#JJ Maybank x male reader

[starboye]

parings: yard worker!jj maybank x male reader

warnings: smut, slight breeding kink, and that's it

words: 455

"do you really think we should be doing this" jj asks peering out the window "you're really asking me that right now as you're in my guts" you say holding onto the head board for support "I mean what if your parents come home and see their sweet boy getting plowed by the lawn boy" jj asks pulling back the curtain to check outside.

jj was supposed to be doing the regular lawn stuff like mowing the lawn, picking the flowers, and cleaning the yard but how could you resist inviting the sweaty hot man into your home for a drink but that drink turned into a kiss which ended up with you below him and taking his cock.

"just focus on fucking me please" you moan lightly turning jj's head to look at you "if I get caught I'm so gonna get you" jj growls "have me all you want" you whimper "wow you like this a lot" he says towering over you, his necklace dangling over you with every thrust.

"shit you're so tight, you sure you're not a virgin" jj sas through strained teeth "well only other guy I've fucked is rafe cameron" you admit through a whimper "well then I guess he didn't do a good job" jj chuckles.

"shut up douche bag" you say lightly hitting his chest "just tell me, am I doing better than him" jj asks grinning "I don't know maybe put in more work and I can tell" you cockily say "well then tell me how this feels" jj says before slamming into harshly before repeating this pace over and over.

"f- fuck" you brokenly moan cumming all over your chest "oh my god did you just cum untouched" jj says in disbelief as his mouth is left agape "shut up and keep going" you whine "yes sir" jj obliges wrapping his hands around your thighs and fucking into you hardly.

"you're so tight im gonna cum" jj groans through strained teeth "please cum in me jj" you moan holding onto the bed sheets tightly "coming right up" jj groans as he spills his cum in you "fuck that looks like enough to give you a baby" jj admires rubbing up and down your body, you too dazed to say anything.

you both hear the sound of keys jingling in the door and hurriedly put on your clothes before sprinting to the living room "and whats going on here" your parents ask "nothing just getting our favorite lawn boy some water" you say with a forced smile jj also doing the same "then why are you both so sweaty" they ask "oh we were just doing some work of our own" jj smirks looking at you.

[supercap2319]

"You're not serious, JJ." John B said.

"I'm as serious as a girl on her period without a tampon." JJ grins.

"Come on, man. It's me. You really gonna invite a Kook to hang out with the Pogues?" He knew that JJ was reckless and did some pretty crazy shit, but John B never expected he would cross enemy lines. The Kooks were their enemies, and JJ was hooking up with one?

"What? He's a cool Kook. I really like him, John B." JJ said.

"Dude. You say that about every girl you sleep with, and since when are you into guys?" John B knitted his eyebrows together.

"Since I saw Y/N. He's a cool dude, and I know you'd like him. Trust me. I'm your best friend."

[bumblesimagines]

wanna bang? i mean hang. i mean... both.

we could hang out outside of this arrangement, you know.

JJ Maybank

wanna bang? i mean hang. i mean... both.

we could hang out outside of this arrangement, you know.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

No matter how much you tried focusing on the textbook and laptop on your desk, the rocks hitting your window continuously made you worry the Pogue would eventually find a rock large enough to break the glass. You hadn't even needed to look out the window to know it was him. All your friends rang the doorbell whenever they dropped by or texted you to let you know they needed you. The blonde, however... Well, he'd never been properly invited to your house. 

"Alright, alright," You sighed, putting the cap back on the highlighter and getting up. You pulled back the curtain and stared down at the Pogue who'd been gearing up to throw another small rock. He perked up at the sight of you, letting it slip between his fingers before he walked toward the wall. You arched a brow and sighed again, sliding the window open and watching him begin to climb the gutter. "If you break that-"

"Chill, I won't! Thing's pretty sturdy." JJ called up to you, tapping the side of it for good measure. Thankfully, your parents had gone off for dinner at a friend's place, otherwise, it'd be difficult to explain why the Maybank boy was scaling the wall. JJ shot you a grin upon reaching your window, reaching out to grab it and haul himself inside. He grunted, half his body making it inside before he wiggled the rest in and fell onto the carpet with a soft thump. "Hey." He greeted casually.

"What are you doing, J?"

"Catchin' my breath-"

"What are you doing on Figure Eight, I mean? Not safe for a Pogue to be alone here, J." You reminded him, reaching down and helping him get back onto his feet. He kicked off his boots, leaving them by the window, and walked further into your bedroom, looking over the posters on your walls. 

"Thought I'd swing by, see how you're doing. Wanna bang? I mean hang. I mean... both." You lifted your brows at him and snorted quietly under your breath, stepping forward and cupping his face. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his and feeling him melt immediately. His strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer against him, his legs backing up until the back of his knees met the edge of your bed. "I mean- we can bang first and hang later-" He muttered against your lips, his own trailing across your cheek to latch onto your neck.

"J," You lifted your shoulder, forcing his head back and nearly knocking the backward cap off his head. He readjusted it with a pout. "Remember what I said-"

"'We can't let the others know 'cause it'll cause drama', yeah, yeah, I remember. But we could hang out outside of this arrangement, you know. Maybe not in public but-" Your hand slipped around to the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss and cutting off his sentence. A perfectly effective way of distracting him, you'd come to learn. 

"If we hang out too much, we might get... attached, and if I remember correctly, you said you'd never get caught catching feelings for a Kook, right?"

"Right..."

"We can hang out today, alright?" You pecked his cheek to erase the frown from his face. "But from now on, if you want to see me, text me."

[untilwedont]

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✦ m!reader or gn!reader only!

✦ no weird kinks: piss kink, scat, etc.

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fluff - ^

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★ Peter Parker

★ Better Luck Next Time * (REMAKE)*

★ Late Night Drive ^

★ Broken Ending *

★ Loved You Then, Loved You Now. *

★ Never Forget About Me *

★ Deja Vu (1) (2) (3) ***

★ More Nights Like This +

★ First Time For Everything +

★ Happy For You *

★ Just A Hug *^

★ Vinnie Hacker

★ Baking Gone Wrong +

★ A Sentence I Regret *^

★ LiveStream Fun +

★ Happier Than Ever *

★ Hidden (1)(2)+^

★ Consequences +

★ Better Off W/O You *

★ My True Valentine *^

★ Lay With Me +

★ Jealous Boy *^

★ EMO +

★ A Birthday Special +

★ Josh Richards

★ Pool Sex +

★ Noah Beck

★ Time Will Pass By Quicker +

★ Steve Harrington

★ Never Forget Me *

★ The Boy From Scoops Ahoy

★ Tommy Slater

★ Can’t Stop Myself **

★ Jaden Hossler

★ Such A Tease *

★ JJ Maybank

★ Morning Kisses ^

★ Passionate About You +

★ Reassurance ^

★ My High ^

★ Thigh Rider +

★ Hidden ^

★ Aren’t I The Greatest? *

★ Jason Carver

★ Naughty Boy +

★ Nick Sturniolo

★ Picnic Day ^

★ Jacob Day

★ In Your Clothes +

★ LoveStruck +

★ Jealous +

★ Nathan Drake

★ Trust My Gut *

★ Ryohei Arisu

★ Live For Me *

★ Rafe Cameron

★ Hate You *

★ Rough +

★ We Can't Be Friends *

★ Angry Love Confession ^

★ Ethan Landry

★ A Gutting Feeling (1)(2)** (REMAKE OF 2)*

★ Still A Virgin? +

★ A Certain Someone ^

★ Sleep Well Dear ^

★ I'm All Ears ^

★ I Promise I Love You *^

★ A Part Of Me Died *

★ Think You Can Handle One (Then Try Two) +

★ Heart To Heart *

★ Under The Mistletoe ^

★ Chad Meeks

★ Tell Me, Baby *^

★ Think You Can Handle One (Then Try Two) +

★ Jacob Custos

★ I'll Hold You *^

★ Leon Kennedy

★ Whisper In My Ear +

★ Leon HeadCannons ^

★ Colby Brock

★ Paranormal Love ^

★ Light Shower ^

★ Huening Kai

★ Backstage +

ANDD MORE TO COME! (Hopefully I stay consistent with updating this one)

