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I have polio bro I can’t walk MASTERLIST

[thejjarchives]

TheJJArchives Masterlist

My Writings 

★ - Most Popular

❥ - Smut

☾ - Angst

✦ - Fluff

JJ Maybank

★ ❥ Smut Alphabet

What it’s like mackin’ on JJ Maybank.

★ ✦ Dating JJ Maybank

What it’s like dating JJ.

☾“I Hate You”

In which you feel abandoned by him and a heated confrontation leads you to say something you don’t mean.

☾“I Hate You” Pt. 2

You’ve been avoiding your feelings, but one night you’re forced to finally face them.

★ ❥ Jealous

He gets jealous, but you quickly reconcile.

★ ☾ Holding You

In which the reader struggles with their mental health and JJ is there for them when they finally break.

★ ☾ Falling

Headcanon in which JJ realizes he’s falling in love for the first time.

✦ Crush

Headcanon about crushing on JJ.

★ ❥ Brat

In which you’re being a brat and JJ gets fed up.

☾ ❥ Overwhelmed

JJ gets a little too rough and overwhelms you.

♡ Requests are always open! You can submit requests here.

♡ This list will be updated each time a new fic is posted.

♡ I don’t write character x character. I mostly write JJ x Reader, but you can request any character.

♡ “Most popular” refers to fics with 1,000+ notes.

[cherienymphe]

The Hills Masterlist (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

summary: Unable to watch JJ look at someone else the way you wish he’d look at you, you start to distance yourself from the Pogues. In an effort to numb the pain, you make a drunken mistake, but nothing is coincidental, and you learn better than anyone that Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants.

➥ Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, physical/verbal abuse, public sex, toxic relationship, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, one-sided JJ x reader, pogue!reader

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[cherienymphe]

It’s complete for anyone who was waiting to binge it!

[thejjarchives]

[aviawrites]

Officially Over (Rafe Cameron)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧, *𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭* 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐡𝐞𝐲! 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥😋 𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝🫶🏽

You and Rafe have had a fling for going on 5 months now. Not a relationship, not even friends with benefits, strictly hookups. He’d sneak you into his house, do you mercilessly, and send you on your way.

But there was an issue. You did the one thing everyone knows you aren’t supposed to do…you caught feelings.

Now, it seems impossible to catch feelings for such a douche of a person, but you couldn’t help it. The way he payed attention to every bit of your body, the way he whispered to you, worshipped you. But you’re quickly snapped out of that fantasy every time he tells you to get the hell out.

Rafe clearly never had anything for you, he wanted nothing more from you than sex. That’s made apparent to you by the unholy sounds of him and another girl coming from his bedroom right now.

You stand with a sonic bag in one hand and a slushie in the other, not sure if you should just turn away and leave. Against your better judgement, you knock.

The girl in there just happens to moan unnecessarily loud when you do, so you knock again, harder this time. You hear the commotion in the bedroom stop, followed by an, “oh shit.”

The door cracks open and you’re faced with red cheeks and a sweaty body, only opening the door enough to see his head.

“Y/N?” He asks, out of breath. “The fuck are you doing here?”

You internally wince at the lack of care in his voice, “I was dropping food off for Sarah, thought you’d want some too.” You shrug, feeling stupid for even coming.

“Oh uh- shit, yea. Give me one minute.” He says before shutting the door.

You hear more commotion before he reopens the door with only plaid pajama pants on, a blonde haired girl in a sweatshirt sitting on his bed. You hold out the bag and drink for him.

“Thanks.” He grabs them and puts it on the table beside him, “I need to pay you back?”

“No, it’s all good.” You look over his shoulder, “Is she…”

“Oh!” He opens the door wider so you can properly see her, “This is my friend, Chels.”

The girl on the bed waves to you with a smile, clearly post-sex. You awkwardly wave back before Rafe steps back into the doorway.

“So you’re hooking up with townies now?” You lower your voice so she can’t hear your conversation.

“I mean, I don’t really know her.” He brushes off, “Why?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head and look away, clearly bothered.

He drops his head to the side and looks at you disappointed, “Don’t tell me you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.” You grunt.

“Because you do know me and you aren’t together.” He elaborates.

“Yes, Rafe, I know that.”

“Good.” He eyes you before turning away and shutting the door.

You roll your eyes and fight back tears as you leave the Cameron house, not bothering to say bye the Sarah.

——

“Everything okay?” JJ asks, readjusting his pillow before taking another hit from his blunt.

“Yea,” You scroll through Instagram, “people are just assholes.”

“People are assholes? Or Rafe Cameron is an asshole?” He says.

You lower your phone from your face and look over at him, “What?”

“Oh come on,” he blows smoke at you, “it’s no secret that Rafe upsets you sometimes.” He shrugs.

“And how would you know?”

“Well, not all Camerons can keep their mouths shut.” He laughs.

“Fucking Sarah.” You rub your forehead.

“Yup.” His giggle turns into a smoked out cough, “So, what’d he do this time?”

“Hooked up with another girl.” You inform, turning on your side to face him.

JJ awkwardly looks around the room with a confused face before finally landing back on you.

“No disrespect, but last I checked that isn’t against the rules of a fling.” He says.

“Ugh,” You turn away from him and crash your head back into the bed, “you’re just like him.”

“Too far.” He jokes, “But really, c’mon, you know thats the point of casual sex. The freedom.”

“Thank you for reminding me, JJ.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m just saying, what’s the issue?”

“Nothing.”

“No seriously, I wanna know.” He puts his blunt out.

You sigh, “I just… maybe sorta kinda thought he was starting to feel something for me-“

“Oh my goddddd,” he cuts you off, fake passing out, “sappyyy, boo!”

“JJ!” You throw a pillow at him, not being able to hide your smile.

“You’re mad because you like like him? That’s tough.” He laughs at you.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Okay but seriously, Y/N.” He holds his stomach from laughing, “You can do so much better than him.”

“But I want him. So bad.” You sigh and stare at the ceiling.

——

The faint line of smoke coming from your incense stick perfectly dissolves into the night clouds, your attempt at airing out the weed smell. You’re in the middle of your Netflix binge when your phone lights up with a text. You pause your show before turning and checking the notification.

Rafe: come over?

An overbearing sense of dread washes over you, as it does whenever you think of him. The obvious answer is no. You shouldn’t step foot in his house, especially not after what you saw earlier today. But at the same time, Rafe’s a somewhat decent guy, maybe you can talk about it.

In reality, you don’t even have to hesitate. All of your doubtful thoughts meaninglessly roam your head as you put your phone in the back of your black jean shorts and leave your room.

The entire walk Rafe’s house, you rehearse and rehearse what you wanna say to him.

‘Hey, we need to talk.’

‘Can we talk real quick?’

‘I wanted to discuss something.’

Nothing seemed to be unbothered enough for you, it all sounds like you’ve been thinking about it. Which you have.

You enter the kook neighborhood and text Rafe that you’re about to be outside. He leaves you on read, signaling that he’s gonna be waiting for you. You make it to the front door and you know better than to knock. Rafe abruptly opens the door and pulls you in so fast that anyone on the outside would think you’ve been kidnapped.

He hushes you as he pushes you up the stairs and into his room without anyone noticing, locking the door behind you.

“Hey.” You say, out of breath.

“Hold on,” He pulls his phone out, not even making eye contact with you. “I gotta turn the cameras back on real quick.”

After a beat of weird silence, he looks back up and walks toward you with lust in his eyes.

“Rafe-“

He holds your head in his hands and pushes you up against his door, placing rough kisses on your lips. His hands are all over your body, more aggressively today. Your phone dings, but neither of you notice it.

He kisses you so hard and fast that you can barely get a word out.

“Rafe-“ He shushes you as he moves from your lips to your neck, touching your chest through your shirt. He’s frantic today, careless.

“Rafe.” You finally get out, slightly pulling his hair.

“God, what?” He gets off of you and stands back, still towering over you by a foot.

