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are you ever gonna finish your fan fiction s
maybe? maybe not? LMAO i just finished season two and the urge to read is so much stronger than the one to write 💔 left the season with a few wives so i might post some drabbles about them!
cutting jjs hair for him and he’s looking up all lovey dicey 🤧
went for s1 jj hair
the aimless tresses that framed jj’s strong, prominent features grew long and interrupted his vision on a regular basis now. he’s grown use to combing his fingers through it, only to place a hat directly on to of the mess— reminded him of that to when he was just a boy and his father refused to take him to get it cut. saying it ‘interfered with what he had going on’ or ‘you’ got hair cut money?’
once jj got old enough to handle a trimmer, and what he thinks were kitchen scissors he tamed it on his own. but this time it’s gotten too out of hand for him to do it by himself. and he worries that he’ll fuck it all up of his just does it mindlessly.
then it’s a familiar occurrence when his girl begins to speak, that he has just the pretty lady to do it for him.
you’re splayed across the couch, head in his lap whilst his thumbs gently at the profound texture of your skin. with the angle his studying you at, his blonde locks pour downward and he pouts as it blocks his vision of the one human he’s die without seeing. yes, seriously.
“kinda like the long hair on you j.”
“want me to keep it just for you baby?”
“no, cause i know how much it gets in your way.”
you listened— you truly listened to his complaints. you didn’t use it against him. you’d mentally noted every complaint and took it with utmost care. no one heard him out, or listened to his waking thoughts, but you. to show his appreciation for that, his lips gently press against your top lip. grazing the cushion-like cupids bow with slowness and an overwhelming sense of giddiness.
“maybe you could cut it for me, i trust you with it.” that’s saying something, though jj didn’t do maintenance to his hair as one could tell by current circumstance, he knew his precious locks were what made him up physically— he’d like to keep it that way. he trusts you with his life, so why not add hair to the list
“you sure j?”
“always sure when it comes to you.”
next thing you knew you were in the chateaus bathroom, roles reversed as you were towering over jj. he was facing forward first so that you could trim his face framing pieces. so they could fan backward as they use to before they were outgrown.
“hm how about some layers?”
“if you think they’ll look good baby.”
“course’, you could make a trash bag look good.”
the way you compliment him, makes it feel like the earth has stopped spinning on its axis.
and he thought, dumbfounded, how could you—no—how dare you stand above him so beautifully. lulling him into a trance that he’d bargained for. there’s no logical explanation as to how he deserves you, but God, he’ll do any and everything in his power to keep you. out of all of the romance movies you’ve forced him to watch, he knows why those men made such sacrifices. it outweighs his heart, that’s why he nearly feels it stop beating entirely with every touch. for one person— he could never fathom this overwhelming amount of admiration.
his very own depiction of a dream before his fingertips.
“can’t explain to you with words how much i love you.”
as his words are spoken in the midst of bathroom air, and the clashing of scissors shredding his hair to the floor. you freeze, the rest of you could be found in a puddle beside him, melting with content.
“don’t have to j, you show it enough.”
UNMASKED!
(ethan landry x fem!reader)
contains: smut 18+ (minors and ageless blogs dni), fluff, fingering, piv (unprotected, wrap it up!), the rain trope, slight mommy kink, switch!ethan, unexperienced!ethan, a little bit of him being awkward in bed, swearing.
reader has she/her pronouns and uses female anatomy
summary: running into a classmate on a rainy night in new york turns into something unexpected, who would have seen that coming?
•
The night sky was illuminated by lightning strikes, casting eerie shadows upon the darkened streets of New York. Sinister whispers of a killer on the loose echoed through the air, causing your heart to race with fear. You clutched your jacket tightly, feeling the cold rain seeping through the fabric.
A figure emerges from the shadows, holding an umbrella.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked with concern.
You looked up, surprised to see Ethan Landry, someone who usually kept to himself in class. "Yeah, just trying to get back to my dorm before the goddamn storm gets worse."
"I can walk you back," He offered, holding out his umbrella.
You hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted his offer. As you walked together, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy with all the recent Ghostface sightings.
"Have you heard about the latest attack?" Ethan asked, scratching his head nervously.
You nodded, feeling even more on edge now. "It's scary to think that he's still out there." He nodded in agreement. "That's why I'm glad I ran into you. It's not safe to be out here alone."
You both walked in silence for a few minutes until you reached your dorm building. But as you went to grab your key, you realized it wasn't in your pocket.
"Shit, I must have left my key at my friend's place," you said, feeling frustrated.
Ethan offered a solution. "You can wait out the storm at my place. Chad is out for the night, so you don't have to worry about disturbing anyone."
You thought about it for a moment before ultimately accepting his offer. As you followed Ethan to his dorm, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions - fear, trust, and even a hint of something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on.
You hesitate, but then you realize that you don't really have any other options. "Thanks.” you say, feeling a little guilty for imposing on him.
