#Pogues For Life

[prettybabywhowrites]

𝐁𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦

You knew JJ was hurting, his face usually marked up by his father. Those bruises had to make his body ache, but you didn't push him to open up, he preferred to keep it inside, hidden from view because that was what he learned to do, what he grew up doing.

You never expected him to let you in, so you did your best to be there for your precious blonde best friend. Making sure he had something in his belly, made sure his injuries were taking care of, keeping an eye over him without overstepping. Little did you know that this only made him want more, your soft touches went straight to his heart.

You, Kie and Pope were heading home after a frustrating day, JJ stormed off earlier, John B had gone god knows where with Sarah, and you guys decided to call it a night, all tuckered out from brainstorming ways to get the gold out of the well. "When did John B. have time to do this..?" You asked, motioning towards the LED lights stringing from the many trees surrounding the Château. Pope and Kie looked equally confused as you guys pulled up beside the house.

You turned off the car, pulling the car keys out as Kiara and Pope began unloading the truck, holding some supplies you guys had acquired for your gold getting. You heard the faint sound of a generator humming and your eyes fell to a familiar face. "JJ?" Pope asked. The three of you stood in front of the boy sitting in a hottub, confusion spread on your faces. He smiled at you, strands of his damp blonde hair stuck to his forehead. "Cmon guys get in the cats ass" he said smugly. "The what..?" Kie questioned, her tone soft as her confusion grew. "The cats ass" he responded, smirk on his face. "JJ, what happened to the money?" Pope asked referring to the money JJ had stolen from Barry earlier. "Well... with the generator, the lights, hottub, and speed delivery.. pretty much all of it.." He said, champagne bottle in hand.

"You spent all the money in one day.." Pope says harshly, the frustration evident in his voice. He sighs "You could have used the money to pay for restitution-" "Or given it to any charity" Kiara adds, equally frustrated. JJ pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing it softly.

"WELL I DIDN'T DO THAT... I BOUGHT A HOTTUB FOR MY FRIENDS.. No screw friends, I bought a hottub for my family.." His voice going soft as he stands, revealing angry purple bruises littered over his sun kissed body.

The silence was loud, JJ's frustrated breaths being all audible. "Oh JJ.." was the only thing you could say before dropping the supplies in your arms and rushing over to him. Kiara and Pope in shock at his battered state, gave eachother a knowing glance, JJ had gone home.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, not pressing yourself too roughly against him to avoid hurting him any further. He clung onto you as sobs racked through his bruised body, burying his face into your neck as hot tears ran down his face. You felt yourself getting emotional at the sight of him, feeling such pain for your usually fun loving, goofy blonde boy. Stroking his hair gently, placing soft kisses to his head, you whispered to him, "I'm so sorry baby.." your voice pained. This just caused him to press his body into yours more, desperate for your care. Once his sobs were reduced to sniffled, you pulled away slightly to look at him. Though hesitant to let you go, his grasp on you relaxed and he looked at your eyes. "How about we go inside? Get you cleaned up?" you asked gently. "Yeah" He whispered softly.

You took his hand in yours, glancing back at Pope and Kiara who had decided to give the two of you some space, both giving a sad sympathetic smile. You pushed the screen door open, JJ following you into the house. You took him into John B's spare room, practically JJ's room due to him crashing there so often after a rough time with his father. You both just sat on the bed, the room silent but not awkward. You turned your head to face him, watching as he fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, scooting closer to him to wrap an arm around his broad shoulders. He tensed but softened at the feeling of your touch soon after, resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He choked out, his voice barely audible. You shook your head, holding him tighter "You have nothing to be sorry for." You traced lightly on his arm as he spoke again "Yes I do, I got my ass beat and I went and blew all the money" his voice pained. "JJ.. we'll figure out something to do about the money, but that's not important, okay?" "Baby your black and blue, money is replaceable, you aren't" you stated, looking back to him. You watched as his face softened and tears filled his lash line, he quickly hid his face into your shoulder, shifting closer to you. You stayed like that for about 10 minutes, allowing him to calm down. He looked up at you before breaking the silence "Can you- do you mind staying with me?" he asked visibly nervous you would say no. You nodded quickly in response "Wasn't planning on leaving you" you admitted with a tender smile. He visibly relaxed, a soft sigh of relief escaping his lips, head still resting on your shoulder.

He pulled his head off of you, hazily stepping to his feet. You watched him as he searched through the dresser for something to change into, he settled on a T-shirt and some sweatpants, grabbing one of his shirts and shorts for you as well. You accepted great fully, "thanks" you said as your hand reached for the clothing he offered. He nodded as he pulled the shirt over his head, you turned away from him to give him privacy and change into the clothes he lended you. When you were both changed into fresh clothes you crawled into bed, both physically exhausted. He looked at you as if wanting to ask something, you assumed what it was and opened your arms which his instantly crawled into. His body weight heavy but you didn't mind, his hair was still slightly damp from the water but you didn't care, you ran your fingers through it anyways, his head laying in the crook of your neck, content sighs leaving his lips. You had never seen your bestfriend this way, but it didn't make you think any less of him, didn't make you see him differently, just made you care about him even more than you already did. His grasp on you tightened as if he was scared to let go. "Not leaving you, okay" you whispered. "Better not" he said, feeling the smile on his face against your skin.

This is what JJ maybank had been wanting, yearning for, for so damn long. This is what he had been needing. Your body pressed against his, holding him in your embrace and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You were the first person to ever be gentle with him, to treat him like he was worthy. He never wanted this to end, shamelessly wanted his bestfriend to keep calling him sweet names and rubbing his back, holding him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel like he needed to run, he couldn't bring himself to ruin this, he needed you more than he needed to protect his pride and build his walls sky high. For the first time in his life, someone had called him baby and been truly gentle with him. He wasn't sure he could ever get enough of it.

[rafeysbunny]

bf! jj eating you out in the twinkie

your hips buckle impatiently against jj's face, pretty eyes looking through the window of the twinkie to make sure no one's around. he's peppering a bunch of wet kisses all over your creamy thighs, lips gently suckling at the sensitive flesh, which has you panting heavily already.

"c'mon, jay..." you whimper softly, and there's a pleading tone to your sweet voice. "gotta be quick."

only your crazy boyfriend could convince you that it's a good idea to let him eat you out in the back of john b's van in broad daylight, when it's clearly not. not when you're in the middle of a parking lot and your friends are in harbor freight, getting some shopping done for the poguelandia renovation. they could come back at any moment, for god's sake.

"relax, princess. i'll have you cumming in less than five minutes," he whispers cockily, hands sliding up your thighs to push your pretty, floral dress up and around your waist. "just lemme enjoy this for a bit, yeah?"

precisely, it's the dress which has gotten you into this situation in the first place, the piece of clothing making your gorgeous body look so good that jj has been dying to get his hands on you the whole day. "so fuckin' pretty." his warm breath brushes your skin while he talks, his face a few inches from your covered sex, to which he presses a chaste kiss; the action makes you shudder.

he'd keep teasing you with featherlight touches and little kisses for a bit more, relishing in the way your body arches and your hips rock upwards desperately— until he finally hooks his fingers in the gusset of your white cotton panties and pushes them aside gently, exposing your soaked pussy.

"such a dirty girl, huh?" he teases, gliding his fingers through your slit to part your slick folds. "gettin' all wet f'me, knowing our friends could walk in on me eating out this sweet cunt..."

cool air caresses your overheated flesh before he leans in and drags the flat of his tongue up your centre, nice and slow, which makes your whole body shake. your mouth drops open in response as you grab a handful of his soft, blonde hair, hips jerking unconsciously.

he moans at your taste, his piercing, blue eyes locked on yours as he closes his lips around your sensitive clit, his fingers hooking around your supple thighs to keep you spread open for him. you can feel the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin due to his hard grip. that, added to the feeling of his skilled mouth sucking onto your pussy, has your head swimming.

you'd be panting heavily and whimpering in no time, your pussy a sopping mess from your own arousal and his spit. he easily slips two thick digits inside your dripping hole, alternating between sucking and flicking your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers crook to rub against that spongy spot at the front that makes your vision blur and your pretty eyes roll back into your skull as you moan, not caring that someone might hear.

the orgasm builds rapidly, the coil in your tummy tightening while your pussy flutters around his fingers and your pretty little toes wiggle inside your converse. as promised, he has you cumming in less than five minutes, the pleasure so much that you squirt onto his handsome face with a whiny whimper, completely soaking everything inside john b's car.

the sight almost makes him cream his pants.

