#jj boyfriend

[rafesfavgirl]

the palm of your freezing hand — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. this could technically be part 2 or 3, depending on how much of this little series you've read (or if you’re not into reading smut). either way, thank you for coming along for the ride. i hope you like it :)

❝ oh, goddamn my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ❞

pairing: friend!rafe x pogue!reader

context: it's been three weeks since you found out jj cheated on you, and a week since you hooked up with rafe.

words: 1.4k+

warnings: fwb situationship, mean!jj (just for the sake of the story, we all know he’s BABY), bitchy!kie (again, just for the story—i adore her), jealous!jj, slut shaming, a little bit of angst, a little bit of blood and violence, fluff. rafe being a menace too, lowkey

you sat on a log at a party in the boneyard—one that you let john b and pope convince you to go to (you felt bad for icing them out for almost three weeks now when they weren't the ones who screwed you over)—staring out towards the ocean in a red bikini top and a pair of jean shorts, sipping on some beer that john b had brought over to you in a red cup.

he was now occupied talking to some blonde touron, sitting up in a tree, while pope talked to some other girl by the keg, and jj and kie chilled with a few other pogues, his arm slung around her shoulder.

so much for claiming to love you—he was just on his knees begging you to forgive him last week. and now, he was here with your best friend—former best friend, anyway. the two of them really had no shame.

pulling your phone out of your pocket, you begin to text rafe.

you: please tell me you're on your way.

rafe: miss me already?

you roll your eyes at his response. last weekend, after your break up with jj, you made the somewhat idiotic decision to hook up with rafe at a kook party on figure eight. you're still not exactly sure how it happened, but the sex was good, so you've kinda formed a sort of friendship with him in a way—with benefits, of course.

the three dots appear again, signaling that he was typing something else, and you wait for the message to come through.

rafe: turn around.

you furrow your brow at the text, but do as you're told and turn around, only to find a smiling rafe standing over you—dressed in a ralph lauren, short-sleeve, white collared shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.

"hey pretty girl," he greets you as you stand.

little did you know, jj was watching from afar, his eyes focused on the way you throw your arms around rafe's neck in a hug, while his hands trailed around your waist to press your body against him.

"what the fuck?" jj mutters beside kie, who snaps her head towards him.

"what's up?" she asked.

"what is he doing here?" jj felt heat rise in his chest, his eyes narrowing at you and rafe.

kie furrowed her brows at him in confusion before following his line of sight to you and rafe a good distance away, you playfully pushing against his chest with a giggle.

"shit," kie says. "i didn't see that coming."

"yeah that makes two of us," jj slams his empty cup down on the ground and stands up without another word, beelining straight for you and rafe.

"so this is why you wanted to break up," you hear jj's familiar voice fill your ears, but it wasn't sweet and sarcastic as usual—it was bitter.

you shift your eyes towards him, causing rafe to turn too, to see what or who had just pulled your attention from him.

"excuse me?" you asked.

"rafe cameron, y/n?" he snarled. "seriously? i thought you knew better than that."

"clearly i don't, considering i trusted you," you spat, causing a scowl to fall over his sharp features. "and by the way, we didn't break up because i wanted to be with rafe. we broke up because you cheated on me."

that makes rafe snap his head towards you—he knew that your relationship didn’t end on good terms, but you never really told him why. "he cheated on you?" 

"with kiara."

a scoff mixed with a snicker leaves rafe's mouth as he looks at jj. "you're an even bigger idiot than i thought."

"look, shut the fuck up, man, a'ight?" jj motions a hand at him. "this isn't about you. this is about you." he turns to you again. "you're really slutting yourself up for this asshole?"

"better than slutting myself up for a cheater," you retort. "and in case you haven't noticed jj, we're broken up. what's it to you if i'm hooking up with someone else?"

"and she is, by the way," rafe throws jj a wink and smirk. "you really fucked up. i mean, really fucked up. the way she feels bro? i don’t know how you coul—"

"shut up, man," jj was getting riled up now, a hand coming up to push rafe back, a deep chuckle falling from rafe's lips as he used both his hands to push jj back.

that's enough to push your ex-boyfriend to the edge as he comes at rafe, causing him to trip over a skinny log as both of them tumble onto the sand. the noise from the tussling only pulls attention from everyone else, john b and pope immediately running over to break the two hot-headed blonds apart.

you really had a type, huh?

