I Died.

oh my.

what about jj and reader being that gross couple that will make out in front of everyone because they’re so into each other and don’t care 😝

proof of life I didn’t forget ab the horny requests I swear!! short and sweet (and a lil slutty) 😘

PDA (JJ Maybank x Reader)

“Hey, man, you gotta share,” you scolded JJ, reaching for the blunt he held between his fingers.

He jerked it away from you, a devious smile crossing his face. If you hadn’t been lounging around the Chateau porch with all of your friends present, that look would’ve been leading up to something else.

“I’ll share, c’mere,” he urged, patting the arm of the chair he sat in.

You rolled your eyes, getting up from the couch to approach him. You were about to sit on the edge of the chair, but JJ was quick. He yanked you into his lap. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

“Hi,” he said knowingly, very aware of the position you were in.

You turned in his lap until you were facing him, straddling his lap. You rested your arms over his shoulders. JJ’s hands instinctively went to your waist, holding you steady while pulling you closer.

“Hi there,” you said playfully, a sly smirk curving onto your lips.

JJ looked up at you, a similar devious smile on his face. He bit his lip a little, knowing what was coming when you leaned in.

Your lips connected greedily, JJ instantly dominating the kiss as he held you against him.

Your senses were instantly overwhelmed by him. The smell of smoke clung to him, and the faint taste of weed was shared on both your mouths. You threaded your fingers through his soft locks of blonde hair that you could picture even with your eyes closed, while his fingertips pressed into your skin, keeping you close. Not that you’d want to be anywhere else.

Warmth blossomed in your cheeks as you heard the soft, needy sounds that left him between the milliseconds of separation. The way he chased after your lips with his own made your head spin.

You were in your own little world, wholly consumed by nothing but love and lust for your equally lost boyfriend.

Pope cleared his throat. “Um, guys?”

“You know we’re still here, right?” Kiara said loudly, extra sarcasm in her tone.

JJ smiled against your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

You both knew, you just didn’t care.

jj loving to kiss all over the reader ecspecially in the morning 😩😩

i love this thank you anon

JJ loves to kiss you. He lives for it. If he could do one thing for the rest of his life it would be kissing you. The rest of the pogues are tired of you two always making out.

You guys were out in the front yard talking and just relaxing. You would be on his lap because even if there was enough chairs JJ would insist you sit on him.

It was completely innocent at first, JJ just wanting to be close to you. His hands rest just under your shirt on your hips. He would start on your shoulder leaving gentle kisses. Then he would move to your neck.

JJ would proceed to move your hair out of the way. Then he would suck harshly on the skin of your neck. You were in the middle of a conversation with Sarah when you started to become distracted. JJ was licking and nipping at your neck.

Eventually JJ was satisfied with the work he did on your neck. Then he became hungry for your lips. The conversation with Sarah had died as she could tell you were getting busy.

JJ took your face in his hands and turned you towards him. You readjusted yourself so you were straddling him and facing him. He delicately placed his lips on yours.

JJ was greedy with the kiss. He devoured you. Your lips moved together in sync. JJ started to smile into the kiss. Then he pushed his tongue through your parted lips. Your tongues massaged each other’s.

You and JJ continued to make out completely oblivious to the audience around you.

Kiara coughed, “get a room!”

You simply held up your middle finger up and continued kissing JJ.

——————

But in the mornings it’s a whole different story.

Lips pressed to your skin would be the first thing you registered when you woke up. JJ was kissing up your spine. Next he would attack your shoulder blades.

Then JJ would roll you onto your back where he can kiss on your neck.

“Morning baby,” JJ mumbled into your neck his voice raspy.

“Morning J,” you replied.

JJ then moved to your jaw leaving wet kisses there.

“I could kiss you all day long,” JJ announced.

You giggled as his kisses tickled. JJ then began kissing your cheeks, then your nose, your forehead, your eyelids and finally your lips.

JJ rolled on top of you as you kissed. JJ explored your mouth. When the need for air became to strong you pulled away. JJ chased your lips.

“Just a second J,” you pleaded.

“Your killing me pretty girl,” JJ responded

“I’d kiss you for forever if you’d let me. I can’t get enough of you,” JJ added.

DONT DO THIS TO ME IM NOT OKAY

pairings: kiara x fem!reader, jj x fem!reader

warnings: angst, unrequited love, shame around sexuality, MORE ANGGSST, sad kie:(, sad lesbian feels

SUMMARY, kie loves you.. but you’re not hers.

Kiara knows what it’s like to be loved by you.

She knows the warmth of your tights hugs, she knows the delightful scent of your perfume that, without fail, sends butterflies dancing with their hands tie into her stomach. She knows the late night conversations about anything and everything, she knows that concern you have from the people you love — all doe eyed and concerned with a pretty pout. She knows the compliments you give, the ones which make her feel weak in the knees. She knows the joyous, infectious tune of your laughter that she replays in her head when she’s sad. She knows it — knows you.

Kiara Carrera knows what being loved by you feels like.

But it’s not the type of love she wants to know.