"fuck, jay, how are we gonna clean this shit up?" you'd mutter, still trying catch your breath, just before you both hear your friends' chatter getting close to the twinkie.

hell, you're screwed.

more.

[janesarahspidey]

[rothpie]

❝FIDELITY❞ |part4

MASTERLIST -`✮´- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Kook!Reader’s world is upended by betrayal, and her only way forward might lie with the most unlikely person—JJ Maybank. But as they build a new life together, old flames and past mistakes refuse to stay buried.

Warnings: mentioning abortion, daddy issues, mentioning violence, kind of depression

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You missed feeling relaxed. You missed that brief period without all the stress packed into these last two weeks. Actually, it wasn’t just these two weeks. Ever since you noticed the symptoms, a constant worry had settled inside you.

What would Rafe say, what would your family say, how would they react—would they even want this?

Now, at least you knew what they felt. You knew they didn’t want this, that they were trying to convince you to end it. But the worry hadn’t gone away, not for a second. It clung to you like it knew your weakest spot, pressing down on it relentlessly.

Looking at the big picture, you didn’t really have anything left to fear. The people who needed to know had found out. Even though their reactions were awful, now you knew, and you’d have to carry on knowing it.

And that was what truly scared you.

You were starting to feel anxious about the future. Bringing a child into the world without anyone by your side would be incredibly tough, and you were sure of that. You were basically broke, with no support from your family.

Entering a dark, unknown path without any light ahead was terrifying.

This wasn’t how you wanted things to turn out.

“You’re quiet.”

Arms crossed over your chest, you were walking with your gaze on the ground. If he hadn’t spoken, you might not even have been aware of the state you were in. At the sound of his voice, you lifted your head and looked at his face. He was smiling at you, just like always.

His smile didn’t seem very sincere—it was almost infuriating. And you could tell he was doing it on purpose. He seemed to enjoy messing with you, and you hated it. The way he talked to you, as if you were some alien who just didn’t get it, made your blood boil. It was like he was observing you the way someone would watch a caged animal.

When it became clear you weren’t going to answer, JJ chuckled and turned his gaze forward. The sky was nearly dark, and the air was beginning to chill.

To be fair, he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you weren’t exactly on a pleasant path. The evening was closing in, and the road had grown desolate. But he knew this walk would be worth it.

You were behind him, but JJ made a point of staying close to you. Not because he wanted to be near you, really—he just wanted to make sure you were ready for anything. Simply put, though he’d never admit it, he didn’t want you to miss out on this. He’d never say it, but these weren’t the safest paths to be on.

Hearing you sigh in frustration behind him, JJ rolled his eyes. Your impatience was practically a signature trait, especially for a Kook like you. “Not a fan of hiking, huh?” JJ’s teasing was obvious, and you disliked his tone. Just a bit.

“This isn’t hiking,” you muttered, trying to scrape mud off your shoe. You could swear you were in the most godforsaken corner of the world. "This—this feels more like a death march. Tell me there’s something good at the end of this, or else—”

JJ couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, he thought your silent moments were his favorites, but hearing you complain actually amused him in its own way. Whatever happened, you’d keep following him like a little lost puppy. He cut you off before you could go on. “We’re almost there.”

When your complaints subsided, he found himself smiling involuntarily. He was absolutely certain you’d hate every bit of this, but for now, you were stuck here with him. You didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Sure, he did—he could go to John B’s place, and he would eventually.

It just didn’t sit right with him to leave you on your own. He hadn’t been raised with high standards, but—he was still the kind of guy who wouldn’t leave a girl alone at night.

And since he definitely wasn’t taking you to John B’s house—he was sure you’d say no—the only option left was his own style of a safe, quiet spot. At least you wouldn’t stand out around the Pogues, and you’d get some peace and quiet.

To say he was doing it entirely for you would’ve been a big lie. He needed some time, too. He wasn’t ready to show up at John B’s place, explain everything, and face them in this state. JJ didn’t want to feel their silent pity, even if they didn’t say it out loud.

You wouldn’t ask, he was sure of that—or at least he hoped. And even if you did, it wouldn’t stick in your memory for long. To you, JJ was just some random person, and to him, you were the same. Your lives didn’t really intersect in any meaningful way.

JJ pushed some branches and shrubs aside to clear a path for you, and you followed close behind. This hike was becoming increasingly strange from your perspective.

As the sky darkened and you nearly found yourself in the forest, JJ took out his phone and turned on its flashlight. You rummaged through your pockets, intending to do the same, when you remembered storming out of the house in such a hurry. Honestly, you were lucky you’d even put on shoes because you’d left everything—literally everything—behind. Wallet, phone, cash, hair tie, body spray, everything was still at home. You were truly penniless.

JJ jumped down from a ledge and extended his hand to you. The realization that you’d left everything behind had hit you hard, but you pushed aside the frustration and focused on the path.

You tucked your hair behind your ears and tested the ground with your foot. It was pure mud. “Come on.” JJ extended his hand a bit further. You hesitated, but something in you trusted he’d catch you. Even though JJ was unreliable in general, you believed he wouldn’t let you fall. Just as you trusted he’d keep your pregnancy a secret.

He could be obnoxious, foolish, and infuriating—but he wasn’t a bad person.

As soon as you jumped down and took his hand, JJ quickly leaned forward and caught you by the back to keep you steady. Your foot slipped on the mud, but his grip kept you safe from harm.

“You okay?” he asked. Once he was sure you were steady, he slowly let go of your back and hand, bending down to pick up his backpack. You gave him a quick nod, and he looked at you, nodding back and gesturing at the trail.

Even though he’d held onto you and kept you from falling, you were still frustrated at the path he’d chosen. “I already hate this,” you said, and JJ immediately started laughing. The fact that your irritation amused him made you somehow even more annoyed.

You crossed your arms and took a deep breath, tempted to fire back a few words. You just wanted to get under his skin, to rile him up as much as he seemed to enjoy riling you. But it felt impossible. No matter what you said, he just found it funny, like he was looking for any chance to mess with you. Was it your tone, the way you phrased things, or were you just naturally the kind of person he could laugh at? You couldn’t tell, and it only irritated you more.

But then, as you looked over at him, you realized—it was none of those things.

He was genuinely laughing. His dimples appeared. There was no mocking glance, no condescending smirk. He was actually amused. It was like he found you funny, not in a mean way, just… funny.

Just two seconds after you looked at him, JJ turned back with a wide grin—nearly every tooth on display. “Told you you’d hate this,” he chuckled, his voice shaky from laughter, as if still savoring his victory.

He had indeed told you, and he’d meant it. He wasn’t saying it just to annoy you; he genuinely knew you wouldn’t like this. Not that it mattered much. You weren’t alone, after all.

The anger simmering within you slowly began to melt, and for a second, you even wanted to smile back at him. After a brief exchange of glances, you both looked away, but a faint smirk remained on his face.

When JJ sped up a little and moved ahead, you opted to stay behind him. He paused just enough with each branch he brushed aside to make sure you could follow, eventually taking a deep breath as he passed through. “Home sweet home,” he declared, as though this place were actually his.

By the time you both finally made it through the branches and bushes, you were covered in scratches. You swore you’d kill JJ. No blood, but plenty of pain. As he flashed his phone’s light around, you rubbed your sore arm and looked at the scene around you.

Wonderful.

An abandoned dock. Was this his idea of a “nice place”? You figured you had about 15 minutes before the bugs and snakes launched an all-out assault. “I’m not staying here.” you announced firmly, crossing your arms. JJ turned to you with a smile.

Did he ever stop smiling? He nodded as if he agreed, surprising you. You almost thought he was crazy. You’d followed a madman all the way out here. Great decision.

