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i have been meaning. to draw this for ages.

anyways. silly obx joke

Just watched season 2 of OBX and what I've gathered is that

—Ward is a Psychopath

—And Rafe is a Sociopath/Manic

★Also Big John is alive!?!★

Outer Banks characters as gifs

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

JJ Maybank

John B

Rafe Cameron

Carla Limbrey

Topper Thornton

Ward Cameron

Cleo

The Pouges

Role cal

Rebecca, the brainy one, head of censorship and mind control

Heather, the cool one, I put drugs in the water supply

Valencia, the sexy one, czar of torture

The "Matilda" characters.

You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmm. Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright. But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе

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You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own. You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don't have to be sorry, no

Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley

Harry Potter

Maddie Buckley

Prince Wilhem

Sirius Black

JJ Maybank

Sam and Dean Winchester

Darcy Olsson

Spencer Reid

Isaac Lahey

the outer banks tumblr renaissance is coming i can feel it in my bones

ruined. jj maybank

(summary) jj doesn't know how to love so he can't allow himself to be loved.

(pairings) jj maybank x fem!reader

(warning) just pure angst.

(authors note) hey my loves, this is my first post oh em gee! any and all feedback is welcome. this is longer than a blurb i think, i might've over-wrote but oh well! i'm a whore sucker for angst so it makes sense that my first piece is angsty but anyways, happy reading x

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"i don't understand, are you breaking up with me j?" you followed him into the kitchen with tears in your eyes after he pushed past you, jj ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath of frustration before turning around to face you.

"you’re not my girlfriend y/n, so no. i'm not breaking up with you." he spat with so much venom even he was shocked, he never raised his voice or spoke to you in such a manner. then again this wasn't jj speaking, it was a terrified boy relaying lies to you that his father had been feeding him.

you took a step back from him so confused, so hurt that he would say such a nasty thing to you, when just last week you both lay in his bed as he was running his hands up and down your bare back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. and now he stood before you, telling you that he doesn't want to see you anymore. you felt like you were dreaming.

no, you felt like you were having a nightmare. this had to have been a nightmare. this wasn't real, you told yourself in attempt to calm yourself down.

what he said was technically true, he never actually asked you to be his girlfriend but you didn't care about it much, it was just a label. jj knew it was a low blow, he didn't enjoy hurting you, but he knew that if you both carried on the way you were going, you'd end up hurt eventually. a relationship with jj was a train wreck waiting to happen and he just wanted to get you off the train before it was too late.

tears were now streaming down your face and you were a blubbering mess, "w-why? can't we talk about this?" you couldn't understand why jj all of a sudden wanted to end things with you.

you both had being doing whatever this was for about three months and in those few months you fell hard. you wrongly thought he had fallen hard too, anyone in your position would've thought the same.

"this is why y/n! you're too much!" he gestured between the two of you. everything jj was saying couldn't have been further from the truth, if anything, you weren't enough for jj, he couldn't get enough of you and he doesn't know how he lived before you.

"i'm too much?" you scoffed. the wounded look on on your face had quickly been replaced by a look of disgust. it pained jj to see you look at him like this. this was a side of you he'd never seen before, and a side he wishes he didn't have to see.

he sighed and looked you dead in the eyes, no emotion present on his face. "i..i just don't have enough space in my life for you. i can't do this anymore."

you were taken aback, you couldn't belive such cruel words could come out of his mouth.

the same mouth that peppered kisses along your jaw when you felt slightly less than happy.

the same mouth that told you you looked beautiful when you woke up.

the same mouth that told you he loved you.

you inspected his face trying to see if there were any traces of the boy you loved in there, but instead you were met with a stone cold look from a stranger. he meant it. god, you wished he didn't mean it.

you wished you didn't care enough to notice how dry his responses had been over the past few days. you wished you never drove to see him in an attempt to cheer him up.

you wanted the ground to come up and swallow you whole. maybe you misread this whole situation, you thought to yourself.

maybe this was all just some fun for jj and you were too much. you were embarrassed that you had given so much of yourself to someone who clearly didn't want you.

