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This'll Be The Day That I Die

Chapter One - John B's Cousin

JJ didn't think he'd ever see her again. It had been ten years since she left and he'd never stopped hating her for leaving. When she returns he wants nothing to do with her, not until somebody else wants her. That somebody else just so happens to be Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank X Reader, somewhat Rafe Cameron X Reader

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Okay so i watched season one when it first came out, never finished season two, but I'm back on my JJ shit with a... series (fuck i can't stop myself from starting series shit)

Chapter Two

When the twinkie pulled up to the Château, something wasn't right. The door was open and laundry was hanging outside to dry. It certainly wasn't the way the Pogues left it.

Pressing his finger to his lips, John B. climbed out of the van. He helped Sarah out and quietly pushed the door shut, while JJ, Kiara and Pope did the same in the back.

They had no kind of weapon, nothing to defend themselves if there really was an attacker. So, John B. did the one thing he could think of and grabbed a rather large stick.

He walked into his own house, defensively standing in front of his friends. He held his finger to his lips once again as they all walked forward.

There were footsteps. John B. raised the stick, ready to swing.

But, he didn't need to swing it. Not when he saw the person who had broken into his house. Well, did it count as breaking in if they had a key of their own? "Y/N?" He called, dropping the stick.

His cousin stood in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards and taken a note of everything they had. Or, rather, everything they needed. She whipped herself around and placed her notebook on the kitchen counter. "John!" She called and walked towards him. "Where the hell is my dad?" She asked and opened her arms.

But John B. was still in some amount of shock. He hadn't seen his cousin in, well, years. Just seven years ago she'd left the Outer Banks to live with her mother after her parents had split up. "What're you doing here?" He asked, still unable to process it.

She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. But her smile wasn't all there, wasn't quite as wide as John B. expected to see. "Doesn't matter," she mumbled. "Have you seen my dad anywhere?" She asked.

"He, uh, left," John B. answered honestly.

For a second, she was still. The chateau was where she'd been living before she left with her mother, with John B. and his father. They'd been a little family unit back then. She must've known about John B's fathers disappearance, which is why she wasn't asking.

The chateau wasn't the best place for four people to live. That was why she had left in the first place, because there just wasn't enough space for her. "I'm gonna set myself up in my dad's old room," she said and picked her bags up from the floor. "Maybe after you can introduce me to your friends?" She asked, mainly focusing on Sarah.

The other three behind him she recognised. Pope and JJ. Pope who was always one of the smartest people they knew, and JJ. It was hard to forget someone like JJ. He was the epitome of chaos, even when they were ten.

John B. nodded his head. That was usually JJ's room, but it was her home as much as John B's. So what was his was hers.

The room was a state. She didn't know when her father had left, or when big John had disappeared, but the room had definitely been lived in, and recently. She pulled the comforter back from the bed and let out something of a gasp.

"Why the fuck is there a cum stain on the bed?" She cried as she left the room, looking towards John B. and his friends.

JJ Maybank couldn't hide his smirk as he adjusted his hat on his head.

She made quick work of changing the bed, placing the dirtied sheets in the the hamper. When she went to unpack her things, there were already clothes in the drawers. They weren't her fathers, and they weren't big John's. A bunch of shirts with no sleeves.

She placed the unfamiliar clothes into a pile and unpacked her own things. It was easy work, there wasn't a lot that she had. But what she had have was nice, she wasn't exactly going to look like a Pogue.

When she left her room, it was like all of the Pogues were waiting around for her. They sat on the pull out sofa, some of them drinking, some of them sat waiting for her. Actually, JJ was drinking, the rest of them were waiting for her.

As uncomfortable was it was, she walked through to the kitchen and picked up her notebook once again. "I, uh, looked through the cupboards," she said to her cousin, but by the way all of the Pogues were looking at her, she definitely wasn't just speaking to him. "We need a fuckload of groceries. Do you think you can take me in the twinkie?"

"Can't you drive?" JJ piped up for the first time as he lifted his blunt to his lips.

Her eyes locked onto him, levelling him with a glare. "No, JJ. I can't drive," she spat back. "Besides, it's not my van."

"I can take you," Pope said suddenly. "It's no big deal."

She gave Pope a smile and shoved her notebook into the back pocket of her shirts. "Perfect," she said as JJ tossed Pope the keys.

They set out of the chateau, but she could still feel eyes on her. The place she had once known to be her home didn't feel very much like her home anymore.

"I'm surprised you remember us," said Pope as they pulled away from the chateau. "It's been, what, ten years?"

"Almost," she answered, leaning against the window. "I don't think I could properly remember living here without remembering you guys." She let out a breath, watching her old neighbourhood go past. "I don't know who the girl is, though."

Pope gave her a quick glance. "You don't remember Kie?"

She snorted and shook her head. "Not Kie," she mumbled, pulling her notebook from the back pocket of her shorts. "The other girl, who is she?"

"Oh, her. That's Sarah, Sarah Cameron," he answered.

But still, she frowned. "Is that name supposed to mean anything to me?"

Pope let out a laugh. "You don't remember the Cameron's? The richest people on the Island?" He asked and she shook her head. "How about her brother, Rafe?"

"The name rings a bell," she confessed. But still, she couldn't put a face to the name.

They pulled up to the store and she climbed out of the van. "Thanks," she said. "You don't have to come with me."

"I'll wait here," he said and pulled out his phone. But, as she walked away, Pope pushed open the door to the twinkie once more. "I feel so bad for saying this," he called. "But you might wanna get enough food for all of us. Or, at least you, John B. and JJ, since he practically lives there," he said.

She looked back down at her list and nodded her head. As she walked towards the store, she realised something. If JJ had been living in her room, then... that was his cum stain on the bed. A shiver ran down her spine.

