me how you felt about Kiara had been one of the worst days of my life, and hearing you tell me you wanted another girl wasn’t even the worst thing. About two hours before I met you at the bluffs I took a test. And it was positive. Your pull out game fucking sucks. But so does my ability to take birth control apparently. 

John B stopped reading, as Sarah uttered a “shut the fuck up,” and JJ was paling by the second.

I was terrified, then over the moon, then shattered. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay with me because I was pregnant, we’ve seen how that plays out time and time again. I thought about getting rid of it completely, then maybe adoption. Once I heard your confession later that day I knew I had to keep it, so I could have a little bit of you no matter what happened. 

What I’m trying to say is you have a daughter. She was born on October 17th, healthy and happy. Her name is Quincie, Quincie Jay. She’s so beautiful, JJ. She has your blonde hair, my dark eyes, and loves to test the limits. Quincie loves the water. And the beach. Especially the sand. 

I’m coming home soon. I never want to keep her from you, I just wanted to let your universe work itself out before she made an entrance (and boy was it grand). She needs her dad, her two uncles, her two aunts and she needs to learn how to be a cockroach like the rest of us. I want you in her life, she needs to experience love from a Maybank boy. I added a picture to the bottom of the envelope so you could see her. 

All my love, 

Y/n (& QJ)

John B shook the package and a 4x6 photo of both Y/n and Quincie fell out. Y/n had eyes so full of love for her daughter, they were shining so bright the group barely noticed her now darker hair, free of charms, thread and braids, or the lack of her freckles. Quincie Jay on the other hand, she was laughing, her mouth was open, and Y/n was right. She looked like JJ with her mother’s eyes. His girls looked so lovely. 

The group was frantic trying to take a peek at the baby girl in the photo. But all JJ could think about was that his girls were coming home. 

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𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff, f2? SONG INSPIRATION: just cant get enough by black eyed peas WORD COUNT: 868

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you never had much money. living as a pogue proved that, but you didn't care.

you didn't keep up with the latest cosmopolitan since you were out surfing instead.

getting dirty looks from kooks as they judged your worn-out tops to your ripped vans, but you had no shame about it. holding your head high as they whispered behind you.

from time to time you wondered how it'd be to live big and fancy, but wouldn't trade what you had with your friends for anything else.

from the lazy hangouts at the chateau to the risky adventures, the bond that pogues had was unmatched. they were your family.

so when you started your new job working at the kooks country club you wanted to show your gratitude and bought each of them small gifts.

a golden turtle broch for kiera, an expensive pair of trainers for pope, and so on and so forth.

everyone was hyped about their gifts, you received many hugs and thanks but not jj. he sat on the sofa, rolling the black marble ring that you had gotten for him between his fingers.

an appreciative smile displayed on your lips, standing up and walking over to you, interrupting the conversation that you were having with sarah. giving you a knowing nod, she sat on john b's lap across the room, her arm around his neck, his hand on her waist.

"is everything okay?" concerned as jj sat beside you, his knee knocking into your own whilst doing so.

"i cant accept this." that made you frown and your brow furrow.

"of course you can, i wanted to spoil you a little. it's well overdue from all of the times that you've either paid for my food or i've stolen yours." playfully nudging his arm with yours, jj still didn't look convinced.

"you deserve this. as much as you're talking yourself out of it, it's true. its about time you got some well-deserved appreciation." you persisted, nudging the ring gently back to his chest.

still looks doubtful you made a promise.

"okay fine if you take this, this one time, no more expensive presents. only because i have one to match." lifting your hand gesturing to your pinky, slipping his on, and wrapping his finger around your own.

"promise?"

"promise."

you stuck to what you said to jj, you hadn't bought him a single expensive item, maybe treated him to dinner from time only after arguing back and forth about it, it ending in him giving in.

you had also made it your life's goal to make him gifts, whether it be finding pretty shells on the beach or decorated notes of appreciation.

yeah, it might've been insignificant to anyone else, but you felt a sense of pride when you watched his face light up at the silly little homemade trinkets.

from then on it just became a random thing you did for him even if you didn't get the others anything.

both of you agreed for him to sleep at your house since his dad was not having a... particularly good day and obviously not wanting him to be at the receiving end of it, he crashed at yours. this happened often enough that your parents let him stay over as long as the door was open.

so now you stood over the stove, stirring the pasta that was bubbling for the mac and cheese that you were making. jj making it ten times harder as he started doing stuff to distract you like eating the pre-grated cheese.

your hand slapping his wrist as he yet again went to reach his fingers into the bowl.

"i swear to god if i have to tell you again jay!" he giggled and ran out of the kitchen as you grabbed the cloth off of the side, following not far behind him.

after a while of chasing each other around the house, you finally cornered him in the living room, trying to whip the material.

unfortunately for you, he managed to snatch it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body and falling onto the couch on top of you so you couldn't do anything.

"let go of me!" wriggling around to find a way out.

"why would i do that when i know what the outcome will be? hey im dumb but im not that dumb."

letting out a huff, you relaxed into his arms knowing there wouldn't be any way of getting him to budge. he overpowered you every time.

"ugh fuck you dude!"

"you wish sweetheart!" jj winked at you, it wasn't until then that you realized the position you two were in.

he laid on top of you, in between your legs. faces two inches apart. your mouth went dry, looking at him was an even bigger mistake because when his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes... you melted.

jj leaned in closer, your lips nearly touching when the smoke alarm goes off.

"shit the food!" you both dashed to the kitchen, turning off the fire, and making sure everything was fine. it was. laughing relieved.

you both wished deep down that the alarm had never gone off.

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[baestruly]

i’m crashing down, crash into me ━━ jj maybank

❝won’t stop until you’re safe.❞ 

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 )  jj maybank x fem!singlemom!reader

⤷ IN WHICH, after your ex rafe━━also the dad of your son, leo after an accidental pregnancy━━threatens you and your friends if you don’t let him see his son, you get too overwhelmed with everything that you break down. but jj is willing to do anything to help and protect you and leo.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - single parent, hurt comfort, fluff, mentions of threats, panic attacks, placed in s2 sometime after he framed john b and tried to drown sarah, they are 18, rafe is 20. you and jj aren’t dating yet but the type of friends that the whole friend group thinks is bullshit because of how stupid you guys are, i’m sorry i love dynamics like that especially in slow burn. 

a/n - i’m sorry to rafe lovers. this was for a fic i had planned, but scrapped so why not make some scenes that i wrote imagines. also send me requests bc currently i have none my heart is breaking. 

Nothing. There’s nothing in the world as you stood in this battered kitchen. Empty, and alone.

Gone. Nothing.

Then you’re pretty sure you hear your heart crack, because it stops, and everything comes crashing down. 

Whimpering as your lip quivers from the flow of tears streaming down your face━━this is the only sign that you know you’re really drowning.

Forgetting about your friends behind you, you have your back to them, hiding yourself in your hands. You have always had people there for you but you feel so alone━━as if you were the only person in the world, and you were the only person who could break yourself. 

“(Y/N)━━” JJ whispers softly. You’ve never heard his voice like that, he didn’t seem like the type. 

“I’m sorry━━I’m so sorry I━━no, I’m━━“

“No. No, (Y/N), you never apologize.” He shot back, concerned, before moving to face you as he held your arms in his hands. “You don’t apologize for this, alright?”

You could only shake your head. You couldn’t open your eyes and your hands were shaking. 

JJ knitted his eyebrows, running his hand up your arm to your shoulder swiftly before rubbing his thumb against your bare shoulder and pulling you into him. “C’mere.”

You sobbed harder into his chest as muffled cries for help tore through your whole body. “I'm a bad mom━━I can’t do this, I can’t━━”

You couldn’t fucking do this

You were so alone, nothing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck━━you were drowning.

