Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.
Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.
Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.
★ motel sex
★ how he gropes you
★ the night before he’s off
★ cuddling turned fingering
★ you told him you were ovulating
★ when you get home from a date
★ fucking you in the back of his work truck
★ when he comes home from a long work trip
★ when he catches you making breakfast for him
★ how he wakes you up before he has to go to work
STEP-BROTHER RAFE CAMERON
EX HUSBAND RAFE CAMERON
BLUE COLLAR RAFE CAMERON
BOXER RAFE CAMERON
SEXIST!RAFE CAMERON
MILITARY!RAFE CAMERON
ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU
POGUE BOYS X BIMBO!READER
JEWISH!RAFE X JEWISH!READER
DREW STARKEY X YOUNGER!DIZTY!READER DENTIST!RAFE X BRATTY!READER INCEL!STREAMER!RAFE X GIRLY!READER LIFEGUARD!RAFE X NERDY!READER OLDER!RAFE X COLLEGE!STUDENT!READER
♡ 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎:
BEFORE YOU NOTICED
SUGAR-COATED CHAINS
THE PRINCE’S PRIZE
BUFFALO 66 AU TAINTED TEMPTATIONS BASIC TRAINING EXECUTIVE PRIVILEGE
♡ CELERBRATIONS
BLUE BANISTERS 1K CELEBRATION 4K CELERBATION
♡ OTHER
RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST JJ MAYBANK MASTERLIST JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE MASTERLIST POPE HEYWARD MASTERLIST
summary: you and jj get into a drunken fight and ignore each other for days. in those few days, your friends don't hear from you and go looking for you, only to find you unconscious in the middle of nowhere.
warnings: hurt/comfort fic. drunk fights. mentions of blood and stitches. fluff. happy ending.
Pissed was an understatement. You were furious; full of blinding rage — and so was he.
It started off as a small argument when you saw some girl throwing herself at JJ. You knew he wouldn't ever entertain it, but you were drunk and got jealous (something JJ always thought was cute, except for that day). So, things got heated between you.
You couldn't help it — whoever she was, was practically drooling all over him and trying to touch him wherever she could get her grubby little hands. You saw him laugh hard at something she said, only making her lean into him even more. It drove you mad. Even more so when he didn't seem to be getting rid of her.
Why wasn't he getting rid of her?
Usually when you argue, it hardly ever turns into a full blown fight. It was one of the things the rest of the pogues were surprised by, but fond of. But this time, things were said that can't necessarily be taken back.
Clingy. Possessive. Annoying.
The way he shouted them at you was on a constant loop in your mind. The fact that he'd shouted at you in the first place was enough to have you offended.
Asshole. Fuckface. Mentions of a break up.
Don't fucking talk to me again.
You couldn't escape it. Everyone knew that JJ was prone to outbursts, but never with you. No, he always kept his cool with you, even during fights. He always found a way to calm himself and you down, always said he didn't want you to go to bed angry because if you did, it meant he failed at making you happy. At being your person.
Now, it's been two days.
Two whole days without seeing or talking to him. Two days of bone crushing dread.
Kiara had told you about everyone getting together at John B's, and said JJ was already there. You didn't mind keeping it civil while with friends, but you weren't gonna be the first one to break. You were standing your ground.
When you arrived, JJ got up and left without a word.
It was like taking a knife straight to the heart.
You acted like it didn't bother you, but your friends knew you both better than that. Pope tried to offer some consolation and advice, you shrugged it off and said you were fine, but he'd never seen you so quiet before.
On the third day, no one had heard from you at all. John B texted you about the swell, and all he got in reply was a simple no at ten in the morning.
Sarah and Kiara texted and called you throughout the day wanting to have a girls night, go shopping, do something without the boys. They knew you were upset, and nothing could cure a hurting heart like some time with your girls.
They didn't get a response either. It wasn't until later that they started to really worry.
