#septemberblurbs

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okay okay after I threw away my first painting and started another one I am done with that shit for today and in need for your blurb night so could I please get 5 and 16 from the smut list with my boy rafe? lysm girl and thank you❤️

warnings: NSFW, 18+

(5) “Look at me. Now.” & (16) “ Stop turning the wireless vibrator up every time someone walks by, you’re gonna get us kicked out.” w/ Rafe Cameron

Your hand clawed at the napkin beneath your touch, sucking in your bottom lip to try suppress the moan building at the pit of your stomach. Glancing at Rafe across the table, you tried not to acquire the attention of everyone in the room. “S-stop,” you breathed out, your body relaxing when his finger clicked the small remote in his hand and the building of an orgasm subsided. “I knew this was a bad idea,” you snapped at him, ignoring the smirk that rested on his lips. 

“I personally think it’s a great idea,” he retorted, lifting the fork to his mouth and taking a bite of the steak he ordered. He shot you a smug look, chewing the meat rather obnoxiously. When Rafe said he bought you a gift for the evening, you were expecting a new dress or something sparkly, not a wireless vibrator that he expected you to wear during dinner at a fancy restaurant. 

“Wait until we are alone, I’m going to kill you,” you tried to snark back at him, but you couldn’t hide the small smile coying at the corner of your lips. You went to take a bite of your food, smiling at the waiter that came over to fill up your water when the sudden sensation came back and you jolted in your seat, eyes wide. Rafe stiffened a laugh, sending an apology to the man you startled. He kept it on for a second longer, turning it up every time some passed by, before turning it off completely. “Stop turning it up every time someone walks by, you’re gonna get us kicked out!” you muttered at him, shifting in your feet to relieve some of the built up energy.

“Fine, I’ll stop.... just one more time,” he said with a wicked grin, pressing the on button and watching you struggle in your seat, upping the levels every couple of seconds. Your eyes screwed shut, and you tried everything in your power to not relieve yourself right then and there in the middle of the restaurant. The pleasure was growing, one more second and you’d be over the edge. “Look at me. Now.” Rafe demanded, seeing your breathing getting heavy and sloppy. You opened your eyes, looking at him and he reached across to take your hand, “Look at me while you cum, baby...” he whispered in the quietest of voices. “Good girl..”

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Hi, could you write a JJ blurb using these prompts pls: “as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.” + “i’m not giving up on you. not ever.” Thanks!!

“as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.” &  “i’m not giving up on you. not ever.” w/ JJ Maybank

**this takes place when he leaves the pogues outside barry’s**

“Right here, right now, by myself,” JJ snapped, his jaw tense as he stared intently at Pope. “You know what?” he asked, glancing around at his so-called friends, his eyes glossing past you, “that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Go off by myself,” he mumbled, walking over to the van and taking his backpack from it, swinging it over his shoulder and stalking away from you. 

“JJ,” you called after him, pushing John B’s hands off you as he tried to tell you to let him go. 

“You know what he’s like, y/n, he needs time.” Kie sighed, hopping into the van but you couldn’t just let him walk away. He wasn’t stable, his mind wasn’t in the right place. The pogues groaned, watching you run after his retreating figure. 

“JJ,” you called again, this time getting his attention.

“What, y/n? What could you possibly want from me now?” he hissed, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes and he sniffled the threatening sobs back. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, letting him collapse into your touch and he dropped his backpack, ignoring the 25k falling out of it, “Why come after me? I’m a liability at this point, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’m not giving up on you, not ever,” you whispered into his neck, peppering kisses along his jawline. You cupped his face in your hands, brushing your thumb along his cheeks to wipe away the tears that spilled. “I love you, I won’t ever give up on you but y-you have to promise me, you feel the same.” 

JJ’s bottom lip trembled, nodding in unison, “Yeah, yeah, y/n.” he uttered, placing his lips on yours. “I love you, and as long as I have you, the rest doesn’t matter.” 