You couldn’t, you couldn’t.

You couldn’t! 

Suddenly, JJ placed his hands on your shoulders━━backing you away from his chest so all you had left to do was stare at the ground in shame, trying to cover your red and glossy face from his view.

He placed his hands on each side of your head, lifting it as he forced you to look at him. “Yes, you can.”

You just kept shaking your head. You weren't listening or paying attention to what anyone was saying, you knew. No━━just no, you couldn’t.

He brought his face close to yours, looking into your eyes deeply, as if everything he could say could reach your brain. Your eyes scanned his face━━sadness pooling deep into those waves, just waiting to burst and form the waterfall. 

“You’re strong, (Y/N). The strongest person I know.” He brought your back to his chest, and he felt your tension ease as your shoulder sagged before wrapping your arms around him.

The only response he got was a choked sob.

“What have you always done, huh? What was the one thing you told me that you promised yourself when Leo was first born?”

“But, you don’t understand.” You whispered, your voice high with emotion. “He’s going to━━”

“I know, I know━━and we’re going to help you.” 

“But you can’t! Okay? You fucking can’t because my life, Leo’s, and maybe all of yours is on the line! I can’t deal with this shit━━”

JJ’s eyes suddenly widened. “What’d you mean?”

Surprised you  let all that anger take over yourself, you blinked as if they could take back all those words. Instead, you let out a sigh and wiped the tear falling down your face.

You could do this.

Just tell him, he trusts you, (Y/N).

“I know he’s his dad, and I never want to keep him away from him━━but he’s just not fit enough to be one━━Y’know? It’s just, like it’s just about the thought of being one, but where was he these past few years! I was just raising him alone, and he hadn’t tried to contact me or find me, nothing━━he didn’t give to shits!” You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. Your voice was cracking and you were afraid you were going to break down again. The smallest touch would affect you now. “And now━━now he’s threatening me, and you guys━━and my dad, my house━━” yep, there it was, the tears. “And I'm scared. I'm so scared, i'm so━━”

Your shaken voice stopped as JJ pulled you in for a hug again, and the one of a million barriers crashed down behind your eyes.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, or Leo. None of us will let that happen.”

“He knows stuff, JJ━━he knows about everything we’ve done and he’s going to use that against us.”

He continued rubbing your back, sending shivers down your spin as your stomach swelled with the oh too familiar feeling of butterflies. “Well we have something against him too, right?”

You knitted your eyebrows against his chest, before stepping back to look him in the eyes. “What?”

“Just give me a day, I’ll get it sorted out.” JJ squeezed your shoulder, and was about to head for the door until━━

“━━Hey! What are you going to do? That’s Leo’s dad, remember━━”

“I’m not going to hurt him, not too bad. Shit━━but I am gon’ make sure he doesn’t lay a finger on you, or Leo.”

With that, he spun on his heel and ran out the door, leaving you alone━━but you didn’t feel like you did before. JJ was there and so were your friends, you lost sight of that.

It only needed JJ to get you back up again, and to help you find the way when you were starting to get lost. Only this time, it hadn’t been too late.

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[echobx]

soulmates 4 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n has to face her ex and gets to know JJ better

warnings: smut thoughts, angst-ish, screaming, threatening, JJ being JJ, pranking, indication of smut

word count: 2.5k

author's note: this was fun to write and i hope you enjoy it

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“You must be JJ,” your mother's voice came to your ears, and you broke apart, not knowing how long you had just stood there kissing him.  “I'm very sorry,” he apologized, but she just brushed it off.  “Don't worry, my husband was way worse,” she laughed. “Still is,” she corrected herself, and you had the feeling that he had told her to say it. “I hope you like tacos,” she smiled at him.  “I really don't want to intrude,” JJ said, and you suddenly felt very insecure, no, he felt insecure.  “Nonsense, you're part of the family now,” your mom kept trying to pull him in, but he was too scared in a way.  “Mom,” you looked at her and shook your head.  “I mean, you don't have to, but you are always welcome, that's what I meant,” she spoke slowly while focusing on you. “I'm going to start cooking now,” she announced and turned to walk over into the kitchen.  ‘Thank you,’ JJ smiled at you.  ‘You don't have to stay, I know it's a lot,’ you admitted, but you couldn't shake the need of wanting to kiss him again, and he blushed a little over it.  You turned to walk towards your room, his hand fast in yours, but he was still unsure; not because he didn't want to, but because your parents were so different from any he had ever met. 

“This is my room,” you whispered as you walked inside. The small lavender colored room had just enough space for your bed, a desk, and the closet.  You watched him take it all in, his ring adorned fingers running over the pictures that you had standing on your desk before turning around to smile at you.  “Cozy,” he said sat down on your bed. JJ held out his arms, and you stepped over and in between his legs, his arms wrapped around you, his head leaning against your stomach as you let your hands run through his hair.  ‘I want to show you something, but it's not going to be pretty,’ he  thought, and you agreed to wanting to know anyway. ‘I trust you to not run away. I never told all of this to anyone,” he explained and you nodded.  ‘I don't like running,’ you tried to lighten the mood, and he chuckled against your belly.  The memories he showed you were painful to say the least, all of them were of his dad hurting him in more ways than you would have ever imagined, but then you watched him as he helped him leave. And the things he showed you changed. They got happier, no longer painful but just neutral in your eyes, but to him, they were the happiest memories he had with his dad; sharing beers, working on cars, teaching him how to ride a bike.  “JJ-” you hushed rather speechless over everything, but he wasn't done yet. He showed you how he had taught himself to surf, how he learned stealing and lying until he was better at it than you would've ever imagined anyone being. His first time meeting John B, and every single time the two of them had done something incredibly stupid and gotten away with it. He showed you his first kiss with a Touron and even his first time, with a girl way older than him. Then the rush of endorphins upon seeing you for the first time, but the very last thing he decided to show you was the very faint picture of a beautiful blonde woman. “That's my life,” he whispered and looked up at you. 

You were completely speechless, and if you knew how he had done it you would've shown him your life too, but you truly didn't know how.  “You don't have to show me,” he whispered and hugged you tighter. But you really wanted to, you felt like you owed it to him.  With your eyes screwed shut you tried to summon a particular memory, the one when your parents had explained the soulmate concept to you. You had been eleven at the time, with your first little crush and your parents had found it the right moment to tell you about love and about why they were so lucky to have each other, and you.  Then you thought about your first kiss and how horrible it had felt, until you slipped away again. It felt like you lost control of your mind, but your memories kept playing.  He found the first memory you had, playing in the mud with your old dog. He then moved on, skimming over a few, staying longer some other time until he found himself realizing how empty you had felt just two days before.  “I'm sorry,” he gasped and let go of you, not just physically, but mentally.  “How did you do that?” you asked, you didn't want to seem scared, but the fact that he had so easily taken over and controlled your whole being, was still scary.  “I don't know,” he said, and you knew it was the truth. 

“Bean!” your mom yelled, and you snapped around, she never yelled, she despised it, actually.  JJ shook his head as you wanted to leave your room, he placed himself in front of you and walked out.  “You know, it really doesn't make any sense, why him? Why did it have to be him of all people?” You could hear Kelce's voice coming from the living area.  “We don't have a say in it. You are a smart young man, you know that,” your mom spoke slowly, she was scared.  “Kelce, what are you doing?” JJ asked but didn't let you look past him.  “You stole my girlfriend,” he laughed hysterically.  “I didn't,” JJ said and lifted his hands. “She made the decision. I didn't tell her to do anything.”  “I really regret not finishing you off last year,” Kelce said and my mom gasped.  “She will never forgive you if you do this,” JJ breathed heavily, he tried not to show you how scared he was, but it didn't help much. ‘Go back into your room, please,’ he begged you, but you didn't listen to him, not even when you heard Kelce cock the gun he was apparently pointing at JJ. ‘I’m not leaving!’ “If I can't have her you can't have her either,” Kelce screamed. 