“Same.” he replied, that knowing tone in his voice. Before you could step back, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along, heading toward the edge of the dock. For a second—a single second—you thought he might push you into the river, but he didn’t.

It was too dark to make out everything around you, but as JJ's phone light lit up the surroundings, you saw it. Slowly, the scene became clear. Was that... a boat?

Did JJ get a boat?

Impossible.

“What are we doing right now?” you asked, pulling your wrist back as he crouched down to untie the boat. His phone light didn’t quite reach, so he handed it to you, gesturing for you to shine it on his hands. You did as he asked, though you watched him warily. What was he even doing?

He had to be nuts.

“Is this... your boat?” you asked, as he stood and stretched out a hand to help you aboard. JJ shook his head, still grinning.

Wait a minute... the boat wasn’t JJ’s. It wasn’t yours either. So—

“Are you stealing this boat?!” you blurted out, unable to hide the horror in your voice. JJ rolled his eyes, extending his hand again as he shook his head. He thought you were being dramatic. This wasn’t stealing.

“We’re not stealing it. We—remember? We’re in this together,” he said, his tone playful. You immediately shook your head, taking a step back, but JJ quickly placed a foot on the dock to steady the boat and grabbed your hand before you could retreat any further. “We’re absolutely not in this together. You dragged me out here on some unknown path, and now you’re stealing a boat—”

JJ couldn’t take your ranting anymore. Without a second thought, he tightened his grip and pulled you onto the boat. The world was pitch black out here, and even if you tried to turn back, you’d get lost. He just hoped you wouldn’t be foolish enough to attempt it.

Once you were on board, JJ stood in front of you, so close that you were nearly nose to nose. When you stumbled, he reached out to steady you by the back, speaking before you could protest further.

“We’re not stealing. We. Got it? We’re just borrowing it, and we’ll bring it back by morning. And if anyone asks, there’s only one thing you need to remember,” he said, his tone casual, yet with a hint of amusement.

As you stared at him, you noticed how close he really was. Your hand rested on his shoulder, and one of his hands was on your arm, the other somewhere between your back and waist. Silently, you waited, wondering what he’d say next. JJ smirked, clearly enjoying your curiosity.

“Deny, deny, deny... You tripped, fell into the boat, and it just happened to drift off on its own. And unfortunately—” he continued, pulling his hands back from you as he spoke. You were so focused on him that you barely noticed his movements. Fixated, you watched him start up the boat as though he’d done it a hundred times.

“We’re just two clueless kids who don’t know how to steer, and the boat just started moving,” he said, a grin still on his face. He turned to make sure you had something to hold onto before he started the engine.

You weren’t sure how long you both stayed silent, just that you hadn’t drifted too far. Sitting beside him, you enjoyed the cool breeze—until it started to chill you to the bone.

You didn’t know where you eventually stopped, but JJ clearly did. You followed his lead, keeping quiet.

Now, both of you were lying quietly at the back of the boat. JJ’s phone lay face down, its flashlight casting a soft glow. You both seemed to enjoy the silence.

You were an idiot. You hadn’t planned anything for tonight, and now, like a fool, you hadn’t even brought anything warm. A T-shirt and red shorts, no jacket. You started to feel the night chill, hoping you wouldn’t catch a cold. You didn’t have the energy for that right now.

JJ noticed. He knew if he handed you one of the blankets from under the seats, you’d wrinkle your nose at it, just like he would. So, instead, he took out his sweatshirt from his bag, took a deep breath, and handed it to you.

He waited for you to refuse, to say you didn’t need it, but you surprised him. You looked at the sweatshirt for a moment, then took it from him without a word, slipping it on quickly.

The slight movement caused JJ’s phone to slide, leaving his face illuminated by the flashlight. His hair, tousled by the wind, fell slightly to one side.

Your gaze lingered on his eyes, but something distracted you—a bruise you hadn’t noticed before. Probably hidden by his hair until now.

JJ realized you’d noticed. Instinctively, he ran a hand through his hair, rearranging it to cover the bruise. He knew exactly what he was doing, turning his head slightly.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was fresh. The bruises you’d seen two weeks ago had already faded. This one was definitely new.

JJ saw you looking. He shifted uncomfortably, yet he knew you were still watching him out of the corner of your eye. “What?” he asked with a smile, though it was different from the smiles you’d seen earlier. It just sat there, plastered on his face, almost lifeless. “Did you like what you saw?”

He expected you to look away, maybe even sigh in annoyance or give him a frustrated glare. But you didn’t. You just looked at him, knowing full well that something was wrong. And he knew you knew it, too.

“What happened?” you asked quietly. The words left your mouth almost as light as a feather. But JJ, listening intently, caught every word.

His smile turned bitter as he took a deep breath. He didn’t want to tell you, but things might change, given that you already knew his most guarded secret.

You were each other’s opposite. You were a Kook; you didn’t deal with Pogues. JJ was a Pogue; he didn’t associate with Kooks. You’d barely spoken to anyone from that crowd. Not that you didn’t want to—it just hadn’t interested you.

And yet, here you were with JJ. You weren’t trapped; you’d chosen to follow him willingly. He’d led you to this deserted, uncomfortable place, but it was relaxing. Sure, you’d hated it at first, but now you were starting to like it here.

This was one of those moments you’d never have predicted, not even if someone had told you about it hours earlier. What could you possibly want with a Pogue?

“Did I ever ask you about how that fight went?” JJ’s tone was cold, harsher than he intended. He wasn’t looking to bite back. He didn’t even know why he was saying it, only that he regretted it when he saw your expression fall.

You’d both come out here to get some peace—not to ask questions.

But instead, you withdrew, mumbling a soft, dry, “Sorry.” You drew your legs up, crossing your arms to brace against the chill. There was nothing to see in the darkness around you. Nothing but darkness itself.

JJ hadn’t expected this reaction. For a moment, he’d forgotten how rough your day had been. He’d anticipated a biting remark, even a small argument. But you remained silent, as if you hadn’t asked at all.

Maybe, JJ thought. Maybe you weren’t as stuck-up and unbreakable as he’d thought.

He hadn’t intended to add to your sadness. It was just that he felt his space being invaded. But he already regretted not biting his tongue. He could’ve said nothing at all, but now, it was too late.

You felt like you were meddling, like you were sticking your nose into someone else’s business. And maybe you were. But today, without knowing what had happened, he had helped you. There was no need to ask him anything; whether he chose to open up or not was up to him. Pressuring him for an answer had just happened in a brief, unintended moment.

JJ straightened up and moved his phone's flashlight aside, taking a deep breath. "My dad," he muttered. He hadn't planned on telling you. He hadn't even shared this with his friends. But then again, you'd also told him things no one else knew about you.

JJ trusted that you wouldn’t tell anyone. After all, who cares about someone else's daddy issues?

Your eyes turned back to JJ as he spoke. Feeling your gaze, he nervously ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t intend to tell you everything—just the basics. It was hard for him to explain.

You listened intently, and after his response, you thought he might stay silent for the rest of the night. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d stayed completely closed off. But barely a minute later, he began speaking again.

On a good day, you might have jokingly called him bipolar. But neither of you was having a good day.

"Long story short, he has a drinking problem. We don’t get along too well," JJ continued, struggling to articulate his thoughts. Besides his friends, he’d never opened up to anyone. His friends were his family, his only family.

JJ shifted slightly, watching as you leaned in a bit closer. You stood facing each other, and he avoided looking directly at you, worried that he might see pity or sympathy in your expression. If he saw even a trace of it, he thought he might just jump off the boat and into the river.

But when he looked up and met your gaze, he found none of that. You were simply looking at him with understanding. Your eyebrows weren’t raised, and there was no pity in your eyes—just empathy.

Nobody deserves to have terrible parents, no matter where they come from. It just wasn’t fair.

"Sometimes… things like this happen. But I'm used to it, Princess. No need to feel sorry for me. I’m still as handsome as ever." He extended his leg to nudge your own, a grin appearing on his face. It would’ve taken a fool not to see that his smile was a mask. He was trying to hide his pain behind a playful facade.

You decided not to call him out. Smiling in the same way, you pushed your legs away and gently nudged his back.

