#rudy pankow blurbs

[rudyking]

Protective:

When JJ's son is getting bullied, he finds out and doesn't hesitate to stand up for his little boy.

JJ had a laugh that could peel paint and dimples that dug canyons into his cheeks when he grinned. He grinned a lot, a wide, carefree flash of teeth that belied the quiet yearning that often sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. North Carolina had become home, a place of sun-drenched days and humid nights, a world away from the chaotic upbringing he’d navigated. He’d built a life here, piece by unpredictable piece, with Yn, a woman whose kindness was as natural as breathing, and their son, Brant, a little sunbeam with his mother’s gentle soul and his father’s unruly blonde hair.

Life wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. Stability was still a slippery fish in JJ's hands, but it was their life, a vibrant, messy, loving tapestry woven together with laughter, shared dreams, and the unwavering anchor of Yn’s calm strength. JJ loved Yn with a fierceness that surprised even him sometimes. She was the steady hand to his impulsive heart, the calm voice that could soothe his occasional bursts of bad temper, the insightful gaze that saw right through his sarcastic shields to the vulnerable heart beneath. And Brant… Brant was their world, the embodiment of all their hopes for a life that felt anchored and safe.

Brant was seven, a whirlwind of skinny limbs and boundless energy, usually. Lately though, there had been a subtle shift, a quietness that settled over him like a thin veil. He was still playful, giggling at JJ’s silly faces and Yn’s gentle teasing, but the light in his blue eyes seemed a little dimmed, the spring in his step a little less bouncy. JJ noticed, of course. He was observant, always scanning his surroundings, a habit ingrained from years of having to be. But when he asked Brant if everything was okay at school, Brant would just shrug, flashing a quick, unconvincing smile, and say, “Yeah, Dad, everything’s fine.”

Yn noticed too. “He’s been quieter, hasn’t he?” she’d murmured one evening, as they watched Brant drawing at the kitchen table, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Maybe he’s just tired,” JJ had offered, reluctant to admit the unease prickling at the back of his mind. He didn’t want to be that dad, the overprotective one who saw monsters under every bed. He wanted Brant to be strong, independent, able to handle whatever life threw at him. But deep down, a primal protectiveness simmered, always ready to ignite.

Brant was trying to be strong, that much was clear. He was navigating the treacherous waters of elementary school politics, where unseen currents of social dynamics swirled and sharp-toothed fish lurked in the shadows. He was being bullied, not physically, not yet, but with the insidious cruelty of words and exclusion. A group of older boys, led by a kid named Tyler, with a sneer permanently etched on his face, had decided Brant was an easy target. They called him names, tripped him in the hallway, snickered when he answered questions in class. Brant, sensitive and kind like his mother, hated confrontation. He shrunk under their gaze, his cheeks flushing with shame and a growing knot of fear in his stomach.

He didn’t tell his parents. He knew JJ would go ballistic. His dad, for all his playfulness, had a temper that could flare like wildfire. Brant imagined JJ storming into school, shouting, maybe even getting into a fight. He loved his dad, desperately, admired his strength and his humor, but he was also a little afraid of that fierce protectiveness, afraid it would be too much, too loud, too embarrassing. He didn't want to be seen as weak, as someone who needed his daddy to fight his battles. He wanted to handle it himself, to prove he was tough, like his dad. So he suffered in silence, the weight of the bullying pressing down on his small shoulders.

Then came the day JJ had to take Brant his lunch. Yn had been swamped with work, and Brant had, in a rush that morning, forgotten his lunchbox on the kitchen counter. “Don’t worry, buddy, I got it,” JJ had reassured him, ruffling his hair. He actually welcomed the chance to see Brant at school, to get a glimpse into his day. He arrived at the school just as lunchtime was starting, the air buzzing with the excited shrieks and laughter of children let loose for their midday break. He signed in at the front desk, a familiar surge of protective paternal pride swelling in his chest as he walked towards the playground, Brant’s bright yellow lunchbox swinging in his hand.

He spotted Brant immediately, sitting alone at a picnic table under the shade of a sprawling oak tree. He wasn't eating. He was just staring at the ground, his shoulders hunched. JJ’s heart clenched. He started to walk towards him, but then he saw them. Tyler and his group. They surrounded Brant’s table, their voices loud and mocking. JJ froze, instinctively hanging back, wanting to assess the situation before barging in.

“Look at him, all by himself, eating alone,” Tyler sneered, his voice carrying in the playground air. “Probably ‘cause nobody wants to sit with Baby Brant.”

Brant’s head was still down, his small hands clenched into fists on his lap. JJ felt a cold fury rising in his gut. He saw Tyler reach out and snatch Brant’s baseball cap, the one JJ had bought him himself, the one he loved. Tyler tossed it to one of his cronies, who flung it across the playground. Brant didn’t move. He just sat there, shame radiating off him in waves.

“Hey, crybaby, where’s your mommy?” another boy taunted. “Going to run home and tell on us?” Laughter erupted from the group, cruel and sharp.

That was it. Something inside JJ snapped. The playful, carefree façade crumbled, replaced by a raw, primal protectiveness. His vision narrowed, focusing only on the scene unfolding before him, the vulnerability of his son, the cruelty of the bullies. He started walking, his strides long and purposeful, his face hardening into a granite mask. The laughter of the bullies faded as they sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a sudden weight in the air.

They saw JJ approaching, a tall, broad-shouldered man with shaggy blonde hair and eyes that were suddenly ice-blue, devoid of humor. Tyler, for all his swagger, faltered. His sneer wavered, replaced by a flicker of unease.

JJ reached the table, his shadow falling over the group. He didn’t shout, didn’t yell. His voice, when he spoke, was low, dangerous, like the rumble of distant thunder. “What’s going on here?”

Tyler, regaining a shred of bravado, puffed out his chest. “Nothing, mister. Just hanging out.”

JJ’s gaze, cold and unwavering, locked onto Tyler. His dimples, usually a sign of mirth, were now deep furrows, adding to the intensity of his expression. “Hanging out by making fun of my son?”

Tyler’s bravado crumbled further. He mumbled something about just joking around.

JJ stepped closer, his presence looming over Tyler. “Joking around isn’t throwing his hat. Joking around isn’t calling him names. Joking around is having fun, not making someone feel small and scared.” He reached out and gently tilted Brant’s chin up, his heart twisting at the sight of the tears welling in his son’s eyes. “You okay, buddy?” he asked softly, his voice losing its edge, becoming tender and concerned.

Brant just nodded, unable to speak, his lower lip trembling.

JJ turned back to Tyler, the ice returning to his gaze. “Pick up his hat,” he commanded, his voice still low but laced with steel.

Tyler hesitated, defiance flickering in his eyes. But something in JJ’s stance, in the raw, undiluted anger simmering beneath the surface, made him think twice. He scurried over to where the hat had landed and sheepishly retrieved it, handing it to Brant.

JJ took the hat and carefully placed it back on Brant’s head, adjusting the brim. He knelt down, bringing himself to Brant’s level, his hand resting on his son's shoulder. “Brant,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, “you don’t ever have to put up with this. You understand? Nobody has the right to treat you like this.” He looked into Brant’s tear-filled eyes, wanting to imprint this moment, this truth, deep into his son’s heart.

He stood up again, facing the retreating forms of Tyler and his friends, who were melting away from the table, their bravado completely evaporated. He watched them go, a grim satisfaction settling in his chest, mixed with a deep ache for Brant’s pain.

