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Rafe Cameron

sneaking' around by @mrsstarkey1

JJ Maybank

Exile by @collecting-stories

blurb by @mayfieldss

Teaser: From my WIP Lover... JJ Maybank x Original Character ( Prologue ) .

Words: 554

Edited: Nope.

Author's note: I hyped myself and now I have a rough idea for a JJ fanfic that will take place in obx season 1. Criticism is appreciated as well as hype, and remember request are still open! Please ask anything!

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"And that one right there, the one with blond hair and on that Louis Vuitton's bandana is Maya Brady. She is a Kook that slams with us for unknown reasons, but not Kie's Kook type. Maya Brady has both her feet on Kook's life, but still chose to befriend a bunch of Pogue kids. She's cool, I guess. Kind, with an easy smile, fun to be with... We've been friends since the second grade, when she came into town. I think she used to live in The City. I don't know, I've never asked her.

Maya only cares about surfing, clothes, having fun, her family and her friends - us, who are kind of like her second family. She's JJ's best friend, although they may look like a couple. Always snuggling with each other, iugh. I think there's something going on between the two of them- But I'm sure JJ thinks a girl like Maya doesn't deserve a guy like him. Doesn't matter, anyways, 'cause Maya has a boyfriend, a not-so-kind Kook"

( John B. Routledge on Maya Brady. )

MAYA BRADY WAS LIKE a ray of sunshine in the Caribbean, blue-green waters. Easy going, funny, caring. Blonde, tanned and with brown eyes. Like a summer breeze on an extremely hot day. Like the waves crashing against the rocks of the Outer Banks. But most of all, Maya Brady was lucky. 

Born into a good family, with a caring dad and a loving brother, with good money and a huge future ahead; Maya Brady was way luckier than half of the kids at the Outer Banks. Of course Maya was never meant to end on the Outer Banks, her life was in New York City and that was the way it was written. However, an old good friend of Robert Brady, Ward Cameron, convinced him to move to Paradise Island, where you either had two jobs or two houses. Guess which option the Bradys had.

Moving to Outer Banks was probably the best thing that could have possibly happened to Maya. She made friends quickly, starting with a really smart, kind of shy kid named Pope Heyward and ending in a Pogue group, with that boy and three other kids. Kiara Carrera had been a bit reluctant at first with having Maya join the group, those boys were her only friends and she wanted to protect them and keep them for herself, but Maya grew on her. John Booker Routedge quickly became friends with Maya, because he was just as friendly as she was. And JJ Maybank… he won Maya's heart over, flaunting Maya's best friend position. And now they were all family. 

THAT SUMMER was supposed to be the best summer of their lives. They were going to have a good time, all the time. Fishing, laughing, doing nothing and absolutely everything at the same time. It was going to be wild. 

But when a treasure ship enters the game, making a twist in their lives, they begin a treasure hunt that turns out to be way more dangerous than what they had expected. Now it was either getting the treasure or dying trying, especially when enemies began to arise from those who were friends. Oh, and also, Maya had to deal with love. Because what is sweeter and more dangerous than a teenager in love?

02: you’re in love with jj maybank

mutual pining, friends who kiss, fwb, all seasons, friends to lovers, ignoring feelings, summer love, power couple, supporting JJ through everything, strained relationship during his spiral (if you squint), lowkey soulmates

03: the pogues summer playlist

HMS Pogue, surfing, sunbathing, fishing, bonfires at the beach, outer banks summer, partying with the pogues, getting high, carefree summer

04: you’re sarah cameron

happy, heartbreak summer, golden girl, difficult feelings, spend all day biking around an island, family expectations, unprocessed trauma, free spirit

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jj fuckin’ his girl bestfriend all nice and slow, taking in her body just in complete shock that this is reality and not some crazy wet dream. tanned arms supporting his body weight beside her head where her hair is splayed around her head like a halo making her look like some kind of goddess, full lips parted and eyes closed, little ‘uh, uh, uh‘s’ leaving her pretty mouth at every thrust where jj’s fat cock nudges that spot inside her squelchy pussy that makes her dig her nails more aggressively into his muscly back.

her eyes opening for a second when his thrusts become more frantic and miscalculated, her orgasm building white hot in her lower stomach making her moan out, their eyes locking as he continues thrusting, his orgasm building as fast as hers seemed to be.

on a whim, she reaches up to take his shark tooth necklace between her teeth, the action innocent but making jj even more desperate for his release, her innocent eyes looking up at him as he thrusts harder, an even deeper desire consuming him as she moans out.

wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a heated kiss, tongues swirling deliciously against each other as he swallows all of her pretty little noises, pulling away to watch her face as she claws harder at his back, his arms aching but he wasn’t about to miss this moment, eyes flicking to her tits as her noises got louder. “‘m fuckin’ coming jj!”

“cmon come for me pretty.” he says, keeping his pace and not looking away from her face, a loud moan spilling from her wet lips as she comes undone, face contorted beautifully as her eyelids slip closed again, feeling the wetness of her orgasm coating his cock he lets go too with a loud groan, as she watches his adams apple bob as he cranes his neck back, dropping his arms which supported his weight and whispering praises inaudibly into her neck.

their sweat-slick bodies pressed impossibly close but still needed to be closer, with his slowly softening dick still inside her sopping pussy she takes a hand through the tangles strands of blonde hair and a kiss to his sweaty forehead, making him smile and press a lazy kiss to her collarbone. “can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner, you’re fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbles, making her blush crimson as he nuzzles his face into her neck and breathes out all relaxed.