"what did you do?" kie comes up beside you, along with a few pogues, kooks, and tourons—who had now formed a makeshift half-circle around the scene.

you look at her, more pissed off at her accusation than rafe and jj fighting. "what makes you think i did anything?"

"you usually always do," she says.

you cross your arms and scoff. "you're one to talk."

"and what's that suppose to mean?"

"it means you were supposed to be my best friend, kiara," you tell her. “and not only did you screw our friendship over, but you did it by fucking my boyfriend. no wonder sarah cameron dropped your ass.”

she purses her lips at you, upset by your mentioning of sarah’s name. “don’t act as if this is just all on me,” she argued. “you were the one who weaseled your way in, and stole him from me.”

“stole him?” you asked, taken aback. she was the one who set you up with him in the first place. “you’ve clearly reached different levels of delusional.”

“you think i'm delusional?" she spat, crossing her arms. "you're hooking up with rafe cameron. do you really think you'll get him to fall for a pogue like you?"

before you could even answer, rafe separates the two of you, bumping into you both as jj pushes him back, and you reach out to steady him.

"you think i'm scared of you, man?" jj shouts at him, john b holding him back.

rafe chuckles and wipes at the little bit of blood beside his now busted lip with his thumb. "i think you should be."

"get your fucking boyfriend, y/n!" jj yells, his eyes shifting from rafe to you.

"you got it," you nod at him with a smile, just to piss him off more—rafe wasn't your boyfriend, but he didn't have to know that. "you wanna get out of here?" you tilt your head up at rafe, who turns his head towards you and smiles. 

"lead the way, doll."

you do as he says, giving kie a small smirk as you walk past her and the makeshift crowd that had formed, everyone's eyes on the two of you.

"so… your boyfriend, huh?" rafe swings an arm around you and squeezes you to his side.

"chill, cameron," you laugh, pushing him away from you playfully. "i only said that to piss him off."

"so i'm just a toy to you then, is that what this is?" he asked, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as you both stop by his truck.

"that depends…" you trail off and turn to face him, your back resting against the passenger door of his truck. "am i just a toy to you?"

"i'm not sure yet," he shrugs, honestly. "i wouldn't have just taken a bloody lip and sand stains on my polo for anyone though."

you giggle and bring your thumb up to swipe at the beige-colored stain on his white shirt. "yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"no worries," he shakes his head, his eyes locking with yours. "i can think of one or two ways you could make it up to me."

"oh, is that so?" you kink a brow at him. "because i can tell you right now i don't have a hundred dollars to spare for a brand new ralph lauren polo shirt."

he leans a hand against his truck, beside your head, and closes the distance between you. "and who said that's what i wanted?"

you tilt your head to the side, an amused smile on your face. "then what did you have in mind?"

"let me take you out on date," he says. "a real one."

part 4.

writing rafe being soft for the reader is literally my favorite thing ever.

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[nemesyaaa]

GIVE ME BACK JOHN B AND JJ AS THE MOST CHAOTIC BESTIE DUO PLEASE 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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[jesschalamet]

The boyfriend is boyfriending 🥰😍

[roxierae]

being jj’s passenger princess after a long day at work was a god send, especially when he treats you exactly how he should…

“can i borrow your lipstick?”

“yeah, it’s somewhere in here.”

the clatter of items from the two girl’s bag’s fills the silence of the dingy bar bathroom, bringing you back to reality as you blink slowly in the mirror, hands gripping the porcelain sink as you sigh.

rude customers and pervy old men, mixed with the heatwave the outer banks was currently suffering was a recipe for disaster, leaving you in a fowl mood all night, counting down the hours until you could stumble into the arms of your boyfriend and into his bed.

at the distant buzz of your phone a wave of relief washes over you. digging around your little shoulder bag, finding lipgloss and a compact mirror before eventually landing on the little buzzing screen, lit up with the name:

jayj♡︎

pressing your back against the wall, you jab at the screen eagerly with your fresh manicure, bringing to phone to your ear, breathing out an exhausted ‘hello?’ as you fiddle with the hem of your uniformed skirt.