Sometimes… sometimes, when she’s not in her right mind, she’ll watch you and JJ.. how you are with each other. She watches the way he pulls you into his lap constantly as though he always needs to be touching you (she doesn’t blame him), his arm wind around your waist and you look as happy as ever in his lap. She watches the soft kisses you each press to each others forehead. Watches the childlike giggling the can only be described as that of two teenagers hopelessly enamoured with one another.

The rest of the Pogues tease them all the time, jokingly disgusted with the PDA but they’ll turn their heads with smiles at the end of the day, knowing their friends are happy and in love.

Kie doesn’t feel that way.

It’s horrible of her — she knows, god, does she know. She’s had this argument with her stupid fucking brain so many times as she lay awake in the dead of night. You’re both her best friends, she needs to be happy for you. She should be. She is, even!

(She’s not)

Her heart cracks every time she watches the way you fall back into the embrace of the boy you love while she’s left pining for you. She mentally screams at the way you press kisses all over his faces and then finish at his lips while he’s looking up at you like you hung for fucking moon and sun. The smile that you wear upon even just glancing at him is enough to tear apart her broken and tattered heart — you never glance at her like that. You will never.

Kiara knows what it is to be loved by you: the both of you have been best friends since kindergarten.

She knows the sweetness to your soothing words that slow her rapidly pacing heart. She knows what you look like when you first wake up… she knows how you like your coffee, your favourite colour, your favourite flower! She knows the gentle or joking terms of endearment the leave you pretty, plush lips. She knows you at your worst and at your best and she loves it all. She loves all of you.

Sometimes… when she’s alone, not surrounded by the distracting tune of your laughter, she lets her mind trick her into thoughts of how JJ wasn’t good for you and she’d be better — she knows you better, loves you more.

Expect, when reality sets in, she knows she’s wrong. JJ is good for you. He knows you, he loves you. Worships you, really. Kiara knows the he knows all the things she does about you: your favourite song, your favourite drink, your favourite show. And, oh my god, she knows through and through just how well he treats you — if it’s not already fucking obvious from the way you are with each other — she has to heart it all the time, from the both of you.

JJ’s words alone she could’ve handled. She could listen to him dazedly ramble about how you good you looked in your bikini, how you made his heart flutter, how you smelt so good, whatever. She could listen to him, a small swirl of jealousy in her stomach but she was mostly dazed too — the both of them settling for dreamily gazing over at you, she could deal with that because she was thinking the same, she just couldn’t voice it.

But you… your words, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to handle them. The way you mumbled sentences weaved with nothing but pure love and adoration, the sweet echo of your voice pitched with admiration. It was normal though, you were best friends, of course you were telling her all of this. At sleepovers, when you both sat down in her bed and somehow he’d get brought up and you wasted no time gushing over him and telling Kiara about your moments together, all giddy and grinning with blushed skin.

She wanted to sob.

She wanted the ground to sallow her whole and spit her back into a world where you loved her how she loved you.

Kie doesn’t really remember the moment she knew that she loved you with everything she had in her.

She only remembers snippets of earlier memories from her childhood and (shock) most of them regard you. She remembers painting you silly little paintings of turtles or your favourite flower and singing off with a heart before giving it you the next day. She recalls all of the friendship jewellery, some of it long gone but the other half she still wears. She remembers going into the beach to help the baby turtles survive. She remembers the both of you going around picking up plastic and litter in general. She remembers the dressing up parties you had, both clad in outrageous princess dresses.

Later into her childhood, she remembers more. Her thoughts — feelings. Kiara thinks about the stories her parents used to read to her, the fairytales of a beautiful prince and her knight in shining armour, living happily ever after. She remembers thinking… princess and prince? Was it never a princess and princess? Could it ever be? From the stories she was read, it never ended up in such a way.

But she didn’t get it. As far as she was aware, you and her were both princesses. And… you were the only person she’d ever want to live out her happily ever after with.

(She never told anyone: scared of what they’d say as she defied normalcy)

Even as she grew older, into her adolescence, those feelings never went anywhere. She watched as you found your own princes (boys who didn’t deserve you, in her humble opinion). Her heart sometimes stopped at the thought of her happily ever after finding her own happily ever after… her own prince.

(What was wrong with her?)

The question plagued her constantly; she wished she’d never introduced you to the Pogues, she wished it was just you two still, she wished you’d look at her the same, she wished she could treat you… touch you like JJ does, she wished she could love you openly and unapologetically.

Sometimes… when she sat with her hand to her mouth to muffle her sobbing, laying alone in her cold room, she wished JJ could just disappear. That made her sob even louder, she loved him, he was her friend… but you, you were so much more to her.

You were her princess.

And…and JJ was your prince. You didn’t want a princess.

Kiara, in the past, wouldn’t call herself deluded by any means but now she was beginning to question it. She got trapped in her fantasies, in fabricated lies to ease the pain of her heart.

She liked to pretend now.