“Um,” your phone dings and everything that you practiced on the way here leaves your mind, “I wanna talk.”

“Well I don’t, I need this. Right now.” His face is red and he almost looks like he’s about to cry.

“Are you okay?” You examine his features, walking closer and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“I’m fucking fine.” He pulls your hands off.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Well I am fine-“ He’s cut off by your phone going off again, “And who the fuck is blowing up your phone?”

“Uh,” You pull your phone from your back pocket and are met with spam texts from JJ.

JJ: hey

kie said come over

wya?

ur not with him are you?

Y/N I just checked snap maps…

are u at his fucking house??

For a minute you forget that Rafe’s even in the room as you read all of JJ’s messages. You shouldn’t have come over here, especially not when you have 4 great friends back at home. You’re pulled from your thoughts when your phone suddenly isn’t in your hand anymore.

Rafe snatches it out of your hand and starts reading the screen on his own, disregarding the fact that he literally just grabbed your phone from you.

He looks up at you with dark eyes, “He talking about me?” He asks.

“Rafe.” You hold your hand out for your phone.

“IS HE TALKING ABOUT ME!” He shouts so loud and abruptly that you jump.

“RAFE GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!” You yell at the same volume. If he wants to get loud, you can get loud.

“No. No, because I knew you’d been seeing other people.” He starts to pace the room, “On some fucking cheating shit.”

You physically step back from how genuinely flabbergasted you are at that sentence.

“Cheating? Are you fucking kidding me?” You seethe, “What you did with that bitch today isn’t cheating? I thought we ‘weren’t together’ any fucking way!” You scream at him.

“Oh my god.” He rubs his nose bridge with his fingers, “You’re fucking unbelievable.“

“You’re not too predictable yourself.” You spit.

“Do we really have to do this right now?” He asks, as if he isn’t the one who started it.

“No, we don’t. Give me my fucking phone and I’m gone. I’ll go right now.” You point to the door.

You walk up to Rafe, who’s standing in front of the door, and grab his hand that’s in the air with your phone. His tall frame won’t allow you to just take it and the two of you get in a tussle as you try to grab it back. Rafe flings his arm with all of his might and your phone goes flying into his wall, the screen blacking out.

“RAFE, WHAT THE FUCK?” You look back at your phone, shoving him before going and checking on it.

Tears almost fall when you see that the bottom is completely popped out and it’s not turning back on.

“You broke it.” You say without looking toward him.

There’s a pause before he speaks up again, “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck that.” Your voice shakes.

He comes up behind you and rubs your shoulder. You harshly push it off of you before standing up, face to face again.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Can we just forget about this?”

“No, we can’t forget about this!” You raise your voice, “I don’t know how you do it here, but your actions don’t just get erased with a sorry”

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N,” He stresses as if he’s the one with a broken phone. “Okay, do you wanna talk all night or do you wanna fuck?”

“I wanna leave!”

“Seriously!?”

“Yes.” You shove past him.

“So you’re just gonna walk out?” He asks, staying where he is as he watches you go.

“Fuck you.” You say furiously before slamming his door shut.

You’re halfway down the hallway and have already let the water start falling from your eyes when you look up to see none other than Sarah Cameron by the stairs.

“We heard you from down here.” She says uncomfortably.

“We?” You ask, rapidly wiping the tears away.

Wheezie emerges from behind her, holding her ice cream like a deer in headlights, “Hey, Y/N.” She waves.

“Hey, Wheeze.” You embarrassingly wave.

“You okay?” Sarah asks.

“You’re brother’s a dickhead.” You sniff.

“Oh, we know.” She nods.

“I’ll tell you all about it…tomorrow.” You say, trudging past her and down the stairs.

You open the front door, not giving a fuck about cameras, and walk all the way back home. Things are officially over with Rafe mother fucking Cameron.

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WRITE A PART 2

[surii]

RUDY PANKOW as JJ MAYBANK in  2.05 “The Darkest Hour” OUTER BANKS (2020-)

[serumandsteel]

Obxjj - JJ Maybank/Rudy Pankow Rec List

Hey everyone! i have finally made my rec list for JJ and Rudy. This will consist of stories, imagines and concepts!

These are in no particular order! These are many of my fav’s and will update every so often. A big shoutout to the people who write for obx the work you guys do is amazing and shouldn’t go unnoticed! Love you all xx

Last Updated: 17th of June

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[thejjarchives]

John b really drove in front of an aircraft to save a kook he was dating for 3 days but couldn’t ask his best friend why his face was always covered in bruises and that ladies and gentlemen is why John b is the worst character

[obsessionsaremyhobby]

A NICE BIG FAT REC LIST

Hi!! I decided I would make a rec list because I somehow missed 300 followers and then 350 followers and now I’m close to 400 so I thought I would make a list of the stories and creators that inspire me to write and keep me up until 6am!! 

(If I misgendered anyone, or used improper pronouns, please please dm me and I will fix it and send a million apologies!)

Here we go, in no particular order!

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SERIES!

Don’t Forget Where You Belong - by @harrysbbby

This is such an amazing take on the series starting from episode one! It put the reader right in the action, and literally takes my breath away every chapter! 

Depth Over Distance - by @nakedmossy

Absolutely stunning work that keeps me on the edge of my seat! It’s a hometown Rudy fic that feels so realistic I actually believe I know him in real life haha! Literal gold!

Tidal Waves - by @spilledtee

You really don’t wanna miss this one. Not only do I love her and her work, I am constantly checking her blog for updates and sneak peeks for this masterpiece. Read it. You won’t be disappointed!

Dirty Little Secret - by @lunarliza

This is such a good series I fell in love at Part 1 and now I cannot get enough!

The Kook Princess & the Pogue King - by @pogue-summer

This is such a cute idea, and it’s filled with so much fluff and angst your heart will melt and then break and then melt again!

Could It Be - by @outerbankswriting

The first series I started reading here on Tumblr, and still one of the best!

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STORIES! (Some of these have multiple parts but I’m unsure if the writer is making it a series or not, so I’m sorry if it is and I miscategorized it!)

The Bet [1] [2] - by @myjjbaby

SO so So SO so sO good and the way she writes this is in-freaking-sane. Sexy and funny and so on point! A must read!

Bad Luck - by @mayraki

Actually adorable! Short but sweet and an amazing quick read!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman - by @arthiriticcricket

I don’t know if this will be a series but DANG IT I want it to be! Literally Spiderman X JJ, what more could you ask for?!?!?!

Did You Just Hit Me / Zoom Call - by @poge-life

After reading these I assumed they went hand in hand, but even on their own they’re adorable. Drew Starkey could poor hot soup in my lap and I’d apologize to him.

Untitled Rafe x JJ x Reader Smut - by @yungbludz

Absolute filth and I loved every second of it. Oops. Sorry not sorry.

Untitled Love Triangle Rudy x Drew x Reader - by @yungbludz

I’m actually trash for everything she writes. This broke my heart. Shattered it. It’s gone. Go read!

I Know - by @kindapinkskies

READ. THIS. NOW. YOU. WILL. FALL. IN. LOVE. AND. DIE. IT’S. AMAZING. THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

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Blogs!

@uwubonebabie - amazing blurbs, great content, sweet as a button.

@spilledtee - El is the sweetest and my first mutual here on Tumblr! Please show her some love! She’s kinda my future wife so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

@collecting-stories - amazing writing, go follow her!

@milamaybank - literal angel, follow her and spam her with love!

@thejjarchives - some of the best writing I’ve read here!

@heywards - TOP. NOTCH. SMUT. I’m a slut for it.

@thebutterflyonhischest - so sweet, so kind, amazing blog!

@pankows-girl - amazing blog, give her a freaking follow!

@obxrush - I mean we have the same profile icon so like…..we’re besties now! 

@harrysbbby - i’m in freaking love with this writing, this blog, this human being!

@shawnssongs - so so so so so freaking good amazing writing!

