#outer banks x male reader

[bumblesimagines]

this doesn't mean anything.

- Sarah Cameron

this doesn't mean anything.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Got carried away with this one

In the world of the Outer Banks, Kooks were seen as untouchable. They were the stuck-up, spoiled, privileged kids who could do, say, or buy anything they wanted as long as they had daddy or mommy's credit card in their back pocket. They puffed out their chests, turned up their nose, and spat venom just because they knew they could. Their parents would flock and point fingers if any harm came to them, demanding Sherriff Peterkin and Deputy Shoupe do something about the 'dirty Pogues targeting their poor babies' as if Peterkin and Shoupe could do anything more than let them off with a warning or a brief night in a cell.

While they were utterly pathetic and useless, (Y/N) found them incredibly amusing. Nothing was better than watching the smugness get knocked right out of a Kook. Tears would immediately spring in their eyes and their perfect skin would stain with purple and red coloring that'd stay no matter how many ice packs they put to it. The Kooks that talked the biggest game were often the ones that squealed first in fights. Their scratchy, obnoxious voices would plead for mercy, shouting empty promises of staying away and never bothering them again. Rafe Cameron was the only one who could handle a little pain, but even then, the boy was as boring as watching paint dry. One look from his daddy dearest and he went away with his tail tucked between his legs. 

His sister, as (Y/N) came to learn, was a lot more fun.

"Remember the rules, guys. No hardcore drugs, don't get blackout drunk, and don't start anything without me." (Y/N) called out after his younger brother and his group of friends. He was certain the nerd would keep them out of trouble, as he always did when they hung out, but a reminder never hurt anybody. The four of them scampered further down the beach, kicking up sand in their wake and disappearing amongst the other teenagers. They weren't much younger than him, only a year or two below him in school, but they were as annoying as children and attracted trouble wherever they went.

Fishing his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket and sticking one between his lips, he allowed his gaze to drift over the party-goers present. Pogues, Kooks, and a few tourists who appeared wildly out of place with their big sun hats blocking half their vision. He recognized Rafe and his posse of coked-up boys lingering near the water and Barry making use of eager Kooks and their heavy pockets. His attention dropped down to his lighter and he grunted when it refused to light for longer than a second.

"Maybe it's a sign you should quit." A feathery voice piped up behind him and he turned around to find the treasured princess of Figure Eight.

Everyone knew Sarah Cameron. She was the beloved daughter of Ward Cameron, the pride and joy of Figure Eight, and the most envied and desired girl in Kildare. Everyone tripped over themselves trying to be in her good graces, trying to get a taste of the Cameron wealth and status. Ever since she entered high school, he'd heard all about her numerous relationships. She lept from boy to boy and left a trail of broken, jealous hearts in her path. Her most recent boy toy had been Topper Thornton, the son of the renowned Doctor Thornton and grandson of Judge Holden. JJ had left enough bruises on him for (Y/N) to know him well. (Y/N) thought they looked more like siblings than lovers.

"Nobody ever taught you not to talk to strangers, princess?" 

"I would hardly call you a stranger." She said and lifted the mai tai in hand up to her pink-colored lips. Her eyes twinkled with the setting sun, lightening the deep shade of brown. "Everyone knows the Maybanks."

"And nobody likes them. You might have to forfeit your Kook card if you get caught talking to me, Miss Cameron." He cooed teasingly and she smiled despite herself, rolling her pretty eyes and brushing her hair away from her face when the wind gently tousled it. His eyes drifted down to the dark knee-length sundress she wore decorated in orange and yellow flowers. It looked better than what most of the girls from the Cut wore to fancy events.

"I don't care about my Kook card, (Y/N). I think this whole... Pogue vs Kook thing is so stupid. We're all living on the same island. Why should we be giving each other shit for where we were born?" 

"I'm sure you'll be a just and fair ruler, princess." His words made her roll her eyes again and she laughed quietly into her can. Even her drink of choice screamed rich. Everyone else stuck to cheap beer or half-filled bottles they stole from the kitchen cabinet when their parents weren't home. Sarah twirled a piece of her hair around her finger, glancing away from him and toward her friends. They hadn't noticed her yet and for a moment, (Y/N) expected her to call out to them and walk away. But she looked back at him with a familiar coy smile. 

"Wanna talk somewhere more... private?"

He wondered how annoyed John B would be when he learned he'd taken Figure Eight's princess back to his place. It'd been closer than the Maybank residence and had less chance of a drunken and drugged Luke staggering through the front door ready to ruin (Y/N)'s night. Kiara would certainly throw a tantrum about him sleeping with her ex-best friend and if Kiara got upset, Pope would quickly follow in defense of his crush. Annoying little shits but they made JJ happy and that was enough for (Y/N) to tolerate their shenanigans. 

Tugging up his pants and zipping them back up, he gazed at the dozing Kook. Her long blonde hair had been sprawled out over the dark pillowcase and she'd buried half her face in the pillow, her parted lips forming a small spot of drool. As content and comfortable as she looked, he needed her back home before she chose to overstay her welcome under false assumptions. 

"Hey, princess." (Y/N) reached down to move some strands of hair away from her face and shook her shoulder. She whined quietly and squeezed her eyes before rolling fully onto her stomach and burying her face further in the pillow defiantly. "You need to get going before Ward calls the cops 'cause his precious girl didn't come home."

Tiredly lifting her head, she squinted at him through the sunlight. "Are you worried about Ward or worried about what your friends will say?" 

"My friends won't give a shit about me taking the Kook princess's virginity, sweets." Her face reddened considerably and he smirked. "My brother's friends might get pissed if they see a Kook on our turf. And I don't want problems with Carrera. She makes good food."

Sarah finally sat up and raked her fingers through her hair to detangle the knots as she searched the floor for her belongings. Her eyes finally settled on her underwear and she pursed her lips, the tips of her ears turning a soft red. "You ripped them." She murmured and her fingers began to toy with the ends of her hair. 

"You didn't complain when I did it." (Y/N) scooped the sundress up from the floor and tossed it in her direction, arms folding over his chest while he watched her get dressed and rise from the bed. She awkwardly tugged at the dress and retrieved her torn underwear from the floor before shoving it into her purse and turning to face him. 