She liked to pretend that you did in fact feel the same about her. When the two of you lay snuggled up together, her heart banging erratically in her ears while you lay calm as ever.. she liked to imagine that you were equally as nervous, the you felt the spark against your bare skin in the way she did. She liked to pretend that when you looked at, your eyes were big and bright and full of romantic love — the expression you wore around JJ.

She liked to pretend that as you both lay on your side, hushed soft whispers of late night conversations slipping between you, eyes solely on one another… that you didn’t see her as a friend. She liked to pretend that as you glanced at her lips, to see what she was saying through the quiet of her voice, it was all because you felt the same. She liked to pretend that the sweet giggles and irresistible scent of you would become an every night thing — the princess and the princess finding solace in each other.

But, your solace was within your prince. Her friend. Someone she’d introduced you to.

Kiara Carrera knew unrequited love all too well and yes, the rumours are true, it is a bitch. A stone cold one.

LEAVE ME ALONE IM CRYING WHY WOULD U DI THIS TO ME

Three Seconds

Paring(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

Summary: three seconds is all it takes for things to fall apart

Side note: A lot of my writing is going to be either smut or heavy on the heartbreak lol, very few happy endings

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One. Two. Three

Three seconds.

One. Two. Three.

Three seconds of silence was all it took for him to completely shut me out. His blonde hair striking against the hue of the sky while his piercing blue eyes stare at me, pleading me to agree.

I opened my mouth to speak yet nothing came out. Instead, a wave of panic spread throughout my body causing an intense feeling of suffocation. My thoughts raced as I realized how serious the situation was.

“We’re sick of your shit.”

“Oh, my shit?” JJ let’s put a humorless laugh before shaking his head.

Kie’s eyes dart to mine before she takes a step towards him, looking at him with such disappointment. “You’re pulling guns on people shit.”

I can tell they’re all waiting for me to jump in, to talk some sense into JJ but for some reason my feet are glued to the floor and my throat is tight and no words are coming out.

Instead, my gaze is locked on the grey duffel bag set at his feet, filled with cash.

Cash that he stole from a drug dealer who had a gun to my head an hour ago.

Anxiety coursed through my veins as my stomach swayed with nausea. I wring my hands together trying to create some type of grounding.

“You need to tell him. Tell him this isn’t what we’re doing.” Pope steps in front of me, his hands gripping my shoulders.

JJ’s gaze was burning a whole right through my head and it took every bit of strength I had to meet his stare head on.

I understood him. Everything he’s ever done, as rash and reckless as he was, there was always a reason. That was something our friends never understood about him, they just played it off as JJ being JJ. This money, as stupid as it was, he needed. It could give him every bit a freedom JJ needed away from his dad.

Luke was cruel and uncaring. Consistently spitting venom at him, reminding of how disappointing and useless JJ is. So, I understand. I would have taken the money too if it gave me some peace away from home.

Sarah and Kie, as sweet and loving as they are, will never understand. They were born Kooks, had homes on figure 8 with parents who love them. They didn’t need this money, but we did. And yet, I knew he couldn’t take the money. We were entering entirely knew territory with gold and guns and there was no certainty that we would be safe.

Barry knew exactly who we were. The moment he pulled the gun, the nuzzle pointed directly at JJ, the boy I’ve been in love with since I was 14, all color drained from my face. My body trembled in fear as I let out a shout and reached for him but Barry switched positions. Suddenly, the gun was pressed against my temple as he shouted demands. But for a brief moment, there was a sense of relief because it was no longer on JJ and I could breathe again. This feeling, this sickening choking panic, I don’t ever want to feel again.

The cut was a small place and if not taking the money meant JJ would be safe then it was a small price to pay. But, I know him. I know he’s not going to understand how I see it but rather take it as a betrayal.

One. Two. Three.

JJ says nothing as his eyes rake over every inch of my face. Three seconds was all it took for him to completely close off.

That choking panic I mentioned earlier? Came back tenth-fold as it finally clicked.

“Jayj…” I reached out to touch his arm, the bracelets I gave him mockingly dangling from his wrist as he jerks away from me.

“Don’t.”

My chest tightened as I drew my hand back, fumbling with my fingers nervously.

JJ ripped his hat off his head before roughly running his hand through his hair. He started to pace, twisting the hat in his hands before stopping in front of all of us.

My heart ached at his obvious distress but I knew my input was the last he wanted now. As far as he was concerned, I didn’t care about him.

Pope let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re acting like a maniac-“

“Pope, I took the fall for you man. Do you know how much money I owe because of you?”

“I’m going to pay you back. I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“I just did. I just did pay it back. “ JJ takes a step forward, pressing his palms on Pope’s chest, shoving him back. “Right here, right now, by myself.”

“Let’s just calm-“ JJ’s glare stopped me in my tracks. He regarded me coldly, his face giving nothing away to the storm that raged in his ice blue orbs.

“Oh what? You suddenly decide you have something to say? Where were you five fucking minutes ago?”

I swallowed hard. “Can I please just explain-“

“Explain what? The fact that you know I need this money and you’re going to act like this is some big moral issue, ” JJ kept his hard set gaze on me, drilling holes into me, daring me to move. “How did you like having a gun pointed at you, huh?”

