ꨄ︎ dilf!rafe meeting creme!reader for the first time

rafe stood with topper and kelce, swinging golf balls that flew through the air and falling on the green of the field. these three aged finer than the wine they drank on occasion, maintaining that rich, older man look throughout their aging—especially rafe. he remained every bit of tall, broad and muscular he maintained in his younger years. there really wasn't much of a difference, except he'd become just a bit calmer, temper controlled after years of losing his mind before.

topper had lined the iron club up with the ball, always taking himself way too seriously at the tee like he always did. kelce shook his head, eyes rolling. "you do this shit every time top."

"and yet, i win every game." "that's not even true-"

yet, rafe's gaze focused elsewhere. the girl whose decadent skin glowed dewy in the carolina sun of the outer banks, and left the scent of her vanilla perfume at every hole she drove to. thighs plush in the mini skirt she wore, shifting every time she had to bend over to grab drinks, soft back exposed from the halter top she paired with the skirt. loose strands of hair framing her face, strawberry gloss slick on her lips.

his firm, southern drawl broke the childish argument between topper and kelce. "who the hell is that?"

topper looked over. "ohhh, i seen her yesterday while i met with some people for drinks. i think they replaced the other girl."

kelce whistled low. "and thank god for that. god damn..."

rafe didn't respond, his eyes burned through her like nothing else existed on that course.

her cart breezed over the grass as she made her way over, cheeks warm and thighs pressed together from rafe's gaze. eyes piercing enough to keep her shy as she nervously bit her lip.

stepping from the cart, she brushed the condensation from her thighs. "you gentleman want anything?"

kelce snorted. "mhm, bourbon and maybe your number." rafe gave him one of those stares, the kind that wasn't teasing in the slightest and burned holes through people.

turning back to her, he reached for her hand, his thumb rubbing over the top of her hand gently. "don't worry about him baby doll. you got anything sweet?"

the corners of her lips twitched in a small grin. "umm...i've got lemonade, sweet tea, a few wine coolers..." "strawberry lemonade?", "umm...mhm," "i'll take that then."

just as she digged for the pre-packaged bottles of chill, strawberry lemonade, every bit of tart and sweet to taste, rafe pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "keep the change pretty girl."

"oh, i-i can't take this, it's too much..."

"but you will. since i said so."

his gaze rested on her longingly, that possessive, almost territorial look he gave when he had something to chase after. a gaze that felt pushy, watching her tuck the bill into a safe spot.

topper coughed. "we gonna continue the game or are you eye fuckin' her the rest of the day?"

rafe didn't even bother looking back as he spoke to her. "i'm takin' you home after your shift. can't have these other men preying on a small, sweet thing like you..."

her voice spoke soft, almost quiet. "i can just get an uber.."

that earned a scoff from him. "baby doll that's even worse, not on my watch."

rafe took you to greece, you were so excited and you became even more ecstatic when you saw all the pretty stray cats that roam the streets. you didn’t know anything about this yet it was your heaven.

much to rafe’s dismay, you stopped to pet every single one of them.

every. single. one

“rafey, look at the one up there!” you point to a ginger cat that was perched on a window sill, looking very relaxed.

“what’d i tell you, sweet girl…?” he sighs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to subtly pull you away from the stray cat. “they could have anything… i don’t want you getting ill…”

he felt bad for denying you but he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you because he let you stroke a cat.

“but rafe… that poor kitty probably hasn’t been pet in sooo long…” you pout, wrapping a hand around his bicep and pulling him over to the cat.

you strain your neck to look up at it, giggling softly when you hear it meow. rafe huffs and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up effortlessly so you can reach the stray.

you let out a quiet ‘yay’ and he shakes his head with a fond smile. your hands carefully reach out to pet it, not wanting to startle it.

when the cat accepts your pet’s, rafe’s smile grows wider, admiring the huge grin on your face and the glisten in your eyes.

you pet the soft fur of the kitty for a while, listening to the soft purrs. you can’t help but giggle the whole time, enjoying every moment.

“okay… that’s enough, sweetheart.” rafe speaks up, “say bye…”his voice soft with guilt for pulling you away from the tender moment.

you mutter a soft goodbye as he places a kiss against your back and turns away and sets you gently down on the floor.

“i’m sorry, baby girl…” he kisses your cheek when he sees your soft pout. “come on, we can find some more to pet…” he tries to lighten your mood and urge you on.

you take his hand and follow him, glancing back at the cat one last time.

The sun’s starting to set as you two walk out of the grocery store, the air is warm and sticky. You’re having a tub of some random, cheap ice cream that Rafe definitely didn’t want to buy.

