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sunniepoo · 18 days

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sleepover champion

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when you had called rafe over all panicked, stressed, tired and desperate,the last he expected was to be greeted by a group of little girls barely past the age of seven, rushing their way over in curiosity and climbing him like a jungle gym

“woahhh… he’s so tall” one of the small ones announced proudly, while simultaneously taking a rough tug of his leg, attempting to yank him along on one of their games

the prospect of babysitting twelve girls didn’t seem too hard at first but the moment they started screaming competitions and using you as their own personal mannequin to play with-you realised your error

lucky for you, your boyfriend happened to be ‘ the sleepover champion ’ his words not yours, ranting on about tiring down wheezie’s friends and getting them in bed was no challenge for him

“i’ma tell you… i’ll have these suckers in bed by half seven” his tone of complete confidence contrasting the eight year old clawing half his face

“finish making up lunch and i’ll have these buggers settled in a second” he barely manages to get out as the next girl is climbing on his back, asking for him to play dress up with them

“kay’ new rule” the older cameron removing each girl off, placing them on the large couch in front of him “we’re gonna keep our hands to ourselves”

a mixture of protests splurging out the young girls, attacking the older boy as he remains unbothered whipping out something from his bag

“so who wants to play just dance?”

the loud music bouncing from the speakers filled the house, voices dropping as the minutes went by, clearly worn out from the activity

now leading to a full circle formed with none other than sleepover champion rafe cameron in the middle- it truly was a sight to see, a mixture of pre-tweens pounce him with questions

“is she your girlfrienddd?” a voice chirps out, leading all the girls to wait, anticipating for his answer

the cameron lets out a proud ‘yeah’ causing an uproar of giggles, the young girls fascinated

“she’s pretty” they all mumble in unison, yawns making an appearance, as they all slowly start to lean into each other huddling into a blanket

“i know”

and as the night rolls over you see a certain cameron, reading out to the group of asleep girls tucking each and every one in

“point proven” you admit to him “ guess you are the sleepover champion after all” pressing a soft kiss to the tips of his nose

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devinedoll · 1 month

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who in the world can get enough of a gun kink fic??? not me. anyhoo— can we talk about how bewildered yet unbelievably turned on rafe would be when he has it in his head that readers too soft to know about his extracurriculars, and one day she grabs his gun and deepthroats it in front of him????? CHRIST

elle…

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“m’not a child rafe” you whine, angrily stomping after him as he marches down the halls of tannyhill. you’d been begging to come to barry’s with him all day, desperate to see what your boyfriend does for work, and after being denied for the umpteenth time, you were starting to get a bit restless.

he’s turning around momentarily to look you in the eyes, “really? cus you’re definitely actin’ like one” he continues on into his bedroom, “wouldn’t like it kid, it’s not shit for little girls like you”

you look so pitiful, all dressed up in your tiny tank top and itty bitty skirt—bless you, you weren’t too sure about the dress code on something like this, “rafe please, i can handle it”

he stops in front of his dresser, bringing out the small pistol and holding it up for you, “really? can fuckin’ handle it?” he glares, “see this kid? isn’t a fuckin joke”

and you’re doing the unexpected, rafe’s boyish brain short circuiting as you snatch the gun from him, placing the barrel of it in your mouth, eyes widening to emphasize your movement, “what the fuck are you doin’ kid”

as if to prove a point, you move the barrel back farther, cold metal pressing against the back of your throat as tears prick your eyes and a gag bubbles to the surface.

rafe seems to zone out momentarily, tonguing at the side of his cheek as he watches you choke on the pistol before he remembers what’s going on, “get that shit outta your mouth”

you do as he says, drawing the barrel from your throat and handing it back to him, eyes glossy and lips wet with spit, you punctuate your actions with a pleased smile, “see.”

he scoffs at you, shaking his head and placing the gun in his waistband, “you’re fuckin’ crazy kid” he announces, “c’mon, let’s go”

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#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron #rafe cameron concepts #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #obx drabble #rafe cameron obx #outerbanks blurb #outerbanks smut

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marvelslittlewhore · 2 months

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please do sub jj like SUBBY SUB SUB jj

WARNINGS | 18+ smut, sub!JJ, mama kink, praise, handjob

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You were laying outside in the hammock at the Chateau, waiting for JJ to come back from working at the country club, looking at the message you just got from him that he's on his way.

