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THIS ENTIRE FIC ABSOLUTELY JUS MELTED ME IM IN LOVE🥺🥺 ur actually so talented it’s insane, ur writing style is so soo beautiful pls never stop <3

also the lobster😭 I died

To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud | JJ Maybank

summary: JJ revisits his childhood and how he grew up with you through every side of life until he finally understands why this makes you so special

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: fluff, a spark of angst

contains: a combo of “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell and Love Actually (2003), mentions of death and child abuse. John B and JJ are childhood friends in this. I don’t know how to write dialogue. Drug usage (beer, weed).

word count: 6k

author’s note: I was immediately triggered by Joni’s astonishing performance at the Grammy’s and by remembering that the song is in one of my favorite movies. This is my favorite fanfiction I’ve probably ever written and I put so much time and love into this I really hope you like it.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere. I looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone; so many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

College had finally ended. They had finally done it. Against all odds and contrary to the expectations of others, the pogues were finally free to embark on their own paths. And so, they gathered for one last celebration, a bonfire near the Cat's Ass, surrounded by shotguns, snacks, and reminiscing in the familiar feeling of just being together.

Spreading themselves along the space at the Chateau's yard, most of them ended up divided the comfortable water at the tub and the warmth of the fire, their laughter mingling with the sound of running water as they shared stories of what each of them could remember of their time roaming the Outer Banks as this fearless gang; the sentiment of each flashback was being intensified from the time they spent apart. As they were the pogues, it was not like their time together was abruptly interrupted, but the responsibilities and the minor distance happened during college, and they couldn't run away from it's effects; but the memories of those days seemed tattooed into their hearts and minds as they could recall every moment in lighthearted detail.

In a corner of the Cat's Ass, JJ found himself lost in a sea of memories, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his friends. You sat beside him in the water, the coolness soothing against your skin, while Cleo and Pope nestled comfortably at his other side. Outside, John B, Sarah, and Kie laughed and joked, their voices carrying on the night breeze. As he watched them, a faint, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history, thinking back on how far they had come. They had started as a trio—himself and the Routledge twins, bound together by fate and circumstance.

The tree of you lay sprawled out on the sand for what seemed like hours, your eyes tracing the ever-changing shapes that danced across the sky. Castles, pirates, turtles—your imaginations ran wild, weaving tales of adventure and intrigue as you watched the clouds drift lazily overhead. At nine years old, you had joined your brother and JJ just a few moments ago, after spending the afternoon at a friend's house watching a Christmas movie, "Love Actually," with her mother.

As you settled into the sand, JJ couldn't resist a playful jab at the movie, dismissing it as a "dumb chick flick." his mind still floated between that child-like distaste of girls and the appreciation of you tagging along with him and John B back then. You swatted at him, your tiny arms barely reaching his chest, but it only elicited a smirk from the blond pogue. It was nice for you to actually share a moment with a nurturing figure at the absence of your own mom, who had just recently left for Colorado. Besides, you had eaten a whole bag of M&M's that she bought for you to share and you really liked the movie, even if it was funny how sometimes Mia's mom would tell you to close your eyes, your ears, or how sometimes you didnt really catch why she was laughing at some weird scene. You just rolled your eyes and brushed JJ's comment off, suggesting the sky gazing then relishing in the opportunity to spend time with him and your brother.

Your days were often filled with moments like this, carefree and full of laughter, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. JJ's mother would eventually come to fetch the three of you, ushering you inside for sweet treats and cozy nights spent squeezed together in JJ's tiny room. Or you'd spend hours playing in the grass, watching as the river met the sea, until Big John's bell rang out, signaling the end of another day. You would get home covered in dirt, JJs hair color nearing yours and your brothers, so you would have a nice shower and come out to your dad telling treasure tales and making you hot chocolate.

One day, as Big John finished building a set of three swings for you, JJ's parents arrived. Standing side by side, the couple had brought beer and peanuts to complement what your dad already had inside for the night. That day, you were playing for hours, your small frame struggling to mount the swing until the duo stepped in to help. John B had made a mess while trying to help you hop on, and  JJ stepped forward to push you, but in excited haste, he pushed too hard, and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your knee. As your first cry pierced the air, the adults rushed to your side, JJ's mother soothing your pain with stinging medicine and comforting words.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of JJ, guilt etched on his face as he watched you wince in pain. But your brother nudged him, urging him to shake off his guilt and claiming that this was just a mere blip in the larger scale of the adventure you lived today.

And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Luke took charge, setting a bonfire ablaze near the ancient tree in the backyard. The flames flickered casting shadows that stretched out against the sand. You gathered around the fire, marshmallows in hand to be skewered and toasted, laughter filled the air and echoed into the night. The hours slipped away unnoticed, so as the night wore on and the fire burned low, reluctantly, you bid farewell to your blonde friend as he left with his parents.

The life you lived was simple; living in the less fortunate side of the island, you couldnt really enjoy much more than moments like these; the food wasn't fancy, the drinks weren't expensive, your houses weren't pretty and big, so you relied mostly in home made playthings and your own imagination, but you were happy that way; the youthful innocence made all the diferences between you and the kooks be seen with rose coloured glasses, and while in the company of your brother, your best friend, and the team of parents that you saw as guardian angels, it all just seemed warm. It seemed like it would be fine.

One day, though, just as the sky turns cloudy at the end of summer, signaling the onset of storm season, JJ's demeanor shifted, casting a shadow over his usual brightness. At fourteen now, he had been seeming distant and preoccupied at school for weeks, until one day after class, he reached out to you with a heavy heart. Fidgeting nervously, his hands clammy and cold, he confided in you about his mother's illness, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Knowing how much his mother meant to you both, he sought solace in sharing his burden with you, trusting you with his vulnerability. "Mumma's sick, I think... been in the hospital for a while now," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't visit because I'm not sixteen yet... I- I wanted you to know, but you can't tell John B." And as you hugged him, you promised to keep his secret, the first one you kept just between the two of you.

And as JJ clung to you and John B in the solemn silence of the cemetery, the stark reality of their loss weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over your once bright and colorful world.. JJ's mother's absence lingered like a specter in their home, his father grappled with the weight of his grief, seeking solace in alcohol and spiraling into a downward spiral of despair. The once vibrant hues of their family life began to fade, replaced by the darkness of addiction and aggression. JJ watched helplessly as his father's temper flared more frequently, his outbursts leaving scars both physical and emotional. The sanctuary of their home became a battleground, each day a struggle to navigate the minefield of his father's unpredictable moods.

In the aftermath of his mother's passing and the turmoil within his home, JJ withdrew into himself, building walls around his heart that even his closest friends struggled to breach. He became increasingly unreachable, his once vibrant presence dimmed by the weight of his grief and the scars of his father's aggression. Some days, he would disappear altogether, only to reappear with a purple eye hidden beneath dark glasses, a silent testament to the struggles he faced behind closed doors. And when he did show up, his demeanor was somber, his face etched with a perpetual frown as he rejected activities he once enjoyed. Even cloudgazing at the beach became a source of frustration for JJ, as he lamented the impending rain or the end of summer, his words tinged with bitterness and resignation. As you and your brother looked on, helpless in the face of his pain, you could only watch as JJ retreated further into himself, the vibrant colors of his spirit muted by the shadows that engulfed him.

The tension crackled in the air as you confronted JJ, frustration bubbling to the surface like a storm about to break. "Why won't you just watch 'Love Actually' with me, like, once? It'd help distracting you, y'know!?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep avoiding fun, JJ. You can't lose hope and light just because things are tough."

But JJ's response was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those things are for kooks, y/n" he retorted, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "Pogues can't afford to indulge in luxuries like love and hope. We have to focus on surviving you know."

Your heart sank at his words, feeling the distance between you grow with each passing moment. "If you really look for it, JJ," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is all around. Even for us Pogues." But JJ's expression remained hardened, his walls firmly in place as he turned away, the gap between you widening with each step he took.

John B stepped in a while later, his voice calm but firm as he defended his friend. "He's been through a lot," John B interjected, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of empathy and understanding. "Give him time, he'll come around. I know he will."

But despite John B's reassurances, the weight of your worry and frustration bore down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you sought solace in the arms of your father, tears streaming down your cheeks as you poured out your heart. "I didn't mean to be petty," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just so worried about how Luke has been treating JJ. I miss him, Dad. I miss the way things used to be." And as your father held you close, comforting whispers soothing your troubled mind, you cried yourself to sleep, longing for the comfort of simpler times and the warmth of JJ's presence by your side.

A few days after the heated exchange, JJ found himself drawn to the familiar solace of the beach. As he laid alone on the sand, the rhythmic sound of the waves echoing in the background, he cast his gaze upward, chuckling at the shifting shapes and colors of the clouds above. Yet, amidst the tranquility of the moment, a pang of longing stirred within him.

