#𝜗𝜚: jj maybank

[webbluvrsugar]

i can only imagine how disgusting JJ Maybank is when you go to the beach…

cw: public fingering, nasty JJ, groping, soft voyeurism/exhibitionism, no use of y/n.

I can imagine him ‘volunteering’ to apply sunscreen on you, you guys aren’t dating, but you kinda are, you’ve been fooling around with him in secret because you’re a kook, he’s a pogue, your parents hate him, but you love him, you love the thrill, you love the way your heart beats when he walks in your room by your window, you love the way he gropes you in front of Rafe even when you tell him to not make it clear that you’re fooling around, but everyone knows.

You’re laying on your stomach at first, he squeezes the sunscreen right where he’s focusing — your ass, his hands go down to your flesh and spread the product on your cheeks, innocently at first, going down your legs with care rubbing and massaging it in, then back up your ass and that’s when he starts squeezing, he ignores your complaints and brushes it off as “‘M just making sure it’s well spread.” and you roll your eyes, tell him to move onto your back, he does, reluctantly.

“Turn around.” He says, velvet voice making you do anything for him, nibbling on his lip when he sees your breasts in that tiny triangle bikini, after a moment, he reminds himself of the task ahead.

He squeezes more sunscreen on your stomach, rubs it on, then upwards, his fingertips brushing underneath the fabric and touching the underside of your boob.

“Jayj! Stop that, everyone’s watching!”

You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Just making it so your skin is well protected, no-one’s even watching anyway, I could make it real quick, just pull those panties down and—“

“JJ!” You interrupt, slapping his hands away. “Just finish what you’re doing.”

He murmurs a bummed little “fiiiiiine.” before going back to what his doing, this time spreading onto the upper part of your chest, his hands slipping again to the inside of your bikinis, rubbing a thumb against your nipple and grabbing it on his hand, you whimper out a moan, cheeks flushing before you push him away.

“I’ll finish the rest.” You snatch the sunscreen away, he gives you a little pout, but lets it be.

By the end of the day, you’re laying against each other on the towel, your chest over his, his hand on your lower back, most people already left, only a few kissing couples remain on the beach, JJ sees that as an opportunity.

He drives his hand down, one finger slipping past your soaked swimwear, you whine as he fiddles with your clit, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Jay..”

You warn but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Shhh, I’m being discreet.”

Discreet. You could almost laugh.

“What the hell is discreet about fingering me on the—“

Your words are interrupted by a strained moan as he pushes a finger inside you, another one joining the first quickly as you grow quiet, your face nuzzling into his chest.

He curls his fingers and slowly thrusts them in and out, his other hand pushing your underwear over his fingers as if it would cover the lewd act, you’re reduced to a pity of quiet moans, and when he hits that spot you like, you can only let out muted ones, he sees that, scoffs and says:

“Finally got you to shut up.”

[hissweetest]

boyfriend!john b is a biter!!! doesn’t matter if it’s during a make out or if you guys are just sitting in each others company. he will bite!!

you two were in the chateau on the couch. everyone seemed to be away today, but out of danger. so perfect opportunity to make out, right?

your hands connected at the back of his head while his hands cupped your cheeks. he was laying on top of you, slowly trailing his kisses away from your mouth and onto your neck. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fingers running through his hair.

you were lost in the utter bliss of the feeling. you didn’t know making out could actually feel good until you did it with john b. your thoughts were quickly drawn from your mind when you felt a slightly painful pinch followed by a wet kiss. you tilted your head back up and pushed his head up to meet your gaze.

“did you— did you just bite me?” your words came out through giggles. he didn’t answer for a moment, he kissed your jaw and hummed.

“maybe”

his tone was smug and it only made you wanna laugh more. you couldn’t tell if what he just did was cute or if you were just in the heat of the moment.

no, it was definitely cute. attractive, even. sloppy kisses began to pepper your skin again, the occasional pinch of his teeth and the soothe of his tongue after.

you were so obsessed with him it was insane. it kinda made you wanna bite him back.

[isasweetie]

⋆˚࿔ the way 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ — jj maybank and pogue!princess!reader

“ you a princess to the public, but a freak when it’s time, “

cw ; making out, reader tries to go further, ‘mama’ and ‘princess’ nickname, drunk!reader.

jj had bought the hot tub a year ago, during a moment of rage and upset, and he thought the pogues would instantly return his reckless decision and get the restitution money back — news flash, he was wrong.

there have been many parties in the fun hot tub, getting drunk and splashing around with the pogues, tonight was no different. it started out normal and fun, sipping drinks and giggling and talking about stuff that would make no sense to a sober person. then kie and pope left to have some ‘alone time.’

“oh my god, jj, you know what that means right?” you giggling, sipping your vodka pink lemonade.

“what, mama?” he knows what, he’s just entertaining you because you’re cute when you’re drunk — not like he’d ever admit to thinking that.

“means theyre gonna go do it,” john b even laughs at that, which makes you laugh more. “thought you liked her, jayj,” you say after the giggles stop.

“who? kie?” he asks, faking obliviosness.