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list 2 w #12 and #15 w Jj please i love ur writing sm

warnings: suggestive, 

(12) “That date sucked. Wanna bone?” & “My dick isn’t that big, you can handle it.” w/ JJ Maybank

You were laying awake in John B’s spare bedroom, staring at the ceiling when the door slammed open startling you. Leaning up, you rolled your eyes at the sight of your blonde friend, “mind if I join?” 

“hop in,” you mumble, shuffling towards the wall and making room for JJ to climb in. He stripped down to his boxers, making you look away awkwardly. It wasn’t like you’ve never seen him naked before, you’ve been friends since you were three years old. It was the fact that you were already feeling horny before he even came into the room, the wetness between your legs growing at the sight of him. 

JJ threw himself on the bed, making the mattress bounce underneath you. “What are you doing awake?” he asks, turning to face you. The room was dark, but with the light drifting in from the ajar of the hallway, he could make out the features of your face. You weren’t sure if it was the tiredness washing over you or the fact that your friend was laying practically naked beside you, you took your chance.

“I was horny,” you replied, rolling onto your back and starting at the ceiling again. JJ choked on his saliva, hoisting himself and looking at you wildly, “what?” you snap.

“That date sucked, you wanna bone?” he asks unashamed. 

“what?” it was your turn to choke out a response. “fuck off, jj.” you mumble.

“Come on, just two friends helping one another.” 

“jj, it’s not that simple.” you roll your eyes.

“Come on,” he repeated, “my dick isn’t that big, you can handle it.” 

“It’s not your dick I’m worried about, I don’t want you falling in love with me.” 

JJ snorted, brushing his fingers through his hair, “trust me, no feelings here.” 

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

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“i thought i’d never see you again.” + “you scared me.” with JJ pls, thank you! <3

JJ stared off into the horizon, the site of the boat that his best friends were on disappeared into the darkness, hidden by waves so big that he knew the phantom wouldn’t be able to put up a fight against them. He stumbled when Pope pushed by him to throw himself into his father’s embrace, but his mind was blurred with the image of you chasing after John B, the last thing you said to him replayed in your brain ‘I can’t let him go by himself.’ 

He tried to hold you back, but you were kicking and screaming to go after him. You wouldn’t listen to his pleading, the way his voice croaked out how much he loved you and how much he needed you. He barely remembered how your lips brushed against his lips, in a kiss so delicate that angels wouldn’t feel it. JJ’s body stumbled out of the tent, feeling suffocated by people sobbing around him. The noise of the crowd was a mere whisper with the buzzing in his ear.

“JJ!” the sound of your yells knocked him out of his daydream, his eyes flying to see your figure rushing towards him. He prepared himself for you to throw yourself into his arms, his limbs circling around your waist as you grasped onto him tightly. “I-I’m so sorry,” you cried out, feeling his heart hammering against his chest. 

“I-I thought I’d never see you again,” JJ said softly, tears brimming his eyes. It was too good to be true, he watched you run after the phantom, he watched you leave him. 

“I love you, J.. I just didn’t realize until I thought I’d never see you again,” you grabbed his face in your hands, crashing your lips against his. He didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, he spent the last hour with his mind overthinking of the fact that he’d never see you again. That you were going to die. He wanted to pour out every emotion he was experiencing into that kiss.

When the need for air became too much, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “you scared me, don’t... don’t ever do that again,” he pleaded, cupping your face and brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“i promise.”

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from the 1st prompt list - nr 27 with JJ!

(27) Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift w/ JJ Maybank

You stared at the empty seat across from you, it was the third time that week he’d missed dinner. But you couldn’t be annoyed at him, you knew he stayed late at work to get extra wages and in hopes that his boss would see the dedication he had for the job. Everything he did was so that you both could live a better life. You made his favorite meal tonight, keeping a plate aside in the microwave for him. 