@obx-sos - I’m trash for this blog, go follow her to find out why ;)

@jjmaebank - literal godess, go spam!

@yungbludz - as I’ve said, I am TRASH for this blog. immaculate. spectacular. the works.

@mamachickee - so freaking sweet my heart melts!

@maybebanks - love love LOVE go follow and spam please!!!

If I didn’t add something to my list it’s because I was using my likes page to make this and I have like 1000 likes and it was hard to sift through everything!! I love each and every creator on and off this list, and I will be making more/updating as time goes by! This is just currently all I had the brain power for as I haven’t slept in 37 hours and I’ve been writing all day!! Love you all so much, and thank you so much for getting me close to 400 followers!! THIS IS INSANE!! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ 

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THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

[thejjarchives]

CAN WE GET JJ BEING TOLD THE READER IS PREGNANT!! it’s my birthday too so pls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

fuck them kids

[thejjarchives]

I still get asks to do pregnancy imagines and I’m so sorry but to be completely honest if i write a pregnancy imagine it will end in an abortion I’m so sorry

[accio-marais-deactivated2020121]

idg why they are canceling drew like he is 26 and BARLEY had any presence on social mexia to begin with dude posts knce every blue moon compared to the others. and yes he did speak up on it a few time on ig stories. people just want drama in theor life and think they know everything idgi

I understand that this is a deep issue and needs to be addressed and ended!! I believe that people should use their platforms to spread awareness and make a change. 

But he DID post about it, even though he barely uses social media to begin with. He posted several stories addressing it and people are still pressed that he isn’t doing more. I know that there is always more that people can do and posting a few insta stories isn’t going to solve the problem, but he clearly cares about the issue or he wouldn’t have posted at all. we don’t know what he is doing on his own, we don’t know what he is doing off social media. People are obsessed with the idea that if we do something to help others, it needs to be documented and posted online for everyone to give praise. He’s already used his platform to spread awareness, we have no idea what he’s done otherwise.

Cancel culture is toxic as fuck and people are reaching just to find something to be pressed about. this is my opinion and I know that some people will be upset about this, I just think all of this is toxic and uncalled for.

[thejjarchives]

Reminder that posting an Instagram story does not equate to “caring about the issue”, it equates to “people are beginning to criticize me so let me post something to make it look like i care.” I don’t agree with anybody trying to cancel him, remember that no one is required to speak out about anything, but let’s not act like posting a quote that 27 other celebrities have already posted equates to showing support. X

[accio-marais-deactivated2020121]

I completely agree and I'm not trying to downplay anything - I just think that accusing him of not caring or only posting those stories to make it look like he cares isn't fair either. I agree that there is more that he can do, theres more that everyone can do, I'm just trying to show how toxic cancel culture is and that this may have been blown up too much and was uncalled for by stan twitter

[thejjarchives]

cancel culture is extremely toxic, i agree, but a lot of y’all who are defending him right now are doing so in a way that reinforces the harmful rhetoric that we are trying to fight right now. i understand how you feel and i hear you, but do so in a way that doesn’t contribute and perpetuate the issue at hand. x

[roxa-sos]

do u have any full fic smut recommendations? the filthier the better

@thejjarchives ‘s brat

@spilledtee ‘s jail birds and primal

@milamaybank ‘s casanova

@jjpogue ‘s something different

@rretrophilee ‘s glance 

++ many, many more that i may add to a full rec list in the future ;)

[spilledtee-deactivated20230307]

Thank you so much for the tag ❤️

[roxa-sos]

ofc! good content must be promoted 😌

[thejjarchives]

thank u i love you

[thejjarchives]

Overwhelmed | JJ x Reader

Requested - “Yeah, hi. You write the best smut. Something like JJ x reader where the sex is so rough that he hurts her? And he feels all bad and shit and so then it gets fluffy but she's like ‘yo, it hurt but guess what I don't even care because you are basically a sex god.’”

Warnings: Use of a safe word, unprotected sex, dominant JJ.

Your gaze followed him as he paced around his room. His jaw clenched as his hand tugged at his blonde locks while he tried to steady his breathing.

You could tell he was pissed. You don’t know at what, or at who, but you knew he was upset by the stern tone that was laced in his voice when he called you telling you to come over.

You were sitting at the foot of his bed. Your hands in your lap. You hadn’t yet asked him what was wrong because you knew how he got when people tried to talk to him while he was still agitated. So you just sat in silence, your eyes following him, only coming to a stop once he finally halted his pacing and stood in front of you.

You looked up at him, your hands still in your lap fumbling with your fingers in an attempt to calm your nerves.

He finally spoke.

“We’re gonna try something new.” His voice was husky and low.

You were confused for a moment, not understanding what he was referring to. You parted your lips to speak but were ultimately unsure of what to say so you remained silent, continuing to look up at him.

“Alright?” He asked, his tone more demanding this time.

Remaining silent, you nodded. Observing how his once light eyes have darkened to a deeper blue hue.

“Good girl.” He nodded back.

He left his position from in front of you, making his way to the side of his bed and opening his bedside table. You watched intently as he shuffled around the drawer in search of something.

Your eyes widened a bit once you saw him retrieve a pair of handcuffs and a bandana.

JJ restraining your hands during sex wasn’t anything new. Sometimes he’d tie them up using a tie or just pin them down with his own hands, so the presence of the cuffs wasn’t really a surprise to you, it was more so the bandana that caught you off guard. Sometimes he’d hint to you that he wanted to blindfold you, and you weren’t really against the idea, you just didn’t know that it was going to be so out of the blue.

He turned back to you, his eyes locking with yours as he walked towards you. The thudding of your heart beating against your chest filled your ears as anticipation overtook your being. You began chewing at your bottom lip as your gaze followed his. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until he was back in front of you, this time bending down and planting his hands onto the bed on either side of your thighs.

He leaned into you, his lips brushing against yours.

He planted a kiss onto your lips and you melted into him, closing your eyes and kissing back. He abruptly pulled back and you tried to lean forward and find his lips again, to which he smirked at your desperation.

He examined you for a moment, bringing his hand up from the bed and caressing his thumb against your cheek.

You didn’t break eye contact with him as his thumb trekked lower on your face, coming to a stop at your lips.

Brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, he once again spoke.

“Suck.”

And with that, you opened your mouth and allowed him entry.

He watched you attentively as your tongue worked circles around his finger. You hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed your head whilst maintaining eye contact and he felt the bulge in his pants grow.

He removes his finger from your mouth, dragging it down your face and neck before lifting up his other hand and grabbing hold onto your waist. Pulling you forward, he crashes his lips against yours once again, this kiss more vigorous and forceful than the last. He makes his way to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his path. A moan erupts from you once he reaches your sweet spot and begins sucking, his hands rubbing up the sides of your torso and reaching the bottom of your top.

He tugs at it, signaling for you to remove it to which you comply.

You pull the top over your head and discard it onto the floor, looking back up at him.

He nods at you as if to gesture for you to remove the rest of your clothing, and you obey. Reaching your hand behind your back, you unclasp your bra and slide it down your arms, allowing it to join your discarded top on the floor. Your shorts follow soon after, then lastly, your panties.

Your gaze returns to his and he quickly follows suit, beginning to discard his own clothing as well.

Once undressed, he picks up the bandana from its placement beside your thigh.

He looks at the piece of cloth and then back at you, to which you slowly nod.

He places the bandana in front of your eyes and you feel as he secures it at the back of your head, your sight vanishing before you.

He gives you a peck on the lips before speaking.

“What’s the safe word?” He asks, his voice still gruff.

“Red.” You respond.

There’s a moment of stillness. You sat in complete darkness, the only sound audible being the thumping of your racing heart.

You sense no movement from JJ, and you begin to fret about the lack of touch.

You were about to question it.

“J—”

You gasped as you were abruptly pushed flat onto the bed. Your back hitting the mattress without warning.

