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obxsummer · 9 hours ago

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mess // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: groff gets grounded, sarah's wifey material, and a statue apparently holds the blue crown, which means someone's climbing to get it.

warnings: usual obx angst

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Morocco was proving to stay a challenge to you all, especially when the vehicle’s motor blew up on Cleo and the poor girl was stuck attempting to fix it. In the meantime, Pope was observing the items John B and Sarah had managed to pull from Terrance’s boat in their quick mission.

While JJ attempted to help Cleo get the truck started again, John B and Sarah were browsing at nearby booths. This left you and Kie to take the time to chill out and just observe the people around you.

What your fiancé had begrudgingly revealed to you, was he pickpocketed the gun the mercenary had dropped and it was now tucked in his waistband, clearly visible against the light colored fabric. You had rolled your eyes, but didn’t bother to argue with him. You were all unarmed, in his defense, so it wouldn’t hurt to have some way to fight back.

“John B, I’m tired of driving. Take the wheel.” Cleo waved dismissively as she climbed into a seat next to Sarah, allowing your brother and Pope to take the front..

The next location, Agapenta, was supposedly where you’d find some answers. The drive would take a while, a lovely 60 miles of hopefully peace and quiet. JJ happily accepted the empty time, letting you rest against his shoulder as the wind whipped around you all. The ride was as smooth as John B could make it, the road proving itself bumpty and full of twists and turns.

Eventually, pavement turned into dirt and Pope was pointing out a nearby well to refill water bottles and take a break to stretch. You groaned as the vehicle came to a stop and climbed out, your legs sore from sitting so scrunched together for the time being.

“Pope, I really hope you’re right about this well,” John B said as he rolled his neck, a popping sound following the movement and he sighed.

JJ reached up to help you climb down, the dirt hard and dry beneath your feet. You opened your backpack, shuffling through the mess to grab the empty water bottles you’d brought from Poguelandia to pair with the larger ones they’d bought at the market.

“How does this thing even work?” You asked Pope as you walked toward the well with the various bottles in your arms. “Like is there a pump or-”

“Hello!”

Pope grabbed your arm to pull you back from approaching the stones. The shouting continued in a language you couldn’t quite recognize before you all decided to look down the well at the same time.

“I guess we found Groff, huh?”

Bile burned your throat as you took a step back from the dark pit in the ground. JJ was standing a few feet away with a tan back in his hands, the contents inside likely belonging to the man stuck at the bottom of the well.

You wondered how he didn’t die from the fall, silently pissed that outside forces couldn’t have just ended this nightmare on your behalf. Because now, there was a decision to make that ultimately landed in JJ’s hands.

JJ gently squeezed your shoulder as he approached the well, a silent communication that he could do it. He looked utterly pissed and disappointed with the realization that he was really the only one to handle the situation, but leaned over the edge to address Groff.

“JJ, is that you?” The voice echoed back.

JJ sighed and looked straight ahead, completely dismissing the man in the well. “What happened?”

“I’m trapped down here because of that… Rafe.”

You snorted, pressing the back of your hand against your mouth to keep your laughter in as Sarah nearly broke her character next to you with a laugh. Leave it to Rafe to shove Groff in a literal well.

“But now, my boy, my beautiful boy, is here to rescue me.”

That one got a full giggle out of Kiara, and JJ looked at all of you with an unamused look. Annoyance was winning its course here, and really, now you wanted to leave.

“What happened to the scroll?” JJ asked as he played with the flask of water in his hands.

“Rafe! He took it and he tried to kill me, but I know where it is. I know how to get it back. We’ll go. We’ll go together, just… just throw me the rope!”

The blond boy stepped back from the view of the well, which evidently scared Groff enough that he started yelling again. You stepped away from Sarah and Kie to grab his arm, scanning his face for any hint of how he was feeling.

“You okay?”

To your surprise, JJ’s eyes were full of tears when he looked back at you and he looked angry. “He almost killed you. And now he’s sitting here asking me to help him?”

The broken whisper felt like a punch to the chest and your fingers unconsciously brushed over where the bruises rested on your skin. You’d support JJ through a lot of rights and wrongs, but this had to be the hardest one.

You’d come to hate very few people in your life, but Groff was the quickest one to reach that status. He was cruel. There were very few people that were wicked in that way, deep to their core, but he was a perfect example of one. Heartless, even.

JJ sighed, drying away stray tears with the back of his hand. You let your hand coast up his arm to rest on his neck, gently brushing the skin of his cheek with your thumb. “It’s okay. It’s your call.”

He shook his head harshly and stepped out of your grasp to approach the well again as Groff yelled out for him to toss the rope down. JJ picked up the twine with consideration and your heart felt like it was in your throat.

“JJ, I need you to throw me the rope!”

“Why?” JJ countered as he stared at the object intently. “Why should I do that when you tried to kill not only me, but someone you knew meant the world to me? To us.”

There was a pause before the answer. “I snapped. Sorry.”

John B let out a loud laugh at that one, his head falling back against the seat of the truck before his hand rubbed at his face in disbelief.

“Just get me out of here, JJ, and we will get the crown. Together, just like we planned.”

“You gave me away. You gave me away because you don’t want me. You don’t want a son. Now you come back into my life acting like you had to do that.”

“No of course not. You’re my boy, I love you.”

JJ reached back with an open palm and you took it wordlessly, making sure to stay out of Groff’s view but close enough that JJ knew you were right behind him. “No.. don’t, don’t say that. You don’t know what that means. You don’t even know me. You never were my father. You never even tried.”