***

"Yeah, I remember her," JJ answered as he made himself a sandwich. The bread was mouldy, but he didn't much care. What JJ remembered most was the day that she left, when she disappeared. But that wasn't what John B. had asked, so he kept it short.

She had been a Pogue through and through back then, but she'd changed. JJ hadn't recognised her, not until John B. had said her name. She wouldn't fit in with them, not now.

"She got out," John B. muttered as he stood beside him. "She left the island. Why did she come back?"

JJ shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed his mouldy sandwich, shoved it into his mouth and walked out to the porch. "Just ask her, man," he said and sat down, playing with the lighter he kept in his pockets.

JJ didn't about her. He didn't care about why she had left, didn't care why she was back. Why should be care about her when she was the one that had left?

He watched as the twinkie pulled up in front of the chateau. Pope parked up and she climbed out, sliding open the door to grab the brown paper bags from the back. Pope did the same, carrying the bags she couldn't carry.

"Groceries," she mumbled as she walked past JJ, into the house.

He didn't say anything. Did she really not remember what things were like before she left? Did she really not realise that he wasn't going to speak to her?

She walked past him and dumped her things on the kitchen counter. As soon as she did, John B. helped her to unpack everything, placing it into the cupboards.

As soon as they were done, John B. gave an awkward smile and patted his pockets. He looked around the chateau as she made herself something to eat. "Oh!" He said and strode across the chateau, to where Sarah was sitting. He grabbed a hold of his girlfriend and pulled her to her feet. "This is Sarah, my girlfriend," he said and Sarah sent her a polite wave.

She waved back as she made herself a not mouldy sandwich. The mouldy bread had been tossed in the bin (something that JJ would later protest, even though he really had no reason to).

"I think I'll turn in," she said awkwardly as she took her plate to her room. Kie and Sarah watched her. They tried not to wear the same judgemental expression, but it was the middle of the afternoon, far too early for her to be sleeping

But, as she walked past him, John B grabbed her arm. "Hey, you only just got here," he said and she desperately looked towards her bedroom. "Let us properly welcome you back to the Outer Banks," he said.

"What're you thinking?" She asked, somewhat exasperatedly.

That was where John B. smirked. "Kegger."

"Kegger?" She asked, with a frown.

He nodded. "Kegger."

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[thecameronchronicles]

Bet

TW: semi-public sexual actions. Smut. Language. Degrading language. 

SUMMARY: A Series of dares result in secrets being brought to the surface. 

WORD COUNT: 2100

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

"If you want to wuss out, that's up to you, but I'm going for bragging rights..." JJ continued to lead the parade of pogues making their way to the direction of the Crain House.  Only now, John B and Pope were stragglers while you were left with a decision to remain with the wise or continue forward with the reckless. 

"Better a wuss that's alive..." Pope spoke in a loud whisper as JJ simply responded with a middle finger catching the motion sensor and forcing all of the lights throughout the backyard to illuminate the entire scene. 

"You aren't really going are you?" John B asked as he caught your wrist. 

"Already made it this far..." The amount of overgrowth and shadow allowed you to slip undetected behind JJ's charge as he found focus to the window at the side of the house. 

"What now, Mcguver?" You teased as he pulled out his pocket knife. 

"Patience is a virtue..." You rolled your eyes and feigned a yawn before he managed to pry the window open. 

"Ladies first?" 

"I'll gladly follow behind this time."

He began to move forwards before turning back at the last second. But upon doing so, you had already advanced, which brought your lips a mere inch away from his. 

"You just wanna stare at my ass, don't you?" You pushed him forward, unintentionally knocking him ass first into the basement of the house as he grunted. 

"Always thought if you'd bruise my ass it would be from slapping it-"

"Serves you right..." You responded before dropping down in a feline stance and rising effortlessly. 

"Need help?" 

"I'm scared of your help." You pushed him forward and through the clutter of antiquated toys and furniture lining the bottom room of the house. Your eyes collecting at the more feminine of objects as he came to a baseball bat. 

"This could do some damage..." 

"I don't think any of this needs any help..." You explained while sliding your finger over the top of a shelf as dust collected at the pad of your middle digit. 

"Think anything is worth anything?" He questioned as he picked up decor colored a rusted gold. 

"Is that really all you think about?" To this question, his eyes sank to your physique. He began immediately at your chest and down to your legs, mostly exposed for the aesthetic of another pogue's summer in the Outer Banks. 

"Not all..." 

"You're a pig-" A sudden creaking of a top step led your eyes to widen before you were pulled away in the nick of time. 

"Hello?" An elderly woman's voice echoed in the small space around you as his hand wrapped over your mouth. Your body was pulled to a small cavern as he covered you with the protection of his own body. Until this moment, you hadn't made more than an obvious note of his physique. 

He was always admirable from a distance. The way he shredded waves and his muscles tensed to even the most innocent of motions would catch your eye. And yet, you wrote him off to not cross the line of pogues remaining platonic. But the mix of his body pressing into yours and the thrill of being caught made you nearly soaked at the thought alone. 

"She's going back up..." He likes towards you, reading this darker lust behind your eyes. A focus you never had focused on him. And you were shameless as your eyes fell to his lips. 

"Hey, you 'kay?' 

You nodded. "Why did you follow me? You're supposed to be smarter than me…"

"Because we already broke at least two laws...what's another? Plus, it's not that hard to be smarter…" He chuckled for a moment before pulling your hair over your shoulder, playing with the strand before meeting your eyes again. 

"Really though...why?"

"Because Pope and John B play it safe...and it's the last summer before college and I...I want to live...I want to feel alive..." His eyes fell to your lips, watching them part for him. 

"How alive?" 

"Are you offering something, JJ?"