In the car, driving home, the silence was thick with unspoken emotions. JJ glanced at Brant in the rearview mirror. Brant was looking out the window, his face still pale. JJ reached out and turned on the radio, filling the silence with a familiar upbeat tune.

“You okay, buddy?” he asked again, his voice softer this time.

Brant nodded, then hesitantly said, “Thanks, Dad.”

“For what?” JJ asked, though he knew.

“For… for stopping them,” Brant mumbled, his voice barely audible.

JJ’s dimples softened. “Always, buddy. Always,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But Brant,” he continued, his tone becoming more serious, “you gotta tell us when things like this happen. Don’t keep it to yourself. We’re your parents, me and your Mom. We’re here for you, no matter what. Okay?”

Brant nodded again, finally turning to face his dad. His blue eyes were still tear-streaked, but there was a glimmer of something else in them now, something like relief, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of pride.

Later that evening, after Brant was asleep, JJ told Yn everything. He recounted the playground scene, the surge of anger, the fear for Brant, the overwhelming need to protect him. Yn listened patiently, her hand resting on his arm, her calm presence a balm to his still-churning emotions.

“You did the right thing, JJ,” she said softly. “You protected him. That’s what fathers do.”

“But I don’t want him to be scared,” JJ confessed, his voice raw with vulnerability. “I want him to be strong, to stand up for himself.”

Yn squeezed his arm. “He will be. You showed him strength today, JJ. Not just physical strength, but the strength of a parent’s love, the strength to stand up for what’s right.” She smiled, a gentle, understanding smile that reached her eyes. “And he has you and me, JJ. He’s got all the strength he needs.”

JJ looked at Yn, at her calm, loving face, and felt the familiar yearning for stability settle into a quieter kind of hope. He still had that restless fire in his belly, that impulsive streak, but he also had this, this family, this anchor. He had Brant to protect, to guide, to love fiercely and unconditionally.

And maybe, just maybe, that fierce love, that unwavering protection, was the strongest kind of stability a father could offer. He leaned in and kissed Yn, a long, heartfelt kiss that spoke volumes of gratitude and love. He still had a lot to learn about being a dad, about navigating the messy, unpredictable currents of life. But he knew one thing for sure: he would always be there for Brant, a shield against the darkness, a beacon of love and protection, dimples and all.

[riddlesbunny]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 18+, MDNI

Imagine best friend!JJ being in the middle of jacking off to photos of you when you call him. His cock is hard and pre-cum leaks from the tip as he scrolls through your instagram feed. Mainly clicking on the photos of you in bikinis.

A desperate whimper escapes him as he imagines it’s you wrapped around him instead of his hand.

JJ is quickly irritated when his phone first goes off and sets him off pace, but his demeanor changes once he sees that it’s your name lit up on the screen.

The right thing to do would be to let it go to voicemail. It would be disgusting, perverted, even, to pick it up… but he knows he’ll do it anyway. Since when did JJ ever do the right thing? He needs to hear your voice.

“Jayj?” you say when the line picks up and he instantly feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest.

“H-hey!” He chokes out, his voice on the brink of inaudibility.

“Hey Jay.”

Fuck. Your voice is perfect, he thinks.

“Um, what’s up?” He stutters as he continues to glide his hand over his thick cock, tugging at it harsher now than before.

“The boys mentioned they hadn’t heard from you yet today, so I wanted to let you know we’ll be down at the boneyard later.”

“Yeah? A party?” he asks coolly as he attempts to keep his composure, a sheen veil of sweat beading on his forehead.

“Mhm, and I need someone to protect me from those douchey, frat boy, kooks,” you flirt innocently, “so I was hoping you’d wanna come?”

Yes, he wanted to cum.

He wanted to cum on your stomach, in your mouth, inside your pussy. Just hearing you say the word nearly sent him over the edge. For a split second he was unable to respond, too focused on his pleasure.

He was close. Too close. It didn’t take much for JJ to cum these days — especially not when the pent up lust he had for you had reached new heights. He just needed you to talk to him some more with that sweet, angelic voice of yours.

As if you read his mind, you let out a deep sigh into the phone.

“Well, JJ? Are you coming or not?” you huff and that is all he needs to be sent over the edge.

“Fuck,” your best friend groans out.

“Yes! I’m— I’m coming,” he chokes into the phone, practically moaning at you as he pumps his cock a few more times, squeezing at the tip before spilling himself into his palm.

“I—I’ll be there,” he reassures you through bated breaths.

“Sheesh, Jay,” you giggle at his enthusiasm, oblivious to the situation. God, you were so fucking innocent.

“I’m glad to know you’re excited, I am too! I’ll see you there! Bye!”

JJ lets out a deep breath as the line disconnects down on your end.

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, “I’ll see you there.”

He could consider himself totally fucked.

[webbluvrsugar]

i can only imagine how disgusting JJ Maybank is when you go to the beach…

cw: public fingering, nasty JJ, groping, soft voyeurism/exhibitionism, no use of y/n.

I can imagine him ‘volunteering’ to apply sunscreen on you, you guys aren’t dating, but you kinda are, you’ve been fooling around with him in secret because you’re a kook, he’s a pogue, your parents hate him, but you love him, you love the thrill, you love the way your heart beats when he walks in your room by your window, you love the way he gropes you in front of Rafe even when you tell him to not make it clear that you’re fooling around, but everyone knows.

You’re laying on your stomach at first, he squeezes the sunscreen right where he’s focusing — your ass, his hands go down to your flesh and spread the product on your cheeks, innocently at first, going down your legs with care rubbing and massaging it in, then back up your ass and that’s when he starts squeezing, he ignores your complaints and brushes it off as “‘M just making sure it’s well spread.” and you roll your eyes, tell him to move onto your back, he does, reluctantly.

“Turn around.” He says, velvet voice making you do anything for him, nibbling on his lip when he sees your breasts in that tiny triangle bikini, after a moment, he reminds himself of the task ahead.

He squeezes more sunscreen on your stomach, rubs it on, then upwards, his fingertips brushing underneath the fabric and touching the underside of your boob.

“Jayj! Stop that, everyone’s watching!”

You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Just making it so your skin is well protected, no-one’s even watching anyway, I could make it real quick, just pull those panties down and—“

“JJ!” You interrupt, slapping his hands away. “Just finish what you’re doing.”

He murmurs a bummed little “fiiiiiine.” before going back to what his doing, this time spreading onto the upper part of your chest, his hands slipping again to the inside of your bikinis, rubbing a thumb against your nipple and grabbing it on his hand, you whimper out a moan, cheeks flushing before you push him away.

“I’ll finish the rest.” You snatch the sunscreen away, he gives you a little pout, but lets it be.

By the end of the day, you’re laying against each other on the towel, your chest over his, his hand on your lower back, most people already left, only a few kissing couples remain on the beach, JJ sees that as an opportunity.

He drives his hand down, one finger slipping past your soaked swimwear, you whine as he fiddles with your clit, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Jay..”

You warn but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Shhh, I’m being discreet.”

Discreet. You could almost laugh.

“What the hell is discreet about fingering me on the—“

Your words are interrupted by a strained moan as he pushes a finger inside you, another one joining the first quickly as you grow quiet, your face nuzzling into his chest.