[devilsjacket]

They’re looking at my cock btw

[thewriterg]

𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

pairing(s); jj maybank x male!reader,

summary; from chasing gold, running from authority, and having having more near death experiences than you should at your age you and jj was as thick as thieves it was unfortunate that he couldn’t quite fully commit to you or his true current self —kinktober day; 25—

word count; 800+

warning(s); smut, kisses, hickeys, angst, homophobe luke maybank, hoping for the impossible, you both are 18 🤸🏾‍♀️, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @fdastory & @sarahmichellesgellar— I missed a day so two fics today because I’m quite literally getting over a concussion 💀 (GIFs do not determine race of r)

It was sacred to say the least, but that’s what it should’ve been. It’s what it was at the end of the day How could you be explain JJ Maybank to someone who’d never faced him before in less than three words it was simple; loyal, curious, and the love of your life

until he wasn’t

The blondes on top of you prepping kisses down your neck occasionally leaving a bruise that would darken by the morning time when the sun came up allowing the bloomed ladybugs and butterflies in your stomach time to rest from their continuous flying and fluttering, to give your lively heart a break from its abnormal accelerating while it beats against your ribs in your chest it’s gonna beat out, it’s gonna rip out your skin and jump into his hands while he will stares down at it and you wait to see if he’ll engulf it into him accept it as a part of him, or if he would drop it in disgust.

“You’re so pretty baby… such a pretty boy, my pretty boy” JJ whispers while you’re groaning at the phrase the sound of your pleasure going straight down to his cock that was buried into you the own head of your length red and angry looking leaking pre cum from your slit your warm walls are wrapped around him mixed cum rimmed around both of your stretched holes a reminder how you absolutely rocked his shit fucked him like you hated his guts until the very end until it was his turn to bring you back down to earth with his slow and deep thrust that edged the tip of your prostate

“F-fuck, don’t talk like that or I’m g’nna cum” You were panting out of breath like a dog in heat and the pale skinned boy could feel your erection lying flat against his stomach while he was atop of your figure when he felt the flat of your palms pressed against him fondling his ass in your hold mirroring your wolf like grin stomach dropping before picking up again until you begin to feel your chords chip off piece by piece indicating you were close and you could tell the blonde was too by his sudden needs to be vocal while his hip stuttered there rut into you causing you to move your fingers up the bottom half of his lower body those blue eyes that reflected the Ocean nowhere to be seen while he tucked his face in your neck hiding in your warmth needy voices that demanded your attention traveling right up to your ear drum while you took control of the blondes hips grinding him against yourself goosebumps the sizes of dimes appearing on your skin until you felt hot ropes shooting up into you and with a clenched of your hole your cum covered the blondes stomach

You both sat there panting making no mover to get up anytime soon you press a kiss to JJs grown out mane stray pieces of hair sticking to his sleek covered forehead while he didn’t same to you neck occasionally running his teeth over your pulse point making you shiver while his cock was plunged into you locking in his cum that had yet to spill from your depth basking in the peaceful comforting silence until you heard the front door swing open and JJ felt how you tensed under him and he moved barely an inch to lie his head on your chest it made you deflate just a little yet it was enough for him

“JJ!” The rough voice of his father carried through the house and he squeezed his eyes shut before yelling back a sound of acknowledgement the drunk mumbling about his footsteps rummaging around the house until they stopped abruptly probably when he crashed on the couch you try not to smile at him overcoming it by not hiding you going to kiss his pink plump lips but of course, a second spoke too soon.

“We can’t” He grumbled getting up from his position on top of you to sit beside you and you sat up suit your arms resting on your knees as you sight turned gaze fixed to him

“Why not?” It was a true, honest, question you had why couldn’t you kiss outside of having sex why could he tell Luke to go fuck himself on anything other he had negative to say or tried to put input on a decision in his life yet went hush puppy when it came to you it made you sick as you watched those piercing electric orbs stare into you

“I wish you were a girl”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify

Took me like 3 years to fully commit and stop being a pussy to writing a male reader

[lucerothings1]

JJ maybank x male reader smut

Warnings: gay sex, top jj, bottom reader, oral, cowboy and missionary,ass eating.

Summary: you and jj sneak out of school for some alone time.

“Hey babe babe” you heard your boyfriend JJ whisper from aside you as you where both in class taking a test “What” you whispered back to him “I’m soooo horny can we please get out of here” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“We can’t” you told him “Okay look we can just follow my lead” “What” “Um teacher can I please go to the nurse my head is pounding” jj said with his hand in the air “Really JJ fine you can go” the teacher said rolling his eyes “Okay come on” JJ said getting a hold of your hand “Um where do you think your going mister” “Um he’s my boyfriend I need support through all this you know” JJ responded holding his head in his hand.

“No I don’t thi” “Run go go go” JJ yelled at you as he pulled your hand and you both bolted out of the class room as the teacher didn’t follow ether of you not really caring.

“Come on baby” JJ said as you both ran through the school halls and bolted out the front door of the school as you both went inside your car. “Okay so where do you want to go” “Um your house are your parents home” “No there not” you responded as you drove off to your house as you palmed JJ though his shorts on the drive.

“Oh fuck baby thank god where here now” JJ said as you both jumped out the car and you pulled out your keys as you opened the door and closed the door shut and before you knew it JJ had pushed you to the wall and locking your lips together.

As you both walked to your room and shut your door as jj pushed you on to your bed and you continued to make out he soon started kissing down your neck leaving love marks on you.

“Oh fuck baby your so hot” he said to you as he started to strip himself of his clothes and you of yours now that you where both completely naked he pushed you once again on the bed as he lifted up your legs giving him sight to what he was truly after.

“Ah fuck baby you sweet little ass all for me” he said as he got on his knees as he pulled you to the edge of the bed “AH-fuck” you moaned as JJ slapped your ass causing him to smile and his eyes brighten up as he saw your ass jiggle thanks to him.

“What are you waiting for big boy” you told him as he was biting and licking his lips look mesmerized by the site in front of him as he started by licking your entrance as he continued by sucking at your eager hole as he soon started to fuck you with his tongue.

“Oh fuck baby you taste so good for me” he said praising you and going back to his work as you pushed his face deeper as you felt JJ become more feral on your ass even giving you a bite on your cheeks as he got up.

“What why did you stop” you whined missing the sensation of his tongue working on you “Well I want you to suck my cock” he said plain out and simple as he laid on the bed awaiting your mouth as you smirked at him and crawled to him as he lowered your mouth on his lengths fiery red tip as you looked up to a eyes closed and lower lip bitting JJ you so loved to see.

“Oh fuck baby please I need your hot mouth” he said to you as you nearly swallowed half of him since he was 10 inches long you had actually never even thought of him to be that long your first time but like always he was full of surprises and his big cock was just a bonus for you from him.

As you continued to suck him off and wrapping your hand on the rest of him you couldn’t fit in. “Oh fuck stop” he said to you taking you off of him “Your amazing but I don’t want the fun to end just yet baby” he said to you smirking as he pulled you up making you sit on his lap as he teased you with his erection by slapping it on to your ass.

“Okay baby ready” “For you always big boy” you said back as he got ahold of his cock aligning it to your hole as he got ahold of your waist pushing you down on him “Oh fuck baby your so tight and your ass is just sucking me in” he said scrunching up his face in pleasure as he was now half way in.

