#Rudy Pankow

[bbyg4rl]

bro manifested cliff casey 😭

[airbiscuitz]

Jj flangst where maybe he doesn’t realize a girl is flirting with him so reader gets upset that he just let a random girl be all over him? And a happy ending pretty please with a cherry on top?

You Should've Known

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Summary: You and JJ Maybank have been together for a while. The kind of couple that makes people believe in love again—until a beach party where JJ’s cluelessness leads to a random girl hanging off him all night while you watch. He thinks it’s nothing. You think it’s everything. The aftermath leads to one teary confrontation, a girls-only heart-to-heart, and a bro talk on the HMS Pogue that finally knocks sense into him. Because JJ might be reckless, but losing you? That’s not something he’s willing to risk.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 10.1k

Warnings: Angst! But with a happy ending, I gotchu guys dw.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟

The bonfire danced, licking the air with embers, painting golden flickers across JJ’s sun-kissed skin. The sound of crashing waves blurred into laughter and music, Pogue-style chaos spinning all around. And you should’ve been enjoying it. You should’ve been leaning into JJ’s shoulder, his arm slung lazily over yours, his smile all yours. But instead, your heart was in your throat as you watched a girl—some girl you didn’t even know—laugh a little too loud at his joke and rest her hand a little too long on his arm.

JJ didn’t pull away.

He didn’t even notice.

You stood a few feet away by the cooler, gripping a red Solo cup so tight it might’ve cracked. Sarah shot you a look from her spot on the blanket with Kie. “Okay,” she said slowly, “is she seriously touching him again?”

“She’s been touching him all night,” you muttered, eyes never leaving the sight of her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning in closer to JJ.

“Okay, but like, she knows he’s with you, right?” Kie asked, visibly annoyed now. “Because the entire island does.”

“She asked me earlier if I was just a friend,” you admitted bitterly, voice quieter now. “And I said no. I said I’m JJ’s girlfriend.”

Kie’s eyes widened. “And she’s still flirting? What the hell!”

“I don’t think he even realizes she’s doing it,” you added, throat tightening. “That’s what makes it worse.”

You didn’t want to feel this way. You didn’t want to be that girl. The jealous one. The insecure one. But the fact was, she was gorgeous and confident and shameless. And JJ—God bless him—was oblivious.

“You want me to throw sand in her drink?” Sarah offered.

“No,” you sighed, voice cracking despite your best effort to stay calm. “I just want him to notice me.”

JJ didn’t notice the fire in your eyes until much later. Not until after the girl had thrown her head back in fake laughter and touched his chest while you walked away, your stomach twisting with every step. Not until you disappeared from view.

“Wait—hey,” he said suddenly, frowning, scanning the beach. “Where’d she go?”

“Who?” the girl giggled. “Your friend?”

He blinked. “My girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

She didn’t say anything else, but the smile dropped off her face. JJ stared after the path you took, heart beginning to pound.

---

You were down by the shoreline, shoes kicked off, toes curling into the wet sand. The stars blurred above you as you blinked back tears, your arms folded tightly over your chest like armor.

You didn’t even hear him approach at first.

“Hey,” JJ said gently.

You didn’t respond.

“Why’d you walk off?” he asked, stepping in front of you. You still didn’t look at him.

“Why do you think?” you asked back, your voice trembling.

JJ blinked. “...Did I do something?”

That broke something in you. You turned sharply toward him, arms falling to your sides.

“JJ, she was all over you tonight. She wouldn’t stop touching you, laughing at everything you said like you were the funniest person alive. I literally told her I was your girlfriend, and she still didn’t stop. And you—you didn’t do a damn thing about it.”

JJ’s expression faltered. “Wait… You’re mad at me?”

Your heart cracked.

“Yes, JJ. I’m mad. I’m hurt. I stood there, watching some random girl flirt with you all night while you smiled and let her. I kept hoping you’d notice me. That you’d look at me like you usually do. But you didn’t.”

He stepped closer. “I didn’t even realize—” trying to hold you, but restrained himself from doing so by playing with his cap instead that he took off.

“Exactly!” you snapped. “You didn’t realize because you weren’t even looking. And I hate how much that hurts me.”

JJ’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

So you took a breath. And then another. And walked away, your voice barely above a whisper as you said:

“I’m going home.”

---

The next morning, sunlight poured through the boathouse windows where you and Sarah had crashed. You were curled up on the couch, staring blankly at your phone. No texts from JJ.

“Still nothing?” Kie asked gently, passing you a glass of water.

You shook your head. “He didn’t even try to explain himself. Not really.”

Sarah flopped next to you with a groan. “He’s so dumb, like impressively dumb. JJ’s not the type to cheat or anything, but he’s also the type to not understand flirting unless it’s, like, spelled out in skywriting.”

“I know,” you whispered. “That’s what makes it hard. He doesn’t mean to hurt me. But he did.”

Kie rubbed your back. “He probably thinks he didn’t do anything wrong because technically, he didn’t cheat. But what he did do was let someone else treat him like he was single while you stood there, invisible. And that’s not okay.”

That cracked your tears loose again.

“I just wanted him to choose me. Without me having to ask.” You helplessly spoke out, breathing out a heavy sign as silence took over the room. Only the sounds of waves crashing together and the sounds of engines coming from boats could be heard, embracing the heaviness that began to reside on your chest.

Then, on the other side of the Cut. The boys have their own definition of "girl talk".

JJ flung himself onto the boat, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. Pope and John B looked up from their fishing rods.

“Okay,” Pope said immediately. “You messed up, didn’t you?”

JJ groaned, face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to.”

John B winced. “It’s never about meaning to. What happened?”

JJ explained the girl. The laughing. The touching. And how he thought nothing of it until his girl walked away from him like he wasn’t worth staying for.

