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[malfoyfarms]

Something Soft in March

WC: 456

Stumbling into the Chateau, all JJ could think about was how badly he wanted to shower. It was muggy, about to pour, and one of the few things he was looking forward to was taking the fattest nap in his clean sheets. It was Friday, and John B’s sister washed all of their sheets every other Friday. 

After he finally made it into his “room,” and stripped off his clothes, he saw her. Well, he saw the ends of her damp hair. She was lumped under the top sheet, face-down with her head wedged between the wall and the corner of the mattress. To a stranger, she appeared to be dead, but to JJ, he knew she was asleep. He also knew she needed him. 

To sleep in his bed in the daylight, play the odds of her brother seeing her body in the bed instead of JJ’s, he knew she was going through the ringer. He quickly showered, dried and dressed, jonesing to get back to the girl in his bed. He gently closed the door behind him.

As he slid into the bed next to her, she stirred and gravitated towards the smell of salt and dial soap. The nap he once wanted, was replaced with the curiosity to explore the youngest Routledge. The girl was always charged in their late night rendezvous, carefully managing stealthy entrances and exits. He was rarely conscious while she was relaxed. 

JJ pulled her onto his chest, discovering she was topless. Was he surprised? Only a tad. She was always running around in as little clothing as possible, ever since they were little. Her nose laid steady on his sternum. Her freckles were grouped like constellations, maybe that’s why Big John called her Star. He ran his hands down her back. Her skin was warm and soft which hid the sharpness of her spine and ribs. He watched intently as her diaphragm expanded and contracted every three seconds. The top of her head still smelled like cocoa. The girl had lost a battle with a box of brownies a couple of days ago and was still trying to remove the scent from her hair. 

JJ was so immersed in her outline that he missed her eyes flutter. “You’re home early,” she croaked quietly. 

“Actually, I believe someone passed out on the job.” A small giggle bubbled from the girl, and she snaked her way up JJ’s body. Her breath now tickled his collar bone. JJ was sent to the stars as she left kisses on his neck and scratched behind his opposing ear. 

With a crack of thunder and stiff breeze, she uttered “Let’s go back to sleep. We won’t get another day like this for a while.”

[rosie-posie1313]

JJ Maybank Fic Recs I ☀️

Rooftop By reawritesthings

That Side of You By maybebanks

won’t last | the bet (part ii) By myjjbaby

IT’S NOT LIVING (IF IT’S NOT WITH YOU)  By storiesbymads

My girl By ptersparkers

the tap of your fingertips By ^

Falling By mydogisveryadorbs

Stronger By maybebanks

jj as your boyfriend By drewcline

Dating JJ Maybank By kaylawritesfics

Bet By sodasback

the beauty of love By milkiane

the pact By ^

34 mins and 46 secs By ^

All a game By annab-nana

Dead of Night By tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Maybe more (2) By xreaderbooks

Affluenza | Pt2 By fics-n-stuff

Too Close  By onlystarrydreams

Dinner with the Parents  By tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Sleepy Girl By malfoyfarms

Lockscreen  By demiguisemoon

Welcome back  By eddiemunsonssoulmate

Angels Roll Their Eyes (2/2) By s-brant

Masterlist  By mildkleptomaniac

Clashing By ^

father like son  By ^

Well, This Is Awkward By fangirl-writes

prove you wrong By goldenroutledge

Masterlist  By love-chx

Details By spider6oy

In your blood By possiamo-andare

The loveliest girl on the planet earth By timmyswiife

The best of us By ^

Mistaken identity  By matthewtkachuk

Favourite crime By cryonme

Drive me crazy  By goldenroutledge

six times he realises he loves you  By fandomtravels

Father, dear father By sourcherryandsprinkles

Jealousy, Jealousy By siriuslyshewrote

Bonfire By sourholland

Storm drain  By ^

Almost By ^

Masterlist By sovuckie

Mornings By obxession

Do You Love Me By goldvenuslvrs

Right My Wrongs By goldenroutledge

Don’t Go By larksthighs

ROMEO AND JULIET By lenacameron

Gorgeous By demxters

jj stealing your spot to get your attention By amiableness

jealousy, jealousy  By mayraki

Stood up By jeyramarie

forever and more By xsamsharons

golden hour By hydroponicjj

boat and blunts By slytherbun

Avoided By lvstcd

Care for Him By bruh--wtf

[surftrips]

WELCOME TO OBX WRITING WEEK!

September 4th-10th, 2023

I decided to start this after noticing a lack of updates in the OBX tags. Since the writers and actors are currently on strike, we are in a content drought so I am hoping this can spark some more buzz around the show and beloved characters! Inspired by @jiaraweek. 

GUIDELINES

Anyone who writes can participate! It doesn’t matter if you’re new, don’t think you have enough followers, or if your account isn’t OBX centric.

Each day will have a prompt and suggested character to write for. You do NOT have to write for this character if you are not comfortable writing for them! (Please try to stick to the prompt if you decide to write for someone else instead, though). 

I am releasing the prompts EARLY down below so writers can plan ahead, please do not post before September 4th. However, feel free to post a teaser if you'd like.

These do not have to be full-length fics. Oneshots, drabbles, blurbs, and even social media AUs are appreciated as well! 

Don’t worry if you miss a day or have to post twice to make up for it. You can opt-in and out at any point of the week. 

The goal is just to generate more content in the tags, so have fun! :)

PROMPTS

day 1: monday september 4th - AU w/ JJ Maybank

starting off strong, let’s move away from the outer banks for a second. write a drabble or fic where JJ and y/n are in a different universe. maybe they have odd jobs or they’re vampires, make it as crazy or normal as you want!

day 2: tuesday september 5th - the very first night w/ John B.

forget an established relationship, how did y/n and JB meet? was it a meet cute or did they have an enemies to lovers arc? childhood best friends that fell in love through treasure hunting? write a drabble or fic that describes the very first time JB and y/n met. 

day 3: wednesday september 6th - reluctant friends to lovers w/ Sarah Cameron 

sarah and y/n end up together somewhere someplace. maybe one of them holds a grudge against the other. perhaps it’s a life or death situation and they need to work together. write a drabble or fic in which sarah and y/n unexpectedly grow close and become more than just friends. 

day 4: thursday september 7th - second chance w/ Rafe Cameron 

give me angst. give me fluff. give me butterflies. give me betty by taylor swift. write a drabble or fic in which either y/n or rafe gives the other person a second chance at love. because we all deserve it.

day 5: friday september 8th - how you get the girl w/ Kiara Carrera 

write a drabble or fic where either kiara or y/n are yearning for the other. show us how they’re planning to ask out the other person, the pining and waiting, make it as slow or fast burn as you’d like. 

day 6: saturday september 9th - childhood friends to lovers w/ Pope Heyward

arguably my favorite trope. think ‘you are in love’ by taylor swift. you can either write about the present day or give us a flashback scene from their childhood! write a drabble or fic in which y/n and pope grew up together and one day or over time realize they are in love. 

day 7: sunday september 10th - 5+1 w/ your choice! 

the tried and true format. five times your character was jealous and the one time y/n was. five times your character almost asks y/n out and the one time they did. this is not limited to fluff either, it can be angsty too if that’s your thing. it also doesn’t have to be 5, it can be less! 