Still scrolling on your phone mindlessly your ears perk up when you hear the familiar sound of JJ's motorbike. You sit up smiling, admiring how he took off his helmet and fixes his hair before he made his way to you.

"Hi baby-" you huff when he let himself fall on top of you, nuzzling his face directly between your breasts. "You good?"

He mumbles something against your skin and you chuckle, placing your hands on the sides of his head to pull him up. "What was that?"

"I got fired." he sighs and you frown, one of your hands going through his hair to comfort him.

"Wanna tell me why?" you ask.

"Fucking Topper. He provoke me and I tried to ignore him, really I did but then he started talking about you and-and I just snapped." he explains, smushing his face between his girls as he likes to call them.

"Oh JJ." You coo, raking your fingernails up and down his back.

You both laid there for a while, just enjoying being in each other's arms until a idea popped up in your mind.

When you try to get up JJ whines, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Come on." You lean closer to whisper in his ear. "Don't want mama to take care of you?"

That had him jumping up. Grabbing your hand he practically drags you inside the Chateau and to your room. You lock the door and push him down on your bed, straddling his lap and start to fumble with his pants.

Your hand now in his pants you gently palmed his already hard cock, smirking at the way he hisses under your touch.

"You're gonna be a good boy for me, hm?" You purr leaning down to pepper kisses along the side of his neck occasionally nibbling at his skin here and there.

"Y-Yes..." He mutters too lost in pleasure.

You stopped and he almost whined out loud but he knows better. "Yes who?"

"Yes mama- please, keep going!" He pleads oh so sweetly and you freed his cock from its confiness.

"There we go, pretty boy." You coo, moving your hand faster and enjoying the little sounds he makes. It amazes you every time how whipped he actually is for you, looking at you with those ocean eyes of his while you take care of him and his needs.

You felt him twitch in your hand and went even faster just to hear him whimper.

"M close- fuck!" He couldn't even wait for your permission and came all over your hand, all the frustration and anger finally leaving his body. "M sorry mama- sorry I-"

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Been so good for me." You praised him, licking the remains of his cum from your hand before cupping his face in your hands smiling at him. "We'll find you something else, 'kay?"

He just nods, giving you a little smile and closes his eyes enjoying your soft touch for a little longer.

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sociorafe · 4 months

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POV: you have a healthy relationship with jj.

author’s note: just a quick text post whilst i work on some other drafts. fingers crossed i can write during this christmas season. idk how busy i’ll be but i’ll try and get something written for next week <3 hope you enjoyed this!!

taglist: @bbadiehoe @sluttycadence @drewstarkeyslut

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luxbub · 4 months

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munch!jj maybank

minors DNI +18

a/n need to get this out of my head

When jj ate you out it was messy. Every single time it was a mess between your thighs, a mixture of spit, cum and more cum.

munch!jj had no problem with eating you out for hours, he wouldn’t mind the harsh grip you had on his hair, trying to pry him out of your cunt

munch!jj who was in some way a leech that was stuck to your cunt. your taste was his oxygen and your cunt his safe space.

munch!jj who could spend hours curled up and just lapping at your cunt, until eventually his tongue spasmed and he had no other option than to just stand there with his tongue poking at your pussy lips.

munch!jj who would get a text from you “lets hang out” but would read it as “eat me out” or “make me cum at least four times”

munch!jj who was in no way trying to hurt you anytime that he ate you out, but your pussy was to tasty to stop just after your third orgasm

munch!jj who loved, and i mean looooved the way you squeezed his head with your plush thighs anytime that you were close, and he got suffocated in your pussy.

munch!jj whose face was smeared with your cum when he was finally done eating. he was always smiling as he laid his head on your chest, one hand on you tits as he mumbled “i fucking love your pussy”.

not proofread!!

#jj imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank fic #jj maybank headcanon #obx drabble #obx blurb #obx smut #jj maybank smut #🫧bubbles writes

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vainvenus · 1 month

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⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱

Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.

Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.

Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe

An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable

« J. Routledge »

"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."

John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.

"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.

"It's sweeter this way. Please?"