It was just past midnight when JJ quietly walked through the front door. When he pulled into the driveway of the house you shared, he frowned seeing all the lights off. He wanted to get home earlier, to spend a couple of hours with you before bedtime. He felt bad about it, he felt like the worst boyfriend in the world. 

When he opened up the microwave to heat up a pot noodle, a small smile tugged on his lips at the sight of a homemade meal wrapped in clingfilm with a sticky note on it. 

you are amazing, I love you. enjoy dinner <3

He knew you understood, you were the first person to give him a chance at love and for that, he’d be forever grateful. JJ ate his dinner in peace, no worrying thoughts entering his mind as he scoffed the delicious food before climbing into bed next to you. He didn’t bother having a shower, wanting to snuggle you as soon as possible. You rolled into him, feeling the warmth of his body wrapping around you. 

“I love you,” you mumbled into his chest, placing a soft kiss on his bare chest. 

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3 - "i'll still be here when you wake" - topper <3

yes, i am still doing these oops

warnings: violence, blood

“I’ll still be here when you wake” w/ Topper Thornton 

“John B! Stop! You’re going to kill him!” It was moments like these where you wished you kept going to the gym to weight lift, that way you wouldn’t have to watch your best friend throw punch after punch to the blond kook’s face. “John B!” you yelled again, throwing to grab his shoulders and yank him off but he was moving too fast. “JJ! Do something!”

“Why do you care, y/n?” JJ shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, he was almost shy of just picking the dirt from beneath his nails he looked that bored, not being effected to what was happening right now in front of him. 

You could hear Topper’s groans, his breathing faltering slightly. You gulped down any amount of the fake distaste you had for the man, knowing deep down that he didn’t deserve what John B was doing right now. You gathered as much strength and confidence you could, before swinging your foot into John B’s side, kicking him off Topper’s body. 

Topper’s body collapsed loosely on the ground, the sound of him coughing being drowned out by John B’s yells of protest. “Get the fuck out of here, you’re such fuckin’ children!” you yelled at the two boys, pushing their bodies away from Topper, who was twisting on his side trying to get his breath back. 

“Y/N-” John B breathed out, rubbing his knuckles. 

“Get out of here!” you interrupted, John B and JJ shared a knowing look at one another. Both their heads dipped and they staggered in the direction of The Chateau. Letting out a sigh of relief, you almost forgot about the damaged kook behind you. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Topper coughed out, sitting up from the sand and glancing up at you, “Wouldn’t want you falling out with your friends because of me.” 

Rolling your eyes at his words, you stretched out your hand to help him up. Topper accepted the invite, the warmth of your hand radiating out to him. He gave you an appreciative smile, which was hidden behind the blood streaming from his nose. “Come on, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Topper directed you to his house, leading you up to his bedroom and making sure he locked the door behind him, not wanting to be interrupted by his noisey mother. You wandered into the connected bathroom, getting the white towel and wetting it. Topper sighed before putting the lid of the toilet seat down and sitting on it, letting you clean him up. “Thanks for this,” he mumbled.

You grabbed his jaw in your hands, ignoring the way his bright blue eyes were lingering around your face, watching you intently. “I-I haven’t told them,” you whispered, pausing the cloth at the corner of Topper’s mouth. You felt the sigh heave from his chest and he nodded, understandingly. He reached to place his hands on your hips, rubbing reassuring circles on your bare skin with his thumb. 

“Maybe it’s best if you don’t tell them, about us... if they did this out of the blue.”

“I’m sorry about this..”

“Don’t be,” Topper said, standing from the toilet and you let your hand drop from his face as his figure towered over you, “I’d put up with this every day to be with you.” 

You rolled your eyes, letting out a dry chuckle, “I’m not worth the trouble.” 

“You are to me,” Topper said softly, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours ever so gently. “You are so worth it.” 