“You mean the same gun that I stepped in front of because seeing it pointed at you nearly made me sick to my stomach?” I spat, shaking my head at him.

This wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to do this to me. Not now.

He said nothing to me, instead he turned his gaze to the Twinkie, twisting his ring around his finger anxiously.

“JJ, you take this money, you open the door for a whole lot of other shit. You think Barry’s just going to let you take it?”

“Listen to your girlfriend, man.” John B stepped up, clapping JJ on the back.

JJ shrugged him off as he took three quick steps towards me, forcing me to tilt my head up at him.

“What girlfriend?” He spat, his eyes darting in between mine, before settling into a sick satisfaction at my sharp in take of breath.

“JJ-“

“You know what?” He stated, bending down to grab the duffel. “I’m going to go off by myself.”

“You don’t get to do this shit.” I snapped as I reached for the duffel and tugged it towards me. “You want to treat me like shit? Fine, I dont care as long as I don’t find you dead in a ditch.”

JJ blinked at me and said nothing. The only thing giving away his emotion is the tightened grip on the bag.

“Go, then. Since you’re so eager to leave, but you’re not taking the money.” My breath came out short as the anger pounds through my blood.

“Or what? You’re gonna stop me? Last time I checked, I didn't need a god damn hang on.” I wince at the anger in his voice and fight the urge to shut down.

"Stop acting like you don't care , JJ. "

“I expected this from them, but never you.” His ring covered fingers danced along my chin, before he gripped it tightly forcing my eyes on him. “You were supposed to have my back. You told me that you got me, that you understand me. All I know now is that you a fucking liar.”

“I’m trying to protect you.” I plead, “Why can’t you see that?”

JJ scoffs, “Protect me? What do you think is gonna happen if I don’t pay back the restitution?”

“We can find another way-“

“I DONT have anything else.” He shouted in my face, his façade finally cracking under the pressure. “What don’t you understand? This is all I fucking have.”

I felt my grip on the bag weaken as I processed his words. It was normal for JJ to lash out when he felt cornered, but it was never directed at me.

My body trembled as I stared at him with a look I can only describe as broken. “You have me.”

I spoke the words softly knowing if I spoke any louder, the shake in my voice would give me away.

One. Two. Three.

Three seconds was all it took for him to completely and utterly break me.

“That’s not enough.”

Whatever fight I had left, fled from my body as my fingers let go of the duffel. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back the tears that threaten to escape.

“You win, JJ.”

My eyes slowly traced every part of his face. From the sun grazed blonde strands that laid in a messy heap on his head, to the bronze tan arms from spending hours out on the waves that complimented his bright blue eyes.

I waited for what felt like hours, but was a mere moment, for JJ to take it back. For him to apologize and pull me into his arms. Instead, we just stared at each other, no one saying a word.

Then, he tilted his head turned around and left, leaving what felt like a blazing trail of carnage in his wake.

It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my body. Small hands wrap themselves around me as my legs suddenly feel like they’ve been kicked out from under me. The familiar sweet scent of Sarah filled my nose, as she pulled me into her arms, physically holding me up.

FUCKING SCREAMING I LOVE THIS OML

His Hands. (JJ Maybank x Reader)

SUMMARY : You and JJ stand on a pier, having a playful talk about his hands.

GENRE : EXTRA fluff. Lots of emotional intimacy.

WORDS : 739

You stood at the edge of the pier, the salty sea breeze wafting through your hair as JJ crept up behind you. His arms enveloped your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Your thoughts drifted to his hands as they slid down to rest on your hips, his fingers grazing the skin of your waist. You had always been captivated by JJ’s hands - rough and calloused from years of hard work, yet so gentle when they touched you.

As he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, you couldn’t help but marvel at the contrast between his strong, weathered hands and the softness of his touch.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, but you felt as if he already knew.

You turned to face him anyway, feeling a warmth spread through your body as you looked into his bright blue eyes. “Just thinking about your hands.”

JJ raised an eyebrow. “My hands?” he asked, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, your hands,” you rolled your eyes, knowing his playful nature all too well. 

JJ’s smirk grew wider. “Is that so?” he hummed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah, they may be rough around the edges,” you remarked, tracing your fingers over the scars that crisscrossed his knuckles - reminders of a violent past. “But there’s something strangely captivating about them,” you continued, your gaze fixated on his hands. Despite their scars, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the strength and resilience that they represented.

JJ chuckled, his fingers tangling in your hair as he leaned in closer. “C’mon Y/N. You’re making me sound like some sort of sea monster.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. “No, I think you’re more like a sea god, with your surfing skills and handsome face,” you said, a playful glint in your eye. “Or maybe a hot sailor.”

JJ grinned, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Well, you know what they say about sailors and their hands, don’t you?” he teased, his fingers tracing a pattern along your collarbone.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “I’m sure I have no idea,” you said. “But please, tell me, Captain Maybank.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Let’s just say, they know their way around a ship,” he said, his hands trailing down your sides. “With hands that know how to navigate.”

