#rudy pankow

[panthergirljess]

Rudy Hand Appreciation Post Cause Jesus Christ

[optimism-blooms]

Domestic Jiara In OBX S4 (2024)

[jjmayhem]

Favorite

JJ Maybank & Reader (fluff blurb)

The sky is a masterpiece, every shade of gold and pink and violet blending together as the sun sinks slowly into the ocean. You and JJ sit on an old, sun-bleached blanket thrown across the sand, the edges catching in the breeze. His arm is draped lazily over your shoulders, the weight of it familiar and easy, like it was always meant to be there. His thumb traces slow, absent circles on your arm, a mindless habit he’s picked up when he’s relaxed — when he’s with you.

JJ’s talking about something, voice low and a little rough, carrying that soft, rambling tone he only uses when he feels safe. Half the time he’s laughing through his words, telling you about the stupidest things he and the Pogues have pulled off, the kinds of stories that make your chest ache with fondness for the boy beside you. But sometimes he trails off into quieter confessions — about how he used to dream of running away, about how sometimes he still feels like he’s holding his breath waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But every time he says your name, it’s different — softer. Like a promise. Like a prayer.

You shift closer to him, feeling the cool press of the ocean breeze against your skin, and without hesitation, JJ pulls you tighter against his side. His fingers find their way into your hair, idly twirling a strand between them as if he needs the constant reminder that you’re real and right here.

“You’re my favorite part of all this,” he says suddenly, voice so quiet you almost miss it over the sound of the waves. “You know that, right?”

You lift your head to look at him, catching the way the dying light paints gold across his face — the familiar crinkle at the corners of his eyes, the boyish curve of his mouth when he smiles at you like you’re his whole world. And maybe you are, because when JJ loves, he does it with every reckless, bleeding piece of his heart.

“I know,” you whisper back, your hand finding his where it rests against your shoulder, threading your fingers together. “You’re mine too.”

He laughs under his breath — that real, quiet kind of laugh, the one you know he doesn’t let many people hear — and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. You stay like that long after the sun disappears, long after the stars blink awake in the darkening sky, tangled together in a quiet little world that feels like it was made just for the two of you.

[mrsmaybank4]

i get on my knees and pray to the god of maybank

[jj-maybank-deserved-better]

Netflix Brazil giving us what we want

📷:netflixbrasil

[bbyg4rl]

RUDY PANKOW AS — ERWIN VANDEVEER IN ACCIDENTAL TEXAN.

a/n: couldnt find any gifs of this movie so i made em myself

[gotskamstuff]

Even the Pope preferred to die rather than watching an OBX season without JJ and that’s so real of him!!

[dolcendior]

DOLCENDIOR ! meet the writer ♡

hi my name is courtney, i am canadian. she/her, eighteen, infj. 🇵🇸

♡: outer banks, gossip girl, one tree hill, macarons, peach monster, madelyn cline drew starkey sophia bush leighton meester rudy pankow, i know what you did last summer, black swan, madison beer cigarettes after sex ariana grande partynextdoor.

my wattpad masterlist (yet to be linked) reader moodboards

divider by @uzmacchiato

[i-like-apples-and-bananas]

2 MAN

[drewsephrry]

my boys

[panthergirljess]

ever seen a boy so cute that it makes you tear up a little bit

[obxobsessedbitch1]

May I present to you...

Jackson J. Genrette

Recently been thinking about how JJ's life would have been if his Dad wasn't the prick he is.

[uniicorns-arereall]

are you guys ever reading a good fic and then the author just adds a random terrible line and you just stare at it like this:

[perfectpankow]

[riddlesbunny]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 18+, MDNI

Imagine best friend!JJ being in the middle of jacking off to photos of you when you call him. His cock is hard and pre-cum leaks from the tip as he scrolls through your instagram feed. Mainly clicking on the photos of you in bikinis.

A desperate whimper escapes him as he imagines it’s you wrapped around him instead of his hand.

JJ is quickly irritated when his phone first goes off and sets him off pace, but his demeanor changes once he sees that it’s your name lit up on the screen.

The right thing to do would be to let it go to voicemail. It would be disgusting, perverted, even, to pick it up… but he knows he’ll do it anyway. Since when did JJ ever do the right thing? He needs to hear your voice.

“Jayj?” you say when the line picks up and he instantly feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest.

“H-hey!��� He chokes out, his voice on the brink of inaudibility.

“Hey Jay.”

Fuck. Your voice is perfect, he thinks.

“Um, what’s up?” He stutters as he continues to glide his hand over his thick cock, tugging at it harsher now than before.

“The boys mentioned they hadn’t heard from you yet today, so I wanted to let you know we’ll be down at the boneyard later.”

“Yeah? A party?” he asks coolly as he attempts to keep his composure, a sheen veil of sweat beading on his forehead.

“Mhm, and I need someone to protect me from those douchey, frat boy, kooks,” you flirt innocently, “so I was hoping you’d wanna come?”

Yes, he wanted to cum.

He wanted to cum on your stomach, in your mouth, inside your pussy. Just hearing you say the word nearly sent him over the edge. For a split second he was unable to respond, too focused on his pleasure.

He was close. Too close. It didn’t take much for JJ to cum these days — especially not when the pent up lust he had for you had reached new heights. He just needed you to talk to him some more with that sweet, angelic voice of yours.

As if you read his mind, you let out a deep sigh into the phone.

“Well, JJ? Are you coming or not?” you huff and that is all he needs to be sent over the edge.

“Fuck,” your best friend groans out.

“Yes! I’m— I’m coming,” he chokes into the phone, practically moaning at you as he pumps his cock a few more times, squeezing at the tip before spilling himself into his palm.

“I—I’ll be there,” he reassures you through bated breaths.

“Sheesh, Jay,” you giggle at his enthusiasm, oblivious to the situation. God, you were so fucking innocent.

“I’m glad to know you’re excited, I am too! I’ll see you there! Bye!”

JJ lets out a deep breath as the line disconnects down on your end.

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, “I’ll see you there.”

He could consider himself totally fucked.