Reflecting on recent events, JJ realized that he had begun to see clouds from two distinct perspectives—from the highs and lows of life's tumultuous journey. But amidst the solitude, his mind drifted to an understanding; to how he seemed to have looked at clouds like this from two different perspectives now, from up and down, and still he would recall better colorful and elusive memory of your company. He remembered the joy of pointing out funny shapes at the sky with you and your brother, laughter echoing into the vast expanse. It was a memory painted in hues of warmth that contrasted with the darker shades of recent events. In that fleeting moment of recollection, JJ yearned to return to that moment exactly, to say sorry, at least. And alone at that same beach, he felt like he had a perspective of a future for the first time in a long time. He wanted to see if he truly knew clouds at all, or if there was a new side to it.

JJ was abruptly brought back to reality by Pope's punchline of a memory of his own; he was retelling the story of how he met Cleo at college, and how she wouldn't have passed half her subjects f it wasn't for him. As the group erupted into laughter, he did the same to mask the fact that he had zoned out for a minute, but JJ's gaze instinctively sought yours, his heart yearning for the comfort of your smile. And as his eyes met yours, a warmth spread through him, his thoughts drifting to another memory

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels; the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, and you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

At sixteen years old, you had a full understanding of the dizzying, electric sensation that washed over you whenever JJ emerged from the sea, his board in hand. It was a feeling that stirred deep within you, igniting a spark that refused to be extinguished. Yet, despite the intensity of your emotions, uncertainty plagued your heart. You couldn't decipher JJ's true feelings for you; for every significant gesture or word he offered, there was an equal measure of aloofness or distance.

There were moments when JJ's actions spoke volumes, leaving you breathless with hope and anticipation. But just as quickly, he would retreat into himself, leaving you to question whether his affections were genuine or merely fleeting. And then there were the times when he would disappear into the crowd at a kegger, his attention captured by another girl, leaving you to grapple with the ache of unrequited longing.

Fearing the consequences, you kept your emotions hidden from your brother, John B, despite his keen intuition and suspicions about your lingering glances. Instead, you found solace in the companionship of Pope and Kiara, the only other pogue girl. Your friendship with Kiara blossomed rapidly, providing a safe haven where you could confide in her about everything, including the complexities of your feelings for JJ, seeking her guidance and understanding.

In December of that same year, a vivid memory remains etched in your mind—the day JJ was meant to pick you up from work and take you to the Chateau to meet up with the rest of the crew. Kiara had proposed the idea of a secret Santa, with the stipulation that the gifts could only be candy or chocolate—She herself aiming to guarantee that she'd get a bag or two of Sour Patch Kids. As you exited the souvenir shop, clutching your own "Paradise On Earth" cap, you spotted JJ waiting for you by the Twinkie—the van John B claimed would be safer than the bike. With both hands hidden behind his back, you shot him a questioning look. "Hello?" you greeted tilting your head slightly to the side, to which he responded with a playful smile, feigning surprise at seeing you. "Oh, hello ma'am, your carriage is right here!" he exclaimed, extending his arms towards the open door of the van, one hand tightly clutching something that piqued your curiosity. Hopping onto the Twinkie, you couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious object as JJ closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.

During the ride, JJ attempted to coax the name of your secret Santa out of you, but you remained tight-lipped. Upon parking the van at the Chateau, he sat in silence for a few moments, and you studied him intently. "Oh, before I forget," he said non-chalantly, reaching into his pocket and offering you the object he had been concealing—a ceramic lobster adorned with a tiny Christmas hat, clearly crafted by him. "This is for the nativity scene you keep in your room, I just didn't have time to make the other one..." he explained, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he confessed that he hadn't received your name for the candy exchange but couldn't bear to leave you without a gift.

You stood in awe for a moment, marveling at the thoughtful gesture and the evident reference it held. JJ's apprehension melted away as your eyes met his, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you trying to tell me that there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?" you quoted, teasingly. JJ rolled his eyes playfully, completing the reference with a loud "duh!" his laughter mingling with yours as you stepped out of the car into the moonlit night, making a lighthearted entrance at the Chateau and eliciting a knowing look from Kiara towards John B.

As time passed, you welcomed Sarah into the fold, introduced by John B with starry-eyed affection that spoke volumes of their budding romance. With the dynamic between her and Kiara settled, John B wasted no time in proudly declaring their relationship to the group—a declaration met with hugs, smiles, and lighthearted jokes about not hurting each other.

One day, Sarah suggested a surf trip to a lesser-known beach nestled between Figure 8 and the Cut, its pristine beauty a sight to behold with crystalline waters and powdery white sand. As you surfed the afternoon away, basking in the warmth of the sun, you found yourself sprawled on the sand along with the rest of the group, supporting yourself on your elbows and catching your breath as you watched JJ roll a joint with practiced ease. "I like this shit," JJ declared, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "We can be neglected misfits or whatever, but I love leading this life with you guys. I don't even care about what people think of me! "long as I have a board and you guys, 'm gonna be saying I'm rich... Especially if I have this!" He gestured towards the joint, his words met with cheers from the group.

Your smile started weak but grew as the group cheered. In that moment, you felt a sense of family, and your appreciation for JJ weighed heavily on your chest. Despite the challenges, he had found a way to see life in a positive light, even after Big John went missing. As the wind blew sea salt into your eyes, you turned your face toward JJ. "Yeah, yeah… you know, I keep saying it… but if you really look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that—"

"Y/n, if I hear that quote just one more time!" Sarah interrupted, and the others joined in with her lighthearted protest.

With time, JJ's behavior became increasingly perplexing since after sharing moments like this, he would leave you alone, retreating into the company of the other Pogues with a suddenness that felt jarring and awkward. His focus would shift, his attention consumed by their own banter, leaving you to wonder where you fit into the equation.

It was during these moments of isolation that doubts crept in, whispering of insecurities and unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. Wondering if you did something wrong, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you watched JJ immerse himself in the dynamics of the group, his laughter mingling with theirs as you stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to a world that felt increasingly distant and unfamiliar.

One morning, as you shuffled through the Chateau's corridors, the aroma of breakfast lingering in the air as John B shuffled through the kitchen, you noticed JJ's door ajar. You peeked inside with the intention of wishing him a good morning, only to be met with a sight that shattered your makeshift reality of him. JJ hovered over another girl in his bed, their closeness echoing a betrayal that left you speechless.

"Hey, whoa! Sorry!" His voice softened as he realized it was you, not your brother, at the door. The shock on your face was palpable as you hastily pushed the door closed, shaking your head to dispel the image burned into your mind. Stumbling down the corridor, you muttered a distant "morning" to Kie and Pope, who were still groggy on the couch, woken by the commotion.

Throughout the day, both JJ and yourself moved in a state of flustered avoidance, exchanging glances laden with sheepish guilt. JJ's eyes mirrored the remorse of a caught wrongdoer, but you couldn't summon anger; instead, you carried the weight of hurt and confusion, grappling with the realization that he wasn't yours to claim.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Chateau, you found solace on the hammock. With the remnants of the day lingering, you confided in Sarah about the events, the words tumbling out as the weight on your chest grew heavier. The hammock cradled you in its gentle sway as another day ended, leaving you to confront the tangled emotions that now clouded the once-clear skies of your friendship with JJ.

JJ vividly remembered June of the following year, with your birthday fast approaching. Usually, you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved having your birthday during the summer, and everyone would plan something special to mark the occasion. Kie and Sarah would always get you fancier gifts, like a new top or necklace, while the boys made sure there was a cake to share, probably under the tree lights at another night spent at the Cat's Ass, chuckling at the stupid name JJ had given to the tub.

But this year was different. You and the girls wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic touron, Jeremy, who had apparently flirted with you when you helped him at the store. Now, your attention seemed solely focused on him, much to JJ's annoyance. He rolled his eyes and huffed aloud whenever Jeremy's name was mentioned, with Pope nudging him to keep his cool.

"He's gonna take me to a summer fair," you grimaced, looking into the mirror as Kiara clasped a necklace around your neck. Sarah and JJ hovered on the kitchen counter, Pope sat on the couch, and your brother leaned against the doorframe of your room with a protective frown on his face. John B always believed you and JJ would end up together, and he felt safe with that perspective because he knew and trusted JJ. But that didn't happen with Jeremy.

Across from him, you, Sarah, and Kie giggled with scenarios and provocations, "What if he brings you a giant teddy bear and tries to win you a goldfish?" Kiara teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sarah snickered. "I can already picture it!"