“Ah-oh don’t stop J keep going” you moaned out to him as you also started to sink yourself onto him as he was fully now in. “Oh fuck J” you moaned in pleasure as you started to rock your hips “Oh fuck baby yes ride me ride my fucking cock baby” he moaned in pleasure as he rolled his eyes.

“Huh-oh fuck yeah baby yeah take my cock” JJ said as he got a hold of your waist and begun to fuck you on his cock causing you to become a moaning mess not being able to form words.

Ah-yeah baby you like that you like when daddy’s rough with you” he said as he now put his hands on your thighs and pushed you on to your back as he was still inside you. “Oh fuck me J yeah give me your cock” you moaned as you lifted up your legs as JJ got ahold of them both keeping them lifted up as he distorted your ass.

“Oh fuck J I’m close” you yelled as he continued to fuck “Yeah baby okay cum for me cum for my big cock” he said heavily as he begun stroking your cock while also slamming into your prostate sending you over the edge as you moaned loudly as you cumed on your stomach as you also felt JJ’s pace getting more sloppy meaning he was close to now.

Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cumm” he yelled as he erupted inside you as you felt his cock pulse and fill you up to the brim completely as he collapsed on top of you “oh fuck thank you baby” JJ said to you kissing you as he was about to pull out “Mm don’t not yet” you said stopping him from pulling out “ What why” “Give me a minute” you said as you reached for a plug on your side drawer “Huh so that why” “Yes I want your load to stay in me” “Well we don’t need that then” he said throwing it across the room “Where just gonna stay like this” he said smiling at you “ really with your cock in may ass” yeah look on the brute side if we go again I’m already inside and little buddy gets to stay warm in there” “Oh trust me J there’s nothing small about your buddy” you said as you both stayed cuddling with one another as JJ stayed inside you.

[yourmomxx]

[the art of making a house a home]

JJ Maybank x male!reader (no pronouns)

or: most people in jj’s life tend to leave him behind in some way - not you though. never you.

warnings: (mentions of) child abuse, wounds, angst, jj doesn’t know what home is, smoking, weed, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.4k

a/n: I really like writing those kind of imagines, so I’ll probably do more of them in the future! but for now, have this angsty piece of literature

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JJ took a big step out of the shower. He grabbed one of the towels hanging on the heater and wrapped it around his hips, the fabric feeling comfortably warm against his bare skin.

Opposite him hung a huge mirrored cabinet. The hot water had formed droplets of condensation on the surface, now hiding them behind a thin layer of bright mist.

In fact, this mist actually lingered throughout the bathroom.

Your bathroom, JJ suddenly thought. Your bathroom, your towel, your mirror. Your shower, your heater, your sink.

But somehow it might as well be his, or both of yours, as often as he found shelter and sanctuary with you, when he couldn't bear to be at home again.

Home. JJ involuntarily grimaced. Was that what it was? Were his father – Luke? - and the shabby house where they lived and where so many terrible things had happened to him, his home?

Not really.

He found the idea of ​​the small apartment with the bright seat cushions on the couch and the light-colored curtains, an apartment where you would wait for him, where he could wake up next to you every morning, much more inviting. Much more homely.

He wiped the mirror once with the palm of his hand, clearing a condensation-free spot on the smooth surface.

Sometimes he wished it would be just as easy in his head.

Simply raise his hand and wipe away the wafts of fog with one movement, being finally able to see clearly again. Or at least a little clearer, when he took a closer look at the blurred area.

He supported himself with the heels of his hands on the bathroom sink that was fixed under the mirrored cabinet and looked at himself in the free surface with watchful eyes.

Thin strands of blond hair stood up from his head and hung over his face. The otherwise light-blonde surfer mane had taken on a dark color from the shower water. A few small drops of water still fell from some ends, landed cold on his bare upper body and left an irregular trail of water there.

Despite the blurred water vapor, JJ could clearly make out his figure and the individual moves.

Involuntarily his gaze wandered over his upper body. There was a yellowish discoloration where the towel ended and his defined abs began.

He gently ran his finger over it. Unlike a few days ago, that slight contact with the bruise no longer hurt. The swelling had gone down too, he noted with satisfaction.

Irregular, he could see circular, white scars that split on his forearms. Remnants of burns from cigarette butts to be extinguished.

He caught his gaze in the mirror. Blue-grey eyes stared back at him. They seemed lifeless to him, with the dark circles underneath and the heavy lids that suggested he hadn't had a comfortable night's sleep in days.

Which wasn't even necessarily wrong.

He rubbed his eyes with one hand. Now, when the adrenaline subsided, he felt exhaustion settling in his limbs.

As if automatically, his fingers wandered a little higher on his forehead, just below the hairline. He felt a slight bump in the tanned skin under his fingertips. He lifted his hair out of his face.

The scar wasn't big, probably less than an inch. It was almost directly parallel to his hairline and was therefore mostly hidden by the blond mane that fell over his forehead.

And yet sometimes he felt like it was yelling at him when he looked in the mirror.

The thin white line seemed to mock him. Again and again he found himself struggling to fix his hair at all times so that no one could see it, and only take off his caps with his head bowed when he did so.

It was a too constant reminder of the night his father - Luke? – came home drunk once again and hadn’t been satisfied with the meal his (eleven-year-old) son had cooked.

He had pushed him against the edge of a table that evening.

JJ told the doctors at the hospital that he had tripped over a fold in the carpet and injured himself on the table that way. The doctors bought it from him.

It would have been so easy for JJ to just tell them the truth. Screaming at the nurse, begging on his knees, how awful his father was to him, for someone to set him free.

But he hadn't. Luke hadn't even been to the hospital at the time.

Anger overwhelmed him. He banged his fist on the edge of the sink impulsively. Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

Shit Luke Maybank, shit American health care, shit doctors who should have checked further, and shit little eleven-year-old-JJ who didn't have the guts even then to stand up to his shit father.

He clenched his jaw as he felt a sting behind his eyes. No, he wouldn't cry, not now, not at all anymore. He had brought this on himself, he, and his damned cowardice.

JJ pressed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes. Something to counteract the headache that was coming.

He flinched when the bathroom door opened and caught his breath when he saw you standing there.

"Is everything okay? I heard-" You cut yourself off mid-sentence. JJ tensed when he saw where your eyes were going.

"Shit, JJ," you managed to ground out. He avoided looking at you.

He hated it - when you saw him like that, so wounded and vulnerable, and when your voice took on a pained tone and your sentences started with Shit, JJ.

JJ didn't look up. Skillfully, he just pretended that there was nothing there that seemed worth your attention and kept his gaze fixed on his arm. Just his skin, and the muscles beneath it.

He efficiently ignored how your gaze roamed his back, which had probably already formed red welts and bruises - consequences of the anger of Luke Maybank - his father? - and the one reason why he was standing in your bathroom right now and not lying somewhere in his bed.

There was a thump as you put the first aid kit down next to him.

He frowned at himself as he realized he hadn't even noticed you left the bathroom. Had he been too caught up in his head, had the mist blocked his view too much for him to notice?

You gestured for him to sit down and he complied. He was too tired to argue anyway.

JJ vaguely noticed you take a seat behind him on the bathroom floor and moments later he felt your fingers gently trace his back. He could only imagine what he looked like. Swollen welts and probably even little wounds, maybe crusted blood? He felt sick.

JJ fell into his thoughts. Into the deep nothing. From time to time he almost shied away from your fingers and the cold ointment, but caught himself again immediately.

You sat in silence. You hadn't said anything since discovering his wounds, and JJ himself found the thought of straining his vocal cords far too tedious.

The blond boy caught a glimpse of the mirror out of the corner of his eye, recognizing you.

