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yourmomxx · 1 year ago

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— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —

male!reader

a bit nsfw under the cut

just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here

I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”

ain’t happening

starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues

But you didn’t let him push you away

It took a while for him to let you in

But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever

Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it

so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship

even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first

kie was the first to actually figure it out

because john b is a bit slow

and pope thought y’all were just really good friends

(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)

but they all love you

while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not

you most definitely had it easier than sarah

but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer

speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them

like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them

if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too

we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house

except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son

jj always held you back tho

he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison

you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first

silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company

“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”

he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues

“did you know that y/n did …”

“y/n actually told me …”

“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”

“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”

the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him

he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts

his brain short circuits

It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know

jj plans the cutest dates

like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows

soft touches

and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this

like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting

and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.

or bonfires

sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time

you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body

fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach

putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”

shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close

your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other

f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s

hello and goodbye kisses

puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)

falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues

such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy

says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you

jj practically lives at your apartment

he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything

when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him

will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent

with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible

and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily

of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that

communication is key in your relationship

you’ve ensured that from the very beginning

you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together

there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments

cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in

stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time

his wardrobe is mostly your clothes

you would go to jail for each other

“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“

you meet him at the beach to watch him surf

because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything

he’s the best at cheering you up

he’s everything but a dry texter

you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta

how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery

jealousy because, again, secret relationship

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”

“oh, I’m not.”

“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”

“mhm.”

but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way

has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love

you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear

knuckle kisses

just staying in bed all day and cuddling

he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you

whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him

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you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them

he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory

so you had to teach him some stuff

but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be

he’s a switch but mostly bottoms

it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him

sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk

he whimpers

he has a praise kink

“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”

those just do it for him

there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)

and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)

he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too

quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)

his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫

head in small caves at the beach

hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”

the pogues tease him about them the morning after

“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”

teasing. like so much. from both sides

whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place

high sex

handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie

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jazziejax · 14 hours ago

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The Kildare County Surf Shop!

“Pope, wha-what was the line again?” John B, stuttered, awkwardly looking at the pair behind the camera. A sigh could be heard out of frame, Andy putting her face into her hand after watching her friend struggle for the hundredth time.

“Look, into the camera lens.” Pope said firmly, tried of his long time friend as well.

“Ok.”

“Don’t look at me, look at the camera.”

“Okay, sorry.” The dirty blonde as sheepishly before clearing his throat. The video then cut, completely starting over.

“Hey, OBX.” John B said, still as awkward as the first few times. “We’re the..new surf shop in town and we’re here to bring you a good time—” He trailed off before off before the camera zoomed out to show the porch of the shop.

“All the time!” Kiara, Sarah, Twitch and AJ, all popped out from around the corner of the open double doors. AJ immediately dropped her arms, giving the back of John B’s head a cold look.

“We’re supposed to be in sync, guys. It’s not that hard.” She complained with a slight shake of her head as she placed her hands on her hips.

“This is stupid!” Cleo whined from her place on the steps, already tried of the constant filming and retakes of the commercial. Gavin pointed over at her from where he stood behind the shark that JJ had his head stuck in. “I’m with her.” He said.

“Cut!” Andy groaned, the video cutting to another clip.

“Kildare County Surf Shop!” Pope’s voice was heard over the commercial. “A one stop shop for all your island essentials.”

“T-Shirts!” Andy and JJ said at the same time. While the boy just held the shirts up for the camera, Andy showed the design on her back, pointing a thumb at it as she gave the camera a smirk over her shoulder.

“Boots!” Sarah smiled at the camera as she held a pair of boots in her hand. There was also a pair floating, upside down, next to her head. The camera zoomed out some to catch Andy doing a handstand to show the water proof shoes she had on. “Okay, cut it before I pass out.” She rasped out, the camera cutting just in time before she fell.

“Bucket Hats.” John B smiled at the camera as he held up a hat with his hand. He then moved and placed the hat onto Gavin’s head, who stood there with a straight face and his arms crossed. John B continued to give the camera a large smile, in contrast to his friend next to him, before the clip cut.

“Live bait!” Pope and AJ said enthusiastically, pointing to the fish in his girlfriend’s hand. The fish then twitched, causing Pope to flinch since it was so close to his face, while AJ just continued to smile at the camera, raising her brows twice before the clip cut.

“Kayak rentals!” Sarah yelled as she rowed within the small boat, the camera quickly zooming in so it could look as if she was really on the water instead of swaying on the dock.

“Fishing nets!” Kiara said with a smile as she held the large net on a tax. She then turned to Twitch, placing the tool over his head, catching him in the net.

“For catching fish and thieves.” AJ smiled as she popped up from behind the counter, startling the pair. Twitch sharply gasped at her words before turning back to Pope, who held the camera. “You gotta cut that out, you know I have a case pending.” He finishes just before the camera cut.

“At the Kildare..Country Surf Shop, we treat our customers like..they’re gold.” Pope said stiffly, standing straight as he looked into the camera with an uncomfortable look in his eye. The camera dropped a little, a voice behind it speaking.

“Oh, babe, that was really bad.” AJ said softly as Pope walked closer. “Yeah, that sucked absolute ass.”Andy said bluntly, a small slap sounding out and the camera moving as the girl then hissed. “I know, I know.” Pope sighed defeatedly. “Why are you so stiff?”

“Yeah, it looks like someone was holding you at gun point.” Andy spoke again, the camera jolting slightly when AJ shoved her. “Yeah, I’ll just cut that out.” The boy groaned, the camera catching his bottom half walk closer to his girlfriend, who held her arms open for him to enter in defeat.

“Here at the surf shop, we believe that the board you ride should as person as the wave you rip.” John B said as he looked down into the camera, showing the customized board on the ceilings.

“This is such an odd angle.” AJ said as she stepped into frame slightly, catching John B’s attention. “Wrong type of video if you know what I mean.” The camera cut just in time to catch the groans that sounded within the room.

“We have our local sea turtle lover, Kiara Carrera and resident artists Twitch and Andy who can make you a custom board, pottery and more.”

“Really get a vibe for your aura.” Kiara said to the camera, standing in her apron with the board material behind her. “Could be your sign or I could read your chakra and make you a board on those readings.” She said softly, gesturing over to the painting station behind her.

“I’m getting, like, a caaaaann-“ She trialed off softly as she painted the board, standing before a customer who was waiting.

“Oh, actually I’m a Scorpio.” The girl said.

“Scorpio.” Kiara finished, as if she already knew what the girl was going to say. “It was-It was either that-it was one of the two.” The girl said. The customer just nodded her head, an unsure frown on her features.

The camera then cut to Twitch, who stood in an apron as well with spray cans in his hands. “Yeah, I don’t do all that astronomy mumbo jumbo.” He waved off, the cans clicking in his hands. “I bring an unethical and graffiti type of vide to surfing that a lot of Kooks and tourist don’t really like. But I say rock on!” He smirked. The video then cut to another clip of Twitch, this time standing in front of a customer.

“Okay, so I was thinking an Asian style jaguar, crawling down the back of a Chinese dragon flying atop the clouds on Mount Fuji. Or, Pinhead on top of Cerberus, slicing the head off a Hydra.” He suggested. The camera then panned to a little boy, who scratched his head as he glanced over his shoulder for his parents. “Uh, I was thinking, like, a whale or something. My mom doesn’t let me watch scary movies.” He said innocently.

AJ softly cooed from behind the camera while Twitch just scoffed. “Well, I was watching horror movies before I could even speak but, whatever.” He shrugged before moving to grab his supplies. “My signature has to go on the bottom, that the rule. And that’ll be five hundred dollar so pay up, kid.” He said before harshly placing his supply crate on top of the surfboard, causing the little boy to flinch at the loud impact.

“Twitch!” AJ hissed while Andy sighed. “Just cut the damn cameras.” She said to Pope before the camera cut.

“I on the other end offer a variety of crafts.” Andy smirked to the camera, staring outside on her apron. “Inside you will see a few pottery items I’ve made, and I do customs as well.” She winked with a smirk. “And I also do caricatures! I’ve done portraits on boards for couples and family’s here and there.” She smiled.

The video then cut to the girl standing before a couple, the pairs arms wrapped around one another as they posed for the drawing. “What a lovely couple.” Andy smiled, looking between the pair. They laughed a little, turning to look into the other’s eyes. “It’s be a shame if you broke up.” She continued with a smile on her face, not seeing their smiles dripping slightly as she drew. “I mean, who would get the board if you did? Would even you even want the board? Especially if one of you cheats, that’d be so difficult.” She sighed softly before looking up at the pair. “But I doubt that’ll ever happen.” She cheesed as she looked between them, the couples face now blank. “I also do tattoos on the low.” She leaned forward to tell them, offering a wink before the camera quickly cut.

The video the cut to AJ, standing in behind the counter in the store. “And here we have Kain exclusives!” She said, gesturing to the ceramic cups and candies that littered the counter. “All pottery items and candles are hand crafted. We even do customs!” She said, the camera catching a pan of the well made and unique items. It then cut back to her, a smile of her face. “Only exclusive to Kildare County Surf Shop!” She grinned. Her smile only faltered slightly and before the camera cut, she continued. “And there may be some at Mama Heart’s near Figure Eight, but these are better.” She said before her face fell, serious as she looked into the camera lens. “No hate to you grandma.” She said

The video then cut to Gavin standing behind the same counter, face stoic as he leaned his weight onto counter. “You know him, you love him. Pouge Prince, Gavin Watts is here!” John B said as he popped in and gestured over to the boy. The other boys face didn’t move, looking into the camera. “AJ and I couldn’t be mechanics. So I work the counter.” He said simply. John B was just his awkward self, glancing at the boy while a voice spoke up from behind the camera.