"It's no problem," He says, smiling again. "I'm happy to help out a friend in need."
You walk with Ethan to his dorm, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. But as you step into his room and he hands you a towel to dry off, you try to push your suspicions aside and just be grateful for the shelter from the rain.
Can’t help but notice something about him, his smile was wide, and you catched a glimpse of his little fangs everytime he’d talk, something about his aura that seems mysterious and almost eerie.
But at the same time, it’s just so comforting. Either you’re insanely cold because he’s providing you with a warm and dry place to stay or it’s him who’s so charming. There’s just something that draws you in, despite the nagging feeling that something is off about him, you can’t help but feel a little safe.
He approaches you silently, offering you a cup of water.
“Hm?”
“It’s- for you.” He chuckled slightly, you appreciatingly take it. Watching him smile.
You tried to ignore the little voice at the back of your head, reminding you to be careful. Maybe it’s just your imagination, he’s just a friendly guy who wants to help out a classmate in need, but as you look at him again, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that there’s more to him than meets the eye.
As you sip your water, Ethan starts talking about his classes and what he's been up to since you last saw him. You listen intently, enjoying the sound of his voice and the way he lights up when he talks about the things he's passionate about.
The conversation continues, you find yourself getting lost in his words. The way he talks about things is so engaging, and you feel drawn to him in a way you haven't before.
The tension in the room is palpable, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. You know that you're attracted to Ethan, but you're not sure if he feels the same way. You take another sip of water, trying to calm your nerves and figure out what to do next.
You catch yourself staring at his lips as he talks, and you quickly look away, feeling embarrassed. But when you glance back at him, you see that he's been looking at you too, a small smile on his face.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence. The rain outside continues to pour down, the sound providing a soothing background noise. You catch Ethan looking at you a few times, but every time you turn to meet his gaze, he looks away.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" he asks, his voice soft.
You shake your head, feeling content and comfortable. "No, I'm good. Thanks for the water though." Ethan nods, his gaze lingering on you. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he says, his voice low.
You felt your heart skip a beat, wondering where this is going. "Really? Why?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
Ethan leans in closer, his breath warm on your cheek. "Because you're always on my mind," he whispers, his eyes locked on yours. Tone somewhat sinister.
Suddenly, there's a loud clap of thunder outside, and you jump, startled.
“HOLY SHIT!”
Ethan laughed, while you tried to act mad, but at the same time, it was somewhat cute..?
“I’ll be here the whole night, I guess I can take the couch, just so you know I’m not expecting anything, just making sure you’re fine.” He stammered awkwardly, smiling as the laughter died down.
You couldn't help but laugh at his awkwardness, "Dork, but thank you. I appreciate it." You replied, feeling grateful for his kindness.
Ethan chuckled, "Hey, what are friends for, right?" He scratched his head nervously, "I mean, I know we don't really hang out outside of class, but I consider you a friend."
You nodded, "Same here, and thanks for not leaving me out in the rain."
“No problem," The curly-haired boy replied, "Besides, I'm not gonna let you get murdered by Ghostface out there." He grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
You playfully rolled your eyes, "Thanks for the concern, but I think I can handle myself."
There's a moment of silence between you, and you can feel the tension building. You can't tell if Ethan is feeling the same thing you are, but you can feel your heart racing in your chest.
Without thinking, Ethan leans a little closer and you mirror his movement. You can feel his breath on your face, and you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment. Sending shivers down your spine.
He presses his lips against yours gently, his lips are soft for someone like him, has he even kissed anyone before? His touch melted you, his hand reached for yours, open-mouthed kisses everywhere. Ethan pulled away, surprised at the moment.
“Uh..woah.”
His face showed it all, his shock and his affection, the heat rose up to his cheeks, he plants another kiss onto your lips, more gentle and intimate than the first one.
“Up.” He said, tone growing more intimate.
Motioning for you to get on his lap, the next thing you know, you’re straddling him while kissing each other deeply. Your grip on his collar growing stronger, your free hand tangling your fingers in his hair while his left hand strokes down your back.
“I’ve never done this before…” He says in between kisses, “Well, neither have I.” You reply, “But you’re doing great.”
He lays down in the midst of a soulful kiss, as you hover over him, rubbing his flush cheeks with your free hand.
And by surprise, he goes for the ‘ass-grab’ and you giggle in between intimate kisses.
“How’d you learn to be a great kisser?” He chuckles breathlessly, left hand on your waist, shaking off his coat.
“Oh, you know. WikiHow.” You say in response, you both laugh at your words.
Ethan uses his strength to lift you up and carry you to his room, once you reach his bed, his lips crash against yours once again, sending jolts of electricity down your body.
“I’ve only gotten a taste just now, but you’re fucking amazing.” He chuckled, holding you in place as he pushes you down onto his bed.
“Just so y’know, I don’t have condoms on me.” He clarifies as he parted from your lips.