THE COMEBACK — jj maybank

a/n: i don’t like this but i saw an old post of mine based on this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i had to write it down😭(+ lots of domestic jj bc i couldn’t stop myself). i missed dad!jj so much ughhhh

warnings: luke maybank, allusions to past abuse

word count: 2k

pairing: dad!jj x wife!reader

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“J!” You screech as your husband comes up behind you to kiss your neck. “The kids are in the other room!” You remind him, although he doesn’t seem to stop his actions. You’re cooking dinner for your family and for your friends, John B and Sarah, that are coming over for dinner. However, it is difficult to do so when your husband’s hands have become insatiable from the moment he came back from work, always finding an excuse to touch you. His fingers dance along your torso as his lips trail down your neck, a couple of responsive mh’s falling out of his mouth, but you know he’s not listening at all. You’re becoming putty in his hands when a thought stops all of your motions, “Who’s watching the baby?!”

JJ barely moves as he mumbles against your skin, “Mh, I told Noah to watch Ella.” He calms you down, coming to the realization that your older son is making sure that his little sister is okay. Nonetheless, JJ continues his attack and begins to lower one of his hands down your short sundress. “Just wanted to show my wife some lovin’.”

You chuckle at his antics until his hands start approaching your most sensitive parts, causing you to instinctively throw the ladle you were stirring dinner with back inside the pan while your husband smirks against your skin. “Baby!” You squeal. Your own hands come up to hold his in place, but he takes this as an opportunity to kiss up your neck and trap your earlobe between his teeth. You’re about to say something when the sweet voice of your son makes you snap out of it and push JJ away.

“Mommy!” Your six-year-old calls out for you as he enters the kitchen, “When is uncle B coming?”

“Uhm…,” You try to find words after what just happened, clearing your throat as you resume your cooking, “he should be here any second, sweetheart.” You smile at him and hope that he won’t comment on how forced it looks for your thoughts have been completely thrown off by the smirking man beside you. However, as you look at the little version of your husband in front of you, you’re reminded of the other blue-eyed baby in the next room. “J, Ella!”

JJ is fast to run in the living room, “I got her, I got her!” He reassures you as his quick feet take him to your baby girl. Once he comes back inside the kitchen, you see him carrying Ella on his hip as she relaxes against her dad. “Here she is.” He whispers, not noticing the grin on your lips.

JJ turns towards your son, currently sitting on a kitchen stool, “Noah, I told you to watch her. Babies can’t be alone for too long.” He reprimands him.

“But she was fine, daddy.” The little boy tells him, confused as to why it was such a big deal.

Your husband nods, “I know, buddy, and I know that you wouldn’t want her to get hurt but this is for when we ask you to watch her in the future, okay? She could really get hurt if you don’t watch her all the time, alright?”

You almost tear up at the gentleness in his voice, the way he speaks with so much love laced in his voice, choosing his words carefully, it just makes you fall in love with him all over again every time.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Noah apologizes sincerely and causes his dad to softly smile down at him.

“It’s okay. C’mere.” JJ lowers his head to kiss his son’s forehead.

Noah takes advantage of the closeness to leave a gentle kiss on his sister’s cheek. “Love you, Ella.” And just as he says those sweet words, the front door bell rings, making your son jump down his sit and run towards the door. “Uncle B!”

“God, he’s like an earthquake.” JJ chuckles.

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop the incoming laugh, “Reminds me of someone,” You tell him. Your husband looks at you with that mischievous smile of his, that reminds you all too well of your son’s.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, the person that your child has opened the door to doesn’t resemble John B at all. The grey-haired man looks down at the blond little boy, blue eyes like the sky, and he could tell who he’s related to from a mile away. Bending down to his height, he asks “Hello, where are your parents?”

Noah knows better than to let strangers inside the house, which is why he immediately shouts “Mommy, who is this?”

To say that you sprint towards your son is an understatement. “What is it, honey?” You try to keep your composure in order to not scare the little guy, although you don’t know what’s going on yet — and you wish to have never found out. Luke Maybank. “What — I —“ You choke on your words, but your actions are cautious, instinctively putting space between him and Noah.

“Oh.” The man in front of you lets out as he straightens up. It’s obvious that he’s recognized you and you don’t know wether it’s a good or a bad thing. “Is my son here?”

As he speaks he seems to take a step closer inside your house, and in a panic state, you yell out, “J, baby, can you come here for a second?” Luckily, your words stop Luke, who’s waiting now for his son.

JJ runs to you, Ella still in his protective embrace as he approaches you. “What’s going on?” He asks before his eyes can fall on the man that’s standing at the entrance of your home. His hold automatically tightens on his daughter and he throws a protective arm in front of you. “What are you doing here?” Venom spits from his lips, and he almost can’t believe his eyes.

Chuckling humorlessly, Luke speaks up again “That’s a great way to greet your father, huh?”

“Take the kids and stay inside.” JJ tells you as he hands you Ella and pushes you further inside the protected walls of your loving home.

“J, I don’t like this.” You whisper as you grab the wrist of the arm that’s moving you away from the entrance. You’ve known your husband since what feels like forever; you’ve always been there for him and you know what Luke Maybank is capable of. If there’s one person that you would ever tell JJ not to see anymore is his father: that’s how terrible the situation is.

He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss on the back of it, before a smile etches on his features, attempting at reassuring you. “Look at me, princess. It’s okay.” Although it isn’t, but he won’t tell you that.

You nod, unsure, and do as he tells you.

JJ closes the door behind him and faces his father, after years and years of complete silence. “What do you want?”

He shrugs his shoulders, as if his presence at his son’s house is the most natural thing in the world. But that’s not how it works for the Maybank’s. “I didn’t know I had grandkids.”

JJ shakes his head in disbelief and points an accusing finger at him. “Stay away from my family.”

“We’re family.”

The words alone make an unsettling feeling form in his stomach and bile rise up his throat. He doesn’t remember a moment in his life where his father has referred to him as family — except when he needed money from his own son. “No, we aren’t. Leave my wife and my kids alone.”