“Be enthusiastic.” Andy whispered.

Gavin just help a thumbs up, nothing else changing. Andy sighed.

“This diva.” AJ laughed from behind the camera.

“So bring it on home to the Kildare County Surf Shop! Built by Pouges…” John B trialed off surely, just staring into the lens of the camera, not a thought behind his eyes.

“For Pouges.” Sarah and AJ said.

“For Pouges.” Pope continued.

“For Pouges.” Kiara cheered.

“Yeah, no Kooks allowed. I gut you!” Cleo hissed. “Yeah!” AJ yelled in excitement, trying and giving the girl a high five. “Yeah!” Andy just agreed to be a part of the enthusiasm, leaning her weight off of JJ. John B automatically agreed, pointing at the camera without much thought behind what the girls were actually saying before Gavin stepped in.

“Woah, some kooks.” He said, placing his hands on Cleo’s shoulders. “Some Kooks.” Pope agreed. “Yeah, that’s where the money is,” Twitch spoke up, and leaned against the railing on the other side of Kiara as he brushed his waves down out of pure boredom.

“And don’t forget to book your scuba and surf tour by..JJ Maybank.” The blonde boy suddenly cut in, gaining the rest of their attention. Andy stood next to him, her arm around his shoulder as she nodded and gave the camera a thumbs up. “Best guy for the job!” She said.

“The Kildare County Surf Shop!” Pope’s voice said over a clip of the group sitting on the steps outside of the shop, waving at the drone as it rose high and higher. JJ and Gavin stood on the opposite ends of the group, not as enthusiastic as the others, even though Andy was lazily waving JJ’s hands for him. “Located on the old Maybank property.”

Andy was the first to stand up when she say the drone fly closer to the trees. “No, no.” She said as she rushed over, Pope on her trials. “No, no, no, no, no.” The boy said, but the drone stilled hit the bank of the tree, catching branches and then falling to the ground. “Ugh!” He groaned, on his knees as he inspected the expensive gadget to make sure everything was okay.

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xobrendann · 10 hours ago

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pictures and prejudice.

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warnings: homophobia, use of "fairy".

synopsis: you and jj were cuddled up at the boneyard, hanging out with the pogues by a fire. kie snaps a picture of them, and sends it to jj for him to post. the reactions were positive, but rafe and topper did not like it very much.

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the boneyard was alive with the usual friday night energy – bonfires dotting the beach like earthbound stars, music drifting from various speakers, and the constant sound of waves providing nature's bassline. you sat between jj's legs in the sand, leaning back against his chest while his chin rested on your shoulder.

"smile!" kiara called out, holding up her phone. the flash went off, capturing the moment – jj pressing a kiss to your cheek while you laughed, your nose scrunched up in that way that made jj's heart skip.

"send that to me," jj said, already reaching for his own phone. "that's definitely going on instagram."

they'd been taking pictures all night, drunk on happiness and the simple joy of being together. jj kept pulling you close for selfies, making silly faces or stealing kisses that your friends documented with fond eye-rolls and teasing comments.

"you guys are worse than john b and sarah," pope complained good-naturedly, throwing a handful of sand their way.

"impossible," sarah countered, but she was smiling as she watched jj arrange his phone for another photo, positioning it so the setting sun created a perfect backdrop.

"perfect," jj murmured, looking at the picture he'd just taken. the orange sky painted everything in warm tones, and your (e/c) looked almost golden. you were kissing in the photo, soft and sweet, with your hands cupped around jj's face and jj's fingers tangled in your (h/c, hair texture) hair.

"let me see," you leaned over, then blushed at the image. "awh, jj.. that's so cute."

"hell yeah it is," jj was already adding filters, his tongue poking out in concentration. "this is going up right now."

"you sure?" you asked quietly. you guys hadn't exactly been hiding your relationship, but you hadn't been advertising it on social media either.

jj paused, looking at you seriously. "i'm sure. unless... unless you don't want me to?"

you answered by kissing him, soft and sure. "post it."

so he did, adding a simple caption: "lucky doesn't even begin to cover it. 🤍" and tagging you.

the likes started rolling in immediately – mostly their friends and others who'd known about them for weeks now. the comments were full of heart emojis and supportive messages, making you smile as you read them over jj's shoulder.

sarahcameron: "look at how cute they are. 💞"

kiecarrera: "so much for a soft launch."

but then, later, the tone changed.

"what the fuck is this gay shit, maybank?" rafe's comment appeared, followed quickly by topper's: "always knew you were a fairy. guess trash attracts trash."

you felt jj tense against you, saw his jaw clench. before either of them could respond, more comments flooded in as jj kept refreshing:

"guess we know why you were always staring in the locker room 🤮"

"what happened to being a player? did you run out of girls to disappoint?"

"better watch your back at school monday."

"hey," john b noticed their expressions and moved closer. "what's wrong?"

wordlessly, jj handed over his phone. john b's face darkened as he read, and soon the whole group was huddled around, reading the increasingly nasty comments.

"block them," kiara said firmly. "report the comments. don't let them get to you."

"i'm not ashamed," jj's voice was tight with anger. "i won't take it down."

"no one's saying you should," sarah assured him, already on her own phone reporting the harassment. "but maybe we should head home. it's getting late anyway."

they packed up their things, the earlier joy of the evening somewhat dampened. jj held your hand the whole walk back, his grip almost too tight, like he was afraid you might disappear.

the next morning dawned bright and clear, but there was tension in the air. you and jj were supposed to meet everyone at the wreck for breakfast, and jk insisted on picking you up rather than meeting there.

"i don't want you walking alone," he said when you questioned it.

you were halfway to the wreck when you guys spotted them – rafe and topper, along with a couple other kooks, leaning against their expensive cars in the parking lot.

"well, well," rafe pushed off his car as they approached. "the lovebirds decided to show their faces."

"move," jj's voice was low, dangerous. he positioned himself slightly in front of you.

"or what?" topper stepped forward, sneering. "you gonna kiss me too?"

"back off," you surprised yourself by speaking up, even though your heart was racing. "you're really this bothered by a photo?"

"we're bothered by you two flaunting your... whatever this is," rafe gestured between them dismissively. "this isn't that kind of island."

"what kind of island is it then?" john b's voice cut through the tension. he appeared behind rafe, pope and kiara flanking him. "because last i checked, it was our island too."

the arrival of reinforcements changed the dynamic. rafe and topper might have been willing to take on you and jj, but the whole Pogue crew was a different story.

"this isn't over," rafe warned, as he was already backing toward his car.

"actually , it is," sarah stepped out from behind a building, her phone clearly recording. "unless you want this little interaction going viral. i'm sure dad would love to see you harassing people on camera, rafe."

the other kooks retreated, engines revving as they peeled out of the parking lot. as soon as they were gone, your legs gave out. jj caught you, pulling you close.

"i've got you," jj murmured against your hair. "i've got you, (n/n).."

"i'm sorry," you whispered. "maybe we should have waited to post that picture..."

"no," jj pulled back, cupping your face in his hands. "listen to me. i'm not sorry. i'm proud to be with you. i'm proud of us. they don't get to take that away."

"he's right," kiara stepped forward, wrapping them both in a hug that quickly turned into a group embrace as the others joined in.

later, at the wreck, you posted another picture – all of you guys crowded into a booth, you and jj in the middle, surrounded by your chosen family. the caption read: "love wins. deal with it. 🌊"

the comments this time were overwhelmingly positive, drowning out any negativity with waves of support.

under the table, jj squeezed your hand. "see? for every asshole, there's ten good people."

"when did you get so wise?" you teased, bumping your shoulders together.

"must be your influence," jj grinned, then leaned in to kiss you, right there in the wreck, not caring who saw.

because love was love, and theirs was worth fighting for.

the end !!

hope u guys liked this 😣

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12yeahiminluvwu · 4 years ago

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Get Lost, Kid.

pairing - Dad!JJ x Daughter!Reader , Daughter!Reader x Male!OC

summary- y/n’s boyfriend is at the house being a dick… jj doesn’t like that...

warning(s)- swearing, violence, a not-so-great boyfriend (idk what term best fits him, but yeah he’s a shitbag), slut-shaming, JJ being a dad lol.

This is a shit load of years into the future, JJ is a single dad which terrifies him (for obvious reasons), y/n is like 16-17…

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Being a kook had its perks, but being a pogue with kook money was even better. You had grown up on the split between The Cut and Figure Eight. Your dad, JJ Maybank, wanted you to have the best life possible, he wanted better for you than what he had. He worked his ass off, trying to start up his and your uncle JB’s surf company all the while balancing being there for you whenever you needed him. You had heard about the stories of his dad, and from those, you judged that your dad was pretty freaking awesome. Anything you ever needed, you got, within reason of course.

Today you were sitting outside your house with your head in your hands as your boyfriend went on and on about everything you had done to piss him off that day. He was making a whole scene, and all you could do was sit there and take it knowing that the situation would escalate if you tried to argue back.