You had always been good at keeping your friends in the loop, even if you weren't up to hanging out. You'd say you wouldn't make it, but you'd see them the next day, or whenever you could. You'd still respond to random texts and sent tiktok's, at the very least giving a reaction to it.
Today was radio silence. Even JJ was starting to worry, though he tried not to show it. The girls got mad at him for that.
"You're being an idiot, JJ" Kiara told him.
"Seriously! What if something happened to her?" Sarah added.
JJ rolled his eyes, sighing. "Nothing happened, okay? She's probably just trying to get a rise outta me, and it's not gonna work, alright?"
Everyone was silent at that, because they knew you'd never take it that far.
"I'm gonna go look for her" Sarah spoke, getting up from the couch. She had an uneasy feeling she couldn't ignore.
Kiara volunteered to go with her, and eventually everyone except JJ had got up from their seats and headed towards the twinkie.
Pope looked back at JJ and let out a deep breath, full of disappointment. "Come on, man. Even you know this is out of character for her, and if you really aren't worried like you're acting, then you're not who I thought you were."
He let the door slam after that, making JJ groan and harshly rub his face. The thought of something happening to you was eating him from the inside out. It wasn't until he heard the sputtering engine start that he got up and ran to the van, shouting for them to wait.
After deciding the first logical place to check was your house, the ride was silent. Shaking legs, fiddling fingers, insides of cheeks being chewed.
It got worse after they found out you weren't home.
They checked everywhere. The boneyard, the park, your favourite cafe, the bar, even checked if you worked that day. Nobody had heard from you.
Everyone was arguing on where to look next, having a hard time deciding since you didn't frequent very many places, and being unable to come up with anything that would make sense for you. They were silenced when JJ got behind the wheel, telling them all to get in.
There was one spot they didn't check.
The drive was a bit lengthy for the tension, the trees growing thicker didn't put anyone at ease. It was a spot you and JJ had found a few years ago while fucking around and exploring questionable terrain. You'd found a small, beaten path and begged him to see where it lead.
To both your surprise, it was a small pond with a semi stable gazebo with a hole in the roof that was big enough to stargaze through. You'd spent quite a bit of time out there together, calling it your own and claiming it as your future wedding spot.
The memories had JJ clenching his jaw.
How could he have been so stupid, so stubborn? You were the light of his life, how could he treat you like this? All you did was shower him with the love he so deeply craved. You cared about him more than anyone, and he hurt you. There were a million thoughts running through his mind.
Were you hurt? Were you with someone else? Was this really a break up and not just a fight gone too far?
If it was a break up, JJ didn't know if he'd ever be okay again. You were his girl, forever and always. He knew he'd never be able to move on from you, and he never wanted to.
He slowed down as they got closer, hearts and minds feeling slight relief at the sight of your car. Before he had the van in park, Sarah and Pope had hopped out and ran to your car to check for you.
JJ was silent as he walked past and through the trees, everyone sharing looks of confusion before shrugging and following along. It was quiet. Mosquitos buzzing and crickets chirping could be heard all around. The occasional twig snapping under someones shoe.
"Where the hell are we going?" John B broke the silence.
The path was dark. Sarah and Pope had turned on their phones flashlight as JJ replied, "It's a spot we found a few years ago."
Just ahead they could see the clearing, and the faint outline of the gazebo. Kiara called out your name as she looked around, but got no response. As they got closer to the gazebo, JJ started to run.
It wasn't until he kneeled down that they saw you lying there.
"Hey, hey, wake up" he shook you gently. No response.
"C'mon, baby" he tried again, but it wasn't until Pope shone the light on you that they noticed the blood trickling down your temple.
"Oh god, what happened?" Kiara asked no one in particular.
John B walked around looking at the gazebo, noticing a fallen board nearby, a tiny splotch of blood on the corner. "This happened" he held it up.
JJ clenched his jaw, ashamed of himself for being so stubborn and letting you get hurt. He scooped you up and held you tight, "Hospital. Now."
Everyone ran back down the trail and got the van ready to go, JJ going as fast as he could without light, trying not to trip and hurt you even more. Pope helped him get you in the van, Sarah shutting the door as John B sped back to town.