Meanwhile, JJ fought to keep a frown from appearing on his own face. He was unwilling to let you know how he really felt about the situation, and he avoided giving his jealousy away to his friends. As you exited laughing with the guy in his car—a godforsaken Jeep, for crying out loud—JJ was still unknowingly clenching his jaw, his mouth twisted in a disgusted frown.

Sarah, the only one still outside by now, smiled to herself and snuck up on him before reaching a hand to pat his back. The gesture was meant to silently convey far more than his poisoned mind could grasp at the moment.

He chuckled at that memory; you had to endure a girlfriend of his own during college, and he watched as two or three other guys broke your heart as well—he wanted to go out there and punch them every time, but preferred that only John B externalized that thought. From those memories, he realized he had looked at love from both sides of it with you, from give and take, but years later he wasn't so sure if you'd be keen on the idea of him ever again. JJ turned to you in the tub, whispering, "Where's that lobster I gave you that Christmas?" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden recall but smiled back, mimicking the tone of his voice, "Been keeping it on my bookshelf all year long now."

John B and Sarah were now playfully arguing about the two perspectives from when she joined the group, with Kie tagging along to remind them of how they had to make amends beforehand. It made JJ come back fully into the scene. As he looked around, he realized they were sitting in couples, at least Pope and John B, and he held back a nostalgic smirk at the thought of how his younger self would react to both his old friends now "pussy whipped," stuck in relationships and breaking the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule—he didn't know love at all.

He was different too, at least Kiara said so, coming at him a few days ago before graduation with a whole "you've changed, became more yourself and know how to separate what you went through from what you are, I'm so proud you're opening the surf shop—but please make it eco-friendly" speech. It was nice to look back and realize how his years and moments with the Pogue family kept balancing out all the rest. Now he would open a sick surf shop, Poguelandia flag above it and all, right in the corner from the souvenir one you worked since you were fifteen—he didn't know if you had bigger plans than that after graduating though, but that was an uneasy thought he preferred to ignore.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say, "I love you" right out loud! Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange, and they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed. Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.

Kiara was the first one to leave, claiming that this was really good and that she knew that with the pogues there were never really goodbyes, but that she had an early morning tomorrow with a sea-turtle project. Then, as the fire died out and the minutes turned into hours, the two couples left as well. Pope and Cleo claimed that they still had to shower before going to bed, and John B only snuggled with Sarah, pushing her towards the house. As the couple giggled, JJ noticed from his peripheral vision when you jiggled your eyebrows at Sarah, but the blonde only winked at you, pointing at the both of you at the tub before turning back. You sighed, distancing yourself from him now that you had more space in the water, and JJ held back a smile as the tree lights illuminated your pink cheeks. At twenty-two, he felt just like a teenager in that moment.

There were a few quiet minutes then, you were looking intently at him, drawing each of his features with your eyes as if trying to tattoo the image of his wet torso on your brain, but JJ didn't notice; he was lost in thought, provoked by being alone with you again. JJ realized that ever since he could remember, even though your brother was his de facto best friend and even as the group grew larger, you were there. For every phase and every belief that each one etched into him, you were there. As he looked at both sides of life, at win and lose, you were right beside him, either winning and losing as well or just supporting him emphatically through it.

Somehow he could always just recall how his pogue life acquired a rose-colored filter with you in it; he'd recall life's illusions with you at his side. You were there. You were it. And he didn't know his next step at all, but he wanted you in it; ached for it even.

He feigned cold as an excuse to get you both out of the tub, grabbing the one towel thrown onto a chair and wrapping it around you as you exited as well. He threw a familiar, amicable smile in your direction to disguise how he was, again, lost in his own train of thought. A hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the Chateau. As you got to the front porch, the other reached for your pulse gently, trying to stop you from entering. JJ became conscious of how he was dripping onto the wooden porch, but he didn't care, calling you by your nickname in a low voice. He was acting fast, planning something but also acting instinctively, intending to speak just from memory.

"Hey, uhm..." he stopped himself again as your eyes locked onto his, growing a little bit nervous now. Your eyebrows shot up expectantly, and some of your hair was sticking to your wet face. You'd be the death of him.

"With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls..." Your brows pinched, and eyes flashed with recognition as JJ shuffled his phone, some drops falling from his hair onto the screen before he turned it in your direction with a picture of Kendall Jenner and sliding his finger so it would also show one of Giselle Bündchen. You laughed, gulping expectantly.

"But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because we finished college— even though it's at Christmas that you tell the truth." You chuckled again, but felt like you were hyperventilating, unable to believe that this was really happening to you. Much less that JJ Maybank had memorized a scene from the "dumb chick flick" you obsessed with since you were a mere child. You battled with your own feelings as you tried to let him finish.

"To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this..." He shuffled again with the tiny screen, a smirk on his face as he turned it to you. A photo of a very old and wrinkly woman made you chuckle. Under it, it read "former surfer lady turns viral as she advises to the risks of not wearing sunscreen." You couldn't hold the cackle that left you at that, not even worried about the rest of the group sleeping inside the house, which made JJ smile widely as well.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, I love you..." A loud sigh met a sob halfway as you looked up, feeling pounds lighter after saying so naturally something you had been burying for years, feeling absurdly proud of just that. "I love you so much, what the fuck! I've loved you forever." You beamed at him again, relief written all over his face as he said it back proudly. "I'm sorry for the wait; it wasn't on purpose—Swear it." He grabbed both your cheeks as you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as his face etched closer to yours by the second. Your noses were touching already when he whispered in a low tone, "fuck, y/n..." as your mouths glued together longingly.

The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a rush of warmth spreading through you as if the sun had risen inside your chest. JJ's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as his hands cradled your face gently, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline. Every moment felt like an eternity as you lost yourselves in the kiss, the taste of saltwater, beer and weed mingling with the sweetness of the moment.

For JJ, it was as if everything he had been holding back, every unspoken word and hidden feeling, was finally pouring out into this one embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he kissed you, his mind buzzing with the realization that he had found something truly precious in you. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a culmination of years of friendship and longing finally coming to fruition.

As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ's eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of your lives filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just what you wanted; like you were made for just that.

"I don't even want to come inside, I don't wanna-" you said, sighing mid chuckle, "don't wanna do anything right now, God, JJ, I'm like in a haze!" He clung to you, chuckling, his hands going to your arms, your neck, your hair—he wanted to touch all of you. "Always have the hammock..." he suggested, and you rushed your way there as if just walking would make you lose any time with him.

After you spent a while staring at the stars in the sky, listening to the chirping of crickets in between small, sloppy kisses, JJ sleepily muttered "I feel like I'm fucking high right now," you both laughed "like I'm floating—life accomplishment kind of thing." you swatted at his chest, lightheartedly telling him to stop being silly before readjusting in the wet towel that served as a blanket for the two of you.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the river running to meet the ocean lulling you into a state of contentment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the warmth of JJ's embrace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of perfection in an imperfect world.

The warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed the faces of the sleeping pogues as they stirred awake, the sounds of birdsong filling the air. Stretching and yawning, they emerged from their makeshift beds scattered across the Chateau, the pull-out couch and matresses on the floor.

As they gathered outside to clean the space free of empty cans and wrapping paper, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, John B's gaze was the first one to fall upon the sight of JJ and you nestled together in the hammock, still fast asleep. He nudged Sarah first, but soon a collective smile spread across their faces as they exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.

"About time," Pope muttered under his breath, eliciting chuckles from the others.

John B grinned, looking at Sarah. "Looks like our boy finally made his move."

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Took them long enough," she teased, but there was genuine warmth in her voice.

Kiara smirked, crossing her arms, she showed a satisfied facade even though she was jumping inside, bubbling with happiness for the both of you; the sparkle of her eyes being hard to hide. "Well, better late than never, I guess."

With a chorus of laughter and gentle ribbing, the pogues left JJ and you to enjoy your moment together, the feeling was that their little family had just grown a little bit stronger. You had woken up the moment the front door banged back against it's frame as it closed the first time, but feeling JJ's chest under your head, you decided to just keep your eyes closed, fighting a grin to show on your face at your friends' commentaries. You were home. And you only wanted to know life now if it was by JJ's side; especially if he'd be scratching your hair like he was doing just now, half a smile on his lips—"Did I take that long?" he questioned, jokingly.

"A lifetime."

If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around.