"i apologise. i didn't realise i was such a chore." you spat at him before grabbing your keys of the counter and rushing outside to your car, leaving the blonde boy alone on his kitchen.

once you'd gotten in your car and driven off, not even glancing back at jj, he let out a shaky breath and fell to the floor, allowing his emotions to finally come to the surface. he sat and cried knowing that he'd just lost the best thing that'd ever happened to him.

he brought his legs up to chest and buried his head in his knee's as he replayed the words his father had told him just a few days prior. the word's that ruined everything.

"she's a sweet girl. your gonna ruin her. just like i ruined your mother, it's in our blood boy. we can't have nice things."

i don't authorize any copies or translations of my work to be made, unless granted permission.

©harleyharlot

banana pancakes - j.m.

word count: 2,347

summary: soft slow morning sex with JJ.

warnings: smut under the cut, minors dni!!! really soft fluffy smut, very slight dacryphilia (literally just mentioned in dialogue)

a/n: would have never guessed that outer banks would be the hyperfixation to pull me out of my smut writing block but here we are!!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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burn. jj maybank

(summary) despite jj's distaste for kooks, he constantly found himself cuddled up with the kook princess in his stained sheets and it was all going great. until it wasn’t.

(pairings) jj maybank x kook!reader.

(warning) gut-wrenching angst, reader being a dick, mentions of pregnancy and abortions!

(authors note) this one killed me to write oh em gee, but i'd had this idea floating around in my head for a while and i really wanted to write it. i swear i'll get around to writing some fluff, i want to put out some of your guys requests soon and most of those are fluffy bits so keep your eyes peeled for that! happy reading!

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jj sat on his bed anxiously waiting for you to arrive, his knee bounced up and down as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. he knew something wasn't right from the way you'd sounded on the phone, how you sounded when you'd said you needed to talk to him.

your knock against his front door pulled him out of his thoughts, "jj?" you pushed open the door knowing it would be open as jj always left the door open for you when he knows you're coming over.

the two of you had been sneaking around for a few months now, you being a kook and jj being a pouge you guys had decided it would be best to keep your relationship on the low. it had started off with you guys just sneaking around to hook up but you both had quickly discovered that despite your social status' you had a lot in common and your weekly you up? messages had swiftly turned into routine come over, i miss you calls.

he jumped up from his bed and rushed towards the door where you stood, instantly wrapping his arms around you. "are you okay? you sounded upset on the phone." he stepped back, hands still on your shoulders and took in the distressed expression that rest on your face.

"y/n?" jj's face softened as he grew more concerned, you removed yourself from his grasp and went to sit on the sofa that was on the other side of the room. jj followed you like a lost puppy, "we need to talk j." you spoke softly, looking everywhere but his face.

"your scaring me sweetheart." you sent him a weak smile but said nothing, finally looking him in the eyes. if jj wasn't worried before he most certainly was now. "talk to me baby, what's up?" he kneeled down in front of you and placed your hands in his own, you pulled your hands away quickly as if he'd burned you and tucked them in the sleeves of your jumper.

jj moved back slightly in concern, but he didn't get up from his position before you. he racked his brain trying to figure out whether he'd done something wrong but nothing came to mind. it pained him to see you so act so distant, so cold towards him like this.

for the short period of time he'd known you, you'd always been so cheerful and warm, jj knew there would be a time that you'd realised you were too good for him, but he'd hoped it wouldn't be this soon.

"jj...i- god there's no easy way to say this.." you stuttered, not quite knowing how to break the news to jj. you shuffled forward on the sofa and rubbed your sweaty palms against your legs.

"baby, you can tell me. i wont get mad..unless your breaking up with me." jj let out a nervous chuckle, but again you didn't respond. instead you looked up at the ceiling and blinked rapidly trying to stop the tears that had suddenly appeared from running down your face. "you-your not breaking up with me.. are you y/n?"

"i'm pregnant."

jj was taken aback, it took him a minute to process what had just been said. he stood up and pulled you up with him a cheesy grin on his face. "seriously?"

he quickly pulled you into a hug and buried his head in your shoulders, "i'm gonna be a dad!"

jj didn't have the best portryal of what a family looked like growing up, with his dad being an absusive drunk and his own mother leaving him at a young age. if he was being completely honest, the thought of having his own children made him feel ill. but that was before he met you. before he realised that he was capable of loving and being loved. jj had no clue how to raise a child but he figured he had time to learn, to try, for you.

you slowly pulled back from him, eyebrows knit in confusion. "jj, no. i-" you shook your head and laughed hysterically as you sobbed. "i'm getting an abortion.."