Luke ignores him, because that’s what he’s always been good at. “I see you have a son. What if he ends up treating you the same way you are treating your old man right now?”

He can’t be serious.

He cannot be serious.

Years and years of disappointments and constant battling, of a loveless father-son relationship, leading to this. “You see, that’s the difference between you and I. I would never lay a finger on my children.” He affirms as his fists close on their own. “Don’t ever talk about my kids again. Get out of here right now.”

“You’re being unfair.”

JJ is about to rebut but the sound of the door behind him opening stops the both of them. “Leave or I will call the police.” You warn Luke while your hand reaches for your husband’s.

He turns to you, hiding the thankful grin that wants to grow on his lips. “Get back inside, baby.”

“No.” You answer firmly. “You come back inside now.”

It is Luke that now interrupts. “We’re talking.”

“And I say you’re done.”

He huffs, an annoyed look upon his features as he takes a step closer. “Control your woman over—“

However, JJ puts his free hand on his father’s chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that.” He squeezes your hand, then continues “You better leave.”

You don’t even give him a moment to answer when you pull your husband inside with you and lead him in your bedroom where you can have a private conversation from your children. As soon as you go to close the wooden door, JJ sits on the bed, his head in his hands as he covers his face.

“Oh, J…” You whisper, heartbroken for him. You lie on the bed behind his sitting figure and bring his attention to you as you pull his arm. “Come here.” And he obliges. Your husband lays his head on your chest and you immediately begin to run your fingers through his hair, just like you know he loves. He hides his face in your neck and holds your body as close to his as possible.

“How can he do that?” He asks softly, and you can hear the pain in his voice, wishing to take it all away. “I feel like I’m sixteen again and all I want to do is run away and hope to never turn out like him.”

Your arms wrap tightly around him as your neck twists to let your lips linger on the side of his head, bringing him as much comfort as possible. “But you did run away, baby, and you’re nothing like him. You’re the best father I could’ve asked for my children and I feel so blessed to share all of this with you. And don’t even let me start on how you’re the perfect husband.” Finally, you cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you, and notice the tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. But you’re not done. “You turned out to be the most sensitive, funny, caring, loving man I’ve ever met.”

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” He whispers against your lips, brushing them together and feeling your breath on his mouth.

“I know, baby. And I love you, too.”

Raising his head further, he goes to rest his forehead on yours, completely hovering above you. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You grin up at him. “I don’t know, did you wish really hard?”

Your words make a chuckle escape from his lips and you swear it’s the sweetest sound. “I can’t believe the way you talked to him. If you weren’t my wife already, I would’ve asked you to marry me.”

You peck his lips, “And I would’ve said yes again.” Your mouths touch once again, coming in for a prolonged kiss this time. “I would say yes a thousand times.”

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She's a mess in the morning. Hair tousled and t-shirt half hanging off her shoulders. It's a real fucking turn on. He's hard, and it's not even ten in the morning.

She grabs the carton of milk from the fridge and takes a swig.

"That's disgusting. How can you drink regular milk like that?"

"Says the guy who has a glass of orange juice with his bowl of Cheerios." She says, mouth full of milk. She hops up onto the counter. Her t-shirt - fuck, no, his t-shirt - rides up her thighs, exposing the black frilly lace of her panties.

He swallows.

"Only to wash down the nutty aftertaste."

It's not a good argument. He knows this.

"Whatever."

She says that a lot. He doesn't think she means it half the time.

"I'm going surfing this afternoon. Wanna come?" She says, crossing her legs. The fabric of her shirt bunches up around her crotch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His knee jerks and hits the underside of the kitchen table with a clatter.

"You good?"

"Mm." He nods.

No. He's not fucking okay.

"So?"

"So what?"

"You comin'?" She jumps off the counter and reaches for a bowl on the top shelf in the cabinet behind her.

Oh. That.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Okay. Yeah."

He nods a little too enthusiastically.

She turns around, brow raised. The corner of her lip is turned up ever so slightly.

"Cool?"

Not really.

"Yeah. Totally."

"Okay. Cool." She says, all smart and cool-like. "Meet me on the beach at two. But don't wear those loud palm tree shorts of yours. They’re embarrassing."

Yeah.

Okay.

Cool.

X

She's a natural when it comes to surfing. Like a thunderstorm in the middle of June.

He's usually good at surfing too, but when he's with her he's too busy watching her to actually pay attention to the waves. So, he just ends up wiping out and making a complete fool of himself.

She laughs. It's sweet like those candied hearts she used to give him back in grade school for Valentine's Day.

"You know you're supposed to ride the waves, not hug them, right?"

“Yeah? What can I say? I’m a hugger.”

She snorts and shakes her head. A salt-slick strand of hair falls directly over her brow. She doesn’t bother brushing it away.

“Whatever. See if you can catch this next one.”

She’s already paddling in the opposite direction, effortlessly catching said wave.

He's in awe, is fucking mesmerized by the way she glides across the surface of the water.

There's a thunderstorm in the forecast. The sky is turning gray.

She’s the current and he’s drowning.

X

Keggers on the beach are one of the best parts about summer.

Next to the tourons, of course.

Obviously.

The flames from the bonfire lick the ends of her hair. She digs her Solo cup into the sand by her feet. She stands then stretches, knocking over her cup and spilling its contents. She doesn't bother looking down. She can always get another.

And so she does.

"Hand me a beer."

"Didn't I just give you one?"

She shrugs, and swipes the bottle in his hand by the neck, downing the remaining contents. A single drop escapes the corner of her mouth. She catches it with her tongue.

"What? No 'please'?"

"Manners are for strangers. We're friends."

Just friends.

"We are friends, right?"

And the hesitation in her tone, it's something he's never heard in her voice before.

"Yeah, of course. Totally."

Just fucking friends.

"So, who's the lucky touron tonight?"

"Ah, I don't know. No one's really caught my eye."