Make sure to stick to the prompts and their days and have fun! Don’t forget to tag #obxweek23 and reblog stories from there so we can all support each other!

TAGS — @runningfrom2am @probably-writing-x @viawritesstuff @bloody-mf-bsc @malfoyfarms @rafeandonlyrafe @a-aexotic @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @madelynie @proactivetypaperson @softcoremaybank @obaex @keziahcore

Cannot wait to see what everyone does <3

[cl0udberries]

𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 [𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝟲𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯]

𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴!

𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:

bonita [fluff] @strstab

love bites [fluff] @divinedd

boys don’t cry [angst, fluff] @rafeysbafey​

ruffled hair [fluff] @fredshufflepuff

revealing secrets [fluff] @luversgirl

she wanted you [angst] @malfoyfarms

practice makes perfect [nsfw] @meadowscarlet

physical touch [fluff] @lvstcd

"please don't leave me" [angst] @mvybanks

my shirt [fluff] @mrsstarkey1

only you [tiny angst, fluff] @lovelyjj

this isn’t what it looks like [fluff] @winchester-books

aftermath [angst] @maybaenk

supermarket shenanigans [fluff] @katsu28  

olive green dreams [fluff] @heartthrobinsficrecs

man down [tiny angst, fluff] @loveharlow 

assigned seat [fluff] @quin-ns​

thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me [fluff] @https-florals

𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:

butterfly clips [fluff] | baby cupid [fluff] @milkiane

anything you want [fluff] | pretty girl [fluff] | midsummer's [fluff]  @wannabestarkeysgirl

fade [fluff] @witchwyfe

tossin’ & turning [fluff] | hold you forever [fluff] @luversgirl

drowning [angst, tiny fluff] @bound4drew

braids [fluff] @l0nelycupid

whipped [fluff] @luxestarkey

baby brows [fluff] @prettyboystarkey

sleeping in the clouds [fluff] @msgorillagripcoochie

be quiet [fluff] @maybanksstar

my sweet boy [fluff] @lvstcd

what did you call her? [tiny angst?, fluff] @winchester-books

𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:

skin [fluff] @jjmaybud

the drive-in [fluff] @honeymunson

[maddiwrites]

Secret Lives

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned.

Note: Hi guys! This is my first writing piece. I tried not to do a two parter for my first one but it ended up being so long. Sorry! I would love to hear your feedback so feel free to leave me a message! Part two will be posted soon. Also I have completed a rewrite of the show with a JJ x Routledge sister pairing so keep an eye out for that! Also wanna shout out @skiesofthesketchy​ @malfoyfarms​ @collecting-stories​ because they were some of the first masterlists I read and I loved them and it inspired me to write my own. So thank you!

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Language, angst, very slight mentions of abuse

Part 2

Y/N Y/L/N. That’s you. Or as some like to call you, Hannah Montana. You live the best of both worlds, living it up on Figure Eight and wearing hundred dollar dresses to fancy dinners and parties, sneaking expensive mimosas to brunches with your friends, and getting biweekly mani pedi’s with your sister. Meanwhile, when you’re not rolling around in the luxuries of Kook Life, you’re rolling around in the dirt with your Pogue friends, baking in the sun on a dirty small boat while drinking the cheapest beer one of the boys’ could get their hands on. Most Kooks hated you even when they wanted to be you. And most Pogues didn’t trust you even as they tried getting in your pants.

One of them being JJ Maybank.

Kiara introduced you to her group of friends right after freshman year. The two of you were the black sheep of Kook Academy. Both your families have money, sure. But you weren’t jerks about it. You enjoy a little pampering here and there, but you’re not tone deaf and superficial like the rest of your peers. You were so grateful that your science teacher paired you two together for that year’s science fair. You instantly clicked with the curly brunette and spent most of the class talking about whatever came to mind instead of actually brainstorming project ideas. After working together for months on a science fair project with a shared passion of wanting to help save the environment, Kie finally introduced you to her best friends.

John B and Pope immediately made you feel like one of the group. Sure, they were curious about your life but you never felt like you were being interrogated with questions. They included you on inside jokes and even gave you the nickname ‘Sassy’ after proving to them that you can hold your own in a verbal fight.

Thanks to JJ.

From the start he claimed to never like you. He hated where you were from, who your parents were, and that you never had a job. He hated that you didn’t even have to try to get people to like you. In his eyes, everything was handed to you on silver platter. You had a picture perfect life and all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and show off your pearly white teeth. He couldn’t stand you.

Yet, he was dangerously attracted to you.

He loved the way your hair shined against the setting sun, he loved that you didn’t wear makeup every single day like every other Kook on the island, he loved how your white jean shorts perfectly shaped your curves, and he loved how your temper was as equally as short as his because it made you fighting with him that much hotter.

Last night was no different than every other night with you and your friends. It was quiet, spent around a bonfire in John B’s back yard. You sipped on cheap beer from the can while the smell of JJ’s marijuana smoke wafted through the air. Kie lightly strummed the strings of her ukulele while Pope and JJ bickered about the pros and cons of smoking weed.

This was your family. You had friends on the other side of the island too but you weren’t as close as you were with the Pogues. You would do anything for the people surrounding you. Even JJ. You tried to tell yourself you hated him just as much as he hated you, but you couldn’t help but feel like every other girl on this island, falling for his ocean blue eyes and golden locks. His wit and his charm. His loyalty and protectiveness of his friends. How he looked with his shirt off. How he would wink at you when he caught you staring. You wished you didn’t, but you loved him.