You tilted your head, trying to hide a smile as you asked, “Navigate what exactly?”

“The twists and turns of the sea,” he replied, his hand moving down your back, “the curves of a woman's body…”

With a playful grin, you lightly swatted JJ’s arm. “Seems like you’re quite the charmer, Captain,” you teased, unable to hide the amusement in your voice. “But I can’t help but wonder - what else do those skilled hands of yours know how to do?”

His lips curved into a softer smile as he lifted your hand to his lips, trailing soft kisses along your knuckles. “Well, for one,” he said, his breath hot against your skin, “they’re pretty good at holding yours.”

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your body. “And what else are they good at?” you asked, teasingly.

JJ leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “They’re pretty good at touching,” he whispered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your palm.

“And what else?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

JJ gazed into your eyes with a depth of emotion that sent shivers down your spine. “They're damn good at making you feel loved,” he finally said, his voice low and steady. “Every time I touch you… it’s like I’m home.”

Feeling safe and cherished in his embrace, you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m so lucky to have you,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. “You make me feel like I’m home too."

As JJ leaned in for a kiss, his hands moved up to cradle your face. You closed your eyes and surrendered to his touch, feeling the strength and tenderness in his hands. They were the hands of someone who had weathered life’s storms, yet still radiated love and kindness. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be - in his arms, with his hands holding you close.

A/N : Hiii, thank you sm for reading! I have a full story on Wattpad about JJ, feel free to read it here.

“happy reading, pretty girl.” 👖⬇️

thats all i gotta say.

UNDERCOVER — j.m

day five how you get the girl with jj maybank

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you and jj navigate through the changing feelings of your friendship.

warnings fluff, mutual pining, mentions of a physical fight (reader), smoking a joint, i think that's all but let me know.

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

JJ had never been one to crack open a book. He rarely did so for school, and never did so for leisure. 

You, on the other hand, were your happiest when you were curled up with a good romance novel propped up in your lap. 

One afternoon, you’d dragged JJ to the bookstore over on Figure Eight. The scent of aged paper and the soft creak of the wooden floorboards flooded your senses as you perused the shelves. JJ lingered behind you, watching your fingertips glide over the spines of each book and carefully removing the ones you planned to buy. 

By the time your arms were filled with books (not including the one’s JJ had taken over for you), you made your way up to the cash register. Your eyes locked on a novel you’d sought after for ages, and you pouted. 

“Damn it. The one time it’s here and I’m already over my monthly budget.”

JJ listened intently. He didn’t say much, but he made a mental note of your wish and stored it in his memory bank for later. 

Two weeks after, you received a mysterious package lying on your front porch. You opened it once you got inside, and you were greeted by the sight of the very same book you’d longed for but weren’t able to take home with you. 

A handwritten note accompanied the gift: “Happy reading, pretty girl. From, JJ.” 

Happy tears welled up in your eyes as you held the book close to your heart. JJ had not only listened to your words, but had taken the time, effort and last few scraps of his money he had to fulfill your wish. The cherished gesture spoke volumes about how he cared for you, how he’d do anything to see that stunning smile on your face. It was the kind of thoughtfulness that made you rethink your connection with him. 

That evening, you showed up to the chateau unannounced. You pulled JJ into your arms, squeezing him so tightly that his organs felt as if they were shifting. You pressed three kisses to his cheek, hearing his melodious laughter filling your ears. 

“Woah, what’s with all the love?”

Your hands braced on either side of his neck. “You got me my book. You’re amazing.”

He shrugged casually. “It wasn’t a big deal, princess. I know you were bummed that day when you couldn’t get it. Just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you. You deserve it.”

“Well, well. How the tables have turned.” JJ couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he tended to the cut etched over your cheekbone. He’d placed an ice pack over your bruising knuckles, and was now using a q-tip to clean and disinfect the small gash on your face. 

“Shut up, JJ.” 

“‘M just sayin’. You’re always scolding me for picking fights, and yet, here you are doin’ the same.”

He was right. You did lecture him every time he got into a fight with someone the way a parent would with their child. You'd be fuming, telling him that he shouldn't let people's comments get to him, that they aren't worth his time.

You shot him an irritated glare. “Watch it, or you’re next.”

“Woah. Cool it, Southpaw. No need to get feisty.” 

He was enjoying every second of that role reversal far too much. The permanent smile on his lips was enough proof of that fact. 

JJ helped you off the counter, holding your hips steadily as he walked behind you and followed you into your bedroom. You both got all cozy beneath your comforter, and JJ’s arm slung itself over your shoulders. 

“You could’ve taken it easy on her, though. You yanked her hair out.” 

“And I’d do it again. She was a bitch,” you huffed. 

“So you really aren’t gonna tell me what happened, then?” He asked, watching as you flipped your TV on and started to scroll through Netflix in search of something to watch together.

You hadn’t told JJ that the reason the fight broke out was because that poor girl had made the mistake of telling you that JJ would never be interested in you. That she’d done all sorts of dirty things with him, and you’d never get to say the same. That you were a fool to even have eyes for him. 