Lies, lies, lies.

"So you mean to tell me," she points to a lanky girl standing beside a lopsided bamboo torch. She looks at him and flitters her fingers. "That perky blonde over there, or that foxy redhead next to her hasn't turned your head even the slightest bit?"

He shakes his head and juts out his lower lip.

"Nope." He says, popping the p.

"Bullshit." She reaches for one of the floating cans in the beat up red cooler. She pops the tab with a click and a hiss.

She almost takes a sip, but changes her mind the instant her lips touch the cool metal.

"Can I ask you something? And I need you to be, like, completely totally honest, okay?"

"Sure." He swallows, audibly.

She's really close to him now. Like, really fucking close. He can smell the sunscreen on her skin.

She stands on her toes and drags her fingers down the row of buttons on his shirt.

"Are you sure we're just friends?"

The ground feels like quicksand beneath his feet.

I mean, who even came up with the no pogue-on-pogue macking bullshit, anyway?

It was probably Kie.

Shit.

He's fucked.

Like, literally, one hundred and fifty percent fucked because he thinks he might just love this girl, and he thinks he's just high enough, and just buzzed enough that he might actually kiss this girl.

Her lips are so close to his, and his head begins to spin. He thinks he might fall over, or be sick, or quite possibly both.

She kisses him, and it's fucking fantastic. Her lips are kinda chapped, but also kinda perfect. They taste faintly of vanilla chapstick and Pabst Blue Ribbon. They're sweet, and sticky, and salty, and he's addicted to the taste.

She pulls away. His lips are wet. The air is cold. It's the middle of July.

“Just friends?” She says, smiles slyly.

“Yeah, right.” He says, kisses her again.

cup pong.

pairings. frat boy!jj maybank x fem!reader

about. jj needs a cup pong partner

warnings. drinking, swearing, gif not mine

ricky is typing… marry late christmas cowboys! love you

you had never experienced a party quite like a frat one with people on the roof and others throwing up within the front bushes that were long dead from previous sick party goers.

it was honestly something like a dream, but not those i-can’t-believe-i’m-actually-here-this-is-so-amazing dreams, but more or so what-the-fuck kind of dream. it didn’t feel real and that was more or so due to the flashing lights coming from the cheap LED plastic thing, shoved in the corner that made everything seem so fast and fake.

you loved it.

you had been there for an hour, speaking with random people and some you had recognized from your classes, while also dancing, because whats a party without some drunken swinging of the hips and grinding on boys you didn’t know.

you found yourself wandering, slipping past people in the homey atmosphere, looking for an invitation of company, but it seemed instead, the invitation found you.

you felt someone yank you by the belt loop of your jeans causing you to drop your drink the minute your back hit the rough surface of someone’s chest. you winced, looking down to the spilled contents of your beer.

you almost pouted if it weren’t for the person who had pulled you back in the first place, flipped you to face them, immediately shoving words into your mouth, “shit, i’m sorry about that, doll,” he eyed you up and down, his tongue quickly swiping across his bottom lip while his hand lightly held your shoulder, “here, let’s get you another drink.”

you felt completely astounded as his back straightened and removed his hand from your shoulder to reach up in the air, his eyes searching the room before landing on someone, “yo pope, get this girl another drink.” you watched a boy in a blue shirt nod before pushing himself off the wall, disappearing toward the kitchen.

you blinked a couple of times, trying to focus on the boy in front of you who seemed way too focused on you in that moment. he had a black hat on, flipped backwards, allowing hair to peak out and dip close to his forehead while he wore a simple plain white teeshirt that smelt of booze and weirdly cherry chapstick.

“you good?”

“yeah,” you coughed slightly, “i’m fine.”

“good,” he slight smiled, patting your back lightly before adjusting his stance.

“yo, jj, you got a partner or not?”

the boy, 'jj', looked at you with a snide smile, “you’re my cup pong partner, what’s your name?”

you replied with your name before mumbling, “i’m not good at cup pong.”

“doesn’t matter,” he pulled you closer by your forearm to where you were front and center to the ping pong table with his hand now on your back, extending his hand out and explaining, “all you gotta do is take a turn and throw the ball, i’ll take care of the rest.”

“what, you some cup pong god?” you turned your head a bit back to get a look of his face and in return his lips twitched a bit upward into a smirk.

“if you wanna call it that,” he shrugs a bit before dragging his eyes from your own before picking up one of the ping pong balls, sending it to the other end of the table and landing in one of the back cups creating cheers to sound in your ears.

jesus christ.

“what was that?”

“what do you mean ‘what was that’?” he smiled slightly at your strained question.

“oh fuck you,” you shook your head before crossing your arms, finding the skill he had absolutely ridiculous.

“your turn, sweetheart,” he smiled sweetly making you frown harder before taking the white ball he offered you.

like you had said before, you weren’t good at cup pong, so when you tossed the ball, it landed no where near any of the nine cups left.

“c’mon, you’re killing me, y/n,” he winced once analyzing the outcome of your shot, “you gotta at least try to aim.”

“i told you i wasn’t good,” you grimaced, licking the inside of your cheek.

“your partner sucks, maybank.”

“hey, why don’t you focus on your own aim, john ole’ boy. the last time i checked, sarah was a better thrower than you,” he stabs his finger through the air toward a boy on the other side of the pong table. the boy, "john", waved him off with an annoyed look before jj looked back down on you. "you suck."

“i thought you were a pro and were ‘going to take care of this’,” you shot back with almost annoyance.

“yeah, but i’m going to need a little more effort.”

“are you two done?”

“just take your shot john b," his voice comes up highly irritated as he calls out to him, but still keeping his eyes on you. "it's easy, alright? watch john b, even as he's absolutely dog shit at pong, he always makes the first shot."

and just like that, the collision of ball to beer fills your ears even over the loud party music. you stare at the cup for awhile before back up to jj who gives you a knowing look; i told you so.

