#jj maybank scenarios

[rafesproperty]

texting bf!jj <3

i have so much fun making these, rafe version is already posted!

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[hanluex]

♡ LOVE TO ME — JJ MAYBANK

jj x gn!reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, best friends au, unrequited love au, angsty angst, college au, slight cursing, crying | loki's lines : my hs crush went exactly like this and i’m embarrassed now that i put it in writing

“jay! are you okay? what’s up?”

you furrowed your brows, looking at your friend with a worried expression etched on your face.

“couldn’t sleep last night because of an assignment,” jj replied, surprised by how croaky his voice sounded. “i got it done, though.” he cracked a small smile, hoping you’d believe him.

because how could he possibly be honest with you? how could he tell you that when he finally collected the courage to ask you out — he found out you were asked out by someone else?

how could he tell you that when he went to the university’s charity ball to find you last night, you were dancing with someone who wasn’t him? how could he tell you that when he wanted to ask you out, he broke down instead because he saw you kiss someone?

how could tell you he wanted time to turn back just so he could tell you the three little words he’s been wanting to tell you for the last two years? how could he tell you it broke him completely to see you look so happy in someone else’s arms?

just how … could he say that the reason he spent the entire night in tears was because of you?

the answer, in short, was no. there was no way jj could tell you any of that — because jj would rather experience heartbreak, every single day, for the rest of his life, rather than not have you as a friend anymore.

he treasured you that much.

“see you after class?” you asked, oblivious to the thoughts that ran through his head. “lunch?”

jj nodded. “i’ll be outside when your class finishes,” he answered quickly, not trusting his voice enough.

“you are seriously the best, maybank! love you!”

“i know. love you too.”

if there was anything jj maybank sucked at; it was controlling his expressions. and carrying out this simple conversation with you took so much more willpower than he had thought.

his emotional battery was draining speedily, so he did what he had to, quickly bidding his goodbyes as he walked away from you.

turning around a corner as he fumbled with his phone, jj sighed in relief as he saw his roommate standing in front of him.

john b routledge was jj’s guardian angel of sorts, having stayed up all night with him as he cried the night before.

upon seeing the similar expression on his best friend's face, john b ran to his friend, who looked like he was going to break down again.

“jj!” john held the male’s face, sighing before pulling him into a hug. “hey, it’s okay, bud. what happened?” he patted his back, glaring at anyone who looked at his friend weirdly.

“i don’t think i can do it anymore, jb. i tried talking to them, but i can't. how can i continue to talk with them normally when my mind constantly repeats what i saw last night?” jj sniffled, pulling away from the hug as his best friend took him to a secluded area. “i don’t know what to do, jb.”

john b thought for a bit, shrugging. “maybe … you should just get it off your chest,” he suggested, breaking into a chuckle at the way his best friend looked at him with wide eyes. “okay, not my best idea.”

“it’s not.” jj let out a choked laugh, shaking his head as he wiped his tears. “i really like y/n. i’ve liked them for the past two years. and the worst part is that i know i’ll continue to like them.”

"jay–”

“i know, i know. that’s an absolute shit plan, but i just can’t help it. if only liking someone for two years can be forgotten in two minutes, i would’ve done that last night itself, jb.”

“no, stop–”

“who am i kidding? i’m just trying my best to bury all these feelings. i don’t like y/n, i love them — and i’m fucking doomed because of that.” jj groaned, smacking his hand against his forehead. “love is supposed to be something beautiful, john b. but i love y/n, and love to me is loving them till the end of time, knowing that they’ll never love me back.”

john b inhaled sharply, grimacing. “i tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t let me fucking speak. now deal with them.” he placed his hands on his friend's shoulders before turning him around, letting him see the person who stood behind him.

and that person was none other than you.

hearing jj maybank say all those words was equivalent to a comet crashing on you. you weren’t really sure what to do or what to say, and it clearly didn’t help when the tears fell down your face, either.

“i’m sorry, jj,” you choked out, not really sure why you were apologizing. “i’m really sorry.”

was it because you felt bad for your friend for bottling his feelings for two years? was it because you didn’t return the feelings he had for you? or was it because you did like him but didn’t know what to do since you were with someone else now?

the possibilities were endless, and right now, you were crying in front of your best friend while apologizing for something you didn’t know … until a minute ago.

“you don’t need to apologise, y/n. it’s not your fault.” the male bitterly smiled, moving away when you stepped forward. “these are my feelings. i’ll learn to handle them somehow.”

you shook your head. “but i–” your voice cracked, feeling your heart drop as you saw a teary-eyed jj turn away from you.

“like i said, y/n … love to me is loving you till the end of time, knowing you’ll never love me back.”

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[cloveswifey]

Made it out

Pairings: Cato Hadley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hunger Games, mentions of death, blood

Type: Fluff?

Words: 1.0k

Cato had never imagined that he would be volunteering for the Hunger Games. He had watched the games for years, cheering on the contestants from the safety of his living room. But now, here he was, standing on the stage and accepting the honor of representing his district in the games.

As Cato walked off the stage, he spotted his girlfriend Y/N in the crowd. They had been dating for two years, and he couldn't imagine his life without her. He made his way over to her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hey," he said softly, taking her hands in his. "I'm going to do everything I can to win this thing and come back to you. I promise."

Y/N's eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him. "I know you will," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But please, be careful. I don't want to lose you."

Cato pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "I'll be careful," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I come back to you."

Y/N pulled away from him, wiping her tears away. "I know you will," she said, her voice firm and confident. "But you need to go now. The train is waiting for you."