“Hellooo, Y/N?” John B waved his hand in front of your face. You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

John B smirked but didn’t say what he was thinking. He always thought you and JJ were acting dumb when it was clear as day that the two of you were attracted to each other. He always caught you two staring at one another when the other wasn’t looking. You two would always ask about the other person when they weren’t there even if it was just to throw a sharp jab behind their back.

“I asked you what you were up to this weekend.”

“Oh,” You shrugged. “Probably run some errands, babysit my neighbor’s kids...”

Just like Hannah Montana, you also lived a secret life. Your life wasn’t as perfect as everyone thought it was, but you’d never admit to it. Your mother would be crushed, your friends would find you stupid and pathetic, and you would hate yourself even more than you already did.

“Good. Sunday we’re going to check out the surfing competition on Seasill Beach. JJ’s trying to qualify for it next year.”

Your smile immediately dropped. “Sunday. Oh.”

“Already got a spa day planned, Princess?” JJ smirked from across the way.

“I, uh,” You tried your best to fake a grin. “I’m sorry. I can’t go. I already have plans.”

You held you breath as you waited for someone to respond. This was the third time this month you flaked on your friends without a good explanation. You never knew what to tell them, only that you had plans. You were afraid if you said anything else, they’d find out you were lying.

“Again?” Kie stopped playing her ukulele to look at you. “Seriously. Is there some secret boy we should know about or something?”

You scoffed. “No.”

You felt the most guilty lying to Kie. After all she was your best friend. The one you were supposed to be able to share everything with, even the stuff you couldn’t tell your parents.

“Kie’s right. You bailed on us last week last minute too,” Pope said.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your head wasn’t working fast enough to come up with a lie.

“We all knew this day would come.” JJ’s smirk was gone. He flicked the butt of his joint into the fire and claps off the ash from his hands. “Hannah Montana dips her toes into the wild life. She feels free and independent long enough to decide she’d rather go back to her cookie cutter life and live with all the privilege that daddy has to offer.”

The word ‘daddy’ physically made you flinch. Your eyes narrowed in a tight glare as you dug your fingernails into the palm of your hand, hating that this was the way JJ thought of you.

“J...” John B tried to warn him but JJ didn’t listen.

“No, seriously.” JJ stood up. “I bet the reason she’s not telling us what all her ‘plans’ are is because she knows you’ll all be disappointed. Me? Well, I couldn’t care less whether you hung out with us or not. In fact, I’ve been praying for it. So tell us, Y/N, what are you doing that you won’t tell us? If it’s not some dude, then maybe you decided you’d rather be a Kook. Are you going to fancy lunches and riding yachts across the ocean? Maybe you’re spitting in the faces of the people who work to make your life easier. Maybe -”

“JJ!” Kie yelled.

You stood up, your vision turning red and your skin going hot. Usually you could take JJ’s insults. You were use to JJ throwing your family’s money in your face, trying to make you feel bad for something you can’t control, but this was too much. Because now he was calling you out on your loyalty to your friends. And he was so far from the truth.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You said. The other three stood up when you took a step in JJ’s direction. John B stood close to you. He didn’t know what you were going to do, but he’s never heard your voice so low and threatening in a long time. The other time was with a Kook who was giving JJ shit. Ironically. “For me to just leave.”

“I didn’t stutter, did I?”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. In fact, because I’m such a nice friends, I’m going to give you some free advice. First, the last thing you want to question me about is my loyalty to the people who’s lives I would put before my own. Second, I would suggest removing that stick up your ass because it seems like your way too uptight to handle it.”

JJ glared at you and didn’t move to respond. A part of you was surprised he didn’t have anything to come back with and the other part of you was relieved.

The thick tension between you and your friends was suffocating. Your night had been effectively ruined by a simple question. But the sad part is, you didn’t even know who to blame. JJ, or the other man causing most of your guilt and grief.

“Y/N/N...” Kie tried stopping you as you gathered your stuff to leave.

“I’m out of here.”

You stormed out of the backyard and into your car. There was only so much you could take until you broke. And you were not going to give JJ Maybank the satisfaction of seeing you break.

                                            ***********************

You couldn’t fall asleep last night. JJ’s words kept replaying in your head like a bad song stuck on replay. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to blame him for not trusting you. But instead, you hated yourself. Because you’re the reason he can’t trust you. Cause you have secrets you don’t want shared.

Your thumb hovered over his contact. Not JJ’s. The man who’s made your life a living hell for the last sixteen years. You wanted to scream and cry and slap him in his face. But instead, you stayed frozen in fear. Like the little pathetic girl he says you are. And you hated yourself more for proving him right.

Your attention was taken away when someone busted through your bedroom door out of breath. Kie immediately went to your drawers and pulled out the first bathing suit she could find and threw it at you.

“Kie -”

“We need to go,” She said. “Get dressed.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Pope and John B ran out of gas doing grocery runs for Heyward. We need to get them with the HMS Pogue.”

“Where’s JJ? Why can’t he help you?”

“He’s working,” Kie said quickly. “Come on.”

                                           ***********************

You and Kie found Heyward’s boat stranded in the middle of the marsh like Kie said it would be. John B and Pope were waiting for you on the back and thanking you both for coming to help. You hold the gas as they helped you onto the boat. They directed you to the tank while they helped Kie.

As soon as you made your way to the front of the boat, you heard the engine of the Pogue rev and take off. You dropped the gasoline gallon and sprinted to the back of the boat where they left you. John B and Pope waved back to you as Kie drove them back to the Chataeu.

“What the hell?” You yelled at them to come back.

“You and JJ need to work your shit out!” John B yelled back to you.

“What...” You mumbled to yourself before you heard the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you. You gasp in surprise when a sweaty JJ passed you to glare at the boat that’s getting smaller and smaller by the second.

“What the fuck?” He screamed.

“There’s food and blankets in the cabin!” Pope yelled back.

“We’ll come get you in the morning,” Kie said.

You clenched your teeth together with frustration. JJ looked just as pissed off and small part of you was disappointed with that. He turned around, cursing to himself and hitting random shit in his way.

This was going to be a long day.

                                           ***********************

After four hours, you and JJ still hadn’t spoken to each other. He took over the cabin while you laid out on the back of the boat. Your head was running with different thoughts. Should you try to make up with JJ? Should you just continue to ignore him? Should you tell him why you can’t go to the surfing competition tomorrow?

You didn’t know what to do but you knew you couldn’t sit here in silence anymore.