You emitted another yelp when you were hastily flipped onto your stomach.

You heard the clanking of the metal cuffs as your breathing hastened.

He grabbed your wrists and moved your hands behind your back as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth at the sensation of the cold metal grazing your skin.

Once you heard the clicking of the cuffs, indicating that they were secured, your breath hitched as he grabbed your hips, pulling them up so that your face was now buried into the pillow at the head of the bed and your ass was up in the air, putting you in doggystyle.

There was yet another moment of stillness before the air was filled with the sound of your scream as JJ slammed himself into you.

He usually gives you time to adjust but this time he didn’t. Immediately thrusting in and out of you at a hellish pace that caused a string of profanities to leave both of your lips.

You buried your face deeper into the bed under you as you struggled to adjust to him and his pace. Tears began to prick at your eyes as you were unused to this sudden abruptness; your absence of sight causing your sensations to be heightened.

Your screams and his grunts continued to resound through the room. You feel his nails begin to dig at the skin on your hips from how tight he’s gripping you. You squeeze your eyes shut tight underneath the blindfold, trying to disregard the pain you were beginning to feel.

You feel one of his hands leave its position on your hip and find its way to your head. He wraps his fist around your hair and you gasp as he tugs at it a bit harder than usual, causing your back to arch almost unnaturally and the cuffs to dig deeper into the skin on your wrists.

Your screams continue filling the air while he pounds into you from behind and your back begins to ache in discomfort at the position it’s currently forced in.

You then feel his other hand snake to your front and attach to your neck, applying pressure around your throat.

The pain you’re in becomes unbearable. The simultaneous sensations of the throbbing of your hips, the aching of your back, the digging of the cuffs, the pulling of your hair, and now the pressure on your throat begins to overwhelm you.

“Red! Red!” You begin to cry out.

But he doesn’t hear you, the sound of his own moans and grunts mixed with your sporadic screams drown out the call of your safeword.

“Fuck, fuck!” You sobbed, “Stop! JJ! Please— fuck, stop!” You shouted.

“Wha— Shit.” He said once he finally perceived your cries.

He quickly pulled out of you, unfastening the cuffs and pulling the blindfold off your eyes.

You began to sob, your body shaking from the discomfort you were in.

“Babe? Baby? Are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong, please.” His formerly husky and gruff tone was now a gentle coo.

You turned and sat up against the headboard, pulling your knees to your chest.

He reached out to touch you but you flinched reflexively, causing him to pull his hand back.

“Baby.” His voice shook.

You tried to calm your breathing sobs still leaving your lips.

He reached out to touch you again and this time you let him. He pulled a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

“Baby? What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“I—It was just too much, I’m sorry.” You said in between sobs.

His heart dropped and all frustration and anger that he built up that day vanished.

“Can I hold you?” He whispered almost inaudibly and you nodded.

He crawled into the spot next to you, pulling you onto him and wrapping his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m so fucking sorry. Fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

Your heart broke at the pain in his voice. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, he would never. You knew that he was having a bad day and wanted to take his frustrations out somehow and he just got carried away. You knew he would absolutely hate himself if he thought he hurt you and you loved him too much to see him like that.

You relaxed in his touch and leaned into him more.

“It’s okay, J. I’m okay,” You said softly as your breathing steadied, “you’re still, like, a fucking sex god.”

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Brat | JJ x Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: Dominant JJ!, Y/N being the whore that she is as usual.

You were on one today, to say the least.

From the moment you woke up, you decided to make it your mission to absolutely agitate the fuck out of JJ.

It began at the Chateau. JJ was sitting on the living room floor, his attention fixed on rolling the blunt he had in his fingers. A look of concentration spread over the entirety of his face as he sprinkled the green matter onto the rolling paper.

You smirked as you walked passed him, purposefully bumping your leg into his elbow, causing the contents in his possession to spill onto the floor.

He looked up at you, a shocked expression taking over his face.

You looked down at him, your smirk still prevalent.

“Aw, J, I’m so sorry.” You cooed in an innocent tone.

His eyes only widened, catching on to your unapologetic demeanor.

Then, it continued on the boat.

“Babe, hold this!” He said, handing you his can of beer as he prepared to dive off the boat.

You reached your hand out, grabbing the can from his grip, but before he could turn away, you drop the can; the contents spilling out of it onto the floor of the boat. 

He looked down at the fallen can, then back up to you, narrowing his eyes.

You once again met his gaze, innocently.

“Oops.” You whispered to him, flashing him a sweet smile before turning your attention to John B. on the other end of the boat.

His attention remained on you. His jaw clenching as his gaze followed your figure.

After spending your day on the water, you and the other Pogues decided to head to The Wreck to get something to eat.

You sat next to JJ, despite him not having spoken to you since your antics on the boat.

You placed your hand on his thigh, watching him as he ate; his jaw clenching as you inched your hand up higher up his leg.

His attention snapped to you as your hand made its way towards his crotch.

It didn’t faze you. You smiled at him as he glared at you, your palm now resting on the growing bulge developing in his pants.

He let out an abrupt cough as you began to apply pressure onto his member.

You peppered small kisses along his neck and jaw; the other Pogues too distracted to notice the disconcerted state of their friend.

You quietly giggled as you observed the blonde growing more and more agitated, beginning to shuffle in his seat.

You leaned in closer to him. Noticing his breathing becoming heavier as you began to inch your hand towards the waistband of his shorts.

You placed another kiss along his jaw as you abruptly dipped your hand into his shorts. Slowly stroking him whilst he tried to continue eating his meal.

He felt his knees beginning to go weak.

You leaned into his ear, kissing his lobe, increasing the pace in which you pumped him.

The veins in his neck began to protrude as he tried to suppress his moans. His eyes struggling to stay open.

“I don’t like being ignored.” You whispered, placing another kiss onto his ear.

And with that, you swiftly removed your hand from his shorts. His gaze once again snapping towards you, a distressed look on his face.

You took a fry from his plate as you averted your attention back to your friends. Ignoring JJ for the remainder of the time spent at the restaurant. 

He was silent for the entire trip back to John B.’s, not even glancing in your direction once during the ride back.

Once y’all arrived back at the Chateau, you couldn’t even make it fully into the house before you were being pulled into the spare room.

He pushed you into the room, slamming you against the closed door as he placed both hands on either side of your head, pinning you in.

“You thought that was fucking cute?” His voice coming out almost as a growl.

“I don’t know what you’re t—” You were cut off by the sensation of the cold metal of his rings on your skin as his hand wrapped around your throat. He leaned into you and spoke into your ear.

“Shut the fuck up.” He demanded sternly. “You want some fucking attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention.” He said as he brushed his lips along your neck. You let out a moan as he slightly tightened his grip around your throat.

Without warning he crashed his lips onto yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you emitted stifled moans. You pulled his bottom lip in between your teeth which ejected a grunt from him.

He broke away from the kiss.

“Strip.” He commanded, his once light eyes now darkened with lust.

He stepped back, his gaze not leaving your figure as you removed your top, discarding it onto the floor. He continued to watch attentively as you slid your shorts down your legs and kicked them off at your feet. He licked his lips, your arms making their way behind your back as you unclasped your bra, letting it join the pile of discarded clothes on the ground. You hooked your fingers around the sides of your panties, looking up at him as you slid them down and stepped out.

He stepped towards you, forcing you down to your knees with little effort. You hooked your fingers around the waistband of his shorts and boxers, watching his cock spring out in front of you.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. Looking up at him through your lashes and smiling before licking a stripe up his member and placing a kiss onto the tip.

Fed up with your teasing, he brought his hand to the back your head, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling on it so that you were looking back up at him.

“I’m not fucking playing with you.” His voice was husky and his pupils were blown out.

Your smirk quickly faded once you looked at him, nodding obediently upon realizing that he wasn’t having any more of your shit.

His grip on your hair tightened, tugging it once more to signal for you to return your attention to his member.

