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Returns/Returning

Pairings: John B x Reader

Fandom: Outer Banks

Summary: This takes place when John B was in jail. The first time. You basically take Sarah’s place in this in that you are married to John B. Not everything is the same though.

Warnings: None that I can think of, John B moans once.

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The Foster Part Eight

TW: language. Angst.  

SUMMARY: A cat and mouse game has deadly consequences.

WORD COUNT: 800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 8

Your eyes fixated on the compass within your hand. A singular name etched into the copper as you sat at a table in the "closed" Wreck. Kiara was quick to reinstate the locks as Pope searched for a means of defense. Meanwhile, your hand reached over the etching. 

Redfield. 

A very specific "R" catching your attention with the sharp nose of the consonant. 

"John B thinks it has to do with the lighthouse. We went and the keeper was shady as hell but it didn't prompt much other than him getting arrested…Not long after that, you two must have met…" Kiara explained as you slowly nodded. 

"I saw this. At Tannyhill. On a phonebook in the shed. It was highlighted. Routledge and Redfield…"

"Both pretty common names…" Pope explained. 

"Do you think he's alive?" Your question made Kiara and Pope look at each other. 

"We try not to think about it…It's too strange to think he isn't, but it's been almost a year…"

"Ward wants this…But why?" You diverted the conversation back to the object apparently worth fighting for. 

"Probably because it ties his ass to the scene…" Kiara added. 

"Collateral?" Pope interjected.

"Either way there are one too many dead bodies and mysteries and…" A rushed knock on the outside of the Wreck sent Pope on the defense and Kiara to unlock the doors as she heard JJ make some inaudible remark. But the second they entered, you saw the wound on John B's face. Fresh blood that sent you in search of a first aid kit. 

"Do you still have it?" He asked as you handed it to him before starting your search.

"What happened?!" Kiara scolded as JJ rested into one of the closer chairs. 

"Everyone just wants a piece of JJ Maybank…" He attempted to keep the humor. 

"They were looking for Sarah. Guess she ran off and Ward sent Rafe to The Chateau to look for her."

"Why would he think she was there?" To this, Kiara and Pope evaded your eyes. 

"I worked on her dad's boat…we had a few interactions…"

"John B had a crush on her. But for what it's worth, I like you better…" JJ explained as you managed to find a kit behind the bar and moved to John B. 

"Here… Sit down…" You positioned yourself at the bar between his legs as his hands came to a natural rest at your hips. Your lips pulled to a grin to his touch before he cocked his jaw in approval of your reaction. 

"For someone who hates his sister, sure throws a right hook like he cares…" 

"John B…What is all this? I mean the compass…The Camerons…All for some shipwreck nobody has found in two hundred years?"

"I know it's a stretch, but my dad believed in it. He found it, the tape-"

"I know…but…is it worth your life?" He paused to the emotion suddenly onset in your expression. "Because I don't think it is…" John B's hands raised to your cheeks, brushing away the tears that had fallen loose. 

"I know you miss him…I know it's hard…but I don't want to lose you before I even get to really know you…"

"Planning on getting rid of me?"

"No, I-"

"Then I'm not going anywhere. Actually wanna stay around for a bit…at least…if you are…" You set a butterfly bandage over his brow as he pulled you swiftly towards him as you gasped. 

"I'm not going anywhere." He said again, a softer touch leading you against his lips. 

"Your lip…" He smirked, pulling you against his chest before setting his lips to your ear. 

"I'll sacrifice it now to show you what you're in for later…" But as you fell into this moment with him, forgetting of the danger and pain, a set of headlights illuminated and disappeared ahead. 

"I know you guys are in there! Please, open the door!" Sarah's voice was desperate on the other side of the door. You looked at one another as John B took the lead. 

"Don't!" Kiara threatened before you would hear Sarah call to you. 

"I know what happened to you! I saw it on the security system. Please, I just want to help!" But to this attempt, Kiara caught your arm. 

"You can't trust her."

"Maybe she is the only person we can…" You pulled yourself freely until opening the door. But upon doing so, you saw she wasn't alone. Topper at her side. His eyes, curious and a bit apprehensive to note the pogues behind you, defensive when noting him. 

"I also know who you are…" As John B turned to face you, a singular shot rang out, deafening the group. Without the need to know exactly where it had come from, there was one thing either set of Pogues and Kooks understood. 

It was a gunshot. 

And someone was hit… 

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Stranded

I plopped down on the deck of Heywards boat. Pope was going to kill us. It was late so no one was answering their phones that could come rescue us. I shouldn't have listened to JJ when he insisted on a quick beer run. He was way too over confident, not afraid to get in trouble, and a terrible flirt. And I was stuck with him until morning. I glared at him as he plopped down across from me with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other. This was going to be a long night.