“Fine, but don't do this here. We can go outside,” JJ tried to convince him, but you couldn't tell if it worked or not.  ‘Remember what I showed you earlier? You just have to get behind him. No one will get hurt, trust me,’ JJ told you and stepped forward, walking towards the door and stepping outside as Kelce followed him, but as soon as you took a step forward he snapped around.  “Stay right there, I don't want to hurt you,” he said and pointed the gun back at JJ, but his eyes stayed fixed on you.  “You are hurting me already. You hurt me when you came in here and threatened my mom. You hurt me when you decided to not let me go. I know what you did to him, the pain you caused, how your hands closed around his neck, draining the air from my lungs,” you spoke quietly, tears falling down your cheeks.  “No,” he shook his head.  “I think it's worse that I know what it's like to kiss you dude,” JJ huffed and Kelce pressed the barrel of the gun into his back. You felt like hitting JJ over the head for his comment but then again Kelce was so overwhelmed with his anger that he didn't pay any attention to you anymore, but especially he hadn't looked into the direction of your mom a single time since starting to walk towards the door. He didn't even notice her sneaking up from behind him and hitting him over the head with a pan.  Kelce fell to the ground with a loud thud, and you jumped forward and kicked the gun from his hand. 

“See, worked like a charm,” JJ smirked and turned around.  “I'm calling the police,” your mom cried out, but JJ shook his head.  “Better idea,” he mumbled and checked the boy's pulse. “I don't think you want to be witnessing any of it though,” JJ mumbled and turned to your mom.  ‘Tell her to leave. She can take the gun to Shoupe, the Sheriff, just say you found it somewhere,’ JJ told you while pulling out his phone.  “Mom, you have to take the gun to the police station, I'll make sure that he's safe. Please, mom,” you told her and she nodded while eyeing JJ.  She got a plastic bag from a drawer in the kitchen, and you put the gun inside, without putting any fingerprints on it. Then she left, and you hoped that your dad wouldn't be back until you had taken care of Kelce. 

“What's the plan?” you asked JJ who turned around with a mischievous smile on his face.  “Do you really want to know?” he asked, and you raised your eyebrow at him.  ‘Pretending like I'm not going to find out either way. Now tell me what to do,’ you glared at him.  “You know, I'm very glad that you didn't- You know,” he mumbled and started checking Kelce’s pockets for his phone. “Bingo,” he exclaimed and pulled the phone out and unlocked it by holding it to the unconscious boy's face.  “What if I had? At least I didn't fuck my best friend and lie to her about my feelings,” you snapped at him.  “I didn't lie,” he whispered and kept emptying the boy's pockets, collecting everything on the kitchen island. “I just didn't know what love was. The same bullshit that caused this.” He gestured at the knocked out Kelce lying on the floor or your home.  Everything was so over the top and completely unbelievable that you couldn't help but laugh hysterically.  “Fuck!” you screamed because it was so surreal that you had never felt more alive than at that moment. “He's so bad at kissing,” you laughed and fell down next to him. 

“Good, he's still dressed, I don't like when you get ahead of yourself,” John B said, and you looked up at him.  “What are we doing?” you ask and John B and JJ shared a knowing glance.  “Let him out at the beach, but put his clothes in his car and drive it somewhere else,” John B explained quickly.  “I wonder,” you mumbled and tried to figure out if waking up naked or wearing lingerie was worse.  “That's evil,” JJ noted with a smirk. “Do you have one to spare?”  You nodded and got up, walking into your room where you picked out a Hello Kitty T-string and then walked back outside, presenting it to the two boys.  “Shit,” John B hissed before he burst out laughing. 

JJ pulled you into him and kissed you longingly. His tongue filled your mouth and teased you, making you crave for more while continuously telling you how much he loved you.  “I love you,” he whispered as you broke apart.  “Love you more,” you replied with a light giggle, showing him the idea of letting him eat you out as you pulled on his hair. His eyes widened and he gulped.  “We should really get to work,” he pressed out, and you stepped away, putting all of Kelce's belongings into a bag, without stopping your little daydream.  “JJ, concentrate!” John B yelled at him, and you had to giggle. The boy's eyes fell on you, and he gave you a sharp look. “We have to be done before he wakes up. Whatever you are doing, please stop.”  ‘Don’t stop,’ JJ begged, but you knew you had to. He wasn't strong enough to concentrate on what you had to do while your mind showed him so many things he dreamed of doing to you.  “I think the problem isn't what I'm thinking about, just that, he can't do two things at once,” you giggled and smiled at John B.  ‘Why are you so mean to me?’ JJ complained to you. 

You let your head play your favorite song as John B drove you in the Twinkie towards the Boneyard. The three of you had debated whether Maze wouldn't be a better idea, but you didn't want to risk any kids being flashed in the morning when they came to surf.  You laid him down on the dry sand, far enough from the sea to make sure he wouldn't run the risk of drowning. Then you helped JJ strip Kelce and put the very tiny underwear on him.  “I didn't think it would be that small,” you wondered while taking the picture and posting it on Kelce's Instagram account with the title “I'm a pretty little girl.”  “I'm so glad that I'm not on your bad side, princess,” JJ mused and kissed your cheek as he watched you hit post. 

“You guys are diabolical,” John B laughed as he looked at his phone.  “Oh, the best part is that no one can prove that it was us,” you smiled at him.  “We just have to park his car somewhere conceivable,” JJ mumbled.  “Like his favorite bar?” you asked and he nodded.  “Remind me to never cross you,” John B laughed and stopped at your home.  “I should take care of the car,” JJ said while getting out.  “No, your fingerprints would be too obvious. Mine won't even be noticed,” you said and pulled the keys out of your pocket. “Besides, me dropping off the car will also not raise that much suspicion if anyone sees me.”  “She's right,” John B agreed with you, but JJ didn't like the idea of letting you go off on your own, too scared that something might happen. 

You got into the car and placed every single thing that Kelce had had in his pockets where it belonged. Neatly folding his clothes and laying them down on the passenger seat before driving off. It wasn't far from your home, and the bar didn't have too many customers that night. You put the keys under the sun visor and walked back home without anyone seeing you. 

“I don't even care what you did, just promise me that this won't be a reoccurring thing.” You could hear your mom talk to JJ.  “Done,” you said while walking inside and smiling at them. Your dad immediately hugged you. “Don't scare me like that again. It's really hard to stay focused on work like that.”  “I don't think he'll ever dare to even look at me again,” you admitted and JJ couldn't stop himself from grinning.  “It's not funny. I could've seriously injured him,” your mom cried out.  ‘I’ve survived worse,’ JJ thought, and his eyes darted back at you.  “You didn't though, you saved us, mom,” you said and hugged her.  ‘I should be on the lookout, not that she tries to use that pan on me one day,’ JJ joked.  ‘Will John B keep our secret?’ you asked, and he nodded as soon as you looked at him.  ‘Deny, deny, deny, baby,’ he smirked.  “Pizza?” he asked, and your parents looked at him perplexed. “It's the least I can do.” 

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part 5

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[sunbaby01]

You and me

JJ Maybank x Reader

How ‘you and me’ became their thing.

The first time he taught her to surf was the first time she’d heard it, having managed to stay on for longer than 30 seconds before plunging into the water his voice filled her ears, shouting it through cupped hands “that’s it! It’s you and me baby!” He cheered paddling out on his own board to join her.