Your eyes flickered back down to his throbbing cock. You leaned into him once again and before you could even fully open your mouth he had already thrust into you. You gasped for a moment but soon adjusted. His pace was rapid and unforgiving. You grabbed onto his thighs as his dick began to hit the back of your throat, the room filling with sounds of your gags. He pulled at your hair once again signaling for you to look up.

“Look at me, babygirl. I wanna see those pretty eyes.”

You locked eyes with him as he fucked your mouth. Your eyes watering as saliva began running down your chin and chest. His grip on your hair remained. You hollowed out your cheeks and moved your tongue in circular motions to heighten his sensations. He moaned as he thrust into your mouth a few more times before pulling out of you completely, strings of spit still connecting his dick to your mouth as he withdrew.

He pulled you up onto your feet by your hair before pushing you down onto the bed.

He gave you no warning before hooking his hands around your thighs and pinning your legs open so that you were fully exposed to him.

He traced his tongue along his bottom lip before burying his face between your legs. He licked a stripe up your fold, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking.

You sat up a bit, watching as his lips detached from your core for a moment to suck two of his fingers into his mouth. You moaned as he slipped his index and ring finger into you. His pace started out slow but soon turned unholy. The sound of your moans filled the air as his thumb replaced his lips on your clit, rubbing vigorously. 

He looked up at you with a smirk. Your moans soon evolving into screams as you felt him insert a third finger into you, his pace never faltering. Your back arched up from the bed as you felt a familiar knot unraveling in the pit of your stomach. 

“J, I-I’m gonna—”

Before you could even finish your sentence he removed all fingers from you.

You gasped at the loss of contact, sitting up on your elbows and looking up at him wide-eyed.

You didn’t even have the chance to react before you were abruptly flipped onto your stomach.

He grabbed your waist, pulling your hips up so that you were laying face down ass up.

You screamed as he promptly pushed his cock inside of you. Giving you little time to adjust, your screams continued as he pumped in and out of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

You felt his hand slide up your back, sending shivers down your spine as the cold metal of his rings moved up your skin.

You gasped when you felt your hair wrap around his fist once again, pulling you up this time causing your back to arch almost unnaturally. Your mouth fell open into an ‘o’ shape, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. Your screams only amplified as you heard the sound of his hand slapping your ass as he thrust into you.

With the hand that didn’t have a grip on your hair, he snaked it around your front and wrapped his fingers around your throat once again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the pleasure from him hitting your g-spot, choking you, and pulling your hair overwhelmed your being.

He pulled back a little, watching as the juices from your pussy soaked his cock.

Your vision turned white as your eyes fluttered closed. The familiar sensation in your stomach returning and you began to clench around him which erupted a moan from him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He whispered.

“JJ, I’m gonna cum!” You practically shouted.

His pace only quickened. The sound of skin slapping against skin amplifying.

You didn’t stand a chance.

Your vision went white as you heard the sounds of your wetness spew out of you, legs shaking uncontrollably whilst a string of curses left your mouth.

He followed soon after. His thrusts becoming sloppy as he let go of your hair and planted his hands flat on the bed on either sides of your head.

He grunted and his breathing became heavier.

He placed one last slap on your ass before you felt him release inside of you, strings of his cum filling you up.

He remained inside of you for a moment before pulling out of you and plopping down beside you as you remained laying face down on the bed trying to steady your breathing.

He turned and looked at you, running his hands through your hair.

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

a/n: i LOVE you guys but PLEASE stop requesting jj x reader pregnancy imagines. This man ate mold off bread and said it’s good for you because mold is a natural organism and y’all think he’s ready for FATHERHOOD? the ghetto

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Crush | JJ x Reader (Headcanon)

Headcanon about crushing on JJ.

Your crush on JJ began in 7th grade.

Y’all have been friends since 3rd, but it wasn’t until 7th that you really took a liking to him.

You never told him though. Your fear of rejection mixed with the possibility of destroying your friendship put telling him out of the question.

All the other Pogues knew though.

Once you began to really like him, the dynamic between both of you began to change.

You began to be more shy and quiet around him.

They’d always tease you about it.

Sometimes rushing to the car every time you guys were about to go somewhere and taking all the seats so you and JJ would be forced to sit with each other.

Sometimes you had to sit on him.

Sometimes when you guys would crash at John B.’s after a party, Kie would take up the entirety of the couch in the living room, Pope would take up the outdoor sofa, John B. in his own room, leaving you and JJ with no other choice but the bed in the extra room.

They all knew what they were doing.

They’d tease you in front of him too.

Throwing subtle hints here and there.

Sooner or later he began to catch on.

Pulling you into a hammock with him after a day on the HMS Pogue.

Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you into him, because he knew you wouldn’t resist.

Sometimes whispering things in your ear and brushing against your jaw with his lips just to see you get flustered.

You just thought it was him joining the rest of the Pogues with the collective teasing.

Unbeknownst to you, JJ always liked you though.

Literally always. Since the third grade.

You had always thought you were probably the last person he’d want.

You saw the way he looked at Kie.

And the way he’d always be flirting or hooking up with some Touron at a party.

So you just expelled all hope you had at pursuing a relationship with him and decided that this would never be more than just a crush.

But you never noticed the way he’d admire you when you weren’t looking.

You never noticed the way he’d always smile at you when he saw you laughing.

Or the way he’d admire you head to toe every day.

He would always flirt with you though, but you’d just put it up to him being a flirt like he is to every girl.

It wasn’t until one night that you kinda caught on to the fact that he had feelings for you too.

You and the other Pogues were throwing a kegger at the boneyards.

You saw JJ sitting on a log with a touron. Her fingers playing with his necklace while they both laughed.

You were so tired of feeling like shit. Like you would never be good enough for him.

You hated yourself for falling for him the way you were.

It wasn’t until you felt someone take a seat next to you that you were thrust from your thoughts.

You turned to face him and immediately recognized him as a Kook.

You didn’t know his name. You didn’t care to. You kinda immediately saw this as an opportunity to drown your sorrows.

After a few moments of small talk, your flirtations led to you making out with him.

Making out led to you guys leaving the kegger in search of privacy.

That night you ended up giving him your virginity.

When JJ found out, he absolutely lost it.

You’d never seen him that upset.

The way he yelled at you absolutely broke you.

He yelled at you until he was red in the face and almost every vein in his neck was protruding.

It wasn’t until John B. finally got in between the two of you and began pulling him towards the Chateau, trying to calm him down.

JJ’s eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Fuck you, y/n.” He said before turning away and leaving.

That absolutely shattered you.

You stood there, watching as he left, tears streaming down your face and neck. Sobs leaving your mouth uncontrollably.

He didn’t talk to you for three weeks afterward.

Barely making eye contact with you on boat rides.

Refusing to sit next to you in the car.

You were so confused.

You couldn’t understand why he was so angry with you.

You didn’t even think he liked you.

So why the fuck was he so infuriated?

You tried asking Pope and John B.

But they wouldn’t give you any answers.

“Just talk to him.” They’d always say.

“I’ve tried. He won’t even look at me.”

And they’d just sigh and look at each other; as if they knew something you didn’t.

A few days later you were met with a soft knock on your door.

Almost as if the person knocking was hesitating.

You opened the door and your heart shattered upon examining the visiter.

It was JJ.

Bruises and cuts scattered all over his face; his bottom lip busted open.

He looked at you, and you saw his eyes well up with tears, his lip beginning to quiver.

“I didn’t know who else to go to.” He said shakily, his voice breaking as he whispered.

You immediately pulled him into you.

He collapsed into your embrace. Sobbing into your neck as you rubbed up and down his back, stroking his hair.

“Shhh... It’s okay. It’s okay, you’re okay.” You cooed to him.

Once he calmed down a bit, you asked if you could clean him up, to which he nodded.

You knew about his dad. You were the only person he ever told.

You knew he didn’t want to talk about it so you didn’t ask, not wanting him to have to relive his pain.

