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[nemesyaaa]

JOHN B, YOUR FUCKING TIDDY PLEASE 😙 wish more people will write for john b 😞😞😞

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[drewstarkeyluvbot]

I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY ~ Rafe Cameron

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SMAU AND TEXTS!

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

SUMMARY: You've always been a robust and steady presence in Rafe's life; from toothy, toddler smiles to screaming teenage outbursts , the admiration between you inevitably blossomed. Time passes, emotions evolve, things change, people change , and the line between friendship and the unknown suddenly blurs, making both of you stumble into a state of irreversible circumstances —

— But I love you , I'm sorry

WARNINGS: angst , drinking , cursing , (MORE TO COME!)

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[st4rgiirll]

secret

jj maybank x routledge!reader.

this is heavily inspired by that part in friends where everyone finds out about monica and chandler😭 this is also in little segments for each character finding out.

also, some of the events dont match up to the storyline of the show. i just thought of storylines for this fic and incorporated them into this.

synopsis: jj and reader have had a secret relationship for the past couple months, secret all thanks to the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule. but what if the pogues find out on their own?

you loved jj. truly. the past couple months with him have been amazing, though you both yearned to be able to do this in public. but you wouldnt, not with john b around. sneaking around with jj was fun,

of course it was, but it got repetitive very quickly.

until you got found out.

pope:

hushed giggles and rapid footsteps invaded your bedroom as jj and you rushed inside for some very much needed alone time together, lips crashing together between laughs. your hands wandered his biceps, feeling them flex and twitch under your fingers.

it wasnt long before his hands were on the back of your head, tugging your head closer for another kiss. you resisted, thinking you heard footsteps. he grumbled, trying to pull you closer once more.

“c’mon princess, i havent been able to kiss you all day! let me make up for it now.” he mumbled, lowering his head toward your neck.

he sucked and bit at your neck, soothing the slight sting with a swipe of his tongue. he barely got to touch you today, let alone kiss you! he felt like he was going insane.

“jay- just- someone might be coming.” you mumble lowly, tilting your head up to allow him to kiss your neck.

yeah, so what? your resolve was weak when it came to jj, you couldnt help it.

“you’re paranoid, cupcake. jus’ give papa j some lovin’ yeah?” he grins goofily against the supple skin of your neck.

“y-yeah… you’re right.” you agree, allowing your hand that was previously itching to grip jj’s hair finally doing so.

you allowed jj’s kisses to travel up your neck and to your lips, your tongues immediately fighting for dominance. jj sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, fiddling with your crop top’s straps. he pushed the strap to the side, allowing it to fall off your shoulder.

pope, who’d watched jj walk in your room, had swung the door open to ask jj what he was doing in your room. his jaw had dropped, but jj just smirked. until his brain caught up with what was happening, in which his smirk melted off his face and grew into a more flustered look.

“uhm- jj- y/n-“ pope stumbles over his words, eyes wide in shock.

your own face was complimented by a light tint of pink, your hands now resting on jj’s shoulders rather than in his hair.

“well- w-we can explain.” you say, hopping away from jj’s body.

“we’re kind of, like, seeing eachother… in secret though, so please please please… dont tell anyone, especially not jb.” you explain, your eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“y-yeah, yeah.. okay… how- i mean, how are you two together? why?” pope asks, confused.

“well pope, when two people love eachother-“ jj starts before you smack his chest.

“we got together after the midsummers, to be fair jj was pretty tipsy. but we’re really happy together, and he’s great.” you smile.

“and the sex is just as great-“ jj guffaws before you give him a deadpanned look and his laugh dies into more of an awkward smile.

“im uh, im happy for y’all…” pope says, before shooting us a smile and quickly making a break out of the room.

”god, that was so awkward.” you mutter.

kiara:

the both of you were at an infamous boneyard party, maybe a little too tipsy. neither of you cared very much though, just dancing and having fun with your boyfriend, brother, and friends.

you’d excused yourself to go and grab another drink, jj offering to come with you. he followed behind you like a lost puppy, and once you were far enough away from the others he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“y’know why they call this ‘the boneyard’ baby?” he whispered seductively with an even more seductive laugh.

“no, why?” you bit your lip to supress a smile.

“well, obviously because people’d come here all the time for parties. and y’know what they’d do?” he paused for a moment before continuing.

“they’d bone, baby!” he laughed, pulling your hips closer to his own.

“‘nd i think we should do the same… y’know, continue a legacy or some shit.”

“hmm..” you hum.

“i guess… it wouldnt be a bad idea..” you giggle, turning around and holding his face in your hands and pecking a kiss on his lips.

“mm, good girl.” he grins, his head going straight to your neck to suck hickeys onto the skin there all while being too drunk to care about who would see it in the morning.

you let out an involuntary shiver, your arms wrapping around his neck while your fingers fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“jump.” he mumbles huskily, and of course you comply with that tone of voice.

he catches you in his arms, wrapped around your thighs. he quickly takes you away from prying eyes toward the twinkie, pushing you against the door.

“the things you do to me…” he groans, his hand caressing your thigh.

“y’so pretty baby, cant believe i landed you…” he says in a lovestruck tone, kissing up your neck and eliciting a couple of breathy moans from you.

he pulls you away from the door to pull it open, laying you on the floor of the twinkie. within seconds of shutting the door, his lips are back on you sucking and kissing. his hips rolled against yours as his wandering hands pulled the end of your dress up.

“oh baby, y’soaked through your panties… all this mess f’me?” he smirks, fingers playing with the edge of your panties.

“y-yeah, all f’you jay… please..” you whimper, and of course he cant deny you.

he’s completely pussy whipped, and he doesnt mind admitting it.

“i know baby..” he coos.

“i’ll help you baby, my good girl..” he grunts, unbuckling his belt.

you giggled in excitement as your legs instinctively spread further for him, until the door opened and kie stood there.

you were frozen in shock, this was the second time! jj closed your legs, giving you some sort of dignity.

“kie…” he starts.

“oh my god… john b’s actually going to end you.” the frizzy haired girl muttered.

“what? no he wont, im his best friend. he knows i’ll take good care of her.” he shrugs, though deep down he was worried john b would disapprove.

“please, kie.. dont tell anyone, not even sarah… we’re gonna tell everyone eventually, but just in our own time.” you plead, hoping she’d keep this a secret for our sake.