Cato nodded, taking one last look at Y/N before turning and walking towards the train. He knew that the days ahead would be filled with danger and uncertainty. But he also knew that he had something worth fighting for – the love of his life, waiting for him back home.

As the train pulled away from the platform, Cato settled into his seat and closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to get back to Y/N, to show her that he had won the games and defeated all of his opponents. But for now, all he could do was focus on the challenges that lay ahead, and hope that he would make it back to her safe and sound.

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Y/N sat in front of the television, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend's interview to begin. This was the only interview before the start of the Hunger Games and she wanted to see Cato's face, hear his voice, and find out what he was thinking before he entered the arena.

Finally, Caesar Flickerman's bright face appeared on the screen and the interviewer began his introduction. Y/N's heart raced as she watched her boyfriend enter the stage. Cato was now standing next to Caeser, looking taller and more confident than ever.

Caeser greeted him with a big smile and asked him how he was feeling. Cato responded, "I'm feeling ready for the challenge of the games. I'm physically and mentally prepared to give it my all".

Caesar Flickerman, sensing that the audience wanted something more personal and emotional from him, dove deeper and asked Cato more personal questions.

"So, Cato, tell us what you would do if you won the games?" he asked.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, Caesar. I'm going to win for my family, for my district, and for Y/N," Cato said, looking directly into the camera.

Y/N's heart swelled up for a moment. It felt amazing to hear that from him.

Caesar asked, "And who is Y/N?"

Cato smiled and his eyes sparkled with affection, "Y/N is my girlfriend. She's the most important thing in my life. We've been dating for two years now and I love her more than anything else in the world."

Y/N blushed, feeling happiness and butterflies in her stomach after hearing those words. It was like the entire arena and television audience had disappeared and it was just the two of them, connected by their love for each other.

As the interview came to a close, Cato looked into the camera and addressed Y/N directly, "Stay strong and have faith, Y/N. I'm doing this for us."

Tears rolled down Y/N's face as she watched Cato exit the stage, feeling grateful and confident in Cato's ability and promise to come out victorious.

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Y/N watched anxiously as her boyfriend, Cato, entered the arena of the hunger games. She knew he was a fighter, but the thought of him being hurt or worse, losing his life, sent shivers down her spine.

As the games progressed, Y/N watched every moment, glued to the television screen, anticipating every little sound and movement on the screen. Each day, she hoped that Cato would survive and make it out alive.

Finally, after weeks of waiting, Y/N saw Cato emerge from the arena, victorious. He was battered and bruised, but alive. She could hardly contain her excitement, running towards the train station where he was to arrive.

As he stepped off the train, Y/N could barely contain her emotions. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, tears streaming down her face. Cato held her tightly, both of them feeling each other's warmth.

"How did you do it?" Y/N asked, looking up at him in amazement.

"I did it for you," he said, beaming. "I had to come back to you."

The two walked back to their home in District 2, holding hands tightly, taking all the excitement in. When they arrived, they sat on the front porch, cuddling and talking.

"I'm just so glad that you're back," Y/N said, holding Cato's hand. "I couldn't handle losing you."

"I never stopped thinking of you," Cato whispered, stroking her hair. "It was you that kept me alive."

They sat for a few more moments, taking in every little detail of their surroundings before finally, they leaned in for a kiss, held tight and passionately.

"I love you," Y/N said, looking deeply into Cato's eyes.

"I love you too," Cato replied, a smile spreading over his face. "Always will."

[missmouse43]

can you write a fanfic or oneshkt anout kiara getting hurt amd jj being protective of her

Jiara Ficlet #5

Word Prompt: Frantic (Read on AO3)

First off, I’m so flattered that you would even ask. I’ve never had someone send me a request before 🫣 As luck would have it, I just so happened to have the perfect word prompt for this.

Angst, Hurt/comfort, Protective JJ.

Mentions of blood and injury.

437 Words

I hope you like it 💖

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Finding Kiara face down on the ground and unconscious has to be the scariest moment of JJ's life.

He sprints towards her as fast as his legs can carry him, shouting her name in a blind panic, before collapsing on his knees at her side. As he pulls her into his arms, he's terrified of what he might see. He doesn't know the extent of her injuries or even if she was still alive.

The possibility turns his blood cold.

The first thing he notices is bright red oozing from a shallow gash on her left temple. The injury is reminiscent of JJ's run-in with the blunt end of a machete a few years ago. She's got some bruising on her face and right arm, perhaps from the fall, but other than that, externally, he couldn't locate any other injuries.

He cradles her limp body to his, shaky, unsure fingers lightly smacking her cheek, then growing in force the longer she doesn't react. "Kie, wake up! C'mon, you gotta wake up! Kiara!"

The fear constricts his chest like a vice, consuming every fibre of his being. The thought of living a single day without her is a fate worse than death. His fingers are still frantic as he searches for a pulse. Tears of relief flood his eyes when he finds one.

JJ chokes on a watery laugh before carefully brushing away the curls stuck to her forehead and pressing a kiss to her brow.

"You're okay. You're gonna be fine," he whispers, a reassurance more to himself than her. But saying the words out loud fills him with renewed vigor. Those treasure-hunting thugs were still hot on their trail, and JJ couldn't protect them both out in the open like this.

It was clear that one of their pursuers had knocked her out. If JJ had to make an educated guess, he'd say she'd been pistol-whipped. He's not sure why they let her live, and he doesn't care about their reasoning. All that matters now is getting her somewhere safe where he can treat her wound.

As carefully as he can, JJ hoists Kiara up into his arms bridal style and spins in place, surveying their surroundings and searching for any possible shelter.