You guided him to the bathroom, asking him if he wanted to take a shower and he nodded.

Once he got in, you left the bathroom in search of some of his clean clothes that he’d left at your place on days he and John B. would crash there.

You also retrieved a towel for once he got out.

You went back into the bathroom and sat on the counter. His clothes and towel in your lap and waited for him to finish.

Once you heard the water turn off and he peaked his head out of the shower curtain you handed him the towel.

You waited for him to dry off so you could tend to his injures.

You hopped down from the counter and patted it, signaling for him to take your spot.

Once he did, you began to clean his wounds.

You were silent. Unsure of what to say, so you found it best to say nothing.

“I’m sorry” He whispered, breaking the silence.

“For what? You have nothing to be sorry about?” You said, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry for being a dick.”

You bit at your lip for a moment.

“It’s okay.” You assured him quietly.

But you took a break and paused for a moment.

“I was just confused, I guess. I didn’t really understand what I did wrong.” You admitted in a whisper.

He was silent for a moment.

“I like you, y/n. Like a lot. I don’t know. I guess I just kind of... lost it when I found out you... you know. I just wished it was with me.” He mumbled.

“Oh.” You slightly grinned as you looked down to tend to a cut on his abdomen.

“I like you too.” You said, almost inaudibly. But he heard.

“Duh.” He laughed. Causing your smile to grow wider.

You led him to your room and he climbed into bed with you.

He fell asleep on your chest. His arms wrapped around you. Your hands caressing his hair as he listened to your heartbeat.

a/n: me calling this a headcannon and then proceeding to write a 24 page Harvard thesis in MLA format, double spaced, times new roman, with sources cited. anyways. i hope u like this. i probably should’ve just made this a one shot but it’s ok. love u + requests are always open <3

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Falling | JJ x Reader

A headcanon in which JJ realizes he’s falling in love for the first time.

You and J have been friends since the third grade, but the older y’all got, the more your friendship evolved into something more.

Before you guys were together together, he always had his random hookups. But he never wanted to commit to an actual relationship with them.

The truth is, he felt something for you he had never felt for anyone else. Ever. And that scared him, so he avoided confronting those feelings for you by distracting himself with other girls.

It wasn’t until you both were alone together on the beach, talking mindlessly about anything and everything.

You were looking straight ahead, observing the waves crashing against the shore as you went on about whatever topic you were enthralled in at the moment.

He stared at you as you talked, but he wasn’t really listening. He was admiring you. Admiring how beautiful you were without even trying. Admiring how you looked when you rambled about something you cared about.

His eyes flickered down to your lips as you continued on your tangent.

Without any warning, he finally gave in to his urge.

He moved his hand to your face, turning it so that you were facing him. Bringing both of his hands to grab your face, he pulled you into him and placed his lips onto yours.

You were caught off guard but you absolutely melted.

Once he finally broke the kiss, his hands remained on your face.

He looked at you, his eyes studying every inch of your face, trying to read your expression.

You were quiet for a moment, but your eyes quickly found his and you broke out into a smile.

He huffed a breath of relief. You leaned back into him, your lips meeting his once again.

That was the day you became his. Officially.

But you and J’s relationship wasn’t easy.

He pushed you away.

He had trust issues. Like really bad trust issues.

But you were understanding. The two people who were supposed to love him the most, his mom and dad, were the ones who broke him. So now his perception of love is all fucked up.

He was scared of what he felt for you. He was scared of letting you in. He was scared of getting hurt.

But he confided in John B. and Pope about his feelings.

“I don’t know what the fuck is fucking wrong with me.” He told them. “I’ve never felt like this. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Pope and JJ laughed.

“It’s not fucking funny!” He said while pacing around the chateau.

“Dude, we thought you were in an actual crisis. You being in love is not a crisis.” Pope said laughing.

JJ stopped pacing.

“In love?”

He didn’t even realize that that was probably what he was experiencing.

“Yes dumbass, you’re in love with her.” John B. chimed in. “Like, how do you feel?”

“Like I’m going insane. Like I can’t stop thinking about her. Like fucking butterflies and weird shit bro— I don’t fucking know! I’ve never felt this shit before.” JJ exclaimed frantically.

John B. and Pope stared at each other.

“Yeah bro, you’re in love.” They laughed.

But that didn’t comfort JJ in the slightest.

In fact, it made him just shut you out more.

“I don’t know why you won’t let me help you!” You yelled through sobs at him.

“I don’t fucking need help! I’m not some fucking passion project that you can just fix.” He shouted back.

You had tears streaming down your face.

All you wanted to do was be there for him. Take care of him. But every time you tried to, he’d push you away.

“You’re not some passion project to me JJ!” You yelled. “I don’t want to fix you, I just want to be there for you, but every time I try to, you push me away!”

He remained silent. Looking down at you as you cried.

“I just want to love you, JJ... I’m in love with you.” You said in a whisper.

Shit.

That didn’t comfort him either.

That was the first time you told him you were in love with him. 

But you didn’t get the reaction you had hoped for.

He pushed passed you and left.

Leaving you alone, sobbing. 

He avoided you for the next week.

No calls or texts.

You wanted to give him his space, so you distanced yourselves from the rest of the Pogues so that they didn’t feel uncomfortable.

You knew he was scared. You knew he had never committed to anyone the way he was trying to commit to you. You knew he had no idea how to communicate his feelings. And you knew that his perception of love was stained with trauma.

But he deserves love. He deserves to be loved. 

You were laying in bed; disheartened by your struggling relationship.

You were abruptly pulled out of bed by a knock at your door.

Making your way to your front door, you opened it; revealing the boy you adored so deeply on the other side.

He didn’t come inside.

“Okay, I’m just gonna talk and I just need you to listen.” He spoke, frantically.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know how to do whatever the fuck I’m trying to do. I don’t know how to do this relationship shit. The only relationship I’ve seen was my fucking parents, and we know how that turned out. I’m just fucking scared. I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared of letting you in. I’m fucking terrified. The shit you make me feel, Y/N, I’ve never felt before, and I don’t want to lose you. I love y— I’m in love with you. And I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put you thr—”

He was cut off by you pulling him into a hug.

You felt the tension in his body all relax at once.

“I’m in love with you.” He whispered.

a/n: hi! i hope you guys don’t mind that in most of my writings, jj and the reader’s relationship is always kinda rough. i just feel like knowing the type of emotional trauma JJ has endured, it’s unrealistic that his perception of love and relationships aren’t a bit fucked up. but anyways, love y’all

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Holding You | JJ x Reader

warnings: depression, mentions of self-harm.

No one knew you struggled.

You see the hardships all of your friends go through. Kie and her feelings of not belonging with Kooks, John B. losing his dad and his mom being M.I.A., Pope always being drowned in schoolwork to keep his scholarships, Sarah having to put up with crackhead Rafe and Topper, and especially JJ having to deal with his dad.

But you had hardships too. Your dad left you and your mom when you were little, which absolutely destroyed your mom and left her an emotional wreck. She never got over it. She found joy in everything besides being a mom, so she was rarely ever home; leaving you to raise yourself with guidance of no sort.

Although you did everything in your power to hide it, your lack of parental guidance took a crippling emotional toll on you.

You were 13 when you began self-harming.

You didn’t want to add to the emotional burden of the group. You felt that everybody already had so much shit weighing on them, you found it selfish to attach more weight. 

So you struggled in silence. Alone.

It wasn’t until you and JJ began dating that you were forced to reveal the reality of your emotional state.

You were soft-spoken. Gentle. Never the type to raise your voice or have an unsuspected outburst. 

JJ loved that about you. He loved how you guys were so contrasting yet compatible. You balanced each other out.

It was the night you and JJ were about to have sex for the first time. You were at the chateau in the extra room. 

He was on top of you. Lips pressed against yours. Your hands lost in his hair.

His lips moved from yours and made its way to your neck, sucking at your sweet spot. 

