#jj maybank x male reader

[untilwedont]

Thigh Rider

RQ: “could you write a jj maybank x male reader where jj lets the reader ride his thigh?”

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Male!Reader

Summary: I think the reuqest explains enough.

Warnings: M!reader, thigh riding, use of 'good boy' and 'baby', not proofread

A/N; this was sitting in my drafts for a long time

JJ was sitting by your window, looking out at the view while smoking a cigar. You had just gotten out of the shower, hair still damp as you walked over to JJ, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder as he continued to smoke.

“Hey baby, how was your shower?” He asked as he put the cigar in his mouth and puffed out smoke. “Warm..” you muttered as you continued resting your head on his shoulder, watching the waves crash against each other. JJ hummed in response as he puffed again.

You began to start giving him soft, little kisses along his shoulder and neck, feeling some sort of tension that rose in you. You slowly started to run your hands through JJ’s chest, “Someone feelin’ a bit horny, hm?” He asked simply out of curiosity.

He seemed to have known you a little too well since you nodded as you continued to roam his chest. “Alright baby, why you undress yourself and come sit on my thigh, mkay? How does that sound?” He looked at you while placing the cigar in his mouth.

You did as you were told and completely undressed yourself, now feeling vulnerable since you were the only one naked. JJ smiled at your embarrassed state. “Don’t gotta feel embarrassed, baby. Not like I haven’t seen your body before.” He winked at you before patting his thigh.

You straddled JJ’s thigh, him resting a hand on your waist. He placed the cigar back in his mouth with his other hand, taking a puff and moving his head closer towards yours, placing his lips on your soft ones as the smoke left his mouth into yours. A small moan left you as you slowly began to grind on JJ's thigh, his lips still on yours.

You placed both your hands on top of your cock as you grinded and thrusted, leaking pre-cum onto JJ's thigh. His lips were still on yours, free hand roaming your body. You removed your swollen lips from his to catch your breath as you continued to thrust faster, whimpering and soft moans coming out of you.

JJ smiled at your pleasured face as he placed his cigar back in his mouth, the smoke filling his mouth before leaving it, vanishing in the air. You began grinding faster as you felt your climax rapidly approaching.

"J, m'gonna cum.." You softly moaned, noticing how much precum had leaked out of your cock and onto JJ's thigh. Both of JJ's hands rested on both sides of your waist, his blue eyes staring at your closed ones. "That's it baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my thigh like the good boy you are." He spoke softly, grinning as he noticed your pace speed up.

"Hnnggg~ cumming!" You moaned out, your cum painting JJ's thigh. You rested your hand in the crook of JJ's neck as you slightly panted. "Damn baby, got me all turned on..." He flicked the cigar out the window and slid his hands down towards your ass, "why don't you help me out with my little problem?"

[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.

[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."

[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

[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

[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

request

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]

Omg wait I love JJ he deserves more recognition I swear- So I have request for him! <3

Friends to lovers JJ Maybank x male reader with JJ getting into a fight and reader patching him up and ends up kissing his wounds better.

(I just want to pepper his face in kisses he’s so pretty 😔)

You and me are so the same because it’s just the small soft moments- oml the small soft moments with this man

JJ Maybank x male reader - Kiss It Better 

CW: suggested violence, cuts/bruises (vague) JJ is shirtless (not in the suggestive way it’s mentioned like twice) I don’t know if you wanted a big kiss with this too but hey why not it’s cute

x

It was the middle of the afternoon when he showed up, bruising and bleeding at your front door. 

Some random Tuesday afternoon, you were home alone with the tv playing and a freshly empty plate sitting on your lap, when he knocked on your door.

“Coming, coming.” You mumbled, the knocks had continued with a sort of anxiousness behind them. It wasn’t until you did open the door that you understood why.

“Hey- woah.” JJ stood at your doorstep, with puffy eyes and scars littering his skin. Immediately, your eyes widened, and you ushered him inside.

“What happened, J? Are you alright-?” You rushed to ask, leading him to the couch where he stumbled to the cushion.