“She told the girl she was my girlfriend,” JJ muttered. “And I still didn’t get it. I just—I didn’t even notice what was happening. I thought we were all just talking.”

John B shook his head. “You’re an idiot.”

Pope nodded. “A lovable idiot, but yeah. She was standing there waiting for you to look at her like you always do. And you didn’t.”

“I don’t want to lose her,” JJ mumbled.

“Then don’t,” John B said simply. “Go show her she matters more than anything.” the boy shrugged his shoulder as if his idea was easier said than done.

"Damn, is this what being in a relationship does to you John B? You acting all smart now and shit?"

John B could only respond by tossing the fish that he caught onto JJ's body, the fish even smacked some sense into him. Physically with the use of its tail. Later that night, JJ was alone in his room, sitting on the edge of his unmade bed, the moon casting silver shadows across the floor. Your absence filled every inch of the space.

His room used to feel chaotic in a comforting way. Surf wax, tattered posters, a laundry pile that could eat a person alive. But now? Now it just felt empty.

He pulled out his phone again. Still no text from you.

He opened your last message from two days ago—the one where you’d sent a blurry picture of the beach at sunset, captioned:

“You and this view. That’s all I need.”

God, he felt sick.

He should’ve told the girl to back off the moment her laugh turned syrupy. He should’ve seen your face that night, your quiet withdrawal. Should’ve followed you when you left the fire.

Instead, he stood there like an idiot, basking in someone else’s attention while you, the person he loved, walked away thinking you weren’t enough.

He slammed the phone down and raked both hands through his hair.

He had to fix this.

No—he wanted to fix this.

---

From the moment his chicken could even release that sound of acting like his alarm. JJ woke up with a plan—and if there was one thing JJ Maybank was good at, it was chaos with a purpose.

He grabbed his board and biked straight to the beach. Not to surf. To think.

To start doing.

Meanwhile, the girls dragged you around Outerbanks the whole day. Spending the day riding around with your bike with Sarah, went beach cleaning with Kie and Cleo, and now you were sipping a milkshake with them at the Wreck when Sarah blinked up, nudging you hard.

“Oh my god.”

“What?” you asked warily.

Kie turned around. “Okay, why is JJ out front with, like, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a literal whiteboard in the other?”

You whipped around in your seat.

Sure enough, there he was. Board shorts, sun-bleached hair, hopeful eyes. And yes, a whiteboard.

“What the hell,” you whispered. But your heart was already hammering.

He saw you through the window and gave a hesitant little wave, biting his lip.

Cleo leaned in. “You want us to kick him out?”

“No,” you said softly, getting up. “I want to hear what he has to say.”

You stepped outside into the bright summer sun, arms folded tightly.

JJ took a deep breath and flipped the whiteboard around. Almost as if he was standing in front of the class to present a project that's about to go wrong. Written in his messy scrawl:

> Top 5 Dumbest Things I’ve Ever Done

#1 — Not noticing she was flirting.

#2 — Not noticing you were hurting.

#3 — Not stopping it.

#4 — Letting you walk away.

#5 — Waiting this long to say something.

You blinked, swallowing hard.

He flipped it again. This side had a new message:

“I don’t care about anyone else. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You stayed quiet, your arms still crossed. Waiting to see what will happen next.

JJ slowly stepped closer, setting the board down and holding out the messiest bouquet you’d ever seen. It was half-wildflowers, half-somehow-palm-leaves. And the stems were tied with fishing line.

“I know I messed up,” he said, eyes searching yours. “I didn’t cheat, but I hurt you. And I hate that I made you feel invisible. Like you weren’t the most important person in the world to me. Because you are.”

You blinked back tears. “You let her hang on you like she had a right to. Like I wasn’t even there.”

JJ’s voice cracked. “I know. And I’ve been beating myself up for it since you walked away. You shouldn’t have to ask to be seen. Not when you’re everything to me.”

You hesitated. “Then why didn’t you say something that night?”

He stepped forward. “Because I didn’t realize I’d screwed up until I saw your eyes. And by then you were gone. And I panicked. And I thought, ‘No way she’ll want me back now.’ But I couldn’t not try.”

He handed you the flowers with trembling fingers. “You don’t have to forgive me right now. I just need you to know—I love you. So much it scares the shit out of me. And I see you. I see you.”

Silence.

Then you whispered, “I wanted you to choose me. And not because I was the only one left.”

JJ’s eyes welled. “I choose you even when the whole world is watching. Even when it’s hard. Even when I’m stupid. I choose you because you're my peace.”

Your chest tightened. “That night… it broke something in me.”

JJ stepped closer, gently cradling your face. “Then let me help fix it. One piece at a time. If you'll let me.”

You stared at him for a long moment. And then finally—finally—you whispered:

“Okay. But I get to hold the whiteboard next time.”

JJ let out a breathless laugh, his forehead pressing to yours. “Deal.”

---

After excusing yourself to the girls who were watching by the window. They gave you claps of encouragement with Sarah's loud sounds of approval, praising and feeling proud of John B who knocked some sense to JJ from the moment they noticed the frowns settling both of your faces.

The two of you sat on the edge of the HMS Pogue, legs dangling over the side, sea breeze tangled in your hair.

JJ’s arm was draped around you, your head tucked beneath his chin.

“You know,” he murmured, “Pope and John B said I was an idiot.”

“You are.”

He smiled. “But… I’m your idiot.”

You glanced up at him. “You better be.”

Silence, sweet and soft and safe.

Then you whispered, “Just promise me next time, you’ll see me.”

JJ kissed your temple. “Baby, you’re the only thing I see.”

And as the boat gently rocked beneath you, and the stars blinked back into the sky, JJ held you like a man who’d almost lost everything—and finally understood how to keep it.