His heart's beating so fast he's sure it's about to give up on him, but then Kiara begins to stir in his arms, her soft, groggy voice asking for him, and it grounds him. He touches his lips to her hairline, soothing her with a promise: "I got you, baby. I got you."

Seconds later, he spots their escape and takes off running.

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[eternalbuckley]

OUTER BANKS PORN LINKS.

characters: rafe, jj, sarah

warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. the following links are twitter links to porn videos, not fics. please keep that in mind. the videos contain fem / afab people.

a/n: since some of you wanted that i make a list of my current favourite porn videos… here are a few with some scenarios involved 🤓 enjoy babes!!

links are under the cut!

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.

› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.

› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.

› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]

› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.

› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.

JJ MAYBANK

› enemie!jj breeding you.

› jj fingering you.

› jj licking your nipples.

› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.

› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.

› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.

SARAH CAMERON

› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.

› fucking sarah with a strap on.

› eating sarah out after a party.

› dom!sarah not letting you cum.

› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.

› using a vibrator on sub!sarah. [a small whip is used a few times for spanking as well]

[sunr1seblvd]

- you are in love.

you are in love.

summary: the three times jj fell in love with you, and the one time you fell in love with him. warnings: lowk lovesick!jj, swearing (duh), somewhat canon violence, small reference to luke (gross), underage drinking, not proofread, the scenarios aren't in timeline order but who cares a/n: loved writing this! i'm also taking requests or people that just wanna talk in my inbox, so hit me up :) feel free to send me some feedback, i'm always trying to improve. wc: 567

you can hear it in the silence.

10:20 AM - the chateau

it was uncharacteristically quiet for a morning at john b's place. he and sarah were out in charleston looking for clues, kie was stuck working at the wreck (jj wasn't sure how that was a bad thing because of the free food), and pope and cleo were out helping heyward with orders.

so here jj was with you, girl of his dreams since the 3rd grade. you and him sat in the living room on the pull out sofa, half asleep and in your own thoughts.

he wondered what was going through that pretty little head of yours. was it him? was it someone else?

he felt comfortable in the silence. he shifted towards you, looking into your e/c eyes. you looked back into his steel baby blues, feeling blush creeping up on him slowly.

you giggled to yourself, turned around, and went back to sleep.

you can feel it on the way home.

11 PM - somewhere in the obx...

jj and the pogues just found the gold. like...the gold.

everyone was screaming about going "full kook! full kook!" and so were you!

but if you ignored the gold bar in your hand, and the mud, rain, and general dirt on your skin and clothes, you were so much more than that.

"jj, you good?" you asked and nudged him playfully, bringing him out of his romantic stupor.

"y-yeah! of fucking course, baby! you helped john b over here find the gold!" he yelled as the van errupted in cheers.

"yeah, and almost died in the process," you joked, cheesing hard.

if jj wasn't surrounded by all his friends or you didn't smell like actual cow shit, he would've kissed you on the spot.

you can see it with the lights out.

jj knew this was stupid, but he wouldn't be jj if he didn't do this.

it was pouring down, the rain slamming onto your house. he knocked slightly on your bedroom window. he saw a faint light turn on and saw you pull your curtains apart.

"jj?! what the hell- it's pouring down, get in here!" you hissed.

he climbed into your room, knocking down a book on your shelf. both of your head whipped towards your bedroom door, knowing your parents were right down the hall. you turned off the lamp, the only light in the room being the moon.

"what are you doing her- is it your dad?" you whispered.

"yeah, it was..." jj trailed off.

"c'mere," you motioned for him to give you a hug, and you felt his tears blotch onto your tee.

"you're okay..you're okay, shhhh," you murmured, not wanting to alert your parents.

he had never felt more love in that moment than in his entire life.

you are in love.

10 PM - the chateau's dock

maybe you were going insane, or maybe the bottle of beer you and jj were sharing together finally kicked in, but you think jj maybank just kissed you.

sure, you had feelings for jj, but it never really occured to you that he might like love you back.

you both sat at the edge of the docks of the chateau, looking out to the starry night sky. you were crisscrossed towards him, still in shock about what had happened.

"i'm sorry! that was sudden, i'm not mad if you didn't wanna talk to me again-" he rambled and got ready to get up when you pulled him down and kissed him back.

you kissed each other, the only noises around were the crickets and the occasional frog.

you are in love. true love.

[starkeysprincess]

kissing u for giving me this idea cause I love frat daddy as stepbro!rafe! what if reader is 18 but in her last year of high school (I know even with age of majority that’s still kinda icky but it’s the only way this scenario would work🫣) so when rafe’s away for his first year at college before the events of s1, she knows it’s wrong but she’s always worried and jealous of what he could be doing there or what other girls he could be seeing, especially when she sees his and his frat brothers’ instagram pictures. he doesn’t always get back to her texts or calls, and even though she has needs too, she feels guilty for hooking up with any of her friends or trying to date to distract herself. so when he comes home for the holidays, she’s all mad at him and pushes him away and they get all angsty and he apologizes because you were always willing to wait for him and his approval and with him being as nasty as he is he has to remind you that you come first because “you’re my sister”🫠✨

— stepbro!rafe is away for his first year at college

warnings: stepcest, reader is 18 + rafe is 19, indent is a flashback, jealous!reader, mention of hooking up w jj, choking, hair pulling, spanking, mirror sex, degrading, praise, gagging, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ mdni !

a/n: i hope it's ok that i tweaked a few things such as rafe apologizing & reader graduated high school but doesn’t go to college cause she isn't sure what she wants to do!

