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ruined. jj maybank

(summary) jj doesn't know how to love so he can't allow himself to be loved.

(pairings) jj maybank x fem!reader

(warning) just pure angst.

(authors note) hey my loves, this is my first post oh em gee! any and all feedback is welcome. this is longer than a blurb i think, i might've over-wrote but oh well! i'm a whore sucker for angst so it makes sense that my first piece is angsty but anyways, happy reading x

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"i don't understand, are you breaking up with me j?" you followed him into the kitchen with tears in your eyes after he pushed past you, jj ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath of frustration before turning around to face you.

"you’re not my girlfriend y/n, so no. i'm not breaking up with you." he spat with so much venom even he was shocked, he never raised his voice or spoke to you in such a manner. then again this wasn't jj speaking, it was a terrified boy relaying lies to you that his father had been feeding him.

you took a step back from him so confused, so hurt that he would say such a nasty thing to you, when just last week you both lay in his bed as he was running his hands up and down your bare back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. and now he stood before you, telling you that he doesn't want to see you anymore. you felt like you were dreaming.

no, you felt like you were having a nightmare. this had to have been a nightmare. this wasn't real, you told yourself in attempt to calm yourself down.

what he said was technically true, he never actually asked you to be his girlfriend but you didn't care about it much, it was just a label. jj knew it was a low blow, he didn't enjoy hurting you, but he knew that if you both carried on the way you were going, you'd end up hurt eventually. a relationship with jj was a train wreck waiting to happen and he just wanted to get you off the train before it was too late.

tears were now streaming down your face and you were a blubbering mess, "w-why? can't we talk about this?" you couldn't understand why jj all of a sudden wanted to end things with you.

you both had being doing whatever this was for about three months and in those few months you fell hard. you wrongly thought he had fallen hard too, anyone in your position would've thought the same.

"this is why y/n! you're too much!" he gestured between the two of you. everything jj was saying couldn't have been further from the truth, if anything, you weren't enough for jj, he couldn't get enough of you and he doesn't know how he lived before you.

"i'm too much?" you scoffed. the wounded look on on your face had quickly been replaced by a look of disgust. it pained jj to see you look at him like this. this was a side of you he'd never seen before, and a side he wishes he didn't have to see.

he sighed and looked you dead in the eyes, no emotion present on his face. "i..i just don't have enough space in my life for you. i can't do this anymore."

you were taken aback, you couldn't belive such cruel words could come out of his mouth.

the same mouth that peppered kisses along your jaw when you felt slightly less than happy.

the same mouth that told you you looked beautiful when you woke up.

the same mouth that told you he loved you.

you inspected his face trying to see if there were any traces of the boy you loved in there, but instead you were met with a stone cold look from a stranger. he meant it. god, you wished he didn't mean it.

you wished you didn't care enough to notice how dry his responses had been over the past few days. you wished you never drove to see him in an attempt to cheer him up.

you wanted the ground to come up and swallow you whole. maybe you misread this whole situation, you thought to yourself.

maybe this was all just some fun for jj and you were too much. you were embarrassed that you had given so much of yourself to someone who clearly didn't want you.

"i apologise. i didn't realise i was such a chore." you spat at him before grabbing your keys of the counter and rushing outside to your car, leaving the blonde boy alone on his kitchen.

once you'd gotten in your car and driven off, not even glancing back at jj, he let out a shaky breath and fell to the floor, allowing his emotions to finally come to the surface. he sat and cried knowing that he'd just lost the best thing that'd ever happened to him.

he brought his legs up to chest and buried his head in his knee's as he replayed the words his father had told him just a few days prior. the word's that ruined everything.

"she's a sweet girl. your gonna ruin her. just like i ruined your mother, it's in our blood boy. we can't have nice things."

i don't authorize any copies or translations of my work to be made, unless granted permission.

©harleyharlot

banana pancakes - j.m.

word count: 2,347

summary: soft slow morning sex with JJ.

warnings: smut under the cut, minors dni!!! really soft fluffy smut, very slight dacryphilia (literally just mentioned in dialogue)

a/n: would have never guessed that outer banks would be the hyperfixation to pull me out of my smut writing block but here we are!!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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burn. jj maybank

(summary) despite jj's distaste for kooks, he constantly found himself cuddled up with the kook princess in his stained sheets and it was all going great. until it wasn’t.

(pairings) jj maybank x kook!reader.

(warning) gut-wrenching angst, reader being a dick, mentions of pregnancy and abortions!

(authors note) this one killed me to write oh em gee, but i'd had this idea floating around in my head for a while and i really wanted to write it. i swear i'll get around to writing some fluff, i want to put out some of your guys requests soon and most of those are fluffy bits so keep your eyes peeled for that! happy reading!

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jj sat on his bed anxiously waiting for you to arrive, his knee bounced up and down as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. he knew something wasn't right from the way you'd sounded on the phone, how you sounded when you'd said you needed to talk to him.

your knock against his front door pulled him out of his thoughts, "jj?" you pushed open the door knowing it would be open as jj always left the door open for you when he knows you're coming over.

the two of you had been sneaking around for a few months now, you being a kook and jj being a pouge you guys had decided it would be best to keep your relationship on the low. it had started off with you guys just sneaking around to hook up but you both had quickly discovered that despite your social status' you had a lot in common and your weekly you up? messages had swiftly turned into routine come over, i miss you calls.

he jumped up from his bed and rushed towards the door where you stood, instantly wrapping his arms around you. "are you okay? you sounded upset on the phone." he stepped back, hands still on your shoulders and took in the distressed expression that rest on your face.

"y/n?" jj's face softened as he grew more concerned, you removed yourself from his grasp and went to sit on the sofa that was on the other side of the room. jj followed you like a lost puppy, "we need to talk j." you spoke softly, looking everywhere but his face.

"your scaring me sweetheart." you sent him a weak smile but said nothing, finally looking him in the eyes. if jj wasn't worried before he most certainly was now. "talk to me baby, what's up?" he kneeled down in front of you and placed your hands in his own, you pulled your hands away quickly as if he'd burned you and tucked them in the sleeves of your jumper.

jj moved back slightly in concern, but he didn't get up from his position before you. he racked his brain trying to figure out whether he'd done something wrong but nothing came to mind. it pained him to see you so act so distant, so cold towards him like this.

for the short period of time he'd known you, you'd always been so cheerful and warm, jj knew there would be a time that you'd realised you were too good for him, but he'd hoped it wouldn't be this soon.