“It’s fine, I’m on the pill. You don’t have to bother with one, now, c’mere.”
You pull him by his collar, and give him a sloppy kiss once again. He takes his shirt off and fuck, is he that ripped?
“Is this okay?” He asked, fingers stuck onto your lt loops, “Yeah, go on.” You nodded and he doesn’t even hesitate anymore. The way he quickly pulled your jeans down wasn’t slow at all, it was somewhat urgent.
He breaks the kiss to lift your shirt off, and tosses it over his shoulder before he gets back to kissing you, he can’t help but look at your chest, he swallowed thickly. He cups the little wet spot on your panties, chuckling.
Your hand begins stroking the bulge of his jeans, he whines softly in your ear.
“Shit, whatever you’re doing to me-“
He gets cut off with yet another soft moan as you begin pressing the good spot.
He begins pulling down your panties, maybe to get even?
“What are you doing?” You question, holding his free hand.
“It’s not like you’re the only one who gets to be a tease.” Ethan replies, he grins sinisterly.
He slides his hand up your bare thighs, his ardent gaze brims with intense desire. Brushing a strand of hair from your face, the fingertips of his free hand gently grazing your cheek as he does so.
“Is this the- thing? Starts with a C, embarrassing how I forgot.” He asks, rubbing your clit, you can’t help but gasp at the stimulation.
“Yeah, that’s it, keep going- god.” You mewl, his touch melting you so hard.
Pushing a finger in your wet cunt, you lay your head back on his pillow, he kisses your neck as you do, biting the good spot. Making you release a soft moan. Closing your eyes shut at the pleasure.
“I think I just have to stretch you out, a lil’ bit more.”
He pushes another finger in, and your grip on his arms grow tighter, arching your back at the stretch, your hips touching his.
“Thrilling how I can make your pussy this wet just with my fingers, huh?”
Your walls squeezed down on his fingers, he chuckled at the feeling, leaning down to give you a messy kiss then pulls away.
You’re risen back up by the sound of him unbuckling his belt. He looks back at you, pausing.
His coated fingers brush your collarbone, Ethan smiled at the sight.
“For this, I’ll need to you to help me out a little, use your words, tell me what you want, shit like that.”
His blown eyes staring back at yours. Waiting for a response.
“Go on, Ethan.”
Calling him by his name? Guess that was just enough motivation for him to pull down his pants quickly. Revealing his hard-on in his boxers.
“So, is that just how it looks in the boxers?” You giggle, hands in his locks. His gaze stuck on your lips, swollen from the excessive kissing.
“Curious to see what it actually looks like, momma?” He said in response, fingers touching your bra.
“Mommy? I kinda’ like that.” You lean in for a deep kiss, your wet cunt grinding against him, his boner was quite literally poking into you at this point.
“Can’t fuckin’ wait anymore, please.” He pulls down his boxers, revealing his quivering cock. That was hiding under a virgin’s pants? Holy shit.
“You can go slow first, so I can adjust to that thing of yours, then you can start speeding up.” You said, leaning back, placing your head on his pillow.
He clambered on top of you, biting down on his bottom lip. A hunger growing in his chest.
“You look pretty like this, under me and getting ready to be filled to the brim with dick, you horny little thing.”
He goes for your neck, you feel his warm breath against your soft skin.
“Go on, Eth. I’d like to see if you’re good at giving hickeys for a first-timer.”
You felt him smirking, he sucks on your skin, stroking his tongue against your neck as your hands travel down his back, his cock rubbing against your clit. He leaves soft kisses down to your collarbone as you moan softly at the pleasure.
He places an arm next to your head, smiling at you.
“Ready?” As he positions his quivering tip right in front of your entrance. You nod, moving your hips, which was enough for him to push into you.
“We’ll take it slow, right?” He said, thrusting into you slowly. It wasn’t long until he whimpered at the sight of him deep in your throbbing cunt.
Your nails left marks on his back at the stretch, adjusting to his length. As his big hands grab your hips tightly, he whimpers in your ear, his little noises sending sexual electricity down your body.
You bury your hands in his hair, pulling him closer. Smiling against his neck, his thrusts are still slow, but then he pushes back in, excruciatingly hard, it hurt but, it hurt so good, you wanted more.
“Fuck, you feel so good like this, momma.” He whined in his state of euphoria, sneaking his hand down and rubbing your clit. This was really surprising coming from a virgin, but also really fucking good.
Your hand runs over his shoulder, moving with desire. His gaze moves from where you’re joint to your hand, eyes blown and driving you crazy. His tumescent cock pushing in and out of you, an intensely pleasuring experience. Your lips part in the moment of bliss.
Ethan leans down to give you a hungry kiss, taking one of your hands. His big hand holding yours was pressed dedicatedly against the headboard, the each finger interlocked in a tight embrace.