“Fight, kook, it was bad.” Is all he said in summary, leaning into the comfortable back rest and slouching. While his eyes closed, looking busted as fuck on your couch, you looked over the various welts and scars across his face.

“Looks pretty bad…” you mumbled, eyes jumping from the small bump on his forehead to the purple bruise on his cheek.

“Yeah, alright, bathroom.” 

Which is how you winded up with an injured, shirtless, JJ Maybank sitting on your bathroom counter, back to the mirror, watching with a raised eyebrow as you sorted through the first aid kit that had been tucked into the cabinets. 

“How many bandaids can a person have…” he mumbled, head rolled to the side and leaned against the mirrors surface. 

“Depends how many cuts there are,” You nodded at the red mark running across JJ’s thumb, “hand please.”

The blonde complied without any protest, watching with faint interest while you gently spread the bandaid across his roughed up skin. You don’t let go of his hand, either, instead turning to the red that stained JJ’s knuckles and examining them closely.

“I’m gonna need the Neosporin for this.” At that, JJ groaned. 

“I know, so horrible.” You remarked sarcastically, almost smiling at your friend as you uncapped the small yellow tube, bringing it close to the scars strewn across JJ’s hand. “Stay still.” 

“It stings like a bitch.”

“I can’t imagine the fight was much better.” 

JJ shifted, repositioning himself on the smooth counter and trying to ignore the burning sensation that came from the medicine. 

“Is there not any other way-“ with a sigh, you set down the tube. 

“What, you need someone to kiss it better?” You asked in a teasing voice. 

JJ shifted around again, his thighs brushed against your hips. 

“Well…”

You paused, and looked at him for a moment. 

His voice wasn’t teasing, like it would be normally- instead, it had sounded almost bashful.

Oh.

He didn’t look at you, so you took the opportunity and gently lifted his hand to your mouth. It seemed to have startled him a bit, feeling your lips agains this knuckles- but soon butterflies followed, for he made direct eye contact with you as you did it.

Each knuckle, one by one, got a small kiss to the sensitive skin. Then, one on the bandaid covering his thumb, before you moved to the next hand.

He watched, eyes glossed over with something he wasn’t even sure he could name, and savored the feeling. 

But then, you’d gotten each scar and bruise on his hand. A quick glance down or his torso, blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’m not getting those ones.” You said, though your hands betrayed you when they settled on his hips. 

His mouth was still slightly agape, his mind left behind to when your mouth was on his hand, like some sort of prince.

“You missed my face.” He blurted out, before he could even think. Both of you quickly became hot in the face. 

Tension grew thick in the confines of your bathroom walls, your waist still tucked comfortably in between his legs. 

He stared at you, waiting. 

Slowly, with a hitched breath, you leaned in until your lips brushed the tender skin across his cheek. And you let your lips rest there, just for a moment, pulling away only an inch or so because any further and you’d still be sucked back into his warmth. 

JJ felt small tingles across his cheek, you had been so close to his face. 

He felt as your lips drifted, ghosting over his skin as to meet another scar- this time the long one tracing his cheekbone. JJ’s eyes fluttered shut, internally building up his courage. 

‘Do it, now, damn it-‘

Before you could lean closer and give that cut the same treatment as the other, JJ ducked his head down and pulled your face the opposite direction- to his lips. 

A bit chapped, but still smooth and oh so addictive, his lips caught yours and quickly pulled you to him indefinitely.

Your eyes widened, suddenly being surrounded by his everything, his warmth, his touch. It didn’t take you longer than a few seconds before you leaned into it. 

Your right hand drifted from his thigh to the dip of his hipbone, dancing around the sore bruise in your way- you fit into each other so perfectly. 

At first, he’d pulled away after a few seconds or so. “Shit, I’m sor-“

But you pulled him right back, you’d waited so long, you can’t let it end now. And it was so soft, sweet- you didn’t want to let go yet.

By the time you both pulled away, you’d gotten so close that you couldn’t move more than an inch or two from his face, while you caught your breath. 

“Feel any better?” You asked, after a minute. He grinned, and it spread right back to you. 

“Much.”