The second time was a completely different situation, she’d gotten a boyfriend, some boy from school who was, in JJs eyes, clearly undeserving of her. JJ had turned up for their weekly movie night at her house only to stumble over his words when he answered the door. Which led to the argument on her front lawn saying he was being replaced “it’s supposed to be you and me” he refused to cry getting annoyed as his body betrayed him letting a single tear fall. They didn’t talk for a week.

The third time it was her crying waiting at the chateau. “Baby?” Hearing the concern in his voice, she looked up, saw him and practically ran to him, him catching her without a second thought. “He cheated” she mumbled and his grip on her tightened, “it’s okay…I got you baby, it’s you and me” he head her, making a mental note to pay the boy a visit later.

The fourth time was when they’d left the Pogues with a sinking Twinkie and got convinced to take Luke to a boat so he could finally leave- so JJ could finally be free. She and Luke being left in the car wasn’t a good idea, JJ realised as much when he stepped out the store and caught the backend of her elbowing his dad in the face. He couldn’t help but smirk pretending he’d seen nothing until Luke had finally gone and he mumbled apology after apology. “JJ don’t be silly, he’s gone now, it’s you and me okay?”

The fifth time is when they’d stole the cross, her head buried into JJ’s back with her arms around his chest as he sped to catch up to Toppers truck shouting at the driver to drive straight. “I need you to jump for me okay?” He nodded towards the back of the truck where Kie was already sat.

“J-“ she wasn’t convinced.

“I’m just gonna distract them then I’ll meet you okay? I promise” she jumped at the perfect time and watched as JJ sped the other day smashing the cops window with a rock. Topper tried to keep up with him speeding and swerving until they were coming under the bridge JJ was driving across. That was until his bike hit the side and flew over smashing into all these pieces with no JJ in sight. Everyone rushed out the truck, even Topper, but no one let out a cry of anguish the way she did as she looked at the bike debris in front of her. Too caught up crying she didn’t hear feet shuffling out from the bushes, “I wish I could say that was intentional” he took a breath, “but that was the gnarliest power slide I’ve ever done”

She turned around as tears leaked from her eyes. He was okay. A little cut and bruised but alive. She didn’t hesitate before running towards him as he let out an oof when their bodies collided in a hug, just when he was about to wrap his arms around her she pulled away. “You don’t fucking do that to me ever again, you could’ve died. You could’ve died and I hadn’t gotten to tell you I love you” she said between hitting his shoulder, not enough to hurt him but just enough to emphasise her point.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I’m alive, I’m here” he repeated pulling her back into his arms whispering in her ear, “I love you it’s you and me, I love you”

“You and me” they promised one another, sealing it with a kiss.

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The Great War

Pair: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: language, underage drinking, arguments

Based on THIS request

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: This is a bit short and probably not as angsty as you might've wanted I hope you still like it...

Links: Wattpad and AO3

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You didn’t mean to- you didn’t mean to do alot of what had already passed. 

You had grown up around JJ and the pogues, you were neighbors, went to the same school, and had most of the same classes. It was inevitable that you and JJ would become close. So close in fact, your parents had set restrictions to how much time you could spend with the boy. They insisted that you could do better, be better, and have a better life when you graduated. 

They even saved up enough money and coerced you into doing an essay that will grant you a scholarship to the Kook school that Sarah Cameron and the rest go to. The school you have been going to for a couple of months now. 

Not much has changed, you still hung out with your usual friends, JJ was still attached to your hip but you did spare a little bit of your time for the friends you’ve made on the other side of the island. 

Your best friend had not been too thrilled about this new development. Admittedly, you had lied to him about it, JJ had always been a bit dramatic when it came to Kooks. Rightfully so, they’d done him wrong too many times in the past that it was understandable where his anger came from but his anger surpassed your patience. 

The moment you stepped into his house, he had a glare and a frown that you didn’t know 

“So what now Y/n?” You’ve been having this conversation for almost an hour now, Luke was out on another bender, JJ was home by the sound of raging music coming from his window. “You’re one of them just like that?”

You scoff, “No, J. I’m not one of them, I’m just doing what’s best for my future. I wasn’t doing any better in public school.”

He wasn’t in a good mood when you came through the unlocked front door, the door hinges were a little loose, he must have gotten into it with his dad. You can imagine the way Luke must’ve slammed it on the way out for the millionth time. You stood in the middle of his messy room that JJ didn’t bother to clean as he was never here. 

“You’re better now that you're in a fancy private school full of those dickheads, really?,” He tongue pokes through his cheek. He let out a bitter laugh, “That’s rich, Y/n. Pretending to be someone you’re not.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you are no better than me and the pogues and you playing dress up every week, going to their school- isn’t going to change that.”

“You’re trying to insult me by saying that i’m not one of them and it isn’t working JJ, I don’t want to be one of them.”

His eyes took you in from head-to-toe, “Have you looked in the mirror lately, Princess.”

“I’m trying JJ,” I exhale. “I’m trying my best not to fucking drown while i’m there, I can dress up all I want while i’m there and they still look at me the same but i’m also not gonna lie and say that part of me doesn’t enjoy it. And so what if I do? Fucking sue me.”

“Then fucking leave!” He shouted in your face, “Leave and enjoy you’re new life cause i’m not gonna be in it.”  

You stared at him wide-eyed, he never spoke to you like this, ever. JJ was always cheery and joked whenever things got too tense, he never acted out of turn. 

“You know what JJ, you’re really starting to sound like your dad,” Your voice was slightly above a whisper. You were teary eyed and hurt, you regretted the words the moment they left your lips but you were angry and in shock at the way he spoke to you.