He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.

But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."

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« J. Maybank »

"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"

JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.

"What? Can't peel it on your own?"

He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.

He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.

He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.

"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"

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« P. Heyward »

"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."

"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.

He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.

He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.

He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.

He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.

"There. Anything else you need?"

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« R. Cameron »

"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"

Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.

"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.

"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."

He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"So is that a no?"

He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."

Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.

"There. All better now?"

You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.

He only shrugs and leans back in for another.

#obx x reader #obx drabble #john b routledge #john b x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank drabble #pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward drabble #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron drabble

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5sospenguinqueen · 17 days

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Rafe: Look at this beautiful rock.

Rafe: Y/N gave me this rock.

Y/N: I threw it at your head.

Rafe: Isn't she sweet?

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redroses07 · 1 month

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Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank drabble

Synopsis: JJ surprises you with breakfast.

Warnings: suggestive, implied smut, swearing.

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You feel the warm sun beating on your bare shoulders, as you awoke from your deep slumber. Someone had opened the curtains. Not that you were complaining, the weather was wonderful in the obx this time of year. You yawned and felt the opposite side of the bed, only to find it empty. Your boyfriend was never up before you, and it was worrying that he wasn’t in bed. You sat up, reluctantly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t feel like digging through your drawer for clothes so you picked up one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts and put it on. You smelled the faint aroma of his cologne as the fabric fell around your waist.

You opened the door and stepped out into the hall, you were immediately hit with the scent of freshly cooked breakfast. Was JJ cooking? No way. You didn’t think he had ever cooked in his life.

Your assumption was quickly disproven when you entered the kitchen to find your boyfriend practicing his pancake flipping skills. He looked adorable with his face concentrated on tossing the pancake up in the air and perfectly landing it in the pan.

“And the amazing JJ makes another touchdown in the great pancake bowl!!! The crowd goes wild!!!” Your boyfriend said with enthusiasm, unbeknownst to your presence.

you giggled, causing him to turn around quickly, an excited smile spreading across his face.

“baby you’re awake!” JJ said, flinging the spatula to the side and rushing towards you. He wrapped you in his embrace, his toned arms squeezing you tightly. JJ picked you up by your waist and placed you on the countertop.

You leaned back, while keeping your arms loosely around his neck. You looked past his ocean eyes and noticed a dot of pancake batter on his cheek.

“I made you breakfast” JJ announced proudly, placing his hands in either side of you.

“I see that.” You said softly, pointing to the spot on his cheek.

“Dammit! And for once I thought I didn’t make a mess.” JJ smirked, wiping the batter off his cheek and licking it off his finger.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking his face in your hands.

“I love you, you know that right.”

JJ leaned into you, brushing his lips to yours.

“Do you now?” He whispered.

You pressed your lips to his, hands still cupping his face. JJ leaned into you, running his hands down your waist and then trailing them along your bare thighs. You pulled him further into you, deepening the kiss. JJ’s tongue slipped into your mouth, and you let out a soft sigh. You felt his hand navigate towards the hemline of your panties, but as badly as you wanted to go there you couldn’t ignore the ever growing burning scent in the kitchen.

“Jayj, I think the food is burning…” You said breathlessly.

“Shit! I forgot!” JJ shouted as he ran over to the stove, scrambling to waft the smoke away before the smoke detectors went off.

JJ held up the pan with the remains of the burned pancakes, a sheepish smile on his face.

“That’s what you get for distracting me with that pretty face of yours!”

You jumped down from the counter, wearing a playful look of shock.

“Fortunately we still have enough food to eat.” JJ pointed to the plate of food that was already prepared.

You shook your head, and walked over to him. You ran your hands down his biceps, softly squeezing his arms.

“I don’t care if the food is burnt or not, it’s the thought that counts for me.” You kissed JJ’s left dimple lightly.

JJ smiled nervously, trying to hide how flustered he had become. He reached behind his grabbing a bottle of maple syrup.

“Maple syrup?” JJ asked, still smiling ear to ear.

“I have something even sweeter for you.” You replied before kissing him hard. You pulled JJ back to your shared bedroom, keeping your lips connected.

“But-“

“Food-“

JJ spoke between breaths, pointing behind him.