"jj...i- god there's no easy way to say this.." you stuttered, not quite knowing how to break the news to jj. you shuffled forward on the sofa and rubbed your sweaty palms against your legs.

"baby, you can tell me. i wont get mad..unless your breaking up with me." jj let out a nervous chuckle, but again you didn't respond. instead you looked up at the ceiling and blinked rapidly trying to stop the tears that had suddenly appeared from running down your face. "you-your not breaking up with me.. are you y/n?"

"i'm pregnant."

jj was taken aback, it took him a minute to process what had just been said. he stood up and pulled you up with him a cheesy grin on his face. "seriously?"

he quickly pulled you into a hug and buried his head in your shoulders, "i'm gonna be a dad!"

jj didn't have the best portryal of what a family looked like growing up, with his dad being an absusive drunk and his own mother leaving him at a young age. if he was being completely honest, the thought of having his own children made him feel ill. but that was before he met you. before he realised that he was capable of loving and being loved. jj had no clue how to raise a child but he figured he had time to learn, to try, for you.

you slowly pulled back from him, eyebrows knit in confusion. "jj, no. i-" you shook your head and laughed hysterically as you sobbed. "i'm getting an abortion.."

"what?" his body tensed as the words left your mouth. in the space of eight minutes you'd managed to give jj the world and then burn it.

"i'm getting an abortion jj, a-and i wanted to come and tell you because you deserve to know bu-"

"i deserve to know, but i don't deserve a say in this?" he scoffed at you and ran his hand through his hair, turning his back to you in an attempt to calm himself down.

jj had a short temper that he'd gotten from his dad which he tried to control especially around you. he never wanted to raise his voice at you or make you fell any less than special but it was a little hard for him to kept in control of his emotions right now.

"a say in what? this isn't up for debate. it's happening jj." you were genuinely confused by his reaction, the pair of you were practically kids still, you had no business raising a child.

jj slowly turned around to face you again, carefully thinking about his next words, he took a few steps towards you and placed his hands on your cheeks making you look up at him, you were scared he thought to himself and he didn't blame you. "baby, we can figure this out. together."

you shook your head tears still streaming down your face, "jj.." you began, placing your hand on top of his where it rest on your cheek and removing it.

"look around you. t-there is no we, i'm a kook and you're.." you trailed off looking around the mess that jj called his home.

"..you're this jj." he winced at your harsh words but still persited. "look i know it's not perfect bu-"

you cut him off with a scoff, "it's far from perfect jj, this is not the life i want to live! i-i have a reputation to uphoald. my parents have a repuatation to uphoald so no. whatever you were going to say, no." you picked up your bag that sat on the sofa and placed it on your shoulder."

jj didn't move a muscle, he just watched you fumble around with your bag, "so that's it? what we've been doing was fo-"

"what we've been doing was a mistake jj."

"y' just stop interupting me! jsut st-stop doing that!" jj slammed his fist into the wall making a dent, he know had tears streaming down his face too. you flinched at his action and rushed towards the door.

"this jj!" you laughed at him with so much venom he swore he didn't recognise the person that stood before him. "this is what i mean! we can't rasie a baby, especially not wieth that temper of yours."

regret filled jj from head to toe, "baby, i'm sorry i just got frustrated i-."

you walked away from him and out the front door as he jj trailed behind you. his eyes filled to the brim with tears, blurring his vision.

"y/n please." he pleaded with you, not wanting to let you go, because he knew deep down that if you left, you wouldn't come back and he would do anything to keep you close to him. he would hold your hand through this abortion just so he could have you around even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, because he loved you.

he finally caught up to you and grabbed your wrist which you snatched back straight away, "please, just don't touch me." you spat at him as you grabbed your keys out of your bag and unlocked your car.

you shook your head as you climbed into the drivers seat, "my friends were right."

"i should've never fucked a pouge."

i do not grant permision for any copies or translations of my work to be made, unless granted permission.

©harleyharlot

thoughts on jj saving the reader from drowning after pushing her off a boat as a joke and reader is like, REALLYYYY, upset about it

he’d beat himself up so bad :,( no

without hesitation upon seeing you gasping for air, he’d dive in behind you— internally shitting himself. it was supposed to be for good laughs, as he typically did just about anything to emit a fit of giggles from you. it’s now that he wishes he would’ve said yes to the pogues coming rather him saying ‘it’s me and my girls day on the boat.’

struggling to get both you and him back into the boat, he manages, seated at the bow to inch some of the protruding water from your lungs. but he’s stopped by the jab of your hand to his.

“don’t even fucking touch me.”

oh God, he thinks he might croak— he was the cause of this and you weren’t letting him live it down. this was the last outcome he would’ve ever wanted. you were for hot with lividness, scorching to touch.

“baby, m’just trying to help. should’ve never—“

“yeah, you shouldn’t have. take me home jj.” you’d cough, pacing to the other end of the boat as far as humanly possibly right now.

“but-but, i don’t want you to go home, i want you to stay here with me.”

“then you shouldn’t have pushed me off of the damn boat!”

he’d lower his head, fully knowing he deserves it. he’s following your steps. and though you fight him, and wriggle in his hold almost knocking him into the water. you stop upon knowing he won’t let you go, his chin resting atop your head. saying sorry without even saying it.

“won’t do it again. just stay with me, be here.”

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jj fucking reader on his motorcycle😵‍💫