“okay, fine… but you keep being reckless and everyone will find out on their own.” she said, before grabbing what she needed and shutting the door.

and god, you knew she was right.

cleo:

jj was just working at the shop, stocking shelves and working behind the counter. you were supposed to be doing the same. key word: supposed.

see, you were too busy ogling at jj. i mean, how could you not?! he was a total dreamboat with his fluffy hair, his cargo shorts, those damn sleeveless shirts he always wore that made you want to jump his bones. dont even start with the rings.

you figured you must be ovulating because this never usually was an issue, and the dirty thoughts infiltrating your mind definitely didnt help.

“staring’s rude y’know?” he laughs slightly, not even looking up from whatever he was doing from behind the counter.

“i wasnt staring.” you reply, clearing your throat and starting to stock shelves again.

“right, and im not baked all the time. sweetheart, there’s no shame in drooling.” he snickers.

“i am not drooling.” you had to check your mouth to make sure you really werent drooling, the way you were so distracted with him you werent even sure what was happening around you.

“whatever you say.” he sighs, closing the cash register after counting the money. “c’mere darlin’.”

you didnt even fight it when your legs automatically started moving behind the counter, god you were so down bad. and you didnt even care.

you immediately gripped his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, not able to resist him and his damn kissable lips. he let out a surprised grunt, but kissed you back.

this kiss lasted for a couple minutes, blocking every other thing in the world out. you guys were in your own little bubble.

“whatchu doin’?” cleo’s voice sounds out from infront of the counter.

you quickly jump away from eachother, jj scratching the back of his neck. god this was so embarrassing, you seriously needed to get better at this sneaking around bullshit.

“ah, i see… you guys been mackin’ eachother huh?” the girl grinned.

“glad to see y/n’s finally getting some though.” she winked at you.

“ha ha, funny.” you huff.

“please dont tell anyone..” you ask.

“or do, not like it’d make much of a difference. we’re always getting caught-“ jj gets cut off by a slap to the chest.

“shush jj, she should keep it quiet.” you hiss.

“right, yeah. cleo, keep it quiet.” he says.

“huh. rude boy’s pussy whipped.” she huffs out a laugh, walking out of the shop.

“well- wh- are you gonna keep it quiet?!” jj calls our after cleo but earns no response.

john b & sarah:

jj and you were just cuddling, that was all. nothing more, nothing less. there wasnt any sexual intentions behind it, just some romantic cuddles between lovers. and he’d just been beaten by his dad, again, so he needed some extra loving from his girl.

“he’s an asshole, jay… i hate what he does to you, i wish i could kill ‘im for you..” you say softly, carding your fingers through his soft hair.

“i wouldnt let you do that, cant have my pretty girl goin’ to jail for me.” he smiles, kissing your cheek lovingly.

“mm, you’re so perfect jay.. y’know that?” you ask.

“nah sweetheart, i think you’re the perfect one.. have you looked in the mirror lately? i mean, hot damn.” he grins.

you blush, you were never good at accepting compliments. “jay, stop…” you whine a little, covering your face.

“nuh uh… i wanna see that beautiful face of yours.” he pulls your hands away from your face and pecks the tip of your nose.

“much better.” he smiles.

the door swings open, the exhausted couple - john b and sarah - barging through with their small, 3 year old toddler in tow.

“yo jayj, can-“ john b’s voice dies out in shock.

“what the fuck man?!” his voice rings out, sarah placing a hand on his bicep to ground him and remind him of his son still in the room.

“you’re macking my sister?!” john b huffs, the vein in his neck popping out in anger.

“john b- i-it isnt what you think! we arent.. macking! okay?!” you get up to stand infront of john b, blocking his view of jj.

“john b.. we’re dating, jj’s my boyfriend-“

“wow! that’s supposed to make it better?! you’re supposed to tell me, y/n! and jj! my best friend man, what the hell?! could’ve atleast asked for my permission!” john b was so angry, he just wanted the best for his baby sister, wanted to protect her.

he really wasnt ready to see her getting into relationships, having to let her go and be protected by some other guy who wasnt him. a guy who could hurt his baby sister.

“he doesnt need your permission! im my own person okay?! if there’s anyone you can trust with protecting me, its jj! you know that! he’s as loyal as a damn golden retriever!” you defended jj.

it seemed to calm john b a little, sarah was outside the bedroom so the little guy didnt hear the ruckus.

“yeah… god, yeah you’re right… i just- i dont want you to stop being my baby sister, i wanna be able to be the one you always come to when something’s wrong.. i wanna protect you.” john b says softly, he was used to having to protect you since dad had gone to find the royal merchant, and was now dead.

“i know… and you still can okay? you and jj can be like- like guard dogs, huh?” you giggle.

“john b.. man, i love her.. i really do. she’s everything to me. you can trust me.” jj reassures.

sarah comes back into the room once she hears the calm talking between you all, little baby jesse john routledge, or jj as everyone called him, following with a smile.

“so… you two huh?” sarah wiggles her eyebrows, grinning.

“yeah…” you smile, blushing slightly.

“well, i guess… i approve, but if you hurt her maybank-“ john b starts.

“you’ll kill me, i know. i’d kick myself over and over if i ever hurt her, before you could even kill me.” he sincerely reassures.

“well, now that’s over… could you watch jesse for us? we gotta go help out around the store…” sarah asks.

“sure, we’ll look after him.” you smile, picking little jesse up.

jj looks at you with the utmost love in his eyes, and john b knew he’d made a good choice trusting jj with you. john b could see how in love the maybank boy was, it was a look unlike any he’d ever seen on the boys face, and if you knew jj, you knew he was a facially expressive person.

john b smiled, ushering sarah out the door and closing it behind him. all he heard as they left were giggles from the three of us.

[mayanneaa]

sneaking around the christmas tree - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

PAIRING : jj maybank x reader

SUMMARY : you catch jj trying to open the christmas presents at 3 a.m.

WARNING(S) : none! not proofread

A/N : yall i started writing when it was sunny then it snowed and its sunny again its almost Christmas with NO SNOW?!! (dividers by @roseraris)

WC : 0.6k

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You stir under the three layers of blankets, woken up by the creaking floor of the Chateau. JJ’s warmth, earlier centrally on top of you, is gone. You huff as you sit up, only to notice your boyfriend’s not in the bed.

