#kie x female!reader

[a-aexotic]

🌙 Can you please write smth with rafe and haunted pls ? i just know it would be so good 😭 tysm <3

ren's notes i got so excited when u sent this in, haunted is probably my fav rn on speak now omg! i hope u enjoy!! i also couldn't handle a sad ending so... LMFAO

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mention of breaking up, breaking down (😏 ifykyk), angst to fluff lowkey, ward being ward lol

summary. rafe breaks up with you and you break down.

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You felt as though someone had just went into your chest and grabbed your heart, smashing it onto ground time and time again when you heard the four words come out of Rafe's mouth.

He'd said it multiple times before but this time, it felt truly real. All those years of being together, down the drain.

"I can't do this anymore."

After everything he'd put you through, everything he did for you, he's just going to walk away? Leave you by yourself?

You knew that you and Rafe's relationship wasn't endgame but you thought he would stay a little longer. You didn't know that Rafe was going to leave this easily. You didn't know how he could, after what you did for him.

You couldn't even mutter a word as he stood up and left your room, walking away from you and now, your relationship again. You sat there for a couple seconds before comprehending what had just happened and then you cried. You cried for days and days, you couldn't even smile once.

Sarah had done everything she could to make you feel better. She wasn't your closest friend but she knew how much Rafe meant to you and since she'd introduced you two, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

You couldn't get out of bed for days and when you'd seen Topper posted a new picture with Rafe and a new girl, you broke down for the second time that week. He breaks up with you and gets with another girl not even a week later?

You and Rafe had been together for a while now. You've been on and off since freshman year but he never brought another girl into the picture ever. When you saw that picture, your world had truly come crashing down.

You tried convincing yourself that this was just one of you and Rafe's off period but this time, it felt truly real.

It was hard getting used to the fact there wasn't "Rafe and I" anymore. It's always been Rafe and you, always. Ever since you were kids, you were tied at the hip. Best friends to lovers, a cliche. But that storybook dream had come crashing down once Rafe had enough.

He couldn't handle the drama, the rumors. He didn't want to fix it with you, he wanted to leave. You couldn't even blame him because you've thought it, too. It was too hard for Rafe. He had enough on his plate already.

He didn't want to fight for you anymore. He just couldn't; you weren't worth it anymore.

It was hard to accept it but you did. You found a new boy easily and he almost made you feel the way Rafe did. You settled for him; no one would ever measure up to Rafe.

You compared him to Rafe. You knew that was selfish, but it was the truth. He could never make you laugh like he did. He could never kiss you, touch you, comforted you like Rafe.

He was perfect but he wasn't Rafe. No one could be Rafe and maybe that was a good thing but didn't feel right to live without Rafe.

You were at the beach, smoking a blunt trying to calm yourself. You'd just had another anxiety attack about going to college and leaving OBX. That'd always been your biggest fear and dream, leaving OBX to find yourself on your own in college.

You were leaving tomorrow morning and you were all ready and packed. The only thing that felt wrong was leaving without saying goodbye to Rafe. It'd been two years but you still thought of him. Not as often as you used to, but you still did. How could you just forget him? He was your first love.

You had a nice boyfriend and you felt like you were cheating every time you look at Rafe's instagram once in a while. You heard footsteps behind you and you looked behind you, your eyes widening.

It felt like the universe was truly listening to you.

Rafe Cameron, the boy who broke your heart at the ripe age of 16 was standing behind you, buzzcut and all. He looked so much more mature than he did a few years ago but he still had that boyish look in his eye, the one that you always admired.

His clothes were wet and face bruised, he was standing behind you. All the memories had come rushing back into your mind once you laid your eyes on his face.

"I-I went to your house and you weren't there." His voice was shaking. You noticed the smell of alcohol reeking from his clothes and the familiar white powder under his nose. "I wanted to talk to you."

"What?" You didn't mean your voice to come out so aggressive and emotional but it did. He took a seat next to you on the sand and he was so close you could smell his signature cologne he loved so much. It was your favorite smell of his.

He sighed. "I'm sorry."

Your face morphed into an angry one. "For what, Rafe? Breaking my heart?"

He nodded. He couldn't even meet your gaze as he looked straight into the sea. "Do you want to know why I left?"

If this was a few years, maybe even months ago, you would've said yes. You did care but you couldn't hear what you did wrong now. It would drag you back into a terrible place. "No."

He ignored your response, continuing. "My dad said you were too good for me. He said that you would realize that you deserved better and break up with me and it humiliate me so I had to do it first. That or marriage to tie you down."

You weren't ready for his confession. You didn't know how to feel; do you feel guilty? Sick?

He looked back at you. "I loved you. I did it for you."

You let out an exhale, looking back at him then on the sand. Everything made sense now. "Oh, Rafe."

"I love you." He whispered. "I realized now that I couldn't move on without telling you. You're... you're the only fucking nice thing I've ever had, and I wanted to tell you. When I heard from Top that you were leaving tomorrow, I just had to.. tell you."

You put your hand over his and you both looked into each other's eyes for the first time tonight. You leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N."

You felt a tear roll down your cheek and his gaze softened, wiping it as you sniffled.

[honeybear-yammy]

Room For One More?

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of drinking, sex toys, oral sex, scissoring, threesome

Pairings: Sarah Cameron x Female Reader x Kiara Carrera

Summary: In which Y/N, Kiara and Sarah go to Sarah's house after a party and soon after things take a turn.

Characters: Sarah Cameron & Kiara Carrera (played by Madelyn Cline & Madison Bailey)

Show: Outer Banks

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You were sitting in the back seat with Sarah and Kiara was in the drivers seat driving. Kiara was taking the two of you home from a party. It was one of John B’s parties and things got a little freaky between the three of you.

While you guys were at that party you were drinking as usual, well you and Sarah were drinking, Kiara made sure not to drink since she was driving the two of you home. While you and Sarah were drinking, Sarah kissed you.

You really liked it and the two of you started making out. Kiara was at first just sitting there watching the two of you while you made out then she butt in. She asked if she could join and of course you could never deny her.

They were your two favorite girls, you could never deny either of them.

Soon enough the three of you were swapping making out with eachother while one person watched. You found it hot to watch Kiara and Sarah make out and touch eachother, it was a turn on for you. And they felt the same way when they watched.

Now that the three of you were on your way home, you got an idea. You giggled and put your hand on Sarah’s thigh. Sarah looked at you with a little smirk and corked her brow.

“What are you up to y/n?” Sarah asked with a giggle.

“Oh nothing.. you just look so hot.” You giggled biting your lip. Sarah smirked and pulled you over and kissed you. Soon enough the two of you were making out in the back seat while Kiara was driving.

You both unbuckled your seat belts and you crawled over and got onto her lap, straddling her and kept making out with her. Sarah reached down and grabbed your ass while the two of you made out.

Kiara would sneak looks into the rear view mirror to look at you guys make out passionately for a few seconds before looking back at the road again. After a few minutes you felt the car stop but the two of you still didn’t stop making out.

“Sarah, were here.” Kiara said. You giggled and kissed Sarah before biting her lip and pulling back. You then sat back in your seat. Sarah giggled biting her lip and got out of the car. You got out too hopping into the passenger seat.

You and Kiara watched as Sarah walked away from the car when Kiara got an idea. Kiara rolled down the window.

“Hey Sarah!” Kie yelled. Sarah turned around to look back at the two of you. Kiara pulled you in for a kiss and the two of you started to make out passionately in front of Sarah. Sarah watched biting her lip then walked back over to the car.

Sarah walked over to the driver’s side of the car and stuck her head in the window a little.

“Got room for one more?” Sarah asked with a giggle. You and Kiara looked at Sarah then back at eachother and smirked.

“Of course. There is always room for you Sarah.” You said smirking.

“Come with me.” Sarah said with a smirk as she walked away to her front door. Kiara stopped the car and got out. You got out as well and the two of you walked over to Sarah. Sarah unlocked the front door and walked in, shutting the door after you and Kiara walked in.

“There’s no one home right now so, we have the house to ourselves.” Sarah said.

“Lucky us.” Kiara said with a smirk making you and Sarah giggle.

“Come on. Let’s go to my room then we can really get this party started.” Sarah said. The three of you walked upstairs to her room. The second you guys walked into her room, Kiara’s lips were on yours. Sarah bit her lip watching the two of you make out.

You pulled back and pulled off Kiara’s top, her black bra now revealed. You were wearing a dress so Sarah helped Kie pull your dress off. You had no bra on, just a thong. Kiara and Sarah stood there studying you, biting their lips.

Sarah was behind Kiara and Sarah unclipped Kie’s bra, letting it fall to the floor. You smirked and walked over. You rolled Kiara’s nipples between your thumb and index finger making Kiara moan out. As you did that Sarah got undressed and she was now naked.

Kiara pulled off your thong so you were naked too. You stopped playing with her nipples and unbuttoned her shorts then Sarah helped you pull them off. You then tugged off Kie’s panties. You kissed Kiara again and lead her to the bed.

You then broke the kiss and gently pushed Kie onto the bed. You got on the bed and spread Kiara’s legs. Kiara sat up on her forearms watching you. You pressed your thumb to her clit making her whimper.

“You’re so needy.” You said with a giggle making Kie giggle breathlessly. You then dived in. You licked a long strip up her folds making Kiara moan. As you ate Kiara out, Sarah walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers.

She grabbed a vibrator and a strap. Sarah then closed the door and walked back over to the two of you, biting her lip as she watched her best friend eat out her other best friend. You moved to Kiara’s clit, sucking on it making her moan out more.

“God you two are so hot.” Sarah said biting her lip. You giggled against Kiara’s pussy, making Kie moan. You then slid a finger into Kiara and began to thrust in and out of her, slowly picking up the pace with every thrust.

“I- fuck y/n.. I d- didn’t know y- you were so g- good at this.” Kiara moaned out, barely able to get words out. You smirked. Seeing Kiara this flustered because of you turned you on even more. As you ate Kiara out Sarah got behind you.

Sarah put the strap on. You felt Sarah brush the tip of it against your pussy teasingly, making you moan. The vibrations of your moan made Kiara moan out. You then slid a second finger into Kie’s pussy, making her gasp. Kiara clenched around your fingers, signaling you that she was close.

Sarah then thrusted into you, making you moan against Kiara’s pussy. Sarah thrusted in and out of you, slowly going faster with every thrust. You moaned out more, focusing on the brunette in front of you.

You kept fingering Kiara faster and you flicked her clit around with your tongue. Kiara threw her head back and put her hands through your hair.

“I- fuck I’m gonna cum!” Kiara moaned out.

“Come on, cum on my fingers.” You said before moaning out again. With that Kiara’s legs began to tremble and she came on your fingers and tongue. Sarah realized that you got Kie off so she pulled out and flipped you onto your back, only to thrust into you again.

“Fuck Sarah!” You moaned out. Sarah smirked and kept thrusting into you. Kiara sat up, still recovering from her last orgasm, decided to watch the two of you. As Sarah fucked you with the strap, Kiara reached over and grabbed the vibrator turning it on.

Kie put the vibrator against her pussy and moaned out, watching you and Sarah. You moaned out louder, the way Sarah fucked you gave you euphoria. Sarah grabbed your legs, putting them over her shoulders so she could get a better angle.

You felt a familiar knot growing in your stomach and you clenched around the dildo.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You yelled.

“Come on, cum for mommy.” Sarah said with a smirk. After a few more thrusts your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you came hard on the dildo. Sarah smirked and pulled out of you.

Kiara turned the vibrator off and smirked laying down on the bed. You moved aside knowing what she was going to do.