You lay next to him on his bed, his head resting on your chest as your fingers danced through his hair. He had his arms wrapped around your body, holding onto you tightly. “Go to sleep, Top.” you mumbled tiredly, seeing his eyes still open. 

“I love you,” he blurted out, tilting his head to look up at you. 

“T-Top,” you sighed.

“You don’t have to say it back, just know that I love you.” 

You didn’t say it back, knowing that those three words just complicated the relationship that you’d built over the last couple of months. A relationship that you had to hide from everyone on the island, a relationship that only existed in this room. You watched as his eyes faltered when you didn’t say it back, he thought you might feel the same way. “I’ll still be here when you wake,” you whispered to him, placing a kiss on his forehead. That was all he needed to hear, those words meant more to him than those three silly ones.

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hi! I love your writing!!! can i get a 1+40 with rafe please?

warnings: suggestive

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh w/ Rafe Cameron

Everyone told you that getting involved with Rafe Cameron was a mistake, that it was asking for trouble. But as you stared up at him on the open porch, sporting a baby blue suit with a smirk that screamed confidence, you couldn’t find any flaw in him. He stood beside Ward Cameron, his eyes scanning the crowd before they finally landed on you. 

The wink he sent your way made your heart skip a beat, the butterflies erupting like a tornado in your stomach. Smoothing out your silk dress, you stuck your tongue out at him and he stiffened a laugh. His eyes fleeted to Ward, giving a speech to the crowd. He glanced at you again, your cheeks puffed out and crossing your eyes together. 

He sucked his lips into his mouth, trying to stop the smile tugging on his lips. He coughed loudly, hiding the chuckle that escaped with it. You kept pushing him, making the strangest of faces and you felt accomplished when his bellow laugh interrupted Ward, earning a look of disapproval. 

“You’re dead,” the voice whispered in your ear, the familiar slither of his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. 

“Me? Whatever did I do?” you teased, turning in his grasp and peppering kisses along his jawline. “You look so handsome.” you smiled, brushing your nose against his.

“No, I’m supposed to be angry at you.” He pouted, his thumbs telling a different story as they rubbed unconsciously on your hips. 

“Would it make you feel better to know I’m going commando?” you whispered, eying the crowd around you. Rafe groaned, his eyes growing dark as he looked you up and down, hunger lacing his expression. 

“I forgive you,” he chuckled, crashing his lips to yours to muffle your reply.

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List 2 with numbers 8 and 26 for Topper please?

warnings: NSFW, 18+

(8) “You know I hate it when you do that, right? Keep doing it.”  & (26) “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” w/ Topper Thornton 

Sneaking around with Topper Thornton was something you never thought you’d have the pleasure to do. It wasn’t because you were embarrassed to be seen with him, or vice versa. It was because your parents were so deadset on you dating his best friend, Rafe, but you just used that as a cover-up, sneaking off with Topper whenever you got the chance. 

“Topper,” you giggled, cupping his jaw and bringing his lips back to yours, your collarbone missing the warmth that his mouth brought. 

“You have to be quiet,” he hushed you, his usually styled blonde hair draping over his forehead, sweat beading at the hairline. Your parents were hosting a Friday night dinner, inviting their closest friends and business partners, it just so happened that Topper’s mother was good friends with yours meaning he graced your presence for the night. 

“They think I’m with Rafe, no one will come look for me,” you said to him, connecting your lips again as he zipped down the back of your dress. You let the material fall from your shoulders, bunching around your hips and Topper’s mouth watered at the sight of you in a red lace material decorating your breasts. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his cock twitching in his black slacks, “your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on, even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you,” he teased, licking his lips before dipping his head and kissing around your bralette. “God, my dick is so hard for you right now. I want to just bend you over and fuck you so hard that everyone downstairs can hear you.” 

“You know I hate when you do that, right?” you moaned, feeling the excitement pooling at the pit of your stomach, “keep doing it,” you breathed out, wanting him to talk dirty to you. Your only fear that you’d reach your high without him even touching you.