He cocked his head before feigning a pensive silence. 

"Eh, I don't know...not sure if you could handle it, princess."

"I'm not a princess."

He pushed harder into you. 

"Sweetheart then?" His thumb brushed your nipples from over your cropped top. 

"This make you feel alive? Or just wet?" Your lips parted to speak before he reached under the crop, lifting it high enough to reveal your nipple. His eyes stayed on you as you allowed yourself to succumb to how he made you feel. His tongue rolling over your nipple as he exposed both breasts to him, a hand keeping the other one warm as he massaged it into a pinch. 

"What about the rule? We can't break it, JJ…"

"That rule was made before you made that face…those little noise…I'll gladly take the punishment…"

"Quiet..." 

"Ah...." You gasped as he kissed you to ensure you didn't make a noise. But this only led you to grind into him, finding a ready cock pained beneath his shorts. 

"I bet I can make you come for me..."

"I bet you can't make me." You responded as his hand slipped into your shorts. The immediate chill of his rings contrasting the heat of his touch itself. 

"Fuck-"

"Yeah? Oh shit..." He smirked. "This all for me?"

You nodded as he continued manipulating your nipple, but also with the added pleasure of his finger across your clit. 

"When's the last time you came...you're acting like you've never come..." You ignored him as he applied his palm to your clit. A finger threatening your point of entry. 

"Maybe..." But his finger slipped past it and moved further back. 

"I could use this one instead?" 

"Oh...JJ..." You whimpered. 

"Nah...I wanna feel it when you come..." His eyes looked to the steps. 

"I bet you can't stay quiet with two fingers..." You grunted to the pressure as he pumped slowly. 

"Fuck, that sounds so good..." 

You bit your lips closed. 

"You look good...oh shit...you want this, princess?"

"I'm not-"

"Then why are you so sweet?" He asked while brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. But in doing so, you winced at the loss to your breast. 

"You want more?"

"Please don't stop..." 

"You like when I do this?" He asked while kissing your breast, tongue over your nipple as you pulled his hand harder against you. 

"I wanna come...JJ..." You whimpered. 

"I'm not stopping you...But I bet you can't wait..." You nearly sobbed as he withdrew. He took a single step back as he observed you completely breathless for him. 

"You should always be like this..." 

"If you won't finish-" you threatened your hand to yourself as he held it in his grasp. 

"You don't get to touch yourself..." He unbuckled his belt and set your hand into his shorts. 

"You're so hard-"

"I always am around you, you fucking torture me..."

"It would be nice of me to help then, wouldn't it?" He nodded as you began to pump him. 

"Fuck..." He moaned as you reached up and isiess his neck, his palms testing on the wall beside you. 

"Bet you'll come for me..."

"Oh shit...I want to...oh fuck, I want to..."

"I want you to...JJ...I want to feel you come in my hand..."

"Shit...slow down...slow-" he winced as you only obliged when he began to cry from his tip. You brushed your thumb across his head before taking it between your lips. 

"I bet you won't get on your knees for me..."

Your brow cocked. 

"Easy..." You shrugged as you lowered to him. 

"Of fuck..." You took him against your tonsils, the lack of a gag reflex making him flex. 

"You're fucking with me..." But you only looked at him from beneath damp lashes and took him deeper. Faster. 

"Oh my God..." He forced you to take him completely. 

"Careful..."

"Stand the fuck up..." But you shook your head again, taking him faster. He looked down to you, wincing in pain before taking you against the wall, hand over your mouth. 

"You make one fucking noise and everyone from the axe murder of this house to our friends outside are gonna know how much of a fucking slut you are for me...and I don't think twice about it..."

"Fuck me." You whimpered into his hand as he paused. 

"Put it in...you know where it belongs...right..." He groaned as he hiked your leg to his hip, your shorts dripping to your ankle as you were taken against the wall even sharper. 

"Yes...yes..." He wrapped his hand harder around your mouth as he devoured your breast. 

"JJ..." 

"She's gone..." He pulled you across the basement and onto a table, sweeping it clean with an arm, and bending you over it. 

"Fuck...You gonna come for me? Bet you will..."

"Bet you'll come first..." You retorted as he scoffed. 

"Oh shit, I just might..." He folded himself over you, turning you to kiss him before leading that second hand to your clit. 

"Let it go...stop fighting me...I can feel you..." You clenched around him. 

"Yes...yes...keep doing that..."

"This?" You teased as he tore your shirt off your shoulder and but into the exposed skin. 

"Yes...baby, just like that...oh shit..."

"You wanna come?" 

"Oh I'm gonna...just not yet..." You whimpered. "I'm not done..." He pulled you up to his chest. 

"I want you to keep whimpering for me..." He flicked your nipple as you offered those moans to him and he quickened his thrusts. 

"JJ...oh My God..."

"Yeah? Someone gonna come? Hmmm? You not so ahead of me as you thought?" 

"Ah...JJ...oh...ohhhh..."

"Yes baby...all over me...come all-" He scoffed as you shook, promoting his own release as he battered you into the edge of the table. 

"Keep coming...I want you to keep fucking coming... pussy so good..." He gripped your hair. 

"It's all yours..." To this, he grunted, forcing you to drip for him until he pulled you to face him. He took you this way, wincing at the overstimulation. Whimpering for you. 

"I want more..." He groaned. 

"I bet you can't handle it..." 

"I bet you're gonna come again..."

"I could..." You teased, moaning for him as he lost control of himself within you once again. Only now, moaning and pleasing into your skin. 

"I'm gonna fucking ruin this pussy for anyone else..."

"You already have...Oh, JJ...it's yours..." 

"Yeah?" He pulled himself away from you, stroking himself through your folds. 

"You're so mean..."

"It feels so good...look at me..." His expression made you moan. 