It felt like an unspoken promise had passed between you. You wouldn’t mention this to anyone. It seemed important to him. Even if he thought no one would care, you knew it mattered.

"Yeah," you teased, recognizing he was trying to change the subject. "I’m sure Pogue girls will be lining up for you either way." He threw his head back and laughed, his Adam’s apple prominent as he tilted his head off the side of the boat.

As you laughed with him, you felt, for maybe the first time today, a craving for something normal. It felt good to share a moment with someone who wouldn’t judge you. The same was true for JJ. You both exchanged secrets and now carried each other’s burdens. If one of you fell, so would the other.

But you couldn't help but wonder. Had his father caused the scars you saw when you first met, or had he really been in a fight? You weren’t bold enough to ask. Respecting the boundary he’d set, you didn’t make any comments.

"Actually, you’re funny," JJ remarked with a grin. Of course, you were funny—you just didn’t show it to people who didn’t matter. Why would you?

Rolling your eyes, you laughed, and JJ continued smiling. He’d always thought you were serious, not because he was always thinking about you, but because he’d never seen this side of you.

But now he knew better.

While JJ watched you, you didn’t look back. You hadn’t even noticed him observing you. With your arms crossed, you took deep breaths, savoring the fresh air, trying to unwind, and, in this moment, you finally relaxed.

Despite JJ’s presence, you felt detached from all the day’s stress. If you could, you would erase today from your mind entirely. But you couldn’t, and you felt deeply exhausted. As you thought of tomorrow, you couldn’t help but wonder. Soon, you’d leave JJ, the boat, and this river behind. Where would you go? You had nowhere to go except home, and you didn’t know if they’d continue being mad at you. A sigh escaped you, and you felt a nudge on your leg.

JJ was looking at you intently, with a slight grin as if he knew something you didn’t. "Stay in the moment," he said as if reading your mind. He tilted his head back, looking around and taking a deep breath. "We’re in a place no one can find us. Whatever it is you’re worried about—deal with it tomorrow. Let them wonder what you’re up to. Why should you be the one feeling bad?"

In a million years, you wouldn’t have thought you’d take advice from him. But what you couldn’t believe even more was that you actually wanted to follow it. He was right, and you wanted to hold onto his words.

He was right.

Let them think whatever they wanted. You were going to be fine. You’d figure things out. You just needed a little time—not much.

You and the baby.

The thought made you smile.

You nodded, glancing at JJ. Even an idiot could say something wise once in a while. Like a broken clock being right twice a day.

"I’ll stay in the moment," you said, agreeing with him. Your smile grew, and it was as if JJ had been waiting for this. He exhaled and clapped his hands. "Finally!" he shouted, startling you as he moved closer.

In that moment, a realization hit you: JJ Maybank made you feel better. He’d lifted the sorrow from your body, just with his words—the words you needed to hear.

Not Rafe, not your family. You didn’t want to remember their words. JJ’s words were enough.

JJ broke eye contact, still smiling, and picked up his phone. “Shit…” he muttered. You wanted to ask what was wrong, curious, so you leaned forward, realizing his phone battery was running low.

“Your phone—” JJ began but stopped, remembering you looked like a runaway with no phone on you. Of course, you’d left it at home. “Oh, great,” he mumbled to himself.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" he asked. You shook your head in response, even though, well… you might’ve been a bit scared. But you were on a boat with someone, so it didn’t really bother you.

JJ ruffled his hair and looked at you. "If we’re going to sit in the dark, I need a verbal answer. I can’t see you shaking your head.”

Just when you thought you’d found a way to get along with him, he managed to ruin it. He was driving you insane.

“Yes! Are you happy now?” JJ rolled his eyes and, adjusting his position, turned off the flashlight.

Your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but you could feel him sitting beside you, his shoulder almost brushing against yours. “More than happy,” he replied. You turned your head the other way, not wanting to look in his direction, even if you couldn’t see him. You sensed he was smiling from the tone of his voice. He enjoyed this—teasing you.

Even if he couldn’t see it, he knew he was getting under your skin, and it pleased him. Although he could’ve found other ways to connect with you, this playful sparring felt right to him. Besides, your reactions amused him.

"Pouting, are we?" JJ teased. He liked the quiet and the dark. Even if he couldn’t see you, he still felt your presence, your shoulder barely brushing against his.

“Not at all,” you replied, making JJ chuckle. He couldn’t help but enjoy every minute he spent with you. Your way of responding to him was entertaining, but deep down, he knew—you enjoyed this back-and-forth too.

You didn’t like the darkness. You weren’t scared, but you didn’t love it. JJ, right now, was your distraction. You’d been watching him or the boat to keep your mind off things, but since the flashlight had turned off, the heaviness inside you began creeping back. You couldn’t tell if your eyes were open or closed, and all you could think about was the day’s events.

Absentmindedly, your hand drifted to your stomach, as if feeling it might help you make the right choice. But the feeling you’d expected didn’t come. You felt nothing at all.

What am I gonna do?

Fears were starting to creep in. You didn't know if they'd be there for you if you went through with this, but you hoped you could overcome it. You were strong, ambitious, and capable of handling things on your own. If, of course, you wanted to. But did you even want it? Were you ready to bring a child into this world at twenty?

"Listen to yourself," JJ’s voice startled you. You turned to him, unsure of what he meant, and a small murmur slipped from his lips. Was he reading your mind?

"You asked what you’re going to do. Listen to yourself. Your body, your choice." JJ’s voice was close. You had turned to his side and didn’t expect to be this near. His breath was almost brushing your face.

"Rafe doesn’t want it," you said without thinking. Again. Yet you couldn't help but see JJ as a sort of mentor. He wasn’t on anyone’s side. He was an independent observer. "What would you do? If you were pregnant?"

At that, JJ’s laughter echoed through the woods. It was so loud that it made you jump a little, and you sensed him holding his stomach—not for the same reason, of course, but it looked like he was almost cringing. Not exactly an appropriate question, but—he needed to understand. Without meaning to, despite the difficult situation, you smiled. Laugh really was infectious.

"First off," he began, still chuckling, "Who the hell is Rafe to ask me to get an abortion? Second, fuck his opinions. He can shove it right back where it came from. And third—and this is the last point—as long as I want it, no one can make me do anything I don’t want to do." You didn’t usually like swearing, but coming from him, it was funny. You hadn't expected those answers, but then again, you’d thrown him a question out of the blue. It was fair.

"Besides, sorry, beauty, but I can’t get pregnant." You couldn’t help thinking how clueless some guys were sometimes. You’d meant what would he do if he were in your shoes. Of course, you knew he couldn’t get pregnant. You weren’t that dumb.

But JJ wasn’t dumb either. He just liked to mess with you.

No one could tell you what to do. You were the one carrying this baby. Abortion was your choice, and so was giving birth. You’d decide. Tonight, you’d know what you wanted. You might stumble at first, you might be afraid, but you’d make your choice.

It had been a long day. As the beginning of a headache began to make itself known, you leaned into the touch of JJ’s shoulder. Your lips parted, but only air came out instead of words.

You appreciated his words. Though you were two completely different people, from opposite sides, he’d supported you. He’d brought you back to yourself. Neither of you would call this helping, but it was. JJ had been there for you when no one else was.

So, without thinking, you said, "Thank you." And you meant it. You didn’t mutter it, nor did you look away. If there’d been light between you, you’d have looked right into his eyes.

JJ wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t even know what to say, but he took a deep breath. When you leaned into him, he leaned back. Now, your shoulders were fully touching. He didn’t know if he’d do this with the lights on, but the lights were off, and there was no need.

The unknown, dark path was terrifying. But it would pass. It would light up eventually—maybe with an object, maybe with a person, or perhaps even with a baby…

You couldn’t enjoy life by standing around, waiting in fear. You couldn’t let your paranoia stand in the way of living. This was your life, and you were the one in control. Your fears and anxieties were temporary; they’d go away, and in the end, you’d be left with yourself. This was your life. You had a life to live. Stay in the moment.

JJ took a deep breath. You both fell silent. There wasn’t much left to say. "Of course," he almost whispered, but you heard it completely in the stillness and quiet between you.