“mhm,”

he shakes his head. “nah. no, she’s all pope’s. plus, shes like, a bop, always going after another guy,”

“ew, jj, don’t say bop,” john b cringes.

“then who do you like?” you ask, too drunk to care that you’re prying.

“can’t tell you that, ‘s a secret,”

“jayj, thats no fun!” you pout, gently pushing his bicep which makes him laugh. “just tell me, probably won’t even remember tomorrow,”

“yeah yeah. maybe later,”

sarah whispers something to john b and he makes up some shitty excuse and leaves.

“dunno why everyone is hooking up,” you say. “‘s dumb, don’t like being the only single one,”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m single too, mama, y’not the only one, i feel you,”

“yeah, but you like someone. you always get who you like, it’s how you work,”

“what, and you don’t? huh? remember in sophomore year when you kissed topper thornton because you had that kook phase?”

“it was a peck, we didn’t even make out,” you argue. “never made out with anyone before,” you murmur under your breath.

his eyebrows furrow. sorry, did he hear you right? “what?” he asks, implying that you repeat yourself louder.

“i’ve never made out with anyone before.” you admit a bit louder.

“c’mooon,” he takes a sip of his beer. “that’s not true. you’re drunk, stop lying,”

“m’not lying!”

the water moves as he gets a bit closer to you. “y/n, im 100% sure you’re lying. i mean come on, you’re the prettiest girl on the island, you’ve even got kooks, like — rafe cameron type shit — going after you. and you’ve never made out with someone?”

you splash him with the hot water. “stop rubbing it in,”

“hey hey, not trying to be mean, mama,”

“just because you’re always making out with girls doesnt mean that everyone does. you’re a player,” the insult is obviously not said seriously.

“hey, i ain’t a player, i just..” you roll your eyes. “you’re gross,” you say, but you’re back to smiling.

“i could always help you out. i mean cmon, it would be fun, having someone you’re close to being your first. not some random kook,”

“what do you mean?”

“i’m just saying that if you need it, i got it. i got it everyday.”

so you’re not exactly sure when you ended up on your best friend’s lap, but you really like it. being on top of jj maybank, the cutest surfer and pogue in town, a literal light in the OBX. you’re having fun, giggling between kisses when he says something silly or gets dramatic when you nip his lower lip. it’s like he’s putting on a show to make you more comfortable. your hand is tracing his abs underneath the water, feeling him up, your other hand on his shoulder. his hands are everywhere — like, literally everywhere your pink bikini doesn’t cover. it’s clear he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

you two take breaks to have a sip of your drinks and get more drunk and have more fun. he tries a sip of your vodka lemonade and cringes at the sweetness, and you giggling and kiss him again. your lipgloss is making his lips and neck and jaw all sticky. he wonders where you got so good at this.

you go to feel him through his swim trunks, and he stops you, grabbing your poorly polished hand. “what?” you ask, smiling dropping.

“hey, c’mon, don’t wanna steal all your firsts in one night,” he squeezes your waist.

“when did you become responsible?”

“since now.”

you groan. “but i love the way you make me feel. do you not like me like that?”

“hey, princess, i got some feelings for you i’m not gonna get bored of. but let’s take it slow for me too, mkay mama? so it’ll be a first for me too.”

with that, you nod and go back to kiss him.

[lacydollette]

❝ you're a blessing in disguise, rafe cameron. ❞

IN WHICH you swear you’re over him, over the heartbreak, and over the part of yourself that loved him so deeply. yet every encounter with rafe pulls you deeper into the memories you fought so hard to forget—and while every glimpse of him tears you apart more and more, you ask yourself; is he still worth being saved?

and then there’s also this wild and reckless pogue boy, just as broken in his own way, who’s got you all up in your feels. he is everything rafe isn’t—and maybe your chance to start over…

PAIRING rafe cameron x lovely kook!reader x jj maybank

WARNING(S) love triangle, suggestive topics, drug abuse, violence, explicit language, sexual themes, cheating (?), reader being with jj and rafe at the same time, mentions of rehab, alcoholism, guns

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

LACYDOLLETTE — est. 2024 do not copy or publish my work to any other platform !

[vcnillafairy]

voodoo doll

pairing: jj maybank x raspberry!reader.

summary: jj vandalizes the house of one of the richest kooks on figure eight in a weak attempt to get her out of his mind or himself out of hers but everything goes sideways when he realizes she may be as crazy as he is.

warnings: pre relationship. violence (not towards reader). vandalism. past trauma. jj's canonical insecurities and impulsivity. two idiots in love. slight angst. hurt/comfort. fluff. happy ending. english is not my first language.

𝜗𝜚 poppy talks₊ ˚ ･ i just love love love the concept of jayj falling for a kook and his internal conflict, plus i think a lot of 5sos songs fit so well to write jj x reader.

Only a week had passed since JJ had ended whatever you had going on and it already felt like ages, it was probably because you had got too used to his presence in your life all day everyday whether it was texting or in your room or a hotel or your car in some parking lot late at night but it was frustrating.