[kissmaybank]

some rudy pankow to cleanse my feed 😩 ୨ৎ

[lmaowhatt]

WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

requested by: anon

hey babe hru, could u write one in wich reader finds that she's pregnant and really freaks out but tries to hide it (they're both teens) cause she doesnt wanna mess up things with jj? and in like a party or a kegger they get drunk and kinda like fight and it slips out of her?? something really angsty and maybe fluffy

tysm i love your work

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of teen pregnancy, drinking, cursing, angst→fluff.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

youd been antsy for a while. it shouldve been a sign that something was wrong. and even though youd convinced yourself for nearly two weeks that you were imagining things, that there was nothing wrong with you. but that thought that it was something more lingered in the back of your head. it nagged at you until you finally listened.

your heart dropped. you were sitting on the floor in the bathroom at the chateau, your back flat against the door, a speck of chipped paint tangling itself in your hair, already messy from how many times youd ran your hand through it to make sure this wasnt a sick joke. you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hands. two pink lines taunting you, the reality setting in that your future was about to change. forever.

you had just turned seventeen around two months ago, and jj was months from turning eighteen. he still reckless and impulsive in a way his charming, caring side barely made up for. in no world were the two of you fit to be parents. not yet at least.

jj was drunk by the time you got there with kiara, whod been the only person you told, simply because she found the box while rummaging in your bathroom counter for a spare deodorant. his shirt was slung over his shoulder, drink full of warm, stale beer in hand, the beer in the cup sloshing around as he moved around the room.

he spotted you from the corner of his eyes and immediately turned, crossing the room over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. just the smell of the beer lingering on his lips made you want to throw up. but you wanted to hang on to that last shred of teenage recklessness you had in you, so you stayed.

despite everything in you telling you to leave because of the pure uneasiness lingering deep in your belly, you stayed. because jj looked so happy. free. you wanted to see what it was like to live like there was nothing on the line, even though nothing could change the permanence of the baby growing in your belly.

a hand moved to your stomach instinctively as you watched jj walk over to a folding table with red solo cups on it. jj grabbed a cup from it, walking back over to you with a smile that wouldve lit up an entire room. your stomach twisted, but you accepted your drink regardless, just holding it, staring down at the contents in the cup like jj had just handed you a cup of poison.

the scent wafted up to your nose and you almost gagged, turning to place the cup on the kitchen island. everything had hit you like a freight train since you found out. the morning sickness, nausea, fatigue, sensitivity to smell, mood swings, all of it.

youd been doing well with managing most of it so far, but with a cup of stale beer and standing in a room full of drunk, sweaty teenagers who had no sense of 'personal bubbles,' everything flared instantly.

jj furrowed his eyebrows, "baby, you okay?" he asked, moving closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. you puffed your cheeks with air, blowing it our slowly with a nod. "yeah, 'm just... feeling sick, i guess," you mumbled, fully acknowledging the fact that you didnt sound believable but choosing to ignore it.

"you sure?" his hand drifting lower, now resting in the small of your back, thumb pressing soothing lines down your hip. "im fine, j," you snapped. "just tired. go have fun," you turned to him with a tight lipped smile, tilting your head to gesture to the drunk crowd of sweaty teenagers gathered in the living room, most swaying offbeat to whatever song was playing.

he narrowed his eyes at you but didnt question it, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before moving to join john b, who now had his shirt on inside out and had somehow managed to climb onto the mantle, cracking a foaming beer open and spraying it onto the crowd, earning a chorus of cheers.

you swallowed your saliva nervously, lifting your shoulder to wipe his wet lip print off your cheek. you glanced around the kitchen, eventually walking over to the cooler with drinks bathing in half melted ice, pulling out a water bottle, twisting it open, and taking as sip as you moved back to where youd been previously.

thats how youd spent most of your time at the party, people watching in between sip of your water, condesation dripping down your wrist if you didnt wipe it off on yur shorts in time, and somehow talking some girl named vanessa out of getting back together with her ex.

it felt as though an hour or two had passed before an even drunker jj approached you, shirt now wrapped around his head like a bandana and that stupid drunk, but in-love smile plastered on his face. "hi, sweet girl," he mumbled,slighty slurring his words as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

he blinked when you turned your head away, kiss landing on your cheek instead. he actually blinked. "hey... whats wrong with ya?" he asked. he didnt mean it with any malicious intent, but there was something deep hidden in his tone that you hadn't expected. you shook your head.

"nothing, jj. i already told you im fine," you murmured back, barely managing to keep eye contact with the guilt swimming deep in your irises. "look at me when youre talking to me." his voice was clipped now, frustration threading itself between his eyebrows. you rubbed a hand down your face, breathing out heavily and turning to face him. "im just tired, jj. that enough for you?"

your voice was laced with a mix of both frustration and the dread that wrapped around your entire body like an invisible rope that kept on tightening no matter how much you tried willing it away. "wheres this attitude comin' from? im just askin' whats wrong," he said with furrowed eyebrows, hands now placed on the fake marble of the kitchen island, arms caging you in.

"im not giving you an attitude, im just answering your question." he cocked an eyebrow, giving you a quick updown. your crossed arms were the thing that gave it away the most. "really? 'cause that mug you got goin' on is saying something else." you huffed, rolling your eyes and droppign your arms to your sides dramatically.

jj narrowed his eyes, the drinks in his system making his actions more noticeable. "okay, the fucks wrong with you," he asked, pushing off the island and placing his hands low at his waist.

