cw: REQUESTED / SMUT, foursome, (oral m. rec), anal, piv, slight size kink/overstim, pope x jj x reader x john b dynamics.
You’re spread out like a fever dream across JJ’s chest, bare thighs straining where you’re braced over him on all fours, arms shaking from holding yourself up. His cock fills you from underneath, thick and hot, and you can barely process anything but the stretch of it.
Pope’s hovering above, his knees on either side of JJ’s head, guiding himself toward your mouth. And John B’s at your back, hands tight on your hips, cock already nudging your puckered hole, glistening from how wet you’ve gotten just from the prep.
JJ smirks lazily under you, voice slurred with a grin. “Bet you’d look fucking pretty all filled up, huh?”
You’re trembling too hard to reply. John B’s pushes in, slow but not gentle, and it feels like you’re being torn in two. Full in both directions, the pressure unbearable. You choke on Pope, moan around him, hear JJ hiss below when you clench down too hard on his cock.
They’re all making noises now. Pope groans as your mouth opens wider to take him. John B cusses softly, hips working into your ass with the control of someone trying not to lose it. JJ stays quiet, his hands firm on your thighs, grounding you, letting you ride out every inch of stretch from above and below.
The first few strokes are rough. Messy. Overwhelming. And then, rhythm. A fucked-out sync. Pope’s hips bump your mouth shallow and urgent, his moans louder than the rest.
John B rocks into you from behind, one hand hard on your hip, the other wrapped around and on your stomach, feeling the tip of JJ’s cock protuding out.
JJ’s beneath you, just lies there and takes it. Lets it all happen, watches while his thumb lazily strokes over your clit. His breathing’s ragged, his brow furrowed. His cock twitches every time John B drives you down harder onto him.
Then, Pope starts to falter, just slightly, just for a second. But JJ’s hand moves. Reaches up, over Pope’s thighs, then hips, presses lightly over his stomach and then wraps around his cock—stroking him with purpose. Pope shudders violently, thrusts twice more into your mouth, and spills down your throat with a gasp.
He collapses forward, forehead resting against John B’s, who’s grip is harder than ever. Hips rocking into you while his hands push and pull, making you take him impossibly deeper. His hand palms the flesh of your ass a few times before landing a sharp smack against you, making you clench around both him and JJ. He groans against your spine. “Gonna cum,” he pants. “Fuck—fuck—”
One more thrust and he buries himself deep, hips jerking forward as he empties inside you with a broken sound. His hands linger at your hips for a beat, then slide away. He leans forward, presses a kiss to your back, and slowly pulls out, eyes glazed.
JJ’s still inside you. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t let go. Just cups your waist like he’s waiting for something. “You gonna cum with me?” he asks, voice husky.
“JJ,” you whisper. “too much—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He grinds up into you and you jolt forward, a sob ripped straight from your throat.
“Don’t tap out now, baby,” he says, lower now, like a secret. “Come on. You’re gonna cum with me.”
Your breath catches hard. JJ adjusts beneath you, angles deeper, thumb drifting between your legs, and it’s too much. John B’s cum is already leaking out over your thighs and onto JJ. The mess of it makes it slick, obscene. He rubs slow, precise circles against your clit while fucking up into you with steady, devastating rhythm.
“Full of them and still takin’ me,” he murmurs. “Sweetest girl ever.”
You whimper. He tightens his grip. “You’re mine yeah? They dont get to feel you cum.”
It builds like a tidal wave. Breathless. Crushing. His thumb never lifts, his cock keeps hitting deep, perfect, “That’s it, cum with me,” JJ groans. “Let go for me, baby. Please.”
You break almost instantly. Your whole body seizes as you cum. It’s hard, sudden, blinding. You scream his name, clenching around him, shaking. And JJ lets go at the exact same second, thrusts stuttering as he pours into you, holding you down so tight you’ll feel the bruises tomorrow.
The room feels like it’s spinning. Just breath, and sweat, and the quiet sound of your heart beating in your ears. JJ strokes your hip, almost absentminded. “That’s it,” he mutters, chuckling.
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Warnings: toxic!rafe, swearing, physical alteration, hints to domestic violence
Summary: you accidently spend the night at your friends house and Rafe has something to say about it
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: more rafe 🤭🤭 this one has him being a little (😬) toxic so be warned!!
You’d fallen asleep at John B’s house. You knew that because it was barely 8am and your phone was ringing its head off, a sleuth of calls and messages lighting up your screen. You let out a groan, rolling over on the pull out mattress in John B’s living room, untangling yourself from Kiara whose limbs were spread out like an eagle on the bed, and picked up your phone.
Your eyes were bleary as you blinked at the screen, already knowing who was sending you all these messages. Like you’d expected, you saw Rafe’s name all over your phone, missed calls and countless messages lining up your home screen.
You’d made the mistake of telling Rafe of your plans to visit John B and his friends last night. You’d had a good relationship with them a couple months ago but had started to drift apart when you and Rafe started seeing each other. Wanting to remedy that, you’d all planned a bit of a party, just between friends, to catch up.
Rafe hadn’t been happy when he found out. At first he told you not to go, adamantly raving about how crazy John B and his sister were. When you informed him you would be going, because they were your friends and you’d known them way before Rafe started disliking them, he made you promise two things to him. One, that you wouldn’t drink, and two, that he’d be able to see you the next morning.
Looking around with groggy eyes and noting the many empty beer cans, you realised belatedly that you’d broken both your promises.
“Shit,” you mumbled, sitting upright and rubbing your eyes.
JJ gave a groan from the mattress a few steps away. “I will smash whoever’s phone that is if they don’t shut it up right now.”
You gave a sheepish smile even though he couldn’t see you, noticing the other’s restlessness too. “Sorry guys, my bad. Rafe’s just texting me.”
That caught their attention, JJ sitting upright immediately and the others stirring into separate states of awareness. You winced; you should have known better than to mention Rafe, because for all that your boyfriend didn’t like them, your friends disliked him more.