His hands wandered from their placement at your waist to underneath your shirt. They moved around your torso, then back down to the hem of your top. He tugged at it, signaling he was about to remove it.

Immediately, you were thrust from your state of pleasure. 

Your eyes darted open and you were struck with panic.

“J,” You breathed out.

He let out a muffled “mhm”, his lips not leaving your neck and his hands remaining on the hem of your shirt.

“JJ.” You repeated in a whisper.

You brought your hands up to his chest and lightly nudged him off of you.

You sat up and he looked at you; confusion written all over his face.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” The boy hurriedly questioned.

“No no no. It’s not you. It’s... I—” You didn’t know what to say.

JJ was the last person on earth you wanted to see you suffering. You knew that if he knew you were hurting, he would do anything he could to help you, and completely neglect his own mental health. He already had enough pain to deal with, and it would absolutely destroy him if he saw you in pain too.

But there was no way around it. No way how you could justify why you couldn’t have sex with him. No way you could hide your scars for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You just looked down at your hands, taking a shaky breath.

He immediately sensed your nervousness. He brought his hand up to your chin and pulled your face up so that you were looking at him.

“If you’re not ready to have sex right now we don’t have—”

“No! No. It’s not that.” You interjected. “It’s...”

You paused. Staring at him in those beautiful blue eyes. You wanted to cry. The thought of you having to add on to his list of stresses in life broke your heart and made you hate yourself even more.

He moved his hand from your chin and brought it to your cheek. Caressing it.

“You can tell me anything, you know? I’d do anything for you.”

That did nothing but break your heart even more.

You took another breath and closed your eyes. 

After a few seconds of silence, you finally began to speak.

Your voice was a mere whisper, but you told him everything. You told him about how some days your depression was so bad you couldn’t even get out of bed, you told him about your panic attacks and how sometimes you’d end up passing out because you were hyperventilating that badly. You told him about how at one point you had to start taking Xanax just so your mind would slow down for a while, and finally, you lifted up the sleeves of your shirt and showed him your arms. 

He saw your scars. Some fresh, some healed.

He was quiet which scared you even more because JJ was rarely ever at a loss for words.

But you remained silent too.

After what felt like an eternity, the boy finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, anger laced in his voice.

You looked up at him confused but he cut you off.

He stood up and began pacing around the room.

“I thought we told each other everything? Why couldn’t you let me help you? Why would you just put yourself through all this shit without saying a fucking word?” His voice was raised.

You didn’t look at him.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Voice cracking.

He stopped pacing and looked down at you. He wasn’t angry with you. He was more so angry with himself. Angry that after all this time of knowing you, he had no idea you were suffering every single day. He felt like he could read you better than anyone else. Which he could. He could always sense if you were uncomfortable, angry, or sad. Sometimes before you could even sense it yourself. But he had no idea how he didn’t realize you were suffering like this.

He ran his finger through his hair before making his way back towards the bed.

He reclaimed his position sitting down next to you, taking your hands into his.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” He whispered.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” You whispered back to him.

He remained silent for a few moments before finally speaking again.

“Promise me that you’ll never keep this from me again. Any time you’re having an episode or a panic attack or anything; promise me that you will call me.”

You stared at him for a moment. Knowing that was a promise you were unlikely to keep. But you knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you just nodded.

That wasn’t good enough for him.

“Tell me you promise.” He demanded.

“I promise.”

You made that promise four months ago.

Since then you have broken it numerous times. Including right now.

You were sitting at the edge of your bad. Hands in your lap. Staring blankly at the wall in front of you. 

Your phone lit up beside you, but you didn’t bother checking it.

You knew who it was. 

You’ve been M.I.A for the past three weeks. Ignoring every call or text from anybody.

It lit up three more times but still, you remained fixed in your position. 

It wasn’t until you heard it ringing that you finally gave in.

Grabbing it from its position next to you, you looked at the caller.

J

You hesitated but ended up answering.

Bringing the phone to your ear you let out a soft “hi”, too exhausted to fake an enthusiastic tone.

“Hey? Are you good?” The boy you absolutely adored questioned from the other side of the line.

“I’m fine. What’s up?” You replied, hoping the conversation would be a short one.

“Well, um, I’ve been texting you, like a lot, and calling, but uh, we’re throwing a kegger on the beach, you in?” He asked.

“Oh. Not really.” You tried to add a positive note to your voice but failed. Instead, it came out as a choked sob.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” JJ questioned once again.

“Mhmm.” You assured him. “Just tired. Didn’t really get enough sleep last night.”

He took a moment to respond. 

“Alright.” He replied calmly. “I’ll call you later.” 

Before you could even mumble a goodbye he had already ended the call. You took a breath of relief. Glad that his interrogations didn’t persist.

You tossed your phone back to its placement besides you, and you returned to your pensive observation of the wall in front of you.

You had no concept of time. You didn’t know how long you were just sitting there, staring blankly, but after a while had passed, you were thrust from your contemplation when you heard a pounding on your front door.

“What the hell?” You thought to yourself.

As you made your way from your room to the front door, the pounding persisted.

Once you arrived at the door, you couldn’t even finish unlocking it before it was swung open by the visitor.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, JJ pushed his way past you.

“You’re fine, huh? You’re fucking fine? Bull-fucking-shit you’re fine!” He yelled.

“JJ, what do you–”

“I thought you promised you wouldn’t push me away, that you would let me help you. But you just disappear for weeks and act like nothing’s wrong?” He stepped towards you.

You sighed. You were too mentally drained to continue the conversation.

“Can’t fucking do this.” You said under your breath, turning your body to walk away from him, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t fucking walk away from—”

You yanked your wrist from his grip and spun around to face him.

“What do you fucking want from me? Huh? Why can’t I just be left the fuck alone?” You shouted.

You knew all he wanted to do was help. And you knew he didn’t really know how because he was never taught how to. You knew he didn’t even know how to deal with his own emotional turmoil, how the fuck was he supposed to deal with yours too?

But you were frustrated. Frustrated at how your brain worked. How your mind was always racing. Now you were even more frustrated at how you were pushing away the one person who you loved with your entire soul. You didn’t want to push him away. In fact, you wanted him to stay. To hold you. To take care of you and tell you that he loved you. But it was your brain, your stupid fucking brain, making you push him away even though all you wanted was him.

You once again tried to walk past him but he moved and blocked you again.

You let out an exasperated groan.

You pushed passed him with your arm.

Making your way down the hall as he followed you closely.

“Y/N—” 

But before he could get anything out you entered your bathroom and attempted to slam the door. But he stopped it.

Pushing himself into the bathroom with you, you finally broke.

You began pounding at his chest.

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

“Get the fuck out!

“I fucking hate you!”

You shouted at the top of your lungs. 

All lies though.

 You wanted him to stay, but of course, your stupid fucking brain.

Despite your hits, he pulled you into him. Wrapping his arms around you as tight as he could, trying to wear you out.

After a while of you struggling, your shouts turned into cries. And your body began to go limp.

He lowered the both of you to the floor. Keeping you tight in his embrace.

He swayed you back and forth in his arms, his heart shattering as he heard your sobs and hyperventilation.

He held you. 

He never let go of you. Not even when you finally wore yourself out and fell asleep in his arms. He stayed with you, on that floor.

Holding you.

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Jealous | JJ x Reader (SMUT)

You and JJ’s relationship was complicated to say the least.

You were more than friends, but too scared to outright admit your feelings for each other; but there was still this non-verbal understanding between the two of you that you guys were a thing?

It was the night JJ took the gun from the motel and the boys had the brilliant idea to throw a kegger on the beach. 

It was insane. Everybody was there. Pogues, Kooks, unsuspecting tourists who were just visiting for the weekend.

Immediately, you saw the girls flocking to JJ, as usual. 