“Mm.. come here.” Kiara said to Sarah smirking. Sarah got the hint and crawled over and put both knees beside her head, her pussy hovering over Kiara’s face. Kiara grabbed her hips and pulled her down so she was sitting on her face and began to eat her out.

Sarah moaned out and you crawled over and pulled Sarah in for a kiss. Sarah rolled her hips as she made out with you. You pulled back and reached down to rub your clit but Sarah gently swatted your hand away then began to rub your clit for you.

You and Sarah both moaned out. Sarah kept rolling her hips then she started to finger you making you gasp and kiss her again. Kiara kept eating Sarah out as you and Sarah made out passionately.

You pulled back and Sarah kept rolling her hips, you could tell she was close because she started to have a harder time riding Kiara’s face. You could feel a familiar knot growing in your stomach too.

“Fuck I’m close!” Sarah moaned out.

“I’m close too.” You moaned out as well. After a few more thrusts from Sarah you came on her fingers. Sarah took her hand away from your pussy and kept riding Kie’s face. After a few minutes Sarah came too and got off Kie.

You and Kiara looked at Sarah then back at eachother and smirked.

“What?” Sarah giggled breathlessly.

“Oh nothing just.. we aren’t done with you yet.” You smirked. Sarah giggling biting her lip as Kiara got up. You giggled and gently pushed Sarah on her back on the bed. You put one of Sarah’s legs on your shoulder then began to grind your pussy against hers.

Sarah moaned out. Kiara leaned down and began to suck on Sarah’s breasts. Sarah put a hand through Kiara’s hair moaning loudly.

“Aw come on sugar, I know you can be louder than that.” You said with a smirk. Kiara stopped sucking on her breasts and started to kiss Sarah. You kept grinding on Sarah, your pace slowly speeding up.

You could already feel your orgasm approaching and Sarah was already close too. You rolled your hips faster against her and Kiara decided to get behind you. Kiara started to play with your nipples, rolling your nipples between her thumb and index finger making you moan out.

“F- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Sarah screamed.

“Come on, cum with me.” You moaned out. After a minute or so you and Sarah came at the same time. Kiara laid down and you got off Sarah laying between Kiara and Sarah. The three of you laid there catching your breath.

“Fuck that was so hot.” Sarah said.

“It really was.” You giggled breathlessly.

“We should definitely do this again sometime. I don’t know why we waited so long to do it.” Kiara said.

“You two should spend the night. Then we could having morning sex.” Sarah said with a smirk. You and Kiara looked at eachother then back at Sarah and smirked.

“Deal.” You and Kiara said at the same time.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[babeydollx]

Room For One More? (2/?)

Warnings: cursing, slight shower sex, threesome, sex toys

Pairings: Sarah Cameron x Female Reader x Kiara Carrera

Summary: continuation of part 1 lmao.

Requested: very highly requested lmao.

Word Count: 600+

a/n: here is part 2 finally lmao.

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

"Last night was amazing, wasn't it?" Sarah asked.

"Fuck yes." You said.

"Best fuck I had in so long." Kiara said. The three of you were laying in Sarah's bed together when you noticed that Sarah got an idea. You could tell it was a naughty one from the look on her face.

"Y'know, we really should get washed up after last night." Sarah said with a smirk.

"Yeah, we really should." Kiara said.

"Should we all go together?" Sarah asked with a smirk.

"Fuck yes." You said as you bit your lip. The three of you giggled and you all went into the bathroom. Sarah got the shower started up as you and Kiara stripped out of your pjs which were really just baggy sweatshirts.

Sarah then stripped out of her own top and once the water was at the perfect temperature, the three of you got into the shower together. The second you got into the shower, Sarah's lips were on yours. The two of you made out passionately until Kiara gently pulled you away from Sarah and planted a passionate and heated kiss on your lips.

As you and Kiara were making out, her hands slid up your wet body, moving up to your breasts. Once her soft hands reached your tits, she grabbed them and squeezed them gently making you whimper into her mouth.

You then felt Sarah come up behind you. Then, with zero warning, she smacked your ass making you jump in Kiara's arms. Sarah just smirked. 

"Fuck I want to taste you." Sarah said as she gently pulled you away from Kiara. Sarah made you sit down on the bench in the shower and then spread your legs widely. Sarah squatted down and then before you knew it, Sarah was eating you out.

You gasped and carefully rested your head back on the marble shower wall. As Sarah was eating you out, Kiara came over to the two of you and went over to Sarah. Sarah stopped eating you out for a moment and knew what Kiara wanted to do.

"Maybe we should finish this in the bedroom?" Sarah asked with a smirk. You and Kiara both nodded quickly. The three of you actually decided to wash up and hurried into the bedroom. The three of you barely dried off since you all were too excited.

Sarah quickly pushed you down on the bed and spread your legs again before diving back into your soaking pussy. You gasped and moaned out, putting your hands through her hair. As Sarah ate you out, Kiara got behind Sarah and began to eat her pussy.

Sarah moaned out, the vibrations from her moan making you moan out. You rolled your hips against Sarah's face as she ate you out like a fucking starving girl. Kiara and Sarah stopped. You whined and looked at Sarah pleadingly. 

Sarah just smirked and got up and grabbed something out of her dresser and then came back. Your eyes then widened when you saw that she had a 10in dildo in her hands.

"What is that for?" You asked.

"For you, silly." Sarah said with a smirk.

"Yeah, Sarah and I were talking last night and we started talking about how fucking hot you'd look with a dildo shoved inside of you." Kiara said with a smirk.

"But that's not all we have for you." Sarah said with a smirk.

"We have so much in store for you, pretty girl." Kiara said with a smirk as she caressed your face. 

"So, do you want what we have planned?" Sarah asked.

"Fuck yes, please." You said desperately. 

"Oh sweetie, you're in for a fucking treat." Kiara said with a smirk.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

[taloumina]

You, Me, and the Sea Turtle

Kiara "Kie" Carrera/Female Reader

Fluff

Spoilers: light spoilers for season 1, episode 6

Summary: You surprise Kiara with a “just because” gift.

When I was watching the first few episodes of season 1, I really thought Kiara was queer. Honestly, I would've loved to see her in a queer relationship!

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“Our planet is fucked.”

“So fucked,” you agreed, sitting with Kiara on an outdoor bench.

She glanced up at you from your shoulder where she was resting her head. “So what’re we gonna do about it?”

In a nonchalant tone, you suggested, “We can always kidnap some rich Kooks and force them to actually put their money where their mouths are.”

Kiara groaned. “God, the amount of good–real good–that Kooks could do if they weren’t so obsessed with all the wrong things, like making themselves richer… I wouldn’t feel guilty at all for bankrupting them. Don’t tell JJ about this, by the way, or else he’ll call me a hypocrite for never agreeing to his Kook-kidnapping schemes.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t, and neither would I,” you told her. “Might even be fun watching their fellow Kooks turn against them when they’re broke as hell.”

“It’d be the Hunger Games, only Kook style!”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Kie! If any cops could hear us right now…”

“We’d be so fucked!”

You laughed like a crazy couple, and when you were calm again, you said, “Okay, so I know we’re not big on gift giving, and it’s not a holiday, but I made you something.”

“Made?” Kiara echoed, watching you lean over to reveal the gift bag you’d been hiding out of sight.

“Yeah.” You hold it out for her, nervous now that this was actually happening. After weeks of working on it, you were finally giving her her gift.

“I, um… hope you don’t mind the plain brown bag.”

“Please,” Kiara said encouragingly. “I’d take one of these any day over some colorful crap.”

Seeing her smile eased your mind some, but any remaining worry in you was enough to twist your stomach as Kiara opened the bag. She gasped, pulling out a handmade stuffed animal she easily identified.

“A sea turtle?”

“Is it okay?” you asked.

“More than okay–it’s perfect!” Kiara brought you and the turtle in for a hug and only pulled away to ask, “Where did you even learn how to make this? Have you been hiding a secret talent from me all this time?”

“I wish,” you said, laughing again. “YouTube taught me everything!” You lightly touched the turtle. “I remember when you told me about saving baby sea turtles with Sarah, and I know you guys are cool now, but that story stuck with me, and I…” You shrugged and shook your head. “I just thought I’d–I don’t know–turn it into a stuffed animal you could remember it by. Does that sound stupid?”

“No, no way is that stupid! I mean, look at this face!” Kiara lowered her head to the turtle’s level and turned puppy-dog eyes on you.

“Like twins,” you teased, and if you were still worried about her hating her gift, then you definitely weren’t anymore. “I’m really glad you like it, Kie.”

She sat back, holding the turtle in her hands. “(Name), I love it, thank you.” A smile curved her lips as she pat the turtle’s shell. “This right here is way better than anything mass-produced you could’ve found on a shelf.”

“Made with sustainable materials, too,” you added proudly, “and one other thing. Guess what it is?”

Kiara tapped her chin in feigned thought. “Hmm, does it involve the word love?”

“And if I say it does?”

“Then I’d do this.” Kiara kissed you, and neither she nor you were bothered by the fact that the turtle was still there.

The three of you were happy to sit and enjoy the day together.

[singmyaubade]

Shades Of Cool

toxic!dark!rafe cameron x female!pogue!reader

summary: you are just living your life, completely normal and free. but, what happens when rafe cameron decides that you are his? he's danger.

warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), dark!rafe cameron, choking, jealousy, violence, heavy smut..

a/n: i'm delighted I'm finally starting this, even if it took me so long. i genuinely hope you all enjoy this series. i understand that this a bit short, but the narrative is only getting started, so things will only get wilder! however, it is to be expected—this is a rafe cameron fic.

series

One thing that you hated about Outer Banks was how the heat still radiated at night, causing excessive amounts of water to be drank and a great amount of fans that blew hot air into your face.

It only made everyone irritable and only caused more arguments like now,

"I swear to god JJ, I am about to fucking murder you if you say another word," You hissed, giving him a glare as he mockingly grew scared.

"I agree," Cleo said before falling back into her nap.

"All I'm saying is that we have been moping around here for hours meanwhile we could be partying on the fresh beach and cool water," JJ replied, using his hands to represent the scenery to all of you.

"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Pope said, turning his head to JJ, "I'm already in tough shit with my parents for when you knocked over my great-grandmothers vase," Pope glared.

JJ put his hands up in defense, "I told you tequila makes me clumsy,"

"Besides every single Kook is there, including Rafe and if he sees Sarah with us, it will only bring another fight and you are not going back to jail," Kie warned, still closing her eyes while the fan blew the air in her face, blowing her hair.

"When have we ever been scared of Rafe?" JJ asked.

"When he gave me a full smackdown for doing my job," Pope scoffed.

"And when he almost drowned me," Sarah chimed in from across the room where she was laying on John B's legs on the carpet floor.

"And when he shot Sheriff Peterkin in front of us," John B added.

"And when-" Pope began.

"Okay that's enough," He said as you giggled, turning your head back to the fan.

You didn't know much about Rafe Cameron since you had moved to Outer Banks only last year and you had met the "star Pogues" a few months ago.

You had never really seen Rafe's face ever, only heard of him honestly.

But you didn't know if it was a bad thing.

All you had heard about was how evil and villainous he was which caused some places to be off limits for the fact that the boys couldn't handle another beat down with the Kooks and there was a greater matter at hand.

But still, you always were curious about "evil" Rafe Cameron.

"You guys are no fun," JJ pouted, sitting beside you on the couch.

You patted the lower part of his leg, "Poor baby," You sarcastically said to which moved his leg swiftly causing you to laugh.

Suddenly the lights and fans turned off as you all except for JJ groaned, knowing that meant the electricity was off you and you would have to deal with the heat and darkness.