“It’ll be there when we get back.” you replied, closing the door behind you and kissing him again.

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princessbrunette · 6 months

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i need a longer blurb of jj teaching reader how to smoke 🙏🏻 possible shotgunning

i was hoping someone would ask teehee ♡

suggestive themes down below, mentions of weed etc

jj cringes at himself as he taps the cracked screen of his iphone, hitting play on the spotify playlist titled simply with the leaf emoji — a subtle and yet juvenile nod to it being his smoking playlist. what kind of nerd actually has a playlist made and ready to hit play when hanging out with a pretty girl, he thinks — cheeks a little red under the dim light. his shitty speaker hiccups and splutters before playing the music smoothly, just as he comes to drop down beside you on the comfy old couch.

“anyway, fuck uh— i don’t remember. it doesn’t matter.” he waves a hand, pushing his heels into the ground to lift up his hips so he can pull the rolled J out his back pocket.

“your concentration is terrible.” you tease with a giggle, legs tucked beneath you. he recalls you looking particularly adorable in that moment, and his brain malfunctions for a second as he looks at you before he forces out a response.

“uh… yeah — i got that letter thing.”

“adhd?”

“thats the one.” he presses his fingers tightly around the compact J before patting his front pockets for a lighter. “you smoke?”

it was the first time you’d had the privilege of hanging out with just JJ alone. you were sarah’s friend, and had tagged along with her to a few pogue hangouts when she’d started dating john b. you all seemed to get on well as a group, and you were pretty meek and shy most of the time — which they found pretty endearing, so they kept you around. you were harmless, and brought an oddly charming sense of innocence to their reckless and vulgar world. you’d started harbouring a little crush on JJ since you’d met, all smiles and doe eyes whenever he was up to his usual nonsense. he was loud and untameable, but always made an effort to behave around you. the special attention made you melt.

“JJ you’re yelling.” pope would accuse and the blonde would hold his hands up.

“sorry.” he’d apologise before turning specifically to you. “sorry. those pretty ears. shouldn’t be hearing that.” he waves it off and continues with whatever rant he was on, but your smile doesn’t go away for like 2 minutes.

his effort didn’t go unnoticed by the pogues, and since you weren’t technically a pogue yourself — and it wouldn’t be breaking any pogue rules, john b and sarah specifically had encouraged the two of you to hang out alone, leaving JJ the keys to the chateau. it made total sense to them, john b desperately wanted jj to be happy (and to get some, from a nice girl.) and sarah was enthralled by the idea of double dates based off ideas she’d tucked into a pinterest board. whilst the blonde was infamous for making bad decisions, he wouldn’t let turning down alone time with a pretty girl be another on his extensive track record.

you eye him where he sits beside you on the small cushy couch, shifting a little — springs clinking beneath you suggesting it may have been a pull out bed. “i’ve never… i haven’t done it before.” you shrug, embarrassed. you envied the pogues in that way, whilst you’d been sheltered your whole life up into adulthood, they’d been able to explore themselves and figure out what they like.

his eyes widen a little and his mouth forms a surprised little ‘o’ shape, before nodding quickly and stuffing the J back into his pocket.

“what are you doing?” your brows furrow.

“don’t wanna make you feel weird, if i smoke ‘n stuff.” he waves a hand dismissively and you shake your head with wide eyes, sitting up a little in your seat.

“oh, no i don’t mind! don’t let me stop you.” you smile as reassuringly as you can. he looks at you for a moment, fixing his hat on his head before pausing a little and turning more toward you.

“totally shoot me down if you don’t wanna but…” he pulls the J back out, slowly and cautiously like it’ll scare you if he moves too fast. “you down to learn? heard i’m quite the teacher.” he smirks, but there’s a friendly twinkle behind his eyes that just makes him so approachable and non-intimidating that you feel completely safe.

“m’kay, yeah, i’ve always wanted to know what it feels like.” your voice is soft behind your wide smile and he wants to slap himself for staring at you for so long.

“alright, that’s the spirit.” he mirrors your grin, tossing his lighter in the air and catching it.