“I’m a weak man, JJ. You wouldn’t kill me for that, would you? That’s not you. You’re better than me.”

JJ scoffed and shook his head before holding the rope out to you, which you took albeit confused. You watched as he untied it from the post next to the well, leaving it disconnected from any anchor point. “Being better than you really isn’t that hard. Bye, Dad.”

Without sparing a glance, JJ took a step back from the well to walk away and you stood there as Groff started yelling in protest for him to come back. You glanced back to make sure he was okay, Pope taking the time to hug him tightly, before you made your own decision.

Peeking over the edge of the well, you could barely make out Groff’s figure at the bottom and his voice was suddenly much louder until he stopped at the sight of you.

“Remember me? Daughter you never had but always wanted?” You asked, a teasing smirk making its way to your lips. Pulling the rope closer, you let it fall from your fingers and watched the saving grace hit the ground with a loud smack as Groff winced.

With a look of disappointment, you sighed to yourself, “You made your bed, now you can lie in it too.”

“Careful, we don’t know what we’re walking into.” John B was tense and on guard as he led the group from the car when the path came to an end. Desert stretched out in front of you all, save for a few bare plants that shifted with the wind.

As you all approached the walled entrance to Agapenta, Rafe’s voice carried across the open land.

“Okay, just take it easy, okay?” The stress in his tone was obvious enough that JJ was pushing against your shoulder to keep you out of view as they surveyed whatever was going on ahead.

Peeking through the brush, you made out Rafe’s figure with the map dangling from one hand and the lens from the other. His back was toward you all as he spoke with whoever was threatening him as he held his arms in the air. There was just enough room over the makeshift wall that you could make out the mercenary group with their vehicles and weapons.

“They’re gonna kill him,” Cleo mumbled as a few armed mercenaries started approaching Rafe.

Kie scoffed, “Do we care?”

“Yeah, that’s a good question, Pope. Then they’d take the scroll.”

You glanced over at Sarah, the girl obviously torn between the words being said and the fact that Rafe was her brother. He was trying, she could tell, and at this point, that meant enough to her.

“There are seven of them, they all have rifles.”

JJ’s hand fell from your shoulders. “I know. That’s why we’re gonna need to think outside the box.”

He moved to grab the gun from his waist, checking the bullets in the chamber before loading it. You swallowed thickly, knowing anything that involved JJ and a weapon didn’t tend to go well.

“Hey.” You grabbed his arm to hold him still for a moment. “This isn’t Call of Duty, okay? We can’t rush into action right now without thinking this through a little.”

Sarah had evidently thought it through enough and grabbed the gun from JJ’s hand to steady in her own grip, the group falling silent as she did so. “That’s my brother.”

The shot rang out, perfectly nailing the fuel tank on one of the mercenary vehicles to cause an explosion. You stared, amazed, before looking at the girl next to you. “Sarah gets the gun from here on out.”

Rafe took off running as more gunshots started to follow and you decided it was probably a good idea to get away from here. Dust kicked up around everyone as you ran, shouts to go faster or change direction coming like rapid fire.

The sunshine was so warm against your skin and dust coated your throat as you all came up upon the gates with barely enough time to slip through before Pope and JJ slammed the door shut just in time for gunshots to bust through the wood.

“We gotta move,” Kie called out as the boys barricaded the door as best as possible. Somewhere in the chaos, Rafe had managed to land here as well and brought up the rear as the group went running again.

“Oh shit!” You yelped as a group of sheep were suddenly in the path. They were just as freaked out as you and took off running, giving you enough time to take a deep breath before JJ was grabbing your arm and pulling you to keep moving.

An almost stumble in his step told you his side was getting irritated from the constant movement and you shifted to push him ahead of you, your hand pressed into his back to keep him going. You came up on a tunnel, Pope and Cleo coming to a stop as the yelling got closer to your location.

“What are you doing?” JJ slowed to look at the couple, the gun now in Cleo’s hands as John B, Sarah, Kie, and Rafe kept moving.

“We got it, we’ll hold them off,” Pope explained, his hand falling on your back to continue moving you and JJ along. JJ hesitated, hating the idea of splitting up but Pope had already made up his mind. “Hey, let me protect you for once, okay? You’re not the only one who shot teddy bears.”

Cleo gave you a stern look and nudged you in the direction. You gave her an uncertain smile, squeezing her arm in encouragement before you grabbed JJ’s hand in yours and pulled him with you. “Be safe!”

“We’ll be so safe!” Pope called back as they disappeared from view.

Your chest was heaving, sweat pouring across your skin as the tunnels and stairs weaved their way through the town. Before long, you guys managed to catch up to the others where Rafe so lovingly had John B at knifepoint.

“What the hell is going on?” You gasped, your hand pressing against your chest where it hurt to breathe as Kiara put her focus on JJ’s now bleeding side. You slid your backpack off, handing it to her wordlessly as she began to sort through the first aid supplied lying within.

“Rafe, I just saved your life!”

The elder Cameron sibling turned toward her, the knife following as he disagreed. “No, no, no, no, no. You did it so you could steal it from me. There was something in it for you. Not to actually help me, I know that.”

“Rafe, we don’t have time.”

“We can read that, you can’t,” Sarah argued back, completely unphased by the way he was shaking in front of her.

“Why would I help you? I don’t trust you. I don’t trust any of you, do you understand?” He panted, scanning the room where you all had him basically surrounded. He focused back on Sarah, taking a step closer. “Dad trusted you. You remember what happened to him? Remember?!”