"So-"

"I can drop you off at Word for Word. It's the closest store to Figure Eight so one of your little friends should be able to pick you up. I'd drive you home but I've got work and Barry will kill me if I'm late again." (Y/N) explained quickly and slipped his shirt back on, snatching his keys from the nightstand and jerking his head toward the door when Sarah remained rooted in her spot. 

"That's it? You're just going to... ditch me in the middle of nowhere?" She stared at him in a mixture of surprise and irritation, and (Y/N) sighed, preparing the speech he often found himself telling those who couldn't catch a hint. He was a Maybank, for Christ's sake. Nothing about the men in his family screamed commitment. His father could hardly hold down a job and JJ was as much of a playboy as the next guy.

"Sarah, baby, this doesn't mean anything. I'm sorry if your feelings are hurt but I asked if you were sure and offered to drive you back like five times last night. If you wanted your first time to be with your soulmate, you should've let me know and I would've taken you back to your boyfriend. Now, unless you want to get into a screaming match with Kiara, I suggest you start figuring out who's taking you the rest of the way."

[devilsjacket]

soft boy!rafe who loves when you run your fingers through his hair and praise him. He loves how heating you say how well he’s done and how proud of him you are, the soft scent of your cologne tickling his nose as he moves closer to your chest.

“You’re making me proud rafe” you mutter, kissing the crown of rafe’s hair and smiling, feeling him press closer to you. He can’t get enough of hearing it, sometimes even asking for you to repeat it, just to feel that wave of affection wash over him once more.

[marrziy]

Eu preciso de mais histórias desse psicopata com o leitor masculino, TENHO FOME! O tumblr tá entupido de imagines dele com fem reader, já com male reader dá pra contar nos dedos e ainda sobra

[infernalodie]

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

“𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭? 𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦“

Inspo: Weston Estate - Silence

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Male!reader

Summary: All you heard was the silence, and the wail of your heart...

Warnings: Angsty as fuck with brief bursts of fluff

Words: 3444

The sun broke out beyond the horizon, signifying the early sights of the morning. It was nice. At least, it was nice for what it was. Giving the faintest amount of warmth your heart needed in this time of melancholy. And sitting on John B’s dock, you settled on the stern of the HMS Pogue. The freshly installed padding makes seeing the sun far more comfortable than your body felt.

You ached, terribly. Body sore from the countless nights of no sleep and eyes heavy from the countless tears you were sure could drown all of Outer Banks. Yet, it amounted to nothing in the end when everything you’ve felt has been simply a lie. A smokescreen to everything that was being played out behind the scenes. 

Everything you did wasn’t enough in the end. Leaving you a sour version that others barely got along with. You were a mood killer. The Pogues understood it, but it didn’t help how you didn’t open up to them. But how could you? This was the girl of your dreams you were talking about. The same girl that danced around you, placing false hopes in your mind, when in all actuality she was interested in your friend.

A joint rested between the pads of your index and thumb. Burning absently as you continued to stare out at the open ocean. Taking the reflecting star that bounced off the water rather nicely. It was truly a sight to behold. One that you wished could be spent with the whole band of misfits you had stuck beside since you were children.

Although the weed was helping you recuperate, gaining hold of your bearings, it didn’t help find the safe haven you were hoping to find. Able to shed your clothes of emotion and be able to continue on without Sarah Cameron on your mind.

“Yo, Y/n!” Running a hand through your hair and successfully sweeping the strands out of your eyes, you looked over your shoulder. Finding a barely clothes JJ Maybank walks over with a gentle smile.  “Smoking a doink without me, bud?”

JJ had been one of the three that stuck around for you. The years of childhood memories and you two being the most reckless out of the Pogues created a different bond you had with the others. His words made your chest swell and your stomach jitter with euphoria. He was a beam of joyfulness that you cherished each and every day you got to have in your life.

“Wanted to watch the sunrise.” You watched the boy hop onto the boy, making you yelp as your gripped onto the edge to keep yourself still. JJ snickered into amusement, clambering onto the back and taking the cold and empty spot beside you. You handed him the joint as you clasped your hands with pursed lips. “Nothing beat’s this view.”

“I agree,” JJ muttered, chest swelled with smoke as he returned the joint back to you. Exhaling with a rough cough falling from his throat, his closed hand hitting his chest as he hacked up a lung. You laughed softly, rubbing a comforting hand across the blonde’s back. “The sunset is just as good.”

You hummed, lips shaped in a thin-lip smile. There was a time when you hadn’t watched this alone and it had been spent with the whole group. A cold beer in your grasp with wet droplets covering your hands as you watched the sun slowly fall beyond your gaze. The bristling of long blonde hair brushed against your cheek with the faintest sound of snores echoing in your ears.

Those were the days.

Things were simple back then. Now, it was hard for you to try and keep track of whatever else were doing. You barely left your room in the Chateau. How could you when John B and Sarah would just be outside in the living room? But it’s not like you had a choice when you had nowhere else to go. Pope came by occasionally but didn’t interact with you since you were still a bit sensitive, and Kiara just didn’t like you. After snapping at her about the prying of your mind she had tried conducting, it created a very bitter response to erupt.

None of it had been purposeful, but it had happened and you would have to live with it. Your only saviour was JJ, who wasn’t afraid to pull you out of bed and forced you to come to parties. Sticking by your side the entire time, unless he needed your help getting with a chick. Reenacting a lot of your first few years of Highschool together in those few good moments.

“You know, you can talk to me, right?” JJ mused. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you, seeing him staring out at the beautiful ocean. When he must’ve noticed your gaze, he looked at you with a comforting smile. “I mean that, Y/n. I know it’s still fresh, but I am always here. I’ve known John B for just as long as you, but what he did wasn’t right. So, whatever happens, later on, I’m with you.”

For the first time in a while, that’s what you needed to hear. Smiling forcefully, but attempting to hide the tears that brimmed in your eyes—sniffling as you exhaled heavily. Feeling the firm hold of JJ’s arm wrap around your shoulder and pull you close. Making you rest your head on his shoulder, silently letting the tears fall into the ocean and be swept away.

It wasn’t long after that the two of you wandered back to the Chateau. Laughing about something that JJ had done last night at the party he and others went to. But upon entering, you two found Sarah's seat on the counter in front of the coffee machine. A yawn escaped her lips as she attempted to rub the exhaustion from her eyes.

It hadn’t worked.