"like are you... being dramatic on purpose or some shit?"

you let out a dry laugh, pushing off the counter and heading towards the front door without another word. you heard him call after you, muttering half assed apologies to partygoers he bumped into as he ran after you.

he caught your wrist when you were halfway acorss the front lawn, fully intending to walk home because you just couldnt deal with the bullshit—his bullshit. "the fucks your problem? im trying to ask you whats wrong because that 'nothing, im fine' shit doesnt work for me." he didnt raise his voice, but his tone was firm, he wasnt asking for an answer, he needed one.

you snatched your wrist out of his grip, "because it is nothing! i just dont— i dont know, alright?" he stared blankly. blinked once. then scoffed, "yeah, alright," like he didnt fully believe you. he didnt, was barely trying to. "just be happy and enjoy the fuckin' party then," he mumbled, running a hand throguh his hair, glancing back at the house.

rolling your eyes, you shoved him back once, "im goin' home." he stumbled, just barely catching himself on a truck parked in the driveway. he stared at you, you looked so tense, almost scared, but he just scowled. "youre fuckin' overreacting over nothing, then? just tell me what the fucks' going on!" you two stared at each other, and after a couple moments, when it seemed he was going to turn and leave, you blurted it out.

"im pregnant."

he sobered instantly.

his eyes widened, head jerking forward like he didnt hear you correctly. he rubbed his eyes with his thump and pointer finger, blinking a couple times before a, "excuse me?" slipped out of his mouth. tears pooled in your waterline and you blinked them away before speaking more clearly, "im pregnant." jj nodded slowly, still trying to understand the situation while not looking completely incompetent.

he raised a finger into the air before putting it down, "um... how exactly?" jj asked before quickly adding with a tiny, barely there smirk, "well i know how, but like... when did you uhm," you furrowed your eyebrows, watching how he snapped his fingers, fishing for the right word. "find out?"

his head snapped up towards you, snapping his fingers towards you and nodding, "yeah, yeah. when did ya find out?" you shrugged, wrappign your arms around yourself trying to ease the chills on your skin from the sudden breeze. "around a week ago? i just— i guess i didnt want you thinking i was trapping your or whatever... its stupid really-"

"hey, hey," he mumbled, shaking his head as he stepped towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders in the most comforting manner he could pull off at the moment. "dont do that. its my fault, alright? i fucked up, i overreacted. im sorry. im so fuckin' sorry baby, seriously." he wrapped his arms around you tight, kissing the top of your head repeatedly. "you didnt deserve that at all, im sorry."

you nuzzled your head into his neck, breathing him in and arms wrapping tight around his torso like he might disappear if you let go. "i didnt want to ruin things with you and i thought this did it," your words were muffled against his neck but he heard them loud and clear. pulling away, his hands moved to your cheeks, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"you could never ruin things with me, baby. never. im pretty surprised i havent," you laughed at that, it was slightly watery, but it was real. and thats all jj cared about in the moment. he slowly descended onto his knees, right there on the pavement in some strandgers driveway.

he pressed one hand pressed against your still-normal belly, the other resting at the back of your thigh. "as for this little munchkin," he mumbled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss just below your belly button. "when do you like know what they are?" you huffed out a tiny laugh, pressing a hand over his on your belly.

"in like three to four months, jj," you smiled down at him because even in his stupididty, you loved him with everything you had in you. he just shrugged, pressing one last kiss to your belly before pushing off the pavement and standing back up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

the two of you began the short walk back to the chateau. "well whatever it is, im gonna love them with everything ive got." he sighed, throwing his head back to watch the starry sky, content. "hey, youre gonna be a milf. ha." your smile dropped, turning your head to catch him already looking at you with wiggling eyebrows.

you shoved him off with a roll of your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. he laughed, a full belly laugh as he caught up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again, pressing a kiss to your hairine.

"youre gonna be the best milf ever dont worry, baby."

[jj-maybank-deserved-better]

Are y'all sick of me yet?

[hachiscent]

spot the difference !! difficultly impossible

[heustons]

Rudy Pankow as Sam Drake UNCHARTED (2022) dir. Ruben Fleischer

[rudysbabymama]

69

Just a little blurb idea I thought of

MDNI

Warnings: 69, m oral, f oral, reader being submissive, Dom!jj, jj being a little bit mean, spanking, cum swallowing, Friends with benefits, I think that’s it? Not proof read btw

low rock music was playing and the sound of mixed moans and wet noises filled the room. The door was locked, it smelled like weed, beer, and sex. Good thing John b and Sarah decided to go out for the day. Which left JJ to having the chateau to himself so he called you over. Now here you both were, lying on small old creaky bed, with JJs face buried in your pussy and his dick down your throat. At this point you were just sucking on his cock, you couldn’t focus on jerking him off when he was switching from sucking on your clit to your lips groaning into making you shake.

He groans hips jolting when you sucked on the pretty tip of his cock. His girth twitching when you squeezed his balls, and in retaliation he bit on your clit which made you whine loudly around him. This is how it always went, he would always do it to be mean too. So you would always do it back but then he just did it harder which always made you give up.

you take your mouth off of him panting, spit and precum leaking down your chin to your collar bone to your tits. You gripped his thighs when he pushed his tongue into you, making your velvety walls convulse around him. You turn looking at him, face buried beneath you. You could only see blonde strands of hair and his head moving. He stops moving his head from under you “you gonna suck on my dick or are we done here? Because if you’re not gonna get me off I’m not getting you off.” He says in an irritated tone

“ok ok ok jeez I was taking a break. I wanted to catch my breath” you roll your eyes going back down to being face level with his cock wrapping your hand around it slowly pumping his length “fucking put your mouth on it. I’m not waiting all day” he demands slapping your ass which pulls a whimper from you making you lower your mouth onto him bobbing your head. He goes back to burying his face in your pussy moaning wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer. You gagged on his cock moaning and his hips thrusted making you grip his thighs digging your nails into them. “F-fuck, c-can you calm down a little. I can barely keep up here” you whine looking back at him, showing no signs of slowing down.