[hailbales]

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hyper sensitive reader whose too clumsy for her own good :((

every time you accidentally break something tears well up in your eyes but jj has learned the routine to calm you down in seconds. or whenever you stupidly hurt yourself, he would start ‘beating up’ whatever inanimate object that got you that day, making you whine and pout. “yo, what’d you jus say to my girl? yeah, yeah that’s what I thought. stupid cabinet.” pulling a giggle from your lips as your hand caresses the small red indent on your forehead.

but today, you’d had it.

you were having a very long week at work, dealing with your asshole manager who would yell at you for your klutzy ways until your eyes were stinging and rude customers that would send you judgmental glances every time you passed.

so when friday finally came around, you decided to make a special dinner for jj. his favorite, spagetti with meatballs. okay, maybe it wasn’t that special but he absolutely adored it. he’d been so patient with you all week even when you’d snap at him for little things, the stress weighing down on your shoulders making you overly irritable.

he was relaxed on the couch, feet kicked up as a joint sat loosely between his fingers. he checked on you every few minutes, getting in position to jump to his feet every time there was loud clatter but it would only be you grabbing a pan from the cupboard or digging through the pantry. he smiled softly to himself as he watched his girl do something so sweet for him.

that was, until the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. he was beside you in seconds, ushering you to the side to not get cut. “careful, baby. stay still, let me grab the broom.” he jumps right into action, hand against your stomach as a shield before disappearing into the pantry. your lip quivers and you bite down on it, willing yourself not to cry.

don’t cry. please don’t cry.

he returns, locked and loaded as his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth, a focused habit. “alright, how do one go about this?” he mutters to himself, staring the floor down like a man on a mission.

before you can help it a sob escapes your lips and his head snaps towards you as you bury your face in your hands, body heating up in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” you cry, and he’s already by your side like a dog trained. “heyy, it’s alright. you didn’t do anything wrong, kid. no need to cry over spilled milk, right?“

after a moment of no response he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling your hands down and his heart lurches at your tear stained cheeks, big doe eyes all watery. “it ain’t no biggie, sugar. we’ll clean this up in no time.” his thumb strokes off the fallen tears but they just keep coming.

“god, how can I be so incompetent?” your voice shakes, the word laced with resentment towards yourself and his eyebrows furrow in anger on to how you could say such a thing. “hey.” his tone is laced with authority and it makes you freeze, wide eyes staring up at his baby blues with a gulp. “knock that off. no one’s allowed to talk about my girl that way, not even my girl. alright, you hear me?”

you slowly nod your head, your sniffles being the only sound that fill the room before his expression softens. “you wanna tell me what’s going on with you, doll? I got a feelin’ this is about more than just s’getti sauce, yeah?”

you sheepishly nod in agreement and he fights a smile. “talk to me.”

“I just-..” you sigh, closing your eyes to collect yourself as your chin begins to tremble. his thumb runs over the skin as though to smooth it out and your eyes meet his again. “jus’ feels like I can never do anything right. think something’s wrong with me.” you sniffle.

“cant help but break everything I touch. I’m just so- so.. clumsy.” you huff, and the tears had finally slowed down. his bottom lip juts out in a pout, and you know hes making fun of you in his jj way.

“it’s not funny!” your voice is whiny, and the smile creeping onto his face makes you roll your eyes, feeling the corner of your lip tug up from his antics. “I’m serious, baby.”

“I know, I know— I’m sorry.” He stifles back a laugh before he collects himself, tilting his head slightly as his hand finds its home on your cheek. “come on, darlin’. there ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, alright? trust me. you’re doin’ just fine. if you break a few things along the way, so what? ain’t gon’ break ya’, is it?” he awaits your response, eyebrows raising in questioning.

you huff once again, a few strands of hair blowing with your breath. “guess not.” you mutter in your adorably stubborn way and he finally flashes that charming smile. “that’s right. and for the record, I like it.” he shrugs his shoulders shamelessly, his smile turning smug, telling you he’s about to say something stupid.

you chuckle and roll your eyes, looking away from him. “no, I’m serious. I love it, actually. gives my savior complex somethin’ to do.” you finally laugh, sniffling a few more times until there was no evidence of tears left.

“jus’ wanted to make you dinner, j.” you pout, but your demeanor tells him you’re all cheered up. gave him a scare for a second, worried he wasn’t gonna be able to. “I know you did, princess.” he cooes, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before adding a quick pinch to your nose with his middle and pointer fingers.

“why don’t you go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, I’ll handle this?” he gestures his head towards the bedroom and you sigh, feeling guilty. “then I think I know somethin’ else I can eat.” he smirks, eyeing you down and just like that, the guilts gone.

“in your dreams, maybank.” you stalk away from him, a teasing smile on your lips as you pull your shirt over your head on the way and he gawks, tonguing the inside of his cheek “every night, baby!”

yeah, he was definitely getting some tonight.

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[hailbales]

i feel like jj would be the type to talk biiig in front of his friends. like he’d be like “yeah, i wear the pants man, nobody can boss me around.” or “i make my own rules, live my own life. ain’t no girl gonna change that.” or just makes comments about how big and bad he is, only for reader to show up and make it known that it’s the complete opposite. like maybe they’re at a party or something, and he’s talking to john b and pope. and reader shows up and is like “jayj, let’s go, i’m tired.” and he’s like “okay, baby. bye guys.” without hesitation, quick to follow her out 😭

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he’d finally become self aware of this one day, and he’d kind of freak out — in every other aspect of his life, he has to have some kind of control. control makes him feel safe, but with you — he’ll do anything you ask him and he knows that. to him, he wonders if that makes him weak, more susceptible to being hurt.

he’s scared, so now he’s pacing the chateau, john b watching him with a concerned yet amused expression and folded arms, watching his best friend pace as he leans against the table.

“and — and i dunno man! i haven’t been in this situation before like, i don’t know what this feeling is. she says jump, i say how high? she says swim i say how far? she says stop i say hammertime, dude this is bad!” he rips his hat off, running a hand through his messy blonde tresses as john b chuckles, pushing himself off the table he leant against to take the blonde by the shoulders.

“dude, you’re in love. it’s okay, it’s — it’s a great thing!”

“i know it’s a great thing, genius— i’m just scared, because — i mean i’m happy, for once like super happy like disgustingly happy, and now she has the power to just… rip that away from me.” he settles, wringing his hat in his hands as he drops down onto the armchair, heaving out a sigh.

“jj, look at me.” john b commands, and the blonde reluctantly flickers his eyes towards him. “thats the point. the risk is… everything. just… let it happen brother.” he presses his lips together in a smug smile, seeing his best friend fall to the loverboy antics that john b himself usually falls victim to. jj nods, shoving the hat back on his head.

“pro’lly right. dude you should have warned me about this shit! m’going in blind here!”

“oh yeah, okay. so it’s my fault you’re pussywhipped. got it.”

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[hailbales]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[hailbales]

helping hand

warnings: jj maybank! x routledge! reader, dry humping, mentions of drugs, subby jj!!!

summary: jj is desperate and you’re more than willing to give a helping hand..

masterlist , request are open & encouraged!! pls <3

minors dni!

your head snapped towards your bedroom door as a certain blonde boy emerged, a faint look of distress covering his features. you glanced down at your phone, 2:14am. confusion laced over you as your eyebrows furrowed, lips pouting out in the slightest. “what’s up, jayj? is the party over already?”

he closed the door behind him, before he began pacing at the end of your bed. your worry only heightened at that, throwing the blanket off of you to rush towards him, situating yourself on your knees towards the edge as you looked up at him. you tried to reach out and grab his arm to get him to calm down but he was moving too fast. “jayj, talk to me. what’s going on? let me help you.”

finally, he stopped in front you, chest heaving up and down as he lifted his cap off his head to run his fingers through his hair before placing it back on. you stood on your knees, placing your hands gently onto his face to try to steady him. butterflies erupted in your stomach when his eyes met yours and he absolutely melted into your touch.

you kept your voice soft and gentle, pushing down your attraction to focus on him. “what do you need, j? talk to me.” it was then you noticed how hot his skin was to the touch, pupils dilated almost to the rim as his cheeks were tainted crimson. he gulped, adams apple bobbing and you had to pull your eyes away from the sight. “I took something.” he confesses and his vagueness has your eyebrows knitting together. “okay…?”

“a-and I knew I shouldn’t have come to you — I mean, your brother would kill me but I, I just..” he cut himself off on a heavy breath and you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered down your frame, making you squirm inside your skin. “s’okay, j. want you to come to me.” you admitted, thumbs affectionately caressing his cheeks and you could’ve sworn you heard a whimper pass his lips but you convinced yourself you were making it up.

“I took E.”

there was a beat of silence as your lips formed a slight ‘o’, eyebrows raising in realization. his eyes searched yours, a look of guilt and regret in his pretty blues. “oh?” you breathed, fighting the urge to look down at his pants but the urge won as you spot the raging hard on he was carrying, a small wet spot on the front of his cargos. it looked.. painful.

“do you.. d’you want me to help you?” you managed to ask and he nodded eagerly, a slight frown still residing on his lips and your pout deepened. poor boy.