"what?" his body tensed as the words left your mouth. in the space of eight minutes you'd managed to give jj the world and then burn it.

"i'm getting an abortion jj, a-and i wanted to come and tell you because you deserve to know bu-"

"i deserve to know, but i don't deserve a say in this?" he scoffed at you and ran his hand through his hair, turning his back to you in an attempt to calm himself down.

jj had a short temper that he'd gotten from his dad which he tried to control especially around you. he never wanted to raise his voice at you or make you fell any less than special but it was a little hard for him to kept in control of his emotions right now.

"a say in what? this isn't up for debate. it's happening jj." you were genuinely confused by his reaction, the pair of you were practically kids still, you had no business raising a child.

jj slowly turned around to face you again, carefully thinking about his next words, he took a few steps towards you and placed his hands on your cheeks making you look up at him, you were scared he thought to himself and he didn't blame you. "baby, we can figure this out. together."

you shook your head tears still streaming down your face, "jj.." you began, placing your hand on top of his where it rest on your cheek and removing it.

"look around you. t-there is no we, i'm a kook and you're.." you trailed off looking around the mess that jj called his home.

"..you're this jj." he winced at your harsh words but still persited. "look i know it's not perfect bu-"

you cut him off with a scoff, "it's far from perfect jj, this is not the life i want to live! i-i have a reputation to uphoald. my parents have a repuatation to uphoald so no. whatever you were going to say, no." you picked up your bag that sat on the sofa and placed it on your shoulder."

jj didn't move a muscle, he just watched you fumble around with your bag, "so that's it? what we've been doing was fo-"

"what we've been doing was a mistake jj."

"y' just stop interupting me! jsut st-stop doing that!" jj slammed his fist into the wall making a dent, he know had tears streaming down his face too. you flinched at his action and rushed towards the door.

"this jj!" you laughed at him with so much venom he swore he didn't recognise the person that stood before him. "this is what i mean! we can't rasie a baby, especially not wieth that temper of yours."

regret filled jj from head to toe, "baby, i'm sorry i just got frustrated i-."

you walked away from him and out the front door as he jj trailed behind you. his eyes filled to the brim with tears, blurring his vision.

"y/n please." he pleaded with you, not wanting to let you go, because he knew deep down that if you left, you wouldn't come back and he would do anything to keep you close to him. he would hold your hand through this abortion just so he could have you around even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, because he loved you.

he finally caught up to you and grabbed your wrist which you snatched back straight away, "please, just don't touch me." you spat at him as you grabbed your keys out of your bag and unlocked your car.

you shook your head as you climbed into the drivers seat, "my friends were right."

"i should've never fucked a pouge."

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©harleyharlot

thoughts on jj saving the reader from drowning after pushing her off a boat as a joke and reader is like, REALLYYYY, upset about it

he’d beat himself up so bad :,( no

without hesitation upon seeing you gasping for air, he’d dive in behind you— internally shitting himself. it was supposed to be for good laughs, as he typically did just about anything to emit a fit of giggles from you. it’s now that he wishes he would’ve said yes to the pogues coming rather him saying ‘it’s me and my girls day on the boat.’

struggling to get both you and him back into the boat, he manages, seated at the bow to inch some of the protruding water from your lungs. but he’s stopped by the jab of your hand to his.

“don’t even fucking touch me.”

oh God, he thinks he might croak— he was the cause of this and you weren’t letting him live it down. this was the last outcome he would’ve ever wanted. you were for hot with lividness, scorching to touch.

“baby, m’just trying to help. should’ve never—“

“yeah, you shouldn’t have. take me home jj.” you’d cough, pacing to the other end of the boat as far as humanly possibly right now.

“but-but, i don’t want you to go home, i want you to stay here with me.”

“then you shouldn’t have pushed me off of the damn boat!”

he’d lower his head, fully knowing he deserves it. he’s following your steps. and though you fight him, and wriggle in his hold almost knocking him into the water. you stop upon knowing he won’t let you go, his chin resting atop your head. saying sorry without even saying it.

“won’t do it again. just stay with me, be here.”

send a concept, i’ll elaborate.