Your facial features were concentrated on working on his wounds, but your eyes reflected the deep concern in them. JJ loathed that. Hated that you cared for him, cared for him when he didn't deserve it.

For a brief moment, nothing happened, then JJ felt your upper body cautiously leaning closer to his, and you placed a feather-light but honest kiss on his shoulder from behind.

JJ almost winced at the touch, tensing at the softness that lay within it. So gentle, in a way he wasn't used to even after a few months in a relationship with you.

You didn't blame him, you never had. You knew what was going on at JJ's house and why he showed up at your door pretty much every day, head hanging, muscles hurting and mind aching.

There were better days too, when he was almost glued to you, taking your hand, snuggling up to you every moment he could get his hands on.

But of course there were worse ones, like today, for example. Then he didn't talk much if at all, carrying on conversations more in his head than out loud.

But then you always gave him his space without ever leaving him completely lonely. And he was grateful to you for that.

“Come on, big guy. ‘S time we get you in bed." Your voice was hoarse next to his ear, yet so soft and warm he wanted to sink into it. He stood up slowly and you lifted your chin from his shoulder.

Obediently he trotted - or rather dragged himself - towards your bedroom (both of yours?). You just followed him without a word.

JJ liked your bedroom. The king size bed was placed in the middle of a medium sized room. A tall wardrobe stood against one wall and a door led to another room, the bathroom.

On the opposite wall, two curtained windows offered an almost perfect view of the open sea.

Over the months, JJ had found that knowing the ocean so close to him whenever he stayed at your place was immensely comforting, and how the sound of the crashing waves breaking on the beach lulled him to sleep.

You never told him how you didn't really like the salty cold of the sea air and only ever left the window open for your boyfriend.

Without a word, you handed JJ a hoodie – burgundy, no print. With slow movements he slipped the garment over himself, the soft fabric nestled comfortably against his tingling skin. He took fresh boxershorts from a drawer.

JJ took a deep breath. Your scent enveloped him. Coconut palms, perfume and cedar wood.

No cigarettes.

This had to be the sweater you never allowed yourself to smoke in, then. It was a - for him strange - habit of yours. You smoked regularly, and yet there were some areas, or items of clothing, where you absolutely forbade yourself and others to smoke.

How many times had you sent him into the kitchen so the stench of smoke wouldn't eat into your bedroom walls? Or on the terrace so that the kitchen would be able to "breathe" again?

JJ grinned to himself.

He glanced out the window where he could vaguely make out the light sand of the beach and the blue-pink sky as the sun slowly set behind.

He shuffled his way to your bed, where you were already waiting for him, lying on your back and one arm stretched out for him. JJ dropped ungracefully next to you.

He rested the back of his head on your shoulder, felt your body beneath him and stared at the white ceiling, lost in thought.

JJ also liked your bed.

He found it comfortable, with the wide mattress, which even springs back a little when you adjust to it, and that wasn’t saggy, as if Charlemagne had slept in it himself.

A not sagging mattress, JJ thought. Not worn out like at his place... at home? Inwardly he shook his head. Somehow, it still didn't feel right.

“Hey, JJ?” He suddenly heard you say. Your voice was quiet, maybe to not startle him.

“Mmm?” JJ hummed.

“Say something next time.”

JJ felt his stomach drop. He had known. He had known you were angry with him. That you were fed up with how he always came to you to cry to you about his tearful stories, how you always had to take care of him. JJ tensed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

This would be it. You would tell him to stop being whiny and dramatic, to suck it up and behave like a man.

His hand cranked into the fabric of your shirt.

“Hey,” you softly said. “Hey, JJ!” Abruptly, you sat up and took his head into your hands. JJ hadn’t even realized that he was shaking up until now.

He avoided your gaze.

“Hey JJ, look at me.” Your tone was commanding yet gentle and JJ found himself doing exactly what you asked of him. Stupid welling tears that made his vision blurry.

“JJ, it’s alright,” you calmed him down. Your thumb was softly stroking his cheek. You noticed his breathing even out.

“JJ, I’m here for you,” you said, “But you’ve gotta talk to me. I want to help you but I can’t do that if you keep this from me. Do you hear me?”

For a second, JJ was confused. So you weren’t angry with him, or yelling, you were actually just … worried. Really simply only worried, for him.

He felt his head grow dizzy at the thought.

“J,” you repeated. “I want you to tell me you understand.” A bit of the fog in JJ’s mind cleared, as he looked into your eyes. Then, he slowly nodded.

A small smile started tugging at the corners of your lips. “Good. Now, come on.”

You used your thumb to wipe a loose tear off of JJ’s cheek, and laid down onto the bed again. JJ went back to his former position with his back laid on your side and his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

He was still processing this entire situation.

Well, of course, rationally speaking, there was no chance you would’ve gotten mad at him over this. After all, the bruises weren’t his fault, he had learned that by now.

But a single drop of doubt always managed to mix into his already uneasy mind, and had the habit of turning soft waves into torrential floods over just the right amount of time.

The hiss of a lighter snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned his neck towards you and could see you holding the orange flame to the end of a hand-rolled blunt.

JJ watched as your cheeks drew in with the hit and you took the joint back from your lips. The smoke that followed didn't bother him the slightest.

Then you held the smoldering joint in front of him. JJ frowned and looked up at you.

"The hoodie?" he asked confused. You just shrugged.

"Can be washed," was your short answer. A faint smile formed on JJ's lips and he snuggled a little closer to you, if that was even possible.

The tips of his hair tickled the base of your throat as you watched him take a deep drag on the joint. His cheeks hollowed out, and after a brief moment, holding the smoke in his lungs, he puffed it out in the air toward the window. Like that would make a difference, but you appreciated the thought.

You took the blunt out of his hand and, with some difficulty, stretched to put it out in the ashtray. You would check later whether it could still be used afterwards.

You turned your full attention back to JJ, who by now had rolled onto his side and was snuggled into your side like a little boy, his arm wrapped around your waist.

He buried his face in your tank top and relaxedly closed his eyes.

The sounds of the rushing sea came through the half-open window, the wind seemed to be stronger out on the sea. Here and there a few squabbling seagulls could be heard screeching to each other.

You carefully lifted the arm JJ was draped on and slowly brought it near the back of his head. Carefully and slowly you tangled your fingers in his blond locks and began massaging his scalp.

JJ made a sound, that could be close described to a purr and you dared to apply a little more pressure.

At your feet lay the duvet, crumpled at the end of the bed.

The summer night wasn't necessarily hot, but after all, JJ was wearing your hoodie and you had your boyfriend's body heat to keep you warm.

The blond boy moved his hand, which was on your hip, and slipped it under a fold of your tank top. He placed his hand at your side, just above the waistband of your pants. Automatically his thumb began to draw gentle circles on your skin.

He felt you breathe beneath him. His ear could dully hear the slow beating of your heart.

JJ's breathing also became shallower and more regular. He felt exhaustion catch up with him and sleep drew him to it with open arms.

On the edge of his consciousness he noticed how you pressed a gentle kiss on his hairline.

JJ sighed in content. And this, JJ thought, just before he finally fell asleep, is what home feels like.

@miofrommars

[whyareyouhere66]

JJ Maybank x Male Reader - Safe With Me

JJ Maybank x Male !kook! Reader

Request [shortened, it was very in depth and I don’t want to spoil too much] : “male reader is a popular kook…and best friends with Sarah and Kie…and he has a rough family they are super rich but his dad doesn't like him to being gay…also JJ and the reader act like a couple and they like each other but don’t realize it cause they like what they got…[main event you’ll have to read]…then they make it official.”

CW: hurt/comfort, homophobia/homophobic family, the slightest mentions of drinking, kinda cheesy towards the end, y/n’s dad sucks

x

Love;

[noun]

An intense feeling of deep affection

“Y’think we can make a quick pit stop before we go and do, well, whatever this is?”