"JJ please..."

"I need to make you come again..." He was on his knees, tugging on himself as he was pulling you to the edge of the table. 

"I wanna feel you come on my face...think you can? I bet you can. I bet you can, hard for me, right?" 

"Oh...." But once again the drop step squeaked. 

"Quiet." 

"I can't...it's too..." Two fingers made this worse as you swore you left reality. Your orgasm crashing from heaven itself as your body collapsed towards him and he nodded into you. 

"Keep coming..." He grinned into your thigh, his breathing pattern labored by his own second release before you pulled him against you. 

"If I have to be quiet, so do you..." 

"I bet you can't." You teased as he clenched his jaw as you kissed his neck again, finding a sweet spot that sent him to submit into you. Your body riding against his as you are etching your desperate nails into his shoulders. Your hand was as sore as your thighs and yet nothing stopped you from wanting to feel him come undone once again. But he wore the same convictions as you bucked into him and found initial release in unison. 

"What the fuck happened to you guys in there?" John B asked when you finally made it out, narrowly escaping the owner. Hair a mess and marks of red and beginning bruising worn over you both.

"We have to go!" Pope spoke desperately as you rushed to The Twinkie. Rather quickly, Pope and John B would reprimand you both before facing into their own conversation. All while you and JJ focused on each other. 

"I bet you are still thinking about it..." He mouthed to you. 

"I bet you want more..."

"I bet you'll let me.."

"I bet you wouldn't do anything now..." You spoke into his ear as he slipped his hand over your thigh. 

"I bet you'll be mine before I make you come again."

"You've already lost that..." He hesitated his touch. "I already am..."

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[obxone]

Stranded

Edited-ish. ~925 words.

“This has got to be some kind of sick twisted joke,” you mutter, fingers pressed to your temple as you pace back and forth in the small, cramped space. The lighthouse is tall and slender. The rusted spiral staircase reaching to the top, but neither of you had dared to venture more than a few steps up when it began to creak and groan. 

“Not a joke,” he says way too casually for your preference.

“How are you so calm right now?” You snap, spinning to glare at him.

He shrugs, “freaking out won’t change it.”

You exhale roughly and turn again, nails biting into your palms as you try hard not to snap at him. “This is all your fault,” you whisper, but he still hears it.

“My fault?!”

“Yes, Rafe, your fault!” You finally snap. The blinding anger you feel for his stupidity surfaces. “If we die, it is your fault!”

“Calm down,” he mutters, legs kicking out on the steps. His heels rest against the cracked and dirty concrete floor.

“There is a fucking hurricane raging outside and we are in an abandoned centuries-old lighthouse!” You glare at him. “The fucking boat was pulled out to sea because you did not tie it properly! How the fuck do you not know how to tie off a boat?! Your daddy owns a yacht for crying out loud!”

“They’ll come looking for us by morning, calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” You turn away and slam your palm against the side of the lighthouse. The smack did not dent the lighthouse and only made your hand sting. Your aggression is still pent up in you.

It had been raining for almost an hour, and the wind had slowly picked up until the hurricane reached the shoreline. “If we don’t die in this storm, I will kill you myself.”

Rafe chuckles, and it almost makes you cross the room and squeeze his neck until he turns blue in the face.

“How could I be so stupid?” You mutter to yourself as you resume pacing. One hand on your hip and the other pressed to your forehead. Your eyes squeeze shut. “How could I be so reckless?”

Rafe frowned, watching you pace again.

“I’m supposed to be responsible, I’m supposed to take care of my brother, not be galivanting around with the island’s biggest prick.”

“Topper will be fine,” he mutters. “He does not need his sister looking after him, he’s a big boy.”

“He is 16 and in love with your little sister who does not love him one single bit. He will not be fine, I know him!” You glare at blue-eyed Cameron. “And he’s your friend, although I have no idea why, and you let him get involved with your sister knowing she’d break his heart.”

“Again, he’s a big boy. He made his own decision.”

“You Camerons only care about yourselves. Yet again,” you snap, gesturing widely around the lighthouse. “Dragging the Thornton siblings down with you.”

“I’m not dragging you down,” he says, his gaze hardening, jaw set.

“Then what are you doing?”

He shrugs.

“Exactly.”

You start to pace again, gaze focusing on a long crack running almost completely across the floor. Your mind races with the thoughts of what your parents will think once they realize you are not coming home during a hurricane and how dumb you were to trust Rafe again. He had successfully manipulated you once more. Part of you is so angry at him right now, but the other part cannot help but to ache at being near him again and having his attention all to yourself. You are addicted, and you hate it.

Howling winds echo around the lighthouse. You shiver, your arms circling around you tightly. You were both stuck here until someone came for you.

“Are you cold?” He asked after a moment of silence. You look at him, and he is already staring at you.

“I’m in a bikini with a linen coverup, so yes, I’m cold.”

He exhales and stands pulling his shirt off. “Here.”

“No, thank you.”

“Stop being childish. Take it,” he moves forward while holding it out. You glare at him, but the shakes it while still holding it out. “You used to wear my clothes, remember?”

“I remember,” you mutter, snatching it away from him. You pull it on and lift your hair out from the collar. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Baby.”

“Rafe.”

He smirks, before taking a step back with his hands up in innocence.

“I should have known better than to give you a chance to talk it out,” you whisper, and he sighs before reaching his hand out and grasping your upper arm. “What are you-?”

“Just relax,” he mutters, guiding you into his body. His chest is warm against you as he folds his arms around you. “I know how much you hate storms.”

“This isn’t just a storm, it’s a freaking hurricane,” you mutter with disdain.

He chuckles, tightening his arms around you. “Ward probably already sent out a search team.”

You close your eyes, burying your face in the curve of his neck. “I hope so.”

