#brainrotblurbs

You were walking to the chateau and it had just gotten dark. Usually, you'd be walking to John B’s with Kiara or driving in his van with the whole group. But today, Kiara was grounded and the boys were already at the chateau, probably high or close to it.

This made you feel a little less than comfortable. Walking on the cut alone, especially as a girl, wasn't particularly safe. You kept your arms tightly crossed, your backpack secure on your bag. You walked swiftly, not quite on the grass but not out in the road either; anyone could drive down the paved streets at this hour.

Soon enough, the anxious feeling in your stomach still wasn't relieved You resorted to calling your crush best friend, JJ. It rang only twice before he answered.

“Hey, princess. You gonna be here soon? JB is going to drink all the beer if you don't hurry,” he said, laughing softly, but you could tell his smile was huge.

“Hey, J. I'm a little over a mile away,” you said, quietly, and you hoped he couldn't sense the nerve in your voice.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I think so,” you stammered.

“You sound upset or something.”

Your eyes screwed shut, cursing yourself. You thought you probably sounded like a baby. But it's just J, right?

“I just, I don't really feel safe right now. I'm sure its fine.”

“Do you want us to come get you?” JJ asked, and you could hear him shuffling already. You opened your mouth to answer, but you heard John B on the other end,

“Sorry, the van’s out of gas. We used the last on the boat yesterday.”

“Well, we can go get some from Heyward’s real quick, right?” JJ asked him, clear haste in his voice.

“By the time we walk there and back, she could've already got here.”

“It's fine, JJ,” you said. It hurt a bit, but you understood, “Can you just stay on the phone with me?”

“I'm already on my way to you,” he said, and you could hear the screen door shutting behind him, “I can meet you halfway.”

“You don't have to do that, J,” you said, smiling from ear to ear, “But thank you.”

“Pope and JB are driving me crazy anyway,” he said, and you both laughed.

While you both walked, you had some small conversations. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, but it was nice, and it felt safe.

You asked each other about your days and how his shift at the hotel was, to which he replied, “Fine. Kooks still annoy the shit out of ms, though.” You both laughed at that, and before he got the chance to ask you the same questions, he came into your view. You hung up the phone, and ran into his arms like a little kid.

The side of your head found his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“Thank you, J.”

He smiled and brought his arm around your shoulders. You walked home, continuing your conversation from the phone smoothlessly.

“JJ! Did you finally make a move?” John b asked, sitting on the porch with Pope. You looked at him, smiling, and he rolled his eyes.

“What is he talking about?” you asked, bringing your arm around his back.

It’s been a few days since the other night in the hot tub. You and JJ haven’t talked about it or done anything else, but it’s clear it’s been on JJ’s mind. 

You can tell by the way he looks at you; the way his hands are always subtly touching you. You hate to admit that his touch leaves a warm sensation on your skin, regardless of where it is. He presses his hand on the small of your back or your hips when he needs to get past you, and he makes an effort to touch your hands when he gives you something. Every time he looks at you, his eyes glaze over, and his jaw slacks. Sarah shot you knowing glances and laughed, but no one could see JJ the way you could right now. 

Tonight though, he needs you, and he’s not hiding it well. In the hammocks at the chateau, he lay right next to you and trailed his hands right where he wanted them; right where you wanted him to be. But he stopped just before reaching that spot and giggled at the way you squirmed under him.

Back on the couch, he had almost insisted you sat on his lap, but a wide-eyed glance from John B made him settle for next to you. As long as you were close. 

He was getting antsy. Wrapping his arm around your waist and dragging his hands up your thighs agonizingly slow. Making an effort to whisper in your ear instead of speaking to you normally.

“What do you want?” you whispered to him.

“You,” he said, not missing a beat or taking his eyes off John B and Pope.

“You were put on this earth to give me a headache,” you said, leaning away and rolling your eyes.

“Please, Y/N.” He finally made eye contact with you, and you felt like putty in a second, “Kiss me.”

“Not here.”

“I know you want to. You have to feel something, after the other day. Its all i can think about.”

He was right. You've spent the last few days thinking about all the ways he could use you. Anything he had done had you dreaming of more: thinking about what else his tongue could do, besides rolling a blunt. How his fingers could feel just right when they were between your thighs instead of his hair.

“We’re in the living room. With our friends.”

He thought for a second, “There’s always the hot tub. I’m sure we can sneak away for a minute.”

“I’m not having sex with you in the hot tub again.”

He scoffed at you, but he turned away and joined the conversation again. His arm snaked around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Eventually, Sarah and Kiara left, and Pope was on the pullout couch; which was where JJ was supposed to be. Instead you were against your bedroom door with JJ’s lips on yours.