“i didn’t know smoking was something that needed to be taught.” you comment, shuffling a little downward so you can lean against the couch more— getting as comfortable as you can in your sweet little sundress. you were sat so close now you could feel his body heat radiating onto you, and it was doing something crazy to your stomach. that, and the way he looked, manspreading casually on the couch, white tee and black sweatpants, frowning in concentration as he presses the joint between his lips, holding a flame to the end of it until it glows and then shaking out the flame.

registering your words, he sends you a little face of mock offence that makes you giggle. he inhales deep and holds the smoke in his lungs, voice strained when he responds. “nah, this shit is an art form. ‘course it can be taught.” exhale. you find you’re holding your breath too.

“yeah this’ll be good for your first time, asked my guy for somethin’ weaker cos’ i didn’t want you to think i was bein’ a weirdo or whatever, smoking you out with the strong stuff so i can be creepy. i know some guys do that.” he rambles before taking another shorter toke, brows creased as he concentrates on his mini review.

“you bought weed especially for hanging out with me?” you smile kindly and he gapes for a millisecond, holding the J between his fingers and he blinks, caught out.

“yeah.” he shrugs. “s’like buying you flowers. but better.” he shuffles closer to you on the seat. before you have time to overthink the flowers comment, he’s carefully holding the joint to your lips, his own eyes wide and already a little glossy.

“i’m nervous.” you giggle, briefly holding his hovering wrist to stabilise you both.

“hey, you’re in good hands i swear, i’ll look after you.” he promises, free hand cupping your cheek with a teasing but far from unkind expression. “you’re my little baby tonight.” it was made to be a joke but your stomach does a little somersault.

“‘kay.” your lips brush the tip of the J and he has to force himself not to think something inappropriate.

“what i want you to do is breathe in and then hold it, ‘kay?” he instructs and you do so, eyes looking to him for guidance. it burns and tickles your throat at the same time but it’s not awful, you don’t even cough. maybe this is rare, because he grins when you squint— holding it in your chest. “atta girl! see, you’re born for this. breathe out for me.” his voice is closer, and therefore quieter, more intimate. you’re a lightweight by nature, so by your second toke the delay starts to unwind and you start feeling a buzz.

sativa by jhené aiko starts to play through the cheap speaker by the time you’re really feeling it. he’s talking to you the whole time, talking you through it, praising you. your whole body feels hot and you revel in the euphoria of feeling so safe and comfortable in someone’s presence. you lean against his shoulder a little, giggling over a little anecdote he told you about his day with pope.

he’s grinning with pretty pink eyes, turning to look down at you, really look at you close up. his heart stammers because you’re so damn beautiful and he nearly chokes on smoke. that would have been embarrassing.

“you’re cute.” he lifts his cap for a second, running a hand through his hair and you tilt your head, joint still clasped between your fingers.

“really?”

“totally. i’d complain about anyone else getting lipgloss on the joint, but you’re cute so you’re allowed.” he jokes and you’re off again, leaning more into him as you chortle. his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rests against him. he looks down at you, a warm smile bordering on chuckle spreading across his face at the way you’re gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars for you. “y’wanna learn something else?” he offers and you’re slow, but eager— eyes widening hazily and nodding clumsily.

“alright. y’trust me, yeah?” he adjusts his position a little.

“mhm, yeah i do JJ.” you’re all dazed and openly crushing. he seems pretty into it and you’re glad, because someone a little meaner might find it pathetic.

he takes your hand holding the joint and brings your fingers that clasp it to his lips, where he then takes a hit. his palms encase your jaw, pulling your face to his. he pulls ever so slightly, so your mouth gapes before he’s breathing the smoke slowly into your mouth. your heart hammers, and your hands are frozen but you get the hint and inhale, feeling the second hand burn. you open your eyes, not remembering having closed them and he’s staring at you— and you don’t get the chance to pull away because he’s closing the gap again and pressing his lips fully to yours.

you let out a quiet moan at the surprise, the sound from your throat a lot more vulgar than intended and he pulls back after a moment, eyes flickering between yours.

“sorry.”

“dont be. i wanna do it again. can we?”

“the smoking thing or the…” he trails off as you lean in slowly, a curious and sweet expression tainted with a glossy haze of intoxication and lust. you’d never been like this before with anyone, hell— you’d never felt like this.

you press your lips to his, kissing him simply before pulling back. your brows pinch together and be bites back a smile, thumbing at your cheekbone.