"I'm sorry, Baby."

Surprise floods you at his apologetic words, and you cannot help but tip your head back and stare at him. He offers a small smile.

"I should have found another way to get you alone."

"Maybe just ask next time," you tease a bit.

He laughs. "You would've said no."

"I would have said no," you agree.

[whitetrashjj]

fuck it, jiara in every episode: season 2, episode 4 - homecoming.

just like the good lord intended, guys

that was way to genuine

oh come on, give me that - give me that shit

[peachy-ash]

𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 - rafe cameron

[pinkydevil16]

JJ Maybank x reader: part 2

Part 1

"It's my dads." John B's voice cut through the group as they argued, JJ and Y/n staying out of it as she ran a comforting hand up and down his arm since he hated arguments. 

"Shit, are you sure?" Pope asked, John B nodding as he showed his dad's handwriting on the back, his thumb caressing it as he stared in shock. 

"He had it with him when he left." Y/n looked at JJ, the latter squeezing her closer to him as Ki pat John B's back trying to comfort him. 

"Come on we need to get out of here." JJ agreed with Pope, all of them leaving for the chateau, the walk filled with John B freaking out whilst Ki and Pope tried to come up with any reason for the compass to be on the boat, JJ and Y/n sharing a look.

"Look, we got shot at, chased and this day has been awful. So lets let off some steam and go to the rager on the beach okay?" JJ suggested, wanting to be able to feel normal after the insane day. 

Y/n downed her drink, JJ's arm around her waist as they both watched their friends flirt with others, JJ laughing as Pope's terrible attempt as he squeezed Y/n's waist. Looking up at him as she grabbed his shirt pulling him into a kiss, the drink forgotten as she dropped the empty cup, JJ groaning as he deepened the kiss pulling her body flush against his. A commotion making them break apart as John B and Topper started arguing, a crowd forming as Y/n and JJ pushed their way through, John B getting some good hits in until Topper started winning, JJ shouting out to John B as he fell into the water. Topper grabbing his hair and pushing his face down, Y/n panicking as she shouted.

"Topper get the fuck off him now!" JJ realising Topper wouldn't stop and some kooks intercepted Pope and Y/n as they ran forward, Sarah shouting at her boyfriend to stop. The whole beach going quiet as JJ held a gun against Topper's head, his voice oddly steady as he spoke.

"Yeah you know what this huh? Let him go." Everyone shouting as they ran, scrambling from the scene as Sarah began crying at JJ to put the gun away. The kooks pushing the pogues away as Topper got closer to them, Y/n and Ki running to drag John B out the ocean. JJ now pointing the gun in the air and shooting twice as Pope ran pushing him hand down.

"Get the hell off our side and don't come back!" Pope calling Y/n's name as she left John B with Ki running to her boyfriend, her hands getting the gun off him as he stared at her with teary eyes. Y/n hugging him tightly as the beach cleared, leaving only the pogues.

"He wasn't going to stop." JJ whispered, Y/n nodding as she ran her hand up and down his back trying to calm him down, his body vibrating with anger.

"I know baby, it's not your fault." JJ wrapping his arms tightly around Y/n before Pope called them, JJ breaking apart to help carry John B to the chateau as he struggled to stay awake. Y/n shoving the gun into JJ's bag and following them, Ki giving her a concerned look which Y/n shook her head at not wanting to be questioned on her boyfriend's anger. He did what he had to, Topper was going to kill John B and none of them could have stopped them without the gun. 

Y/n stood with JJ and Peterkin asked about the gun, both of them shrugging and looking at each other with confused looks.

"No idea."

"Didn't happen." The two excuses coming out at the same time as they stared at the Sheriff, the older woman sighing as she sat back in her chair, the two pogues sat opposite her with matching expressions.

"We have witnesses that say you pulled a gun on Topper during a fight." Y/n raised an eyebrow turning to JJ.

"There was a fight?" Peterkin sighing as she dropped her pen annoyed with the constant back and forth she received whenever the pair were dragged in. JJ shrugging as he turned back to Peterkin.

"Don't remember, we were a bit busy." Y/n smirking as she ran a hand along JJ's thigh, knowing that the pda made Peterkin uncomfortable, a tactic they used often to get out of questioning.

"Mhm, very busy, i think i'd have noticed a gun in those hands considering they were inside-" Peter kin cutting her off by slamming her hand on the table, a frustrated sigh coming from her as she picked up her pen filling out the report.

"Okay okay, i have more important things to deal with than you two. I don't want to hear anymore about a damn gun or find a gun near either of you got it? Now sort it out and get out of here." Y/n and JJ grinning as he saluted the Sheriff whilst Y/n pulled him out, both of them sighing in relief as they made it out the station, hand in hand jogging down the road to get back to the chateau. Luckily they'd been at JJ's when Peterkin went knocking, his dad out somewhere when they'd gotten back and passed out in JJ's bed, thankful his dad hadn't answered the door to the Sheriff asking about a damn gun. 

JJ, Pope and Y/n stood on Pope's dads boat, groceries all around them as they sailed up and down the Kook's channel, JJ tying the boat as Pope and Y/n hopped off, Pope's hands full as Y/n carried a 12 pack of beers alongside him. Both of them laughing as they walked talking about Pope's dad, JJ having gone to do a separate delivery.

"You should have seen his face when we got back from the marsh that day i ditched. I thought the vein was going to pop." Y/n laughed loudly shaking her head as they continued up the track, both their attention taken when Rafe and Topper stepped in front of them, Y/n glaring at Topper as Rafe spoke.

"Well well well, two pogues on figure 8 and they have beer." Y/n holding it closer to her body as Pope tried to mediate, talking calmly.