“Why do you even want that?” he muttered, tossing the pint into the cart when you begged. “This shit’s not even real dairy. I can take you somewhere nice.”

But he paid for it anyway. Because you smiled at him. Because you called him Rafey in that voice and he’s weak for you.

“Who needs all that fancy stuff when this works just fine?” you tease, digging your spoon into the cheap chocolate fudge.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Rafe grumbles, adjusting his sunglasses as he walks beside you, making a show of eyeing the parking lot.

You laugh, ignoring the way his eyes flicker to a man leaning against one of the nearby cars, the guy’s attention glued to you as you take another bite. It doesn’t hit you right away, but Rafe’s posture stiffens, the smile on his lips turning into something harder, more dangerous.

To you, it was just another car, just another guy lighting a cigarette. But Rafe noticed. Noticed how the guy was looking at you. Noticed how his eyes dipped, too long, too low, to your shoulder where your bra strap had slipped.

And when you licked your spoon again, “Hey,” the guy called out, slow and gross, eyes never leaving your skin. “That ice cream lookin’ real good on you, baby.”

Your heart drops, suddenly you’re too aware of your surroundings. You try shrug it off but your hands are suddenly shaking, your eyes meet Rafe’s, only to find him already locked onto the guy.

The tension in his jaw is sharp. His fingers twitch, then curl into fists, and before you can even ask what’s going on, the bags hit the pavement and Rafe is already there, grabbing the guy by the hair, yanking him forward with a force that makes the man stumble.

“You like looking at her?” Rafe shouted, driving his knee into the guy’s stomach. “You wanna talk to her like that? In front of me?”

The guy choked, trying to scramble, but Rafe wouldn’t let him move. He fisted his hand in the guy’s hair and yanked, hard, forcing his face inches from your shoulder.

“You see that strap?” he growled. “That what got your attention, huh? You want a closer fucking look?”

“Rafe–” you tried, but his body was wound like a livewire.

He shoved the guy’s face toward your shoulder, snarling. “Look at it. Go on, since you’re so fucking curious.”

The guy whimpered something, but it was cut off by Rafe’s uppercut, bone-cracking and loud. Blood splattered everywhere. Then another punch. Then another. And another.

The guy dropped to the ground, but Rafe didn’t stop.

He straddled him right there on the hot asphalt and beat the shit out of him, fists raining down fast and merciless. You heard people shouting in the distance, maybe someone yelling to call the cops. But you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“You don’t get to fucking look at her,” Rafe spat, blood dripping from his knuckles. “You don’t get to breathe around her.”

The guy coughed, barely conscious, twitching under him. And finally, Rafe stood panting, bloody, trembling with adrenaline. He looked at you like he just remembered you were standing there. His jaw clenched, and then he stalked toward you, his hand finding yours, leading you away from the scene to his truck, grocery bags forgotten.

“Anyone fuckin’ talks to you like that again,” he mutters, lips pressing against your knuckles. “And I’ll finish it.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him strap you in the passenger seat, kiss your jaw, and drive you home with a bloodied hand on your thigh. Because in his own, crazed way, he always made you feel safe.

bath time with jj you don’t get a moments peace with jj around

cw: nudity; boobie grabbing ;)

you had ran the bath for yourself, got in and had a few minutes of peace. the warm water soothing you of all your aches.

that was until jj came into the bathroom looking concerned, like a toddler who had just lost his mom in the grocery store.

“oh i wondered where you were…” he mumbles, checking himself out in the steamy mirror.

“i told you i was taking a bath…” you respond, rolling your eyes with an amused smile on your face.

“flash me” he puts his hands on his hips, looking at you with a cheeky smile. you roll your eyes yet again and sink further into the bath, the bubble crackling around you as you move.

“hey jayj…” you speak up after a beat of silence between you two. his smile gets wider and he sits down on the floor next to the bath.

“yes ma’am” he replies, his eyes darting up to look at you.

“ever heard of personal space?” you tilt your head.

“yes i have…” he nods, a mock smirk on his lips as he dips his hand into the water, grabbing your thigh. “and i happen to like yours very much…” he giggles.

“i’m aware…” you mumble, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. jj peaks over the side of the bath and looks over your body.

“can i get in with you?” he smiles, putting on his best puppy eyes. he even tilts his head for extra effect.

“absolutely not” you shake your head, opening your eyes to look at his bright blue ones.

“please”

“fine.”

with that, he strips off and climbs into the bath tub with you, slipping in behind you. he wraps his arms around you, a hand squeezing each boob.

“thank you for my bathing privileges…” he giggles, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

you turn your head and kiss his cheek. “yeah it’s about time you bathe…”

“okay wait, that hurt…” he mumbles and drops his head to your shoulder, acting hurt but still sporting that pretty smile. “i don’t stink…” he pouts.