“What’s got him so riled up?” John B asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
You cleared your throat, trying to grab your bearings as you looked around for your shoes. “Oh, I was just supposed to meet him this morning and forgot so…”
Pope raised his eyebrows. “So he’s blowing up your phone? And why were you supposed to meet him at-” Pope checked his watch. “-8:07am?”
You hesitated. “Well, I didn’t set a time, it's just he wasn’t expecting me to sleep over so he probably came early to see me and found me missing.”
Sarah gave you a look, probably the most tired out of all of them but still in her right mind enough to tell you, “that’s like, a walking red flag.”
You laughed slightly, though it was forced. “He just cares. Speaking of, I should probably, y’know, answer his texts.”
There were mumbles and mutterings but no one spoke against you as you looked at your phone, reading the most recent texts from Rafe.
Where are you?
Why aren’t you home?
Did you stay at John B’s for the night? You better not have had anything
What the fuck Y/n. Where are you?
I’m coming to John B’s
Shit. Rafe couldn’t come here. There were so many ill feelings with him in the mix and you didn’t want anything to unfold between him and your friends.
You texted him back hastily but he didn’t reply, telling you he was already on the way. Shit.
“He’s coming here?!” Kiaria read, leaning over your shoulder. You were quick to hide your phone but the damage had already been done, all of your friends certainly wide awake now.
JJ let out a disbelieving shock. “Wait, wait, Rafe Cameron is coming here? Did I get that right?”
You cringed. “Um. Kind of? But I’ll meet him outside, you guys won’t have to see him at all-”
Rapid pounding on the door cut you off. You saw Sarah pale and couldn’t help but feel guilty. How fast had Rafe driven to get here?!
“John B,” Rafe called through the door. “John B open up.”
It was as if a switch had been flipped. Instead of your friend John B who teased you and begrudgingly accepted your choice in boyfriend, it was John B who hated Rafe, a dark look in his eyes as his hands curled into fists by his side. No one spoke.
“I know you’re in there!” Rafe’s voice got louder; he was shouting by now. “Where’s Y/n? What’d you do, huh? You hurt her? Because I swear to God if you did-”
John B was up and striding to the front door before any of you could stop him. He was like a man possessed, his usual calm persona replaced with an indescribable anger that could only come from countless bad experiences.
He opened the door with a slam, barely avoiding hitting Rafe who didn’t look pleased with the fact. “You think I’d hurt Y/n? She’s my best friend.”
Rafe let out a low scoff, and you could tell he was pissed just by the tone of his voice. You loathed to see the anger on his face. “I wouldn’t put it past you. Where is she?”
John B seemed to still be stuck on the fact Rafe thought so low of him. “I’ve known her since we were four,” he argued.
“You’re a Pogue,” was Rafe’s immediate response.
“She’s a Pogue!”
Rafe was silent for a moment. “Where is she?”
“No, let’s go back to the fact you think I’d be the one to hurt her-”
“Where is she?!”
You heard the sounds of a skirmish and immediately went for the door, as did the rest of your friends. You should have gone earlier but didn’t want to have to be in the middle of whatever had been going on with Rafe and John B.
When you turned the corner you saw Rafe and John B wrestling. Rafe must have tried to get in and John B forcefully stopped him, which led to John B pinned against the wall with Rafe’s arm pressing on his throat. They were both glaring at each other, wearing similar expressions of loathing on their faces. Rafe looked like an entirely different person, a hint of something wild and scary hidden in his eyes.
“Rafe, stop.”
At the sound of your voice Rafe paused, the pressure on John B’s throat lessening. He turned to look at you, his whole face softening at the sight. There was a look of relief on his face that had guilt eating at you as he took his arm away from John B’s throat, the boy coughing as fresh air entered his lungs.
“Y/n,” Rafe breathed, taking a few steps towards you.
Until your other friends took a step forward, crowding you behind them. The same hostility took over his face, the wild look you’d seen in his eyes increased, his pupils dilating slightly.
“I’m fine,” you whispered frantically to your friends. “Seriously. Let him through.”
You admired your friend's loyalty. It warmed your heart to see them caring about you that much, even when faced with this quite frankly terrifying version of Rafe you hadn’t experienced. It was misplaced though, because Rafe would never hurt you.
They reluctantly did as you said, JJ needing some hasling from Kiaria before moving away. And as soon as they did the softness was back in Rafe’s expression and he was in front of you, wrapping you in a tight hug, hands holding you as close as possible to him as he kissed the top of your head.
“You alright?” he murmured into your hair.
You nodded into his chest, his comfort sinking into your very bones. Rafe seemed to act the same, his tense posture relaxing as he held you in his arms, inhaling your scent and letting the comforting smell of you calm him down.
He pulled back suddenly, a hint of irritation on his face. “Why didn’t you answer my texts?”
You looked down guiltily, feeling like a child being reprimanded by a teacher. “I was asleep.”
“Here?”
You flinched at the stern tone of his voice. “Yeah…”
“Did you drink?” When you didn’t answer him he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Did. You. Drink?”
Rafe shot him a dirty look. “Stay out of this Maybank.”
“No I’m serious, stop manhandling her,” he insisted, gesturing to Rafe’s fingers still curled around your chin.
“Don’t tell me what to do with my own girlfriend, you pathetic little Pogue,” Rafe hissed.
You let out a gasp, pulling away from your boyfriend. “What the fuck Rafe? Don’t call him that!”
Rafe turned his murderous expression on you, and for a second it stayed murderous, causing a sense of unease to start churning in your gut. It lessened to irritation but you couldn’t get the anger of his previous expression out of your mind, the feeling that in that moment he would have done anything to get his way.
“Y/n-” he started, a hint of frustration in his voice, but JJ didn’t even let him finish.
He moved forward, placing his hand on your stomach to gently guide you behind him. You only let him because of your sudden hesitance around your boyfriend, but this seemed to only make his mood worse.
“Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend.” Rafe surged forward and you let out a gasp, barely moving in time as the two men toppled to the ground, fists being thrown and legs kicking. You were screaming at them to stop but neither man listened to you. John B finally managed to pry Rafe away, only for your boyfriend to immediately turn to him.
You ran into the middle of it before he could, and you swear to God even after recognising you for a second there you were sure he was still going to go for the hit. He managed to restrain himself, however, and said through very gritted teeth, “Y/n, get out of the way.”
You stood your ground, refusing to budge. “Stop hurting my friends.”
He scoffed, looking at you like you were a naive child. “Friends? You consider them friends, Y/n? You can’t trust them. They don’t care about you like I do. No one does. The only person you can trust is me.”
“You sound fucking psycho man,” JJ sneered, blood running from his probably broken nose. He wiped it away as he spoke, smearing it over his face.
“Mind your damn business,” Rafe snapped. He turned to you, grabbing your arm almost desperately. “Let’s just go, yeah baby? We’ll leave, and forget this shit ever happened.”
He started leading you out of the house and you let him, until you were standing in the doorway with him out of the building, which was when you stopped, taking your arm away from him. Rafe looked at you questioningly.
“I’m gonna stay here for a while longer, Rafe.”
You watched him still, hands flex before curling into tight fists, his jaw clenched.
“What?” that one word, so quiet you could barely hear it, filled you with overwhelming dread. You’d never heard this tone before, this quiet, deadly tone. He was always explosively angry. This felt like the calm before the storm.
“I’m going to stay here,” you forced yourself to say, grateful your voice came out even.
Rafe took a deep breath, thoughts spinning in his head, before giving a yell and kicking the empty bottles on the steps of the porch, causing the glass to smash and shatter. “Are you serious right now? Are you fucking serious Y/n?! After everything I’ve done for you? You were a dirty fucking Pogue before me that no one wanted to touch. I made you into something and you repay me by doing this?!”
He was yelling. Screaming. Eyes full of rage focused solely on you as he moved forward to grab you. Your friends were quicker, John B, JJ, Pope all standing in front of you. Kiara and Sarah both grabbed each of your hands, giving you the support you so desperately needed.
“Time to go, Rafe,” John B said, voice low. “You can’t take on all of us.”
Rafe knew he was right. You could see him, the fight in him not so much deflating as it was changing, realising he wasn’t going to win by brute force alone. He looked at you behind your friends, a frightening anger in his eyes. What was worse was you could see through it, to the sickening desperation underneath, the knowledge that he needed you ringing in your head.
You dropped your gaze, guilt and fear warring inside you. Rafe let out a low scoff, hurt and disbelief coating it. You heard footsteps and risked looking up, finding Rafe leaving the porch. At the edge he turned back though, eyes finding you immediately, and spoke in a low, almost threatening tone before leaving without another glance:
this is heavily inspired by that part in friends where everyone finds out about monica and chandler😭 this is also in little segments for each character finding out.
also, some of the events dont match up to the storyline of the show. i just thought of storylines for this fic and incorporated them into this.
synopsis: jj and reader have had a secret relationship for the past couple months, secret all thanks to the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule. but what if the pogues find out on their own?
you loved jj. truly. the past couple months with him have been amazing, though you both yearned to be able to do this in public. but you wouldnt, not with john b around. sneaking around with jj was fun,
of course it was, but it got repetitive very quickly.
until you got found out.
pope:
hushed giggles and rapid footsteps invaded your bedroom as jj and you rushed inside for some very much needed alone time together, lips crashing together between laughs. your hands wandered his biceps, feeling them flex and twitch under your fingers.
it wasnt long before his hands were on the back of your head, tugging your head closer for another kiss. you resisted, thinking you heard footsteps. he grumbled, trying to pull you closer once more.
“c’mon princess, i havent been able to kiss you all day! let me make up for it now.” he mumbled, lowering his head toward your neck.
he sucked and bit at your neck, soothing the slight sting with a swipe of his tongue. he barely got to touch you today, let alone kiss you! he felt like he was going insane.
“jay- just- someone might be coming.” you mumble lowly, tilting your head up to allow him to kiss your neck.
yeah, so what? your resolve was weak when it came to jj, you couldnt help it.
“you’re paranoid, cupcake. jus’ give papa j some lovin’ yeah?” he grins goofily against the supple skin of your neck.
“y-yeah… you’re right.” you agree, allowing your hand that was previously itching to grip jj’s hair finally doing so.
you allowed jj’s kisses to travel up your neck and to your lips, your tongues immediately fighting for dominance. jj sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, fiddling with your crop top’s straps. he pushed the strap to the side, allowing it to fall off your shoulder.
pope, who’d watched jj walk in your room, had swung the door open to ask jj what he was doing in your room. his jaw had dropped, but jj just smirked. until his brain caught up with what was happening, in which his smirk melted off his face and grew into a more flustered look.
“uhm- jj- y/n-“ pope stumbles over his words, eyes wide in shock.
your own face was complimented by a light tint of pink, your hands now resting on jj’s shoulders rather than in his hair.
“well- w-we can explain.” you say, hopping away from jj’s body.
“we’re kind of, like, seeing eachother… in secret though, so please please please… dont tell anyone, especially not jb.” you explain, your eyebrows pulled together in concern.
“y-yeah, yeah.. okay… how- i mean, how are you two together? why?” pope asks, confused.
“well pope, when two people love eachother-“ jj starts before you smack his chest.
“we got together after the midsummers, to be fair jj was pretty tipsy. but we’re really happy together, and he’s great.” you smile.
“and the sex is just as great-“ jj guffaws before you give him a deadpanned look and his laugh dies into more of an awkward smile.
“im uh, im happy for y’all…” pope says, before shooting us a smile and quickly making a break out of the room.
”god, that was so awkward.” you mutter.
kiara:
the both of you were at an infamous boneyard party, maybe a little too tipsy. neither of you cared very much though, just dancing and having fun with your boyfriend, brother, and friends.
you’d excused yourself to go and grab another drink, jj offering to come with you. he followed behind you like a lost puppy, and once you were far enough away from the others he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“y’know why they call this ‘the boneyard’ baby?” he whispered seductively with an even more seductive laugh.