He looked as if he had been slapped, he flinched as you made the comparison. You stuttered in your steps as you gave him one last glance before leaving.

~~~

You didn’t see him for days after the argument, whenever you were at the Chateau he was somewhere else  and when he was around, he didn’t utter a single word in your direction. You felt guilty, you didn’t truly think he was like Luke at all, but in that moment your mouth ran faster than your brain. 

Days turned into weeks, Weeks turned into months, and soon you were graduating. You hung around the Pogues often still, but without JJ you had more time to spend with your private school friends, you divided your time equally between both groups despite the on going beef. 

You missed JJ, he had been an integral part of your life, you never went a day without talking to him before the argument. Now you’d become strangers, strangers and yet you knew everything that went on in his life. You lived right next to him, you heard him and his dad, you shared the same friends so you were never left out of anything. Everything you knew now just didn’t come from him, which stung. 

You were both in the wrong, you knew and accepted that but JJ was set on avoiding you. You weren’t going to corner him, if he wanted to talk to you, he would come to you as he had many times before. 

Summer just started, that meant another annual boneyard party. 

Kie had ran up to you and gave you a hug, “You’re here!” 

“Of course, did you doubt i’d come?” You giggled at her excitement. 

“Well, no but your public enemy number 1 is here,” She motioned over to where JJ was shotgunning a beer. 

You rolled your eyes shaking your head, “When has he ever stopped me from being around you guys?” 

She walked with you to grab a drink and from there everything was a blur of dancing, talking, and drinking. You had become so inebriated to the point where John B had pointed out your slurred speech, you insisted that you were fine and took several steps back to prove that you had not taken the effects of the several cups of alcohol you consumed. On the last step you back had bumped into someone, that someone had held you by your waist to steady you. 

You turned around to apologize but shut your mouth before anything could come out. It was the blond boy you had missed, at the sight of him you felt a familiar sting come from the back of your eyes. 

“Can we talk?” He didn’t remove his hand from your side, you didn’t want him to. 

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” You murmured. You didn’t trust yourself to talk to him, seeing him made you realize you weren’t as sober as you thought. Your head spun as you looked into his blue eyes, who knew what would spill out of you, you could confess to a murder you didn’t commit if you were alone with him in this state. 

“Please?” His tone was soft, it made your knees weak. You tore your gaze away from his and you nodded. 

Your heart pounded rapidly, you felt like you were about to throw up, you weren’t sure if it was how much you had drank or a sign of how nervous you were. You trusted JJ to be this vulnerable- in this state- with him even after all this time. There was no doubt about it, you just didn’t trust yourself. You had been around him drunk too many times to count but there was so much time between you now and you had shed yourself of any care you might have in sharing your feelings for him.

He brought you over to the middle of where the cars were parked and the beach, trees surrounding you both. 

He swallowed before he spoke, “I wanted to say that I’m sorry. You transferred out of school, we never went to separate schools and you were always around during the day, then you weren’t and you got new friends- their all still dickheads by the way- but you’re my best friend and I didn’t want that to end.”

That brought you out of your thoughts, your gaze met his and he continued. “I didn’t want us to stop being friends after that fight- I just- I was scared,” He cleared his throat. It wasn’t easy for him to share his feelings. “I missed you Y/n, more than missed you actually. I can’t even explain how weird it was not having you around me and that’s completely my fault for being such an asshole, ignoring you and shit. I was pissed at the moment, I needed time and space but not that much time and space-”

He was rambling now, hearing how much he missed you felt like a weight being lifted off your chest, you weren’t the only one that felt the absence of your friendship. Now that he started talking, he wouldn’t stop overexplaing how much he missed you. 

He looked so cute when he was talking you couldn’t stop yourself, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n,” His eyes furrowed as he stopped his rant. 

“No, JJ,” You grabbed his shoulders, taking a step into his space. “I love you. I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to compare you to him, you could never be like him, ever. I was just as scared of losing and I did for a time but that doesn’t matter now because you’re here- talking to me finally. I’ll probably regret this as much as I did when I said what I said to you that day, I love you.”

His face spread into a bright grin, he let out a laugh and you almost questioned whether he thought you were joking or if he was laughing at you. You released your hold on him and took a step back only to be pulled into his chest, one of his hands on your waist, the other on your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. 

For a moment you couldn’t process what was happening, the next, your hands had tugged him closer by tangling in his hair and neck making the kiss go deeper. 

You heard cheers coming from the crowded side of the party, you had pulled away from JJ with a smile and looked to where John B, Kiara, and Pope were howling at the two of you. 

“The great war is over!” John B had called out. He and the others had taken to calling the fight you and JJ had ‘The Great War’ over time when he and the rest of them realized that this wasn’t just some petty fight you guys had and would eventually get over. They hated it almost as much as you two did. 

JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulders looking over at your friends and gave you sweet kisses on your forehead. 

“I love you.”

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storms and confessions

PAIRING jj maybank x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS a storm leads you and jj to confess your feelings

WARNINGS  none except bad writing ig. 

WORD COUNT 2.3k

TAGLIST

You wake up to the sound of seagulls calling in the distance, a gentle reminder that it's already time to stay up. The room is flooded with soft morning light, casting a warm glow on your surroundings. Slowly you start to sit up, shaking off any remnants of sleep.

You are stretching your limbs and letting out a contented sigh. With one big last yawn, you throw off the covers, ready to begin your day.

You make your way to the window, drawn by the pull of the picturesque view outside. The curtains sway gently in the breeze, revealing a glimpse of the azure ocean stretching endlessly before you. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves lures you closer as if beckoning you to join them.

As you get ready, a smile plays on your lips because you remember that you have a day off from work, which means that you and your friends can spend a relaxing day at the beach without anyone else having to do anything else.

You slip into your favourite swimsuit, the vibrant colours reflecting your vibrant mood. The fabric feels cool against your skin, a promise of relief from the summer heat although it's only 10 am. Lastly, you put on some loose jorts to not be too revealed, ready to embrace the carefree spirit of the beach.

Gathering your beach essentials, you check your bag one last time. Sunscreen, towels, and sunglasses—you're well-prepared for a day of pure relaxation and fun.

You walk out of your room and into the kitchen where your dad sits at the dining table reading the newspaper and listening to the music playing on the radio while your mom is cutting some fruits, standing at the kitchen counter.

“Good morning sweetheart” Your mom is the first to see you. Your dad lifts his head from his newspaper as he hears your mother's words to smile at you.

“Wouldn't have guessed to see you so early today. Don't you have the day off?” He says playfully, turning the page of his newspaper.

“That’s why I’m going to the beach with Kie, john b and the others”

You step closer to the fridge and open it to grab a bottle of water out of it.

“And with the others you mean jj, right?” your mom sighs, holding back her smile.

“I mean, yeah, but Sarah and Pope will probably also be there. So it’s the six of us.”

“Oh, that’s great. Please greet them from me,” she says, "Do you want to take some fruits with you? I just finished cutting some."

You know that you can’t say no to your favorite fruits so of course you say yes to her offer. You kiss her on her cheek as she gives you the container.

“Don’t be too late tonight. You know there will be a storm. If you're staying at Kie’s house overnight, contact us.” your dad warns you with a strict voice. You know that he hates it when you sleep at John B’s or JJ’s so you only respond with a single nod.

With that, you make your way to the door.

Stepping outside, the warm summer air greets you The salty scent of the ocean mingles with the sweet fragrance of nearby flowers, creating an intoxicating blend that fills your senses. You take a deep breath, you begin to walk to the beach.

On your way there, you can already see your friend group standing at your usual meeting place, waiting for you.

The first one you see up close as you walk further in their direction is no one other than JJ Maybank. Your heart skips a beat as you catch his eye. His blond hair is tousled by the wind, his eyes bright with anticipation. You have to admit that he looks extremely hot in his shorts and sunglasses with his surfboard in his hands.

You can finally tear your gaze away from the blonde and turn to your friends grinning.