As your eyes slowly closed, you took deep breaths. The only scent you caught was salt and the sea.

You lay together until dawn, sprawled out in place. JJ would occasionally wake up and just lie there, only to fall back asleep, but you never stirred. It was as if you were lying on a queen’s bed.

When the sun’s rays started to creep into your eyes, JJ was the first to wake up. He moved to put the boat back in place. When he accidentally woke you, he muttered a small apology. You’d have woken up to any engine sound anyway, but he hadn’t meant to wake you. The two of you moved to the captain’s side as you tried to wake up and gather yourself. You didn’t chat much. JJ took you back to the old pier and helped you out of the boat.

After making sure there was nothing left behind, you took the water he offered without hesitation.

You muttered a few complaints about possibly getting bitten by bugs again, which JJ found amusing. A few cars passed by as you walked, and together you headed back to the beach where you’d been yesterday.

As you reached the entrance, JJ’s eyes wandered to the sea. You wondered if you should just leave him. You didn’t know what to do. To avoid making the situation more awkward, you looked away and gazed around. "Nice weather," he said, still looking around, but the ocean was his main focus.

"I have a change of clothes. Do you want to swim?" Your eyes shifted to the ocean he mentioned, your mouth opening and closing. If he wanted to see you go swimming in your underwear, he was in for a surprise. But you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized he meant clothes.

Fuck it.

"Let’s go." You left him behind as you walked toward the ocean. Without hesitation, you took off your shoes and socks as JJ, trailing behind, looked at you in awe. "Come on!" you shouted. A smile played on your lips. He smiled back, then quickly followed, dropping his bag near where your shoes were and tossing his shirt on the ground. He already had swim shorts on. You didn’t.

You took off your red shorts, tossed them with the other clothes, and walked toward the water. You couldn’t go in naked, but a T-shirt would work. JJ seemed just as eager.

The coldness of the water made you both shiver the moment you stepped in. It felt like something you had to do. "If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you," you said as you waded in deeper. JJ laughed, looking at you as you both continued shivering.

"We know a lot about each other. Isn’t that sweet…” Then he shrieked when you splashed water at him. Even though you were soaked, you hadn’t yet adjusted to the water. As you splashed him back, he scrunched up his face at the feel of water on his bare skin and tried to back away.

"No! No!" JJ yelled, but you didn’t stop. As you kept drenching him, he finally dipped himself underwater, unable to handle your relentless game. Smiling mischievously, you looked around to see where he’d resurface. He was nowhere to be seen.

Then he grabbed you by the legs and pulled you down, cutting off your scream as you went under.

That mother fucker.

He’d outplayed you.

As soon as you emerged, you pushed your hair back and looked around. JJ was already in front of you, catching his breath and fixing his hair, smiling. "Didn’t like that, did you?" he asked, moving toward you, still smiling, showing his dimples. Just as you raised your hands to splash him again, he caught your wrists and pulled you close.

"I didn’t like it either."

Then, he splashed you in the face and bolted away. You didn’t feel like yourself, and JJ didn’t seem like JJ. There were no names, no titles, no telling who was from where—you just had fun. You didn’t even notice, but you felt like you had nothing to worry about anymore. You lived in the moment.

You weren’t sure what had changed within you, but it felt like everything had shifted. You didn’t know how long you’d been in the water until a few people appeared in the distance, and as the area grew busier, you and JJ left the water. He gave you another shirt. You put on your own shorts and sweatshirt. He walked with you until you got to your path home and turned to you as you were about to part.

"Not very Kook-like, but I’m sure you didn’t hate it as much as you say." No, it wasn’t Kook-like. You were sure of that. And yes, you might have hated it just a little. But you didn’t tell him that. You smiled, feeling the chill on your face from your wet hair.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and said, “Take care.”

He was right. What mattered was you—your choices, your life.

Nodding to acknowledge him, you started walking toward home while JJ headed off toward John B’s place. Would you have had as much fun alone? Probably not, but here you were, laughing and living a bit more freely thanks to someone you’d never expected.

As you walked through your front gate, you were startled by the people waiting outside the door: your dad, your mom, and the sheriff. There was a whole lineup of officers, as if you’d been kidnapped or something. When your eyes met your mother’s, you could see her tears and the redness from crying, which made your heart twist painfully. She rushed over and wrapped her arms around you, her hands softly rubbing your back.

You didn’t want to listen to anyone. Without saying a word to either your mom or dad, you headed straight to your room. There on your bed was your phone, and you saw that you had a few unread messages—from your mom and dad, of course. They must have stopped messaging once they realized you’d left your phone behind. Even Rafe had sent you a few texts, as well as a couple of your friends.

But you didn’t care about what Rafe had to say. It was more of the same—messages about “thinking of your best interests” and a whole lot of other nonsense. He could go straight to hell for all you cared. It was you against the world. Even if you were alone, you could handle this. You were strong, and you’d get through everything just fine. You didn’t need anyone’s support; just your own belief in yourself.

So, fuck him.

You

Keeping the baby.

seen.

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texting with boyfriend jj, part 3!! 🫶 part 2

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back for season 4, baby 🗺️

how are ya guys doing? i'm literally about to watch season 4 right now!! so excited, how is it so far? 🌊

[grapejuice32]

Fight For Us : Part 2

Fight for us series here reader x undecided

warnings: brief mention of a toxic family

In which you and Rafe have been together for years until one day you catch him cheating on you. He begs you not to leave him and so you tell him that he needs to fight for you and your relationship. Upon leaving him you have nowhere to stay but with The Pogues, their lifestyle shows you what your life can be and it leads you realise that maybe you don't love Rafe the way you used to anymore, prompting you to wonder if he's even worth forgiving.

The solitude of your hotel room was meant to do you good, was meant to give you time to think and process what had happened between you and Rafe, to help you come to terms with what he had done with you. You had expected to feel some sort of clarity or to have some peace of mind, but all you felt was lost. The love of your life, had been cheating on you for four months, with another woman, a beautiful one at that. He could breathe with her, that's what he said, that you were too stressful, that the relation ship was a lot of work. But what if that wasn't his only reason, what if he had grown bored of you, what if he didn't find you as attractive as he used to? But he still wanted you, he told you he still loved you, that he didn't want to lose you. But what if he was trying to spare your feelings? What if you weren't good enough for him anymore?

The few days alone had pushed you into a further state of distress than you had originally been in, and usually you'd go to Rafe to find solace in him, but you knew that would only throw you into a deeper sense of duress. Most of your friends were Rafe's friends, Topper always had your back, but it didn't feel like you could go to him for this, not when he was probably busy trying to reel Rafe in and get him somewhat back on track. You hadn't expected to feel so isolated, you weren't sure where to go, you couldn't really even go home, your relationship with your family was an odd one and was admittedly rather toxic, it wasn't an environment you wanted to voluntarily throw throw yourself back into. It left you with only one group on your mind, you had friends in The Pogues, or in Sarah and Pope, at least. The others were too busy judging you for your choices in a boyfriend, not that you could blame them, especially not now.

That was how you found yourself walking up the drive to their surf shop upon returning from the mainland, your small bag thrown over your shoulder, carrying only the that you'd picked up. You tentatively entered the shop, pleased to find Sarah stood at the counter, her face lighting up but carrying an equally confused look upon seeing you approach, your eyes slightly swollen from the years you'd shed over the past few days. "Hi," your voice was soft, and smaller than Sarah thought she'd ever heard it, she gave you a kind and sympathetic smile, news travelled fast in the Outer Banks, "do you um, do you maybe have somewhere for me to stay?"

"Oh my god, yeah of course," she instantly nodded, "I'll have to go and talk to the others about it and check, but I'll make it work. Just, just wait here, okay?"

She was quick to leave the surf shop, leaving you leaning on against the counter as you took in the contents of the shop, you weren't sure how long you were waiting there before Sarah came back, but when she did, it was with a smile on her face, "Yeah, you're welcome to stay. You'll have to take the couch though, we haven't got anything else."