The voice woke Y/n up before the sun even could, though his eyes were still close to shutting. It was Pope’s voice, of course- his sarcasm leaking through his words.

On the couch, Y/n had one arm stretched out next to his face to act as a pillow, shielding his eyes from the early morning sun just enough for him to not be blinded. 

A few feet behind the couch, Pope walked over to the small round table where John B sat with Sarah. Papers were scattered across the wooden surface, the girl’s feet propped up on the edge. 

“Eh, sure why not- hey, pass me a beer, will you?” John B said, nodding towards the fridge behind Pope’s chair. 

“It’s 7 in the morning.”

“Oh c’mon, never too early to get a little drink.”

Pope rolled his eyes, but sure enough got up again to open the fridge.

The sound of a can being tossed, and the rattle of the fridge door closing made Y/n groan. He just wanted to sleep, he was comfortable on the lumpy couch with JJ’s warmth beside him. 

The night before they’d fallen asleep side by side, nothing new for either of them. JJ’s head was settled just below Y/n’s arm-pillow, just slightly pressed against his chest while their legs overlapped. When the sound continued on, his friends still talking across the room, he shifted in his spot and let his free arm fall on JJ’s shoulders.

Y/n would’ve smiled at the sight of the blonde settled so close to him, but the voices that rang out behind him were so loud. 

He just wanted to go back to sleep-

“Aw, did we interrupt your sleep?” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed.

 ‘Wonderful’

Sarah was grinning at him, seeing how his face had changed. 

“Let’s go, up and at ‘em.” John B joined right in, drumming on the table just loud enough to force Y/n’s eyes open, and stir JJ just a bit.

It was then when the sun finally hit him, groaning again and rubbing his eyes. “You guys are so loud.” Y/n complained, lifting his head and looking around the room. 

Kiara lay sprawled out on the arm chair across from the couch, rubbing her eyes and glaring at Pope and John B. “Seriously guys? This early?” She asked  sleepily, falling against the chair again. 

It was clear the other 3 couldn’t care less, Pope ignoring the sleeping teens while John b and Sarah were getting up from the table to bug them some more. 

The blonde girl walked to the chair, standing over Kie and grinning widely. Back at the couch, John B walked past the half asleep pair, drummed against their legs once, before looping around back to the kitchen.

The slaps to their calves caused both Y/n and JJ to jerk, the latter doing so more loudly as he was only then waking up. 

“What the fuck dude.” he grumbled, shoving his face back against the couch while Y/n rolled over onto his back. 

At that point, all 6 of them were awake- whether it be willingly or not. It was simply a part of the Chateau’s morning routine, something you sign up for when falling asleep at John B’s. The alarm would be just as obnoxious as the host. 

Y/n pressed the heel of his free hand into his eyes, hiding them from the sun. The other arm was still stuck under JJ’s neck. “What time is it?” He asked, to which Pope responded.

“7:32.”

 Y/n groaned. 

“Shit,” he mumbled, clumsily sitting up from his spot on the couch. 

“Pops’ll be mad?” JJ sighed sarcastically, and watched Y/n’s figure as the boy stumbled off the couch to grab his shoes. 

“Don’t leave me man-“ he gasped out dramatically, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile. Reaching over the couch, he ruffled the blonde hair on JJ’s head.

“Oh, this is heartbreaking.” Kie faked a frown and put a hand over her heart.

 The two boys had always been close, everyone knew that. They each cared for each other in a way that neither could truly describe, any words used felt wrong, or perhaps too soon for them to say. 

So they didn’t try the words, they stuck to their bond even if it got them the “idiot-boyfriends-who-aren’t-even-boyfriends” label in the group.

Y/n himself felt the smile growing, opening the door that lead out to the porch.

“Bye, JJ” he called jokingly, getting a “bye Y/n” right back, the words holding the same tone that his had. 

It wasn’t until he was entirely out of the house that he let his mind wander, only having 10 minutes time before his car would reach his drive way- where the smile he wore would disappear. 

****

Greed; 

[noun]

Intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power, or food.

A day had passed since Y/n unfortunately had to leave the Chateau early, and it wouldn’t be long before he was back in the car with his closest friends, with JJ.

The h/c teen sat on his scratchy, leather couch- it’s black color popping out against the light walls. 

He sat there, leaned against the armrest scrolling through his phone as he waited for the Pogues to come and pick up him and Sarah. Across the room, his father- D/n L/n sat at the dining room table.

The man’s face was very stern, lips formed into a  thin line as he stared holes into his computer screen. A few papers were in a pile, his hand resting on top - the focus leaking from his eyes leaving no breathing room, no space for him or Y/n to talk. 

The latter looked up from his phone, glancing at the stairs where Sarah left for the bathroom 5-ish minutes ago. The sooner she came down, the sooner he’d have an excuse to leave the room. 

Slowly, he let his gaze wander. 

It shifted from the long staircase, over the walls until it was set on the man at the table. His eyes narrowed.

Greed and love. 

It was a relationship never fit to work, though it can still find itself intertwined into bloodline. Two opposing forces sitting on the same branch of the family tree, living in the same house. One on the couch, one at the table. 

Y/n always preferred to differentiate himself from greed.

Being born a Kook, he accepted his privilege. But he saw what greed looked like, he lived with it. And he knew, from the nasty snarl worn on his father’s skin, that it was something he never wanted to be.

The boy stared at his father until the edges of his vision began to dance. So, he looked away, eyes going back to his phone screen. He didn’t want to think about it anymore than he had to. 

The time read 12:09, him and Sarah were to get picked up at 12:15. Y/n stood up, tucking his phone into his pocket so while Sarah took her time upstairs, he could at least get some of the stuff he needed. 

Starting with his keys, he grabbed them from the coffee table and stuck them into his pocket. He moved towards the fridge next- but the noise that had come from his key chain caught his fathers attention. 

“Going somewhere?” D/n asked, just as Y/n had opened the fridge door. 

“…yeah.” The h/c looked straight forward, the blue-ish light flooding his face as he grabbed a water bottle. 

“And where would that be?” 

Y/n’s father hadn’t looked away from his work, though Y/n couldn’t tell either way as he was staring straight into the fridges’s shelves.

“Just out, nothing special.”

He  eventually had to draw away from the fridge where he’d been hiding. The silver door closed after him, and Y/n turned to see his father looking right at him. 

“Just you and Sarah?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow and resting his elbow on the back of his chair. 

Y/n’s face faltered. He knew who his father was referencing, what he was getting at. 

“No” he thought, saying it in his head over and over until maybe, he could say it out loud.

“Doesn’t matter.”

…or not. 

Admittedly, he didn’t want his father to know. He selfishly wanted his friends to be his own thing- because when his father even caught sight of them, it would become a disruption. 

D/n had the belief that Kooks and Pogues shouldn’t interact unless absolutely necessary- he was just “too good” for them, after all. He worked so life ran on his own personal railroad, and Y/n’s friends were nothing but roadblocks. 

“Oh, but I think it does.” D/n narrowed his eyes at his son, who looked away with his head tilted towards the floor. Y/n fidgeted with the bottle in his hands- his father was onto him. They each had one specific boy in mind at that current moment, and by the look in each others eyes, they each knew it.

“Hey! Sorry about that, Wheezie called me.”

 Sarah landed on the last step just as Y/n was released in from his father’s stare. She looked up from her phone, not catching how D/n had to adjust to return to his computer screen. 

Y/n quickly walked to her, giving her a smile when she quirked her eyebrow. 

“Hey, took you long enough.” He joked, sitting back on the couch. Sarah rolled her eyes and shrugged. 

“Just say you missed me, it takes less time.” She says, plopping down onto the chair. 