“It was dumb. She just, she pushed my buttons, that’s all.”

The hand on your shoulder moved to smooth down the hair atop your head. “Well, fuck her.” 

“Why? You already did.”

He could sense the icy tone in your voice, and he felt your body grow rigid. His brows furrowed. “What? No I didn’t.” 

It was your turn to be confused. “What do you mean?”

“Dude, I don’t even know her name. I’ve seen her a few times at the boneyard, but, I’ve never hooked up with her. Never even spoke to her.”

Your silence was enough to tell him that he’d been the reason you got into that tussle. The same smirk from earlier found his lips again, and he pulled you closer into him. 

“You tellin’ me you got into that fight ‘cause you were jealous, pretty girl?” 

You kept your focus on the TV, muttering at him to be quiet. 

He laughed softly, using his other hand to turn your face toward him. His bright eyes found your nervous ones, and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, princess. I wouldn't choose anyone over you.” 

And with that, he turned his attention to the show you’d chosen as if what he’d just said had been a casual thing. Your heart stammered, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. 

Did this mean you had a chance?

You were laying in the hammock at the chateau, smoking a joint that’d you’d stolen from JJ’s stash. The gentle sway and creaking of the ropes were a comforting sound. Your mind was lost deep in thought, and the subject taking up your mind was none other than JJ. Lately, things had been changing between the two of you, and you couldn’t help wonder where it was all heading. 

As if he sensed your crowded mind, JJ appeared as he hopped down the stairs outside and approached you with a comforting grin. He plucked the joint from your fingertips, hitting it and exhaling the smoke with a chuckle when you frowned at him. 

“Hey. I was smoking that.”

“It’s mine now.” 

After the two of you finished smoking, he put the joint out and he extended a hand toward you. “Come on. Take a ride with me.” 

You accepted his hand and let him guide you to the pogue. The anticipation built in your chest as the two of you glided across the water of the marsh. The breeze tousled your hair, and the stars were beginning to take over the sky, sparkling beautifully.

JJ was the first to break the silence. “You looked like you had a lot on your mind back there. You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”

You gave him a faint smile. “Just thinking about stuff.” 

He raised an eyebrow, the curiosity in his face evident, even in the dark. “Stuff, huh? Care to expand on that?” 

He was always so perceptive, especially when it came to you, so it was a difficult task to hide anything from him. You took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. “I’ve been thinking about us, J. It just, it feels like there’s something more going on with us lately, and I can’t help but wonder where its’ going.”  

JJ leaned back against the chair beside you, looking into your gaze nervously. “You noticed that too, huh?”

You nodded, your heart now in your throat. You couldn’t tell if his response was a positive or negative one. “Yeah, and I don’t know about you, but it’s been driving me a little crazy.” 

“Well, pretty girl, since we’re both goin’ a little crazy, how about we do something about it?”

A puzzled look washed over your features. “What do you mean?” 

He hooked index finger under your chin and used it to fix your gaze on him. Then, his hand moved to cup your cheek. His thumb smoothed atop your cheekbone, and before you knew it, his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, full of all the yearning the two of you had felt for the past couple of months. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as your hand found the back of his neck, and your fingertips wove into the hair that sat at the nape of his neck. You urged him closer to you, and melted fully into the sweet moment. 

Breaking away, he smiled at you. “There’s somethin’ here, princess. Somethin’ special, and I really don’t wanna hide from it anymore. I like you. Like, a lot.”

Your heart soared. “I feel the same way, J. I have for awhile now.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded with a shy smile. “Yeah.” 

You two shared another intimate kiss, this time throwing yourselves into it completely as you were now devoid of the fear that had been holding you back for so long. His touch was warm, and everything felt so right. There wasn’t anyone else you wanted like this, no place you’d rather be. All you wanted was JJ, and all JJ wanted was you. 

“So, like, you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

You laugh softly. “I better be after that kiss.” 

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What to do if you have not shifted for +++years

(Most of my anons were along the lines of this same issue, I want to make a common post for them. I won't be telling you "you're already there" or "persist" I'm going to have a heart to heart conversation with your mental health in mind, this will be a long post)

First and foremost I have to say, this post is very heavily opinion-based. Alright, I'll divide it into topics, and two categories: before shifting and during shifting.

Before Shifting.

Determining the laws of your reality.

This is where you've got to do most of the work. (Don't worry, it won't be 7 hour subliminal listening sessions) now let's present a very important note: I don't know who you are. But most importantly I don't know what you believe in. Shifting isn't a known set of rules, Shifting doesn't have a single method, it does not have a wikihow page. Everything that exist is because of you. Therefore there are differences in my reality and yours. What you believe in is acting out in reality. LITERALLY.

So first you need to ask yourself some questions, with full honesty, oh and don't apply the thoughts you have by certain reprogramming affirmations, don't force yourself just because you have to persist.

"What am I?" What do you believe you are? Currently, are you a soul, a human? Or you something greater, seek within yourself to answer what you believe.

"What is reality?" How is everything working around you? Why are you here.