“gonna miss you,” you frown into your stepbrother’s chest, hugging him tightly. he rested his chin on the top of your head, “i’ll miss you too, but hey, i’ll be home for the holidays, and i’m only a phone call away. you could call me or text me anytime, i’ll make sure to get back to you when i can, alright?”.

when rafe left for college, he responded to you when he could, just like he said he would. talking to him nearly every day almost made it feel like he wasn’t hours away from home. however, a month passed, and you started to hear less from him until your calls and texts were unanswered. at first, you assumed you weren’t hearing from him because of how busy he may have been with classes, and it wasn’t until you came across instagram posts from him and his fraternity brothers that he was too busy partying to get back to you.

it was his first year at college, and you knew you shouldn’t be upset; you had no right to be. especially when it was the only time he had freedom away from home, specifically from ward. it didn't stop you from missing rafe; you couldn’t help but think about what else he could be doing, and no matter how much you tried, knowing it was wrong, your mind started to wander over who he could be with.

when two more months had passed and still no communication from rafe, you sought out a distraction through jj maybank, who was unknowingly helping you take your mind off your stepbrother. the more time you had spent with jj, the less you thought about rafe and the promise of not running to anyone that wasn't him.

the promise you made was pushed into the back of your mind until one night, as you were about to sneak out of the house to see the blonde pogue, you received an incoming call from rafe. you could feel the guilt consuming you the longer you stared at his name, itching to answer. but your bitterness got the best of you, your finger tapping 'decline' before quietly leaving your house, not knowing rafe was calling to tell you he'd be home for the holiday.

a week later and yet another late night with jj, you tip-toed up the stairs, ensuring not to wake anyone up. just as you were about to reach your bedroom, you froze in your spot, looking like a deer in headlights, when the door to the room across from yours swung open. "sneaking back in?", his hand encircled your wrist, pulling you into his room and shutting the door behind you. “rafe, what are you doing here?” your brows furrow, more than confused as to why he was home.

“missed you, princess," his hands slid up your waist, walking you back until your lower back pressed against his dresser, "if you had answered when i called, you would’ve known i was coming home for the holidays.”.

your palms pressed at his firm chest, pushing him away when he started peppering kisses along your jaw. "what? what's wrong?" rafe asks, "don’t tell me you’re upset cause i made you promise not to go to anyone else while i was away on campus.”.

“i can't be upset over that when i’ve been seeing jj,” the words rolled off your tongue with ease, “i don't know why it matters anyway when you've been ignoring me for the past few months, probably too busy sleeping around with sorority girls every weekend”.

rafe’s nostrils flared the second jj's name slipped from your mouth, “what did you just say?” he gritted his teeth, removing his hand from your waist to grab your throat. “what?” you bat your eyes innocently, “don't act all innocent, you've been fucking around with maybank, huh?”.

"what happened to being my good girl? guess your poor, needy little pussy couldn't handle being empty for a few months, hm?" rafe snickered, "and now you wanna push me away all 'cause i've been too busy?".

your mouth gaped open to speak, only for him to cut you off, "is that why you're pushing me away, acting like you didn't miss me and your panties aren't soaking wet right now? ".

rafe spun you around to face the mirror of his dresser, bending you over. his large, warm hands slip under your skirt, pushing the article of clothing around your waist. his fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties, pulling them down to pool around your ankles. "step out of them," he ordered, delivering a sharp smack to the fat of your ass; when you didn't oblige, "don't make me tell you twice.".

rafe bent down, grabbing your panties before standing back up. his hand reached around, cupping your jaw, your lips parting when his fingers dug into your skin as he squeezed your cheeks. rafe shoved the silk material into your mouth and his lips brush against the shell of your ear, "you want an apology? fine, here's your apology.".

his free hand dipped between your legs, chuckling as he ran his fingers through your slick folds. “i’m sorry, princess…” he cooed, extending his thumb to rub circles to your clit, pulling a soft moan from you.

a desperate whine bubbled in your throat at the loss of friction on your puffy clit, your heart racing in anticipation at the sound of fabric rustling behind you. rafe nudged your thighs further apart with his knee, slotting himself between your legs. his palm rested on the small of your back as you squirmed under him, feeling the thick head of his cock sliding up and down your folds.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to make you look at him in the reflection, watching your eyes roll back as his thick cock stretches you deliciously, “sorry that my poor girl was so fuckin’ needy to the point she had to run to a pogue of all people.”.

“shit…missed being buried deep in this sweet cunt,” rafe groaned, "guess i gotta ruin this tight little hole; make sure you don't go runnin' back to jj, huh?" he taunted, slowly pulling back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside you.

"don't worry, by the time i'm done with you, all that pretty little head and pussy is gonna think about is how much she missed and ached for my dick," rafe sucked his teeth, your body jolting forward, biting down on the pair of panties stuffed in your mouth as he slammed himself back into your willing cunt.

your hands grip the top of his dresser, eyes barely staying open. a loud, muffled yelp forces its way through the flimsy silk fabric stuffed in your mouth when rafe harshly tugged at the roots of your hair, "did i say you could close your eyes? keep 'em open, want you to watch me fuck you like the needy little cockwhore you are.".

rafe removed his hand from your hair, snaking it around your throat to hold your head upright. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises on your flesh. he leaned forward, putting all his weight onto you and pressing his chest to your back, "this s'all you wanted, yeah? just wanted to be stuffed full of my cock again?".

drool soaked through the silk as his cock pounded into you relentlessly. you grabbed onto his arm, struggling to keep your eyes open, and your nails bite into his skin as the tip of his cock repeatedly hits your cervix. rafe’s eyes flicker to look at the two of you in the mirror, “look at how pretty you look takin’ my dick,” he praises.