“no, why?” you bit your lip to supress a smile.
“well, obviously because people’d come here all the time for parties. and y’know what they’d do?” he paused for a moment before continuing.
“they’d bone, baby!” he laughed, pulling your hips closer to his own.
“‘nd i think we should do the same… y’know, continue a legacy or some shit.”
“hmm..” you hum.
“i guess… it wouldnt be a bad idea..” you giggle, turning around and holding his face in your hands and pecking a kiss on his lips.
“mm, good girl.” he grins, his head going straight to your neck to suck hickeys onto the skin there all while being too drunk to care about who would see it in the morning.
you let out an involuntary shiver, your arms wrapping around his neck while your fingers fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“jump.” he mumbles huskily, and of course you comply with that tone of voice.
he catches you in his arms, wrapped around your thighs. he quickly takes you away from prying eyes toward the twinkie, pushing you against the door.
“the things you do to me…” he groans, his hand caressing your thigh.
“y’so pretty baby, cant believe i landed you…” he says in a lovestruck tone, kissing up your neck and eliciting a couple of breathy moans from you.
he pulls you away from the door to pull it open, laying you on the floor of the twinkie. within seconds of shutting the door, his lips are back on you sucking and kissing. his hips rolled against yours as his wandering hands pulled the end of your dress up.
“oh baby, y’soaked through your panties… all this mess f’me?” he smirks, fingers playing with the edge of your panties.
“y-yeah, all f’you jay… please..” you whimper, and of course he cant deny you.
he’s completely pussy whipped, and he doesnt mind admitting it.
“i know baby..” he coos.
“i’ll help you baby, my good girl..” he grunts, unbuckling his belt.
you giggled in excitement as your legs instinctively spread further for him, until the door opened and kie stood there.
you were frozen in shock, this was the second time! jj closed your legs, giving you some sort of dignity.
“kie…” he starts.
“oh my god… john b’s actually going to end you.” the frizzy haired girl muttered.
“what? no he wont, im his best friend. he knows i’ll take good care of her.” he shrugs, though deep down he was worried john b would disapprove.
“please, kie.. dont tell anyone, not even sarah… we’re gonna tell everyone eventually, but just in our own time.” you plead, hoping she’d keep this a secret for our sake.
“okay, fine… but you keep being reckless and everyone will find out on their own.” she said, before grabbing what she needed and shutting the door.
and god, you knew she was right.
cleo:
jj was just working at the shop, stocking shelves and working behind the counter. you were supposed to be doing the same. key word: supposed.
see, you were too busy ogling at jj. i mean, how could you not?! he was a total dreamboat with his fluffy hair, his cargo shorts, those damn sleeveless shirts he always wore that made you want to jump his bones. dont even start with the rings.
you figured you must be ovulating because this never usually was an issue, and the dirty thoughts infiltrating your mind definitely didnt help.
“staring’s rude y’know?” he laughs slightly, not even looking up from whatever he was doing from behind the counter.
“i wasnt staring.” you reply, clearing your throat and starting to stock shelves again.
“right, and im not baked all the time. sweetheart, there’s no shame in drooling.” he snickers.
“i am not drooling.” you had to check your mouth to make sure you really werent drooling, the way you were so distracted with him you werent even sure what was happening around you.
“whatever you say.” he sighs, closing the cash register after counting the money. “c’mere darlin’.”
you didnt even fight it when your legs automatically started moving behind the counter, god you were so down bad. and you didnt even care.
you immediately gripped his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, not able to resist him and his damn kissable lips. he let out a surprised grunt, but kissed you back.
this kiss lasted for a couple minutes, blocking every other thing in the world out. you guys were in your own little bubble.
“whatchu doin’?” cleo’s voice sounds out from infront of the counter.
you quickly jump away from eachother, jj scratching the back of his neck. god this was so embarrassing, you seriously needed to get better at this sneaking around bullshit.
“ah, i see… you guys been mackin’ eachother huh?” the girl grinned.
“glad to see y/n’s finally getting some though.” she winked at you.
“ha ha, funny.” you huff.
“please dont tell anyone..” you ask.
“or do, not like it’d make much of a difference. we’re always getting caught-“ jj gets cut off by a slap to the chest.
“shush jj, she should keep it quiet.” you hiss.
“right, yeah. cleo, keep it quiet.” he says.
“huh. rude boy’s pussy whipped.” she huffs out a laugh, walking out of the shop.
“well- wh- are you gonna keep it quiet?!” jj calls our after cleo but earns no response.
john b & sarah:
jj and you were just cuddling, that was all. nothing more, nothing less. there wasnt any sexual intentions behind it, just some romantic cuddles between lovers. and he’d just been beaten by his dad, again, so he needed some extra loving from his girl.
“he’s an asshole, jay… i hate what he does to you, i wish i could kill ‘im for you..” you say softly, carding your fingers through his soft hair.
“i wouldnt let you do that, cant have my pretty girl goin’ to jail for me.” he smiles, kissing your cheek lovingly.
“mm, you’re so perfect jay.. y’know that?” you ask.
“nah sweetheart, i think you’re the perfect one.. have you looked in the mirror lately? i mean, hot damn.” he grins.
you blush, you were never good at accepting compliments. “jay, stop…” you whine a little, covering your face.
“nuh uh… i wanna see that beautiful face of yours.” he pulls your hands away from your face and pecks the tip of your nose.
“much better.” he smiles.
the door swings open, the exhausted couple - john b and sarah - barging through with their small, 3 year old toddler in tow.
“yo jayj, can-“ john b’s voice dies out in shock.
“what the fuck man?!” his voice rings out, sarah placing a hand on his bicep to ground him and remind him of his son still in the room.
“you’re macking my sister?!” john b huffs, the vein in his neck popping out in anger.