"drink up, sweetheart," he hands you the cup, tapping the bottom the moment you took it. "it's about to be a long game."

jj wasn't wrong. you could tell over time he was slowly regretting even choosing you as a partner, but nevertheless, he was more supportive with each shot you made with light touches against your lower back, adjusting your arm and overall position, drinking half the cups john b or sarah made, and making words of encouragement.

"looks like your partner is draggin' you down, maybank."

"why don't you focus on yourself, she's still doin' better than you when it was your first time," and the defending. "you look like you're sweating pal, because you know i'm right and we're gonna win because you're still trash."

"talk to me when youre actually winning and not down by two."

jj rolls his eyes before focusing back on you, "easy shot, y/n, there's only three cups left, all you got to do is aim for one of the back ones... easiest ones, you got it."

you stare at him for a moment like he was insane because you truly hadn't made more than one tonight, so how was he expecting you to straighten up now?

"don't worry about it, kid. we lose, we lose, but it'd be really nice if we won."

no pressure.

you straighten your back with the roll of your shoulders once inline with the middle of the table. you try your best to envision the best possible way to shoot the ball, but honestly, you didn't even know what you were looking for to make a perfect shot.

jj's hand lands on your back, as if providing reassurance to your success. you relax to this and allow the ball to release from your hold. it's like slowmo as you watch it travel across the table till it lands right in the front red solo cup with a clash.

"yes!" you feel jj rush against you, almost knocking you over if it weren't for his arms to wrap around you entirely like a steel trap of excitement. "let's go, baby! that's exactly what i'm talking about, y/n!"

he gives you a light shake of endearment before replacing your spot in front of the table and, of course, making it right into the cup.

"balls back!" he motions for a ball to which one is bounced his way, but before he can make another perfect shot, john b frantically waves his arm in the air.

"it's not your turn, maybank. it's your partner's."

you can tell the blonde boy winces at this before slowly turning to you. he wasn't going to argue this because he knew john b was right and it was your turn and you'd have to take it whether you wanted to or not.

you shared the same distraught look he had on his face once he extended his arm out to you to take the white plastic ball soaked in beer. you took it and he gave you a sympathetic look, like this was the worst thing in the world.

"you got it, kid."

"yep."

you didn't. you barely came close. and any second chances you'd get were thrown out the window once sarah made it perfectly into their last cup, deeming you and jj the losers.

"shit," you bit into your bottom lip, feeling bad and almost not wanting to face jj in fear of the disappointed look he'd probably have on his face.

it was strange; this was only a dumb drinking game and jj was only someone you met less than ten minutes ago, so why did you get a terrible taste in your mouth and a feeling that you had just let him down.

"well, you definitely need more practice," he propped his hands on his hips as he thinks, "but you're not terrible."

you turn, slightly amused, "well, thanks."

he returns a slight grin, "yeah," he wipes his mouth, "so, what now?"

you now fully maneuver your body to face his with all attention, "I believe you owe me a drink."

navigation.

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Too Hot

JJ Maybank x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“Come on baby” JJ tugged on your ankle only getting a groan in response. “Baby, we're all heading to beach” He tried again this time you opened your eyes, tilting your head to look at him. 

“Too hot” you whine, 

Living in the OBX had its benefits but also its negatives. One being when it gets hot it GETS HOT. It’s so hot you could cook a full course breakfast on the sidewalk. Which ironically is how you feel right now. Even with the cool breeze you can feel the sun cooking you from the inside out. 

“You’ll feel better when you're in the water” He had walked closer to you giving you the perfect view of his toned chest glistening with sweat… Great now you're even hotter. 

“It’s too late for me, go on without me.” you dramatically call out, reaching your hand out to him before dropping it to the bed.