JJ Maybank is a let me take that for you boyfriend <3 the kind fo boyfriend that runs to open doors for you, that slide across the front of the car to let you out, that's always reaching for you hand in busy places so he doesn't lose you, he's always caught staring at you and his excuse is that you're just too pretty, he holds your jacket for you, carries you home when your feet hurt, he calls you just to ask what you're doing and if you say nothing he's says good I'm outside wanna hang out, he thinks your the smartest person he knows so he always asks for your opinion first but he secretly just likes having you tell him what to do, he makes sure your drinking enough water even if you both know that he doesn't, he's always running around, he doesn't walk anyway, and then when he falls over he plays if off like it never happened, which you think is adorable, that's why he does it <3

i think, despite what he tells himself, jj would love a little lululemon kook girlfriend.

she's dressed in pretty colors, always wearing 2.5" shorts that jj appreciates, and athletic tee shirts. she probably does something like pilates, which jj truly doesn't believe is real until he feels how strong her core is.

she's usually seen in flare leggings and ugg slippers at night, wearing one of his flannel buttons ups over a sheer bra whenever he comes to visit. she's always complaining about how roughly he treats her clothing, glaring at him whenever he threatens to rip her la perla panties, reminding him that it's expensive but not in that stuck up kook way. she says it in the way that tells him that she cares about the things she buys, which is a step above kooks who just spend money each time they blink. and she's always smacking his shoulder whenever he makes fun of her for caring, humming whenever jj tells her he'll make it up to her, even though they know that's financially impossible.

he refuses to accept any gift she buys him, especially whenever it's a god awful pair of lululemon joggers. but there comes a time where he reluctantly accepts a shirt from her, and the pogues make fun of him relentlessly. even sarah joins in. but it's from his girl so he just shrugs them off and takes a swig from his beer.

the pogues getting annoyed at jjs constant pda but he doesnt notice bc hes so wrapped up in you <3

i’ve touched on this so many times but i’m always gonna come back to because this! it is so special to me!! like absolutely, he’s so obsessive when it comes to physical touch.

he uncontrollably demands it to feel whole, it’s as if he’s a fiend to it.

but it’s on a sunday night, aka pogue movie night. a night where relaxation is ensued after all of the chaos during the week, the group can unwind with a movie and then converse after about the unfortunate events that one could’ve missed.

the way it’s looking you and jj are officially going to be banned from movie night.

with all the school girl giggles, touching beyond the shared blanket, and the nearly distasteful smacking of lips.

initially, you and jj were shunned to your own corner of the chateaus living room. which neither of you minded, tangled amongst each other in the recliner. you would never argue that jj maybank’s lap was the most sensuous place to be.

his calloused finger tips toyed at the nape of your neck, steadying it to easily access the undiscovered of your lips. jj becomes mindless, lost in the repeated melody of your mouth trying to keep up with his. the surroundings have fallen flat, leaving you and him with a love so remarkable that he can’t contain it.

anything or anyone else’s existence no longer matters.

“Jesus fucking Christ, are y’all just gonna’ eat eachothers faces all night?!” kie has this ‘i can’t take it anymore look’ & even that doesn’t phase jj. as his large hand dances higher along your tender thigh. you press against his wide chest for him to stop, his breath is faltering against your lips, with foreheads touching.

a pout is forming, pulling him out of a trance he wanted to stay in for a lifetime.

“j, j! stop they’re staring at us.” he glances around the room, with a sly smirk of his face.

“ya’ll enjoying the real show huh?” pulling you in closer, he gets lost all over again.

jj being a total blanket hog <3

he’s so selfish !!!

sometimes he does it in the middle of his sleep, unaware. he’s like a blanket snatcher, because he swears that the cold draft against his skin will somehow harm him ??

and it leaves you in a fit of huffs, because he already takes up over half of the bed, is merely a crumb of the blanket really too much to ask for ?!

but, there are also the times that he does it on purpose. purely because he wants to be your warmth rather than the blanket. the blood that pumps within his being, jolts at the sudden stop of his heart— you naturally mold into him. clinging to his side, whilst a shit eating grin is on his face.

because it’s not that he just wants a plain old cuddle from just anyone. he wants yours— the way you toy with the hem of his sweatpants, the way you place a chaste kiss directly to the soft skin; as to inform him that you’ll be attached to him for eons if you could, & it’s the way you hum sometimes incoherently whisking into sleep, his adoration growing with every rhythm.