"Hey, Y/N!" Sarah calls out, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't believe we're finally having our beach day! The weather is perfect!"

“Yeah, just wait some hours and you will be disappointed,” Pope says as he starts to walk, “so come on, that's why we should make good use of the hours”

With laughter and excitement in the air, you all make your way towards the sun-kissed shoreline. The sound of crashing waves grows louder as you approach, and the sight of the vast ocean fills you with a sense of awe. This is where memories are made, where friendships are strengthened, and where moments of pure joy are captured.

As you step onto the warm sand, you kick off your shoes and feel the grains between your toes. The sun's rays gently caress your skin, embracing you in their warmth. The beach stretches out before you, an invitation to adventure and relaxation.

You glance at JJ, his tousled blond hair catching the sunlight. He catches your eye and flashes a playful grin.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Only in your dreams, Maybank.”

“There is so much more happening in my dreams.” He says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at his words, being already used to them.

“Guys, stop the flirting and help us instead.” john b shouts from his spot a few meters away, struggling with his towels.

So you start to help your friends spread out your beach towels into a comfortable spot on the sand. You spread out your beach towels.

Sarah eagerly sets up a Bluetooth speaker, filling the air with some popular music. The catchy rhythm draws smiles and bobbing heads from your group, infusing the scene with infectious energy. You find yourself tapping your foot along to the beat, the music amplifying your excitement.

JJ, with his surfboard in hand, walks up to you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Hey there, beach babe. Ready to catch some waves?"

You laugh, giving him a playful shove. "Always ready for your surfing antics, JJ. Just try not to wipe out too spectacularly this time."

He feigns offence, placing a hand over his heart. "Hey, I'm an expert, alright? Watch and learn, Y/N."

With a wink, he dashes towards the water, his surfboard under his arm. You watch as he skillfully glides across the waves.

“Stop staring at him. You look like a creep.” Sarah says as she leans back onto her towel next to Kie.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you avert your eyes, hoping to conceal your momentary lapse. "I wasn't staring," you stammer, attempting to downplay the situation.

Kie's laughter fills the air. "Oh, please. You practically have hearts in your eyes whenever he's around. It's adorable."

Sarah nudges you playfully. "Well, who can blame you? He's got that undeniable charm and those surfer-boy looks. It's hard not to be drawn to him."

You lean in closer to them, your voice lowered. "I can't help but feel something more, you know? It's driving me crazy."

Sarah's expression softens, her eyes filled with understanding. "Have you thought about talking to him? It might help clarify things."

You sigh a mix of apprehension and longing in your voice. "I've considered it, but what if he doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Kie places a comforting hand on your arm. "You'll never know unless you try, Y/N. And trust me, JJ is a great guy."

Out of nowhere, JJ approaches you after spending hours riding the waves. He emerges from the water, his hair dripping with saltwater.

"Hey there, beautiful," JJ says, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and admiration. "Care to join me?"

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What are you talking about, Maybank?"

He chuckles, his gaze fixed on you. "Well, how about a spontaneous dip in the water?."

Before you can respond, JJ swoops down, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. You gasp, caught off guard, as your feet leave the ground. Laughter escapes your lips as he carries you towards the rolling waves, your heart pounding with excitement.

The water crashes against your feet as JJ wades further into the sea, his steps are sure and steady. The sensation of his strong arms wrapped around you makes you feel butterflies.

With a playful smile, JJ dips you lower, the cool water swirling around your legs. You let out a delighted squeal, the spray of the waves splashing against your skin.

As he brings you back up, your eyes meet his, the connection between you deepening. But as soon as anything more could happen, JJ lets go of you and you drop with a loud splash into the water

“Asshole. What was that for?”

“Fun. I guess.” JJ shrugs as he starts to splash water in your direction.

“Oh you'll get that back.“

You and JJ had been enjoying a playful moment in the water, laughing and splashing each other as the waves rolled in.

But without warning, dark clouds gather above, masking the once clear blue sky. The wind picks up, sending a chill down your spine. A sense of foreboding fills the air, and you exchange a glance with JJ.

As if on cue, the first raindrops begin to fall, lightly pattering against your skin. You look up, realizing that this is no ordinary summer shower. The rain intensifies, turning into a deluge within moments. The waves grow wilder, crashing against the shore with an unruly force.

"Y/N, we need to get out of the water!" JJ shouts, his voice barely audible above the deafening roar of the storm. He grabs your hand, pulling you towards the shoreline.

Finally, you make it to the shore.

Looking around, you notice your friends, gathering their belongings and casting worried glances at the darkening sky.

Pope, his voice carrying above the roaring wind, calls out to the group, "Guys, we need to get out of here! This storm is no joke!"

John B nods in agreement, quickly gathering his belongings. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not keen on getting struck by lightning today. The chateau is the nearest. We could take cover there."

The wind howls around you, tugging at your clothes and whipping your hair into a frenzy. Rain lashes against your face, making it difficult to see, but the determination in each step keeps you going.

As you reach the path leading to the chateau, lightning illuminates the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The storm is getting closer, urging you to quicken your pace.

Finally, you arrive at the chateau. John B fumbles with the keys, his hands shaking with urgency. The door swings open, welcoming you to safety.

With a collective sigh of relief, you all step onto the sprawling grounds of the chateau. Rainwater drips from your clothes, creating puddles on the cobblestone pathway. Laughter erupts as Kie playfully splashes Pope.

The group chuckles, their spirits lifting despite the rain-soaked clothes. You trail behind JJ, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours as you step into the chateau.

Exhausted from the day's events and seeking respite from the chaos, you and JJ find yourselves together in the only left room. But you couldn’t be more happy about the situation.

As you both lie in bed, the sound of rain tapping against the window creates a soothing lullaby. Contentment washes over you, the warmth of the room and JJ's presence wrapping around you like a blanket.

But amidst the calm, a sudden realization dawns on you. Panic grips your chest as you sit up, startling JJ. "Oh no, JJ! I completely forgot to tell my parents that I’m not home tonight. They'll kill me!"

JJ just laughs at your words. "Hey, hey, don't freak out. They probably will kill me first when they find out that you were with me."

“So we’ll die together, huh? Just like Romeo and Juliet.” You giggle.

JJ's gaze meets yours, his eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and vulnerability. He takes a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?”

You feel your heart skip a beat, his words washing over you like a gentle caress. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as his hand reaches out, gently tracing the outline of your cheek, his touch both tender and electrifying.

JJ glances at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice genuine and vulnerable. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. Being with you, especially in moments like this, makes me realize how much you mean to me. You bring so much happiness into my life, and I can't imagine it without you."

Not knowing what to say, you just lean closer to him, your eyes locked in an intense gaze.

At that moment, the world around you fades away.

Slowly, hesitantly, your lips brush against each other's, sending a shiver down your spine. It's a gentle and tender touch, filled with a mix of nervousness and desire.

JJ's hand finds its way to the side of your face with his gentle and firm touch, as he deepens the kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours ignites a fire within, intensifying the sensation and erasing any lingering doubts or fears. As the kiss deepens, time seems to stand still.

Eventually, with a mixture of reluctance and need for air, you both pull away, your foreheads resting against each other. The room fills with soft breaths and the sound of your heartbeats, the shared moment leaving you breathless and wanting more.

JJ's husky voice breaks the silence.”I've been wanting to do that for a while now. So, wanna be my girlfriend?"

Your cheeks begin to blush into a deep red colour. “Of course, JJ.”

Your parents are pretty angry when you come home the next day because you forgot to let them know last night. But you don't care.

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[somethingswift19]

Toxic - JJ Maybank x (f) reader

| JJ x Bartender (f) Reader

| Warnings : angst, swearing, cheating

| Summary: You are in a toxic situationship with JJ Maybank and no matter what you do, you can't seem to let him go.

| (a/n): Based off of a real conversation and very true events

This is my first ever imagine so please be nice :) hope you guys enjoy! P.S. feedback is greatly appreciated! Sorry if this is terrible!

Part 2