“Shut up and suck my dick, I’m giving you want. Be grateful I’m giving you anything” he slaps your ass again, harder this time and you go back to sucking on him. You bobbed your head sucking his length. Spit and precum all over your lips dripping down your chin, tears pricked in the corner of your eyes when his hips jolted up into your mouth hitting the back of your throat making you gag. “Oh fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good” your moans are muffled around his cock when he thrusts his tongue in and out of you making your walls flutter. “JJ” you whine pulling off “JJ I’m gonna cum” you pant whimpering.

He pulls away looking at you “not yet I wanna try something” your brows furrow and you look back at him “what are you doing?” You say a little nervous. “Just relax, alright you’ll be fine” he shushes you spreading your cheeks looking at your other hole. “JJ- don’t-” he cuts you off licking your tight hole groaning into you pulling you closer so you’re fully seated on his face. You whimper gripping his thighs harder nails digging seeping into the skin that they draw blood. “Fuck you taste so good back here baby. Should’ve done this sooner” he groans into you his tongue still working circles around your right hole while his hand moves so he could rub circles around your clit. He moans then pulls back “did I say you could stop sucking my cock?” You shook your head no the stimulation on your clit being to much “then keep sucking on it until I cum.” He demands pinching your clit with his fingers making your thighs shake. You take him back into your mouth bobbing your head on his sucking like your life depended on it.

he went back to burying his face between your cheeks his tongue circling your hole slightly pushing in making you whimper around his cock. Your pussy squeezed around nothing when he pushed his tongue into your right hole making you cry around his cock, tears in your eyes from the stimulation. You squeezed his balls making his hips thrust into your mouth causing you to gag around him. You were so close it hurt, you could tell JJ was close too. He was breathing harder now be more tough with you and his muscles keep tensing. Your hand played with his balls and you kept bobbing your head. He thrusted his tongues in and out of you while his fingers played with your clit, without warning he pushed a finger into your pussy curling it upwards hitting your g-spot making your walls convulse around his finger coming around him with a cry. Your moans and whimpers vibrated around his cock making him moan loudly into you coming in your mouth down your throat. His hips thrusted into you a couple times before stilling and before he pulled away from you. “Swallow it. Don’t you dare fucking spit it out” he growled, his hand gripping your thighs painfully leaving bruises and little indents in your skin. You swallow, getting off of him and laying on the bed. He sits up grabbing his boxers which silently lets you know that you should probably leave so you start getting up grabbing your underwear and bra until he says something “where are you going?” He says brows furrowed “home” “yeah but why?” “I don’t know, maybe because we’re not dating” you shrugged he looks down at his lap. “yeah but what if I wanted you to stay?” He says looking up at you. That was all you needed you dropped your clothes getting back in bed with him and he pulled you towards him. Holding you.

please do not copy, translate or steal my work! All rights belong to me since I took the time to come up with it!

[blushhbambi]

jj maybank x candy!reader mdniᝰ.ᐟ stripper!reader, pole / lap dances, groping... ༉‧₊˚. word count;¹k

“jj where the fuck did you get this kinda money?”

“c’mon mama, don't worry ‘bout that now.”

he's cooing close to your ear, a fat wad of cash waving close to your face as you squint up at him wondering how jj fucking maybank got even enough money for your clubs shitty lap dances, let alone a private room and a huge ass tip.

he smiled at the look on your face, doing a one over of you and your little outfit and all that soft skin on show, fuck he adored you, every time his mangy ass managed to scrounge up some money you know it'd be tucked safely between the smooth of your skin and the lace and glitter of your costume. he wanted you all to himself, away from all those grubby kook hands.

“this mean i'm in your good books again, hm-?” ,he whispers smugly into the shell of your ear, you can only scoff and smile, you knew how much he wanted this, always spoiling his favorite girl.

“how ‘bout a private show mama?” ,he nips at your ear crowding you against the counter in rush hour at the club.

he knew about the policies and the rules all the yap about ‘no touching the girls’ in the club but how could he help himself when you looked so perfect. all wrapped in ribbon and silk like a gift just waiting for him to unwrap. and of course you let it slide with jj, you just had a sweet spot for him.

you manage to hold back a laugh shaking your head with a bitten back smile.

“you're so full of shit jj—”

“you love it—”

eventually you're both in a private booth, the dim lights practically making you glow as you began your show on the pole. jj sat back, legs spread wide as he stared on. the familiar humorous glint to his eye was now gone, replaced with something darker, made obvious by his now dilated, blown out pupils.

you danced so prettily, so gracefully it seemed like a dream as you spun around the pole holding yourself up. jj didn't know what was real. you clouded his brain in a white hot fog, filling his senses with your swaying hips and sweet perfume.

you smile sweetly, almost shy to his gaze as you lower yourself again, padding towards him in your glittery heels.

jj shakes his head smirking, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched you step between his spread thighs, like you belonged there, you fit so perfectly it was like you did. you placed your palms on his shoulders, softly tilting you head as if to ask how he liked it.

he sleazily grinned.

“you're somethin’ else ma—”, he laughs lazily tracing up the soft skin of your foreheads arm, up to your shoulder and the strap of your flimsy costume, tugging it with a soft snap back against your skin making your smile wide. he let himself tuck a hundred dollar bill against the flushed skin of your tits, letting his touch linger with a desperate heat. his gaze was heavy. practically undressing the already so little fabric that covered you, making you bite back your smirk.

calloused hands suddenly squeezed your sides and rub over your hip bones to tug you closer.