- - 𖥻 ✦ | introducing ..

boxer!jj maybank !

constant bruises. training everyday. calloused hands. music? blasting. — I KNOW ? & tank tops & ripped jeans. & sweaty kisses !

boxer!jj who … doesnt exactly listen when his coach tells him to ‘fight smarter, not angrier.’— well, sometimes he listens while most days? He doesn’t.

boxer!jj who … never trash-talks before a fight, that’s reserved for the ring but he isn’t scared to go full street fight when an opponent pushes his buttons.

boxer!jj who … who has a tell, when he’s about to go in for the ‘kill’ he has a tiny half-smirk on his face because he knows his opponent is gonna drop, they don’t.

boxer!jj who … has bruised knuckles, obvious calloused hands, and a nose that’s been broken more than once. He always resets it himself like a damn maniac.

boxer!jj who … always had a pair of worn-out gloves handing from the review mirror of his truck / bike.

boxer!jj who … at first, never let you come to his matches— he’s scared you’ll see the side of him that never holds back but once you go, he finds comfort of your voice cutting throughout the chaos.

boxer!jj who … after fights, refuses proper medical attention. He prefers you to treat him and— you aren’t the best. He gives you a small smile, ‘doc said I need six stitches, you think I can do three?’

boxer!jj who … will teach you how to fight or throw a punch, but it’s mostly an excuse to touch you— an excuse to hold your hand and laugh when you made a mistake. ‘Nah babe, elbow in— you’re gonna break your wrist like that.’

You were a Kook with a sharp tongue, a silver spoon, and a habit of putting JJ Maybank in his place every time you crossed paths.

And yet, somehow, you kept crossing paths.

At parties. On the beach. In town. In the backseat of your friend’s car when someone else was driving, and you two were arguing about God knows what. He irritated you, got under your skin like a bad sunburn.

JJ Maybank was cocky. Too tan, too wild, too untamable for his own good. You hated how pretty his mouth looked when he smirked, how effortlessly he made chaos look attractive. You hated that your friends caught on. That they teased you whenever his name came up, that even they noticed how your voice changed when you talked about him.

And JJ? JJ loved to push you.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to end like this — definitely not with him slamming your bedroom door shut behind him and locking it, his chest rising and falling like he’d run here. It was supposed to be another party. Another blowout Kook bash, another chance to ignore him.

But that went to hell when he showed up with a girl on his arm.

And that was your breaking point.

Earlier that night

“Is that—?” Sarah’s eyes widened as she nudged you with her elbow. “Tell me that’s not JJ. With her.”

You didn’t look at first.

Didn’t want to.

But then you heard it — that familiar voice, low and teasing, the kind of voice he used when he wanted something.

You glanced. Just once. And there he was.

JJ Maybank, looking obnoxiously good in a gray cutoff tee, hair messy and sun-bleached, fingers low on some girl’s back like it was second nature. She giggled and leaned in, whispering something into his neck.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look, babe,” Sarah muttered under her breath, sipping from her drink.

“I’m not jealous.” You scoffed. Lied. Bit into your lip to stop the twitch in your jaw. “He can do whatever he wants.”

Sarah hummed in disbelief. “Sure. That’s why you’re crushing your cup.”

You looked down. Shit.

You turned on your heel, pushing through the crowd and heading inside. Upstairs. Anywhere but here.

Of course, the universe had other plans.

Now

“Why’d you run off, princess?”

You whipped around to see JJ closing your door behind him like he owned the damn place.

“You followed me?” you snapped. “What, not getting enough attention from your little Pogue Barbie out there?”

He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, eyes flickering over you like he was trying to read your mind. His shirt was slightly damp from sweat, and he looked annoyingly hot like that — wild, flushed, golden.

“You were watching.”

“Please. I wasn’t.”

JJ’s smile turned crooked. “Yeah? Then why’d you look like you were gonna tear her throat out with your teeth?”

You shoved past him, pacing toward your bed before turning back. “Don’t flatter yourself. You can screw whoever you want.”

He stepped forward. “Then why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad!”

“You are, babe.”

“Stop calling me that.”

JJ’s eyes darkened, voice dropping. “Why? Because it makes you think about how good it’d sound with you under me?”

Your breath hitched.

JJ saw it. His smirk widened.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

His head tilted. “Gladly.”

Silence. Heavy. Simmering.

Neither of you moved.

Then you did.

You were the one who lunged first, but JJ met you halfway. Your mouths collided — teeth, tongues, messy and unforgiving. His hands gripped your waist and slammed you back against the wall like he’d been dying to do this.