You grab one of the blankets, your mind and movement still heavy with sleep, and quietly leave the guest room.

The whole house still smells of gingerbreads. Christmas is only hours away, so all of you decided to get the Chateau ready. You and Kie spent most of the time putting on the decorations, while Sarah and Pope prepared the food. As for John B. and JJ… they were supposed to find some pretty ornaments and a Christmas tree.

You walk through the dark room, following the sound. You see a moving light around the corner, next to the tree. There's a rustle of papers, and you grimace.

"Shit..."

A voice appears, making you hold back a laugh. When you come even closer, you spot the intruder—too focused to even notice you right behind his back.

JJ's sitting on the floor, checking all the gifts under the tree. He helps himself with his phone's flashlight, chaotically trying to find the boxes addressed to him. To your surprise, nothing's torn apart yet.

You stand there, watching him with an amused look, and once he finds the one dedicated to him, you nudge his back with your foot.

He jumps up screaming, the gift falling out of his lap. You can’t hold it in anymore— a laugh escapes your lips, cutting through JJ’s heavy breathing.

“Shut up, you’re gonna wake everybody up!” you whisper, covering your mouth. He puts a hand on his heart and gives you a hhh look.

“It’s not funny!” JJ snarls, praying you don’t see how red his face is in the moonlit room.

“It’s hilarious. Even my little cousins are patient enough to wait until the morning!”

He rolls his eyes and gets up, a shiver crawling down his spine as he comes up to you and nudges your arm, wanting you to cover him with the blanket too. You giggle as you do so.

“It’s not fair,” You hear his muffled voice through your hair, “I get up, sit on the cold ass floor for this long only for you to scold me? Where’s the good Christmas spirit?”

You snort into his chest, pushing him out of the room. “Get out.”

The next morning comes by, the chatter filled with excitement waking you and JJ. He groans into your neck, but as soon as he hears Kie says “presents”, he's already on his feet, running to the living room.

Everyone is surrounding the tree. Sarah and John B. are cuddling on the couch, and Kie is pacing around while Pope is curled up on the floor.

JJ quickly settles next to Pope, pulling you with him. When everyone's ready, Kiara kneels next to the big pile of gifts.

You all agreed to do a Secret Santa: Kiara drew your name, you drew Pope's, Pope drew John B.'s, John B. drew JJ's, JJ drew Sarah's, and Sarah drew Kiara's.

For Pope, you decided a little telescope kit would be perfect. He's been discussing spotting some constellations in the Outer Banks for a while now. You neatly wrapped it in maroon paper, with a golden ribbon.

"Alright, so who's going first?" Kie asks with her hands on her hips.

JJ's quick to put up his arm, but you smash it down halfway in the air. He looks at you with a frown, pouting his lips.

"Karma," you whisper, "You don't want me to rat you out, do ya?"

He rolls his eyes but stays quiet. You can see his leg bouncing, unable to wait any longer, and you can't help but smile. Seeing him so happy, surrounded by all your friends, makes you realize just how much these moments matter. After everything, this is where you belong. With these people, in this place.

"What?" He catches your gaze, and you don't even try to hide it.

"Nothing, Jay. Merry Christmas."

[neddie97cherry]

Pookie

JJ MAYBANK + the pookie shirt

[love4pascal]

Instagram post with bsf!Rafe: Part two!

Part one here!

An: i did not think I’d make a part two but here it is! I hope you enjoyed! 💗

[fantasydreamland]

Outer Banks Boys

Kinks~

John B - public sex kink

John B loves the thrill of taking you anywhere anytime. It’s never usually planned but in the heat of the moment he can’t resist taking you right there in the Twinkie or lifting you up against the nearest wall or bending you over the nearest furniture and pounding into you.

JJ - mommy kink

The absence of JJ’s own mom has caused him to have a slight mommy kink, though he would never admit it. He secretly loves when you boss him around in bed (or out of bed). He’s obsessed with your breasts, always resting his head, grabbing, or sucking on them.

Pope - food kink

Pope loves to bring food into the bedroom. You licked whipped cream off him once and he went crazy for it. Now all he can think about is your tongue all over him or covering you in melted chocolate and licking every inch of you clean.

Rafe - dom/sub kink

Rafe loves to be dominant, in and out of bed, and loves watching you submit to him. He loves to order you around, onto your knees or telling you to strip off your clothes and lay in bed for him. He hates when you’re defiant and will spank you, hard.

Topper - praise kink

Topper loves to be praised. Whether you’re telling him you’re proud of him or in bed whispering in his ear how good he feels inside you. He also loves to give praise. Whether he’s telling you how beautiful you look or groaning in your ear how well you’re taking him.

tysm for this request~ I hope this was good!

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[cameronsprincess]

ahhhh thank you for this babe! i love your feedback, this made me smile so big🥰🥰🤍 i also loooove being called princess, it’s so cute and sweet and AHHHHH. thank you for reading and sharing, princess😉🤍

ᰔᩚ Day Two of Slutmas// Silent Night — J.M

Your stalker, JJ, finally makes his move.

CW: smut! 18+ only! dubcon! dacryphilia, stalker!jj, dark!jj, choking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, praise and slight degrading.

slutmas masterlist -> moodboard for this au

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Thump.

The loud sound of something hitting the floor downstairs has you springing up in bed, fingers tightly gripping your comforter and pulling it higher up your body.

Your heart pounds in your chest, palms clammy and shaking uncontrollably. A look out your bedroom window shows it’s still dark out, the only thing visible is the light snowfall that’s barely illuminated by the dim street light outside.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heavy footsteps are heard making their way up the stairs. You shove your comforter off your body, softly climbing out of bed and making your way into the en-suite bathroom, softly shutting the door and locking it before pressing your back against the cool, white-painted wood.

It’s him. It has to be him. You’ve known he was watching you for months now, but you never really cared to tell anyone or do anything about it. You actually kind of loved the idea that someone was so obsessed with you they couldn’t help but watch you.

He’d never made a move, until tonight that is. He’d left small gifts here and there, bouquets of beautiful white tulips, your favorite bottle of wine every now and again, cute lingerie sets that you couldn’t help but put on and walk around your house in, hoping he was watching.

Your bedroom door creaks open, the eerie sound sending goosebumps down your arms and legs. Your nipples harden as your breathing picks up, but you’re surprisingly not scared, more so turned on.