Considering the fact that you and JJ weren’t necessarily together, you couldn’t exactly be upset at how other girls would throw themselves at him, and how he would sometimes flirt back; but you would still find yourself frustrated because although it didn’t have a title, you guys were still a couple (?)

On this night, you were on one. You were tired of your frustration and confusion. Your consumption of one too many drinks mixed with your current state of emotional turmoil was probably not the best combination.

You scanned the beach looking for the blonde. When you finally spotted him, he was seated next to whatever tourist skank was trying to seduce him this time. She was playing with his necklace; a way for her to somewhat get a feel on him, and they were both laughing.

In your current semi-intoxicated state, you felt the anger arise within you. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

So you did just that.

Once again, you began scanning your surroundings; trying to find your perfect piece to help you accomplish your current plot of retaliation.

Your sights set on the back of a guy sitting on a towel on the sand just feet away from JJ. You made your way to this unsuspecting individual and invited yourself to plop down next to him on his towel. 

He was startled for a moment but then he looked at you and gave you a smile. He was a Kook. You could just tell.

“Hey” The boy greeted you with a grin

“Hi” You replied back with a small laugh.

He was cute. No denying that. But with the life-long Pogue vs. Kook rivalry in place, you knew that you couldn’t go too far with this plot.

“You wanna tell me what I did to get lucky enough to have you grace me with your presence right now?” He asked.

You shrugged with a smile.

“I don’t know, guess you just looked in need of my gracing.” You said, which evoked a small bout of laughter from him.

Unbeknownst to you, this interaction caught the attention of JJ from feet away. He excused himself from the girl who was fondling his necklace and began to make his way towards you and your new companion, but before he could reach you, he was swiftly (and thankfully) restrained by Pope.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Pope questioned JJ as he yanked him away from your direction.

JJ didn’t reply. Instead he just kept his gaze glued to you in anger as you continued your flirtations with the boy.

“Look, I don’t know what that’s all about either, but in case you forgot, we threw this thing so we could lay low, and by the look on your face, whatever you’re about to do is definitely not laying low.” Pope whisper-yelled to the boy.

“What’s up with you two?” John B. questioned as he made his way to Pope and JJ.

Pope nods towards your direction and John b. immediately reads the situation.

All three of them are now observing your coquetry. 

“JJ, I know you want to do something fucking stupid right now, but I promise you, now is not the time. Not while we have a stolen gun in my fucking house.” John B. scolds the boy. 

JJ still doesn’t break his gaze at you. 

“Fuck this.” JJ utters as he makes his way out of the beach and towards John b’s house.

After a while of your flirtations with the boy, you ultimately decide you’ve done your due diligence. Upon reexamining your surroundings after the conclusion of your spontaneous fling, you notice the absence of the boy you did all this for.

Your mind began to race. Was flirting with another guy too much? Should you have just been the bigger person and not have let your jealousy get the best of you? What if he thinks of you differently now and he doesn’t want to be with you anymore? What if he didn’t even see you at all?

You were in distress, but you tried your best to conceal it.

You located the remaining Pogues and approached them calmly.

“Hey guys, are y’all good? Where’s JJ?” You asked casually.

“Yeah, JJ kinda... stormed off. I think he went back to my place” John b. replied.

You mumbled a thanks to him and set off towards his house. Once you arrived, you let yourself in. Surveying your surroundings, you frowned at the sight of the empty house.

You stumbled around, examining both the living room and the kitchen. When you concluded that JJ was in neither of those places you made your way towards the room he somewhat converted into his.

You knocked on the door. No answer, so you went ahead and let yourself in. Upon your entrance, you were welcomed with the sight of the boy sitting on the bed downing a beer.

He looked up at you with an irritated expression, but you ignored it.

“There you are” you said with a smile. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You stumbled your way to the bed and took a seat next to him.

He examined your bikini-clad appearance.

“I didn’t know we were macking on Kooks now.” The boy stated snarkily.

You laughed. You knew he was jealous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied innocently.

He opened his mouth to issue a retort but he stopped himself.

He examined you one again. Looking at your boobs which were practically spilling out of your bra. He licked his lips.

You leaned into him. Using your hand, you lightly tilted his head up so he could look at you.

His eyes flickered to your lips, causing you to lean in even closer.

You bit your lip and smiled, crashing your lips onto his.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss. You placed your hand on his thigh and scooted into him.

Leaving its placement on your face, his hand snaked its way around you, unclasping your bra.

You broke the kiss for a second to remove it completely. His eyes flicked down once again, admiring the sight of your bare chest.

Instantly, he stands up, picking you up with him, and slams you down onto the bed. His lips connect to your nipples and he begins to suck. You let the moans slip from your lips as he begins to rub the fabric that is still covering your core.

He transfers his attention from your lips, making his way to your neck he begins to suck on your sweet spot causing a moan to once again erupt from your lips. He continues making his way down your neck, then your chest, then your breasts. Taking in a nipple into one mouth while fondling the other in his hand.

He leaves a trail of kisses down your stomach. Then your hips. Then your thighs, finally reaching the spot you needed him at the most. He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your bikini and slides them down your legs. At the sight of your exposed core he let’s out a “fuck”.

He hooks his hands under your knees and pushes your legs back, pinning them down so that you’re spread wide open.

He begins teasing you. Peppering small kisses along your clit and down your lips. He finally licks a strip up your fold, evoking yet another moan from your lips. He looks up at you and smiles in amusement. In a moments notice he is devouring you in your entirety. His tongue circling around your clit and making its way in and out of your entrance. He removed one of his hands from its grip around your thigh and you watch as he slips his index and middle finger between his lips.

Not breaking your gaze from him, you continue to watch as his fingers exit his mouth and he reaches down to slide them into you. His pace started off slow. Using his thumb to rub circles on your clit as he pumped in and out of you. You immediately felt the euphoric feeling build up inside you as he quickened his pace. His speed evolved from steady to a pounding. Removing his thumb from you clit he replaced it with his mouth. Moans and profanities slipped from your lips as you watched his fingers work.

Swiftly, he removes his fingers from you and turns his hand around so that his palm is now hitting against your clit as he pumps in and out of you.

You begin to hear the sounds of your wetness as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“JJ, I’m gonna squirt” You moaned to the boy.

His pace didn’t falter.

He continued his swift movements and the sounds of your wetness only amplified.

You clenched around his fingers and felt your release in a squirt.

But he didn’t stop, or even slow.

You were practically screaming at this point. Still releasing your high in a squirt.

He didn’t even give you time to process your climax. In a brisk movement he pulled his fingers out of you and replaced his hand back to it’s position hooked behind your thigh. Without skipping a beat, he removed his shorts and boxers and aligned himself with your entrance.

He pinned your thighs further back so that your entirety was open to him. Rubbing his cock against your clit and up and down your folds, he slammed into you, which you reacted to in a scream.

He pumped in and out of you at an unholy pace, keeping your legs pinned down so that he would be allowed the deepest penetration. 

He watched in pure concentration as he observed himself pounding into you.

Your hand found its way to your clit and you began to rub yourself vigorously, amplifying the feeling of euphoria that was already building up inside of you. Without a warning, you shut your eyes as your squirt spewed out of you and onto his thrusting cock. 

He moved your hand from its position on your clit and replaced it with his, rubbing you as he admired your juices drenching his cock.

You felt his pace get sloppy, signaling that his release was near but he abruptly pulled out of you and flipped you over so that you were now laying on your stomach. 

Once again, without any warning he slams into you from behind. You hear his moans as he thrusts in and out of you vigorously. He removes his hands from your hips and plants them onto the bed so that he is flat against your back, this angle allowing him to directly hit your g-spot with every thrust. You once again feel your high approaching as your moans turn into a yell. Feeling his thrusts become sloppy once again you feel his cum shoot inside of you as you ride out your high.

Exhausted, he pulls out and rolls off of you. He plops down besides you and you remain on your stomach. Turning your head to look at him as you’re near the verge of sleep, he places a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” He whispers to you.

“I love you too.”

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