“You piss me off,” you breathed against his lips.

JJ chuckled, low and gravelly. “That’s mutual, princess.”

He kissed you again, harder this time. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling just to see him flinch. He growled, spun you around, and pushed you onto the bed.

“You’re such a brat,” he muttered, yanking your shirt up and over your head.

You smirked, chest rising. “Takes one to know one.”

JJ’s eyes raked over you, slow and deliberate. “You wear this shit to these parties knowing I’m gonna see you and lose my mind?”

You leaned up on your elbows. “Maybe I wanted to drive you crazy.”

He groaned, climbing over you and pressing you into the mattress. “Congrats, babe. Mission accomplished.”

Then his mouth was on your neck. Your collarbone. Lower. He took his time, lips trailing fire down your body. Your legs fell open before you could stop yourself.

“You still mad at me?” he asked, tone smug, fingertips sliding along the waistband of your skirt.

“I hate you.”

“Mm.” He dragged your panties down your thighs, slow and deliberate. “You say that a lot.”

His tongue replaced his fingers without warning and you gasped, head falling back against the pillows.

JJ was ruthless with it. Like he’d thought about this for a long time. Like he knew exactly what you needed and how to give it to you until you were moaning his name like a prayer.

He didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking, and even then, he kissed the inside of your knee like he hadn’t just ruined you.

When he climbed back up and kissed you, you tasted yourself on his lips. It only made you more dizzy.

“JJ—” you started, but he was already undoing his belt.

You reached down, palming him through his boxers, loving the way his breath hitched when you squeezed.

“You sure you can handle me?” you teased, voice light, drunk on him.

He chuckled darkly, lips brushing your ear. “I’ve been handling you, sweetheart. You’re the one who’s gonna forget her name when I’m done.”

And God — he wasn’t wrong.

The stretch of him made your back arch, nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed your neck as he pushed deeper, groaning into your skin like he was trying to keep himself together.

But JJ Maybank was never together. That was the point.

He moved with purpose — deep, fast, desperate. Like he had something to prove. Like he wanted to burn the memory of this into your bones.

“Look at me,” he whispered, dragging your face toward his. “I wanna see those bratty little eyes while I fuck the attitude outta you.”

You whimpered. Wrapped your legs tighter around his waist.

“Fuck, babe,” he breathed, losing rhythm for a second. “You’re so goddamn pretty when you’re underneath me.”

Your whole body tingled. You hated how much you liked that.

His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucked you even deeper.

And it didn’t take long after that.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave. You clenched around him, moaning his name, and that was all it took for him to lose it.

He came with a grunt, hips stuttering, forehead dropping against yours. His breath was hot and ragged, chest heaving as he collapsed beside you.

Silence again. But this time… charged in a different way.

“Still hate me?” he asked, voice rough.

You looked over at him.

His hair was a mess. Lips swollen. That cocky glint in his eye was still there — but softer, too. Like maybe he didn’t want to fight anymore.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “But not right now.”

JJ chuckled. “Good. ‘Cause I think I might be in love with you or something.”

You blinked.

“What?”

He smirked, already pulling you closer by the waist. “Shut up and let me sleep here tonight.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky I’m too fucked out to kick you out.”

He kissed your shoulder. “No, babe. I’m lucky you’re mine.”

You didn’t argue this time.

“Can you just—fuck, I said right there,” Rafe snaps, pointing aggressively at the engine while you fumble with the flashlight.

You shift your grip, trying to get it where he wants, but your hands are shaking a little now. It’s hot, and his tone is making your chest feel tight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Dude, just—why is this so hard for you?” he says, frustrated, wiping sweat off his forehead. “You’re literally just holding a light.”

You go quiet. You don’t say anything, just stand there blinking fast because if you speak now, you’ll cry. And you really, really don’t want to cry in front of him over something this dumb.

But a second later, your eyes are already watering. And he sees it.

“Wait,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Are you—are you crying?”

You quickly look away, shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

“Babe,” he says, quieter now. “Shit. I didn’t mean to—hey. Hey, come here.”

You still don’t look at him, just hand him the flashlight and step back.

“Don’t do that,” he says, sighing. His voice is softer now, not angry anymore. “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I’m just pissed at the truck, not you.”

You shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” he mutters, walking over to you. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “I’m a dick. I know. I’m sorry.”

You stay quiet, but your hand grips his shirt, and that’s enough for him.

“I’ll be nicer next time,” he says, resting his chin on top of your head. “Promise. Just don’t cry, okay? Makes me feel like the biggest asshole alive.”