Despite any negative feelings that The Pogues may or may not have held towards you, they welcomed you with open arms. The next few of days introduced to a new way of living, it was so laid back and yet everyday felt full and well spent, whether you'd been surfing at the beach, manning the surf or bait shop, or just relaxing while smoking and drinking beers, you'd never felt more fulfilled. But you couldn't deny that you missed Rafe, it was a week after you'd started staying at 'Poguelandia' as the house had been named, that you were all sat around a bonfire and the topic of what happened between you and Rafe got brought up. You had only sighed and stared into the fire, "I still love him, I know it's stupid, but I do. And it's not over between us, just, we're just taking time apart, to work things out, you know?"

From the corner of you eye you could see the looks they all sent to each other at your words, it was Kie who spoke up first, "Has he even tried to contact you since you left?" You bit your lip and remained silent for a moment, because honestly, yes he had, well for the first day and a half anyway, the messages had all consisted of things like, 'baby, please, I'm sorry' or 'come back and we can work this out'. But after a couple of days he just...gave up, well the was until an hour or so ago when he messaged you again, it had read, 'Seriously, you're a Pogue now? You're being childish, come see me so we can work this out like adults.' The news about where you were staying had obviously spread, so in response to Kie, you just shook your head, "Not really."

For a while after that, it was just the sound of the burning wood crackling before you began speaking, sill not lifting your head to meet any of their eyes, "I knew something was up, but I just, I thought it was stress or that he just wanted some space, we had only been living together for a few months before he started acting weird. I just thought maybe he wanted more time to hand out with other people, I didn't think that-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, "but then the way he was acting started to affect everything, even down to, you know. That's when I started catching on, that maybe there was someone else, but I di-I didn't think he'd be having an affair." You paused again to take a sip from your beer, "But now, now I can't help but wonder if there were others, before her."

"Maybe you should talk to him, or like, one of his friends?" Sarah, suggested and you nodded, glancing up at her and taking in the pitiful look in her eyes. So you pulled out your phone and messaged Topper, he was quick to respond, as he always was.

You : who is she?

T : her name's Sofia, she works at the bar at the club.

You : did you know about them?

T : no, I'd have told you if I did.

You : have there been others?

T : I don't know, you'll have to ask him.

You : thanks, T.

So you took his advice and messaged Rafe, asking him to meet you for lunch tomorrow, to which he agreed quickly, telling you to meet him at the club at 12. It wasn't long after that, that you all started clearing off to bed, Sarah and John B the first to go, their hands all over each other. You were the last to go, following shortly after JJ. It took you a while to sleep, tossing and turning on the couch as your stomach clenched with nerves for seeing Rafe the following day. After an hour of sleeplessness you groaned and walked into the kitchen to get a drink, huffing when you looked at the time on your phone, it read 2:24am. "Can't sleep?" came JJ's voice all of a sudden, taking you completely off guard and causing you to nearly drop your glass.

"No, you?" You turned to face him, taking in his appearance, tousled hair and only in boxers. "Nah," he shook his head, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest, "thought you'd be asleep by now though, you looked tired earlier. Something on your mind?"

"Um," you cleared your throat, copying his movements and crossing your arms over your own chest, conscious of the fact that you were wearing no bra under your shirt, "I'm meeting Rafe for lunch, and I just, I'm just anxious about it is all."

You watched him nod, the moon shining through the window highlighting his jawline, "Yeah, well he's an asshole so, if it goes south give a call, aight? One of us will come and get you."

His gaze on you was gentle, and you smiled, "Thanks, it means a lot." But he shook his head in dismissal, "Don't mention it," he pushed off of the counter and started to leave the kitchen to head back upstairs, "try and get some sleep."

You finished your water, leaving the glass beside the sink as you heard his steps retreat, silently you made your way back to the couch and rubbed your hands over your face, able to fall asleep now with nothing but the kindness of the group who'd welcomed you with open arms on your mind.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

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[elycetellsall]

mom and dad

[evermorx89]

guys i really do loves rafe, but pisses me of so much when everyone say that the pogues are excluding him i in the last episode of obx4 and trying make him a victim like???? have you all forgotten about the shits that hi did to them? he try do drowning his OWN sister, he beaten pope so hard in season 1 for ABSOLUTELY nothing, and melted down the cross of pope ancestors, make jonh b getting accused of peterkin death and more a lot of things that i can’t even remember now. i love rafe, and i’m real happy that he’s getting a better person and are trying to do the things rigth but don’t act like he’s the victim with the pogues, they’re all right to not wanting getting closer of him.

[amandabbbbb]

thinking about dark!rafe who manipulates pogueprincess!reader!!! she’s so pretty and sweet he does everything and anything to be around her all the time. she’s literally the only one who gives him attention and he can’t let that go or he will go insane. he gets pissed off everytime she hangs out with her pogue friends since they take up all her time and she loves them but in his eyes they aren’t worthy to be around her or be loved by her, only he is. so rafe bullies the fuck out of her pogue friends. making up rumours about them and calling them dirty pogues but doesn’t let her see or know. they finally tell her they don’t want to be around her anymore bc of rafe and she tries to break up with rafe. he literally won’t let her and convinces her that they were lying and were just jealous and didn’t understand their connection. he plants doubts in her mind, making her believe that distancing herself from them is the right choice.

“you don’t need them, princess. they were holding you back. but I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

ahhh that was so stupid but it was my first time writing so don’t bully me pls

[janesarahspidey]

[rothpie]

❝INHERITANCE❞

MASTERLIST -`✮´- Marriage of Convenience; JJ Maybank x Kook!Brat!Reader

Summary: The rebellious child of a noble family, the one destined to carry on the family name. Yet you found yourself cut out of the inheritance—punishment for your spoiled, arrogant attitude. Your grandfather clearly disapproved of your behavior and set conditions for you to regain your place in his will: you had to correct your behavior and get married to satisfy his expectations. The plan seemed simple; You should marriage to please your grandfather, and JJ needed the money.

Warnings: arranged marriage, inheritance conflict, class divide, financial tension, slow-burn romance, emotional manipulation, toxic family dynamics, complex family expectations, jealousy, themes of self-discovery, mutual pining, fake relationship turning real, mild angst, occasional humor, and exploration of Kook-Pogue social divides.

Ep1

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SAVE ME

Summary: you and JJ finally come forward with your feelings for each other.

Warning: SMUT. Unprotected piv.

A/N: I’m a whore for JJ Maybank. Sorry if it’s shit, and sorry for the abrupt ending it’s really late 🥲🫶🏻

The sun had just started its slow descent behind the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Outer Banks. It was picturesque—a scene straight out of a postcard—yet everything around me felt like it was unraveling. I had just left the town council meeting when chaos erupted. My one of my best friends JJ Maybank was at his absolute worst.

I had to get to him before the police did. It took all but 5 minutes to spot him in town. He was the embodiment of the wild spirit that thrived in all of us pogues; blonde hair tousled and eyes glimmering with a mix of fury and reckless defiance. With every swing of that wooden baseball bat, the glass shattered, sending echoes through the quiet streets. My heart raced not just with fear for him but with a sadness. There was something exhilarating about JJ—his antics, his bravery, his reckless abandonment. But this, this wasn’t the JJ I knew; this was a version engulfed in rage and despair.

"JJ!" I shouted, my voice slicing through the sound of breaking glass. He whipped around, breath ragged, eyes blazing like a stormy ocean.

"What are you doing here? You need to get out of here!" he yelled, his voice laced with anger, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite place.

Before I could respond, the wailing call of police sirens echoed through the air. My gut instinct kicked in. “Just come with me!” I yelled, desperately grabbing his hand, pulling him into motion before he could protest. For a fleeting moment, I felt the warmth of his skin against mine, electrifying and terrifying. In his eyes, I saw both anger and fear; it was as if he feared losing control even more than he feared getting caught.

He didn’t resist as I dragged him into my car; his defiance had been stripped away by the overwhelming reality of our situation. I slammed the gas and the tires screeched in protest, sending us careening down familiar backroads toward the safety of my parents' house. The ride was thick with an unsaid tension.