You flinched as he yelled, taking a step back in shock as Sarah pushed Rafe away from her.

“Dad died saving my life,” She shouted before taking a second to breathe. “And you’re so eager to blame me for everything, you won’t even listen to what happened. Singh’s men had me at gunpoint. I was gonna die. Dad took those bullets for me. And if he was still around, he’d want us to work together. I know you know that.”

Rafe’s angry exterior was dropping with each word and as Sarah’s face crumbled with the recount, he was slowly beginning to think he had it all wrong. Shaking his head, his defensive stance disappeared. “No, you’re just going to screw me like everyone else in my life. I know you will.”

“No, no, because I’m all you’ve got,” Sarah reminded him, her voice thick with tears. “And you’re the only family I have left.”

The two siblings stared at each other for a moment, shaking breaths coming from each of them as they spoke through the things that had been left unsaid for almost two years now. You’d never seen Rafe like this, so broken and confused by what he was hearing.

For so long, Ward had such a deathly grip on Sarah and Rafe both. Rafe had received the brunt of the pressure, as the eldest child and male of the family, Ward used him instead of growing him in a way that a parent should.

“Alright, if we…uh, if we work together, I still get my cut. So-”

Sarah pushed the scroll aside and fell into her brother’s chest with a sob, her hands wrapping around him tightly. Rafe’s eyes filled with tears at the action, his own arms hesitating before holding her back as the two of them cried together.

Yelling nearby broke apart the peaceful moment, just as Kiara finished rewrapping JJ’s side with fresh bandages after cleaning the skin. She zipped your backpack before returning it, her eyes glancing to where the yelling is coming from. “I hate to break this up, but we need to go.”

John B was quick to get Sarah back to his side, taking her hand protectively as the group shifted out of the room to keep moving. You stayed back with JJ, moving just a bit slower to keep his side from reopening and letting the others gain some lead on you.

“You okay?” You asked as he winced and pressed his hand where the wound was.

He nodded, letting out a breath. “Just moving a lot. I don’t think fighting the waves was the best idea for it, yeah?”

You shook your head at him, eyes glancing over before you caught sight of a large, dark storm cloud on the horizon. “J? What’s that?”

He looked up and followed your gaze to where the impending issue lied. “Oh fuck. We gotta go.”

Not asking any further questions, you continued up the hill with him until you caught sight of John B, Sarah, Kie, and Rafe. Your brother was holding the map up to the sky, a shaped figure coming back in the reflection of the paper that looked nearly identical to the statue that was up ahead.

“Crown’s gotta be up there. Come on, let’s go.”

a/n: hi i'm so sorry this is short and took forever, just wanted to give a lil something before we get to the next scene

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drewsephrry · 3 days ago

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I’m not sure if requests are open or not so pls forgive me and ignore this if it’s closed 🤦🏻‍♀️. I love your blog you’re an absolutely amazing writer!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Smut Prompt List no. 2

19) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

JJ x fem

i am so sorry i took so long for this one, thank you for your kind words and for requesting!!! 🤍🤍

2k celebration!!!

warnings: sexual innuendos

words: 675

The boutique's cramped dressing room barely fit one person, let alone two. Yet JJ Maybank, ever the opportunist, had no care about invading your space. Leaning lazily against the mirror with his signature smirk, he looked entirely at ease.

“You planning to take all day, or am I getting a private show?” He teased, his eyes flicking to the dress you were still wrestling into place.

“JJ!” You hissed, shoving at his chest in a futile attempt to push him toward the door. “Get out before someone catches you!”

“Relax, princess.” His grin widened as he plucked at the tag dangling from your shoulder. “It’s not like I haven’t seen more before. Besides…” His gaze dropped, sweeping over the dress “This one’s cute. Little tight, though. Sure it’s your size?”

“You’re insufferable. Go harass someone else.” You said, glaring at him, but as always, he seemed fueled by the challenge.

“Nah.” He shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “You’re my favorite person to bother.” His tone softened, turning mischievous. “Now turn around. Let me see the back.”

“JJ-”

“Turn around.” He repeated, his voice edged with playful command. With an exaggerated eye roll, you complied, facing the mirror. The dress hugged your figure, the fabric clinging in all the right places. JJ let out a low whistle, stepping closer until the heat of his body brushed against yours.

“Damn.” He murmured, his tone shifting into something deeper, heavier. His fingers trailed lightly over the zipper, sending a shiver down your spine. “This might be my favorite one yet.”

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, your voice lacking its usual bite. His nearness was distracting, and you cursed the way your body seemed to lean into his touch.

“Admit it. You love that I’m impossible.” JJ leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you swallowed hard.

“JJ, someone could walk in-”

“Let them.” He said, his voice low and rough. “Might make things more exciting.” His hands slid to your hips, tugging you gently back against him. You gasped and his grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“JJ.” You started, your tone wavering between exasperation and something else entirely. “You can’t just-”

“Can’t I?” His lips brushed your ear, then trailed down to the curve of your neck. “You look too good to ignore.” Your hands clutched the edge of the small bench, torn between shoving him out and pulling him closer. JJ gently kissed your neck.

“This isn’t the time.” You managed, though your resolve was crumbling fast.

“Why not?” He countered, his lips grazing your shoulder. “You know you look amazing. I know it. And I can’t stop thinking about how much better this would look on my floor.” A startled laugh escaped you, part nerves, part disbelief.

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head.