You mumble against his shirt, “You kinda are.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. But I’m your asshole.”

waking jj up . . .

cw:bf!jj x gf!reader, new relationship, fluff, slightly shy!jj.

The sunlight sneaks through the curtains in soft golden stripes, warming the sheets and the tip of JJ’s nose. His arm is draped across your waist, heavy and warm, and his face is buried in your pillow, hair a complete disaster. He’s snoring just a little, all soft and stuffy-sounding.

This is your first morning with him. As his girlfriend. Not just crashing after a party or staying up talking until someone passed out. This is real. This is JJ Maybank in your bed, tangled up with you.

You lean in and kiss his shoulder—light as a whisper. He doesn’t stir, so you do it again, then again, trailing kisses up toward his neck, giggling quietly against his skin.

He groans into the pillow, voice scratchy and still thick with sleep. “If this is a dream, I’m gonna be so pissed when I wake up.”

You laugh. “It’s not a dream.”

He lifts his head just a little, cracking one sleepy eye open to look at you. His voice is low and adorably grumbly. “You’re bein’ all nice. First thing in the morning. That’s messed up.”

You tilt your head, grinning. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I do, that’s the problem.” He flops back onto his side, blinking at you like he still doesn’t totally believe this is happening. “You’re kissin’ me all soft, smiling at me like you want me here. It’s dangerous.”

You giggle again, tucking your hand under your chin as you lay beside him. “JJ.”

“What?”

“I do want you here.”

He grins sleepily at that, but there’s a little blush creeping in now, across his nose and the tips of his ears. You kiss the corner of his mouth and feel him freeze just slightly, like your affection surprises him. “No one’s ever done that,” he says after a pause.

You scrunch your nose at that, “Kissed you?”

“No—well—yeah, but…” He hides his face in the pillow for a second before turning his head just enough to peek at you. “No one’s ever woken me up like that. All soft. Like they… care.”

You go quiet for a beat. Then, softly add, “Well. I do.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a half-whine, half-groan. “Stop it. You’re gonna break me in half with the sweetness.”

You press a kiss to his forehead. “Good.”

JJ opens his eyes again, fully this time, and stares at you with that look—wide-eyed and boyish and a little overwhelmed. “You’re gonna ruin me for anyone else, you know that?”

You giggle. “Who said I was planning on sharing?”

That makes his cheeks go even pinker. He pulls the comforter up over his face like he’s hiding from the moment. You tug it down with a smile. “Hey. You okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. I just… I didn’t think mornings could feel like this.” He gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Warm. Soft. Like someone actually cares”

You nuzzle into his chest, your voice muffled. “I care.”

He wraps his arms around you immediately, burying his face in your hair. “Okay, well now you’re going to get me all whipped for you.”

You laugh so hard you snort, and he grins against your neck. “Noted,” you say. “I’ll make sure to do it more.”

JJ just holds you tighter, quiet for a second. Then he whispers, “Best damn morning of my life.”

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cw: smutty at the start but finishes fluffy (not meant to be sexy, it’s an awkward situation therefore this fic is kinda awks)

jj slips his hand down into your shorts, his fingers nudging your panties to the side and dipping inbetween your folds. his finger slides down your slit, going to collect your arousal from your vagina.

only to be met with slight dryness. it wasn’t dry but jj knew the difference between general wetness and aroused wetness.

he looks up at you as you’re still focused on your phone, he figures he may have rushed into it a little bit. so he dips his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses down your soft skin.

you let out a soft hum, making him smirk. the hum was from pleasure, yet you just didn’t feel turned on. he leaves a faint hickey on the side of your neck, flicking his tongue over it one last time before finding a spot near your collarbone.

he places firmer kisses against your collarbone and his fingers begin to move again. you naturally lift your hand up to play with his hair, his lips twitch up into a smile and he pulls his face back to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, mama…” jj murmurs, his fingers attempting to dip into your hole. yet, he can just tell that you don’t want it, he looks up at you— his eyes finding yours and sighs.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks softly, his eyes glistening with worry.

“nothings wrong… i’m sorry- i’m just not- i don’t know im just not feeling it” you sigh, frustrated that you’re not aroused. he shakes his head and sits up, leaning back against the headboard.

“don’t be silly, sweet girl…” he pulls you into him, his touch soft as he runs his fingers over your back. “don’t be sorry either, you’re okay…” he adds, his voice soft and soothing.

“i don’t know why i’m not turned on… it’s not you” you mumble, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“sometimes you just don’t feel it and that’s okay” he gives you a small squeeze, kissing your head.

“but next time i want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me you’re not feeling it… i don’t want you going along with it for my sake…” he tells you firmly, you nod and he looks down at you, kissing your forehead.