“j m’still cold” he’d tuck you farther into the blanket that he’s hogging, nearly swallowing you with his arms.

“just get closer, baby.” he’d practically shush you, and you’d let his voice lull you into getting impossibly closer.

he’s just a lovesick blanket hog.

i think, despite what he tells himself, jj would love a little lululemon kook girlfriend.

she's dressed in pretty colors, always wearing 2.5" shorts that jj appreciates, and athletic tee shirts. she probably does something like pilates, which jj truly doesn't believe is real until he feels how strong her core is.

she's usually seen in flare leggings and ugg slippers at night, wearing one of his flannel buttons ups over a sheer bra whenever he comes to visit. she's always complaining about how roughly he treats her clothing, glaring at him whenever he threatens to rip her la perla panties, reminding him that it's expensive but not in that stuck up kook way. she says it in the way that tells him that she cares about the things she buys, which is a step above kooks who just spend money each time they blink. and she's always smacking his shoulder whenever he makes fun of her for caring, humming whenever jj tells her he'll make it up to her, even though they know that's financially impossible.

he refuses to accept any gift she buys him, especially whenever it's a god awful pair of lululemon joggers. but there comes a time where he reluctantly accepts a shirt from her, and the pogues make fun of him relentlessly. even sarah joins in. but it's from his girl so he just shrugs them off and takes a swig from his beer.

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FEATURE ME — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary your breakup with rafe leaves you single and alone on valentine's day. you run into jj at a bar, and things get heated. (based on the song “feature me” by flo)

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (jj pulls out), semi-public sex, fingering, squirting, language, i think that's it but let me know if i missed any

author's note i love this song, dude. give flo a listen if you haven’t, they’re amazing

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

not what i usually do but i’ve been peepin’ you

i’m tryna play it cool but it’s too much

he got me breakin’ the rules

there ain’t no steppin’ to, he’s my forbidden fruit, yeah

you’d never been the type of girl to partake in a steamy one-night stand. at least, you didn’t think you were. 

but all of that changed when you saw your old friend jj walk into the bar you were at. 

jj was wearing a simple short sleeve button-up paired with some jeans, his boots laced on his feet. he looked amazing, all sun-kissed and devilishly handsome, just as he’d always been. 

his eyes roamed the room as he tried to decide where to sit, and they went wide when they landed on you, seated at the bar with a stiff drink in hand. a familiar grin rose onto his lips as he walked over to you, running a hand through his signature messy blonde locks.

“hey, sweetheart. whatcha doing all alone on valentine’s day?”

“didn’t you hear?” you asked. “rafe broke up with me.”

jj’s brows furrowed, “what? weren’t you together for, like, four years?”

“yup,” you scoffed, downing your drink and slamming the glass down on the bar table. 

“well, he’s an idiot. you’re amazing. you deserve better than that,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you and ordering himself a drink.

the two of you stayed there for a while, knocking back drinks together and reminiscing on fond memories from high school. you and jj were good friends, him always being able to make you laugh and have fun with you at parties. of course, you’d always thought he was good-looking, but your heart was taken, and you were always faithful to your boyfriend.

“and then you punched kelce so hard he fell over,” you laughed as your hand rested on jj’s shoulder. 

“eh,” he shrugged, laughing along with you, “he totally deserved it. he was annoying as fuck back then.”

“still is,” you replied. “and i agree. it was well-deserved.”

“so…i hate to bring this up, but i just gotta say it. how the fuck could rafe just let you go like that? i honestly thought you guys were gonna get married,” jj said. 

“he said the passion and romance were fizzling out, and he was getting bored. he even told me that our sex life was horrible as if it was my fault. he’s the one that fucked me in the same goddamn position every night, barely even making sure that i’d cum before rushing out the door to meet the guys. he was probably cheating on me, honestly.”

“well,” jj began, inching closer to you, “if i’d been the one fucking you, i wouldn’t have stopped until you came at least nine times.” his hand smoothed up your knee, slowly creeping up your thigh as he kept his gaze locked on yours. 

you felt a throbbing sensation in your core. you saw the fire behind his eyes, and you decided to play along. “only nine? why not ten?”