You could feel the heat emanating from his skin, his touch, a soft balm against the storm raging outside. You looked up and met his gaze, his eyes ardent with concern and tenderness.
He snapped his hips against yours, hastening. Every single thrust, he hit the spot. Drawing out your response even louder.
“Fuck, momma’, are you close?” He whined, breathlessly spellbound. His noises growing louder and more erotic. You felt each other lost in the moment, feeling senses of ecstasy unlike anything you both have experienced before.
“Yeah, keep going, Eth.” You panted, eyes shining with tenderness. His grip on your hand growing tighter, as the heat between you two increased.
Finally, the intensity reached it’s peak, your walls squeezed down on him, he spilled into you as he drew back, breathless and satisfied.
He looked at you, eyes blown, and hair messy.
“Jesus, fuck. That was..something.”
Enjoying the sensual afterglow of your shared experience, you pull Ethan into a breathless kiss, not wanting to let go.
“Unexpected night, I guess.” You said, planting kisses down his jaw
Leaning back down as Ethan laid down beside you, staring. Fixing your hair from the entire rollercoaster that had just happened.
Your fingers curl in the tangled locks of his hair, he's pressing multiple kisses to the top of your head and holding you tightly.
•
He sleeps soundly as you look out the window, still bare under the blanket, maybe you just had the best “first-time” of your life, but there might have been other things to worry about.
The Ghostface sightings still lingered in the back of your mind. You couldn't shake off the thought that you might be in danger, even in the safety of Ethan's dorm room.
The real question was;
“Who is Ghostface? And where will he strike next?”
a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind
summary; jj crossed his heart, hoped to die that he wouldn’t get in another dust up; now he’s suffering.
authors notes; getting back into the groove of writing full length fics, still doing blurbs. but if you have a request either way, requests are open.
pairing; jj maybank x pogue!fem!reader (reader is almost always a pogue, unless i specify other wise)
warnings; angst to fluff, maybe suggestive if you take it that way
It was unusual to not hear from JJ.
Whether it be sullen facetime calls, hundreds of affectionate text messages, or not being able to pry your hands off of one another in person.
It was just unusual.
Which is why you are silently cursing yourself, sat parked outside the Chateau. The Twinkie was gone, but that in more ways than one didn’t mean JJ wasn’t in his bedroom.
Maybe John B took it out on an errand.
Maybe John B, Pope, and Kie went out on the marsh.
The possibilities were endless— but JJ never was the type to miss out on a Pogue expedition. Nor was he the type to not tell you about it; hell he’d update you if he was doing a task, as simple as smoking a blunt.
Glancing down at the blue and grey text chain, a photo of JJ kissing the bone of your jaw ever so slightly adorned the top, a helpless dimple poking through— but, you couldn’t understand why most of it was blue. Why were they so many texts from only you?
J <3
JB did a lil fire tonight
Got mosquito bites in places I shouldn't have mosquito bites
Need you to help me scratch them :(
I'm being serious
Goodnight baby, wish I was sleeping with you
Those were the last few texts you'd received from JJ, after you'd worked a late shift at the wreck and he'd known you fell asleep. JJ also knew today was your late shift, typically he'd be at the front door of your home; parents ready to boot him out from how much he continuously rambled on about you. You even tried calling Kie, Pope, and John B numerous times with no response.
Yeah, something was definitely fucking wrong.
With a slam of your car door the leaves from the tree above crunch beneath your feet, adjusting your cropped tee so it didn't fall too low. Rays of the sun beaming thoroughly on the skin of your legs and the exposure of your back, making your way towards the screen door of the Chateau. Screen pulled back and worn out, the wood chipped and chewed but this wouldn't be the Chateau if it wasn't. Past the porch you step foot inside, pushing aside beer cans with your shoe clad foot; empty cereal boxes, stale three-day old pizza, open sodas. Anything that you could imagine that was on the hard wood floor, it was.
But what you couldn't find was answers.
"JJ!"
You called, knowing full well there wouldn't be a response as he isn't visibly here. But it's JJ, he could be fucking around.
"Baby!"
You tried the pet name in hopes that it would work, but as you enter his room and see an unmade bed with miscellaneous clothes thrown on it your thoughts grew thin. You huffed limp body falling back onto the solid twin matress.
Instantly flying upward upon hearing familiar voices and footsteps, one familiar voice in particular.
Questions seeming to be answered all at once.
Seeming.
"Did you see that headlock John B had him in?"
"Easy access! Took one hit and I swear I heard his jaw crack!"
It was, in fact JJ.
Doing that thing that he does after the Pogues think they've accomplished something big, yet they always fail to see the bigger picture.
Heat of the moment or adrenaline, you assumed.
"His face was so fucked up!"
"He's had it coming for a long time."
You confirmed it was John B's voice with Kies toward the end. Now the issue was, who the hell did they have to get into a fight with this time?
Though you may not know, you'd make certain to find out.