He curls his fingers and slowly thrusts them in and out, his other hand pushing your underwear over his fingers as if it would cover the lewd act, you’re reduced to a pity of quiet moans, and when he hits that spot you like, you can only let out muted ones, he sees that, scoffs and says:

“Finally got you to shut up.”

[lovelyjj]

hiii could you do the reader and jj diving for the necklace, getting attacked by those guys, and jj goes to get the reader with the group checking up on them and they end up getting the bends, going to the hospital to be put into that chamber and it’s just really cute and soft <3

Hyperbaric Chamber

jj maybank x reader

OBX season 4 SPOILERS

a/n: I was hoping someone would request this! I didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so I didn’t include it but let me know if anyone wants smut in the hyperbaric chamber!

“Look, it’s too dangerous for you to dive alone Im going with you,” you stated.

“You sure?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah I’m sure. It’s not safe. You need a buddy.”

“It’s 80 feet down in the dark.”

“I already decided so,” you replied.

“Okay, that’s that.” JJ spoke.

You and JJ were going to receive an amulet that had been said to break the curse of the Genrettes that’s haunted their family for over 300 years. You were a little nervous but you knew you had JJ with you. You and JJ, plus Pope and John B take the boat out to where Blackbeard’s ship was wrecked.

“Don’t forget your safety stop, all right? Fifteen feet for three minutes. Hear that, JJ? Fifteen feet, three minutes,” Pope reminded you both.

“Copy that.”

“Or what?” you ask.

“The bends, remember? Nitrogen in the blood, excruciating pain, death, et cetera, et cetera.” Pope recites.

JJ looks at you and you can tell he will never forgive himself if something happened to you. “Hey you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Okay.”

“Diver down.”

“Diver down.”

You and JJ put on your gear and fall back into the water. You both turn on your flashlights and swim down into the water. There’s a lot of fish but you finally reach the ship. JJ pushed open a window and you both go through it.

JJ finds the necklace and uses his knife to break it off the wall. Out of nowhere someone attacks you and takes your breathing tube out of your mouth. JJ takes his speargun and thrusts it at the guy, he manages to shank him in the arm.

JJ starts to fight with the guy and the guy ends up locking JJ out. JJ calls out to you, his voice desperate and he bangs on the door. The guy grabs you by the leg and cuts off your tank leaving you with no air. JJ screams for you and you scream for him.

JJ managed to break a hole in the door and he put his arm through and unlocked it. He then urgently gave you his mouth piece to give you some air. He looked down at his monitor and saw that there was only 17 seconds left.

“We gotta go now.” JJ urged.

You finally reached the surface and you both gasped for air.

“You okay?” JJ asked.

“Yeah. That was so close.”

“I know.”

“Who the hell was that down there?” JJ questioned.

“Where’s John B?”

The two of you start yelling for Pope and John B. They hear you and you swim over to them. Pope gets the ladder.

“Y/N, hand me your stuff,” Pope offers.

You let out a groan.

“Wait. Where’s your BCP?” Pope asks.

“It’s gone.”

“What? What do you mean it’s gone?”

“I mean, it’s gone.”

“You all right?”

“Yeah.”

“There was a guy that tried to kill us.” JJ breathed.

“We saw a boat out here too. They were armed. We need to get out of here now,” Pope said urgently.

“No, you don’t understand. There’s a guy down there-“ JJ was cut off.

“There’s a boat. We just saw it pass,” Pope repeats.

John B starts to move the boat and you all sail out of there. Once you all get back to the château John B speaks, “Alright what the hell happened?”

“Someone tried to kill us,” you responded.

“What? Why would someone try to kill you? That doesn’t make sense,” Pope was confused.

“Obviously, they were going after the same thing we were, right?” John B stated.

“My stomach hurts,” you announced.

“Hey, man, did you take your safety stop?” Pope inspects JJ’s eye.

“I’m gonna say it one more time. Someone was trying to kill us. We did not make the safety stop,“ JJ replied.

“They have the bends. We need to get them to the hospital. Now.” Pope says worried.

Everyone hopped in the twinkie and John B drove as fast as he could. You and JJ were moaning and groaning in pain. Sarah told you to take deep breaths.

“Y’all are not going to believe this,” JJ says as he hands the amulet to Sarah.

“You found it?”

“Holy shit.”

After what felt like forever you finally make it to the hospital. Your friends held you up as you walked in. Pope explained that you went diving and you need help.

“Their vitals and mental status is stable, and the pain scale is moving in the right direction, but they still need time in the hyperbaric chamber. They just bought themselves 12 hours in the tank,” the nurse said to John B.

The two of you were in a lot of pain and you were panting as you laid down in the chamber.

“Y/N.”

“Mmm.”

“You almost died. I should’ve never let you go down there,” JJ says with regret.

“Then who would’ve saved your life?” You reasoned.

“I saved you too.”

“Ya know we’re in here for 12 hours,” you began.

“Yeah but there’s no one else I’d rather be in here with,” JJ shared.

“You’re sweet.”

“You’re my whole world you know that? I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you.”

“I’m here J, right here,” You take his hand and hold it as you lay down.

JJ looks at you and then looks at your lips. You scoot closer to him and lean in. JJ cups your face with one hand and places his lips on yours. The kiss was needy but gentle. JJ was relieved to be kissing you. Your lips were crushing together.

You felt warm all over and your stomach was tingling. JJ’s heart was palpitating. JJ’s tongue explored your mouth. You lapped up his mouth. After making out, you took a breath and JJ brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“My beautiful girl,” JJ whispered as he cradled your face.

“I love you so fucking much,” JJ confessed.

“I love you too.”

“I’m gonna marry you some day. We’re gonna live on the beach and have a bunch of kids. It’s gonna be perfect,” JJ talked to you about your future.

“Sounds like a dream,” you stated.

“It will be. So do you want a small wedding or a big wedding?” JJ asked.

“Hmm maybe something small and intimate. Like just the pogues and family,” you suggested.

“Yeah I like that idea. Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?”

“What about Greece or Italy or Fiji?” You thought out loud.

“Any of those would work for me, as long as i’m with you,” JJ replied.

You rested your forehead on JJ’s forehead and smiled. You spent the rest of your time in the chamber cuddling and talking. It was an experience. You turned out just fine and you had JJ so that was nice.

[robinsgrl]

kildare nights. ten, giving up. previous ! next.

gold at hand and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

an. idk what to do with angst anymore i kinda got over it. i want to say that it will be smooth sailing from here but lying is my favorite pastime so idk man, idk

the taglist will now be done in the comment section!! i didn’t even know there was a limit yall… lol. if you want to be added, comment or send me an ask! also, im gonna purge through the taglist and remove those who dont interact sorry not sorry lol. so only ask if you know you will be doing so. love you.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

hihi could you write about pogue!reader who's been in love w jj for like ever and everyone EXCEPT for him know? and like at some point they become fwb bc its easier for her to have something rather than nothing but it does more harm than good lmao (w angryish love confession from her and a confused bc he had no idea but also in love jj)

and we both drew blood

jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, slight jealousy, angst, fluff, alochol consumption, happy ending

summary — after everything finally builds up, you tell jj how you feel.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i really hope i did well but i kinda wrote this fast so please forgive me if it sucks. please request more!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

your hands mindlessly gripped the sheets of your bed, whimpering when he hit that deep spot inside of you as he thrusted into you from behind. “oh fuck, j. i‘m gonna cum,” you babbled out as best you could without stuttering.

jj huffed out a laugh and gripped your hips a little tighter to pull you back against him in time with his thrusts. “yeah? ‘m close too,” he mumbled in response as he began to speed his pace up. “cum for me, baby. wanna feel your pretty little pussy squeezin’ my cock.”

you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip to suppress a scream theatening to leave your lips. one of his hands reached around and underneath you to rub tight circles on your clit, making you cry out and moan in overwhelming pleasure. “oh my fuck,” you spluttered between pants. “i’m coming—fuck, jj!”