“And you’re stunning.” He shot back, spinning you around to face him. His hands cradled your face, the teasing glint in his eyes softening. “Seriously. You drive me insane.”

For a moment, the air between you stilled, heavy with unspoken truths neither of you dared name. His thumb brushed your cheek, and your heart skipped a beat. His other hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

“Well, if I’m driving you crazy, maybe I should just buy the dress.” You cleared your throat, breaking the tension. JJ’s smirk returned, full of wicked charm.

“You should. But only if I get to help you take it off later.” He replied, with a smug grin. Rolling your eyes, you shoved his chest.

“Get out of here before someone calls security.” You pushed him. He backed toward the door, hands raised in mock surrender.

“Fine, fine. But don’t keep me waiting. I’ve got plans for us tonight.” He exclaimed.

“Plans?” You echoed, arching a brow.

“Yeah.” He said with a wink. “Me, you and that dress. Or maybe not.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving you breathless, flustered, and far too tempted to find out exactly what he had in mind.

A/N: this was probably not what you had in mind and i am incredibly sorry for that. but this request really stumped me for some reason. i still hope you enjoyed it!!🤍🤍

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espressho · 2 days ago

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new year's eve -- jj maybanks x bsf!reader ⊹₊⟡⋆

warnings → none, just tooth rotting, back arching fluff !

reader → fem!reader

summary → you've been best friends with jj maybanks for all your life. he's privately conflicted when he starts to notice his mindless flirting is turning into something real. of course, he's been pining after you for the better part of a year, but on the other hand, your friendship with him is simply too much to risk. before long, new year's eve rolls around, and he makes a drastic decision.

word count → 990 words

outer banks was heaven on earth, especially when the year was drawing to a close. you could feel the energy thrumming through the people, hear the excited chatter and find the occasional leftover christmas bauble floating in the surf.

the kooks, who lived on the north side of the island, were usually gone by now, on a fancy private jet to ski in switzerland, or some equally pretentious motive. however, this left the majority of outer banks to the pogues. for the pogues, this was the one time of year where they weren't washing yachts, cleaning tables, or working their asses off.

you'd always been a pogue, born and bred.

it was new years eve, so jj invited practically everyone on the island over to the chateau for a 'ass blowing party', in his words. the sun was dipping below the horizon when you arrived, tinting everything a brilliant hazy orange. pulling your jeep to a stop outside the slightly rundown house, you got out and headed towards the backyard, where music was booming through the trees and shady outlines of figures were visible through the foliage.

walking towards your group of friends, you smacked jj upside the head before he said a word.

"when you say a party, you're not supposed to invite all the pogues in outer banks over to the chateau!" you hissed, crossing your arms for good measure.

"hey, hey gorgeous, it's not my fault-- goddamn!" his eyes widened, eyeing you appraisingly. "well well well, look at you, lil' mama!"

you couldn't help but smile. he'd always had that effect on everyone. "you're not looking too bad yourself, maybank."

"when am i ever lookin' bad, huh?" he retorted, raising an eyebrow teasingly. before you could reply, he put his hand over your mouth, shaking his head. "uh huh, that's right. never." he laughed, letting you go.

"what about that time we were at the wreck?" john b jumped in, holding back a laugh. "didn't you stumble in with half your hair buzzed, missing a shoe?"

jj gasped affrontedly in mock indignation, leaping over to tackle john b in a headlock. "i told you not to bring that up!"

you tutted with a disappointed look on your face, watching the two boys tussle with each other. "jj maybank, how are you ever going to get a girlfriend at this rate?"

he choked a little on air, and tried to play it off, tossing john b at you and sarah with a playful shove, leaving john b to stumble against sarah's side like a disoriented puppy.

"y/n, how could you say that? you know i've got girls lined up around the block," he mock pouted, coming over and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "and plus, even if they don't like me, i've got you to give me a new year's kiss!"

you snorted, leaning your head on his shoulder. "yeah sure, jay. i'm gonna give you a new year's kiss, and the sky's fuckin' green."

"aww, you wound me, sugar." he said, looking down at you with a grin.

"oh, you big baby." you laughed, lightly bumping him with your hip. "you'll find your girl soon enough."

"i bet i will." he said, his eyes flicking back to the party after a moment.

the night went on as per usual, and of course, jj got drunk and had to be dragged around everywhere. and you were stuck with the job.

"jesus christ, jay, you smell like vomit." you wrinkled your nose, his arm draped over you again.

"i smell like strawberries and roses, thank you very much." he slurred, clumsily putting a finger on your lower lip.

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand off. "jj, cmon, let's get you some water."

"i don't water, i want a kiss from my pretty baby," he said, his eyes barely focusing on your face. "my pretty pretty baby."

"and who might that be?" you decided to humour him, slowly making your way over to the drinks table with a borderline incoherent jj in tow.

he laughed a little, the sound petering off towards the end. "well, she's like, super pretty. super super pretty." he grinned, his weight falling on you even more as he lifted the arm over your shoulders to draw a circle in the air. "and she's got an ass like," he made the circle even bigger. "that."

you raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. "does she? well, you'll have to introduce me to her sometime, won't you, jay?"

he finally looked at your face properly for the first time since he did that keg stand a while back. "hey, you look just like her!" he exclaimed drunkenly, stumbling a little as you came to a stop next to the water dispenser. "you've got the same... face!"

you paused a little, in between getting a cup and filling it. "do i?"

he nodded earnestly, finally standing a little straighter. "you look a little too like her, dude."

your reply was cut off as you heard people near the firework stand chanting 'ten! nine! eight!".

your eyes widening, you took jj's arm off your shoulder and held his wrist instead, dragging him over to the crowd. the flashing lights and glow sticks radiated off your face, colouring everything bright blue and deep violet. "c'mon, jay, count with me." you laughed, looking at his confused expression.