“babygirl…i’d give you as many as you wanted. i bet you sound so pretty when you fall apart.”

your heart pounded in your chest furiously as you registered his words, and you instantly felt slick pooling in your panties. jj’s low and raspy voice as he whispered to you, and his heated hand on your bare thigh made you nervous, but you wanted to be brave. you wanted to let go and let yourself have fun for the first time since rafe had dumped you. so you bucked up.

“wanna find out?”

oh, he’s got me actin’ like i’m some kind of animal

the way he looks at me, i don’t feel like a girl no more

what you want from me? arch my back like it’s supposed to be

i do it properly, ooh-woah

jj kissed you fervently, pushing you against the back of the restroom door. his hand blindly fumbled around as he locked it, ensuring no one could come in. his fingers then threaded themselves into your hair, holding your face to his while he devoured your lips. you pulled him closer by tugging on his collar, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours. 

“mm, wait,” you stopped, pulling away abruptly. “this could be really stupid. what if we get caught?”

jj only smirked in response, his thumb stroking your cheek as he repositioned it to cradle your face. “don’t you remember my motto, baby? stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

the worry on your face wavered just a tad, but jj could see that you weren’t entirely convinced. he let go of his hold on your face and slipped under your skirt. he found your clothed clit with ease, applying the slightest bit of pressure as he started to massage it in slow circles. you let out a hushed moan, but it was loud enough for jj to hear. smugness took over him, and he knew he could quell your fear.

“c’mon, pretty girl. let me make you cum a few times in here. then i’ll take you back to my place and let you use me in any way you can think of. it’ll all be for you.”

you thought on it, your eyes locked on jj's while he watched you try to hold back. jj's eyes held so much lust and fire in them, and it was hard not to think about how good it would feel to just give in. he continued rubbing your clit, adding more pressure little by little as he awaited your response.

“deal.”

set the scene and feature me (ah-ha, ah-ha)

touch on me (on me), get on your knees

i’ll take the lead

i got the energy, oh-woah, woah-woah

we’re not meant to be, so promise me

when i’m done (ah-ha, ah-ha), you’ll up and leave

‘cause boy i need to take the lead (take the lead, baby)

so match my energy, oh, oh

i’ll take the lead

jj had picked you up mid-kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the countertop and set you down. your legs remained open, your heels pushing jj’s hard-on into your clothed core and making you shiver in anticipation. he ground into you slightly while he deepened the kiss, letting a loud groan into your mouth. 

you whimpered at the feel of him. you could tell he was big just from that one little action. you didn’t even have to see him naked to know that he would be the best dick you’d ever had. 

it was the way he conducted himself. his greedy hands caressing and grabbing you anywhere they could, kissing you as if he’d never get another chance, pulling you against the tent in his jeans and rubbing against you. it made your knees weak in anticipation of what was to come. 

jj’s hands snuck up your skirt in search of your panties. you raised your hips, leaning back on your hand and helping him remove them. once he did, he gave you a mischievous grin and shoved them into his back pocket.

“of course you'd wear the sexiest panties i’ve ever seen. can’t believe you spoiled rafe like that. fucking ungrateful bastard.”

“jj,” you sighed. “you can’t keep those. i don’t want you getting any ideas about this becoming a thing.”

“relax, princess. i know what this is. just want a lil’ souvenir,” he replied, giving you a wink. “i’ve been waiting years to fuck you. i think i deserve to keep ‘em.” 

you laughed softly, shaking your head at him. “you’re trouble.”

jj’s fingers found your bare pussy, prodding them at your seeping entrance. he slowly pushed two of them inside, and you gasped. he gave you a smug look, “the best kind.” 

he curled them upward each time he stroked your walls, playing with your g-spot and watching your reactions as he did so. he watched as your lips parted and you began to breathe heavily. your eyes were shut, and you held onto jj’s muscular shoulders as he pummelled his fingers inside you.

“j, please,” you panted, pulling away. “no more teasing. wanna feel your cock.”

