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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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shy!fem!reader helping jj shave came to mind today, so here’s this brain rot. it’s all i can manage rn, so i gave this like zero effort. requests are open.

cw; fluff, lower case intended

he’s gazing down at you like you invented the stars and the night sky. delicately gliding a sharp razor to his shaving cream-clad jawline, tongue poking outwardly past your bottom lip in concentration. he’d stayed firm in the idea that he couldn’t reach a certain spot, but really it was an excuse to be in the position he is now.

sat atop the bathroom counter, his pretty girl encapsulated between his legs, whilst both his hands strum at the small of your back. smoothing over the skin in rhythmic and medolic patterns, all to assure you that what you were doing was fine and that you weren’t going to hurt him.

he trusted you.

“don’t concentrate so hard baby, s’just peach fuzz.”

your cheeks tainted cherry red, knowing full well he was toying and picking fun at you. but still you couldn’t help it, you were timid tenfold in the fact that you’d fuck this up at any given moment, anxious from jj’s fiery touch against your skin. but even still you didn’t respond, overthinking what he just said and letting it consume you.

“only fucking with you, you’re doing prefect, pretty girl.”

you clear your throat, the sentence that left from his lips erupted inside of you rapidly causing many heartfelt butterflies to erupt like clockwork. you lower your hands, dipping the razor under the faucet, on the verge of shaving the remaining bits of facial hair. until he grabs your wrist, stopping you from shaving the spot thus far.

“you don’t have to take me so seriously …” his raspy voice reminded you, chuckling all at once. you awkwardly peered at the floor that peeked through past jj’s thighs. praying a miracle would whisk you away from this seemingly horrid and cumbersome encounter. and still you choose not to answer, the silence was enough to speak for itself. his large hands travel from the small of your back to cup your cheeks. thumbing over your cheek bones, encouraging you to look at him.

and you do, because how could you resist such a lingering, igniting touch.

there was something so sensational and satisfying about eye contact to jj, especially coming from you, someone that was so distantly shy to begin with but he’d made it his own personal agenda to have you fawning after him.

having a reserved appetite for solely him.

eyes meeting eyes, it seems as though he’s going to slump backward into the bathroom mirror at how doll like your features are painted. God, he wanted to squish your cheeks with the palms of his hands. lips pursing outward, forming a pout that is making jj unable to contain himself.

“oh … uh-okay … i won’t j.” his stomach churns longingly at the harmony of your effortlessly orchestrated voice.

“don’t get all shy on me baby.”

you were melting past his fingertips, eyelashes kissing the tops of your cheeks. and he feels like he’s holding his future in his hands, you that is. gentle and fragile with the one who has his heart. a quirk of his mouth, giving you a mischievous grin. his plump lips on your jaw, your neck, smearing the shaving cream all over you, blonde locks tickling as they followed.

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starfxkr · 3 months

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jj w a corruption kink hasn't left my mind lately .... just imagine him getting w the "good girl" of obx (a literal angel) & obviously everyone's telling her that he's no good for her, she needs to find someone better, etc etc but she just can't get where they're coming from when he fucks her so good every night ???

ohhh ima make this a drabble but im kinda into this concept…kinda wanna expand on it mayhaps…

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everybody seemed to just constantly be in your business. left and right people were telling you they couldnt believe you let yourself get wrapped up with jj maybank of all people. you knew about his reputation, to say he ran through girls like a track meet would be an understatement, but he told you he only had eyes for you and he meant that. once he finally got his hands on you it was like nobody else wxisted. it was like nobody trusted you to think for yourself or make your own decisions. nobody trusted you except jj. anytime someone tried to steer you away from him it just drove you further into his arms, making sure to recount everything that was said to him.

you loved how he indulged your less than innocent desires— which just so happened to be what people warned you against. the first time you smoked weed was after you complained to him about your mom saying he reeked of it when he picked you up, pouting “i dont even know why she cares its not like I’m the one smoking.” that same night he dropped you back off higher than a fuckin kite. all the body mist in the world couldnt cover the pot smell.

he also wasnt allowed in your room without the door being open, which you thought was stupid and usess because that never stopped him. like now, he had a hand clasped over your mouth while he dug you out right in the line of sight of your kitchen.

“shh babydoll you gotta be quiet, unless you want your mom to see her baby girl getting slutted out right here.” he punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a high pitch whine out of you.

frantically you shake your head, not sure if its because you dont wanna be caught or dont want him to stop.

“nah i think you do, youre fuckin drownin me babe.” the loud squelch of your pussy just confirms his teasing, a creamy ring of your arousal sits at the thick base of his dick. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say im corrupting you. turned you into a little slut huh?”

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messwithideas · 4 years

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Already Gone

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader Words: ~680 Inspired by a song: Sleeping at Last - Already Gone

[A/N: english isn’t my “mother language” so i’m sorry if there’s mistakes, typos, or it doesn’t make any sense, i’m sorry…]

Part 2

You heard the door open. “Hi mom” you said from the living room as she came in and put her bag on the floor. “Hey” she said and stayed in the entering. You looked over your shoulder to the door and saw her browsing today’s mail.