As always, Sarah was beautiful. It was hard to take that away from someone who looked breathtaking even after waking up. Her hair was slightly astray and frizzy on top. Her tanned legs swayed as she watched the pot slowly fill with her personal pick-me-up. A shirt that reached her mid-thighs covering whatever was underneath. But the sight of her didn’t hurt you, but the shirt. It was yours. One that she had stolen from you and promised to never give it back when the two of you were… whatever you two were.

But with the sound of the inside patio door slamming shut, the girl swivelled her head to see you and JJ. She had a surprised expression seeing either of you awake. “Didn’t know you were an early bird, JJ.” The response she received was a pause of silence. Just as JJ had said, he would take your side. With the pain still so fresh in your mind, he knew that meant not interacting with Sarah as much as he used to. Well, not with you around at least. If he could help you adjust, then his attention would be put on you.

After a heavy atmosphere filtered the living room and kitchen, JJ walked in further with a sigh. “Y/n and I are going on a walk,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out multiple beers. Noticing that this would be a very long day, you grabbed John B’s backpack and walked over.

“Can I come?” She inquired, groaning as she stretched her arms above her head. “I haven’t been this awake this early. I wanna get a good walk-in.”

Her obliviousness left a sour taste in your mouth. Did she really not care? Was she going to act as if nothing happened 2 months ago? The fact that she couldn’t get the hint irked you. Far more than you’d like to admit. You weren’t angry but frustrated by the girl.

“We’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t wait up for us on anything.” JJ’s very own cold tone surprised you just as much as Sarah. Making you sigh softly as you run your hand through your hair.

“Come with.” The look you got from JJ was incredulous and made you feel embarrassed. Was it pitiful that you still wanted to be around her after everything she did? “We’re just going to a spot we used to hang out at when we were kids.”

Sarah smiled warmly at your invitation. “Then let’s go.” She walked past you and JJ, grabbing her shoes and slipping them on. You could feel JJ’s eyes bore into the side of your head, and you knew he was on the brink of putting you in a headlock and chastising you like an older brother. He wanted the best for you, but you weren’t making it easy for him, or yourself.

But maybe you were just a fool grasping onto hope. Holding it close to your already quivering heart that was being held together by tape. The idea of leaving whatever it was that you and Sarah experienced unfinished didn’t feel right. None of what had happened since she got with John B felt okay. There was a piece of your story that wasn’t written and you wanted to see if there was another chapter ahead or if this is how your love story concluded.

The three of you quickly set off on the walk, all holding beers whilst you hauled the bag on your back. There wasn’t much conversation besides brief comments. One thing was for sure; Sarah made you uncomfortable. You were hesitant to even say anything as you were sure she would try and converse with you. One; she wanted to fill the silence. Two; neither of you had talked much since she got with John B. All of it for good reason, but not enough to make you courageous and attempt to hold a conversation with her.

Eventually, the three of you arrived at the small fort. It was in the thick density of the trees on the Cut. Old pieces of wood scavenged and nailed into trees; all done by you and JJ. So many memories are held in this little fort that still sported the old dusty blankets and pillows. Surely festering with bugs, yet, they still caused a smile to form on your lips. Drawings on the ceiling of the fort in crayon drew your attention next. Shooting stars and other indecipherable drawings you two had created. But you definitely see the massive difference in quality from yours to JJ’s.

Settling on your side of the fort, you sighed and set the backpack between your legs. JJ takes the spot opposite you, and Sarah sits beside you. An action that made you bristled with not so forgotten goosebumps.

“Is this where you guy’s used to hang out at when you were kids?” Sarah asked, eyes glossing every little detail. You glanced at her while you grabbed a new joint and beer from the backpack.

“When things got hard at home, we met up here,” you said, gaining Sarah’s attention. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity and intent interest. “We slept here for days and stole food from John B’s. But Big John didn’t mind.”

JJ smiled as well at the memory. “I remember the time he came running out his bedroom in his briefs, shotgun in hand, and frightful as we were sat on his counter eating cookies.” That caused a chorus of laughter to fall between you two.

“That was scary, man. I fuckin’ pissed myself!” You laughed as you tried to keep your hands steady with lighting the joint.

“Does anyone know about this place?” Sarah mused, joining in on the conversation.

The blonde boy shook his head, taking the spare joint you held for him. “John B never wanted to come and Pope was always helping his parents with the business,” JJ explained. “I don’t even think I ever want to tell them about this place. It’s important to Y/n and me.”

You smiled at JJ, bowing your head with pink cheeks as you exhaled a cloud. Sarah watched you with curious eyes. JJ seemed to notice though. Letting out a yawn, he sat up in a crouch. “But before we start drinking, I need to piss.” His comment made you snicker as you took a puff off the joint. With the brand new open spot, Sarah crawled over and sat opposite you. Her knees curled into her chest as she continued to look around.

Finding something that piqued her interest, she moved a few books and drew books and pulled out a small piano. Nothing professional or expensive, but something for a child. Already pre-recorded melodies coded into the instrument that a kid could play with, stimulating their mind. Stickers of Star Wars were pressed over the frame of the case, making it even more personal.

Spotting the device, you smiled softly as Sarah interacted with the device. Watching her press one of the keys. It responds with an almost robotic tone of the pressure, causing your eyes to flicker shot at the nostalgic sound. It shaped a childlike smile on Sarah’s lips as she tried to find some sort of melody to create.

“JJ got that for me after I started showing the tiniest bit of interest in music,” you said, causing the girl to look up at you with a smile. Her hair swept to the left side of her head and her brown eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter from your explanation of the item. “When he couldn’t sleep, he used to beg I play it and sing whatever the hell came from my lips. When we got older, I just, kinda made songs with the thing.”

That seemed like enough for Sarah to turn the piano and extend it towards you. You looked between the device and the girl, spotting the silent request. Sighing, you moved the backpack and took the device and rested it on your crossed legs. Strands of your hair rested over your eyes as you carefully pressed each key, hoping to remember one of the few songs you made with the instrument.

When you eventually did, you began to play the melody. Sarah’s eyes intently fixated on your fingers, eyes occasionally flickering up to try and catch your gaze. Unable to prepare herself for your sudden voice filling in the extra space of silence. Baby girl don't worry, ain't no problems. Maybe all the liquor in the world will help us solve 'em,” you sang. “Meet me at the bottom of the poison that we swallowed. Drowning in your tears all while we count up all the bottles.”