“john b- i-it isnt what you think! we arent.. macking! okay?!” you get up to stand infront of john b, blocking his view of jj.
“john b.. we’re dating, jj’s my boyfriend-“
“wow! that’s supposed to make it better?! you’re supposed to tell me, y/n! and jj! my best friend man, what the hell?! could’ve atleast asked for my permission!” john b was so angry, he just wanted the best for his baby sister, wanted to protect her.
he really wasnt ready to see her getting into relationships, having to let her go and be protected by some other guy who wasnt him. a guy who could hurt his baby sister.
“he doesnt need your permission! im my own person okay?! if there’s anyone you can trust with protecting me, its jj! you know that! he’s as loyal as a damn golden retriever!” you defended jj.
it seemed to calm john b a little, sarah was outside the bedroom so the little guy didnt hear the ruckus.
“yeah… god, yeah you’re right… i just- i dont want you to stop being my baby sister, i wanna be able to be the one you always come to when something’s wrong.. i wanna protect you.” john b says softly, he was used to having to protect you since dad had gone to find the royal merchant, and was now dead.
“i know… and you still can okay? you and jj can be like- like guard dogs, huh?” you giggle.
“john b.. man, i love her.. i really do. she’s everything to me. you can trust me.” jj reassures.
sarah comes back into the room once she hears the calm talking between you all, little baby jesse john routledge, or jj as everyone called him, following with a smile.
“so… you two huh?” sarah wiggles her eyebrows, grinning.
“yeah…” you smile, blushing slightly.
“well, i guess… i approve, but if you hurt her maybank-“ john b starts.
“you’ll kill me, i know. i’d kick myself over and over if i ever hurt her, before you could even kill me.” he sincerely reassures.
“well, now that’s over… could you watch jesse for us? we gotta go help out around the store…” sarah asks.
“sure, we’ll look after him.” you smile, picking little jesse up.
jj looks at you with the utmost love in his eyes, and john b knew he’d made a good choice trusting jj with you. john b could see how in love the maybank boy was, it was a look unlike any he’d ever seen on the boys face, and if you knew jj, you knew he was a facially expressive person.
john b smiled, ushering sarah out the door and closing it behind him. all he heard as they left were giggles from the three of us.
Summary: The Pogues feel betrayed by the readers sudden relapse into drugs, but they re unable to be angry at her for too long as something terrible leaves her needing their support more than ever.
How are you all? I hope you had a great Christmas and new year. Sorry if you’ve sent in a request I am prob not gonna get around to writing it for a long time if I haven’t started writing it already (there’s a few half done drafts). I’m only gonna do requests that resonate with me and aren’t too similar to ones I’ve already done. Reminder that I’m here if any of you need someone to speak to! Love y’all <3
Chapter Thirteen
In a swift manoeuvre, Barry's silver barrel had been flung upwards in order to strike JJ in the face, crashing into his nose with a bone breaking smack. JJ's hands instantly flew up to cradle the mess with a pained gasp. An instant stream of blood flew from the breaks in his flesh and dripped down onto his lips, flying into his mouth and momentarily choking his throat; adding to the sudden reverberating dizziness in his skull.
As Barry had made that move, your shaking fingers had made their way around the handle of Rafe's pistol and slid into place on the trigger, pulling it with no hesitation.
Rafe shouted and jumped, seeing the half second of yellow fire spit out from the end of the barrel. He braced for unspeakable pain to hit him at any moment; the searing tear of muscle and sinew, a hellish hole blasted into his skin. His sudden movement had caused Kie to panic and press down on her trigger, sending a small metal pellet into the back of his shaved head before the sound of your shot had even stopped resounding through the air.
Rafe had felt a short, dull throb accompanied by a mechanic click... and nothing else.
He lifted his hand to feel for blood that wasn't there, and then it only took him a second to realise that the woman behind him bore no real threat, and your bullet had missed. He growled, grabbing the airsoft pistol from Kie's hands and throwing her onto the ground. Within another second, Barry had flown past JJ and the blonde had swiftly gone to grab him, but his bloodied hands had not fallen from his face fast enough, missing the sweaty catch of the dealers vest by an inch. Then you fired another shot.
JJ froze. His eyes darted between everyone in an infinitesimally fast movement.
Barry was tackling the boxes of paraphernalia from John B, uncaring and unaffected by the distraction of gunfire - after all there was only one person that he cared about getting shot. Pope was pacing towards the Range Rover with his faux prepared-to-fire stance, intent on quickly getting to you and Kie despite the way his nerves were on full alert with the danger all around him. Kie was hurriedly picking herself up off the ground, her eyes trained onto you - lying on your side, panting with a shaking gun held between your closely bound hands. Rafe was gripping his shoulder and dark blood was seeping out between his fingers.
He let out a loud, pained shout before starting to back away, although JJ saw a vivid moment of violent contemplation on his face. JJ swiftly started to shift towards you, carefully lifting his arms straight and squaring his shoulders in preparation to deliver another shot to the Kook prince. Before he could do that though, Barry ran into his field of vision, the boxes tucked under his armpit and with John B in pursuit.
JJ redirected his aim to the new bullseye. His eyes squinted as he focused.
"John B!" He shouted, and the brunette turned with a startled halt.
JJ pulled the trigger.
Rafe pulled open the drivers door and Barry fell to the ground.
The boxes tumbled from his grip and landed beside him. The Scrabble box opened and spilled; bleeding green wads onto the reddened grass, flecked with polka dots by the new hole in the back of Barry's thigh. JJ didn't move his aim, slowly moving his legs and refusing to take his eyes off the target.
"You don't wanna kill him, man!" John B shouted, stood in a motionless panic with his eyes darting between JJ, yourself and the dealer.
Kie and Pope had gotten to you and helped you to stand up, immediately cutting at the masking tape around your arms and then attempting to check your injuries, which was difficult with the way you'd brushed them off; vision still trained on the action scene and gun at the ready.