“you wanna lay down for me?” you pushed a stray hair off his forehead, and his breath quivered as he nodded. you moved aside for him, before crawling to meet him between his legs. “what do you want me to do first, j?” you asked, hands gently creeping into the bottom of his shirt to caress the hardness of his abs, feeling him tense beneath your fingers as he breathing heightened.

he looked down at you with soft, lustful eyes, lips slightly parted until they landed on your chest. “can you undress for me?” you gulped but slowly nodded your head, dainty fingers sliding out from beneath his cut off to find the hem of your shirt. “whatever you want, jayj.” you were only wearing an oversized tee and undies so in a matter of seconds you were completely exposed in front of him. “like that?”

his breath shook as he nodded his head, eyes glued to your chest and you bit your lip. “d’you wanna taste them?” at that, his eyes flickered up to yours and he nodded his head. “words, baby.” your own hands traveled up your body, squeezing the flesh in your palms and small groan left his lips, hips jerking slightly. “yes, please.”

you smiled satisfied, crawling up into his lap to straddle him as your hands found his hair, running through the soft locks. his mouth was hesitant at first but when your back arched into him, his hands became greedy as they found your waist, holding you in place as his lips roughly chased your perky tits. you let out a breathy moan when he tugged on your nipple between his teeth and he thrusted up into you, his cloth covered cock rutting against your exposed heat. his head fell back against your pillows at his own action, a loud moan passing his lips. you grinded down against him again and there was another. “fuckk, baby.”

“do you like that, j?” you batted your lashes down at him and he quickly nodded his head, faces screwed up together in pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell. “d’you wanna dry hump me, jayj? would that make you feel better?” another nod, “please, princess.”

“i’m yours, jayj. do whatever you want to me.” he swore he could’ve came right there, a deep growl involuntarily passing his lips from your words alone. before you could process he was pulling your face down to his, pressing his lips against yours with such raw need it made your pussy throb. he tongue greedily entered your mouth and you welcomed it, taking every whimper and moan he would give you. if you didn’t cum at all tonight it would be worth it, hearing months worth of material for later.

you were so hypnotized in his kiss you hadn’t realized how roughly he was rutting up against you until a long whine left his lips, jaw slacking as he pulled back to watch in awe as his shorts had collected your arousal that was pooling out of you.

you took this as your sign to take control, watching the way every nerve in his face contorted as you began slowly, speeding up your movements to match his heaving chest. “are you gonna cum in your shorts, j? huh? talk to me, baby.”

“yes. oh- god, baby. pleasepleaseplease.” he whined through clenched teeth, and you almost felt bad as he struggled to catch his breath, switching from breathing through his nose to panting heavily, sweat collecting at his brow line.

you could feel his cock twitching from beneath you, soft whimpers of muddled pleas passing his lips as his eyes bounced from the way you were riding him to the way your face contorted in pleasure, whimpering with every breath. “you close, j? ‘know you are, can feel it. must be in so much pain, huh?” your lips click together in pity. “my poor boy.”

“mhmm. jus’ need you so bad. always. always need you.” he’s so pussy drunk, he can’t help but let the confession slip out but he’s too close to regret it, especially with the way you moan at his words, rutting yourself faster against him to better please him. “fuckk, j-jus’ like that, please y/n. don’t stop, don’tstop. jesus chri-“

his words are cut short as a loud yell erupts from the back of his throat, erratically jerking his hips up against your throbbing cunt. “ah, ah! yesyesyes, y/n fuckk-“ he has never cum so hard before in his life, it just kept coming and coming, shooting out of him in long, hot ropes. if he weren’t so wrapped in pleasure he’d be panicked from his sudden lack of oxygen, but it only added to it, a heavenly, sloppy smile creeping onto his face.

you could blame the drugs, but he knew it was you. it’s always you. only you could pull this side out of him and he loved it, giving him a thrill he had never experienced before.

while he was wrapped up in his high, your eyebrows furrowed a bit in worry, slowing down your movements to a halt. “j? jayj, come back to me. hey, I’m right here, baby.” when his eyes met yours again, there wasn’t a thought behind those pretty blues and you grinned. he was still panting, struggling to catch his breath and you were careful as you crawled off of him, coming to his side to cup his jaw.

“you okay? was I too much?” If it weren’t for how concerned you looked as you asked, he would’ve laughed. too much. as if you hadn’t just dommed the fuck out of him. his grin was like no other. cloud nine was all he could think to describe the feeling.“no, baby. you were perfect. thank you, that was-“

he trailed off as he glanced over you, face falling the slightest. “shit. did you-.. did you not cum?”

you giggled in the slightest, as if the noises he made alone couldn’t of got you off . no, you wanted this to be about him.

“next time, jayj.”

“next time?” his voice was excited, hopeful and your pulse fluttered. he had no clue.

“you think I’m letting you go after that?”

[hailbales]

just the tip..

warnings: jj maybank x reader! slightt non-con (jj being too whiny to stop), short & sweet smut :)

summary: jj never intended to keep his promise

masterlist

minors dni!

you and jj stumble into the chateau as he lazily locks the door back behind him, his lips chasing yours. you ran out of oxygen five minutes ago but couldn’t find it in you to care when his ring-clad hands are hungrily raking over every part of your body.

“mm, missed you so much.” he groans into your mouth as his fingers pull at the string of your bikini until it falls off your chest. “how much?” you breathe against his lips, pulling back enough to look up at him with those eyes that you know drive him crazy. his lips curve into a smirk as he grabs your hand, planting it on his hard on and your eyes threaten to widen. no matter how many times you’ve seen it or felt it, his size and girth will always intimidate you. “this much, cupcake.”

you bite your lip, easily undoing the button on his shorts before sticking your hand down his pants to stroke him. his eyes fall closed on a moan before he’s pushing you down onto the couch, climbing over top of you. “we gotta be quick, jayj. they’re gonna notice we’re gone.”

“alright, baby. nobody’s gonna know, trust me.” he pants onto your neck, leaving sloppy kisses anywhere his lips met as his hands knead the flesh of your tits. “just the tip though, okay? d’you promise?” you run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging it to get his attention.

his eyes meet yours and you know he’s struggling to agree from the lust and desire darkening his pupils until there was almost no blue left. “I promise, baby. I promise. just the tip.” you nod your head, pulling his cock out of the confines of his shorts and he hisses as the cold air hits the tip before focusing on pulling your tiny little shorts down your legs.

his fingers spread through your lips, spreading your wetness and making you whimper, bucking up into his hand. “careful there, princess. patience.” he scolds, eyes locked on yours as his begins to grind his length through your pussy, driving you crazy from his warmth surrounding your body as he hovers over you. you begin to meet his thrust, keeping your hands in his hair as you stare up at him but he throws head back as a loud groan passes his lips. “fuck, baby. you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you smile at that, before your hand moves to align him with your entrance, pulling his hair to meet your eyes again. “just the tip?”

“just the tip.” he winces at the thought but will say anything to be inside you right now, even just a little bit. “good, baby. go ahead.” he doesn’t need to be told twice, sinking into you but keeping his promise. just the tip. “ohh, fuck baby.” he whimpers, heading falling into your neck as he rocks himself into you, feeling you squeeze him so tight it was like you were trying to suck him in.

you moan, hands falling onto his shoulder blades as you legs fall open wider, inviting him closer. maybe this was a bad idea.

you feel him go deeper inside you and your mouth falls open on a protest, but the only thing that comes out is a long moan. “jayj.” you warn, but he doesn’t hear you as he starts to thrust himself in deeper, his breath getting heavier against your skin as he whimpers.

“jayj, you promised.” you force out, eyes squeezing shut from how deep he was hitting you, reaching that spot that turns you into putty with every thrust. “sorry, baby. can’t stop. you just feel s’good.” his hand crawls beneath your back, arching you into him as his thrust get rougher, bending you to his will. you throw your head back as your nails dig crescent moons into his shoulder, scratching down his back.

“jayj. jayj, you gotta pull out. am’ not on anything.” you whine, a loud moan following your words as he bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave an indent. you feel him shake his head against you before a loud groan erupts from his throat. “fuck, baby. you feel so good. s’like you were made for me, I swear.” his words make your breath hitch in your throat, feeling that heat build in your stomach and you can feel him throbbing inside you.

“jayj, pull out. please.” your words falls on deaf ears as his expression tightens, brows knitting together as his lips fall open. “can’t, baby. m’ sorry. just one time, baby, please. wanna feel you.” he doesn’t give you time to protest, unloading his seed into you in long, hot spurts as he moans so loud you have to cover his mouth so the party going on outside doesn’t hear. he continues his thrust, fucking his cum up into you and his warmth is enough to make you come undone, biting down so hard on your lip you were to draw blood.