“Princess… I know you’re here… The bed still smells like you.”

The sound of his light steps trekking throughout your bedroom have your heart rate spiking. You hear him opening the drawers of your dresser and nightstand, slamming each one shut. The sound of your closet door opening has you sucking in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as you listen to the sound of his whistling as he pushes through your clothes.

His low, raspy voice follows seconds later, your pussy throbbing at his words.

“You better hope I don’t find you, princess… Because if I do, you’re mine to use,” He pauses, your closet door slamming shut before his footsteps get closer to the bathroom door. You’re holding your breath, unsure of why you’re still hiding from him, but also remembering he’s your stalker.. Letting him find you wouldn’t be smart, right? “I know you’re in here, princess. Open the door f’me, alright?”

You don’t speak, you don’t breathe. You’re frozen in fear, your mind racing at the things he’d do to you if he got his hands on you.

A shrill scream escapes you when the bathroom door rattles, the weight of his body being thrown into it over and over again. You slowly back away from the door, tears slipping past your lower lashes as the man on the other side tries to force his way inside. Your entire body is buzzing, multiple feelings rushing through you as he continues to smash his body into the door.

The wood splinters behind his weight, the door giving way to the constant slam of his shoulder ramming into it. A loud crack sounds through the bathroom, the door finally giving in and shattering into pieces, sharp white-painted wood pieces falling at your feet. The man straightens his spine, head cocked to the side, unruly strands of blond hair falling in his face— a face you know all too well… JJ Maybank.

“Why’d you have to make me do that, baby? Hmm?” he asks, his steps slow and sure as he makes his way toward you. “I was gonna be nice, be gentle with you… But now, I’m gonna be everything but.”

You choke out a sob, your hand pressed firmly against your mouth as you continue to back away from him. You reach the end of the room, your back hitting the wall at the far end of the small space. JJ is on you in a flash, his large, ringed fingers curling around your throat as he pushes your head into the wall, his face leaning in so close to yours you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“Surprised it’s me? You know, if you’d just paid the slightest bit of attention, you’d know I was in love with you…” He pauses, running his nose up the side of your face, breathing in your scent. “But you’re so fucking dense… So clueless sometimes, it pains me, really…”

More thick, hot tears slide down your cheeks, and JJ groans at the sight. His tongue darts out, licking up the salty tears.

“That’s it, cry for me, baby. I fuckin’ love to see you cry.”

He presses himself into you, the hard ridges of his erection pressing into your clothed core. You whimper, your pussy pulsing when you feel just how hard he is… For you. It should repulse you, you should hate him right now, but your mind is reeling with thoughts of his cock down your throat, buried deep inside your drenched pussy…

“You thinking of how good it’s gonna feel when I choke you with my dick? How good it’s gonna feel when I finally bury myself inside this pretty fuckin’ pussy?” JJ rasps, his free hand finding your covered core, cupping it and teasing your clit through the silk fabric.

“JJ..” you breathe out, slowly giving up any fight you had in you. Your muscles relax, your entire body melting into JJ’s hands. The hand around your throat tightens, his other hand playing with your pussy. He lets out a low groan, clicking his tongue when he feels your arousal seeping through the silk.

“You’re so wet, princess… Does having your stalker— who happens to be someone you’ve known your entire life— break into your house and tell you all the nasty things he’s going to do to you make you this wet? Is it the thrill of it all that turns you on, princess? ” He pulls his hand from between your legs, shoving it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers instantly moving to your slick folds. He runs two fingers through your folds, groaning again as he gathers your arousal on his fingers. “Or are you just a filthy fucking slut who loves to be fucked, no matter who it is?”

Anger rushes through you at his degrading words, but before you have time to even react, he’s pulling his hands from inside your shorts, yanking you off the wall by your throat, squeezing at your neck tighter as he drags you through the bathroom and back into your room. He tosses you down onto your mattress, and you scramble backwards, trying to get away, but it’s no use, JJ’s too quick, his body weight pressing into you, keeping you in place.

“Don’t even think about fucking moving, do you understand?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, more tears rolling down your face. You should try to stop him, but the larger part of you doesn’t even want to. You want JJ to claim you, you want him to do whatever he pleases with you. This side of him is unlike anything you’ve seen before, —so used to the sweet, loving and kind JJ— and you’re shamefully enjoying it.

JJ’s fingers dig into the waistband of your shorts, shoving them down your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath when his fingers find your pussy, his long, thick digits slowly running through your slick folds. He finds your clit, applying a slight amount of pressure to it and rubbing lazy circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.

“God, I bet you taste so fucking sweet… Let’s find out, yeah?”

JJ removes his hand from between your legs, pushing your body up the mattress and spreading your thighs wide open for him. He tucks his legs underneath his stomach, both his hands on each of your thighs, keeping you open for him. He spits down on your clit, both of you watching as it slowly drips down your pussy.

He lowers his head, his tongue slowly pushing into your drenched hole before he runs it up the length of your pussy, ending at your clit. Pulling back, he leaves a soft kiss on your swollen bud, groaning when a shudder rushes through you.

“So sweet, just like I knew you’d be…” JJ rasps, lowering his head back down and wrapping his lips around your clit.

Soft moans escape you as JJ licks and sucks at your pussy, eating you like he’s a starved man getting his first meal in weeks. JJ’s groans of approval have your hips bucking, shamelessly grinding your pussy against his face, loving the way his nose bumps against your clit as his tongue fucks your needy hole.

Your hands fly to the back of his head, gripping at his messy blond hair and lightly pulling. JJ lets out a low growl, his tongue slowing its movements. He lifts his head, his pupils blown, an almost carnal expression on his face as he eyes you.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you princess?”

You whimper, needing his mouth back on your pussy. You open your mouth to beg him for more, but JJ’s low voice has you quickly shutting it.

“You want me to fuck you? Need me to stretch this pretty pussy out with my cock while you beg me to fill you with my cum?” He runs a hand up the side of your neck, his ringed fingers tightly wrapping around your throat and squeezing. “You’d like that, huh? My cum filling this little cunt, putting a baby in you so you can’t ever escape me.”

Tears begin to fill your eyes, burning as you try and force them away. JJ’s hand squeezes tighter, reveling in the feel of your pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingers. He finally loosens his hold, leaning down and licking at the tears you hadn’t realized slipped past your lower lashes.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock inside you, that you want my cum dripping down these perfect fuckin’ thighs.”