A small hum, and your hand rested on his cheek. You pecked the remaining cuts along his face- his nose, his forehead, cheekbone- the kiss giving you a burst of courage to let yourself linger on his skin longer.

“Good.”

[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.

[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.

[untilwedont]

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❀ rq: hey can you make a jj maybank x male reader where the reader is kook and the rest of the pogues don't know they are together. But then how will they find out? I hope you will understand what I wrote

m!reader

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜ ❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

a kook and a pogue. a divided group that despised each other for the most part. but, that didn’t change anything for you and jj. you were a kook, and as a kook, you were expected to only befriend kooks. sure, you could interact with the pogues, but that didn’t mean you could actually hang out with them.

though you were a kook, you decided to date a pogue. and though jj was a pogue, he decided to date you. you were different from the other kooks, at least in his eyes. you weren’t a rude, bragging ass-hat like most of the other kooks. you were sweet and friendly, radiating good energy and lighting up any room you went into.

but since your guys’ relationship was.. forbidden in a way, it had to be kept a secret. you didn’t mind since you liked having jj all to yourself. his dorky, sweet personality was what really made you fall for him, excluding his pretty, blonde hair.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

you and jj were out by the docks, watching the waves and enjoying each others company. his arm rested around your shoulder as he spoke to you, occasionally looking in your direction to give you a smile.

“y’know, i’ve always wondered.. can blind people see in their dreams?” he asked, turning his head to look at you. you chuckled a little. at this point, you were used to jj asking dumb questions every now and then. “i dunno.. why don’t you go ask one?” you said, faced slightly scrunched from the sun beaming in your direction.

he shook his head and laughed, focusing back towards the waves hitting against each other. “maybe i will..” He muttered under his breath. you scooted a little closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh. he smiled, kissing the top of your head before facing forward once more.

it was silent for a while. but, it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was more of a peaceful silence. the two of you just enjoyed being by each other, listening to each other’s soft breathing along with the waves.

you both were too focused on the waves to hear a group of people calling from behind you. “jj, there you are man! we’ve been looking for you!” john b shouted out, running up towards him. the sound of john b’s yelling made you both shoot your heads back, which made john b, along with the rest of the small group stop in their tracks.

“holy shit.. jj, is that m/n l/n..?!” kiara shouted. to say she was shocked was definitely an understatement. you both quickly got up, “wait, guys, it’s not what it looks like! i can explain!” jj shouted back as he looked at the group with a disbelief expression on their faces.

“jj.. you.. a pogue.. is hanging out with.. a kook..” pope spoke, looking at both of you as he tried to connect the dots. “i know, but listen! m/n isn’t-..” But before he could explain, he was quickly cut off by John B. “Hold on, is that your hoodie, J?” He asked, pointing out the fact that you had one of jj’s hoodie’s on.

You looked down on your attire. Then at the group of pogues. Then at jj. “okay, if you guys could just listen for a damn second!” jj yelled slightly, enough to get the groups attention. “look, I know what you guys are thinking, okay? But seriously, m/n isn’t a bad person like the other kooks. h-hes kind, smart, and not to mention super hot.” He said winking at you, leaving the feeling of a hot sensation creep up onto your cheeks.

the group looked puzzled, but still allowed jj to talk. “To be honest, he’s like the only person I trust with my life.. and if you’re wondering, yes we’re dating.” he said, taking your hand in his and slightly pulling you closer to him. “and if you guys can’t accept that, then just.. fuck off.” jj sighed, looking at the group, but more specifically in their eyes to see if he could find any disgust lingering in them.

but instead, john b smiled, walking up to jj and placing a hand on his shoulder. “jj, my man.. we’re happy for you.” a small smile crept onto jj, “actually?” he asked. “yeah, of course.” kiara chimed in. “sure, we were definitely shocked when we saw you with m/n, but if what you say about him is true, then we’re happy for you.” kiara smiled at him.

“oh, okay good.. because if I’m being honest, I really didn’t want you guys to fuck off..” jj smiled, relieved that his friends weren’t gonna leave him because of a stupid misunderstanding. you as well, sighed of relief, happy that his friends accepted your guys’ relationship.

a/n: erm i kinda cut this fic off short since I’ve been gone for so long.. and cuz its just been sitting in my drafts untouched.. anyways hoped u enjoyed!