“you think you can tell me next time?” he asks softly, you nod and mumble a quiet ‘yes’ in response. he smiles and pushes some hair out of your face. “atta girl…”

“don’t ever hide how you’re feeling from me, okay?”

this is so cute! i love your brain omg

you can always tell when rafe pulls up to your house without him telling you. your siblings scream excitedly and immediately run out to his car as soon as he turns the engine off.

he picks your little sister up and kisses her cheek as your two brothers hug him tightly.

“we missed you…” your little sister mumbles as she hugs him as best as she can with her little arms. he chuckles and rubs her back.

“i missed you guys too, what have you been up to?” he asks them softly, the tone he only uses with you and your family.

you watch them from the porch as all three of your siblings immediately start telling him what they’ve been doing since he last saw them.

as he makes his way towards the house, they follow him like little ducklings following their mom. when he reaches you he wraps an arm around you and presses a gentle kiss against your soft lips, pulling back and giving your waist a squeeze.

“hey, sweetheart” he smiles, his attention taken away before you can even utter a greeting back. you don’t mind though, it’s all worth it when you see the smile on his face as they talk to him.

you chuckle and head back into the house, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack as rafe sits down on the sofa with your siblings. your oldest brother showing him the new video game he got and your sisters little hands grabbing at his face.

he smiles and shows interest in everything they have to say, his heart is warm as they all chatter away. it somehow swells even more when you join them, sitting down next to him and curling into his side.

your youngest brother climbs into your lap and starts talking to rafe, he talks right over his brother but neither of them seem to care.

it’s very chaotic but he wouldn’t change it for the world, he loves them to death. it only makes him more excited for his future family.

“rafey…?” a small voice breaks through the chatter, it’s your sister. rafe turns his head to look at her as she’s still tucked up in his arms.

“yes, sweetheart?” he brushed his thumb over her chubby cheek as she begins to speak.

“are you going to marry my sister?” she asks, her voice small yet confident. rafe immediately blushes and chuckles, patting her head softly.

“hopefully… if she’ll say yes” he whispers, his tone mockingly concerned. your sister turns her head to you, a cute “stern” expression on her face.

“you better say yes. then rafe will be with us forever and ever” she grins excitedly, her tiny fingers wrapping around rafe’s thumb.

“yeah… he’s not going anywhere, don’t worry” you chuckle, her face relaxes as you reassure her.

“yay!” your brother exclaims as he basically throws himself at rafe, wrapping his arms around him. rafe gladly accepts the embrace with a smile on his face.

he can’t wait to start a family of his own. he already loves your siblings so much, he can’t even begin to imagine how much he’ll love his own children.

fawn!reader x jarhead!jj maybank

summary: it's the end of jj's basic training, and the only person he invited to his graduation was his dad. will he be there to tap him out?

cw .ᐟ fluff, abandonment issues

jj was scared to finish basic training, not for what it meant after, but for his graduation. every event in his life, he was alone. a little boy searching the crowd for his father, who never came.

he knew it would be the same at the end of training. he'd be stood with his fellow marines, watching them all reunite with their families while he stood alone— waiting for something that would never come.

the marines stood in lines, all hands behind their backs, stood up straight. faces unwilling to break, waiting to be tapped out. jj's jaw was clenched, teeth tight against each other.

his eyes stayed forward, glued to the horizon as his comrades began to break. girlfriends in arms, moms around their bodies, babies placed upon their chest for the first time.

jj stood waiting, still somehow thinking that his dad would show. he never did know when to call it quits. never could accept that his dad wasn’t the man he wanted him to be.

the lines of marines starting to disperse, barely fifty men left stood alone. jj the only man left stood on his row, besides his sergeant, his platoon already off and celebrating with their family.

he can feel the tears threatening his eyes, the whites growing red as he desperately tries to hold them in. stood alone is one thing, stood alone crying is another.

his eyes shut, forcing himself calm. his hands still clasped behind his back, stood up straight. trying to remain the picture perfect marine.

jj knows he must be one of the only boys left. knows his sergeant is going to have to be the person to tap him out of the parade. he’s already praying he’s not placed with any of the same men on his first campaign. couldn’t face the shame of them knowing he had no one who cared enough to come.

he feels the slow hand on his shoulder, can’t bear to open his eyes. but the hand moves, wraps around his neck as the other joins. now he knows there’s so way in hell no matter how depressing the situation is, his sergeant wouldn’t dare hug him.

jj’s eyes open, looking to you. his sweet girl who’s never left the town she was born in, now half way across the country. his breath chokes out as he breathes, arms instantly wrapping around your frame.