"Just taking some groceries man, we'll be gone in a minute." Y/n not taking her eyes off Topper as he stared her down, Rafe moving towards Y/n as her head snapped towards him.

"Hand over a beer sweetheart." Y/n scowled, Pope coming closer to try to get Rafe to step away from her but something in him snapped.

"It's already paid for." Rafe chuckled, using his gold club to smash the groceries out of Pope's hands making the latter shout out.

"Hey! You owe me for that!" Rafe laughing as he swung the club hitting Pope harshly, Topper's eyes widening as Y/n threw down the beers trying to grab the club.

"Fucking stop you asshole." Rafe shoving Y/n off him as he slammed the club back down onto Pope, Y/n grabbing a beer from the broken packet and throwing it at Rafe hitting him painfully in the side as he turned to glare at her. Advancing towards her when Topper pulled him back, Y/n glaring as she dropped next to Pope helping him up, Rafe grabbing the beers and laughing as he walked away.

"Stay off figure 8 pogues." Y/n moving to chase after him as Pope grabbed her arm, shaking his head as he stood against her, Y/n wanting nothing more than to grab a club and beat Rafe until he begged her to stop. 

"Fucking pathetic assholes." Y/n spat, Pope now standing on his own as she turned to look at him with soft eyes.

"You okay?" Pope nodded, putting his hat back on as they began walking, before he stopped and pulled on Y/n's arm, holding her in place as he looked at her seriously.

"Don't tell JJ okay? He'll want to come back and i can't have it coming back on my dad's business." Y/n nodding as she moved his hat, using JJ's hoodie sleeve to wipe away the blood, Pope wincing as she gave him a small smile.

"Okay but only because your dad's so nice to me." Pope laughing, wheezing in pain before continuing to walk, not wanting Y/n to see the tears in his eyes as they arrived back at the boat,  JJ grinning as he held up a $20 tip.

"This is great, we should do this more." Y/n rolling her eyes as she stole the money giving it a look over as JJ wrapped his arms around her before looking at Pope as he started the boat.

"Looks like flirting money to me Mr Maybank, did you charm some kook lady whilst i was gone?" JJ laughing as he gave her a loud kiss on her cheek shaking his head after, walking over to Pope wanting to know why he was so quiet.

"Never, i know how lucky i am to have you Mrs Maybank." Y/n rolling her eyes as she looked through the remaining bags, checking the addresses before she stood up seeing JJ remove Pope's hat as she winced at the tears down Pope's face.

"What the hell! Who did that?" Pope shook his head not wanting to get into the conversation as Y/n moved to pull JJ away but it was too late.

"Who was it Pope?" JJ demanded, pulling his arm away from Y/n as Pope finally cracked looking at him.

"Rafe and Topper jumped me, Y/n tried to stop them but Rafe's a psycho. All because of the damn gun." JJ shook his head, mumbling an apology to Pope but they both knew Rafe and his goons didn't need a reason to beat a pogue.

"I just hate them, they think they're so much better than us." Pope ranted, JJ pulling Y/n towards him as he looked her over, kissing her head to say sorry for pushing her away in his anger but he knew she understood. They kept going, the deliveries finished as they drove along the channel until they stopped, Topper's boat parked up. Pope debating for a moment before he decided he wanted to do it, JJ covering his face and pulling the hood over Y/n's face as they watched.

"Pope, come on you don't need to do this." Y/n tried to reason, knowing Pope had more of a conscience than her and JJ, he was going to college, they weren't. She didn't want his future fucked up because of kooks. Pope shook his head diving into the water as JJ held Y/n, cheering on Pope as he unscrewed the plug and dived back in swimming towards the boat. JJ helping him out as Pope grinned showing him the plug, JJ laughing loudly before throwing it into the ocean and clapping his hands on Pope's back.

"You are an absolute legend Pope! I've never been more proud." Y/n giving him a grin as she agreed with JJ, she'd expected him to do something small not sink the entire boat, Pope driving away quickly as Y/n watched it sink with a small wince. Turning back to where Pope and JJ were pretend fighting, Y/n joining them as JJ slotted her under his arm. 

"Remember everyone, deny deny deny." Y/n and Pope repeated his words making JJ grin, giving Pope a nudge as the three laughed making their way to the shore. Pope beginning to freak out as he whispered to JJ, looking around as he tied the boat.

"They're going to know what we did. Oh god they're going to know." JJ patting him on the back and shaking his head.

"We didn't do anything. Deny deny deny." Y/n repeating as she stepped off the boat, walking ahead and smiling at Pope's dad as she passed him the tips she'd got.

"Hey i'm sorry about one of the deliveries, i was climbing off the boat and fell, i tried to apologise to them but they wouldn't listen so incase they ask for a refund here's all the tips i made so you don't lose for my mistake." Hayward appreciated her honesty as he handed her back the tips with a shake of his head, ruffling Y/n's hair as Pope and JJ walked closer.

"You let your misses fall getting off my boat Maybank?" JJ flushing red, nodding as Y/n looked at him with panicked eyes, apologising to Pope's dad with a nervous smile. Y/n moving back over and pulling his arm as they both said bye to Pope, JJ mouthing deny deny deny once more as Pope nodded, waving at them as they walked away. 

Y/n and JJ arrived at the chateau, finding John B panicking as he saw them, shushing them as he pushed them into his dad's office.

"I got chased by those goons today! They're looking for the compass." John B looked around his dad's office, packing anything he could find as Y/n looked out the window seeing a pick up truck arriving.

"Umm guys,  they're here." John B and JJ's eyes snapping towards the window and they all ducked, John B looking towards JJ.

"Do you have the gun?" JJ nodding as he looked for his bag, groaning as he realised he'd left it at the door, opening the office door and going to grab it as the goons walked up the stairs.