Which meant the only choice was the beach party,

JJ cheered, "I win!"

You crossed your arms as you walked on the warm sand, lots of cheering and loud music around you. You could see the Kooks and the Pogues in their own groups, not daring to interact with eachother.

It was hard to get used to the fact that there were two groups of people based on economic statuses and that it meant that if you were one thing, the other one hated you.

You had never been to a place like that but you just kinda got used to it.

Yet you still could never tell which group was really which sometimes.

You were forced to walk around by yourself as John B and Sarah wandered off to a quiet spot while JJ started drinking with Kie as his babysitter and Cleo and Pope wandered around.

All of it sounded like a lot of third wheeling which made you stay away.

But you didn't mind being alone, you liked listening to the waves and watching the festivities that went along with a party.

And you knew that a beer would help you get more into the party festivities.

You walked over the keg where a man with a shaved head and a matching tank top and shorts poured himself a beer as you curiously looked at him.

You had to admit that he was one of the most attractive men you had seen before.

His lips were a perfect shade of pink and they were smooth like sucking on a cherry. His veins were bulging from his hands and you could see the peach fuzz on his jawline that you could only really see upclose.

You snapped out of your analysis as he looked at you as you waited there awkwardly, forming a smile on your face.

"Sorry to creepily stand here, I'm just trying to get a uh-" You said, pointing to the keg.

His face studied you for a second, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. You could tell by his face that he had never seen you before and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were a Kook or Pogue.

He chuckled, "Didn't mean to take so long, I wouldn't have if I had seen your pretty face sooner," He smirked, looking you up and down, causing you to blush.

You felt stupid for blushing over something that a man probably said to every pretty girl he saw but you felt something different about him.

You were taken aback by his boldness, "Do you say that to every women that waits for her turn on the keg?" You teased.

"Only the pretty ones," He replied, causing you to laugh.

"Smooth talker I see," You smiled.

"Always," He joked, "I swear I've never seen you around and usually, you know everyone in Outer Banks," He probed.

"Yeah, I just moved here last year," You answered, "I haven't made my rounds yet,"

"Figured," He said, "I would've definitely noticed you,"

"Pfft," You beamed, "I'm sure you would've walked past me on the beach, there are many beautiful girls here,"

"Nah," He laughed, looking off, "You are different from them,"

"How could you already assume that?" You asked, curiosity biting at you.

"For one, you aren't stuck up and preppy which is most the girls on this island," He grinned as you giggled.

"Ay, they aren't all like that," You replied.

"Most of 'em," He added, "But I don't pay much attention to them,"

"Figures," You said, eyebrow raising.

He saw your eyes move the keg and his cup before he offered his cup forward.

"Might as well take mine, I wouldn't feel proud of myself if I let you pour one yourself," He winked.

Great attempt at being a gentlemen.

"No no, I got it," You said before he shook his head.

"I insist" He said, his thumb grazing yours.

"Thank you," You smiled, "I'm Y/N" You introduced, taking the cup from him while extending your other hand for him to shake.

He shook your hand, "I'm Rafe," He replied with a smile as yours slowly fell.

The Rafe? The Rafe you were basically supposed to never interact with and who was the supposed devil? That Rafe?

"Rafe Cameron?" You asked, standing frozen.

"Guess my reputation precedes me," He joked as you didn't laugh but instead cleared your throat.

You took your hand back quickly, "Oh, i-it's nice to meet you," You cleared your throat, "My friends are waiting so I'm gonna-"

He clearly figured you out, "Pogue, I'm guessing?" He snickered.

Your face wrinkled, "Is that supposed to be a funny thing?"

"Hilarious actually," He answered, only angering you more.

"I don't see what's funny about that?" You crossed your arms with ur drink resting in your hand.

He wiped his jaw, "Must be tough at the bottom of the food chain,"

Your nose flared, "Must be tough being an elite asshole,"

He laughed, "I just think it's an unfortunate cause, I mean it's just unlucky," He smirked.

Asshole.

"Unlucky?" Your lip pursed, " I think what's more unlucky is thinking that your cool for a fucked up economic status that has been perpetuated on an island,"

"I just don't believe your friends belong on Outer Banks," He said, not a hint of hesitance in his voice.

He really believed in this bullshit.

"I mean you would really rather hang out with a group of dirty Pogues?" He snickered, looking off.

"Well I am one of them and they are my friends," You scoffed, "You seem more dirty than us," You insulted.

"Is that so?" Rafe mocked.

"Do you wanna talk about your father's dirty money?" You asked.

"I would watch that pretty mouth," He replied, inching closer.

"Or what?" You hummed, acting braver than you usually would.

"Fuck around and find out sweetheart," He came closer, breath fawning on your face.

The whiskey on his breath kissed your nose but not breaking your eye contact with him as you inched closer, eyes on his lips.

As he tried to close the gap, you threw the drink in his face. "Oohs" and snickers filled around the both of you as you stomped away from him.

He smirked, wiping the alcohol off of his face.

'What an asshole,' You thought,

Little did you know that Rafe only grew to like you more.

You found JJ and Kie sitting by the beach together as she laid her head on his shoulder. You were thinking about interrupting them but tarnish their moment, you choosing instead to call it a night and also you didn't feel like trying to find the rest of the group.

You were glad that you knew yourself enough to drive to the party considering that you got tired fast. You couldn't really see in the parking lot due to how dark it was and away from the lights.

You digged in your back pocket for your phone to pull out of the flashlight as you reached for your keys but dropped them instead in the process.

You audibly groaned as you searched on the floor in the darkness for the keys. You went on your knees with your flashing light, searching on the ground as you heard footsteps behind you, darting your flashlight behind you but seeing nothing.

You had a bad feeling but you thought it was paranoia because you were alone in the parking lot and maybe a little due to the interaction you had earlier with Rafe.

You couldn't stop thinking about how he came off as nice but switched so quickly into an elitist piece of shit.

Sounds like how they described him.

But still, there was a pit in your stomach that felt like butterflies when he grazed your thumb.

You sighed, pushing the thoughts out as you finally grabbed your keys, using the concrete-sanded floor push yourself back up off the ground.

Suddenly, you felt a cloth on your mouth and a hand covering your waist as your muffled screams filled the parking lot, trying to kick your attacker behind you.

You felt yourself drifting into the darkness as you screamed one last time,

And everything went black.

tags: @hysteriahall @avengersassemblee @lighttism @whereismymindnow @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @vi06ma01 @haven247 @vanessa-rafesgirl @blvebanisters @riordanness @aleidag1rly @muzanjackson22

[fandomxpreferences]

Caught In the Crossfire

Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader (both over 18)

TW: violence and guns, blood, injury, angst, I think thats it

Summary: JJ has sworn to protect you no matter what, but sometimes you give him a run for his money.

Word Count:2.6k

Ever since you were kids, JJ has been protective over you. But since the two of you started dating, it only amplified. He's been in more fights than you can count just because a man looked at you wrong and he almost drove you to the hospital over a stubbed toe one night because he was that worried. 

He insists that it's not just his job to look out for you, but his privilege. Truthfully you're not complaining. However, that's not to say you can't take care of yourself. Anyone who really knows you knows that you're not to be fucked with. 

When it comes to your friends, and especially JJ, you've been known to make reckless decisions if they're in danger. You and JJ only have each other, and there's nothing that either of you wouldn't do for the other. 

He's been a constant in your life since you were four years old, and the two of you have found solace in each other over the years amid your shitty home lives. It's no secret that you'd take a bullet for each other, he stepped in front of a shotgun that was pointed at you once. 

Which is exactly why you're in your current situation.

This whole thing is stupid, honestly. Barry got some bad intel, now convinced that one of you stole from him again. You may not be the brightest group, but you're not dumb. You wouldn't make that mistake twice. 

"Give me my fucking money, or somebody is going to die." 

Barry's voice is hoarse as he screams and your wide eyes lock with Sarah's. Everyone has their hands up defensively, and you stand helplessly next to Kie and Sarah as John B tries to de-escalate. 

"Barry, we didn't do it. I swear." 

The man isn't willing to listen to reason and time moves in slow motion as he pulls out a black handgun and points it directly at John Bs chest. You vaguely register Sarah screaming to your right but you're frozen in place as everything unfolds. 

That is until you see JJ step up. He puts his body between the barrel and his friend, standing less than ten feet away. A wicked smile overtakes Barry's face and your stomach drops.

"Looks like we have a volunteer." 

It's like a movie as the world seems to stop spinning, and that protective instinct takes over. You see the switch in Barry's eyes and your gaze darts to his finger twitching on the trigger. He's going to pull it this time. 

Your fight or flight takes control, and you've never been one to run. Within seconds you're shoving JJ behind you. He's taken off guard, unable to stop you despite his notable size advantage. Turns out that when you're flooded with adrenaline you have hulk strength. 

Barry chuckles darkly and tilts his head to the side. 

"Makes no difference to me." 

You're fighting JJ now, the two of you shoving against each other. He's about to pick you up and move you, but it's too late. It's only a span of maybe twenty seconds between you stepping forward and the flash of the muzzle. 

Everything happens so fast, it takes you a moment for your brain to catch up. There's a loud bang that causes your ears to ring, followed by a searing pain in your abdomen. Everything stops for a moment as Barry speeds off and the group processes. 

Nobody realizes you've been shot you realize; they're all breathing sighs of relief and talking about how scary it was. In their defense, you're standing still like you're okay and not screaming the way you always imagined you would if you were shot.

"Thank god his aim is shit." John B jokes, and everyone but you laughs.

Sarah and JJ seem to notice at the same time, their eyes widening in concern as they stare at you. It's only been thirty seconds, not enough time for the damage to fully reveal itself to them. 

Your hand comes down to your stomach as you feel something warm and you stare down at your blood-covered fingers. Your brain is struggling to keep up, unable to formulate a response to your now panicked boyfriend. 

"Baby, are you okay?" 

You're turned sideways, angled just enough that he can't fully see you. You always thought something like this would be more dramatic; maybe take more time. Turns out, it only takes about two minutes. 

JJ hasn't even had a chance to lovingly scold you for putting yourself in harm's way. You feel like you've been standing still with warm blood seeping through your shirt for hours, but in reality, it's only been a minute and a half. 

Sarah goes to reiterate the question, but you're not listening. Your ears are ringing; from the gunshot or blood loss, you aren't sure. JJ watches as you sway a bit and his entire world comes crashing down as your knees give out and you collapse in a heap. 

JJ is on the ground next to you in an instant, the rest of the group quickly following when they realize something is wrong. 

His eyes are swimming with fear as he looks you over and bile creeps up his throat when he sees the crimson liquid pooling on the ground around you. 

What ensues next is nothing short of chaos as JJ cradles your head and starts barking orders. 

"JB put pressure on that! Sarah, call 911 and tell them we need an ambulance. Pope, Kie, go find anything we can use to slow the bleeding!" 

Everyone scrambles to do as he says, not daring to question the man or hesitate for even a second. You've never seen JJ in such an intense situation, and the way he completely takes control with an even voice takes you by surprise. 

You cling to the thought as you try to stay awake and wonder how much worse this will hurt when the adrenaline wears off. 

You feel your eyes getting heavy, and despite your best efforts to pry them open they still start to flutter. You're hit with the realization that you're dying in the arms of the man you love, and a tear slips out the corner of your eye.

There's so much to do; you're not ready to go.

"Hey, I need you to stay with me, baby. Keep your eyes open for me."

You blink a couple of times, trying to fight off the blackness encroaching on your vision. 

"I'm trying."