“Y/N don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at that guy! God, I can’t believe you’re such a whore!” He yelled, and you did your best not to let the tears fall down your face.

Your dads car wasn’t in the driveway so you assumed he wasn’t home, but the sound of the front door slamming open told a different story.

“What the hell is going on out here?” He came booming down the porch to stand in front of your boyfriend, having heard everything he previously said. You could see the muscles in your dad’s shoulders tense like they always did when he was angry. He had never been that way to you but you had seen him go off on people before. You had a sense of what the guy was in for.

“You really think you’re gonna get away with coming to my house and talking to my daughter that way?” He said after a beat of silence from your boyfriend. JJ’s hands fisted the boy’s shirt as he brought him closer to his face.

“What’s stopping me from beating the living shit out of you right now?” He growled and you could physically see the fear in Alex’s, your boyfriend, face. JJ was furious that someone thought it was ok to call his daughter a whore. He was doing his best to restrain himself from throwing hands because the boy was 17, a minor, and JJ didn’t really wanna add assault of a minor to his record.

“Get lost, kid. Don’t let me see your face ever again.” He spat and shoved the teen backward as he stumbled away, scrambling to his car and speeding away.

JJ turned around to see you with tears running down your face and his heart shattered. He never liked the idea of you dating because he was afraid something like this would happen, but Kie had gone off on him about how if you were a boy, he wouldn’t have any problem with it. Kie always stood up for you when she felt JJ was being unfair and he usually backed down pretty quickly.

He quickly brought you into a tight hug, the kind that said everything without him having to say anything.

“Teenage boys are assholes. Trust me, I know better than anyone.” He said wiping the tears from your cheeks and you giggled because you’d heard all the stories about his childhood and teenage years.

“I love you, dad!” You whispered and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I love you too, kid!” He said, “Now, let’s go get ice cream from Aunt Kie!” He said. You smiled and hopped into his car, which you now realized was in the garage, on your way to The Wreck.

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@queenk00k 😁

#jj #jj maybank #jj outer banks #father!jj #jj has a kid lol #drew starkey #rudy pankow #rafe cameron #reader x male!oc #outer banks #netflix #dad!jj

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multifandomwhore-003 · 3 years ago

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❝𝕸𝖋 𝖂𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝟎𝟎𝟑❞ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

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˚ ༘♡⋆｡˚ Episodes ➺ Masterlists:

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◙ Just a sad bisexual chaos writing angst, fluff, and smut about my fav characters, actresses, and actors. You can always ask me anything at any time, 24/7 open for chatting and having a good time together, or I can hide the body, we can cry together as well

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years ago

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Caught | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and JJ are caught making out by the rest of the pogues.

A/N: this was requested a while back and I wasn’t in the mood for writing outer banks characters at the time and was burnt out on writing for JJ. But I for some reason had a burst of inspiration and decided to write it tonight. I’m a little rusty writing for JJ, but.. Hope you guys enjoy! xx

!! STEAMYYYYY kinda but probably needs a warning? maybe 16 + please. No full on smut but it’s kinda mentioned.

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

** Rules for Requesting **

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

JJ held your hand tightly in his as he tore through the crowd and toward the back of the country club. It was the Midsummer’s party and you were there with your parents and Kie’s “date” of course. JJ was working as a waiter and had pulled away from his duties to find you.

“JJ, someone is going to see us.” You giggled as he tugged you across the lawn and to the back of the building.

He gently backed you against the building with a smirk, “Who the hell is going to find us out here?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth as JJ’s mouth attacked yours in a kiss. His hands were on your hips, on your waist, on your back, pulling you close to his body. Your fingers were twisted in his hair.

“This dress just looks too good on you.” JJ groans against your neck, fisting the fabric in his hands, “Make me think some very naughty thoughts.” He whispers huskily into your ear.

“Oh yeah?” You taunt with a smirk, tugging gently on his tie, “I want you to use this tie-”

“OH MY GOD!” A shriek from no other than Kie.

“What the fuck you guys!” John B’s voice.

“That’s.. gross. I’m gonna vomit.” Pope made a gagging noise.

JJ’s hands dropped the edge of your dress and it fell over your legs. He didn’t jump away from you to make sure no one saw you. “Fuck, guys.. seriously?!” JJ grumbled as he zipped his black pants. Luckily nothing had happened just yet, but it was seconds from happening.

You tried to straighten out your dress the best you could. You were mortified, “No one is gonna find us out here?” You direct that toward JJ, who sheepishly gives a shrug, “How the hell was I supposed to know the pogues would be nosey and decide to walk around back.”

“You two can’t be serious!” Kie groans, “No pogue on pogue smacking.”

“I mean.. there’s plenty of rooms inside.” John B’s face is twisted in slight disgust, “You perves couldn’t wait?”

Pope clears his throat, “Don’t worry, y/n. We didn’t see anything.”

You groaned and laid your forehead against JJ’s chest. Yup, you were mortified.

“Fuck off.” JJ points back toward the party.

“You guys were the ones trying to do it behind a building!” John B defends as the three of them walk back the way they came.

“I’m sorry.” JJ apologizes, helping fix your dress, “I really didn’t think anyone was going to come back here.”

“At least it was the pogues and not some kook.”

He chuckles and nods, “Maybe we should pick our places a little more carefully next time?”

“WE?! You picked this place!” You hit him in the shoulder and he chuckles with a nod, holding his hands up in surrender,“Okay, okay sorry. I need to pick better places.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his side, pressing a kiss to your temple as the two of you walk back toward the party. JJ and his damn male hormones. And damn him for being irresistible.

Obx taglist: @poguestyleskye , @alexa-playafricabytoto , @kaelyn-lobrutto24 , @prejudic3 , @turtlee-says-rawr , @outrbank , @k-k0129 , @annedub , @rockyyc77 , @ilovejjmaybank , @treestarrrrrrrr , @thedarkqueenofavalon , @write-from-the-heart , @lasnaro , @ircnwitch, @normatural , @kaylinfayezink , @lordsagittarius , @moose-squirrel-asstiel , @thelovelydreamer17 , @chasefreakinstokes , @fanficscuziranout , @diverrdown , @tregua-oca , @junkiemuppettxx , @afterglowsb-tch13 , @hardyxlove , @cinnamon-roll-seth , @copper-boom , @dpaccione , @themaddies-obx ,

*if your name is crossed out, then tumblr is being stupid and won’t let me tag you.

JJ Maybank // Rudy Pankow taglist: @thatweirdblondesword , @saltwatercowb0y , @popcrone818 , @thee-sex , @coni-martina , @pm-my-hubbies , @timotaychalabae , @katiaw2 , @maybebanks , @sataninsatin , @obx-beach , @fangirlvoice , @lolitstiana , @teamnick , @danicarosaline , @losers-club6 , @bananasfromtarget , @rudypankowswife , @fratboystark , @notmcchkn , @obx-beach , @ifilwtmfc , @mk15x , @ameeravandijk , @bibliophilewednesday , @irdkwhatimdoinghere , @maybankbby , @halobaby , @lilsiswinchester , @iccyyyybitch , @http-cherries , @tovvaa

All my works tag list: @blossomreed , @mggstyles , @simonsbluee , @thewolf-and-thesheep , @obxrafe ( @obxrafejjwhore ), @abbiesthings , @itstaskeen , @reniescarlett

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avenging-fandoms · 7 years ago

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avenging-fandom’s fake social media posts

THE FSM I CAN MAKE!!

- instagram

- twitter

- snapchat

- text messages

- facetime call

ACTORS:

Love / Ross Butler

Traveling / Ross Butler

Admit / Ross Butler

Adopting a Dog / Ross Butler

Engagement / Ross Butler

Marriage / Ross Butler

Zoo Date / Ross Butler

First Born / Ross Butler

Disneyland / Ross Butler

Italy / Ross Butler

Night In / Noah Centineo

Visits / Noah Centineo

Facetime/ Noah Centineo

Love / Dylan O’Brien

Twins / Richard Madden

Instagram Photo Dump / Drew Starkey

Instagram Photo Dump / Rudy Pankow

SHAWN MENDES:

Wedding

Thank You

Song for y/n

Supportive Girlfriend

Revealing The Relationship

Traveling

Baby Announcement

His Birthday

VMAs - Twitter

Photographer Girlfriend

New Song

Day Off

Trip to NYC

Italy Tourists

HARRY STYLES:

Relationship

Missing you and his baby

New Song

Quaranting Together

Going Public

1D Fan

In The Studio

SHAMELESS:

POWER RANGERS:

Work Out / Jason Scott

MARVEL:

MARVEL ACTORS:

Love / Tom Holland

Best Friends turned Lovers / Tom Holland

Secret Spilled / Tom Holland

Daughter!Downey / Tom Holland

Cheater / Tom Holland

Best Friends / Sebastian Stan

Young / Sebastian Stan

His Birthday / Sebastian Stan

YOUTUBERS:

Cute / Andrew Siwicki

Engagement / Andrew Siwicki

Comments / Andrew Siwicki

Show Off / Andrew Siwicki

Babysitter / Garrett Watts

Best Friends / Garrett Watts

Relationship / Kian Lawley

New Car / Ethan Dolan

BILLY HARGROVE:

Underwear

Admiration

Photo shoot

STEVE HARRINGTON:

Appreciation

Lovely

Love / steve x male reader

STRANGER THINGS:

Girlfriend / Nancy Wheeler

DACRE MONTGOMERY:

Internet Girl

Joe’s Sister; My Girlfriend

Engaged

Date Night

Painting

Cast Love

Cook

Husband (male!yn)

Wedding

2 year anniversary

High School Sweethearts

..Surprise?