He sat on the floor with you pulled against him. Cradling your head and gently stroking your hair away from your face, pulling it out of the drying blood and exposing your wound. It didn't look life threatening, but you'd definitely need stitches.
"Check her nose" Pope said, turning his flashlight back on.
"For what?" John B asked.
"If her brain is bleeding!"
"There's no blood" said Sarah.
"It's not blood that comes out, it would be clear and watery and it's not good."
JJ looked, then wiped a finger under your nose. "She's good" was all he said.
They went back to being silent after that, watching with sadness as JJ caressed you and kissed at your head over and over. Any other time anyone saw him tear up at something, they'd have laughed and poked fun at him for breaking his tough guy exterior. This time, they were silent.
It was his worst nightmare come true. Fighting and not talking, on the brink of losing you not just temporarily, but forever.
He ran into the hospital as fast as he could when they pulled up, careful not to shake your head too much. He screamed for help. He placed you on a bed. He watched as they ran away with you, checking your pulse and your breathing, and he was left there to wait.
It felt like a lifetime sitting in that waiting room. Twiddling his thumbs, watching the news, reading shitty magazines. He tried to nap, but his brain was working overtime telling him all the things he did wrong in your relationship, specifically the last four days.
He tried to see you.
The doctors and nurses kept telling him no, family only. They didn't listen when he said he was your boyfriend, and they didn't care that he was the one to bring you in. Pope and John B had to hold him back and talk the staff out of kicking him out.
He had to wait nearly six hours before he got to see you. Six dreadful hours. Your parents never showed up, so the doctor finally let him in after JJ explained that they were on another continent, and the only family that was here, was them.
They all piled into your room, staring at you. Stitched and bandaged, monitor clipped to your finger and an IV attached to the opposite hand.
"She's going to be fine," the doctor began. "Minor concussion at most."
"Then what's the IV for?" JJ asked.
The doctor sighed, knowing he wasn't letting up until he got answers. "C'mon man. She's got no one else here" JJ spoke, fatigue preventing him from snapping.
"It's antibiotics in case of any infection from the wood, just a precaution. I'll leave you to it" she nodded before leaving the room.
Everyone stayed for a little while before leaving. John B and Sarah said they'd be back in the morning with some clothes for you both and some food. JJ sat in the stiff visitors chair, scooting close and holding your hand, resting his head on your bed and finally getting some sleep for the first time in days.
He woke up to a soothing scratch against his scalp. He always loved when you'd play with his hair.
His head shot up and he stared at you, wide eyed. Everything he wanted to say to you got bunched up in a ball and stuck in his throat, his eyes watering as he struggled to get any sort of word out.
"It's okay" you whispered, and he lost it.
"It's not okay" he shook his head, "I'm so sorry" he sobbed. He apologized over and over, a blubbering mess. You rubbed his hand, his arm and his back as he cried until he calmed down.
"God, I'm an idiot" he sniffled, "You're the one hurt and in the hospital and you're the one comforting me" he shook his head, wiping his eyes and nose.
"That's okay" you shrugged.
"No, it's not!" he argued, rubbing his face in distress. "Are you okay? How's your head?" he asked, moving to sit next to you on the bed, not letting go of your hand.
"It's fine. A little sore but.." you shrugged.
He just stared at you. He tried to come up with anything to make the situation better, but he couldn't.
"I'm so sorry, baby" he whispered. "For everything. The fight, the things I said, everything after. For being so fucking stubborn I- I'm so, so sorry."
You nodded. "I'm sorry too. I--"
"No, you don't have anything to be sorry for."
"JJ stop. Just because I hit myself in the head doesn't mean I didn't also fuck up, okay? I lost my shit on you and it wasn't cool, I was just.. I don't know. Drunk and jealous, and I didn't handle it well, clearly."
"We were both idiots" he stated. "I just, I need to make sure you weren't serious when you mentioned breaking up. Or if you were." He choked out.