We sat in silence for a long time. I was new to the group, only sticking around because I'd had the biggest crush on John B until he met Sarah. So when I looked up from my spot of resting my chin on my knees, I was surprised to see the hungry look in JJ's eyes as he leaned against the cabin door. My stomach instantly filled with butterflies. I’d never been looked at like that before. He was looking at me down his nose as he took long hits off the joint, running a hand through his messy hair on occasion. He was nice to look at too with his tanned torso on display but at least I wasn't gawking at him.

"What's your problem?" I snapped, hugging my knees closer to my chest. JJ shifted before finishing off another beer and smashing the can in his hand.

"Don't be mad." JJ said and I immediately tensened, my body riddled with anxiety. "Your pussy is showing." I gasped, my heart sinking to the ocean floor as I jumped to my feet and fixed my bottoms. Sure enough I could feel the thin material folded inward between my lips. How long had it been like that? Why was he staring like that? Why didn't he say anything? I was mortified, on the verge of embarrassed and angry tears.

I turned to look at the water when I felt him behind me. His hands came up to rest gently on my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it.” I gulp at his words. My body was reacting in ways it never had before around JJ. He was irritating. Annoying. Selfish. But I liked the way he’d looked at me. I liked the way it made me feel. JJ turns me and offers a small smile. I can’t stop myself as I lift up on my toes and kiss him. He immediately wraps his arms around me and deepens the kiss, devouring me. His hands palm my ass as he presses his body into mine, the impressive erection in his pants digging into my waist.

“We should stop.” I pant, fear consuming me from the inside as his mouth moved down to my neck. What if this ruined everything? What about their rule? No Pogue On Pogue Macking?

“Why? Because I’m not John B?” My eyes widen as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes lingering on my mouth. “I know about your little crush.”

“I-.”

“It’s okay. I get it. John B is the better man. The saver option. I’d only cause you trouble.” JJ murmurs, his hands sliding to my hips as I fight to fill my lungs with air. I rubbed my thighs together, in desperate need for this ache to go away.

“JJ, I-.”

“We don’t have to tell anybody. What happens on this boat, stays out here with us. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s not about John B. I’ve only had sex with one person so I don’t even know what I’m doing. I don’t want to be bad at it then have to face you everyday with our friends.” I blurt and his features soften, his hand cupping my cheek.

“We have all night. I could show you how to please a man. How a woman likes to be pleased. I won’t do anything you won’t like. Maybe when the times comes, you could show John B.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his dark blue eyes, blonde hair a mess on his forehead as he stroked my cheek.

“What about the rule?” I whisper and JJ gives a devious smile, his ringed thumb gliding over my swollen bottom lip.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I feel his other hand slide between my legs and I part them to grand him access, my breathing uneven as he caresses me gently. “If it makes you feel any better, you have a pretty pussy.” His voice is gruff, sending a shiver up my spine as he leans in to kiss me. I welcome his lips, letting him kiss me how he wants, steal my breath until my arms circle his neck to help keep me upright.

“I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like.” He says, taking my bottom lips between his teeth.

This was just one night. For educational purposes.

“Have you ever had your pussy licked?” JJ whispers against my lips and I shake my head, my hands shaking with nerves.

“I want you to sit on my face that way you can be the look out.” JJ says dropping down to his knees and pulling me with him before I can protest. Sit on his.. face?

“W-why can’t we just go in the cabin?” I asked as he untied the strings of my bottoms. I didn’t have time to protest before they were off and he was pulling me over to straddle his head as he laid on his back.

“Because this is more fun.” I shivered from his warm breath against my pulsing core, covering my face as my cheeks heated.

“Look around. Let me know if anyone is coming.. besides you.” I rolled my eyes at his stupid joke when suddenly his tongue was moving through my slit, licking and flicking as he went. I squealed when his hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down onto his mouth. I was going to be a terrible look out.

“Can’t you breathe?” I questioned, my eyes threatening to roll back into my head as his tongue began to thrust inside me. He mumbled something incoherently. I couldn’t help but rock my hips back and forth, the pleasure inside me building like a bomb ready to explode. He sucked my clit into his mouth, tightening his hold on my thighs as he made me cum in his mouth. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming, although choked whimpers flew out anyway.

My body shook as I was no longer able to hold myself up. He gently slid out from under me as I collapsed down on my towel, using my bag as a pillow as I fought to catch my breath. JJ’s mouth was smeared with my release, the bulge in his shorts more than noticeable as he eyed me hungrily.

“How was your first time?” JJ asks, moving up my body so he’s hovering and kneeling between my legs.

“Uh, awkward. Painful. He freaked out that I bled a little.” I admit and JJ shakes his head.

“He’s a loser. Don’t ever feel bad about your body doing natural things.” I melt as he leans in to kiss me softly, his erection nudging my clit and I arch into him.