Soccer Player

Studying

Accident

#AdoptDontShop

Traveling

JOE KEERY:

Disneyland

Honeymoon

One Year

Photo shoot

Lazy Day

Pregnancy Announcement

Spa Day

Girlfriend

RIVERDALE:

Girlfriends / Betty Cooper

Pregnant / Sweet Pea

New Baby / Sweet Pea

Prom / Sweet Pea

“Just friends” / Sweet Pea

New Serpent / Sweet Pea

Southside core five / Sweet Pea

Mechanics / Sweet Pea

Protective / Sweet Pea

Secret / Sweet Pea

Graduation / Sweet Pea

Color Party / Sweet Pea

Baby Shower / Sweet Pea

Work Out / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea (pt. 2)

Long Distance / Sweet Pea

Summer Lovin’ / Sweet Pea

Sext / Sweet Pea (NSFW)

Hockey Player / Fangs Fogarty x male reader

Recover / Fangs Fogarty

Arts and Crafts / Fangs Fogarty

Girlfriend / Toni Topaz

Road Trip / Southside core four

Amusement Park / Southside core four

RIVERDALE ACTORS:

Cast appreciation / All cast

Jealous / Drew Ray Tanner

Off-Guard / Drew Ray Tanner

Behind the Scenes / Drew Ray Tanner

Love / Drew Ray Tanner

Facetime / Drew Ray Tanner (NSFW)

Work Out / Drew Ray Tanner

Cast Posts / Drew Ray Tanner

Dad / Drew Ray Tanner

New Baby / Drew Ray Tanner

Backyard Drive-In / Drew Ray Tanner

Announcement / Jordan Connor

Show Off / Jordan Connor

Doctor / Jordan Connor

New Girl / Jordan Connor

Crush / Jordan Connor

Baby Announcement / Jordan Connor

Break Up / Jordan Connor

Love / Cole Sprouse

Marriage / Cole Sprouse

Good ‘Ol Days / Skeet Ulrich

Announcement / Skeet Ulrich

Date Night / Charles Melton

Risqué / Charles Melton

Baby / Charles Melton

Date Night / Charles Melton

Hiking Trip / Charles Melton

Newborn / Charles Melton

Text Messages / KJ Apa (semi-NSFW)

Date Night / KJ Apa

Puppy Love / KJ Apa

His Birthday / Casey Cott

“Friends” / Lili Reinhart

Hype / Lili Reinhart

Hawaii / Lili Reinhart

Love / Camila Mendes

Relationship Revealed / Camila Mendes

Girl Crush / Vanessa Morgan

13 REASONS WHY:

Love / Jeff Atkins

Pool Date / Zach Dempsey

Basketball / Zach Dempsey

Road Trip / Zach Dempsey

Driving / Zach Dempsey

Surprise Date / Zach Dempsey

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untilwedont · 2 years ago

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Reassurance

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Kook!Male!Reader

Genre; Angst to fluff

Summary: The reader's been down lately and has been talking bad about himself. JJ notices and reassures the reader he's completely perfect.

Warnings: Insecure reader, implied smut towards the end, jj being goofy, not proofread

You hated yourself and that was that. If somehow the Lord gave you a chance to literally reincarnate as anything else, you would. Sure, you had a nice home, lots of money, but that meant nothing to you. Your family was a hot mess to say the least. The only person keeping you from completely drowning in your sorrows was your boyfriend JJ.

He seemed to have been the only one that actually understood you and didn't use you for some occasional sex like every other guy in your life has done. But still, as much as you loved him, you kept the insecurities you had to yourself, just like you've done for your whole life.

You simply feared he'd use your insecurities against you one day, argument or not.

So there you were in your room, picking aparts the things you hate about yourself in the mirror, just as you did every day. First it was your legs, then nose, then body, and it just kept going. The more you looked at yourself, the more you wondered if JJ really loved you, or if he just looked at you as a joke.

You stood in the mirror shirtless, running your hands through your torso, then hips, you were so lost in judging yourself that you hadn't realized your window began to open. In came your blonde haired boyfriend, "Heya babe, miss me?" You snapped out of your trance and turned around to see your beloved boyfriend.

Shit, how were you gonna explain yourself this time?

"Woah, did I walk in on something? I mean if you wanna have sex right now, we can. You know I'm practically the sex god." He smiled with a goofy grin. "Oh, no.. er- I'm fine. Was just changing my shirt." You tried your best to sound like your usual self, but JJ knew something was wrong.. somehow

Maybe it was couples gut, but by your tone he knew something was off. "Hmmm, I don't think so babe. Somethings wrong, what's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, J. I'm feeling great." You spoke, walking towards your bed and sitting on it, still shirtless. "A-Ah baby, tell me what's wrong. I won't take 'I'm fine' for an answer." You were silent for a moment, "Do you think I'm unattractive?" You blurted out. JJ was taken back by the question.

"What? Of course babe. I think your the handsomest guy on the planet. Why, is something wrong?" He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly rubbing it with his thumb.

"Really? I mean just look at me. My nose is too big, my body looks weird, not to mention my face is just... weird." Tears began to water your eyes as you forced yourself not to let those tears spill.

"Okay, babe, you gotta stop. Nothing's wrong with you, okay? Your nose is a perfect size, your body is immaculate, and your face is beautiful. So don't call yourself unattractive when you aren't, alright? I love you. I mean I'd literally die for you M/N." He placed his hand on your cheek and moved your head to face him. You looked into his blue eyes and smiled slightly.

"I love you so much J." You softly spoke and moved your head closer to his, placing your lips onto his soft ones.

What was supposed to be just a soft kiss turned into a heated makeout session. Your hands raveled in his soft, blonde hair as his hands explored your topless body. JJ's lips left yours so a moment and he spoke

"Let me show you how handsome you are to me."

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6rookie-writer0110 · 9 months ago

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Master List - 98

The night garden - Male Reader x Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor (Smut)

Lust - Male Reader x Chris Hemsworth x Zayn Malik, and Rudy Pankow (Smut )

Carve your words - Caitlin Snow x Male Reader (Smut)

Love and Thoughts - Peter Parker x Male Reader

Cold Weather - Barbara Gordon x Male Reader (Smut)

Strange Lovers - Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader.

Motion afterlife - Male Reader x Cheryl Blossom (Smut)

Lucky Dice - Pete Davidson x Male Reader

I know a place that isn't far from us. - Cass Hamada x Male Reader (Smut)

Sunlight - Cass Hamada x Male Reader (Smut)

Always finding another way - Penny Hofstadter x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Alphabet - Cassandra Cain X Male reader

#masterlist #master list

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yourmomxx · 1 year ago

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GIRL CRUSH

❧ summary - you are in love with jj, but he only has eyes for someone else

❧warnings - signs of depression, disassociation and withdrawal, all the angst, unrequited feelings, this is written kind of abstract, I think?

❧word count - 4.7k

❧based on this request

songs ❧girl crush - harry styles ❧she - dodie ❧astronomy - conan gray

❧main masterlist

“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?” ― James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

Kiara Carrera was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

It was a fact almost as certain as the continous circling of the earth around the sun.

She was captivating, really, and it was such a strong pull toward her it almost confused you.

Her hair was dark, curls silky and defined, in a way that yours could never be. You wished, sometimes, you had her tan skin, smooth and soft, the object of all desires. The way she walked was enchanting, floating just the right amount in her step and never too harsh. You could drown in the deep brown of her dark eyes, expression of empathy and compassion, sincere in a way you only wished you could be.

You were in love with Kiara Carrera, because who couldn’t be, with her angel voice, and her confident attitude, and the way she smelled of flowers, and beach, and the rising sun on the first summer day.

Kiara Carrera had once in your presence been compared to a descendant of the Greek goddess Aphrodite, which, in all honesty, you couldn’t do anything else than agree to. You would know, you were one of her best friends, you spent almost every waking minute with her and the rest of the pogues, and yet you never grew tired of the spark she had that made her glowing golden.

The amount of guys you’d had walking up to you, to ask for her or about her, and how could you blame them, you understood. But you turned them away.

You would like to say it was merely for Kiara’s gain, because you didn’t want one of those not-serious screwboys in her near, but it wasn’t, you weren’t considerate like that, another trait that she had you forward in.

But Kiara Carrera, beauty incarnate, the princess of pogues, living evidence of relations between the rich and the poor side of the island, had only eyes for one specific person herself. A boy that made her smile in a way that made her forget the entire world around her, and also shake her head in exasperation when he talked sometimes.

The lucky guy’s name was JJ Maybank, and he was her best friend, and, in a way, also yours.

JJ admired Kiara. In that way, he was no different to the other guys that kissed the blessed ground she walked on. He loved the way she paced around the room when she was contemplating hard, or the way the wind from over the sea blew a stray curl in her face.

JJ Maybank was more than his love for Kiara Carrera, though. JJ was kindness, and consideration, and he was the overcome of a terrible childhood, and he was the love he held for his friends.

In that way, you couldn’t blame Kiara for being infatuated him. Because who wouldn’t be? Thinking about it like that, they fit for each other perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

There was no space for you in-between. There never had been.