JJ sat in the passenger seat, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of my seat, his breath still heavy. I could feel frustration radiating off him in waves. It was a mixture of fury, shame, and confusion. He was a storm of emotion. The silence stretched between us, punctuated only by the thrum of the engine and the incessant clicking of the turn signal. Minutes felt like hours as I replayed what had just happened in my head. If I were honest, a part of me found my heart racing not just from the chaos, but from being this close to him—out of everything that revolved around JJ, I was just glad he was alive.

I finally pulled up outside my house “What are we doing?” he finally broke the silence, his voice calmer now but still laced with that simmering anger.

“You’re hiding out here. This is where you’re safe,” I answered, my voice firm, tinged with an emotion I barely understood myself.

His brows furrowed, confusion and disbelief etched across his handsome face. “I can’t! I don’t want to bring you down with me.”

My heart dropped at those words. I could feel my cheeks heat as I met his fiery blue eyes. “JJ, I don’t care about any of that. You’re my friend. More than that, I—”

I stopped myself. I was teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to reveal the truth I had kept locked away for far too long. But the moment was interrupted as the sirens grew louder, closing in like a noose. He inhaled sharply, his eyes darting toward the sound.

“Come on,” I said, pushing him out of the car. “You promised me you’d be there for me. Just let me be there for you tonight.”

Reluctantly, he followed me inside. I could feel the weight of his silence, a storm brewing behind the facade of bravado he usually wore so confidently. The moment we stepped into my small living room, the atmosphere shifted; the events outside were deafening thoughts drowning in a hazy mix of adrenaline and concern.

I motioned for him to sit, needing to breathe, needing a moment to collect myself before diving into whatever was brewing in JJ's chaotic mind. He sat on the old couch, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, wrestling with the weight of his decisions.

“Why do you care so much?” he finally asked, looking up at me with a mix of gratitude and despair. “I mean, I’m just... a mess.”

“I care because you’re not just a mess, JJ.” My voice softened, and I found the courage to let my feelings spill out. “You’re so much more than that. You protect everyone, always putting your friends first. You’re fiercely loyal. You have a heart of gold buried under all the chaos.”

His eyes searched mine, vulnerability shining through the cracks of his facade. I felt the air thicken with tension as the moment hung between us, ripe with unsaid words.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice wavering. “I don’t know how to navigate this... all of this. I’m used to running away.”

“Then don’t.” I stepped closer, a surge of determination coursing through me. “Stay. Just tonight. Let me help you figure this out.”

For the first time, a flicker of something softer crossed his features. Under all his anger and bravado, there was the boy I had admired from a distance, the one I secretly loved—the one who needed help.

JJ took a deep breath, exhaling slowly like he was releasing the weight of the world. “Alright, but only for tonight. I can’t get you or the others mixed up in all of this.”

“That’s my decision to make. I wanna help you,” I said, my heart racing at the sincerity in his eyes. I led him up the creaky wooden stairs to my bedroom, my heart racing.

JJ sat on the edge of the bed, His hands had sustained multiple small cuts from all the shattered glass. I wanted to tend to those wounds.

I walked into the adjoining bathroom, the floorboards creaking under my bare feet. I ran the faucet, filling a small basin with warm water, and grabbed a soft washcloth. As I walked back to him, I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes.

Kneeling in front of him, I positioned myself between his thighs, feeling his warmth radiate towards me. His scent, a mix of the ocean and something uniquely him, filled my senses, making my head spin. I gently took his hands in mine, examining the tiny cuts on his rough palms and fingers. I felt a rush of tenderness for this man who had endured so much.

As I dipped the washcloth into the warm water, JJ's eyes never left me. There was a silent understanding between us, a connection that went beyond words. I cleaned his hands carefully, wiping away the traces of blood and dirt, my touch gentle and soothing. I could feel his eyes burning into me, his gaze intense and full of unspoken words.

When I finished, I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his deep, blue ones. A small smile played on my lips as I saw the mixed emotions reflected in his eyes. Before I could say a word, he leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that took my breath away.

His kiss was hungry, demanding, and filled with pent-up feelings. I melted into it, my body responding instinctively to his. His lips were soft yet insistent, and I could taste the saltiness of his skin, mingled with the sweetness of mouth. After what felt like forever, he pulled away, his breath warm on my face.

His eyes sparkled with unshed tears. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb gently brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I held my breath, waiting, wanting, and needing to hear what he had to say.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. Those three words sent a jolt through my body, igniting a fire in me. I felt my face flush, and my eyes widened in surprise and pure joy. The JJ Maybank just said he loved me.

Overwhelmed with my own emotions, I leaned forward, capturing his lips again. This time, I took control, pouring all my love and emotions into the kiss. I tasted the salt of his tears as they spilled onto my lips, and it only fueled me further. Our tongues danced, exploring and claiming.

Breaking away, we both struggled to catch our breath. I looked into his eyes, my own now brimming with tears. "I love you too," I whispered, my voice trembling. His smile, so beautiful, lit up his entire face.

With a gentle tug, he pulled me to straddle his lap. I could feel his dick pressing against me, as I starting against it. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He pushed my dress up to my hips, and he untied my bathing suit bottoms.

He tossed them to the floor, before kissing me again, nipping my bottom lip in the process. I whined against his lips, as he guided my hips back and forth over him. He shoved his face back into my neck. "Ride me, baby," he whispered, his voice gravelly with need.

I wasted no time, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling him out. I almost groaned at the sight of him. I positioned myself, taking him in slowly, feeling every inch of his thick length filling me. I gasped as he stretched me, a delicious pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I began to ride him, my body moving in a slow rhythm.

"That's it, baby." he groaned, his hands squeezing my hips roughly. "You feel so fucking good." His words spurred me on, and I picked up the pace. He reached out, pulling my dress completely off. He all but ripped my swimsuit top off eyeing my breasts as they bounced with each thrust. I leaned forward, my hands braced on his shoulders, as I took him deeper, riding him faster.

His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, and leaving a trail of fire on my skin. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice rough and breathless. "My sweet, sweet girl." His praise only fueled my confidence, and I rode him harder, desperate to please him, to show him how much I loved him.

As my orgasm built, he suddenly flipped me onto my stomach, his strong arms easily maneuvering my small frame. I gasped, my face pressed into the soft pillow, my ass in the air, offering myself to him. He positioned himself behind me, his hard length sliding between my wet folds, seeking entry.

With one powerful thrust, he filled me from behind, claiming me, making me his. I cried out, my voice muffled by the pillow, as he pounded into me, his hips slamming against my ass. "You like that, huh?" he grunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "You love my cock inside you don't you?"

His words, so raw and filthy, only heightened my pleasure. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, ready to explode.

"Cum for me, mama," JJ groaned, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel that sweet pussy cum around my dick." His filthy words pushed me over the edge, and I came undone, my body shaking as waves of pleasure rippled through me. I cried out, my release intense and satisfying, my pussy pulsating around his throbbing cock.

JJ continued to thrust, his own release building. He pulled out suddenly, his hands gripping my hips, and flipped me onto my back. His eyes, wild with desire, took in my wanton display, my body still quivering from my orgasm. He spread my legs wide, exposing my glistening pussy, and dove down, his tongue replacing his cock.

His mouth devoured me, his tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh, sending me spiraling into another climax. "Good girl," he murmured against my throbbing clit, his breath hot and moist. "One more baby." His skilled tongue and fingers brought me to the brink once more, and I cried out, my body arching off the bed as I surrendered to the pleasure.

He rose above me, his cock glistening with my wetness, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he slid back inside, filling me completely. He began to move, his pace slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. "I love you, Y/N," he panted, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so fucking much."

His words, spoken between ragged breaths, sent a new wave of desire coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

As his orgasm built, our movements became more frantic, our breaths coming in short gasps. "Cum with me, baby," I pleaded, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, JJ, I need you."

His eyes rolled back as he thrust into me one final time, his body tensing, and he exploded inside me, his hot seed filling me. I came again, my pussy milking him.

Exhausted and fulfilled, we collapsed in a heap, our bodies still intertwined. JJ's heavy frame pressed me into the soft mattress, his heart pounding against my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, my lips finding his in a soft, tender kiss.