“‘m outside, babe.” he hums, the sound of the blinker in the background as he pulls into the parking lot. you nod like he can see you, just happy to hear his voice, settling for a chipper, “okay, coming.”

the click, click, click of your heels against the tarmac speeds up as you approach your boyfriend, arms folded over his chest with that knowing smirk on his face, leaning against the hood of the car.

you practically throw yourself into his waiting arms, leaning your head on his shoulder and nuzzling your face into his neck as he lets out a little chuckle, hands encircling your waist to press you closer to him.

“mm- missed you jayj.” you hum, pulling away to look him in the eyes, his hands sliding lower to rest underneath your skirt, cupping your ass cheeks. “missed you too pretty girl- always do.” he says, titling his head down towards you with a teasing pout.

“c’mon, gimme some sugar.” he smirks, you giggle tiredly, standing up on the toes of your heels the best you could to give him a sweet peck, arms looping around his neck as your glossy lips smush against his. “that new?” he asks absentmindedly when you pull away, running a gentle thumb across your chin to wipe away some excess.

“yeah- got it last week. why? do you like it?” you smile hopefully and he nods, chucking softly as your excited little pout, hands sliding up and down your thighs as he replies, supportive as ever. “damn right- i love it. might buy myself some.” he teases, pouting his now glossy lips at you and you smile. watching him round the car to open your door, gesturing for you to get in.

your cheeks heat up at the gentlemanly act, following his footsteps to hop into the vehicle. “such a gentleman, jayj.” you tease and he nods, reaching for your hand and placing a theatric kiss on. “only for you, m’lady.” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you as giggle at his antics.

he rounds the car to sink into his own seat, turning the key in the ignition and you can’t help admire the way his forearms tense at the action. the car kicks to life and you’re both off.

after driving for five or so minutes, you were getting a little restless, unable to ignore how perfectly his jawline was highlighted by the streetlights, or how the hand he had rested on your thigh was slowly sliding further and further towards where you needed him most.

you weren’t even sure he knew what he knew doing to you, but you couldn’t wait to find out. it was pathetic really, just how easily you could go from 0 to 100, but you were past the point of caring, and all you was for him to make you feel good.

on impulse, you reach for the hand caressing your thigh, his eyes flit to you, unsure of what you’re intention was until he meets your eyes. he could recognise that glazed over needy look anywhere. you drag his hand gently up your body to rest on your tit, which he squeezes hungrily, eyes only half focused on the road. “babe..?” he clears his throat, wondering if he should stop.

the action illicites a pretty little whimper from you, which he takes as motivation to keep you making those noises. he darts his eyes between the busy road and you, legs spread and lips parted, eyes fluttering gently as he rubs a thumb over your pebbled nipple.

navigating the bustle of traffic was a challenge in itself, but now he’d have to multitask, dipping his hand down between your legs, already feeling the warmth radiating off of you. “please, jayj…” you mewl, and he knows the risks. but fortunately for you, jj likes a challenge.

[clairedaring]

Captain Wasan, I can’t promise that we’ll be together forever. But what I can promise you is… you are definitely not just a one-night stand to me.

SPARE ME YOUR MERCY | 1.03

[rafescvntyclubgf]

Toxic - JJ x Rafe x Reader Text Messages

+18

🪄 warnings: Swearing, language, name calling, threats, talking about the reader in an explicit way with an ex

📖 Your current boyfriend Rafe and ex boyfriend JJ hate each other 🤭

[onsunnyside]

thinking of JJ teaching you how to kiss 🥺 starting off with little pecks that slowly drag into short kisses. you try hard to follow his lead, but your inexperience is so painfully obvious 😖

this drabble has been turned into a fic 😋 here’s the masterlist: what friends are for

allow me to set the scene: it’s movie night at the chateau, beers and snacks litter the floor, everyone is tucked under blankets as the opening credits flicker on the television screen.

as the marathon went on, JJ couldn’t help but notice that you’d look away during the sex scenes. as your best friend, he knew you weren’t the most experienced, but kissing? “You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says different. He easily pulls your hands away from your face, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And like you expected, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He coos, pinching your cheek, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

ooohh and when he kisses you: it’s so sweet, so tender. he tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. he’s slow and steady, pressing his forehead against yours while you take a break.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

One of his hands slip behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over, and make you into a pretty mess. So he connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises make you a little tingly 😖 along with him tilting your head to kiss you deeper. “You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your fingers automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb, totally thoughtless, all concerns flying out of your mind and joining the blue birds above your heads.

JJ pulls away, voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, heart fluttering in your chest. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice.”