“always such a good girl for me,” he mumbled, focused on the sight of him sliding in and out of you and a white ring formed around the base of him. he continued rubbing your clit quickly to ride your orgasm out. “shit, baby. so fuckin’ tight around me. squeezin’ me so good. best pussy i’ve ever had.”

you felt tears slip past the corners of your eyes as he fucked into you harder and quicker until he was pressing himself as deep into you as he could and filling you with his warm cum. he smoothed his hands down your aching back and leaned down to kiss the skin of your spine. “that’s it, angel. jus’ fuckin’ take it,” he rasped out while still gently caressing your skin.

when he finally began to soften inside of you, he slowly and carefully pulled out before laying another kiss to your skin then disappearing off to the bathroom to grab a towel. he ran it under warm water, wringing the excess out and returning to you.

he gently grabbed your thighs and turned you over onto your back so you could lay comfortably. “you still with me, sweetheart?” he asked considerately.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. your hips jerked when he ran the towel over your spent cunt to clean you up.

jj chuckled softly before launching the fabric to your bucket of dirty laundry and laying down beside you. he pulled you into his chest, your head against the firm muscle and his hands making quick work to throw the blanket over the two of you. “need anythin’ from me? water? a snack?” he questioned.

you shook your head and curled into him further. “i’m good. jus’ tired,” you slurred, still slightly out of it and very very sleepy.

“i’ll head out then and let you get some rest,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

before he could make another move, you quickly objected. “want you to stay a little longer, j. you’re warm.”

he smiled to himself and shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, knowing he’s probably be here for an hour or two.

the next night, everyone was gathered around at the boneyard for another kegger like they often did on warm summer nights. kooks, pogues, and tourons on littered across the beach with red solo cups in their hands and music playing through the air.

“hey! where were you last night?” sarah asked as he and kiara approached when they finally saw you arrive. “we waited for like, half an hour before we gave up on you.”

you saw the knowing look on kie’s face, rolling your eyes and looking down at your cup of beer. “yeah, sorry guys, something came up and i was stuck at home.”

the brunette couldn’t help but snort. “did the ‘something’ have to do with jj?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “john b and pope said he never showed to the chateau last night.”

you looked around, wondering how you could get out of this even though you already knew you were busted. “you know,” you began with absolutely no clue where to go with this. “somethings happen.”

kiara immediately smiled and clapped her hands then pointed at sarah. “i told you! you owe me twenty bucks,” she said excitedly. “it’s not that hard to find out, babe. we all know you guys are hooking up.”

you shrugged and took another sip of your drink. “i mean, its not exactly a secret.”

sarah gave you a knowing look. “i don’t get why you don’t just tell him how you feel. we all know you guys have liked each other for years.”

shaking your head, you waved off the idea. “i doubt he feels the same way about me and i’m not gonna embarrass myself if he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “and besides, i like where we’re at right now.”

kiara rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. “oh, come on. no you don’t. you’re upset because you wish there was more between you guys,” she stated. “hanging onto these little bits and pieces is only hurting you more in the long run.”

“guys, it’s not that big of a deal. we just hookup casually every now and then and thats it. i’d rather have some part of him than have nothing at the end of the day,” you admitted. “and it’s not hurting me, i’m fine!”

sarah tilted her head at you, as if to say ‘seriously?’ “dude, we all see it. you’re getting your hopes up and then he’s just letting you down. just tell him how you feel and then at least if he says he doesn’t want anything, then you can move on peacefully and live your life without delusions.”

kiara nodded in agreement. “she’s right babe. we don’t wanna attack you or anything or come off as rude, we jus’ wanna see you happy and you’re obviously not right now,” she said softly and sincerely. “you should really tell him how you feel. i’m sure you’ll be pretty happy with how it turns out.”

you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and looked around to see what was going on only to feel your heart begin to break in your chest. jj was leaned up against a tree with a girl clinging to his arm. she almost looked like you in a way. same hair color and length, similar facial features, similar build.

it made your lip wobble and your stomach turn uncomfortably. “i really appreciate that guys, but i’m just gonna head back to the chateau for a little bit,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.

the two followed your gaze to jj and the girl, both their faces dropping in a matter of seconds. “do you want us to come with you?” sarah asked softly.

when you shook your head and sniffled to stop the tears, kiara took you into her arms and gave you a tight hug. “you’re gonna be okay. you’re one of the strongest people i know.”

you smiled sadly before the two wished you off with gentle reassuring affirmations. you made the long walk to the chateau in silence as you sipped on what was left of your alcohol and thought about what to do next.

you couldn’t realistically continue this fling with him if he was messing with another girl, even though you technically had no reason to be upset. you were friends with benefits, not dating or exclusive. he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.

yet the nights he’d stay over after making you feel better than you ever had, fucking you so soft and sweet, kissing you so passionately when he’s buried inside you, defending you around everyone, protecting you always, opening up to you about his most personal details, complimenting you every chance he gets. you didn’t understand why he’d do all these things just to go off with someone else.

once you finally arrived, you’d immediately walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and your old cup. you quickly poured yourself a shot, or two, or three. you didn’t really remember. you also couldn’t remember how much time had passed since you had left the party.

you’d found yourself standing at the shoreline of the beach directly outside of the front door to the chateau. you stood barefoot in the warm sand just far back enough to where the water couldn’t touch you.

you crossed your arms over your body to preserve some of the heat before sighing and rolling the kinks out of your neck. you felt your body and mind start to slowly relax from the various shots you’d taken. it felt like everything had finally gone quiet.

unfortunately for you, that didn’t last long. “hey! where’ve you been? i’ve been looking all over for you. i thought something might’ve happen to you,” jj half shouted as he approached you from the direction of the boneyard. “what happened, cupcake? sarah and kie told me you weren’t feelin’ too hot.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “looking all over for me?” you repeated as a question. he had to have been lying.

he looked almost confused. “yeah…you’ve been gone for like an hour,” he replied. “i checked the whole party for you.”

“was that before or after you were all over that girl?” you blurted out. you almost instantly regretted it. you didn’t even really want to know.

his expression changed into one you couldn’t quite read. “what?” he asked, voice just above a whisper now. “i went searching for you the moment you left kiara and sarah.” you shook your head in disbelief and turned your head back at the ocean. “i don’t get it. what did i do wrong?”

you took a deep breath and hugged your body tighter when a strong gust of wind blew past you. “i’m not gonna keep doing this jj. god, you’re so oblivious!” you snapped finally, turning your full body to see his. “i mean, at this point i feel like i’m throwing myself at you! i’m always trying to be around you, catering to you, showing you that i’m here for you, asking you to hang out— i even agreed to be fucking friends with benefits just to have something with you!”

you stopped for a minute and sighed. “i ask you to stay the night, to just hold me whenever theres a chance, i ask you to run errands and shit with me just to spend time with you jj. i can’t make it anymore clear how much i like you and i feel like you’re giving me signals sometimes that maybe you feel the same way but then the next day you just act like nothing happened and the inconsistency is killing me!”

jj looked stunned. like he would’ve never seen this coming in a million years as if it weren’t totally noticeable. the pogues all saw they way they felt about each other except them.