[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?”

[bumblesimagines]

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

- JJ

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

pronouns: he/him/his, male

The day had been perfect for relaxing on the HMS Pogue. But of course, most of his friends had been busy. John B and Sarah had gone out on a date, Kiara had a charity event, and Pope needed to study for an important exam. Which left him and (Y/N) to take the boat out for the day, much to his dismay.

JJ had nothing against (Y/N). In fact, he considered (Y/N) his closest friend after John B. But in a short amount of time, (Y/N) had gone from a scrappy little boy who always had a band-aid slapped on some part of his body to a handsome young man with a pretty smirk. JJ couldn't remember when (Y/N) changed from a brotherly figure to a crush, but the fluttery feeling that filled him whenever (Y/N) was around was unmistakable.

"We should go surfing later." (Y/N) proposed, nearly sprawled out on his seat with one hand loosely holding on to the steering wheel. JJ tore his eyes off the rippling water to look at the teen and felt his fingertips tingle.

"Yeah, sure." He nodded, throat feeling unnaturally dry. "Maybe Pope will be free."

"You never want to hang out with me anymore, J." (Y/N) whined and leaned forward, draping himself over the steering wheel and propping his chin on his arms with a pout that JJ desperately wanted to kiss away. "We used to ditch JB to chill and now you ditch me."

"It's... It's complicated." JJ murmured and the boat came to a stop on calm, open water. (Y/N) stood up from his seat and walked toward him, flopping down beside him and resting his head on JJ's lap. JJ's breath hitched for a moment and he stiffened enough for (Y/N) to notice.

"Do you hate me now or what?"

"I don't hate you. I- Shit.." JJ exhaled heavily and tilted his head up toward the sky. "You know what I hate? I hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, I love you, I can’t imagine my life without you. I wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before I go to sleep. Suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ You know? I prefer starting it by saying how much I hate when other people say it, then say what I mean anyway. It’s way less embarrassing like that.”

Silence followed and JJ's heart twinged, aching from the mere thought of (Y/N) hating him. Of (Y/N) rejecting him and never speaking to him again. But then fingers gently grasped the collar of his unbuttoned shirt and he was roughly tugged down, lips colliding with (Y/N)'s. He went rigid and motionless, eyes flying open and a soft gasp escaping him that allowed (Y/N) to deepen the kiss and coax JJ into returning it.

Pulling back slightly, (Y/N)'s lips brushed against JJ's and heat quickly bubbled in his abdomen. "Should've said somethin' sooner, J."

[ayowhatnah]

Me when I see jj

[devilsjacket]

Just started watching Outer Banks and I can’t stop thinking about JJ……

Him and You with the rest of the pogues and he can’t stop trying to turn you on, whispering things like “cmon I’ve been waiting all day can’t we just fuck somewhere?” He sounds so serious as well, you deny his request saying that you guys weren’t animals and he’d have to wait but he wouldn’t give up, he’d subtly push himself against your front whenever you were behind him trying to get you riled up.

He’d pay for his actions later though don’t worry, especially if he embarrassed you a lot. He loves it when you’re rougher with him anyways.

[yourmomxx]

— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —

male!reader

a bit nsfw under the cut

just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here

I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”

ain’t happening

starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues

But you didn’t let him push you away

It took a while for him to let you in

But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever

Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it

so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship

even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first

kie was the first to actually figure it out

because john b is a bit slow

and pope thought y’all were just really good friends

(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)

but they all love you

while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not

you most definitely had it easier than sarah

but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer

speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them

like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them

if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too

we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house

except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son

jj always held you back tho

he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison

you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first

silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company

“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”

he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues

“did you know that y/n did …”

“y/n actually told me …”

“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”

“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”

the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him

he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts

his brain short circuits

It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know

jj plans the cutest dates

like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows

soft touches

and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this

like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting

and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.

or bonfires

sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time

you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body

fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach

putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”

shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close

your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other

f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s

hello and goodbye kisses

puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)

falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues

such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy

says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you

jj practically lives at your apartment

he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything

when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him

will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent

with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible

and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily

of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that

communication is key in your relationship

you’ve ensured that from the very beginning

you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together

there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments

cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in

stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time

his wardrobe is mostly your clothes

you would go to jail for each other

“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“

you meet him at the beach to watch him surf

because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything

he’s the best at cheering you up

he’s everything but a dry texter

you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta

how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery

jealousy because, again, secret relationship

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”

“oh, I’m not.”