"No. That's unacceptable," JJ seethed. "How could you be going on a date? No. Who the fuck is this guy anyway?" This argument was becoming less and less playful by the second. The usual playfulness in his tone was sounding more like jealousy.

"Don't worry about it," you sigh in response. "And I'm going because he's cute and funny and sweet. Plus my dad is pissed that I'm still single at 22." At this point you were just trying to end this conversation seeing as there were people actively sitting at the bar. Not to mention the fact that if your boss saw any of this happening on the cameras, you would both be screwed.

"Your dad and I have that in common," he smirked. "But I still don't think you should go."

"Why shouldn't I go? I'm not seeing anyone! So why the hell n-?"

"Because you can't!" JJ cut you off. "You're mine, don't you get that? It's my turn." His usual arrogant demeanor was faltering as darkness started forming behind his usually playful eyes.

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" you yelled getting more irritated by the second.

He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked. He knew you were right. He knew the position he had put you in. That he had lied to you time and time again. But he loved you, not her. "You know our situations are completely different. You know mine is complicated."

"No it's really not that complicated actually," rolling your eyes and giving an aggravated shrug of your shoulders. "Do you or do you not have a girlfriend?"

JJ just stared at you, letting out a huff. His blue eyes now appeared completely black as a pink tinge came over his lightly freckled face.

"I said do you or do you not-"

"YES! Ok, yes I do! But-"

"Then that's it!" it was your turn to cut him off. "It's not fair to me. None of this is fair to me! When you're here you act as if we are together. You're physically all over me. You compliment me and know what to say to make me feel special. Always keeping me attached somehow. You're always telling me how I'm beautiful and gorgeous and amazing...but then you go home to her."

"You were supposed to wait for me!" heartbreak evident in his voice.

"I DID WAIT!" a tear slipped down your cheek. "I did fucking wait for you! And you went back to her."

"That's cold."

"But it's true," you bit back. "And the worst part is I had to find out from someone else."

You thanked the heavens you were the mid and so your shift was ending. Gathering your things you quickly clock out and head for the door. Tears now threatening to spill over.

"Just wait! I'll have my turn one day!" a smirk covered his sun kissed face. It was a complete 180, his cockiness returning. Almost like he was pretending this argument never happened. "You're mine and that will never change."

As soon as you reach the parking lot the sobs started. Not because of the argument but because of what he just said...because deep down you know he's not wrong. And the thought of that makes you sick. How could you let yourself fall so head over heels in love with someone who is already taken? But then the image of his smile flashes through your mind and you think of what it feels like to be wrapped in his embrace and you have your answer.

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fics !

feast day [18+]

no one has ever wanted to go down on you. jj intends to rectify that.

indulge [18+]

john b only had one rule for jj; jj could not, under any circumstances, touch his sister. unfortunately for john b, jj has never shied away from breaking the rules.

hate the club

after your breakup with jj, you go through the motions as you try to navigate your life with him no longer part of it. (based on the song “hate the club” by kehlani)

hush [18+]

jj has to keep you quiet while your older brother's in the next room.

f&mu [18+]

it was the law of the jungle — kooks and pogues rarely got along — and this proved true for you and jj. however, that didn't stop the two of you from showing each other just how deep that hatred ran. (based on the song "f&mu" by kehlani)

wound up [18+]

you've had a bad week and jj makes you feel better.

dinner date

jj comes home late when you two have a date night planned and he tries to make it up to you.

cute drunk

jj takes care of you when you're drunk.

scored [18+]

jj cheers you up after your favourite football team loses their first game in the world cup.

reflections [18+]

jj surprises you when you two go on a romantic trip for the weekend.

role reversal [18+]

typically, jj is the one in control in bed. this time, however, you take the reigns.

a taste of both worlds [18+]

jj and rafe both find out that you've been seeing the other behind their backs. what are they supposed to do now?

safe haven [18+]

jj has an outburst at the chateau after a long and trying day, and you, his secret girlfriend, come to quell his rage.

pogue princess [18+]

jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

can i [18+]

the more you drown in each other, the harder it is for you and jj to respect the boundary that is 'friends with benefits.' (based on the song "can i" by kehlani)

i'll go anywhere you go

your best friend jj gives you a token to show you how much he treasures you.

wet [18+]

shower sex with jj after a stressful day.

melt

snapshots of your swoon-worthy relationship with jj (based on the song “melt” by kehlani)

feature me [18+]

your breakup with rafe leaves you single and alone on valentine's day. you run into jj at a bar, and things get heated. (based on the song "feature me" by flo)

greedy [18+]

an ode to breeding kink!jj.

dangerous games [18+]

jj refuses to take the bait when you give him a tempting offer. you both agree on a compromise, but you're left pleasantly surprised with how things turn out.

birthday boy [18+]

you wake jj up on his birthday.

stake your claim [18+]

jj isn’t happy when he finds out you’ve been sleeping with other people on the island, so he’s sure to set the record straight. you’re his, and his only

fic events !

obx week '23, kinktober '23

blurbs !

slightly overprotective bestfriend!jj

bestfriend!jj adoring your brown eyes

dirty talk with jj [18+]

riding jj [18+]

switch!jj [18+]

rough sex with jj [18+]

dad!jj and your daughter surprise you for mother’s day

jj wakes up to find you and your daughter playing makeup together

stress relief [18+]

jj x touch starved!reader

find the rest in concepts, concepts (two)

headcanons !

pregnancy headcanons

best friend!jj pining headcanons

prompts !

“i can’t pull out when your legs are wrapped around me like that.” [18+]

“first one to cum loses.” [18+]

“what’s wrong? why’d you stop?” + “nothing’s wrong. i just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are.” [18+]

“i’ll be gentle, baby. don’t worry.” [18+]

“if i have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.” [18+]

tag !

#jj maybank

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #outer banks smut #obx #obx smut #jj maybank fluff

[elsaellaelys]

Staying

summary: JJ meets Y/N's big hispanic family.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Hispanic (spanish) fem!reader

690 words

a/n: As you asked, @vqxleria. I just used what a know about hispanic people in this fic, so it might be too labeled, but I gave my best. I'm open to requests!

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Y/N was the new waitress at The Wreck, JJ was hooked the minute he saw her. Wild hair that she tried to get together in a ponytail, pencil behind her ear, uniform shirt with loose low rise jeans, closed face expression, she was taking his order and he made a comment about how she looked chic with golden hoop earrings, she blushed and for the first time since he entered the restaurant he saw her smile. He knew he had to do something to see it more, he wondered how her laugh would sound, if she could want to kiss him like he wanted to kiss her, plumped lips with brown gloss.

Day after day JJ made sure he would find a way to see her, talk to her everytime, always volunteering to pick Kiara in the restaurant just for a chance to flirt with his crush, Kiara's dad was pissed with him for keeping Y/N distracted both of them getting caught multiple times all in giggles and hand touches, then Mr. Carrera just gave JJ the push with "Ask her out and get your butt away from the restaurant." And he did, and she accepted.

It took just one date for JJ be completely obsessed with Y/N - if he wasn't already - charmed with the way she laughed, the way she talked, how she would always say "si" instead of "yes" as in a reflex, how she pushed her hair back when it was falling in her face. Soon they were hanging out all the time, it wasn't one single day they went without seeing each other. The pogues mocked him everyday for being so head over heels, but could they blame him when she looked just like heaven? Made he feel just like heaven when he was with - and in - her.

That day, JJ showed at her house in the afternoon, ready to take her to go boating with the pogues like always, but it was different, there were at least six kids running through the garden, a noticeable hubbub inside the house. He carefully crossed his way to the door, still kinda scared of how fast the kids were running, and openned it, he only had been inside her house twice, but it surely didn't looked like that, with bags all over the living room, some forgotten in the stairs, a box of Jesus candles in the stand and a lot of people, he could count eight without the kids outside, one of them passed by him murmuring a spanish greeting and left a rosary in his hands. He was to confused to move when a old lady came to him, arms wide pulling him in a hug.

"Ah, you're Y/N guest? Her boyfrriend! Finálly!" she exclaimed holding his shoulders to give another hug.

"Tita, no! No, not boyfriend, friend." Y/N appeared, taking him away from her gradma grip. "Ve a ver la sartén, apuesto a que se está quemando!" she warned, pushing JJ to her room, locking behind her. She looked the same, but JJ always felt a thrill when he saw her, like she was way more hotter than he remembered, the wild hair fitting her so nicely, glossy kisseable lips, low rise jeans tied in the back with a shoe lace, he guessed she was getting unready from the beach outfit cause she still had a bikini top under the off shoulder white top and flip flops on.