“wh’sthe matter?” he whispers.

“there’s more you need to teach me.” you bat your eyelashes at him and he feels himself wake up from the waist down, subtly adjusting himself.

“well we got all night.” he teases before leaning in, this time his mouth taking the lead. the joint is put out and forgotten about as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your swollen lips. “didn’t i say i was a good teacher?”

#jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb #obx drabble #obx blurb

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necroflame · 2 months

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Hell is Other People – Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: As the night draws to an end, so does the last semblance of your freedom.

Warnings: Implied dv, possessive behaviour

🦇gill – "Wanted to post a little something so this drabble is a filler between my next longer fic hehe, happy valentines! 💘 (or not if you're in the same boat as me lmao)"

Why are you still here?

It was well into the evening and the venue only continued to grow more compact and cacophonous. The hors d'oeuvres now lay cold and discarded atop the piano case and the fizz of your drink was reduced to a dull static that weighed heavily on the base of your stomach.

By now you should be retreating to someplace quiet. Preferably four white walls where he could do as pleased without the watchful eyes of Kildare and you could finally drop your shoulders and rest.

A phantom ache blossoms throughout the ligaments attached to your wrist as his grip tightens elsewhere.

Rafe hated these gatherings, so then why are you still here?

As if the cloud of your confusion drifted over to him, he glanced down at you with a small smirk – knowing – rubbing his thumb over your waist. He smelt nice tonight, a faint musk that reached some deep, primal part of you. As his dynamic maw descended upon your neck, you resisted the urge to nuzzle into those well-built arms, capable of much more than lifting heavy weights and rocking your feeble body to sleep.

Had it always been this hot?

“What's that look for?" His derisive tone was buried beneath a playful lilt. There was something unspoken, a cryptic message for you to decipher; 'you're much prettier when you smile.'

The man he was speaking to now shifted his focus to you. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, suit tailored to accommodate an impressive beer gut that threatened to pop the seams of his taut trousers. He took your hand, sincerity flashing across his muddy irises. His fingers were soft and unmarred in comparison to Rafe's calloused skin.

You did not recognise this man at all.

“Charlotte and I were worried when Rafe told us you’d been unwell," Why didn’t you reach out, then? "But I must say, you look rather radiant tonight."

“That’s very kind of you.” A squeeze, warning. “I’ve been feeling much better recently, Rafe always takes such good care of me."

You patted his lapels, glancing up in search of approval. He simply pursed his lips– a promising sign –and his chest rumbled in praise when you planted your supple lips to the corner of his mouth.

Something was very wrong.

This was confirmed by Topper and Kelce who were acting just as strange as the man beside you. They remained seated at the round tables adjacent to the polished floor, mingling with a few Kook women you knew had a penchant for trouble and powdery substances. When his piercing blue eyes pinned you from across the room, Topper sent you a wink.

"Rafe—."

You were cut off by the echo of a silver colliding with glass. Ward made his way onto the small podium, garnering the attention of the entire room.

"Rafe," Your voice reduced to a whisper, desperate for him to assuage your brimming anxiety, but even still he shushed you, gaze not once faltering from his father.

"Now, I'd like to applaud everyone in this room for a fantastic effort tonight," Your glossy eyes flitted around desperately. It was as though everyone was in a trance, and a sheen of confusion ebbed over your frame. Could they not sense something was wrong?

"With your help, we were able to raise just under five hundred thousand dollars for the Safe Horizon Foundation, which is just outstanding."

The room erupted into applause.

"Think about all the women and children, potential victims of the future, you have helped save!"

Another wave of claps, this time more ferocious. Rafe's grip tightened, hauling you into his side. Your hip made contact with the jagged edge of something– sharp and painful – and you hissed.

"But there is another big announcement to be made,"

A twisted grimace contorted your features as you glanced up at the blonde who was now staring right back at you. The glint in his eyes was a familiar one; haughty, revelling in victory and gloating in his ownership of you.

“My son…” Ward's speech was drowned out by the stutter of your heart as it did frightened little flips beneath your ribs. It was as though your blood had mimicked your state of shock, frozen in panic and struggling to course through your veins.