“I was starting to think this wasn't going to happen again,” he said, catching his breath with his forehead against yours.

You didn’t have another moment to think before he was bringing you to your bed and making a hurry to remove his clothes.

Once both of you were naked, JJ was sure to take his time with you. Soaking you in, driving your scent into his memory. He dragged his fingers down your body slowly but determinedly, kissing along the same trail.

“J...” you whispered, eyes shut and breath shallow.

“Shh, princess. I'm getting there,” he said, standing up and bringing your hips to his. His hands stayed on your waist, tightly but not painfully. You could feel him against you, somehow already painfully hard.

His fingers found your clit and your breath hitched. He kept steady circles around it as he easily put a condom on. Without hesitation, he continued his circles as he bottomed out in you, letting out shallow grunts with every inch.

Soon enough, JJ found a rhythm that worked wonders for you both.

“You have to be quiet, we can't have them hearing us,” he said, bringing his hand over your mouth but continuing his thrusts in and out of you.

Maybe it was the rush of being caught, or maybe it was having waited for a relationship with JJ for so long; but being with him, around him, felt perfect. He was nothing like any other guys you had been with, it felt like he was made for you. But maybe he just knew what he was doing.

It was only a matter of time before a wave was rushing over you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, letting him reach from a better angle. His free hand came up to your chest, massaging your breasts. He could tell you were close.

“Come on, princess,” he said, eyes rolling back and voice hollow, “Are you going to cum? Cum for me, please baby.” He was almost begging, waiting to feel it again. Almost like it was a command, your body listened, and a euphoric feeling came over your entire body. His hands both came back to your waist, so he could help your hips meet his in the middle during his final thrusts.

Within another few minutes, JJ was fallen over next to you, cooling down from his high. You were both panting, cuddling up with each other.

“I knew you'd come back for more,” he said, chuckling and brushing hair out of your face.

“Shut up, Maybank, and go back to the couch,” you respond, only half joking.

Just as he is getting up to go (some twenty minutes later), Pope is walking out of the bathroom.

“Ignorance is bliss,” he whispers, and JJ exchanges a glance with you before both boys go to sleep on the couch.

JJ and I haven't been dating for very long. It's been a few months at best, but it's been some amazing ones. JJ is like having a best friend and an amazing boyfriend all in one.

In all fairness, he was my best friend long before I even saw him as anything more than a friend. Even so, we've been taking things slow. Almost as though we are getting to know each other all over again. He never fails to make me blush.

One of the biggest hurricanes Figure Eight has seen in a long time just passed. My parents were away so I stayed with JJ and John B at the chateau while the storm went by. It rained while the three of us smoked and laughed it all away. We lost power around midnight, but we were too high to care.

After two days of recovery and now unbearable heat without any power, I had to go home before my parents saw i’d been staying with my boyfriend for the last few days.

“Hey, princess,” JJ said, helping me find the last of my clothes and put them away, “be careful, okay?”

I chuckled and side-eyed him, “I always am.”

“I just don't want you to get hurt.”

I nodded and smiled at him, holding his hand onto the porch. “I have you, how could I ever get hurt?” I said.

“Text me when you get home,” he added as I began to walk away. I turned back around swiftly and walked back to the porch.

Y/N 12:11 p.m

i’m home :)

He didn’t check his phone, though feeling it vibrate in his back pocket; but instead reached for my hips and pulled me into him. My arms wrapped around his neck and his went up my back while his forehead came to mine.

“I love you,” he whispered, almost to himself. I was quiet for a second, deciding what to say; how to respond.

“I love you,” I decided, bringing a kiss to his cheek, “My parents can wait a little longer. I don’t want to leave yet.”

sub!rafe has always and will always be special to me. it’s such a rare thing to see on here but i could totally imagine him being very subby.

“please, sweetheart, i cant take it.” replied with “yes, rafe you can. just one more”

the whimpering. his eyes screwing shut and head throwing back.

WHAT IF HE WAS RESTRAINED TOO??? him doing whatever he can to bring his hands all over you

he’s just so drunk on it. rafe cant think straight because it’s too much but not enough all at once.

he’s also loving it, the feeling of you being in control. it’s new but it’s good.

and you love every second of it. especially if he is the dominant one 99% of the time.

It's been a few weeks since you found yourself walking in the dark with JJ. He had been sweet enough to walk almost a mile to meet you on the way to the chateau. It was a sweet gesture that still made you smile, even weeks later.