“oh my god,” jj chokes out, tears free falling from his eyes. face buried in the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of you he’d missed so much. “what are you— how are you— baby, you’re here.”

his calloused hands grasp your cheeks, holding your face to look up at his. his eyes red raw, near enough bloodshot. “couldn’t leave you standing alone.” you whisper, hands mirroring his position, his skin soft against your fingers.

“i’m sorry it took me so long,” your soft voice barely finishes the sentence before jj’s shaking his head, pulling your body back into his arms. “i don’t care, you’re here, i— god, pretty girl i can’t believe it.” jj mutters against your skin, half chuckling in disbelief.

his hand slips into yours, intertwining his fingers with your own as he leads you away from the courtyard. walking toward the crowd of his fellow marines and their families. “how did you even get here?” jj asks softly, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“you convince your daddy to drive you?” he asks, another kiss pressed to the top of your head. his hand never leaving yours. his brows furrow as you shake your head no, a mischievous smile on your face, trying to stay hidden behind your bitten lip. “no?” he chuckles out, eyes glued to your own.

thinks it must have been your mother then, maybe you saved up enough for the flight. someone from town must have driven you to the airport. “hitchhiked.” you whisper, doe eyed.

“you what?!” jj mutters, a little louder than intended. causing the eyes of some fellow marines on the two of you. “you did what, baby?” he repeats, trying to soften his voice on the second time.

“hitchhiked,” you murmur again. “i know it’s dangerous, but jayj, i wanted to be the one to tap you out.”

he can barely stay mad at you at the best of times, let alone looking at the little pout on your face and the fact you’d travelled miles just to be here, for him. “just don’t do that again, ‘kay?” he warns, softly.

a swift nod of your head, and jj’s already placing another kiss to your forehead. his arms tightly wrapping around you once more, like he can’t bear to go any longer without touching you. “c’mon, wanna introduce you to my boys.”

© 222col

The sun’s starting to set as you two walk out of the grocery store, the air is warm and sticky. You’re having a tub of some random, cheap ice cream that Rafe definitely didn’t want to buy.

“Why do you even want that?” he muttered, tossing the pint into the cart when you begged. “This shit’s not even real dairy. I can take you somewhere nice.”

But he paid for it anyway. Because you smiled at him. Because you called him Rafey in that voice and he’s weak for you.

“Who needs all that fancy stuff when this works just fine?” you tease, digging your spoon into the cheap chocolate fudge.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Rafe grumbles, adjusting his sunglasses as he walks beside you, making a show of eyeing the parking lot.

You laugh, ignoring the way his eyes flicker to a man leaning against one of the nearby cars, the guy’s attention glued to you as you take another bite. It doesn’t hit you right away, but Rafe’s posture stiffens, the smile on his lips turning into something harder, more dangerous.

To you, it was just another car, just another guy lighting a cigarette. But Rafe noticed. Noticed how the guy was looking at you. Noticed how his eyes dipped, too long, too low, to your shoulder where your bra strap had slipped.

And when you licked your spoon again, “Hey,” the guy called out, slow and gross, eyes never leaving your skin. “That ice cream lookin’ real good on you, baby.”

Your heart drops, suddenly you’re too aware of your surroundings. You try shrug it off but your hands are suddenly shaking, your eyes meet Rafe’s, only to find him already locked onto the guy.

The tension in his jaw is sharp. His fingers twitch, then curl into fists, and before you can even ask what’s going on, the bags hit the pavement and Rafe is already there, grabbing the guy by the hair, yanking him forward with a force that makes the man stumble.

“You like looking at her?” Rafe shouted, driving his knee into the guy’s stomach. “You wanna talk to her like that? In front of me?”

The guy choked, trying to scramble, but Rafe wouldn’t let him move. He fisted his hand in the guy’s hair and yanked, hard, forcing his face inches from your shoulder.

“You see that strap?” he growled. “That what got your attention, huh? You want a closer fucking look?”

“Rafe–” you tried, but his body was wound like a livewire.

He shoved the guy’s face toward your shoulder, snarling. “Look at it. Go on, since you’re so fucking curious.”

The guy whimpered something, but it was cut off by Rafe’s uppercut, bone-cracking and loud. Blood splattered everywhere. Then another punch. Then another. And another.

The guy dropped to the ground, but Rafe didn’t stop.

He straddled him right there on the hot asphalt and beat the shit out of him, fists raining down fast and merciless. You heard people shouting in the distance, maybe someone yelling to call the cops. But you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“You don’t get to fucking look at her,” Rafe spat, blood dripping from his knuckles. “You don’t get to breathe around her.”