I just know he’d offer to teach you other things too, all in the realm of pleasure and intimacy 😌

some over the clothes touching, getting hot and heavy in your bedroom after he sneaked in through the window:

“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he coos, rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your juices soaking the poor cotton, “I know it feels good, feels real nice when I play with your pretty pussy, huh?” He can only imagine how you’d taste, “Are you paying attention? You’re gonna have to show me what you learnt after we’re done.”

[girlyrafe]

➤ naive!reader: looks like sugar

౨ৎ notes:: kinda painful to write someone this naive but it’s definitely not a bad thing and I guess she just wants Rafe like the rest of us

⌗rafe drug use

summary:: naive!reader goes to a hang out at toppers with some friends but rafes doing something, something white and twinkling.

It wasn’t your scene, not at all, and you honestly wanted to go home and just hide under the blankets and giggle ridiculously with Rafe, but as soon as you saw the bottle of beer touch his lips, you couldn’t say anything.

Toppers Place was nice, really nice, of course.

It was pretty chill for a kook party, with you standing with some girls you didn’t really know—you were more interested in stealing glances at Rafe, then smiling and looking at your feet.

I mean, who wouldn’t he’s wearing those jeans that were a little too big on him and a white shirt—totally simple but not too you, and his rings that caught your eyes, mhm, they feel nice when he...

you shake your head.

After sipping on a beer you weren’t totally into, you decide to make your way over to Rafe and his friends, in which you lean over the back of the couch just staring at him as he was facing away from you, almost lost in thought just at the site of him.

They were a little rowdy, which kind of made you a little scared.

You weren’t paying attention at all.

Topper was rambling about something but nodded his head towards behind Rafe, which made him turn around to see you.

You instantly grinned. “Hey sugar, what’s wrong, hm?” God, he spoke so softly your previous apprehensions were gone—it made you want to fold. You shake your head and try to look past him.

He took your hand and pulled you round to his side, pulling you next to him with your legs hanging over one of his You lean up to his ear and whisper, “What are you guys doing, angel?”

All you could see sprawled across the table was some beers, money, and something white.

Rafe presses a kiss to your cheek and nibbles on your jaw lightly with a smile, which gave you immense butterflies. “Nothin' sugar, it’s just something to keep me going, y’know?”

Well, you didn’t know, “Um, can I try—I’ve had enough of those girls." You whisper to him and wrap an arm around his neck as one of his snakes around your waist, tracing idle patterns on your stomach and thighs.

Rafe had to hold back from laughing. “Mhmm, as much as I’d love to see what this makes you do, there’s no way sugar—“ You just didn’t get it. You glance back down the powder, scrunching your nose up. “What is it? —looks like sugar, or that sour stuff on those lollipops I like, hm?” Rafe was sure you were joking by now, but he sees that twinkle in your eyes, and the way you stare at him, which tells him otherwise.

“You know what I want to do, sugar?— I want to take you home, so just sit there and look pretty while I finish up.” He then presses a kiss to your cheek, which means you couldn’t help but smile and nod, and he did exactly that. Ten minutes later, you were getting carried out of their giggling and legs swinging—he’s irresistible.

who knows..

── .✦ materialist .ᐟ

©GIRLYRAFE

[girlwhorizzed]

it was usual that you and jj had your mutual disagreements— think of a glitter bomb and water, you being the glitter bomb and jj the water.

you and jj were polar opposites in most ways. his explosive personality and need for constant attention was bound to clash with your more laidback, quiet nature and how you didn’t like to be interrupted every five minutes when trying to get things done— but despite it (or maybe because of it) — you both just felt magnetically drawn to each other.

you might have found the blonde irritating at times but for the most part you enjoyed having fun with him. you found yourself— attracted to his fiery energy, the way you craved drama and being the center of attention in silence. despite the shy reserved attitude you'd kept concealed over the years— jj managed to slither his way into a side to you only he had access to. like a lockpick would a door.

jj's company began to grow accustomed to you, the blonde becoming an essential in your everyday life, he’d as well of got his share of getting to explode this side of you— and he’d quickly picked up on your bratty nature, the little attitude you would always display when you wanted something. he found it annoying most of the time, but he couldn’t help enjoying the attention you gave him to, even if it was only for a moment before you inevitably grew bored and picked a fight with him.