It all started last summer when at the boneyard party you were too drunk to reconsider your choices and ended up hooking up with a just as intoxicated JJ in the backseat of your car. After that things were awkward between you two for a couple of days whenever you ran into each other but couldn't help but eventually crawl your way back to each other and do it a second time, then a third and a fourth... And before you know you become what could be called fuck buddies.

The problem was when it didn't end there, it kept going for months where you met for stress relief every time one of you needed it but... late nights started to turn into early mornings and you couldn't even remember when sex turned into talking. Just hours and hours of talking about your day, your week and eventually your struggles and dreams getting to know each other so deeply you could tell what the other was feeling without the need to say it.

You were in love... of course. Anyone who got to know the real JJ was doomed to fall for him, not just for his charms and flirtatious antics but the real him, the JJ who was the most loyal and supportive friend someone could ever ask for putting everyone over himself. He was special in a way you could never express with words but you tried when you talked to your mom about him, you didn't need to say much. It only took her a couple of seconds to see the spark in your eyes when you talked about him to know your feelings were genuine.

Lucky for you your parents were one of the very few ones at the island with three fingers of enough forehead to not be judgmental trash against the people on the other side, they had always taught you to enjoy what you had but to never give it for granted and to be aware that there were people who didn't had that much and it was definitely not their fault so when you talked to your mother about JJ she asked you to invite him for dinner. She wanted to meet the boy who had captured her daughter's heart and make sure he was worthy of it.

You could remember that day as if it was yesterday, how you jumped over him when he got into your room climbing for the window. JJ listen to you yap about how he could start using the door from now on and how your mom had invited him over for dinner, his arms were crossed and his face stoic while you could barely contain the excitement running in your veins pacing around the room already planning what you would be wearing but you stopped when the silence in his side had been too long. You had thought he loved you too, from the way your relationship had evolved to how he looked at you when you talked for hours about everything and nothing.

But you were wrong, at least that's what it looked like when he said he couldn't come tonight and that it would be better if you ended it right there before things could 'get ugly.' He wasn't rude but he wasn't exactly delicate about it and with just a couple of awkward excuses he left.

At first you had been sad, cried for a couple of days and didn't wanted to go out with your friends or even go to school but it only took you one party that your friends practically dragged you to, that day something switch inside you when you saw him making out with three different pogues during the night. You saw red, every fiber of your body screaming at you to do something stupid and so you did when you decided to sleep with his best friend that night in the same house he stayed in since he stopped sleeping at yours.

John B was a cute and nice guy so even if he wasn't exactly your type he didn't give you the worst night ever. Sadly other than making you feel good it only made you sadder and angrier when the next morning nothing happened, no fight, not even a glare and that only meant JJ had never mentioned you. You had talked about him to all your closest friends and even your mom when you thought things were getting serious but he had never even mentioned your name to his best friend.

Now all you had left to do was to stay alone in your house on a Sunday night with all this frustration pacing around your room thinking about a thousand ways to make his life miserable when you heard a loud noise coming from your front yard making you stop abruptly. Then another… then you could hear some glass breaking and you could only look around your room for something to defend yourself and your phone to call 911.

But nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the curtains of your window. JJ fucking Maybank was breaking your greenhouse with a baseball bat like he had just seen a ghost inside or something. The blood on your veins was boiling the second you saw him again, there was no rational thought inside your head when you took your own baseball bat from under your bed and stormed into the greenhouse.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” your harsh tone seemed to surprise him for just a second but he recovered just as quickly.

“What does it look like i'm doing?” he asked, standing straight and prideful in front of you as if he had just won some prize instead of vandalizing your home.

You didn't back up either, actually took a couple of steps closer to him and without giving yourself the chance to think about it twice you slapped him, hard, with all the pent-up rage you had been caring all this time apart. The sting in your hand almost made you regret it but you told yourself it was the least he deserved.

He held his cheek and you were expecting him to give you one of his cynical smirks but instead in his eyes there was just anger and a sadness she couldn't understand. “Why John B?” he asked as if just thinking about it made him want to go back to the chateau and break all his best friend's teeth.

“And why not?” you weren't showing any sign of remorse even if deep down a tiny part of you actually felt bad about it, still you felt that you had the right to do worse after what he had done to you. Sleeping with his best friend seemed only fair.

“He’s my best friend!” He slammed the baseball bat against one of the glass walls but without missing a beat you did the same with another one leaving him stunned for a moment.

“Like you care!” your normally non existent patience was specially thin today. “and it’s not like he even knew about me anyway!”

His face fell, guilt washing over him. “Don’t give me that shit again” he tried to look unfazed.

“Am I the one giving shit?” she scoffed, flipping her hair before loudly breaking another glass wall out of frustration “You came all the way here to destroy my house and for what? A hurt ego? You are a fucking child JJ”

“What are you doing? Stop that!” he took your wrists, making you drop your baseball bat. “I did this thinking you were gonna hate me! Never thought you were going to join me”

He looked embarrassed and slightly amused by your little outburst “Why would you want me to hate you?”

At first you didn't believe anything he said but slowly realization hit you, after all he had told you about his father and the childhood he had, he didn't go into much detail but he repeated some of his old man's words and you remembered one that specifically enraged you. You remember that day, JJ having to hold you down on your bed distracting you from going to his house to get Luke's ass.