You reluctantly stood in front of him with crossed arms. He was smoking a blunt and looking out into the setting sun. If you were friends, you would take a picture of him right now. The pink sky painted his skin perfectly.

“What?” He said without looking at you.

“Seriously?” You raised one brow. “We’re asked to do one thing on this boat and that’s all you have to say?”

“I’m not sorry for what I said last night.”

“Neither am I.”

“Fine.”

You rolled your eyes. The problem with both of you was that you’re both stubborn. But if the problem with JJ couldn’t be fixed today, you didn’t know how much longer you would be able to put up with his rude remarks and assumptions about you.

“What the hell is your problem?” You said.

“My problem?”

“Yeah. Your problem. You’ve been treating me like shit ever since Kie introduced me to you. What could I have possibly done to make you hate me so goddamn much?”

JJ shook his head in annoyance. “I’m not doing this.”

He got up and walked to the back of the boat where you were sulking not even five minutes ago. You followed him like the stubborn person you were and you continued to grill him.

“I’ve tried so hard to be your friend. I’ve bought you drugs, I’ve even done yours and JB’s laundry. I put in a good word to the tourons who ask about you at boneyard parties. I laugh at your jokes, even when they’re about my friends. I try so hard to be on your good side and you still want nothing to do with me!”

“Because you’re a Kook!”

“So?”

“You have everything. Money, family, friends, a future. I don’t trust you because I don’t know what the hell you want with us. What do we possibly have that you can’t get on Figure Eight? Hm? Are you trying to prove a point to your mom that you don’t need her? You trying to prove to your dad that you’re a tough girl and don’t need his money or protection to keep you safe? Huh?”

“You know what your problem is? You don’t listen! I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t care about any of those things. I hang out with you guys because you are my friends. I have a good time when I’m with you. Why is that so hard for you to get?”

JJ scoffed. “Please. You don’t think I see you constantly checking your cell phone? Making sure no one can see who you’re texting? If we’re such good friends, why won’t you tell us what you’re doing tomorrow? You always have ‘other plans’ and then you never tell us what they are.”

“Because that’s none of your business!”

“If my friends are going to get hurt because of some lying bitch then it is my business!”

You were breathing so heavily, you were basically panting. Your blood felt like it was boiling under your skin and your head felt fuzzy with lack of thoughts. You didn’t know what to say, truly lost for words.

JJ took another step closer to you. You’re so close to him, you can feel his breath on your face and see every mark on his skin. You never knew he had a scar right above his brow or a freckle under his ear. He smelled like weed and sun sunscreen and his breath like mint. Had you not been fired up with rage, you would have thought he looked hot and maybe even made a move.

But now it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m sick and tired of you spoiled brats getting everything you want. You’re nothing but a spoiled rich kid who doesn’t even know the kind of privilege she has if it hit her in the face. You can’t relate to anything we have to go through. You don’t have to get dirt underneath your fingernails to make a buck. You don’t have to wonder where your next meal is coming from. You wouldn’t last a week on the Cut because you’ve never known what it’s been like to live the life we do!”

“You don’t know anything about me!” You snapped. The heart in your chest felt like it was being shredded to pieces by a rapid wolf. You felt like you were being torn apart one by one with each insult he threw in your face. Little did he know, he was wrong.

“I know enough to never want to see you again. I will never accept you into our group of friends. Don’t you get that? So you can stop playing the nice girl act around me and go back to Sarah Cameron and the other Kooks that you still hang out with despite knowing everything they’ve done to us. To Kie!”

Bringing up the fight between Kie and Sarah was a low blow and JJ knew it. It was something you always struggled with because you continued to be friends with both of them separately. At first, they were both mad at you but then accepted your friendship when they came around to loving the idea that you would fight for both of them. You tried getting them to talk and make up, but both of them refused. Maybe you should just stick them on a boat in the middle of nowhere and force them to work it out.

Although, clearly your experience with it wasn’t going so well.

“That’s not fair.”

“Yeah, well life’s not fair sweet heart. But you wouldn’t know about that.”

You thought the fight last night was bad. But this one took the icing off the cake. You wished so desperately that Kie had just trapped you both in a locked room, so at least you had the chance to break out and run away from the darkness that was clouding around you.

You were most upset that this was how JJ thought of you. You didn’t know if you would have the same devastating reaction if someone else had said these things to you. You wanted so badly to be friends with the blonde Pogue. You saw the way he interacted with his friends and you wanted to be a part of that small circle so badly, you would almost do anything to be in it.

But you didn’t think you could last another second of being belittled and tormented with JJ’s outspoken feelings towards you. You wished there was a rewind button so you could go back to bed and hopefully never wake up and you’d lock your door so Kie couldn’t break in.

You swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall and admit your defeat. You wanted to find the nearest corner and crawl into it and escape the murderous glare of JJ Maybank. JJ was wrong. You didn’t have everything. Because in this moment, you still wanted him. And you were just realizing that you never will.

“You judge me by the surface. You’ve never once tried to get to know me. You don’t ask. You just assume that I’m like every other kid on Figure Eight. You don’t know where I’ve came from. What I’ve been through. What I live with. You don’t know my plans for the future or my hobbies or even my favorite color because you didn’t ask!” Adrenaline pushes through your veins like a wave of energy. You’ve never felt so powerful but so small in your life.

“All right. So tell me,” JJ said. “Tell me whatever story you can think of that will change my mind about you.”

You paused, standing there face to face with someone who will never accept you. You were suddenly overcome with so many emotions you didn’t know which one to choose from. Anger, sorrow, fear, confusion, shame.

You couldn’t believe you even thought about telling JJ your story. A story that you haven’t even told Kie. The story about how you were actually born and raised on the far end of the south side. How your dad use to abuse your mother right in front of you before she managed to escape when you were eight. For six months you lived in her car before she got a job as a housekeeper at a cheap motel used mostly for hookers and their cliental. Her employer let you live rent free if your mom accepted a cheaper pay check. During one of her shifts, your mother ran right into Andrew Y/L/N. No, he wasn’t one of the hooker’s clients. He was actually on the property looking to buy out the place. Even though he was a Kook, he looked through the housekeeper’s uniform into my mom’s heart and loved everything about her. He took her on a couple dates, then less than a year later, married her. You changed your last name to his because you didn’t want any relation to your father anymore. You thought the man was scum and deserved to rot in hell for everything he put your mom through. You hated him and even wished for him to die. Sometimes you even thought about doing it yourself. But then you saw him again. At a gas station in the middle of The Cut. You couldn’t believe he recognized you and you were even more shocked he had the audacity to talk to you. And you listened. He told you how sorry he was. How he never meant to hurt your mom. How he missed his baby girl and wanted to be in her life again. You fell for every word because a part of you you didn’t know existed missed having a biological dad.