“jj…”, you whisper out his name in warning, unable to hold back the excitement in your voice even though it was so wrong

“yeah mama?”, he cocks his head drawing out his words slowly, letting his palms run over you, his eyes flickering over you for any signs of objection. your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you feel him rub over the fat of your ass, kneeling it softly. you hum with need, practically buzzing, you'd forgotten about your job, about the money. your head was empty except for jj.

jj leant forward and you follow his movements, both of your breath is heavy and you feel his nose brush yours. he fills your thoughts with salty ocean and cheap cologne.

you let out a little noise feeling his lips brush yours, its soft and then there's a sudden weight to it as his tongue brushes over the seam of your lips. you dont even notice how he was watching your every move so intently or the twitch of his smirk as he suddenly leant back. leaving you flushed and cold, you weren't meant to feel this way with clients, you swallow carefully stepping back before he tuts with a proud smile tugging you back close to him.

jj softens seeing the conflict behind your eyes.

“sorry.” he mutters out beneath his breath with and he meant it. you could just tell.

“don't be…”

he pulls his hands away from you holding them with a little shame. your so sweet it rots his heart. he feels his stomach turn at the sight you, but he hides it quickly with his usual confidence as he blinks up at you smirking again. he tries to humour you letting the soft moment pass, he knew you both couldn't afford it to last anyway.

“how ‘bout a lap dance now sweetness?”, he jokes with a wide grin, hoping to see you light up again and you do, laughing so sweetly and holding your face.

you place yourself on his lap, as he holds your weight comfortably. he kept his hands to himself, tracing his fingers over the bills.

“careful now you might go full kook.”, you giggle warning him as he stares over you, he'd never get used to how pretty you were, and how much more so whilst sat on his lap.

“if it means having you to myself I might—”

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[chuuuchuuutrain]

Rudy wtf are u doing in Dexter man

"Dwayne get the fuck out my comment section"

[panthergirljess]

Good Morning Happy Sunday

[anon-188]

salt, sweat, + sex wax

pairing: jj x f!reader | genre: smut | wc: 1.7k

summary: salt, sweat, and pineapple sex wax—jj maybank’s signature scent. oh, and the reason why you ended up on your knees for him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), kook!reader (light), oral sex (m!receiving), semi-public oral sex, fwb dynamic, surf wax kink (sort of?), praise, strong language, brief alcohol mention. all characters are 18+!

a/n: this is my first post for jj!!! i hope you like it <3

It was one of the hottest days of the summer—no breeze, no clouds, just an unrelenting sun. The kind that made the whole island feel slower, stickier. Like it was melting from the inside out.

You’d just gotten back from your annual family trip. The one you tried to dodge every year and never could. No matter how hard you pushed, your parents called it “nonnegotiable.”

So you went. Wore the linen. Smiled on cue. Sat through brunches with bottomless mimosas and mindless small talk. Laughed when it was expected, even when nothing was funny.

But it was over now. Done. The trip cut short for some business deal—typical. Either way you were back on Kildare Island.

Your feet hit the sand, anklet catching the light, sunglasses already in place. You wore a white bikini top, tied in a bow behind your neck, with tiny gold accents that matched the jewelry layered at your collarbone. Your shorts were denim, frayed just enough to look careless but still expensive. 

A towel hung loosely over your shoulder, more for accessory than necessity. The designer beach bag at your side was stuffed with all the usual suspects—sunscreen, lip gloss, and a few things you didn’t need but brought anyway.

You were meeting your friends, just like you promised. Playing the part. Just like you always had.

But then you saw him.

He was coming up from the shoreline, surfboard tucked under his arm. Sun on his shoulders. Saltwater dripping from his hair.

JJ Maybank.

Your stomach clenched—tight, aching. Not from nerves. This wasn’t the flutter of something innocent. It was need. A familiar pull that had been simmering just under your skin since the second you left.

It’d been weeks.

Which meant too long without his hands, his mouth, that cocky voice right in your ear.

You told yourself to walk away, to meet up with your friends like you said you would.

But you didn’t.

Couldn’t.

You walked up to him slowly, the sand hot beneath your feet. He was a little ways off from the rest of the crowd, where the beach thinned out and no one else had bothered to spread. It was quieter here, more open. Like he picked it on purpose.

Sliding your sunglasses off, you tucked them into your bag, eyes dragging over him now without the barrier.

The sun hit just right as you approached, catching on the messy fall of his dirty blonde hair. He had a towel slung around his neck, the ends hanging loose and brushing against his chest every time he moved.

His skin was golden, tan in a way that only came from living out here year-round, and his muscles flexed slightly as he adjusted his board in the sand like he didn’t feel you watching.

“Hey,” you said, soft, like a question more than a greeting.

JJ barely looked at you, still adjusting the angle of his board.

“Thought you said another week,” he said flatly, like he couldn’t be bothered to care either way.

“Yeah, well. I’m back early,” you replied, voice a little tighter now.

He nodded once. No smile. Just that and nothing else.

You glanced over your shoulder, checking for your friends—just in case—but they were nowhere in sight.

Then you heard it—low, offhand, but it landed like a hook.

“You need somethin’, princess?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the way he said it, then slowly turned your eyes back to him.

“Just saw you out there, that’s all,” you said, keeping your tone neutral.

After a beat, you nodded toward the Twinkie parked a little further back, its busted paint and sun-faded curtains impossible to miss. “You by yourself?”

His gaze finally lifted, sharp and unreadable.

“Yeah. Why?”

He said it like he didn’t know what you wanted. Like he hadn’t been the one texting you drunk two nights ago, or looking at you like that before you left. He always did this—played sour when you went too long without talking or fucking.

You almost turned around. Almost left him standing there in the heat with his board and whatever ego trip he was on today.

Your phone started vibrating in your back pocket. Once. Then again.

It was your friends—you didn’t have to check. You already knew. They were probably wondering where you were, why you hadn’t met them like you said you would.

You meant to leave it at that. You did.

But then JJ licked his bottom lip—slow, distracted—and you remembered exactly how his mouth tasted, and everything it could do.