Your throat strained from the lack of practice in recent weeks. No amount of motivation had been able to get you back into your groove of creating music. JJ tried, but you just opted to lock your door and keep him out. But now, maybe it was the nostalgia in the air or the hurt feelings you felt like releasing, but you felt the tiniest bit of courage to keep going.

“So if you hear the words I sing, I swear they weren't 'bout you. And when you see my face and look away like nothing's new.” Again, your voice strained as you tried to hit the higher notes. Still shocking Sarah who felt compelled to continue to sit and listen. Completely engulfed in your angelic vocals as you continued. “And I'll let go of faith 'till you decide just what to do. The funny thing about pain is that it always ends in truth.”

Playing the keys in a loop, you kept your head bowed. Hiding whatever ounce of emotion you had to shed to sing. It hurt doing so as you were desperate what Sarah had to say or what she was thinking. “Daisies. You never learned to hate me. I wish you were never my daisy. I never thought you could hate me”

The last key rang out as you sat there in pause. Licking your dry lips and sweeping a few strands of hair out of your face as you looked up at Sarah. She wore a sad smile, arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at you.

You awkwardly smiled, moving the instrument to the side as you took a puff off your joint. Unable to meet her gaze just like when you found out she was dating John B. No warning of doing so or any explanation as to what you two had been. And you couldn’t tell if she was feeling anything during that time or even now. So, the less you knew, the better.

“I want you to know Y/n, I care about you,” Sarah said, gaging your attention. It wasn’t intentional, but you scoffed.

Looking down at the joint, you should your head in disbelief as you replayed that day. How she had clung to John B’s side like they had been together for years. How she kissed him. How she held his hand. God, it all made you think the opposite of her statement. If she’d cared, then she would’ve offered you mercy and said that she saw you as a friend. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you to handle.

“That’s bullshit and we both know it, Sarah,” you said, taking another puff off the joint. Sarah continued to stare at you with a saddened look in her eyes. “I mean…” You let out a laugh, looking up at her. “Was anything you said or did real? Or was I just hallucinating?”

“Y/n-” She moved closer, sitting between your spread legs and holding your cheeks. When you tried to look away, she softly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. “-All of it was real. At the time John B and I got together, I was stressed. He and I just… happened.” She didn’t know the right words to describe how it was at that time. Perhaps it was the thrill of searching for the gold or she allowed herself to believe she had something with John B.

“You didn’t tell me, Sarah,” you said, lips pursing as you refused to cry. You wouldn’t allow her to see you like this. It made you look like an idiot and it showed how much she had impacted your heart and thoughts. Because she lived rent-free in both places and you couldn’t remove her no matter how much alcohol or drugs you had. “You left me behind.”

“If I left you behind, do you think I would be here with you?” She questioned, hand still holding your chin firmly to keep her gaze. Almost like she was wanting to try and spot any lie within her eyes. But you found nothing and that probably hurt worse than a lie.

The pads of her thumb softly ran over your jaw with her other hand holding your cheek, doing the same. It was soft and delicate. Like she knew that at any moment you could break apart in her grasp. Reduced to a weeping and pleading mess.

“I can’t play this game, Sarah,” you told her. “I can’t just watch you jump back and forth between me and John B. You have to decide because I can’t deal with this anymore.”

Sarah sat there for a moment, eyes flickering across your face  But in what felt like a blink, you felt a pair of lips press to yours. Your momentary shock was overridden with relief as you kissed her just as passionately. Her tongue flicked over your bottom lip and you surrendered. Allowing her tongue to roll and fight with your own as she pulled you impossibly closer. A soft moan fell from Sarah’s lips as she parted for a second to bite your bottom lip. A shaky breath fell from your lips before it was halted by Sarah pressing her lips against yours again.

No other girl you had experienced a kiss with had been like this. It didn’t have the same electrifying effect. You didn’t feel high and grounded like Sarah made you feel. She was gentle in her actions as she took control of the kiss. Keeping it slow and passionate. Just the way you had always imagined it to be.

When the two of you two broke apart for air, your lips were bruised and wet, Eyes heavy as you felt Sarah rest her head against yours. Breath intermingled together as she stroked your cheeks softly as you hummed at the contact. She smiled softly at the action.

“Does that decide it?”

[ayowhatnah]

The friendly pogue 😁

M/n is the most friendliness out of the gang (plus he has a pet frog his name is pablo)

JJ has a crush m/n since they were kids.

M/n woke up and was met with the site of his best friend paolo sitting on his chin pablo started to crock and gently slapped his padded foot hitting m/n face.

M/n then gently grabbed pablo and placed pablo on his shoulder and walked out of his bedroom and walked to the kitchen and made some cereal while pablo sat on m/n Shoulder.

Once at John b's place m/n walked through the doorway and sat on the couch moving pablo off his shoulder and placed him on his leg waiting for the others.

Once jj jumped out of the van he made his way to the house and into the lounge room hopping over the couch and sat next to m/n and pablo.

Next thing you know jj and m/n started to talk to each other and while talking to each other jj let something slip out that he had some feeling for m/n out but then jj started to apologize for it but the m/n slowly shuffled over a bit and grabbed jj's face and leaned in to kiss him after jj got over the shock jj kissed m/n back.

While jj and m/n were kissing pope john b shara and kiara stayed on outside giving the pair some privacy.

[cookstorys]

𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗

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Character- Pope

Show/Movie- Outer Banks

Warning- Making out, first time 🌚, established relationship 😝,

Author Note - This was kinda cuteeee 😭🫶🏾

Females dni

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“Pope slow down.” You chuckled at the eagerness your boyfriend had. In his defense, he did think you were dead. It took Pope everything in his power to get out of bed and continue his studies after the incident. The only thing that kept him moving is the last words you spoke to him.

_________Flashback______________

“You don’t have to go [name].” Pope reasoned. “We can figure this out together.” At this point, Pope was trying to hold in his tears that were threatening to come out. You laughed at the thought of finally having a happy ending, something that wasn’t very common throughout your life. You thought you had finally won when the both of you got together but life had other plans. Like having your friend go on a crazy treasure hunt and somehow becoming wanted for murder.