“fuckkk, baby. that’s it. come all over me.” you clench around him repeatedly making him hiss from the overstimulation but he can’t bring himself to stop. “jayj, I can’t. s’too much. stop, I can’t take it.” you cry, throwing your head back as he continues to hammer into you. “yes, you can. know you can. c’mon you’re taking me so well.”

you buck up into him, feeling yourself gush around him from his words as you meet his thrust. “that’s it. there’s my girl. so greedy.”

[hailbales]

movie night

warnings: fem reader! x jjmaybank!, p in v, unprotected sex, overstim, cockwarming

summary: jj gets restless watching a movie

masterlist

minors dni!

you froze when you felt his hands inch up your thigh, closing in on the area you so desperately craved for. your hand flew to his, holding it in its place as you anxiously looked around at your friends, but thankfully their eyes were still glued on the tv.

you were sitting on jj’s lap, your back flush against his chest as his hands wondered your body, concealed under the blanket you were using. he thrusts his hardening cock up against you, and although you knew it just looked like he was readjusting himself to anybody but you, your eyes still widened.

“jj, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off, you’re not getting any tonight.” you harshly whispered to him, trying not to draw attention to either of you. thankfully your friends had let you have the seat in the back so they were all facing away from you, but that didn’t make you any less nervous.

“just the tip, baby. please.” he rocked himself against you again and you had to close your eyes to hold your composure. your grip had loosened on his hand, and he took that as a sign to inch further up, applying pressure to your throbbing clit over the small cloth of your underwear. “jj.” you breathed out, and it sounded more like a plead than a warning.

“you have to be quiet, baby. can you do that? can you be quiet for me?” he whispered in your ear before slyly trailing sloppy kisses down your neck. you exhaled a shaky breath, your composure cracking as you nodded your head.

“good girl. that’s a good girl.” he started drawing slow circles on your clit and you threw your head back against his shoulder, holding tightly onto his bicep to steady yourself. you felt him reach between you, steadily pulling his cock out of the confines of his shorts. “there ya go, baby. you’re doing so good. so good for me.”

he pulled your thong to the side, running his thick ring-clad finger through your folds to spread your wetness. he hummed against your neck, thanking whatever god that was listening for making tiny little sundresses that give him easy access

“here’s what I need you to do, doll. I need you to grab that water off the table for me. can you do that? can you be a good girl for me?” you nodded your head, staring down the bottle of cold water sitting on the coffee table just out of reach. “go ahead, baby. keep the blanket on us.”

you obeyed, slowly leaning off his lap on unsteady knees to reach for it. john b spared a slight glance behind him at the movement, but moved his attention back towards the movie. you let out a slight breath of relief, grabbing the bottle into your hand. jj tapped your thigh, signaling you to sit back down.

he guided you with a hand on your waist, aligning himself with your weeping hole. you let out a moan at the intrusion, and jj pinched your thigh in punishment. kie turned back to look at you with a questioning look on her face, but you covered it by letting a nervous laugh. “foots asleep.”

when she turned back around, you let your face morph into pleasure as jj filled you to the hilt. “foot asleep, baby? you needa stand up?” he whispered teasingly in your ear, and you knew he wasn’t gonna let you forget that later.

“j, please.” you sighed, desperately needing to move, to create some kind of friction. “uh, uh. stay still. wouldn’t want our friends to know your sitting on my cock, now would you?” he rubbed his hand soothingly on the spot that he pinched, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before moving his attention back the movie.

the very, very long movie. jj had made the last five minutes of it torture. constantly readjusting himself as his hands roamed wherever he pleased, at one point just holding his thumb onto your clit but not moving an inch. you were sure your thigh was going to be bruised from how many times he pinched it whenever you would start to slowly rock yourself against him.

as the ending credits began rolling, your friends started gathering their belongings. “me and sarah are heading to her place, got an early start there tomorrow.” john b announced as pope an kie folded up the blankets they had used to make palettes.

“alright, bro. we’re gonna crash here tonight.” jj said, extending his hand to do their handshake before john b ruffled your hair in goodbye. the touch made your breath shake, too subtle to notice by anyone but the blonde beneath you. “bye, birdie.”

the rest bode their goodbyes, seemingly taking their sweet time until the last of them finally cleared the living room, the light and background music from the television creating an eerie atmosphere. jj waited until he heard john b’s van start up, pulling out of the driveway before he quickly flipped you onto your back on the couch, the movement causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“you touch starved, baby? what, next you’re gonna whimper when pope helps you up? huh?” you could tell even through his dirty talk he was a bit jealous, and that only fueled the wetness between your thighs. “no, j. just need you so bad.” you whined, eyes pleading. he started rocking his hips, going at a tortuously slow pace and that was enough to make the band in your stomach snap.

your breath got caught in your throat as you threw your head back against the couch, nails tarnishing whatever was in your path. your orgasm hit you faster than you could process, feeling like you were fading in and out of consciousness in continuous bliss.

jj gawked at the sight, his cock throbbing inside you ready to cum but he didn’t want the feeling to be over just yet. not after a long hour of teasing, he wasn’t letting you get off that easy.

he lightly slaps your cheek a couple times, pulling you to consciousness and leaving a slight sting in his wake as he sped up his thrust. “we aren’t done just yet, baby. come back to me.”

“fuck, j. can’t take it no more.” you whine, feeling yourself continuously clench around him. he hisses through his teeth before leaning down to lick the tears that had fallen from your eyes on your cheeks. “yes you can. c’mon, know you got one more in you.”

he leans back, slapping your clit causing you to let out a loud cry. “fuck, j!” you pull on his necklace, pulling his lips down to yours as his mouth dominates yours. 

your hips buck into his, meeting his thrusts and he groans against your lips. “there’s my greedy girl. always so good for me.” he litters kisses down your jaw, trailing to your jaw while his hands finds your boobs, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“god, this pussy feels so good. all. fucking. mine.” his harsh thrusts match his words, one of his hands leaving your breast to wrap around your throat. “all mine, right baby?”

“all yours, j. I’m yours.” you breathe out, face morphing in pleasure as you feel yourself about to fall over the edge. “that’s right, princess. I’ll ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else, you hear me?” his possessive words send you over the edge, a loud pornographic moan escaping your lips as your back arches off the couch.

your body falls limp under his as he continues using you like a fleshlight, chasing his own high. he lets out a deep groan, throwing his head back as he pulls your body to meet his thrust, before you feel warm, long ropes of cum fill you up.

he’s still inside you when he collapses on top of you, your hand immediately flying to play with his hair as you try to catch your breath. “that was incredible, baby.” he murmurs against your skin, before placing a gentle kiss onto your collar bone. you hum in agreement, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as you unconsciously clench around him causing him to let out a slight whimper.

you giggle, running your fingers through his hair soothing until he playfully bites your shoulder, causing you to let out a squeal as try to wiggle out from underneath him “mm, mm. you’re not going anywhere, baby. gonna warm me all night, how’s that sound?”

it’s going to be a long night.

[hailbales]

jj is so boyfriend material.

he would comment “slut me out” under your instagram posts, and you’d have to delete the comments because you have family that follow your social media. he’d wear stupid slogan t-shirts from tourist shops that say things like “i ♡ my gf” with a big pink heart around it if you bought it for him. he says “lemme ask the lady.” before agreeing to a plan. he asks you if you want any food and you say no, and when you inevitably pout because his fries look good, he slides the whole thing toward you and says “eat, baby.” he uses fingers and tongue when going down on you, not afraid to get messy. he doesn’t even care if you’ve not showered, or just worked out, he’s eating it. he’s very much the definition of “wear what you want i can fight” and will slap the shit out of anyone who has anything to say about your outfit. he turns his hat around so that he can kiss you. he’ll make silly little tiktok videos with you if you want to. you never have to beg him. he never complains about money problems to you, refusing to let you pay for anything as long as you’re with him. just… bf!jj

[hailbales]

‘ hailbales ‘

jj maybank masterlist !

fics・₊✧

I love you’s and forever’s 🐚🌊

jj says the ‘L’ word.. soft! jj & penetration, oral (f receiving)

a release 🌊

jj needs to release some pent up anger and you offer yourself up.. dark! jj & throat fucking

movie night 🌊

jj gets restless watching a movie.. softdom! jj & cockwarming, penetration

just the tip.. 🌊

jj never intended to keep his promise.. softsub! jj & penetration

helping hand 🌊

jj is desperate and you’re more than willing to give a helping hand.. sub! jj & dry humping

blurbs ・₊✧

klutzy 🐚

series ・₊✧

coming soon..

fluff 🐚, smut 18+ 🌊

requests are open !

[hailbales]

I once was poison ivy but now I’m your daisyy !