The guy coughed, barely conscious, twitching under him. And finally, Rafe stood panting, bloody, trembling with adrenaline. He looked at you like he just remembered you were standing there. His jaw clenched, and then he stalked toward you, his hand finding yours, leading you away from the scene to his truck, grocery bags forgotten.

“Anyone fuckin’ talks to you like that again,” he mutters, lips pressing against your knuckles. “And I’ll finish it.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him strap you in the passenger seat, kiss your jaw, and drive you home with a bloodied hand on your thigh. Because in his own, crazed way, he always made you feel safe.

when jj uses a paintbrush on you . . .

cw: jj x artsy!reader, SMUT, inspired by p!link (18+), very inappropriate use of a paintbrush lol

You’re working. Paint smudged on your legs, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, sitting cross-legged on the floor with your back to him and a brush between your teeth. Concentrating. Creating.

JJ’s been watching you from the bed for the last ten minutes, towel low on his hips, hair still damp from the shower. He could be patient. Let you finish. But you’re sitting all pretty in just that old tee of his and panties, legs bare and thighs peeking out, and the jar of brushes by your side looks like too much of an opportunity to waste.

So he comes up behind you, leans down, mouth brushing your ear. “You always look fuckin’ hot all concentrated,” he murmurs, plucking the smallest detail brush from the jar.

You barely glance at him. “JJ, I’m busy.”

“You were busy.” He pushes your shirt up, fingers sliding up your inner thigh. “Now you’re not.”

Before you can argue, you’re flat on your back on the floor, breath caught in your throat as JJ settles between your legs. His towel is gone now, thrown off somewhere careless. He’s got that slow, smug smirk on his lips like he already knows he’s won. “Let’s try something,” he says, twirling the brush. “You gonna let me paint, right?”

You nod. He hooks his free hand under the waistband of your panties and drags them down, slow, teasing, uses two fingers to part your folds, baring you completely to him. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Look at that. You’re pretty like this, baby.”

You squirm, heat flooding your face, and he just grins. Spreads you a little wider with his fingers. He brings the soft tip of the paintbrush to your clit. Barely a touch but you jolt, “Oh—JJ!”

“Oh, baby,” JJ says, eyebrows raised like he’s delighted. “That sensitive?” He circles it. Teasing, light, maddening strokes, like he’s testing you, like you’re something to be examined and admired.

He keeps you open with his fingers, thumb pressing down just enough to expose your whole soaked, swollen center while the bristles flick lightly over your clit. It’s unbearable. “Jay—”

“Shh,” he coos, brushing lower. “Gotta be patient. Let me paint you good, babe.” He slides the brush further down, drags it slowly between your folds, watching your hips twitch. Watches your stomach tighten and your hands curl into the drop cloth beneath you.

“You gonna come like this?” he taunts. “From a fuckin’ paintbrush?” The bristles catch on your clit again, quicker now, just a little firmer, and you whimper, hips grinding helplessly into nothing.

“Jesus, you’re dripping,” he groans. “You want me to dip the handle in and see how far it goes?”

You moan in response, thighs tensing a little. He leans in. Breath hot against your thigh. Still circling, still teasing. “Yeah, I bet you do. You want me to fuck you with this tiny little thing, huh?”

And then, he stops, presses the brush flat against your clit, not moving it, just holding it there while you writhe. You gasp. “JJ—!”

“Oh baby,” he laughs. “Look so fuckin’ gorgeous beggin’ to get fucked with a paintbrush like this.” He rubs a thumb over your slick entrance, just to feel it, while the brush starts working your clit again, slow and steady now, and when you start to fall apart, when your thighs begin to shake and your back arches off the floor, he growls “C’mon, baby. Let go f’me, yeah?”

And you do. You fall apart with the brush still in his hand, with his fingers between your folds, and your own paint drying on your thighs. JJ sits back and grins like a man proud of his work, spinning the sticky brush between his fingers. “Hope that wasn’t your favorite one.”

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You and JJ had taken the boat out onto the marsh for a little bit just to escape the noisiness of the group and spend some time together. He was standing behind the wheel of the boat, even though it was anchored, and tapping his hands on it along with the music that was lowly playing on the radio. You smiled over at him as you sat on the edge of the boat, working on picking the sticker off a beer bottle. After a few moments of comfortable silence between the two of you, you set the bottle down in a cup holder before walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his middle, your face pressed into his back. He smiled softly, his hands coming to rest on top of your forearms, tracing light lines over your skin. “Hey.” “Hi.” You mumble with a small smile, face buried in the fabric of his shirt. Your hands slowly start to trail a bit further down, your fingertips finding the skin of his abdomen just above the waistband of his board shorts.