Creeping around the corner, you make your presence known at the entrance of the living room where they all stood. Appearing as if they's seen a ghost.
Not only did they not have the decency to include you or fill you in, but JJ's fist is coated in blood. Disheveled and mulled, like they'd been ran over by the same bus various times. Kie's curls fanned outwardly, John B with a busted lip, Pope with a black eye, and JJ with a welp against his cheek bone; a gushing cut seeping through.
Your voice grows horse, mouth running dry; fathomed by your supposed friends in front of you.
What were you? A sick joke?
"Look ... we can explain, JJ told us not to tell you and we-"
Kie offered, guilt eating away at her portraying a bad habit.
"Just don't."
"Shouldn't someone like ... be mediator this time, she might actually kill him."
Pope chimes in and it makes your stomach churn because he was partially true.
You brush past them, aiming for your car and of course JJ's steps behind you. Echoing your every move, fingertips knotting around your wrist in an effort for you to turn around and face him. Unexpectedly, your back met with the warm glass window of your car. His fists at the hood, arms hovering near the sides of your head. Tresses combed backward from his digits, out of fear that this situation right here would happen.
There were certain confrontations JJ appreciated and certain one's he didn't.
He had no problem with pummeling someone unrecognizable for the sake of his friends, which spells out the entirety of this.
The confrontations he hated though was this one, the one where he can't even look you in the eye. He invariably lost his tongue in a fight with you, his past making him think that every fight could result in you abandoning him and never coming back. For the long run.
"You should go get that looked at," you spat, biting back so harshly. Peering at a slash that would take weeks to scab over.
"Just stay okay? This doesn't have to be a fight."
His speech is low and he's looking everywhere but at you until you shoved him- hands connecting with his chest in an effort to get his attention and for him to stop caging you in.
Exasperated that he couldn't just tell you, that he couldn't just talk to you about it.
Animosity that he would dare get his precious face damaged in such as way.
Irate and bitter that his somehow get himself in this overwhelming imperilment.
A menace before you.
"It does JJ! We're lying to each other now? This is what we do?!"
It was a show, a show that people would stream on television for their on laughter and enjoyment.
But this was the sheerness of a susceptible couple, glass nearly empty.
Time bellowing out.
"I had to baby!"
Not to be dramatic but JJ's heart had been stitched together once, when you entered his life.
And that's why he tried his utmost to prevent any interference in this relationship.
Because now he swears, he can physically feel a stitch rip open with every remark you make.
"We tell each other everything JJ!"
"And I didn't tell you 'cause, I knew this is how you'd react!"
He stands still with a clenched jaw; tight enough for teeth to grind, hand gesturing at your current 'pissed off' stance—notrils flaring and mouth agape.
And he thinks this actual smoke fuming out of your ears.
Silence fell over the two of you, stood so desperately apart in the misty front yard of the Chateau.
"It was Rafe," He rasped through monotone. "We had to take this round while we could-"
"So fucking stupid, you know he's coming back for ya'll!" You still speak sharply, infuriated past envy. "M'the one treated like shit, just for you to get one up on Rafe Cameron ... of all people JJ!"
"I know, baby! I know-"
He reached for your arms, in ordinace to hold them close, but he failed whilst you inched to the car door.
What's upsetting is, after the fight and pirior to it- JJ craved to breathe in your oxygen and get lost inside your lungs.
"I dont care if it's a decision I won't like, it's still something I deserve to know," and now your voice is just growing weary. "You do such dumb shit and m'expected not to say anything."
All JJ could do was ache.
Ache with regret.
And ache with longing at the feeling of you not wanting to be near him.
He hadn't even gotten a kiss today, for Christ's sake.
"You said you wanted all of me JJ, I gave you that. Why aren't you doing the same..."
Your figure folds, stepping low into the car, JJ running forward bloody fist pounding on the glass window. Praying to God, that you'd give in just this once and hear him out.
"I am! I fuck up one time and you're there to make sure I don't hear the end of it!'
He's finding his voice, a minute two late as his takes note of gear switching and the vehicle moving backward to leave.
"Get out! Don't go ... please don't baby!"
“Baby!”
He trails behind the moving car, as if running would make a difference.
But you wouldn't be there this time.
The last altercation he got into, you were on the other end to clean his bruises and linger kisses onto his cuts; yet, there was also an agreeance that he wouldn't be caught up in another scrutinizing fight.
You validated yourself in thinking you had the right to your reaction.
And JJ validated himself in thinking he was right in not telling you, your words engraving in his brain like clockwork; agatizing that he saw reason.
Nearly a chore for him to listen— heardheaded beyond belief.
Ravaging in the come down.
Always finding the beat, now they can't find the rush.
All filaments of emotion turned to dust.
“You can stop shitting your pants now, she’s already seen us.”
John B’s banter is not one that makes JJ’s tongue stop clicking, nor does it make his leg stop bouncing up and down out of horrid anxiousness.