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OUTERBANKS

18+ only! dark content!

jj maybank !

rafe cameron ! coming soon..

john b. routledge ! coming soon..

currently only writing for outerbanks but I’m just a girl and fixations change :)

requests are open & encouraged!! pls I need inspo

( feel free to request for any obx character )

mwah !

[hailbales]

a release

warnings: dark!! jj, angst, fighting, oral (m receiving), face fucking

summary: jj needs to release some pent up anger and you offer yourself up

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minors dni!

“get out of my way!” you hissed, pushing past the crowd of people that were surrounding the fight like it was WWE. “I said, move!”

finally, you made it to the middle as your eyes land on your best friend and some random kook on top of him, landing punch after punch. jj wasn’t even trying to fight back. “get off him, you asshole!” you beat on the guys back, pulling at his t-shirt. when he doesn’t let up, you move to the speakers that were blasting music near them before you pull the plug.

“everybody get the fuck out! cops are on their way!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, causing everybody to scurry out like a pack of roaches, leaving a mess of red solo cups and beer bottles behind.

once every one’s out, you trudge towards the blonde haired boy that caused all this mess as he stands in the kitchen, nonchalantly sipping on a beer. “what the hell is your problem?! I know starting fights is kind of your forte but letting that kook punch your face in?! you didn’t even try to fight back?!”

he shrugs nonchalantly, pulling the can towards his mouth but you quickly snatch it out of his hands, tossing it down into the sink. “and since when are you the host?!”

“why are you even here, y/n?” he rolls his eyes, leaning off of the counter as he makes a move towards the living room. you follow him, your eyes catching the carpet that was stained with his blood. the sight makes a pit form in your stomach.

“maybe because I’m your best friend?!” you push at his back, making him stop in his tracks as he turns to face you, a stoic expression on his features.

“maybe because I got a call that some dumbass was starting fights and not finishing them?!” you push at his chest, but he doesn’t move. “maybe because your face is more beat up than it isn’t?!” another push. “maybe because I fucking care about you?!-“

he wraps his hands around your wrist as you move to push him again, causing you to gulp as you stare up at him. you didn’t even realize your eyes had watered over until you feel a salty tear run down your cheek. “stop.” he says through gritted teeth, his grip on your wrist almost bruising.

“I won’t. I won’t stop. not until you talk to me-“

“for fuck sakes- can you shut the hell up for once in your life, y/n?!” he pushes you up against the wall harshly, sending a sharp pain through your back as he pins your hands on either side or your head. “nobody wants you here- nobody asked you here! so jus do me a favor and get the hell out of my house!”

“no- that won’t work on me. you can’t push me away, I won’t let you-“

“just stop!” he yells, pulling you forward enough to throw you back against the wall causing you to winch in pain. “jj, you’re hurting me.”

“what? can’t take it but you can dish out?” he spits out, looking you up and down in disgust. your chin trembles but you won’t dare let another tear fall. you won’t give him the satisfaction.

“you wanna hurt me, jj? is that what it is, are you so miserable that you won’t let yourself have one good thing? you enjoy getting your face punched in, is that it? you think you deserve it, don’t you?”

his bites the inside of his cheek, his eyes staring daggers into yours. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.” he seethed.

“really? I don’t? cause I think I hit it pretty head on.” you can feel the anger radiating off of him as his warm breath fanned your face from how close he was. “you really wanna take your anger out on someone?”

“take it out on me.”

you didn’t have time to think before he was forcefully pressing his mouth against yours, letting go of one of your aching wrists to wrap his hand around your neck. “just remember you asked for it.” he gritted against your lips before reconnecting them as he picked you up off your feet, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he carried you to the other side of the room before he threw you down on the couch, quickly crawling on top of you. he moved your hair away from your neck before attacking it with kisses and bites that were sure to bruise tomorrow as his hands roamed your waist.

you let out a whimper when he found that sweet spot on your neck as you bucked your hips up in anticipation. “so desperate for me, huh?” he growled, reaching for the buckle of his belt before swiftly pulling it off. “get on your knees.”

you listened, sitting up as he stood off the couch, moving to stand in front of you. you felt your stomach flutter with nerves but the throbbing feeling between your legs took over as you reached for the button on his shorts.

you quickly pulled them down along with his boxers causing him to let out a low groan, running his fingers through your hair before wrapping it around his hand. the sight of his cock swollen and throbbing, leaking with pre-cum had you clenching your thighs together.

“you think I need your pity?” he growled, forcing your head closer. “hm?” you couldn’t resist, wanting to taste him so bad it was painful, so you stuck your tongue out, placing a gentle lick on his angry red tip. his hips jerked forward, a loud deep moan escaping his lips before he looked down at you with frustrated hooded eyes. “answer me.” he yanked your hair, making you look up at him.

“no, j. jus wanna make you feel better.” you muttered, your big doe eyes making his heart pound faster in his chest as you were on your knees for him. “you wanna make me feel better? is that right?” he cooed softly, placing his foot between your legs to apply pressure to your throbbing heat.

you whimpered in response, attempting to rock your hips against him but he yanked your hair, shaking his head at you with a tsk of his tongue. “open up, sweetheart.”

you quickly obliged as he slowly inched himself into your mouth, his salty cum on your taste buds mixed with his quiet whimpers made the throbbing in between your thighs more intense. he pushed all the way to the back of your throat, stilling when the tip of your nose met the hairs on his pelvis. you tried to relax your throat, to prepare yourself but he didn’t give you the chance before he was harshly thrusting into you, fucking your face with such vigor your throat was sure to be bruised tomorrow.

you started rocking yourself against him again, feeling so wound up it was painful as you placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself.

when you moaned against him, he threw his head back with a loud groan, keeping both hands on the back of your head to aid his deep thrusts. “ohhh, fuckkk.” he growled, looking back down at you before his gaze fell onto where you and his foot met. “that’s right, baby. get yourself off on my shoe like the dirty little slut you are.” his dirty words only made you more vocal, sending vibrations through his cock as you pushed him closer to the edge. “fuck, you feel so good. so tight.”

you felt his dick throb inside of you as he thrusted as hard and fast as his hips could manage, not caring about how you choked and struggled around him or the tears that ran down your cheeks. “that’s right, baby. take it all. you can do it, come on.”

you hummed in agreement, looking up at him with doting eyes. his thrusts got sloppier, telling you he was near his end as he hissed and moaned, finding you in disarray over his cock the most sexiest thing he had ever seen. you moved your hand to fondle with his balls, massaging the tender sack causing him to let out a loud yell as his hips stuttered before he stilled, shooting long thick ropes of hot cum down your throat.

he waited until you had swallowed twice to slowly pull out, admiring the spit and cum trailing down your chin. “my pretty girl.” he muttered, caressing your cheek before picking up some of the mess with his thumb, encouraging you to suck it off. you do, staring up at him with tired eyes, lashes fluttering. he hums, feeling his half soft dick start to swell again.

“lay down for me, yeah?”

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part 2? 🫣 lmk

[hailbales]

I love you’s and forever’s

warnings: fem reader! x jj maybank! p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), breeding kink-ish, fluff, andd I think that’s it!

summary: jj says the ‘L’ word

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minors dni!

“guys, please. I can’t take any more pda. I get enough of that from john b and sarah.” kie groans, rolling her eyes as you giggle, looking down at the blonde haired boy as you sat on his lap. jj looked up at you with a goofy grin on his face, his eyes sparkling as he stared up at the girl he was so madly in love with.

from the first moment he met you, he was yours. he didn’t think about anyone or anything else. he physically couldn’t. you were constantly on his mind.

your smile, your laugh, the way you rolled your eyes when something pissed you off, the way he felt inside you. hell, the angelic sounds you made could get him off alone.

as kie realized you weren’t going to respond, but instead stare at each other, she rolled her eyes with a light smile on her face, glad that her friend found someone who could make him feel like that. “okay, you guys are vomit inducing. I’m going inside.”

you snapped yourself out of the trance that the blue eyed boy had the ability to put you in as she stood from her chair around the bonfire, trudging towards the chateau. “I think they got sick of us.” you giggle, glancing around at all the chairs that your friends once occupied.

“mmm,” he hummed, placing his hand on your thigh as he began to draw circles on it. “that’s too bad. I was really enjoying their company.”

“oh really? you were?”

“mhm. In fact, I already miss em.” he smiled hazily, eyes still glossy from the joint he smoked earlier. “yeah, I do too. here, I’ll go get him.” you said teasingly, knowing the effect you had on the boy.

jj felt his heart skip a beat when he thought you were going to leave his lap where you so perfectly fit, quickly moving his hands on your waist to keep you in place as a whine left his lips that he would surely be made fun of for if anybody else heard him.