“if you don’t want me or see anything, can you please just say that?” your voice shook slightly as you spoke as if the conversation was starting to sober you up and the confidence you once had is gone. “i really fucking like you jj and its really hard to keep acting like everything we do means nothing to me because thats just not true. if you see me as nothing more than just friends with benefits or just friends, please just tell me so i can get over you.”

his mouth was slightly agape as he listened to you talk, shocked that you had all this built up inside. you guys were best friends and he truly thought he’d known everything about you. this was something he would’ve never guessed you’d be keeping from him. his lips twitched like he was gonna say something but the words never came. it was just awkward, tense silence.

you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling as tears of embarrassment clouded your sight. you took one last look at him, your glossy gaze locked on his unreadable one, before deciding to head back into the chateau to grab your things.

he quickly lurched forward and grabbed onto your wrist to keep you from moving any further. “please don’t go,” he said softly. he slid his hand down your arm and took your hand in his before doing the same with the other. “i didn’t know you felt like that, sweetheart.”

you averted your eyes from your interlocked hands up to his pretty blue ones that you’d fallen for over the years. “i’ve always thought you were too good for me. too nice, too smart, too pretty. thought i was always jus’ your best friend,” he said, titling his head slightly and staring right into you. “i really fucking like you too, cupcake. and saying i don’t want you would be a lie.”

a soft gasp left your lips at the confession. never in a million years did you ever think you’d hear those words come out of his mouth in real life. you could’ve swore that only happened in dreams.

what you especially didn’t expect was for him to grab your hips and pull you into him, kissing you full of passion, love, years of wanting. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck before tilting your head a little more to deepen it as his tongue soothed over yours.

once the two of you needed to pull away for air with spit-slick and puffy lips, he was the first to speak. “you’re all mine now, right? my beautiful girl all to myself?” he asked, earning a nod and a hum of approval from you. “good. ‘nd i’m all yours, baby.”

you smiled and pulled him back into you for another kiss. only then did you hear whistling and hollering along with obnoxious claps that you could easily distinguish as your friends returning back from the boneyard.

[maybanksprincess]

sexual rhythm

WARNINGS: smut, protected p in v, awkward for a lil minute, pet names, fluff, slight age gap, allusions to aftercare, transitions into rougher sex after a while.

lias note — finally proofread, this is requested by one of my fav mooties, @jjmaybankssurfergf , thank you for the request baby! (lowkey feel like i did this wrong).

pairings: rudy pankow x fem!reader

you can hear the faint sound of the lock clicking on Rudy's bedroom door, as you lay on your back half naked on his bed. he towers over you with a nervous expression plastered on his face. he'd finally got you alone with no interruptions in his shared apartment.

he grabs a condom from his nightstand and tears it open with his teeth, sliding it onto his erect length. you can feel his eyes on you, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. he clears his throat, and breaks the silence.

"you ready?" he asks, securing the condom, his eyes staring down at you for any hint of discomfort or wariness.

"yeah," you answer, taking a deep breath in, preparing for whats about to come. you both tried having sex before, but it ended up being awkward and feeling uncomfortable due to the lack of communication.

he walks over to his speaker and turns his rock music down on low, making sure it wasn't too loud, and was only background noise. he then hovers over you again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times, sliding it between your wet folds, testing the waters.

"Does this feel good?" he asks softly, his soft blue eyes staring down at you, slowly pushing his tip in your hole to see if you pull away. when you nod in approval, he slowly pushes his whole cock in, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

a slight groan is heard from him over the low rock music on his speaker as he buries himself to the hilt, his balls gently tapping your ass in the process.

he slowly rolls his hips into yours, thrusting gently into your wet heat, leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving soft love bites. after a few thrusts, he lifts his head from your neck to look down at you, seeing your face twisted in pure ecstasy.

"Does that feel okay, baby?" he asks, taking one of his hands away from the side of your head to gently run his hand along your cheek, checking to see if you're uncomfortable.

"yeah," you moan, "feels really good, rudy." you whimper out, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at his cock sliding in and out of your sopping heat, the bedsheets having a small stain beneath the two of you.

"can you go faster?" you ask, shuffling to lay flat on your back again. he nods, his blonde locks falling into his eyes, you bring a hand up to brush them out of the way, looking into his pretty blue eyes.

you can feel him start to speed up, his hips rocking faster against yours, his breathing growing heavier as he fucks you into the mattress of his bed. a small bead of sweat starts to form on his forehead, as he starts to fuck you rough, the headboard hitting the wall with every lewd thrust. thank God chase isn't home.

The bed squeaks as he starts to fuck you deeper, it felt like you were being split in half with the way he was ramming into you, his balls slapping your ass cheeks with every snap of his hips. your nails start clawing at his chest, all his muscles flexing while he pounds into you.

he uses one strong hand to grab your jaw, messily kissing you, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth with ease, he swallows all your moans as his tongue evades your mouth, tasting you all over. he softly bites your lip before mumbling against your lips, "best pussy i ever had mama, who does this pretty pussy belong to?"

"y-you rudy," you squeak against his warm mouth, moaning and babbling as his cock hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over again.

he brings his hand that was holding your jaw, down to your cunt, rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit, moving it in tight circles. "cum on my cock, beautiful." he groans, his own orgasm not far behind.

he can feel your walls tighten around him, your warm walls squeezing him in. "fuck mama, you're so tight" he groans, throwing his head back, revealing his unmarked neck, his adams apple bobbing as he shoots his hot cum into the condom.

you both lay there for a few moments, before he breaks the comfortable silence. "was that good? not too much?" he asks, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

you gently kiss his cheek, letting out a soft giggle, "it was perfect, baby." you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

he chuckles along with you, pressing a kiss to your forehead in return. he scoops you up in his muscular arms, walking to the bathroom and setting you down on the counter, pressing soft kisses to your lips. " i love you, pretty girl." he mumbles in between smooches.

"i love you too rudy."

[chiaraanatra]

Worship you

𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏: JJ is unapologetically pussy drunk.

Warnings: characters are 18+, JJ is pussy drunk beyond belief, oral (f receiving), no use of Y/N.

AN: JJ is a munch and I will not be taking criticism.

《 m.list || ao3 》

Slow.

Painfully slow.

In his everyday, JJ was nothing less than impulsive, never having patience to wait for much.

But here?

With you?

JJ had all the time in the world and he was going to savor every second he spent in between your thighs.

“I’m sorry,” his voice a whisper as his lips caress the skin of your inner thigh. “I’m so sorry you will never know just how good your pussy tastes.”

“Wha…?” you could barely form a coherent word. All you could focus on was the need burning at your core.

“Not mixed with the taste of me when I kiss you after I eat you out or on my fingers after I make you cum. I��m talking untainted, straight from the source.” His sentence was punctuated by his tongue running through your slit and nipping at the small bundle of nerves at the top.

His ministration continued, lips grazing tender flesh, tongue exploding every reachable inch. He refused to let up, not until he felt your legs shaking and your body melting with his touch.