“How’d he do it? Him on top?” JJ asks and I nod. I let out a shaky breath as his lips move down my neck and to my collarbone, his tongue jutting out to trace along the bone.

“How do you want it this time?” JJ looks up at me as he moves my top to the side and takes my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, sparks shooting through my body as he sucks.. and bites.

“I uh— I don’t know. What feels best for you?” I choke out and he laughs around my flesh in his mouth.

“This isn’t about me.” JJ mumbles, switching between my nipples.

“I won’t know what I’ll like unless we try it.” I breathe, tugging on his hair and bringing his mouth back to mine.

“Let’s try doggy. I think you’ll like that. Flip over, ass in the air.” JJ kisses me again before raising up so I can do as he says. He runs his fingers through my arousal in a torturously slow tease. I look over my shoulder to see his eyes hooded as he frees himself from his shorts. I gasp at the size. I immediately shrink away but he grabs my hips, pulling me back with a smirk.

“You can take it. It’ll feel good. I promise.” JJ says, sliding a condom down his long cock.

“Are you gonna be the look out?” I whimper, feeling him start to crown me.

“Yea, baby, I’ll be the look out.” His voice is strained as he pushes his way inside me, filling and stretching me deeply. He’s not even all the way in before he starts to slide in and out, my toes curling in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, it’s so deep.” I moan, feeling him deep inside my stomach as he starts to move faster, reaching further.

“Does it feel good?” JJ questions, gripping my hips hard as he pounds into me. I answer with a moan, my head dropping down to the towel as he fucks me. And boy did he fuck me. I felt it deep inside me, a soreness like I’d never felt before settled in deep. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly cum again, I do with a choked scream while biting down on my towel.

The sounds he made were enough to get me off themselves. I’d never heard a man be pleasured and it became my new favorite sound. He grunted or cursed with every snap of his hips, sinking in balls deep every time until I could no longer hold myself up.

“J, I-I can’t. You’re killing me.” I whined, my fingers finding that sweet spot between my legs and causing my body to tighten.

“No, you’re killing me.” JJ groans, yanking me upright so he can reach a new angle and I take in the empty water around us. It was so beautiful at night.

“Cum for me one more time. Squeeze me one more time and I’ll cum with you.” JJ says into my ear, skin slapping into skin as I come undone. My mouth opens on a scream just as his hand flies over it, grunting loudly into my ear as his thrusts become quick and sloppy until he finally stills. I tremble as we both lower ourselves down onto the towel and a wave of exhaustion hits me while he discards the condom.

I smile as JJ wraps me in his strong arms and kisses me lazily, his tongue finding it’s way into my mouth.

“I’d love to fuck you again but I’m out of condoms.” He rasps and I jolt when his hand finds its way between my thighs. I moan into his mouth as he strokes my clit, my legs shaking with exertion.

“But man do I love the sounds you make.”

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the first father’s day

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summary: it’s jj’s first father’s day and indie is determined to make it a day worth both celebrating and remembering. it’s a special day as they enjoy a wholesome family day out on the mainland. 

warnings: swearing. mentions of abuse. 

author’s note: i am well aware that this is a week late but better late than never, right? i was gonna post but then life happened! anyways, i hope you enjoy this tooth-rotting fluff (and a little bit of spice). please feel free to leave a reblog or a comment with your thoughts! or come talk to me in my ask box, i love hearing everything you have to say!

Father’s Day had never really been much more than just another day to JJ Maybank. As someone whose father was very much someone who wasn’t worth celebrating — and had spent the majority of his teenage years taking drunken punches and clearing up the catastrophic aftermath of a blackout binge, it definitely wasn’t a day that he had marked out on his calendar. Even now, going on eight years after removing himself from that traumatic environment and with his own daughter, he didn’t pay much attention to the celebratory day; it was an occasion which he had pushed to the very back of his mind, not necessarily wishing to participate in. After all, it was just another day in the year to him; it didn’t hold much — if any — meaning at all to the teal-eyed blonde.

However, as always and in her typical Indie-esque fashion, Indie had different plans for the day. Having had a somewhat decent father, of whom she shared a very loving relationship and a close bond, Father’s Day was a particularly important day to her for more reason than just one. She loved and missed her late father more than words could ever describe, and a fraction of her heart still ached at her loss; she would give almost anything to spend one, final day with him — to tell him how much she loved him, and appreciated all of the sacrifices he had made for both her and John B. It had been a very sore day for her since his disappearance, one wound that never healed yet simply numbed that little bit more with every year that passed. Then, there was still that ever so noticeable flicker of insecurity in JJ and his ability to be a good father to their sweet, little girl. He needed that subtle nudge of a reminder every now and again that he wasn’t his abusive, drunkard of a father, and that this was his opportunity to replace those dark and tumultuous memories with something more positive.