"y/n?" he asked, an expression of revelation coming over his face. "i think you're my pretty baby."

"what?-" you said, turning back to face him with a bewildered look. however, anything you said next was utterly drowned out by the exploding fireworks 50 feet away from you, and ultimately, jj's warm, if a little chapped, lips right on yours. his arms pulled you close, holding you pressed against him until the fireworks ended. eventually, you broke apart, breathing heavily. "god, jj," you laughed, after a brief pause. "you're my pretty baby too."

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lovelyjj · 1 day ago

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part 2

part 1

There you were with another guy, laughing, and JJ felt like he got shot in the lung and then the heart, repeatedly. You looked so happy and like you moved on. JJ was gonna kill this guy. How dare he touch what’s his. But you weren’t his anymore. JJ felt his heart actually break in half. He screwed everything up and he lost you.

JJ woke up in a panic. He had a terrible terrible dream. He instinctively reached for you but you weren’t there. That’s when he started to panic again. Where have you gone? Then he remembered what happened last night. And then he remembered you went to sleep on the couch. Unfortunately for JJ he was in the dog house.

JJ needed to see you or he was gonna go crazy. He got up and went to the living room. He saw you curled up on the couch sleeping peacefully. His heart ached because of what he did. He just wanted to hold you again. He had half a mind just to let you sleep but he knew he needed to fix this.

JJ decided to make you breakfast. He went to the kitchen and got the ingredients for pancakes out. He also made eggs. He prepared the meal and set your place at the table. He then went to the couch and woke you up. “Good morning my love I made you breakfast,” JJ spoke softly and shook your shoulder.

“Mmm,” you yawned and sat up. For a moment you forgot why you were in the couch. JJ smiled softly at you and then it all came flooding back. You frowned. JJ sighed, “Come on just eat something for me please.” You got up without a word and sat at the table and started eating. JJ was gonna take what he can get.

After you ate breakfast you thanked JJ for making it. That didn’t mean you forgave him though. “Can we talk?” JJ asked. “What’s there to talk about?” you responded. “Y/N, please.” JJ pleaded. “What?”

“I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you,” JJ reasoned.

“How?”

“Look, sleeping without you was literal hell. I hated it and I never want to sleep without you again. Let me show you how much I love you. Let me fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” JJ begged.

You were conflicted. You were tired of being mad but you did love him and that wasn’t going to change. JJ probably felt terrible you knew that and so maybe you would give him a second chance because no one knew you better than JJ. You honestly felt like it would never happen again. Not only did you trust him but you knew he was loyal. It must of been a slip of tongue. We’re you fully ready to forgive him? Let’s see.

“Okay, show me how much you love me,” you replied.

JJ grinned. He felt like he finally got through to you. He ran to you and picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed you on the mouth. JJ poured every ounce of passion he had into the kiss. It was heated and messy. He kissed you like you were his lifeline. His tongue entered your mouth and you started french kissing.

JJ took you to the bedroom and laid you down. He carefully undressed you then himself. He kissed your jaw and then down your neck. “I love you so much my beautiful girl,” he mumbled into your skin. You smiled a giddy smile at his words. You ran your fingers down his bare chest and he groaned. “I need you like I need air, please don’t ever leave me,” JJ begged.

“I won’t,” you whispered.

“Good.” JJ kissed down your stomach and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies. You felt your heartbeat faster. JJ always made you feel things. Most of the time he made you feel like you were the only girl for him. “I’m gonna be honest baby, you’re the only one my dick could get hard for,” JJ smirked.

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” “Need to be inside you mama,” JJ announced. You let out a whimper. JJ thought that maybe you need him as much as he needs you. JJ lined himself up at your entrance and you nodded your head signaling for him to fill you up. He entered you slowly and he let out a moan at the feeling. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good,” JJ cursed. “It’s like you were made for me.”

JJ thrusted in and out setting a good pace. His cock massaged your walls and you felt like you were seeing stars. JJ looked down at where you we’re connected and moaned. He felt euphoric as you sucked him in. “You’re my whole damn world baby girl, i love you so fucking much,” JJ panted.

“I love you too,” you replied. “Wait really?” JJ stopped. “You mean that?” “Of course I do.” “Does this mean you forgive me?”

“Yes I forgive you.”

“Baby you’ve made me the happiest man alive, you won’t regret this I promise. I’m the luckiest person ever, thank you so much,” JJ was ecstatic.

JJ reached down and started rubbing your clit. He could tell you were getting close with the way you were squeezing him. “Let go for me.” A few more sloppy thrusts and the band in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm washed over you and soon JJ spilled his seed inside you. “Fucking hell,” JJ whispered.

“I love you Y/N,” JJ repeated.

“I love you too,” you responded.

“You know I had the worst dream of my whole life last night,” JJ mentioned. JJ laid down and pulled you close.

“Really? What was it about?”

“You were with another guy and you forgot all about me,” JJ cringed at the thought.

“Well that’s never gonna happen. You are stuck with me.”

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drewsephrry · 2 days ago

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i am binge reading these, but johnbiana, ally! I was told to say this when sexuality was brought up, made me piss my pants!!!

kildare nights. twelve, baby names. previous ! next

gold at hand and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

an. i can’t wait to finish moving so i can post daily (or at least try). i love yall so much. like, actually, seeing you on my phone screen makes my day ☹️☹️☹️ i get so scared to post lol #anxietythings cause what if yall hardcore judge me. anyway… give me your thoughts if you’d like!!