Your voice is weak; JJ can tell you're using all your strength just to mutter out the two simple words. He gives you a watery smile as salty tears drip onto your face. 

"I know, you're doing so good." 

Your lip quirks up a bit and his heart soars, false hope filling his chest. 

"I'm gonna miss you. Will you miss me?"

Despite being only half conscious, the words come out crystal clear and JJ kisses the back of your hand. 

"I'd miss you so much, but we don't have to worry about that okay? You're gonna be fine and we're gonna live a long happy life together. They'll kick us out of the nursing home."

Your sight is blurry now as you stare up at him, and your body is trembling violently. 

"I'm scared."

JJ chokes down a sob and kisses your sweat-covered forehead. 

"I know, sweet girl. I'm right here, you're going to be okay. I'll keep you safe."

He can barely speak now as his throat closes up and he notices you go limp. 

"Y/N? Baby squeeze my hand, give me something. Anything."

He's begging and when you don't respond, all his composure falls away. Kie is back with a hand full of towels and JJ checks the pulse on your neck, barely feeling it against his fingertips. 

"Kie, do CPR!" 

She does as she's told and JJ can faintly hear sirens approaching. He watches your face for any sign of life and shoves Kie to the side when he finds none. 

"You're not doing it hard enough!"

All of his training from being a lifeguard two summers ago comes rushing back as he puts his weight on your diaphragm. 

"JJ, you gotta stop man."

Pope and Sarah are trying to pull him off as he openly sobs now, every muscle in his body straining against their hold. 

"I can't lose her!"

His arms cradle your body as he holds you to his chest, wails ripping from his lungs. 

"Please wake up. I still need you."

He doesn't even register the ambulance pulling up before he's ripped away from you. He watches as they work on you and load you up into the back before speeding off. 

Everyone is quick to hop in the Twinkie, taking off like a bat out of hell in the direction of the hospital. 

JJ is crying into Kie's shoulder in the backseat, everyone battling their own sorrow and tears. 

His hands feel sticky as your blood dries on them and he's suddenly painfully aware of the rust-colored stains littering his entire body and clothes. He can smell the metallic scent of iron and it makes his stomach turn.

JJ doesn't even wait for the car to stop before jumping out and sprinting into the ER. He's sure he looks like a madman with crazed eyes and blood-stained skin, but he doesn't care. 

If you die, you'll have sacrificed yourself to save him. That's simply not knowledge he's capable of living with, and he needs to know you're going to be okay. 

The receptionist looks like a deer caught in headlights as her eyes rake over his form and he skips the niceties altogether. 

"I'm here for my girlfriend, she was just brought in with a gunshot wound."

His words slur as he blurts them out and after a second she puts it together and gives him a sympathetic look. 

"She's in emergency surgery, sir. There's no update yet, I'm sorry." 

His hands slam against the counter and the woman who looks to be only a couple years older than him flinches.

"That's not good enough!"

She's about to respond when he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders yanking him back. 

"I'm sorry about him, he's under a lot of stress."

She nods with a weary smile and John B forces him over to a chair. 

"You're not doing anyone any good if you get kicked out."

It's dark by the time a doctor comes with any news, several hours having passed. 

As soon as he hears your name called, JJ leaps to his feet and rushes over. 

"Are you the boyfriend?"

JJ nods and the doctor sighs. 

"She lost a lot of blood. The bullet just barely missed an artery, a millimeter to the left and this would be a different conversation. We did a transfusion and were able to repair the damage. She's got a long road to recovery, but she'll be just fine."

JJ nearly collapses at the revelation and he feels four pairs of hands holding him up. 

"Applying pressure to the wound and providing CPR saved her life. You did good, son."

JJ nods, unable to speak and John B asks what they're all thinking. 

"Can we see her?"

The doctor ponders for a moment before nodding. 

"It's after visiting hours but given the circumstance, I'll make an exception. Only one of you though. The rest can come back at 8 am during regular hours."

It doesn't even need to be discussed and JJ follows the man silently. Nerves claw at his throat as he nears a door and he mentally prepares for what's on the other side. 

Part of him thinks this is a cruel joke and that you're really gone. He won't be able to breathe until he sees you with his own two eyes.

"She's still unconscious. She'll probably be disoriented when she wakes up, but we've got her on heavy painkillers. She shouldn't feel much discomfort."

The doctor pats him on the back before leaving and he takes a deep breath while pushing the heavy door open. 

Relief washes over him when he sees your sleeping figure on the bed. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he just walked into your room while you were napping. 

His eyes take in your appearance and fresh tears sting his waterline.

Your face looks peaceful but there's oxygen in your nose and IVs sticking out of your bruised arms. 

All things considered, you don't look too bad but his heart still breaks. Guilt eats at him and in typical JJ fashion, he blames himself. 

He should have known you'd try to interfere and stopped you. He failed at his one-sworn duty, and it almost got you killed.

His hand laces with yours as he sits in the chair at your bedside. He lets his head rest against your arm and just memorizes your scent and the feeling of your soft skin. 

Even though the strong aroma of iodine and hand sanitizer you still smell like cotton candy. 

He almost lost this. And he can't fathom never hearing your laugh again or seeing the way your nose scrunches when you get frustrated with him. 

He dozes off and a few hours later he's awoken by your body shifting under him. He wipes the drool from his mouth and looks up to see your eyes moving rapidly. 

He's watched you sleep enough times to know you're about to wake up and leans up to kiss your forehead. 

You blink a few times trying to place your whereabouts. The room is still dark because of the curtains, but you know it's foreign. 

The sterile tinge of alcohol burns your nose and your face scrunches up when you feel all the wires attached to you. 

"Am I in the hospital?"

Your voice is raspy from lack of water and JJ nods. 

"Yeah, you gave us quite a scare."

You roll your eyes playfully, and JJ thinks that even in the pale light coming from the machines you look ethereal.

"You know me, I've got a flair for the dramatics. Gotta keep it interesting."

JJ lets out a laugh and you smile brightly at the man you love. 

A thick air covers the two of you and you squeeze his hand. 

"I was so scared. I thought you were going to die."

Your heart clenches at how small he sounds and your hand reaches up to cup his cheek. 

"I'm sorry. I don't regret doing it, but I do regret causing you pain."

His head turns to press his lips to your palm and he lingers for a moment before pulling back just slightly. 

"I'm not mad. It's my job to protect you, just maybe don't give me so much overtime."

He has a teasing smile on his face and you can't help but laugh. It's silent for a beat before you speak again. 

"This place is definitely haunted."

JJ stares at you for a moment and chuckles.

"Oh, for sure."

He pauses for a second then lurches forward. 

"Boo!"

You gasp and slap his arm, playful disapproval on your face. 

"Don't do that!"

You're interrupted by a knock on the door and look over. 

"Hey, there she is!"

You're greeted by the rest of the pogues and open your arms for a hug. They each take turns embracing you, being careful of your injuries, and take a seat. 

"So, did you see a white light?"

Sarah kicks John B with a scolding glare and you giggle.

"It's okay. No, mostly just blinding pain and then darkness."

JJ looks down and you can tell it's hard for him to hear. 

"Enough about that, tell me something funny."

The group dissolves into conversation and laughter, a smile on your face as you look at your found family. 

"I'm so happy you're okay." JJ whispers and you look over at him. 

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Maybank."

[whowantslovergirl]

Spoiling you

JJ Maybank x kardashian rich! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: jj being made fun of (jokingly),cursing, established relationship, kissing, Y/N being a triggering type of rich LIKE WHAT YOU MEAN 500,000 DOLLARS IS CHEAP, just cute fluff

outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/N loves spoiling JJ

posted: January 9,2024

When Y/n the richest girl on the island and JJ the poorest guy on the island got together everybody thought they were doing some big dumb joke. But it was definitely real.

JJ’s friends always make fun of him for it of course jokes only. Y/n’s friends always say she can find better but she is never budging.

Only downside for JJ is that Y/n’s love language is giving gifts and she loves spoiling him. He always says how it’s not needed but she doesn’t care. One time he came to hang out with the newest phone, even Kie didn’t have it yet.

“Woahhh new phone Jay?” John b says seeing the phone. “Fuck off alright yes I have a new phone.”

“Y/n got it for you?” Pope asked. “Of course she got it for me. I told her I didn’t need this but she got it anyway.”

“I think it’s sweet that she gives you stuff for no reason.” Kie said playing with the phone.

Of course JJ loved the phone but he just likes earning things instead of it being handed to him.

______

“Ok close your eyes!” Y/n said while looking for his gift. “Y/n I swear if it’s something big-.”

“Shut up! Ok hold out your hands.” He did and he felt a box in his hand. “Ok open!” And he did.

It was a watch and not any watch,

a fucking Rolex. The newest model at that.

“Y/n what the fuck! This is like a 500,000 dollar watch!”

“Do you like it? I even got it customized for you. It has P4L in the band. And don’t worry about the price, pretty cheap for Rolex.

Only Y/n would think half a million is cheap.

“Yea I love it but I can’t accept this. I just know this was lot of money.”

“Yes you can and you will! Ok? I love you.”

“I love you too Y/n” and they shared a kiss.

“And you better wear this all the time it was such a pain to get this.”

_____

“A Rolex?!” Kie exclaimed.

“JJ do you know how much these are?” Pope asked and JJ nodded.

“She spent half a mil on me.”

“What the fuck?!” They all exclaimed.

______

JJ and Y/n were walking around with their hands intertwined.

“Wanna play 21 questions Jay?” He just nodded.

“What’s your dream car?”

His eyes widened. “Y/n you’re not getting me a car are you? I don’t even have a license!”

“No of course not! Just asking?” He didn’t believe you but after a lot of convincing, he gave in.

“Fine a nice starter car would probably be a dodge challenger.”

He’s so gullible.

“Alright cool I will be right back ok?”

He nodded and knew something was up.

_____

All the pogues were chilling around the front by the lake and they hear music blasting. They all turn and see a black car with a red bow on it.

Y/n stepped out of the car.

“Surprise Jay!”

They all just stood there.

“A fucking car!” Pope yelled.

“Oh my god I might get it with Y/n.” John B said.

“Y/n what is this!” JJ said walking up to her.

“It’s your car and I’m paying for your license and anything you need so you can actually drive it. Do you not like it?”

“I love it! It’s just a car?!”

“Look at the interior!”

He did and he can’t lie the inside is pretty sick. The drivers seat has his initials in it and the passenger seat has yours in it.

He fucking loves it.

He ran up to you and gave you a big hug and you giggled. “I’m taking it that you love it?” He just nodded enthusiastically. You hand him the keys and he instantly gets in with you and take it for a test drive.

You love spoiling JJ.

THREE MONTH BREAK IS CRAZY but im backkkkkkkk 👅👅👅👅

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Drunk Bliss

masterlist

pairing: jj maybank x female reader

warning: intoxication, mentions of alcohol, one suggestive innuendo

summary: you and the pogues - excluding jj - were at a party and you got so drunk they had to call your boyfriend to pick you up

a/n: guys i kinda hate this but i hope you don't ):

song: out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

"Maybe you should have some water!" Kie yells over the loud music while trying to take the new glass of alcohol from you.

"I- I don't neeeed water, Kieee- Kiara," you slur and squint your eyes at her.

Kie puts an arm around your shoulders, trying to stop your swaying. "You had about seven cups- which is way too much."

You look at your hands and try to count to seven with them. Kie laughs and brings you over to Sarah. "What should we do with her?"

"You should dance with me!"

"How can you dance if you can hardly stand?" Sarah giggles.

"S-standing is over- overraaa- overrated," you grab Sarah and Kie's hands, pulling them and slightly tripping on the way.