“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”

“mhm.”

but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way

has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love

you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear

knuckle kisses

just staying in bed all day and cuddling

he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you

whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him

— nsfw ————————————————

you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them

he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory

so you had to teach him some stuff

but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be

he’s a switch but mostly bottoms

it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him

sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk

he whimpers

he has a praise kink

“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”

those just do it for him

there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)

and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)

he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too

quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)

his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫

head in small caves at the beach

hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”

the pogues tease him about them the morning after

“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”

teasing. like so much. from both sides

whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place

high sex

handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie

[whyareyouhere66]

JJ Maybank x Male Reader - You Are Home.

JJ Maybank *Outerbanks* x male kook reader [Sarah’s brother]

I did it, just like I said I would. Enjoy y’all. [Two more days till season 3!]

x

“It's always have and never hold

        “You've begun to feel like home…”

                    [-The Fray, I’ll Look After You, 2005]

Outer Banks, North Carolina. More specifically, Figure Eight.

The air that whirled around him was warm, the island’s nonchalant charm lulling him into a sense of calm. Sure, the faint arguing that drifted in from downstairs was distracting, but alas- in Y/n’s tired state he wanted nothing more to ignore it, and stay in the welcoming breeze from the window sill of the large, white house.

In his hands he twisted and untwisted the cap of his water bottle, eyes still watching over the navy blue shadow reflecting from the sky. He tried focusing in on the sounds coming from outside, the wind’s song flowing through the ocean waves around the corner. However this proved to be more and more difficult, when he repeatedly broke out of his zoned out state and was dragged back into the growing yelling coming from Ward and Rafe downstairs.

Rafe’s persistent arguing, the frustration becoming more and more clear in Ward’s normally calm, manipulative tone. 

“Hey, please let’s just-“

“No- no I’m done talking about this.”

“Let me finish, Rafe….”

Y/n let out a frustrated groan, after Rafe had blown yet another college interview it seemed Ward’s patience was bubbling down to the final straw, dragging the rest of the family into it as they heard and watched it all in the emptiness of the house.  

Y/n forced his gaze away from the outside world, looking around at his dimly lit room. Perhaps he should go to see Wheezie, check on Sarah. He knew how the latter especially hated conflict, though Wheezie herself seemed more drawn into her phone recently. 

But it was never a waste to check in. 

The h/c boy steps away from the white window sill, closing and locking it as he’d been taught. 

The bright lights from the hallway jumped at him, his eyes taking an extra moment to adjust as the downstairs argument became more clear. It seemed everyone in the  house had been more on edge recently, Ward tensing at short conversation and Sarah beginning to pull away more and more.

Y/n himself had always found himself closer to the side than anything, both him and Wheezie often being sat on the bleachers while the rest played at the game. Ward could acknowledge them as his kids, drag them around to events and all, but they each knew that they were never his first priority. 

Sarah, center of attention of course, had it all laid out for her since day 1. A legacy, a throne of you will, being built for her the day Ward laid eyes on her- his daughter, his child. She was his pride and joy, leaving the rest of the family to sit and applaud as he spoiled her. 

Y/n used to fight for it, too. Being born solely a year prior, his naive, 6 year old mind could never grasp why Sarah had been deemed the golden child. He still couldn’t really, but overtime it became more and more clear that nothing would ever change. And while he still found himself there, by the same window sill he had been today, he looked out at the family’s extravagant garden and wondered- “why?”