“Am I going to have to carry you?” he’s already pulling you off the bed, wrapping your arms and legs around him. If you didn’t love him you’d shove him away, his hot skin warming you even more. 

~~~AT THE BEACH~~~

He was absolutely right the water feels amazing, and the views not bad either. You let your eyes roam over JJ's exposed chest, your cheeks flushing at the sight. “J, you know I’m still kinda hot” he looks concerned at first till you run your hand down his chest, stopping right at the hem of his swim shorts. 

“Really right now baby” he chuckled at you but he still pulled you closer. “Well you know I can’t say no to you” he places a deep kiss to your lips before leading you back to the chateau 

JJ Maybank

Wild Like Wild Life 

“As usual they were bored out of their mind. Out of all the stupid shit they could come up with or do, they decided to break into the local zoo. Both of them knew they’d be in a lot of trouble if they were caught, but they really couldn’t give two shits. If anyone knew them they’d know they didn’t care. I remember when they came home at three in the morning smiling and laughing with their arms stuffed with shit from the gift shop. The next thing that left her mouth was ‘can we go to the aquarium next?’ These two are wild like wild life. They always have been. They’re always there for each other.” 

John B takes a big breath Kie is the next to speak. “Before Y/N, JJ was a dick. He did things because he had nothing to lose. He believed that no one could love him like that. Boy was he wrong. He was so wrong. Y/N came that summer after John B and Sarah went missing and turned all of our lives around.” Pope piped up. 

“She started working at the wreck with Kie. I thought she was interesting. We hadn’t seen JJ in months and he just up and decided to walk in. When he saw her he froze. He fell so hard for her. We used to say that if they didn’t get married then love wasn’t real. She helped him every time he got into it with his dad. Every time the kooks gave them a hard time she always showed them up. It didn’t matter who the person was. You didn’t mess with JJ because she’d beat your ass. You never mess with her either because JJ would beat your ass.” 

Sarah joins, “She helped with his restitution even though he didn’t want her to. She brought out a JJ that no one had ever seen. She got him away from the piece of shit father he had. She boosted his confidence and made him feel loved. Love isn’t real if they’re not together. What they have is something people crave.” 

“This is the love of Y/N and JJ. Non of us thought JJ would settle down, but here he is. We’re speaking at his wedding. I am so proud of him for getting through all the shit he’s had to go through. Y/N you saved JJ. Thank you for making him happy again. We all love you and wish you a very happy life,” John B finishes. 

JJ wipes a tear away and smiles. Y/N leans up to press a kiss on his lips. “You really did save me baby. I love you Y/N Maybank.” “I love you more JJ. Always.” 

love.

(not my gif! creds to @romancedawg )

/this is also not proofread and it’s also my first time writing angst, please lmk any ideas for p2\

Part 2 here

warnings: mdni, heavy angst, bad ending

summary: best friend!jj you’ve always been afraid of jj loving kie, not you. your nightmare is real.

you wished it was a dream. you wished that you never saw jj maybank kissing kiara carrera. but at the party you saw them sneaking off. you always watched jj flirt with tourons and take them to the bathroom, but to see your crush kissing one of your best friends is the worst. after you saw them you ran, catching your breath and gathering your emotions. you saw sarah grabbing a drink and she looked at you. “hey y/n! are you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost” you nodded as she handed you a drink as you chugged it trying to get rid of your thoughts, feelings, anything to get rid of the pain and the lump in your throat from trying not to cry. “woah, slow down girl” sarah said taking the cup from you “jj kissed kie.” you sighed “oh my god.” she blinked “you poor thing” she hugged you and tucked the hair in your face behind your ear “it’s fine.” you wandered off and found some vodka as you took the lid off and chugged almost half the bottle. “no feelings. no thoughts.” you kept repeating to yourself. you wandered off and started dancing to the music waiting for it to kick in. eventually it did, and jj found you stumbling all over and laughing “woah are you alright there y/n?”he said holding you steady “ohhhh heyyyy jjjjjjjjjj” you giggled “hey princess” he held your waist and turned you to him smiling. “fuck you” you flipped him off and tried to pull away from his grip but he held you harder “what did I do?” he said with an eyebrow raised looking at you “i have a question first” you said looking at him back. “what’s up?” he said “Are you and kie dating now?” you said folding your arms, he broke eye contact “fuck. you saw that?” He sighed “uh yea. wanna explain?” you asked “I can’t do this right now.” he walked away “jj come back!” you yelled “JJ!” he just kept walking.

the next morning you found yourself at Sarah’s house. unable to remember the night before, only that jj kissed Kiara.. you had the worst headache ever and were hungover, you quickly changed into some of Sarah’s clothes and walked downstairs where you saw her making toast. you said thank you to her and quickly walked out, practically running to the château. you saw john b on the front porch and opened the screen door stepping in “is jj here?” you asked “yeah he’s inside somewhere.” he replied. you went inside and looked in his room. you saw him putting his shirt on and then he looked at you. “shit.” he said under his breath “wanna talk about what’s going on with you and kie?” you questioned but you knew he didn’t wanna talk about it. “there isn’t anything happening with me and kie. why do you care so much? it’s not like you’re my fucking girlfriend or something.” those words made you wanna rip your heart out. “I care because I fucking love you jj. you’ve been the love of my life ever since we met.” you froze. you couldn’t believe you just said that. “…” he stood there. not saying a word. just looking at you. he sighed and opened his mouth to speak. “I love kie. I’m sorry.” he said walking past you out of the château. leaving you a sobbing mess. what could you do now? why would he do this?

okay but... JJ teaching his girl shit about cars on the twinkie, and then he ends up fucking her against it. 😭🥵🥺

a/n: AHH I LOVE THISS YOUR BRAIN IS AMAZING PRINCESS💕I kind of rushed on the last bit though😭

~ 🎀.

jj working on the twinkie while you, who knows nothing about cars, does your best to understand what’s going on and help him 🥺

“babe can you hand me the wrench?” he asks while he’s working on the twinkie “umm, sure!” you reply hardly knowing what he’s doing or what he would need a wrench for anyway. “whatcha doing anyways?” you walk over and hand the tool to him

he takes it and says “an oil change, right now I need t’ unscrew the oil cap and then drain it.” “ohhh okay.” you ask, fascinated by how hot he looks like this

“ ‘nd now I need t’ fill it up.” he says explaining what he’s doing step by step for you to understand. “you’re good at that, huh?” you say, watching his every move. “y’know what im also good at?” he says while crawling out from under the car

“what?” you ask. “filling you up.” he says with a smirk while cleaning the oil off his hands. you blush and he starts walking to you. he puts his hands on your waist and starts kissing you while he picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist while he pushes you against the twinkie and starts making out with you.