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what are friends for?

Summary: You and your boyfriend JJ take an unusual approach to cheering up John B after he breaks up with Sarah.

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral, fingering, vouyerism, drinking

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“Look, the guy just needs to get laid. Maybe then he’d stop being such a whiny asshole,” JJ scoffed, and you slapped his arm.

“Hey, be sensitive, he’s emotional right now,” you countered with a frown, and JJ rolled his eyes.

“He’s not emotional, he’s horny. He’s had ass on demand for a year and now? Nothing.”

“Don’t call Sarah ‘ass’, she’s more than that,” you scolded, and JJ shrugged.

“You know what I mean. Dude’s gonna crack. I saw him eye a watermelon yesterday and I don’t wanna know where his mind went.”

You giggled at that, and JJ winked at you before you both went back to staring at John B surfing, wondering what you could do to help him.

You’d tried everything. Distractions, late night sob fests, heartfelt therapy sessions, but nothing seemed to be working. He was still his same sulky self, and you were starting to run out of ideas.

“Okay, say you’re right? How can we get him laid? He literally refuses to look at any other girl. He nearly started crying when that touron hit on him because, and I quote, she had blonde hair and Sarah had blonde hair,” you commented, and JJ bit his lip in thought.

“I mean…you don’t have blonde hair,” JJ smirked over at you.

“You pimping out your girlfriend?” You joked back, and he stared at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t quite name.

“Hey, if it’ll get that man to smile, it’s worth a shot,” he answered, before pulling his cap low and laying back down next to you, leaving you to your thoughts.

And those thoughts inevitably drifted to John B. It wasn’t like you’d never thought about him like that, I mean, he was handsome. You looked out over the water watching the way his muscles flexed as he surfed, before shaking your head and lying back down too.

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“My God, it was hilarious, right John B?” JJ asked, recounting something that’d happened earlier that day, and you both turned to look at the boy sitting across from you.

He was miles away, fingers tapping against his beer bottle as he stared out the window.

“Yo, John B?” JJ asked again, snapping his fingers, and he finally turned to look at you both.

“Huh?”

JJ rolled his eyes and leant back against the sofa, glancing over at you.

“What?” John B asked, frowning.

“You’re not even here, what’s with you?”

“Nothing! I’m just…”

“It’s fine, John B, we understand, JJ’s just being an asshole,” you cut in, slapping JJ’s leg with a glare, and he glared back.

“Yeah, I’m the asshole. Not the guy sat over there pining who just needs to get his dick wet and stop being so fucking moody all the time,” JJ mumbled, but it was loud enough for you both to hear.

“Hey, I don’t need to…I mean…I’m not moody,” John B defended. He looked at you for help, but you just shrugged because he totally was moody. “Look, I can’t just jump into something new, I’m not ready for that.”

“You don’t have to! I’m not saying marry someone, again, just go get laid! Seriously, I’m on the verge of offering my girl out at this point,” JJ snapped, and your eyes widened, as did John B’s at the casual way he said it.

“JJ!” You scolded, unable to even look at John B, though you could feel his gaze on you.

“What? You think he’s hot, you told me that time you got drunk on tequila at Kie’s birthday.”

“JJ! Oh my God,” you buried your face in your hands, embarrassment rising.

“It’s fine! Seriously, John B thinks you’re hot too, he told me so when he got drunk on vodka at Pope’s birthday!”

“JJ!” John B shouted, and JJ scowled.

“Will everyone stop saying my name!”

It was silent then as everyone took in what had just happened, staring anywhere but at each other.

“Dude, you’re not…serious?” John B asked quietly, and you ignored the hot thrill that sent through you.

“I mean…kinda? I always thought it’d be sort of hot to watch,” JJ admitted, and this time you couldn’t ignore the way that made you feel, the way it made you slick between your thighs as you pressed them together.

John B’s eyes flicked over to you then, immediately dropping to where you were clenching your legs, and when they snapped back up to your face, they were dark and almost desperate.

“Don’t need to ask if she’d be into it, do we? She’s soaking your couch,” JJ spoke then, voice playful, and you wanted to wipe that smug grin off this face, but something about the way they were talking like you weren’t even here had your breath catching in your throat.

John B adjusted himself in his shorts then, drawing your gaze to the prominent bulge he was unsuccessfully trying to hide, and you subconsciously bit your lip.

“Switch seats?” JJ piped up, and John B waited for your gentle nod before standing and moving to the sofa, JJ taking his position on the recliner, settling back with a beer in his hand and a glint in his eye.

Your stomach tightened as John B slid over to you, soft hand on your face as he leaned close to your ear.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart, just say the word.”

Sweetheart. You were done for.

“I want to,” you whispered back, and he grinned at you before leaning in to plant his lips on yours.