Since that night, JJ made an effort to help you get a ride home or make sure you always felt safe. You had explained to him that he didn't need to, but he brushed you aside, (“I have to make sure my girl is safe”) and did whatever he could to keep his word. He, unfortunately, hadn't walked home with you again, but he had picked you up from across the island, arranged rides from Kie and John B, and been on the phone with you your whole walks home.

Tonight, though, you were promised a ride by your parents. You just needed to get from your job at the country club to your house, but they'd both got caught up with work. It wasn't far to walk, just across the cut and then a few blocks. But it was late. If there's anywhere you don't want to be late at night, it's walking across that bridge.

You hesitated but convinced yourself to call J. You were sure he wouldn't be bothered to call you while you walk home, but part of you still felt bad for bothering him at this hour.

He answered with two rings.

“Hey, cupcake. Everything alright on figure eight?”

“Uh- yeah. Are you busy right now?”

“I'm about to get on my bike and head home. What's up, princess?” You could hear a little smile on his face, that made you smile too.

“Can you stay on the phone with me while I walk home? It's okay if you can't,” you stammered lightly, free hand furrowing into your pants pocket.

“Where are you? I thought your parents were picking you up,” he rushed.

“I thought so too. They got caught up with work again.”

“So you're still at the club?”

“Yeah, I just walked out of the parking lot-”

“I'll be right there,” he said, firmly. Before you could stop him, he had already hung up. You sat down and watched the clock for him.

It was a twenty minute ride.

He made it there in ten.

“JJ, you didn't have to,” you said once he was in earshot.

He smiled and opened his mouth to say something. He shut it, thought for a second, and then continued.

“I didn’t want to go home anyway,” he said, scoffing and ruffling his hair. He reached his hand out to you and lifted you onto the dirt bike. You smiled, wondering what he was going to say instead.

“How was work?” he asked, almost yelling as he started driving again.

“It was good,” you replied, hugging his back tightly. Your head rested comfortably at the top of his back and your arms came up to his muscular chest.

He nodded, but didn’t say much else until you came up to your house.

“You know you can always call me, right? I’ll be there,” he said, smiling and wrapping his arm around your shoulder familiarly.

“I know. Thank you, J. Come inside, let’s watch a movie,” You were quick to open the door for him, but his arm reached over your head so you could walk in before him.

You changed into pajamas (a hoodie of J’s and some shorts) and joined JJ on the couch for a movie. You sat cuddling him, feeling your cheeks warm up and butterflies in your stomach the whole time.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, bringing his hand to the top of your head.

You laughed nervously and moved so you were looking at him, “What?”

“I said, you’re so pretty,” he repeated as his lips found yours. Electricity seemed to coarse through you and you wondered if he felt it too. Your heart was pounding through your chest and your face was warmer than ever. You smiled against his mouth, and he did the same.

“Finally,” you giggled when he let go for air. He lightly shoved you, and then quickly brought you back to cuddling.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You fell asleep in his arms, a smile on both of your faces. When you woke up, your parents were (finally) home, and J was laying extremely still under you so you wouldn’t wake up.

When you came out of the shower an hour later, you heard your mom and him talking about how he had waited long enough.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

After nine grueling months, an eight-hour birth, and several anxious pep talks, you and JJ welcomed beautiful baby Emma Maybank into the world.

She was perfect. Everything you and your friends & family had endured in the last few months was worth it. She had ocean blue eyes like her father and a smile like her uncle John B.

JJ was seemingly more nervous than you about it all. Once you two had (finally) moved into your apartment, he made sure the nursery was perfect with every detail. He always took amazing care of you when he could, making sure Sarah or Kiara took care of you when he was working. Most of those “anxious pep talks” were from you to him, as he was almost over working himself with the baby.

You knew JJ would be a great dad. He took care of you so well, and you could tell he would do whatever he could to be the parent baby Emma needs. That was just the way he was. That's the man you fell in love with.

Your assumptions proved true the second he held your baby girl in his hands. A look of relief washed over him as he wrapped his arm under her so that her head would be in the crook of his elbow. He smiled at her while you started to doze off.

When you woke up, JJ was still holding the baby, but now he was asleep on the couch near you. He was perfect. Your baby was perfect. Life was good right here.

Soon after, the pogues visited you three, each getting their turn with Emma. JJ stayed closest to you, pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks and forehead now and again. He whispered little things to you too:

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“Shes beautiful, just like her mom.”

Everyone went home late that evening. There was an unspoken agreement between you, JJ, and the pogues; Emma would have an amazing family. And each of you were going to try as hard as possible to give her a good life, better than what you had. The baby had the best support system she could get.

You and JJ practically worshipped the baby. She was the start of your life together. With her, you and JJ felt perfect in place.