Barry had picked up the boxes and started trying to run again, this time with a serious limp, not even attempting to collect the cash that had been dropped. There was blood cascading in heavy streams down his leg, soaking all material and making his sock squelch with every struggled step.
His head was precisely in JJ's sight. The vision of his skull caved in around a tiny entry wound and blasted apart by the exit was easy to picture. There was already such a deadness to his hungry eyes that JJ didn't imagine any change to them - only the stillness of which they would forever stare, and how the rest of his features would become as rotten and lifeless to match.
"Are you okay? What happened to your head? What did they do?" Kie's worried voice broke through the ringing in yours and JJ's minds but the words translated into nothing, even as her fingers delicately reached the mess of blood dried into your hair.
"It's like harpooning a shark." JJ thought.
Another shot pierced the thick air.
A bullet had whizzed a foot past JJ, wedging itself into the ancient trunk of a fallen tree, and from the furious scowl set across your face he wasn't sure if you'd missed him on purpose or not.
He noted that Pope or Kie must've cut the grey tape that had been holding your wrists together as it clung to your separated arms like dilapidated wings of ashen bandages. Your shoulders were squared and your footing stood even, so in spite of your ragged breathing, JJ was inclined to believe that you'd shot the bullet exactly where you wanted it to go. He'd been the one to teach you how to shoot after all.
Then you shouted; and your voice was raw and torn, sounding painful to force out.
"Stop!"
Stop?
His eyes darted back to Barry. He was pulling at the passenger door of Rafe's car as it had started, shouting at the brat to 'let him in'. The greasy mop of black hair was still a tauntingly easy shot and JJ lifted the gun again in a reconsideration of that decision.
There came another ragged shout and JJ looked back to you, realising that Kie was shouting as well as you. Maybe it had been the car headlights flicking on or the sudden drop of survival adrenaline, but JJ hadn't realised how disheveled you appeared to be until then. A streak of blood drying down the side of your face which was partially bruised, fading finger marks wrapped around your neck like a burning scarf, and maddened eyes that were somehow both dampened and blazing.
"Put the gun down!" Kie had cried whilst you'd repeated "Stop!"
The certainty of your command felt like the final warning from a tired but vicious warden. He momentarily hesitated, then let his arms drop, watching half dismayed as the car sharply reversed out of the elm tree's shadow and disappeared down the empty winding road.
Blood was still flowing uncontrollably over his lips, cascading off of his chin in a macabre waterfall. He wiped away some with the back of his hand, ignoring the fervent pain, before dropping his gun and finally running straight to you.
By that point, Pope had rushed inside to look for a first aid kit whilst Kie was attempting to get a better look at the gash on your head. John B was stood a foot behind her, asking if you were okay and anxiously trying to offer assistance. As JJ had gotten closer he'd realised that there was a tiny scratch on your cheek accompanied by the pink indent of Rafe's pistol. It wasn't deep enough to drip, but petite bubbles of blood had formed along the minuscule line.
There was no forgiveness in your glare, but he opened his arms and went to desperately embrace you anyway, hoping that despite your rightful anger you were as relieved as him.
Before he was even within five feet of that potential embrace though, you shouted again - this time pacing towards him with wobbly steps and a determined scream.
"You can't ever just not be an asshole, can you? You can't ever just listen to me! You said you weren't going to do this! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Upon reaching him you threw Rafe's pistol to the ground and pounded your fists into his chest with unthinking, guttural anger, your voice losing itself by the second. "We both could've died - all of us! Because of your stupid pride!"
JJ let you hit him, instantly recognising the drugged slur of your voice and wasted wobble of your steps, even the weakness of your limbs being used to hit him. He was angry - but far angrier at himself.
"I'm sorry, baby. I really am-"
"No you're not. You're a fucking liar!" You seethed, continuing to smash your fists hollowly against his chest. "What did you actually expect to achieve with this? Revenge? That's for me to have! Not you! You had to be the saviour! Who was this for? Yourself - Or to prove something to them?"
"Please, baby. I'm sorry." JJ was pleading, his voice shaking with every weak, reverberating hit to his lungs. "I love you and I did this for you. I had a plan. I just didn't think-"
"You never think! You just do stupid bullshit like this and completely forget about the consequences! You're a selfish fucking asshole and I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!"
JJ grimaced and finally lifted his hands to defend his chest - resembling a bare knuckled sparring partner from a far off perspective.
"You don't mean that, Y/N. Look at the cash we got - it's all for you. To get you help. To get revenge. Guys like that have to be taught lessons. Everything turned out all right-"
"All right?" You screamed.
You slammed your fists against his palms one last furious time before continuing to half shout with an accusatory point of your finger "Rafe kidnapped me! He held a gun up to my face! Do you actually think he's learnt his lesson? He's a psycho! And so is Barry!"
Each gravelly word you lashed landed like the spiked shell of a conker seed into JJ's already fragile wounds. He still tried to defend himself with a desperate plea of denial, his eyes flicking guiltily from the ground and back to yours.
"I could've killed them both."
You scoffed dryly, eyes widening with more offence.
"No - I could've killed them both. You had no control of the situation whatsoever!"
"Well what did you want me to do, Y/N? I couldn't let them walk around thinking that they're allowed to do that shit to people. Not just to you - to other girls too. I mean - have you even thought of that? Instead of just pretending that nothing happened-"
You suddenly leant in close and met his gaze with a venomous glare unlike any he'd ever seen on you before. Your voice was beyond ragged by now, damaged by the murderous clamp that Rafe had put around it, and your words came out as a harsh, gritty hiss.
"I hate you. You are so goddamn selfish. I never want to see you again."
JJ shook his head, a quiet smile of mocking disbelief crawling onto his blood caked lips. Surely you would just sober up and realise what he had tried to do for you. Surely you would count out the stolen money and forgive him. There had to be enough there for at least a semi decent rehab.
"You're high. You don't know what you're saying."
"Oh you're gonna pull that like it's some trump card?” You scoffed bitterly “You're right - I'm high as a kite - but I know exactly what I'm saying."