You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before popping them back open, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “Y-Yes… Please?”

JJ tsks. “Words, princess. Tell me what you want, what you need.”

“I need… I need your cock inside me, J. Wanna feel you split me in half… Need to feel your cum dripping from my pussy, please? Please, J.”

You swear his eyes grow darker, a low growl pulled from deep inside his chest as he pushes himself off you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he strips himself of his clothes. Once he’s completely naked, your eyes nearly pop out of your head, seeing his long and thick cock bobbing, a bead of precum already leaking from his swollen tip.

You swallow thickly, your mouth all of a sudden dry and the room feeling ten degrees warmer. JJ was fucking huge. He wraps a hand around his thick length, thumbing at the precum and spreading it around the head of his dick. You watch intently as he spits down onto his shaft, groaning at the pleasure that rushes through him when his hand begins making slow jerking movements.

“You know how long I’ve waited on this moment? How long I’ve waited to feel your pretty cunt wrapped tightly around my dick? Too long, princess.”

JJ climbs into the bed, the mattress dipping and creaking beneath his weight. He continues to slowly thrust his cock into his hand, his eyes never leaving yours, a slow grin titling his lips.

He presses a hand against your chest, pushing you back until your head hits the pillows. You gasp, his free hand now moving to your thighs, roughly spreading them apart. He lines himself with your dripping center, pressing his tip against your hole. You can’t contain your moans, the feeling of his tip slowly pushing into you sending waves of pleasure rushing through your veins.

JJ pushes himself inside you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s fully inside you. He holds himself still, his cock buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against your ass. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby… So tight and wet.” He slowly pulls back, leaving only the tip inside before he slams his hips forward again. Your arms fly around his neck, nails digging into the tanned skin of his shoulders. He hisses in a breath when your nails break skin, but he shakes away the pain, his hip’s finding a steady rhythm.

He props himself on his forearms, his hands finding the back of your head and gripping at your messy strands harshly, tugging your neck up and forcing your eyes between your bodies. “Watch it, baby, watch how my cock slides in and out of your greedy little cunt so easily. Look how she grips my cock, like she was fuckin’ made for me.” He groans, continuing his brutal thrusts.

Your eyes watch shamelessly, loving the way his cock would disappear inside you, loving the way you gripped at him when he’d pull back. JJ’s fingers tighten in your hair before he loosens his hold, letting your head drop back into the pillows. He places his hands firmly on the mattress, pushing himself up as the pace of his hips. A string of curses and moans flow past your lips with each thrust of his cock, his swollen tip hitting your g-spot with each inward thrust. You cry out his name, warmth coiling at the base of your belly, your clit pulsing as your walls flutter around JJ’s dick.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, J… Please? Can I cum..” you beg, tears filling your eyes again as blinding pleasure threatens to burst from you.

JJ grins down at you, his hips slowing and rolling into yours. “Sound so pretty when you beg me to cum.. Tell me you’re mine, and you can come f’me.”

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, and JJ doesn’t miss the opportunity to lick them from your face again. He groans and your pussy clenches around him again. JJ’s right hand lifts off the mattress, finding your throat and squeezing at it tightly, “Say it! Say you’re mine, princess! S’all I wanna hear.”

A whimper escapes you, your lips parting as the band threatens to snap, “I’m yours, J!” You cry out.

He lets out a low growl, a newfound possessiveness rushing through him at hearing the words come out of your mouth, “Such a good girl, go on, come for me, baby. ‘M right behind you…”

JJ’s praise and approval were all you needed to hear, bright white light clouds your vision, toes curling as your nails drag down his back, your release bursting from you in long waves. JJ pounds into you harder, the sound of his cock pushing and pulling from you mixed with his grunts and your cries fill the space of your bedroom. His balls draw tight, dick twitching inside you before he’s filling your pussy with his cum in long spurts.

He pulls himself from inside you, sitting on his knees as he watches a thick glob of cum seep from your abused hole. He lets out a groan, climbing on top of you and pressing a long kiss to your lips.

“You’re mine now. No more games, no more excuses. All. Fucking. Mine.”

🎄❤️

tagging some moots: @nemesyaaa @starkeysbabygirl @starkeysprincess @cameronwillow @bloodibambiidoll @rafeyscurtainbangs @rafesthroatbaby @oceandriveab @maybankslover @maybanksangel @redhead1180 @zya8tracks @drewsephrry @httpsdrewstarkey

[jjsloverre]

Fetish

summary: jj is utterly obsessed with you, your love, your everything. and even when you fight and push him away, he’ll always be back to you.

warnings: insecure!reader, reassuring!jj, cussing, fluff, mentions of a breakup, cuddling, smut, fingering & i think that’s it!

“hey pretty, what’s got you so down?” jj says confused. i’ve been ignoring him all day, thinking of a good reason on why you were doing so. and the truth was, i were just insecure that i wasn’t good enough for him or his love. he overwhelmed me with love and affection and it just scared me completely.

i finally look up at him wiping my tears. “jj, i just feel like i can’t love you the way you love me, like we should just end it before i hurt you.” surprisingly, he gives me the sweetest look in history. he sat me down on his lap and rubs my back. “baby i like being with you alright? doesn’t matter as long as you know in your heart that you love me yeah?”

his words made my heart flutter. he really loved me, i get onto the bed. “can we cuddle jayj?” he didn’t hesitate to join me and wrap his strong arms around me. “how could i ever deny your beautiful self?” i love you” i say softly. he turns my body toward his face. “i love you more y/n. how about i show you how much i love you?” my stomach was doing backflips while he kissed my neck and pulled my pajama shorts down, along with my panties. “fuck you’re soaked, may i?” at my nod, he slips a finger knuckle deep inside me. i let out a soft whimper then he adds a second finger. “there’s my girl, i wanna hear those noises.”

i moan louder as he continues to pump his fingers faster and faster. and just like that, the knot in my stomach snapped and i came on his fingers. “fuck baby you’re tight. he pulls his fingers out slowly and licks them clean. “you’re delicious mama.”

he pulls me onto his chest and rubs the back of my head. “i love you baby, and always remember, i’ll always be here for you yeah? no matter what. i’m in love with you and i’m so happy that you’re my girlfriend. i don’t ever want you to think you’re not enough for me alright? you’re my everything, you’re like my fetish.” i lean up to peck his lips. “i love you so much more jj! thank you for loving me and being with me.” jj rubbed my lower back as he spoke. “always mama, you’re my girl, always and forever.”