It had become a tradition for you and JJ to meet up in-between lessons to talk about the most mundane things, gossiping about annoying teachers and getting at least one intelligent conversation for the hour.

It was mostly JJ doing the talking, though, oftentimes. You didn’t mind. Letting JJ’s voice wash over you like the silent lullaby of the waves on a windy day had turned into a necessary comfort you couldn’t imagine to miss.

You hadn’t enjoyed school for a while now. There were too many people cramped up on too little space for your liking, and everyone wanted to talk about everything, and it demanded your concentration on things you found yourself not caring about or interested in.

But you met deadlines, and you delivered the grades, so that meant you were alright.

If the breaks you spent in-between classes leaning on your locker, talking to JJ - or mostly listening to him - were what made things worse or better, you didn’t know. And even if you had caught yourself glancing at his quickly moving lips for far too long than a friend should every once in a while, then you didn’t allow yourself to think about it.

The cheaply painted, red metal was cold against your cheek, as you did your best to not bend over and throw up that sickening feeling that’s been sitting heavy on your chest the entire day.

It was Thursday. Maybe. Might be Friday. You didn’t really remember it all that much anymore, it all was blurred. JJ was talking about a party he went to, where he met someone who told him something, that’s what your mind managed to register.

JJ didn’t enjoy spending time with you anymore. It was clear to you, clearer than freshly polished glass windows.

He hasn’t said it like that, of course.

JJ would never, he was too nice.

But you weren’t Kiara, and JJ would much rather spend time with her than with you. You knew that, it was not hard to tell.

All at once, JJ suddenly stopped his rambling mid-sentence.

You didn’t need to see the way he glanced over your shoulder as he suddenly stood taller, or hear the silk voice travel down the hallway, calling out his name, to realize who had shown up.

You recognized it in the change of his eyes when he looked at her.

Kiara swerved a younger student as she headed straight up to JJ, hugging him, and greeting you with the most blinding and sincere smile you’d ever seen someone wear.

She made it so easy to love her that you felt terrible about wanting to hate her.

Those thoughts were changed when she looped her arm around JJ’s and fixed his hair.

JJ’s hair didn’t need fixing, that’s what you thought. He was beautiful when his blond strands were tousled, boyish, and it added up with the mischievous glint that swam in his eyes.

You were being unfair now, you knew that, Kiara wasn’t the bad guy here, she’d merely pushed a strand of JJ’s hair aside as she talked to him.

JJ’s skin was surely burning at the spot where her skin had touched his.

You knew yours was.

JJ’s voice would be different as well, when he spoke to Kiara.

It was light, in a way that you knew you could never make him sound, because you had no way to make him feel free, and careless, and cared for, not in a way you used to, when he was still only friends with her and you were allowed to be selfish enough to keep him to yourself.

The sickening feeling spread again. From your chest, down to your stomach and in your throat, quite like the exact opposite of the warmth that seeing JJ once had given you, and you almost laughed at the irony if you weren’t in so much pain.

JJ waved his hand at you. “Hey man, see you later, I told Kie I’d walk her to class.” You blinked.

Kie. He liked to call her that. A nickname. He’d never given a nickname to you.

You nodded. “Yeah no, sure. See ya.”

JJ disappeared into the crowd, Kiara somewhere next to him.

All of a sudden, you didn’t know if the world had been this blurry the entire time.

The next time it happened, was at the beach.

You were walking next to JJ on your right side, Kiara was occupying your left. You were on your way together to John B’s cabin to meet him and Pope there, and had decided to take the long route next to the raging sea.

Wind was carrying the smell of salt in your direction, and JJ’s tanktop was tugged around all over his body.

In hindsight, you should have known. In hindsight, if you had spun the thought only a bit further, you would have known that there would not be a way for this to work.

JJ and Kiara were two forces pulling each other near, nothing that only possessed human strength could put itself between them, it was no use, not even to try.

“And I mean, the Carsons got this huge boat-”

JJ gestured around with his hands when he talked. You leaned slightly away as to not get in the way of his movements.

Kiara was focused on him when JJ spoke. Her body subconsciously drifted nearer.

You leaned slightly away so she wouldn’t bump into you.

JJ made a joke.

Kiara laughed.

She doubled over and leaned into JJ. Her hand found his arm as she slapped him playfully. JJ tucked his head down. Blushing, probably.

This time, the sickening feeling started in your stomach and chest already.

They were walking together now, right next to each other. Their joy-bounced steps carried them further than yours, weighed down by longing, and caring, and guilt, and you fell back.

The only thing you could do was follow their already vanishing footsteps in the sand.

When you arrived at the cabin, and Kiara and JJ greeted your friends a whole lot of feet before you did, John B raised his eyebrows at you, questioning.

You ignored his suspicious look.

Pope seemed to hold you just the tiniest bit closer when he hugged you.

The feeling spread out to your head.

The last time it happened was at a party.

One, that, in your defense, you did not even intend to show up to. It was a house party, which was unusual enough as it was, which pogue was there you could meet that had enough space in their house to throw a party and enough determination to clean it all up afterwards?

But, apparently, John Laren had moved new on the island, and wanted to make his presence known as of that event. Where middle-aged people brought casseroles, cupcakes or batches of brownies, eighteen year-olds threw massive parties with drugs and alcohol for everyone that was underage and younger.

As mentioned, you hadn't planned to go. In your current condition, a party was really the last thing on your mind.

Unfortunately for you, though, you had not calculated Pope Heyward into that idea.

That prick.

"Yes, I'm coming!"

You rushed to your front door, almost tumbling over that goddamn couch leg that you had wanted to rip off for years now, and quickly swung open the thick hardwood, before the person on the other side could get a chance to pound against it as if their life depended on it again.

"Geez!"

Before you were even able to realize who stood before you, Pope had already shoved you by the chest, and into the house again.

The door slammed close again.

“You are going to that party.”

Your mind wasn’t working right now.

“What are you- Hey, come back!”

But Pope had already made his way up the stairs. You turned and ran after him.

By the time you arrived on the upper floor, Pope was already standing in your room, ready to open the closet doors. You jumped forward and slammed then closed, guarding them with your arms spread like something sacred.

“Slow down,” you said. Pope rewarded you with an impatient look.

“What are you doing here?”

“You know what i’m doing here,” Pope shot back, no hesitation.

You withstood the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to John Stewart’s,” you clarified.

Pope did roll his eyes.

“His name is John Laren,” he corrected you. “John Stewart is on reality tv.”

He grabbed you by the shoulders, and easily maneuvered your non-resisting body to the edge of your bed.

“And you are going,” He stated. He pressed you into the mattress.

“Now sit down and be quiet, and let me pick out something for you to wear.”

Pope whirled around and ripped the closet doors open. He began rummaging though the different shirts and pants that were hung up inside.

“I don’t understand why you so desperately want me to go,” You said, swerving right to ditch an orange shirt that came flying at you just in time.

“Because,” Pope drew out the word slowly, as he concentrated on a black tank top in his hands, “you’re sulking.”

He walked over and thrusted the top into your grip.

“And when you’re sulking, I’m sulking,” he continued. “We’re twinning.”

“But we’re not-“ Pope raised a warning eyebrow. You raised your hands in defeat.

“Alright, alright.”

Pope patted your cheek.

“That’s my boy.”

A second of hesitation, but Pope sighed and the mattress dipped as he sat down next to you.

"Look, man," He started, hesitantly. "I like to think that you don't think I'm stupid."

You raised your eyebrows. Pope continued.

"And, considering I don't need glasses, unlike - some of us-" He took a deep breath.

"Man, I see the way you look at Kiara."

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.

The way you looked at- "What?" You stuttered out, not even trying to hide how baffled you were.

Pope shook his head. "My bad, I should have worded that differently. I mean the way you look at Kiara, when she is around JJ."

Oh.

Ah.

Your body felt slow. This made way more sense.

You didn't even notice how you were slowly turning away to not have to look Pope in the eye.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't-" Pope scoffed. More at himself than you, really.

"I know we have that rule. No pogue on pogue macking? But seriously, man, I should be the first person who knows what it feels like to be in love with their best friend. And honestly? I can't blame you."

You felt a comforting pressure on your shoulder when Pope placed his hand there.

"I want you to know I'm not judging you. Don't feel bad about ... what you're feeling. You know?"

You loudly breathed in, not even knowing what to say. What could there be to say?

Pope stood up again. His hand slid off your shoulder slowly. He didn't hold your silence against you. You silently thanked him for it.

"Look, that's the whole reason I want you to go to this party. You need to loosen up a little, drink away your thoughts, get some groove in."

Pope demonstrated his words by shaking his whole body from one side to another like a dancing snake.

The corners of your mouth cracked into a smile at that. Pope saw it as a win, turned back to your closet again, grinning.

You sighed, suddenly reminded of why he was here in the first place.

"What would I even be doing there?"

Pope shrugged, still rummaging through all your clothes, not caring about any mess. "Go out. Have fun. Have some drinks. Have some boys, have some girls, whatever you're feeling tonight."

You ignored him. "Are JJ and Kiara going to be there?"

"No," Pope answered shortly and pulled out cargo pants from the closet. "They both have plans."

"Together?"

Pope threw the pants at you. "Here you go. Put it on, fifteen minutes, downstairs." He waved himself off. "Actually ten, you're not a teenage girl. Let's go!"