“You know I can’t trust those two alone, mainly John B. Baby I promise after I take them to their destination I’ll come back to you.” Pope lightly smiled at your attempt to lighten the situation up. “Promise?” “Promise.”

__________Flashback______________

It was a tough few weeks but it all lead to now. Him in your lap, hands on your face pushing you closer to his lips. “I don’t want to slow down. I’m ready for you.” Those words sent a wave of nervousness and excitement throughout your body. You gave Pope a shocked face in return for his statement. “You mean as in… intercourse?” The words left your mouth shakily as Pope smirked.

“Yes, I mean sex. I want you right now.” Pope sounded eager. Which was hot given we’re talking about Pope here. Pope stood up from his position on the floor, where you were sleeping for the time being, and locked the door. “Don’t be too loud.” He smirked.

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Pope let out a final moan in your ear which was followed by his climax. He stood up from your lap to lay beside you. The room fell silent for a moment. The only thing that could be heard was both of your heavy breathing. “So..was it good?” Pope spoked. You could tell Pope was scared of your response. “You were amazing. Was I.. ok?” Pope looked up towards your e/c eyes. “You were perfect.” He smiled and cuddled into your side, resting his face on your chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[amirthegreat111]

RULES AND REQUEST

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little intro abt me :) :

- my name is amir

- 19

- they/them

- not the best at uploading but i'll try

- stories will take a few hours to a day too complete depending on how long the request is

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i write for the following fandoms:

- the outsiders

- stranger things

- outer banks

- shameless

- 13 reasons why

- the 100

- criminal minds

- umbrella academy

- It

(feel free to request a character from a different fandom just be sure to include where they're from)

WHAT I WILL WRITE

anything really

WHAT I DONT/WILL NOT WRITE

r*pe or s/a

s/h

incest or anything along the lines

age play

aside from that feel free to request :)!!

[bumblesimagines]

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

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

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

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

friend clarified this was for jj maybank

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course." You nodded and laughed softly.

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

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

"That was on purpose."

"Uh huh."

[devilsjacket]

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

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

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

[marrziy]

Rafe Cameron x Male Reader

"Assopre o pavio"

• Série: Outer Banks (2020)

• Personagem: Rafe Cameron

• Gêneros: drama /dark

• Sinopse: seu namorado, que há dias você cogita converter em ex, tem o péssimo hábito de simplesmente sumir sem dar explicação. Após três dias sem contato, ele bate na sua porta, confessa um crime e cobra conforto de você, como se fosse fácil ignorar que o seu parceiro tirou a vida de alguém a sangue frio.

⚠️ Avisos: relacionamento tóxico, relacionamento abusivo, violência, briga, discussão, obsessão, menção a drogas e insinuações sexuais. Final completamente pessimista!⚠️

• Palavras: 2.6k

3° pessoa - passado

Ter pais ausentes não era tão ruim assim. Você tinha um baita casarão só para si, e a companhia silenciosa dos empregados durante o dia era melhor do que a daqueles que te botaram neste mundo luxuoso e imperfeito. As viagens constantes, seja a negócios ou para trepar feito coelhos em um hotel à beira mar, te livravam de uma mãe que fazia escândalo sobre qualquer fiozinho fora do lugar em sua cabeça e de um pai que gritava com sua mãe por ela estar gritando.

Mas ter um namorado ausente não rolava. Você queria estar com Rafe naquela tardinha fria, aproveitar a mansão vazia com ele, ser criativo e testar lugares novos, como a bancada da cozinha, que na sua opinião, era espaçosa demais para ter uma única função.

Mas fazia três dias que ele andava te dando perdido. Rafe ignorava suas ligações e não respondia suas mensagens.

Buscar se situar através dos familiares dele era como tentar rechear um pastel de vento. Rafe teve a quem puxar, o pai tinha a mesma aura de gasparzinho e raramente dava o ar da graça. A madrasta do maldito distribuía migué, sabia tão pouco e o que sabia, não contava. Sarah, depois que começou a andar com os Pogues, afastou-se da bolha Kook, da qual você ainda estava preso, e Wheezie estava tão perdida quanto você.

Não era a primeira vez, era comum, mesmo não devendo ser, Rafe ficar algum tempo longe. Ele estava metido em muitas merdas e quando se isolava, fazia para não te envolver.

Mas nunca durou tanto…

Você sabia que algo estava acontecendo, pois desde ontem os portões da família Cameron estiveram fechados para todos.

E quem dera a ausência fosse o único obstáculo. Quando compartilhavam espaço, muitas vezes, as coisas terminavam de modo trágico entre você e Rafe.

Namorá-lo era como ter um lindo sapato no armário, mas de numeração errada: deslumbrante, de aparência perfeita, porém, quando calçado, mostrava-se defeituoso, por ser dois números menores que seu pé, esmagando os dedos e resultando em dolorosos e duradouros calos a cada passo teimoso.

Passava da hora de se livrar desse sapato.

Rafe era instável, você sabia que havia algo errado com ele, já sentiu na pele o quão agressivo ele podia ser e, como alguém que se importava, tentou ajudá-lo, e quando não podia, estava lá com ele, para enfrentar o que fosse.

Entretanto, você não era de ferro e nem sempre esteve disposto a passar a mão na cabeça da fera, ainda mais quando ela insistia em morder o mesmo local, perpetuando o erro.

As coisas passavam do limite com frequência e a última ida da vaca ao brejo ainda estava fresca na memória. Foi no início do verão, o dia que começou perfeito terminou caótico no momento em que você encontrou um pino no quarto de Rafe com aquele pó branco. 

Ele havia prometido a você, jurou de pé junto que iria parar…

Sua reação foi imediata, você estava gritando, exigindo explicações e Rafe só lhe dava desculpas. No calor do momento você ameaçou terminar, disse que iria deixá-lo caso ele continuasse usando aquela merda. No seu imaginário, Rafe iria se retrair com a ameaça, mas não… O Cameron foi violento. Primeiro um tapa - sua bochecha ardia -, depois um empurrão - suas costas latejaram contra a parede - e por último os gritos no seu ouvido.

Enquanto Rafe exclamava que você não podia fazer aquilo, que você era dele e ele era seu, você tinha mais certeza que sua menção à término não era apenas uma falácia.

A cada dia que passava se tornava uma necessidade.