“Maybe then… maybe then you would get why I’m so fucking addicted to you.”

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[rubiehart]

somehow managed to re-load rudy’s sex playlist so leaving it here for safekeeping…

[surfingthroughtheseaandskies]

[rudyking]

Mouth off:

JJ's eight-year-old son, Deacon mouths off to JJ when he says no to Deacon doing something dangerous.

The Outer Banks sun beat down with the cheerful insistence of a brass band at noon, turning the sand to shimmering gold and baking the air until it shimmered above the asphalt. JJ Maybank, hair bleached even lighter blonde by the salt and sun, squinted out at the turquoise expanse of the ocean, one arm slung casually over the shoulders of his mini-me, eight-year-old Deacon. Deacon, bless his cotton socks, was a pint-sized carbon copy, sporting the same shaggy blonde hair, though his eyes were a startling green inherited from Yn, the woman who had somehow convinced JJ Maybank of all people, to settle down and become a dad.

They were parked up on the dune buggy, affectionately nicknamed ‘The Twinkie’ due to its faded yellow paint job and penchant for questionable mechanics, overlooking the stretch of beach where the waves were breaking with playful ferocity. It was a perfect OBX afternoon, the kind they lived for.

“Alright, squirt,” JJ said, ruffling Deacon’s hair, “Reckon you’re ready to try and skimboard like your old man?”

Deacon’s green eyes widened, reflecting the excited glint in JJ’s own blue ones. “Seriously? You think I can?”

“Hell yeah, I do! You’re a Maybank, ain’t ya? Runs in the blood. Just gotta remember, knees bent, lean back a little, and for the love of God, don’t wipe out and eat sand like a pelican.” JJ grinned, deep dimples carving themselves into his cheeks.

Deacon, fueled by youthful enthusiasm and the unwavering belief in his dad’s pronouncements, practically vibrated with eagerness. He snatched the skimboard JJ offered, a battered thing that had seen better days but still held the magic of countless summer afternoons. He took off running towards the water’s edge before JJ could even finish his sentence.

“Hey, hold your horses, Speedy Gonzales!” JJ called after him, chuckling. “Let me at least show you the basics again!”

Deacon stopped at the foamy edge of a retreating wave, board clutched under his arm. He looked back at JJ, a question in his bright eyes. JJ jogged over, pointing out the right spot to drop the board, the angle, the stance. Deacon listened, nodding seriously, his little face screwed up in concentration.

Then, emboldened by the thrill of the moment, Deacon decided to add his own flair. “I bet I can do a flip,” he announced, puffing out his chest.

JJ’s eyebrows shot up. “A flip? Deacon, buddy, let’s maybe master the staying-upright part first, yeah? Flips are for later, after you’ve, you know, not broken your neck.”

Deacon’s lower lip protruded slightly. “But flips are cool!”

“Cool and broken bones are two different things, my man,” JJ said firmly. “Trust me on this one. Stick to the basics for today. No flips. Dangerous. End of story.”

And that’s when it happened. Deacon, usually agreeable when JJ laid down the law (mostly because Yn had instilled a healthy respect for rules in him, unlike his father), narrowed his eyes and scoffed.

“Says you,” he muttered, turning back to the waves, “You do dangerous stuff all the time.”

JJ blinked, momentarily stunned. He’d heard Deacon sass him before, everyone did when they were eight, but this… this felt different. It had a sharp edge of disrespect that made JJ’s usually carefree demeanor falter.

He knelt down, placing a hand on Deacon’s shoulder. “Hey, what was that?”

Deacon shrugged, avoiding eye contact, already preoccupied with positioning his skimboard. “Nothing.”

“No, it wasn’t nothing,” JJ pressed, his tone still light but with a hint of steel creeping in. “You mouthed off. Not cool, dude.”

Deacon finally looked up, his green eyes flashing with defiance. “Well, it’s true! You jump off buildings and stuff! You’re always doing stupid stuff! So why can’t I do a flip?”

JJ stared at his son, a slow burn starting to ignite in his chest. He could feel his temper, usually a slow-rising tide, starting to churn. “Whoa, hold on a second there, kiddo. Are you talking back to me?”

Deacon crossed his arms, mimicking a posture JJ often struck when he was being particularly stubborn. “Maybe.”

That was it. Something snapped in JJ’s brain. He wasn’t used to this. He was the cool dad, the fun dad, the dad who let them get away with almost anything. Disrespect from his own kid? Unacceptable.

“Okay, Deacon Maybank,” JJ said, his voice dangerously calm, “We’re going to have a little chat. Right now.”

He steered Deacon away from the water, back towards the Twinkie, his hand firm on his son’s shoulder. Deacon, sensing the shift in JJ’s mood, started to look a little less defiant, a little more apprehensive.

“Look, I get it,” JJ began, once they were seated on the sun-baked vinyl of the buggy seats, “You think flips are awesome. They are. Someday, you’ll probably be doing flips off this buggy. But right now, you’re eight years old, and flips are a recipe for a trip to Doc Marsh’s office. And I said no. That should be enough.”

Deacon remained stubbornly silent, staring down at his sandy toes.

“And what you said just now,” JJ continued, his voice softening slightly, “About me doing ‘stupid stuff’… yeah, maybe I do sometimes. But that’s my grown-up stupid stuff. Adult stupid stuff is different. I know what I’m doing, most of the time,” he added with a self-deprecating grin that Deacon didn’t reciprocate. “And even if it looks dangerous, I’m careful-ish.”

Deacon finally spoke, his voice still sulky. “Careful-ish isn’t a word.”

“It is now,” JJ retorted, then sighed. “Look, point is, when I say no, it’s because I’m your dad, and it’s my job to keep you safe. Not to ruin your fun, but to make sure you don’t end up in a cast.”

“But you were mean!” Deacon burst out, finally looking up, his green eyes now swimming with unshed tears. “You were bossy! And you always tell me what to do!”

JJ leaned back, running a hand through his hair. He could see Yn’s influence in Deacon’s emotional outburst, her tendency to articulate feelings rather than just throw a tantrum. He took a deep breath, trying to channel Yn’s calm, patient energy, which was a tall order for JJ Maybank on a good day.

“Yeah, I’m your dad,” he said, more gently this time. “That’s what dads do. We tell you what to do. Sometimes it’s annoying, I know. Trust me, I remember being eight. But it’s because I love you, Deacon. And I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Deacon sniffled, but his shoulders seemed to relax a little. “But… you yell sometimes.”

JJ winced. Okay, fair point. He was working on the yelling. “Yeah, okay, I do yell sometimes,” he admitted. “I’m working on that. But yelling doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Or that I’m not trying to do what’s best for you.”

Just then, Yn appeared, strolling across the sand towards them, a wide grin on her face, carrying a cooler and a beach umbrella. She’d clearly been enjoying the sun further down the beach, giving father and son their ‘bonding time.’

“Everything alright over here?” she asked, her insightful eyes flicking between JJ and Deacon.

“Yeah, just having a… parenting moment,” JJ said, winking at Yn, hoping she could translate that into ‘Deacon was being a little snot and I almost lost my mind but then remembered I’m supposed to be the grown-up’.

Yn, as always, understood perfectly. She sat down beside Deacon, putting an arm around him. “Sounds like someone’s having a bit of a grumpy day?” she said gently.