“wait, no. stay.” he pouted, rubbing his hands up and down the curve of your waist. you hummed, quirking your eyebrow down at him. he smiled innocently, leaning up to place a loving kiss on your lips.

no matter how many times you have kissed, it still feels electrifying. the way your lips fit together like they were molded for each other. the way you moved so effortlessly, like it was second nature. you could never get enough of him.

his scent engulfed you, and the euphoric feeling of everything that was jj came flooding your senses, still not ceasing to knock you off your feet.

“I love you so much.”

the five words made you pause as your breath got caught in your throat. “what?” you gulped.

his eyes widened at the realization of what he just said, reality hitting him in the face.

he couldn’t bring himself to look up at you as your faces were still centimeters apart, he could feel your breath on his face. “I..”

his overthinking hit him like a brick, all tumbling into his head at once. he sucked his lip into his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he wished he could just blink himself out of existence.

“hey, don’t go there.” you pulled him out of his thoughts, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I-I, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ he sighed, raking a hand through his hair out of frustration towards himself.

“jj. stop.” you laughed, placing your hands on his face as you made him look at you. the nervousness in his eyes made butterflies erupt in your stomach, reassuring his affection for you.

you slowly lean in, placing your forehead on his as you stare deeply into each others eyes before connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. so small it was barely a peck, but you both felt it in your stomach.

you loved him.

he was unsure of almost everything in his life, he always felt like he was a burden to everyone. to his dad, his friends, even his stupid teachers. he has always been unsure on their genuineness, but he was sure about yours. with just one kiss, you made him feel it.

in just a second all the passion that flowed through both yours and his chest was pushed into your kiss as you pressed against each other, in almost a bruising force. he hummed into your mouth, gently nipping on your bottom lip as your tongues explored each others mouth.

you needed to be closer to him, you needed to inhale him. but no matter how flush your skin was to each others, it wasn’t enough.

“jj.” you breathed, breaking away from the kiss as he looked up at you with desperation. “I know. I know.”

in a matter of seconds you were scooped up in his arms as he stood up off the lawn chair, his mind running with places to take you. but then it hit him, the one place he felt most connected to.

when he placed your feet on the ground, it didn’t take you long to realize where you were. the worn out wood beneath your feet and the sound of crickets chirping in your ear gave it away. he took you to the dock. yours and his place.

where you first met, where you had your first kiss, where you had your first ‘date’, where you would’ve had your first time if john b hadn’t walked up, playfully gagging as he realized where y’all were heading to.

before you could take a breath he was smashing his lips against yours, placing one hand on your neck as the other rested on your waist. you interlocked your hands in his hair, pulling him desperately closer.

he grabbed you by your waist, setting you on top of the railing as he stood in between your legs. “say it, princess. I need you to say it.” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

it took your mind a second to catch up with his words, before a light smile fell upon your face. “I love you, j.”

that was all it took for him to pull his shirt you were wearing off of your head, before you helped pull his off along with it. he pushed your lips against yours roughly, his hand placed on the back of your head as it got tangled in your hair.

“I love you.” you repeated between kisses, loving the way you felt him react to it. “god, your gonna be the death of me, baby.” he groaned, moving to pull your shorts off of your legs. luckily for times sake, you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“I need you closer, j.” you whined pathetically, lightly pulling his hair at the nape of his neck. his face scrunched in pleasure as his eyebrows furrowed, quickly going for the buckle of his shorts. “I’m working on it, cupcake.”

his shorts fell to the ground before he kicked them off. you both watched in shock as they landed into the water, beginning to float on the surface. you looked back towards each other, a grin finding its way onto your face as he pursed his lips. “well, that’s gonna be a hard one to explain.”

you laughed, wrapping your arm around his shoulder to pull him closer before reconnecting your lips with his. his hand found the back of the bikini top, quickly pulling the string that kept it together before tossing it along in the water to accompany his shorts.

“hey! that’s one of my favorites.” you complained, but you didn’t really care. you would let him throw all your clothes away if it meant he got to take them off.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” he muttered, his tongue swiping your lips to grant him access. “yeah, okay pogue.” he chuckled against your lips, before taking the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth causing you to moan out of surprise.

you could feel him smile against you as he began kissing down your jaw to your neck, his hands finding your breast making you throw your head back as he tweaked with your nipples. “please, j. no foreplay. I can’t.” you moaned, pulling at his hair.

he ignored you as he began trailing further down your body before he reached right where you wanted him most. he looked up at with lustful eyes before placing a kiss on your clit, making you jump in your skin from the attention.

“that feel good, baby?” you could feel the warmth of his breathe against your heat, making you arch your back as you panted. “please, j.” you breathed.

that was all it took before he diving into you, licking up your slit before giving attention to your throbbing clit as he sucked on it. you felt like your whole body was on fire, burning with need as he slowly stuck his finger in you, curling it upwards with every thrust.

you were a moaning mess, pushing his head closer to you as he ate you out like a starved man, hooking his arm around your thighs.

he groaned against you, causing your toes to curl as you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you, baby. let go. cum all over my face.” he mumbled against you, the vibrations from his voice sending you over the edge as you arched your back, your toes curling as you came with a cry.

he stood upright, pressing his mouth to yours hungrily as you tasted yourself on his lips. he pulled away before quickly sticking his fingers that were coated in your cum down your throat, gagging you as though it was his cock.

you were so taken aback, but quickly gave into it as you sucked on them, swirling your tongue around it. he moans, feeling his dick ache as he watched you.

“you see how good you taste, mama?” he whispers huskily, like he had just woken up causing your cunt to throb. you hummed against him, nodding your head. that was all it took for him to break as he removed his fingers from your mouth, spreading your legs open as he ran his hand up and down his shaft, spreading his precum.

he slid the tip through your folds before he slipped it in your aching hole, causing you both to let out a throaty moan. “fuckk..” he slowly inched into you, taking it slow so you could feel every throb and vein on his cock. you had never fucked raw before, and now you didn’t think you could stop.

the intimacy, the pleasure, it was becoming too much for you. for both of you. your eyes connected and you both felt it. it was different this time. it almost made you tear up at the overwhelming love you felt for the boy inside of you.

he slowly leaned in, pressing you in a deep, passionate kiss, silencing your cries as he filled you all the way. “oh god, jj.” you moaned, your face tightening in pleasure as he sped up.

he groaned at the sound of your voice, at the way you were clenching around him as though you were pushing him away and pulling him towards you all at the same time. he buried his face in the crook of neck, his fist squeezing your thighs so hard it almost hurt.

“your so tight. makes me wanna fill you full of my cum. you want that, princess? you want my babies?”

“god- yes!” you sobbed, throwing your head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. “fuck, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. wanna make you cum every night. wanna see you full and round with my baby so everyone knows who you belong to.” his cock throbs inside of you at the thought, feeling himself reach his high faster than he ever has.

“j, m’ so close.” you moaned, your arms wrapped around his as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. “I know. I know, princess. not yet. hang on for me.”

he pulled you off the ledge onto your feet, causing an empty feeling to crawl through your chest as he pulls out of you. It doesn’t last long before he spins you around, bending you over as he enters you again causing you to let out a loud scream.

his hand quickly flies over your mouth, muffling your moans as he pulls you flush against him, your back against his chest. the position makes him feel so much deeper, causing you to throw your head back against his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.

his lips attach to you neck, licking and bruising you as he thrust into you harshly. “god, I’m so in love with you. I can never stop thinking about you. I dream about you even when your sleeping in my arms. I picture you when I get myself off. I fantasize about getting down on knee and marrying you. I want you to have my kids, I want to protect you with my life, I want to grow old with you. fuck, I can’t wait.”

his words send you over the edge as you tighten around him, cumming with a loud cry. he quickly attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with a bruising force as you feel his cock swell inside of you, balls tightening before he stills. his groans, his warm cum filling you up as it shoots into you in long, thick ropes.

neither of you notice the tears that fill your eyes as he slowly thrust inside of you, letting you both ride out your highs until he pulls away. his face drops in panic as his hands quickly come up to cup your face. “baby, what’s wrong? d-did I hurt you? cmon, talk to me, what happened?”

you let out a sob at his gentleness, despite how rough he was just fucking you. the sound causes a pit to form in his stomach as he quickly scans you over, eyes widened with fear.

you place your hand over his that was resting on your cheek, causing him to look back up at you. “I want that for us too. you have no idea how badly I want that. I’m so in love with you, jj.”

his features soften, his heart turning to mush at your words. “oh, baby.” he cooes, his own eyes prickling with tears as he pulls you flush against him, wrapping his arms around your body. his hands find your hair, fisting it as he holds you tightly, so tightly as though you might slip away if he didn’t.

he decides then and there as your body shakes with sobs against him that he was never letting you go.

you are the best thing that’s ever happened to him.