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personapeters · 5 hours ago

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𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

— a jj maybank one shot (?)

✰ none if it was real — it was a dream; it was all just a dream.

rating: sfw — cw: depressing theme, s4 spoiler, graphic

˗ˏˋ listen & read: i know the end by phoebe bridges ˎˊ˗

the human mind is intricate — it’s ability to store, record, replay, create and delete different mediums of life. it’s bittersweet, saving each of your most cherished memories that you could only ever see again in the deepest grooves of your brain, allowing one to revisit them anytime they’d like and subsequently mourn all that will reside there, and only there, forever — childhood scents you’ll never smell again, the feel of loved ones hands you’ll never touch again or see again… unless you close your eyes.

“hey, no, no, it’s okay, it’s—it’s okay. look at me, jj, look at me — you’re gonna be okay. don’t—don’t move, okay? stay with me, you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna— please, jj, you have to—.”

her own voice sounded miles away, echoing as though she was deeply nestled in the furthest end of a cold, dark, vacant cave, her plea’s consumed by the null void of nothingness, dissipating into no more than just that — nothingness.

“please, you’re okay, hey, you’re—you’re okay, jj, please!”

her screams ripped violently through her throat, burning like fire at her aching vocal cords, ringing relentlessly in her ears. warm blood bubbled through her shaking fingers as she pressed into his waist, painting her nails a deep shade of red.

an unknown force gripped her ankles, yanking her legs from underneath her and throwing her down onto her stomach with a thud, violently dragging her away.

she dug her bloody fingers deep into the ground, desperately clawing and scratching at the sand in an attempt to crawl her way back to him.

“jj! i’m—i’m coming! hold on, please, i’m here!”

his limp, nearly lifeless body became smaller and smaller in the distance as she was pulled further and further away, though she could still see his face so clearly — he was insanely vivid.

“i love you, y/n,” he strained, his dirty blond hair resting over his crystal blue orbs as his head slowly lolled to the side, his pink lips parted as his eyes fluttered shut, a single, shaky exhale escaping his lungs before he fell completely limp.

he was so far, so distant, yet felt so close — so much so that she could have sworn she felt a warmth on her skin as though he released his final breath against her neck.

she didn’t stop struggling against her invisible restraint, not even for a second, kicking and thrashing relentlessly as her sight began to fade, darkness tunneling her vision.

“NO! i love you, JJ!

i-i’m sorry, i’m so sorry…

PLEASE jay! JJ!”

her eyes shot open frantically as her pupils dilated, attempting to collect the dim moonlight streaming through the window. her chest heaved rapidly as beads of sweat collected at her hairline, tears streaming endlessly down her flushed cheeks as violent sobs tore through her trembling lips.

what the hell was that?

was it real?

where is he?

suddenly, a flick was heard and a pool of warm yellow light flooded the space, a previously unnoticed presence shifting beside her underneath the thick duvet.

“y/n?” a familiar voice groaned, and her head instantly snapped in it’s direction, her entire body trembling in the wake of her terror.

it’s him.

“jj!” she choked out, her voice catching in her throat, her mind painfully foggy and vision an intense blur as she flung her arms around his neck. she squeezed him tight, relief flooding her body like rushing water from a broken dam, her frame jolting violently as distressed cries spilled out of her mouth and into his chest.

“woah, hey, what—what’s wrong, baby? what happened?” he croaked out in concern, his voice still heavily laced with sleep, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist in return, rubbing a comforting hand in circles on her back.

“i had a dream you—you died, you were… you were bleeding, so much… there was—there was so much blood, jj, all over you and—and my hands, i felt it. i—i tried to get back to you, i tried… i tried to get to you and i couldn’t… i just couldn’t get to you—.”

“—shhh, it’s okay, y/n… hey — it’s okay,” he reassured, pulling his head back and locking eyes with her, the poor lamp lighting making his blue orbs appear an empty gray, “you’re okay.”

he pulled her close to his chest once more, running his fingers across her forehead to brush some of her disheveled, sweaty hair out of her face, though her skin was so numb, she couldn’t feel it.

“it—it just felt so real, like you were… like you were actually gone… i—i can’t explain it. i’ve never… i’ve never had a dream like that before…. you died right in front of me, and—and there was nothing i could—could do to save you, i couldn’t—”

“—shhh, just breathe, baby — breathe,

breathe,

BREATHE—”

“—BREATHE, JJ!

PLEASE! no, no, NO, PLEASE!

kiara! john b! POPE!”

“hey, hey, focus, baby — focus on me,” he whispered, his voice so soft, so faint, so far, she almost couldn’t hear him, “you’ll be okay… promise. i’m here…. i’m here, just close your eyes.”

close your eyes.

CLOSE YOUR EYES.

she closed her eyes.

“hey, y/n?”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

“take care of the others, okay?”

“what?”

“wake up.”

“wha—? jj, where—where’d you go?”

“y/n, wake up.”

“please, jj, turn the light back on… i—i can’t see, p-please!”

“Y/N!”

“NO… don’t—don’t leave me here! jj, where are you?!”

“wake up! Y/N! please,

wake UP!

Y/N, WAKE UP!”