he unbuttons your jean shorts and slides them down a little along with your panties. he rubs your clit a little and puts two of his fingers into you to warm you up. he then slides his own shorts down a little to which they drop to the floor.

he slowly enters you filling you up little by little “mmh.. jayj.. fuck.” you mumble “you like my dick princess? atta’ girl.” he says while he starts to speed up going in and out of your tight little hole

at this point he’s going as fast as he can, but he still makes sure you’re comfortable “fuck baby. you’re so tight” he says stuttering. he keeps hitting your g-spot every time he goes back in and you can feel yourself getting close. “fuck jayj, im so close.” “yeah? cum all over this dick baby.” he says while his thrusts get sloppier. that’s all it took for you to finish all over his cock and he follows right behind you shooting his hot cum into you. as you both come back from your high and catch your breath he sets you down

“told you im good at filling you up baby.” making you giggle and playfully hit him “shut up j.”

~ 🎀.

Falling For A Maybank

Summary: Based on the song Falling In Love x Night Troubles.

Requested: No.

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Language, Underage Smoking, Some Angst

Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it's crazy.

“Madam,” JJ says, his hand reaching out to gently grasp onto yours.

He gently lifts you onto John B’s boat from the docks, the cheekiest grin etched onto his tanned face. It’s infectious, causing you to mimic that same grin as you put down the cooler in your hand.

“Thank you, my good sir,” you reply, giggling softly as you handed him a beer.

“Ooo, my favourite,”

His fingers tickle yours as he gently takes the beer from you, goosebumps travelling up your arm at a rapid rate. But you shake it off, taking a step back from him as your smile slightly disappears. It was a trap to like him, the guy with a new girl in his bed every night. 

“So? Where are we off to today?” you ask to no one in particular.

“Probably just back to the marshes, after that hurricane last night there is surely more fish ripe for the fishing,” John B replies as he drives off into the water. 

Softly, you nod, pulling a beer out of the same cooler that rocks against the boat’s floor. As soon as the top meets your lips, almost half of it’s contents disappeared within a few minutes. Maybe under the influence you could calm your nerves, finally enjoy yourself for the first time in weeks. 

As soon as your butt hits the seat beside Kie, a knowing eyebrow of hers raises up to meet her hairline. 

“Oh, god, Kie, not again,” you mumble quiet enough for only her to hear. 

“C’mon, (Y/N)!” she whisper yells. “There is obviously something between you two.”

You take another long sip from your beer bottle, trying to avoid looking straight but you do. His eyes meet yours, that classic grin returning at the sight of you. Instead of returning the smile, you quickly turn away, swallowing the bitter liquid down hard. 

“No, no it’s crazy,” you reply softly. 

Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall.

You both were walking on the beach where the water meets the sand. It had been a long night at a graveyard party. Watching JJ constantly flirt from girl to girl didn’t hurt any less then it did before. How you ended up walking down the beach, only the moon’s light cascading across your faces, you still didn’t know. 

“(Y/N), it’s a brilliant idea!” he exclaims as he chuckles. “We just need a fuck ton of weed and paper.” 

“And probably an ambulance from overdosing,” you giggle softly.

“No such thing,”

“You will be the first person to make it happen, JJ, I can see it now,” 

“I feel high all the time, (Y/N/N),"

Your heat flutters at his special nickname for you, forcing your gaze down at your feet to hide your warm blush against the cool light. 

“Well I can’t doubt that, now can I?” 

Both of you fall back into a fit of laughter. Before you know it, you’re in front of the small shack you call home. None of the lights were on since your family had already retired to bed. You stop by your door, gently twisting the doorknob to open the door. Once you look up however, you’re met with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair tickling the tip of your nose. 

If your heart could fly into space it would. You willed your feet to move backwards but they never did. Instead, you were frozen, looking into the eyes that brought you warmth, the hair your fingers had been tangled in many times. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N/N),” he whispers softly, kissing your forehead before disappearing down your street. 

You could deny it all you want, but deep down you knew. You had risen into love. 

And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation. Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life.

You couldn’t take it anymore, constantly watching him flirt with other girls, having to help them find their clothes strewn across the Chateau the next day. You just couldn’t take it. 

So, you withdrew. No longer were you on their boating trips. No longer did you show up to boneyard parties. Everyone would text you, wondering where you were. All of them get a response, except for him. 

It angered him. All of the Pogues tried to comfort him, saying that she must have texted them all on accident. But he saw right through it. You were ignoring him, and he didn’t know why. He has to know why. 

Without the other Pogues knowing, he snuck away and was on his way to your house when he passed the park you played at when you were kids. When he first fell in love with you. A bunch of boys had ganged up on you. Despite the beating he got, the boys left you alone from that day on. You took him home, cleaned up his wounds, both from the boys and his dad, and promised that you would be quiet as long as you two stayed friends. It had started back at the fundamental things.

JJ knocks lightly against your window, a frown forming when he notices that you aren’t drawing the blinds for him like you usually do. He knocks again, and again, until you open the blinds and lift the window out of pure annoyance. 

“What do you want, JJ?” you mumble under your breath.

“Why are you ignoring me?” 

“I’m not ignoring you! I just need to be alone,”

“Alone from me?” 

“Yes from you!” 

You look at him with tears falling down your face. The sight of it almost sends JJ into tears himself. 

“Fine, then, I’ll leave you too it,”

And with a harsh sigh, he jumped off your window and was gone. 

You see, for all life is an act of faith and an act of gamble. 

You had recently come back to the group, pretending like nothing was wrong. But JJ knew something was, however after that day in your room he refused to speak with you. Kie had talked with you many times, to just take the leap already and tell him. And you promised you would...

The moment you take a step, you do so on an act of faith because you don't really know that the floor's not going to give under your feet. 

You, Pope, and JJ had infiltrated the Midsummer Ball for the Kooks with ease, posing as waiters for all those who couldn’t see over their nose to get it themself. Your eyes couldn’t stay off of JJ the entire night. It became too overwhelming once JJ had returned from giving the note to Sarah. Without a second thought, you pull him close to you by the collars of his jacket, and you kiss him.