Rafe reached into his pocket, removing a sleek black box. It was simple in its design, not overly flashy but very telling.

“I’ve been thinking…it’s about time we got married.”

All focus shifted to you – don't forget to smile – and he tore himself from your desperate clutch. The crowds parted for him as he trekked toward the podium.

“Come up here, son.”

He threw one last look over his shoulder, a final dig at your impending defeat. I won, it said and you'd never been much of a believer in fate until it stared right back at you.

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featherandferns · 11 months

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the first time jj saw you, from his point of view (a fascinating new thing drabble):

“You’re late,” Kiara hisses.

“Hardly,” JJ replies.

“Hardly? You missed the first four songs!”

“So? I’ll hear the last five,” JJ shrugs. He takes his flask out his short pockets and takes a sip. Kiara’s watching him, unimpressed. He eventually looks at her. “What?”

“Seriously?”

He doesn’t reply. Swallowing and capping the flask, returning it to his pockets, he glances around at the crowd. He’s not sure he’s ever seen The Wreck so busy. He seems to have arrived at an impasse between songs. There’s a girl talking through the microphone, getting the crowd to jeer and applaud. JJ looks to the stage, scans his eyes across the four musicians, not recognising any of them.

“So, which one are you friends with?” he asks Kie.

“The girl that’s singing,” she tells him.

JJ’s eyes flit to the middle girl. You’re dazzling under the low lights, shining above the stage. There’s one hand clasped around the microphone stand. You’re looking to the girl playing guitar, who’s still chatting away into her mic, and you’re smiling. It’s a reserved smile, almost secretive. There’s a pair of blue denim shorts on your legs, with a t-shirt halfway tucked in, faded and washed. On one wrist is a series of bracelets and around your neck is a string of pearls.

“The pretty one?” he checks.

Kie glares at him. “Don’t even think about it, JJ.”

“I’m just stating a fact!” he defends.

“She’s quiet, JJ. I don’t need you scaring her off by being all…well, JJ-like,” Kiara settles on, her tone firm with warning.

JJ rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets. JJ-like? Quiet? You don’t seem all that quiet, as you glance out to the audience. Your eyes don’t seem to focus on one person, scanning the heads, and then you’re talking into the microphone.

“This next song is one of my favourites,” you say in a cherubic voice.

There’s the quiet echo of you counting the band in, and the ginger-haired boy on the drums taps his sticks in time. The lyrics and music come in at once.

“Say you miss me. Say you wanna kiss me. I liked it better when you improvised the story we had. If you adore me, why do you ignore me? I liked it better when you sent me ‘sorry’ when I was sad.”

JJ finds himself tapping his foot along to the beat. It’s good. Catchy. Your voice sings out, effortless and light like buttercream. There’s a glaze to your face, like you’re lost in some world that the lyrics pull you into. He takes out his flask once more, has another sip, and lets himself enjoy the music. JJ can’t seem to pull his eyes from you; you’re enchanting to watch. Maybe tonight won’t be as much of a drag as he thought it would...

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sunniepoo · 27 days

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favourite friend

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there was one thing rafe found more annoying than sarah- her annoying friends

oh so loud, invading, messy and most of all judgy. he could feel their stares at him from a mile away, some looking in lust;some looking in fear; some in judgement

and every once in a while, there would be a rift in the group and one by one each girl would drop none to his surprise

all gone except one! the older cameron couldn’t help but notice you- you were never loud, you were never messy and how could you judge him when he was so kind to you!!

you were his favourite by far, always asking how he is, how his days been, giving him that shy little smile every time you ran into each other- it just made his dick throb

in your head, he was as much of a friend to you as sarah was and she seemed to pay no mind to it

so when he called you over, late into the night when everyone was gone, you thought nothing of it - just two friends hanging out

it was later in the night, when you wake up to his hand slipped down into your shorts, softly toying with the sides of your pretty pink panties, that you realised maybe there was a slight misunderstanding

“mmh..rafe” you mewl out “i don’t think we should be doing this”,a mixture of pants and soft moans interrupting your sentence

the motion of fingers, working themselves nice and deep in you don’t stop as he whispers a mix of apologies and grunts as he tips you over the edge

i guess you really are his favourite friend of sarah’s

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devinedoll · 22 days

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i’m obsessed with reader calling jj papi.. what do you think his reaction was when reader first called him that??