“uh uh. make a mess, baby. want you nice and ready for me,” he spoke against your lips. “let’s see how easily my fingers make you cum.”

his fingers sped up, thrusting into you faster as his thumb came into contact with your needy clit. he continued to stroke your g-spot while he stimulated your clit, and your moans were growing louder, so loud that you’d get caught without a doubt. jj kissed you to keep you quiet, swallowing each of your pretty sounds. he admired how intoxicating you were at that moment, taking particular pride in him being the one to turn you into a puddle without doing much.

with a well-timed flick of your clit, you came around his fingers. you squeezed jj’s arms as you did so, grounding yourself as your orgasm rippled through your body. it was already so intense, you wondered how much more his cock would affect you.

jj retracted his fingers, shoving them straight into his mouth so he could taste you. he instantly groaned, his tongue lapping every drop of you while his eyes rolled back. “christ, you taste as perfect as you look. when we get to mine, i’m gonna devour that pussy. you got that?”

“definitely. but right now, i want you inside me, jj. stop talking and fuck me.”

boy, it’s the perfect time (oh-woah)

seems like you read my mind (oh-woah)

you know just what to do

and how to bring my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

so take your time (ah-ha)

undress me tonight, oh-ooh, oh, oh (undress me)

jj’s fingers moved to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper as he worked to free his cock. he shoved his jeans and briefs below his ass, finally letting his cock come into view. it was standing tall and proud, all thick and pretty. you salivated as you imagined the gratifying weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel when he pushed inside of you. 

“like what you see, princess?”

you brought your attention back to jj at his words, blushing as he gave you a knowing grin. “very much so. your cock is so pretty, j. want it inside me already.”

he gripped it, leading it to your entrance. he pushed the tip against your slick, and he hissed at how wet you were. he couldn’t wait to find out how perfectly you’d wrap around him and how velvety and warm your soaking walls would feel as it swallowed him whole, so he pushed inside. you both gasped, watching as he sank into you balls-deep.

“look at that, baby. look how stretched out you are around my cock. so fucking tight i can barely breathe,” jj rasped. “‘m gonna destroy this pussy.”

he began to move, giving you punishing thrusts right off the bat. he pulled one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder and giving himself more room to split you open. you moved one of the hands you’d had on him, gripping the side of his neck as you leaned back against the mirror while the thrill of pleasure overtook you.

“so fucking big, j. holy shit,” you whined as he fucked you. 

the hem of jj’s shirt seemed to be getting in the way, and jj was quick to pull it in between his teeth. he did it so seamlessly that it was one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen. he remained concentrated as he tried to fuck your brains out. his goal was to fuck you so good that rafe would be nothing but a small part of your past, and you’d know what you deserved in the future.

one of jj’s hands moved down to play with your clit, rubbing furiously as his hips sped up. your cries were increasing in volume, ten times louder than when he’d fucked you with his fingers, and jj’s solution was to let go of your thigh and clamp his hand over your mouth. it barely made a difference, but jj didn’t care. the fact that he was fucking you so good that you couldn’t control your noise made him giddy.

he released his shirt from his mouth so he could use his filthy words on you again. “i love how you sound, baby. fuck, any louder and everyone in this goddamn bar is going to know whose cock is driving you crazy.” 

“j,” you mewled. your voice came out muffled due to jj’s hand, but he still somehow understood you.

“what is it, baby? tell me what you want, tell me how to make you feel good. promise i’ll give you whatever you want,” he cooed. he moved his hand from your mouth, resting it on the heated nape of your neck.

“don’t hold back. fuck me harder, please.”

your pleading eyes ignited a fire within jj, and he nodded. both his hands found your thighs, keeping them against his torso as he fucked you harder, just as you’d wished. he slammed into you harshly, stuffing you full with his cock nice and deep each time.

“jj!”

“shhh,” he hushed, “gotta stay quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, baby. when we get home, you can scream as loud as you like.”

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, oh-ooh-woah, oh, oh

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy

“you want more, baby? want me to play with your clit and make you cum all over me?”

you nodded profusely, your eyes shutting closed as jj drove into you quickly and roughly. you were vibrating against his body, the force of his thrusts shaking your body back and forth. he groaned at how well you were taking his cock, your walls squeezing him like a vice as he punished them. he fucked you relentlessly, one hand finally coming down to toy with your clit again. he rubbed it viciously, sending bolts of pleasure through you and pushing you over the edge.

“j— i’m gonna—”

“i know, baby. i can feel you. give it to me,” jj responded, keeping up his actions. you let out a muffled cry as you bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. your juices squirted out of you, surprising you both as you drenched the hem of jj’s shirt and his bare torso.