Y/n laughed, letting his shoulders relax as Sarah had joined him in the room. He opened his mouth to reply, fire some sort of comeback, but a small ding came from his phone.

‘We’re here, hurry up JJ’s about to rob your neighbor.’

The text came from Kie. Y/n peered over his phone and caught a glimpse of her car outside the window, catching a small smile on his face. Sarah followed his eyes and saw the car, grinning and nodding at the boy to get up. 

Sparing one last glance to his father, Y/n followed Sarah out the door. 

“Hey hey!” 

As soon as Y/n stepped foot outside his door, JJ was jumping right out of the parked car- of course. With a grin, Y/n hopped down the stairs and jogged to meet him in the middle.

“What’s up JJ-“ he said, his voice almost giddy, and he wrapped his arms around him. There was a slight slap on his back as JJ hugged him back, and a tickle in his neck as that’s where JJ buried his nose. 

“Waiting for you, I was about to hop the fence and visit old Richie over there-“ JJ’s voice turned breathy at the end of the sentence, spinning on his heel and bringing the boy in his arms right with him. Y/n’s eyes widened, and a laugh rumbled from his throat. His arms tightened around the boy, securing himself when his feet left the ground. 

“Holy shit dude-“

“JJ, put him down.” John B sounded tired, managing no more than an eye roll when JJ only laughed. Though, he did drop Y/n onto the sidewalk right next to him. The boy, with his feet finally planted on the ground, patted the back of the blondes back.

“C’mon, let’s head out-“

“Y/n.” 

The deep voice sent chills down the teen’s spines, each of them recognizing who it was. The joyful feeling that tainted the air only seconds ago suddenly faded into tension.  Y/n himself was forced to hesitantly turn, and meet his fathers cold eyes. 

“Come here.” The glare that emitted off D/n’s stern figure made his son shudder- the boy really just wanted to leave. 

“Dad, we’re going somewhere-“ 

“I thought we talked about this?” One eyebrow raised, turning D/n’s face into one of judgement. Y/n swallowed.

“I mean, there was never really an agreement, so-“

The next look that came from D/n was one of warning. 

A small lump formed in Y/n’s throat, swallowing it down and air huffed from his nose. 

“Mr. L/n, we were really just-“ Kiara, bold as always, tried and failed to reassure her friends father. Her words got cut off before she could even finish, the deep voice replacing them. “No, no I know. And it’s not happening.” 

Y/n felt his skin itch, why was his father doing this in front of his friends?  Before he would go out of his way to avoid them, but now he talked freely. Y/n’s eyes flickered to the car, having half a mind to run and jump into the back seat before another word could spill. 

“Dad-“

“Y/n, look at the neighbors,” his fathers voice rose, “their son is your age, what about that?” He gestured towards the large, nearly identical house across the garden. His other hand gripped the door handle tightly, as if he was prepared to storm back inside at any moment. 

The group tensed, they knew what his father meant, even if he hadn’t said it directly. Though while John B and Pope bit their tongue, Kiara stepped forward with a deadly glare imprinted onto her face. 

“What are you implying?” She asked, clearly having taken offense. Y/n looked at her, battling with himself in his head as to whether or not he should stop her. John B’s hand landed on her shoulder, urging her to step back.

Y/n’s eyes are torn away when he suddenly felt the familiar warmth of JJ’s hand grabbing his. His eyes widen. 

“Shit.”

He nearly pulled away, but something made him stay, something in him wanted to. Though the second his fathers cold stare landed on their tangled fingers, he questioned that decision. 

JJ glared harshly at Y/n’s father- but no words fell, as he still was trying to decide if he should say anything at all. But in that moment, it was better that he didn’t.

Y/n was frozen in his place, head tilted down to stare at his hand and JJ’s, too scared to look up. 

“And what’s this, huh?”

‘No.’

“Are we still on this, are you serious?”

The words tugged the strings of Y/n’s heart, hearing such words from his own father, being watched by all his friends, by the boy he could only secretly love. He glared at the ground, shaking his head. 

“It’s-“

“You just-“ D/n turned, facing the wooden frame of the door and rubbing his eyes, “this is not how I wanted to raise you.”

The words ran Y/n’s throat dry, like a river drowned into soil by hot sun. JJ felt the way his hand tightened, heard the shaky sigh that escaped him.

Kiara, once more, stepped forward boldly. “You can’t say that to him!” She rasped, eyebrows pulled into a deep furrow. JJ too found his voice quickly, barking out a “hey!” 

“Mr L/n,” Sarah’s whisper barely scraped past the lump in her throat, only heard by her boyfriend. 

As Y/n stood there on his own walkway, all the words of his friends fizzled against his ears in an echo. He stared at the ground until he became dizzy, nothing but his fathers voice reaching past his ears. 

He didn’t want to fit his fathers description. But it still hurt. 

He snapped out of the daze when JJ began moving, their joined hands swaying. 

“The fuck is your problem, man?” JJ’s voice was heavy with anger, challenging D/n with his voice. Y/n’s eyes darted to JJ’s face.

“Excuse me, young man?” The authority that rattled from Y/n’s father would’ve made anyone else back away, but JJ only seemed to move closer. Y/n watched on with wide eyes. 

“JJ,” he tried, suddenly becoming aware of what exactly was happening right next to him. 

“You talk to him like that then wonder why he likes hanging with us? Man you must be joking-“ the blonde seethes. 

“Do not talk to me like that,”

“You’re a real piece of shit.” 

John B pulled JJ back, giving him a stern look. Pope, backing towards the car, mouthed at him to shut up. 

Y/n’s heart pounded, staring only at JJ. What was he doing?

D/n’s head snapped to his son’s.

“If this is how you’re going to be, dont try coming home.”

Y/n reeled back, shocked. JJ stomped forward. 

“Good, he’ll stay with me. You’re only helping me here, man.” 

It got quiet for a moment after that. 

Angrily, Y/n’s father looked at him expectantly, telling him to choose with nothing more than his eyes.

Y/n’s lips were parted, staring right back at his father for the first time that whole argument. JJ’s arm snakes around his shoulder.

“He’ll be safe with me.”

Those last words are what settled it for Y/n, the only thing he needed to hear before he knew. He knew exactly what, who, he wanted. 

Wordlessly, he turned away from his father and pulled JJ into a tight hug. No hesitation followed as JJ pulled him even closer. 

Behind them, the door slammed shut, and Y/n knew that was it. Yet for just a moment, when JJ pulled away and held his face in his hands, he pushed the thought away. 

“I promise.” The blonde whispered with a small smile . Y/n smiled back, unable to stop himself for he knew what he truly meant by those words. 

The smile broke into a sniffle and a chuckle, feeling Kiara attacking him from behind with a strong hug. Sarah followed.

“Fuck, guys, I don’t know what to do now-“ he kept the smile through his teary eyes. 

“We’ll figure it out, man.” Pope told him from the car. “We always do.”

[starboye]

pairing: jj maybank x male reader x john b

request: Hi bestie can I make a request for JJ maybank x Male Reader x John B Smut… i have two holes for a reason 🤭🤭

warnings: smut, oral sex, cursing, creampie

"please guys i need a break" you moan trying to stop johns thrusts into you "you shoulda thought of that before swaying the beautiful ass in front of our faces" jj says jerking off at the sight in front of him, john b plowing your ass roughly as you lay there all fucked out but still taking it so well "me bending over to fix my bike doesnt count as trying to fuck you guys" you retort rolling your eyes "well if you wanted me to stop you'd stop tightening you hole" john b replied grabbing both your hands and locking them between his own.

"open up for me baby" jj demands lightly tapping his dick on your cheek, you obey and open your mouth letting out a slew of moans as jj slides his dick into your warm mouth, your moan vibrating around him "yeah just like that" he huffs with a pleased smile "how does he feel down there" jj asks slowly thrusting into your mouth "euphoric" john b groans not letting up with his thrusts.