“wake up, please!” kiara wailed from the edge of the bed, heavy tears pouring from her wide brown eyes, her hands resting on the girls shoulders from where she was vigorously shaking her awake.

y/n’s eyes shot open, her arms instinctively reaching for something to grip as she gasped for air. she quickly sat herself up straight, quickly scanning the entirety of her surroundings with bloodshot eyes.

where is he?

“are—are you okay?!” kiara cried, though she already knew the answer, her lips trembling as she stared intently at her friend, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest.

“jj…” y/n breathed out, her voice cracking as tears spilled out of her already red, raw, sore eyes, “where… where is he?”

“i— what… what do you mean?”

“he’s here,” y/n stammered, her volume getting louder, “where is he, kiara?!”

“y/n, he’s… he’s not…” kiara shook her head to herself, squeezing her eyes shut as she pursed her lips, her heart disintegrating even more than she ever thought humanly possible, “he’s not here.”

“he is, kie, he—he held me, i felt him. he talked to me, told me he loves me… i—i heard him,” y/n sobbed furiously, leaning forward as she jabbed a finger towards herself before pointing it at what was once his side of the bed.

“he was right here — i woke up and he was right… right here, why—why are you lying?! don’t lie, he was here, kiara!”

she had herself fooled for a short lived time — a blissful, almost peaceful, heaven sent time where her mind was too congested with sleep and grief to know any better…

…but the last remaining sliver of her sanity tugged at the nerves in her gut, twisting and pulling harshly until her stomach lurched, tumbling her headfirst back down to earth, crashing back into reality with a bone-shattering impact to the unforgiving ground.

part of her hoped that if she believed long enough, strongly enough, then somehow, as though life was a fairytale, in that cloudy space between an unconscious slumber and hovering reality, jj would step out of her foggy dream bubble —

— and that by some miracle from god, he’d come walking through the bedroom door, his bright, dimpled smile on full display as his ocean eyes glinted with mischief, eager to let everyone know it some elaborate, sick joke and that they had all fallen for it.

but that wasn’t going to happen.

and she knew that.

“you—you were screaming, y/n… in your sleep,” kiara weeped pitifully, tilting her head as she furrowed her brows, “you didn’t… you didn’t just see him… here, did you?”

y/n shook her head slowly as she screwed her eyes shut, covering her face with her hands and crumbling sideways against the mattress, taking a deep, shaky inhale that hardly squeezed through her clenching airway before letting out a glass shattering, gut wrenching, throat tearing, blood curdling scream.

heartache.

sadness.

torment.

despair.

sorrow.

hatred.

misery.

anger.

regret.

pain.

love.

one could hear them all fighting through in the piercing octaves of her cry; every emotion — every. single. one.

all kiara could do was collapse beside her, pulling the girl’s head into her neck and cradling her, allowing their collective tears to merge as their bodies convulsed against one another.

“tell me he was here, kie! tell me you—you saw him, too!” y/n screeched, her breaths short and quick as kiara rubbed softly on her back; she, too, wanted to scream — wanted someone to tell her the exact words y/n was wrongfully hoping for, and to mean it.

“i wish i— i wish i could, baby,” kiara whispered, placing her wet lips against y/n’s temple, knowing there was absolutely nothing she, or anyone, could say — nothing they could do.

no amount of denial was going to bring him back.

sweet jj maybank,

the outer banks’ sunshine boy,

was gone.

“it was just… it was all a dream?”

“it was all a dream.”

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wandaismommy · 2 days ago

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Is she mine? - six

Rafe Cameron x ex!reader x Jj maybank

Summary: you and Rafe dated for two years, you were the perfect couple. Until Rafe turned 20 while you were still 18 and his dad needed him to take over the company in New York. It was between you or work. Rafe left for New York without a word leaving you alone, he returns 4 years later, after not using social media himself or speaking to any of his old friends from the obx only to find everything has changed

Part 7

#drew starkey x oc #rafe x you #drew starkey #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank

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umathurwin · 1 day ago

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you're the treasure, dive down deeper still

jj maybank x f!reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: Y/N just wants one evening to herself in a bar, alone. Is that so much to ask?

Well, for JJ, it is.

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

“Come here often?”

She cringed. It wasn’t like she didn’t expect people to talk to her; it’s a Kook bar, and most of them were massive extroverts, but she still wasn’t in the mood to make any conversation. Y/N pasted on the not-very-apologetic “sorry, not interested” look on her face before turning and replacing it immediately with a grimace when she saw the messy blonde hair. “Ugh, go away.”

JJ’s mouth dropped open in fake-shock, slapping a palm to the buttons on his vest—clearly part of some uniform. “Now now, Elsa. Why the cold shoulder?”

“That’s not even a good joke,” Y/N wrinkled her nose and took a sip from her drink. “How do you manage to work at every well-off establishment on this freakin’ island?”

“Labor shortage.”

“What do you want?” she asked monotonously.

“To talk to you.” JJ set an arm to casually lean onto the counter, and acted like his hand didn’t slip a little on the varnished oak surface.

“Are you even allowed to be talking to me?” she asked, glancing over to see if any management was monitoring this boldly lazy employee. They were not.

“Of course I am. In fact, right now, I’m telling you all about the special drinks we have tonight,” JJ winked, waving his arms to give mock-recommendations.

“I don’t drink.” JJ’s eyes flickered down to the sweating drink sitting in front of her. “It’s Diet Coke, smartass.”

He snorted. “Didn’t even say anything, princess,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw like he’d been punched.

Y/N’s back stiffened. “Don’t call me that.” She turned away from him in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch the apples of her cheeks heating up.