"A friend, uh? That hurted." he mocks.

"Oh, sush, she won't let you alone now that she saw you."

"Yeah, with all the respect, they're loud, right?" He laughed, she followed him, that sweet sound going through his ears straight to his heart.

"Uhum, guess you gonna have to go out without me."

"No way. I'm staying. What your Tita is cooking? Smells good." he said living the room before she could stop him.

JJ never knew what is like to have a energetic family like hers, full of fun histories, nice traditions and food, he liked the way they prayed the rosary and he was keeping his one for sure. They made he feel like he was a person, a interesting, nice one.

In the end of day, it was almost dawn, he said he was going home, but instead he entered her room through the window. Y/N sitted up in the bed, looking confused, he just kissed her, deeply, hands pressing her messy hair against her cheeks. "Can I stay?" he asked, hearing his own voice sound like a beg. "Si." she quickly answered, opening space for him under the cover. She smelled like Spring Water Dial bar soap, he snuggled his head in her neck, her arms rounded him, stroking his hair, so close...

He just wanted to stay forever.

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[juneberrie]

you always have been

thinking thoughts. *ೃ༄ this is very self indulgent im not sorry <3 btw the formatting is terrible 😭 also this is 1.5k words im so proud of myself its literally the longest fic i've ever written

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

fandom: outerbanks

warnings: swearing, mentions of being drunk, reader kind of pushes jj away, insecure!reader, stressed out!reader, mentions of jj's trash dad, fear of abandonment, sort of a smau? science hw (yes thats a warning science hw sucks), love confession, hurt/comfort <3

jj's instagram is a mess. it alternates between pictures of random objects, pictures of himself, and pictures of our friends.

lately, all of his pictures have been pictures of him and the pogues at keggers and on the boat. without me.

the most recent one is a blurry shot of him and kie at the boneyard. his hair is dripping wet and kie is holding up a red solo cup, beer sloshing over the side. the caption reads, "my brst girl 😋 ilysn kier.carrera" its so misspelled its obvious hes drunk, even without looking at the picture.

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↳ comments

-> jb.wifirouter ong your so drunk. ↳ heywpope its "youre" not "your" 💀 and you're durnk too ↳ sarahcamer0n lmaooo durnk

-> kier.carrera lol ilyt jj 💀 ↳ kier.carrera wsit wring emoji ❤️

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i groan and shut my phone off. kie knows i like jj. she's heard me rant about him since eighth grade. its fine, though. i need to focus on school. i get up and silence my phone, putting it into a drawer at my desk before going back to the papers sprawled on my bed.

science isn't my best subject, but i need this extra credit to bring my grade up. and, no pressure at all, this stupid extra credit is due by monday, at its literally sunday night. at least its pretty easy. all i have to do is write an essay about newton's laws and how they function in the "real" world. i sigh and open my textbook to the page on the first law, inertia.

as im scribbling down the beginnings of the paragraph about f=ma, my pencil breaks. well, how fucking dandy. i get up and head to my desk to grab a sharpener, and i pass the mirror next to my door.

i cringe away, then force myself to look back. the girl staring back at me is... not kie. not sarah. she's wearing a big oversized t-shirt she stole from jj and some shorts. her nail polish is chipped and her hair is practically crying for escape from the worn scrunchie.

i tear my gaze away and grab the sharpener. the clock on my desk reads 11:11 pm. i remember something kie said about making wishes at 11:11, so i think, why not give it a try? i squeeze my eyes shut and hope my wish gets to whatever magical star angel being is listening.

after i finish my essay, its 12:23 am. i grab my phone from the drawer and see a flurry of texts and instagram notifications assaulting my lock screen.

i ignore the texts — six from kie and eight from jj — and click open instagram.

my homepage is filled with pictures of the pogues at the kegger they're at. i can't help the pettiness that surges up inside me and i click on jj's most recent story, a video of him, kie, pope, john b, and sarah screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody around a campfire.

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you replied to their story

yourinstagram looks like you're having fun :)

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i feel slightly terrible, but whatever. every single kegger they've been to this past week, i haven't been invited.

a text notification comes down onto my screen. it's from kie. the preview reads "im soo sorru"

what the hell? i immediately click on the text and i almost start crying.

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kie kie ml ♡

bro so dnt be mad but like i accidentally told jj that u liked him

im sorry

answer me please idont want yu to be mad

i dd;t mean to i swaer

y/n?? are you mad??

y/n pleeaas answre

im soo sorru

bro wtf.

ik im sorry but we were playing truuth or dsre and plpe asked if i had acrush on anybody and i sadi no i didn't but ik you did and the n jj asked who and im sorry :)

:(*** SORRY

whatever. go enjoy your kegger.

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what the everloving fuck. i specifically told her not to tell anyone, especially jj, and she goes and tells everyone and their mother. i've gotten a flurry of texts from pope, john b, sarah, and other pogues i suppose are at the kegger, all asking me if it's true i like jj. and, speak of the devil, jj himself has been texting me nonstop for the past thirty minutes.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

haha kie jus told me the funnist shut

wait is she for real

wait n/n yuo like me

like fr fr?

brp answer me pls

y/nnnnnn

are you asleepo r somethinh 💀

y/n if you dpn't answer rn rn im going ovet to yiur house

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shit. jj can't come over right now. i look like a mess, and now im fucking crying. my gaze drifts back over to the mirror; my eyes are red and puffy and tears are streaming down my face and dripping down onto my (jj's) shirt.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

jj please dont come over just stay at the kegger and have fun

nooo y/n im already on my wsy so its fine

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shit shit shit.

i throw my phone across the room and scream into my bedsheets. the pogues already didn't like me anymore; they had been going out and having fun without for weeks now, and now kie tells jj i like him? my life is fucking falling apart.

a knock at my window wakes me up from whatever sad haze i was trapped in for the last twenty minutes. jj's peering in and he smiles when he meets my gaze. i shake my head and turn away from him.

no bother letting him in, he'll probably just tell me that he doesn't like me back and to never talk to him again.

another knock, persistent, sounds from the window. i sigh and turn back.

i open the window but leave the screen up, so jj can hear me but he can't get in. "go away, j."

"nooo. wait, why are you cryiinggg?" he asks, the booze slurring his words.

"nothing. no reason. go away, please, jj," i say, my voice cracking.

his face softens and he seems to sober up a bit. "n/n, please tell me what's wrong. i hate seeing you sad," he whispers. fuck. i can't, i can't with the fucking blue eyes and the soft looks and the whispers. i open the rest of the window, and jj climbs in.

i crawl under the covers of my bed and face away from jj. i feel the bed dip next to me and he lays a warm hand on my back. its so casual, so domestic, that i want to laugh.

"sunshine, what's wrong? is this about what kie said?" he asks, gently rubbing my back.

the dam breaks. tears start flowing out of my eyes and i started shaking.

"it is about what kie said. i like you, jj, i really like you. no, i- i love you! i love you so much. i've loved you since i first saw you in mrs. williams' science class in eight grade and you laughed when she said that iron was discovered by the hittites. and i know you'll never love me back because— well— look at me! im not like kie, im not like sarah. i'm just... me! and i've been trying to pretend like you guys going to keggers everyday without me isn't a big deal because, hey, i'm swamped with school, even though its fucking intercession. and i knew if i told you, you'd hate me and you'd never talk to me again," i sob into my pillow.

jj is silent for a few seconds, still rubbing my back.

"i love you too, sunshine. i've loved you for the entirety of the time i've known you. and, you're right. you're not kie or sarah, but you're you. that's what i love about you. you are unapologetically yourself. and i'm sorry for not inviting you to the keggers. i just, i knew you were swamped and i know you don't really like parties 'nd drinking and shit. and i just want you to know that im so proud of you, honey, and— jesus, y/n. you're the only one for me. you always have been. you're the person who's been there whenever luke did something shitty to me, you've helped me with my homework, and gosh, dare i say it, you've helped me be a better person."

he chuckles. i feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck and gently bring me towards him so i'm basically in his lap. he wraps his arms around me and lays his head in the crook of my neck. we stay together in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

i sniffle. "i'm sorry, j."

"you're not the one who should be apologizing, sunshine. i love you, so much. i'm sorry if i made you feel like i'd never talk to you again or like you weren't enough; you are enough. you always have been."

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