Rafe was the same way. Being born first in the family he still found himself pushed off to the side, set to watch his father grow instead of growing there with him. However, unlike Y/n, he never accepted it. He clung to any bits or pieces of his father he had, wanting nothing more to impress the man. 

But Ward Cameron was a hard man to impress, especially when it came to the majority of his own blood. And when you stumble as often as Rafe himself had, another rung in the twisted, family ladder falls.

The hallway, covered in old paintings and dainty floral wallpaper, led Y/n down its paths until he found himself at Wheezie’s room. 

2 knocks, 3, and Y/n stands awkwardly in front of the tall white door. 

“Wheezie?” He calls, looking at the floor with his hands shoved into his pockets. A ringing silence fills the hall, as he receives no answer.

“Wheezieeee, you alive in there?”

Curiously, the h/c grabs the golden handle and twists- peaking his head into the room. 

Lights still on, he found his sassy little sister asleep on her bed- curled into a ball blended with the comforter. He paused for a second, wondering how she managed to sleep through the houses overwhelming ringing, as well as the mindless and repeated shouts from all around. But when his eyes landed on the small, white buds poking out of her ears and tangling with her hair he put it together.

“Smart kid..” 

His hands slide up the wall, reaching the light switch before he flips it off. 

“G’night, weirdo” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as his bare feet pad down the hallway once more.

It was at this point that Y/n decided against checking in on Sarah, knowing that not only their somewhat strained relationship would create an awkward tension, but also that the chances of her sneaking out her window again were far over likely.

So instead the teen trudged down the stairs, making a beeline to the kitchen to replace the water bottle he’d been fidgeting with just minutes before.

The further down the long staircase he walked, the more he was able to see of the rest of his family. 

The tense fighting between Rafe and Ward had settled into the living room, stray documents and pamphlets scattered across fancy glass coffee tables as one man stood on each side.

They went back and forth, back and forth with the blonde boy starting, his father following closely in suite. 

With the roll of his eyes, hand sliding down on the wooden banister, Y/n neared the bottom of the staircase. 

“Dad I don’t need to go to college- I’m fine here.”

“Yeah? Yeah well I’m not Rafe. This is not…”

Rose watched on uncomfortably, sat in a stool next to the kitchen’s island. With an open laptop in front of her, and a half empty glass of wine, she stared on at the two with her eyebrows furrowed. Y/n could see her now, stepping off the final stair as he untwisted the lid of his water bottle. Back now turned to his father and brother, he could only see her in front of him. 

The h/c heard voices rise, the urge to go back up to his room growing stronger in his mind. 

“I knew I should’ve checked on Sarah-“

Just as he steps forward again, no less than 10 feet from the staircase, he heard it.

The painful slap, a harsh hit of skin on skin contact, echoes through the now silent room. He could see Rose’s eyes widened, sitting up straight suddenly as she stared in shock. 

Y/n freezes, slowly and almost hesitant as he turns around in his spot. 

Rafe’s face was turned away, mouth agape. Ward’s hand was still outstretched, a soft and lamented look filling his eyes as he seemed to finally realize what he’d done. 

The fights had been happening for weeks now. 

But never had it ever gotten physical- not once. Ward always took Rafe for granted, this was well evident in the claustrophobic walls of the Cameron house. But Ward had enough sense to not bring it to a physical level, his heart belonged to his family, he never purposely damaged that. 

In a small moment of panic, Ward stepped away. His hand retracted, firm against his chest as he cleared his throat. 

“Rafe-“

“Wow, dad…wow.” 

The blonde’s voice is full of malice, chuckling deeply as he turned to look at the man. His voice lowers to a whisper again, eyebrows furrowed down.

“Wow.”

In the matter of a minute, perhaps two, Rose is up and rushing forward to stop the fight like she’d been wanting to for minutes on end. Blood rushed away from Y/n’s knuckles, his grip on the bottle tightened extremely. In the back of his mind he still heard them, Ward rushing to his own defense as Rafe riled himself up more. Rose’s desperate, annoying pleads as she stood between them. 

But he wasn’t truly there, not present in the moment. His head screamed at him to leave, the need for fresh air bubbling over as he felt too fed-up with his family to stay another moment. 