That was your biggest mistake.

He didn’t change. He was still the same bastard he was eight years ago, using violence and threats with people much weaker than him to get what he wanted. He loved guilting you with your new luxuries. How you now had everything right under your fingertips after you left him to wither away with nothing. He said you owed him. Because you were his daughter and you were supposed to love him unconditionally. And you fell for it every time. He never hurt you like he hurt your mom. A few slaps here and there but nothing to leave a mark to get your mother questioning.

So now you were trapped - trapped in his world and in his life. Using your own money that you actually worked for, little did JJ know, to pay for his bills, his drugs, and sometimes, even his bail.

You didn’t tell anyone about this secret life because you didn’t want anyone to make you feel any more pathetic and weak than you already felt. And most importantly, you didn’t want to hurt your mother by telling her you’ve been supporting the one person she’s been trying to protect you from.

And you were about to risk that by telling someone who probably still wouldn’t care about you even after hearing what you had to say. You are who you are. If JJ didn’t like you now, he shouldn’t like you after telling him your story, anyway.

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” JJ scoffed. “I’m finally asking you tell me something and you’re saying no?”

“Because you don’t care, JJ! Not really. You think knowing my sob story is going to get you to like me? I don’t need a pity friendship. I am who I am because of shit I’ve had to overcome. And this is me now. So if you don’t like it, then fine. We’ll do it your way and call it quits.” JJ didn’t say anything as you turned around to find somewhere to pass out in hopes of getting morning to come faster.

You found a blanket deep into the cabin and pulled it over your body, shielding yourself away from the world. You hoped the darkness would sweep through your head so you wouldn’t be plagued with torturous thoughts about your past or what’s going to happen to tomorrow. You cried - you cried because even after JJ ripped into your like a zoo animal, he still hated you.

JJ was wrong. You didn’t have everything. Because you didn’t have him.

                                           ***********************

Surprisingly, the sun rose sooner than you expected it to. Sleeping on the swaying boat wasn’t as awful as you thought it was going to be. In fact, it was kind of peaceful with the stars above you and the sound of moving water right under you.

The morning wasn’t so calming. You were slapped in the face with memories of the night before. Your stomach twisted at the thought of being face to face with JJ again. You knew what you had to do and thinking about it made you sick and depressed.

You pushed yourself up and checked the time on the radio. 8:03. Anxiety instantly flooded through you. You only had two hours to get home to be ready in time to run ‘errands’ with your dad.

You looked out to the back of the boat where JJ was looking into the horizon, probably waiting for your friends to come.

Fresh set of tears pricked your eyes at what’s to come. You loved your friends and you even loved JJ. But you couldn’t stay with the Pogues. You didn’t want to make JJ any more uncomfortable than he already was and you were afraid the constant fighting would push your friends further apart. You didn’t want to be the reason for that.

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders and walked next to JJ. Without a word, you looked out in the same direction he was looking and admired the morning sun.

Surprisingly, JJ was the first one to speak. He looked at you and instantly felt guilty all over again. He tossed and turned all night contemplating on whether he should wake you up to apologize or just wait until morning. He knew he wasn’t being fair. You’ve done nothing but tried to earn his trust since day one. You accepted him for all his flaws and he couldn’t do the same for you. Yeah there was the phone thing and not telling the others what you’re up to, but it wasn’t like you were constantly in his business. If you see him with unexplained bruises, you don’t pester him about it. If he comes back to the Chateau in a pissy mood and blames it on a fight with his dad, you try to make him forget about it with a distraction instead of making him tell you what the fight was about. Why couldn’t he give you the same respect?

Truth was he wasn’t so much worried about his friends getting hurt as he was getting hurt. He liked you more than a friend should which would make your departure from your friends that much more heartbreaking for him. He never felt this way over a girl, let a lone a Kook and he tried so desperately to hate you. But it didn’t work. Instead, it made him feel like the biggest asshole in the world. He wanted to fix what he broke. He told himself he still had time left. His friends weren’t back yet to get him.

“Listen, Y/N -”

“It’s fine, J,” You sniffled. This time you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks. You tried blinking them away which only made them fall faster. You hated crying in front of people. Your dad always said it was a sign of weakness and you believed him. You wouldn’t be surprised if JJ laughed in your face right now and called you a loser. “It’s done.”

“What are you talking about?”

JJ’s heart physically broke when he saw your tears. He had never seen you cry. Not even out of joy. He couldn’t believe he was the cause of this. That he had made someone as beautiful and as kind as you actually feel bad about herself. He wished he could take back time and start over. He wished he gave her a chance from the beginning. He wished it wasn’t too late.

You both looked up when you heard the engine of the HMS Pogue. In the distance, you could hear your friends laughing and calling out to you, not yet realizing their plan went to shit. You had to make this quick.

“The last thing I want is to get between you and your friends. You don’t have to worry about me hurting anyone, especially Kie. I’ll back off.” You said, making JJ’s brows furrowed in confusion and his heart raced with worry. “I’m giving you what you want. I’ll stay out of your life.”

JJ couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe he drove you to do the one thing he actually never wanted you to do. “Wait. You’re leaving?”

You looked JJ in the eyes and he wished you didn’t. Because for the first time, he didn’t see the light behind your eyes or the little crinkle in the corner when you smiled. They were dull and lifeless, making him sick to his stomach.

“I didn’t stutter. Did I?” You used his words from the other night and it felt like a stab in the heart to JJ.

JJ was left speechless which almost never happens. He wished he could say something, anything, to make you feel differently, to tell you he was wrong and sorry. But nothing came out. He could barely breathe.

“Hey you crazy kids,” Kie’s voice pierces the air, jokingly and airy. If only she knew that wasn’t how you were feeling.

“Missing a key or something?” John B joked alongside her.

“You should have called us sooner!” Pope added.

When the boat came closer to yours, they finally got a look at the two of you. They were shocked to see you silently crying and looking like all the life had been sucked out of you. JJ looked mad but they couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you or them or himself.