Esparramado no sofá, você encarou o bate-papo no celular, onde você conversava sozinho. Rafe sequer visualizou. Com um resmungo frustrado, você desligou o aparelho, o largou na mesinha de centro e repousou as duas mãos na barriga com os dedos entrelaçados, se acomodando melhor no sofá enquanto divagava olhando fixamente para o lustre no teto.

Vocês dois estavam superando a última divergência, tudo estava ocorrendo bem, as interações recentes foram super agradáveis, entretanto, no meio do mar de rosas, Rafe simplesmente nadou para longe.

Era tão, tão, tão estressante! As marcas no seu corpo estavam sumindo, você finalmente conseguia olhar para o espelho sem querer chorar e aí, sem mais nem menos, ele desapareceu.

Sumiu no instante em que você estava curado.

E retornou para te machucar novamente.

O som da campainha ecoou por toda a estrutura moderna. Em seguida, seu corpo contraiu em um espasmo involuntário devido à quebra abrupta da quietude. O susto lhe rendeu uma mordida na língua e, na sequência, a pessoa na porta teve o nome da mãe profanado.

Você deslocou-se até o hall de entrada, tenso e um pouco apreensivo; afinal, não esperava visitas. O olho mágico te permitiu visualizar o corpo do outro lado, e assim que identificou Rafe, imediatamente destrancou a porta.

Mas não foi você quem abriu.

Assim que a tranca girou, Rafe empurrou a madeira branca e você recuou alguns passos, evitando dar de cara com o grande retângulo. Os braços do Cameron rodearam sua cintura, impedindo-o de regredir muito. Ele colidiu seus corpos, te abraçou com força e afundou o rosto na curvatura do seu pescoço, inalando a colônia que costumava pedir para você trocar, pois a considerava amadeirada demais para alguém tão doce.

Rafe tateou suas costas, deslizou os dedos em sua coluna, desesperado para te sentir e se certificar de que não era uma miragem. — Porra… eu precisava tanto disso. Senti tanto sua falta!

— Eu tô aqui… Sempre estive. – você retribuiu o abraço, só notando a falta de harmonia quando seu carinho morno contrastou com a afobação dos braços de Rafe ao seu redor, te apertando contra ele, quase os tornando um. — Tá tudo bem? Aconteceu alguma coisa? – seu tom era preocupado inicialmente, mas seu interior não era resumido a isso, não era tão organizado ao ponto de canalizar um sentimento por vez. — Por que não me respondia? Iria morrer caso mandasse uma mensagem? – você tentou não transparecer o ressentimento que te corrompia. Com certa aspereza, você desfez o abraço.

Mas Rafe não permitiu seu distanciamento e pressionou as duas mãos em ambos os lados do seu rosto. — Quem se importa? Eu tô aqui agora, não tô? Deixa essa merda pra lá e vamos recompensar o tempo longe um do outro. – ele uniu os lábios aos seus desajeitadamente, e você tentou acompanhá-lo naquela união afoita.

A língua de Rafe invadiu a sua boca, puxando a sua língua para dançar sem antes convidar. Ele dava passos para frente, adentrando mais a mansão enquanto te fazia caminhar para trás. — Eu… eu… – sua fala era dificultada conforme o beijo aprofundava. Instintivamente, você levou as mãos aos pulsos de Rafe, que mantinha as palmas nas suas bochechas ao te guiar. — Eu me importo! – um pânico inofensivo dominou seus sentidos, resultado da pequena representação do seu relacionamento naquela simples ação.

O beijo rolava e você, de olhos fechados, caminhava de costas para o rumo ao qual era conduzido, e Rafe era quem conduzia, mas ele também estava de olhos fechados e não via o rumo.

O hall virou lembrança. Na sala, você pisou no freio, parando Rafe com as palmas esparramadas em seu peitoral. Você virou o rosto e Rafe migrou com os beijos para seu pescoço. — Me responde. – sua voz apenas o impulsionou a afundar os dentes na sua pele. — Amor, por favor… – a área avermelhada latejava. Você afastou o rosto do Cameron, buscando pelo olhar dele enquanto ele insistia em desviar. — Não me deixe no escuro outra vez... Fala comigo.

Após alinhar a cabeça de Rafe com a sua, você percebeu o porquê de ele evitar o contato visual. Você desbotou ao testemunhar as pupilas dilatadas e a leve vermelhidão nos arredores das orbes culpadas.

— E-eu fiz algo ruim, algo muito, muito ruim mesmo…

Não foi surpresa, pessoas ruins faziam coisas ruins. Mas você nunca testemunhou Rafe afetado após fazer algo ruim.

— Eu preciso que… que você me diga que tudo ficará bem… preciso de você ao meu lado… é só isso que eu quero! – A estrutura de Rafe estava tensa. As mãos trêmulas dele agarravam as laterais da sua camiseta, amassando o tecido entre os dedos, impondo o toque obsessivo com necessidade. — Antes que eu te conte, me promete que não vai virar as costas pra mim?

— Eu prometo. – um marejar suave alagou as íris azuis do seu namorado, isso te influenciou e a sua expressão suavizou. Gentilmente você aninhou as mãos do Cameron nas suas, acariciando os nós dos dedos. — Como eu disse, estou aqui, amor. Tá tudo bem… – você liberou uma mão e a levou até o rosto de Rafe, que de prontidão esfregou a bochecha na palma macia, fechou os olhos e aproveitou o toque.

Naquele instante, ao seu lado, Rafe se sentiu leve, livre de parte do tormento que o fazia apodrecer em pânico e agonia.

Era isso que ele buscara… Uma pausa na culpa que o assombrava por saber que fez o que fez e que faria de novo se precisasse.

— Eu matei a xerife Peterkin. – Rafe fitou seus previsíveis olhos arregalados com neutralidade, confessando aquele crime como se não passasse de fofoca. — Mas não foi por querer, eu… Quer dizer… Ela tava apontando uma arma para o meu pai! Eu só defendi a minha família, okay? – ele trocou as posições das mãos, sendo ele a agarrar as suas, apertando-as dolorosamente. — Não me olha assim! Foi legítima defesa, porra! Você faria diferente?