[yourivyygrow]

COUNTING SUMMERS | jj maybank

in which your life is pretty boring and miserable, but gets a whole lot more interesting when you pick up a compass in an antique shop that drags you into the outer banks. but not the ones in your world.

or... you warp into your new tv show obsession and chaos ensues.

an isekai obx serie rewrite, 'cause we all need some self-indulgent extravaganza!

. . . INFOS

everyone is aged up to 18 cause it feels icky to write otherwise, plus i never really considered 'em teenagers in s1? they all look 25

english is not my first language so i apologize for typos

apart from a backstory in order for the whole thing to make sense y/n is a blank canvas!

reality-traveling in this show has been a 100% inspired by outlander, if there's some similarities that's why

this fic is written for fun and is meant to be read for fun, it's really self-indulgent and meant to be a little silly and out-here!

if you want to be put on the taglist, send an ask with your user or comment here!

THE PULL OF THE TIDE, book one

szn one ﾉ where the current takes us

. . . falling asleep on a beach wasn't exactly unheard of. waking up on said beach but in a whole other place, though, was more uncommon. especially because kildare island was not supposed to be real, and the sarah cameron standing in front of you even less.

being swept in your favorite tv show wasn't on your to-do list and you have to find a way to go back before you mess the storyline up. but things becomes significantly harder when people start to feel like destiny in the shape of strangers.

in which a compass rewrites reality, a girl discovers the weight of belonging, and the outer banks may hold more than just treasure. 

MAIN MASTERLIST ─ 00. siren song, 01. deny, deny, deny, 02. sweet agatha, 03. mystery girl, 04. shoot your shot, 05. what goes around, comes around, 06. reality check, 07. the meaning of belonging, MORE TO COME!

EXTRA CONTENT ─ none yet.

[nickeverdeen]

Hi! Can I ask for male OBX characters walking in on their S/O changing?

Male Outer Banks characters walking in on their lover changing

JJ Maybank

JJ walks in with his usual chaotic energy, stops dead in his tracks, and just stares for a second before realizing what’s happening

He’ll quickly cover his eyes with his hands but peeks through his fingers, joking, “I’m being respectful! Totally didn’t see anything.”

JJ does a dramatic spin to face the other way, arms wide, like he’s trying to give you privacy but still wants to be funny

He’ll leave the room but stick his head back in to say, “Let me know when I can come back!” before finally closing the door

Later, he apologizes in his own way, which usually means awkwardly trying to make it up to you with snacks or jokes

“If you need help picking an outfit, I’m available,”

While he plays it cool, he’s 100% thinking about how good you looked the whole time he’s teasing you

Blames you for no reason

“How was I supposed to know you’d be in the middle of changing? You could’ve shouted or something!”

He’ll casually wrap an arm around you later, as if the earlier incident never happened, but it’s just an excuse to be closer

If you tease him back, he’ll actually get a bit shy and avoid eye contact for a few minutes

“You’ll never guess what happened,” he tells John B later, laughing about the whole situation

After the incident, JJ makes a big show of knocking loudly

Once he’s done joking, JJ makes sure you’re not upset

John B Routledge

John B quickly slams the door halfway closed, peeking around it awkwardly to apologize

He instinctively throws his hands over his face, muttering, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see anything!”

“I should’ve knocked—this is totally on me,”

He might stand there for a second too long, trying to process the situation before his brain kicks in to leave

Gets a bit playfully defensive

“Hey, you can’t blame me for this one! You should’ve locked the door!”

John B is respectful and leaves almost immediately, but you can hear him chuckling outside the door

“We’re cool, right? You’re not mad at me or anything?”

He starts loudly announcing, “Coming in!” every time he enters a room after that

Even if he acts cool, his mind replays the moment all day, making him blush when he thinks about it

He’ll sit on the porch later, wondering if he made you uncomfortable and how to make it right

He starts knocking on every door, even when it’s unnecessary, like when you’re in the kitchen

John B makes sure you know he didn’t mean to invade your privacy and promises to be more careful

Pope Hayward

Pope’s face goes red instantly, and he stammers out, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” before slamming the door shut

He spends the next five minutes pacing outside the door, shouting apologies through it

Even after he leaves, his face stays red, and he avoids eye contact for the rest of the day

Pope knocks on your door every single time after that, even if you’re in the middle of talking to him

“Why didn’t I knock? I always knock! What’s wrong with me?”

He’s extra careful not to look at you for a while, worried you’re upset with him

Pope spends hours analyzing whether you’re mad, embarrassed, or fine with it

If you tease him about it, he’ll stammer and go bright red all over again

“I swear I wasn’t trying to, like, spy or anything. It was just bad timing!”

Pope becomes hyper-aware of your privacy, going out of his way to give you space

He genuinely feels terrible about the situation and checks in later to make sure you’re okay

Unlike JJ, Pope doesn’t tell anyone about the incident, not even the other Pogues

Rafe Cameron

Rafe stops mid-step, his eyes widening as he realizes what’s happening, but he doesn’t look away fast enough

“Uh… I—wow—uh, sorry!” he stammers, quickly turning around but clearly flustered.

Even while apologizing, there’s a little smirk on his face because, well, he’s Rafe

He steps out of the room but keeps the door slightly ajar, peeking back in

Rafe tries to act casual, leaning against the doorframe afterward like it’s no big deal, though his ears are pink

He’ll later casually ask, “You mad at me for that, or are we good?” just to make sure you’re okay.

“Sorry… but maybe lock the door next time?”

Rafe takes his time leaving, pretending to adjust something in the room as an excuse to stay for a few extra seconds

He’ll be distracted for the rest of the day, replaying the moment in his mind with a small grin

If it’s just him and Topper, he might casually brag about it

[nemesyaaa]

pope heyward saying baby 😙😙😙😙

OUTER BANKS: s4e1 the enduro

if the business starts failing, the sharks start circling, all right?

[limeskye]

We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

The space between

Chapter two: “Kook Life”

ALL RIGHTS TO NETFLIX AND OUTERBANKS

Warnings!: Mentions of violence and fighting! Water boarding and gun violence in this chapter! Please read at your own caution!