Deacon leaned into her, burying his face in her shoulder. “Dad said I can’t do a flip.”

Yn raised an eyebrow at JJ, a silent question in her gaze. JJ shrugged, mouthing, “Skimboard.”

Yn nodded understandingly. “Well, Deacon-man, sometimes dads say no. It’s annoying, I know. But,” she looked at JJ, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “maybe if you promise to practice really hard and listen to your dad about the basics, he’ll let you try a little flip… maybe next summer?”

Deacon’s head popped up, his green eyes shining again. “Really?”

Yn smiled. “Maybe. If you’re really good.”

Deacon turned to JJ, his earlier defiance completely melted away, replaced by hopeful, pleading green eyes. “Dad? Can I try a flip next summer if I’m really good?”

JJ looked from Deacon’s eager face to Yn’s amused one. He sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knew he was being played, manipulated even, but he couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth for his two favorite people.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, ruffling Deacon’s hair again, “Next summer, we’ll talk flips. But until then, no more mouthing off, okay? Respect your old man, even when he’s being a grumpy, bossy, yelling pain in the butt.”

Deacon giggled, the sound light and pure, chasing away the earlier tension. “Okay, Dad! I respect you!” He paused, then added with a mischievous grin, “Mostly.”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head. “Mostly’s good enough for me. Now, how about we crack open that cooler and get some snacks? Skimboarding practice makes a man hungry.”

As they dug into chips and juice boxes, the earlier confrontation fading into the sunny afternoon, JJ caught Yn’s eye. She gave him a small, knowing smile.

“You handled that pretty well, JJ,” she murmured, leaning closer. “For a rebellious, impulsive, bad-tempered, smart-alecky pain in the butt yourself.”

JJ grinned, giving her a playful shove. “Hey! I resent that! I’m a loving, caring, humorous pain in the butt!”

Yn laughed, the sound as bright and warm as the Outer Banks sun. “That you are, JJ Maybank. That you are.”

[riddlesbunny]

⋆₊˚⊹♡

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be set to marry Rafe Cameron, you probably would’ve laughed in their face. But here you are: manicured, sun kissed, and donning a silky white bikini and pearls—celebrating your bachelorette party on a yacht bigger than your childhood home.

The champagne has been flowing since noon. Pearlescent balloons float in the obx breeze, sabrina carpenter t blasts through the speakers, and your new friends—the Kooks who pretend to like you—giggle and pose for instagram stories. You’re tipsy, dizzy, and trying not to think about how strange it all feels.

And then JJ shows up.

No one sees him board. One minute you’re pretending to enjoy a mimosa selfie, the next you see that unmistakable blonde hair and cocky smirk walking across the deck.

He doesn’t even flinch when security tries to stop him. He just says, “I’m here to talk to the bride,” and somehow, that works.

He finds you alone by the upper deck bar.

“Hey stranger,” is all he says.

“You gonna say congrats?” you ask, holding out your glass, swirling the champagne inside. He looks you over as if he doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“You’re really doing this? You’re really gonna marry that psychopath?”

“You don’t get to talk about him like that.”

“I know what this is. You think being with Rafe makes you safe. Like you can finally breathe.”

“It does,” you tell, him, hoping your voice doesn’t break, “he gives me things you never could.”

“Like what?” he scoffs, “daddy’s money and a closet full of beige?”

You shove him, “you don’t know anything about my life now.”

JJ catches your wrist, “I know you. And you’re not this. You’re not pearls and yacht brunches and playing house with a Cameron.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You hate how good he still looks—sunburnt and carefree, wearing that frayed tank with blue eyes the same color as the sea below you.

“I’m getting married in two days,” you whisper, a tear falling down your cheek as you lean into him.

“So?” he says before tucking the hair in your face behind your ear before yanking the party city quality veil off your head. “That gives us one night.”

Your body betrays you first— you don’t step away from him. And when his hand slides to the small of your back, and his mouth brushes your ear and he says, “tell me you don’t still feel this,” you don’t object, you don’t deny it, you don’t say a word

Instead, you kiss him like you haven’t tasted anything real in your life.

The yacht blurs around you, the music, laughter, crashing waves. You slip away with him below deck, into a room filled with soft cushions and ocean light. He pushes you down onto the settee, his lips hungry, fingers tracing every inch of your skin.

“You always wanted me when it was too late, you’re always ruining things,” you moan against his mouth.

“Then let me ruin me them one last time.”

And you so you do.

[maybanksbaby]

warnings: angst(?), insecurity, emotional breakdown, reader crying, hurt/comfort, soft jj, crybaby!reader.

a/n: i miss my baby boy so much :(( bring him back to me please 🙏

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow through the small, weathered shack. The salty ocean breeze drifted through the open window, bringing with it the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore. It was the kind of day that seemed frozen in time, a quiet respite from the chaos that usually followed JJ Maybank wherever he went.

You lay curled up with him on the old, worn-out couch that groaned faintly under your combined weight. JJ’s arm was slung over your shoulders, his fingers absently toying with the hem of your sleeve. His other hand rested on your thigh, his thumb stroking soft circles against your skin. He smelled like salt, sunscreen, and the faintest hint of smoke, a scent so uniquely him that it made your heart ache in the best way.

“You’re quiet today,” JJ mumbled, his voice low and rough, the kind of voice that made you feel like you were the only one in the world he trusted enough to hear it.

“I’m just relaxing,” you replied softly, though even as the words left your mouth, you knew they weren’t entirely true.

“Uh-huh,” JJ said, clearly unconvinced. He tilted his head to look at you, his messy blond hair brushing against your forehead. “You’ve got that look on your face. The one you get when you’re overthinking.”

“I do not overthink,” you countered, though the slight quirk of his lips told you he wasn’t buying it.

“Sure you don’t,” he teased, tapping lightly on your temple with his free hand. “So, what’s going on up here, hmm?”

You sighed, your head still resting against his chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your ear, a sound that always made you feel grounded. “Just thinking about us,” you admitted after a moment.

“Us, huh?” he asked, his tone playful but his eyes soft. “Good things, I hope.”

“Always,” you said, lifting your head slightly to meet his gaze.

His expression faltered for a moment, as if your answer caught him off guard. JJ was used to a world that took more than it gave, and you could see in his eyes that he didn’t quite know what to do with the way you loved him—freely, openly, without conditions. Before he could deflect with one of his usual jokes, you leaned up and kissed him.

The kiss was slow, lazy, the kind of kiss that felt like it could stretch on forever. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache, his hand cradling the back of your head as if you were something fragile and precious. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

Your chest tightened at his words. He said them so casually, like they were a fact he’d accepted, and it broke your heart. You shook your head, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” he asked, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “It’s true.”

“No, it’s not,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “Jayj, you’re… you’re everything. You’re kind, and brave, and loyal, and—” Your voice cracked, emotion swelling in your chest. “And it kills me that you don’t see that.”

JJ’s playful smirk disappeared, replaced by something softer, something unguarded. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. “Hey,” he said gently, his voice steady despite the way it cracked slightly. “Where’s this coming from, hm?”

“I just hate how hard things are for you,” you admitted, the words spilling out in a rush. “You don’t deserve it, baby. You’ve been through so much, and it’s not fair. I wish I could fix everything for you. I hate that I can’t.”

JJ exhaled, his breath shaky as he held you tighter. “You don’t have to fix anything, baby,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You just being here… that’s enough. You’re the one thing in my life that doesn’t feel broken.”