The moment you take a journey, what an act of faith. The moment that you enter into any kind of human undertaking in relationship, what an act of faith. See, you've given yourself up. But this is the most powerful thing that can be done: surrender. See. And love is an act of surrender to another person. Total abandonment. I give myself to you. Take me. Do anything you like with me.

Without a second in between, JJ kisses you back and his arms hold your frame against his tightly. Once both of you come up for air, uncontrollable smiles grace both of your faces. 

“JJ! (Y/N)! We gotta go!” Pope yells as the Pogues make their escape. 

JJ runs after them with his hand around yours while you follow. Both of you grin ear to ear as you run towards the van. Without a second thought, JJ lifts you up by your hips and gets you into the van, sliding in right beside you. Once he was in beside you, he lifts you onto his lap, kissing you once more as your hands frame his face, kissing him back urgently. 

“Fuckin’ finally!” Pope yells at you, causing both of you to break apart and glare at him.

“Just keep the PDA down why don’t ya?” Kie replies to Pope. 

In response, you two kiss once more, making sure to add a moan or two in there to make your point. 

Rudy Pankow

living for him 🥵

jj in season two

jj maybank // rudy pankow 🥵

hot and bothered

request: can you write one where jj and the reader have to share a bed at john b’s and jj ends up waking the reader up all hot and bothered? i love your writing so much keep it up!!

summary: jj and reader fall asleep together at john b.’s place. reader isn’t asleep for long when jj wakes them up asking for help with a rather hard problem. 

pairings: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: vaginal sex, unsafe sex, inexperienced boys, cunnilingus, lots of inappropriate kissing, almost voyeur? I mean they’re fucking on someone elses futon, so… 

a/n: WEAR CONDOMS. but... ask and you shall receive ;) this is porn without plot. big love, you animals

Only after 1 AM you realized it was late, when John B. excused himself to bed, making sure you had a blanket for the pullout couch in the living room. You were pretty much passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, and JJ curled up on the other side of the couch. At least he was liberal with the blanket sharing. 

You had woken up in the middle of the night, thinking it was of your own accord. Until you felt JJ from behind, lips lazily on your neck and hands roaming where they shouldn’t be.

“JJ,” you muttered, suddenly very awake. 

You listen to him groan as he pushes himself up against you. He’s quite prominently hard in his gym shorts. It helps you know for a fact he’s not wearing underwear. He grinds slowly.

“Will you…” he trails in a whisper, and you answer by pushing back against him. You listen to his breath hitch.

“Don’t wake John B.,” he clarifies, reaching under your arm to wrap his hand around your waist. He squeezes softly. 

You take the hand and peel it off you.

You sit up in the dark and JJ follows you, watching in the moonlight as you strip your shirt for him. He moves closer, stroking himself in his shorts and watching as you undo your bra with years worth of expertise. You hear the futon creak as you move to sit on his lap, fully aware of the erection in his pants. He kisses you, hands roaming your skin, playing with the waistband of your own shorts. He kisses hard, biting at your lips and soothing them over with a lick.

You slide off of him and kneel as you pull them down to your knees, and the breeze from a window you couldn’t care less about is cold against your skin. You slip them off and place them somewhere on the bed and arousal pools in your stomach, and you feel yourself throbbing for JJ as you lay on your back. 

JJ knows exactly what you want from him, and he lays down in between your legs, tongue eager and cock pulsing.

You fist his hair in your hands and bob his head to a rhythm you create, watching JJ grind against the sheets, hips wide and hands firm on your thighs, calves resting on his shoulders.

He takes his time, sticking his tongue out flat to let you move against him.

Soon the arousal is too much, and it only takes a few quiet minutes before you’re grinding hard and fast, whimpering under his tongue and coming undone at his touch. You cum, throwing your head back against the pillows and you can feel JJ’s wet kisses at your thighs.

He finds his own rhythm against the sheets and you’re afraid he’s going to cum, so you tilt his head up and push him away. His face is wet, and he grins, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Even in the dark you can make out the obvious tent, until he slips the shorts down to his ankle and struggles to get them off quietly.

“Shhh!” You hush, and he gives you a look that says, “I’m trying!”

He rubs his cockhead over your entrance, teasing, until he slowly slips his head in.

“Relax,” he instructs, leaning over you and gives you a surprisingly gentle kiss. He kisses your cheek and you smile as he rubs his nose over it, a soft eskimo kiss. 

He slowly pushed in further.

It stings, but he’s aware of himself, quietly taking his time until he’s all the way in. 

You find with each thrust, the makeshift bed creaks, but JJ is so blissed out you expect he doesn’t notice.

“Wait,” you whisper, and JJ stops thrusting.

“What, are you okay?” He says. You clench around him and he whimpers, but doesn’t move. His hands squeeze your hips.

“Lay down,” you instruct, and he slowly pulls out, flips himself eagerly onto the bed. You giggle quietly and hush him, planting your face into his neck and kissing him there. He breathes heavily as you settle back, lining yourself up with his cock, bending over at weird angles to make sure. He runs his fingers through your hair, and you look up at him and smile.

He groans as your hips meet his, legs bent on either side of him. Your hips stutter as you move, slowly grinding back and forth, being careful not to make any noise. You plant your hands firmly by his head.

It doesn’t take long before JJ is forcing his hips up to meet yours, and his breathing shifts.

“Ah, ‘m gonna cum, fuck,” he gasps, hands on your waist. You’re quick to get off of him.

He takes the base of his cock into his hand and continues with the same speed you were going.

“C’mere,” he pleads, and you’re hesitant to take the cockhead into your mouth, but do anyway. It would help with the cleanup after all.

He strokes the base fast, your mouth on just the tip of his cock, and he cums, body tense and hips stuttering and mouth open. 

It’s sticky and slimy and just barely salty down your throat, but you swallow, getting rid of most of the evidence in one fell swoop. 

“Woah,” JJ says, adjusting himself on the bed, his erection now half hard and lying against his hip. He lifts his head to look for his shorts, and you pass them to him. You realize you don’t even know what time it is. He lifts his hips and slips them on before laying over on his side to watch you get dressed.You don’t bother finding your bra, just slipping the t-shirt on and your shorts. Your underwear would have to be found in the morning. You laid on your side now too, looking at JJ. He smiles.

“Thank you,” he whispers, and you move closer to him. He accepts, and as he lays down on his back, you curl up into him, throwing a leg over his and resting your head on his shoulder.

With the smell of sex in the air, you can only hope you weren’t too loud as you fell asleep peacefully in JJ’s arms, you not as hot, and JJ not as bothered.