unfortunately for you, his way of dealing with your little ‘attitude’ issues had a way of quickly putting you back in your place; you’d soon find yourself being pinned to the nearest wall, a large hand round your throat as he’d stare down at you. he’d always smirk after this little combo he created resulted in your eyes glossy and nose colored red and runny. now this specific scenario had took action plenty of times— occuring even when he'd been deep inside you, muttering sweet but nothings in your ear, fingers sliding across beneath your nose and over your cheek for comfort, but still you chose to be difficult. complaining over the littlest of things that he was saying wrong, he'd put up with it of course, till he had to stuff fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he worked to the finish line, . if that didn't go the way he imagined it too, well your face was meeting the soft plushies that were placed there for cushion to make sure you were comfortable. not so comfortable now.

times like this sparked out a maturity in jj you were unaware he had, when he'd go all serious on you. and that was happening this second.

“look at me, princess.” his voice had a way of instantly putting you into a trance; your head immediately shooting up to look at him through wide puppy eyes, body frozen as it was pinned under him. “there you go. you gonna sit quiet and listen?” he speaks as his grip on you tightens, enjoying your immediate transformation from a stubborn brat into a shyly obedient girl.

your body felt limp now, brain fuzzy and eyesight growing hazy due to the buildup in tears you'd been holding back— legs practically jelly, to say you were intimidated was an understatement, a sudden remembrance of when you were a young girl hit— the embarrassment of finding the courage to get yourself off the ground after a tantrum in the shop, is what this moment felt like.

your eyes wandered anywhere but his, your teeth met your quivering bottom lip while your face grew hotter then the usual body temperature should. your wandering eyes landed on his biceps that were out and about in that grey muscle shirt— the one you would tug on when it all became to much for you to handle, the one you wish you could dig your nails in now.

sometimes he wondered if you did it intentionally, just for the sake of it — and you always went so pliant for him once your fight had left you. he’d almost feel bad for the way you’d look up at him with such big sad eyes when he knew you’d been playing him. almost. but after taking a moment to admire the change in your expression, he’d keep you in place a little while longer, enjoying the way you’d squirm and wriggle beneath his hand, all bark and no bite. once he was satisfied that his point had finally gotten through to you, he’d let you go, but it hasn't yet clearly if you haven't spoken up yet.

“what? not got so much to say now, smartass?” he said, tilting his head to the side as he’s roughly manhandling you up the wall, forcing you to stand on your toes to get your hands on his wrist. you let out a small squeak at the sudden size adjustment, not anywhere near the height jj was stretching you up to— "m'sorry!"

he hums, not expecting you to give in so quickly — but he lets you drop back onto the bottom of your feet anyway. he doesn’t loosen his grip though, keeping his wrist to the wall as he crowds towards you, pressing the lower half of his body against you. he smirks. “yeah? what you sorry for, princess?” he’s mocking you a little, clearly enjoying seeing you all quiet and pretty, a rare sighting now.your chest is rising and falling quicker than usual, a little breathless as he leans over you, the hand around your neck still there as he pins you to the wall. you don’t respond, just keep your wide eyes on his. he continues to smirk as he notices the way your body is almost quivering under him as he’s pressing you up against the wall. “nothing to say now? that’s not very you-typical.”

"i love you!" is all you could usher out, usually only love dedications like this occured during sex but i guess this could pass too. a few tears found their way down your cheek, creating a streak in between the base of your makeup that you'd spent hours with your posture bent in front of a mirror for. he takes in your expression, raising his eyebrows a little bit at your words, not having been expecting to hear something like that come out of your mouth. *”what?”* he questions, a little taken back as he sees the tear roll down your cheek, and he almost softens a little at the sight of it, a little more used to dealing with your attitude, not so much your sensitive side anymore.

it does soften him a little however, though he still doesn’t let go of your neck. “what’s… all this for, huh?” he asks, using his free hand to gently swipe the tear from your cheek, watching it wetly gleam against your skin. it does soften him a little however, though he still doesn’t let go of your neck. “i —“ your voice is soft and shy, feeling a little awkward with the display of vulnerability you’ve suddenly just shown him after having such a bratty attitude with him just minutes before. "m'sorry jayj! just— i-"