"JOHN B!" JJ running back and falling as he rushed back, Y/n closing the door in a panic as the goons began destroying everything, JJ and John B trying to find a way out, Y/n beginning to panic more as she heard them trashing everything calling out to John B. 

"Where is it John B?" Y/n whispered, hoping to make sure it was safe when John B looked at her with a guilty expression, scratching his head as JJ managed to get the window open enough to squeeze out of.

"About that-" The goons slammed against the door making Y/n go to scream as JJ clamped his hand over her mouth shaking his head, pushing her to the window as he and John B held the door, pushing a chair against it and running for the window. The three climbing out and running as the goons shot at the door, pushing it open and ransacking it whilst the pogues got away. 

John B called an emergency meeting of the pogues, JJ sitting with Y/n in his lap as they spoke about what happened, John B explaining how he gave the compass to Peterkin after he was chased by the goons and threatened. Now they were ransacking his house with a gun, JJ nodding as he hugged Y/n tighter to him, Pope explaining what he'd found out.

"Gold?" Ki said, Pope nodding as he told them he needed a drone as JJ grinned leaning forward as he held Y/n tightly.

"I know where we can get one." Y/n looked at him oddly, everyone talking and coming up with a plan which involved far too much from JJ and Y/n making them grin.

"Looks like the idiots are the most important for the mission." John B sighing at their words with a grin, Ki rolling her eyes whilst Pope just held his head in his hands.

"Okay so Ki and Y/n you distract, me and JJ will get the drone." Y/n nodding as she threw off JJ's hoodie, standing in her denim shorts and bikini top whilst Ki adjusted her top the two girls grinning as the boys stared.

"I think we've got this." Ki said moving to distract the guard before JJ pulled Y/n back, kissing her deeply then letting her walk off, a small hit to her butt making her yelp out as he grinned cheekily. 

Y/n twirled her hair, leaning against the car as Ki removed the air from another tire, the guard looking Y/n up and down as she bent down putting her cleavage next to his head, pretending to be looking at the tire.

"I just feel so silly, i left it for too long and now the airs gone from the tires, my daddy is going to kill me." Her voice higher as she sighed, Ki walking round as she tried not to laugh at Y/n, the guard red as Y/n spoke until he heard his dog barking. Y/n's eyes widening as she tried to get his attention back on her, Ki trying aswell but as he rounded the corner seeing Ki's hair pin in the wheel he shouted running off after his dog as Y/n cursed.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Hoping JJ and John B wouldn't get caught and they'd distracted him for long enough.

JJ laughed as Ki mocked Y/n, the latter rolling her eyes and sticking her middle finger up at Ki.

"My daddy's going to kill me, oh help me security guard my boobs fell out my top." JJ's eyes finding Y/n as she grinned finally cracking, John B and Pope laughing loudly as Ki dropped back next to them.

"Remind me to beat up the guard for looking at your tits." JJ grabbing her chest as he leaned back laughing, Y/n smacking his hands as the other pogues shouted covering their eyes.

"Alright alright! So tomorrow we'll follow those co ordinates and find the treasure. What are you guys going to do with your 100 mil?" Y/n asked, Pope having said the gold would be worth over 500 million. Each of them answering, deciding most of them would go full Kook until it came round to JJ and Y/n.

"What will you guys do with your 200 mil?" Y/n thought for a moment, JJ grinning as he leaned back bringing her with him.

"I'm going to buy the beach and start a surfing business. Buy Y/n a big ol' ring and get married full Kook style." JJ answered, Y/n laughing as she kissed his cheek. 

"In true kook style huh? So i'll be sleeping with the pool boy whilst you sleep with your single mother's learning how to surf." Y/n joked, everyone laughing as they drank, thinking about what they would truly do with the money, JJ was serious. He wanted to get Y/n a beautiful ring and marry her, give her the life they both deserved, Y/n wanting the same as they leaned against each other, hands linked. 

[yourdreamboyyy]

Netflix : series recommendation...

📺 Outer Banks

Go for it guys..you will surely love it

[myheartwentknocknock]

will never get over them

[hearts4-angel]

hi! i’m Angel, i’m 18 and I’m pretty new to the Outer Banks fandom like i watched it at the start of 2023 but I’m obsessed with it but anyway I love reading,listening to music and I’m obsessed I’m very delusional that all i can think of to say right now

Also I have an Rafe Cameron role playing account @itssmerafecameron

[victusinveritas]

Meeting of the Minds in the Outer Banks.

[rafesmuse]

obx porn links vol. 2 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.

nav. // main m.list // blurbs m.list // vol. 1 + vol. 3

— JJ MAYBANK

reverse cowgirl with jj outside

jj sucking and admiring your tits

dom!jj spanking you

giving boyfriend!jj a blowjob

doggystyle with best friend!jj

jj showing you how strong he is

riding roommate!jj in your room

jj fucking you while you’re wearing his shirt

helping jj relax after a long day

enemy!jj fucking you at a party

jj fucking you hard from behind

— RAFE CAMERON

missionary with boyfriend!rafe

ghostface!rafe sneaking into your room and fucking you

dom!rafe punishing you

rafe eating you out after a stressful day

morning sex with rafe

enemy!rafe fingering and choking you

shower sex with rafe

rafe fucking you on his yacht

study sessions with best friend!rafe

rafe admiring your body

riding rafe in his truck

neighbour!rafe fucking you in his bed

[thecameronchronicles]

Hot Chocolate

TW: fluffiness. 

SUMMARY: A fluffy wintery afternoon with your boyfriend John B. 

Word Count: 700

REQUESTED

Hey could I get John B x Reader where it is winter in obx, it is cold and he warms you up.. with hot chocolate and matching pjs. You can add to it, any Christmas ideas you may have.. just a fluffy Christmas story please. Thank you so much, your writing is amazing. 