He always told him he was trash. Always not only told him but showed him with his own actions that he was unworthy of love, so much and so many times he ended up believing it. But you knew the truth, just because his dad was incapable of loving someone that didn't mean he was unworthy of love. You knew because you loved him.

That's why he left when he felt things between you were starting to get serious, and that made you want to both hit and kiss him.

For the moment you choose the first one pushing him by his chest “You’re an asshole!” you hit him again and again until he held your wrists again, your eyes locked and even though he was trying to look ice cold his eyes had always betrayed him. “and I love you…”

JJ was frozen for what it felt like forever. “You have no idea what are you talking about”

“I'm perfectly capable of knowing what I feel!”

“No you don't!” his sudden snap made you take a step back but your eyes never leave his. “You’re just confused! You love all this kook-pogue thing, all you want me to do is to be your little doll that you can fix and show around!”

“That is not true!” what he was saying didn't make sense, because he knew you and you knew him enough to see it in his eyes. “and the worst part is that you know it, you know I really love you”

“Please stop” he was pulling his hair and pacing around trying to deny their feelings for each other but it was useless.

“JJ look at me” you tried to make him stop, to look at you in the eyes but hi turn his back on you, his breath was uneven and he had stop pacing but his right foot was still tapping against the floor.

You walked around him until he was actually looking at you, he looked like he wanted to cry but was too stubborn to do it in a moment like that trying to hold on to whatever ounce of pride he still had left. However all of it fell apart when you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him.

There was no resistance, his hands went to your waist like muscle memory, he pushed you against one of the few glasses that were still untouched by you both. His tongue find its way into your mouth and you could've sworn it had been months since you last felt him like this even if it only had been a couple of days.But the truth is that since the first time you spent the night together there was no way back and nothing, not even yourselfs was going to be able to tear your love apart.

“I love you too…” even if deep down you knew it, hearing it in his own words was what your heart needed to melt completely around him.

[edwardslvrr]

WHAT THIS COULD BE ⌗ jj maybank part 1

౨ৎ jjmaybank x ex!highschoolsweetheart!cameron!reader

the one where jj maybank and yn cameron dated all through high school before breaking up after senior year after a big argument about their future together, jj was ready to better his life and settle down, but yn she wasn’t done, being accepted into university to study criminal law had her busy and not at all ready to settle down. and so, they parted ways. 3 years later, will they find their way back to each other?

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warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

⌗ 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 ⌗ 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰

main masterlist ⌗ jj masterlist

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 👩‍💼 new instagram post added 𓂃⋆.˚ ig/yncameron

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 👩‍💼 new instagram story added 𓂃⋆.˚ ig/yncameron

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 👩‍💼 new notification from ‘Sarah 🩷’ 𓂃⋆.˚ imessage

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 🏄🏼‍♂️ new instagram story added 𓂃⋆.˚ ig/johnbee

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 🏄🏼‍♂️ new notification gc ‘surf boys + pope’ 𓂃⋆.˚ imessage

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 🏄🏼‍♂️ currently playing - jj’s playlist 𓂃⋆.˚ spotify

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 👩‍💼 currently playing - yn’s playlist 𓂃⋆.˚ spotify

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 👩‍💼 new instagram story added 𓂃⋆.˚ ig/yncameron

edwardslvrr talks - lets start thiss! i’m so excited for my first jj fic🙂‍↕️

taglist - @bradshawed @imsiriuslyreal @bee-43 @illusionaryjourneys

[r4fe-cam3ron]

♫ when you call, i’ll forgive & not fight

w; *i haven’t finished OBX — on season two*, slight ooc!jj for that reason!, mentions of arguing, r feels like jj is stringing them along, lower case intended, i also try not to use any pronouns but sometimes i do accidentally slip — be cautious! an; i want to start spreading more out for writing obx characters, so ill start with jj — slightly nervous but ill try my best 💔 also supercut reminds me of him and i don’t know why.

seeing kiara slightly angers you when she steps into the bathroom, eyes cutting over towards her before looking away quickly.

she says your name, desperate, pleading, and a small part of you is waiting to talk to her, listen to what she has to say.

but instead of doing that, you shake your head and walk past her and towards the doors that lead outside.

people are finally clearing the schools parking lot, a small breath releasing from your lips, thankful for just that. you knew you couldn’t wait another minute in the bathroom with the girl who you thought was your best friend and understood your feelings.

it’s strange how wrong you could be about someone.

the walk home isn’t to far from the school, luckily. though walking in the sweltering heat, it feels as if it was a longer walk than usual.

your sweating by the time you enter the trailer, quickly locking the door back and shutting the door behind yourself, pushing your hair back.

it’s quiet, void of any life at the moment. your mom taking extra shifts at the diner during the afternoon and then an job at the gas station during night just to make ends meet.

the lights are off, except for the ac that blasts cool air that has goosebumps pricking your skin slightly. making your way down the hallway, you’re quick to find some bikini bottoms and a top to match.

slipping on some shorts, you grab a bag from your closet and make your way into the bathroom to grab some sunscreen and a towel before making your way into the kitchen to grab anything else you may need.

laying out in the sun might help, then a long, long shower. your head peeks around the freezer when you hear the landline phone ringing. pursing your lips, you drop your bag onto the counter making your way towards the phone.

it might’ve been your mom anyway.