it’s so messy. your juices and jj’s mixing on the seat of his motorcycle as he fucks you silly, forcing you into your second orgasm. he’s standing in front of you. your legs are wrapped around his neck, allowing him better access. the sounds coming out of you are pornographic. his motorcycle is parked outside of the chateau and all of your friends are sleeping inside. jj’s fingertips dig into your thighs. “just like that, princess.” he leans forward and sucks a spot on your neck just below your jaw, while still fucking his body into yours. “you like that? huh? lemme see that pretty face. open those pretty little eyes.” his words only half register in your mind, the only thing you can pay attention to being how good he’s making you feel. you shake your head. tears threaten to spill out of your tightly shut eyes. “come on, baby. don’t give me no tears. too pretty to cry.” you attempt to open your eyes, tears clouding your vision. “there we go, pretty baby” jj smirks at the dumb state he put you in. shaking his head. he speeds up his already rapid pace, rolling his hips to hit the right spots. “j, almost there” your words come out strained. the fuzzy feeling in your tummy keeping your mind focused only on the pleasure. “cum for me, baby. lemme feel it.” he moves one of his hands from your thighs to your clit. his fingers rub it in circles aggressively. instinctively, you arch your back. but jj puts his hand on your tummy to hold you down. his touch sends sparks through your body. you could feel yourself reaching your peak. “jj, kiss me,” you pant. he leans down again to press his mouth against yours. your tongues move together. jj swallows a moan from your mouth as you cum, dragging his name out. you pull him closer to you by the nape of his neck. he holds you still while he fucks you, reaching his orgasm. he groans into your mouth, tight grip on your hair. his hot, white juices spurting into you, blending with your own. a fucking mess. all over the two of you. all over his motorcycle. you’re catching your breath. you don’t even notice jj moving to kneel in front of you until you feel his tongue licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. if it weren’t for him holding you still, you would’ve fell off of the bike from the way your body jerked. “relax, baby. just cleaning you up,” he whispers against your pussy, causing you to shiver. “wanna taste?” he asks. you nod, looking into his eyes. god, you’d never get over those. he moves a hand to grab your hair so that he could kiss you again. his tongue makes contact with yours, combining your liquids once again. the sensual act makes you whine. “shit, you gotta control those sounds of yours, baby. makin’ me wanna go again.” jj rasps. you can only let out a breathy laugh, eyes still shut. “you okay, mama?” he picks you up into his muscular arms, your legs wrapping around his torso as he pulls his large tshirt back down your head. “let’s get you inside, okay?” the two of you head back into the chateau, leaving the mess on the motorcycle for jj to deal with the next day.

the pogues getting annoyed at jjs constant pda but he doesnt notice bc hes so wrapped up in you <3

i’ve touched on this so many times but i’m always gonna come back to because this! it is so special to me!! like absolutely, he’s so obsessive when it comes to physical touch.

he uncontrollably demands it to feel whole, it’s as if he’s a fiend to it.

but it’s on a sunday night, aka pogue movie night. a night where relaxation is ensued after all of the chaos during the week, the group can unwind with a movie and then converse after about the unfortunate events that one could’ve missed.

the way it’s looking you and jj are officially going to be banned from movie night.

with all the school girl giggles, touching beyond the shared blanket, and the nearly distasteful smacking of lips.

initially, you and jj were shunned to your own corner of the chateaus living room. which neither of you minded, tangled amongst each other in the recliner. you would never argue that jj maybank’s lap was the most sensuous place to be.

his calloused finger tips toyed at the nape of your neck, steadying it to easily access the undiscovered of your lips. jj becomes mindless, lost in the repeated melody of your mouth trying to keep up with his. the surroundings have fallen flat, leaving you and him with a love so remarkable that he can’t contain it.

anything or anyone else’s existence no longer matters.

“Jesus fucking Christ, are y’all just gonna’ eat eachothers faces all night?!” kie has this ‘i can’t take it anymore look’ & even that doesn’t phase jj. as his large hand dances higher along your tender thigh. you press against his wide chest for him to stop, his breath is faltering against your lips, with foreheads touching.

a pout is forming, pulling him out of a trance he wanted to stay in for a lifetime.

“j, j! stop they’re staring at us.” he glances around the room, with a sly smirk of his face.

“ya’ll enjoying the real show huh?” pulling you in closer, he gets lost all over again.

jj being a total blanket hog <3

he’s so selfish !!!

sometimes he does it in the middle of his sleep, unaware. he’s like a blanket snatcher, because he swears that the cold draft against his skin will somehow harm him ??

and it leaves you in a fit of huffs, because he already takes up over half of the bed, is merely a crumb of the blanket really too much to ask for ?!

but, there are also the times that he does it on purpose. purely because he wants to be your warmth rather than the blanket. the blood that pumps within his being, jolts at the sudden stop of his heart— you naturally mold into him. clinging to his side, whilst a shit eating grin is on his face.

because it’s not that he just wants a plain old cuddle from just anyone. he wants yours— the way you toy with the hem of his sweatpants, the way you place a chaste kiss directly to the soft skin; as to inform him that you’ll be attached to him for eons if you could, & it’s the way you hum sometimes incoherently whisking into sleep, his adoration growing with every rhythm.

“j m’still cold” he’d tuck you farther into the blanket that he’s hogging, nearly swallowing you with his arms.

“just get closer, baby.” he’d practically shush you, and you’d let his voice lull you into getting impossibly closer.

he’s just a lovesick blanket hog.

i think, despite what he tells himself, jj would love a little lululemon kook girlfriend.

she's dressed in pretty colors, always wearing 2.5" shorts that jj appreciates, and athletic tee shirts. she probably does something like pilates, which jj truly doesn't believe is real until he feels how strong her core is.

she's usually seen in flare leggings and ugg slippers at night, wearing one of his flannel buttons ups over a sheer bra whenever he comes to visit. she's always complaining about how roughly he treats her clothing, glaring at him whenever he threatens to rip her la perla panties, reminding him that it's expensive but not in that stuck up kook way. she says it in the way that tells him that she cares about the things she buys, which is a step above kooks who just spend money each time they blink. and she's always smacking his shoulder whenever he makes fun of her for caring, humming whenever jj tells her he'll make it up to her, even though they know that's financially impossible.

he refuses to accept any gift she buys him, especially whenever it's a god awful pair of lululemon joggers. but there comes a time where he reluctantly accepts a shirt from her, and the pogues make fun of him relentlessly. even sarah joins in. but it's from his girl so he just shrugs them off and takes a swig from his beer.

this was yummy!

jj plus soft morning sex on vacation

this is acc perfect bc i’m on vacation rn so slay (18+, mdni)