“came way too many fuckin’ times to the thought of you…been craving feeling your pussy around my cock again since the day i left,” rafe rasped. “especially feeling you cum all over my cock,” he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around him.

“c’mon, princess, cream all over my cock and make a mess like you used to,” he nipped your ear, holding you steady as your legs trembled. your pussy convulses around him, his hand clamping around your mouth to further muffle your cry of pleasure as you cum all over his thick cock.

your orgasm triggers rafe’s, his hips slowly pumping into yours as they become sloppy. he gives you one more harsh thrust, his hips stilling, pushing his cock deep inside you, and letting out a moan as thick ropes of cum spill into you, painting your walls white.

rafe removes your panties from your mouth, your chest heaving, small pants filling the room. your breath hitches in your throat when his hips slowly rolled into yours, “how’s that for an apology? or you still need some convincing?”.

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[princessbrunette]

after a long and traumatic week, seeing and experiencing dreadful things — puppy!reader gets into the habit of needing john b to rock her to sleep. every night.

if he doesn’t, there’s tears — and bless your heart he understands. before these few weeks, he’d managed to protect you from it all. being shot at, stumbling on skeletons and dead bodies all for the sake of finding the next clue for the treasure that seemed so far away. at the time, and for your safety he had to bring you along — but as he watches your lip curl over, clinging to his chest back at the chateau — he regrets not finding a way around it.

“well sleep is important, bubba. you need rest.” he stresses, trying to ease you into relaxing as you argue against him. “c’mon. i know you’re tired. i can tell.”

“but i know i’m going to have a nightmare again! ugh.” in a moment of stress, you softly bury yourself into his arm, sinking teeth gently into his tanned bicep.

“noooo you won’t.” he croons in that comforting deep voice of his, slotting his hand between your face and his arm so that he can stroke your cheek with his thumb until you ease up on your bite. you huff, flopping back into his arms dramatically like you’d died mid conversation and he smiles, softly manhandling you until you’re lying directly on his chest. “i’ll tell you why you’re not gonna have any nightmares, pup. it’s because i’m gonna be riiight here. all night. you’re gonna get all hot and bothered and wish that you had your own bed, seriously.” he keeps his tone lighthearted as you get comfortable, but his face falls when he hears you sniffle. “hey, i know.” he acknowledges solemnly, kissing the top of your head.

“jus’ nervous.” you slur, muffled into the fabric of his shirt and he nods in understanding. without thinking much of it, john b starts to sway your body left to right, gently rocking you to attempt to halt your tears. after a moment, you seem to quieten down. “keep doing that.” you rasp after a few minutes, barely awake.

“mhm.” he hums, trying not to disturb you as much as possible with his response, continuing to rock you in his arms. for the first time in a while, you sleep soundly — with no bad dreams.

because of the success in john b’s new technique — you started to require it every night. as soon as you feel the tiredness creep up on you, you’re crawling into his lap, making a rocking motion with your body to communicate what you want. doing this every night might become tiresome to some, but your boyfriend was filled with guilt — accidentally putting you in such dangerous scenarios lately that your body was now riddled with anxiety, needing the gentle motion in order to have a stress free sleep. whatever he could do to help you, to rid himself of the guilt — he would comply.

occasionally, you had required this treatment during a nap in the middle of the day too — straddling him on the couch with the shy request.

“get on in here.” he opens his arms to wrap around you, letting you burrow down into him. as soon as he begins to rock you side to side, your brain starts to power down, even able to partially ignore jj when he loudly strolls in, aware of your habits.

“damn, it’s rockin’ time already? a little early.” the blonde converses casually making the brunette frown and wave one arm at him.

“shh, but yes. yes it is.”

unable to control his behaviour, maybank begins to dance, moonwalking across the wooden panels of the chateau floor. “i wanna rock with you, alllll night.” he sings, making you groggily lift your head to blink an eye at him.

“are you done?” john b deadpans.

“oh hey there sleepy-pooch. my bad, go ‘head and take that nap.” jj busies himself with a beer bottle, grabbing it to settle down with on the couch, eyes latching onto the tv.

you’re fast asleep in a matter of minutes, the gentle humming of the tv mixing with the sounds of your soft snores. “damn, she’s out like that already? guess they found the cure to insomnia. hey, can i try next?” jj teases, lifting the bottle to his lips making the brunette shake his head, not even bothering to glance away from the tv.

“would you shut-up? maybe?” he mumbles in careless retaliation, just happy his sweet pup was getting the rest she deserves.

[hanluex]

♡ BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND — JJ MAYBANK

brother's best friend!jj x fem!reader (ft. brother!john b) | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, angst if you squint, jj being a flirt and it backfiring on him lmao

“hey, hey, hey! look, it’s my favorite best friend’s sister!”

it was almost two weeks of jj maybank visiting you whenever he could to brighten up your day and fill in for your brother.

ever since john b left outerbanks for work, you were a mess. and jj knew that — which was why he volunteered to check on you every so often before his best friend could even ask the favour.

jj could never admit it to john b, but the truth was he had a crush on you — and just couldn’t bear to see you so sad. but little by little with his visits, he brought a smile on your face.

and little by little, you started falling for your brother’s best friend.

you never really meant to, but with jj being so caring, there was no way you could stop yourself from liking him. sure, he was your brother’s best friend, and if your brother found out, he’d probably end you both, but that problem would never arise.

because you were so damn sure nothing would ever happen between you two.