And just like that, he was out the door. You regarded the clothes in your hands skeptically, the black tank top and dark green cargo pants, and couldn't help but notice, how Pope had not answered your question.

Jason Lawrence was a Pogue, whose lifestyle drifted more toward the direction of Kook. There had been a few of them over time, the line between too poor and too rich wavering, and they were trapezing on it.

Whether John Lance invited all entirety of the cut to show off, or to really just throw himself a good old welcome party, remained unclear.

In all honesty, you didn't really care that much. The only reason you were here was because of Pope, and the second he dared to take his eyes off you for more than five minutes, you would be gone like the wind.

Multicolored lights flashed over the ceiling like the spotlights in a club. Most people that were running around with red solo cups in their hands, you recognized - from bonfires or other house parties.

In a way, the entire cut was just like a really big neighbourhood.

Your eyes searched over the crowd of people, desperately looking for a quiet space next to a wall, hopefully, and you politely denied a blond girl with just the necessary amount of covering-up clothing, when she offered you a drink.

"Come on, man, at least pretend like you're having fun!"

Pope appeared next to you out of the blue, and if the loud music hadn't swallowed his equally yelled words, you would have flinched.

You shot your friend a grim look.

"That would be lying, and I don't like lying."

A sharp pain erupted in your chest when Pope stabbed his finger right above your sternum.

"See, I know that's a lie," He said. "Because I know you like lying, I saw you lying often, so what you just said -" He raised his poking finger, "-'t was a lie."

You leaned closer to him and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Dude, are you drunk already?" You asked loudly.

"We've barely been here for half an hour!"

Pope shrugged, shoulders and hips moving to the rhythm in a way that was definitely not correct by beat.

"Chester from the mini bar did a mix for me!" He explained, hand shooting out to point you in the direction where he had come from.

You raised your eyebrows. Chester from the mini bar might have mixed Pope's stuff a bit too well. That lightweight couldn't hold his own on a normal day with a beer.

You smelled the cup in his hand and couldn't fight off the way your face twisted in disgust.

"Dude, what is in there?" You took the cup out of Pope's hand, which was relatively easy, he wasn't all there with his hand anyways.

Pope drew his eyebrows together and pulled his lips into a pout.

"I was drinking that," He complained. You shook your finger in front of his face.

"I think you've had enough, honestly."

"Give that-" Pope burst forward and grabbed for your hand holding the drink, but you pulled it out of his reach just at the right time and raised your hand in the air the highest you could.

Additionally, you raised yourself on the tips of your toes.

Pope tried to stretch himself, but it didn't budge, so he shorthandedly pressed his thumb into the crook of your elbow hard, forcing you to bend your arm down.

Your friend let out a victorious laugh as he reached for the cup that was now almost on eye-level with him, when you made a not thought-through decision on the spot, raised the cup to your lips and downed its contents in one sip.

The liquid went down your throat like cold fire.

Your entire inside squirmed, and your face twisted into a grimace of pure disgust.

"Hey!" Pope threw his hands in the air.

"You're drinking, man! You're having funnnn!"

You wouldn't have put it like that, maybe. But when Pope grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you with him, through the crowds of people and to the shining neon letters that said MINI BAR, you just followed him.

You were having fun. It was almost an hour later, or maybe two, might have just been a half, you didn't really know. Or care.

The solo cup you were sipping held your fourth drink tonight, or your sixth, or your third, you had absolutely no idea.

All you knew was that it burned in your throat like any good liquor should, and that it made you feel good in a way you hadn't felt for weeks now.

The way you weren't quite in full control of your limbs was a side effect you chose to ignore.

The air was vibrating. All colors were more saturated than the first time you came in, they flickered behind your eyelids even when you weren't looking.

Hot bodies of multiple people crowded together, somewhere a table was playing beer pong, while the music roared through your blood stream and pushed arenaline with it.

It felt good. You felt good.

Why hadn't you done this much sooner, Pope was right. And alcohol was great. Like, actually.

The tunes drew you in. Masses of people, it felt, were moving in the same way, all together.

You closed your eyes, and just let it go.

No thinking about the right way to move your lips, the sweat slowly dripping down the back of your neck, or how the alcohol in the cup wasn't quenching your thirst, just worsening it.

It didn't matter. It was as if the music had manifested itself physically, and was moving all of your senses totally on its own.

You felt light, a feeling you had missed over the last few months.

Your chest was free, you could breathe.

The air was full of euphoria, it tasted of glee.

Suddenly, there was a sound that stood out, something that didn't fit the atmosphere.

You blinked your eyes open just the slightest bit.

There, just a few feet away from you, you made out a familiar arrangement of blond strands - some dark, others lightened by the burning sun out on the waves of the sea.

It was a magnetic pull, you couldn't do anything against it if you wanted to. You hadn't really been in posession of your own body since you had taken that drink from Pope.

"JJ!" You heard yourself call out.

Your friend turned around to you, and God, his eyes were beautiful. The string of colorful lights was perfectly illuminating the small streak of skin that was laid free beneath the unbuttoned top of his shirt, a brown one, lazily tucked into casual jeans.

He looked good.

And would you love to blame that thought on your currently dosed state.

So you did.

Your hand slapped on the place of his shoulder, just where his neck met his chest.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, loudly to overcome the sound of the music. "Thought you had plans."

JJ grinned. You mimicked it. Pope had once told you about the mirroring statistic with people one liked. You thought it was bullshit.

"Made a last minute change!" JJ yelled back, and even in your current condition you noticed how his gaze flickered, searching for something that wasn't you in the crowd of people.

"Me and Kie made a stop here before ending our date!"

You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were quite sure JJ repeated his same answer to you. But you didn’t really know, because your ears felt stuffed.

Me and Kie made a stop before ending our date.

Me and Kie. Our date.

You stumbled back.

John B had dunked your head in cold water once to sober you up. This was worse.

Your chest felt heavy, pressed together in a camp handle.

Your hand dropped from JJ's shoulder. He didn't notice. His eyes kept scanning the crowd.

You backed away. You needed space, just some way for your chest to expand and let air into your lungs.

Your back hit another wall of bodies. Everything was so tight around you.

The air didn't feel euphoric anymore, it felt stuffed, and thin, and heavy.

You needed to get out of here.

Stumbling, tumbling and tripping, eyes always focused downwards, you pushed past one person after the other.

You didn't know where you exactly were going, but when you reached a wall, there had to be a door somewhere too, right?

You got lucky. A tall boy was pushed into you and made you almost fall over, but the way you leaned into a different direction drew your attention to a large gate not too far away.

You gathered your last bit of lasting strength in your legs and pushed yourself out of the house, out of the stuffed room, into the cold air of the night, and the smell of sea salt rather than the salt of sweat.

You left the lights behind you. You just kept going. You needed to get some distance between you and that house.

You ran until you reached the shore; quite literally.

The hard wood of the dock creaked under every step you took further out, until you reached the ending.

Tied down ships were softly tuckering on the wooden stakes.

Rather laboriously, you leaned down to sit on the edge of the not fenced trail. You brushed some dirt off your palms, and hugged your knees to your chest.

Almost every last drop of drunkness you had felt just a few minutes earlier, had vanished.

There were no chattering voices around you, nor the hard bass of a remixed 2000's pop song. Just the small, almost not there, rush of the rustling waves.

An occasional drop signified fish swimming to the surface and diving down again.

Some frogs were quacking in the tall blades of grass.

You pressed your knees closer to your body.

Through your lungs, you inhaled the warm summer air. It would soon be morning.

Something directed your thoughts to the song 'Memory' from Cats.

"And soon it will be morning".

The background noise around you didn't change.

You hated how weary you felt, how heavy your heart. From one sentence, how your night was taken in one's hand, and crushed right in-between his fingers, without him even realizing the splinters digging into his palms.

You hated how much power you had given him over you, a man, a boy, who had no interest in you besides the one of a good friend, which was fine, you should be fine with that.

But for some reason, you weren't, in the same way that you weren't altruistic, and not a girl with dark hair and curls and tan skin, the way that you just weren't Kiara Carrera.

Who were you to blame JJ for the way you couldn't grow up and grow out of your feelings.

"Touch me, it's so easy to leave me".

A soft creak behind you caught your attention.

You didn't turn around.

There was no danger to be expected from the people on the Cut. Not that you knew of.

You told yourself that was the reason you stayed.

Not the fact that you didn't care, if the approaching footsteps were danger or not.

A body, clad in a dark brown shirt and jeans plopped down a few feet to your right.

You almost retched when the smell of distinct perfume reached your nose.

"What happened, man?" JJ asked loudly. "You just ... left, back there. We didn't know where you were." He chuckled. You could hear it in his voice, the way he was still rest-drunk. "Thought you found yourself a nice lady and decided we weren't enough fun, if you know what I mean."

You stayed silent.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw JJ looking at your side.

You heard him sigh.

"Man, I'm serious. If something's wrong, you can talk to me. I'm always there for you, you know that."

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Was it fair to let him fidget, like a fish on a rod? As far as you knew, JJ hadn't done anything wrong, not actively.

You stared out the sea.

"I don't like you with Kiara." Your voice was raw and rough. You slightly cleared your throat.

The light breeze made the reeds rustle in a whisper.

JJ sighed and rubbed a hand over his face frantically.