"how bout his mouth" he asks looking at how easily your throating jj's dick and the bulge that grows in your neck every time jj slides in "so so good" he moans running his hand up and down throat "how does this feel for you, your best friends using your hole like they're flesh lights" jj asks with a cocky smile, you pull of jj's dick with cough "you guys are such dicks sometimes" you say rolling your eyes.

"keep rolling your eyes and ill make them stay back there permanently" jj sternly says "and who told you to stop sucking" he questions pushing his dick back into your mouth "shit i'm gonna cum" john grunts throwing his head back as his thrusts become even harder making you moan "fill him up nice and well" jj spits out rubbing up and down your body.

"shittt" john b moans as his eyes shut tightly and he cums in you, "you want me to cum in your mouth" jj asks looking down at you with a smirk "mhm" you whimper looking up at him with water coated eyes "m'kay then" he says grinning before tightly wrapping his hands around you throat and thrusting into your mouth, balls smacking your nose with every thrust he makes.

"here it comes" jj says cumming into your mouth, filling it to the brim "swallow" jj and john b both demand and you oblige, taking all his cum down with one gulp, jj pulls his dick out of your mouth looking messy, strings of saliva mixed with cum pulling from your mouth "clean it" jj says, you lick every drop of cum from his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip when you finish cleaning him.

he pushes your head back lightly with a wince while looking you in the eyes deeply "good job y/n" john b congratulates slapping your ass one more time "ow dick head" you curse "im never doing this again" you say getting up and walking out the room.

"20 bucks says he'll be back by later tonight" jj bets "20 more bucks says he comes back in the next hour" john b bets too "you're on then" jj says walking out the room, you did end up coming back in the next 30 minutes and then back for more in the middle of the night to which they happily filled you up again both times.

[marrziy]

ENQUETE

Qual que eu escrevo primeiro?

Sinopses:

• você e Nate, bêbados em uma festa, acabaram transando. Foi uma merda, mas Nate, o único que gozou na noitada, gostou tanto de te foder que veio pedir mais. Ele te atormentou durante seus estudos na biblioteca e você resolveu vingar a decepção da noite passada.

• JJ, incapaz de suportar o peso esmagador de frequentar o mesmo espaço que o pai, bate na porta de John B, sorrindo largo e esquivando da conversa quando os roxos em seu corpo se tornam o foco do assunto. Mesmo ciente de que seu melhor amigo tem companhia para uma madrugada molhada, JJ passa a noite ali. Acontece que os barulhos vindos do quarto de John B deixam JJ animado, e quando surge a chance de descontar as frustrações de um dia difícil, JJ não desperdiça.

• Ethan é íntimo à distância. Ele estuda você mais do que qualquer matéria na universidade e mataria quem precisasse matar para tê-lo. Porém, tudo em vão, já que você não o vê como ele deseja. Ethan acha que ao revelar sua outra face, você sentirá tanto medo que o amará de volta.

[bumblesimagines]

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

“ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. “

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

“ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. “

friend clarified this was for jj maybank

pronouns for y/n: they/them, gender neutral

A small hum emitted from your throat at the feeling of lips pressing over your face, slowly drawing you out of your slumber. A soft giggle left the perpetrator and they resumed the kiss attack, even going as far as nipping lightly until you shoved their face away.

"It's too early for this, J." You whined, cracking one eye open to confirm the time. 10 AM. Far too early for a Pogue to be awake, per John B's words.

"I can't help it." The blonde murmured against your skin, toned arms wrapped securely around you. He pressed one last kiss against your cheek and you finally opened your eyes, head turning to look at him. A cheeky grin greeted you.

"It's unnatural for you to be up at this hour." You yawned and tiredly rubbed your eye, face scrunching up slightly. You heard him giggle again and huffed softly, lips forming a pout that he eagerly kissed away. You hadn't expected the typically affectionate boy to become a stage one clinger once you got together with him. But there he was, legs tangled with yours and lips refusing to abandon your skin for more than a few mintues.

"I couldn't wait any longer to see your face. Just lookin' at you makes me happy. You make me happy. Really happy." He said, blue eyes softening and he puckered his lips again, this time planting a swift kiss on the side of your neck.

"And why's that?" You chuckled and raised a hand to push back his fluffy blonde locks. He leaned into your touch with a dorky smile on his face.

"Because you belong to me, with me, under me." He winked then paused briefly. "Consensually, of course."

"Of course." You nodded and laughed softly.

"Everything about you makes me happy." JJ rolled over to be ontop of you, going limp and burying his face into your neck. "Your laugh, your smile, your eyes, the fact you're a terrible cook-"

"Oh, look who's talking!" You gently smacked his arm. "You've burnt toast before, J!"

"That was on purpose."

"Uh huh."

[untilwedont]

Aren’t I The Greatest?

pairings; jj maybank x m!reader

genre; angst

unrequited love w/ JJ

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why the hell did I just see full blown boobs in the gifs 💀

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everyone told you JJ wasn’t as warm-hearted as he deemed to be. It should’ve been obvious based on all his past hookups- hookup with them then completely ghost them afterwards. But when he had confessed his feelings towards you, you thought things would be different. That’d he’d actually stick around— and he did.. for the most part.

He tried loving you. He wanted to start something new instead of just constant hookups, which is why he brought you into his life. Except, JJ was so obviously not cut out for a relationship..

for the first couple months, his love for you was through the roof. You couldn’t have been more happier..- until you weren’t. Over the past few months, his love for you had seemed to drain. That sparkle in his eye for you just seemingly went away, no matter how hard you tried to get it back.

—~

looking at yourself in the mirror, you put on a seductive outfit, in hopes of getting something out of JJ. You stared at yourself for a good couple of minutes, taking in your features— the dark bags slowly forming under your eyes from constantly staying up all night.

In these times, you felt the most lonely. The boy you once loved— and still do, was falling out of love with you.

with a small sigh, you walked out the bathroom, over to where JJ was, which happened to be the kitchen. “J, do you think this outfit looks nice on me?” You asked, a little hesitantly as you walked up to him. You tried being cute, but instead of a smile or a compliment, JJ eyed you up and down. “yeah, you look fine.” He said blankly, giving you what was barely a smile before walking off.

you frowned, looking down at the floor, biting your lip. God, all that work and yet he still couldn’t care about seeing you naked- or at least half naked. After a minute, you walked back to your shared bedroom, throwing off clothes you had on. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you ran your fingers along your face, up to your hair. Tears threatened to fall out as you stared down at the floor, wondering what went wrong.

—~

though, this was just one of many failed interactions you had with JJ..

—~

Your anniversary with JJ had been coming up. It was a year of being together, and though your guys’ relationship was rocky, you still made it an effort to get him a gift..- in hopes that he’d get you one as well.

you admired the ring you’d gotten JJ, both your initials carved into it. You covered the ring back up before heading off to find JJ. After a while of looking, you managed to find him near the beach alone, sitting down on the sand.

you hid his gift behind your back before walking up to him. “J?” You called out softly, seeing his soft blue eyes head to the sound of your voice. “oh, uh.. hey.” He said, getting up from the sand to face you. He stood there awkwardly and quietly, waiting for you to speak. After realizing he wasn’t gonna say anything you, you spoke up. “do.. do you know what day it is?” You asked, hopeful, but also had a doubtful feeling he’d know.

“erm.. monday..?” He asked, a bit confused and unsure. You frowned, but quickly smiled a little once more. “no, silly.. its our anniversary..! remember?” you replied, finally revealing the gift you had behind your back. “and, i got you a little gift.” you said, with a smile and hopeful eyes.