And so Y/n left, stormed out of the building before the other 3 could do more than notice him. 

Swiftly grabbing the car keys off the counter, stuffing his feet into his shoes, the h/c rushed out to his car and ducked into the drivers seat. 

He knew he hadn’t been the one to get slapped, the one to yell and scream in the fights. But if he had to sit in his room one more night, the air thick and heavy from this scrambled family’s tension he just might suffocate. 

Trees blurred past him, eyes zoned onto the road ahead of him as his brain went into autopilot- driving him to the one place he felt he must be. 

“JJ…”

The blonde boy, although a Pogue, offered him an embrace like no other. It should feel wrong, it’s supposed to be, but for whatever reason it didn’t, it felt right. Y/n could never recall how they’d come to be- in fact at the beginning the boys tried keeping it at “no strings attached”. But, they couldn’t help it- he felt like home. 

JJ’s laugh, his voice, the warmth that would emit off his body whenever Y/n got too close. He wasn’t supposed to love him, his family’s reputation laid on the line- but he just didn’t want to stop himself. This wasn’t the first time one of them had run off to meet the other in the heat of the moment, sometimes in the middle of the night, others simply in broad daylight. It seemed the small compass engraved into Y/n’s brain was constantly pointing in JJ’s direction. 

The more these thoughts flowed through Y/n, the more agitated he grew as he sought out the comfort he needed. His grip on the wheel was firm, mind a haze as he could see JJ’s near empty house coming into view. After the seemingly hundreds of times driving here, as if it was muscle memory, Y/n had barely realized he had made it to the Cut. 

Y/n came to a stop in front of the house, taking a sharp breath. He snatched the keys from ignition, hopeful eyes leading him out of the car and onto the porch. That house, so different from his own, lured him in yet again.

All his thoughts seemed to fizz inside his head, bubbling and sizzling away so distantly, yet so present he could hear them still. Keys gripped in his hand tightly, fist knocking against the old door no more than 3 times before he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Answer the door, Maybank…” the teen mumbled, running a hand through his hair as his felt his muscles tensed in his shoulders. 

Inside some shuffling was heard, the squeaks of door hinges alerting Y/n as he spun around to meet the blue eyed boy. 

“Y/n? What-“ 

He looked confused, immediately taking note of Y/n’s dazed face and disheveled appearance. In the back of his mind, he felt he knew why Y/n was there.

Y/n opened his mouth to talk, stepping forward. JJ didn’t wait for him, jutting his head towards the door as to invite the h/c inside.

It wasn’t too long before Y/n was situated at the couch, fed up and frustrated. JJ followed close behind him, stopping at the door way almost hesitantly, for he’d only seen the boy act that way a handful of times. It was more recent that the two began to open up to each other, the intimacy they would share building an odd sense of trust, a safe space within each other that before they didn’t know they were capable of.

Though JJ had noticed that almost each time, it was due to something from that of the Cameron house. And so, he had a feeling he already knew what this was about. 

The blonde moved forward from the door way, until he was standing in front of Y/n on the couch. The latter was almost doubled over, curled into himself with his elbows on his knees to hold his head up. His chest rose up and down heavily, fingers tangled with his h/c hair. JJ raises one eyebrow, sitting on the small table just a foot or so in front of the sofa. 

“Y/n? Hello, you with me? What happened?”

Y/n sucks his teeth, hands sliding down his face. 

“I’m so done with them, JJ.”

He didn’t have to say any names for the blonde to understand, it was almost always the same 2 or 3 people. And so he doesn’t ask any more questions, instead leaning closer to the boy in an attempt to give any sort of comfort. 

JJ Maybank didn’t know too much about comfort, after all. 

Years of not having the right comfort, not knowing how to give it, etc lead him to taking guesses, cracking jokes until one of the Pogues finally told him he wasn’t being helpful. 

Perhaps, that’s why he always felt so attracted to Y/n Cameron. 