He’s forced John b to take him to your home, only to be dismissed in your family saying you weren’t around.
You were, you just couldn’t stand to see JJ.
Fed up with his antics and his constant need to put himself in a position of hazardous instability.
Allowing him to resort to plan ‘work invasion’— the one place he knew you couldn’t escape him.
Despite how he typically acts, JJ has precise memory when it comes to you. He still has the little crumpled piece of paper you gave him in first grade— folded neatly inside his wallet, being besotted with you for that long.
‘I like your hiar — signed Y/N’
He picked fun at the way you spelled hair, though he took pride in his hair since then. And no matter how much he misplaced things, he endlessly found his was back to that note.
Resembling you, evermore.
With that being said, remembering your work schedule was something of ease to him.
You did glance at them stepping foot into the eating establishment, sat at a table on the far side— also know as your serving section.
Ultimately, you didn’t want to argue any longer with JJ; you didn’t want to argue to begin with. You bargained with him to learn— to learn that he can’t always have his way.
Especially when he’s teasing you so, showing up during your shift, and wearing that stupid fucking navy blue button up shirt besides the fact that it was, unbuttoned. Chest on display, muscular and built.
You felt the dagger of his eyes on your back whilst you served the table that was ahead of them, still feet away. Unable to concentrate on the order, eaves dropping on their conversation.
“Ma’am, are you listening?”
“Sorry … sorry what was that?”
Your saccharine voice apologizing to the woman and her small child, JJ chews the inside of his mouth. He despised going longer than a millisecond without hearing that sweet, sweet sound, laced with the inticement of veneration.
Accidentally fumbling the pen and note pad in your hand, rubbing your sweating palms onto your greasy black half-apron.
“Just two milkshakes.”
The woman was quick to repeat, voice more stern at you for not getting it right the first time.
But JJ was going to win you over, wether that be clogging every toilet in the stalls to announce to everyone that there was a plumping problem— isolating only you and him.
Though, he had something else in mind. Maybe not we’ll thought out to most, but it was the quickest and most efficient way he new of to win you back over on his side.
You slide your feet against the tiled floor, anticipating serving the group of Pogues. Instead you plaster on as fake as smile, and interrupt their witty banter by clearing your throat.
“What can I get ya’ll today? Our special today is a main dish of lying with backstabbing on the side.”
You were being bitter and you knew it, purposefully standing on the side of the table that JJ wasn’t on. But still the dining chair screeched on the floor, in an effort to move closer.
“Look we actually love you a lot more than JJ, if we’re being honest,” Pope conquered, and Kie and John B shook their heads in eagerness, willing to mask the tension in the air. “He convinced us to leave you out of it and we didn’t want to get in the middle of anything.”
“You don’t have to justify anything JJ did Pope, he chose to break our promise and that’s on him.”
You sneered, eyes rolling harshly at the blonde that’s twirling his thumbs— peering up at you with a deathly smirk on his features.
“That was a one time thing, Rafe deserved it baby, you know he did.”
“Baby, you know he did.”
John B mocked JJ, warning a kick from JJ’s combat boot beneath the table with a scoff.
“Did you guys hear something … like this irritating buzzing sound of some bastard talking?”
That earned a hissing sound from John B, the actual remnants of what JJ felt from that comment.
“Are y’all ordering or what? I have other tables to serve.”
You conquer, JJ’s at the edge of seat, tapping his foot. His sense being filled with that of burgers, shrimp and grits, anything he could utter but he didn’t have an appetite.
No, not when the only thing he had a hankering for was currently in front of him.
Back straightened and stood tall, typically a stance he’d drool over but he can’t get past the weeping sensation— dire need to never be at odds.
To simply just be.
For you to be his, and him be yours.
All over again.
“I was hoping you were on the menu.”
Courage emphasizing his words, eyeing you up and down— nearly eyefucking. Seeing now as his opportunity to go in for the kill.
“Okay, you know what-“
You’re spinning on your heels, in a notion to walk away— refusing service.
Until.
“JJ! Get down, my parents are never gonna’ let us back in here!”
But, he didn’t give a fuck.
A sickly pit in your stomach causes you to turn around, to be met with a JJ stood bright eyed— a disfigured expression and sunken shoulders hanging low.
Standing atop the table, head closer to the ceiling than it ever was before. Loud and proud, whilst his hands clapped, cupping together for a infamous effect.
Your face burns with prim red scrutiny, horror covering your face— just powerful moments ago.
Insides scrambling to nothing, a stupid toothy grin plastered across his features.
Wreckless, per usual, consequences of no variation to him.
He’s irrevocably standing on top of a restaurant table with only lovingly sullen eyes.
“This woman right here,” He gestures his arms toward you, all bodies turning toward you— wanting to cower in shame but oddly enough you were enticed and lead by infatuation.
Pope and John B, just let JJ do his thing— either way he was going to do what he pleased.