it was the first time he’d seen you vulnerable like this during an argument, he'd usually see you bolt out of whatever room you were arguing in and re-enter with a pink colored bag stuffed with whatever you could rummage inside— announcing your departure for the night, only to return early the next day. your eyes were shiny under this light and definitely increased in size due to the puff, with more tears that threatened to fall— he couldn't deal with you crying, he could however your attitude, your biting words and the way you’d push and pull at him, but the sight of you crying? he couldn’t say he enjoyed it this much; he felt pity for his girl. his hands fall from your neck slowly, traveling to gently push your hair behind your ear, trying to brush more tears from your face. “don’t cry, pretty girl, c’mon…”

he lets his thumb gently brush your cheek, wiping the tear away as he stares down at you. you were always a master with your waterworks— but for some reason, he couldn’t just let you go like normal this time. maybe it was because you’d actually gotten a little tear to slide out in between the smudged mascara, or maybe it’s just because he missed having you so quiet and innocent under him, not putting up a fight for once. either way, instead of letting you go, he slowly lets himself wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. your head rested against the material of his muscle tank, this is how you expressed you were apologetic— physical touch. your manicured nails slid smoothly against the exposed skin, his sea-salt scent beginning to soothe your worries like calming lullaby's would a baby in distress.

this whole situation was your fault. it was all part of the game with you, you’d push buttons and act out until you got a reaction — and he’d always give you one. but you’d often go too far and find yourself upset, and that’s usually why he’s have to pick up the pieces. he’d have to hold you and help you through your own mess. it was hard for you to apologise and admit that you were wrong sometimes, how stubborn you could be, but in moments like these, it always melted his heart a little. you were like a little puppy that he didn’t want to punish too hard, and he often found himself feeling guilty that he’d even let himself raise his voice or lay a hand on you. so when you quietly utter your little ‘i’m sorry’ he let’s himself hold you tighter, his hand dropping to your hip.

he was used to your tears by now — whether they were real or fake (although he could always tell), he had learned to deal with them. he knew exactly what had led to you sobbing in the kitchen, it had been you that had chosen to disturb him when he’d told you he needed to focus. he knows your sensitive and emotional, he knew that when he first met you. but that didn’t stop him from loving you any less, even if you were a ‘brat’ sometimes — and of course that meant he’d learned to comfort you even when it was your fault.

maybe all you needed was a little fuck to get you acting right, after all it had been a while since he'd properly laid you on your back and properly gave you what you wanted, maybe this is what led to your attitude then crying outburst. you need a release, all women do. jj would be lying if he said that hadn’t crossed his mind; you were a nightmare at times when you were feeling bratty, and he was more than happy to be the one to fix you up. he looks back down at your face, eyeing the way your mascara is starting to smudge and the smeared lipstick on your lips that looks like a little heart. your cheeks are flushed and the little spark has left your eyes, instead being replaced with a look of submission. “you gonna behave now, princess?”

you nodded, feeling stuffed like a turkey on thanksgiving with the attention you were receiving— even if it was war to end up like this, in his arms all coddled up like a baby then you'd go ahead and do it again. "want you,." you mumble, fiddling with the leather hem of his belt that kept his faded black cargo shorts up.

he watches, his eyes quickly flicking down to watch your hand as you mess with the rim of his shorts, not missing the way you’re starting to pout up at him like a puppy. “yeah?” he responds, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice, knowing that you’d given in and now he’s starting to get that attitude with you again, enjoying knowing that you were the one who was begging for it now.

"don't make me beg."

he can’t stop the smirk that grows on his face as he hears you reply, a hint of attitude seeping into your voice again as you’re starting to grow more impatient, already becoming a little needy again. “don’t bite off more than you can chew, princess.” he replies, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease now while he raises an eyebrow down at you. it's a second as you furrow your brows with a stern look plastered on your face, that read 'are you serious?' clearly offended he was taunting you, because it was only acceptable when you acted that way.

that little stern look doesn’t go unnoticed, and it’s when he sees the way you’re looking up at him with your eyebrows furrowed and a pout on your flushed face that he has to force back a laugh. he loves when you try and put your foot down with him, but he knows he’s always the one in the drivers seat, so instead of arguing, he gives your ass a rough pat, signalling for you to head into the bedroom.