“i’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”

wrong. jj.

“yeah, well, take the hint, maybank.” he’s saying something you don’t even hear, hanging up before anything else is said.

screw him for stringing you along.

screw kiara for allowing it to happen.

they’re only upset because they got caught. grabbing the bag from the counter, you make your way towards the front door, slipping on the flip-flops that rest near the door.

the phone ringing again makes you pause at the door, eyes drifting back to where the phone sits. shaking your head, you step outside and slam the door behind yourself.

you don’t have to listen to him or his excuses.

laying out, your eyes close as the sun bares down on your face. hopefully this will help.

—

your teeth clench together as soon as the cold water hits your burnt skin. safe to say — it did not help.

your absolutely done for, tears forming in your eyes from just the slightest bit of touch. you didn’t even mean to fall asleep while outside, you’d just been so tired.

slipping on an oversized shirt was no fun either. sucking in a breath, you finish putting on some shorts before making your way towards the kitchen again, opening the freezer and pulling out the aloe, hoping it’ll soothe it more.

there’s a knocking at your door that has you frowning, eyes drifting back and forth between your — hopeful — soothing aloe and the door.

letting out a small huff, you make your way over and open the door. you frown when you see the last person you really didn’t want to see at the moment.

“go away, jj.” before you could shut the door all the way, he’s sticking his boot into the entry way, frowning at the redness with a small quirk at the corner of his lips.

“what, did you fall asleep out here?” you stay silent and he lets out a laugh, shaking his head. he pushes the door open and slips inside.

“jj, i don’t want—”

“i just want to help you put some of this on,” he grabs the cold aloe, shaking it a bit as he leans against the counter. “then i’ll get out of your hair.”

it would be hard reaching your back. “just that then you leave,” he nods and switches his hat around, the bill of the cap behind his head now. you shut the door and make your way over. “and no talking. i don’t feel like talking right now — especially to you.”

“no talking.” he repeats with a small nod.

once you stand in front of him, he opens the cap, glancing back up as your eyes close slowly. he smiles a bit, squeezing some out before smoothing it over your blistered cheeks.

you wince, almost pulling your head back, but he’s quick to hold the back of your head with his free hand. “sorry.” he mutters.

jj maybank could not not talk to save himself.

you remain still as his fingers continue to glide over your nose, counting the freckles that had darkened under the sun.

“i need to get your back.”

opening your eyes, you stare at him quietly before sighing as you nod. making you way over towards the worn couch, you sit cross-legged while jj plops down behind you.

with the pinky that hadn’t been drenched in the cold gel, he hooks it under the hem of the oversized shirt and pulls it up, careful and avoiding any burnt skin.

your hand grips the hem, holding it. a glop of aloe drops into his hand and, very gently, gets smeared over your back.

“it’s not what you thought, you know,” ten minutes, a record for jj maybank. “kiara and i.”

you want to stay silent, and you do, but only for a moment before finally speaking. “i don’t care anymore.”

his hands drag over your shoulders and your back straightens. “but you do care. or you wouldn’t be ignoring us.”

“well, maybe i’m ignoring you both because i wanted you to figure it out yourselves,” you shrug. “you can’t just tell someone you feel the same and then make them think something is going to happen between them,”

you stand, deciding the feel of jj’s hands was too much for you. dropping the shirt, the back immediately sticking to your skin, you grab the bottle that he’d placed on the floor.

“i think you should just go.”

“you can’t keep shutting me out and expecting everything to go the way you want it too,” he stands from the couch, following behind you. your jaw clenches. “or expect me to just go along with it so you can get your way.”

“it’s the right thing—”

“i love you!” you pause and gulp slightly. “and if you think i’m going to just give in and listen to you when you tell me to leave you alone, you’re wrong,”

slowly, hesitant, you turn and glance at him. he's staring at you with soft eyes and small frown with furrowed brows. you remember the first time seeing him make that face — first grade.

“i know they say if you love someone, to…to let them go or whatever they mean,” he waves his hand dismissively in the air. “or maybe it’s…” he stops and shakes his head.

“whatever,” he mutters to himself, stepping closer. “i can’t do that. i can’t let you go. if i don’t try to let you know how much i love you, it’ll eat at me until im dead,”

“what you saw, the other night, was nothing. i was telling kiara about you and what i wanted to say and you walked in right when i said—"

“…that you…” would never let anything happen. that what he felt was probably something he’d never feel again with someone. cheeks flushing, you shake your head and let out a scoff as you drop your head bashful. “oh my god. oh my— j, i’m so sorry. i didn’t…”

letting out a huff, your eyes cut up to him to see a small smile playing at his lips. “i’m sorry. i just always thought that, maybe, there was something between…” you trail off, pursing your lips.