Every single part of him was praying you didn't mean it. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you did.
You shook your head, tears spilling out. "No," you sniffled. "I don't want that. Do you?"
"No, no, absolutely not. You're it for me, sweetheart."
You were released from the hospital a few hours later. John B and Sarah had brought you some clean clothes and a peanut butter sandwich with a wildberry juice box. You scarfed it down before they even started to take you home. When parking outside your apartment, they both gave you a big hug and kiss on the head before leaving.
JJ didn't let go of you since you woke up. He always had a hand on you, or holding you, he even helped you get dressed before leaving the hospital. He doted on you all day long, making you food and snacks, bringing you water, massaging wherever he could get his hands on you.
You'd spent the day watching movies, talking, cuddling. Making up for the days lost.
He'd made spaghetti for dinner, then ran a bath for you, candles all around and bubbles filling the tub. He undressed you, helped you in, and then sat on the floor right next to you.
"What're you so far away for?" you asked, and he scooched closer. You shook your head. "Get in" you said.
You watched as he undressed and climbed in behind you. You leaned back against him and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing your arms, shoulders, neck and chest. Relishing in the love and affection he was showering you in.
It was quiet and relaxing, and you never wanted it to end.
"I love you" JJ whispered, kissing your head. "So much."
cw: jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader, pope heyward x reader, john b x reader, group sex/orgy, slight voyeurism, oral (m. rec), MMMMF, public-ish, fingering. wc — 1k.
The party was everything you'd expect at a kook party—expensive liquor, white powder, smoke curling in the corners. You were tucked into a plush couch in Tanny hill's drawing room, away from prying eyes, sipping something strong and sugary while Rafe’s playlist thundered through the walls.
What you didn’t expect though? The Pogues showing up. They slipped in like sin. JJ’s shit-eating grin led the way, John B and Pope trailing behind, eyes scanning the room.
Normally, Rafe would’ve flipped, grabbed a golf club, started swinging. But tonight? Tonight, he was high. Loose. Dangerous. His pupils were blown, his lips shiny with whatever he’d been sipping, and he just grinned from the couch, legs spread, head tipped back. “Fuck it,” he muttered. “Let’s play a game.”
Pope hesitated before speaking. “What?”
“Truth or dare,” JJ said easily, flopping onto the armchair beside you like he owned it.
And just like that, it spiraled. A few drinks in, and the dares turned filthy. Then it was Pope’s turn.
John B leaned forward, grinning. “Truth or dare?”
“...Dare.”
Rafe’s eyes glittered as he sat up, the skin of his thumb in his mouth as he mulled on a thought. “I dare you to get her off.”
The room stilled. JJ let out a low whistle as Pope’s face went beet red. “What the fuck, man?” Pope choked, shifting. “I’m not—come on.”
“You picked dare,” Rafe said with a lazy shrug, almost like this was all a joke. “Unless you’re scared of a little pussy?”
You swallowed hard, your drink feeling hotter in your throat. You were the center of the room now. Every pair of eyes locked on you.
JJ’s voice cut through the tension. “I’ll help him.”
You snapped your head toward him but he was already crouching in front of you, eyes hooded, that cocky smirk tugging at his mouth. “Unless you’re not into it, princess,” he added, voice low, searching your face.
You nodded silently, speech suddenly failing you. JJ touched you like this was the plan all along. “Relax,” he murmured, hands sliding up your thighs. “We got you.”
He glanced at Pope. “Take her panties off.”
“Oh, I—What?”
JJ laughed, loud and breathless while Pope struggled with words. “You’ve seen a pussy before, bro. Stop shittin’ yourself.”
Pope was clearly panicking, but you lifted your hips anyway. Helped him fumble with your underwear, tugging them down. JJ helped too, slow and smooth, fingers brushing your skin on purpose, more than necessary. He tossed the panties onto the coffee table with a flick.