It was so different from JJ’s desperate, rough kisses. JJ kissed like he’d never get enough of you, whereas John B was delicate, slow, taking his time to savour every inch of you.

When his tongue poked out to invade your mouth, you couldn’t help the groan you let out, and then his hand was sliding up your thigh, trailing it’s way under your skirt, stopping just an inch from where he’d find you wet and wanting.

You could feel his hesitance, still unable to believe this was happening, and with a quick glance at JJ, who had his eyes firmly glued to the hand on you, you reached down and slid it all the way up.

John B let out a desperate moan as he felt you, slick on his fingers as he glided his way to your clit, instantly putting just the right amount of pressure on it, and your head fell, his lips attaching to your neck, biting and licking his way over your soft skin.

“Two fingers, John B, she can take it. Curl them just a little and she’ll mewl like a goddamn kitty,” JJ ordered, voice heavy with lust.

John B followed his lead, pushing into you and curling into that spot that had your back arching, pushing yourself further into his touch, and with a just a few strokes, you were coming undone, whimpering his name as he watched you eagerly.

“Shit,” he mumbled when you came back down, slipping his fingers free. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smirked as you lifted his hand to your mouth, sucking his fingers in and tasting yourself.

“I stand corrected,” he uttered, the strain in his boxers now painful.

“My turn.”

You slid to the floor in front of him, reaching to unbutton his shorts and pull him free.

“You don’t have to do that,” he assured you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously man, you’re about to experience a top class blow job. Enjoy it,” JJ piped up, and you’d almost forgotten he was there.

You were entirely focused on John B as you pulled his cock free, wondering how the hell he’d been hiding this all this time.

You leaned down, tongue flicking over the head before you took him all in, relaxing your throat as you pushed your nose against his pelvis, and his hand flew to grip your hair, other hand rising to your neck where he swore he could feel himself.

“Shit, how the fuck are you doing that?” he whined as you started moving, staring up at him doe-eyed.

“Told you,” JJ grinned, and you felt a little pride burst in you at the praise.

You worked over him for a few minutes until he pulled on your strands desperately.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

You pulled off him with a filthy pop, lips a little swollen and mascara smudged, and John B almost came anyway just from the sight of you.

“How do you want me?” You asked sweetly, and Jesus Christ, was he in heaven?

“Climb up,” he pulled on you and you settled in his lap. His hands immediately came to slide your shirt over your head, baring your chest to him, and he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, biting down before running his tongue over the sting.

He looked up at you one more time, cock in his hand and just one movement from being inside you, and when you nodded, he slid in, pulling you down fully onto him.

Your head flew back as he settled inside you, hands gripping his shoulders as you fought to adjust to him.

“God, you feel so fucking good, so tight,” he hissed, and you clenched around him. “Don’t do that shit, please, I’ll come.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just so good, John B, so full,” you whimpered, and you could hear JJ behind you unzipping his own shorts, the sound sending a thrill through you. “Can I move?”

John B nodded desperately and you started bouncing on top of him, each thrust hitting deep in what felt like your stomach, and you were both moaning so loud you didn’t hear JJ make his way over to you until he was stood next to you, pushing his dick at your lips.

You opened your mouth obediently, and you were wrong earlier, now you were full.

The sensation of John B in your pussy and JJ in your mouth was too much, and you were tightening around John B in seconds, the vibration of your groan pushing JJ over the edge too, warm spurts hitting your tongue as he came.

You swallowed harshly, but a little trail of come lingered on your lips, sliding down your chin, and the sight of that, that finished John B off as he pulsed inside of you, filling you to the brim.

JJ had collapsed beside John B, and you had collapsed into his chest, all three of you panting and hazy, a stickiness between your legs and a sheen of sweat over your skin.

John B was the first to speak.

“Shit, guys, I think I actually really needed that.”

“What are friends for?” JJ answered with a grin back at him.

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Beach House

“I’m JJ.” He breaks our kiss as we both slip our bottoms off. We didn’t even make it inside the beach house. Instead I’d pushed him into the enclosed outdoor shower that also had a bench.

“I don’t care.” I breathed, kissing him again as I pushed him to sit down while I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was the perfect size. I’d been fantasizing over him all week and with this being the last night of my vacation, I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. The tan, blonde, surfer groaned into my mouth, his hands working the strings of my bikini top.

“You’re so hot.” He murmured against my lips as he tossed my top, hands gripping any piece of my flesh he could reach.

“Thank you. So are you.” I giggle, smearing his precum with my thumb before straddling his lap.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.” Blonde cutie says, his tongue dipping back in my mouth. I line him up with my entrance and circle my hips as I work him inside. We both groan at the same time as I sink down.