— Que merda, Rafe! – você sequer se perguntou sobre a veracidade do ocorrido. Na sua cabeça, a possibilidade, mesmo nunca vindo à tona, parecia possível. — Ela andava por aí com uma estrela no peito, caralho! Devia apontar uma arma pra alguém todos os dias! Você sequer procurou saber o motivo! E se-

— O que você tá insinuando? Que meu pai merecia o cano de uma arma na nuca? Pense bem na resposta, querido. – Rafe te puxou bruscamente para perto, sussurrando rouco no pé da sua orelha. — Cê tá chutando muito, não acha não? Eu sequer detalhei as coisas e você já tá supondo assim? – as palavras invadiram seus ouvidos e permaneceram na cabeça. O tom baixo de Rafe era assustador, você preferia tê-lo gritando consigo.

— Não, e-eu não quis dizer… – conforme a nuvem cinzenta se dissipou na mente lenta, mais inflado era o temor que fez seu peito inchar e murchar afoito. Sempre que você tentava aniquilar o contato, se retraindo para si, Rafe te puxava com brusquidão, impedindo você de se afastar. — Mas e ela? Ela merecia o cano na nuca?

— Eu disse que estava defendendo o meu pai, fiz o certo, então, naquela ocasião… sim.

No início do dia, você ansiava por um sinal, qualquer coisa vinda daquele que jogava pedrinhas pintadas de dourado no seu poço. Mas bastou tal sinal reluzir para que você sentisse saudade de estar só e clamasse por distância.

Você se exaltou e empurrou Rafe. Longe ao ponto de conseguir ser valente, você batalhou para se manter firme, pois se fraquejasse, o Cameron teria alguém para devorar. — É melhor você ir embora. – a voz, fácil de manipular, soou certeira, mas seus olhos espelharam o quão frágil era a fachada.

No instante em que Rafe deu um passo para frente e você deu um para trás, a raiva que traçava a expressão dura na face do Cameron foi substituída por um sorriso ladino e olhos interessados. - Que foi? Vai dizer que tá com medo de mim?

Pela primeira vez você parou para pensar que estava lidando com um assassino.

Seu namorado assassino.

A aura intimidante do Cameron te sufocava, e você, acostumado com o sufoco, adotou o papel de presa sem nem perceber. — Você não tá na sua casa, Rafe! Não pode fazer o que bem entender aqui! – você recuava sem desgrudar a atenção do outro, usando os braços esticados na frente do corpo para garantir o espaço que você tanto prezava naquele momento.

O loiro mordeu o interior da bochecha esquerda e uniu as sobrancelhas, cerrando a feição. — Vai mesmo usar essa merda pra tentar me afastar? Não seja tão patético, amorzinho. Lembro bem dos seus pais dizendo para eu me sentir em casa quando vim aqui pela primeira vez. – o sorriso estúpido de Rafe cresceu quando você não tinha mais caminho para retornar. — Parece que eu te encurralei, babe.

Entre ele e o braço do sofá, restava orar por um meteoro, por dias melhores com desastres maiores para que a magnitude do seu inferno se reduzisse a porra nenhuma.

Rafe empurrou seus ombros, sem sequer investir força. Foi o suficiente para te fazer cair, suas pernas em contato com o braço do sofá permitiram isso.

Você estava na beira do abismo. Se não houvesse interferência, o vento teria te derrubado.

Você reajustou rapidamente a posição desajeitada no sofá após a queda, ergueu o torço e arrastou o quadril no estofado, afastando-se da baita e ordinária presença do seu amor, razão do seu temor. — Não… – foi seu último chute no cachorro morto.

Rafe engatinhou em sua direção, afastando as almofadas conforme afundava as mãos e os joelhos no macio. — Tô pensando agora e… talvez eu queira que você tenha medo de mim. Ver essa sua carinha assustada só me faz ter mais certeza disso. – aquele belo rosto maníaco sorria lindamente enquanto amargava o ambiente com sua sinceridade cruel. — O medo é subestimado. É através dele que conseguimos qualquer coisa dos medrosos. Pra mim, é uma ferramenta.

A desistência finalmente te consumiu quando você teve Rafe sobre o seu corpo, com as palmas repousando nos lados da sua cabeça e a face rente a sua, respirando próximo a ti. Você só conseguia se retrair e afundar no sofá, almejando ser engolido pelas dobras do móvel.

Você nem se assustou ao ter a mão de Rafe no seu pescoço. Ele mantinha os dedos ao redor da sua garganta, sem apertar de fato. O loiro canalizou a fúria na mão esquerda, que apertava o seu pulso contra o material macio do acolchoado ao ponto dos ossos doerem e a pele avermelhar.

Sua primeira lágrima desceu, proveniente unicamente da dor física, visto que seu estoque emocional de lágrimas estava seco.

— Eu vim aqui pra você me confortar, mas aparentemente, os papéis se inverteram. É você que faria de tudo por conforto agora, né? – Rafe deitou contra o seu corpo trêmulo, colou o peitoral no seu, juntou seus abdomens e entrelaçou as pernas nas suas. — Relaxa amor, eu tô aqui pra isso. Eu e somente eu. – ele deslizou a ponta do nariz por sua clavícula, pescoço e bochecha até ter a cartilagem unida à sua, mas enterrou o improvável indício de carinho ao esfregar o quadril no seu, garantindo que você sentisse a ereção dele pulsando dentro da bermuda, esticando o tecido fino enquanto clamava por você, latejando contra o seu estado mole. — Mas você tem que ficar quietinho, não pode falar com ninguém sobre as coisas que conversamos aqui, entendeu? – você acenou, somente porque Rafe agarrou o seu queixo e forçou sua cabeça a balançar para cima e para baixo. — Bom garoto. – ele ronronou próximo aos seus lábios, quase gemendo devido a fricção cada vez mais intensa. — Agora, meu medrosinho… me beije se quiser que os seus miolos permaneçam dentro da sua cabeça.

Rafe foi o seu primeiro tudo.

Seu primeiro amigo, sua primeira briga, sua primeira paixão, seu primeiro soco, seu primeiro beijo, sua primeira foda e seu primeiro namorado.

E você tinha medo de que ele acabasse sendo o seu último tudo também.

[pariahsparadise]

Can we get an enemies to lovers with JJ Maybank x gn!reader-

JJ and reader just annoy the hell out of each other, but maybe A gets into a fight and B decides to patch them up. They end up confessing to each other. <3

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a/n: i haven't written in over a year, maybe two. this is completely unedited and also not proofread AT ALL. sorry this is so late and so shitty, anon from april 2023.

pairings: jj maybank x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

"What are you doing here?"