"Who is in control?" Who makes you shift. Who or what makes everything happen.

"How to shift?" Self explanatory. If you write with utmost truth on what you think shifting is like and when and how it happens; you'll basically have the code of how reality works for you.

Relax.

After you've gathered your research sheets. Take a breath, since you've got all the answers you need. Now, close your eyes, whenever you like. Imagine a serene atmosphere, for example, sharp sunlight falling on your skin, warming you up, or the rain droplets drowning your senses, as you run across a forest. Tell yourself, "this is what shifting is" , and "I've shifted." That's all it is. You feel some you get some.

Some important realizations,

• Time is not linear.

• Failure is a perception.

• You're not beneath anyone.

• You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.

• you'll survive, you'll be alright.

Don't. Kidnap. Yourself.

The title sounds weird, but it is regarding heavily applying the principle of assuming until you have it, to EVERYTHING. Idc if people come after me. I don't want anyone to suffer by stamping their foreheads with "persist!" Even if it works. I love loa, until it crosses over into toxic positively. Don't just put yourself in a coffin; don't become a prisoner to your thoughts! Don't make it feel like there's an angry witch in your mind, who will scream at you if something goes wrong, the problem is! Something might go wrong and you'd end up highlighting the idea that you are being forced to assume against something. Don't feel forced. Simple. (You can still use loa, if you like)

Declutter your mind.

I said it before. and @ilovecatfr explained this here, there's so much in your mind. I can tell. Each and everyone has their own unique spin on shifting. That's great and they put out advice to help people, similarly you... also have it within you. Afterall, these bloggers, big well written and decorated posts are the projection of your assumptions. I'd like to say, majority of the bloggers are kindhearted with the aim to help others. Although for some, you being desperate in their asks is an ego boost, nothing is wrong with feeling good about yourself for your knowledge, but you the person at the other end of this screen, are not a pawn, not just another anon, alright? you know how to shift, look back at what your answers were to the questions.

Control your emotions towards this reality.

I've always wanted to discuss this. Emotions are the puppeteers of this show. They're a grounding mechanism of any reality. If you feel something deeply, you're angry at circumstances you form an attachment to this reality, it keeps you here. Think about what happens to a person when they get disassociation. Similarly belief + emotional investment = reality. Its a code. I can confidently say anyone who has not shifted (... not targeting anyone, genuinely trying my best to help; ty ty back to the text) is because they're giving too much emotional importance to this reality. This can be in the form of stressing that you have not shifted, being worried that you're not in your dr, putting much focus on the "What ifs" of if you wake back in this reality.

But we can't just go BLANK. we're still humans who feel deeply (for now huehue) so what's the solution to this non-issue? Direct these feelings towards your destination, your intended reality! This would mean feeling like your dr self, if you're experiencing negative emotions you can last second convert them to any scenario related to your dr, emotional investment there pays well, here? It just wastes time.

Don't let feelings get the best of you and keep you here; you're their creator after all.

(Optional) Create a homey dr.

This comes from personal experiences. If I don't mention this I won't be completely open with each one of you. I shifted through intense love and reverence for my home. I knew that each and every second spent in this reality led up to me shifting to my home.

So for ease later on when you can't decide between drs, it'll be comforting to have a reality you can call home and choose over and over again.

Rewire.

This is where you come back to what you answered to the questions. Do you like your response? A human is living in a reality, and your answers are the universal law there. Will they have an easy time with shifting? If you think so, then choose to not do any "rewiring" and act upon the answers you wrote, shifting in accordance to them as they have become the pillars of your reality. If you think the person's reality's laws regarding shifting are complicated, then you can choose to rewire them. This can be a simple manifestation. As it has no basis in the 3D yet, you will manifest it within seconds. You can either write it down, listen to a subliminal, or simply think of the new beliefs in your head (eg "I shift in seconds") and let go. Stop.

(Severely optional) strive for spiritual awakenings

*shrugs* I thought I should mention based on personal experience.

During shifting.

Confuse your logical brain

You don't have to give it validation. Instead, just make it unable to predict the next move of it creator. Its built to look at everything with skepticism.. but it has nothing when you don't give it the chance. For example, the anti method by @hrrtshape is the best example. I like that you can do this, pre-method like a little warm up. (You can also manifest to not think logically)

Know your game

To act like you're in a battle field is not the way to shift. You don't have to give the actual practice of shifting much or any importance. You know how to shift, then why is there a need to have plan B's and checking your own environment? You are the commander in front, you're the one switching the reality, your reality is not the one switching.

Senses shift last

Explained by @stilljuststardust here.

Be blind and deaf to each and everything other than your intended reality

...and be so obsessed with your intended reality. Live out entire days, you're there, no, time is not passing by, the previous reality has disappeared by your hyperfixation on your intended reality. Ever done that exercise where you stare at a dot for so long, everything around it disappears? Well then, EXACTLY. Make it dissapear. Make it dissappear by not giving it any more of your energy. ....how I shifted. This is based upon being your dr self, that's snatches away the spotlight from this current reality.