The three of them went sick with anxiety, suddenly wondering if this was a bad idea. Kie tried to get you make eye contact, but you wouldn’t look at her. You couldn’t look at any of them - afraid you might actually break completely if you did.

“Y/N/N...” Kie said softly.

“You guys okay?” John B asked wearily.

JJ helped Pope tie The Pogue to Heyward’s boat and hopped on right after. Pope traded spots with JJ and came up beside you and stood there awkwardly. He didn’t know what to do either.

You looked up at him before he could come up something probably stupid to ask. “Can you drop me off please?”

Pope glanced back at his friends and nodded. “Uh, sure. John B will probably get you there faster though if you -”

“No, it’s okay,” You said. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle being in an enclosed space with JJ for another minute. You just wanted to go home and forget the past two years ever happened. “I’ll stay here.”

Pope shrugged at his friends when you trudged back into the cabin and curled yourself into the corner. You didn’t know what the next few weeks would be like, but you hoped they go better than the last twenty four hours did.

[myjjbaby]

jj maybank

wish you were gay by @jjmaebank

coconut breeze series by @lavenderpope

you’re still the one by @milamaybank

pool by @popcsheyward

post it’s by @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar

put the pieces back together by @extratragic

tidal waves series by @spilledtee

not good for you by @cinnamon-roll-seth

my girl by @adoreyoudrews

hate can sound like love series by @thirstystarkey

i love you by @goldenpogue

sleepy girl by @malfoyfarms

study sessions series by @ptersparkers @storiesbymads

rafe cameron

100 ways series by @drewsephsmiles

more than enough by @calumbroutledge

happy place series by @downbytheouterbanks

over you by @outrbanks

love, rafe by @softstarkey

never let you go by @stargazingstarkey

party mishaps and helpful brothers by @ptersparkers

kiara cameron

soulmate by @lovelymaybankk

save the turtles by @angellissy

pope heyward

cuddles by @lovelymaybankk

stay still by @lavenderpope

john b routledge

stay a little longer by @drewstarkeys

if you ever want to be in love by @jjmaybanky

sarah cameron

her brother’s girlfriend by @ptersparkers

three times by @ad-infinitums

seven meaningful kisses by @kiarasflowr

others

best kept secret series (drew starkey) by @dstarkeys

out of my league (drew starkey) by @pogue-writings

young and beautiful series (rudy pankow) by @poguesrforlife

hungry eyes series (jj x reader x pope) by @drewsephsmiles

*work in progress, check back soon :))

[downbytheouterbanks]

some obx blogs that i simp over:

@jjmaybanx

@uwubonebabie

@outerbankswriting

@outer-banx

@malfoyfarms

@spilledtee

@pogue-writings

@peachy-jj

Feel free to reblog with obx blogs you simp over (:

[malfoyfarms]

She Loved You (extended)

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 721

Warnings:none

A/n: part two you’ve all been waiting for; side note @softboystarkey i saw ur user on the list and fangirled, ily

The moment John B had seen the familiar scrawl on the outside of a large manilla envelope, he called everyone over to read it. So here the group sat, sitting on the deck as JB pulled the papers out. 

“JJ this one’s specifically for you.” He started to hand it to the boy, but he was cut off.

“No, read it aloud. I won’t be able to get through it.”

So that’s what John B did. He started to narrate his best friend’s words. 

J, 

I really truly hope this letter gets to you. I didn’t want to put a return address on the envelope because I still can’t come home. I do, though, have something very important to tell you. 

For starters, I am safe. I have a roof over my head, a job, and maybe just one friend. I hope you and our gang of bandits are doing alright. I hope JB has forgiven me, because I fucking miss my older brother. It’s taking me longer to detach from you than I thought it would, mostly because you were my whole world. But also because I couldn’t stay away from the ocean. You and the sea are slowly becoming two separate entities, even if I see your eyes every time I look out my bedroom window. 

I hope you found happiness. I hope you are with Kie, giving her all the smiles, hugs and affection that only you could muster. If not her, I hope someone is receiving all the love you have to give. In our time growing up, the two of us have seen many marriages fail (I mean we were both raised by single fathers), and many survive. Miserably survive. That was also why I left. I didn’t want us to end up like either. 

The day you told me how you felt about Kiara had been one of the worst days of my life, and hearing you tell me you wanted another girl wasn’t even the worst thing. About two hours before I met you at the bluffs I took a test. And it was positive. Your pull out game fucking sucks. But so does my ability to take birth control apparently. 

John B stopped reading, as Sarah uttered a “shut the fuck up,” and JJ was paling by the second.

I was terrified, then over the moon, then shattered. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay with me because I was pregnant, we’ve seen how that plays out time and time again. I thought about getting rid of it completely, then maybe adoption. Once I heard your confession later that day I knew I had to keep it, so I could have a little bit of you no matter what happened. 

What I’m trying to say is you have a daughter. She was born on October 17th, healthy and happy. Her name is Quincie, Quincie Jay. She’s so beautiful, JJ. She has your blonde hair, my dark eyes, and loves to test the limits. Quincie loves the water. And the beach. Especially the sand. 

I’m coming home soon. I never want to keep her from you, I just wanted to let your universe work itself out before she made an entrance (and boy was it grand). She needs her dad, her two uncles, her two aunts and she needs to learn how to be a cockroach like the rest of us. I want you in her life, she needs to experience love from a Maybank boy. I added a picture to the bottom of the envelope so you could see her. 

All my love, 

Y/n (& QJ)

John B shook the package and a 4x6 photo of both Y/n and Quincie fell out. Y/n had eyes so full of love for her daughter, they were shining so bright the group barely noticed her now darker hair, free of charms, thread and braids, or the lack of her freckles. Quincie Jay on the other hand, she was laughing, her mouth was open, and Y/n was right. She looked like JJ with her mother’s eyes. His girls looked so lovely. 

The group was frantic trying to take a peek at the baby girl in the photo. But all JJ could think about was that his girls were coming home. 