His words made the tears you’d been holding back spill over, and you buried your face in his chest, clutching at his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. “I just want you to be happy, J,” you whispered. “I want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted. You deserve that. You deserve so much more than this.”

“You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” he said softly, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, tears still streaming down your cheeks. His blue eyes were glassy, his expression raw in a way that made your heart ache. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “You’re stuck with me. Always.”

A small, broken laugh escaped him, and he leaned down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more deliberate, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken word, every hidden feeling, into it.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his fingers threading through your hair. “You’re too good for me,” he whispered again, but this time, there was a hint of wonder in his voice.

“Stop saying that,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “You deserve everything good in this world, J. And I’m going to make sure you get it.”

For a long moment, he just held you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours. “I love you,” he said finally, the words soft but certain.

Your tears soaked into his shirt as you smiled through them. “I love you too, JJ. So much Always."

Outside, the sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The sound of the waves grew softer as the tide began to pull back, but inside the little shack, time seemed to stand still. Wrapped in JJ’s arms, you felt a kind of peace that nothing else in the world could offer.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what life threw your way, you and JJ would face it together. Because love, messy and imperfect as it was, had a way of healing even the deepest wounds.

[lazysoulwriter]

sunshine and sunscreen. - jj maybank.

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JJ Maybank wasn’t used to sitting still. Which made it very impressive that right now, he was slouched on the couch, letting you smear products all over his sun-worn face without a single complaint — grinning the entire time like you were the greatest thing he'd ever seen.

“JJ, seriously,” you huffed, dabbing a serum into his cheeks a little harder than necessary. “Your skin is crying for help. You have to start wearing sunscreen, I mean it."

JJ chuckled, the sound low and amused, making his whole body shake a little under your hands. "Yes, ma'am. I’m sorry, your highness. Whatever you say."

"I'm not kidding!" you snapped, frowning even harder when you spotted another little freckle on the bridge of his nose that you were sure hadn't been there last week. "You're gonna be a shriveled raisin by the time you're thirty, JJ."

He laughed even louder at that, head tipping back against the couch cushion. "Damn, babe, that's harsh."

"Harsh but true!" you argued, grabbing the tiny sunscreen bottle and practically shoving it at him. "Every morning. Rain or shine. Inside or outside."

JJ caught your wrist gently mid-shove, smiling that completely whipped, head-over-heels smile he reserved only for you. "Anything for you, sunshine."

You paused, heat crawling up your neck despite yourself. God, he was unfair sometimes.

"You’re insufferable," you muttered under your breath, smearing sunscreen across his forehead anyway.

"And you love it," JJ teased, eyes sparkling.

You tried to stay mad — really, you did — but when he scrunched his nose under your fingers and gave you that boyish, I’d-do-anything-for-you grin, you cracked. You leaned in, pressing a quick, exasperated kiss to the tip of his sunburned nose.

"You're lucky you're cute, Maybank."

"I’m lucky you like fixing my broken ass," he said with a wink.

And as he watched you fuss over him, hands so careful, eyes so full of something soft he didn’t even have a name for, JJ decided he’d wear every damn sunscreen on the planet if it meant keeping you this close forever.

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[robinsgrl]

kildare nights. nine, don’t even care. previous ! next

gold at hand and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

an. filler chapter cause im sick and i cant talk or breathe through my nose………… I love you guys so much you don’t even get it thank you guys for reading and giving me ur cute thoughts i want to kiss all of you fr. to any of you who celebrate, merry Christmas!! happy holidays everyone!!! hope you all have a great time and have many more great years to celebrate

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babydaddy!JJ taking your son to the beach

JJ was laidback, laidback enough to forget that he was taking your little boy to the beach, laidback enough to arrive at 6:00PM at your place when your son has already been crying all day because his ‘daddy’ didn’t come, and when seeing the tearful look on the kid’s face, he could help but beg you to let him take him, almost getting down one one knee and saying “Please, I — I know I fucked up but he’s my son, aight? I can’t see him sad like that.” to convince you, doing everything to get you to let him take the boy, and when you finally do and grab your son’s little chubby hand, saying that in fact, his dad came, he was just a little too late, the boy light up immediately, letting out cheerful sounds when placed on top of his shoulders.

“Make sure he has fun.” You tell him, no, demand, because if he makes his day suck after forgetting he was even meant to come, you’ll probably kill him, and he knows it.

“I — I will.” He nods intensely, making sure you can see he’s regretful.

“And don’t let him eat rocks, nor sticks, or sand, or fuckin — bugs, don’t let him eat bugs.” You point a finger at him, your son pushes it away and makes a ‘pshhhh’ sound, definitely influence from his father while you frown and correct him.

“Hey, I’m not that bad of a father!” He raises his hands, the kid slightly tilting on his shoulders before he tugs JJ’s blonde locks.

“Whatever, get him here before nine.” You sigh.

JJ nodded again, gulping as he turns away from you. “Ready to go punch some sharks?” He asks your kid, he smiles brightly, lightly slapping on his father’s shoulders.

“Yeaa!!” He giggles, his tiny arms shooting at the sky, JJ hypes him up, completely ignoring your wish as you shout ‘No punching!!’ to them, closing the door when they walk away.

JJ makes sure the kid has a great day as you said, he rolls him on the sand until they’re all dirty, plays catch with him as if he’s a pup because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, dunks the kid head first in the water, makes him fall by placing a foot in front of him, everything that he knows you would probably disapprove of before finally quieting down, gathering around some small wooden shop.

“Woaaaah look at that fucking board, buddy.” JJ whispers while dragging his kid closer to the store while they leave the beach. “Shit’s amazing!” He smiles in excitement, the little mini version of him smiles too.

“Shit’s amazing!” The toddler shouts, JJ immediately gets a frowny look from the cashier, as if reminding him directly of you, he gulps, stays silent before pulling the kid away.

“Yeah whatever, maybe let’s just… get you home to yo’mama.” He sighs, he can already feel that whenever they get to your place, he’s in trouble.

“Fucking board!” The kid repeats, flapping in excitement as he takes little steps towards the sand, his crocs long forgotten somewhere around the beach.

“Hey! Don’t say that again, and… start walking faster.” JJ picks up the kid on his arms, starting to run with the boy again.

When they get there, he’s got this huge, proud smile on his face, the boy’s hair is filled with sand, maybe a few tiny rocks, his clothes a bit wet too.

“Where are his crocs?” It’s the first thing you ask, tilting your head and raising a brow.

“Donated.” JJ smirks.

“To where?” You take a step forward.

“The ocean.” He chuckles, the kid leaves his grasp to stand at your side as you roll your eyes. “But hey, got him here before nine.” He points out.

You scoff, kneel down before your kid before asking him: “Did you have fun?” You smile and he nods, one hand coming to rub a mix of sand and dirt off his cheek. “Yeah? How was it?” You ask again, just to make sure, a little smile peers at his lips.

“Shit’s amazing!” He repeats, clapping and giggling before looking at his father.

You give JJ one short glance, he can feel his mood — and pride — fade right before your eyes.

“Yeah…. real rude woman at the beach, kept cursing, you wouldn’t believe it if you saw it,” he pauses, grabbing your face and pressing a peck to your lips as he slowly walks back.

“Which is why I have to go and you just… correct our little champ.”

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