the warm bajan breeze gusted through the cracked window of your hotel bedroom, smelling like salt and sand and sunshine all wrapped into one. you laid there, content in the cozy bed with your bare back pressed against the skin of jj’s chest. he drifted in and out of consciousness, but his fingers still worked at caressing the curve from your waist to your hip. the feather light touch gave you goosebumps, especially as his hand travelled to your stomach, inching closer and closer to your naked core. “g’morning, pretty girl,” he whispered when he got a hold of the slightest bit of energy. he wet his lips, before leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses on the back of your neck. he trailed them anywhere he could reach. the top of your spine, the path along your shoulder and back to your nape. “mm,” you moaned in a hushed manner at the work of his lips, “morning, j.” the hand on your front hooked around you, allowing jj to tug you impossibly closer to him. his hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing the doughy flesh and using his fingertips to twist at the slowly-perking bud. you let out another mewl, and jj’s body reacted on its own, his hips bucking into your ass and pressing his growing hard on against your crease. you parted your legs as best as you could in your sleepy state, silently pleading jj to provide you with some friction. knowing you so well, he got the memo, and spat onto his hand before spreading it on his length and over your core. he then braced your hip as he slid his cock between your inner thighs. he thrusted his hips, grinding himself against your core. the rim of his tip catches against your clit perfectly, prodding at it and sending a warm, gooey feeling through your belly. soon enough, you’re both moving, teasing yourselves and just taking your time. feeling the love. you’d always adored soft sex with jj. he knew how to connect your hearts as one with gentle touches and actions filled to the brim with his affection for you. you’re reminded of this when his tip presses against your entrance. “can i, baby?” he asked, his thumb and forefinger finding your chin so you two could lock eyes. you nodded, desperation welled deep into your eyes, “please.” begging always pushed the right buttons with jj, and it’s all he needed to slide into you completely. he thrust inside you slowly, letting his cock graze every inch of your needy walls. they pulled at him, welcoming him in and encasing him in your abundantly slick and warm pussy. you felt like home to him. you made him feel loved, cherished and seen, and he hoped he could return at least some of that love to you. “you’re so beautiful, princess. feel so good around me like this,” he breathed, his fingers toying with your clit lazily as he filled you up. “relax for me. let me worship my girl.”

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FEATURE ME — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary your breakup with rafe leaves you single and alone on valentine's day. you run into jj at a bar, and things get heated. (based on the song “feature me” by flo)

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (jj pulls out), semi-public sex, fingering, squirting, language, i think that's it but let me know if i missed any

author's note i love this song, dude. give flo a listen if you haven’t, they’re amazing

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

not what i usually do but i’ve been peepin’ you

i’m tryna play it cool but it’s too much

he got me breakin’ the rules

there ain’t no steppin’ to, he’s my forbidden fruit, yeah

you’d never been the type of girl to partake in a steamy one-night stand. at least, you didn’t think you were. 

but all of that changed when you saw your old friend jj walk into the bar you were at. 

jj was wearing a simple short sleeve button-up paired with some jeans, his boots laced on his feet. he looked amazing, all sun-kissed and devilishly handsome, just as he’d always been. 

his eyes roamed the room as he tried to decide where to sit, and they went wide when they landed on you, seated at the bar with a stiff drink in hand. a familiar grin rose onto his lips as he walked over to you, running a hand through his signature messy blonde locks.

“hey, sweetheart. whatcha doing all alone on valentine’s day?”

“didn’t you hear?” you asked. “rafe broke up with me.”

jj’s brows furrowed, “what? weren’t you together for, like, four years?”

“yup,” you scoffed, downing your drink and slamming the glass down on the bar table. 

“well, he’s an idiot. you’re amazing. you deserve better than that,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you and ordering himself a drink.

the two of you stayed there for a while, knocking back drinks together and reminiscing on fond memories from high school. you and jj were good friends, him always being able to make you laugh and have fun with you at parties. of course, you’d always thought he was good-looking, but your heart was taken, and you were always faithful to your boyfriend.

“and then you punched kelce so hard he fell over,” you laughed as your hand rested on jj’s shoulder. 

“eh,” he shrugged, laughing along with you, “he totally deserved it. he was annoying as fuck back then.”

“still is,” you replied. “and i agree. it was well-deserved.”

“so…i hate to bring this up, but i just gotta say it. how the fuck could rafe just let you go like that? i honestly thought you guys were gonna get married,” jj said. 

“he said the passion and romance were fizzling out, and he was getting bored. he even told me that our sex life was horrible as if it was my fault. he’s the one that fucked me in the same goddamn position every night, barely even making sure that i’d cum before rushing out the door to meet the guys. he was probably cheating on me, honestly.”

“well,” jj began, inching closer to you, “if i’d been the one fucking you, i wouldn’t have stopped until you came at least nine times.” his hand smoothed up your knee, slowly creeping up your thigh as he kept his gaze locked on yours. 

you felt a throbbing sensation in your core. you saw the fire behind his eyes, and you decided to play along. “only nine? why not ten?”

“babygirl…i’d give you as many as you wanted. i bet you sound so pretty when you fall apart.”

your heart pounded in your chest furiously as you registered his words, and you instantly felt slick pooling in your panties. jj’s low and raspy voice as he whispered to you, and his heated hand on your bare thigh made you nervous, but you wanted to be brave. you wanted to let go and let yourself have fun for the first time since rafe had dumped you. so you bucked up.

“wanna find out?”

oh, he’s got me actin’ like i’m some kind of animal

the way he looks at me, i don’t feel like a girl no more

what you want from me? arch my back like it’s supposed to be

i do it properly, ooh-woah

jj kissed you fervently, pushing you against the back of the restroom door. his hand blindly fumbled around as he locked it, ensuring no one could come in. his fingers then threaded themselves into your hair, holding your face to his while he devoured your lips. you pulled him closer by tugging on his collar, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours. 

“mm, wait,” you stopped, pulling away abruptly. “this could be really stupid. what if we get caught?”

jj only smirked in response, his thumb stroking your cheek as he repositioned it to cradle your face. “don’t you remember my motto, baby? stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

the worry on your face wavered just a tad, but jj could see that you weren’t entirely convinced. he let go of his hold on your face and slipped under your skirt. he found your clothed clit with ease, applying the slightest bit of pressure as he started to massage it in slow circles. you let out a hushed moan, but it was loud enough for jj to hear. smugness took over him, and he knew he could quell your fear.

“c’mon, pretty girl. let me make you cum a few times in here. then i’ll take you back to my place and let you use me in any way you can think of. it’ll all be for you.”

you thought on it, your eyes locked on jj's while he watched you try to hold back. jj's eyes held so much lust and fire in them, and it was hard not to think about how good it would feel to just give in. he continued rubbing your clit, adding more pressure little by little as he awaited your response.

“deal.”

set the scene and feature me (ah-ha, ah-ha)

touch on me (on me), get on your knees

i’ll take the lead

i got the energy, oh-woah, woah-woah

we’re not meant to be, so promise me

when i’m done (ah-ha, ah-ha), you’ll up and leave

‘cause boy i need to take the lead (take the lead, baby)

so match my energy, oh, oh

i’ll take the lead

jj had picked you up mid-kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the countertop and set you down. your legs remained open, your heels pushing jj’s hard-on into your clothed core and making you shiver in anticipation. he ground into you slightly while he deepened the kiss, letting a loud groan into your mouth. 

you whimpered at the feel of him. you could tell he was big just from that one little action. you didn’t even have to see him naked to know that he would be the best dick you’d ever had. 

it was the way he conducted himself. his greedy hands caressing and grabbing you anywhere they could, kissing you as if he’d never get another chance, pulling you against the tent in his jeans and rubbing against you. it made your knees weak in anticipation of what was to come. 

jj’s hands snuck up your skirt in search of your panties. you raised your hips, leaning back on your hand and helping him remove them. once he did, he gave you a mischievous grin and shoved them into his back pocket.