“Fuck.” We both groan, my arms wrapping around his neck. We were both panting as I took a minute to adjust. It gave me time to really appreciate how handsome he was up close. His messy blonde hair was dry and tangled from my hands. His eyes were teal although his blown pupil took up most of it. His lips were swollen and parted. He had an athletic build, tan skin, toned abs, and a man’s hands. Him thrusting up into me snapped me back to the present, my head tipping back on a moan. His lips found my throat as I started to rock in sync with him.

“God, you feel so good. You have to pull out.” I groan, riding him faster as he manhandles my ass and kisses along my throat.

“My turn.” He growls, standing, and dropping me down to my feet before bending me over the bench and slamming back inside my pussy. I can’t help it as I grow louder with each thrust, my fingers gripping the slats in the bench for dear life.

“You should extend your stay.” JJ rasps, fingers digging into my hips. One hand slides around to grip my tit, two fingers tweaking my nipple. Said hand slides down to circle my clit and I cum hard with a cry.

“Fuck.” He thrusts faster and when he yanks free, I spin around and offer my tits for him to cum on. He groans loudly, letting his head fall back as he spews hot cum all over my chest. I take a seat on the bench, both of us fighting to catch our breath.

“Are you going to tell me your name?” JJ asks and I shake my head, standing and turning the shower on. We stand there staring at each other as the hot water washes off my chest. He looks about ready for round two.

“Will I see you again?” He asks, his hands sliding up my wet body and cupping my face. It’s such a sweet gesture as he swipes water droplets off my face. I turn so I can wash the ocean out of my hair and his lips find my throat again.

“Probably not.” I smirk, his fingers slipping between my legs. I can’t help but gasp as two fingers slide in with ease. I grip the shower handle as he fingers me while kissing my neck.

“Then I’m not done.”

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“You know what helps me figure shit out? Smoking beers and drinking weed. The ideas just pour out of me.”

Rudy Pankow as JJ Maybank, Outer Banks, s2, ep7: The Bonfire

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outer banks + tweets (part 4)

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the different looks JJ has given at Kiara (pt1) (pt2) (Kiara's version)

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a little thing called hope

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summary: as indie and jj settle into their new roles as parents to their bouncing baby girl, a blast from jj’s past comes knocking on the door. 

warnings: swearing. slight nudity. mentions of sick. mentions of death. mentions of addiction. mentions of abuse. 

author’s note: so the angsty chapter is here and i hope you all enjoy! feel free to leave a coment or reblog giving your thoughts and feedback on the chapter! or come talk to me in my inbox! asks are always welcome!

It really was the simple, little pleasures in life that made the world go round for Indie Routledge; the comforting warmth of laying beside the man that she loved oh so dearly as his tattooed arm draped lovingly over her waist, her baby’s tiny fingers wrapping around her own finger or thumb and clinging on for dear life as she held her in her arms — snuggled against her chest, the adorable way in which Axel would insistently sleep at the very foot of the bassinet as if on guard duty and would carefully eye anyone who dared to step foot in the direction of the new, sleeping baby, the way in which her brother’s eyes would light up like Las Vegas in the night time whenever he saw or even so much as mentioned his niece, and the tired grumbles of “I love you” that they still remembered to say every night — without fail — before falling asleep after the long, exhaustive day they had had. It was those moments, those extra special split seconds in time, that she cherished the most.

It was also those heartstring-pulling moments that made the five-thirty wake up calls to feed her sweet, wailing daughter all the more tolerable. Indie allowed herself to get comfortable — leaning herself backwards against the assortment of patterned and fluffy accent pillows as the light duvet halted at her waistline. She was careful not to disturb her suckling daughter, who was very much occupied in gulping down her breast milk at record speed and filling the messy bedroom with loud grunts and gulps as she sucked on Indie’s nipple for dear life.

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Outer Banks | 2x04: Homecoming

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tiny hands and little feet

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summary: as indie and jj announce their engagement to their friends during lunch, john b gets into the swing of his uncle duties. however, later that night, indie and jj end up having a serious conversation about their future together.

warnings: threat of violence. 

author’s note: thank you so much for all of the feedback on the last chapter! it was much appreciated! as always, feel free to leave a comment or reblog giving your thoughts and feedback on the chapter! or come talk to me in my ask box!

It was a pleasant, breezeless day in the Outer Banks as Indie walked along the sand-covered path that ran parallel with the beach; the faint echoes of the squawking seagulls and the gentle waves crawling along the shoreline filled the background air as she nonchalantly pushed the stroller along — careful to avoid the uneven cobbles of the old pathway as much as she possibly could. Tilly lay bundled beneath a soft, powder-pink blanket, sleeping peacefully, as the little, grey teddy that JJ had bought for her all those months ago lay beside her. Her chest rose and fell in a gentle cadence as she breathed ever so softly, and her tiny fingertips coiled themselves around the fur-covered arm of the teddy. It had very much become a comfort to her over the first week of her life, the softness of the light grey fur delicate against her sensitive skin.