I’m thinking of making a taglist! Please comment if you’d like to be on it!

Wattpad:yourgentlegirlfriend

The hurricane hit hard. Nothing that Eves family had ever experienced before, a storm they would not have been able to weather if it wasn’t for Ward Cameron.

Eve felt guilty, a weird feeling constantly stirring in her stomach about the man. Mainly because her father always was willing to talk about work, his work is his pride, his joy, he always is talking about something he’s working on. But since they moved here, he’s been silent, constantly out and around town. Its odd considering he doesn’t even make time for his family anymore.

When the hurricane hit though he was forced to, the front door creaked open, echoing through the whole house.

Eve stood up, fanning herself as she hurried out her bedroom door to see her dad put down a bag of groceries, her hands shoved in her pockets as she walked to the counter and pulled herself up onto it.

“So… How long did they say the power was going to be cut?”

Carlos sighed, shoving all the bread and canned foods into the cabinet- not a good sign.

“They said they have no clue. I went to look at the price of a generator, wondering if I could pull out a loan for one but they are over twenty thousand dollars.”

One thing Eve hated was seeing her dad stressed, she frowned, her legs swinging slightly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Why don’t you ask Ward?”

Just as she thought, her dad shot her a dirty look, shaking his head.

“We don’t do handouts in this family, Evelyn and you know that.”

Eve looked down at her legs, putting her hands up in defense at the sound of her full name.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry.”

Carlos walked away down the hall, Eve flinching as the garage door slammed. She hated that she couldn’t help, getting a job in the area was almost impossible. Thankfully they’d been here a month now so it wasn’t as horrible as the first week.

Sarah had invited her over to her house, telling her she could shower and stay at hers till some party at the beach. She claimed it was a tradition.

Finally understanding what Kooks and Pogues meant, she hated it. She knew that economical standpoints were definitely noticeable but to separate them completely? Sarah didn’t agree either thankfully or she wouldn’t even associate with her.

The only reason she hangs around Topper and all of them was for Sarah. Sarah was truthfully the first real friend she’s ever had, she understood her in a way nobody ever has.

Having a dad who is so business oriented and two siblings, absent mother type of thing, Sarah was always her shoulder to cry on. Even though it had only been a month the two were super close.

Eve dug through her drawers, holding her bag in one hand as she shoved some shorts and a bathing suit top, into it followed by a pair of pajama pants and a random shirt.

“Where are you going?”

Eves mom, Jessica asked. Holding a basket of clean water she had saved before the hurricane.

“Dad already said I can go. I’m going to hang out with Sarah.”

Jessica wanted to snap back but knew if Carlos heard she would’ve gotten an ear full. Eve zipped up her backpack as she watched her mom walk away, a sigh of relief leaving her as she slipped the backpack on and hurried out the front door.

Carlos said no using the truck so they could save gas till everything was normal again, so the walk to Sarah’s was pretty far. Her hands gripped at the straps of her backpack as she walked up the dirt road, humming a soft tune.

The walk took her much longer than it should’ve, finally making it to the Cameron’s house, Eve scratched her head as she pushed open the front door. Their lights were on, what, they had a generator?

For once she used the term Kooks in her head. She jogged up the steps and down the long winding hallway and to Sarah’s room, seeing the note on her bed that said she went out for errands and that the phone didn’t work so she couldn’t call to tell her, but to go sit on the boat till she gets back.

Eve sighed and looked out Sarah’s window to see the long dock to the boat. She tugged her shirt off and put her bathing suit top on before she walked back down the steps, almost falling as Rafe met halfway at the staircase.

“Woah slow your roll, going down way too fast.”

Rafe. Great. The last the two had spoken was at the party the night of the dinner, and it ended in her arguing with him on the porch, and thankfully Topper and Sarah stepped in to stop it or she was confident she would’ve beat his ass.

“Nice to see you Rafe.”

“You mooching off us? Because Sarah’s not home..”

Eve rolled her eyes and went to push past him, Rafe stepped sideways, his arm brushing against the railing of the stairs as he blocked her path.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Or are you too busy pretending you don’t hate it here?”

Eve froze, feeling her patience wearing thin. She took a step back, crossing her arms.

“I’m not pretending anything. And if I wanted to mooch, I’d ask Ward for a generator like the rest of this town probably does.”

The smirk faded from Rafe’s face, replaced by something colder and sharper. “Careful, California. You’re out of your element.”

Eve tilted her head, the mocking nickname grating on her nerves. “You think I care? Sarah invited me. So, if you’ve got a problem, take it up with her.”

Rafe chuckled, low and humorless, leaning in slightly as he spoke. “You know, it’s cute how you think Sarah’s on your side. You’re just a fun little project for her. She’ll get bored eventually.”

That struck a nerve. Eve’s fists clenched at her sides, but instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, she forced herself to laugh, her hand tapping at his shoulder as she nodded her head.

“Thanks for your insight Rafe.”

Eve smiled at him, her nose scrunching slightly as she hurried down the steps, walking out the back door, she hadn’t been on a boat for years

Stepping into the boat, Eve let out an audible sigh of relief as the cool air conditioning hit her heated skin. The sensation didn’t last long though, her eyes landed on someone standing in the middle of the cabin, a boy? or maybe a man? Frozen mid-action with scuba gear in his hands.

They locked eyes, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

“Uh, hey”

He spoke, finally breaking the silence.

“Hi?”

Eve replied her confusion was obvious as her gaze flicked from his face to the scuba gear he clutched awkwardly.

He hesitated before quickly setting the gear down and extending a hand.

“I’m John B. I work for Ward. I, uh, clean the boat.”

The silence that followed was more than uncomfortable, and Eve shifted on her feet before he thankfully spoke again.

“You new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“Yes.”

The girl said with a small shrug as she sank down into the couch, letting the cool air hit her overly flushed skin.

“Guess I don’t exactly blend in.”

John B chuckled, a genuine, easy laugh that made her crack a small smile. He pulled the scuba tanks over his shoulder, nodding toward her.

“I’ve gotta fill these up for Ward, but it was nice meeting you, Eve.”

“You too,”

She replied, trying not to sound like she was extremely suspicious watching him as he headed out the door.

The longer she sat in the AC, the more she felt herself drifting into sleep, her legs draping over the couch arm as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Sorry, God downtown is packed.”