“o-oh.. uh, yeah.. yeah, I remember.” He said with a small cough, scratching the back of his neck. “well, here.. I got you a gift to show my love for you!” You said, holding the gift out, waiting for him to reach it. “oh.. uhm, thanks..” he said, giving you a half smile before taking the gift from your hands. You smiled with anticipation, waiting for him to open the gift. “I.. I hope you like it.” You said as he opened the gift, taking the ring out.

“yeah.. its uh.. its great, m/n.” he said, not bothering to put the ring on, instead storing it back where he grabbed it. “I uh.. didn’t get you anything.” He spoke. He fiddled a little with his hands, his demeanor off- like he didn’t want to be around you. “o-oh.. its okay!” You said, although you felt your heart dwell. “Being with you is a gift itself.. I really hope you know how much I love you, J..” You said, trying to keep the mood bright.

“yeah.. same here. Listen, i uh, gotta go. I’ll see you later, m/n.” He said rather quickly, giving you another half smile before walking away, not leaving you a chance to speak. You look at him as he walked away, your smile dropping as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

all your love and patience being wasted on a man who couldn’t bother to reciprocate those feelings. all your hardwork to try to keep the relationship going continues to be unappreciated. and yet, you continue to stay. In hopes that one day that spark he had for you will come back.

[devilsjacket]

Characters: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Ethan Landry, Charlie Walker

Them giving you a blowjob for the first time, it’s sloppy and uncomfortable at first but when they get the hang of it they really get into it. They’re trying their best to be good for you, taking you down their throat choking almost every time, moaning at the way you grip their hair creating a burning sensation to spread throughout their scalp like wildfire.

They love the way you talk them through it, praising them when they do well and lightly slapping their cheek when they use too much teeth, it was all a rollercoaster of sensations that caused them to yearn for more; tears would form in their eyes due to all the gagging, their face would redden at the mess they had made but you told them their was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Don’t worry baby you did so well, felt so good”

They’d always ask to give you a blowjob after a while had passed from the first time, missing the taste of you on their tongue, craving it and feeling euphoric when they finally got what they ached for.

made by @devilsjacket

Thank you so much for all the support y’all have been giving me it really helps keep me motivated!! I promise all asks will be written and finished soon I just need some time to plan them out! Love you guys and thank you for reading <3

[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: OBX

Title: Opposite Attract

Character(s): JJ, John b, Pope, Kiara

Request: No

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

A/N: I’m so sorry if this sucks

(M/N) Cameron and JJ Maybank, two completely different people. (M/N) was a star student, he got good grades, was captain of the football team, he never drank, never did drugs. He was prince of the Kooks, every parent’s dream kid. While JJ barley passed his sophomore year of high school.

These two were completely and total opposite and said to hate each other. But you see that wasn’t true, the two were actually dating but they put up this act that they hated each other. Because if anyone knew things would be ruined for the both of them. So they kept things on the down low by meeting in secret, the occasional look in the during school or on the street, and stealing kisses while no was watching.

No one was suppose to know but nothing can stay secret forever especially not on the OBX. (M/N) smiled at JJ as he locked there hands together, it was around three in the morning and the two of them were just chilling on the druthers.

“This nice,” (M/N) told his boyfriend.

“Yeah, it really is,” JJ replied, he turned to look at (M/N) and smiled at the (E/C) boy. Everything was calm and peaceful until they heard the sound of a boat getting close and people talking.

“Well find my iPhone is wrong because theres no way JJ is here,” JJ knew that voice and mentally cursed, the voice belonged to John B. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, using the hand that wasn’t linked with (M/N)’s. He had five missed calls from John B, six from Kiara, and countless missed message from Pope.

“JJ?” He heard someone exclaimed. He looked to his right and saw the HMS Pouge and all of his friends. A flashlight shined on him and (M/N) to not only reveal them holding hands but the fact (M/N) was wearing JJ’s hoodie.

“What the fuck?” John B asked. (M/N) and JJ both scrambled to stand up.

“Uh hey guys,” JJ smiled.

“Whats going on JJ?” Kiara asked.

“Nothing,” JJ quickly said.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” Pope said gesturing to the two of them.

“He was um, helping with fix the druthers,” (M/N) quickly said.

Now everyone’s eyes were on (M/N) who stood there awkwardly, “Really JJ is helping you fix the druthers?” John B asked crossing his arms.

“Mhm,”

“What was broken? Why didn’t your dad call me“ John B asked.

“Because I was in the area,” JJ told John B.

“Well that doesn’t explain, why he’s wearing your hoodie and you two were holding hands,” Kiara spoke.

(M/N) sighed and looked at JJ, “You gotta tell them, were caught,” He told his boyfriend. Who sighed, JJ looked to the white floor of druthers before looking up at his friends.

“Guys this is (M/N) Cameron, my boyfriend,” JJ told them. He locked his and (M/N) hands together. “And if you don’t like him, I really don’t care,” JJ adverted his eyes away from his friends once more.

“You’re dating the prince of the Kooks?” Pope asked.

“My worst enemies brother?” Kiara added.

“Yeah,” JJ replied.

“Good for you dude,” John B said.

“You better get me dirt on Sarah, (M/N),” Kiara told him.

(M/N) smiled, “Will do!” he replied with a salute, causing Kiara to laugh.

“You mean you guys don’t care?” JJ asked.

“No, if it was any other Cameron like Sarah or Rafe maybe but no (M/N) chill,” Pope replied.

“Good, good. Now why did you guys need me?” JJ asked.

“Were gonna go TP toppers house, wanna come?” John B asked.

JJ looked from his friends too (M/N), “Nah, i’m stay here. Next time though,” JJ told them.

“Okay, well goodbye lovebirds,” John B shouted, as he started to drive the boat away.

“Yeah, bye lovebird, use protection!” Kiara quickly added.

JJ rolled his eyes, “Fuck you!” he shouted.

“What can’t hear you,” Kiara replied as he gestured to her ear.

“Well that went better then expected,” (M/N) smiled.

“Yeah, it did,” JJ replied.

[cookstorys]

Feel free to do these requests in any order!

JJ Maybank x Male reader.

JJ waking the reader up with kisses, but before M/N can kiss JJ on the lips, he needs to brush his teeth first (cuz yk morning breath) and JJ gets fussy about it

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜

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Character- JJ Maybanks

Show/Movie- Outer Banks

Warning- Nothing

Females DNI

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The sight JJ woke up made a smile creep up on his face. Your face looked so at peace when you slept. All your typically strong features rested softly. The smile JJ grew to love was calm, everything was. JJ had to admit being in a relationship with you changed his whole life. He never felt as happy as he did with you.

You both started a little slow. You wanted in on the treasure hunt but by you being a Kook none of them trusted you. Until you showed them how incredibly good you were at stealing. Not to mention your connections didn’t hurt either, and your amazing ability to lie. JJ took a while to warm up to you but you both eventually got there and became friends. Then one night a series of events happen which ended with you sleeping together. It continued to be just that for a while, fuck buddies. Then, JJ has to fuck it all up and catch feelings. Luckily you felt the same and became official.

JJ moved to move closer to your face and attacked the surface with kisses all around. JJ felt your grip tighten and could see the smirk forming on your lip. “Good morning love.” You smiled. If JJ could scream right now, he would. He always had a thing for morning voices, especially yours. “Good morning babe,” JJ responded.

Your eyes were finally open and were met with JJ’s. You both didn’t have to speak a word to know what the other wanted. So JJ moved in for a kiss but was stopped midway. “Um, love, morning breath.” You laughed. You loved JJ dearly but you refused to kiss him until he brush his teeth. “Seriously?” He asked in disbelief and you nodded with a straight face.

He got up and walked towards the bathroom. You heard the sound of water running and then the sound of teeth being brushed. JJ walked back towards the bed with a smile.

“Now where we’re we?”