"One dance," Kie says and then leans over towards Sarah, "then we'll call JJ."

She nods and you three hold hands as you jump around carelessly to the music.

You stop suddenly and frown. The two girls look at you with slight head tilts. "What's wrong?"

You look around and your eyebrows raise, "Where's my boyfriend?"

Sarah and Kie glance at each other. "He's at home, he didn't want to come tonight."

You look at them with now teary eyes, "He didn't want to come with me?"

"No! No, I- I mean yes! He... he did, but uh-" Sarah bumps hips with Kie, asking her to help.

"Uh, JJ's at home because, um, he was making you a bracelet! Right, Sarah?"

"Oh, yes! Mhm!"

You sniff and wipe under your eyes. "I see. He's so sweet," you smile.

Kie turns to the blond, "You think he'll be mad when she's expecting a bracelet from him?"

"Hm, maybe," she shrugs.

You start walking and you see Pope sitting on a couch. "Pope! Popo! Pooooope," you fall onto the seat next to him. "How are you, my friend?"

Sarah and Kie follow and stand near the two of you. He looks at you and smiles, "I'm good. How are you? Having any fun without JJ-"

"No!" Kie and Sarah shout. "Don't mention him," they hiss. They learned you were a bit of an emotional drunk a while back.

You're eyes water again, "I miss him."

Pope moves you so that you can lay your head on his lap. He runs his hands through your hair soothingly. "How much has she had to drink?" Pope mouths to the girls.

They hold up seven fingers and his eyes widen. John B jumps over the back of the couch and lands on the other side of Pope. "Let's just call him?"

JJ was in his bed.

This is probably the first time he hasn't gone to a party with his friends. Who is he to miss out on free alcohol.

However, earlier that day, you and JJ were sitting on the beach together and you were ranting to him about your favorite book.

He asked you if he could read it, seeing as you were talking so passionately about it.

So here he was, alone in bed reading the book on a friday night. That's until his phone rings next to him. He grabs it and answers the call from John B.

"Hey," he says putting a bookmark in the book.

"Hey, man. Can you come get y/n?"

He sits up and gets out of bed. "Yeah? Why? Is something wrong?"

"Eh. She's just really drunk. Kie and Sarah are currently trying to stop her from taking some shots."

JJ laughs and starts putting on his shoes. "Alright I'm leaving now."

"Kay, see you," John B hangs up and JJ leaves.

JJ walks into the party and goes to where Pope and John B were talking.

"Ah, the man of the hour has arrived!" John B pats his shoulder. "She's over there," he nods his head to you.

JJ nods and walks over to you, Sarah, and Kie. When he gets behind you he puts an arm around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. "Hello, pretty girl."

You turn around and a bright smile goes onto your face. "JJ!" You put your arms around him and squeeze him in a tight hug. "I mis-missed you," you hiccup.

"I missed you too," he kisses your forehead. He nods at the other two girls. Sarah and Kie nod back with smiles and went back to dancing. "Why don't we head home, yeah?"

"Okayyy," you lean your head against his shoulder.

JJ walks you out and to the car. He puts your seatbelt on and then goes into the driver's seat.

As he drives, your head faces him and admire him. "You are like, soo pretty."

His head turns you you with a boyish grin before he looks back at the road. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're like, soo gorgeous."

You look out the window and giggle to yourself. He glances at you and chews his bottom lip.

"Oh!" You sit up straight, "Are you almost done with my bracelet? I want matching ones with you."

His loving face turns to one of confusion. "Bracelet? What bracelet?"

"Sarah and Kie said you stayed home to make me a bracelet," you frowned.

"Umm, I stayed at home to read your book, remember?"

"Hmm. Oh yes! Can we make matching bracelets still?"

"Of course we can. Tomorrow when you're able to. I don't think you can use the string correctly with all that alcohol in you."

"Whatever you say, Jay," you say and then laugh. "That rhymes."

"It does," JJ nods.

"JJ, I'm hungry," you sigh.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"You," you grin.

He looks at you with a blank face when you burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Maybe. No, I'm not."

He smiles and reaches over to hold your hand. "Silly girl."

"I'm going to take a nap," you put your head against the window.

"Alright, love. Dream about me?"

"Always," you lazily grin at him while your eyes flutter shut.

[princessbrunette]

OUTERBANKS: THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU — THE LORE ♡

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CW: depressing tones, violence, death, blood, gore.

AN: okay, so i don’t really know what this is — but i wanted to open this up as an au i could write drabbles for with reader x character and i decided to write some extensive lore behind the universe i’m creating. i’ve always loved zombie media so i wanted to combine my fav things n create this little au for you guys. this isn’t really a fic but more so an opener to inspire drabble requests n ideas in my inbox, kind of like an experimentation. okay, hope you enjoy !! ౨ৎ

“We got gate one locked down, I repeat Pope— we got gate one locked down. Proceed with opening gate two. Over.”

“Got it, thanks JJ. Over.”

The squealing of mechanics shakes the dusty ground as the old gates begin to slowly slide, squealing as they open up revealing the long forest road up ahead. John B readies himself for a simple supply stake out, headed out alone to check out an old warehouse one of the runners had scoped out a week prior. As he exits the gates, he looks right and then looks left — stepping on the squishy skull of a previously dealt with Infected, its body lulling out from the old rickety grafitti’d sign reading Kitty Hawk.

The world went to shit back in 2020. Some sort of pandemic that had people biting others, their brains overpowered by aggression and hunger for flesh. One day everyone was cleaning up the beaches after Storm Agatha, the next day people were tearing into flesh right infront of your very eyes. At first, the people of the Outerbanks had moved out onto their boats, living out on the water with the occasional supply run. It worked for a while, the infected couldn’t swim so as long as your boat was afloat — you were safe from their bloody unforgiving jaws. However, supplies started to run out pretty fast, and people began to turn on eachother. Hopping boats and pirating until no one was left standing and the water was tainted with blood— the infected gathered on the shore to feast on the bodies slowly being washed up by the tide.

The pogues had found you by week six, your body curled on the pier by the Chateau crying into your hands having lost everyone you’d ever known. You were sure to soon perish— no supplies, no weapons, no food. Life had become bleak, hopeless — until for the first time in your life you’d felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed to the back of your head.

“Who are you and why are you out here?” Kiara barks, a khaki green bandana tied to cover her nose and mouth.

“I’m— i’m just looking for shelter. I don’t have any weapons on me I swear I’m safe, please just —”

“Are you bit?”

“No!”

“Turn around.”

When you slowly turn, you’re met with two female faces, one more familiar than the other. Besides Kiara stands Sarah Cameron— a girl you went to school with. She looks more unsure than Carerra, hand resting on the pocket knife wedging out of the waistband to her denim shorts.

“I don’t think she’s bit Kie… hey, I think I know this girl.”

It was Sarah who had convinced Kiara to bring you back to the Chateau and let you stay. It was also Sarah who got you accustomed, explaining the role everyone played. She was a negotiator, her social ranking in the old world aiding her in communicating with people outside of the barricades they’d made. Kie was in charge of supplies, stock take and recruiting. She decided who was in and who was out. Pope was the brains, did all the mathematical equations to help the group understand their circumstances and chances of survival better. JJ, a fighter — most skilled in dealing with firearms and building bombs, which came in pretty handy when clearing out what was left of Kitty Hawk. John B was their leader, he often came up with the main strategies and stuck his neck out on the line.

Everyone was their own cog in the well oiled machine they’d built to aid them in surviving an apocalypse. It was uncertain what you could bring to the group until you’d mentioned that you’d been studying to be a nurse.

“S’good thing you come in useful ‘cus I was totally gonna suggest we use you as bait. Y’know, cos of the whole doe eyed damsel in distress thing you got goin’ on.” JJ jests with a smirk, and you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you to make sure you knew he was only kidding around.

You became a lot more useful for patching people up once you’d cleared out Kitty Hawk. The pogues and yourself had began to collect a larger group of survivors, creating a small town to live in what once was the behavioural-correctional camp. You’d collected gardeners, seamstresses, doctors — people of all ages looking for shelter and safety to live in the many dormitories the land had to offer. You had the evening shifts, patching up any runners that had return from their time outside of the gates with injuries.

You remember the day Sarah got bit so clearly.

The Twinkie had come barrelling through the gates so fast, the townspeople that protected the entrances barely getting them open in time before the vehicle was speeding in— Kiara and John B ushering the blonde out the doors yelling out for you urgently with devastation in their voices, begging you to amputate the arm she’d been bitten on.

The pogues had gone for what was promised to be a civil meeting with Ward and Rafe Cameron. The two had taken over what was left of Kildare, creating a strong colony in a gated community that Ward had just come into possession of right before the outbreak. They were feared, respected — and they wanted Sarah to return to them.

Of course, the meeting was a set up— and when Sarah had refused to go with them — they opened fire, attracting rogue infected to swarm in on the group. In the chaos, Sarah was bitten — and JJ in a fit of rage had shot Ward Cameron straight through the skull infront of his only son. This started an all out war.

You recall arriving to Sarah, and your heart sinking. It was definitely too late, her eyes blood shot and skin uncharacteristically pale. She was whispering “Its okay.” Over and over. You wasn’t sure if she was convincing you or herself.

Kiara took her out to the forest to put her out of her misery before she got the chance to turn into one of the brainless monsters that had existed outside the gates. She was stronger than you could ever be, holding back her tears as she aims the barrel to the blondes head. You weren’t there, but you heard the gunshot as you were patching up JJ who was skimmed by a bullet. You slept by his side that night without uttering a word about it.

Everyone got a little more serious from that point on. You often stared at the heart with her initials she’d carved into her old bunkbed that now sits empty in her dorm, her things laid out like she was still coming back to collect them one day. John B got a little more stern as a leader, over protective of you as he made it clear he didn’t believe you’d be able to protect yourself out there — banning you from leaving the gates. JJ became a more ferocious fighter, busying himself with target practice out in the forest shooting bullseyes each day to ensure he could quickly take down whoever he needed to. Pope got more reserved, more moody — hanging out by himself infront of maps or in the radio room with Kie trying to find new survivors. Occasionally, just occasionally — the bunch of you would get together and drink round a camp fire. Things would feel normal again, just for one night — the group laughing and telling stories the same way they might have done before the outbreak.

You wondered how long this could last, if there was ever an end to any of this. You also wondered if there was a reason to it all happening, if you were being punished for the way you’d behaved as human beings. Mostly though, on a day to day basis— you wondered when Rafe Cameron would return for his revenge. It was only a matter of time.

[daltonsluvr]

THREE TIMES , ONE MOMENT

pairing : jj maybank x female reader

warnings : underage drinking , swearing basically just a lot of fluff .

summary : three times where everyone can see how much you and jj like each other , and the moment where you finally confess .

note : this fic is set both before & during the events of season 1 , it’ll make slightly more sense when you read on . there are some plot inconsistencies , but let’s just ignore them for the purpose of this imagine .

ONE. BEACH DAY

To say you loved the ocean was an understatement. It seemed often that you spent more time in the sea than on land, whether it be surfing, swimming or simply paddling in the shallow depths of the water. As a pogue, you’d grown up near the beach, wading into the cool water often as a child, longing to feel the waves against the ankles. And you were no different even now, years later.

All of the pogues knew of your love for the ocean, though perhaps none more than JJ Maybank. It was where you first met, after all, both of you surfing amongst the waves, unaware you were about to meet the person you’d call one of your best friends.

You were all by the ocean for a weekly beach day - a tradition which you had founded, naturally. Kiara was helping you make a rather elaborate looking sandcastle, while the boys were running out of the sea, hair dripping wet & holding their surfboards.