@eddiemunsonhero___ @lilacreader7 @gengen64 @123anonymous123456 @solargazes @Taintedxkisses @shamelessatoru @folkorelover888 @taurusvic @nadinenoa02 @softboystarkey @VOIDRANBOO @Tvdnmf @blueray222 @simp4holland @onehellofabisexual @idli-dosa @byycassie @bokutosmeatythigh

[eddieismypimp]

Tag Game!

thank you @spookysmujer for tagging me♥️ (doing this made me realize we need more POC in movies and t.v shows because there is not enough)

Oscar Diaz - On My Block

Scott McCall - Teen Wolf

JJ Maybank - Outer Banks

Sal Fisher - Sally Face

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Jim Halpert - The Office (i love this goofy mf)

Phillip Gallagher - Shameless

Tastee/Poussey - Orange is the New Black (i couldn’t just pick one)

Zach Dempsey - 13 Reasons Why

Rio - Good Girls

@malfoyfarms @poguesrforlife @namubabies @blackmissfrizzle @oscars-wifeyyy @spookysprincesa @spookysnena @youare-mysonshine @polkaduck @oscardiazcaps

[downbytheouterbanks]

this is it. this is my FAVORITE TAG EVER!!

@ssjiara @malfoyfarms @milaonthemoon @jjouterbanks @fav-imagines

powerpuff yourself. ✨💫

I've decided to make a tag where you powerpuff girl yourself because i find these fun. just make one here and tag a few people. you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

i tag: @thelocalpogue , @ceruleanjj , @baby-bearie , @heartbreak-hemmings , @katie-avery , @drewstarkey , @drewtruly , @jjmaebank , @myjjbaby , & @outerbxrafe .

[malfoyfarms]

Cowboy Maybank: JJ Maybank AU

AN: So this was supposed to be posted back in August/September when we were doing OBX writing week, but I failed to do so. I would lowkey LOVE to keep writing blurbs/fics in this universe though, let me know what you think.

JJ is a ranch hand / cattle fitter in this!

Warnings: Age gap (five years, but 18+), mentions of all things cowboy, mentions of intoxication

Word Count: 520

JJ looked across the truck, skipping past all the sour patch kids wrappers and empty energy drink cans, to look at his girl. He turned Zach Bryan down just a tad when he realized that his cowgirl was out cold. JJ thought she looked gorgeous with the orange midwest sunset pouring over her. He knew she’d be pissed that she fell asleep, something about creasing her makeup and her Native American jewelry leaving marks on her skin. Her falling asleep was inevitable, they had had a long day taking care of her family’s cattle, and now headed to a sale to purchase a new calf (or two). 

JJ began to see all the ways the girl had woven herself into the truck. The small polaroid on his dash, the hair ties on the gearshift, branded necklace hanging around his rearview mirror. He looked her over once more, noticing her dark flared jeans and hot pink blouse pressed against his old worn out truck seats, he thought to himself, “How did I pull that?” Sure, JJ and the girl had grown up showing cattle with (and against) each other, first meeting when they were 8 and 13. Here he was, ten years later, incredibly grateful for the opportunity to love her. JJ thought about the first time they had hung out as “more than friends.” Boy was it a disaster. 

He was an hour late to pick her up, as one of the cows at work had gotten loose. On top of that he was soaked, they almost missed her favorite part of the rodeo, barrel racing. The flowers he had for her? Crumpled in the passenger seat.

 They didn’t talk the entire way to the rodeo. She was pissed, she never dipped below her standards, and while normally this event would have thrown JJ right out, she’s had a crush on this crazy cattle loving boy forever, and her father wouldn’t let him take her out on a date until she was 18. A boy who respected her father’s wishes? She had to see this one through. 

The two had arrived at their destination, but JJ took a minute to gaze over his girl before they pursued a night of bidding, buying and slight intoxication. Her posture hadn’t changed much since he last checked on her, but for some reason she looked different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but ignored it and started to push the hair out of her eyes. 

One thing about the cowgirl was that she liked to be woken up slowly. As she fidgeted back into the land of the living, he responded to some texts and made sure to pull her sweatshirt out of the back seat. 

“Hey Sugar,” she said in a mocking tone. That was her name. Her smile grew miles wide when she saw her favorite boy in a trucker hat with her family’s ranch brand on it. “Ready to spend some money?” 

He chuckled, thinking of her father’s text to him about not letting her spend all the money, as he ran around the truck to open Sugar’s door.

[malfoyfarms]

Comfort

JJ Maybank x Pogue!Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Okay this may be self indulgent bc I just had my heart broken by a boy. Also i’ve never written smut before, rip. Not proofread bc i’m working

It was a warm summer evening in the Outer Banks, and Y/n walked back to the Chateau quietly. In the summer she never walked slowly, let alone quietly. She tried to pack her summers with as much adventure as she could, no matter how sleep deprived she was. Her grandfather always said that she could sleep in the winter. 

The hole in her chest was growing, she felt heavy. Her mouth was dry, nose was running, and she kept looking up at the sky trying to make the tears go away. Stopping for a moment against a tree, she took a deep breath, “You were just fine without him, you are just fine without him.” 

Her friends always used to tease her that she was too much of a “lover girl,” falling a little bit in love with anyone, everyone she met. She just felt so stupid. Kiara had warned her about the boy that had mysteriously shown up one day and gave her the world. Sure it could have been the start of something wonderful, he was the original one to show interest, so that had to have meant something. 

By the time she had actually made it to the Chateau, she had swallowed her sadness. She put that award winning smile on, and was ready to be her normal self. Walking in, the girl threw her bag into her normal spot, and made her way toward the jetty. She passed out greetings and hugs and jokes as if she wasn’t just trying to get herself to breathe a few moments ago. 

The pogues could tell something was off. They could tell she had been upset by the way her eyes were glossed over. But Y/n was closed off, no amount of prying would get her to reveal what was going on inside. That’s just how she worked. John B tried to cheer her up by throwing her in the water, Sarah just offered her a small smile and a compliment on her swimsuit. One she was now going to donate because he had told her just how gorgeous she had looked in it. 

JJ offered her a Twisted Tea blueberry, her favorite, but she only took a few sips over the entire afternoon on the boat. She knew if she became intoxicated, there was no stopping the feelings, no covering up. 

“Lover girl, you headed out tonight?” John B asked as they started collecting money to buy pizza for dinner. 

“Uh, n-no actually. Here’s $10 for dinner,” she quietly pulled a ten out of her bag, and the others watched her silently. Y/n was always peeling out around this time, ready to experience some romantic rendez-vous with her beau. 

“I’m not letting you pay $10 when you’re gonna eat maybe a piece of pizza,” John B argued back.

“JB just take my money!” all eyes were on her, “It’s less y’all have to pay anyway.” 