Everything you'd indulged in was still racing around your system - and maybe you could now spend the rest of your night enjoying that feeling. Alone or with your remaining friends you didn't care, as long as it was nowhere near JJ. He had done his last ounce of damage to you, and now it was your turn to inflict it onto him.
His lips pulled back into a frown at your fearless admittance, and he tried to speak again but you raised your voice.
"I fucking hate you, JJ Maybank. You hear that? Hate you! Stay the hell away from me!"
You turned around and started to walk away but JJ put his hand on your shoulder and gently twisted your body back to face him, not needing to apply much force.
"Look I fucked up, I know I really fucked up, I'm sorry, Y/N. You're okay though, right? I mean obviously not, but they didn't hurt you too bad, did they?" He stammered.
Was he blind? Or deaf for that matter? Had he not heard what you said or seen the injuries on your body? Had he not watched you be thrown from a car and then have a pistol pressed into your cheek? Maybe the regular beatings from Luke Maybank had rendered him stupidly unafraid. Had he forgotten the true terror of being close to death? Was he numb to it?
You thought of how close Rafe had been to raping you in that front seat. How his eyes had gleamed with a life you'd never before seen in him when his hands around your neck had brought you to the brink of unconsciousness.
That would drive JJ crazy.
You went to open your mouth, to spill every disgusting detail that you could remember and reiterate just how much you hated JJ for it, but then something much easier came to mind. Something that wouldn't make you have to recollect the event so soon. Something that wouldn't make your voice shake.
The words came out easier than they should have.
"I got pills off your dad last night. I'm gonna go back to his now and get some more."
You watched the venomous hooks sink in before shoving his hand from your shoulder and turning around again.
All of the tightly strung lines in his face relaxed, flattening out in a bland expression of pure, heart stopping shock. The rose tinted glasses had finally fallen off. It was something that he would only take as a viciously hurtful lie if not for Luke's earlier sinister statement - because there was no way that you would ever do something so cruel to him.
No response came from behind you, so in a call of victory you added "So from this point on leave me the fuck alone!"
You headed towards your backpack which must've been thrown out of the Range Rover at some point in the struggle, but Pope picked it up and handed it to you in a worried rush. Kie and John B also rushed to your side, and when John B tried to check on you you shoved him away, almost falling over as you did but being caught by Kie.
"I know you were in on this bullshit. Fuck you too." You hissed at him, and Kie sent him an agreeing glare.
He didn't argue, knowing better than to at your level of intoxication and also feeling far too guilty. He stepped back and looked at JJ, who's shock had slowly drifted into an anguished glower before he started to pace towards you again.
"Why would you do that? How could you?" He'd demanded in a broken shout which you'd ignored.
You were picking up the bundles of notes on the ground and loading them into your backpack one by one, counting the dollar marks on each band and wondering what price your dignity was worth. The beat of your heart was still marching strong in your head, reminding you of the acidic taste on your tongue and pain in your skull which had seemed years old at that point.
"I did all this for you! And you go to my dad. Wow. That's fucking- that's fucking telling." JJ continued, his distraught tone dripping with damp thorns. "I thought you were my girl but I guess not. Guess you're just completely fucked in the head - huh? You like being treated like shit? ‘Like being around scumbags or something? That's what got you into this mess after all."
John B and Pope were both trying to shut him up as he spoke but he didn't listen, continuing on his defensive monologue until you turned to face him again, feeling your body fill with the burning white ash as it had in the car but in an unfamiliarly tameable way. There was no point trying to properly clarify the betrayal that you felt, not when your limbs still felt as if they were only loosely being controlled by invisible strings, or your brain like the inside of a snow globe.
"You did this to me. I would never have even gone to Barry's that night if it wasn't for you." You hissed.
JJ visibly winced, sucking in a short breath through pursed lips before speaking in a hardly contained tone.
"Don't- Don't say that sort of shit. You can't blame that on me. You’re the junkie. Getting pills off my dad-" he cracked and lost the weak control, his voice shaking as it got louder again. "Jesus- fuck! How could you do that to me?"
"Should I fuck him?" You questioned numbly, wanting to feel some justice at the desperate anguish on JJ's face.
None came to you though.
He leaned in close in a sudden move that had John B placing his hands with precautionary grip on the blonde's shoulders - as if he would hit you. You highly doubted that, but part of you wished he would. It might make things simpler after all. Kie put her hands on your shoulders too, speaking to you quickly and softly.
"Come on, let's go." She forced a half smile - one that you trusted and understood beyond its top layer.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't even know what you're saying right now. If you could hear yourself you would be sick. You’re a bitch. You’re fucked up in the head!" JJ raged.
There was no point in giving him any more time.
You nodded at Kie, bending back down to put the final wads into your bag whilst Kie shouted at JJ and John B.
"No, you should be sick. Both of you! You're complete and utter idiots!"
The blonde ignored her, muttering in another pocket of disbelief "My dad? Of all people - my fucking dad. Gotta be kidding. That's just-"
He had no word for it.
You flung your backpack over your shoulder, surprised by the new weight of it, and started to stumble over to Pope - not entirely sure why but knowing that he was your next saving post. He would get you home without complications, and it was very unlikely that he'd been at all in on JJ's plan. His arms were open in an embrace that you fell into, suddenly feeling safe and able to cry - although you still tried not to. He patiently lead you to the Twinkie whilst Kie grabbed the keys from John B, receiving no protest.
As soon as you'd gotten into the van JJ leapt to life again, pacing past Kie despite her shouts and giving you one last seething command.
"If I find out he's touched you, you're both dead. You got that?"
"Get away from her JJ! Leave us alone!" Kie screamed and shoved him, hardly able to stop herself from throwing a punch.
He didn't move any further, watching her climb into the back beside you, his eyes burning and his chest panting. His fists were clenched so painfully tight that there would certainly be red, crescent shaped scratches in his palms, but that was nothing.
Why hadn't he killed Barry?
This has all been for nothing.