You looked down to focus on your sandcastle, but the feel of water dripping on your head made you look up, only to see a certain blonde smiling down on you.

“Come to the water with me?” JJ grinned at you, offering you a hand to help you get up.

Nodding, you accepted his hand, and he pulled you up. Hands still interlocked, you both ran to the water together, laughing as he tugged you along towards it.

The feel of the waves crashing over your feet relieved any stresses you had almost immediately, as did the feel of JJ’s hand still gripping yours. The two of you ran out further into the ocean, laughing with every step you took.

You eventually waded out far enough where the water just reached your waist. The sight mesmerised you: the waves gently washing over each other, the sun setting in the distance. It was all so beautiful.

And it just so happened that JJ thought the exact same thing, only about you. He had liked you for quite a while, though unlike his true JJ nature, he was scared to tell you. Perhaps he was scared of what you’d say in response, or maybe he just didn’t know how to express his emotions properly. Either why, he hadn’t told you about his feelings for you yet.

Though you were the only one who seemed to not notice. All of the other pogues - Kie, Pope & even the otherwise oblivious John B - knew of JJ’s liking for you, and they were ever so sure that you reciprocated his feelings.

“Just look at them!” Kie awed from her place on the towel, watching the two of you in the ocean as you splashed each other and tumbled into each other’s arms. “Aren’t they cute?”

“Has JJ really not told her yet?” Pope said, shaking his head as he leaned closer to see the two of you better.

“Put it this way. JJ’s not scared of shit, but he’s scared of telling her, and that says something.” John B shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle which he’d brought with him to the beach.

“Whatever, he’ll tell her soon, I’m telling you,” Kie shrugged her shoulders casually, still looking on at the two of you, rather like a proud mother. “I’d be willing to bet on it.”

“Wanna bet, then?” said John B with a smirk, extending his hand for Kiara to shake. “I say he won’t confess for a year, you say he will. Winner gets $20.”

“You’re on.” smiled Kiara, taking his hand as all three of the pogues looked back at the sea at you both, just in time to notice the grins playing on your faces as you ran back to land, your arms tightly around JJ’s neck as he carried you, the two of you looking as happy as could be.

TWO. CLEAN UP

“Stay still, it’ll sting more if you move.” you said quietly, holding a wet rag to the side of JJ’s head, which had a cut along it. Presumably from his father, though you knew better than to talk to him about his dad. You were sitting on the couch arm while JJ sat on the cushioned part, the two of you sitting close together while you helped clean his wound.

“It hurts like shit,” JJ whinged, though you paid him no attention. You both knew that the only way he’d recover is if you continued cleaning up the cut before it got infected, no matter how small it could be considered to be.

“It’ll take a minute longer, and then it’s done,” you hummed, removing the cloth to examine the cut closer. You reached for a bandage to put on the cut, and you watched as JJ winced as it was put on. “There, finished.”

JJ stood up to take a look at the cut in the mirror, only to see it bandaged up. He smiled at his reflection, before turning to you. “Thanks, really. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Not really,” you shot him a smile back, getting up to put the rag away. “I just helped-”

You were cut off by a JJ shaped figure wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up, your feet leaving the floor.

“JJ!” you said, grinning as he twirled you around humorously, the pair of you laughing as the room became dizzier around you, and as your cheeks flushed pink ( both from the adrenaline and being in each other’s arms ), you realised just how much you liked JJ, genuinely.

And it seemed someone else was realising as well. Sarah Cameron was sat outside, shades perched on the top of her head, watching through the window with the rest of the pogues at the two of you, the grins on your face visible even through the distorted view.

“So are they-?” she asked, looking at the people around her. It was her first time meeting the pogues, and though they didn’t exactly meet eye to eye, they had at least one thing in common: they were all far too invested in the story that was yours and JJ’s love lives.

“Not yet,” Pope said, joining her to look at you both. “But we think pretty soon they will be.”

“They aren’t?” Sarah raised her eyebrows, turning to look at the pogues, who all nodded exasperatedly. She turned back, shaking her head. “Dear lord, you pogues are clearly as oblivious as you look.”

THREE. MIDSUMMERS

The only reason you were all dressed up that evening was because Kiara insisted that you had to come, or she would not attend. And so her parents ( rather unwillingly ) allowed their daughter to let her best friend come with her to the highly anticipated Midsummer’s Ball.

Kie had let you borrow one of her gowns, because you owned only one dress, and your cat had ripped the hem of it. It was light green and looked almost identical to her own, but you wore a simple green headband with yours as opposed to a flower crown.

You knew that JJ and Pope would also be at the ball, in a secret mission that the rest of you pogues had crafted out. Which is why you kept a look at the door no matter who you were talking to, perhaps hoping that you would see him walk through at any moment.

Kiara had left you alone to go and talk to her parents, and so you were by yourself, stuck on the outskirts of the dance floor with no one to talk to. You didn’t mind too much; you certainly didn’t want to talk to any fascist kooks, anyway.

“How the fuck are you here?” you heard a voice from behind you, and you turned around to see Rafe Cameron, kook royalty, standing beside you, drink in hand as he looked sceptically at you. “You’re no kook.”

“Guest of the Carreras,” you shrugged nonchalantly, turning you attention away from and back to the dance floor, not bothered to see his reaction.

“Yeah, well where’s your boyfriend at? You know, the one you’re never seen without?”

“Who- JJ?” you turned back around to look at him. Rafe was smirking: he’d clearly said it to get a reaction out of you. You mentally kicked yourself for letting him get to you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well, it’s you who made that assumption, not me,” Rafe raised his hands up in surrender, and winked at you, before walking away. You simply rolled your eyes. It was just Rafe being Rafe, right?

No more than ten minutes later, you spotted JJ with Rafe and his cronies. So that’s why Rafe had made that comment. Go figure.

You saw JJ run out, and you watched as he looked at you, indicating for you to join him. You looked at Kie, who nodded at you, before the two of you ran out after them. Kiara ran to Pope and you ran to JJ, his arms lifting you up as you reached him, laughing along with you.

“You look beau- nice. Really nice,” JJ said, almost as a throwaway comment, though you took it as something more.

“Thank you,” you smiled, trying to shrug off the heat that started to climb up your cheeks. “You do as well, the waistcoat suits you.”

“Oh really? You like my waiter disguise?” And just like that anything Rafe had said before was forgotten, the two of you were back to joking together as you normally would. But when you turned around to see Rafe mouthing ‘Told you’, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right about your feelings for each other.

CONFESSIONS

The bonfire light flickered on both of your skins as the two of you sat by the fire, close together, but not touching each other just yet.

You both kept sending looks at each other: little glances that could easily be misinterpreted as friendly looks, though you both knew now it was something more. You were ever so sure.

“Why’d you keep looking at me like that?” you asked him suddenly, breaking the silence between the two of you. If you didn’t have alcohol in your system, you may never have had the courage to ask him, but you were fed up of unanswered questions.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you were being bolder than usual, more abrasive, but you had to know if it was reciprocated.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong, because I don’t,” he said. He was being annoying, you were sure of it, having known him for so long.

“Quit playing, Maybank. What’s going on between us? Are we friends or are we more?”

Silence. No response. Your worst fears true, you looked in his eyes for an answer, but you got nothing. Then, you felt the space between you close. His lips on yours, you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

It was unexpected, but a good surprise, nonetheless. His lips felt soft; warm in comparison to your rather cold ones, and it felt nice. You had kissed boys before, though those kisses never mattered. This one did, this one felt right.

When you parted, you couldn’t help but laugh with him, at both of your obliviousnesses and at the fact that your first kiss was unexpected for at least one of you.

“More. Definitely more,” he laughed again, a warmth in his voice. His arm was now wrapped around your shoulder, and the two of you huddled closer together, as if the warmth exuded from the fire wouldn’t reach the both of you unless you were together. And as you looked around you, at the beach and more importantly at him, you were happy.

And if you had thought to look further into the distance behind the two of you, you would’ve seen a rather smug looking Kiara being handed $20 by John B, who couldn’t seem to care less about losing the money.

[carmensbloggg]

976-EVIL

ᯓ★ j. maybank x female (kook) reader

synopsis : jj has been obsessed with reader since the moment he first saw her. one day he plucks up the courage to talk to her, to his surprise, all goes well

warnings : use of y/n, language, all in 2nd person, not proofread

a/n : i love jj x kook reader so much they have my whole heart

Crack a smile and wave

It doesn't scare me away

Hit the brakes

I feel like cruising with you too

“Look, it’s your girl,” Kie half jokes as she points towards you walking into The Wreck. JJ’s head immediately snaps up to look at the pretty girl that had just walked in.

The first time he ever saw you was on your way back home from school. He could tell because you were still dressed in your uniform; skirt rolled short, socks pulled up to your knees, tie wrapped perfectly. Everything about you looked so flawless. There was one thing though, your mascara had run down your cheeks, your eyes were glossy and your nose was red. You had bumped into him and were quick to apologise as he helped stabilise you. You were gone as quick as you came and he thought he would never see you again.

Boy was he wrong.

The second time he saw you was at a kegger on the boneyard. You were with your friends at the shore, anyone looking at you would see you all were clearly intoxicated. JJ wasn’t looking at your friends though, he was only focused on the light pink dress that adorned your curves. Your plush thighs that were on display, your tits that almost spilled out the top of your dress. Your platform flip flops that made you appear taller, only by a few inches. Your lip gloss that reflected in the moonlight as you laughed with the girls around you. You shook some hair away from your face, allowing it to flow freely in the wind. He thought you were the most pretty girl he had ever seen as he kept a close eye on you. He had no intention whatsoever of going over to you and introducing himself, you were drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember him. His eyes remained on you the whole night, making sure no one approached you and that you were safe.

The third time he saw you was at Midsummers. John B had told him to give a note to Sarah Cameron, and you being a kook was there too. You were crying, once again, and running away from Ben Madden. JJ watched as Ben tried consoling you and failed as you slapped him and ran out the doors into the house, assumingly going home. He wanted to help you, he really did, but he knew you wouldn’t want a pogue like himself to calm you down.

And that brings us to the fourth time, right now at The Wreck. He should’ve expected it honestly, where else would a kook girl go on a Saturday? Nevertheless, he enjoyed your presence and the ability to watch you. His friends however, do not enjoy when JJ watches you. Pope has told him countless times that his ‘need to protect you’ is not healthy and Kie just hates that you distract him so much from their plans without even knowing. John B doesn’t seem to care, but he does get annoyed from time to time when JJ ignores him. Obviously the boy doesn’t mean to do it on purpose, you’re just so captivating.

“JJ,” Kie sighs before Pope chimes in. “Are you ever going to actually talk to her? Or just stare at her whenever she’s around,” Pope asks rhetorically, every one of course knowing the answer. “I can’t talk to her, she’d probably get scared and walk away, and then everyone would know JJ Maybank has no game,” his head rests in his hands as sadness makes itself clear on his face. “This is depressing,” Pope deadpans and JJ lays his head on the table.

Just as silence falls over the table, John B catches you looking towards JJ. “JJ, dude, look up,” he shakes his friend, making sure you’re still looking. Confusion washes over your features as John B tries so desperately to get JJ to lift his head up. JJ reluctantly raises his head and groans a “what,” to John B, who simply nods in your direction. Thankfully you’re still looking at JJ and the confusion washes away when he smiles and waves at you. You softly smile back and wave to him before returning to your own conversation, occasionally sharing more glances with the blonde a few tables over from you.