“your brother said you cried during your video-call with him earlier.” jj sat next to you, his voice soft. “you know, we can talk about it. it’ll just be between us, i promise.”

this was exactly why you kept falling for your brother’s best friend; he was an absolute gem.

“when we were together, john b would nag me every day, but now it’s not as often,” you muttered. “weirdly enough, i miss it.”

“well, i mean, i can always nag you. you know, just consider me your big brother. i’m your brother’s best friend, anyway, right?” jj bit his lip, regretting his choice of words as soon as they left his lips.

“there’s no need for that, maybank.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have no intention of considering you as my brother.”

the male raised his brows, surprised by your response. “oh? then what do you want to consider me as? your boyfriend?” he playfully responded, leaning closer to your face as he grinned.

“w-what? no, i–”

“your husband?!” jj enjoyed the way the heat rushed to your cheeks, feeling his heart flutter when you pouted at him. “woah, i didn’t think you’d have such long-term plans with me.”

you chuckled, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “of course, i planned for the long-term, maybank.” you leant closer, smile never fading. “i also came up with baby names. wanna hear?” you quipped.

the seriousness in your voice paired with the proximity of your faces was too much for jj, causing him to choke on air as you laughed, satisfied with the outcome. you had played an uno reverse on your brother’s best friend, and he seemed to believe every word.

“w-wait, are you for real?” he couldn’t help but ask, not having noted the sarcasm behind your voice. “like, baby names and all?”

you stood from your place, walking towards the door before looking back. jj followed your steps, the clueless look on his face giving you butterflies with how adorable he looked.

“take me out on a date first and we can find out if the baby names are real.”

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[pintrestgrl]

🌺 : she/her | eighteen : 🥥

puerto rican, and italian.

currently daydreaming.

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[cloveswifey]

Tough guy

Pairings: Cato Hadley x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Caution: This content contains depictions of illness and stubbornness in the character of Cato, as well as scenes of Y/n providing care for him. Additionally, this work includes themes of falling in love and is presented as a brief imagine due to time constraints.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Cato Hadley imagine we're he's sick and the reader winds up taking care of him if not that's completly fine.

Cato Hadley was known among his peers as a tough, unbreakable force. He was a skilled warrior with a heart of steel, always ready to jump into battle and protect those he cared about. But even the strongest warriors fall ill, and Cato was no exception.

One evening, Y/N woke up to find Cato sweating and tossing and turning in his sleep. Concerned, she gently shook him awake and was surprised to find him burning up with a high fever. Without hesitation, Y/N knew she had to take care of him.

"You're not okay, Cato!" Y/n persisted as the boy continued to argue, refusing to accept that he was ill.

"I'm fine," Cato grumbled with a pout.

"Stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you," Y/n huffed, prompting Cato to finally relent and allow her to make him some warm soup.

Over the next few days, Y/N was constantly by Cato's side, tirelessly nursing him back to health. She made sure he took his medicine on time, prepared soothing teas to ease his fever, and stayed up late into the night to wipe his damp forehead and offer words of encouragement.

Despite his tough exterior, Cato was grateful for Y/N's care. He had never known such tender love and attention before and found himself wishing that Y/N would never leave his side. As he grew stronger, Cato recognized his feelings for Y/N had grown deeper and more profound.

One day, as Y/N sat by his side, Cato took her hand and thanked her for all that she had done for him. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, something shifted. They both felt it - a deep, unspoken connection that had been brewing beneath the surface all along.

As Cato got better, he found himself looking forward to spending time with Y/N more and more. He would seek excuses to be around her, whether it was going on patrols or training sessions. Y/N would always be there, her gentle smile and caring eyes a constant source of comfort to Cato.

Eventually, Cato summoned the courage to confess his feelings to Y/N. He told her that he had come to realize that she was more than just his nursemaid; she was the love of his life. Y/N, overwhelmed with emotion, reciprocated his feelings, and they shared a tender kiss.

From that moment onwards, Cato and Y/N were inseparable. They fought together, trained together, and loved together. Their bond was unbreakable, and they knew that they would always be there for each other, come what may.

As they looked back on their journey, they realized that it was Y/N's tender care and unwavering love that had brought them together. Without her, Cato would have never realized how much he needed her in his life. And for that, he would be forever grateful.

[missmouse43]

JJ the only pouge not in the boat I’m scared 😩 https://x.com/madisonbaileyn/status/1787545214443254109?s=46&t=3pVP4qJcqGhmh_sHRUkcSA

I agree anon. I’ve been trying to figure this one out. Why wouldn’t JJ be traveling to Morocco with all the others? Maybe he was kidnapped and brought to Morocco against his will and all the pogues are following him for a rescue mission? Could explain why he’s bleeding later. The kidnappers would probably have to rough him up to get him there, right?

I just can’t imagine a scenario where the pogues would willingly leave him behind… especially Kiara.