“Why?” he cooed, tilting his head cheerlessly. “You’ve liked it before.”

“Stop.”

“And you kind of are one. I mean, your father owns half the boardwalk. Dontcha sometimes feel like royalty in this little town? Guess that makes me your court jester.”

“Don’t talk about my dad.”

“Mm, sensitive topic? Is that why you’re so nervous that I’m chatting with you? You think I’m gonna mess up that sweet reputation you have if word gets out you’ve been getting fucked by a Pogue?”

“JJ—!”

“Or are you that flustered because you’re thinking about the last time we were together?”

“Please, d—”

“’Cause if that’s the reason, I honestly don’t blame you. I think about it, too. Have you ever cum that hard before in your life?”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, now just burying her face in her hands because it was definitely bright red by now. “Don’t you have some Cameron clan member to piss off?”

“Not ‘til 10,” he shrugged. “Until then, I’ll be here, taking empty glasses from rich people, replacing them with full ones, and whispering things in your ears that’ll make you cross your legs.”

“And what if I leave?”

He sighed, finally taking his weight off the counter and stepping away from her. “That’s the funny thing, doll. You always come back.”

***

JJ had to hold onto the headrest of the driver’s seat to keep himself stable while rocking his hips. A bead of sweat dropped off his forehead and plopped down onto Y/N’s body, but she was far too preoccupied to notice or care.

“Didn’t have to prove me right so soon, baby,” he teased, relishing the way her back arched up into him to increase their contact. “We didn’t even leave the parking lot.”

She whined. “Be nice.”

He bottomed out, leaning down to hungrily kiss her. “I think I’m bein’ real nice to you right now, sweetheart.”

Y/N gasped at his cock pressing against that one spot, digging her fingernails into the flesh on his back. “You’re gonna—fuck—get in trouble,” she whined, hand reaching up and streaking down the fogged window. His brain melted; as cliché as it was, it’s fucking hot.

She was unfortunately right, and if he isn’t careful getting back inside for his shift, she was gonna really be right. “Don’t care,” he gritted out anyways. “I’ll lose a thousand jobs for a chance to get this pussy.”

“M’gonna cum,” she admitted, and he could honestly tell. Her walls pulsed around him, threatening to release at any minute.

“Mm, really?” he purred, forehead dropping down. “M’little princess is gonna cum all over my cock? So good for me, and what did I do to deserve this?”

“Fucked me right,” she choked out in between thrusts, and boy, if that didn’t stroke his ego.

“Oh yeah? Like this?” JJ picked up his pace just a bit, slamming his hips against hers even harder, resulting in a delicious noise echoing around the cab of his truck.

In return, her eyes flew back and her entire body shuddered, her pussy clenching down around his cock and becoming suddenly so much wetter. He didn’t stand a fucking chance, and came with a shameless moan shortly after.

Redressing was the worst fucking part, for both of them. It was silent, and tense, two things JJ refused to subject himself to.

“Same time next week?” he joked, chest fluttering slightly and eyes darting around conspicuously. He always made some form of joke to cut the thick air between them (which she enjoyed, unbeknownst to him), but never anything about meeting again. It was supposed to stop happening, anyways.

Y/N sniffled after tugging her dress and heels back on. “S’exactly my problem, isn’t it? You know I’ll always be back.”

JJ forced a smile that lasted until she ambled out of the car and slammed the door behind her, leaving him alone in a steamy ass truck cab.

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj x y/n #jj x you #jj x reader #outer banks #obx #outer banks smut #outer banks fanfiction #obx4 #obx netflix

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maybejj · 1 day ago

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Gossip Girl: Outer Banks Part (26)

✩ masterlist ✩

social media au, 18+ MDNI

warnings: swearing, graphic pictures of bruises, mentions of fighting, mentions of guns

summary: JJ hard launches your relationship on Instagram after 6 months of dating in secret, for good reason. Now the secret is out and all of Outer Banks knows, including Gossip Girl.

JJ x pogue!reader

CAUTION BEFORE READING! this post contains graphic pictures of bruises (no nude photos) but can be highly disturbing for some. please read with caution and take care of yourself. your mental health comes first always 🫶🏻

Notes: please don’t hurt me, hurt gossip girl 😭 at least JJ is free…? let me know your thoughts/concerns/theories!! 🫶🏻 we’re so so SO close to finding out the whole story of what Adam did although you have a big clue already. but wait there’s more

taglist: @hopelesssheaven @annasturn0lo @sheisntyou @onelonelybitch @marleymarleymarleymarley @awurtzx06 @scaroooos @pr3tty-pink @freyawhitexxx1 @aesthetic-lyss @voidangxls @kathryn-maraudersversion

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strkeyz · 2 days ago

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RUMORS & REVOLUTIONS.

↳ JJ MAYBANK SOCIALMED AU !

‘everyone in the outer banks has a story, especially if they don’t want you to know it.’

↳ as a journalist for The Coastal Chronicle, you’re just trying to make a name for yourself. But the more you dig into the mysteries of the OBX, the more you find yourself tangled in its secrets—and drawn to someone who could change everything.

↳ meet the characters!

CHAPTERS.

01 | the first lead

more coming soon..

#lanilovesu #writing ᥫ᭡.#r&r ᥫ᭡.#jj maybank #jj maybank smau #strkeyz #obx #obx smau #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you

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almadelsur · 3 months ago

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💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone.

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau.

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him.

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart.

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you.

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned.

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know.

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken.

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“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning.

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under.

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj.

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.”

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

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