To avoid any confrontation, she walked up to the house to get her sweatshirt. The air hadn’t changed, still as hot and sticky as before, but the girl knew without the protection from the hood of her sweatshirt everything would be too real. 

God, while the sweatshirt provided a small amount of comfort, it brought back more painful memories than it needed to. She could smell her perfume, one that he thought was just to die for, the chewed up aglet that he would constantly take out of her mouth and say “relax.” There were still no notifications on her lock screen. She kicked her backpack with all of her might. 

“Mama,” she slowly turned around. “Why are we kicking the living fuck out of our backpack.”

The smug look on her best friend’s face made her lip shake and tears come sprinting to the front of her eyes. JJ’s expression quickly changed when she started to come towards him with open arms. 

“I knew there was a reason you didn’t chug your Twea.” 

The girl quietly shook in his arms as he guided her to his room. “You’re allowed to cry, you know, I won’t tell anyone.” 

“No.” Her voice wavered. “I-I just want a distraction. Can you give me that?” From the way she was laying next to JJ, to the doe eyes, she was achieving exactly what she wanted. JJ pushed the hair out of her eyes, lingering his fingers just long enough on her jaw to indicate he was going to falter. And falter quickly. 

Y/n closed the distance between their faces. Her lips locked intently around his, becoming the dominant mouth. JJ pulled her back just long enough to wipe the tears from her eyes before kissing her back hungerly. 

Her hands wandered under his shirt and up his back, feeling every knot in his muscles, but settling on one right below his shoulder blade. Their lips stayed latched together as she began to massage the knot. JJ’s hands similarly mimicked her motions but he settled on her hips. His first two fingers found themselves tangled in the side strings of her bikini bottom, while his thumb and last two fingers found themselves squeezing her love handles. 

Small, breathy, almost inaudible moans escaped from her mouth as JJ guided her hips against his torso. His other hand buried itself in the nape of her neck, pulling her hair to force her chin up as he nipped and kissed at her neck. Her perfume made him absolutely and unequivocally feral. He hummed against her collar bone, feeling her body snap towards him. She was dying for friction. For contact. Anything to smother the weight in her chest. 

Never had he imagined when he volunteered to go talk to the pogue, he’d be up close and personal with her. 

His fingers untangled from the strings, and pulled leg up by the thigh. He gently ghosted his fingers over her most personal spot, feeling wetness and the small whimper against his neck. 

Y/n’s dainty hand guided his hand to touch her where she needed attention the most. He followed her advances and pushed the fabric to the sides. One quick swipe of his fingers to gauge her readiness and then he pushed two fingers in. She was rolling her hips and clenching around JJ’s fingers almost rhythmically, like he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. He pressed on her clit, adding pressure to her.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong,” he questioned, pressing down heavily as he ended his question. A hiss slipped through her lips. “If you make me cum, I won’t have any.” 

Her hand stalked down JJ’s swim trunks, trying to determine how big he was. His penis became still and hard as her fingers circled the shaft. He bucked into her palm, looking for his own friction. After a few particularly hard presses on her clit, she began to let up on her hand job. Too immersed in chasing her own high.

JJ couldn’t remember the last time he had been this turned on, this quickly. He’d only been on solo missions recently, eyes always eyeing one specific prize. 

Finally finding the courage, JJ flipped her underneath him. While placing sloppy kisses on her collar bones, he ground his hips into her. Both letting out soft gasps from the pleasure of pseudo-sex. 

“JJ, please.” she mumbled. “Put him in. I need it.” She took it upon herself to untie the bikini bottoms, trying to quickly find the friction again. JJ nearly came at the girl’s begging. 

He then found himself ripping his trunks off at lightning speed. Y/n took his cock and lined it up with her entrance, teasing JJ with her slit. He waited for her nod, and then slid himself in. He let out a small breath at the feeling of her warm insides around him.

“J, move,” she begged. He began long, slow thrusts into the girl, trying to make every second count, trying to keep from finishing in her like it was his first time. JJ could immediately tell she needed more stimulation. He pulled out, and waited for her to open her eyes. 

“Turn around mama, lay on your stomach.” Doing as she was told, she opened her legs impatiently waiting for his re-entry. 

JJ did as he promised, sliding in with a faster pace. He slowly pulled her ass towards him, up in the air. He could feel her clenching. She was so close. JJ had her body mirroring his, her back flatly against his chest. His one hand played with her front as his other held her by the neck to his. 

“I’m s-so,” she squeaked. “So, close.” As she finished her sentence, her thighs shook, her walls clenched around his dick, and nails dug into his forearms. 

This lethal combination sent JJ spiraling, releasing his load into her before he could even think of pulling out. Her body went limp as JJ rode out the rest of his orgasm. 

As their bodies separated, he then spun her around to hold her close. Even with his cum dripping out of her, he wanted to make sure she was okay. 

“Are you okay?” He looked down at her, trying to avoid looking at the trail of each other down her legs. 

“No,” he panicked. Had he crossed a boundary? Broken something good in a weak moment? “You just started an addiction.” 

Relief flooded his body. “Good, because I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

[malfoyfarms]

I have a few concepts that I wrote for OBX week, that are only partly finished— would anyone actually read them if I posted them??

[beauvibaby]

this is so cute 💕

1. My dog

2. My family

3. The family I nanny for

4. DREW STARKEY

5. My brother (he’s family but he deserves a separate mention)

The last 10 people in my notifications @transparentshoecolorprune @emmaiscool22 @number-0-iz @thedarkqueenofavalon @tinylatina01 @bluebirdsbluebells @malfoyfarms @becca-harlow @poguelyfetheonlylyfe @outerbankswhore

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in the notifications!

Ah, thanks for this ask! 😊💕💕

Okay, so the first thing has to be ice-cream!! Cause I just had one today 😂🤤

Disney and Marvel Movies 😍

Songs 🎶🎶

Thunder/lightning/rain ⛈

Stars or the night sky! I larb it 🌠

Last 10 people in my notification are- @corneliastarks @lovelytholland @londonspidey @the-crazy-fanfictionist @halfblood-princess-505 @spideygirl2003 @starktonyx @properweirdparker @harrysbbby @mango-pickle

[malfoyfarms]

Here’s a tag list for part 2 of she wanted you and my writings in general! https://forms.gle/btAFRFNnZUdAxY1J9

[malfoyfarms]

it’s been 7 or 8 years since I first read the summer series & now I’m watching the tv adaptation & im sad to admit that Conrad fisher still has me in an absolute chokehold