Hot Chocolate 

A luminescent tree adorned with handmade ornaments sat just out of view as you pulled yourself closer into his chest. That incomparable comfort supplied by his strong arms was enough to alter any pain into silence when wrapped around you. But at this particular moment, you were basking in the solitude of being alone. With JJ at work and Kiara and Pope with their families, you were allowed this time alone with him after weeks of interruptions. This was what made this moment so special. 

"Nuh uh, where are you going?" He groaned as you slipped from his arms, his eyes taking in the aesthetic of matching pajamas appearing perfect over your body. 

"Hot chocolate." 

"Not sure if we have any left...Pope keeps stealing the packages and JJ eats all the marshmallows..." You chuckled, having sourced the kitchen for the necessary ingredients. 

"Just enough for the two of us." You spoke with content excitement as he wrapped himself around you as you prepared rhe mugs for the sweet drink. His lips would sneak pecks into your neck within the process, as you quickly lost track of time as he carried those lips to your mouth. 

Sweet or thorough, every one of his kisses had been cause for those butterflies no matter the context. You could become just as lost in a series of pecks than in those passionate exchanges in the more romantic of settings. But in this instance, you would find it as a distraction for time. You'd only been forced back to reality once hearing the microwave beep from across your current entrapment in his arms. 

"Perfect-" You spoke proudly to your mug, picturesque in the ambiance you'd set to achieve. A perfect swirl of whipped cream set at the center, cinnamon sprinkled from your swift pinch, and a peppermint candy cane, unwrapped from the tree, had been set on display. 

Meanwhile, John B reached for his plain drink as you corrected him. 

"At least have the whipped cream-" But in your attempt to rush a spritz before his sip, you struck his top lip and nose. As you belted out laughing, the look of surprise more humorous than the foreign accompaniment, he took this as instigation of a playful war. 

"Think just because you're cute and won't get you back?" He asked, using a handful of cinnamon before tossing it across the counter as it collected in your hair. Shaking it out just to see how much had landed on you, you then reached for the whipped cream that he had apprehended first. 

"Now you're in trouble-" 

"John B-" You requested his name with a grin and hands lifted in surrender while he continued to move closer. 

"You started this game, baby...time to deal with your consequences.." You attempted to glide away, but were captured before  a dollop left on your nose. The empty can left on the counter, aerosol dispersed, you were at a standstill while looking into each other's eyes. His, seemed to swallow you whole as he took this as an opportunity to supply a dash of cinnamon to the swirl left between you. 

But instead of reaching for any other cooking component just out of your grasp, you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him. A quick peck that made him share your loss of a quick hand as he smirked. 

"Touche, baby." 

"I am NOT cleaning this up..." Kiara groaned as she spotted the state of the kitchen. You both chuckled as he pulled his lips to her ear. 

"Good thing she doesn't see what we do with the whipped cream when she's not here..." You pushed playfully against his chest before moving to clean up the mess. 

"What kind of psychopath doesn't like anything on their hot chocolate?" You taunted as he surprised you with a kiss. 

"I'd have a sugar overload with both you and that on my lips-" 

"I could stop kissing you then. I mean you NEED whipped cream on hot chocolate-" 

"No," He corrected. "I need you." 

TAGLIST: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @onmykneesforrafe @drews1love

[maureen2musings]

shinndierock

[vilefs]

14th September, 2023

You know what, Ward Cameron is the worst father ever. Compare the way he treated John B to Rafe Cameron HIS OWN SON?? My fucking god, and don't I hold a huge grudge against Sarah because of it. Either way Ward Cameron is mentally demented.

[rafeysdoll]

Bsf Rafe convincing reader that it’s normal to hump on him through his pants cus his just helping out a friend!! Plus y’all are wearing clothes

wanna state since i know im gonna receive hate lol— that reader does know what sex/sexual things are!! hence why she’s also able to tell rafe she’s horny in the first place. i’m not writing a reader that doesn’t know what sexual things are, she clearly does lol

“w-we’re fine, okay? fine. almost all close friends do this. ‘ts completely normal,” rafe nudges, squeezing your bum lightly as you continue dragging yourself back and forth. tiny gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. “it’s not like we’re having sex, you still got your panties on.” your best friend states rather obviously, tugging on the straps of your lacy, sticky underwear.

“promise.. promise nothing’s gonna change?” you mewl, dry humping his bulge, hands placed on rafe’s chest for support. “i promise, just wanna help you.. said you were horny right? it’s uh… a good thing you came to me. other guys would just — just be ruthless on you, y’know? use you and shit.”

you hum, still rubbing your clothed cunt against him, the roughness of his pants making you flustered and barely able to grasp any real attention for what he's talking about. “feels good, rafey.”

“yea, i know, can go faster than that though baby come on.” he urges, placing his hands on your waist and helping you move at a faster speed, groaning at the friction.

he had half a mind to just rip you both out of your clothes and pound you into your bed, tell you he couldn't help himself as ruts inside your hole.

but he clenches his fist and holds back. what a gentleman.

“yeah there you go, feels even better now dont it?” “so, soo much better.. you- you always know what's best, rafey." you mewl, letting out the prettiest noises as you keep on your movements, rafe’s cock jumping underneath the fabric.

“why.. why dont you come and give me a kiss? for thanks?” he questions, puckering his lips slightly. when you freeze just a bit, rafe catches on and helps you rub against him again, quickly sending you back into your haze.

“o..okay,” you whisper, leaning forward to give a him a wet kiss, somehow even more nervous at your locked lips than how you were humping him like you would a pillow.

but it was so sweet, his surprisingly soft lips against your glittery ones.

who could blame you for letting this happen a few more times? you were best friends, after all — you did everything together.