“of course you'd wear the sexiest panties i’ve ever seen. can’t believe you spoiled rafe like that. fucking ungrateful bastard.”

“jj,” you sighed. “you can’t keep those. i don’t want you getting any ideas about this becoming a thing.”

“relax, princess. i know what this is. just want a lil’ souvenir,” he replied, giving you a wink. “i’ve been waiting years to fuck you. i think i deserve to keep ‘em.” 

you laughed softly, shaking your head at him. “you’re trouble.”

jj’s fingers found your bare pussy, prodding them at your seeping entrance. he slowly pushed two of them inside, and you gasped. he gave you a smug look, “the best kind.” 

he curled them upward each time he stroked your walls, playing with your g-spot and watching your reactions as he did so. he watched as your lips parted and you began to breathe heavily. your eyes were shut, and you held onto jj’s muscular shoulders as he pummelled his fingers inside you.

“j, please,” you panted, pulling away. “no more teasing. wanna feel your cock.”

“uh uh. make a mess, baby. want you nice and ready for me,” he spoke against your lips. “let’s see how easily my fingers make you cum.”

his fingers sped up, thrusting into you faster as his thumb came into contact with your needy clit. he continued to stroke your g-spot while he stimulated your clit, and your moans were growing louder, so loud that you’d get caught without a doubt. jj kissed you to keep you quiet, swallowing each of your pretty sounds. he admired how intoxicating you were at that moment, taking particular pride in him being the one to turn you into a puddle without doing much.

with a well-timed flick of your clit, you came around his fingers. you squeezed jj’s arms as you did so, grounding yourself as your orgasm rippled through your body. it was already so intense, you wondered how much more his cock would affect you.

jj retracted his fingers, shoving them straight into his mouth so he could taste you. he instantly groaned, his tongue lapping every drop of you while his eyes rolled back. “christ, you taste as perfect as you look. when we get to mine, i’m gonna devour that pussy. you got that?”

“definitely. but right now, i want you inside me, jj. stop talking and fuck me.”

boy, it’s the perfect time (oh-woah)

seems like you read my mind (oh-woah)

you know just what to do

and how to bring my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

so take your time (ah-ha)

undress me tonight, oh-ooh, oh, oh (undress me)

jj’s fingers moved to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper as he worked to free his cock. he shoved his jeans and briefs below his ass, finally letting his cock come into view. it was standing tall and proud, all thick and pretty. you salivated as you imagined the gratifying weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel when he pushed inside of you. 

“like what you see, princess?”

you brought your attention back to jj at his words, blushing as he gave you a knowing grin. “very much so. your cock is so pretty, j. want it inside me already.”

he gripped it, leading it to your entrance. he pushed the tip against your slick, and he hissed at how wet you were. he couldn’t wait to find out how perfectly you’d wrap around him and how velvety and warm your soaking walls would feel as it swallowed him whole, so he pushed inside. you both gasped, watching as he sank into you balls-deep.

“look at that, baby. look how stretched out you are around my cock. so fucking tight i can barely breathe,” jj rasped. “‘m gonna destroy this pussy.”

he began to move, giving you punishing thrusts right off the bat. he pulled one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder and giving himself more room to split you open. you moved one of the hands you’d had on him, gripping the side of his neck as you leaned back against the mirror while the thrill of pleasure overtook you.

“so fucking big, j. holy shit,” you whined as he fucked you. 

the hem of jj’s shirt seemed to be getting in the way, and jj was quick to pull it in between his teeth. he did it so seamlessly that it was one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen. he remained concentrated as he tried to fuck your brains out. his goal was to fuck you so good that rafe would be nothing but a small part of your past, and you’d know what you deserved in the future.

one of jj’s hands moved down to play with your clit, rubbing furiously as his hips sped up. your cries were increasing in volume, ten times louder than when he’d fucked you with his fingers, and jj’s solution was to let go of your thigh and clamp his hand over your mouth. it barely made a difference, but jj didn’t care. the fact that he was fucking you so good that you couldn’t control your noise made him giddy.

he released his shirt from his mouth so he could use his filthy words on you again. “i love how you sound, baby. fuck, any louder and everyone in this goddamn bar is going to know whose cock is driving you crazy.” 

“j,” you mewled. your voice came out muffled due to jj’s hand, but he still somehow understood you.

“what is it, baby? tell me what you want, tell me how to make you feel good. promise i’ll give you whatever you want,” he cooed. he moved his hand from your mouth, resting it on the heated nape of your neck.

“don’t hold back. fuck me harder, please.”

your pleading eyes ignited a fire within jj, and he nodded. both his hands found your thighs, keeping them against his torso as he fucked you harder, just as you’d wished. he slammed into you harshly, stuffing you full with his cock nice and deep each time.

“jj!”

“shhh,” he hushed, “gotta stay quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, baby. when we get home, you can scream as loud as you like.”

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, oh-ooh-woah, oh, oh

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy

“you want more, baby? want me to play with your clit and make you cum all over me?”

you nodded profusely, your eyes shutting closed as jj drove into you quickly and roughly. you were vibrating against his body, the force of his thrusts shaking your body back and forth. he groaned at how well you were taking his cock, your walls squeezing him like a vice as he punished them. he fucked you relentlessly, one hand finally coming down to toy with your clit again. he rubbed it viciously, sending bolts of pleasure through you and pushing you over the edge.

“j— i’m gonna—”

“i know, baby. i can feel you. give it to me,” jj responded, keeping up his actions. you let out a muffled cry as you bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. your juices squirted out of you, surprising you both as you drenched the hem of jj’s shirt and his bare torso.

“good fucking girl. now everyone’s gonna know what we did in here. bet you wanted that, huh? wanted to let everyone out there know how i fucked your pussy until it cried for me?”

you were still whimpering, coming down from your high as jj chased his. his own grunts were increasing in volume as he teetered on the edge.

“c’mon, j. paint my pussy with your cum. cum all over me,” you begged. “please.”

jj’s cock twitched inside of you, and he pulled out right before he felt himself erupt. he jerked his cock furiously, releasing all over your pussy and inner thighs. “shiiit.”