. ˚ ⚘.

he’s def called you mami and variations of it since the day he met you. he’s very proud of his sexy latina girlfriend and will use every excuse possible to add the word into his vocabulary.

and you didn’t mind it, you thought it was cute and silly in the same way he was, so you let him do it. but it took a bit longer for papi to exit your mouth. you weren’t concerned he wouldn’t like it, you knew he would. if anything, you were concerned he would like it too much.

i like to think it comes out during sex. he’s pounding you into the mattress, your legs thrown over his shoulders. you’re in this extremely pliant state, gummy walls sucking him in with every deep thrust, begging him for something more.

he’s continuing to move in and out, muscle memory as he kisses your neck and grips your swollen tits, “jesus christ, you look so hot”

his words make you moan louder, hips bucking off the bed to meet his thrusts eagerly, “please more…”

the words seem to fall flat on his ears, his mouth continuing to suck dark bruises into the thin skin of your neck.

and then it happens, a soft, pained “papi please” falling from your plush lips, and it sends him into overdrive.

he’s thrusting hard and fast, sharp hits to your cervix that have you whining and leaving a ring of release at the base of his cock.

needless to say, he was a fan.

. ˚ ⚘.

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pogueszn · 9 months

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watching forged in fire (do not perceive me) and now i’m thinking about making jj his own knife content warnings: knives baby loll mention of knives and blades, mentioned but not described other than 'metal gleam in the sunlight', giving jj a knife (we all know what the outcome of that would look like), lowercase intended. not beta read so if you see any typos- no you didn't, pls let me know if i've forgotten to tag something wc: 588

a relative of yours who lives just shy of an hour away from the OBX is a blacksmith. has been your whole life. you remember being a young girl, watching with wide eyes as they showed your father the sword they had made in the forge in their backyard. you were thirteen when they made you your own knife. it was a small one, it had a wooden handle with teal detail on the side. you loved it. it's still in mint condition - still sharp as when you got it. and you were fifteen when you showed interest in making your own.

it’s jj’s birthday and you know that he would love a one of a kind blade that is his and his alone. one that he can brag about to whoever he wants. one that he can whip out and let the metal gleam in the sunlight as he boasts,

"yeah boys. handmade, one of a kind,"

so you make him one. you spend about a month making the journey to the main land to brain storm with your relative and you finally have something that you know he’ll love.

the second he opens the box and it registers in his head what he’s looking at his eyes go wide. and you can't help but smile - he looks just like a kid in a candy store.

“holy shit baby! this is-!” he grips the handle tightly in his fist and gives it a good couple of waves through the air with a "wah! pah! pah!"

“J! Jesus! Careful with it! It’s sharp as fuck!” your reprimand comes quick but in the end you knew exactly what the outcome would be giving him his own knife.

“-So cool!” he exclaims and stretches the hand holding the knife far away from you as he leans over to press a thank you kiss to glossed lips, “thank you, it’s amazing, i love you.”

you smile against his lips, your hands cradle his warm cheeks and your fingers subconsciously slide into his hair. your laugh is muffled in your mouth as jj gives you one, two, three more fast and chaste kisses.

“seriously, babe,” he says once he’s back in his seat, his eyes running up and down the entirety of the blade, “where did you get it?”

“i made it!” you beam.

he freezes and for a second your stomach drops. a few long seconds go by and he doesn't say a word, but when jj finally looks up at you, even though you’ve stared into his eyes a million times, your heart skips a beat.

“are you serious? you made this?” he asks.

you let out an unnerved chuckle, “yeah…” you say, “that’s why i’ve been going to the main land so often.”

silence smothers you. you're not sure you can take much more of it so you open your mouth to ask if there’s something wrong when he places the blade back in the case and rounds around the coffee table in lightening speed.

his hands cup your face and his lips are back on you again. he’s excited, the kiss is rushed, his nose bumps against yours but you don’t care. you relish in the way his lips feel on you, thumbs caressing the soft skin of his wrist.

he pulls away but just barely. he smiling down at you from where he stands, boots pressing into the legs of the couch, his hair is tickling your forehead.

“is it weird that i find that really hot?”

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