Keep yourself comfortable

All of you are experienced enough to know, you don't need to lay in the starfish position. But remove the unnecessary thought that if you dare move your finger you might mess up the whole attempt (This is a subconsciousness belief) here's how to not worry about your 3D: again, senses shift last, Your current reality = intended reality.

It is about breaking free from human functions

Your software is set to being an earthly human. This is why acting like your current reality (the noises from the environment, physical annoyances) are from your intended reality, helps. This allows you to trick your human brain and move forward. The more you try to make sense of shifting, the more less it'll make sense. You don't have to know everything about shifting. The point is to be awfully natural about it. Just like how you wake up in this current reality without any requirement. You don't overthink it, then why overthink shifting.

Hope I cleared everything, I spent 5 hours on this post. If anything is not clear, please send in an ask, I am 100% avaliable to answer anything amiss.

Now let's see how much time I take to actually make this post aesthetically pleasing, so people don't have to bleach their eyes or ruin their blogs with this.

Dedicated to @lilyblairkinda who gave me this idea, once.

do u ever just get SO excited to shift that you clench your ass cheeks? yeah same.

um now im feral. I LOVE U FOR THIS

JJ in his red cut off shirt and reader being feral for him 🥵🥵

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There were two things about JJ that made your core tighten when you saw them, his cut-off tanks that showed his sun kissed skin and muscled arms, and his motorcycle. On other guys, neither of these things had an effect on you, but watching JJ straddling his motorcycle and speeding to your house had a special effect on you. Mayhaps it was the slight bad boy vibe the motorcycle gave off, or simply because he looked fucking hot when ridding it.

You were finishing getting ready for a boat day with your friends, brushing your hair one last time and packing the last things in your bag when you heard the familiar clicking roar of a motorcycle outside. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you grabbed your bag, rushing down the stairs to meet him.

You got outside on your porch and you held back a mewl, seeing JJ in a red cut-off tank.

‘’Your chauffeur is here, milady,’’ he said, still on his motorcycle, waiting for you to get on.

The sight made you want to grab him by the collar and smash your lips together.

So you did.

His hand gravitated to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss, engaging in a short make out session in your driveway. That was more than a regular greeting kiss, but JJ was not complaining. He’ll take everything you give him.

‘’What was that for?’’ he asked when you broke the kiss, a little stunned and out of breath.

You ran your hands down his shoulders and followed the muscles of his arms. ‘’I just missed you.’’

JJ arched an eyebrow. ‘’You just missed me, uh?’’ His tone was teasing, knowing there was something you were hiding from him.

You hummed, dropping your head against his chest to hide any signs that could betray your lie and pressed a kiss over his shirt. He smelled like cheap deodorant — probably stolen from a store — and tasted like the sun.

‘’Okay, this is nice, but if we don’t go soon, they’re gonna leave without us.’’ JJ’s hands circled around you, doing the exact opposite.

‘’What if…we ditched the boat day?’’ you suggested, looking up at him. ‘’I don’t feel like going anymore.’’ You stared him down with hungry eyes, fingers digging into the muscles of his arms.

In your fantasy, you would get on the bike and have him fuck you there, but in real life you had neighbors.

‘’No?’’

‘’No.’’

JJ’s eyes trained on you, stopping at the unbuttoned part of your shirt where your bikini top was peaking out. ‘’Got anything else in mind? Because I really was looking forward to having a boat day. Swimming and drinking beer all day with my girl and our friends, sounds like a perfect summer day. You’re gonna need to be very convincing if you want me to stay.’’

A smirk threatened to curl on your lips, knowing exactly the kind of arguments that would make the boy stay. You took a quick look toward your neighbors, making sure no one was outside or peeping in their window, and unbuttoned a few more buttons of your shirt. You reached for the middle tie of your bikini top, freeing your breasts, making JJ's cock twitch in his shorts as he watched you.

Although it sounded like it, you weren't topless in your driveway. Your dignity was still covered by your shirt, but the person facing you and a front seat view of 'the goods', as JJ called them the last time he was drunk.

‘’Fuck,’’ he moaned lowly, not expecting you to do that. ‘’You know I can’t resist those tits.’’

You giggle softly and JJ quickly dismounted his motorcycle and cut the engine, almost tripping. ‘’It’s your fault for wearing that stupid red cut off,’’ you fired back. 

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Underneath It All

Paring: JJ Maybank x KookFem!reader

Warnings:  18+ Smut. Oral (w receiving) PIV, Fluff, Romance, JJ’s got a dirty mouth. (Slight Angst, Slight Dub Con - if you squint) Not Proof-Read.

Summary:  JJ wants more than a casual hook up.

Word Count: 2000 words

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“You know, you weren’t my type,” JJ whispered.

“Wh-what?” you stammered. Scrunching your nose at the sudden change in topic, you wondered what drove him to switch from talking about Rafe to well- you.

“You just- weren’t.”

“Oh-” and then it clicked. He wanted you to respond with, ‘and what about now?’ opening the door to a conversation you had no intention of having.

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