JJ starts, and is immediately punished by the pang of pain that rushes through his body. He pretends not to notice how your eyes glance over him, analytical, filing away every sign of weakness. He hates being vulnerable, especially when it's in front of you, but he doesn't exactly have a choice.

"Can I come in?" he asks, instead of answering your question. Wordlessly, you step aside, letting him walk past you before closing the door softly.

"Bedroom," you tell him, your tone gentler now. He wishes that's how you always talked to him. "I'll go get the first-aid kit."

JJ nods and finds his way to your bedroom, passing the framed certificates and shelves that adorn the hallway, filled with stacks of trophies and medals that you amassed over the years. Although he usually makes fun of you for being such a nerd all the time, the gold is a stark reminder of how you're actually extremely intelligent. You're worth something. Unlike him.

Maybe his issue with you has always been jealousy. Jealous that you've managed to achieve so much for a Pogue, despite having had the same opportunities as him. But it's more likely that he hates you because you're so icy, rational in your arguments, your words always so polished as they slice into him, cutting him down. He can see the judgement in your eyes when he smokes weed or drinks in front of you, when he cracks a stupid joke about the brunette he had in his bed the other day. He can feel the contempt in the insults you hiss at him when he goes too far and pisses you off completely.

But despite it all, he hates that he still wants to win your approval. That he wishes you would let him make you laugh like John B does, or sling an easy arm around you the way Kiara can.

He sits on your chair when you gesture for him to, placing the medical kit on the table next to it. JJ finally takes the time to focus his eyes on you, glancing over your white night shirt and impossibly short shorts. He feels a pang in his chest. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair is all messy. He obviously woke you up from some much-needed sleep. If he plans to win you over, which would already be extremely hard at this point, this would definitely be another set-back. Based on his past experiences, you're not particularly kind when you're sleep-deprived.

Which is why he's surprised when you begin cleaning his bleeding knuckles with the kindest touch in the world. The warm cloth is not nearly as comforting as the feel of your palm on his skin is, and he represses the urge to sigh.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" you ask him, moving on to apply some antiseptic to his cuts.

"Why should I tell you anything?" JJ asks, attacking you unthinkingly, reverting to his natural state of being in conflict with you. You stay uncharacteristically quiet, not responding to his taunt, and after standing still for a second, you go back to cleaning his knuckles.

Fuck. JJ's eyes fall shut, and he groans inwardly. Here you are, having let him into your home and bedroom, cleaning his injuries, and he's still being a dick to you.

"I'm sorry, I-" he suddenly gets cut off by your hands cradling his jaw, lifting his face up. JJ nearly gasps, and flushes out of his embarrassment when he sees your raised eyebrow, knowing you caught his reaction.

"Well, I was just going to apply some cream to the bruises forming here," you say, and you trail your fingers along his jaw, "but if it's such a problem, maybe I-"

"It's not a problem," JJ says, too quickly.

Without another word, and only the sliver of a self-satisfied smile, you treat his jaw and face.

JJ has always known he loves being the center of your attention. He revels in it, the way you glare at him after he provokes you, the way you yell when he steals your book. He loves being the only thing on your mind. But sitting here now, feeling your thumbs smooth along his cheekbones and your soft gaze, he knows there's most definitely a better way to receive it.

"What happened?" you ask again, and this time he tells you. Some tourists had been disrespectful to Kiara's parents at their restaurant, and it escalated to a fist fight between Kiara's dad and JJ and four other guys. The tourists must have had some level of common sense, because they more or less went easier on Kiara's dad, laying harder into JJ to make up for it.

"Assholes," you say when he's finished, barely concealed rage in your eyes as you appraise JJ and the injuries on his body with new context.

"It's fine, really," JJ reassures you, standing up. "Thanks for cleaning me up, but I should be on my way now-"

"Sit the fuck down." you spit at him, and he drops back into the chair with astonishing speed. "Take off your shirt. That fight was practically four-on-one, I'm not going to believe that you walked away with just grazed knuckles and a few bruises to your face."

Hesitantly, JJ removes his shirt. To your credit, you don't audibly react to the massive craters in his skin, colouring him in shades of ugly red and purple. Your eyes widen slightly, and after a few long seconds, you're back to normal and treating him with the same gentleness as before.

"Thank you for this," he says, more earnestly this time. You let out a hum in response, too busy doing your best to alleviate his pain. He goes on, "I mean it. You didn't have to do this, and I appreciate it."

You let out a sigh, raising your eyes to his face, "Of course I had to do this, JJ, it's the decent thing to do. I wasn't going to turn you away in the middle of the night, not in the condition you're in."

"Even if you think I'm some heartless bitch," you add, a moment later.

"I don't think that," JJ says, earning a scoff from you.

"Right," you mutter, straightening up and away from him. You pack the materials back into the kit and shut it with a loud snap, which is when JJ realises that you're done treating him. He puts his shirt back on and gets ready to make his exit when you stop him, again.

"Just sleep here tonight," you tell him, gesturing at your bed.

"What-no. Where will you sleep?"

"The couch." You don't even let him say two words of protest before immediately cutting him off, "Don't be obstinate. It's too uncomfortable there for you, especially considering the state of your torso, it's too late for you to walk back home or call someone to pick you up, so you'll stay here. I'll text John B to pick you up in the morning."

JJ listens to all this, taken aback by the amount of thought you've put into taking care of him. He scans your face, noting with surprise that your cheeks pink slightly when you make eye contact with him.

"What?" you say, a little flustered. He just laughs quietly, "Nothing. Just didn't realise you cared about me so much, 's all."

"Again, not a heartless bitch. Of course I care about you."

And just like that, there's a tectonic shift. The two of you are relatively unchanged, but there's this unspoken understanding that passes between you. It's the reason why you're able to press a soft kiss to an unblemished part of JJ's cheek before you slip out of the room, and why he's able to put his arm around you late one night when the whole group is hanging out at the Chateau.

He can't help but feel that the beating was worth it, really.

[thewriterg]

𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

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

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

word count; 800+

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

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

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

until he wasn’t

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wish you were a girl”

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

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