"I know, man," He murmured. "No pogue on pogue macking, I get it. I broke the rule."

You hummed. Behind the horizon, the sky colored brighter.

"Maybe it's that, yeah." You still didn't turn your head.

The night ended and greeted the day, the blood rushing through your ears drowning out any other noise around you.

You pushed down the shiver that threatened to shake your body when the wind picked up.

“But maybe it’s just because I am so terrifyingly in love with you.”

Behind the reeds and over the smooth water, the sun rose slowly above the Banks, a burning orange flare of light.

“I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I WANT IT ALL” ― Barbra Streisand

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x male!reader #male!reader #girl crush #yourmomxx #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks x reader #rudy pankow imagine

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untilwedont · 2 years ago

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My High

My ride or die

RQ: “please could you do a jj maybank x male reader where they smoke and it’s the readers first time high and he’s all giggly and shit and jj thinks it’s really cute?”

Warnings: Smoking, getting high, accidental confession

A/N: Never gotten high before so i have no idea what if feels like 💀 also i know i said id post this tmr but im posting it today. Two stories in a day yay

It was a hot day out in outerbanks as per usual, you and JJ were both out sitting on a dock, talking to each other while listening to the soft waves. You both had the biggest crush on each other for the longest time, but were too scared to tell each other how you feel.

All of your friends knew you both liked each other. It was so obvious and they hoped one of you guys would eventually make the move. It was like two idiots in a pot, a perfect duo.

“Y’know, I love comin’ out here with you. So peaceful and I feel like I can tell you anything.” JJ spoke, smiling at you with that goofy grin he has. You smiled back at him, small butterflies forming in your stomach with his words.

He was an idiot, sure, but he really knew how to get around someone’s heart. “I could say the same for you. I mean, how long have we been friends? Like.. 8 years?” You felt a soft breeze against your skin as you both laughed. “Ever since middle school, bud.”

JJ pulled out a bag of two chocolate cookies from his pocket, “You want one?” He asked, holding the bag up towards you. “Knowing you, you probably drugged them. What’s in them?” JJ smiled at your awareness, “You sure know me well. They’re edibles. I know you’ve never gotten high before so… wanna get high with me?”

He hoped you’d say yes since he wanted your first time getting high to be with him. You took a second to respond, pondering your decision. You smiled back at him, “Of course I would.” He grinned before opening the bag of cookies, grabbing one and handing it to you. You gladly took it from his hands and sniffed it. “Smells like a regular cookie.”

You spoke before biting into the edible. “Tastes like one too.” JJ took a bite of his, enjoying the taste of the freshly made cookie. “Trust me, M/N. You’re gonna feel out of this world.” You finished your cookie within seconds and you both waited a bit, talking about life stuff.

Finally, you began to feel an odd sensation kick in. A sensation you’ve never felt before. Almost like an euphoric feeling. “Wow, i feel like.. really relaxed..” You smiled, looking at JJ. JJ on the other hand, wasn’t as high as he only took two small bites of his cookie. “Wooah, everything around me is so.. bright.” You spoke, looking at all the exotic colors that weren’t actually there.

“So fuckin’ cool.” You whispered, giggling at whatever. JJ admired your new behavior since it was something he’d never really seen before. “Feel like you’re in another dimension yet?” He spoke, looking at your awe face.

“Totally.” You giggled, laying down on the hard wood on the dock. He laughed at all the cute expression you’d make from time to time. He laid next to you, looking up at the clouds. “This is so nice.” You spoke softly this time, smiling while looking up at the clouds which made various shapes that only you saw.

JJ didn’t say anything. He instead looked at you, “You’re really cute, Y’know?” He blurted out. His eyes widened but you didn’t respond. You were too fixated on the clouds to hear what he said. JJ sighed with relief. He almost accidentally confessed to his best friend…

That would’ve been really awkward.

#male reader #malereader #gay #malereaderinsert #jj maybank x male reader #outerbanks x reader #outerbanks x male reader #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow x male reader #rudy pankow x reader #outerbanks #jj maybank imagine

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yourmomxx · 1 year ago

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[ glory and gore ]

jj maybank x male!reader

summary: jj guides you through your first smoking session

warnings: smoking, drugs, suggestive but no smut, light dom/sub undertones, light switch undertones, author has never smoked weed, kissing

word count: 3k

a/n: anon, I’m really sorry that this request took so long. If you stayed here the entire time and waited for me to write this, then I am utterly grateful and will kiss the ground that you walk upon. If not, I would totally understand and apologize again for the long delay. I just hope it was worth it!

requested

A mix of flaming orange and golden hues colored the evening sky, reflecting on the soft crashing waves of the sea, an indicator of the already low-setting sun. The hushed breeze of the wind tangled through the high blades of grass, and carried the salty smell of seawater through the air.

With your eyes closed, the sounds of the leaves brushing against each other was distinct, a rushing sound much sharper than the gliding of the waves, but calming all the same.

You felt your boyfriend’s hand carding carefully through your hair, absentmindedly twirling loose strands between his pointer finger and thumb ever so often.

You opened your eyes just a tiny bit, to squint up at him. JJ wasn’t looking at you, he was listening to something his friends said, and you had a good view at the underside of his jaw.

You watched as his lips closed around the filter. You were laying on his lap, he was sitting cross legged on the couch outside John B’s chateau. One could argue that this was a poor position, but to you, JJ had never looked more beautiful.

The stuffy summer air around you had painted his skin with a glistening layer of sweat. The dark grey tank top hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing the golden skin of his piercing collarbones.

Sunlight caught in the blond locks on his head, made them glow and look like a halo over him.

He was beautiful, sunkissed and precious, and the way his jaw worked when he bit the insides of his cheeks made you desire to reach out and kiss him, feel the inside of his mouth with your tongue, touch the soft skin of his neck.

But there was still Kiara and Pope sitting opposite the both of you, and you knew that if you started properly touching JJ now, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. And where even was John B?

“I made a spear!”

Ah, there he was.

You opened your eyes now fully, shielding them with your hand from the low but still blinding rays of sun, and turned your head in JJ’s lap to get a good look on the brunet boy.

John B was a lightweight with nothing, except when it came to the consumption of weed. That was a cracking point for him. Might be the reason he rarely did it, or maybe the fact that he rarely did it was the exact reason why he reacted so easily.

Nevertheless, but this “slight vulnerability” of his, was the reason why he was standing right now in front of the four of you, holding a massive, and I mean massive stick – wherever he got that from -, with one end shaped to what only could be (should be) a peak, and from the sloppy notches you were easy to assume that John B had carved it into the stick with his pocket knife.

Said John B, whose smile was so beaming as his expectant eyes twitched between you, JJ, Pope and Kiara, like a child that wanted its drawing to be pinned to the fridge.

“No way, man!” Pope shouted out, amazed. He stood up from where he sat before the couch, legs only a bit wobbly.

Were you really the only person not high off your ass?

Pope made his way over to John B, successfully not tripping over any of the empty beer cans or takeout containers sprawled over the grass.

He reached for John B’s sti- spear. “Let me see.”

John B placed the spear in Pope’s hands, even if reluctantly.

Pope twirled the wood around in his hands, fingertips caressing over the bark. One moment he was mumbling something about different kinds of trees, and the next he suddenly raised the spear in the air and started chasing after John B with a yodeling battlecry.

John B was shrieking, running away from his friend and hitting hooks like a hunted rabbit.

Kiara rolled her eyes and let her head fall on the couch cushions. “Boys,” she groaned, but they didn’t pay attention to her.

JJ just watched, merely a grumbling laugh slipping out of his throat.

You looked back up at him.

JJ got calm whenever he smoked weed. It’s why you assumed he did it so often. The drugs calmed his thoughts, turned the rushing current into a smoothly rippling river, licking at his insides like shaping pebbles in the water.

You knew it was easier like this for JJ. You knew how the amount of thoughts running through his head everyday, overlapping with each other, screaming at his insides, and tearing through his skull, was easy to drive him insane. That he made a compensation of talking so much, so he could let some of those thoughts out of his mind verbally, before they got too loud and turned into something negative.

Something ugly, that told him what to hate about himself, and minimalize his worth. You knew that drugs weren’t the best option there was, but until you couldn’t find a better solution, until you couldn’t get out of this godforsaken town and away from everything that haunted him here, you had to be content with it.

The sunlight has almost vanished. You were still staring up at your boyfriend, captured in awe by his unwavering beauty.

If you had a camera, you would take a picture. Paint him like this, to keep it forever by your side.

The glooming light of the joint as he took a drag, a burning contrast to the now dark nightsky above him. How his jaw flexed as his lips loosely closed around the filter, and you couldn’t think of anything else than latching your mouth onto the edge of his bones, feeling the muscles work under your lips when his jaw fell slack and-

“You wanna try?”

JJ’s warm voice ripped you out of your thoughts, and put your feet back on the ground. He had a loose smile on his face, and held the joint between his ringed fingers, stretched a bit closer to you as an invitation. He must have noticed your longing gaze and complete misinterpreted it. He was oblivious like that.

The spicy scent of the smoke fully reached your nostrils as you eyed the joint carefully. And, actually – “Fuck it,” you shrugged, and held your hand out for him to put the joint in it.

JJ couldn’t help the confused look that crossed his face, and made his eyebrows shoot up. Then, the smile was quickly replaced by a knowing smirk.