Your stomach flipped again, tighter this time. That pull you thought you could bury suddenly louder, impossible to ignore.

The towel hit the sand first, followed by your bag, both forgotten the moment you stepped in close.

You curled your fingers into the fabric around his neck, and kissed him hard. No warning, no lead-in. Just mouth on mouth, teeth catching slightly, and the salt still lingering on his lips. 

You moved his hands to your waist, then lower, guiding one toward the top of your shorts until his fingers skimmed the edge. 

That got him.

He groaned into your mouth, his tone suddenly a hell of a lot different than it was a minute ago.

“Twinkie,” he muttered between kisses, voice rougher now, needier. “Go.”

You didn’t stop kissing him, but you did start walking—backward—letting him steer you across the sand. His hands stayed greedy, hungry.

When your shoulder blades hit metal, you barely noticed. He fumbled with the driver’s-side handle, swung the door open, and tossed his towel over it, all without letting his mouth leave yours.

He nudged your hips toward the open seat, trying to shuffle you into the space between him and the car, but you didn’t move. Your feet stayed planted in the warm sand.

His hands tightened on your waist as he tried again. “Come on,” he said against your mouth. He was smiling now, faintly, that tilt to his lips that always came right before he got exactly what he wanted.

But you hummed low in your throat, shaking your head just enough to tell him no.

Then your lips dropped to his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. He tasted like sun and salt and sweat, like he’d been out there for hours, soaked in heat and ocean. You breathed him in deeper—and then it hit you, soft and sudden. Something sweet.

Pineapple sex wax. His favorite.

The scent was unmistakable, that trace of surfboard wax still clinging to his chest and the edges of his ribs. 

God, you’d missed it. 

He always used too much of it. Sticky sweet in a way that shouldn’t have made your mouth water but did.

Your lips kept moving down his abdomen until your mouth traced the cut lines low on his stomach. His breath left him in a shaky rush, one hand bracing hard on the van’s doorframe as you sank to your knees in the patchy shade of the Twinkie. 

He looked wrecked already. Flushed. Jaw tight. Eyes locked on your mouth like it was a promise you were about to make good on.

JJ let out a quiet laugh, dry and strained. “You really wanna do this here, pretty?”

You didn’t answer.

Your hands slid to his hips, fingers slipping under the damp waistband of his shorts. You pulled just enough to free him, and he hissed softly through his teeth as the warm air hit his skin.

He was already half-hard, and it only took a few passes before he thickened in your hand—heavy and hot. The way he filled your grip made your own breath stutter, a quiet ache building between your legs as you watched the way he reacted. 

Then your mouth followed.

The moment your lips wrapped around him, JJ groaned—his voice barely holding together.

“Shit.”

His head tipped back, breath leaving him in one rough exhale. 

Your tongue traced along the underside of him, the taste hitting your mouth—heady and sharp, with that lingering sweetness you’d nearly forgotten. You moaned softly around him, the sound swallowed by your lips. 

Above you, his abs tensed hard, every muscle twitching as he watched your mouth work him over.

You kept going.

Sucking him deeper, taking your time, feeling him throb in your mouth with every pass of your tongue. Your eyes flicked up, and when they met his, the look on his face nearly made you moan again.

Brows pinched. Chest rising fast. Lips parted as he let out a broken sound. He tried to hold it in but failed—beautifully.

JJ gritted out another curse, your name tangled somewhere in it, like it burned on the way out. Like he’d almost come just from that.

And then your phone vibrated again in your pocket.

Once. Then again. And again.

You ignored it.

Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t falter. Just hummed softly around him, the sound teasing along every nerve he had. You let your mouth drag over him like you already knew exactly how close he was. Because you did.

“Jesus, just like that—don’t stop—“

His breath went sharp. One hand pressed harder against the doorframe, the other immediately wrapping in your hair. His thighs tensed tight on either side of you.

“Fuck. That mouth—” His voice cracked on the last word, and he looked down at you with wide, glazed eyes. “Pretty, I’m—”

The rest broke apart on a groan, long and hoarse, as he came in your mouth. You swallowed, eyes still on him, the warmth of it settling low in your stomach. His body sagged in front of you, head leaned back, chest heaving.

Then he was pulling you up, fast, hands finding your arms and dragging you to your feet. He kissed you hard, open-mouthed and messy, tasting himself on your lips.

He barely got his own shorts pulled up, just enough to tuck himself back in before he was on you again. His hands didn’t stop moving—palming your breasts, pushing into the front of your shorts, fingers curving into you with no patience at all.

“C'mon,” he said into your mouth. And this time, it wasn’t an ask.

He grabbed your waist, pushing you toward the back of the Twinkie, steps quick and uneven in the sand. He only let the kiss break for a second, just long enough to watch you climb in first.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, it was all skin on skin, your top long gone, his mouth everywhere. Nothing else mattered—not the heat, not the sand, not even the people who might walk by.

And while he never said it outright, every roll of his hips did:

Welcome back, princess.

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[moongrels]

crédit; mongrel.

[airbiscuitz]

The List

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Summary: After a big fight, you and JJ take a break. He leaves a folded note in your mailbox every day—a list of reasons why he loves you. On day 30, he writes, “I’m still here. Are you?”

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Angst! (to bbs that requested @apeachtea, @rottinglexi)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You and JJ Maybank were a wildfire—bright, burning, passionate, and destructive when left unchecked. The love was never the issue. It was everything else. The chaos of life on the Cut. The weight of growing up too fast. The pain he didn’t always know how to express, and the silence you’d learned to master when everything felt like too much.

The fight wasn’t new. It had roots tangled in past arguments, old scars reopened with sharper words. You told him he never let you in. He told you that you didn’t understand what it was like to always be running from something. The door slammed. Your voice cracked. And the silence afterward was more deafening than anything.

You didn’t know who walked away first. Maybe you both did.