“-I’m so fucking sick of it, they don’t,” Y/n pauses, trying to think of the right words to describe his mess of a family, “they fight, then pretend it’s all fine. And I normally can suck it up, or whatever, but I just- right now-“

He stumbles over words, frustration building up until he’s saying too many things at once to finish one thought, before another starts. 

However he’s cut off, rambling suddenly turned silence as he feels JJ’s hands now cupping his face. The boy had leaned forward, sitting just on the edge of the coffee table, his face a mix of confusion and worry. Y/n’s shoulders drop, melting into the warmth of JJ’s hold. 

“Hey, hey it’s alright-“ JJ comforted, finally getting a voice over Y/n’s thoughts. His e/c eyes finally move to meet the bold blues of JJ’s, swallowing a thick lump in his throat. “Just breathe, ok? I’ve got you now..”

Y/n listened, his shaky hands moving to rest on top of JJ’s, his face sandwiched in the middle. Eye contact never breaks between the two as the blonde coaxes Y/n into steady breathing, thumb shifting gently to rub comforting circles into his cheeks. 

As Y/n finally feels a sense of stability, now much more aware of the floor under his feet and the walls that surround him, he laughs. It’s not awkward, much closer to embarrassed than anything, and it’s just enough to bring a small sense of relief into JJ’s system. 

“I’m sorry, that was, sudden.” He laughs out, tilting his head up to the ceiling. But JJ doesn’t accept that, shaking his head. 

“Nope- no. No saying sorry.” He states firmly, his blonde hair falling messily across his forehead. He stands up, bringing the h/c up with him. Their hands have now separated, leaving a lingering warmth across the other teen’s face where they had been before. 

Y/n doesn’t even get a moment to protest, as JJ has already swung an arm around his shoulders and leads him to his bedroom. 

“JJ-“

“Nope, nah uh.” 

He turns around, them now standing in the middle of JJ’s messy room. “You-“ he jabs a finger into Y/n’s chest, “-just had a panic attack, amigo, you’re staying over here tonight.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow, a smile plays at his lips, amused. He no longer had any intentions of protesting, knowing that he didn’t want to leave anyways. Instead he turned around to watch JJ scrummage through his closet, following the boy’s figure with his eyes. 

A minute passed, standing in comfortable silence. And as Y/n continued to stare at JJ, a playful grin pulled the corners of his lips.

“You just call me ‘amigo’?” He asked, tapping his fingers on the dresser.

JJ paused, turning to look at him over his shoulder.

“Yes, actually, I did.” He replied, grabbing a sweatshirt from the closet and tossing it to Y/n. Neither boy made a move to change, though, nothing else than Y/n pulling the old “North Carolina” sweater over his head and running a hand through his hair.

“And you’re giving your ‘amigo’ a sweatshirt? How sweet-“ he teased, JJ simply rolling his eyes as the incident merely a few minutes prior seemed to be left behind. JJ didn’t know why he gave Y/n that sweater, this was the first time he had done that. Perhaps it was something in the way Y/n:s eyes had been so red and wide before, he wanted to see comfort instead.

The blonde settled onto his bed, Y/n following close behind and kicking off his shoes. He laid down next to him, shuffling around as he falls into the pillows. 

“Better not cuddle me, Cameron.” JJ joked, although said in a flat tone it wasn’t hard for Y/n to know he didn’t mean it. He would make jokes like that quite often, actually- Y/n already knew the outcome.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He jokes right back, getting comfortable on his side. 

But then as the minutes go by, hands ticking away slowly on the clock, it was predictably JJ himself who began to inch closer and closer. 

Y/n peaked one eye open, the warmth radiating from him so close, as his breath fanned lightly across his shoulder. Happens everytime.

“What were you saying, Maybank?”

“Shut the fuck up and cuddle me.” 

Blunt, yes, but in no more than a split second Y/n found his legs entangled with those of the blonde, ducking his face into the crook of JJ’s neck as a strong sense of home overcame him. 

This happened often, the teasing jabs that would only lead to such small space between their bodies. Though, that is how they liked it. Not even the beating heat of the summer could stop it, the restrictions that kept them apart in public but pulled them so close together in private. 

Because in private, there was no one else but each other to keep them company.