[strangelysamantha]

crumbled cookies pt 2 ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: confrontation, swearing, mentions of abuse, fat shaming (slightly)

words: 1,731.

summary: after jj finds out his dad was the reason for your black eye, he had to confront him.

request? yes, and requests are open :)

a/n: it’s literally been three years… i hope im not too late. haha, but here’s part two. not proof read, but enjoy!

part one

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you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

he walked back home, searching for answers. the thought of what occurred between his father and his girl, made him sick. she was the most important thing that’s ever happened to him, and he wasn’t going to let his dad get away with this. there’s no excuse. he made it home, the adrenaline starting to fade as the realization that his dad was on the other side of the door hit. he hesitated; but the memory of your black eye was enough motivation to push through.

he opened the front door, his eyes searching the place, he walked to the kitchen, finding the ziplock baggy he assumed was for the cookies. he bent down to pick it up, a small smile on his lips from the note you wrote. he set it on the table, turning around. he expected to see his dad on the couch, but he wasn’t there. jj kept looking through out the house, unable to find him. he went to his room, sitting on his bed. his mind was running with thoughts, playing out every scenario imaginable between him and his father. he heard the toilet flush, the nerves creeping back as he realized his father was awake, and actively leaving the bathroom. he took a deep breath; and headed to the living room.

he stared at his father, hatred seething through his veins. “son, you’re back.” jjs face was cold, “why’d you do it dad?” he questioned. “she really ratted me out? go figure.” jj walked in front of his dad, who was now laid down on the couch. cigarette buds, alcohol bottles, and empty pill viles litter the table. “left her with a black eye, doesn’t take a genius to know something happened.” he squints his eyes, “well boy. maybe that’ll make you learn who you should and shouldn’t be hangin out with.” his father laughs, dismissing his son again. jj hated his nonchalance, how he wanted to act like he didn’t do anything wrong.

his response only angered jj more, he kicks the bottles over, raising his voice. “you don’t get to decide who i talk to, and you sure as hell don’t get to put your hands on them.” the bottles crash to the floor, and his father looks surprised. “huh, i must have struck a nerve. boy, that girl will only break your heart, if anything i did you a favor. maybe it’ll make her stay away.” he looks over at the bottles, “you better clean that shit up too.”

jjs hand clenched into a fist, redirecting his anger he punches the living room wall behind him. “i’m tired of you dad. do you even realize what you did? you hurt my girlfriend, and you’re a fucking piece of shit.” his father got a kick out of that, sarcastically he bit back, “that girl scout ain’t shit, did she make you another batch of cookies as an apology for messing with your old man?” jj reached over the table and grabbed his father by his collar, pulling him up, and slamming him back into the couch. “maybe i should give you a black eye too? make it even?” jj yells. “better yet! how about i take your pills and flush em?! i don’t give a fuck anymore! you hurt the one person i care most about.” jjs fist collided with his fathers face, cursing him out as he swings another blow. “you’re not going to touch my girl again, you hear me?!” his father quickly stood up from the couch. inching towards him, he kicks jj in the abdomen. “you can’t do that boy! i’m older.” another blow to jjs head, as his dad throws him to the ground. “i can mess with her all i want, besides im just looking out for you; she’s not worth your time, you can find someone way more… fit.” he chuckles at his word play before backing away from his son.

jjs stomach aches, he gets back on his feet, charging at him, and tackling him to the floor. tears stream down his face, the comments he made about his poor girlfriend were enough for him to commit homocide. “i’d choose her over you any fucking day!” jj continuously throws punches, having the higher ground, he gets three good punches in before deciding it’s enough. “i’m not coming back dad. i’m done. i’m gone. live your life how you want; but if it’s worth anything, i’m sure you won’t change a bit. goodbye.” jj storms off to his room, locking the door behind him. he packs all his necessities quickly; taking two bags before slipping out his window and heading to john bs.

arriving at john bs, he hurry’s inside, calling out his name. “woah! what’s up j?” john bs face is filled with concern, seeing his best friend with a bloody lip, and a swollen face. “my dad man; he messed with my girl. gave her a black eye, tried to scare her into pushing me away. i left. i hate him. i can’t loose her, she’s everything to me.” jj was spiraling; his head swamped with anger, resentment, and stress. john b nods ushering him to the couch. “it’s okay, alright? have a seat, take a breather.” jj reluctantly sits on the couch, jon b grabs some water before joining him. handing jj the water he speaks up, “what happened man? what’s going on?”

“i beat his ass, and then i ran away. i did my nightly routine yknow? and when i got there she was wearing these sunglasses, it was dark outside. i finally convinced her to take them off; my father had punched her in the face so hard, she got a black eye. she was going to my place to give me cookies man, i wasn’t there. i didn’t know. my father was, and he hated her. he took his anger out on her.” it was a lot to process for john b, but he held it together for the sake of his friend. “alright it’s all good, you can crash here, we’ll figure it all out. you won’t need to go back there anymore. how is she?”

“she’s good, fine, i don’t know. she’s at home sleeping, i made sure she was asleep before i left.” his eyes frantically glanced around the room, anxiety overwhelming him, “i just can’t have anything or anyone without something going wrong. she says she doesn’t blame me and it’s okay, but it’s not fair for her.” john b grabs jjs shoulder to comfort him, “alright. alright, well, shit man. i know you’re fathers shitty but punching a random girl just because? that’s next level.” jj silently agreed, he stood up pacing. “i gotta get back to her. i don’t want her to know what happened, she can’t know i left.” john b shook his head, “no! don’t start lying when the relationship just started. you have to be honest. do you want me to drive you there so we can talk it out?”