“JJ Maybank has game after all,” JJ smiles to himself. “You should talk to her,” Kie pushes him, only to be turned down. “I can’t, she’s with her friends,” he makes up an excuse. “Who cares? Go on, go,” John B pushes further, until he eventually gives in and walks over to your table.

He stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before clearing his throat. Your conversation comes to a halt at the suddenness of his presence. “Hi,” you smile softly up at him. “Hi,” he chokes out. No one says anything and you’re left making eye contact for a few seconds before you decide to speak up. “Is everything okay?” you nervously laugh a little at his shyness. “Oh, shit- sorry yeah, um a few minutes ago I smiled and waved at you and you smiled and waved back,” he begins to explain. “Yeah,” you smile and nod, recalling the moment shared. “And uh, now you’re talking to me so I was just wonderin’ if I scared you, but I’m guessing I didn’t because you’re still here,” his nervousness radiates through his tone. “You’re asking if you’re scary?” you almost laugh at the poor boy. He hesitantly nods, only now realising he had no plan whatsoever with this. “Scary? You? Not a chance pretty boy,” you giggle, surprised a little at your sudden boldness. A light red hue takes over his face as he slowly nods. “Can I get your number?” he manages to get out, he’s not really sure how though, the only thing in his mind is your words. “Mhm, of course,” you smile as you write your number on a napkin and hand it to him. “Thank you,” he says as he makes his way back over to his fiends.

“JJ Maybank has game after all,” he repeats as he waves the napkin in the pogue’s faces.

After about 15 minutes, your friends decide to leave, but not you. Confidence surges through you as you make your way over to the blonde pogues table, already planning the words in your head.

“Um, hi,” you nervously state to him and his friends. They all greet you, JJ being the last to do so. You recognised Kiara, you were friends with her during her kook year. “I was wondering if maybe I could go home with you tonight? If that’s okay with you of course,” you ask JJ, expecting a no in return. “Uh, sure, yeah, that’s fine, the house might be a little messy though,” he warns you. “That’s okay, messy is good,” you nod, being reminded of your own house which always looks like it was bought yesterday.

Obviously JJ isn’t going to take you back to his own house, god knows what his dad would do or say. The Chateau is really his only option here. “Yeah, of course, come on, we’re going now anyway,” he smiles, getting up from his seat and taking you out into the Twinkie.

“JB you okay to drive?” JJ questions as he throws John B the keys. The boy just nods and you and JJ get in the back. He slings an arm around your shoulder before introducing you to his friends. “So, that’s John B, that’s Pope and you already know Kie,” he points them all out and you nod along, saying hi to each one.

Eventually you make it to ‘JJ’s house’ and you’re shown to the guest bedroom JJ’s room, where both you and JJ sit on the bed. “Pretty nice house,” you comment, looking around. “It’s actually not mine, it’s John B’s, he just lets me crash here,” JJ admits to you. “Oh, do you think he would mind if I stay the night?” you ask, not really wanting to go home. “Probably not, he doesn’t really care,” the boy nods as you both slip into mindless conversation about anything and everything to do with your lives. It’s somehow so easy to talk to someone with such different life experiences than your own. JJ tells you all about his dad and how he and John B became friends and you talk about how your mother is so controlling and your parents fell out of love way before they even had you. JJ sympathises with you about every sad experience you’ve had, and you do the same for him.

After some time you both decide it’s probably best to go to sleep and find comfort in each other’s arms. It’s pretty safe to say the two of you fell in love a little more beyond physical attraction.

a/n pt2 : i don’t really get down with the ending but it’s gonna have to do 😭

[strstab]

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; you see a tiktok trend and decide to see if you boyfriend will help you participate in it

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; soft jj, kissing, video filming, hp & family guy references

a/n ; my first public writing, hopefully ppl see this. if y’all do send requests? i think you can do that.. but enjoy &lt;3

— tiktok in question —

scrolling on tiktok with kie sitting next to you, you came across a video of a girl putting makeup on her best friends face. you let out a small giggle at the thought of your boyfriend with mascara and pretty pink lips.

“what’s funny?” kie asked turning to peek at your phone.

you showed her the video and got up to go find your beloved boyfriend, who coincidentally, had just walked into the room.

“jj, can you help me with something?” you looked at him with pouty lips and sparkles in your eyes only he could see

he lifted a brow and grinned as he looked at you, knowing you were up to something, “it depends on what that something is, baby,”

kie let out a quiet laugh from behind you as she threw your phone towards him, letting him watch the video you previously showed her. knowing you’d be able to convince him happy or not, you started searching through the drawers of your vanity in hopes of having your makeup bag in one of them.

“no way,” jj scoffed with a shake of his head, “you’re not putting makeup on me.”

giving a knowing look to kie, she walked out and closed the door behind her.

this is where the fun began.

after 10 minutes of begging, smacking, pecks to the cheek and tugging, you finally managed to convince your lover to let you do his pretty boy makeup.

you sat on the counter of your bathroom sink with jj standing in between your thighs with his eyes looking straight at you.

“don’t give me that look” he said with a quick eye roll

you smiled as you uncapped the ‘better than sex’ mascara in your hands, “roll your eyes and i’ll poke your eye out with my wand.”

“wand? what are you a witch?” he replied with a soft grin. you lifted his chin and softly ran the inked bristles across his long lashes. god those lashes of his you wish you had. why were men blessed with female preferred features?

“i am, i casted a love spell on you a couple years ago,” you laughed and scolded him for blinking shortly after.

he stared at you in silence, admiring your pretty eyes that tend to crinkle when you smile. the soft lips he kissed every morning he woke up next to you. your perfect nose that just seemed to fit your face structure perfectly. everything about you he fell in love with more by the second, minute, hour, and day.

jj was never good at english class, but ask him to write an essay about you and you’d get a 20 page google document.

getting sucked out of his thoughts as you painted his thin lips a soft shade of pink, “what’s on your mind, j?”

“nothing, just how powerful your spell is on me. did you go to hogwarts, baby?” he questioned with a smile, pushing the strands of hair that covered your pretty face behind your ear.

“fuck yeah, i was fighting dementors and shit” you answered while filling in his eyebrows and putting highlighter in the corners of his eyes.

you finished after another couple of minutes and while pulling out your phone to find the audio you were going to use, jj spoke up with a concerned tone in his voice,

“are you actually going to record me in this?!”

looking up from your phone to look at him you saw his filled in eyebrows furrowed, “duh, that’s the point of the trend, j” you stated.

you weren’t going to let his worried expression get to you because you knew you’d be able to kiss it away in a couple minutes.

he let out a whine in protest but you had already started the video, doing your part, you lip-synced

“do you or do you not feel bonita?”

and with a turn of the phone, the camera faced him and he slightly panicked not knowing what to say.

“you didn’t tell me what i’m supposed to say!”

your lips shaped into an ‘o’ and proceeded to explain how to do the tiktok.

once again, with the flip of the camera jj awkwardly worded his part

“...uhm i feel bonita”

“wonderful, because you look bonita!” you grinned and went back to your phone to caption and post the video

jj pushed your phone aside and placed his lips on yours, in desperate need of affection. you let out a quiet gasp as you were caught off guard but kissed him back anyways.

he placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled away slowly. “do my lips feel prettier?”

you snorted, tilting your head in confusion

“y’know, because they look prettier, do they feel prettier?” he asked again, trying to explain his question

you placed another kiss on his lips and nodded, “yes they feel prettier, baby”

he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he peppered your face with kisses, leaving pretty pink marks on your glowing skin.

he smiled, pleased with the outcome of his make over.

a win is a win.

check out ocean eyes 🌅 water drops 🧴 & pretty present 🍰

WOAHHH FIRST WRITING HOW WAS THAT.??

hopefully people see this 😓

but anyways i’m a whore for some jj fluff, and the trend has been flooding my fyp so ofc i had to write for my love ❤️‍🩹

[honeybear-yammy]

Little Things

Warnings: cursing, smut, tit play, nipple play, nipple piercings

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Kiara is finally able to "admire" Y/N's new piercings after they have had time to heal.

Kinktober Day 14 - Piercings

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

"Are they healed yet?" Kiara asked with a whine. You had got your nipples pierced a few weeks ago and Kie was just dying to get her hands on your tits so she could see them finally. They of course needed time to heal though so, she had to wait for some time. You laughed and shook your head when you saw how desperate she was for just your tits.

"Come on, please tell me. Are they healed yet?" She asked impatiently. "Okay, alright, fine. I'll tell you." You said with a laugh. "Yes, they are healed now." You said. When you said that you saw Kiara's eyes light up. "Would you like to see them?" You asked with a devilish smirk. "Please?" Kie asked. You smirked and then slowly took your tight cropped tank top off before taking off your bikini top off, revealing your pierced tits to your girlfriend.

The brunette girl stood there in awe. She looked like a kid in a candy store. You smirked when you saw her reaction to your piercings. "Well? Do you like them?" You asked with a smirk. "Like them?" Kiara said with a smile. "Fuck.. I love them." She said. "Mm.. I'm glad you like them." You said with a grin. "Of course I do." Kiara grinned as well before leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

You kissed back lovingly and the two of you made out for a few minutes before Kiara pulled away from your lips. She kissed down your jawline, down your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body until she reached your breasts. She looked up at you with a smile before leaning over to your left breast and gently flicking her tongue over the pierced bud.

You gasped softly and whimpered as she did so. She smirked before switching to your right nipple and doing the same to it before drawing your pierced nipple into her warm mouth. You bit your lip, biting back a moan as Kiara gently sucked on your hardened bud. You put your hands through her long, brown curls as she continued to suck on your right bud. She pulled back before biting her lip, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face.

"Well, we can't let the other one feel left out now can we?" She said with a smirk as she leaned down and drew your left nipple into her mouth. You let your head fall back as she did so. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she continued to suck on your hardened nipple. She finally stopped before trailing kisses up your body and back up to your mouth before kissing you.

"Mm.. I love you." You said with a smile. "I love you too, babe." Kie said with a smile before kissing you lovingly again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[babeydollx]

Little Things

Warnings: cursing, smut, tit play, nipple play, nipple piercings

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Kiara is finally able to "admire" Y/N's new piercings after they have had time to heal.

Author's Note: this was from my Kinktober list from my other blog.

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, repost, or translate my work.

"Are they healed yet?" Kiara asked with a whine. You had got your nipples pierced a few weeks ago and Kie was just dying to get her hands on your tits so she could see them finally. They of course needed time to heal though so, she had to wait for some time. You laughed and shook your head when you saw how desperate she was for just your tits.

"Come on, please tell me. Are they healed yet?" She asked impatiently. "Okay, alright, fine. I'll tell you." You said with a laugh. "Yes, they are healed now." You said. When you said that you saw Kiara's eyes light up. "Would you like to see them?" You asked with a devilish smirk. "Please?" Kie asked. You smirked and then slowly took your tight cropped tank top off before taking off your bikini top off, revealing your pierced tits to your girlfriend.

The brunette girl stood there in awe. She looked like a kid in a candy store. You smirked when you saw her reaction to your piercings. "Well? Do you like them?" You asked with a smirk. "Like them?" Kiara said with a smile. "Fuck.. I love them." She said. "Mm.. I'm glad you like them." You said with a grin. "Of course I do." Kiara grinned as well before leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

You kissed back lovingly and the two of you made out for a few minutes before Kiara pulled away from your lips. She kissed down your jawline, down your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body until she reached your breasts. She looked up at you with a smile before leaning over to your left breast and gently flicking her tongue over the pierced bud.

You gasped softly and whimpered as she did so. She smirked before switching to your right nipple and doing the same to it before drawing your pierced nipple into her warm mouth. You bit your lip, biting back a moan as Kiara gently sucked on your hardened bud. You put your hands through her long, brown curls as she continued to suck on your right bud. She pulled back before biting her lip, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face.