“Anything for me?” you asked and she nodded slowly. “Who is it from?” you asked and your mother walked over to you, turning the letter around. “I don’t know. It only says your name. No address or stamp” she said and gave it to you. It was just a simple letter, your name in the middle of the envelope. You walked to your room, opened the letter and noticed it was fully hand written, and long.

Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they're haunted We were always meant to say goodbye

Even with our fists held high It never would have worked out right We were never meant for do or die

I didn’t want us to burn out I didn’t come here to hurt you now I can’t stop

“What?” you said under your breath. You started to feel uneasy. There was a knot in your stomach.

I want you to know That it doesn’t matter Where we take this road But someone’s gotta go

You stormed out of your room. “Y/N?” your mom asked but you didn’t hear her. You pulled the door open, making it almost fall down its hinges. “Where are you going?” you mother shouted from the house as she watched you running far away from the house. “Y/N!” a distant yell reached to your ears but you didn’t have time.

Looking at you makes it harder But I know that you’ll find another That doesn’t always make you wanna cry

It started with the perfect kiss then We could feel the poison set in “Perfect” couldn’t keep this love alive

You know that I love you so I love you enough to let you go

It looked like a haunted house as you arrived to his yard. No one was home and there was nothing left, inside nor outside. You searched the whole house. Empty. All clothes were gone. All pictures were gone. Every valuable object was gone. There was only the old, dusty furniture left inside. You stormed outside looking everywhere, tears running down as rivers on you cheeks. It felt like the whole world was spinning even you didn’t move a muscle. You started to feel dizzy. Nauseous. “Anything of this doesn’t make sense” your head screamed and you crashed on your knees to the ground, still holding on to the letter.

And I want you to know You couldn’t have loved me better But I want you to move on So I’m already gone

You heard a car approaching to the yard but you didn’t keen to see who it was, but as the three doors slammed one by one close, you put a fake smile on your face. “Where’s JJ?” John B breathed. You tilted you head up to the sky, asking for a reason why all this was happening. Pope and Kie ran inside the house and John B stayed with you, trying to figure out what was happening. “The house is empty” Pope came back outside. You gave a hollow laugh and the tears didn’t stop their falling from your dry eyes. “He only left this” you showed the letter in your hands. The letter was almost torn down while keeping a tight hold on it, making sure you’re not gonna let it go from your hands. John B took the letter, read it and looked at you with his sorrow eyes. “I’m sorry” he said under his breath and wrapped you inside his arms, and after one second you felt more arms around you. The Pogue had broken.

No one, not a single person didn’t know why JJ left. He was happy here; he had a home, friends and girlfriend. Why he wanted to leave his home, friends and girlfriend under to an unsolved mystery.

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just-absolutely-feral · 3 years

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I have no words to describe how much I want to be Pope in this scene.... I cannot tell you how quickly I'd be like: 👁👄👁 if he put a gun to my lips telling me to shush cause itd be alright.

If... if anyone has a fic recommendation for JJ with a weapon. Please send them my way. Fluffy or filthy. Or if you write one. I'm here. I will read it.

I have a problem with this man.

#jj maybanks #jj obx #obx #obx binge update #feral obx #ima simp for this man #and the fact he knew the gun make and im just drooling

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ivysimagines · 3 years

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Hey, love. 💞 I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL day! Can I request a Blurb w/ JJ x Fem! Reader? The Reader is John B’s younger sister, and it’s the Hot Tub Scene? JJ and the Reader planned on being married in the future. JJ fantasized buying her a gargantuan engagement ring, but the pair acknowledged they wouldn’t be able to afford it. However, alongside the Hot Tub, Generators, and Delivery, he bought her an engagement ring too? Angst w/ Fluff, please? Thank you! 💞

of course I can! sorry it took me a bit to get to this. I’ve had bad allergies n haven’t been in the mood to write. anyways, the scenario isn’t exactly the way it is in the episode but i made it pretty similar.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem! Reader

request: above.

warning: mentions of abuse, cussing, angst w/ fluff, and underage drinking.

Title: Catch

(thoughts are in italics and bold!)

I sit in the backseat of Pope’s truck listening to trees rustling and the tires driving over the old rocky pavement.

They seriously need to get this road redone.

“Guys, this has gotta be done before my scholarship interview in the morning” Pope says.

I roll my eyes.

Will he ever shut up about that?

Like, he’s smart as fuck.

You’ll get a scholarship somewhere.

“Oh my god, Pope” i say, making it clear i’m annoyed.

“What, Y/N?”

“Guys, no fighting” kiara adds while reaching for her seatbelt buckle.

Okay mom.

Pope parks his truck near some trees.

We all unbuckle our seatbelts quickly and hop out.

Pope and Kie are talking about the plan to get the gold.

I hate that John B gets into this shit.

This is exactly how our dad died.

He can’t die or I’ll have no one.

I walk to the back of the truck and slip my phone into my back pocket.

I lean against the truck while Pope and Kie talk.

I shoo away some nats.

“Damn nats” I say as I kill one.

I hear Kie laugh a little.

Suddenly a shit ton of lights come on around us.

We hear a whirring sound.

“What the hell?” Pope says.