“that…was so fucking hot,” you panted, admiring his cum on your skin. you collected his cum on your fingers, bringing them into your mouth and licking it clean. “mmm, you taste amazing, jj. promise me you’ll let me suck your cock when we get out of here. wanna feel your cum drip down my throat while you fuck it.”

jj gave you a cynical smile through his hazy expression as his hand came up to your face, “there’s nothing i want more, pretty girl.”

jj succeeded in his goal. rafe was the furthest thing from your mind right now. all you could think about was him.

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do u think you'd ever do a pt2 of ruined 😭 it was so good but so sadd

hello my love!

tbh i dont think i will, when i wrote this i was going through a heartbreak and i personally think that making a part two where they're all happy kind of ruins the first part!

thanks for the ask though, if you have any separate requests then i'd be more than happy to do those!

slow mornings with jj. brainrot

i cannot stop thinking about a soft love with jj, forehead kisses in the morning type of love. he would be in awe, just watching you sleep, whilst he’s thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. he would pull you into his chest and hold you closely as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if his grip loosens in the slightest. your bare skin on his, and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. he would smile every time you moved or grumbled. his hands moving your hair out of your face as you wake up. kissing you all over as you giggled, trying to get out of his strong hold on you. he would say ‘five more minutes, please’ and you would comply because who would give this up? but then five minutes turns to ten and then ten turns into an hour just laying there in his embrace. your hands lay on his rising chest, the two of you talking about nothing in particular. he would tell you how beautiful you are in the morning and you would deny it because how could anyone look beautiful when they’ve just woken up? his hand would rub circles into your bare back, both your legs tangles under the sheets. jj would tell you that he loves you at every hour of the day but mostly in the morning, when he can’t fathom that he gets to wake up beside you. every single day. he would chuckle as he went under the covers placing kisses on your chest, your tummy and your thighs. he would get lower and lower until he’s where he wants to be. where he needs to be. breakfast in bed he would say. your hands running through his hair as he makes you feel things you can’t even explain. you would moan his name and he’d tell you that his name sounds best coming out of your mouth, when you’re under his spell, when he is the one making you feel this good .

(author note) can you tell that i wrote this for myself? i need this man in every way. immediately.

and i would fall for the sweet talk every time.

you and jj really shouldn't be, but you fuck raw every single time. you know that eventually your luck will run out. but for over a year, you've been safe. that was, until about a week ago. though you're on birth control, you both had a scare and you decided from then on, no matter how down it made you, you couldn't be so reckless. neither of you were truly ready to have a baby, despite jj's protests, and you knew that until you were capable, you had to stop. that doesn't mean the transition for jj was anything near easy. his disdain for using condoms and being okay with it weren't even in the same area code. "please, baby? just the tip? i'm dyin' here, it's not fair." you try to kiss the pout off his lips, but ultimately fail when you pull away and see the traces still lingering on his face. "j, as much as i love feeling you bare—" and his hand comes up, stopping your words in their tracks. "see, you can't say shit like that. it's torture," he tells you, giving you a tormented look. "j, we can't keep taking risks. we aren't ready for a baby." his bottom lip juts out even further than before. "but—" you kiss him to shut him up. "i'm sorry, handsome." he pulls you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around your fame and squeezing. he can't help the groan that escapes his lips, though. "just one more time. i promise i'll pull out." you try to deny him, but then he pulls away slightly to trail soft kisses down your neck. he'd never push you, you both knew that. if this was really what you wanted, then that would be the end of that. but when he spoke again, saying let me feel you one more time. it's not my fault your pussy's so addicting. you're folding for what's supposed to but probably won't be the last time. no one does sweet talking like jj maybank. and you love him even more for it.

i had a dream ab this last night so enjoy

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

a/n: i finally did it🥳🥳 but daddy i love him by taylor swift was written for him and only him and you can’t change my mind! not my favorite fic of mine but i hope you enjoy!

warnings: not proofread yet!!! all of the lyrics of the song are basically in this fic lmao, lots of hate towards the pogues but nothing major other than that

word count: 3.2k

pairings: jj maybank x kook!reader

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Kooks and Pogues.

Always one against the other.

That’s how it’s always been in the Outer Banks. If you’re a Kook, you cannot like a Pogue, and it goes both ways.

It is a rule as old as the island, one that never changed and never will. It would be a scandal if it did, right?

You were never one to have cared about something as stupid and superficial as that. Although considered Kook princess — that was the nickname that everyone had gifted you since birth — you also appreciated the company and friendship of those who should’ve been your greatest enemies.

It didn’t help the fact that you were in love with one of them, either.

JJ Maybank was as local as they came. Never had anything to his name, unless we count the remaining five dollars in his old wallet, and always on the run — from what? Perhaps it is better that we don’t ask him that.

We could put it this way: if you were Kook princess, he could’ve easily been Pogue prince.

It should’ve been unusual for the two of you to have ever even had a conversation, let alone one long enough to have made the both of you fall in love. The thing was that you had no problem in talking with him, and he had no reason, nor enough self control, to not have flirted with you any time he’d had the chance.

All of the time you had been spending with JJ and his friends, getting acquainted with them and sharing those whispered secrets that only those whom you trust the most know about, it had all led you to that moment — lying in your lover’s arms.

Your back rested against his bare chest as your bodies were being soaked by the warm rays of sun and lulled by the gentle movement of the waves that were dancing underneath you. JJ’s arms circled your waist with greed and affection, for he could have never gone a day without feeling your skin beneath his loving touch, and his head was hidden in the crook of your neck — the place where he belonged.

“Wanna stay like this forever,” he mumbled in your skin, tickling it in the process, “Feels like heaven.”

You hummed in content, “Me, too.”

The pair of you had been stuck in your place all morning, just letting the waves and JJ’s surfboard take you wherever they wanted to and hoping it was as far away as possible. You hated that your relationship had to be kept as a dirty secret that no one was supposed to know about, but what were you expected to do but ignore your elders, and most of your peers, and let your heart beat for the only man that owned it. It is impossible to control one’s heart’s reason to beat, and one as big as yours was even more untamed than others.

Sneaking away was fun for sure, but you wished to scream it from the rooftops. JJ was no different from you, and he would’ve made you officially his if it hadn’t been for the judgmental creeps and the fear of your parents taking you away from him.