Indie peered down at her sleeping baby momentarily, a contented smile curling her full lips upwards and a warm, fuzzy sensation filling her chest. She reached a hand into the woven, cream carry cot and carefully tucked the blanket beneath Tilly’s chin in an instinctual bid to keep her sufficiently bundled in the neither warm nor cold weather. Her finger brushed ever so lightly over the rouged skin of her tiny, chubby cheeks as she lovingly admired the new-born for the briefest of seconds. With her heart bursting with love, she returned her gaze to the unusually busy pathway before her and continued to push the stroller along.

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Shattered // JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x Cameron!Reader

warnings: violence, angst

summary: in the midst of your sister's return, your emotions are exhausted and things only get worse when rafe causes you to chose between what's left of your family and jj

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Staring at the sight in front of you, it was very clear that the family you had come to know was shattering with every single second that passed. Your sister Sarah was seemingly back from the dead with your dad replacing her in the grave. Your friend group was on yet another treasure hunt that was going downhill very quickly. Usually in times of stress like this, you would turn to your brother in hopes that he could offer some guidance and reassurance. It became clear very quickly, however, that Rafe had become someone you no longer knew.

Once Sarah disappeared, you had clung to the unlikely soul of JJ Maybank. The two of you had argued for who knows how long, always butting heads and cursing each other out when there was alcohol involved. In a lapse of sanity, you and JJ connected in grief over the loss of siblings. John B was like a brother to him, and Sarah your sister, so the two of you distracted each other with sex, weed, and anything you could get your hands on. It was fine for a while, but taking out your emotions on each other got old very quickly and it definitely was spinning into something else.

You and JJ weren’t oblivious to the shift in your relationship. Even Pope and Kie were getting suspicious, but everyone was thrown into a loop when John B and Sarah returned. While JJ and the Pogues were celebrating, you had an emotional crash. You couldn’t keep up with the constant highs and lows and it wasn’t getting any easier with time. Separating yourself was the only option in this mess.

You hadn’t spoken to Sarah or JJ for days, instead hiding out in your room to process everything on your own. You were just frustrated from nothing being set in stone or real anymore. Everything kept changing and changing nonstop and it was getting so overwhelming.

Rafe had been shoving himself in your space more and more as you remained in the house. From what Wheezie had been telling you, things were getting worse and you were beginning to fear for your own safety, but also for your brother. Despite everything, Rafe was still your sibling. You would never forgive him for what he had done, and what he was still doing, but the two of you had been best friends growing up and it hurt your heart to see him this way.

While you were convinced Rafe had no idea what was going on with you, he somehow always seemed to figure it out either way. That led to the current issue you were facing. JJ had snuck into the house with the intention of talking things out with you. Unknown to him, Rafe had been waiting in the kitchen after spotting the Pogue trekking through the yard.

You had sprinted from your room at the sound of yelling from downstairs. Rounding the corner, you stopped dead in your tracks as you watched your brother punch JJ in the cheek hard enough that the blond tumbled to the floor.

“What the hell?” You shouted as you made eye-contact with Rafe. “What is going on?”

Rafe was seeing red. He couldn’t believe his sister, his level-headed sister, was fucking with a Pogue just like Sarah. He moved towards you faster than you expected, causing you to trip over your own feet as you scrambled back. You used to never fear your brother but with the way he was acting and your dad gone to keep him in check, you were beginning to doubt that he wouldn’t touch you.

“You’re fucking a Pogue?” He shouted as he motioned to where JJ was getting back on his feet. The air disappeared from your lungs swiftly once your brother made another motion towards you.

“Get the hell away from me,” You whispered as you stared at him with wide eyes. “What I do to cope is none of your damn business.”

Rafe shook his head, a terrifying grin spreading across his face. “No, no, you didn’t learn from losing Sarah? The fact that she’s dead because of a Pogue? You’ve got to be kidding me, Y/N! You’re smarter than this!”

“Do you think you’re any different?” You screamed right back. “You’re a murderer, Rafe! You killed people, do you understand that? You’re no better than Dad!”

JJ’s hand yanked on your wrist, pulling you backwards just as Rafe’s hand narrowly missed where you had been standing seconds before. You stared at your brother, tears burning your eyes as you realized he really was lost beyond control. Shaking your head, you bit your lip harshly at the idea of your broken family, shattered completely.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Rafe spat as he glared at you. “Don’t. Don’t look like everyone else does!”

“What, terrified? Disappointed? Like I’m staring at a stranger? Well guess what, Rafe, I am. I don’t know who you are, or what happened to you, but I can’t stick around to find out.”