“Now…” JJ caught Pope’s hand, guiding it between your thighs. “Start here. Gentle.” Four fingers dragged along your folds, Pope's—hesitant, shaky, JJ's—Sharp and controlled. Your legs eased wider as they circled around your cunt, a gasp ripping its way out of you. JJ watched your face the whole time. “See that? She likes it.” He leaned in to Pope’s side, voice soft but sure. “Right… there. Feel that? Curl your fingers—just a little.”
You whined, hips twitching, the stretch of their fingers sweet and aching.
“Jesus,” Pope breathed. “She’s dripping.”
JJ grinned. “Told you she was a good girl.”
Your head fell back. You could feel your heartbeat between your legs, Pope’s fingers trembling but trying, and JJ’s breath warm against your thigh.
Then a shadow fell across you—John B.
He sat on your other side, eyes dark. “You mind if I join?” he asked, hand already sliding up your leg. You barely managed a nod before his fingers brushed your clit, firm and slow.
“Oh—fuck—” you gasped.
JJ’s lips brushed your ear. “That’s it. Let them take care of you.” He looked at Pope. “Faster now. You’re not scared of making her cum, are you?”
Pope shook his head.
You were panting, trembling between their hands, pleasure building fast and hot. JJ climbed behind you, straddling the back of the couch to lean down, lips at your ear. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured. “All fucked-out for us already.”
Your eyes fluttered open, and found Rafe. He hadn’t moved. Still across the room, legs spread, hand palming his jeans, watching.
JJ tugged your top down, freeing your tits, and pinched your nipple. You cried out when his hand clutched your jaw pulling your face up to connect your lips with his.
“She’s close,” John B said roughly, circling your clit.
“Let go for us, baby,” JJ murmured, biting your earlobe. “Right here, in front of him.” he nodded toward Rafe.
Rafe’s smirk deepened, eyes burning holes into you.
“Come on,” JJ whispered. “Be a good girl.”
You came with a cry, hips grinding into their hands, thighs shaking and eyes locked onto Rafe’s. John B didn’t stop—he worked you through it, relentless and steady against your clit, until your moans turned to breathless whimpers. JJ kissed your neck, softly kneading your tits. “That’s our girl.”
The room went quiet before Rafe’s voice broke through. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered. His gaze dropping to your bare chest then to your panties on the table. “You let them use you like that, sweetheart?”
You opened your mouth, unsure what to say. But Rafe was already moving. “Get on your knees.”
You dropped without thinking, heart pounding, thighs still trembling, still dazed eyes looking up at him. He circled you slowly, like a shark. JJ, Pope, and John B stood close behind you now, watching, hands still warm on your body.
“Open your mouth,” Rafe ordered.
You parted your lips.
JJ slid a hand into your hair, angling your head up for Rafe, firm but gentle. “Atta girl.”
Pope crouched beside you, brushing your cheek, still in awe. John B was behind you again, fingers playing with the flesh of your ass while Rafe undid his jeans, pressing his cock to your mouth. “Show them how good you are.”
You swallowed him down, eyes watering as your throat stretched, making Rafe groan, his hand fisting your hair.
You felt JJ whisper in your ear, filthy and sweet. “You wanna cum for us again, baby?”
You nodded around Rafe, drool already sliding down your chin. Pope’s fingers found your cunt again. John B’s hand drifted to your clit. JJ kissed your temple, watching you unravel as Rafe used your throat, thrusting down your throat at a punishing pace.
“You’re perfect like this,” JJ murmured, two fingers rolling your nipple.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, mind floating in ecstasy as pleasure floods your senses. Every touch, every hand, every flick making you buck, whine and whimper harder and harder. Tears slip out of your eyes, dragging your mascara down with them as your body twitches with overstimulation.
You’re pulled back down when you feel Rafe twitch and tense in your mouth, shooting his seed out with a broken moan. The deep, rumbling sound pushing you over the edge all over again. You gasp and squeal feeling your walls spasm around Pope’s fingers, making Rafe chuckle darkly, fingers tightening in your hair. “You're never cumming again without thinking of this.”
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