And so, with the uneasy knowledge of being unaware of the next time that your heart would beat against his, he walked you home that early morning. The sound of the birds chirping was peaceful and rendered the journey more bearable — although it was your smile that had made everything so much more than only bearable to JJ.

You couldn’t have known that someone was watching you as your boyfriend led you to the rich side of the island, that was Figure Eight, waiting, almost wishing, for you to make a mistake.

“I’ll see you tonight, princess?” He whispered on your lips as your bodies were being hidden by the large oak tree just a few blocks before your house.

You grinned up at him and nodded, brushing your mouth against his as you did so. “See you tonight, baby.”

—

You didn’t like lying to your parents. Having to make up excuses whenever you wanted to go out wasn’t fun, but a dutiful daughter, the Kook princess, couldn’t have been seen hanging out with people that belonged to a lower class than her. What your parents didn’t know couldn’t have hurt them.

Therefore, you began getting ready to see your Pogue prince that evening, knowing that your parents believed that you were going to a friend’s house. Just as you were finish buttoning your dress, JJ’s favorite, you heard your father come back home, slamming the front door of your house with anger and impatience. It was unusual, which was why your brows automatically furrowed at the loud sound, that it was then followed by his voice, yelling your name.

You all but ran down the stairs, attempting at understanding the commotion, but it seemed that your mother had already gotten the news that your dad hadn’t told you yet. He looked at you as if you had been his greatest disappointment.

“What’s going on?” You asked, scared of even letting out those words.

Your father stated at you for a second before he finally confessed the reason of his obvious fury. “How could you have done this to me? How could you have done this to your family?” He raised his voice, and you had never felt smaller than you had in that moment.

“I - I don’t understand.”

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was for me, huh? Everyone pitied me! And then, it was Ward Cameron that had to tell me that my daughter was hanging out with some…Pogues.”

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

He knew. They knew everything.

“We raised you better than this!” Your father all but yelled as his forefinger pointed at you, and you were sure he was wishing to have had a knife at the end of it.

Tears began running down your face as you attempted at walking closer to him. “But dad, I love him!”

He scoffed — mocking you and your choice of words. “I don’t care if you think he’s the love of your life, he’s not! He cannot provide for you and he’s not the man that I want my daughter to be seen with.”

You turned to your mother, hoping and praying to find consolation and understanding in her. “Mom, say something, please!”

Shaking her head, she only laid her eyes on you to show you the dissatisfied look in them. “I can’t, honey. Your father is right. That boy is only trouble and you deserve better…more.” Although seeming sad, she rejoiced and a glad appearance casted on her as she continued, “That’s why we’re going out to dinner with the Thornton’s tonight. Their son is a fine man, you’d be a very lucky girl.”

To say the world was crumbling all around you was an understatement.

More.

What was ‘more’? You deserved more than someone who loved you and cared for you as if you hung every star in the universe? You needed more than a man who would’ve laid down his life for you?

At that point, you were unable to control the never ending tears. “You’re serious?! I’m not going out with anyone, you can’t force me!” You raised your voice as well, as you couldn’t believe that they thought it would’ve been possible for your heart to beat for someone else.

Without ever taking another glance at you, “My house, my rules,” your father exclaimed, his words tasting like venom when he announced his last words on the matter, “You’re not to see him ever again. That is final.”

Devastation was all you knew. How could they have taken him away from you? The only good thing in your life, the only person that made you feel like you were real, alive, like you could be whoever you wanted to be, and now, he had been brutally stolen from your fingertips, slipping through them without control.

That was your life after all — a continuous scroll of events that you had no say in nor any control, always under the rules of society and your parents. They had simply made the ultimate decision of stealing your last crumble of freedom.

As much as you wanted to hear JJ’s voice, you couldn’t call him. It would’ve been cruel to the both of you to admit those last words out loud. Instead, you texted him to warn him that your parents knew about the two of you and that you couldn’t go out with him that evening — cowardly avoiding him.

And so, you wore the dress that was supposed to be for him and the natural-looking makeup that you knew he was obsessed with, and let your parents manipulate your life once again.

—

“This is a darling restaurant. Thank you for inviting us tonight.” Mr. Thornton formally announced as you, your parents and the Thornton’s sat down at your reserved table.

Perhaps you were being too dramatic, but you felt like you were sitting down for your last supper — you were being sent to the gallows and your parents had been the culprits.

Topper Thornton relaxed in his seat right next to yours, a smug smile on his face while he listened to the two married couples talk about arguments that were as interesting as the weather. In the meantime, your silence was loud. You were screaming at the bars of the cage you that they had trapped you in, praying for someone to come rescue you and help you escape.

Then, you heard Mr Thornton call your name, which caused you to look at him.

“We’ve heard the stories about those Pogues, you know.” And you didn’t miss the judging stare in his eyes as you attempted at stopping yours from rolling in the back in your head in annoyance. “It’s good that you’ve come to your senses, young lady. We all want what’s best for you.”

It was hard to keep your laughter in almost as much as it was to not show your disapproval. “Right,” you whispered under your breath as you looked over the menu in your hands as if it had been the most beautiful thing in the world, “What’s best for me.”

Your mother hissed your name in order for you to have been the only person to hear her, “Play nice.”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, “It would be a shame to disgrace your good name, and for someone like those low-lifers.” He chuckled at his last words as you wondered how many stabs it would’ve taken your knife to make him shut his mouth.

You landed on three.

And just as you were about to respond with another quick remark, you heard his voice. You swore your eyes were about to pop out of your head and your smile had been impossible to stop when he had said, “Good evening. I’ll be your waiter tonight. Are you ready to order yet?”

The JJ Maybank cocky grin stared at you and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth inside you that only the calming ocean in his eyes was able to provide.

You weren’t sure if anyone at the table knew that he was the one that you had been seen with, but from the way no one batted an eye, you realized that they had no idea — after all, Pogues all looked the same to them, so how could they have known it was that particular one that had stolen your heart? (other than multiple of other things, but that’s another story.)

Once everyone had ordered, JJ left, although he never took his eyes off of you — or maybe what he couldn’t stop staring at was the closeness between you and Topper.

“I will admit that they’re not all bad.” Mrs. Thornton admitted, which gained everyone’s curiosity, “These Pogues, I mean. Some of them try to work their way up. Nonetheless, I don’t think it’s right for them to ruin the reputation of someone who comes from such a good family.”

You couldn’t believe that they were still talking about it — as if it wasn’t a Pogue who was handling their food in that very moment. The twitching of your eye was hopefully undetectable as the conversation went on and on, getting worse by the second.