Because here’s the thing: JJ had often asked you to smoke with him. Multiple times, actually. But until now, you had always denied him. Still, JJ had kept asking you, checking. Not in a pressuring way, more in a whenever – if ever – you are ready, I will be here to give it to you.

Turns out that whenever was today.

JJ put a hand on your back and maneuvered you off his lap.

“Come on, sit up,” he instructed and you did as you were told. JJ handed you the joint, and you mimicked the way you had always seen him hold it.

Cautiously, you lifted it to touch your lips.

“That’s it,” JJ said, “Now just pull. Breathe in.” You took a deep breath in, the taste of smoke and weed burning on your tongue.

“And now out.” A grey cloud of smoke came out of your mouth. JJ smiled at you. It was proud. “Attaboy.”

There was a tingling in your stomach, that rushed down right to the lower part of your body at his words. And it was not just you feeling this way.

JJ’s cheeks were flushed as he looked at you licking your lips to wipe away the aftertaste.

Usually, you were the one handling him and commanding him around, but this was JJ’s terrain, and he would be lying to say he didn’t enjoy taking care of you just a little bit.

There was a rasp in your throat but you managed to swallow it down.

“Look at you,” JJ praised, “Not even coughing.” JJ looked at you with a mix of adoration and surprise. Fuck that was hot. His lips were parted slightly. The tingling came back. You scrunched your eyebrows.

“I don’t feel anything. Should I take another one?”

Your boyfriend’s face broke out in a grin, as he took the joint from your fingertips in a swift motion. “Just give it a bit,” he said. “’t takes a bit to kick in.” You nodded. He would know.

“Can I lay on your lap again?”, you asked. JJ leaned back and planted his arms on the couch rest. “Be my guest,” he said, and god, his body was a sight to behold. Like a Greek god sculpted out of marble by Pablo Picasso himself.

You couldn’t help your eyes trailing along the exposed skin of his arms, his shoulders where the tank top ended, the curve of his biceps illuminated by the flickering light of the bonfire. Veins standing under the skin on his forearms, trailing down to his hands, where he had planted a ring on almost each finger.

Your mouth was watering, it was biblical. You knew how those fingers felt, feathery ghosting over your skin, and tugging on your hair, how they felt inside of you. You knew the sweat drippling from every pore of his body, caused by something else than the humid summer air, you knew it all.

And right now, it seemed to be the only thing you could think about, all-consuming eating up your mind, nagging at your brain, and tugging hauntingly at your insides.

You let your forehead fall onto JJ’s sprawled arm and buried your face in his skin. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you could hear him chuckle and say, “Or that.”

You turned your head a bit to look at him. At the sight of your boyfriend’s face, you felt your heart speed up. You bit your lower lip, God, JJ was so pretty. Had his hair always been this fluffy? You reached up your hand and ruffled it through his blond locks.

“Fluffy,” you said, and then giggled. Fucking giggled. JJ felt like he was in second heaven, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t all the weed.

He leaned over to peck a small kiss on your lips, a short sign of the affection he felt towards you.

But you chased after his mouth when he leaned back again, and who had he ever been to deny you? JJ was a weak man.

Your lips moved against his, a sinful dance of skin against skin. He lightly bit your lower lip, and the soft moan that slipped out of you made his closed eyes roll back in his head.

He used the small gap to slide his tongue into your mouth, savoring the feeling of hot skin and the still lingering aftertaste of weed, his weed, his joint, his boyfriend, his everything.

All of it was his, the kisses, the lingering touches, the cries of pleasure in the night.

A loud shattering sound from inside the chateau made the two of you rip apart.

“Pope, that was a vase!”

“Oh, shit!”

JJ let out a soft laugh. “That’s gonna take ‘em a while to fix that.”

Near you, Kiara sighed exasperatedly. You almost flinched. In-between the drugs and the intoxicating force that was JJ, you felt kind of ashamed to have forgotten she was there.

“I better go check in on them,” she muttered. She rubbed her eyes and slowly stood up.

JJ waved her good-bye. “Have fun!” She threw him a look, corner of her mouth quirking up into a smirk.

“You too.” Then she disappeared inside the chateau.

Like he said, JJ Maybank was a weak man. So it was no surprise that the second Kiara was out of sight, his mouth was latched onto yours again, hungrily pressing against you.

There was no space or time, there was just JJ, smelling like deodorant and the salty beach air JJ.

JJ’s hands slid on your cheeks, and you felt him shift his weight to lean back into the cushions. Without breaking the kiss, you followed after him, supporting your weight with an arm on the couch, as the other one travelled down the shape of your boyfriend’s body.

You only felt JJ’s warm flesh under yours, and his soft skin on your fingertips as you slid your hands under his shirt. His chest heaved with every breath he took in, and you pressed your lips between the pecks the second they were exposed to the warm air.

JJ’s breath hitched above you, and you didn’t stop.

You were too caught up in the intoxicating motion, the feeling of electricity that shot through you at every sound, every touch.

His tank top was now pushed all above his nipples, and you let your mouth travel all over your boyfriend’s torso, sucking on his skin and planting featherlight kisses where you were sure there would leave a mark.

You could feel his heart racing in his chest, and you were sure yours did the same, as you looked up at JJ, head tilted back, eyes closed and lips flushed red and bruised from the violating kisses earlier.

“Jayj,” you sighed. Another kiss between his pecks. “I really wanna blow you.”

A heavy sigh slipped past JJ’s lip, a sound that made your blood sing golden tunes.

“We-we can’t,” he managed to get out. But even to him, it sounded weak.

“Besides, this is your first time getting high,” He rationalized. “I’m not gonna risk you throwing up or passing out while having my dick in your mouth.”

You pressed another warm kiss, closer to the hem of his jeans. You looked up at him through your lashes.

“Please JJ; I promise I’ll do it good.”

JJ’s eyes went wide at your words, but you also felt the skip of his heartbeat under your palm. He wasn’t used to this.

Usually, you were the one to tell him No, JJ, we can’t fuck in a McDonald’s bathroom and Yes, JJ, jerking me off under the dinner table would be inappropriate.

The roles were normally reversed.

Normally it was you who entered his bedroom with a dark glint in your eyes, and commanded him to drop to his knees.

Normally, he was the one begging and squirming, offering up all his ways so he could make you feel good, being rewarded with everything possible you could give to him.

And while this reversal was new to him and also kind of intimidating, JJ felt a feeling blossom inside of his stomach that told him he liked it that way, too.

Maybe he should get you high more often.

Clumsily, JJ leaned in your direction and clashed your lips together with his. The kiss was all teeth, and it was sloppy and hurt just in the best way, but it was what JJ needed right now. If he couldn’t fill the inside of your mouth with his cock then he would do it with his tongue at least.

Your fingers danced close to the waistband of his cargo pants, and fuck, every muscle of JJ’s rational thinking body had to restrain him from throwing his head back in pleasure and just letting you do your work. But he knew that he couldn’t.

“Pogues,” he panted in your mouth, before you captured him again.

You hummed. Your fingers were still working his pants. JJ made no move to stop your hands.

Suddenly, you broke the kiss and leaned down again, peppering his chest with kisses. JJ’s pulse stuttered when he felt your teeth nip at his collarbone, and you started sucking where your teeth had grazed just seconds before.

Another sigh. “Jayj.”

Moments later, that could have been seconds, that could have been hours, you leaned away and started the same procedure under his right nipple.

Biting, kissing, sucking.

JJ knew you would leave blue and purple marks over his tanned skin, but did he care, fuck no. It was all the more reason for him to ask the pogues to go surfing with him tomorrow, throwing off his shirt and displaying the marks of your lust to the crashing waves and the stinging sun, pride washing into him like the flood after a tide, because he was yours yours yours.

JJ knew now what people meant when they talked about out of body experiences. He felt like he was floating, no longer held down with anything, on his own assigned cloud of heaven.

And if he never got there after death, then at least he knew what it felt like while he was still alive.

The cooling air of North Carolina around him, he felt it on his every pore, cicadas chirping, the only witnesses to this magical moment of his life, existing.

The soft feeling of your lips against his again was what made JJ come back down. He kissed you with everything he had, everything he felt, because it’s what you deserved, nothing less.

If he could, he would lay the world at your feet. The whole merchant gold, it shall be yours if you asked for it.

But he knew you never would.

“I love you, JJ,” you murmured as you nuzzled into his neck. JJ smiled. His skin was still flushed and his heart was still pumping blood through his veins at an enormous speed, but God, he could fall asleep like this.

“I love you too, baby.”

Absentmindedly, his thumb stroked the exposed skin just under your shoulder, and he felt your hands glide over his collarbones.

“I really fucking need a pizza,” you suddenly grumbled into his neck. You could feel JJ’s chest vibrating, as he let out a soft laugh.

He couldn’t believe how, a few minutes ago, you were begging him to be allowed to suck his dick, and now you were lying on top of him, all curled up and adorable, with your nose buried in the crook of his neck, holding him close to you as if he could disappear at any second.

“We will order one when you wake up, sweetheart,” he promised.

“Hm,” you hummed, but it didn’t really matter, honestly, nothing mattered right now. In the back of your mind, your ears registered the lapping of the waves, and the rushing of the leaves in the trees, and JJ’s hand on your scalp, and the rising and falling of his chest underneath your arm.

The domestic feeling you fell asleep with could not be beaten by any blowjobs in the world.

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