Moving quickly, you kept a grip on JJ’s hand before tugging him up the stairs to your room. You could hear Rafe growl at your actions, no doubt split seconds behind you as you slammed the door shut and locked it.

Scrambling around your room, JJ watched with curious eyes as you shoved everything you could think of into a bag. Rafe’s fist collided with the worn wood of your door as he shouted for you to open it. You had never once thought you’d be leaving your childhood home in such a way, but you needed to go now before you never did.

Taking a deep breath, you threw the strap of your bag over your shoulder. JJ had been watching you carefully, ready for the inevitable breakdown that was sure to be brewing. You didn’t have time to care as you opened your balcony doors to the yard below. It wouldn’t be the first time you and JJ got out of your room this way.

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” JJ asked as he glanced around your terrorized room. You were out of breath, clearly stressed out and overwhelmed, and he took every bit of guilt that brewed from seeing you that way. He knew he was no help in trying to get you to talk about what happened.

JJ never expected you to give everything you’d known up for the way Rafe treated him. Of course, he knew you were undergoing a lot of stress, but he never wanted you to feel like you had to choose him in this situation. He didn’t even know where the two of you stood at the moment. Everything felt so sudden and heavy.

“Let’s get out of here. Please.” You ignored his question, knowing that the second you stopped with this plan you wouldn’t be able to follow through. JJ nodded and grabbed the bag from your shoulder before the two of you climbed down the rails of the balcony to the backyard. You moved carefully around the side of the house to where your car was parked in the driveway. As coordinated as possible, you both scrambled to the vehicle before pulling out as fast as possible. You let out a tense breath once Figure Eight began to disappear from view.

Silence consumed the car, mind your panicky breathing. JJ didn’t know what to do. In his defense, he wasn’t planning on you abandoning your house when he came to talk things out with you. Now, he wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to say.

You pulled up to the chateau before putting the car in park and leaning your forehead against the steering wheel. JJ’s heart broke for you. He himself was going through enough on his own, but he couldn’t imagine how you were handling everything with family members coming and going nonstop.

Your mind was spinning. So much had just happened in the last hour and now you had nothing. With your dad’s credit card, you’d easily be able to pay for somewhere to stay. You didn’t care as long as it got you the hell out of here. You couldn’t handle much more of this chaoticness.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

JJ’s voice broke you from your thoughts as you turned to look at him. “What?” You whispered as you blinked tears from your view. You never expected JJ to stick with you through this. You would never ask him to either. You were ready to disappear completely.

“If I asked you to stay here, with me… with us, would you?” JJ repeated. He doesn’t know what struck him to say it, but he meant every word. JJ had lost all regard for hookup culture when it came to you. The broken emotions both of you had encountered with the loss of John B and Sarah couldn’t be changed. You guys had shared moments that you would never have with anyone else.

“J…” You let out a breath at his question, your chest tight in anticipation. He didn’t wait for your answer, instead throwing the door open and practically running around to your side of the car to open your door. You stared at him, confused as he reached over to unbuckle your seatbelt and gently pull you from the car.

“Stay,” He whispered as he held your face in his hands. “Please. For me.”

The sob that had been stuck in your throat broke free as you crumbled in his grasp. JJ was ready, hell, he’d been ready since you blew up on everyone a week ago in shock. Arms wrapped tightly around your frame, JJ held you like his life depended on it.

“I’m just so lost,” You cried as you gripped his flannel tightly in your fingers. “I need something to be real, JJ. Nothing feels real anymore.”

“I’m right here,” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m gonna be right here for the rest of it too, because you’re my damn girl and I’m not about to let anything happen to you. We’re gonna get through it, Y/N. One step at a time.”

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a photograph in time

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summary: both indie and jj feel the overwhelming nerves as they eagerly await for their first ultrasound appointment. whilst, later that night, indie’s hormones are out in full swing once again as jj shows off his late-night shopping purchases.

warnings: swearing. vague mentions of sickness. vague mentions of blood. mentions of abuse. 

author’s note: possibly my favourite chapter of the later years series so far! please feel free to leave a comment or a reply giving feedback and thoughts, or come talk to me in my ask box! i love hearing what everybody thinks and i will literally not shut up talking about these two!

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Friends: “I’m sad today”

Me: *gives them love and talks with them and gives them everything they want and need*

Me: “I’m kinda sad today”

Friends: *left on read… again*

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Did I make an entire Pinterest board dedicated to Rudy and some of Drew…

Yes… yes I did and it does have over 300 pins on it

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sailing close to the wind

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summary: he couldn’t resist her. she couldn’t resist him. one temptation-filled moment later and the downstairs neighbours have no choice but to file a noise complaint. what’s a little sexual frustration between best friends, anyway?

warnings: little bit of angst. swearing. alcohol consumption. sexual content. dirty talk. unprotected sex. rough sex (kind of).

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