Eeeee let me know what you guys think of this chapter! It’s another action heavy one which I’m not super confident writing but I actually really like this one. I hope u all do too. If ur enjoying this fic don’t hesitate to check out the trailer I made here I spent way too long on it for no real reason lol. any interaction means the world to me. Stay safe and have a good one <3 the traction on this fic seems to have rly slowed down so I’m not sure when the next part of this is gonna be uploaded tbh bc I’m prioritising the requests I get (i knowww I take forever I’m so sorry Ive been feeling so blehh since my new meds) I love y’all xxxx
Thoughts on JJ Maybank x Kook! Sunshine! Reader...
Sunshine!reader is good friends with Kie (the two of them met at Kildare Academy when Kie's parents forced her to go there for a year)
Sunshine!reader stayed in touch with Kie even after she left and now they go to clean the beach together every Thursday!
Sunshine!reader loves the beach, its her favourite place to be, she loves surfing, swimming, tanning (lowkey pretending to be a mermaid with Kie but ssshhhhhh don't tell anyone)
Sunshine!reader who always has a pair of Adidas Gazelle's on her feet, she's a sucker for colourful things.
Sunshine!reader has an record player she got from her grandma, and she plays all of her dad's old records all the time, her house is never quiet unless her step dad is home.
Sunshine!reader has a vintage yellow bike, with cute white ribbons tied to the handles, and a small brown woven basket attached to the front, where she stores the seashells she's found at the beach when she cycles down to the shore.
Sunshine!reader who is no stranger to the Pogues as Kie is telling her about the gangs adventures all the time, and the brown haired girl invites her to join them all the time, but she's too busy with things at home.
Sunshine!reader's dad was a Pogue, but after he opened a florist in Figure 8, his business expanded and now she lives in a huge house, with a pool in the back yard, a small white picket fence, and her orange cat Cheeto (she was 6 when she named him and her parents tried to change it to Milo but Cheeto seemed to stick).
Sunshine!reader's never really fit in with with any of the kook's in her school, as they don't really see her as a 'real kook', but she could care less because they're all stuck up anyways.
Sunshine!reader who has a grudge against Rafe because he called her a 'prude' in front of everyone at a party when she refused to get with him (she threw her drink at him after he said it and they've been on bad terms ever since then).
Sunshine!reader is friends with Sarah though! but she's tried to convince her to dump Topper, the Cameron girl won't listen to her no matter how hard she tries.
Sunshine!reader volunteers at the sea life sanctuary on the island, and when there's a turtle hatch, she's always one of the first people there (besides Kie of course).
Sunshine!reader who cooks from the heart, and anyone who's ever had her food will praise her endlessly.
Sunshine!reader who drives a clapped up yellow ford cortina, which was her dad's first car, and now she's just too attached to it to get another car.
Sunshine!reader who finds herself regretting her decisions when on a really hot day her car breaks down on her in the middle of the cut on her way home.
Sunshine!reader who just happens to get lucky when a curious Pogue with a head of blonde hair is driving by on his dirt bike and sees her waving her hand around in the air holding her phone trying to get signal.
Sunshine!reader who is surprised at the sound of a revving engine and turns to see a handsome boy who's offering to help her out...
I may have already written the first chapter of this... should I post... ? 🤭
I was hoping you write wlw if not then you can totally just ignore this<3
I can’t fine any good Kiara Carrera writing💔💔 I was wondering if you could do one, maybe where kie n reader have been together for a while, but they don’t tell the Pogues but one day the Pogues like catch them kissing or something!!❤️🫶🏼🙏🏽
Caught
kiara carrera x fem!reader
Warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing :)
divider by bernardsbendystraws
Yeah, no one knew you and your long-term girlfriend were together. To be fair, none of your mutual friends really knew you liked girls.
But on a random summer day, in the rare moment when you and Kiara are alone at the château, the pda was flying.
You laid on your back on John B's couch, your girlfriend on your stomach, her plump lips pressed sweetly against yours.
Your left hand was on her hip, the fabric of her denim shorts against your fingertips as your right was in her wavy hair, the locks filled with saltwater due to you both having a swim in the ocean that morning.
Her left hand kept her propped up, right hand on the back of your head as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, a small, genuine smile on her lips. She liked when you two didn't have to hide - not that you necessarily had to. You just weren't exactly open to having your idiot guy friends know.
You accepted her tongue happily, brushing your own against the pink muscle as you hummed against her, your finger looping through one of the belt loops on her shorts.
Just when she was about to start trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, the front door to the château swung open.
And incomes JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, and Cleo, the five of them widening their eyes - clearly not expecting to walk in on two of their friends making out.
"Oh... shit." John B speaks up, clearly in shock.
You and Kiara pulled away, both your faces hot in embarrassment of getting caught kissing.
"When... how long has this been going on?" JJ asks in disbelief.
"Um... a couple months. Jesus - can you all stop looking at us like that?" Kie scoffs, her hand moving to your knee comfortingly.
"You like girls?" Pope accidentally blurts out, his eyes locked on your face, making your face even hotter.
"Clearly, she does," Cleo rolled her eyes at her man's dumb question.
"Why are you all so surprised?" You murmur out.
They all stared at you, but then they really thought it over. You've never specified any gender identity you like; you've "platonically" flirted with Kiara all the time. They just assumed it was your banter.
"Well, I'm happy for you two. Now, can we smoke?" Sarah changes the subject, seeing the look on your face and knowing you want the attention off of you and your girlfriend.
JJ specifically whooped, moving to pull out his bong and some weed as everyone moved to sit around the living room, the normal teasing and bantering continuing like nothing was new.
And it was nice, a small smile on your face as you looked at Kiara, her warm brown eyes already on yours. She leaned forward and gave you a small kiss, her hand squeezing your knee.
You always knew your friends wouldn't care about you two dating, but actually seeing it just made you feel better. And the majority of you felt finally free, that you can love on and cuddle your girlfriend around them now.
It was brief, before she's already shifting on the couch to sit next to you, your legs touching.