[prettybabywhowrites]

JJ Maybank Headcannons

JJ maybank x girlbestfriend reader

Giggly drunk, would wrap his arms around you and put all of his weight on you, giggling adorably into your hair

He's so sleepy, will fall asleep with his head on your lap or shoulder

Protective. All it takes is one guy getting a little too touchy with his girl bestfriend for him to get territorial

A total lover boy deep down (Like the song)

So unbelievably touch starved, he literally seeks out your touch

Playful little goofball with a cheeky grin always

Would have so many layers to him, externally he is this laid back surfer dude but as your friendship with him grows you get to experience the true depth of his soul

Golden retriever energy

Would have anxiety and deal with panic attacks, you can tell by the way his hands pressed over his heart or the way he's toying with his rings

Would randomly start singing or drumming with his fingers

A sucker for black cat girls, also he'd be the type to be more into cute girls

He'd be done for the second you wrap him in your arms or softly scratched at his scalp

You know when the clothes are JJ's when they have holes and his distinct smell

Would be a begger for casual cuddle sessions

A tough shortie would be his absolute weakness

Anyways let me know if you guys want a part 2! Also comment any suggestions/personal ideas! <3 Have a great day lovies!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Supportive/Protective/Worried Boyfriend & Girlfriend Jiara In Season 4 Part 1

[nemesyaaa]

you're maybe not gay, but THEM YOUR HONOR, they fucking are

(i'm actually so serious about them.)

[jesschalamet]

i miss him 🥺

[krak-jj]

Ask: "Hey i was wondering if you could do a Saiki x reader who loves cats, preferably x male or gn!"

(sorry if i didn't get the ask right all the way, first time responding to one 😅)

KITTY KAT!

saiki k. x male reader.

!lowercase intended for the story!

summary: kusuo didn't like cats to begin with, so why would you bring one to him knowing how he feels.

warnings!

jealous saiki

hope you enjoy!-JJ

(author note at end)

A nice spring day as the birds were singing and the bees a buzz, and flowers blooming.

today, kusuo saiki will be hanging out with his boyfriend, alone for once. he wouldn't say it outloud; but he was excited, to say the least. he hasnt had the time to hang out in a good amount of weeks.

so he was waiting patiently for the man. but when he looked at the time, he realized his lover was five minutes late. which was unlike his loving boyfriend.

but before the pink headed man had time to worry, he heard you approaching the gate to his family home.

as your finger went to press on the doorbell, the door flung open with an agitated looking kusuo on the other side. 'what took you so long?'

"kusuo, im like 5 minutes late. and plus, i brought a surprise!" you said excitedly as he walked over to the gate to let you in. 'you're not bringing that thing in. You know my mom is allergic, right?' "come on, kusuo, just for a little!" 'no.'

"then im not coming in." You said as the orange tabby cat peaked out of your shirt. 'y/n. dont be petty.' "at least get to know the fella before you say no?" 'i'm not doing that.'

kusuo couldn't lie. he didn't care for catsorr dogs. but something about this cat annoyed him. the way it kept talking about you in its head. as if he'd let a stupid cat take you away. how idiotic.

"comon kusuo, look at it!" your voice rang through the psychics' ears as you brought the cats face up next to yours.

'no, and that's my final answer.' his voice rang through your mind. your face dropped as so did the cats. "you're an evil man, kusuo. denying your one and only boyfriend the joy of having a feline companion. how could you?" the brows on your face furrowed .

you saw as the pink hairs above your boyfriends eyes furrowed in. you got him. "just make sure you clean up after it, and it leaves with you. understood?"

his voice rang through your ears for once, which made your heart skip a beat, but then you realized. "Oh hell yeah! thank you so much, ku!" you exclamed excitedly as you passed by him with the cat in your hands.

"good grief."

Masterlist

Hey guys, really sorry for the long as hell and random break. I was experiencing major writers block; then i had gotten this request.

after that i was like BOOM: MOTIVATION. But in the middle of writting i was stumpped. so thats why this took such a long time and is so short. so anon please know i am soooo sorry for how long this took! 🙇‍♀️

[honeysmoonn]

jj maybank is the type of boyfriend to get you wear his rings when you get anxious. jj maybank is the type of boyfriend to purposely leave his shirts at your house so you’ll wear them. jj maybank is the type of boyfriend to text you every 10 minutes when your out with friends. jj maybank is the type of boyfriend to let you sit in front of him in his surfboard.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

Mine - JJ x Rafe x Reader Social Media AU

+18

📖 Your current boyfriend Rafe and best friend JJ hate each other. Also JJ loves you 💕🤭

⭐️ republished ⭐️