“between kie and me?” he tilts his head. you nod. he steps a bit closer. “you thought wrong. i love kie,” he nods.

you glance up when you notice how much closer he is. his fingers brush yours that rest on the counter. “but not in the way that i love you,” he shakes his head. “plus, she has pope chasing after her.” he smirks.

you let out a small laugh, nodding. “i’m sorry.”

“you said that already,” his hand lifts and tucks some hair behind your ear that sticks to your skin. “there’s one thing you haven’t said though that i’ve said…about five times? maybe ten. who’s counting.”

“i counted,” you smile up at him. “it was three. you like to over exaggerate. but,” his thumb brushes along your heated skin.

“i love you.”

he smiles, catching your lips with his as gently as he could. his hands cradle your face, mindful of your burn. your hands move to cradle the back of his head, threading your fingers through his dusty blonde strands.

pulling away an inch, your eyes open for a moment to look at him, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“i love you.” you whisper against his lips.

“i love you. and your stubbornness.” before you could say anything, he’s surging forward again, connecting your lips once more.

mind melting, any comeback slips from your mind.

[soangelbaby]

outer banks is so good I fear it had me crying..and rafe cameron is literally your man I fear

ok so gonna use this as my dissection so far bc i’ve literally been binging !! and im literally on s2 ep3 already hehehe

so rafe & jj are like my favorites rn so many heart eyes & butterflies for them <333

i literally wanna write for rafe so bad bc bro he’s so perfect like i love everything ab him !!! i would literally let him ruin me, cause he’s just so evil and manipulative like yes gimme !! and the scene where he beat tf out of pope “stay down, bitch!” i literally kept replaying it on me im not joking LMAO

like omg his voice his laugh ??? it drives me crazy cause imagine him talking you through it !!! ahhh just that would send me over the edge pls need him to take his anger out on me :P

the show is so good so far but omg its like every time i look up theres ppl throwing hands 😭😭 all they do is fighttt but i love the drama so bad !!

everyone else is mid to me but ermm i like kie shes cute, john b. picks sarah over her…. dk how to feel ab that not entirely surprised tho

sarah got some commitment issues & ngl i cant believe she sold out rafe I WOULDA BEEN STITCHLIPPP for my baby daddy ughh

sarah and john b are also so annoying w their corny ass relationship bruu (or i just jealous idk)

[webbluvrsugar]

babydaddy!JJ taking your son to the beach

JJ was laidback, laidback enough to forget that he was taking your little boy to the beach, laidback enough to arrive at 6:00PM at your place when your son has already been crying all day because his ‘daddy’ didn’t come, and when seeing the tearful look on the kid’s face, he could help but beg you to let him take him, almost getting down one one knee and saying “Please, I — I know I fucked up but he’s my son, aight? I can’t see him sad like that.” to convince you, doing everything to get you to let him take the boy, and when you finally do and grab your son’s little chubby hand, saying that in fact, his dad came, he was just a little too late, the boy light up immediately, letting out cheerful sounds when placed on top of his shoulders.

“Make sure he has fun.” You tell him, no, demand, because if he makes his day suck after forgetting he was even meant to come, you’ll probably kill him, and he knows it.

“I — I will.” He nods intensely, making sure you can see he’s regretful.

“And don’t let him eat rocks, nor sticks, or sand, or fuckin — bugs, don’t let him eat bugs.” You point a finger at him, your son pushes it away and makes a ‘pshhhh’ sound, definitely influence from his father while you frown and correct him.

“Hey, I’m not that bad of a father!” He raises his hands, the kid slightly tilting on his shoulders before he tugs JJ’s blonde locks.

“Whatever, get him here before nine.” You sigh.

JJ nodded again, gulping as he turns away from you. “Ready to go punch some sharks?” He asks your kid, he smiles brightly, lightly slapping on his father’s shoulders.

“Yeaa!!” He giggles, his tiny arms shooting at the sky, JJ hypes him up, completely ignoring your wish as you shout ‘No punching!!’ to them, closing the door when they walk away.

JJ makes sure the kid has a great day as you said, he rolls him on the sand until they’re all dirty, plays catch with him as if he’s a pup because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, dunks the kid head first in the water, makes him fall by placing a foot in front of him, everything that he knows you would probably disapprove of before finally quieting down, gathering around some small wooden shop.

“Woaaaah look at that fucking board, buddy.” JJ whispers while dragging his kid closer to the store while they leave the beach. “Shit’s amazing!” He smiles in excitement, the little mini version of him smiles too.

“Shit’s amazing!” The toddler shouts, JJ immediately gets a frowny look from the cashier, as if reminding him directly of you, he gulps, stays silent before pulling the kid away.

“Yeah whatever, maybe let’s just… get you home to yo’mama.” He sighs, he can already feel that whenever they get to your place, he’s in trouble.

“Fucking board!” The kid repeats, flapping in excitement as he takes little steps towards the sand, his crocs long forgotten somewhere around the beach.

“Hey! Don’t say that again, and… start walking faster.” JJ picks up the kid on his arms, starting to run with the boy again.

When they get there, he’s got this huge, proud smile on his face, the boy’s hair is filled with sand, maybe a few tiny rocks, his clothes a bit wet too.

“Where are his crocs?” It’s the first thing you ask, tilting your head and raising a brow.