Sarah’s voice made Eve shoot back up, rubbing her eyes as she looked over to see Sarah slipping her sandals off and walking into the cabin of the boat.

The silence lingered as she thought about her altercation with Rafe, her encounter with John B. Her tongue poked at her cheek as she stared out the window as the boat moved with the very soft waves.

“Does he ever let up?”

Eve asked, breaking the longing silence.

“Who? Rafe?”

Sarah asked as she looked out one of the small windows of the boat, seeing Rafe on the porch.

“No. It’s his full time job to be a pain in the ass to every single person in his life.”

Sarah said laughing as she sat down next to Eve, her legs crossing over hers as she looked over at her.

“But I’m sure you’ve noticed that already?”

“Noticed is the light way to put it, more like I’ve endured it already.”

The two laughed for a bit, but suddenly Sarah stared off into the distance and frowned a bit, her head slumping down into her shoulder.

“He wasn’t always a dick. He’s just always angry at everyone, probably mainly at himself.”

Sarah sighed as she looked over at Eve again.

“I get it. My older brother is the same way. It.. lays in the parents- I'm not saying Ward is a bad dad but.. when these things aren’t talked about, it builds up..”

Sarah just nodded, listening to the water splash against the sides of the boat.

“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong here?”

Eve asked, staring up at the ceiling of the cabin, her hands folded on her chest.

“All the time. That’s why I hang out with you, it’s less complicated.”

——————————————————————

The night fell quickly, Eve and Sarah laughing loudly, echoing through the house as Sarah smudged lipgloss on the girl. Eve had somehow been convinced by Sarah to get her makeup done, she did love makeup but it’s expensive to keep up with.

Sarah turned her around in the chair. Eve blinked at herself in the mirror, smiling. It wasn’t a huge noticeable change.

“It’s just some mascara, lipgloss and blush, bringing out your natural beauty of course.”

Eve nodded as Sarah styled her hair for her. Watching as she grabbed her bag ready to leave, She peaked out the window at the sound of a horn, secretly rolling her eyes as she saw Topper showed up to pick the two up.

She would lie to say she was not excited though, she hadn’t built the courage to go down to the beach alone. So she was thankful Sarah was going to be there.

When they arrived, the glow of a bonfire flickered against the sky, laughter and the hum of conversation filling the air. Socializing wasn’t exactly her strong suit, so Eve sat back, finding an empty log near the edge of the group. From her spot, she watched Sarah and Topper mess around, their relationship being a small comfort from the large group of people in front of her.

As her gaze finally left the two, it landed on a group not too far from her. And of course, there was a familiar face—the boy from the boat. John B?

Eve frowned as she watched the night unfold. Sarah and Topper made their way over to the group, and a blonde boy said something that she couldn’t quite hear. The tension was immediate, the lighthearted mood shifting in an instant.

Eve stood, crossing her arms as she slowly moved closer, trying to make any sense of the situation. Her breath caught when she saw Topper shove John B, the confrontation escalating before anyone could stop it.

“Dirty Pogues!”

Topper yelled, his voice dripping with venom.

Eve’s eyes darted between them, her stomach dropping as John B fought back, shoving Topper back. Within seconds, fists were flying, the fight spiraling out of control as Sarah screamed for them to stop.

Her heart raced as she stood still unable to move, her hands gripping her hair in frustration? Fear?. Topper tackled John B, slamming him into the shallow water with a force that made Eve flinch as she watched. Before she could process what was happening, Topper had John B pinned, his hands shoving his head under the water repeatedly

“Sarah! Get your fucking boyfriend!”

Eve shouted, her voice cracking as panic clawed at her chest, tears springing quickly to her eyes.

She bolted forward, desperate to stop Topper from making it even worse, but strong hands grabbed her upper arms, yanking her back just as quickly as she ran forward. She twisted against the grip, her eyes locked on the scene in front of her.

“He’s drowning him!”

She screamed, her voice drowned out by the chaos, watching John B’s friends panic and Sarah crying.

Everyone gasped and fell silent as the Blonde one ran up to the two, holding a gun to Toppers head. She turned her head to see it was Rafe holding her back, her hands flying to her ears as bullets were fired into the air, as the group argued Rafe dragged her from the beach.

As Rafe pulled Eve away from the chaos, she twisted in his grip, panic flashing across her face.

"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to break free, but his hold was firm.

"Stop squirming," Rafe snapped, his tone sharp but not yelling. "You're not getting involved in pogue mess, trust me Im doing you a favor.”

She stumbled slightly as he tugged her farther from the fire and the sound of raised voices. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she barely felt the crunch of sand beneath her feet as Rafe basically dragged her up a small path leading away from the beach.

Eve wrenched her arm free the moment his grip loosened. "What the hell is wrong with you? He was drowning him, Rafe! You’re just gonna let that happen? That’s YOUR friend!”

"Don’t act like you understand how things work here," Rafe shot back, his voice loud, bouncing off the trees surrounding them. "You don’t get it, Eve. You’re not from here. You don’t know what you just walked into."

"Then tell me, Rafe!" she snapped, frustration spilling over. "Explain it to me, because all I see is a bunch of idiots acting like some stupid town rivalry is more important than their lives!”

He let out a sharp breath, running a hand over his face as if trying to keep himself in check. "Look, I didn’t want you caught up in this. That’s why I pulled you out, okay? You should be thanking me like I said."

"Thanking you?" she echoed in disbelief, shaking her head. "You and your friends are fucking insane.”

Rafe stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

"And you’re way in over your head if you think you can just stand there and play referee. Stick to Sarah, Eve. Stay out of this."

She stared up at him, her defiance faltering for a moment under the weight of his gaze. There was something in his tone an unspoken warning, maybe even concern? That made her hesitate.

“Maybe you should get your priorities straight and check on your sister.”

Eve spat as she roughly nudged past him, her heart pounding out of her chest as she walked up the trail and onto the main road. She didn’t care if she didn’t have a ride home, her eyes fixated on the red and blue lights flashing from the opposite direction. This wasn’t her situation, this wasn’t her life, or her stupid rivalry. All she wanted was to be away from the Cameron’s.

[thedowntowncowgirl]

This just looks so JJ to me S1 he’s skinnier (love S2 beefy jayj moment) but he’s more malnourished here, and that’s realistic to his eating habits. Idk but I love it