Crowds of familiar faces, family, a friends— some with mouths wide open in awe, some making snarky remarks, and some wishing like hell that it was them.
“She’s gonna’ have my babies,” He started a small chuckle escaping his lungs. Announcing to the entirety of the restaurant, giving them entertainment; despite the promise he broke to not get himself hurt again.
This though. This was promising, and convincing and everything in between.
Salvaged with being allergic to the waiting.
Waiting for you to come around.
You’re in the room, you earn his gaze.
You open your mouth, he’s hypnotized.
Starstruck.
“And m’gonna have those lips on mine for however long she lets me … forever I hope.”
He beamed, Kie’s father’s disgruntled face entering the room, waving at JJ to get down.
A sinister grin still on his features.
“And ya’ll will pass by us in disgust, that you can’t be us. That you can’t have our love.”
You’d hoped someone was behind you because you were about to collapse.
“This enough of an apology for you, pretty girl?”
He echoes, bits of his accent flowing through the sentence.
You managed to fight the smile on your features.
Let’s just say JJ proclaiming his love infront of nearly thirty people didn’t come close to his usual public displays of affection.
“Get your ass down!” Kie’s father, Mike, stammered, and JJ willingly jumped down from the table, being that he wasn’t finished.
And he knows by the smile lines next to your mouth— that this argument is officially past tense.
And he knows that tonight he’s going to relish in all the delicacies that you have to offer him.
“I mean it was alright,” you joke, picking fun to pass your inkling of embarrassment.
Knowing that it topped any apology you’ve received.
JJ glides over to you, hands wholeheartedly cupping your face, thumbs nestling you chin. Like the two of you were on a stage and this was a live performance.
You hold his heart in your hands internally, JJ is merely thankful to be alive during this lifetime with you.
Appreciating your existence and the relationship the two of you founded, together.
He places a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly. Delving them together, molding with perfection and engulfing yours with his.
Exhilarated to have the opportunity to graze mouths with yours.
“Don’t ever make me chase you again.”
But, he knows he’d do it all over.
Standing hand in hand, with lovelorn souls.
Knowing that he’d redo it without hesitation.
The two of you stand, hand in hand, souls filled with lovelorn.
Imagine how funny it’s be if it was the “break up with my son” trope with rich boy gojo but instead of break up it’s his mother begging you to stay with him forever because he gets insufferably sad/annoying when you’re not around
[ FINALS WEEK ] GOJO SATORU.
“satoru.”
“please don’t leave me,” his voice is croaked, frail, broken. you roll your eyes—gojo has always had a knack for being the most dramatic person in the room, but you think of all his moments, this one might just take the cake.
“this is ridiculous—”
“please,” he even pretends to sniffle, and for a moment, you almost consider actually leaving him. “i’m nothing without you. empty with no meaning—”
“satoru, it’s just for this week,” you say flatly.
gojo has always been spoiled, and truth be told, you don’t hold yourself to the standards you’d like to be able to say you do in order to break the cycle. but really, it’s not your fault—his pout is rather dangerous, and he’s pretty damn good at whining, and he knows how to bat his lashes just right to get what he wants. this time, however, you’re determined. this time is strictly a no-giving-into-satoru time, and he can shed pretty tears all he wants, but you’re not relenting.
“what if you fall in love with someone else during our one week break up? i won’t make it if you do,” he gasps dramatically. you have to hand it to him—his ability in theatrics is at least persistent, even if quite a bit overdone sometimes.
“i’m sure your house would be peaceful then,” you snort. you can just picture the offended pout on his lips even though he’s not here, and you’re somewhat happy that he can’t see the smile you crack over the phone—that would only add to the drama, and he’s already a handful without the addition.
“baby, don’t do this,” he begs, making you sigh.
MORE SUB!STEVE HARRINGTON!!!! THAT SHIT IS MY OXYGEN
read them all 😞 am i gonna have to take matters into my own hands because i will
its so annoying having to scroll through 100s of eddie and steve fanfics when i am on the nancy wheeler x reader or robin buckley x reader tab
literally. why are posts about the deaths in stranger things in robin’s tag. can i be gay in peace
MORE SUB!STEVE HARRINGTON!!!! THAT SHIT IS MY OXYGEN
junho nsfw alphabet pls 🥺
nsfw alphabet with hwang jun-ho.
— unedited cus we die like men.
warnings: smut and cursing.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
the most caring person ever, i’m telling yall. he’ll make sure you’re alright and all cared for before even thinking of taking care of himself. and this for him subbing OR domming you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he likes his hands or thighs a lot. watching you ride his thighs or become undone with just his fingers is better than getting himself off, to be honest. on you, however, he likes your chest. playing with your nipples (even if it doesn’t turn sexual) or sucking on them is somewhat relaxing to him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
let. him. cum. on. your. chest. nothing else to say. OH and he loves when you cum on his fingers (like said before.) watching you suck his fingers afterwards (or if you make him do it) gets him wanting yet another round.
going for a night walk with saebyeok through the city and she pulls you into an alley and kisses you
late night kisses drabble, kang sae-byeok x reader.