“yes, let’s go. we have to go now.” the two of them hurry outside to the twinkie, headed to your place. jjs eyes are locked on the window; watching the dark scenery fly by. john b interrupts his trance, “jj, it’ll be alright. your dads outta the picture. you just need to focus on comforting her, and making it right. treat her with love, you’re filed with so much love and admiration for her; you just gotta show her. you won’t push her away, your father was wrong, he doesn’t know her like we do.” his words are reassuring. they arrive outside your place, jj quickly but quietly makes it in your room, youre still asleep peacefully, he sends a text to john b saying the coast is clear, and he can hear the twinkie driving off.

jj gets back in bed with you, silently and carefully slipping back into your grasp. he tries to contain himself but he struggles and ultimately the emotions push through, he’s silently crying while he watches you sleep blissfully. the agony in his heart, your black eye reliving the ache in his stomach of how his own blood put you through pain. his running thoughts exhausts him, and soon enough he’s passed out, sleeping in your room.

the next morning the sunrise blinds the two of you; stirring awake, you sigh. you look over to see jj, his eyes are still closed but you can tell he isn’t asleep. you look at his swollen face, your lips frown and confusion washes over you. did he leave last night? “good morning,” you hesitate, “how did you sleep?” he chuckles softly, “i slept peacefully, with you. how did you sleep?” he returns the question to you. “i slept great. really great. did you uh, go anywhere?” he expected your concern, “i went home. i packed up a few bags. i’m not going back anytime soon. john b said i could crash at his, and hey, maybe i can spend the night here a couple times baby.” the nickname fills you with butterflies. “of course. did he hurt you?”

“not as bad as i hurt him. he won’t be a problem, i promise. i’ll protect you.” his words reassured you, and while you weren’t fully ready for what was to come, you could confidently say you were comfortable with it, as long as jj was on your side. “now let’s get some more sleep, it’s way too early.” he gets up and closes the blinds, pulling the curtains together to block out most of the sun. he gets back in bed, spooning you, and engulfing the two of you in blankets. “we’ll talk after a few more hours of sleep okay?” you closed your eyes content, “okay. sleep well.” he kissed your shoulder, his arms holding your waist, he dozes off.

[ervotica]

First, congrats on 2k! It is well deserved.

Second, for the kink wheel: sharing, with JJ Maybank and topper Thornton? If you’re not cool with those two, I’m also okay with Rafe and Topper 😉

i'm gunna do rafetopper for this particular one just because i have a very specific scenario in mind i feel suits them better, but feel free to send me another jj and topper one baby!!

warnings; poly!rafetopper x reader, dark!rafe + soft!dark!topper, drug use (r is explicitly stated to have done coke, rafe is sorta implied), heavy petting, making out, no actual smut but it is implied, 18+ only

a/n; oh this is sooo... i love them. pls pls i am BEGGING for requests of these two now they're sexy asf

Thick fingers curl around the circumference of your ribcage, peeling slick lips away from his own; you preen angrily at Rafe beneath you, jerking your chin indignantly when he reaches towards your face to anchor your gaze to his own.

"How aren't you tired, hm? Been at this for far too long, kid."

You bounce on your bum, rocking back on your heels where you're perched upon Rafe's lap on the couch; you're smacking away the hands that work to push you to the edge of his knees, effectively drawing you away from his kiss-bitten lips.

"You're done. You're cut off," he grouses, vexed stare meeting Topper's when he hooks two hands beneath your armpits and lifts you off of Rafe's lap. "Fuckin' take her. She's fuckin' relentless. Brat."

"Hey!" you whine, already squirming at the digits curling at the dip of your waist, drawing you into a different - but just as familiar - chest.

"Easy," Topper laughs, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips when you push yourself up onto tiptoes in voyage for a kiss. He grants your wish, taken aback at the way your lips slant hungrily over his own, but pulls away far too soon to quirk a brow at Rafe accusingly.

"Why is the kid vibrating out of her skin?" he asks, a crooked finger pointing at the older boy. "What'd you give her?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, disinterest oozing from his every pore when his thighs spread, lounging back on the couch. "Jus' gave her some blow. It's not a big deal, Top."

By this point you're clambering up Topper's front, elbows hooked tightly around his neck as you attempt to climb and secure your legs around him. Perspiration clings to your neck, clammy when Topper's palm comes to rest there and his other arm loops under your bum until you're lifted up and into his grasp.

"It is a big deal!" he grumbles. "She's gonna be wired all fuckin' night, now."

"Why'd you always do this?" you trill wetly, head dipping to mouth at the curve of Topper's jaw. "I didn't do anything!"

"'s not your fault, baby," Topper assents, planting himself on the other end of the couch; you shuffle forward in his lap, lips spilling into a pout as you chase his mouth once again.

He's soon lost in it, dazed from the feeling of your mouth suckling at him, manicured nails scratching at the sensitive skin at his nape. The only sound Rafe can focus on is the smacking of spit-slick lips, Topper's groan and your gentle mewl when his tongue ventures further, licking into your mouth.

"That's enough," Rafe gripes, one roughened hand slipping beneath your miniskirt to swat at the dimpled flesh of your bum. "Give her back now."

Topper pulls back, heaving, to glare daggers at the other boy. "No way. I just got her!"

"Seriously, just let me have her."

"No-"

Their voices begin to mesh and blend into one cacophony of noise, and you're frowning when Rafe's hands settle against the jut of your hipbones to snatch you away. He doesn't give you time to begin a string of petulant complaints, lips ensnaring your own in a fervent act of pure lust. You go pliant and soft, allowing your lips to part and make room for the wet muscle of his tongue that prods at the opening of your mouth, vying for entrance.

"Attagirl," he murmurs, a sweaty palm cupping the side of your face to draw you closer, other hand pinching at one pert nipple through the flimsy material of your shirt.

He pulls away to admire your half lidded eyes, clouded over with need as you absentmindedly rut yourself into Rafe's lap, tent in his pants growing by the second.

"Let's take her home. How does that sound?" Rafe asks.

For the first time that evening, the two boys are in agreement.