But you remembered the first note.

Folded into a square the size of your palm. Stuffed in your mailbox like some forgotten secret. No name on the outside, but you knew the handwriting instantly. You’d traced it on his knuckles. You’d seen it scrawled on scrap paper maps during treasure hunts and doodled on napkins at The Wreck.

It read: Reason #1: You always made me feel like home, even when I didn’t have one.

You didn’t cry then. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just JJ being JJ—saying too much or saying it too late. You slid the note into your nightstand and tried to forget about it.

But then there was another the next day.

Reason #2: You snort when you laugh too hard. I love that stupid sound.

You smiled. Just a little.

And the next day:

Reason #3: You’re the only person who ever made my birthday feel real.

That one knocked the wind out of you.

Because you remembered that day. A few years ago. You’d spent a week saving up tips just to buy him a stupid cake and some fireworks. He tried to act cool, like he didn’t care. But you saw it in his eyes—like he was a kid again, even just for one night.

You started waiting for the notes after that.

Each one folded the same way. Always at the same time: 7:12 a.m. Like he knew exactly when your dad left for work and you’d be alone. Some notes were sweet. Some were funny. Some were heartbreakingly sad.

You started waiting for the notes after that.

Each one folded the same way. Always at the same time: 7:12 a.m. Like he knew exactly when your dad left for work and you’d be alone. Some notes were sweet. Some were funny. Some were heartbreakingly sad.

Reason #9: I loved watching you dance around your room when you thought no one was watching.

Reason #14: You’re the only one who saw me when I didn’t want to be seen.

Reason #18: I hate sleeping without you.

Reason #22: I kept your first hair tie. It’s on my keychain. Looks dumb, but I don’t care.

Each one dug a little deeper under your skin, until your hands trembled pulling them out of the mailbox. Until your pillow smelled like tears most nights. Until you started writing replies you never sent.

You thought he might stop. That he’d get tired. That maybe this was some guilt-ridden apology stunt.

But he didn’t stop.

Every day, no matter the weather, the fights in your head, or the ache in your chest—there it was.

Day 30.

You woke up before your alarm. You didn’t know why. Maybe something in you knew. You wrapped your hoodie around your shoulders and crept out onto the porch barefoot. The sky was still purple. The air was heavy with Carolina humidity and summer endings.

The note was already there.

You unfolded it with shaking hands.

Reason #30: I’m still here. Are you?

Fuck.

You sat down right there on the steps, note clutched to your chest like a lifeline, breath catching somewhere between your ribs. Thirty days of silence on your end. Thirty days of him not giving up.

You knew where he’d be.

The dock.

The same one where he kissed you for the first time. The same one you stormed off from thirty days ago. The same one where he told you, once, “If I ever disappear, this is where to find me.”

So you went.

You didn’t brush your hair. Didn’t even grab shoes. You ran, heart pounding louder than your steps, gravel biting at your soles. The sun was just peeking over the trees when the water came into view.

And there he was.

Sitting at the edge, legs dangling, same hoodie he always wore. Back to you. Still. Waiting.

“JJ,” you breathed.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn. Just said, “Did you get the note?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see. “Yeah.”

Long silence.

Then softly, “I didn’t know if you’d come.”

You took a step closer. “I almost didn’t.”

He turned a little, not fully, just enough that you saw the flicker of hope in his profile. “Why did you?”

You swallowed, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. “Because… I never stopped missing you. Even when I was mad. Even when I told myself I shouldn’t.”

JJ looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting with something—a string from his sleeve, maybe. His voice cracked. “I thought I broke it. Us. That maybe I pushed too far this time.”

“You almost did,” you whispered. “But then you kept showing up.”

His laugh was hollow, but his eyes were wet when he glanced at you. “I didn’t know what else to do. Talking never worked before. So I wrote. I wrote every damn thing I couldn’t say that night.”

You walked forward until you were standing beside him, then lowered yourself down beside him, knees tucked to your chest.

“I read them,” you said. “All of them. Some more than once.”

He turned toward you fully now, blinking rapidly, like he couldn’t believe you were really there. “Do you believe them?”

You met his gaze. “I want to.”

“That’s enough,” he said quietly. “For now, that’s enough.”

Silence fell again, but it felt different this time. Softer. Like something mending, thread by thread.

“I didn’t write number thirty-one,” he added suddenly.

You raised a brow. “Why not?”

JJ shrugged, a small smile pulling at his lips. “I was waiting to see if you’d let me say it out loud.”

You nudged him lightly with your shoulder. “Then say it.”

He looked at you, eyes shining. “Reason thirty-one: You make me want to be better. For you. For me. For us.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you smiled anyway. “JJ…”

“I don’t have it all figured out,” he continued, words tumbling out now. “And I might still screw things up sometimes. But I swear to God, if you let me… I’ll spend every day proving how much I love you.”

You didn’t reply right away. You just leaned in, forehead resting against his. Your hand found his, fingers curling together like they belonged there. Like they never stopped belonging.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes. “I missed you more.”

A pause.

“I’m still here,” he said, barely above a breath. “Are you?”

You leaned in and kissed him—soft and trembling and real. The kind of kiss that said yes. That said always.

And when you pulled back, tears on your cheeks and sunlight kissing the dock, you whispered, “Yeah. I’m here.”

That was answer enough.

---

You found a shoebox two days later. Stuffed under his bed. Filled with every note he’d written before delivering them. Some with crossed-out lines. Some tear-stained. Some rewritten three times.

He caught you holding it and froze.

“I didn’t want to mess them up,” he said.

You hid a small cry with a breathy chuckle before putting the letters back inside the shoebox.

"You didn’t. You never did."

[multib1tch]

he's so yummy i'd cook him a 25 course meal

back on my jj maybank bullshit