— unedited cus it’s late and i’m tired AND cus we die like men.
you’re not sure what time of night it was when both you and sae-byeok stumbled out of the bar, collapsing in a heap of laughs once you hit the hard ground. “you’re totally the reason we never go out.” you wheeze through giggles as your freckled girlfriend pushed you playfully. “i have no idea what you’re speaking about.” she stated, amusement evident though she tried to sound as innocent as possible. “yeah? okay, maybe don’t try to be a hard-ass next time to a lady who was just trying to serve me a drink and we could stay?” suggesting it while dusting your clothes off after standing up, you give sae-byeok a look that she fully understands. “...i’ll think about it.” she mumbles, reaching over to grab your hand and intertwine your pinkies, so she could tug you down the sidewalk. all of this with a soft smile covering her features. you let her, of course, enjoying the little comfort her pinky brings.
silence ensues as you both walk down the streets to get home, hand moving back and forth as you swing them childishly. sae-byeok didn’t seem to mind, however. then again, she never really did. the next action was quick and unexpected, you were pulled into a dark alleyway, the only light being emitted from a dim streetlight. the most you could do was laugh, the tipsiness not having worn off just yet.
just a moment later lips were on yours, slightly chapped yet you wouldn’t wanna be kissing anyone else. your hands came up with cup her cheeks, deepening the kiss as much as you could, but the tease would hardly let that happen. when you pulled apart, both longing for air, you stared at her with a sly smirk and raised brow. “was that because i drank the drink she got me before we left?” you questioned with a laugh that only grew louder when she flipped you off.
saebyeok with a very clingy s/o?
kang sae-byeok x a clingy!reader
— unedited cus we die like men.
warnings: none, rlly.
i can honestly see sae-byeok probably loving a clingy s/o 😭
but it kinda depends on when and where you display your clinginess.
like when in public, she might not like it as much. pda doesn’t seem much like her thing.
she’ll hold your hand or intertwine your pinkies so she can pull you along the streets.
We need more sub!Sae content pLeaSe-
coming after i finish up my wips!
hii if ur comfy w doing dom readers, can u do sub jun ho x reader? or sub salesman 😳😳
baby boy, hwang jun-ho x reader.
— unedited cus we die like men.
warnings: sub!jun-ho x dom!reader. small thing with degradation. cursing. got kinda sad at the end LMFAO. praise kink and pet names (baby boy, good boy). would being referred to as a “damn dog” be pet play (if so, yea. 😭) implications of getting offed.
the policeman gripped at your waist, head tossed back in pleasure as you nipped and sucked at his neck, creating dark marks all around it.
jun-ho was a writhing mess under you and although he tried his best to keep the moans at a minimum, he was failing miserably.
“panting like a damn dog and i’m not even doing much.” you murmured against his neck, hands pulling down the red suit in order to reveal more skin for you to mark. your pointer and thumb finger found his nipple to twist and rub at it, failing to contain your soft laugh while he bucked his hips, causing friction between his bulge and your crotch.
Hi, would you please write for the salesman?
i do write for him! there's just no requests in my inbox for him at the moment and i'm working towards getting requests done for now :)
HII CAN U PLS WRITE FOR GI-HUN ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING U FEEL LIKE IS GOOD:DD
YES I CAN & IT’S COMING SOON <3
your writing is another level! I love it sm, esp the sae-byeok content. Do you have an Ao3 acc? If not, you really need to write some fanfics! However, youre very talented
no i don’t have an AO3 account, but i’ve been thinking about making one for the longest. thank you though <3
hey! hope you’re doing well :) can you write sub!saebyeok/reader nsfw? something with saebyeok having a praise kink or something? thank you so much 🥰
pretty girl, kang sae-byeok x reader.
— unedited cus we die like men.
warnings: sub!sae-byeok x dom!gn!reader, cursing, praising (sae-byeok receiving: good girl, pretty girl), smut obvs (minors do not interact!), fingering, more to be added.
can we all guess who’s been living rent free in my mind ….
the bed creak was enough to wake you from your light slumber, hands coming up to rub at your eyelids as they adjust to the slight sunlight peering through the window curtains. there was sudden movement - a sleeping body, otherwise known as your girlfriend, flipping around in her sleep to face you, snuggling slightly in the warmth of your body.
your hand came up to push some strands of hair out of her face, letting it fall behind her ear as she grew even closer to you because of the motion.
“mm, we probably have to get up in a few minutes,” you murmured, voice still soft and slightly sleepy.
she was awake enough now, eyes fluttering open while she stared down at you. you don’t exactly know what you expected to come out of her mouth but the plain and simple “no.” that did made you let out a small laugh.