“They’re known thieves, for sure.”

“Most of them have never attended school, either.”

“They ruin this island’s credibility.”

All of the alcohol that you had ingested that evening hadn’t been enough for you to stop yourself from abruptly getting up from your seat and earning a few looks from the tables around you as the loud sound of your chair on the expensive pavement of the restaurant filled the air.

“What are you doing? Sit down!” Your father whispered sternly, an embarrassed expression on his features while he looked around.

“I - I have to go to the restroom.” Finally you shakily exclaimed before all but running to the nearest bathroom, just dreaming about some fresh air. It felt like torture to stand there and listen to them talk about your friends — your boyfriend, for god’s sake — as if they had been the worst people on the planet.

As you quickly walked to what you hoped to have been a restroom, you felt a hand wrapping around your arm and dragging you through another door, which immediately led you to the back of the restaurant. A tiny scream escaped from your lips in surprise, but it was stopped by the weight of a hand.

“I’m sorry, princess, it’s just me.” JJ chuckled as he closed the door behind you and let you rest your back on it.

“Jay,” you breathed, and it felt like the first time you had been able to do that that evening, “what are you doing?”

Letting his hands dance down your torso until his arms circled your waist, he bent his head down to meet yours. “It’s killing me to see you with him, you know that?” He lowered his voice, which sounded deeper and richer than usual, and it caused butterflies to come alive in your stomach.

You placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing the rough skin with your thumb and pulling him impossibly closer. “My parents are forcing me,” you sighed, “They just keep going on and on about Pogues and I can’t listen to them anymore.” And as you noticed the strange look in his eyes, the obvious hesitation in them, you added, “You know I don’t care about him, right?”

He smiled and gently brushed the tip of his nose against yours as he breathed you in. “I hate this, baby. I wish I could be there with you instead of him.”

“Me, too.”

“And he better keep those hands to himself.”

You chuckled lightly at his words, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Good.”

JJ noticed the tears that started to prick at your eyes immediately and his hands flew to your face, holding the soft skin and forcing you to stare into his honest eyes. “Hey, hey. This doesn’t mean we have to break up, alright? We’ll figure it out, princess, we always do, okay?” You only got to nod once at his words before his lips touched yours, slowly and passionately while his arms held you closely to his body. “I love you.” He mumbled on your mouth.

“I love you, too, Jay.”

—

“What took you so long?” Your mother asked as you came back to the table, your hair now out of place — not that you cared about it anymore.

“Just needed to get some air.” You wore your best fake smile and drank your glass of wine in one sip before pouring yourself another one. “Have we finally changed the subject?”

Your dad reprimanded you by saying your name, a threatening tone hiding behind it.

You shrugged, “What? You can all speak poorly of Pogues as if I weren’t here but I can’t say anything about it? Thought this was a free country.”

Mr. Thornton looked like he was having a stroke and his wife was none the better. “You should be more grateful about what you have, young lady.”

You snorted, more loudly than you wanted to, but you had seemed to have lost all inhibitions. “You know what, Mr. Thornton? I’ve always been grateful. I’ve always been the perfect, dutiful daughter, and my parents still don’t trust me, so what’s the point, right?” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, and sure that you were causing a scene, you decided to finish off the show. “So what if my boyfriend’s a Pogue? Why should everyone care about that?”

Just like all of the waiters, JJ was watching the scene, and although he loved how you were defending him, he decided it was the right time to rescue you. He all but ran to you, clapping his hands a couple of times to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, folks. Show’s over.” He announced as he approached your table.

“You have to calm down and sit back down.” Your mom told you while placing a hand in front of her face in order to hide her embarrassment.

“And you want to know what’s funny? You’ve been shit talking about my boyfriend all night and he was our waiter all along.” You drunkly laughed while JJ tried to keep you upright.

“Way to keep it a secret, babe.” He whispered, although a mischievous smile adorned his lips.

This time it was your father who got up from his seat, pointing a finger at the man whose arm was the only reason why you were still standing. “You…You’re the Pogue who brainwashed my daughter!”

“He did what?!” You let out another laugh, but the look on your face said everything anyway.

“With all due respect, sir —“

“Stay away from my daughter! And don’t talk to me.” He interrupted JJ, catching him off guard.

“You’re so scared of what this relationship might lead to, but you know what? I’m already having his baby.” You didn’t miss the way everyone stared at you shockingly, and even though you wanted to keep it up, you couldn’t help but retract it immediately, “No, I’m not, but you should see your faces!”

“Now we really should leave.” JJ admitted, grinning at you. He grabbed your glass and took a sip of it, at which you laughed loudly once again.

“Thank you for the lovely evening, Mr. and Mrs. Thornton. You two are unbearable.”

“Yep, lovely evening and everything.” He yelled as you two ran towards the exit.

“Come back here right now!”

Your heart beat rapidly as JJ hopped on his bike and waited for you to do the same, the sound of the vehicle revving making you all the more excited. Your arms held on tighter to him and you swore you could hear his heart beating faster as well.

“You ready, baby?”

“Floor it, Jay.”

And you would’ve paid all of the Kook money in the world to have seen their faces as the Kook princess drove off with the Pogue prince.

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I need help finding a fanfic (series) where she is a music genius who comes from a rich family and she and jj are soulmates, but they don't accept the bond

‘Silver Soul’- JJ Maybank Headcannons!!

• Even after a fight with him, he can’t ignore you for forever. He’ll send you text message about things you need to be reminded to do. Texts could vary from;

‘Do your homework, I know you didn’t do it.’ ‘Did you eat yet?’ ‘Go drink some water.’ ‘Plug your phone in and go to bed.’ ‘Take your medicine.’ ‘I love you.’

• Definitely has taken you on John B’s boat late at night just so you can see the stars or just to get a new look on life.

• He comes to you when he has had a problem with his dad. He’ll run into your arms and just cry and know that you’ll listen and never judge him.

• Every time it rains, he thinks of you. Not because it is sad, just because the rain is something that is just so, You.

• Helped you paint on your bathing suit/bikini bin when you saw the trend going around on TikTok. He thought it was dumb but wanted to help anyways. Now you have a very odd looking little turtle on your box.

You were his, and his only. You were his while you cried and you were his when he had you bent over a desk, watching you go into pure ecstasy. He knew you were his the moment he laid his eyes on you in the crowd of hundreds. You were meant to be.

| JJ Maybank, John B, Rafe Cameron, Lip Gallagher, Paul Lahote, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, NATE JACOBS!