“Donated.” JJ smirks.

“To where?” You take a step forward.

“The ocean.” He chuckles, the kid leaves his grasp to stand at your side as you roll your eyes. “But hey, got him here before nine.” He points out.

You scoff, kneel down before your kid before asking him: “Did you have fun?” You smile and he nods, one hand coming to rub a mix of sand and dirt off his cheek. “Yeah? How was it?” You ask again, just to make sure, a little smile peers at his lips.

“Shit’s amazing!” He repeats, clapping and giggling before looking at his father.

You give JJ one short glance, he can feel his mood — and pride — fade right before your eyes.

“Yeah…. real rude woman at the beach, kept cursing, you wouldn’t believe it if you saw it,” he pauses, grabbing your face and pressing a peck to your lips as he slowly walks back.

“Which is why I have to go and you just… correct our little champ.”

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[hissweetest]

boyfriend!john b who you genuinely have to be cautious around when near water because he WILL push/throw you in

you guys are hanging out on the dock outside of the chateau. its the most stress free everyone has felt in a while. you were both standing, big mistake. you couldn’t even process what was happening before he was grabbing you while you were squealing and kicking your legs.

you came back above the water, jj, pope, and kiara all looking the other direction to hide their laughter. “john booker routledge!” you screamed, pushing wet hair out of your face. “what about my phone?!” you panicked for a moment before looking up at him. a stupid smile plastered on his face as he held your phone up. “there’s something.. wrong with you..” is all you said, he laughed and put his hand out to help you up onto the dock. you looked at jj and then at your phone, he quickly took it from john bs hand and you pulled him in the water.

you stayed above the water and covered your mouth, hiding your laughs. he came back to surface and shook his head, water droplets flying from his hair. “okay, i deserved that” he mumbled and splashed water in your face.

[isasweetie]

track ii. CRUEL SUMMER! (feat. jj maybank and reader)

“bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price, you know that i bought it,”

warnings: smut, public sex

his hands traced your hips so delicately, his baby blues staring into your eyes as if you were the only person in the world. the boneyard was quiet, pitch black, and you were in a bikini that was about to be slid off in a couple minutes as you sit on jj’s lap on the towel that covered you from the sandy ground.

you’re both high off of a shared blunt, and having sex like this feels like a fever dream. “jj, what if someone walks by?” you whisper, before letting out an unwanted whimper as he nips at your neck.

“no one will. didn’t know you’d be the type to be afraid of that, anyway,” he teases, leaving a hickie as his hands work to untie your bikini.

“bad, bad boy,” you tease back softly, pecking his lips.

he kisses you back harder as he gets your bikini top off, laughing into your lips at your tease. “yeah, and you’re such an angel, huh?”

you giggle and nod into the kiss, grinding on his lap. “let’s just get this over with, maybank, before shoupe finds us and kills you,”

“he won’t kill me,” he murmurs against your lips, a hand going into your hair.

“no, he won’t,”

“what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more,”

he starts to slide out of his shorts and you help with the process, trying to make it fast just in case.

a hand goes onto his length and you toy with him a bit to make sure he’s hard and up to your standards, and he mutters “tease” under his breath. you kiss his cheek and lower yourself onto him, not wanting to make him wait.

you two sit on the sand, and his palm is over your mouth, your lipgloss smeared on it, because you just can’t keep your sounds contained in public.

“y’look so pretty, princess, jesus, wish i could take a picture,” he groans. you whine in response, unable to get out anything intolerable as your eyebrows furrow and you feel your climax coming.

for fear of anybody seeing what happened, he finishes inside of you so no residue is left, removing his hand from your mouth after you practically scream into it. breathless, your foreheads press together.

“jj, i love you,” you whisper. “ain’t that the worse thing you ever heard?”

he looks up grinning, like the devil. “it’s cool,” that’s what he tells you before kissing you again.

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[angvl3tears]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 ⋆.˚

ˇ ⋆ ╱ ❝ blunts n glitter n shi ❞ ࿐ ྂ

𖧁୧ help me forget, please ／ ⋆ ۪ dealer!jj

𖧁୧ it’s all for you ／ ⋆ ۪ dealer!jj

(coming soon!)

𖧁୧ just someone i used to know ／ ⋆ ۪ ex!jj

(coming soon!)

𖧁୧ c’mon, jus one more ／ ⋆ ۪ fwb!jj

(coming soon!)

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[junefl0wers]

obx s4 p2 spoilers !!

guys.. pope is the only one out of the friend group who has actually killed someone now. so what if the tiniest jjpope crumb we get next season is gonna be pope killing groff as revenge for jj?? like it’s not that unlikely at this point cuz he’s already killed someone for cleo so why not avenge jj

(they’ll probably have rafe do it but please just let me dream 😔)

[edwardslvrr]

WHAT THIS COULD BE ⌗ jj maybank

౨ৎ jjmaybank x ex!highschoolsweetheart!cameron!reader

the one where jj maybank and yn cameron dated all through high school before breaking up after senior year after a big argument about their future together, jj was ready to better his life and settle down, but yn she wasn’t done, being accepted into university to study criminal law had her busy and not at all ready to settle down. and so, they parted ways. 3 years later, will they find their way back to each other?