"Well, we can't let the other one feel left out now can we?" She said with a smirk as she leaned down and drew your left nipple into her mouth. You let your head fall back as she did so. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she continued to suck on your hardened nipple. She finally stopped before trailing kisses up your body and back up to your mouth before kissing you.

"Mm.. I love you." You said with a smile. "I love you too, babe." Kie said with a smile before kissing you lovingly again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[deltaharrington]

NOT CRAZY PT 1.

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship, mental health, possessiveness.

SUMMARY: You follow Rafe and Barry to Kiara and JJ, allowing you to witness just how fucked up your boyfriend is.

PART 2

“Why do you have to go? I thought we were spending time together today” You asked your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso.

You were currently cuddled up to the blonde kook on the patio of Tannyhill. You two were supposed to spend the day shopping, but his plans had changed with one phone call.

“I’m sorry, babe” Rafe said and sighed “I’ll be back later, I promise” He said and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

He was doing this so you wouldn’t follow him.

He knew you better than you knew yourself and he couldn’t risk losing you. He had put on a caring boyfriend facade and he didn’t want to break that.

Rafe had been obsessed with you ever since he first saw you at a bonfire. He couldn’t get you out of his head.

He didn’t know how to approach you, and it took a while for him to interact. Once he did, you fell for him almost instantly.

He knew what you liked in a guy.

Soon, he became your boyfriend and you made him happy. He had his moments, but he tried to remain sane around you.

He didn’t want to scare you off.

Your lips moved against Rafe’s and he almost went further, but he remembered what he had to do.

He needed to find JJ and Kiara.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” He asked and you nodded your head.

You followed him out and waved as he rode away on his bike.

You hopped in your car and had a bad feeling, with Rafe leaving so quick.

You were going to follow him.

Upon following Rafe, you arrived at a boat storage area. You were so confused. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw Kiara and JJ.

Rafe hated the Pogues, right?

Rafe hates the Pogues.

Then you spotted Barry. You knew Rafe used to have a drug problem. Well that’s what he told you.

You knew this was bad.

You parked your car a ways away from the storage facility. You then got out and went in the side door, watching from behind a shelf.

“Hey there” You heard Rafe’s voice, directed towards JJ and Kie. Pope was there too. You hadn’t seen him before.

“JJ” Rafe spoke “How you guys doing?” He mocked as Barry came out from behind the 4-wheeler.

Barry then pulled a gun on JJ. You gasped and the only person who heard was JJ.

He looked at you with a mixture of worry and confusion. You shouldn’t have been there?

JJ had been your server nearly every time you went to the Country Club and you had grown a soft spot for the blonde Pogue.

He had grown one for you too, and he hated Kooks. Especially Rafe. He didn’t take the news of you two dating very well.

JJ tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen. He tried to tell you that Rafe had killed Peterkin. Rafe’s show he put on was too convincing.

Anyways, the blonde looked back to Barry.

“Don’t think I forgot about you and me on the side of the road” Barry taunted and JJ eyed the barrel of the gun. “I’m here to get my fucking money!” He screamed and you jumped.

Kie tried to run towards JJ but Rafe grabbed onto her. She slapped him and began berating him about murdering Peterkin. That’s when you came out.

“Rafe? What are you doing!” You called out just as a scuffle started. Rafe began to choke Kie and at the sound of your voice he froze.

Rafe looked horrified, his heart raced in his chest.

“Baby, this isn’t what this looks like” He tried to say but Pope hit him on his back twice, knocking him over.

That’s when you realized Rafe really had killed Peterkin. He was angry that the Pogues kept blaming him, so he brought Barry to get revenge.

Barry had finally spotted you as he was beating JJ to the ground. He grabbed you and held the gun to your head, pulling you away from JJ.

“JJ!” You called out, nearly begging him to help. Your eyes welled with tears as the barrel was pressed firmly against your head.

“Barry, I’ll get you your money, just let her go” JJ said “She’s Rafe’s girl” He said and cringed at the sound of that.

Barry hesitated and that’s when JJ charged at him, hustling the gun away from him and kicking it towards Kie.

He was on his feet in an instant, kicking Barry in the stomach while blocking you from anything he might try.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing here?” He asked when he got the chance.

You weren’t paying attention, you were focused on Pope beating the fuck out of your boyfriend.

“Pope! Stop!” You called but he didn’t listen, beginning to choke your bloodied boyfriend.

JJ jumped in and pulled Pope away, leaving Rafe on the ground and you standing in shock.

“Rafe” You said and rushed to him. Before you could offer him aid, he grabbed your wrists, sitting up.

“Why the fuck, are you here?!” He yelled, anger in his eyes. You had never seen this side of him.

“Why am I here? Rafe, why are you-“ You were cut off.

“Shut up!” He yelled and shoved you backwards. JJ saw this and he rushed to your side.

“Don’t you ever touch her like that again? You hear me?” JJ said and got you up, dragging you with him the the other Pogues.

Pope and Kie didn’t understand why JJ was helping you, but they would soon find out.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[fandomxpreferences]

Never Have I Ever

Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader, Rafe Cameron x female!reader (all over 18)

TW: alcohol, mentions of weed, allusion to a threesome, I think thats all

Summary: One of your darkest secrets is accidentally revealed during an alcohol induced game of Never Have I Ever.

Word Count:1.3k

The air is thick with the stench of beer and weed as the salty wind blows around you. It's dark out; a sky full of twinkling stars and a shining moon casting an almost eerie reflection off the ocean a few feet away. 

It's been a good night, the sound of waves and laughter working wonders to ease your worries. It's a much-needed kegger at the boneyard; finally some peace after nothing but sheer pandemonium. 

There are Pogues, kooks, and tourons littered around the sand; not a single sober human in sight. Even Pope has succumbed to the environment, perhaps a little past tipsy. 

A wide smile overtakes your warm face, the alcohol causing your blood to run hotter than usual and you have a pleasant floating feeling washing over you as John B speaks up. 

"Who wants to play Never Have I Ever?"

It's mostly directed at your small friend group, but his voice is louder than he intended due to his inebriated state and a few kooks and tourons decide to join in. 

It's a decent-sized circle, the seven of you plus a few randoms you don't recognize. Much to your dismay, Rafe and Topper also clamber over and you take a comfortable seat next to JJ. 

Whether he's too drunk to notice or does it to intentionally get under your skin is unclear, but Rafe takes a seat on your other side and his knee brushes yours ever so slightly. 

You ignore the shock of electricity and scoot closer to your best friend, desperate to put some distance between the kook prince and yourself. You're quickly distracted as John B begins explaining the rules, and your attention turns to him. 

"Okay, so we take turns saying things we've never done and if you have then you have to drink."

Everyone nods in understanding and the game begins. The first few rounds are tame, mostly things like 'I've never cheated on a test' and 'Never have I ever skipped class.'

It's enough to get you even more intoxicated seeing as you have to drink for every single one, and you're teetering on the edge of 'dancing on a table' drunk. Damn JJ and his strong drinks. 

Once it gets to your friend group though, things pick up a bit. 

"Never have I ever had sex on someone else's bed."

Your eyes widen as you let out a shocked laugh at Sarah's question, and you timidly bring your cup up to take a swig. 

Your friends all give you looks that are a mixture of surprise, amusement, and pride before the game carries on. 

John B's is specifically tailored for a certain blonde-haired surfer seeing as he made a drunken confession a few months ago. 

"Never have I ever had a threesome." 

JJ groans as John B laughs, and takes a long drink. 

"Fuck you, JB." 

However, what the conniving little shit hadn't expected was for you and Rafe to drink as well. You can see everyone piecing it together as their eyes narrow and they look at each other as if to say 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

You suddenly find your tattered shoelaces to be the most interesting thing in the world as you try to ignore five sets of eyes burning into you and the two men beside you. JJ purses his lips as Rafe smirks and you want the ground to swallow you whole. 

Rafe shifts uncomfortably right as JJ readjusts his backwards ball cap nervously, and it does nothing to quell the speculation.

No way is this happening right now. Everyone is drunk, but not drunk enough to forget about this in the morning. You silently pray that someone else speaks up and takes the heat off you, but the universe laughs in your face as Kie breaks the thick silence. 

"Did the three of you.." 

She trails off but the rest of her lingering question is clear. You stiffen when Rafe pipes up, sure that he's about to out you. 

"Yeah, Kiara. That's exactly what happened, I had a threesome with two Pogues. Do you really believe that?" 

He says it as if it's the most ridiculous thing in the world, which you suppose from the outside looking in, it is. Her head tilts to the side with a frown and she scoffs. 

"Um, yeah actually. I kind of do."

You decide to double down on Rafe's sentiment and roll your eyes. 

"Seriously, you think I would fuck the kook prince? Come on."

It seems to do the trick as the game resumes, but you don't miss the suspicious glances sent your way every few minutes. 

This goes on for another half hour, everyone beyond plastered by the time it switches to truth or dare. 

To no one's surprise, JJ chooses dare and Pope doesn't hold back. 

"I dare you to kiss Y/N."

Had you been even one percent more sober, you would have protested. However, seeing as your judgment is fucked and you've been hooking up with JJ for several months on the down low, the idea doesn't seem too terrible.

He turns to you and smashes his lips against yours with ease, your hands coming up to tug at the hair on the nape of his neck as his tongue slips into your mouth. You momentarily forget you have an audience until you hear someone clear their throat, and leap back. 

"Yeah, sure. You guys totally haven't fucked." John B mutters, and you shoot him a harsh glare. 

It's your turn now and you breathe a sigh of relief when it's Cleo that holds your fate in her hands. 

"Truth or dare?"

You choose truth immediately, not wanting to chance another slip-up. 

"Do you have any scars?" 

You think for a second, trying to sift through your foggy mind before shaking your head. 

"No."

Your desire to prevent any further speculation is thrown out the window when JJ frowns and corrects you. 

"Yes, you do."

It doesn't register right away that he just confessed to seeing more of your body than the rest of the Pogues, and you scowl. 

"Where?"

In a momentary lapse of judgment, Rafe responds instead. 

"On your right ass cheek."

All three of you still, the revelation acting as a cold splash of water. You wait with bated breath, hoping that no one caught it when Sarah gasps. 

"Oh. My. God. You guys totally had a threesome!" 

She's met with three different responses all muddled together as you, Rafe, and JJ scramble. 

"No, we didn't!"

"We did not!" 

"It was one time!"

You visibly deflate as JJ blurts out the words and everyone's faces light up as if they just made the world's greatest discovery. 

Chaos breaks out and you lean back in your chair with a loud sigh. 

"When?!" Kie asks, but you don't get the chance to answer before John B interrupts.

"How did that happen?!"

None of you even attempt to respond as you're attacked with an onslaught of questions, the game long forgotten. You feel a headache setting in and throw your cup into the fire. 

"Fuck this." 

You start towards the cars, and both men follow after you, albeit a few paces behind. 

"Use protection!" Sarah calls and your only retort is a middle finger thrust up into the air. 

You're significantly more sober now, the entire situation practically evaporating the alcohol from your blood. 

You only stop once you reach the Twinkie, and Rafe gives a curt nod before continuing on to his Rover. JJ meets your eyes with a sorrowful gaze, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck with a boyish smile. 

"We are never going to hear the end of this, I hope you know that. "

You attempt to sound scolding, but there's clear amusement lurking just beneath the surface. 

"Well," He begins, taking a purposeful step forward. "If they're going to talk, might as well give them something to talk about."