“good fucking girl. now everyone’s gonna know what we did in here. bet you wanted that, huh? wanted to let everyone out there know how i fucked your pussy until it cried for me?”

you were still whimpering, coming down from your high as jj chased his. his own grunts were increasing in volume as he teetered on the edge.

“c’mon, j. paint my pussy with your cum. cum all over me,” you begged. “please.”

jj’s cock twitched inside of you, and he pulled out right before he felt himself erupt. he jerked his cock furiously, releasing all over your pussy and inner thighs. “shiiit.”

“that…was so fucking hot,” you panted, admiring his cum on your skin. you collected his cum on your fingers, bringing them into your mouth and licking it clean. “mmm, you taste amazing, jj. promise me you’ll let me suck your cock when we get out of here. wanna feel your cum drip down my throat while you fuck it.”

jj gave you a cynical smile through his hazy expression as his hand came up to your face, “there’s nothing i want more, pretty girl.”

jj succeeded in his goal. rafe was the furthest thing from your mind right now. all you could think about was him.

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do u think you'd ever do a pt2 of ruined 😭 it was so good but so sadd

hello my love!

tbh i dont think i will, when i wrote this i was going through a heartbreak and i personally think that making a part two where they're all happy kind of ruins the first part!

thanks for the ask though, if you have any separate requests then i'd be more than happy to do those!

slow mornings with jj. brainrot

i cannot stop thinking about a soft love with jj, forehead kisses in the morning type of love. he would be in awe, just watching you sleep, whilst he’s thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. he would pull you into his chest and hold you closely as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if his grip loosens in the slightest. your bare skin on his, and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. he would smile every time you moved or grumbled. his hands moving your hair out of your face as you wake up. kissing you all over as you giggled, trying to get out of his strong hold on you. he would say ‘five more minutes, please’ and you would comply because who would give this up? but then five minutes turns to ten and then ten turns into an hour just laying there in his embrace. your hands lay on his rising chest, the two of you talking about nothing in particular. he would tell you how beautiful you are in the morning and you would deny it because how could anyone look beautiful when they’ve just woken up? his hand would rub circles into your bare back, both your legs tangles under the sheets. jj would tell you that he loves you at every hour of the day but mostly in the morning, when he can’t fathom that he gets to wake up beside you. every single day. he would chuckle as he went under the covers placing kisses on your chest, your tummy and your thighs. he would get lower and lower until he’s where he wants to be. where he needs to be. breakfast in bed he would say. your hands running through his hair as he makes you feel things you can’t even explain. you would moan his name and he’d tell you that his name sounds best coming out of your mouth, when you’re under his spell, when he is the one making you feel this good .

(author note) can you tell that i wrote this for myself? i need this man in every way. immediately.

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and i would fall for the sweet talk every time.

you and jj really shouldn't be, but you fuck raw every single time. you know that eventually your luck will run out. but for over a year, you've been safe. that was, until about a week ago. though you're on birth control, you both had a scare and you decided from then on, no matter how down it made you, you couldn't be so reckless. neither of you were truly ready to have a baby, despite jj's protests, and you knew that until you were capable, you had to stop. that doesn't mean the transition for jj was anything near easy. his disdain for using condoms and being okay with it weren't even in the same area code. "please, baby? just the tip? i'm dyin' here, it's not fair." you try to kiss the pout off his lips, but ultimately fail when you pull away and see the traces still lingering on his face. "j, as much as i love feeling you bare—" and his hand comes up, stopping your words in their tracks. "see, you can't say shit like that. it's torture," he tells you, giving you a tormented look. "j, we can't keep taking risks. we aren't ready for a baby." his bottom lip juts out even further than before. "but—" you kiss him to shut him up. "i'm sorry, handsome." he pulls you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around your fame and squeezing. he can't help the groan that escapes his lips, though. "just one more time. i promise i'll pull out." you try to deny him, but then he pulls away slightly to trail soft kisses down your neck. he'd never push you, you both knew that. if this was really what you wanted, then that would be the end of that. but when he spoke again, saying let me feel you one more time. it's not my fault your pussy's so addicting. you're folding for what's supposed to but probably won't be the last time. no one does sweet talking like jj maybank. and you love him even more for it.

i had a dream ab this last night so enjoy