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warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

main masterlist ౨ৎ

chapter 1 ౨ৎ chapter 2 ౨ৎ chapter 3

chapter 4 ౨ৎ chapter 5 ౨ৎ chapter 6

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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 🏄🏼‍♂️ @ jjmaybank

꒰ 💌 ꒱ྀི delete these pictures?

edwardslvrr talks - finally a jj ficcc!!

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[rafesangelita]

okayyy so i have a pervybsf!jj x sheep!reader req in queue to post tonight, and i’m also working on my first fic for this au ♡ i’m hoping to finish it today so i can post it tomorrow!

[webbluvrsugar]

JJ Maybank x unicrush!reader au!

cw: fluff, fools in love, no smut, no use of y/n.

JJ Maybank has been following and watching you around uni for a while now, and you’ve been just pretending you don’t notice his looks for a while, because they are just so obvious.

He always eyes you up from the other side of the room when you’re at a frat party, you’re wearing a tiny dress and he’s dressed all boyish, classic player, those shorts that go to his ankles, that shirt that’s barely buttoned up or maybe a tee, a classic cap thrown backwards over his head, maybe even some rings, his hair all messy, his sweatshirt tossed over his shoulder and he just won’t stop looking at you.

You try to ignore his glances, because he does it all just so shamelessly, even when you’re just talking with your friends, one leg crossed over the other with the red cup on your hands, most times, he’s goofing around with his, sometimes even taking shots, playing some alcohol related game that you don’t know about, always looking back at you when everyone’s clapping and cheering at him, as if trying to impress you.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Even when you’re out of those parties when you think he won’t notice you because well, he’s sober now, he still does, his eyes never leave you, you think that maybe, he does really like you.

You sit down alone at one of the tables from the campus cafe, open your laptop and pull your notebooks out when the waitress brings your coffee.

You start to take notes, JJ’s already noticed that you walked in a few minutes ago, and now that you’re distracted, he excuses himself and walks to you.

“Uhhh… ‘s this seat taken?”

He flashes you a boyish grin, removing his cap and placing it on the table before you even answer, you raise a brow, look him up and down before you nod, and then he seats next to you.

When he notices you’re not making any effort to talk to him, he curses himself, lays against the couch and manspreads right besides you, his eyes flicking between you and his friends before he speaks again anxiously.

“Sooo…” he licks his lips. “Are you studying anything right now orrr…”

His question is a little stupid, maybe even awkward — he can literally see what you’re doing.

“Just taking notes.” You answer, looking back at him.

“Cool, cool…” he mutters, one of his hands running through his hair. “Andddd what is it that you’re drinking?”

“An iced latte.” You speak.

You don’t know what he’s doing, what kind of tactic he’s trying to use on you, but you still play into it, you speak to him, because sure, he may be juuuuust a little stupid, but he’s still attractive, and he’s trying, that counts, it’s already much more than the other guys did for you.

“Aah, never tried that,” he chuckles. “You should try whiskey, helps when you’re studying.”

He jokes and you laugh, a hushed one but it still comes out, a smile plays on your lips and it quickly transfers into his when he sees it’s starting to work out for him.

“At four pm?” You joke back.

“Yeah, tried once, it really worked.” He points to your notebooks. “Was taking notes in the speed of light.” He makes a funny sound effect, it makes you laugh again.

“Didn’t you fail all your exams?” You tease, crossing your arms and turning to look at him.

Good, he already managed to take your attention from your stupid books to him.

“You know that’s — that’s a really good point but,” he pauses, closing your laptop with a finger. “I said I took quick notes not good ones.” He shrugs.

“Reaally convenient.” You roll your eyes, a soft smile escaping the corners of your lips as he sits closer to you.

“Hey, ‘m just telling the truth.”

He raises his arms, defensive, and chuckle, maybe spending time with him is not that bad as you thought earlier. You spend time speaking, getting to know each other better, he flirts with you cause of course he does, and even if it’s cheesy, maybe even goofy, you like his little jokes, his little flirts, the way he pushes your hair behind your ear, pokes you and pinches you in between his phrases, the way he acts like that typical frat boy.

It’s pleasing, comfortable, but it’s getting late, you’ll have to go soon.

“This is really nice, really, but… I have to...” you speak, he interrupts.

“No — no, it’s fine can I just..” he swallows, leans closer. “Can I just have your number?”

A loud laugh escapes you, you quickly cover your mouth, your cheeks flush almost immediately because it looks like you’re making fun of him, but you’re not, it’s just unexpected, JJ could’ve chosen anyone, and he chose you, it’s comical. He stares at you for a while, waits for you to speak when one of his eyebrows raise, you finally make a move to answer his question.

“I.. I’m sorry, y - yes, here you go.” So you give him your number, he smiles like his day just got better, his eyes light up in joy and when you start to walk away after packing your stuff, he quickly starts to fuss around with his clothes, is he — is he taking off his sweatshirt?

“Here, just, just take it, you’re probably gonna be cold and - and I don’t really need it, yeah?”

With a face like that, how could you refuse?