[shojizbae]

JJ Dating a Kook

JJ picked up a job caddying at a golf course

He makes good tips for the first two months

One day he is assigned to a caddy for a mother, father and daughter

He expects some rich little 9 year old with her head up her ass

Enter you, beautiful, graceful, kind, and damn good at golf

He blushes (for the first time since he was 12 and found his dads nudie mag) when you accidentally brush his knuckles when he hands you your nine iron

Your dad, who’s the typical rich overprotective Kook dad, noticed this and tries to stiff him on a his tip

You noice that he only hands him a 50 for putting up with your parents nonsense for four hours

You point out one of your dads work buddies and your parents drift over to chit chat

You grab your dads wallet and pull a handful of twenties and shout that you need the rest room before you leave

You run over to JJ where he’s parking the golf cart he’d just driven y’all around on when you approach him

He jumps up and removes the course company hat to greet you

“My dad’s an asshole, here’s the rest of your tip.” You hand him the hand and he numbly receives it

“Thanks,” he chuckles and puts his hat back in his head. When he gets home and counts it he realizes that you had tipped him $240

“I feel like I’ve seen you at a bonfire,” he looks up for the wad that he was trying g to approximate

“Yeah, I go to most of them,” he takes his eyes down to the salmon skort you were wearing, it matched your hat

“I hope I’ll see you at the one this Saturday,” you giggle and skip away leaving him stunned

He does see you that Saturday. You were standing my the fire in black sweatpants and a royal blue bikini top. arms crossed with a red solo cup loosely held in your fingers

The fire made you look so radiant

He down the rest of his PBR and grabbed two more. The lion enters the den.

“Whatever that is looks like shit,” he hands you one of the beers he’s holding.

“Kinda” you throw back the final swig and toss the cup into the flames. You receive the glass bottle with half smile and look back into the fire to watch the cup melt “Thanks JJ”

His heart sings you remembered him!

You going golfing again soon?” It’s the only thing you two have in common so far

“No, I don’t get out often. My parents don’t want me out of the house without supervision. They have no idea I’m here, think I’m at the gym.”

“At,” he checks his phone “11:40?”

“Yeah,” you bite the cap of your beer off and spit it away from JJ “they’re kinda naive”

You spend the rest of the night huddled up to his furnace like body cracking jokes about pogues and kooks alike

Surprisingly you’re back at the golf course 3 days later. This time donning a shorter navy blue skort and a gray polo. You request explicitly for Jj to be your caddy

You had convinced your dad to let you go alone.

You flirt with him the whole time he’s driving you around the course. Purposefully grabbing his hand when he hands you a club. Resting your hand on his thigh as he drives. Readjusting the company hat he’s wearing. He may have cute hair but he can’t hide his cute face with it.

When you're in a secluded part of the course, you make out against the golf cart for a few minutes. Having accidentally hit into some surrounding woods

[cutielando]

it’s going to be okay | j.m.

synopsis: in which you give JJ hope that things are going to get better

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When you received a call from JJ asking you to pick him up from his place at 1 in the morning, you couldn't help but panic.

Getting into your car and speeding down there, your mind was racing and your palms were sweating. This was definitely not the first time you had received this kind of call from JJ, but you couldn't help but panic every single time.

You didn't know what to expect when you pulled into his driveway, but once you saw him sitting on the porch with his head in his hands, you knew it was nothing good.

"Babe, what's wrong?" you asked once you had exited the car and stopped in front of him.

He was still silent, his breathing deep and harsh.

"JJ, you're scaring me. What happened?" you asked again, this time in a much lower voice.

You crouched down in front of him, softly putting your hand on his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling of you touching him, but relaxed soon after once his body registered your soft touch.

When he looked up at you and you saw his bloody nose and the bruises already forming on the side of his jaw and under his eye, you gasped in shock.

"It's not as bad as it looks like" he commented, trying to shrug the whole thing off and downplay the entire situation.

"Who did this to you?" your voice was no louder than a whisper, the words getting stuck in your throat.

You couldn't believe that someone could hurt him like this, how someone could even think about laying a hand on him. He had such a big heart, he was so special to everyone around him, seeing him like this made your blood boil.

"It was nobody, don't worry about it" you could tell from his voice that he was holding back tears, something he tended to do a lot.

You were about to put up a fight and insist, but seeing his broken expression was enough to make you let it go. You had learned over the years that it was never a wise decision to pressure JJ into talking about what he had on his mind.

He would eventually come to you, and you just had to be patient.

"Come on, let's go home and get you cleaned up" you helped him get into your car, your heart breaking when you heard him hiss and clutch his ribs.

The ride to your house was silent, neither of you daring to speak. Your mind was racing as hell, adrenaline pumping through your veins when you thought about your boyfriend being hurt by someone.

You didn't even realize you had made it home until you were faced with your garage, which was empty. Your parents weren't home, thankfully.

It wouldn't be the first time they would see JJ in this state, but you knew JJ didn't want them seeing him like that, seeing him vulnerable. He was supposed to be the strong one, not the other way around.

"Come on" your voice was soft as you looked at JJ, who was not making eye contact with you. He was staring straight ahead, his lip wobbling as he tried to keep his feelings inside.

You got out of the car and helped him walk up the stairs to your room, going slowly as to not cause him any more pain.

The door to your bathroom was open, so JJ silently walked over and sat on the edge of the bathtub, patiently waiting for you to come back with your first aid kit.

Just like you always did for him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you asked once you appeared and took out a cloth and some betadine. Your voice was still small, not wanting to spook him or make him uncomfortable.

You dabbed the cloth in the little bottle and stood between his legs, your hand hovering over his cuts.

"I..." he started but stopped as soon as the cloth made contact with his skin. He hissed loudly, the sting of his cuts making the words die out in his throat.

He should have been used to it, you would patch him up at least once a week or every 2 weeks. But this time, his father really did a number on him.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be quick" you said and proceeded to clean his cuts as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"It was my dad" he spoke after you finished, his voice so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

"What? Your dad did this to you?" you were in disbelief. You couldn't believe his own father could hurt him like that.

Tears started forming in the corner of your eyes, the information having hit you like a ton of bricks. How could a father do hat to his own child?

How did you fail to see it? See how broken JJ truly was, how uncomfortable he seemed to get whenever someone mentioned his home. How could you have missed all the signs?

"Hey, don't cry, I'm okay" he tried to get up and comfort you, but the pain in his ribs and stomach prevented him from doing that.

You didn't say anything but closed the gap between you and hugged him tightly to your body, making sure not to squeeze him too tightly.

You silently cried into his shoulder, one of your hands in his hair and the other rubbing soothing circles on his back. He hugged you weakly, trying to hold in a pained moan that was threatening to leave his throat.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I should've realized he was hurting you sooner, I didn't know. I'm so sorry you had to go through this" you whispered over and over again, tears continuously falling down your cheeks.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay. I didn't want you to know, it's my fault" he comforted you, placing a kiss under your ear.

It amazed you how selfless he was. Even now, when he was hurting and he just needed someone there, he still tried to comfort you and make sure you're okay.

"You're okay now, baby. He's not going to hurt you anymore because you're not going to that house again, do you hear me?" you slightly pulled away from the hug, instead holding his face in your hands to make sure he was listening to you.

"I can't, I don't have anywhere to go. John B needs his space, I can't hang out there all the time" his voice is so quiet, like he is afraid of speaking any louder.

"You're going to stay here with me, okay? My parents adore you, they will be over the moon of having you here all the time, and you'll be keeping me company when they're not home. Please?" you pulled your best puppy dog face you could muster, knowing that he won't be able to resist you.

Just as expected, he nodded and manages to crack a small smile, a sight which warmed your heart.

"I don't deserve you" he spoke next, making your stare harden.

"You do, stop saying that. You deserve me and everything good that life has to offer. You're perfect, JJ, and anyone who doesn't think that is not worth it"

He chewed the inside of his lip while looking at you, trying not to break in front of you because of how grateful he was.

"Okay" he finally said, squeezing your waist in his hands. "I love you"

"I love you too"

You closes the gap between you, your lips finding home with each other.

Nothing was alright right now. The bruises and cuts covering JJ's body were proof of that. But with time, everything was going to be okay.

You were both going to be okay.

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