I look over to them and back at the lights.

“Who the hell is that?” kie adds.

We all begin walking towards the center of all the lights hoping to find whoever the fuck did this.

I walk behind them and we hear a cork pop.

I cross my arms and nearly trip over a stick.

We stop and I see it’s my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.

“What did you do JJ?” Pope asks him clearly concerned.

JJ smiles a little, “i’ve got a jet going straight in my butt right now.”

“Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?”

He grabs three glasses and pours the champagne.

I can tell he’s avoiding looking at me.

“Salud!” he says as he raises the champagne.

“How much did this cost?” Pope asks.

I look back and forth between Pope and JJ.

“Uh. well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery...uh, i’d say pretty much all of it”

“All of it?”

“Yeah, all of it”

He looks over at me and then back at Pope.

“You spent all of the money in one day?”

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But I mean like, come on guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, at least that’s what they told me.”

I stare at JJ with a look of disappointment.

JJ looks over to me.

“Babe, what?” JJ asks.

“Can’t a man have a little luxury in his life! C’mon, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’..i mean like...guys, we- y’know you only live once, right?” JJ says.

I look at Pope and Kie.

“Like, y/n couldn’t you use some fun in your life? You’ve been all down and shit since your-” he stops himself before finishing his sentence.

Asshole.

“Alright, enough of this emotional shit. Get in the cat’s ass. Come on.” he adds.

“In the what?” Kie asks.

“...in the cat’s ass. That’s what i named her” JJ says while looking off to the side.

It’s quiet for a maximum of 3 seconds.

“Oh, hey, yo, i almost forgot-”

JJ reaches forward and flips a switch and it turns on some disco ball.

“Yeah, that’s right, i know. Disco mode, baby” he says.

“Are you kidding me?!” Pope says in an agitated tone.

“You could’ve paid for restitution!” Pope yells.

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie adds.

“Or added it to a fucking fund to get the hell out of here!” i yell.

JJ looks right at me.

“Or bought supplies to get the rest of the damn gold out of the well!” (pope)

JJ turns away and rubs his face.

“Okay, well, you know what?” JJ yells.

He stands up revealing purple and red marks on his stomach.

All these different thoughts began racing through my mind and I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.

Oh my god.

He said things were getting better at home.

...i’m gonna kill that motherfucker.

How can he do that shit to his own fucking kid?

Maybe it’s a good thing my mom dipped and my dad’s dead.

“I didn’t do that!” JJ yells.

“I got a hot tub! For my friends- you know what? No, screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!”

I look at him and tears start forming.

He looks over to me.

“And, I got something especially for you” he says as he reaches into his swim trunks pocket.

I look at him and he pulls out something small.

“Catch” (JJ)

I open my hands and catch a ring in my hand.

I take a look at it.

It’s not just any ring.

It’s a gargantuan engagement ring.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit

I look up at him.

“JJ…”

It’s silent for a few seconds.

I walk over to the hot tub and step on the ladder.

I get inside with him as he rants about ‘everything being fine’.

I pull him into a tight hug.

He starts crying into me.

“I love you” i whisper into his ear.

I rub his back.

It’s quiet as we hug.

Kie and Pope get in with us and we all hug JJ.

“I just wanna do the right thing and I thought-” he says.

“We know, we know. It’s okay, love” i say.

After a few minutes JJ calms down and Pope and Kie leave us.

*now sitting on the edge of the hot tub talking to JJ*

I mess with the ring in my fingers.

“JJ...I don't need some fancy ring” i say.

“I know, but I wanted such an..important ring to be nice”

I look over at him.

“So, this is an engagement ring?”

He smiles at me and nods.

“I know we’re still teenagers and...obviously you can’t exactly get parental consent. Plus, John B would totally kill me if we got married this young. But, we can still be engaged.” he says.

I smile at him and look back down.

“You know, you haven’t asked me”

He sighs and laughs softly.

He takes the ring from out of my hand and looks at me.

“Alright, Y/N Routledge, will you make me literally the happiest man in the world and marry me in a few years?”

I smile at him and bite my lip a little.

“Definitely, one thousand percent”

He smiles and grabs my left hand softly.

He slips the ring onto my ring finger and then places his hand on my face.

We kiss a couple times before I pull away.

I look at the ring on my finger.

Holy shit.

I’m like...engaged now.

What the fuck?

I contain my excitement and just smile.

“So, we could get married when we turn 18...or whenever using our share of the 400 mil and then get the fuck out of here. Away from the obx, away from the pogue bullshit, just...everything” he says.

I stare at him for a few seconds.

“Okay, as long as we can get a dog”

He smiles and nods.

“Named willow?”

“Of course, whatever you want” he says.

I smile at him and we kiss again.

We continue our night together and eventually head to my house.

Hope you enjoy!

Once again, request whatever you would like.

I will also be experimenting with thing like ‘dating ___ would include…’ (i love those types of things lmao)

I might start writing a lot for atypical since i’ve gone back into my atypical phase (13rw as well but idk if ima write for that series or not).

Thanks for readinggg!

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There may be random uploads here and there.

If you request something I will upload it on one of those days.

BYEEE <33

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